#stubborn loki

“Charming. Well, I just used them. You want any snacks?”

He turned his nose up and made some comment about ‘those ghastly giant drinks, and Midgardians with their troughs.’ The latter word refered to the large buckets of popcorn.

“Shakespeare was a more civilized affair,” he quipped.

“You can’t compare a legendary 16th century playright to my local Odeon.”

“Odin?”

“No, Odeon. It’s the cinema chain.”

“Oh.”

He stopped whining, and you went into the cinema to find your seats towards the back of the theatre. The screen was black initially. You were always early to a film. He jumped when the cinema intro started, even though you had forewarned him the music might be loud. Then, he was like a kid at Christmas, wide-eyed with wonder.

He kissed your cheek, “This is wonderful darling. Thank you.”

He let out a little laugh - an amused scoff, more like - and grabbed a fistful of popcorn out of your bucket.

“Hey! Only pigs use troughs, remember??” You whispered to him, to which he made an amused little snort to sound like a pig. His eyes went wide at the next couple of adverts. Tear-jerking Christmas ads, of course. He stared at the screen. You stared at him. You were sure you saw his eyes glass over.

“Okay, it’s starting now.”

He looked at you and his mouth opened a little. “That wasn’t the play?”

“The film. No.” You pointed to the screen to show that it was starting. “Here. Want some?” You offered him your drink, and he sipped. He made an orgasmic expression, having never tried sweet cola before. He finished the entire thing.

He became engrossed in the film, quickly being transported to the first world war. He pointed and whispered to you. “It was never like that.” “He wasn’t like that.” “That is quite accurate.”

It was odd to know he’d lived through the events dramatized on screen. It was like having your own personal historian.

He kept leaning forward at particularly dialogue-heavy, engrossing moments. He seemed uncomfortable, crossing his legs every so often. Over time, he kept shifting. It became quite clear what it was.

“Lo,” you whispered in his ear, using your code name lest anyone around you realize who was in the theatre. Midgardians still hadn’t got over the Battle of New York. Which was understandable, really. “Lo, the toilets are outside.”

He hushed you. “Yes yes I am aware. I can hold my liquor.”

You had heard it a million times before. It was true, he DID have a strong constitution compared to any human you had met. But like any being, he had his limits. And he had downed an enormous, caffeinated sugary beverage, the likes of which his system had never experienced, and done so right at the start of a three-hour film. If he held on, it would be a miracle. But then, he always did. He always seemed to make it. And afterwards, he would brush off his desperation as no big deal. And you would never speak of it again.

His elegant leg-crossing turned into wriggling around half-way through the movie. Two hours in, he was squirming. With a half hour left to go, he had one hand jammed into his crotch.

Predictably, the last 30 minutes of the film was vital to the plot and not something either of you wanted to miss. It was also action-heavy, and Loki jumped at each loud explosion. He let out a little whine at one particularly loud sequence, and you wondered if he had leaked a little in surprise.

When the movie ended and the credits rolled, you weren’t about to stick around for any post-credits scene. You could find out online later. What mattered right now was Loki.

You whispered to him before the lights came on. “Toilets are outside. I’ll take you.”

“Hmmmppph, no... Midgard. Might be. Recognized.”

You looked at him, “Lo, you’re bursting.”

“Car. Please. Need to go home. Please.”

Your eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see the desperation in his eyes. Thankfully, you were sat on the end of a row. A very full row, which was about to start filing out of the theatre. You placed your hand on his upper arm. “We have to leave, Lo. Stand up for me.”

He took in a long breath and slowly stood, straightening up and trying to act as stoic as humanly - or Asgardianly - possible, his arms straight at his sides and balled into fists. You led him down the steps, around the corner, through the double doors of the cinema and out into the bright lights of the foyer. He was hunched over, his hair covering his face so nobody would see him. It seemed almost impossible for him to walk and yet he did, right out of the cinema’s glass doors and into the parking lot. You ushered him over to your car, pressed the button on your keys and even opened the passenger door for him. While waiting for you to open the door, he had one hand on the roof of your car, the other on the inside of his thigh, his legs crossed. He wasn’t quite grabbing himself in public, but it was close.

As soon as you were both in the car, he grabbed himself with both hands.

“D-darling, I... I... I really need to go.”

“I know Lokes. I’ll get you there as fast as I can.”

You started the car and he hunched over in his seat.

“It’s only ten minutes to my house. Hold on.”

He let out a loud groan. “Ten... ten minutes?”

“Yeah. You can hold on, right?”

He shook his head and bit his lip. “I... I... yes. Yes of course.”

You passed him the empty cola cup from the theatre, which you had brought out with you and had been sat in your lap. “Here. In case of emergency.”

“Relieve myself? In here? Like an animal? OHHHHH...” He groaned as an urgent wave hit him. He started rubbing his thighs together, squeezing down with both hands and wriggling around so much you were shocked you weren’t pulled over by the police. He was turning to the window, one leg turned impossibly upwards, then squirming back to face you.

