This is so random but I had a dream about strip poker and just imagine playing that w/ Loki....I am weak
GIRL. I wish Loki was in my dreams more often. Anyway, this inspired me and here we are 5,000 words later....so sorry it took me so long to respond. school has been insane. emeraldiis, I hope this fic makes you feel a bit better. :)))
Playing His Hand (Loki x. f. reader)
Any readers that know the rules to poker, full disclosure this is a disgrace. I have never played poker in my life. I am truly sorry. I watched like five YouTube videos about how to play it and I tried my best. Hopefully the smut makes up for it. XD
Tease: “Do you want me to keep it inside you all night?” Loki growled into the crook of your neck. “I am a god, my darling, my lust knows no limits.”
Predictability is rare when you’re an Avenger. Not even Christmas is a guarantee. Aliens don’t exactly observe Christian holidays.
Except one thing.
Tuesdays were game night. If the end of the world fell on a Tuesday, you could bet your ass that the Avengers would work twice as hard to make sure the dust had settled by 9 pm.
It was terribly inconvenient, because Natasha liked to pour the drinks strong and you nearly always had an 8 a.m. meeting on Wednesdays. Unlike your superhero colleagues, you had a desk job, overseen by Tony Stark himself. It paid well, but the work was much less glamorous. Pantsuits instead of Asgardian leather. But Tuesdays, those you looked forward to every single week. The Wednesday hangovers were entirely worth it.
The absurdity of your position blew your mind every week as the completely clear doors of the Stark elevators took you up from your office instead of down. The fact that by a lucky accident, you’d earned yourself a guaranteed weekly invite to an intimate gathering with the only group of vigilantes endorsed by the United States government.
You groaned a little when you got that announcement in your text messages this morning that the game for tonight was poker. You’d played it probably a total of three times in your life, and knew that your dismal skills meant you’d be taking many more tequila shots than you wanted to tonight.
“Oh, my god, it’s my favorite accountant,” said Tony as you swept in through the doors of his penthouse. His cashmere sweater was soft as he swung his arm around you and placed a fizzing cocktail in your hand.
“Tony, I’m in PR,” you replied without a hitch. This was a weekly bit.
“Sure, whatever,” he replied with a wink. “Drink, sweetheart, you’re behind.”
You rolled your eyes but obeyed, downing the vodka soda and motioning with the empty glass for another. Tony set to work making you another at once and you followed him, leaning against the expanse of marble he called a bar.
“Sleeping your way to the top, darling?” a silky drawl said from behind your shoulder.
You snorted as you turned to meet the voice that could only belong to one man. “Excuse me?”
“If I’m not mistaken, that badge says level 34,” the prince said, motioning to your elevator keycard. “I don’t think corporate positions start until level 60. So, forgive me darling, who are you fucking to be here?”
“You wish it was you, don’t you?” you said coolly without a beat, shooting the rest of your second drink as you met his gaze, fearless. “Fuck off, Loki.”
“Oooh hoo hoo…” he whistled from where he leaned on the bar. “Who is it? Really, darling, you can tell me. Is it Stark?” he whispered the last part in an exaggerated fashion. The scorn on your face only seemed to egg him on. “Really, darling, I admire your ambition. Fucking a billionaire is honestly up to my level.”
“Are you sure you want another one?” he continued, watching you flag Tony down for a third drink. “You don’t want to get sloppy in front of the big boss…or do you do that regularly on his-”
“Loki…” you sighed, a peeved grin on your face as you suppressed the rage simmering below the surface. “Hasn’t anyone told you that negging stopped working about a decade ago?”
“No, no, I don’t believe they have. And darling, I think you’ll find it still works wonderfully.”
You begrudgingly knew he wasn’t lying. He was wickedly, cruelly, immorally handsome. Who wouldn’t put up with a little bullying to lay that?
“I think it’s more because women are statistically attracted to broken men,” you replied serenely, the alcohol beginning to make your chest buzz and your blood bolder. “They think they can fix you.”
You saw his eyebrows raise and knew you’d peaked his interest.
“Do you think I need fixing, darling?” Loki mused.
“The whole world watched the consequences of your daddy issues nearly destroy this city live on live TV not that long ago, Loki,” you said, your fingers beating his to his glass, downing the rest of his drink as he watched. You returned the empty glass to him and smiled.
The slight quiver in his upper lip was the only sign he gave that you touched a nerve.
“Like I could have possibly forgotten,” was all Loki grumbled in response, reaching one of his long arms down below the bar and grabbing an entire bottle of whiskey, which he now, you supposed, claimed for himself. You smirked at him.
From the moment your fingers reached for his glass, the foundations were laid. Loki knew what he wanted, and he was drawing the blueprints in his mind.
Loki would never voice these thoughts, but your wit and utter fearlessness of him was making you something he craved beyond belief. You were a challenge to conquer, a prize to covet above all the other possible lovers who caved at his first insult.
When Tony called everyone into the game room, Loki put his hand on the back of your elbow in a kind of possessive courtesy, and you let him, muttering a pre-game insult to only you in such a silky voice that the insult felt like a proposition.
You sat next to him at the table he led you to, not exactly having a say in the matter. Two of Tony’s various men in suits were your other opponents, and you saw their eyes widen in terror as Loki approached. He obviously hadn’t extended an olive branch any further than necessary.
Cards were dealt and another vodka soda was placed in your hand. Loki flashed his green eyes at you, his knee bumping your thigh a few too many times to be accidental. The hours seemed to flick by, your chest growing more flushed under your tight work blouse and the cash in your wallet dwindling.
“Ooh,” Loki hissed between his teeth as you revealed your fourth losing hand in a row.
“Fucking hell,” you groaned.
“Right,” Loki said as he reached for the deck at the beginning of a new round. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his fingers as he worked, long and pale and beautiful. They bent the cards in a perfect arc, letting them fan together once again as he reshuffled. Your eyes glazed over, imagining those fingers sliding into your mouth, coating them with your own saliva as he watched you. How would those wet fingers feel as they circled your nipple, the cool wetness making goosebumps erupt on its delicate skin? And would he gently bite your neck, maybe, -
“Ahem,” Loki coughed. “Did you hear me?”
You jumped a little as you returned to your own body. The man you’d been mind-fucking was trying to get your attention.
“Ha, sorry, what?” you murmured, blinking quickly a few times in his direction to emphasize you didn’t really know what came over you. Still, the corner of his mouth quirked, a display that made your mind feel completely transparent.
“I said, I have a way to make this much more exciting,” his eyes flashed at you. “Would you like to hear it, or have you incapacitated yourself with drink?”
“Hit me,” you replied, and then you snorted. “No pun intended.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “That’s blackjack,” he corrected.
This made you laugh harder.
“How the fuck do you know so much about Midgardian casino games?”
“Darling,” Loki sighed, mock exasperation in his voice. “I’m a thousand years old.”
You stuck your tongue out in an oo look at me face, which made the other two men in suits chortle. Loki huffed as he nimbly fanned cards out to the four of you.
“Right. From now on we bet on clothing.”
The other two gentlemen laughed uncomfortably.
“Strip poker?” you asked deadpanned. “That’s your grand idea?”
“Would you rather continue to lose your paycheck?” he quipped, smirking at you.
“If you think he’s joking, he’s not,” you addressed the two men in suits of whom you hadn’t bothered to learn their names. “He’s a narcissistic, power-hungry god and he’ll probably also make your balls shrivel up if you lose,” you raised an eyebrow at them for extra menace. With a nervous glance at Loki, the two men removed themselves from the table, muttering vague excuses of girlfriends they had to get home to.
Loki tsked, his shoulders deflating exaggeratedly as he looked back at your mischievous smile. “I was having fun with those oafs and you’ve gone and scared them off.”
“You’re unbelievable,” you retorted, but with a smile.
“Darling, you’ll find the depths of my depravity are limitless,” he said smoothly. “Now, winner of the round gets to choose the item of clothing and remove it themselves. Any way they want.” He snapped his fingers, sending a few golden sparks that fizzled where they landed on the green felt. “Fingers. Teeth. Magic. Whatever. Deal?”
You raised your eyebrows at him.
“This seems unfair…” you said skeptically.
“Indeed,” Loki said. “But you don’t seem like the kind of girl to back down from a challenge.”
You shot a nervous glance around the room. It was now past midnight, and the room had emptied out significantly. You and Loki were the only ones still playing, the rest of the stragglers sprawled out on couches, smoking or sleeping. Maybe it was the absence of your boss that made you say yes. Or the sheer amount that you’d had to drink. Or, perhaps, you admitted begrudgingly to yourself, it was the prospect of seeing the wickedly handsome man in front of you naked.
“Fine,” you said, sighing as you put your work blazer back on as an extra layer. “Let’s go.”
“Atta girl,” Loki said, the wholly American phrase landing strangely in his sultry accent. “Ladies first.”
“Shirt, I guess,” you motioned to the green silk shirt Loki was wearing, the top three buttons opened to expose inches of his porcelain chest. It was slutty, really.
“Hmm,” he mused, pulling the first three cards off the deck. So far, all you could make was a pair with the cards on the table. Not a very powerful hand. Still, you kept your face straight, trying your hardest to not think about sucking on Loki’s fingers.
“Call,” you said confidently, nodding at your opponent to continue.
“I see your shirt and raise your pants,” Loki said in a casual tone as he flipped over the next card, though you could have sworn his eyes flashed red.
“Someone’s confident,” you mused. The three of diamonds helped, and you could now make a straight with the cards in your hand.
“I call,” you said boldly, deciding to gamble that Loki’s hand was weaker than yours. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he peered at you over his cards.
You both held the bet, and the last card was flipped. Without your shirt and skirt, you would be in nothing but your bra and underwear.
“Right, darling, on three…”
Your hands were revealed. And Loki had a jack, a ten, a king, a queen, and an ace.
You slapped your cards down with a curse as you realized your fate.
“Oh, I’m sorry, love,” Loki purred.
“No you’re not,” you scoffed, blushing at what was about to happen.
“You’re right, I’m not,” Loki said with soft delight. “Come here.”
You felt yourself rise, obeying the gentle command, his seductive voice making the air feel thick. He turned his body to greet you, the expanse of thighs spreading in his chair and your mouth watered, imagining what lay beneath. He positioned you between his knees, his deft fingers skimming the silk of your blouse and his eyes feasting on the way your hair lay perfectly haphazard on your breasts. His stare was a ferocious yearning, so intense that after a long moment you cleared your throat.
“N-not going to snap your fingers this time?” you hated yourself for the shakiness in your voice, a telltale sign that he was getting to you. Lord, he was getting to you.
“No, no,” Loki crooned, as you felt his fingers run the curve of your hips in your pencil skirt. “Undressing a creature like you in such a casual manner would be…uncivilized.”
Your breath whooshed out all at once, your heartbeat rising in your chest and in between your thighs.
Loki started by spinning you around, his grip scanning your curves until he found the zipper of your skirt. He pulled, slowly, his other hand caressing your hip bone. You felt dirty and exhilarated all at once. Tony could walk in at any moment. What would he think to see his friend, let alone trusted employee, whoring herself out to the guy who almost destroyed New York?
You didn’t care. The prospect of humiliation made goosebumps erupt down your arms, a thrill that you couldn’t help but chase.
Your skirt finally fell around your ankles. Loki, surprisingly restrained at the sight of your ass in an intricate lacy thong, spun you around again and worked on your blouse buttons. You noticed how he licked his lips as it fell open, your breasts perched with a slight sheen in the dim glow.
He sucked in a breath as his hands rested on the curve of your waist for a beat. Your eyes met his, the want in your aching core mirrored in his deep green eyes. Neither of you said anything. His fingers trailed slowly down the soft skin of your stomach, tickling in a way that made your skin jump. Then he was dealing another round.
“I want that lovely bra,” Loki announced his initial bet, smiling wickedly and flipping over the first card.
You quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Pants,” you raised him, looking first at your cards. You held a five and a six of diamonds, and your only hope was that the next card was a seven.
“Tough luck, my darling,” Loki purred when your hopes were dashed. He snapped his fingers expectantly, making a little beckoning motion with his hand that drew you between his knees once again. This time, he pulled you down to rest on one of his large thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare back. Two fingers unclasped the lacy cloth of your bra, letting your breasts tumble into the warm lamplight.
You were surprised that being this exposed in a public setting didn’t make you feel shy at all. His eyes felt like spotlights that made the rest of the room fade into the background.
“This completely counts as workplace harassment,” you said without meaning it as you rose to return to your seat.
“No, no, sit,” Loki murmured, his voice as far away as Asgard as he pulled you back down onto his lap. He wasn’t making any effort to conceal his arousal anymore. Your eyes scanned the outline of his semi-hard length pressed against his thigh, a glimmering sensation forming in your lower belly.
“Your room,” you murmured, having to tear your eyes away from his cock as you clutched your cards close to your bare chest..
“That’s not an item of clothing, darling,” he said, low and hoarse. Loki’s eyes looked like they were starving.
“No, it’s a proposition,” you replied, which earned you a silent nod and a smile as he stared at his cards. “I’d rather be fucked like a lady than bent over a gameroom poker table.”
Loki had to readjust where you perched on his thigh, tossing a quick glance over his shoulder before he shifted his straining cock to lie a bit more comfortably down his trouser leg.
“My lady, I didn’t know that was your idea of the endgame,” Loki said, feigning innocence that made you laugh out loud.
“Bullshit. You knew exactly where this would end up,” you said scornfully.
“Truly, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I call,” he said, raising his eyebrows expectantly as he smirked.
You stretched, your breasts inches from his lips.
“I fold,” you said, sounding purposefully bored, tossing your cards on the table and leaning back so the expanse of your bare breasts were made all the more prominent.
“Conjure me a robe and you can take my panties off with your teeth,” you said slyly. “That was an option, after all.”
“That’s highly unnecessary,” Loki was whispering, barely audible, and then he was moving closer to you, closing the expanse between your lips that was far too wide.
“I win,” he mumbled, and then the world dissolved, no, wait, it actually was dissolving. His tongue licked into your mouth and the two of you were momentarily sucked into some sort of black void that disappeared as soon as it came. Your chair was gone, and you found yourself perched on a tall wooden dresser in what you supposed was Loki’s quarters. The wood was cool on your bare skin. He was pulling you closer to him by the hips, his fingers digging into the plump flesh greedily to feel your heat against his crotch.
The arousal that had been building for over an hour was crashing down upon the two of you. Loki assaulted your mouth with his, the bitter taste of whiskey on his tongue making you moan with every stinging kiss. His scent filled your nostrils as your fingers tangled in his slicked hair, a smoky-sweetness that mingled with expensive aftershave. His hands were everywhere. Stroking your thighs, squeezing your breasts, wrapping around the back of your neck to kiss you deeper. You wanted to bury your face in his chest and live there. But first, you needed him to fuck you.
“L-Loki, I need you to fuck me,” you groaned as soon as your muddled mind produced the thought. Your fingers reached for his trousers, undoing the button quickly and shoving them down so they fell around his ankles.
“No warm-up, princess?” he purred, sucking a bruise onto your neck that made your head fall back in ecstasy.
The pet name made your cunt throb and Loki murmured in approval, feeling the way your body arched down into the wood, trying to gain some friction.
“Babygirl…” the prince tried again as he stroked one gentle finger over your clit through your soaked panties, testing your response. He was just as pleased with the result as you panted harder, your core contracting and your hips bucking towards him involuntarily. “Oh, you like when I call you names, don’t you, shh…” he placed a finger over your lips to stifle a whimper that escaped as he teased your clit some more.
“All this buildup was not necessary,” you panted into his mouth as he consumed your tongue again. “Ah- If you wanted to fuck me you could have just asked.”
“Darling - oh - I can’t resist the thrill of a chase…gods” Loki’s breath hitched as you palmed his cock greedily, trying to tug it free of his boxers. He flicked a lazy finger behind your back and they disappeared, leaving his shining tip standing in tantalizing attention in the dim lamplight.
“Besides…You’re lying…” he moaned as your hand began to pump his length. “You love to be teased. I could hear your heartbeat from the moment I suggested the game - mm-ffuck - isn’t that right babygirl?”
“No…not true…” you groaned, but you were laughing, because it was. The laugh he returned as he caressed your neck took your breath away, an instant of tenderness within this burning lust.
