#lokileaf

Laughter echoed through the massive penthouse lounge, barely audible over the booming music forcing its way through the locked door. The noise grated on your already frazzled nerves as you stared at your own defeated face in the bathroom mirror.

Huffing a sigh, you gathered the length of your hair in one hand and lifted it from the back of your neck in an attempt to grant yourself an ounce of relief from the stifling evening as you replayed the conversation in your mind once again.

"You don't actually expect me to believe that, right?" Tony scoffed into his whiskey.

"No, no, it is true! My brother was quite popular with the ladies and the gentlemen before his banishment to Midgard!" Thor replied, a wide smile on his face as he clapped Loki firmly on the shoulder.

The dark-haired prince crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back into the rich leather of the sofa and rolling his eyes as your teammates pelted him with questions.

Extremely personal questions.

You couldn't help the color that rose to your cheeks as your lover humored them. While he didn't divulge too much detail, your mind had quickly begun to race, bombarding you with images of him with past flings.

You had never considered yourself a jealous person by any means, but the idea of Loki with other people while you hadn't so much as seen each other naked made your stomach twist in an ugly display of insecurity.

You stared down at the glass of champagne in your hand, the golden bubbles now seeming more mocking than celebratory.

You didn't know why it was bothering you so deeply; should have known.

He was tall and handsome and a prince. Of course he would be more... experienced. Yet you couldn't help the embarrassment you felt so deeply toward your own lack of intimate encounters.

Sure, there had been one or two instances of drunken make out sessions and that one time with the cute bar tender but nothing had really developed beyond that. Between grad school and your work with Stark Industries, there just hadn't but much time for romance in your life. Until you met Loki.

"You're going to eat that poor girl alive, aren't you?" Tony asked flatly before standing to refill his glass at the bar.

Your grip on the glass's stem tightened involuntarily as your heart leapt into your throat.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

You knocked back the rest of your drink before you could shatter the crystal and set the glass on the coffee table, quickly making a beeline for the restroom you knew resided just down the hall.

You let your hair fall back down around your shoulders and adjusted the straps of your overly-expensive dress.

You weren't sure why Tony's comment had gotten under skin.

You were a successful woman with a career that any man in a C suite would kill for, for fuck's sake. Who cared if you were still a virgin in your late twenties?

But the truth was that you cared.

You didn't necessarily regret spending your young adult life in lecture halls and internships; it would be stupid to regret the hard work that had allowed you to live the life of your dreams.

But maybe your younger self could have stood to have more fun before beginning your career.

Realizing you had been hiding in the bathroom for far too long, you mustered up your remaining energy to plaster a smile you hoped was convincing enough and reached for the doorknob.

Your hopes of going unnoticed were dashed as your boyfriend's looming figure appeared next to the doorframe, his hands tucked into the pockets of his immaculately tailored black suit. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of him, a sharp gasp escaping your chest.

"Loki! You scared the shit out of me!" you snapped, lightly slapping his bicep.

He smiled softly and gently took your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss.

"Forgive me, my love. You were gone for quite some time."

Your heart began to melt in your chest at the soft tone of his voice and the genuine concern in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just needed a minute to... to myself."

You gave his hand a slight squeeze, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions about your sudden departure from the conversation.

But he knows you. So of course he does.

"Is everything alright?" he asked quietly, his eyes silently searching yours for a hint as to what might have bothered you enough to make you disappear.

"Yeah, I'm just tired is all..." you trailed off, too embarrassed to voice what had actually upset you.

He took your hand in his once more and placed it on the crook of his elbow as he began to lead you down the hall. You started to protest, completely opposed to the prospect of rejoining the party, your mood thoroughly ruined.

"Just walk with me," he asked delicately, his voice oddly reassuring. After a moment of silent deliberation, you nodded, straitening your spine in resolve. You followed as he led you through the lounge and onto the terrace, ignoring the group's calls for the two of you to returned to the party.

The cool air and comforting quiet of the night around you was a relief as you stood beside him and looked out at the bustling city sprawled out below. You leaned forward, resting your forearms on the cold metal and closing your eyes as you listened to the faint sounds of cars honking and people shouting.

Loki stood silently beside you, his gaze drifting occasionally from the city lights to the curve of your figure, his thoughts beginning to wander slightly.

When he initially fell for you, he was scared shitless.

There he was, banished from his home, trapped on an unfamiliar planet surrounded by people who hated him, and the most unsure of himself he had ever been in his life.

And you were so kind to him.

You never mentioned his past. No backhanded comments ever left your lips. You didn't find excuses to leave whatever room he was in. You were so smart and beautiful and he quickly found himself looking forward to his next interaction with you. His heart began to race in your presence.

So he paid attention.

To what you were reading, what you liked to eat, where you enjoyed spending your time. He familiarized himself with Midgardian courting practices, often (to his own chagrin) asking his brother about his experiences. From what he had gathered, men who were overly eager to jump into bed were viewed as unfit partners.

So he waited for you.

He didn't mind; he'd wait as long as he needed to.

Loki was pulled from his reverie when he realized you were shivering.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders before joining you at the railing. You smiled up at him, pulling his jacket tighter around yourself and he could've sworn his heart stopped then and there.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" he finally asked before wrapping an arm around your waist. You let a long sigh escape through your nose, debating how embarrassing it would be to admit you were still a virgin.

"You have to promise me you won't laugh."

"I promise."

You looked down at your clasped hands resting on the railing, suddenly finding the paint peeling off the metal extremely interesting.

"I'm still... I've never-" you cut yourself off and dropped your head into your hands, your face flushing anew.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"I'm a virgin."

There. It was out in the open.

The deafening silence that followed was enough to bring tears to your eyes, the shame overwhelming.

"Forget it. I never should have brought it up. I should've known this was-" your self-deprecating words were abruptly cut off by his lips on yours, his arms crushing you against his chest in a warm embrace. His hands slid up the length of your body before coming to cup your face and hold you in place as he broke the kiss.

"Why would that matter to me?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"I don't know I just... I'm too old and I have no idea what I'm doing and you have so much experience-"

"Beloved, did you just call me a whore?" he cut you off again, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"No! It's just that-"

"I'm just trying to get a rise out of you, darling," he chuckled, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"You're not... weirded out?" you asked, the confusion evident on your face.

"Why would I be?"

"Don't you think that I'm bit old to be a virgin or something?"

"What's a couple of decades when you live for five thousand years, give or take?"

Alright, that was a good point.

"Okay, well, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Seventeen." You hid your face in your hands once more, groaning in frustration as any relief you felt from his previous comments completely evaporated.

He chuckled softly, his arms snaking around your waist once more to pull you back against his chest. You couldn't help but melt into him, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder. The pair of you stayed in the embrace for a few minutes, letting the shared heat of your bodies keep you warm as the party continued on inside.

You couldn't help but shiver as he dropped his mouth to the shell of your ear, his slight stubble brushing deliciously against your skin.

"You know, darling, if you're this concerned about it, I could take care of it for you."

You blushed for umpteenth time that night, your heart lurching at the proposition as heat began to pool low in your stomach. You could feel yourself becoming light headed as his hands slowly traced the curve of your waist.

"What do you mean?"

You could practically feel the smirk forming on his lips as your vision was overtaken by a glow of green light. Your grip on his forearms tightened as the image of your bedroom came into view, two figures materializing on the twisted nest of sheets.

