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(*) contains smut

Estimated fic length will be around 32 Chapters

As of April 2026, this fic is paused. It will be completed, but it may not be until 2027.

Chapter 1- The Menace

Chapter 2- Unsettled

Chapter 3- New Challenges

Chapter 4- Before The Storm

Chapter 5*- A Mistake

Chapter 6- Follow The path

Chapter 7- Seeking Comfort

Chapter 8- Self Control

Chapter 9*- Detours

Chapter 10*- Changing Dynamics

Chapter 11*- The Desk

Chapter 12*- Denial

Chapter 13- Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 14*- Pushing The Limit

Chapter 15*- Date Night

Chapter 16*- The Menace Returns

Chapter 17*- House Tour

His lips claimed hers with an intensity that made her knees weak, and she heard herself giggle into his mouth as he reached behind to lock the door. Her body responded instantly to his touch, a rush of heat flooding her core as she pressed herself against the hardness of his body, pleased at his lack of a suit jacket today. 

Classical music played softly from his record player in the corner, the gentle melody a stark contrast to the urgency of their need to fuck each other. Vivaldi, Charlotte realized distantly, recognizing the piece. 

“I couldn’t focus during your lecture yesterday,” Charlotte admitted as Loki kissed her neck, and her hands slid up his chest to feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “All I could think about was this...”

“I noticed.” She could feel his arrogant smile against her skin. “Your cheeks flushed every time I looked your way. Did you think of my mouth on you? My tongue tasting your sweetness while you struggled to stay quiet?”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, dampening her panties more as her body prepared itself for him. “Yes,” she gasped, unable to lie. Her honesty was rewarded with another searing kiss and deep groan from him.

With practiced ease, Loki maneuvered her backward across the room, groping her ass as he pushed her towards his desk. She delightedly ran her palms down the expanse of his back, feeling the shift and play of his shoulders as he moved against her. 

Her lower back hit the wood of his desk, and he broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. His own were dark with desire, the blue nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils. A few strands of black curl fell across his forehead in a way that made him look younger, wilder.

“Now, kitten, I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you’re going to be quiet.”

Kitten?! The use of a nickname combined with filthy words caused Charlotte’s heart to hammer against her ribs. 

“Yes, sir,” she managed, her voice already trembling with anticipation. She was going to try her hardest to be quiet, but she knew it would be difficult.

His fingers deftly found the zipper of her skirt and drew it down with her panties in practiced ease. A gasp escaped her lips as her wet pussy was exposed to the cool air, and she smiled up at him. He returned her expression with a wicked smile, and she clenched her thighs together. 

Loki pulled the hem of her sweater, his touch leaving trails of heat against her skin as he slowly pushed the soft fabric upward. Unlike the quick disposal of her skirt, he took his time with this, savoring the gradual reveal of her body, a slow unveiling that heightened her anticipation. 

Charlotte stood before him in only her black lace bra, which she had deliberately chosen for today. She loved this one– the delicate fabric cupped her breasts, offering them up like a gift to him. Despite her heartbeat loudly drumming in her ears, a surge of pride swelled within her as his eyes darkened at the sight, his lips parting slightly in appreciation. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Charlotte felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, her body responding to his approval as much as to his touch. Loki easily removed her bra, the lace joining the growing pile of discarded clothing, leaving Charlotte completely bare before his hungry gaze. 

With a fluid motion, Loki lifted her onto his desk. She settled back, propping herself up on her elbows, a position that thrust her breasts forward in unconscious offering. Loki accepted the invitation without hesitation, his head bowing to her chest, his mouth finding her flesh with urgency. 

His lips and tongue moved messily across her skin as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue finding her nipple made her head fall back, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her. He licked and sucked with single-minded dedication, the suction creating a direct line of sensation from her breast to her aching cunt, where wetness pooled and gathered. 

One hand came up to cup and massage the breast not currently receiving attention from his mouth, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a pressure that balanced expertly on the edge between pleasure and pain. His thumb brushed across her nipple in teasing circles before pinching lightly, causing her hips to buck, her pussy clenching with need. 

A breathy gasp escaped her as he grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive peak, and Loki paused in his ministrations to look up at her, a warning clear in his expression. Charlotte bit her lip, nodding.

“Down,” he gently commanded as he pushed her chest down, her back slowly laying on the desk that had warmed under the sunlight. His stare traveled over her body with palpable heat– he looked at her as though she were a feast laid out for his pleasure, a delicacy to be savored and devoured. It made Charlotte want to simultaneously shrink and disappear and moan loudly like a wanton whore. 

Looking up at Loki as he stood between her spread legs, his usually perfect appearance had begun to fray at the edges– his hair loosening from its styled perfection, his cheeks flushed with desire, his breathing noticeably quicker. 

The afternoon light caught in his dark hair, highlighting strands that appeared almost blue-black in certain angles. His eyes, so often cool and distant, now burned with an intensity that stole her breath.  God how she wanted to see his body, his muscles rippling and tensing as he fucked her hard. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard length out, which sent a jolt of anticipation through her. 

Loki’s hands moved to her legs, grasping her calves with firm pressure and lifting them to rest on his clothed shoulders. He entered her in one swift thrust, his cock easily breaching her tight hole. 

“Oh god…” she gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface of his desk.

The sudden fullness, the delicious stretch of her body accommodating his impressive size, caused Charlotte’s eyes to widen and her back to arch off the desk. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from her as he filled her completely. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to how big he was. 

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed as he withdrew slightly, only to thrust forward again with deliberate precision. “Quiet,” he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper that somehow carried more authority than a shout. 

Charlotte felt her inner walls clench around him, a reflexive response to the exquisite pressure against that perfect spot inside her. Her eyes, unfocused, drifted to the tiled ceiling, and she wondered briefly if anyone walking in the hall could hear them, but the thought was quickly swept away by another precise thrust. Who fucking cares. 

“Such a dirty bitch,” he darkly chuckled as he began pounding into her rhythmically, the desk creaking slightly with each movement. “Laying here spread out for your professor. For me to fuck as I want…have my way with…” She bit back another moan as he fucked her hard and fast; he wasn’t going slow today. 

Loki’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his large palms cupping and massaging them. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, circling the sensitive peaks and pinching them.The dual stimulation– his cock filling her completely at this angle, his hands working her breasts– was almost too much to bear. Charlotte felt her eyes drift close, surrendering to the tide of pleasure washing over her, allowing herself to be carried away.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you,” Loki ordered, through harsh pants.

Her eyelids shot open immediately, her gaze meeting his. His eyes were wild, untamed, like those of an animal— it was so fucking hot. 

She watched his face as he fucked her, mesmerized by the intensity of his expression, the flush spreading across his cheekbones, the way his jaw clenched with effort. “You feel that, kitten?” he growled, his voice dropping even lower. “Feel how perfectly you take me? How your tight little cunt grips my cock like it was made for it?”

Charlotte nodded, unable to form words. She bit back another moan as Loki fucked her hard and fast, his rhythm unrelenting as the wet slaps of their flesh echoed around them. His hands trailed down over the taut plane of her stomach, fingers splaying wide. One hand moved to grip her hip while a thumb reached her clit, finding the swollen bud with precision and applying just the right pressure.

The sudden, additional stimulation caught Charlotte off guard, sending a pulse of such intense pleasure through her that she couldn’t contain the wanton cry that spilled from her lips. In an instant, Loki’s hand shot forward, covering her mouth firmly with his palm. 

“I thought I told you that you need to be quiet,” he spat, the words were delivered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight with the effort of maintaining his own control as his hips maintained their punishing rhythm.

Against his hot palm, Charlotte moaned again, the restriction only intensifying the pleasure coursing through her. There was something deeply erotic about being silenced this way, she was going to come any minute. Fuck. The scent of his skin filled her nostrils with each slutty pant.

Charlotte’s eyes remained locked with Loki’s, unable to look away even if she wanted to. His thumb moved more insistently against her clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, creating a perfect symphony of stimulation that had her climbing rapidly toward climax. Charlotte could feel the tension building, a coiling pressure that demanded release. Her inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a hiss of pleasure from between his teeth.

Loki shifted his weight forward, his body leaning over Charlotte’s as he braced a forearm on the desk beside her head. She cried out into his hand from the sensation– her legs still draped over his shoulders but now pressed closer to her chest, opening her even further to his relentless invasion. She felt split in half, the angle was brutal but exquisite. Her hands moved unconsciously to his arms, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. 

This new position shifted him deeper inside, and his thrusts became more insistent, more focused. Charlotte could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her with relentless precision, her body stretched around his thickness.

Loki’s face hovered inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin, his hand still firmly clamped over her mouth. The proximity was overwhelming– he surrounded her completely, his presence inescapable, his dominance absolute. He bared his teeth as he rammed into her, his expression feral. Sweat dampened his brow, causing inky strands to cling to his forehead. 

Sweat tickled her skin, gathering in the hollow of her throat and between her breasts, making her body slide against the desk with each powerful thrust. The intensity in her abdomen built rapidly, her muscles tightening as Loki’s cock abused her g-spot relentlessly. Each thrust seemed more powerful than the last, his rhythm becoming less controlled, more urgent. 

“You like this, don’t you?” Loki asked in between low grunts, his hand gently squeezed around her mouth. “Having to keep quiet while I fuck this tight little pussy of yours? The fear that if someone were to hear you, we’d be caught?” His filthy words made her tighten around him. She knew she should feel shame, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

A muffled “mmhmm” in agreement was all that Charlotte could muster, fighting her eyes from fluttering closed as the coil inside tightened. 

“And what if I tied you up?” he continued. “You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you, kitten? Bound and at my mercy, unable to move while I take my pleasure from you, while I explore every inch of this delicious body.”

She nodded as she looked into his wild blue eyes. She wanted him to tie her up, fuck her, use her, do anything he wanted to her. The muscles in her thighs tensed, and a sharp heat spread throughout her body.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. “Come for me, kitten. Let me feel you. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That pushed her over the edge. Charlotte’s orgasm ripped through her with devastating intensity, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her without mercy. The world dissolved around her as her eyes closed tightly, reality fragmenting into pure sensation– heat and pressure and ecstasy radiating from her core outward until even her fingertips tingled with it. Her muffled cries of ecstasy were swallowed by Loki’s palm as she convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, drawing him deeper into her body.

The rhythmic clenching of Charlotte’s cunt around him proved to be Loki’s undoing. Each pulse of her orgasm gripped his cock in exquisite pressure, a milking sensation that pushed him rapidly toward the edge. His rhythm faltered momentarily as the first wave of his own climax approached, his hips jerking forward in an unconscious bid to bury himself deeper within her welcoming heat.

Loki gave one final, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt within her as he came with a barely contained groan that reverberated through her chest.  His body trembled slightly as the waves of pleasure washed through him, his hips making small, unconscious movements that prolonged his release. Charlotte’s oversensitized flesh registered each tiny motion, each pulse of his cock inside her sending ripples of aftershock through her still-quivering body. Deep, ragged breaths filled her ears as his head fell next to hers, his loosened curls tickling her cheek.

Loki’s hand slipped from her mouth, and Charlotte gulped in air, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Her eyes slowly opened, the cream colored walls coming into her periphery as they remained joined, heartbeats slowing as they came down from their high.

To Charlotte’s surprise, a low chuckle escaped Loki’s lips, warm breath cascading over the damp skin of her shoulder. The vibration of his chest against hers sent delicate aftershocks through her still-sensitive body. She felt herself laugh in response, a breathless, intimate sound that bubbled up from somewhere deep and unguarded within her. Their quiet laughter mingled in the sunlit air between them while the soft classical music played in the background.

Loki adjusted his belt and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, watching as Charlotte collected her clothing off the floor with wobbly legs, still shyly covering her body with her hands when she could. 

He allowed himself to enjoy the view, appreciating how the late afternoon sun played across her body, catching the subtle sheen of sweat still visible on her skin. There was something particularly satisfying about watching her reassemble herself after he had so thoroughly taken her apart. His body hummed with a pleasant exhaustion, muscles loose and mind clear in a way that only ever followed particularly satisfying sex.

“Well, thanks, Loki. That was fun,” she said, her voice carrying that particular blend of satisfaction and awkwardness that followed their encounters. Loki watched as Charlotte pulled her panties back on. The thought of his cum pooling in between her thighs as she sat in her next class sent a new wave of heat through him. 

“Oh it was my pleasure, kitten. Although for someone who was instructed to be quiet, you weren’t particularly successful.” Loki gracefully walked to his tea cart, poured a glass of water, then took a seat on the couch.

A blush crept across her cheeks, but her lips curved into a smile as she focused on clasping her bra. “Maybe you should try harder to keep me quiet next time.”

“Is that a challenge, Miss Baker?,” he replied, enjoying the playful defiance in her expression. 

Her grin widened. “Maybe.”

“Well I would enjoy taking you up on that.” Loki raised his glass to her before savoring a sip of the cold water.

She snickered as she glanced at him while she smoothed out her sweater and attempted to tame her wavy brown hair. Norns she was cute. Loki felt a swell of amusement and maybe guilt? This young woman was putting herself back together after he had just bent her in half and fucked her ruthlessly– the least he could do was have a casual conversation with her. 

“Did you do your reading?,” he asked, immediately regretting his unintentionally professional tone. Of course she did.

“Of course I did, Professor,” she replied, winking at him as before she took a long drink from the water bottle she brought. 

“And what did you think?” 

“Well I thought it was really interesting and totally against what people– humans– thought about how you influenced Norse mythology.” He watched as she pulled out a small compact mirror and reapplied her rose-colored lipstick with practiced precision.

“But of course Dr. Folger would probably disagree,” she continued in an annoyed tone. “What’s his deal, anyway?” 

“Do you mean that terrible combover?,” he joked as she perched on the arm of the leather couch, her posture relaxing. It didn’t go unnoticed to him that she chose not to sit on the couch near him. 

“No, his deal with you. I mean, he basically said those of us in both classes have to ignore what we learn in yours. He just seems so...miserable?”

Loki considered her question, and looked down to the swirling water in his glass. “Well that is my fault, I’m afraid.” 

“Why?”

“Well, I exist,” Loki said with a slight shrug. “His entire career had been based on the myths around my family. When we first met, he was incredibly unwelcoming. And I wasn’t exactly forgiving, either. I may have… provoked…him on occasion.”

The memory made him wince internally. Folger had spent decades building theories about the psychological symbolism of the Loki myths, only to have the actual god appear and render his life’s work obsolete. Loki had even sent the man an annotated copy of his own published works with merciless critiques in the margins. 

