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Who Did This To You?

Summary: You'd grown up with the Princes of Asgard. They were your friends. And sure, things weren't always as sweet as pie with the God of Mischief, but you could trust him.

I'm a slut for (vaguely) enemies to lovers and the "Who did this to you?" trope, but really, who isn't?

Of course, that means someone did something bad, so here's your warning for attempted sexual assault.

18+ only, MDNI.

Word count: 5128

Read on Ao3 // Part Two

The slap of your feet on the cool stone echoed around the palace walls, the familiarity of your surroundings lost as the fear distorted the maze in front of you. Their yells seemed to follow you even as the distance between you grew, your ragged breaths doing nothing to drown out their voices. You skidded around the corner, lifting the skirt of your dress as you ran up the stairs, up and up until at last you recognised the floor you were on. The rational part of your brain hadn’t caught up yet, you were moving purely on instinct as the tears spilled down your cheeks.

Finally, the dim light of the palace grew brighter, and you had to swallow down the bile in your throat as the guards turned to you, eyebrows drawn together as they took in your dishevelled appearance. Your lungs burned for air, your legs struggling to keep up with the fear driving you on. One of the guards reached out an arm to stop you, but you slipped past his grasp as he called out to you. The thud of boots behind you as they followed sent another wave of nausea through you, and you stumbled, your hands grazing the stone beneath you as they broke your fall.

The door ahead of you creaked open, and you lifted your head to meet the gaze of your prince.

—----

The trickle of blood was warm down your leg as you blinked back tears, trying your best to ignore the stinging of your knees as you pushed yourself to your feet. You rounded quickly on Loki, your palm connecting with his cheek with a satisfying CRACK.

He stumbled back, cradling his face in shock. “How dare you! I am your prince-”

“I don’t care if you’re a prince! You’re an arse, is what you are!”

Thor’s chuckle echoed from behind you and you spun around to him, embarrassment heating your face. The golden prince raised a brow at you. “You may be right, Y/N, but you probably shouldn’t say it quite so loudly.”

You bit your lip, looking up at the palace that sparkled in the sunlight. You flicked your eyes back down at Thor. “He pushed me.” You couldn’t help the petulance that laced your words.

Thor frowned at the boy behind you. “Brother, you shouldn’t hurt a Lady.”

You heard Loki’s snort. “Look at her, she certainly doesn’t look like one.”

It was your turn to frown, and you turned to him as you fumbled with the knot you had tied your skirts in around your thighs. “Well I couldn’t exactly race you if I was tripping over my dress, now could I?”

Loki sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “You still lost.”

“Because you cheated!”

“Sshh!” Thor’s hushing stopped you mid-march towards Loki, and it was then that you heard the quiet chatter of your mother and the Queen.

You dipped into a low curtsey as the pair appeared along the path, arms linked together in friendship. “Your Majesty.”

“Lady Y/N.” Queen Frigga greeted with a smile, “We thought we might find you all out here.”

Your mother pulled away from the Queen, extending her hand to you. “Come, let us leave Her Majesty to talk to her sons.”

You took her hand with a well-practised smile, curtseying to the royals in turn. “Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness.” Thor and Loki struggled to contain their amusement at your manners; having grown up together you only ever bothered to refer to them by their proper titles in the presence of others.

You walked away arm in arm with your mother, barely listening as she chatted enthusiastically about your closeness with the princes. Instead, your mind wandered to what bribes you could offer Thor to fill Loki’s bed with raw fish.

—--

You panted beneath Archer’s touch, his hands firm on your waist as he nipped at your throat. Your eyes flew open as you bit your lip to hide your smile in the moonlight. It was Archer, wasn’t it? Or was it Hunter? You swallowed your giggle as you considered the absurdity of your own forgetfulness, your distracted mind not noticing the glimmer of magic at the corner of your vision.

The boy pulled away, searching for your lips, but you planted your hands on his chest, batting your eyelashes at him. “I should get back before they notice I’m gone.” You murmured, smiling at his protests. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You pushed off the tree and out of his grasp before he could say another word, making your way back onto the path and up towards the palace. You managed to avoid anyone of importance, slipping into your chambers unnoticed.

You sighed as you took in Loki’s nonchalant expression as he reclined back on your couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table before him as he lifted a goblet to his lips. “It’s quite improper to let yourself into a Lady’s rooms, you know.”

The God of Mischief smiled wickedly at you, eyeing you up as you made your way over to the mirror, inspecting your reflection for any signs of dishevelment. “And you know how much I love all things improper.”

You rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore him. “Is Thor still walking me down to dinner?”

“Of course, who else would escort the birthday girl?” Loki sat up, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched you smooth out your dress. “Lady Y/N, finally of age… All of the Lords will be scrambling to court you.”

You snorted, turning to him with a smirk. “Let them. You know I’m not-”

“I wonder what they’ll say when they find out you’ve been whoring yourself out to a servant,” Loki said frankly, watching you over the rim of his goblet as he took a sip. You opened and closed your mouth in shock, before his visage shimmered and faded. A warm body pressed against your back as an arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand tucking your hair behind your ear as you stood frozen. Loki’s breath tickled your neck as he whispered in your ear, “You really should be more careful, darling, anyone could have happened upon your little meeting in the woods.”

You silently scolded your body for the reaction to his touch, a shiver creeping up your spine. He was teasing you, mocking you, enjoying the proximity of your bodies contrasting your mutual dislike for each other. You pulled away with a frown. He let you go, watching as you picked up his discarded goblet and downed the contents. You winced at the burn in your throat, coughing. “You’re such an arse.”

Loki smirked at your words, pulling a flask from his pocket as he made his way over to you. He poured the amber liquid into the goblet in your hand as you jabbed a finger into his chest. “Don’t you dare say a word to anyone.”

“Would I really do that?” He raised an eyebrow at you and reached for the goblet. You pulled it away from him with a pout.

“Promise me, Loki.”

“You have my word, darling,” He smiled, tracing his thumb over your cheek. You frowned once again at his mocking and stepped back, but he caught the hand that was wrapped around the goblet. “I think you’d better give that back.”

“Why?”

“It’s not meant for your delicate mortal body.”

“I’m not delicate-” Your childish rebuke cut off as all the blood seemed to rush to your head at once, and you swayed on the spot. Loki took the goblet from you, nudging you back onto the couch.

The prince hummed as he considered you, “I probably should have stopped you before you finished the glass.” He sat down next to you with a sigh and you bounced slightly. “Oh well.”

You closed your eyes as the dizziness began to subside, reaching out a thump and meeting Loki’s arm with a satisfying thud. “Don’t pretend you’re sorry.” You could practically hear his smug grin.

A knock sounded at the door and you opened your eyes. “Come in.”

Thor strode into the room, bowing absurdly low before you. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

You giggled, standing up and offering your hand to him to kiss. He did so with a wink, pulling you to tuck your hand in the crook of his arm. “How are you this evening?”

“I’m well, thank you.”

“My brother hasn’t been pestering you, has he?”

You ignored Loki’s snort of indignation. “No more than usual.”

—--

Your mother fussed with your hair as you stood outside of the banquet hall, rowdy cheers echoing down the hallway from the feast. You batted her hands away. “It’s fine, mother. Let us go in, I’m dying to say hello to the Princes.”

“They only become more handsome with each new victory under their belt, don’t they?” She smiled as if she knew what you were thinking.

“Oh, do leave it be, mother.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re not getting any younger, dear. You could do much worse than a Prince of Asgard.” She looked at you pointedly and you huffed, pulling her into the hall.

You curtseyed to the King and Queen, and left your mother with Frigga. You made your way down the hall, nodding to those that greeted you, until a familiar booming voice called your name. Thor waved you over, motioning away one of the lords to make room next to him and you curtseyed to him before sitting down. He pulled you under his arm in a hug and you laughed, thanking him as he poured you a glass of wine.

“How have you been, Lady Y/N?”

You took a sip of your wine, glancing at Loki as he sat opposite you, immersed in conversation. You were thankful to avoid his sneer at yours and Thor’s affections. “I’m well! I’m afraid I have nothing new to tell you,” you smiled at the golden prince, “I can imagine that you have plenty of stories to tell me, though.”

Thor needed no more encouragement than that, and launched into a battle story that was sure to become legend as you waved over a server to refill the jugs of wine.

You lost track of time as you listened to his stories, laughing with your friends. Loki joined in occasionally, barely sparing you a glance. You hated to admit that his lack of acknowledgement stung; it wasn’t as if you were best friends, but you had always thought you shared a unique understanding of each other, having spent most of your childhood together.

You flicked your gaze to the guards, who were trying their best to act as if they couldn’t hear the sounds of destruction coming from the prince’s chamber. You offered them a polite smile, asking them if they might give you some space.

When you entered Loki’s rooms, they looked as if they had been ransacked. Chairs were overturned, a vase of fresh flowers lay shattered on the ground, and a seething prince paced the length of the room. The various stacks of books lay untouched, you noticed, and you tried not to smile. Even when he was angry, Loki couldn’t bring himself to destroy anything of importance.

You picked up a chair, setting it down properly and taking a seat. You waited for him to speak.

“Their favouritism knows no bounds.” Loki hissed, mostly to himself.

You grimaced; of course it was this again. “What happened?”

“They’re throwing a feast! In his honour!” He spun towards you, lifting his arms in exasperation. “They didn’t even mutter a ‘thank you’ in my direction!” He laughed dryly. “He couldn’t even remember the ambassador’s name, the oaf. I had to step in and charm my way out of war. And then he somehow befriends them, turns the whole trip around, and I’m long forgotten, once again!”

“You shouldn’t call your brother an oaf.”

“Of course you’d take his side.” Loki sneered, stepping towards you.

“I’m not. I just don’t see the point in resenting him when it’s your Father that has angered you.” You didn’t break his gaze. Most would cower under the angry gaze of the god, but he didn’t scare you. You still remembered him pre-puberty. There was nothing scary about a spoiled little boy.

You looked around the room at the destruction. “You should clean this up before anyone sees.”

The god leaned over you, placing his hands on the arms of the chair and caging you in. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

You looked at him unwaveringly, and he held your gaze with fire in his eyes, until it eventually died down. He sighed, pulling away and waving his hand. The room righted itself, and you hid your self-satisfied smirk. Instead, you stood, making your way over to him and resting your hand on his arm.

“It’s not fair, Loki, I never said it was. But you can’t give them a reason to scold you. Continue being the best you can be, and eventually they’ll have to notice.”

Loki offered you a small smile. “I preferred it when you were annoying.”

Soon, the hall began to empty, and your mother took up an empty seat next to you as Loki excused himself. You watched him go, dropping your gaze to your mother.

She wasted no time in getting to the point. “Her Majesty says that she is keen to get her sons courting, to take them away from their laddish behaviour.”

You had to stop yourself from groaning. “They’re not as laddish as you think,” you said, ignoring her obvious point.

She looked at you, unamused. “Y/N, you can’t refuse to court forever-”

“I think I shall follow Prince Loki’s sense and retire for the night, I am rather tired.” You interrupted her, standing up and kissing her on the cheek. “Goodnight, mother.”

You strode from the room before she could stop you, leaning against the wall outside to take off your heels and give your aching feet a rest. It was late enough that you were unlikely to be seen carrying your shoes, and you padded contentedly down the corridor, thinking of your bed and a glass of warm milk.

Taking a detour, you hoped to bump into a servant to request the comforting drink. You took your time, but didn’t see anyone, and so decided to head down a floor in search of assistance. The sound of laughter greeted you as you descended and you hurried towards the sound, eager to get back to your room.

Two guards stood to attention when they saw you, stifling their smiles as they nodded. “Can we help you, M’Lady?” One asked.

