#daddy!loki

You sigh as you wait for another show yet to start. At first confused you that Odin let a script being made awhile ago based on how Loki died.

The first times it was playing, you couldn't get yourself to watch it, to see the most important person in you life die over and over again. Thor has told you everything that happened and that was enough for you to have you hysterically crying for hours on end.

One day, a maiden came to your chambers, actually yours and Loki’s, and told you that the All-father would like you to join him by one of the shows, saying something like you shouldn't be this much alone all the time and laying in your bed since it won’t help you heal any faster.

Now it has been like the 7th time you are watching the theater show and are more than bored to say the least. You can play the whole thing in your head at this point.

One of the maidens hands you a small bowl with your favorite fruits in it which is weird because you didn’t expect Odin to know you this well.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, you think as you thanked her, gladly taking the bowl from her, deciding to occupy yourself by throwing grapes in the air and trying to catch them with your mouth.

You made it a few times, cheering quietly to yourself, not noticing that Odin is watching you from time to time with an occasional smile on his face.

As almost all the grapes are gone, or had fallen on the ground by your attempts to catch them, you focus to watch end of the show.

"Sorry about that time I turned you into a frog." said the Asgardian that plays Loki and you had to suppress a giggle that almost slips past your lips.

"It was a wonderful joke." Not Thor laughs sadly.

"It was indeed hilarious." Odin chuckles as well and you actually have to agree with him for once.

Loki told you that specific story when you couldn't fall back asleep one night after a nightmare and instead of calming you down, it made you laugh for ten more minutes before Loki managed to make you sleep again.

Thinking of it again makes your chest feel tight as tears are about to well up in your eyes but you took a shaky breath and force yourself to push them back, not wanting to cry in front all the people around.

Suddenly the Asgardians start to clap around you and you realize that the show reached its end. Have you zoned out so bad?

Odin stood up from his sofa, clapping as well. "Bravo! Bravo! Well done. Bravo."

"Father." Your head snaps to the other side when you hear the familiar voice. Uncle Thor is back!

Odin's smile faltered as he saw Thor and lowers his head a bit to mutter under his breath. "Oh shit."

"Thor!" You jump up and rush over to hug him tightly. "Missed you so much. Did you get something for me?"

Thor smiles and pats your head gently, hugging you back with one arm. "Of course I did." He responds as he hands you a new stuffed animal he got from Midgard on his way back from his journey. "There you go, tiny one."

"Thank you, Uncle Thor." You whisper at him, gripping the plushie close as these kind of presents keep reminding you of where you are from.

"Uh, my son, Thor, has returned! Greetings my boy." Odin smiles again and Thor chuckles with you still attached to him, having missed him far too much to just let go of him again.

"It's an interesting play. What's it called?" Thor asks, rubbing your back as he knows that what’s gonna be revealed to you any second might break your heart.

"The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard. The people and his wife wanted to commemorate him." Odin answered and you look up at Thor, shaking your head quickly. You had nothing to do with that!

Thor kisses the top of your head, sending you back to your previous seat. "Ah, indeed they should. I like the statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though."

You would have to disagree with that but you keep your mouth shut about it, glancing down at the new stuffie in your hands and start to entertain yourself with it instead while Thor and Odin are talking.

At one point Thor's hammer whips past you and back into his hand, snapping you out of your little conversation you had with your new fluffy friend.

"Yes, besides I've been rather busy myself." Odin states, getting slightly nervous.

"Watching theater." Thor retorts bluntly.

"Well, board meetings, and security council meetings..." The all father rambles on.

"You're really gonna make me do it?"

"Do what?"

Thor throws his hammer away with more force, walking right behind his father and grabs him by his shoulders. "You know that nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand. Not even your face."

You gasp, placing your hand over your mouth when Thor grabs the back of Odin‘s neck to in fact summon back Mjolnir.

"You've gone quite mad. You'll be executed for this." Odin stammers, squirming under Thor‘s grasp.

"Then I'll see you on the other side," Thor leans in a bit closer to whisper. "Brother."

As Mjolnir comes closer with unbelievable speed he shouts. "All right, I yield!"

You can’t believe what actually happened right now and who's standing right in front of you and whole Asgard, not quite believing your own eyes.

Loki. Your husband. Your caregiver.

The man who you thought died saving his brother, is standing right there. You don’t know if whether you should be happy, sad, angry, or all three at the moment as your brain tries to comprehend this situation.

