#ssfe

So this year I participated in a Secret Santa Fanfiction exchange, hosted by thereallimegreenandloki. I was the Secret Santa for takeabiteoutofyou! Most of this was inspired through takeabiteoutofme’s headcanons for Izzie and the rest are just my own ideas.

Marg, here is your requested fic of Izzie handling a mix of pre-thor Loki and Thor 2 Loki. She wasn’t working with me at first but then we finally warmed up to each other and we ended with a bang! I hope I did her justice, and if I didn’t I apologize.

This is my first ever published fanfiction, all the other times were just for my friends’ eyes but I’m finally sharing it. This is also my first ever written smut so sorry for the mess-ups.

Sorry it took so long but I was out all day and I was nervous to put this up. It’s been a while since I’ve written a story so I was afraid of how it would turn out but here it is, in it all its glory! I hope you enjoy :)

The other participants: hiddlemanips kitsunemiyuki25 queenoftheprocrastination kanevixen persephone622 tomhiddlestonslibrarian martinssonconstruction marvelousmindloki crescent-moon-rising @elementarydata @thalieth @icybluepenguin @vanillabeanlattes 

(If someone could reblog this and tag the other people who I couldn’t tag, that would be lovely. Thank you! :) )

Notes: “Jävla fan” means “Fucking hell” in Swedish and “Fanz” means “Fuck” in Hungarian. 

Rating: M

Crash!

“Jävla fan,” Izzie swore under her breath as she squat down and picked up the fallen film from the floor. She let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head slightly.

Today was just not Izzie’s day. Firstly, Lucky, her Italian Greyhound, decided to take its morning bathroom break on the kitchen tile. She didn’t notice until she slipped on the puddle and fell on top of it, making her smell like dog piss. Then, while walking up to the front of her photography store, she stepped on nasty-looking gum, ruining her new high heels. Later in the day, Izzie messed up a customer’s order, charging them double for their five 8 x 10s, which did not sit well with the customer. Now, near closing time, she knocked over a box of film which she had spent the last hour organizing chronologically.

She honestly didn’t know how worse her day could get from this point forward.

The door bell chimed, indicating someone walked into the store. From her spot on the floor, Izzie couldn’t tell who walked in, whether it was a man or a woman.

“Hey, the store is about close up. It would be better if you came back…” Izzie stated as she stood up and brushed herself off but stopped talking when her eyes landed on the back of an unknown male. Long, unruly, raven hair fell past the mysterious man’s shoulders, matching the black tailored suit he wore. Izzie eyed him up and down, fully realizing how tall and lithe the man was.

“This photo,” a velvety voice began. “It is of your doing, yes?” She couldn’t see what picture he was referring to since he was blocking it so she moved from behind the counter and cautiously walked towards the guy. As she got a clearer view, Izzie smiled as she saw the photo.

It was of a girl sitting on the shore of a lake. The girl’s chocolate brown hair and white dress that reached past her knees blew gently in the breeze. Her arms were wrapped around both her knees as she stared longingly at the starry night. Izzie had snapped the picture quickly before the girl noticed and sped off back home.

“Yeah, it was about 2 weeks ago. I was taking my dog, Lucky, out for a walk when I happened to stumble upon the girl. It was just one of those “moment in time” shots that had to be taken,” Izzie explained, stopping beside the mysterious man.

These were Izzie’s favorite shots; these “moment in time” shots. They held the most meaning for people since they could relate to the person or people in the photo. They could integrate their thoughts and feelings, connecting with them on a personal level. That’s why they sold so quickly.

“Her gaze…She seems so mesmerized, so caught up in the scene before her that she is unaware of her surroundings,” The man tilted his head slightly, eyes roaming over the photo. “Unaware of you capturing this magnificent scene,” his gaze shifted over to Izzie, eyeing her inquisitively.

