#hot loki

Since moving into Avengers Tower last year after being rescued from HYDRA, you’ve developed close friendships with the main Avengers, loving to spend most of your time around Wanda or Natasha. They all knew that you didn’t handle well in public settings, talking with new people - hell, it was difficult to just talk to them sometimes, never mind people you’d never met before. 

You were settled into a room on the twenty-fifth floor, alongside Thor. It stayed that way for a while before Thor returned from Asgard one day with Loki on his arm. For Loki’s credit, he looked as pleased to be there as the Avengers were to see him there. You, on the other hand, stayed very quiet through the argument that came next, taking moments to just admire the new addition with curiosity. Something inside you told you that you weren’t supposed to be intimidated by the highly intimidating God before you. 

“But shouldn’t he be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D? Or- maybe whoever we are supposed to send him to should he return,” Steve was asking, your mind bringing you unwillingly back to the present, your eyes straying away from the man who appeared to be the person at fault for New York 2012. 

“If he is handed over to them, they will waste no time in attempting to experiment on him and his power,” Thor answered, his eyes serious and focused on not just Steve but everyone in the room, “Father has ordered his imprisonment here within the tower where we will keep him subdued. Should you turn him away, I am to find alternative lodgings.” 

The Avengers took a moment, unspoken arguments crossing around the room before Tony relented, hanging his head and uttering the damning words, “fine, give him the room next to yours, Thor.” 

Your admiration stopped within a millisecond. The room next to Thor’s was exactly opposite yours! Slowly, you slid down the sofa until you were fully laid down and silently groaned to yourself. Of course, you’re shacked with a Thunder God and his Godly terrorist brother.  

Following Loki’s sudden appearance within the tower, you spent more time avoiding the 25th floor. You avoided it as if it were the plague, going so far as to fall asleep in the common room of the tower just so that you wouldn’t be on the same floor as Loki.  

The God didn’t look happy when Thor forced him down to meals every day, claiming that getting Loki into such a routine would be good for his mental health and would help his ‘healing’. You watched every day as Loki sat opposite you, emerald eyes downcast and his posture closed off, unwanting of any attention. Perhaps, you thought, he was like you these days? 

You didn’t stick around long enough to actually find out if your theory was correct, however, as once you were done eating, you excused yourself and quickly fled to the library on the 16th floor. 

The library was your safe space away from the ruckus of the Avengers and their mission discussions, the quiet of the library calmed a part of you that you never realised needed to be calmed. Since you had woken up in your cell within the HYDRA base with no memory of your life before, your social skills had been severely affected, only opening up after weeks of people trying to get you to open up. 

Finding the library after being rescued by the Avengers shortly after the Sokovia incident was a breath of fresh air. From the moment you stepped into the two-floor library, Friday had made sure to play classic music as soon as you entered, easing the stress within you as you scoured the shelves. Since then, you have been happy to visit the library to escape the Avengers and lately; Loki. 

The sun shone through the floor-length windows as it reached its peak for the day, the warmth enveloping you as you happily walked through the multiple shelves, your fingers absently brushing against the spines. Perhaps I should try to bring someone here, you thought, recalling speaking with Wanda about the library and smiling at the fascination on her face at the prospect of advancing her magic through books Thor had brought from Asgard. 

~~ 

The silence reigned in the tower during meal times for weeks after Loki’s arrival, it was a statement that everybody was uncomfortable with the God being around. Loki, for the most part, seemed as if he didn’t give a shit about their opinions about him. You’d begun to differentiate his movements from the others, seeing how he got up to get his Asgardian tea prepared exactly three minutes after Banner had poured his coffee and walked away. How Loki would reach for a sandwich shortly after Barton had grabbed six of them, handing three to Natasha to prevent poisoning. How, even though he looked unbothered, there was that subtle glint of loneliness. 

~~ 

It had been weeks since your magic had surfaced, weeks since you’d been able to delve into somebody’s mind. Wanda had taught all of the Avengers how to block themselves mentally against your powers so that not only you could have a better night's sleep but so they could as well.  

However, you did not expect to fall into Loki’s dreams.  

One moment you were in your own dreams, the next you were standing in a golden throne room. You hid behind a pillar to avoid being discovered, fearing that you’d been snatched by someone. 

“What do you want?” there was a voice ahead of you, your view obstructed by the pillar you were hiding behind but when you peeked past it, you saw Frigga, Thor’s mother and therefore Loki’s too. She had a soft frown on her lips, her head tilted slightly as she approached her son, her hand reaching up to caress the terrorist’s cheek. 

Your heart stuttered in shock at the discovery. You hadn’t imagined Loki would allow someone close to him but then again, she was his mother, it made sense in a way. 

“I…” Loki began and your heart stuttered again but it wasn’t shock, it was a feeling you’d never felt before. You’d never heard his voice before other than the scary videos you were shown when you joined the Avengers, discovering their past. He sounded British, yet he was Norse along with Thor, then again, Thor had a sort of Australian accent when you focused enough. 

“I want my brother back,” Loki admitted, his head hung, vulnerability radiating off his body language as he admitted the weakness to his mother. You watched as Frigga’s face swiftly changed into an understanding smile before pulling him in for a hug. Still, Loki continued, his voice coated with grief, “I’m alone there, Mother, I do not want to be alone.” 

“It was better than the punishment Odin had planned for you, Loki,” Frigga whispered, her eyes shining with tears, “infinitely so.” 

You took in a sharp breath and that was all it took for Loki’s sharp eyes to meet yours and the room disappeared, replaced with a bedroom that looked almost identical to yours in Avengers Tower.  

“What are you doing here?” Loki snapped, his eyes hardened and his guard back up. He studied every fraction of your face, looking for the malice he knew you’d have, looking for the blackmail to begin, looking for the taunting. Yet, he found nothing. 

Since his arrival, he had taken note of your presence, never once considering you’d be anything like the Witch or Vision. Yet here you stood, in his dreams. Loki grimaced as you stayed silent, his head tilting ever so slightly, mimicking Frigga’s previous actions. “Answer me,” he snapped after a few moments, annoyed by your ignorance. 

You trembled as you stared up into Loki’s eyes, your nerves taking control of your body and preventing you from speaking up. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the wet tear tracks that slid down his face, shining in the light that was coming in from the open curtains. Then your eyes fell to Loki’s decorated tunic, noting the hints of gold woven into the threads and the green accents everywhere.  

“You’re staring, pet,” Loki purred, stepping closer to you, intrigue apparent in his features. He’d never seen someone take this much interest in his appearance before. Sure, he’d had wenches back in Asgard to quench his need but never had they admired him the way this girl was doing. It stirred something in Loki, a challenge.  

You stammered, attempting to find a way to plead your case before realising it was futile. You wouldn’t be able to find any way to explain this, not with your tongue being tied and your fears rising. So, instead of speaking, you snapped away from his dreams and sat upright in bed. 