“I don’t know what to do with myself…” he murmured, colliding your tongues once again. “You enrapture me with your words and your wit, and now your body, my lady, it’s far too much…” he took your bottom lip between his teeth and drew back, nipping and pulling just enough to make you exhale into him.
Your eyelids fluttered open when you felt him looking at you again, his green eyes gentler here in the safety of his bedroom.
“Dazzle me with your silver tongue in the morning, Loki, but right now…” you tightened your grip on his cock to make him draw in a sharp breath. “I need you so far inside me that I shatter the mirrors with my screams.”
He made a husky noise in the back of his throat, responding to your request with his hips instead of words. Your panties disappeared in a glimmer of light, in the same movement that his hands were spreading your thighs wide as they could go at the edge of the wooden dresser.
He dragged his hand up your folds, taking the slick that came with it and pumping his length a few times, preparing himself to slide into your entrance.
Then, Loki stopped, grunting in frustration. He’d changed his mind.
Without a word to you, he grabbed both of your calves, swinging your legs over his shoulders and lifting your ass as if you weighed no more than a bag of groceries.
He crossed the room with purpose, backing you into the wall and suspending you there with the full weight of his body.
“The only thing I want you to feel is my cock,” he growled, releasing one hand from your thigh and dragging the head of his cock up and down your dripping entrance. The other arm braced him against the wall above your head. “From now on, I want the only thing you know to be me, my body, my tongue, my cock, my seed.”
“Loki, oh my god,” you cried out, whimpering his name as he licked and kissed your neck again and again, hungrily, like he wanted to taste every inch of your body. His tongue felt like ice and fire at the same time.
“My sweet girl, my enchantress, fuck, how you deserve to be worshiped. Let me show you the extent to which mortal men have failed you. Would you like that?”
In that moment, you understood why entire planets fell at his feet.
“Please…” was your cry for the teasing to end, and he obeyed. He slowly pressed his head into your tight entrance, spreading you open as he pinned you against the wall.
“Ohhh…fuck…” you both groaned in unison, breathing the same breath as your body opened slowly for him. Every inch that he sunk in deeper was a new wave of pleasure splitting you in half, his name the only thing on your lips besides his tongue.
You gasped as the last few inches slipped inside, feeling your stomach bulge where his full length sat inside you. His mouth had fallen open in an O from your tightness, but he resisted thrusting into your warmth so you could adjust to him.
“Y-y-you’re so fucking deep,” you stuttered, your speaking skills failing you in your lust.
“Yeah?” he purred, drawing his hips back achingly slow and pushing forward in a small, teasing thrust. He pressed a hand to your lower stomach where his tip was buried deep as it could go. “Do you feel me right there?” he goaded, licking your bottom lip with his tongue.
“God, y-yes, I feel you, oh, fuck,” you moaned, the increase in pressure from his palm making the full sensation even more intense.
With another grunt, Loki thrusted again. The sound your cunt made around his cock was wet, the results of hours of pent-up teasing gushing from your entrance as he teased. “Mhm, you’re such a good girl, taking all of it for me.”
“F-feels mmfsosogood…” was your nearly incoherent moan as your mouth searched for his.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, babygirl,” Loki panted, still thrusting painfully slow. The ridge of his head was sliding delicately over your g-spot, drawing little moans from your lips with every rock of his hips.
You could only whimper and pull his face closer to yours, wanting every hole of yours to be filled by him. Your tongues tangled together in a moaning mess as Loki pulled himself all the way out, plunging into your cunt again in a sharp thrust, an mmph escaping his lips. You didn’t care that your head crashed against the drywall; you couldn’t feel it anyway. All you knew was Loki’s cock splitting you in half, filling you to the brim until you felt like you’d burst. Your vision went white far too quickly.
“Oh, fuu-uuck, coming already, darling?” Loki’s words chastised you for coming so fast, but his voice was hitching from the rhythmic pulses of your cunt that were squeezing his cock in quick succession. “So greedy,”
This climax came fast and fleeting, almost lazy. Your chest was heaving, your core still tight as it reeled from the punishing assault of Loki’s cock. You whimpered with impatience, needing something better.
“Please, more,” you panted, your nails clawing at his back, willing him deeper.
“Begging looks good on you. My own personal fucktoy,” he mused, unholy words that dripped with lust off his tongue as he impaled you again and again.
“Yes, yes -ah- I am, fucking shit,” you said, your voice hoarse.
His free hand found its way to your throbbing clit and began to massage it with his thumb. This pleasure was sharper, and in combination with his cock wedged inside of you, you felt like you’d explode. You felt your walls begin to tighten again and you screamed his name.
Loki was relentless. He took your screams for what they were; pleading for more. He didn’t even give you the chance to catch your breath from your first orgasm before his cock was pummeling you again. Your first orgasm had left you tighter, your muscles still tense from the pleasure he’d elicited. His thrusts felt fresh and raw against your still-reeling core. Loki’s body responded, pounding into you with a new ferocity you hadn’t felt before.
“Good girl,” Loki said, his voice a snarl, his teeth catching one of your nipples as it bounced in time with his thrusts.
“Do you want me to keep it inside you all night?” Loki growled into the crook of your neck. “I am a god, my darling, my lust knows no limits. I’ll keep you full all night with my cock, princess, do you want that?” There was a feral edge to his voice, a trace of the villain he used to be.
“Oh, Loki…” your cunt was tightening again from the idea of his cock filling you up as you slept, and the fullness you would feel when you awoke the next morning. You were his to use, to keep his massive cock warm, a vessel to carry his pleasure in until he needed you again. The idea sent you tumbling over the edge.
“Loki, oh god, fuck, I’m gonna-I’m gonna come again,” you said, feeling the familiar warmth creeping into your core as he made little maddening circles that made you see stars.
“So soon, darling?” Loki said, trying to keep his voice steady as your walls fluttered in quick succession. “That’s right babygirl, oh, I make you feel so…good…yes…ohhhh…baby…”
Loki’s words felt like a waterfall washing over you as your back arched, eyes rolling into the back of your head. With every word he uttered your cunt squeezed his cock, your orgasm flooding through you like an electric shock. His hips rolled into you gently as you writhed and panted his name, watching you intensely with hooded eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come,” he groaned. “I could fucking live in your cunt.”
“Mmm-” was all you could respond, your chest heaving as you gently came down from your peak. His hips had slowed once you began to shake, two powerful orgasms in such quick succession had taken it out of you. But you could feel his cock begging for release where it lay inside you, twitching and leaking hot precome.
“C-come inside me,” you said between pants. “Fill me up with your come, Loki, please. It’s all I’m missing.”
Loki’s eyes flashed knowingly as he captured your tongue in his mouth. His hips rocked gently once, twice, into you, easing you open once again, picking up speed as he felt you relax around him. He knew exactly what you wanted to hear.
“I’ll come deep inside you, babygirl. Let you watch it drip out around my cock and run down your thighs. Would you like that?” he purred.
“Loki…” you whined. It’s all you’d ever dreamed about. You held his face between your hands, feeling every vein in his cock stroke up and down your over-sensitive cunt. When he spoke, his voice was a feral growl.
“How badly do you want to feel it? So hot and sticky, my darling. You want to feel me explode inside of you, don’t you, my sweet girl? Ah- fuck- You want our juices to mingle together, marking you for the slut you are. Tomorrow I’ll fuck you so hard and -augh- deep and then I’ll make you walk around with my seed leaking out of you, so messy and sticky and dirty that you’ll never forget who you belong to. Your god.”
Your mouth had fallen open into an O, his thrusts sending fresh, powerful waves of pleasure through your spent core. He fucked into you as he showered you with dirty whispers, his forehead resting on yours, the dampness of it the only sign of exertion from holding you up against the wall.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Loki said, his voice almost a whine as he pulled himself nearly all the way out, plunging in again at the last second.
“-Ah- You’re gonna make me come, darling, -fuck-” Loki’s thrusts were growing sloppy and you felt his cock twitch rhythmically with his approaching release.
You nodded greedily, panting into his mouth. You shared breath and spit, sweat and slick, impossibly close to each other.
“Loki, Loki, Loki, please, Loki,” you babbled desperately, his name tumbling off your lips with every roll of his hips. “Come for me, baby, mmm…”
“AUGH–fuck,” Loki gasped with a his final thrust, his moan a high whine as his cock spilled deep within your walls. The warmth you felt from the hot ribbons of come spread as far as your fingertips, making you hum happily as Loki shuddered and shook.
“Thank you,” you whined, laying a hand over your low abdomen where his tip still spurted the last of his release deep into your core. You put a little pressure there with your palm, making him grunt as his breath came in shuddering gasps. When he was spent, he fell forward, forehead coming to rest on yours, his hands cupping the sides of your face. He stayed wedged inside of you for a few long moments, keeping his release stopped up inside of you and tasting your tongue again.
“You’re the one I should be thanking, darling,” Loki said, nuzzling your sweaty neck as he returned to Earth.
Loki reluctantly slid out of you, his cock dripping with both of your juices as he lowered you gently to stand on the floor again. His come flowed down your thighs just as he promised as he helped you get between his silken sheets.
“Let me look at you,” he said lowly, and he spread your legs, shining with his come in the dim light.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he smiled, encompassing your body with his from behind.
Your tongue was thick with exhaustion, cock-drunk and utterly spent from Loki’s pleasure.
“Next week?” you asked him in a croak as he hugged you tighter.
“Tomorrow,” Loki murmured before sleep overtook the both of you.
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What makes me really angry about the Loki show is that its not even his show. Its really just about the TVA and the multiverse and Marvel needed to get people to watch it somehow so they just slapped Loki's name on it. They took a beloved character that many people could relate to and said "nope lol he's just the fucking villain, all of his trauma isn't valid, he's the only one who needs to change" and completely changed his personality and dumbed him down. And then of course they used him being queer as a way to earn brownie points even though if you see the show at a first glance its not even noticeable and if you do look further into it you'll realize its actually misrepresentation. It makes me so fucking angry and sad to see one of my favorite characters being treated like this.
And what's kind of funny and depressing is Marvel is using the TVA to basically say "We should stop forcing people into these boxes of what we think they should be and just let them be who they really are" when that's what they're doing with Loki. Literally forcing this new personality on him and claiming its "character development" because they'd rather bait people for views and money than actually have good and consistent writing.
And also fuck Taika Waititi since he pretty much started this whole Loki character assassination project with Thor Ragnarok.
This might be the most sensual smut I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Loki x female reader (established relationship)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | When your attempt to dress up as Loki for one of Tony’s costume parties fails miserably, the trickster has his own idea of helping you fix the costume crisis...and things get heated.
𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | smut, fluff, romance
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5 k
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU’RE 18+ YEARS OLD!), unprotected sex (please be safe in real life and wear a condom!), oral (f receiving), blindfolds (but in a very soft way)
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 | I’ve fused several requests for this one because they just fit so perfectly: two requests (by @morphoportis here and @zemosimp05 here) about reader dressing up as Loki and one Sinday Celebration request with the prompt “Get back down here, we’re not done yet”; requested by @dumbhead1 .
Your eyes narrow critically as you give yourself a once-over in the mirror mounted to the wall beside your bed, eyeing your costume with a mix of disappointment and raw panic as the sun is already dipping below the skyline in front of the window, indicating the party is soon to start while you still look like this, when a knock sounds on your door.
“Come in!”, you call out, turning just in time as the door to your bedroom swings open and Loki steps inside, already opening his mouth to say something – but the words die on his tongue, making room for a gaping expression as he takes you in, stunning blue eyes travelling over every scrap of leather, ever piece of dark green fabric and bit of gold wrapped around your body, until they settle on the horns adorning your head, eyes wide as if he were trying to contemplate what he’s seeing.
The fabric of your green cape swishes around your ankles as you stretch out your arms in Loki’s signature movement and announce, “Ta-da!”
The smile slips from your face as you wait for another reaction from your boyfriend, who’s still frozen in shock at the sight of you being dressed up as him.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you say carefully, before you add, “Pun intended.”
“Is this your outfit for Stark’s costume party tonight?”, Loki inquires carefully, tilting his head as he continues to let his gaze roam over your form, his expression turning critical.
“I lost a bet with Nat,” you sigh. “Dressing up as you was her idea.”
“Well, it’s…” Loki trails off, obviously speechless for once.
“A dumb idea?”, you propose, but he’s quick to shake his head while he takes a few steps towards you. He’s clad in his Asgardian attire himself, his own cape whispering over the polished tiles of your bedroom floor with every step, his golden horns glinting in the light of your nightstand lamp.
“It’s all…is that glue?”
“It’s a costume, Loki,” you sigh, “I’m not supposed to look like an actual Asgardian.”
He snickers. “Love…what’s that?” He lets his index finger graze over the tip of one of the horns of your own makeshift helmet.
“Papier-mâché. It took me two days to make that stupid thing.” You can’t help but let the indignation creep into your voice at Loki’s dumbstruck reaction, but the sound of him trying to suppress his laughter makes you smile despite the heat of embarrassment that starts creeping up your cheeks.
Yes, the costume is not good. A cheap, formless leather dress with straps of green fabric you glued to it in what you aimed to look like an elaborate crisscrossing pattern, and where the spray-paint already peels away from the horns, you see the letters of the newspapers you’ve used to make them.
“It could have been worse,” you chime up, and Loki looks like he might burst with laughter any second when he deadpans, “It could have been better as well.”
You give him a little mock-pout, watching as he’s trying and failing to suppress his laugh as he adds, “I say that with the utmost love and respect, my darling, but – you look like a little mountain goat that’s fallen into a pot of paint.”
He glances at the tip of his index finger where some of the golden paint of your horns has rubbed off.
“What was that bet even about?”, Loki inquires with a suppressed snicker that makes his eyes spark, and you fold your arms in front of your chest.
“Doesn’t matter,” you state. “I need a new outfit, obviously. I can’t go to the party like this.”
Loki’s expression softens while he steps closer, the gravity of his gaze making it impossible for you to avert your eyes; too caught in his dazzling smile and the beauty of his regal features.
“I know that smile,” you announce, making his mischievous grin widen even more.
“It’s my planning-face,” Loki winks, and you retort, “No, it’s the let’s-have-sex-in-the-most-inappropriate-situation face. It’s the smile you have when you have an idea. So, what are you planning to do?”
“You know, we could always go and find an inappropriate situation –“
“Loki!” You rip off your papier-mâché-helmet with a frown and discard the thing on the floor where it lands with a dull, sad thud.
He chuckles, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence while he drawls, “No need to worry. I know how to fix the costume crisis.”
You cock an eyebrow, waiting for him to go on, watching him take another step closer to you, his eyes locking on yours in the mirror as you turn to give your outfit another scornful glance.
“Undress,” Loki whispers into your ear, the seductive rasp of his voice so utterly different than the mischievous glee his tone held only seconds before, and another kind of heat creeps through you when you meet his glittering blue gaze in the mirror.
“Truly? You can’t quit laughing about my futile efforts to make my costume look as cool as your outfit and now you really think you’re getting sex?,” you drawl, “Forget it.”
Loki steps even closer, the mischief in his eyes making showers of sparks explode in your chest like little fireworks that run along your nerves, and the way his focus briefly travels to your lips in the mirror makes your head spin with the dizziness of desire, the need for him to touch you already. He’s so close that you can feel the warmth of his body seep through the fabric at your back; a tease and a promise. He says softly, “Worth a try, though it was my intention to help with the outfit.”
“Sure,” you smirk as you hold his gaze for a few more seconds before you add with a sigh, “Do you think you can save this?” You wave vaguely at the ill-fitting leather, the sad little straps of green fabric which are already coming lose, the patches where the gold paint is already crumbling away.
“No,” Loki snickers, “No way to save this. That’s exactly why I told you to undress.”
Acutely aware of his intent gaze on you, like a burning caress, you heed Loki’s gentle command. Holding his attentive gaze with your own, you let your fingertips playfully trail over the line of your collarbone and downwards to caress your breasts through the leather of the dress while your other hand drags down the zipper at the side with tantalizing slowness, relishing the way Loki’s mesmerizing eyes darken at the little show.