You smiled at them and opened your mouth to speak, but the second guard interrupted you. “Or maybe you can help us.” He smirked, nudging the other one. They shared a look before turning to you.

You frowned in confusion as they stepped towards you, but you barely had time to process the predatory look in their eyes before they grabbed you, pulling you into a darkened alcove. One pulled you back against him, his hand over your mouth to muffle your screams as he used his other arm to pin your arms to your sides. You dropped your shoes as you struggled against him, squeezing your legs together as the other one lifted your skirt, his rough hands dragging against your thighs. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as fear and disbelief coiled painfully in your stomach.

He pulled a dagger from its sheath, trailing the cold blade against the exposed skin on your chest, and you yelped against the hand on your mouth as he pressed it into your flesh, drawing blood. He collected it on the tip and brought it to his mouth, licking it off.

They both panted in excitement and the one in front of you chuckled quietly. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a real lady.” He shoved his leg between yours, pressing the dagger against your thigh. “Wonder if your cunt feels any better than the whore’s down the inn.”

You squeezed your eyes shut against his hungry gaze, tears cascading down your cheeks. This couldn’t be happening, it had to be some kind of awful dream. How had your wonderful night turned so awful so quickly? You were about to be raped, helpless against two armed men.

“Erik? Gunnar?” A voice called out, and the two men froze. Your eyes flew open and you watched as the guard in front of you slid the dagger back in its sheath, your skirt falling back down as he stepped out of the alcove.

The other guard held you tight, but your heart filled with hope and desperation. Surely you could take on one guard? You certainly couldn’t give up on what might be your only chance.

Slowly, you reached out your foot, searching for your shoes. When you found one, you slid it on, stamping on the guard's foot as hard as you could. It didn’t do as much as you’d wanted with him wearing boots, but it was enough that you could duck down out of his grasp. He latched onto your dress before you could make it more than a few feet away, and you spun around, digging your nails into any skin you could find, scratching until you drew blood. He swore loudly as his grip loosened.

You fled as fast as you could. The slap of your feet on the cool stone echoed around the palace walls, the familiarity of your surroundings lost as the fear distorted the maze in front of you. Their yells seemed to follow you even as the distance between you grew, your ragged breaths doing nothing to drown out their voices. You skidded around the corner, lifting the skirt of your dress as you ran up the stairs, up and up until at last you recognised the floor you were on. The rational part of your brain hadn’t caught up yet, you were moving purely on instinct as the tears spilled down your cheeks.

Finally, the dim light of the palace grew brighter, and you had to swallow down the bile in your throat as two guards turned to you, eyebrows drawn together as they took in your dishevelled appearance. Your lungs burned for air, your legs struggling to keep up with the fear driving you on. One of the guards reached out an arm to stop you, but you slipped past his grasp as he called out to you. The thud of boots behind you as they followed sent another wave of nausea through you, and you stumbled, your hands grazing the stone beneath you as they broke your fall.

The door ahead of you creaked open, and you lifted your head to meet the gaze of your prince. Loki took in the fear in your eyes, your tear-stained face, the bleeding cut on your chest, all in an instant. He moved quickly, silently helping you to stand before picking you up into his arms before your legs could give way. He cradled you to him as he moved you through his rooms and part of you wanted to lean into his warmth, the strangely comforting scent of him, but you couldn’t get the thought of the two guards out of your head.

He sat you on the edge of his bed and reached for your shaking hand. You let him take it, your sobs turning into shallow hiccups as you watch his thumb trace calming circles on your skin. As you calmed, you finally met his gaze, watching the storm behind his eyes.

He stood and you watched him through bleary eyes, waiting for him to laugh and make you leave. Your mind was racing, your heart hammering with adrenaline, and all you wanted to do was crawl into a corner and screw your eyes shut against the pain in your head.

Instead of laughing, Loki went to the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room. When he returned, he pulled a chair over and sat opposite you.

“Who did this to you?” The words were quiet, but firm.

You couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked your body at his words, the terrible gasps you made for air as tears began to stream once again. You couldn’t see the pain on his face as he watched you shake, yearning to reach out and comfort you.

The images replayed in your head, and you cried harder as you realised that he was watching them too, searching your mind for the answers he wanted. You could feel his boiling rage before he closed the connection.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” His words were cold, and some part of you knew that he was protecting you from his true emotions, but you couldn’t help the painful pang in your chest at the thought that his anger might be directed at you. You swallowed the sob in your throat to let him continue. “You will go and have a bath, and stay as long as you need. I will have a maid fetch your things and bring them to you. You will sleep here tonight, under my protection. Understood?”

You’d never taken orders from him, and normally you’d laugh at him for even trying to boss you around. But you ached to feel the warm envelopment of the water, and you knew there was nowhere safer to be.

You bit your lip and nodded, standing on shaky legs. Loki reached out a hand to steady you, but you flinched at his touch. He withdrew it immediately, watching you silently as you half-stumbled to the bathroom and closed the door.

You stripped as quickly as you could with your shaking hands, determined not to let yourself break until you were in the bath. The water was too hot, but you welcomed the burn as you sunk in, the tears streaming silently down your face.

You held yourself tightly, as if you could stop yourself from falling apart completely. When you noticed the blood caked under your nails, you had to swallow the bile in your throat, hiding your hands beneath the bubbles as you scrubbed them.

A quiet knock sounded at the door and you struggled to find your voice to call them in as you crossed your arms over your chest. You averted your eyes as the maid placed down your things, collecting your dress. She stopped at the door and you looked up at her.

She bit her lip nervously and gestured to the dress. “His Royal Highness says to get rid of this, M’Lady.”

You swallowed hard and looked away. “Burn it.”

—----

Despite your protests, Loki insisted on you sleeping in his bed, and you watched as he settled himself on the couch. You fell asleep quickly, the lack of adrenaline leaving you both mentally and physically exhausted. It didn’t last as long as you’d hoped, and you woke up as the birds started singing, the sky still dark.

The tears leaked silently onto the pillow, and you found yourself afraid of your own thoughts. It’s as if you could still feel the two guards’ hands on you, and you absentmindedly traced your fingers over the cut on your chest. You sniffled, sitting up on the bed and wiping your nose.

You could make out Loki’s long form in the low light, his feet propped up over the edge of the couch as he slept. You didn’t think as you stood up, your aching legs carrying you gingerly over to him, stopping barely a foot away. You ran your eyes over his form, his dark hair splayed on the pillow, down to his softly parted lips. Your gaze lingered on the exposed skin of his chest as the top of his night shirt splayed open, watching the soft rise and fall of his breaths.

Why had you run here? Was this really where your subconscious had carried you? Why hadn’t you run to Thor? You bit your lip as you thought. You didn’t want Thor to see you like this. You’d never truly been vulnerable around him. And despite your best efforts, Loki had seen a side to you that most hadn’t, on more than one occasion.

You frowned down at your book as Loki sat down in the armchair opposite you, hoping that he would take the hint and leave you alone.

“I see you’ve already given up on the literature I recommended to you.”

You sighed, sparing him a glance. “I finished it.”

“All three novels?” He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes.” You couldn’t hide your annoyance, trying once again to actually take in the passage in front of you.

“I didn’t know you could read so quickly.”

You knew he was only teasing, but the words stung, the comments from your tutor too fresh in your mind. You swallowed thickly, blinking back tears as you willed yourself not to cry in front of him.

Loki sighed. “I’m only winding you up, Y/N.”

“Well don’t!” You slammed your book shut, standing up with a huff. Loki caught your arm as you stormed past.

“What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, knowing it was futile to pretend you were fine. Still, you didn’t particularly want to pour your heart out to him.

“My tutor says that we should stop our lessons. That I read too much and it doesn’t do a girl any good to be too smart.”

Loki dropped your arm and you sighed at his expression.

“I’ll be fine, Loki.” Your reassured him. “I’m just being over-dramatic.” You turned away and left the library quickly, sure that you’d embarrassed yourself enough for one day.

The next morning your mother informed you that Queen Frigga had recommended a new tutor, insisting that ‘young ladies should always be able to explore their potential’.

Despite your differences and your difficulties, you found you did trust Loki. You knew that he would never hurt you. You flicked your gaze back up to his face, your breath catching in your throat as you found him watching you.

“I can’t sleep.” You whispered.

He didn’t say anything, sitting up and gesturing for you to sit beside him. You sat, fiddling with the sleeve of your nightgown. Finally, he spoke.

“What do you need?” His words were soft, quiet.

You thought for a moment, your mind clinging to a ridiculous idea, a childish need for reassurance. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words, instead looking at him and tapping your forehead with your finger.

He understood instantly, and you felt him searching your thoughts. Part of you expected him to laugh at the notion, but instead he offered you a small smile and reached out a gentle hand, tugging you to him.

You fell onto his chest, his arm around your shoulders, and your heart beat rapidly in your chest. It should have felt strange, being in Loki’s arms, but you found yourself melting into his warmth. You felt him rest his chin on your head, and realised just how comforting it was to be held by him.

—----

You didn’t realise you had fallen asleep until you woke to sunlight streaming in the windows. You blinked slowly, flicking your gaze to the couch to see it empty. Lifting your head, you found yourself resting on Loki’s chest, enveloped in his embrace. He must have carried you to the bed.

You wanted to be embarrassed, mortified even, but couldn’t find the energy to care as you stretched your muscles, finding yourself content in that moment.

Then, the memories of the night before came flooding back, and you breaths grew quicker. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and you sat up quickly, gasping for breath as you hyperventilated. You crawled off the bed, sliding onto the floor as you held yourself, trying to catch your breath.

Loki moved to the edge of the bed silently, and you felt him spread his legs behind you. He pulled you back to him, your back to the edge of the bed as you sat between his legs. He tilted your head up, his fingers kneading at your temples.

“Close your eyes,” he said quietly, and you obeyed, focusing on the feeling of his fingers. Your breathing began to slow, and you tried to untense your shoulders as you allowed him to ground you.

You stayed like that for a while, until you felt relaxed enough to open your eyes. You tilted your head up, looking up at him.

He smiled, a rare smile that wasn’t cruel or mocking, and it fluttered something in your chest.

“You should go and get ready, I’ll have breakfast brought to your chambers.”

You instinctively grabbed his hand in an iron grip. “Come with me,” you whispered, the thought of being alone sending a shock of panic through you. You didn’t want to think about how quickly your dynamic had changed, how much you needed him all of a sudden.

“Of course.” He squeezed your hand, before sliding out from behind you. You watched him change before your eyes, a glimmer of magic, and he was now dressed for the day and looking as if he hadn’t slept on a couch for half the night.

He collected your robe from the back of the chair, offering it to you. You slid it on, thankful for your chambers not being too far, a perk of being the Queen’s favourites.

The walk seemed slow, your legs tired from the night before, and you kept your eyes down, willing to get there as quickly as possible. As you passed a couple of maids chatting on their way to the Prince’s rooms, you found yourself turning to them, something in their conversation tugging at your brain.

“What did you just say?” You interrupted, not realising you had stopped.

“Oh! Your Royal Highness!” They curtseyed to Loki before turning to you. “M’Lady,” they curtseyed again before sharing an anxious look.

“We were just saying what a shame it was, M’Lady.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head. You felt Loki stop behind you.

“About the two guards. They were found this morning, ‘said they drank too much and went for a swim and were found washed up on the river bank.”

Loki must have gestured behind you because the maids dipped into a curtsey and hurried away. Your hands were shaking when you turned back to him. Loki gently tilted your chin up with his fingers, and you found his eyes dark and stormy.

“No one will ever hurt you again, my love.”

// Part Two //

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unspoken duties | loki laufeyson !

