#nice loki

Okay, you try to calm yourself, taking deep breaths and trying to stay quiet. What could go wrong? What's the worst that could happen? What do you mean 'what could go wrong'?! you scold yourself. He could look at you like you're absolutely insane – laugh you out of the tower – embarrassingly turn you away.

"Y/N," Loki's voice interrupts your thoughts, having opened the door and leaning against the frame. "You've been pacing outside my door for twenty minutes now," he informs you.

You blush harder than you ever have before.

"I'm sorry," you rapidly yelp out. "I didn't, uh, um, you know – well, I didn't -,"

Loki laughs at your frazzled state. "Calm down," he tries to soothe you walking out into the hallway and placing his hands on your shoulders. "What's going on?" he asks you with genuine concern. "Is everything alright?"

The ability to speak flees from your brain, and the only thing you can do is stand there – gaping at the God of Mischief.

You exhale a deep breath. "Could I, uh, could we talk?"

Loki raises an eyebrow, confused at your request, but he leads you into his room anyway and closes the door behind you.

"You have my full attention," Loki says as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

"Good," your voice shakes, and you make your way towards him. You stand before him, and his blue eyes look up to search yours. "I've been...uh, thinking, and...well, we've been dating for a little while now...and I just wanted to know...do you think we're moving fast enough...maybe too fast...anything?"

Loki cocks his head, trying to figure out where you're going with this weirdness. "I'm...well...I want to move as fast or slow as you're comfortable with. What is going on with you?" You return to the door and turn the lock, wanting to make sure that no one can barge in. Loki watches you intently, still trying to decode your actions and words. You breathe so heavily that you're unable to turn back around to face him, so Loki stands from the bed and walks up behind you – watching you like a predator stalks its prey. "Y/N," he says in a low, threatening tone – sending shivers up your spine. "What are you doing?" he wasn't asking this time – he was demanding an answer from you. Loki easily reads your body's reaction to his ever-growing, seductive voice, and a small smirk begins to spread across his face. Gently, he reaches his left hand to the front of your shoulder and pulls the little bit of hair that lies there to place it behind your ear – exposing the top of your shoulder and the top neck. All you can do is close your eyes and try to focus on breathing, but your knees almost go out when you feel his mouth make contact with the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. Luckily, Loki's other hand snakes around your waist and holds your back to him – keeping you on your feet as he softly kissing your shoulder and up and down your neck. "Is this what you wanted?" he purrs in your ear. You slowly nod your head and let out a small moan, and he chuckles deeply – the vibrations you can feel in your back.

With your right hand, you reach back and hold the back of Loki's head, tangling your fingers in his dark locks and holding him to your soft skin as his small kisses turn into little bites followed by sucking. Unfortunately, the act of his growing affection causes your nerves to return in full force – stronger than they were before. Loki notices this, and he stops his devouring of your neck.

"No," you weakly whine and try to push his face back to your skin. "Please -,"

"Y/N," he interrupts, "what's wrong? Talk to me." Finally, you sigh and turn around to face him, and his gorgeous eyes are filled with concern. You try to get the words to come out, but they won't, so Loki grabs your hand and walks you back over to his bed to sit with him. Loki sits on your left, and you both turn so you can make eye contact. "Please."

Your cheeks caught on fire. It was now or never. "I...I want you to...you know...take my...my virginity," you finally whisper, looking away from him and down into your lap.

You hear Loki exhale in surprise and confusion. "What?" he asks, needing to be sure he heard you right.

Eyes filling with tears, you look up to look at him, and you repeat yourself. "I want you to take my virginity, Loki."

Loki's lips were immediately on yours, and he gently lay you down on his bed and hovers over you – looking deep into your eyes.

"Are you certain about this?" he asks, stroking your cheek with affection. "I don't want you to regret this."

"I won't," you say through shaky breaths. "Loki, I've loved you and wanted this since we went on our first date," you confess. "I'm ready for us to take this step."

Loki smiles. "I never imagined my feelings would be reciprocated."