Brushing a hand through your hair, you took a deep breath before retreating into your bathroom. Since it was the early hours of the morning, you’d abuse the silence of the tower and roam how you wanted. 

As you left the room, you were unaware of the emerald green eyes following you from the doorway of the room opposite your own.  

You seemed to run into Loki a lot more after accidentally stumbling into his dreams a month ago. Whenever you’d step into the library, your eyes would be drawn to the floor-length windows where Loki was lying on the sofa with a book in hand, lazily turning pages. He gave you no mind, he didn’t even acknowledge you were there yet you still felt his eyes on you constantly. 

He was in the gym when you were trying to get some training done. Dressed in just a simple tunic and pants, going up against Steve, he looked the epitome of the female gaze. His hair was pulled back in a bun and his tunic was slightly wet with sweat. You huffed, trying your best not to get distracted by the alluring God fighting against the supersoldier but damn you couldn’t help getting a few glances at that ass. Definitely Asgard’s ass, you thought to yourself with an amused grin.  

“Y/N!” Steve called from the ring, running over to the edge as you turned to stare at him, your eyes wandering over his shoulder to meet Loki’s heated gaze and your body warmed, alight with need and interest but physically unable to say anything. 

“Yeah Steve?” you spoke up quickly, your eyes quickly shifting to meet Steve’s again. 

“Spar with Loki, I need a break,” the soldier spoke. He said it so casually, as if he wasn’t condemning you to at least fifteen minutes of torture in the ring with the object of your desires. Then again, Steve seemed to be oblivious to all the sexual tension happening within the Avengers. He didn’t even know about Wanda and Vision until he saw them kissing in the breakfast room! 

You sighed and nodded, getting into the ring and facing Loki. The God’s lips quirked up into a half-smirk as he took you in, his eyes hungrily roving over your body. The tank top you wore barely hid the sports bra below it, your leggings clinging to your legs sparking an interest deep in his abdomen. You drove him mad. You hadn’t visited his dreams since that night but damn, you haunted them still! 

“Are you ready, darling?” Loki purred, his voice sinking deep into your bones as he flexed his muscles, grinning to himself when he watched your eyes wander down his form, “you’re staring, Y/N.” 

Your body jerked up straight, freezing with nerves as you were caught in the act before you shook your head and got into position. 

Sparring with Loki brought out that inner calm that you didn’t know you had. Your mind was always whirring with ‘what if’ scenarios, pulling you under the waves if you allowed yourself to think about it for too long. Inside the ring, mirroring Loki’s movements, keeping eye contact and ignoring the hammering of your heart, you felt more like yourself than you had for years.  

When Loki grabbed you and pushed you to the floor, arousal streaked through your body as you were held firmly beneath him, his emerald eyes searing into your own, your heart racing and your mind racing a mile a minute trying to find a way that this can be explained platonically. He was just fighting you, he didn’t want a real reaction, totally not!  

Loki, for the most part, kept his attraction to you a secret but as you became a true competitor for him in the ring, he licked his lips at the challenge and eagerly fought back. When he pinned you to the mat, he saw the spark of arousal in your eyes and his grin morphed into a smirk. “TKO, darling,” he whispered seductively, watching your eyes flutter before you seemed to come back to yourself, bring yourself to your feet and scurry away. 

From behind him, Loki heard a groan and he chuckled to himself. “Is there a problem, Agent Romanoff?” he asked with a pleased hint to his voice, rolling his head and groaning at the satisfying cracks that could be heard. 

“Whatever you’re doing to her, Loki, I suggest you stop,” Romanoff warned, her eyes aflame as she stared at the God of Mischief, “she’s a good asset.” 

Innocently, Loki flashed a smirk at Romanoff before striding out of the training room, his bag and towel following after him surrounded by a green glow. 

~~ 

After  that, no matter where you were; somehow Loki was too! 

Even if you’d checked that he was in his room before heading out anywhere, he just appeared and soured your day. Well – not really, but you acted like it did. In the library, the gym, the kitchens or even out in the city as you got very stir crazy. 

Now, you're back in your quarters and you get your first real chance to relax for a moment with Loki constantly following you around. After a rough day, your mind is going a mile a minute as you go through all the different ways he's interacted with you lately. Sure, he could just be friendly and interested in getting to know someone new, but the way he looked at you... the way his eyes locked onto yours... was there something more? You refused to believe it. Loki, the God of Mischief, could never be attracted to you. 

Now that you had a moment to think, your stomach growled and you sighed at the realisation that you'd need to step out of your room yet again to get food. You could order but the temptation to get pizza or McDonald's would be too strong. Clicking the lock of your door, you stepped out into the dark hallway and made haste to the kitchens three floors below. Only when the elevator doors dinged open, you were greeted with the heated green gaze of the one God you did not want to see right now. 

"Loki," you whispered in shock before calming your racing heart and stepping into the elevator, pressing the 16th floor button, "how convenient that you are here." 

He flashes that grin at you that always seems to make your heart skip a beat. Loki casually leans against the opposite wall of the elevator and gazes at you with those enchanting emerald eyes. "Hardly, I just needed food. I suspect you did too?" he asks with that slight smirk.  

"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing, darling," he adds. His smile shifts slightly at your blush, that blush that is totally just a natural response and not from him teasing you at all. 

You stammered as the elevator descended. Those three floors feeling as if they take an eternity to get past in order to get to the common area. It wasn't really a nice outfit you were wearing, in all honesty. Just simple green joggers and a black shirt. Something you'd simply thrown on to venture downstairs. You weren't aware that you were wearing Loki's favourite colours, didn't know that you were blatantly displaying your affections for him through your clothing.  

"Thank you," you murmured so you didn't seem rude, hugging your arms before you gazed up at him and the red that tinted your cheeks deepened when you saw that Loki had not once looked away from you, even if you'd turned your head to the ground. 

He stares at you, trying to hide a grin at your evident embarrassment. He likes seeing you blush, and your shy nature certainly makes it easy to do so. Loki decides that he will have a little fun with this. "Tell me, darling," he asks. "Do you happen to like the colour green?" he asks, keeping that smile on his face, just waiting to see your reaction. 

Oblivious to the double meaning to his words, you eagerly nodded and grabbed at your joggers, proudly displaying them to the God of Mischief.  

"Yeah," you gushed, a goofy grin on your lips that pulled at Loki's heart, your eyes full of innocent pride, "always has been a favourite, always will be." 

He raises an eyebrow at you, his smile growing slightly with that innocent pride you have for what you're wearing. Loki decides to play along with your innocence and go to the next step. 

 "Why, darling," he says, his voice full of mock surprise. "You're not trying to signal that you like me, are you?" 

Heat once again rushed to your cheeks at the suggestion. Why would he ask that? Where had that ever been a signal that you liked him? Unless... no- it couldn't be. You remembered a conversation from months ago, Thor had suggested that women who wore red would always be seen as representing him in a way with their colour. Did Loki hold that belief too? 

