#loki feels
I read a critique of a book that compared the characters to the relative popularity/interest level in Loki and Thor, saying that Loki is more interesting because he has conflicts and changing/growing motivations and desires he pursues that come from within, whereas Thor is basically content with his life of drinking, fighting and sex, and only reacts to external threats. I can see their point. At the same time, point one is that there’s nothing wrong with external threats driving an adventure narrative. That’s a valid and often interesting story structure. In fact, it’s arguably necessary for a serialized adventure story. Point two is that basically happy and well-adjusted people can have growth and interesting motivations and reactions… they just happen differently, or more subtly and slowly perhaps.
From what I can tell, the problem with that book’s main character was that she was ultimately not used in an interesting way by the narrative, and nothing super interesting happened for her to react to or grow from. Thor is different ‘cause you can do almost anything with a comic superhero character in general and Thor in particular, as we can see even in the range of tone and subject matter in current Marvel Thor movies. I mean, most stories that care about plot basically need a main character constructed like Thor, while antagonists and secondary characters are more free to have overarching agendas. At the same time, putting that kind of hero into a smaller, more character-driven story is also possible, as a lot of fanfic demonstrates.
Anyway, this makes me wonder what the 'secret’ of making a naturally well-adjusted character like Thor interesting in a smaller story would be. Basically, what if the stuff the main character has to react to is just… not that gripping, or kind of predictable, or even not the point? Does the character have to be dramatic in and of themselves then?
The main 'secret’ is the relationship/relationships developed between the characters, as far as I can tell. The 'main character’ is not the point; the dynamic is the point of interest. That’s not to say I actually think only striving, conflicted characters like Loki are truly interesting. Thor is interesting! You can’t really be 'too boring’ or 'too normal’ for a story to be great; that’s actually ridiculous. Being conflicted and intense as a person is essentially just easier. It’s a shortcut, basically. As a writer, that story writes itself. It’s just… with someone like Thor and without an external source of conflict, I think suddenly you have to have some subtlety and attention to detail, noticing all the tiny things in life that actually matter and make it feel 'real’ and important as you’re living it. You can reveal hidden depths and subtleties in any character, even if they’re just going out to a bar with friends. It’s just… easy to fail, and hard to keep the reader’s attention.
I think a lot of writers also write 'normal’ and well-adjusted characters without being very intentional about it, unlike good fanfic writers, who generally are fixated and obsessed with every tiny detail about Thor. Like, the writer may use broad strokes too much with such a character, or not be good enough at capturing small, mundane moments in an elegant, vivid manner. They may even believe their smaller stakes plot may fool readers into thinking it’s super important. Essentially, the problem is generally the writer not respecting their readers’ intelligence and not being interested enough in their own main character.
I keep on experimenting with color palettes, less saturated this time.
It turned out that the Asgardian/Elven Prince Loki is one of the most comforting Lokis for me.
After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?
This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.
Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Flashback chapter, Major character death, Murder, Blood, Gore, Violence
Part 4
Loki
2012 (After the battle of New York)
Raven and I had used the tesseract to escape The Avengers, now on an unknown planet trying to lay low. It wasn’t The Avengers I was worried about evading. It was Thanos. He had promised that I could rule over Earth, providing I secured and delivered the tesseract. However, I had failed to overthrow Earth and Thanos would likely think I had stolen the tesseract. Unless I either kept running or could talk my way out of the situation.
After explaining the situation to Raven, I had expected her to want to leave. But she had insisted on staying with me even with the potential danger. Even with us not staying in one place too long, she just saw it as she finally could explore the galaxy, always trying to keep me thinking positively. So far, we hadn’t been found, luck had been on our side. But luck would eventually run out.
Thanos and The Black Order eventually found us on Terma, corning us in our temporary home. Raven was already on the defensive before they’d entered the house. I grabbed her by the shoulders, getting her full attention.
“Don’t try to fight them, we’re outnumbered. I will get us out of this, but if the worst does happen, I need you to run,” I warned her.
“I’m not leaving you.”
Thanos had no quarrel with her, so I was hoping she would be let go. However, if she wasn’t willing to leave me, that could put her at risk.
“You may have too, but I promise you I will follow,” I lied.
Before she could respond, the door was forced open and in stepped Thanos. I made sure to keep Raven behind me to keep her safe a few seconds more as The Black Order followed behind Thanos.
“You have something of mine, something that you stole,” Thanos declared.
“Stole it? If I hadn’t used it to escape Earth, then you never would have gotten it. Now I’ve just been keeping it safe, waiting for you to collect it,” I replied.
Thanos stepped closer, The Black Order now surrounding us.
“Is that so?” Thanos asked, “we must have just missed you on Xandar and Maveth and Aakons.”
I forced a smile, hoping there was still a slight chance I could talk our way out of this.
“That was you? Forgive me, I was under the impression it was someone else,” I chuckled nervously.
Thanos did not return my smile or seem amused. He glanced behind him at one of his lackeys before nodding. Cull Obsidian grabbed Raven by her throat and lifted her from the floor.
Raven protested, struggling in his grip. Panic filled me, but before I could conjure the tesseract, Raven used her pyrokinesis on Cull. Instead of dropping her, he threw her violently across the room. Her body landed hard, yet she still tried to get up despite the pain. Quickly I conjured as many clones as I could using them to distract Thanos and The Black Order. As the room erupted into chaos, I made my way over to Raven, hoping to get to her before they could determine I was the real Loki.
My main focus was getting her as far from here as possible, regardless of my own safety. Thanos could do whatever he wanted to me so long as he didn’t touch her. Using my magic again, I concealed myself from Thanos and The Black Order. Halfway across the room, Ebony Maw had fought off several clones now surveying the room for me. When he couldn’t find me, he turned his attention to Raven, who had now gotten to her feet.
Raven hurled another fireball at Maw, who deflected it with ease, now advancing on her. Ebony Maw lifted Raven with his telekinesis, although he started to struggle as she fought back with her own telekinetic ability. Before I had the chance to intervene, Raven was thrown in Thanos’ direction. Thanos picked her up by her throat, her legs dangling uselessly as she clawed at his giant purple hand. Quickly I revealed myself in the hopes he would release her.
“Thanos, stop. You have no quarrel with her. Please, just let her go, and the tesseract is yours,” I bargained.
My panic turned to dread as Thanos began applying pressure to her throat, Raven struggling to breathe. Quickly I conjured the tesseract, holding it out for him to take.
“Here! Take it. But please just let her go. Please,” I pleaded.
Proxima and Corvus forced me to my knees, restraining me before Ebony Maw took the tesseract from me.
Yet Thanos still did not free Raven, amused by her feeble attempts of freedom. Quickly, she was losing air. Ebony Maw checked the tesseract over to make sure it wasn’t another illusion, once satisfied, he nodded to Thanos.
“I should have known better than to trust something as important as this with a failure,” Thanos spoke, “you failed your father, your people, failed to secure Earth. And now you’ve failed to protect your wife.”
Thanos tightened his grip once more, snapping Raven’s neck with ease.
All I could do was watch in horror as Thanos dropped her limp body to the floor. Proxima and Corvus released me now, having gotten what they wanted. I scrambled over to Raven’s body, desperately using my magic to revive her in any way. Thanos and The Black Order left without another word; they’d gotten what they’d wanted. No matter what I tried, Raven still didn’t move, her eyes cold and lifeless. She was gone.
I held her close, my sobs turning to wails. Thanos was right, I’d failed to protect her and now I was truly alone. She’d been the only person to stick by my side, to see the real me. After Odin had given up on me, as well as Thor and my mother, Raven had stayed. I’d taken vows, made promises to keep her safe, keep her happy. And now they were broken because I hadn’t done enough, I hadn’t been strong enough or powerful enough.