He is alive, and that makes you want to jump in his arms and kiss him all over until you have no air to breathe, but he also lied and tricked you into thinking he died, again, which makes you want to slap and scream at him until your throat is raw.

You just sit there, not moving a muscle, still thinking that your mind may play tricks on you because of how much you love and missed him dearly.

Your eyes meet eventually and the tears are already coming back up in your eyes before you can stop them again as he gives you a small smile. "Hello, little one..."

"Behold! Thor...Odinson." Skurge comes out of the crowd panting heavily and Loki snaps his fingers turning to face him.

"You had one job. Just the one." He snaps at him and turns back to his brother who is clearly not in the mood for his games anymore.

"Where's Odin?"

"You just couldn't stay away, could you?" Loki smiles at him. "Everything was fine without you-"

"Fine?" You asks outrageous and stand up, walking over to him. "I thought you died! I thought I would never see you again! I mourned for you." Your voice cracked a bit. "I cried for weeks while you were enjoying your duty as king right next to my chambers."

Loki now wishes he could travel back in time to redo his old decisions, seeing how much he actually hurt you with his desire of ruling Asgard.

He couldn't even get a word out as you suddenly slap him across the face, making the Asgardians around you gasp in shock. "I deserved that."

A lot more than that. Is what you want to say but all that comes out is a sob, your big and little headspace fighting to get the lead. You want to be big right now, to confront him and yell at him, yet your little side just wants to get you out of the situation and comfort you.

"You..." Hot, fat tears are flowing down your cheeks, not being able to get yourself to say anything at the moment with how hurt you are.

You’re about to walk past him and over to Thor as Loki places his hand on your shoulder but you just shrug him off. "Don't. P‘ease..."

He reluctantly pulls his arm back to his side, nodding sadly as he respects your wish, watching how his brother picks you up bridal-style and starts walking with you towards the palace.

Some time later of you crying in Thor's arms, you start to calm down, only sniffling and hiccuping a little as you wipe your cheeks for what feels like the hundredth time.

You lift your head and notice that his tunic is visibly soaked with your tears but Thor couldn’t care less about that right now. "Are you feeling better?"

You just shrug in response. All the emotions you are feeling have you confused more than you would like to admit and it doesn’t help that you also might have skipped your nap earlier and are worn out right now, physically just as much as mentally.

"You have to know, I'm just as frustrated as you are, little one, but I also know that Loki would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. He...I guess he just wanted to know how it could have been as a King." Thor explains and you frown a little, knowing how Loki got treated in the past and you can understand why he is how he is.

Misunderstood. Betrayed. Alone.

Like you felt back on earth before Loki came and saved you from your misery, taking you to Asgard and healing you so many ways.

"He loves you, he really does. I've never seen him so happy like he is with you. You changed him, yet he will always be the God of Mischief and more than often act out before thinking about the consequences."

"It jus‘ hurts..." You mumble, playing with one of Thor's hands.

"I can imagine." He hugs you more firmly. "It will fade away when you're ready for it."

You then rub your tired eyes as you let out a yawn, making Thor chuckle.

"Would you like to rest a little?" He asks and you nod in response, holding onto him as he stands up from the edge of your bed to set you down comfortably, waiting for you to snuggle into the sheets and grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. "I'll come check on you later."

Then he leaves, closing your chamber doors quietly and turns around to see Loki leaned against the wall opposite him after waiting the whole time.

Thor grabs him by the nape of his neck and drags him around a corner, pushing him against the wall.

"What were you thinking!?" He snaps at him. "You are going to make this up to her. I don't care what or how you do it, and I dare you to hurt her feelings like that ever again." The blonde grit outs, his jaw clenched.

Loki could only nod in response, adjusting his clothes after Thor lets go of him and watches him storm off, having to calm himself.

He sighs deeply, staring at your chamber doors for a moment, contemplating his next steps as he eventually slowly pushes one door open, peering inside to see you already asleep, cuddling your plushie close.

He simply watches you for a while, a sight he has been depriving himself of to not blow up his cover as the all father and especially don’t creep you out on accident.

A fool. He’s such a damn fool for what he did. He would even accept it if you never forgive him for his actions or don’t want to speak to him ever again, he understands if you won’t but he still has hope and will do everything he can to fix.

After a well deserved nap, your eyelids start to flutter open, stretching your arms above your head with a sleepy grunt and shield your eyes from the afternoon rays of the sun.

