#sexy loki

After a few moments of searching, your eyes landed on your boyfriend venturing into the bathrooms with the pretty lady from the dance floor. Sighing, you sipped your martini and stretched your legs in front of you, feeling the short dress riding up your thighs as you shuffled on the bar stool. Suddenly, someone stood beside you and smiled politely at the barman as he yelled over the music, “one pint of mead, my good sir, many thanks!”

You gazed up out of pure curiosity and you were floored when you realised that you were staring at the very man that had caught your eye just minutes before. Your heart began to race as you stared up at the man. His jaw looked like it could cut diamonds, it was that sharp! His shoulders were broad but not like a bodybuilder’s, just the exact width that showed he was impressively strong but also that he didn’t obsess over working out. His adam's apple bobbed as he talked, prominent on his throat as you imagined biting down into that neck and leaving your claim on him. Frustratingly, your panties were already dampening and your thighs pressing hurriedly together. 

His green eyes met yours and his thin lips spread into such an attractive smirk that made your core throb with a need that you realised hadn’t been given to you in a long while when with your boyfriend. Then, the Gods be damned, the asshole added insult to injury by beginning to speak with a voice that seemed as if it was dipped in honey, “yes, darling? Is everything alright?”

Your cheeks flushed hurriedly and you averted your eyes, pulling your martini close to your chest as you stared down at it. Hearing a deep chuckle, your heart accelerated as the man turned and rested his back against the bar while bringing his pint to his lips, eyes scouring over the crowd as he did. After a minute, he began again, “you came with your boyfriend, right? How’s that going?”

You sighed and downed the rest of your martini before meeting the man’s inquisitive gaze, “badly,” you lamented, “he’s currently fucking a girl way prettier than I am in one of the bathrooms.”

“A girl prettier than you? I had no idea such a person existed,” the man winked and you rolled your eyes. Smooth, you thought with a grin but the man began again, “in all seriousness, men don’t understand a treasure before them until they lose it. Dance with me.”

He held out his hand to you and, needing the thrill, you took it eagerly and allowed him to pull you onto the dance floor. His hand rested on your hip and the other snaked around your head to pull the pins out of your hair so that your hairstyle would fall around your shoulders. The music was blaring around you and you were pressed up against this man, his chest to yours with a very appealing view of your breasts showing from the top of your dress. The both of you swayed together, the man beginning to slowly grind forward when he was sure you were comfortable.

With his hips steadily grinding against your front, you felt the beginnings of hardness in his pants as his hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, achingly close to grasping one cheek of your ass. Your eyes met his and saw how his eyes were clouded with lust, lust for you, only you. With a brave breath, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips furiously against his, moaning as he kissed back with ferocity. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to kiss, one leg lifting up against his waist with his free hand holding your thigh to keep you there, the steady sway of his hips eliciting a soft moan against his lips as his clothed cock brushed against your soaked panties. Pulling away for air, the man leaned down and began to spread kisses across your neck and you whimpered happily against him as he did, pressing your hips closer to his and feeling him release a breathy laugh in response. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he growled against your lips, his teeth pulling your lip away before letting it go with a proud smirk. Watching you nod, the man lead you to the bathrooms. 

When you were inside, he sensed your nervousness and turned to you, cupping your cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before whispering, “I’ll let you leave. You have a minute to decide.”

You stared at him in shock as your heart raced and your core throbbed, you hadn’t felt this horny for someone in a long while. Your boyfriend was barely acknowledging you anymore, he always went off with a girl the moment you stepped through the club’s doors, he never paid attention to you at home, never attended to your needs in bed and only took what he wanted. Then there’s this man, this man that gave you a chance to back out if you didn’t feel up to it, a man who had just danced with you and hadn’t looked at you with pity, a man who had attempted small talk. Like Hell, you were going to pass this up!

When the minute passed and you hadn’t moved, the man smirked and prowled towards you and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips, his eyes fluttering shut with yours as he enjoyed the taste of your lip gloss and his tongue expertly studied your mouth as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. As if by magic, your panties were gone and his pants were down, his cock nudging at your weeping entrance. 

“Are you sure?” the man whispered gently, his head falling to your neck, his luscious lips peppering kisses across the skin and hearing your breath hitch.

You managed to grab his long black hair with one hand and you nodded before his cock pushed inside your aching pussy and he gasped in pleasure against your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his full length seated inside you, you hadn’t expected him to be this huge and you were taking all of him! 

The man waited a moment for you to adjust before slamming your back against the tiles of the bathroom and beginning to pound into you, his brows furrowed as he processed the intense pleasure that flowed through him as he thrust into you. He bared his teeth and bit down into your neck, eliciting a pleased moan from your mouth as his free hand cupped one of your breasts through your small dress, playing with your hard nipple through the fabric. 