I didn’t know how much time had passed until night arrived. My anguish had turned to rage. Thanos would pay for what he did, I would make sure of it. Stroking Raven’s hair, I knew I couldn’t stay here. But I hated the fact I had to leave her here, that I had to let her go. Removing her wedding ring, I conjured a chain and wore it around my neck. Now came the harder part.
Forcing myself to let go of her, I went outside and found an appropriate spot for a cremation. I couldn’t bear the thought of burying her and leaving her here alone, so a cremation was the next best thing. Using my magic, I conjured an appropriate funeral pyre, making small adjustments here and there. Once complete, I headed back inside, picking her up and holding her in my arms for what would be the last time. Her body had started to lose its warmth by now.
Carrying her to the pyre, I placed her down and closed her eyes. Leaning down, I kissed her forehead, unsure if I should say anything. The only thing that came to mind was ‘I’m sorry’. It felt like we’d hardly spent anytime together, our time unfairly cut short. There was so much we had wanted to do together, could have done together. My eyes filled with tears again, not just mourning the loss of her, but the loss of what could have been.
Taking one final look at her, I then lit the pyre and within a few minutes, it was engulfed in flames. Unable to watch anymore, I turned and left, ready to track down Thanos.
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After two missed opportunities, I changed my tactic. Instead of tracking down Thanos, I decided to track down infinity stones. Apparently two Asgardians had been spotted on Knowhere at The Collectors museum recently. Whilst there was no proof they had handed over an infinity stone, it was worth a look. If there was nothing there, I had no doubt The Collector knew where I could find more infinity stones. Where they would be, Thanos would eventually show up.
Upon my arrival, I’d used my magic to conceal myself before searching the museum. It was more of a vault than a museum. Finally, I found a red stone stored in a locked container. The reality stone. Now that I knew it was here, I just had to wait for Thanos to come for it. Conjuring a clone, I had them keep watch over the museum and they would inform me the moment Thanos arrived.
It took months before finally Thanos arrived on Knowhere. The Black Order were staying on the ship, likely searching for the locations of the remaining infinity stones. The best time to take Thanos out was now whilst he only had one of the stones, if he got anymore he would be too powerful to take on alone. I remained concealed in the museum, taking the reality stone and hiding it. In its place, I left an illusion of the stone as bait.
Heavy footsteps could be heard through the museum, Thanos talking to someone. Before I could investigate who, The Collector was thrown at one of the display cases; the glass shattering and littering the floor.
“The Power Stone. I won’t ask again,” Thanos warned.
The Collector spat out a mouthful of blood before pointing at the bait. Thanos smiled, walking to the ‘stone’.
Now was my chance. Levitating the larger, sharper shards of glass, I waited for Thanos to take the stone. His fingers passed through it before he tried once more. Visibly frustrated, he turned to interrogate the Collector further. I finally revealed myself, not giving Thanos time to react as I flung the glass shards at him. Each one embedded deep in his skin, the pain and surprise knocking him off balance. Most of the shards had hit either vital organs or arteries.
But I wasn’t going to leave him bleeding out to chance. Running to him, I conjured a dagger and came to a stop by his head. I wanted to make sure he saw me, saw who was the one to kill him. Recognition filled his eyes before pure loathing. I crouched down, so I was closer to him.
“You told me I was nothing but a failure. Failing you, failing to keep my wife safe before you took her from me,” I said, “and yet I’m now the one with the upper hand.”
Before he could reply, I stabbed him in the eye, pressing my dagger as deep as I could until it hit his brain, ending his cries of pain and his life. Relief filled me, knowing my wife’s murderer had gotten what he’d deserved at my hand. But that feeling was short-lived as an orange doorway opened a few metres from me. A handful of heavily armoured men and women stepped through, setting their sights on me. One of them stepped forward, obviously the one in charge.
“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline,” the female said firmly.
I frowned at her. Who were the Time Variance Authority? And what crimes? They couldn’t possibly mean killing Thanos.
“Oh please, I’ve practically done you all a favour by killing him,” I replied.
The female sighed as if I was being difficult before stepping closer. She smacked me hard across the face with the baton she’d been carrying, the force of the blow knocking me over.
Before I could retaliate, she put some kind of collar around my neck, and I was hauled to my feet by two of her lackeys. They dragged me through the orange portal before it closed behind us. We were no longer in The Collectors museum; I assumed this must be the Time Variance Authority’s headquarters. The female that was in charge led me through a set of double doors and past a circular desk to another set of doors.
“I am not taking another step until you answer my questions,” I growled.
She smirked and motioned to the doors, “through those doors are all the answers you need.”
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After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?
This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.
Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Suicide plans that have now thankfully fallen through, LOKI IS HERE, Language
Chapter 3
Raven
Saturday June 24th
Thor had yet to return. But I couldn’t hold off my plans for him. In fact, him not being here made it somewhat easier. Val and I had eaten dinner, and she had insisted on doing the washing up to show her gratitude. She would likely leave in two hours and then I could prepare. Val was talking about the preparations that would need to be made come September, when the colder weather set in.
“I just want us to get a head start, so we’re not worrying about it at the last minute,” she continued.
“I know. You’re always one step ahead, like a good leader should be.”
Suddenly, Val dropped the plate she’d been holding into the sink as she spotted something outside.
“Holy shit,” she marvelled.
“What? What is it?”
“Your gonna wanna see this.”
Was Thor back? Or was it something bad? Getting up from the table, I joined her at the window.
Outside appeared to be an orange doorway, but the more shocking thing was who had emerged from that doorway. Loki. Not even bothering with shoes, I raced outside towards him. This couldn’t be real; he couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming, or maybe I’d truly lost it and had a psychotic break. The first thing that struck me as odd was the clothing choice. Black trousers, an off-white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a striped tie.
His hair was shorter, back how it had been when he first came to Earth. When I reached him, I took his face in my hands as if to get a better look at him. He leaned into my touch, as if he hadn’t felt it in years. But something still wasn’t right, something in his eyes gave it away.
“You’re not my Loki,” I spoke.
His face fell a little, “I’m not.”
Taking my hands away, I fought back tears.
“Is this a dream?” I asked, my voice cracking.
“No, this is all real, I’m real. I just come from a different timeline.”
Bruce had mentioned time travel before, I didn’t think such a thing was possible, but this Loki was proof it was possible. The orange doorway closed behind Loki, meaning he was here to stay. There were so many questions I had, and I didn’t know where to start.
“You should probably come inside,” I mentioned.
Loki followed me back to the cottage where Valkyrie was waiting. She eyed Loki suspiciously, her arms folded across her chest.
“Do you want me to stay?” She asked.
If this Loki meant me harm, he would have likely already attacked. Loki also eyed Valkyrie with suspicion, as if he’d never met her.
“I can handle it,” I replied.
Val hesitated for a few moments before finally leaving. Sitting down at the table, I motioned for Loki to take a seat. He glanced around the cottage, a hint of disgust on his face before he sat down. Perhaps this was an earlier version of Loki, maybe sometime after we’d met. There was still a sense of arrogance about him that I hadn’t missed.
Both of us sat in silence for a few moments, neither of us unsure where to start. It made no sense; it was my husband, my best friend and yet it wasn’t. This man was a stranger.
“So now I know time travel exists, where are you from?” I asked.
“I was last on Earth after the battle of New York before the timekeepers arrested me.”
“Not the Avengers?”
Loki paused, “no.”
This was already a lot to wrap my head around. Time travel, timekeepers, another Loki. He studied me as if there was something wrong.
“You changed your hair. It’s…odd seeing it so long and with your natural colour,” he said.
Judging by the look on his face, he didn’t like it. But by the way he worded his sentence made it obvious there was another version of me from his timeline. Well, my current appearance wasn’t exactly for his benefit.
“You don’t like it?” I asked.
“That’s not what I said.”
“But it was implied. Nice to know all Loki’s are bad at hiding their real feelings.”
A silence fell over us again. Neither of us knew what to say to the other. We were both strangers to each other, both needing to get to know each other.