“I get that his life changed– all of ours did when Thor came down here. But you’re Loki Laufeyson, with thousands of years of stories to tell. How incredibly fortunate as a scholar to have the actual source to talk to! I can’t believe he wouldn’t be excited about that!” He felt a beam of pride in her indignation on his behalf. Probably just post-sex hormones.

“Yes, well, I think he saw the reveal of our existence as a personal affront to his life’s work,” Loki explained, watching the play of emotions across her face. 

“Imagine dedicating decades to understanding something, building your reputation on your unique interpretation, only to discover that your fundamental assumptions were wrong. It’s not merely academic for someone like Folger. His identity, his sense of self, is deeply entwined with his expertise.”

Her brow furrowed in thought, creating a small line between her eyebrows. Why did that comment appear to bother her?

“For him, it was an existential crisis. If he was wrong about something so fundamental to his life’s work, what else might he be wrong about? What meaning does his contribution have if the very subject of his study contradicts his conclusions?”

Charlotte’s expression softened as she absorbed his explanation. “That actually makes me feel a little sorry for him,” she admitted, then quickly added, “But he’s still a terrible teacher.”

Loki laughed, “On that point, we are in complete agreement. And while I find Dr. Folger’s attitude irritating, it’s hardly the worst slight I’ve endured in my long existence. So I decided to hold back my opinions and life experiences around him, and he ignores me. He seems to appreciate that arrangement, and we have had no more quarrels.”

Charlotte studied him, her hazel eyes thoughtful. “You know, for someone who’s supposedly a cruel jerk, you can be surprisingly understanding…"

Loki felt a flare of discomfort in his chest. “Careful, kitten. Do I need to gag you with my tie?” he replied, pivoting his tone to a sexual nature.

“Promises, promises…,” she giggled softly as she hopped off of the couch, throwing him a flirty smile as she walked towards her bag. 

Surprised at her abrupt end to the conversation, Loki set his glass down and stood to escort her out of the room.

“Have a good weekend, Professor,” Charlotte said with a final warm glance as she reached for the door.  

“You, too, Miss Baker,” he responded with a nod. As the door closed behind her, Loki allowed himself a moment of reflection. She was going to be more trouble than he anticipated. And he was going to enjoy every minute. 

-> Chapter 12- Denial

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Yes, his fate could’ve been worse, but that didn’t stop the dread inside. The resentment that had simmered about Thor, that unshakable conviction of superiority over the mortals of Earth, now seemed like the remnants of a dream. His mind drifted in a haze of internal conflict, the sharp edges dulled by shame and the sting of powerlessness. The magic that had been an extension of his very essence was now gone; it left him exposed, raw in a way that pained him more than his physical wounds.

Loki could feel the cold emanating from Thor’s posture in the chair across from him. His brother’s presence was like a statue- immovable, severe- a stark contrast to the warmth that usually radiated from the God of Thunder. Not that it wasn’t warranted– Loki had just yesterday killed a dear friend of Thor’s and the Avengers, plus countless other civilians. 

“The Avengers and SHIELD want you to stay on the Eastern seaboard, so that they can easily keep an eye on you,” Thor’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and cool.

“Great, I’m homeless on this godforsaken planet and I will be under surveillance by those who could never understand our ways,” Loki muttered to himself in a bitter tone, sighing as his eyes focused on nothing in the grey skies out the window. 

“You know that Father was lenient. It’s only because of Mother that you were given this sentence, and not death,” he said, his tone more patronizing than Loki had ever heard it.

“And what of Thanos? Odin said nothing to the truths I laid out for him!,” Loki spat.

“Father will do what needs to be done. But you cannot deny your place in this scheme. What you have done. The lives you have taken in vain!,” Thor’s voice raised, echoing in the modern room. 

Loki didn’t respond, he was done discussing this again with his family. Instead, he sat with the weight of the situation he had found himself in. That he had put himself in. He could almost taste the tang of his own pride as it fought against this imposed humility.

Thor shifted in his chair, the leather creaking softly beneath his large build. He remained silent, the lines of his face taut with unresolved tension. The space between them was filled with the weight of yesterday’s tragedy, the lives lost lingering like specters in the air.

“Now we just have to find out what kind of Earth job suits you, and that Father would approve of,” he began, his voice echoing Odin’s edicts. “‘You must put in the work, help the Midgardians. And prove to them that we are not savages who have no regard for life on other realms.’”

The words hung between them, a gauntlet thrown at Loki’s feet. To labor among these mortals, to be judged by their standards and confined within their borders– this was his penance. 

“How could you make amends to the people of Midgard? Through the arts? Hmm…an actor? You are dramatic and love to lie. You could probably make a fortune doing that if you wanted,” his voice dripped with irritation as his eyes bore into Loki.

Loki let out an almost inaudible snort and rolled his eyes while he continued to try to ignore Thor’s anger. He had thought the lowest point in his life was his falling from the rainbow bridge. But this was more public– a loss for all of Earth to witness. The humans saw him as a monster, a being woven from darkness and chaos here to destroy their world- just as the Frost Giants of his bedtime stories. Maybe the accusations of his heritage were right. 

And yet, Thor was still helping him. A small pang of guilt surfaced– remorse for the lives lost, dreams shattered. Yes, they were mere mortals, but he had seen their courage, their capacity for love and sacrifice. In his heart, he knew what he had done was wrong. Even if there had been coercion, and magical forces, he had still committed atrocities. 

“Perhaps there is some way to channel this penchant for knowledge you possess. You do love to read books…what about a librarian?,” Thor suggested to Loki, his annoyance growing at Loki’s refusal to participate. 

Loki’s gaze snapped back to Thor, a flicker of irritation crossing his features, agitating the cuts on his face that mirrored his injured ego. “A librarian?,” he echoed, the word tasting like ash on his tongue. “You suggest I spend my days shuffling parchments and hushing children?”.

“An annoyance, I know,” Thor replied, the corners of his mouth threatening to curl into a smile. “But it would be an environment suited to your talents. And it may serve as penance of sorts.”

 “And how exactly will that ‘improve our relations with the people of Earth’?” he drawled, the imitation of Odin so spot-on it bordered on mockery.

Thor’s patience, hanging by a thread, finally snapped. He stood abruptly, the chair beneath him screeching in protest against the polished floor. Loki felt himself jump slightly, surprised at Thor’s sudden movement.

“Loki, you best try harder,” Thor barked, his tone sharp. “As I’m doing all of the work and I am sick of the sight of you. You need to help me find the answer so we can end this.”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken truths and the shadow of deeds that could not be undone. Loki felt the sting of Thor’s words deeper than he cared to admit. He truly was in a dark place, and his brother was ready to be rid of him. The pang hit unexpectedly, a sharp twinge that resonated somewhere deep within him– a place he rarely dared to explore. It was more than the sting of humiliation; it was a profound sense of loss.

“Thor,” he began, voice softer than he intended, “I know my actions have caused you pain.” The admission cost him, his pride chafing against the humility of the words.

Thor’s eyes snapped to him, searching, perhaps for a glimmer of the brother he once knew. Loki held that gaze, offering a silent pledge to try– he couldn’t erase all he’d done, but he could do this for him– help Thor with this decision. 

“Let us consider this... fate,” Loki replied sullenly.

“Very well. A healer? Or a Doctor, as they’re called on Earth,” Thor suggested, his voice infused with a forced optimism that clashed with the tension that gripped the room.

“What, and work with humans when they are their most disgusting? No thank you,” Loki replied, folding his arms over his chest. Thor ignored Loki’s response, and walked over to a bookcase, running his thick fingers over the binds.

“I’ve got it! A teacher!,” he exclaimed, the words tumbling out like a revelation as he turned around to look at Loki, a proud smile starting to form on his lips. 

Loki’s eyes met Thor’s in a glare, “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, you’d be perfect! You could teach humans about Asgard!” His voice carried a note of excitement.

“And since you won’t have your magic, you’ll be relatively…harmless,” Thor’s brow furrowed as he drifted off in thought for a moment, knowing that wasn’t entirely true. 

“I do not think I am the person to be teaching children,” Loki commented dryly. 

“No, not children– they study as adults here, as well. Think about it– you’re fulfilling Father’s order to give back. And you’re so knowledgeable. Plus you could hold court and be the center of the room’s attention– you’d love that!,” a sad smile pulled at the corner of his mouth wistfully. 

With a heavy sigh, Loki turned his gaze back to the window, where droplets of rain raced each other down the pane. Loki thought about this proposal, it was the best idea Thor had had. Loki couldn’t be bothered thinking about taking a Midgardian job– they all seemed terrible. But maybe this was the best option. He didn’t want to spend an extra minute here in this tower, in this city. He needed out. 

“Great,” Loki muttered under his breath, “a pedagogue to these Midgardians.” He could already picture their puzzled faces as he unraveled the threads of ancient lore. Despite his frustration with his brother’s suggestion, a part of Loki couldn’t help but appreciate the poetic irony of it all. 

Thor, however, seemed deflated, the lines of frustration etched upon his brow as he slumped back onto his chair, “Well, brother, I have tried. I don’t know what else to do, other than having SHIELD pick a job for you. And you probably would not like whatever that would entail.”

“Okay,” Loki said quietly with resignation as he felt the metaphorical door click on his new jail cell. His voice carried the faintest trace of defeat- or was it acceptance?- as his reality narrowed to the confines of this Midgardian existence.

Loki didn’t need to turn to know Thor’s eyes were upon him, searching for signs of sincerity or perhaps the glimmer of rebellion. “Thank you,” Loki murmured, almost too soft to hear over the drumming rain. “For your... persistence.” His admission hung between them like a delicate truce.

“Of course,” Thor responded, his tone carrying a hint of surprise. “You are my brother.”

Loki nodded, wrestling with the discomfort of his own vulnerability as he continued to look into the rain clouds outside of the window. 

Now.

The slight breeze pulled the recently fallen leaves across the dark pavement of the parking lot with a skitter. It was a cool day for August– a promise of what was to come in the New England fall. Charlotte sighed contentedly as she looked at the apron thrown in a haphazard pile in her passenger seat. 

Today marked her third shift at The Mudd Puddle, the quaint coffee shop that had quickly taken a spot in her routine. Nestled near the heart of the university, it was a sanctuary for over-caffeinated students and sleep-deprived professors alike. 

Charlotte had arrived early for her shift and lingered in the sanctuary of her car. With the windows down, she let the sounds of distant chatter and the rustling of trees fill the space around her, a white noise backdrop to her wandering thoughts. For a few moments, her mind drifted to the recent months that had led up to her sitting in this car, in this parking lot, far away from home. All of the studying, all of the hard work– it brought her here, to this moment.

While she could’ve taken a gap year after she graduated with her bachelor’s, or entered the workplace, she had decided to start her masters program immediately. She’d be the youngest in the program, a fact that filled her with a mix of pride and trepidation. But this was her dream, crystallizing into reality at this very university. This anthropology program was one of the best in the country, and there was also an added bonus: Asgardian History and Culture with Professor Laufeyson.

In fact, his class was the reason she was here. Her mind danced through a montage of moments spent hunched over her laptop, replaying the few interviews Loki Laufeyson had given. His voice, filtered through speakers, had been a siren call to her hunger for knowledge. 

Before she had arrived, Charlotte had envisioned the upcoming lectures– the gateways to worlds very few humans knew about. Loki Laufeyson, the handsome former God of Mischief turned professor, would be her guide through the tapestries of alien traditions and ancient stories. The very thought sent shivers down her spine.

Everything she had idealized for the former god as her teacher had come crashing down when her new boss, Kate, told her about how he really was. The reality being: Professor Laufeyson was a dick. And he was a repeat customer at the place she had coincidentally gotten a job at. 

“So, you know “Professor” Laufeyson, right? The asshole who invaded New York and the Avengers had to stop?,”  Kate had asked on Charlotte’s first day at The Mudd Puddle. Charlotte nodded, recalling how her heart skipped a beat at the mention of the name that had been echoing through her mind for months.

“Macchiatos are his thing, but he’s super particular,” Kate had continued, her brows knitting together in annoyance. “We called him the ‘macchiato menace’, and now he’s just the ‘menace’. He made one barista quit when he went off on her a couple of years ago.”

Charlotte remembered the shock that had bolted through her— the juxtaposition of her excitement over the lectures she yearned to attend and this unexpected revelation of his cruel nature.

“Really?” she had managed to say, trying to keep her voice light despite the unease coiling in her stomach. 

“Yeah, but don’t worry too much. Just...be precise with his drinks, okay?,” Kate nodded reassuringly. 

“Got it,” Charlotte had replied, more to herself than to Kate, not ready to tell her she would be in his class in a few weeks.

Now, sitting alone with the echo of that conversation playing in her mind, she refused to get worried over something that hadn’t happened yet. Who knows, maybe he would be nice to her? 

Charlotte was thankful that at the very least she had decent people to work with.  Her co-workers had been mostly friendly, and she had been enjoying the training with the owner of the shop, Kate. Kate was an amazing barista, and had even competed and won awards in her field. She was also a great boss, who was reasonable and level headed– something you didn’t always get in the restaurant industry. 

An alarm went off on her phone, signaling to her it was time to head into the coffee shop. With a smile on her face, Charlotte pulled her chestnut colored hair into a ponytail and grabbed her apron, making her way inside. As she entered the small cafe, she was surprised to see how busy it was as she pushed past the crowd. Kate greeted her with a relieved face, “Boy am I glad to see you! Che called off, so it’s just you and me until relief comes at noon!”.

“Alright, let’s do this!,” Charlotte replied, her tone cheerful and determined despite the rush. She tied her apron strings with nimble fingers and joined Kate, ready to tackle the wave of customers.

This shift had been particularly difficult, and nothing like her first weeks here. While Charlotte tackled the register, the crowd got busier and ruder. It was back to school season, and the bustling crowd had become impatient this morning. A forced smile had quickly plastered on her face as she treated each customer like they were her favorite just as Kate had taught her. An hour flew by in what felt like minutes. 

Charlotte’s fingers danced across the register keys with a deftness while the coffee shop buzzed, each customer’s voice stacking atop another in a cacophony of demands. The queue snaked out the door, a relentless stream feeding people into the cramped space. Yet, somewhere amidst the bustle, Charlotte managed a smile and found solace in the rhythm; take an order, give a muffin, smile, repeat.

“Hey, Char, can you grab another box of chai tea bags from the back?,” Kate’s voice cut through the commotion, her tattooed arms flexing as she steamed milk with precision. 

“Got it, Kate,” Charlotte replied, darting to the storage room and back with a nimbleness that surprised even her. She was learning, adapting, and the curveballs thrown by the crowd were no longer daunting.

“Thank you! Have a great day!,” she chimed to another satisfied customer. Today’s shift would not defeat her.

