What if—Loki were a Tolkien Elf? 👀
Watching Rings of Power every week has given me so many Tolkien feels that I just had to design Loki as an Elf! It was fun to kind of merge his Asgardian look with a more organic, art nouveau kind of outfit, but I think it reads well as both Loki and Elven! And since spears are fairly prominent in Tolkien’s writings, and we know Loki can work Gungnir, it felt suitable to give him one here too 👌
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Following my own prompts for #whumptober2022
Day 4: Brain injury/amnesia/blahblah
Just 🍼🍼🍼 aaaaa Loki 🥺
Happy October 3rd Lokius Day
Just this...nothing else.
There's alot of unpack here.
The bum jiggle, obviously
The taunt shoulderblades being forced together on ✨impact✨
The forearm muscle below his elbow flexing
The grip of his hands as he braces
The thrust accompanying those delicious thighs smacking against the gym mat
The absolutely primal grunt we all know escaped him beneath that falling hair as he made contact
If I may provide a snippet to accompany the enjoyment of this gif:
Loki's body slammed to yours with the force of a falling man.
His lust was liquid, soaking into the crevices of your spread thighs like gasoline. Fists pummelled against the pillow on impact, his hair falling over your face as he kissed you. Marked you. With a twist of his hips against your soaking core, the match was struck; drawing his devastatingly hard length across the last of your resolve. It was done. He was victorious. And you were ablaze alongside him.
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Thanks for that Lee Garbett!
A lazy Tony lazing around with a big lokitty
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For Kinktober: Pegging with a side of Loki and a dash of 🍭. <3
It's time for emotions.
Let Me See You
Warnings: Pegging, established relationship, sub!Loki, praise and reassurance, anal penetration (fingers and strap), when the Dom sweet talks and cooes the brat out of their sub until they are soft blue mess, emotions, mentions of past trauma, Jotun!Loki (not the massive one)
Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x AFAB!Reader
He grunts, deep in his chest with an annoyed tone. His muscles clench around your slick fingers and a swirl of green magic flashes in his eyes. His cheeks are flush and his cock twitches against his stomach.
"Fuck, fuck me already." Loki's fingers digger hard into his spread thighs. "If you think-"
"Don't be naughty, sweetling," you purr, running your free hand up his stomach to brush against one of his nipples. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Or I'll have to punish you. And you've been so good for me this week. I know you're feeling wound tight, needy for me. Let me take it all away."
Another grunt escaped his pursed lips when you curled your finger upwards to stroke his prostate. The god's chest heaves when you add a third finger, stretching the ring of muscles. His ass clenches, fighting the intrusion and yet he demands more from you.
His cock leaks precum across his pale, almost blue skin. The illusion of his Asgardian visage seeping away the more he let go of his control. Loki isn't one to let himself be seen, even by you, but you craved these moments. When the facade would drop, when Loki was finally free to you and to himself.
"So beautiful, my love." Your hand stretched up to his heated cheek, thumb stroking the fine contour of his features. "Let me have control. Let me pleasure you and be gentle with my love. Let me see you."
You rise up higher on your knees and look down at your lover. His eyes shine, the defence mechanism developed from centuries of neglect shift and his lips tremble. You kiss him softly. Loki wants to let go, but he can't. He doesn't need to say the words, you won't make him. That isn't what this is about.
"I know, sweetling, I know. You've done nothing but fight for everything you've ever wanted. You don't need to fight me. Let me give you everything."
The slip of your fingers from his body makes him shudder and a whimper slips past his lips. You kiss once again, gripping his jaw firmly so you can plunder and steal the sound from him, to swallow its desperation. You pull back only when his body melts beneath yours. His breath shudders again and you can't help but smile.
You reach across the bed and grab the toy. You're aroused enough that the bulbous end slips inside you with ease. The weight of it inside you and between your legs lifts those last little bits of stress from your body. You pour lube onto the thick silicone and look up at your lover. His eyes are fixed on the heavy blue cock.
"Keep your eyes on me, sweetling, and just let me love you."
Your hands replace the ones on his thighs as you move closer, pressing the tip of your cock against his hole. Loki nods, hands moving to rest on your waist. The slip is easy after the flared head sinks past his tight ring of muscles. You watch his features for any sign of discomfort, his eyes flutter closed and his moans when your hips meet his ass. He clenches and pulls on the strap, pressing your end into deliciously inside you.
"Glorious, my love," you whisper, petting his thighs until your fingers just reach his cock. "Tell me when you want more and I will give it to you."
Loki breathes deeply, adjusts to the weight of being stuffed full so beautifully, like he was made for taking cock. He holds your stare, the marks of his birth rising to the surface as the illusion fades. His eyes shift to red and his pale skin turns the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. He shines.
Your fingers trace the patterns of his skin as you kiss his calf and thighs. Every part of you wants to move, wants to show the god how powerful you are, how you will keep him safe and protected while he receives nothing blissful pleasure. This body wasn't meant for war or harshness, but for worship and soft love.