Izzie glanced over, meeting a pair of bright, green eyes. She inhaled sharply, taking in the features of the man. His green eyes stood out from his creamy, white skin. His jawline and high cheekbones made him look predatory yet regal and ethereal all at the same time. It was like looking at a male model-god who only existed in fairy tales.

A part of me was like, “He’s probably a serial killer…” and the other part was like, “He looks like a sculptured Greek god and his voice sounds like melting chocolate…” 

“Simply breathtaking,” He whispered as his thin, pink lips etched into a small, closed-mouth smile. Izzie wasn’t sure if he was talking about her or the photo but she still blushed, nodding and giving a small ‘thank you.’

The mysterious man grinned, stretching out a hand, “Loki. Loki’s my name. And what is the name of the beautiful owner of this quaint shop?”

“Izzie,” She replied as she grabbed his hand to shake it but instead Loki brought the back of her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. Izzie’s eyebrows shot up, confused yet curious about this man.

“What a lovely name for a lovely lady,” he replied, the words vibrating against her skin. He let go of her hand as she pulled it back, breaking out of her trance. She softly rubbed her hand, still feeling his soft lips on her skin.

“So do you want this or not?” She asked casually, turning back to the photo. She had no idea what just happened but she needed to get back to her regular self.

Get it together, you fucking idiot, She mentally thought.

“How much would it be?”

“Since it’s one of the bigger ones I’ve developed, about $212.93, with tax.”

Loki nodded, turning fully to her. “Then it’s a deal. I would like to purchase it.”

She nodded, walking up to the photo and taking it down. Then she walked back to the counter as he followed her. She squeezed in behind the counter, setting the photo on the counter.

As he was pulling out his wallet, Izzie tried to open the cash register but it wouldn’t budge. She pushed the buttons but nothing would work.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She mumbled angrily, shaking the register.

“Is everything alright?” Loki scrunched his eyebrows, watching the red-headed woman curse at and shake the register. “Do you require assistance?”

“No, I’m perfectly—,” Before Izzie could finish, the register flew open and hit her square in the stomach. “—fine,” She hissed, clutching her stomach. A string of curses flew from her mouth as she snatched the money from his hand, counted out the change, handed the change back to him, and shoved the photo into his hands.

“Have a good day,” she murmured harshly, fixing the film from earlier and wanting to go home. She just wanted this horrible day to end so she could go home, relax, and forget about this awful day. Feeling someone staring at her, she glanced up to still find a pair of green eyes filled with concern with a hint of amusement.

“I’m assuming your day has not been well?” Loki inquired, his gaze roaming over her face.

“No shit, it’s been awful. I just want this day to end so we’re another day closer to Christmas and I don’t have to stress as much,” she answered, setting the box with a bang on the counter. “And it would be nice if you left already so I can close up shop and go home.”

“Come with me.”

“Excuse me?” Izzie asked incredulously, her face contorted into a look of surprise and confusion. This offer seemed rather strange coming from a man she just met in her shop who didn’t look like he belonged in this quiet, Swedish town.

“Join me for dinner at my place. You spoke of relaxation, did you not? Seeing that each action you do results in…disaster,” he remarked as she squinted in his direction. “I could cook up a lovely dinner and help you relax and forget your day.” He suggested, a grin adorning his face.

Izzie calculated the pros and cons of the situation she was presented with. Pros: someone would make a lovely dinner for her, she could finally relax without having to worry something bad was going to happen again and, she would be spending the night with a handsome stranger. Cons: the world could keep kicking her ass and she might not see him again…

“Are you sure you’re not one of those good-looking murderers who lures in their victims with promises of wonderful things but then ends up slaughtering them?” She asked with an eyebrow quirked up.

He chuckled, a sound that resonated from inside his chest and held amusement and mischief.

“My dear, if I were, my offer would have been suggested a long time ago,” a smirk replaced his grin.

Izzie sighed, knowing he was right. She bit her lip, glancing from Loki to the mess around her. I really do need to relax…Izzie thought.

