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“An orgasm,” you repeated. You showed him the book you were reading and pointed to a sentence.

She reached her end rather quickly, the line said. His thrusts were precise, purposeful, and in no time at all they had a powerful orgasm wracking through her body. Loki lifted a brow at the nature of the book. He had read a lot of erotic literature in his lifetime and even kept a few volumes on sex in his personal library. This was not one of them. “Where did you get this, little bird?”

The moniker had stuck after he discovered your talent for singing. It was a month after he rescued you from the Void. You, a slight thing raised on a very conservative island, had been visited by the Timekeepers for saving an old lady from drowning in the ocean. The Nexus event caused you to be taken by the TVA, and some struggling with a hasty keeper resulted in your pruning.

A group of men who were trying to get pass Alioth had found you in the Void and decided to use you as bait. Loki heard your cries on one of his patrols to ensure nothing was amiss. Following it to the source, he happened upon you tied to a wrecked car with tears streaming down your face. Alioth was upon you, the men trying to skirt their way around. Loki made quick work of ending their lives before untying you and bringing you back to the Citadel.

“I found it in He Who Remain’s things,” you told him. Loki’s brows knit. After taking over authority of the Sacred Timeline, he and Sylvie had stored away the belongings of their predecessor. They were happy for quite some time, though he could always tell that Sylvie wanted something he alone could not provide. So, on a weary day after meeting with the Timekeepers, the two of them constructed a timeline that allowed Sylvie to live her life with her parents on Asgard. She promised to visit, but she never had. He supposed that was why he saved your life.

Running the TVA was fulfilling work, but it also got lonely in the Citadel. Day after day, night after night, the empty walls and halls of the stone building mocked his being alone. He wanted companionship, and he always thought finding you was a gift from his mother in Valhalla. She saw how alone he was and sent him someone he could live in harmony with, and live in harmony with you he had.

“Lokiiiii,” you sang, tapping his forehead. “Where did you go?” He loved your voice. You often sang when reading or showering or just prancing about the Citadel and Loki would always stop what he was doing to listen. There were times when you would just lie with your head in his lap and sing ballads while he read. You were, in all forms, a blessing to his life

“Sorry, little bird. What was your question?”

“Tell me what an orgasm is.”

Loki leaned back in his chair. He did not know how to broach this topic with you. You were intelligent, yet naïve. The island you grew up on never taught their girls about pleasures of the flesh. They only found out on their wedding nights—some in less pleasant ways than others. Considering this, he settled for a basic definition of the word.

“An orgasm is a sort of pleasurable feeling that occurs at the height of your sexual stimulation.” He paused to let that sink in. “Do you know what sex is?”

“Yes!” You wagged a finger at the book. “I read about it. That’s how people make babies.” Your head cocked to the side, as though putting two and two together. “Is that how orgasms are made?”

“They’re not made, they’re had,” Loki explained. “And sex isn’t the only way it can happen.” You blinked big, innocent eyes at him. “There are a lot of ways one can reach an orgasm, and not only by penetration. You can use your fingers or your tongue or-”

“I read that, but it confused me,” you told him. “You touch me all the time and I’ve never had an orgasm… I think. Have I?” You were referring to the times he would stroke your hair or rub your back when you got scared.

“Little bird,” Loki laughed. “If I had given you an orgasm, you would know.”

“Hmmm…” You snapped the book shut. “Give me one then.”

Loki felt his mouth run dry. “I… What?” He shifted on the chair, discreetly adjusting himself as his length hardened. Discussing this topic was affecting him in a rather stirring way. “You want me to do what?”

“Give me an orgasm,” you clarified. “Why? Don’t you want too?”

He would be lying if he said the thought had not crossed his mind. You had developed a deep level of intimacy with him in such a short time that it was impossible for his mind not to go there. Loki wanted more with you, from you, and was only holding himself back because of your innocence.

“It’s not that,” he told you. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll have to touch you in certain places, and I refuse to take advantage of you.”

Your brow furrowed. “How is it taking advantage if I’m asking you to do it? I’m not a child, Loki. You’ve explained it to me and I understand what I’m requesting.” Loki lifted a brow. It sometimes slipped his mind how firm you were in your decisions. Your lack of sexual knowledge meant very little when it came to your maturity, and it was unfair of him to treat you as such.

“Okay.”

You perked up. “Okay?”

“Yes.” He shoved the documents aside and patted the space in front of him. “Come here.” You scooted over on his desk. Loki stood in front of you, blocking your view of the Sacred Timeline through the window behind him. He parted your knees and stepped between them. “Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, Loki. I’m fine.” Your tone was playful, teasing, and Loki could not help but smile. He gave you a peck on the nose that had you scrunching it in the most adorable way. “Are you going to kiss me?”

“Yes.” He tangled his hand in your hair at the back of your head. “Would that be okay?” You nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours. He could tell you had never kissed anyone before. Your lips did not move at first, so he guided you carefully until you caught onto the rhythm. It was then that he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Oh!” You jerked back, a hand over your mouth. “What was that?”

“My tongue,” he answered. “Did you not like it?”

“Umm…” You made a face. “It was a little slimy. Reminded me of a snake.” Loki bit back a laugh at the analogy.

“I won’t do it again. Come here.” He leaned down to kiss you again, ensuring his tongue did not go pass his lips. You seemed to enjoy it much more this way. Your body relaxed into his, pressing your torso into him. He felt your hardened nipples against his chest and grinned into the kiss. “Someone’s getting excited.”

He pulled away from the kiss to look at you. Your nipples peeked out through the blue material of your cap sleeved dress.. “Oh,” you waved a hand. “That happens when it’s cold.”

“It also happens when you’re aroused. Watch this.” He took a cloth covered nipple between two fingers. Gently, he began rolling it. Your head fell back with a groan. Loki used this leverage to place kisses on your neck, making you moan with each press of his lips. A specific spot close to your ear had you gasping and when he sucked on it, you suddenly cried out.

“Wait, stop!” He pulled back in alarm. You were staring down at your lap in confusion. “I think I peed!” Loki bit his lip.

“You didn’t wet yourself, little bird. You’re aroused. This is what happens when your body is stimulated.”

“Oh.” The look on your face was comical.

He placed a hand on your knee. “Can I see? Or do you want to stop?”

“No, I’m good.” You looked at him. “You can keep going.” With your permission, Loki moved his fingers up your leg. His hand disappeared beneath the skirt of your dress, reaching your underwear in no time. Once there, he pressed two fingers to the damp cloth. “Oh!”

“Darling?” Loki paused at your outburst. “Are we still good?” You nodded. “Excellent. Just breathe, little bird. You’re doing well.” His fingers stroked the outside of your underwear, getting you wetter and wetter with each movement. He kept a watch on your face for any signs of discomfort. When he saw none, he slipped two fingers inside your panties. The curls that met his skin were slick with your arousal. He made quick work of parting your lips to gain access to your clit.

“Loki!” Your hips bucked off the table, hands holding onto his biceps. “What is that? What are you rubbing?” Your voice was breathless with need. It hardened his cock even more and had his zipper threatening to burst.

“That’s your clit, darling. It’s a bundle of nerves that makes you feel good.” He pressed it, and you let out a sinful moan. “See?” You nodded, bringing your head forward to rest on his chest. Loki smoothed his fingers over your head before pressing a kiss to the top of it. “Let’s get you to that orgasm, yeah?”

“Yes, yes pleaassseeeeeee…” The word stretched into a prolonged plea as he slipped his middle finger within you. You were tight, virginal, and he wiggled his finger around to get you accustomed to the appendage. A little while later, he began moving the finger in and out. “That feels good,” you whimpered.

“Good,” he praised. “I’m going to add another. Tell me if it hurts.” He slowly added his index finger to the mix. You tensed for just a second, then relaxed for him to get it all the way in. A bit of thrusting and scissoring got your walls loose enough to allow him to move unrestricted.

