#sub loki

"You've apologized a week ago, Loki," you chided, feeling Grouch climb into bed at the foot.

"And you have yet to forgive me," he continues, being enough to make you turn the other way to face him.

"Because it's Grouch. You managed to hide him, and you made me worry, Loki. You know how I get," the words stopped in your throat, vividly remembering the fear you felt when Grouch didn't come. "And you know he's older now."

"My love, it was never intentional." The uncertainty in reaching for you was notable, hands inching closer in hopes you would reach out first.

"Yeah, but you still did it," you reminded, looking away for a moment. "Now to think of a way you could pay me back."

"Revenge?" His head jolted in your direction, knowing your version of revenge would be anything but pleasant. "I'm sure there's something else you think of."

"Oh?" A glimmer in your eye spoke volumes. Of course, you had powers, something simple but deadly under the right conditions. "But you want my forgiveness, right?"

"It's not that I don't. I know how vindictive you can get," Loki corrected, unease in his eyes. "You can give nightmares with a breath."

"I can make someone dream with a breath. You think I only give nightmares?" You turned to him, a smirk forming on your lips.

"I've only seen you give people nightmares."

"I can give someone dreams. What comes of those dreams is based on my mood. Do I look pissed right now?" You shot back, head tilting as you sat up.

"Not particularly," Loki answered, but he made no move to pull away. You sat up, making sure the door was open, your dog sitting up with you. 

"Grouch, go home," you gave the soft command, receiving a whine of reluctance before Grouch got off the bed and went to his bed in the living room. 

"I trust you," more of a mantra to himself, but Loki meant it. With a breath, the door closed and locked before you turned your attention to him.

You were a Dreamer, something in your culture described as a creature who could manipulate the minds of others with mist. For you, the red mist stemmed from your breath, and as long as the receiving person breathed in the mist, their minds were under your control.

Hovering beside Loki, you breathed, red mist flowing from your lips and surrounding his head. His chest swelled, inhaling the scent as your hand caressed the side of his face. "Let's see if I can make you ruin yourself without my touch."

Images of you started to flash through his mind, his body reacting slowly. You took it slow, starting with your first night together. Loki was never the type to fuck rough, using you like an object, not unless you asked. 

That first night was a night to remember.

His body started to react, cock rising to attention as his mind swirled. "Wait, Loki," your voice cuts into the memory, your face flushed with arousal.

"What is it, darling?"  He enjoyed the look on your face, the desperation in your eyes. "Use your words," he teased, a slender finger trailing your jaw and making you look up at him.

While his mind reeled in your dreamer mist, you changed some of the memories, made them intense, made them longer. Just as his hand snaked around his cock, you stopped him, lacing your fingers with his. "Untouched."

Just your touch made sparks fly under his skin, whimpers escaping his mouth as you intensified the dreams that coursed. You wanted to test it further, blowing another wave of mist into his face.

Memory manipulation with ghost touch. Another level of reminiscing that connected the sense of touch with memory. 

False touches of hands ran over his body, sensual caressing which happened in the past connected with the present. Loki hadn't said anything, the poor soul. The only sign of him still grounded in the present was his tightening grip on your hand. 

You shift the memory some, playing further in the night as the mist relayed your touch. Your hips gyrate against his, chasing a pleasure you felt only when you were alone. The sounds of your pleasure, your hands using his chest to balance yourself. 

"There you go, take it for yourself," his words encouraged, while his hands would grip your hips, stabilizing you. "So eager for me."

A conniving smile crept onto your face as you watched his body react to a phantom touch. Hips grinding into nothing, grip on your hand tightening as if keeping you there, pleasure creeping his senses as he chased something fueled by the recent past.

"How cute, Loki," you whispered, eyes trailing to his cock as you watched precum bead from the tip. Part of you wanted to touch him, to see how fast it would take for him to come from a simple ministration.

You kept your composure, watching the memory pool a fresh sense of arousal. How responsive you were to his touch made the night memorable, but seeing how he teetered on the precipice made you think of something sweetly sadistic.

His hips chased the brink as your mouth moved to his neck, nipping at his pulse point. Slow kissed made his body tense up, his hand nearly crushing yours as he spilled on himself. 

His release spurted, a drawn out groan as you breathed the mist in, retracting the effect on his mind. His cock pulsed, still holding his hand as his eyes finally opened. "There you are. It's okay, take your time," your words were far from vicious, watching as his body trembled from his high.

"That was..." his voice quiet, still reeling from such an experience. 

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You do the talking.

Liz never really liked formal events. She didn’t like people frankly, it wasn’t her scene- she preferred violence and silence, or at most- a small gathering of close friends and allies, nothing like the extravagant gala they had set up on Krakoa. There had to be at least two hundred people here in the mansion that could rival even the palace of asgard- it was one of the rare times non-mutants were allowed on Krakoa and there were a lot of people here, hell- the guest list was alphabetized.

She had brought herself down to a more human height to fit in more even among the rest of them, taking herself from her usual 7’4 to a more humble 6’8… with two inch heels- so effectively 6’10- but she refused to make herself any shorter, she hated being short. She had gotten rid of the wings on her back when she arrived too just because of how crowded it was- she got a few looks at the somewhat gory sight of her wings retracting themselves into her body but excuse her for not wanting to bump people with them. 

She and Loki had brought a good amount of asgardien ale as a party favor to the people who couldn’t get drunk off of human alcohol. She leaned against one of the more central bars propped up on her elbows behind her. Her dress was the same teal blue her eyes once were, open back exposing the sparse feathers that still lined her back even without her wings, turning into a floor length gown of sheer layers right below her tail.

She was on her own for the time being, Loki had disappeared into the crowd at some point, being their usual charming self. For a while she had watched them mingle effortlessly with the people around them, she wasn’t good with people- she never was- and watching them easily shift between groups and conversations was nearly mesmerising. But they had gone off somewhere else so she resigned herself to sipping her drink, watching the other partygoers and hoping her reputation would stop most people from approaching her. 

Of course there had to be those brave or foolish enough to approach her. “Ma’am.” A strong voice said beside her, she looked down to see a man she quickly recognised holding a hand out for a handshake. 

“Captian.” She addressed him, taking his hand firmly. There was another man behind him she felt like she should recognise but couldn’t place. 

“I wanted to thank you for the drinks, anything from Asgard is always a treat.” He told her, holding her gaze.

“You're welcome.” She said after a moment. “I don’t know if I would have made it through this if I wasn’t able to get at least a little bit drunk.” She admitted, hoping he and his shadow would go away- but instead he laughed and sat on a stool near her, taking the admission as an invitation. 

“I get that, I have to do far too many events sober- I miss being able to get drunk with normal alcohol.” He told her as the other man sat on the stool beside him, letting her get a glimpse of his metal arm and making his identity click. 

She just hummed and nodded, taking another sip of her drink. 

“Where’s Loki? I was meaning to thank them too- I assumed they’d be with you.” He continued, her ear twitched with irritation. She had to be civil- she had to be nice. She had to be civil- she had to be nice. She had to be civil- she had to be-

“They’re doing their own thing.” She said plainly. “We are capable of not being attached at the hip.” She glanced at Barnes as she finished her comment. Be nice. “But I’m sure you’ll find them,” she shrugged, “they’ll come around at some point- they need a lot of attention.” She smiled, finishing her drink and pushing her glass back to the bartender for a refill. She really shouldn’t be drinking more, she didn’t know if her restrictions would affect that- but if she was going to have to deal with interacting with people like this? She probably needed it. 

The bartender came back with three glasses and she quickly took her own. “That being said, I should find them- they’ll be wanting attention from me soon and if they go too long without it I’ll regret it later- Have a good night Captain and-” She hesitated. “Barnes.” She told them before stalking away- if her dress wasn’t in the way her tail would have been between her legs. 

She really hated talking to people she didn’t know- at least with Loki she could just stand behind them until someone spoke to her. Like Barnes had with Steve. There was less pressure on her to talk and interact that way, she could do conflict, she could do fighting, she had confidence in that, she was fine at talking to people- but being nice? Small talk? She’d frankly rather be on the business end of her own sword. 

She saw Magnus before she saw Loki and chose to talk to him instead of roam stupidly. 

“Magnus!” She said with a smile, just glad to interact with someone she knew and didn’t hate before her eyes flitted to Xavier next to him. “Professor.” She said with considerably less warmth. 

“Ah! Liz! How are you enjoying Krakoa? It has been a while since you’ve been here hasn’t it?” He said, smiling back at her. She tilted her head.

“I was here last week to go over the situation with Sinister.” She reminded him. 

“For leisure I mean.” He corrected. 

“It’s… extravagant.” She said, “It’s a little overwhelming honestly.” She admitted. 

“I understand that much.” He nodded. “I myself find it distressing allowing so many outsiders- but Emma insists. I’m glad you chose to attend this year though, it is nice seeing you amongst the crowd.” 

“We were invited as an olive branch to the new Asgardian administration, it felt like we should attend.” She said, “And honestly Loki practically dragged me here.” She said quietly with a smile into her drink.  

“I see, still- it’s good to have you here.” She nodded. 

“Have you seen Mystique around?” She asked, “She wanted to meet Loki and I feel like I shouldn’t let that happen unsupervised.” He and Xavier laughed at that- reminding her that he was even there. 

“That’s right, did you end up speaking to them?” He asked her. She growled softly.

“She told you about that?” She groaned. 

“I fear she’s a terrible gossip.” He shook his head in mock-disapproval. 

“Well if you must know, I did- now is it a reasonable assumption to make that I should go find her.” 

