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woodelf68 · 2 years

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Strength of Arms

Summary: Sif challenges Loki to an arm wrestling contest. A closer look at a mentioned scene from the pre-canon To Drive The Dark Away. For the @sifkiweek 2022 day one prompt "Battle". Sif and the princes are in the Asgardian equivalent of their teens here. Rated G.

Sif planted her elbow on the table and leaned forward, offering her slightly cupped hand to Loki. He straddled the chair opposite her and copied her pose, fitting their hands together and clasping his ridiculously long fingers around hers. He grinned at her.

Thor covered their joined hands with his own, holding them still. "Ready?" he asked, and waited for their nods. "Set..."

Sif tensed her arm muscles. Loki's eyes were a clear, soft blue as they met and held her gaze, that smile still playing about his lips.

"Go!" Thor released their hands and stepped back quickly as Sif immediately tried to slam Loki's arm down to the table's surface, but he wasn't having any of it, the strength of his attempt cancelling out hers. Their clasped hands barely wavered as the youths of Asgard gathered around them began cheering them on. Sif tuned them out, as she tuned out the gaily-lit hall, the Yule decorations, the smell of the forest brought inside. She narrowed her focus to her opponent, and her desire to win, to prove her strength equal to the young males of Asgard, to prove she had the right to train and fight alongside of them. She was holding her own, but Loki's arm refused to budge more than a hair or two in the direction she was trying to push it before returning to its upright position.

"I hope you weren't expecting an easy victory," he said, sounding all too pleased with himself.

"Nothing about you is ever easy," Sif grumbled, which was an untruth. While at times he seemed to delight in being contrary, at other times the companionship between them was relaxed and easy. When they were alone together, she did not feel the need to brag and boast of her accomplishments and what she would do one day as a warrior of the realm. He had never questioned her worth, her right to follow the path of her choosing, and in return she felt like she could just be Sif, the girl, with him instead of always having to make sure she came across as Sif, the warrior. Her arm dipped slightly to the side as her attention lapsed, and she immediately stiffened it once more before he could press the advantage.

"I like to think of it as staying interesting," said Loki cheerfully.

"What's interesting is..." She squinted. "There's something on your nose."

"That worked better that time we were camping and I could feel that insect crawling on my skin." It had driven him nearly mad trying to dislodge it while still maintaining the tension in his arm, until finally he had put that frustration into a desperate surge of strength and had flattened Sif's arm to the board, dropping her hand immediately to swat at his own nose while Thor had laughed his head off nearby. He tried to conjure up that determination now, but managed to do no more than hold his own. Some of their audience began to drift away, seeking more immediate amusement. Thor dragged a chair over and did as Loki had done, turning it around and straddling it as he sat down. He folded his arms along the backrest.

"You do realise you're supposed to be arm wrestling and not just holding hands, don't you?" he asked helpfully.

"Shut up, Thor," they chorused in perfect unison, and nearly choked on their laughter.

"You look very pretty tonight, Sif." said Loki.

"Thank you," said Sif, not thinking for a second that he was trying to do anything but distract her as she had done him, although truly, they both needed to up their game. "The dress looks well, does it not? It even has pockets."

"I said you looked pretty, not the dress," corrected Loki, "Although it does as well, of course,."

Oh, Sif thought, that was more like it, although she was under no illusions about her appearance. She had strong, bold features, and she was far from being a troll, but she knew she was no great beauty, nor did she really care about such things, not the way she cared about being respected for her skill with a blade. But if Loki truly meant it, she had no objection to him thinking so. "You flatter me, my prince. You look quite handsome yourself tonight." Up close, his black lashes stood out against the porcelain of his skin, and the flickering firelight cast his cheekbones into deep shadow. She thought of the way he had moved gracefully through the pattern of the Yule dance. She had been surprised to see him and Thor rise to follow their parents into the ritual dance for the first time, but they had looked like they belonged there, moving with stately precision and flowing around the other dancers. She dragged her mind back to the present as she felt her arm wobble and forced it back upright.

"Thank you. New tunic," he offered.

"I noticed, but I did not compliment the tunic. Although it is of course very handsome too."

Loki felt his cheeks flush slightly, although surely she was just returning his compliment to him. "I beg your pardon." His muscles were beginning to feel the extended strain on them, but Thor challenged him enough that he knew he could hold on for quite some time yet. And not just Thor, he thought of all the times his father had invited him to try his strength against him in a friendly match, and was glad now of it. Father was right, those matches honed his own strength and endurance in a way that pitting himself against boys his own age couldn't. He forced Sif's arm an inch to the left, she forced his right back. He wondered if her father ever arm wrestled with her.

"Mind you," he said, continuing with the topic of clothing because he didn't have the attention to spare to think of another one right now, "Your dress would look even better in green."

Sif was startled into laughing, and had to fight to gain back the distance as her concentration slipped and her arm tipped towards the side again. It was getting harder to return it to vertical this time, but she was far from giving in. "Would you have me be a copy of yourself?"

Loki shrugged one shoulder somewhat sheepishly. "You are currently a near copy of Thor."

Sif tried to picture Thor's tunic in her mind's eye without turning her head to look at him. Usually he sported a brighter red, but the darker hue he wore tonight suited both the season and the solemnity of the dance he'd taken part in. "Close, but not the same," she admitted. "But it's not as if my mother knew what colour his new tunic would be when she started my dress over a month ago." At least she didn't think her mother had known; she supposed it was perfectly possible that she and Queen Frigga had discussed and compared their children's new Yule clothes as they made them. "And such has always been my colour."

"Anyway," she continued. "Red and green are complementary to each other, we would look better standing together as we are than dressed more alike; why do you think your mother chose green for your colour in the first place?"

