So, Loki's always been a jealous little thing, especially when comes Thor, has been happening since they were children and has frequently caused problems.
And I was wondering, now that Loki is God of Stories, now that he's emotionally grown is there any difference?
Um, no-
Not really, not when having to share Thor with "new" people.
He's even giving him the unjust punishment Odin gave him (minus the kid's organs) and the title he spent eons of torment and death trying to get rid of.
We can even see his face go from sympathy because he knows what it's like to be Odin's forgotten son, he knows what like to just want it to end-
To rage because Thor gave him mercy as a brother.
It's even referenced in Al Ewing's current work.
In conclusion, when comes to sharing Thor's love with anyone he doesn't have to, Loki turns into Golum, or a hissing cat, whichever you prefer.
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Loki absolutely hated Mobius's boyfriend. It wasn't really personal, so to speak, it was just that Loki was going to hate anyone Mobius dated.
For one, and the biggest reason: His boyfriend was not Loki.
For another, nobody was going to be good enough for Mobius in Loki's eyes. Not even Loki himself!
And for a third, he couldn't put his finger on it but this man just rubbed him the wrong way.
At first Loki had thought that it was because he was jealous. Which he definitely was. But no...no, that wasn't the reason. He would have disliked this man even if he'd never shown the slightest bit of interest in Mobius or vice versa.
Finally, though, he found out in a rather shocking way just why he disliked this man so much as he overheard him talking about Mobius in a rather derogatory way. This man was just having fun. He was just using Mobius.
And oh. Oh no, that could not stand. Mobius was quite serious about this lover and Loki knew for a fact Mobius had developed real feelings for this cad at this point. This was going to devastate Mobius, and Loki felt real and true hate find its way into his heart for this creature who thought he could treat Mobius like a plaything.
This man may not have realized it, but he had just declared war. And Loki was a master strategist and a seasoned warrior. And this...this was his battleground. A war of wit, intrigue, deception, and mischief.
This cretin would pay. Loki would make certain of that. The mischief he was going to make over this would not be the simple, cute little pranks he tended to pull here so far. No, not at all.
He had gone and created the tree, stayed away for as long as he did, to give Mobius a chance at a real life and true choice. And he comes back hundreds of years later only to find that someone had been using Mobius this whole time? Playing with his emotions? And was still at it, dared to continue right under Loki's nose?
Did he think Loki wouldn't find out? Did he think Loki would do nothing about it when he did find out?
Well, this lout had another thing coming. And Loki would take great pleasure in cutting this little worm down to size.
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Summary: Loki is your lookout on a honeytrap mission. Shockingly, protocol is not followed.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Jealousy. Language. Mild violence. (w/c 2.8k)
Loki watched as you waited for a tall, mysterious stranger. Dark, handsome and most alluringly...dangerous.
He would descend the stairs of the underground club, savouring the feeling of every woman’s gaze falling on him as he made an entrance.
The stranger would cast his eyes over the pulsing crowd, finding himself inexplicably drawn to one person in particular through the thundering haze of bass.
Towards the one who did not give him the attention he desired. Towards you.
Loki grimaced. He knew the feeling.
He detached his earpiece. He didn’t need Wilson’s jarring voice telling him what his own eyes could plainly see.
The moody god crossed his legs, waving at the waitress and motioning to the empty glass in his hand.
She nodded with a sultry smile as Loki readjusted his spine against the seat, suit feeling suddenly tighter as he let his gaze wander back to you sitting alone at the bar.
Loki's proud brow creased as he tilted his chin to his chest. You were ignoring him, as you should. But still, it smarted.
The god’s eyes followed the cocky gait of the target making his way predictably through the parting crowd. Loki curled a forefinger to his lips, basking in the shadows as he watched the play unfold through narrowed eyes.
You knew what you were doing. You could kill the mobster with a well-timed flick of your hand to that special place on a man’s neck and yet…
Loki saw a smile light on your lips like a cigarette in the darkness. Introductions were made, the target's inability to have your attention denied to him was infuriatingly predictable.
She is irresistible, after all Loki thought grudgingly, taking the refreshed glass from the waitress with a silent nod of thanks.
You rested your chin on your palm, flirtations in your every movement making Loki’s breaths grow heavy; concealed in the shadows.
Your mission was simple.
Get the target alone, avoiding the suspicion of his henchmen hidden somewhere in the buzzing crowd. Subdue him and procure the USB drive from his person. Loki had no reservations that you would be able to complete this mission without his interference.
And that was what he was afraid of.
He had long accepted, albeit reluctantly, that his feelings for you ran beyond what was deemed acceptable in a ‘professional’ setting. His guttural moans of your name as he braced against the wall of his shower; spilling his seed against the tiles, was testament to that.
The ring of your laughter broke him from his trance, eyes narrowing.
He could feel the clench in his jaw tighten, seeing in slow motion as you uncrossed and re-crossed those sinfully bare legs.
'The target is a leg man' you had said in the briefing room earlier. Loki scoffed at the memory, choking back a growl as the villain’s hand skated past the edge of your dress.
One would not have to be a leg man, Loki thought, to wish to bury his face between those tantalising thighs.
In the cover of darkness he tilted his head, one hand curled around the glass while the other tightened in a fist. His short fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palm. The sight of the man bending into the curve of your neck; whispering pathetically inept platitudes into your ear.
It made him writhe with jealous hatred. Vengeful desire.
“Don’t” he murmured under his breath. Loki watched with bated breath as your fingers ran down that elegant neck he so often thought of marking with rough kisses.
The target’s eyes followed the trail of your hand, ghosting over supple cleavage. That dress was so short. So tight. Loki could never recall seeing you dressed in anything so provocative. If he had, he was sure it would have featured in his fantasies as he tugged his cock mercilessly atop his tangled bedsheets.
He frowned, seeing a self-satisfied smirk spreading across the stranger’s face as he indulged himself with a lingering leer down your neckline.
Those perfect lips of yours fastened seductively around the straw of your drink. You sucked gently, making your cheekbones hollow as you gazed into the target's eyes.
“Norns above…” Loki rumbled quietly, shaking his head. He pursed his lips as he straightened in his seat, feeling his cock twitch. Your practised hand crept up the stranger's thigh, making him reshuffle on the barstool where he perched.
“Gods.” Loki muttered in frustration, exhaling deeply. The sight of your seductions was making him unbearably horny; marinating in envy. Desire smouldered in the god’s belly, burning downward towards his groin as he tried to concentrate.
His eyes flickered around the room, searching for henchman lurking in the shadows. That was his job after all.
Stop it, he chided himself. He could feel his manhood thickening beneath the dark material of his suit, hardening traitorously as your perfect thighs taunted his periphery.
The curve of your skirt hoisted upwards as you leant forward, whispering wanton words in the mobster’s ear as your arm draped over his shoulder; breasts pressed against his chest.
Loki groaned, fist involuntarily flying to his mouth to stifle it. He leant forward, rubbing his forearms purposefully down his thick thighs. If I didn’t know better, he thought; I’d think she was doing this on purpose.
It wasn’t often that Loki Laufeyson wished himself to be in a lesser man’s shoes. Never, in fact. But as your hand crawled further up the target's thigh, fingertips grazing his surely disappointing manhood; Loki conceded that tonight he would indeed wish himself in another man’s trousers.
He hissed, pinching his leg tightly as you sucked your fingertip, lashes fluttering in the soft glow of the bar lights. Loki swallowed, his unblinking eyes prickling with dryness as he tried to contain the lethal magic simmering beneath the skin of his palms.
The target suddenly stood. A coquettish laugh tinkled from your lips as you hopped from the stool and straightened that short little dress.
Loki shrank back in the shadows, watching through lowered eyes as you followed the man towards the fire exit, your hand in his.
Laufeyson's orders were simple – stay on guard. Do not get involved unless required. But Loki had seen the way the target moved towards the doorway, a slight limp betraying his body's readiness to fuck you senseless.
I think not. Loki thought, hot blood thundering in his ears.
