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the-princess-of-loki · 16 days

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Loki²

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader x Loki

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, if you don't like it DON'T READ IT. There's a paragraph that's MXM (LokixLoki). You could read it without reading that paragraph, but again, if you don't like it, don't read it.

I was tired. So fucking tired I could barely keep my eyes open to see the door in front of me. I jiggled the keys in my hands as I tried to remember which key was the one to open the door of Loki’s and my flat. The work week has burned me down mentally and I wasn’t able to do a simple task like opening a fucking door. At least, I had the whole weekend with Loki ahead of me to look for. Maybe Loki was in a good mood and wanted to give me one of his famous massages. I smiled at the thought. His big hands always felt so good on me…

I finally found the key so I opened the door. I left my keys on the bowl we had next to the door for them and hung my bag on the rack. Our flat was really not that big, so I was surprised when I didn’t see Loki sitting on his usual spot on our two-place sofa reading a book. As I walked towards our small kitchen, I heard laughter and flirting coming from our bedroom. I walked there slowly as if moving by an automatic response more than real will. I felt my heart throbbing against my chest and my ears started to get blocked. I could only hear the fast rhythm of my heart and a piercing whistling.

As I stood in front of the door, the doorknob on my trembling hand, I pondered for a moment if I really wanted to see what was waiting for me on the other side. Was I ready for it? Hell, no. Did I need to see it? My gut was telling me that I should. Just for the sake of not doing a scene and seeming even more pathetic, I took a few deep breaths before daring to move again. As I slowly recovered my hearing, I noticed that everything was silent. Obviously, Loki knew I was there. Why he hadn’t come out of the room to make up some kind of excuse was beyond my comprehension at that moment.

Once I was calm enough given the circumstances, I opened the door slowly. I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I saw in a thousand years. The sight in front of me left me utterly speechless. I think I forgot how to breathe at some moment. I just stood in the doorframe, not able to move or look away. It was impossible.

Loki was there on the bed, kneeling on it, in all his naked glory. But even if that was a sight to be left breathless, it wasn’t all. There were not one but two naked Lokis kneeling on our bed. Did I pass out and hit my head that hard? Was I in heaven? I didn’t know but this felt like a wild version of paradise. The two Lokis smiled at me and both of them extended one of their arms towards me. Only one of them spoke, though.

“Hello, my dear princess,” he said, his smile intact. “Come to bed, my love.” It was more of an invitation than an order but my legs moved on their own accord as if he were the owner. Once I reached the side of the bed, the two Lokis helped me get on it, kneeling right in between them. The Loki behind me started to unbutton my shirt just enough for my collarbone to be exposed. He placed both of his hands on each side of my hips as his lips started a travel from my neck to my collarbone and back. I sighed at the sensation of his warm lips on my exposed skin. “We both know how tired you are, my dear,” the Loki in front of me went on as he caressed my cheek. “So we thought about a little game to wind you down a little.”

“Wh-what kind of game?” I asked, my breathing getting heavier because of the kisses I was receiving from the Loki behind me.

“One that you’ll enjoy, of course,” the Loki in front of me answered, mischief shining in his green eyes.

“Where’s the catch?” I asked before moaning as the Loki behind me started to nibble on my skin. The Loki in front of me laughed.

“You know me so well, my dear,” he chuckled as he kept caressing one of my cheeks. “There’s a little condition or pre-game if you’d like. If you win, we’ll both take care of your pleasure.” That notion itself seemed mind-blowing but there had to be something else.

“And if I lose…?” I asked a little wary, closing my eyes as the Loki behind me tilted my head back to have full access to my throat.

“If you lose, you will take care of our pleasure. Pretty fair, isn’t it?” The Loki in front of me asked after a small chuckle. Still, I wasn’t convinced. Loki’s thinking was too complex for this game to be so simple.

“And what do I have to do?”

“Oh, that’s easy, love. You only have to tell us which one of us is the real one and which one is the magic copy. It should be easy enough for you. As I said before: you know me so well…” he smirked.

And it was easy. I could definitely tell the difference without a second of a doubt. But I was conflicted about my answer. On the one hand, I couldn’t even phantom the kind of pleasure that not one but two Lokis could bring me. After all, only one Loki always drove me crazy with pleasure. However, pleasuring Loki was as much enjoyable to me as his pleasuring me. I loved to be able to drive him completely insane with my actions. Every time he moaned my name in pleasure, he grabbed my hair tightly and lost control of himself was as blissful as when I reached my own climax. So I had to think carefully about my answer.

However, how could I think about anything at all in my current situation? I had two beautifully naked Lokis in bed with me. One of them talking sweet nothings to me; the other slowly unbuttoning my shirt, kissing my neck, throat and collarbone, nibbling them softly and caressing every bit of newly exposed skin. There was no way I could think.

“This one,” I said in a breathy whisper as I grabbed a bunch of the Loki behind me hair. “You’re the real one,” both Lokis chuckled at the same time.

“What makes you say that, my dear?” The Loki in front of me asked with a smirk. The Loki behind me stopped his ministrations on my skin so I could take a moment to at least answer coherently.

“A few things. First, the real Loki would never make it easy for me to guess it. He’d think that I’d think the one doing all the talking was the real one because we know how much he likes being in control. So he would change roles to try to confuse me. Secondly, the copy hasn’t touched me in any private area, while the real one already kissed my neck, my throat, my collarbone and caressed my whole body. But there is one thing that Loki has no control over and that thing is defining to know which one of you is real.”

“May I know which thing is that, princess?” The Loki behind me spoke for the first time since I entered the room. I smiled.

“The way your touch makes me feel, love,” both Lokis looked at me with a surprised expression. They were so cute that I couldn’t help smiling more and caressing one cheek of both of them. “When the real one touched me first, I felt this warm, fuzzy, comfortable and safe feeling that I always feel when you’re around. When the copy caressed my cheek, the same feelings aroused except for the safety. And the real Loki always makes me feel safe, even when he’s angry. It’s always like that,” I shrugged, blushing a little. Loki looked at me still surprised but after some minutes, he smiled sweetly. Although I must admit it was a little weird to see his copy do exactly the same thing as him at exactly the same time.

“You do have me figured out, don’t you, princess?” The real Loki chuckled. “Well, we made a deal and it’s time for us to deliver...”

I shivered involuntarily at the way his sultry voice left that sentence hanging in the air. I felt his smirk on my ear where his lips were and I saw his copy in front of me smirking too. The real Loki put two of his long fingers below my chin and softly moved my head to the side. He joined our lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. I didn’t doubt to return his kiss; our breaths mingled and so did our tongues. I gasped when I felt both my shirt and my bra disappear but I kept kissing Loki all the same. While the real Loki kept kissing me passionately, I felt his copy’s mouth and tongue on my collarbone. The copy’s tongue moved down my torso until he reached one of my nipples. He blew some cold air into it and then surrounded the pink bud with his mouth, lazily stroking it with his tongue. I had to break Loki’s kiss as I moaned and arched my back. The real Loki smirked again as he grabbed my work skirt and tore it to pieces. I was already heaving and this was just starting.

Loki caressed the sides of my body while his copy moved to my other nipple. Loki grabbed the sides of my panties and I could see a smirk on his lips as he tore them into pieces too. His hands caressed my belly, going lower inch by inch. Before he reached my core, he stopped, though. He was, without a doubt, enjoying this as much as I was.

“Are you wet yet, my princess?” Loki asked in a sexy whisper.

One of his hands still wandered around my core while the other caressed its way to my butt. I gasped when he grabbed tightly one of my asscheeks, squeezing it; I moaned a second later when he slapped it at the same exact moment his copy sucked harder on my nipple. My air and lungs weren’t enough to moan out my pleasure. Loki slapped my other asscheek, a little harder this time, making my hips move away from him involuntarily. Right in that instant, he massaged my external walls with two of his long digits. I heard him chuckle through my moan.

“You are always wet and ready for me, my princess,” he praised me still chuckling.

Loki teased my clit for some moments while his copy sucked my nipple and squeezed my asscheeks. The real one rubbed my clit with his thumb and I moved my hips with his movements until the copy grabbed my ass more tightly so I couldn’t move. I whimpered and they both chuckled at the same time. Then, Loki inserted one of his fingers inside me, while he kept rubbing my clit with his thumb. I moaned, tilting my head back so much that it ended up resting on his shoulder. He moved his finger inside and out of me, teasing that fantastic spot with each thrust, all the while he rubbed my clit with his thumb and his copy kept sucking on my nipples, alternating between the two of them.

When Loki felt I was used to his finger, he nodded to his copy. The copy smirked and left my breasts and one of my asscheeks as he inserted the same finger that Loki had inside me. I moaned as both of them moved their fingers at the same time, just teasing me. They kept adding fingers inside me as they felt how I was getting more and more aroused every second that passed by. I got excited as I saw them both taking his fingers out of me completely; that only meant one thing. However, when my lust-clouded mind was able to think, I got worried. They were both preparing to penetrate me. Both.

“Loki…I…both…I won’t be able…” I stuttered, looking back at the real Loki behind me who smiled at me sweetly but with mischief shining on his green eyes.

“My princes, have I ever done something to you that you didn’t enjoy? Have I ever hurt you?” Loki asked as he kissed and nibbled my neck.

“N-no, but…” It was difficult to concentrate on words at that moment. Almost impossible.

“Then, keep trusting me, my love. I will always do what’s best for you and I promised you pleasure, not pain. So relax, my love, and give yourself to me.”

I was still a little hesitant, to be honest. But what Loki had said was true so I decided to do what I always did in these situations: I trusted him and gave myself to him. He always knew, sometimes better than me, what, how and when I needed something. So I just nodded to him, giving him my express consent. I knew that he wouldn’t go on until I had fully and expressly consented. It was one of the things, of many things, that made me fall in love with him. Even for our first kiss, he’d asked for my permission.

Once I’ve consented, both Loki and his copy started to prepare to penetrate me again. They had to move on the bed so they’d be able to do it. I was excited but hesitant at the same time. Loki knew it, of course he did, so he grabbed my neck with one hand to bring me towards his chest as he was still behind me. His lips lingered on mine, his warm breath hitting my face as a hypnotic fragrance.

“Feel me,” he whispered in a low, sultry voice.

Loki crashed his lips on mine and I lost every ability to think. I was only able to feel him, just as he had told me to. After a short while, I had to break the kiss as I felt both Loki and his copy thrust inside me at the same time. I moaned high. I felt a little bit of pain, I wasn’t going to lie. Loki was big enough on his own and now he was doubled in size and completely inside me. Loki, of course, knew it, so both he and his copy stayed still inside me.

“Good girl,” Loki praised me as he breathed heavily. His chest went up and down against my back and the same went for Loki’s copy in front of me. A thought crossed my mind then; a dangerous thought without a doubt. Loki knew about it as soon as it crossed my mind and he chuckled. “Oh, my princess. Who would’ve known you had such dirty thoughts, my good girl? But I’ve promised you pleasure and I’m a god of my word, aren’t I?”

I couldn’t believe it, but was really excited and amazed to see, when Loki grabbed his copy’s neck and brought him forward to him with me still in the middle. They kissed passionately right next to my face. It was an exaggerated kiss so I could see every movement. Loki looked at me the whole time, making sure that I was looking and enjoying the show he was putting up for me. And hell, I was enjoying it more than I thought I would. When I saw their tongues playing together, I couldn’t stop myself and joined their kiss with my own tongue. I moaned as soon as they kissed me back.

Once I was lost in that passionate and wild kiss -really, not even in my wildest fantasies I’d imagined that I’d get to kiss two Lokis at the same time. Loki and his copy started to move slowly, thrusting inside me in a rhythm which made sure that one of them was all the time inside me. I broke the kiss and moaned with each thrust, as they both hit my G-spot all the time stimulating me non-stop. To make matters better in this particular situation, Loki started to rub my clit with his thumb again. I was being over-stimulated and I didn’t know how much time I was going to last. I even started to feel my walls getting tighter around both Loki’s and his copy’s hard members inside me.

“You’re so close, princes…” Loki whispered in my ear in his sensual, breathy voice. “Cum for me, my good girl…cum for both of us.”

Immediately after he finished speaking, I cum hard with a high moan of his name. I trembled as I felt my orgasm in every inch of my body. However, Loki and his copy didn’t stop or slow down his movements. If something, they moved harder and faster. My mind was in no state to think about anything but my body responded automatically to their movements, getting ready for yet another orgasm. I was still trembling from the first one but it seemed that my body wanted to please both Lokis with an orgasm for each. It didn’t take me long until another climax hit me and this time I felt both Lokis cumming too, filling me with their semen so much that it started to fall down my inner thighs before they got out of me. It was, without a doubt, the hottest experience of my life.

Once they both took out their member of me, I fell on the bed, breathing heavily and completely exhausted and satisfied. Loki laid next to me, caressing my back with the tip of his fingers as he too tried to recover his breath. I turned my face to the other side to look at him and we both smiled tiredly to each other, the look of complete satisfaction present in both our faces.

“Would you like my copy to give you that massage you were hoping for, my princess?” Loki asked with half a smirk. I laughed and nodded.

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the-princess-of-loki · 1 month

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One-shots masterlist

Afraid of thunderstorms 💚

Pleasuring you 🔥

I can't kill you 💚🔥

Mine 💚🔥

I will protect you 💚

Better boyfriend 💚🔥

White suit/You're beautiful 💚🔥

Royal love at first sight 💚

Feel 💚🔥

Bed of roses 💚🔥

Love & jealousy 💚🔥

Dark 💚🔥

New Year's Kiss 💚🔥

Testing the limits 💚🔥

What you need 🔥🔥

Busted💚

Backache🔥💚

Can't take it back 💚

The Switching Gamble: Part I 💚 & Part II 🔥

One last time

Waves of Desire

🔥: smut

💚: fluff

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Waves of Desire

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, graphic description of smut (don't like it, don't read it), a little of voyeurism, smut just for the sake of it, strong language for some people.

The weather was nice. The sun was up in the sky, providing its heat while the sea brought with it a nice, calming breeze. I was sitting on a plastic lounger which Loki had kindly left for me while he was lying face-down on a towel in the sand, right next to me. We have both brought our books to spend the day here on the beach. There weren’t a lot of people around us which was nice to concentrate on our books. Supposedly. I wasn’t able to focus on anything at the moment.

I have brought with me a very interesting essay on creative writing by Stephen King that I’ve been wanting to read for a while. I had thought this was an excellent opportunity to get my hands on it. How naive on my part. It was impossible to focus on something with the display I had next to me. Loki was actually focusing on his astronomy book, so he wasn’t purposefully doing something to distract me. But for all that’s sacred, Loki wearing only a pair of black swimming shorts should be a crime. They hang from his hips deliciously, embracing his butt in a magnetising way.

It was the main reason I’ve been reading the same sentence for the last fifteen minutes. I was sure that Loki was enjoying having my eyes on his ass every minute even if he wasn’t doing anything about it or reacting in any way. He always knew when he was the centre of attention somehow and he absolutely adored it. It was a known fact that Loki belongs to the spotlight, after all. I left my book on one side with a sigh. At least, that sigh let me release my lower lip from my teeth: I had been biting it so hard that I could almost taste the coppery flavour of blood on my tongue. Loki looked up from his book to me. His green eyes shone with that mischief that was always present.

“Is there something wrong, darling?” Loki asked me almost in an innocent way. Too innocent for the God of Mischief. “Is your book not what you expected it to be?” His smile gave him away. He definitely knew what was happening to me. I could even bet that he knew my exact thoughts.

“I wouldn’t know, actually,” I answered with a bit of a dry tone. Loki closed his book and rested his body weight on his elbow, giving me a small peak of his happy trail and his wonderful abs. He looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

“Why is that, my love?” I had to give it to him: he looked genuinely concerned. After all these years together, though, I knew how to differentiate the truth from the mask. I also knew how to play most of his games, luckily. I sighed dramatically, standing up from my lounger and stretching a little bit. I felt his eyes travelling down my body in my swimming suit.

“I believe the heat is affecting me,” I answered with a pouty face. Loki was now sitting on his towel looking up at me with that same innocent-like face. “I should probably go into the sea and take a swim…” Loki’s eyes widened with that possibility. I had to refrain myself from smirking.

