#imagineloki

After another successful mission. You and the others make your way back to the common room to celebrate, relax, and generally disperse to your own activities while trying to wind down.  Tony and Nat naturally start pouring everyone’s favorite drinks. Bucky and Vision leave to their own rooms shortly after the first drink, neither bothering with the stuff as it doesn’t ever have influence on them. Two drinks later, feeling relaxed, you excuse yourself to your room, needed a quiet moment alone.  You know how the rest of the group can get when alcohol is involved, even if Steve could barely feel anything when he kept up with Tony.  Loki watches with a grin as you leave.  You can hear various mumblings followed by Thor laughing loudly as you walk further down the hall, not caring what was said in your leaving.

After showering, and changing into comfy lounge wear, your attention is brought back to your abandoned book.  The one you were half way through and dying to finish. Knowing it could still be a few hours before anyone would come knocking or be loud enough to disturb you, you settled down with your book and a cup of tea from your small kitchenette.   

Time passes and before you know it you’ve finished your book. Looking at the clock you sigh, it’s nearing midnight; chuckling at the thought that Loki, Thor, and Nat are probably still enjoying Tony’s overly large bar. Unable to resist, you start to order the next book in the series when a thunderous knock at your door makes you jump slightly.

“What the..”  Pushing your laptop onto your coffee table rolling your eyes, assuming you’re going to be greeted by some prank when you open the door.

You glance through the peep hole, bracing for a start, only to see a very smiley, very guilty looking Thor, very, very close to the door.

“Okkkayyy.. What’d you do.. Loki?” Your question dies in your throat as you take in a slumped Loki being held up by Thor.

“Lady (Y/N)!” Thor booms, dipping slightly to bow, jostling Loki like a rag doll.  “You’re looking well rested, little sister!” Thor smiled, eyes filled with concern.

“I was just reading. Have a good time you two?”

“We did! You would have been.. ug,.. proud.. I think.”

Thor began to mumble his words as he tried to keep Loki upright when the later reached for you. Rolling your eyes out of the hilarity of the situation you were about to ask what got into the brothers when suddenly you hear a large thud coming from behind them, followed by giggles. You move to look around the wall that is Thor to see a very irate Nat letting go of the grip he had on Steve’s biceps.  Losing his footing as his knees buckle, he slides not so gracefully to the side, down the wall, and lands in front of Bucky’s door. Nat squares her shoulders and knocks loudly.

“Sam I swear to –“ Bucky opens the door, nearly stepping on a giggling Steve.

“I got him this far, Barnes. It’s your turn now. I’m done.” She dead pans when Steve’s giggling becomes even louder.

Sighing she walks away leaving a confused but amused Bucky as he looks down just in time to see Steve pulling tight on the knot he just formed with both of Bucky’s shoe laces.

“Come on man.” Bucky chuckles, toeing off his shoes. He looks up and sees the trio of you stock still, except for a gently swaying Loki, and freezes.  

“Good luck, (Y/N)!” He says, shaking his head before grabbing Steve by the wrists and pulling him into his quarters. “Come on tough guy.”

“Yeah, you too Buck.”

You look back to Thor, shaking your head and lifting a brow as your mouth drops open though no words come out.

“Why?” You eventually get out, “Why the Asgardian mead? Hmm? Was it your idea? Or was it yours?” You ask eyeing first Thor and then Loki.

Loki chuckles awkwardly as his hunched form does little more than lightly shake. 

“Oh nooo.” He snickers smacking playfully at Thor, “Mummy’s angry.”

“Loki.” Thor boomed, causing you to wince.

“I’ve told you not to make mummy mad.” Loki whispers as he tries to take a step towards your door, his failed attempt resulting in him kicking the door jam.  

“Yeah. Uh huh.” You look at Loki, wondering if he saw two or just one of you. “Thor, what happened?”

“Well, as you know, we decided to have a few drinks in celebration of our recent victory...” he starts, before adjusting his grip on Loki.

“And..”

“And well, Tony made a point about Steven needing to blow off steam like the rest of us...”

