#pleasing you

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You were kneeling between his legs, your wet mouth working its magic on him. Loki moaned with every time you wrapped your lips around his hard length and slid him between them, using your tongue to teasingly lick over his slit. You released him then to taste him, running the pink muscle from his balls right to the tip, your fingers digging into the dark fabric of his pants.

“That’s it, little one…” The God of Mischief purred. His eyes were closed, his pale neck exposed as he leaned back to revel in your delicious treatment. One of his hands—long and cool digits—had entangled with strands of your hair, guiding you onto him and encouraging you not to stop until he rewarded you with his semen.

You had learned to read him well, knowing exactly when he was about to cum. Eagerly, you sped up, your head bopping up and down his length. Now and then, he would graze the back of your throat and make you gag, sometimes you would hungrily take in as much of him as you could, determined to please him.

Loki growled like a dangerous wolf. He gritted his teeth when you swirled your tongue around his tip, sucking him like a candy cane as you mutely begged for his release. He moaned loudly when he came undone in your mouth, spurting his cum down your throat and forcing you to swallow.

Obediently, you took every drop he gave you, licking your lips seductively once you were done and pulling away to kneel on the ground and wait for further instructions.

A lot of days went by like this ever since he had brought you to Asgard and although Loki mostly kept you in your chambers where you hardly wore clothes, occasionally, he would take you outside to explore the palace, the gardens and the city.

Asgard was beautiful, all of the treasure and gold shining out and sparkling in the light of the warm sun bewitching you upon your arrival. It was a gorgeous place to settle down—but in the end, it wasn’t home.

You hadn’t as of yet dared to ask Loki how much time had passed since his visit on Sakaar. He barely told you about political matters and what bothered him when he returned, exhausted, to his chambers at night for you to please him without questioning. All you knew was that after successfully freeing his brother, who had, as you learned, ended up getting sold as a gladiator when investigating how to defeat Hela, the goddess of death, they were constantly trying to find a way to send her back to imprisonment.

Biting your lower lip, you looked up at your master, your eyes wide and innocent. You watched his impressive member soften again, his muscly chest heaving after his climax.

Loki’s blue eyes locked with yours, a mischievous smirk creeping up on his lips. “Would you like to cum too, little one?” He mused.

Your heart skipped a beat as you pressed your legs together in joyful anticipation, feeling the betraying wetness that had pooled between them while pampering him with your mouth. Serving him always had you wanting and lusting over him, craving his hard length inside you. You were addicted to him and he, so it appeared, was addicted to you.

Every night, he would strip you to use your body for his pleasure—only he never ceased to give you something in return. Loki was gentle, benevolent even when it came to love making. Only rarely he would take his frustration out on you and fuck you roughly, seeking his own peak and then falling asleep without bothering how you would feel after but when he did, he made up for it in the mornings before he left.

After all this time, however, you still hadn’t seen him fully naked. Loki was all but confident and proud of his godly body, that you were sure of, still, there seemed to be something oddly personal and intimate about him revealing himself to you. Perhaps it was the promise of power over you, something he held dear at any cost so he would never forget you were but a mere pleasure slave from Sakaar.

Most of the time, it wasn’t important.

“Yes, please, your majesty,” you finally chirped, nodding enthusiastically as you did. Loki’s smirk grew even wider when he allowed you to get back on your feet and gently wrapped an arm around your wrist to have you lie down on his bed.

The soft mattress instantly caressed your naked skin, the silken green sheets tenderly stroking the sensitive flesh on your back.

Chewing on your lower lip, you watched Loki climbing on the bed as well. Nonchalantly, he propped himself on an elbow and used his free hand to explore your body with his skilled fingers. First, your neck, which he had decorated with dozens of hickeys—purple little marks proving you were his. Then, your chest. Painfully slow, his fingers travelled over the mounts forming your breasts, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. Your nipples hardened under his light touches, causing him to chuckle darkly at your reactions.

Your body was his slave but your mind… your mind was too. Ever since the day on the space ship where he had kissed you so gently you had feared to faint from the unusual tenderness you had never before experienced… you willingly submitted. Maybe you were so hopelessly lost because Loki was your first. The first man you had, even if involuntarily, shown vulnerability and openness. But you were unready to complain.

You whimpered when his hand reached your stomach, circling your belly button before tracing your pubic bone. Inch by inch, he sneaked forward until his cool fingers disappeared between your folds, seeking out the most sensitive part of your body.

Your clitoris was aching to be touched by him, swollen with need and begging for attention. Loki chuckled once more. His blue gaze never left your face when he started indulging it with light caresses, circling and massaging it patiently until the first, needy moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking up to meet him, thrust against his hand.

But your master was relentless. He took his time with pleasuring you, stroking your pussy lips in between and exploring the inside of your thighs now and then before returning to your hot core. When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you held back a lustful scream. They didn’t nearly stretch you as good as his cock did but still, your walls clenched around him eagerly to create more friction.

Smirking, the God of Mischief curled his fingers to massage your g-spot and send you flying, lust consuming you like thick and heavy fog in a forest. You turned to putty next to him, the thought of him watching you while you climbed the delicious ladder of orgasm only adding to your inevitable arousal.

His thumb was flicking your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs were shaking, your back arching from the pleasure he gave you with just his fingers. Your eyes fell shut and yet you could still feel Loki’s greedy gaze resting on you, watching your every movement and every reaction.

You wanted to reach up and stroke his cheek, tugging the few strands of his raven hair hanging into his face behind his ear and tracing his thin lips with your thumb but… no, as a slave, you were hardly allowed to do so without permission or his clear instruction.

“Ohhh…” You purred, unable to utter real words.

His smooth and hoarse voice, heavy with another wave of fresh arousal, urged you on to let go even more. “Cum for me, little one…”

And so you did. Milking his fingers eagerly, you dug your nails into the silken sheets and bucked your hips when your climax consumed you, giving in to the bliss washing over your body like a tidal wave.

“You look ravishing when you orgasm, (Y/N)…”

Loki helped you riding out your high until you calmed enough to open your eyes again to meet his blue gaze, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ before he retreated, pressing a light kiss to your temple and then, standing again.

“I will be back in a few hours. There is a council meeting I have to attend. Be a good girl and wait for me until I return, yes?” He lifted his fingers as if to threaten you, knowing very well you were aware he was only teasing you. There was nowhere for you to go. Alone, you never dared leaving his chambers, even if sometimes, curiosity clawed at you like playful little kittens.

“Yes, your majesty.” You replied dutifully, allowing yourself to cover your exposed skin with his bed sheets after watching him leave with a final wink and then, leaning back again, exhausted and spent.

Another council meeting. They took up most of his time lately. Day in and out, he and Thor would ponder over new ways to stop Hela from bringing about ‘Ragnarök’—whatever it was the Old Norse word meant.

Thor had been anything but happy with Loki’s decision to bring you along, to say the least, you had witnessed it yourself upon your arrival on the space ship, after all. Once, he had even tried to get you to talk to him during Loki’s absence. Are you happy? Does he treat you well? Would you like to go home?

