#wlw loki

As soon as he pulled away, you started giggling. “Come now Loki, what on earth was that?”

“Beg your pardon? A Kiss? Surely You know what a kiss is, Darling.”

“And what is this…. Kiss? I can take a joke better than most, but I do not tolerate cruel tricks Laufeyson.”

This was when Loki’s brows furrowed. “Are you mocking me darling?”

“You mocked me first. Do you expect me to think that the trickster, YOU,” and you gestured to all of him, “would kiss… ME” and gestured to yourself.

“If you won’t take my word,” Loki had started and then took your face in his strong and lithe hands and kissed you again, begging your mouth with his, and when you granted access, slipped his tongue furiously around yours. When he finally let you come up for air, you exhaled a frosty breath.

“Is that clearer?” the god asked.

You had lost your words, and your defiant attitude. And managed to nod in agreement. In some unspoken understanding, you both rushed back to the tower, where Loki descended into you again in the elevator, and unbroken led you to his private quarters.

You blushed at the memory.

Hands flashing to pull, tug and tear the clothing from his muscular frame, and your soft curvaceous form. Kisses turning into nibbling, sucking, moans filling the air. In the heat of the moment you even forgot any self consciousness or mortification over your body, as Loki ministered his blistering hot mouth and cool venturesome touch furiously drawing out your first orgasm. Barely letting that one settle, he was dragging his cock over your soaked folds, as you grabbed for him. “Loki” you moaned, breathless, “Wait.” He paused and kissed you deeply. “Yes?” He asked as he peppered more kisses down your neck. He nibbled your pulse point on your neck, while gently rolling your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a new moan. “Don’t you want me to,” you struggled to say “return the favor?”

“hrm?” as each touch from him was making you quiver under his body. “I need you.” And Loki leaned back on his knees and firmly hoisted your hips towards him as if you weighed practically nothing. Rubbing his tip along your entrance, he muttered again. “I need, YOU.” Making sure his wild, lust filled eyes met yours as he slowly, yet surely bore into you. You released a deep and throaty moan, taking his considerable size in pleasure. Loki barely managed “Oh my good girl.” And you fluttered around him. He started slow, but did not take long to set a frantic pace as he chased his high. You were a mess underneath him, fists grabbing at the bed, moaning his name. You knew he was close when he brought his thumb to your clit, “Good girl taking me so well. Cum for me my good girl.” he praised and commanded. And the dam broke, a form of scream escaping your throat as you came and squirted all over Loki, as they too let his voice rasp out a sound as all of him tensed in orgasm. You both had laid there for a while, catching your breath, sweat glistening on your bodies in bliss. Loki pulled you to him and held you to his chest, nuzzling your hair.

It wasn’t long before you started to come back into your thoughts, and couldn’t believe what had just happened. You quickly pulled the sheet to cover yourself, keenly aware of just how much flesh was on display. Loki bemoaned “Oh there goes the best view on Midgard.”

“Look Loki.” you started, thoroughly embarrassed now. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“Beg your pardon?” Loki began. “I try to demonstrate the passion that I feel for you, and you still believe it untrue? Oh no, my kjaere. I only have the sincerest of feelings for you. I would very much like to court you.”

“Did Thor put you up to this? Tony? Court me?”

“If you don’t want a relationship with me, please just say so. Don’t need to rub salt into the wound.”

“Wait… you’re serious? You want an actual relationship? With me?” You paused long. “Not just a joke? Not just a secret lay on the side?” You must have made a face as you said “Why?”

“Kjaere, yes. Yes- YOU, Why not you!?”

You buried your face into the bed. “Please don’t make me say it Loki.” came out muffled.

He lightly drew his lips along your still bare shoulder “As you wish. Kjaere..”

Thus started the whirlwind of the last few months of your relationship with Loki. It was so sweet, magical, so intense. You had never before felt so blissfully happy in a relationship, even if the copious PDA made you feel exposed at times. It was a special thrill to be seen in this new role, girlfriend, and others faced with the knowledge as well. Loki was not ashamed of you for even a moment.