“Implying your Asgardian –“

“Asgardian mead, yes.” Thor nods but looks away. You were starting to think you really were ‘Mummy’ after all.

“And then?”

“And, well, again, as you know, it turns out, Loki and Steven worked very well together during this last mission. So much so that I think, if they remember anything tomorrow, they shall still be on their way to becoming great friends.” He beamed before looking down to a slightly sulking and bored looking Loki.

“You’re stalling, what happened?”

“I merely…” Loki began before pausing and looking up and to his left as if something caught his eye. Thor lightly jostles him, bringing him back to the present. “Hmm? Yes.. I merely wanted to help the ca-cap-captain man out.”

Thor immediately beams another seemingly innocent smile down at you as Loki flashes you a truly mischievous grin; making you wonder what kind of trouble they got into when they were little.

“Loki..”

“He merely.. he uh, he and the Captain.. you, you see” Thor stammered, trying for time.

Loki smiled “I may have added to the, to the, drink..”

“You made it stronger?” You try your best to keep a straight face, but Lord help you, part of you loves when Loki goes off the handle like this.

“Indeed. D-darling.” His smile growing as he started to eye you up and down.  

“Anything else I need to know, Thor?”  You ask, as you plucked some lint off of Loki’s shoulder, trying to be mad at him.

“My brother and Steven.. They wanted to see who could, could out drink the other.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Loki.” You laugh, pulling his arm over your shoulder, now holding up half of his weight.  “Come here.”

Silence grew as Thor fully handed over his brother. Loki’s arms immediately wrapping around you causing you to smile at his blatant inebriated honesty.  The burden of glorious purpose was now yours and yours alone to hold up. Thor made supporting his weight look easy.  Loki wasn’t exactly heavy, but being of all lean muscle and taller than you, it was doable, but in his drunken state… well, he didn’t exactly make it easy for you as his lanky limbs wrapped around you and got in your way.  

“Hmm, darling,” Loki drawls, as his hands wandered over the curves of your body, pressing you into him. “You feel d-divine.”

You huff out a laugh as you tried to keep your tangled bodies up right.

“Do I dare ask who, whom, who, who won?” You looked up to Thor as Loki starts to nuzzle and nip at your neck, distracting you.

“Whom?” Thor replies, also in question.

“Whomst.” Loki mumbles lowly into your hair so only you could hear, causing you to laugh.

“With the drinking. Was it Stevie or Loki?” you ask still amused at Loki’s clinginess.

“Loki did.” Thor smiles with pride. “Even with his addition of magic, he still drank Steven under the table, as you say.”

Thor clapped his hand down on Loki’s back, which caused you both to stagger back a few small steps.

“Even outside of battle, my brother has done well today.”

Sighing heavily as you brace Loki against the door way, “And did you by chance partake as well, Thor?”

Thor didn’t say anything, but his twisted smile answered for you.

“I see..” you work on turning Loki inwards towards your quarters. “Do you need help too, or am I to be left alone with his highness?” You cheekily ask before catching Loki as he started to fall when you tried to get him to stand on his own.  

“I shall be fine, Lady (Y/N).” He says swaying slightly. “Now I think I shall find my chambers…”

“And if not?”

“I shall ask the entity of Lady F.R.I.D.A.Y. to help me.” He beamed again, before continuing in a whisper, “I think she likes me.”

“Oh, Thor.”  You half giggled, causing Loki to slightly growl into your ear, “go to bed.”

He made a move towards your door, “Your own bed, Thor.” You said as you raised a hand toward him, hoping he’d stop, as Loki’s grip tightened possessively around you.

“Of course, Lady (Y/N).” He smiled, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “I shall slumber alone, for the Valkyrie of my heart is so far away..”

He starts down the hallway swaying slightly side to side, half humming and half singing a melody you recognize but can’t place.

“What a bumbling oaf.” Loki lightly jests as he stares down at you, moving his hands to either side of your face.

“He can have his moments.” You say without thinking.

“What?” Loki snarls back. “Would you take his side, when clearly you have a god before you?”

