Deeper in Dreams

Description: After meeting a new arrival at the Avengers Compound, you begin to have dreams of them. When the dreams spill over into waking life and your desires become too much to handle, what will you do?

A/N - smut, masturbation, NSFW

You weren’t quite sure of when the dreams started. Life had been so hectic at the compound lately with the arrival of Thor and his brother. You’d meet the Thunder God before. He was always polite and ridiculously hot, he knew it to, but he was one of the sweetest men you’d ever met. Talking to your new friend Darcy you knew he hadn’t always been that way, but he had really changed for the better. His brother, on the other hand, you’d never met him. You would remember if you had. Where Thor was blonde and brawny, Loki was dark and lithe. There was an aura of intelligence about him and a sparkle of humour in those green eyes.

The compound had been tense at his arrival, some still reluctant to forgive him for New York, but you had read the reports and had helped Mr Stark process the data from the studies on his staff. You knew he wasn’t completely responsible for it. That was why you were so intrigued to meet him.

You felt your breath hitch as you saw him. Working with the Avengers meant you were no stranger to beautiful people and it had irked you in the past that they got both looks and powers, not that you could hate any of them, they were too nice for that. But Loki was different. In a room of Avengers you could only look at him, sharply dressed in a tailored black suit that showed every muscle, curve and bulge, and you meant every one.

He must have sensed your gaze as his eyes locked on yours, making your cheeks flare with red heat as he smiled. His eyes raked over you, unhurried, seemingly oblivious to everything else and you felt yourself weaken, your core burning under such obvious scrutiny.

He opened his mouth to say something but at that moment, Mr Stark came buzzing over to you, firing off instructions. Almost glad for the reprieve from the note stiflingly warm room, you nodded and left. But those eyes and that smile, they stayed with you.

They stayed with you for the rest of the day, through after work drinks to celebrate a job well done. They danced in front of your own eyes as you closed them in bed that night. A delicious shudder passed through you as your hands drifted down your body, feeling how wet you were at the mere thought of him. Those strong legs, that toned body as lean as a greyhound.

You gasped as you ran your fingers over your sensitive flesh, remembering his own graceful hands and those long fingers, wondering how they would feel caressing you, stroking you from inside. You pictured his naked form above you as you climaxed, that smirk widening as you whispered his name.

Loki’s eyes snapped open and he stared at the ceiling. He could have sworn he heard somebody say his name. It had been soft, like a whisper, but unmistakably female. His body had responded before he could control it and he frowned at this response. He didn’t recognise the voice and a quick psychic sweep assured him that he was alone. He rolled over with a sigh and tried to sleep again, but the erection wouldn’t subside. Sighing again he flopped back onto his back and began to stroke himself. Maybe some release would help him drift off.

As he did, he found his mind wandering to earlier that day, to the alluring assistant he had caught staring at him. She had blushed so wonderfully under his gaze, almost squirming. He would happily make her squirm. That beautiful y/h/c hair that had been so meticulously coiffed, he would have it down and would wrap his fingers through it as he watched that plump little mouth wrap around him. He would make you scream his name. No, not scream, whisper, like the voice he had heard a moment ago. So thoroughly would be fuck you that you would be unable to speak. Yes, he would do that and you would beg him for it.