#lokifluff

You couldn't help but cringe whenever the cuffs got your attention, reminding you just how messed up the organization you worked for could be. 

Loki had been doing tremendously well since New York- showing progress in his ‘rehabilitation’ by working on being better. He's gained mutual trust amongst the tower and the two of you had become close friends- and yet, car rides always had that stupid rule that handcuffs were required. 

‘’It's okay Y/N.’’ His gentle voice got your attention as you looked over, meeting his reassuring eyes that he was neither in pain nor discomfort while taking up the back of the van. ‘’It’s not so bad.’’

You gave a small sigh, wishing honestly you were allowed to at least sit beside him- sitting sideways against the van’s walls wasn't exactly limo tolerable. ‘’Are they tight?” you nodded to indicate the cuffs, wanting to check anyway since he now and again would rotate his wrists in his lap.

‘’I meant the company.’’ he teased and you couldn't help but laugh, especially when the two of you noticed a dry look coming from over Steve’s shoulder who had taken the front passenger seat. 

‘’Its not my decision either Loki, you know Fury calls the shots.’’

‘’And yet how much is Stark able to get away with?” Loki challenged, watching how Roger’s shoulders slumped at how right the statement was.

‘’I'll talk to him again, we’ve already pushed a bit of your leaveway and-’’

‘’He deserves it Steve, he’s helped so much on our recent assignments.’’ you pointed out, crossing your arms defensively as if you were the one being talked about but Loki shook his head. 

‘’Worry not about me Y/N, ill be free soon enough.’’

The statement had Steve whip his head around with a sharp look, only to find what Loki called his ‘kidding face’- which most of you all were still trying to recognize. 

‘’Sir, there seems to be a call coming in.’’ The agent in charge of driving SHIELD’s transport van got Roger’s attention. The screen lit up Stark’s face then who seemed to be semi distracted with loud interference behind him.

‘’Speaking of.’’ Loki mumbled.

‘’Gonna need you guys to make a pit stop-’’

‘’We’re not stopping at another coffee shop Stark.’’ you noted dryly before Tony shook his head.

‘’Different this time- we have more agents than anticipated and gonna need a little help, I saw you’re just about to pass the block.’’

‘’Romanoff isn't with you?” Steve raised a brow and already gave the driver a look that told him to change their route and head over.

‘’She is but she’s heading towards the root of the problem so i’m covering the outskirts which.. Seems to be scattering faster than I can keep up,’’ Tony cleared his throat, clearly having a hard time admitting such a thing but he did have a power problem back at home when Thor thought it was a good idea to ‘bring the toaster back to life’ and interrupted most of the repairs Tony was working on.

‘’We’ll head there right away and join you.’’ Steve nodded and Tony hung up. 

You just began to shift in your seat, feeling the familiar itch that stirred up whenever you were about to get the adrenaline rush but by the look on Steve’s face, you deflated quickly. 

‘’Were gonna have to stay here with Loki.’’

You raised a brow and the two of you glanced at each other before you returned back to Steve. ‘’Why can't we both help?”

‘’We’ll have enough coverage and you know Fury still hasn't found out about most of the cases where he’s helped,’’ Steve sighed and looked over at Loki. ‘’If you want those off sooner, we’re going to have to start following the rules.’’

‘’Fine by me, i quite enjoy watching the struggle from in here.’’ Loki shrugged with a smirk and would have relaxed his hands behind his head if he were able too. 

‘’Please Y/N,’’ Steve pressed, trying to suppress his irritation from the god- as if we needed another sarcastic smart ass on the team (his words, not yours) before you gave him a little nod.

‘’No problem.’’ you promised before glancing out the window to already find the van pulling up at the scene in question. 

In all actuality, you didn't mind staying with Loki.. if it didn’t make you hella nervous. The two of you have grown quite close in your friendship, the way people would flirt playfully but hinting on the borderline of meaning it but not confirming it. Unless you were reading the room wrong, you were getting small hints that Loki kinda liked you.. The way you liked him. You never were this nervous from the beginning.. But he’s begun quite recently to watch you intently, fondly, even speak in a way where it was almost.. Seductive? 

‘’Y/N.’’

‘’Huh?” you snapped out of it and looked over at Steve who was already fixing his face mask with the door half way open.

‘’Call if you need anything,’’ he warned, knowing he was also telling you to stay focused while you sheepishly gave him a thumbs up before he and the agent exited the car. 

As soon as the van’s doors closed, you were left in an almost loud silence, the kind where it was almost awkward and you thought that even the smallest shift would be too loud.

‘’You are nervous today.’’

Loki’s voice noticeably changed, that seductive tone he often took when the two of you were alone together. It sent that shiver right down your spine and although he still stayed sat in the backseat, somehow it almost sounded like he spoke right up against your ear.

‘’I feel like.. Their on to us..’’ you said quietly and turned your head to look at him, seeing how his eyes already waited for yours.

He smiled knowingly and lounged more in his seat, looking like he wished to cross his arms if he could. ‘’I ceased at my flirtations upon request love, anything else they pick up on could be merely out of assumptions.’’

You raised a brow accusingly at him with the faintest redness to your cheeks. ‘’I’m pretty sure they saw you touch my ass when I got into the van first.’’

Loki smirked. ‘’Merely accidental, I wished you not to misstep when entering but have to work with my.. Limitations.’’ he sighed and shifted his hands to make the cuffs known.

You weren't buying it for a second but allowed yourself to look at the cuffs finally with an honest expression, one filled with concern and longing to have them off. ‘’Seriously though.. Do they hurt?”

Loki’s expression became unreadable as he watched you, giving the faintest nod up to gesture for you to come over. ‘’Come investigate them.’’

‘’Loki..’’ you warned, giving him a small look while he gave you an indifferent one.

‘’No tricks darling, this is hardly the right place to take advantage of you.’’ he said innocently and your cheeks heated up.

‘’And here I thought you devoted yourself to being the perfect gentleman,’’ you quietly teased but nevertheless, slowly stood up and made your way over to where he was, having to hunch a little in the not so tall van.

‘’You could hardly blame my wavering patience when you keep looking the way you do,’’ his eyes hinted at looking you over, even if you were in your work uniform.. Then again, it was your tight jumpsuit.

‘’And how do I look?” you questioned, feeding into his teasing while his hands outstretched to meet you half way to take hold of yours, encouraging you to move closer until you now stood between his spread legs.

‘’Like you absolutely want to fall for me..’’ he smirked and you hesitated when you felt the light pull on your hands to indicate for you to lower yourself.

The two of you hadn't done anything necessarily.. Overboard to compromise your job or his trust.. But the growing tension of flirtation, touch and make out sessions were hiring the challenge by not absolutely devouring each other. You could never take on a friend with benefits, but the two of you hinted at loyalties where you'd be absolutely serious on being his partner if the world would have allowed you too.. 

Fury would claim he mind controlled you, getting you closer in hopes to perhaps gain an allie, secrets given and a chance to present escape. Fury knew nothing.. Nor did the team who now and again would often hint at suspicions themselves.. You knew Loki.. Loki would never do such a thing.. And you'd want nothing more than for the two of you to be together than having to just resort to subtle (not so subtle) touches, gestures and whispered words.

‘’We can work it out..’’ Loki whispered, drawing you back in the present as you looked at him, seeing how he continued to hold onto your hands while looking up at you as if he had read your mind. 

‘’You know it’s not that simple..’’ you sighed and felt him nudge your hands again, finally allowing yourself to sink down onto your knees so the two of you were more on eye level.. With Loki taking on a slight hunch as he leaned forward to look at you.

‘’It’s as simple as a disease darling.’’ 

His words made you look at him strangely, knowing he wasn't trying to be insulting but his hands clutched yours tighter to prevent you from pulling away. ‘’Do elaborate so that i do not get further insulted,’’ you half teased and he grinned, raising his hands quickly to catch onto your chin next, keeping you looking at him even amongst the awkward position with his wrists tied.

‘’They are the disease darling, the thing that negatively affects the structure or function of a good thing from happening.’’ he said gently and you studied his face a bit more.

‘’So you're saying.. You and I have a disease?” you almost wanted a laugh at the metaphor the two of you were sharing but that was your relationship wasn't it? All hints towards things that could be easily straightforward and explained. 

Who wants to be boring?

‘’Mmm precisely darling, or at least for as long as we keep living amongst these conditions..’’ he whispered, hinting towards the world amongst you while keeping his eyes on yours as if that was all he could see. His arms raised, being slow and gentle before he suddenly had you in the circle of his arms, his wrists resting just above your hip bones and pulling you closer to rest against his chest. 

You smiled gently at him, scooting all the more closer before raising your arms to wrap around his neck. You knew how you felt for each other, but you’d be lying if you didn't admit your frustrations weren't growing with the limitations you both had to endure because of SHIELD.. No.. because of him..