She closed the box, huffing. “Give me 10 minutes.”

—————————

After closing up shop, they both walked a short distance to his apartment on the outskirts of town. On the way there, Izzie explained her terrible day. A few snickers and chuckles came from Loki, which she responded with a few elbow jabs to his ribs.

Upon walking through the door, her eyes roamed over the apartment. It was a simple place, with a few Christmas decorations here and there. His biggest decoration was a Christmas tree. Red, green, and gold ornaments adorned the evergreen. White tinsel and lights were wrapped around it and a few presents were tucked underneath. She sat down on the white couch as he went into the kitchen to prepare their meal.

About 45 minutes later, Loki escorted her into the dining room where an Italian dinner sat with a bottle of red wine. She had to admit, he was an exceptional cook.

Throughout the dinner, there were shared glances, and brief touches between the two. Loki would make a flirtatious comment and Izzie would flirt back, throwing in a smirk. Even though he slightly annoyed her and he had an arrogant air around him, she enjoyed his company and mischievous ways.

A few glasses of wine and many strings of pasta later, Loki and Izzie found themselves plopping down on the couch, with their glasses of wine and a bowl of cherries.

Izzie picked a cherry and popped one into her mouth. After spitting out the seed, she held up the cherry stem.

“Did you know that it’s said that whoever can tie a knot on a cherry stem with their tongue are considered the best kissers?” Izzie asked, waving the cherry stem in front of Loki’s face.

“I have heard of this myth but I have not tried myself. Have you?” Loki questioned as Izzie shook her head. “Then why don’t we have go?”

“Is this a challenge I hear?” Izzie remarked, folding her legs under herself.

“I believe it is,” a smirk graced his face as he plucked a cherry stem.

“It’s on,” Izzie grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

They shifted so they were facing one another on the couch.

“On the count of three…one, two, three!”

They stuck the cherry stems in their mouths and began their cherry stem knot-tying contest. Their faces twisted into different facial expressions as they tried to tie a knot.

A few seconds later, she pulled out the tied cherry stem just right before Loki did. She threw her hands up in the air, getting up in Loki’s face.

“I won! I won! I’m the better kisser,” Izzie chanted, sticking out her tongue. He laughed, placing the cherry stem in the bowl. She grinned like a Cheshire cat until she saw the way he was looking at her. He had a twinkle in his eyes, much like the lights on his Christmas tree.

He leaned forward, their faces mere inches from each other. “I’d like to be the judge of that,” he remarked, brushing a piece of hair from her face. Izzie bit her lip, her eyes roaming over his face.

He’s a stranger, she thought. But it’s Christmas, why the hell not? Izzie smirked, closed her eyes, and leaned in, their lips gently touching.

His soft lips were a stark contrast to the electrifying feeling that ran through her body. She pulled away slightly, her eyes opening up to find his green orbs staring back at her. His eyes were filled with lust as he hungrily looked at her.

Her lips crashed back onto his as her hands wrapped around his neck. One hand cupped her face as the other one placed itself on the small of her back. Their breathing increased as they hungrily kissed each other. Loki bit her lip as Izzie moaned against his mouth, her hands snaking up to grip his hair.

His lips parted from hers and latched onto her neck, sucking on the tender skin there. She stretched out her neck, giving him easier access. He gingerly bit her neck, kissing the red marks left by his teeth as a soft groan escaped her lips.

She slowly eased herself onto his lap, straddling his hips, each leg on either side of him. She peppered kisses along his jawline and down his neck. Sucking on his neck, small hickeys marked his porcelain skin. Feeling eager, she bit harshly into his skin, earning a moan from him.

His hand travelled down her back, ending on her ass and slowly moved his hand under her dress.

She inhaled sharply, feeling his cool hand on her skin. He caressed it gently before giving it a hard slap. Izzie hissed as she felt the sting of the slap while Loki gently rubbed it.

"That’s for being a tease all night," Loki breathed against her skin. 

