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You pulled up to the red light, giving a quick wave to Scott driving the car resting next to yours.

A glimpse of Loki was visible in the back of his Ford Focus, squeezed awkwardly between Thor and Banner with a token frown fixed on his beautiful features. Rogers fiddled with the radio up front, concentration etched across his face

Bowling night was off to an auspicious start. When you arrived in the car park, Wanda wrung some more tawdry details from you before it really was time to go. The men were already sitting at the bowling lane, decked out in blue and red striped shoes. Loki was lacing his slowly in disgust. “This really is the peak of Midgardian absurdity…” he muttered, as Thor inspected the bowling balls with precision. He lifted the heaviest he could find, jostling it between his palms like an apple. “Come brother, get into the spirit of it. We are here at my suggestion, after all. My very favourite bowling alley.” he slapped Loki hard on the shoulder. “You may even enjoy yourself!” Thor boomed, as Loki’s eyes rose to see you and Wanda coming into view. “I’m sure I will.” he murmured, as Thor followed the line of his gaze with growing anxiety.

“Brother, no…” he hissed, sliding beside Loki on the bench. “No carnal shenanigans this night, I beg of you. Rogers is on high alert after your insubordination in the motorised carriage.” Loki snorted, uncrossing his legs and regarding his shoes with disdain.

“I simply informed him that no one enjoys listening to his ridiculous guided meditations, especially when there is no escape.” Loki said plainly, enjoying the grimace on his brother’s face. “You must admit brother, they are appalling. His voice is certainly not conducive to the art. Nor is his chosen content. Patriotic mindfulness, indeed…” Loki shook his head. “Clandestinerinos...” Wanda murmured covertly in greeting, pointing her hands in a ninja pose and winking at Loki as he rolled his eyes. “Subtle, Maximoff” he muttered, standing and pushing up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You watched his forearms come into view, the thick ropes of muscle bulging under his taunt skin. Automatically, your thighs squeezed together. Loki smiled. Nothing got past him.

Rogers appeared to your side, brandishing a tray of drinks atop his palm. “Are we doing teams? Or man on man? Woman. Man on woman...sorry” he nodded to you and Wanda. “Can’t beat a bit of man on woman” Wanda quipped, wriggling her fingers over the bowling balls as she made her selection. Steve rolled his eyes. “Gee willikers, can we have one wholesome outing that doesn’t end up in the gutter?” he rued, handing out plastic cups of beer. Loki declined, summoning a steaming mug of Asgardian tea. “I vote for an individual approach” he purred, smirking at Steve before sipping his beverage. “Teamwork is all fine and good for daylight hours, but when it comes to evening pursuits...a little healthy competition is to be encouraged. Don’t you agree, Rogers?” Steve looked suspiciously at Loki, wondering if he was trying to lure him into one of his complex innuendos that Rogers never quite understood. “Sure...” he muttered, waving towards the screen. “Can someone put in the names?” Thirty minutes later, the chaotic roars of the off-duty Avengers had drawn crowds as Loki’s ‘healthy competition’ made a scene. A light draft came from the perfectly shaped hole in the roof thanks to an overenthusiastic throw from the god of thunder. Banner's neck had turned an alarming shade of green when he had missed his third attempt to hit the skittles in a row. Scott was winning. An untenable situation which had to be rectified as Steve approached the balls, selecting one to take down the final skittle for a half strike. The alley manager stood with his arms folded at the edge of the crowd, observing through slatted eyes. “Rogers you shall NEVER hit that valiant warrior skittle...as Borr as my witness” Thor yelled, sloshing beer on the floor as he slapped his thigh. Rogers approached the centre of the lane with all the determination of facing a foe, raising the ball in front of his set jaw. He cast an arm backwards, a rip tearing in the lining of his tight t-shirt. The crowd gasped, a gaggle of teen girls squealing as he let the ball roll free. It sped lightning fast down the lane, veering to the side and into the gutter with a loud clatter. Oooooooo, some of the crowd hummed in disappointment, while jeers rolled from those supporting their selected champion. “I had it!” Steve huffed, his cheeks pink with frustration. “My finger got stuck in the goshdarned hole.” “Uh-oh” Wanda smirked, patting his shoulder, “that’s never fun for anyone. You might need to work her up a bit more next time.” Steve frowned. “That’s rich, coming from you-” he spat, pouting in his seat. “Everyone can see you cheating with your powers...” Loki was enjoying all this immensely, letting himself slip down the leaderboard as he reduced the interest of his part within the madness. He had noticed you doing the same, your eyes flickering towards him with increasing intensity, making his cock twitch.