‘’I regret my actions all those years ago if I would have known it would compromise something I truly wanted.. Someone I truly love.. Our lifestyle right now is because of me.. And i cannot tell you how grateful i am for your patience and-’’

‘’Loki,’’ you stop him, noticing how his desperation and regret began to seep through and you brushed your nose against his to have him pause and look at you. ‘’If you and I are incurable.. To a world that no matter what, wants to keep us separate and stay blind from what they can't see between us.. I will gladly stay infected..’’

It didn't necessarily sound romantic, but the two of you just got each other. The world wouldn't understand, but the world didn't matter to you both. 

Loki’s eyes stayed on you until they began to flutter at the feeling of your looks brushing against his, teasing you at first before he pressed them a bit more firmly against you with his eyes falling closed.

The two of you simultaneously hummed against each other’s mouths, kissing each other over and over and over again with growing passion with each time you reunited. There came a point that you completely abandoned the fact that there was no exact time limit on when your comrades may return and you climbed up onto his lap. He was careful, holding you carefully in the loop of his bound arms until you were finally straddling him, pressing your chest back against his to return to kissing him, this time with his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

Kissing Loki always felt like the first time.. The passion, the intensity and domination, whether he was cuffed or not. The way he growled in your mouth when your fingers slipped into his hair, either tugging to scratch his scalp while his head leaned more into your touch. His own hands kept you firm against his, his fingers flattening enough to grasp at your ass and knead at it. 

If the two of you weren't in the van, your clothes probably would have finally been torn off- but there was always that knacking reminder that the two of you would always have to hold a little back.

Leaning back for air finally, the two of you looked at each other through half lidded eyes and his voice came out nothing more than a whisper.

‘’I wanna take you..’’ 

Your eyes fluttered and your head tilted back when you felt his lips now at your throat. ‘’Not here..’’

‘’I want to break you..’’ he growled, tugging you even closer against him while he nipped at your flesh, the feeling of his bulge twitching below you had you raise noticeable in the air, you almost considered it.

‘’Loki…’’

‘’Stop me before i do it again..’’ he whispered, desperation and need in his voice while you could feel his thighs tense below you and need to buck up.

The feeling between your own legs also was pulsing, the want to rub and hump him causing your legs to squeeze around his hips, you looked down at him with that shared mischievous look he often had when getting into trouble.

‘’Darling..’’ he warned, his jaw tense and you moved your hands to his shoulders now to stabilize yourself, fluttering your eyes when you pushed back a little before dragging your hips back towards his own, rubbing up against his bulge again that not only stimulated you, but had him getting riled up as well.

‘’Not-.. Gods.. not.. Here..’’ he didn't sound convincing much as his head fell back with his eyes shut, swallowing thickly as you repeated your action with the same pace in hopes to tease him. ‘’Darling.. You’re killing me..’’

‘’I’m suffering along with you.. But luckily nothing is quite impossible with the right determination..’’ you whispered, the corner of your mouth tugging up and you questioned if the two of you really were going to do this..

A hum left his lips as you began dragging back and forth, tilting your hips enough to stimulate your clit through your tight uniform before dragging your entire center over his bulge, giving him the same simulating pleasure where his hips began to tilt up and meet you.

‘’Fuckkk..’’ he groaned, Midgardian language having rarely left his tongue unless it were times like this- even if this was probably the riskiest thing you’ve ever done..

‘’I want.. Mmm i want too..’’ you mumbled, that coil beginning to wind up in your pelvis as you firmly began to hump him, adding a little bit more speed while his hands gripped onto you and helped drag you forward.

‘’I know darling.. I know.. So do i..’’ he ground out, fluttering his eyes open to watch you while your pupils blew up with lust.

The two of you kept at the rhythm, almost intentionally where you didn't want to finish just yet but to make this moment of pleasure last through touch and passion. Your thighs began to shake, ignoring the slight burn as the pleasure acted as a great distraction and your fingers curled now into his shirt.

He began to pant, watching you as if you were the most beautiful creature he had laid his eyes on before reaching up, cradling the back of your head before pulling you down, capturing your lips in his once more. 

The two of you moaned, your hips growing faster while his hips began to rock up into yours. His tongue explored your mouth, almost shoving deeper if you hadn't pulled back enough to bite at his bottom lip. The tease ran his hands back down to your ass, firmly grinding you back and forth against his hips before you began to feel his bulge pulse way more.

‘’Loki.. I’m.. i’m..’’ you whimpered, your arousal almost there while his pulses seemed to almost vibrate against your clit in the most delicious way.

‘’Go ahead dalring.. Cum for me.. Right here..’’ he whispered, his lips parted in a silent moan while he was nearly there himself.

With one more firm drag, your head throws back and you let out a moan, feeling your empty cunt clench around noticing but pulse and begin to drench a bit through your panties.

It only took a moment after you before Loki’s hands held you down against him, almost as if he were holding you down on his cock had it been inside before he pulsed and groaned, creaming his own pants while the two of you rode your high.

Your limbs shook and you wrapped your arms around him with your chin resting against his shoulder, taking in his sweet scent while he buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply until his hips began to slow down and settle. 

The two of you held each other for awhile, climbing down from your highs while feeling your heart beats against each other’s chests. You squeezed your eyes shut, emotions running through you with the need to squeeze him, kiss him, Hel- even cry with how much you cared for him.. 

His breathing grew even while his hands rose to gently begin rubbing one against your back soothingly, resting his chin against the spot between your shoulder and your neck.

‘’Loki?”

‘’Mmm?” he said quietly, thoroughly relaxed and you could almost hear the smile in his voice.

‘’We’re going to be okay..’’ you said quietly, almost snuggling closer before you felt him lean back, making you lean back as well to let him look at you.

His eyes were gentle, a smile soft on his lips while he looked up at you with as much love as you had in your heart. ‘’I know we will darling, i promise..’’

The sound and feeling of someone hitting the car caused you both to snap your attention towards the window, just enough time to see an enemy agent pass down onto the ground out of sight. Someone must have thrown him.

Raising your eyes to take in the scene, the two of you just discovered the battle happening right outside the van- shield’s flying, blasts firing, Tony darting in and out of your vision while people ran a muck to either evade Cap or throw a useless fist towards him. A battle scene at its finest with the dusk coming up to cover most of the view.

‘’..you think Fury would find out if we go out there and help?” you asked plainly just as the van rumbled and shook before settling again.

The feeling of Loki’s arms pulling you closer, followed by the growing bulge that began to come back below you drew your eyes back to his awaiting ones.

‘’Actually, why not the two of us sit this one out?” he smirked, that mischievous look coming to his eyes again and you knew exactly what he was planning to do.. again.

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“This one complements your eyes beautifully, you grace,” Idril said slyly, holding up one of Anariel’s gowns.

“What of it?  Prince Loki isn’t a suitor.  He's just taking me so I can tend the garden, to make me feel more at ease in Asgard.”

Idril rolled her eyes, “He certainly wants to be!  I have watched him watching you for weeks.”

“That’s what concerns me.  As soon as he realizes I am not going to be seduced, he will lose interest, and I will go back to being alone in a gilded cage.”  

“Yes, your grace, but you’re missing my point.  The way that Loki has been watching you has changed.  It’s less…lascivious, and more . . .I don’t know, almost wistful, and him asking you to tend the late queen’s garden.  You told me you felt his rage and grief when he spoke of her.  That is not the sort of gift given to charm a maiden into one’s bed for a few nights,” Idril argued.

“Speak plainly, Idril.”

“Let me ask you, your grace, do you feel any attraction towards Prince Loki?”

Anariel flushed pink.  “I don’t know, perhaps.  I mean, he is clever, and I cannot deny that he is very handsome and more to my liking than any of the hulking warriors of this realm, but he is also known for mischief …”

Idril teased, “You are hardly the epitome of courtly grace yourself.  How many suitors have been run out of the palace because you terrorized them.  And before…” Idril hesitated, reluctant to bring up a sore subject, “before Lord Eol set his sights on you, how often did you slip away from your guards and me, to go wander in the woods alone?”

“Most of my would-be suitors have only set their sights on my crown, and the rest bored me.  As for wandering off on my own, what can I say?  I am my mother’s daughter in many respects.  How do you think my parents met?  My sainted father was the poor guard always tasked with tracking her down when she would wander off,” she replied with a shrug.

“I have it on good authority that your father would enable your mother’s escapes, just so he could go and “find her” later,” Idril smirked.      

Anariel stared at her in shock. 

“Who’s authority?” she asked, scandalized when she realized her parents may have carefully orchestrated a courtship behind the backs of her grandparents, rather than the happy accident it appeared to be.

“Your brother.  I overheard him speaking of it to Prince Merenor once when you had gone exploring again,” she replied sweetly, feigning innocence, “He was explaining why everyone says how much like your mother you are, and the prince teased him, asking if he was going to hand pick the most handsome guards to go fetch you, in hopes of matchmaking.”

