Warnings:angst, mentions of depression, discussion about depression, allusions to previous self harm (not graphic), allusions to non consensual occurrences by secondary character, fluff, a bit of steamy things between reader and loki, angst between thor and oc, a new good character, steamy stuff between thor and oc, Minors DNI
Word Count: 8011 (i have no words cause all of them went in this chapter)
“Thor Odinson. You absolute information withholding shit head!”
Thor feels Nia’s wrath across their bond before he hears her. Her heels echo and the scent of her hairspray lingering amongst the silage of her natural sweet scent gives him knowledge today was a mock trial she participated in; Thor feels scared.
“Oh you should be afraid!” Nia narrows her eyes, throwing her bag onto the couch, Thor stands holding the box of nuggets.
“Exactly what is it you are mad about, babydoll? I—,”
“Don’t you dare use nicknames.” She pushes her index against his chest, jabbing it for effect.
Nia finds her gaze move to the box of nuggets, her anger dulling only minutely, she grabs the box, eating one, her glare still affixed upon him.
Thor thickly swallows, following her actions.
“Nia—,” Thor shuts up at her intensifying glare. She shoves the box back into his hands.
Thor looks down at the empty box; how did she eat them this quickly? Always?
“You did not bother telling me, me, your girlfriend, magically chosen forever soulmate that my best friend and your brother are soulmates? I have to find out from her!” Nia raises both hands upward, hair moving with her.
“I thought it would be best if you didn’t know—,” He tries defending.
“Best?” Nia shakes her head.
“You would only try to make it happen, you know Loki’s stance on—,” He runs a hand through his hair.
“That buffoon,” Nia pinches the bridge of her nose, then looks at her soulmate.
Thor wants to laugh, the corner of his lip twitches.
“Don’t you dare laugh, you’re equally a buffoon.” Nia can’t help but ignore the mirth flowing from Thor towards her own heart.
Sometimes she hated the bond.
“Babydoll, you know his stance, I know you want what is best for Y/N but Loki needed to realise and act upon his feelings on his own accord.”
“So he confessed now at the ending of the creatives course?” Nia confirms.
“He did tell me, landing her into trouble is not what he wanted. Faculty student relationships are frowned upon.” Thor’s blue and brown irises soften, Nia sighs, cupping his cheek.
“He better not hurt her.” Nia warns, “I will stake him.”
Thor snorts, “I’d enjoy seeing that.” The mental image of Nia running behind Loki with a dagger too hilarious.
“He won’t tell her about our truth for a few months.” Thor lets her in on the plan.
“Ugh, it is frustrating keeping this a secret. I’m literally living my teenage fantasy.” Nia giggles, kissing Thor’s cheek.
“Wait,” Thor pauses, doing a double take over the conversation.
Nia grins sheepish as her slight coercion comes into light.
“You extorted information.” Thor now narrows his eyes at her.
“I wanted to know if he is serious, I don’t want my best friend hurt because suddenly Loki found his actual soulmate.” Nia shrugs.
He sets the box down, picking her up with ease, her legs wrap around him.
“And what fantasy is that?” Thor raises an eyebrow, Nia bites her lip.
“Oh just, having a vampire boyfriend who keeps me up at night.” She brushes her lips against his, the temperature difference urges something primal within her.
Their wanton gazes meet, the bond hums electrified, beckoning them closer.
Nia moans as Thor’s hands grab her ass, moving up her back and his lips meet hers with need.
They don’t make it past the hallway.
They also manage to also break the coffee table.
Loki and Y/N enter the house to find small splinters of oakwood everywhere accompanying loud moans from the second floor.
“We can just go to the coffee shop or….” Y/N suggests horrified.
“Yes, I um—,” Loki pauses as another loud bang resounds, his palm rests at the small of her back, guiding her back to his car.
Present.
“Thor Odinson.” Nia’s voice is calm. Their bond however, is screaming at him.
“Nia, I was going to—,” He tries speaking only to be cut off,
“When in these past eleven months, were you going to choose to share vital information?” Nia crosses her arms.
“Nia there was a lot going on…” Thor sighs, reaching out to grab her hand.
Nia moves away from him.
He feels his heart ache.
“No, I cannot believe you. We are supposed to be a fucking team. Telling each other everything. Sticking together.” Nia’s voice grows louder with each sentence.
“Nia, please let me explain, I cannot tell you, it has to be the choice of the witch.” Thor steps closer towards her.
She moves backward.
“Nia.” Thor finds himself wanting to beg her not to move away. It ached and hurt keeping things from her but he had to, withholding for protecting was counterproductive but what he needed to hold back he did.
“And what about this?” Nia holds up the polaroid of the wall with the message in blood.
“Where did you find this?” Thor grabs it away from her.
“When were you going to bother telling me?” Nia presses on,
“Nia, this is not the time nor place.” Thor clenches his jaw.
He can pick up the argument ensuing between Y/N and Loki.
“She’s awake.” Thor adds.
“Are you avoiding answering me?” Nia raises an eyebrow.
“I thought you would be worried about your best friend.” He runs a hand through his hair yet again. A frustrated sigh escaping him.
“You promised you would tell me. What else are you withholding? Did you know why Loki left? Is that why guilt surges through our bond when we have to pick Y/N up from those dumps?” Nia’s eye brim with tears.
Thor contemplates, eyes widening when he hears Y/N knows about the memory obscuring done all those months ago.
“Answer me.” Nia draws him back to present.
“Nia,” Thor closes his eyes.
“You let him go? Knowing the consequences?”
“It, I didn’t understand how it got this way, they did not even form the bond fully…” Thor opens his eyes, Nia shakes her head.
“You could have stopped him.”
“Nia, he had to leave, Alexander, is a bigger threat to—,”
“She could have died Thor. Does he realise he could have lost her? Do you realise you could have lost your friend? I could have lost my best fiend?” Nia’s voice breaks, sobbing fully.
The bond overcome with sadness and pain.
Thor wraps his arms around her.
Nia tries pushing him away, he only wraps his arms tighter. His eyes prick with venom.
“Why?” Nia questions after a few minutes of being in his embrace.
“Our father,” Thor feels sick at the word, “Eliminates covens, and the coven she belongs to have been kind to vampires apart from the ones of Alexander’s vampire lineage.”
“He would have killed her?” Nia looks up at Thor, he nods somber, wiping her fresh tears.
“Was there any other way?” Nia wonders.
“He could have turned her.” Thor whispers.
“Why didn’t he? Oh come on, he doesn’t want to be with her?” Nia scoffs.
“Nia, he, look the bond being messed with would prevent—,” Thor stops eye widening in realisation.
“What?” Nia grabs his forearm.
“We need to head home, I need to speak with everyone, Zemo included.” Thor retrieves his phone shooting a text to everyone to meet up.
“What,” Nia begins and Thor looks at her intensely.
“I believe I know what has been occurring because of her drug use.” He completes.
“You think it was blocking her witch instincts as well as the bond?” Nia mirrors his theory.
“Yes, but knowing Loki was gone this information only a few of us knew. Even her witch status.”
Thor and Nia’s gazes meet as they try and process who could be the leak.
Fifteen Months Ago.
“Ah, I trust all is well with your mate, Loki?” Zemo smiles warmly despite the current predicament he finds himself in with the brothers.
Thor rolls his eyes, crossing his arms leaning against the opposite wall.
Don’t hit him, don’t hit him, don’t hit him. He chants.
Loki looks between the two, he sits in the chair placed in front of Zemo, the dagger still in place.
“How are your ankles and wrists?” Loki looks over, the injuries are healing albeit slower.
“I’ve been in better health.” Zemo licks his dry lips, humming as the gesture irks Loki.
“Why must you imagine, I’m preying upon your unclaimed mate?” He teases the green eyed vampire.
“As I remember you were trying to do the said action.” Loki feels his vampire side ebb to the forefront.
How dare he try to touch her?
“Unclaimed are free reign as I remember.” The bound man raises a defiant eyebrow.
“There are levels to it are they not?” Loki reminds the rule.
“You and I know when a witch is an unclaimed mate rules are foregone.” Zemo reiterates.
“Not when the witch is a coven member’s mate.” Loki glares, red rims surrounding his irises.
Zemo laughs, the red dies down.
Thor gazes at Loki.
He knows something more.
Should I enter his mind?
His powers are weakened, go forth.
They brothers look at their guest once more.
“Go on, read my mind.” Zemo taunts.
Loki rises, towering over Zemo. Locking his eyes with him, Loki begins to navigate through the crevices of Zemo’s mind.
“Ah, look at that.” Zemo tuts, “Such a profound moment in the bonding and you made her forget.”
“Shut up.” Loki mutters, continuing onward, flashes of his humanity.
Loki feels his shoulder being tapped, he turns a woman stands there,
“Are you here to find us?” She questions.
“Who are you?” He questions.
The woman opens her mouth to answer, but pauses then hurriedly scurries away when she looks past Loki.
“I suggest your not uncover that path.” Zemo walks up to him.
“Your mind is much more organised from what I previously recall.” Loki muses.
A small table with tea and pastries manifests in the centre of the room.
Zemo walks gesturing for Loki to follow.
They sit, Zemo pours the tea, “Milk, sugar?”
“One cube.” Loki watches intently.
“What will I put in? A mental attack of herbs?” He smirks, shaking his head, “You wound me.”
Loki waits for Zemo to sip his tea before he does the same.
“Do you know the extent of my ability, Loki?” Zemo sets his cup down, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin.
“You capture the essence of people. You know intimately their fears, strengths, what do not speak.” Loki takes a breath, jaw set.
“Correct, much as your ability to enter the mind, I am more akin to the soul. You could say we make a dynamic duo.” The Baron sets the napkin down.
“We did, once upon a time.” Loki agrees.
“Then you will know, I know your fears and wants intimately.” Zemo muses.
“And you will know I know your mind likewise.”
Zemo smiles wickedly, Loki mirrors the feature.
“Then you will be finding about what I plan for Alexander.”
“Luna shall know.” Loki warns.
“Luna is aware of what I plan. I only wish to know if your brother shall join in upon the fun.” Zemo’s eyes hold an angered intensity.
“He shall not be opposed.” Loki finds himself grinning.
“We first need to discuss your witch-mate Loki. If the young vampire returns to Alexander, then you know it is all over.” Zemo warns.
Loki retreats from his mind.
Thor is eating a burrito when Zemo and Loki return to the physical space.
“What I got hungry.” Thor shrugs, “So when are we letting him go?”
“Ah, ever the just.” Zemo chuckles as the dagger is removed and he’s handed a bottle of rose salve.
“I know when deals are in my favour.” Thor affirms.
“Either claim her, or you must leave her out for Alexander to deem worthy or not,” Zemo slowly stands, moving his injured joints.
“Zemo.” Thor warns.
“It is true, he needs to decide. If not her fate rests as Luna’s was or the way Mir suffered, the consequences of Alexander’s actions induce only harm.” He completes.
“Mir claimed her mate.”
“She did not turn her soon enough.”
Loki thinks over, would it be so hard to accept Y/N as his mate? Apart from a few shared interests he doesn’t understand what would place her for him.
“Loki, mates aren’t forged just for the interests.”
“Get out of my soul.” Loki grumbles.
“She’s your mate because you were forged for her too.” He pats his back.
Thor wonders if this conversation would be of any help.
“I must catch hold of the rogue.” Zemo announces walking to the staircase.
“If I find a semblance, an iota of betrayal,” Thor’s voice is deep, laced with warning.
“You will feed me to the wolves.” Zemo completes.
“After taking my share.” Thor gives a menacing grin.
The shorter man looks at Loki, who shrugs, “Fair warning.”
Zemo nods then blurs out of view.
Loki feels pain across the bond.
Thor notices the wince, “Nia says Y/N is in a lot of pain.”
“I think we should check up on her.” Loki asserts.
“Brother, I think you need to go alone to see her.” Thor prompts.
The raven haired vampire contemplates, he knows no matter what the outcome he does not want her hurt, bonded or not.
Nor does he want Alexander to grasp at her.
He cannot have her be damned to eternity by a selfish man.
He cannot let her go, either; today having Y/N in his arms, the way she fit with him.
Could the bond take her will into account?
Could they fall in love despite the bond?
“Have you decided, brother?” Thor places a hand upon his shoulder.
Loki nods, looking up at Thor, he smiles at his younger brother.
— — —- —-
Y/N stifles the hiss that wants to makes its presence known, she finds it weird how she can feel those stars dancing across he chest as if something good is nearing her.
“Hey.” Nia knocks on the doorframe.
“Hey.” Y/N replies, sitting up slightly.
“You have a visitor.” Nia tries hiding her smile.
Y/N furrows her brows, “Who?”
“It is Professor Loki.” Nia giggles when her best friend blushes.
“What? Did you invite him in? Is he sitting?” Y/N sits up then winces when the pressure comes on her wrist.
“Nope.”
“Why is he outside?” Y/N stresses.
“Look at you blushing!” Nia teases.
“Nia.” Y/N exasperates.
“He wanted to know if you’re awake, he had to leave the hospital earlier so he was still worried about you. Said he would only come in if you were comfortable.”
“Oh, thats, that is sweet of him, yeah, let him in. He can come inside.” Y/N looks over her room, nothing too messy, just the little kibble midnight dropped outside her bowl.
Y/N hears muffled conversation occurring on the staircase.
“How is she doing?” Loki enquires as Nia leads him to the room.
“Quite a bit of pain, honestly the first two hours back home were fine. Now it is starting but the pain medication is still two hours away.” She explains, then curiously ponders, “Was everything alright at home? Thor said he’d come by but hasn’t.”
“He’s wrapping up a few loose ends should be here soon.” Loki gives her a smile.
Nia knocks on Y/N’s door, giving her a teasing look before Loki enters into view, and the stars cascade over her chest as though celebrating Loki’s presence and distracting her from the pain.
Loki smiles at Y/N, his earlier hesitation diminishing into a dull bygone when he feels the joy across the bond.
“Well I have a mock case to prepare let me know if anything is required.” Nia looks between the two before leaving for her own room.
“Gave me quite the fright, Y/N.” Loki takes in her room, a few pictures lining the walls, pet food bowls in the corner.
Her jewellery hangs in a display case on the dresser.
“I honestly don’t remember much of what happened, it is this mushed up blur.” Y/N shakes her head as if to clear the block.
“You did hurt your head as well. The preliminary report said that…” Loki pretends to recall as she nods. He feels relieved the memory is obscured.
“Oh shit um, sorry, uh you can um sit on the chair you will just have to move the book, I can’t—,”
“You hold onto these,” Loki holds out a bouquet of flowers, daffodils.
“Th-Thank you, Professor Lo—,”
“Please, just Loki.” He corrects.
“Thank you, Loki.” Y/N smiles bringing the flowers closer to softly trace the petals.
Loki picks up the book kept on her chair,
“Van Gogh?” He enquires sitting down still holding the book.
Y/N nods, resting the flowers upon her lap, “I’ve found his paintings to be very intriguing.”
“Most people find his story intriguing.” Loki comments, tracing the spine of the book.
“It is but they tend to think that, he painted during his depression episodes, while it is said he actually painted during his recovery phase.” Y/N looks up at Loki, his gaze softens.
“They say he had tried consuming yellow paint and other chemicals for finding happiness.” Loki adds.
“Another reason why him painting during those periods would not have been viable. I can understand his need for wanting something to make him feel happier.” Y/N shrugs.
“Have you experienced depression?” Loki wonders, his heart saddens at the thought that she would have to suffer.
“I never received a formal diagnosis, but after my parents were having several issues, I realised I was in a downward spiral, I took towards my own, ‘yellow paint’ of sorts to feel something, anything.”
Loki watches her tug the sleeve of her jumper.
The bond holds a reminiscence of the hurt and numbness as Y/N remembers the past few years.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, please know you have me to listen, if at anytime you need me to do so, for you.” Loki gently places a hand upon hers which rests upon the bouquet.
They sit quietly, Loki observes her biting her lip. While deep in thought.
“Do you know daffodils signify new beginnings?” He questions, coaxing her out from the ravine of thoughts that never did her any good.
Y/N smiles down at the flowers again.
Then at their hands.
“What new beginning have you brought them for?” She looks up at him, Loki wonders how could her eyes hold so much hope?
A beginning that could end in tragedy.
“I’m holding out hope, for a beginning with someone actually.” He says instead, giving her a soft smile that she had only seen grace his features when they had chance run ins at different places.
“I hope it works out.” Y/N says, giving him a warm smile of her own. Her hand turns and their fingers intertwine, some how it feels as though deja vu holding his hand.
“I have an inkling it will.” Loki strokes the back of her hand with his thumb.
——- —— ——
It had been a week, Loki visited Y/N nightly bringing in her coursework on the days he held class. He’d take centre stage in her room, Midnight would watch from her spot on the top shelf when he recited poems and dictated annotations.
Often giving Y/N a wink, a smile as her cheeks would tinge pink and he’d hear her heart rate increase.
On the days when coursework was not involved they would talk, Loki seemed to always ask the questions. Deflecting giving answers for certain questions which she would ask, especially about his family.
Y/N stopped asking too personal questions she’d never stray from lighter surface topics of conversation. The wall Loki had left up between them did set her off to feel an uneasiness that maybe these moments were just that, moments.
Not a memento for keepsake of a blooming relationship.
That this was not a start of something that Y/N found to be tugging upon her chest each time her eyes met with his green ones.
Or that somehow she would know when he was at the door or that she would send him a text just as his thoughts were upon her.
Loki knew the consequences of either choice. He wanted to stop himself, pull away before things got too complicated.
Y/N was showing him facets of herself akin to a gemstone.
All he gave her in return were two dimensional responses.
Maybe she would choose to leave.
“Are your parents planning to visit?” Loki asked once as they finished watching Insidious. Nia and Thor had excused themselves to her room earlier.
“No, um since the divorce they sort of well…” Y/N gestures with her hand trying to indicate fading away.
“Do they know you’re hurt?” His eyes fall to her leg resting on the coffee table with a pillow, the two of them sat on the couch with the popcorn bowl next to each other.
The doctor (and Doctor Strange at the request of Loki) both had cleared her for limited weight bearing movements and Nia wanted to celebrate with a movie night.
Y/N nods, Loki’s hand twitches wanting to rest upon hers.
“I’m sorry.” He says, making a fist of his hand.
“Not a big deal, they said they will come in for graduation.” Y/N looks back at the credits rolling,
“Oh um, I’m cleared for coming back to class as long as I wear the pneumatic boot to offset the weight.”
“That is good news. Will I see you in class tomorrow?” Loki studies her form, her eyes stay absentmindedly upon the names gliding across the screen.
“Yes.”
Loki frowns, the stars floating across his chest die down.
“Are you upset, love?” His hand reaches for hers and she looks at the limbs, how his skin looks against hers and how incredibly right it feels having him next to her.
“No, just, tired.” Y/N bites her lip, she could cry later at night, the past ten days filled with his visits could be a memory she allowed herself to cherish.
Loki realises she is lying, what could be this upsetting?
“Are you sure?” The worry in his voice makes her look at him.
She nods, “I um, I did the assignment.”
“You finished it in a day?” Loki quirks an eyebrow but has a proud smile soon taking over his face.
“Well I didn’t have anything better to do so um,” Y/N shrugs.
“Six thousand words of a short story isn’t a small feat, that too in two days.” He commends, “When can I read it?”
Y/N’s eye widen, “Oh um on submission day.”
“You’re done with it, yes?” He gazes at her.
A nervousness takes over the bond.
“Yes…”
“Then I can read it.”
“My laptop is out of charge.”
“Did you use names you do not want me to see?”
Loki smirks when his suspicions are confirmed with her silence.
“Did you use my name?”
“No…” Y/N groans internally knowing her voice gives it away.
“Now you must show me.” He presses, voice light.
“You can read it when I submit it.” She presses.
Loki pouts, Y/N looks at him in disbelief.
“I’ve used Thor and Nia.” She backtracks.
“Oh.” His shoulders slump in the slightest.
“It gets sort of intense so I well, I don’t want you to read the characters as them.” She concludes.