“Well, dear, if heat is your problem, may I suggest you lay down here with me?” He moved a little, making some space for me in his towel.

“Oh? How would that help me, love?” I asked him with the same innocent smile he had given me a few minutes ago.

“I can lower my body temperature and embrace you to help you.”

“You’d do that for me?”

Loki just laid on his towel again, opening his arms to me. I kneeled on the towel and then crawled until I was face-to-face with him. Loki passed his arms around my body, glueing our bodies. I smiled at him and caressed one of his sharp cheeks, feeling comfortable in his arms, as I always do. He did lower his body temperature for me, even when we both knew that was just an excuse for us to get close like this. Loki smiled lovingly at me as he got his face closer to mine, resting his forehead on mine. If someone was able to resist that, it wasn’t me.

I moved my hand to his perfect jaw and lifted my lips until they met with his. Loki kissed me back without hesitation, his warm breath on my face as our lips moved in complete sync. I moved my hand from his jaw to his wavy, black, soft hair and I grabbed a bunch of it. He grunted as his hands pressed me more against his body. I passed one of my legs on top of him, locking the inside of my knee on his hipbone. His tongue joined mine in a beautiful dance, deepening our kiss, as one of his hands travelled down my back until he grabbed my thigh on top of him. A pleasurable shiver and a soft moan escaped me at his movements. A little shift on his hips allowed me to feel his aroused state and I could feel myself getting wetter just because of it.

We kept kissing until we were both out of breath. We both panted as we looked into each other’s eyes. His green eyes were clouded with lust and his pale cheeks were a little rosy. While his face was always attractive, he was even sexier when he was all aroused and wild. I kept caressing his scalp with my fingers and he kept grabbing my thigh. Our eyes were locked together as we kept trying to normalise our breaths.

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Loki asked with a little smirk. I matched it before answering.

“Actually, I’m feeling hotter…and wetter…” Loki looked around us at the almost isolated beach.

“Are you sure? Here?” Loki asked, concerned. Even though his worry for me was all over his sexy face, I could see the excitement in his green eyes. He’d never forced me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how appealing the idea was for him. I moved my hand to caress his cheek, still smiling as I nodded.

“Completely sure. Here and now,” I whispered the last word against his lips.

Loki moved immediately on top of me, excited for my consent. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness, even when he silenced my laughter with his lips on mine. He caressed my whole body with one of his hands since the other was still grabbing my right thigh. I caressed his bare chest with both of my hands, going down his body through his abs, his happy trail until I reached his black swimming shorts. I was excited just by doing this on a beach, so I was quite eager to do it. I untied the white cotton bow and pulled them down just enough to free his already hard member. At the same time, Loki moved my swimsuit to the side so he could tease my entrance with his long and skilful fingers.

He broke our kiss when he slid himself inside with ease, making me moan. Immediately, Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my mouth, making my moan somehow hushed.

“Shhh, my love. You wouldn’t want us to get caught in this intimate time, would you?” He asked with a smirk on his thin lips. I just looked at him since his mouth was still silencing me. “I’m going to move my hand now because I want to see those addicting lips of yours. But you have to promise me that you’ll keep as hushed as possible, yes?” I nodded, still looking straight into those gorgeous green eyes of his.

Loki removed his hand slowly from my mouth at the same time he moved his hips back. He rested his forehead on mine as he thrust inside me again. We both let out a breathy, soundless moan, while our lips found their way to each other again. While Loki started a slow rhythm, I moved my hands from his waist to the tempting devil that had started all of this in the first place: his ass. I grabbed it and squeezed it and he let out a surprised gasp. After all this time, I knew how much he liked it when I played with his rear, and God, did I love having fun with it too. I squeezed it again, making him close his eyes and move his hips forward. Loki opened his eyes again, telling me with his face: “Game on”.

While I kept playing with his ass in all the ways I knew he liked, Loki thrust further inside me, rolling his hips in such an exquisite way that I had trouble keeping my moans in check. Our lips kept together, even when we both had our mouths open. His warm breath hit me all the time while his green eyes got more and more clouded with lust as time passed by and we kept making love. He moved his hand from my waist to my clit, starting to rub it with his thumb. I bit my lower lip hard, feeling my pleasure rise with each of his thrusts and his hand on me.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Loki whispered in my ear, not ceasing his movements at all. “I want to see your face contorting with the pleasure only I can give you.”

His words alone were erotic enough. His sultry voice, his powerful thrusts and his thumb rubbing me. All of that combined made me explode in an intense orgasm. Loki silences my moan with his lips on mine, and his movements didn’t stop until I felt him cum inside me too. He stayed still inside me for some minutes more. Then, he kneeled in front of me, keeping one of his hands on my swimsuit so he could see his semen dripping out of me. He loved that sight, so he did something like this every time he was allowed to. After that, he put my swimsuit and his back into place, while I sat on his towel.

“I believe we both could use a dip in the sea, don’t you think?” I said with a smile.

Loki just laughed and offered me his hand to help me get up. Then, we both walked holding hands towards the sea.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki friggason #god of mischief #mcu #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki in midgard #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x female reader #loki one shot #loki oneshot

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the-princess-of-loki · 3 months

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Been binging Tom Hiddleston media and I have an important chart for you all

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One last time

Paring: Loki x Fem!You

Warnings: angst, smut, graphic description of smut, minors DNI, oral f!receiving.

Loki spends one last night with you before going away to the branch tree.

Something was off. Loki was being his usual charming self with you, opening a bottle of wine for your dinner with a smile. However, you could notice something in his green eyes. Over all these years, you have learned how to read the God of Mischief’s trickery eyes, and they were not as usual. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what was happening, but you knew something wasn’t right. You asked him but he kept telling you that everything was alright. You both enjoyed your quiet dinner in your apartment, not talking much as it was obvious that Loki’s mind was elsewhere. You didn’t want to disturb him while he meditated, even when you were dying to know what was bothering him.

After dinner, you felt Loki’s hand on the sides of your waist as you did the dishes. At the same time, his lips kissed your neck softly. You smiled and blushed, like an adolescent, but that was always the reaction his kisses and touches had over you. He left a trail of kisses down your neck and up again until his lips were right next to your ear.

“My beautiful…would you let me have you tonight?” Loki asked in a whisper as he used his hands to turn you around so you would face him. “I really need you, my dear,” He insisted, resting his forehead on yours and closing his eyes. You could feel the pain in his words and even though you didn’t know what caused it, you knew that he would tell you when he was ready.

You left everything you were doing to pass your arms behind his neck. You joined your lips with his without a single inch of doubt. You could feel Loki’s hands on your waist, pulling you closer as your lips met in a wild and urgent kiss. It was a moment of pure passion and desire, but there was also a sweetness to it that made your heart swell with emotion. Loki’s kisses were always like that: pure fire and explosion, but sweetness and love at the same time. It was a perfect combination you have become addicted to.

Loki moved his hands from your waist to your hips and then to the back of your thighs, where he lifted your legs. You crossed your ankles behind his back and then he walked you both towards the bedroom. He never stopped kissing you, not even for a second as he walked in long strides, as he always did. As soon as you reached your bedroom, Loki laid you on the bed carefully before joining you. He stroked the side of your body as he brought your lips to his again. His fervent kiss ignited your whole body and you couldn’t help but search for more contact with his body. You passed one of your legs on top of him and Loki grabbed your thigh as his other hand caressed your neck almost lazily. Your fingers interlaced with his long, soft, wavy black hair as your kiss deepened. His tongue entered your mouth and joined yours in a sensual dance. You loved every one of his kisses, but when he was like this, all passion and love, it was almost too much for your heart to survive.

One by one, both your clothes started to disappear to the floor. Loki kissed your neck, your collarbone, your breastbone until he reached one of your breasts. He took one of your nipples in his skilful mouth and played with it with his lips, tongue and teeth. You moaned and squirmed under his expertise as he drove you slowly to the point of no return. He gave the same treatment to your other nipple. Once he was satisfied with your completely lost state, Loki looked up at you while kissing your stomach, your navel, and each of your hipbones, all the time with a little smirk on his lips. He placed himself in between your legs, supporting his weight on his elbows. Loki smirked once more before he started to lazily lick your core. You couldn’t help but lift your hips, wanting more of his contact. Usually, he would punish you for your impatience, but this time, Loki gave you what you wanted. He moved so he would be more comfortable, grabbed your asscheeks with both his big hands and started to rub your clit with his tongue. You moaned higher as your fingers grabbed a bunch of his soft hair, keeping his head where it was. After a short while, Loki’s tongue moved to your entrance where he teased you and moved one of his hands from your butt to your clit. He rubbed it with his thumb while he penetrated you with his tongue. You moaned and begged for him to go faster and he complied. That was your first orgasm of the night.

Once you were heaving and living in that post-orgasm world, Loki crawled your body until he reached your face again. He kissed you urgently and passionately and even in your weak state you could feel your savour in his tongue. He hugged you tightly as he kissed you with all his might, and you hugged him just as tight. You could feel there was something wrong with him, something that was making him more…clingy, if possible. But at the same time, you were too lost in pleasure island to fully pay attention to it.

“Loki…” You tried to call him to ask him what was wrong, but he didn’t even let you breathe before stating:

“I need you now, my beautiful. Would you let me have you?”

How could you ever refuse such a plea? It wasn’t in your base of knowledge. You nodded as you brought him closer to you. Loki kissed you once more, full of ardent passion before he entered you with his long and big length. You tilted your head back, just like your eyes went blank, and let out a big moan of his name. Loki kept kissing your neck and throat as he started to move out and inside of you, hitting your g-spot with his cockhead in every single movement.

“God, Loki…” You moaned as he kept his movements quick and savage as if he was desperate because of being inside of you.

“Yes, my beautiful. I am your god,” Loki growled in your ear.

He grabbed your hips with force as he continued to thrust inside you with his full force. Even though you had an orgasm recently, you could feel your insides tensing up for another one. That was always the case with Loki and you would never complain.

“Give it to me, my love. I need it,” He growled again.

His words were your doom and you found yourself screaming Loki’s name in pleasure as you found your sweet release. Loki kept thrusting inside you a few moments more, making you feel every part of your bodies that were joined before he followed you into the sweet oblivion of the orgasm. Both of you fell asleep after that, cuddling in all the possible ways.

You woke up in the middle of the night. You were still naked and your body still ached in some parts for the passionate lovemaking session you had just a few hours ago. Although, something was missing. Loki wasn’t there next to you. You tried to look for him, even when you were exhausted and half-asleep. You saw him completely dressed up in his armour, standing in the door.

“Loki…?” You asked confused. You tried to stand up, but you were too exhausted.

“Shhh, go back to sleep, my beautiful. I shall not be here when you wake up, but trust me I wish with every single pore of my being that I would,” Loki’s smile was sad. You wanted to go to him, to ask him what was happening, but you were too exhausted. It was as if you had been enchanted. “I have to do something, my beautiful. I must do it alone. For you. For all of us.” Loki gulped his saliva loudly, trying hard not to cry. “I shall find my way back to you.”

And then he left.

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the-princess-of-loki · 5 months

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The Switching Gamble

A twist on Loki and Sigyn's wedding myth.

Part I: Here.

Part II: Wedding Night.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC (reader)

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, first time, minors DNI.

Loki and I entered his chambers violently. We had just finished our wedding feast, which Odin insisted on not going, and now we finally had our alone time as a married couple. Loki hasn’t stopped touching me or kissing me since the All-father, without knowing, married us. Now that we didn’t need to hide our feelings for each other anymore, he was showing me his sweetest side, and I adored it.

As we entered his chambers, Loki kept kissing me, his hands leaving my body just for a second to close the doors behind him. Then, he lifted me, carrying me in his strong arms. He walked quickly across his chambers with me in his arms, never separating his lips from mine. When we reached his enormous bed, he laid me on it carefully. His penetrating emerald-like eyes stayed on me as he did so. The way his intense gaze went down and up my body, looking at every part of me that my wedding dress allowed him to, made me shiver in anticipation. I was breathing hard due to our previous kiss, but my breath got stuck in my throat just by his look. It was intense, as always, but it was also feral, full of hunger and desire. I felt like a goddess just by the way he looked at me.

Loki left one of his knees next to me on the bed and he stood up on his other foot. Still with his gaze on my body, he slowly undid his leather green robe, unbuttoning it with his long and sensual fingers. I followed the piece of clothing as it made its way to the floor and then stared at his pale torso. He was lean but toned. His pectorals and abdominals were completely shredded. His chest hair was scarce but soft, the same as his lower abdomen hair. I wanted to caress it, to feel it, but I remained in my place. Nerves were starting to kick in at the moment. Loki smiled softly at me as he lay on top of me again, kissing my temple lovingly.

“There is nothing for you to worry about, my beautiful Jade,” he whispered in my ear. “I shall take care of you, I shall take care of every single need you may have and I shall do so impeccably. You shall never miss anything, my lovely wife.”

Loki kissed my lips again, softly, sweetly. He caressed the sides of my waist soothingly. I tentatively moved my hands to caress his chest and the truth is that once I started, I couldn’t stop. His skin was soft and beautiful. I wanted to explore every single part. As the second passed by, my caresses became more confident and our kiss more passionate. His strong arms embraced me tightly as we kept kissing. His expert tongue licked my lower lip, as if tasting it, and then made its way inside my mouth. Our lips parted and our tongues met, sensually caressing each other. Our hands explored each other’s bodies with urgency but slowly at the same time, enjoying being able to touch each other in such an intimate way. It was as if our bodies were eager to discover and unite each other, but we wanted to take it slow and enjoy our first time together. Why wouldn’t we? Now that we were officially married, we had an eternity ahead of us.

Loki’s lips and tongue left mine to kiss my chin, my jaw, the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck. He kissed my collarbone and my neckline until he reached the beginning of my wedding dress. I felt goosebumps everywhere his lips passed by and my heart beat wildly against my chest, my corset almost suffocating me. As if he were able to feel what I was feeling due to his skilful lips, Loki put his lips next to my ear and whispered:

“May I take your dress off, my princess?”

It warmed my heart that he asked me for permission even when he didn’t need to. His gaze showed his concern for making me feel comfortable with this. If I could love him any more, I would have at that precise moment. I caressed his cheek and kissed his lips softly before nodding at him with a sweet smile on my lips. Loki kissed my cheek lovingly before crawling on the bed behind me. He unzipped my dress slowly, while his lips kissed my nape and back. They were sweet, reassuring kisses and they were definitely accomplishing their mission. My dress was eventually on the floor and I was only wearing my undergarments. Loki kissed his way up from my shoulder to my neck, still kneeling behind me. He put his fingers on my chin and gently moved my face to one side. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved up and down my body, caressing every part my undergarments allowed him to. I moved on the bed, caressing his soft black hair as I got closer to him. I moan a little in his mouth at the expertise shown by his hands when touching me. Loki undid my hair as we kept kissing, letting it fall like a cascade on my back. He caressed it as our tongues played together and caressed each other in a sensual game. When he broke our kiss because we needed to breathe, Loki looked at me directly into my eyes and I felt naked. As if he could read my soul with that intense gaze of his.

“Do you trust me, my princess?” Loki asked in a husky voice. I was so lost in his gaze and the sensual way his voice sounded that I needed to take some minutes to answer him.

“With my life, Loki.”

“I shall make you feel the most pleasure you have ever felt, my princess. I promise you shall never experience more pleasure than the one I am about to cause you. I beg you to let yourself experience all the pleasure and leave the rest to me, my lovely wife.”

His green eyes intensely looking into mine, his husky voice, his promises; it was all too much for me to bear. I just let myself go, relaxing into his arms and letting him do what he wished with me, as he had asked me to. Loki kissed me again, passionately and his hands caressed my body again. Without breaking our kiss, he took off my brassier, throwing it on the floor. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious because Loki’s lips kept attacking mine. His hands slowly moved up my body, from the sides of my waist until he was able to cup both my breasts in his big hands. He let go of my lips to look me in the eyes as he caressed and squeezed a little my breasts, making me moan softly. I blushed but he just smiled at me, nibbling my lower lip. He grabbed my nipples in between two of his long fingers and pinched them, making me gasp and move my hips involuntarily. Loki kept playing with my nipples until they were both hard and I was heaving. One of his hands stayed where it was, playing with my nipple, and the other started to caress my skin downwards. He kissed my neck as his hand followed my stomach until he reached my underwear. He moved it below my underwear until he reached my core. He caressed it, causing more gasps to escape my mouth as I let my head rest on his shoulder. Then, he started to rub my clit slowly. I moaned as he kept rubbing my clit, playing with my nipple and nibbling my neck with his teeth. It was all too much. I didn’t know how much I was going to be able to tolerate. Again, it seemed as if he could feel my feelings due to his ministrations. He didn’t go on torturing me with that endless but pointless pleasure.