The atmosphere subtly shifted, like the hush that falls over an audience before the curtains rise. A tall figure materialized at the back of the line, his presence alone a silent command for attention. Whispers began to weave through the throng of people. Younger students craned their necks, some daring to giggle and point as they turned on their heels to catch a glimpse of the newcomer.

Charlotte’s breath caught as he began to move, the crowd parting with reluctant awe. He strode forward with an air of entitlement and grace, bypassing the waiting patrons. She felt herself stiffen, the surprise etching itself across her expressive features as  Professor Laufeyson approached, cutting through the line to stand before her.

“Excuse me! There’s a line!” someone called out, their protest feeble against his confident advance. The professor ignored it.

Charlotte found herself tempering her expectations about Professor Laufeyson as he stepped up towards the counter, towering over her in a finely tailored black suit and a placid look on his face. Should she tell him she’ll be seeing him next week? That she couldn’t wait to start his class? No, that’d be a weird thing to do. It’d be better to act like she doesn’t know who he is.

She couldn’t believe how handsome he was in real life. Like, stunningly so. She was not prepared for that. Sunlight from the window caught the angles of his face, casting light and shadow over the high plains of his cheekbones. His hair, the color of a raven’s wing, was pulled behind his ears; shorter than she’d seen it before. It suited him. The sexy curls of his hair framed his jawline, and danced above the lapel of his suit, which hugged his form with the precision only bespoke tailoring could afford. His appearance in the humdrum coffee shop seemed out of place. 

“Good morning,” her cheerful voice clung to the professionalism that had served her well throughout the morning rush.

Keep it together, she mentally chastised herself for the nervous flutter in her stomach. Her fingers betrayed her composure with a slight tremble, an involuntary reaction to the man who now demanded her attention.

“Good morning,” Professor Laufeyson gently smiled, his blue eyes nearly sparkling. 

“What can I get you?,” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“I’d like a macchiato, please,” he calmly requested, his eyes holding hers for a fraction longer than necessary.

She replied, “Sure thing!,” and put in his order, trying to focus on acting like this was no big deal. He paid in silence, his attention turning towards the crowd behind him with a smile. With the transaction complete, Professor Laufeyson acknowledged Charlotte with a nod and then turned and strolled towards the serving area where his order would soon appear.

That wasn’t so bad. He seemed to be in a good mood. 

Charlotte watched him go, admiring the confident set of his shoulders, the effortless way he navigated the bustling space. As he disappeared from her line of sight, Charlotte exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her pulse still raced, but she found solace in the small victory of having handled their interaction with outward poise. 

“Excuse me, hello?,” a voice jolted her back to the present, and she turned to face the new wave of customers.

“Good morning!,” Her self assuredness returned in full force as she greeted the fresh-faced group before her– a gaggle of freshmen flanked by their equally eager parents. They crowded around the counter, bright-eyed and buzzing.The order was very complicated, and she struggled to take everything right. Double shots, extra shots, no foams, the ticket for the 6 drinks was ridiculous. 

Charlotte’s hands hovered over the register, her fingers fumbling as she tried to focus on the screen in front of her. Her concentration was tested by the crowd’s discussion of Professor Laufeyson, who stood casually at the pickup counter,  reading his phone. 

“Isn’t that Thor’s brother?,” someone murmured, a ripple of excitement passing through the crowd.

“Looks way younger than I thought,” another voice joined in, edged with a mix of surprise and admiration.

“I can’t believe the school lets a terrorist teach a class,” an older man gruffly commented.

“Well, if the Avengers approved it, I’m sure it’s fine. He’s been teaching here for years, and nothing’s happened,” a father in the group contributed with self assured authority. 

Charlotte hit the wrong button, then another, and with a sigh, deleted the drink from the order for the third time. She could feel her cheeks flush warmly with a blend of embarrassment and frustration.

“Sorry,” she mumbled more to herself more than anyone else, re-entering the details yet again. She could feel the impatience growing in the line as she nodded thanks, looking towards the next in line.

The next order was also a group– more complicated requests, and it took Charlotte three tries to ring them up correctly. Doesn’t anyone just order regular coffee anymore??, she thought to herself. 

Kate, usually easy going, was now a portrait of strained patience, her arms moving in a blur as she crafted drinks as quickly as possible. “Damn it,” Kate exhaled, the sound barely audible over the grind of coffee beans and the hiss of steam wands. Charlotte glanced at the clock: thirty minutes before help was to arrive. 

They were officially in the weeds, and Charlotte was still new, so she didn’t know how to help Kate make the orders she had just taken. 

Three teenagers walked up, one of them with Instagram open and a picture of a coffee drink. She knew they were about to order some random concoction that had become viral. Just what she and Kate needed. 

Panic started to creep in, as the front door bell went off again, and Charlotte saw the line now going out the front door. She felt her chest tighten as she tried to concentrate on the customers, and ignore the eyerolls in the back of the line. 

“Can you add an extra shot to that latte?,” asked an annoyed man in a crumpled suit, phone wedged between shoulder and ear.

CRASH. Charlotte jumped as her head turned towards the sound of the calamity, and saw Kate had dropped a mug on the floor, sending porcelain shattering everywhere. The crowd quieted for a moment. Charlotte told the next couple in line to hold on a moment as she checked on the mess.

She took the brief moment to take a deep breath as she walked over to Kate. “Is there anything I can help you with?,” she asked hopefully, while Kate pulled blonde strands of hair behind her ear and reached for the broom and began to sweep up her mess. 

“Keep the line moving, Char. I’ve got this,” she reassured her. 

“Ummm excuse me- I ordered oat milk- this tastes like regular milk,” a young teenage boy no older than thirteen claimed with a condescending tone to Kate from the pick up counter.

Charlotte wanted to reach over the counter and smack him– she knew Kate wouldn’t have made a mistake like that. This morning was getting more intense by the minute, and the last thing she wanted to deal with was assholes. As the boy tapped his foot impatiently, a surge of protectiveness washed over Charlotte. Her cheerful facade wavered, the edges of her smile hardening into something less inviting.

“Oh, it’s oat milk,” Kate replied with a sickeningly sweet tone as she bent over and picked up the big shards on the floor, not looking at him.

“Shit!,” she muttered under her breath as she stood up to look at Charlotte. 

Charlotte saw the red seeping out of Kate’s finger, a cut from a piece of porcelain. Kate dumped the last of the mess into the trash, and shot Charlotte a “Can you fucking believe this??” look. She wrapped her cut finger in a paper towel.

“Can you just redo it? It tastes funny,” the teen replied to anyone who would listen, rolling his eyes. 

“Of course, dear, I just need to go clean myself up first,” Kate walked up to Charlotte, lowering her voice. 

“I’m going to tell the people at the register it’s going to be a few minutes, and try to calm them down before they start flipping their shit. Can you make that little asshole’s cappuccino? Oat milk,” she sarcastically saluted Charlotte. 

“Uh– yea, I can try,” Charlotte nodded, heading to the cappuccino machine.

Out of her periphery, she saw Professor Laufeyson walk up to the counter, standing next to the teenage boy. She shook her head, dreading what could possibly happen next. 

Charlotte completed the drink and delivered the coffee to the teen, “OAT. MILK.,” she enunciated, forcing a smile as much as she could, but she was sure appeared more like a sneer.

Then came the voice, deep and unamused, slicing through the coffee shop chatter like a blade, “This macchiato is not up to acceptable standards.”

Charlotte looked to her new teacher and saw a look of disapproval on his perfect face and tried to bring herself to smile at him, but she wasn’t sure if she was pulling it off. 

“Yea we’ll get to it in a minute, the line’s backed up, and–”, Charlotte tried to placate him while internally she felt like she might snap. This shift had been too much, and dealing with “The Menace” was the last thing she wanted. Her fascination with him from his arrival quickly vanished, and annoyance began to set in. 

“I do not have time. You will remake mine now, as I was here first.” His tone grew more stern, and his brows furrowed.

“Yes, sir, I get it, but we’re understaffed and I’m new. We’re trying.” She tried to hide her irritated tone unsuccessfully as she looked around at the chaos unfolding in the entryway. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks, the frustration and embarrassment of not being able to do her job getting to her. She hated feeling like this. 

“Trying? Well that’s not good enough, is it?,” he shot back at her, setting his cup down on the counter with emphasis. 

If there was one thing that really bothered her, it was treating service workers like shit. Charlotte’s heart pounded a furious rhythm. His words were a slap to her pride, a dismissal of her efforts. She felt herself snap.

“Look- I don’t know how to make one,” she could feel her blood pressure rise with anger as her voice raised and she met his steely blue eyes with a glare, the professor’s haughty attitude getting under her skin. 

“Hey- are we going to get some help down here??,” a man at the register yelled down to Charlotte. She looked back over to see the line of customers looking mad, some throwing their arms up in the air.  

“You’re just going to have to wait, like everyone else,” Charlotte said to her professor, venom appearing in her tone more than she had planned as she gestured to the situation unraveling around them. 

“Excuse me?? Do you know who I am?,” Loki’s eyes narrowed as he stared down at the small woman, stepping closer. 

“Yes I do, and like I said, I literally don’t know how to make your damn drink, so you’re just going to have to wait!!,” her raised voice cutting through the air, sharp and reckless, as her hands curled into fists at her sides. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, a battle drum urging her on.

Professor Laufeyson’s face was a canvas of barely restrained fury, his eyes darkening like storm clouds over an ocean. His stature loomed, a tower of indignation. Charlotte could feel every eye upon them, and her chest tightened with a cocktail of rage and mortification as she tried to ignore it.

The look in his eyes grew meaner. “You’re incredibly disrespectful for someone who can’t even make a simple coffee at her coffee shop job!” Professor Laufeyson snapped, his voice now threatening. 

Is this the part where I'm supposed to cower? Fuck that!

The corners of her mind whispered defiance, but aloud, nothing came– only the sound of her own breath, ragged and quick.

“Heeyyyy….,” Kate’s melodious voice interrupted the tension between them as she quickly sidled up to Charlotte.

“Finally, someone competent. You will re-make my macchiato, and this time, you will be less heavy handed with the milk,” he demanded, his focus shifting to Kate. 

“Absolutely, Professor. I’ll get on that right now,” Kate’s hand gently pressed against Charlotte’s back, pushing her away from impending disaster.

“Girl, what are you doing? He’s not the one to mess with,” she whispered as she ushered Charlotte away from Laufeyson. 

Charlotte turned quickly, plastering on a sweet smile again for the irritated man at the register. She could feel her hand shaking as she rang him up, her mind racing about what had just transpired. Even though this customer was also an asshole, he only annoyed her. Professor Laufeyson’s attitude and entitlement genuinely made her want to fight. 

As her Professor, finally satisfied, left the cafe without a look in her direction, Charlotte knew one thing for certain: she was not looking forward to class with him next week. 

Loki, irritated about the incident at the coffee shop, loudly slammed the door to his office. The insolence. He shook his head as he thought about the young woman who dared to give him attitude. He couldn’t believe the audacity of such a simple human brashly arguing with him like that in the coffee shop he had been frequenting since he’d moved here. Loki huffed, trying to push her out of his mind as he sank into the large brown chesterfield couch in his office. 

He sat quietly for a moment, refocusing his attention on his surroundings. Naturally, he had been able to get himself the best office on campus. After thousands of years, humans were still easily manipulated into giving him what he wanted. His office was tucked away in the library building, where it was quiet. It was also huge, with large windows overlooking the south quad. Loki hated to admit that the view was gorgeous, and that he had started to get attached to this space. This had become his sanctuary when he was on campus. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his head rested on the back of the couch. 

Five years down. They had been the longest in his life. And he still had no idea how much longer he’d be here. Twenty years? Fifty years? While the time should go quickly for the former god, the days were feeling longer, and a sense of restlessness had taken hold of him. 

He would’ve preferred jail to this. He could just sit and read. Instead, he was made to get a job. Like a peasant. Odin knew exactly what he was doing when he delivered this punishment.

On top of the mundane life that Loki now led, he felt bound up not being able to use his magic. It was as if someone had tied his arms behind his back– the feeling of the phantoms of magic tingling his fingertips, never to truly form. Yes, he still knew his spells. He still had the innate knowledge of a divine magic user– but Odin had stripped him of the ability to use it. It was as useless to him as it was to mortals. 

A new fear had begun to creep into the back of his mind over the past few months– that he would never have his magic returned. That he may remain mortal forever. That fear was the worst that plagued Loki, and he pushed it away to the farthest reaches of his mind, locked tight in a box he tried to ignore. 

His dreams of late had taken him to previous battles, or chaotic cosmic events where he was able to truly be himself. But the reality of his life now was that there was no excitement, no thrills that satisfied him. 

He had tried to fill this void when he first arrived by partying and fucking nearly half the city. Debauchery had been a great distraction, but that enthusiasm waned over time. Then he started joining dojos and trying to get accepted into local weapons clubs. He was quickly kicked out of all of them– mortal men do not like being shown up by a 1200 year old former god. And Loki wasn’t challenged, it was just too easy. He briefly missed Thor– he was a formidable opponent to spar with. 

Whenever Thor was on Earth, he would text Loki, reaching out to check in. Loki ignored those texts. It was bad enough that the Avengers would sometimes send someone to check in on him, showing up nonchalantly and disrupting his class. It was a reminder that he was in prison, and they were his jailors. Loki sneered a look of disgust thinking about their patronizing attitude. Everyone– Thor, the Avengers, SHIELD– was waiting to see him fuck up. Make one mistake, then he’s done. Odin would have no qualms with bringing Loki’s life to an unceremonious end. 

But Loki had stayed here this long, and one day, he’ll be out of here. He just needed to ignore this new, clawing feeling of agitation that had begun to grow in the last couple of months. 

Loki had also changed a small amount since he had been banished here, and he knew it. Softened. He had even begun to enjoy some of the student’s conversations last year. So maybe the growing feeling of unease was because he knew he was changing? Or was it the mischief– calling to him, urging him to cause disruption again? He had walked the straight and narrow for years…it was exhausting fighting against his own nature constantly. And boring. 

He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he relaxed in the warm yellow glow of the room, picking up the class roster and reviewing the list of names. Twenty five students, full class again. At least half of them would be gone by the end of the semester. They normally started off the year excited, asking him a bunch of inane questions in the beginning (this year he was going to start the first class with an FAQ to get those out of the way). 

But once they saw how rigorous the class was, and learned about Loki’s high standards, most dropped the class. Last year he was lucky to have a few very enthusiastic students who seemed genuinely interested in Asgard. It was often a mix of students who just wanted to brag about being there, those who were trying to fuck him (or trying to fuck Thor somehow), or lazy students who were taking the class because their parents made them. 