"Please," he begs.
You wanted to stay away, but you couldn't. Your relationship is failing, you feel undesirable, so who do you turn to? The god who worships you of course. Calling him up late one night after time apart, you aren't sure he will answer, but when he does he suggesting meeting up and things end up getting physical fast.
God, this was a terrible idea, a really terrible fucking idea, but you could not help yourself. You had tried to stay away, to call this off before it got out of hand, and it worked for a time. Your life went back to its regular normalcy of the day-to-day and you were content for a time. Still, under the surface and at the back of your mind, you daydreamed about him and all the deliciously filthy things he could do to you. It ate at you until the very thought of it was taking over every second of free time you had.
Just like a bird has the urge to fly south for the winter, you could not deny yourself the primal need to have another taste of him any longer. He was your drug of choice and the withdrawal was becoming too much for you to handle; the consequences of your actions now would be nothing compared to the suffering you felt trying to stay away.
“Please, meet me somewhere,” you found yourself begging into the mouthpiece of your cellphone one night. It had taken you almost an hour of pulling up his number and then closing the phone app until you actually pressed dial and allowed it to ring.
There was a pause on the line until the man on the other end chuckled maliciously; in all honesty he had expected this call for quite some time, knowing the vice grip he had not just on your body, but on your mind as well. He knew what that was like as he wanted you just as badly, though he would never admit it. There was just something magnetic that happened when he was near you that he thoroughly enjoyed. No, there was no way he would ever deny your quest for him to fuck you.
“Ace Motel, Room 13, 5 o’clock,” the deep voice growled into your ear through the phone. “Wear that black dress I like and don’t be late, darling.”
The motel was easy enough to find, despite the vague directions you had been given. You walked around the building looking at the number plates next to the outside of the rooms until you found number 13. The man would be waiting on you, checking the time to be sure you would follow his order; you knew a punishment would be waiting if you were even a minute late. Quickly, you pulled out your phone from your purse to double checking the time, several missed calls and texts flashing on the screen from the same person, but you had more pressing matters in mind right now. There was no time to worry about that as your knuckles were wrapping against the wood of the grimy door.
Seconds passed, but it seemed infinitely longer as your heart felt like it was going to erupt out of your chest with how fast it was beating. The longer you stood out here, the more time you had to think about what you were actually doing and how it was a bad idea. You should have immediately left, you knew what it meant to give yourself over to him again, but you were tired of fighting this magnetism. Finally, from the other side you heard a low, sultry voice echo out to you.
“Enter,” the command sounded through the door to the other side and you turned the handle to find that it was unlocked.
Giving one last look around behind yourself to make sure you were going in unnoticed, you took a deep breath and stepped into the low-lit room. There was a reddish glow to everything, a product of the tinted bulbs in the lamps; a clear gimmick for this sort of this ‘pay by the hour’ establishment. Quickly you set your purse on the nearest ledge and took in the entirety of the room for the first time.
Bed, desk, dresser, t.v., the bare minimum needed; that wasn’t your focus though and you eyes finally found their target. Against the far corner of the room you could see the silhouette of a dark-haired man in a jet black suit and tie sitting back in the desk chair with his legs spread wide in a stance of pure dominance, his whole body fixated on your entrance.
“Right on time,” the man heaped on the praise, “I knew you would be a good girl for me.”
Your mouth felt dry and you swallowed a few times to re-wet it. Every inch of you felt weak, as if a strong breeze could knock you down as the gorgeous man before you never broke eye contact, those eyes boring holes into your very soul. There was no more thought of how wrong this was or how you shouldn’t be here, the second he spoke the only thought that filled every corner of your mind was how good it was fixing to feel to be with him.
“I only want to please you, Loki, always,” you squeaked out finally, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. His name felt like honey on your tongue as you had wanted to speak it aloud for months now; hopefully that would not be the only way you said his name tonight.
Slowly, he got up from his seated position, took off his suit jacket to set it on the back of the chair, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbows, and began to cross the room towards you. “Oh kitten, that is what I like to hear,” he purred as he loosened the tie around his neck and slipped it off over his head. As he came upon you, towering over your frame with such magnificence, he took both of your hands in one of his own while the other came up under your chin, tilting your head up so that he could capture your gaze in that penetrating stare of his.
A smirk crossed his full lips. “Does he know you’re here?” he breathed out the question, his mouth dangerously close to yours as he toyed with you.
Briefly, your mind drifted back to your phone filled with messages and calls not yet returned. You should feel guilty, you should feel ashamed, but that had long since passed. Your partner had his chance to apologize weeks ago when he started that explosive fight that made him leave in a fury, slamming the door behind him and making the walls shake. After all you both had been going through in your relationship, if you could even call it that anymore, left you feeling unwanted. This is what you needed to keep sane.
Your shoulders shrugged back at his question. “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care anymore,” you breathed out in a sigh of relief at your sudden realization about your feelings. “I’m tired of being made to feel undesirable, so fuck him. If he wanted me he should have done more to keep me.”