“Why are you here?” I asked, “if there’s so many timelines, why this one?”
Loki thought about his answer for a few moments.
“I didn’t have a say in the matter. It was up to the timekeepers, I helped them capture a few variants and they let me go,” he explained.
“Variants? As in other Loki’s?”
“Yes.”
“Do you all look the same or…?”
“Some of us look the same, but they were some that were quite different. Apparently, in one timeline, I’m an alligator.”
I couldn’t help but laugh shortly at the mental image. Loki smiled at the sound, chuckling softly.
“If you were to be any animal, I would have thought you’d be a snake,” I said, “considering how many times you used to try to prank Thor by turning into a snake.”
His smile faded at the mention of Thor, I couldn’t be sure if they had been on good terms in his timeline.
“Is he here?” Loki asked.
“No, he’s been gone a few months now, trying to undo the damage Thanos did with the rest of the Avengers.”
Loki’s expression changed, fear evident in his eyes. It made sense that this Loki was also afraid of Thanos, if he had still been through the battle of New York.
“He’s still out there?” Loki asked, clearly concerned.
“Technically yes. But in this timeline no, Thor took his head off five years ago. Now there’s this elaborate plan involving time travel to get the infinity stones and undo his damage,” I explained.
Loki seemed slightly impressed to hear Thor had been the one to take Thanos out. I had first thought that Thanos’ death would bring me some happiness, knowing my husband’s murderer had gotten what he deserved. But that feeling hadn’t lasted long, it still did nothing to fill the void.
“So, are you staying or…?” I asked.
“If that’s alright with you.”
I nodded, “yeah, that’s fine. So long as you don’t mind taking the couch.”
“Not at all, I understand.”
Thankfully, that hadn’t gone as awkwardly as I thought it would have. This situation was going to get complicated, the man before me was my husband but also wasn’t. There were feelings there, but it felt wrong to have them. Getting up from the table, I found Loki some spare pillows and blankets, making sure the couch was comfy for him.
He could always put the log fire on if he wanted to. We exchanged some slightly awkward goodnights before I went to my bedroom. Finally, all my conflicting emotions hit me at once and I sunk down to my knees on the floor, crying into my hands. I didn’t know what to do; it felt like I’d been given another chance, but it would feel wrong to take it. It would feel like some weird kind of infidelity. All I wanted was to be held by him, but that was out of the question.
Standing before my bedside cabinet, I picked up one of the pill bottles I planned on using tonight and debated my next move. I couldn’t take them now, not with him here. Putting my pills back in the drawer, I decided against taking my life. For now. I could take things one day at a time and see how things panned out between this Loki and I.
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After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?
This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.
Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Implied self harm, Implied eating dissorder, Heavy depression themes, No Loki in this chapter, Thor has surivivors guilt and depression, Language
Chapter 2
Raven
Four years later
Whoever said time heals all wounds was a liar. Nothing had changed, the pain was still there, festering like an open wound. Thor was still refusing to come out of his cottage, wasting away in his squalor, and I had resorted to older, unhealthier coping mechanisms. The only positive was that New Asgard was mostly fully functioning now. And with it fully functioning without Thor, it probably could function without me, too. Valkyrie had proved some days she could run it by herself.
And that was why I had set a date. Saturday June 24th. I would invite Thor and Val over for dinner, spend my last night in good company, and after they left, I would end it. I’d been hording my antidepressants for a few months now. There had been the option of just cutting my wrists length ways, but I didn’t want Val to find my body like that, or anybody to have to deal with more of a clean-up than necessary.
As I washed up the cooking stuff from last night, I glanced down at the large knife in my hand. Glancing at the door, I debated about what was stopping me from ending it now. My letters were already written, I just wouldn’t get the chance to say a proper goodbye. Before I could think about it anymore, there was a knock on my door. Dropping the knife back in the sink, I dried my hands before answering the door.
Val stood outside, looking slightly annoyed. Either Thor had done something, or something had gone wrong at the docks.
“We have some visitors,” she spoke.
I frowned, we never had visitors. And that could mean anybody. But if it were a fucking ‘Avenger’ they were sure as hell going to get a piece of my mind. Not once had any of them come here to check up on Thor or myself. Not even a phone call. Some ‘friends’ they were. I know I wasn’t on the best terms with most of them, but Thor was, and he deserved better from them.
Grabbing my coat, I left the cottage with Val, who led me over to a ship. Outside, waiting for us, stood Rocket Raccoon and Bruce Banner. Only Banner was now halfway between himself and Hulk mode. The sight was odd, but he looked mostly in control of himself. That still didn’t mean I was happy to see either of them. I skipped out on the greetings; I could already tell this wasn’t a social visit.
“What do you want?” I asked, “there’s been no contact for five years and now you just show up out of the blue.”
Rocket had his arms folded across his chest, unimpressed with my tone. Bruce, on the other hand, refused to look me in the eye. He knew I was right, more so after everything we’d done for him.
“Let me guess, you’re only here because you need him for something? You don’t actually care how he’s been?” I continued.
“We might have found a way to bring everyone back.” Bruce replied.
I fell silent; I hadn’t ever thought that would be possible. And if there was a chance, I had no right to stand in the way of that.
“How?” I asked.
“It’s complicated, quantum stuff combined with time travel. If we can get the stones, we can undo what Thanos did.”
But it wouldn’t bring Loki back. His death was before the snap. I still wouldn’t get my life back. But my happiness didn’t matter when it came to millions of other people’s happiness. Now was not the time to be selfish.
“Fine. Talk to him, see how he feels about it. But if he says no, I don’t want you to keep pushing until you change his mind,” I said sternly.
Bruce nodded in agreement, and I led the way to Thor’s cottage. Knocking first, we then headed inside. Thor was awake, already drinking a beer. When Thor noticed Rocket and Bruce, his face instantly lit up, and he greeted them warmly. A part of me didn’t want Thor to go, I wanted him to stay so that I knew he would be safe. But that was just me being selfish again. Rocket and Thor made small talk before Bruce explained the situation. It sounded almost like a sales pitch, like he’d practiced what he was going to say on the way here.
Thor fell silent for a few moments, looking to me for my opinion, or maybe even my permission. I didn’t know what to say, a lot of my answers were selfish.
“Raven, you can speak freely. We are amongst friends,” Thor reassured.
“If you can bring everyone back, then do it. But I want you to be doing it because you want to, not because you feel you owe your so-called friends anything. You do this for you because maybe then it will help you heal,” I explained.
After having tried to tell Thor that Thanos winning wasn’t his fault for years and it still not getting through, perhaps if he righted his ‘wrong’, he would feel better. It wouldn’t bring back anything he or I had lost, but it was the right thing to do.
“And put aside the right thing to do for a moment. Do you want me to go?” Thor asked.
The look in his eyes told me that if I said no, he wouldn’t leave, he would stay. My eyes glassed over, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. In that moment, the love I had for my brother-in-law grew by ten times, knowing he would stay with me if I asked him too because all we had now was each other.
“Yes,” I lied, “but I want you to come back in one piece.”
Thor gently smiled; he knew I was lying but didn’t call me out on it. Instead, he pulled me in for a tight hug.
“You have my word that I will return,” he promised.
I nodded, doing my best to keep it together. Thor changed into some cleaner clothes and packed a bag before we headed for the ship. We exchanged goodbyes before Valkyrie, and I watched the ship leave.
She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder as I fought back tears.
“He’ll be back, he’s gotten out of rougher scrapes before,” she reassured me.
“I just hope whatever plan they have works and they pull it off.”
“You’ve still got me, you know. And I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”
“You better not.”
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President Loki is in his second year of presidency and strives for perfection in all aspects of his life, including his submissive and secretary, Raven (OC). When he becomes trapped in The Void life is difficult without his submissive until a variant of her arrives. One that is more fiesty than what he’s used too.
All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!