“Like what you see?”, you purr, adding a rasp to your voice while you shimmy out of the dress with a lascivious roll of your hips, letting the garment slide to the ground and pool around the black heels you’ve chosen to wear.
Loki’s eyes widen at your lack of any underwear beside the panties, his attention briefly caught by your bare chest in the mirror’s reflection while his lips are curling into a sultry smirk.
“To the point where I’m rather reluctant to help you dress again,” he finally replies with a wolfish grin, observing how you slowly bend down to remove your heels, one after the other, making sure to strike a little pose for him as you do.
You can nearly feel the air in the slim space between the two of you crackle with building tension.
When you come to stand in front of the mirror once more, bare but for the black panties, you glance at your reflection. Loki watches you through the mirror as he steps behind you, close enough that you can feel the gentle brush of leather and on your now bare back, the heat of his body radiating beneath the layers of his clothing.
Before the familiar feeling of insecurity can creep in, Loki’s tender smile, brimming with so much love and adoration beneath the spark of mischief as he takes you in, swats the crippling self-doubt away, making it dissipate like wisps of smoke in the air.
“I don’t think I will ever stop gazing in awe at how beautiful you are, my love,” Loki whispers against your ear, letting his breath tickle over the exposed nape of your neck like the ghost of a caress, and you shiver with the intoxicating sensation of it, humming in reply as your own smile widens and goosebumps prickle over your skin in the wake of his hot breath.
His scent wraps around you, familiar and addictive with its mix of leather and cedarwood soap, of copper and…him.
“You already look like a goddess,” Loki murmurs against your ear, his voice as gentle as the softest silk brushing over bare skin, eliciting another delicious shudder to run up and down your spine, “And now I’ll help you dress up like one, as well. Close your eyes for me, my love.”
You heed Loki’s gentle command without hesitation.
With your eyes closed, your senses come alive, sharpening like the lens of a camera as they zoom in on Loki’s presence right behind you, the low rustle of leather and green fabric and the shift in the air when he moves his arms, the way his breath plays with strands of your hair when he leans closer while his addictive scent wraps around you like a garment itself, a dress you never want to remove again.
“Ready?”, Loki breathes, and this time, his lips brush against the shell of your ear, sending a pleasant shudder through your whole body, your nerves as alert to him as a live wire. You can feel your body reacting to his proximity, to the low, dark timbre of his voice like slow, tender strokes dragged over your naked skin.
“I still don’t know what for.” Your voice is heavy with arousal already, with the promise in Loki’s deliciously darkening voice.
“No worries, my darling,” the trickster rasps, “You’ll love it.”
Your breath hitches in your throat when Loki’s fingertips start caressing your shoulders, tracing over your upper arms and following the path down to your hands with a sensual slowness that makes the touch feel all the more intimate, makes warmth bloom wherever his fingertips gently graze your skin.
And in the trail of Loki’s touches, you feel the prickle of magic on your bare skin, of fabric being woven out of thin air to wrap around your shoulders and arms, threads of seidr being spun into silk and leather to curl around your body.
Your sharp exhale of surprise as you realize what he’s doing fills the peaceful silence, mingles with the sounds of Loki’s breaths ghosting over your exposed body as his fingertips wander over the back of your hands to leave burning trails of sparks on your skin, in your nerves, until your whole body feels like a bowstring pulled taut, tense and longing with the sweet tension of his touches. Heat flushes in your core as your pulse starts to race with desire, each beat sharpening the ache for him.
Affection glows in your chest at the sensation of Loki letting his magic wrap around your body like an extended caress, as sweet and gentle as the god’s own touches on your skin as he wields this deadly power with the utmost care, weaving its strands around your naked form to conjure up the softest fabric you’ve ever worn.
When you inch closer to press your bare back flush against his chest, the sensation of the cool leather and silken fabric of Loki’s own attire on your skin makes your breath catch in your throat, and you can feel the muscles of his upper body flex beneath the layers of fabric wrapped around his torso. His arms reach around you in an embrace as he keeps working his magic – the actual one as well as the bliss his fingertips bestow on you wherever they make contact with your skin.
When Loki lets his fingertips roam over the curve of your waist and upwards, his palms caressing the skin over your ribs before reaching your breasts, a soft sigh tumbles from your lips in response.
“If you keep making these lovely little noises,” Loki rasps against your ear with a breath as ragged as your own, “I won’t be able to concentrate any longer on the task at hand.”
“Maybe we should change the task at hand, then.” Your voice has fused into a purr, low and darkened with longing, and a moan slips from your throat when Loki starts fondling your breasts with tender strokes of his thumbs, stoking the glimmer of want in your core. You can sense his own arousal, feel how his heartbeat hammers against your spine with it, the hardening bulge in his pants pressing against your bare back telling you that he’s enjoying this as much as you are.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he admonishes playfully, and even with your eyes still firmly closed, you can sense his dazzling smile as he speaks the words, sense his gaze on your bare skin in the mirror’s reflection while straps of what feels like leather start to wrap around your waist, conjured one by one by your god’s elegant fingers, the pattern slowly travelling upwards over your ribs to where Loki’s hands are still caressing your breasts, and you arch your back into the addictive touch, your rear rubbing against his growing erection and making him groan with the sensation.
“I want to see you,” you breathe. “God, I really want to see you right now, Loki.”
You crave to see the flush of arousal on his cheeks, to gaze into his stunning eyes which by now are surely darkened with lust, but before you can open your eyes, a cool strip of silk materializes in front of your eyes, and Loki’s hands leave their place on your chest to gently tie the fabric at the back of your head while he tsks, “Don’t ruin the surprise, my love.”
“I’m still half naked,” you quip, “I’m starting to believe this isn’t about the costume at all.”
“What a rascal thing to do of me,” Loki lilts, and you snicker, though the sound transforms into another giddy sigh when Loki twirls you around and gently captures your lips with his. Your hands settle on the fabric covering his chest, gripping the lapels of his attire to pull him closer and deepen the kiss as his hands snake around your lower back to hold you close against him, fingertips digging into the skin on your spine.
You can feel the silken fabric which he wrapped around your arms, your shoulders, and the straps of leather snaking around your waist – though the rest of your body is still bare, and your skin burns with the pleasant sensation of the fabric of Loki’s clothes against these spaces of exposed skin like a caress on its own. Silk and leather and cool, polished gold.
“We’ll be late to the party,” you breathe into the kiss.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” he croons.
“Don’t you dare.”
Loki chuckles softly, and you feel the need growing in your core, warms currents lapping at you, beckoning you to immerse yourself in their warm depths while Loki is walking backwards, tugging you with him until the two of you tumble onto the bed and he pulls you close.
Every single cell in your body is thrumming with longing for him, with the afterimage of his touches etched into the memory of your senses, and you smile when you feel Loki sit down at the edge of the mattress with a rustle of the sheets before he pulls you onto his lap, positioning you to straddle him, and you shiver with the lovely feeling of the smooth black leather of his pants rubbing against the bare insides of your thighs, the sensitive spot beneath your already dampened panties.
Then, Loki’s lips are on yours again, the intensity of the kisses growing along that glowing need in your core, his tongue your mouth coaxing open to taste you, and his moan mingles with your own while you slowly start to roll your hips, your clothed core rubbing against the bulge in his pants to send the sweetest bliss rushing through your body at the contact.
“Don’t stop,” Loki rasps, and his voice mirrors the need flooding you with every languid movement of your hips against his.
“I won’t if you won’t,” you tease, but you both know it’s a lie. At this point, neither of you truly cares about the costume anymore.
Loki snickers, and his palms settle on your bare back once more to support you against him. You can feel the magic spreading from his fingertips as he continues the string of ravenous kisses, leather forming from thin air to spread over the bare skin of your back, silken laces tickling you softly as they seem to crisscross on their own volition, weaving and tying around each other to hold the garment in place.
“Will this be a corset?”, you murmur into the kiss, and you feel Loki’s smirk.
“So nosy. Wait and see, darling.”
“Will it be sexy?”
His tone is sincere when he whispers against your lips, “Everything is sexy when you wear it. I’m going to make it comfortable.” With his voice darkening a few shades, he adds, “And I’m going to make you feel good while I’m at it.”
He breaks the kiss, letting his lips trail down the column of your throat. You angle your head when he starts peppering kisses over the line of your collarbone, the bare skin heated with want, as if the feverish kisses have ignited not only that heat in your lower belly but set your every nerve and muscle on fire, consuming you from the inside out.
A moan tears from you as Loki’s lips trail deeper, planting sensual, burning kisses over your left breast before wandering to the right, and your moan fuses into a broken cry of pleasure when his tongue, hot against your skin, flicks out to caress the sensitive bud of your nipple.
You grind your hips against his to soothe the throbbing at the apex of your legs, feel the dampened fabric of your panties rubbing against your soaked pussy as if every cell in your body were begging him to touch you more, to finally let his kisses and fingertips dive lower, beneath the waistband of black lace.
“Loki, please,” you whimper, throwing your head back as his hot tongue flicks over your nipple once more, playing with you, relishing in the way your body reacts to his sensual touches. Though with a laugh rumbling through his chest, he heeds your plea.
“You’re so impatient, my love.”
“I need to be if I ever want to get you to stop teasing.”
You feel the fabric of your panties dissolving, see the flash of green beneath your closed eyes and the silken fabric of the blindfold as Loki uses his magic to rid you of the black lace, and you groan in response when you feel the leather of his pants rub against your bare folds, the slickness of your arousal coating the fabric as you languorously gyrate your hips against his crotch to summon another moan from his lovely lips.
“I could watch you do this for hours,” Loki growls, obviously immersed in the way you’re grinding against him with growing despair, relishing the sensation of leather brushing against your clit as you let your head fall back with bliss. Relishing how Loki’s breath grows heavier with each roll of your hips.
The quietness of the bedroom is broken only by the symphony of your heartbeats, the melody of your ragged breaths and breathy moans. When you blindly reach down to open the fly of Loki’s pants, the fabric dissolves beneath your fingertips and he half-groans, half-chuckles when your fingers brush over his hardened length.
“Magic was a faster way,” he purrs.
“Look who’s the impatient one now.” Your answering quip is swallowed by your low whine when Loki lets his fingertips finally wander to the apex of your thighs to caress your swollen clit. It sends your mind into a frenzy of lust as you buck your hips against his hands in desperate need of more friction.
With the blindfold stealing your vision, every other sense is heightened, every touch even more intense.
You feel the softness of the black leather of Loki’s Asgardian attire against your bare breasts where he hasn’t yet worked his magic to conjure your own costume, feel the gilded pieces of armour adorning the leather and silk at his shoulder and collarbone, the metal cool as it scrapes against the sweat coating your skin to make you shiver, contrasting the heat of his feverish touches. You feel the cold brush of his golden arm-pieces pressing against the spots on your spine where only the corset’s silken laces crisscross your skin.
It’s a kaleidoscope of sensations pelting down on your senses like a gentle summer rain, sinking into nothing but the raw pleasure only Loki can incite in you.
The feeling of Loki’s beautiful clothes on your bare skin drives you crazy with the need to feel him inside of you, and just when you think you can’t take another second of this beautifully torturing wait, Loki’s words release you.
“Come here, my love,” he whispers, gently guiding you over him, his tip so heavenly dragging over your slick folds when he grasps his cock to align him with your entrance.
The sounds that spill from his lips to fill the air around the two of you as you sink onto him, burying him deep within your throbbing walls, are forming the most divine melody you’ve ever heard.
The breath is knocked from your lungs with the sensation of your bodies becoming one, aligned as your souls, like the missing pieces of a puzzle snapping into place as you move your hips to bring him closer, deeper.
“I wish I could see your beautiful eyes right now,” you murmur against Loki’s lips.
“Feel me,” he rasps.
When he begins to thrust up to burrow himself even deeper in your soaked walls, his pace is so slow and gentle that you feel you might burst with the love for him filling your heart. He doesn’t fuck you – he makes love to you, the love and devotion he’s harbouring for you translating into the physical touch, confessing his feelings for you with every gentle thrust, every soft, delicate kiss he plants on your lips.
You let your head fall against his shoulder, let his silken black curls tickle your cheeks and lose yourself in the sensation of Loki’s body, his touch, the brush of leather and metal on your skin. The way love surges through your very being alongside the pleasure his slow plunges incite in you. With the blindfold covering your eyes and engulfing you in darkness, you’re hyperaware of every muscle that moves beneath your hands as you let them roam over his clothed chest and upwards to tangle them is his soft hair, feel how he twitches inside of you as he sheathes himself deeper in your walls, the way his breath hitches with every thrust of your hips.
He grazes the sweet spot deep inside of you, sending searing jolts of pleasure through your body, and you clutch the leather of his collar for purchase.
“You feel so good, my love,” he moans softly, and you feel the smile on his lips, laced into his words.
“So do you.”
Loki’s hands move to cup your breasts once more, the pads of his thumbs gently flicking over the tips to steal another wanton whimper from you before you feel the fabric expanding with his magic, feel it flow from his fingertips to slither over your chest, alive with the magic it’s woven from, following the movements of Loki’s hands as they roam to your shoulders while he continues to make love to you.
When his palms reach your shoulders, fabric rustles, and you sense the fluttering of a cape against your back.
“I can’t believe I found you,” Loki breathes in between heated kisses, his words tangling with the moans that fall from your lips with every slow thrust. “I can’t believe you trust me enough to wear this blindfold.”
The happiness in his voice, laced with so much affection, makes your own throat constrict with the radiant feeling of love washing through you as you breathe, “I’d trust you with my life, Loki.”
You let your lips graze his delicately as you continue to roll your hips forward, bringing him even closer while you plunge deeper into the ocean of pleasure that’s flooding your senses with every time his tip grazes the bundle of nerves deep inside of you.
Your climax is a gentle force, like a warm wave slowly drowning you alongside him, fuelled by the feeling of him coming undone inside of you, the warmth of his release coating your walls as his pace falters, and you lazily ride out your climaxes together.
When you come down from your high, you can feel the leather and silk now fully wrapped around your upper body, the sleeves warm and cozy, the cape swishing behind you – though when you move to rise from his lap, Loki is faster. A gasp of surprise tears from you as he gently flips you around, your back meeting the mattress.
“Get back down here,” he chuckles, “We’re not done yet.”
“I might not be able to see you right now,” you tease, “Though I can hear perfectly fine, and that sound you just made sounded pretty much like you were done.”
“I’m not done with you,” Loki rephrases with another soft laugh.
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“That depends on how dishevelled you want to look at the party,” he snickers, stealing another laugh from you.
You can feel the mattress dipping underneath his weight when Loki situates himself between your legs, and his fingertips dance over the bare skin of your shins and upwards, making anticipation spark in your core for a second time, the remnant afterglow of your first climax dissipating from your core to make you ache for Loki once more.
But before you have the chance to plead for him to stop teasing, the sensation of his lips brushing against your soaked pussy makes the breath tangle in your lungs with a sharp inhale of surprise.
Your back arches with another bliss-infused whimper when Loki lets his tongue flick against your clit, lapping up your arousal as his hands rove over the bare skin of your legs, following the path from your ankles to your waist. You feel new straps of leather beginning to cover your skin as Loki continues to pleasure you with his tongue, letting it swivel around your clit with just enough pressure to make you desperately buck up your hips to meet his mouth.
“How can you still be so needy after everything we’ve just done?”, he growls softly, playfully, and the vibration of his voice against your dripping folds makes your back arch with ecstasy, your fingers digging into the bedsheets. “Was it not good enough – or too good?”, he muses, continuing to let his tongue graze over the swollen bud of your clit to drive you wild for a second time that night.
“Too good,” you moan, “Always too good.”
You can feel his lips curving into a smirk, and you don’t need to see him to know it’s the mischievous smirk that always makes your head spin and pulse spike whenever he graces you with it.
Carefully, you extend your hand, threading your fingers through Loki’s luscious raven strands to guide his head closer to your throbbing clit. Your lewd moans ring through the bedroom as you feel the second climax approach, a gentle wave to drown you in its bliss once more while your grip in his hair tightens and stars explode in the darkness of your vision, filling your senses with light as Loki guides you through your orgasm with the skilled strokes of his tongue.
“I never had so much fun dressing up for a party,” you pant, sprawled out on the bed in the afterglow, waiting for your heartbeat to calm. Loki moves to place a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, so different to the things you’ve just done together.