Loki watches the way you react with great interest, and is amused by that adorable blush of yours. 

"Oh, darling," he replies. "I simply love a woman who knows how to show off their affection for a man. It's the ultimate form of respect." 

His expression shifts slightly, and he takes a small step closer to you. "What, does this little outfit you're wearing mean that you think of me so much that you don't mind the chance that others might see as you trying to court me?" he asks in a playful tone. 

"I- I- I didn't mean to-" you stammered; your cheeks flushed bright red by now yet again - though you supposed they'd never stopped being so since entering the elevator-. Your pride for your outfit faded, replaced by nervousness and a little bit of arousal for the God before you. His gaze seared into your soul, laid you bare before him, helpless to even process the fact that the elevator had long since stopped, the emergency stop button being pressed by Loki minutes ago. 

"You didn't mean to?" the God asks, feigning innocence despite knowing exactly the effect he's having on you. He takes another small step closer, still keeping that charming grin on his face as he looks at you with those enchanting eyes.  

 His hand comes up to your throat, and he leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "Maybe you should come back to my room, darling," he says in a soft voice, as if that suggestion is the most natural thing in the world. 

Your eyes widened in shock, your body trembling as if processed his request. He said it so naturally! How could he say that so casually?! So many questions raced through your mind as you stared up at him, your lip trembling as you struggled to find words to portray the whirlwind in your mind. Suddenly you realised you were trapped in this elevator with Loki for who knows how long, and you were ultimately playing a game of cat and mouse with the God of Mischief.  

"I don't- I can't- we- we're partners, Loki, what will the others think?" you whispered, trying to hard to shy away from the handsome God before you. 

He grins at you, amused at the sudden confusion you're feeling. He leans in even closer, his warm breath on your ear as he slowly leaned in closer to you. "Who cares what the others think?" he whispers. "They don't matter. Only we matter here. Don't you want me, darling?" he asks, his voice husky and full of the most hypnotic desire.  

 Loki's breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, lost in your beauty. "Give in... we have both waited too long, have we not?" he whispers. 

Biting your lip, you tried one last time to shy away from his affections but your movement was prevented by a large hand encompassing your throat and pulling you closer to him and soft lips were pressed to your own. Shock rippled through your body as you took in this sudden action before your mind became quiet and you melted into the kiss. 

He holds you close, a passionate grip with one of his arms wrapped around you so that you can feel the warmth of his body and his muscles as your lips mingle with his. 

As he pulls back from the kiss, Loki is visibly panting. "I can feel your heartbeat, darling," he whispers. "You like my presence all the more." You can't deny it. Loki seems to make your heart jump even more now. 

"I have wanted..." you hesitated, shame filling your body at the realisation that Loki had at least been interested in you for a while and you'd be avoiding him. "Since you came here, I have been intrigued by you then... one day... it was feelings and then... I tried to hide it," you whispered with a soft laugh, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze. 

Loki wraps you in a warm embrace, running his hands over your hair. "Darling, you're so adorable. Why ever would you try and hide this from me?" he asks, looking directly into your eyes. "Let me show you just how interested I am in you." 

 Loki's eyes shift to something you hadn't expected: hunger. His eyes were always beautiful, but now they were filled with raw desire. And it was focused entirely on you. 

Food forgotten, you pressed the button for your floor and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, awaiting the arrival of your floor four floors above you. 

"We're waiting until the time disturbance is resolved," she answered coolly, hoping her voice didn’t betray how much his presence got under her skin. "I thought patience was a virtue for a god."

Loki chuckled softly, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to fill the room. "Patience I have, my dear. But not when there’s so much... more interesting ways to pass the time." His gaze wandered slowly over your body—not in a crude way but with a dangerously refined touch that made her catch her breath.

She felt her stomach tighten—from frustration, from desire, from a mix of both. "You'll have to get bored, Loki," she murmured, but even she knew the words sounded hollow. Every moment spent in this cabin made it harder to maintain the wall between them.

"Bored?" Loki stood, coming closer slowly. His steps were eerily quiet, yet it felt as if he filled the room with every movement. He stopped right in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "I don't think we'll get bored that easily."

His scent—a heady mixture of leather, magic, and something unfathomable—wrapped around her like a heavy shroud. He seemed to saturate the air with his presence, and she could feel her heart pounding uncontrollably faster. Loki tilted his head slightly, his eyes piercing through her as if he could effortlessly see into the most hidden corners of her mind. The heat emanating from him was palpable. How could he burn so intensely when she knew he was, in truth, a frost giant? The contradiction was as seductive as it was confusing.

"Or are you afraid?" he whispered, his voice a silky, seductive murmur that sent tingles down her nerves. "Afraid that you're not as untouched by me as you think?"

A shiver ran down her spine as goosebumps involuntarily spread across her body. Her legs pressed together slightly, almost reflexively, as her body betrayed the unspoken words in a way she couldn't control. She barely noticed how her lips parted slightly—not until she saw Loki's gaze slowly drift to her mouth. That's when she realized it, feeling caught.

Quickly, she straightened up, trying to put distance between them, though the cramped space of the cabin made it nearly impossible. "I'm not afraid, Trickster," she replied with a voice that was meant to sound more solid than it felt. The uncertainty weighed heavily in her chest, but she couldn't show it to him.

Loki laughed quietly, his mocking, dark laughter filled the room like an invisible hand wrapping around her throat—just gently enough not to be suffocating, but still dominant.

"Then why do you try to stay away from me?" Loki's voice was like a dark, velvety whisper that pierced the air between them. "Almost as if you're afraid of what I might do to you... or even more, what I could make you feel." His eyes slid shamelessly over her body as if absorbing every reaction, every tiny movement she couldn't suppress.

Involuntarily, she pressed her legs together again, a weak attempt to tame the rising heat within her. But it was futile. The arousal grew inside her, pulsing through her veins, and there was no escape. Not in this room, not in this closeness, not with him.

She swallowed hard, ignoring the lump in her throat, and tried to widen the gap between them. Her heart raced as she tried to squeeze past him, away from his presence that acted like a magnet on her. But just as she thought she could escape, his hand shot forward and closed firmly around her wrist. With a fluid movement, he pulled her against him, her back gently colliding with his chest. The heat from his body enveloped her, even though it still seemed absurd to her that the frost giant could be so blisteringly warm.

"Why don't you admit that you want me just as much as I want you?" His voice was now right in her ear, deep and vibrating, as his hand slid along her arm and gently settled on her hip. "You're so good at controlling everything, Agent... but not with me, are you?"

She could feel every contour of his chest against her back, his breath brushing her hair and tickling her skin. Her body reacted involuntarily to his proximity, the rising arousal could no longer be ignored. Her pulse was racing, and though she tried to remain calm, every nerve in her body was focused on him, like an invisible force pulling her deeper into his proximity.

