Daughter of the Moon

Nothing major. Just a small gathering with a few familiar faces, some friends and agents, and good food. Maybe a few games, some music and conversations. Bucky only agreed because you batted your eyes and promised that you wouldn’t overdo it. 

As if he could ever say “no” to you. 

“You could smile a bit more, you know,” Steve teased, handing him a beer. 

He scoffed, the bottle cool against his warm hand. “I am smiling,” he argued.

His general demeanor had improved since you came into his life. He liked to think he smiled more than he scowled most days. Well, at least he smiled more when you were around. Or when he thought of you, which was all the time.

So, yeah, his demeanor was much better. 

“You only smile like that when you look at or think about your wife,” Steve pointed out, like he knew exactly what he was on his mind.

Bucky’s gaze softened immediately when he heard you laughing, watching you from where you stood a few feet away. 

You were glowing.

A pregnancy glow, yes, combined with something warmer. The dress you picked somehow flowed while showing off the shape of your body perfectly. Your smile lit up your face and you had a hand on your belly like you’d done for weeks now without thinking. It was beautiful. 

You were beautiful. 

“Can you blame me for having a smile just for her?” Bucky asked.

“Not at all,” his best friend replied. 

You shifted your weight before you took a seat, your smile brighter when you spotted Bucky watching you. He never strayed far from you. Didn’t even sip the drink in his hand. He had his eyes on you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. 

You and Sprout. 

Pride flickered through his chest when his gaze dropped to your belly. His wife and his baby. His family. 

Everyone was waiting on you hand and foot. At least, they tried to. The moment someone tried to bring you a drink or food, he stepped in. He couldn’t help himself. Once you were taken care of, he went back to his spot. The perfect place to keep an eye on his surroundings since some old habits died hard.

And you just smiled, soft and bright. 

Steve nudged him with his shoulder. “You deserve this, you know.”

Bucky swallowed hard. It didn’t always feel like he did. The past liked to seep into his mind at unexpected moments and make the world look a little darker. Depending on the day, he’d either hug you close or take you to bed to drown out the noise. Sometimes both.

And no matter what, you made the world look brighter again.

“So, you’re saying I deserved to knock up my wife?” he joked to deflect. 

The blonde snorted. “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying,” he said, giving him a small smile. “Also saying you deserve this life.”

His chest tightened when you laughed at a joke Sam made, your head tipping back slightly and your hand going back to your belly. There was no fight to worry about. No past to haunt him. Just small precious moments like this. 

His lips twitched upward when you found his gaze again, your love for him burning bright in your eyes.

He did deserve this kind of life.

“Thanks, punk,” he mumbled, clinking their bottles together.

“Jerk.”

You turned your attention back to Sam and Bucky pushed off the wall to move closer before a voice stopped him.

Something low and careless.

“Is that chair gonna break? Jesus Christ, she’s fucking huge. How many are in there?”

The thought of domesticity and peace left Bucky’s mind, replaced by something cold and dangerous. 

You were blissfully unaware that some prick had just insulted your beautiful body, still smiling and enjoying yourself. As you should be. You only deserved good things. No one else around you seemed to notice the change in the atmosphere either.

But Steve stiffened out of the corner of his eye. He heard it. They both heard it. 

Super soldier senses really were handy at times.

Ice took over the blue of his eyes, his head slowly turning to look at the fucker stupid enough to open his mouth and even breath the same oxygen as you. A new agent with a very punchable face who wore too much cologne. There was a good chance that you kept your distance for that very reason since some smells still overwhelmed you. The snickering prick certainly wasn’t a friend of his or yours. He was only “invited” because someone else thought it would be good for him to hang out outside of work. 

That wouldn’t happen again. 

“Better snag a brownie before she stuffs her face with the whole tray.”

My wife can have all the fucking brownies she wants, you fucking piece of shit.

The bottle in his hand began to crack. It would shatter if he kept squeezing. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself.

Not yet.

“You know that’s Barnes’s wife, right?” The asshole’s friend shifted uncomfortably. “She’s really nice, and he’s… well, he’s pretty protective of her.”

Bucky’s gaze flicked back to you, much softer, before looking at the soon-to-be-dead fucker again.

No. Can’t kill the guy. I have a wife and kid to think about.

The prick had the nerve to laugh. “So? Does that give her a pass to look like a whale?”

…He’s fucking dead.

Steve took the cracked bottle from his hand. “Want me to handle him?” he asked, his voice low. 

He exhaled through his nose. Steve didn’t like bullies. Never had. But he knew why he was asking instead of just stepping in and taking care of it.

Because you were his wife. His to defend. His to love and care for. 

This was his fight.

“I got this,” he replied, subtly nodding to where you were sitting. “Just keep an eye out for a minute?”

Steve nodded in understanding, positioning himself to block your line of sight without looking too obvious. 

Bucky took deliberate steps toward the table, his movements controlled and measured. His jaw tightened the closer he got, his fingers itching to toss the guy out with his bare hands. He wouldn’t cause a scene out of respect for you. 

But he wasn’t going to stay silent. 

The atmosphere shifted the second he got to the table, the chatter ceasing immediately. 

The prick, of course, had the nerve to smile. 

“Hey, man! You-”

“You got something to say about my wife?” he asked, his voice as cold as his stare. 

The man’s eyes widened, maybe from shock that he was overheard or that he was being confronted. “I… What?”

Had no problem using your words seconds ago, asshole. 

“You were talking about her.” Bucky tilted his head slightly, his eyes flat and unreadable. “My wife.”

The air shifted more, something cold settling over the surroundings as the guy sputtered to come up with an excuse. 

“Say it again,” he ordered, placing his hands on the table and leaning down to his eye level. He made sure there was no warmth in his expression. “Where I can really hear you.”

The idiot swallowed and looked to his friend for help and found none; his friend was suddenly very interested in the beer in his hand. “Um… Barnes, I-”

“My wife, the love of my life, is carrying my child. Our child.” His lip raised in a small snarl and he leaned in enough that Agent Asshole had to back up. “And you think you can sit here and make fun of her? You think I won’t do something about it?”

“I-It was a bad joke,” he tried to reason.

Reasoning only worked with people when they were in a forgiving mood. 

He wasn’t. 

“Oh, now it’s a joke? You think you’re funny?” He smiled with no trace of friendliness behind it. It was likely how a wolf looked baring their teeth before sinking them into their prey. “You think I’ll laugh while you crack ‘jokes’ about my wife?”

The prick looked like he was a heartbeat away from pissing himself, which made Bucky question the hiring process for agents. This sort of “interrogation” was nothing. Child’s play. 

Then again, how many agents could say they had the former Winter Soldier in their space?

“I-I really didn’t mean-”

“Don’t.” His voice dropped even lower. “Don’t insult my intelligence.”

He glanced back and saw Sam looking his way, his eyes narrowing when he sensed the tension. Steve subtly shook his head. There was no reason to intervene. He was still in control.

Barely.

But you were still smiling, which was the important thing.

“You know what I see when I look at her?” he asked rhetorically, his chest tight. “I see the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

He smacked his hand on the table hard enough to make the bottles rattle and the guys flinch. 

Sam, thankfully, chose to tell another joke at the same time and Steve cackled so the noise at the table wouldn’t draw your attention.

I really do have good friends. 

“I’ll say it again. She’s carrying our baby. She’s uncomfortable and exhausted and guess what? She still walks into a room smiling and thinks of others first. And you sit here and act like she’s something to mock when she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His jaw clenched even as his heart swelled with pride. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

The guy shrank lower as every word washed over him.

Good.

Bucky stared at him for another long moment before something colder settled into place behind his eyes.

“Get up, Chet,” he ordered.

“Chet’s” mouth fell open. “That’s not my-”

“I know what your name is, and I don’t care,” he cut him off, straightening up. “Because you don’t respect my wife, so I refuse to respect you.”

A bright shade of red passed through his cheeks before he paled. 

As someone who was stripped of his own agency for years, identity mattered to Bucky. Basic decency mattered. So, maybe it was a little petty to call him by the wrong name, but it was also a good way to put him in his place by letting him know he didn’t matter.

Chet, as his name was Chet to him now, got to his feet on shaky legs. “Sorry.”

“I’m sure you are sorry now, but it’s a little too late for that.” 

Bucky clamped a hand on the back of his neck. To just about anyone looking over, it would’ve looked casual. Almost friendly. But they would’ve missed the firm squeeze. 

“Move.”

The prick didn’t need to be told twice.

He guided him away from the table and made sure to smile as he did so. He shot his friend a quick glare for good measure, but at least he stuck up for you. That was the only reason he didn’t make him leave, too. 

The chatter continued behind him, but he barely noticed it over the sound of Chet’s pounding heart and his own blood roaring loudly in his ears. But then he heard your laughter and he took a deep breath, picturing your loving smile and hand on your belly. 

It kept him from snapping completely.

Once they were in the driveway, Bucky shoved him forward. Hard. He stumbled, but somehow managed to stay on his feet. He wished he could punch him for good measure, but he seemed like the type of coward who would cry and call the cops. 

Even if they let him off with a warning, he didn’t want to add any stress to your plate.

“Christ, man,” Chet muttered.

“You stay the fuck out of my house and never come back,” Bucky said, his voice low and lethal as he stepped forward. “And don’t you ever disrespect my wife again.”

Chet nodded quickly. Too quickly. “I won’t.”

Bucky looked every bit like the Winter Soldier wrapped in civilian clothing when he added, “You’ll never speak about her like that again. You’ll never look at her like that again. And you sure as hell will never come near my family again.”

“I understand,” he swore, his voice cracking.

“Good.” Bucky’s nostrils flared as he looked him over one last time, disgust curling in his stomach. “And the next time you come across someone pregnant, maybe try showing them some goddamn respect.”

He looked down at his feet, avoiding his gaze and swallowing any excuse he had left to give.

Fucking coward. 

Bucky pointed toward the street. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

The idiot practically ran to his car. 

Bucky glared as he drove down the street, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck once he disappeared. He exhaled the remainder of his anger through his mouth, his hand moving through his hair. There was nothing to be upset about anymore. Agent Asshole was gone and now he could get back to you.

Where he belonged. 

The second he walked back to the yard, his eyes found you automatically. 

Still smiling, safe, and his.

He grabbed a couple of brownies from the tray before he walked over, giving Steve and Sam two nods. One to let them know everything was fine. The other to thank them for shielding you from that display.

They nodded in return. 

You were his wife and family, but you were their family, too. 

“There’s my handsome husband. I wondered where you went off to for a minute.” You smiled up at him when he approached, his heart skipping a beat. “You okay?”

Bucky stared at you in awe. 

God, she’s so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache.

Up close, your glow was even brighter. You looked at him like he put the sun in the sky just for you. He would if he could. And your belly moved slightly under your hands, and he wanted to feel Sprout move, too. 

“I should be asking you that,” he replied, his brows furrowing. “Are you okay? Are you thirsty? Hungry?”

He observed you carefully, looking for signs of discomfort or fatigue. The conversation with Chet and kicking him out didn’t take very long, but it felt like hours now being apart from you. Steve and Sam had been watching over you, but it wasn’t the same. 

“I’m just fine,” you assured him, and he knew you weren’t just saying that for his benefit. “But you didn’t answer my question,” you added teasingly. 

Always thinking of me. 

“Yeah,” he murmured, gentler than he had spoken all day. “Everything’s fine now.”

You studied him for a moment, sensing something underneath the surface. He didn’t falter under your gaze. There was no need to. 

“Everything’s fine now, which means it wasn’t fine before,” you guessed. 

Bucky sighed. He should’ve known you’d feel that something was off. You were too intuitive for your own good. That was one of the things he loved about you. And part of him loving you was trying to protect you from harm, physically, mentally, or verbally. 

But there was also no hiding from you, even when he did his best to shield you. 

“Just… needed to throw some trash out,” he said carefully. 

It was true. 

Chet was trash. 

“That’s one way of putting it,” Steve muttered into his drink, making Sam snort. 

Before you could question him further, he set the brownies down and crouched slightly in front of your chair so he could rest a hand gently over your belly. He didn’t chastise Sam for snapping a photo, and he didn’t care who saw him like this. The two of you were his world and he wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. 

“Hey, Sprout,” he murmured, his entire expression softening. “You behaving for your mama?”

The baby kicked almost immediately beneath his palm.

He smiled wide, making him temporarily forget about the dickhead he just  threw out. 

“Sprout’s just fine, too,” you promised, placing your hand on his, your gaze thoughtful. “You sure you’re okay?”