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

word count: 4.44k

synopsis: Prince Loki has taken a special interest in you.

content warning: prince!loki, f!servant!reader, RAPE/NONCON, sexual assault, power imbalance, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, innocence/virginity kink, lmk if I missed any !

notes: it’s shorter than I anticipated but it is what it is. thank you to @b0fi for requesting :-))

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You had only been working at the castle for a little over two months. It was your first job all alone without your mother by your side. It was meant to be the two of you before she opted to remain serving King Rogers in the Kingdom adjacent to Asgard. You were devastated, you sobbed for many nights even before you made the move.

Not that the crying ever stopped, only now it was for different reasons. Prince Loki had an unnerving air to him.

The other servants dismissed your concerns, saying that he is just rude and entitled. He’s like that with all of us, they would say.

Only, he wasn’t. He seemed to have a certain interest in you, the youngest of all the servants. He was crueler to you. He would look at you for too long, order you to do obscure tasks but was never content with the work you did. You also couldn’t forget the time he “accidentally” flipped your skirt as you were bent down, organizing the books in his room for the umpteeth time. They can never stay in place, he says, you ought to do a better job.

It didn’t help that he always called for you in the evenings as he was being readied for bed. Sometimes he was completely nude when you’d walk in, unabashedly waltzing around bare. His manhood was always slightly erect and hanging between his legs with his smirk illuminated by the candlelight.

He wasn’t like that with the rest of the women.

Most times, it was like he hadn’t seen them at all.

Natasha would walk into the library where he sat reading and he would pay her no mind, not even when she spoke to him. But as soon as you entered the room you could feel his burning eyes on you as you dusted the shelves. Predatory eyes following you wherever you went.

But he was never satisfied with your work and he made sure you knew it. Sometimes you thought he was doing it on purpose to keep you from straying too far.

As you set the table for dinner, you jumped in surprise as the door creaked open. Your heartbeat sped up as Prince Loki stepped inside.

“Prince Loki,” you bowed, “dinner is not yet served.”

“Yes, I am aware. Always quite laggard, you,” he gave you a look up and down.

You cleared your throat, “my apologies, Prince Loki.”

You picked up your speed, wiping down the table at a faster pace before assembling two places with appropriate silverware for the two Princes. You did what you could to keep yourself from bending over, even with the coverage of your almost knee length skirt, you still did not want to be subject to his predatory staring.

You could feel Loki watching you still. The room was filled with the sound of his foot tapping the ground lightly in impatience. “Serve dinner at once.”

You scurried to the kitchen and assembled two servings as quickly as you could.

The flu had been running rampant in Asgard. Much of the staff had been exposed and were currently bedridden. Only you and three others were healthy. The four of you had divided the jobs evenly and you were stuck with the kitchen and the surrounding areas. Your duties entailed cooking and you were nervous. You lacked proper training and you settled for a basic dish.

You carried both of the plates in your hand as you reentered the dining room. Loki was sitting in his seat, bored look on his face. His back straightened as you came into view. You walked over to Prince Thor’s side of the table, setting down his own plate. You stretched over the table to reach Prince Loki.

He clicked his tongue, “is that the way to treat your Prince, darling. Don’t forget your manners.”

You bowed your head, “My apologies, Prince Loki.” You hesitantly walked over to him, feeling the coldness of his body against your arm as you set the plate before him. He inhaled deeply and you weren’t sure if he was inhaling the aroma of your cooking or the smell of your skin.

He said nothing as he lifted a golden spoon and took a small bit of the food. You watched him with a worried expression, hoping just that what you had done was satisfactory.

He made a face of disgust, “well, you just can’t do anything right, can you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond so you stayed silent for a few moments. “I am sorry, Prince Loki. The recipe called for the amount of salt. I simply followed directions.”

“And you did not find it appropriate to taste it before serving it to us?” His long, ring-clad fingers tapped the table.

“I did not have a taste, Prince Loki, no.”

“Why don’t you give it a try then, hm?” His eyes are hard as he reaches for your chin. His touch was gentle yet it made you feel as if you couldn’t move a muscle. He moved the golden spoon to your mouth, nodding his head ever so slightly until you parted your lips. He pushed it inside, the flavor was ambrosial, though you had to admit, he was right. A tad salty. It was almost unnoticeable. In fact, you’re sure you wouldn’t have noticed the inappreciable saline flavor if it wasn’t for the expecting emerald stare.

You were prepared to apologize, beg for forgiveness, anything to save you from the expected punishment from the head maid when she caught wind of this. But you were stunned as he continued to push the spoon further into your mouth, eyes twilinking with something unsettling. You looked up at him with confusion and slight fear. The gold prodded the back of your throat. You started to gag only to abruptly stop at the sound of a disapproving click of his tongue. The rush flavors from the slightly over seasoned food slipped down your throat and you fought to contain your gagging. You couldn’t contain it and an indecent retch erupted from you.

He held the spoon still, curved bottom pushing down on the back of your tongue. His expression remained unphased but you swore his eyes held amusement. He pulled the spoon out, setting it down beside his plate as Thor made his entrance. He sat as you bowed to the approaching blonde prince, blinking back the tears that had pricked your eyes only seconds before.

Thor smiled at you, polite as always before taking his own seat. He clapped his hands loudly, “shall we eat, brother?”

Loki said nothing, he simply picked up his spoon and scooped up a bite. Across the table, his brother did the same.

Thor closed his eyes as he chewed on the food. He called your name with a serious tone, your blood ran cold. “This is utterly fantastic, my dear.”

“Yes,” Loki agreed much to your confusion, “spectacular, darling.”

You were in shock. Had he not just criticized the dish moments earlier?

You let go of the breath you held, “thank you, Prince Thor,” you paused and with hesitance said, “thank you, Prince Loki.”

You fled the room as quickly as you could, doing what you could to avoid looking eager. These types of occurrences were not rare with the Prince. He was always mean and critical towards you directly but would praise you when you were within earshot of his family. What was rare was what he had done with the golden spoon. It was daring and utterly inappropriate. The only other time he had laid a hand on you in a scandalous way was when he had flipped your skirt.

It unnerved you and the scene would not leave your brain for the remainder of the day.

Just as you were going to retire to bed, Maria peaked her head through your door, “you’ve been summoned by Prince Loki.”

You sighed as soon as she left. You fixed yourself up and made your way to his room. Your mind was racing and you were scared to face him again in fear that he would do something inappropriate again.

You fiddled with the hem of your uniform skirt as you stood by Prince Loki’s door. You knocked as confidently as you could, waiting for him to open the door and let you in. You took a few breaths to calm yourself. But all that was thrown out as soon as the door creaked open.

You stepped inside, taking in the scent of his room as you made your way to the bookshelf after a brief bow. His hair was wet and his skin had a pink flush, he had likely just gotten out of the bath. He wore only a bathrobe, it was made of green silk to match his usual attire.

You heard a chuckle behind you but you ignored it, instead you knelt before the books and began to hastily organize them.

“Don’t rush, darling,” his voice was closer and you could practically feel his stare burning your backside.

“Yes, sir.”

He groaned. The hair on the back of your neck stood. “I like it when you’re polite. Sir.”

You didn’t say anything and he clicked his tongue.

Seconds later you felt the warmth of his body behind you. In fear you kept your eyes on the books. Maybe if you ignored it, he would go away.

A hand came to rest on your hip and you jumped at the sensation. His hips rocked forward, pressing his pelvis to your ass. The hard outline of his cock pushed into your flesh causing you to gasp. You tried to pull away but he caught you, tightening his grip on your side.

Another groan fell from his lips, “so warm. I wonder how your tight, little cunt is gonna feel. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

All the air left your lungs and you felt your lip wobble. You were. You never had time for men or boys, you were too busy helping your mother around. You didn’t respond and he began to grind his hips into yours, the hands holding you in place began to inch closer and closer to your pussy.

“I asked you a question, darling.”

You tried to fight back your tears by focusing on the books in front of you rather than the man behind you. “Prince Loki, please let me go.”

“No,” he said simply. “You’re my servant. You are to do what I say.”

You lunged forward at the feeling of his cold fingers reaching under your dress. He pinched at the flesh of your thigh, causing a tingling sensation to erupt in your cunt.

“Mm,” he groaned, hip thrusts speeding up. “Untouched little virgin.”

A tear fell from your eyes along with a shaky inhale.

“Brother! I must speak to you at once!”

The familiar booming voice had never sounded so heavenly. You ripped yourself from Prince Loki’s grasp just as the door flew open and the strong, blonde Prince walked in.

“Ah,” he said upon seeing you. His eyes flicked from you to his brother. Once, twice. “Hm.”

You reached up to wipe your tears and fix your skirt, “excuse me, Prince Thor. I was summoned by Prince Loki to assist in organizing his bookshelf.”

“At this hour?” He gave his brother a look of judgement. “Well, you’re free to return to the chambers. You may assist him tomorrow.” He offered you a gentle smile and you returned it surprisingly genuinely.

Prince Thor is kind. He’s lively and funny and he treats all the staff with the appropriate respect. He’s just decent if you really thought about it. But even that was far better than most of the other royalty.

You scurried back to your room and locked the door behind you. You sank to the floor and let the tears you had held fall.

The following days, Prince Thor began to request you more and more. Considering that he was the heir of the throne, his wishes were top priority. Even above Prince Loki’s. You were relieved and you tried your best to make it known without being too out front.

You smiled more, talked more and overall returned to your true self. It was someone you haven't seen since you were a child. It was scary but it was a pleasant change that you welcomed with open arms.

Prince Loki had done the opposite. He summoned you so many times a day the head maid had stopped telling you. So, even if you weren’t hearing it, you knew it was happening. But you couldn’t be bothered because you had not faced him since. You were busy from morning to night assisting Prince Thor.

After breakfast, Prince Thor had ordered you to dust the library. So you practically skipped over to the large room and began your task.

Aside from the usual discomfort from Prince Loki that came with the room, it was one of your favorites. You loved to read and being able to look through and care for the collection of books was your favorite part of the castle.

It was different from Prince Loki’s room because it was in an open space and not in a secluded bedroom.

As you dusted and organized the books, you stood on a moving ladder that allowed you to reach the higher shelves. You were so entranced by the pages of a novel Prince Thor had recommended earlier in the week that you did not hear the door open. Nor the footsteps that led to where you were standing.

“Oh, yes,” his daunting voice said, “this is what I like to see.”

You yelped and the book fell from your hands, landing on the ground beneath you. You caught yourself before you could fall.

Prince Loki stood under you, peering up under your skirt. You clenched your thighs shut tight, your heartrate picking up immediately.

“No, no,” he said, taking his cold hands and prying your thighs open to their previous position. “Keep them open for me. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

You ignored him, shutting them again. “I’m sorry, Prince Loki. Prince Thor ordered me to make the library spotless, I must return to work.”

“You will return to work when I allow it.”

You swallowed as his hand crept up your leg. “Open them wide for me. I would like to taste your pure, virgin essence. You’re probably as sweet as sugar, darling.”

“No, Prince Lo-“

“Do as I say!” He bellowed. You flinched as he forced his head in between your thighs.

He had never been so verbally direct so you tried to loosen up and do as told until an escape presented itself.

You shakily opened your legs and he dove in. His tongue lapped your cunt through your panties, dampening the fabric. Involuntarily, you jolted up and away from this mouth.

His hands moved to pull on your hips and bring them closer to his awaiting lips. His tongue flicked at a rapid pace, lapping at your covered clit. You gasped, feeling your balance wavering.

He removed his head, “take those off. I can’t taste you.”

You didn’t move. He sighed in annoyance and all but pried your hands from the ladder. You wiggled in his hold as he dragged you away. You reached for whatever you could. You caught hold of the railing and you planted your feet to the ground as sobs fell from you.

Prince Loki huffed, “fine. Make this difficult.”

He flipped your skirt like he had before and he yanked your panties down your legs in one movement. The cold air of the room made you shiver as it came in contact with your pussy.