Guilt weighed on her heart, as always, as Anariel wondered again if her similarity to her mother was the reason she’d grown up without one.  Now it was the reason her people were at risk, and she’d been sent away.  She should have just stayed at the feast and suffered through Lord Whatever’s futile attempts to woo her.

“Stop, cousin,” Idril commanded softly, recognizing where Anariel’s mind had wandered.  

“None of that is your doing, and I'm sorry I brought it up.  I just wanted to illustrate that perhaps, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to feel things out with Prince Loki.  Anariel, you are my kin, I only want your happiness.  You, wisely, guard your heart carefully, but don’t guard it so closely you miss an opportunity.  You are a gifted telepath.  Spend the day with Prince Loki, get a sense of his intentions, but if his interest is sincere, be open to giving him a chance.” 

Anariel sighed in resignation, “You are right, dear cousin.  At any rate, I have no better plans, so I may as well enjoy the day.  And fine, I will wear the blue dress.”

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Anariel had caved and surrendered to her handmaidens’ excessive fussing over her appearance.  She let out a sigh of relief when there was a knock on her door, and Seriende opened it to find Prince Loki standing there.

In his hand was a bouquet of lilac blooms.  He had gone early to his mother's gardens and picked some of the newly revived blooms for the princess.  He had also changed his tunic and overcoat four times before deciding what to wear, but no one needed to know that secret.  

“Good morning, princess,” he greeted her with a bow, “I thought you might like some fresh flowers to brighten up your room.”

“Thank you, Loki,” she whispered, suddenly nervous.

Loki noticed her handmaidens exchanging knowing looks at the light pink that bloomed across Anariel’s cheeks, and gathered that his interest had not gone unnoticed by them.  Perhaps it would behoove him to make his case to Princess Anariel’s attendants.  Maybe they could be allies in his pursuit.

“Will you join me in the queen’s gardens?”

“Yes,” she replied, taking his proffered arm.  

His stomach did flip-flops as she laid her hand on his arm.  They exchanged polite pleasantries as they walked to Frigga’s private garden.  Once they arrived, Anariel hesitated.

“Are you sure this is alright, Loki?”  

“I’m sure.  It would also make me happy to see one of my mother’s favorite places in bloom once more, and it would please me greatly if I could offer you some form of solace while you’re away from your home,” he responded, smiling gently.  

Anariel looked at him and was surprised to find that the smile even reached his eyes.  She had noticed that most of the time when he smiled there was no genuine warmth to it.  Instead his eyes would remain cold, aloof.  The difference in his features when he gave a genuine smile was startling.  He was far, far more handsome than her initial impression.  The light in his eyes softened the sharpness of his cheekbones that made him look detached and arrogant.

“Thank you,” she said softly.  Once reassured, she immediately relaxed.  Loki watched in amusement as she kicked off her slippers and stepped barefoot on the ragged grass.  

“No shoes, your highness?  How scandalous!” he teased.

Anariel looked at him and scoffed, “I never wear shoes if I can help it.  Dreadful inventions.  How am I supposed to commune with the earth with a barrier between me and it?  But I like the way the cold stone floor of the castle feels on my bare feet even less.”

“Fair point,” Loki conceded, tucking the nugget of information away for later analysis.  

As she stepped forward the grass throughout the garden turned to a verdant green, soft and even, as Anariel whispered something under her breath.  Fascinated, Loki followed her as she moved through the garden, gently stroking lifeless trees and bushes.  

They proceeded like this around most of Frigga’s garden, with Loki making inquiries about Alfheim and what magic was like there.  Loki was delighted to have someone to discuss magic with, and Anariel, to her surprise, found him to be an enjoyable companion.  

As they worked their way around Loki found himself becoming jealous of the plants, and was trying very hard not to think about how it would feel for her to caress him with such affection.  Loki decided to start asking more questions before his thoughts got him into trouble again.  He shored up his nerves and stumbled over the burning he’d had since their catastrophic meeting.   

Loki flushed, “When I introduced myself, ah . . .sorry again, um, is your telepathy a passive gift?  Do you hear others’ thoughts all the time?”  

The thought made him queasy.  All though he supposed it would save him the anxiety of figuring out how to ask to court her if he just let his thoughts linger on it.  Oddly, Thor’s pep talk had actually emboldened him enough that he might actually follow through on asking to court her.  She’d soundly tongue-lash him for the presumption that she would ever lower herself to be courted by the likes of him, and he could go back to repressing his feelings.     

Anariel laughed softly, “I see that you, like many others, fear my gifts and that your thoughts are not private.  That is good, it serves me well.  Does the Trickster fear I will reveal his plots?”  

She gave him a sly look that accelerated his pulse, and he was reminded again, that he would do well not to underestimate her.  There was the slightest touch of mischief to her and it drew him as a moth to a flame. 

When he did not respond, Anariel spoke again, "Fear not, my gift is not passive, it requires some concentration and effort of will.   

She noticed the immediate release of tension in Loki, and continued, “Of course, it has been of tremendous aid in sorting through suitors; I have no interest in an elf-lord that is only after my title.  I am also in the habit of searching the minds of anyone new I meet.  It gives me a better sense of their intentions.”  

Loki suddenly became fascinated with the grass when she gave him a knowing look.  

“You are hardly the first man I’ve caught having salacious thoughts about me.  I was more offended by the attitude than the content.  The arrogance and presumption that I would swoon just because a handsome prince paid me attention, and I would be guileless enough to just fall into your bed, as if I did not know my own worth.”  

He had the good sense to look contrite for a moment, unfortunately, his impulsive nature moved his mouth before his brain could censor his words. 

“You think me handsome?” he said, grinning, looking at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Anariel glared at him and tried to sound stern, “That was what you took from my comment?” but could not suppress her smile.  

“No, and I again offer my most sincere apologies, princess.”

“It is forgiven.  Besides, you were not the only one to make erroneous assumptions that day.”      

Loki gave her an impish look, “Is what Thor said true?  Did you nearly unman Fandral? And if that’s so, how did I avoid the same fate?”

“I would say nearly unmanned is a bit of an exaggeration, but certainly he may not have thought so.  He did not have the sense to keep his lewd propositions to himself, and boldly proclaimed his plans directly to me,” Anariel replied saucily.  

Loki could not suppress his laughter, “That is an event I wish I could have witnessed.”

She reached up to tend a drooping, depressed fruit tree, still laughing with Loki about Fandral’s misfortune.

After a while they had completed their circuit, and Frigga’s garden was once again in full bloom.  Loki looked around in wonder.  For all his claims of despising sentiment, he could not help but feel a bittersweet peace looking around, and had to blink back tears.  He could almost feel her presence, here, in one her favorite places, now that it was revived.  

Anariel noticed the tears, but decided to pretend she hadn’t.  There was no denying that Loki was prideful and seemed to resist showing his feelings, but the sadness in his eyes pulled at her heart.  

“Thank you, Mother would love this,” he whispered, voice so faint she almost didn’t catch it.  

“I should be thanking you,” she whispered, as she settled herself to sit on the soft grass, “for allowing me to bring your mother’s garden back.  I know she was special to you.”

Loki turned his attention back to Anariel, and his breath caught again at her beauty.  Sitting in the grass surrounded by blooming plant life she looked every bit an elven princess.  As stunning as she had been last night under the stars, she was absolutely radiant in the sun, and her golden waves seemed a halo around her.

He sat down next to her and steeled his nerves.  Something told him this was his best moment.  

“Anariel…,” he started, then found his tongue turned to lead again.  

“Yes?” she asked, turning to face him.  

His heart stuttered, and he took a steadying breath.

“I….this is difficult for me, new.  I haven’t done this before,” his voice, hesitant.

“Done what?” she asked, raising a delicate eyebrow.  

“I know you will reject me, but please, let me finish first.”  

Anariel, picked up on his words, the assumed rejection, and it pained her.  She chided him gently, “You have already learned the danger of making assumptions about what I will or won’t do.”   

A small smile tugged at his lips, “Yes, I have.”  

The gentle teasing buoyed his confidence.  

He continued, “You aren’t like anyone I’ve met before.  You intrigue me, and I wish to know you better.  I know I offended you greatly when we met, and I want to assure you that seduction is no longer my intent.  I will not deny that I desire you, but whatever boundaries you have, I will respect.  I would like for us to spend time together.  I wish  . . . I wish to court you.  Will you permit me?”  

Loki looked in her eyes, knowing she would read his thoughts, test his intentions, and wanting to be clear he would not shy away from it.  Anariel considered his words carefully.  She studied his eyes and his mind, and found only sincerity.  The vulnerability that had shown when he expected outright rejection touched her.  The memories he had shared with her before showed a vicious cycle of desperate attempts to seek approval and constant rejection.  It was no wonder he avoided any real attachments.     

Anariel considered her own feelings, wanting to give him an honest response.  Would she even want a courtship with the dark prince?  Idril’s words of wisdom echoed in her mind, to give Loki a chance if his interest was earnest.  Once over the initial bad impression, she had found herself more at ease with him than with anyone else in the Asgardian court.  In truth, she felt more attraction towards Loki, now that she was getting to know him, than to any of her elven suitors.  

