#drunkbirdbug

While you were asleep, you had a pleasant dream. You dreamt of cool, caressing hands on you, a man sliding up to you and spooning you; his chest on your back, his hips lined up to your behind.

You shivered a bit. His skin felt like he had been outside in winter without a jacket, but you allowed him to go on because he knew just where to touch you. His hands traveled underneath your shirt, gliding fingers up your stomach and then to your breasts. He captured them in his hands, kneading them with his cold digits. The added sensation of the low temperature when he pinched your nipples made you gasp, simultaneously wanting to flinch from the cold but pressing into him even more.

One of the hands moved to your thighs, causing another shiver. Then the man’s hands slid upward, stroking you through your underwear. After a few, deliberate strokes he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and began to tug them down your legs. When those were disposed of, his fingers came back and coated themselves in your wetness. You shivered and bucked at the very sensitive contact in your private areas. It was cold down there, ice cold; nowhere so sensitive should be exposed to such low temperatures like these, and yet it felt so good.

He thumbed at your clit lazily, lining up his cold, hard cock with your vulva. It wasn’t as cold as his fingers, surprisingly. But what did surprise you was how big he was. He rubbed himself between your legs, then he grunted, and suddenly entered you with one swift motion. You moaned in shock at the motion, at how big he was, and the frigid feeling inside of you. It instantly made you clench around him, eliciting a guttural groan from your silent lover and he began to move desperately inside you. He moved his hands: one held your hips in place, fingernails lightly digging into your skin; the other snaked underneath your torso to grasp your breasts.

With every thrust the man grunted, like he was angry, or maybe trying to concentrate – but why? Sometimes he would dig his nails into your hips more before instantly correcting his grip to lighten again. It’s like he was holding back, trying to maintain control. The only thing he didn’t have as much control over was himself inside you. He didn’t start slowly; when he entered you he almost immediately began to pump quickly. But that was okay, you loved it, you loved how cold and big he was inside you. The shivers weren’t just chills anymore. And thankfully, despite his cold skin, the movement of sex helped to keep you from freezing over. 

You also loved how vocal he was. He grunted and sighed as he took your pleasure, gripping and ungripping your hips in this dance between feral and controlled. Why did he hold back? Couldn’t he tell how much you were loving this? You wanted him to be a wild animal inside of you, to come and claim you while you’re asleep.

Asleep.

You’re asleep.

This dream seems awfully real.

You slowly opened your eyes to the darkness of the night. 

A grunt behind you, cold fingernails on your hips. You were being moved. You were being fucked.

Out of surprise, you sat up, propping yourself up with your arm.

“Loki?! Is that you?!”

Instantly, he retracted himself from you. His fingers, his cock. He scrambled quickly off the bed and to his feet.

His voice spoke through the dark. “I have no excuse, I have no idea what came over me. It wasn’t right… I shouldn’t be…”

You pulled the chain on the nightstand lamp. Warm, yellow light filled the room and you turned to see Loki standing next to your bed. He was still blue and completely erect. His cock was a slightly darker blue than the rest of him, and the head a deep purple. Something inside you stirred.

Also, a new development since you last saw him a few hours ago. He had horns. Not his golden helmet horns but actual horns growing from his head. They were about six inches long, ridged, and twisted at the ends.

“Loki, what’s going on?”

“It’s becoming worse. My head burst into incredible pains, and when I went to look at myself in the mirror I saw these,” he said, pointing to the horns. “That was two hours ago, and since my libido has increased dramatically. Then I remembered your proposition… I came here to ask, but you were asleep.”

He was even worse than before. He seemed worried and nervous, but also his brow was furrowed in anger.

“I tried to leave. I tried to turn around and just ask you in the morning, but your skin looked so soft – and whatever hair products you use, I could smell them. My senses are on overdrive. I completely lost control of myself.”

“Loki –”

“I am a monster…” he said, looking at his hands in disgust.

“Loki, hey –”

“Odin was right.”

“Loki! I’m talking to you!” you shouted.

He looked up instantly, dropping his hands and shutting his mouth.

“I’m not mad at you, okay?” you continued. “Pretty shocked and surprised, but you’re obviously not doing okay right now. You’re not thinking straight, you’re angry and irritable, I’d say you’re the equivalent to an animal in heat. Sorry, I don’t mean to compare you to an animal by the way. My point is, I forgive you.”

“Why?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Like I said, you’re not yourself right now. I’ve never seen you like this. And obviously I don’t really know you, but this is not you. Besides… I offered.”