Prince Loki smacked your ass, groaning as the skin rippled. “I’ve been dying to catch a glimpse of this pretty pussy, darling.” You were in shock.

You tried to pull away again, but he delivered another slap. Only this time it was harder. You flinched in pain.

“Please,” you could still feel the burn of the area.

“Of course, darling. No need to beg me.”

You almost let go of the railing, relieved that he was going to let you go. Instead, his lips reconnected with your cunt, lapping rapidly at your mound once more.

That hadn’t been what you meant. Despair filled your body as his tongue circled your clit and licked up the slick that had begun to leak from you.

You whined loudly. The sensation was so new to you, it felt foreign. You hated the way your body wanted to lean into it. Your legs were shaking and your hold on the railing was so tight it had begun to hurt.

“It’s so obvious you’ve never been touched,” his voice was slightly muffled, “you’re so sensitive.”

He suckled at your mound as his hands kneaded the flesh of your ass above his head. You had stopped crying and your mind was racing. Were you… enjoying this?

One of his long fingers prodded at your hole, circling it. You were distracted by his tongue on your bud that you didn’t notice as he pushed the finger in slowly. A sudden pain rushed through your body and your eyes widened.

“No, please, Prince Loki, don’t.”

He ignored you and continued pushing his finger in until the entire length was inside. He held it there for a few seconds as his tongue continued its assault on your cunt.

Slowly, this finger slid in and out. Squelching noises filled the room. You felt your face heat from embarrassment of the lewd sound.

“So wet,” he said, suckling harshly at your nub.

You felt something building in your belly and your breathing became uneven.

“Let me go. Let me go,” your voice was weak and strained.

“Cum for me, darling. Let it go.”

Again. It was like he was speaking to you without actually speaking to you. Like he was altering your words to fit his wants. You just wanted him to let you leave. You didn’t want him.

Still, he’s tongue licked up your cunt, focusing on your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole. Soon, you felt a release in your belly as your body shook, your eyes closed and the pleasure turned to pain.

“Stop! Stop, please!” You cried, kicking one of your legs back.

He didn’t budge but he did stop. He pulled back and his eyes had darkened in the way you had learned to loathe. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined. You taste as pure as sugar.”

You grimaced, shakily standing and tugging your skirt down. He had rid you of your panties and you didn’t bother to look. You wanted to leave and pretend this had never happened.

The way he spoke disgusted you. You tried not to think about his comments as you stumbled to the door.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, darling. I felt how wet you were.”

You had returned to normal. You were back to being a shell of a person.

You woke up sweaty and breathing heavily more times than you would like to admit. As much as the rest of the royal staff — and even Prince Thor — tried, you couldn’t shake what had happened. But you still never told a soul.

I’m just not feeling well, you’d say.

Luckily, Prince Thor still kept you close. You wondered if he knew of the antics of his brother. You liked to believe he was protecting you, that he deemed you worthy of saving.

You still took your own precautions, though. You would make up any excuse not to serve at mealtimes or anywhere Prince Loki knew you frequented. Like the library, the gardens, or the kitchens. You’d rush to your room as quickly as you possibly could at the end of every night, praying you wouldn’t run into the Prince.

It worked for a few days. Until it didn’t.

You shut the door hastily and locked it, sighing in relief at the feeling of security. You turned slowly, feeling your heart plummet to the ground at the sight of the man sitting on your mattress.

“This is not very comfortable,” he said nonchalantly, like he hadn’t broken into your room. It was your only place of solace and you knew it would never feel that way again.

You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him in fear.

“I’ll arrange for you to have a new one put in as soon as possible,” he gave you an unnerving smile.

You didn’t know what to think.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about you, darling,” he stood from the bed. “The taste of you is otherworldly. Nothing compares.”

You took a step back as he took one towards you. “Prince Loki, you should not be here.”

“On the contrary, darling. I have to be here. I am drawn to you, to your sweet little hole. I must feel it. I must be the one to rid you of your innocence. I have waited,” he twirled a piece of your hair around his finger, “far too long.”

You felt your lips wobble, “please, no.”

“But I must, darling,” he made a faux face of worry, “it is your duty to serve me, is it not?”

A tear slipped. You wish you could say no, but he was right. Your mother had taught you to obey all orders no matter what. But this was too much. You didn’t react.

Prince Loki grabbed your chin, his cold, calloused fingers burned your skin. “I want to claim your innocence as my own.”

Tears were falling quickly now and you couldn’t stand it. You didn’t care about what your mother or the other servants had said. This is not what you wanted. He would not claim your virtue.

You shoved him away, bolting towards the door. You fiddled with the locks, holding out hope that you would get out. But your room was small. He had caught up to you before you could unlock it.

The Prince gripped your hair and yanked it back, using his free hand to hold your throat. “You will do as told.”

He shoved you back, causing you to fall onto your bed. The familiar scent of your sheets was tainted with his aroma. How long had he been there?

You wasted no time pulling your clothes off. His eyes were hungry as they raked over your body. You tried to fight him off, pry his hands off but he wouldn’t budge. You watched as he slipped your panties into his pocket. Did he have your other pair?

He leaned down to kiss your pussy, open mouthed and greedy. He moaned at the taste before standing and ridding himself of his bottoms. You tried to run again but he stopped you, giving you a look filled with venom.

You flinched back and he forced your legs open with his own. You feared looking down but you couldn't help yourself.

His cock was red and angry, it was curved and you couldn’t imagine it fitting inside you.

“Prince, no, please, please, no!” You writhed under him, pushing on the hands that held down your wrists.

He propped himself up, hold tight on your wrists as he spit onto your cunt. You weren’t wet this time, you knew that.

That didn’t stop him, he persisted. He gathered the spit with the tip of his dick, circling his hard shaft against your mount.

“Are you afraid?” He asked, eyes trained on your face as you looked down. “I know you are.”

You began to kick your legs. He rolled his eyes and forced your legs open wider with his own, limiting your movements.

His cock brushed your hole and you gasped at the feeling. He began to push himself in and you held your breath, your tears were hot and trailing down your face and neck.

It felt like his finger had, only worse. His cock was bigger and thicker. He leaned down to lap at your tears.

“My little virgin,” he whispered. “You’re all mine, darling.”

You were sobbing uncontrollably as he bottomed out. You still weren’t wet and it felt like sandpaper as he pulled out. It didn’t seem that way for him because his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. He spit a few more times before pushing back in.

You screamed in pain, hoping someone, anyone would come to help you. You knew they could hear you and that only added to your despair. “Please,” you repeated like a mantra. Plearse stop.

“So lovely when you beg, darling,” he said, burying his face into your neck. He licked at the tears that had fallen there and moaned at the taste before thrusting at a steady pace. You couldn’t stop crying.

“Relax, darling. I can feel you getting wetter by the second, just let yourself enjoy it.”

That couldn’t be true. There was no way you were ever going to enjoy an interaction like this. But soon you hear the squelching noises you had heard before and your body let out an involuntary moan. It was quiet but you knew he had heard it. He began to thrust faster, harder.

“You’re so tight, my darling.”

My darling. You felt sick.

You wanted to kick him, punch him, hurt him. He stole your virtue away. He had no right.

Or did he?

“You’re so obedient, my darling. You’re doing so well.”

Finally something had satisfied him, you thought.

You were sobbing as moans and whined fell from your lips, they mingled with his own sounds of pleasure.

You felt the familiar weight in your belly. No, no, no.

His fingers reached to rub circles into your mound. You didn’t last after that.

You spasmed around his cock, your walls clenched around it.

“Fuck, my darling, you’re heavenly,” he panted. “I’m gonna paint your insides white.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that but you didn’t want to find out. You weakly thrashed under him, straining against his hold on your wrists legs and legs.

A sudden burst of warmth shot through your body. He collapsed onto you while you laid frozen in shock.

He had bred you. Your mother had told you to never let a man breed you.

You were still in shock as he kissed your neck lazily. He hauled himself up and planted a kiss on your frozen lips. He pulled his bottoms on and started for the door, “I will return tomorrow, my darling.”

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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A peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Instantly finding yourself struggling to stay afloat among the brutal nobles, cutthroat concubines, jealous princesses, and brutal games you never dreamed could exist in your worst nightmares, it becomes difficult to keep your head down in the court, or in the bed, of the infamous Snake Prince.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

1- An Audition 2- The Snake Prince of Asgard 3- An Unusual Night 4- The Game 5- Death and a Diary 6- A Garden of Forking Paths 7- Others 8- Those Down Below 9- The Lesson 10- Days of Love, Days of Pain 11- The Viper Retreats 12- Queen of the Universe 13- Princess Ase 14- A Royal Bargain 15- Lokabrenna 16- Into the Shadows 17- Return the Stars 18- Heart Song

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Second request:)

Same pairing as the last <3

Promot 3 & 22

Trope 4 and any AU you want loves, thank you! ✨

What's Mine is His

Knight!Bucky Barnes x princess!reader x prince!Loki

King Rogers has announced that his little sister will marry the feared Prince Loki of Asgard, there was many who had taken issue with it, including her personal knight.

Warnings: cheating?, arranged marriage, forbidden love, secret relationship, smut, implied threesome, misogynistic views, possessive!Loki and Bucky, breeding kink, Loki wants to kill Bucky and visa versa, death threats, blood

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Minors DNI

3: “Can he fuck you like this?” 22: “Let’s break the bed tonight.” 4: Forbidden love 4: Royal

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The halls of the palace were finally quiet after a day of chaos, allowing Prince Loki to slip unnoticed from the guest chambers he had been placed in upon his arrival. He had changed out of his green and gold armour and was now instead had donned a simple white shirt and black trousers, letting his raven hair tumble down the back of his neck.

It had been an eventful day to say the least. Loki smirked as he recalled the absolute horror on the court’s faces when King Steve told them of his intention to finally marry off his precious little sister. Many had competed for the honour of her hand in marriage, the strongest warriors and smartest minds through all the kingdoms had come and gone in an effort to woo over the young princess. But all had failed.

And now, she was being given over to the terrifying black prince of Asgard in an effort to build stronger relations between them. The loudest shout of protest in the room had been that of her personal knight, James Barnes. Bucky, as he was more commonly known, detested the Silver Tongue. He knew of the prince’s whoring ways, going through many partners, sometimes all in a single night. He even seduced Queen Agatha who was notorious for maiming men for just looking at her lustfully.

Bucky knew Loki would destroy the princess, corrupt her pure soul, and steal her away from him them forever. He would lock her away in some dark tower, never to be seen again. “This is an outrage! Her highness has had many more qualified suitors! Even King Anthony would be a better fit!”

“Enough!” Steve bellowed, slamming his fist on the arm of his throne, making everyone freeze. “The princess has gone too long without being wed and tensions with Asgard have been rising since King Odin’s death. She has consented to the match, knowing full-well what it entails. The wedding will take place in a week's time. Make your peace with it Sir Barnes.”

Princess Y/N was renowned for her timeless beauty, plump curves that somehow exuded both innocence and raw sensuality. And she belonged to him. So why not claim his prize a little bit early, he was sure she would fall easily into his arms like so many before her. As he carefully snuck through the extravagant castle, Loki’s mind conjured up images of the princess on her knees before him swallowing his cock, of her on her back, begging for his seed, of how beautiful she would look covered in bruises and bites, a silver collar with his name engraved on it, hanging from her delicate neck.

So caught up in his imagination, the prince didn’t notice the harsh sound of slapping skin as he approached her chambers. “Fuck, fucking take it princess.” A deep voice growled out from behind the dark wooden door, making Loki pause.

“Please!” That was definitely the princess’s voice but it sounded broken, tinged with tears. “This is my pussy isn��t it princess.” “Yes! Yes!” She cried, her cries being cut off by a harsh slap. “Can he fuck you like this? Can he make you feel this good?”