Loki grabbed my hips and lifted me up, laying me on the bed next to him. He stood up to take off his trousers as he kept his gaze on me. He kissed my inner thigh as he got rid of my underwear. Then, he positioned himself on top of me, opening my legs and resting his arms right next to my head.

“You are the most precious gem I have ever laid eyes upon, my beautiful princess.”

Loki gave me a short, sweet kiss and then he entered me, our bodies becoming one, finally. I moaned highly, partly from pleasure, partly from pain. It was my first time with a man and I knew from others’ words that it was probably going to hurt. Loki breathed hard, staying still to give me some time to adjust to this new intrusion into my body. He kissed my temple, my cheekbones, my cheeks, my chin, my neck and everywhere he could reach. It was distracting enough for me and I could only smile at him for showering me with so much affection.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked as his green eyes looked deeply into mine, showing his concern. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No, not at all,” I took a deep breath. “I want to be your wife in every sense possible, Loki,” I caressed his hair, kissing him again. He smiled softly at me.

“You, my dear Jade, are my wife. No matter what anybody says or thinks, you are my wife, my princess, my love and have been since we first met.”

I smiled again and kissed him. Our lips joined in a sweet kiss and Loki started to move slowly, out and inside of me. I moaned against his lips and he moaned back. I put my hands on his back as he embraced me tighter. We started to make love passionately, our moans becoming higher and more frequent as Loki moved faster. I felt him inside me and there was no better feeling than that one. I wanted to feel it for the rest of my life. And I may be as lucky as that.

As Loki kept moving, he kissed my neck, biting it softly. Then he moved down my collarbone, my neckline until he found my nipple. His tongue played with it, making the pink bud get harder and darker again. I kept moaning as his hands expertly caressed my body, his tongue kept teasing me as he kept moving inside and out of me. It was the most exciting experience of my life and it was just the first time.

I moved my hands to his front, on his chest, and brought his lips towards mine to kiss him again. I couldn’t help myself, it was as if his lips were my addiction. Suddenly, I felt a rush of sexual adrenaline inside of me that was so pleasurable that my moans weren’t enough to express it. And then, it was all out. I screamed Loki’s name in my extasis, not knowing what was happening to me, but letting myself enjoy it. If Loki was causing me to feel this rush of adrenaline, then I would embrace it and enjoy it fully. After some more minutes, Loki smiled at me softly as he embraced me tightly, and nuzzled my temple with his nose.

“That, my beautiful princess, is what lies ahead of you for the rest of our eternity together.”

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the-princess-of-loki · 5 months

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The Switching Gamble

A little twist on Loki and Sygin's wedding.

Part I: Illusion.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC (reader)

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff. A little angst.

I was sitting on my dresser as five maids surrounded me, putting on the last details of my wedding attire. My wedding dress was a strapless white corset embroidered with the most beautiful jewels from all the realms and a golden cape hung from my bare shoulders. I didn’t want to look at the mirror in front of me. I looked outside the balcony’s window, instead, where the day was coming to an end as a metaphor for my own life. Every second that passed by, my heart was getting more out of control, my breathing more hectic and my tears’ threat to fall was stronger. I didn’t know how much time I could take it, so I ordered in a voice barely above a whisper:

“Ask Prince Loki to come.”

I didn’t miss the way my maids looked between them as if they knew my real intentions. But they couldn’t. Nobody did. Not even Loki himself. After bowing to me, one of the maids went immediately to find him, and the rest kept silently doing their work. I felt a bit relieved to know that Loki would be here in no time, however, I didn’t know how much time I was able to resist. I kept watching outside the window, trying to find calm in the pink sky, and the soft clouds. Asgard was beautiful, no matter if at that moment it felt like a prison to me. I didn’t hold it against the realm, though. I knew who was the culprit. And I was planning to do something about it. It was my last resource. My last drop of hope. My last breath of air. My most kept secret. It could be my new dawn or my last twilight.

When the maid returned, she told me that Loki was waiting for me behind the folding screen. I thanked her, took a deep breath and stood up carefully to avoid ruining my attire. I strolled across my room towards the entrance hall of my chambers. My maids followed me, all looking at the floor. It wouldn’t be appropriate to be alone with Loki in my chambers, even if it were the entrance. Even if we left the door open. However, as soon as my eyes set on those gorgeous green orbs, I said quickly:

“Leave us,” All of my maids gasped in surprise and one of them even tried to complain, but I didn’t let her start. I just looked at them until they left me alone with Loki. He was dressed in his green, gold and black armour, shining for this joyous occasion that was my wedding. His curly, black hair was a little messy, but it suited him. Neither of us said a word for some time. We just looked at each other’s eyes. Our expression didn’t give away anything, but our eyes spoke for us.

“I should not see you before your wedding, Jade. I should be helping my brother to get ready,” Loki said after a while, his green eyes betraying him. I smiled softly.

“Were you doing that?” I asked, knowing the answer already. He tried to repress his smile, but he couldn’t.

“No, I was not. That does not change the fact that I should not be here,” I took a deep breath. His natural essence invaded my nostrils, filling me up completely with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

“You do not care about that or you would not be here otherwise,” I tried to remain calm, although my voice came up in a higher pitch than normal. Loki looked at me with more intensity. He knew something was up. He was just waiting for me to say it. “There is something important you must know before this wedding takes place,” I finally declare, feeling my heart throbbing against my chest.

“Go on, then. What is this urgent matter that does not let the bride enjoy her day?” Loki was being ironic, but his eyes told me he really cared. He wanted to know if something was bothering me for real. I took a deep breath, getting ready to say everything I had been saving for so long a time.

“You must know that Thor and I are getting married today because that is what the All-father has ordered us. However, our feelings are merely friendly. He is not in love with me and I am not in love with him,” I started shakily, but my voice gained confidence as I went on talking. I took one step forward and lifted one trembling hand until I rested it on Loki’s chest. His heart was beating as quickly as mine. “I love you,” I whispered. Loki put his hands on my waist but still looked down at the floor instead of meeting my gaze. After a long while without him saying anything or moving, I whispered again: “Please, say something.”

“There is nothing I could say that would change the results of this day, Jade. Even if I were to confess my feelings to you, it would be useless. The All-father has spoken and there is nothing we can do against it,” Loki whispered, looking into my eyes. His teary green orbs gave me the courage to take another step forward and put my other hand on his cheek. I caressed it, our skin meeting making electricity going down my body.

“I still would like to hear it. Would you please me?” I asked in a whisper. Loki looked at me and sighed before nodding.

“If you really want me to humiliate myself and say it, I shall do it for you,” he shifted his gaze to fix it on my eyes. “I have been in love with you since the first day I saw you, Jade. I love you so much that every time we are not in the same space, my heart aches. My breath gets stuck in my windpipe every time I see you. I have to refrain from running after you like a lost dog. Your smile brights up my whole day. Your eyes are the lighthouse that guides my every step. You-”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I brought his face down to mine and joined our lips in a loving kiss. I felt like a phoenix, being reborn again from the ashes as his thin lips softly moved against mine. His big hands on my waist brought me closer to him, and I passed my arms around his neck. I could feel his heart beating wildly. His cinnamon-tasting breath invaded me as his cold lips moved with expertise on mine. I felt a rush of emotion that was both sweet and powerful. The kiss was like the first sip of a fine wine, complex and nuanced, with layers of flavour and texture that unfolded with each passing moment. It was a kiss that spoke of love and connection, a moment I knew would stay with me for a lifetime.

Our lips parted for a second and our eyes met briefly. Even if it was just a second, I could see the brightness of his emerald-like eyes. Loki was as happy as I was. We kissed again, this time more passionately and forcefully. We have been waiting a lot of time to do this. As our lips met, a wave of desire washed over me. Loki’s kiss was intense, fiery, ravishing, all-consuming. I couldn’t resist his hunger and didn’t want to either. His hands on my waist pulled me even closer to him and I couldn’t help running my fingers through his wavy, shoulder-length, black hair. The kiss was wild and uninhibited, a moment of pure passion that seemed to ignite a fire within me. I lost myself in the moment, lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, lost in the heat of the kiss. Our tongues met and played together, as our kiss deepened. The last sound I remember hearing was a moan coming out of my mouth as his tongue danced with mine. I got completely lost, only feeling Loki. All my universe was just Loki.

I came back to reality when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on mine as we were both breathless. He caressed my waist through my wedding dress, as I kept caressing his hair. I kept my eyes closed as I tried to recover my breath and then slowly opened them to meet his green eyes. I met his hypnotic stare and I found myself licking my lips, feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

“Run away with me,” Loki whispered as his gaze still haunted mine. “Let’s escape to a realm where the All-father cannot find us and be happy together. I beg you, Jade,” I smiled softly at him, caressing his pale cheek that now was a little bit rosy because of our kiss.

“We cannot do that, Loki. What kind of life would we live? Always fearing the sight of others. No, if we want to be happy, we need to do something else. I have a plan if you are willing to risk yourself,” Loki’s stare did not leave room for doubt. He was ready to do anything.

I explained everything to him, and Loki helped me to polish my plan so there wasn’t room for error. We couldn’t risk failing. Failing meant both our deaths. It wasn’t an option. We didn’t have much time to plan everything, though, since we had already spent too much time alone in my chambers and everybody at the palace would start to doubt. And rumours flew by too quickly. So we shared a final sweet kiss and he went away as my maids returned to put the final details to my wedding attire. I could only hope that everything went smoothly.

-0-

I waited for the doors to the throne room to open for me. I was wearing my wedding dress with my veil and my flower bouquet. Everything was ready. My heart was throbbing in my chest, my mind repeating like a chant that someone would discover my real intentions. It wouldn’t matter if it were only me: I could face death without fear. But there were more people involved in this, especially Loki. I couldn’t go on living if his life was at risk because of me. I couldn’t go on living without him, to be completely honest.

The great golden doors opened and I took a deep breath before I started to walk down the path that was created for me with rose petals on the floor. I walked calmly and with my head held high towards the throne where Thor and Odin were waiting for me. The first looked at me with a soft smile, his long blond hair perfectly combed backwards, while the latter monitored my every move with his only eye. I reached the base of the throne and bowed in front of the All-father, to show him my respect. Thor grabbed my free hand, caressing the back of it with his thumb and we both heard Odin pronouncing our wedding vows in Asgardian first.

“I, Odin Borson, All-father, declare you two united in marriage for the rest of eternity. No force in the universe shall break your bond, sealed by these marriage runes,” Recited the All-father while he drew the marriage runes in our palms, Thor’s left and mine right.

Once the marriage runes were drawn, I gave one of my maids nearby my bouquet and turned to face Thor. He gently lifted my veil, smiling softly at me the whole time. We both gazed into each other’s eyes. Thor first brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles tenderly. Without a word, Thor leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a soft and loving kiss. I felt his love radiating through every inch of our pores, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. As the kiss came to an end, we still looked into each other’s eyes. However, now I was looking into Loki’s green eyes. It was obvious that during our short kiss, Loki had lifted the illusion that made him seem in appearance like his brother. I didn’t bother to fake surprise, as this was my plan all along. However, the rest of the throne room fell in a deadly silence. One could hear the gasps of surprise from everybody in the room. Even Odin’s radiating fury was palpable.

“Loki,” the one-eyed said through greeted teeth. “How dare you disobey me!? How dare you steal your brother’s bride!?” Odin shouted, making the whole room tremble with the roar of his voice. Frigga quickly approached him, trying to calm down his temper. “Jade, princess, I offer you, in the name of my son, our sincere apologies. We shall rectify this situation immediately-”

“All-father, if I may,” I dared to interrupt him. I was feeling confident now that my plan had finally worked out and everything was perfect. “You have asked me to marry a prince, and I did. In your speech, you said that no force in the universe could break this bond. So I shall remain with my husband.”

Part 2: here.

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the-princess-of-loki · 6 months

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Can't take it back

Pairing: Loki x fem!you

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff. A little bit of angst.

I inspired myself a little with "A Thousand Years", so if you want, here's a link for you to listen to it while reading.

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Loki couldn’t take it anymore. He has waited for you for what seemed an eternity, only to find you already taken. By a mortal. A useless mortal that wouldn’t give you half of what he could. And now he was comforting you, hugging you in his arms as you cried your heart over a stupid human who didn’t see you as you should be seen. He couldn’t take it. He wanted to do it for you, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t see you like this. Thus, he stood up, making sure you wouldn’t fall from the sofa, and started to walk towards the door of your apartment.

“Loki? Where are you going?” You asked him with a broken voice. Loki took a deep breath before turning around to face you again. Your beautiful face covered in tears tore him apart.

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t see you cry for a mortal that doesn’t deserve you,” Loki explained with the calmest voice he could manage.

“Please, don’t leave me now…” the way you pleaded him was like a million knives to his heart. “I need you.”

“No, you don’t!” Loki shouted and immediately regretted it, but he couldn’t take it back. “You need a friend.”

“You are my friend…” You said confused as you stood up and walked over to him. Loki’s throat felt dry.

“I’m not.”

Before he could think his actions through, Loki closed the distance between you two with just one large step. He cupped both your cheeks with his large hands and kissed your lips with passion. He enjoyed the sensation of your lips against his, taking great pleasure in the way your bodies seemed to respond in synchronisation. He enjoyed a good few minutes before he realised what he was doing. Loki pulled back immediately, sheer horror at what he did covered his whole face. He seemed even paler than he usually is. Without even saying goodbye, he left you alone in your apartment.

-0-

Loki had avoided you for the past weeks. He wasn’t sure if you wanted to see him, or if you just wanted to yell at him for what he had done. You have sent him some messages, asking him to go and see you, but Loki hasn’t dared to reply. You weren’t specific in your messages so he didn’t want to make any assumptions as regards your intentions.

Two weeks after that night, however, Loki received a text from one of your co-workers. You had told him before that he was your emergency contact at work. Your co-worker just told him you hadn’t gone to work earlier today and wondered if everything was okay. Immediately, Loki shifted into an eagle and flew over to your apartment. He didn’t bother knocking as he was too worried to care about formalities. Loki used his magic and opened your door without making a noise. When he was inside, he could see you laying on the sofa. He walked over to you and bent next to your face. Loki sighed, relieved, when he noticed you were only asleep. Nevertheless, he could notice your eyes swollen as they usually were when you had cried a lot. He couldn’t leave you just there when he knew you’d been crying. You didn’t give him much choice either, because you opened your eyes at that exact instant and looked at him.

“Loki…?” You asked, your beautiful voice hoarse. You looked at him confused and Loki’s heart started to beat wildly against his chest just to see your beautiful eyes looking back at him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki answered with a sense of awkwardness that he tried to hide with a charming smile of his. You reached your hand to his face, touching him slightly as if you were afraid he would disappear at your touch. “I am sorry I have irrupted into your flat like this. One of your co-workers sent me a message that you didn’t go to work today and I was worried about you.” You sat up straight on the sofa, stretching a little, before you looked at him again. Loki’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the sadness in your eyes.

“Well, you can see I’m still alive. You can go on ignoring me now.”

“Darling, I am sorry-”

“No. Don’t call me that. Your absence made it perfectly clear that I mean nothing to you,” You interrupted him and it was Loki’s time to look at you confused.

“What? No. You mean more to me than anything else,” You scoffed, standing up. Loki stood up as well, still looking at you confused.

“Why did you leave me, then?” You asked him, not turning around to face him. However, Loki could hear in your voice that you were starting to cry again. He immediately took a step further and put his arms around you, hugging you tight against him. He kissed your hair as you trembled in his arms, still not facing him.

“I was afraid. I thought you hated me because…of what I did…” Loki replied in a whisper. He couldn’t even say the word ‘kiss’ out loud. It was too embarrassing for him. How could he, a god, give in to his impulses like that? He was still blaming himself for his weakness. You turned around in his arms, looking at him with determination. You tiptoed and kissed his lips softly.