He downed his drink, hair flicking back as his jaw set with purpose. His long legs unfurled, rising and slipping to the side as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms.
The god slid subtly through the darkness. The glow of the fire exit light guiding a path through bustling crowds gyrating in sweaty ecstasy around him.
He took a deep breath, pushing the door with ease and slipping inside. Moans of exaggerated pleasure wafted from around the corner of the dark hallway, Loki's looming form casting a long shadow across the floor.
His teeth ground together as a twisting nausea rolled in his gut. Those sounds were his to command. His body directing the course of your pleasures. You were his. Even if you were yet to be party to that fact.
And Loki would make sure you knew it before the night was out.
The handle of a familiar dagger appeared within his grip, the war-haze of his emotions running ahead of his mind. Carefully, he stalked to the corner; grunts of feral need leaking from the target under your attentions indicating your mission was a resounding success.
“Yesss, baby” you groaned, your head tilted back towards the wall as the mobster’s hands roamed that sacrosanct body, tainting you with his inferiority.
Loki watched one of your hands rub the target’s crotch, the other snaking indecipherably into the hip pocket of his jeans.
“Uhhhh fuck, you filthy whore. You like what you feel, baby?” the oblivious man groaned, thrusting his groin against your body.
A shiver of rage roll over the god’s skin. Blinded to downfall by his own base desires, Loki sneered. What a fool.
Silently he stepped over the threshold of the corner, striding gracefully towards the man draped over you. A loud thwack sounded as the god smacked him to the side of the head with the butt of his dagger; clenched in an iron fist.
“Loki!?” you gasped, as the target fell to the concrete floor with a thud. His blade glinted in the low lighting from solitary bulb hanging haphazardly above, your heavy breathing echoing as you fiddled with the straps of your dress.
“I have it..I have the-”
The target groaned, beginning to crawl towards the exterior door. Loki rolled his eyes, baring his teeth in a snarl.
He took two short steps, stomping him sharply in the ribs with his heel. The man exhaled loudly as the furious god squatted down, pulling the mobster's hair back and thudding his forehead against the ground once.
Satisfied, he rose. Asgard's dark prince turned to you slowly with his chin lowered, his jaw clenched; eyes smouldering in the darkness. Every inch the vengeful god.
Heat blossomed beneath your skin as you stumbled back against the brick; wetness sliding against your thighs. Loki’s hand slammed to the wall beside your shoulder, his breathing heavy as you cowered beneath him. Your eyes widened, breaths short.
You weren’t afraid of what he might do. You were afraid of what he might not.
His stare was ablaze with lingering anger, a possessive, feral flame simmering beneath that flawless skin.
A reaction, you thought, waves of excitement frothing through your centre. Finally.
Half-lidded eyes stared into your own as his tongue nervously flickered over his bottom lip. Restraining himself.
You wished he wouldn’t, just this once.
“Loki?” you repeated, his name no more than a whisper. “Is he dead?”
You cast your eyes down to the sprawled figure of the target at your feet. Loki shrugged. “Does it matter?” he murmured, a devilish smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.
The surrounding gloom cast over his features, sharp cheekbones carved from shadows. His previously immaculately slicked back hair fell around his steadfast jaw. You stared up at him defiantly, waiting for him to speak.
He always spoke.
“You have it?” he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lip as you raised the USB to eye level and slid it inside your lingerie.
“I had the situation under control, Laufeyson” you purred, straightening his tie. You saw his taunt bicep flex from the corner of your eye where he had you caged, his eyebrow twitching at your touch; the palm on the wall slipping slightly.
“Of that I have no doubt, Agent” Loki growled darkly, taking a step closer so his hips were flush against yours. “But you see, I find myself very much not in control of this particular...situation. It is a most peculiar feeling. I fear, it must be rectified.”
Your breaths staggered as a hard mass pressed against your thigh, pulling slowly upwards against the thin material of your dress.
“Oh?” you whispered, the intended coyness catching in your throat as his mouth hovered by your own.
“Mmmm” he hummed in vague response, brushing his lips against your skin like a fucking tease.
“L-Loki?” you choked, as his fingertip trailed down the bare warmth of your shoulder.
“Yes, Agent?”
You tugged his tie sharply, drawing his face in front of yours. A knowing smirk was plastered across his unbearably handsome features; his hard-on pulsing gently against your desperate skin.
In a second, you clashed together. A mess of tongues and teeth hungrily pressed against the dirty wall as Loki’s hands ran down the curve of your waist like a man possessed.
Your mind was hazy, his mouth descending like a predator over the curve of your neck. He was everything your soul needed. Everything your body desired. He was everything; and he was devouring you with a violent need like you had never known.
“Do you want this, Agent?” he muttered darkly against your skin, the deep tones of his voice seeping beneath the surface like warm oil.
You kissed him ravenously in confirmation, the firm wetness of his tongue silencing unspoken thoughts as your back arched against the wall.
Long fingers raked through your hair, tugging your head back as he sucked a bruising kiss into the veins of your neck. Your hands grasped at his torso, un-tucking his shirt from those sinfully fitted trousers.
“Come now, Agent…” he purred, hoisting your ass forwards; making his thick thigh edge between your own. “Don’t you think you deserve better than a quick fuck in a dark hallway?”
You looked at him sceptically, noting the mischievous smile curling at the corners of the god’s lips.
“You knew exactly what you were doing, Laufeyson…” you muttered, roughly sliding a heavy buckle through its holster.
He chuckled, shoulders flexing as he watched your busy hands at work, a whisp of a groan filling the air as you grazed his straining manhood.
“You’re right, Agent” he murmured, as the belt clattered to the concrete floor. “I do know what I’m doing.”
Heavy base thundered through the stone at your back, waves of sound rolling sporadically through your consciousness as the real world melted away.
Loki leant forward, effortlessly spreading his palms around the tops of your thighs and lifting you against the wall. Your legs wound around his hips, the pressure of his mouth massaging into yours with pure, feral longing. Blood boiling in your veins.
You gasped as his fingers slid past the weak boundaries of your soaking panties, gracefully playing through the wetness of your folds. “So wet darling, I do hope that cannot be attributed to our unresponsive friend.”
He nodded towards the figure strewn on the floor.
“Shut up, asshole.” you hissed, pulling his face sharply to yours. The taste of his saliva was addictive, moreish. You wanted it to coat every part of you, every single inch. The things that the infuriating god had done to you in your head with that talented tongue buried between your thighs...but that would have to wait.
Loki hoisted you higher as his grip on your ass tightened. A free hand buried between his legs, a subtle bend of his knees indicating that your professional relationship was about to be irrevocably ruined.
“Fuckkkk, yes, come on...” you groaned, feeling the tip of his thick cock tease against your slippery pussy, pushing your panties to the side. He held it firm at the entrance, that smug smirk playing at his lips again as darkened eyes glinted in the shadows.
“I was watching you…” he murmured, rubbing the head teasingly at your soaking lips as you keened beneath him.
Your hips thrust forward, aching to feel him fill you with what your body craved. “You’re very good at your job, Agent. How is a mere mortal man ever to know what is real, and what is fiction?”
His words were goading, but the twinge of insecurity in his tone shuddered the air. Your forearms rested on his broad shoulders, the tight cotton creasing on every flex of his breaths in the half-darkness.
You let your fingers run through his hair, tugging it backwards; making him hiss as his strong chin pointed to the ceiling.
“I knew you were watching me, Loki” you whispered against his neck, feeling a rumble of need erupting in his throat. “His henchmen could have been spiking your drink and you’d have been none the wiser. You couldn’t take your pretty eyes off me, could you?”
Loki shook his head, earning himself another sharp tug of his hair. You placed gentle bites along his jaw, savouring the soft moans they delivered. “I may have been playing the target, Laufeyson...but I was playing you, too.”
With a growl, the god thrust himself mercilessly deep.
Your head fell back, features twisted in a grimace of pleasure as your fantasies came real in one tight squeeze of his hips. He paused, tendrils of hair brushing against your cheeks as he panted above you. “Are you alright?” he murmured tenderly, seeing you nod below him.