“I will never get enough of that sight,” he purrs breathlessly, “How beautiful you look, sprawled out for me on the bed. And I’ll never get enough of your divine taste on my tongue.”
Heat curls in your lower belly upon his words.
His fingertips brush over your thighs once more, this time to finish the costume.
“Am I decent now?”, you jest breathlessly, making him laugh.
“You’re anything but decent, darling. I know every single filthy thought occupying your mind right now.”
“If you continue to talk like this,” you warn, “We’ll never get to the party. And I really want to flaunt whatever costume you just conjured up for me. And I want to see your ass in that leather pants on the dance floor to fuel the indecency of my thoughts.”
“Then let’s get going,” Loki laughs, and you giggle when he lifts you from the bed, carrying you like a husband his bride before he sets you down in front of what you can only assume is the mirror while you feel him position himself behind you once more, his hands resting lightly on your now clothed shoulders.
“Ready?”, he teases, and you give him an excited nod.
With a snap of Loki’s fingers, the silk of the blindfold dissipates in a flash of green, and your breath catches in your throat when your eyes blink open to focus on your reflection in the mirror.
“Oh my god.”
“You’re welcome,” Loki hums against your ear.
Oh my god, indeed. Or rather, goddess.
Loki has conjured the most beautiful outfit for you that you’ve ever seen.
Straps of the softest black leather crisscross your upper body to form a corset, with tiny golden scales like that of a snake covering your breasts like armour, beautifully displaying your cleavage while black silk is wrapped around your arms to form tight sleeves threaded with golden yarn that shimmers with every subtle movement, as if the fabric itself has been dusted with flakes of pure gold. Your legs are wrapped in tight black leather pants, your feed clad in the most comfortable boots you’ve ever worn.
When you do a little twirl, the verdant fabric of the knee-length cape sprouting from the shoulder pads of black leather dances around you to reveal the rows of black ribbons tied at the back of your corset to keep it in place.
You look breathtakingly stunning – and absolutely deadly. Queenly. Like a creature out of a fairy tale book. And you perfectly match Loki.
“I look like a goddess,” you breathe in awe, and Loki’s expression turns serious when he says quietly, “The way you see yourself now…that’s how I see you. The most beautiful creature in the Nine Realms.”
You give him the softest of smiles as you reply, “Even in my sweatpants?”
He snickers. “Even in your sweatpants. Though I’ve forgot something.”
Loki gently places his hands at the sides of your head, the brush of his fingers as light as a summer breeze when he rests them against your temples, and you watch in utter amazement as gold flows from his fingertips to form an intricate band around your head, two little horns sprouting from the golden metal at your forehead, and your grin widens.
“Now we match,” Loki whispers, twirling you around so you can face him.
“We’ll be the prettiest couple at the party for sure. You’re basically my fairy godmother. This whole outfit won’t dissolve at midnight to leave me completely naked in the middle of the dancefloor, right?”
Loki’s grin is mischievous when he quips, “No, though I definitely plan to have you completely naked again somewhere around midnight.”
Your laugh is genuine, but it dies as you clear your throat.
“Though…”, you trail off, hesitant to speak the next words, “I lied. I didn’t lose a bet. I wanted to surprise you by dressing up as you, I don’t even know – “ You falter mid-sentence, and your smile slips when you see the emotions glittering in Loki’s blue gaze, the tears suddenly shimmering at the corners of his eyes. Panic suddenly grips you, that you’ve hurt or insulted him somehow –
“Hey – what is it?”, you murmur, cupping his cheeks as you scan his eyes for the answer, and relief washes over you when the corners of his mouth tug into a tender smile.
“That was your idea?”
“Umm. Yes. Why?”
Loki blinks back the tears as his gaze locks on yours. “All my life, I wanted to be someone else. I never thought I would find someone who thinks it’s a good thing to be me, even if it’s a costume for one night. But you make me feel…worthy.”
It makes your heart bleed, to think about all the hurt he’s been through, the scars on his soul that are so slow to heal. The self-hatred is still festering in his heart, even if he’s slowly learning to love himself, guided by the love you shower him with, as if the self-disdain is chipped away piece by tiny piece with every loving caress of your hands on his skin and every whispered “I love you.”
There’s still a long way to go on this path, but you’re treading it beside him, step by step – and you always will.
“I’m glad you’re you,” you whisper, leaning up to place a delicate kiss to his lips, “Because I love you for exactly who you are, Loki. I’ve fallen in love with who you are.”
The radiant smile he gives you in reply fills you with a love so strong that you can feel it in every crevice of your own soul.
“Come on,” you breathe, lacing your fingers with his, “There’s a dance floor waiting for us.”
The Skin We’re In: A Jotunn!Loki/Reader Fairy Tale
You grew up slowly falling in love with your best friend, the God of Mischief, but after the death of your mother drives your father insane, Thor whisks you to a place he knows will be safe until Loki can defeat your father: but you’ll have to render yourself undetectable (i.e. ugly) in order to slip through your father’s fingers.
I got an Anon prompt asking me to rewrite a fairy tale around Loki. They suggested Cinderella, but I’m extra, so I based this on the fairy tale Donkeyskin, a story that goes so dark even Disney won’t touch it. In this AU, Loki was always informed of his true heritage as Little Blue Baby Icicle.
Content Warning: Family death, implied incestuous sexual abuse, physical insecurities, self-harm ideation
Word Count: 7.3k (sorry, it’s long, it may be easier to read on my AO3 HERE)
Once upon a time, in a world far away from the one we know, you fell in love with a handsome prince.
“Loki! Show me! Show me!” you begged from your place sitting on his desk chair, your feet scuffing against the carpet impatiently.
The youthful second son of Odin smiled sheepishly. ‘Sheepish’ wasn’t an attitude your best friend had very often. He was newly grown, as were you. The pair of you had grown up alongside one another, as your father was one of Odin’s advisors. As children you played innocently as Asgardian children did: from the fun days spent chucking spears at one another in jest, to the fun days spent chucking spears at your tutors when they scolded you, to the fun days spent chucking spears at the spear makers, who kept forgetting to change the lock to the door of their workshop.
You got pretty good with spears as time went on.
Now, on the eve of your majority, you and Loki were finally beginning to accept that things were changing between you. Childhood giggles turned into bashful flirts. Practical jokes became stolen kisses. The way you got out of breath after winning a footrace against him became the thumping of your heart after Loki touched your cheek and looked into your eyes.
When you’d first made love, you felt like you could fly. The way you both gave yourselves to one another, exploring each other’s’ bodies deep into the night, letting Loki lose control as he went inside you under a canopy of stars and planets on a cool evening. It was the type of memory that you immediately tattooed onto your heart, and retrieving it always made you feel serene and peaceful.
While the concept of ‘virginity’ held little meaning to an Asgardian, it still meant something to the both of you when you allowed one another to be your first partners. The next morning, Loki declared that not only were you his first sexual experience, but you would be his only partner for life, as he could never imagine sex being better or more meaningful with anyone else, even with Freyja herself.
Once you had your next birthday, Loki could formally ‘come for you’ and ask you to be his bride. You would leave your father’s house and be one of Queen Frigga’s Ladies in Waiting until the wedding. Almost everyone, including Frigga, Odin, and Thor, were expecting the announcement from Loki any day.
“You know how I feel about showing anyone, even you,” Loki sighed to himself, turning away from you and facing the mirror. “I’m not even supposed to tell anyone about it, especially since the last time the Frost Giants attacked our northern border.”
“But Loki,” you whined playfully, hopping off your chair and sauntering over, standing behind your love. “You’re beautiful when you show me. I love you no matter what skin you’ve got, no matter what color. You are still my Loki, my Love, my God.”
Loki looked at your reflection in the mirror. Norns, you were a beauty! Every graceful curve of your body made him shudder with need inside. Your wide eyes were the only ones that could penetrate his thoughts and make him drop his defenses. You were the only being Loki would fall on his knees for. If the future Princess of Asgard thought his Jotunn skin was beautiful and wanted to see it, how could he deny you anything?
Stepping back, Loki let the ice blue hue crawl up his palm, taking over his entire body and turning him into his pure, half-giant form. You gasped in awe and surprise, tracing a finger up his arm admiringly. “If you ever became King, you could look like this all the time and no one could stop you, you know.”
“My brother and father would have to die for me to become King,” Loki said quietly. “I cannot bring myself to lay a hand on the two men who were willing to let me live in their family with my Jotunn blood. So, I will need to find another way of getting my freedom.” He turned to you and took you in his arms. “But once we marry, I can turn into this for you every night in our bed if that is your wish.”
Just hearing him affirm his intentions gave you pleasure within. “I love you. All of you. No matter how you appear, as long as Fate keeps us together, there is no way I could ever find you anything other than beautiful.”
Loki gently cupped your cheek in his hands and leaned in for an intimate kiss, when suddenly a guard burst into the study.
“Oh, what is it??” Loki asked angrily.
“You Highness, it’s Lady Y/N’s mother. She’s died.”
Your mother, whom you almost impeccably resembled in appearance, had collapsed suddenly and passed away from illness. It was a shock to you and your father. Weeks and months passed, as did the birthday where your engagement was to be formally announced, without anything but tears, sorrow, and suffering for you.
The last time you saw Loki was at the funeral rites, where you weren’t even allowed to be near him, as your father, Friede, forbade you from leaving his side in the receiving lines and death processions. You only saw him briefly as the royals came through to offer condolences. Thor had embraced you. Loki could barely get a word out before Friede forced your attention elsewhere.
The entirety of the funeral, you just wanted to run away with your beloved, and get away forever from the remarks you’d been receiving all day:
“Her soul lives on in you.”
“You are a perfect resemblance.”
“Its as if she created you in her image, Y/N!”
After about a week was the first time your father came to you with a strange look in his eye. He had barely spoken to you, nor had he ever allowed you to leave the house, since your mother’s death. He hadn’t done anything except glare at you for an abnormally long time in your dressing robe before clearing out and leaving you be. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.
The following day, you found lilies in your doorway. Loki didn’t like lilies, so they weren’t from him. Something about the way the petals felt hot on your skin made you immediately throw them away.
You kept longing for Loki to contact you, but after a month crept by, you began to feel like he would never come for you, even as your father kept you sequestered in your manor, closer to him than you were comfortable.
Then, he began the strange requests. “Sit on my lap, Y/N! Father knows what’s best for you! Let me run my fingers through your hair, you look so much like your mother!”
Months in the dark became hell, alone and afraid of what your deluded father may do next. He’d dismissed your attendants, so no one knew what he was beginning to do. You had no way of escaping, either. Every day you feared that he would finally crawl over the edge and molest you, or even worse. Your natural beauty had suddenly become your biggest detriment. You couldn’t escape your father’s wandering eye no matter where you went in the house. He sealed every door with magic that only he could unlock. Every window had an alarm trigger on it that would immediately shut the gates to your family estate. Worst of all, you feared what Friede would do to you if he caught you trying to leave.
The first night you saw his shadow standing over your bed, you managed to get away by locking yourself in your bathroom until he gave in. You knew then that you needed some serious help. But how? Where could you go? How long could you hold out until you couldn’t fight off your mad father any more?
You felt your life quickly drain away from you as the first few months passed. Each night, you barricaded your door against your father, avoided meals, and sat alone in your room, passing the time with books or painting. You only wanted to go outside, to see friends. To kiss your Loki, then slap him for never coming to rescue you.
You missed his soft, warm lips leaving traces down your neck, the feeling when his front teeth nipped at your skin. You wanted to once again see the blessed vision of Loki leaning over you, looking down into your eyes with thick, heavy lust. Even just for the momentary pleasure of hearing his low, authoritative voice mumble sweet poems in your ear, you would surrender anything.
Six months without Loki, and you felt your heart finally turn to stone. All hope was drained from you. You’d likely die up here in your tower, constantly hoping Friede would wake up one morning cured of his incestuous delusions. You could have cast away your memories in the hopes that forgetting them would free you from at least a bit of emotional burden.
No, you thought in the end. My memories are all I have now. I won’t throw him away, even if he did so to me.
One morning, what you couldn’t possibly conceive of happened.
You heard Friede knocking on your door one morning. Taking a meat knife from last night’s supper plate, you slid it under the sleeve of your tunic ready to draw blood if it meant keeping your father from assaulting you in his maddened state.
Opening the door, you saw Friede down on one knee, holding up your mother’s emerald engagement ring. You’d thought she’d been buried with it.
You screamed and shut the door in his face almost immediately. After a loud groan from outside, you began hearing pounding fists and desperate hollers.
“Why? Why won’t you consider marrying me?”
“I’m your DAUGHTER, you pig!” you cried back, quick to shove your dresser in front of the door as you’d done every single night.
“You are your mother’s angel! It makes sense. We are supposed to be together forever, and we can be!”
“Leave me alone!”
“What can I do? Can I do anything to make you accept my proposal? I will do anything, my eternal love!”
You felt the total dirt of your parent calling you ‘his eternal love’ creep up through your veins, gelling your blood and making you turn cold. You considered ending your life in that moment for the first time. This was too much for you to bear, and without Loki, what was the point?
Still, you thought a moment before answering. Perhaps there was still a way to pit your wits against him. Maybe you could delay your father’s disgusting intentions.
“There is one thing,” You began softly, trying to ignore the taste of bitterness in your mouth as you answered him.
“ANYTHING!” Friede sounded like a desperate, ravenous wolf.
“Make me a wedding dress out of the threads from Arachne’s web. It must glow brighter than Odin’s crown, and every inch must be covered in red gems found in the heart of an asteroid. I will not consider you until I have it.”
There, that was a damn tall order for him. He had to go to Olympus, steal threads from the Goddess Arachne’s work, then find a magician who could enchant such a pristine glow into the fabric, and finally, find an asteroid somewhere in the cosmos that possessed thousands of red gems in its’ core. There was no way he could ever meet those expectations!
But, as you’d hoped, he left the manor straight away, unfortunately leaving the windows and doors magically sealed so you couldn’t slip out while he was gone. You could, however, freely move about the manor for the first time in a very long while without feeling fear. Your mood only picked up a little bit as you re-explored your childhood home. You were able to read in the study (dusty from lack of use), eat in the dining hall (also dusty and unkempt), and you were even able to look out over the quarter of Asgard your family resided in through the large window in the attic.
You considered attempting to break the seals on the doors, but you were also like you mother in that you possessed very little capacity for magic. Some people just didn’t have it in their blood, and you never felt resentment (at least before now). Nor did you see a way to even signal someone for help.
At least you were certain you had time to figure out a plan. Maybe you could send smoke signals out of the fire place? Except you had no wood to burn. What about hanging a banner out of a window? Damn all, the windows were just as sealed as the doors.
Would you die in here? With Friede gone, there was no one to bring food.
Four days after Friede went off on his quest for your wedding gown, everything changed.
You were called to the window one wild and stormy evening to a familiar yell from below your room in the front courtyard. “LADY Y/N!! MY SISTER?! CAN YOU HERE ME? ARE YOU THERE?? ARE YOU ALIVE??”
It wasn’t your beloved, but it was his brother, Prince Thor, heir apparent to the throne.
“I CAN HEAR AND SEE YOU!” you replied, your heart racing. “BUT MY FATHER’S SEIDR HAD SEALED ME INSIDE! I’M TRAPPED!”
Thor nodded and raised his right arm, Mjolnir poised above his head. In one mighty motion, he hurled it at a bay window on the ground floor. Your heart leapt at the sound of crashing glass and breaking metal. The Hammer of Thor was still undefeated.
Taking off like a shot, you sprinted to meet Thor down in the foyer, where he embraced you so tightly you screeched at him to loosen his grip before he broke you in half.
“How did you find me?” you cried into his shoulder. “And where is Loki? Why hasn’t he come for me?”
“We thought you were dead, my sister,” Thor replied. You pulled away from him and asked why. “Friede told the court that the week of your mother’s passing, you died from heartbreak. Loki was inconsolable. He destroyed his room and disappeared for weeks at a time. It was like watching his soul fly away.”
You immediately felt six months of isolation and depression well up behind your eyes like lava, until the hot tears finally blinked out. “But, you never came to see for yourself, nor ask why there was no funeral for me?”