“Loki…”

“That’s it,” he cooed. “That’s it, little bird. Just feel.” He moved his two fingers at a comfortable pace, using his thumb to rub your clit. You were gushing by this point. He knew his desk would have a little puddle of your juices once you were done. “Darling?”

“Loki, I’m-I can’t-”. Your head tilted back, brows knitting together. A sweat had already broken out on your forehead. Your hips, whether under conscious or subconscious control, were moving in time with his fingers. The obscene sounds produced by the thrusting had Loki’s mouth watering. He could not wait to taste you once you were done.

“Tell me what you feel, darling.”

“Pressure,” you whimpered. “Right here.” You pointed to your lower stomach. “I-I can’t. Loki, I’m-”

“You’re about to orgasm,” he filled in. “Just cum, darling. Give in and cum for me. Let me hear you.”

The most beautiful thing happened then. Your head was already tilted back, eyes closed in rapture. Loki kept a firm hand on your lower back to keep you close. Your fingers tightened and fisted in the sleeves of his robe. Those plump lips of yours rounded, forming a perfect ‘O’. Your walls clenched around his fingers, entire body going rigid as you fell over the edge. The wail that left your mouth echoed through the entire Citadel.

“That’s right,” Loki encouraged. “Sing for me, my little songbird. Sing loud.” He curled his fingers as you rode out your orgasm. When it was over, and your body relaxed, you opened your eyes and stared off into the distance. Loki waved a hand in front of you to get your attention. “Little bird?”

“Hmm.” You blinked dazed eyes at him. Your eyes darted down to the bulge in his pants. “What’s that?” You poked it, and he hissed.

“That’s me,” he told you, moving your hand from his little problem. “That’s how men get aroused.”

“Do you need an orgasm too?” you asked. Loki had to force himself to reply in the negative.

“I can take care of it myself, as can you, if the need arises again.”

You scrunched your nose up in thought. “Nah. It’s a lot of work. I’ll just come to you.” Loki chuckled.

“That’s fine by me.” He cupped your face with his clean hand. “Do you want to continue reading your book? You can sit here with me while I finish my work.”

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’. “I’m hungry, and I need a shower.”

“I’ll tell you what. Go take a shower and get dressed. We’ll go to Paris for those crepes you like.” Your eyes danced with glee.

“Really?” He nodded, enjoying your excitement. “Okay! Thank you, Loki!”

“You’re welcome, little bird. Now go. I have some work to complete in the meantime.”

ooOOoo

It was about a week later that you sought Loki out with another question. You entered his room without knocking—for he would have locked it he wanted to be alone—and glided into the green and gold swathed bedroom. Loki was lying on his bed, propped on some pillows with a book in his hand. You crawled onto his bed and near him, and only then did he lift his arm so you could snuggle against his chest.

“Sleeping here tonight?” His eyes were still on the book.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” His fingers began playing with your hair. While he read, you let yourself look upon his face. You had thought Loki was beautiful from the moment you saw him. Even during your rescue, crying and being untied while he kept that smoky monster at bay, your first thought was for how handsome he was. The tall stature, dark hair and emerald eyes were reminiscent of the male lead in your book. It was what drew you in. When you were reading the steamy scenes, you often imagined it was you and Loki, and he was doing all those spine-tingling things to you.

That was what led you to his bedroom that night. You had separate rooms but it was not uncommon for either of you to visit each other’s and fall asleep. You were reading the second part in the series when your mind started running away with images of you and Loki. Suddenly, it was no longer Jacques throwing Harriet against the shelves, but Loki and you. The thoughts produced a throbbing deep within your core that had you stumbling to his room with need.

“Loki, can I ask you another question?”

“Anything, little bird.”

“Have sex with me.”

Loki choked. His green eyes turned to you, mouth opening and closing a lot like the fishes he had taken you to see at the Boston aquarium. You were not entirely sure he was breathing until he spoke. “That’s not exactly a question, darling.”

“Sorry,” you winced. “Loki, will you have sex with me?”

“Why are you asking this?” he wanted to know, and you could not blame him. Loki had not touched you sexually since that day on the desk, so the sudden request must have thrown him for a loop. “Is it that book again? Are you still reading it?”

“Part two,” you confirmed. “And yes, I am. I like them.”

“You understand sex in books is not at all like in real life?” he asked. “Literature tends to paint a very romantic picture of it all. The type of books you’re reading does that especially well, and people often grow to have false expectations.”

You mulled over what Loki said, then nodded. “Well, that’s why I want to learn. Teach me.”

“Little bird…” Loki hesitated. “Come.” He snapped the book shut, then maneuvered you both into a sitting position. His legs stretched straight out and you sat straddling his thighs. “What you’re asking of me cannot be undone. It’s also quite uncomfortable for women who have never done it before.”

“Yes, I know.” Curiosity had led you to find as much literature as you could about sex. You knew that you were a virgin, and you possibly had a hymen, and that could cause bleeding during your first time. You also knew that sex was supposed to feel really good. Loki made you feel good with just his fingers, and if the books were correct, intercourse was even better. “I read about it. I know what I’m asking.”

“Read about it where?” Loki quirked a brow.

You waved a hand. “I read your books when you’re not here. You have quite an extensive amount of material on sex.” If Loki had done half those things you had read, you knew you were in experienced hands. He would take care of you and do it well. “Will you do it?”

“I…I don’t know if I can,” Loki admitted. “Darling, you are gorgeous, and sweet, and I enjoy your company very much…”

Oh. Oh. Now you understood. You were so stupid to have not seen it before. His rescuing you was out of the goodness of his heart, as well as the need for company, but that was it. Your relationship with the god had grown throughout the time you had spent together. Loki was smart, sarcastic in a way that was hilarious and very protective of you. It was no real shocker that you had developed feelings for him. You had thought, stupidly, that he had felt the same for you. But you were wrong.

Loki did not care for you, because he was still pining over another.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, and the words came out as a sob that had his forehead creasing. “I made a mistake. You don’t like me; you still love Sylvie. I’m sorry.” You rose off his lap, shame and mortification burning your face.

“Hang on.” Loki held you fast by the waist, pulling you back into your seat. “How do you know about Sylvie?” There was a frown on his face. For a moment, you thought you upset him.

“Don’t be mad,” you started, causing his frown to deepen. “Mobius told me. He came to visit a day when you weren’t here and he slipped up and mentioned her. I pressed him to tell me, I’m sorry.” A myriad of emotions crossed his face. “Are you mad? Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not angry with you, little bird,” he promised. “Though, I will be having a chat with Mobius.”

You gasped. “Don’t prune him!”

“I’m not going to prune him, darling. Mobius is my friend.” Loki’s hands found your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the silk of your nightgown. Though you were fine with cotton, Loki insisted you have the best. “I did love Sylvie, but that was ages ago. Decades, if I had to guess, since time works differently here.”

“What happened?” you asked softly. Loki shrugged.

“She was not happy here. We loved each other, but she wanted her parents and the life that was stolen from her. I could not abandon my post here, so I set her free. There were no hard feelings involved.”

“That so sad,” you empathized. “Weren’t you sad, Loki?”

The corner of his mouth turned up in melancholy. “For some time, yes. I moped around these grand halls and neglected my duties until Mobius and B-15 gave me a reality check. After that it got easier. Relationships end all the time. It’s nothing new.” Loki tapped your nose. “Meeting you helped a lot. I had decided to close myself off to love until you came along. With you here, that became a difficult task. I cannot help but care for you. It would be annoying if it did not bring me such peace.”

You smiled at Loki’s confession. “Really?”

“Yes, little bird.” He kissed your forehead. “I cannot recall the last time I thought about Sylvie in that way since you arrived. Perhaps her leaving was for the best.” Loki grew quiet then. A thoughtful expression took over his face, black brows furrowing in concentration. You smoothed the creases of his forehead out with your thumb.