For moment it is silent, Loki leans into the bond to know what her feelings are, he isn’t surprised to know that she is keeping up a charade.
“Could I use your laptop to check my email?” Loki looks at her.
Y/N nods, “It’s upstairs.”
“I’ll be right back.” He paces through the hall and is near the middle of the staircase,
“I thought it had no charge?” Loki smirks and bounds upwards when realisation dawns across Y/N’s face.
“Loki!” She bellows, getting up to follow him half limping, “Don’t you dare!”
“Your date of birth is the password, I’d hoped for better security.” Loki calls out mirth lacing his voice.
“Loki please.” Y/N tries again, before entering the room, he can’t read the story.
“‘His green eyes captivated her own, every time they met. As though invisible strings pushing them towards each other.’ ” Loki reads out, admiring the warm pink tinge taking over his Y/N’s cheeks.
“Loki—,”
“‘Opposite sides of the coffee shop, a black coffee for him a hazelnut latte for her. Sometimes her eyes would trace his frame, she would make up stories about him as he would read through the papers in his hands, the red ink pen moving rhythmically to his thoughts as he reads the words unknown to her. She smiles to herself as she observes his eyes aglow, he scribbles something across the page, something positive. The negative scribbling was harsher and his green eyes harboured a look of disdain accompanied by the furrow of his brow.’ ” Loki pauses, she noticed this about him?
“Just it is not done—,” Y/N reaches for the laptop, Loki shifts it away, she loses her balance.
Loki’s arm wraps around her waist, he knows the movement should knock a human down so he strategises.
They fall with a small thud onto her bed, her laptop safe as well.
Y/N looks at him, they lay sideways. Her eyes flicker to his lips, he licks them, her scent begins a crescendo into his senses.
He’d held off feeding for tomorrow, her heartbeats loudly, demanding his attention.
Y/N finds Loki tightening his grip upon her ever so slightly and pulling her closer.
She leans in, her eyes meeting his, asking is this okay?
Loki swallows, she’d seen him beyond moments spent together, beyond the times he kept his wall up.
The memory of their almost first kiss enters his mind.
Loki leans in as well, when their lips brush a shiver run up Y/N’s spine, Loki’s palm follows the direction the shiver. Warmth blooms over her skin at the movement.
Their lips meet, eyes closed, the stars shine bright around them.
Y/N cups Loki’s cheek as he deepens the kiss. The warmth from her palm etching itself upon his skin.
The taste of honey, mint intermingle with a sweetness so pure.
Y/N shivers again when his tongue sweeps along her bottom lip. Her lips part, a soft sound making past as his body moulds against hers.
The sound reverberates through Loki, he nips at her bottom lip, drawing out the sound again, a low growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightens upon her.
Mine, mine, mine. The bond chants for him.
Y/N’s fingers tangle in his hair, the stars seem so pleased at the closeness. She’s wanted to be able to do this since so long. She whimpers audibly as his lips kiss along her jaw, trace over her neck, his nose brushes over her skin.
Why does he feel slightly colder than her but the heat that is searing by his actions has her wanton.
“Loki.” A breathless whisper, prayer even.
He hums against the sweet-spot found upon her neck, her grip on him tightens in response.
“You’ve bewitched me.” He admits, meeting her gaze, “I wish, I did not have to leave.”
The mirage breaks, of course, Y/N thinks.
How could this be any more than a fickle fantasy?
“Stay?” She pleads.
Loki closes his eyes, “Y/N.”
“Loki.” The plea with his name etches itself onto his un-beating heart.
Before he opens his eyes her lips meet with his again.
She would take any memento he would leave in her name.
Fourteen Months Ago.
The class next day of their kiss was cancelled. So was the next one. Culminating to a week of radio silence from Loki.
‘Hey, I hope you’re okay.’
‘Loki could we meet?’
‘Loki, please respond as soon as you have a moment.’
‘Thor says you’ve gone on a personal leave… Is everything alright?’
‘Is this because of what happened?’
Y/N stares at the phone, locking it with a huff. None of her messages answered. Did she cause a boundary issue?
Resting her head on her palms. It was stupid, stupid to have thought that anything could happen between her professor and her.
Nia spots her glum best friend in the corner booth.
“Heard you got the day off again.” Nia slides in, Y/N raises her head slightly then just rests it back down in defeat.
“Come on there will be other professors to admire, that Doctor Strange guy from the hospital seemed handsome.”
“He’s the director of the Physiotherapy Department aka my masters course director.”
“Well you do like authoritative figures.” Nia teases.
“Nia.” Y/N groans.
“Look, you kissed he chickened out no big deal. If he cannot respect you he shouldn’t attempt to be with you.” Nia shrugs nonchalantly, if they weren’t soulmates the heartbreak is more tolerable for Y/N.
“Its just so, frustrating? One minute he gets all close and caring and affectionate and then he just closes off. Never speaks of his family, I understand its difficult but, and then the whole coming home to teach? Then the kiss?” Y/N takes a sip of the abandoned coffee grimacing at the taste.
Nia’s phone chimes,
‘Hey, Loki is back therefore I will not be able to join you for dinner. I’m so sorry, I’ll visit later tonight.’ Thor’s text reads.
‘I will be asleep.’ She types back.
‘I know how to wake you up. ;)’
She blushes looking back up at Y/N, who is still in despair.
“Okay how about a girls night? Bowling and then arcade games?” Nia offers.
“That does sound good.”
“Settled then. Tonight at six.” Nia declares grinning and shooting a text to Thor about their plans.
Nia knew they were plotting against Alexander Pierce. If it were upto her she would just stake the man, vampire, monster. The stories Thor told her about what he went through played on her mind for days after.
Their conversion was horrific the abuse that a vampire named Brock Rumlow inflicted upon them had Nia wishing death upon the vampire.
Thor’s voice echoes in her mind, “There are all kinds of deviants that are created when the conversion happens, Rumlow is the worst kind, he has no extra powers but his actions and abuse…”
Despite his strength Thor had shivered at the memory, Brock’s hands everywhere, unyielding, bruises that would be healed by the conversion but his unsolicited non-consented touch. It had been torture to have those carry forwarded into immortality.
Nia sighs, lips pursed.
She feels bad for Y/N but if Loki is just messing around before finding his soulmate, she does not want her best friend to be a pass time for a vampire.
— — — —
The day is off for Y/N, she’s losing at bowling against Nia, she never loses.
Nia is winning despite throwing five gutter balls.
“You’re really off of your game today.” A voice comments from behind them as the two women wait for the pins to reset.
Y/N turns at the familiarity, “Bucky!”
“Y/N!” James Barnes greets happily, “How is the leg of the poetess?” He walks closer smiling widely.
“Eh, getting better, this boot is annoying though.” Y/N and James look down at the said item.
“Is it as bad as the boot makes it look?” His eyebrows furrow with worry.
Nia looks between them a grin spreading on her face.
“Oh no, the boot’s the worse aspect of it.” She brushes it off, Nia’s shift catches her eye.
“Oh um, Nia this is Bucky—James, and Bucky this is my best friend Nia.” Y/N introduces, James puts his hand forward Nia takes it.
“Why the two names?” Nia looks up at him and James feels he is being analysed.
“I prefer my friends calling me Bucky.” He answers, “You’re the to be kick ass lawyer?” He places a knowing guess.
“Yes. I am.” Nia grins at him.
“Y/N here, sings praises of you.” James chuckles, as they let their hands fall back to the side.
“Oh I’m hardly that great. Yet.” She brushes off.
“I heard you made the mock judge and jury cry. That is hardly not great.” James looks at Y/N.
“Haven’t seen you in two weeks, poetess.”
“Yeah I was,” she points to her boot.
“Still offended you didn’t let me come over.” He pouts.
“Bucky—,” She exasperates.
He raises his hands in defence, “I know, I know.”
Nia raises an eyebrow.
“He does extra classes and teaches at night school.” Y/N explains, smiling with adoration at Bucky.
“Just try to help out and stay on top of things.” He shrugs, a pink tinge on his cheeks.
“That is really amazing.” An idea pops up into Nia’s head, “James are you here alone?”
“Oh un yeah, my friends kind of gave me the last minute boot I was leaving then I spotted Y/N sitting, thought I’d say hi.” He explains.
“Would you like to join us? We were heading for dinner anyways…” Nia prompts and Y/N raises an eyebrow.
‘What are you doing?’ She mouths to Nia.
Nia ignores her waiting for James’ reply.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” he looks from
Nia to Y/N.
“You won’t be intruding.” Y/N shakes her head, he smiles.
“Then okay, alright. Where are we headed?” James offers his arm to Y/N.
She takes it frowning to herself when it feels as though the stars that were familiar to her slide away into a dullness as though blurred.
The trio find themselves outside the nearby diner, Nia up to no good decides it is as a good time as any to execute her plan.
“Oh shoot.” Nia groans, “I completely forgot about this,” She scrolls across her phone as James and Y/N stop to turn.
“Is everything alright?” She looks over Nia’s nervous form.
“No I, theres this assignment I was supposed to meet my group for, it slipped my mind.” Nia looks apologetic.
“Oh no thats too bad… We can do this another time if you need to leave.” Bucky says sullen.
“Oh no no, you guys carry on without me.” Nia pushes.
“You sure?” Y/N looks at her worried.
“Yes definitely.” Nia smiles brightly.
Y/N’s eyebrows furrow.
“I’ll have her back home safe.” James promises, Nia turns to smile at him.
“I’m positive you will, well have the blueberry cheesecake for me.” Nia saunters off to her car. Quickly shooting a text off to Thor about her playing cupid.
Bucky looks down at Y/N, she meets his azure gaze.
“She set us up didn’t she?” He questions, a half smile on his face.
“I think she did.” Y/N lets out a chuckle.
“Are you okay with the set up?” His eyes hold hopefulness.
“I am, I also have Nia’s card so dinner is on her.” Y/N giggles and Bucky joins in with his laugh.
“Well I will be sure to get her a thank you card.” Bucky tells her as they settle into the booth.
“She would like that.” Y/N smiles at him.
The waitress approaches them with menus and begins to recount the specials.
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On the other side of town, Thor stares at his phone at Nia’s latest act as cupid.
“Oh brother.” His tone sullen.
“What?” Loki pipes up from the hall, tucking away the plan sheets into a folder.
Zemo having left about half an hour ago. He could go to meet Y/N now.
“No-nothing.” Thor tucks his phone into his pocket.
“Brother you have that expression, akin to when you watched Marley and Me with your mate.”
“That was a saddening film.” Thor stands by his defence.
“It was but what has gotten you seemingly akin to that?” Loki is in front of his brother in a flash.
“You will just pry it out of me,” The elder sibling unlocks his phone handing it to Loki.
Loki stares at the picture of his student James Barnes standing too close to Y/N, their arms linked and gazing at each other.
Underneath read the message Nia left for Thor.
‘Your brother really doesn’t know what he has lost but in a way it is good, because if she isn’t his soulmate then I don’t want her heart to break when he does find his actual mate.’
Loki finds his chest constrict, he tries searching for the bond which is now seemingly a dull hum in the background.
“I—, why?”
“Nia says she was distraught that you weren’t in contact.” Thor explains.
“I was gone for work, I made sure the class was informed.” Loki can’t get the image of their hands linked out of his vision.
“Yes but, given what transpired between the two of you… I believe a personal approach would have faired in your favour.” He offers.
“I need to seek her.” Loki vocalises his determination.
“I’ll ask Nia where they are…” Thor raises his phone to call his mate.
Therefore, Loki finds himself in the diner in a booth away from them but his hearing picking up the conversation.
It is easy to slip in and out of sight amongst humans. Part of being designed to be amongst them to hunt them was to blend in with the being that he was once.
James and Y/N are halfway done with their meals, her laughter draws a smile upon Loki’s own lips, he knows James is grinning widely.
“So wait, wait, wait, you changed your date of birth and they let you into the theatre?” James says in awe.
“Yes well I turned the number around so my birth-year remained the same but month changed. Effectively turning me eighteen.” Y/N laughs.
“Did the guard question you?” James takes a bite of the cheesecake they were sharing.
“Okay so don’t laugh alright?” Y/N closes her eyes as the embarrassment takes over.
James begins to laugh at the notion.
“Bucky!” She shoves at his arm playfully.
“Okay, okay, poetess, no laughing.” Bucky runs a hand in front of his face as his joyful expression turns serious.
Loki moves his palm from the edge to the wooden table, not caring for the indents.
“Alright it so happened that the date and month I switched to were the very same date Nia and I were there so the guard goes Happy Birthday!” Y/N covers her eyes, “And I go um what?”
Bucky lets a laugh slip, “Sorry.” He shoves a piece of cake in his mouth to keep quiet, she laughs before continuing.
Loki watches her demeanour so carefree, free-spirited.
“So then the guard says, ‘it is your birthday… is it not?’ Then Nia responds that, ‘why yes indeed we are celebrating that only.’ Then she looks at us for a solid minute, both of us are scared because we aren’t eighteen and trying to sneak into an R rated movie.” She pauses, Bucky has his eyes wide.
“You’re taking a dramatic pause now? Oh god, Y/N come on!” Bucky demands expectantly.
Loki knows this story, he heard it but not with this much enthusiasm from her. Though he was not as open and responsive as James currently.
“Okay, okay, so then she hands my ID card back and says ‘enjoy your birthday!’ And we never shuffled away faster than that day to the confectionery stand.” Y/N completes taking the last bite of the cheesecake.
Bucky laughs with mirth, “That really makes me feel as though I thought wrong about you.” He admits with a sheepish grin.
“Care to elaborate Mr. Barnes?” She rests her head on her palm looking up at him curiously.
“Well we met in creative writing correct? The way you write, so effortlessly layered and your pieces honestly blow me away. I always thought you’ve grasped at love and it ended heartbreakingly. Pegged you for an introvert. Not that it is a bad thing at all.” He bites his bottom lip.
“I, I don’t know what to say… Your work is phenomenal.” She admits.
Loki wants to snort, it is mediocre at best. Her work far surpasses the class.
“Thank you.” She says, her throat tightening with emotion.
“Have you?” Bucky questions, the air around them turns heavier.
“No, um it mostly stems from my parents… Not the best marriage.”
“I’m sorry.” He places a hand upon hers.
The stars dull a little more for Loki as he entertains the possibility of losing her.
“I um.” Bucky reaches over to her, his thumb brushing at the corner of her lips, “Bit of cheesecake.” He brings the remnant to his own lips. The gesture reddens her cheeks as she is unable to take her eyes away.
“I hope you know this is not counted as our first date.” He says, lightening the air not wanting to seem to forward.
“Why not?” Curiosity laces her voice.
Bucky smiles, “First off all, I didn’t get you flowers, secondly I’d take you to a bookstore. We would give each other a genre each, find a book for one another and then go on a coffee date, meet up for our second date to discuss the books.” He grins.
“I—How do you know that would be something I’d enjoy?” Y/N’s jaw dropped, that had been an intimate thought as she had trailed her hands over the spines of books when the entire class was at the local bookstore purchasing or borrowing the books entailed Loki’s syllabus.
Her heart beats faster at the thought of her Professor, Bucky is excellent company but this past week she had missed Loki deeply.
“Call it intuition.” Bucky answers smug.
“Spot on, honestly.” Y/N lets out a long exhale.
Bucky only smiles at her.
Loki wonders if she would fall for James rather than him. He decides then to run into them in passing.
Bucky gets up first after they pay with Nia’s card all the while laughing. He keeps a strong grip on Y/N not letting her take too much weight on her foot.
“Do you have to take any meds?” He asks as they reach his car. He opens the passenger side for her.
Y/N spots a familiar Mercedes, the one that stayed parked outside her home.
“Y/N?” Bucky follows her transfixed gaze, then Loki walks past them a take away bag in hand.
“Oh look he’s back in town, class probably will happen next week.” Bucky comments and Loki turns, her breath catches, as though drinking water after traversing the hottest of deserts.
Loki’s green eyes move over her. The world begins to blur out of view again. It feels as though he can breath again. Feel again.
James’ palm against her cheek breaks the mirage.
“Hey you okay?” He inquires.
“Yeah um my pain meds are due, I think I feel an ache.” For Loki she wants to say, but reserves her words.
Loki tries prying into James’ mind,
“Hey Professor!” James waves thwarting the attempt.
“Hello Mister Barnes, Miss Y/L/N. I see you’re up and about.” He walks towards them, the stars step forward.
“Yes um, received clearance.” Y/N answers, clearing her throat.
Bucky’s hold on her waist tightens, Loki’s eyes catch the movement.
Equal defiance ridden green eyes meet blue.
Y/N notes the change in the air, shivering as it drops several degrees.
Loki tilts his head, as though observing an event unfold.
“I believe Mister Barnes you should get Y/N home, I’ve emailed an assignment for next week. I believe getting a head start is beneficial.” The professor turns leaving the two students getting into the vehicle.
Loki watches them exit the parking lot.
“Don’t you think he’s a little weird?” Bucky wonders as they drive toward Y/N’s home.
“He’s something.” She mutters.
Bucky walks her to her door, he stands with his hands in his pockets as she turns in her doorway.
Y/N leans on the door for support.
“I had fun today, thank you.” She smiles at him.
“I did too, but I’m holding out for our actual first date.” He gives her a smug grin making her smile.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Oh that means definitely.” He teases.
“Maybe.” Y/N blushes, as his eye gleam with happiness.
“i’ll see you in class, Poetess.” Bucky waves goodbye, she watches him back out of the driveway, then closes the door.
She’s at the halfway mark on the steps when the doorbell rings incessantly.
“Did I forget something in your car—,” Y/N’s words catch once more.
Loki stands gaze intensely trained upon her features.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N manages to speak, finding her voice.
“I’ve come to speak with you. I seemed to have left without regard.” He says with purpose, watching her reaction.
“So you want to talk after you see me on a date with someone else?” Y/N raises an eyebrow.
“No, I, I happened to be there, I was out of town.” Loki sighs, knowing this is going to be a difficult conversation.
“Without your phone?”
“I was busy.”
“Kept in touch with your brother though.”
“The matter concerned him, I didn’t have time for other things I don’t mean to call you a—,”
“I’m not someone, who you play with then toss away when you’re bored, Professor.” Y/N seethes half a mind to shut the door in his face.
“Y/N, I did not mean to imply—,”
“Your ego was bruised seeing me with Bucky. You were, I don’t know looking for something to while away your time. I can understand that maybe it was curiosity that prompted you to kiss me but, fuck, ignoring me then implying that I’m not important—,”
Loki steps inside, cutting off Y/N’s rant.
“I know I haven’t been the best at conveying my emotions, be it opening up about my family or wholeheartedly laughing at your humour at tales, or articulate how your wit, writing, how you take my breath away.”
Y/N stares at him.
“I am closed off for reasons I cannot express, but I’m at your doorstep well in your house, promising that I can and will communicate better. Just, allow me, the chance, Y/N, please.” His heart breaks at how small he might sound, he willed never to be vulnerable, half of him wanted to dive into her mind to know but the other half of him willingly held back.
Y/N’s eyes usually gave everything away, today Loki could not read a minuscule of them.
“I, I need, time.” She flounders for the answer a more definitive time but comes up short.
Loki wonders if this is how she felt, unknown of what hangs above them for them as a pair. Did a week truly make this vast difference?
He nods, mouth setting into a thin line.
“Take as much of time as you may need.” He murmurs, walking to the ajar door.
“Loki?”
He turns, she sounds hurt, his chest feels hollow blaming himself.
He doesn’t say anything allowing her to continue standing at the threshold of the home.
“Did, was I on your mind at all?” Y/N knows it is a silly question but she wanted to know if he even thought of her.
The sincerity in Loki’s next words brought the stars crashing down upon her, the bond glowed brightly in promise, Loki could feel as though a bright molten silver could run through his veins. As though the brightest moonlit night descended upon the two of them,
“The entire week the thought of coming back to you got me through.”
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A.N.: let me know what you think pleaseeee, literally finished writing and proof reading before posting!