She examined his words again, for it was clear he had chosen them carefully.  He asked to court her.  It was a far cry from a marriage proposal, but still, for royalty especially, courting was the first step.  It indicated a desire to determine if a partner was a good match for a marriage, an intent to pursue a serious relationship.    

Of course, it was nearly unheard of for elves to court or marry outside their own race.  There had not been such a union in millenia, not since they dwelt on Midgard among the humans.  There were a few exceptionally rare elf-human marriages, inevitably tragic because of their different lifespans.  Stretched very far back in her family’s history she was a descendent of such a union, but elves and Aesir had similar lifespans so if things worked out she could expect to share millenia with Loki.   

Loki stayed silent, watching Anariel’s face.  She was clearly giving great thought to his question.  Maybe she was thinking of a way to let him down gently.  Every second felt an eternity.  Loki’s mind was a swirl of insecurity, and he was beginning to grow angry with himself for even considering the question.  Odin had made it clear that he was unworthy of the throne and never would be, why should he think himself worthy of such a prize as Princess Anariel.  

“Yes.”

“Of course, I understand.  I’m so sorry.  I should not have asked.  Please forget it ever happened.  I will leave you alone as you wish, but please still come to enjoy these gardens, as a personal favor to me.  I want you to have a place where you feel more at ease while you are on Asgard, and I know my mother would be happy to see them in use.” 

Loki rushed through his rejection speech, voice stiff and formal, and started to stand so he could make a quick escape.  Perhaps if he asked, Thor would throw him back into the dungeons where he could wallow in his misery undisturbed.  

Anariel’s heart broke for him when she realized he had not actually processed her answer, and she observed the look of pain and resignation in his eyes before the cold, impassive mask fell back over his face.  

“Loki, I said ‘yes’.  I will allow you to court me,” she repeated, gently.  

She reached for his hand to stop him and pulled him back towards her.  Loki froze when he felt her palm connect with his, and his heart thundered in his chest when he finally processed her words.  

“You…will?”  

Loki turned to her, disbelief etched on his face.  He could not have heard her correctly. 

“Yes.  I, too, desire to get to know you better and spend time with you.”  

Anariel tugged his hand gently to encourage him to sit down next to her again.

She smiled at him as she laced her fingers through his.  Even this simple touch sent Loki’s pulse racing.  It felt incredibly intimate, and he felt more vulnerable merely holding hands with Anariel than he would have if they were naked between his sheets in the throes of passion.  It was terrifying, but he had never wanted anything more.  

“Will you tell me more about Alfheim?” he asked, trying to distract himself from his racing heart.  She proceeded to regale him with stories of her home as the afternoon sun started to fade.  

Over the course of their conversation, Loki slowly began to relax.  Anariel noticed he kept glancing at their joined hands, as if to confirm it was real.  She realized that she was seeing who Loki really was, and silently thanked the Valar for Idril’s words of wisdom.  The arrogant prince was the mask he wore.  Without it, he was thoughtful and charming.  

When she’d asked about a cluster of blooms she was unfamiliar with, he’d gently plucked and tucked it behind her ear as he explained that it was one of Frigga’s favorites.  Evidently, the mortals of Midgard had associated it with Frigga, and Odin had brought some seeds back one time as a gift for her.  Her own heart had started pounding as his fingers had grazed her hair.

Heavy footsteps suddenly disturbed their peace, followed shortly by the appearance of Thor.  Loki glared up at him, perturbed by the intrusion.  

“Brother,” he gave a slight bow to Anariel, “Princess, we are missing you at dinner.  Your handmaidens were concerned.” 

“Thank you, your majesty, I’m afraid we lost track of time.  Your brother let me tend to your mother’s garden, and we were just enjoying the fruits of our labor,” Anariel replied sweetly.  

“Your labors are well done.  Please, call me Thor, no need for formalities, particularly since there seem to be some new developments,” he said, looking pointedly at their clasped hands and shooting Loki a wink.  Loki made to move his hand from Anariel’s, but she tightened her grip.

“We’ll be right behind you, I wouldn’t want it said I let the princess starve,” Loki assured Thor.  

As they followed behind Thor, her hand now resting lightly on Loki’s arm, she leaned over and whispered, “Why did you pull your hand away?  Do you wish to keep our courtship a secret?”  

“No, I thought you might want to.  I thought you would be ashamed,” he muttered, realizing as he said it, how foolish it sounded.

She stopped moving and glared at him.  “This is the second time today you have needed reminding about making assumptions about my preferences.  Do not let there be a third,” she warned.  

They continued walking in silence until they were just outside the hall.  Loki was mentally kicking himself for already offending Anariel again.  

“You asked me if I would allow you to court me.  Do you really believe I would have said yes if I did not mean it?  If I cared what others thought?”  

She reached up and gently cupped his face between her hands, “I see you, Loki.  I am willing to see where this goes.  If you do not trust yourself, at least trust me.”  

Loki held his breath, still not quite believing any of this was real, that the fairest woman in all the nine realms was giving him a chance.  He didn’t trust his voice so he merely nodded his agreement.  She smiled up at him, and laced her fingers confidently through his before they walked into the hall.  

He led her to the high table, and seated her next to him.  Thor was beaming, happy for his brother.  Idril and Serinde watched from another table, and then turned to whisper together.  Anariel and Loki exchanged pleasantries with Thor, but for the most part they ignored everything but each other.  As the evening wound down Loki offered to escort Anariel back to her rooms.  She gratefully took his arm as he led her out the hall.  

They stopped outside her door.  Loki hesitated, trying to come up with an excuse to linger, afraid that in the morning he would wake to find it all a dream.  

Anariel picked up on his anxiety.

‘Will you make time for me tomorrow?”

“Of course, princess, what would you like to do?” he asked.

“You are the God of Mischief, surprise me,” she teased.

“As my princess commands,” he replied.  

Telegraphing his intentions, so she could pull away if she felt it too forward, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss across her knuckles. 

“Good night,” he whispered.  The feel of her soft skin under his lips made Loki’s head spin.

“Good night, my prince.”  A thrill shot up his spine at the endearment.

As she entered her rooms Anariel’s skin was tingling where Loki’s lips had brushed against it, and her heart rate accelerated.  She had surprised even herself with how quickly she accepted this new relationship, but one of the perks of her gifts was seeing past the masks and wall people built around their hearts.  This day she had seen just how much Loki longed to just be seen and have genuine affection from someone.  She hoped he would open up to her, in time.  

For her part, having spent the day with him, as Idril had suggested, she found she genuinely enjoyed his company, more so than any previous suitor.  Especially with the way her heart had fluttered when they were holding hands.  Maiden she may be, but she had had her share of suitors and plenty of amorous kisses that left her utterly unimpressed and borderline bored.  Certainly holding hands had never made her feel butterflies before.      

Your fingers trailed along the spines of the books, eyes following with your lips parted in almost a permanent awe at your discovery. 

You needed away from the court for a while, finding it incredibly boring as always and your presents wouldn't be noticed gone until evening. So wandering off through Asgard’s labyrinth of golden hallways, you eventually found yourself slipping into its largest Libraries- hardly prepared to discover just how large it was. 

You hardly knew how long you roamed, but there were definitely enough bookshelves to consider yourself lost. You didn't care. Your people could leave you behind for all you cared and you’d still think you were in the best place in the world. 

‘’Your realm has a shortage of literature?” an amused voice seemed to almost whisper behind you. 

You whipped around with your hands clutching the layers of your dress, eyes wide with no knowledge you had someone else's presence with you this whole time. Someone important!

‘’Oh- Prince Loki- i.. I’m terribly sorry for intruding-’’ you stammered, lowering yourself into a bow with your head down, feeling your cheeks redden at the sight of the god.

Loki throughout all the realms was famously known for- yes his skillset and title- but to the women, his sex appeal. It didn't matter how different you were to the Asgardian, even the creatures from Helheim would swoon over the prince. You hadn't seen him in court, so the idea of him possibly hating it just as much was intriguing. 

‘’There is no intrusion love, it would seem you have actually beaten me to my own sanctuary.’’ he smirked, hands clasped behind his back while he walked more towards you, having almost been entirely across the room yet he had spoken as if he had whispered against your ear. 

‘’If you wish me to leave then my prince, than i shall make my way-’’

‘’Please, stay.’’ Loki said softly, raising but a single hand to stop you from turning away. ‘’It's not often to find others taking an interest here with their free time- nor those from the visiting realms.’’ he noted, returning his hand behind his back and continuing his way over to you, almost showing off just how tall he was when he stopped about a foot away. His eyes went past you and your eyes reddened when a smirk returned to his lips.

‘’You fancy romance?”