“You’re thinking very hard.”

“Do you really want this?” he asked suddenly. “Do you really want me? You understand that things would change between us, and our living situation could become quite strained if it were to end badly.”

“It won’t,” you promised. “I trust you, Loki. I know you won’t hurt me.” You placed your head on his shoulder. “I want you.” You initiated the kiss this time, winding your hands up into his hair and letting him control the pace. His hands moved to your lower back. He held you against him carefully, like you were glass, and then pulled away.

“We can try,” he told you. “If it hurts, let me know.” You nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay!” He chuckled at your reaction, then tugged on your nightgown.

“Can I take this off?” You removed it without another word, baring your naked body to him. Loki smirked when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. “Cheeky little bird.” He ducked his head to pepper your neck with kisses. “Did you know you were going to get your way?”

“I was hoping.” Your voice was light, breaths quickened by Loki’s lips on your neck. He kissed the spot he had marked the last time and started sucking anew. You gasped, back arching into him. His hand danced up your stomach and cupped your breast, kneading the flesh in a tantalizing manner. The combination of his lips and palm had you growing wet in very little time. You needed contact, friction, and found it by grinding your pussy against his thigh. The fabric of his sleeping pants brushed against your clit with every pump of your hips.

“Naughty girl,” Loki teased. “Are you trying to get yourself off on my thigh? Is that what you want?”

“No. I want you fuck me.”

Loki rolled you both over so you were on your back. Your head hit a pillow, and another was placed beneath your hips. “Little bird,” Loki growled. “Those are verydirty words. Did you learn those in that book?”

“Yes,” you murmured. Your hands went to his waistband to untie the string. Loki took ahold of your wrists and secured them at your sides.

“Patience.” He skimmed your collarbone with his nose, eliciting a shiver from your body. Loki released your hands to spread your legs and settled between them. His elegant fingers trailed down to the apex of your thighs, stroking the soft curls between your legs. You felt another gush of wetness when he entered you with two fingers. “We need to get you ready.”

Loki began opening and closing his fingers in a scissoring manner. You whined and squirmed on the bed as your walls were stretched and relaxed in repetitive motions. He moved a finger to your clit then, and your hips shot off the bed. “Loki!”

“Hold on, little bird.” He pressed a hand against your lower abdomen to get your hips flat on the pillow. “I must taste you. Stay still.” Loki kissed a line from your throat all the way down the front of your body. You giggled when he reached your bellybutton.

“That tickles!” Loki removed his fingers from within you.

“What about this?” He licked a long stripe up your folds. “Does this tickle?”

“No,” you moaned. “No, it feels good.” He slid his fingers inside you again. With his mouth on your clit, he moved his tongue and fingers in tandem until you were tugging his hair with the utmost urgency. Right when you were about to crest, he stopped. Your eyes flew open in disbelief.

“What?” Loki asked. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and pulled them off in one fluid motion. His penis sprang free, and your eyes widened. The pictures you had seen and descriptions you read did not prepared you for this. “What’s the matter? You’re looking at my cock like it’s going to bite you.”

“It’s a little ugly,” you replied, then clapped a hand over your mouth. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know where that came from!”

Instead of getting upset, Loki barked out a laugh. “That’s the first time I’ve had that reaction.” He leaned forward until his forehead rested on your own. His lips kissed yours once, then twice, then he looked into your eyes. “Still want to do this?”

“Yes,” you whispered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, palms sweaty, yet the overwhelming thought in your mind was how much you wanted Loki. “Yes, I still want to do this.”

“Okay.” He braced himself with one strong forearm above your head. His other hand grabbed his shaft, pressing the tip of his cock against your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. A new wave of pleasure coursed through you with every circle of his tip, and your breathing sped up into a near pant. “Take ahold of me.“

“Huh?” You stared up at him through lidded eyes. “What?”

“Here.” He placed you hand against his cock. “Close your fingers around it. Good girl.” You were surprised to find that his hard length was hot and throbbed like a pulse against your skin. There was a big, blue vein spanning the length the looked two seconds away from bursting. “Now put it in.”

You looked at Loki with bashful eyes. “I-I don’t know how.”

“Don’t fret, little bird. I’ll help you.” His large hand encased your own as he aided you in guiding it to your entrance. Once there, he let go. “Just slip the tip in.” You brought him into you a little, gasping at the immediate stretch. It was a weird feeling. Not painful, but not pleasurable yet. You pushed more of him inside you experimentally, and this time he groaned. “Just like that. Good girl.”

“It feels weird,” you told him. “Is it supposed to feel weird?” Loki rubbed your clit with his thumb. Once again, you felt your pussy begin to throb with need. You needed more of him-all of him- inside of you. “Loki, I need-”

“I’ll take it from here, little bird. You did well.” He returned your hand to your side and placed his hand on your hip. The other was still above your head to keep his weight off you. “Kiss me.” You did, and felt him begin a rhythm. He would pull out just a little, causing an empty ache within you, then push right back in to quell it. Each time he pushed in he went a little deeper. Loki continue this method until he reached a distance inside of you that had you breaking the kiss.

“Ow!” You winced and pushed against his abdomen. “Loki, that hurts!” None of your books had described it like this. They mentioned discomfort, maybe a little soreness, but none had told you losing your virginity felt like being stabbed with a very tiny knife.

“I know, darling. I’m sorry.” His hips paused, waiting for your permission to go further. “Do you wish to stop? There are other ways I can take care of you. We don’t have to do this.”

“No!” Your fingers grabbed onto his shoulders. “I don’t want to stop. I just didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

“Here.” He flatted a palm against your lower stomach. Green seidr flowed out from his hand and into you. The pain within you disappeared. All you were left with was the feel of him inside of you and the desperate need for more. “That should be better.”

“Much,” you agreed. “C-can you keep moving?” Loki pulled his hips back and thrusted in without another word. He was fully sheathed now. You lay beneath him with your eyes closed, basking in the feel of his thumb against your clit. It shocked you when, just a few thrusts later, rapture built within you. “Oh Gods!”

“There we go,” Loki grunted. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Tell me how it feels, darling.”

“S-so good!” you gasped. “Loki, so good!” You never knew pleasure could be this great. Every drag of Loki’s shaft against your walls had the feeling blooming anew. It was hard to believe this hurt a second ago, and you understood now why people wrote so many books about sex. It was like finding heaven and tasting hell all in the same go. You never wanted it to end.

“Feel this,” Loki murmured. He grabbed your hips and angled towards the right. Your entire body jerked. He hit it again, and again, and soon your body was contracted in one long, continuous stream of bliss. You knew he had to be hitting your G-spot. Some of the works you read mentioned it, but not all authors believed it existed. They clearly never had sex with Loki Laufeyson. He had no trouble proving its existence.

“You’re so tight now,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can feel your walls squeezing me. You’re close.” You were. Between the foreplay, thrusting and playing with your clit, Loki had wound your body to a point where the only end was release. You felt like you were standing near a cliff on a hot day, and the only way to reach the cool water below was to let yourself fall… fall… fall…

“Shit!” The curse left your lips before you could stop it. Your entire body felt like it was going to cave in on itself. Stars exploded behind your eyelids. A whine filled the air—high-pitched and screechy—and it took a while to realize it was coming from you. Your lower body squeezed for what felt like ages before it released. When your hips hit the bed again, Loki let out his own curse.

“Fuck.” His thrusts had long grown sloppy. “Fuck, fuck!” He pulled out of you like you burnt him and let his now flaccid penis rest on your stomach. A milky white liquid spilled out of the tip, pooling near your bellybutton. You reached down to touch it. It felt sticky, warm, and you brought it to your lips for a taste. You regretted it as soon as the salty taste burst on your tongue.

“Ew!” You cringed. “That’s disgusting.” Loki laughed.