Thor explained. “He told us he preferred a private interment. We saw how upset he was and granted his wish. But then, he came to us again about four days ago, declaring that you, in fact, were alive, and had agreed to…to marry him? Please tell me THAT isn’t so.”
You shook your head immediately. “Never!”
“He said he had a quest to complete for your hand, but he wanted Odin’s blessing.”
“And did he get it?”
“Of course not!” Thor scoffed. “Odin was almost certain he was being tricked, but Friede wasn’t stopped. He declared that no God or man could stop him from wedding you. He went off to Olympus after that.”
“And does Loki know any of this?” you asked.
Thor nodded. “For years, I’ve known Loki was never able to lift Mjolnir…but if ever there was a time he was worthy, it was in the moments after Friede declared his betrothal. He raged like I’ve never seen a warrior do, and he took off almost instantly to the armory. It’s quite obvious he intends to track down your father. I couldn’t stop him.”
“He’ll be hurt!”
“You already have been,” Thor added. “But he did leave me with one command before he went off into the Nine Realms.”
“And that is?”
Thor took something out of his pocket. It was an amulet, but not a very attractive one. A large token hung on the dull, silver chain: a donkey head. “He had this hexed and gave it to me, saying it will protect you from Friede. Then, he told me to take you somewhere outside of Asgard. Somewhere off-world. Somewhere beyond the Bifrost.”
You bit your lip. “How far?”
“Very,” Thor confirmed. “Friede is one of Odin’s fiercest generals. He can track a falcon on a cloudy day. If he wants to find you anywhere in the Universe, he will. In order to hide you, you will need to not only always wear this pendant, but you will need to stay with a few…friends of mine.”
“What friends?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at Thor’s odd tone.
“I’ve been to Midgard. It was a dare gone wrong, don’t ask. But I met a few people down there who can ensure your safety until Loki can come for you.”
You scoffed. “Midgard? How can they possibly protect me down there? Do they even have magic?”
Thor shrugged. “A different kind of magic. They call themselves researchers. Their names are Jane, Erik, and Darcy.”
You nodded. Even some heathen’s tent on Midgard was preferable than waiting here in the dark until your insane father decided to return. “Give me the amulet,” you commanded, holding out your hand. “I want to leave as fast as possible.”
Thor hesitated a moment. “There is one more thing you need to know about the amulet.”
You rolled your eyes and went to grab it from him, succeeding. You quickly put the necklace on, and instantly you felt a slightly-painful tinge circulate throughout your body. Thor became a bit taller to you, and you felt your shiny hair begin to tangle and grow over your face. Dark green sparks flew up in front of you as your robes grew bigger and bigger until they could barely stay up around your emaciated frame.
Once the magic receded, you looked to Thor, and noticed he looked rather uncomfortable. “What was that?” you asked quietly.
“Well, err…you have a mirror nearby?”
You nodded and walked brisky down the hallway to your left, knowing of the giant mirror in the hall outside the kitchen. You found it and nearly screamed at what stood before you.
You were HIDEOUS. A BEAST, you were disgusting and riddled with pustules, pimples, and rashes across your skin and face. Your nose had almost entirely receded, your eyebrows were thick enough to spin into yarn, your eyes misaligned, one eye electric green and the other ocean blue, your hair unkempt and greyish blue. Your body was so frail it could be blown over with a quiet breeze. Your teeth were so yellow they were nearly brown, several crooked and several more cracked or cavity-laden. You even had little brown hairs sprouting about your chin, ears, and hands.
“What the HELL have you done to me, Thor?!” you yelled. “What does this--?”
You ripped off the pendant, and your ugly exterior instantly fell away, causing you to sigh with relief.
“It’s a disguise. You HAVE to wear it at all times on Midgard. It’s the only way Friede won’t be able to locate you. He would never assume this was you,” Thor explained. “Please? I wish to see my brother’s wedding day.”
Thor sighed and looked around you. “I guess you could stay here and hope--?”
You didn’t want that. Any more time in this luxurious prison and you would go insane as your father had. You turned to look at your normal self in the mirror, getting one last good at yourself before putting on the amulet again. You imagined Loki walking up behind you in the reflection, his nimble fingers running over your bare shoulders, his nose nestling at your ear affectionately.
“Find me, my love,” you prayed before looking over your shoulder, the specter of your lover dissipating into the air with your movement.
“Thor?” you asked quietly.
Thor had gone over to the front door back in the foyer, using Mjolnir to destroy it, exposing the entryway to the roaring rain and wind outside. “Yes, sister?”
You turned the donkey’s head over three times in your palm. Even touching the damn thing made your skin lose its glow. “Will he be able to find me? Even when I’m wearing this?”
Thor walked back in your direction, meeting you in the foyer. “My friend, you and my brother could find one another from across time and space. The two of you were naming your children before you went off to school. Loki will know who you are in an instant. Now, we need to hurry. I have Heimdall waiting.”
Thor went back to the door, and you took one last breath before donning the loathed amulet, letting the green mist set you back into your horrendous new skin. Then, you took a cloak from the closet nearby and followed Thor out into the turbulent night.
Fourteen months later…
Tired, hungry, desperate, and more ambitious than ever, Loki maneuvered his small Asgardian craft on the asteroid’s surface, behind a boulder big enough to conceal the ship within its’ shadow. Before getting out and beginning to look for signs of other travelers on the surface, Loki looked down at the parchment Thor had given him before he went off to execute that perverted worm who dared to even consider holding you as a captive bride of incest. The parchment only had a few scribbles on it:
Midgard. Puente Antiguo, New Mexico. Be discreet.
This was where you awaited him, and he knew he was nearly there after so long. He just had to finish slaying this dragon for you first.
Over a year, Loki had been traversing the Nine Realms, looking for anything that could have drawn him closer to Friede. Friede had somehow managed to steal Arachne’s threads with little trouble, and he was gone by the time Loki arrived. Escaping Olympus had been rough, especially when he had been blamed for the missing thread and was made to sneak his way off the world.
Having lost the trail, Loki kept searching. He had no idea where to look for one who could make a dress glow brighter than Odin’s crown, so instead, Loki chose to begin searching for the elusive Ruby Asteroid, the only space rock in the Nine Realms that was known to harbor red gems in its’ core. No matter how quickly or slowly Friede could render the dress aglow, it would still take him time to find the Ruby Asteroid, and Loki was infinitely cleverer than his possible father-in-law. Loki knew if he took a shortcut and headed for the space rock, he could cut his adversary off and end him before a single ruby could fall into his hand.
Even an asteroid feels like a planet to anyone on its’ surface. Loki scoured it for weeks, searching every cavern and crevice, every possible place one could make their way down into the underground. Nothing showed, even as time passed and Loki was forced to set up a camp and find an off-asteroid food supply. Perhaps it would take years for that bloated biscuit to find this place?
Every time Loki was spent and went back to his ship to sleep for a few hours, he found himself staring up through the roof to the black skies above, filled with stars, planets, and galaxies. He had hoped he would be touching the furthest points of the universe with you on your honeymoon. While it was usually difficult to find fitful rest on this freezing rock, Loki always managed to find sleep looking up at the cosmos dangling above, choosing which star you two would explore first.
He always picked the one that looked farthest away.
Every time he thought of you, he began to do something he hadn’t before. He’d started reverting to his Frost Giant skin and allowing himself to live within it for long periods of time. In those long months alone and searching, he’d remembered how you loved his blue skin and red eyes, and whenever you could convince him to do so, begged him to ‘turn blue.’ When he did this, he felt his emotions and longing for you rising, and when he was in Jotunn form was when he felt closest to you.
Even though he’d known since childhood that he was an adopted half-Frost Giant, Odin had always discouraged Loki from showing his heritage off in front of others. While he was grateful the truth was not kept from him entirely, it, of course, made him feel shame as he grew. The only times he could show his true skin were when he was alone, or with you. After this, if he ever found his way to your side again, he made a vow to himself to wear his true skin more. If you could see his true beauty, surely others could as well. He would be fully free.
The more time he spent in solitude, awaiting Friede, the more he spent wearing his natural blue skin, and the more he grew to long for the day he could show his true colors in the light, in front of all of Asgard.
Now, he was using his craft to migrate to another region on the asteroid, looking for anything that indicated disturbance. Every other time he did this, not so much as a shifted pebble was to be seen, and Loki would give up and touch down once again.
However, something felt different this time. Loki felt on edge, especially has something caught his eye from off to the right side of his path:
Another ship, an older Asgardian model a noble or military superior would use for themselves.
“Norns, this is it.”
Loki quietly parked his craft and looked around for wherever Friede could have gone. In the darkness, this was especially difficult, but Loki could use a little magic to increase his vision a bit, which helped. After what felt like days, Loki finally found a crevice just large enough for a body to slip within, and once Loki made his way inside, the boulder was revealed to be hollow, with a large cave making its way lower into the ground towards what appeared to be a red glow.
However, Loki didn’t have time to make it to the source of the glow, because Friede began making his way back up through the passage, holding a large lavender wedding gown that looked like it was made from the lightest material possible. It glowed brightly enough to completely illuminate the passage. It had thousands of red gems already sewn into it, creating trim and a bodice for the dress, lining the collar and hems and creating intricate fleur-de-lys patterns. It was the most magnificent gown any being ever laid eyes on.
I’m almost too late, Loki thought. Standing tall and imposing, Loki blocked Friede’s way, forcing him to stop.
“Who are you?” Friede muttered from behind the piles of tulle and silk.
“How dare you address your Prince so informally?” Loki barked. “You will kneel before royalty, insolent wretch!”
“Prince Loki, your highness! What brings you to this little rock? I was picking up a gift for my bride to be—”
“—you will surrender the dress to me, leave this place at once, and never contact your daughter again,” Loki commanded.
Friede responded with a slow, rolling laugh that gradually got louder and more unhinged. “Oh, my Prince, you don’t understand!”
Loki advanced on Friede with royal authority. “How dare you desecrate your name? How dare you strive for such an abomination? How dare you lay a finger on my beloved? How dare you LIE to me and make me believe that she was dead for six months?? She will be Princess of Asgard, and you are heretofore banished from the Nine Realms until your dying breath.”
“Oh, no, no, no, I won’t leave Asgard without my wife,” Friede mumbled, standing his ground but beginning to nervously ball the dress up in his large hands. “How can you be so against true love?”
Loki growled like a wolf, ready to defend the pack. “Your demented, twisted version of love extracts no sympathy from me. Now, unhand that damned dress or you will be under a death sentence by order of your Prince.”
Friede laughed again. “Spare me the theatrics, you cerulean freak! My daughter doesn’t deserve to be yoked to a disgusting half-breed no matter what kind of royalty he is!”
With those painful words, Friede began spinning the dress around in his hands, forcing the light glow to intensify to the point where Loki was blinded by it. The red light receded after a moment, but only before Loki could realize that Friede had moved past him and made his way to the exit.
As Loki’s sight returned, he could see Friede pause to pick something up off the ground. A slip of paper.
Friede chuckled. “Midgard, huh? Not exactly a small hiding place, but someone with Y/N’s looks won’t be too difficult to find! Thanks for the tip, your highness!”
Loki gave chase, but Friede was too swift. Loki barely made it out of the cavern in time to see his small shuttle take off and fly quickly into the black sky.
It was way too hot in New Mexico. You absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. At this point, you were pretty sure you were going to melt into the dirt before your beloved could locate you.
Jane and Erik were nice enough (Darcy asked you too many questions about exactly how attractive Asgardian men were), and they were able to spare you a small room in their office, but you rarely left it. You couldn’t take the heat, and you couldn’t take the prying eyes the few times you were coerced by Jane into going to the local diner (where you were now).
Thor only stayed briefly to explain things to Jane before going off to find his brother. He’d promised to check in from time to time, but in the fourteen months since he’d delivered you to your hiding place, he hadn’t shown himself. You knew when Jane asked you to go to a ‘girls’ night’ with her, she was going to ask you about Thor and Asgard. At first, you’d obliged her, but as time wore on, you were beginning to believe that you were standing in the town you would be buried in.
“So, how different is time out there?” Jane asked.
You shrugged. “How am I supposed to know that? It’s my home, it’s just how time works for me. All I know is that here, it feels like a standstill, but that isn’t because of time.”
“I know how that feels,” Jane moaned.
An older woman in a waitress’ uniform came out with two bowls of soup, setting one bowl down in front of each of you. You noticed her avoiding your eyes in a way she hadn’t with Jane.
You had worn the donkey’s head amulet for fourteen months without removing it for so much as a bath, and you were beginning to feel bonded to it in a way that distressed you. The hex was attaching itself to your body now, and soon enough, if you didn’t take it off, you felt as if you were going to be stuck that way for all time. You were well aware of how hideous you were. You had to keep reminding yourself it was all for your safety, and that Loki could come any day.
But what if he never came?
“Excuse you, but that was rude,” Jane said, firmly but calmly. “She’s a person. Treat her like one, please.”
The waitress looked directly at you now and shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, Miss.”
After she walked away, you leaned over the table and whispered. “You don’t have to defend me, you know. It’s been more than a year. I’ve gotten worse looks from clergy.”
Jane shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’m sick of seeing it too. People can be terrible.”
“My father is scouring the galaxy to try and force me into marrying him. I assure you, Asgardians are no better.” You looked out the window into the dry, dusty street as a green car drove by, kicking up dirt and making it difficult to see the general store on the other side of the road.
“Y/N,” Jane said, “I can’t imagine how this has been for you. I’m not even waiting for a wedding like you are.”
“More than anything, my biggest fear is what Loki will think if I cannot get this stupid pendant off.”
Jane nodded and started eating her soup. You weren’t hungry. Instead, your gaze fell out the window again, as if he would pop up at any moment.
“If he’s like his brother, he will just be relieved you’re safe and not married to your dad,” answered Jane.
Suddenly, Darcy and Erik bolted in to the diner and made a beeline for your table. Darcy, who couldn’t shut up on a normal day, spilled everything.
“You both need to come with us now. We were working in the lab and then outside some small space craft landed, and some guy in weird robes got out of it with the puffiest, most obnoxious dress I’ve ever seen in my life. Like, who would even wear that? Anyway, someone’s here so we figured we’d get you and—”
“—oh, Norns, it’s Father,” you muttered, ducking under the table. “How did he complete the gown? I made it utterly impossible!”
Jane bent down and tapped your shoulder. “You know what you need to do.”
“I can’t face him,” you said, beginning to cry. “Loki was supposed to find him first. If he hasn’t, then that means Loki must be dead and my father killed him.”
“Maybe his space ship just popped a tire,” Darcy mused.
“You realize this may be the only way he leaves you be,” Erik said. “And he may be the type to hurt people who stand in his way of you.”
“I know,” you sighed. “But he’ll go back to Asgard and tell everyone how I became some hideous mortal and was exiled forever to a desert on Midgard.”
Jane smiled. “You have us now. And there’s still Thor. He can vouch.”
You were silent a moment. Loki was gone. He had to be. You were on the verge of becoming permanently ugly. What more was there to lose? In fact, facing Friede one final time, in a way, would free you, even if it was freeing you from the wonderful life you once knew in favor of a simpler, lonelier one.
“Well, here I go. This is for Loki.”
You crawled out from under the table, and ignored the rude waitress’ scolding for not paying the bill as Jane, Darcy, and Erik followed you out into the street and around the corner.
Sure enough, Friede’s personal ship was parked in the middle of the road, with some mortals running and hiding, and others curiously peeking out at the scene. Friede, for his part, was zig-zagging around, looking in shop windows and crying out for you like a madman with no direction.
“Y/N! Come out come out! I have your wedding gown! I know for a fact you’re here. Please come out and come home with Daddy. If you don’t, I’ll dismantle this entire place board by board until I—”
“—here I am, Father,” you yelled, walking with as much confidence as you could muster.
Friede spent nearly a minute in silence, observing you from the distance of about 50 feet between you. He laughed. “It can’t be. My daughter isn’t a troll.”
The words stung, but only a little. “It is me, Father. I can prove it. My mother was Idunn, and I looked like her. She died over a year ago. You were close with the Allfather since your youth, and Odin’s favorite food were the fruit biscuits Idunn would make for you to take to him, although he’d never admit his weakness for a sweet. You once compared him to a child in an ancient druid’s body.”