Loki was so distracted by the idea that Sif thought they looked good together that he stopped actively pushing against Si's hand for a moment and paid for it as Sif briefly overpowered him and he had to force his arm back upright with a spurt of panic-induced adrenaline. "So Thor and I would complement each other?" He had never thought about it before, and he too fought off the urge to glance at Thor .

Sif did her own one-shouldered shrug. "i think it likely. Ask her."

"i might." He thought for a moment. "If not green, then what about gold with green trim? Would that be complementary enough for you?"

Now this was getting interesting, and Sif suddenly wished they were no longer arm wrestling so she could give this conversation her full attention. "It would," she admitted, picturing herself in something like Loki was suggesting. "But I hardly have the rank to wear gold."

"It would suit you," said Loki, and for once Sif felt that he was giving her his honest opinion.

"Perhaps one day, when I have won fame as a warrior of the realm."

"I will look forward to that day."

Thor feigned a yawn, then looked up as servants began streaming into the hall once more. He straightened his posture, brightening. "Dessert is arriving," he informed his brother and Sif.

Loki unconsciously wet his lips with his tongue. Sif's eyes tracked the motion.

"Shall we call it a draw?" he suggested tentatively. "Equals in strength?"

"Am I no longer an upstart maiden?"

"Aye, you are, but fortunately for you I like upstart maidens." He gave her his best charmingly boyish grin, and Sif was not unaffected. And...the best treats would be snatched up quickly. They would fight together one day, and there was no dishonour in being of equal strength to one's own shield brother.

"A draw," Sif agreed, and let go of his hand as soon as Loki loosened his grip. She reached up to rub her upper arm as Loki shook his own tense muscles out

Thor immediately got to his feet. "A well-matched battle, well fought!" he proclaimed. "Now, let's eat!"

Loki rose and had to fight the instinct to offer her his arm, as he had been taught by his mother, either when they walked together or with certain visiting dignitaries that he was supposed to be polite to. Sif would not appreciate it, he knew; she had told him once that she did not need a man to lean on. He had never meant it thus, only a fool would think that Sif could not stand on her own two feet, but he had respected her wishes and never offered again. So now he merely waited for her to stand and walked beside her as they headed back towards the tables they had been seated at for the feast, where new and delicious-smelling dishes were being set out.

"I think I see what Sif meant about the colours," Thor observed thoughtfully on falling into step beside them and glancing back and forth between their outfits. "Sif and I blend into each other too much, but you and she -- or you and I -- stay distinct. The red and green set each other off well; you do look good together."

"Mine is maroon," said Sif.

Thor gestured vaguely. "It is a shade of red."

Loki looked back and forth between him and Sif, then him and Thor, and last of all, between Thor and Sif. "You're right." It sent a warm feeling through his chest, thinking that Sif looked better paired with him than with his brother, not to mention that his mother had apparently wished to make sure her youngest son did not merely blend into the shadow of her eldest. Suddenly emboldened, he held out his arm to her after all.

"I have been informed, Lady Sif, that we look well together. Shall we?"

The corners of Sif's lips twitched. Perhaps just this once, she thought. "Oh, well, if we look well together, far be it from me to deprive the citizenry of Asgard from admiring the way our colours complement each other." Thor snorted as she laid her hand on top of Loki's forearm. Sif thought of the way Queen Frigga carried herself when walking thus, back straight and head held high, and realised that she didn't look in the least like she was being supported by the man escorting her. She looked like she was granting him an honour. Oh, Sif thought, and glanced at Loki's face, seeing something in his expression that told her she was right. Still... "Just don't expect this to become a habit, Odinson."

"Perhaps just on special occasions?" suggested Loki hopefully, feeling a little giddy at having Sif on his arm.

"Yes," said Sif, "At something like a high feast, you may ask." She looked ahead as they neared her table and met her mother's eyes. She looked very pleased to see what she no doubt considered to be Sif walking like a proper lady on the arm of one of the princes. "Unless my mother starts going on about my future marriage prospects based on this," she added darkly.

Loki glanced from Lady Gná, who did have a certain gleam in her eyes. Loki nearly jerked his arm away, but Sif curled her fingers into his forearm and refused to let go.

"Oh no," she warned. "You wanted this. How do you think it would look if you snatched your arm away now?"

"Sorry. Just reflex. Tell her I acted only as a well-mannered gentleman ought if she presumes anything." He looked towards his own mother and saw that while she too was looking at them, the pleased fondness on her face did not cause him any concern. Sif let go of his arm as they reached her seat and Loki inclined his head towards her parents.

"Lady Gná, General Tyr, I hope you are enjoying the feast."

"Indeed we are." Lady Gná smiled at him in a motherly fashion. "It was good to see you and Prince Thor in the dance this year; your parents must have been very proud of you."

"We like to think so," broke in Thor, deliberately drawing her attention to him. "And speaking of dancing, Sif, you'll join Loki and I for some dancing later, won't you?"

"I'd love to -- If I'm not too full to move." Sif grinned at them as she placed a delicate marzipan swan on her plate, and then added a green-tinted frog to keep it company.

"I'm sure Bragi will be able to keep us all entertained with his tales until our food has settled," Loki said. The skald was a master of his craft, and Loki always enjoyed his performances. "No need to stint on dessert -- unless yours runs away." He sent a flick of seidr towards Sif's plate, and Sif started back as the frog stirred into life and hopped across her plate, the swan lifting and stretching its wings.