Warnings: Heavy NSFW, Smut, Sex, Rough sex, Desk sex, Rough oral sex, Blowjobs, Bondage, Hair pulling, Spanking, Language, Dirty talk, Humilitation, Degrading language, Praise kink, Shoe licking, Face fucking, Dom/Sub relationship, President Loki is a harsh dom, Possessive behaviour, Butt plugs, Sex toys, Orgasm delay, Non con themes, Very dubious consent, President Loki is a sleazy asshole, Chains, Muzzles, Gags, Restraints, Kidnapping, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Sexual torture, Body whorship, Blood, Choking, Hair pulling, Slight dub con, Threesome, Clones, Manipulation, Cock warming, Spit roasing, Face fucking, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing
After the snap and losing her husband, Raven tries to settle on New Asgard with Thor and Valkyrie. But even after losing Loki twice before this time around doesn’t make it any easier. Until a variant of Loki shows up looking for her. Could this be the second chance they both need?
This the next fic in my canon Loki/Raven series. Obviously theres a big time jump from Thor (2011) to Avengers: Infinity War but this fic will tie up lose ends and cover that time jump at some point. So you will be filled in on what I have not written.
Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, HEAVY FEELS, Implied self harm, Implied eating dissorder, Heavy depression themes, No Loki in this chapter, Thor has surivivors guilt and depression
Chapter 1
Raven
After a year of being settled into New Asgard, Thor still barely left his cottage. Not that I could blame him, I understood he was grieving in his own way. But his people needed to see him, needed to know he was coping…somewhat. They couldn’t keep looking to Valkyrie or myself for leadership. I wasn’t cut out for it, even if I had been queen once before.
But this was different, these people were rebuilding their entire lives on a planet they weren’t familiar with. And I didn’t know how much longer I could keep their spirits up. If I was failing to look after myself, how could I look after anybody else? Valkyrie was the only one who was keeping it together, going above and beyond to help everyone.
Losing Loki was something I was used too or at least I thought I had been. I mean, it’s not like he hadn’t faked his death twice before. At first, I had expected him to walk through the door with a stupid smirk on his face, claiming it was another elaborate joke. But after six months, it became clear he wasn’t coming back from this one. I was alone once more.
The nights were difficult, eating dinner alone, going to bed alone. The silence was awful. But the lack of human contact was the worst. I longed to be held again, to be comforted. It felt like I was stuck in some sort of limbo, unsure of my next step, just existing and trying to make it through each day.
Loki would have been bored here at first, it was just a small fishing village after all. But eventually I believed he would have settled; Thor and Loki would have helped their people rebuild in no time at all.
And maybe then we could have started our own family, something we’d talked about a few times before. Thor would have made a wonderful uncle, and Loki would have been a better father than Odin and Laufey combined. But all those hopes for the future were gone now, as was my husband.
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Valkyrie and I stood by the docks as the latest shipment was unloaded. Valkyrie was handed a box that was addressed to Thor. A few more were eventually placed beside her.
“You want a hand with those?” I asked.
“Sure.”
Grabbing what I could carry, Valkyrie, and I set off to Thor’s cottage.
“So, he’s discovered Amazon Prime,” I spoke.
“Yeah, Korg introduced him to it, there are packages every week.”
That probably meant there were a lot of unnecessary purchases. We reached the cottage, and Valkyrie paused outside.
“You can just leave them outside and I’ll grab them in a sec,” Valkyrie said.
I frowned softly, I’d carried them all this way, I could carry them inside. It had been a while since I’d seen Thor anyway, so it couldn’t hurt to poke my head in and say hello at the very least.
“Its fine, I’ve carried them this far,” I replied.
Valkyrie seemed hesitant to let me inside, as if hiding something.
“Val, what’s going on?” I asked.
“It’s just neither of you have really been around each other since we got here. Everyone kinda assumed you don’t want to talk or something.”
She was right; I hadn’t been over to see or talk to Thor, and he hadn’t been over to do the same. To everyone else, it would look like we were avoiding each other.
“I guess we’ve just been so focused on our own grief that we haven’t thought of what the other person is going through,” I explained.
“You don’t have to go in if you’re not up to it.”
“I can’t keep avoiding it, either.”
“Okay. Well, just brace yourself.”
It couldn’t be that bad. Valkyrie opened the door and led me inside. The first thing I noticed was the lack of natural light. The curtains were all closed, and the only light source was from the TV.
The second thing I noticed was the smell. A mixture of takeout food, beer and body odour. The place was littered with takeout wrappers, empty bottles of alcohol and dirty clothes. Korg and Miek were on the couch, Korg had a gaming controller in his hand whilst Miek ate from a box of cheez-its. There was no sign of Thor, though. Korg looked up and smiled kindly.
“Good morning, ladies. The big man isn’t up yet, but I can get him if he’s needed,” Korg greeted.
Glancing at the clock, I noted it was 11:42 and Thor was still asleep.
“Yeah, thanks Korg,” Valkyrie replied.
Korg paused his game and got up, heading deeper into the cottage. Valkyrie and I put the parcels down but didn’t take a seat whilst we waited. The more time that passed, the more I wanted to back out of here and the situation. After ten minutes, Korg returned to the living room.
“Just give him five minutes to sort himself out,” Korg explained.
Well, I suppose that was better than him refusing to get out of bed or saying he didn’t want to see me.
“I’ll make some coffee,” I suggested.
Before anybody could reply, I escaped to the kitchen. The kitchen was just as bad as the living room. More takeout wrappers, the trash can was overflowing, and the sink was filled with dirty dishes. After turning the kettle on, I searched the cupboards for a few clean mugs. There were only two, so I started washing up some of the dirty ones. I was all too familiar with this mess; I’d gone through it before. Now I’d just gotten better at hiding my depression, I suppose I had too when so many people were depending on me. If they saw me fall apart, they would lose hope.
I didn’t get to sit around and wallow in my self-pity all day; I had to be on the high functioning end of the spectrum. But Thor probably hadn’t experienced such despair before, and this was just easiest for him. I had to be gentle and understanding with him. As I made everyone but myself a mug of coffee, that’s when Thor finally appeared. And this year had not been kind to him. His hair was longer, dirty and unkempt, as was his beard. He’d gained a lot of weight, his stomach much rounder and fuller. He was wearing loose, comfortable clothes.
Thor forced a smile when he saw me, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He pulled me in for a hug, which I gladly accepted. For a few moments we just held each other, this was probably the most physical human contact either of us had had in months.
“It’s good to see you,” he spoke softly.
I nodded in agreement before we pulled away. Thor grabbed a mug of coffee before we sat at the kitchen table together.
“How have you been?” He asked.
I gave a soft shrug, my feelings didn’t matter right now, “coping. You?”
Thor studied me for a few seconds, as if trying to decide how to answer my question.
“You’ve done something with your hair. It’s longer than before. Looks like it could do with some hair dye too, although I don’t mind your natural hair colour.”
Gently I lifted a section to my eyeline, noticing just how much the brunette colour had grown out. And combined with the remaining purple, it looked like a weird ombre. Most days, I avoided looking in the mirror, not worrying about my appearance anymore.
“You’re looking thinner too,” Thor grabbed a pizza box, offering me a slice of cold leftovers, “eat.”
The mere sight of food made me feel nauseous. I only really ate now at dinner; I was too busy in the day to stop for lunch and normally woke up too late to have breakfast. I politely declined his offer. Thor shrugged and took a bite from the cold slice.
“Thor, how are you?” I asked again.
“Me? Oh, I’m fine,” he said, his voice wavering slightly.
Gently, I placed my hand over his, noticing how he avoided my gaze.
“It’s okay if you’re not fine,” I said softly, “considering everything you’ve been through. I’m here if you want to talk about it.”
Thor paused. I knew, considering who his father had been, it must be hard for him to open up and be vulnerable. But he needed to if he wanted to heal.