Y/N: You’re so insufferable. Do not and I repeat DO NOT distract me EVER AGAIN during a mission!
Loki: I apologise
Y/N: Apologise? You have cost us this whole mission
Loki: Well it was hardly a mission was it?
Y/N: Not a mission
Y/N: DO YOU SEE ANY FANCY BIG TVS? DO YOU SEE ANY FANCY LAMPS? HUH? DO YOU SEE ANY BLACK FRIDAY BARGAIN PRODUCTS AROUND ME LOKI? BECAUSE I DONT I REALLY DONT!
Loki: Well you were not complaining about staying in bed a little longer this morning when my head was between you’re le—
Y/N: Point made apology accepted
Loki: Fantastic! Now how about we go upstairs and continue what we were doing this morning ;)
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“Mm…”
Evelyn’s eyes were heavy as she slowly opened them, her body as light as a feather, soaked in post-nut bliss. The last thing she remembered was her professor’s cock as he fucked the soul right out of her, before promptly passing out from the overwhelming pleasure.
Evelyn thought it would be morning, but it seemed only a few minutes had passed since she fainted.
She felt wet, hot kisses alongside her neck and shoulder, the strong arms of her lover cradling her from behind. Evelyn’s mind was still hazy from her orgasm, and her mumbled words almost sounded incoherent to the ear, “wha…what happened…?”
Loki stopped his kisses at the sound of her voice, and she could feel his naked chest rumble against her back as he chuckled lightly, “You passed out, pet,” he turned her around to face him fully, kissing her lips, “How do you feel?“
”…Like I’m in a dream,“ Evelyn said airily, her eyes lidded. She cuddled closer to him, nuzzling her nose against his neck, “And I don’t wanna move…”
“Thank goodness,” he breathed, relief palpable in his voice, “ I lost control of myself for a moment. I feared I may have hurt you inadvertently,”
“Um, only a little. But…I really liked it,” Evelyn hid her face further into his neck, feeling a little shy. He did get slightly rougher towards the end, but she enjoyed that much more than she expected.
She felt so blissful and listless, that she didn’t want to leave his embrace for the foreseeable future. She wanted to lie there in his arms all night, and into the morning.
But…did Loki want her to stay?
She assumed he did, he hadn’t said anything about taking her home yet… but he had a lecture early in the morning and she had no extra clothes.
Evelyn decided not to bring it up, and hoped he was just as content with her being there as she was.
However, she started to panic inwardly when he began to shift into an upright position, looking as if he wanted to get up from the bed.
Without thinking, she hurriedly wrapped her arms around him, preventing him from moving any further, “Uh… where’re you goin’?”
Loki raised a brow in an amused fashion, a smile tugging at his lips, “ To the bathroom, pet. I’m in need of a shower,” he removed her arms that hugged his torso in a gentle fashion, still keeping her close, “Care to join me?”
“!”
Although they had literally just fucked, Evelyn still managed to feel weird about the notion of taking a shower with Loki. His head had been between her legs, for goodness sake. What else was there to be coy about?
Perhaps because taking a shower with a man, in such a close space, seemed extremely intimate to her.
"Uhm, yeah! Can I… really join?”
She hurried out with a reply, since she noticed that she was staring at him dumbly for a few seconds.
He chuckled, moving fully off of the bed, “Well, I asked for a reason.”
She watched as his naked form walked from the bed and to double doors at the end of the room - which she assumed led to the bathroom - and opened them ajar, “ Are you coming, darling?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m coming!” Evelyn was distracted once again by his naked body - more specifically, his ass. So she didn’t notice he was waiting for her at the door.
She went to stand, but then her legs started to shake and buckle, and she placed a hand on the side table quickly for stability, yelping in surprise at the loss of balance.
Because of certain activities, Evelyn’s legs felt as good as a newborn deer.
Loki noticed her struggle instantly, and he was by her side in a flash. Instead of concern however, the smile on his face looked a bit too satisfied, “ Hold onto me, I’ll carry you.”
She gave him an aggrieved look, but accepted his assistance until her legs felt okay again.
When they reached, she failed to mask her surprise at how large the bathroom actually was. She let go of him, stepping towards a glass shower with an attached Jacuzzi.
If this ain’t the fanciest shit I’ve ever seen…
Evelyn also noticed that his shower had a very nice view of the night sky, since it was basically right next to a large glass window. And that there were no curtains obstructing said view.
“Uhm, do you have curtains…? For the window?” There was a startling lack of privacy - anyone could look up from below the house and watch them in all their naked glory.
Loki only gave her a confused look,” Why would I?”
“But, but anyone outside could see…“
Granted, his neighbors weren’t anywhere close. But it still nagged at her.
“Then, let’s hope they enjoy the show.”
No longer paying her any mind, he took a hold of her hand to lead her into the shower. It was rather spacious, so they weren’t cramped together. Not that she would’ve minded, anyway.
As he turned on the shower, Evelyn couldn’t help glancing out the window once again. It was pitch black with the exception of the stars, so it was actually very romantic. But she still wasn’t used to being this…exposed.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Loki touched her bare shoulders, the spray of the water now pelting against their skin, “While you enjoy the view, I’ll help you shower.”
“…Help me? How-” She was silenced once she felt cool liquid pouring down her back, and she shivered at the unexpected sensation.
“Like this,” he said simply, lathering her shoulders with the soap. He applied a bit of pressure here and there as his fingers glided across her skin, and her eyes fluttered shut at his touch, soft moans escaping her lips. It was innocent and relaxing so far, just having him touch her this way. But his attention then slowly transitioned towards her breasts.
“ -Hm!” They were still pretty sensitive from before. So when his hands reached underneath to cup them, her backside jerked against his groin, ”Ah, still tender aren’t they? I’ll be gentle,” Loki took an especially long time lathering her breasts with soap, playing with her nipples as he did so.
Evelyn’s hands went to cover his, her ass grinding against the cock pressed against her lower back. Her vision was starting to get hazy with the steam from the water, and her mind was once again enveloped with euphoria.
“I love every part of you. But I must admit… these are especially my favorite,”
“If…if you keep doing this, I…”
“Doing what, pet? I’m only helping you wash. Thoroughly.” He replied in a mischievous manner, never ceasing his pinching and tugging.
After a while, he leaned down to whisper into her ear, voice hoarse with lust, “Part your legs for me.”
With her body pliant in his hands, Evelyn didn’t dare disobey. She parted them immediately, and he abandoned her breasts to descend downward. Using both hands, he began to spread her lips with his devious fingers.
“…Ah!” She couldn’t keep still, fidgeting as his fingers explored the depths of her warmth. Evelyn felt over-stimulated from their earlier tryst, so for him to touch her again so soon…
She gripped his arms, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Keep squirming, and I’ll have to punish you,” Loki’s voice was deceptively gentle as he continued his relentless probing, “You are making it quite difficult to clean.”
Evelyn had no idea what this ‘punishment’ would entail, and she did not want to find out. However, he didn’t exactly make it easy.
It didn’t take long before she became a shuddering mess in his arms, her arousal hardly distinguishable from the water dripping down her thighs.
“Naughty thing, cumming while I’m only helping you wash,” he tutted in a scolding manner, removing his hands from between her legs to show her the stringy arousal between his fingers.
She watched in astonishment as he brought a hand to his lips, suckling her juices into his mouth.
“Why…why are you like this…?” Evelyn whispered, unsure of how to react to his perverted display.
“Hmm…why indeed?” He then turned her around to face him, handing her the bottle of soap, “Now my turn.”
”…Huh?”
“Hard of hearing, aren’t you?”
Evelyn scrunched up her brows, grabbing the bottle from his grasp,” I…I heard you.”
Loki only smiled amusedly at her peeved expression, “Then get to washing, little one. I can’t be the only one working hard here.”
He certainly worked hard alright, if the appendage bobbing between them was any indication.
Evelyn attempted to ignore it, pouring soap into her hands before reaching up to lather his shoulders.
His muscles felt firm underneath her fingers, her mind trailing off as her hands went into his long, wet hair. “…You know,”
Evelyn wasn’t sure what prompted her to say what she did next, but her heart felt so full and happy, she couldn’t help but express it, “I still can’t believe I’m with you now…like this,” she pressed her face against his bare chest, hugging him underneath the spray of the water, “ Just over a year ago, this was…a fantasy to me. You were good to look at, a crush I couldn’t even attempt to try and touch. My beautiful professor,”
Loki laughed lightly at the compliment, taken aback, “ Beautiful?”
Evelyn snorted, “ Pfft, that’s what you focused on? And yeah, you’re a pretty man. Just my type.”
“Pretty man, now that’s a first,” She looked up from his chest to see him smiling serenely at her, his gaze so tender…
“You have no idea how much of a fantasy you were to me as well, my dear Evelyn.”
They exited the shower after a while, fully refreshed and content. Well, she should’ve felt content, but nerves once again bubbled into her stomach once she thought about having to leave.
He was probably expecting her to put on the dirty clothes strewn about on the floor, so he could take her home -
“Ah, perhaps I should remind you,” Loki interrupted her internal panic, sauntering casually to the bed as he removed the towel covering his lower half, “ Tell your sister you won’t be going back tonight, if you haven’t already. I would hate to have her worry without reason,”
Loki paused as he began to lift the covers, shooting her a raised brow in query, “Unless… you didn’t intend to stay?”
Relief fell on her shoulders like a ton of bricks, and she wondered if it was visible on her face at that moment.
“ I’m staying! I mean…I want to stay the night. I’ll let her know…”
Evelyn’s face began to heat up in embarrassment as he gave her an odd look at the strange outburst, avoiding his eyes as she began to look for her purse that was most likely on the floor with her clothes.
She found it eventually at the far corner of the room - clueless as to how it was thrown at such a distance - and stooped to reach for the device, holding up her towel as she did so.
Thankfully her phone hadn’t died, so she shot Candice a quick text to let her know she wouldn’t be coming home that night.
Evelyn was surprised once she heard a ‘ping!’ almost immediately after she’d sent the text, since she assumed her sister would be asleep right now.
Candice- I hope y’all ain’t raw doggin’ it over there. Protect ur self.
…She shut off her phone quickly after reading the message.
“Is everything alright, love?”
“Mhm! She just said to have fun, hehe…”
“Then come here,” Loki lounged nude amongst the black, silky sheets, patting the empty side of the bed, “I’m getting quite cold without you.”
Evelyn hurriedly joined him on the bed at his beckoning, dropping the towel to the floor before climbing in.
He pulled her body flush against his as soon as she was underneath the covers, then proceeded to occupy her lips with his own.
God, he was such a good kisser - She loved the feel of his tongue inside her mouth, and she could feel her body growing hot once more.
“I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy sore, my sweet girl. I’m far from done with you.”
And her beautiful professor was true to his word.
Because she could hardly walk the following morning.
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A/N:
I’ve neglected to post 11-12 on tumblr…so since I’ve recently updated, i’ll post everything in one go. so expect two more chapters.
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There was a moment where Evelyn thought she would get used to her professor’s stunning appearance…but it was on this day that she was proven wrong.
When she exited her apartment, she could see that Loki was waiting for her just below the steps, leaning leisurely against his car.
And lord help her - If she loved how the man looked in suits, his current attire sent her into a tizzy. Forsaking the usual suit jacket, Loki donned a simple black dress shirt that sat snug against his form, with sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. His dark slacks fit quite nicely as well, and Evelyn struggled to keep her eyes well above his chest.
Luckily, she wasn’t the only one who perused without shame. As Evelyn made her way towards him, she could feel his eyes scanning every inch of her body - and she grew increasingly self-conscious as he continued his silent appraisal.
“You are…the definition of stunning,” he said after a while, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on her forehead, “And you smell delightful as well.”
Unsurprisingly, Evelyn felt a heated blush rushing to her face, and she stumbled to reply, “You - you look really good too…” If she was getting this nervous already, Evelyn feared how the rest of the night would fare.
Once they were inside the vehicle, Evelyn started to probe - as subtly as she could, about their destination, but all she received were vague answers.
At first, she expected him to take her out to a fancy restaurant because he seemed to be a ‘posh’ kind of person, but since they were dressed quite casually, maybe that wasn’t the case? She would feel out of her element anyway if he took her somewhere expensive, so she hoped it was at least a comfortable, easygoing place with good food.
And easygoing it was. After driving through the busy streets of Manhattan, Evelyn was pleasantly stunned to see that it wasn’t a fancy restaurant - but a taco bar. Before they even stepped inside, her stomach growled loudly with approval.
Loki laughed at the strange sound, and Evelyn berated her stomach silently, “It seems I’ve made the correct choice, yes? While it isn’t taco Tuesday, I figured you’d still have a craving for it.”
She laughed, surprised he even remembered what she said from that long ago. “I guess that was a dead giveaway that tacos were my favorite…” He smiled, ushering her into the bar with a hand on her lower back, “Indeed it was.”
Once they were inside, it took no time before they were seated and ready to order. Loki reassured her that she could have anything she wanted and not to worry about the expense, so Evelyn happily indulged - though she was still mindful not to choose the most expensive thing on the menu.
While Evelyn thoroughly enjoyed the fanciest looking taco she’d ever eaten, they gradually fell into comfortable conversation. It was almost reminiscent of the times they talked together in his office while he helped her study, before their desires came to light. Now though…the air between the pair was much more intimate.
Loki asked her questions about her life and family, whilst she did the same. He was rather tight-lipped about his own family situation, but relented that he was the youngest of three, with an older sister and brother. Evelyn tried to probe further, but he had managed to divert the conversation her way once more.
“….and I only wanted to shape up my eyebrows, but I ended up shaving off the entire thing! I remember putting on like, six pairs of pants because I just knew my mom would whoop me to the moon and back,”
Loki quirked a brow in query, “Were you attempting to soften the blow?”
“Yup,” Evelyn grinned proudly, “Though I gotta give credit to Candice for that one. I honestly think she loved getting in trouble with how wild she was…”
Evelyn paused momentarily, putting an abrupt end to her monologue. She debated with herself on whether or not to ask a question that had been bothering her for a while, before deciding to just get it out there.
“Can…I ask you something? Just out of curiosity…”
She could tell that Loki was intrigued by the sudden switch in subjects, because he seemed to be watching her facial expressions more carefully than before. He could easily see when she was flustered, and no doubt it must have shown on her face.
Evelyn shimmied slightly in her seat under his gaze, attempting to ignore the butterflies that fluttered within her stomach, “Well…uhm, why do you like me? Like, the actual reason?”
“…I beg your pardon?”
She panicked slightly at his confused expression, rephrasing her question in response, “Oh, well, what I mean is…I know you find me physically attractive…but is there something in particular that drew you to me…? Like, when exactly did you know that you saw me as more than a student?”
Loki seemed to pause entirely. Even after a minute or two, he said nothing - he merely looked at her with a distant expression, as if debating whether or not to tell her what he was actually thinking.
Evelyn frowned slightly at his reaction. ….Was that really that hard of a question?
Before she began to grow antsy, he finally decided to speak, “I…would prefer to answer that question in a more private setting. Perhaps later?”
Evelyn could only nod, her heart in the pit of her stomach. What was so wrong with his answer that he had to say it in private?
She tried not to let it bother her as they finished up dinner and headed towards his car, distracting herself with the sights outside the window as they once again took off into the bustling city.
After driving for around 30 minutes, she noticed that they had left the city, and into a more suburban area. Each house they passed by looked progressively fancier than the next, and she also noticed that his neighbors were few and far in-between each other.
For whatever reason, that observation made her nervous, and she began to wipe the sweat that formed on her hands onto her dress.
“Is everything alright, love?” Evelyn whipped her head to look at him suddenly, slightly startled, “You’re quiet,”
Evelyn reassured him immediately, “Oh, yeah! I’m just a bit drowsy, I almost nodded off a couple times…”
Loki chuckled at that, “We did eat quite a bit, so I wouldn’t be surprised. We’re almost there though, so hold on just a bit longer.”
And, he was right. After making a right turn, Evelyn’s eyes widened at the house that lay in the distance.
They went around a small roundabout that had an immaculately decorated water fountain at its center, before coming to a stop directly outside the house. Tall glass windows on the exterior hinted at the luxury that lay within, with the glittering chandeliers illuminating the marble flooring at the entrance.
“Uh…are you a drug dealer or something?” She asked in awe as he helped her out of the car, her eyes fixated on the impressive building. While it wasn’t a huge mansion by any means, it was still too large for one person to live by themselves. How he could afford such a nice house on a professor’s salary was beyond her comprehension.
Loki turned to look her in the eyes, his face cold and expressionless, “And what if I am?”
He couldn’t resist the laughter that bubbled in his chest at her hilarious expression of horror.
Loki flicked her forehead playfully, and she yelped in pain at the sudden attack, “You ask the strangest things, silly girl.”
She rubbed her forehead with a pout, remaining silent as he led her into the house by the hand.
If she thought outside was grand, then inside was another story.
It was exquisitely furnished and decorated, with marble floors so clear it felt as though she was walking on glass.
The interior decor was modern with a classical touch, and she couldn’t imagine another style that would fit him perfectly.
Loki observed as she took in her surroundings with glowing curiosity whilst guiding her towards the stairs, “When you visit once more, perhaps then I’ll give you a small tour. For now though, I thought you’d appreciate seeing the collection right away.”
Once more? That was the only thing that stuck out in that sentence to Evelyn, since he said that in a way that left no room for doubt. So he wouldn’t mind me coming over again…?
Evelyn mentally slapped herself, trying to get her mind out the gutter. She was really getting ahead of herself.
There isn’t a guarantee that anything will happen tonight, so I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
…….Wait, I had my hopes up? Oh boy…
From that train of thought, Evelyn knew she was in trouble.
After going up a flight of stairs, Loki made a left into a lengthy, spacious hallway that held only one large door at the end.
Due to a singular light source on the ceiling, the sight itself was slightly ominous, but she tried not to let that bother her.
Well, she tried, but Evelyn couldn’t resist clutching his arm.
Loki looked down at her with a smile, freeing his arm to loop it around her waist, “ Once we get inside, the lighting will be much better. See,”
When they finally reached the door and he began to open it, Evelyn had to do a double-take.
“When you said you had a collection…I thought you meant like, you know, a small room with a couple of paintings…but sir,”
In her excitement and awe, she stepped further into the wide, spacious room, marveling at the sight before her, “You have a whole museum in your house!!”
The room resembled a large gallery, with white walls and sheen, wooden flooring. There were glass cases that held valuable items of interest, with a considerable amount of paintings that neatly lined all four walls of the room.
Loki laughed, finding her excitement very endearing, “That’s a bit of an exaggeration, my dear.”
“But…but look!” Evelyn took him around the room eagerly, pointing at paintings of prominent artists she recognized, “ You actually have a Bob Ross painting, with his happy little trees! You really weren’t lying…”
Loki lifted a brow at that, “ You thought I was?”
“…Eh,” she brushed that off rather quickly, moving on to the next painting, “ Holy nuggets, I love this one!”
He came beside her to look at the piece in question, as she began leaning against the wall to look at the painting at an angle.
“Thomas Cole was my inspo for so long! Especially this painting… just look at those brushstrokes, so precise and confident…”
She was silent for a bit, turning to look at her professor with questioning eyes, “Say…why did you collect art? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were an art history teacher or something.”
“I had a lot of time on my hands when I was younger. I did a fair amount of painting back then as a hobby, and developed a small obsession with the arts. Hence, this collection.”
He gestured at the space with a careless wave of a hand, “ I’ve long lost interest, though. I barely even remembered I had this room.”
Evelyn only nodded, slightly sad at his response, “Oh…”
"Despite that, I’ve been thinking about adding one more painting to the collection.”
She looked at him, intrigued, “ Oh? Whose?”
Loki stared into her eyes, his smile widening, “None other than yours.”
Evelyn was utterly confused, “ Wait, what? What do you mean..?”
He went closer to her, taking her small hand into his own, “It would be an understatement to say that I was captured by your paintings when I visited your workspace. I would be honored to own a finished piece by you - of course, I’d gladly pay any price.”