Loki’s green eyes widened as she screamed a resounding “No!”. Carefully, he turned the handle and cracked open the door, sucking in a breath at the sight before him.

The princess was on her hands and knees, her face pushed into a satin pillow, another below her ample hips as Bucky plowed into her, his thick cock already soaked with her juices. Their coupling was downright savage, the Knight seemingly laying a claim to her. “J-Jamie please!” His blue eyes darkened and his lip turned up in a vicious snarl.

“Please what princess.” He growled, pinning her down by the back of her neck and bending over her, his incredibly muscular body pressing tightly to her soft one. “Lemme cum!” She sobbed, fat tears falling down her full cheeks, wetting the pillow. “No.” He answered and picked up his pace, slamming into her now and Loki had no doubt that he was bashing the entrance to her womb.

Anger and arousal curled in his gut at his bride being violated by a lowly knight. His fingers curled around the small blade he kept hidden on him at all times, fully prepared to eliminate the man that had taken what is rightfully his.

“What if I finished inside you huh princess? What if I get you round with my children before that bastard? You never let me fill you with my seed, always making me pull out. But now, you won’t be able to. Because you’re mine, all mine, forever, even if you do marry him.” Bucky’s long brown hair hung over his face, as he pounded downwards, forcing all of his length in her quim.

Loki could see, even from this distance, the way her muscles spasmed and her back bowed, both attempting to run from the pleasure and embrace it. “‘M yours!” “That’s right princess, all mine.” He punctuated each word with a powerful thrust that pushed her towards the end of the bed so she was now splayed out beneath the knight, forced to take everything he was giving her.

“I suggest you remove yourself from my bride before you find yourself in a shallow grave.” Y/N gasped and tried to pull away from her lover, her e/c eyes now sparkling with tears of fear instead of ecstasy. But Bucky didn’t relent, instead his hands held her wide hips even tighter and pulled her plump ass back into his pelvis and kept her there, his cock buried entirely inside her.

“She’s not yours. She will never be yours, your highness.” Loki’s jaw clenched tightly and he stepped forward. With a quick glint of silver, his dagger was pressed against the knight’s throat. “Rethink that, boy.” But James just chuckled and leaned into the blade, the sharp metal nicking his white skin. “She has been mine for years, what makes you think that you will ever best me. I know her body better than she does.”

Y/N whimpered when he emphasised his point with a targeted thrust to the sensitive ball of nerves within her. A glint in the swirling green of his eyes took Bucky off his guard for only a moment before he steeled his expression once more. “A challenge then, whosoever brings the princess the most pleasure gets to keep her.“

Loki stepped back for a moment and reached up to remove his shirt, exposing his lean torso to the pair, and then unlacing his trousers. “I will still marry her, but if you win, I will never lay with her, you will father all of her children, be her husband in everything but the law. If I win, however, which I have no doubt I will, you must watch as I take your precious love every night until my heir has been planted in her womb.”

“W-wait.” She tried to interrupt but was quickly silenced by another brush of Bucky’s thick cock against her g-spot. “Fine then. I accept. Show me what you’ve got, your highness.” “Oh I plan to.” He strutted towards them, letting his pants fall to the floor as he reached them. “Let’s break the bed tonight.”

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yeh go on, tell me again how LOKI can't fucking fight 😤

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"What are you doing?" his eyes dropped down to my lips, before meeting mine again. "Well, you were looking at me like you wanted me to kiss you... So, I was thinking that I just might do that."

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lumintsu · 4 months

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or perhaps...another prince?

#this was a good challenge #I think it turned out somewhat how I envisioned it #it's not really an au since I envisioned it as just mobius visiting asgard with loki #but some ppl read it as a princes au and that's totally fine #loki #lokius #mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #loki series #disney #marvel #owen wilson yaoi #my art

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fuji-haruka-iroiro · 1 year

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masters

#blue lock #fanart #bllk #noel noa #lavinho #chris prince #marc snuffy #julian loki

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milaisreading · 2 months

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Crossdresser!Yn as a toddler (The coaches taking care of her):

Lavinho: Now... Where did he go?

Chris: Who?

Lavinho: Y/n, Ego told me to take care of him for an hour. I kinda lost him...

Chris: How do you lose a child?!

Lavinho: I don't know- Oh, there he is! Why is he crying tho?

Snuffy, holding the crying toddler while Loki tries to calm him down with funny faces: Noa just ruined his whole life.

Noa: I just took the laundry detergent from him before he could eat it.

Lavinho: Awww

Chris: IT'S NOT 'AWWW', LAVINHO!

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #crossdressing #blue lock #chris prince #lavinho #noel noa #julian loki #marc snuffy

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cakegatedisaster · 8 months

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But I don't want them to heal. I want them to stay bitter and sour and angry. I want them to choose revenge over letting go every time. I want to see glimpses of hope, of peace, of a future that is better for everyone and I want them to choose wrong. I want them to refuse to regret that choice, no matter how much it hurts, no matter who it hurts. I want them to succeed in their vengeance and look back and think, even after everything, "It was worth it. I did what I had to do." I'm tired of characters choosing peace and healing and love. Choose hate and anger and pain, and inflict on every person who ever hurt you.

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bibislutmarvel · 1 year

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Who Did This To You? Happy Ending

Here is part two of Who Did This To You?

This part contains smut at the end, which you can avoid if you'd like. Get ready for all the fluffy feels, and Loki being a sweetheart.

There is also a dark! ending to this fic, which I will link below.

18+ only, MDNI.

Part 1 // Dark Alternative Ending // Read on Ao3

My love.

The endearment lingered in your mind as you struggled to eat. You felt sick from the night before, and you were full of a new kind of nervousness. Loki had never called you that before, and why would he? You were nothing but a sarcastic ‘darling’ to him.

Things between you had changed quickly, but you knew it would feel easier if you could stop your racing thoughts for just a moment.

The Prince was no help to your predicament. He had buttered your toast for you, for God’s sake. Since when had he ever buttered your toast?

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been as irritating as it was. It was a nice gesture, one that warmed your heart and spurred on the butterflies you had felt as you lay on his chest the night before. But you shouldn’t be having butterflies, should you? This was Loki. You may have had your fair share of sweet moments, but you’d had more than your fair share of bickering and teasing and winding each other up.

Your brother had come to the palace for the summer, on a break from school. Thor had been doing his best to make him feel welcome in your gang, and Loki… Well he was being Loki.

He didn’t like not having your attention. Thor and Aksel had been gathering wood for a mini bonfire, and trying to show off who could lift the heaviest logs. You’re pretty sure Thor is letting Aksel win.

As you were distracted watching Thor and Aksel trying to throw logs further than each other and cheering them on, a snake slithered its way across the grass to you, and you screamed, rushing to your feet.

“Loki!”

The Prince simply laughed, lounging back on the blanket as the snake wound its way up Aksel’s leg. Your brother yelled, kicking it off until it fizzled away in a green shimmer.

“What the hell, Loki?” You kicked him in the leg.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s only a bit of fun. And don’t kick me either.” He kicked you back.

You reached down and tried to push him over, but he batted you away. Not deterred, you crouched down to get closer, but he knocked against your leg and you fell back on your bum. You huffed, reaching out a leg to kick him again.

“Don’t kick me!” Loki got up onto his knees and pushed you down.

“Well you shouldn’t use magic to scare people!”

You grappled with him, pinching him in the ribs until he yelled in pain and you got leverage to push him over. You sat on top of him, jabbing him in the chest.

Thor and Aksel watched as you bickered and fought, the latter more concerned than his Prince.

“Are they always like this?”

You felt like you should be as stubborn as you always were and smack his hand away from your toast, and it was a tad unnerving that instead you felt yourself fighting off a blush.

He’d suggested a walk in the gardens as the weather was so nice. At least in public you could keep your distance.

It was just your luck that you found them practically empty.

You walked with Loki in silence for a while, trailing your fingers along the flowers and leaves. It was only when Loki stopped beneath a tree that you realised you hadn’t seen anyone else in a while. He tugged your arm and you looked back.

His gaze was intense as he pulled you to him slowly. You held your breath as you moved into his space, your hands coming up against his chest as you breathed in the earthy scent of him. His body was warm and solid beneath your touch.

His eyes held yours as he lifted a hand to touch your face, the other wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes as your heart raced. “Loki..I-”

“I know,” he said quietly, “But I feel it too.”

You bit your lip for a moment, looking into his eyes. “You do?”

His grip tightened on your waist, and he tucked your hair behind your ear . “I do,” he whispered, “Let’s take it slow.”

You found yourself reassured at his words. This was new to him too, and yet he could still feel what you felt, this newfound need to be closer.

You touched his wrist lightly, nudging his hand away from your face. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” You pulled out of his arms, but came beside him and placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. He looked down at you with a warm smile and your heart skipped a beat. You could get used to that.

The next week followed quicker than you thought possible. It had only been five days when Thor pulled you to the side of a ball.

“Take a walk with me, Y/N. I’d rather be out of earshot when Syf tells the new ambassador all about our next excursion.” He grimaced and winked at you, gesturing to the doors out onto the patio.

You glanced briefly at where Loki was standing talking to the Queen, and then followed Thor outside. The cool summer breeze was refreshing and you sipped your wine as Thor leant against the railing.

“It seems I’ve lost my chance, Y/N. My brother has already won your affections.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He hasn’t won anything. You know I love you both.”

Thor hummed. “Something has changed between the two of you.”

Loki had found the way back to that beautiful clearing from before, and this time you’d brought a picnic.

He lay the blanket down on the soft grass for you and you made yourself comfortable as he unpacked the food and champagne.

You poured two glasses and passed him one. “To you, my Prince.” You raised your glass.

“To me?”

“To you. You saved me.” You couldn’t hold his gaze as you spoke, looking down.

Loki put his glass down, sitting up onto his knees and taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. “I’ll always protect you, darling.”

After you’d eaten you found yourself tired. You didn’t let yourself stop to second guess your actions as you lay down, resting your head on Loki’s lap. He threaded his hands through your hair, kneading your scalp.

“Better?”

You hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of the sunshine on your face and his fingers on your skin.

You came to stand beside Thor, gazing out into the shadowy gardens. “It’s still very new.”

“Loki’s always had a soft spot for you. We both have.” He shakes his head. “But the way he’s been looking at you this evening, I’ve never seen him look like that before.”

You swallow hard, not sure what to say.

“If he ever hurts you, Y/N-”

“He won’t. You know he wouldn’t.”

Thor sighed. “I know. But he’s still a man. We are foolish creatures.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I always did wonder about the two of you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You’ve always matched each other.” He took a sip of his drink.

You scoffed. “We barely tolerated each other half the time.”

“It’s still a kind of passion, isn’t it?” Thor raised an eyebrow.

You frowned. You’d never thought of it that way.

—

You were sat on the couch in your rooms, your legs up on Loki’s lap. He was tracing light circles on your ankle as you both read. You were absorbed in your book, leaning back against the pillows.

Loki silently traced his fingertips higher up your calf, and you were too distracted to notice. It wasn’t until Loki gently lifted your skirts higher that you were pulled out of your daze, and you looked at him over your book. You nudged him with your other foot. “Oi. Watch how high you’re going, your highness.”

His eyes shone with mischief. “I can’t help myself, you’re just so lovely.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot despite the feeling that you were being teased. “And just how lovely am I?”

“The,” Loki traced his fingers a couple inches higher than your ankle, “most,” a couple more inches, “lovely,” he stopped just below your knee, holding your gaze. Your heart was beating rapidly from his teasing touch. “My darling.” His hand grazed just above your knee and you shivered. He sat up to lean over you, his face inches away from your own, his eyes glinting. “Your legs are just as beautiful as the rest of you.”