Loki stood and walked over to his record player, pulling out a favorite recording of Caprices of Paginini, and put it on, sighing. He stepped over to his large mahogany desk and opened his laptop for the first time since school had let out in May. 

He had spent the summer as he did every year on Midgard– exploring the far reaches of the planet. He figured that if he was stuck here, he may as well approach this realm with scholarly zeal. The planet had pleasantly surprised him in its range of biomes, cultures, sights, and foods. Somewhere along the line, Loki began to appreciate parts of living on Earth. He wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but there were some things he truly enjoyed that humans had produced. 

He spent a few minutes reviewing his emails, nothing of much importance that he had to respond to. They wanted him to do another speaker night, of course. That was a big donor night. And the librarian, Ms. Warren, who had a very obvious crush on him, informed him of the new literature they had stocked for the year. Nothing interesting there.

Loki unceremoniously closed the computer, bored with its contents. His thoughts drifted again to the young woman in the coffee shop, spitting attitude and disrespect towards him. He felt his irritation building back in his chest. She was a nobody, and she dared to speak to him like that. Why did it bother him so much?

-> Chapter 2

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The city museum they went to had been small but exquisite, housing a surprising collection of impressionist and pop art works. After the museum, they’d wandered into a bookstore – the kind with creaking wooden floors and shelves that reached to the ceiling. Loki had been all over her– pushing her up against the shelves and grinding his hardon into her hip while he whispered dirty things in her ear. It had been a delicious torture– every touch had been calculated, designed to leave her in this state: happy, comfortable, and simmering with need.

The day had been absolutely perfect. 

Well, except for his driving, which was absolutely horrifying. She had made him promise to drive the speed limit, and he had reluctantly obliged. 

“What has you so pleased with yourself, Miss Baker?,” Loki asked, his eyes flicking from the road to her face and back again.

“I didn’t expect to have such a good time today.”

“So you anticipated boredom in my company?” Loki raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. 

Charlotte giggled, “No! No, I liked it. I liked being with you out in public. And seeing you more relaxed, watching you get excited about things. Your eyes get this look when you’re genuinely interested in something….it’s cute.”

“Cute, hm?” Loki’s lip curled into a small smile.

Charlotte took a steadying breath as she looked out at the blurring trees in the passenger side window. She had to ask him. The thought had been on her mind all day, as he walked her through the world together, like a couple. Would it be too pushy? Too much to ask? Maybe. But she had to. 

Her focus shifted back to the handsome man driving the perfectly pristine car.

 “So... we’re dating, right? Like, I can call you my boyfriend?” 

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and his eyes glanced at hers. “Boyfriend? Who exactly are you planning to use that term with?”

Charlotte fidgeted with the strap of her purse. “Well, my friend Michelle at least. I told her I was sleeping with a professor, but she doesn't know it’s you, though. I made up someone.” 

“Lying again, Miss Baker? Tsk tsk. You’re really getting adept at that.” He was obviously pleased.

“Because of you!” she lightly swatted his arm. “Before I met you, I was a paragon of honesty and virtue.” 

“I have that effect on people,” he replied, not bothering to disguise the pride in his voice. “So what do you talk about with Michelle?”

“Oh... well, you know, that you’re basically a sex god, and I’ve never had it as good with anyone until you.”

The car slowed as they approached a red light. 

“Really? Is that so?” Loki’s hand wandered to her knee, his touch light but deliberate. He didn’t take his eyes off of the road. 

“Loki, I come harder with you than I ever have with anyone,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper as the heat in her cheeks rose. “It’s just...you’re something else.”

He squeezed her thigh, his hand running closer to the warmth in between them. “Yes, I know exactly how to touch you, where to touch you. Don’t I, Kitten?” Loki bragged, his voice a velvet rumble that vibrated through her. 

His fingers moved higher, teasing the seam of her leggings, and Charlotte felt herself melting into the seat. Her brain began to short circuit with arousal, heat building under the collar of her flannel shirt.

The light turned green, and without warning, Loki removed his hand.

He smirked, accelerating smoothly, as if nothing had happened. Charlotte blinked, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. The abrupt shift left her frustrated, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire. 

Charlotte rolled her eyes, “You’re avoiding the question, Loki.”  

He sighed dramatically. “Do we have to categorize our arrangement?”

“We’re not seeing other people, you’re taking me on dates. I think that classifies you as my boyfriend.” She drew out the last word teasingly. 

Loki winced slightly. “That term seems woefully inadequate for a being of my stature. ‘Divine consort’ would be more fitting.”

An uncontrollable snort erupted from Charlotte with amusement. “I am absolutely not referring to you as my ‘divine consort’!”

“Fine. I suppose if it simplifies matters for you, I can endure being referred to as your... boyfriend.” He said the word with such distaste that Charlotte had to stifle another laugh.

“You’re so generous,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Indeed. My benevolence knows no bounds.” He pulled the car into an empty spot of a quiet parking lot and cut the engine. 

“Now, are you absolutely certain you want to cook? We could just as easily order in.”

“I promise it won’t be terrible, Loki.” Charlotte unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the small car, immediately enveloped by cool autumn air.   

Loki rounded the car to meet her, “Alright, then. I guess I have to trust you.” He didn’t sound entirely convinced. “But I’m picking something out for dessert.”

“You really like your desserts, don’t you? I think someone has a sweet tooth,” she teased. 

His hand moved to her hip, then lower, squeezing her ass gently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shook her head, unable to suppress her smile. “Well, I have a really good recipe for  chocolate chip cookies – will that satisfy you?”

“I’m never satisfied,” he said, stopping her with a hand on her arm. In one fluid motion, he pulled her closer, bending to capture her lips in a kiss. When he pulled back, Charlotte blinked up at him, momentarily forgetting they were standing in a parking lot.

“But yes,” he added with a grin, “cookies will suffice.”

“So, how many bedrooms?” Charlotte asked as Loki methodically arranged their groceries into his cabinets. 

“Eleven bedrooms. And seven other living spaces, excluding bathrooms and storage.”

“Wow…so have you had any crazy parties or anything here?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” He closed a cabinet door with a gentle click. “Just a few cocktail parties for our department.” His lips curved into a slight smile, and Charlotte couldn’t help but imagine him playing host, likely enjoying the power dynamics in having colleagues in his personal domain.

“Hm, interesting, very interesting.” She deliberately adopted the tone of a psychologist making notes about a patient, tapping her finger against her chin.

Loki’s eyes narrowed slightly, picking up on her teasing. “Oh yes? Why is that?” He placed the last of the groceries away, giving her his full attention now.

“Well, why would you pick such a gigantic house just for yourself?”

He approached her with deliberate steps, “Are you trying to analyze me, Miss Baker?” His hands found her hips and pulled her toward him. A warmth spread through her body again at his casual physical contact. 

“Maybe just a little.”

Loki shook his head, the gesture both admonishing and fond. He reached up, threading his fingers through her hair. She felt a dull ache at the base of her head as he gently tugged at the strands while he bent her backwards onto his arm. His strength never stopped surprising her– not the raw power itself, but how controlled it always was, how deliberately he wielded it. Screw the house tour, she wanted him to fuck her right now. 

“I don’t see a recording device,” he murmured, his breath warm against the skin of her neck. “I’m not sure I have to answer your prying questions.” He slowly ran his nose up her throat, inhaling her scent in a way that gave her goosebumps. Charlotte’s head was swirling again, the position and his body making her dizzy. 

“I…I’m not asking for research,” she managed to say. “I just want to know, Loki. I’m asking as your girlfriend.”

His movements stilled. He stopped nuzzling her neck, his eyes raising to meet hers. She felt heat rising inside of her, the ache in her pussy pulsed as a sly grin pulled at his lips. 

“Girlfriend, hm?” 

“Yea, if you’re my boyfriend, I’m your girlfriend…”

Crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes as he smiled devilishly. “Mm not just girlfriend…” He lowered his head back to her neck, and dragged his teeth lightly along the sensitive skin. A small gasp escaped her lips. She could feel his cock now, hard against her hip as he gently thrust against her. Her eyes closed as her instinct to fuck took over, her body responding to his with eagerness. 

Within a moment, just as heat was pooling low in her belly and her fingers were reaching to pull him closer, she felt herself jolted upright, and the warmth of Loki’s body vanished from against her. Her eyes opened, confusion and frustration mixing. “Wha-?”

Loki stood a few feet away now, looking completely composed. “Well hurry up now, before the sun sets.” His voice was light, teasing, as if he hadn’t just been moments away from taking her against the kitchen island. 

All fucking day he had been doing this to her. Torture.

She let out a huff as she stood there, watching him leave the kitchen in long, confident strides. Charlotte ran her hands down her shirt, smoothing the fabric that had bunched up during their embrace, and tried to regain her equilibrium. Her pulse still raced, her body still craved his touch, but she forced herself to follow him. Asshole.

“You’re such a tease,” she called after him, trying to sound annoyed rather than desperately turned on.

“The anticipation makes the reward more intense,” he replied without looking back, though she could hear the smile in his voice. 

He led her into a large living room, complete with a large fireplace dominating one wall, its mantelpiece carved from what appeared to be a single piece of dark stone. Above it hung what Charlotte recognized as ancient weaponry. Expensive, comfortable-looking furniture was arranged to encourage both conversation and contemplation of the view through tall windows that looked out onto manicured grounds and woods.

“And to answer your question: I realize it’s excessive, but I find I prefer space around me.” Loki gestured broadly, taking in the room with a sweep of his arm. 

“Ah...so is that why you chose this giant house? Because it reminds you of home?”

He turned to look at her and for a moment, and she thought he might deflect again. But something in his expression shifted, and became more contemplative.

“Perhaps. Asgard’s palace was...vast. Endless corridors, rooms within rooms, spaces that existed without practical purpose…” A slight smile touched his lips, there and gone in an instant. “There is comfort in the familiar, even when one’s relationship with that familiarity is... complicated.”

He stepped over to a wall that had a large parchment on display. Charlotte followed, drawn both by the artifact and by Loki’s rare moment of openness. The parchment appeared to be a map, but the lettering was in a script she couldn’t recognize.

Charlotte realized she had viewed this mansion as Loki’s display of wealth and power. The possibility that it represented something deeper– a connection to a home he could no longer access, a replication of childhood spaces– had not occurred to her.

“Do you miss it?” she asked softly as she stood next to him. “Asgard?”

“I miss what it could have been…perhaps more than what it was.” Then, as if he had revealed too much, his body straightened. “Anyways, shall we continue?”

And with that, he was closed off again. Not only was interviewing him about his life was going to be difficult, but worry crept into her mind. Would he ever trust her enough to let her see beyond these fleeting glimpses? She dismissed the thought, focusing on the moment. For now, she would take what he offered, just as she had since the beginning. 

The hallways extended in multiple directions, lined with art pieces that spanned cultures and centuries. Charlotte suspected some might belong in museums, but knew better than to ask if he should have them. He showed her multiple rooms, guiding her through them like a casual museum guide: his nonchalance sometimes slipping into obvious pride. He was so cute when he was playing host.

Loki guided her down another small corridor, which was lined with framed sheet music, some looking like original compositions. She wanted to stop and examine each one, but he was already opening another set of doors.

The music room was circular, and in the center stood a grand piano– a black Steinway that gleamed like liquid darkness. It was absolutely gorgeous.  

Charlotte couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she immediately approached it, her fingers itching to touch the keys. “Do you play?,” she asked. 

“Several instruments, though none with particular virtuosity,” Loki admitted. “I’ve had centuries to dabble, after all.”

Charlotte circled the piano, admiring its craftsmanship. “This is beautiful. Is it old?”

“Made in the 1920s, I believe.” Loki watched her with evident curiosity. “Do you play, Charlotte?”

She nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “I took lessons for about ten years. Started when I was six.”

“Would you?” He gestured toward the bench.

Charlotte hesitated. She couldn’t remember how long it’d been since she touched a piano. Eight years maybe? But something about this room, the fading light, and Loki’s expectant gaze made her settle onto the bench.

The keys felt cool beneath her fingertips as she placed her hands in position. She began with a simple warm-up, scales that quickly reminded her muscles of forgotten patterns. Then, without conscious decision, she flowed into “Clair de Lune.” The piece had always felt comforting to her, and her body remembered it even as her mind struggled to recall each note.

As she played, Charlotte forgot where she was, lost in the familiar rises and falls of the music. Her posture straightened naturally, head tilting slightly as she navigated a particularly delicate passage. The piano responded beautifully, each note pristine and resonant in the perfect acoustics of the room.

When she finished, she looked up to find Loki leaning against the piano, a gentle smile on his face. “You’ve been holding out on me, Miss Baker,” he said softly. “That was exquisite.”

Charlotte felt warmth spread across her cheeks as she looked back down. “It’s been a while. I’m rusty.”

“If that’s rusty, I’d be interested to hear you at your best. Why did you stop playing?”

She shrugged, running her fingers lightly over the keys without pressing them. “Life, I guess. I was more interested in live shows with friends in high school. Then I got busy in college, then grad school happened, and…” She trailed off. “Sometimes I miss it. The way it feels to get lost in a piece.”

Charlotte played a soft chord, letting it reverberate through the room. “I listen to other things now. Mostly post-punk lately. But classical was my first love.”

“Post-punk?” Loki raised an eyebrow. “That seems at odds with Debussy.”

Charlotte chuckled, “Not really. They’re both emotional, just in different ways.” Her fingers wandered into a simplified version of a song by The Cure. “See? Still beautiful, just rougher around the edges.”

“Hm, I suppose you’re right,” he moved to sit next to her on the bench, not touching but close enough that she could feel his warmth. 

She continued playing, switching between genres, occasionally glancing to see how Loki reacted to each piece. This felt so comfortable, yet intimidating for some reason. Her professor/lover/boyfriend watched her so intensely in a way he hadn’t before. After a soft playing of  “Where is my mind?” she stilled her hands. 

“Thank you for that. It’s been some time since these walls heard such playing.”

Charlotte felt a strange mix of pride and vulnerability and stopped herself from looking into his eyes. “So,” she said, closing the piano lid with gentle care. “What room are you taking me to next?”

“Well, I think this next one might interest you,” he held out his hand to help her stand. 

After leading her to the other side of the house, Loki gently pulled her into a large doorway. Charlotte was momentarily overwhelmed by what she saw: shelves of rich mahogany stretched from floor to ceiling on every wall, each filled with books of varying sizes, ages, and bindings. The scent of aged paper and leather hit her nostrils, and Loki watched her reaction with undisguised pleasure. 

The room was a soaring two-story room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves accessible by rolling ladders. The ceiling featured a painted mural of constellations and a massive fireplace anchored the far wall to her left. The last rays of sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting gold and amber tones over the large couch and two leather chairs on either side of it. It was heaven.