Ah, angry, drunk Loki; your favorite Loki. You rolled your eyes internally, before wrapping your arms around him tightly and sighing.

“My Loki. My love.” You stated slowly, drawing his attention to you, causing him to forget his sudden burst of irritation. “How could I ever compare the two of you. Clearly, you’re the only one for me. It’s been obvious, for much longer than I’d like to admit. You know that. Everyone knows that.”

His face began to soften. His snarl turning into a dopey, lust filled smirk as he brought his lips to yours.  

“Say, say, say it again.” He slurs, gazing passionately at you.

You smile, knowing exactly what he wants. “Loki.” You whisper right before his lips touch yours, a fervent, almost sloppy, yet passionate kiss.

Somehow you manage to push him into the room enough to close the door. Though your steps falter as his lips fall to your throat.  You try with all your might to efficiently tug him through the living room towards the bedroom. He goes to kiss you again, but quickly your lips parting from his as your concentration brakes and your movements became more strenuous.

“Why do y-you resist me, m-my darling?” Loki’s lips moved to your neck as his hands fondled your breast and hip.

“Loki.”

“Yesss, pet.”

“You gotta help me a little here.” You post your slow moving cargo partially against the couch, partially against your chest, as you slow your breath and try to think of a new game plan as he continues to paw at you absentmindedly.

“Are you hungry at all?” You were only five steps away from the small kitchen, “There’s already water in our room. I was reading before you showed up.”

You ran your fingers through his mused hair as he blearily looked into the kitchen before turning his gaze back to you.  

“There’s only one-one-one thing I’m hungry for.”

“Toast? Or possibly just the toaster?” you ask, arching a brow, referring to one of the first times you saw him drunk, wandering around the kitchen, confusing the words “toast” and “toaster.” Had he been sober, he’d find you mildly amusing at best.

Cocking his head to the side, brow furrowed, he asks, “Toaster?”

You mirror the motion of his head, turning yours to the side as well. “Are you hungry?”

“What?”

“Darling, do want anything to eat? Anything to drink?”

He shakes his head violently, like a child, causing you to chortle.

“Alright, alright. No food, my love. Let’s go. Come on, we’re almost there.”

“But I’m hungry.” He whines, pulling on your top lightly.

Trying to school your expression, you ask, “What are you hungry for?”

“You, my pet.” He growls against your ear as he wraps his arms around you again, shifting his weight making you both tumble over onto the cushions of the couch. You shriek and giggle landing on top of him.

“Loki,” you sigh, as his lips assault your neck.

“Hmm, darling.”

“We need to get to bed.”

His hands work their way under your shirt, trying to rid you of it while also trying to keep you close to him.  His efforts never bearing fruit.

“Are-re you not comfortable, darling?” He asks between kisses, his hands continue to wander. “Are you not, not, not enjoying this?”

“I, yes, I am, but, but, Loki.” You clear your throat, momentarily distracting him. “I’m not getting trapped on the couch again.”

You manage to pull yourself away from his grasp, to stand next to him. “Pet?” His hand grasps your calf and rests there.

“Are we not already in bed?”

“No, we’re not,” you laugh again. “Now will you join me in bed or shall I leave you here to pout?”

“Perhaps not.” He stairs at the ceiling, concern flashing over his face.

“What’s wrong darling?” You pull his hand into yours, kneeling next to him.

“Will you help me?” his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, darling, of course.” You kiss his cheek. “I’ll always be here.”

Loki raises his other arm, which you take and pull him into a seated position. He moves to wrap his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your side where your top has risen revealing skin.  The warmth of his breath and hands cause you to shiver and momentarily forget yourself, carding your fingers through his hair.  You tug lightly drawing his face back to look up at you. A cheeky smile slowly takes shape on his darkened features and you sweetly smile in return.  You lean forward to help him stand again, steadying his swaying body when he’s fully standing.  