“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” Loki breathed darkly against your ear, his thrusts becoming harder as your thighs shook around his waist, “I could do the shit that he never did. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him, I could be such a gentleman.”

You moaned beneath him, staring up into his eyes as you nodded eagerly, seeing the possibilities of what this man could give you. Already, he had been much more of a boyfriend to you than your own boyfriend had for the year you had been dating. The thoughts left your mind as his cock increased its thrusts inside you as one of his hands held your hands up above your head as the other began to toy with your clit, bringing forth the drowning feeling of an orgasm that you hadn’t felt in years. 

“You’re so beautiful,” the man breathed, watching as your eyes rolled back, his cock driving into the deep parts that your bastard of a boyfriend probably didn’t even know existed. “I’m Loki,” he growled against your ear, watching your eyes snap to him before another loud moan was released from your throat, “now moan it as I make you cum.”

Loki. His name was Loki! Oh, a sexy name for a sexy man! You thought as his thrusts became sharper, more precise as your high approached rapidly with the calculated twists of his fingers against your clit and the force of his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. You breathed heavily and moaned out your name as you whined loudly, your eyes opening just long enough to watch Loki throw his head back in pleasure and release an erotic moan of his own. 

“Loki!” you moaned, his name was the only thing running through your mind as your spiralled down into your orgasm, repeating his name like a broken record as electricity ran through your body and sent you over the edge, coating his cock in your release.

You didn’t have to wait much longer as the man above you moaned darkly into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering and his balls tightening before he released his cum inside you at the same time as he pressed his lips hungrily against yours. You moaned happily and desperately cupped his cheeks after he let go of your wrists to pull him closer to you.

Moments passed and you pulled away from the kiss, the thrill of what had happened roaring through your veins as you smiled up at Loki. “That was more than a dance,” you quipped tiredly, hearing him chuckle and you watched as he helped you slip your panties back on.

“Indeed,” he hummed, pulling up his own pants as he smirked at you, “what do you say, pet? Could I be a better boyfriend than him?”

You grinned and got to your feet, cupping his cheek and pressing another hungry kiss to his lips which he quickly reciprocated. When you pulled away, you whispered to him, “Call me.”

You slipped out of the bathroom after providing Loki with your number and you headed back to the bar. Your boyfriend was there and he did not look happy at the fact that you had left your place at the bar. Sighing, you pulled on your best smile and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, “hey, baby!”

Your boyfriend grabbed your arms and pulled you in front of him and he growled, “where have you been? I told you to sit here and look pretty, not to wander off and grab the attention of anyone else.”

You stared at him innocently although you were seething on the inside, “I had to go to the bathroom, I’m sorry baby!”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and kept a tight grip on your wrist as he stalked out of the club and hailed a taxi. The drive home was full of tension but you ignored it with a bright smile on your face as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing your mind to wander to the delicious fucking you had received from Loki in the bathrooms. 

When you got back inside your apartment, your boyfriend pinned you to the wall and sealed your lips in a fierce kiss but you bit down on his lip, causing him to yell and pull away. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, his fingers gently holding his lip as he glared at you, “what is wrong with you?!”

“Get out, I’m sick of being your toy that you can play with. Go fuck your whores, I hate the sight of you!” you sneered, your chest heaving as your boyfriend scowled and stalked up to you. Before he could touch you, you flipped a little notch in one of your rings and the spike that was hidden flipped up and you held it to his jugular, “touch me and you’re gone. I promise. Get out.”

Yelling all the swears under the sun, the man who was your boyfriend opened your front door and walked out, slamming it behind him. You hurried over to the door, secured the chain on the door and locked it behind him. Sighing in relief, you headed into the bathroom to clean up.

An hour later, you were peacefully perched on your sofa when your phone lit up with a call and you stared at it curiously before picking it up, “hello?”

“Hello, pet,” the honeyed voice purred down the receiver and you shuddered happily at the sound, “miss me?”

You grinned and leaned back on your sofa, knowing that you would have a much better experience with Loki than you ever would with your ex.

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We sat on the balcony, swapping war stories while watching the tide come in. It reminded me of that night in the common area of the tower. Too much to drink, getting rowdy and stupid, sharing way too much with one another. 

You sat back, reminiscing. Sam and Bucky egging everyone on to share stories of their misdeeds–times when they hadn't been the perfect, stand-up Avengers. Loki sat in a corner, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms, relishing in this side of the team. Sam shared a tryst he'd had with twins; Tony recalled a pornographic escapade during his playboy days with some unnamed celebrities. Wanda shared the cons she would run with her brother once upon a time. You could feel their eyes start to drift toward you. Clearing your throat, you brought back a memory that felt like a lifetime ago. "Before I joined this team, I was part of an undercover operation to assist in infiltrating large crime organizations. I was only supposed to be a cocktail server, slip by their security, grab the intel while the team disabled the cameras and leave before anyone suspected a thing. Everything was going according to plan, until one of the Narcossi brothers decided he needed an extra hit upstairs. We were both shocked when we found each other in the study, but he was the only one who showed it. I played it off like I'd followed him upstairs, that I desperately desired him, and then performed my first impromptu strip tease."