Loki’s thighs clenched, propelling him upwards into your soaking pussy once again. A guttural groan you had never heard before flew from your throat, your body overwhelmed by the sensation as he began to fuck you against the cobbled wall.
“Jesus Christ” you whimpered, as his face buried in your neck. Every centimetre of your body was electrified by his pulsing thrusts, his incomparable cock unlocking deep pockets of undiscovered pleasure.
He chuckled against your bare skin. “Wrong one, darling” he purred, “let me hear your true god’s name fall from your lips as he takes you.”
You sighed, back arching as Loki’s fingers grazed against your nipple. The flimsy lace of your bra was no barrier to his intentions, fizzing nerves lighting beneath his purposeful touch as he circled the sensitive point. “Loki…” you moaned loudly, making him grunt in approval.
“Louder.” he muttered, biting the curve of your shoulder; making you yelp.
“Lokiii…” you groaned, an echo resounding down the dark corridor against the hum of thundering music.
“My name on your lips like that, Agent..uhhh...N-norns, I could g-get used to t-that.”
Loki’s primal sounds of pleasure had grown heavy, erratic. You could feel your walls beginning to clench around his girth, waves of pre-climax threatening to overwhelm you at any moment.
Your fingers tussled at his collar, grazing the skin of his neck as you panted his name to the ceiling with every upwards heave.
White noise sounded in your ears; your vision blurry; the feeling of going over a hill in the backseat of a car rising in your belly with every purposeful rise of his powerful hips. “Im-g-going to c-come, Loki...I’m-ohgod..fuckk-”
The god flicked his hair over his shoulders, drawing you closer to his chest. The angle was too much.
With a thundering cry of his name you came over him, wetness spurting around the pillar of flesh seated deep inside you. Your ass collided with the stone, his solid thrusts edging as he lost control. “Gods...g-gods, fuck...yes. Gods. Y-yes. Yes.”.
With a feral growl he came, hair blanketing you in darkness as your fingernails dug into the firm muscle of his shoulders.
Rumbles of your name vibrated against your ear; his teeth clamping on the delicate skin of your earlobe as he rode his pleasure alongside your own. Choked moans peppered the air as you both caught your breath; languishing, wet kisses in place of words you couldn’t muster.
A sharp hum stung against the concrete by Loki’s feet, breaking the heady pause.
His face rose from your shoulder, placing you back on solid ground with a sheepish smile. He leant back against the wall with a sigh. The sound was your phone vibrating in the handbag upended to the side. You knew who it would be.
You brought out the comms device you had hidden in your bra, pressing the on-button as you took a steadying breath. “All good, Wilson. Sorry - had some...interference.”
Your hungry gaze ran over Loki’s pleasure-drunk features, a smirk piquing his dimples as his head rested back against the cool brick.
The god’s eyes were closed, lips parted as breathy pants rolled from his heaving chest; utterly spent. And utterly yours.
“Target acquired.” you murmured in confirmation to the microphone at your lips, smiling to yourself before flicking it to the floor.
Summary: The Avengers are giving the newly reformed Loki a hard time, so you and Bucky decide to take him under your wing. Sexually. (Dom!Reader x Sub!Loki x Sub!Bucky)
Word Count: 5.9k
A/N: Here is part 2! Ty to @green-mischief-managed for beta-ing this piece! Y'all should get at them to beta your stories!
Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, 18+, NSFW, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of spanking, use of paddles, cock rings, vibrators, anal sex, penetrative, vaginal sex, cream pies, threesome, polyamory, voyeurism
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PART 2
7:53 pm.
The green-eyed god splashed water on his face. He dried it with a fluffy towel, then gripped the sides of the glass bowl sink. Loki was nervous, which was ridiculous considering his millennia of sexual escapades. From threesomes to orgies, chains and whips, voyeurism, and some very questionable humanoid forms, he had done it all. Thor used to jokingly call him a whore — which was laughable considering the hero’s own indulgences — but it was the truth. Loki loved sex. Craved it. He was comfortable with things that would send most people running for the hills. Yet when it came to you, he felt like a virgin.
7:55 pm
Loki left his room. The emptiness of his floor had nothing to do with the other Avengers being out of the tower. No one trusted him, so no one wanted him to have a room on the common floor. This meant Loki was locked away on the smallest one, which used to be used as storage. He never minded being alone, but lately, he found the solitude to be lonely.
You would visit him at times. Your company served as his break from the madness that was his mind. Thanos, New York, New Mexico… he never quite forgot it. The memories were there in his head. Most days he could ignore it. Others, it was harder to do so, but nothing bothered him like waking up to a deserted floor and realizing that he had no one.
7:57 pm
The elevator ride down to the floor you and Bucky shared was short – ten seconds, to be exact. Loki had counted on one of his previous trips to the floor. Both you and Bucky had invited him down to watch movies or for dinner on several occasions. At first he declined all invitations. He wanted to be left alone. The guilt from his crimes was eating him alive, and he used his forced confinement as a punishment. He deserved it.
7:58 pm
After a while, he gave in. He accepted the first invite on a dreary Friday evening to watch a horror flick and eat sushi. Despite the lack of imagination that went into the movie, Loki found he actually enjoyed himself. It was nice to be in the company of people who did not fear him or look at him like he would gut them at any given moment. You even permitted him to use your floor as he pleased, which is how he was able to hear the two of you fornicating the night before.
7:59 pm
He did find it strange at first that you and Bucky had a separate floor. Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff were in a relationship, yet they shared a room on the common floor with everyone else. You and Bucky even had separate rooms. After this morning, he understood why.
8:00 pm
His hand reached out to knock on your door. It slid open of its own volition. “Mr. Laufeyson is here.”
Loki jumped. He was still not used to the A.I. The voice bothered him and sounded like another way to keep tabs on him, so he asked Stark to disable it. Of course, that request met with a loud chuckle. It was not until he voiced these concerns to you that the matter was handled. Per the rules of his stay, the A.I. was not disabled, but you made it so J.A.R.V.I.S only spoke to him when he called out, or something was amiss in the tower.
“Thank you, Jarvs.” He heard your voice before he saw you. You stepped out in a silk robe, tied carelessly at the side and stopping mid-thigh. “Loki! You’re here!” There was a paddle in your left hand that got his attention. “Oh,” you tossed it aside, “that was for Bucky. He got a little too excited while we were playing.”
You walked into the room. After a moment of contemplation, Loki followed. The door shut behind him with a soft hiss, and he let his eyes wander around the room. He noted that it was bigger than his. Stark gave him a simple room consisting of a bed, dresser, and an adjoined bathroom. This was at least twice as big. A mix of modernity and class decorated the room, dark walls contrasting nicely with the lighter furniture. Besides the king-sized bed in the centre, there was a hassock at the end, and an armchair near the double doors of what he assumed was the bathroom.
A naked Bucky was kneeling in front of the armchair. His hands were behind his back, clenching and unclenching in an attempt to control himself. There was a long, vibrating phallus protruding from between his butt cheeks. Loki noted the red marks scattered across the soldier’s ass and shuddered.
“Oh, don’t worry about Bucky. I can’t actually hurt him. He just loves being spanked.” You stepped in front of Loki and placed your hands on his chest. They moved up over the woven material of his sweater and into his hair, fingernails scraping his freshly washed scalp. Loki mewled and dipped his head to allow you more access. “Do you like being spanked?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted.
You grinned. “I bet you do.” Your hands moved to cup his backside, giving it a firm squeeze. “And do you like it more in front, or from the back?”
His eyes strayed to Bucky again. “B-both,” he stammered. “I like both.” Your hands left him. He whimpered at the loss of contact, but one stern look from you shut him up.
The paddle you had discarded lay on the carpet. You picked it up and sauntered over to Bucky. With a gentle hand, you let the rectangular end of the paddle touch his ass. Bucky jumped out of his skin.
“Shh.” You sat on the armchair in front of him. His head lifted to look at you, and through the sweat and harsh breathing, Loki saw nothing but adoration in the soldier’s blue eyes. “Look who came to play with us, baby.” You turned his head towards Loki. “Say hi.”
