#marvel's loki

It was advised to never travel during the nightfall or even alone, for the monsters would come and devour you. But here you were, bound by the large sacred tree, blindfolded, awaiting your death as you were chosen to be the sacrifice.

Red, the villagers called you for the crimson coat you often wore when you ventured out into the village. You’re naught but a simple woman living alone near the edge of the village. Your isolation sparked rumors of witchcraft. They feared you, yet your presence enticed them. Perhaps it was the way you look, or perhaps it was the way you kept to yourself that sparked their curiosity. Whatever it was, they made it more than clear that you were not welcomed.

Your body shivered, teeth chattered as another freezing wind blew past you. The coldness seeped to your very bone. Your mind drifted to an old tale your grandmother used to tell you about an old God who roamed this forest. 

She said he fell to Earth like a falling star, crashing into the very spot that has become the forest itself. His skin was as blue as the sky, eyes were as red as the blood, and he was as tall as the tree. He rarely made himself known to humans, but when he did, he sometimes took the form of a great serpent, and sometimes he took the form of a mare. His most common form of all was a great black wolf with eyes that were so green, they were almost glowing. You really thought it was just another fairytale to scare you when you were a child. Now that you were here though, it felt more real than ever.

The crunching of the twigs made you stiffen suddenly. Your heart was beating heavily against your chest as you strained against your binding. You became hyper-aware of your intruder now. Whatever this thing was, it was getting closer. You were holding your breath at this point, anticipating till the blindfold ripped your face.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to readjust your eyesight to a tall shadow standing right in front of you. 

“And what do we have here?” His voice was smooth like velvet. Each word sent a tremor through you, awakening something inside of you that you’ve never felt before. He was crouching now till his eyes were leveled with yours. You blinked some more to meet his captivating emerald eyes. His inky black hair was in contrast to his pale skin, making him look more like a phantom than a man. His features were refined and perfect. Not a single scar nor flaw to be found. He looked almost other-worldly.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly. You didn’t know whether it was from sheer panic alone or was it from the cold wind that bit into your skin, but your body buzzed with a sudden surge of energy. 

“Well, your savior, of course.” An amused smile quirked at the corner of his lips. He looked too handsome if there was such a thing. The men in your village were rugged and rough, but this man was different. He was so pristine that you felt as if this was some sort of hallucination.

“Well, I’m still tied up, so I don’t believe I am saved yet.”

The handsome stranger chuckled softly before he made a quick work of a thin dagger in his hand and swiftly cut your binding before he stood up and sheathed the gleaming metal back into its leather holster. You rubbed your wrist gently, trying to massage the blood back into your hands. 

“Thank you,” you looked up to him. Your teeth chattered as your body trembled terribly from the cold.

The handsome stranger quickly unbuckled the heavy cloak and draped it over your form. You hissed by the sudden warmness, but most of all your body quivered by the inviting smell that lingered heavily in your nostril. He smelled of pine and earth, the sort of smell that reminded you of a warm and comfortable place.

“You don’t even know me, yet you saved me.”

The man chuckled softly as he adjusted the black leather gloves on his hands. The more you look at him the more you feel like you’re dreaming. There was no way anyone could be this gorgeous. 

“My name is Y/N, but you can call me Red…” you mumbled softly. You didn’t expect him to hear or do anything about it.

“Why Red?”

“Because I used to wear this worn-out cloak that my grandmother gave me, and well, that’s all they know me for.”

“You look better in green, to be honest,” he flashed you an amused smile that made your cheeks burn. “You can call me Loki.” His eyes seemed to soften at the way you seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as warmness slowly enveloped you.

“Loki…” you tested the name on your lips. Strange the name felt familiar to you, yet you couldn’t remember what it was. “How can I ever repay you?”

Loki thought for a moment, his gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then down. “What can you possibly offer me, my sweet?”

You chewed on your lips momentarily. You could clearly hear the condescending tone in his voice, and he was absolutely right. What can you possibly have that can amount to what he just did for you? 

“I can only offer you my servitude, my lord.” It was hard to not call him a lord. He was so poised and proper. The way he smoothly got up to his feet, or the way he spoke was anything but ordinary. The word just came out on its own. “All my belongings were taken from me, so I am left with nothing, I’m afraid. A lifetime of my servitude is all I can offer you.”

This seemed to catch his attention by the way his dark brows quirked. Loki crouched down once more as he captured your chin in between his gloved fingers. “Ah…this just got more interesting…” His emerald eyes seemed to sparkle even under the dim light of the silvery moon. “Not a bad offer for me, I suppose. But what about you?”  