“It’s reasonable- Raven can be vicious when it comes to those she cares for, I don’t doubt she would attempt to rip them to shreds at the slightest hint of a bad intention.” Xavier said. Liz glared at Magnus. 

“And you call Mystique a gossip.” She grumbled taking another sip of her drink, but he just shrugged.

“I never claimed to be any better.” He said. She sighed and looked away, spotting Loki’s horns among the crowd and lighting up. 

“Loki!” She called, tail wagging behind her. Their head snapped to her before nodding and going back to their conversation to tell whoever they’d been talking to that they had to go- making their way to her.

“Yes?” They asked her once they got to her- looking nervously between her and Magnus. She smiled to try and offset it- tilting her head. 

“Loki, this is Magneto.” She stated the obvious as if he wasn’t wearing his recognisable helmet and a magenta three piece suit. Magnus held out a hand for a handshake that Loki took. 

“It is good to finally meet you- I’ve heard much about you from Liz, I know you’re quite infamous here on Midgard.” Loki said, falling back into the extremely formal language they use as a safety net. 

“You as well! Liz has only good things to say about you.” He responded kindly. She knew Loki was… worried about meeting him- but she knew they should have been much more scared of Mystique.

Mystique who was behind them. Glaring up at them, nearly standing on their cape. Liz glared back at her and growled slightly, a quiet back off. She didn’t need protecting- she was nearly thirty if she remembered correctly- But she didn’t seem to get the message. 

“Loki.” She greeted flatly. They spun around to meet her with a smile she could tell was at least slightly forced. 

“Ah, Mystique! Glad to meet you!” They said extending a hand to shake. She took it with an indifferent hum. 

“Yeah, same here.” She said, gripping their hand with unnecessary force and looking them in the eyes somewhat aggressively. 

“Hah, Ok!” Liz interrupted, quickly downing the rest of her drink and throwing her arm around their shoulders. “Will you come with me to get another drink love?” She asked, glaring back at Mystique as she pulled back her hand. 

“Ah! That sounds good.” They nodded, she smiled. “Cool uh,” She wanted to avoid the bar she was at before. “Let’s head over there yeah?” She said, nodding to a bar at the other side of the room. They nodded quickly. 

She looked too Magnus who only gave her a sympathetic look and nodded at her before she led them away. 

“I’m sorry about her,” she said quietly once they were out of earshot. “She’s… protective, she thinks I’m still a child, and…” She sighed. “She’s like this every time Xavier and Magnus get back together too, I’ve overheard a lot of her shovel talks and they get… violent.” 

“Parents can be difficult, I think we both know that.” She shook her head. “They seem to think they’re my parents the way they act.” She said as she got to the bar. “Asgardian ale with ginger please, no ice.” She said to the bartender, putting her glass on the bar. “And one of those with ice.” She added, sitting down beside Loki. 

“Clearly.” They said. “ I thought I would be afraid of Magnus but Mystique is… scary.” She nodded. 

“He has a reputation but usually he’s…” She looked for a more accurate descriptor than ‘Polite’. “Amendable unless you give him a reason not to be. Those reasons can be flimsy- at best- but as long as you’re chill he’s chill. Mystique though… She’s not as political in her opinions but when it comes to people she cares about? She doesn’t play around.” They nodded. “I gathered that.” They told her as the bartender came back with their drinks. Quickly grabbing the one with an ice cube sitting at the bottom to drink from. She sighed and nodded into her own drink. 

“I don’t even know if she still thinks I’m a kid or if she just acts like that with everyone…” She shrugged, looking at her drink like it could hold the secrets of the universe she still didn’t know. “It’s kinda nice to know she cares but- I don’t know.” She shook her head. “Don’t let her scare you though, she knows if she hurts you it’ll hurt me and she wouldn’t want that- and even if that wasn’t a thing- it’s not like she can get to asgard so, whatever.” She laughed quietly. “She’d only really come after you if you hurt me and you’d have bigger problems to deal with then.” She smiled at them for a moment before laughing. 

She looked away again, swirling her drink slightly to watch it settle, repeating it again when it settled. She felt the mental exhaustion creeping in from the amount of people she was around. She heard Loki start to talk to someone else next to them and smiled to herself. 

“So can I get you a drink?” She heard Logan ask them- Of course it’s Logan. 

“I already have a drink I’m afraid.” Loki replied. “and it’s an open bar.” They said quietly.

“Thass’a shame, sure I can’t get you another?” Logan persisted. Liz grit her teeth and stood up. 

“Logan, I know it’s your pastime but I’m sure you can find someone else's boyfriend to steal for the night.” She growled from behind them, towering over him as the familiar holographic eyes opened around her. “I’m sorry Jean and Scott are dead but go find some other replacement for the night before I find a way to let you join them.” She stared him down. She was creating a scene wasn’t she? 

She sighed and sat back down. “Sorry.” She said quietly. This was why she didn’t drink damnit. Loki turned to her and took her hand.

“Do you want to head upstairs? It’s quieter up there.” They asked quietly. She nodded and looked around, people were looking at her. She didn’t mind people watching her usually but this was an exception. She was the kind of person who made scenes on purpose sometimes, she liked being the center of attention- but not tonight- this wasn’t the same, this was supposed to be fun- for everybody- and she just messed that up didn’t she. 

They led her through the crowd and upstairs quickly, stopping in a hallway upstairs. “I’m sorry about that. I- I know you can handle yourself! I think I had too much to drink but I still sh-” They pulled her down into a rough kiss, teeth clashing for a moment before she adjusted. Their hand ran along the back of her neck and her heart raced, skin heating up. 

“Don’t be sorry.” They said, pulling back only as much as they needed to. “That was really hot.” 

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With nobody but you.

They brought her back into the kiss, it was hungry and desperate, scrambling to push her against the wall, making her bend her legs to stay at their height. They were aggressive with it, only pulling back for breath. 

“Loki- should we be-” She tried to catch her breath. “Should we be doing this here?” She asked, slumped against the wall. They just grinned. 

“Why shouldn’t we?” They asked back, taking a wing in their hand. 

“There’s a lot of people here,” She stressed with a shiver. “Someone could catch us!” 

“Maybe- but don’t you want to make a point that I’m yours?” They asked as she leaned into their touch. 

“Is that what this is about? You want me to be possessive over you? You need everyone to know you belong to someone?” She asked. They nodded. 

“Seeing you get all mad for me was… hot. I liked you being so protective of me darling.” She blushed, happy accidents she supposed. She nodded to one of the doors in the hallway. 

“I’m sure I can work with that,” She said, wrapping her arm around their waist to pull them over to a room. Lucky them, it was a small bedroom decorated in light blues, she kicked the door closed behind her as she pushed them down onto the bed. 

“Liz-” They panted, pulling her back into another kiss like they never wanted to let her go. She pulled at the clasp of their cape before pushing them back down. 

“Patience, love.” She smiled, straddling their hips to keep them down as she undid their tie. She rolled her hips on where they were already hard beneath her before getting up. “Get comfortable, on your back.” She commanded as she took off her shorts beneath her dress but left the dress on. 

She smiled at them as they scrambled to follow her instruction. “Good boy, so eager to do as you’re told for me.” She praised- hearing the way their breath hitched at the praise. She crawled up to them- their eyes followed her every move, running her hands along their thighs to the waistband of their pants. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” She told them, she really loved hearing about their fantasies involving her, she liked to hear them talk. 

“I’m wondering how long you’re going to draw this out.” They hissed as she slowly undid their pants. 

“I wasn’t going to- but if you’re going to be impatient I can.” She said flatly, pulling their pants down just enough to pull their cock out before going back to straddle them with her hands on their shoulders. “Stay still.” She insisted.

“Oh fuck-” They whined as she rolled her hips, grinding herself along their length and gripping their shoulder tighter before moving to unbutton their shirt. “Liz, Liz-” They panted. 

“I know.” She said, kissing along their jaw. “But your patience will be rewarded love.” She told them quietly before latching on to their neck to mark them, feeling their whine in their throat. She continues to suck little marks down their neck as she exposes more of their skin. They put their head back to bare more of their neck to her as she put a little more force into her hips. 

She could tell just how hard they were trying to stay still for her, twitching slightly every time she broke the suction on their skin. She licked over some of the marks, savoring the salt on their skin. 

“Liz please. I can’t, Liz-” She smiled against them before biting them, hard. Hearing them cry out and their hips jolt. 

“You want everyone to know you’re mine, I think they will now.” She panted as she pulled back, admiring her work and trailing a hand gently down their chest. “You look so pretty like this hmm?” Their eyes were pleading when she met them- and she relented, pulling her hand down to guide them in slowly. She went slow but she still winced a little at the stretch, she probably should have stretched herself out more, but whatever. 

“Liz, fuck!” They shouted as she slowly sat down. Her skin burned watching them tense and try their best to stay still. She moaned quietly and rolled her hips, dress bunching behind her. 

She trailed her hand down their arm to take their hand, lacing her fingers through theirs. She guided their other hand to her hip before placing her hand back on their chest, leaning down to be closer to them. 

“You can move.” She said in their ear, going back to kiss their neck. It was clear how hard they tried to be gentle. She braced herself a bit harder on their chest. “Loki, you don’t need to treat me like I’m fragile, we both know I could break you if I wanted to and you fucking love that.” She hissed. “Fuck me like you mean it or I will.” They squeezed her hand. 

“Oh will you? Is that a promise?” She bit them again, causing their hips to stutter. 

“Maybe, do you want it to be?” She asked before licking the bite. They groaned.

“I wouldn’t mind it by any means.” They said, pulling her down a little rougher. “But I’m not exactly in control here.” They explained. 