Lady Gná exclaimed in delight, echoed by her husband's chuckle, and Sif watched in fascination, trying to see the molded candy that she knew was still in the same place she had set them down and not the illusions, but she simply could not. "I am afraid I cannot allow Sir Froggie to escape my plate," said Sif, and tried to touch the illusion just before it hopped off, causing it to vanish in a shimmer of green magic. She smiled, watching as the swan turned its head to look at her. "It is charming, Loki; I almost hate to dispel it." But she did, reaching out with one finger as if to stroke the swan's feathers. There was another shimmer of seidr, and the swan was no more than a piece of candy again. She considered it for a moment. "How am I supposed to eat it now with the memory of it looking at me though?"

"I'll take it if you don't want it." Thor reached for the swan.

Sif smacked his hand away. "The feeling will pass. Go and eat your own animals."

"She's right, Thor. We'd better go before Father eats your dragon."

"He would not!" exclaimed Thor in a shocked voice. "He knows the dragon is mine."

"I expect he also hopes that you are old enough not to throw a temper tantrum again if he eats it one year."

"I did not throw a temper tentrum! I was just...upset. I had been looking forward to getting a marzipan dragon for weeks."

Thor still sounded woeful at the memory. Tantrum, mouthed Loki to Sif and her family, and Sif had to fight back a snicker.

"You had best go and claim your preferred pieces, then," said Tyr.

"We will," said Thor firmly. "Come, Loki."

Loki said a hasty goodbye as Thor half-pulled him off his feet in his hurry to get back to their own table, and Lady Gná smiled after him.

"Such a polite boy," she praised. "Frigga's raised him well." She looked at her daughter, beaming. "You two make a handsome couple, you know."

Sif rolled her eyes; here it comes, she thought. "So we have been told," she said in a voice that suggested this was a boring topic, move along please. Although... "Mother, do you know why Queen Frigga chose green as Loki's colour?"

Her mother looked blank for a moment at the apparent change of subject, then thoughtful. "Actually, I remember her dressing him in a quite a few blue things when he was just a baby, a darker shade then the ones she favours. The colour brought out his eyes nicely, but then she shifted to greens. I think she might have said something about it complementing Thor's red better."

Sif nearly choked on a bite of flaky pastry as she huffed out a laugh.

"Are you all right?" Gná asked in concern.

"Yes, fine. Just swallowed wrong." She looked towards the high table with a grin. She hoped Loki asked his mother, but if not, she could tell him. Although -- Sif tipped her head, considering. Loki did wear colours other than green, of course, it was just the predominant one in his wardrobe. She could think of a couple of blue shirts he'd had over the years, and her mother was right, they did make the blue of his eyes more noticeable. She tried to picture Loki in more blue -- a blue cloak, more blue tunics, blue accents on his leathers. It was unexpectedly hard, and she couldn't quite picture him in the darker shades her mother had mentioned. Lighter or more medium shades like his mother often wore would suit him better, she decided, perhaps something like steel blue. Perhaps the queen had discovered the same thing, and had switched to green for Loki instead to avoid looking too similar.

But yes, Sif decided judiciously, Loki would look good in blue too.

#ficwoodelf #sifkiweek #loki #sif #sifki #strength of arms #thor #sifki week 2022 #much apologies for the lateness #this past week has been impossible for writing unless i stay up all night #i would have had this posted tuesday except i couldn't figure out the closing lines #it was supposed to end with them breaking for dessert #i had it sounding good in my head while i was thinking it out in the bath #but by the time i could actually get on the computer again the exact phrasing that made them sound like closing lines was gone #i've done nothing online today except try to get this to end #and it kept going and going #and then took a sudden unexpected turn into something with an underlying meaning #which hopefully people will get

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blackbirdloki · 1 year

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WHO THE FUCK WAS GONNA TELL ME THEY DROPPED AN ECCENTRIC PARTY NIGHT MUSIC VIDEO WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP BLURRY EYED THINK THE THUMBNAIL WAS KNIGHTS THEN FREAK TF OUT INSTEAD???

#the bird speaks #I AM LOSING MY ENTIRE MIND #ALL THE TIMES I ASKED HAPPYELE FOR THIS AND NEVER THOUGHT WE'D GET IT AND HERE WE FUCKING ARE #THE WAY I IMMEDIATELY TEARED UP WHEN THEY DID THE POSE. YOU KNOW THE ONE.#OH MY GODDDDD I JUST CHANGED MY ENG BGM FROM THIS TO HONEY MILK BUT DAMN GUESS IT'S GOING BACK #MAYBE I MADE THE RIGHT DECISION TO NOT SPEND DIA ON MIKA AS MUCH AS I WANTED TO BC THEY GOTTA PUT THE ECCENTRIC FITS IN THE GAME NOW RIGHT?#FUCK MAN I DID NOT EXPECT THIS WHEN I WENT TO BED DEPRESSED LAST NIGHT #HEAD EMPTY ONLY FIVE ECCENTRICS #is this the thing that's gonna make me change my phone theme? i think this is the thing that's gonna make me change my phone theme #but fuck how am i gonna find minimalist layouts for them without making them myself???#whatever that's a problem for later loki now loki is STILL LOSING HER MIND!!!#enstars on main

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ainilome · 1 year

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RIP small blue bird

I’d apologize for my old content as I return from the fiery remains of twitter but I’m just as Loki thirsty now as I ever was so sorry not sorry.

At least I didn’t link all my twitter friends to my GW2 fanfic tumblr.

Yet.

#twitter is on fire #still up all night to get Loki #embrace the cringe here on tumblr dot com

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mochie85 · 4 months

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Blue Christmas

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Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)

You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.

Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.

It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.

“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.

“Loki- what?”

“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.

“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.

“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.

“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.

That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.

Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.

The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.

He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.

“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.

“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.

There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”

“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.

“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.

As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.

As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.

“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.

“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”

You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger. “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.

“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”

Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.

You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.

That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.

Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.

Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.

“…Loki…”

“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.

In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.

Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.

“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.