Your heart raced, hoping he didn't see you as either a child or a hopeless romantic. Your eyes lifted to meet his awaiting ones, seeing but amused but no judgement. Side stepping a little and running a hand along a few spines, you bit your lip and glanced down. ‘’I was merely curious if storylines ran differently elsewhere than in our realm.. I’ve read a small handful on Midgard and Alfheim but they seemed to be all the same-’’

‘’Because they are.’’

Loki's quick response made you raise your eyes. You truly didn't expect him to read that kinda stuff.. He seemed more of the philosophy type of reader if anything.. Perhaps it was a guilty pleasure to read such things. Loki seemed to be reading your mind with a smile and he was smooth to move himself at your side with an offered arm.

‘’Perhaps if it interests you, we may have what you seek.’’ he said gently, his voice but a whisper while he watched you down his nose. 

Your blush may be setting in permanently while you hesitated before taking his arm. It wasn't exactly forbidden, you were of royal blood same as he, and it may be rude to refuse his offer. He seemed pleased by your decision and began to lead you where he had come. 

His scent reminded you of pine and masculinity, filling your senses while your arm rested along his and his side. He wasn’t wearing his usual attire- consisting of his royal colors amongst his cape and armor- instead, it was more leather based and comfortable. You supposed it was the perfect outfit to wear if you did indeed wish to settle down with a good book. 

While he led the way, the room almost seemed to be taking on a dimmer lighting and if you were quite honest, the free space amongst the room seemed to shrink. More book shelves seemed to appear enough where you pressed against his side unintentionally, suddenly aware of how toned he was underneath the attire. You couldn't help but feel a little aroused when your mind began to wonder where it shouldn't so you were glad he had stopped you where your destination must be.

 ‘’Here we are darling, this may be what your looking for.’’ he said with a tease and lowered his arm, letting yours slide free and you were quite to hide your disappointment. 

Your eyes followed his gaze to a bookshelf just a few steps in front of you- dark in wood color to match the spines of the books that sat tightly along each other. Not only were the colors noticeable a different hue from the variety in which you came, but the books also sat behind glass with gold handles in the middle and read to pull open.

Your brows furrowed and you glanced up to Loki who merely watched you with interest and the corner of his mouth threatened to pull up. ‘’..why are these behind glass?”

‘’We have a handful of curious children that like to run about sometimes, this helps prevent some early discoveries.’’

Loki’s tone of amusement had you gazing at the glass a bit more, curiosity heightening the more you wondered.

‘’Of course, that never stopped me. Go right ahead,’’ he smirked and you felt a slender hand rest flat between your shoulder blades and give a push to have you walk forward. 

Your heart fluttered and your feet made quick work to go over to the glass, heat rising from your skin when it seemed like his touch had lingered. Pulling your mind to focus, your hand reached out and paused just a moment, almost as if it were polite to do so before opening the glass door with a quiet pop. strangely, you were met with not the scent of old paper and ink, but something more like floral and cologne. Your eyes fluttered just a bit, not at all hating the scent while your other hand raised to pull the other door open. 

Black, purple, red and gray colors seem to be primary in the leather, joined with mostly gold letterings amongst the spines. These books were by far the most beautiful you had ever seen, but you were curious to know why Loki claimed these in particular would be different from your ‘usual’ romance books. 

You bite your bottom lip and chose one at random, noting how these were much heavier and thicker to your liking- promising a longer journey than a short one. Your fingers traced along the cover, whispering the title as if it were another language you were trying to pronounce before you opened the book in the middle to get a small idea of what the font, print size and most importantly- a sneak peak paragraph you'd be facing.

‘’Her legs began to shake, the sick realization to find out how wet she actually was while her throat took him easier the more and more he pushed her down. ‘’that’s it darling-’’

You almost seemed to flinch, most definitely gasping out loud while the book slammed shut in sync with your eyes. Your face was beat red and your body seemed to shake from your adrenaline rising so fast in quick panic. 

‘’..t-this.. This is-’’ you turned around only to stop dead in your tracks with Loki right behind you, his own eyes glued to the collection as if it was his prized possession.

‘’Erotica darling, and far more realistic than that fairy tale romance you indulge in.’’ he almost scrunched his nose at the words before a slender finger rose to trace the lettering of the book you held. ‘’I gather it’s not a particular genre you’ve been exposed to?”

Your body was tense, having to will your nails to stay out of the leather while your thighs seem to press together by feeling how close he was behind you. ‘’S-such things are not permitted on-’’

‘’Then your people are withholding education and exposure. Those childish fantasies of receiving a first kiss or merely being noticed by a lover is nothing to compare to this.’’ his eyes flicked to yours, turning his head every so slightly to study to side of your face. ‘’You wanted realism darling? What's more realistic than the reality of physical intimacy and desire..’’

You felt goosebumps run across your skin and you quickly pushed the book back in it’s place on the shelf. ‘’Storylines are also favored amongst romance.. People don’t just strictly seek sex-’’

‘’That may be true, but a majority of people tend to usually tolerate the plot strictly just to get to the good parts.’’ Loki's voice seemed to get dangerously low and close, almost as if his mouth were whispering right against your ear while your eyes seemed glued to the dark library. ‘’What do you tend to focus on?”

Your silence stretched, eyes wide while your heart beat fast. You were no prude, nor stupid when it came to sex. But it was just sex right? An act to continue ones bloodline, a duty, a responsibility towards a lover.

Loki tsked as he watched the monologue dance across your face, reaching over your shoulder so his slender fingers could pluck one of the dark purple covers with a silver shine to the pages. You seemed frozen in place, perhaps still trying to understand that this is what he had meant when you had finally found a fellow book lover. Or perhaps it was you who had been sheltered with your people’s lack of literature.. Truly one such genre couldn't be something worth seeking..

Loki’s arms seem to envelope you on either side, holding the book open to the middle like you had while the pages stayed hovering in front of your face. Your eyes followed Loki’s finger that followed each line of a random paragraph, all while his voice seemed to purr against your ear like it were honey.

‘’His finger tips seemed to brush against her skin in feather light touches, tucking but a loose strand that had fallen from her silky locks..’’ Loki’s voice whispered and his hand supported the book from below while his free hand now traveled up with your eyes following.

He didn't pause, didn't hesitate, probably knew you wouldn't stop him when his fingertips brushed against your cheek, traveling up to an invisible lock of hair before he curled his fingers to gently glide behind your ear. 

Goosebumps formed along your arms at his feather like touch, making your fingers grip nervously at the fabric of your dress while you stayed in place.

‘’It’s not so scary, is it darling?” Loki smirked, knowing damn well the sentence he had read was most likely the easiest he had found. 

‘’..i-i..’’

‘’His lips caressed her jawline, seeming to almost memorize the war flesh while inhaling deeply her sweet scent he loved so much..’’ Loki continued and he hesitated to catch how your breath hitched before you could stop yourself.

You closed your eyes in frustration, hating how he had fallen into his trap before his touch surprised you still with a slight flinch. You felt warm, soft lips suddenly press below your ear, the tip of a nose slowly ghosting along your skin while his mouth slowly began to travel amongst your jawline and neck.

You swallowed thickly, realizing there was something happening to your body that seemed to bend to his will before your mind could stop you. Your head tilted to the side slowly, eyes remaining closed while you felt his mouth cover more what you gave him. 

‘’His hand traveled down her body, seeming to take his time while he seemed to play her like an instrument, watching how her breath would hitch and her eyes would flutter..’’ he murmured against your skin, perhaps not even reading anymore while you suddenly felt his hand press against your hip, gliding down with his fingers curling before you realized he was pulling a bit of your dress up. 

Your eyes fluttered open, lifting up to gaze at nothing but the ceiling while all your senses seemed so focused on touch. His touch. How he found an opening, you wouldn't no, nor would you live to care when suddenly you felt his warm hand lay flat against your flesh, right below your hip bone and his thumb just a few inches away from your intimate area. 

You didn't even realize when your hands had reached forward to grip the edge of the shelf, stabilizing from what you didn't know yet. Loki’s body stayed close behind you, not yet pressed up but just enough to feel his body heat to be with yours. His mouth had switched to the other side of your neck, making you roll your head to the other side while he began caressing your flesh. 

‘’..his digits played with her folds.. Rubbing slow circles against her swollen bud until she was dipping down her thighs.. Loosening enough for him to slip a single digit into her tight cunt before realizing she’d want several more right after..’’ 

Your eyes fluttered open, lips parting with a careful breath and you felt Loki’s hand slowly glide across your hip, lifting just enough to only feel his fingertips and nails dig against your flesh to match the pressure of his teeth barley sinking into between your neck and shoulder. 

‘’Loki..’’ you breathed, fingers tightening against the wood before you felt your foot step apart to widen your legs, unconsciously granting him access and everything he would want if he’d ask. Yet that's not what happened..

Loki’s touch slowly pulled away and left your body, making you blink back to reality before the snap of the book in front of your face made you jump back so your back hit his chest. His chuckle could be heard and you turned yourself around of shaky legs while he looked over the cover impressed.

‘’How about i make you a deal darling.’’ he said with a smirk before his eyes flicked to yours. ‘’How long are your people visiting Asgard?”