You hadn’t known what happiness felt like since the day the Sakaarians had taken you. Loki did treat you well but at the end of the day, you were a pleasure slave and he was your master. A king who had much more important things to attend to during the day and who only cared to come back to be of company when he wished for sexual relief. The moments he held you close at night where the ones that elicited tears, the ones where you felt you wanted to be so much more than his royal whore.

Yes. Of course you wanted to go home. Asgard was a gorgeous place but it was but another foreign planet you did not belong to. Belonging to King Loki felt oddly satisfying; it proved to be a comfortable life to sleep with a handsome god and in return, receive safety, a warm and soft bed to sleep in every night and more food you could ever eat and on top of that, the God of Mischief be allowed you to wear the finest of garments when you went out together and read books containing knowledge a mortal woman like you should lever lay her eyes upon.

Loki had never punished you. You were trained well, after all. Knowing not to speak up or resist unless you felt like breaking apart to stay alive. It was essential to survive as a pleasure slave, you had learned and you were determined to keep it that way. There were a lot of options to make your stay in Asgard worse and painful—only once had you dared to open your mouth and refuse him, during your monthly bleeding. His threatening glance had been enough to put you in place again, apologising on your knees. Loki had forgiven you and, after making sure you were not in pain, ensured and happily demonstrated he did not mind a little blood.

Life, however, was so much more than obeying like a pet and pleasing the same man for the rest of your life. That again was a remnant from your previous life on Earth, a promise that had been stolen from you along with your freedom so many years ago.

With a heavy sigh, your thoughts wandered back to the council meeting and you instantly wondered, if she would be there too. The dark-skinned woman you had seen by the Grandmaster’s side, the one who had aided in kidnapping and enslaving you.

She had showed up shortly after your own arrival in Asgard, offering her help to defeat Hela once and for all. She was a Valkyrie—a fierce warrior with elusive abilities and immortal beauty. Valkyrie was everything you had ever wanted to be. Strong, successful, confident and sexy.

Sexy, so you figured, you seemed to be too. Loki took a lot of pleasure from drinking you in when you stood naked before him, every inch of your skin for his display only. But surely, he had had Asgardian women before. Women who by far exceeded what you had to offer. In the end, part of you pleased him because you had to—and with that came treating your own body like an object.

You hated her for being herself, hated her for spending time with Loki. He confided in her when worries plagued him, when he needed reassurance for a certain war strategy… you, he never told what was going on inside that incredibly smart head of his.

Loki was being distant with you because you were nothing more than servant and what made it even worse was that you had long realised you had fallen in love with him. Whether they were real feelings or simple pipe dreams because of your special relationship to each other, you did not know but you felt no desire to investigate. After all, it was a lot better than him being the kind of man you saw in your nightmares.

You settled for reading one of his books while he was gone, wrapped up into one of his green blankets to cover your naked skin. You had asked him for permission of course—and, much to your surprise, he had gladly allowed you to read in his absence. You had already learned a couple of Old Norse phrases, being able to communicate with the retailors in town. The proud expression on Loki’s face you had never forgotten.

The opening of your door about three hours later was your cue. Quickly and alerted, you put the book back in place and sat down at the edge of the bed, the blanket still wrapped around you. There was no time left to kick it off and fold it properly—you hoped he would not mind.

“Are you hungry, little one?” Letting your coy eyes roam over his body, you licked your lip.

“For food?”

Loki chuckled and sat down beside you. His hand came up to touch your hair, playing with it absentmindedly for a while before he spoke up again.

“Yes, for food. I had some dinner be brought for us. It should arrive any minute. What did you do while I was gone?” He asked then, tilting his head in the process.

Turning towards him out of respect, you opened your mouth. “I continued your book on beasts and mythical creatures from Norse Mythology.” You told him, forgetting for just a brief moment what you were—forgetting what you were to him.

“And did it interest you?”

“It did, a lot.”

The servant knocking on the door and ruefully awaiting the king’s response before entering with a tray of food left as quickly as he appeared once he had set the delicious meal on the small table in Loki’s chambers.

“Come,” he instructed you. “And put on a dress. I will not make you eat naked.”

Heart fluttering, you nodded and slipped one of your favourite garments on. There was no need for underwear. The green fabric felt good against your cold skin when you sat down after he gently ordered you to join him, which you mutely did.

Small talk you didn’t count as one of your exceptional skills. In fact you had been taught to keep your mouth shut at all times and only speak when spoken to, especially when you were around your master. Loki had, several times already, urged you on to use your voice and speak to him, even if very often, he refused an open answer.

The thought of it instantly brought you back to Valkyrie. It stung, almost spoiling your appetite.

“How was your council meeting, your majesty?” You started carefully, waiting until he had picked up his fork before reaching for your own and digging into a wonderfully smelling pile of cooked vegetables on your plate.

“Very effective. We might have discovered a new lead today.” He explained briefly, indicating you with a single glance that this was all you were allowed to know and most importantly—all you were allowed to ask about.

“I am glad to hear that, your majesty.” Your words were forced. You were glad he was making progress, of course, yet at the same time you knew you mustn’t ever say anything negative about him, his ruling or his kingdom—not even the fierce Valkyrie you came to despise so much.

“We all are. Valkyrie’s input today proved to be quite useful. She would pose a most suitable queen.”

The carrot you were eating became tasteless. An indefinable mash of food in your mouth until you swallowed. A suitable queen. Why would he tell you? To warn you that you were substitutable? That once he married, he would no longer need you and get rid of you? Or perhaps… let you go? The thought felt both terrifying and thrilling.

“I believe you would like our plan, little one. We are going to Earth.”

Your face lit up, your eyes sparkling with life and hope. Earth. Your fork, hovering in mid-air, was all but forgotten. Your lips parted in awe when you finally managed to fully comprehend his words.

“Earth?”

Whatever lead they had, if it involved returning to Earth… would he perhaps, let you go? He would be unnecessarily cruel if he didn’t take you or simply brought you along for a visit, showing you what you would miss out on yet again if you returned to his chambers to please him until the day you died. No… until the day you grew old and undesirable.

Unshed tears glistened in your eyes, threatening to stain your cheeks and drop into your food. You weren’t hungry anymore. Not for food. You were hungry for home, you were longing to return to where you had been taken from.

“Now, now, I would not have told you had I known you would cry on me.”

Don’t cry. Obey him. Don’t cry. Don’t upset your master, don’t show your discomfort, hide your feelings… the demands rumbling in your mind did little to ease you, neither did his taunting words.

Sniffing, you took a deep breath, your hand clutching your silver fork so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“I’m so sorry, I just… I was a little surprised, is all. Forgive me, your majesty.”

Loki smirked. “I was thinking if you continue to be so good for me, I will take you for a trip.” He had long learned not to react to your pleas and constant apologies. It was supposed to be in your nature to always gain his favour, especially when you, by accident, misbehaved.

A trip… perhaps you had been wrong. Perhaps Loki was a cruel man after all. You had seen and experienced torture and pain over the last couple of years… but you were not masochistic.

“That is very kind of you, your majesty but I’d rather stay here and wait for your return.”

The God of Mischief frowned, his eyes narrowing. He saw through you—he always did.

“Do you not wish to return to your home planet for a change?”