“My library. Though I use the study more frequently for university work. This space is for... personal interests.”

“Holy shit,” she muttered as she entered the room. Charlotte turned in a slow circle, trying to absorb every detail at once. 

“Well, I’m just going to stay here forever. You can visit occasionally, if you bring snacks,” she declared, turning to Loki with a huge smile as she moved toward the nearest shelf. Loki’s eyes gleamed back with amusement.

She ran her fingertip along the spines of books, some looked as though they were at least one hundred years old. The volumes didn’t seem organized by author or subject, but in some personal system she couldn’t immediately decipher. 

Loki moved to stand beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body but not quite touching.

 “I’ve been collecting since I arrived here.” He selected a volume from the shelf, “This is a first-edition Whitman. ‘Leaves of Grass.’ Not particularly rare in the grand scheme, but this copy belonged to Oscar Wilde.”

Charlotte couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her. “Wow, it’s one of my favorites. May I?” she asked, hands hovering near but not touching.

Loki nodded, watching intently as she accepted the book from him. “Open it,” he encouraged. 

As Charlotte carefully turned the pages, she was acutely aware of Loki observing not the book, but her. Her professor’s scrutiny was still both unnerving and thrilling.

“You have excellent taste,” she murmured, closing the volume and returning it to its spot on the shelf.

“I do,” he agreed, and the weight of his stare made it clear he wasn’t just talking about books.

Charlotte tried to cover the blush on the cheek with her hair as she resumed wandering around the room, admiring the carefully chosen artwork and relics that complemented the literary treasures. Her attention was drawn to a large wooden table near her.

She moved closer, her eyes widening as she took in the intricate carvings that covered its surface. Chinese myths and legends had been painstakingly engraved into the dark wood, depicting dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures in scenes that seemed to flow into one another.

“This is extraordinary,” she said, running her fingertips lightly over the carved surface. The detail was so fine she could feel the scales on the dragons.

“I acquired it last year,” Loki said casually, moving to stand beside her. “A small village in Gansu, China. The craftsman was nearly blind by the time he finished it, but refused to let anyone else complete the work.”

“You went to China to go shopping? Just like that?” 

“Well yes, I travel every summer. May as well explore Midgard while I’m here.”

Charlotte nodded, but felt suddenly aware of the vast gulf between their experiences. It should’ve been apparent from his collection in the house, but the reality was settling into Charlotte about how different their lives were. While she had been working constantly to pay rent and student loans, he had been traveling to remote villages across the globe, collecting ancient artifacts like the rich Prince he was. 

“I haven’t been many places, just Sweden for that internship. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the money or freedom to travel like that…,” she admitted quietly, her fingers still tracing the carvings. The statement hung in the air, weighted with unspoken thoughts about their differences. 

What was she doing here? In this opulent house? With Loki Laufeyson? Even though he was no longer a god, they were still from different worlds. Hers was so mundane. So small. She didn’t belong here.

Loki’s large hands reached her hips and turned her to face him. A long finger pulled her chin upwards, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His intense expression was one of a man searching for information. 

“Where would you go?” he asked, his tone almost tender. “If resources were no object, if you could travel anywhere in the world– where would Charlotte Baker choose to explore first?”

The question caught her off guard, pulling her thoughts away from her growing uncertainty. “Greece. Athens and Delphi, specifically. I’d love to see the ruins of the temples, to stand where history took place.” 

Loki’s expression warmed visibly at her answer, his eyes lit with something like approval. 

“An excellent choice,” he nodded, his hand returning to join the other on her hips. She felt the heat of arousal pump through her veins in response to his compliment. “The Acropolis at sunset is a true gem in this realm. The marble absorbs the golden light and seems to glow from within.” 

Charlotte could feel herself relaxing just like she did in class, there was something hypnotic about listening to him tell his stories. Loki subtly maneuvered her backward until the wood table pressed against her backside.

“Tell me about Greece,” she requested breathily. A flush warmed her cheeks, and she knew Loki could see it. He leaned down, his movements deliberate and unhurried. When his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck again, Charlotte’s eyes fluttered closed. His breath was warm against her pulse point as he began to speak.

“The Aegean Sea stretches out like liquid sapphire,” he murmured between soft kisses that traced a path from just beneath her ear down to the junction of her neck and shoulder. “The air carries salt and lemon and wildflowers.” His teeth grazed her skin lightly, drawing a small gasp from her. “Ancient olive groves climb hillsides that have witnessed the rise and fall of empires.”

His hands slid from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her up against his warm body as his description continued. “The white buildings of Santorini cling to cliffs like snow on a mountainside, and the sunsets paint the sky in colors that would make even Asgard’s artists envious.”

Charlotte was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on his words rather than the sensation of his mouth against her skin, the pressure of a day of teasing building inside of her. Her head tilted instinctively, giving him better access to the column of her throat.

“I’d like to see it someday…”

Loki’s silken voice replied, “Perhaps I could take you. Someday. When circumstances allow.”

“To Greece?” she asked, fully wrapped in a haze of arousal, not really registering what they were talking about. 

Instead of answering, Loki’s hands moved to her waist. With a smooth, controlled motion, he lifted her onto the antique table. The new position brought them eye to eye, Charlotte now perched on the edge with Loki standing between her knees.

His intense stare kept her in a heady trance while his hands moved to her thighs, applying gentle pressure. Charlotte responded instantly, letting her legs part further to accommodate him. His body pushed against hers, his hard arousal flush against her center, making her moan quietly. She felt herself melting into his fantasy as she looked into his eyes that were now consumed with fiery desire.  

“Yes, to Greece,” he finally answered, his voice deeper now, rougher around the edges. His hands slid higher on her thighs, fingertips pressing into the soft fabric of her leggings. “We could have dinner overlooking the Aegean, with nothing but sea and stars surrounding us. Our hotel room would have a balcony facing the water.”

Loki leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he continued, “I would have my way with you in that room, Kitten. Against the windows, on the balcony, anywhere I pleased. My lovely little whore, desperate and wet for me.” 

His hips pressed forward, emphasizing his words and eliciting a breathy whimper from Charlotte. All her thoughts were gone as her nerve endings tingled with need– there was just Loki. Only Loki. 

“I would bend you over the railing so you could see the ocean while I fucked you from behind. Everyone would know you were mine.”

Yes. A small whine escaped Charlotte’s lips. She felt impossibly hot, her skin sensitive to even the slight brush of his clothes against hers. The flannel that had seemed so comfortable today now felt like sandpaper, too rough, too confining. All of his teasing today, and now this conversation were making her putty in his hands. Desperate– just as he liked her. 

His voice dropped lower, “Would you like that, Charlotte? Would you like me to spoil you?” One hand slid beneath her shirt, tracing the bra and gently massaging her breast through it. “You deserve it, you know. My beautiful little slut deserves to be taken care of.”

Before she could respond, his mouth found hers, urgent and demanding. The kiss was nothing like the controlled, measured caresses that had come before. This was hunger unleashed–  his tongue sweeping past her lips, claiming her mouth as his hands tightened on her body. Charlotte responded with equal fervor, her arms winding around his neck, her need for him all consuming.

Loki’s hands moved with purpose, hooking into the waistband of Charlotte’s leggings and panties as he broke their kiss. “Lift,” he ordered, and Charlotte raised her hips, allowing him to pull the stretchy fabric down her legs in one fluid motion. The cool air of the library hit her overheated skin, making her shiver.

With no further warning, he positioned himself at her entrance, unzipped his pants, and plunged his hard cock inside of her. Charlotte’s cry echoed off the library’s high ceiling as her vision blurred at the edges, stars dancing behind her closed eyelids as her body yielded to his invasion. Her thighs trembled against his hips, her breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

“Yess,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Take all of me, little mortal.”

The stretch and fullness of him was overwhelming, the sensation hovering on the edge between pleasure and pain. Charlotte’s back arched reflexively, her body adjusting to his intrusion. Her hands reached for purchase, finding his shoulders and then sliding around to his back, gripping the fine fabric of his sweater.

Loki established a rhythm immediately – hard, fast, possessive. 

“I could give you everything, that’s what a "boyfriend" does, right?” Loki continued, his words flowing like dark honey. “T-Take you to every corner of this little world. Fuck you in the…ruins of ancient Greece….would you like that, Kitten? To b-be bent over an altar and claimed?”

“Y-yessir…,” she keened as her body was jostled on the table. 

His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. The heat that had built all day was already near its peak. The sharp clack of the tabletop against the wood floor echoed with every push, punctuated by Loki’s ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of flesh. 

“I’d buy you pretty things. Dress you in silks and jewels, then s-strip them away with my teeth.” 

Charlotte’s closed eyes tightened, lost in the fantasy and all consuming arousal of Loki’s plans and his harsh fucking, her body on fire.

“...taking care of my little whore. Making sure she’s too spent, too satisfied to even think about anything else…” His hand moved from her hip to grip her thigh, hitching her leg higher, changing the angle. “Making sure everyone knows who she belongs to.”

Charlotte moaned wantonly as she felt the heat building, the angle perfectly hitting her g-spot. Her walls tightened around his relentless cock, which pistoned into her fiercely. 

Loki’s head dipped down, mouth finding the junction where her neck met her shoulder. His hot breath hovered there, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted him to mark her. Claim her. 

“Y-yes, Loki….do it. Please…”

His teeth sank into the sensitive skin there– not hard enough to break the skin, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Charlotte cried out, the sharp pain blending with pleasure in a heady cocktail that made her dizzy while her sopping cunt clenched around him.

“I knew it, my little kitten,” he said against her skin, soothing the bite with his tongue. “You want everyone to see who you belong to.”

“I’m y-yours,” Charlotte heard her voice in a strained moan, the words tumbling out unbidden.

His hips stuttered mid-thrust, a shuddering breath catching in his throat before his fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. “Say it again,” he commanded against her skin.

Any shame was gone, replaced by a primal need to be whatever Loki wanted. “I’m yours Loki…,” Charlotte repeated, louder this time. “Your whore, your slut, w-whatever you want m- me to be…”

Charlotte’s body tensed, her admission a catalyst as she explosively came around his desperate cock, her inner walls clamping down on him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Stars and red orange colors burst behind her eyelids as her body convulsed, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. 

“My beautiful little whore, w-with her tight little cunt, so desperate to be f-filled.”

His thrusts became harder, deeper, more erratic. The table beneath them shuddered with the force of his movements, ancient wood protesting the violence of their passion. She felt herself pulsing around him, each throb sending electric currents from her center to her fingertips, as she moaned and cried loudly, the sounds echoing off of the tall ceiling and marble floors. 

But Loki didn’t stop. He continued his relentless pace, driving into her oversensitive body with determined strokes. The line between pleasure and pain blurred again as he pushed her beyond what she thought she could handle.

“Too- too much,” she gasped, even as her thighs tightened around his hips. “Loki, I can’t–”

“You can,” he insisted, his voice rough with exertion. “And you will. Give me another one. Show me how much you n-need this…need me.”

His teeth found her shoulder again, biting down with more pressure this time, and to her shock, Charlotte felt herself climbing toward a second peak. When the second wave of pleasure hit, it was more intense than the first. Charlotte’s orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his length as pleasure radiated outward from her core. 

Charlotte felt thoroughly fucked out, boneless and floating in the afterglow of her release as Loki’s continued thrusts kept her hovering in a state of pleasure that refused to diminish completely, her body bouncing as she clung to him. 

Loki’s movements became erratic, his powerful thrusts losing their calculated rhythm as his breathing turned ragged against the delicate skin of her neck. “Going to fill you,” he growled roughly. “M-mark you inside–”

Her hips burned under his fingers as they dug into the soft flesh, and with a guttural shout that reverberated through the library, he drove into her one final time. Deep, primal groans escaped Loki as his body went rigid against hers, muscles tensing as he came inside of her. Charlotte felt the hot, insistent pulsing of him inside of her, the liquid warmth of his cum filling her completely as he clutched her against his chest.

For several long moments, they remained joined, their harsh breathing the only sound in the book-lined room. Charlotte’s flannel shirt clung to her back like a second skin, damp with sweat that trickled down her spine in rivulets. The heady, primal scent of sex hung in the air, mingling with the library’s perfume.

Loki rested his forehead against hers as the two caught their breath, his cock still pulsing inside of her. Their lips met again, the urgency gone, replaced by something slower and more exploratory. His hands now stroked her sides with gentle appreciation.

Charlotte lazily opened her eyes to meet Loki’s– his normally knife-sharp intensity now liquid and softened with satisfaction, pupils still dilated to dark pools. He brushed a strand of damp hair from her face with unexpected gentleness.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice rougher than usual, like velvet dragged over gravel.

Charlotte nodded and smiled faintly, still too overwhelmed for words. Her body felt both weak with satisfaction and strangely electrified, every nerve ending still singing from his touch. A part of her felt bad for potentially ruining the antique table, her cum sticky against the skin of her thighs.

Loki’s eyes dropped to the marks on her shoulder, now visible where her shirt had slipped down to reveal the constellation of reddened imprints. A satisfaction flickered across his face as he traced a vivid bite mark with his finger, pressing just enough to make her wince. She quickly replaced the expression with a small smile as she looked up at him, appreciating his dampened hair framing his perfect face. 

“I’m all yours, Loki,” she said quietly.

Water cascaded down Loki’s back, hot enough to steam the glass of the shower door. He scrubbed at his skin methodically, watching the soapy whirlpools spiral down the drain. His thoughts drifted to Charlotte interviewing him this morning before she left, the excitement on her face. The nervousness with which she asked him questions, as if she was afraid of what he’d say. Or maybe what he wouldn’t say. Despite his concerns, the session had not been as invasive as he had feared. She was a smart one, and seemed to understand his boundaries well.

Turning off the water, Loki stepped onto the heated marble floor and wrapped a plush towel around his waist. Memories of Asgard floated through his mind. The palace, its gleaming spires catching the light of stars no mortal would ever see. For a fleeting moment, he imagined Charlotte there, mounted on one of the white mares from the royal stables, her face alight with that unfiltered wonder she wore so openly… 

Loki shook his head sharply, droplets of water flying from his damp hair.

No.  

He quickly shifted his thoughts to the task he had at hand today: grading papers. As he finished getting dressed, he thought about how he’d treat himself after such a mundane task. Maybe this evening he would treat himself to a glass of that exceptional Bordeaux he’d been saving, and watch some awful television. 

As he stepped down the staircase, Loki mentally organized his tasks for the day.  His mind was already mapping out which papers to grade first, when he froze, one foot suspended mid-step. The air caught in his lungs as if gripped by an invisible hand.