“Huh!? But- I’m not really a professional, I’m far from good…besides, the walls are all filled up,”
He looked at the painting she was admiring moments before, “You said this painting inspired you greatly, correct?”
Evelyn looked at the painting, then back at Loki, “Yeah..but-”
“Then, I’ll exchange this painting for one of your own.”
At his proclamation, she immediately felt overwhelmed with emotion, “That- what? But that’s worth so much, that wouldn’t be fair at all. There’s no reason to be this nice to me…”
Evelyn couldn’t tell what this man was thinking, was he crazy? He wanted to exchange a master’s work worth thousands for hers, which was still mediocre at best. He was being way too generous…
“You’re thinking too much of it. I simply value your pieces much more,” He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them once again, a primitive hunger lurked within the depths of his icy blue irises, “I admire everything about you, and your art is no exception.”
Her heart started to thrum wildly as he came closer, trapping her against the wall. Loki towered over her small form, and she looked up at him with an open mouth, speechless.
“Earlier, you asked why I liked you, and when my attraction began.” He traced a finger down her neck, ghosting towards her cleavage, “Would you like to know now?”
Evelyn gulped, only managing a nod as she stared up at him helplessly.
“It was around a year ago, and you came to me for help for the first time during my office hours. You struggled so much in my class, at the beginning. A shy little thing,”
His voice was growing darker and darker by the second, and the air around them rapidly twisted with his desire, “You were a sputtering mess, apologizing for every little mistake. But when you finally did something right, I praised you. You would smile so brightly when I did, so eager to please me so I’d praise you once more. Such a good girl,”
Loki leaned towards her further, his breath fanning against her cheek, “Tell me, my sweet little pet…do you want me to take care of you?”
It was like he was an entirely different person. This wasn’t the generous, warm man from before. Evelyn should’ve felt concerned at his words, his tone, the situation - but it was like she was in a trance, his words caressing a dark depth within her heart.
Good girl. She didn’t know why, but when he said those two simple words to her, in that deep, velvety voice of his…she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together.
Whatever this was, this feeling right now, she wanted more of it. She wanted him to praise her, to call her his good girl again.
She didn’t know what prompted her to say what she did in the next moment, but the words left her mouth so softly and suddenly before she could process it, “Please… take care of me,”
Loki’s lips were on hers before she could even blink. Evelyn released a muffled moan as his tongue plundered inside her mouth, pressing her body against the wall in such a manner that there was no space between them. He ravaged her tongue like a starving beast, and she reciprocated with the same ferocity.
Loki moved a hand towards her lower back, gripping her ass roughly. He gave it a quick squeeze, before lifting a leg in order to bury himself further between them. That action on his part allowed Evelyn to feel his distinct hardness against her sex, and the sensation caused her to whimper quietly in pleasure.
Things were going fast, way faster than Evelyn expected. If they continued along this route, she’d most likely lose her virginity right now, against the wall. While the thought appealed to her in the past while she fantasized about this moment with him, she wanted her first time to be…different. A little less rushed.
“Wait…wait a sec - mmh..!” She attempted to get him to slow down a bit, but his fervent attention to her neck and the slow grind of his hips were getting a bit too distracting.
Perhaps because of how breathless and quiet her words were, he failed to hear her, lost in his own world of pleasure. Finding no other way to garner his attention, she went to tug at his hair, burying her hand in his long, raven locks. She must have pulled harder than intended however, because the man actually growled when she did so, his eyes flying to meet hers.
“Um…can we - can we move somewhere else? Right here’s a bit…”
She could see that it took a moment for him to process her words. But when he did, Loki smiled apologetically,“ You’re right, I got carried away,” and with elegant swiftness, he lifted her into his arms to carry her out of the room, startling the wits out of the young woman.
“Thankfully, my bedroom isn’t far.”
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This is happening. It’s really happening…!
She was about to fuck her professor, and there was no going back.
To say Evelyn was nervous would be an understatement. But regardless of her nerves, she had no intention of backing out of this arrangement. She trusted him with her first time and was frankly more excited than anything to see how it would feel.
When they finally reached his room, Evelyn barely had time to inspect the impressive decor before she was promptly deposited on the bed.
Loki was on top of her immediately, occupying her tongue with his own as he palmed her breast, “We are wearing entirely too much clothing, pet,” he said once his tongue left her mouth, his eyes even with hers, “Let’s fix that, shall we?”
Wordlessly, he leaned off of her to remove his shirt with expert quickness, leaving Evelyn to gawk at his muscles.
I didn’t know abs could be this lickable…
Evelyn realized she must have been staring too long when she heard a chuckle above her, “Keep staring, and I just might blush,”
His fingers moved to tease the strap of her dress, “ While this dress is beautiful, I would much prefer what’s underneath.”
Before she could even protest, he pulled it down in one swift motion. Evelyn opted to go without a bra since the dress had built-in cups, so her brown, perky nipples immediately met the hungry eyes of her professor.
Out of reflex, her hands immediately went to cover them, her body growing impossibly hot, “ Wait - you could’ve warned me at least-“
Loki dragged her hands away from her breasts roughly, pinning them to the sides of her head, “Don’t you dare hide from me. Not now,” he growled, licking his lips as he locked eyes with her breasts once more, “Fuck…you’re perfect,” he panted heavily, before dipping his head to suckle a nipple into his mouth.
Evelyn didn’t expect that, and she jerked upwards due to the sensation, her eyes squeezed shut. Loki sucked and nipped at the tender bud, all while Evelyn whimpered and squirmed. Her breasts were especially sensitive, and he picked up on this fact rather quickly. Loki proceeded to exploit it, letting go of her wrist to tease the neglected breast with his fingers. He pinched her nipple, causing a shocked gasp to leave the girl’s lips.
Loki released her nipple from his mouth with a wet pop eventually, smiling a bit evilly. “My my, so responsive,”
He pulled her dress down fully, leaving Evelyn in just her underwear. She merely laid there, her mind hazy as her breasts ached from residual pleasure.
Loki couldn’t resist fondling them a bit more, “ You have no idea…how much I’ve wanted to touch you like this, with no barriers,” Loki leaned down between the crevices of her breasts, trailing reverent kisses down to her belly button, “My sweet, perfect girl…”
Evelyn’s breathing picked up in anticipation once he reached the hem of her underwear.
She was so unbelievably wet from just his tongue on her breasts, that there was a string of her arousal once he began to remove it.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded huskily. Evelyn’s eyes remained closed until she felt a strong grip on her jaw, forcing her eyes to open, “ Eyes on me, pet. And once again, spread your legs for me.”
She gulped at the authority in his voice, his aura exuding severe dominance. Evelyn promptly obeyed, locking her eyes with his own as she hesitantly opened her legs.
“Good girl,” He purred, rubbing the top of her knees affectionately. Evelyn could feel another flood of arousal rushing forth because of those two words once again.
Holy shit, what is this man doing to me?!
Loki bent down, and she watched through lidded eyes as he began to kiss and nip at her inner thighs, inching closer and closer towards her sex. Her breathing turned ragged with excitement, but the devil between her legs decided to take his merry time, never once touching where she needed him the most.
She tried to hold out as long as possible against his incessant teasing, but she began to beg after just ten minutes of his licking and sucking, “Please…please just - ah!” She jolted against his face once she felt his warm tongue lick right up her slit, her fingers twisting against the sheets.
Smiling, he gave her pussy a chaste kiss, “ Your pretty little cunt is so sensitive,” He moved his thumb up and down along her slit, dipping it inside her entrance lightly “ and you get so fucking wet,”
She knew he could curse a lot because of their previous encounters, but man can he talk dirty. Her eloquent, well-mannered professor was a sordid menace in bed, and the thought that she brought out this side of him aroused her greatly.
He removed his thumb from her slit, replacing them with two fingers instead. She was so wet, that they slipped right in with no issue. Evelyn clenched her walls tightly as he curled his fingers, thrusting them in an upwards motion as he sucked at her swollen clit.
“Holy fuh…!” Her words died down as her hand flew to his head, her back lifting off the bed at the sensory overload. His fingers worked in tandem with his tongue at a steady rhythm, and she couldn’t help but writhe, feeling a pressure slowly building in her abdomen.
Loki could tell she was close by her frantic breathing and clenching, so he removed his tongue from her clit to apply pressure to it with his thumb, “You’re doing so good, Evelyn. My good girl,”
“Please…please…” she wasn’t exactly sure what she was begging for - but whatever he was doing with his fingers made her feel so good, she wasn’t sure she could take any more of it.
“You’re so close, pet. Let go, cum for me.” And she did. She came on his hands with another curl of his fingers inside her, causing an unexpected scream to rip from her throat.
White appeared behind her eyelids as her eyes twitched shut from her orgasm, her skin twitching and rippling at the sheer amount of pleasure.
Evelyn laid limp, breathless and sweaty against the bed. She felt as though she was floating, not grounded into reality. Opening her eyes slowly, she mindlessly watched as he unbuckled his belt, throwing it aside to rid himself of his pants.
Unexpectedly, he wasn’t wearing any briefs, so his leaking, engorged cock bobbed proudly as soon as he released himself. And goodness did it really hit her. That huge thing was going to go inside of her.
Evelyn let out a small whimper as she stared at his dick, feeling slightly apprehensive.
Loki noticed her nervousness, reassuring her gently, “Shh…relax, it will hurt if you tense,” he paused then as if remembering something. He reached across from her to open his drawer that was beside the bed, pulling out a condom, “While I’d love to fuck you raw, we wouldn’t want a happy little accident, now would we?”
Evelyn would’ve laughed at the subtle Bob Ross reference if she wasn’t so focused on what was to come.
He brought a hand to her leg, resting it on her knees as he took his cock in the other, rubbing it against her entrance, “ Remember, relax.”
And then, he began to push in.
Thankfully, he made sure she was adequately wet enough since it would be her first time, or else it would’ve hurt like hell.
Evelyn moaned mildly in pain, the shock of the intrusion causing her to tense immensely. He paused, massaging her stomach while kissing the tears away from her cheek, “Just a little more, love. You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, the feel of her tight, fluttering walls maddening.
She slowly started to relax under his soothing ministrations, giving him the go-ahead to continue pushing in. And with one more steady push, he was fully nestled inside.
“Fuck…” he moaned almost breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut at the enveloping warmth around his cock, “You feel like absolute heaven.”
Evelyn was biting her lips hard enough that they could draw blood, so he began to kiss her in a languid manner. She slowly brought her hands around his neck, burying her hand into his silky tresses as she lost herself against his lips, forgetting the momentary pain.
Loki began moving in slow pumps, holding her body against his so that her breasts flattened against his chest. The pain was ebbing away, and pleasure began to spread as he started hitting a particular spot, “You - mmh! You… you can go a bit faster…now…”
Since he received the go-ahead, he picked up the pace, delivering several shallow thrusts at a steady rhythm. The sounds of their skin slapping together filled the room, and Loki could hear she was slowly growing wetter with each thrust, “You had nothing to worry about, little one. See? You fit my cock perfectly, just like a glove.”
It wasn’t long until he started going faster, the pace growing more relentless as time went on. Evelyn started screaming his name repeatedly, her voice growing progressively hoarser, “Loki, Loki! P…please, wait just, - too much, too much! -“
She wasn’t sure she could handle the brutal thrusts of his cock much longer. He refused to slow down, holding her hands above her head as he continued to fuck her into the bed, his eyes glazed with animalistic pleasure.
Her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head, and her professor’s sinful voice filtered into her ears, “If you ask nicely like the good girl you are, perhaps then I’ll show you some mercy, hmm?”
“Please…please…”
“Please what, girl. Use your words,”
“Please…sir, please make me come…!”
With that, he released her wrists to thumb at her clit - and Evelyn swore that she saw stars in that very moment, her brain going blank completely. Loki almost cursed once more as she clenched tightly around his cock, the sensation finally bringing him to completion. He groaned loudly as he came, her name falling from his lips as he pulled out, slumping forward.
It took a while for Loki to compose himself before he began to shift his weight, so that she wasn’t crushed beneath his body.
As for Evelyn, the poor thing was worked to exhaustion, and passed out shortly after her final orgasm.
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A/N:
Hope ya’ll enjoyed that hefty dose of smut. I know I certainly did. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Please let me know what you think, since I’m still insecure about writing smut scenes. What in particular did you enjoy, or dislike? Again, thanks for reading!
Summary: Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
Still To Come (so to speak): Chapter 27, Day 26 - Threesome (with two Lokis!) Chapter 28, Day 27 - Orgasm Delay & Forced Orgasm (consensual) Chapter 29, Day 28 - Exhibitionism Chapter 30, Day 29 - Free Use Chapter 31, Day 30 - Orgy Chapter 32, Epilogue
Posting schedule is currently weekly. There will be 32 chapters total.
I know that not every kink will be to everyone’s taste - Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s OK). You can skip the chapters/sections that you’d rather avoid, although there is a bit of plot mixed in throughout the chapters, so you may want to skim and skip over the parts that aren’t to your liking.
Let me know if you’d like to be added to the Story Taglist.
For all of my stories, you can find my Masterlist on Tumblr or on AO3.
You owe yourself a sweet, smutty, sexy, AND exceptionally written treat. You owe yourself 30 Days of Debauchery by @myoxisbroken.
Summary: Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
Still To Come (so to speak): Chapter 27, Day 26 - Threesome (with two Lokis!) Chapter 28, Day 27 - Orgasm Delay & Forced Orgasm (consensual) Chapter 29, Day 28 - Exhibitionism Chapter 30, Day 29 - Free Use Chapter 31, Day 30 - Orgy Chapter 32, Epilogue
Posting schedule is currently weekly. There will be 32 chapters total.
I know that not every kink will be to everyone’s taste - Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s OK). You can skip the chapters/sections that you’d rather avoid, although there is a bit of plot mixed in throughout the chapters, so you may want to skim and skip over the parts that aren’t to your liking.
Let me know if you’d like to be added to the Story Taglist.
For all of my stories, you can find my Masterlist on Tumblr or on AO3.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
As someone who has claustrophobia I am always torn between the beauty of shibari and my intense horror at the idea of being tied up or bound in any way. This story is good enough that I was willing to gird my loins - as it were - and soldier on. I am so glad I did, @myoxisbroken always comes correct with the details and sensuality of her kink.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
Not going to lie, the last few chapters have been difficult for me, but this one sounds absolutely wonderful. I have always wanted to try shibari - it sounds so alluring (stress relief, keeping one’s focus on the body in the moment), but the lack of experienced partners is an issue. Marvelous job, this whole series has been amazing so far
@hot-mess-magee
When I plotted out this story, I really wanted to push myself in terms of what kinks I chose, and I’ve written a bunch I’ve never tried writing before. I knew some might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but that’s okay! I also planned it so that it becomes more extreme as we go along, to coincide with Loki pushing Clíodhna’s boundaries accordingly.
So if you need to skim chapters that aren’t your thing and just read the relationship parts, you do you. I want this to be a fun read for people!
I’m glad you liked this one. I’m fascinated by shibari now myself and wouldn’t mind trying it! I hope you get the opportunity to experience it sometime.
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
This is gonna be my favorite chapter!! I’m so excited!!!! If no one has ever noticed, I’m fascinated by shibari!!! Alas I have a husband who has ZERO interest in any type of knots. :-(
***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
My dear Miss Ox- you’re researched the hell out of shibari and it shows- this is so hot and the way she feels and her emotions are wildly powerful. This series is spectacular but this is definitely one of my favorite chapters! I’m just going to take a warm bath … uh… reflect.
Summary: Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
Still To Come (so to speak): Chapter 27, Day 26 - Threesome (with two Lokis!) Chapter 28, Day 27 - Orgasm Delay & Forced Orgasm (consensual) Chapter 29, Day 28 - Exhibitionism Chapter 30, Day 29 - Free Use Chapter 31, Day 30 - Orgy Chapter 32, Epilogue
Posting schedule is currently weekly. There will be 32 chapters total.
I know that not every kink will be to everyone’s taste - Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s OK). You can skip the chapters/sections that you’d rather avoid, although there is a bit of plot mixed in throughout the chapters, so you may want to skim and skip over the parts that aren’t to your liking.
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***WARNING*** If you are interested in trying rope bondage, please ensure that you are working with an experienced partner or that you take a course so that you are able to practice it safely. Rope bondage, particularly suspension, is some of the most dangerous and injury-prone bondage that you can do.
Do not practice advanced positions and tying or suspension without an experienced partner. Nerve damage can happen very quickly, so it is essential that the rigger, the person who is doing the tying up, knows what they are doing. Also essential is communicating, so the rigger can immediately react and fix things if there is a problem (like numbness, tingling, or a dead sensation anywhere in the body).
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Practice of rope bondage, so a bit more BDSM this chapter
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
Clíodhna left directly from Loki’s the next morning to go to work, enjoying the smooth ride of her loaner BMW. She had to admit, Loki had chosen well. The steering was much more responsive than in her old Toyota, and it was significantly faster to accelerate, too. It would be easy to rack up speeding tickets in the sleek sedan. She’d have to be conscious of that as she drove.
There was nothing out of the ordinary at the bookstore; for once, everything had gone smoothly. No sick employees, no especially high-maintenance customers, steady sales but no crush at any point in the day.
Clíodhna had been thankful for the low-stress day. Tonight was dinner with her parents and Loki, and she wasn’t at all sure what to expect.
They had met a few of her boyfriends in the past and typically used the opportunity to size them up. Some of them had passed muster, some hadn’t, but it was a process that could be tiresome, even though she knew her parents’ interrogations came from a place of love.
When her shift ended, Clíodhna returned to her apartment to get ready, changing into a stretchy long sleeve navy sheath and adding a pair of wine colored block pumps. If she was going to endure a potentially anxiety-laden dinner, she was going to be comfortable.
Loki picked her up for the short drive to Mamma Maria. He was devastatingly handsome, as always, in a bespoke charcoal suit with a dark sage green shirt, his tie a matching shade of green with small white polka dots.
“You look lovely, darling,” he said, his gaze raking over her hungrily and making her stomach quiver.
“Stop that,” she warned him.
“What?” he asked innocently, laughing at the look she gave him in response.
The Italian restaurant, housed in a 19th-century brick townhouse, had been a favorite of her family for years. Clíodhna felt the usual wave of nostalgia wash over her as she and Loki walked through the front door. The warm shades of brown on the walls and the large picture windows that let in light from the gas lanterns outside always made her feel comfortable and welcome.
Her parents were waiting when they arrived, her father pointedly glancing at his watch.
“It’s 6:55! We still have five minutes before the reservation,” protested Clíodhna.
“If you’re not ten minutes early, you’re late,” answered her dad.
Clíodhna took a subtle but necessary deep breath before she turned to Loki. “Loki, these are my parents, Sheila and Patrick Donovan. Mom and Dad, this is Loki.”
Loki turned his smile first on her mother, taking her extended hand and raising it to his mouth to drop a kiss to the back of it. “Mrs. Donovan, it’s my absolute pleasure to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to meeting the people who raised such a remarkable person as your daughter.”
Her mother beamed at him. “Please, call me Sheila.”
“You can call me Mr. Donovan,” piped up Clíodhna’s father.
“Patrick!” chided Sheila.
“Fine, it’s Patrick,” he groused.
“Patrick, it’s an honor to meet you, sir. Clíodhna has told me how much she cares for you both, and I’ve enjoyed many hours visiting the bookstore that you and your wife ran for so long before entrusting Clíodhna with that privilege. It’s clearly a special place.”
The tension visibly seeped from Mr. Donovan’s shoulders at Loki’s words, and a smile almost tugged at his mouth.
“Donovan’s Books has been a part of my life since the day I was born,” he said. “It goes a long way with me that you think so highly of it.”
Clíodhna saw the assessing glance her father gave Loki and fought to keep from grinning. She had expected him to win over both her parents but had foolishly thought it might take him at least until the end of the entree course to do so.
“Donovan, party of four?” came the call from the host podium.
They were seated in one of the elegant upstairs dining rooms, next to a window with a view of the downtown skyline. After a quick look at the menu, they placed their orders.