Squinting against the light, you could just make out a head of long, dark hair tucked between a pair of legs, a single hand trailing down to thread its fingers through the black tresses. Your cheeks instantly flushed as you realized what he was showing you, shifting your thighs together in an attempt to gain some semblance of relief.

"Have I made my intentions clear enough, darling?" came his raspy reply, his voice low and tempting against the column of your neck. Goosebumps erupted across your exposed skin, the evening air suddenly both too chilly and too stifling.

"I... suppose I could be convinced," you answered coyly.

Loki's hands drifted down to your hips, squeezing slightly.

"I need to hear you say yes, beloved."

Your knees damn near buckled at the silky tone of his voice in your ear, the heat in your lower abdomen quickly becoming unbearable.

"Yes."

You could practically feel the smirk on his lips, your stomach flipping as his grip tightened slightly, his fingers digging into your hips. Another flash of green light and you were standing in your bedroom, the light dimmed and curtains drawn against the city lights.

Candles burned on your nightstands and dresser, giving the space a dreamy atmosphere. Your sheets had been replaced with silky forest green ones, a fluffy white duvet tucked over them. Your heart melted at the thought he had put into it.

You were pulled from your reverie by the sensation of his lips on your shoulder. Letting your head fall back to rest on his chest, you closed your eyes and let yourself relax against him. His fingertips trailed slowly up your arm, sending a shiver down your spine as he reached the strap of your dress.

Butterflies raged in your stomach as pulled away slightly to find the zipper and slowly pulling it down the length of your spine. Gently taking your hand in his, he spun you to face him as the fabric pooled at your feet, revealing the emerald lace beneath.

His raked over your body as his hands settled on your hips, tugging you closer.

"You little minx," he mumbled, his voice low and raspy.

"Lack of experience doesn't mean lack of style," you replied with a confidence you didn't quite feel.

"Lucky for you, darling, I lack neither."

"Show me."

You didn't have to tell him twice.

His lips found yours in an instant, his hands pressing your body firmly against his. You let him take the reins, basking in the sensation of his warmth. His tongue traced the length of your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You grant it, nearly sighing as his tongue gently caressed the roof of your mouth.

As his hands slide up the exposed skin of your waist, a stark reminder of the discrepancy between your two states of dress. Intent on remedying that, you slid your hands slowly up his stomach and onto his chest before finding the knot of his tie and working it loose. You could feel him smile into your lips as he realized what you wanted.

Releasing you from his grip, he quickly undid the tie and let it drop to the floor before going to work on the buttons of his shirt without breaking your kiss. You traced your hands over the smooth skin of his chest, sliding them over his shoulders and pushing the fabric down his arms to join his tie on the carpet.

Loki cupped your face in his hands, threading his fingers through your hair as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth. A soft moan escaped your throat, desperation beginning to settle into your core. You began fumbling with his belt, suddenly anxious to have him stripped down to nothing. He interrupted your efforts, intertwining his fingers with your own and flashing you a devastating smile when you whined out loud.

"Patience, darling," he teased.

"Come on, Loki..."

"We'll get there, my love. But first," he leaned closer, his lips just brushing your ear, "I want to watch you come undone."

Your entire body flushed at his words, the room suddenly significantly warmer than it was even five minutes earlier. He captured your lips once again, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist. Your arms found their way around his neck, tugging his head down for easier access. Pressing your back against the solid wood of your bedroom door, he titled your chin to the side and pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

Your back arched involuntarily as he reached your collarbone, your fingers digging into the skin of his back. His hands slid down to your thighs, swiftly tugging your legs up to wrap around his hips before pressing himself against your core, the feeling of his hard length pulling a whimper from your lips.

He slid one hand from your thigh over the curve of your ass and up your back to unclip your bra in one smooth motion. Your cheeks burned as the lace cups began to dip below the swell of your breasts, your nipples stiffening into peaks as they were revealed to the open air. Unaccustomed to being so exposed, you tried to cover yourself from view. He gently took your wrists in his hands, tenderly prying your hands away from your chest.

"Don't hide from me," he pleaded, voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart leapt in your chest as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to its back as his green eyes locked onto your own.

"I've just never..." you cut yourself off, suddenly aware of how ridiculous you must have sounded.

"I know, darling. Just let me worship you."

You nodded, deciding to be brave and allowing him to pin your hands against the surface of the door. Your pulse quickened at the sensation of his skin brushing against your nipples, feeling slightly light headed as his lips dropped to your neck once again, sucking the skin harshly before soothing it with his tongue.

Your lips fell open as he trailed kisses down your chest, taking both your wrists into one hand and holding them above your head as the other delicately traced the bottom curve of your left breast. He dragged the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of your right nipple, your cunt soaking the fabric of your lingerie.

He continued to tease you for a few seconds longer before sucking the hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from you. He rolled the sensitive flesh between his teeth, his tongue flicking over the tip. Your fell back against the door, wrists straining against his firm grip. His other hand cupped your left breast, his fingers gently pinching the nipple. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for a shred of friction on your drenched core.

"So sensitive for me, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly, his mouth releasing your nipple with a lewd pop. "Look at you... so beautiful."

"Loki... I need you," you whined. You attempted to pull your wrists free from his grip to no avail.

"You'll have me, my love."

Finally releasing your hands, he gripped your ass firmly and walked you to the edge of the bed. He settled onto the duvet, laying back with your legs straddling his hips. Your core clenched at the sight of him beneath you, his hair slightly mussed and his lean torso fully bare. His eyes dropped to your tits before flicking back up to meet yours, his arousal obvious through the fabric of his dress pants.

Sliding your hands up his chest, you slowly lowered your body over his, the friction of his skin on yours making your head swim. He slid one hand behind your head, pulling your lips down to his. His other hand came to rest on your ass, toying with the waistband of your panties. His hips bucked up slightly, the motion causing a sinful brush of friction against your cunt.

Loki hooked two fingers into your waistband in an attempt to pull them down your hips before you snatched his hand away, pressing it down against the sheets.

“You’re still overdressed,” you pointed out, your eyes flicking down to the offending pants.

“Are you going to remedy that, my lady?”

You bit back a satisfied smirk before sliding your hands to his belt, making quick work of the buckle before undoing the button. You took the zipper between your teeth, holding his gaze pointedly as you pulled it down. He allowed you to press a few precious kisses to the skin of his hips as he lifted them so you could pull his slack down and let them drop to the floor.

Your mouth watered at the outline of his hardened cock straining against his briefs. You were just about to free him from the oppressive fabric when he stopped you, pulling you back up to press a soft kiss to your pouted lips.

“Another time. Tonight is about you.”

You nodded, too horny to argue with him on this. You pulled you into a deep kiss before shifting his weight to roll you onto your back, your legs parting to accommodate him. His tongue invaded your mouth once again as he dragged his hips against yours, grinding his cock against your throbbing pussy.

You arched up against him, threading your fingers through his dark hair. He slid a hand down your stomach and underneath the waistband of your lace bottoms. His fingers traced the length of your soaked lips before making slow, steady circles around your sensitive clit. You moaned lewdly into his mouth, your legs parting further to give him more room.

“Already so wet for me,” he mumbled against your lips. “Can’t wait to stretch you out.”

You nodded frantically at the prospect, your cunt flooding anew at the low chuckle that rumbled in his chest. He sucked the delicate skin of your neck as his fingers traced your entrance, teasing you.