There, standing in his foyer as if she belonged in this realm, was Frigga. Her golden hair was twisted into an elaborate style, her dress the deep blue of Asgard’s evening sky, embroidered with constellations in gold thread. She looked exactly as she had five years ago, when she’d watched Odin impart his decision for Loki– exile, mortality, a chance at redemption he had neither wanted nor believed in.

“Hello, son,” she said, her smile as warm and knowing as it had always been.

Another figure stepped into the hall from the kitchen– a small, ordinary man. Lang’s eyes widened as he took in the grandeur of the hall, whistling low under his breath.

“Wow, this place is incredible, Loki!” Scott exclaimed, turning in a slow circle as he surveyed his surroundings. “How is it that when you’re banished here, you’re this rich?"

What the hel were they doing here? What was this all about?

-> Chapter 18: An Assignment

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As she straddled his hips, he had let her explore his body for the first time. And just like she had imagined, it was perfect. Loki’s face remained calm, collected, despite his stomach muscles twitching when she lightly dragged her fingernails by the waist of his buttoned pants. She swore he had held back a moan.

His indulgence of her request– to see his skin, to touch him– gave her more of a thrill than she had anticipated. He had let her lead for a few, indulgent minutes. Relinquished control and let her guide their afternoon fun. Of course, it didn’t last long– he couldn’t handle the teasing and took over, forcing her hips onto his harshly, making her come undone on his cock. This morning as she had toweled off in her bathroom, she noticed the delicate bruising from his grip– little marks of his passion that still remained on her skin. 

God it was hot. All of it. She was like an addict, and Loki was her drug. 

Weeks into their affair, Charlotte and Loki had found their sordid routine. She would arrive at his office hours, ready to escape into their world of debauchery and lust. On Wednesdays, she had to race from his office to class across campus with his cum dripping out of her, which she was surprised to find incredibly arousing. Tuesdays and Thursdays she’d be his attentive student, and the other days of the week she’d be his desperate slut, taking whatever he’d give her.

And he’d given her even more than she had hoped for. Loki loved being in control, and Charlotte reveled in it. He was really into this whole dom and sub thing. How far would this go? Would they end up with a safe word? A safe word with Loki Laufeyson, former God of Mischief, sounded so insane. But it was real, it was what Charlotte was really experiencing. 

A thrill hummed in her body, heat spreading throughout as she reminisced. She had never tried these dynamics before, but something about him unlocked this desire inside of her. For her whole life, she had to be disciplined. But letting go, and letting him take the reins lit her on fire. 

And the degrading names he called her? Normally coming from someone else, it would be insulting and terrible, filling her with rage. But from his beautiful voice, it seemed almost complimentary. She never would have thought she’d enjoy sucking off her professor and being called a “cockslut”, but here she was. And her pet name was becoming a comfort– a secret identity he had crafted just for her– not Charlotte the graduate student, but his kitten, his pet to take, please and claim with his godly cock.

But despite all of the intense, amazing sex they’d been having, her worries around them getting caught were getting stronger, anxiety beginning to creep in the back of her mind. She was beginning to dislike that he often had to cover her mouth to muffle her screams and moans. That she had to be careful, quiet. She wanted to hear him loudly moan and growl and command her, instead of whispering in a low voice (though she didn’t entirely mind that). 

But this is how he wanted their affair to play out, and she wasn’t going to push him. She knew she couldn’t get carried away– no, this was just sex. Amazing, life-changing sex. And she was thankful to have what little of him he gave her. She knew that eventually he’d move on, and that would be okay.

Her mind briefly flitted to a name: Raj. No, it was different this time– she’d protect herself.

“What are you staring at?,” a whispered voice next to her interrupted her thoughts. 

Shit. Had she been that obvious? Charlotte blinked, her eyes refocusing on Professor Laufeyson’s commanding presence at the front of the room. 

“Oh! I wasn’t looking at anything, just kinda spacing,” she quickly tried to recover as Ryan looked at her suspiciously. 

Charlotte watched as Loki, frustrated with a student, emphatically explained an Asgardian ruler’s timeline. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you space out, Charlotte. Seriously, what’s going on with you lately?” Ryan leaned closer.

“Oh…I…uh…met someone. At that club we went to a couple weeks ago,” she glanced at him casually, trying to maintain calm. 

Ryan’s eyes widened with interest, his expression shifting from concern to eager curiosity. “Ahh I thought so. Well that’s cool, good for you! Does he go to school here?”

“No…actually he’s already graduated. Nothing serious, but it’s been a fun distraction.”

“Must be some guy to have you this distracted during Laufeyson’s class. I mean, you’re usually hanging on to his every word like it’s gospel.”

Charlotte felt a tightening in her stomach, but before she could respond, a sharp voice cut through the classroom, causing both of them to snap their attention to the front.

“Have you not been listening to a single DAMN WORD I’ve been saying?! GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!,” Loki bellowed at a student, pointing towards the door. His frustration radiated across the first row of seats, the kind of palpable energy that made students shrink into their chairs.

Loki’s eyes shot towards Charlotte and Ryan. His jaw tightened visibly, a muscle twitching beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. God he was hot when he was mad. 

His eyes met hers for just a heartbeat, his eyes cold and unreadable. She failed to keep her expression neutral, concern causing her eyebrows to draw together. The classroom fell silent, everyone startled by the sudden eruption. The disruptive student muttered angrily under his breath and stomped toward the door, slamming it on his way out.

“Yeesh, what a grumpy asshole,” Ryan whispered to Charlotte. 

“Yea…,” she shrugged slightly in response. She shook her head, trying to dismiss her lover’s outburst as she focused on her notebook, determined to shake her intrusive thoughts. A month ago, she was distracted with thoughts of fucking her Professor, and now that it was actually happening, she still couldn’t stop. She really needed to get better about controlling herself, and keeping her infatuation at bay. 

Charlotte’s hair fell in disheveled waves around her face, her eyes half-closed and unfocused as she rocked against his thigh. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, creating little marks in his bespoke suit jacket.

“Defiant student, still thinking of me while you’re supposed to be paying attention,” he darkly muttered. His hand came down in a gentle spank against the curve of her soft bottom, firm enough to sting but not to hurt. The sound of his palm meeting flesh echoed in the quiet office, immediately followed by Charlotte’s stifled moan. Loki’s cock throbbed in the tight confines of his pants. 

Her pace increased, her hips grinding more insistently against his strong quadricep muscle. Her lips, swollen from their earlier kisses, parted on a plea, “Please, sir, may I–”

“No,” he interrupted, his tone firm despite the swelling heat in his crotch. “You don’t deserve my cock today.” He punctuated his denial with another light spank, watching Charlotte as she gasped, her body jerking forward as her hips instinctively ground harder against him, her eyes closed.

Fuck, he was enjoying this. There was an intoxicating power in restraint, in denying both her pleasure and his own immediate gratification. His fingertips tightened on her hips, as his eyes glanced to his leg. Her wet folds were soaking her panties, her mess dripping all over his pants leg. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Charlotte whined, her breasts bounced enticingly with each movement, nipples hard and begging for attention that he deliberately withheld. 

Loki chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating in his chest. “You can’t help yourself, can you? You’re just a little slut for me, desperate for my cock.” Loki felt himself throbbing painfully now, his body demanding release even as he enjoyed this game. 

“Yes sir, I am, sir,” she whispered with no hint of shame.

 “Please,” she begged again, her voice breaking with need. “I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll pay attention in class. I’ll–”

Charlotte’s movements grew more frantic, her breathing shallow and quick. Loki recognized the signs of her approaching climax– the flush spreading across her chest, the tension in her thighs. She was close, teetering on the edge of release.

He watched a helpless whimper escape her as he flexed his muscular leg against her sopping cunt. It took all of his considerable self-restraint not to lift her body and impale her on his aching member. The thought of her tight heat enveloping him made his jaw clench with need. No. 

“You’re done now,” he stated, “You may not come.”

Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly off of his thigh. Charlotte’s eyes flew open as he placed her body on the couch cushion beside them. She stared at him, bewilderment replacing the haze of pleasure. Her chest heaved with each breath, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the afternoon sunlight. 

“What? Why?”

Loki kept his expression stern, though inwardly he burned, reveled in the power he held over her pleasure. “You’re risking us both by your behavior,” he explained, his tone softening slightly. “If you cannot control your reactions in the classroom, you draw attention to us. Attention we cannot afford.”

Charlotte’s disappointment was palpable, while her desire was still evident in the trembling of her thighs. Beneath her expression of frustration, Loki detected understanding– she knew he was right.

Loki rose from the couch with deliberate slowness, his movements controlled despite the near-painful arousal straining against his trousers. Charlotte raised her head, her gaze falling to the obvious bulge in his pants. She bit her lower lip and tentatively reached a hand between them.

“Can I–?” Charlotte asked as she leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on his thick erection standing proud before her.

For a heartbeat, his resolve wavered. Charlotte looked at him with an exaggerated pout that somehow managed to be both innocent and provocative. How much he wanted to make her dazed and cock drunk. 

The memory of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him, of her eager tongue tracing patterns along his length, was vivid and enticing. It would be so easy to step forward, to tangle his fingers in her hair and guide her mouth to him, to find release in the sweet suction of her lips. 

But that would defeat the purpose of today’s lesson in restraint.

“No, not today,” he said, his voice emerging rougher than he had intended, betraying the depth of his own desire despite his attempt at control. “If you’re good, I’ll let you have my cock on Friday.”

With unhurried movements, unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confinement. Charlotte’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, her eyes wide as she looked up at him from her position on the couch. He towered over her, his tall frame blocking the late afternoon sun, casting her in his shadow– exactly where he wanted her. 

Loki’s fingers wrapped around his swollen length, the contact sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. He maintained eye contact with Charlotte as he began to stroke himself with long, measured movements, his gaze holding hers captive. Her breathing was shallow as she watched him, pupils blown wide with desire. 

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked, his voice a silken purr. “...what you fantasized about yesterday?” God he was so fucking hard. 

Charlotte nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Professor.” Loki felt another surge of heat to his already achingly hard cock, where precum began to bead. He denied her and she still wanted him. Needed him to defile her. A little whore for her professor, always wanting to please him. 

He braced his free hand on the back of the couch, leaning over her, his cock now mere inches from her face. “You want this, don’t you?” he spat, his breath becoming ragged as he felt his climax building already. “You’re desperate to taste me, to feel me filling that pretty mouth of yours.” 

Charlotte nodded, not breaking eye contact. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hands resting on the couch beside her, fingers digging slightly into the cushion as if to prevent herself from reaching for him without permission.

His hand quickened, thumb catching the ridge beneath the swollen head with each upstroke. His jaw clenched tight enough to ache, teeth grinding against the pressure building at the base of his spine.  The pleasure was building with each stroke, each slide of his palm against sensitive flesh, threatening to tear sounds from his throat that he hadn’t made in centuries. His fingers gripped his cock with precision, his pulse quickening as he lost himself in the rush of his lust. 

“You’re going to be a good girl now. Sit still and let me come on you. Would you like that? To be marked by me?” A tremor started in his thighs, spreading upward as his breath hitched. 

“Yes, sir,” Charlotte breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her quickened breathing. “Please.”

The plea nearly undid him. His eyes briefly fluttered closed, giving in to the intoxicating sex that filled the room. The veins of his cock pulsed with every pump, and pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip, joining his hand in wet sounds of skin on skin. Let her see what she did to him, how she affected him.

Loki’s free hand, still braced on the back of the couch, tightened its grip. The leather creaked in protest, a sound that mingled with his increasingly uneven breathing. The pressure was building to an unbearable degree now, a tidal wave of sensation gathering force at the base of his desperate cock, ready to crash through him at any moment. 

“This is a reminder,” he said, his voice strained. “A reminder of who’s in charge. Who decides when you come. Who decides when I come.” Each phrase was punctuated by a stroke, his rhythm becoming less measured, more urgent. “And right now, I decide that you get to wear my seed on your pretty tits while you go home aching and empty.”

Loki’s eyes opened to look down on his student. Charlotte grinned, sultry gaze looking into his, and extended her tongue out. The sight of her pink tongue, extended and waiting, sent a jolt of pleasure so intense through Loki that he had to tighten his grip on the back of the couch to steady himself. 

She was so filthy, so willing to let him mark her. She wanted it. Needed it. 

His cock throbbed painfully in his hand, his thighs tensed, his abdomen tightened, his breathing became shallow and quick. He could feel the tightness in his balls as the pressure built. They drew up tighter against his body, heavy and full, preparing to release their burden. The head of his cock had darkened further, the slit weeping clear fluid that occasionally dripped onto Charlotte’s waiting tongue.

“Good…g-girl–”

A molten core of pleasure exploded from the base of his spine, radiating through every nerve in waves that made his knees weaken. His cock pulsed in his grip, each throb sending electric currents up his shaft and into his abdomen.

With a harsh groan that he couldn’t quite suppress, Loki felt himself peak, watching as his seed erupted in thick pulses, landing in hot streaks across Charlotte’s face and breasts. His hand continued to move, coaxing every drop from his throbbing cock, ensuring she was thoroughly covered with his essence.

Charlotte’s eyes had closed instinctively when the first stream hit her face, but they opened again almost immediately, looking up at him with an expression of wonder and satisfaction. She kept her tongue extended, collecting what had landed there, while the rest decorated her heated skin like abstract art. 

“..Yess…” he groaned, his hand still working the last pulses from his cock. “Take it all...”

She swallowed what she had caught, a hum of contentment in her throat that made his already sensitive cock twitch painfully in his hand.

Loki’s breathing gradually slowed, his heart rate returning to something approaching normal. The daze of pleasure still tingled through his limbs, a pleasant heaviness settling into his muscles. His hand finally released his softening cock as he stood for a moment, admiring the sight of his release and how it transformed her into a canvas for his pleasure, warm cum all over her eager face and pert breasts, some of it sliding down in slow rivulets that caught the fading golden light. 

Charlotte, without being instructed, moved her delicate fingers to gather his cum from her own skin with a small smile, her eyes fluttering closed as she ate his seed. Loki felt his spent cock twitch at the sight, a renewed stirring of desire that surprised him given the intensity of his climax. 

“Eager little thing,” he murmured, unable to keep the appreciation from his voice. “Cleaning yourself up so beautifully.”

Charlotte’s eyelids fluttered open at his words, meeting his gaze as her tongue continued its work. There was a knowing glint in her expression, a recognition that she had surprised him, pleased him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. 

“Very good, kitten,” Loki praised, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “That’s exactly what I like to see…such enthusiasm for pleasing me.”

With his thumb, Loki collected a pearlescent droplet that had fallen to her chin. Charlotte’s lips parted instinctively, and when he offered his thumb to her, she drew it into her mouth with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted him with a quiet sound of pleasure. 