You felt heat creeping up to your face as your heart raised the more you looked at his eyes. His voice sent tremors through you, making the area between your thighs ache. There was no denying that he was a handsome lad, but there was also a dangerous edge to him as well that made the hair at the back of your neck stand. 

“What about me?”

“You do not know what I am, or what I can do. Yet, you offer yourself so freely to me…If I can guess, you do not wish to return to your village.”

You can feel your face heated when he spoke those words out loud. Your chest ached at the word. “To them, I am a witch,” you said softly. Your gaze now fell to the ground. “They accused me of being something I am not. And to be honest with you, they treated a whore better than they treated me,” you laughed bitterly before your expression changed back to your serious one. “I can be your servant–a maid if you want me too, or perhaps something more if you find me suitable enough to warm your bed…as long as I don’t have to go back there. They will find a reason to get rid of me again.”

Loki chuckled as he crouched down once more till his face was only a few inches away from yours. You could feel the heat radiated off of him, and his scent was intoxicating, making your head spin. His eyes searched yours and it was hard to not feel some sort of way when you looked deep into those beautiful eyes of his. “Once I accepted this offer, you can never go back, remember that.” 

You nodded.

With that, Loki picked you up in his arms and started to walk as if you weighed nothing. There was no grunting, nor was there any huffing. You didn’t feel the muscles of his arms straining. Instead, it felt like both of you were gliding across the forest floor. 

“W-What are you doing?” You didn’t panic, but there was a distinct nervousness in it. Perhaps you were too numb by now. It couldn’t possibly be any worse than being devoured by the monsters that lurk among the trees.

“You offered your lifetime of servitude to me, and I agreed.”

“But why are you carrying me?”

“Simply take care of what is mine now,” he said briefly, not even looking at you at this point. “Plus, I do not think you are in any shape to walk with no shoes on, let alone with those nasty cuts on your feet.” 

“So what will I be?”

“You will be whatever I see fit.” His brief answer did nothing to ease your mind, and Loki felt your uneasiness. “For now, you will be my pet, so allow me to take care of you.”

“Loki…” you said his name again, then you suddenly remembered where you heard the name. 

Loki, he was called. The Trickster God. They said he showed up as a handsome lad with viridescent eyes and hair as black as the night to those he finds interesting. But be warned, for he will try to spirit you away.

“Oh God,” you muttered out loud as the words of your grandmother echoed. “You’re the god they were talking about. The Great Wolf…the Trickster God.”

Loki chuckled. “This is why you should never offer anything to a stranger.”

You could see that mischievous glint in his eyes, and in the back of your fucked up mind, you were curious about it. Your mind wondered whether someone as ethereal as him would ever find you attractive enough to bed you, or perhaps having something more. 

“I was your offering regardless of whether I agree to serve you or not, so why did you go through all the trouble of helping me?”

Loki didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, he continued to walk as if he was hiding something behind those viridian eyes.

The rest of the journey back to his compound was in silence. Occasionally, you stole a glimpse or two at your new master. A part of you was terrified at the prospect of being his pet, but another part of you was curious about what he wanted. He carried you into a large washroom with a tub already filled with steaming hot water. The smell of lavender oil lingered heavily in the air, instantly soothing your weary bones. You expected him to leave you to bathe alone of course, but he simply stood there as if he was waiting for you.

“My lord…”

“Undress,” he said firmly as he stood there with hands behind his back. You swallowed at the way those commanding words suddenly made the area between your thighs throbbed terribly. Your hand shakily undo your bodice. Slowly piece by piece as his gaze burned into yours. Your cheeks burned and your heart raised from the mere idea of being watched. Once you were bare before him, Loki took a few steps forward, taking your chin between his gloved fingers.

“Surely, you don’t expect me to undress myself, pet.” 

You swallowed as you quickly tried to undo his garment with trembling and clumsy hands. The sound of your heartbeat was almost deafening at the way you struggled to maintain your composure. Loki gestured to you to get into the tub, and you compiled without a single word.

The candlelight made the water golden. Your thought was running rampant with images of being taken by him in this very tub. It was hard to not think about it when your gaze briefly lingered on his manhood. The captivation about his size suddenly plagued your mind. You were no virgin, but you also have never met a god face to face before, let alone a naked one. How did one prepare oneself for a god?