“I do, but I… it’s not necessary but I appreciate the offer, your majesty.”

Loki stared you down knowingly. “What did you think I would do? Let you go? Oh, little one. I am by far not ready to relinquish a beautiful pet that was so generously gifted to me, would you not agree with me?”

Prisoner. Slave. Servant. Whore. Each and every term felt like a punch in the face.

For just the fraction of a second, you had indeed been hopeful again. Hopeful that you would escape this vicious circle and break free, that you would finally call freedom your own again.

You only managed to nod in response, fighting to finish your meal. The urge to curl up in a corner and cry until your body ran out of tears was overwhelming—yet you sat still on your seat, waiting for him to dismiss you. Before he would release you to sleep, there was something else he would need you to do anyway.

“Well, I will not force you to come. It will, to some extent, be dangerous and I would rather not have any harm done to that beautiful face. Be that as it may, I will make sure to have some other company.”

Swallowing thickly, you looked up at him.

“Will Valkyrie join you?”

Your question caught his interest. Setting his fork aside to prop his elbows on the table, he leaned forward.

“She might. Why?”

Again, you nodded, determined not to have him read you like an open book. “Y-you told me she was a skilled fighter. I only thought—“

“You are jealous, little one, are you not?” He interrupted you then, the lightest smirk decorating the corners of his lips.

Instantly, your blood ran cold, your heart beating like a steam hammer. “I have no right to be, my king.”

“Stop this nonsense. No one can control their feelings like that. I can read it in your eyes. You hate her. Why?”

“I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“You did not. Tell me.”

It was a direct order. An instruction to do as he told. You would deeply regret your answer but there was no way you were going to admit your true feelings for him. “I-I… I can’t.”

Loki raised his eyebrows. There was more to it than simple refusal, something, he realised you were desperately trying to hide from him. He would find out either way but—he was feeling merciful tonight.

“I will ask you one time, little one and you will have one chance to answer. What is it you are not telling me?”

You bit your lower lip, tears flowing freely over your cheeks now. When you shook your head, sobbing, the God of Mischief shot up from his seat. It barely took him a second to firmly pull you to your feet and flush against him, forcing you to look at him.

The last time he had been so rough with you was when a council meeting had gone wrong, with one of his einherjer turning against him and questioning his motives. After a quick fuck, he had calmed enough again to comfort you in his arms and caress your hair, this time, however, his growing anger was directed at you.

Wasn’t it logical, what you were not telling him? How many reasons were there to be jealous of a strong woman he appeared to admire? Why did he need you to speak it out loud, embarrass… humiliate you like this?

You had been wrong. You had never experienced Loki like this. You knew he did not like being lied to but secrets… secrets he hated all the more.

“I will get you to talk, little one,” he spat through gritted teeth. His hands reached for your neck and pushed you face-down on the bed, your knees colliding with the hard floor. An antagonised whimper left your lips. “You know I will.”

“Please…” No was a word you were unpermitted to say—ever. You belonged to him and you were to allow him to do to you as he pleased—whatever it may be. As of now, Loki scared you and what terrified you even more was that your body reacted to him, your mind submitting to his touches.

Your unconscious was convinced he would never harm you—after all, he had been the one to save you from Sakaar and your slave driver, the one who had freed you from a disgusting cold cage you had to live and sleep in. The tenderness he treated you with… it was still there, it wouldn’t just vaporise.

Within the twinkling of an eye, your dress was gone. You had long ceased to feel shy and uncomfortable around him when you were naked, for most of the time, he revelled in the sight you granted him. Now, however, you felt vulnerable.

Just tell him. No! He is your master. Your feelings are irrelevant. You will make him feel uncomfortable. Tell him. No!

“I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, my king, please… I’m sorry, I… I love you!” There. Now it was time to face the executioner.

Time froze. Or maybe it was just the powerful and intimidating man behind you.

It sounded like a belt. You knew what the material of his garments felt like—cool and smooth leather protecting his skin that could, however, also cause a lot of pain. Was he going to whip you? You could imagine what damage his bare hands could already inflict on your skin but the belt…

You gasped when you suddenly felt his cool skin on yours. His bare chest, pressing against your back and sending shivers up and down your spine. You could feel each and every muscle when he wrapped his arms around you to flip you on your back, his cool hands resting on your naked arse.

He was… naked. His raven hair fell over his exposed shoulders, complimenting his pale skin. He was truly beautiful—seeming even taller with no clothes on. His v-line invited you to run your tongue along it to taste him, tempting your fingertips to explore every inch of his skin and his strong thighs, which you had already felt tensing so often under tight leather pants now offered a marvellous view.

His considerable erection took up most of your attention though. Leaking with precum already, it twitched under your anticipating staring when you licked your lips, recalling his taste.

Loki bent forward, his arms trapping you between his body and the soft mattress and then, his lips caught yours in a passionate kiss.

His kisses were rare, so precious you enjoyed every one of them like you would the last. Eagerly, he sneaked his tongue into your mouth, demanding from you to return his effort, which you instantly did helplessly without hesitation.

What was it that was happening? Loki kissing you, praising you, worshipping your body with his hands in a way he had never before… it felt like a dream come true. When would you wake up and come to face cruel reality again?

The kiss deepened until you ran out of breath, your eyes falling shut in pure bliss. This was so much more than him taking pleasure. This… this was sensual love making.

You could feel Loki’s hard arousal poking your thighs, grazing your wet folds whenever he moved. Without realising what you did, you bucked your hips up to meet him, enjoying the feeling of your naked skin touching his and have him sheath himself inside you.

He chuckled, pulling away so you kept missing and then lifted you up like a cherished bride so your whole body lay comfortably on his bed—exposed and utterly for him to do with as he pleased. But it was different this time and quite frankly, you had, even though you loved it, no idea what to make of it. This was nothing you were ever trained for. This was real, this was… was it love?

“Your majesty…” You started, your voice breaking. Your face was still wet with tears, only now they seemed to turn to frantic tears of joy. Maybe this was but mercy. Maybe this was how he pitied you before getting rid of you for getting attached to him, yet when you looked him in the eye and watched that mesmerising blue sparkle with adoration and cordiality, both your mind and heart seemed to be melting to a useless puddle.

“You know my name, little one, do you not?”

His name? He permitted you to use his name? Biting your lower lip, you cautiously tested it in case he changed his mind. “L-Loki…” It felt strange on your tongue. Unfamiliar… but good.

His reward was another seductive kiss. Taking his time, he explored your mouth with his tongue, battling for dominance you willingly granted him just like every other time he had you lying underneath him. The God of Mischief suppressed a moan when his fingers found your breasts to knead them, examining every inch until you arched your back.

“Loki…” It was easier this time. Your master didn’t hold back his moan upon hearing his name from your lips and he responded by sucking one of your hardening nipples into his mouth all the while sneaking his other hand between your legs.

You were soaking wet for him already, your arousal dripping onto his silken bed sheets. He chuckled, pulling away from you gently to crouch down.

You flinched when you suddenly felt his tongue gliding over your slit, tasting your juices and your most intimate parts. Your pussy was aching for more of this delicious treatment, yet everything inside you screamed for him to stop.