The hand under your chin moved to your cheek as he cupped it gently in his large palm. He could see the pain in your eyes as you spoke about being discarded and he planned to make you forget about all of it. “You are here with me now,” Loki reassured, running his finger over the flesh of your bottom lip to part them open slightly, “and I am not going to let you go so easily. There are two things you should never forget: the first is that you are mine.”
He paused and pulled your face up closer to his until your noses were nearly pressed together. The feeling of his warm breath wafted over your mouth and each and every nerve ending in your lips cried out to be caressed by his. It was agony to have everything within your reach and yet you were not allow to partake, not until he deemed it so; he knew exactly what you needed better than you did, that the flesh that was denied would reap the most pleasure.
Nothing would be done to you until he finished his thought. After you waited as long as you could, the silence became too much to bear a moment longer. “A-and the s-second thing?” you meekly stuttered out.
A low chuckle emanated from Loki’s throat. “The second thing you must never forget,” he groaned, lips grazing your open mouth, “is that I will always take care of what is mine.”
His lips connected with yours in a feverish frenzy that nearly made you faint right off your feet and you almost did if it had not been for the pressure on your chin from his hand that kept you focused. Even this would have been enough, to be united at the mouths only, a lustful creation, but before you could even get your fill he pulled away leaving you just as yearning as before.
“Is my pet ready to play?” Loki asked, though it did not sound like a question.
You nodded your head as you tried to remember how to breathe. “Yes.”
Nimble fingers undid the top of your dress and pulled it down until it sat at your hips, your breasts released into the cold of the room and to him, though he would not take the opportunity yet to feast upon them. With the tie still in his hands, he took both your wrists and wrapped the cloth around them so they were bound together in front of you. A small gasp escaped your lips as he pulled on the fabric to make it tight and it bit into your skin. Once done, he stepped forward to make you move in reverse until your back hit the wall near the bed. Loki’s body pressed into yours as his strong hands lifted your tied wrists until they were above your head as one of his legs spread yours apart, his thigh pressing up against your sex.
“Yes, what?” Loki demanded the answer. His body was heavy and firm against yours and desperately you wanted to feel his skin against the burning flesh of your torso. There was only one way that was going to happen, though, and you knew exactly how the game was played: submit and he would take all the pain away.
“Yes, my king,” you moaned.
A smirk with a glint of canine teeth flitted across his lips at the utterance of his title; he would never tire of the way it flowed from your mouth. Loki lowered one of his hands from your restraint and slipped his cold, soft fingers into the fabric of your dress still hung around your waist, pulled it down until it slid over your legs and lay haphazardly on the ground. His eyes trailed down the curves of your breasts to your stomach and hips through the length of your legs as if he were taking catalog of each and every place that would be touched and kissed and caressed by him this night.
Loki’s eyes flicked back up to yours. “No panties, perfect,” he commented with approval as he palmed your mound, making you buck against his hand with a groan. “Exactly how I like it.”
“Please, Loki,” you begged shamelessly.
His hand released you without warning, leaving the wetness behind that was gathering between your legs and screaming for more of his touch. With nimble fingers, Loki easily undid the buttons on his dress shirt one by agonizingly slow one and slid it off, switching your bound hands to pull it completely from his other arm. You could not stop yourself from staring directly at his broad chest, you hands struggling against this grasp as they were itching to feel and trace every line of his muscles.
“Use your words, darling,” he coaxed gently. “I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want.”
Your eyes fell down to his trousers. “Belt,” you said quickly before you forgot how to form words properly, “let me undo your belt and finish undressing you. Please.”
Loki nodded and released your hands from his grasp, yet still bound, and immediately they fell to his buckle, ripping the leather back so that the metal prong would be pulled from within and you could let it hang slack. Your fingers found the button and undid it easily, before preceding to the zipper. A bulge was already forming, tenting the fabric of Loki’s trousers out and you could not help but slide your hand over the beast you were about to unleash.
“Mmm,” Loki hummed at the feeling of your palm pressing against his sensitive cock, already engorged in anticipation of filling your tight cunt completely to capacity.
Your hands made their move to drop the clothing down, but before you could do anything, you were picked up and on the move to the bed. Setting you down on the surface, Loki shoved you up to the head of the bed and began to work on the restraints. One of your wrists was left in the tie, which was secured to the light fixture screwed into the wall, while he removed his belt and did the same to your other until you were strung up before him.
He moved back, his trousers loosely hanging around his hips, and admired his handiwork as you whined pleadingly for him to do anything to you, you just wanted to be caressed by him it did not matter how. “You are too fast, darling,” he scolded gently. “You don’t let the pleasure build. I don’t want to rush; you are a delicacy that is best savored slowly and with care.”
Even in that red dim light, you could make out the lines that came down from his hips and led to his cock as he knelt before you and it made your heart skip a beat. “Savor me, sir,” you begged with such need as your chest heaved up and down with your erratic breathing.