While waiting for their food, they contented themselves with the warm, crusty bread served with olives and a fresh green herb sauce. It was difficult not to overindulge on the bread, but Clíodhna exercised prodigious self-control so that she’d have room for the rest of her food. When the appetizers arrived, the four of them enjoyed the rich, buttery burrata over sauteed radicchio and the pork and beef meatballs served with a sage pesto.
And it was then that her parents struck.
“Sweetheart, were you aware that Geoffrey is back in town? I saw his mother at the market, and she told me that he moved back a few months ago.“
"That’s really no longer relevant to me, Mom, or even of interest,” she answered.
Loki turned to Clíodhna, a question on his face.
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“I always thought he was such a nice young man. I was sorry it didn’t work out between you,” continued her mother.
"Yeah, well, we would have needed to work it out with Denise Shanahan as well, since I found out he was dating her at the same time.”
“What? You never told me that!” Sheila exclaimed.
“I’ll kill him,” growled her father.
“It’s water under the bridge now, Dad. No need for any homicides to occur.”
“Are you sure?” Loki asked in a quiet aside only for her.
She shot him a quick smile, grateful for his presence and the tension-relieving question. “I never told you two because it wasn’t something I really wanted to dwell upon, and I didn’t think you needed to know the details of why we broke up. But if you’re going to meddle this way, it seems I don’t have a choice.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” said her mom, genuinely chagrined. At least that line of questioning was over.
“Sheila, I understand that you own a home on Aruba and just returned from a trip there,” Loki inserted smoothly. “You must really enjoy it to have bought a place of your own.”
Mrs. Donovan’s face lit up. “Oh, yes! We love the Caribbean and wanted to have a place there for years. A few years before we retired from the bookstore, we found the perfect beach cottage and bought it. Now we can go and stay for as long as we’d like! It’s divine.”
“I imagine the view is unbeatable, not to mention the opportunities to enjoy the water. Patrick, do you fish?” Loki asked.
“I do,” he answered. “We’ve got several friends with fishing boats, and I go out with them from time to time to fish for marlin or tuna. Sometimes we’re closer in to shore and hook snapper and triggerfish. But even from the beach by our place, I can catch snook and bonefish, and the occasional young barracuda.”
“I expect that’s a very relaxing pastime,” Loki answered.
“It can be, when the fish are biting or when I’m just looking for some sunshine, ocean breezes, and time outdoors. On the other hand, when those bastards won’t bite or when they eat the bait and escape…not so much.”
He quirked a smile at Loki, softening towards him in spite of himself.
Loki laughed. “I’m sure. What else do you like to do when you’re there?”
That was all Loki needed to ask. Clíodhna’s mother and father regaled them with stories about pastimes and friends and their favorite restaurants as they finished the appetizers and started on their main courses.
As they listened and asked more questions, Clíodhna and Loki traded bites of the Lobster Agnolotti and the Ossobuco served with a saffron risotto. Loki had definitely hit on one of her parents’ favorite subjects, and it was working in his favor.
Clíodhna was honestly a little shocked at her parents’ restraint after the first few awkward minutes of the evening. She could only put it down to Loki’s ability to put others at ease when he wished to do so; he’d certainly won over everyone at the bookstore handily.
Dessert had been ordered and they were drinking some coffee as they awaited it when Clíodhna felt a shift in the atmosphere.
“Loki, I understand that you own your own company,” began Sheila.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“And it’s a solid business?” she asked.
Clíodhna saw the way the corners of Loki’s mouth twitched as he held back his smile. “Very solid, I assure you.”
“And now that you’ve achieved such success professionally, how are things going for you personally? Are you looking to settle down?”
“Mother!” chided Clíodhna, mortified. “I can’t believe you’d just come right out and ask him that! We haven’t even been seeing one another for a month!”
“We just want to make sure he has good intentions, pumpkin,” argued Patrick. “Is that so wrong?”
Loki cleared his throat, somehow bringing the squabbling to an immediate stop. “Patrick, Sheila, I appreciate that you have Clíodhna’s welfare in mind. As far as my intentions, I can assure you that I think very highly of your daughter and would never wish to do anything to hurt or disrespect her.
"But where any other discussion of our relationship is concerned, that is between Clíodhna and me. She may choose to share with you as she wishes, but not over a meal at a restaurant and not when she’s being pressured. I hope that you will choose to respect that as well.”
Patrick had the good grace to appear abashed at Loki’s words, exchanging a glance with his equally sheepish wife. Then he looked at Clíodhna, and her irritation eased when she saw the loving concern on his face.
“We’re sorry, sweetheart. We know you’re a strong, capable woman who can make her own decisions and knows how to watch out for herself,” he said.
“You two taught me that,” she said with a fond smile.
“It’s just a hard job for parents to stop doing,” said Sheila.
“Well, you had a hard time letting go of micromanaging the bookstore, and yet you were able to do it. I’m confident you can stop micromanaging me, too,” she teased.
The atmosphere was much more relaxed as they lingered over their desserts of berry tiramisu and chocolate torte, the Donovans asking Clíodhna about the bookstore and swapping stories with her about some of the current customers that had been going there for years.
“You know, honey, we’re so proud of how well you’ve done since you took over running the store. We always knew we never had to worry when you were in charge, and since it’s been yours, you’ve managed to keep it thriving during difficult times for an independent bookstore.
"We couldn’t have asked for anyone to do a better job or to make us prouder. And if you ever want a break, your father and I would be happy to come back for a few weeks. I know it can be hard to get away when you feel such a responsibility for the store and all its employees.”
Her mother had spoken, and her father had nodded in agreement.
Clíodhna’s eyes teared up. Her parents’ faith in her seven years before had meant so much to her. She’d only been 25, and although she had grown up in the bookstore and knew it like the back of her hand, taking over its management at such a young age had felt daunting, albeit exciting.
To know that she had made them so proud was overwhelming.
It took Clíodhna a moment to compose herself. As she did, she felt the gentle pressure of Loki’s hand on hers, under the edge of the tablecloth. His thumb stroked over the back of her hand, his touch bringing a sense of calming peace.
She looked at her mom, then her dad. “Thank you. I could never have done it without the support and love from the two of you, both before I took over and after. You taught me what I could do, then encouraged me to do it. I love you.”
Her words were met with a watery smile from her mother, while her father cleared his throat suspiciously and called for the check.
**
Loki drove Clíodhna back to his place, the drive quiet as the car moved over streets that shimmered with the evening’s rainfall. It was clear that she had a lot on her mind after dinner with her parents.
He thought it had gone fairly well, considering this was the first time he’d ever met the parents of someone he’d been seeing. Most of his relationships had been of a more transitory nature. He wasn’t sure how these things typically went for Clíodhna and her parents, but he hoped that she was as pleased with the results as he.
She let out a sigh as they neared his building.
“Anything you’d like to talk about?” he asked, reaching for her hand as they pulled up to a stoplight.
“It’s just…I love my parents, but…they can be a lot sometimes, you know?” she said with a tired smile.
“I thought they seemed like lovely people who care very much about you, but they were a bit…intense,” he said, finishing with a smirk. She chuckled at his expression.
“They definitely liked you,” she said.
Loki felt a little flutter in his chest over their seeming approval. “Do you think so?”
“I’m sure of it. You charmed my mom from the start, and although Dad tried to play it cool, he was clearly impressed by you.” She lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed it. “And I was impressed by how you set Dad straight when he asked invasive questions. I appreciated that you didn’t feel the need to placate them just to try to win them over.”
Loki pulled into the circular drive of his building, putting the car in park before he answered. “I like your parents, too. Thank you for including me tonight. I was honored.”
The air between them was charged. They were on the cusp of something; Loki wondered if it was time to have a more serious discussion about where things were headed.
And then the valet opened Clíodhna’s door.
The spell broken, Loki exited the vehicle and went around to usher Clíodhna into the building and up to the penthouse.
He could feel the tension in her back and shoulders as he wrapped an arm around her on the ride up to their floor. She didn’t need a serious discussion tonight. She needed to unwind and let go of all of that tension that had developed over dinner.
Moving her hair aside, he used his thumbs to rub deep, soothing circles into her muscles. As they stepped out of the elevator, he led her over to the couch and sat behind her, continuing to work on her back and shoulders until the tightness was gone and she moved much more freely under his touch.
He leaned forward, his mouth near her ear as he spoke in a low, soothing voice. “Darling, there’s something we could try tonight that I think will really relax you and take your mind off of all those thoughts that are swirling around in your head.”
“Is it sex?” she asked, eliciting a sharp laugh from him. “And how did you know I had thoughts swirling around in my head?” She turned to face him.
“I know you,” he said with a simple shrug. “It can include sex, but it doesn’t necessarily need to do so, unless that’s what you want. I think it’s time that we try some shibari.“
Ten minutes later found the two of them sitting on Loki’s bed, practicing deep breathing together.
"Before we begin, there are some things to go over. First, shibari is something that should only be undertaken with an experienced partner, particularly as you move into more intricate ties, and especially if you try suspension. It’s a risky form of play, so practicing it with someone who knows what they are doing is essential.”
Loki spoke in a low, soothing voice as he imparted the guidelines.
“Second, one of the biggest risks is compression of your nerves or blood vessels. I am careful when I place shibari ropes. I will also be checking in with you as I do so. But if you feel any tingling, numbness, if a body part suddenly has a deadened sensation - you need to tell me immediately. I will remove the ropes quickly, even if that means cutting them to release you as soon as possible.
"Understood?”
Clíodhna returned his gaze, a trust in her eyes that humbled him. “Understood.”
“Very good, pet. Now, as I tie you, I want you to concentrate on the feeling of the ropes against your skin, the pressure of the knots where they lay against your body, and the act of surrendering to me completely. As you become more and more restrained, there will be nothing you can do except give yourself over to me.
"Many people find that their focus on other things drops away, freeing their minds and relaxing their bodies in a way that can’t be attained through other means. It is my hope that you will experience the same.”
Loki lifted Clíodhna’s hand to his lips. “Are you ready to begin?”
She had opted to undress before climbing onto the bed, stating that she wanted to feel everything against her skin and have no barriers between them. Loki was pleased by her willingness to make herself so vulnerable to him.
“We’ll start with a box tie of your upper body. Arms behind your back, with your hands clasping opposite arms.”
**
Although she was naked, Clíodhna felt as if a low fire simmered below the surface of her skin. Loki had barely begun to touch her, and already she was heated and aroused.
She could feel his breath, warm against her ear and shoulder, as he reached around her to begin wrapping the rope across her back, bringing it back to the front just below her shoulders. He didn’t touch any part of her breasts except where the tips brushed against his shirt as he leaned in to her, but it was enough to harden her nipples to nearly painful points.
She had been afraid that the rope would feel scratchy, but she had wanted to immerse herself into the full sensory experience as much as possible. However, as Loki began to wrap the braided rope around her, the fibers felt surprisingly soft against her feverish skin.
It was odd submitting herself to such an action. Deep within her was a desire to fight against it, to flee what some ancient instinct told her body was a dangerous situation. But after recalling their visit to the sex club and the blissful face of the woman who was being tied up, nothing could stop her from experiencing it for herself.
Continuing to practice slow, even breathing, she kept her focus on Loki’s face and allowed her trust in him to assuage her anxieties.
His calm, capable manner also soothed her, his hands lightly brushing over her skin as he expertly twisted the rope and created knots. His palms would rub over her back periodically, and from time to time he would take hold of one of her hands and ask her to give his a squeeze.
“Everything alright?” he asked, pausing for a moment.
A sense of peace was already beginning to move through her. Her arms were restrained behind her, tied together, and the rope wrapped above and below her breasts and around her upper arms, securing them to her body. She could feel where the knots were pressing lightly against her pressure points. It gave her an odd sort of distinct pleasure, almost like when getting a massage and having someone press in exactly the right place.
She smiled at Loki and nodded. “I’m good.”
His look of pleasure and pride was unmistakable. “Shall we continue with your legs, then? Kneel for me, darling.”
Clíodhna rose onto her knees with Loki’s assistance in steadying her.
“Knees apart, pet.”
She flushed as she wriggled to spread her legs, opening her body up to him intimately. Despite the fact that he’d seen and pleasured every part of her, she was so exposed like this, while he was still clothed and in a position of power and control.
To her astonishment, moisture flooded her pussy as she thought about their current situation. It was wildly exciting to be bare and spread open, revealed to his gaze and under his complete dominance, while he still wore the soft pants and shirt he’d changed into after they returned from their dinner.
Loki’s eyes gleamed as he looked at her. “Are you getting excited, Clíodhna?”
She took in a shuddery breath before nodding. “Yes, sir.”
Loki’s jaw clenched. “I’m very pleased with you, pet. Let’s continue now.”
His hands treated her with care as he wrapped another soft rope around her left leg, tying it right above her ankle to her thigh, before completing a series of ties and knots to wrap it around once more, closer to her knee. He repeated the actions on her right leg, binding it to itself until both legs were tied in such a way.
“Now, if we were to continue with more ropes, I could tie your wrists to your ankles, or use your chest harness to do a partial suspension. There are different positions and ties we could do to try full suspension.
"However, for tonight, we shall stop with these. I want you to experience rope bondage in a simpler way and decide if you like it before we do anything further. Let yourself feel the ropes, the knots, the sensation of being bound and helpless.”
Loki’s voice had lulled and soothed her as much as the ropes and his touches had. Now he ceased talking, letting his hands run lightly over her body as Clíodhna closed her eyes, sinking into everything she was feeling. The knots continued to press against her, making her mindful of all the places where they touched. The ropes that wrapped around her lay against her closely without being too tight, making her feel not only bound, but held in some strange way.
Loki’s fingers and palms were a grounding sensation, even as her mind began to drift to a place of peace. She wasn’t thinking about the store, or her parents, or her car troubles, or even about the future of this relationship; it all faded away, everything boiling down to what her body was feeling in the moment.
There was a freedom in her total submission to Loki. She could do nothing but be present in her body, letting him do with her what he would. Her spirit felt lighter and her mind uncluttered.
She wasn’t sure how long she had remained that way before she felt Loki’s hands move to one of the last knots he’d tied. “Shall I untie you now?”
Her eyes opened. “No.”
“You’ve been tied up for over half an hour. Are you sure?” he asked.
She wasn’t ready to be untied yet. And beyond that, she wanted Loki, and she wanted him while she was like this.
“I want you to use me, sir,” she told him. “I want to be fucked like this.”
He gave her a wicked grin. “I was hoping you would say that.”
His hands moved over her with focused purpose now, one caressing up her arm as the other slid from her knee all the way up her leg, stroking between her wet folds. “You’ve been enjoying this, pet, haven’t you?” he purred.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, gasping when he sank two fingers into her pussy.
“I think you should have a reward for being so very good, Clíodhna,” he answered in a rasp.
Loki’s fingers curled inside her and he began to pull them out, dragging over her g-spot, before pushing them back into her. He was merciless, manipulating her body in a way that made it hard for her to remain upright as she pushed her hips into his touches.
Moments later, Clíodhna was on her back, her arms awkward beneath her but the revealing, vulnerable position exciting her despite the discomfort. Loki’s hand worked between her thighs as he latched his mouth onto a nipple, sucking it with an intensity that made her cry out and arch, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
Her orgasm came quickly, sparks exploding through her in a startling contrast with the restraints that still bound her. Before she was done, Loki had stood up, shoved his pants down far enough to pull out his cock, and pushed it into her clenching channel.
Loki felt thick and hot and domineering as he thrust into her swollen passage, fucking her hard and fast. He treated her body like it was his toy, and she loved it. There was no thinking, no reaching for pleasure, nothing she had to do to arouse him. He’d already been hard and ready, mostly from tying her up and touching her with those sensual yet calming strokes. It had taken very little for him to lose control and fuck into her without hesitation.
She loved it.
She loved that he had focused on her own needs and made her feel so wonderful, even before anything sexual had happened and with no expectation of sex whatsoever. She loved the power she had over him, even in a pose of submission. She loved his desire for her and how he was giving it free rein.
Loki’s hands were on her knees now, pressing them apart widely as he watched his cock sink into her body, over and over. Clíodhna was moaning with each thrust, her aroused passage already swelling and aching with the need for another release.
“Please, please,“ she heard herself whisper.
Loki’s eyes shot to hers, then his hand moved down to stroke her exposed clitoris, expertly toying with the bundle of nerves as her breath hitched.
Then she shuddered, her pussy clenching around Loki’s thick cock as he pushed firmly into her and held, dropping forward to press his chest to hers as they came together.
They exchanged a few soft kisses before he lifted himself off of her, raising her to a kneeling position again. His hands worked swiftly to untie the knots and unwind the ropes, first from her legs, then from her arms and chest.
As he untied her, his hands caressed and stroked her body, rubbing her soothingly as the blood rushed back into limbs that had been held tight by the ropes. Euphoria swept through her as the endorphins spiked in her body, along with a sense of well-being and a feeling of being intensely connected to Loki. The emotions were almost overwhelming.
She lifted her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, Loki’s palms rubbing up and down her back as he held her securely. She felt safe and happy and secure, and so grateful to him for the experience.
Pulling back, she cupped his face. "Thank you.”
Loki set his forehead against hers. “Thank you for trusting me. I think it’s time we get you to bed. What time do you need to be up in the morning?”
She stretched her arms high, feeling very much like a satisfied feline. “I have the day off tomorrow, so I’m a woman of leisure.”
Loki smiled at her in satisfaction. “Excellent. I’ll clear my morning.”
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Threesome, clone sex, double penetration (oral/vaginal and vaginal/anal), obviously that means there’s anal sex in the chapter as well!
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
When Clíodhna woke the next morning, she was very aware of the twinges in her muscles from the activities of the night before. Although Loki had been careful with her, she wasn’t used to holding a position like that for as long as she had. Her shoulders and upper arms held some residual soreness, as did her thighs. But the aches served as reminders of the delicious time she’d had, and she smiled as she began to gently stretch.
Loki sailed into the room, his eyes lighting up when he saw that she was awake. He sat down on the side of the bed and bent to kiss her forehead.
“I imagine you’re feeling sore in several places, darling.”
“A little. Nothing too bad.”
“Why don’t you roll over and I’ll see if I can work out some of that soreness? I’ll be right back.”
Clíodhna turned over onto her stomach and laid her head on her pillow. Loki returned momentarily and folded down the covers, then sat next to her.
He spoke as he uncapped a bottle. “This is a blend of lavender and rosemary oils. It should help with the aches and any inflammation you may have.”
The scent filled the air around her as he rubbed his hands together, then placed his palms on her back. Working with confident, steady strokes, he massaged the oil into her back and shoulders, then down her arms. She could feel the soreness easing as he stroked, the oils and the warm pressure of his touch doing their job. She was positive he was also using his magic to make the soothing sensations penetrate even further, the warmth sinking deeply into her and leaving behind bliss where there had before been aches.
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Threesome, clone sex, double penetration (oral/vaginal and vaginal/anal), obviously that means there’s anal sex in the chapter as well!
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
When Clíodhna woke the next morning, she was very aware of the twinges in her muscles from the activities of the night before. Although Loki had been careful with her, she wasn’t used to holding a position like that for as long as she had. Her shoulders and upper arms held some residual soreness, as did her thighs. But the aches served as reminders of the delicious time she’d had, and she smiled as she began to gently stretch.
Loki sailed into the room, his eyes lighting up when he saw that she was awake. He sat down on the side of the bed and bent to kiss her forehead.
“I imagine you’re feeling sore in several places, darling.”
“A little. Nothing too bad.”
“Why don’t you roll over and I’ll see if I can work out some of that soreness? I’ll be right back.”
Clíodhna turned over onto her stomach and laid her head on her pillow. Loki returned momentarily and folded down the covers, then sat next to her.
He spoke as he uncapped a bottle. “This is a blend of lavender and rosemary oils. It should help with the aches and any inflammation you may have.”
The scent filled the air around her as he rubbed his hands together, then placed his palms on her back. Working with confident, steady strokes, he massaged the oil into her back and shoulders, then down her arms. She could feel the soreness easing as he stroked, the oils and the warm pressure of his touch doing their job. She was positive he was also using his magic to make the soothing sensations penetrate even further, the warmth sinking deeply into her and leaving behind bliss where there had before been aches.