"Loki..." Her own breath was shallow, and her voice was shaky as she tried to say something—anything—to regain her control. But there it was again, that overwhelming tension between them. His fingers trailed slowly down her side, just lightly enough to drive her crazy. She could feel the walls of her defense crumbling under his touch.

"Say it, Agent." His grip tightened, though not painfully. Just demanding. "Tell me you want me. Let it happen."

She bit her lip, her heartbeat so loud in her ears that it drowned out the rest of the world. Loki's breath was hot on her neck, as if every move he made was deliberately aimed at driving her further into the abyss. The way his fingers playfully stroked over her hip—gentle but full of promise—made her knees weak. She couldn't deny it—not anymore.

"Loki..." Her breath caught, and as she spoke his name, she felt her voice tremble with the arousal he evoked in her. A dangerous, self-satisfied smile crept onto his face, even though she couldn’t see him—she felt it in the way his hands rested on her body, in how his grip on her hip tightened.

"Yes?" he whispered, his lips so close to her ear that his breath grazed her, sending shivers down her spine. "Say it, or shall I show you?"

She couldn’t answer—or perhaps she didn’t want to. She was no longer sure what she was feeling, apart from this unbearable attraction that nearly brought her to her knees. Her body was already reacting uncontrollably, as if her mind was too slow to stop the flood of desire Loki had awakened in her. She felt his hands gripping her more tightly, one of them slowly sliding over her belly, leaving little space between them.

"You want it—I know you do," he whispered, his voice now deeper, raspier, almost a growl. "You're strong, Agent, but you're not strong enough to resist."

His grip on her hip loosened for a moment, only to then press her suddenly against the nearest wall. Her back hit the cool, rough surface, and the mixture of the cold wall and the heat of his body standing right in front of her was overwhelming. Loki stood so close that she could feel his breath on her lips as his eyes bore into hers, as if he wanted to pull out every hidden thought, every reluctant desire.

"Say it," he demanded once again, this time with more urgency. His hand now rested directly on her thigh, and she could feel the heat seeping through the fabric of her clothes. "Tell me you want me."

Her mind screamed against it, forbidding her to admit what had long become obvious, but her body had already made the decision. Her lips parted before she could think, and she whispered, almost reluctantly, "I... want you."

A triumphant spark flashed in Loki’s eyes as he heard her say it, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along. "I thought so," he murmured, his voice a dangerous, silky purr as he leaned in slowly. His lips brushed hers gently, almost provocatively, and it was enough to break the last of her control.

The world around her disappeared as he deepened the kiss, demanding and hungry, as if he wanted to release the weeks of unspoken desire in this moment. His hands explored her body with an intensity, an almost possessive passion, and she felt herself letting go of everything—every doubt, every resistance.

Loki lifted her effortlessly, her legs instantly wrapping around his hips as if they were made to hold him tightly. The moment his hard erection pressed against her center, she gasped for breath. A deep, hot pull spread through her lower abdomen as the desire washed over her like a wave. The heat between her legs grew more intense, and she could feel the moist tingling spreading through her body.

A quiet, uncontrolled moan escaped her throat, barely audible but unmistakable. Her hips moved slightly, seeking more of the seductive friction that grew stronger with every movement. Loki held her tightly, his fingers digging lightly into her hips as he pulled her closer to him, so tightly that she could feel every contour of his erection against her sensitive center.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice deep and laced with self-satisfied darkness. His lips hovered just millimeters from hers, while his eyes locked onto her with untamed intensity. He could feel her wetness, barely hidden by the thin layers of fabric, and a dangerous smile played on his lips as he pressed her body against his.

Her breath became shallow as he pressed even closer, the hardness of his erection unyielding against her heat. The friction was unbearably sweet, each movement making her tremble more, and she couldn’t stop her hips from moving toward him, seeking, yearning. Her entire body was a burning tension that could only be released by him.

"Tell me what you want," Loki whispered in a rough, soft voice that hung in the air like a dark promise. His lips slowly glided from hers down to her neck, where he teased her skin with gentle yet deliberate kisses. Each of his kisses left a slight burning sensation on her skin, and when he gently sank his teeth into her neck, an inevitable moan escaped her lips. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her head tilted slightly to the side, giving him more space to mark her, to completely possess her.

"Loki..." Her whisper was barely a breath, her voice broken by desire. She could hardly think clearly as his tongue gently traced over the sensitive spot he had just marked with a kiss. Her body reacted as if in a trance, the hunger for him, for what he could give her, burned inside her like a fire consuming her from within.

"You... deep inside me..." Her words came out quietly, hoarse, and full of need. It wasn’t a request, but an undeniable need that she could no longer suppress. The inhibitions that had held her back at the beginning were long gone, like smoke in the wind. She pressed her hips against him, rubbing against his groin and feeling the hard pulse of his erection against her center, hot and demanding. Another shiver ran through her, her nerves on fire as she pressed closer to him, her body burning for more.

She didn’t know what had come over her, as if something dark and unexpected had awakened inside her—something only he could unleash. But she didn’t care. She needed him now, right here. The lust he had ignited in her was overwhelming, every touch from him electrified her. Her thoughts blurred as her body responded uncontrollably to the tension that grew stronger with each movement.

Loki sensed the change in her, saw how her gaze darkened, her eyes half-closed as her hips pressed further against him. A deep, satisfied smile spread across his face as he pulled her even closer. "You can have that, Agent..." His breath was hot on her neck, and his hands slid demandingly over her back, holding her in place as his hips shifted forward slightly, giving her a taste of what was to come.

Her body trembled under his touch, every nerve on edge as her longing turned into a burning desire that could only be satisfied by his full attention.

Loki held her firmly, his hands gliding over her back as if he were completing the art of a masterpiece. With one fluid motion, he let her slide back onto her feet, though he kept her body close to his, his lips still near her neck. Every breath he took seemed to make her skin tingle. With a quick, practiced motion, he loosened the clasp of her clothing, and the fabric slipped effortlessly from her shoulders.

Her skin tingled as the cool air of the room touched her, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Loki's hands. He observed her as if he were soaking in every movement, every breath. "Let me see..." he murmured, his voice deep and filled with pure, undisguised desire.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to remove his armor and the rest of her own clothing. But her impatience grew, and her hands became more restless, more demanding. Loki noticed, a mocking, almost dangerous smile spreading across his lips before he gently but firmly grabbed her wrists.

"Slowly, my dear," he murmured, as if he controlled time itself. "We have all the time in the world."

Yet those words didn’t match the way his hands moved with increasing urgency. He pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it glide down her arms and over her body until it fell to the floor, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her bare skin. His gaze traveled slowly over her body, and she could see the fire in his eyes, which made her almost burn under the intensity of his attention.

Her own hands trembled with desire as she finally began to remove his clothing. Layer by layer fell away from him until he too stood, clad only in the dark aura of power that always surrounded him. His body, firm and perfect, pressed against hers, his hardness painfully evident.