“Hi,” mumbled Bucky. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lashes casting long shadows on his sculpted cheeks. Loki nodded in response to the greeting. The way you stroked Bucky’s hair had a feeling of envy washing over him. He wanted to be the one at your feet. He wanted to be the one receiving your attention.
“We’re gonna give you a little rest now, okay?” The soldier nodded as you reached down to grasp the phallus within him. You carefully rotated it out of his asshole and turned it off. Bucky pitched forward in relief. His head found your lap, allowing you to stroke his hair. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
He watched you card your fingers through the soldier’s hair until his body stopped shaking. Even after he stopped, you continued your motions, going as far as to place soft kisses on the side of his stubbled face. Loki’s fist clenched.
“Can you sit, baby?” The soldier nodded. “Good. Sit on the pillow for me, go on. I’m gonna play with Loki for a bit.” There was a square pillow on the floor near the bed. Bucky sat on it and leaned his head back against the mattress. As he did so, Loki noticed the most peculiar thing. Though his body was relaxed, the super-soldier’s cock was at attention. The thick, veiny member reached for the ceiling, and around the base was a circular object.
The circle was a polished blue, taking on a marbled appearance. Lines of silver swirled through the ocean tones. Loki turned his head to the side. He analyzed how Bucky’s penis was swollen, almost visibly throbbing, and concluded it served as some sort of construction.
“It’s a cock ring,” you informed him. “Have you ever used one before?”
“I have not.” Your eyes blew wide.
“Really?” You stood up and walked over to him. “You? You’re a thousand years old and have never used a cock ring?” Loki shook his head. “Would you like to?” Before he could answer, you reached into the pocket of your robe and pulled out a velvet bag.
“What’s this?” he asked. You handed it to him.
“It’s for you.” Loki turned over the bag to empty the contents into his hand. A ring similar to Bucky’s fell into his open palm. His green eyes roamed over the jade stone and swirling gold lines. “Do you like it?”
Loki looked down at you. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’ll look even prettier around your hard cock.” The shift in your voice resulted in a sharp intake of breath from the god. Your eyes were dark with lust, tone stern, and he knew it was time to listen to you. “Do you want me to put it around your pretty cock, sweet boy?”
Loki almost moaned. The nickname set off a visceral response that had his pants feeling a size too small. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” You reached down to palm him through his pants. “What do you want me to do?”
“I-Fuck! I want you to put it around my pretty cock.”
“Well, I can’t put it around your cock if I can’t see it.” You walked backward to the chair and took a seat. Crossing your legs, you gave him a smirk. “Undress.”
Loki started with his sweater first. He pulled the black top over his head to reveal his bare chest. Next, his hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. The sweatpants he had chosen for the night pooled around his bare feet with one hard tug. He had forgone underwear, leaving his nude body to the desire-fill stares of you and Bucky.
“On your knees,” you ordered. “Crawl to me.” He did as he was told. Your eyes tracked his movements until he was in front of you. When he came to a stop, you leaned forward to grip his chin. “Good boy.” You motioned to his erect cock. “Looks like someone is excited. Are you excited?”
Loki moaned as you seized his cock. Your warm hand felt like a heater on his member. “Yes, I’m excited.” You held out your palm.
“Give me the cock ring.” He gave it to you. “Open your mouth.” Loki obliged, and you slid the cold device past his lips. “I need you to get that nice and warm for me before I put it on you.”
While Loki sucked on the ring, you reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a little blue bottle with a white cap. You flicked open the top and hovered the tip over his cock. He hissed when the cold jelly fell onto his skin. “Y/N!” The shout was muffled by the device in his mouth.
“It’s just a little lube, sweet boy.” You used your fingers to spread the clear substance over his throbbing member. Every swipe of your digits made him thrust his hips towards you. “Give it to me.” He opened his mouth and you took it, then grabbed his cock with the other. You positioned the toy at his head, and a whimper slid past his lips. “Relax, sweet boy. What’s your safe word?”
That was a difficult question to answer. He had used and given so many over his lifespan that it was hard to zero in on just one. “I have many.”
“Choose a new one,” you told him. “One that’s just for you and me. It can be anything.”
His cheeks reddened. Your use of ‘you and me’ had only one word coming to mind. “Pancakes.” A snort sounded from behind him.
“Bucky.” Your voice was a reprimand. “Do you want more lashes on that red bottom? With the belt this time?” The soldier quieted down. “Ignore him,” you told Loki. “I think it’s a lovely safe word. Now take a deep breath for me, and don’t be afraid to use it.”
Loki breathed in as you began sliding the ring onto his shaft. It gave a little trouble around the head, but managed to go on smoothly once you were past it. You lifted a brow by way of asking him how it was, and he answered, “A little snug.”
“It’s supposed to be like that. Is it painful?” You were rubbing the head of his cock with your thumb. Even if he were in pain, Loki doubted he would admit it. “Loki, I need you to be honest with me. Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” You released him and leaned back. The edge of your robe was already short. Now that you sat down, it rode up about two inches higher than it was before. Loki eyed the bare skin with a hunger. As though you read his mind, you spread your legs to give him a glimpse of your soaking lips.
“Bucky was eating me out while we were waiting on you.” Loki felt your hands in his hair. Your fingers gripped the locks and pulled him close, so close that he was sure you could feel his breath on your hot cunt. “He got a little too excited and I had to punish him, so we didn’t get to finish. Would you like to finish me off, sweet boy?”
“Go on then.” You guided his head to the apex of your thighs, and he got to work. Loki was good at using his tongue. Whether it be lying or licking, his talent was unrivaled, and he wanted to show you just how good he was. Within seconds he had your moans filling the air.
Though Loki was the one giving you pleasure, he knew well that you were in control. Your hands stayed in his hair to hold him to your cunt, and he kept his behind his back. Even though he wanted to grab your thighs and throw your legs over his shoulder, he refrained. He wanted to be your good boy, not like Bucky, who had to be disciplined for bad behaviour.
“You’re so good, sweet boy,” he heard you breathe out. He glanced up at you to find your head rocked back against the chair. Your eyes were screwed shut, mouth open in silent gasps. His teeth grazed against your clit and your hips thrust into his face. “Oh!”
He heard panting from behind him. The sight of his face buried between your legs was getting Bucky worked up again. You heard it, too, since you opened your eyes and gave Loki a knowing grin. “I think Bucky’s getting lonely. Better hurry up, sweet boy.”
Loki did not need to be told twice. He increased his speed, licking and nibbling your clit in a cyclic pattern. Had he been allowed the use of his hands, he would already have you undone. Instead, he alternated between tongue-fucking your walls and circling your clit until he felt your grip tighten. Your legs came up and over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back. He felt your body contract for just a moment, and then you came into his mouth with a loud sigh.
He lapped up all of the juices as best as he could while you recovered. His lips pressed kisses to your thighs—soft, tender, because he wanted to be your favourite. You tapped his head by way of bringing his attention to you. When he looked up, you leaned down to give him a kiss. Loki swore his corrupted soul travelled to Valhalla and back in that very moment. He pouted when the kiss was over.
“Don’t pout,” you chided. You reached down to grab the ring around his cock. A hiss left his lips when you twisted it. “Just making sure it’s not too tight. It looks so good on you. Don’t you think it looks good on you?”
“Yes,” Loki whimpered, and laid his head on your knee. The movements were sending vibrations up his shaft and radiating to the base of his spine. His pleasure was increased further by the lube, which had long begun to tingle on his skin.
“Bucky chose it,” you told him. “He said the green matched your eyes. Do you want to thank Bucky for choosing such a nice toy for you?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes. “Yes you do, because you’re a good boy. Come over here, Buck.” Loki heard shifting, and then the blue-eyed soldier was right next to him. A gentle hand lifted his head. Your other hand rested behind Bucky’s head, pushing them together until their noses bumped.