“What did you expect it to taste like? Chocolate?” You frowned. Loki waved a hand to clean his seed off your stomach. “Better?” He rested his palm on your forehead, smoothing back the hair stuck to it with sweat. You leaned up to kiss him softly, passionately—like you would open your eyes at any minute and this would all have been a dream. When the kiss was over, Loki looked a little stunned. “What was that for?”

“Just to say thank you,” you told him. “For this. For making me feel safe and taking care of me. It was amazing.” Loki smiled at you, that wide grin that crinkled his eyes and stretched his lips up over most of his face.”

“My pleasure, little bird.” He rubbed his nose against your own. “Would you care to take a bath with me?”

Taking a bath with Loki did sound like a fun idea. Besides the sex, it was a step in the direction you wanted to go. However, your body was spent from the new activity, and you were quite sure your legs had turned to jelly beneath you. “Can we just lie here for a bit? I’m a little tired.”

“Of course.” Loki adjusted himself so he was on his back, allowing you to throw a leg over his torso and place your head on his chest. “I just started a new book,” he informed you. “Shall I read it to you from the beginning and we can continue it together?”

“Mhm-hmm.”

Loki kissed your forehead. He opened the book to the first page and began to read aloud. “No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are…”

ooOOoo

Loki awoke late in the night from a rather disturbing dream. He reached his hand out for you, only to find your side of the bed empty. That made him sit up. His eyes roamed over the pulled back duvet and rumpled bedsheets with a frown. “Little bird? Are you in the bathroom?” No answer, and no sound from the en suite either. Loki sighed. He grabbed his discarded sleeping pants from the floor and set off in search of you.

It did not take long to find you. As soon as he stepped outside, he heard your voice and followed it to your old room. Loki lifted a brow. You had not slept in there since you had first asked him to make love to you a month ago. After that, your room had been delegated to a guest room and you had moved into his. Therefore, he was very confused to find you curled up in the centre of the bed with a book, wrapped in nothing but a sheet.

“Darling?” The song stopped. Your head lifted to him with a smile. “What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you answered. “I went walking around and ended up here.”

Loki frowned. “Why didn’t you wake me?” He sat on the bed next to you, fingers brushing the fresh hickeys on your neck from your round of love making just a few hours ago. “I would’ve stayed up with you.”

“No, you were tired. You’ve been running around all week trying to stop Kang from making a mess of things. I wasn’t going to wake you. Besides,” you tapped the leather-bound book held to your chest, “I have my book.”

Loki ran a finger over the brown bindings. Dust coated the flat pad of skin. “This doesn’t look like the ones you usually read.”

“It’s not. But,” you sat up, clutching the book tighter to your chest, “I found something else we can try. Would you like to see?” Loki nodded. You were so excited to show him your discovery that it was impossible to say no.

“Sure, little bird.” You let the book fall backward so he could see… and his jaw dropped. Loki’s eyes roamed the page, then darted to yours. He knew what he was seeing and wanted to make sure you were looking at the same thing. “Are those…”

“Yes!” There was nothing but exhilaration in every fiber of your being. “Babies!”

A/N: A kiss from Loki to anyone who knows what book he was reading.

You plucked the cure out if it’s box, along with the one he told you not to touch and held them up to the light. “You probably shouldn’t have made them the same colour,” you told him, shaking the vials of pale-yellow liquids. “One can see how they might be mixed up.”

Loki sighed. Reprimanding you for disobeying him was futile. You always pushed your limits, and had you not been such a promising student he would have kicked you out of his study long ago.

Born the daughter of a handmaid to the queen, Frigga was able to pick up on your affinity for seidr from an early age. She had tasked Loki with your training upon his release from the dungeons—one of a long list of amendments for all the damage he had caused on earth—and he refused to let her down.

There was also the fact that he was sweet on you. You were five hundred compared to his thousand years, so you were not a child by any means. However, he knew the people of Asgard would not see it that way. They had still not forgiven him for his stint on Midgard, trying to kill his brother and bringing Jotunns to their realm, and would no doubt accuse him of taking advantage of your sweet disposition.

Plus, Frigga would ring his ear right off if he touched you.

“What does it do?” Loki lifted a brow. “The one you told me not to touch. Is it dangerous? You stopped me so suddenly.” Loki opened his mouth to answer, then blushed. You caught this and tilted your head. “Loki?”

“It’s nothing that concerns you.”

You wrinkled your nose in that endearing way that made him want to place a kiss on it. “You’re being weird. Why are you being weird? Is it a sex thing?” Loki said nothing. “Oh my gosh, it is a sex thing!”

“Y/N—”

“What does is do?” you questioned. “Does it work like a love potion? Does it attract suitors? Does it help prolong things?”

Loki snapped his book shut. Discussing the topic of sex with you was painting his brain with images of you screaming his name in a multitude of positions. If you kept this up any longer, he was going to take liberties with you.

“You’ve done well today, petal,” he said. The nickname he had given you brought a dusting of red to your cheeks, and he smirked. “I’ll see you for our lesson on Monday.” He usually gave you weekends off to destress and frolic with your friends. Most times you did, and others you would come looking for him with an obscure question about a lesson you had that week. He saw it for what it was—you wanting to spend time with him—and had long told his guards to give you access to his rooms whenever he was there.

“Will I see you at the ball tomorrow?” Loki stared at you. You had placed the vials on the table and had your hands behind your back. Your weight shifted from one foot to another as you bit your lip, a spark of hope in your eyes. He winced internally, hating that he was about to snuff it out.

“No.” Your face fell. “I don’t think it’s time.”

“You shouldn’t keep hiding, you know?” Your voice was soft and shy, so different from the unbridled tones he had gotten used too. “You made a mistake, just like so many of our kind. Just because the people are punishing you doesn’t mean you should punish yourself too.”

Loki blinked. His mouth open, then closed. What could he say to that? His hands fisted his trousers, fingers tightening on the material, then he released them. People of Asgard be damned.

“Y/N,” he cupped your face, and watched your eyes blow wide, “you are so much wiser than your years. If more people thought like you then I may actually consider rejoining this blasted society.” You closed your eyes and let your face press into his hand. “Alas, they do not, and for that I must bide my time.” He so badly wanted to kiss your forehead. Instead, he dropped his hand. A look of disappointment flashed across your face. “Night is upon us. You should get going before my mother comes looking for you.”

“You’re right.” Your voice was a whisper. He watched you grab the cure and slip into the pocket of your dress. “Good evening, Loki.”

ooOOoo

Night fall found Loki in bed and unable to fall asleep. He tossed and turned for an unhealthy amount of time before finally kicking the covers off him. Sleep evaded him for the night and the reason did not take a genius to figure out; you were on his mind. You were almost always on his mind if he was being honest. Usually, you were the one bright light in his dreams amongst nightmares of mad titans and black orders, but those sweet dreams could not come if his mind would not relax to allow his slumber.

A knock interrupted his scattered thoughts. Puzzled, Loki got to his feet. Only his mother visited him so late—Thor once in a while if he needed something and Odin, never—so he was surprised when he opened his door and found you standing there. “Y/N?”

“Loki,” you breathed. You were clad in a nightgown and a dressing robe, and your hair was messy. It was clear you had also been having trouble sleeping. What Loki could not figure out was why you were in tears. Tracks of water fell from your eyes and your nose was red as though it had been rubbed raw. You kept shifting from side to side, discomfort painted on your face. “Loki…”

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He reached out to touch your shoulder and he felt heat emanating from your skin through your layers. “Are you ill? Why is your skin so warm?” Concern laced his voice as he looked you over.

“I need help—Ah!” Your body tensed as though you had been shocked. Alarmed, Loki tightened his hold on you. “Please help me.”

“Petal, I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong.” Fresh tears fell from your eyes. You brought your hands to your face, and you looked…embarrassed? “Y/N,” Loki fought to keep the emotion out of his voice. Seeing you cry was bothering him. “Petal, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I took the wrong one,” was your whimpered reply.