‘’A..a week or so..’’ you said quietly, clearly confused with burning cheeks.

‘’Then how about you pick out your first erotic fiction here,’’ he smirked, his free hand taking your shoulder and pushing you enough to turn you back around and face the shelf again. His other hand moved past your other side and slipped his book back into place. ‘’Read it, and present it to me.’’ you could feel his body press up against you now, almost pushing you closer while his hand nose and cupped your jaw, turning your face to the side so his lips could murmur against your cheek. 

‘’And i will do every single thing in it, to you..’’

Note: Sorry for some typo/ick format. Auto correct (don't just rely on it) deserted me half way thru..

Quote Reference(s) from my Loki one shot "Villain"

“Oh my god- just date already,’’ Tony dramatically sighed while he switched his attention from his computer- hacking an enemy database in the middle of nowhere- and watching Loki who was watching Y/N like a hawk. Or at least.. That's what he figured Loki’s magic was doing.

Y/N hardly noticed at these times, where Loki would place particular attention on you at specific times to ensure your safety, even if it meant risking his own. With pure concentration, he could practically sense you and your adrenaline levels with his seidr, ready to come to your aid if it spiked higher than normal. However, he was supposed to be watching Stark’s back while they hid amongst the many rooms of an abandoned -not so abandoned- warehouse while you stayed on foot patrol. 

‘’It’s not that simple-’’ Loki said dryly, a tone that also indicated he did not want to continue this conversation, let alone now, let alone with Stark.

Tony rolled his eyes and continued typing. ‘’It is that simple Lok’s, you protect her like a suffocating boyfriend anyway, might as well ensure the title on it too.’’

‘’I am not suffocating and don’t call me that.’’ Loki snapped, glancing over his shoulder with a glare before turning back to watch the cracked open door. ‘’She doesn't necessarily have powers and being out there alone is just.. Risky.’’

‘’On every mission?”

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Missions we train hard for?”

‘’..yes.’’

‘’Ones she’s always successfully completed through fists alone?”

‘’...’’

‘’..unless you have something to do with-’’

‘’Do you see anyone or not?” Loki growled, glaring back at him while Tony just gave him a smirk, seeming to have been on to something that might confirm such accusations. No one really could figure out when Loki was using magic or not, and the last thing Loki needed right now was his concentration blown and he’d lose connection with Y/N. 

‘’One agent, that’s all- they must have been doing this thing alone to not draw attention. Little did they know, they’re computers ring louder than their footprints.’’ Tony chuckled and switched his gaze from each side of the screen- one downloading needed information, the other watching a camera that tracked this enemy’s whereabouts, and Y/N.

‘’Where is Y/N?” Loki asked carefully, shifting in place while his usual outfit began to feel tight, normally whenever he got anxious.

‘’West side, far corner. They should meet in about 30 seconds, i’ll give her the heads up so just- andddd he’s gone.’’

~

You slowed your steps to remain stealthy, weapon drawn and close while you approached each corner with caution. Tony had given you a heads up on the enemies approach, and although there was only one- you never underestimated anybody. 

‘’Ten more seconds..’’ you whispered, having the countdown in your head to anticipate when the enemy agent would turn the corner. You stood in the middle of the hallway, stance at an angle if you needed to jump out of the way but your gun stayed pointing ahead. 

All they needed to do now was turn the counter.

You enjoyed being in the field, often getting to work with the Avengers but you were primarily with SHIELD. It had its benefits, mainly being with your friends- one you’ve particularly been getting closer to each time you decided to crash at the tower. 

Loki was a dear friend.. And approaching dangerously to crossing the boundary you wouldn't mind he would. Lately he’s been kinda.. Acting like a boyfriend, and not your standard gentlemaness he did anyways..

Like how he stayed up late to listen to you vent or just talk. Getting you little presents for no reason and being items only a few rare people would know involving your interests. On missions- as annoying as it could be because you enjoyed this type of work- he was overly protective. Seeming to beat you to the bad guys and volunteer to partner up or watch your back. 

One would think that's just normal friendship-teammate stuff but.. You could feel something was up.. The only thing stopping you from completely accepting what it could be was that one possibility that it wasn't. And there was no way in Hel you were brave enough to ask him if he liked you. 

Awkwardness tended to ruin things so if this is how the two of you functioned until.. Something happened to answer your hunch, then so be it. 

Tony’s voice came over the speaker. ‘’Three.. Two.. one-’’

The agent- wearing all black, mask and all came into view with their weapon drawn, making you quick to aim yours. 

Your finger flexed on the trigger, your body already tensing into action before a sudden green beam of light appeared in your side vision. Brows furrowed, you had half a second to question what it was before it shot past you and with impossible speed- hit the enemy right in the chest- flying them backwards onto the ground. 

By the way the body fell limp upon impact with the floor, you confirmed they were unconscious, allowing you to switch your attention safely to glare at the god of mischief. 

‘’I had him, you know.’’

‘’I know darling, but I thought you’d need a break- you were on your feet all day while all I did was stand at attention with Stark.’’ Loki explained casually and approached you, standing at your side with a smirk.

‘’I was walking and it’s only been an hour and a half.’’ 

‘’No need to thank me.’’ Loki replied smugly, the last of his seidr dissipating from his fingertips before he clasped his hands behind his back. ‘’Shall we?” he suggested and nodded behind him to head back.

You gave him a hesitant look, noting how much he seemed to watch you, roaming but not necessarily in a seductive way- though you’ve caught him doing that once before. Usually after a mission, he tended to look at you like.. If there were any hidden injuries he was trying to find, or that you were trying to hide. 

‘’I’m fine Loki.’’ you said carefully, wanting to test his reaction that drew his eyes quickly up and a forced smile to his lips.

‘’Of course you are- I am merely just.. Waiting for you to take the lead back,’’

‘’So now I can take the lead?” you teased lightly, a hint of seriousness that indicated you were scolding him for taking over your part of this mission. Nevertheless, you began walking back down the halls with him following behind.

He always had your back..

~

‘’She’s got the looks..’’

‘’Shut up.’’

‘’Perfect skin..’’

‘’Shut. Up.’’

‘’You got a murder style..’’

‘’Stark- you have about two seconds to sit somewhere else.’’ Loki hissed under his breath, his fork stabbing at his plate and picturing it as Tony’s face.

‘’What? Never heard of ‘The 69 Eyes’?’’ Tony gasped with a hand on his heart, seeming personally offended that the god had never heard the song before he leaned back in his seat. He didn't want to break the chair after all, considering how many times he’s leaned in it to get closer to Loki- finding teasing him this evening would be his choice of entertainment. 

And death wish.

Loki was quick to dart his eyes up to make sure you continued talking to someone else, not at all wanting Tony to verbally give out his true feelings towards you in the most awkward way possible. Luckily, you continued to converse while sitting right across from him.  

‘’Which by the way- have you done that yet?” 

Loki raised a brow and looked beside him at Stark. ‘’Done what?”

‘’69.’’

Loki’s face heated up, rage and embarrassment flustering him before he seidr formed in his palm, making Tony quick to jump up and pretend he’s tidying up the table.

‘’Can’t a guy ever take a joke.’’ Tony chuckles and gives Loki an evil eye, being returned a real one instead before Stark turned his attention purposefully to Y/N.

‘’You done?” he asked innocently, holding a hand out to take the empty plate in front of you.

You thought nothing of it that Tony- for once- wanted to help clean up, so you smiled gratefully and handed him your plate.

‘’Thanks,’’ you added, your expression slowly falling when noticing Stark’s not-so-inocent look forming while he balanced the plate on the others.

‘’Don’t mention it, anything I could do to help my housemates feel welcome- oops-’’ he ‘accidentally’ nudged the plate to tilt to the side, sending your fork flying and clattering to the floor beside you. 

It only made you flinch a little, but you shook your head while lowering yourself down in an awkward lean from your chair to reach it. ‘’I got it- it would help to put the silverware all at the top,’’ you reminded and picked up the fork. 

Just as soon as your fingers curled around the forth and tensed to lift yourself up, there was a scraping sound against the floor and a slight jostle on the table. Furrowing your brows, something caught your eyes and your body froze, glancing only to find a slender hand planted firmly to grip the corner of the table.

So you wouldn't bonk your head.

Eyes widening, you lifted yourself back up to sit properly, eyes immediately locking on Loki who remained leaned over the table, almost nose to nose with you with his height and his reach before he suddenly flung himself back, sitting down with an awkward flop.

‘’Er- didnt want you to hit your head..’’ he said in almost a mumble, picking up his forth for something desperate to distract himself with while the redness in your cheeks continued to grow. 

‘’Such a gentleman, isn't he Y/N?” Tony smiled, almost acting like he did a good thing while you flashed a dry look at him.

‘’Of course he is, and here you go.’’ you placed the fork onto the plate as a subtle way to tell him to leave but not without him shooting you a wink. 