"You...you mean...you love me?" you ask, feeling even more nervous than before.

"I do...I do love you," Loki smiles before taking your lips again. Although the two of you have been together for a little while, the most you've ever done is give him and let him give you a basic peck on the lips. Loki figures out quickly that you're extremely inexperienced in sexual acts – even making out is a foreign feeling to you. Loki tries to nudge your mouth open by licking your lips, but you don't seem to understand what he's trying to do. Finally, he removes his lips and places a bite on your neck – causing you to moan. He takes that opportunity to swallow your moan and explore your mouth with his tongue. You try to follow along with him the best you can, and Loki chuckles at your innocent attempts. "Relax," he says in a quiet and drawn-out voice, trying to calm your nerves. "Just...let yourself lose control," he urges, moving on from your lips to the bit of cleavage visible with your shirt on. "Let me guide you into an abyss of pleasure," you continue to moan at his words. "Give me your body – your trust – let me make you feel good."

"Will you hurt me?" you eventually manage to say in a wimpy voice. Loki immediately halts his barrage of kisses and looks up to face you – sincerity all over his face.

"Baby girl," he begins with a serious yet loving tone, grabbing your face with his hands and wiping your small tears away, "I will never do anything to purposely harm you, okay?" You nod your head, but he isn't done. "The only thing you need to do is tell me to stop, and I will stop immediately. No questions asked," he places a peck on your lips. "You're giving me one of the most precious gifts you have to give, and I will do whatever I need to prove that I'm worthy enough to receive it – this level of trust." This time, you pull him to your lips and hold him tightly. Loki's hands go from your face, then down your sides, and then stop at the hem of your shirt. His fingers play with the fabric, and he pulls away from you – waiting for you to give him the go-ahead.

"Do it," you whisper out – consenting for him to remove your top.

Loki gently takes it off your body and tosses it across the room. He's immediately in awe of your breasts – the perfect size for his hands, being covered by your green, lacy bra. He peppers your chest and top of your breasts with loving kisses, and you take his hands – moving them behind you for him to unhook the contraption. Loki has it unhooked with one motion, and you help him take it off your body and toss it as well.

"My baby girl," he says, absolute amazement in his eyes. "Oh, you're absolutely perfect."

You giggle, and Loki slowly takes a nipple into his mouth – sucking on it and leaving more of his love bites. His hands hold your breasts like they are fragile works of art and might break at any moment.

You tug at his shirt, wanting him to take it off, and so he lets you pull it over his shoulders, and like everything else, it's thrown across the room. Your hands explored his toned body – his perfectly sculpted abs and the small scars that decorated his pale skin. He moaned as you placed your own love marks on him and kissed his chest. You feel his bulge rub your thigh as he moved, and the fire inside your stomach grew hotter – but your nerves grew as well. Loki's hands go to your hips, and you nod for him to slide your shorts off. He chuckles at the green, lacy panties that matched the bra you had been wearing, and you instantly guide his hand to the hem and guide them off your body. Finally, you lay completely bare before the god, and he looks at you like something he has never seen before. You giggle innocently at his awestruck expression and rub your foot on his bulge. Loki grins, and he snaps his fingers – getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

At that moment, your giggles die, and your eyes widen. Loki doesn't seem to notice, and he goes back to hovering over you, but before he can get too close, you raise your hand up and block him by pushing on his chest.

"Loki," you whined, "stop."

Instantly, Loki stops, and he pulls you into his arms.

"What is it, my love?" he asks, worried that he hurt you, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you answer. "I'm just – I'm scared."

Loki rests his forehead to yours. "Baby girl, we don't have to do this if you're not ready," he reminds you in a caring voice.

"No," you quietly refute. "No, I mean, I want to," you insist, "but I'm just – will it hurt?"

"For a bit," Loki answers you honestly with care in his eyes. "But, my love, I will do everything I can to make sure it doesn't last long."

You swallow hard and nervously shake your head. "I trust you," you whispered. He places a deep kiss on your lips.