“I’m going to the bar, brother…” he murmured to Thor, who dismissed him with a wave; leaning forward as he focused on catching out the accused.

The dark god stood gracefully, slipping subtlety to the side past the crowd with polite apologies. You circled around in the opposite direction, casting a look around the strangely empty arcade. Every customer was crowded around lane six, it seemed, as you heard another roar shake the air. “Cheater.” you heard Rogers thunder, as the crowd booed their disapproval of his observation.

Loki was leaning against an archway across the arcade, the emergency exit light illuminating his flawless bone structure in the atmospheric gloom. His hair was tucked behind his ears, allowing no mercy from the tantalising curve of his jaw as you drew closer.

The stirring between your thighs just wouldn't cease. You could feel the sodden fabric of your panties clinging to your pussy with every step. It had been relentless all afternoon, ever since the stirrings of jealous had been reignited.

Megan's relentless harassment of your lover needed to be dealt with. But for now, you had bigger concerns. Like the godly cock nestling inside those snug black jeans.

Loki regarded your approach with smouldering interest, his lips parting to speak as you drew towards him at speed. You only saw the surprise in his eyes for a moment, the grip of your fist on his t-shirt pressing him back within the darkness of the hallway beyond.

The kiss was desperate as you pulled him against you, your tongue winding against his in a devouring passion too breathless for pleasantries. The skin of his exposed forearms pressed snug against your collarbone as he cupped your face, attempting to regain some element of control. Hands wound through Loki’s hair, unravelling the neat curls across his crown as you moaned into his mouth. “Are you unable to stay away from me for even one evening, darling?” Loki sucked the angle of your jaw, enjoying the whimper it pulled from your parted lips. “Always seeking out dark corners to have your way with me. And with Captain Rogers so close. Such a naughty lover, aren’t you? Insatiable...” His wet sucks travelled messily down to your shoulder as your hips thrust upwards, looking for friction against his thigh. He tsk’d, chiding you for your desperation.

“I think not, love. We can’t have you returning to the rabble looking all fucked out…” You whined sulkily, forcing his lips back to your skin with a push to the back of his head. His chuckle vibrated against your cleavage, the straps of your casual dress slung down your arms. Loki kissed his way delicately over your clavicle, ghosting your lips with his own. “Only a little longer, then we can reconvene later tonight, my love.” he whispered, the gravel of his deep voice making the situation in your panties untenable. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being able to have me in any way you choose, able to release your screams of my name with full abandon as you sate yourself upon my cock…” He moaned against your skin, the temptations of his own words making him hot. “And remember what we said to the others...we must be more careful.” Your head fell back against the wall. You knew that he was right, and yet… As you raised your head to meet his smouldering stare, you knew the need simmering in your hot pussy wouldn’t be satisfied with promises of later. You were supposed to sit through dinner after this. “Just a little bit…” you keened, “something to keep me going Loki, please…”

His lips pursed to the side as he tried not to laugh at your ridiculous desperation, eyes crinkling with mirth as you released a frustrated pant. He cast a quick look towards the open archway a few meters away, looking back to you with an eyebrow raised. “Turn around” he ordered. You obeyed unquestioningly and without complaint, palms braced against the wall. You felt his hands trace the curve of your waist as he sank to his knees. “Loki, your magic…” you murmured, forehead pressing against the hard wall as he chuckled. “I cannot. Rogers has a measurement device for close range activity. It would alert him something was amiss… too risky, even for me.” he muttered, pulling your panties down to your ankles. He nudged your legs wider, pulling the fabric of the dress covering your ass between his teeth with a low growl. A thunderingly low moan thrummed against the fabric, warming your skin as he sank a teasing bite into the soft flesh he found. “Loki, please” you stammered, legs quivering.