You were both shocked and not at how much you wanted him to kiss you.

“Loki…” You whispered, feeling his breath on your lips.

You couldn’t come back from this. Loki was your friend, and once you crossed that line, what would happen?

He was just as handsome as ever, and for once you let yourself linger on it. You drank him in, his cool green eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark hair, his soft lips…

You closed your eyes and…he met you halfway. The kiss was warm, and firm, and…Electrifying.

You were melting into it as he pressed himself against you. Loki groaned, kissing you hungrily. A moment longer, and you pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeks burning. You looked at each other, flustered, and giggled.

Loki chuckled with you, pecking you on the lips. “Not bad, darling.”

“Not bad yourself.”

—

You’d lit a fire between you, and though you were still taking it slow, you still found yourself frequently pressed against your Prince, panting as he kissed your lips, your neck, his thigh between your legs.

Things had changed so quickly, and yet it felt so natural. You were hungry for Loki, despite your best efforts to remain in control of your emotions.

You were bound to get caught one day soon, and you dreaded it. It could only mean two things: a reputation ruined or a marriage proposal.

And how were you supposed to think sensibly about everything when you were being whisked away to a birthday surprise, courtesy of your Prince?

—

Loki had taken you on a long ride through the country, refusing to tell you where you were going. You’d ridden down roads, across fields, down country lanes, chatting easily and racing occasionally. Finally, it seemed that you’d now entered onto some kind of estate, trotting up a long winding gravel road. Tall trees lined it, the grass due for a cut, a few stray twigs and branches scattered across the path.

You stayed quiet as the avenue opened up into the sunlight, a large gravel entryway leading up to a grand manor house. You slowed down, taking in its beautiful regality.

A man, who appeared to be the groundskeeper, appeared from the ornate front door, looking rather out of place. Loki hopped down from his saddle before helping you down, his hands tight on your waist. His fingers lingered a moment as he held your gaze.

“Your royal highness.” The man greeted, bowing. “My lady.”

“Good afternoon, Anders.” Loki turned away from you and nodded, taking your hand and placing it in the crook of his arm. He smiled at you. “Shall we?”

He took you up the steps and through the huge front door. The entryway was just as impressive, a swooping marble staircase at the centre. Everything was white marble, or ornate cream moulding, an enormous glass chandelier hanging over you. There was a notable lack of furniture, and as Loki guided you through the house you saw various pieces covered in dust sheets.

“This was one of our summer houses growing up. It’s been vacant for a few years.”

You remembered him and Thor going away for a few weeks in the summer. Hadn’t you also accompanied them a couple of times?

Loki reached a set of double doors, pushing them open to reveal a large swimming pool. Golden stone slabs lined the floors, chairs around the edges of the room, some sat around a coffee table. The far wall was made entirely from glass, now thinly covered in moss and leaves, the sunlight streaming in in golden and green hues.

You remembered this place. It had seemed so much bigger back then, filled with you children, the glass clean and shiny as the room looked over the gardens.

“Fancy a swim?” Loki pulled away from you, picking up a pile of clothes from a nearby chair. “I’ve had it cleaned and refilled. I thought you might enjoy a dip in the water, I know it's been a while.” He offered you the clothes.

You lifted them up, a short, simple, cotton dress and matching long cotton shorts. You could work with that.

You smiled at Loki, touching his cheek. “You know me so well.”

“I do, don’t I?” He smiled smugly.

You changed in a small changing room to the side, Loki helping with your dress as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, his fingers drifted against your skin. When you finished and came back he was already in the water, topless.

You gulped as you took in his muscled body, his arms, his shoulders.

You were salivating, the sight of him was quite literally mouth watering.

Oh gods, you were fucked.

He held his arm out for you to lean on as you sat down on the side, dipping your legs into the water. You gasped as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you down flush against his body and into the water.

He kissed you deeply, pushing your back against the tiles and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. You moaned, instantly melting under his touch, heat building between your legs as you felt him there. It felt so incredible to be so close.

Loki kissed down your jaw to your neck, nipping you lightly as you giggled, inclining your head so he could kiss your sensitive skin some more. “Can you believe this is happening?”

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” He murmured into your neck, before leaning back and kissing you on the nose, a surprisingly affectionate gesture.

“You know what else I can’t believe?” You smiled wickedly at him.

“What’s that, darling?”

“That you haven’t even offered me a piggy-back ride, and we’ve been in the pool several minutes already.” You scooped up a handful of water, pouring it over Loki’s head.

He shook it off, splattering you in the face as you squealed. “I suppose I should have known my place.” He sighed, turning around and lowering himself.

You strung your arms around his neck, jumping on. “Damn right.” You pointed ahead. “Now take me for a ride, oh handsome steed.”

Loki snorted, but waded through the water nonetheless.

—

You spent half of the afternoon in the water, messing around like kids, and spending a substantial amount of time with your legs wrapped around Loki’s waist, your lips pressed against his.

You had sat in the garden afterwards, eating a picnic in the sunshine and taking in the beauty of the grounds. They were visibly more neglected than the Palace, but still tidy enough that you could see what they were meant to look like.

The ride back was long, and you were tired. But you were also so content that you found yourself not caring; you’d had the most wonderful day. If every day could be like this with Loki, then your anxiety would soon fizzle away. You could get used to a life like this, with him.

When you arrived back you ate supper quickly, before taking a nice long bath and sliding into bed. You slept better than you had in a while.

—

It was your birthday, and you’d been summoned to your mother’s rooms for morning tea. When you got there, however, any ladylike decorum flew out the window.

Aksel greeted you with a beaming smile, and you flung yourself into his arms with a squeal.

“Brother!” You smiled. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has,” he agreed.

You hugged him again, beyond ecstatic. The last time you had seen him had been at your coming of age.

“I’m your birthday surprise.” He did a little spin. “My boy is old enough now that I don’t have to worry about leaving his mother, so I thought I’d come down and see you.”

“Oh how are they?” You linked your arm in his, immediately thinking of your sister and nephew. “I need to come down now they are well. I’ve yet to meet him, see how my sister is coping with motherhood.”

You guided him onto the couch as your mother entered. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” She leant down to kiss you on the cheek as you thanked her.

“Did you organise this all, hmm? Up to your meddling again, mother?”

“Of course.” She huffed, sitting down across from you and fluttering her fan. “I won’t have my two children drifting apart.”

Aksel smiled, answering your question. “Both mother and babe are in excellent health. They’d be overjoyed to see you.”

You could see the fondness in his eyes. He’d managed to find true love and keep it, why couldn’t you?

—

You spent most of the day catching up with your brother, but even through your joy you could feel yourself missing Loki. You really were buggered.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long until Loki came to your chambers late that afternoon.

“I’ve got another surprise for you.”

You giggled, pulling him along and sitting him down on the couch. “Give it to me!”

“So impatient, darling,” Loki tsked, but revealed the gift anyway. A large ornate trunk sat in front of you and you opened it, pulling out one of the most gorgeous gowns you’d ever seen.

It was a deep forest green satin, with the bodice embroidered with tiny green jewels, a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder bishop sleeves. It was elegant, luxurious, and breathtaking.

It was his colour.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, staring at it in awe. You turned to him and pulled him to you. “Thank you.”

You knew what it meant, the subtle admission of your newfound relationship. It should have scared you, but it didn’t.

You just might have to deal with your mother’s keen eye. You’d dealt with worse with Loki by your side; there was still that night.

Well, you supposed there had been two of those nights now. The first, and the second that awoke this new intimacy.

The first had been its own kind of awful.

The King had found you alone for once, waiting for Loki in the library.

“Lady Y/N.” He greeted.

You rose from your seat quickly, dipping into a curtsey. “Your Majesty.”

“What are you reading?” He gestured for you to sit again as he took the armchair opposite you.

“The History of Asgardian Theatre, Volume II.” You read the front cover. “Volume one was too long ago for me.”

“Ah, I see. A queen needs to be well-read and supportive of the arts.” He nodded. “Frigga is.”

“Yes, the Queen has many charities.” You smiled politely. Why in the world was he speaking to you? You’d never shared more than pleasantries in all your years of being in the royal household.

“A queen also needs to be able to listen to many battle stories, over and over again.” He looked at you pointedly. “I’ve often seen you with the Princes, listening intently.”

You frowned. “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, I’m not sure-”

“You would make Thor happy, would you not? You spend an awful lot of time together.” He remarked.

“I will always try my best to be a good friend, Your Majesty, to both of the Princes,” you said, cautiously.

“I don’t doubt it, Lady Y/N. But now I am talking only about one of the Princes: Thor.” He sat forward. “Would you be a good wife to him?”

You gulped, your heart hammering painfully in your chest, “Your Majesty, I love the Prince, but I do not see him as more than that.” You tried to balance your voice between soft and firm, but it threatened to break. “I do not wish to marry him. I do not wish to be Queen.” Your hands shook as you folded them in your lap. He wouldn’t force you, would he?

“Every lady wishes to be queen!” He laughed. “You cannot deny what is in your nature.”

“But it is not in my nature, Your Majesty.” You shook your head. “Thor is a wonderful friend, and a brave soldier, a powerful god-”

“He is everything you could want, is he not?”

You opened your mouth, but words failed you. This couldn’t be happening.

“Are you calling my son deficient?” Odin’s voice had quickly turned hard.

Your stomach dropped. “I would never.” You shook your head, “Thor is wonderful,” you repeated.

“His Royal Highness.” Odin corrected you. “This is not the time to be impertinent, young lady-”

“Father?” Loki appeared around the shelves.

“Ah, Loki. I was just having a private word with Lady Y/N.” Odin smiled. You forced a smile to your lips.

“I’m afraid you’ve caught her at a rather bad time.” Loki flicked his gaze over to you. “We’re due to see Thor in a short while. I was just coming to walk the Lady up.”

It was a lie, you’d only planned to read together. He must have heard your conversation.

“Ah, I see. Another time then, Lady Y/N.” You stood up and curtseyed to the King as he left.

You looked back at Loki with tears in your eyes, and he came over to you, rubbing your arms and shushing you.

“We’ll give it a minute and then go up to Thor’s rooms. He will convince our father to change his mind.”

You nodded, sniffling, unable to speak for fear of crying. Men had so much power, and you had none.

You were pretty sure Loki was stunned into niceness by your tears and quietness. Once Thor had left to talk to the King, you went back to Loki’s apartments, and he ordered up some of your favourite cake from the kitchens. He didn’t pick on you, the only teasing coming as you debated your favourite plays from the 5th century.

It was nice to have him on your side.

—

The banquet and ball was just what you needed to end your lovely day. To be able to dance the night away was one of the best luxuries of the season.

You’d received too many compliments on your dress to count, your mother watching you and Loki like a hawk. She was too quick to fool.

And when you were dancing with Loki, it was hard to remember who you were trying to fool, or why.

He was so handsome in the candlelight, your hand in his as he guided you around the dance floor. With the music, and the wine, and just how close Loki was to you, it made your head spin.

He noticed, leaning down to speak in your ear. “Come and take the air with me, darling.”

You nodded, following him out, just about remembering to take your hand out of his.

Thor was already leaning against the railing when you walked through the doors. He looked back and rolled his eyes.

“There’s the happy couple.”

You rolled your eyes back, shoving him in the shoulder. “What’s made you so grumpy?”

“I’ve got a theory.” He sipped his drink.

“And what’s that?” Loki asked.

“That you guys are spending way too much time on your own without me.” He squinted at you both.

You sighed dramatically. “You’re probably right. I’m starting to look like him.” You gestured to your dress.

Thor chuckled. “I noticed.” He winked at you. “Though his dresses aren’t nearly as pretty as yours.”

“Objection!” Loki huffed.

“Overruled.”

You and Thor laughed, and he clapped his brother on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it, lovebirds.”