This wasn’t right. You were supposed to bring him pleasure with your mouth, not the other way around. This… this was a willing act of submission, destined for you, as his pleasure slave, only.

“Your m—Loki… I can’t let you…” He understood your concern, of course. You had been trained to please and serve for years, you could not be blamed for what would be punished on Sakaar. For just a brief moment, he pulled away with a silent smack, his blue eyes glistening with pure mischief when they met yours.

“You belong to me, little one and I do to you whatever I please. If I wish to taste you coming undone for me, you will accept, yes?”

It made sense to your twisted and submissive mind. You nodded. A moan escaped your lips when he delved back into his dessert, lapping at your juices and licking over every inch. He pushed your legs apart when you unconsciously pressed them together, his fingers digging into your hips tightly enough to leave angry marks.

Hungrily, he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the nub. It drove you insane, dragging you faster and faster towards your approaching orgasm.

“Mine…” You heard him murmur, followed by his fingers exploring your wet entrance all the while he was eating you like his life depended on it.

You moaned loudly when he pushed inside to massage your walls, searching for the sweet spot hidden deep within. He curled his fingers when he found it, his tongue never stopping to indulge your clit.

It took you mere seconds to fall apart. Loki mercilessly tossed you down a bottomless abyss. Gushing around him, your arousal coated his long digits. He licked them clean when he pulled away, watching in a satisfied manner how you still contracted lightly around thin air, your legs shaking from your high.

Never before had you cum so intensely. Your whole body was weak and spent, your limbs unable to move and help you up on their own accord. He was waiting for you to please him, to repay him for this intimate gift, was he not?

You gasped when he lifted you up once more, this time to seat you on his lap. His rock-hard erection kept brushing against your wet folds, having it twitch in joyful anticipation. There was barely enough strength left to heave yourself onto it and give him what you were here for, so the God of Mischief simply guided you onto his thick length with his hands, his palms cupping your arse cheeks to gently rock you back and forth until he had fully sheathed himself inside you, stretching you to the fullest.

It had taken a lot of time to adjust to his size but you had gotten used to it and now, nothing felt more incredible and pleasing than his member deep inside you. You felt powerless against his efforts as he rocked his hips and thrust up into you, again and again until you noticed sweat gleaming on his forehead.

Loki’s compassionate gaze met yours. His face was only mere inches from your own, his hot breath brushing against your parted lips. Nothing compared to the foreign and yet familiar sensation. As of now, Loki wasn’t your master—he was your lover.

“Loki…” His name became your prayer, like a magic word taking care of all of your problems and soothing you, making you forget pain and fear.

“Yes, my love…”

My love?

His gentle thrusts grew more erratic, greedier. He was pumping in and out of you quicker now, his soft palms stroking your back to comfort you. You turned to putty in his arms, every cell of your being devoted to him utterly and completely, your addiction taking over and clouding your mind. Every last thought you owned was consumed by the God of Mischief who pampered your lips with tender kisses, nibbling at your lower lip when he reached his peak and came, rope after rope of his thick cum shooting up your core.

My love… He was panting so intently your whole body moved with him as you felt him soften inside you. He didn’t pull out when he repositioned you both and had you lying on your side, facing him with his length still resting inside you. He used his hands to tug a streak of your hair behind your air, his fingertips lightly stroking your cheekbone in the process.

A pleasant shiver ran up and down your spine. There wasn’t much experience whatsoever for you to compare what sex could be like, although performing the act with Loki was beyond special. He always made you feel good, cherished and precious when he used you for his own end, so unlike what you had been taught by that gruesome pink-coloured humanoid on Sakaar. Yet, this—whatever this was—it was different. It was… was it love?

“You say you love me, little one,” Loki started, gently ripping you back to reality. “But you still wish for me to bring you back to Midgard?”

“I never thought what I felt would make sense, your m—Loki.”

It was true. If Loki set you free and allowed you to return to your home planet, you would never see him again. The man you had fallen for, the god, would stay behind in Asgard and marry the Valkyrie. The imagination hurt. It stung like glowing needles piercing through your heart—you would do anything to stop that pain but then again… if you stayed, you would remain nothing more than a living sex toy, even now that you had told him about your true feelings… or so you believed.

“I cannot let you go, my love. I need you.” He suddenly confessed, his smooth voice quiet and thoughtful.

My love. There it was again. Was it his way of letting you know he reciprocated your feelings or, at the very least, that he would accept them without punishing you for them?

You wanted to understand. So badly you wanted to understand what was going on inside that smart head of his but it was to no avail. Unless he chose to tell you, you would remain in the dark, blind and helpless.

“W-why?” You choked out, noticing only now how you had started to cry again. It felt like a doom loop. Your heart desired nothing more than to stay with him, love him and… have him love you back but your mind… that small rational part of you that you had been preserving for all those years, secretly storing it away to fuel your hope and promise yourself to go home one day… that small part demanded to do so now. Now, that it had so mockingly been shown to you. “Why not?”

Loki hesitated, his fingers still caressing your cheek.

“For the same reason you are jealous of the Valkyrie, I presume.” Your heart skipped a beat.

He… He loved you? How was this possible? Loki was your master, you were his whore, an insignificant woman taking care of his primal and sexual needs when he saw fit… could it be that, after all the months you had spent with him… he had fallen for you too? A mortal girl?

“One thing you should know about me is that I am a very selfish man—and I am too selfish to let you return to your own realm where I would hardly ever see you, my love.”

You nodded mutely. There was a second thing you had learned about him. Nothing involving the God of Mischief’s ways was ever easy—it was complicated.

And he was right. You still belonged to him. He held your fate in his hands and if, despite your mutual feelings for each other, he never wished for you to leave him, you would defer to him—either way.

Nodding once more, you blinked your tears away. “I see…”

“What is it you would like to hear from me? That you are more than a pleasure slave? More than a gift offered to me for being a king? You are. You are so much more to me, my love. But you are mine. Forever. Promise me you will accept that.”

Things would change now. They would change for the better. It was the last thought you both shared before you fell asleep against his naked chest, revelling in the feeling of skin against skin.

“I promise.”

If it was the price you had to pay to love him, so be it. There were, after all, worse ways to please.

This story contains themes that may be offensive and/or triggering for some readers. Please be aware that this is only a piece of fiction and make sure to heed the warnings before proceeding. For more information on the topic of dark themes, please refer to my FAQ.

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A/N: Have fun everyone! ;-)

Stirring from loud and decisive voices nearing your metal cage, you roused from your light slumber, grunting quietly at the loss of rest you were granted ever so rarely, and now that you had finally found a more or less comfortable position to sleep in, you were violently forced awake again. It almost brought tears to your eyes, knowing that this way, you would most likely lie blearily on the hard ground for the rest of your respite.

This folk,—whatever they were—keeping you here against your will, you despised them. It must be years ago, for you had lost every sense of time, when the whole lot of them, allies of the Grandmaster, had gone on a brutal campaign on your home planet, Earth, and taken countless hostages, only too soon after the occurrences in New York and after the Chitauri, an army from outer space led there by Loki, had lain waste to the city.