“What?”

“I took the wrong one,” you repeated. “The cure… I think I took the other one by mistake.”

Loki looked at you. His eyes went from your sniffling face to the way you kept rubbing your thighs together and he let out a groan. “Y/N…”. He trailed off, sticking his head out the door to look down the hall. Seeing no one, he invited you in. He led you to his bed and perched you at the end before sitting on the green hassock running the length of the foot of his bed. “Tell me what happened.”

“I had a headache,” you started, “so I took the cure before bed like I usually do. I had fallen asleep when—Oh!” You whimpered and your thighs slapped together. The sight set off a reaction in Loki that had him grinding his teeth. “I—I was asleep and I started feeling hot and like I wet myself so I woke up and there was this pain,” you gestured towards the apex of your thighs, “down there and I was so hot. Then I remembered what you said about the sex potion, and I realized what must have happened.” You shook your head. “I’m so sorry, Loki. I must have grabbed the wrong one, I—”

“Shh, come here.” Loki pulled you forward and into his neck. Your tears wet his skin as he tried to decide what to do next. He knew well how the potion worked— he had used it with many lovers in the past, in fact— but they had been willing participants. You were innocent and had taken it unknowingly. He had to tread carefully. “Petal?”

You sniffed. “Yes?”

“I’m going to help you, okay?” You pulled your face out of his neck. “I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”

“I do.” There was no trace of untruth in your face.

Loki let his hands cup your face. He stroked his thumbs along your smooth cheeks and allowed himself to place a kiss on your forehead. “Darling, do you understand what this help entails?”

“You’re going to fuck me?” The dirty words dripped off your tongue with an innocent air that had Loki’s cock stirring in his pants. There was no innuendo or double entendre behind them too—just a question in that small voice of yours that made Loki want to take you right there.

“Yes.” The reply was sharp, succinct. “You’ve lain with men before, correct?” You shook your head no, and Loki paused. “Never?” You shook you head again, drawing a frown from the prince before you. This was quite the roadblock. He was okay having sex with you to help work out the potion when he thought you had already done the deed but finding out you were a virgin changed everything. “Maybe I should not—”

“No.” You gripped him suddenly, desperation in your eyes. Tears strangled your voice as you pleaded with him “Loki, please. I want it to be you. I’m sorry I touched the potion, but you have to help me—Ah!” Your hips jerked forward. “Please. It hurts!”

“Okay.” Loki smoothed your hair back. “Okay. Lay back and show me where it hurts, my sweet.” You did as you were told. The dressing robe covering your nightgown was discarded and you reached out and grabbed the ends of your gown. A few tugs brought it level with your bellybutton, so Loki was staring at your thin panties. Loki hooked two fingers in the sides of the material and pulled them down.

He gasped at the sight before him. Now that your bare pussy was on display, he was able to see just how much the potion affected you. Your mound was an angry red, swollen and weeping juices. Clear liquid glistened on your thighs, and he could see your stiff clit standing out from between your lips. “Darling, did you drink it all?”

The whimper you let out was answer enough. “Yes…”

“It’s okay.” You cried out as two of his nimble fingers connected with your clit. He rubbed gentle circles over the nub, watching as your face relaxed for the first time that night. Carefully, when he thought you were ready, he dipped a finger into your heat.

“Oh!” Tiny hands gripped his wrists, spurring him to add another. He felt your walls quiver as he began curling his fingers inside of you. Your eyes all but rolled to the back of your head when he began twisting them in a clockwise motion. “Loki…”

He removed his fingers and you whined. Your hips bucked up in search of contact. “Relax, darling.” Loki’s rested his hand on your stomach and pressed your hips back into the bed. He knelt on the floor in front of the hassock and pulled you forward until your pussy was level with his mouth. “I want to taste you.”

Loki moaned as he ran his tongue through your folds. You tasted as sweet as he expected, maybe even sweeter. Your cunt was soaked and heated and his tongue burned as it sought out your tight cave. Fingers twisted in his hair, tugging and terrorizing the curly strands. He nibbled on your clit and let his tongue soothe the nub with a circling motion, and it was only when he felt a gush of fluid into his mouth did he realize that you had just had your first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N?” Loki lifted himself over you. Relief had washed over your face, albeit just a little. By the remnant swell of your pussy and heat still emanating from your body, he could tell there was still a long way to go. “Darling, how do you feel?”

“Good,” you whispered, hands reaching for him. “Need more.” Loki chuckled low.

“Go up on the bed for me, sweet thing. Get comfortable”. He watched as you crawled towards his pillows at the head of the bed. The position gave him a good view of your dripping cunt, and he licked his lips at the sight. Loki rose off the ground and walked over to you. He rid himself of his clothes as he neared—first his tunic then his breeches—and knelt between your open legs. He saw your eyes widen as you took in the size of his cock.

“Come here, darling.” Loki lifted your chin. He had always wanted to kiss you and he was finally going to get the chance too. Your lips were like little pillows, mottled with rough patches from where you nibbled on them. A thousand and one reminders from Loki had not gotten you to drop the habit.

You moaned as he kissed you, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. The taste of your juices mingled with the taste of your saliva and Loki felt his head spin. He moved closer to you and as he did so, he felt the tip of his cock slide against your raw pussy.

“Loki!” You hissed, lips leaving his. The urgency with which your hands grabbed his hips was telling. Every hump of your hips made contact with his crotch, and he had to hold you down against the bed before you hurt yourself.

“Y/N.” The sound of your name made your eyes open. He made sure you were looking at him before he continued. “It’s imperative that you listen to what I have to say. The potion overwhelms your senses so all you can think about is release. You may find yourself wanting to push past your limits, but you absolutely cannot allow yourself to do so. If it hurts, or you need to stop, let me know at once.”

You whined, “Loki…”

“I’m serious,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “I won’t help you if it will hurt you. Do you understand?” You gave a meek nod, and Loki grinned. “Good girl,” he kissed your forehead, “now just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Loki reached down to take ahold of himself. He began rubbing himself against your folds, unable to resist the temptation of teasing you. Mischief curved his lips up as he watched you begin to squirm and whine his on his silk sheets. “Loki, please!”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. “I’ll stop teasing.” The tip of his cock was already at your entrance, and he pushed in just a little. Your cunt gripped him immediately and he groaned. He was planning to pull back and get you used to the feeling but your walls refused to release him, so the only thing left was to keep pushing forward. He kept a watchful look on your face as he did so to make sure you were not in pain.

“Darling,” he asked when he had bottomed out in you. “Can you look at me?” You opened your glassy eyes. “Are you in pain?” You shook your head. “Can I continue?” You nodded. Loki doubled over onto you as you gave your ascent. The potion had made your deliciously tight pussy so wet and so hot that he was having a hard time not moving at all. Even the slow, gentle pace he set was torture as he longed to pound you until your knees gave out.

While Loki was locked in his own mind prison, you seemed to be having a wonderful time. Your eyes were closed, head thrown back against the pillow. One of your hands gripped his shoulder and the other lay palm up above your head. The nightgown you wore shimmered off into thin air, exposing your naked body to him. Loki thought you were the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. His free hand found the one above your head and intertwined his own fingers between yours.

“Loki!” The sudden choked sob caught his attention. Your mouth was open with moans and your eyes were screwed shut. A few more thrusts had your walls clenching him so hard he yelled. “LOKI!” You screamed his name as your orgasm hit, and Loki growled. His name already sounded so good on your lips on a regular day. To hear it in the throes of passion was just sinful, and Loki wanted to hear it again and again until Hel came for him.

“Are we still good, petal?” You nodded, still lost in the high of your orgasm. “Excellent.” You squealed as he flipped you over. Loki used his hands to bring your knees up and pressed your face into the pillow. Gripping your hips, he pressed into you and started a faster, more punishing pace. The loud moans that left your lips spurred him on. His pace increased until he was pounding into you at lightning speed.