“Do you want my fingers inside you?” he asked, his teeth grazing your ear.

“Yes,” you whimpered pathetically, bucking your hips up into his hand.

“Yes what, darling?”

“Yes, please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said smugly.

He slipped two fingers inside, curling them against your walls and circling your clit with his thumb. Your back arched off the mattress, your pussy clenching around his digits. Lifting your hands above your head, you gripped the sheets beneath you, desperate for a way to ground yourself. You were vaguely aware of Loki tugging your panties down your legs, exposing your dripping cunt. You covered your face with your hands, suddenly embarrassed at the prospect of being fully naked in front of him.

Parting your thighs further, he trailed kisses across the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He pulled this thumb away from your clit, causing you to groan at the loss of contact.

“Look at me,” he demanded quietly.

Dropping your hands from your face, you forced yourself to meet his gaze. His eyes bored into yours as his mouth dropped to your pussy, his tongue licking a fat stripe over your clit. Your mouth fell open at the sight, his long fingers still pumping in and out of your drenched hole. His wicked tongue flicked expertly over your clit, his fingertips brushing that special spot you could never quite reach yourself.

“Oh fuck, Loki!” you gasped, one hand shooting down to grip his hair once more.

He let you grind yourself up against his mouth as his tongue and fingers continued working you with ridiculous precision. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt was crass, only adding to your heightened arousal. It didn’t take long for that familiar tension to begin building low in your abdomen, quickly becoming overpowering. His brought his free hand up to your tits, pinching one nipple between his fingers.

“Loki! Fuck, I’m gunna— ah! I’m gunna cum!”

He hummed against your clit, the vibrations of his voice enough to push you over the edge. You twisted one hand into the silk sheets, the other still pulling his hair at the root. High pitched moans fell from your lips, one after another, as you fucked yourself against his tongue, your pussy clenching desperately on his fingers. He gradually slowed his movements, riding you out with care you knew only he could provide.

You stared blankly up at the ceiling, still trying to catch your breath as he gently pulled away before crawling back up the length of your body. He held his still soaked fingers up to your lips.

“Suck.”

You did as you were told, already too fucked out to resist him. You curled your tongue around his digits, the slightly salty taste of your own slick invading your mouth. Pulling his hand away, he bent down to kiss you slowly. Deeply. Intentionally. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently. The heat in your belly was far from quenched. You pulled his body onto yours, desperate to feel him against you again.

“I need you. Now,” you demanded, still breathless.

“Then take me.”

You crushed your lips against his, gasping into his mouth as he rolled onto his back so your legs were straddling his thighs. He lifted his hips, finally granting you the opportunity to slide his briefs off, your core tightening as his erection sprang free. You paused, giving yourself a moment to look at him. Really look at him.

Your clit throbbed at the sight of his happy trail leading from his navel down to his cock. You took his thick shaft in your hand, the tip already glistening with precum. You had figured he was big but looking at him now, you weren’t sure if he would even fit.His hands came to rest on yours hips, rubbing comforting circling on your skin. The concern was evident on his face.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

“You’re just so… big.”

“Were you expecting anything less?” he asked smugly.

Your face flushed with embarrassment. “No! It’s just I—“

“I’m just teasing, my love.”

You bit your lip, eyeing his length nervously.

“Hey,” he said softly, “you are in complete control here. We can stop at any time. Just communicate with me, yeah?”

Your nerves settled at the comforting tone of his voice, your affection for him damn near overwhelming.

“I want this. I want you.”

He smiled at your declaration, pushing himself up slightly to kiss you softly. Lifting your hips, you gripped his erection, lining the swollen tip up with your entrance. Ever so slowly, you let yourself sink onto his length. You felt the stretch immediately, a sharp burn edged with dull pleasure as you took him inch by inch.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” came Loki’s calm reassurance.

Though he put on a facade of measured control, you could tell it was taking all his effort to remain stationary while your body adjusted to him. You nodded, planting your hands firmly on his chest to readjust your angle. He hissed through his teeth at the sudden movement, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. Your eyes shot up to his face, your core tightening at his pleasured expression.

You gave an experimental roll of your hips and your mouth fell open at the unexpected wave of pleasure. You kept going, quickly gaining confidence as the pain faded. Loki’s head fell back against the duvet, his hair a stark contrast as it splayed across the white cotton.

“Are you okay?” you asked, suddenly concerned you were doing something wrong.

“I’m fine, you’re just so… tight.”

You giggled, squeezing your walls around his length.

“Don’t do that,” he groaned.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m trying to last, beloved.”

“Hm. I thought a god would have the stamina to match.”

“Yes, well, between my banishment and exclusively courting you, I haven’t quite had the opportunity to maintain it.”

You laughed as he flipped your positions, his arms caging you beneath him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down and locked your lips with his. He rolled his hips into you, his thick cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You moaned into his mouth, your body melting against his.

Your nails dug into the muscles of his back as he continued to slowly rock into you, pulling out to the tip just to bottom out again. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he lifted your legs to hook them over his shoulders. He pressed one palm firmly against your lower stomach, the other slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit. Your back arched, stars popping behind your closed eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, his soft grunts spurring you on.

Your breath began to quicken, an intense wave of spine-tingling pleasure beginning to build deep inside you. It wasn’t long before you were panting, gripping the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself as your hips bucked in rhythm with his. The wet sound of his thrusts only pushed you closer to your climax.

“Deep breaths, darling, deep breaths,” Loki commanded, his usually pale cheeks flushed with color.

You did as he instructed, drawing air deep into your chest before letting it back out. Your body relaxed and the sensation seemed to intensify as you continued sucking deep breaths in through your nose. His fingers quickened their pace, rubbing in punishing circles as his strokes grew deeper and more desperate.

“Don’t stop! Please, Loki, don’t stop!” you moaned, feeling that telltale coil grow tighter and tighter in your stomach.

“Cum for me.”

His husky voice was all it took for your release to hit you, your body undulating with wave after wave of intense pleasure. You keened as your cunt squeezed around his thick cock, his own deep groans mixing with yours as hot ropes of him coated your walls. His thrusts slowed, cum leaking from where your bodies were still joined together.

He dropped your legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his hips as he leaned down to kiss you. He gently brushed the stray hair from your face before tucking his face into the crook of your neck, the two of you remaining intertwined while your hearts slowed in time.

“How are you feeling?” he asked when he had caught his breath.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed, pressing one last kiss to your lips before gently pulling out. You nearly sighed at the loss of contact, suddenly feeling empty.

“I have towels in the bathroom if you-“ “I’ll take care of it,” he cut you off, a warm damp hand towel materializing in his hand.

You let him clean you up, twitching occasionally as he brushed over your still sensitive skin. With a snap of his fingers, you were dressed in a clean T-shirt and sweats, oversized just how you liked them. Another snap and he had produced a plate of snacks and a decanter of fresh water on your nightstand. Your lover pulled you back against his chest, pressing soft kisses onto the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice soft and warm. You turned to face him.

“What for?”

“Trusting me.” You couldn’t help but smile, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him slowly.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

After picking through your snacks, you began to drift off in his arms, the calm silence and his warm presence lulling you to sleep.

“I love you,” Loki whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

Your fingers twisted themselves into the thick fabric of your comforter, your opposite forearm burning with the effort of mercilessly working your clit.

After damn near half an hour of desperate and fruitless attempts at achieving relief, you were ready to sob.