Loki felt the soldier’s lips descend on his. He had kissed men before. Some were gentle, more were rough, and a few just let him take the lead. Bucky was more of the dominant type. His hot tongue slipped into Loki’s mouth and began exploring the orifice. Loki moaned low. He gasped when he felt a nip on his bottom lip. Bucky was grinning when you pulled them apart.
“Was he good, Buck?” you asked.
“So good,” Bucky replied. His eyes went to you, taking on an uncharacteristic shyness. “C-can I fuck him? His ass looked so good when he was eating you out.”
“That’s up to Loki.” Bucky’s forehead creased. “I’m serious. It’s his first time with us, and he’s behaved so well. You can fuck him if he says it’s okay.” Your eyes met Loki’s. “Do you want Bucky to fuck you, sweet boy? Hmm?” Your fingers stroked his hair. It was as though you could not get enough of the locks, or maybe you had figured out it calmed him.
Either way, Loki loved it. The feel of your nails against his scalp reduced him to the most docile little sub. He placed his head back on your knee and said, “I want whatever you want.” Your answer pleased him.
“Oh, you are a good boy, aren’t you.” His silence was rewarded with a kiss. “Buck, grab the lube. Loki, go lay on the bed on your side.” He did as he was told, choosing to face the wall rather than the window. Your naked body appeared in front of him moments later. “Hi, sweet boy.”
“Hello,” he mumbled back. The bed behind him dipped under Bucky’s weight. Loki tensed, and you shot him a worried glance. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted.
“Do you want to stop?” Your voice was back to normal, hand stroking his cheek in fluid movements. “You can use your safe word if you want. There’s no shame in it.”
“I’m fine,” he promised. You cared about him so much it almost brought a tear to his eye.
“Okay,” you whispered. You kissed his forehead, then directed your attention to Bucky. “Be gentle with him, baby. Take your time.”
“I will.” Bucky’s metal hand touched his hip. Cool fingers danced along his spine until they reached his asscrack. He heard a squirting noise — the lube — before feeling fingers at his entrance. A metal digit pressed down on his rosebud to relax the muscle, then slipped in. “You’re tight.” Bucky sounded surprised. “Not at all what I expected from a sex-drunk god.”
Loki moaned when Bucky curled his finger. The slippery metal created a sensation he had never felt before. Another finger began to push in, and Loki’s head fell forward onto your shoulder with a groan.
“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. The only answer was a guttural moan. “Yeah, he’s ready.” Loki could hear the smile in the man’s voice.
A kiss was pressed to the back of his head, another to his forehead. Your hands travelled down his back to cup his cheeks. He felt you gingerly pull his ass cheeks apart. “Relax, sweet boy.” Bucky’s hot tip poked his entrance. The head pushed past the ring of muscle, and Loki whimpered at the stretch. “You’re doing so well.” Bucky bottomed out, and your hands were in his hair again. You held him to your shoulder while Bucky began to move.
Loki hissed at the first thrust. It was so deep, and Bucky’s girth filled him to the brink. The soldier’s hands went to his hips as his pace picked up. Soon, all Loki could hear was moans. All he could feel was Bucky’s balls slamming into his skin and the immense pleasure the stimulation of his g-spot was bringing him.
“How is he, baby?” you asked
“So fucking good, doll,” Bucky breathed out. The man sounded like he was miles away. “Feels so good.” You chuckled.
“And how are you, sweet boy? Does it feel nice?” He whined when your hand gripped his cock. “Do you like Bucky fucking you?” Loki could not respond. Barnes had set a punishing pace that had his mind in pieces. All he could manage was an incoherent noise. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Your grip on him tightened, and he felt wetness on the tip of his cock. A glance down found you teasing yourself with his head. The swollen member pulsed in your hand with every swipe against your folds. Behind him, Bucky was nearing his end. Loki recognized the shift from controlled to sloppy thrusts and knew the man would not last much longer. He was not at all shocked when, a few seconds later, he felt the hot spurt of Bucky’s seed in his ass.
Bucky groaned low as he came. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the entire room with the sinful noise. His hips thrust wildly until they came to a complete stop. He braced a hand on Loki’s hip as he pulled out, making Loki groan at the loss.
“My turn.” A gentle shove had Loki turning onto his back. You straddled him, grip firm on his cock, and slid down in one smooth motion. Out of habit, Loki’s hands went to your hips. A sharp look from you had them falling away. “Good boy,” you petted his head. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”
“Okay.” Your hips moved slowly, grinding instead of bouncing. Loki appreciated the gentle movements. He once had a young giantess bounce on him so hard she cracked his hipbone. Loki had not been able to walk for a week. The careful, teasing pace you set was just right. There was no rush or competition; just you on top of him, riding him into oblivion.
Your hand turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. He felt his carotid beating, and you must have seen it through his skin, since the next thing he felt was your tongue over the pulsation. You sucked the skin hard, no doubt leaving a mark for everyone to see. Loki just bit his lip. He was yours now, and it was clear you wanted everyone to know it.
“Hold my hips.” Greedy hands flew to your sides. Loki gripped you with a bruising force. Your pace picked up, hips moving wildly over him. His cock was massaged from all sides. Your tight walls gripped him with a squeezing hold. “Fuck!” You fell forward, hands catching you just above his shoulders. The position caused your breasts to hover over his face, and he looked at them in need.
“Y/N?” Loki whined. His eyes were fixated on your nipples. “Can I…?”
“Yes, sweet boy. Suck my tits.” Your voice was a pant. Loki latched onto a nipple and began swirling it around in his mouth. Sharp fingernails gripped his shoulder to the point of breaking the skin. He ignored the bite of pain that radiated down his arm.
You looked so good above him. Sweat slid down between the valley of your breasts and dripped onto his forehead . The clench of your walls and massage of your cervix was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to begin thrusting up into you. Loki knew he could flip you on your back and have you crying his name in mere seconds if he wanted. The thing was, you were in control. You were taking care of him, which meant he had to lie there and let you fuck him.
Truth be told, he did not mind it. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Loki was lost in the pleasure. The orgasm that had been building with Bucky reared its head again, and before long he felt the telltale signs of his impending end.
“Y/N,” he warned. “I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me,” you told him. “Cum inside of me. It’s okay.” One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit. Loki watched the action with hooded eyes. His spine was tingling, abdomen rigid. The closer you got to your end, the closer he got to his. He focused all his attention on you — your face, your breathing, the way your breast bounced. On a whim, Loki bit down on your nipple. Your head flew back with a cry. He felt your walls clench around him, and then he was cumming.
It felt like the longest orgasm ever. His hips lifted off the bed. Instead of the usual spurts, his seed left him in one long stream. He clenched his fist as he waited for the euphoria to pass. Forever and a day went by before he felt his muscles relax, and his hips returned to the bed.
You were already lying on his chest. Your body was slumped, chest heaving, yet you found the strength to lift your hips off of him. A mixture of both your juices came out with his cock. You reached down to touch the ring. Loki hissed and moved away.
“Stay still.” You flattened a hand on his lower abdomen. “I need to take that off you before it starts to hurt.” Loki tried his best to stay still. The ring made his cock extra sensitive, so every movement felt like a shock. Tears sprang to his eyes when you finally removed it. The blood rushed in, and his entire lower body began to prickle.
“Y/N—”
“It’s okay, Lokes. I know.” You laid on your side next to him, hand pushing back his sweaty hair. “You’re gonna be sensitive for a while. Just relax for me, okay? I won’t touch it again.” Loki closed his eyes. He heard water running in the background and deduced Barnes was taking a shower. The man’s absence had gone completely unnoticed until now.
“Bucky knew it was time to leave us alone. He offered to stay in his room tonight so you and I could have a chance to talk.” Your leg was over his waist, careful to avoid his still throbbing member. The fingers of your right hand caressed his cheek as you spoke. “Tell me how you feel?”
“I feel…” Loki trailed off. Good felt like the obvious answer. Most people felt good after sex or an orgasm. Great just felt like he was trying too hard. He thought about the way his mind felt. There was a tranquility that had not been there before. The way you and Bucky took care of him, welcomed him into your relationship, stirred up an emotion that eluded him for years. “Safe,” he finished. “I feel safe.”