“I just miss having him around, you know. I would have thought after going through this twice before that the third time would be easy. But this time he really is gone. First my mother, then father. Then I lost my hammer and my home and now Loki’s gone too. Everything I had is gone, Father was wrong to think I was ever worthy.”
Tears streaked his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his free hand.
“And all of this, the way the world is now, that’s all on me,” he continued.
“How? How is any of this your fault?”
Thor scoffed, slipping his hand out from under mine, obviously frustrated.
“I failed to kill Thanos. Because of my stupidity, half the population is gone…I couldn’t even protect my brother from him. What good am I?” He explained.
Thor was visibly angry, but I knew it was more at himself than me. He was beating himself up for something he couldn’t have helped.
Thanos had been stronger than all of us combined, it hadn’t been anybody’s fault. We’d tried everything we could have. Now we had to mourn our losses before trying to rebuild.
“You’re still the king that these people need. If you were truly a failure, then none of those people out there would be alive,” I reminded him.
“Their home is gone because of me. I’m not a king, I’m not fit or worthy to lead those people. You don’t need my help to lead, you’re doing great.”
Biting down on my tongue, I held back from telling him the truth, from telling him how I was close to my breaking point. This wasn’t about me; this was about him. And snapping at him for saying the wrong thing wouldn’t help the situation. But there was also only so much I could do or say to him. And it was clear anything I said was falling on deaf ears. I couldn’t make Thor believe me; I couldn’t change him in a day.
And I think I was done trying for today, I didn’t want this to escalate and then I said something that would undo any progress. Taking a calming breath, I forced a hint of a smile.
“And I need to get back to them, I promised to help down at the docks,” I excused.
Thor’s face dropped slightly to hear I was leaving so soon.
“I can come back tomorrow?” I suggested.
“Of course.”
We shared another embrace before we headed to the living room. Val had waited for me, offering a smile when she saw us. Goodbyes were exchanged before Val and I left.
“How did it go?” She asked.
“As I expected, not great. He’s blaming himself for everything, including things that were always out of his control.”
“Kinda sounds familiar.”
Side eyeing her, I ignored her comment. Thor was different, he hadn’t been through anything like this before and didn’t know how to process and deal with these emotions, unlike myself.
“I said I’d visit him again tomorrow; thought I could clean up the kitchen. Living like that will not help him,” I replied, changing the subject.
“I don’t even want to think how bad his bedroom looks.”
“Or the bathroom.”
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Now stuck in The Void, President Loki is surprised to find Raven has variants of her own. (This Raven is from the canon timeline)
All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!
Warnings:Heavy NSFW, Slight dub con, Smut, Sex, Threesome, Clones, Manipulation, Oral sex, Cock warming, Dirty talk, Degradation, Praise kink, Spit roasing, Face fucking, Blowjobs, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing, Choking
Part 3
Raven
The President variant had been keeping me captive for a month now, it was getting harder to resist his advances now. It felt wrong to be giving into a man who, whilst mirrored my husband physically, was not the man I had grown to love. Although they did share some more unsavoury personality traits. It felt wrong to give into him, but he knew me inside out, he knew exactly what to do and say to get what he wanted from me. And every time I tried to resist him; he found a new way to make me cave in.
Last night he’d edged me for two hours straight just so I would beg for his cock, so I would beg him to let me cum. Slowly but surely, he was trying to mould me into the Raven from his timeline. Into the perfect submissive. He just hadn’t expected me to be so mouthy and that’s what bothered him most, that I would still try to resist him, that I wouldn’t just give in instantly like he was so used to.
He led me down the hall to his ‘office’. Although it was just a large room with mismatched office furniture and tattered curtains, rugs and cushions. I suppose it was the best he could do in The Void. He’d ‘granted the luxury’ of letting me wear clothes through the halls, not wanting his men to see ‘what should be for his eyes only’. When he wasn’t with me, I’d be confined to his bedroom in whatever lingerie he conjured for me to wear.
Opening the door, he gave me a small shove inside before locking the door behind him, meaning he had something planned, as he didn’t want us to be disturbed. Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed at my neck.
“Your always so tense, pet. I would have thought you would have learnt to loosen up by now,” he spoke.
“Or is it you wish I wasn’t being so difficult anymore?” I replied.
“It would be much more enjoyable for both of us if you didn’t try to fight me every time.”
“I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, but you’re not my husband.”
“I’m well aware, pet. And I still don’t understand what’s so good about him compared to me.”
“Are you sure you want me to tell you? I wouldn’t want to bruise your sensitive ego.”
He chuckled, wrapping his hand around my throat, which only proved my point.
“A trait I’m sure I share with your husband,” he taunted, “now tell me. I’m intrigued by this lesser version of myself.”
This was the first time he’d shown any kind of interest or even allowed me to talk about him. Anytime I had mentioned my Loki before, I would be muzzled as a form of punishment.
“He’s unlike anyone I’d ever met before. He never cared about my past and the things I’d done, he didn’t see me as something that immediately needed fixing or broken beyond repair. And yet with him I feel a sense of peace that’s not achievable on my own. He only ever wanted me to be happy and safe, even if he didn’t always go about it in the best way. But I’d never met anyone as a caring, or kind or charming as him, someone who was as good at listening as him. I’d never been as happy as when I was with him,” I explained.
The more I spoke about him, the more I realized just how much I missed him. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t found me yet. The President variant ran his fingers through my hair as if to offer comfort.
He turned me to face him, looking down at me with a look of pity. For a moment I thought I had maybe gotten through to him, that he had a heart after all. And maybe, just maybe, he would consider letting me go.
“He sounds like a complete pansy. I can see why he fell for you, you’re clearly the man in the relationship.”
Scowling at him, I tried to step back out of his grasp, but he only pulled me closer, so my chest was pressed to his.
“I wasn’t finished, pet. Don’t make me reconsider this…gift. Whilst I cannot and will not bring a lesser version here, I can make a clone in his image.”
“Why? Why would you do that? Is it some kind of mind game you want to play?”
“Not quite. No matter what I try, you still insist on trying and failing to resist me. So, I’m hoping by giving you a part of what you want will get you to relax a little more.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, of course he had a hidden agenda. Anything ‘nice’ that came from him was going to be held over my head and used against me later.
Before I could protest further, I felt a familiar set of lips across my neck. Closing my eyes, I once again fought internally with what was right and wrong. The clone placed its hands on my hips but not in a possessive manner like the President variant. This touch was kinder, softer.
“It’s alright, darling. I’m here now. Everything’s going to be okay,” the clone whispered in my ear.
I wanted to believe his words even if I knew they were lies which seemed fitting, considering who they were coming from. Maybe just this once I could go along with it.
The clone continued to kiss at my neck, a slight desperation in them as if he needed me, as if he’d missed me. Desire ran through me, and I needed more. Turning to face him, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my husband. Even if it wasn’t real, I could just pretend for a little while. Loki cupped my cheek before leaning down to kiss me slowly, savouring the feel of my lips against his. My body immediately felt at ease, melting into the kiss, and the small voice of resistance in my head was silenced.
“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” Loki murmured.
Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine again, his fingers threading through my hair. I heard The President step away, although I knew he would still be lurking nearby. No way he was going to just sit back and watch without some kind of involvement. The clone wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue worked against mine, groaning softly against my lips. He kissed me until I was breathless, the heat between my legs now a dull ache.
Loki unzipped my dress, letting the green silk pool at my feet. His hungry gaze swept across my body before he was on me again. Picking me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist before carrying me further into the room.
“I need to taste you again,” he insisted.
He placed me down onto The President’s lap who had been sitting on the chaise lounge. The President locked an arm around my waist in case I tried to wriggle away.
“Don’t forget about me, pet. I expect you to show me how grateful you are for your gift,” he smirked.
Of course, he did, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his words. The clone placed a firm hand on my thigh to get my attention. Meeting his gaze, I noticed the slight disappointment across his features.