Maintaining eye contact, Loki’s fingers tapped on your knees. “Open, let me taste,” he commanded and you wasted no time spreading your legs so that he could easily slide in between them.
Loki bent the top half of his body forward until his chest rested against the mattress. Taking both his arms, he wrapped them around each of your legs to steady himself and looked down towards your core. “Mine,” Loki growled as he descended on your slick folds, parting them with his tongue, and plunging deep inside.
You howled as you struggled in your restraints, nearly leaping from the bed at the first contact of that silver tongue of his as he found your clit and began to work his magic. Loki chuckled in his throat against you at knowing he still had such power over your body that it responded immediately to him. It had been so long since someone made you feel like this, made you come undone so easily it was like they knew your body better than you did. No one could ever give you what Loki always seemed to effortlessly and as he inserted his tongue into your core, using his nose to stimulate your clit, you promised never to stay away again.
Head falling back against the wall, you closed your eyes and leaned your pelvis into his face to roll your hips into his nose and help him in his conquest of your cunt. If you would have been asked your name in that moment, you would not have even been able to respond as your mind was filled with only your lover and the pleasure that was constantly building in your stomach.
Loki’s hands gripped harder into your hips as you bucked and writhed against his face, leaving markers that would be visible in the morning. With each stroke of his tongue he elicited the most beautiful moans and whines that only fueled him on further to keep his pace. There was no question your were close as he noticed your thighs intermittently clamping down around his ears.
“Almost there,” you were able to blurt out, “don’t stop, please.”
That familiar feeling began to rise until all at once that white hot blanket of ecstasy washed over you in waves, wrecking every inch of your body as you squeezed your legs closed around his head, crushing him against you while you rode out your orgasm with whispered praises to a god neither of you believed in. You were sure he would stop now and come up for much needed air, but Loki only shoved your hips harder down into the mattress, never letting up on you with his tongue.
“Too much,” you whimpered as the intensity of your orgasm was not subsiding and you felt like you were going to explode. You squirmed a little to disengage him, but with your arms secured there was little you could do to stop his feast.
Just when your oversensitive clit felt about ready to burst, Loki pulled away slowly and sat up, wiping your juices from his chin with his hand while his tongue lapped up what was left around his mouth. “Gods, I could do that all day and still want more of you,” he groaned, a devilish smirk catching your eyes as he surveyed you to see just what a mess he had made. “Is my princess ready to stop or shall we continue?”
Flipping your head to try and get as much hair out of your sweat-glistening face as possible, you took a few deep breaths to regulate and then nodded in response. “I want my sir to get his,” you replied shakily as your body was still coming down.
Loki crawled forward on his hands and knees up to your restraints and undid them; he needed full access to move you as he wanted when he was inside of you. The minute you were undone, your hands were on him and this time he did not make you stop. You all but pulled him on top of you, letting your fingers explore his back, his chest, down his happy trail. They grabbed the hem of his trousers and slid them off his butt and down his legs, releasing himself.
Fuck, you had forgotten how big he actually was as you stared at his throbbing cock, precum already leaking from the tip. It was so swollen, the amount of control he must have had to contain himself from grabbing you and thrusting inside must be astronomical. You looked up into his eyes as he hovered over your body.
“All for me?” you asked, flashing your innocent doe-eyed look at him.
“Always, pet,” Loki purred as his mouth was on yours once again. Expertly his tongue parted your lips and slid inside your mouth; a mimic to what he would shortly be doing to you down belong. He assaulted your mouth and lips with all of himself and as he did your hand found his cock and wrapped around it.
His groan vibrated inside your mouth and down your throat and you drank it up like cool water. You wanted nothing more than to make him come undone, to have him so drunk off of you that he couldn’t let you go, not this time; you needed to be the only thing he could think of right now.
Your hand stroked up and down the length of him, using his precum as lube to your movements, smoothly applying pressure until he was bucking against you. Loki bit your bottom lip as his pleasure grew with each pass of your hand; the electricity between you two was palpable. He was coming undone too fast and he had to make a decision as your touch was simply too good: risk coming too soon from your mouth or immediately bury himself in your folds. The choice was easier than he thought.
Loki’s hand wrapped around the back of your head and through your hair, gathering a bunch into his fist as he pulled your head back. “You want me inside you?” the guttural moan rumbled out of his throat.
“Yes,” you nodded, never slowing your hand.
Loki licked his lips. “Do you need me inside you? Are you desperate for my cock?” his lust-filled questions betraying how much he wanted it. “Shall I fill you full, stretch your walls, leave you a wreck after?”
“Yes!” you responded louder this time. “Ruin me.”
His hand ripped yours off his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer and he grabbed your legs. He placed one on each shoulder, sitting up taller on his knees and aligning himself with your core so soft and wet, just waiting for him to dive in. Little begging whines were all you could produce now as the tip of his penis slid in between your folds, teasing your clit as he lubed himself with a mixture of both your juices.
“You will take it all, princess,” he demanded and wrapping his arms around your legs, thrust inside you up to the base of his phallus. “Good girl,” he praised in a yell as the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his godly appendage nearly sent him spirally. He had missed his favorite plaything.