He leaned up slowly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He remembered sitting on the couch and comforting you after the mean voice in your head made you doubt that you’d be a good mom. And how you didn’t think your stretch marks were pretty but he thought they were so beautiful. You were so strong and inspiring. His wife. The mother of his child. 

He wasn’t about to ruin your fun and relaxing afternoon by telling you what happened. 

But as much as he wanted to protect you, he would tell you later once everyone left because he refused to keep secrets from you. There was a good chance you’d cry. Not because of the cruel words spoken or hormones, but because he stuck up for you so fiercely. He would always stick up for his family. 

And if you wanted him to punish Chet even more, he’d do it without question.

That was how much he loved you. 

And he’d take you to bed later, kissing and touching every inch of you he could. He’d make you feel beautiful and cherished if any of your insecurities began to surface. He’d silence any mean voice in your head, hopefully for good, the same way you drowned out the horrors he experienced and made him feel loved. 

I love you both so much. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered, glancing down at your stomach with so much love. “I’m better than okay.”

We all deserve to have someone in our corner. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

You stopped celebrating your birthday years ago when it turned into an excuse for people to drink and get wasted on your dime. Then, later into adulthood, it was a bunch of people trying to one-up each other at your party. Everybody talks on and on about how great their life is and their net worth. It was always disappointing. Adult birthdays have been nothing but upsetting and lackluster, to say the least. So you stopped celebrating it years ago. You didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with anyway until Loki came into your life this year.

Loki had been gone for the past two weeks on a mission. He promised to be back in time for your birthday dinner tomorrow night. You made reservations for the two of you at the new restaurant downtown weeks in advance.

“Why don’t you want to celebrate your birthday?” He asked over the phone.

“There’s no point if you’re not here to celebrate it with me. Besides it’s just a reminder that I’m getting older and more irrelevant.”

“You are not irrelevant! I’m so sorry that I won’t be there, darling. I tried to hurry but this blasted mission is taking a lot longer than I anticipated.” He groaned into the phone.

“I’ll make it up to you when I come home. We’ll go anywhere you want. I’ll take you to that new restaurant. If you’d like,” Loki tried to apologize.

“No, love. Just come home soon. And safe. That’s all I ask.”

“Will do, flower. And when I come home, I promise, you will have my undivided attention.”

“I’ll hold you to it, Laufeyson.”

“I hope you do.” He said in a heady voice. You giggled at the phone, wishing to all the gods that he was here with you. “I’ve missed that sound terribly,” he sighed. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. I’m sorry I called so late. Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight babe. Oh, and Loki…”

“Yes, darling?”

“I’m wearing your shirt with nothing underneath it!” you said in a sultry voice and hung up. Let that fester in his head for a little while, you thought with a little victory smirk. You crashed back onto your bed, frustration coloring your face.

“Birthday curse strikes again!” You said pointing into the air. You drifted back off to sleep, expecting a horrible birthday when morning comes.

You woke up to the loud buzz on your intercom. With a yawn, you walked up to the monitor and pressed the talk button. “Whoever this is, you better have a good excuse or some really good food if you’re waking me up this early on a Saturday!” you said still half asleep.

“Uh…It’s GrubHub here. I have coffee and a bagel for you.”

“I didn’t order GrubHub.” You were just about to leave and blame the birthday curse for waking you up so early in the morning when the delivery guy said, “Uh, someone name Loki ordered it. For your address.” You buzzed him in, meeting him halfway down the stairs. He handed you a white paper bag, a cup of coffee, and some dahlias. Then he ran back outside.

“Thank you. You yelled out to him.” Slightly confused. He just waved back at you as he left your building.

Back in your apartment, you opened the bag to find warm blueberry bagels smeared with cream cheese. “I can’t possibly eat both of these by myself.” Did Loki order this a while ago for the two of us and forgot to cancel it? You held up the dahlias and with it came a note with his neat script.

I’m sorry I can’t be there with you to start your day. I’ll see you soon, flower. In the meantime, eat up. You’ll need all your energy for today.

So he didn’t forget to cancel. He just ordered it. You started sipping your coffee first. You picked at the bagel, taking small bites. What could possibly happen today that requires this much food for you to eat? You were putting the leftovers away when your comms buzzed again.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Bailey. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSS!!!!!” she squealed. “Let me up.” You buzzed her in, and she found you putting your dahlia in a vase. “You should add this one to it too.” She handed you another dahlia with a note attached.

Follow Bailey. Do as she says.

“Do I have to?” you said aloud.

“Turn the note around,” Bailey said with a smug grin.

Yes! Be a good girl and follow directions.

You bit your lip at the note. Even miles apart he could still give you butterflies.

“Ok! Come on. Dress comfortably and let’s go.” Bailey said grabbing the other bagel and taking a bite. She pushed you to your room to get changed.

“What are you two planning? And how much did he bribe you with?” You yelled from inside your closet.

“I’m not telling you. And he promised to take Sam’s recon mission next week so we could celebrate our anniversary.”

“Awe. Bails. That’s awfully nice of Loki. I wish he told me about it though.”

“It would’ve ruined the surprise if he did.” Then it dawned on you.

“Loki’s home isn’t he?! How long have you guys been planning this?”

“He’s not home. Why would you think he was home? Even if he was home, we planned this weeks in advance. Like you said.”

“So he planned all this weeks ago? He planned not to spend the day with me?” Wow. Maybe he didn’t want to celebrate your birthday with you. Oh Birthday Curse, you reliable old friend. Always bringing the gift of despair.

Tears came down your eyes as you buttoned your jeans. You hadn’t realized that Bailey saw you through the reflection on your vanity.

“Oh, honey. No. No, he wanted to spend the day with you. Really! He planned to do all of this with you, but couldn’t. So he called me late last night and asked me to do this until he got back. It killed him he couldn’t come back in time.” She said giving you a tight hug. “You’ll see each other soon. I promise.”

“You’re right. You’re right!” you said, wiping your tears away. “I’ve just never had a good birthday. And I guess I got my hopes up a little.”

“Ya. I remember some of your more recent ones.” Bailey said, making a face. “But this year will be different. Ok?” She comforted you and you nodded your head giving her another hug.

“Thanks, Bailey. You’re the best friend anyone could have.”

“Yeah. Remember that next week when you and Loki are apart because he’s taking over Sam’s recon mission, m’kay? Ok! Let’s go.”

The first stop on your not-cursed birthday was your favorite bubble tea shop. You always loved their iced teas and macarons. You and Bailey got slushies with extra boba, trading whenever you guys wanted to taste something different.

Next, you stopped by an old bookstore that had rare and hard-to-find first editions. You came here every once in a while to see what new books the shopkeeper had curated in his travels around the world.

After that, you two had lunch at one of the restaurants at Bergdorf’s. It was an odd place to have lunch. You never expressed any interest to go trying it out. You didn’t even know that Bergdorf’s had a restaurant. You always thought it was just a very upscale department store.

“Let’s look around some, while we’re here,” Bailey said.

“I knew there was a reason why you wanted to come and have lunch here.”

“Ya. You caught me. I love to go shopping.” She said giving you finger guns. Bailey dragged you to the evening dresses and started pulling things out. “What do you think I should wear next week for our anniversary?” She asked you putting a dress against her body. You looked at the rack next to you and pulled out a red velvet cocktail dress.

“This will have him wrapped around your finger.” You said handing it to her.

“Ooh, I like that one. Here, I’ll try this one on and you can try this one.” She handed you a dark green, off-the-shoulder chiffon dress and headed inside a changing room. Not giving you any time to argue. After several minutes. You both met in the hallway of the fitting room, looking at each other up and down.

“Bailey, you look drop-dead gorgeous!” the dress fit all her curves. Her face lit up as she saw herself in the mirror. “Ya, that’s the one, Bails. You should get it.”

“I think I will. Are you getting that dress you have on?! You look amazing in it! Like a princess!” You laughed at her exclamation. “No. I don’t have a reason to buy it. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Do you need a reason? It looks amazing on you! That’s the only reason you need!”

“I cannot take you shopping anymore.” You laughed.

“You love shopping with me, admit it! Ok, let’s change. I wanna hit the men’s department next.”

“What for?”

“I…wanna buy Sam a gift.” She said smiling.

“O…kay…” Something was up.

“Hey! Remember what the card said? ‘Be a good girl and follow directions!’” Something was definitely up.

Looking through the men’s department, brought heartache and wonder at the same time. You imagined Loki in some of the more finer tuxedos they had on the mannequins.

Then you remembered that he wasn’t here for your special day today. You stopped and looked at a particular velvet suit jacket. All black, with black slacks and a button-down shirt. You ran your fingers down the lapels feeling the softness of the velvet on your fingertips.

“Hey what do you think of this cologne?” Bailey said next to you. You sniffed the sprayer only to make a face.

“Uck. It reminds me of my uncle when he tries to hide the fact that he’s been smoking.”

“Ok. That’s a definite ‘no.’ What about this one?”

“Better. Smells like clean…linen? Sam might like it.”

“Hmm. What about this one?” Bailey handed you the bottle. When you sniffed it, it reminded you of Loki. Those early days when he was your Phantom and nothing more. He flooded your senses back then. You could hear his deep voice. Feel his gentle touch. Smell his floral, woodsy cologne. You even got to taste his lips that one time you were bold enough to kiss him. The only thing you couldn’t do was see him because he cloaked himself in seidr.

“I like this one.” You said with a smile.

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll get the second one.”

“Ya, I’m sure Sam would love it.”

“Ok. One more stop and then you’re free of me I promise.” Bailey dragged you across the floor to the beauty salon. Beauty salon?! Bergdorf’s really is your one-stop-shop, isn’t it?

“Hi. Bailey Hamada for three o’clock.” Bailey said to the clerk.

“Right this way Miss Hamada.” The clerk said leading you two to private chairs in the back of the salon.

“Bailey. When did you make appointments? And what exactly are we doing at a salon?”

“I made this weeks ago. Surprise! It’s my birthday gift to you. Whatever you want done, babes. Hair makeup, nails. My treat!”

“Bailey. This is too much. I can’t have you spending your money on me like this.”

“Hun, like you said, I’m the best friend anyone could ever have. And I intend to keep that title. Plus, if it weren’t for you I would never have had my dream job. And I would never have met Sam. This is the least I could do. So sit down. Be a good girl and follow directions! She’ll have everything.” She said the last part to the aesthetician. After one hour for your nails, two for your hair, and half an hour for your makeup, you were both ready to go home.

“Before we go, you should put this on. Here are some matching shoes.” Bailey said, handing you the dress you tried on earlier with black pumps.

“Bailey, please tell me you didn’t buy this dress.”

“I didn’t buy the dress.”

“So what is it doing in my hand?”

“I didn’t buy the dress.” She said smiling. “My work here is done. Happy Birthday, babes. I'll see you Monday." She gave you a crushing hug and led you outside. "Come on. There’s a car waiting for you.”

You waved goodbye to Bailey. A flutter of excitement in your stomach. You had an inkling of what was happening but didn't get your hopes up because of the Birthday Curse. You stepped inside the waiting town car. The chauffeur had closed the door and greeted you with another dahlia and a note.

I cannot wait to finally have you in my arms darling girl. Happy Birthday!

He’s home! I knew it! The excitement started to build inside you. So many questions running through your mind. More importantly, where is he and why isn’t he with you? The chauffeur dropped you off in front of Stark Tower. You looked back at him confused. All the chauffeur did was point to the elevators with his hand.

You called the elevator from the lobby, your heels making a sharp noise on the tile floors. Where do I go? Should I go to the Avenger’s floor? Or to my office? You had turned your back to ask the chauffeur again when the elevator doors opened.

As soon as you turned to step onto the lift, you were met by your very handsome, very well-dressed, “Loki?” He looked at you with that stare that always takes your breath away. His sharp blue-green eyes took in the beauty before him. He let out a stifled breath and smiled as he held out his hand to you, inviting you in. As soon as you walked on and held his hand, he pulled you into his embrace and kissed you passionately on your lips.

You melted into his arms. He was home, safe. He kissed you with no regard to where you were or who might get on with the two of you. He opened your lips with his and he tasted your honeyed kiss that he’s been dreaming about for the past two weeks. You brushed your hands up to his hair, pulling him closer to you when something clicked in your head.

You ran your hands down his suit jacket again and felt the soft plush of velvet on your fingers. You took a sharp lungful of air and smelled the woodsy cologne from earlier today. You broke the kiss, smiling. “Have you been spying on me the whole day?” you asked him suspiciously.