“Darling, you know better than to be so defiant. This variant has taken you in, giving you a roof over your head, clothed you and fed you when such things are difficult here. He could have left you out there, alone. Is that what you would have wanted?” Loki asked.
“But-“
“But nothing. Keeping your rescuer happy is in your best interest, otherwise he may throw you out after all. And there are much worse things out there that he wouldn’t be able to protect you from.”
What he was saying made sense. The President Variant had kept me safe from Alioth, and there is the possibility I could have been found by worse variants. I was never hungry or cold here.
“Show your gracious host some gratitude,” Loki continued.
I was still a little hesitant. And both of them could sense this.
Loki grasped my chin, that look of disappointment returning.
“What if I found you? Do you think I would want you if I knew you had taken a lover, no less another version of me?” He asked.
Dread filled me at the thought, my Loki probably wouldn’t want me if he knew. He’d be too hurt, too angry to listen to reason. He’d leave me here, alone. Loki released me and I looked at The President over my shoulder.
“…thank you,” I said hesitantly.
Leaning in closer, I pressed my lips to his. The President smiled into the kiss, his hand wrapping around my throat.
“You can show me how thankful you are by keeping my cock warm,” he smirked.
The clone pulled my panties off before adjusting me so The President could free his hard cock. Pulling me down onto him, we both moaned at the feeling of him filling me. Loki smiled at the sight before spreading my legs and diving between them eagerly. He lapped at my clit, groaning hungrily at my taste. We all knew how skilled Loki’s tongue was, but to be filled with his cock at the same time brought the pleasure to a whole new level.
I was unable to hold back my moans and whimpers as the clone alternated between licking and sucking my clit. The President kept a possessive hand around my throat, whispering words of encouragement in my ear.
“Such a good girl. I can already feel your walls clenching around my cock, pet. And you’re already dripping, I bet he can taste it,” he said.
The clone groaned hungrily again in response.
One of my hands tangled in the clone’s hair to pull him even closer whilst the free one gripped The President’s arm.
“Are you going to cum, pet? Cum, cum around my cock and on his face. I want to feel it,” The President continued.
The pleasure was building faster than I could keep up, and soon enough I was tipped over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard, my head thrown back against The President’s shoulder, my nails digging into his arm as I cried out my release. The clone worked me through every wave, holding my legs still.
“Fuck, you feel so good cumming around me, pet,” The President growled in my ear, “I want you to do it again.”
The clone hadn’t stopped once now, working me into overstimulation. His grip tightened on my legs as I trembled against his tongue. The President held me still by my neck, kissing my cheek.
“Come on, pet, I know you’ve got a few more in you,” he encouraged.
In the short time I’d been here, I knew this was The President’s favourite game to play with me. Seeing how many times he could make me cum before, I was either begging or crying for him.
Just to be cruel, his hips bucked against mine, earning another pathetic whimper from me. Thankfully, the pain soon gave way to pleasure.
“Now, pet, how should the two of us have you? Perhaps your dearest husband could fill your ass whilst I continue to enjoy your cunt. Or would you prefer it the other way around?” The President listed.
I struggled to form an answer, only able to moan and gasp as the pleasure built once more.
“Or maybe you’d prefer him to watch as I make you scream for me,” he continued.
With a few more flicks of the clone’s tongue, I reached my second orgasm, moaning their name over and over like a prayer. The President growled low in my ear as my walls clenched around his cock again. His self-control was impressive, I would have thought…or maybe I wanted him to seek his own pleasure by now. My body jerked as I worked to the point of overstimulation a second time, but both of them continued to hold me still, their grip becoming bruising. Tears pricked at my eyes as I let out yet another pathetic whimper. I didn’t know how much more I could take until I was sobbing. Just a few seconds to rest would have been greatly appreciated.
“One more, pet. You can handle one more, can’t you?” The President asked, a challenge clear in his voice.
Not wanting to disappoint him or the clone, I nodded weakly. The President chuckled, kissing across my jawline.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised.
The overstimulation began to fade until it was replaced with pleasure, my body relaxing against The Presidents. He released my throat, now tracing my lips with his fingers. Acting on pure instinct and need, I took his fingers in my mouth, sucking the two digits.
“Oh, I know exactly how we should have you now, pet. I’ve been dying to claim your throat,” he determined.
I moaned around his fingers before he retracted them with a short laugh. It wasn’t much longer until the clone pushed me over the edge a third time; the orgasm leaving me limp and breathless. But finally, the clone pulled away and allowed me to come down from my high. But not for long. The clone of my husband picked me up and carried me over to the desk. Putting me down, he kissed across my neck and up to my lips.
I accepted the kiss eagerly as he fumbled to open the trousers of his robes. He pressed the thick head of his cock against my wet entrance, coating himself in my juices. Even after I had been filled only minutes ago, I still ached for it. Loki pushed into me, groaning as he sunk every inch of his cock into me. He paused once he was buried to the hilt, leaning down to capture my lips with his once more. The kisses were hungrier, needier as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
“You’ve been such a good girl for us,” the clone whispered against my lips.
My heart swelled at the praise; my mind was desperate to continue to please them. Loki clasped my neck, turning my head to look at The President and holding me there. The President watched us, smirking softly at the display. Yet he remained on the chaise lounge, although his glistening cock showed no signs of losing its hardness. Meeting his gaze, I pleaded with my eyes for him to join us. But it wasn’t good enough. He wanted me to beg for it verbally.
“Please…sir,” I asked.
Thankfully, that was good enough for him as he got to his feet and approached. My head hung off the end of the desk, the clone grasping my hips as he started a fast pace. The President stood before me, his cock inches from my mouth. Grasping himself at the base of his cock, he traced my lips with the head, smearing my juices across them. My tongue darted out, tasting myself. Pulling back a little, his cock was now just out of reach of my open, waiting mouth. I couldn’t help the desperate whine that escaped my throat.
“So desperate to clean my cock. Or are you more desperate to taste yourself off it?” He taunted.
I tried to coax him in, reaching out for him with my tongue, but it was still just out of reach. At this point I didn’t care if I was allowed to cum again, I just wanted him in my mouth. The clone snapped his hips against mine, forcing a moan from me. The President’s smirk had grown wider.
“There’s my cock hungry whore,” he marvelled.
“P-please, sir.”
His smirk turned to a triumphant grin at his victory, and at last he pushed his cock into my mouth. It was easier to take him without gagging as much in this position.
The President only stopped when my lips were at the base of his cock, the head making my throat bulge. He groaned at the tightness, gently stroking across my throat as he enjoyed the sight for a few moments. The President fucked my throat, matching the clone’s pace. All I could do was lie there and be used by both of them, give up control to them. The clone wrapped my legs around his waist, his touch and pace more tender than The Presidents.
I moaned around The President’s cock as the clone reached between my legs to rub my clit.
“If you like being filled with two cocks this much, pet, then perhaps next time I’ll have all your holes filled. And I’ll make sure to claim your ass as it’s the only thing left that doesn’t yet belong to me,” The President spoke.
I could only moan in response, my fourth orgasm building quickly. Within seconds I was cumming, my cries muffled by the cock down my throat. My nails dug into my palms as they found no purchase in the smooth oak beneath me.
The next to cum was the clone, his grip tightened on my hips as he groaned my name and the warmth of his seed filled me. And finally, The President gave one final hard thrust down my throat before cumming with a guttural growl, riding out the shock waves of his orgasm against my face. Swallowing his seed, I was glad to be able to catch my breath as he pulled out. The clone had since vanished, although the evidence he’d been there was currently leaking out of me and onto the desk.
The President smiled down at me, cupping my cheek and stroking my hair with his free hand.
“See, it’s not so bad when you submit to me, is it?” He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.
Unable to form words just yet, I gently shook my head. It wasn’t bad at all.
Taglist:@jana-banana-fana,@fictionalnerdery
Now stuck in The Void, President Loki is surprised to find Raven has variants of her own. (This Raven is from the canon timeline)
All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!