He nodded. His shoulders untensed and his expression relaxed slightly. 

“I think I should go back to Asgard. I need a healer. I need help, dignity or no.”

“Why?” You said.

“Because what if I hurt someone? I took advantage of you.”

“Hey, listen to me. You said that the only cure for this is to have sex, right?”

“Yes.”

“How is an Asgardian healer going to help you other than stripping naked? You’re obviously going crazy. You need intercourse. My proposition still stands, Loki. You can have sex with me.”

“No, out of the question,” he said angrily.

“What do you mean out of the question? Five minutes ago you were just fucking me in my sleep.”

He curled his fingers into fists. “Fair point. But I am warning you of the dangers.”

“I know about the dangers, you’ve told me like six times. How many times do I have to tell you? I want you to fuck me!”

Loki whipped his head back, blinking. “What do you mean you want me to..?”

The blushing came back again. Was he not as smart as you thought, or was he just really stupid in this state? He was thinking with his other head, after all.

“You think you’re a monster, or that’s what Asgard led you to believe about the Jotuns. But believe me when I say you look like a sexy demon man from any Earth woman’s fantasies.”

You cringed a bit when you said it, but it was true.

The god was still processing the turn in the conversation. “You… are attracted to this form?”

“That, and also just the animalistic nature of you. I’m sorry you’re suffering and you’re confused and angry, but all of it is immensely attractive. I’ll even admit, I liked when you were inside me while I was asleep.”

Loki was completely stunned. He searched your face, perhaps for a hint of facetiousness or deception. After a moment, he spoke again.

“I don’t understand, but I am tired of feeling like this, and if you’re offering.”

I literally offered like ten times, you thought, but refrained saying it aloud.

“...then brace yourself,” Loki continued, and his tone, and the air around him grew very dark.

Something within you tingled; anticipation, fear, both?

Then Loki swooped in upon you, grasping your wrists and pinning you on the bed. As you spoke before he had grown softer, but in the instant he took your consent to use you as he pleased his cock grew fully erect again.

“Move your legs,” he demanded.

You shuddered, his red eyes boring into yours as he demanded your womanhood of you. You parted your legs for him.

“Are you still wet?” Loki asked.

“Y – yes.”

“Good.”

With that, he thrusted his cock into you, sheathing himself in one push. All the while still holding your wrists above your head to the mattress.

You shrieked, both out of shock of his girth and the coldness of it, and out of excitement. Loki’s eyelids fluttered close as you adjusted to him and moved quickly, pounding at you right away.

“I’ve been craving a woman to bed for days. Nay, nearly two weeks. And it has been maddening.”

He spoke like a crazed man, one who had been denied something that belonged to him. And underneath him, bound to your bed with his cock between your legs, you were completely at his mercy. As he moved atop you, his cock stretched you, filling you to your brim. After his declaration, he said little in the way of words – the only sounds coming from his lips were grunts and groans like an animal in heat.

Before, when he was inside of you while asleep, he held back, trying not to dig his claws into you. He relinquished much of this control now. His grip upon your wrists were like iron shackles and he moved inside you hurriedly and desperately. You had little in the way of movement, the only thing you could do was arch your back into him as he sent waves of pleasure through you. 

This was so much better than a dream.

You barely knew this man, speaking usually just a few sentences to him in the six months that you knew him. He was an asshole; rude, had a skyscraper tall superiority complex, a smartass. Apart from the charming accent and the cheekbones there wasn’t much you liked about him because he gave no reason for you to. So, how in the world did you get tangled up with him so quickly with this Jotun mess that he was bedding you? Obviously your judgment right now could use a bit of work, but that was a problem for later. Currently, the only thing you were worried about was being too loud for fear of waking the Avengers. There definitely had to be some kind of rule you were breaking regarding having sexual relations with the guy who tried to conquer the Earth.

Then you remembered. Wait, the Avengers aren’t here right now. They were on a mission, somewhere miles and miles away.

Loki then moved to hold both of your wrists underneath one hand and moved his other one to touch your clit. Then he thrust into you, hard.

You saw stars, and screamed underneath his touch. Your legs quivered underneath him as he delivered your pleasure.

“You like that, hmm?” He asked as he impaled you with his cock, rubbing your clit in circles just the way you like it. “Good, my little whore. Scream as I fuck you.”