Now, ever since you had been brought to Sakaar, you were being trained as a servant—a slave, worth less than all of the Grandmaster’s cherished pets on this godforsaken planet. For months on end already, an ugly, pink-coloured humanoid had been the one to train you on obedience and serving, on how to behave properly in front of your masters and on how to take care of their every need without them saying as much as a word. Of course you were very well aware of what that meant, for as soon as you were given to your first master, bought like cattle, it would not take long for you to lose your virginity as well.

There were lots of ruthless men here on Sakaar, strong warriors and cruel traders who did not care for a mere mortal, a human girl existing to fulfil their ugly, brazen and depraved demands. But you—knowing that hope died last—had accepted your fate already; that if you wanted to survive, you would have to obey and let them treat you like vermin. Or so you let them believe. After all, none of them would ever know how much you despised their kind, the masters, each and every one who had ever caused you physical or mental pain. One day, so you prayed, you would escape this hell and be free again—until then, you would simply pretend, for if you didn’t, they would kill you without hesitation.

“This one has been sent back here after its second master failed to pay off the weekly rates for it,” you heard the pink-coloured humanoid say to her company. A broad and tall man came in sight next to her, dressed ridiculously colourful. You knew by now that this kind of clothing was very common for influential people here on Sakaar, so it had to be someone important. His grey hair and the many wrinkles in his alerted face, decorated with a blue stripe of colour on his chin, did little whatsoever to compliment his choice of garments. You recognised him instantly—it was the Grandmaster himself.

He never came down here, never. A mighty and ancient man like him didn’t need to bother about the preservation of slaves, for it was a task resided with his equally absurdly dressed employees such as your pink-coloured trainer. You resisted the urge to gag. What was it he wanted down here? Look down at the prey his people had stolen for him? Gloat how they cowered away from him in fear of being chosen as his next pleasure slave?

Finally, the pink-coloured humanoid—you had never bothered to learn her name—stopped right before your cage, followed by the Grandmaster. Their feet, covered in fine and expensive leather boots, stood only mere inches from the bars of the only place you could call home. You refused to look up at them. Instead, you defiantly faced the cold ground and pretended to be half-asleep. For just a split second, you even convinced yourself of your dizzy state.

The humanoid pointed at you. “This one here just finished her training. No one’s had her before.” Like a beautiful flower to be picked and drowned in a vase of water, destined to wither, you thought mutely, hugging yourself in an attempt to keep warm—and maybe, to shut out the very people in front of you.

“No one, you say? She is perfect then. A gift that is fit for a royal visitor. You see, it is of high importance he enjoys his stay on our planet. It won’t do any harm to befriend the king of Asgard.” She chuckled and nodded, folding her hands over her stomach.

“And you ensure she is well trained? Is she obedient enough and ready to be gifted to such a significant master?” He asked lightly. His words were about to rip out your heart with claws made of steel, and then proceed to wrap around your throat and choke you until all air would leave your body, dropping you dead and lifeless to the ground of your cage.

Gifted. You were to be gifted to a king like an object? After months, years even, what you had dreaded the most was finally about to happen! Given to a master, with your only purpose in life to make him happy, regardless of your own needs, your own condition? You started shaking, uncontrollably, as you wrapped your head around it. The other girls, young women of your age, at least they had been bought with money and their masters had traded something of value to receive their services. You, on the other hand… you were being tossed around like a useless piece of wood.

“Oh, I can confirm it. She will be a good servant,” Giggling once more, the humanoid tilted her head.

“Very well. Then see to it that everything is arranged. King Loki is to arrive very soon.”

It was his last words that nearly stopped your heart.

You had seen him on the news, read of him in newspapers but not once had you met him in person and still, the imagination of an encounter with the God of Mischief sent ice cold shivers up and down your spine. Back then, he had seemed… powerful, intimidating and mischievous, always a step ahead. It was like by simply looking at you, he would know exactly what your next move was going to be before you even did yourself. He was beautiful to look at, too. A god, so you thought, who lived up to the name but it was a fact that did not help in the slightest. What good would it do to think he was attractive once you were legally—at least on Sakaar—his possession? Once he owned you and could do with you as he pleased?

After the Grandmaster had left, the pink-coloured humanoid had practically dragged you out of your cage, urging you into the small bathing chamber attached to the underground hall where all the slaves were kept. She made sure you were being washed and perfumed, that your hair was being attended to and that you were dressed in a clean and more revealing than alluring green dress with the sole purpose to flatter the king of Asgard, all the while you kept shuddering in silence. There was no need to talk or ask for mercy, beg for someone else to be chosen. You had seen what happened to the girls who resisted. One of them had died from the deep wounds the whip had caused on her flesh. Apart from that, you had made it so far without ending up killed. You were not going to throw that away now.

Your former trainer, so it seemed, was in a hurry when she led you upstairs to a large room, three sides of which were equipped with massive windows that offered a marvellous view of the planet. In any other situation, it could have been beautiful, luring to gaze through the transparent glass and admire the foreign landscape.

The Grandmaster sat on a padded armchair, next to him a dark-skinned woman you recognised from when you had been captured. He was nervous, apparently, awaiting his royal guest excitedly and yet, you felt nothing but disgust for the man who called himself your owner.

“Perfect, perfect. Put her in the corner, I do not wish for her to dominate the room, yes, yes, exactly.”

You were shooed across the room only seconds before the huge metal door opened and revealed a tall man with raven hair and ice cold blue eyes. A green cape attached to his black leather armour that was decorated with golden accents, fluttered behind him as he entered the room in a determined manner, a barely visible smirk playing on his lips as he approached the Grandmaster.

So this was Loki. King Loki, you corrected yourself. The very man—God—who had once brought so much grief and destruction to New York and made you fear him although you had never personally met him. Now you had. He was very real and intimidating, crossing the room as if he owned the place and accepting the Grandmaster’s anxious greetings.

“I sincerely hope you will be enjoying your stay, your majesty.”

“That I will,” he replied mockingly. His voice had your heart skip a beat. It was smooth, dark and almost seductive as he moved about the room like a snake about to attack its prey. How on Earth had he managed to ascend the throne of Asgard? On the news they had said that Thor had brought Loki back to their own realm, where he would be punished, locked away or even executed. And yet, here he was, boasting with the power he had.

“You must be very tired from the journey. I shall have my servants show you to your chambers. Let me know if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable on Sakaar and to ensure that you will indeed enjoy yourself here, please. Accept this pricy gift of mine to offer my most generous hospitality. One of my slaves, well trained and nothing but loyal to her master. This one…” he pointed at you, inviting you to step forward, which you reluctantly did, “…is one of my most precious and desired girls. Young, untouched and never owned by anyone else before, she would, as of now, be the most expensive of my barter goods.”

You were breathing so heavily, he must have been able to hear it. Could he sense how fast your heart was beating? How nauseous you were feeling in this very moment? One of the first rules the pink-coloured humanoid had taught you, was that you must never show discomfort, for you were solely here to pleasure your master, not yourself. Never had you expected this simple rule to be the hardest to follow. If you fainted from fear and exhaustion, your lack of sleep, they would kill you right away.