“Loki!”

“I know, petal.” He leaned towards you ear as you came again, squeezing his cock tightly. “I know exactly what you need and I’m going to give it to you. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” you whined. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Remember our agreement,” he said sternly. His first orgasm was fast approaching, and he began to shake with effort. “You must tell me if it hurts.” You nodded, biting the pillow to muffle your screams. Loki pulled it out from between your teeth. “None of that. I want the entire palace to hear you screaming my name. Let them know you are mine—Fuck!” His end hit him hard, stealing his breath away. He crouched forward as his hips stuttered to an end. His cum left him in spurts and he made a mental note to make you drink a contraceptive potion later that night.

Loki rolled to the side, taking you with him. He turned your face over your shoulder to give you another kiss. Your face was blissful, sweaty with exertion and flushed, yet you reached down to grab him again. “I still need you,” you admitted with a whimper. “I don’t know—”

“That’s how the potion works, my love.” He felt your walls clench around him at the endearment.

“Do you have to tire me out?”

“Something like that.” Loki grunted. The lull in sex had given you enough time to recover, and now your cunt was gripping him again with need. He reached around you to toy with your clit while his other hand sought out a pebbled nipple. “We’ll take it nice and slow for a bit, okay sweet thing? We don’t want you getting hurt.” He began grinding his hips in repetitive motions. “How’s that?”

“So good,” you muttered. “So, so good.” Your eyes were closed again, and your head had flopped against his shoulder. It appeared you were very content to let Loki fuck you into oblivion.

“So, you wanted it to be me?” he asked into your ear. You shivered and nodded. “How long, petal? How long have you wanted me to fuck you?” He rolled your nipple between his long fingers and watched you squirm. “For how many of our sessions have you daydreamed about having me inside of this perfect little cunt, hmm?”

“All of—AH!” Another orgasm rippled through your body, and this time Loki came with you. He let out a mighty grunt as he fucked you both through your ends. “All of the time,” you whimpered. “All day, every day.”

“Is that so?” His hips stuttered to a stop, and you gripped him suddenly.

“No, don’t stop.” You let out a harsh breath. “Don’t stop, please. You feel so good.”

Loki hesitated. “Petal…”

“I’m okay.” You turned you head to look at him, making sure you met his eyes. There was a giddiness in them—delirium, almost—as you spoke. “It doesn’t hurt, I promise. I just—” you gasped as your cunt clenched again, and Loki hissed in pleasure. “Please.”

“Oh, darling,” Loki began as he started to thrust again. “I’d fuck this cunt every day if you’d let me.” You whimpered at his words. “Exquisite,” he muttered as he lost himself in you again, “perfect, beautiful petal.”

Loki lost count of the number of times you both came. He fucked you until your throat was raw from screaming and his hair was slicked with sweat. Neither of you could even sleep that night. Every time one of you tried to rest, your body would act up again and you would whine and grab at him until he pressed inside of you again. After this, Loki just left his cock inside of you between cooling off periods. It made it easy for him to just grab your hips and begin thrusting into you when your cunt started clenching his cock again.

It was the wee hours of the next morn when Loki noticed your body had stilled. He peered at the sundial motif carved into his floor and noticed hours had gone by since you had stirred. Looking upon you, he saw you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. He took advantage of your slumber to gently extract himself from you. There was blood and juices on his cock and between your thighs which he set about cleaning up with a wet cloth. He had just finished cleaning you up and was getting ready to heal you when you called his name.

“Loki?” You sat up and winced almost immediately. “Oh gosh!” Tears flooded your eyes as you glanced down at your overused pussy. “Loki—”

“Shhh, I know.” He placed a hand on your thigh. “It hurts, I know. I was just about to heal you.” Loki let the green energy flow out of his fingertips and over your thigh, all the way up to your raw throat. Little by little the pain ebbed, and when your body all but sagged in relief he knew he had done his job. “Is that better?” You nodded. “Good.” Loki kissed your forehead and let his hand drop from you face. He materialized a pair of breeches onto his body and watched you. Now that the haze of the potion was gone, he was not quite sure how you’d react to what had happened.

“Um…” You drew the golden covers up to your chest and tucked some hair behind your ears. It was messy in a way that made Loki want to put you on your back again. “T-thank you,” you stuttered out, “for last night.”

Loki nodded. “My pleasure.” Your blush deepened. “How are you feeling?”

“Good!” You answered as if startled. “G-good. I…” Your index finger drew circles on the sheet. “I’m so sorry about the potion. You told me not to touch it and I shouldn’t have. Serves me right for not listening. I won’t touch it again, I promise—”

“Y/N.” Loki touched your knee. “It is as much my fault for leaving it lying around as it is yours for mistaking it. There is no need to apologize. I’m glad you came to me. Valhalla knows what would have happened if someone with ill intentions came upon you last night.” You shivered, and Loki moved his hand to your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t.” He watched you shake your head. “I suppose I should return to my rooms now…”

“Stay.” You lifted a brow at the sudden command and Loki cleared his throat. “I mean, you can stay if you’d like. It’s still early and you’re probably exhausted.” Your brows furrowed. You looked from your hands to the nightgown on the floor, then your sleeping robe that had been discarded so many hours ago.

“I suppose I could stay,” you looked at him, “if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” He waved his hands and a book of potions appeared. “I have to make you a contraceptive, plus I’d like to look over you for a bit to make sure there are no lasting effects. You drank it all, you know.” Your face reddened. “Get some sleep, petal. I’ll wake you before the ball, you have my word.” He watched you slide under his covers, and within a few seconds you were asleep. Once he was sure you would not awaken, he moved over to his workbench and began taking out the ingredients for the potion.

His eyes strayed to you as he worked. You looked so tiny in his large bed that he wanted nothing more than to lay next to you. He wanted to hold you and stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings while you slept. He wanted to be with you, in any way that he could, for he realized today that he had fallen totally and completely in love with you.

You, the bright-eyed young woman who had bounded into his study months ago and knocked over his favourite stack of books. You, who had blushed and stammered apologies as you haphazardly packed them back.

You.

Loki smiled to himself. Perhaps he would be making an appearance at that ball tonight after all.

That was until today.

He and his mother kept a regular teatime once a week since he was a teenager. Although they ceased following his stint on Midgard, the duo had recently resumed the activity. Every Friday evening after Loki had completed his teaching for the day, he would saunter to his mother’s parlour for treats and conversation. You were almost always brought up. If not by him, Frigga was sure to ask about you, which was why he had missed their last three meetings.

Lessons, he would say. Meetings and training with Thor, extra tasks for his father that he would be vague and abrupt about in describing, when the truth was, he did not know how to broach the topic of the two of you. You, whom he had been secretly dating for what he deemed the best three weeks of his life. You, whom he had left curled up under the covers of his bed with a book and the promise of a late-night horse ride.

“Loki?” He looked up at his mother. “Your tea.” She handed him the cup, which he took with thanks. “You’ve missed our last few teatimes. I was sure you would cancel this one too.”

Loki gave his best rueful smile. “My apologies, mother. I had some business to attend to. Henceforth, all our Friday evening teatimes shall be kept.”

“Good.” Frigga took a sip of her tea. When she placed it down, she asked, “How is Y/N? I haven’t seen her for a few weeks now.” Loki bit back a wince. He had kindly requested that you steer clear of his mother until he had the chance to talk to her. You were confused, since you and the queen were fond of each other, but obliged.

“Y/N is well. Her training is advancing. Soon, she may no longer require my tutelage.” Frigga smiled.

“I heard you showed up at that ball a few weeks ago.”

“I did,” Loki confirmed.

Frigga poured herself some more tea. “You also made sporadic appearances at a number of them these past few weeks.”

Loki shrugged, trying to retain his nonchalance. “Decided it was high time I rejoined society.”