Loki watched him go. “I don’t understand why people always say me and you are the troublemakers. You two are just as bad.” He turned to you and prodded you. “I still remember when you got him to put fish in my bed.”

You laughed loudly, covering your mouth. “That was a good one.”

“How would you feel if I put fish in your bed?” He poked you again, pressing you back against the railing. “Although I can imagine far better uses for such a comfortable place,” he said lowly.

Your heart sped up and you bit your lip, looking down from his sparkling eyes to his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay?” Loki murmured, his face inches from yours.

“Okay, let’s go.” Your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

It was a challenge. And if there was one thing to know about you and Loki, it was that the two of you never backed down from a challenge.

Loki groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re such a little minx, darling.”

You grinned. “You love it.”

—

So much for taking you the minute you walked in; it took Loki ten minutes to get you out of your dress, and that was with his remarkably skilled fingers. You wondered what else he was remarkably good at.

You shivered in your thin slip as Loki draped the dress over a chair, feeling exposed. He came back over to you, uncrossing your arms from your chest and kissing you gently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered.

You nodded, finally letting yourself give in to your feelings and kissing him hard. There was nothing that you wanted more right now.

Loki kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He lay you down and held himself over you, still kissing you, as he traced his hand up your leg to your thigh. He squeezed and you moaned into the kiss, desperate to be touched more.

It only encouraged him more as he kissed down your jaw, your arms around his neck, his hand pressing between your legs. You gasped at feeling his fingers on your sensitive skin, feeling them move into your heat, and Loki groaned into your neck as he slowly rubbed your clit. It felt so good to have him here, so warm and solid against you as you closed your eyes to the pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, “Good girl.”

It was your turn to hide your face in his neck, as he rubbed faster, letting out a reluctant whimper at his words. You’d never thought you and Loki would ever be in a situation where those words didn’t end up in a slap. But here you were, moaning in his arms.

He pushed his fingers lower, slowly pushing one inside you. You held on tighter as he began moving his hand, your legs shaking from the anticipation.

“We’ve barely begun, darling.” You could hear his smug grin at feeling you so worked up beneath him.

And then he was moving faster, steadily pumping his finger now. You whined louder, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept going, but you needed more, something, anything more.

If you didn’t know he wasn’t, you would have thought he was reading your mind. He pulled away, leaving you empty. Before you could even process what was happening, he had grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

It was one of the most erotic things you’d ever witnessed, being manhandled, him kneeling between your thighs, hands on your hips. You threaded your fingers in his hair as he kissed your heat, licking it.

Loki moaned at the taste of you and you felt it ripple through you. He pressed two fingers into you, drinking in the sight of you on your back, your hand over your mouth, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

He rubbed your clit with his other hand as he began to pump his fingers faster, and your legs began to shake again as you pulled his hair, moaning loudly.

“That’s it, darling. Does that feel good?”

You let out a whine. “Don’t patronise me.”

Loki grinned, speeding up and watching you keen, arching your back as you covered your mouth to try and drown out your moans.

“I’m sorry, what was that? You’ll have to say that again.” He grinned devilishly at your reaction, not slowing down in the slightest.

“Oh, gods…” You whispered, unable to open your eyes as the sound of your wet heat filled your ears.

“Yes, darling?” Loki was enjoying this too much. Still he kept going.

You smacked him on the head. “Dont-even…” Your words turned into moans. “Please, Loki…” You gripped his hair harder. It felt so good, so good… it was too much… “Please…I want to-”

He slowed to a stop and you let out a scream of frustration. “You absolute arse!”

But before you could scream at him further, he buried his face into your heat, his fingers reaching a slow steady pace.

You fell back against the bed, barely able to think as Loki swirled his tongue around your clit. It felt incredible.

He sped up his pace again, both with his tongue and his fingers.

You fisted your hands in his hair, barely conscious of what you were doing as your body began to climb a peak. It felt like every nerve was electrified as he rode you through the waves of pleasure, as he kept going, and going…

“That’s it darling. Good girl.” The words echoed in your head.

It pushed you over the edge, falling into your orgasm, shaking from head to toe as you bit down a scream.

You panted, still shaking, as Loki crawled over you, kissing you on the forehead.

“I think I’ve found your trigger.” He murmured.

You huffed, holding onto his arms to ground you. “Did you just dirty talk to me telepathically?”

“Yes.” He pecked you on the mouth before smiling wickedly at you. “I’m glad you liked it, because we’re not done yet.”

And then suddenly his skin was pressing against yours, hot, and hard.

You were both very much now naked, and you were getting the feeling that this wasn’t Loki on top of you, it was the God of Mischief.

He knelt between your legs, and you took in the mouth-watering sight of him, his cock rock hard. He was huge.

He pressed the tip between your folds, groaning as your juices coated him. He smiled wickedly at you.

“Ready?”

You bit your lip and nodded, and he pushed inside you, stretching you despite his previous efforts. The pain mixed with pleasure as he began to thrust slowly.

Loki groaned again. “You feel so fucking good, darling.”

You whined, reaching your arms out. He lay over you, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pressed his face to your neck.

You dug your nails into his skin as he began to thrust faster, moaning loudly at how hard he was snapping his hips into you.

“Good girl,” he grunted, “You’re taking it so well.”

You sighed at his words, letting yourself go as he fucked you hard, fast, his thrusts relentless. The feeling of him pressed against you as he ruined you was delicious, and as he bit your neck you felt the pressure building and building.

“Please..” You whined.

“What is it? Tell me what you want, my love.”

You wrapped your legs loosely around him, desperate to have him closer but not wanting his thrusts to grow any shallower. His cock was hitting just the right spot, over, and over, and over…

“Please, Loki… Don’t stop.”

He groaned. “That’s my girl.”

You didn’t think it was possible for his thrusts to become even more brutal, but you were wrong, and it was perfect.

You fell over the edge before you could even realise what was happening, your legs squeezing him tight, your nails digging into the skin on his back, a scream erupting from your throat as you convulsed in his arms.

“That’s it, darling.” Loki murmured, not slowing down, before his hips stuttered just a moment later as he came loudly, his face buried in your neck.

You held onto each other a moment longer as you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking, your whole body tingling.

He kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your face, peppering kisses all over as you laughed. He pulled out and you winced at the empty feeling before he pulled you back into his arms, running his hand over your hair and kissing the top of your head.

“You okay?”

You nodded against his chest. “Can’t move,” you murmured.

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “Good girl.” He kissed your head again. “How about a bath? I’ll brush your hair.”

The butterflies were back. “Come with me?”

You couldn’t go back from what you’d just done, but you found it didn’t matter. Everything felt so good, so content, and you felt safe in Loki’s arms. The future really didn’t seem so scary anymore, not when it inevitably held so much more of this feeling, not when it was with Loki.

“Of course. I’ll always be here for you, my love.”

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human-derogatory-furry-beloved · 7 months

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Behold, the four sexymen of selfcest

#tumblr sexyman #selfcest #sans #onceler #loki #winter prince #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #undertale #the lorax #why are they all tumblr sexymen #this is to much of a coincidence #I am not neurodivergent enough for this

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 1- An Audition

A simple peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s continued protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

By the Will of Odin the Allfather, King of Asgard,

The Vanir Village of Borgund has been selected to offer this season’s tribute of peace, in the form of an approved maiden of proper age and prerequisite to be conscripted into the harem of Prince Loki. An acceptable maid must be a virginal daughter with no marriage prospects, of suitable beauty, and possess a humble, modest demeanor.

Two Asgardian representatives will be at your gates one month hence to approve of and collect the tribute maiden. If one has not been selected by the village before their arrival, your property will be seized, and Borgund will instantly be selected to provide the next three tributes.

The Vanaheim sky was a canvas covered in indigo ink as you crept your way out of the village you called home towards the Temple of Freyja, where you knew your aunt would be keeping worship for the night. The sound of silence made your ears hollow, but even with the haunting lack of senses helping you along your path, you had no trouble tracing the familiar steps to the temple.

You had to make sure no one heard you as you snuck out of your small cabin in the center of the village. You knew the local toadies were informed of your conscription, and likely would’ve tried to snatch you for a small ransom, but luckily, you were swift and easily slipped past them.

Tonight was your last night in Borgund before the Asgardians came for you. Earlier today, the wonderful, generous people of your village had selected you for the Snake Prince Loki’s “slut collection” (as you so bitterly called it). Every girl of the correct age and qualifications was forced to audition before the village elders (who, of course, were three men with no daughters in the race themselves). You were poked, prodded, and forced to parade before the men entirely naked while the healers vouched for your virginity and modesty.

After hours of debate and being forced to wait in a small room with every other candidate, you were selected. You weren’t told why, You were far from the most attractive girl in town. In fact, you were usually satisfied keeping to yourself, which in turn, made some of the villagers suspect you as someone ‘odd.’

I should have painted myself with mud, you thought as your feet carried you to the temple appearing now in a small clearing through the trees. Perhaps I can claim a vow of celibacy for some lesser God.

As you approached the Temple of Freyja, you saw a middle-aged man, handsome for his fifty-some-odd years, leaving with a coat slung over his shoulder. Your aunt, wrapped in a silk dressing gown, was seeing him off. The man looked fine until you approached, after which he averted his eyes quickly and darted around you, which you found odd.

“Oh, Y/N! I was hoping you’d visit this evening!” your Aunt Ing called from the threshold.

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheek. “I wish you’d tell me beforehand if you had a worshipper. It’s the Altar of the Goddess of Sex, after all.”

Aunt Ing smiled warmly and shrugged. “You could still take vows and join me here. All the pleasures of Freyja’s gifts without the commitment or servitude that comes with marriage.”

“Oh, were it possible!” You shook your head. “Aunt Ing…they picked me today. For The Snake’s personal whorehouse.”

Your aunt’s smile fell away faster than water rolling off an oiled surface. “Oh, my dear! Come in, I’ll make us drinks.”

“Good, I need a beer,” you murmured, rubbing your temple, trying to get rid of the stress headache quickly building under your skin.

Your Aunt lived in the Temple as its shrine hostess and priestess. Her small but tidy room was behind the front altar in the chapel, so it always reeked of floral incense and old burnt sacrifices. You didn;t mind. You were essentially alone in the world aside from your deceased father’s younger sister.

“What made them pick you?” Ing asked after sitting you down in her meager quarters in the temple, putting a stein of rich, dark beer in front of you. You took a large gulp before answering.

“They didn’t say,” you finally replied. “They examined me…thoroughly.”

Aunt Ing nodded in sad sympathy. “I know they do. Asgardians may be richer, but they are barbaric warlords who know nothing of love or peace.”

“They take and take from us,” you agreed meekly. “It was awful! All of it!”

Aunt Ing looked at you. “Would you like to tell me about it? Or would that only make things worse for you?” You weren’t exactly the type to draw a spotlight or steal a conversation, but talking through the worst of your life’s trauma usually helped you, especially if the attending ears belonged to your beloved Aunt.

You regaled your horrific tale of the day’s events. You’d been lined up along with the nearly fifty-or-so other maidens of your village. The elders selected you for the Final Ten, after which you were physically assessed for shape, health, and of course, virginity. Bitterly, you allowed yourself to be violated. You knew the consequences of purposefully flunking an ‘audition.’

I have no choice, just like the rest of my people, you thought sadly.

Once you were selected as one of the Final Five, you were forced to ‘sell yourself’ to the elders but touting your merits and talents. You did what you could. You tried to make yourself sound enthusiastic about being chosen, but purposefully left out anything of actual interest that may suit the Snake Prince of Asgard’s fancy.

When you were informed of your selection, your first thought was: where did I go right? Shit and piss!

“I had the feeling they would take you if the Lottery ever came to Borgund,” Ing mused.