“S’cold,” you gritted.

“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.

“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.

Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.

His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.

You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.

You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”

Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.

He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him. Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…” he whined.

You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”

“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.

You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.

You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.

“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.

He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.

“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.

God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.

He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises. “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.

“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”

“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.

Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”

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mobius-m-mobius · 1 month

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(I'm so sorry for this but) in a roundabout way don't you think Loki taking the brunt of the fall-and-slide off the time runway a foreshadow for him taking the brunt of holding onto the entire multiverse so his new boy best friend can continue to exist? And the fact that he re-materialized and slammed all the way into Mobius' arms really cemented the fact that he was timeslipping back to him the whole time??

Oh no please don't be sorry anon, if anything Lokius angst is probably fueling at least 97.2% of my existence at this point so by all means keep it coming 😂

And yes, I was just thinking about this the other day!! Tbh the first ep of S2 is full of foreshadowing about Loki's fate (most notably the sheets of paper that cover enough of the TVA logo to spell “Time Author” when he's looking for a time stick in the future TVA to get back to Mobius) and it's definitely not a coincidence all the time Mobius spent in S1 fighting to give Loki the chance to be whoever he wanted essentially manifested in Loki realizing what he wants is to be someone there for Mobius in the same way which we see in his every action afterwards.

Then there's Loki's timeslipping which is SUCH a cool visual impact but also just satisfyingly obvious which is probably the main reason I love it, lol. How unbelievably telling that at first when it happens as Loki's anxiety or nervousness builds he's only able to take better control after following the trail of getting back to Mobius then even more so after Mobius physically and emotionally grounds him. Then of course when A.D. Doug explains if Loki focuses on what he "needs" he can control his timeslipping, that's why his reply of needing to save the TVA doesn't activate anything until he gives in to what he *personally* needs first and foremost which is to get back to Don and figure out how to give Mobius the choices he was never afforded upon creation, only to end up doing so in a way that took away the one thing Mobius did want and now here we are 😔

#once again cutting myself off before i ramble all night about timeslipping centering fully about mobius bc i could lol #but getting an entire season of starcrossed love deep enough to break every boundary of time space and being was a gift #unfortunately for mobius having more time doesn't exactly matter if loki's not there too and vice versa #no denying the strength of gesture though 😔#need them to have reunited yesterday but. at the same time angst looks sooooooooo good on them :')))#and tysm for the ask!! as i said please never apologize for bringing up the doom of narrative that is their entire being haha #just makes everything working out someday that much sweeter and it will i just know it #hope you've been having a wonderful weekend 💖#ask

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sun standing in the doorway to my bedroom seething because my dog got in bed first and now theres nowhere for him to lay

#competition every night between sun and loki to see who can get the comfy spot by the wall first hHFJDHSJDBENS #me: fast asleep hugging my puppy because i love when he gets all cuddly at night and lays w his head across my chest instead of at my feet #sun: narrowed eyes doing the 'im watching you' hand motion #hHDHDBSJSNSNS dont look at me im feelin silly #i like 2 think moon gets along w loki really well #hes better w animals in general i think #sun is too jumpy and has all that nervous energy #loki likes him bc he likes everybody but sun is more hesitant abt having dog friend #loki likes 2 growl at n chase the rabbits that live by the dog park and i think that makes some part of moon feel like. vindicated #hhdjdhdejsjskwkwskss #THINKING ABT THIS BC CURRENTLY LOKI IS CUDDLING W ME AND TAKING UP OVER HALF OF THE BED SO LIKE. YEAH #☀️#🌙#mine

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cleo-fox · 8 months

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Close Quarters

Part 1 of 2

Summary: “You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

Your job, as it turns out, is to go undercover at a luxury resort.

The only problem? Your fake husband is Loki Laufeyson—the infuriatingly handsome Norse god turned Avenger who delights in making you flustered. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (Minors DNI), dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, elevator sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, a hint of dom/sub, Dom Loki.

A/N: there will be a part 2. Also have a handful of related one shot ideas, so if people like this, I may post those. This is also posted on AO3.

Your self-sufficiency has always been a point of pride for you, both personally and professionally. The highlight of your career was overhearing Nick Fury say that he didn’t need to send in a team of people for a mission so long as he had you on the payroll. You are calm, competent, and ruthlessly efficient; you are used to relying only on yourself.

So it comes as something of a surprise when Fury informs you that Loki Laufeyson will not only be accompanying you on this undercover mission, but will also be taking the lead.

It takes a lot to render you speechless these days, but this does it. You gape at Fury for a moment before you’re able to speak.

“You never send me in with anyone,” you say.

“This mission requires a unique skillset.”

You scoff. “He can’t do anything that I can’t.”

Fury raises an eyebrow and folds his arms across his chest. “Really? How’s your conversational Sokovian?”

There’s, of course, no argument to be made with this. Your lips press into a thin, hard line. “I still don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it,” says Fury, “you just have to do your job.”

Your job, as it turns out, is to play the part of Nina Pine.

Nina Pine is bubbly and vivacious, the sort of person you’d see in the society pages. She wears designer clothes and owns jewelry that is so ostentatious and expensive that it looks like it must be fake. She is not particularly bright or talented; she is the product of good luck and generational wealth.

Three weeks ago, Nina married Jonathan Pine, who she met six months ago at the home of a mutual friend. Jonathan does something in finance that sounds like it’s just a tarted up version of gambling, but with more complicated rules and less oversight. It is Jonathan’s higher tolerance for risk (and healthy trust fund assets) that has him considering an investment in KorolCo, a company owned by Ivan Litvinchuk. Litvinchuk uses KorolCo as a front to launder money from illegal arms deals.

Loki would be going undercover as Jonathan. Your new husband.