You bit your bottom lip and looked over at Loki who still continued to stare at his plate, moving things around and looking like he really wanted to leave.

‘’Thank you..’’ you said gently, able to lift his eyes a little to look at you and you offered a smile as well.

‘’Of course..’’ he said quietly and you gave him an escape, nodding towards the living room where you heard the others begin to trickle in and also leave the other end of the table. ‘’Ready for movie night?”

Loki smiled and couldn't have gotten up fast enough with a nod. ‘’please.’’

~

You never spoke about what happened at the table the next day. The two of you just.. Moved on, like nothing happened. Just as you always did, and Loki went back to doing what he always did. 

Subtly but not so subtly protecting you. 

“Widen your stance, that's it.’’ Loki encouraged, facing you while only hearing his black (tight) t-shirt and gym pants you got him for last christmas- a christmas gift more for your eyes is what it seemed.

‘’Can't we ever just.. lounge on a day off?” you half whined, dodging another controlled swing by ducking.

‘’we must always be ready for danger Y/N, especially with how the world is today.’’ Loki shook his head, keeping you in the center of the training mat while he began to circle you.

Something always told you this wasn't so much about fighting against enemies but perhaps.. Making HIM feel better that you could. Of course, you’d always lose, having no chance at beating a god and normally getting distracted with how close he was, let alone the subtle touches necessary when sparing. Still, it gave you two alone time together as well for once in a great while so.. You couldn't really complain.

‘’The world is always gonna have problems, why not enjoy it while it’s still settled?” you sigh, your head turning to watch him, followed by your body when needed. 

‘’I am enjoying it.’’ Loki smirked and you scoffed, getting back in position.

‘’Let me guess, enjoy beating me?” you asked, not really needing to before you swung out your fist towards him.

He was quick to use his elbow to scoop up your fist so it just shot up in the air instead before his other hand reached out and snatched your wrist on your other hand.

‘’Yes,’’ he smirked before yanking you forward so you practically landed on his chest, the arm he sent reaching for the sky coming down over his shoulder awkwardly and looking like the two of you were one of the worst dancers on earth. 

‘’Maybe it’s not the student thats the problem, but the teach.’’ you teased and your hand reached up to take hold of the back of his neck, supporting yourself before you jumped and raised your knees to press against your chest, also pushing against his own and sending his body leaning down with you hanging on.. Unplanned. 

‘’What was this supposed to accomplish?” he asked casually, raising a brow before a smirk slowly came to his lips when noticing exactly how close you two were.

‘’..i was using my body weight to bring you down..’’ you said in a pout that it obviously didn't work.

Loki couldn't help but laugh. ‘’My dear, you have no body weight, none that i could feel- you’re going to have to be much more clever than that to bring down a god.’’ he smirked before his hands suddenly grabbed your waist, making you squeak and straight your legs before he stood you upright, but his hands unconsciously remained where they were.

‘’So.. You’re saying I could cheat?” you asked quietly, feeling how in your movements so far, it hiked your shirt up just enough to feel his fingertips barely brushing up against your flesh on your hips. Subtle, you could have sworn you felt his thumbs begin to stroke.

‘’I suppose cheating would heighten your advantage to average against a god.’’ Loki smirked, his words seeming distracted while your hands found themselves resting on his wrists with no promise at pulling them away.

‘’You don't always need to advertise your god complex Loki, you’ve lost before,’’ you tease.

‘’It's not a complex love, when I am actually a god. And I've never lost to you before, which is entirely the goal here,’’ he smirked, standing much closer to where he had to dip his chin significantly to look down at you.

‘’So you want to lose?” you challenged.

There was a pause while he seemed to study you, his gaze drifting off just a tad before he sighed. ‘’I want you protected.’’

‘’I am protected Loki, you’ve ensured that every day,’’ you risk a tease, looking up at him gently while he now looks away, shaking his head a little.

‘’It's more than protection Y/N.. it’s-.. Well.. i don’t want you to get hurt around me..’’

‘’Hey, I'll be okay, I know you worry but.. I'll be fine, okay?” you assured, squeezing his wrists a little to bring his eyes back to you but there seemed to be much more than he was telling you. 

Instead, he settled for just nodding with a smile, taking a step back with his hands leaving your waist last before he nodded towards you. ‘’Alright darling, one more round before you could lounge all you like for the day,’’ he teased.

‘’Fine, but you’re lounging too.’’ you smirked before throwing another kick.

~

‘’Shit shit shit-’’ you cussed, sliding in the dirt before you pulled up alongside Loki who was covering you behind a boulder. ‘’How many are there??”

‘’About forty, only two were on you- the rest are fighting the others, but scattered,’’ Loki told you, his tone serious while his eyes were sharp- scanning the forestry landscape for anyone that might have tracked you.

‘’I don’t think i was followed, but they did get- ah!’’ you yelped, your hand flying to your nose when pain shot up it.

Loki’s whole body immediately turned to you with wide eyes that pierced towards your hand. ‘’What is it?? What's wrong?”

‘’Brief combat, managed to get punched in the nose- i just need to apply pressure,’’ you waved him off while you cringed, feeling the blood trickle out of your nostrils so you adjust your hold with your head pointing down. 

‘’You shouldn’t have- I mean.. You need to-’’ Loki’s whole body tensed, eyes wide while his hand covered his mouth and his eyes squeezing closed.

You raised a brow at him before giving him a dry look. ‘’Look, I know it’s not a pretty situation but you don’t have to be so dram-’’

‘’Y/N..’’ Loki warned, his tone startling you while you took in his form.

His hand had migrated to his temple, rubbing it as if to concentrate while he stayed tensed and crouched on the ground beside you, leaning a little away actually.

‘’.. What's wrong?” you asked with concern, looking over him as if he were the one that was hurt.

‘’This is exactly what I didn't want happening..’’ Loki growled, his free hand blindly searching for your shoulder before he gave a nudge. ‘’You can’t be here..’’

You glared just a tad and glanced around the corner before eyeing him. ‘’We’re literally taking cover from people who are trying to find us, we can't just leave each other, let alone the best position to stay hidden,’’ you reasoned with almost a scolding tone since it was basically survival 101 Rogers spent too many hours lecturing you both for.

‘’Y/N..’’ Loki warned again, this time almost desperately before looking at you.

You almost flinched a little when you noticed his orbs had turned to a deep shade of red and he had begun panting, showing off the subtle points of potential fangs that threatened to poke from under his upper lip. ‘’You’re- turning..’’

‘’I’m a frost giant Y/N, we’ve established this but- i can’t be around blood.. It.. triggers-’’ he spoke in pauses while he continued to rub his temples, turning his body as if to hide himself and now moved to rest on both his knees.

‘’Triggers what??” you asked, fear not even crossing your mind as you continued to make sure he was okay.

‘’Fuck..’’ his voice ground out, sounding husky while his eyes lifted to look at you. His nostrils flared, looking very much like a beast, staring down a cornered rabbit and you half debated maybe giving him a little space and taking cover somewhere else.

Shifting a little in the dirt to do just that, his hand shot out suddenly and took hold of your ankle, making you yelp but quickly cover your mouth as to not give away your position from the true enemies.

‘’Loki-’’ you started before effortlessly, he pulled you towards him, dragging you in the dirt in the process where your body fell back before his body moved to be on top of yours. 

Dust flew in the air with how hard his palms hit flat against the ground on either side of your head, knees all the same beside the outside of yours. his body hovered close enough where you could feel him brush up against you with each inhale. Your hands had flown up to grasp his shoulders, eyes wide and threatening to push him away while your heart pounded.

‘’L-Loki.. What's going on?” you whispered, using your sleeve to rid of any remnants of blood from under your nose as if that would solve the problem.

‘’Blood triggers my.. Primal instincts.. Quite frankly my dear, you’ve put me into a rut state..’’ he whispered, almost as if it were hard to breathe while his limbs shook above you while he stared you down. 

You could see his sharper canines when he spoke and his eyes still bore that deep red. It was quite literally primal, feral even and although you've known about his true heritage.. You weren't aware what happened when he was around blood..

‘’Your blood..’’ he corrected and you tensed a little, wondering if he could read your mind or not while his eyes began to roam down your body.

‘’W-what do i need to do? To help you?’’ you asked quietly, biting your bottom lip and suddenly feeling self continuous while he began lowering his head.

‘’My mind is sane but my body tends to take over in these.. Jotun circumstances.. You should have ran when I told you..’’ Loki murmured, your eyes squeezing shut while you felt the tip of his nose begin to barely brush against your neck, hearing him inhale. ‘’I need you to stay perfectly.. Still.. While i fix this..’’

‘’H-how do you fix it?” you whispered, your thighs clenching at the thought of him possibly having to.. You know.. In his time of.. What sounded like a mating trigger state. By your blood.. This must be why he was so protective of you.. He didn't want you to bleed- not just because he didn't want you hurt, but because he didn't want to risk himself hurting you..