Friede’s jaw dropped. “No. Y/N, my girl, what have you done?”
“I am not your daughter,” you said defiantly. “I said I would never marry you. I decided to buy a spell that would permanently change me into this hag,” you indicated your appearance. “I would rather live like this forever in shame than to take part in your abomination of a wedding.”
“But, I made this for you, just as you asked!” Friede hollered, throwing the large gown into the dust at his feet before slowly beginning to advance on you.
“Leave her alone, you bastard.”
Your heart may as well have jumped out of your throat and run off into the horizon by itself. The voice. The beautiful, strong, deep voice of your beloved was calling from behind you.
Instead of turning to embrace Loki, you didn’t even bother looking in his direction as he approached the confrontation, instead running off the street and ducking behind a shelf of books displayed outside the tiny library the town had.
Loki faced Friede, proud, strong, and ready to kill. “I am giving you one final chance. Abandon your disgusting suit and leave Midgard, Asgard, and the Nine Realms. Go live on the Ruby Asteroid for all I care. If you dare to show your face to myself, my betrothed, or any of my allies again, you WILL face the executioner’s axe. Do you understand this?”
Friede looked to the case you were hiding behind, and how you trembled in fear. He looked back to Loki, the powerful Trickster Prince who was known for his superior (as well as unique) fighting style.
“You shouldn’t want Y/N any more anyways,” Loki concluded. “She’s no longer the living spectre of your wife, is she not?”
Friede grunted and looked down at the dress lying before him on the ground. He considered his options for a moment before spitting onto the wedding gown. “Hel take you all,” he muttered. “Especially you, Prince Loki. Enjoy life screwing a hag. You and my disobedient wretch of a child deserve one another.”
You couldn’t quite see what was happening from behind the book case, but after a moment, you heard the sound of a craft take off into the sky and fly away, followed by bootsteps running towards you. You instantly reached for the donkey amulet and ripped it from your neck. However, in the library window’s reflection, you saw something that made your heart sink.
You hadn’t changed at all. You were still a hag.
Loki finally reached the bookcase. You curled up into a ball, concealing as much of yourself by making yourself as small as possible. “Oh, my darling, my beloved,” he whispered softly, reaching out a hand. “You can take the hex off now. You are safe with me again.”
You shook your body and slowly extended your hand, opening your palm and showing him that you were no longer wearing the amulet.
“The hex bound itself to me,” you cried. “I’m a beast now, forever.”
“Oh, no, no, no, Y/N,” Loki insisted. “I don’t care if you look like a dark elf with a skin infection. I love you, and you are beautiful.”
“I am NOT worthy of being your princess, so just go,” you wept.
Loki stifled a laugh. “I just saw you face your father and tell him to fuck off. It was, admittedly, very hot.”
You peeked out from behind your hands. “Really?”
“Please,” Loki implored. “Come into the light with me.”
You looked up and saw for the first time that Loki was wearing his natural Jotunn skin. He was smiling encouragingly down at you, hand still extended.
You gasped. “Loki, you never look like that in public!”
“I’ve learned a bit about myself too along this strange trip,” Loki replied. “I feel freer when I can be my full self. I may never go back, unless, that is, you wish for me too.”
“Dearest, how can you look at me and still—”
Loki had had enough. He took you hand and yanked you to your feet and into the sunny street before you could stop him. He took you into his arms and kissed you so fully that you felt as if he wanted to drink your essence.
“I absolutely want to still be your wife,” you said quietly, burying your face in Loki’s chest. “But I can never face Asgardian society like this. Not ever.”
Loki sighed and looked beyond you to wear the wedding gown still lay in the dust. He got an idea and let go of you momentarily to retrieve it and bring it back to you.
“Maybe this can help,” he suggested.
You shook your head. “The incest dress? How?”
“Well, technically it’s what YOU wanted in a dress. Your maddened former father simply delivered it to you.”
“But how can it help?” you asked.
“Did you not ask for it to me made out of cloth spun from Arachne’s web?” Loki reminded you. You nodded. “Doesn’t her material come with magic-catching ability? It’s why our armor carries some of her threads, to protect warriors from hexes and curses. Like trapping flies in a spider’s web, her cloth does the same for dark magic.”
“Oh Norns, you are right,” you realized. You greedily grabbed the dress and ducked back behind the bookcase to put it on.
It was heavier than you realized, but it fit like a glove and gave you a small, magic burst of confidence. When you cautiously revealed yourself in the dress, the look on Loki’s face made you tremble.
He looked ready to fall at your feet and serve you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter.
“My bride, you look incredible.”
You lifted your arms and slowly began to spin, your wide skirt billowing out, red sparks of magic flying out from the stones embedded in the bodice. You felt that cool sensation you recalled from the night Thor rescued you, when you first removed the amulet and fell back into your Asgardian beauty.
You stopped spinning and looked at Loki, Jane, Erik, and Darcy, who were all now staring at you, making you feel a little vulnerable.
You turned back to the window to observe what had changed, and your heart sank again.
Your body had returned to its’ normal, curvier shape. Your unnatural pallor melted back into your natural skin tone. The bags under your eyes had disappeared, but those eyes were still oddly bright and differently colored. Your nose had returned, but it was still a small nub of what had once been one of your favorite features. Your hair was longer and fuller, but still the dull color you’d gotten used to seeing of late. You had a bright, dark red scar remain on your face, running from your left eye, down the side of your neck.
“It only worked a little!” you cried, frustrated. “I’m still not beautiful!”
Loki ran up behind you and wrapped his arms over your shoulders, nuzzling his nose under your ear.
“But aren’t you the one that said to me that your skin doesn’t define your beauty? You are still my Y/N, my wife, my love, my God. Freyja still could not compare.” Loki spun you around and delicately traced the scar on your face with a loving touch. “And I am taking you back to Asgard to wed you this instant, and to proudly show you off to every noble in the Nine Realms.”
You took Loki’s face into your hands and drew him into another kiss. His blue lips tasted better than the sweetest ambrosia, and in that instant, you knew nothing would ever come between you again.
Jane, Darcy, and Erik watched in awed silence as you and Loki went off into the sunset, hand-in-hand, chasing down your Happily Ever After to the farthest star.
This show is Tom's baby. Yes, many other creators collaborated to make it happen, but if you think for a second the whole thing doesn't rest in his ridiculously handsome hands, you're wrong. He's the title character. The one, the biggest, the brightest Loki. If not for him, this show would not exist.
I say again, this show is his baby. It's his ART.
Remember that when you're publicly shitting on it.
Remember his dedication to the character, and to the Fandom. Remember that playing Loki is a labor of love for him. Remember that acting is his passion.
If you've ever had a passion--created art, or built things, or designed anything--you can put yourself in Tom's (and the other creators') shoes.
How does it feel when somebody nitpicks something you created from your heart and soul? How would it feel if they straight up shit on it, and on you for creating it?
How would you feel if you also had deep affection and appreciation for the people who were shitting on it? How would you feel if you were hoping to please them with your authentic, heartfelt creation--because you and they share a love and passion for the same thing--and they responded with scorn and vitriol, and refused to see the value of what you created, simply because it wasnt exactly what they were hoping for?
Critique is one thing. Constructive criticisms, sure. But damn, you guys are being straight up nasty.
Seriously, people. This is shameful. You can do better.
Hate me in the comments if u like. I said what I said.
a/n: I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH! i have a question for you guys... i'll go ahead and announce now;
SOME COLORS IN MY COLOR COLLECTION ARE GETTING SEQUELS. in fact, GREEN is getting a sequel called EMERALD.
which means; PINK is up for a sequel! it would be called ROSE QUARTZ / ROSE and would tell about Tom and Pink expanding their family and giving Ella a little brother or sister... She would be 2 in that story, and sassy as she is now... could you imagine how she would be if Tom gave his love to another baby?! it would be so hilarious and cute. so if you're up for PINK getting a sequel, let a girl know! 💗
summary: Being a single mother and college student is hard, especially when child-care is not an option for you two weeks into your last semester at school. However, Professor Hiddleston is suddenly intrigued by you from the very first day of class. When you have to start bringing your daughter, Ella, to class, he decides to help you out. Little did you know, you'd fall in love with the guy, after promising yourself you were done with men after your daughter's dad walked out on you.
pairing: Professor!Tom Hiddleston x Female!Reader
warnings: fluff, angst, eventual smut
**cover picture made by hiddleshinee**
L I N K S
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The morning began quite rough.
Nearly oversleeping thanks to missing the alarm, you were dealing with a very fussy Ella last night. You walked the floor with her so much that you were honestly surprised your footprints weren’t engraved on your hardwood.
You weren’t ready to let Tom leave last night. He stayed and had dinner with you, but then you had to say goodnight… He had to get in his Jaguar and leave with Bobby in tow.
You were beginning to feel like a lovesick teenager. Pining after your boyfriend -- if that’s what he was at this point? -- and missing him like crazy. You even pulled the classic and watched the Jag disappear. Ella was attached to your hip, her bottom lip trembling as she saw him depart.
It truly broke your heart.
And while Ella was constantly crying last night, you came so close to calling Tom. He promised you last night that if you and Ella needed him, no matter how grueling the hour, he would be there. But you couldn’t bring yourself to dialing his number or even sending so much as a simple text. He was a professor full-time, not to mention he probably had numerous side projects going on outside of school.
It would’ve been a disturbance.
Ella was whining still as you got her dressed, sleep stuck in the corners of your eyes. You were essentially a walking zombie and you weren’t sure if any amount of coffee in the world would cure it. After another pestering yawn, Ella glared at you, spitting the pacifier out.
Sighing, you picked it up and held it to your mouth while fastening her into the car seat. She strained her legs out, tensing her entire body as you tried to make her settle.
“Baby girl, please,” You begged. Her blue eyes caught the sight of her stuffed bunny on the coffee table, her hands stretching for it. You quickly grabbed it, handing it to her. She held it to her, the cries only withheld for a minute until she broke out into another cry.
Sighing, you picked up her car-seat and walked around the house. You went into the bedroom to grab your bag for school when something caught your eye. Ella was still screaming at the top of her lungs. You made your way over and picked it up, soon realizing that it was Tom’s shirt. Apparently, he had left it from his overnight stay on Saturday, as it was the one he wore for your outing.
You couldn’t help it. You inhaled the scent, his cologne still wrapped around the fabric. Glancing down at Ella who was red-faced, you bit your lip.
“Ella-Bella!” You exclaimed. You bent to the ground where she was and began tucking Tom’s blue shirt around her body. Ella’s piercing blues looked down at what you were doing, the tears rolling. When her hands touched the soft cotton tee, you held your breath. Her little nose scrunched up. The cries soon turned into whining, which then transitioned into whimpers… Until she was silent.
She realized the familiarness of the shirt against her skin, her own airways filling with the scent of him. Holding the shirt, she tossed the bunny by her feet and worked to gather Tom’s shirt up into her hands. Bringing them towards her, it was the first time since yesterday that you saw her smile.
“You miss him…” You realized, sitting on the floor in front of her. Pulling your knees to your chest, you breathed out. “Oh, Ella, we’re in deep now…”
Ella’s eyes peered over at you, a small giggle leaving her pouty lips. Closing your eyes, you scrambled to your feet, hooking your arm underneath the car seat’s handle. You and Ella were out of the door, hitting the road minutes later.
The car ride was filled with your music, but Ella was content with Tom’s shirt. You kept glancing at her, noticing the way her eyes lit up. At one point, she had the shirt completely against her cheek, her eyes fluttering with the motion of the car. You couldn’t fight the smile that inched across your features.
She was just as attached, if not more, than you.
Blinking, you pulled into your usual parking space and threw on your sunglasses. You saw as people continued to stare at you. You wore a pair of jeans and a white button-up that actually fit, opting for a pair of sneakers. You had on a few gold bracelets and a random watch you found - one you had thought you lost - and even threw in another pair of diamond studs.
Even if this morning you woke up to a hot mess, you did have a man to turn on, especially for Friday.
Oh, Friday… It couldn’t get here quick enough.
When you made it to Tom’s office, you saw that the door was cracked, but voices of two men were heard. You furrowed your brows and bit down on your lip, unsure if you should intrude.
“Tom, you’ve been keeping a student's daughter for nearly two weeks now?” A man asked.
“Yes, I have. In fact, she’s my student, Craig. It has been no issue whatsoever, it hasn’t hindered my capabilities by any means.”
The man sighed heavily.
“Craig, she’s a straight A student. I also have her in my class just before Tom’s. She’s phenomenal. Her GPA is a 4.0. She’s remarkable, honestly.”
“Then you see nothing wrong with their interaction, Benedict? I do value your opinion on the matter, considering you and Tom have been colleagues for so long.”
Professor Cumberbatch laughed.
“I see nothing wrong with it, at all.”
Craig chuckled. “I have to ask, Tom. Are you and this student seeing each other outside of school? You know we have a strict policy.”
Tom bit down on his lip, although you couldn’t see. You were nestled in the chair beside the door.
“Yes, we are. But Craig, I can assure you. Nothing between us will affect anything. She graduates in December… Let me just say, if you saw her daughter, Ella? You would have different thoughts.” He laughed, causing you to smile.
However, when Tom said Ella’s name, she immediately registered. Releasing a squeal, your eyes darted down to her.
“Shh!” You hissed.
“There she is,” Tom suddenly said. Moments later, the door opened. “Good morning, Darling… Hi, baby girl!” He exclaimed, seeing as Ella’s entire world lit up at the sight of Tom. He picked up her carrier and brought it inside of his office. Pushing cover, Ella was now exposed to the eyes of the older gentleman.
“Craig, this is Ella… Ella, this is Craig. He isn’t as mean as he looks, I promise.” Tom winked, causing Craig to laugh. “Also, this is Y/N.”
Craig turned his eyes over at you. Stretching out his hand, you quickly shook it before he turned his attention back over to Ella. Tom unfastened her and picked her up, her hands clutching onto his shirt the entire way out.
“She is beautiful!” He suddenly exclaimed.
You beamed, looking down at the floor. “Thank you,” You whispered quietly. Craig drew in closer, Ella’s blue orbs settled on him. She giggled loudly and hid her face inside the crook of Tom’s neck.
“Seems as if someone is very attached to our favorite professor…” He trailed.
“Ahem, second-favorite. I’m first.” Ben cleared his throat, clasping Tom on the back who rolled his eyes. Craig and you both stifled laughs at the same time as you saw Ella light up in his arms.
Craig then turned to you. “Ms. Y/L/N, I’ve heard excellent things about you, but I’ll tell you the same thing as I’ve told Tom… If you two are seeing each other outside of school, it cannot hinder your capabilities as a student. But I understand, you are a straight A student with a 4.0 GPA, set to graduate in December… I agree with Benedict, you are remarkable, especially to have a child throughout the semester. I wish you all the luck, and I cannot wait to place your diploma in your hands on December 7th.”
You blinked, registering his words.
“T-Thank you so much,” You whispered. He smiled, turning his eyes back over to Ella.
“She is so adorable!” He laughed.
Chuckling, you smiled. As he left, Benedict turned to look at you both.
“Thank you for sticking up for me, Professor Cumberbatch,” You said softly. He laughed, shaking his head.
“Please, call me Ben… Especially if you’re seeing Tom, here. He’s a friend, so I consider you one too.” He winked. Rubbing your shoulder on the way out, he retreated to his office, closing the door behind him.
Checking the time, you had ten minutes before your first class. Sighing, you took a seat in front of Tom’s desk as he played with Ella.
“I see someone found my shirt,” He chuckled, realizing the tee belonged to him. Ella clutched it in her tiny grasp, Tom blowing kisses into the crook of her neck as she squeaked.
You couldn’t help but lean forward, your head on his desk. Tom’s blue orbs flickered over at you.
“Come here, Darling,” He motioned. You slowly picked your head up and stared at him, exhaustion covering your gentle features. You trudged over to Tom and felt as he maneuvered his legs. With Ella pressed to his chest, he sat you down on his lap. Throwing your legs over his, you curled against his neck, your lips pressing to the flesh.
Tom’s hand came to move through your hair, his fingers massaging into your scalp. It all produced another big yawn, Ella mimicking your motions by laying her head on his shoulder. Her tiny hand stretched out to rest on your chest while she cuddled to Tom.