After he said so, you opened your eyes to see his bright scarlet ones glowing through the dim light in the room. They were a flame in the night, igniting your own flame within. And atop his head the warm light of the lamp lit up his blue, twisting horns. You recalled the first time you saw him like this; with the horns now, he really was a devil. Or, more aptly, an incubus in the way he managed to bewitch you.

You wrapped your legs around him, hooking your ankles together to allow him a deeper angle. He groaned approvingly as he pushed himself in even more. Wet noises and moans of pure pleasure filled the room as Loki, the god who tried to enslave your planet, claimed your pussy for his own. So much better than a dream.

He drove even faster into you, removing his hands from your wrist and clit to either side of your head as he submitted to his own pleasure, focusing purely on the release he denied himself for days. His grunts filled your ears and his hips aggressively undulated into you. You began to see stars again, you growing wetter and wetter as you allowed him to take all of you. Underneath the blue god of mischief, you moaned his name as he fucked you again and again. He seemed to relish in that, a slight smile upon his face as you called the name of your god. Then, finally he snapped his hips into you, shouting into the darkness the declaration of his climax. Cool ropes of cum filled you, and with his final thrusts, you were lost too. Your walls clenched around Loki’s thick, cool cock and you screamed, reaching the peak of your orgasm with him. Waves upon waves of pleasure flooded from your cunt through your body.

When you came down from your highs both of you breathed hard. In fact, it was so good and tiring that there was a moment you thought you could have passed out. Loki’s full weight was on top of your chest, his cock expelling the last of his seed as he recuperated from the act. His breaths were cold on your face.

When he regained his strength, he pulled out from you and rolled over next to you on the bed. 

“You have no idea how much I needed that. I feared I was losing my mind.”

“No – no problem,” you responded, still catching your breath and coming back down to Earth.

“I’m hoping after this that this foolishness is all over now,” he gestured to his horns as he said it. “The texts said these periods of heat come and go quickly.”

“Hopefully, yeah,” you agreed. 

He magicked himself some clothes back on. “Anyway, it’s late and we both need sleep. Good night.”

“Good night,” you said.

You watched him as he left the guest room, closing the door behind him. His footsteps retreated back down the hall toward his own room.

Two days passed since speaking to Loki and he was still holing himself in his room. Neither you nor any Avenger saw him since you went to check on him on Saturday. His solitude began to worry you, which was peculiar given you barely even liked him. Nonetheless, you gathered the courage to approach his room again.

You knocked on the door. Like last time, twice, and then a pause before knocking three times.

“Loki?” you asked. No response.

“Hey, Loki. You in there?” You asked again.

Still nothing. You placed a hand on the doorknob and spoke once more. 

“Loki, I’m coming in now, okay? If you can hear me, you better make yourself decent.”

Slowly, you cracked the door open. Inside, sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor Loki had a collection of books strewn about, surrounding him. Some were open and some weren’t. A rather large tome rested in his lap. In the back, his bedsheets hung over the side of the bed and twisted all over the place. The light in the room was low and the curtains were drawn closed. The air was also quite chilly.

You entered and Loki looked up from his reading. His red eyes grew wild with anger. “Who told you you could come in here?”

“No one did,” you said. “I’m here to make sure you’re okay, which you clearly aren’t, as you’re still blue and this room is a mess.”

In a flash, Loki got up so that he was merely inches from you. He hovered over you with a menacing aura and his finger pointed to the door.

“Leave.”

“Fine, fuck you,” you said, crossing your arms. “If you don’t want my help then I’ll leave you here to suffer with your alien problems. Have fun, asshole.”

You turned on your heels and headed towards the door.

“Wait,” his tone deflated. Against all logic, you did. “I know I’m being an ass. Please forgive me, my agitation and aggression… it’s only becoming worse. I am not myself.”

You finally turned back around to face him. The god’s face scrunched up like he was in pain.

“Do you want my help or not?” you asked, still tensed up, expecting another outburst at any moment. “You’ve turned me away twice, and very rudely at that.”

“Yes, I know. I apologize.”

“Thank you,” you said, relaxing slightly. His words also surprised you since you didn’t think he had a single bone in him capable of apology.

An awkward silence befell the room as you awaited his response, but he just stood there. You also didn’t notice until now that Loki was quite underdressed. He had no shirt on and the only article that clothed him was a pair of forest green boxers.

“So?” You said. 

“So?”

You rubbed your temples. “So, what do you need help with? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”

“Yes, of course,” he said sheepishly. He bent down to scoop up the book he was reading. “You will understand my hesitation.”

You rolled your eyes. Was he just wasting your time?