His eyes were on you now, boring into you like sharp daggers. It seemed like he was looking right through you, reading your mind and learning your darkest secrets. Eventually, his glance wandered up and down your weak and overused body before locking eyes with the Grandmaster again.

“A very generous gift that is, indeed,” he purred with another smirk. There were some other, unspoken words that lay heavy on his tongue but apart from you, no one seemed to notice. The Grandmaster seemed relieved. He nodded happily before snapping his fingers, ordering his servants to show Loki to his chambers.

You almost had to run to keep up with him, your feet moving so fast you stumbled several times. You were out of breath when you finally reached one of the huge guest rooms the God of Mischief was to move into and then, after the servant left the two of you alone, you felt like you were going to throw up, the fear clawing at your guts.

Your whole body shaking, you did what you had been taught. Standing in a corner, silent, with your hands clasped before your stomach and your head tilted downwards so you were facing the ground until he had any use for you.

After examining his chambers thoroughly, he apparently came to the conclusion that it was safe for him to rest a little. Loki approached the king size bed with a mute sigh, then lay down on it with his fingers crossed, facing the high ceiling.

There was something he was up to, something that was going through his mind. You didn’t know much about this man but if anything, you were very well aware that he was dangerous and witty. His motives weren’t clear at all, he had acted way too shallow when the Grandmaster had welcomed him, almost as if he cared about this probably obligatory visit as much as he cared for the dirt on the soles of his leather boots.

You flinched when he suddenly spoke up, his voice dripping with mockery and provocation.

“Well, are you not going to join me?”

Quickly, you rushed to his side to obey him, climbing on the bed hastily. You almost moaned when the soft mattress sank in a little under your weight. It’d been years since you’d lain on an actual bed and if it wasn’t for the God of Mischief laying right next to you, you would probably have enjoyed the sensation of the silky sheets under your trembling fingers.

He wanted you on his bed and it was obvious what he would want next, for this was what you had been trained for. Frankly, you had no other choice. Not if you didn’t want to attract any attention and be whipped for disobedience.

Biting your lower lip uneasily, you inched closer to him, lifting one hand rather hesitatingly to place it on his chest. Muscles danced under your palm and the black leather as he tensed a little before accepting your touch. His smirk returned as you scooted even closer, placing one leg over his.

“Where are you from, little one?”

“E-earth, your majesty,”

“Midgard… so you are human.” He stated unimpressed. “I assume you know who I am then,”

“Yes, your majesty, I do.” Cautiously, you began stroking his chest like you would a cat’s back, tempting him into wanting more of your touch. At least, so you thought, he was attractive. If you had ended up with someone as old and repulsive as the Grandmaster, you would have preferred the whip.

Loki’s smirk grew wider and finally, he turned his head to you, his blue eyes boring into yours so intensely, you forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Are you not scared of me?” He asked tauntingly.

You swallowed. “I have no right to be scared, your majesty. I am only here to serve you.”

For a split second, Loki frowned, irritated by your answer, but as were you. It was true, you had no right to be afraid of your new master but that did not change the fact you felt fear nevertheless. “I see. Then I assume you are also forbidden to lie to me.”

“Y-yes, your majesty,” you repeated, not knowing what else you could say to him. Your hand never stopped to caress him, even if your greatest desire was to storm out of this room and into freedom. Shuddering, you remembered Loki’s speech in Stuttgart. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power and identity… He would most likely kill you yourself if you tried to make a run for it now.

“Then why do you do it?” There was no threat in his voice and still, your heart skipped a beat.

“I… I didn’t… I-I mean…”

“You are afraid of me, little one.”

“I-if you wish me to be, your majesty,”

Loki rolled his eyes, amused by your pathetic excuses as you finally brought up the courage to climb on top of him, straddling him shyly so he could place his hands on your hips. Oddly, his surprisingly cool palms on your skin did not feel as unpleasant as you had thought. You could tell he was enjoying it, for he was running his fingers up and down your half naked thighs. “Well, either way, owning a slave from Sakaar could make things a lot easier around here. You say you are to oblige to my every command?”

“Yes, your majesty,”

“And you are not allowed to speak to anyone else unless I permit it?”

“Yes, your majesty,”

“Very good. Tell me then, little one, where do they keep the gladiators?” Again, your heart skipped a beat. This was your first task, the first thing he had asked of you and you couldn’t oblige him! All you had ever seen of this massive palace was your cage and the bathing chamber, after all…

“Oh, I… I… I’m afraid I don’t know anything about that, your majesty. They never told me. I-I’m sorry,”

Briefly, an annoyed expression washed over his face, followed by a quiet grunt.

“Then you are useless,” he called out, rather to himself than to you and although you knew how worthless you were to the people on Sakaar, his words stung bitterly. Useless. You were here to serve him and you were useless to him. Now if he told the Grandmaster, your struggles, all those years of pain and forlornness, all of it would have been in vain. You would be killed mercilessly for failing the only purpose you served. Hot and salty tears filled your eyes but you blinked to scare them away. This was rule number two. You were not permitted to cry in front of your masters, for they could be annoyed by an emotional outburst.

Effortlessly, Loki shoved you off him and got up again, pacing up and down the chambers, apparently deep in thought. It was then you realised why he had asked for this particular kind of information. Even you had heard that Thor, God of Thunder, had been captured as well and was currently kept as a gladiator for the Grandmaster’s amusement. Loki must have been here to get him out of there, even if you couldn’t quite get your head around why he would help his foster brother in the first place.

“Y-you are here for Thor, aren’t you?” You asked boldly as you hurried to get up as well. This was rule number three. Never speak unless you’re spoken to and don’t mind your master’s business unless he asks you to.

“If I was, that would be none of your concern, little one.” Damn it.

“I-I could help you find out where they keep him, if you wish.” And I am not useless, you arrogant bastard.

Loki smiled scornfully, his eyes fixed on something invisible on the ground before he looked at you—once more, right through you. Had he read your mind? No, that was impossible… or was it?

“What are you here for, little one?”

“T-to serve you of course, your majesty,” And to please you, you thought bitingly. Not without a reason had the Grandmaster mentioned how you were untouched, after all and you were certain Loki was very well aware of that. If he didn’t want you in his bed after all though, then maybe you’d have a chance to keep what you held dear. The only thing that still belonged to you, what you would be guarding for as long as it was possible.

“You are a slave, aren’t you supposed to know this place? Where did they keep you, in a nutshell?” Shit. Now he was angry. What had you done to upset him? Survive, a quiet voice in your head whispered. Find a way to please him again. Perhaps you could start by telling him truth. It was obvious he didn’t like lies—ironic, given he was the God of Lies himself.

“I… in a cage. In the dungeons. Today was the first time I saw what this planet looks like.” You explained, your fingers playing with the silky fabric of the bed sheets. Loki frowned once more.

“How long have you been here?”

“I’m not sure. They came soon after what happened in New York, I was fifteen back then. I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up… I was here. I don’t even know how old I am by now. Well, old enough to serve, I guess.”

“That you are,” he mumbled, as if weighing his options. You found yourself swallowing thickly, dreading what he had in store for you. But as long as he wouldn’t get rid of you… you were in… good hands? Was this better than a man of a different species who would brutally rape you, beat you and abuse you day in and out? You had heard atrocious stories of other slave girls that lived in cages next to yours.