You are not particularly happy about this little detail (a detail that Fury mysteriously failed to mention when you met with him), in no small part because Loki has already started leveraging it to annoy the shit out of you.

“How are you already this annoying when we’re still in prep?” you say after a particularly exasperating meeting.

“I’m simply overcome by my love for you,” says Loki with a cloying faux sincerity that makes you yearn for the sweet release of death.

Fury, you note, is suspiciously unavailable during all of this. After ignoring three of your (admittedly lengthy) emails on the subject, he sends you a frustratingly short reply:

Do your job, Agent.

Maybe you’ll take up meditation.

If there’s a bright side to what appears to be a massive clusterfuck in the making, it’s that you’ll at least get a free vacation of sorts

The mission will be taking place at The Indigo, an absurdly expensive and exclusive hotel on a private beach not far from La Jolla Cove. The Indigo is the sort of place that you’d only read about—the kind of hyper exclusive resort that is only ever mentioned in damning Pro Publica reports about the questionable actions of high ranking public officials. Rooms start at fifty thousand a night and you are staying in one of the suites, which likely costs more. Your room information was included in your briefing materials and it all sounds too good to be true: a soaking tub and waterfall shower. Private terrace with an infinity pool. Private bar. In-suite chef and spa services by appointment. Ocean view.

One Norse god who delights in irritating you (non-negotiable).

You suppose you’ll try and make the best of it.

The first problem is your sleeping arrangements: there’s only one bed. Granted, it’s a big bed, but still—it suggests a level of intimacy that you had not thought about and are not at all prepared for.

“Well, Agent, this isn’t how I envisioned taking you to my bed, but I suppose it’ll have to do,” says Loki on your first evening there.

You chuck a pillow at him, which he easily dodges.

“Keep it up and you can magic yourself a pillow and sleeping bag and sleep in the hall,” you say.

“Even if that were an appropriate accommodation for someone of my rank and title, I rather think it would do some damage to our cover.”

He has a point and you don’t like it. You decide to ignore him and start getting ready for bed.

The pajamas that had been packed for you are a little fancier than what you’re used to—satin and lace instead of cotton tees and shorts. Normally, you’d relish the opportunity to feel a little fancy—it’s an unexpected indulgence, a splurge on the company dime.

But with Loki now thrown into the equation, you are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that the fabric will likely cling to your curves, that the hem of the skirt is just a little too high. You choose the most demure one of the lot—a pale rose colored thing hemmed with lace—and head to the bathroom to change.

Even with the matching robe, you still feel a little awkward and oddly nervous. You avoid looking at Loki—if his gaze is lingering on your legs or your hips, you don’t want to know about it right before you hop into bed with him—and go about your normal routine. You manage to have a relatively normal conversation about your plan for tomorrow and you read a couple chapters of your book before you start to drift off.

It’s a king sized bed with plenty of room, but somehow you wake up perched near the edge of the bed with Loki pressed up against your back.

He’s got one arm wrapped around your waist so that you’re pinned against him and the deep, even breaths brushing against the back of your neck tell you he’s still asleep. You’re pretty sure this must have been unintentional on his part: Loki doesn’t seem like the sort to willingly allow himself to be seen seeking out human contact. It’s too vulnerable, too soft for the sharp and sarcastic veneer he presents to the world.

He shifts slightly in his sleep, his grip on you tightening. Something hard pokes against the curve of your ass.

You can’t help the responding ache between your legs. You should feel embarrassed—and you do, just a little—but there’s a competing feeling of warm curiosity that makes you press your thighs together. It’s been a while and you miss being held like this. The silk of your nightgown is cool and slippery against your skin, and you feel oddly restless and alert despite the early hour.

You should put a stop to this—that is the professional and sensible thing to do. So you carefully lift his arm from your waist and gently extricate yourself from his embrace. You pad to the bathroom, leaving the light off to spare your eyes.

In the bathroom, you run the tap as cold as it will go. You cup your hands and drink before splashing some water on your face in an effort to quell the restless heat building between your thighs.

It doesn’t really work. You’re not entirely surprised—if you were by yourself, you would simply take care of it, but that’s obviously not an option now. Out of curiosity, you slip your fingers between your thighs to assess the state of things and you immediately regret it: you’re soaked and just the feeling of your index finger glancing against your clit is enough to undo the admittedly minimal effect of the cold water.

You splash your face again and shut off the tap, taking a few deep breaths and smoothing your hands against your hair.

You exit the bathroom and slide back into bed. Loki reaches for you in his sleep and you are only half surprised when you let him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him. The throbbing ache between your thighs intensifies and before you can think about it, your back is arching and your breath is hitching.

He pulls you closer and suddenly his breath is warm on your ear. “You know, if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, only a little husky with sleep.

“This is a bad idea,” you say, even as your back arches again and you press yourself against him.

Lips press against where your neck and shoulder meet. “But you want it.” His fingers toy with the hem of your nightgown. “Yes?” he asks, his voice husky against your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe.

“Agent.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Agent.”

Your eyes flutter open. Loki is standing at the foot of the bed, hair wet, and wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he says. “You need to shower and dress if we’re to make it to breakfast on time.”

It takes you a moment to process this information. Partly because he just woke you up from a sex dream about him and partly because wearing only a towel should be fucking illegal when you look like that. You try to keep your eyes trained on his and not let them drift to his flat stomach where you can see a faint smattering of chest hair that gathers in a line that trails directly to his cock. And definitely not to any of the muscles that are on tantalizing display and dotted by drops of water that are begging to be licked away. Nope. Not looking at any of that. Just at his devastatingly handsome face.

Fuck.

“Agent?”

You shake your head. “Sorry. Bit groggy this morning. Finish up what you were doing and I’ll go jump in the shower.”