For a moment, they paused, both feeling the tension vibrating between them, almost tangible in the air. Her fingers gently traced over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin, and a soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed her once again against the wall. The rough coldness of the stone contrasted sharply with the heat of his body, which was firmly against hers.

With one smooth motion, he spread her legs apart and lifted her again, her bare thighs wrapping once more around his hips. This time, there was nothing between them—no barrier, no clothing. She could feel every pulsing movement, every nuance of his arousal as it pressed demandingly against her center. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, and her fingernails lightly dug into his shoulders as her body unrelentingly craved more.

"Loki..." She breathed his name like a plea, her voice trembling with desire. Her hips moved almost instinctively against him, the heat between her legs growing uncontrollably, and she felt the wetness overwhelm her.

"Say it again," he murmured, his lips barely brushing her skin while his hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him. His breath was hot and uneven, and she could feel how his own self-control was slowly slipping.

"I want you," she whispered, her words escaping before she even knew she was speaking. Her entire body yearned to feel his hardness inside her, to have him so deep within her that there was no separation between them. She could no longer bear the tension, the pulling in her lower abdomen, which had turned into pure, unbridled lust.

Loki growled softly, his grip on her hips tightening, becoming more demanding. He straightened up, and in one smooth, fluid motion, he entered her deeply, his hardness filling her completely. A loud moan escaped her as the wave of ecstasy hit her, and her head fell back as she surrendered herself entirely to him.

Loki held her firmly in his grip, his hands on her hips as he pulled her even closer to him. His hardness was deep within her, filling her to the edges of her perception, and she could feel every single muscle in her body reacting to the unbearable tension. He paused for a moment, letting her feel the pressure, the depth of his penetration, before he began to move in slow, controlled motions, pulling out of her only to thrust back in with unrelenting force.

A sharp gasp left her lips, her body trembling with lust as he pressed her tightly against him. His thrusts were deep and steady, but he controlled every movement with a dominance that overwhelmed her. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, and she knew he was restraining his strength, but still demanding. Her legs trembled around his hips, her nails scratching over his shoulders as she held onto him, her senses lost in the flood of desire and ecstasy he unleashed in her.

"You belong to me," Loki murmured, his voice hoarse as he thrust deep into her again. His breath was hot in her ear, his lips just millimeters from her neck as he continued to push her further against the wall—physically and mentally. "Say it."

Her lips parted, but all that escaped was a quiet moan, her thoughts too jumbled to form clear words. But that only seemed to spur him on. He thrust harder into her, his pace quickening, each thrust bringing her closer to the brink of madness. "Say it," he repeated, this time more demanding, his voice now darker, filled with his own desire.

"I..." Her voice broke as another thrust took her breath away. The intensity with which he moved inside her made her thoughts blur, and all she could feel was his hardness, the heat of his body, and the overwhelming waves of pleasure rising within her. "I belong to you," she finally gasped, her words filled with devotion and desire.

A triumphant smile flickered on his lips, and he immediately rewarded her with another deep, painfully sweet thrust that nearly made her cry out in ecstasy. "Good," he murmured, his voice now darker, deeper, almost a growl. "You will be mine—completely."

His grip on her hips tightened, almost possessively, as he continued to thrust into her, his movements hard and dominant, as if he wasn’t just claiming her body, but also her mind. Her senses blurred under the intensity of his dominance, each thrust causing her control to crumble further until she was nothing more than a puppet in his hands, completely surrendered yet craving more.

"Loki..." She called his name, her voice trembling as she fought against the overwhelming force of his thrusts, but her body yielded more and more to him, a burning desire growing deep within her, a fire only he could extinguish.

The intensity of Loki's thrusts increased, and with each insistent push, her senses lit up, while she drifted deeper into a heady ecstasy. Her thoughts became more clouded, and all that mattered was the rhythm of his body, the seductive play of his movements, which unrelentingly pulled her closer to the edge of desire.

"That’s it, my dear," he growled, his voice a seductive snarl. "Let go and give yourself to me." His words were like magic, drawing her deeper into the intoxicating sensation. She felt her body respond to every movement of his, every touch, every thrust that resonated deeply within her, igniting a burning desire in her core.

The heat in her abdomen grew overwhelming, and she couldn’t ignore the building pressure any longer. Her body was consumed by the fiery need rising within her, fueled by Loki's unceasing rhythm. She pressed herself against him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as she sought to maximize the intensity of his thrusts, craving the impending wave of pleasure that was about to erupt within her.

"Loki… I… I can’t…," she gasped, her voice filled with both desire and desperation. The pressure in her stomach became unbearable, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body, and the next wave seemed ready to overwhelm her.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice deep and demanding, and that was the trigger she needed. With one final deep thrust, she felt the world around her disappear. The climax hit her like a massive tsunami—a rush of pure pleasure flooding her body.

A loud moan escaped her lips as the waves of ecstasy gripped her and sent her soaring. Her body tensed, shook, and arched against him as she gave in to the moment completely. "Loki!" she screamed as the orgasm overwhelmed her, plunging her into indescribable depths of pleasure.

He felt her tightening around him, her body clenching, pulling him deeper into the flood of desire. "Yes, just like that…" he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction as he remained buried deep within her, synchronizing his rhythm with the waves of her orgasm.

He was consumed by the knowledge that he had driven her to the edge, that she had surrendered herself fully in this moment of pure pleasure. That arousal, the feeling of complete control, and the intensity they shared brought him close to his own peak.

With each deep thrust that pushed her further into a state of ecstasy, he felt the waves of lust begin to overtake him as well. Her body trembled beneath him, her movements becoming more erratic.

Loki felt his climax building as she spurred him on with her desire. Her cries and moans were like music to his ears. The waves of pleasure she had just experienced seemed to transfer to him, and with one final, deep thrust that brought them both to the edge of their control, he tumbled over the brink.

"Yes, just like that..." he muttered as he climaxed, letting out a desperate, intoxicated groan as the ecstasy flooded his body like fireworks. He felt her tighten around him, she pressed herself against him as if she wanted to hold onto him forever as their bodies united in one final, intense moment of shared pleasure.

As the waves of desire subsided, Loki gently let her slide back to the floor, still holding her close. Her breath was ragged, and she closed her eyes as she basked in the afterglow of their intense experience. But as she lingered in the fleeting happiness of the moment, she didn’t notice Loki watching her—his gaze filled with satisfaction and power.

"You were perfect," he whispered, and there was an undertone in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. She opened her eyes and saw how he stared at her as if she were a prized possession he had just added to his collection.

"I…" she began, but her words trailed off into nothing as she struggled to gather her thoughts, which were spinning in her head. It was a confusing mix of fulfillment and uncertainty, and she didn’t know how to face him.

"You’ve given me exactly what I wanted," he said, and his smile was mischievous, almost challenging. "But how much can you really trust me?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, the lump in her throat making it hard to continue speaking. Something in his tone made an uneasy feeling rise in her stomach. "You… You’re responsible for this."