It had been a while since there had been a genuine chance of getting caught in public, the danger pouring like gasoline between your thighs. Loki drew a forefinger through your folds, striking the match. He groaned in time with you, relishing the hot wetness he found. “You’re soaking, my love. Are you sure you wish me to make you wetter still?” he goaded, cupping your sex with his flattened fingers as he began to massage your clit from behind. Your forehead pressed against the wall as you began to pant, the force of your feet bracing against the floor grounding every shuddering wave. Tortured whimpers crawled in your throat as he teased you, your face turning to press flush against the wall. With his free hand, you felt him gather your dress in a fist, pushing one ass cheek gently to the side and exposing you completely as he knelt at your back. His fingers slipped inside your keening pussy, those endless and perfectly formed digits making your knees buckle. Like a piano player, you thought, as you tried to contain a cry of his name, playing me like Chopin. You slid several inches down the wall despite your best efforts, the exquisite feeling of his warm tongue meeting your delicate asshole flooding your senses.

You had longed to feel this for months, the act never taking centre stage as other activities took precedence. But somehow tonight, it felt right. It felt primal.

You felt yourself clench against the waves of unfamiliar pleasure, searing every inch of your skin in divine freedom. The talented swirls of his tongue folded and caressed against your delicate entrance, every spasm of bliss cresting in your loins. “Yess...Lo-Loki...ohmygodohh” you slurred softly, folding your arm beneath your forehead. He shifted his palm upward, sending new jolts of pleasure through your centre, paralysing every nerve with bliss. “Uhhhhh Loki..” you panted quietly, hearing him groan in muffled approval behind you. He knew you were close. His gentle tongue drew circles around your back entrance, dipping the tip inside as your thrusts became erratic against his work. You needed to cum, but you never wanted it to end. “G-God...Loki...I…urgh...uhhh..”

Unattractive grunts muffled against your bicep, biting down on your skin as you felt ripples of orgasm beating against every curve of his fingers. Shamelessly you braced further back onto his face as his tongue caressed your forbidden skin, his low moans vibrating against the hole heightening every sensation. He began to pulse those long digits against your channel walls, the signature move which never failed to make you spurt hitting home as you spun into bliss. A choked gasp breezed against your arm as your whole body shook with climax, a thunderous moan clawing at the back of your throat.

You felt his tongue make a final long lap against your back passage; ensuring every ounce of stolen pleasure lasted. Your toes curled in the tight bowling shoes, the sexual overload rolling as his arm snaked against your hip, holding you upright. The god’s fingers left your pussy with a wet slurp before you felt the thin fabric of your panties slide up your quivering thighs. He placed a bruising kiss on your ass, rising and placing another on the nape of your neck. “Is my darling satisfied?” he murmured against your shoulder. “That was...amazing” you panted, feeling embarrassed now that the heat of your passion had ebbed. He chuckled gently, pulling the strap of your dress back to its rightful place.

“I’ve wanted to pleasure you in that way for the longest time darling, you know that” he winked, “if nothing else has come from this farcical bowling experience…” Loki frowned, trailing off. A shadow danced beyond the archway, betraying a figure just out of sight. “Stay here.” Loki muttered warily, pulling you behind him before stalking towards the entrance. Your brow creased as you heard low murmurs, before your lover came back into view. His long arms spread in an exasperated shrug before waving you over. You turned the corner to see Thor standing conspicuously beside a prize-claw machine, trying his best to look casual.

His hoodie was up, sunglasses on as he leant against the glass. He removed the shades with a dramatic swipe, eyes narrowed towards you both. “I thought you said you would be more careful.” he spat, checking the perimeter several times. Loki rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh as your stomach dropped. “Thor how long were you...were you watching us?” Thor wrinkled his nose, frowning theatrically at the accusation. “Of course not, Lady Y/N. I was guarding this hole of depravity in case a wandering mortal happened by. Or worse, Rogers.” He paced in a circle as you squirmed, embarrassment crawling over your skin like sticky old sunscreen. “I cannot believe my brother would put you in such a compromising position. His lustful appetites are a disgrace. I apologise on the behalf of Asgard for his public debauchery. How could you, brother? Within the sanctum of my favourite bowling establishment, no less...” he huffed, shaking his head disapprovingly. Loki looked at you with mirth dancing in his eyes, his chin lowered, eyebrows raised in expectation. “Um, it was me...I...it was my idea, actually.” you mumbled, as Thor’s eyes widened. Loki smirked. “Lady...Y/N” he said, aghast. You grimaced as Loki stepped forward, roughly tugging down the hood covering his brother’s head.