It is symbolic of the vast unfairness of life that when a character is fortunate enough to have Loki they are almost always at some point blessed with another.
Bookstore owner Clíodhna Donovan always enjoys seeing her delectable customer Loki Laufeyson. A wealthy and prominent CEO of a Boston company, he’s kind to her and her staff, spends outrageous amounts of money on first editions (money that helps to keep her indie store afloat), and is stunningly attractive to boot. When he makes her a scandalous proposal, she wonders what will happen if she has the boldness to accept.
She’s about to find out.
Chapter Warnings: Threesome, clone sex, double penetration (oral/vaginal and vaginal/anal), obviously that means there’s anal sex in the chapter as well!
There is sexual content & explicit language in every chapter; specific warnings as needed. If I miss tagging or warning for something that warrants it, please message me or comment on the chapter so that I can add.
When Clíodhna woke the next morning, she was very aware of the twinges in her muscles from the activities of the night before. Although Loki had been careful with her, she wasn’t used to holding a position like that for as long as she had. Her shoulders and upper arms held some residual soreness, as did her thighs. But the aches served as reminders of the delicious time she’d had, and she smiled as she began to gently stretch.
Loki sailed into the room, his eyes lighting up when he saw that she was awake. He sat down on the side of the bed and bent to kiss her forehead.
“I imagine you’re feeling sore in several places, darling.”
“A little. Nothing too bad.”
“Why don’t you roll over and I’ll see if I can work out some of that soreness? I’ll be right back.”
Clíodhna turned over onto her stomach and laid her head on her pillow. Loki returned momentarily and folded down the covers, then sat next to her.
He spoke as he uncapped a bottle. “This is a blend of lavender and rosemary oils. It should help with the aches and any inflammation you may have.”
The scent filled the air around her as he rubbed his hands together, then placed his palms on her back. Working with confident, steady strokes, he massaged the oil into her back and shoulders, then down her arms. She could feel the soreness easing as he stroked, the oils and the warm pressure of his touch doing their job. She was positive he was also using his magic to make the soothing sensations penetrate even further, the warmth sinking deeply into her and leaving behind bliss where there had before been aches.
Oh wow, really shouldn’t have read that in public (fans self) uber-hot and masterfully written - I have enough issues keeping track of where everyone’s hands are when there are only two participants. Amazing work, thank you!
After chastising yourself, you quickly got dressed before making your way to Bucky’a room. You wanted to apologise again and clear the air not wanting dinner with everyone to be the next time you saw him. Making your way towards his room, you hoped you didn’t bump into Loki, he was the last person you wanted to see right now especially after the whole conversation in the elevator where he spoke in riddles and practically cheated on Darcy when he kissed you. Oh my gosh, he cheated. You then wondered how you’d tell Darcy, if she even deserved your decency after being with Loki in the first place. Arriving at Bucky’s room, you knocked the door before patently waiting for him to open it.
“One second.” You heard him call from the other side of the door before he opened it. “Y/n.”
“I’m so sorry.” You apologised, walking past Bucky and into the room not wanting everyone to hear your conversation. “I—” you began before seeing the state of Bucky’s bed. “Oh.” You said awkwardly spotting the bottle of lotion on the bedside table as well as the explicit magazine on the bed. “Sorry are you busy?”
“No.” He answered quickly, stepping past you before shoving the magazine under his pillow as if that would make this situation any less awkward.
“I don’t want to interrupt—”
“It’s fine.” He assured.
“I mean I could come back if you—”
“I already finished.” He blurted.
“Okay.” You replied slowly, avoiding his gaze.
“What did you want to say?” He prompted, catching your attention again.
“I’m so sorry about earlier. I love you Bucky I do but as a friend.” You spoke.
“Yeah.” He agreed with a smile “I don’t know what we were thinking earlier. I love you like that too doll although I wouldn’t mind a repeat.” He teased jokingly.
“Oh quiet you.” You laughed before presenting your hand “forgive me?”
“Nothing to forgive.” He grinned “come let’s go get some drinks.” He suggested, grabbing your hand.
You both made your way towards the bar downstairs. “Did you speak to Darcy?” Bucky questioned after a while of you both drinking.
You took a deep breath remembering your earlier encounter with Loki. How were you going to tell her about it?
“No.” You answered “why?”
“She has a few things she needs to explain.”
“Like what?” You asked, sipping your drink.
“Her and Loki aren’t together.”
“What?” You gasped, spitting out your drink.
“They’re not together together.” He clarified uselessly.
“Whattt?”
“He’s only with her to make you je—” he began but you couldn’t hear it, you were too focused on the sight of Darcy and Loki walking in, hand in hand. Your breath hitched when he dropped her hand instead placing his hand on the small of her back as he lead them both towards a table. He whispered something into her ear that made her giggle and you saw red. How dare he do this to her after he kissed you. He wasn’t going to ruin someone else’s life. You quickly downed your drink before standing up, ignoring Bucky calling after you.
“Y/n.” Loki greeted once you reached their table.
“Don’t y/n me.” You scoffed “after everything you said earlier, you’re here doing that with her in my face.” You saw Darcy wearing a confused expression and so you looked at her “sorry to break it to you but Lokis a bastard and he kissed me earlier so he’s also a cheat as well as an absolute cunt.” You exclaimed causing Darcy to put a hand over mouth.
“Y/n hear them out.” Bucky said, arriving at the table as he put a steadying hand on your arm.
“Hear them out?” You huffed, looking between the three of them. They began to speak as you felt a deep hurt rising inside of you. It was if they were teaming up against you. Like the walls were closing in on you. You tried to keep your breathing even as their voices blended into one. You blinked, wanting to rid yourself of the double vision.
“We’re not together.” Darcy insisted.
“Darcy is telling the truth.” Bucky defended.
“Y/n, are you alright?” Loki asked, standing up.
“CAN YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You yelled causing the three of them to fall silent as Loki sat back down. “I can’t hear when you’re all speaking over each other like a group of barbarians. One by one please, you have ten seconds, Loki you have five. Bucky you’re up.” You prompted Bucky to speak.
“Darcy and Loki aernt in a relationship in fact they’re only here to make you jealous” Bucky spoke quickly.
“And you knew?” You gasped feeling betrayed.
“I just found out.” He tried to justify.
“When?” You questioned through gritted teeth.
“Before.” He clarified knowing what you were referring to when you asked.
“Before. You were still gonna even though you knew their was a chance Loki still liked me.” You said as your lip trembled. Bucky was really willing to sleep with you with that knowledge. Prick.
“Love.” Loki interrupted.
“Shush you.” You said, pointing at Loki.
“Y/n—” Bucky began.
“You’re next.” You said, ignoring Bucky as you looked at Darcy.
“Loki has a lot of explaining to do I know that but please understand that we are not together y/n. He only loves you.” Darcy rushed, speaking hurriedly before taking a deep breath.
“Why do you all keep bringing up the L word, if Loki truly loved me he wouldn’t have done what he did.” You said as if Loki wasn’t in the room.
“I do love you please—” Loki spoke.
“And that’s your time up.” You interrupted before turning to leave, ignoring Loki calling after you as you fought to keep your tears hidden.
“I have been patient. Far too patient.” Loki opined, making his way towards you before standing infront of you. “You will hear me out and whatever you decide after is completely up to you, I’ll never bother you again if that’s what you want.” He insured.
“Fuck you.” You replied, pushing past him.
“Forgive me.” He sighed before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. So fucking strong for fuck sake, one of the many reasons you loved him.
“HELP! KIDNAP! HES KIDNAPPING ME!” You yelled as he carried you away.
“Shh.” He said, smile evident in his tone as he slapped the back of your thighs.
Bucky’s hands roamed the sides of your body as he kissed you deeply. You began undoing your robe before he stopped the kiss, pulling back from you.
“Y/n wait, I spoke to Darcy.” He began.
“I really don’t wanna hear that right now.” You stressed, lifting his top up before he lifted his arms, helping you with the action. Once he was topless, you began peppering kisses over his chest. He wanted to stop you, he needed to speak to you but in that moment he couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of your lips against his skin. Feeling your lips trailing lower, he stepped backwards.
“Y/n stop.”
“You don’t want me?” You spoke sadly, looking away from him mostly out of embarrassment. Bucky instantly regretted pausing your moments, in reality there was nothing he wanted more but his earlier conversation with Darcy was keeping him from claiming you. The sound of you sniffling shook him from his trance. What the hell he thought, pulling you towards him by the cord that kept your robe tied before pressing his lips to yours again. As your robe slowly unravelled, you felt Bucky’s skin against yours. You melted in his embrace, gasping into the kiss when you felt him pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss as he walked you backwards towards the bed. He practically threw you onto it before positioning himself above you. His lips travelled over your neck before he moved lower, placing soft kisses along your sternum as you closed your eyes. He cupped one of your breasts before flicking his tongue over your nipple causing you to open your eyes as you looked down, watching his actions. His other hand massaged the other one as he wrapped his lips around it, taking the erect bud into his mouth.
“Bucky.” You called out in ecstasy, hips beginning to slightly raise off of the bed.
“So pretty baby.” grinned, voice low as he looked up at you before releasing your breasts and once again travelling lower leaving open mouthed kisses down your abdomen. You didn’t even realise now naked you were until you felt Bucky opening your legs wider, exposing you to him. You felt the cold air against your core as Bucky kissed your inner thighs. There was no time to feel self conscious, Bucky’s mouth was already so close.
“Fuckk.” You moaned as he leisurely licked a stripe from your entrance before sucking on your clit. You began rocking your hips against his face as he circled your clit, eliciting small moans from you. Your hands lightly pulled at his hair causing him to groan against you sending vibrations straight to your core. Bucky wrapped his lips around your clit, continuing to suck on it as one of his fingers found your entrance. You praised him further feeling his finger entering you, curling inside as he continued to lap at your clit. You felt him humming against you in content as if he was feeling just as good as you were. “I’m soo closee, don’t stopp.” You begged, feeling yourself so close to the edge. Bucky’s tongue moved faster as his finger pumped in and out of you quicker, wanting to make you climax. Eyes tightly shut, your mind drifted to a memory you often thought back to every time you came.
“I’m so close sooo closee.” You moaned, desperately trying to buck your hips as Loki held you down, refusing to allow you to move as he ravaged you, his tongue nudging your clit as he used two fingers to enter you.
“Cum for me.” He commanded, lifting his head slightly as he continued moving his fingers in and out of you. Following his command, you let go, swimming in euphoria before Loki lowered his head again, drinking you in. He left you so pleasured, so sated. You were near unconscious from the blissful overstimulation.
Feeling the band snap, you gripped Bucky’s hair as you came, hips thrusting upwards as he continued to toy with your clit.
“Yesss Lokiii.” You moaned until you realised what you had said.
Bucky stopped his movements, eyes widening as he heard you.
“Ohmygosh.” You gasped as he sat up.
“Never gotten that one before.” He said awkwardly, running a hand through his hair.
“Ohmygosh Ohmygosh.” You continued, putting a hand over your mouth as you closed your legs, sitting up too.
“It’s fine. I know you’re not in love with me.” He chuckled.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, honestly.” He lied, standing up and retrieving his top before using it to wipe his face.
You quickly picked up one of the sheets on the bed, wrapping it around yourself as you stood up in front of Bucky who was avoiding your gaze.
“Bucky you are amazing and boy do you know how to use your tongue but—” you began.
“But I’m not him.” He sighed. Instead of answering, it was your turn to look down. “Thought so.” He mumbled, turning around.
“Wait!” You called after him “I’d be happy to return the favour I mean—you’re really hard.” You said, glancing down at his erection through his jeans.
Bucky cleared his throat, picking up a pillow from the bed and using it to cover his boner before he spoke.
“No, no it’s fine.” He assured, making his way to the door. “But you should hear Darcy out if you still have feelings for Loki.” He said before leaving. Hearing the door close, you let out an embarrassed shriek before collapsing into the bed. Fucking great!
Thankfully Kyle wasn’t dead although he probably wished he was after the injuries he sustained and the prison he was going to be locked up into. You had a bath, drowning your emotions, finally feeling free after such a long time being tethered to such a horrible man. Loki tried his hardest to comfort you which you appreciated, you appreciated it greatly. The rest of the team kept their distance knowing that you didn’t want to talk about everything right now. You were grateful for their understanding. By the time it was bedtime, you shifted uncomfortably in your short nightdress thinking about all the events that lead you to this moment before your mind drifted into Loki.
You wondered if the real Loki had the same thoughts and emotions as the cloned version of him he had deployed to comfort you. Surely they did. Surely Loki knew what happened, Loki must have been speaking through the clone. Regardless, you had to know plus you couldn’t bare sleeping alone, not tonight. Standing from your bed, you made your way to Lokis room still in your nightdress considering that it was dark so no one would properly be able to see you anyways. Once you reached his door, you gently knocked it before hearing a “come in” from him. Seeing you, Loki sat slightly straighter, closing the book he had open in his hands. Your eyes ran over his exposed chest as he sat against the headboard, his bottom half shielded by his duvet.
“How can I help you y/n? Is there something you need?” He asked, beginning to stand from the bed.
“No.” You quickly assured “can I—can I.” You started, gesturing to his bed.
“Of course, be my guest.” He welcomed, pulling the covers back before you made your way to the bed, settling in under the warm duvet.
“Thank you.” You smiled.
“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He replied quietly “I should have—.” He continued before you put your finger to his lips.
“No.” You uttered “you’re not going to blame yourself. I won’t let Kyle make you doubt yourself Loki.”
“But—” he argued before you decided to press your lips to his, silencing him. You surprised even yourself with the action, almost gasping when Lokis hand found the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue ran over the bottom of your lip before slipping past your tongue. You began moving on top of him, Loki helping you before you were straddling him. Breaking the kiss, you caught your breath back before you realised you were sitting on top of Loki who’s hands were caressing your bare upper thighs. You looked down at the movement, seeing the tips of his fingers disappearing underneath your dress before reappearing again. Your eyes widened remembering that you didn’t in fact have any underwear on which Loki clearly noticed too. Seeing your expression change, Loki instantly stopped his movements, scolding himself for allowing you both to get this far. Clearly this was not what you wanted.
“I am terribly sorry.” He apologised, moving you off of him before your hands found his shoulders, steadying yourself.
“Stop.” You implored.
“Y/n?”
“I want you Loki. I’m finally admitting it. I want you.” You smiled.
As much as Loki had wanted to hear those words, he didn’t believe them, he couldn’t.
“Y/n stop.”
“Loki no listen, I—I love you.” You confessed.
“Oh y/n.” He murmured before kissing you again “I’ve always loved you.” He spoke against your lips. The kiss grew more heated as you began rolling your hips against his thighs, feeling him hardening beneath you. You had to feel him. His lips began to travel over your neck before they explored down your chest as Loki absentmindedly helped guide your movements over him. When he heard you moaning his name in his ear, he realised what was happening. Pausing your movements, he grinned at you as he reached his hand down between you both and began rubbing over your clit with his thumb causing your head to fall back as you writhed above him.
“Yesss Loki.” You moaned, so close to the edge.
“You’re so nice and wet for me.” He praised “want me to fuck you until you cum?” He cooed leaving you practically begging for him to take you. He freed himself, stroking the tip of his cock over your wet folds, lubricating himself before he plunged into you, holding you against him. You adjusted to his size quickly considering how wet you were after grinding over him. Your lips found his again before you began to move on top of him. Once again, Loki was guiding your movements as you rode him. The sound of his grunts and your panting as well as the sinful wet sounds you were both producing filled the room as well as the aroma of sex. Loki spoke against your ear telling you how much he loved you, how beautiful you were and how lucky he was to be inside of you. It was rare for his lips to not be on your body as he kissed either your lips or your neck as he took you both to utopia.
When you both finally came, you bit into Lokis shoulder trying to stifle your moan. You continued to sit on top of him with him buried into you as he kissed you softly for a while, simply appreciating you. Finally pulling out, he made his way to the bathroom to fetch something to clean you with before you stood up, making your way to the bathroom too where you suggested you shower together. Loki didn’t refuse. The night was a long one filled with passion and the declaration of love.
The end x
A/N: I COMPLETELY ABANDONED THIS WHY DID NO ONE SLAP ME thought I’d write one final bit to conclude, hope you all enjoyed!!
Here I’ve linked my quick mini series fics that could probably be read in one night sometimes you just want that quick fic fix - longer than a oneshot but something you can quickly binge no promises that these are actually any good Loki x reader
Tony Stark throws a party and of course invites you, one of his dear friends. Half expecting the night to flow easily, you weren’t surprised when you spotted someone somewhere they shouldn’t be. Luckily Loki’s there to help.
Working as a SHIELD agent, you’re tasked with the chore of ‘babysitting’ Thors younger brother who is as annoying as he is handsome. Not only does he haunt you in the day, he evades your dreams too. Who knew hot and cold could mix so well together?
You’ve joined the Avengers to mostly mentor Loki whilst ensuring the rest of the team look good. After accusing Loki of being submissive as opposed to the dominant god he thinks he is, he vows to prove you wrong. Eventually he discovers you’re not who he thinks you are.
Y/n y/l/n is an upstanding citizen of todays society as well as her dad who she works alongside in their towns place of worship. All is well until an unexpected visitor pays her a visit in the hopes of contacting his father leaving y/n to either become a new friend of this visitor or perhaps the towns next victim.
Welcome to college where your roommate is Natasha and Bucky for some reason. You like to party and smoke Buckys exceptionally lovely plants as well as shacking up with none other than Thor AKA the hottest guy on campus who’s also your best friend until you finally start talking to his brother. Where was god hiding that one?
You’re a member of the most powerful team on earth - the avengers and yet you seem so inadequate in the face of your boyfriend Kyle who is far from loving unlike Loki. If only you could both see each other, really see eachother.
Summary: An armed plot calls the avengers together again, this time with the ineffective help of the god of mischief. Given the complexity of the case, SHIELD was forced to call a retired agent back to the field.
Warnings for this chapter: Curses, mentions of blood and guns, shooting.
His eyes were blue, as deep as the ocean itself. His skin was of a clean alabaster tone, unmarked, not a scar or blemish in sight. The black hair that hung down to brush his shoulders gleamed in the sunlight that shone behind him, as did the armor he wore.
His body was slim and he didn’t seem to be very strong, though judging from his posture and body language, he seemed to have an air of superiority, so he seemed threatening, but not necessarily strong.
“Do I know you?” he asked me, he seemed angry about something, “No, who are you?” he seemed very familiar, “Who else? You have the prince of Asgard before you, mortal” my silence made him rephrase, “Loki, god of mischief” oh, now I see why.
“Oh, cool, where can I find the others?” he widen his eyes, looking at me weirdly, “Four floors up, I’m coming there myself” I nodded, watching him coming in. I was absolutely right, he seemed like a bad person, however, not a bad man at heart.
“What?” I was staring and he noticed, shit! “Nothing, in your file you seemed with more muscle” he scoffed, “Did it looked blonde, in the picture?” I told him no, “Disappointed?” he leaned against the opposite wall, smirking, yet I knew he was hiding some insecurity.
“Not really” he seemed…surprised? But only for a moment. When the elevator’s bell chimed before the door opened, he shifted his body and vision straight into what it seemed to be a lounge.
The place was enormous, I had never seen a place that big, well, the stadium, but I mean like an apartment that huge.
“Ah, Reindeer Games, and…who are you girl? Thor will love this, Point Break! You brother finally has a girlfriend!” That was Tony Stark in all his nature, almost literally, he was just wearing a robe and he looked like he was just ran over.
“Brother!” A blonde buff man made himself present, holding a beer in his hand and a remote control in another, “Who’s this? A friend of yours?” Contrary to Stark’s tone, Thor seemed hopeful, not taking my presence as a way to mock the person beside me.