You knew messing around in the Tower’s lab after a full day’s work was a bad idea but you had been so close to a breakthrough in your work with Dr. Banner that you convinced yourself you could push through the exhaustion.

Until you had shattered a specimen jar and exposed yourself to whatever the hell was in it.

It started with your heart rate rapidly increasing, followed by hot flashes and an incessant throbbing between your legs.

But despite your best efforts, it would. Not. Stop.

You continued to rub harsh circles over your clit, your back arching off your mattress as that familiar tension began to build low in your stomach.

And quickly dissipated.

Throwing open your nightstand drawer, you frantically dug through it in search of your vibrator, tossing various items haphazardly out of the way before finally spotting the bright pink silicone. You switched it on and quickly started working your aching clit, biting down on your lip at the contact. Your hips undulated unconsciously as you chased a climax that wouldn’t arrive.

Tears slipped down your face, a sob escaping your swollen lips. You rubbed your thighs together as you lay there, staring up at the ceiling and ready to scream. Despite your best efforts, your body felt achingly empty and your nerves were beyond raw.

It was well passed midnight at this point and you were out of viable options.

You knew in the back of your mind who would still be awake at this hour.

Just ask him, you internally scolded yourself.

Absolutely not. I can’t.

Why not?

You paused, realizing you didn’t actually have a reason.

Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself to sit up and pull on a rumpled t shirt from your bedroom floor, hissing between your teeth at the sensation of the cotton fabric against your overly sensitive nipples. You debated throwing your underwear back on for the sake of decency but decided against it, already overwhelmed by the oversized shirt.

Slipping out of your room and into the dark hall, you made your way to the all-too-familiar door.

Knocking quietly, you rubbed your thighs together and silently begged him to answer. An overstimulated whine escaped you as your shirt clung to the layer of sweat that had gathered on your skin, your arousal flushing your entire body with heat.

Just as you were about to knock again, you heard his footsteps on the other side of the door before it finally opened, revealing his towering figure.

“Loki, I’m—“

“You caught it too?” he interrupted, his voice low and rough. The sound made your core clench.

“I— what?” you asked, your confusion adding to your frustration.

Looking up at him, you finally noticed his disheveled state. His normally sleek hair was mussed, his face was flushed, and his breathing bordered on panting.

“Banner’s specimen. It got to you as well,” he stated plainly, his dark gaze locked on yours.

Your eyes dragged down the length of his body, taking in his shirtless torso and the hardened length straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, mouth beginning to water at the sight.

Meeting his eyes once more, you nodded frantically.

“Have you been able to…?” he trailed off, his breathing growing more erratic.

You shook your head, your thighs squeezing together to contain the slickness between them.

He opened his door just wide enough for you to enter and you quickly pushed your way inside. Before you could even turn around, his hands were on your hips, pressing you flush against his chest as he walked you backward against the door, pinning you against it.

You damn near keened as his mouth found your neck, licking and sucking your overly sensitive skin. Your back arched, pressing your chest up against his, drawing a husky groan from him.

“I won’t be able to stop,” he warned, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Please just give it to me,” you whined, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes. He grunted and hiked your thighs up and around his hips, picking you up as though you weighed nothing before walking you to the bed.

His large form pressed you down into the mattress, his stiff cock brushing your thigh. You couldn’t help but moan as his mouth met yours, his tongue already working expertly against your own.

Your hips grinding together, you slid your hands up into his hair and pulled and felt him twitch in his pants. His hands found the hem of your shirt and yanked it up over your head, the sight of your exposed body drawing a groan from him. His head immediately dipped down to your chest to suck harshly on your aching nipples.

“Loki!” you gasped, back arching off the mattress.

He slid his free hand down to his waistband, pushing his sweats down his hips to expose his throbbing length, thick and flushed with need. He released your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and looked down at your dripping pussy, pumping himself desperately.

“You’re fucking drenched,” he grunted, slapping his tip on your swollen cunt.

“Just shut up and fuck me, please,” you whined, lifting your hips up to give him access.

Too desperate to come up with a quip, he pulled your knees up to rest on his broad shoulders before slamming his full length into your pussy. A lewd, high pitched moan escaped your lips as his thick cock stretched you open, arching yourself up into him for the umpteenth time.

You grabbed a pillow from beside you, pressing it against your face to stifle your cries of pleasure as he thrust into you, finally starting to relieve the ache.

Reaching one hand down between your bodies, you rubbed tight circles over your clit, pussy clenching around him. He slapped your hand away, replacing your fingers with his own. You were too far gone to snap at him for it. Your eyes rolled back as his tip brushed against your cervix ever so slightly.

“Fuck-,” he grunted, his breathing heavy.

Shifting his angle, he pulled your knees from his shoulders and pressed them up against your chest and hooked his legs around your thighs, folding you into a mating press.

His hips continue to piston into your own, the new position making your vision swim and your tits bounce with every thrust.

“Holy shit, Loki,” you gasped, throwing your head back against the sheets.

That familiar tension began building in your abdomen once more, your breathing becoming shallow as he pushed you closer to the edge. His pace quickened and you knew he was close behind you.

“Breathe through it,” he instructed between grunts of pleasure, his thrusts growing impossibly deeper.

“I c-can’t, I’m gunna- ah!”

“I’ve got you, my love, just breathe. I’ve always got you.”

You did as he said, your core clenching tighter around his thick cock as his hips rolled into yours. His fingers returned to circling your swollen clit, the friction finally pushing you over the edge.

Your body arched up as you came, pussy pulsing around his dick as you cried out and tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. He groaned above you as he spilled himself inside, your orgasm only intensifying at the feeling of his hot spend coating your cunt with every thrust as he helped you ride it out.

Releasing your legs, he collapsed on top of you, his breathing deep and skin warm against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him locked in place as you damn near sobbed in relief.

Loki’s eyes met yours, the concern evident on his face.

“Are you alright, darling?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m okay, I just… need a second.”

“I’m here,” he mumbled softly, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for several silent minutes, catching your breath and enjoying the feeling of your bodies still pressed together.

When your heart rate finally slowed, he gently eased himself out of you, leaving you feeling empty at the loss of contact. He stood and you looked up at him quizzically.

“I’m just going to get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back,” he chuckled.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to revel in the relief he had just granted you, your body finally relaxing.

He return with a damp cloth and began gently cleaning the mess you had made together, his hands warm and comforting on your skin.

“You know, if you wanted me to fuck you, you had only asked. Infecting both of us with alien pollen is a bit dramatic, darling.”

You threw a pillow at him halfheartedly, too spent to react to his goading.

When the lights of the Finalizer flickered to red to warn its occupants of the imminent Resistance onslaught, he had told you to remain in your shared quarters until he could return. You had waited until his footsteps disappeared before swiftly making your way to the ship's hangar and slipping into Kylo's TIE Fighter.

You knew he would hate it.

He never let you engage in military operations if he could avoid it, stating that it was "too dangerous" and "unnecessary". You knew he meant well but his protectiveness over you was beginning to grate on your nerves.

You were aware of how you were viewed by the rest of the First Order. The Supreme Leader's little wife who never got her hands dirty. It wasn't the best look for you. Not to mention it bruised your pride.