“Hating you because of that? You’re much more important to me than a simple kiss…” Loki gulped his saliva, feeling his pale cheeks going a little pink.

“You don’t understand, darling. It wasn’t just a kiss…I…” Loki sighed, trying to gather the courage to mutter the words. “I am in love with you,” He finally muttered, forcing himself to look into your eyes.

“You…are?” you asked him, surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” Loki sighed again.

“You have that relationship and I didn’t want to force my feelings into you when your heart is elsewhere…”

“My heart was always with you, Loki. I’ve never thought about the possibility of a handsome god like you falling for a human like me, so I didn’t even thought about it. But that man means nothing to me. You do.”

Before he could even react, you joined your lips with his again, this time not letting go. Loki kissed you back without a second thought, closing his eyes, hugging you tighter against him and moving his lips lovingly against yours. You both kissed for a long time, forgetting everything around you and just enjoying the pleasure of your lips together. The feeling of having you in his arms, safe and sound while he kissed you to his heart’s content, had Loki beaming.

“I am…what you want?” Loki asked in a whisper, nuzzling your nose with his, still not opening his eyes for fear that he was dreaming and this was all an illusion. The irony wasn’t lost on him, to be honest.

“Look at me, Loki,” you asked him in a whisper and he immediately opened his eyes. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. You smiled sweetly at him as you caressed his now pink cheek. “You are more than everything that I want, that I could have even imagined. Loki, you are a dream come true.”

Loki beamed again and kissed you again. From that moment on, he wouldn’t let go of you. Ever again.

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the-princess-of-loki · 8 months

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Mine- Chapter 1: Sakaar.

Summary and masterlist

Chapter 01: Sakaar

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Warnings: Smut, graphic description of smut, Minors DNI, possible spoilers of Thor: Ragnarok.

I was tied up in a metallic chair, which was moving in a kind of magnetic tape, with this stupid obedience disk on my neck, transported to meet this crazy man who called himself ‘Grandmaster’. I didn’t know where in the Nine Realms I was, I didn’t think there was any information about survivors who had been thrown out of the Bifröst. I didn’t care much either. Loki was gone, Thor was gone and Hela was on Asgard probably ruining it to the ground. I couldn’t believe my eyes when my chair stopped moving: after all that darkness, there was music and colours and laughter everywhere. I blinked several times to adjust to my new surroundings. When I was ready to look around me, Loki was standing in front of me, a glint of concern in his green eyes. Before I was able to say or do something, a strange voice appeared out of nowhere.

“Do you two know each other?” I turned my head from Loki to see an old man dressed in a colourful robe. Immediately, I didn’t like him. I didn’t know why.

“Yes, Grandmaster,” Loki interfered before I was able to say something. “Quite frankly, Åse is my wife. Would you be so kind as to release her?” I looked at Loki surprised but he told me with just one look to shut up and follow along. I bit down my lower lip as I always did when I was nervous.

“You haven’t mentioned a wife in all the weeks you’ve been here, Loki. And you seemed fine to interact with…us,” The old man’s eyes shone. Loki changed his weight from one foot to the other.

“I am sorry, Grandmaster. I thought my wife had passed away and I was mourning. I did not know how to cope with the pain, I apologise for my behaviour,” Loki was using his best charisma and lying skills and it seemed that he had that old man wrapped around his finger. Not surprising at all. “But, please, do not punish my wife because of me. Would you be so kind as to release her? I will be forever grateful,” Loki looked at him through his eyelashes and I had to admit that even I would have given him whatever he desired.

“I will release her…under the condition that you show me that you two are married for real,” Loki nodded and looked at me while I was being released from that chair.

Those who didn’t know Loki as I did, would believe in his full of love face as he was looking at me. However, even when we had a lot of history together, I knew he was buffing. He didn’t love me, not as I love him. And I was with Thor…or at least were. What happened to him? If Loki and I were alive, then maybe he had a chance. It didn’t matter, though. He would probably go back to Asgard, try to kill Hela all by himself, and get killed in the process. I needed to survive here and it seemed that Loki had a plan.

We were both taken to another room and the guards that had accompanied us closed the door after us. We were alone in a blue room, with nothing else than a bed there. After a long sigh, Loki grabbed me and hugged me tight against his firm and lean body. I sighed too and hugged him tightly. I let some tears go down my cheeks and Loki caressed my long red hair which was tied up in a long braid. I always wore my hair braided when I was in a battle.

“What do we do now, Loki? Thor probably went back to Asgard to fight Hela by himself, and we’re here…” I sobbed while speaking in a whisper.

“I know, Åse. I would have never imagined that you would end up here, too. And now we have to…” Loki left the sentence hanging in the air, whispering as well.

“What do we have to do?” I asked, looking at him confused. He made a face. He pulled my face closer to him and left his lips next to my ear.

“I convinced the Grandmaster not to look at us while we are here, but I am pretty sure he is listening to everything we say. Except for this, since we are whispering, of course,” Loki pulled back a little, “My love, I am so happy to be with you again,” he said in a loud voice. “I thought that we were going to be reunited in Valhalla,” after saying that, he once again put his lips next to my ear. “The Grandmaster will be expecting us to have sex soon.”

“Is that what he meant when he said we needed to show him we were truly married?” I asked in a whisper as well, leaning into him.

“Yes. We can fake it, but I am sure that he will know it somehow. I’ll leave it up to you, Åse. You know that I’m always up to have sex with you, but if you want to fake it, I’ll respect you.”

“Let’s do it.”

I didn’t give it much thought because I knew that I was going to back away if I did. Loki may be hedonistic, but he would never force me to have sex with him. I knew him since we were nothing but children, we had our ups and downs -mostly downs-, but I knew he was a good person. Even when he was being mind-controlled by Thanos, he didn’t hurt me as much as he could have.

I walked towards the bed, glimmering away my clothing with my seiðr. Even when I was the Goddess of the Elements, I knew how to use basic seiðr since Queen Frigga had taught both Loki and me everything. I sat on the bed, waiting for Loki to join me. I looked at him with one raised eyebrow when he just stood where he was looking at my naked body. We have seen each other in all kinds of nakedness, we even had our first time having sex together. That was long ago, but still.

Loki walked towards me getting rid of his new leather armour and cape with his seiðr as well. He laid on top of me in the bed, supporting his weight on his hands that were at each side of my head and gave me one last look, trying to analyse me with his piercing green eyes. And he was able to do it: he could do it since we were children. He could read me like a book.

After a few seconds, he joined our lips in a heated kiss. I couldn’t help but moan at his kissing technique and he answered with another soft moan. I erased every thought from my mind and focused only on feeling. Loki is the best lover I ever had, so I was completely sure that I would be having a good time if I just let myself go.

Loki let one of his hands wander in my body, touching every spot he knew that got me going. His cold hands on my bare skin again got me shivering as his tongue entered my mouth and played with mine. He pinched one of my nipples with two of his fingers making me moan. Loki let my mouth go as he kissed my neck, my collarbone, and my breastbone until he reached my other breast. He licked, sucked and bit my nipple softly while his fingers played with the other.

“Is this foreplay really necessary?” I asked him in a whisper, moaning again when he sucked my nipple harder.

“Yes, I don’t want you to be pained. Maybe you don’t believe me, but I care about you, Åse,” Loki answered me while his hand left my nipple and went down my body until he reached my core which was already wet. He found my clit in no time and started to rub it, making me moan again.

“Oh, Loki, you are the best lover I’ve ever had,” I didn’t intend to say that out loud but it was out of my mouth before I could think about it. He looked at me for a second before chuckling. His lips were next to my ear but his hand didn’t stop his circling motions on my clit.

“Is that so? Better than my dear brother?” He whispered that stupid question and decided that was the best moment to put two of his long fingers inside me and curl them, rubbing my g-spot with every rub.

“Yes, Loki! The best!” I answered arching my back and moaning at his touch.

He knew I was completely at his mercy, he could ask anything of me and I would have given it to him. I didn’t lie though: he is a better lover than Thor. But I didn’t want to think about that. Luckily for me, Loki didn’t push the matter any further. What he did push was his fingers inside me and then he added a third one. I looked at him and he just chuckled before removing his fingers from me. I couldn’t help but whimper at the loss even if I was begging for it. Loki looked at me intently while he entered me in one swift motion. I moaned loudly and threw my head backwards the most that the pillow would allow me. Loki bit down my collarbone to hide his moan, but I heard it anyway. I loved his moans, they were so deep and guttural as if I woke up the animal inside him. I put my legs up and crossed them behind his back as my nails scratched his upper back. He started to move, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me and then thrusting back with full force, hitting my g-spot. Oh, how I missed the way he fucked me. Nobody has ever fucked me the way he did. Loki was a master of sex. Even during our first time, he knew exactly what to do.

He thrust inside me with expertise and soon enough both of us were moaning loudly losing all the sanity we had left. It was always like that when we united our bodies. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the tale tell sign in my ankles that I was about to cum. The tickling sensation in my ankles went up my legs until it reached my belly. I warned him but he kept going until I reached my climax with a loud moan of his name. He followed me a few moments later and I felt his hot seed filling me. My body felt wobbly after such an intense orgasm. Loki rolled out to lay beside me on the bed while he stabilised his breathing.

“I don’t think that will be enough,” He whispered turning his head to look at me. I looked back at him confused.

“Hum, thank you?” Loki chuckled.

“No, dear, I don’t mean that. You know that having sex with you is great no matter the circumstances,” I rolled my eyes, even when I knew he was absolutely right.

“Then, what is it?”

“I don’t think that the Grandmaster will believe us with just sex. We will have to pretend around him and at all the parties. Just follow me, alright? I will find a way to get his security access codes and take us out of here,” I nodded.

“I believe you,” And I did. Even after everything we went through, I really believed in him. Even when nobody else did.

“I don’t think he’ll ask us to have sex anymore. Surely to join his orgies, but if we behave like a married couple then we have every excuse to decline,” he gave me a side glance. “Selv om du ser ut til å kose deg masse med meg,” I punched him lightly on the shoulder while I felt the heat going up to my cheeks.

“Stop praising yourself, menace. It’s just sex,” I shrugged.

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After we had been for some weeks in this chaotic place, another surprise came up. Thor appeared tied down in one of those chairs. Loki and I have been the whole time convincing everybody that we were as in love as possible. The Grandmaster didn’t ask us to have sex again, but we needed to pretend in front of him. That is why I was looking at my boyfriend completely relieved that he was alive, holding his brother’s hand and arm. Thor looked at us with confusion in his blue eyes and I just shook my head slightly.

Please, let it go, I begged even when I knew that he couldn’t hear me. He and I could never have that connection. Loki answered all the questions about Thor the Grandmaster asked him but did little to nothing to help his brother’s case. The God of Thunder was sent with the rest of the fighters as he was going to fight the Grandmaster’s big champion tomorrow and I asked for a private room with Loki. It wasn’t difficult to get one and once we were alone, I yelled at him so much that my vocal cords ended up hurting. I knew they didn’t get along for a long time now, but they were still brothers, for Norns’ sake. I knew that Thor was confident because he had never lost a fight in his whole life, but he couldn’t risk it. Not like that, when he was still mourning his father. One cannot make the right decisions when one is suffering from so much pain.

Loki heard all my yelling without saying a word and when I couldn’t speak anymore he sighed and projected us where Thor was. The blond was on his knees, praying for his father’s soul to reach Valhalla and we both joined him out of respect. It was no secret that neither Loki nor I were mourning the Allfather’s death, but Thor was really grieving. When the older finished praying, he and his brother started to bicker at each other until Loki’s projection was gone.

“Thor, don’t listen to him. Loki and I are working to get out of here, and you’ll come with us too, I promise,” I said when we left alone, kneeling in front of him but not touching him so my projection wouldn’t vanish.

“I trust you, Åse,” Thor answered me with a severe face. I bit down my lower lip.

“Do you?” I asked in a whisper, gnawing my lower lip again when I wasn’t talking.

“Yes, I do. Probably you had to do some things here that I won’t like, but it’s a survival game, I guess,” He shrugged. His cold attitude was worrying me.

“Thor, please tell me that you’re going to fight with all your might tomorrow.”

“When have you known me to back down?” he half-smiled at me. “Go now, nobody can see you here. I will be alright and then we both are going back to Asgard to kick my older sister’s ass,” I chuckled.

“Count me in. I may be an orphan, but you have a really strange family, have you noticed it?”

Thor chuckled and then reached out for me with his hand, making my projection disappear. When I came back to the private room Loki and I shared, he was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and went after him.

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An Offering [Asgard! Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki's lack of carnal exploits have caused chaos in Asgard- and something must be done. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki POV. Smut. Language. Ridiculous lore.

Loki’s eyes scanned the lines on the page, uncrossing his ankles before immediately crossing them again.

He was restless. His manhood twitched as he re-read words he had missed in one endless, sprawling sentence. An annal of the wars of Muselpheim. It was the least erotic tome in his personal collection. These days, it didn’t take much.

He cast a glance out the window, wondering what carnage his unspent power was causing at the present time. Had a ghostly tidal wave risen and washed out the harbour town? A curse which made food taste like ash? An unfamiliar steed trotting through the mountain villages with an insatiable appetite for the bemused inhabitants worldly goods?

Loki didn’t know. All he knew was that he didn’t want to see anyone.

It was humiliating. His mother’s voice filled his ears against his will, the memory making his ears burn. You must copulate with someone Loki. Anyone; she had said calmly, her cheeks faintly pink. Chaos is building within you, if it is not released...naturally – then your seidr will find a way to expel itself in other ways,’

Loki shook his head, the familiar clench of embarrassment twisting in his stomach. A belch of smoke began twisting skyward in the distance from the market. It was green. He sighed, shutting the book on his lap and placing it to the side of the window-seat. If he concentrated, he could feel magic leaking from his pores like sweat. It bubbled through the air around him, the faint scent of tart spiced lemongrass following him around. Taunting him. Chaos.

And it would only get worse. “What am I to do with you?” he mumbled, staring down at his crotch. It stirred in response.

“Ah, yes, but you see, we want the same thing-” he crooned, as if to a friend. Or indeed, a foe. “The way they talk they would have me thrust you upon any diseased cretin from the alleys by the square.” He looked out the arch, the heavy emerald smog beginning to settle over half of Asgard. “But we are better than that,” he muttered.

A low chorus of coughing had begun to rise and echo around the high towers of the citadel. Loki grimaced. “I do hope it’s not poisonous,” he mumbled to himself.

There was a knock at the door. “Gods…” Loki sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall in frustration. Will they not let me alone.

It had become abundantly clear months ago that taking care of his sexual gratification by hand was not sufficient to quell the tide of magical energy coursing through his veins. Flesh, was what was required. A second heartbeat. An offering of the basest kind.

The instances of chaotic overspill had started small – batches of grain turning to sand, mirrors losing their reflection in the palace; but as the need for release grew, so did his frustration.

There was a reason that his familiar bedfellows had fallen out of favour. He caused too much angst. Too much heartbreak, that much was clear. They were satisfied for a time, but tormented in their limbo for his affection. Or his title. But they could never be her. He could see it in their eyes, the realisation when they felt him leave their cooling beds. It was not their fault.

He could not have her. She did not know or care of his existence, not really. Not outside of his garishly rouged face on a mural. Loki was not interested in breaking hearts. Not anymore. Especially his own. And as time when on, and the leakages grew in strength – people were afraid. There was that, too.

The knock came again. With an exasperated exhale, Loki rose. He crossed the room, smoothing his palms down the front of his tunic. Hooking one thumb in the low slung belt around his hips, he tried his best to look menacing as he opened the door. “What do you-”

The frown of annoyance melted to confusion as he ran his gaze over the waiting form in stunned silence. A woman, her face dipped in a light curtsey. Soft tendrils of hair fell around her collarbone like a nymph. “Your highness.” she spoke, keeping her head down. Loki tilted his head. How curious, he pondered as he reached out and gently tipped the woman’s chin up. His breath hitched at the unexpected sultry darkness of her eyes. Familiar. Impossible. “What are you doing here?” he murmured warily, casting a glance around the otherwise empty corridor. “Don’t you know it is dangerous to-” “May I come in, your highness?” she said softly. Loki frowned at the audacity of her interruption. But there was no hint of fear in her lilt, which he respected – and so the god found himself stepping aside.