“Yes…and no,” Loki said laughing. “I had Bailey take note of everything you liked today. Everything you touched or mentioned. The suit, the cologne. This dress, which you look ravishing in, by the way, flower. That first edition from that bookstore. Those macarons from the café. They’re upstairs waiting for you to open them.” He said with a proud grin.

“Loki! I don’t need all this. I just wanted to spend the day with you.”

“I know, darling. I wanted your birthday to be perfect! Just the way you like it. You said you’ve never had a good birthday. So I wanted to give you one. The perfect birthday. Chosen by you.” You kissed him fervidly for all the trouble he’s gone through.

“When did you get back?” you asked him.

“Only a couple of hours ago.” The doors opened to your office floor. As soon as you stepped out, you were greeted by roses everywhere. Loki had decorated your entire office! Soft petals were falling from the ceiling, making the entire room smell like a garden.

In the middle of the floor was a picnic basket with champagne and small macarons. Candles were lit all around giving the room a warm yellow glow. He led you further inside as he twirled you and wrapped his arms around you.

“A couple of hours? When did you have time to do all of this?!” you said as you twirled around, kicking up rose petals in your path.

“I brought dinner and it’s waiting for us over there if you’re ready. But I don’t want to let go of you just yet,” he said slowly swaying you to an unheard song.

“I’m perfectly content right here.” You said as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

“Did you have a good day, flower?”

“Yes. Even better now that you’re here.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning, love.” You shook your head forgiving him. “How can I make it up to you? How can I make your birthday even better?”

“Loki. I’m fine.”

“How about chocolates from Paris?” Loki snapped his fingers and a box of delectable chocolates appeared on the table. You gave him a confused look. “Cherry Blossoms from Tokyo?” He snapped again and the roses in your office turned into cherry trees with branches that snaked their way through your ceiling. Sakuras rained down flowering your hair. “Or how about light spheres harvested by elves from Vanaheim?” He snapped again and small bubble-like spheres floated everywhere. You were amazed at his seidr. You giggled as you reached out to touch one expecting it to pop, but instead affixed itself to your finger.

“There it is. The sound I’ve missed most of all.” He held you closer, resting his forehead on yours.

“All I want for my birthday is a kiss from a certain Asgardian prince who also happens to be the god of mischief.” You said. Loki snapped his fingers and in place of his well-fitted black suit, was his royal Asgardian armor. Green and black leather with a flowing cape and his golden helmet atop his head.

You blushed at his noble attire. He was so handsome. Anyone else would’ve looked outlandish and crazy. But on Loki, it looked assertive and dominant. You couldn’t hold back the embarrassing girl-like giggle that escaped your mouth.

“I’ve never heard that giggle before,” Loki said deviously.

“No. NO! And you never will again!”

“Is this what does it for you pet?” He asked connivingly. He grabbed you closer to his embrace. You couldn’t help the wide grin growing on your face.

He kissed you gently. He opened more of your mouth and let himself in. He let out a small moan and you quickly got lost in the passion of his kiss.

“Best present ever!” You said as you regained your breath.

“Happy Birthday, my love!”

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The soft blue of the canvas walls in your study. The light when your curtains catch rays from the sun as you're snuggled in bed next to Loki.

Loki. The thought of him made you squeeze your pussy tighter, earning you a spank on your upper thigh.

“I apologize, your highness,” you whispered meekly. Loki didn’t respond. The only sound answering you back were papers rustling and the rhythm of his signature with his pen. He continued with the chore Odin had set for him to do, overlooking writs and pardons. Signing off on ludicrous expeditions that Thor wanted to go on.

You inhaled deeply. You returned to thinking about mundane items in the room to distract you from the fact that Loki had his aching cock inside your swollen cunt.

The veins of gold on the marble pillars. You had followed them like a path leading up into the ceiling of Loki’s study.

Loki.

Another quick slap on your other thigh this time. “Ohw,” you submissively let out. “I apologize, your highness.”

“You naughty girl. You do know I can feel you every time you squeeze around me,” he warned without stopping to do his work. “You’re tight enough as it is, darling. Then, to have you grip me so firmly…” he sighed. “What are you thinking about?”

“You, husband. Always you,” you yearned. With your answer, you squeezed around him one more time, unable to help the feeling of his weight inside you. That earned you a pinch on your thigh.

“You wicked little thing. I’m trying to work! And here you are tempting me. Squeezing me. Trying to get me to move, aren’t you darling?”

“No, my love- your highness. I didn’t…”

“Hush now. No more excuses. Or I’ll never finish with this blasted paperwork, and then you’ll really be punished.”

You took a deep breath to calm your heart. It was not fair how he asked you to do the impossible. How could you lie here on his desk, with his cock buried deep inside you, and not want to feel anything? Not to move- Not to get him to thrust further into you-

His hips were searing into your skin. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock grow heavier and hotter.

This was not what you expected when you tempted him earlier. You were always successful in your wiles. Loki never hesitated to give you whatever you wanted, whether it be books, baubles, or even his body.

But this might be a lesson learned in being careful of what you wish for. He regretted that he was busy with work. He tried to reason with you and convince you that he would be with you as soon as he was finished.

But it wasn’t enough for you. A primal need had seized your mind, and you needed him right away. That’s when he sat you on his desk, slightly agitated. “A great ruler will find a way to compromise,” he smirked, releasing the fasteners of his trousers. “A greater husband would find a way to please his wife,” then he sank himself deep into your wet cunt.

Now, here you both are, hours later, impaled on his desk as he finishes his appointed duties from this morning.

<Pinch> “Ow,” you yelped. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“Princess. I’m done asking politely. I won’t be able to play with you the way you desire, the way you deserve, unless I finish this task,” he growled. “Behave!” He gave one final warning, and you went back to trying to distract yourself from this sweet edging.

The lovely shade of pink peonies in bloom. The smell of roses and morning dew as you strolled through the garden with Loki, hand in hand. Footsteps on the cobbled ground…footsteps?

Loud and prominent footsteps approached the doors of Loki’s study. And for the first time, you purposefully sat up to hide yourself from being caught.

Loki halted your shoulders and pushed you back down. “Stay. Put,” he growled.

“But-” as you were about to make your argument, Thor burst through the door, calling after his brother. His heavy march and the loud clanking of his armor cemented your humiliation with each step. The only thing you could do was to turn your head the other way and hide your face from the shame you’re about to be put in.

“Loki, father wishes to speak to you about…oh.” Thor's brief pause was enough to turn your skin flushed. The heat prickled around you, heightening your senses and shortening your breath. “So, this is where the princess has been?”

You could hear Thor’s smile widen with each word. You closed your eyes and held perfectly still, hoping that Thor would just walk away. How mortifying to be found so wanton and lascivious on your husband's desk. With his cock twitching inside you. “Mother has been asking where she had run off to. Or rather, what has been keeping her occupied.”

“The princess has been nothing but devoted and accommodating in helping me with my work, I assure you. So, if you wouldn’t mind just letting us be, I can finally finish this damned task father had charged me.”

“Brother, you know better than to be playing with your toys while working. You so easily get distracted.” You could hear the crinkle in Thor’s smile as his callused finger grazed your cheek. You inhaled a quick breath, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Your skin tingled, not having been touched by Loki in so long. Thor’s curious fingers trailed down your neck and onto your heaving chest, where Loki had ripped your bodice earlier.

A sharp slap to your breast sent Thor’s hand away. “Find your own wife to play with and leave mine alone!” Loki threatened.

Thor’s hands went up in defeat. “You were never one to share. Even when we were children,” he laughed.

Loki hovered over you, caging you in between his strong arms. “Leave,” he snarled.

Thor’s laughter could be heard with his retreating footsteps. “I’ll be sure to tell father that you are diligent in your task. And I shall tell mother…that I have not seen you, princess.” Thor’s promise was a small gift. He would be discreet, which left you at ease.

You turned your head at the sound of the door closing- catching the last visage of Thor’s cape before the double doors closed once again. You exhaled a sigh of relief. A deep breath you didn’t know you held inside.

“Do you miss him already?” Loki’s words brought your stare abruptly to his. You didn’t realize how close he had been, blocking your body from Thor.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, confused and insulted.

“I asked if you miss him already. You looked so longingly when he walked away.”

“It’s not him I miss! It’s not him I think about!”

“You let him touch you.” He growled.

“You left me on your desk!” you argued back.

“So desperate to be touched. I could feel you squeezing when he laid his hand on you.” You could see the anger in his eyes.  You could hear the jealousy in his voice.

“I wanted your touch!” You yelled out to him. Banging your fist to his chest. “Your kiss! Your fingers. Your-"

Loki plunged himself deeper into you, pausing your tirade. You gasped out in pleasure. You didn’t think there was any more of him to fill you. But here he stands, connected securely to you.

“I can't take any more, Loki. Please. Please, dear husband.” Loki pulled out slowly. You could feel every inch and drag torturing you. You felt defeated. He surely wouldn’t give in to you now. Not after his envy consumes him.

“This?!” He thrusted himself back into you. “Is this what you want?”  You moaned so loudly, arching your back against his desk. He pulled your hips over the edge, holding onto your thighs. With a deep grunt, he drove deeper. Again.

And again.

And again.

Papers crumbled in your hands, grasping to hold on. The air in the room got heavy from his breathing. He pushed your thighs further open, sinking deeper and grinding against your sensitive lips. Loki lifted his face to the heavens, his lips saying a silent prayer for the feel of your tight cunt around his girth. “You are mine, princess!” he growled with his clenched teeth. He grabbed the edge of the desk above you and used it as leverage to thrust deeper and harder. “Say it!” he commanded.

“Y-yours,” you stammered through your foggy mind. The sensation he was giving you left you thoughtless and meek. It wasn’t long before your orgasm spread throughout your body. Your legs shook, and you were breathless and dizzy from the screams and moans you let out.  

His hips bucked hard against yours. With shallow breaths, you moaned out his name, not caring who might’ve heard you. You squeezed tightly around him, and Loki’s face contorted to the sweetest pain. A few more thrusts and he stilled, letting his spent drip on the inside of your thighs as you came around him a second time.

Loki looked at you victoriously. He wiped the hair off your face as he leaned over your spent body. “I’ll make sure you remember who you belong to,” he threatened so sweetly before he seized your mouth in a hard kiss. “Now, give me another one, princess.”

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Tony cocked his eyebrow. “I never thought I would see the day you admit that Raven Boy is better than you in something magic related.”

“Loki is over a thousand years old. And Vanaheim and Asgard were rather close. Chances are high he has seen this exact artifact before,” the sorcerer said as a matter-of-fact.

It was a valid argument, Tony had to concede. “Okay, then call him. Or send a raven. Speak into your crystal ba-”

Stephen opened a portal right into Thor and Loki’s kitchen. The younger prince sat at the table, casually eating cornflakes – specifically, Frosted Flakes – while clad in comfortable lounge wear. Right, it was about morning in Norway.

Loki looked up from his bowl, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. “Strange,” he remarked, his tone dripping with skepticism. He was clearly not pleased about the unexpected interruption. “What do you want?”

Even though his voice was far from being nice, he didn’t outright throw a nasty hex at Stephen for invading his privacy. The sorcerer took that as a positive sign. Things were progressing between them. “I’ve got something you might want to take a look at,” he explained the call.

“A book?” Loki tilted his head, a flicker of interest crossing his features for just a moment.

“It’s Avengers related.”

The Asgardian sighed dramatically, clearly unimpressed. So, not a book. “As you clearly see, I am having breakfast. I will come over afterwards.”

Stephen nodded. Fair enough. “We are on the thirty-seventh floor of the tower,” he informed Loki before he closed the portal. Then he turned back to Tony, who had been observing the exchange with a bemused expression. “Don’t be surprised if he makes you wait, just because he can.”

“The only thing that I’m surprised about is how well you handle the Charming Disaster,” Tony quipped, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against a table, arms crossed.

As he spoke, the door of the elevator opened, and Friday chimed in with a warning tone. “Boss…”

But before she could finish her sentence, Loki was already strolling in. In the mere eight seconds since Stephen had closed the portal, Loki had managed to change into attire that was decidedly less pajama-like and far more presentable.

“I don’t need to be handled,” the Asgardian announced pointedly, his voice firm and self-assured. It was clear he had caught the tail end of their conversation. He must have had the fastest breakfast in history. “And I don’t understand your ways to select nicknames, Titanium-Gold Alloy Man.”