Prior to your marriage to the Supreme Leader, you were a highly ranked pilot in the First Order's navy, having been captured and converted from the Resistance. Though your husband was aware of your past, your former identity remained classified as a protective measure. When Kylo had asked for your hand in marriage, you knew that you would have to sacrifice some of your personal freedoms but you hadn't anticipated how much you would miss your piloting days.

Which is exactly why you had taken off at the first opportunity.

You were tailgating a Resistance X-wing when a passing Y-wing intercepted your flight path, taking out one of your solar wings with its canons. You gritted your teeth as your TIE fighter began to careen out of control, spinning dangerously close to the hull of the Finalizer. You caught a glimpse of the ship's observation deck as you grappled to regain control of your small craft to little avail.

Kylo's heart sank as he recognized the TIE fighter streaking across the observation deck's view was his own. And there in the cockpit was his wife. Panic began to settle in his chest as the damaged ship continued to pick up speed.

Without thinking, his hand shot out to stabilize the craft, using the Force to guide it back to the open hangar doors. His relief is short lived, anger swiftly taking its place as he storms out of the observation deck.

The internal doors to the hangar hissed open at his approach. The chaos of the navy personnel buzzing around the open space didn't phase him as he cut a direct path to his damaged TIE fighter. The cockpit unlatched to reveal your dazed form as you ripped off your helmet. He stepped over the lip of the cockpit, taking your face in his gloved hands and looking you over for injuries.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his mask making his voice sound mechanical and cold. You nodded silently and allowed him to pull you to your feet. He gripped your forearm firmly, pulling you behind him as he led you toward the exit doors.

Your heart began to race as the two of you briskly walked along the route to your shared quarters, his grip on you unyielding.

Upon your joint arrival, Kylo unlatched the mask obscuring his face and slammed his helmet down on a nearby desk before gripping the edges of the table top, chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

You stood in apprehensive silence, digging your nails into your palms in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Ben-“

“Not that name. Not right now,” he snapped, releasing his grip on the desk with one hand and scrubbing it over his face and through his hair.

You flinched slightly at his tone.

It’s not that you feared him; he had never raised a hand against you. You just hated to upset him. He had enough to worry about without you being reckless.

After a moment of deafening silence, he turned to face you, his displeasure evident on his face. You took a few hesitant steps toward him, placing a gentle hand on his clenched leather clad fist. To your relief, his grip slackened and he allowed your fingers to intertwine with his own.

His free hand made its way to the nape of your neck and gripping the roots of your hair, crushing your lips against his. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, caressing your own before he caught your bottom lip roughly between his teeth.

You slid your hands up his chest, only making it halfway before you felt the weight of the Force around your wrists, pinning them behind your back. Your pulse quickened at Kylo’s invisible ministrations.

His head dipped to the crook of your neck, his lips beginning to suck harshly at the sensitive skin.

“What did I tell you about joining operations?” he demanded, pulling your body flush against his.

“To stay in our chambers,” you mumbled, allowing your eyes to fall shut.

“And why didn’t you?”

“I just…” you trailed off, lost in the sensation of his mouth on your skin. You gasped sharply as his teeth sunk into the flesh of your collarbone.

“Just what?”

“I just wanted to help,” you admitted, fighting back a groan as his ran his tongue softly over the mark he had just left.

“And what did I say about helping?”

“That you would take care of it…” you trailed off, your cheeks heating slightly with embarrassment. He hummed against your skin quietly before releasing his grip on you. He silently made his way to his side of the bed, standing ominously with his arms crossed.

"Come," he commanded, his tone clipped. You did as he said, moving to stand in front of him.

"Strip."

Your heart skipped a beat, heat beginning to pool low in your stomach. You bit the inside of your cheek as you complied, slowly undoing your belt and unzipping your pants. The silence was deafening as you pulled your tunic up and over your head, taking your sweet time in a last ditch effort to irritate him further.

Invisible hands yanked the fabric from your hands and let it fall to the floor before making quick work of your undergarments and boots.

You stared defiantly up at him despite your complete lack of clothing, slightly annoyed that he was still fully dressed.

“On your back.”

You did as you were told, making a show of crawling onto the black bedding before letting yourself fall into a supine position.

Those invisible hands gripped your wrists and pulled your hands up and over your head, their touch familiar as they slowly spread your thighs. You attempted to press your legs together to create friction but the Force held them firmly in place, baring you to him completely.

Arousal flooded your system, a soft whine breaking from your lips at the continued lack of contact. You watched desperately as he kneeled on the bed in front of you and looked up through hooded eyes.

“Are you going to listen to me?” he asked quietly, his voice husky.

You nodded desperately, your spine arching up involuntarily at the prospect of finally being touched. Your teeth clamped down onto your bottom lip as his gloved fingers trailed their way slowly up your right shin, passing your knee before gliding up the inside of your thigh. You lifted your hips, practically begging him to grant you a semblance of relief.

His hand slid to your ass, giving it a swift smack before settling his hips between your thighs. Unable to wait any longer, you ground your core up into him, your mouth falling open at the delicious friction. His hand closed gently around your neck, his invisible grip on your thighs and wrists tightening.

“Not yet,” he grunted into your ear before pressing hot kisses against your neck. You screwed your eyes shut, damn near keening at the feeling of his hardened length pressing into your thigh.

His warm mouth sucked dark marks into the delicate skin of your collarbones before he made his way to your tits, sucking the left peak harshly.

“Ben!” you gasped, your hands balling into fists.

His hand on your throat again, tighter than before.

“Not that name. Not now. Understand?”

Too overwhelmed to gather your thoughts, you nodded silently.

“Use your words,” he demanded, his voice low and rough.

“I understand, Kylo.”

A satisfied grunt was his only reply before he pressed two leather clad fingers to your lips.

“Suck.”

You quickly complied, opening your mouth to accommodate his gloved digits. His eyes darkened as he watched, rewarding you with a slight buck of his hips.

“Good.”

He pulled his hand from your mouth before sliding it down the length of your body, down your chest and stomach, stopping just before the apex of your thighs.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded, the invisible grip around your thighs giving a firm squeeze.

“You,” you whimpered pathetically, desperate for him to touch you where you needed it most.

“What’s my name?”

“Kylo.”

He gave your ass another harsh slap.

“Not good enough,” he pushed. “Kylo who?”

“Kylo Ren! I belong to Kylo Ren!”

“Better.” Before you could even register his next move, his hand slipped down to your soaked cunt, splitting you open with two fingers to expose your throbbing clit.

Your back arched off the mattress as his tongue traced light circles around the bundle of nerves, barely ghosting over your sensitive skin. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes at the sheer agony of the uncontrollable arousal.

His spare hand trailed back up your body to pinch your nipple, rolling the tender flesh between his fingers as he finally licked a thick stripe over your clit.

“Fuck-“ you gasped, trying to buck your hips up against his mouth. He pinned you back down to the bed to hold you in place as his mouth worked. You tried to wrench your hands free from his Force grip, desperate to run them through his hair and press him closer, but his grip was iron.

It didn’t take long for that familiar pressure to begin to build in your core, that hot coil growing tighter and tighter.

“Kylo- fuck! I’m gunna-“

He swiftly pulled away and your eyes shot open, your body convulsing at the sudden lack of contact. His lips glistened with your slick as he smirked up at you. You threw your head back against the mattress in pure exasperation, a pathetic sob tearing from your chest.

“You will learn your place. You don’t get to do anything without my expressed approval. Do you understand me?” he asked, voice low. He pressed an all-too-brief kiss to your clit, making your core clench and your hips twitch.