“And Y/N was seen with you at all of them. Some say you even danced with her.” Loki took a large sip of his tea. His mother dropped two cubes of sugar into hers. She stirred it with a careful hand, cerulean eyes holding his jade orbs. Loki placed his cup down.

“You know.”

“Know what?” Mischief sparkled in Frigga’s eyes.

“About myself and Y/N. You know, don’t you?”

Frigga placed her cup down next to his. Her smaller hand sought out his larger one. “I suspected,” she clarified. “I’ve always known Y/N harbored a crush on you, and I’ve long noticed that you are… softer with her. It was not until the palace started buzzing about you two did I think that things might have progressed.”

“They have progressed. Y/N has agreed to let me court her, and I have been for three weeks now.” He paused to assess his mother’s reaction. “Are you cross with me? My intent was not to hide this from you. I just could not decide how to tell you. The last thing I wanted was for you to think I was taking advantage of her, for I know how much you care about her.”

“Loki, I know you would not take advantage of her,” his mother said, then, as an afterthought, “but you are being cautious, correct?”

“Mother!” Loki blushed crimson.

Frigga held up a hand. “I know you are old enough and well versed in such matters. However, Y/N is not. I promised her mother I would look after her, and although you two have started a relationship, I will continue to do so.”

Loki looked down. Just that morning he had taken you up against the shelves of his study. In his defense, he had not intended to at all. You had both agreed not to let your relationship get in the way of your lesson times, but when he had helped you with a tricky spell and you kissed him by way of thanks, he could not help it. Loki had not had sex with you in days, and before either of you knew it he had your skirts up, pants around his ankles, and was thrusting into you while you moaned his name.

“I have not done anything she does not want me to do,” he promised, remembering how you had pleaded with him for more. Loki always gave you what you asked for.

The queen lifted a delicate brow. “So you respect her? Take care of her?”

“Yes, mother.”

“And you have explained to her the complexities that come with courting a prince? With courting you?” Elaboration was not necessary.

“Y/N is very gracious about my past. She does not judge me like the others. It is…”. Loki leaned forward. His palms became sweaty all of a sudden, and he wiped them on his pants. “It is different with her. I have had many lovers, though none quite like this. The way she makes me feel is like nothing I have ever felt before.”

Frigga, unbeknownst to him, had been hiding a knowing smile behind her cup. “Sounds like love.” He did not correct her, though his cheeks coloured. “If you are serious about her, then I support you. I have always liked Y/N, and should her mother have questions I will handle it. Although, if she comes to you first, I cannot stop her.”

Loki winced. He had met your mother on a number of occasions, and the woman was quite fiery. “Of course.” His mother pat his hand, and they returned to their tea in silence.

“Oh,” Frigga stopped mid-sip, as though she had just remembered something. “And do not let me hear a whisperabout you getting that girl pregnant. I shall ring your ear if I do.”

Loki choked on his tea.

ooOOoo

“I told my mother about us today.”

You looked up at Loki from where your head lay on his shoulder. It was nighttime, and you were both at a performance put on by a traveling troupe that came to the palace every year. They were one of your favourites, the group, and you always attended their plays with your friends. Usually you would sit down below with the rest of your friends, but dating a prince came with many perks. One of them was that you got a private viewing box all to yourselves high above the rest of the crowd.

“Is she upset with me?” Worry creased your brow as you turned to face him on the sofa. You loved the queen and hoped your relationship with her unproclaimed favourite son would not be an issue.

Loki took your hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Quite the opposite. She was actually more concerned about if I was treating you well.”

“You always treat me well.” You kissed his lips softly, and he did not attempt to deepen the kiss.

“She also warned me against getting you pregnant,” Loki murmured against your mouth. You let out a snort.

“The queen can rest assured that we are very astute in the prevention area.” You laid your head on his chest again and reflected on your time with the prince. Allowing him to court you had not been half as difficult as you had expected. Loki was a master of trickery, which made it easy to hide your new relationship. It was not that you were against telling people, rather that you wanted his mother’s blessing before you announced it.

Eir had already noticed something had changed between you and the prince. The more time you spent with him meant less time with her, and though you could tell she wanted to ask, she had not. You were grateful that she did not ask. Things between you and Loki were new and exciting and you cherished the extra time you spent as you got to know him in a different light.

The past few weeks felt like a dream. You had known Loki was different with you but agreeing to court him had opened a new door entirely. He was no longer your teacher, but your partner, and it was evident in everything he did. Monogamy was a concept you never expected the prince to adhere to, and every day he did took more of the weight off your shoulders. Loki was yours, and yours alone, and you were his.

Even your sex life was out of this realm. Loki had already been good, but now he knew every inch of your body. He knew what you liked and how you liked it, your tell before you came and when you were aroused, and he utilized that information to the best of his ability. You noticed that he had been extra careful not to play any games or tease you when you two were being intimate. After your fallout from the dance, he seemed as though he was scared to push you too far, and you could not help but wonder if he was being properly satisfied.

“Loki?”

“Yes, petal?”

You hid you face in his chest. When you spoke, your voice was muffled. “Are you happy with our sex life?”

“Yes,” he answered, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Are you sure?” you squeaked. “Because you can tell me if not. I won’t be angry, I promise.”

Loki lifted your chin. His forehead was creased in concern. “Where is this coming from? Has someone said something to you?”

“No,” you blushed deep. “I mean, I know you finish, but I can’t help wondering if you’ve curbed your appetite for me.”

A dark brow lifted. “Meaning?”

“Meaning you like games.” Understanding dawned on him.

“There’s very little I haven’t done in bed, that’s correct,” he admitted. “I am a flexible creature by nature. It’s easy for me to adapt to what my lovers want, and I have developed a wide taste due to that.” He took your hand in his. “That does not mean I need to do those things. I am quite content deferring to your lead.”

“Okay,” you murmured. Your head hit his chest again. His hand was on your back, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. “Although… if you wanted to try something different, I would not be opposed.”

You felt Loki perk up. “Really?”

“Yeah…”. Your face was heated, and you knew your cheeks were crimson. “If it’s nothing too out there, I’d be willing to try.”

“Petal, look at me. Please.” Your eyes met his. A collective, raucous laugh rang out from the crowd below. “I would love to try something different with you, but first I need to know your limits. Tell me the things that are off the table. Things that you do not want to try under any circumstance.”

You thought for a bit. Sex was new territory for you, though you did have some friends who were quite experienced. They had told you of their many escapades and from that, you could pick a few things that did not interest you. “Spanking,” you murmured. “I don’t think I’d like that. Being tied up is another. Choking. Anything that would cause me pain, basically.”

Loki looked at you intently. He was taking what you said with an air of seriousness you did not expect. “Noted. I think I have something in mind you’d like.” His hands moved to your hips. “If I put up an illusion, would you like to try it here?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes drifting to the people around you. “No one would see us?”

“No one. I promise.” He placed his forehead against yours. There was not one hint of a joke in his green eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to give you a safe word. That is not what’s happening here. If you want me to stop, just tell me and I will. Understood?”

“Yes. I trust you.” He grinned, then kissed your forehead.

“Good girl. Stand up for me?” You did, and saw the telltale green line of seidr rise up around you. “Remove your underwear.” Your hands reached under you to tug on the material. Using a shifting motion, you shimmied them down until they were on the floor. Loki reached for you and pulled you closer. His seat was low, so his face sat level with your pelvis. He took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder.

“Loki!” You gasped when his mouth made contact with your core. A hand went to his head, fingers tangling in his hair. Your mouth fell open when you felt his hot tongue slide through your folds.

“So wet,” he murmured. “Always so wet for me. Like a fucking waterfall.” He leaned back then, letting your leg fall to the side. His hands went to his pants. In no time at all, he had his cock free and standing upright in front of you. “Turn around and lift your skirts.”