“Your mind is wondering,” his smooth velvety voice came behind you. You didn’t know when but he had comfortably seated himself behind you. Your face was growing warmer when you could feel his growing length pressed against your back. 

“Yes.”

Loki hummed softly, urging you to continue.

“I’m trying to understand what my offer means to you.”

“You will be whatever I see fit,” he said again as his large hands slowly run up and down your arms, sending shivers down your spine. Loki now rested his chin on your shoulder, and you felt your breath hitched in your throat. “For now, I want you to be my pet to play with.”  His breath was practically brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice was slowly making you wet. It was simply unfair by the effect he had on you.

“Shh…” he pressed his lips against your jawline as his hand drifted down to your breasts. Loki begins to gently roll your nipples between his fingers, twisting them and rubbing them till they harden. You moaned shakily as your head fell back on his shoulder. His fingers continued to tease the taut peaks. You could feel him smiling as he pressed his kisses along your jawline. Surely, he knew the kind of effect he had on you.

“Darling, you're already so wet for me,” he whispered softly against your ears as his fingers drifted down to your aching pussy. He was probing you and teasing your swollen clit with his long slender fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Loki…Please,” you begged softly as you found yourself spreading your legs wider for him. Loki's smile widened, clearly pleased at the way you gave yourself so willingly to him.

“That’s it, pet. Open yourself to me.” You replied with some mumbling nonsense as he plunged a long, slender finger inside you. You hissed in unison as Loki felt your pussy tighten around his digit. “You’re so warm and tight, pet,” he hissed between his breaths as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. “Let's see if you can take another one,” he smirked against your skin as he plunged another finger inside you. A long, drawn-out moan escaped from your lips as you gently rolled your hips against his fingers, practically fucking yourself to his knuckle. “That’s it, my sweet. Show me how you like to be fucked.” 

You cried softly in his arms when he slowly rubbed his thumb over your clit, eliciting more pleasure through you that all you could do was to moan out his name. This pleased him greatly, and he couldn’t help but push you further and closer to the edge.

Your legs twitched suddenly when you felt his fingers curled against that one spot. If he continued to do this, you surely would—

But your thoughts and pleasure were interrupted when Loki removed his fingers so suddenly. You couldn’t help but whine softly against his arms, but your new master quickly amended this loss when he suddenly shoved his fingers right into your mouth.

You moaned lowly, sucking on his digits eagerly, imagining yourself sucking on his cock, which was pressing against your back quite firmly. Judging by the feel of it, he was long and thick. And you were more than eager to welcome him.

“Such a good pet you are,” he cooed softly. “Are you imagining yourself sucking on my cock, darling?”

You nodded eagerly as your tongue licked along with his fingers while you rubbed your back against his swollen member.

Loki hissed before he quickly turned you around till you were facing him. You looked at him with an unbashful expression as you wrapped your hand around his stiff cock, slowly stroking the velvety, hardness.  His cock jerked and his mouth hung agape. Loki allowed himself to indulge. His head tipped back. His inky black hair fell like a cascade of black silk against the edge of the porcelain tub. He looked straight out of a painting.

You noticed the way his eyes glossed over when you brushed your thumb over the slit of his cock. Flickering of the amber light glimmered against the soft glow of his emerald eyes. He was breathless and panting the more you teased his length. Each stroke seemed to send him closer to the edge. The only noise that he could make was soft hissing. 

You, a mortal woman managed to reduce a god to a panting mess.

You could feel yourself throbbing and aching the more you touched him. You could feel yourself sucking in your breath each time Loki shuddered in your hands, and you wanted nothing more than to indulge yourself. 

You looked at Loki with silent permission before you grabbed hold of his length and slowly sank down onto his shaft. A unison hiss escaped from both of your lips as you slowly moved up and down his length. He was so big and so long that it took all of you to move up and down his length. Loki watched you with hooded eyes as if he was in a trance. His hands gripped your hips, supporting you and assisting you whenever you lost your footing. Your movements made the water in the tub slosh and spill onto the floor.

Your stomach tightened the more you moved. Each friction took you closer to the edge. You knew it wouldn’t be long till you reach your release, and you were sure Loki felt it too. As you were about to orgasm though, Loki quickly pulled you. You stared at him with shock. He only replied with a smirk.

“Not yet, my dear,” he winked before you found yourself laying on top of his lush bed. You breathed heavily as you tried to adjust to the dizziness of being materialized from one room to another. 

Loki was at the foot of the bed, staring at you with hunger. You felt like his prey by the way those eyes watched you so closely. He curled his finger, commanding you to move toward him. You complied without questions. 