“Understand?” he demanded again.

“Yes, yes, I understand- fuck.”

“Do you want to cum?”

You nodded furiously, hot tears flowing freely down your cheeks.

“Then beg me for it.”

Forcing your eyes open, you stared down at his slightly flushed face, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your cunt at the sight of his devastating face.

“Please let me cum, Kylo, please- I’ll listen, I just need to- ah!” You were cut off by your own high pitched moan as his tongue split you open once more, tracing tight circles over your pulsing clit.

Too lost in your own pleasure, you didn’t notice when he dropped a hand to the waistband of his pant, freeing his length and giving himself a few self-indulgent strokes.

“Get on all fours,” he grunted, releasing his invisible grip on your wrists and thighs. You scrambled onto your stomach, forcing your shaking legs to hold your weight as you arched your spine. You couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of the cold air on your soaked and exposed core.

His hands came to settle on your hips, pulling your body closer to his. Reaching one hand between the two of you to grip his cock, he slapped the tip repeatedly against your slick entrance before slowly sliding himself in to the hilt.

You legs all but collapsed at the relief of finally being filled by him, your mouth falling open in a keening moan. He didn’t give you any time to adjust before pulling out to the tip and slamming himself back in. He leaned over, dropping a hand between your thighs to rub harsh circles against your clit.

Unable to help yourself, you began forcing your hips back to meet his thrusts. The feeling of his clothed chest against your back and the leather of his gloves against your clit quickly became too much, your voice breaking as you begged him for release.

“I’m about to- please let me- Kylo!”

“Cum for me,” he grunted, increasing his punishing pace slightly.

These words alone were enough to push you over the edge, your spine arching as you let yourself go. Breathy moans escaped your open mouth as your core clenched around him, leading him to his own release. His teeth found purchase in your right shoulder, biting down as he spilled himself into you.

You collapsed forward onto your chest, keeping your thighs parted while you waited for him to clean you up. Your muscles began to relax as he worked a warm damp cloth over your center and the insides of your thighs before pressing a kiss to the faint marks left behind on your shoulder. He continued to trail his lips slowly down your back and you let your eyes fall closed.

“Please listen to me… I can’t let anything happen to you,” he said quietly, his gentle touches making your heart melt.

“I’m sorry. I just feel so useless sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly.

“I know I can be… overbearing. But I need you by my side, not in a TIE Fighter where I can’t get to you.”

You could hear the rustling of fabric as he stripped himself out of his clothes at last before taking his place next to you. You opened your eyes and smiled at him.

“I know,” you replied softly.

“I love you.”

…but it was love eventually.

Loki did his best to prevent himself from attempting to derive any meaning from the unfinished quote. After all, he had already decided it was meaningless. What use was speculation when he had already made up his mind?

A celebration was customary upon the appearance of one’s soul mark. Your parents were elated when yours materialized, inking itself across your ribcage.

It wasn’t love at first sight…

Your heart soared at the potential the incomplete sentence held.

As high-ranking members of the Allfather’s court, it was thrilling news. Lords and ladies made their appearances at the ball put on in your honor, taking the opportunity to consult your parents accordingly. The event buzzed with nobles hoping their son or daughter would be the fortunate individual to complete your soul mark, thus securing an advantageous betrothal.

However, no such arrangement presented itself. As time went on, you began to resent the script. Your continued lack of apparent soulmate became the talk of the court, a stain upon your marriage prospects.

And oh how Loki loved to remind you of this particular shortcoming.

It began with snide comments at your soul mark celebration. Having been raised with one another, you were quite used to his sharp tongue and merciless teasing. You brushed him off at first, sure that your soul mate would would make themselves known before the evening’s end.

By the time your guests had begun to filter their way out of your family’s manor, tears were pricking your eyes with their sharp sting. Loki’s words were needling their way under your skin, taking up residence in the back of your mind.

You sat with your back against the wall of an abandoned hallway, the light dimming as tears forced their way through your closed lids. Your legs were folded up against your chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, head bowed to prevent any potential passersby from seeing your now puffy face.

You had finally run out of tears when you heard footsteps making their way down the hall. You jumped, hastily wiping your face as you stumbled up to your feet, your mind scrambling to find an adequate excuse for your distraught state. You had barely situated yourself upright before realizing the footsteps belonged to the younger prince.

“Ah, it’s only you,” you huffed, straightening the rumpled fabric of your formal attire.

“You would do well to address your prince appropriately,” Loki replied pompously, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked you up and down.

“My prince would do well to not stick his royal nose where it does not belong,” you shot back, clearly not in the mood for his attitude.

You caught a glimpse of a smirk making its way across his lips as you self-consciously attempted to smooth your hair back down.

“A bit sensitive this evening, are we? Disappointed with that frivolous little tradition, perhaps?”

You ignored the barb and began to make your way back to the great hall, your solitude thoroughly ruined by the God of Mischief. Your agitation only grew as he followed closely behind, clearly having chosen you as his evening entertainment.

“Surely you can’t be shocked,” he stated plainly, as if it were obvious.

You paused mid stride, turning to face him. Your emotions had already been chaffed raw, leaving you with little patience for mincing words.

“And what exactly do you mean by that, Your Highness,” you snapped. You hated to give in to his ruse but you were in no mood for his backhanded comments at the moment.

“Well, my lady,” he started, “one should not be so surprised that an individual as foolhardy as yourself would not be granted a soulmate of noble standing.”

Your face began to heat with indignation, a flourish of nasty insults rising to your tongue. You glared at him, forcing yourself to retain a semblance of self control.

Despite his endless capacity to annoy you, he really was unfairly handsome. His sharp cheekbones, angular jawline, his pale skin contrasting with his raven hair. And not to mention his substantial height and devastatingly blue eyes.

It was truly unfortunate that he maintained an insatiable need to ruin it all with his loud mouth.

“I supposed one should also not be surprised to learn that an individual as ill-mannered as yourself would have no soulmate at all”, you finally shot back before storming off to your chambers.

He watched you go, rooted to the spot by your quick jab. He would have been impressed had the retort not stung him so unexpectedly. He felt his brow furrow as your fleeing form rounded a corner, disappearing from view.

Is that how his people viewed his alleged lack of a soul mark? As a direct result of his prickly personality? A personal failing?

He supposed he should not have been as offended by this notion as he was. After all, had he not just insinuated the same toward you?

Best not to think about it, he determined.

This mutual irritation continued on throughout your… relationship. If one could even call it that. The years continued to pass and your soulmate had failed to manifest themselves. Additionally, Loki’s soul mark had continued in its failure to appear.

Or so he had you believe.

With Thor earning himself a full fledged banishment from Asgard, the throne found itself with one heir remaining.

One heir with no marriage prospects.

Amidst swirling rumors, the Allfather had summoned your family to the palace to discuss “a matter of utmost importance”, though your father had neglected to inform you of exactly what this meeting entailed.

You waited silently just outside of the throne room, wishing you could be anywhere else. You truly adored the king and queen, but Loki had taken to roaming the palace more freely in his brother’s absence, leaving you subject to his comings and goings.

You jumped as his green and gold clad figure appeared next to you, seemingly out of nowhere, a smirk on his lips.

“Do you ever tire of your juvenile magic tricks?” you snapped at him, your irritation evident. He placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt.

“As I recall, my lady, you quite enjoyed my magic tricks in our youth.”