The hem of her gown rustled on the stone floor, sweeping in a grand circle as she turned to face him. It was cream, the fastening at her bosom which ran down the centre of its length trimmed in the same dark green as the thick smoke currently blocking out the sun. Loki shivered.

“It has been decided that I am to be an offering,” she said haughtily. Her chin was held high, a beacon of poise and cold elegance. Norns, how Loki wanted to ruin her.

But he wouldn't. He shouldn't. Not her.

He stared back in slack-jawed disbelief, before bursting into laughter. He could feel his stomach clench, the peals of mirth taking a greater hold than the situation deserved. But it had been a while since Loki had laughed, among other things.

“My a-a-apologies,” he gasped, extending a hand to pat down her tangible offence. The lady’s arms had folded, a waft of malice washing over the god like a current. He collected himself, smoothing his hair as she looked on. “It’s not you, you are…” he looked the woman up and down, “lovely. Truly. I just...did not expect my family to stoop so low as to enact a farce such as this.”

The woman began to pace in a wide circle, her finger inspecting the wide wooden curve of his bed-frame. She paused, her chin tilting towards him with a wicked glint in her eye.

“It was my idea, actually” she said, beginning to smile as Loki shuffled where he stood. “Your brother took some convincing, but I think that is only since he had eyes for me himself.”

Loki could not find the words. “The armoury cache has turned to salt, you know” she chirped, smiling while she continued an achingly slow tour of his chambers. Loki groaned inwardly as she peered at the books on the nearest shelf, ghosting a fingertip over the spines.

“You have no idea how difficult it is to get a Prince’s attention,” she hummed. “Especially when he locks himself away and denies the ladies of the court an opportunity to flaunt themselves. Desperate action must be taken,” she purred playfully, the fragrant twinge of stinging sarcasm inflaming Loki’s arousal. Was she jesting? A cruel, elaborate trick? Loki decided he must be dreaming.

He cleared his throat, painfully aware of his cock hardening beneath his trousers. Of all days, why had he chosen the satin?

“You are here of your own free will, then?” he managed to say. She nodded, a closed lipped smile pressing against her cheeks. His eyes were drawn to the heave of her cleavage, rising and falling in anticipation before they rose back to her face. Her lips.

"It is a grave offence to lie to a god of Asgard, my lady" he warned, painfully aware of the slowing breaths making his voice thick. He could feel his tongue move, yet the words seemed to belong to another.

“They say it could be dangerous,” she said matter-of-factly, ignoring his ominous overtones. “-Fucking you, I mean.” Loki stared. He was fully hard now, the urge to free himself and have the woman against the nearest bookcase almost overwhelming. She raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk curling at the edge of her mouth. “Personally, I think it’s all rather exciting. Don’t you?” “You’re mad,” Loki mumbled, realising with surprise that he was already halfway across the floor. The woman let out a low tinkling laugh, resting an elbow on the shelf. “You’re one to-” Loki’s lips collided with the siren, crashing against her mouth like a tempest. She parted for him, wild hands twisting in his hair as he pressed her against the wood. Her moans of excitement, her breathy pants into his mouth as he caged her. Loki was undone.

His tongue wrestled hers, hands exploring the curves of her body that bucked against his touch. Meaningless words gasped from his lips as her palm slid harshly against his cock, mastering the slide and squeeze along its length.

“Bold, my Prince-” she teased, as his throat worked in grunts and swallows beneath her touch.

“I take nothing which was not already offered, my lady” he keened, thrusting against her hand. Their lips met again, deep curls of muscle enveloping the other in wet need. “And not all which is offered, either” he groaned against her ear. “Not yet.” The woman chuckled, sliding her hands up the velvet of his tunic. She pushed him lightly, making him stumble back like a feather. The backs of his knees hit the bed, falling and landing on the pristine sheets with a bounce.

“Take it then,” she uttered, laden with ceremony. Her eyes smouldered, wild waves falling around her face. Fingertips worked invisible buttons at the bodice of her dress, the middle section of green parting before she shrugged it from her body. Loki gripped the sheets, thighs trembling. “It is here, for you...my Prince.” Loki wet his lips, hungry eyes staggering up every perfect inch of her naked body. Mapping the trail his fingers would take as he sank into each delicious curve. The god felt his thighs widen, the tight trousers he wore an unbearable constraint. With a flex of his fingers, he was as naked as she. “Norns,” she whispered, her eyes wide. She began to pace towards him, a sudden goddess of love and peace and salvation. “You’re even more beautiful than they say.”

Loki barely heard her, transfixed by the supple legs which now straddled him on the edge of his bed. With a sharp intake of breath he let his hands run over the curve of her ass, squeezing gently. In turn, her fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, tugging as she breathed against his cheek.

“How long I have waited for this,” she murmured softly. Loki groaned. He fell back, bringing her with him in an animalistic kiss. He was being rough, he knew that. But he could barely control the deafening roar of unnatural lust. It flowed from him in waves, a roar of static crisping in the air.

“If you feel you are in danger, leave – immediately,” Loki gasped, throwing his head back with a moan while she ground against him. His mussed hair fanned against the sheets. He could feel the well of magic pulsing inside him with the beat of his cock. Like a drum, louder and louder in his ears. “You need this,” she panted, “we all do.”

Loki was tortuously aware of his manhood dancing at the tight slit of her entrance. He felt as a hound did, told to stay itself before a feast table. She moved it in circles, lapping up her wetness. The god groaned again, lips parted to the ceiling. “For Asgard,” she murmured coyly, before sinking fearlessly onto his cock. The cry which strangled itself from Loki’s throat shook books from the shelves. A ripple reverberated from the bed, making stone from the high arches crumble in dusty clouds.

His eyes flew open, and he knew from the reflection in her own that they were dark as a lemurs. The pupils drowning out any colour in his irises; wide. Wild.

Hands flew to her hips and pushed her down as he thrust up, bottoming out. A ringing cry sounded around his chambers. “Good...girl,” he smouldered darkly, an empty echo of past affairs. “Uhhh...y-yes- good girl.” Loki heard his own voice in singular clarity. As rich and foreboding and potent as a tangled forest by moonlight. There was a squelch as he withdrew, before flipping her over. She lay below him now, her features alight with desire and self-satisfaction. Her pretty moans tickled the air as he filled her sweet little cunt to the hilt. Each slap of his hips scraped the bed further across the floor. Ancient mahogany screeching on rough stone. Had sex always felt this good? Loki couldn’t recall.

All he knew was he needed to fuck to the edge of oblivion. Her fingertips dug into the taut flesh of his ass, pulling him deeper. Loki hissed, curls swinging wild over his brow. Flames nested in the torches hung on the walls snuffed out, plunging the room into inky blackness. All that remained, while the cloud of his unspent lust blocked out the sun, was her body. This temple that would restore him. Loki sucked down, teeth grazing a bruising kiss into her shoulder. “Loki,” she whined, moaning like a whore. “More-” And Loki complied. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders. “My benevolent offering,” he muttered in barbed desire, sliding his wet cock inside her inch by tantalising inch. Loki’s eyes rolled back as he hit bottom. Consecration, surely. The torch flames came roaring back to life, licking the very ceiling above them in a tidal wave of primordial heat. The woman gasped, her pussy tightening. More dust fell from the archways, specks swimming in the air as the god punctuated every thrust with a filthy curse known only to he.

She exploded upwards, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to hers. Their bodies writhed with devilish rhythm, each fluid buck of Loki’s hips making emerald stars explode in a dreamy haze above their heads before melting to nothing. “I’m close,” she panted, tightening her thighs around his hips. Loki growled, his breathing heavy. He could feel the animal inside him rear. The bull. The wolf. The serpent. Ready to feast upon her pleasure like a wasted demon. He pressed down, tugging her clit with slow, wicked waves of his hips.

With a howl of his name, the woman came undone beneath him; her hair sprawled and spilling over the bed’s edge like a sacrifice. The room began to shake. Or was it the palace? Loki didn’t know. Trinkets fell to the floor, smashing. Crashing sounded from the next room, plates, jars of ink splattered like dried blood on the stone. Ancient tomes thudded with morose cracks, a sound which at any other moment would fill the god with despair. But not at this moment.

Every muscle in his body was tensed, primed to detonate. His balls tightened as they slapped her skin, the thundering surge of magic in his body threatening to burst in uncontrollable chaos.

He couldn’t. It was too much, too dangerous. Suddenly her fingers clasped around his jaw, drawing his gaze to hers. It was dreamy. Happy. It was trusting. And brave. That too.

“My Prince,” she whispered softly; a calm in the storm. “Cum for me.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his breathing becoming steadier. The fingernails of her free hand scratched gently between his shoulder-blades, down the curve of his spine.

Loki savoured the heat of her body beneath his, the unrelenting grip of her channel around the root of the realms woes. She worked him fearlessly, lilting her hips up to meet the base of his cock with rhythmic grace. “For me,” she repeated, before placing a gentle kiss over his parted lips. She sucked the bottom one as it released. Loki’s mind was blinded by light. Shuddering, incapacitating pleasure searing through his body as his world went dark.

Orgasm ripped through him like torn leather; fierce and merciless and raw. It rose in an eruption, consuming and obliterating and remaking him as he spent himself inside her.

A shimmering pulse of power emanated from the bed, spreading and rippling through walls as the whole of Asgard felt the release cascading from his veins. From his cock. An aftershock that would be felt through the realm. The god's face was contorted with pleasure. A thick, shaking gasp of exhausted relief was all he could muster as he collapsed in a heap beside his saviour. Moments passed. But truly, it could have been an age.

“Did I say anything?” he panted, utterly spent. “I just felt...-” “-my name,” you finished, running a hand up his chest.

You dragged your fingernails gently down his stomach, sighing happily as the first licks of sunlight appeared through the clearing smog. “I didn’t know you knew it.” “Of course I do,” he murmured. A veil of sleep began to descend while he inhaled the scent of your sex damp hair. Was this a dream?

If it was, Loki hoped he would never dream another.

He turned to you with a lazy smile, eyelashes heavy with the bliss of it all. He was free. And she was here. Her. You. “I did not think you knew mine," he said quietly, before sleep took him.

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Mine - Preface

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Warnings: None in this one.

Summary and masterlist

It all started when Loki and I were 12 years old. He, Thor and I were on the training grounds. We had grown up together and even though I wasn’t part of the royal family, I received the same education as the princes. Loki and I were tired of Thor winning all our fights, so we secretly met up to trick the elder and finally win. While Loki distracted him with some of his best projections, I attacked him from behind, clinging to his back until I was able to throw him to the floor. I moved so I was able to be on top of Thor and both Loki and I pinned him down while we laughed. Thor grunted and complained that it wasn’t fair.

“What in the name of the Nine Realms is happening here?” We quickly stood up when we heard the Allfather’s voice. I bowed and then kept my gaze down, as I have been instructed to do in the presence of the King.

“Father, we were just training,” Thor explained joyfully while cleaning off some of the dust he had on his clothes and standing up.

“You, Åse,” I looked up at the mention of my name to find the Allfather’s face full of rage. “You must remember who you are! You are nothing, understand!? Nothing! Respect your prince!” he screamed at me and I did my best to force back the tears that threatened to escape my eyes as I nodded. “Come with me, Thor.”

Thor tried to explain that I haven’t done anything wrong, but his father wouldn’t listen. I waited for them to leave the training grounds before I ran away to the forest. Next to Asgard’s palace, there was a big forest and there was a special place I have found some days ago. I ran there while the tears that I had stopped earlier went down my cheeks freely. Once I reached the clearing with the small river and cascade, I went directly to a tall rock, taller than me at that moment, and I used some of my air seiðr to be able to sit on top of it. I cried freely sitting there, not understanding what I have done so wrong to deserve to be treated so poorly by the Allfather.

I shrieked when I felt someone sitting down next to me but I felt more secure when I saw that it was Loki. Even though the three of us were all good friends, I have always felt a stronger connection with Loki. It may be because we can both use seiðr and took classes with his mother or because we spent a lot of time together when the Allfather was with Thor. I looked at Loki with shame, trying to stop crying and failing miserably. He cupped both of my cheeks with his cold and pale hands and cleaned away my tears, even though they were replaced quickly by new ones. Before I was able to react, Loki pressed his lips against mine softly. My eyes widened because of the surprising move, but right after they closed due to the tenderness Loki was showing me. Loki usually didn’t show his soft side, except for his mother sometimes. However, the way he was caressing my cheeks and the soft movement of his lips against mine was repairing the damage that his father has done.

“Do not let him affect you, Åse. You are truly important to us,” Loki whispered with a soft smile on his thin lips that now were pinker than usual due to our kiss.

“I do not understand what I did, Loki. We were just playing, as always,” I tried to reason in vain.

“The Allfather sometimes does not make sense, that is why you should not let him trouble you,” Loki smiled at me mischievously.

“You are going to be punished if they hear you talking about your father like that,” I whispered surprised. Loki rolled his eyes at me but he was still smiling.

“Just the two of us know about this place, Åse. Besides, Father is always looking for an excuse to punish me anyway,” He shrugged, trying to pretend he did not care, but I could see in his emerald eyes that it pained him. I took his hands on mine smiling softly.

“Let us promise that we shall always be honest with each other when we are here.”

“Shall we seal that promise with another kiss, my lady?” He asked me with a smile and I felt the heat on my cheeks. My skin was almost as pale as Loki’s, so my blush was probably evident.

“If you insist, my prince,” I answered him avoiding his gaze by looking at our joined hands.

I heard his chuckle before I felt his lips on mine again. That had been our first kiss in our entire existence, but it surely was not the last one.

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The Battle of Agincourt (Henry V/fem! Reader Oneshot)

Word Count: 7K

Summary: As his wife and queen, you follow your husband, Henry the Fifth to France for his battles. It is the morning of the battle of Agincourt, and you don't know if he will make it out alive. You spend one last moment of passion together.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ SMUT! SMUT! (We get TWO smut scenes in one onshot! P in V sex, missionary, doggy style, praise, breast play, degradation, bits of power play, doing the deed standing up-legit one of the filthiest things I've written in a long time!). Mentions of war and brief mention of sexual assault and death. Lots of angst, but also some fluff.

A/N: Based off of a dream I had. Enjoy!

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You never forgot the day you were introduced to the man you loved.

You were sent there to the castle. An alliance between your father and the new king of England was being considered. Nothing confirmed, you were told by your father. Only consideration.

“He is a single man. And young. He needs more for his army, his lands…and that is secured with a marriage,” he told you.

The one key to sealing it.

You.

A marriage between you and this king. Many men in his army sealed with one woman being brought to his bed. And it might be you.

You had heard he was a wild boy, Harry Monmouth. But everyone assured you that he had somehow matured. No sooner than his father died but he had been far calmer, more responsible. He spent his hours studying rather than drinking.

But you were still nervous. When the day arrived for this alliance to be discussed, your father asked you to dress in your best. Looking in the mirror as you squeezed your mother’s hand, you wondered; am I good enough for a king’s glance? Perhaps if you had more jewels and walked in with the richest silks like a shining diamond, then he would take note. Still, bedecked in your finery, you headed off and were greeted at the castle. You were stopped, awaiting the signal.

“If the king decides he would like to meet you…then be ready,” he warned.

It might not happen at all, you wondered.

You did hear voices outside the thick wall. Seeping through. No doubt there would be advisors and other lords to talk to the king. But there was one voice-he sounded young, indeed. He had a resonant, powerful voice- rich and commanding. But smooth too. The sort to command a legion but could also whisper gentle words to his lover.

As you stood, wondering how long you both could wait, the door opened, and you jumped.

“His Majesty, King Henry the Fifth, would like to meet you,” the servant announced.

Just for consideration. Nothing permanent. Not yet, you thought. You were grateful your dresses were long. They would hide your shaking legs. You nodded, remembering basic etiquette as you gripped your father’s arm.

The door opened and you walked inside, your steps echoing throughout the stone castle. You took in your surroundings despite the air in your lungs almost stopping. The high windows with the orange sunlight. The long candles for light. The weaving of Saint George on the back wall. A wooden throne with tall, stone steps. There, you saw your father. A few lords in the back-old men with scarves for hats and long cloaks.