“I suppose you’re right,” She said, taking a little extra control and pulling off a little. “But that implies you’re ever in control.” she said, nearly slamming herself back down onto them. “You’re only-” She cut herself off with a moan as they met her thrusts. “You- get to be -fuck- in control if I let you.” She tensed over them as they hit right at a really good spot. 

“I’m aware- hah- of that.” They insisted as she returned to their neck. “Shit, Liz, I’m- I don’t think- Liz, Liz-” Their movements were frantic before pulling her down and curled in on themself, holding her tight- letting out a long whine as they finished inside her, hips stuttering. They panted for a moment, head falling back before they came back to themselves- “I’m sorry.” They told her. She pushed herself back up. 

“You’re fine.” She said gently, “But don’t think I’m done with you.” She said, rolling her hips gently with them still inside her. They shook as the overstimulation began to set in. 

“Liz, it’s- I can’t-” They pleaded, but she just hummed lightly before pulling off of them. They sighed. “Can- Can I eat you out now?” They asked, she smiled.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” She said, making her way up to hover over their face, letting their own come drip out of her onto them. “This good?” she asked gently, they nodded eagerly, pulling her down. “Good. Re- Fuck!” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence before they lapped at her frantically like a man starved, licking their own come out of her. She searched for purchase, gripping at the headboard and one of their horns. “Fucking-” she nearly shouted, resting her head on the headboard as she tried and failed to catch her breath as they gripped her waist. 

“Jesus- I fucking- you’re way too good at this dude.” They tapped her thigh twice and she reluctantly pulled herself off. 

“Did you just call me dude?” They asked roughly. She blinked at them. 

“I guess I did… force of habit- is that it?” She asked. They just nodded and went back to it. “Fucking hell.” She swore as they took her clit into their mouth. She shook as static began to build in her ears. “Loki- shit- I-” They gently ran their teeth over her and it felt like she was electrocuted. “Fuck, fuck-” She shook again before slumping down, pushing herself to the side and laying down. “Fuck.” She said finally, taking a moment to recoup. 

“Could you… clean us up? It's easier for you to do it.” She said once she caught her breath, feeling the tingling of their magic flow over her. It was kind of nice to be able to lay on her back now that she got to. 

“You know, I took a look at the guest list before we came.” They said after a moment. She sighed-

“Did you?” She asked, because they were surely about to make a point. 

“And as far as I’m aware, Daredevil was supposed to be in attendance.” They said, giving her a moment to let that information sink in, she just sighed. 

“I… I don’t even care at this point- anyone who looks at you is gonna know anyways.” She told them. “And I mean, it’s Krakoa- He’s heard worse shit in the last few hours I promise you- because I’ve heard worse shit.”

“You have?” They asked, far too interested. She just shook her head and resigned herself to being the bringer of gossip for a while.

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Liz was tired. So tired. A day of storming through one evil laboratory and taking out failed clones, another combing through data to figure out where the next base and the hostages were, and another dealing with that. She’d taken a nap but it wasn’t at home so she didn’t sleep well. Add all of that to Mystique and Logan’s bickering and Charles and Magnus’ vague flirting? She wanted to fucking sleep, really sleep. 

She dragged herself away from the Bifrost and to her room. She didn’t think much about how much it smelled like Loki, because yeah, no shit- they live here. 

Maybe she should have, but she was tired. So it took her a few extra seconds to notice Loki- on her bed, cock in hand. Well maybe she could stay up a little longer. 

“As cute as you are, this is a little bit desperate, even for you.” She said casually like this was normal. They startled- had they not noticed her? And scrambled back a little. 

“I- It’s not-” “I mean that in the most endearing way I can, it’s cute how badly you need me.” She said, unclipping her robe. “I really didn’t think I was gone so long, but I clearly underestimated your… eagerness.” She smiled at them, where they had relaxed slightly. She let her face fall gently for a moment, “Is this ok?” She asked softly. They nodded, sitting up slightly. Once she had conformation she fell back to her previous demeanor. 

“You shouldn’t stop on my account, you clearly needed this.” She waved her hand as she hung her robe. 

“Okay.” They said hesitantly, starting slow. She walked over to them but instead sat down on the edge of the bed to unzip her boots and set them aside. 

She listened closely to their heavy breathing, despite acting uninterested she did have a plan. 

She stretched her arms up and let her wings flare out- stretching her legs out until it hurt before shaking herself out. She really needed to sleep. But she had a plan- and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to see it through. 

Once she was done with that she made her way up her bed between their legs, not touching just watching. 

“You needed this, yeah?” She asked. “You needed to be around me? That’s why you’re here?” 

“Yes, I missed you.” They said breathily. She smiled up at them. 

“You’re so pretty. I missed you too.” She rested a hand on their thigh. She kept listening closely for a few moments until their breath hitched and she grabbed their hand and pulled it away. 

“What?” She smiled in a nearly cruel way. 

“Do you really think you deserve to come?” They slumped slightly. “Do you?” They nodded. “Color?” She said quietly. 

“Green.” They nodded frantically. 

“Good.” She pulled a line of energy to wrap both of their hands with and pushed them to their chest. “You’re going to keep those there ok? You can come when I tell you that you can.” They nodded. 

She slipped back down between their legs and decided to start at their thighs. She heard them gasp when she sunk her teeth into their inner thigh, she pulled off to lick the blood, trailing her fingers just barely along their other thigh. 

“Liz,” they whined. 

“I know.” She told them. “We’ll get there, just keep being good, right?” 

“Yes.” They responded. Maybe she could be a bit kinder. She kissed up their thigh a bit quicker. 

“Good.” She shifted her hand to their hip and placed just a light pressure on it. “Be good.” She reminded them before licking up their shaft, hearing them groan softly. 

“Please, Liz…” They pleaded. 

“Not yet.” She soothed. Kissing along it again. “You’re doing very well.” She assured them, placing more kisses. She smiled gently at them again. “You did well love, you can come when you’d like.” She told them before taking the head into her mouth and wrapping her hand around them. 

“Shit,” they panted as they finally let go. She swirled her tongue to encourage them. She swallowed them down eagerly until they stopped and ran her hand down their thigh. 

“Now what do you say?” She asked, pulling away. They tilted their head, eyes unfocused. “What do you say when someone does you a favor Loki?” 

“Thank you.” They placated. Her smile softened as she sat up and came closer to them. 

“You did so good, are you ok?”

“I’m well.” They said, She ran a hand through their hair and whipped the sweat from their forehead. 

“Was that ok? Was that good for you?” She asked before kissing their forehead and pulling her hand away. 

“I would have told you if it wasn’t.” They insisted. 

“Ok, but was it good? Did you like it?” She asked, pulling a water bottle from nothing and taking a sip to rid herself of the bitter taste. 

“Yes. It was good, I enjoyed it.” They said, exasperated. She offered them the bottle and they took it eagerly. “Though it does bring me to wonder where you got that from.” They said before drinking nearly half the water. She sighed. 

“Again, enhanced hearing and the internet- you learn a lot.” They nodded. 

“How do you keep things cold in your pocket dimension? Do you have a refrigerator in there or something?” She tilted her head. 

“Things stay the same temperature that I put them in there at, does yours not?” 

“I guess I've never tested it.” They said handing the bottle back and she drank the rest of it before putting it back. She pulled them close and laid down. 

“Right, well we’re going to bed now so you can do that later.” She said, draping a wing over them as a blanket. “We?” They asked.

“Yes, you put yourself in my bed and will now use it for it’s intended purpose.” She said strongly. She reached out with her telekinesis to turn out the lights. “So goodnight.” She held them close. “You… don’t want to finish?” They asked. “Loki, I have not slept in three days. I'm far too tired for that,” She said, patting their arm. “You’re fine.” She kissed their head. “I’m going to sleep and you’re stuck here so you are too. Now be quiet.”

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“So what's with the new big flashy lights?” Mystique asked, handing her a cup of tea. She sighs. “I can’t teleport between Asgard and here anymore so I have to use the bifrost.” She told her, shaking her head. Mystique leaned forward. “Why not?” She asked. Liz growled slightly. “I may have tried to fight the watchers and so they restricted my powers.” She said quietly. Mystique looked at her sharply over her tea, yellow eyes piercing. 

“You what?” “I know it was stupid ok? You don’t need to lecture me on that- I was bored.” “Bored?” She said slowly, like the disappointing mother she may as well have been. She and Magnus had raised her from when she was nine until Thanos took her. Her wings twitched. 

“When you’ve killed one god sometimes you have to find out if you can kill more alright?” 

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“There may have been a little bit of built up resentment against my mother for abandoning me.” 

“Mhmm.” She hummed in agreement. 

“Don’t sound so smug.” Liz chastised, sipping her own tea. 

“Fine, fine. What all did the watchers do to you?” 

“I’m still figuring it all out, it’s only been about a week- but I can’t go between realms or dimensions, I feel emotions stronger now- I think it makes me more… human now.” She growled slightly. “I can’t lift as much with my telekinesis without struggling, that’s all I’ve figured out.” She intentionally left out the thing about her wings, not important. 

“Does the emotions thing mean you and Loki figured stuff out?” Mystique asked casually. 

“I- What?” 

“So you figured it out but don’t know what to do about it.” She said without even looking at her. 

“Where the hell did you get that from?” Liz asked. She scoffed. 

“Oh please, I dealt with those two in their prime- I can see repressed feelings for a friend from a mile away.” She tilted her head to where Xavier and Magnus played chess a few tables away. They were always playing chess- she was starting to wonder where all these chess boards were coming from. “The way you talk about them always screamed ‘I’m in love with them but don’t know it yet.’ Sounds like someone else I know. And the way you say they act around you? They’re pathetically in love” She sighed.