You ignored his comment, instead focusing on your attempt to eavesdrop on your parents and the Allfather and -mother. Loki watched in silence as you pressed your ear to the throne room door, your face screwed up in concentration.

He threaded a hand behind your head, cupping it with his palm before you flinched away from the contact, a bewildered expression on your face.

“Relax, my lady, I am only trying to assist you,” he muttered.

He reached his hand out once more, waiting for you grant him permission to touch you. You nodded slowly, allowing him to lace his fingers through the back of your hair, cupping your jaw. He pressed his other hand to the door, using his seiðir to amplify the conversation and direct it straight into your mind. The two of you waited in concentrated silence, anxious to hear what was being discussed.

“-believe this arrangement would be advantageous to both our families. Our children are of marrying age, after all, and the throne requires an heir be betrothed.”

“We quite agree, Your Majesty. I speak for our entire family when I say that we would be delighted to have our daughter betrothed to Prince Loki.

You could no longer hear the exchange over the pounding of your heart in your ears. You stumbled away from the door in shock. Loki released you from his grasp, his eyes wide and staring at the door in front of him. You took a moment to compose yourself before turning on your heel to face him, rage boiling in your blood.

“If this is one of your tricks, Odinson, it is not amusing,” you snapped at him accusingly.

“I assure you, my lady, this development is completely free of my influence.”

Hearing footsteps approaching, Loki darted toward you, swiftly taking you in his arms and spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. You thrashed against his hold, your agitation having reached its peak.

“Be still. Someone is coming,” he whispered hurriedly, his lips brushing ever so slightly against the shell of your ear as he pressed himself back against the palace wall. His arms held you firmly in place against him and you looked down to see that your bodies had completely disappeared.

“What is this?” you asked accusingly, voice just above a whisper. An invisible hand shot up to clamp over your mouth, irritating you further. You felt Loki duck his head down to whisper in your ear once more.

“I am preventing us from being discovered in a rather compromising position. And you’re quite loud,” he replied.

Despite your annoyance with the prince, a warmth settled low in your abdomen as his breath caressed the skin behind your ear. Before you could give much thought to your body’s reaction, the throne room door opened, revealing each of your parents.

You felt Loki’s arms tighten around you, pressing you further into him as the Allfather came dangerously close to brushing against your hidden form.

“I supposed we should inform our children of the arrangement?” Frigga proposed to the group, placing a hand on her husband’s arm.

“Indeed… over a feast, perhaps?” Odin suggested, leading the group down the palace hall and away from your current position.

You didn’t bother listening for your parents’ reply, ripping yourself from Loki’s grasp before storming off toward the guest chambers.

“My lady, wait…” Loki started, following closely behind.

You burst through your chamber doors rather unceremoniously, throwing yourself onto the settee at the foot of your temporary bed. You covered your face with your hands, frustrated tears forcing their way out.

“You know, you could have procured a significantly worse betrothal,” Loki stated, breaking the tension.

“Not now, Loki…” you sighed, sounded defeated.

He let the silence continue for a few moments, unsure of how to balance his desire to comfort you and his own shock at the impending betrothal. He quietly lowered himself next to you on the settee, placing a slightly awkward hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him, slightly confused by the uncharacteristic gesture.

“Surely being my bride-to-be is not as devastating as you believe,” he teased gently, his eyes softening as they met yours. You couldn’t help the slight smile that broke across your lips.

“As aggravating as you are, my prince, it’s not that. I simply feel… like a failure, I suppose,”

“Do tell.”

You hesitated ever so slightly, unsure if bearing your soul to the trickster would end well for you.

“My soul mark was supposed to determine who I am to marry. And I cannot find them. I suppose I did not realize how right you were that night when you said I shouldn’t be surprised someone like me would not find their soulmate.”

His chest ached at the sentiment, regret stinging like a blow. He hadn’t thought about your little exchange since that night, didn’t think you would have remembered. Despite the enjoyment he derived from teasing and baiting you, he had never intended to cause you any actual harm.

“I suppose I should consider myself lucky, then,” he said quietly.

There was not much in the Nine Realms that could make his heart race, but this rare moment of vulnerability was enough to send his pulse pounding in his ears.

You looked up at him, clearly confused by the earnest tone in his voice.

“If I am to inherit the throne, I will require a wife. And I suppose you will do,” he deadpanned. You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your chest, your previous distress completely forgotten.

To his utter confusion, Loki couldn't help but feel his heart soar at the sound of your laughter echoing through the guest chambers.

“I suppose I could do a lot worse for myself than a prince,” you conceded, looking down at your hands folded in your lap. “I just can’t help but feel like I’ve disappointed my parents.”

He nearly laughed aloud at the statement. From his perspective, there was no bigger disappointment than himself.

I could tell her, he thought to himself.

Surely there was no use hiding his soul mark any longer. If you were to be wed, you would discover the truth eventually.

“If that were true, my lady, you would be in good company,” he said quietly, heart beginning to race at the prospect of revealing his long kept secret. Your brow furrowed as you looked up at him in confusion.

“How do you figure?”

A moment of hesitation before his fingers made their way to the collar of his tunic, tentatively pulling the deep green fabric away from his collarbone to expose the thin lettering looping across his pale skin.

The deafening silence rang in his ears as he waited for you to react in some capacity, unsure of what you would say. After a few heartbeats had passed, you cautiously raised your hand to run your fingers over his skin.

…but it was love eventually.

“I thought you didn’t receive a soul mark,” you mumbled, transfixed by the ink.

He sighed softly, unsure if you would understand his quandary with the idea of fated mates.

“I merely… kept the occurrence private. Too many fawning suitors… you understand,” he replied sheepishly, fighting the blush that was making its way across his cheeks. An exasperated laugh escaped your lips, Loki’s revelation easing your prior distress.

“I see… I supposed we are more alike than I thought, my prince,” you sighed, looking down at your hands clasped in your lap.

A moment of silence passed before he gently took your hands in his, your eyes snapping up to meet his blue ones. You felt your heart begin to race at the contact, surprising yourself with the reaction.

"My lady..." he trailed off, letting hesitation get the better of him for a moment. His gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second.

"Yes, Loki?"

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper as he began to close the gap between your lips.

"And if I don't want you to?" you muttered breathlessly.

A mischievous smirk flashes across his face before his lips claimed yours, your eyes closing as you surrendered control over to him. His hands slid up your body to cup your face, pulling you closer as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. You gasped slightly into his mouth, your stomach erupting with butterflies.

What are we doing? you thought silently to yourself. Can a lifetime of annoyance and irritation be erased by a single intimate moment?

You trailed a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck, sliding your fingers into his hair. You tighten your grip on his raven curls, eliciting a slight groan from the god. Liquid heat began to pool at your center.

Yes it can, you decided.

Loki's tongue trailed the length of your bottom lip in a silent question, his hands dropping to your hips. You granted him access, fighting back a moan as he effortlessly shifted your body onto his lap. Straddling his hips, you pressed your chest against his as his lips made their way across your jaw and down your neck.

His hands found the laces of your corset and he pulled away slightly, looking up at you for permission. You nodded eagerly, catching his lips in another kiss as he skillfully unlaced the constricting garment before pulling it over your head along with your gown.