Warnings:Heavy NSFW, Non con themes, Very dubious consent, Smut, Sex, Bondage, President Loki is a sleazy asshole, Chains, Muzzles, Gags, Restraints, Kidnapping, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Sexual torture, Body whorship, Blood, Choking, Hair pulling
Part 2
President Loki
Time seemed to pass differently in the void, not that time mattered anymore. The main thing here was avoiding Alioth in order to stay alive. In the time I’d been here, however, I had appointed myself as leader and gained a band of loyal followers. Who else better than me to rule? I had prior experience, so it made perfect sense. I had tried many times to escape this hell, to find a way to return to my own timeline, but it didn’t seem possible anymore. I was doomed to reside here until I died.
There were other Loki’s here, three that I knew of. There was an unspoken agreement to stay away from each other, not that any of them were a threat. I would eliminate the competition for my throne soon enough, one of them would eventually try to stab me in the back. We were Loki’s; it was in our nature.
It was another uneventful morning, and it was getting more difficult to find ways to entertain myself. There still wasn’t much to rule over, few people to order around. I just had it sit around and wait. Wait for my scouts to report back with more land to conquer or more people to recruit. If they came back. A lot of them had already been killed by Alioth.
The door to my ‘office’ opened and one of my most trusted men entered. He knelt first, out of respect.
“Mr. President, one of the scouts found something that we thought might be of interest to you. A woman’s been found unconscious, purple hair, black clothes.”
Purple hair. I remember Raven had mentioned during her younger, more rebellious stage that she’d dyed her hair purple. Could it be her? Or perhaps another her from another timeline? Would she know who I was? Only one way to find out.
After a assembling a small team of men, we headed out, taking one of the larger vehicles. I had to admit; I was a mixture of nervous and excited. Excited to see her again, but nervous that it wouldn’t be my Raven. Although I’m sure I could work with whoever was waiting for me. Reaching the scouts’ location, I climbed out of the back of the van. And there, sprawled out in the grass, was Raven. But not my Raven.
Her hair was shorter, shoulder length, and dyed purple. Her makeup was darker, her lipstick shade matching her hair. But the most striking thing was her attire. She wore a black hooded top piece with a black feathered corset which accentuated her body in all the right places; the outfit was completed with black leather trousers and boots. Slowly, she came round, her eyes opening. She glanced around before her gaze settled on me, recognition flashing across her features.
“Loki?” She questioned.
So, I did exist in her timeline. And perhaps I could make that work to my advantage. Going to her, I offered her my hand to help her up, which she took. Gently, I cupped her cheek, noticing how she leaned into my touch.
“You’ll make a perfect replacement, pet. I’ve been dying for a blow-“
Raven cut me off as she struck me hard across the face. Obviously, this one was a lot feistier than what I was used to. No matter, I’d tamed her before, I could do it again. Whether that took days or weeks was up to her.
Raven continued to cuss me out, but I wasn’t listening, I was busy thinking of all the ways I was going to break her. Quickly, she realized I wasn’t listening and slapped me again. On her finger I spotted sight of a wedding ring. It didn’t take me long to put the pieces together. Her Loki must be pathetic if he let her get away with speaking like that. Conjuring a clone behind her, she was quickly restrained with Asgardian cuffs that would stop her from using any of her abilities. Raven struggled against the clone, demanding to be let go. Frankly, she’d done enough talking. Conjuring a muzzle to match her restraints, I secured it across her mouth to silence her.
If looks could kill, her glare would end my existence here and now. Even with the muzzle, she still tried to talk, the sounds muffled.
“What was that, pet? I can’t quite hear you around the gag.” I taunted.
Hoisting her over my shoulder, I carried her with ease back to the van despite her struggle. Her petite frame and height of 5’3’ was practically nothing to carry. Once inside, I placed her down and took my seat before pulling her down onto my lap. I adjusted her so she could feel just how hard I was for her. Raven shot me another signature glare as I snaked an arm around her waist to keep her still.
During the journey back, I gently ground my hips against hers for some much-needed friction. Raven refused to meet my gaze, but I bet she was wet just from feeling how hard I was for her. One hand worked its way up her spine, to the nape of her neck, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling back gently.
“Don’t worry, pet. We’ll work on getting to know each other a lot better soon enough,” I sneered.
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Raven had spent the night chained in the basement, hopefully it would make her lose some of that attitude. If not, I’m sure I could find other methods. Opening the door to the basement, I flicked the light switch on before locking the door behind me. I wanted to make sure that we wouldn’t be interrupted. Raven squinted as the lights turned on, her vision slowly adjusting. Her wrists were bound above her head with a gold chain, and I had used my magic to give her a much more appealing outfit. She was practically gift wrapped for me.
The lingerie I had chosen was a green and black basque that had small gold snakes sewn across the green lace with matching crotchless panties and black stockings. My hands were already itching to get a hold of her.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, as do I. I’d be more than happy to answer them for you,” I said, “but let’s start with the basics, you are in a place we called the void thanks to the timekeepers. And you’re lucky I was the one that came across you, otherwise I don’t think you would have lasted very long against Alioth.”
“My main question is, when do I get out of here?” She asked.
“That entirely depends on you, pet. When you surrender yourself to me, only then will I let you out of your bonds.”
Raven was visibly unhappy with my answer, tugging at the restraints in the hopes they would give.
“I will never give myself to you,” Raven spat, “and when my Loki finds me-“
“If he finds you. Which I doubt. Which leads me to my first question. You recognised me; does he look like me?”
“Yes.”
Circling her, I came to a stop behind her, now admiring her from behind. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head back a little.
“In every way?” I smirked.
She tried to shake her head free of my grasp, but I tightened my grip to hold her still, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
“I bet I do. But something tells me that despite our similarities, I’m the superior Loki.”
“Just because you happen to be a president in your timeline? My Loki was a king.”
“Was? So, it didn’t last long then?” I chuckled, releasing her, before coming to face her again, “why settle for a lesser version when you can have me?”
“You said I would make a perfect replacement, does that mean that I exist in your timeline?”
“You do. You weren’t just my secretary; you were my submissive.”
Pursing her lips, Raven seemed to now regret having asked. Raven flinched away from me as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Which means I know your body better than you do,” I continued.
My hand wrapped around her throat in a possessive manner, making sure she held still and couldn’t try to shift away from me anymore. Leaning in, my lips were now inches from hers and it was taking a lot of willpower not to kiss her.
“I know all the right spots that will make you surrender to me. I know all the different ways I can have you dripping for me.”
Raven let out a soft, shaky breath, refusing to meet my gaze, and there was now a hint of tension between us. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew I was starting to break down that hard exterior.
“I already told you, I won’t surrender to you,” Raven spat.
“You will. Willingly too. Because I don’t just know your body better than you. But your mind too. I know that you crave my touch, that my touch is the only one you trust considering your past. So, you can continue to deny yourself, pet, but we both know you’ll cave even if it takes hours.”
The tension reached new heights and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, kissing her hard. Her sound of protest was ignored, making her resort to biting me. Pulling back, I could feel blood seeping from the small wound.
The little bitch even looked proud of herself for causing me injury, which only gave me more incentive to make her regret it. Smirking, I wiped away the blood.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you, pet,” I said.
Removing my suit jacket, I draped it over the back of a chair before rolling my sleeves up. Raven tensed, readying herself for my next move. As much as I wanted to skip the foreplay and sink my cock into her, I knew I had to be patient in order to get what I wanted in the long run.
Standing behind her again, I pressed my body against hers as I gently kissed across her neck. Whilst she tensed further, there was no mistaking the sharp intake of breath as my lips made contact with her flesh. Smirking against her, I ghosted my fingertips down her side before resting my hand on her hip.
“For someone so determined to resist me, you aren’t saying no to me anymore,” I taunted.
“You’ve already made it clear you wouldn’t listen, anyway.”