His smile didn’t fade as he spoke. "You’re now part of my game, and I will own you in my own way for as long as I want."

Shock shot through her, and her thoughts swirled chaotically. She was still aware of the intensity of her arousal, of the passion they had just shared, and the idea that he had controlled all of it made her chest feel heavy.

"You’re not just another adventure for me," he added, his voice now deeper, more penetrating. "You’re part of something greater, and I won’t let you go so easily."

His words pierced her heart like a cold wind. She wanted to turn away, to flee from this web of manipulation, but a part of her was still trapped in the overwhelming desire he had unleashed in her.

"There’s no escape from this game, Y/N. You’re already a part of it," he murmured, his eyes glowing with conviction and power.

The reality of his words sank in, and as she tried to clear her thoughts, she knew deep down that what had happened between them wasn’t just a one-time event. Loki wasn’t an ordinary man; he was a god, and the manipulation he had exerted over her was just the beginning of a game she couldn’t win.

Your searching hands clawed at his naked back as he pressed you against the glass wall of the lift. Floor disappeared below, winding higher as you moaned into his open mouth.

“Come on…” he muttered, eyes flashing with mischief before yanking you out the open elevator doors and around the corner towards his rooms. His sanctuary. He strode ahead, making you teeter on your heels as you tried in vain to keep up. With an impatient growl, he spun - lifting you effortlessly around his hips. You gasped, a giggle escaping as his features retained their set determination. “You were taking too long. As usual. ” he growled, taking several more strides before slamming your back against his front door.

Loki’s hand at your back blanketed the impact as his lips ravenously enveloped your own. The god’s tongue swept inside your mouth, a mewl sneaking from your throat as you turned to messy putty beneath his possessive wiles. Somewhere, there was a low beep. The door fell open. Loki stumbled inside, holding you steady with one strong arm. His tongue never left your mouth as you groaned against him, his furiously hard cock pressing eagerly against your inner thigh. Reluctantly, he lowered you the floor, spinning you gently to face the room beyond the entryway. You gaped, taking in the lavish dark furnishings you had only imagined as you touched yourself beneath your bedsheets in the dead of night. Thick velvet curtains hung closed against the windows; green, of course. The scent of rich mahogany filled the air, shy curls of smoke wafting from dozens of candles set on the bookshelves which lined the living room. A fireplace that you were entirely sure wasn't to code suddenly roared to life in the corner. To your right, you could just see a sliver of a majestic bed-frame through the crack of a door. Looking back to the room at hand, you suddenly realised you had company. Of sorts. Nine mannequins were placed in a semi-circle at the far corner of the room, giving them the look of some sort of macabre council. Loki’s warm breath fanned your ear as he stooped to speak, noting your interest. “Do they bring back fond memories, darling?” he purred, making you shiver. The wetsuit, the biker ensemble, the kilt, the fencing pants, the captain’s uniform, the slutty caftan, the Tudor king, the wolf fur, the holy vestments – they were all here. “I thought you would appreciate a reminder of our journey together on this auspicious occasion.” he whispered slowly, measuring your reaction. You giggled, throwing a glance over your shoulder before moving towards them to investigate. “What would you have done with these if I’d not...you know, done what I did downstairs?” “Burn them, obviously.” “Obviously.” you replied dryly, pinching the edges of the wetsuit and running your fingers down thoughtfully. It feels like so long ago. “Although I was quietly confident that my masterplan would yield fruit.” he smirked, perching elegantly on the armrest of hi sofa. “Master-plan...” you scoffed derisively, gravitas quashed by the unshakeable grin stretched across your face. “Keep telling yourself that, Laufeyson.” Minutes passed as you inspected each piece while Loki watched in silence, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I thought I would allow you a choice of attire for us to consummate our truce.” he said, slowly rising and circling behind as you paused in front of the ravaged kilt hanging on its holder. "Truce? How romantic." you murmured sarcastically, hearing the tap of his dress shoes against the mahogany floor. The mannequins were an exact replica of Loki’s frame, you realised, running your hand down the rough woollen sash. You shivered, remembered the sight of his war-stained features surfacing between your spread thighs on the wet battlements. Loki’s hips pressed against your ass, his hard stomach moulding to the shape of your spine as he loomed behind you. “Can’t you see which one I’d choose, the whole mindreading-whatever-it-is?” you said absent-mindedly, snapping a long strap of the fencing pants for effect. Loki chuckled. “Oh, that." Loki drawled. "With some difficulty, I fashioned an enchantment so that I cannot see too deeply. I have cut myself off, as it were. It is only an aura of your mood that I have access to – and nothing to be done about that. Unless your love for me wanes, of course.” You turned, unable to disguise your shock. “What?! Since when?” Loki's features twisted in an apologetic grimace. “At the faire...I began to delve too deeply. I knew that you did not approve, I felt...guilty." He paused, surprised at his own revelation. "Was I wrong?” he added, brows slanted. “No I just…” you started sheepishly, biting your lip. Your eyes widened. “But some of the things you said in Rome, the little comments, the-” “About you wanting me, you mean?” Loki scoffed gently. He shook his head. “Any fool could see that, darling. My brother, for one.” You turned away, closing you eyes as you tried to process how unbearably in love with him you were. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest. He really is full of surprises. “You could have told me.” you said with a feigned air of annoyance, fingering the intricate embroidery of the sheer caftan. “And lose my advantage in our little tirades? I think not, Agent.” Loki purred, eyes burning with mischief. “Besides, I do not need magical abilities to read you.” You could feel his soundless approach, the warmth of his bare chest inches from your back. “Now choose, please.” he whispered, a wandering hand slipping around your waist. Your palm slid up his cheekbone from behind, pressing him against the crook of your neck. “I don’t need a costume, Loki” you whispered, turning. “I just need you.” The god chuckled into your hair. “Are you sure they didn’t help pave the way to your heart? I thought it would be...romantic.” You rolled your eyes. “Well they didn’t hurt.” You ran your eyes down the white captain’s uniform pressed neatly against its mannequin. “But really…” you said, sliding your palm over Loki’s shoulders. “I just want you, Loki. All of you.” The god’s brow furrowed, a bob in his throat as his mind fought to catch up. “I see.” he managed to say, catching on his tongue. There was a pause, as Loki’s stare searched yours. “Is it really so hard to believe?” you said, cupping his jaw. “That I love you?” Loki nodded once, his gaze lowered, lashes spread in a perfect fan against his skin.

“Why?” you whispered, knowing the answer. But it seemed important that he say it. He swallowed.