You became acutely aware of Loki's state of overdress, his tunic remaining in place while you were left in only your thin cotton shift. Without saying a word, you began working on the buttons on the emerald green fabric, exposing his pale chest.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your shift up dangerously high before settling on your hips. You pushed his tunic back over his shoulders, leaving him shirtless before you. You paused, taking a moment to appreciate his bare upper body. Your eyes made their way down from his collarbones to his stomach, admiring the lean muscle and V-lines leading lower and lower.

He broke you out of your reverie by grabbing the bottom of your shift, pulling it over your head. You let him do so, too lost in the feeling of his body under yours to care about being exposed to him.

You made to lean back down to kiss him when you noticed that his gaze was glued to the spot on your ribcage where you knew your soul mark was located. A shiver raced down your spine as Loki gently traced over it with his fingertips.

"It wasn't love at first sight..." he read aloud, his dark brow furrowed.

"...but it was love eventually," you finished for him, eyes wide in realization. He stared up at you silently, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

"Does the god of mischief have nothing to say?" you asked quietly, attempting to break the tension and settle your nerves.

"Well, my lady, it's not every day that a god finds his soulmate," he replied before pulling your face down to kiss him. He hooked his hands under your thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips and he stands and walks you over to the guest bed.

You smiled into his mouth as he gently lowered you onto the plush duvet. You slid your hands down his torso to his belt, clumsily undoing the buckle before starting on the button of his pants. He chuckled in your kiss and slid out of the remainder of his clothing, pressing himself against your body.

A moan escaped you at the feeling of his hot erection pressing against your inner thigh. You arched your back, pressing your bare chest into his and relishing in the friction of his skin against yours.

Loki trailed his lips down your chest, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. You involuntarily ground yourself against him as his tongue made slow circles around the sensitive skin, soft sighs leaving your lips.

"Loki," you whined desperately, rubbing your wet heat against his thigh.

"I'm here, darling," he mumbled against your skin, "tell me what you need."

"I need you."

"Where do you need me?"

He smiled up at you as he lowered himself between your thighs, his breath on your heat making you clench around nothing. You slipped a hand to the back of his head, trying to push his mouth down to grant you the relief you needed.

"Ah ah, darling. Say it for me."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, slightly irritated with the prince.

"I need you to make me cum, Loki," you admitted, lifting your hips slightly off the mattress in an attempt to make contact. He firmly pressed you back down, a smug look on his gorgeous face.

"Patience, my love," he mumbled, pressing hot, openmouthed kisses to your thighs. He continued his ministrations until he reached your soaked center. Your jaw fell open as his tongue licked a fat stripe over your clit, spreading your wetness across the sensitive apex.

"Oh fuck..." you gasped, your hands shooting down to the back of his head and threading your fingers through his hair. His wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer as his tongue teased your entrance. Letting go of your left thigh, he trailed his hand down to where his mouth met your body, sliding two fingers through your folds.

His tongue made tight circles over your clit as he slipped his digits inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust before slowly pumping them in and out. You gripped the sheets, clenching your thighs around his head as the pressure in your abdomen began to build.

"Loki!" you keened, back arching once again.

He groaned into your cunt, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you to provide a real reply. The vibrations of his voice on your core sent you over the edge, undulating your hips into his face. He continued to make quick, punishing circles on your clit, helping you ride it out as your core clenched around his fingers.

You panted, letting your thighs fall limp to either side of Loki's head. He stood, taking his place on top of you. He gently brushed your hair from your eyes before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, the taste of your own slick invading your mouth.

Before the kiss could develop into anything more, a knock at the door startled both of you.

"Darling?" your mother's muffled voice came through the locked door.

Your heart lurched, panic quickly setting in. Loki jumped up from the bed, scrambling to dress himself.

"Yes?" you shouted back, scooping your discarded shift off the floor and hastily throwing it on. You grabbed your dressing robe from a hook near the vanity and swiftly wrapped it around you, tying the knot as glanced over your shoulder to tell Loki to hide in your bathroom but was nowhere in sight.

He had completely vanished.

Your mother knocked on your door, pulling you from your thoughts. Undoing the lock, you opened it to see both of your parents standing excitedly in the hallway.

"Yes, what is it?" you asked, trying to smooth your sex-mussed hair down.

"We have a family matter to discuss and we wanted to- dear, are you alright? You look flushed," your mother interrupted herself, pressing the back of a hand to your forehead. You gently brushed her off, fighting the blush rising to your cheeks.

"Yes, I'm fine!" you replied a tad too eagerly. "What is it, what's the matter?"

Your parents shared a suspicious look before your father spoke.

"We have something to discuss. Family meeting in our chambers in fifteen minutes?" he asked plainly.

“Yes, just give me a moment to ah… freshen myself up,” you stuttered. Your mother smiled at you before turning to leave, your father following suit. You closed your door quietly, letting yourself fall back against it and pressing a hand to your face in embarrassment.

You gathered your composer and began making your way to the vanity to assess the state of your hair. As you turned, Loki’s towering figure appeared directly in front of you, causing you to yelp in fear. You lightly slapped his chest as he placed his hands on your hips

“Don’t do that!” you scolded him before allowing him to draw you into a kiss.

The hardened length of his cock pressed firmly against the curve of your ass as you sat on his lap, your legs hooked over this thighs. The thin cotton of your panties the only barrier preventing your core from being fully exposed.

Loki's hands slid slowly up your torso, stopping just under your breasts as he made eye contact with you through the mirror he had conjured in front of you.

He gave his hips a slow roll, the motion sending a burst of pleasure through your body and making your spine arch against his chest. He dragged his fingertips up the underside of your tits before circling them around the outer edges of your areolas. You closed your eyes, your mouth falling open slightly, getting lost in the sensation.

"Ah ah. Look at me," he demanded, his fingers still working your nerves.

You shook your head slowly, letting it fall back onto his shoulder. You gasped breathlessly as he pinched your nipples harshly, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumbs and index fingers.

"Look. At. Me."

You forced your eyes open, your cunt flooding at the sight of your tits in his hands. The skin of your nipples was flushed, the blood rushing to the surface from his manipulation.

Palming the full weight of each breast in his hands, he gave them a squeeze, slowly massaging them as you watched your reflection helplessly. His fingers flicked over the nipples once again as he kneaded your chest and you just couldn't take it anymore. You rolled your hips back against his hard body, humping the air in a desperate attempt to gain any friction possible.

"You need more?" he asked huskily in your ear. You nodded furiously, too aroused to care about how embarrassingly flustered your face was in the mirror.

Three familiar figures materialized in the empty space in front of the mirror, one seated on either side of you and the third kneeling between your legs. You damn near came in your panties as you realize they were clones of him, the same knowing smirk gracing each of their mouths.

The pair beside you lowered themselves to take a nipple in each of their mouths, the Loki beneath you reaching down to your hips to slip the cotton fabric from your hips and tossed them away. Your heart raced as he lifted you up with one hand and aligned his cock with your soaked entrance.

A broken whimper escaped your throat as you sank down onto his length, every inch stretching you open. The third clone remained kneeling before you, his head dipping between your legs and sliding his hot tongue between your lips, brushing the tip under the hood of your clit.

You keened as your every nerve was set ablaze, the Loki beneath you beginning to thrust up into your cunt, the pair attached to your tits sucking harshly on your nipples as a wicked tongue continued to flick over your clit.

"Eyes open, darling. I want to see those pretty eyes."

Your forced yourself to meet his gaze in the reflection, focusing on your will power on not cumming.