You kissed his cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad you felt safe enough to join us, and that you trusted me enough to let me take the lead. That trust will be important if you decide to go forward with this.”
Loki furrowed just brow. “‘This?’”
“Our relationship, silly. The three of us.” Loki looked at you like you had grown a second head. “Have you never heard of polyamory?”
“No, I have,” Loki replied. “It’s just… you want me? For more than a night?”
Your answer was simple. “Yes.”
“Why?” The question came out as a sob. “No one here likes me. Why do you and Sergeant Barnes care for me so?”
“Because Bucky sees himself in you,” you told him. “And I have a thing for redemption. You’re not a bad man, Loki; you just fell in a bad way. Let Bucky and I help you love yourself again. Say yes.”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.” You kissed him again, letting him take the lead this time. The supple skin of your lips parted to let his tongue into your mouth. French-kissing was normally a turn-off for Loki. He hated the feel of a slimy appendage in his mouth, or sliding his tongue into someone else’s. However, with you and Bucky, he found he did not mind it.
“I’m guessing he said yes?” Loki started in the direction of the voice. Barnes was standing at the foot of the bed, a towel slung low on his hips. His impressive chest was still glistening with moisture from his shower.
“He did.” Bucky grinned. He leaned down to kiss Loki’s cheek, then your lips, and said, “Don’t worry about his stuff, doll. I’ll move it down tonight.” Loki looked between the two of you.
“My stuff? What about my stuff?”
“Oh, you’re moving down here with us, Lokes.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I never should have let Tony stick you up in the stupid storage room. There’s an extra room down here. No more solitude for you. When you’re ready, you can decorate it how you like.”
This time, Loki did cry. Hot tears fell from his eyes in rivers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let himself fall apart. “Thank you,” he sobbed. “This means so much to me.”
“You don’t have to thank me, sweet boy. We want to do this for you.” Loki pulled his head out of your neck to look at you again. Barnes was gone, and it was just the two of you. “Do you want to take a bath with me? I can go run one for us.”
Loki nodded. “Yes, please. I like the temperature cool.”
“Of course, Lokes.” You kissed his cheek. “You’ll stay with me tonight, okay? I need to make sure you’re alright.” You patted his cheek. He watched you walk into the bathroom and leave the door open. The water started, hard at first against the tub and then quieter as it began to fill. By the time you came out to get him, Loki was fast asleep.
ooOOoo
Contrary to his belief, things were not awkward the next morning. You wanted to sleep in, so Bucky collected Loki and brought him down to the breakfast area. He made good on his promise to teach him to make pancakes, although he ended up doing much of it himself. All Loki really did was stir the batter. The men kept up a high level of conversation as they sat at the table. Loki was facing the door, Bucky at his side, so he was able to spot you as soon as you walked in.
“Morning, guys.” You were in a fluffy robe like the day before, long and secured at the side. Bucky smiled at you as you entered.
“Mornin’, doll. Sleep well?”
“So well.” You stretched your arms wide over your head, then gave Bucky a peck on the cheek. Though he tried not to let it affect him, Loki felt a little envy stir in his chest. It only lasted for a few seconds. As soon as you turned your smile on him, he melted. “Hey, sweetie.”
“Hey.” You took a seat on his lap and kissed him. His head spun with the action. Your hands moved up into his hair, and just when he was about to ask if he could take you on the table, someone walked in.
“Hey, Buck— Oh!” Loki pulled back to see a red-faced Captain Rogers standing in the doorway. Stark was next to him, as was Natasha, both their eyes wide as they took in your position on his lap.
“I’m sorry,” the billionaire began. “Did I fucking miss something?”
You placed your feet in Bucky’s lap. His hands immediately began to massage one. “Loki’s with us now. We moved his stuff onto our floor last night, and I wanted to take him out today to get some paint for his room. He can do that, right Steve? He hasn’t left the tower in so long, and he’s been so well behaved.”
Steve shot a look at Tony. He stared back, and gave a helpless shrug. “I suppose so,” Rogers mumbled. “Bucky would have to go with you, of course, in case anything happens.”
Bucky made a noise of impatience. “He’s not gonna try anything, punk. Come eat. Loki made pancakes.”
Natasha eyed them. “They do look better than yesterday’s.” Her eyes went to Bucky. “You supervised him?”
“Yes, Natalia,” Bucky sighed. “You’re very judgmental for someone who can’t cook themselves, you know. Lighten up. Look,” he pointed to Steve, who had already dug in. “Your boyfriend’s already eating.”
“They’re good, babe,” Steve nodded. “Really good. Great job, Loki.”
“Thank you,” he replied. The three other Avengers took seats at the table, hungry hands reaching for the golden fluffs. Loki eyed you with wonder in his eyes. “They’re being civil,” he whispered. “To me.”
“I told you we’d take care of you.” Like yesterday, Bucky placed a plate of pancakes in front of him. He then handed over the syrup with a knowing grin . “Eat up,” you coaxed. “We have a long day of shopping ahead of us.”
Loki picked up the fork. Everyone was eating now, conversation flowing like a river. Captain Rogers brought up the topic of an upcoming mission and all at the table were engrossed. Ideas were being thrown around left and right – how best to handle the situation, which Avengers should go, who was still beat up from the last time. To Loki, the answer was obvious.
“It should be me.” The table went silent.
Stark lifted his chocolate brown gaze to the man. “What?”
“I..” Loki shrank back. He had gotten ahead of himself. Just because the team had sat with him for breakfast once did not mean they had accepted him. His mouth opened to retract his statement, and he caught sight of Bucky. The soldier was giving him an encouraging smile. You, on his lap, were stroking the nape of his neck in a coaxing manner.
“It should be me.” His back straightened. “Sergeant Barnes is obviously tired from the last one, so are you and Sam Wilson. The archer is back with his family, and Dr. Banner refuses to leave his lab. So, unless you’re planning to send Agent Romanoff alone or contact my brother, I think it's high time you let me on missions.”
No one had an immediate rebuttal. The three Avengers stared at Loki with mixed expressions. Only you and Bucky did not react in an offended manner.
“Or let me stay here,” Loki tacked on, “and risk your collective tiredness tanking the mission.”
Steve was the one to speak first. The blue-eyed man measured him with a long stare, then asked, “How’s your training going?”
“Would be better if you would all stop trying to kill me,” Loki quipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Romanoff smirk.
“What about protocols?” Rogers fired off. “How to contact H.Q.? What to do if one of us gets seriously injured? How to contact the team if we get lost?”
“I’ve read the manual cover to cover. I am quite sure I can recite it word for word if need be.” Rogers looked impressed. Even Stark raised his eyebrows at the boast.
“Alright then,” the captain said. “It’s settled.”
You lifted your head off of Loki’s shoulder. “You’re letting him join you? Seriously?”
“Oh no. This was his idea.” Steve leaned back in his chair. A dab of syrup was on his mouth and his tongue flicked out to get it. “I hope you’re ready, Laufeyson. Next mission, you’re taking point."
• when loki came to earth again after the new York attack he came to cause mischief and chaos because he was bored (by being invisible to heimdhall and odin). he still thought that midgardians were weak and beneath him.
• until he met y/n one day while he was strolling around the city looking for trouble. Y/n were breathtaking to him and powerful,Flying in the sky wearing sexy f/c superhero suit, using your powers ( any types of powers or abilities you have) using them to save lives or destroy bad guys. You were a goddess to him. He believes that you and him were destined to be together.
• every night he would dream of y/n what it would be like to hold and kiss you, touching your soft f/c hair, having you beneath him while having sex, your contagious smile, to talk his interests and secrets to you,your laugh, your intelligence mind, being pregnant with his children, he will have y/n at all cost even if it means to conquer the planets just for you.
• he stalks every time to see what your life was,your likes and dislikes, your hobbies, your secrets, your desires. He makes a mental notes about his beloved y/n.