He spent every moment he could, touching you, honoring you, making love to you, thrown back in rapturous ecstasy with you. And you were still surprised every time.

And one day, it occurred to you, that you weren’t being completely honest with yourself or Loki.

That night, after dinner, you encouraged Loki to have a drink with you out on the patio. With a deep sigh after a sip of your wine you spoke. “Loki”, “Kjaere” and he beckoned you to lean back into him on the chaise. You did, and he immediately casually wrapped you in his arm. “I need to tell you something,” You closed your eyes, heart pounding, fear boiling in your veins, terror in your voice.

“Loki, I’m queer. I don’t just like men.” There you said it. You took a giant gulp this time. Stammering, “I’m bi.” “Or pan.” “Something. Queer.”

Loki craned his neck to look your face. “Help me understand.” he politely asked. “is this regarding your, sexuality?”

Your hand was still a bit shaky as you drank the rest of your wine, Loki’s remaining virtually untouched. “It means, I like men and woman- sexually, romantically. That… that… it really doesn’t matter what the person’s gender identity is, that I can be attracted to them”

“Is that what midgardians call that?”

“Well, the understanding ones do. Others- like my family though- have different names for it.”

“Like what?”

“Abomination, sinner, to start.”

Loki’s demeanor changed. “They really said that?”

You nodded, finding the words lost, stuck in the lump in your throat, as your eyes welled with tears as memories flashed. He kissed your temple.

After a long moment, Loki spoke. “Well I suppose while on the subject, I should tell you, that this is me as well. In my time I have been known to, well frankly, bed a number of would be suitors. Maidens and Lords alike. It always tended to be a moot point in Asgard.”

“Did your father throw you out of the house for having kissed a girl?”

“Oh my sweet thing.” He held you tighter as the tears fell. “Odin is his own brand of horrid. It does nothing to ease the betrayal of your own kin. But I am still an abomination.”

“Because of Thanos and new York?”

“Because of what I am. I am not pure of Asgardian blood.”

Now it was your turn to look your lover in their eyes. “But you’re Thor’s brother.”

“Yes. Brothers of circumstance, shared history and battle. But not of blood. I am…. Of Jotunheim. A frost giant.” He shifted your seats, closed his eyes, and you gasped quietly as his pale skin faded into an icy blue, patterned ridges forming. Blood red eyes opened to gauge your reaction.

“You’re so beautiful… “tracing the line on his cheek.

“I am a monster.” And Loki turned his gaze away from you.

You gently lifted his chin back to look at him.

“Does it bother you at all that I’m queer? That I still have dreams about being with women while I’m with you? Do you worry I am going to cheat on you?”

Loki’s demeanor brightened. “Not at all darling. I know and trust you.”

“Then trust me, you’re no more a monster than I am. And if you refuse to agree- well then you are MY monster.” You kissed him softly. You could feel him smile. “I was terrified to tell you this Lo. Terrified you’d immediately break it off with me.” you leaned into him for comfort.

“Why would I do that?? I may be a monster but that’s pretty low.”

“It’s been enough for others before.” You said low and quiet. “I’ve been too happy to risk it.”

“Kjaere, don’t mistake me for one of these ridiculous Midgardians. I’ve suspected something to this affect for sometime. Before we started courting in fact. I didn’t realize it was such a worry for you, and for that I am sorry.”

“Wait… you knew?”

“SUSPECTED.”

You giggled out the remaining nervousness.

“Why do you think you’re a monster Lo?”

“The stories parents tell their children before sleep, the villains are often frost giants. Asgardian history itself is littered with frost giant horrors. Even my own past, I could not escape what I am.”

“But I love who you are”

You tensed as you realized what you had said, never having said it to another before. You could feel Loki still. You held your breath, debating just running away. Loki held you in place.

“Even in this barbaric form?” he looked at you with his piercing ruby eyes.