‘’I’m trying to get my bearings.. But it’s.. Difficult.. I’m sorry Y/N..’’ he whispered, his warm breath fanning against your flesh, it sent goosebumps down your arms, regardless of your tight suit. 

‘’I- do you like me Loki? ..is that why this is what's happening?” you asked, knowing it probably wasn't the best time, but perhaps getting his mind off of this state would help?

You felt him pause, his mouth hovering at the pulse point of your neck where you almost held your breath. Squirming was what you wanted to do but you needed to work with him if he was going to try to get out of this. Yet you needed to know.. You needed to confirm.. You wanted him to feel the same..

Slowly, you arched your back and raised your head slightly, making your neck gently press up against his lips. 

His whole body instantly tensed up and his eyes widened. Like a bullet, his hands moved to clutch at your shoulders, holding you down before you felt the harsh bite of his teeth sink into the softness of your flesh. Your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his harsh leather and armor- whatever you could grab onto while you felt his teeth sink slightly before to hold you immobile. 

‘’L-Loki..’’ you whimpered, wincing at the sting from where his mouth was and held completely still in fear of feeling further pain. 

You then suddenly felt something warm and soft slide against your flesh that was between his teeth, realizing his tongue was soothing the area around where his teeth were assaulting. You also began to feel his body lower, knees shifting down before you felt something large and hard press up against your clothed core.

‘’Loki-’’ you whimpered again, heart pounding and cheeks reddening to realize he was pressing his bulge right up against the area between your legs. 

But he was still. No further movements except for the slight tremor in his muscles that indicated how much he was trying to hold back. Then slowly, so slowly you felt his teeth begin to release you, making your back’s arch sink back to the ground and your head turn back properly to look up at him but his face seemed to nudge yours to look back away, keeping your neck exposed to him still.

He wasn't done, and without teeth, he open-mouth kissed the area he just pierced. You jumped, body tensing while strange butterfly-like feelings began creeping through your chest, lower stomach and pelvic area. After placing careful kisses around the wound, he suddenly ran his tongue across it. Then again, then again, and again. 

Your teeth sank into your lower lip while he began lapping at you, drinking at what you couldn't feel flow before he began humming against your flesh. His sound was so seductive, almost as if what one would do after tasting something delicious.

‘’Are.. Are you going too..?”

‘’...i’m not going to eat you Y/N.. this.. Is the best I can do..’’ he whispered, his body slowly beginning to pant before he dragged his lips up to your jawline, nipping at the flesh before his whole body tensed and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

‘’Fuck…’’

‘’What do you need to do?” you asked, your nails loosening their grip before you just gently held onto him, shifting your legs as if to figure out a way around him.

‘’Just.. There's just so much pressure..’’ he exhaled deeply, a hand abandoning your shoulder to begin to glide down your side, gripping your waist and hip as if searching for a way inside your jumpsuit. ‘’I’m sorry..’’ he whispered.

‘’It’s.. Not your fault.. I just- want you to be okay..’’ you whispered, turning your head to try to look at him while he continued to nuzzle against your shoulder and again he lowered his hips down, just enough to press his straining bulge against you and upon feeling your jump, he raised them after a moment.

‘’...i do like you Y/N.. so much.. And I wish you didn't find out like this..’’ he whispered, shaking him head before his face shifted, seeming to hardly contain himself while his body moved his face to burrow into your hair, taking in deep inhales of your scent. 

‘’I already knew Loki.. what you did wasn't just protecting me.. But because you care.. And I care about you.. And right now.. I want to protect you..’’

Your words came out shaky but with all the confidence you could muster. He could sense lies, and knew you were being truthful despite your current state. His other hand moved from your shoulder before it planted itself again on the dirt, raising himself so he could now hover his face above yours. His expression was of held back pain, but gentleness in his eyes all the same while he stared down at you carefully.

‘’..not like this Y/N.. I don't want to do this to you.. Like this..’’ he shook his head and you heard him curl his fingers into the dirt as if the very thought urged his body to change his mind.

‘’Then do just enough.. Do what you have to.. And we could figure out the rest later.. It’s okay..’’ you reassured him with a gentle voice, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks and you felt him ever so slightly flinch. ‘’We’re okay..’’

With trembling hesitation, he drew in inhale before his mouth came crashing down on yours, drawing both of you to moan and devour each other. His tongue forced itself in, quick to dominate while you squeezed your eyes shut and let him have you. He was so soft, so warm and somehow gentle at the same time as being rough. 

Using one hand to support his weight so as to not crush you, his other hand suddenly took hold of your knee, hoisting your body up and spread until his bulge was firmly up against your sex. As clothed as you both were, you understood this was the only way Loki could protect you but also take care of himself. So keeping your legs spread, you whispered into his mouth when he began to dry hump you. 

There wasn't anything exactly dry, his thorough and repetitive rubbing was making you pulse and wet with need. Loki didn't want to take you like this- you understood, but he was making you extremely wanting where your hips began to move along with his.

His body seemed to instantly melt and moan that he pressed more against you, chest to chest while the hand supporting him laid down and curled so your head was now laying on his forearm. 

The more he humped, the more his nails seemed to dig into your leg and somehow the pain seemed to spur you on and get more aroused. Your arms had long since wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling into his locks and earning growls to leave him whenever you would cause pressure when pulling. 

His animalistic nature was beginning to show and you understood why his hand had been at his temple earlier. Maybe a spell or some basic seidr but he must have done something to contain most of this state because you guessed he should have already changed by now to full Jotun, but he hasnt- aside from his teeth and eyes. 

‘’F-fuck.. I could feel your heat..’’ Loki groaned, humping firmer that it began sliding your body up an inch on the ground but his other hand continued to pull you back, almost meeting his erection to where you could hear a slapping sound of fabric. 

‘’You're so big..’’ you whimpered, even through clothes you were getting a good outline and moaned when he seemed to continue humping up to brush against your clit.

‘’W-which is another reason why i wished to wait- oh fuck..-I need you properly.. Stretched..’’ Loki grunted, his eyes lifting up and fluttering, baring his teeth as if the very thought made him feral.

You swallowed, not wanting to necessarily get bit again while your fingers tightened in his hair, believing that could ever hold him back while the corner of his mouth turned up.

‘’I've often dreamed of this.. But by the gods- i swear i’ll have a proper taste soon..’’

Your cheeks heated up and you turned your face away. ‘’D-dont say such lewd things-’’

His hand released your leg and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him while his hips continued to grind into you. ‘’I’ll say worse things and more darling..’’ he smirked before smooshing your cheeks and devouring your mouth once more, making your back arch and press your chest more into his.

The two of you hummed, moaned and cursed, movements getting faster and thorough before you gasped in his mouth, making him quick to lift his head enough to grin and watch your features as they contorted into an orgasm. 

Your hands hit the ground at your sides, curling into the dirt while you withered and moaned from your orgasm, the glorious sight spurred Loki on to where his arms wrapped around your body, pressing you both into the ground while his hips ground into your fast, chasing his own peak until he snarled and groaned, biting into your shoulder while he humped and rode it out.

You were still riding yours to even notice the pain in your shoulder, squirming and panting until you became a twitching mess while Loki continued to grind until his movements began slowing down. His teeth eased but still remained in their hold, the two of you lying there and panting. 

That just happened..

You stared up at the sky while your mouth slowly tugged into a smile, your heart fluttering before you felt Loki shiver, instantly making you lift your head to look at him.

‘’Loki.. You okay?” you whispered, feeling his body still completely with only his subtle breathing indicating he was still with you.

After a moment, he removed his teeth and placed a soft kiss at the spot that left holes in your uniform, lingering his mouth while he unwrapped his arms from your mid section so he could finally lift himself off your body. Still hovering however, he drew in a breath and lifted his head, looking down at you with finally his beautiful blue eyes back to normal.

‘’I’m alright Y/N.. are you alright?” he whispered, his brows furrowing with concern as if reality was setting in and he looked over you to make sure there were no injuries.

Your hands came to his shoulders and you shook your head, making him look back at you to notice your smile. ‘’Better than alright. Promise.’’ 

His body relaxed under your touch, giving you a gentle smile before he finally moved off your body before tensing, looking back around the quiet forest as if remembering there were still enemies around you both.

‘’Well.. That would have been an awkward situation if they did find us..’’ you teased lightly and began brushing the dirt off of yourself.

‘’I don't think it would have stopped me if they had.’’ Loki smirked, catching the blush on your cheeks where he moved a hand to cup the side of your face. ‘’Something tells me the others took care of the remaining, so we should regroup now.’’

‘’Alright,’’ you nodded and let him help you up, the both of you being on read alert with your eyes everywhere before you noticed Loki’s chuckle. ‘’What?”

He smirked and looked back at you, taking your hand in his to help lead the way before giving you a suggestive look. ‘’You’ve got perfect skin, and the looks..’’

You raised a brow and brushed your face gently with your free hand. ‘’What are you talking about?”

‘’Stark might be on to something with his Midgardian music.’’

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