He gives you a bit of an odd look, but mercifully walks away without further comment.

This gives you an opportunity to stare at his broad back as he walks away. Goddammit, even his ass looks good in that towel.

Fuck.

You have a feeling this is going to be a long week.

It’s only day one and it’s becoming clear to you that you are not really prepared for some of the practicalities of being Loki’s wife.

Specifically: being the primary focus of his flirtations and little gestures of affection. His hand on the small of your back, his fingers lacing with yours, the brush of his lips against the back of your hand or the shell of your ear—it’s all a little overwhelming in a way you don’t expect. It was one thing when he was razzing you in your prep meetings—he was quite clearly doing it to be irritating. But at The Indigo, he has to appear sincere for your cover and that particular detail makes it a different beast entirely.

The fact that both his regular appearance and the blond-haired, blue-eyed glamor he’s adopted for the mission are both devastatingly handsome certainly doesn’t help. Nor does the additional baggage of your sex dream this morning.

Unfortunately for you, Loki quickly ascertains that he now has a great and novel way to fluster you. Equally unfortunate is the fact that he seems to find this as hilarious as he did back in prep meetings, which prompts him to be only more outlandish.

“Are you trying to sabotage this?” It’s later that afternoon and you’ve gone down to the pool with the plan of schmoozing with Litvinchuk and his associates. Loki has clearly decided that this needs to be more difficult than it is and has fully committed to the bit, as they say.

(You’ve also gotten very good at whispering threats under your breath and making it look like you’re flirting; the timing of this is not a coincidence).

“I don’t know why you’re so distraught about sunscreen,” says Loki, rubbing a generous amount between his palms.

“It’s not the sunscreen, it’s that you’re going to find some way to be inappropriate about it.”

“I’d never.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“You wound me.” He places his hands on your shoulders and begins rubbing in the sunscreen, going much slower than you think is strictly necessary. “Perhaps this trip is merely bringing out our natural chemistry.”

“You wish.”

“Is it the hair that does it for you, Mrs. Pine? Do you have a particular fondness for blonds?”

“Do you have a fondness for being murdered in broad daylight? Because that’s the fate you’re headed towards, buster.”

He tuts at you as his hands slide to the small of your back. “Temper, temper. You really need to work on that.”

“Have you considered working on not annoying the ever-loving shit out of me?”

His breath is suddenly warm against your ear. “Now where’s the fun in that? And before you answer, be advised that Tarasevich is looking right at us.”

Fuck. Tarasevich is the most suspicious and paranoid of the lot—years in the Sokovian mafia paired with recreational drug use will do that to a guy. You turn so that you’re facing Loki. He looks at you fondly, looking for all the world like a loved up newlywed just smitten with his new wife.

“One of these days, I’m going to drop kick you into the motherfucking sun,” you say in the sweetest voice that you can muster.

“Now, now, Mrs. Pine, let’s keep the foreplay in the bedroom.” He rests his forehead against yours, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “There’s such a thing as public indecency laws, you know.”

You sigh heavily. “Why are you like this?”

“Oh, because it’s so much fun.”

“Is he still looking?”

“Yes and I’m going to kiss you to put him off, so do try to contain yourself.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll manage.”

You catch a flicker of a smile before he leans in and brushes his lips against yours. You intend for this to be brief, but his mouth is so warm and inviting and before you know it, he’s gently coaxing your lips open and leading your tongue in a slow and seductive caress that has your mind drifting straight to the gutter.

His hand slides to your thigh and you can’t bring yourself to be mad about it.

“Ah, Pine. Mixing business and pleasure, I see.”

You pull back from Loki to find Ivan Litvinchuk standing in front of you, wearing the smug, congratulatory smirk that you often see men like him trading with one another when they think they’re getting somewhere with a woman.

“Normally I try not to, but I’ve found it rather impossible these last three weeks, haven’t I, darling?” Loki takes the opportunity to loop his arms around your waist and pull you into his lap, nuzzling your neck.

You give a good natured laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone would fault me when I have such a tempting little wife.”

This, paired with the squeeze of his hand on your thigh, sends an unexpected rush of heat to your cunt. Fortunately, the effects of this are quickly tempered when you notice that Litvinchuk is eyeing you rather appreciatively. The wardrobe team has really outdone themselves with your clothes, but the swimsuits they’ve sent are definitely more revealing than you are used to—today’s choice is a bikini with a split sweetheart neckline that dips a lot lower than you’d like and a fucking underwire in the top. Underwire! The bottom is no better—it’s both low rise and high cut, the perfect way to ensure that half of your ass is exposed at any given time. Even in the matching translucent cover up—which of course you’ve left on the chair that Litvinchuk is standing in front of—you feel a little more bare than you’d like, a fact that Litvinchuk seems to be appreciating, if the path of his gaze is any indication.

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Pine,” he says, his eyes flicking briefly to your cleavage.

You expertly tamp down your disgust and smile at Litvinchuk before turning around to bat your eyes at Loki.

“You are, aren’t you?” you say, twining your arms around his neck and planting a brief, chaste kiss on his lips.

He gives you a dazzling smile that’s so sincere it makes your stomach flip. “Very much so.”

Another squeeze of your thigh, more heat to your cunt. Fuck.

“Well, Pine, when you are ready to discuss more business—” Here he switches to Sokovian.

This is the part you dislike the most about this particular mission: whenever anything of substance comes up, Litvinchuk and his cronies immediately switch to Sokovian, leaving you in the dark.

To add insult to injury, Litvinchuk still seems infatuated by your cleavage.

Litvinchuk says goodbye a few minutes later and you manage to bite your tongue until he’s out of earshot.

“I really don’t love the fact that he spent half of that conversation sneaking looks at my boobs,” you say quietly.