Your nose then picks up the delicious smell of cooked meat and smashed potatoes, turning your head to see a tray placed on your nightstand, a small smile making its way on your face as you see the small plate with cookies for dessert and a goblet of what you assume must be some kind of juice.

As you sit up against the headboard you see there’s a card as well, grabbing it from the tray and open it hesitantly, gasping as a illusion from a green butterfly flies up, fluttering around your head before landing on the tip of your nose.

You giggle as you cross your eyes to focus on it, a sudden sneeze escaping you that makes the butterfly dissolve into tiny sparks.

"Bless you." A voice from the door startles you but you relax once you see that it’s just Loki, and then remember that you’re still mad at him, looking back at the tray with a glare as you realize that it’s from him. "There’s everything you like. Nobody knows you better than I do. I even managed to snatch the cookies fresh from the baker, the ones with the melted chocolate inside, they’re still warm as well."

You don’t answer him, acting as if he wasn’t there, giving him some of his own medicine since he didn’t even find it necessary to tell you he’s very much alive and just uses his seidr to rule Asgard as Odin, you wouldn’t have told anybody and he knows that.

"I know you probably don’t care right now of what I have to say, but I still want to try it." He starts, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed next to your legs, not touching your and respects your space until you’re ready to let him close again. "I apologize for…for my stupidity, for lying and betraying you. I risked you trust me and I don’t know if you can ever forgive but know that I’ll wait, however long you need…little one."

A single tear slips down your cheek at the nickname, quickly wiping it away as you reluctantly meet his eyes to acknowledge his presence.

"You mean, an’ stupid, an‘ bad at theater scripts." You blurt out, playing with the ear of your plushie.

"I saw you laughing at some parts." He retorts with a smirk. "And you’re right, I was really stupid and mean to you. I swear I will never, and I mean never, do anything to hurt you like that again. I was so blinded by my desperation for power that i couldn’t see how bad you were actually hurting from my decisions. I regret what I did, truly."

You hang onto every word he says, pursing your lips as you refrain from reaching for him, not knowing if you should or even can forgive him this fast but yet you missed him so much that it’s getting harder each second, now even more that he apologizes honestly.

"I love you dearly, you’re the only good thing in my life and yet I still managed to mess that up…" He mutters, glancing down at his wedding ring. "I am deeply sorry, little one."

You can’t handle being this close yet so far from each other and scramble closer to wrap your arms around his neck, letting him wrap his own around body and pull you to lay back on the mattress with a relieved sigh from both of you.

The sobs start racking through your body as you clung onto his tunic, inhaling his familiar scent that comforts you in seconds, breathing out shakily while Loki embraces you tightly and presses a light kiss to the top of your head.

There were greens and blues and purples. Reds, and oranges, pinks and yellows, too. Some of the pacis had polka dots and some were plain. A few had pretty decorations. Some even had rainbow squiggles, too!

It was a wonderful sea of colors that captured your little mind. Nothing else mattered. Just you and Mama and...

THE ARRAY OF PACIFIERS SHE MADE APPEAR OUT OF THIN AIR!

You still couldn't believe it...

How did Mama do that?!

"Spark?"

Your wide eyes moved towards the sound of Mama's voice.

"Honed in on the pacifiers, are we?" Loki chuckled.

"Mhm!"

You liked the sparkle in Mama's eyes. It reminded you of bright, shining stars and the twinkle lights in your bedroom. It meant she was happy, and you liked when your Mama was happy.

"Which of these lovely pacifiers makes you want to squeaaaal in delight?" Your mama suddenly tickled you while she spoke, enunciating her words.

You giggled and giggled.

And giggled and giggled some more.

"I don't-" you stopped and let out a breathy laugh. "Don knoooow, mama! Too hard!"

Your mama finally relented. "Ooh, I understand that. When I ascended the throne to Asgard, I had to choose between allllll of these wonderfully colorful garments and jewelry I-"

You stared at Loki, your lips slightly ajar and your brows furrowed tightly. Your adorable face blatantly had confusion written all over it.

Your mama shook her head softly. "Nevermind that, moving on! Let's see here..." Her eyes scanned the pacifier filled coffee table. "How about this one here, with the cute little turtle on it?"

You shook your head and scrunched your face.

"No? Alright...hmmm." She paused a moment to think. "Oh! How about this one with the-"

You stuck out your tongue. "Blagghhh."

"No problem, darling." Loki threw it swiftly behind her. "Definitely not that one, then- OH!"

Your beautiful eyes were wide and practically glowing. If life was a cartoon, you'd have hearts for eyes.

"OoOooOOO!" you exclaimed in intrigue.

The pacifier with which your eyes were glued on had your favorite animal on it and it was your favorite color! It was so very, very perfect.

"Aha! We've found your match, baby darling." She held it up closer to you. All you could do was stare in amazement.

Finally, a pacifier to call your own. One that'll make you feel content and happy. One that'll make you feel like the most special baby in the whole wide world. No! The universe! A special pacifier for the most special baby in the whole wide universe!

"Mine!" You snatched it and all your Mama could do was grin excitedly.

"Yes, pumpkin, it's all yours."

You quickly slid it into your mouth and slammed your body against Loki, wrapping your arms tightly around her. Your words were less English and more like cute mumbles that Mama just adored. "Thank you, thank you, Mama!"

She laid her head gently atop yours. "Anything for my little one."

You shook your head and continued playing, you tried stifling a yawn but Loki could see that you were tired. He quickly swopped you up into his arms and made his way down the hallway to your room. You shrieked and started struggling to get out of his arms once he sat down on the bed.

"Sweetie, why don't you want to go to bed? You're tired, I can see it in your eyes" he said softly, starting to play with your hair to calm you down.

"Can' sleep," You whimpered and nuzzled your head into his neck.

Loki looked at you and frowned a bit. 'That must be the reason you've been so tired this week' he thought to himself.

"What if you slept with Daddy tonight?" He asked.

"cuddles?" You look up at him.

"Yes, you'll get loads of cuddles" he smiled softly and laid down on the bed.

Immediately you followed and laid your head down on his chest, cuddling as close as you can get to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, not letting you go any time soon.

Loki had tucked you in tightly under your comforter. You had your paci, your stuffy, your nightlight, and your music box, but you still couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried, your eyes couldn’t stay closed, your brain couldn’t stay still. Tossing and turning didn’t help; you’d missed a crucial part of your bedtime routine. 

You didn’t blame Loki for the mistake. He’d been so stressed lately, you knew he didn’t intend for it to slip his mind. That’s why he was putting you to bed in the first place, instead of cuddling up with you in his big bed. His work had lasted far later into the night than he’d intended and you just couldn’t stay up any longer, so when you were too tired to protest, he’d carried you into your special little bedroom. But he forgot the stars.

Every time Loki had to put you to bed alone, just before he left and closed the door, he would fill the room with stars. They’d twinkle on the ceiling and walls around you, helping you not feel so alone in what felt like a giant bed without Loki by your side. Sometimes you’d count them to help lull you off to sleep. Other times, you’d just let your eyes unfocus, the glinting spots around you hypnotizing you until you were dreaming. But tonight, Loki had forgotten to put them there, so you just stared at the empty ceiling. 

You thought about the way Loki made it happen. He’d rub his hands together as though he was forming a clump of play doh into a ball, then he’d whisper something into his hands and blow, and as he opened his hands, the hundreds of stars would float out into the room. That didn’t sound so hard, right? So you did what you’d watched him do so many nights before. After rubbing your hands together, you realized you didn’t know what words Loki whispered to make the stars appear. You thought for a moment, not wanting to give up so quickly, before remembering what Loki had taught you: the best way to get what you want is to ask for it politely. So you held your hands up to your mouth and whispered:

“Please make the stars please!!”

And you slowly opened your hands and blew into your palms.

But nothing happened.

You let out a heavy sigh, letting your hands drop onto the blanket in front of you. 

“How does he do it so easily??” You wondered aloud.

“Oh, just centuries of training, my love.” A quiet voice spoke from behind you.

You shot up in the bed, turning around to see Loki standing in the doorway, having heard you whispering to yourself. You felt your face run hot with embarrassment, butterflies fluttering into your stomach as you realized Loki had caught you trying – and failing – to replicate his magic. You hid your face into your stuffy in embarrassment, not wanting to look up at what you assumed would be a condescending smirk on Loki’s face. Instead, he walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your back.

“I forgot to put out your stars, didn’t I?” He asked.

You nodded, still not showing your face. 

“And so you tried to make them yourself, is that right?” You nodded again.

“What a clever little one I’ve got. That's the first step to becoming a great magician, you know.” “What is?” You asked, finally and slowly raising your head to meet eyes with Loki.

“Trying. And you tried so hard, I can tell. In fact, I bet with a bit more practice and training, you could be filling this room with a whole galaxy of stars in no time!”

This fully got your interest. The thought that you could learn magic just like your Loki, just like all the characters in your fairy tale stories. You looked up at Loki with wide, pleading eyes.

“Will you teach me?”

This is when his trademark mischievous smirk came to his face as he thought of his deal. “But if I teach you my magic, then you won’t need me anymore!” He said, pretending to be struck down by tragedy. You laughed, knowing he was just being his dramatic self. “I always need you!!” You said with a giggle.

“Promise?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Pinky promise!” You replied, holding out your finger.

Loki shook it with his, and then sat down on the end of your bed, positioning himself to face you. He took both your hands in his. 

“Alright, you know the first step, right? We have to make the stars.”

He guided your hands around an imaginary ball, just as you’d done yourself before.

“You have to imagine your hands are filling up with hundreds, no, thousands of stars. Feel them all rustling around inside your grasp. What do they feel like?” You scrunched your eyes, focusing as hard as you could on conjuring the stars in your palms. Then you noticed it, just barely at first, and then stronger as you focussed harder and harder.

“They tickle!” You cried out, the stars bouncing around your cupped hands like a bunch of little fish. 

Loki smiled.

“They do, don’t they! Now, close your eyes, relax all the muscles in your body, and make a wish.” “A wish?” “Yes my love, don’t you know that when you wish on a star, it comes true?” You thought for a moment before you leaned forward again, whispering your secret wish.

“Have you done it?” Loki asked.

You nodded.

“Alright now, the last step. We have to put the stars out into the room. So make sure you're still imagining them in your hands, and slowly…”

Loki guided your hands apart, leaning forward to blow a gentle breath into the palms of your hands and prompting you to do the same. As you did so, bright yellow stars of all sizes filled the room, spreading out all over every corner of your bedroom. Your eyes widened as you looked all around in amazement, a smile stuck on your face.

“Look at that! You’ve done it, darling, I’m so proud of you!!” Loki cheered for you, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Are you ready to go to sleep now then, my love?” He asked.

“Will you stay with me? That’s what I wished for.”

“Of course, my little one.” Loki smiled, lifting the blanket to join you, maneuvering his way around the stuffies and blankets to find a comfy spot where he could still put his arms around you. Just as he was getting comfortable, his eyes heavy after a long day of stressful work, your little voice broke the silence of the starlit room.  

“What did you wish for, daddy?” You whispered. You felt Loki’s arms tighten around you. 

“You, my love. That you’ll always be happy and healthy and safe. Always you.”

“Did you sell the painting?” You questioned, knowing he’d been trying to deal a Basquiat. 

“I did.”

“Good job, daddy,” you giggled, tugging on his silky black hair and pulling him back up to kiss your lips. 

“I want to celebrate with my girl.”

A grin spread across your lips, knowing celebrating meant getting spoiled by your sugar daddy and having the best sex. You loved when Loki spoiled you, giving you whatever you wanted and making you feel like a princess. He loved it just as much as you, loving to see you dressed up in the clothes he bought you like his own little doll. 

“Get ready, and we’ll go out shopping,” Loki murmured against your lips. 

“Won’t you fuck me first?” You questioned innocently. 

“Gods, girl,” he laughed. “You're insatiable. I’ll fuck you after, my darling.”

You did as he asked and walked to the closet, making sure to give him a nice view of your ass. You pulled out shoes and a coat, both costing as much as cars, gifts from your lover who lived to spoil you. 

“Help me?”

Loki knelt down before you as you sat on the edge of the bed, putting your shoes on for you. He tightened the laces of the gucci trainers, before standing up to button your coat. Loki was always one to dote on you, making sure his baby was properly taken care of. 

.

“What is it you desire?” Loki asked as you stepped into a designer mall. 

“You,” you breathed into his neck, pressing a kiss to his fair throat. Loki swallowed, having to control himself. 

“And you shall have me. If you aren’t going to make a choice, I’ve certainly got an idea.”

You followed him, your hand carefully intertwined with his own as he led you to a lingerie shop. Your cheeks flushed, suddenly feeling shy as he sat down in the large changing lounge after selecting nearly every style in your size. 

“Model them for me. If you take too long, I’ll come in there and help you myself,” Loki commanded, swatting your bottom before you closed the fitting room door. 