Somehow, however, Loki didn’t seem like he would treat you this terribly. He would require obedience and submission, of that you were sure, but you doubted that this man would ever lay hand on you just to give vent to his anger.

“In fact…” he continued, tilting his head a bit with a mocking sparkling in his eyes, “I might as well enjoy myself before I rampage through this excuse for a palace to smooth out Thor’s stupidity. The Grandmaster said you were untouched, is that true?”

You nodded, unable to speak. He did have the intention to make you his after all then. So much for hoping he would not. Once again, tears threatened to run down your reddened cheeks, your last hope the nasty voice in your head. Let it happen. Seduce him. Gain his trust. Survive. One day, you’ll make it out of here.

“Undress,” he instructed you then, his voice demanding and intimidating. He now reminded you of how he had stood in front of the crowd in Stuttgart, forcing them to their knees. Without a doubt, you would have knelt as well. So you did as you were told, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you reached for the seam of your revealing dress and slowly tore it off yourself. Something told you it had been put on you for this exact purpose. Disgusting folk.

Naturally, you were wearing nothing underneath it, so as soon as the light fabric slid off your body, you were utterly exposed. No man had ever seen you naked before, Jesus Christ, you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet! You felt yourself blushing instantly, your cheeks growing hot as Loki stepped forward to examine your body like a painting. You avoided his penetrating gaze as it rested on you like a second skin. You held your breath when he finally raised his voice again.

“There is no need to feel ashamed, little one. You are indeed quite beautiful for a mortal woman.” Was that supposed to be a compliment? You couldn’t have thanked him if you tried. It was like your lips were glued together in fear of what was to come and with it… with it the unrealistic wish to be desired by him. It was wrong, you knew that but still—for the first time in years you felt like you were worth more than just a brainless pet, sitting quietly in her cage at all times.

“Get on the bed,” Biting your lower lip so it wouldn’t quiver as much, you obliged, the soft bed sheets caressing your naked skin as you watched him approach you like a wolf its prey. There was a hunger and lust gleaming in his blue eyes, a dangerous glistening that covered your body in goose bumps.

Loki crawled onto the bed, hovering above you to demonstrate the power he held over you and then lay down next to you, grabbing your hips—not gently but not roughly either—to position you on top of him.

You flinched, your now spread folds displaying your sex openly and allowing your clit to involuntarily rub against the dark leather of his armour. It felt… almost good when he moved his own hips around a bit so he lay comfortably underneath you.

Loki didn’t bother to take off his clothes himself. Instead, his blue eyes never left yours as he watched you struggling with his armour, a light smirk playing on his lips as you did. When you moved your shaking hands to remove the heavy clothing from his chest, however, he suddenly snatched your wrists so tightly, you gasped in pain.

“No. Not here,” he said sharply.

“I’m sorry, your majesty.” You nodded anxiously as he let go of you again. His grip was strong, his touch burning like fire and ice at the same time and yet, just like before, you were, strange as it was, not repelled by his cool skin connecting with yours. Once more you thanked the Lord for Loki at least being young and handsome. There was something about him that intrigued you, something that stirred a hazardous curiosity deep inside you. And curiosity killed the cat, the voice in your head mocked. You were not going to enjoy this under any circumstances! You couldn’t! You were a pleasure slave, forced to give your virginity to a man who had tried to rule your planet, for God’s sake.

It took you long to finally free his manhood from his leather pants, tearing them off just far enough to reveal a bit of his muscular thighs. He had made it very clear he wanted to stay dressed, not showing you all of him.

And he was huge. Way too huge to fit inside you, especially with you still being a virgin. He would rip you apart, even only half-erected as he was right now! When you were fifteen, one time, you had secretly watched porn with your best friend. Even then, with unnaturally equipped pornstars, you had wondered how such a big piece of meat would fit inside a woman’s vagina and how on Earth she could take pleasure in it. Your best friend had said that they were simply acting, that the man would have to attend to other parts of her body to make her scream in ecstasy. How on Earth would you know? You had never even kissed a man before.

Loki was watching you intently. You were certain he could hear your frantic thoughts as you stalled your next action, unbeknownst to you, by moving in slow motion. It was then he reached for your hand to wrap it around his smooth length, showing you just what to do to increase his arousal. His head fell back and his eyes closed as soon as he was satisfied with your movements, his hand dropping to his side as his breathing became louder, more uneven. All too soon, you felt him growing in your hand, pulsating with need as a bit of milky white precum moistened your fingers. If you hadn’t known you were not his cherished lover but a mere slave, you would have enjoyed the sight.

He looked almost… vulnerable how he moaned quietly into the room, his hips bucking to meet your fist, his features free from any sorrow and concern. Had he told you that he was innocent and had never tried to attack your people, in this moment, you would have believed him. Watching him like this… it was arousing and you were almost ashamed when you felt yourself growing hot between your legs, heat pooling in your stomach and your sex producing an unfamiliar wetness that stained Loki’s leather pants. How could this possibly turn you on? You were a slave! You were to serve him, not take pleasure from this yourself and most of all, you were utterly submitting yourself to him. It was something to feel sick to the core to, not get aroused to…

Just when you thought he was going to reach his high and cum all over your hand, he stopped you with a mocking glare. You were frozen on the spot, unable to move away, unable to protest and unable to take the initiative yourself. It was like he had jinxed you. Maybe, you thought, he actually had.

Loki grabbed your hips in a possessive manner and lifted you up without exhausting as much as a muscle, guiding himself to your entrance. He smirked when he found you wet for him, the tip of his cock, painfully slowly, working you open and then, pushing inside, seating you on top of him so his length slid into you with a ravishing moan on his behalf.

And it hurt. It hurt despite your wetness when he broke the thin barrier preserving your virginity, your tight walls clenching around the intruder as he stretched you to the fullest. The sensation was foreign, unlike anything you had ever felt but the more you forced yourself to breathe calmly and accept him, the more you were able to relax. You locked yourself in a bubble where nothing but you existed.

“My, you’re so damn tight, little one.” You heard him choke out. He was panting, fighting with all his might to keep his composure and not wildly pound into you like an animal in heat. Now he could have fucked you senseless and scar you for life, he could have flipped you around and held your wrists while he slammed into you over and over again until you screamed from pain but… he did not. Instead, he let you adjust to the feeling before once again, he showed you what to do. Moving your hips rather hesitatingly, you gasped when his member slipped out of you a bit only to rock back inside, the pain fading away like moist fog on a chilly autumn day. And then, suddenly… it started to feel good.

Your eyes fell shut as you rode him, bathing in the sensation of him being buried so deep inside you. Your palms pressed against his covered chest in an attempt to stabilise yourself, your little gasps pairing with his moans. Loki bucked his hips over and over, fucking you back like his life depended on it. For just this moment, everything was perfect. Loki was no malicious god who had threatened your world and you were no slave but a beautiful woman able to drive the man under you crazy with bliss. The thought sent jolts of electricity through your whole body, jolts that aimed directly for your lower, most intimate regions and your breasts that were bouncing up and down with every eager movement. You felt yourself getting even wetter, the tension within you rising, increasing until you almost couldn’t take it anymore. Was this what pleasure felt like? Was this what Loki felt right now? Was he as close to this… this edge, this cliff, whatever it was, as you were? How was he able to endure it? No matter how good it felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to jump, to release the melting pot of sensations in your body.