“I- We haven’t really talked about it yet, ok? And we certainly haven’t put a word on it.” That had her leaning over the table. 

“Haven’t talked but acted?” She asked, “We?” Liz cursed herself for bringing it up. 

“Yes we. You’re right, they’ve been into me since Thanos and I’m… still figuring it all out.” 

“Still figuring it out?” She repeated. 

“Don’t say it like that! I have good reason to be a little confused- I just got hit in the face with an aluminum bat labeled ‘Human emotions’ I’m still recovering.” She nearly pouted. 

“I suppose that's fair.” She conceded. “What about that action part? You seem keen on avoiding that.” Liz sighed. 

“Gods, is this what I’m like?” 

“Yes, now- talk.”

“You’re not going to let this go are you?” She shook her head. “Fine. If you must know, we've slept together a few times, and that’s it.” She took another sip of her cooling tea. 

“And you haven’t talked about it?” “Not… really. We’ve talked a little but nothing much.” She told her. Mystique sighed.

“You should do that.” “I know.” 

“Now- how does this kind of thing start?” Liz looked at her tea.

“I bit them.” She said. “And…?”

“That's it! They were touching my wings- and my wings were… also affected by the restrictions and so I bit them on instinct and… they… liked that…” She downed the rest of her tea. 

“Interesting, but you really should talk to them.” 

“It’s fine, It’s not like they ever talk about their emotions.” She gestured at the chess table. 

“And They are by no means a normal or very healthy relationship- you should not be using them as reference- but honestly your view of relationships is probably irreparably skewed by growing up around them.” 

“Probably…” 

“You should like… go to therapy or something- I don’t know.”

“Is that not what’s happening?” She laughed. “Not even close. Did you end up getting those movies for them?” 

“Yeah, I’ve got it all in my pocket dimension.” “That wasn’t affected?” She shook her head. “Not as far as I can tell.” 

“So… when are we going to meet them?” She asked.

“Who knows… Magnus kind of scares them I think.” 

But if you’re fine with that, you can be mine like that.

Liz shook her hair out on her return from the bifrost, she couldn’t tell if the vague nausea was from the travel or her own nerves. She hated that Mystique was right, she really did need to talk with Loki about whatever they had going on.

She sat down on the couch alone, Loki was probably busy but that just gave her more time to stew over her own feelings. Maybe that was good, because she really didn’t know what to say. She didn’t really know what she felt because she had never had to deal with this kind of stuff! It felt like a colorblind person finally being able to see color and instantly being asked to explain them all, just because she felt things now didn’t mean she had words for it. 

She had always been able to read other people, easily- that was her thing- she read body language and vague facial expressions to decipher anyone around her… that being said she had somehow been at least somewhat oblivious to Loki for the longest time so she wasn’t even so sure about that anymore. 

She’d always been aware that they were into her, she wasn’t that stupid, but she was intentionally dense about it- even to herself. She had been able to care about them as a friend but never wanted anything like that before. 

This was getting her nowhere. She decided to start setting up the tv she had brought back. 

“You’re back.” They said, startling her. She turned back to them quickly. 

“Yeah, I brought the movies.” She told them. They smiled.

“I see that. What were you doing today?” She sighed.

“We just went through all the data we recovered, nothing interesting unfortunately.” She told them, sitting down to turn the TV on. “Do you wanna pick something out to watch?” She asked, holding out the remote.

“I suppose.” They took the remote before settling themself in her lap. She wrapped her arms around them once they were comfortable and resting her head on theirs between their horns. She felt her tail twitch in with nervousness as she brought her wings around them both like a blanket. Their weight on her was comforting but not enough to calm her. 

They choose something seemingly at random before leaning back on her more. 

“We should… probably talk shouldn’t we?” Liz said quietly. She felt them tilt their head ever so slightly. 

“About what?” “I mean… Us?” Yeah, she didn’t know how to do this- she was screwed wasn’t she. They tensed in her arms. 

“I don’t- what is there really to talk about?” They said, nearly sharply. Her tail almost hurt from her nervous twitching, and she shook her leg too. 

“I think we need to talk about what we are- how to move forward.” She insisted despite herself. They didn’t move but they curled in on themselves slightly. 

“Okay.” They grit out. But they sat quietly with the show in the background for nearly a few minutes. 

“I… I should…” she sighed. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” “I don’t know how to do this, we need to talk about this- I know that- but I’ve never…” She traced circles on their arm to calm herself. “I’ve never had to do anything like this, you know?” She huffed. “I mean, the closest thing to a healthy relationship I’ve even really seen is Charles and Magnus and- well- you know how they are.” They sighed. 

“Right.” They said, “I’m sorry. I know we need to talk about it, I just… I’m scared to say something that you don’t want and lose this.” They said, petting her feathers. 

“Really, I don’t know what I want- but the list of things I wouldn’t do for you is very short, and most of them have exceptions.” She told them. “I want whatever you want ok? I’m willing to do whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

“What…” They hesitated. “What if I want this to be more than sex?” They said timidly, still petting her wing.

“Is that what you thought this was?” She asked. “This was never just sex for me.” She said, holding them tighter and kissing the back of each of their horns. 

“I guess I did.” They said, “I- you never acted like you wanted that. So I just assumed.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear.” They shook their head. 

“Not your fault.” They insisted. 

“If you say so.” She said, deciding to leave it. “So… what… are we?” She asked hesitantly. 

“I don’t know if we need to put a name on it yet. Maybe just partners for the time being?” She nodded. 

“Yeah.” She hesitated. “Well… What about the sex itself?” 

“What do you mean?” They asked.

“I mean that communication is important right? It’s probably best to go over some of this stuff when it’s not in the moment?” She said, unsure. “Like what you would be interested in in the future?” 

“I suppose you’re right.” They stopped for a second. “Well, what do you want?” 

“Hmm, I mean- It’s not really something I think about often…” She smiled a little, bringing her wings in a little tighter and bringing her voice lower. “And you clearly do if I remember correctly…” They shivered and she quickly went back to her normal voice as well as she could with the heat building inside her. “But I’ve enjoyed what we’ve done so far. You’re quite talented with your mouth I’d say, and I do like biting you. I like watching you fall apart.” She stopped, regaining her own composure- “But of course I’m open to try things with you. So what do you want? You’ve thought about this a lot haven’t you.” She said quietly. 

“I- well.” They huffed, flustered. “I told you what I thought about you… you fucking me.” They said quietly. “And I… I do really like it when you bite me. I- think I would want you to mark me as if to claim me.” She slowly moved her hands to their thighs. “I- ah- I do want you to be rough with me if you fuck me again, I thought quite a bit about you tying me up, using me for your pleasure.” Their breath hitched as she gently traced her fingers along the inside of their thighs closer to where it was tight. 

“What else?” She encouraged.  

“I- that’s most of it, the main thoughts.” They insisted. “But truly? I’d like to do nearly everything for you- To you- with you.” They got quieter as they talked. “I like being gentle with you, like making you feel good.” She kissed their head. 

“Yeah, so do I.” She said softly. “Having said that, do you want me to get you off?” 

“If you would.” They said quietly. She gently trailed her hand up to rub her hand along their clothed length. 

“You’re so pretty, yeah?” She assured, undoing their pants. “What you ask of me I’ll give you.” She slid her hand beneath their pants to wrap her hand around them, leaning down to kiss their neck. “You deserve everything, and I’m lucky enough to be able to give that to you.” She bit down gently. “You’re so good to me, you always have been, yeah?” She sucked at their neck just enough to leave a light mark. 

“Liz…” They whined. 

“Yeah?” 

“Please…” She smiled against their neck. “What is it? Do you want more?” She asked, raking her teeth along their neck.

“Please.” She sped her hand up slightly.

“That’s all you know isn’t it, begging me?”

“Maybe.” they said, strained. 

“Go on yeah? Come for me.” She told them, biting down gently. 

“Liz-” Their cock throbbed in her hand as they came, breathing heavily. 

“Good, good boy.” They whined at the praise as she pulled her hand away. “Are you alright?” She whispered. They turned to her and quickly pulled her into a kiss. She dipped her tongue in gently to run along their teeth before pulling away and kissing them on the forehead. “Is that a yes?” They huffed a laugh. 

“Yes.” They tilted their head and brought their hands to the base of her wings. “May I?” They asked. She nodded and shivered from them touching her wings. They slid down to their knees in front of the couch and tugged at her shorts to pull them down. 

They started kissing up her thigh before kissing her heat directly and pulling away, looking up at her pleadingly and petting the feathers on her back. “Grab my horns- I… I want you to fuck my face.” She brought a hand up to caress one of their horns.

“Alright… Tap twice if you need me to stop.” She told them, but they just smiled. 

“Oh, I won’t.” and they planted their face back where they decided they belonged, lapping at her like it was their last meal. 

“Jesus-” She panted. They pulled away for a moment. 

“Wrong god darling.” They told her, but she gripped their horn tighter and pulled them back.

“Maybe you’re right -hah- If you’re going to -hah- make stupid jokes like that- you should be -oh- using your mouth for something better.” She rolled her hips against their face as she felt them smile. “Fuck, You meant to do that didn’t you? Fuck- Say something stupid so I need to shut you up?” She felt them moan against her. “A perfectly set trap -gods. Smart, using my own impulsiveness against me.” She moaned again. “You get what you want hmm?” she said, grinding herself against them. “You’re so good- shit.” her grip tightened and her ears rang. Her thighs twitched against them before she slumped back, releasing their horn. “Fuck.” 