“Well, to be fair, they do look spectacular,” says Loki. “I’ll have to send a thank you note to the wardrobe team for that.”

Heat stirs hopefully and unhelpfully in your hips at that comment.

“This is what I meant by being inappropriate, you know. Did he have anything interesting to say?”

“He’s invited me to a game of cards this afternoon.”

“Do you need me for that? I could go try and talk to the wives, see what I can find out.”

“Originally, I’d thought no, but since dear Ivan seems so enamored of your assets, it might not be a bad idea to have you come along.”

You sigh. “How am I now at the point in my life where letting an illegal arms dealer stare at my tits is a fucking mission objective?”

Loki laughs quietly. “We’ll keep that out of the final report.”

The card game ends up being a lot worse than you thought it would be. And not because of Litvinchuk’s wandering eyes.

They’ve set up the game on the pool deck tables and chairs. As best as you can tell, it’s a Sokovian twist on a combination of rummy and poker. You’re not the only woman at the table: a few of the other men have their girlfriends or mistresses draped over them like strange human scarves, though their roles seem to be largely decorative.

Loki makes a big show of pulling you into his lap, saying how he just can’t bear to be apart from his new wife for terribly long.

“Ah, young love,” says Mikhnevich. “I remember when my Irina and I were like this.”

“Now she begs for him to leave the house!” says Litvinchuk. There’s a hearty round of laughter—it’s not a particularly funny joke, but you suppose that’s one of the benefits of moving up in the world of crime: people will laugh at your jokes because they’re afraid you’ll kidnap their families or something. It’s all very dysfunctional.

Loki makes an effort to teach you the game, but Nina is not the sort who pays very close attention to that kind of thing, so you find yourself giggling and letting him steal kisses or whisper in your ear as he explains some strategy or another.

There are several problems with this arrangement. The first is that you are positioned on his lap in such a way that you can feel his cock nudging your ass or your thigh, depending on how he’s sitting. And it’s close enough proximity for you to ascertain that he is long, thick, and semi-erect.

The second problem is his thigh; specifically, how it presses against your cunt, how every time Loki leans forward to draw a card, he inadvertently rocks you against the firm muscle. Each time, it feels better than the last; each time, you clench and ache and talk yourself out of riding his thigh until you have a screaming orgasm right on the pool deck. Each time, the idea becomes more and more tempting.

The third problem is his hands. Specifically, where and how they are wandering. He plays it off like it’s unintentional, like he’s just absently fidgeting with the part of your suit that lays against your hip or idly drawing lazy circles on your thigh. You can’t help but think that it must be calculated. He’s spent the last twenty-four hours intentionally trying to drive you crazy–there’s no way that he would pass up an opportunity to play his little games without you scolding him or rolling your eyes.

The fourth problem is that the first three problems are turning you on a lot.

Your clit seems to swell with every pass of his fingertips on your bare skin, no matter how casual. It drags against the slick material of your swimsuit every time you shift on Loki’s muscular thigh. You can feel yourself growing slicker and slicker with every moment. Eventually, it becomes too much and you try to shift in his lap, crossing your legs to give yourself a little relief.

This does exactly nothing useful. Instead, your movement causes his cock to twitch against you, which only escalates your growing arousal. He hooks the elastic of your suit at your hip onto his thumb and pulls, letting it snap back against your skin. His expression is playful when you look up at him, but there’s a fire in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

You are throbbing, your cunt practically weeping with slickness. And you’re pretty sure he knows.

And you’re pretty sure you don’t mind.

You lick your lips.

He hooks his thumb back into your suit at the hip, and this time he leaves it there, his fingers splayed along the curve of your hip. It’s casually possessive and ridiculously hot and the polar opposite of helpful.

He definitely knows.

Your heart is pounding. Can you go into cardiac arrest from being too turned on? You wish you could use Google. At a minimum, some sort of visual equivalent of a cold shower would be helpful. Pictures of Henry Kissinger or something. Budget reports. Taxes. Anything to get your mind off your aching cunt and the mess that you’re making in your swimsuit.

“I think you could do with a bit of a lie down, Mrs. Pine.” Loki's voice is low in your ear. “You seem…warm.”

You would have thought that Loki knowing about your current state of arousal would be cause for humiliation, if not irritation. Instead, it only seems to add fuel to the fire, especially with the way he’s talking to you. You’re not sure how he’s doing this, but it feels like his fucking voice is vibrating in the cradle of your hips, sending a fresh wave of slick arousal to your dripping cunt.

“Yeah,” you say. “Very warm.”

It’s perhaps a testament to your current state of mind that you can only manage this sentence and not some smart remark.

“Would you like my help with that, darling?” he asks. The phrasing is innocent, but the question is loaded. And sincere. You take in a shaky breath. You know all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but you also can’t bring yourself to say no. He may be wildly irritating, but you suspect he’s likely a good fuck…and you really need to be fucked.

You nod. “Yeah…I’d like that.”

“We’ll go up to the room after this game ends,” he says. “And then I’ll take very good care of you.”

It takes everything in you not to whine. Fuck. You didn’t think it was possible to be this wet, this turned on.

Loki shifts slightly, pulling you close against him, his cock now fully erect and pressing hard and thick against your ass.

“Do you feel me?” he asks, his lips grazing your ear. “Do you feel what you’ve done?”

You nod and wiggle your hips slightly, partly to situate yourself and partly because you want a little bit of payback. His grip on your hip tightens.

“I’d advise you not to play games, little wife,” he rasps in your ear.

More heat builds in your hips. You can’t remember the last time you were this turned on. Maybe never. You throw a look at Loki over your shoulder. “It’s not a game,” you say. “I’m just very warm.”