“See, brother? She finds me irresistible. Tis' a curse, really.” he purred, leaving his words hanging in the air as he wandered leisurely back towards the crowd which seemed to have grown even bigger in your absence. Thor was looking at you like you’d eaten his last pop-tart, disappointment etched across his face. “You truly find my brother that irresistible?” he said disbelievingly, resting his jaw on his thumb and forefinger. You shrugged with an awkward smile. Thor sighed. You couldn’t help yourself. You had to know. “You saw us, didn’t you?” Thor nodded, regretfully. “Only for a moment. Although the tinted eyeglasses did shade your modesty somewhat, my Lady.” He lowered his gaze, shuffling his feet. “Somewhat.” You patted his arm gently in silent apology. You would be mortified later. For now, you were just glad it was him and not someone more...Rogers. Thor slapped his thick arm over your shoulders, guiding you back towards the bowling extravaganza drawing to raucous close. “Never mind, sweet Y/N.” he said jovially, a little too loudly for comfort.

“We are family now, you and me. And what’s a little anilingus between family?”

You held your tongue. It was going to be a long five months.

Loki’s hand gently pushed my hair out of my face as we waited for the door to the throne room to open. I took several slow, deep breaths to calm my nerves as Loki did his best to soothe the worries clouding my mind.

“They’ll love you, darling. Just as I do.”

I smiled, pressing my face into his hand as the guard informed us the king and queen were ready for us. I nodded and Loki removed his hand from my face, dropping it to my lower back as the doors opened.

“Welcome back,” an older man greeted as the woman beside him smiled kindly.

“Mother, father, this is Y/n, the woman I told you about,” Loki introduced before turning to me. “Y/n, this is my father, Odin, and my mother, Frigga. King and Queen of Asgard.”

The man nodded in greeting, though his face remained mostly expressionless apart from the strange twisting of his mouth as he pursed his lips. The woman smiled warmly, descending from the throne and engulfing me in a warm embrace. I breathed a sigh of relief before returning the hug. She pulled away and Loki squeezed my hand before turning to his father, who still hadn’t said a word. He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“This is who you’ve chosen? This?” He looked back and forth between Loki and I, his expression holding nothing but disdain.

“Father,-” Loki began but I stopped him, my voice shaking as I spoke, trying to steady myself.

“I-I know I’m not what you expected, your majesty… but-.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, child,” Odin interrupted. “Honestly, of the two of my sons you’ve chosen Loki?”

My eyes widened as he spoke, realizing what he meant.

“Excuse me?” I hissed. The queen looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. I imagined this must’ve been a difficult position for her to be in, stuck between her son and her husband, but I refused to let Loki be spoken about this way.

“How dare you!” the king exclaimed.

“No, how dare you!” I spat as he stood up, trying to intimidate me but I held my ground. “He’s your son!”

He scoffed, his gaze falling on Loki. “You really haven’t told her?”

Loki glared at his father, who returned the gaze with a sickening smile.

“He’s a monster, my dear. You’re far better suited for my other son, Thor.”

I scoffed, laughing at his stupidity, before regaining my composure. “Go to hell,” I spat.

“Tell her, Loki. Tell her what you are.”

“I know what he is!” I hissed. “But more importantly know who he is! It’s clear to me he got his kindness from his mother and not from you! Have you ever even seen his Jotun form?”

Silence.

“Well, I have,” I continued. “And he’s beautiful. I feel sorry for you that you’ve lived with him his whole life and have never cared to see him as he is.”

“I found him as a Jotun child!” he spat. “I saved him from the frozen rock!”

“And you’ve hidden his true form since then! You’ve never bothered to ask him how he feels about any of it!” I yelled.

“I truly had such high hopes for you,” Odin said, changing the subject. “You could’ve ruled this realm.”

“She will rule it,” Loki hissed. “Side by side with me.”

Odin scoffed. “Don’t tell me you’ve brought her here under the impression she will be your queen.” He turned to me. “Oh, my dear. It appears he’s lied to you. He’s not in line for the throne, nor has he ever been. If your interest is in being queen, you’re far better suited for Thor.”

“Fuck you!” I hissed before turning to Loki.

“Y/n, I-,” Loki began but I stopped him.