“Why, Aunt?” you asked, hopelessness beginning to crawl into your voice’s soft soprano.

“Your parents are gone,” Aunt Ing replied matter-of-factly. “You are lovely, intelligent, and have no attachments here other than with the crazy Temple Priestess up the hill. Of course they’d select you over someone with a family. Are you naive enough to never think the game would be rigged?”

This actually hadn’t occurred to you before. It began to make sense. “Aunt Ing, I’m so helpless!” you sighed. “What can I do?”

“I wish I knew,” Ing replied. “We are all under the Royal Thumb of Asgard here.”

You looked down at your stein, taking another massive drink. “Maybe I could run.”

Aunt Ing shook her head. “Where would you go? You have no wit for survival in the forests, dear.”

Harsh words they were, they were also true and you knew it. You were employed in Borgund as a tavern waitress, with no special skill set that would lend itself to a life on the lam.

“So, what is some advice you COULD offer?” you asked.

Ing thought for a moment. “He’s the Snake Prince of Asgard, so I imagine the quickest way to seduce him is by inflating his pride. Do not fall at his feet. He has enough women who do that every day for him, and you must stand out among them. Stand your ground, but insist that he is the most important part of your life and that you wish to know everything about him. If you can successfully walk the line between submission and subversion, the God of Mischief will be yours to use as you will,” she suggested.

“Use?” you asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Prince Loki is known to reward those who he favors. If you could seduce him, standing out from the rest of the harem, then you could ask for anything you wanted.” Ing smiled, the intrigue in her idea lacing her words with heavy purpose.

Suddenly, it clicked. “Then I can free Borgund!” you concluded, the wheels in your head finally turning full-tilt.

“Oh, my child,” Ing said, laughing, “If you use the prowess that I know you have within you, you could free Vanaheim itself from its debt!”

“Oh Aunt! Do you really think I could?” you asked, your breath quickening with thrill as Ing’s scheme began to fall into place in your mind’s eye.

All of your life, you’d been told you were on the more ‘beautiful’ side of the scale, and that perhaps you had more than a small talent for musical instruments (you could play six of them avidly, and found it easy to try new ones whenever the occasion called). Other than those two compliments, you really hadn’t been told you would ever amount to much. Not that it bothered you. It never occurred to you to mind the lack of positive attention growing up.

Ing took your hands in hers, looking into your eyes with excitement. “Yes, my niece! We must try!”

“But,” you said, pulling back, “What do I know about seduction? How to please a man who’s had every willing creature across the realms in his bed?”

“Y/N, you must give yourself more due. After all, you take after my side of the family, and I am the High Priestess of the Temple of Freyja. You don’t think I know a few tricks?”

“They will be here for me at dawn,” you answered. “How much can I learn before then?”

Ing twisted her thin lip, causing a dimple to sink in on her left cheek. “Perhaps I can teach you about sex first,” she said. “That will be the important thing, and your first and perhaps only chance to make an impact.”

“How do I do that when I’m a virgin?” you asked, pushing your now-empty beer stein forward. The topic of sex fascinated you, but like many other subjects, you weren’t particularly well-versed in it.

Your aunt reached for the beer pitcher and topped off your stein. “Oh, when a maiden is involved, it’s a very special field to roam through. It’s more of an advantage than you think, especially with a man who loves power as The Snake does. Come, we don't have much time, but I have much to tell you before dawn!”

“Oh! My Prince! Truly, no woman knows pleasure until she knows the love of a prince!”

“I’m hungry.”

Prince Loki withdrew himself from the strumpet underneath him and turned away from the brunette lying naked next to him in the mammoth four-poster bed in his chambers, who was attempting in vain to stay draped over his torso, anything to keep that skin-to-skin connection. Her partner had just rolled off of her after an exhausting roll about the sheets, and while she was basking in the afterglow, he was already distracted.

“Oh…” the girl said awkwardly, not knowing just how to respond to the non-sequitur. “I can have a slave bring us some--”

“--not necessary,” Loki interjected, swiftly getting to his feet, pulling out of the concubine’s grip once and for all. “Thank you for the romp, but I prefer eating alone. You may return to the harem quarters now.”

“But--”

“--I’d advise you to go with dignity, girl,” Loki hissed impatiently. “Remember your place.”

The tiny concubine woefully bowed her head and scrambled off the bed, quickly wrapping herself in a robe and heading out for her walk of shame across the palace.

Skinny little bird has the wit of a tablecloth, the raven-haired God thought to himself as he heard the small sobs whimpering from her as she scrambled to obey her master, shutting the door a little too forcefully behind her.

He went over to the rope hanging by his bedside, pulling on it twice. Without fail, a plate of fruit and wine would be delivered within ten minutes.

“Norns,” he muttered to himself. “And another one arrives today,” he complained.

He knew why his father was doing this, why he was throwing beautiful lovers at his son’s door night and day. Odin the Allfather feared that Loki would break his marriage treaty with Princess Ase of Alfheim for lack of sexual gratification implied within a forced match. Thus, Odin promised Loki as many lovers as he could handle as long as he vowed to keep his betrothal. Loki, being an adolescent when the deal was struck, had enthusiastically agreed at the time.

However, like a spoiled child who gorges themselves on sweets too many times, Loki grew sick of the treats he was offered. His harem of lovers grew to over ten, which felt excessive to him (at least until he learned that his brother Thor’s contained nearly thirty).

No matter how often Loki begged Odin to cease bringing new birds in for him to have, Odin never relented, clearly becoming increasingly paranoid with the possibility that Loki would break his vow to the Princess of Alfheim. It was as if the King thought that burying his son in concubines would render him unable to object to an arranged marriage somehow. Laughable, really.

“Speaking of…” Loki mumbled to himself, draping a heavy dressing robe over his bare body and walking onto the terrace.

Approaching the South gate was the latest offering from the Vanir. She was concealed from view, as was tradition for her journey from her homeland, but Loki had no interest in watching the caravan approach the palace. It was sparsely attended anyway, so she must’ve been another peasant farmer’s daughter or something of little significance.

Instead of going to greet her at the gates as any decent noble would have done to his new slave, he decided to eat breakfast, and then perhaps he’d go for a stroll through the garden, the only place in the world where he could be alone with his thoughts.

It would be wonderful if one of these times, I could have a companion who wanted to hear my musings, and not just to bed me or take advantage of my station, he thought sadly to himself as he went to get dressed. Alas, even a Prince cannot have everything he wants.

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wheredafandomat · 9 months

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Pledge Allegiance

Prince! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains a little smut

“There’s a guest here for you, your majesty.” Your messenger spoke, averting his gaze as he entered the room.

“Who is this guest?” You questioned, glancing at him.

“He said he’s a prince, should I tell him to wait in the—” he began before you interrupted him.

“Send him in.” You instructed.

“You want me to send him in? Now?” He asked incredulously.

“I don’t take kindly to repeating myself.” You answered evenly.

“Yes your majesty, sorrows.” He apologised before turning around and leaving.

You turned back towards the court painter, the silence resuming as he continued to paint you before you heard the door opening.

“Hello silvertongue.” You welcomed coyly as Loki stepped inside. His gaze darkened a shade as he took you in, laying sideways on the chaise lounge, nude, a thin layer of silk draped across your lower body shielding your modesty as you looked up at him.

“Y/n.” He greeted fondly, gaze meeting yours again as he stepped towards you before crouching down and taking your hand. “My queen.” He added, kissing the back of your hand before lowering it. You nodded chastely in reply as he stood again.

“And pray tell, how may I help you?” You queried.

“I’d prefer to speak in the absence of doting ears.” He answered, clearly gesturing to the other person in the room.

“Well you heard the man, he’s a prince” you turned to the court painter “make haste.” You ordered, flicking your wrist before the man scampered out. Turning back towards Loki, you picked up the grapes that were propped up in front of you. “Loki, would you like a grape?” You offered with a smile as you ate one. “I tend to grow quite peckish myself when posing for portraits” you spoke, eating another “and then these are just here, teasing me.” You snorted. Lifting one of your fingers, you gestured Loki closer before grabbing another grape with your free hand. Instead of crouching, Loki knelt in front of you as you fed him the grape with a wide smile on your face.

“How succulent” he complimented, looking deeply into your eyes once he finished the grape “a refreshing burst of sweetness.” He grinned.

“Now, away from flibbertigibbets, tell me what’s so important that you mustered up the dark energy needed to come here, surely it wasn’t just to pay me a visit.” You insisted.

“Can I not just simply visit you?” He answered bashfully.

“No.” You smiled as Loki stood up again.

“What’s so far-fetched about me coming here and paying a visit to the queen of a realm once promised to me?” Loki shot back, seemingly walking towards your unfinished portrait.

“What do you want?” You asked, smile falling.

“I remember when it used to only be me who painted you undraped, I was the only one you’d let see you so unclad” Loki reminisced as he looked at the painting “but I must admit, your court painter has done a splendid job at capturing your beauty y/n.”

“I could get him to paint you next, I’m sure he’ll be able to capture those sleepless nights under your eyes.” You snapped, sitting up as you pulled a silk robe around you.

“And she bites.” Loki smirked, turning towards you.

“Oh, I can do a lot more than just bite.” You answered, narrowing your gaze.

“Yes” he agreed “I seem to recall many of those sleepless nights were spent with you.”

“What do you want Loki?” You asked, looking up at him. Walking towards you, Loki stood in front of you, raising his hand to caress your cheek as he looked down into your eyes. Wordlessly, his thumb found your lips, circling them before he dragged his thumb down, your lips moving in the process before they were released, his thumb travelling lower. It ventured between the valley of your breasts and lower as Loki knelt back onto the floor.

“I find this more appropriate, a queen shouldn’t look up at a prince, especially not in her own realm.” He finally broke the silence.

“Even in a realm you insist you gifted me.” You spat.

“I did gift it to you.”

“I bested you.” You insisted.

“Did you?” He questioned, kissing one of your knees, lips travelling up your legs. Using one of his hands, Loki pushed them apart as he kissed your inner thighs. “Or did I let you win?”

Before you could even answer, your hands had curled into fists, fists that bored into the chaise lounge below you as you arched your back towards Loki, his name escaping your lips in a lewd moan. You moved further to the edge as Loki’s tongue ravished through your folds before his lips wrapped around your clit. One of your hands found the back of his head, fingers working through the knots in his hair as he suckled against your clit leaving you thoroughly pleasured.

“We are at war y/n.” He spoke between licks, not even lifting his head to speak.

“W-war?” You questioned, head thrown back with your eyes closed.

“Yes, a very real, a very merciless war.” He stated, lips smoothing over your clit as he spoke.

“And what can I do?” You asked, looking down at him. Without answering, Loki engulfed the bundle of nerves with his mouth again, making you moan out loud.

“There are two things” he began before you nodded “first, you could finish” he grinned, glancing up at you “refresh me with another burst of sweetness.”

“Loki” you sighed with rapture as he alternated between licking and sucking your clit. You could feel the pleasure swelling in your abdomen as he continued his victimless torture before your delight gushed out of you. Loki continued, slowly licking you until you pushed him away. Sitting back against the chaise, you tried to compose yourself as Loki stood. You closed your legs as you looked at him, wiping his face.

“And now I’m looking up at you again.” You noted.

“Secondly, I need your allegiance.” Loki answered seriously.

“My allegiance?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Was it not you who cursed me to an eternity by your side?”

“I simply saved your life.” He shrugged.

“Exactly, you saved my life. There’s no war where I fight against you Loki.” You assured as he crouched down again.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise” you nodded “do you want me to swear on it like when we were children?” You chuckled.

“Your word is enough.” He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. Turning your head, you captured Loki’s lips in a proper kiss, an uncouth one. It didn’t take long for him to join you on the chaise lounge, below you, holding you down against him as he lifted his hips, fucking up into you.

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