You bit your lip, turning to face the rest of the auditorium. No one could see you lift your skirts thanks to Loki’s spell. His hands were on your waist then, moving you towards his lap. You felt the head of his cock brush your folds and let out a surprised gasp.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” You looked down. He had one hand on his shaft, holding it to your entrance, and the other was at your hip. “You’re going to take a seat on my cock, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled. He guided you onto him with care. You had never been on top before. The head of him felt bigger at this angle, and you whimpered as your walls stretched to accommodate all of him. He was so deep in this position. You would not be surprised if he reached all the way to your cervix.

“Petal?” His lips were at your shoulder, placing kisses on the skin. “How do you feel?”

“Full,” you whimpered, and he chuckled. “You’re so big!”

“Thank you.” He kissed the back of your head. You rocked your head against his shoulder and waited for him to start moving. After a few seconds, you noticed he was sitting still.

“Loki…” you whined.

“Yes, petal?”

You shifted your hips, walls clenching around his cock. “Move, please.”

“Not yet, okay?” You whipped your head around to look at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Let’s just watch the play first.” Your mouth turned down. Loki took hold of your chin and returned your head to the stage below. “I’ll take care of you after, I promise. Try to relax.”

You tried to relax— you really did. Your pussy was clenching on his cock and there was a need burning within you, and yet still you attempted to pay attention to the play below. You had no idea what act they were even on. All your mind could focus on was Loki’s cock inside of you and how hard it was to keep from moving. The difficulty of this task ramped up when his nimble fingers untied the knot behind your neck and the top of your dress fell to your waist.

Loki’s hands went to your bare breasts, cupping and kneading the flesh in a way that made you squirm. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, making them impossibly hard. Your eyes closed with a moan. Within you or on you, Loki’s talented fingers knew no bounds. He kept up his motions until you were grinding your hips down on his cock.

“I told you to relax, petal,” he admonished. One of his arms wrapped around you to keep you still. The other went to your mouth, presenting two fingers to you. “Get these nice and wet for me, won’t you?” You parted your lips to allow them entrance. Once Loki was sure you had adequately wet them, he removed them. “Good girl.”

A cry left your lips when his fingers touched your throbbing clit. You tried to close your legs, but Loki was quicker. He grabbed your legs and threw them over either of his, then parted his own legs wide. Now you were spread out for him. With your dress bunched around your waist, breasts free and wet cunt on display, you were extra glad for his illusion. You just knew you looked like a whore moaning and writhing on his lap.

“Just a little longer, petal,” Loki whispered in your ear. He kissed the side of your face, cock twitching within you. “You’re doing so well for me.” You could hear the strain in his voice. His hand stayed around your waist, fingers toying with your clit at regular intervals. You jumped as a wave of pleasure rolled through you. He shushed you. “Try not to cum, okay? The play is almost over.”

There was no real danger of you finishing early. As well as Loki knew how to bring you to a gasping end, he knew how to keep you on edge. His fingers were not circling your clit at the correct intensity. They moved at a leisurely pace, keeping that tightness in your core but not allowing you to reach your end. Here, he could keep you teetering for as long as he desired.

Your fingers dug into his thighs. Your toes curled, nails scraping against the sofa. Loki pressed your clit and your back arched off him with a yell. Tears sprang to your eyes. You could not hold on anymore. You needed to cum, and you needed to cum now.

“Loki!” His name came out as a sob. “I can’t.” That seemed to flip a switch in him. You were off his cock in seconds and seated on the bannister. His hands were smoothing back your hair, lips pressing against your sweaty cheeks.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” he was saying. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you now. You did so well for me. Hold on to the railing.” Your hands gripped the golden bar behind you. He slid into you without delay and your head fell back. You could see the rest of the crowd behind you, up in the boxes around. All their attention was focused on the play.

You moaned when Loki began to thrust into you. His pace was faster than usual. He gripped your hips with a bruising force and rolled into you. You knew the little game had affected him too. It did not matter how experienced he was. You had heard the strain in his voice and felt his shaft jumping inside you the entire time you were on him.

Loki grabbed one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder. His other hand grasped the back of your head. He tugged on your hair, exposing your neck to an onslaught of kisses and nibbles. His hands moved to the railing behind you. A particularly hard thrust had your back hitting the railing. Shocked, you let go of it. Your upper body fell backward, and you screamed. “Loki!”

He grabbed you with one strong arm. His thrusting stopped, wide eyes running over your face. “Petal? Are you okay?”

You turned your head to look down at the crowd below. They were all still focused on the play. Not a single one of them had noticed your near fall. “Yeah.” Your heart raced in your chest. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Put your arms around my neck.” You obeyed. He lifted you off the bannister and sat back on the sofa, positioning your legs on either side of him. Gripping your hips, he began moving you in a rolling motion. “That should be better.”

“Hmhm.” You nodded. He felt different in you like this. It was slower, more intimate. You could feel every ridge of his cock massaging your walls with each thrust. He dipped his head to take your left nipple in his mouth and you moaned. Both your hands tangled in his hair, trapping his head in place against you.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. His lips found the valley between your breasts and gave it a kiss. “Use two fingers and play with clit for me.”

Touching yourself was not something you had done before. There were times when you had wanted to, but you were too shy to go through with it. Loki had tried to get you to do it for him once and you could not. You let two of your fingers travel down to your nub. Slowly, you started circling the bundle of nerves in a clockwise motion like you had seen him do. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.” Loki was just as breathless as you. His eyes zeroed in on your fingers below and darkened. “Fuck, you look so good.” He brought your head down so he could whisper in your ear. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” you whimpered. He ground his hips up into you, hitting a spot inside that you knew would make you come undone. “It feels good.” Loki grinned.

“You like playing with yourself?” You nodded. “Will you do it again for me sometime? Let me watch you play with yourself?” Red coloured your cheeks. “If I lay you back against my desk in the study, will you fuck your sweet cunt with your fingers until you cum all over yourself? Tell me, sweet thing.”

“Y-yes,” you whispered. “Anything you want.”

You felt Loki’s hand replace yours. He pressed his thumb against your nub and began that pace that always got you over the edge. “Good girl. Cum for me, now. Cum hard.” That was all the encouragement you needed. A few more circles had your walls clenching around him, fingers digging into his shoulders. Loki came not long after. He yelled out when his orgasm hit, grinding into you as you lay whimpering on his shoulder. Your entire body felt sweaty and spent. You let him ride out his high until his hips came to a stop.

“Petal?” You made an incoherent noise. Loki rubbed a hand up and down your back. “Are you okay?” You nodded. “Want me to take you to bed?” Another nod. “Okay.” You felt him fix your dress back in place.

“I can’t walk,” you whimpered. “My legs are shaking.”

Loki lifted you without a word. You heard the swoosh of a portal open, and then he stepped into his bedroom.

ooOOoo

Instead of taking you straight to bed, Loki took you into his bathroom first. As tired as you were, he knew you would feel better after a bath. You whined when he tried to put you in. He had long noticed that you were clingy after he had sex with you, and he loved it. You clung to his neck and would not let go, so he just got into the tub with you.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sliding you under the covers and tucking you in. You whimpered when his hands left you. “Stay.”

“I’m staying, my sweet.” He got in beside you and you curled up against him at once. His lips sought out your forehead, giving it a kiss. “I have to get up early in the morning for a meeting, but feel free to sleep in. No one will bother you here.”

You turned sleepy eyes on him. “Will you be gone long?”

“Expect me back before noon. We can have lunch together if you want.”

“Yes, please.” Your head nuzzled into his neck. You were silent for a long time, so he thought you had fallen asleep. Loki was just beginning to doze off when he heard your voice again. “Loki?”

“Yes, sweet thing?”

It was soft, what you said next. Had Loki’s hearing not been on a godly level, he might not have heard it, and though you succumbed to sleep right after, the mumbled words fell from your lips like a prayer. “I love you.”

You had never said that to him before. Alluded, sure, but never had the three words left your lips. Smiling to himself, Loki pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you too.”

END