“You must understand I have never been most people’s favourite person. In this realm or any other. ” he said bitterly, avoiding your eyes as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Anyone’s favourite person, in truth. To be loved. It is rather a strange concept to me.” His eyeline staggered upwards, reluctantly meeting your gaze. “But I am trying.” “I know. I’m sorry about all the red stuff – the dress was an accident but the bra and the g-string I didn’t know-” Loki’s finger pressed to your lips. “Do not apologise.” he murmured. “Just promise me that you shall not lie with him when you tire of me.” You couldn’t help the gasp of laughter that erupted against his finger. “Tire of you?” you choked. “I don’t think that’s likely.” Loki raised an eyebrow, making your features straighten. “But I promise, I will not…” you wrinkled your nose, “...lie with Thor.” The god nodded regally, accepting your pledge. The tips of his cheekbones had flushed palest pink. “I love you.” you said softly, capturing his fingers as they brushed your collarbone. “I love you.” he replied with a shy smile. His voice was rich and warm, the tenor sinking into your soul like salve. “But it is more than that…” he added mysteriously, his tone deepening. You felt the familiar zing of arousal between your thighs, the eroticism of his power building in earnest. “I have burned for you, every cell of my being yearning uncontrollably since the moment you first cut me with that sharp tongue.” he murmured, sweeping hair from your neck. “It is a need, an obsession. And the obsession of a god is not easily swayed. I hope you are prepared for that.” His parted lips danced across your shoulder, as your hands slid beneath his armpits and between the muscled blades. “I could not bear to think that you would never be mine-” he growled, “not after all the times before, and never like this...never as-” “-Real.” you gasped, as he placed a gentle bite on the curve of your neck, a deep moan filling the space. “Real.” he echoed quietly, before placing a soothing kiss on the mark he had left. “I could not bear it.” His eyes met with yours, glassy with emotion. “I thought...that the only way to harvest the passion I desperately craved from you was-” “-by being an asshole?” you postured, raising your brows. Loki smiled sheepishly. “You gave as good as you got, darling.” he murmured, his hand beginning to toy with the zip of your dress. “Better, some might say.” you gasped, feeling the tug of your seams coming loose. “In your dreams, Agent.” Loki whispered, as your dress pooled around your ankles. “And besides…” he quipped, walking you backwards through the living room towards the king bed next door. “One cannot accuse us of being predictable.” “Perish the thought.” you said, as the back of your knees hit the firm mattress. Loki lowered his chin to his chest, the fire in his eyes that burned right before he fucked you smouldering with new intensity. “My love…” he hummed, possessively sliding his hands over your ass and squeezing. “My love.” you responded with a gasping groan, the curve of your lips cresting each vowel like a breaking wave. “Choose one.” he growled, a ragged moan vibrating in his chest as he slipped his hand inside your panties. “I must insist. For old times sake.”

Your eyes flickered to the row of mannequins just visible outside the door. “The b-biker…” you stammered, as Loki’s digits began to play lazily against your soaking slit. “Mmm” he hummed, knowingly. “I’m sure the garments for that particular ensemble isn’t the only thing you desire from it, my love?” My love. You would never tire of those words from his lips. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as Loki’s suit trousers began to turn to scuffed black denim beneath your touch. The fingers digging into his back suddenly had a thin layer of fabric between his flesh and yours; the scent of old oil wafting from the cotton. Cool, heavy metal swung against your chest as he shoved you playfully back onto the bed, watching as a familiar vintage leather jacket unfurled over his torso. The god chuckled, seeing your legs widen as you drew your feet onto the mattress; sinking into the thick crispness of his duvet. He ran a hand through his hair, a trail of seidr rendering it wild. Your breath skipped as you saw the outline of the deep scar through his eyebrow form, ink flourishing on both sets of his knuckles. C.H.A.O.S. You shuddered, ass clenching. The crossed daggers flourished in all their glory over his heart, the edges faded as old tattoos do. Loki’s fingers toyed teasingly with the buckle of the studded belt, hanging sluttishly around his hips. “Do you want me to be a bad boy, Agent?” he growled, untamed hair falling in waves against his sharp cheekbones. “You’re always a bad boy.” you purred, making Loki wink before he cleared his throat. “Well, I better not disappoint then.” he postured, sinking into character as he lowered himself on top of you. The leather creaked against his biceps as he braced, the stretch making you clench as he descended on your mouth in a mess of teeth and tongue. You thrust upwards, the thin fabric of your wet gusset colliding with his belt buckle. Loki chuckled, scooping you upwards. He knelt on the bed, ass resting on his worn combat boots; shifting so only one of his denim-clad thighs sat between your spread legs. “Use me.” he rumbled, lowering his chin as he began to rock your hips back and forth. Friction made delicate skin sizzle as he set your pussy alight, every whimper met with enthusiastic sighs of pleasure and praise. “That’s it, darling…” he groaned as you grasped at his hard cock beneath the tight denim. Searching.

He was a mess of adulation, words unsaid for too long spilling from his lips with every flame of climax blossoming in your belly. “I’m for your pleasure, now.” he gasped, gyrating his hips as you rocked against his thigh. “Always...take it. Take i-it, my love. It’s y-yours. I’m..f-fuck, I’m yours.” Your nails dug into the leather covering his shoulders, marking the soft material as you came undone against him. “Loki...y-yes..uhhh” you moaned into his open mouth as he gazed up at you, rough ebony curls thrown back. One of your hands fell to his chest, catching on the loop of the pendant hanging against his heart. The slicing angle of Loki’s jaw was poised, lips parted. His eyes were wide, brow creased as you came with a grateful cry of his name. He continued to guide your hips back and forth while your grip tightened and then relaxed. You burrowed your face in the curve of his neck, noting the musk of Croatian alcohol and smoky bars that still clung there. “I do so love watching you cum…” he murmured shyly, as you began to pull wantonly at his belt buckle. “Well I love watching you cum” you said, pressing your lips together in a coy smile. “So I guess that works out, doesn’t it?” Loki’s hand ran through your hair, tugging your head back before he placed a messy suck to the pulse point. “Mine.” he growled breathily, as your fingers raced to undo his belt. “Leave it…” he muttered, making your hands fly to his leather jacket, forcing it roughly over his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, the low thump of his combat boots hitting the floorboards making your whole body shiver. He shuffled backwards, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Are you ready, love?” he muttered seductively. You nodded, your feral desire barely contained as you bounced on your knees. Instinctively your fingers rubbed his violently hard cock through the rough denim, feeling for metal. The god hissed as your fingers caught against the tip. "Oh, it's there." Loki purred knowingly, whipping the belt from its holster and slowly rolling down the zip. You licked your lips, seeing the majesty of his pierced cock bob into view. Wordlessly you leant forwards, sucking the moist head of his manhood against your tongue with a calculated swirl. You tugged the silver barbell, flicking. Loki whimpered, steadying himself against the bedpost. “F-fuckk, darling…” he gasped quietly. “I shall n-never be prepared for that.”

The metal balls of his piecing were cool against the heat of your mouth, rolling them against your searching tongue as he groaned above you. A metallic taste rose against the warmth of his sweetness, the god's musk swirling intoxicatingly against the sharp tang of steel. Saliva leaked out the sides of the join, letting it coat his cock as you slid back and forth, sucking gently. Your lips tightened, the stroke of your hand against his thick, slippery shaft making his hips jolt. “Won’t l-last l-long…gods-” he rasped, gently winding the hand not steadying him into your hair.