Loki smiles softly. "I'm not going to just force myself into you, alright? If you're okay with it, I would be most grateful for a taste of my goddess. It will help loosen you up a bit as well."

Those words relight that fire in your core, and you feel the wetness between your thighs start to build again.

"Okay," you breathe out, and Loki starts trailing kisses down your body – starting from your face and going down to the short, small hairs that protect the untouched treasure you hold between your thighs. Loki's hand slowly moves to separate your thighs, and he tells you to relax your body. You nod and try your best to give him control over your body. Loki pushes your thighs apart and holds them down onto the comforter. You hear him let out another awestruck gasp, and you open your eyes to see the look on his face. The look plastered on the God of Mischief's face turns you on even more, and he looks up at you to see you innocently biting your bottom lips with begging eyes.

Loki lay down between your thighs and takes in your scent. Your scent drives him crazy, and before you can think about his reaction, his mouth is covering your aching core. You gasp and reach for something to grab as he works his tongue in between your folds, over your clit, and inside your virgin entrance. He gently bites your clit and sucks for a few seconds, and you let out the loudest moan so far – causing Loki to chuckle, which only adds to the pleasure.

"You're delicious," he growls, slowing down to savor your taste. "So pure," lick, "untouched," lick, "innocent." His mouth is back on you in full force, and your body starts shaking involuntarily.

Loki enters a finger into your entrance, and you yelp at the sensation. Your back arches off the bed as he curls it inside you – hitting the perfect spot – along with sucking on your throbbing nub.

"Loki," you moan, feeling his arm hold your hips down. "Loki, I'm – I feel," you try to speak through panting breaths.

He grins up at you. "Just let go, baby girl," he purrs before returning his attention to your throbbing cunt. Without a second thought, you trust him, and you let the tight feeling inside your lower stomach snap, and your hands grab onto Loki's hair – pulling his flush against his mouth – coming onto his tongue and face. Your sight goes blank, and the world around you fades away as you let yourself get lost in the pleasure he had promised. Loki's moaning against your juices and swallowing all that you can give him as he guides you through your orgasm. He doesn't wait for you to come back to Earth before crawling up your body and holding your face in his hands as his fingers continue to work you over. "Do you want me inside you, baby girl?"

"Yes," you moan out as your orgasm is still surging through your body.

Loki knows that it will be less painful if he enters you while your body is orgasming. He tightly wraps you in his arms, and you gasp as you feel his cock start sliding into you. Loki promised to do everything in his power to help with the pain, so he doesn't stop when he feels resistance – he knows that if he does, it will just be more painful for you.

"It's okay, baby girl," Loki whispers sweetly when he hears you cry and shake. "I've got you. Just hang on for me." You tearfully nod into his chest as he holds your head to him, and your nails start scratching his back deeply, which encourages him to hurry up and sheathe himself in you. You can feel the tearing, and you're pretty sure there's some blood, but you know this won't last forever. "There we go," Loki exhales, stilling in you and letting you adjust. "Look, baby," he says, taking your hand down to where you're one, "I'm in." You smile at the feeling of being connected with him, and you capture his lips with yours. Eventually, Loki moves very slowly, stretching you a little more. You finally give him the go-ahead to thrust slowly, so he starts moving in and out of you slowly yet deeply. "Oh, I love you," he moans in your ear, your warmth consuming him. "I love you, I love your pussy – oh – you're so tight around me." His dirty whispers turn you on more and more the more he speaks.

"Is that so?" you ask, returning his sinful words. "I love you – love your cock."

Loki chuckles darkly and kisses you once more. "Your pussy is mine now," he growls. "No one else will ever have it."

"I don't want anyone else to have it," you purr, the pain finally subsiding and the pleasure taking over. "Oh my God, Loki."

"That's right, baby girl," he bites your neck, "I am your God."

"Yes, you are," you agree through your panting breaths. "Loki, I -,"

"Let go," he orders you quietly. "Don't hold your sounds back from me – prove to me that I'm bringing you the pleasure my goddess deserves – come around my cock."