Tony squinted at him. “You see, when you say something like that, it’s difficult to believe you.”

Stephen noticed the slightest of smirks on Loki’s lips. The Asgardian had a special sense of humor. The sorcerer slowly started to understand and appreciate it; it was another layer of complexity that made Loki all the more intriguing.

He cleared his throat and gestured to the artifact. Loki turned his attention to the mirror—and immediately forgot all jesting. The way his focus zoomed in on it and his face hardened, he knew what it was. “Where did you get that?” he asked, his voice laced with an urgency that betrayed his calm facade.

“Every now and then the people with questionable morals that we meet on a daily basis have rather interesting collections,” Tony explained easily.

Stephen snorted, unable to resist the urge to interject. “If every person with ‘questionable morals’ qualifies as a villain, we’d have a lot more work to do. Especially if we count business people in,” he added, raising an eyebrow at Tony, who merely shrugged in response. He was not wrong.

Loki, however, had tuned out their conversation and stepped closer to the item on the table. He brushed his finger over the silver handle almost with a wistful sorrow. His expression shifted, deep in thought, and for a moment, he seemed to be lost in the past.

Then, as if pulled back to reality by an unseen force, he closed his fingers around the handle and picked it up with a sense of reverence.

“This is the Glimmering Shard of Veyrith,” he said absently, before he remembered where he was and turned to the other two men, his demeanor shifting from contemplative to resolute. “It used to be in royal Asgardian possession. I will take it from here.”

“Now hold your horses, Mama Sleipnir,” Tony immediately protested. “You can’t just take a potentially harmful object with you.”

Loki’s eyes darkened and he straightened his shoulders unconsciously. “I can and I will. It belongs with me.”

“What does it even do?” Tony inquired.

Loki was reluctant to answer, his posture defensive. It made Stephen step in before the situation escalated further. “Loki, you have to admit that Stark has a point. You have to give us something,” his voice was calm but firm. He didn’t want to fight the prince about this, but he would if necessary.

Reluctantly, Loki gave in, though his expression remained guarded. “It shows memories. Past and potential futures,” he explained curtly. He spoke like he didn’t want to share anything of this mirror, not even information. “The last time I saw it, it was around the convergence.”

Tony didn’t know what the Asgardian was talking about, but Stephen had heard about the convergence, even though that was before his path had led him to Kamar-Taj. During the convergence, the dark elves had attacked London due to a fierce conflict with Asgard. It was around the same time they had lost their queen – and suddenly, Stephen realized the connection.

The hand mirror was an artifact from Vanaheim in royal Asgardian possession. It must have been Frigga’s. The revelation struck him like a bolt of lightning; it explained Loki’s emotional attachment to it.

The sorcerer relaxed. He would not fight the prince about it.

Meanwhile, Tony had more questions. “Future memories? How does that even work?”

“Magic,” Stephen and Loki said in unison.

The engineer groaned with exasperation, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Great. Now I have two of you cryptic magic people around. Just what I needed.”

Loki glanced at Stephen, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes before he turned his head back to Tony. “I could explain it to you, but you hardly ever listen when it’s about magic,” he remarked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“No wonder with how little aptitude for the arcane arts he has,” Stephen added, his tone dry.

“You noticed that too? I have rarely met anyone with such a low talent for magic…”

“Of course,” the sorcerer replied wryly. “It’s hard not to notice.”

“Hey, I’m right here,” Tony protested, his voice rising in indignation as both of the mages rolled their eyes at him. The nerve of them! “But seriously. How?”

“I would guess it's some kind of probability calculation,” Stephen said. “Whichever future is most likely to occur. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s infused with time-stone power.”

Loki tilted his head, as if he was considering this possibility for the first time, intrigued by the implications. “That might be possible. Some of the mirror’s future memories are more accurate than other times. It rarely shows something interesting from the future, though.”

So he had clearly used it before. It confirmed Stephen's theory..

“That’s all very interesting, but you still can’t take it,” Tony insisted, his tone firm as he crossed his arms over his chest.

The prince looked like he was three seconds away from bolting, making a portal and simply disappearing with the mirror in hand. Sensing the rising tension, Stephen decided to step in and mediate. “Since Loki is familiar with the artifact–“

“The Glimmering Shard of Veyrith,” Loki corrected him, his tone almost possessive, and Stephen shot him a look. He was helping the Asgardian here, so Loki better keep his comments to himself and shut up.

“… and since it’s not malicious, it will be safe to remain with him for the time being. Yet, the data Stark’s scans are able to provide will be valuable insight for future missions. We will do that first. You can wait another hour to take the Glimmering Shard of Veyrith home, Loki,” Stephen concluded, his voice steady and authoritative.

“Two hours,” Tony chimed in.

“One and a half,” Loki countered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he weighed his options.

“Deal.” Tony held out his hand expectantly, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. Loki hesitated, the internal struggle evident in his features, but ultimately realized that it would be easier to cooperate for the time being. Reluctantly, he handed the mirror to the engineer.

With the artifact now in Tony's possession, he turned to walk toward one of the many labs in the tower, his mind already racing with ideas for how to analyze the artifact’s abilities.

Loki followed him to keep an eye on the artifact. Stephen followed them to keep an eye on Loki and Stark, walking next to the Asgardian.

“I knew her,” he said unprompted.

Loki glanced at him. “Who?”

“Queen Frigga. She was a remarkable woman. Gentle, yet with a fierceness.”

Loki stared at him, his expression faltering for a moment, blindsided by this unexpected revelation. “You can’t,” he finally managed to say, disbelief etched across his features. “She died before you…”

The Queen of Asgard had passed away years before Stephen became the Sorcerer Supreme; in fact, it was long before he even knew of the Mystic Arts. Yet, Stephen smiled wryly, as if the answer was as obvious as the sun rising in the east. “Time is not straight-lined,” he said, his hand wandering to the Eye of Agamotto resting on his chest.

Loki’s eyes followed the movement, widening in understanding. When wielding an Infinity Stone, the normal rules didn’t apply. The implications of this realization began to dawn on him, and something shifted in the prince’s face – a glimmer of hope emerged, flickering like a candle in the dark. If Stephen had met Frigga in a past time, then there was a chance – albeit a slim one – that Loki could see his mother again.

He didn’t ask. Not yet.

But Stephen knew that the thought would simmer in the Asgardian’s mind, turning over and over as he inspected it from all sides, weighing the risks and rewards. And one day, Stephen was certain, Loki would approach him and ask this favor of him.

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

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

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

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

“Loki- what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

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

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

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

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Loki…”

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

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

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

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

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

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

“S’cold,” you gritted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The soft blue of the canvas walls in your study. The light when your curtains catch rays from the sun as you're snuggled in bed next to Loki.

Loki. The thought of him made you squeeze your pussy tighter, earning you a spank on your upper thigh.

“I apologize, your highness,” you whispered meekly. Loki didn’t respond. The only sound answering you back were papers rustling and the rhythm of his signature with his pen. He continued with the chore Odin had set for him to do, overlooking writs and pardons. Signing off on ludicrous expeditions that Thor wanted to go on.

You inhaled deeply. You returned to thinking about mundane items in the room to distract you from the fact that Loki had his aching cock inside your swollen cunt.

The veins of gold on the marble pillars. You had followed them like a path leading up into the ceiling of Loki’s study.

Loki.

Another quick slap on your other thigh this time. “Ohw,” you submissively let out. “I apologize, your highness.”

“You naughty girl. You do know I can feel you every time you squeeze around me,” he warned without stopping to do his work. “You’re tight enough as it is, darling. Then, to have you grip me so firmly…” he sighed. “What are you thinking about?”

“You, husband. Always you,” you yearned. With your answer, you squeezed around him one more time, unable to help the feeling of his weight inside you. That earned you a pinch on your thigh.

“You wicked little thing. I’m trying to work! And here you are tempting me. Squeezing me. Trying to get me to move, aren’t you darling?”

“No, my love- your highness. I didn’t…”

“Hush now. No more excuses. Or I’ll never finish with this blasted paperwork, and then you’ll really be punished.”

You took a deep breath to calm your heart. It was not fair how he asked you to do the impossible. How could you lie here on his desk, with his cock buried deep inside you, and not want to feel anything? Not to move- Not to get him to thrust further into you-

His hips were searing into your skin. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock grow heavier and hotter.

This was not what you expected when you tempted him earlier. You were always successful in your wiles. Loki never hesitated to give you whatever you wanted, whether it be books, baubles, or even his body.

But this might be a lesson learned in being careful of what you wish for. He regretted that he was busy with work. He tried to reason with you and convince you that he would be with you as soon as he was finished.

But it wasn’t enough for you. A primal need had seized your mind, and you needed him right away. That’s when he sat you on his desk, slightly agitated. “A great ruler will find a way to compromise,” he smirked, releasing the fasteners of his trousers. “A greater husband would find a way to please his wife,” then he sank himself deep into your wet cunt.

Now, here you both are, hours later, impaled on his desk as he finishes his appointed duties from this morning.

<Pinch> “Ow,” you yelped. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“Princess. I’m done asking politely. I won’t be able to play with you the way you desire, the way you deserve, unless I finish this task,” he growled. “Behave!” He gave one final warning, and you went back to trying to distract yourself from this sweet edging.

The lovely shade of pink peonies in bloom. The smell of roses and morning dew as you strolled through the garden with Loki, hand in hand. Footsteps on the cobbled ground…footsteps?

Loud and prominent footsteps approached the doors of Loki’s study. And for the first time, you purposefully sat up to hide yourself from being caught.

Loki halted your shoulders and pushed you back down. “Stay. Put,” he growled.

“But-” as you were about to make your argument, Thor burst through the door, calling after his brother. His heavy march and the loud clanking of his armor cemented your humiliation with each step. The only thing you could do was to turn your head the other way and hide your face from the shame you’re about to be put in.

“Loki, father wishes to speak to you about…oh.” Thor's brief pause was enough to turn your skin flushed. The heat prickled around you, heightening your senses and shortening your breath. “So, this is where the princess has been?”

You could hear Thor’s smile widen with each word. You closed your eyes and held perfectly still, hoping that Thor would just walk away. How mortifying to be found so wanton and lascivious on your husband's desk. With his cock twitching inside you. “Mother has been asking where she had run off to. Or rather, what has been keeping her occupied.”

“The princess has been nothing but devoted and accommodating in helping me with my work, I assure you. So, if you wouldn’t mind just letting us be, I can finally finish this damned task father had charged me.”

“Brother, you know better than to be playing with your toys while working. You so easily get distracted.” You could hear the crinkle in Thor’s smile as his callused finger grazed your cheek. You inhaled a quick breath, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Your skin tingled, not having been touched by Loki in so long. Thor’s curious fingers trailed down your neck and onto your heaving chest, where Loki had ripped your bodice earlier.

A sharp slap to your breast sent Thor’s hand away. “Find your own wife to play with and leave mine alone!” Loki threatened.

Thor’s hands went up in defeat. “You were never one to share. Even when we were children,” he laughed.

Loki hovered over you, caging you in between his strong arms. “Leave,” he snarled.

Thor’s laughter could be heard with his retreating footsteps. “I’ll be sure to tell father that you are diligent in your task. And I shall tell mother…that I have not seen you, princess.” Thor’s promise was a small gift. He would be discreet, which left you at ease.

You turned your head at the sound of the door closing- catching the last visage of Thor’s cape before the double doors closed once again. You exhaled a sigh of relief. A deep breath you didn’t know you held inside.

“Do you miss him already?” Loki’s words brought your stare abruptly to his. You didn’t realize how close he had been, blocking your body from Thor.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, confused and insulted.

“I asked if you miss him already. You looked so longingly when he walked away.”

“It’s not him I miss! It’s not him I think about!”

“You let him touch you.” He growled.

“You left me on your desk!” you argued back.

“So desperate to be touched. I could feel you squeezing when he laid his hand on you.” You could see the anger in his eyes.  You could hear the jealousy in his voice.

“I wanted your touch!” You yelled out to him. Banging your fist to his chest. “Your kiss! Your fingers. Your-"

Loki plunged himself deeper into you, pausing your tirade. You gasped out in pleasure. You didn’t think there was any more of him to fill you. But here he stands, connected securely to you.

“I can't take any more, Loki. Please. Please, dear husband.” Loki pulled out slowly. You could feel every inch and drag torturing you. You felt defeated. He surely wouldn’t give in to you now. Not after his envy consumes him.