You take one small step. Then another. And another. More shuffling along then proper walking down the short hall. Loki’s grip tightens as he starts to lean to the side, slowing your progress towards the bedroom. Your eyes grow round as you realize there’s no way to stop your shifting momentum towards the wall.  As your back hits the wall Loki chuckles darkly, kissing you senseless and grinding into you.  

“Fuck.” You shakily say as Loki moves his attentions to your neck, marking you you’re sure.  

Loki leans his weight further onto you, pinning you to the wall, which seems to be the only way he can stand up right. You reach to the side, feeling the door jam to your shared room. Sighing again at how close, yet how far away you are from getting him to bed.  

“Something the matter?” His one hand sits heavily at your waste, the other pressed into the wall by your head, aiding in supporting his weight.

“Since you only seem to have one thing on that fabulous mind of yours, yes.” You smirk at him.

“And whatever could that be?” He moves to kiss you again, but you place your fingers on his lips to stop him, causing him to arch a brow at you.

“How about you can continue your quest when we go in there?” You motion with your free hand back towards your room, hoping that this last-ditch effort will be enough to finally finish your last task of the day.

“Sounds.” He lightly nips at your fingers. “Promising.”

“Hmm, that’s cuz you know I can deliver.”

“Indeed, you can, my queen.” He wraps his arms around you again, tugging you into him and away from the wall.

You take this opportunity to move the both of you the last final steps into your room, finally stopping next to the bed.

“You have quite a way with wo-words, darling.”

“I learn from the best.” You wink at him.

He lazily laughs, dipping his lips to yours.  It was going to be a long night, you knew it the moment you saw him in the door way propped up by Thor. But this time when he shifts his weight to fall onto the bed with you, you don’t complain.

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I could feel his cheeks come up in my hands as he smiled. Loki lifted his chin so his head could fall back, and looked at me through his bright green eyes. I was wearing a low-cut shirt and the top of my prince’s head tickled the sensitive skin above my breasts.

“Y/N, my pet, I missed you” Loki crooned, his voice sounding like music to my ears.

I looked at him, wondering why he remained sitting. “Don’t I get a hug from my favorite person?”

“Your favorite God.” He corrected me, chuckling, “But for you, anything”…. He paused, looking down, his brows knitting together in a worried look.

“What is it, my love?” I asked concerned. “An old wound paining you?”

“Something pains me, but not a wound”, he mumbled, as if he was speaking more to himself than to me. Louder now, “In a minute—I just need a minute”.

“Sure baby, whatever you want.” I said in a sultry tone. My arms were still hanging around his neck and I rubbed my hands on his chest. He wore a black button up shirt, and I stuck the tips of my fingers in the gaps between the buttons, tickling his skin.

As soon as my hands began rubbing his chest, he cleared his throat. “Ah, Y/N, please can I—just a moment”.

It was unusual for Loki to not form complete sentences. His silver tongue always worked in his favor, but now it seemed it was failing him.

My lips parted, my pride wounded and I huffed removing my fingers from within his shirt and my hands from around his neck. Why didn’t he want me to touch him? While PDA was not something he was entirely comfortable with we had been working on it. He had quickly discovered that he enjoyed having me publicly touch and cuddle him, and him be able to do the same to me. He loved seeing other men envious over him touching me, and it made for some fun for the both of us later on.

Loki cleared his throat again, his fist coming up to cover his lips. He took a deep breath and stood, his hands resting in front of his belt buckle.

My face lit up, “hug now?”.

“Well how could I ever turn you down like that?” he smiled, throwing his arms open wide.

I threw myself into his arms squeezing him, and he held me, like divine vice of steel. I felt his head tilt down and he buried it in my hair, his chest moving as he took deep breaths-- breathing me in.

I felt something then, hard and long, pressing against my lower abdomen, and my eyes grew wide with recognition. Loki’s arousal explained why he was unable to stand up sooner.

I pulled back to look up at him, a smile playing on my lips, “Happy to see me are you?” I asked.

“Oh you noticed that did you, Y/N?” Loki grinned, his arms still around me.