“We’re going to talk about the lying, but you…” I turned back to Odin. “You have no right to speak about him that way. No wonder he feels he has to lie! All you’ve ever done is make him feel like he would never be worthy of anything! I feel sorry for you! It must be a very lonely life when your only purpose is making your son feel like shit!”

“My purpose is making sure my kingdom is safe and provided for! My eldest son, Thor, has proven he can handle these matters where Loki cannot. I’m sure he could provide for you as well.”

“Are you serious?” I scoffed.

“All I’m saying, child, is you could rule Asgard… be queen at his side.”

“Go to hell,” I spat.”

Odin sat back, a small smile playing over his lips as he said the last thing I ever expected him to say: “Right answer.”

“What?”

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” Loki whispered, taking my hands in his. “This was necessary and I had no choice.”

“Loki, what the hell is going on?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, my love… when I told my father I was bringing home a woman who wasn’t royalty, he…”

“He thought I was a gold digger,” I finished.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” Loki rushed to explain. “He just… needed to make sure you were in it for the right reasons… and I suppose I did too.”

“So you lied to me,” I said.

“No… Thor doesn’t want the throne and the responsibility has fallen to me but-.”

“I don’t care about the throne, Loki! I never cared about the throne! All I wanted was you and if being queen was the price I had to pay then so be it! But I never wanted it!” I looked to Frigga. “I mean no disrespect, your majesty, but I’m not cut out to be queen.” I turned back to Loki. “All I wanted was you.”

“Was?” he murmured, his eyes searching mine.

“You know how I feel about lying… you knew what happened before and… I told you I couldn’t do the lying. I won’t do that again, Loki.”

“It was just a little white lie, darling.”

“That’s how it starts, Loki! A white lie here, a mistake there, a promise it’ll never happen again, until next thing you know you’re in the hospital telling the doctor’s you just fell and everything’s fine!” I spat.

His eyes widened in realization as he pulled me closer. “Darling, I’m so sorry… I had no choice. It was the only way.”

“I won’t go through that again,” I murmured into his chest.

“You never have to go through that again, my love. I’m so sorry… I had no choice. I promise you I will never hurt you like that.”

“My dear,” Frigga interrupted. “If I may… Loki hasn’t stopped talking about you since the two of you met. I’ve never seen such passion in the way he talks about anyone or anything than when he talks about you. He tried to convince my husband not to go through with this but he insisted.” She glared at Odin as she spoke and he rolled his eyes. “I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through, dear, but you are safe here… and we would be honored to have you as our queen.”

Loki pulled back slightly, holding my face in his hands as he wiped my tears with his thumbs. “Please forgive me, sweet girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Loki,” I replied. “I was ready to throw hands with your father!” I exclaimed. “I sort of wanted your parents to like me.”

He chuckled as I spoke. “They love you, darling, as do I.”

Alternate Ending

*Smut*

“Tell her, Loki. Tell her what you are.”

“I know what he is!” I hissed. “But more importantly know who he is! It’s clear to me he got his kindness from his mother and not from you! Have you ever even seen his Jotun form?”

Silence.

“Well, I have,” I continued. “And he’s beautiful. I feel sorry for you that you’ve lived with him his whole life and have never cared to see him as he is.”

“I found him as a Jotun child!” he spat. “I saved him from the frozen rock!”

“And you’ve hidden his true form since then! You’ve never bothered to ask him how he feels about any of it!” I yelled before turning to Loki, taking his hand in mine. “We’re leaving.”

I pulled him out of the throne room and down the hall, ignoring Odin’s protests. A small smile spread across my face as I heard Frigga silencing Odin before the doors slammed closed. I pulled him into a nearby hallway, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” I whispered, burying my face in his chest.

“No, my darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. That’s just the way he is… the way he’s always been.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay, Loki,” I murmured, leading him to the guest room I was staying in. “How long before your parents leave the throne room?”

“Maybe a few hours… why?”

I smirked, pressing my lips to his cheek. “You’ll see.”

****

I led Loki down a dark hallway, several guards nodding as we passed, but not paying much attention to us otherwise. We reached the unguarded throne room and I pushed the doors open.

“What are we doing here, darling?” Loki asked as I pulled him forward.

“You’ll see,” I replied as we reached the throne. “Have a seat, baby.”