Loki flipped through the heavy book. “The other night, after you came to speak with me, I traveled to Asgard. This affliction had to be explained in our library, and I went there expecting to find an answer and a way to cure myself. I was not going to be caught dead appearing to our healers in my Jotun form, so I came back here with as many books I could find on my race.”

“And did you find anything?”

His brow furrowed and he slammed the book shut. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?”

The god sighed out of frustration. “This… affliction I have is no illness. It is an aspect of Jotun pubescence. From reading I have learned that young Jotuns, boys and girls, when they leave childhood and begin to flower into adults they go into heat. I have not told you all of my symptoms. I have been agitated and angry, but most of all I have been incredibly frustrated… sexually.”

You blinked rapidly. “Oh…” You felt your face grow warm. “So you’re — you’re just really horny. But I’m confused, you’re obviously not going through puberty! …Right?”

He shook his head. “I hypothesize that because I spent most of my life unknowingly hiding my true form that perhaps my development as a Jotun was halted or delayed in some way, and it can hold back no longer.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding. “So then why don’t you just find a girl on Tinder or something? Or take care of it yourself?”

“I’ve tried the latter, it didn’t help and only made me angrier. As for finding a girl, I’m afraid that in this form I may hurt her.”

“In what way? You’re no different except your skin.”

“From what I’ve read, Jotun sex is very primal, animalistic. I may lose control of myself.”

“Oh.”

Loki sat down in a nearby chair and exhaled. His muscles flexed underneath the sapphire blue skin as he tried to get comfortable. It was alarming how suddenly intimate this situation with Loki was. He buried his face in his hands, his arms blue and veiny, his raven black hair cascading over his shoulders.

He was kind of beautiful. And you kind of felt bad for him.

“So having sex is the only way to get better?” you asked. 

You tried to shake off a shiver, the cold air in the room was beginning to get to you. You rubbed your arms to ward the goosebumps away.

“As far as I’ve read, yes, that is the only way.” He sounded tired. “Otherwise I may lose control of myself completely and do something that everyone regrets.”

“If that’s the case, what about Natasha?”

His face snapped up, eyes angry. You expected him to begin yelling again but the moment passed. “I am not interested in her, and I highly doubt she is in me. Though she would be a viable candidate considering she can hold her own, it is out of the question.”

“Are you interested in men at all?”

“Yes, but at the moment I crave a woman.”

The way he said it made something within you tingle. You hated yourself so much for what you would say next: “What about me?”

“You?” He stood up. 

The moment the words left your lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was definitely going to kick you out now, or yell, or maybe even laugh in your face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to volunteer yourself. Even though Loki was an asshole, you felt bad for him. Additionally, it’d been a while since you had a good go with someone and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t felt lonely the past few months. As men go, he’s not ideal, but he’s not the worst either. He also has several traits you find attractive in men: the dark flowing hair, the voice and accent, the cheekbones…

“I’m definitely not as skilled as Natasha. I’m no super Russian spy, but I do have S.H.I.E.L.D. training.” Stop talking, you told yourself.

“You,” he repeated again, approaching you. 

You froze in place – unsure what he would do – then relaxed when he simply reached out and cupped your face with his icy hand. His thumb rested between your ear and your jaw. You looked up to meet his gaze; his devilish, cool gaze. He was studying you. You blushed more.

A fist knocked on the door. Both you and Loki flinched.

“They can’t see me like this,” Loki whispered.

“Okay, okay, umm, get out of sight from the door.”

He did, and you ran to the door, barely creaking it open. Bruce was on the other side.

“Oh, I was expecting to see Loki,” the scientist said. “Is he still sick?”

“Yeah, I just brought him some soup,” you lied. “It’s pretty bad.”

Bruce looked over your shoulder. “Are you going to get sick being in there with him?”

“No, he said it’s not an illness that affects humans.”

His brow furrowed for a moment. “If you say so. Just let him know we’re going on a mission. Not sure when we’ll be back.”

“Okay,” you said.

He had a confused, skeptical look but excused himself. He ran back down the hallway and into the elevator, talking into his communicator to the other Avengers that he was on the way.

Phew. At least that’s dealt with. You shut the door and gave Loki the all clear.

“Um, where were we?” you asked.

“You volunteered yourself to have intercourse with me,” Loki said.

“Oh, yes,” you said, your blush coming back instantly. “That I did. Well, I still stand by it.”

“I thought about it and I appreciate the offer, but no. I cannot take the risk of hurting anyone.”