And in the center of it, turning towards you, was a young man. A young man with a crown.

But as you walked in, you saw the young king. Extremely handsome. A head full of his auburn curls, his small, neat beard. His blue eyes were soft when he looked at you and a red leather doublet framed his lean body well. There were chairs about and you were led to sit in a chair some distance away.

Your father and the king began to talk. Keeping an appropriate distance. But you couldn’t help but admire the handsome, young king. If he were just an ordinary man going down the street, you would have indulged in ogling him. But you could not, you felt yourself get warm as you kept your eyes demurely on the floor when he caught you watching. Their voices became murmurs. Then the king turned to you.

“You are the Lady Y/N…” he began.

He gestured to you to rise from your chair, you gave him a curtsy.

“I am, your grace,” you replied.

He walked up closer. You could hear his footsteps. You made your own breath slower. You could feel yourself sweat like it was July in Italy. You forced your eyes down, feeling your shaking going to your hands.

“You need not be shy, my lady,” he said.

You then looked up. Eyes onto him.

“Could you take two steps closer, my lady?” he asked.

You did. He walked around you in a circle, seeing all of you. You let him, though your heart was roaring in your ears. Feeling his eyes all over his potential bride- you. Once he stepped out, completing his circle, your eyes met his. Perhaps that was bold, considering his position- your lord and sovereign of your country. But nothing in him deterred.

“Are you well?” he asked.

“Very well, your grace.” You replied.

Henry turned around to your father, looking at him, but only taking a step back.

“Sir…you have not offered me some mortal woman…” he began.

You placed your hands and did your best to mask your dread. Oh no, was he about to Call you something bad? How would you endure the humiliation of being not only rejected but insulted by the king of England mere minutes of meeting him!? You would have to spend your life under a rock in the woods to save your dignity. You looked up to him with big eyes and felt your body brace itself. To hold in the tears and anger of such a moment with as much false calm as you could. Awaiting the blow of the king's insult.

But no blow arrived.

Henry then smiled, eyes turning between you and your father.

“Here before me is an angel from heaven! A woman too lovely for us mere men!” King Henry the Fifth announced.

One did not recover from such a statement quickly. "Shock" was not quite the word fitting for how you felt. Utter and pure delighted surprise. Your breath quickened. You then added on, feeling a smile grow on you. Your heart picked up again as he walked closer to you.

“Thank you, your grace…do you fear blasphemy from such words?” you asked with a smile.

“Not if it is the truth, just as scripture is,” he added with a wink.

Your mind went blank at his wink, his smile. Hot and your mind spinning. Your mouth kept running from the excitement. But still polite.

“You are generous, your grace.”

He went up to you.

“Could you…call me Henry? Or Harry? Hal, even?”

“I could…Henry,” you replied.

You watched Henry turn to your father and shake his hand. The alliance went through. With a flourish, he signed the treaty and the agreement to marry you.

“Ah, my lucky little girl…now about to be queen of England!” your father would say later, kissing your cheek.

Henry-for now he was more than just the king, but your intended. would often invite you to visit. Giving you tours of every room and corner.

“After all, it’s going to be your home!” he would claim.

Or, to the most shock of anyone, he would visit your home himself to see you. Fine dinners would be served, and he would sit by you as you sewed, smiling like a schoolboy just to be beside you.

A chaperone was always present, but quiet in the back. A smiling shadow upon you two. Henry wrote you numerous letters and you wrote back to him when he was away. It was easier to like him the more he spent time with you. If not, be infatuated with him. Maybe even love him as the months to the wedding passed. He showered you with gifts and lovers’ tokens. Little ribbons and pieces of jewelry and belts and scraps of paper with love poetry.

The first time he held your hand, you thought you saw him tremble a little. His thumb went over the skin of yours. He was very soft- not pressing or squeezing your own. You felt as if you could float.

The first time he kissed you was the day before the wedding. You were both walking in the gardens. With the sun gentle and the flowers in bloom, it was just like a dream. Your chaperone was in the back, her arms folded before her. Then Henry stopped his steps and turned to you.

“Could I kiss you…on the lips, Y/N?” he asked, his eyes hopeful like a puppy.

You didn’t have the heart to say no. How fortunate that you wanted to. You felt yourself swallow hard and then nod your head.

“Yes,” you answered.

He tipped your chin to meet him and kissed you. It was gentle. Chaste, even. You felt his soft lips and nothing else. But it was…loving. Your knees wobbled again. You felt the breath from his nose. He was so close. So, so close. He felt…good. He let go, the lips clicking as they retracted. Both of your eyes were still closed. When you opened, he relaxed and let out a smile. You opened your mouth a little but had no words.

“Your kiss has a power to it, Y/N,” he whispered.

“I will use them with caution, then,” you replied teasingly.

You then returned to wrapping an arm around his and continuing walking. Both you and your chaperone shared a look, giving an appreciative nod. Something was growing inside you for him. Something…more.

You couldn’t deny that Henry was the most handsome man you had ever lain eyes on. His broad back and his slender waist. His winning smile, large, gentle hands, cheekbones, tall height, soft blue eyes- all beautiful.

And desirable.

He was lean and strong-what did he look like beneath his leather and velvet? If you were honest with yourself, you couldn’t wait for your wedding…and your wedding night. You often indulged in secret glances at his codpiece and his behind whenever he turned around-his pants flattered him. And both sides were something to see. The beautiful curls- a mix of red and blonde that he combed back. You wondered what it would be like to touch. Even pull from what you learned from others of what happened between a husband and wife before the big day. Henry’s beard made him look mature and dignified. Not some pranking, whooping boy- a man. A man who knew how to take care of a woman in bed.

Even among your tours of the castle, he never took you to your private chambers. But whenever you passed by the hall with those large, wooden doors right at the end of a small passageway, you couldn’t help but grin.

Already tingly and titillated at the thought of the night already, you kept your smile when they dressed you on your wedding day. It was joyous. Your gown was made with the finest while silk with little pearl embellishments and a jeweled belt. No one would doubt you were Queen of England already. Your father led you out. When you were placed on Henry’s left at the door of the chapel, you could see his smile on you- already bedecked in red with his crown. The ceremony felt far too long. But you held yourself together like a giddy child on a festival. The mass and prayers came and went. Henry made his vows before an altar as did you. Already when the priest made the sign of the cross over you two.

It was done. You were married to him now. The second the priest let his hand down, bells all over the city- no, not just the city, England itself it chimed out. Flower petals were tossed your way as you both walked out through the city, presented to the people as a couple.

There were enough guests that it seemed like half the world’s population. Your friends and family, those you loved dearly, were invited. A thankful distraction from your growing physical desire for your husband (to think! Henry was now your husband!!). They embraced you and wished “Y/N, oh much congrats!” to you. You never felt such beaming love from everyone you cared for as that day. You hugged and chatted and celebrated with the people you loved. Henry smiled at you and kissed your hand with such tenderness your heart could burst. The feast tasted sweet, and the music played even sweeter.

The room became darker, and servants lit more candles. Guests were leaving. It was announced that there would be a bedding ceremony. It was finally time, you thought with trepidation. Musicians played songs as the party led you to Henry’s chambers through those stone halls. Henry was adorably nervous. You saw his hands twitch and when you brushed close to him. Oh, no doubt you were nervous too. Any rational person in your situation would be nervous. You considered yourself such. But you were also…excited. Ready.

You entered the bedroom. It was large. Fitting for the king. Once it was your father-in-law’s room- the late Henry the Fourth. Now it was your husband’s. It was full of lit candles with tall stained-glass windows, and a white stone floor with black squares. A large bed with a dark canopy full of gold-colored fleur-de-lys patterns, cream pillows, and thick, dark blankets.

Servants undressed you from that beautiful wedding dress. They undressed Henry too until both of you were in your shifts. You couldn’t help but notice how the collar peeked at a beautiful, broad chest-just open enough to see a peek. It seemed as beautiful as you imagined. It made more shivers of desire run through you. You were given a cup of spiced wine that you both sipped from. It felt as sacred as a Eucharist- he looked at you as you drank and as he drank. An offering of something shared-how now you would be joined as one. The bed was now an altar and lovemaking a rite.

After the bishop blessed the bed, Henry dismissed every courtier. He thanked them for celebrating with him but insisted on privacy. They bowed and left. For the first time, you both were truly alone. He then turned to you.

“How are you, your Highness?” he asked, noting your new title, he took your hands, running a thumb over them.

“It was a long day…but a happy one. I’m a little tired…. but I’m well…,” you answered.

“I’m glad you are, Y/N…” he replied.

Smiling at him, You cupped his cheek and moved his arms to embrace you. He blinked in slight surprise.

“You can hold me…husband,” you said, relishing the taste of the word.

The most you did throughout your betrothal was hold hands. But he obliged and put his long arms around you. He smelled of wine and a bit of incense from the ceremony at the church. With his thumb, he gently traced your face.

“If Satan himself would look at you, he would weep and confess for forgiveness at once…Y/N, Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes- please kiss me,” you replied.

Then he kissed you. But you kept him there. Pressed against you. God’s blood, that beautiful man right near you, against you, on you- feeling his warmth, his body on yours. You wanted more. You then grabbed him and kept kissing him again and again. He felt so warm and soft…except for one part of him you could feel against you. And no codpiece to cover for it. You bit back a giggle at the new feeling, knowing that he really felt the same despite his wide eyes and blushing cheeks. And your body replied in turn. It was as if lightning was coursing through you. It made you wetter than the sea. Preparing yourself for him.

Oh, and you were more than ready. And this was a perfect time for it. You grabbed onto him. Then began to lead him to the bed with a smile, walking up two little elevated steps that led to the bed strewn with flowers and ribbons for this night. For this moment. For this act. Then right before the bed, your fingers went to the strings of your shift that held it together-the only layer over you.

Henry’s jaw dropped a little, looking down and then back up to your face. Even if you saw an outline of his desire through his shift, his eyes grew wide.

“Y/N …are you…sure?” he asked.

You undid the tie, showing the valley of your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down then forced back up at yours.

“Henry…I want you to take me. Make love to me- make love to your wife tonight!” you insisted quietly.

“I did not wish to…to push you to…to…uh, consummate the marriage before you...you wanted to…” he replied meekly.

The most powerful man in the world and here he was at a loss of words. To think this was once the tavern boy caught with prostitutes!

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Henry…I want you…take me on your bed…you are my king….rule me and have me here then….” You whispered.

You led his hands to push the rest of your shift off. Leaving you bare before him. His eyes finally drank all of you in.

That was enough to persuade him.

He pushed you down and was on top of you. Like an animal released from his cage, his kisses had a little more fire to them. His hands began to roam greedily over your body. Down your chest, feeling one of your breasts as he kissed you. Then down your stomach, over your hip bones- feeling each bit of you. He began to pant heavily, his eyes full of eager joy and a playful lust in his smile.

Then you helped to take off his shift. You nearly forgot to breathe at the sight of Henry’s naked body. His strong abdominals and arms. His large chest with a few black hairs. Of course, his own cock was so hard and large you bit back the urge to gasp at the sight of it. You laid down on the bed, smiling at him.

“Please, Henry…I ache for you…” you urged. Splaying your body before him on his bed. Feeling like a siren. Only he was no hesitant prey.

He pulled himself over you, taking one hand of his to position your legs to open, shifting his weight on top of you.

“I always wondered what this night would be like…what it would be like the moment I saw you…” he whispered.

He looked at you, cupping your cheek. Seeking permission as he settled himself, his tip just at your entrance’s beginning.

“Henry…I’m ready…” you urged him.

Not wanting to keep you waiting any longer. Not able for himself to wait any longer. He then positioned himself. Slowly, he entered you. Inch by agonizing inch. You writhed beneath him, moaning as he got inside.

“Oh! Oh-oh God!” you cried. He was big. You could feel him creeping in deep, almost like your stomach could be penetrated from his largeness. You clung onto the sheets tight, and his own hand went over yours.

He himself let out a grunt when he finally shifted all his cock inside you. There was a little pain, but it fizzled out. You were full-and it was heavenly You held onto him. He pulled his hips back and began to slowly enter you again and again. You groaned with each delicious thrust of his.

“Yes…nrgh-my wife-you-gods-my wife-my sweet wife-“he whispered with each snap.

You opened your arms as well as your legs, holding onto him. He repeated your name again. Kissing you tenderly on the side of your head when he could. A mess of groans and kisses and praise was all the king could say. His arms stretching around to keep you in his embrace.

Then he used one hand and lifted your legs up to a new position- a little deeper. Your knees went up. You let out little cries with each slow, sloppy movement. Each welcome intrusion of him to your insides. You had never known pleasure as much as this.

“Yes…oh gods…Henry…Henry I…oh!” you breathed out.

Your head lay on those cream pillows. Soft as clouds. With the dark bed canopy and the roaring fire, the rain outside pattering the windows, there was never a lovelier, more peaceful night. His curls fell before his face. He kept at it- thrust, thrust, thrust. His shallow breathing above you, and the moans that escaped you that were far from maiden modesty.

He held you. He gave you an open kiss as he thrust forward for one. He began to mutter more.

“Yes…nrgh- yes, -my little queen…doing so well…”

More little noises came out of you. And you heard his voice get only a little higher in pitch. And yet he continued, only barely picking up the pace. You wrapped your hands to him and ran one through the curls on his head- how soft they felt, like little auburn feathers. How soft the bed was-a feathered mattress against your bare skin as it slide back and forth slowly against it with each snap of his kingly hips. Henry slowed one thrust but would give you a little kiss- your cheek, the side of your face.

“God’s blood-my wife-nrg-sweet wife-oh-yes-taking-taking me…”

He kept at it. Then he reached down. He found your entrance, the very beginning where your lips and walls. He talked softly in between thrusts.

“I’m…I’m close, and I think….I think you are too, my little wife- I…yes…come undone, come undone with me…”

He reached inside and you gasped from the feeling. He found your bud, his finger curling with it, stroking it with each thrust. You let out another gasp. He smiled.

“Let go wife-nrgh-let it…let it-“

He began to strum it. Then everything overwhelmed you. You were spinning higher and higher. His kisses and hands already felt your bud and with his playing. You felt yourself winding up, curling up inside. You shook so hard. You wondered if you were going to die from the overwhelm, from the rising feeling, the intensity. His thrusts picked up the pace, you felt it growing, growing, growing.

Then finally, something hit you so suddenly, so hard-your body clenching and releasing all at once you let out a loud cry as the sensation hit you like cold air.

“Ah!”

A last thrust, the king of England came undone and let out his own small shout of pleasure. Then he stopped his thrusts. He stayed inside you, letting his seed rope itself. Then he held you, held you tight as he came inside you. It seemed as if the world itself stopped.

Once it was done, he pulled out but kept close to you. Caressing your cheek. Panting hard, his broad, strong chest rising with his breaths.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I feel…I’ve never felt so good, husband,” you replied with a giggle as you pulled him forward to wrap your arms and kiss him until both fell asleep.

He did turn out to be a good husband. Always listening, gentle, and enthusiastic about his role. He listened to your own advice and always took you seriously. He was aggressively faithful, shutting down even the idea of a mistress if any lord was foolish enough to suggest it. He spent time with you. There were so many times you would hold him to your chest and hum, playing with his curls. You learned from each other and challenged each other to do better each day. Be it in a game of chess or in court. He made you feel…safe. Wanted. Loved, even. Not to mention he was a passionate lover in bed. If your one duty was to bed the king, then being queen was quite a simple task indeed. And a duty you loved to fulfill again. And again. And again. And again.

You managed your own life as queen well. adapting and figuring it out. Attending parliament by his side.

You were sitting by him when the fateful day came. It was found out he had a claim to France. And the French ambassador mocked him by giving him the gift of a box full of tennis balls. Furious at the insult, Henry declared there and then he would begin an invasion of France.

He’s going to leave. He’s going to be gone to war. And who knows how long, you thought sadly. You went to your chambers and began to sob. Then the next day, all were discussing logistics. You sat on your own throne, contemplating it all as they talked.

“Yes, my brother- John shall stay. He will lead…” Henry announced. “And by this day, we will gather the army and set sail for France.”

You couldn’t take it. You sat up at once.

“And I will go with you!” you insisted.