You rolled onto your stomach and propped yourself on your elbows. The flickering light from the candlelight bathed his skin with red and gold, casting both of your shadows along the wall. You looked up to meet his gaze. There was no denying now about the growing hunger between the two of you. You licked around the crown as your hand slowly pumped up and down his length a couple of times before opening your lips to suck the head of his cock inside your mouth. He was hard, and silky smooth all at once, enveloped in simmering fire, and you’re not afraid to get burned by him.

Loki’s mouth hung open as he grabbed you by the back of your head, urging you to take him further. Your mouth ached as you try to accommodate his size. Your cheeks hollowed, sucking him harder as your hands worked along his stiffness, making Loki see stars.

“Hmmm, I love your mouth as much as your pussy, pet,” he murmured as his head tipped back, hand gripping the nape of your neck in place as he bucked his hips forward, plunging his cock in and out of your mouth, making you gagged in the process. Tears were streaming down your cheeks the more he fucked your mouth. 

As you felt like you were about to faint, Loki pulled away and turned you around, positioning his cock at your aching entrance.

“Shhh….” Loki leaned in till your legs were folded against your chest while he entered you with ease. You bit down on your lips as he began to move–slowly at first before he slowly quickened his pace. You found yourself grabbing onto the sheet, bunched it up in your hands as you tried to hold on to what’s left of your reality. It was too much and not enough all at once. He was filling you to the brim, yet you wanted more–you wanted to be filled with him till you can’t feel anything anymore, and Loki knew by the way you moaned out his name and the way you begged to be filled with his cum.

The pleading only encouraging him further the more he fucked you. The lewd sound of your moanings and skin slapping filled the room as he was balls deep inside you. You were a moaning mess the more his thrusts became erratic. You could feel every inch of him moving in and out of you at such a brutal pace. It was overwhelming all at once, and you knew you wouldn't last long. 

His hunger was insatiable. It was almost explosive, igniting a flame inside you the more he moved. You lost it though when he reached between your sweat slicked bodies and rubbed at your swollen nub. 

“Yes!” he growled as he felt your wall flutter around his cock. “Cum for me, pet. Let me feel your cunt squeeze around my cock,” he panted as he thrust forward with powerful motions, sending the bed crashing against the wall.

You couldn’t hold out anymore when your body was so famished with needs. Loki was hammering into you, stretching your pussy with his girth. Your back arched forward as everything inside you tightening before you’re burst. You cried out, trying to pull him closer as your wall clamped around him.

“That’s it, pet. Squeeze on my cock,” he grunted as he moved quicker and harder in and out of your spent body. A low guttural noise escaped from his lips as he came, spurring his milky white seed into you. Your body jerked and twitched when you felt him pumping you through his release.  

Loki coughed himself before he could crush you, and rolled over onto his back. You were gasping for air at this point. Perspiration slick your body as you stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for your body to come down from the high.

Loki pulled a heavy fur blanket atop of you as he pulled you to his body. The warmth made it difficult to keep your eyes open as exhaustion overtook you. Loki felt your body relax as you laid there in his arms, clearly passed out from exhaustion.

He listened to your snoring softly as your smaller form burrowed into his. A part of him felt guilty. He was a god, for fuck sake. He was a powerful, majestic being, yet here he shivered at the admission of his crime. Perhaps what he did was out of bound, but he ran out of patience. 

He wanted you the moment he laid eyes on you that one fateful day, when you rescued him from the hunter trap when he took the form of a wolf pup. Your kindness touched him to the very core that he had to come up with something to bring you to him. And so, he disguised himself as a blind monk, convincing the villagers to offer you as his sacrifice, or they would feel the wrath of the old Trickster God. Filled with desperation and hatred toward you, the villagers did just that. His plan fell into place so smoothly like he predicted, but he did misjudge villagers’ cruelty.

He should apologize and perhaps tell you the truth–the real truth of how you came under his possession, but the moment you touched him, those words seemed to melt into nothingness. To admit that he orchestrated your whole demise would only pull you away from him, and he couldn’t allow that. 

You didn’t have to fret though, because you would be with him forever. No one could hurt you now, and if they did, they would suffer the wrath of the Great Black Wolf. The Trickster God.

Loki placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he quietly got out of bed. His pale skin slowly faded into a deep azure. His eyes turned blood red. Golden jewelry adorned his body along with the golden horn helmet he was known for. Loki turned, watching you once over before he walked out of the chamber door.