“So what are you going to do?” you asked.

“I will figure it out,” Loki said, resolute.

“Okay,” you replied, unconvinced. “If you change your mind or want my help with anything, just let me know. I’ll be upstairs going over my reports.”

He nodded. “I will.”

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You woke up on the couch in the penthouse with your reports and paperwork half in your lap, half scattered around the floor. The room was pitch dark except for the lights of New York City’s skyscrapers in the windows. You checked your phone, it read 11:57pm.

You weren’t supposed to sleep in Stark Tower but it happened a few times and no one ever really commented on it. You spent the entire day reading and filing reports, eating both lunch and dinner in the tower. Sometimes you had so much work or the work was so boring that you just dozed off in the middle of it. With your phone’s flashlight, you collected all your papers and set them in a stack on the nearest table. Then you remembered Loki.

When you spoke, it was sometime in the morning, and now it was nearly midnight. You wondered how he was doing. By his description, it sounded a lot like he was an animal in heat. Obviously, animals could go into heat and be fine if they didn’t find a mate, but Loki’s situation was obviously different and he was getting worse by the day. If he didn’t find a solution soon, how aggressive would he get? You felt certain that he only told you he would figure it out himself out of pride, or maybe embarrassment. It was definitely a strange circumstance, but if you were in his place you probably wouldn’t act much different.

As you thought about him and his predicament more, you felt your body grow warm. You couldn’t get him out of your head – his aggression, his vulnerability; then your mind went to how gentle he was, the soft caress of his skin against your face. The thought of his shirtless, blue form plagued your mind, the lean muscles of his abs and biceps. The red eyes that scared you yet lured you in… His cold breaths against your skin.

Ugh, now you were sexually frustrated. How did this happen, wanting Loki?

You got up from the couch to grab a drink of water. As you ran the water into the glass, a loud crash sounded below you, followed by a man’s scream.

You jumped, nearly dropping your glass on the counter. Some of the water splashed the front of your shirt.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, though you were fairly certain you knew.

You went downstairs to the room you suspected the commotion came from. 

“Loki?” you shouted as you pounded on the door. “Are you okay in there?”

The door flew open yet Loki was on the other end of the room, nowhere near it. It must have been his magic that opened it. The god’s back was to you and he breathed heavily, standing over his bookshelf and nightstand, both of which were toppled over. Books, papers, pens, a cup of water, and various knick knacks were all over the floor in an enormous mess.

“What happened?” you asked, taking in the scene before you.

“I lost control…” The god said. “I saw red and knocked the bookshelf over in my rage.”

“You’re getting worse, Loki. This isn’t good.”

“I was reading the rest of the books I borrowed from Asgard for an answer or even a hint as to how to conquer this. Nothing. Nothing! These books are all useless to me.” He kicked one of them and it slid across the wood floor until it hit the wall.

“Loki, it’s gonna be okay. Just take a deep breath,” you told him.

He straightened his back and did as you said. One deep breath in, one deep breath out. Afterward, he finally turned to face you.

“Better?” you asked.

“Hardly, but I did need that.”

“Like I said earlier, we can do it. If this is gonna make you go insane, then we can have sex if that’s what’s going to get you to calm down.”

“No!” He interjected. He looked like he was going to yell again but took a deep, shaky breath. “I said it before, I could injure you.”

“You’re one of the most disciplined people I know, I’m pretty sure you can get a handle on it. And remember, I have self-defense training. Wouldn’t you rather try than just lose your mind?”

“Urgh!” Loki groaned, holding his head in his hands. Was he… in pain? “I said it already! No. I do not trust myself in this state.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “Fine, Loki. I’ll leave you alone. Anyway, it’s past midnight right now and I’m not gonna go home at this point. I’m just gonna sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. If you change your mind and you need… sex, you know where to find me.”

He only grunted in response.

“Um, okay. Goodnight, then.”

As you exited Loki’s room, you closed the door behind you. His behavior was getting on your last nerve but you also felt relieved to get away because you were fairly certain your face was beet red again. You took one of the guest bedrooms on the same floor, just up the hall and closer to the elevator. You stripped yourself of everything except your shirt and underwear and settled into bed. Before you drifted off to sleep, your thoughts were invaded again by Loki. If he was going to literally die of sexual frustration, at least nobody could say that you didn’t try to save him. It was so odd seeing him like that, so vulnerable and irrational – it was the antithesis of his whole being; the god who commanded strength, logic, and control within himself.