She felt them smile against her before licking her gently again- she jerked, the gentle touch feeling like electricity running through her. “Okay…” They did it again. “Too much- fuck.” They pulled back, kissing her thigh instead. “You did very well,” She pet their hair and their hips jerked into their other hand. “You like that? You did very well, yeah? you did a good job.” They whined. “Yeah. You’re very good, so good for me.” Their hips stilled and they rested their head against her thigh and sighed. “All good?” They laughed weakly. 

“I really should be asking you that.” They insisted. 

“Well I asked.” She wasn’t backing down. 

“Yes. I am doing well if that wasn’t clear.” 

“Good. We’re on the same page.” She told them. “That reminds me- we should set up some sort of safeword shouldn’t we? I meant to ask about that.”

“You act like you’re clueless but you’re asking about a safeword? I thought you never involved yourself in this kind of stuff.” She sighed.

“Between the internet and enhanced hearing I’ve learned plenty of things against my will.”

“Fair enough.” They thought for a minute. “We could go basic and use the traffic system.” They said,

“Hmm, that works. Now come up here and kiss me, yeah?” 

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“Thank you Heimdall.” Liz said, recovering from the disorientation of the bifrost. Using her own teleportation to travel between the realms was disorienting sure but the bifrost was another level- hopefully she’d get used to it because she was restricted to it now.  He just nodded to her. 

She had come back right when Magnus said they would take care of the rest, still covered in the oily synthetic blood of the creatures Sinister had made. 

She sighed as she walked into the primary living room, nearly slumped over. 

“That bad?” Loki asked from the couch, not looking up from their sketchbook. It seemed like they hadn’t done anything today, their white button up was a little rumpled and their hair was back to their natural curls, unlike it usually was when they did things. She nodded.

“Well, If Xavier asked Magnus for help and then he asked me for help? It’s a safe bet it’s gonna be bad.” She told them. “He made these… Human dog things- not like me like the reverse- fucking horrific, he’s always doing shit like this but there were hundreads of them.” She shook her head as she fell back onto the couch and sighed. “I’m going back tomorrow to work on cleanup and figure out why he did it this time- I think he just does this shit for fun at this point.” She hadn’t bothered to take her mask off or retract her lower arms, letting her head fall back onto the back of the couch. 

They looked over to her finally and their eyes widened. “Fuck.” She heard them whisper, if she didn’t know better she would think they were trying not to let her hear- or maybe they just forgot. She shook her head softly. 

“You’re acting like you don’t see me like this all the time.” She commented. “And this isn’t even real blood.” she gestured with her lower arms. 

“It’s… Well it’s in a different context now.” They said defensively. She inclined her head to give the impression of looking at them and smiled.

“Were you always like this and I’m just now noticing?” She teased, turning fully to them. “Always seeing me covered in blood and getting turned on by it?” She crawled closer to them. 

“It’s…” They hesitated. “It’s different now.” They huffed defiantly. 

“How exactly?” She asked deeply, smiling widely to show off her sharp teeth. “Different because it’s realistic now? Because it’s not just in your head?” She hovered over them, “Because you can have what you’ve been wanting?” She whispered. 

“That… plays a part.” They said softly. 

“Mmhm, good.” She brought a hand to one of their horns, holding it gently. “Thinking about it more now that you can have it…” She purred, slowly undoing their tie. “How often were you thinking about it before then hmm? Just how often did you walk away from battle wondering just what I’d do to you if given the chance? Thinking about me later once we got back?” They shivered and whined gently- looking to the side, her smile widened. “Oh you did, didn't you? Cute…” She ran her hands down their sides to pull their tie off and set it aside. 

“What would you imagine me doing hmm?” She asked, running a hand over their curls and starting to unbutton their shirt. “That was an actual question love.” She told them softly.

“Usually you…” They hesitated. 

“I gathered that much, elaborate would you?” She encouraged. 

“Fucking me.” They said quietly. 

“Gods.” She whispered, pulling their shirt to the side as heat rushed through her. “Would you want that?” 

“Desperately.” They told her breathlessly. She smiled. 

“Ok, tell me more. Tell me what you would want from me.” She said, leaning down to bite their neck- stopping when she noticed a bite from nearly a week ago was still there. She traced her hand over it gently and it felt like her blood was on fire. She did that, she left a mark on them. “Shit.” She uddered before licking along the mark. She felt the vibration of their throat as they groaned softly, bringing a hand to one of the wings on her head. 

“I- rough, I would want you to be rough with me.” They told her. “With the mask on- biting me all over-” She bit down on their neck. “Fuck, You’d -ah- use me- Just for you.” 

“I’m sure we could work with that.” She whispered. “The mask hmm? That's an interesting one…” She commented, running a hand down their bare chest. “But you’re so pretty… I’ll do it for you.” 

“You- you don’t have to if that’s not-” They backtracked quickly- but she just kissed their neck gently. 

“I’m messing with you love.” She told them gently. “You’re ok.” She traveled down, taking their nipple into her mouth and watching them closely as they shut their eyes before pulling off, a trail of saliva following her. “Tell me about the mask.” She said, moving to their other nipple. 

“Really?” They asked.

“You don’t have to but,” She licked it gently. “I’d like to hear it.” She told them, taking it into her mouth and savoring the salt on their skin. 

“Well I think it’s because-” Their breath hitched as she bit down gently, just enough to let them know she could. “It keeps my brain looking for your eyes and -hah- when I can’t see them it -hah- triggers a fear response and that- Fuck!” They shouted when she bit down a little harder before pulling off, a slight pop sounding when she did.

“Good to know.” She told them, scratching slightly down their chest. 

“You’re so good to me, darling.” They said, scratching her wing. She held their waist as she undid their pants. 

“I try.” She told them. “Because you’re good to me, you deserve it.” She assured them, pulling their pants down. “Gods…” She swore, they had shifted their genitalia after asking her to fuck them. She kissed up their thighs, sucking and nipping at their skin before getting to their folds and pulling her tongue through them. Their hips jerked and they brought a hand up to their mouth. 

Their taste was less bitter like this, it was more acidic and almost sweet- she swirled her tongue around their large clit before taking it into her mouth. They gripped her hair gently to hold her there. She felt them tremble around her as she gently ran her tongue along the base of it, tasting their slick before dipping back down to their slit and running her tongue in circles around it- but they tugged her hair gently to guide her back up. 

She felt a shutter run through them as she sucked them back into her mouth, a gasp caught barely by their hand as their hips jolted. 

She loved feeling them fall apart at her actions, every little sound for her, every stutter of their hips was for her. Their hand in her hair tightened as they rutted their hips against her face, chasing their orgasm on her tongue. All she did was roll her tongue slightly for them, letting them just use her otherwise. 

“Please, please, please,” They repeated quietly, muffled by their hand. 

She heard them shout against their hand while their thighs tensed around her, hips finally stilling after a  moment. She smiled against them before pulling away. “You’re very good.” She whispered against their thigh. She leaned back up to kiss them, pulling their bottom lip between her teeth before pulling back, smiling. “I hope you’re not worn out because I still plan on fulfilling your request.” She said, her voice closer to the one she would use in combat. “Does that sound good to you?” She asked quietly. They nodded frantically. “Words love.” She encouraged. 

“Please.” They pleaded. She ran her hands down their hair and horns. 

“Good.” She said, she unclasped her robes just enough to let her push the leggings she wore beneath them down. She continued to hold them with her upper arms as she closed her eyes beneath her mask. 

Loki was lucky in the way they shapeshifted, it was quick and simple. She didn’t get that, she felt the flesh remold itself or sometimes the bones break themselves to reform, thankfully this required no bones changing. The feeling was akin to feeling the liquid of a vaccine beneath her skin as she formed a cock for herself. She looked to them for confirmation before placing a hand around it gently. She let out a soft sigh as she examined it- she didn’t get as much say in her transformations, she got a general idea and it happened. It seemed acceptably human, the only features of note were that the tip was slightly pointed and the slight bulge at the base.

“Is this good?” She asked, looking to them for validation again. 

“Yes.” They breathed, reaching out to touch it- their hand shimmered with magic so that when they took her in their hand it was slick. 

“Fuck,” She gasped, hips jerking into their hand. 

“Eager.” They teased her, stroking her softly. 

“Oh shut up.” She panted. 

“Okay, make me.” They taunted. 

“Fine.” She said, pushing them back onto the couch and hovering over them. She grabbed a horn with one hand, her newly formed shaft with another and their hips with the remaining two. She rubbed the tip through their folds and groaned eagerly as she rutted against them gently before she composed herself. 

“You have- admirable composure.” She told them, because it really felt like there was something wrong with her. 

“Maybe you’re just impulsive.” They taunted. 

“Well -hah- I’ve never quite been known for my self restraint.” She reminded them, pushing in gently for a moment before her hips snapped forward and their head fell back. “Shit!” She gasped. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” They shook their head, bringing their hands to her waist.

“Good. It’s good. I told you I wanted you to be rough with me didn’t I?” She felt them clench around her as they adjusted.

“Are you sure?” She whispered, “We can stop if I’m getting too rough, I genuinely don’t know if I can contain myself all that much like this.” They tilted their head at her. 

“Do you need to stop?” They asked gently. She shook her head.

“It’s a lot but I’ll be fine, I just don’t want to hurt you.” They leaned up to kiss her jaw.

“If you’re fine, I’m good. Just fuck me, let loose.” They insisted. She squinted at them before realising they couldn’t see her eyes. 

“You need to tell me if I need to stop.” She told them firmly. They only smiled back. 

“Stop worrying so much. Please, I know what I’m asking for.” They insisted again. She hesitated for a moment- she didn’t even know exactly what they were asking for. 

“Ok…” She pulled out gently before jolting back, her thrusts were nearly frenzied, they gasped. 