“Rough night, Baby?” He asked, moving his hand to your hip. Sneaking around, he found your abdomen and started to push circles into the spot he vividly remembered from yesterday. You whined at the touch, your body aching.
“Yes,” You whispered, your voice cracking. “She wouldn’t sleep… I was up nearly all night, pacing the floor with her. Honestly? Even after I fed her, she wouldn’t stop. The only time she was quiet?” You sighed, holding the hem of the shirt to which Ella quickly snatched back from you. “Was when I found this.”
Tom felt horrible. He could hear the need for sleep in your tone. Your eyes were heavy, and rubbing them only seemed to tire you more. “I can’t skip any classes, I have perfect attendance… I’m just so tired, Tom.”
“I know you are, Baby, I know,” He hushed you quietly, pressing his lips to your temple. “You should’ve called me.”
You peered up at him, shaking your head. “You were asleep, this was literally at midnight, then two, then three… and so on and so forth.”
He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “I told you. I don’t care. Wake me up, it’s fine.”
You sighed, nuzzling. “I really don'’t want to go to this stupid class.” You whined, finding the courage to push off Tom’s lap.
He watched as you stood up, nearly stumbling. His heart clenched at the sight and he desperately craved to just make you take a nap on the couch. Sighing, he stood to his feet and walked over to wrap a hand around your waist. Ella smiled at you as Tom pulled you forward. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, making you stop in motion. You rested a hand on his chest as you melted against his mouth.
If you weren’t hanging onto his bicep with one hand, you surely would have fallen from euphoria and exhaustion.
“Try not to fall asleep, Darling. If anything, after Ben’s class, you’re taking a nap before mine.”
You nodded, rubbing your eyes.
Leaning up, you kissed Tom one last time before throwing your bag over your shoulder. You grabbed Ella’s cheeks and kissed her, her own puckering to yours. You laughed, surprised that she wasn’t shoving you away from Tom’s body.
Trudging your way down the hall, you entered Dr. Hutchin’s classroom and settled on the back row. You practically drowned out her voice, because before you realized, your head was resting on your bag and you were sleeping. When you were suddenly awoken by the sound of everyone leaving, you picked your head up and saw the remnants of your drool on the table.
Dr. Hutchins smiled at you.
“Rough night, sweetheart?” She asked.
You sighed, gathering your things. “Yes ma’am,” You breathed out.
She laughed quietly. “I remember those days. Always remember, hug your little girl as tight as you can. One day? You’re going to actually miss days like these. Once she’s grown up and thinks she’s too big for your arms? You’ll miss that little baby.”
You smiled, nodding. “Thank you,” You whispered.
Making your way out of the classroom, you hurried down the hall. When you walked inside, you could smell the coffee. The aroma wafted through your airways and you suddenly begged for it. Pushing your way inside, you saw Tom sitting there with a coffee stirrer. He had a small container of hazelnut creamer and poured it into the liquid.
Ella was seated in his lap with a teething toy in her mouth.
“That smells so good…” You whispered, his head lifting.
With a smile, he put the lid on and handed it to you. “It’s for you,”
Your eyes widened as you walked over and grabbed the coffee. You were about to take a seat on the chair, but he pulled you back towards him. You settled on his lap and began to drink the hot beverage. The caffeine touched your tongue and made a moan leave your lips.
“Yes, baby girl, keep making those noises…” Tom trailed in your ear dirtily, making your eyes flutter. “Can’t wait for Friday,”
You shuddered, turning your eyes down at him.
“You’re so cheeky,” You laughed, kissing him.
He shrugged his shoulders, Ella fussing gently.
“I know, I know,” He laughed. Tom reached over and grabbed the bottle. Shaking it gently, it removed the plastic covering. Moving his arm from around you, he cradled Ella and held the bottle to her lips. She was beginning to try and hold it herself, making you smile.
“You know, she is being a bit fussier.” Tom said quietly. “Even for me,” He laughed.
You sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you took another sip of the coffee.
“I don’t know,” You said in pure honesty.
Tom smiled, feeling as you leaned against him. “Thanks for the coffee,” You said, holding the cup higher. He chuckled, kissing your cheek. You reached out and held Ella’s bottle.
“Does that mean Mommy needs my hand?” He chuckled, now having his hand back. You pouted, Tom immediately putting his arm back around you. His hand rubbed your back again, making you groan.
“I’m sorry, my back always throbs during my period,” You laughed, Tom shaking his head.
“You’re fine, Baby,” He whispered. It was then he reached into his shirt pocket and offered you a KitKat.
“Tom,” You giggled quietly.
He smiled, his eyes full of pure adoration at the sight of you tearing into the paper while still feeding Ella. The miniature sized bar was gone in two bites. Savoring it, you hummed, his fingers working wonders against your lower back.
“Hopefully that’ll do you some good,” He said, kissing your neck sweetly. You giggled, eyes glancing between and Ella. It wasn’t long before she had the bottle gone. You moved around and watched as Tom grabbed the small cloth and draped it over his shoulder.
He gently lifted Ella and placed her over his shoulder, his hand gently patting her back and rubbing it in circles. You couldn’t help but sit there in awe as his entire attention was captivated by her.
“Come on, sweet girl,” He said gently, Ella’s eyes fluttering, the feeling of her belly being full causing her to yawn.
You smiled, the warmth wrapping around your heart. Finally, Ella gave in and released a burp, Tom laughing at her. “That’s my girl,” He whispered, kissing her head.
Pulling her back around, Ella was soon curled up against his chest while you pushed yourself up. Tom grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around her body. Settling himself back into the chair, his blue eyes slowly gazed up at you, now noticing the way you looked at him.
“What?” He smiled.
You shook your head, covering your mouth.
“You’re just… Perfect.” You whispered.
Tom laughed quietly. “Ella’s the perfect one here, not me.” He trailed. “The woman in front of me is perfect, too.” He added, wrapping his hand back around your waist. He pulled you close to him, your head leaning forward so he could press a kiss to your cheek.
You inhaled, a content smile spreading out across your face as you placed the coffee on his desk.
“You’re amazing,” You gushed.
Tom rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re trying to flatter me,” He sighed.
“Well, when you’re a man clearly written by women… It shows.”
His eyebrows knitted together at your statement. “Written by women? Oh, Love,” He smirked.
You hit his shoulder playfully. “You are! From the way you talk, dress, the way you look, Tom. I mean, you are a walking romance novel. You’re amazing, and you’ve done so much for me… And…” He noticed the way your eyes welled with tears.
“Baby girl,” He said, pulling you closer to him. You sniffled, resting your hand on his chest. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, trying to fight the tears. “Don’t cry or you’ll make me cry,” He said with a smile.
You smiled, lifting your head off of his shoulder. Staring into his eyes, you rested your hand on his cheek. His blue eyes scanned your face, looking at you with such passion brewing in his orbs, it was earth-shattering. Glancing down at Ella who was peacefully asleep against his chest, your heart fluttered.
Pressing your lips to Tom’s, you hummed at the sweet taste. Leaning further into him, his lips fit perfectly against yours. He held one hand to the back of your head as he stroked your hair. Pulling back, you held your forehead to his, your eyes closed.
“I guess I need to get to class…” You bit down on your lip, Tom smirking.
“I really want you to stay…”
Smiling, you kissed him one more time.
“I’ll be back soon,” You promised. Grabbing your things, you headed out the door and towards Dr. Baker’s class.
Thankfully, the coffee and small bit of chocolate had stirred you awake -- not to mention the insatiable kissing skills Tom had. It certainly awoke some part of you that craved for Friday to be tomorrow. Usually, you were hardly the one to smile like a fool while sitting in for Dr. Baker’s dreaded teaching, but today was different.
It was all because you couldn’t get him off of your brain, along with Ella who looked so peaceful in his grasp.
Watching Tom treat you and Ella in the most precious of ways, it made you ponder on why Ian couldn’t do the same. He and Tom were two totally different breeds, both hailing from opposite backgrounds entirely. You wished Ian could be there for his daughter in the ways Tom has already, but part of you began to realize… Ian not being in the picture was the better option.
You and Ella were being showered with adoration by a wonderful man. Tom Hiddleston was the type of man who you prayed Ella could find someday. If you had it to do over again, you would’ve met Tom first.
Ian Scott was amazing at first. Your relationship had started off great. The two of you met at school, you immediately attracted upon seeing his dark hair and emerald eyes. He was beautiful on the eyes and definitely a flirt. It didn’t take him long to ask you out. He was a year older than you and someone completely new.
You two went out for dinner, he informed you he was a nursing student, and you were hooked. It was constant calling, seeing each other, going on dates. You two started dating in March, but then things took a weird turn when the distance began. It was then you should’ve noticed the red flags, as he chose not to pay you any attention. He was always off in another world and sure, you understood that he had studies, but he could’ve set aside some time for you.
Relationships worked both ways.
The two of you ultimately took a break in May and that was when you underwent a slight party phase. Carrie was taking you out to parties every weekend, and you were blacking out most of the time. You recalled the biggest party you two had was her birthday weekend in downtown Boston. You remembered that night, you forgot all about who Ian Scott was. The drinks were being poured, you and Carrie on the dance floor, letting go.
Then you woke up to a massive hangover and threw the contents of your stomach up.
Needless to say, Ian appeared nearly a week later and professed his love to you, saying how utterly stupid he was to betray you in the ways he had. He promised he would never desert you again and that he wanted to build a life with you. Before you knew it, you let him back in, and the two of you were in the sheets together.
Not long after that, you were met with the positive pregnancy test.
Ian and you were starting your relationship back again on a very different foot.
Bringing a baby into the world.
And all throughout the pregnancy, he was there -- but then he wasn’t. He seemed excited, and then it would fly out of the window. However, you were assured that the moment you delivered Ella and he cut her cord, saw her face, touched her precious skin, he wanted to be a father.
But two weeks was enough to damage him enough to walk out on you and Ella. Only to run into the arms of another girl.
What’s done is done, he’s not in the picture. The day he left was the last time you ever saw him and you hoped you’d never see his face again.
Soon your eyes gazed up to see Dr. Baker had just finished his lesson. Biting down on your lip, you ensured to have your things quietly packed away so you could hurry out of the stuffy classroom. When you escaped after his dismissal, you hurried into Tom’s office.
You turned the corner and saw a blonde-haired girl settled in one of the chairs. Ella was settled in Tom’s lap, chewing away on a toy, her eyes gravitating between the blonde and Tom. You furrowed your brows and realized it was a student from his class, asking questions about the final draft of the paper.
“Is there any extra credit available?” She asked quietly and you noted the way her voice changed.
Oh, cut the act, sweetheart.
You sat there, not wanting to intrude, but you also wanted to hear how Tom answered her.
“No, Ms. Stephens. There’s no extra credit.” He breathed out.
“Are you sure?” She giggled flirtatiously. You mentally gagged yourself. The desperation was evident in her voice. What made students like her become that bold? “Being a Daddy must be tiring.”
“Ms. Stephens, this is not appropriate behavior -- I am your professor. You are my student. That’s all this is.” He said in a more blunt way. You snickered to yourself.
“But the mother of that kid is your student too.” She argued back.
Just before you could get up and say something, you heard a noise.
Peeking around the corner, you saw Ella pushing herself up from Tom’s chest. Her eyebrows knitted and you saw her… squint?
“Ella,” Tom coaxed gently, but it was no use. Ella began to fidget, the blonde-haired girl staring at her.
“What’s wrong with her?” She asked.
Suddenly, Ella broke out into a louder growl. Her gums were showing and you then saw her hand move to rest against Tom’s cheek. Ella’s head drifted between Tom and the girl, but once her eyes locked on her, she got louder. Her face began to turn red as she dug her tiny feet into the tops of Tom’s legs. You covered your mouth at the sight.
What is she doing?!
“Ella!” Tom said, shaking her leg gently. You then pried your way inside, unable to take it anymore. When you did, Ella’s eyes shifted to you immediately. The growl started to slow down, but her hands left Tom and reached for you.
“Hi, baby girl,” You said, walking over. Tom released her and Ella wrapped her tiny arms around you. Kissing your cheek, her head then rolled back over to stare at the girl. She growled again, pure attitude lacing the noise.
“You need to get that thing checked out,” The girl said suddenly.
You stared at her with a huff. “Maybe you should leave while you still have teeth.”
The girl gasped, Tom’s eyes widening. She quickly gathered her things and stared at you.
The door quickly shut behind her and you smiled, turning to Ella.
“That’s the second time she’s done that,” Tom announced, making you stare.
“When was the first?” You laughed.
“Yesterday, in the store. This woman started flirting with me and Ella growled at her.” He informed you with a laugh. Your eyes grew wide as you looked at your daughter.
“Did you take up for Mommy?!” You exclaimed, kissing her belly. She erupted into a fit of giggles and held onto your cheeks. You continued to blow air against her belly, the noises it created only sending her into another rage of laughter. Tom smiled and pushed himself out of his chair. Making his way over, he wrapped his arms around you from behind.
Ella smiled up at him, leaning her head on your shoulder while Tom kissed her head.
“You’re sexy as hell when you defend yourself…” He trailed, kissing your neck. The feeling of his lips plucking against the skin mixed with the gentle swipe of his tongue. You softly moaned at the feeling, his hands holding your hips and backing you into him. You hissed at the feeling of his member pressing against your backside.
“Keep that up,” You gulped. “And we don’t make it to Friday… And Ella might have a sibling.”
He chuckled darkly, adding one more kiss to your sweet spot that made your toes curl.
“Someone got a Daddy kink?” He winked, grabbing your bottom in his hand.
“Tom!” You hissed, spinning back around. Staring at him with wide eyes, he licked his lips deviously.
He knew the game he played.
“I bet you love being called a good girl too…” He said, tucking his finger underneath your chin. Tilting your head back, he hovered his mouth back over your neck.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this with my daughter in my arms…” You huffed.
His eyes slowly picked up to stare at Ella. “Ella-Bella doesn’t mind,” He smirked. “As long as I do this,” He whisked her out of your arms and kissed her cheeks, hearing as she burst into giggles. “-- she’s fine.”
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, checking the time.
“Alright, I’m going to Ben’s class, then I’m taking a nap,” You whispered, a yawn soon producing.
Tom chuckled gently, kissing you goodbye as you left for class.
When you returned from Ben’s an hour later, the first place you headed was the couch. Tom even had a pillow and blanket ready for you. You smiled up at him with a gentle shake of your head.
“The Queen’s bed,” He laughed. “Or should I say… lounge couch.” He winked.
Smiling, you walked over and laid down, your body feeling immediate relief once you settled against the cushions. However, once you were there, you realized… This couch could easily fit two.
Slowly peering up, Tom was noticing the way you looked.
“What is it, Beautiful?” He asked.
“Come lay with me?” You asked. “You and Ella,”
He glanced at your daughter who broke out into a smile. “Do we want to lay down with Mommy?”
Ella giggled which qualified as a yes.
Making his way over, you scooted so you could make room for him. Once Tom was laying down beside you, you turned your body over so your arm draped across his stomach. Ella was settled on his chest, her head turning to face you.
You both smiled at one another, your lips moving to press against her forehead.
“I love you, Ella-Bella…” You whispered.
Tom had his arm wrapped around you, the blanket pulled to your waist. You nuzzled closer to him and he quickly set an alarm just in case you both fell asleep.
He was going to try his hardest to stay awake, but that proved to be a failure.
Five minutes into the cuddling session, all three of you were passed out. Tom had his arm tight around you, while the other secured Ella. Your hand draped across his, the two of you essentially having a hold on your baby girl. You snuggled into his chest while your leg settled in between his.
His office door was closed, but thirty minutes before his alarm was set to go off, the room door opened.
“Hey, Tom, could I get you to --” Ben said, his eyes glancing up at Tom’s desk. Eyebrows pulling together, he slowly gazed over to the lounge couch.
Tom’s head was turned to press against yours. Your arm was wrapped around him, Ella’s rising and falling with his chest. Ben smiled at the group.
You looked like a small family.
Ben smirked, pulling out his phone. “Gotcha…” He trailed. “This will make great Christmas cards.” He chuckled. Snapping a picture of you three, he disposed of his phone into his pocket. Gently tiptoeing out of the door, he closed it back, and turned the blinds so it looked as if Tom was out of the office.