The God of Mischief seemed to be reading your thoughts. He licked his lips as he let his gaze wander over your sweaty form, coming to rest on your breasts. Greedily, he cupped one of them and started kneading it, his thumb stroking your hardening nipple in a rhythmic motion before his other hand inconspicuously trailed down to where your bodies met. A moan escaped your lips when his soft and cool fingers found your clit and toyed with it. Gently at first, he grew fiercer with every moment that passed until he was rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with such intensity, that you in fact, started screaming—you screamed because it felt so unbelievably good, so good that you were going to lose it. And so you did. Your orgasm rippled through you like a tidal wave, having you see stars for a moment. Your tight walls clenched around Loki’s cock, milked him eagerly as you attempted to ride out your high.

This felt… incredible. Never had you experienced something this intense before… you failed to move your hips any longer from the exhaustion your climax had brought but there was no need for it anyway, for only the fraction of a second after, Loki flipped the both of you around so he was the one on top, never sliding out of you once.

Your nails dug into his back from the sudden pressure as he thrust into you relentlessly, stealing your breath from you while you still struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

You had had your first orgasm… with Loki! Loki! The man who might be at fault for why you had ended up here in the first place!

All control you still possessed vanished when his name spilled from your lips like a prayer as you held on to him for dear life. The pressure was back, it was growing with every time the God of Mischief rammed his erect member so deep inside you it almost hurt. From this position, he was able to hit a somewhat magical spot in your pussy, a spot that had you panting again within mere seconds.

“Don’t hold back on me, little one. Cum for me again, cum for your king!” His last words were but choked out but you managed to oblige him nonetheless. It was evident he loved when he was being praised, especially by someone who utterly belonged to him and offered themself to him like a delicious meal. Had you done that? Had you lost yourself in the kind of submission you had been taught and forgotten, for just a while, that this was not truly in your nature?

Maybe. But right now, you did not care. Instead, you felt yourself clenching around him once more, you inner muscles contracting wildly from the wave of pleasure washing over your body. Crying out his name, your whole body was quaking, unable to deal with the amount of bliss that kept stealing away your sanity until finally, you witnessed him cumming as well.

Loki’s seed shot deep inside you, you could feel the sticky warmth in your cunt as his cock twitched and pulsated against your walls. He pulled out of you right after riding out his own orgasm, collapsing on the mattress on your right, his breath as uneven and loud as yours.

This. This was it. You were no longer a virgin. Loki had taken the last thing you had still owned. Strangely, you didn’t mind as much as you had presumed you would. Not with him. He had not brutally raped you, after all. Not really.

“Perhaps I should take you to Asgard with me after all. Keep you in my chambers. Oh, I would like that,” It was not exactly what you had had in mind when you had hoped to escape this terrible place and going somewhere else—ideally, home—oddly, however, the thought of Loki keeping you in his kingdom sent shivers up and down your spine.

“If that is what you wish, your majesty…” you replied tiredly. The God of Mischief chuckled.

Maybe being his pleasure slave wasn’t so bad after all. Not with this kind of mind-blowing sex and especially not if he treated you this… gently. Maybe one day, he would even come to like you, let you go! Could Loki be that kind of person? Perhaps he wasn’t that soulless monster who had attacked New York, perhaps this was only how the world, SHIELD, whatever they were, had wanted everyone to believe. God, what on Earth was wrong with you?

It was your last thought before you fell sound asleep, barely noticing how the God of Mischief practically pulled you into his arms.

Chaos erupted around you when you woke again, once more this day stolen of your sleep because of a disturbing noise defeating silence. This time, however, it was different. There were explosions, gun shots and battle cries echoing through the halls outside Loki’s chambers. Alerted, you jumped out of bed, hurrying to put on your dress as you realised with a start what this meant.

The God of Mischief was nowhere to be found and with a fight, a protest, a mutiny, whatever it was, going on in the palace, you’d finally have a chance to escape this place. So why, for Fuck’s sake, did you hesitate? Why did you, instead of making a run for it, think of how Loki had promised to bring you to Asgard? You couldn’t possibly stay with him, even if he had turned out to be more harmless than you had assumed. You were still considered his slave and he was still a mighty king, a God who was not to be messed with.

You’d made your decision a long time ago. You would flee. Now. But your hope, unfortunately, was only short-lived.

“You did not think I would forget to collect my gift before leaving, now did you, little one?” Loki was smirking as he pushed open the door with a loud crack, holding a large gun in his hands. He looked gorgeous as he stood there, armed to the teeth with determination sparkling in his blue eyes.

“W-what happened?” Your eyes widened and you stepped back, cautiously, before he took hold of your arm in a steel grip and dragged you with him through the many halls of the palace.

“Mischief,” he replied with a wink, shoving you forward so frantically you almost kissed the ground. After a while, you reached a ship, ready to take off. Loki pushed you inside with another smirk, his brother, Thor, as you knew, giving both you and him a questioning look which he proudly ignored as the ship raised itself into the air and left both Sakaar and your former slave drivers behind. Unwillingly, a relieved sigh escaped your lips.

Thor shot you an incredulous glance. “Loki, who is that?”

“This, brother, is…” he paused, frowning. Why yes. He had never asked for your name.

“(Y/N),” you declared timidly. “My name is (Y/N).”

Loki smirked. By now, that goddamn gesture was driving you insane. You never knew what he was up to, what his next move was going to be.

“She was given to me as a gift upon my arrival on Sakaar by the Grandmaster.”

“A slave girl?”

“A slave girl indeed,”

“And you intend to keep her?” Thor sounded enraged. Fists clenched, he stood, his dark and strong voice echoing through the ship like a lion’s roar.

“Why not? I intend to take her back to Asgard where she will serve me well. Surely you will agree that she will have a much more fulfilled life there.”

The God of Thunder gnashed his teeth. “I shall hope for you that you will at least see to it that she is happy in your company.” It was an innuendo, an insinuation. Thor knew what Loki could be like, though at the same time, he was unable to help it. Loki was king now, the one in power, the one who sat on the throne of Asgard. He’d have no say if he wanted to and the God of Mischief was only too aware of that. You cursed yourself for being intrigued by it.

Instead of responding right away, Loki turned to you, eyeing your form with another, mischievous smirk. His eyes locked with yours as he pulled you closer and lifted your chin with two cool fingers to press a gentle kiss on your lips, catching you off guard completely. Instantly, your heart skipped a beat. It was like somebody had freed dozens of butterflies in your belly. His mouth was so soft… his light kiss so tender, so unlike anything a slave girl should receive… Yes. Remember. You’re a slave. You’re a pleasure slave. But who were you going to fool? You had misjudged Loki. He was charming, exciting. He was a man to fall in love with—and that made pleasing him a lot easier.

He already knew what you were yet to find out. You were lying to yourself. You were glad to belong to him now.

“Oh, I am certain she will be.”