“This?!” He thrusted himself back into you. “Is this what you want?”  You moaned so loudly, arching your back against his desk. He pulled your hips over the edge, holding onto your thighs. With a deep grunt, he drove deeper. Again.

And again.

And again.

Papers crumbled in your hands, grasping to hold on. The air in the room got heavy from his breathing. He pushed your thighs further open, sinking deeper and grinding against your sensitive lips. Loki lifted his face to the heavens, his lips saying a silent prayer for the feel of your tight cunt around his girth. “You are mine, princess!” he growled with his clenched teeth. He grabbed the edge of the desk above you and used it as leverage to thrust deeper and harder. “Say it!” he commanded.

“Y-yours,” you stammered through your foggy mind. The sensation he was giving you left you thoughtless and meek. It wasn’t long before your orgasm spread throughout your body. Your legs shook, and you were breathless and dizzy from the screams and moans you let out.  

His hips bucked hard against yours. With shallow breaths, you moaned out his name, not caring who might’ve heard you. You squeezed tightly around him, and Loki’s face contorted to the sweetest pain. A few more thrusts and he stilled, letting his spent drip on the inside of your thighs as you came around him a second time.

Loki looked at you victoriously. He wiped the hair off your face as he leaned over your spent body. “I’ll make sure you remember who you belong to,” he threatened so sweetly before he seized your mouth in a hard kiss. “Now, give me another one, princess.”

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Loki flipped through the magazine at a hurried pace, not looking at the photos or any of the articles. His hands needed something tactile to do. Or else, he feared, he might choke someone with them.

He paused when he saw an advertisement for a watch you were modeling for. There you were—a close-up of your beautiful face. Your eyes were bright and round. Your lips were dewy and sensual. Norns, he missed those lips. Especially when they were wrapped around his…

Ugh. Why can’t I stop thinking of her?! Loki snarled under his breath as he threw the magazine halfway across the room. It landed on the floor right by Sam’s feet. “You dropped this!” Sam said picking it up from the floor. He held it up in the air, not even looking, his attention fully absorbed on the TV screen.

Everyone had gathered to watch the talk show you were appearing on tonight. They couldn’t wait to see you come out and gossip about your life or inconsequential things. The entire team supported you in your decision to leave and start your acting career—everyone, except him.

Loki wanted to leave the room. He should’ve left and not agreed to come and watch the show with the others. He was about to stand up when-

“Shh. Shh. Guys quiet down. Here she is!” Wanda said shushing the entire room.  Loki watched the enormous television, enraptured. The camera panned over to the audience, their loud applause and cheers were deafening. Signs and pictures were held up from a time when you were an Avenger. He couldn’t help but sink further into his chair and get caught up with your grace once again.

“So, Foxglove- can I still call you Foxglove?” The host asked as you sat down.

“Of course, you can,” you beamed at the man behind the desk.

“I- I don’t know the protocol for these things. Do you get to keep the name even though you’re not an Avenger anymore?”

Your practiced laugh showed through your gritted teeth. “It doesn’t work exactly like that. Foxglove is the name I gave myself. I had it with me when I started with the Avengers and took it with me when I left. It wasn’t a title or anything.”

“And did they just let you leave? I would think it was like being in the mafia. ‘You know too many of our secrets. We can’t let you out alive!’ sorta thing,” the host said, thinking he was being clever.

“My friends and colleagues have all been supportive. And I remain in close contact with most of them.”

‘Most of them.’ That statement swirled the emotions Loki was feeling inside. He was not one of those who supported you and was very vocal about it. The fact that you still keep in contact with almost everyone here left him envious.

“And that’s actually part of the reason why I’m here tonight,” you continued. “My dear friend Tony, whom many of you know as Ironman- again, not a title…” you chuckled. “…Is throwing his annual charity gala this spring. This year he decided to make it a month-long occasion with different charities and events happening once a week culminating in the yearly gala at the end of the month.”

“That’s wonderful! That’s all he does when he’s not out saving the world, is party, huh?” the host said looking straight into the camera.

“Asshole!” Tony sassed under his breath, earning a few chuckles from the team.

“And what exactly is your part in this month-long event?” The host asked you.

“Well, I plan to raise money for The Nature Conservancy here in New York. I ask everyone to come and help us plant new trees or donate. Every dollar will be matched, and we can help restore some of the forests, in other parts of the country.”

“The Nature Conservancy is a special organization for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s where I first worked. It’s where I first started noticing my powers.”

“Your powers are amazing! You can talk to plants!”

“Well, it’s a lot more complicated than that,” you said with restraint. “Chlorokinesis allows me to excel a plant’s growth to a thousand times what they normally can. I can also enhance their natural defenses and abilities. And like my namesake, Foxglove, I can give you hallucinations when touched.”

“Can we get a demonstration?” the host asked to the cheers of his audience. You reached out to touch him “No, no, no!” he said nervously. “I don’t need any more hallucinations right now!” you both chuckled. “Thank you. But maybe you can make a flower grow?” he suggested, and the audience cheered you on.

“Sure, of course,” you smiled, happily. You rotated your wrists and flicked them around, gesturing for a plant to grow from the host’s wooden desk. The branches wrapped around itself forming a steady trunk. Soon the branches grew out further and further. Blooming wisterias in varying colors began to sprout, amazing the audience.

You used to be unstoppable. You used to tear down enemies left and right, numbing them with your visions before you cut them down and made them regret opposing you. Now you do party tricks for the camera so you can get a laugh from people who don’t care about you. Who didn’t even love you! Loki was furious.

Once again, Loki made to get up. He was almost through the exit of the room when he heard the next question that made him stop.

“So, Foxglove, will you be attending these events alone?” The audience ‘ooh’d’ at the question when the host decided to get a little more personal. “I heard you were cozying up to a certain superhero. Do you like those types? Do you have a type? What does Foxglove look for in a partner?”

You laughed embarrassedly. “These rumors! I swear they pair me up with someone new each week.”

“Oh, but you were seen leaving a nightclub with your costar, Superman himself, Henry Cavil.” The photo was put up on the screen. A picture of the two of you laughing in front of a busy club as Henry gingerly put his arm around your shoulders. The entire room of Avengers whooped and hollered cheering you on.

“We were celebrating. We had just wrapped our movie and it was my first time in London. So, Henry just wanted to show me around. Very friendly. All platonic.” You smiled, blushing. Loki noted that blush. I’ll break him like a twig!

“Ok. Ok. What about your former colleague, Loki of Asgard?” The host asked as a picture of the two of you replaced the one on the screen.

It was a photo taken when the two of you had gotten back from a mission. You had failed and cried about it on the flight back. Loki was wiping the tears from your face, trying to cheer you up. You didn’t know the PR department was there taking shots as all of you disembarked off the jet.

The camera cut back to you and you blushed harder. Once again, Loki noted that blush. He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding and swallowed. Does she miss me too?

“Loki and I have remained good friends. I look forward to seeing him again,” you told the host.

Lies. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you since you left. The last words you said to him were “I hate you! I never want to see you again!” Loki couldn’t detect any falsehood when you screamed those words at him. That hurt the most.

Everyone turned to where Loki was standing. Some, like Thor, were smiling. Mostly everyone else was shocked.

“What?!” Loki snapped back at them, making everyone turn back to the television.

“Oh! Did you hear that? She wants to see him again.” The host embarrassed you. Your powers grew erratic as a new sprout of branches grew from the tree.

The whole audience was eating it up, clapping. You tried to hide behind your hand, but the different cameras provided different angles of your mortification.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Foxglove, everybody!” The host said pointing towards you clapping. You laughed and waved at the audience as Wisteria petals fell from the ceiling.

Weeks later, you sat in the back of a Maybach that Tony hired to chauffer you to the gala. This year it would be held at the compound which garnered more donations because everyone wanted to see inside the heavily guarded facility. Your intricate beaded dress fit you snuggly and covered you from shoulders to toe. It ensured that no one would accidentally come in contact with your skin. Especially with how crowded Tony’s parties got. The only wrinkle was from all the times you’ve grabbed it in anxiousness and wrung the fabric.

Why did I let Tony talk me into this?! I should’ve faked sick or something! What if Loki’s there? Of course, he’s there. Where else would he be? What if he doesn’t want to see me again? What if he has a date?! Maybe I should’ve invited Henry? No, no. He’d get the wrong idea. Just drop in, say your hellos, then leave. I don’t have to stay. I’m a grown adult. I can do what I want! FUCK! What if Loki comes and talks to me?

Once past the gates, the car crawled through a winding road with lanterns adorning the pathway. The car stopped at the front steps of the Avenger’s compound and you could hear the heavy bass of the music pounding through the car windows as bright lights and lasers littered the night sky.

You made your way through security to the massive, yet highly decorated, quinjet hangar and a sweeping staircase that descended to an impressive room below. You smiled, reminiscing about all the parties and events you attended as an Avenger- sweet memories that erased the worry you had when you were in the car. Picking up your gown, you gracefully descended the staircase. Keeping your eyes trained on the steps below, you tried not to look around, to look for him.

“Fox! I can’t believe you’re here!” Wanda shrieked as she ran up to you. She squeezed your sleeved arm and pressed her cheek on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you, Wanda!” you said kissing the top of her hair.

“Come on. Everyone’s here- well, almost everyone,” she corrected herself. “We haven’t seen you in so long. Everyone wants to catch up.” She led you along to the bar where you were greeted by your former teammates. You were grateful that Loki wasn’t among them. He always loved these parties. You actively refused invites the past year just to avoid him. Awkward hugs and pleasantries were shared. Drinks were offered along with your first few dances promised to Sam and Wanda.

After hours of conversations with the team, and some drinks with Tony, you fell back into a sense of belonging and family. You didn’t realize how much you missed your friends here. How much you missed being an Avenger. It got so lonely most nights not having anyone to talk to. At least here, you would have had Nat or Bucky to train with in the middle of the night.

Or Loki to keep you company.

You groaned internally. You couldn’t help but be on edge all night, thinking about him and wondering if Loki was ever going to show up.

Before leaving for the night, you excused yourself to get some fresh air. There was a greenhouse in the back glades of the compound that you frequented most nights just to be alone. You used to make the hedges grow all around, giving you a private garden away from the rest of the world.

Inside, it was as if you had never left. The plants stood tall as if to greet you. Bright flowers bloomed in different colors as if in competition to win your adoration. And in the back corner, hidden behind large monstera plants, was a cove of plush blankets and chairs that you hid from anyone ever finding. Everyone except, “Loki?”

Loki sat in the rattan chair; his legs crossed reading a magazine with your picture on the cover. He looked as breathtaking as the first time you saw him, like trouble and a promise all wrapped up in his pressed monochromatic black suit. His mischievous smile appeared, tempting you closer.

“Hello, Foxglove,” he greeted you. His voice sending shivers down your spine. Fight or flight? Fight or flight? You kept repeating in your head.

“I…didn’t know this spot was taken. I won’t bother you. Goodnight,” you hastily said as you turned to leave.

“Wait!” he cried standing up. You could feel him grab hold of your wrist. You looked down to see his shadow holding on to you like a dear friend, shadow to skin. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched. It’s been so hard to be intimate with anyone because of your body’s defense mechanism. And here was Loki, the only man who figured out a loophole to your little enigma.

“I just wanted to say…” Loki paused, staring only into your eyes. “Y-you look beautiful tonight.” You pulled your hand away from his shadow and stayed quiet. “I saw you. We… the team… saw you on the talk show. You’ve done amazing things this past year. One movie, a television show, countless endorsements.”

“Still don’t think I can make it?” you challenged.

“Fox, it was never about that!” he argued. His sudden outburst propelled him like a predator. He stalked his way closer to you, making you back into the glass wall of the greenhouse. You caught whiffs of his cologne mixed with the tropical scent of the flowers all around you. He stopped when he realized he had alarmed you. “I should not have advanced on you so quickly. I apologize.”

“It’s all right. Just habit, I guess.” You were always conscious of people touching you and getting too close. You never wanted to be the cause of their hallucinations. Loki felt relieved that he hadn’t scared you off. His shadow stood ahead of him, rubbing your arm with the back of his fingertips, trying to mollify your anxiousness.

Loki watched and waited as you settled. Jealousy festered in his body at the sight of his shadow being able to comfort you and he couldn’t. “You look… breathtaking, by the way.” He tried to soothe.

“You already said that,” you said curtly, blushing. Loki loved your blush. He loved getting under your skin and teasing you.

“Is your new lover here with you tonight? Got sick of the real superheroes, had to get yourself a pretend one?” he tried deflecting. Loki smirked looking through the glass and out to the party to see if he could spot Cavill.