I rolled my eyes, “Loki, how could I not notice that?”. I continued, “As much as I am enjoying this, are you ready to go? I want to go home to see our babies”. He knew I was referring to the cats we had together. “Oh, and I need to get my luggage!” I said quickly, releasing him.

He grabbed my hand before I could walk away,  and turned his body to the side trying to obscure his sexual excitement for me that was restrained within his pants. He looked down again. “I need, another minute.” he said through clenched teeth. His face seemed to be turning red.

“Okay my love, take your time. Want me to grab my luggage?” I asked.

“No, no” he clipped. “No need, it has been taken care of…” he took a deep breath, his chest stretching out, “Ready now” he said, accentuating his “n” like he did.

I grabbed his hand, dragging him down the hallway of the airport.

“Whoa, Y/N, what is the rush?” he asked, startled, his long legs putting up some resistance.

“Cats” I said, “Now”. I was practically bouncing with excitement, eager to see our fur babies.

He nodded, not saying a word, and we continued out of the airport towards our car.

Loki drove with one hand on the wheel and one hand in my lap, while I traced the lines on the palm of his hand. We were only a couple of minutes from home when he glanced at me momentarily before returning his eyes to the road. “You’re sure you want to go straight home, Y/N?” He asked, his eyes meeting mine again before returning to the road.  

“Yes Loki, why wouldn’t I?” I asked him, suspiciously, he seemed to be going through a lot of effort to keep me from going directly home. “I haven’t been home for three weeks, ya know?” I asked hoping he would justify my desire to go home.

“Of course, my love.” He replied, looking straight ahead, his mouth in a tight line.

I studied his face, trying to read what I could in the set of his mouth, his jaw, and his eyes. He looked worried…

Loki pulled into our driveway, his hand quickly and smoothly maneuvering the car into a parked position.

“Wait here.” he said as he got out.

He walked to the passenger side and opened the door for me, “My lady?”, He said, extending his hand for me to take.

I smiled, “Thank you, my Prince”.

We walked up the steps to the door, holding hands. We had not been able to stop physical contact since our meeting in the airport.

He had the keys, holding them up to his eye level with his free hand, and they jingled as he searched for the house key.

He unlocked the door, gently kicking it open as he swooped into the threshold, leading me in as he held the door.

I entered, squealing, and immediately fell to my knees as our three cats bounded up to me, purring.

Loki shut the door quietly, leaning against it, his hands behind his back. He looked down at me and smiled. “They missed you tremendously”, he said as I sat in the floor petting them. “None of them wanted to eat-- spoiled, over-sized rodents”. He continued, laughing, “I had to sit in the floor with them to get them to eat”.

Picturing Loki, The God of Mischief sitting on the kitchen floor coaxing the cats to eat was such a funny mental image. Often times, he pretended he didn’t like them just to annoy me, but they knew, and I knew, that he loved them deeply.

Loki pushed off of the door, bent down and scooped our cat Jessica up. “This one cried for you each night.” he said, holding her close to his chest with one arm. He looked at her smiling, scratching her behind the ear as she leaned into it, “She couldn’t bear being without you...neither could I”. He said, looking at me, his eyes smoldering.

“Loki, you know you can always call me…”I said, my voice trailing.

“Never.” He said, smiling with his eyes, “I care more about you getting sleep than me, Y/N.”

I got to my feet then, standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. He deepened it, parting my lips with his tongue to swirl around my own. He pulled me back. “Let’s-- sit...Shall we?” He extended his arm, gesturing towards the chairs in the living room.

Before I could sit, he grabbed my hand and steered me to a chair opposite him.

“Er, you sit here, and I will” he looked around, uncertain about something, “uhhh,-- sit here.” He backed awkwardly to the chair and sat down.

Loki licked his lips, nervously, his eyes scanning the other pieces of furniture in the room. He grabbed at the coffee table, his body stretching out, and slid the table across the floor to sit like a barrier between us.

“Lovely” he said, smacking his hand lightly on the table. “This’ll do”.

I watched him, my eyes following his every movement, entertained as he tried desperately to set boundaries-- not something a God known for breaking boundaries is good at.