“True. I’m sure I’ll have you begging for me soon enough.”
I nipped at her neck, sucking a purple mark into her pale skin to claim her as mine. Raven made a barely audible sound before biting down on her lip. My hand slid lower, unclasping her stockings.
“As good as you look in this, pet, I’m eager to see what’s beneath it again,” I said whilst unhooking the back of her lingerie.
I placed a kiss on the top of her spine before coming back round to face her. Untying the straps on the basque, I then pulled it from her.
My cock gave an eager throb at the sight of her body, something that would soon be mine. Once she gave in, she would be easy enough to train. I kissed a trail from her collar to her breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue until they formed hardened peaks. A faint whine escaped Raven’s lips, her cheeks flushed with arousal and shame.
“Why fight your desires? We both know you want this, give in and your obedience shall be rewarded,” I bargained.
She remained silent, scowling at me in an attempt to hide her true emotions. But the cracks had already formed, it would be a matter of time before she crumbled.
My patience had worn thin, it had been forever since I had felt proper human contact, since I had felt the softness and warmth of her skin. And my right hand really was nothing compared to her. Reaching between her legs, I was pleasantly surprised to find her wet.
“I told you I know your body better than you do, pet. You’re already so wet and I’ve hardly done a thing,” I grinned.
She averted her gaze, refusing to look at me in a final act of defiance. Using my magic, I corrected her mistake and forced her to look at me.
“Ah ah ah, I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you cum, pet.”
Now that she was unable to look away or close her eyes, I rubbed her clit in gentle circles, wanting to tease her first. Raven’s lips pressed into a thin line, determined to stay quiet if nothing else. My cock ached and my mouth watered for her, my self-control slipping again as I kissed at her neck hungrily.
“I can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” I growled, “to hear you scream my name.”
Raven gasped as I sucked another mark into her neck, claiming her further. Increasing the pressure on her clit, I also sped up the pace, determined to make her cum.
Her cheeks turned from pink to red as she struggled to keep her breathing even. But despite her efforts, a soft moan soon tore free.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised.
With just a hint of praise, Raven seemed to relax a little, but I knew there was still a way to go.
“Don’t hold back, pet. It’s only us here, nobody else will hear you,” I encouraged her.
I coaxed another soft moan from her, her body relaxing further into my touch. Her thighs trembled as I edged her closer to her first orgasm.
My other hand wrapped around her slender throat, applying slight pressure.
“Cum for me,” I purred.
Unable to hold back her orgasm any longer, Raven let out a soft whimper before freeing her bottom lip and cursing aloud. My cock twitched again at the sight of her, at her moans as I worked her through every wave. Releasing her neck, I stroked across her cheek.
“Such a good girl for me.”
Using my magic to further my advantage, I kissed her again, as she was unable to fight back.
I took my time, still working her clit. Raven gasped against my lips at the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You have no idea how long I’ve needed this, needed you,” I murmured.
Finally, I released her clit, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste her. Just a hint of her taste had my mouth watering for more. Raven had no choice to watch as I cleaned my fingers of her juices and there was no mistaking the arousal in her eyes. She wanted more, but was still too stubborn to ask for it. Not that it mattered, I already planned to give her so much more.
“You want to cum again. Don’t you, pet?” I asked.
I released my hold over her, Raven now free to blink and move her head again. She didn’t deny my question, but she also didn’t answer. She likely felt shame for cumming for another man that wasn’t her husband, yet looked like him in every single way. I kissed a trail from her neck to her ear.
“I know you want it, want me. I know you’re too stubborn to ask and that’s fine, pet. Because I plan on making you cum until you can’t take it anymore. And once you’re nothing but a crying, whimpering mess for me, only then will I fuck you and truly make you mine.”
I expected a fiery response from her, but she stayed silent, refusing to meet my gaze. At least I had worked through her defiant, stubborn streak. This was progress, and that’s what mattered. And I’m sure I could get her to loosen her tongue again soon enough. Perhaps she’d even beg for my cock by the time I was finished eating her cunt. Lowering myself to my knees, I kissed across her thighs, working my way inwards. Surprisingly, she didn’t struggle even as I hoisted her legs over my shoulders, so the backs of her thighs rested on them.
My tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her wetness hungrily. Gripping her hips to keep her still, my tongue worked its way up to her clit. Raven’s breaths were ragged as I caressed the small bundle of nerves. I couldn’t help but groan at her taste, I’d missed being between her legs. My cock was painful hard and leaking, I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. I worked her clit harder, determined to make her cum quicker. Raven whined, still desperately trying to hold back her sounds of pleasure.
But it was no use as I forced her second orgasm from her, her moans and cries filling the room. I didn’t stop or slow down for a second, keeping to my earlier promise. She bucked against me as overstimulation set in, whimpering, but not once did she tell me to stop. Slowly but surely, I was winning her over. Her overstimulation quickly turned to pleasure again before she was cumming a third time.
I forced orgasm after orgasm from her, lapping up every drop of her juices. Raven was unable to stifle her sounds anymore, moaning for me without a hint of resistance. It wasn’t until her seventh orgasm that she was shaking for me, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I could have her in the way I craved.
“L-Loki,” she whimpered, “please.”
Grinning, I continued, determined to force one more from her. Quickly Raven tumbled over the edge, crying out my name.
Finally, I ceased the torturous pleasure, getting to my feet to admire her quivering form. Tears rolled down her cheeks, yet her eyes begged for more. Her legs struggled to keep her up, the chains around her wrists being the only thing keeping her upright. Fisting her hair, I forced my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. She accepted the kiss, moaning softly into it. Gently, I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. Even after turning her into a mess, I knew she was still desperate to have me inside of her.
“You’ve done so well, pet. But I think you’ve got one more left in you. After all, we haven’t gotten to the best part yet,” I spoke.
“I-“
“You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you, pet?”
The last of Raven’s defiance had been snuffed out, her walls completely broken down.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Please what?” I smirked, wanting to hear her say it.
“Please…fuck me.”
“Such a cock hungry slut even after you swore you wouldn’t surrender to me. Does it still ache between your legs even after I’ve made you cum eight times? Do you need me to fill you in the way only I can?”
There was a moment’s hesitation from her before she swallowed her pride and nodded. Smirking, I used my magic to free her from her chains. I caught her before she could collapse to the floor, letting her rest her weight on me.
Picking her up with ease, I carried her over to the chair I had draped my jacket over earlier. Sitting down, I positioned her so she was straddling my lap before using my magic to recuff her wrists behind her back. Working open my belt and trousers, I freed my aching cock before pushing into her with ease from how wet she was. Both of us moaned loud at the much-needed contact, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough that she would likely have marks later.
“This perfect cunt is mine,” I growled.
My hips bucked against hers as I lifted her up and down on to my cock. Raven let me use her, moaning as I fucked her harder. She had no idea how good she looked like this, her back arched slightly as her breasts bounced from the quick pace, her eyes shut in pure pleasure as I forced more moans and gasps from her. The sight was one to savour.
“You always did look your best when you’re filled with my cock,” I grunted.
Leaning forward, I left more purple marks across her flesh as my own pleasure continued to build.
It wasn’t long before Raven’s ninth orgasm began to build, her walls starting to tighten as her moans became louder and frequent. And quickly she was dragging me under with her, but I needed her to cum again first.
“Cum for me,” I ordered.
Within seconds, Raven’s body tensed as she cried out my name and her walls clenched around my cock. The sound of my name coming from her lips was what tipped me over the edge. With one final hard thrust and a loud guttural groan, I filled her with my seed and truly claimed her as mine.
Raven went limp against me, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing at her neck and shoulder lazily. Eventually, I found the strength to lift her off me, our combined fluids now staining the front of my trousers. It would likely be a little while before Raven could move again. Perhaps if her defiant side didn’t make another reappearance, I would allow her to stay in my own room. But if it did appear, I’m sure I could find other ways to earn her submission.
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