Your body vibrated with pleasure as he inserted into you. It was a good thing he paused to let you adjust, the angle he had you in made him going in much further than expected and with his massive girth in a second you were filled to the brim with him. That is what you had been missing, him pushing you to take all he had to give and you doing it because you wanted to prove to him you could.
Gods, you sounded so good as you moaned and whimpered like a bitch in heat and to know he was the one to make you produce such beautiful music thrilled him. Loki’s hips rocked against yours as he began to thrust out to the tip of his shaft before pounding back down into you, each thrust precise and calculated.
Loki took his time to find the rhythm, his cock stimulating that bundle of nerves inside of your core with ease. “Feels so good,” you moaned as your head fell back and eyes closed while you reveled in the feeling of being adored. Even as he used you in whatever way he wanted it never felt like he was degrading you; no, he was worshiping you.
Turning his head to the side, Loki placed heated kisses along the length of your legs still resting on his shoulders. “Do you know how it killed me to not have this?” he growled desperately against your calf. “Do you know how much I burned for you day after day with nothing there to satiate my hunger?”
As he spoke his pace quickened and became more erratic, impaling your dripping cunt harder and harder in punishment as he recounted the agony he endured. It had never crossed your mind that it would be hard for him to quit you just as much it had been for you to quit him, but here he was drilling into furiously as he laid his desires before you.
“I didn’t know,” you moaned as your body rocked in time with his thrusts.
“Filthy girl, getting be hooked on your sweet cunt and then denying me access to it for so long,” he reprimanded forcefully, his passions needing a release. “Look how desperate you can make me? You think I fold for just anyone?”
Suddenly Loki was pulling out of you and with a shove, flipped you onto your stomach. He pushed your legs up until your butt was in the air and only then did he thrust back into you making you yelp.
“Punish me,” you pleaded. “I have been awful and must pay the price.”
“We have plenty of time for you to pay your penance to me,” he breathed, “right now I will get what I have longed for.”
His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you up against his chest, holding you steady against him as his other hand slithered down to your clit and began to stroke. He was holding on as long as he could, but quickly he was coming undone at the seams; he wanted to get you once more and feel your walls clamp down around him.
The multiple stimulation was working its magic and as Loki’s delicate touch continued you began to feel that warmth in your core once more. Your hips began to to buck again indicating to your lover that his job was almost complete. His lips were close to your ear now, his warm breath wafting down the side of your neck covered in perspiration.
“Come for me,” his low whispered groan hit your ears and sent a shiver down your spine. “Release me with your body alone, while I am still generous enough to allow it.”
You licked your dry lips. “Close,” you moaned.
“Who do you belong, pet?” he pushed you. “Who gives you all you need?”
“You do,” you cried out, the pleasure almost at its peak.
“Say my name,” he growled each word slowly.
“Loki, my love,” you panted.
Your thighs were burning, but you barely noticed as you waited to crash over the edge. “Again,” you heard him demand. “Say my name, scream it as you come.”
A few more strokes from Loki’s fingers and deep thrusts from his cock and you were spilling over the edge, shaking against his chest as your orgasm rocketed through you in intense waves of ecstasy.
“LOKI,” you yelled out. “I only belong to Loki.”
That was it, that was all he needed and as you screamed out his name, your walls fluttering around his phallus, he came with a roar as all the pent up desire he had stored since the day you left him was finally released in a rush of hot, sticky fluid between your legs. Loki buried his face in your shoulder blade as he writhed against your back, the intensity of his orgasm almost shaking him apart.
You stayed connect as one being for quite a while, riding out your orgasms together in synchronicity, not wanting to part from one another just yet. Loki placed feathery kisses against your shoulder as you steadied your breathing, exhausted but finally satisfied.
“Never,” you repeated back to him. “Never.”
“Do not ever leave me again,” he ordered sternly.
Poor Mobius is so sick with the flu. 🥺 How do you think Loki is going to be at bedside manner?? 😅 I just finished part 7 of my Lokius comic and it is up on my Patreon to read for $2 a month! 💚 Link in my bio 🧡
Kinktober #3- Ice Play
So... Today's Kinktober entry is a little fluffy. I'd call it smut with heart. 💗
You really want to try ice play with Loki, but when you bring it up, he shuts you down fast. Your feelings are hurt, but Loki apologizes and makes it up to you. Loki decides that ice play with you isn't so bad after all.
Warnings- NSFW, MINORS DNI, ice play (obv), oral sex (male rec), Jotunn Loki 🥶
“What would happen if I ran this ice cube over your skin?” You asked, curious to see Loki's reaction.
“Nothing,” he replied, quickly looking away from you.
You were aware that Loki hadn't made peace with his heritage, but you thought he felt comfortable around you in his true form. Perhaps you were wrong.
“Nothing? Nothing at all?”
“That's what I said, yes.”
His tone was sharp and bitter, and it made your heart ache. You took two steps toward him and cupped his cheek.