“Especially so.” and you kissed him hard, ignoring the chill from his skin.

“Norns. I don’t deserve it.”

“Fuck anyone who thinks that. Look at you, look at me. I’m the one who doesn’t make sense. You’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen and I’m, just…” and you grabbed your curves for emphasis. “This.” spat out with more venom than ever before.

Loki chuckled. “We make quite the pair, don’t we.”

“gee thanks.” and you stood to leave. Loki grabbed your wrist.

“Love, you misunderstand me. We are too alike at times. I love you for who you are! These curves,” and he reverentially ran his hands over your form, “are just a bonus.”

You chuckled and curled into Loki’s arms. In comfortable silence you both looked out into the city, night descending and the lights taking over the view in peace. Soon though you started to feel the chill and after one shiver from you Loki faded his Jotunn form back to the familiar pale Asgardian body. All the anxiety melted away, feeling more secure in this moment than ever before.

“I have an idea, if you’re open to it.” he whispered. You could feel him move and shift again. You moved to see Loki- not as an Asgardian or even Jotunn - but this time as a tall woman, a dress even accentuating new godly cleavage. Your jaw fell slack.

She started to lead you inside. “It’s been ages since I last made love as a woman.”

That was all it took before you felt yourself melting into your desire for your beloved Loki.

Once back in their room, you could not pull yourself from her body. You kissed her soft lips, and ran your hands over the new softness of her hips, before daring to caress her breast over her dress. She let out a gasp as you played with the now hardening nipple through the fabric. She let you pull the dress over head, letting her even longer hair cascade over the bare skin. You felt on fire, your deep desires taking over.

“Is this your first time with a woman?” Loki asked, breathlessly.

You nodded your head “No”. “it may be surprising, but I’ve had threesomes before” you confessed.

Loki’s eyebrows raised. Before they could ask more questions you descended your mouth over the sweet bud of their hardened nipple, sucking just hard enough to pull a humming sound from her instead. Her hands were running under your top, reaching for your skin as well. Leaning back you whipped off your top and unhooked your bra before throwing it to the side of the bed. She smiled, seeing how erect your nipples were as well. She took one in her hand and pinched just hard enough for you to gasp, causing your own arousal. In a flurry of limbs, tongues and kisses, you were both became bare for each other, you leaning over Loki your own hair hanging down tickling their skin with a smirk from you. You couldn’t wait, you slid down their torso kissing as you slowly pushed her legs apart. Kissing and nipping at her soft thighs, as you teased her folds with a light touch, spreading her slickness before venturing close to the bud of her clit. When you lightly brushed your finger tip around it in a slow, deliberate circle, Loki bucked and shuddered. You looked your partner in the eye as you brought the same finger to your mouth and sucked all of her off.

“So sweet, I need more.” And you descended your mouth, throwing her leg over your shoulder. You lapped and worked your tongue on her clit, drinking of her pussy as if you found the oasis in the desert. As your ministrations brought her closer to her climax, Loki’s hips started to buck and grind on your face until you pushed your arm to pin them down to the mattress. You took your other hand and inserted your index finger inside while still sucking on her clit. She moaned as you slipped your middle finger in as well and started pumping, curving your fingers to find just that spot. You knew when you found it as Loki moaned louder than before. “Kjaere, don’t stop.” And you didn’t you kept going, faster than before and felt them tighten around your fingers. Straining against your arm Loki arched their back and tensed as they came, squirting on your hand and face.

You leaned back on your knees to catch the expression of surprise and bliss on your partner’s face, chest heaving as they worked to catch their breath. “That was new” they managed to say with a grin.

A few hours later, spent and exhausted, basking in the afterglow of so many orgasms (you had lost count after 7), you hummed a contented sigh into the neck of your lover.

“Something on your mind?” she asked.

“nope. Ya fucked it out” you mumbled with a smile. “I love you Loki.”

“Oh my heart. I love you too, get some rest. I can show you how much more in the morning- and you can tell me that threesome story.”

You blushed.