“Mister Odinson, I presume” the blonde nodded, a smile painted in his face, “Pleasure to meet you, may you be so kind to indicate where that son of a bitch, Fury, is at this moment?” I felt Loki’s stare, I turned to look at his amused expression before returning to the blonde prince, slightly annoyed for some reason.
“You should watch that mouth miss, what would your mother say?” His fucking one-eyed face appeared and I moved away from Loki. I sprinted and made myself very tiny, then grew again to hit Fury right under his chin, knocking him down to the floor.
“Speak Nicholas” I placed my heel right up in his chest, adding pressure so he wouldn’t dare to move, “Great punch, how about we gather everyone and then I’ll tell you everything?” Negotiating with me in that state would’ve been futile, but I was in no mood of a further drama, so with a sigh and a heavy groan I stepped away and allowed Tony to help Fury get up.
“How- how did you do that?” Thor rambled, dragging all his words, “I just can” my indifference felt cold in my mouth, he was just drunk and he really didn’t asked a prying question, “I really don’t know much about it, so like I said, I just can” his smile after I softened my tone made me feel better somehow.
I spent ten minutes waiting for the Avengers to gather in the room, along with Nick, the only sound echoing in the meeting room was my foot tapping the floor.
“Is it really necessary to have them all here? Can’t we just mail them the info?” I was growing out of patience, and fast.
“You will be on a team, you must include the team, you’re not going to do this alone Y/n” he paced.
“Why not? They’re gonna slow me down, and besides, you’ll be sending them to their deaths!” Slamming the table did no good, he was annoyed, he doesn’t bend the arm when he’s like that.
“They defeated Thanos” and yet he spoke as serenely as he could, I didn’t held back on what I thought, one of the reasons I was fired quit SHIELD.
“Who you think made the Black Order, dipshit? Those warriors that fought for Thanos that almost got Maximoff and The Vision killed?” I put emphasis on Vision. Those warriors were the very elite of killers, courtesy of that monster.
“And you think you have more chance to defeat him on your own?!” His booming voice made me flinch in my seat, he then pinched his nose in annoyance and walked towards me and held my hand, “I know you have a problem with heroes, but give them a chance, you’ll be free of your burden soon enough”.
That’s what I wanted, to finally get rid of all that weight that has been making me take the wrong choices, his death will be my ticket to an endless relaxation..at last.
But…
“If you knew as well as you say, you wouldn’t force me to work with them”.
I don’t work with “heroes”.
The next thirty minutes were mainly Captain America explaining why I was there to begin with, not because it was a big story or anything, but because they wouldn’t shut up! It was a disaster.
“Okay, ENOUGH!” My voice made them turn to look at me, the only not surprised for my outburst was Fury, I think he saw it comming.
“YOU DON’T GET IT! We’re dealing with a mastermind in genetics and neuroscience, this son of a bitch can bring people form the fucking dead! Doctor Jasper Rosario is a fucking genius, he makes everyone look like a retarded baby, so to speak. He’s dangerous, vicious, he doesn’t feel empathy, and won’t stop at anything to get what he wants” I was at the verge of tears, but I managed to control myself.
“Then what does he want exactly?” Natasha asked, her tone was soft and understanding, but serious at the same time, it was oddly comforting.
“That’s what scares me the most, he has no pattern, no signs of achieving anything specific, he’s random and unpredictable, there’s no way to catch up with him. When you least expect him, he already turn the game to his favor”
“And how do you know this much about this Dr. Rosario?” Tony asked suspiciously, “Because I was on a mission when Dr. Rosario kidnapped and killed my brother and father”.
A dead silence took over, they had looks of pity and understanding, but I didn’t need that, “I want his head, there’s no place safe in the universe if he breathes, so when the moment comes I want none of you to stand in my way, or else you’ll join him”.
It wasn’t a threat, but a warning, once I have him in my range, I have no idea what I’ll do to him, or to those around me, so it’s better that they stay away from me as possible.
“Mischief, I’ve been told that you can teleport” I could see his nervousness before he changed it for a cheeky grin, “I can, want me to show you?” I blinked and he was behind me, holding my hand in his, interlacing his fingers with mine as he finished the phrase.
“I think this abilities of yours could be very useful in this particular case, would you care to join?” He hummed, thinking, or at least pretending to.
“Why should I help you, little mortal?” I could handle mortal, but not little, his attitude was infuriating, “Because you owe me, I saved your life” time for him to make up for that incident.
He looked at me rather confused, so before he could ask I answered his doubt, “The shooter in the helicopter, he was about to shoot you, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be here today” and also that caused my early retirement.
“You fool, I’m a god, I can’t be injured by your weapons–” I took out my gun and shot at his hand, making a pretty wound, “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, YOU WHORE!” He yelled, having let out a cry of pain. When he more or less calmed down, he stared indignantly at all the blood dripping from the wound for a moment before I could answer him.
"To prove my point, you bleed, you’re as mortal as any of us. I saved your life, now it’s time to return the favor, or is it that you have no honor…your majesty?” His wound healed itself, leaving no mark, reluctantly he took my hand and squeezed it a couple times before bringing it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on my knuckles.
“I will help you, but once he’s dead, we’re done” he looked down to my eyes, he was obviously angry, but his smirk was… distracting? I couldn’t read his emotions, so I just imitated his smirk, “Fair enough”.
LOKI
There was this, impulse, my eyes fell to her lips, I felt so compelled to close our distance and kiss her, not very sure why, but I wanted to…Needed to.
Summary: An armed plot calls the avengers together again, this time with the ineffective help of the god of mischief. Given the complexity of the case, SHIELD was forced to call a retired agent back to the field.
Warnings for this chapter: Curses, mentions of blood and guns.
*Ok so before everything, yes, all the avengers are alive, let’s just pretend that, ok? and yes it will be 2021 after Thanos and all that mess, enjoy (And yes, I am aware that those are not the cannon dates, but let’s go this way k? Trust me)*
Someone, anyone who heard it, would say “I’m sorry” or “My condolences”, that day nobody said shit, they just watched the crate of a boy of no less than thirteen years old go down into the dark hole to be covered by dirt.
No one cried for him, they couldn’t, my father didn’t like senseless emotions like pity or anger, that’s why he kept making me and my sister happy, “Happy as a clam” he used to say, all the fucking time. In the long run, it gets boring, emotions are something natural, something strictly linked to our most primitive instincts, the moment I opened my mouth to say something about it, it all started.
2012.
It was so weird.
That morning at 6:30, I stretched out and got out of bed to start the day, took a shower, chose a more or less simple outfit, ate an absolutely unhealthy breakfast, because I had leftover donuts from last night, and headed out.
My job was pretty simple, get behind the moldy desk, pretend to organize some documents and complete mission reports while I kept people away from hacking the system, along with three other agents. All tasks that required a steady hand to write, as Maria Hill called it the day I started to work.
Not that I didn’t enjoyed it, because I did, but my set of skills were enough to be a field agent, not some sort of paper-tidying doll with a cold, lifeless gaze, as most of the people who worked in the office had.
But that wasn’t the weird thing about that day.
To sum it up, Maria came to my desk and asked me to follow her to the roof, she looked very hurt and the smell of blood and sweat would attract attention, so I thought it would be better not to question her and follow her to the helicopter that was flying, more like hovering, over the roof.
“Get inside!” She screamed over the noise of the engines, I ran taking care of my head from the propellers and jumped into a seat, quickly fastening all possible seatbelts.
“What the hell is going on!” I caught her attention with the confused stare I shot at her.
“I’ll explain when we get there!” heard her through the headphones a man gave me and nodded in response. The city looked so pretty from up high, but you really didn’t had time to appreciate it, “Pretty weird seeing you without being glued to Fury’s leg, is he dead or something?” you yelled, earning a disapproval look from her and a soft giggle from the man next to you.
“He’s busy gathering the Avengers, we have a situation and I require stealth” Obviously I wasn’t going to fall for her lies, with a single arch of an eyebrow I made her spill the beans, “Barton was kidnapped” she confessed, “So replacement, I don’t feel at all offended” she sighed and handed you a classic yellow folder with the name ‘Loki’ written on it.
“Loki? Like the Norse god? Terrorists are so creative these days” settling the files on my lap I stared at the weapon, a scepter with a shiny rock, “No, he’s the actual god, a lunatic from outer space…literally” I gave her a confused look as I went through the little info they had about him, plus a few pictures.
“We’re holding him in a cell, but I have a hunch” she explained, “Too easy” she nodded and I knew, something was definitely up.
“This is everything on him so far, right?” I asked, there were a few side notes provided by his brother Thor, but weren’t really useful to loosen up the knot in my stomach.
‘Trickster god, now that’s reassuring. He looks like a well grown man, but if the reasons for this show are what appears here then there’re dealing with a brat that requires a good old fashioned beating’ I thought passing two fingers over my lips in a thoughtful way.
“What did you need me for again?” I questioned while handing her back the folder.
“I–” She was cut off by an explosion sound, it was deafening but thanks to the headphones it stopped midway. Part of the helicopter door to my left was destroyed and wide open.
In the sky, I saw SHIELD’s Helicarrier, along with several planes firing at the engines. Nothing came out of my mouth more than a gasp. “Y/N!” barely heard Maria scream my name. And then I saw the reason, part of my seat almost hung from the screws that held it to the helicopter, but I did not care that I was in danger of death, something in the distance caught my attention.
I was watching the man in the photos jump towards a transporter, his clothes appeared to be green adorned with gold. And he looked buff and tall. That much I could appreciate due to the distance. I noticed him how he stopped midway, a red dot appearing on his forehead.
“Motherfucker!” exclaimed a soldier next to me, aiming his gun at Loki, no second thoughts, I just unfastened my seatbelt and jumped on him, the shot bounced off the metal until it was lost in the air. When my eyes went back to the helicopter, the transporter’s gate was closed and it was taking off. My mouth fell agape.
What the fuck did I do?
“What were you thinking?! Agent Harper had Loki in his shooting range, and if not for your impertinence and insubordination he would not have escaped!” Fury yelled as he paced in his command center.
“There was something off with him, besides how dare you suppose that simple bullets would kill a god? you have to think about this more calmly” he turned around and scoffed, “We don’t have time to think about it, Loki has an army coming” images about a device started showing on the screens.
“Sir I—” he cut me off, “Y/n, for years you’ve been a remarkable agent, a loyal soldier, a good friend” he put his hand on my shoulder as he softened his tone in the end, “But you let yourself be pushed around by your own impulses, and that’s something I cannot have in war” I know exactly where he was going, “Were gonna have to let-“ before he could finish that sentence I shot him something that at least would put some extra money in my pocket, “I quit, and I demand due to years of service my right to retirement”.
The check-in agents took my chip away and handed me a box with some books and the cushion I had on my chair. It was a shitty situation, but this kind of incident had already happened in the past, despite my good performance, I did let myself go.
The idiot I had let go caused a literal war in the district I lived in, when I got to my apartment, the building was destroyed by a huge monster that crushed the roof and literally everything in front of me right after I opened the door.
But at that time? I didn’t give a fuck about it. I just turned around and let the actual agents deal with it.
BUT! Before I even realized it, it was April 2021, I was about to turn twenty-five years old in just ten days. “Agent Y/N Ora Rivers” but that motherfucker in the blue starred suit had to appear at my door, “No” I closed the door in the face of Captain America, because fuck it! “Miss Y/N, I really need to” his voice was like honey, but there was no way in hell I would go back, “NO! IT’S BEEN NINE FUCKING YEARS!!” I yelled against the door, “Miss Y/N! You’re needed back in SHIELD, there’s been a situation” I heard him try to sound convincing, “It’s about some issue with mutants, Fury told me you would know more about it”.
In that moment, that spark I had nine years ago, the adrenaline, the rage…It all came back.
“Move stipes, and radio everyone and tell them I’m in no mood for any bullshit” he tilted his cap out of curtsey and lead me to the jet just casually parked in the middle of my field, “Fucking great” I said getting in and taking one of the seats, one without a window.
“No window view?” he asked while sitting in front of me, my lack of response made him clear his throat and start with another option. “Steve Rogers, pleasure to meet you” I shook his hand, sadly I couldn’t be nicer to him, that couple of sentences regarding Fury and the whole thing happening, got me pretty on edge.
Cap never said a word after that, I think he thought I’d have to calm down before meeting with the team, I appreciated the gesture, but it wasn’t like he was very talkative per se, even after the plane dropped us off at the airport. He didn’t say much, other than ‘this way’ when he was about to make a wrong turn on the way out of the gate.
I felt very nervous about everything that was happening, on the one hand I was going to go back to work, but on the other hand, maybe my suspicions about who was causing an Avengers level threat could be right, that scared me.
Perhaps he noticed, because from one second to the next, the captain’s hand moved to my shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking the material of my shirt.
I smiled at him; he wasn’t going to get more than that.
“I have to fix a couple of things on the second floor, go straight to the last one, I’ll catch up with you in a bit” she pressed the button that said 'penthouse’ and got off at the second floor, just like he said.
I went up without any problem, I even thought that I had a decent meeting with my new companions and that stupid Fury, until the damn elevator door opened.
Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Waking up together, you and Loki make up for lost time with some well earned intimacy. But after returning to Asgard once more, he finds the net of suspicion growing tighter as Thor, Sif, and the warriors three begin to take notice and turn their attention further to him. Later, while you confess a little to Muninn, Loki also faces the self realization of his own deepening emotion.
Warnings:*contains smut* This chapter includes sex, mention of masturbation, ejaculation, and Loki wanting the reader to show a little more confidence/dominance in bed.
Just as every time before, Loki again woke before you. In the silence, he could even hear the soft sounds of the snow still falling lightly against the cabin’s roof. Only that and your soft breathing beside him.
As he shifted he could also feel just the slightest remnants of sand against the mattress, scraping his skin. Something he’d probably just have to get used to he thought, now looking back over at you.
The dull remnants of last night’s headache still remained, but far weaker and entirely manageable as he felt his normal mental clarity had returned. He’d left the doors to his quarters in Asgard locked before leaving last night. And those at the palace could all assume he was still sleeping off that alcohol fueled haze, buying him a little more time now.
But borrowed time was all it was. Though it was still so strange. Never would have he expected to find anything or anyone in Midgard that he was willing to work for in this way. To scheme and plot incessantly it felt like these days just to try and make this all work out in his favor.
Was he actually still afraid though? Was that really what it was? Fear that something so unexpectedly found, could be all the easier lost? Of course, initially when he’d thought of all the ways this could go wrong, there was always someone else to blame.
Odin primarily if his Father would not accept the relationship. Possibly Thor if his brother would somehow charm you in that inexplicable way of his, just as he had already taken their family’s and their people’s attention without even trying.
But for the very first time, Loki was having new, rogue thoughts.
Because what if it was only himself? What if he was the one that would fail to know how to capture this? What if he didn’t know how to maintain it? That had never been a concern before.
People had entered his bed in the past, and they had left it. He never missed them. He might miss the feeling. But if he ever did, he just found another. It was all the same.
But what happened when he didn’t want another? What in the gods’ names did someone do then? He did not like that new uncertainty. Not at all.
He’d fantasized about you one day standing beside his throne before now, yes. But fantasies were often fleeting. And just claiming a trophy was not the same as this, whatever this was. A foreign sense, almost comparable to dread was now creeping into his mind as he looked at your sleeping face.
Yet he refused to be a coward either. His pride competing with his uncertainty as he grazed his hand down the side of your cheek. He wouldn’t make the same mistake of yesterday morning at least. He wouldn’t wait so long to the point that he’d have to rush back to Asgard wholly unfulfilled again.
No, he felt you’d now slept long enough, his hand then tracing further down your naked form beside him as he leaned in to begin kissing your neck.
Yet even with the touches, you only shifted slightly. Closer to him even instead of away as he smirked despite himself against your skin. How anyone could sleep so deeply, he did not know. Were you really so trusting?
Did you trust him?
You hadn’t initially. He knew this as he remembered that first day he’d ever seen you. As you hid behind those trees with your spear clutched, yet wholly to him looking like you’d never once driven the weapon through anyone at all.
You were nervous he thought, especially when his illusion had caught you off guard. He’d known right away that you weren’t human, but he wasn’t sure what else you really were as he’d only wanted you to leave then. He’d been so annoyed to find that even in the barren wilds of Midgard, that he would still run into any other being so quickly.
It was strange to think now that maybe in some minuscule way he really did owe Odin and Thor for that chance encounter though.
He’d been infuriated at them, after Father’s very public declarations which had all but cemented Thor’s path to the throne. Loki had felt he was going to do something he may actually regret if he hadn’t left Asgard then and there to go cool down. And he’d been so concerned that Thor would only follow, Midgard had just been the first place he’d thought to blurt out to Heimdall. The last place Thor would guess, somewhere in the south as well where he wouldn’t have to run into any of those who still worshipped either his father or brother.
Yet all that seeming idle rage had just put him on a direct course to you. But he knew there were so many who still believed only in the predetermined. That everything was already fated and all would always transpire just as it should.
Loki still vehemently refused these notions however. He wanted to take credit for the things he’d earned. Never did he wish to be only a puppet on a string to higher powers. If he could keep you, it would solely be because he was worthy.
And that was always a secret at his core. How badly he wanted to be worthy.
His touches grew more insistent at that. His palm splaying low on your abdomen as he kissed even harder at your throat. And when he felt you move, he even started to suck at that skin, hoping to leave marks as one of your hands tightened on his arm.
“Loki?” You’d asked sleepily at last.
Yet he pulled back enough to taunt in return. “And what would you do if it were not?” A darkly funny thought really. He’d never yet seen you be truly violent, as he didn’t count any of those instances with the mortals. That was only like swatting flies. You hadn’t even been angry. And it intrigued him to imagine you actually fighting someone, anyone. Did you even know how?
But he didn’t really give you time to answer him either. Now knowing you were finally awake, he moved over you to kiss your mouth instead. Deeply, as he took advantage of you both already being nude beneath the blanket as he started to slide himself back and forth against you.
He didn’t miss that little moan you gave against his mouth either, pleased to know you could be so responsive even just upon waking.
Even though he’d only teased you the other day about self soothing in his absence, he would love to know if you’d ever pleasured yourself while thinking of him. Did you ever fall asleep imagining him between your legs, or wake up envisioning this very thing?
He was already growing hard at just the feel of your body against his, and now these added hypothetical thoughts of you still needing him even when alone. He had no qualms about admitting it himself. Those times he’d laid in his bed in Asgard, legs open and thrusting into his own hand as he’d envisioned you. It would make no sense to just sit there and suffer when the urges could be dealt with with a little imagination.
As it was now though, his hand concerned itself with the very real woman right in front of it as he started to rub his fingers between your legs. He’d never asked if you’d actually been a virgin before that first time he’d claimed you. He remembered some comment you’d made about your own intimacies being closer to never.
Yet it didn’t matter of course. Virginity was more just a concept than any real world value, especially to him. But he thought he was right in his sense that you were inexperienced at least. Which did stroke his ego as well to hope he was giving you pleasure beyond whatever you’d previously known.
And you did get wet easily he’d found. The amount of foreplay he gave you was more to stretch out the time together, even if he could already tell you were ready for him as smoothly as his fingers slid inside you then. It was a balance surely, not letting things be over too quickly, but also being so hard already himself and wanting to be inside you.
But he still delayed his own need, working his fingers methodically, trying to get that tell tale tremble to go through your legs. Those nerves were so sensitive he knew. Of course, it could be said that he had a very unfair advantage over other men in that arena, as obviously he’d practiced in his own female form many times as well.
He knew exactly how it could feel. How it did feel to get that stimulation. And he smiled as you moaned a little again, though maybe in time you’d learn to be louder for him. There was still a bit of shyness and pride there most likely, you holding back somewhat from what felt so good.
Yet he had got you going that night in the cave. Calling him “King”, telling him to fuck you. You’d just been trying to say what you thought he wanted to hear he was sure, but it hadn’t mattered for as good as it had still sounded coming out of your mouth.
He wondered how you would respond though, if it was him begging for you. He liked the idea as he now started to finally rub the tip of his erection against your entrance. He certainly didn’t have to fake anything on his own side though, knowing he must have that needful expression on his face by now for how badly he wanted to hurry and sheath himself inside you.