“Loki,” I called out to him, “why are you doing all of this?” I swept my hand out, gesturing to the table and our awkward, distant positions in the room.

He chuckled and smiled at me darkly sending chills up my spine. “I want to just talk with you for a bit, and give myself some time to acclimate to being in your presence again, Y/N.”

I laughed in response, shaking my head.

“What?” He asked, my laughter triggering a confused smile on his face. “I can be a gentleman.”

“Oh, can you now?” I asked, my eyebrows shooting up in question.

“Of course I can!” he opened his mouth, pretending to be shocked. “So,” he drew it out, “how was your flight? Tell me about your trip, the climate, the people...anything.” Loki prompted.

“You mean anything other than what I have already told you each night I was away, or weren’t you listening?” I asked, mocking him now. “Okay,” I paused, thinking on what I hadn’t had a chance to share with him yet, “Marcus, you know Marcus?” I said, waiting for his response, he nodded. “Well, yesterday was our day to just have a bit of a break, and all of us went down to the pool…” I started laughing, unable to finish momentarily, “he coaxed me into going, and when we got down there he picked me up and threw me in the pool.” I paused momentarily to lift my pants leg to show a bright red cut, “Unfortunately, I got a little scraped up in the process”.

Loki’s eyes darkened, and the smile faded from his lips. “He did what?!” I could see anger brewing in his green eyes.

I put my hands up in defense, “No, no Loki, it was fine, all fun and games. Everyone thought it was funny.”

Loki stood, towering over me from across the table. “How dare he lay his filthy hands on you!” he spat, venomously.

“It’s fine, really Loki, I--”.

Loki growled, and threw the table to the side. He took one step, reached down and brought me to my feet. His hands gripped me around my hips tightly. I could see anger and hunger in his eyes.

He looked me up and down, “And, how brazen and careless of you to mention another man, when I am this…” He paused, licking his lips, and I felt a shudder go through his body, “lascivious towards you”. His greens eyes glimmered with his lust, and he bent down to whisper in my ear, “I need to be inside you, Now” he crooned. “The things I could do to you, Y/N”.

I melted, closing my eyes, tilting my chin up to give into him.

He knelt down and began to kiss me, passionately, his body rocking against me, moving us back and forth.

I could feel him pressing into my lower abdomen, the heat from his length igniting a fire of desire within me.

He pushed his tongue between my lips, and I swirled my own around his, before gently sucking on his tongue. This sent him over the edge, and he moaned into my lips.

He backed me down the hallway, removing my clothes as he did.

At last, the back of my legs touched the bed, and he pulled away from me, grasping my arms. He tilted his head down and gazed determinedly into my eyes, looking through his dark lashes. “Are you sure?” he asked in a dark whisper.

I nodded my head vigorously, “I want to feel you Loki, inside me”, I replied as I began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

He flashed his teeth at me in response, lifting his hands from my arms to help me finish unclothing him.

“At last” he sighed, relieved, “I can see you, Y/N, all of you”.

He picked me up, throwing me on the bed, “only I can do this to you”, he said more to reassure himself.

I laid there, sliding my hand across the mattress, reaching for his own, beckoning for him to join me.

“Wait, my pet,” he said with a pleased smile on his lips, “I want to take all of you in for a moment”. He stood there, and placed his hand on my thighs, tracing his fingers back and forth. A quiet moan escaped my lips.

His eyes moved from where his hands were to my face, “Oh now, you shouldn’t have done that.” he said menacingly, “Now I must take you”. He slowly bent down, pushing the back of my thighs as I slid higher up the mattress.

His face rested between my thighs, and he smelled me, his eyes closing, lids fluttering. My scent drove him wild, and he looked at me his eyes glowing with excitement and arousal.

The God bent his head down and let his tongue taste me, moving back in forth in gentle, light circles around my clit.

I sang out, ecstasy falling from my lips. Every now and again, he would pause to look at me, watching me in awe as my legs shook and my back arched, then he would continue, his hot tongue causing my clit to swell. With one hand he would reach up to grab at my breast, and with his other, he took two fingers to rhythmically pluck at my g-spot.