“As I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me once I stepped foot out of your room,” you said quoting him from the last time you spoke. “So, it’s none of your business whether or not Henry and I are together.”

“But you are…together?” he asked. His stare was unwavering, demanding an answer to his desperate question.

“I don’t need this right now!” You were angry and speechless. He doesn’t have the right to question your life’s choices especially when he wanted no part of them in the first place.

You moved to get away from his shadow’s hold and out of the greenhouse. Loki followed you close. “Fox, please. Stop.”

“Why are you even here, Loki?” you called back, briskly walking towards the exit. “You knew this was- This was my spot. MY SPOT!” you yelled, turning abruptly towards him.

“Because I wanted a chance to talk to you in private! Without the cameras or the paparazzi. Without some life-or-death mission hanging over our heads. I needed to see your face again, without all these people trying to steal your attention away from me.” He stopped and watched you reach for the door to go outside. “I’m sorry, Vixen.”

Vixen.

Feelings you thought you had buried deep down inside of you started to resurface. All because of that name he used. The one he would whisper as he called for you in his arms late at night. The name he used when he made you laugh so hard the only way to stop you was to kiss you.

The one name he knew would stop you in your tracks… because it was the one name he used when he was about to touch you himself.

“I am sorry if I ever made you feel…”

“Unworthy? Incapable? Useless?!” you turned as you accused him.

“Unwanted,” he finished.

Real tears fell down your face now. Loki cupped your cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. You could feel the heat in his touch. The energy. You’ve felt it with his shadow, but there was always something electrifying and passionate when Loki touched you himself.

It was a luxury to feel this connection with someone. To feel the warmth from his fingers. The callouses in his palms. You imagined feeling his soft lips on you once again until you stopped yourself. It was a dangerous path to have such expectations right now. You opened your teary eyes to find Loki watching you.

His eyes darted around to your surroundings before he closed them and tried to focus back on you. “You are very much wanted, Vixen. I just couldn’t admit to myself how much I wanted you back then.”

He opened his eyes to yours. The swirl of emotion in them was breathtaking. It was then that you saw his true face for the first time. His emotions. His thoughts. He was stripped of his armor and his pretenses. You felt as if you two were the only thing that existed in that time and space. As if he were holding his life, right there cupped in between his hands.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he continued his confession. “I am a jealous god. You know this. I didn’t want to share you with anybody. I wanted to keep you to myself. To keep you from the world. I was afraid that you would tire of me like you did with being an Avenger. Cast me out after seeing what the world out there could offer you.”

Loki placed his forehead to yours, feeling your breath on his lips. He bared it all for you tonight. He admitted something you knew was difficult for him to confess.

But could it erase what he made you feel for wanting to follow your dreams? Horrible and selfish. Untalented. Unwanted.

“I love you.” Your eyes grew wide at his expression. “I loved you then. I’ve loved you since. I am still deeply in love with you. Even now, when you’re about to run away from me, my heart won’t let me forget you. I was afraid that I would have no place in the world that you were creating for yourself. So, for that, I am sorry.” You closed your eyes and lingered in his touch a while longer.

“I wanted to apologize. I never got a chance to see you again after our fight, and I regret that I never made amends to you. You had every right to follow your path. I shouldn’t have stopped you. I should’ve supported you.” His thumb caressed your cheeks back and forth. You always did have the softest skin, unblemished by anyone else’s touch, he thought.  “You don’t have to say it back. You don’t have to say anything at all. And if you want to leave now, I won’t stop you. Never again. But I just needed you to know how I felt.”

Do you love him? You asked yourself as you looked into his variegated eyes. Did you spend every night thinking about him? Did you ignore the compound, and your friends, this past year just to avoid seeing him again? Afraid that he would have someone new in his life? Did you miss his voice when he says your name? His kisses? His touch?

“Yes,” you answered yourself. Loki’s brows knitted in confusion. “Loki, I understand now. Thank you… what I said to you back then, I was angry, but...” you tried to start.

Loki smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We were both angry and said things we didn’t mean. Me more than you. Please don’t apologize. Least of all to me.” He exhaled as his eyes darted around again. You nodded your head, accepting his grace- forgiving you without having to apologize.

You looked up at his eyes, filled with wonder, “What do you see? When you touch me?” you asked gently. All this time you never thought to ask him.

“I see what I always see. Since the very first time I touched you. Do you remember?” You shook your head no. “They showed a picture of it on the talk show.” Realization sunk in. “I was wiping your tears just like now.”

Loki looked around again and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. “I see home. I see the woods that used to grow behind the castle walls. Thor and I used to sneak out when we were children and climb the trees. The same woods we used as hunting grounds when we got older. Would you like to see it?”

No one had ever asked you that before.  No one had ever had the power to do that before! You nodded and faint green smoke rose from his fingers. Your vision got blurry as the greenhouse was replaced by a dense forest. The trees were tall and luscious. Strands of warm light filtered through the canopy above shining down on the emerald grass below.

“Come with me.” Loki held your hand as he walked further into the woods. Dead leaves and twigs crunched at your feet as a soft breeze blew through the lace of your dress giving you goosebumps. “There’s a glade up ahead where we can just lay on the grass. I used to spend my free time there, letting the hours idle away.” The thought made you smile.

Sure enough, a clearing began to form up ahead. Long, soft grass weaved itself as it grew amongst large wildflowers. The filtered light from the canopy above made the blooms shine like jewels on a bed of velvet.

“I have yet to see anywhere comparable to this place on Midgard,” Loki said circling the glade, a look of homesickness in his eyes. “That metropolis has nothing compared to the splendor of these woods.”

“It’s beautiful.” You said walking towards him. A path of small wildflowers blooming with every step you made.

“Thank you. It is beautiful. But still an illusion. We are still very much in the greenhouse by the compound. You’re just seeing what I’m seeing at the moment.” You reached out towards a tree and felt cold glass instead of bark.

“You see this every time you’ve touched me? Every time we’ve…”

“Hmm,” Loki nodded solemnly. “Sometimes it's these woods. Other times it's my bedchambers in the palace. Yet, every time I’m with you, I see this- my childhood home. I haven’t been back since you left.” Loki bent down and picked up a wildflower that had grown in your stride. “I try to conjure it myself, but it never feels the same. The colors aren’t as vibrant. Not as much warmth.” He placed the flower on your ear, pushing your stray hair back. His hands ventured further down, tracing the beads of your sleeves.

“I’ve missed you,” he admitted.

“You’ve missed me? Or you’ve missed my powers and that they can bring you home?” you asked slightly jilted.

Loki looked deeply into your eyes as he turned you into his embrace. Your hands fell onto his arms and the look he gave you stole your breath away. “You are my home,” he confessed with a passion and honesty you’ve never heard from him before.  

He wasted no time. He gave you no warning as he conceded to his urges and kissed you fervidly. The soft lips you were fantasizing about earlier painted a poor picture of his actual kiss. Soft yet demanding. Giving, yet always ravenous. It was as if no time had passed between you two. You were back in his arms kissing him and it felt like he described it. Home.

“All I ever wanted was to have you here in my arms,” he breathed in between kisses. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him back to you for another kiss. His arms wrapped selfishly around you, holding you tighter to him.

The heat was too much. It’s been so long since you’ve been held so intimately. But with Loki’s lips devoted to your neck, you would burn gladly. You would die happily on this pyre- as the last thing you would hear would be Loki moaning in your ears.

You were lost in his haze, caught up in the moment with the feel of his body against yours. He pushed you against the tree and you felt the cold glass of the greenhouse against your back.

Loki towered over you, “Tell me you want this,” he whispered onto your noxious skin. “Tell me you’ve missed this and want this with me.” He looked into your eyes, imploring something deep and vulnerable inside you.

“I do, Loki. I want this with you” You moaned holding tight against his grip. You felt his hands gather your dress skirt. Slowly his hands wandered, savoring the feel of your soft skin. His hallucinations were getting more and more vivid. Believable. Or perhaps it was just his kiss, sending you into slight delirium yourself.

Loki hurriedly took off his suit jacket and flung it across the room. He knelt in front of you, in between your parted legs as he raised your left knee above his shoulders- kissing his way up to your inner thighs. “Loki is this real?” you asked looking around you.

“Gods, I hope so,” he prayed, leaving a mark on your thigh. He kissed his way up to your core and licked you through the fabric of your panties. You heard the sheer cotton tear as his fingers brushed up against your eager clit.

Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling when he licked a wide stripe in between your folds. Your knees buckled at the sensation and soon you were reaching around yourself for something to hold. Something to keep you up as Loki lost himself in your wet arousal.

The cold glass of the greenhouse was replaced by the feeling of something warm and sturdy behind you. You looked up to see that Loki’s shadow had positioned himself to where his chest was flushed against your back- his dark hands roaming your body. His arms reached forward to hold your dress up above your waist, aiding Loki in his endeavors.

You felt a kiss on your neck, a quick peck as if he was asking for permission or giving you a warning. You yelped as his shadow quickly lifted you by your hips and Loki pushed both your knees up for his shadow to hold.

“Loki!”

“Yes, my love?” he asked as he continued to latch his mouth and draw on your aching cunt. Loki’s shadow spread your legs. You were splayed open and exposed. Leaving Loki to devote his tongue to you. You reached up and ran your hands through his shadow's hair, pulling as he sweetly kissed your neck.  

You couldn’t help the moans and loud whimpers escaping your lips. You bucked your hips onto Loki’s face as your head reared back onto his shadow’s shoulders.

“Come for me, Fox. Let me hear you,” he commanded as he continued his consumption of you. “Let me taste you again. Give me what I’ve been missing. What I’ve been craving.” He said the last words to your tormented clit. You shuddered violently as moans and whimpers of his name fell from your lips. “That’s it. There you go, Vixen,” he cooed as he drank your arousal and lapped around your thighs.

His shadow laid you down gently and you felt the plush pillows and cold blankets from the greenhouse corner underneath you. A warring sensation against the heat of Loki’s body pressed on top of you. A bit of reality mixed in with the illusion Loki was scarcely hanging on to.

His hands fondled your every curve and every soft line. You cupped his face and led him to your kiss. His soft lips quivered when you reached in between your bodies and stroked his clothed erection. So hard and so tight. He breathed a sigh of relief when you unzipped his pants and stroked him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. Your name followed next as he bucked his hips into your hand. “Vixen…tell me you’re mine,” he panted. He kissed you hard, not letting you reply, afraid of your answer. You lined him up next to your expecting cunt and pulled him inside you.

You bit your lip and moaned as the look of pure pleasure radiated through your face. “Tell me…” he tried again as he pushed his hips into you repeatedly.

“I love you, Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrows slanted skeptically, stilling his movements and letting your words sink into his thoughts. “I’ve always been yours.” You admitted.

His kiss was magic. It was passion and life. Remorse and reconciliation all at once. He began his movements again at a steady pace, savoring your tight walls around him. You could feel the ridges on his shaft with every euphoric pull and thrust. His head bowed at the sheer power of your declaration. “Say it again…” he whispered.

“I’m yours,” you moaned.

“…say it…” he bit his lips. “…ag-again…please…” His eyes were closed as he focused on the agonizingly drawn-out movements of his hips to yours.

“I love you, Loki,” you cried as he slammed against you. You squeezed around him finally pushing him off that edge. Loosening the tight hold he had on his pleasure and pouring it all into you. The wave of bliss hit you hard and you came onto his throbbing cock at the same time.  

Spent and panting next to you, Loki held you close. His kisses were endless. Your cheeks and jaw would be bruised tomorrow from the affection he was showering you with. His hands were always touching you. Your neck, your face. Your thigh that was wrapped around his legs. You lost all track of time being with the god of mischief and soon the bright sunlight that trickled down to the forest floor was replaced by the harsh glare of the greenhouse overhead lamp.

Loki had little strength left to keep the illusion up any longer. He seemed weary but content. You kissed him fleetingly as you sat up back to reality. “Stay,” he said softly. “The one thing I didn’t say last time…I’m saying it now. Don’t go. Stay.” His hands held yours tightly.

So many feelings were attached to that one word. The weight of it crushing your heart. “I’m not asking you to give up your life. I’m not asking you to stay just for the night either. I’m asking for you to just be,” he smiled at you. “Be who you want to be and I will support you like I should have.”

You crawled back to him, settling your head on your propped-up elbows, while your other hands played with the buttons on his shirt. “And if I decide to go?”