The men’s heads turned to you.

“What?!” cried one lord, stepping forward.

The advisors went around you.

“Your Highness…it is not safe!” advised another.

You walked forward, looking down at the table with the map on it. Then you looked at them and addressed them.

“My husband is a warrior. And when we were married, we were made one. This means I am a warrior too, in my own way. And where he goes, there I must go too- his battles are mine as well. Then I say- I will go with him!” you declared, slamming a firm hand on the table.

There was a second of silence. Then your husband took your hands.

“If we can make it safe for her, she will go with me,” he said.

You went off to France with him. You braved the rollicking ships. You both shared a little cot bed as the ship heaved back and forth at night. One night was a storm and the thunder surprised you so much in your bed, you clung to him. He only laughed a little, rubbing your back in comfort.

“It’s only the voice of God, my dove, he is on our side…and protecting you,” he assured, kissing your forehead.

It was not long before it arrived and the army began to set forth. You traveled through forests, riding your horse by your husband’s side through villages and countryside for entire days. You were a little nervous being the only woman surrounded by men. But they knew how precious a queen you were to their Harry of England, their sovereign. If any of them dared to lay a hand on you, they knew they would face a quick and bloody end on their king’s sword. So, they kept respectful, always greeting you with bows and soft voices. You would set up camp and then live in a tent rather than a palace. Some hours you would give your own counsel as you stood by him for planning the army’s next move. When there was an attack, you were put in a safe place with many guards so none would dare hurt the king’s beloved. Other times, you would volunteer with the food or help with medical needs- helping with injuries, cooling warm foreheads with cloths. You saw this fiercer side already of him. He shouted bold, encouraging speeches as they went and attacked towns.

Though you scolded him for the speech he made to the Governor of a city called Harfleur. When they arrived, to your immense shock, Henry coldly threatened his army would pillage the town, set their infants on spikes, and ravish the village women. That was enough to persuade the governor to open the gates and peacefully let them go through without one shred of violence. But his words still rang and made you see red with anger.

You met him in your tent later, and he jumped at your frown and crossed your arms.

“Henry- you dare to have your men do these unspeakable things to women! You know better! Have you considered I am a woman as well?! And that is our worst fear!”

“I only wished to scare him. I knew it would move him, my dear. And it does happen during wars…”

“You will not let that happen! You will not let the soldiers force themselves on civilian women-or I shall never speak to you, and you won’t be allowed in my chambers either! I’ll sleep in another tent and not allow you to lay a hand on me!” You chided.

It was a threat which, like his to the governor, worked well. He never made a spoke like that again. And you forgave him.

The many ups and downs. The army was too depleted to move onto Paris so all of you went to Calais. You stopped and fled further realizing the French army was chasing everyone down. You arrived at the small town of Agincourt. The French army had now surrounded you. The Dauphin arrived one cold night. And it was decided-there would be a formal battle tomorrow.

Now here it was- a decisive battle. Only a small handful of soldiers could get a full night’s sleep and Henry himself stayed awake to talk to them. But in your temp, you tossed and turned in your makeshift bed under many blankets. You awoke and then fell again. Your worries had haunted you.

They were going to fight the Dauphin’s army. And the Dauphin’s men outnumbered Henry’s. Five French soldiers for every English.

You awoke shivering and dressed. You gathered your cloak for it was a cold day. Opening the flap of one tent, you saw him. Henry a small distance away, kneeling in the grass. It was so early that the sky was still grey, the sun barely peeking. You could hear his prayer.

“Lord…strengthen my soldier’s hearts…I’ve made my repentance to Richard and his grave…. please strengthen them…and me…”

Five to one, your mind kept repeating to yourself. Five to one. Five to one.

You wondered at the white horse he brought with him. It was with the others chewing on grass in ignorance of what was about to happen. Why would your husband need it? It would be as if he was a target for their practice! A surefire way to signal this was the man to kill.

How fragile he seemed as he kept praying. He was human. Your husband’s mortality dawned on you. His racing heart could stop. His warm skin grow cold. And his shallow breaths of his anxious prayer would end and there would be none anymore. He dressed in a red doublet- red as the blood threatening to spill from him.

You approached him, noticing him making the sign of the cross to end the prayer. He turned his head to see you.

“How are you?” you asked.

“Only as well as I can be…” he asked.

He easily got up from the grass. Then he went over to a of his lords and guards already armored. He whispered something to them. Nodding, they turned back to camp. He then returned, his gloved hands taking yours.

“I’d…I’d like to spend some time with you…. before…before it starts,” he said.

“Of course, dear husband,” you answered with a smile.

Both of you walked into the woods. It was peaceful- you heard the leaves beneath your shoes and the birdsong. The rustling of trees and the mist as gentle as his kisses at your wedding. Disguised in your cloaks, you could have been any ordinary pair of lovers wandering in the forest. Not a king and queen of a whole nation.

“Y/N…do you see that? In the valley?” he asked, pointing at a hand.

It was a barn. An old house, abandoned and burned to where the walls were only halfway stood beside it. He led you inside- the wood creaking and the wind whistling through it. There wasn’t one living life around. No horses. No pigs. Not even an ant.

“We’re a distance off…are we still safe?” you asked.

“It’s alright- you know the path- find the oak tree with mushrooms and keep walking north…Y/N, I asked the guards to leave us alone for a little. I wanted to…to be with you.”

There were no animals around, much less people. Only you two. Even the sky itself seemed unreal. It was nothing but the grey light of dawn over a cloudy sky. So early, it felt cold. And it was misty and grey.

It was dark and musty in the barn. You saw a wooden bench and stables and troughs. But it was mostly hay- so much hay that there were still tall stalks around the barn.

He then turned to you and kissed you. He took you in his arms. He touched your face, and you realized a tear was rolling down your cheek.

“Y/N…I want this…if this is our last moment together…I….” he began.

He held you closer.

“Yes, Henry….”

He took a deep breath. Then kissed you again, only leaving a trail down your neck. Your heart picked up and you warmed up quickly. He then returned, cupping your face again and looking directly into your eyes, so close. So, there was only him.

“The camp is far off. They won’t disturb us. They won’t hear us. Y/N I… I…I love you….”

“I love you too,” you replied. You kissed him again. You shivered from feeling the cold. And the growing desperation on his face.

“I know this is not the most romantic place. This is not the most beautiful speech I can think of. But…I say it again because it is simple. It is true- I love you, Y/N. And should I die, I want you to know that…”

“If…If this is the day, I’m killed…it is a prayer for you that will be my last word…I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I married you. I have so much shame, so much regret…but you- you were the best choice I made as king. To choose to marry you, love you…”

You cupped him and kissed him again. You felt him press against you. His hands went from your back to your sides. His gloves went up and began to bunch your skirt. Already, you felt yourself grow wet for him. Feeling the bit of cold air on your skin.

“The guards are away…the army is away…they’re far…my wife…please…. here…. love me one last time, lie with me here-so I can feel you-know it is like inside you, to feel your pleasure one more time…”

You grabbed onto him. Feeling his skin, his breathing in his body-his life. His fire.

“Yes…take me. Henry- use me now. I know you feel so much. Take it out. Take out everything on me…just love me…make love to me, husband. Strongly. Strongly as you feel,” you pleaded.

He gave a small smile, giving a last kiss with tongue. Tasting him. He pressed you close.

“You will?” he asked.

“I will,” you answered.

Then he pushed you roughly and you and you landed with a small laugh against a haystack. One so high it was taller than yourself. He then backed you to the haystalk in a second. His kisses on your neck had added teeth. He was leaving marks against the skin of your exposed neck.

“Do you like this, little wife?” he asked.

“I do!”

He chuckled lightly.

“Gods, you torment me. Each time you are there in my tent, every meeting you look at me and smile, I imagine you without your gown on. If could, I’d have you over that very table the second they left every meeting…”

Then, his hand turned to a grip. He grabbed onto you. You began to grind naturally against him. He gasped at the feeling but kept talking.

“Perhaps I could grab you and have you on the grass. And have every soldier who leered at you to watch. To have them watch as I take you like a beast. So, they know none of them can make you cum like I can. Until your name is all you can say on your lips. So, they all know you are mine.”

He found the blouse of your dress. Desperately, he pulled down the overdress’s shoulders. With one tug, he undid the strap of the shift beneath and pulled it down. Your breasts exposed. He cupped and kissed it. He kept a hand, pinching your nipple as he went to your ear. Then he began to make more biting kisses on your neck You embraced him- touching what you could, kissing what you could.

“Henry…I love you, I love you…” you repeated.

“I love you, and be ready, little wife. You’ve wanted fire-now you have it.”

He lowered his mouth to kiss your breasts. Then he used teeth and tongue. He bit your breasts, licked your nipples, and then used his teeth. You began to moan. It was so loud, that you were grateful not even animals could hear you now.

Then he lightly tossed you around. Then he turned you around, pushing you so that you leaned over a wooden bench that was kept there. Your hands braced onto the wood. He then lifted your skirt up to your hips, your bum exposed to him. He gave you a small smack on your behind. You let out a cry.

“I remember your chiding at Harfleur. That’s what you get, little wife, when you disobey your king. You get punishment.”

He began to undo his pants with a quick click of his belt. He began to thrust into you there- hitting this new angle. It was so obscene; you couldn’t help but give into it. Your own filthy moans and his grunts right behind you.

“There-nrgh-yes-I-I-I-take you, like-like a whore-“

You were moving along, feeling your own body shake with each fast, deep thrust. You let out shouts as he got over. The spinning feeling, coiling in your belly, rising from the delicious degradation.

“Oh…oh gods-Henry-I’m-I’m going to-to cum, I’mgoingtocumI’m-“

Then he stopped. You heard his voice behind you.

“Not yet…. you won’t release yet. I’m not done,” he announced.

He turned you around. His large hands almost ripped off your cloak, and then your dress so it pulled down. If he could rip your dress to shreds, he would. But he only roughly put it all aside. You were fully naked, and he was still clothed. He smiled and licked his lips, his curls freed from his head.

“This- seeing this again- I would fight a hundred battles to see your bare breasts and feel your sweet warmth around my cock again.”

He picked you up. You held onto him. His leaking tip is already teasing your entrance. Then he backed you up against the hay. He hooked your leg up to be around him. The hay was so high and sturdy that it held you up.

“My queen among people, but my whore in this barn.”

You gasped a little as he entered you. He was fast, desperate. His thrusts wild. He even freed one hand and slapped your breasts, and you let out a cry.

“How can I not touch these breasts? You make me too hard to even think in this army. Riding my horse when I want to use you like a mare beneath me.”

“Hen-Henry-I-I-“ the words left you.

Your breasts began to bounce with his movement obscenely. He grunted more like an animal. You wrapped your arms around his still-clothed shoulders, trying to keep up.

“I love-love-nrgh-you so much-gods-yes, I love you-nrgh-you’re all I could think about-yes-do you understand-ah!- how hard -yes- it is to speak diplomacy-nrgh- with the French when your cock is raging hard seeing your wife?”

He thrust into you again and your own voice was getting a little higher. Hard, rough, desperate. The spinning, the rising was happening. You held onto him. Then one glove began to reach down and circle your clitoris, you gasped- letting it out. The hard leather on your wet folds, on your bud was going to break you. You heard his words. You bit on, to fight the rise, to not release yet. Hearing each thing he said.

“If I live- I Want you in my tent. On my bed, over the blankets. I want you naked -and I want your legs spread wide for me-so I can ravish you like this again when it’s done. Do that-do that for your king,”

“Yes, yes-I will!”

“I-I-am-nrgh-your king, am I?” he asked as he thrust.

“Y-yes! Yes, you are!”

“Who is your king?”

“Henry! Henry’s my king!”

He then continued at another violent, rougher pace. You wondered how much of this you could even take.

“I want to take you-nrgh- scream-nrgh-so all of France know who belongs to you-you-yes-NRGH- are mine-as-as as France as mine.”

He began to thrust harder. You gasped, as he kept at it.

“Oh-Oh my god-oh god- it’s-it’s happening-Henry I’m-I’m I’mI’mI’m-“

“Yes-Yes-you’re there, little whore-cum-cum for your king-cum for your king-cum for your king!”

Finally, you did too with a last scream. It echoed across to where the sound pattered through the woods. With a breathy, struggled shout he released as well. He kept thrusting, but slower. His hot speed shot forth and went inside you. Both of you panting wildly- you could see your chests heaving. He then held you, shaking a little as he caught his breath.

“Y/N….darling…thank you…I love you…so much…”

He kissed the side of your head as you nestled together. He kissed your cheek and his grip softened.

“Are you hurt?”

“No…I’m not…I have never felt better…” you said.

He helped you back up. Though you felt a little dizzy from the intensity. You could feel his seed inside you-dripping a little down your thighs. You wanted it to stay. Perhaps you would have a child from this and you would have to one day tell them they were conceived on the morn of a battle. Your legs shook. He picked up your discarded clothes and quickly helped you dress back into them. You combed you both wiped the hay off of both of you.

“That was…that was incredible…” you sighed as he clasped the cloak around you.

“And I must agree with you…” he replied.

You walked out soon. Still holding hands. He blushed bright red and there was a prance to his step. Confidence. Even if he was defeated, he would not go down easily. Not without a fight. The sun was now rising higher. The time was approaching. You watched as he was fitted back to his armor by his servants as you stood and watched. Exchanging small looks between you. But before he faced his men, he went back and gave you a passionate kiss. The deepest, and most loving kiss you ever felt him give you.

“Should anything happen to me- the Dauphin, and out of mercy he shall make sure you are safely brought home to England as an act of diplomacy. I made him promise. And the remaining soldiers will guard you, as well as my uncle.”

“But if…nothing happens to you…” you asked hopefully.

“Then…you remember your promise…” he said with a grin.

“I will see you in our tent…”

He smiled, then he went down and kissed your hand. Tears in his eyes.

“I never knew one soul like yours. Your courage, your kind heart, your wisdom…the greatest of all queens in all nations, and if I had my choice of every woman, it would still be you…”

You embraced him a last time.

“I love you, Y/N. And you will always be loved by me. Thank you…thank you for everything…”

“I love you too, Henry…”

Sharing a brief last kiss on your forehead, he went on his white horse. You felt tears streaming down your face. Then off he went with his men to battle. You never felt prouder of him. Though you felt yourself crying, you were smiling as well. Proud of your king. Your lover. Your husband.

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Royal love at first sight

You sat on your throne while the two princes of Asgard entered your throne room. They were two opposites: both tall, however, one had blond, large hair and the other one had dark, shoulder-length hair. While one radiated confidence, the other seemed covered in a dark mysterious fog. Clearly, Odin would expect the older prince to court you even when he sent both his princes to do so. However, you couldn’t help to be captured by the sight of the younger prince. There was a heat growing inside you, a sense of curiosity, to unveil the dark prince’s secret desires. Both of them greeted you correctly, but only the younger prince bowed in front of you. That brought a smirk up your lips which you covered with your fingers. You interacted the necessary, only Thor speaking and then let them go to their chambers where they would stay for the week they were going to be in your kingdom.

That same afternoon you found yourself with some free time so you went to your favourite place in your palace: the private gardens. It was the only place where you could connect with your thoughts, put them in order, and just literally be with yourself even if you were completely surrounded by guards that were watching you all the time. Your surprise was great when you saw the younger prince of Asgard, Loki, sitting on a stone bench with a book in his hands. The light breeze moved his curls softly, giving him an eerie look. He put down his book when he saw you and an unexpected smile appeared on your lips. You didn’t fight it though.

“Your Majesty,” He bowed his head while crossing his long legs.

“How do you fancy my private gardens, my prince?” You asked while stopping to smell one of the white flowers that only grew in your kingdom.

“I didn’t know they were yours, my queen. I apologise for the intrusion,” He said quickly standing up. You couldn’t help but admire his long and lean frame. He surely had some muscles below all those layers of leather he wore.

“They are indeed mine, but you are more than welcome to stay. Would you walk with me, my lord?” You asked out of courtesy. As you were in your kingdom, he couldn’t refuse. He offered you his arm and you took it. You both started to walk down the paths of your garden that only you and your closest maids knew about. “I know about your reputation, my prince, but, would you tell me the truth if I ask you a question?” You asked after walking in silence for at least ten minutes. However, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. You felt at ease with him.

