Loki is used to the looks. The sneers and stares. They tolerate her because of her skill and because she’s a package deal with Thor. Everyone knows that, no one argues.

Usually.

She and Thor have pulled jobs with Victor’s crew before. The last one was especially lucrative. It’s a good thing Victor never realized she and Thor stole shit they weren’t supposed to. Doesn’t matter now. What matters today is the current job. Keep moving, keep looking forward and stay alive. The only person she ever looks back for is Thor, everyone else can rot.

Plans are shared and changed over a map of their target. Four buildings across one city. It’s ambitious and at least half of these people will either die or end up in prison. 

Loki files her nails down to make sure they won’t get in the way of her work. She sits with her legs crossed and her eyes on her file. For once she’s well and truly not bothering anyone.

Thor is laughing with someone at a nearby table, jovial as always.

An argument is happening somewhere across the room, quiet enough that no one has really noticed, but Loki can pick up their whispering, their hissing words. It’s about her. 

He angled is hips and whimpered when Thor thrust into his pretty, slick hole with a growl. Oh, Thor was about cum. Good. Thor's rhythm faltered and he grinned. Loki pushed back and moaned so sweet, just the way Thor liked him.

"Cum inside me, daddy," he begged.

Thor gasped and his hips snapped until he was buried all the way into Loki's pussy, grinding against him as that fat cock spreading him open throbbed. Loki moaned and reached down to rub his clit while Thor filled him. He came too fast, shuddering and squeezing Thor where they were still connected.

After a moment Thor laughed. "Daddy?"

Loki smiled. "You like taking care of me, don't you?"

There was a girl in the crowd twirling and shaking her ass across the dance floor. Wild black curls bounced around her head, thrashing this way and that as the lights slid across her graceful form. Blue and green and red highlighted the curve of her breast, the little pooch on her tummy and the thick power in her thighs where they peaked out from beneath dark leather. It only took a minute and a half of watching her for his cock to start chubbing up in his slacks. He wanted her.

He stood and walked over to the railing, then leaned over it and caught Fandral's eye and gave the signal; pointed to the pretty little thing and watched his friend slip through the crowd until he was pressed into the target's side. She melted into him and threw an arm around his neck. Thor smirked around the edge of his glass.

Fandral's lips brushed against her ear and Thor could hear the echo of the words in his own. I would like to introduce you to someone.

Her eyes followed Fandral's, found Thor half hard and daring her to come have a taste.

She broke away first, stalked through the crowd without breaking eye contact and led the way up the steps. Volstagg let her in and she joined Thor beside the metal railing separating him from the people who’d waited in line to enter. A little blue band sat on her wrist, a dark X on the back of her hand in sharpie.

Thor pressed his glass into her hand. “Age?”

She smiled. “Nineteen as of tonight.”

Thor watched her down the rest of his drink and licked his lips. “Happy birthday, then.”

She laughed and handed him the empty glass. Thor licked the rim where she’d drank and then set it on the table in front of the couch.

He took slow steps back and sat down on the smooth leather, spread his legs wide and let her see the bulge of his proud cock begging for her attention. She raised an eyebrow, then followed him over, stood between his legs a moment before straddling him.

Thor slid his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in until their lips were almost touching. “Nineteen tonight?”

She nodded.

“You sure?” He asked.

She giggled. “Promise.”

Thor bit her lower lip, then kissed her and made sure to spell out his every desire in the press of his tongue to hers. She met him halfway, sucked his tongue and pushed back into him, ground her hips down and—

He gasped, shoved a hand up her skirt to cup her, found a cock hard in his palm.

She pulled back, lips swollen and pupils wide. “Problem?”

Thor hiked her mini skirt up past her hips and saw lacy underwear barely containing her dick, her balls already hanging down where she hadn’t even bothered trying to hide them.

He grinned and shook his head. “More to suck when I take you home.”

She laughed and let Thor rip the flimsy camisole she was wearing, exposing the soft curve of her tits, her pale pink nipples. He sucked one, used his tongue to tease it and play with it. Over the music he heard her moaning, felt the vibration in her chest. Her cock pressed to his belly as her hips started rolling.

“I might ruin your shirt.” She didn’t sound sorry about it.

Thor pinched her nipple with his teeth and pulled off, pressed kisses to the abused flesh, then licked his way to the other.

“Feel free,” he answered, then sucked her other nipple hard.

His booth was open. No curtains, no walls, not even in the VIP section. Anyone who looked over would see his sweet girl’s ass and balls exposed as she humped his belly, would know what they were doing. Thor’s cock throbbed against his zipper and he groaned with the pain, loved how sharp it was, knew she must be soft inside and it would all be made right in the end.

She panted and pulled back, grabbed her dick and jacked it until she came in thick pulses right on the swell of his muscular his chest. It soaked into the cotton and Thor loved the heat of it on his skin. He basked in the attention, in earning such a thing as her pleasure.

He pulled her back in and held her close, rubbed her back and pulled her skirt down a bit to at least play at modesty.

She kissed his neck. “You always spoil me, brother.”

Thor chuckled and hugged her tight. “You act like I don’t get anything from these little fantasies of yours, Loki.”

Loki laughed and nuzzled his jaw, and Thor looked at the crowd, saw only a few eyes directed their way. He wished there were more, wished people could know how much he loved her, how completely she owned him. 

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She slung an arm around his shoulders and drew his hand up to feel her breast, just a slight little bit of fat that he could squeeze in his palm. Fuck.

He was already so goddamn hard it hurt, but he wasn’t going to rush this.

“I want to see the rest of you,” he whispered.

Loki nodded and slid out of his lap to stand in front of him. The blouse slipped off of her shoulders and fluttered to the floor, and her smart pencil skirt dropped right down and Thor’s breath caught in his chest because she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath. Her soft, delicate cock hung in front of her balls and made his mouth water. She wasn’t circumcised, so he had more to play with. Her sac was shaved and the skin there was the prettiest shade of pink Thor had ever seen. Blushing from his attention, he liked to think.

He grabbed his cock through his wool slacks and squeezed to ease up some of the ache. She smirked. Thor crooked two fingers and called her back into his lap, soft and naked and his for as long as he could keep her.

Her long, deft fingers popped the top four buttons of his shirt open and dipped inside to grope at his pec, and she chuckled when he flexed and made it jump for her.

“A showman, I can appreciate that,” she purred.