“Sweetheart, I was only curious. I happen to enjoy a bit of –ice play–” You whispered the words, “You know, in bed.”
Loki's eyebrows shot up, and he shook his head.
“No. That's one thing I will not do.”
“But if nothing happens when–”
Loki cut you off with an eye roll, but it seemed to be directed inward.
“I lied. Of course something happens. I can't even eat ice cream in public, y/n.”
“You don't even like ice cream! Oh…Oh. Wait. You do, don't you, love?” You asked, your heart breaking into a million pieces.
Loki closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Of course I do. I love ice cream. Who doesn't? But when you turn into a monster every time you try to eat the stuff, you can't possibly enjoy it!”
You sighed. Your heart suddenly felt so heavy, and your eyes filled with tears.
“You're not a monster. I'm sorry I brought it up.”
Later that day, Loki began to feel guilty about the way he had spoken to you. It wasn't your fault that he still couldn't accept who he really was. In fact, you were the only person who had ever truly accepted and appreciated him the way he was. So he decided he needed to make it up to you.
You'd been hiding from him all day, and he found you curled up in one of his favorite chairs reading a book.
“Darling, I– I'm sorry. I know I hurt you earlier, and I didn't mean to,” he whispered.
You blinked up at him, willing yourself not to cry.
“Loki… I'm not one of those people who just wants to see you turn blue,” You choked out, your throat burning from holding back a sob.
“I love you. Every part of you. And I know you'll never feel comfortable with me in your natural form, but I just want you to trust me when I say that I'm not trying to- to- exploit you.”
You were rambling, tears streaming down your cheeks, and Loki was completely taken aback. He'd had no idea how his callous tone would affect you. His chest felt extremely tight and he blinked back his own emotions as he bent down to scoop you into his arms.
He gently swiped your cheek with his thumb, and tucked a wily hair behind your ear.
“My love, I— I never thought you were just one of the multitudes who only wanted to gawk at me,” Loki whispered.
“This is all my fault. Y/N, I trust you with all of my being. I just…haven't ever truly learned to accept myself. But I want to make this up to you.”
You shook your head, unable to answer. You didn't need him to make anything up to you.
“No, I want to, love,” he winked, holding up an ice bucket.
“Loki…are you sure? We don't have to do this.”
You were nervous after the events from earlier, and you didn't want to make your lover feel other. He was so beautiful, laying on his back with his hair spilling onto his pillow.
Loki reached for your hand and squeezed it gently.
“I'm sure. Please…”
You took one piece of ice from the bucket with shaking hands and looked at Loki once more. He nodded and smiled, telling you it was okay to proceed.
As you touched the melting cube to his chest, sliding slowly down towards his stomach, you watched in fascination as his skin began to change. You could see the path of the ice marked in his skin, and it was lovely.
Loki sucked in through his teeth as you slid another piece along the taut muscles in his stomach. Eventually, most of his chest and stomach were blue, and he was beginning to change in other areas as well.
“You're so– so lovely,” You whispered, bending down to press feather light kisses along the lines that had appeared in his skin.
Loki’s breath hitched, and he let out a low moan.
“Is that okay, love?” You asked, suddenly worried.
Loki nodded, his eyes beginning to glow.
“Gods yes,” he growled.
You smiled and took another cube from the bucket, holding it between your lips. You dragged the cube along his hip with your mouth, and when it melted, you kissed your way to his impressive erection. Pausing for a moment to listen to Loki's ragged breathing, you slowly took him into your mouth, circling your tongue around the tip of his cock.
“Ohh fuuuck kitten—” Loki moaned.
His hand came down to tangle in your hair, and he resisted the urge to buck his hips.
He tasted so good. You brought your hand up to wrap around the base of his cock. There was no way you could get all of him into your mouth, so you had to improvise. You curled your tongue around him as you moved up and down his thick shaft. Your free hand cupped his balls, and Loki groaned loudly.
“If you– oh God– don't want me to- to- cum right now, you -oh fuck- need to slow down,” Loki gasped.
You wanted him inside you, but you really wanted to taste his cum like this. You sucked him deep into your mouth, humming around his leaking member.
Deeper, faster, you pulled him into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat over and over again.
“Kitten – I'm– I'm going to –”
You felt his body go rigid just before he growled your name and his cum shot into your mouth in thick spurts. You swallowed greedily, licking him gently to clean up any that you missed.
“Y/N… That was… no one has ever… like this. It was incredible,” he whispered, still breathless.
“I feel honored,” You smiled softly at his awkward confession.
Loki could see that you were being completely sincere, and it made his heart swell with love for you.
Taking your hand, he pulled you toward him.
“I believe it's my turn.”
His voice was so dark and promising, you shuddered.
Loki patted the bed next to him.
“On your back, kitten.”