“You can try me, my queen,” Loki answered with a side smile. You giggled slightly and decided to take your chance.

“Am I wrong to think that Odin instructed you to step aside and let your brother court me?” Loki’s back tensed up and that was all the answer you needed. “I see. Now, if I may, would you court me if you didn’t have those orders?” You tilted your head up to look at his facial expression. He was looking down at the floor, so you took the chance to admire his beautiful face. His sharp jaw, thin lips, straight nose and green eyes seemed to have been carved by an artist.

“Would it matter, my lady?” He asked in a whisper looking back at you. You both stopped walking to stand face to face.

“It would for me, my lord. After all, are you not a prince from Asgard?” You questioned while your hand itched to caress his pale cheek, now with a shade of pink.

“I am, but then, I am not…” Loki sighed and a small glint of sadness passed through his beautiful features. You couldn’t refrain anymore: you caressed his arm going up until you caressed his cheek. He looked at you surprised.

“I care not what Odin wants. I am a Queen and I am more than capable of taking my own decisions. If it fits your desires, my prince, I would like you to stay with me,” You invited him with a warm smile and a shade of pink on your cheeks.

“There is so much that you do not know about me, my queen…” He sighed.

“Then, stay and let me know you. I could never be happier. But you do not need to rush your decision; I do not mean by any means to impose myself on you. Think about it and let me know your thoughts when you are ready,” You smiled warmly at him again and then moved aside to keep on walking. However, before you could take two steps away from him, you felt a cold hand on your arm, stopping your movement. You turned around to look at him and his expression was now determined.

“My queen, there is no need for me to think. I already know that I want to stay with you for the rest of my life. I knew it the moment I saw you this morning in your throne room. But I am afraid that you may be proven wrong about me with time,” His green eyes stared directly into yours and your heart has never beaten faster in your whole life. You knew right then that choosing Loki was never going to be a mistake.

“Kiss me, my prince,” You took one step closer to him. “And that was not a request.”

You put both your hands on his strong chest and looked at him intently. Loki didn’t hesitate to grab your waist and join your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. His lips moved on yours softly and you kissed him back trying to demonstrate not only your determination to keep him, but the love you felt building up inside you. You moved your hands up until you could place them on his strong shoulders. His lips felt cold and warm at the same time as they moved softly against yours. His lips tasted like winter -you wondered how could you taste winter, but gave it no further thought- but heated your heart to the very core. The light breeze surrounded both of you, white petals flying around you as your hands cupped his cheeks and caressed his beautiful cheekbones with your thumbs. Both of your hair intertwingled together on both your cheeks, making a mess, but neither of you was willing to let go yet. Your every thought left your mind, and every single cell of your body ignited as you felt magic surrounding you.

“It seems that my seiðr agrees with my heart this time, my queen,” Loki whispered not letting you go. After he finished speaking, he kissed the tip of your nose, both your cheekbones, your eyelids and your forehead.

“Loki…” You whispered his name, worshipping him like the God he is, while you tried in vain to calm down your throbbing heart.

“I love how my name sounds in your beautiful voice, my queen,” He continued his ministrations on your face, heating your cheeks and your heart at the same time.

“Loki, will you stay with me and be my king?” You asked him looking at him through your eyelashes, laying in front of him the most secret desire of your heart.

“No,” He took a step back and you felt your heart breaking. You were going to question him but he kept on speaking. “I shall stay with you and be your prince. The ‘king’ title does not belong to me nor do I want it. I just want to make you happy, my queen,” Loki smiled sweetly at you. You were about to reply when you heard someone clearing his throat. You turned around to see Thor standing a few feet away from you.

“It seems that my brother has won for the first time,” The blond said with no special emotion in his voice or features. However, you felt bad for him.

“Prince Thor, I apologise. It was not my intention to make you feel unworthy or outcast-”

“He doesn’t know what those words mean, dear,” Loki interrupted you while standing next to you and taking your hand in his. You looked at him confused.

“Hilarious, Loki. I see no reason to prolong my stay in your kingdom. I shall part tomorrow.”

“Prince, please, you are more than welcome to stay in my kingdom…” Thor shook his head and Loki held your hand tighter.

“Darling, my brother is not used to being rejected. Do not worry about him, he will find his victory again in Asgard,” Before Thor was able to reply, you interceded.

“Loki, this is not a competition. One of you had to marry me and I chose you, but that does not mean I do not want your brother in my kingdom,” You saw Loki’s jaw grow tense and then he looked down at the floor. “I beg you to reconsider your decision, prince.”

“I thank you for your consideration, queen, but as I said, I have no purpose here since your decision is already taken. Believe it or not, Loki, I am happy for you. I know Father ordered us otherwise, but I don’t care because I can see how happy you are. I shall see both of you at the wedding, then,” Thor left the garden then and an awkward silence settled up between Loki and you. You moved to stand in front of Loki again and caressed his jaw for him to ease up. He looked into your eyes and you saw sadness in his green ones.

“Loki, what is wrong?” You asked him concerned.

“Do you regret choosing me, my queen?” You looked at him in surprise. His soft and sad expression, almost teary, broke your heart.

“What? Of course not, my prince. My heart is as content as it has ever been belonging to you now. Why do you ask such absurdity?” You cupped his cheeks.

“When I saw you interacting with my brother, I…” Loki sighed, avoiding your eyes. You smiled lovingly at him.

“My prince, please look into my eyes,” You pleaded in a whisper and he did after a short while. You kept smiling at him while you grabbed one of his big hands with yours and put it on your chest, where your heart was beating out of control. “My kingdom, my heart, my body, my soul and everything I own belongs to you now. I have to be diplomatic with princes and kings from all over the realms, but it is you who I chose to be my owner. You are my prince and the only one I want until my last breath,” Loki smiled at you, the happiness you have witnessed before returning to his bright green eyes.

“I do not desire your kingdom, but I do want to be the owner of your heart, body and soul, my queen. I can only hope to be worthy of such an honour,” Loki cupped one of your cheeks and caressed it lightly. “Needless to say my heart, body and soul belong to you, my dear lady,” Your cheeks turned pink again.

“I like it when you call me like that. Given the circumstances, I think we can drop the honorific, do you not agree?” Loki chuckled.

“I do, darling. However, you insist on calling me by my title,” This time it was your time to chuckle.

“That is, Loki because you are my prince. Not any prince, not the prince of Asgard, but mine,” Loki caressed your cheek again.

“I am, dear. I am.”

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The BEST Loki/Tom Hiddleston Fics I’ve read: APRIL 2023

SERIES (Two Parts or More)

A fic I’m hopelessly addicted to: Diamond Fire (AO3) by The Mad Lost Girl

A fic that’s so, so, SO filthy: Ravished by a God (AO3) by @latent-thoughts

A fic that is super dark and sexy: Haust Blot by @caffiend-queen

A fic that’s a warm hug on a cold day: Bobby’s Play Date by @villainousshakespeare

A fic that ripped my heart out and stomped all over it: Brave Face by @winterisakillerwrites

A fic that had me chuckling throughout: Cafe Canaveral by @maiden-of-asgard

DELECTABLE ONE-SHOTS

Old and New Traditions – @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

“Thor says many things.” He grinned as he lifted one leg over the other. “That we’re brothers, that he’s king of Asgard. Well, we’re not really brother and last I heard, there was nothing left of Asgard to be king of.”

At a Snap of your Fingers (AO3) - @fadingfics

“I’m definitely not getting laid as often as you make it sound,” he retorted. “Or as I’d like to.”

“Please!!” you snorted. “You could have your cock licked by forty women at the same time at a snap of your fingers if you wanted to.”

Avengers HR - @xorpsbane

“Things on Asgard are a bit different than here, you see. And I want to make sure I’m not violating any sort of cultural norms that might make someone uncomfortable. You see…we’re much more open…about many things, but particularly about sex.”

The Sundress - @lokisgoodgirl

“What in the Nine are you wearing?”

The Urge – @lokisgoodgirl

“I can smell you.”

Kiss The Girl - @give-me-a-moose

Loki’s eyes narrowed in on you as his heart skipped a beat. What was this feeling? He thought to retreat, but found himself rooted to his spot in the doorway. Unable to look away.

Shiver - @muertawrites

Living in the Arctic Circle was, shockingly to nobody, unbearably cold. If the merciless Nordic wind and the thick sheets of ice and snow that coated every available inch of land for six months out of the year weren’t sobering enough to drive you insane, the near twenty-four hours of darkness certainly were.

Quiet Kisses - @softforloki

“Excellent.” He dipped his head, reaching for your hand. You gave it to him, partly on reflex. He brought it to his lips and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He found your gaze; the way he looked at you over your hand made the gesture feel more than cordial.

Knight in Shining Leather - @coldnique

It’s going to be the easiest you’ve ever done, you thought. Just a relaxed and fun evening.

And now you were hiding in a broom closet near the living area.

There was only one chair – @gingerwritess

Just another day at the office…pretending not to notice that you’re sitting on the lap of a world criminal in disguise, his arm around your waist, both of you pretending to listen to Tony Stark stress the importance of reporting threats in the workplace.

Diseased – @mistress-ofmagic

The evening was getting patchy. You couldn’t remember getting there. A taxi? Or a lift maybe? All you really remembered was seeing him there and as you made your way over to speak, she was there too.

The Little Things – @donaweasley

Their shared room, which was once filled with sounds of happiness and images of love, now witnessed tired eyes, frowning mouths, snarky remarks, distrust and tear-stained pillows. A perpetual gloom lingered in the air, soaking its residents in sadness everyday.

So Much More - @five-miles-over

“He’s not coming, I’m afraid.”

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Great, hot, easy read😍

“What’s a DILF?”

Dad! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut

A/N: Just a random little thing I wrote because I haven’t written in ages and had this random idea 😂

“W-what?” You stuttered, brows knitting in confusion at Loki’s question; it had caught you off guard. You turned the tap off after filling the vause before making your way to Loki who then put the bouquet of flowers he had bought you inside.

“What’s a dilf?” He repeated, bewildered by your expression.

“Where did you hear that?” You began to giggle at Loki’s innocence.

“I was picking Ivy up and I overheard her friends saying I was a dilf.” He explained, recalling when he had picked your daughter up from her friend's house the other day.

“What exactly did they say, Loki?” You queried.

“Your dads such a dilf.” He quoted making you laugh harder. “She was clearly embarrassed, I could tell, and I’d hate to think I had done something to warrant her feeling that way. It’s been playing on my mind ever since so I thought I’d ask.” He sighed. “Stop laughing.”

“Oh Loki, she’s definitely embarrassed.” You grinned, placing the vause down before facing Loki again and seeing his saddened expression. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, garnering his attention back.

“What is so funny? What does it mean?” He practically whined, placing his hands on your hips as he looked down at you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his, silencing his questioning. Breaking the kiss but barely pulling apart, you spoke against his lips.

“A dilf is a dad I’d like to—” you paused, waiting for him to catch on which he eventually did, eyes widening.

“Oh—OH—oh no.” He gasped as you laughed at his horrored expression.

“It’s normal Loki, you’re a good looking guy or dad should I say” you consoled him, running one of your hands through the back of his hair “they’re just teenagers, I remember what it was like being a hormonal teenager. It’s no big deal.” You shrugged.

“No big deal? Ivy must be so emb—” Loki began before you kissed him again.

“Stop worrying.” You insisted. “How about you let me have a ride on the dilf.” You teased, Loki’s hands moving from your waist to the curve of your ass.

“You are naughty.” He finally smiled.

“Well then spank me daddy.” You exhorted before the both of you began to laugh, Loki spinning you before guiding you to the stairs, thankful that Ivy wasn’t due home until a lot later.

“Up those stairs woman!” He ordered, slapping your ass as he followed behind.

Once you reached the bedroom, your lips were gliding across one another’s, hands roaming each other's bodies. Loki rid you of your top, the kiss ending for a brief moment before it resumed. His lips traveled lower, exploring your neck before heading to the valley of your breasts. Intent on a quickie, you guided his head back up so that his lips were on yours again as you unbuttoned his shirt. He let you do that, exciting you before he paused, laying you against the bed. You obliged, helping Loki rid you of your skirt before his lips were roaming your thighs. You widened your legs, half expecting him to fuck you but instead, he pulled your panties to the side before you felt his tongue licking through your folds. It was pleasurable, everything Loki did was pleasurable and yet you sighed inwardly at his incessant need to taste you despite your pleas to just fuck. It turned him on, that was his excuse. You’d be begging for a bit of quick fun and Loki would insist on going down on you. Glancing down, it was evident how much Loki enjoyed it judging by how his hips were grinding down into the bed no doubt trying to alleviate the strain he felt in his trousers. Rolling your eyes, you decided to enjoy the feeling of Loki sucking your pussy whilst he humped the bed.

“Fuckk Loki.” You began to moan, forgetting why you’d even protest against this as his tongue circled your clit. He hummed against you approvingly sending vibrations to ripple through your core. Using one of his fingers, he began pumping in and out of you, tongue still teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves as your hips lifted from the bed slightly.

“You taste so good.” He praised, licking his lips as he looked up at you, eyes hooded in bliss. “Are you going to cum for me?” He cooed, still thrusting in and out of you with his finger.

“Yesss Loki.” You mewled. Instead of replying, a devilish smirk painted his lips before he lowered his head again, sucking your clit gently as he increased his pace until you were a writhing mess, cursing his name as you reached your climax.

You were panting, catching your breath as Loki stood, freeing his cock. He didn’t even bother to take his trousers off before you felt his hand around your ankle, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You gasped, your shock turning into a grin as he stroked his length, hungrily eyeing you. Your legs were on either side of his providing him with the perfect view of your glistening cunt. You hooked your thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties before Loki took over, pulling them off of you as you lifted your legs until your ankles were touching his shoulders. You bit your lip feeling Loki’s cock gliding through your folds as he coated himself in your arousal. You eventually angled your hips up, beckoning him inside but he pushed them back down continuing this pleasured torture. It felt good but not enough. You needed him evading you.

“Pleasee Loki” you begged as he entered you slowly with the tip of his cock before pulling out “I need more.”

“Take it then.” He prompted. Dropping your legs back down, you widened them before reaching down between you and guiding his length to your entrance. He pushed inside, both of you moaning as he did so. Before long, he was slamming into you, already leaking precum. A mixture of your arousal trickled out of you, staining his dress pants as they rubbed against your skin with every thrust. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he fucked you, almost doubling over as he approached his orgasm. There were no pleasant words exchanged between you, just a plethora of moans and grunts. You opened the eyes you hadn’t realised were screwed tightly shut to be met by Loki who was baring his teeth, hair sticking to the sweat beading on his forehead as he entered you. This was carnal, both of you chasing your highs as you closed your eyes again, reaching your peak followed along by Loki who thrusted harder a few more times before stilling inside of you.

You both caught your breaths back in silence, blown away by your orgasms. You both always did have great sex but occasionally it left you speechless. This was one of those times. You unclasped your legs from around Loki as he pulled out of you before turning around.

“Wait, what are you doing?” You questioned breathlessly.

“Grabbing a towel.” He answered just as knackered.

“No, I haven’t even had a turn on top yet.” You giggled with a newfound lease of energy.

“Okay.” Loki agreed, trying to bite down his smile as he undone his trousers, stepping out of them before getting into the bed. You kissed him deeply, still tasting yourself on him as he pulled you above him to straddle him. His tongue explored your mouth before you sucked on it feeling his cock harden beneath you. Moments later he was entering you as he helped guide your movements on top of him. This time you were both a lot more vocal.

“Fuck Lokii yesss.” You moaned lewdly, the palms of your hands pressed against his chest.

“You feel so good, so fucking good.” Loki spoke between breaths, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Yesss, daddy, just like thattt.” You almost screamed.

Meanwhile, Ivy followed by her friends had just walked into the house, coming back early to study together.

“Feel free to help yourse—” she began before her eyes widened looking at her friends who were all smiling “OUT! ALL OF US OUT!” She yelled, ushering everyone out before slamming the door.

“See, dilf.” One of them winked, high-fiving the other one.

Random writing because tumblr usually deletes the last few lines of my work so hopefully they delete this instead of my actual work. Randddommmm wordssssss. Yeahhhhhh. Heloooooo. Goodbyeeeee.

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