He looked confused but obliged nonetheless, taking a seat on the throne that would soon be his as Thor had renounced his claim to the throne, leaving the burden to Loki. I slowly slipped off the cloak I’d been wearing, revealing green, lacy lingerie. He licked his lips as I straddled him, his eyes moving up and down my body, trailing along every inch of exposed skin through the sheer fabric. 

“What are you doing, little minx?” he asked.

“No one talks about my Loki like that,” I hissed. “I’m going to fuck you on Odin’s throne. I want to ride your cock until all of Asgard hears you screaming for me.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he gripped my hips tighter, his cock growing hard beneath me as I began slowly grinding against him.

“You like that idea, my handsome boy?” I asked, slowing my movements. “You like the idea of the guards hearing us, telling Odin what we’ve done in here?”

“Yes, my queen,” he whimpered. “Such a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I chuckled before ordering him to take off his clothes, which he quickly magicked away. His bare cock pressed into me as his clothes disintegrated beneath me. He hissed at the contact, his fingertips digging into my skin.

“Want me to sit on your pretty cock, baby?” 

He nodded, looking down at my breasts, barely covered by the lacy fabric.

“Go ahead, love. Take them out,” I said. He wasted no time in undoing the bra, being careful not to rip the fabric.

“Want to see you in this again,” he mumbled, tossing it to the floor before running his hands along my collarbone and down to my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples.

“Can I suck on them?” he murmured and I nodded, guiding his head to my hard nipples. He began running his tongue over my left nipple, his hand squeezing my right one. I moaned as his hot tongue flicked over the nipple before moving to the other, giving it the same attention.

“So perfect,” he whispered before continuing to suck. His cock was twitching beneath me and I knew he desperately needed release but as I tried to slip my underwear to the side with his cock, he stopped me.

“No, let me taste you first,” he whimpered. “Please.”

How could I deny him when he asked like that? I nodded and he lifted me up, turning us around, before placing me on the throne and kneeling in front of me, quickly slipping my underwear off.

He licked a long strip up my slit before circling my clit with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Loki,” I moaned, grabbing his hair.

He growled as I tugged on his hair and dived into my dripping cunt, happily sucking everything I had to offer him. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm approaching, his skilled silver tongue working wonders on my aching clit. He moved his tongue down, slipping inside my hole and I clenched around it. He chuckled darkly as he thrusted in and out of me with his tongue before sliding back to my clit. “That’s right, darling. Let go for me,” he murmured before returning his warm tongue to my clit. I moaned loudly, screaming his name as I came on his tongue. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered, before picking me up. “Still think you can ride my cock, sweet girl?”

“Sit down and find out,” I retorted, smirking as he sunk into the throne and I slipped his cock inside me. He groaned as his cock entered my cunt, stretching around him.

I slowly began moving and he grabbed my hips, more to steady himself than to control my movements. I gripped his shoulders and began moving faster, moaning his name, before a thought occurred to me.

“Baby,” I began, slowing my movements. “I-I need your Jotun cock… want you to fuck me in your true form,” I said in between moans as his cock hit beautiful places inside me.

He furrowed his brows and I could see a few tears forming in his eyes. “You want me like that?”

“Yes, Loki. I want Odin to know you fucked me in this beautfiul form. I want all of Asgard to hear how a Frost Giant fucks his queen.”

His cock twitched at that and suddenly I felt his skin grow cold. I looked down, seeing his skin turning blue as the familiar markings formed along his skin. He’d shown me this form before but I’d never asked for him to take me this way and the thought excited me. His cock grew cold inside me and I whimpered at the feeling.

I ran my fingers across the markings along his arm, gently touching the raised skin.

“Please, Y/n,” he whimpered. “You have no idea how amazing your cunt feels right now… so warm.”

Instantly I understood. The sensation of his cool skin hitting mine felt amazing but for him the sensation was entirely different. His body was used to the cold, needed it to survive, and the feeling of warm skin against his was a heightened sensation for him. I knew he wouldn’t last long as I began riding him, gripping his hair with one hand, holding his shoulder with the other. 

“Yes, Y/n!” he moaned as I tugged on his hair.

“Fuck, baby… I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered. 

“Go ahead, baby. Cum inside me.”

He brought a cold hand down to my clit and began rubbing, bringing me closer to my orgasm as his cock twitched inside me. I could see him holding back, trying to bring me to my orgasm first.

“So good for me,” he murmured. “Such a good girl. Cum for me darling. I need you to cum for me.”

