#og loki

The handsome fool.

That sexy bastard.

The quite possible death of you god. 

You sat gripping the table’s edge in front of you, the white cloth wrinkling under your fingers the more they clenched and shook. Your eyes danced as if you were drunk and you had a mild head throb while it stayed in rhythm with your cunt.

Breakfast wasn't as you expected at all.. Although it started out lovely. You should have known the asshole was going to try something. At least you found a few things out..

He had thought you were going to try to talk to Frigga about freeing you from being Loki’s slave. Now you understood a bit more on why he was upset that you had run into her- the man was literally self continuous about losing you. Aww.

There was also the fact that you weren't quite any closer to going home than how you were now. At least you managed to find out that his relationships with his father and brother were pretty much the same in most stories. You thought growing your trust with him was working by remaining obedient.. Now it seems to have gone down the toilet since he has this idea that you are trying to change the laws of Asgard.

Not that freeing slaves would be a bad thing, that definitely needs to be clarified the next chance you got. Yet how were you going to get closer to changing this man when he was constantly paranoid about you? ..then again if he was, aka terrified to lose you by going through all this hassle when most would just get a new slave.. Did Loki.. love you? 

No, that's crazy.. But then again, he was crazy.. He could love you, this was all maybe his sick twisted way of showing it.. But how did that help you? How were you supposed to get home?

You felt the fabric get pulled right from under your fingers before you heard a crashing sound, bringing you out of your thoughts. You saw Loki’s free hand casually resting behind his back while the other had gripped the corner of the table cloth and pulled it right off the table, sending everything to the floor while the now clear piece of furniture sat before you.

Your body tensed and already knew where this was going..

‘’L-Loki- now.. Lets just- wait a minute..’’ you tried, your hands moving to grasp nervously at the arms of the chair while he slowly walked around the very thing he had cleared.

‘’You wish for answers love, I have given you them. I do not wish to further this conversation about my father, mother, and especially not my brother. I have gained only part of your truths about trying to free yourself from me and yet.. It isn't quite the truth..’’ 

Yes and no. 

Loki's hands harshly grabbed the arms of your chair, your own hands being pulled back into your lap automatically while his nose brushed against yours. He was so goddamn tall.. His cape practically shields any other view of your vision while you feel yourself feel smaller and smaller before him. He was scary like this.. In all the best ways but you gulped nervously with your eyes straining to look at him.

‘’..what did you do to me?” you mumbled, trying to focus on your breathing while his eyes looked over your face, almost assessing before they dipped down to your cleavage. 

‘’I think you know darling but let me elaborate a bit more.’’ he said darkly, his face remaining expressionless while one of his hands raised to use a fingertip to begin tracing the pillowed parts of your breasts. 

‘’I am the god of lies. No one has ever been able to successfully go undetected,’’ his eyes flicked back to yours and his hand stilled. ‘’Until now.’’

You were drugged. You have been kidnapped and used- in several- pleasurable- ways. You have been wanting proper sleep, proper clothes, a proper meal- all without being interrupted, stalked, hunted or fucked. Your eyes narrowed at the god before you, perhaps using the foreign substance as liquid courage but prayed you didn't live to regret it.

‘’Does it pain you to have such hidden knowledge wrack your brain? Does it drive you mad having that itch that there is finally something you can't figure out?’’ you hissed, your body tensing when his eyes narrowed and you felt his hand slowly travel from your breasts, up until he slowly began wrapping his hand around your neck. By the time your hands moved, he already squeezed.

‘’Giving up are we? I knew there was something, and I quite admire you for being able to conceal something so well from the god of lies.’’ Loki smirked, clearly unaffected by how you clawed at his wrist to remove his hand from blocking your wind pipe. ‘’However,’’ his eyes narrowed and he took a step back when his stretched arm effortlessly lifted you up to your feet. ‘’Enough games.’’