He knew how hooked his best friend was to you and Ella.
Tom Hiddleston, thus far, had been the best thing to ever be yours.
Loki's messed up. you're mad, and he knows it. so what does a demigod who is learning to be in a functioning relationship decide to do? make you cupcakes. and then fuck the shit out of you.
who doesn't love romantic possessive groveling Loki? come on now.
Word Count: 3300
Warnings: 18+ heavy smut.
Relationships with a god are a weird thing. Particularly one that was still trying to unlearn his sociopathic tendencies.
You thought about this as you angrily washed the dishes, suds flying onto your sweatshirt as you slammed pots into the soapy water. The dirty dishes were just another thing rubbing you the wrong way. It was totally his turn.
First, Loki was gone for two weeks. Something urgent on Asgard. As if you could verify that. He hadn’t given you any details, just suddenly appeared in the doorway one morning with his gold breastplate on, telling you he’d be back as soon as he could.
When was he going to start inviting me? you thought, angrily scrubbing some two-day old pasta sauce from a bowl. You’d think six months would be enough.
Six months of waking him up from his night terrors, the kind that left him drenched in sweat and disoriented. Holding him until he believed that Thor was still alive, or he wasn’t under the Tesseract’s control, or Odin wasn’t here to lock him up. Six months of discovering the Loki he showed to no one else.
Anxiety took over in his absence, convincing you that Loki had returned to his realm permanently, without you. Your heart had leapt when you heard the familiar roar on your balcony, but he hadn’t seemed excited to see you at all when the Bifrost spit him out. He just swept in, looking distracted and worried, a quick peck on your cheek instead of his warm embrace. So you’d decided to withdraw.
And now, despite your anger, you missed him. Even though he was in the same house as you, he felt unreachable.
“Loki, I’m going for a walk,” you called through the closed door of his office. No answer. You scoffed in frustration as you laced up your tennis shoes, the hurt landing like a dull thump in your chest.
As soon as Loki heard the door click shut, he emerged from his office, getting to work right away. He didn’t know how long you’d walk, but it was usually an hour. Considering how cold you’d been toward him, he felt like you might be gone at least two.
Loki knew it was his fault. He saw the way you shut down after he’d returned from Asgard, and it broke his heart. But he couldn’t tell you why he’d gone. He had no reason for this mental block that was keeping him from you, besides fear. Tonight, he hoped, would be different.
He grimaced as he saw the heaping pile of freshly washed plates and bowls that you’d just finished. He didn’t have an excuse for those.
The dark-haired man sent a green flash over the dishes, drying them instantly. He whisked them away with a flick of his wrist and took a deep breath.
Loki set to work, filling your tiny apartment countertop with flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, mixing bowls and spoons. He raced back to his office where he’d so carefully printed out a recipe and taped it to the cabinet above the stove.
All right Laufeyson, absolutely no magic for this, he told himself, tying an apron around his waist.
For the next hour, Loki succeeded in covering himself in flour, cracking an egg on the ground, and spilling the vanilla. To his own delight, the twelve lopsided cupcakes that emerged from the oven looked perfectly edible. He pried each one out of their tin with the dexterity of a surgeon, wanting every detail to be perfect for you.
He whipped the frosting until he was sweating, then carefully spread it with a knife on top of each cupcake. Finally, breathless but utterly proud of his hard labor, he placed the twelve cupcakes on a plate and stepped back, anxiously waiting for your return.
You returned to your front door, flushed but refreshed from your long walk. You sniffed the air in the hallway, confused. It smelled…good for a change.
You turned the key in the lock and jumped. There was Loki, sitting expectantly on one of the kitchen stools. Your eyes landed on the piles of dirty dishes in the sink, the eggshells lying on the counter.
“Did you…fucking…bake?” you asked incredulously to the grinning man in front of you.
Loki’s cheeks were flushed. Flour coated his apron and had landed in his black curls, tinting the ends of them gray. He looked so proud of himself, you couldn’t help but smile a little bit.
“All by myself,” Loki said. “No seidr.”
“Wow…” you said, closing the door behind you and moving closer to inspect his work. They were…charming. The frosting sagged a little, and the tops of them were a little singed.
“They’re for you,” Loki said, his voice timid.
“For me?” you said, taking one. His eyes widened as you took a thoughtful bite.
“Oh, fuck, are they disgusting?” he said after you didn’t answer.
You chewed a little longer, relishing the suspense you were giving him.
“I’m very impressed,” you responded, finally, unable to suppress your smile even with your mouth full. His eyes lit up, his cheeks creasing with that smile you loved so much. He looked almost bashful, something you didn’t know he was capable of until very recently.
After a few moments, he spoke again.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve been awful lately.”
You licked the frosting off your fingers as you considered him.
“Continue…” you said slowly.
“I’ve neglected you, darling, for no good reason except my own anxieties.”
“…so this was a peace offering?” you asked reproachfully, motioning to the cupcakes.
“Yes…,” he drawled. “I know it doesn’t make up for anything, but, I-” his voice trailed off and he looked at his hands.
“It certainly didn’t hurt,” you smiled. His face brightened a little.
“I thought you weren’t coming back this time,” you said after a long pause. “From Asgard.”
He looked at you, his concerned eyes searching your face.
“I thought you were done with me. And then you got back and it’s like you can’t stand to be in the same room as me,” you finished. Your voice was quiet, hints of anger still audible. “What’s with that?” you asked, meeting his blue eyes. “I thought we were a team.”
Loki reached for you and stroked a tentative thumb over your chin.
“I’m so sorry, darling,” he said, raising your face to look at him. “I hate that I made you feel like I’d abandoned you. I would have come back sooner I just-”
“Just what?” you prompted, feeling your frustration at him returning.
Loki sighed, grabbing one of your hands and holding it between his.
“I was putting things in order so you could come to Asgard.”
Your mouth fell open.
“And I didn’t know if it was going to be possible at all, and so I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry for that, I just didn’t want to get false hopes. And….” Loki trailed off, looking ashamed. “Then once I got back I somehow convinced myself that you wouldn’t want to come at all. And so I…shut down. And that made you hate me. And now here we are. Cupcakes.” Loki chuckled ruefully, gazing up at you again.
“Oh, Loki,” you sighed, your anger dissolving instantly. “You want me to…”
“You don’t have to come, if you don’t want to.” Loki said, quickly. “I don’t want to put pressure on you. I think I was…afraid. To ask you.”
You were so proud of him. The Loki you knew six months ago was unrecognizable to the man before you. Feeling real emotions, talking about them, not shoving them down.
“Did…did you talk to Odin?” you said incredulously, sinking to rest on his lap.
“Unfortunately,” Loki grimaced. “There was no getting around it.”
You held his face in your hands, your love for him spilling over unbearably.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said, planting a kiss on his cheek. “That must have been so hard.”
“It was,” he replied, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “But you made me feel like I could.”
Your chest felt like it was on fire. It was such a good feeling after so many days of longing hurt, feeling like the end was in sight. Now, it seemed like this was just the beginning.
You held his face tighter, looking him dead in the eye. His unwavering gaze stared back at you, his eyes full of relief.
“Look at you,” you grinned, playing with a flour-dusted curl. “Prince Loki, absolutely whipped for a Midgardian girl.”
His gaze grazed over your lips, then flicked back up to your face. You saw desire pooling in his eyes, and knew you were done for.
“Guilty as charged,” he whispered, drawing you closer to him.
“Uh uh,” you put a finger up to his tempting lips, a barrier preventing him from enveloping you in a kiss. “Despite your bribe, Laufeyson, I’m not doing the fucking dishes again,” you whispered into his ear, tickling the sensitive skin on his neck with your breath. You took his chin in your hand, turning his entire head so he stared at the pile of sticky dishes in the sink instead of your lips.
His greedy hands grabbed the curve of your ass harder, undeterred. He grinned, a hint of the wickedness that once consumed him making itself visible again. It didn’t scare you anymore. It just meant you might not be able to walk tomorrow.
His eyes snapped back to yours, so cocky in his magic that he didn’t even have to look at what he was doing. One careless flick of his two fingers dissolved the residue on the dishes and the crumbs on the counter. They stacked themselves in the drain, shining and dry.
He raised one eyebrow at you as the last dish flew into its place.
“Satisfied, my lady?” Loki teased, letting his hands trail higher up your thighs.
“Not yet,” you told him, biting your lip as you reached down to untie his apron.
“Mmm… good answer…” Loki said, sly seduction in his voice. He gripped you tighter, and in one smooth movement, he rose from the stool, lifting you to straddle him as if you weighed nothing. Your body responded before you could register what happened, your legs wrapping around him and your hands instinctively pulling his lips to yours. He moaned appreciatively into your mouth, your kiss sending shockwaves of heat between his legs. God, he’d missed you so much.
Your tongues collided over and over again, each kiss getting sloppier than the last. Your bodies were on autopilot now, falling into each other as if no time had passed. Loki wasted no time striding into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He kneeled on the bed, still holding you at his waist as he lay you down, refusing to let an inch of air between the two of you. He rolled his hips on top of you, his hungry mouth devouring your lips with such ferocity you thought he’d never let you up for air. You loved it.
His rock-hard cock made its presence known on your stomach as he pressed his body into you. You felt it twitch with every sweet noise you made into his mouth. He wanted you so badly.
“Mmm…babygirl…” Loki breathed into your neck after your lips broke apart. “Did you think of me?”
Your back arched against him, remembering all the nights he was gone and how your body ached for him, an unbearably deep craving. How despite your best efforts, your own fingers could produce only a fleeting climax that temporarily dulled the ache.
“Tell me…how you touched yourself to the thought of me…” he groaned, licking a hot stripe up your abdomen with his wicked tongue.
“I did, Loki…I did…” you gasped, knowing just how to stroke his ego. “So many times. Every night. I craved you and only you.”
“That’s right, darling,” he crooned, tugging the edge of your panties down your hips a little with his teeth. “Only I can make you scream…”
“I couldn’t bear it…” you gasped, three weeks of aching for him much too long. “You drive me crazy…”
“Let me make it up to you…” Loki replied, making your panties disappear in a glimmer of green light, baring yourself to him. The kisses he lay on your inner thighs burned white-hot, your skin on fire from his touch.
“Please…” you begged him. You spread your legs wider, to his delight, desperation evident in your dripping cunt.
At the first toe-curling contact of his tongue against your clit, your back arched and your mouth fell open, curses of anguished pleasure tumbling off your lips.
His teasing flicks soon became deep strokes as your moans encouraged him, his tongue consuming you with such vigor, it was like he thought you were going to dissolve at any moment.
“Fuck…baby…” Loki moaned against your skin, attacking your clit with more of those addicting swirls of the tip of his tongue. “You unravel me…” he said in a lusty voice, sucking the juices that flowed onto his fingers when they teased your entrance. He looked at you when he did this, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes blazed, showing you how much he loved to destroy you.
His head dipped again, this time his tongue darting in and out of you with incomprehensible speed. You were going to come, so much faster than you wanted to.
“Loki…oh” your voice hitching on another wave of pleasure that ricocheted from his tongue.
“Loki…” you called again, fumbling for his curls. Reluctantly, he emerged from between your legs.
“Mhmm?” he groaned, lapping your juices with a long, slow lick up the length of your slit. God, it was so hard to make him stop. “Darling, what is it?”
“Please…” you felt your pleasure start to deflate with the denial you put yourself through. But you needed something else from him.
“I want…” you whimpered, writhing your hips under him, urging him forward. “I want to come on your cock…” He understood instantly, his hands flying to his belt to rip it off. Your greedy hands reached for him, tearing his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His cock strained in his boxers, the sight of it sending fresh floods to your cunt. You were desperate to be filled by every inch of him, and you told him so.
In an instant, he was on top of you, pressing his delicious weight into you as he kissed you fervently. The taste of your cunt still lingered on his tongue, a reminder of how he possessed you.
“Augh…” Loki moaned your name as you swiped the head of his cock with your thumb, taking a drop of his precome with it. You raised it to your lips and sucked it off, your eyes locked on his as you did so.
“You taste so fucking good, my prince…” you said with a breathy moan, his salt dancing on your tongue.
Loki looked at you with a primal intensity, his chest heaving as he watched you. More slick leaked out of his tip onto your chest. It slid down your breasts, an image that made his cock impossibly harder, twitching with want as he panted into your mouth, both your juices mingling between your tongues.
“Gods…you’re exquisite…” panted Loki, swiping his dripping tip up and down your entrance. “You know that?” His velvet voice and your aching core were too much.
“Show me, then.” Your voice wasn’t harsh, but commanding nonetheless. Loki understood, his urgent movements slowing to look you in the eye. He’d let you down when he left, and he knew that he couldn’t in good conscience let you sleep tonight until you collapsed on top of him, utterly spent.
“For you, my darling, anything,” he groaned, gathering some of your juices in his palm to stroke himself with. He positioned himself between your hips, rubbing your clit with a lazy thumb as he began to press into you. You opened nearly instantly, your body so desperate to feel him inside you that he slid in nearly to the hilt.
“Ohh…Loki…oh my god…” you gasped at his fullness, your fingers digging into his back as you beckoned him closer, deeper, further inside of you.
“Mmfffuck…” Loki groaned as he sank himself into you, lips locked on yours. His tongue in your mouth and his cock splitting you open made you feel utterly full, complete in his arms. Your body quivered with pleasure as his hips rolled gracefully, beginning to fuck you in the most sensual way a man could.
“Oh.hh..hh,” you cried as you felt the ridges of his head beginning to ram that sweet spot inside of you.
“That’s it, my sweet girl,” Loki growled. “Look at you, taking my cock so well…Fuck.”
He captured your lips in another deep kiss, but this time, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and rolled you on top of him, his cock still deep inside you. You yelped in surprise, but cried out as soon as you felt his hands on your waist again, pushing you deeper into his length. You moved your hips side to side, enjoying how Loki’s face contorted in pleasure as your walls clenched around him.
“Fuck me, sweet girl, that’s it,” he moaned, his fingers bruising on the small of your waist. “Use my cock…ohhhhmmmfuck…that’s a good girl.”
Your entire body began to feel tense, the denied pleasure from before returning with double its previous strength. Wetness flowed down your thighs as he stretched you open, fueled by the mewling noises he was making as you rode him. Your legs shook as you raised yourself up and down his shaft, rolling your hips onto him faster and faster, your pulses becoming more urgent as you approached your peak.
You grabbed his hands desperately as you fucked onto his cock, guiding them in a slow, sensual trail down your body. First your breasts, then the soft skin of your abdomen, the fullness of your thighs. You loved feeling his hands on you, and you knew it was guaranteed to drive him over the edge. Loki quivered, his breath coming in desperate gasps, his release growing dangerously close as he was enraptured by your body.
“Darling…augh..fuck..” he panted, his cock tightening within you. “I’m gonna come, darling, please, come with me, come on my cock…” he rambled, his voice hoarse with lust.
You took this as an opportunity to fuck him harder. You raised yourself nearly to his tip, slamming down into him until you swore his head hit your cervix. His head fell back with a strained moan of your name, his eyes forced shut as he tried to restrain his release. Your tight cunt squeezed his cock in rythmmic pulses as you fucked down on him again and again, the both of you hurtling towards ecstasy.
You knew you were coming undone when your vision began to blur, the muscles in your core pulsing around Loki’s cock tighter than they ever had before.
“Please…come with me, darling,” Loki’s strangled voice begged you one more time, and you could hold back no longer. You sank down onto him one final time, your head falling back in pure pleasure as you came, throbbing around Loki.
“Holy…fuck…” Your climax sent your prince over the edge. When your walls clenched around him, Loki saw stars as he exploded inside of you. You felt his warm liquid flowing down your walls as you rode out your pleasure together, sweaty and panting as you came back to Earth.
You melted into his chest, your head coming to rest in the crook of his neck. He was still wedged inside you, his release beginning to drip out of you onto the bed sheets. You kissed his damp collarbones, feeling him twitch and shudder inside you with the overstimulation.
“Gods, woman,” he hissed as he reluctantly slipped himself out of you. He held you tighter to his chest, his breath still unsteady thanks to you. “Remind me to bake more often.”
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