I was begging for him to be inside me, “Ooo, Loki pp-please.”

He played the fool, “Please what, my pet?” he asked, crooning.

“Please, I need--” I stopped unable to finish, as he surprised me by pushing himself inside me. A loud moan pushed out from the back of my throat in response, intense pleasure washing over me.

“Is this what you wanted my pet?” He asked, as he took a deep breath. “Ahhh” he let it back out, his mouth opening and his eyes shutting momentarily.

I couldn’t speak, instead I nodded.

He slowly pulled his hips back, removing most of his shaft, only his tip remaining. “I didn’t hear you my pet, was this what you wanted?” He asked, “should I stop?” He said, smirking.

I opened my eyes wide and found my voice, “No!” I said, loudly, “Don't stop, please.” I begged.

He chuckled, slamming back into me, and I let out a gasp.

His lips touched my ear, “I have been waiting for this--” he paused as he thrust deeper into me, moving his hips back and forth, “ungh, for so long.” he finished.

He drew his head back to look into my eyes, then glanced down, gazing hungrily at my body.

I began to move my hips off the mattress, swirling myself around him, bringing him in and around me. His eyes closed shut tightly, “So hot.” he breathed out, followed by a deep moan, and I chuckled. His eyes opened again, and he continued to drink me in, watching my hips thrusting and turning-- watching me take his length into me. He vehemently watched where we were connected.

His arousal became to much for him then, and his hand shot down to my hips, pushing them into the mattress. “My love,” the words left his lips quickly, in a rush, “stop, stop!” he pleaded. “Stop!” He said louder, his eyes shutting tightly again, his body ceasing to move with my own. “I’m close,” he said, grunting after, trying to stop his orgasm from erupting.

I stopped momentarily, and groaned, frustrated.

His eyes shot to my face, “Don’t” he breathed, shaking his head slightly.

He was still looking into my eyes, trying desperately to communicate to me to stop moving. Then suddenly, beyond his control his skin began to turn. He had mentioned his Jotun form to me before, but I had yet to see it. Intricate ridges arose on his skin, everywhere. His eyes snapped shut momentarily, and when they opened again they were deep, maddened red. He was losing control, and knowing this sent my body reeling. My body rolled in response to his changing, my chest bucking up and my back arching.

“Ohhhh” his mouth fell open, his red eyes closing, and suddenly he removed himself from inside me quickly. I looked at him, able to see him fully now, his pale blue skin with its intricate ridges fascinating me.

“Don’t look at me--” he paused searching for words, “I am a monster”.

He could never be a monster, I shook my head weakly. “You are a god, my prince, and I worship you” I said quietly.

I edged towards him, still on my back, moving my hips to take him in.

We sighed together as I took him in, feeling each other, seeing each other entirely.

I began rolling my hips again, keeping my eyes on him, captivated by his alluring beauty, as he went from glancing down to drink in my body to closing his burning red eyes tightly.

Again, he grabbed my hips, and ordered me to stop, but I was past the point of being able to. I tried momentarily, but I couldn’t control my body, my hips began bucking. He took one  arm pinning my hips down again, “Don’t move!” he whispered, coercing me with his glowing red eyes. I couldn’t stop, I looked into his eyes. I was enthralled by him, and he was bewitched by me.I began moving, “No!” he shouted, “Please, a moment.” he pleaded. I knew he was trying desperately to last longer for me.

I stopped moving as commanded, but my breath was still coming in quickly, my breasts rising and falling, my nipples grazing his flesh. I could feel a feverish swell burning inside me, “Loki I-- I’m cuming”. The combination of my words, my eyes on his own, and my panting breath was enough to finish him.

He thrust into me, moaning loudly, calling out my name, and we came together, while he pounded his cum deep inside my belly.

We laid there, embracing each other, silent for several moments. I cuddled up next to him, resting my head on his chest, and began to trace and study every line on his pale blue skin, until they faded away from view.

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