Slap!

Izzie hissed again, biting her lip. “And for being the little vixen you are. With your tight little dress and heels. Do you understand what that does to a man like me?” He questioned, pulling away and staring in her eyes. She shook her head.

Slap!

Izzie couldn’t keep it in anymore as she moaned and whimpered, her head resting on his shoulder. 

Slap! Slap! Slap!

A pool formed between her legs with each slap he gave. Her uncertainty faded as her desire for him grew. 

"It makes me primitive. It makes me lustful," he answered, moving his hand along her clothed entrance.

"Oh my dear, it seems you’re enjoying this," Loki smirked, feeling her desire. Izzie just moaned, wanting any part of him inside of her.

"Well, I’m just warming up," Loki stated before his lips found hers again.

Clothes are ripped off and thrown across the room. Their hands groped at each other’s bodies, trying to feel more skin to skin. The kisses became more hungry and desperate, sucking and biting any skin available to them.

After the last articles of clothing came off, Izzie stood in front of Loki in only her high heels. She was between his legs while his hands caressed her body. From behind her legs up along her ass to the front, pinching her nipples lightly, down her stomach and the front of her thighs. She breathed heavily while his eyes roamed over her body, finally locking onto her eyes.

"You’re absolutely divine," Loki purred as his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her down onto his lap.

"And you’re slow and a tease," She commented sassily, a smirk tugging at her lips. She could feel his erection against her own heat and she grinded against it, eliciting a moan from both of them.

"Patience is a virtue you don’t seem to have acquired," He remarked through gritted teeth, slapping her ass harshly. Izzie groaned, her breathing quickening its pace.

Izzie could see his restraint wearing thin which each passing moment and her little act just now wore it down even farther.

"And it seems like yours is running thin." She grinded on him again, a moan rising from Loki again. Batting her eyelashes innocently, she ran a finger down his chest. "C’mon, just give in already, or," She paused, her finger stopping at his naval. "Are you too scared?" She challenged, a teasing grin on her face. "I bet you won’t be as good as all the guys and girls I’ve had."

His restraint snapped as he roughly grabbed her hips and thrusted into her. Izzie gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. He thrusted slowly in and out while sucking on her shoulder.

His pace was agonizingly slow making Izzie growl. “Faster,” she hissed. “And don’t say for me to have patience, because we’re fucking past that.”

"Only if you request politely," Loki piped.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Will you please go fucking faster?” She asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

A chuckle vibrated against her skin as he picked up his pace. His hips hit against her hips as she thrusted against him. They panted heavily as their thrusts grew desperate. Mouths and teeth collided against each other.

"Harder, harder!" She growled out, entangling a hand in his hair. His fingers gripped her tighter, leaving small bruises. Their pace was animalistic now, the sound of skin hitting skin repeatedly echoed throughout the place. Izzie felt her stomach coil, fire and electricity running through her. She could feel herself crescendo.

One of his hands found its way to her ass, slapping it in time with each thrust. Izzie shouted a few obscenities, in different languages, tugging on his hair roughly which caused Loki to yell out a few curse words of his own.

"Come for me. Come for me like the naughty little vixen you are," he whispered into her ear.

That’s all it took to send her off the edge, her stomach uncoilinng. “Fanz, Loki!” It was like a dormant volcano that exploded after so many years of boiling and bubbling.

Loki followed soon after, spilling himself inside of her. He continued to thrust into her as she rode out her orgasm. He stopped altogether and pulled out slowly, as they both tried to catch their breaths. She entangled her hand from his hair and gently ran her hand through it. Loki kissed her softly, caressing her face.

"So, would you consider this a "moment in time" worthy shot?"

Loki laughed heartily as Izzie picked up a pillow from the couch and hit him with it.

"You’re unbelievable," She breathed, as she broke out into a grin.

"I know," he arrogantly stated, smirking. "Merry early Christmas, Izzie."

"Merry early Christmas, Loki."