Someone great 💚P13💚
Loki x Divorced! Female Reader
For the rest of the night, you kept noticing Bucky looking at you strangely and you wondered whether you was just being paranoid considering he could have potentially heard your very steamy phone call with Loki. You began to worry, wondering whether he heard Lokis voice, if he knew. You felt ridiculous for even caring about his feelings considered how he had betrayed you in the past but you always hated lowering your standards to others despite how low theirs were compared to yours. Bucky eventually called it a night, putting Olivia to bed, wishing you a goodnight after he did so. You found yourself wanting to call Loki again but glancing at the time, you decided not to.
The following morning was your last morning at the Barnes’s and what a weekend it had been. You felt almost sad that you’d have to return home where you’d not have your meals prepared for you, where you’d not have Bucky parenting Olivia with you. The one thing you were looking forward too was seeing Loki face to face again. Regardless of the fact that it had only really been a few days, you had missed him. His real voice. His real smile. His real touch. You were aching to see him. You smiled to yourself at the thought of being reunited with him only to look up to see Bucky looking at you. You cleared your throat, narrowing your gaze slightly before he looked away, focusing on Alexis who had just walked into the room. Strangely enough, you offered her a smile, a smile she returned. Once she reached Bucky, she pecked him on the cheek before sitting and again, you felt nothing. This weekend was a trial and you had ended it the victor. All you could think about was the feeling of Lokis lips against your cheek as he fucked you slowly, sensually, it was a thought that was wildly inappropriate for the breakfast table.
You finished packing your things before helping Olivia do the same. She said bye to her grandparents whilst Bucky loaded the car with the addition of Alexis’s bags which were apparently also travelling with you three as well as boobs herself who you thought of referring to by a different name but still found that to be the most fitting, all things considered. You said bye to George and Winnifred too, Winnifred whispering in your ear about how much she still preferred you. You laughed, pulling back as you gave her a knowing smile before heading towards the car. You strapped Olivia in before closing the door and opening the door to the other side before Alexis interrupted you.
“You can sit in the front if you’d like.” She offered.
“I’m fine here thanks.” You answered, sitting next to Olivia and wishing you had driven yourself. Yes you were over Bucky and didn’t care about his and Alexis’ public displays of affection but it didn’t mean you had to see it every second, although, it was a little strange when Bucky didn’t reciprocate her subtle touches.
Within the first half an hour, Liv was asleep of course, hand wrapped around Mr Giraffes neck before you removed it, holding him in your own hand before she could drop him. Looking at the long necked plushie, you thought about the one Loki had bought for her, the one that was too large to be carried around everywhere. That was kind, something he didn’t have to do and definitely something you’d look for in a man if you were potentially looking for another relationship. Eventually, you rested your forehead on the window glass, allowing your eyes to fall closed before you too fell asleep.
You were woken up by Bucky nudging your shoulder lightly causing your eyes to fly open as you almost jumped out of the car causing Bucky to flinch.
“Damn, what is it with moms and them waking up?” He huffed.
“Its just what we do.” You laughed, stretching as Bucky made his way towards the other side, helping Olivia out of the car.
“Could I use your bathroom please?” Alexis asked.
“Sure.” You nodded before she too got out of the car. You all headed towards your front door, Bucky holding your bags as you got your key out and unlocked it. Alexis had been to your house before so you just gestured her upstairs before she excused herself.
“Want me to take these up?” Bucky offered.
“I can manage.” You answered before he placed the bags down.
“Y/n.” He then started, eyes meeting yours.
“Yeah?” You prompted, waiting for him to speak as his expression changed into an unrecognisable one again, almost questioning. “Yes?”
“Are you seeing someone?“ he blurted.
That was definitely none of his business and nothing he should have had any qualms over considering his adultery which lead to the ending of your marriage and the fact that his new perky girlfriend was currently in your bathroom.
“No.” You lied. You couldn’t find it in your heart to tell him that you were in fact seeing someone, his close friend, plus, you were a little confused when it came to you and Lokis status at the moment. “And if I was?” You dared, Bucky seemingly lost for words. He opened his mouth to speak before Alexis walked back down the stairs.
“You ready?” He asked her as she walked towards him.
“Yeah.” She smiled before saying bye to Olivia. Bucky’s eyes met yours again, his brow slightly knitted. “It was nice seeing you y/n.” Alexis grinned, wishing you a farewell.
“I’ll meet you in the car.” Bucky said to her before she took his car keys and left. Picking up Olivia, Bucky kissed her cheek. “Goodbye sweetheart, daddy loves you.”
“Bye daddy.” She replied as he put her down.
Turning to you, Bucky began to speak.
“I mean if you were—”
“Goodbye Bucky.” You interrupted him.
“See ya.” He then spoke, letting his desired words die on his lips as he pecked your cheek before leaving. Once the door closed, you released a breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. Of all the men in the world, why Loki. Even though it was basically just casual sex, why did it have to be with someone you shared a past with, someone Bucky knew personally, and why did it have to feel so good? You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. You sighed, you had to admit that this was a little bit of a mess. Bucky had moved on, you had too and yet you felt like you hadn’t, like you couldn’t.