• if you have parents, let's just say they left without a trace for you to find. If u have friends, they packed theirs bags and went god knows where. If he finds out that someone has a crush on you let's just say they are dead the next day.he keep everyone out of the picture in your life cause for him, only you need him and him only. He will kill all the enemies who wants to kill you. He will protect his queen no matter what.
• he even designed the chamber for you (even though you will have to sleep next to him in his bed), types of dresses you would wear what he liked, everything will be there for you and it has to be perfect for you and in asgard because you are his goddess.
• when you get an alert from shield about loki, you were in a mission to find him not knowing that this was a trap set up by loki.
• the moment you see clone loki standing in front of you, loki will put you in a sleeping spell and a bracelet which will refrain you using powers against and his name on your bracelet to let everyone know that you belong to him. Keep trying to break the bracelet but you won't be able to break or remove it cause only loki knows how to take it off.
• once he kidnapps you and brings you to asgard in his chamber, he will never leave you alone. Scream, hit ,throw insults and attack him all you want but he will never let you go. He will force you to eat the golden apple of idunn so that you will be immortal like him so that you will stay beside him when he becomes a king and you his queen his darling wife. You are trapped with him forever though you don't like him.
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a/n: Tony is like a father figure here btw.
Stark Enterprises found itself under attack yet again.
It was right in the middle of a meeting, so atleast most of the avengers were present.
“You can’t just throw your knives, you’ll run out of weapons!” Nat yelled, blocking one of the intruders by kicking its chest.
“IT’S A TUESDAY, I WASN’T PREPARED FOR GIANT ANT-ALIENS!” you shrieked, throwing the last of your daggers at the creature who was closing in on you. It planted itself in one of its eyes, automatically disintegrating its body to dust.
More of them were now circling, obviously sensing your vulnerability.
But when one opened its mouth, only a scream came out. The insects before you faded away into green dust, and there stood Loki with a smug smile.
“Always have to have a dramatic entrance, don’t you?” you asked, rolling your eyes.
“You’re pleased to see me,” he said, raising his hands as if to try for a hug.
You bent down and took your knife from the floor, ignoring Loki altogether.
“C’mon I just saved your life,” he said playfully, as if he bought you four ice creams instead of killing four aliens.
You threw the knife, which missed his head by inches and hit another giant-ant, one which was sneaking up behind him.
“And I just saved yours.” You smirked.
“Miss L/N, I didn’t realize it was a competition.”
“It’s not,” you responded, looking around to see if the rest of the avengers were okay.
“That’s what you’d say because I’m topping you by three more kills,” he said, following you out of the room.
You remained silent, hoping he’d go away. But he took that as cue to go on.
“Or maybe you just like me being on top—”
“I will not hesitate to stab you too,” you hissed.
Truth be told, you did like how he openly flirts with you, but couldn't he wait until after you were out of a life-threatening situation?
“Y/N!” Tony came to the scene, his Iron Man suit disappearing. “You alright?”
“I’m fine—”
“Loki?” He blinked in confusion. “What are you doing here?” His eyes then darted to yours. “What are you doing with him?”
“I don’t know, he came out of nowhere,” you sighed, rubbing the dirt off your bloodied sleeves.
“I thought you were having a meeting,” Loki said, his voice mockingly pleasant.
“For Avengers,” Tony added.
“Yes, a meeting nonetheless.”
“But you’re not an avenger.”
Loki scoffed. “Now that’s just rude.”
“Can you guys kill each other after we’re done with the murderous ants?” you interrupted, exasperated.
“They’re gone,” Steve walked in, panting for air. “Killed the last one of them.”
“Ah thank you very much,” Loki did a small bow, which surprised Steve as much as seeing him inside the Stark Enterprises.
“Thank you?” Tony repeated. “You mean the things were here because of you?”
“I have a lot of enemies across the universe, some with more legs than the others.”
You frowned. “So they followed you here?”
“Astonishing, I know. I was merely here to visit you guys!”
“Visit Y/N you mean,” Tony corrected.
“Preposterous,” Loki laughed.
“Not that preposterous,” a new voice said, one which was way too familiar.
Thor had arrived, smiling warmly as he saw his group of acquaintances.
“Thor!” you called, attacking him with a hug.
“You’re happy to see him,” Loki noted, folding his hands.
“What are you doing here?” You asked Thor, ignoring his brother.
“Like Loki said, I was visiting,” he explained, still hanging a hand around your shoulder. “I begged him to come with me, because I knew the fresh air would do him good. He was cooped up in that palace for too long.”
“By begged you mean forcefully bring me here like I’m your prisoner,” Loki muttered.
Thor just laughed, then let go of you to find the rest of the avengers.
You looked at Tony with questions, but he shrugged as if to say — brothers, amirite?
---
“Why is he still here?” You asked Steve later that day.
“He’s staying for Christmas.”
“He’s what?”
“Well, Thor is staying for Christmas. I’m not sure if Tony would allow Loki to stay here so you don’t need to worry.”
You frowned, looking at the scene before you. Everybody had stayed behind after the fight, mostly to clean up, but some like Loki was just there to annoy others by taking random objects and asking what it was. Tony had responded to all of the questions by saying “that’s explosive" which only amused him more.
“Do you really like him?” Steve asked after a while, and you laughed so loud that it was clearly fake.
Steve raised an eyebrow.
“It’s Loki we’re talking about,” you said defeatedly.
“And? He obviously likes you.”
“He’s a reliable liar.”
“If that was so, he wouldn't be glaring at me right now,” Steve said with a smile.
Your eyes searched for Loki, who quickly looked away from Steve. You found what he was implying to be ridiculous.
“He’s not jealous—”
“He is.”
“He’s not.”
“I am.” Loki was surprisingly good at sneaking into a conversation. One minute he was standing across the room and now he’s before you, his eyes soft yet firm.
“I’ll go, uh, get a drink,” Steve said, excusing himself.
You tilted your head to one side, looking at Loki with an eyebrow raised.
“You’re jealous?”
“Yes.”
“You’re lying.”
“Fine, maybe — but you know why I wasn't jealous?”
“Because it was none of your business?” you asked.
“No, no.” Loki seemed more entertained. “It’s because I know you have feelings for me anyway.”
“You’re embarrassing yourself,” you disagreed, looking away from him.
“You do. Why else would you have a playlist with my name?”
“What?” You almost dropped the glass you were holding. “I don’t—”
“Don’t lie to me, I saw it.” His voice dropped, making his next words hardly a whisper. “Some of the songs were very... interesting.”
You blushed, but refused to give up. “You didn't see any playlist.”
“But I did.”
“No, you didn't!”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I deleted it!”
You closed your eyes when you realized what you just said. Loki looked as if he won the lottery.
He laughed under his breath, unable to keep it in. “See? What’s so wrong about admitting it? If all the flirting wasn't obvious, I like you too.”
He interlaced his fingers with yours, and you winced at the contact as if his skin was burning you. His eyes were ablaze with curiosity, a clear signal for daring you to move away. You only tightened the grip.
“Loki, you’re a god,” you said, as if accusing him of murder.
“And?”
“You’ll get tired of me. And forget me. In a couple hundred years, I’ll be nothing but your distant memory.”
“Y/N,” he closed his eyes, meeting your forehead with his. “If I’m a god and you’re a mortal, doesn’t that make us cosmic?”
“Nothing cosmic ever lasted for too long.”
“We can change that,” his words were soft, but you could feel the promise behind it. “Just one date. If it doesn’t work out, I swear I’ll stop all the flirting.”
“You do realize everyone’s staring at us?” you laughed.
He opened his eyes. “Who wouldn’t stare at you?”
“That’s sappy,” you commented, but realized you’re going to have to get used to the lines soon.
You peeked a glance at he group of people who were watching the interaction like it’s a reality show. Apart from Tony, Bruce was the only one who looked tired.
“Just kiss already!” He yelled.
“One date,” you said to the god of mischief, kissing his forehead. Loki frowned.
“You missed,” he replied, leaning in to press his lips against yours.
“Jesus, get a room,” Tony interrupted in fake-disgust.