His eyes are dark. “Burning up, I suspect.”

“You have no idea.” You lean back against him, turning so you can nuzzle your face against his neck. God, he smelled good. “Please,” You say it so quietly that only he can hear, “I’m aching.”

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and you feel his cock throb. He clears his throat. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take my leave a little early—Mrs. Pine is feeling quite unwell.”

Fuck yes.

If Litvinchuk and his men suspect there’s anything untoward about your departure, they don’t say so—and you imagine you must look a little unsteady anyway. Loki slides an arm around your waist as you leave.

“Now Mrs. Pine,” he says once you’re out of earshot, “tell me exactly what ails you.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “Are you seriously going to do this?”

“I only want to ensure that we are on the same page,” he says with a smirk.

“Like hell you do. I already told you, you just want to hear—” You cut yourself off, realizing that you’re playing right into his hands.

He smiles like a cat with a bowl full of cream. “What do I want to hear, darling?”

You press your lips together. This is infuriating.

“I’m waiting…”

You blow out a shaky breath. Fuck it. “You just want to hear me say that I’m fucking soaked because you’ve been rubbing me against your thighs and touching me for the last two hours and if I don’t come soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

He smirks as you approach the hotel lobby. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting to hear you say all that.”

“You absolutely were.”

The air conditioned air in the hotel lobby feels extra icy against your sunwarmed skin and your sandals seem to clack particularly loudly against the marble floors.

“You have a smart mouth, do you know that?”

“You like it,” you say as you approach the bank of elevators. “That’s the reason why you pull half of this shit with me.”

“Perhaps.” He gives you a smile that feels a little dangerous and sends even more heat to your aching cunt. “But do you know what my favorite part of your smart mouth is, Mrs. Pine?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

The elevator door opens. It’s empty and your cunt clenches at the possibilities this presents.

“My favorite part about your smart mouth,” says Loki in a low voice as you step into the elevator, “is that it will sound that much sweeter when I make you beg for me.”

The elevator door slides closed and you barely have a chance to react before he’s backing you up against the wall and pressing his thigh between your legs.

“You’re a disobedient, wicked tease, Mrs. Pine,” he growls, sending a thrill through you. “I think you could benefit from a firm hand.”

“You like it,” you breathe, rocking your hips against his thigh, trying to capture some of the same friction that was driving you wild earlier.

“Rutting yourself against my thigh in public like a common slut,” he purrs. “You must be desperate.” He slides a hand between your legs, slipping his fingers under your bathing suit. His expression changes the moment his fingers dip past the fabric—almost like he expected you to be wet, but not this wet.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs as you keen. “You’ve made a mess of yourself, haven’t you?”

“I need to come so bad,” you gasp.

“I know you do.” He reaches over and slams the emergency stop button and the elevator shudders to a halt. “And you’re going to. Right now.”

“I can wait until we get to the ro—”

He spins you around and pulls you to him so your back is pressed against his chest.

“No, you can’t.” He curls his big frame over yours, sliding his hand back into your bathing suit and stroking the full length of your sex and making you cry out again. “You need it too badly.” He starts rubbing your clit with his middle and index fingers. “And I don’t think it’s going to take all that long, darling,” he growls, sucking your earlobe into his mouth, “because you’re already so fucking wet.”

There’s a small, distant part of you that resents the fact that he’s right about anything, let alone anything pertaining to your orgasms.

The larger part of you is focused on the fact that he’s right: you’re going to come and you’re going to come hard.

Your legs are shaking and you brace your arms against the elevator wall to hold yourself up. You moan loudly and arch your back as the feeling starts building in your hips.

“You need this so badly, don’t you?” He nips hard at your earlobe. “You’re desperate for it. I felt you tense up every time your sopping cunt rubbed against my thigh, every time I touched you just right.”

You whimper, pressure rising in your hips as you rock with his hands.

“You’re so close,” Loki purrs in your ear. His hips are thrusting mindlessly against your ass, like he can’t wait to be inside you.

“Fuck, I need to come,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m going to make you come, darling, but I think what you really need is to be fucked.”

You moan as your orgasm starts to crest.

“You need to be fucked properly and hard,” he murmurs. “You need me to take care of your sopping wet, needy little cunt. You need to be filled to the brim with my cock and my come like the good girl that you are. You need to come over and over on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

This is what pushes you over the edge. The muscles of your cunt clench and then pleasure is blooming in your belly as the tension of the last two hours comes to a peak and you come hard. You cry out, your hips rocking against Loki’s hand, chasing the shimmery aftershocks.

“There she is, that’s my good girl,” he purrs. He holds you as you shudder and shake, his fingers still moving, still coaxing out those final waves of pleasure. But just when you think he’s about to pull his hand away, he starts massaging your clit again, one long finger slipping inside you.

“You don’t think you’re going to be satisfied with just one, do you?” he growls in your ear. “Not a needy girl like you, not when you’ve been dripping for hours. You need more, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck—” You can feel that pressure growing again and you know it’s going to be different this time.

“You’re going to come for me again, pretty girl,” he purrs. “And this time, I want to hear you scream.”

Everything is coiling up so tight and tense and suddenly two of his fingers are inside of you and they’re curling just right and the edges of your vision go white as everything inside you fizzes and releases and a sharp cry falls from your lips as you come.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbles low over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

His hand finally stills once the final aftershocks roll through you. Your legs are shaking, but his grip on you is still firm. Boneless, you turn to him and he presses his slick fingers past your lips. You suck and lick his fingers clean and then he’s kissing you, sucking your own essence from your lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathe as the elevator shudders to life. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Loki laughs quietly and scoops you up into his arms as the elevator arrives at your floor.

“Oh, we’re nowhere near done, darling.”

Continued in Part 2

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