He suddenly spun you around and quite literally tossed you onto the table as if it were the mattress. Your arms landed above your head while you lay flat on your back, legs dangling off the side in front of him where he was quick to move and grasp your knees, making sure you didn't close them. ‘’You are going to tell me the truth.’’

‘’What's the point? You already have me at your will and disposal, nothing else matters right?” you snapped, raising to your elbows before you were laid back down when Loki yanked you forward more so your mid thighs were dangling off the table now, his body right in between. 

‘’I am your master, nothing gets hold back from me.’’ he hissed.

‘’Yeah, not even my facial expressions or thoughts.’’ you huffed sarcastically and raised your head to glare at him. ‘’I do not belong to you.’’

‘’So there is someone-’’ Loki hissed, throwing your dress up to reveal your- somehow- dripping cunt. ‘’Did they take you already? Was it a guard? The Innerkeeper-’’

‘’No one!” you yelled, pushing your dress layers out of your face he had thrown up and propped yourself up on your elbows again, your eyes nervously trying not to glance down at his hands that began freeing his hard erection. ‘’I belong to no one! I’m a person, i have thoughts, feelings, emotions, i’m-’’

‘’We’ve been through this Y/N, you are my property now. What is it you are hiding from me?” he demanded, his hand giving a few generous strokes to his monster while his other hand stayed gripping your shaking thigh. 

‘’You wouldnt fucking believe me anyway.’’ you snapped, your nails digging into the inside of your palms in frustration and anticipation of what was to come. 

Loki scoffed and looked at you for a moment with a pause. ‘’Please.’’ he said sarcastically.

Your eyes glared at him, heart racing while all you wanted to do was collapse from this dizzying state. You felt like you were forcing yourself to be sober, causing a headache to nag in your skull while you took deep breaths. He wanted the truth? Would that set you back a few years of being free? He might think you were crazy and lock you up after all, maybe even have you killed for the way you were talking to him. 

You decided to look away from him while he stepped a little bit closer, trying to use his presence to intimidate you while you heard him exhale in frustration. 

‘’Look at me.’’ he snapped.

You stayed put, your body shaking and tense while you felt him run the tip of his cock through your folds, mostly to get your attention you denied him.

‘’Look at me Y/N.’’ he barked, making you flinch but you still gave him nothing.

You were scared, doing your best to hide it while also juggling with everything else. What was the point? He fucks you anyway and you were stuck here. There was no way this damn plot line was to fix this man- it was clearly impossible because all it got you was being constantly accusted of stuff, or fucked. Literally. Your heart ached, something else came to mind that had your features soften and change to more so, sorrow.

You turned your head to look at him and you dare say his actions made him pause, a startled look coming to his face while a tear ran down your cheek. You couldn't recognize him.. This god.. This man before you.. Where was your lover that proved that chivalry wasn't dead? The man who snuck into your room late at night just to talk for hours? The god who protected you from who knows what in the gardens of the palace? 

‘’Loki..’’ you whispered, almost calling to him but beyond the man before you. To the man you loved that took form in thousands of stories before this one, between the lines, the myths, the words.. Where was your Loki?

Your lip quivered and your heart began to race more, your chest rising and falling quite noticeably and you could have sworn you saw a debate cross Loki’s features of what to do next. He tried breaking eye contact, gazing at your dripping cunt and stroking himself to stay hard while you seemed to play with his thoughts. His eyes looked back at you, wide, his breathing almost as fast as yours before he forced a glare on his features, glancing back down between your legs.

‘’Fine.’’ he forced out and you felt the tip slip just between your lips and the initial sting began to happen.

‘’W-wait!’’ you yelled, eyes widened and Loki’s grip on your leg tightened with no sign of letting up. Panic made your eyes search everywhere, a solution, an answer, a chance, and as you felt more of yourself stretch, your back beginning to arch and the beginning of his moan leave his lips, you let yourself scream. 

‘’YOU'RE NOT REAL!”