“Then I’ll do the one thing I should’ve done last time but didn’t.” he smiled as you looked at him expectantly. “I’ll follow you.”

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The soft blue of the canvas walls in your study. The light when your curtains catch rays from the sun as you're snuggled in bed next to Loki.

Loki. The thought of him made you squeeze your pussy tighter, earning you a spank on your upper thigh.

“I apologize, your highness,” you whispered meekly. Loki didn’t respond. The only sound answering you back were papers rustling and the rhythm of his signature with his pen. He continued with the chore Odin had set for him to do, overlooking writs and pardons. Signing off on ludicrous expeditions that Thor wanted to go on.

You inhaled deeply. You returned to thinking about mundane items in the room to distract you from the fact that Loki had his aching cock inside your swollen cunt.

The veins of gold on the marble pillars. You had followed them like a path leading up into the ceiling of Loki’s study.

Loki.

Another quick slap on your other thigh this time. “Ohw,” you submissively let out. “I apologize, your highness.”

“You naughty girl. You do know I can feel you every time you squeeze around me,” he warned without stopping to do his work. “You’re tight enough as it is, darling. Then, to have you grip me so firmly…” he sighed. “What are you thinking about?”

“You, husband. Always you,” you yearned. With your answer, you squeezed around him one more time, unable to help the feeling of his weight inside you. That earned you a pinch on your thigh.

“You wicked little thing. I’m trying to work! And here you are tempting me. Squeezing me. Trying to get me to move, aren’t you darling?”

“No, my love- your highness. I didn’t…”

“Hush now. No more excuses. Or I’ll never finish with this blasted paperwork, and then you’ll really be punished.”

You took a deep breath to calm your heart. It was not fair how he asked you to do the impossible. How could you lie here on his desk, with his cock buried deep inside you, and not want to feel anything? Not to move- Not to get him to thrust further into you-

His hips were searing into your skin. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock grow heavier and hotter.

This was not what you expected when you tempted him earlier. You were always successful in your wiles. Loki never hesitated to give you whatever you wanted, whether it be books, baubles, or even his body.

But this might be a lesson learned in being careful of what you wish for. He regretted that he was busy with work. He tried to reason with you and convince you that he would be with you as soon as he was finished.

But it wasn’t enough for you. A primal need had seized your mind, and you needed him right away. That’s when he sat you on his desk, slightly agitated. “A great ruler will find a way to compromise,” he smirked, releasing the fasteners of his trousers. “A greater husband would find a way to please his wife,” then he sank himself deep into your wet cunt.

Now, here you both are, hours later, impaled on his desk as he finishes his appointed duties from this morning.

<Pinch> “Ow,” you yelped. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“Princess. I’m done asking politely. I won’t be able to play with you the way you desire, the way you deserve, unless I finish this task,” he growled. “Behave!” He gave one final warning, and you went back to trying to distract yourself from this sweet edging.

The lovely shade of pink peonies in bloom. The smell of roses and morning dew as you strolled through the garden with Loki, hand in hand. Footsteps on the cobbled ground…footsteps?

Loud and prominent footsteps approached the doors of Loki’s study. And for the first time, you purposefully sat up to hide yourself from being caught.

Loki halted your shoulders and pushed you back down. “Stay. Put,” he growled.

“But-” as you were about to make your argument, Thor burst through the door, calling after his brother. His heavy march and the loud clanking of his armor cemented your humiliation with each step. The only thing you could do was to turn your head the other way and hide your face from the shame you’re about to be put in.

“Loki, father wishes to speak to you about…oh.” Thor's brief pause was enough to turn your skin flushed. The heat prickled around you, heightening your senses and shortening your breath. “So, this is where the princess has been?”

You could hear Thor’s smile widen with each word. You closed your eyes and held perfectly still, hoping that Thor would just walk away. How mortifying to be found so wanton and lascivious on your husband's desk. With his cock twitching inside you. “Mother has been asking where she had run off to. Or rather, what has been keeping her occupied.”

“The princess has been nothing but devoted and accommodating in helping me with my work, I assure you. So, if you wouldn’t mind just letting us be, I can finally finish this damned task father had charged me.”

“Brother, you know better than to be playing with your toys while working. You so easily get distracted.” You could hear the crinkle in Thor’s smile as his callused finger grazed your cheek. You inhaled a quick breath, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Your skin tingled, not having been touched by Loki in so long. Thor’s curious fingers trailed down your neck and onto your heaving chest, where Loki had ripped your bodice earlier.

A sharp slap to your breast sent Thor’s hand away. “Find your own wife to play with and leave mine alone!” Loki threatened.

Thor’s hands went up in defeat. “You were never one to share. Even when we were children,” he laughed.

Loki hovered over you, caging you in between his strong arms. “Leave,” he snarled.

Thor’s laughter could be heard with his retreating footsteps. “I’ll be sure to tell father that you are diligent in your task. And I shall tell mother…that I have not seen you, princess.” Thor’s promise was a small gift. He would be discreet, which left you at ease.

You turned your head at the sound of the door closing- catching the last visage of Thor’s cape before the double doors closed once again. You exhaled a sigh of relief. A deep breath you didn’t know you held inside.

“Do you miss him already?” Loki’s words brought your stare abruptly to his. You didn’t realize how close he had been, blocking your body from Thor.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, confused and insulted.

“I asked if you miss him already. You looked so longingly when he walked away.”

“It’s not him I miss! It’s not him I think about!”

“You let him touch you.” He growled.

“You left me on your desk!” you argued back.

“So desperate to be touched. I could feel you squeezing when he laid his hand on you.” You could see the anger in his eyes.  You could hear the jealousy in his voice.

“I wanted your touch!” You yelled out to him. Banging your fist to his chest. “Your kiss! Your fingers. Your-"

Loki plunged himself deeper into you, pausing your tirade. You gasped out in pleasure. You didn’t think there was any more of him to fill you. But here he stands, connected securely to you.

“I can't take any more, Loki. Please. Please, dear husband.” Loki pulled out slowly. You could feel every inch and drag torturing you. You felt defeated. He surely wouldn’t give in to you now. Not after his envy consumes him.

“This?!” He thrusted himself back into you. “Is this what you want?”  You moaned so loudly, arching your back against his desk. He pulled your hips over the edge, holding onto your thighs. With a deep grunt, he drove deeper. Again.

And again.

And again.

Papers crumbled in your hands, grasping to hold on. The air in the room got heavy from his breathing. He pushed your thighs further open, sinking deeper and grinding against your sensitive lips. Loki lifted his face to the heavens, his lips saying a silent prayer for the feel of your tight cunt around his girth. “You are mine, princess!” he growled with his clenched teeth. He grabbed the edge of the desk above you and used it as leverage to thrust deeper and harder. “Say it!” he commanded.

“Y-yours,” you stammered through your foggy mind. The sensation he was giving you left you thoughtless and meek. It wasn’t long before your orgasm spread throughout your body. Your legs shook, and you were breathless and dizzy from the screams and moans you let out.  

His hips bucked hard against yours. With shallow breaths, you moaned out his name, not caring who might’ve heard you. You squeezed tightly around him, and Loki’s face contorted to the sweetest pain. A few more thrusts and he stilled, letting his spent drip on the inside of your thighs as you came around him a second time.

Loki looked at you victoriously. He wiped the hair off your face as he leaned over your spent body. “I’ll make sure you remember who you belong to,” he threatened so sweetly before he seized your mouth in a hard kiss. “Now, give me another one, princess.”

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The soft blue of the canvas walls in your study. The light when your curtains catch rays from the sun as you're snuggled in bed next to Loki.

Loki. The thought of him made you squeeze your pussy tighter, earning you a spank on your upper thigh.

“I apologize, your highness,” you whispered meekly. Loki didn’t respond. The only sound answering you back were papers rustling and the rhythm of his signature with his pen. He continued with the chore Odin had set for him to do, overlooking writs and pardons. Signing off on ludicrous expeditions that Thor wanted to go on.

You inhaled deeply. You returned to thinking about mundane items in the room to distract you from the fact that Loki had his aching cock inside your swollen cunt.

The veins of gold on the marble pillars. You had followed them like a path leading up into the ceiling of Loki’s study.

Loki.

Another quick slap on your other thigh this time. “Ohw,” you submissively let out. “I apologize, your highness.”

“You naughty girl. You do know I can feel you every time you squeeze around me,” he warned without stopping to do his work. “You’re tight enough as it is, darling. Then, to have you grip me so firmly…” he sighed. “What are you thinking about?”

“You, husband. Always you,” you yearned. With your answer, you squeezed around him one more time, unable to help the feeling of his weight inside you. That earned you a pinch on your thigh.

“You wicked little thing. I’m trying to work! And here you are tempting me. Squeezing me. Trying to get me to move, aren’t you darling?”

“No, my love- your highness. I didn’t…”

“Hush now. No more excuses. Or I’ll never finish with this blasted paperwork, and then you’ll really be punished.”

You took a deep breath to calm your heart. It was not fair how he asked you to do the impossible. How could you lie here on his desk, with his cock buried deep inside you, and not want to feel anything? Not to move- Not to get him to thrust further into you-

His hips were searing into your skin. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock grow heavier and hotter.

This was not what you expected when you tempted him earlier. You were always successful in your wiles. Loki never hesitated to give you whatever you wanted, whether it be books, baubles, or even his body.

But this might be a lesson learned in being careful of what you wish for. He regretted that he was busy with work. He tried to reason with you and convince you that he would be with you as soon as he was finished.

But it wasn’t enough for you. A primal need had seized your mind, and you needed him right away. That’s when he sat you on his desk, slightly agitated. “A great ruler will find a way to compromise,” he smirked, releasing the fasteners of his trousers. “A greater husband would find a way to please his wife,” then he sank himself deep into your wet cunt.

Now, here you both are, hours later, impaled on his desk as he finishes his appointed duties from this morning.

<Pinch> “Ow,” you yelped. “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“Princess. I’m done asking politely. I won’t be able to play with you the way you desire, the way you deserve, unless I finish this task,” he growled. “Behave!” He gave one final warning, and you went back to trying to distract yourself from this sweet edging.

The lovely shade of pink peonies in bloom. The smell of roses and morning dew as you strolled through the garden with Loki, hand in hand. Footsteps on the cobbled ground…footsteps?

Loud and prominent footsteps approached the doors of Loki’s study. And for the first time, you purposefully sat up to hide yourself from being caught.

Loki halted your shoulders and pushed you back down. “Stay. Put,” he growled.

“But-” as you were about to make your argument, Thor burst through the door, calling after his brother. His heavy march and the loud clanking of his armor cemented your humiliation with each step. The only thing you could do was to turn your head the other way and hide your face from the shame you’re about to be put in.

“Loki, father wishes to speak to you about…oh.” Thor's brief pause was enough to turn your skin flushed. The heat prickled around you, heightening your senses and shortening your breath. “So, this is where the princess has been?”

You could hear Thor’s smile widen with each word. You closed your eyes and held perfectly still, hoping that Thor would just walk away. How mortifying to be found so wanton and lascivious on your husband's desk. With his cock twitching inside you. “Mother has been asking where she had run off to. Or rather, what has been keeping her occupied.”

“The princess has been nothing but devoted and accommodating in helping me with my work, I assure you. So, if you wouldn’t mind just letting us be, I can finally finish this damned task father had charged me.”

“Brother, you know better than to be playing with your toys while working. You so easily get distracted.” You could hear the crinkle in Thor’s smile as his callused finger grazed your cheek. You inhaled a quick breath, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Your skin tingled, not having been touched by Loki in so long. Thor’s curious fingers trailed down your neck and onto your heaving chest, where Loki had ripped your bodice earlier.

A sharp slap to your breast sent Thor’s hand away. “Find your own wife to play with and leave mine alone!” Loki threatened.

Thor’s hands went up in defeat. “You were never one to share. Even when we were children,” he laughed.

Loki hovered over you, caging you in between his strong arms. “Leave,” he snarled.

Thor’s laughter could be heard with his retreating footsteps. “I’ll be sure to tell father that you are diligent in your task. And I shall tell mother…that I have not seen you, princess.” Thor’s promise was a small gift. He would be discreet, which left you at ease.

You turned your head at the sound of the door closing- catching the last visage of Thor’s cape before the double doors closed once again. You exhaled a sigh of relief. A deep breath you didn’t know you held inside.

“Do you miss him already?” Loki’s words brought your stare abruptly to his. You didn’t realize how close he had been, blocking your body from Thor.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, confused and insulted.