“Yes, fuck- Like that.” They pleaded. “Just- yes, Just like that darling.” They praised. She snaked a hand down between them to take their clit between her fingers. “Fuck, fuck- yes.” They continued as she fucked into them. 

“You’re so good, taking me so well-” She whispered before biting down on their neck harshly.

“Fuck!” They shouted, spasming against her when she bit down. 

“I’m- Shit- Loki-” She stammered, not able to find the words, it felt like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. 

“Please…” They said, and the string broke.

“Shit!” She held them tightly against her and she felt the base of her cock swell as she came, she panted harshly as the strength left her like a puppet with it’s strings cut. She listened to their breathing as it slowly evened out. 

“You do have a knot” They commented roughly.

“I’m guessing that’s unusual?” She rasped.

“For most humanoid species.” They agreed. 

“I donno- I just did what seemed right I guess.” She told them.  “I’m not complaining.” They assured her. “Simply commenting that we’ll be here for a little while.” she sighed. “So… tell me about those creatures you fought.” She groaned loudly.

“No, I would much rather not think about those things with my dick still inside you- or ever really.” 

“Is that right?”

“They were fucking horrific- I’m telling you. They had hands! Human hands! On their back legs too!” She shook her head. “No, just no.” She repeated. “Hmm, what about you liking the mask?” She teased. 

“Well if we really want to get into that, it’s most likely attached to a trauma response- I need to be in control of everything so feeling like someone else is in control in a safe space is nice to let go.” They said. “I know you would never hurt me and I like being reminded that you could.”

“I see.” She said. “We should probably have an actual talk about this stuff huh?” 

“Probably… But I’m tired right now, I don’t know how productive that would be.” She nodded. 

“We can just lay here… that sounds nice…” 

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She was still brushing up on asgardian history and culture in her spare time, co-ruling an alien society was difficult, she had brought some of what she considered the better pieces of human influence with her but not much so she needed to learn. When violently overthrowing a government and killing their leader of multiple millennia she thought she should try to be as respectful of the existing culture as she could- and a culture this vast takes a long time, so even now she was still working through the palace library’s history section. She found it interesting, in her nature as a watcher she supposed to feel the need to learn constantly. 

One nice thing about the palace was that most of the chairs were extravagant thrones that were almost absurd for any person of normal size but ended up accommodating to her large stature and extra extremities. 

It took her a moment to realise Loki lingering in the doorway, she looked up from the thick history text in her lap to them. “Yeah?” 

“I stopped by a play when I was out.” They told her. “It was dreadful, we’re at a loss for good stage actors anymore.” They lamented, tail swishing behind them- they only let their tail be shown on good days when they were comfortable with themselves, so it always made her smile a little bit when she saw it. 

“How terrible, whatever will we do.” she said flatly, they scoffed.

“Just because you cannot enjoy a play doesn’t mean it is not important to others- It’s an art form we are losing Liz! Maybe we should take a trip to Midgard, they have good actors- we could bring a few of them back with us, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind leaving with the state of the place.” She laughed.

“What, you want me to kidnap Lin-Manuel Miranda for your shows?” They genuinely contemplated it for a moment.

“I think I’ve heard of him, it speaks to his talent I would think- maybe so.” She laughed again. 

“We are not kidnaping anyone for entertainment.” She told them. 

“Killjoy.” They pouted.

“But,” she continued. “What I can do is bring you some earth movies next time I head over there- I’ll have to get it on DVD or a drive since we still haven’t gotten human internet here but I’ll do that hmm?” 

“That… would be kind of you.” They said softly, walking over to her. 

“Yeah well, just don’t tell anybody I’m being nice- I’ve got a reputation to uphold here.” She chuckled. It wasn’t true really- outwardly she was the kinder of the two despite actually being the more violent in combat, she didn’t mind being seen as kind anymore since she learned not only to gain respect by fear, but it had become a running joke at this point. 

“That you do.” They ran with the joke. “What are you reading now?” They asked, leaning on her chair. 

“More history stuff.” She told them, closing the heavy book. 

“Ah, as usual.” They nodded, climbing into her lap. She looked down at them where they had already made themselves comfortable. 

“Now how exactly am I supposed to read with your horns in my face?” She asked as they put their full weight on her like a five-hundred pound cat. 

“You are not, you’re obligated to pay attention to me now.” They said smugly, muffled by her shirt. She raised her eyebrows.

“I wasn’t aware you needed more attention than I was giving you, I’m so sorry for this horrible neglect I have been subjecting you to.” She told them, resolving herself to the law of the immovable object and putting her arms around them, scratching down their back to the base of their tail.

“Good. You should be.” They said tilting their head up to kiss along her collarbone. She chuckled quietly.

“You know there’s this human saying about mice and cookies.” She said into their hair, they smiled. 

“Hmm, well do you think you may have a few cookies to spare for a poor little mouse?” They said,

“I’m sure I could find a few.” They shook their head. 

“Okay, I’m getting tired of this metaphor now.” She nodded, kissing the middle of their horn where she could reach without moving too much. 

“I’m of course going to remind you that I need at least slightly specific instructions y’know- because I’m stupid.” She reminded them. 

“I think you did quite well yesterday.” They commented. “You took control and did quite well so I’m sure you’ll be ok.” They teased. 

“Well you made it easy.” She leaned in. “You crave subjugation- to use your words.” They tensed, tail thumping against the ground. 

“Those were not my words.” They told her quietly. Shit. She nuzzled her face further into their hair, holding them by the small of their back. 

“Sorry.” She knew what it was like- half herself and half someone else, even when she thought about her time under Thanos' control she barely knew what was her and what wasn’t- she shouldn’t have brought it up. But they shook their head. “You cannot apologize for the actions of the creature you saved me from.” They insisted. “You went through it too.” They trailed their hands up to the wings on her head. 

“I can apologize for bringing it up, especially at a time like this.” 

“Well, I’m sure I can forgive you somehow.” They said, scratching at the base of her wings. 

“Gods you’re insatiable aren’t you?” She huffed. 

“I finally have something I thought unattainable for years, I’m not exactly eager to let that go.” They said, sitting up to look at her. 

“Years?” She asked, they looked away. 

“Since the first time I saw you without the influence of the stone.” They told her. “You are… I think I always found you beautiful but to watch you break that control, that display of power was when I knew I was gone I think.” She pulled them back. 

“I’m sorry.” They huffed,

“What could you even be sorry for this time?” 

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t reciprocate your feelings until now.” She insisted. 

“Well we are here now are we not?” They said, “Truly even then I thought you were out of my league.”

“Out of your league?” She said, disbelieving. “I think we might need to reassess your self image because I don’t know if you know this but I’m pretty sure your ‘league’ is all of them.” They shook their head. 

“Do not worry, I am well aware of that- But I mean you… I mean truly thinking about it I may have not been thinking rationally, you seem to have that effect on me unfortunately.” They scratched at her wings again and she groaned quietly as she held them tighter. 

“Well you have me now.” She told them, “So what are you going to do about it?” She asked deeply, trailing her hands down the base of their tail. Their tail audibly thumped on the floor as they shivered. 

“I plan to do anything and everything you’ll allow me to.” They told her, nearly gripping her wings. 

“Good.” She said, “Ok, grab onto my neck I’m gonna pick you up.” They latched onto her so she could stand up and pull them up to carry them to her bed. Their tail splayed behind them as she sat them down on the bed. 

Her bed was a whole mess of pillows and blankets that was constantly unkempt, the bedspread itself and the few original pillows were lavender but she had collected anything soft that she liked and brought it back- she had made a nest as Loki had once told her, that’s what it really was, a nest. 

“Comfortable?” She asked, running her hands down their sides under their jacket and placing a kiss to the base of their horn. 

“Very.” They assured her, bringing their hands back up to her wings. 

“Mm, You’re going to have to let me take this off.” She said, tugging at their suit jacket. They put their arms down to let her take it off. “Pretty boy, thank you.” They keened at the praise, tail thumping gently behind them. “Your tail is so pretty darling, so happy you let me see it today. You should never feel the need to hide it.” She said, massaging the base of it. 

“Maybe you can see it more often.” They said, unsure. 

“You’re lovely, you know that? I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” 

“You saved me from the two worst people in my life- and you were kind to me.” They placed their hands on the small of her back, petting the soft feathers, letting heat pool in her lower back. 

“I did what people should have always done, you deserved kindness.” She rested her head on their forehead, trailing her hands down their sides again to their now tight pants, sliding down. “What do you want from me?” She asked directly, resting her chin on their thigh.

“I…” 

“You have to tell me what you want love.” She told them as they brought their hands back to the wings on her head.

“I want to fuck you. Please.” They pleaded. She groaned, Now that they said it she needed it, badly.

“Good job. We can make that work.” She said calmly as if she wasn’t burning up inside herself. She pressed her thighs together as she worked on the button of their pants to take them off. She nudged her face into the juncture of their thigh to place kisses along it, feeling their thighs shiver against her. “Ok.” She told them. “How do you want to do this?” They looked down at her with adoration. 

“Come lay down up here, I’ll deal with everything else.” They said, brushing their hand along her wing. 

“Alright.” She said, climbing up onto the bed and grabbing a pillow to prop herself up between her wings. They climbed up between her legs and pet down the soft hair on her midriff. She gasped softly and shivered as they just gently kept running their hands along her body. “Fuck,” She gasped out as they finally began to pull off her shorts and placed them to the side. 

“Gods, you’re eager.” They said softly, pulling their fingers through the slick of her folds and rolling her clit between slick fingers. 

“Fucking hell,” She moaned, her entire body tensing- she glanced down at them and met their eyes that were seemingly full of awe. They kissed the inside of her thigh, nudging them apart. 