Your own whoreish moans burned deep in your eardrums, mouth stuffed with his girth as you felt him begin to tremble. “D-don’t stop…” he panted, as you increased your pace. “Do you w-want me to cum in your...fuckkk-your mouth, p-precious one?” Loki stammered with difficulty, his breath catching as his hips began to tremble. You groaned enthusiastically, vibrations making his balls tighten. You heard a low crack of wood, Loki’s grip making the wooden bedpost split beneath it. A thundering moan ripped from above, hot cum flooding your tongue; dripping down your throat as you swallowed against the tip of his thick cock.

You released him with a messy pop, tugging once more at the piercing while gazing up at the dishevelled god with pure love. His bliss-drunk eyes lazily searched your face, hovering on the slick of his delicious cum coating your lips. He licked his own. “We can do the rest later, don’t worry.” you cooed, sitting up on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki chuckled, delicate skin creasing at the corners of his eyes. “Ah! About that-” he smouldered, before falling forwards and pinning you beneath him on the bed. “Gods have a very short refractory period. I’m delighted to inform you that we can fuck endlessly, if that is your desire.” There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched your jaw drop.

“You mean all this time we could have done it twice?” “More than twice, darling.” he jibed, feigning offence. “But to be frank, typically the mood had been ruined by one of your mid-coital insults by that point.” “My insults?!” you huffed, feeling his cock growing hard again against your thigh. Loki kissed you deeply, making your back arch as you felt the tingle of his seidr evaporate the rest of his biker clothes. He slid a finger through your folds, moaning appreciatively. “Wet, warm...perfect.” he muttered, curls grazing against your cheeks. You felt the metal balls of his piercing on the wide tip nudge against your entrance, the coolness tingling against your heat. Twin moans filled the air as he squeezed himself past the tight opening, Loki’s eyes rolling back before they fluttered closed. He bottomed out with a low pant of pleasure, a final thrust of his hips making the metal spheres tug against your deepest walls. The metal stud fastened to Loki’s pubic mound pulled gently against your clit, every slow roll of his hips making you rock into him. “Loki...f-fuck, I’d f-forgotten-oh god..oh g-god.” you panted, as his knees widened on the bed. The base of his flat stomach was pressed to your own, the thick veins running along his biceps bulging as he thrust into you in mind-altering waves. “Let yourself go, my love...there is no limit anymore. Not with us.” he praised, as your fingertips sank into the taut muscle of his ass. Effortlessly, Loki raised himself from his forearms; angling his hips so only the tip of his cock remained inside your wet cunt. “Loki...please” you begged, squirming beneath him. He smirked, beginning to make small thrusts against your g-spot. Your head slid back against the pillow, back arching. “Fuck-Loki...y-yess oh-god.” It caressed the swollen spot inside you, tingling with the urge to burst while the piercing rubbed on either side. It was heaven. “Cum for me, lov-ve.” he murmured, his voice breaking on the final syllable. Your hands fell back against the pillows, fingers curling around the antique brass railings of his bed-frame. Loki growled through shallow pants, his large palms cupping the joint of your hips as he guided you back and forth on his mighty cock. “C-come in me, Loki…” you whined, chin pointed to the ceiling as every muscle in your body screamed for release. "Own me, you fucking own me."

You were a writhing mess of pure sex, every swing of his hair; every harsh exhale of air from his throat a primal cacophony of lust and love. Both of your moans grew louder, the slap of his balls against your skin driving you over the edge as he unravelled. There was a sudden rush, a burning thrill of flooding climax as Loki’s shallow pants of praise blossomed to a thundering roar. The groan of his name from your throat was primal; threatening to shake his books from their shelves.

The god's breaths slowed, melting against you in a wet kiss before rolling to the side. His head hit the pillow with a muted thump. “Have I ever told you, that you're the best fuck I’ve ever had?” he panted. “No, I don’t think you mentioned it.” you quipped, resting your chin on his heaving chest. “That would be too complimentary, you were too busy trying to make my life hell.” Loki rolled his eyes with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “As I said on our first tryst, darling...indifference is the true insult.” He squeezed you tighter, before the amused smile faded. “There is one more past outfit I must show you.” he said tentatively, before frowning. “Return to you, actually.”

You sat up, propped on your elbows. “Oh?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Although I have made one notable alteration.” he added, raising a hand and waving it gracefully in the air. A bright shimmer appeared at the foot of the bed, rolling downwards to reveal silken fabric fluttering suspended in the air. “Oh my god…” you whispered, eyes wide. The red dress that Loki had ripped with his hands and teeth from your body while he fucked you to oblivion in a jealous rage the night of the shareholder’s party swayed in front of you. Loki flicked his fingers, making it dance in the air.

It was immaculate, even by his standards of repair. Except now, it was a rich emerald green. “Loki-” you started, feeling a lump in your throat. Gently, his fingers tipped your chin to face him. “You have made me a better man, Agent.” he said slowly, enunciating every word. “Are you sure about that? I’m not sure Clint would agree. Or Amanda, actually.” you smirked, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And enough with the ‘Agent’, you know how much it annoys me.” Loki laughed softly, sighing as he stretched his naked legs across the sheets. “Ah, so you heard about Barton.”

You let your eyes wander up his endless limbs, admiring the curve and dip of each perfectly carved muscle. “He put in a complaint with Tony.” you said, making Loki nodded sagely, lips pursed. The fact that Tony had, of course, told everyone, did not need to be stated to be understood. There was a pause. "And by the way, where is Thor getting a spare two million from to pay for you?" Loki smirked, rolling towards you with a fist propped innocently beneath his temple. "He's been putting off offers for a raunchy photoshoot with a well-known underwear brand for years, darling. I wouldn't worry." "Sorry, what was that you were saying about being a better man?" you goaded, holding back a laugh. “Well, our misplaced animosity may not have been the smoothest path to encouraging a reformation of my admittedly devilish character-” Loki said thoughtfully, nestling his nose against the tip of your cheekbone. “-but your love might.” You swung a leg over his hips, enjoying the exaggerated oof he released as you settled your core to his stomach. Your palm cupped his face, smoothing the silk of his jaw with your thumb. Loki tilted his head, raven curls a mess of tangles against the white pillowcase. “You’ll still always manage to irritate me, you know.” you said, as a smile played at Loki’s lips. "Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." In a flash, Loki had you on your back, giggling beneath him as the warm comfort of his solid frame pressed to yours. “Likewise, my love-' he sighed happily against your sex mussed hair. He placed a firm kiss on your temple, thumb pushing back strands of damp hair from your forehead. “-And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - Thank you SO SO MUCH for coming with me on this journey. What started with a humble slutty wetsuit has blossomed into our beloved arsey, impossible Loki and stubborn Agent and I hope you're as happy with this ending as I am :) There will be a lil Epilogue (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection