‘This was stupid! Asinine! The dumbest fucking thing that he’s ever done’ Shaking his head Loki stat on some random bench watching you from afar. He knew it was wrong doing this, he felt dirty…he didn’t even know you but here he was watching you like some sort of creep. But Loki couldn’t help himself, if you were truly his mate than he knew that he had to protect you.

Even though part of this sickened him another part…he was sure it wasn’t his brain…this part wanted to keep you safe. Feeling this pull and just the thought of leaving you alone did not do to well for his heart Gritting his teeth he knew he had to confront you sooner than later…though the more he thought about it he knew it had to be later. He needed to think about this rationally I mean it’s not like he could just walk up to you and demand that you become his mate. He did not even want this, this was something that Thor wanted not him. Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his hair, nodding to himself he walked off ignore the pull.

He needed to get flowers…flowers sounded like a good start. 

You knew he was watching you, I mean it was obvious. With someone of his looks, scent and well him being an Alpha was a dead giveaway. Deep down you wished he would just stop this crap, wished that he would have come over to you, claimed you.

But that’s not a normal thing? Was it? Frowning you would feel the cold-water lapping against your ankles happy that it was helping to cool you down since you felt hot…to hot and that was all thanks to your heat. Biting your lip, you slowly walked deeper into the water, letting out a pleased sigh. It wasn’t until you were fully submerged that Loki finally appeared at the water’s edge.

His black pants pulled up, shoes in hand with a scowl on his face. He looked like he would rather be in another place but here. Shrinking from his gaze, you could feel your body slowly move out of the cold water. It wasn’t until you were back on the beach, you felt Loki’s hand snatching your wrist bringing your body close to his chest. A light growl emitting from his chest, you could feel his heart hammering fast as his arm wove around your body. It felt like he was protecting you, confused you then let out a shocked gasp as you felt his tongue do a slow lick up your neck.

Letting out a small whimper enjoying the feel of his lips against your neck, though that changed as he suddenly pressed his lips into yours, tongue probing your mouth he slowly rolled his hips against yours as he continued to kiss you, doing anything to enjoy the sweet taste of your lips. Pushing your body closer to his, you then let your canines bite down on his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. Tasting the blood was turning you on more.

However, this moment did not last long as once Loki realized what he was doing the man quickly stepped back panting and wiping his mouth. He hated this, hated not being able to control himself. He felt like an idiot, some animal, some horny teenage.

Growling to himself he tried to get his feelings under control but the only thing he did know was that he needed to get far far away from you. The further away from you could be the only chance for him to be able to control himself, too bad he couldn’t forget the taste of your lips. 

Dumb founded, you weren’t sure how to feel right now…well one thing was that you were turned on. Squeezing your leg’s together you did your best to relive the pressure. That man was an excellent kisser, but fuck was it short. Feeling your heart clench painfully it suddenly felt like you could not breath. Taking a breath in you then felt someone place their hand on your shoulder.

“Come y/n let’s head home.”

Your friend, of course it was her. Biting your lip, you then nodded your head with a forced smile on your face. “Yea…okay.” Though your gaze was on the retreating form on the man who was supposed to be your mate.

Shaking your head, you just let your friend drag you back to the home you shared. But you couldn’t understand why you were in so much pain. Feeling your body hit the bed you tried to look up at your friend though everything was to blurry.

“Shit you look awful y/n” You could hear the worry in the woman’s voice, but it was getting harder and harder to focus.

Closing your eyes, you started to breath heavily as your friend rushed to your side. Feeling her cold hand on your skin you took a shaky breath in.

“y/n you’re burning up…. god.” Frowning though young woman tried to figure out what was wrong, being in heat was something but she knew you never went through this much pain. Thinking back, she went through the whole day though her eyes went back as she remembered that kiss between you and the stranger, the one who was supposed to be your mate.

“Christ…you need to tell me. What happened when you kissed him?”

Taking another deep breath in to calm yourself you just gave her a weak chuckle. “I may have bitten his lip and tasted his blood.”

“Y/n! do you know how dangerous that is!! If he…” Stopping herself she knew that the man didn’t taste your blood and seeing this happen, she was scared you’d die.

Gritting her teeth, she knew that she had to find the prick that did this to you, he was going to help you if he liked it or not.

 Loki couldn’t explain why or how he ended up here, something inside him just told him that he was meant to be here. Scowling he knew it was all your fault too! Stupid woman! That kiss was really messing with his head, the Alpha inside him was pleased feeling you rub yourself against him in need and want. He could smell how much you wanted him and fuck did he enjoy when you bit down on his lip, but he cursed at himself from walking away.

He knew he should have bitten you too, should have claimed your right then and they’re on that beach not caring at all who would be watching.

Perhaps that was why he was here right now, because he wanted to help you. Growling the man stopped himself from raising his hand to pound on the door. He could hear your pained whimpers and it was getting harder to pull himself away. He probably would have left if it wasn’t for the body slamming into his.

Grunting he found himself staring at a rather tall red headed woman, scowling he stepped back only to feel a slap to his face.

“Prick! You…you go in”

Loki could see how angry this woman was, but he was still socked that she even managed to hit him. Snorting he crossed his arms over his chest as he did his best to not rush in the home to fix you, to take that pain away.

“Excuse me?”

“You bastard! I don’t care what you want or what you do after, but you need to go in there and mark her! I’m not going to stand here and let my best friend die because you had to go and let her taste your blood! You’re a fucking Alpha! You should have known better!” she growled at him getting pissed off with each passing second.

Speechless, the god knew he could just leave you’re here…why would he care if some human died. Shaking his head, he shoved the woman side already knowing the answer to that question. He would care, he may hate the thought about bonding with a human but deep down within him he knew that part would care if something happened to you.

Slowly walking in the house, he could smell you all over, your scent was all over the place. Grunting he continued to walk where the scent became the most over powering. Digging his nails into his hand he then spotted you writhing on the bed. Cursing himself Loki made his way over to your side, he doubted that you’d even realize he was here.

Placing his hand against your skin he could feel how much you were burning up. Taking a breath in to calm himself down. He hated how nervous he felt, and it was all your fault! Though that was another lie too. Growling he then sat on the edge of the bed then lifted your body so you were resting your head against his. He then pressed his nose into your neck, it wasn’t that sweet scent that had been stuck in his head all day long no this was more a sickly scent.

Glancing at you he then felt her nails clutch at his shirt as he lowered his mouth to your neck. Taking a deep breath, he then sunk your teeth into his neck, biting harder he made sure to leave his mark on your neck. Lapping at the blood he made sure his saliva was mixed in making sure that you would be alright.

Pulling his mouth from your neck he then swallowed as he let his tongue run over his lips, pressing his palm to your forehead he could feel the warmth die down. Nodding to himself he then gently laid you down.

Eye’s glued to the mark, he knew he would have to mark you better…. mate with you so you could leave your own mark.