“Pretty, and you tease me for being needy.” They purred, pushing a finger in gently. Her entire body tensed again as her head fell back. “Good?” They asked softly. 

“Yeah,” she panted. “Hah- Keep going.” She pleaded. They obliged, pumping their finger into her gently. She panted, putting effort into staying still. She clenched repeatedly against them. “I -hah- I can take another. -hah- please.” She gripped the sheets beneath her, shaking slightly. 

She felt them smile against her thigh as they slid another finger in and speeding up slightly. 

“Fucking-” She nearly shouted, panting heavily. They curled their fingers upwards and held them there for a moment. 

“All good?” They asked again. 

“Yeah,” she panted. “Yeah.” She repeated, rolling her hips to fuck herself on their fingers, but they used their free hand to push her back down. 

“Greedy girl…” They teased, moving their fingers again. “We’ll get there, yeah? Just be patient.” They said softly as she trembled. She nodded tensely. “Okay.” They whispered, pushing their fingers apart inside of her, stretching her out gently. She huffed, breathing heavy. They brushed their fingers down her side where they held her hips, their black nails scratching her softly. “Do you think you can take another?” They asked. 

“I can, please.” They kissed her side and added a third. “Fuck, good- good.” She panted, revealing in the gentle stretch.

After a while of sitting silence, only accompanied by the slick sounds of their joining and her panting, she reached down to grab their free hand, 

“Please- Fuck me, I’m ready.” She pleaded. She heard her own desperation and cringed a little bit, but they squeezed her hand and pulled it back to undo their pants, leaving their fingers inside her for a moment, only taking them out to use her own fluids to slick themselves. 

“Okay, all good still?” They asked again, positioning themselves at her entrance, just rubbing slightly against her and putting their arm under hers to pull her closer. 

“Very,” She said, grabbing their tie. “Come on.” 

“So demanding.” They tried to tease, but their voice was so strained it didn’t quite come across. 

“Yeah, I am.” She said, yanking their tie gently. “Now fuck me.” She whispered into their ear. She felt them smile against her. 

“Can you say please?” They teased. 

“Gods you’re a dick.” She laughed a little bit, if they wanted to play games, so could she. “Oh Loki, I beg of you, please-” She shifted her voice a little deeper. “Bury your cock inside me the way I know you need it- I need it too, please.” She felt them shiver and heard their tail thump against the ground and smiled against their ear. “Is that good enough?” She teased, turning her head to bite gently on their pointed ear. 

“Shit.” They whispered, holding her tighter. “Okay.” They began to gently sink into her and she gripped the back of their neck tighter as her breath hitched. They sighed in her ear- “Doing good?” They asked, sounding as if they were out of breath. 

“Yeah, good.” She told them as they bottomed out inside her. “Better than good.” She sighed, gripping their back and hitching one leg over their hip. They moved their hand to where her feathers started at her spine, scratching gently at the sensitive point where her wing began, making her clench down on them. 

“Can -hah- I move, please?” They begged. 

“Please do.” She agreed, they pulled back slowly, letting her feel the drag against her walls before pushing back in just as slowly. She could feel her own breathing strain and hear theirs do the same. “You’re holding back.” She commented. 

“I don’t-” They gripped her tighter. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I’ll be ok,” She said. “You can go a bit harder, I can tell you if I need to slow down.” They nodded and sped up a little, and she rolled her hips to meet their pace. “Shit.” She groaned into their ear. She pulled the collar of their shirt down a little to expose their neck and gently rake her teeth against the skin, feeling them shiver at the promise of being bitten. “Please.” They begged when she didn’t bite them quite yet. 

“Only since you asked nicely.” She told them, sinking her teeth into their neck just enough to draw blood. Their hips stuttered and she felt them twitch inside of her as they whined before regaining their pace, going back to petting her wings. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of them fucking her and their blood in her mouth.

“I… please.” They repeated.

“W-hah- What?” She asked, but they just whined. “What do you -hahm- need? You have to tell me what you want.” She huffed. 

“Is- Is it okay if I go faster?” They rasped. 

“Yeah that’s -Shit!” They nearly slammed back into her the moment they got confirmation. “Shit, Shit, Love- Loki- Keep going.” She panted as she held them tightly, listening to their strained breathing and the shockingly gentle sound of their skin meeting. 

“You’re too good to me Liz,” They whispered. “So, so good to me.” She shuttered, trembling around them as they scratched at the base of her wings. “You have no idea how long I wished for this.” She felt herself clench around them.

“I’m- Fuck- I’m close,” 

“Yeah?” She shuttered and nodded. “Good, as am I.” They told her. “You’re doing so well for me, you’re perfect.” 

“Gods, I fuck-” She rolled her hips agaisnt their thrusts, her entire body tensing as a ringing filled her ears.

“Shit!” She felt them pulse inside her before the strength left her and she slumped against them. “I’m…” she huffed, letting herself fall against the pillows behind her.

They hovered over her for a moment before their hips jerked unconsciously again as they lowered themselves back down to rest their head on her chest. She shuttered, bringing a hand up to brush their horns. Their hips stuttered once again as they released more inside her. 

“You… ok?” She asked. They just whimpered, finally stilling. “Right…” She said, continuing to brush her hand down their horn. 

“Sorry,” They muttered into her chest- voice shot. “I -hah- do that…” they said with no elaboration. 

“Alright.” She said, “We should probably get cleaned up though.” She told them softly, but they just groaned in response. “Or not… we could stay here for a while.” They nodded into her chest. “Right,” she said, leaning down slightly to kiss their horns. “You get… fifteen minutes of cuddle time before I need to shower, is that amendable?” They grumbled something incoherent but she just patted them on the back, massaging their tail for a moment. “Alright.” She said quietly.

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They didn’t talk about what happened. Three days and they hadn’t talked about it- she didn’t mind it really, she was just waiting for them to bring it up. It was a vulnerable moment for them, and much less so for her so it was their prerogative to bring it up, if they didn’t want to- that was fine. 

They went on as relatively usual, the only thing she noticed was that their eyes lingered for a while longer than they used to, but she was fine leaving it be until they wanted to talk- or repeat… whatever that was.

Truly, she was still processing it herself. Her own feelings were one thing, they were new- she had never felt like this because she didn’t feel nearly anything until a week ago so she didn’t need to think about when did this start for her. It started when she gained a fuller range of emotions, easy- then she got turned on by them touching her wings and never having dealt with it before snapped and bit them, she wasn’t exactly known for her impulse control so that’s just logical. It did bring up the question of why her first reaction to arousal was to bite them, but they liked it so- no big deal.

That also brings up the question of them and why they liked it but that was none of her business if they didn’t want to tell her. She respected them, they were the only person she respected enough to let keep secrets if they really felt it was necessary. But she was curious. How long had they felt like this? Or was there any this? Was it just a one time cause and effect? ‘Got bitten, got hard, she let me get off on her thigh, that's it’? She hated not knowing but it was none of her business. 

Probably.

They went about the mission normally, stab, bite, kill, repeat. These were never an issue, they were both powerful enough that these little death cults weren’t exactly a challenge. 

She pulled her sword out of the last one, the body falling over and a manic smile plastered on her blood covered face. She tried to wipe her face off with one of her free hands but since that hand was also covered in blood it ended up just smearing it. “Well I think we’re done here.” Loki said behind her. She turned around to face them, they were always less messy than her by virtue of not ripping them apart with their teeth. Their hands were bloodied from stabbing but other than a few spots their actual armor was still quite clean in contrast to her blood soaked robes.  

She studied them for a moment, their eyes were wide as they watched her, flicking between the wings on her head and her bloodied mouth. She contemplated for just a moment before hilting her sword and grabbing them by their jacket to pull them into a kiss. It was messy and quick, she didn’t know what she was doing frankly, she kept her other hands to herself for the quick kiss before standing back up fully. Her face heated up further when they looked up at her in shock, lips still parted and now bloodied from the blood on her own. “What… what was that for?” They asked, she grinned back at them. 

“You were staring.” She said and turned away. 

“No. What was that?” They demanded, blocking her wing to keep her from walking away. She stopped and turned back to them, worried now. 

“It… was a kiss? I kissed you.”

“Why?” They demanded. 

“I-” she tilted her head. “I felt like it? I’m sorry I should have asked I just thought-”

“That’s not the problem!” They nearly shouted. 

“Then what is?” She wiped her lower hands on a clean part of her robe. ‘

“You are being confusing!” She tilted her head. “You- You- We-” They scoffed. “You got me off and then completely ignored it for days and then you kiss me out of nowhere?” 

“I didn’t bring it up because I was waiting for you to, I didn’t think it was my place to bring it up.” She took off her mask to look at them directly. 

“Not your-” They scoffed again. “I came onto you, when you didn’t bring it up I worried you regretted it.”

“Worried I regretted it? I was the one who asked you, if anything I was the one that came onto you!” She stopped for a moment to sit on the stone steps behind her. “At least figuratively.” She said quietly. They huffed a laugh at that. “I was the one who got hard, I made it weird therefore it was my fault.” They sat down next to her.

“Fault? I think fault only applies to bad things- and from my understanding that only happened because I got turned on by you touching my wing and my brain got confused and bit you. Therefore, my responsibility if we’re going off of who started it.”  

“You- You were… When I touch your wings…” They trailed off.

“Only since the restrictions.” She told them. 

“And you don’t mind me doing that still?” 

“No.” She grinned at them. “Not at all.” She faltered for a moment and looked away. “I mean, I’m sure now that I know what’s going on I can control my reactions.” They shifted to scratch down her blood soaked wing.