Fuck, she was really something. If he hadn’t been mortal, he’d be hard and ready to take her again. 

With a final critical assessment, Charlotte nodded at her reflection in the mirror. Only the slight redness of her lips and a lingering blush on her cheeks hinted at their activities. She emerged from his office bathroom transformed– face clean, hair combed, clothing straightened. Only the slight redness of her lips and the lingering flush on her cheeks hinted at what had transpired between them. 

“Better?” she asked, gesturing to her restored appearance. Loki watched her from his position leaning against the desk, his blue eyes following her movements with unmasked appreciation.

“Presentable,” he acknowledged, “though I confess I preferred the previous version.” 

She laughed, the sound breathier than normal. “I’m sure you did. But I think the campus security might have questions if I walked out of here with bits of dried cum on my face.”

Loki’s lips curved into a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “A valid point. Though the thought of sending you back across campus marked with my seed has its appeal.” 

Heat bloomed in Charlotte’s belly at his words. “Yes it does…maybe next time, in a less obvious way…” She imagined wearing something of his beneath her clothes, carrying his scent on her skin, hidden marks under her collar…

The sound of an alarm on her phone rang out, pulling Charlotte reluctantly back to reality. She pulled it out of her pocket and sighed.

“I should go,” she said finally, reaching for her bag. “I have a shift to get to, and don’t want to be late. Thanks for the good time, Professor,” she chirped as she stepped towards the door to his office. Even though he denied her orgasm, that was still a devastatingly erotic experience.

Despite her composed exterior, her inner thighs were still slick with arousal, her body still hungry for the release he’d withheld. The tension would follow her through the afternoon, a delicious torture that would make focusing on her work nearly impossible.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied with a wink, emphasizing the word ‘pleasure’ with subtle mockery.

Such an asshole. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she stepped out into the hallway, not being able to resist a final glance back at her professor. He moved with fluid grace back toward his bookshelf, resuming the afternoon as if he hadn’t just come all over his student.

An echoing slam of doors caught her attention and her head jerked toward it– the heavy library doors opening at the far end of the hallway, and swaths of students exiting in her direction. The sound ricocheted off the marble floors, shattering the intimate bubble of her thoughts. Her eyes flashed back to Loki, catching his startled expression through the still-open crack of the door.

A look of concern washed over his features, those blue eyes widening slightly in alarm. He quickly sat in his chair, sliding it beneath the desk to hide the obvious mess on the front of his trousers.

Charlotte changed her demeanor immediately as she swiftly shut the door behind her, doing her best to appear professional. She hadn’t expected a group of students to be there– no one was ever up here.

Loki’s worried expression flashed in her mind. He hadn’t expected anyone to be there, either. Shit shit shit. The possibility of getting caught sent adrenaline coursing through her veins, mingling uncomfortably with the lingering arousal still humming beneath her skin.

Trying to ignore the fact that her panties clung uncomfortably to her still-sensitive folds, she adjusted the strap of her bag and walked casually in the hall, hoping the burning flush on her cheeks might pass for academic frustration rather than what it truly was.

As she joined the flow of bodies moving through the corridor, Charlotte felt her hands begin to tremble with nerves. She kept her eyes down, focusing on the worn tile floor as she attempted to steady her breathing. The hallway seemed unnaturally bright, the chatter of the students around her too loud, too close.

“Oh my God, did you just have to meet with Professor Laufeyson??” A younger student with wide eyes and a curious expression seemed to appear out of nowhere, breaking into Charlotte’s anxious thoughts. 

Fuck. Think of something quick.

She dramatically sighed, “Yea, he failed me on a paper.” The explanation came easily, slipping from her lips with a conviction that surprised even her. It wasn’t entirely false. She tried to walk past the younger girl before the situation got more awkward. But the student was persistent. 

“And what happened?” the girl pressed, her expression a mix of dread and fascination.

Charlotte noticed that half the group had slowed their pace, ears tilted toward their conversation with poorly disguised interest. Loki’s reputation preceded him; any firsthand account of an encounter with him was like gossip catnip. She deliberately raised her voice just enough to ensure they could hear.

“He said there was no way in hell he’d give me anything better, and told me to get out of his office,” Charlotte manufactured a scowl, arranging her features into a mask of indignation that concealed a surprising realization– part of her was enjoying this. There was something deliciously subversive about perpetuating these awful stories of her professor while knowing the truth of who he was when they were alone. 

“Damn, yeah, I heard he’s a real asshole,” the young student commiserated. “Well, try to have a good night!” She offered a small wave as the crowd began to disperse, students breaking off into smaller groups, heads bent together in whispered conversation.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and Charlotte finally let out a relieved breath. The flood of adrenaline from the encounter still tingled through her body, but her steps felt lighter now, the panic beginning to fade. She glanced back once more, biting her lip at the thought of Loki alone in his office, pacing with worry. 

Part of her wanted to go back, to reassure him that they were safe. That she had told a story the students wanted to hear, and no one was the wiser. 

Then a thought hit her with sudden clarity, making her breath catch in her throat: he was placing immense trust in her by having this affair with her. That's why he had been upset at her zoning out. Yes, they were having fun, but he was trusting her to keep this secret, to protect both of their futures.

He didn’t need reassurance; he had already weighed the consequences and decided she could be trusted and would do what is necessary to cover for them. And he was right.

As she rounded the corner toward the building’s exit, Charlotte allowed herself a proud smile. She knew that whatever this thing was between them, whatever risks it entailed, she wasn’t going to give it up. Not when it made her feel more alive than she had in years, and more seen than she had ever been.

-> Chapter 13- Guilty Pleasure

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“Well, Nathaniel was right,” Loki murmured to his empty car, his voice tinged with sardonic amusement. Rules were not “his thing”. 

Why had he failed her on that paper? That’s what escalated everything. 

You knew what would happen. You always knew this was how it would end up. Loki cursed himself, his recklessness.

HIs hands tightened on the steering wheel as he navigated the bends of the countryside road, the melodies from a forgotten playlist on his car’s stereo had long since faded to the background of his mind. 

He knew this was just the beginning. Now that he had fucked her, he had no intention to stop. His body felt pulled tight, but he now knew he had the relief he had craved. Someone to bow down to him, a beautiful woman who would submit. She’d be his plaything like he’d fantasized about– someone to distract him from the redundant life he was leading. He knew the situation was wrong– she was his student, and he was abusing his power. But he didn’t care. He needed this. 

He knew she needed it, too. The way she had looked up at him in that alley, the pleading look in her eyes when she said she wanted him to fuck her. He hadn’t forced her against that wall; she’d pulled him closer, her hands as eager as his own. That was a raw and unfiltered need, like his own desperate hunger.

Memories of the night flashed through his mind– the way she’d bitten her lip to stifle her cries when he first entered her, the way she clung to hip as if he filled her like no one else could. The memory was so vivid he could almost taste the salt of her skin, feel the rapid flutter of her pulse in her neck beneath his lips. 

Loki felt warmer thinking about how it felt to sink his cock inside of her. The initial resistance as he’d pushed into her, her slippery cunt tight around him, followed by the exquisite yielding as she accepted him completely. Each inch had been a revelation, a conquest.

And that ever-present danger that someone might walk down the alley, might recognize them, might report what they’d seen– that risk had been invigorating, adding an edge to every sensation, every sound. With Charlotte pinned between his body and that brick wall, he’d felt alive again. Powerful. Himself. The risk, the transgression, the sheer wrongness of it all had awakened something long dormant in him– not just lust, but purpose. A reminder that he was not merely Professor Laufeyson, but Loki, a being of chaos and desire who took what he wanted regardless of rules or consequences.

And what if we got caught? The question seeped into his thoughts like a tempting whisper. How could they get away with it? What if someone had seen them in that alley behind the club? His other student? This would be reported and he would lose his job, it would be in the papers. Then Thor would know. Then what? 

Should whispers of their affair slither through the halls of the school, the fallout would be catastrophic. No amount of cunning could save him then; no charm or wit could erase the stain of scandal on her. The damage would be done. 

In this quiet space, he admitted to himself the stark truth: he didn't care if they were caught.

This was what he needed, craved with an intensity that eclipsed caution and decorum. The God of Mischief was finished playing by mortal rules– it was time to make some of his own.

Charlotte knew that he had said he would see her on Tuesday, but she couldn’t wait. She had decided to chance it. His office hours had been hard to find, naturally. They were printed in a tiny font on the final page of her syllabus, and for only for a few hours a week. Of course the hours were at odd times, too: Mondays in the morning, Wednesday in mid afternoon, and Friday at lunch time. It’s as if he planned that so no one would ever visit him. 

The location of his office hasn’t been easy to find, either. Definitely on purpose. As she walked down the quiet hall towards the library, she realized she was incredibly nervous. He had made it very clear that students weren’t supposed to just show up at his office hours– it was by appointment only. Maybe he’d make an exception to see her?  Charlotte’s body thrummed with anticipation, and she felt she was already damp in her panties. 

He was her teacher– someone she absolutely should not be involved with. But Charlotte couldn’t leave it alone, couldn’t stop thinking about the pleasant ache in her desperate cunt after he had filled her. She was drawn to him like a moth to flame, and she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. 

She had tried to go through the rest of her weekend as if it hadn’t happened, but his shadow invaded everything. His kiss, his skin, his touch. His sharp jawline and his voice dripping with superiority when he talked dirty. The way his unrelenting cock filled her, both a torment and a relief. Her shoulders shrugged back the slight sting on her skin, the area still healing from the scrapes. How was she supposed to survive this?

She had never had a professor kink before, but Loki sure gave her one. Loki…could she call him that now?... obviously got off on their power dynamic, and Charlotte loved it, too. She didn’t know she had this side of her, but something about him made her want to get on her knees. Worship him. Let him do anything he wanted with her. Was that fucked up? 

The reality struck her for the thousandth time since Saturday. She had fucked a fallen god. A god. A shudder of arousal rippled through her body. A being who had traveled to worlds she couldn’t even dream of. Who knew secrets to life that she wasn’t close to understanding. A man who had battled others in multi realm wars for millennia. 

And he wanted her. She thought about the filthy words that came from his perfectly sculpted lips. Soft, yet fierce lips that threatened to devour her. And she was ready to be devoured.

The battle of need pounded through her, deafening as she came to a wooden door in an abandoned hallway. On the door, a placard read “Loki Laufeyson”. 

Charlotte’s knuckles barely grazed the wood before a curt “Come in” cut through the silence. The irritation in Professor Laufeyson’s voice made her stomach flip, but she pushed the heavy door open anyway. 

“It’s just me, Professor,” Charlotte said, her voice soft, uncertain as she slowly opened the door. She stepped in, and was immediately taken aback by the large size of his office– it was some of the nicest real estate she had seen on campus. Book cases lined the left and right walls. Comforts that you would expect in a home, not a professor’s office, accented the space: a large couch, coffee table, record player, and even a small table for snacks and a kettle. 

Her scanning eyes landed on Professor Laufeyson sitting behind a large wooden desk in front of a row of tall windows. Leaning back in his chair, an artful display of indifference, his black hair shimmered in the sunlit room. Charlotte felt her knees go weak, just at the sight of him. 

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lip– he didn’t look surprised to see her. Arrogant. Sexy and arrogant.

“Miss Baker, please close the door behind you. I thought I said I would see you on Tuesday,” he drawled, standing up from his expensive leather chair.

“I know,” Charlotte replied, closing the door while her voice broke with nerves. “I– I thought we could talk?”

“You didn’t come here to talk,” he said, rounding the desk. His eyes were hungry, tracing every curve of her body as he walked past her. Charlotte heard the click of the door behind her locking, and it sent a chill through her body. 

Slowly, he walked around to face her, but still left space between them. “Even after I’ve given you what you want, you still do not listen,” he taunted.

Oh shit I miscalculated.

Concern began to seep in her mind, unsure if she had crossed a boundary. “I’m sorry, Professor, I’ll leave–”

He suddenly kissed her, and the world tilted. His lips were soft at first, a gentle greeting to reassure her. Charlotte melted into him, dropping her bag to the floor as she tangled her fingers in his silken hair. His hands cupped her face as he explored her mouth again, his tongue searching, massaging her own. The kisses became increasingly more fierce, fevered, and he pulled back. 

“You will not,” Loki said, pulling back slightly, his breath hot against her lips. He stepped back again, space between them as he began to circle her, studying her. Her heart raced, the blood pumping in her ears, threatening to drown out his words.  

“You’re always so good at following directions, and yet you ignored me when I said I would see you tomorrow.” 

Oh, that’s what we’re doing. 

Another game. He wasn’t really annoyed with her. He loved it, this push and pull.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I’ll listen to you next time,” Charlotte whispered, biting her lower lip seductively, as she met his hungry eyes while he passed around her again. What was his plan here?

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? This dynamic?,” his deep baritone voice whispered in her ear, as he leaned his body towards hers from behind, causing a rush to her already aching pussy. 

GOD YES. Not wanting to seem too eager, she simply nodded. 

“Very well,” he said, coming to a stop in front of her with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Kneel here in front of me. I’m sure you know what to do to make up for your disobedient behavior.”

Charlotte didn’t bother to hide her wicked smirk as she bent to the floor. She could hardly contain herself, this was unbearably erotic, and everything she craved. Her knees sank into the pile of the carpet in front of him, heat pooling in her core. 

Her eyes drifted to the bulge in front of her. He was so hard already. Hard for her. Professor Laufeyson looked down, a command in his eyes. He nodded, giving her the silent okay to proceed. 

With trembling hands, she reached up to his black slacks, gently unbuckling his belt and  unzipping his pants, reaching for the cock she so desperately craved. As she pulled it from its confinement, it sprang free, heavy and imposing. Her eyes widened– he was even bigger than she remembered.  She hadn’t gotten a good look in the alley, and now to see it– long and thick in the daylight of his office– was a lot. He was definitely a God.

As her hand wrapped around his girth, her fingers unable to fully encircle his width, the contrast between her pale fingers and his pink flushed skin sent another throb of arousal through her. The weight of him against her palm was substantial, the skin was soft, like velvet over steel. She gently pulled his foreskin down, exposing an engorged head, perfectly red and wanting. A bead of precum had formed at the tip, catching the daylight like a tiny crystal. 

She glanced up through her lashes to find Professor Laufeyson watching her with dark, patient eyes, his composure still intact despite the quickening rise and fall of his chest that betrayed his own anticipation. Charlotte’s mouth watered, eager and ready.

She ran her thumb experimentally over the head, spreading the wetness at the tip in a slow circle. His sharp intake of breath was barely audible, but in the quiet office, it registered like a shout. Encouraged by this small reaction, Charlotte smiled to herself and repeated the motion, adding slightly more pressure.