The praise sent me over the edge, my body spasming as the orgasm washed over me just as his cold cum shot into me, coating my walls. I collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Loki.”

Suddenly the doors burst open and Loki magicked a blanket around us as his cock began to soften inside me.

“What is the meaning of this?” Odin’s voice boomed through the throne room.

“Thought I’d introduce my queen to where she’ll be sitting,” Loki answered.

“What are you… why are you…” Odin sputtered, looking at Loki.

"What are you two up to now?"

Glancing at each other with a mirrored smirk, you spoke up and answered for the both of you.

"We set up an experiment. I read in this month's issue of Cosmo that you can tell a lot about a man's... skills by watching them eat."

"Ooookay.... so what's the experiment then?"

Natasha took this one.

"We made sure all the guys saw us bring pudding cups back from the store today then hid all of the spoons."

Wanda's face flashed with confusion until the light bulb went off. The fact that her cheeks now held the same hue as her hair made you giggle. You watched as she swallowed hard before speaking again with a slight quiver to her voice now.

"Oh... So... any results yet?"

"Yuuuuup! Wilson and Barnes found them first. Barnes started out nicely but eventually lost his patience and searched the kitchen until he found where we hid the silverware. He handed a spoon off to Wilson before we could collect much data. Parker came in next but it felt wrong so we gave the kid a spoon right away. He's like my baby brother."

Natasha elbowed you in the side, causing you to immediately halt the conversation.

"Incoming ladies..."

All three of you went silent as Thor and Loki appeared.

"Brother, I swear to you, these little treats are delightful. I first discovered them while visiting Midgard when I first met Lady Jane."

The princes seemed to ignore your presence as they made their way across the room. Thor pulled two pudding cups from the fridge and handed one to Loki before opening the utensil drawer to find it empty.

"All in the dishwasher. Sorry boys."

Thor seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and peeling the top off the cup. Without wasting much time, he squeezed the cup until the plastic bent under his tight grasp and proceeded to quickly eat the pudding until most of it was gone before carelessly tossing it over his shoulder into the trash.

As you all stared at him with a disappointed expression, you caught Loki watching and immediately pretended to be looking at something else.

No longer interested in watching Thor devour his second cup, your eyes drift over to Loki who delicately opened the treat in his hand and got to work. Over the next little while, the three of you watched as the God used his apparently very dexterous tongue to savor the treat while sitting in the window sill silently reading the book in his lap. Switching between kitten licks and wide curls and swipes of the muscle, it felt impossible to look away from the sight in front of you.

When he was nearly done, he used his pointer and middle finger to retrieve the rest from the very bottom of the cup, swirling them around slowly to gather every last drop. As he brought the long digits to his mouth, his eyes flicked up to you, catching you off guard. With your eyes locked onto his, the two fingers slipped between his lips before emerging seconds later cleaned of all trace of the delicious snack. You had completely forgotten you weren't alone in the room until Natasha whispered beside you.

"Close your mouth sweetie... you're drooling."

Hearing him returning to the kitchen, the three of you pretended to be looking at something on Wanda's phone when Loki crossed the room to dispose of the now immaculately clean container. Finding your gaze drifting back to him, you looked up in time to see him wink at you as he passed by, causing your mouth to suddenly go dry. As he left the room, you let out the breath you were holding and shared a look with the other ladies.

Just as Natasha and Wanda turned away to resume looking at the device in Wanda's hand, you felt someone standing behind you. Before you even had the chance to move, his breath is against your ear.

"If you desired to know what I am capable of, Kitten, you merely had to ask instead of consulting that magazine of yours."

Falling victim to the sultry whisper currently sending a shiver down your spine, you helplessly watched as the other two women in the room carried on their conversation a few feet away. The feeling of his hand gripping your hip is now met with him being pressed against your backside to move even closer to your ear.

"I must say I was intrigued after finding it discarded on the sofa last night, left open to the list of sexual positions to insure the most intense orgasms. Should you feel the need to try any of them or find yourself needing a demonstration of my skills first hand, I'll be in my room..."

Your knees nearly buckled when he traced the tip of his tongue along the side of your neck before catching your earlobe between his teeth. The sound of his deep chuckle fading was the only indication you had that he had left the room once again.

"Well ladies, I think that's enough experimenting for me today."