"Wait," Natasha interrupted. "The Narcossi brothers? Didn't one of them OD?"

You smirked. "That was the official report."

Sam choked on his drink mid-sip. "Did he OD on that pus–"

"Sam!" A balled-up napkin hit him in the chest. "He didn't get that far. He took a few more hits while I stripped down to a few flimsy lacy garments. Men tend to lower their guard when you're standing in front of them in only heels and a thong." From the corner of your eye, you saw Loki slowly lean forward.  "He turned to take another hit and I shot a serum into him that would take down an elephant."

"Boooo!" Sam yelled. "Come on, you tease!"

Awkwardly you stood in your inebriated state. "Sorry team, that's all I got tonight." 

Was that the first time you desired me? Or the first time you'd admit it to yourself? Following me back to my room, scaring the hell out of me outside my door. Do you remember what you had said? "Tell me, y/n. Have you stripped down for many men?"

You were standing so close I could smell Thor's mead on your breath. I barely heard the question and shook my head. 

"Interesting," you had whispered, and took a strand of my hair in your fingers. "And what exactly were you wearing when you stripped down?"

Were you teasing me, or were you intrigued? At the time, I couldn't tell. I grabbed the hand fiddling with my hair and with a cheeky smirk, told you, "Something skin tight and green underneath." 

You should have seen the look on your face when I told you goodnight and slipped into my room alone. 

Feb. 20

How can I miss someone so terribly that I hardly knew? Sometimes I am so angry with you, for making me feel this way and then leaving. I'd never tell you to your face (you were cocky enough as it was), but you were so much greater than most of us. But, even now, I don't think I'd ever be as mad as that other time (you know the one).

The team had been called together for a meeting with Fury and Hill, giving updates on the developments around the world, including Istanbul and a new subset that popped up in Liechtenstein. 

"We'll need to set up a team for a covert operation. Loki, I'd like to see you in there this time. Y/n, Dr. Pham gave you a green light. I figured you'd want to be there as well."

Internally ecstatic to finally be away from the mind numbing desk work while on medical leave, you turned to Loki. He stared ahead, jaw clenched. "Might I suggest that Thor and I take the lead on this one? It wouldn't be our first time handling this type of group."

"Not this time," Fury said, eyeing you. "Y/n has the stealth we need and she's familiar with the operation."

He slowly nodded as Maria handed the logistics sheet and went over the timeline of the mission.

As you made your way back to the compound to prepare, the tension was thick. What was wrong with him? Did he not trust you?

Leather jumpsuit zipped up, the katana was strapped to your back, a knife to your ankle, throwing stars on your hip. Waiting for the final word from Hill to take off, you found him alone, dressed in green and black leather, ready for battle. He glanced your way, jaw silently working again. "Will you please spit out what your problem is so we can move on?"

His head cocked to the side, obviously not expecting the outburst. "Do I have a problem?"

"Well you certainly would rather have Thor on this mission than me."

His smile was menacing. "Yes, I would rather have the God of Thunder at my side than the mortal who couldn't handle this mission the last time."

Pursed lips, your face burned, his words a kick to your gut. "We were ambushed."

"Indeed."

Internally, rage pulsed through your veins. How dare he think of you as incapable! "We all have made mistakes before, even the mighty Thor. I'm still valuable on this mission."

He took a daring step forward. "Little girl with a big stick. Take that away and what are you?" 

The handle of the katana was like an extension of your arm as it was unsheathed. "Come and find out."

His daggers appeared in his hands as you wielded the sword. He came at you quickly, more agile than you were used to with humans. Even alien invaders weren't like this, taking you by surprise. But you had trained with the best of them. Natasha had taught you stealth, Steve had taught you strength, Tony had taught you courage, and Clint had taught your precision. But you had taught yourself control. And when he came at your left, the katana swung, but instead of moving against him like he'd anticipated, you followed with. The sword could have sliced him open, you were better than he had imagined, but you held back the sharp blade centimeters from his skin. 

"Are you satisfied?" you asked breathlessly.

"Almost," he responded and reached palm to your forehead. Your eyes rolled back and he saw everything–the training you went through, the agony of losing everyone you loved before finding your way to the Avengers, every mission you'd taken, every battle you fought, every fear and desire you held. And when he let go of you, you knew that he knew everything. But the words that left his lips were not what you expected.