“I asked if you miss him already. You looked so longingly when he walked away.”

“It’s not him I miss! It’s not him I think about!”

“You let him touch you.” He growled.

“You left me on your desk!” you argued back.

“So desperate to be touched. I could feel you squeezing when he laid his hand on you.” You could see the anger in his eyes.  You could hear the jealousy in his voice.

“I wanted your touch!” You yelled out to him. Banging your fist to his chest. “Your kiss! Your fingers. Your-"

Loki plunged himself deeper into you, pausing your tirade. You gasped out in pleasure. You didn’t think there was any more of him to fill you. But here he stands, connected securely to you.

“I can't take any more, Loki. Please. Please, dear husband.” Loki pulled out slowly. You could feel every inch and drag torturing you. You felt defeated. He surely wouldn’t give in to you now. Not after his envy consumes him.

“This?!” He thrusted himself back into you. “Is this what you want?”  You moaned so loudly, arching your back against his desk. He pulled your hips over the edge, holding onto your thighs. With a deep grunt, he drove deeper. Again.

And again.

And again.

Papers crumbled in your hands, grasping to hold on. The air in the room got heavy from his breathing. He pushed your thighs further open, sinking deeper and grinding against your sensitive lips. Loki lifted his face to the heavens, his lips saying a silent prayer for the feel of your tight cunt around his girth. “You are mine, princess!” he growled with his clenched teeth. He grabbed the edge of the desk above you and used it as leverage to thrust deeper and harder. “Say it!” he commanded.

“Y-yours,” you stammered through your foggy mind. The sensation he was giving you left you thoughtless and meek. It wasn’t long before your orgasm spread throughout your body. Your legs shook, and you were breathless and dizzy from the screams and moans you let out.  

His hips bucked hard against yours. With shallow breaths, you moaned out his name, not caring who might’ve heard you. You squeezed tightly around him, and Loki’s face contorted to the sweetest pain. A few more thrusts and he stilled, letting his spent drip on the inside of your thighs as you came around him a second time.

Loki looked at you victoriously. He wiped the hair off your face as he leaned over your spent body. “I’ll make sure you remember who you belong to,” he threatened so sweetly before he seized your mouth in a hard kiss. “Now, give me another one, princess.”

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Daylight’s barely breaking, your bodies bathe in the warm shimmer of candlelight, intertwined, Loki’s cock buried in you.

“I heard whispers; Loki with others.” 

Not accusation from rumors… from gut, intuition.

“Do you love them?” You stare at him down the line of your nose. His eyes flicker with recognition.

“And if I do? Would you love me less? Claw at the walls of my heart for me to be rid of them?” Loki rocks into you with new vigor, grip tightening, pulling you closer. “How possessive is your love? Would it kill? For me? For us?” 

Legs stiffening instinctively, constrain around him, your heel digging into his ass, skin on fire. 

“Loki,” the desperate plea begs for something you can't word, caressing his face.

“Or because of us…?” His thrusts sink cruelly deep now. “Don't flinch, baby, take it.” 

Soft in his love, sharp with his tongue, stern with the truth. 

Ruinous, how he fucks you like nobody else ever has.

“For or because of…” Loki repeats, reaping the pleasure of the squeeze of your tight cunt around his cock. “See there's a difference–you have to… figure it out,” he pants, eyes devastatingly locked on yours. 

“One's protective… the other is destructive,” you decide, claiming his lap, his cock, like it's the only place you belong, unraveling in his clutch. “You're…” The words die on your tongue. 

“You knew what I was from the beginning.” He reminds, not cold, yet sobering.

“Do you love me?” You dare ask.

Loki's lips curl from bridled knowing. His tongue swipes admittance along your bottom lip, you lick into his mouth, a silent promise you'll always choose him, sealed with a kiss, laced with smiles.

“As if you need ask, to know,” Loki whispers, gentle gaze casting aside doubt.

Seven words to truth fails it. Three doesn't. 

“I love you.”

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You didn’t know how much time had passed since you all started the ambush. Tall sequoias canopied above blocking the setting sun. The air was thick with smoke and heavy from the fighting. You heard multiple teammates calling for healing, but none was louder than Thor. His troubled voice blasted through the comms, “Medic! We need a healer quickly!” His deep command tore you away from the battle you were in and you fought your way over to him. “Priestess, please! Come quick!”

Through fire and volley, you found Thor kneeling on the ground with Loki in his arms. Lifeless. Steve was circling them, trying to shield the brothers from a barrage of attacks.

You knelt on the ground. Your knees hit soft mud as your eyes scanned Loki’s body. His sharp face was paler than usual. Blue-ish tint had started to stain his lips. And your naïve-self hoped it was just because of the cold seeping from the wet ground. “Thor, I’ll take it from here. Go help Steve. I can’t worry about my life when I have to worry about his!”

Thor nodded to you. But before he laid Loki down, he whispered in his ear, “I know you are stronger than this, brother. But I swear on Yggdrasil if you are pretending, I will not hesitate to cleave Stormbreaker into you.” Thor sniffed and placed him down to the ground.

You nodded your head and patted Thor’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine,” you feigned, as you tried to get a better look at what had happened. You didn’t have the heart to tell Thor that you could feel how thin and fragile Loki’s life string was. A hair, compared to the cord that we all have. Worse, the thick rope that the Asgardian’s life used to be. You didn’t even know if you were skilled enough to weave it stronger.

There was a large gaping hole that tore Loki’s chest plate. His skin had burned and was raw from the impact. You couldn’t see any entry wounds. Nor blood. But the bruising and dent on his chest was not a good sign. A stray missile, perhaps? Maybe jumping in the way to save his brother. They vex each other constantly. But deep down they care for each other like most siblings do.

You straddled his body, holding your two hands out, placing them over his wound. A soft resonance emitted from your palm down to his skin. You kept your hands on him as the pulse of your powers worked their way through his body. You can see tiny mends of his scrapes and scratches. The raw skin around the wound had returned to their usual pallor.  He’s reacting at least. There’s still some life in him- whatever little is left.

You persisted. With every pulse, you can see his wounds healing. Ribs cracking back into place. The blue on his lips retreated ever so slowly. But his lifeline was stubborn. If you could hold out just long enough, his own regenerative powers might kick in.

Grasping at straws, your mind quickly raced with ideas to help speed the process along. You remembered that sometimes, shock was a good way of knocking someone back into the land of the living. “Ugh, don’t get mad at me, okay? I’m only trying to save your life,” you vowed out loud in case he was able to hear you. You quickly pulled your palm back and slapped Loki hard across his cheek.

Small capillaries burst where your hand met his face. Aside from the new hue, Loki had remained the same. Still and quiet. His line fading from your grasp. You panicked at your failed attempt.

You didn’t know what to do anymore. You didn’t know how to tell Thor that you couldn’t save his only brother. Ideas and thoughts ran past your mind all muddled and incoherent. Ways and spells. Teachings and theories you’ve learned on healing and regeneration.

You cupped Loki’s cheek, healing the bruise you had left. Your brows knit together, puzzled as to what to do next. Hopeless in feeling and thought. You didn’t want to look up. You didn’t want to see Thor’s face and have to tell him an awful truth. They had just reunited this past year. It wasn’t fair. And it would be all your fault because you couldn’t save him. You couldn’t save Loki. Your heart turned solemn as angry tears threatened to drop from your eyes.

By now the fighting had stopped. You didn’t realize how quiet the world had gotten around you. How still the air was from flying projectiles or weapons. The team gathered loosely. Giving you space to try and save Loki’s life, but the look on their faces betrayed the faith they were trying to offer you.

Your thumb brushed Loki’s cheek, wiping away the mud that speckled his face. He would’ve been appalled if he knew where Thor had left him on the ground. You smirked at the thought as your thumb rested on his chin and traced his lips.

His cold lips opened slightly at your touch, and you were struck with an idea.  You grabbed both sides of his leather collars and brought him to sit up towards you. His slack weight was heavier than you anticipated, and it took your remaining strength to sit him upright. You closed your eyes as your lips crashed into his, honing your powers into that desperate kiss.

You had never done this before. You had never needed to do this before. But you were hoping that your breath of life could pass onto him and carry him through till his own powers could take over. You sucked hard on his upper lip, not wanting to break any contact. Your fingers entwined themselves in his hair, desperate to keep him close to you. “Please. Please. Please,” you whispered into his mouth. Tears fell from your eyes and landed on his cheek. Your arms wrapped around his neck, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to accept the truth.

Still, you continued.

You felt a low rumble from his chest. A hopeful sign that it’s working. You just needed to hold on a little bit longer! You opened your lips for a breath of your own. And when you closed your mouth around his, your power pulsated in between you.

You felt his temperature return first. The warmth in his lips, the heat in his breath. You could feel his lifeline winding itself tighter and stronger.

His mouth returned your kiss. Sluggish and tentative. But they held on to your lips, tightly. His hands embraced your hips so delicately you didn’t even know they were there. You naturally leaned into the kiss more. Your power still pulsing through you. One last intake of breath and you passed it along towards Loki.

His grip tightened around you and he pulled you closer onto his lap. His arms snaked around you, holding your head close to his, unwilling to let you go.  You could hear small groans and heavy panting. But you honestly didn’t know whether it came from you or from Loki.

His tongue touched your lips, asking for entry. Catching your breath you opened your mouth once again and Loki gainfully ran his tongue inside against the roof of your mouth.

You didn’t realize that your powers had finished. With nothing left to heal, your powers subsided. But you were so lost in the kiss that you had forgotten where you were and what you were doing. Slowly, you pulled away. But Loki’s kiss followed you unwilling to release you. You bit his bottom lip as a warning, holding his face in between your hands.

“Darling, what an indecent way to ask me out,” Loki grinned from ear to ear. His voice was rough and garbled. He kept his face close to yours, running his nose against your cheek. “I accept!”

The world came crashing back around you. The time. The place. The situation. The shock froze you in place just staring into Loki’s blue-green eyes. “I always thought you harbored affections for me. But now I am certain,” he taunted.

You slapped him.

You couldn’t think of anything else to do. You felt betrayed somehow. Tricked. Even though you knew that he was genuinely in peril. The fact that he was joking about it even now, irked you.

Loki’s eyes narrowed. His brow furrowed as he slowly turned his head to face you again. His chin jutted out, trying to contain the smirk that was coming forth. “Is that how you like it?”

You tried to push yourself off of him. You’ve had enough of his antics. You were utterly embarrassed at being caught in this situation. Especially with the team around, surely watching.

He caught your wrists as you pushed on his chest, stopping you. “Do it again,” he commanded. His grin was out in full force now. Dazzling you to the last inch of your nerve.

“Ugh, the thanks I get for saving your life!” pushing him down as you stood yourself up. “Next time I’ll just leave you limp in the mud.” You sneered, walking away with your head held high and your face heated and red. From humiliation or from desire, you didn’t know.

“Well, that’s very hard to do when you’re kissing me like that, my angel,” Loki yelled after you. He couldn’t stop smiling as he watched you angry and flustered. All because of him. Oh, I’m in trouble.

“What do I gotta do to get a kiss like that?” Bucky asked teasingly as you stomped passed him.

“Die!” you growled back at him. The words felt mean as they left your mouth. And you regretted saying them instantly. He was only trying to lighten the situation. But you couldn’t help the shame you had inside you.

“Oh, c’mon doll. I was only teasing.” Bucky raised his arms in defeat and followed you back to the quinjet, laughing.

“Loki!” Thor scolded as he held his hand to his brother, helping him up. “I hope that you were not deceiving us just to try and gain favor with the priestess. I know you’ve been seeking her affections.”

“Brother! I am genuinely hurt! Did you not see me lying there at the last inch of my life?” Loki contended, pointing to the ground where he once laid.

Thor rolled his eyes but smirked, clapping Loki on the shoulder. He was glad to have his brother back once again. “She’s very talented that one. And I do not want to see her get hurt, Lo-. Loki are you listening to me.”

Loki was at a loss for words, watching you. “She gave me my life back, brother. I have felt her lips against mine and I’ll be damned if I don’t feel them again soon.” Loki smiled as he swatted away Thor’s hand on him. His eyes solely on you, plotting how to get you to kiss him again.

➡️ When The Ball Drops (Sequel)

A/N: I know it's been awhile. I do plan on finishing my series' soon. Thanks for staying with me. Life has been hard and you guys get me through it.

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

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

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

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

“Loki- what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

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

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

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

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Loki…”

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

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

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

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

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

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

“S’cold,” you gritted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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