“Darling... d-darling... I... it’s... it’s an emergency...”

You stopped at a red light, and leaned over to his side to pick the cup up off the floor. “Use it, baby. Please.”

He shook his head. “Can’t. Would rather... UMMMMMMPH... rather... let go in my trousers.”

“Loki, this is Gucci!” You KNEW it was bad. He would never knowingly ruin a fine suit without good reason. The light turned green and you drove on. “Less than five minutes now, Lokes.”

“Mmmmmm, hmmmmmph.” He was biting down on his lip and tears formed in his eyes.

I’m going to let go in my clothes, in front of her. Norns above, hold on Loki...

You pulled into your drive, put the handbreak on and stopped the car so fast you wondered if you should become a formula one driver. You were at the passenger door within seconds. You opened the door to see Loki practically curled up into a ball, his entire body tense. Sweat rolled from his forehead.

You leaned down and unfastened his seatbelt. “Lokes... I want you to go here. You’re in too much pain. Please, just let go. I’ll clean up.”

“C-can’t. Can’t. Made it this far...”

You stood back as he slowly started to stand, not without a lot of whining and groaning.

“I’ll open the door, Lokes...” you called as you rushed towards your front door, hands shaking as you opened your porch door, then the second door into the hallway. You pointed to the bathroom - he had been to your house before, but you felt the need to be super clear at this moment. He hobbled towards it as you rushed past him, closing both front doors and locking them from the inside. Force of habit. And also, you wanted Loki to have full and complete privacy.

What you didn’t know, is he had started leaking on his way to the bathroom. The relief of making it home had overwhelmed him, and his muscles started to relax. You made it back towards the bathroom within seconds, but he was already on the verge of tears, fumbling with his Gucci belt with both hands, then removing a hand to grip himself when a large spurt escaped. He whined in desperation.

“Lokes, here.” You unfastened his belt for him, both of his hands going to his crotch in vain. But it was too late. It started pouring out of him, the loud hissing sound ricocheting off the tiles of your bathroom.

“N-no, no, please no...” Loki gasped as he started to wet himself. He turned his head away from you, and you stepped back a little in a vain attempt to gift him some privacy. He stayed stock still as the contents of his bladder emptied down one pant leg, the expensive material clinging to his thigh and lower leg, and making its way down to his immaculate shoes and pooling onto the bathroom floor. He froze in place, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He didn’t even feel relief at first. He still felt desperate as his bladder emptied, only starting to feel relief as he soaked his clothes further. His pale cheeks were crimson. He continued to look away from you.

It was the longest 60 seconds of your life. You stared at him, not quite believing what you were seeing... or how you were feeling. You had been concerned for Loki, and wanted him to make it... but now that he hadn’t, you couldn’t deny how aroused you felt seeing him in this state.

When he finished, he was gasping. As his breath steadied, his chin and bottom lip started to tremble.

“Loki...” Your voice was above a whisper, and overflowing with compassion.

“Don’t. Please.” His jaw was tense. He still hadn’t looked at you.

Just leave. Leave so I can allow my tears to fall in peace.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“Privacy. So I may... clean up.” He felt disgusted with himself at the last words. How had he allowed himself to wet his trousers like a child, with you, his partner, stood right in front of him?

She will never make love to me again.

“I will give you privacy Loki, if you prefer. But... with your permission, I would like to help.”

His face stayed stock still. But his eyes moved towards you. “And why would you do that?” His voice dripped with venom and suspicion.

“Because...” You stepped forward and closed the space between you, gently bringing a hand to his face. He flinched at the contact. “You’re my partner. I love you. And nothing you ever do can change that.”

“Why aren’t you disgusted with me? Or laughing at me?” His voice was curious now. He was genuinely confused. The truth is, it wasn’t the first time this had happened. Around a century ago, he disgraced himself just outside the royal courts, with one of the warriors three viewing the entire spectacle. He was ridiculed about it for decades. Since then, he had held on, no matter what it took from him physically. He would never let that happen again. Until now.

“Loki.” Your gentle voice thawed him. “It’s me. It’s me, Loki. I would never do that to you.” Slowly, so as not to startle him. You placed another hand on his face, gently cupping him. “May I kiss you?”

His nod was barely noticeable, but you leaned forward and kissed his lips. He kissed you back. As you pulled away, he started to sob. He covered his face with his hands.

“D-don’t tell anyone of this, I beg you...”

You pulled him into a hug, not caring that your hips and legs made contact with his wet trousers.

“I would never, Loki. I love you. You’re okay, baby. You’re safe.”

He pulled away enough to look at you. “I do not deserve your compassion.”

“You do, baby. Now... I’m going to get in the shower, and I would love for us to shower together. How does that sound?”

A genuine, yet small, smile creeped onto his face. “Yes. Yes please, darling.”

At his request, you turned away as he peeled off his wet clothes and stepped into the shower with you. You placed a kiss on his cheek. “See Lokes? It’s like it never happened.”

He gripped your face with his large hands and kissed you thoroughly.