“Do I get a room?” Loki asked earnestly. “Not for this but could I stay here with Thor?”
Tony was about to answer with a firm no, but then caught your pleading expression.
“Really?” He was exhausted. “You’re going to do the puppy eyes?”
“Is it working?” you asked, trying a smile to go along with it.
“Fine, fine!” He gave up. “Loki, you can stay. We need a reindeer for Christmas anyway.”
Loki kissed the back of your hand in celebration. Tony scowled, already regretting his decision.
HMBOMT is such an emotional roller coaster ride...😘😘
Only rollercoaster that I LOVE💚
I have a request
Can you pls write a HC about Jealous!Loki x Reader
Like I don't know why but I fell Like Sub!Loki will Overstimulate you to convey that only he can handle you and Dom!Loki will edge you to tell that he is the Incharge...😅😅
I love rollercoasters in general🤣
I'm glad you're enjoying, we are few parts away from the end. Here's a little something.
Warning : 18+, Mommy kink, daddy kink, the usual. Don't like don't read.
Sub Loki being Jealous
Sub loki would definitely get jealous because he's your baby and he's supposed to be the only one who gets to be under you or even touch you like that.
He would be all whiny and would throw tantrums if let's say he caught someone flirting with you.
A ferocious kitten, a brat is what he would be when he gets upset. Would probably give you silent treatment as well.
Once in bed, He'd definitely eat you out, use his mouth, fingers and his cock, one by one to make you cum again and again.
He'd prove to you that nobody else can take his place. He won't stop until you're begging him to stop,
"Mmm you're going to cum again mommy? think he can make you cum like this over and over again? I don't think so"
Once he's done exhausting you with orgasms, he'd hide himself between your breasts and just lay there, suckin and nibbling so you'd call him your good boy again.
"I'm the only one right mommy?" He'd tear up and would need assurance once he's jealous, because with jealousy comes insecurities.
Would giggle and squeal once you assure him that he's your one and only baby and nobody can take his place.
Dom loki being Jealous.
Dom loki is extremely possessive about you, you're his sub, his girlfriend and you belong to him only.
You might just try and tease him at a party to rile him up and He'd glare at you. That would be enough to let you know that daddy is pissed.
Would edge you with his fingers while he's driving you home, would make you ruin your panties and drench it with your juices.
"What babygirl? Can't take it? Should have known better right?"
Oh once he gets you in his bed, he'd tie your hands up and leave you with a vibrator on, the lowest setting so it's enough to keep you on the edge but not enough to make you cum.
"Look at you princess, you're so damn pathetic"
Would make you edge until you're crying and begging him to stop and make you cum.
"Oh I'd make you cum if you promise to be a good girl and not tease daddy like that again okay?"
And he would make you cum so hard around him while he fucks you with every inch of his cock.
He'd cum all over your precious skin because let's face it he'd need to mark you up after a scene like that.
Then he'd give you a warm bath and would cuddle you until you fall asleep in his arms.
A/N: A long overdue request from @sylvies4ever . Sorry for the long wait and if its a bit short.
Request: I LOVE jealous loki, could u maybe write a fic where loki is readers SO and he went to asgard for some royal business so the reader went to their best friends house (sam, scott, t'challa, or any character u r comfortable writing) for a sleepover till he came back
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With heavy steps, Bucky shuffled to his door at three in the morning. A persistent knock had forced him to get on his feet again.
“Hey.” Y/N greeted him sheepishly in their pyjamas as he opened the door.
“Nightmare?” he hummed blearily and Y/N nodded, “Come in.”
Y/N shuffled into his room and gently closed the door behind them. Bucky had already retreated to his sofa and plummeted head first onto it.
“I’m sorry if I woke you up but I didn’t know where else to go.” Y/N apologized as they sat beside him.
“Is your lover boy still on his royal excursion?" Bucky mumbled into the cushions.
“Yeah… it’s already been two weeks and I haven't heard anything from him, not even a life signal. You could think with Asgard being such a progressive and mighty place they at least had something to get in contact with other civilizations.” Y/N let herself fall onto their back with a huff.
“That's rough, buddy.” Bucky turned his head to them.
“I love how compassionate you can be sometimes.” Y/N grimaced and hit Bucky with a pillow.
“Hey, careful now." he protested, "Aren’t you used to it with your little ice cube of a boyfriend?”
“My little ice cube is the sweetest and most warm-hearted, caring man I have ever encountered.” Y/N defended Loki.
“Are we really talking about the same person?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“He’s just particular about whom he shows his real self.” they shrugged, “You two would get along great if both of you would make an effort for once.”
“If you say so.” he breathed, “So, what can we do to calm you down? I suppose you're still too upset to sleep?”
“It's almost like you know me, Barnes. Would you maybe join me in the living room to watch Aristocats with me?” they smiled sweetly at him.
“What kind of friend would I be if I denied you?” Bucky pushed himself up from the couch.
“A bad one.” Y/N grinned as they followed suit.
“Exactly.” Bucky hummed and opened the door for them, playfully bowing in front of Y/N to motion her through the door.
The first thing Bucky felt was the rhythmic bumps into the soles of his feet that disturbed his slumber.
"What now?" Bucky whined as his eyes opened with protest, still heavy from the bumpy night’s rest. He blinked against the sunbeams that already made their way through the windows, blinding him. His senses were quick to adapt when his eyes focussed on a fuming Loki.
"Oh hey, Loki, nice to see you." Bucky propped himself up from his slouched position.
"Get your filthy hands from my betrothed," he growled at Bucky.
"Loki?" Y/N stirred awake from their sleep when their head slid from Bucky’s shoulder. In a heartbeat they had already scrambled from the couch, jumping into Loki’s embrace.
"Loki, you’re finally back!" they slung their arms around his neck, beaming joyfully.
"You were right Y/N, he definitely is such a warm-hearted man,” Bucky stated sarcastically, earning a murderous glare from Loki.
“God.” Loki corrected him harshly.
“What did you say?" Y/N loosened their hug to look at Loki.
"Nothing. I just asked politely if he was so kind as to remove his fingers from my beautiful spouse-to-be so I could carry them up to our room." Loki feigned innocence.
"Somehow I don't believe you...," Y/N glared at him sceptically, "But tell me, how was your trip?"
"Great. We came to an agreement with Vanaheim earlier than we had anticipated. So I was relieved that I was able to come home sooner than I thought," he reported, "Just to come home to see you cuddling with the enemy."
“We just fell asleep while watching a movie,” Bucky interjected, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“Doesn’t change the fact that your filthy head was on theirs." Loki snarled at him.
“Don’t be so rude.” Y/N hit his chest warningly, “He only stayed with me because I had a nightmare and I didn’t know where else I could go. You weren’t here so Bucky offered to stay with me, so I wouldn’t have to be alone.”
Loki mustered Y/N’s face as he tried to find a reason to stay mad at Bucky but he knew that there was no logical argument. He grumbled under his breath before he nodded understandingly.
“You’ll get away with this one for now.” Loki glared at him.
“With what? I didn't do anything.” Bucky exclaimed outraged.
"Loki, don't be like that." Y/N scolded him, "Let's go upstairs and take a nap. I missed you and I need cuddles and it looks like you could need some too."
"Of course, darling." he smiled sweetly at them as if nothing had happened, "You, go on up. I'm gonna grab a snack out of the fridge and will follow you immediately."
“Sure, but behave.” Y/N locked eyes with him intently.
“Of course, my love,” he promised. Y/N pecked his lips quickly before they turned to Bucky once again, gathering their phone and blanket.
"Thank you Bucky." they hugged him quickly, “And sorry about him,” they whispered into his ears.
"No problem, Y/N." Bucky gave them a half smile and nodded goodbye.
"Don't take too long." Y/N reminded Loki.
“I won’t dare.” he chuckled and watched them take the elevator to their floor. As the doors closed his tender smile dropped and was replaced by a snarl.
"Don't test your luck again, Barnes." he towered over Bucky, "Y/N won't always be there to defend you." and with that, he had vanished into thin air.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?!" Bucky yelled into the empty room.