Pushing your personal worries to the back of your mind, you unpacked the bags, washed Olivia’s clothes, changed her bedding, made dinner for you both and read her a story before bed. It was only at around 9PM that you had a moment to yourself to reply to the text Loki had sent you earlier asking you to call him once you were free. Free, you poured yourself a glass of wine before settling against the couch and calling Loki, a call he didn’t answer. You felt a little disheartened, annoyed even that he didn’t answer before reminding yourself that he technically had no obligation to you. This however didn’t stop you from embarrassingly answering on the first ring when he called you back.
You spoke for a while, Loki telling you about work before you planned to meet tomorrow. Pepper was picking the children up from school and taking them back to her place meaning you had a bit of free time to mess around with the handsome secret. The conversation eventually turned a little steamier, switching to a FaceTime call before you heard little footsteps on the stairs. Panicked, you hung up the phone before making your way to Olivia.
“What’s the matter babygirl?” You asked as she rubbed her eye with the back of her hand.
“My belly hurts.” She replied, placing her hand against it.
“Aww baby” you cooed, picking her up “wanna sleep in mummy’s bed tonight?”
“Yess.” She smiled as you carried her towards it before laying her down.
“I’ll go get you a glass of water okay.”
You left the room, heading back downstairs before picking your phone up and messaging Loki.
Y/N: See you tomorrow hot stuff x
You made your way towards the kitchen, getting a glass of water before Loki replied.
Loki💚: Hot stuff? Surely I’m sexy stuff 😉
You grabbed the water, going back upstairs as you laughed at the message.
“Here you go sweets.” You spoke, handing Olivia the glass she took a sip of before asking you to put it down. You did so, rubbing her stomach until she fell asleep.
Y/N: See you tomorrow, sexy stuff x
Fucking cockblock Bucky and his cockblock daughter 🤬
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Hey everyone!!!!! I hope you all had a good weekend!!! I work retail so....hahaha
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Heyyy sorry to be annoying but I just read your old post about missing some requests and idk if you still have mine about Loki confessing to reader on the ship leaving asgard after the explosion in Ragnarok. (Please read this in the nicest way possible I really don't want to sound bitchy) 🤍
Oh not at all, good thing you saw this because I actually can’t find the other one
Sorry though I kinda made them both confess 😀
Because I love you
You sighed waving a goodnight at the Asgardian children running to bed. Everyone was running on adrenaline and a few hours of sleep since the explosion.
Your eyes burned and you desperately wanted something strong to keep you up just a couple of more hours, Thor might be king now but goodness he needed all the help he could get.
"Doing late up checkups again?" Loki’s voice caught your attention, he leaned on the entrance frame with his usual smirk.
"I’m one of the few healers here remember?"
"Of course, it’s impossible to forget your golden hands" you rolled your eyes giggling at his poor attempt to make you lighten up.
Loki wasn’t that better looking himself, his hair look more greasy than usual and his skin desperately needed to face some sunshine to gain some color back because you’re starting to see the dark circles under his eyes clearer.
"Care for a stroll?" he extended his hand to you invitingly, you debated within yourself for few long seconds but finally gave in and took his hand.
His hand felt cool against your warm one which made you tighten your grip on his hand.
The ship had a mix of voices, some coming from sleeping rooms and others the kitchens whole the rest were desperately trying to busy themselves with something in order to pass time.
"Did you get any sleep recently?" You asked.
"As much as you did" which translated to none.
You sighed running your free hand through your messy hair then looking up at him with tired eyes.
"You should rest, it’s not good for you"
"Only if you sleep with me" he chuckled. You blinked at him before leaning your head on his arm "Sure, let’s go to bed" rubbing your eyes.
Loki stopped in his tracks, he looked down at you with big green hopeful eyes "would you now?" He said.
You nodded your head "of course, I mean I would say no to anyone else who suggest it but it’s you" you let go of his hand and walked up a few steps to the front before turning around to face him.
"And before you ask why, it’s because I" you smiled biting your bottom lip "because I love you."
Loki opened his mouth then closed it, watching you closely as his feet carried him closer to you. Warping his arms around your waist and leaning down.
"May I?" He said.
"You may" you replied.
His soft lips touched yours and things just for a minute felt right, the lack of sleep wasn’t bothering you as much and your body didn’t feel as restless.
"Are you sure?" He broke the kiss.
"I’ve never been more sure in my life." then he kissed you again. This one lingered a bit longer than the first and you didn’t want to let go.
"I don’t think I’ve loved anyone the way I love you before" he said. The flesh on your cheeks warmed up and at that you hid your face against his chest.
"Such a romantic, aren’t you?"
Loki smiled lazily at you "that’s nothing my dear, I can make you melt if I want to"
You tilted your head with a mischievous gleam from your eye "oh I’ll like to see that but…I’ll settle for some good sleep at the moment"
"That. I have no disagreement on."
Loki should have been in Infinity War and Endgame! He should NOT have died in the first five minutes!
— Marvel scenes that make me feral