After several strokes, she leaned forward, her lips hovering just above the tip. His scent filled her senses as she extended her tongue, tasting him with a tentative lick that traced the sensitive underside of his cock from base to tip, savoring his salty musk.

This earned her a more pronounced reaction– a soft exhale that might have been the beginning of a breathy moan before he controlled it. Charlotte looked up again, finding Professor Laufeyson’s eyes had darkened further, his pupils expanded until only a thin ring of stormy blue remained. His smoldering gaze held hers as she repeated the action, this time taking the tip into her mouth.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Suck your professor’s cock.” His hand came to rest on the crown of her head, fingers threading through her hair in a touch that was both gentle and unmistakably controlling. Fuck. It’s like he was made to push all her buttons.

As Charlotte’s lips parted and she took Professor Laufeyson’s swollen dick deeper into her mouth, the weight of his hand on her head guided her movements. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, feeling his smooth shaft slide past her lips and against the warmth of her tongue. He was so huge, so perfect, and she sighed around his hardness, savoring the way he filled her mouth. Her eyes drifted forward with focus, the only visual was his crisp white shirt that had tucked into his pants.

Charlotte slipped her lips further down his shaft, taking almost half of his impressive length into her mouth, while her hand moved to cover the base of his shaft, sliding up and down where her mouth couldn’t reach. She established a careful rhythm, taking him as deeply as she comfortably could before retreating. Her free hand rested on his thigh for balance, and she could feel the taut quadriceps beneath the expensive fabric, the controlled strength he held in check.

Her tongue swirled around the ridge of his head, and his cock twitched inside of her mouth.  A salty tang of precum joined the taste of his warm skin, enveloping Charlotte’s senses. He tasted like heaven. She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction as she moved, and was rewarded with a low groan from above. 

“Good,” he murmured, “That’s it, Miss Baker. You were made for this. So eager to please. So willing to learn.” His voice dropped to a seductive purr, sending shivers down Charlotte’s spine. 

His breathing had grown more pronounced, intermixed with soft grunts, the careful control he maintained beginning to fray at the edges already. Loki’s hips began to slowly rock in time with her movements, a gentle fucking motion that heightened their shared arousal. Saliva pooled in her mouth, slipping down her chin in a cool trail as she took him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. 

“That’s it. You’re such a good little cock slut, aren’t you?” 

Charlotte whined around him at the demeaning language. God it was so fucking hot, she could feel herself getting wetter from his filthy language. The salty yet clean taste of his heavy cock was almost too much to bear, the high of the moment setting her body on fire, igniting nerves she hadn’t known existed. She wanted more of him; needed more of him inside of her. 

Relaxing herself, she took him even deeper into the hot cavern of her mouth, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat, eliciting a moan from both of them. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she felt a slight pinch in the corners of her mouth. 

“Perfect,” he breathed heavily. “Just like that.” The praise sent warmth cascading through Charlotte’s body, settling low in her abdomen with insistent heat. She felt a surge of pride at bringing this composed man to the edge of abandon. 

She could feel his muscles tensing through his pants as he struggled to maintain control. His breathing came harsh and ragged, and she knew he was getting close as she maintained a steady pace. She pressed her tongue against the soft spot at the base of the head, swirling it around the sensitive spot with devious intent.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. His hand in her hair pulled her even closer, until she felt herself gagging on him, a loud squelch echoing in the office. After a moment, he loosened his grip, allowing her to pull back and catch her breath, lips still connected at the tip. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the head swollen with his impending release.

Professor Laufeyson’s free hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the stretched corner of her lips where they met his flesh. Charlotte looked up at him without interrupting her motions, finding his eyes intent upon her face. His eyes were darkened to midnight, and for an instant, something unguarded flashed across his features, before she took him deeper again. His head tilted back, chin towards the ceiling and his lips parted with a deep growl.

“Yes, take it all. I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow it down that pretty throat,” he commanded, his hips pushing himself deeper. His controlled breathing had turned into heated grunts, his voice deep and strained as he urged her on. The sound of his pleasure echoed in the room, mingling with the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock.

“Don’t stop. Just like that. Don’t–”

With one final, forceful thrust, Professor Laufeyson tensed, a deep groan ripping from his throat while his hand tightened almost painfully in Charlotte’s hair. She felt his cock pulse in her hand and on her tongue as he came, his seed shooting against the back of her throat.  She swallowed reflexively, greedy for every drop of him. The salty tang filled her senses as she continued to suckle on him gently, milking every last drop down her throat from his contracting shaft. 

Loki’s rough voice murmured curses in a language she didn’t know as he rode his wave of pleasure, his hips still gently bucking. Charlotte kept her mouth wrapped around his cock, her lips and tongue working in concert, coaxing every last shudder, every involuntary twitch of pleasure from his body. She slowly eased her efforts, letting her mouth linger in a softer, gentler caress as the aftershocks tremored through him.

Above her, her professor’s chest heaved, his usually perfect composure shattered. His head bowed with eyes closed, a faint but genuine tremor in his thighs. His hand in her hair was gentler, stroking now rather than gripping.

She continued to gently lick and suck up his shaft, softly running her fingers up and down his length. Her eyes fixed on him as the waves of his pleasure gradually subsided, and his breathing steadied. She slowly removed her mouth from him with a “pop”, and brought her sleeve up to her chin to wipe the drool that had poured out of her mouth. She knew she looked a mess, but she didn’t care. 

Professor Laufeyson looked down at her, his expression dark yet somehow tender. His hand, which had gripped her hair with such authority moments before, now traced a gentle path along her cheek, thumb brushing across her lower lip. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. Charlotte gently captured his thumb in her teeth, and sucked on it, winking up at him. He let out a soft gasp, “Oh Norns, what am I going to do with you….”. 

Professor Laufeyson’s hand guided her away from his softening cock as he began to rectify his clothing. She watched as he tucked himself away with efficient movements that somehow maintained his dignity despite the circumstances. 

He bent down, his hands grasping her upper arms with gentle firmness, drawing her to her feet in one fluid motion. Before she could find her balance, his mouth claimed hers again in a gentle kiss. Their tongues explored each other again, but her heightened arousal made her push firmly against his body, her hands pulling at the back of his suit jacket as she increased the intensity of their kiss. 

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder than before. His eyes had darkened again– even though he just came, desire still simmered beneath the surface. She was absolutely soaking for him, and her thighs involuntarily clenched at his look. 

His hand moved from her face to gesture toward the leather couch. “Sit,” he suggested, though the word carried the weight of instruction rather than request.

Charlotte complied, her legs still unsteady as she made her way to the couch. She sank into its embrace, the cushions conforming to her body with expensive softness. She tucked her feet beneath her, suddenly conscious of the disparity in their states– her professor once again immaculately composed while she felt thoroughly disheveled, her hair a mess from his hands, her lips swollen. She self consciously ran her fingers through her hair, straightening the dampened strands his hands had gripped.

“Would you like a glass of water? A cup of tea?,” he asked, breaking the silence as he walked towards the cart in the corner– casually, as if he didn’t just have Charlotte on her knees, sucking his cock. The domesticity of it made her dizzy. Am I in a dream? 

She bit her lip to hold back a large smile, and leaned back against the couch. “Uh, tea would be nice. Thank you, sir,” she answered hoarsely, her throat still sore.

Loki turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “There’s no need for that at the moment, although I do enjoy it.” He winked, wicked and arrogant.

“Okay, Professor,” she replied, her voice shaking with a nervous laugh.

He chuckled, rough and warm. “And you may call me Loki. We have been together carnally, and hopefully, we will continue to do so?”

“Yes!” Charlotte blurted, then felt her cheeks heat at her eagerness. “I mean, yeah, I’d really like that.”

Loki’s smile widened. “As would I.” He stood still for a moment, one long finger caressing his bottom lip as he looked at her dreamily. “It would seem that there is a magnetism between the two of us that neither can ignore.”

Charlotte shifted on the couch, still achingly aware of her own arousal. “Yeah, I thought you hated me, but then…”

“Oh, I was quite cross with you, that is certain. But sometimes, Charlotte, these feelings represent something else entirely.”

The rational part of her mind, nearly drowned out by desire but still stubbornly present, reminded her of how much of an asshole he was to her when they first met. “You know, you never really apologized for the way you acted at the coffee shop. I know we called a truce after my paper thing, but to go forward with this, I’d really like an apology.” 

Damnit, Charlotte. 

Loki set the tea tray down on the coffee table in front of them, and took a seat on the couch next to her with a calculating look. Charlotte felt a momentary flutter of anxiety in her chest. Had she overstepped? 

“Right. I wasn’t at my best that day, was I?”

Charlotte shook her head gently, her eyes still locked on his, trying to read him. Loki softened slightly, a hint of something that might have been regret flickering across his features. “I apologize for treating you poorly,” he said, his voice losing some of its usual sharpness. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“Thank you, Loki,” she felt relief at his apology, and a thrill at saying his name. “So what was it?” she asked as he handed her a cup, emboldened by curiosity. “If it wasn’t hatred, what were those feelings?”

His eyes met hers over the rim of his cup, blue and penetrating. “Frustration,” he admitted. “Irritation at being challenged, certainly. But beneath that…” He paused, considering his words with care. “Beneath that was interest, intrigue.” A smile played at the corners of his mouth, not the condescending smirk she had grown familiar with, but something softer, more genuine. “You’ve been a delightful torment, Miss Baker. So bright, so defiant.” 

Charlotte felt the heat on her cheeks rise again as she looked down at her cup, watching the milk swirl in the dark tea. This professor– this former god, was telling her she aroused him. It was inconceivable. She wanted to jump his bones this instant, and fought herself to repress that need.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper,” she offered in return. “I get really mad when people are treated poorly…,” she trailed off, taking a sip of her tea.

“And that is a valuable quality,” Loki observed, his voice warming with what sounded like genuine admiration. “You were ready for a fight, all claws and teeth...but underneath that, you’re really soft, delicate. A mere little kitten.”

Her eyes met his again, and she smiled. Normally she’d balk at that descriptor, but coming from him, it felt like a badge of honor. The sun filtering through the partially closed blinds cast alternating bars of light and shadow across Loki’s features, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the depth of his eyes. Charlotte found herself mesmerized by the play of light, by the surreal quality of the moment.

Loki took another sip, before setting his cup back onto the table, shifting his body closer towards hers. “Now you must know that I am not looking for anything serious. But I would be interested in pursuing a casual liaison,” 

Charlotte felt a flicker of disappointment ignite in her chest, though she wasn’t sure what she had expected. “Okay, so just hooking up?” 

“Yes, though there are considerations,” he continued, his tone shifting to something more serious. “Parameters that would need to be established. We would meet only during my office hours: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. We will not exchange numbers or bring it any further than that.” 

Well, he had this planned out, didn’t he? Mr. “Rules Breaker” was suddenly very into rigid expectations. Three times a week didn’t seem like near enough.

“Oh, okay.” she said, unable to completely mask her disappointment. She took a sip of her tea, and reminded herself that something was better than nothing. That having Loki Laufeyson, even on his terms, was more than she had dared hope for just days ago.

“Will that not work for you?,” he asked, a slight furrow appearing between his brows. There was genuine concern in his question, a willingness to hear her objection that surprised her.

“No, yea, that’s fine. But what about, like, I could be your TA?,” she asked, hopeful for more access to him. 

Loki smiled, seeing through her flimsy pretext. “I have never required one, so if I were to take one now, it would raise suspicion. Me taking on a beautiful young woman as a TA? A bit obvious, wouldn’t you say?”

A knowing smile pulled at her lips as she thought of the gossip that would flood the halls. “Yea, you’re right. So, we would meet here, during office hours? But what if we get caught?”

Loki’s long arm reached for his tea cup again, his mouth curved into a mischievous smile. “That’s the fun of having an affair, isn’t it?”

He wasn’t wrong. The thrill of her coming to his office for him to fuck her was absolutely what she wanted. Charlotte couldn’t deny the heat that flushed in her pussy at the thought. “Yea…won’t people be suspicious, though? Me showing up here?”

“This hall isn’t used frequently,” Loki replied, gesturing vaguely towards the door and the corridor beyond. “I purposely chose this office for that reason.” 

“But we will need to be quiet,” he added, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. “We don’t need the students in the library to hear us”.

The implication sent another bolt of heat straight to her soaked cunt. He was already thinking about the sounds she would make when he took her, and was already planning for their future encounters. 

“Yea that makes sense,” she said, trying to subdue her rampant horniness.

A question bubbled up in her mind, one she wasn’t sure she should ask, but her curiosity got the better of her. She knew she needed to do it. “Um, so are you still seeing that woman– Mary?”

A chuckle escaped Loki, low and amused. “No, I am not.That ended after I fucked you in the alley,” he assured her, his tone lighter.

“Okay, good. Because I felt kind of bad about it, it wouldn’t be fair to her, unless she was okay with it…” the thought of sharing him made her stomach lurch.

Loki sipped his tea, watching her over the rim of his cup. “No, not to worry,” he said after swallowing. “I will not be seeing anyone else.” His look sharpened slightly, a hint of possessiveness entering his expression. “Will you be?”

“No,” she replied quickly, honestly. “There’s really no one. And I don’t have time, things are really ramping up here.”

“Of course,” Loki nodded. “And as for your grades in my class, you know that I cannot change them, right? That would be too obvious. I’ve already spent too much attention towards you in front of the other students, it would arouse greater suspicion.”

“As long as you’re not giving me an “F” again, we’re fine. Maybe a “B” once in a while?,” she shot him a playful smirk.

“Hm, we’ll see.”

“Even though I’m obviously your best student,” she continued to tease.

“You are…” Loki agreed, his voice dropping to that register that seemed to bypass her ears and resonate directly with her cunt. “In more ways than one. It turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing you’re my favorite?”

Charlotte blushed and looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. “Yea…” she admitted softly. He had a way of pulling out confessions she didn’t know she had.

“Charlotte,” Loki said, drawing her eyes back to his face. “Don’t be afraid of your own desires– there’s nothing wrong with them. And I’m looking forward to exploring them with you.” With smooth deliberation, he took her cup from her hand and set it on the table with his own. 

“Now, we’ve done enough talking,” he declared. There was a hunger in his stare that made Charlotte’s breath catch in her throat. “I have a class in an hour and before that I’d like to feast on your delicious cunt.”

Charlotte’s body responded instantaneously, a rush of wetness between her legs, a quickening of her pulse that seemed to echo in her ears. 

“Yes, sir,” she replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she eagerly reached out to pull him into a kiss.

-> Chapter 11- Sep 5

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