You stripped from your clothes, trying on the expensive laces and mesh that hugged your body in all of the right places. Most of them were a deep shade of green or black, Loki’s favorite colors to see you in.

You stepped out shyly, letting him see your body in the skimpy fabric, knowing he was likely imagining you naked. You spun slowly in the lingerie, warming under his intense gaze. 

“Pretty baby,” Loki praised, making you grin shyly. 

His fingertips ran along the hem of the lace, ghosting past where you were sensitive. A soft, needy whine escaped your lips, and you put your hands on his shoulders to keep from collapsing. 

“Go try on another set for daddy.”

He leaned back, watching you scamper back inside. By the seventh set, you were practically trembling with desire, wanting him. 

“Let’s go,” Loki pushed you into a jewelry store, and while normally you’d be ecstatic, you wanted him to touch you.

“Daddy.” 

“Don’t you want to look pretty for me?” He questioned when you began to protest, cutting you off before you had the chance. 

You sighed softly, accepting a kiss to your pouty lips. His hand rested on your ass as you picked out necklaces and bracelets from the case, the employee all too happy that you were spending Loki’s money. He didn’t even glance at the price before swiping the card, an unconscious action that soaked your panties. 

He kissed the back of your head, taking the bags so you would walk freely, watching you a few steps ahead, smiling at him over your shoulder. He watched you in complete adoration, laced with the desire to corrupt and devour you. 

He set the bags in his car, before opening the passenger door for you. You practically bounced on the seat in excitement, spreading your legs when Loki’s hand rested on your thigh. 

“You want to make a mess on these leather seats?” he asked teasingly, making you bite your lip in embarrassment. 

His fingers trailed under your dress, rubbing gently over your lace panties. You moaned, dropping your head back on the seat and arching your back, trying to put more pressure on your clit. Loki lightly spanked your pussy, making your legs snap shut and a gasp leave your lips. 

“Don’t be greedy, darling.”

You bit back a whimper, sitting still while he drove you to one of his galleries in the city. You resided yourself to delayed gratification, thinking you wouldn’t be able to get off anytime soon. You were wrong.

The gallery was full of artwork, paintings that likely cost more money than you’d make in a lifetime on your own. He set you down on a pedestal meant for sculpture, the metaphor bringing a smile to your face. He lifted the little dress around your hips, exposing your round figure to his hungry eyes. 

Loki smirked at the little damp spot in your panties, teasing you and tapping the sticky spot. You squirmed, letting the straps of the dress fall off your shoulders, baring your breasts to him. His tongue ran from your sex to your nipples, then planted a filthy kiss on your mouth, one that pushed you onto your back as he tugged your hips to the edge. 

You squealed as he ripped the panties from you, promising to buy you another set, thinking nothing of it. You grabbed his wrist as his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you pinned down to the cool marble pedestal. His cock slowly pierced you, splitting you open and stretching you around him. Your body didn’t resist, used to being filled with Loki, as if you were made for him. Your loud moans echoed off of the vaulted ceilings of the gallery like music. 

Your head hung off the edge, staring at centuries of artwork upside-down, moaning in ecstasy as your lover fucked your sopping cunt. His lips smeared bruises and hickeys across your chest, painting you as his own piece of artwork. You begged and screamed as he sent you crashing through an orgasm, your body trembling as shocks shot through your nerves. 

Loki sank deeper inside of you as you came, and you felt him come hard and deep in your pussy, his arms wrapping around you as he filled you with his release. You sobbed at the feeling, your mind fractured and hazy from the intensity of the sex, shudders rolling down your spine as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. Loki swallowed your pathetic mewls as his lips sealed against yours, continuing to slowly thrust into your overstimulated body. Your nails scratched at his scalp as you pulled his hair, holding him against you as if he had any intention to leave. 

You came around him a second time, clinging to his sculpted body and whimpering into his neck. He shushed you gently as he disconnected your bodies, earning a pathetic gaze from the discomfort of being empty. 

“None of that, darling,” Loki pecked your cheek before carrying you to the car, driving you home to properly clean up. 

.

Loki cleaned and dressed you for a charity dinner, paying attention to every last detail. You were draped in diamonds and imported silks, looking like the heroine in one of his renaissance paintings. You gazed at him in the mirror as he stood behind you, his hands skimming down the sides of your body. 

“Ready to show me off?” you asked.

“As long as you remember that you’re mine.”