But he didn’t, instead grabbing hold of you to roll the two of you so he was now on his back with you straddling over the top of him. His swollen member now helpless against your stomach.
“Come on-” He groaned, almost calling you by your real name, though just barely stopping himself as Muninn was still here. He knew last night, even drunk as he’d been, he’d never actually called you a goddess or uttered your name in front the creature. And that was only for your protection.
But otherwise, let that spy dare bring news of this to Odin as Loki bucked a little beneath you, intentionally making a shameless moan as his cock scraped your abdomen roughly. And he did not miss the surprise on your face as he did so. He wanted you to ride him now, to let you control the force and the speed.
He knew you understood too. You weren’t that naive. But the hesitation in you was evident, making him have to speak further.
“Please,” He growled, honestly that desperation in his own voice triggering him even more. He did like this, the little role reversal. And oh, how many different games the two of you could play whenever you were finally more comfortable with him. No, he didn’t think any bedroom with you in it could ever become boring for him.
“Loki,” You had breathed in return, and he could hear that arousal permeating your own voice as well. It made his name sound so good, he wanted to hear it again and again even as he watched you lift yourself over him, blanket now thrown back and out of the way.
The view was exquisite. Watching you sink down onto him, feeling how tight it then was inside you as it took all his willpower to not immediately begin thrusting.
He was breathing harder now, trapped between your legs and loving it as you shifted, still trying to get accustomed to his width and length again before you would really start to move.
He still didn’t mind encouraging you though, guiding one of your hands then to splay it on his chest, wanting you to press down on him to steady yourself.
“Go on,” Loki all but begged. He could see that needful look returned in your own eyes however as you finally began to pump your hips.
Soft and rhythmic at first, he looked to the ceiling as his fingers dug into the outside of your thighs and he bit into his own lip at the torturously slow sensation. But this kind of delayed gratification was a torture he’d gladly accept an infinite amount of times over.
A reflexive gasp escaped him though as you suddenly raised up and slammed back down on him. Gods. Yes, that was the way.
“Harder,” He pleaded, your hand on his chest pushing into his sternum now almost as hard as your hips were moving against him.
Over and over, your bodies hitting together. He heard you hiss through your teeth though, his length finally hitting at a harsh enough angle to cause you real pain. But it would only have been your own doing, as he was still staying as still as he could.
Yet at the sound he forced his torso up, even then with your fingernails scraping down his chest as your hand slid down. He raised himself up enough to reach one of your breasts, mouthing it roughly and kissing it to distract you from the pain.
That elicited another real sound of pleasure from you before the hip thrusting started all over again, and you pushed him back against the bed with both your hands.
He grinned as his back hit the bed again. But you followed him down, your chests then colliding as you kissed him, still on top of him, still sliding him in and out so roughly between your legs.
And he couldn’t help it, grabbing you possessively, not letting you back up as the two of you kissed and he bit your tongue lightly then. This is what he wanted as he felt himself already so close to orgasm.
Some tiny, distant voice of reason reminded him he’d already been careless twice in his overwhelming desire for you however. Once at the cave, and then again in the forest that first night the two of you had come to this village. He’d given you his seed both times, wanting to feel you to the very last moment instead of pulling out.
He knew nothing of Olympian biology and if it was even compatible with that of an Asgardian to be true. Never before had he heard of a half breed between the races. But as young as you both were, it was certainly not something he would really wish to keep risking. He had zero interest in siring heirs when he had yet to claim the throne for himself of course. He’d have to be as old as Odin before he’d even consider it, not wanting to deal with more possible usurpers to his own ambitions.
And as he felt that release building in him, reason did finally win out and he all too reluctantly forced you back. Even as he continued to kiss you, he just used his hands to hold back your hips. Keeping him from reentering you as he did the last thrusts on his own, sliding against the skin of your stomach once more before he came on you both.
In the aftershocks of his orgasm he didn’t even care about the warm, sticky mess then between you. He just laid back, panting a little as he looked up in your eyes.
But he could see that little bit of question there as he smiled in what he knew was just an intentional play at arrogance on his part, his hands still rubbing your hips gently. “What, dear? As excellent an example of breeding stock as I am, I don’t think we’re quite ready for that burden do you?”
You gave a weak laugh though, and he knew you hadn’t even considered that full potential really, just as caught in all this as he was. But you must not have minded the mess much either, just laying back down on him afterward as you rest your head against him.
And it was so tempting to just stay that way, his arms then moving back around you. If only the both of you really could. But the realms weren’t quite ready for this power couple that he was already envisioning the two of you to be.
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As you finally stood again to pull your dress back on, you didn’t worry about any of the remnants of Loki still on your abdomen. You’d have plenty of time to go bathe in the sea once he was gone again, which would be happening in only a few moments unfortunately. You’d both lingered together in bed as long as you could have, but he now had to return to his palace once more.
He’d already dressed himself again as well, using his magic to pull his clothing back from the floor and onto his body in the proper order quite quickly.
“What are you going to do with him?” You’d finally said though, eyeing the all too quiet chest on the floor with some concern. If the bird had passed on sometime in the night, you weren’t going to forgive yourself for not intervening sooner. But Loki had been so adamant that Odin’s ravens were far more resilient than you knew.
“Just keep him here for now.” Loki answered with all the emotion of someone commenting on the weather as he fussed a little more with straightening out his cloak that’d gotten wrinkled from being in a pile the night before.
“Oh, so I can be blamed by Odin if he dies?” You retorted, before thinking further. “Or by you if he escapes?”
Loki smirked at you, one you thought was meant to be charming, though you did realize he now seemed in a far better mood than he’d been in the night before. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” He promised.
Your eyebrow raised in an entirely disbelieving expression.
But Loki just continued. “And he can’t fly until his wing regenerates. It will at some point. But it’ll still take time. So guess who gets yet another new pet?”
“How lovely.” You answered with fake appreciation. “But won’t they come looking for him?”
“Oh those two can wander the realms for weeks before they check in again. They don’t come back until they have something they think Odin would wish to know. I’m sure in the real olden days it was daily, but with mostly peace in the realms again, there really isn’t much new to report now is there?”
“You have an answer for everything don’t you?” You kept on, though realizing it entirely futile.
He moved closer then though, just smiling still, “I have to go.”
And maybe it was only more manipulation, conning you into complying once more, but he actually leaned forward and kissed you. It was different though. Gentle, almost…caring?
But over just as quickly as he then walked for the door. “Do remember he does bite. And watch what you say around him. He never forgets any information until he’s delivered it to the Allfather.”
A bit late for that you thought. But maybe Loki truly didn’t care. Or every rude and awful thing he’d already said around the poor bird was really how he always spoke to him anyway in Asgard. Either way, this was not comforting to you in the least.
“Goodbye.” Was all you could think to say, still unsure how your previously, relatively uneventful life had now become as complicated as this.
But he actually said it back, a little look back at you before he closed the door, teasing that nickname purposefully again. One he must not think Muninn would be able to use against you at least. “Goodbye, Kærr. I’ll return when I can.”
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Asgard, later that day
“I’m telling you something is going on.” Sif reiterated, arms crossed as they all remained gathered in the courtyard, now watching as Fandral and Hogun paired up for the next sparring match.
Fandral glanced over at her, right away barely dodging Hogun’s mace Hridgandr as he raised his shield. “So Loki’s sneaking around. What of it? That’s-” He grunted, almost getting knocked off balance as he had to sidestep again before plunging ahead with his sword. “That’s what snakes do.”
“Mind your tongue, that is my brother you speak of.” Thor warned, albeit with his feet now kicked up as he sat on the nearby ledge. His head still throbbed enough from last night, he now winced a little every time one of their weapons bounced loudly off the other’s shield.
“He does take the form of a serpent quite frequently.” Volstagg offered though. “Bugger got in my helmet once. Hah, but joke was on him. We’d just gotten back from Vanaheim and I hadn’t seen a bath in three weeks! Never seen a creature come back out so fast!”
“Ugh,” Fandral and Thor replied simultaneously.
“The maids said his quarters were locked all the way until after midday food in the hall.” Sif just continued, “And he was acting so strange yesterday morning, even for him, he-”
“Well what would Loki care for midday feast? Skin and bones that boy.” Volstagg interrupted.
And Fandral questioned, landing another near strike against Hogun. “Which maid said that? Helga or Ulfid?”
Yet Sif tried to ignore the both of them. “I’m saying I think he’s been going somewhere else, he-”
“Well where were you and Thor last night?” Fandral just interjected again.
Sif’s tone changed to an even deeper annoyance at that, quickly defending. “I was in my quarters.”
“As was I!” Thor answered all too fast, but then realizing his mistake, tried to backpedal just as quickly. “I mean, I was in my quarters of course, not Sif’s.” He chuckled a little nervously, intentionally looking away from everyone then.
Yet Sif just rolled her eyes, “And where were you, Fandral?”
But Fandral smirked provocatively, “With the maids, Helga and Ulfid of course. That’s why I asked which you’d spoken to. I left my belt and I need to fetch it back, I-”
Sif raised her hands. “Gods. Just stop. I don’t want to know.”
“You talk too much,” Hogun cut in at Fandral, sweeping the chain of the mace under the other’s feet then and laying him decidedly on his ass. Yet Hogun only continued after, already offering a hand to help Fandral back up. “Why do you not just ask Loki? See what lie he gives and investigate from there.”
Thor came back in at this though, that little tone of defensiveness returning. “But why does he have to be lying? Maybe he really was at the library yesterday, maybe he had a hangover today? It could be the truth!”
And at that every single one of them looked pointedly at Thor.
He stared back at them, defiant by nature, but at the same time withering slightly under the combined judgement of all his friends. “Okay, yes. He likes to bend the truth at times. But he’s my brother and I’d like it if we could stop gossiping about him. Are we warriors or are we maidens?”
And at Sif’s resulting death stare, Thor cleared his throat, but still continued. “Gossipy maidens…you know, like the maids, not like you of course, Sif!”
But Fandral raised his rapier again at that. “Now wait just a minute, you keep Helga and Ulfid’s honor out of this. Sif is the one so worried for some reason.” He looked to her tauntingly. “Keeping a watch on Loki now, Sif? What, do you fancy him all of the sudden? They say opposites can attract after all.”
Thor looked only further distressed at this, even as Sif spun instantly, drawing her own sword. “Alright, move Hogun, Fandral’s mine!”
Volstagg just spoke up cheerfully though, pointing across the courtyard then. “Oh look, there’s Loki now. Let’s just ask and put an end to this here and now, yeah?”
Fandral smiled, looking over as well. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear, lads.”
“He’s not the devil.” Thor chided lowly, now hopping off the ledge to come to standing. He cupped his hands around the sides of his mouth though, then calling out loudly all the way across the large courtyard. “Brother! Hey!”
The lean figure in the black and green leather paused suddenly at that. He’d only been using one of the open air corridors that bordered the courtyard. Several books in his hands when he’d had no choice but to turn his attention towards that bellowing call.
Thor brightened a little to see Loki then striding towards them a few moments later, the thunder god wanting to have this subject done and over with.
“Yes?” Loki just asked with little emotion though as soon as he’d stopped in front of them all.
This actually caught Thor off guard a little however, expecting something more sarcastic possibly, or maybe even a reprimand for screaming across the entire courtyard to start with.
“How are you feeling?” Thor just asked abruptly though, as usual having no real plan and just blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Loki’s eyebrows did furrow at this though. “I’m…fine? Am I supposed to be otherwise?” He responded.
“Well, uh, I didn’t know. I heard you almost missed the beginning of the victory celebrations yesterday. Which you gave a mighty fine speech at by the way.” Thor tended to compliment others when nervous, but he just continued awkwardly. “And then this morning, you were all holed up in your quarters through half the day. So I just wanted to make sure, as we know you usually rise with the sun.”
Loki gave a brief glance to all of them before just looking back to Thor. “I lost track of time while in the library yesterday morning, my apologies, brother. And after last night’s lengthy celebrations I still had quite a headache long into this morning. I kept to my quarters with a few books that I’d checked out the other morning. I was only on my way to return them now.”
Thor smiled, also looking to the others before giving Loki a pat on the shoulder. “Well, we won’t keep you then. Thank you, brother.”
“Always,” Loki only returned the smile, giving a little nod before walking back away.
The group waited until he was well out of earshot and completely out of sight.
“Well, he’s plotting something. Sif was right.” Fandral mused.
“You see. If you’d only listen to me the first time.” She agreed.
But Thor seemed surprised at their interpretation, “What? No. He literally just said-”
“Said with a smile,” Fandral countered.
“And with extreme politeness,” Volstagg added.
“He might just be in a good mood today!” Thor tried to argue back.
But Fandral gave him a sympathetic look. “Thor, my good man, he’s your brother, yes. We understand. But he did not come across his own title by happenstance. The god of mischief just walked away from us with a smile on his face. There’s some sort of trickery now afoot, I assure you.”
Thor crossed his arms, giving them all a displeased look, still very reluctant to agree. “And you propose we do what then?”
“Reconnaissance.” Fandral said simply.
“Oh, a scouting mission. We haven’t had a proper one of those in a while!” Volstagg replied with a little excitement.
“We could speak to the librarian. Ask how often he’s really been in there?” Sif offered.
“And next time he doesn’t come out in the morning, we take an excursion across the balconies to see if anybody is really home.” Fandral continued, sounding quite sure that this would be a fun idea.
Thor still looked troubled though as he glanced to Hogun. “Do you have any words in the matter, friend?”
Hogun looked unimpressed as usual, but shrugged a little. “It will be good training. We have fought many physical battles recently. But not all battles are fought so plainly. Subterfuge is another component of war. To which I agree…in that, your brother excels far above yourself.”
“That’s because Thor is honest!” Sif defended.
“I only state the truth as well.” Hogun countered, though not offended.
Fandral raised his sword, pointing it to the sky symbolically. “Then it’s decided by democratic process. We shall commence operation ‘Catch a Snake’ posthaste!”
“Can we not at least name it something else?” Thor complained, yet knowing well when he’d already been overruled.
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Midgard, that night
You had a few bruises on your hands from this long process of trial and error today, but it wasn’t terrible as you spoke to him softly yet again.
“Now, Muninn. You have to drink at least.” You had managed to finally pick him up out of the chest around midday, which is where most of the bites had come from. You’d just gone back to the sea ever so briefly before to clean yourself up, and brought back a little raw fish for him that he’d refused to eat and you’d had to throw it back out.
You’d also found some rudimentary wooden cups and bowls in another little holding chest as well though. So you’d gotten freshwater from the stream in one of the bowls as you now tried to offer it to him.
Every time you got too close with the bowl though, he’d just try to flap away from you. Usually falling over back onto the bed pathetically with his one working wing as you now sat there with him.
“Listen, I know I’ve already said this many times. But I’m not going to harm you. I don’t like this any more than you do, really. Yet, it’s not my place to tell one of Odin’s sons what to do. Surely you can sympathize a little? You must know the inner workings of Odin’s palace and the power structure there better than anyone.”
But the bird only fluffed up again, giving you that same irritable look he’d given most the day.
You had nowhere else to be right now though, then just laying down patiently on the bed as you propped yourself up with your elbows and watched him.
“Are you cold?” There was no insulation to speak of in the dwelling, and now with the snow laid thick on the outside, you could feel how much more the temperature had dropped in here even in comparison to this morning.
You guessed Persephone must have returned to her husband Hades fully now. So all the plants and grasses would wither as always, that time of cold and darkness lingering for months until the rebirth of spring.
You wondered if Asgard had the similar passage of the seasons though. Did it even rain there? Did it snow at times or have blistering heat at other periods?
There was still so very much you didn’t know. Loki had warned you about divulging anything to Muninn that you wouldn’t want Odin to hear. But what if it wasn’t any groundbreaking information you had to share? What if it was actually questions you had instead?
“So, is it true you can traverse the realms then without even using the bifrost?” Loki had seemed pleased the other night, saying something about Muninn finding a door for him. “It must be very interesting to be able to see so many places either way though.” You continued, but obviously still aware how much the bird would have rather been as far away from you as possible, instead of stuck here with this forced socialization.
“I’ve never been anywhere else.” You said truthfully though, still talking to him kindly. “I can only imagine what exciting things the other realms must hold. You’re quite lucky really…I mean, normally anyway. I know you must be in pain right now.”
You could see his black eyes upon you, he was listening, but still with his feathers fluffed.
“I wish you’d just admit that you’re cold, and likely hungry and thirsty.” You tilted your head a little, having an idea then of another strategy to try with him. “You know, Loki doesn’t have to know whether we were nice to each other or not. If you’re trying to make a show of things, thinking it’ll make you look weak in front of him otherwise…that’s not necessary if he isn’t even here to see it.”
You scooted the water bowl just a little closer to him, but also then moving the blanket very slowly to bunch it up in a little circle around him.
Seeing the blanket moving, he immediately tensed again, mouth opening threateningly as his good wing flared out.
“Easy…” You said, glad he actually seemed more focused on the blanket than your hands in that moment as you didn’t get bitten again. And you kept edging that blanket closer around him until it looked fairly comfortable you thought. “See? Like a little nest. Far better than a dusty old chest anyway, right?”
With that, you laid down on your side fully on the bed. The water was still in his reach if he wanted it, but you wouldn’t bother him anymore trying to manually offer it.
“I’m sorry.” You said softly still though. “None of this was supposed to happen. But I’ve never…” You paused, giving Muninn a sort of sad smile. “I’ve never met anyone like him.”
Was it wise to confess anything at all to this servant of Odin? No, surely it wasn’t. But who wouldn’t infer this eventually anyway? Why else would you be here at all? Why would you still be participating in this clearly escalating bit of madness?
“I know you’ll return to Odin as soon as you are able. And whatever transpires after that, I just want that one truth known. Anything I did was for the prince, for Loki.”
Even now you still wondered where he was, what he was doing, and when you could see him again.
“I care for him.” Was all you said next so simply though. An understatement as well perhaps, but the look in your eyes conveyed the truth.
And to finally say even that out loud opened something deeper inside you. You couldn’t turn back now even if you’d wanted to.
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Asgard, that same night
Loki sat alone in his room, books strewn around him on his bed. Some of the books were the very same ones he’d been carrying when confronted by his brother and his brother’s friends earlier in the day.
He’d had to make a show afterward of actually going to the library as if to return them, to back up his excuse in case he was followed. But in reality the majority of these hadn’t even come from the library. The ones he’d been carrying earlier were actually Frigga’s own spell books.
He was researching tracking spells, knowing Muninn would heal soon enough and that all the risk he had taken in capturing him would be for naught if he couldn’t trace him back to whatever portal between the realms the spy had found. Huginn and Muninn were the only beings he was aware of that were gifted with the ability to sense and find even those smallest rifts between the worlds. And they exploited that fully as they travelled from realm to realm, acting as Odin’s eyes on all that transpired through the kingdoms.
Yes, it was now more crucial than ever that Loki find this workaround. He was still inwardly seething a bit to know that Thor and his friends had already gotten this far on his trail. He would now have to forfeit using the bifrost for some time, knowing they’d likely be watching his every move.
If he went back to you too soon, they would only follow and force him to return Muninn and reveal everything before he was ready. But if he waited too long, the bird would heal and eventually escape, flying to Asgard before he could trace him back to the location of the portal. Then all would also be revealed with Loki still having no way to return to Midgard if Odin had one of his usual stern upsets and forbid it.
But as he poured through the ancient pages, he still found his usual focus somewhat missing. He just kept recalling that odd feeling from this morning. In the quiet of that cabin before he’d woken you. And the alcohol couldn’t be blamed by then.
He took a breath, that fear twisting around in the back of his mind once more. He didn’t want to name it. Objectively though, there were only a few things it could be called.
For the average being, the word was often characterized by some sort of euphoria though. Or at least a sense of warmth, a profound glow, all things that were supposedly so common.
Yet for him, it was like a weight, tightening around him. Dread…to have something, someone to lose.
No, he wouldn’t name it. He wouldn’t call it what so many others might.