“What if I don’t want you to?” They asked as she shivered. 

“I’m sure I could be-” She inhaled sharply, “Amendable to that request.” She turned to them, extending her wing so they could continue scratching it. “Though it is curiou-hah- curious how eager you are.” She placed a hand on their chest and steadied herself with the bottom two, bracketing them in while she shuttered. 

“Your wings are really sensitive aren’t they?” They asked smugly, she used her free hand to pull the hair at the base of their skull. 

“Great -hah- observation sherlo-hah- sherlock.” She used the hold on their neck to pull them into a kiss, taking their bottom lip between her teeth, her own body burning beneath her combat robes as she bit down. They groaned into her mouth as she licked the blood from their lip, ears brushing against their horns as she rested her forehead against theirs. She slotted her leg between theirs, nudging their hardening cock with her leg. 

“Liz,” they panted. “I- I want more this time, please.” She scratched at the back of their neck as they slowly ground themselves on her leg.

“You’re so desperate the moment I touch you, you’re so confident and -hah- cocky all the time but the moment I touch you you just start -hah- begging hmm?” She teased as well as she could with her breathy voice as they scratched the downy feathers on her back. 

“You are an- shit, an asshole.” They said as she started grinding herself on their leg. 

“And -hah- you’re hard, I think that says -hah- more about you than about me.” She pulled back to look at them, bright green eyes dark and pleading as they looked up at her. “But it’s cute, so I can’t say much now can I?” she purred, moving her hand to their jaw. They shivered under the praise. “You like it when I call you cute too?” They whined, “Pretty boy, -hah- pretty little sounds for m-hah- all for me hmm?” She leaned back down and kissed the base of their horn.

“Fucking- Liz, please- -hah- please,” 

“Please what Loki?” She asked, she had a general idea but she did actually need the instruction. 

“Please- I want you to- can you- shit- I want your mouth, please.” She blinked at them. “Ok,” She nodded, moving her way down their body and petting down their chest. “You know I have no idea what I’m doing right?” She asked, looking up at them. 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine darling.” They reassured her, bringing their hands from her back to the wings on her head, petting at the base where her hair gives to feathers. She took a moment to rest her head on their chest to breathe- she wasn’t used to feeling like this and it was… intense. She liked it- really she did- but it was a lot. “Are you ok?” They asked, stopping at the bottom of her wing.

“Yeah- it’s just,” she sighed softly. “A lot.” 

“We don’t have to do this.” They said softly. 

“I never said that, I -hah- I’m just not used to feeling like this, and it’s a little overwhelming.” They nodded.

She pushed the leather of their armor up to unclip their belt and palmed them with another hand. She took the belt off and searched for a zipper or a button or anything. 

“Why is this so confusing?” She grumbled. 

“Well it’s not like I have to worry about taking it off or putting it on.” They retorted, 

“Then what's the fucking point of the belt?” She said, exasperated before it clicked. “Oh yeah.” Magic, they were both magic she could just get rid of them. “Here,” She pulled their long jacket down under their now bare legs and covered them with her wings. She brought her hand back up to stroke them over their boxers, now that she could feel it more clearly she took a moment to study them. Their bulge was warmer than the rest of their skin that usually ran quite cold, she ran her other hand up their leather tunic, feeling their smooth skin beneath it, noticing that their legs were sparse in hair too, it made sense when she thought about it, a frost giant wouldn’t need much insulation- but it was such a contrast to her own that it was of note. 

She leaned into their thigh and placed kisses up it before pulling their boxers down just enough to bite down on their raised hipbone, they groaned and their cock twitched strongly in her hand when she sunk her teeth in, she moved her hand gently while she licked the bleeding bite. 

“You really like when I bite you don’t you?” She said, 

“Oh shut up.” They whined, pushing their hips further into her hand. 

“I’m just clarifying, am I not allowed to ask questions now? How am I supposed to know if I don’t ask?” She said, scratching them gently while pulling their boxers off. 

“Oh, I don’t know -hah- maybe context clues, Idiot.” They hissed. She pulled their length free to rest it on her cheek. Her mouth watered as she took in their citrusy scent, richer and deeper and something she couldn’t explain. 

“Are you sure you want to be insulting me right now?” She taunted before burying her face in their crotch, licking gently at the base of their cock. Their hips stuttered as she mouthed at them gently before licking all the way up to the head of it. 

“Shit- keep -ah- keep doing that.” They said, grabbing onto her feathers. She swirled her tongue on the tip, savoring the salty citrusy taste of their pre-come. She repeated the motion a few times while massaging the insides of their thighs. “Yeah,” They huffed, voice slightly higher. She cupped their length with her hand to stroke them while she leaned in to bite their thigh again, just enough to bleed and their hips jolted upwards, fucking into her hand. 

“So pretty hmm?” She looked up at them, “So pretty falling apart for me.” She said gently, stroking them faster before taking the tip in her mouth. 

“I- fuck- Liz- I’m close.” She nodded slightly, swirling her tongue a few more times before she felt them throb against her palm, coming in her mouth as she swallowed it down, acidic and bitter. She watched their back arch as their hand tightened in the hair at the base of her wing. 

She pulled off of them and sat back a little bit, and void they looked disheveled. She did that, and she liked it. “Void.” She muttered. It was too attractive to her, her own clit throbbed as they sat up to look back at her like they had been dead to the world. 

“Liz,” They rasped. “Please- let me-” They huffed, “I want to touch you.” She smiled.

“Of course.” She said deeply, leaning back in. They started to unclip and open her robes to reveal the shorts and tank top beneath it. 

“You are beautiful,” They told her, kissing her collarbones. “Tell me if you need to stop okay?” Their voice was still breathless as their hands ran down her sides. 

“Yeah.” She said as they turned to set her on the steps so they could be between her legs before hiking up her top slightly, petting their hand through the thick trail of hair leading to her shorts to pull them off. She leaned back on two arms to look at them and placed another gently on their horn.  

They snaked a hand behind her to the downy feathers on her back to scratch them, placing a few kisses to her inner thigh. They used their other hand to nudge her thigh further out before kissing gently at her folds and licking up to her clit. 

“Fuck.” She panted as they gripped her thigh and licked her again. She gripped their horn harder and her hips twitched, her entire body lit up when they sucked her clit into their mouth and they grabbed at the feathers on her back. “Fuck.” She only knew one word at this point. They flattened their tongue and moved it back and forth on the base of her clit as it was still in their mouth. “So good- hah- you’re doing so good.” She was nearly fucking their face, lost in it. Her thighs twitched as they stayed still for her, just scratching her wings easily. Her vision blurred as everything snapped, her whole body twitched for a moment before she fell back and her grip on their horn loosened, panting. “Are you okay?” They asked after a moment, now kneeling next to her.

“Fuck- yeah I’m ok- better than ok- motherfucker.” They brought a hand to her cheek and brought it away wet.

“You’re crying.” They told her, worried.

“No, one tear does not constitute crying. If anything was crying- if.” She sighed and looked back at them before pulling them back in by their jacket to kiss them. She tasted herself on them and she really liked that, she gripped their hair for a moment before pulling away, panting. “We should probably get out of here.” She commented, they looked around. “Yes, that's probably a good idea.” They sighed.

Things were good. Maybe the watchers’ punishment wasn’t all that bad, she wouldn’t have had this without it, and she wouldn’t be willing to give it up.

- They allow more of their true form to show, they always have their horns and on good days they also have their tail.

- Big loud autism coded alarm goes off

- They are neither cold blooded or warm blooded but somewhere in-between, while they can regulate their body temperature, they can't do it very well, so they are just slightly colder than a normal human would be to the touch, not cold but noticeably not warm either.

- Elaborating on that last one, they like to be held, they need constant physical attention- that sometimes ends up in them just curling up in her lap like a cat.

- They hate having idle hands, they need to be doing something- be it fixing their hair or turning a dagger over in their hands or petting her wings, they need to be doing something.

- They have very little (if any) body hair, frost giants have no need to insulate and so no evolutionary incentive to grow body hair. This means their skin is very smooth (Like the inside skin on your wrist.)

- Obligatory and obvious praise kink- enough said.

- They have a theme and they stick to it, black, white, shades of gray, and green and gold. Everything stays on theme. (Including their... excessive sex toy collection, you gotta keep a theme- it's consistency!)

- In situations like casual sex or a one-night-stand, they are more dominant, they keep up the need for control because they don't have the trust to let go of it and they do what they think is expected of them- but in a genuine relationship they prefer to give up that control to someone they trust, letting go of the carefully crafted control where they know they're ok. Particularly with her, where a big point of their attraction to her is her power and the fact that she is stronger than them.

- Similarly, they get shockingly shy about asking for things, mainly sex but thats also because they've learned that asking for things either gets them nowhere, gets them called greedy or selfish, or gets used against them, so they feel like they need to do everything themselves or let people offer first or they feel bad. They have to work themselves up to ask for anything from someone they care about, they can demand things but asking for things is difficult, it's vulnerability to them. (I'm not projecting what do you mean. I would never do that)

- They like sex, yeah- and they might be a little desperate sometimes, but sometimes just being held is good too.

- They like to be bitten and scratched (Maybe some knife play too), It's taking control over things used against them in the past.

- On the same note, they liked to be marked and the idea of belonging to someone, after a long time of being used by people who thought of them as their property, willingly giving themselves over to someone who they trust not to abuse that power is freeing.

- They switch genitalia at will, sometimes just because- they really don't have a preference.

- As much as they like being tied up, they prefer to be able to touch, they need to give pleasure if they're getting it. They need the skin on skin contact.

- They like to be pushed around a little, just because she can.

*Ever updating as I think of more