Soft Loki*
Tony only resisted with a minimal amount of huffing before lazily signing the paper I thrusted in front of him.
“And here,” I pointed to a signature line further down the page with a smirk on my face.
Over a year ago, I was brought on by Pepper to be an assistant for Tony, but it didn’t take long for my job duties to extend past the sarcastic genius. Now, I assisted all the Avengers with various odd jobs.
I quizzed Peter on his homework, prepped meals for Steve and Bucky, has designated girl days with Wanda and Natasha, checked in with Clint’s family when he was away on a mission, taught Thor how to cook in a modern kitchen, and more, much more.
Most days I was ran ragged with their requests, but I never knew what to expect day to day, which is what I liked about the job. And getting to live rent free in the Avenger’s tower was a perk as well.
I tucked the signed papers into the folder in my hands and moved to leave his workshop when a crash of thunder made me jump. I placed a hand over my chest to steady my heartbeat. Thor must be back from visiting his home.
“Ah, Point Break’s back,” Tony muttered before walking over to me and clapped his hands, “Time to meet our new Avenger.”
“Wh-what? New Avenger?” I stammered, nervously looking down at my outfit to check for food stains from my earlier meal prepping. A simple white button-down shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt that came down to my knees. My hair was haphazardly thrown into a bun and this morning I didn’t bother putting on makeup.
“Yep,” He smirked, throwing an arm over my shoulder, and leading me to the elevator, “A new recruit. Albeit one that was forced upon us, but I think I’m gonna have fun, you know why?”
The elevator doors closed and he pressed the button for the common floor. I remained confused and surprised. No one had said anything about a new member and Tony had that scheming glint in his eye that never bode well.
“Why?” I asked, stepping out from under his arm to look at him skeptically.
He smiled, grabbing his sunglasses from his collar and putting them on, “Because I’m his boss.”
I tiled my head, “Wouldn’t Steve technic – “
“Nope!” He cut me off, popping the ‘p’, “According to the terms and conditions of our inter-realm negotiations, I’m in charge of him. Hell, I can even order him to take that beloved helmet of his and shove it right up his – “
Ding! The elevator doors opened, thankfully cutting off his last word. I straightened my skirt and smoothed out my top before walking towards the mixture of voices in the large living room at the end of the hall. I wanted to make a good impression to the – presumably, Asgardian – new member.
I was not prepared to step into a room of chaos, however. The core members of the Avengers were all present and all seemingly arguing with Thor, who was loudly bickering back. My eyes fell onto the cause of the mayhem who was standing to the side of Thor, staring unamused at the crowd.
He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to be there with his long arms crossed over his chest and his piercing green eyes alternating from glaring to rolling in response to the bickering. His long, dark hair was slicked back in a classic look, and he had on his green and black leather robes.
“Everyone calm down, I’ve arrived,” Tony said dramatically walking in front of me, “Has anyone punched him yet?”
“No one will be punching my brother,” Thor growled, obviously fed up by this point, “He is to be an equal member of this team in order to atone for his…previous actions.”
By now, it was common knowledge that Loki was under another’s influence when he tried to take over Earth. Most of the team accepted this, but there was still a lot of animosity present. And animosity in a group of super-soldiers, geniuses, and assassins spelled nothing but trouble.
I decided to take the initiative, steeling my nerves and slowly weaved through the crowd until I was standing right in front of the god. His eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion, looking – almost as if appraising – me up and down. I extended my hand to him with a small smile.
“Hi Loki, uhm, I’m an assistant to…well, everyone,” Everyone had stopped talking when I did, making my confidence deteriorate rapidly, “So, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
He placed his hand in mine, which was surprisingly cool, but pleasant to the touch. My smile widened and his harsh expression softened by a fraction as he gazed down at me.
“What is your name, Assistant?” His silky voice cut through the bickering that had restarted around us.
I told him my name and he repeated it softly, seemingly considering something before retracting his hand.
“I think you might be the only sane person in this room,” He mused, cutting another glare at the crowd.
I giggled, which seemed to surprise him, “I think that’s part of my job description. I try to bring peace to the chaos.”
He smirked, his green eyes glinting, “Whereas I tend to pride myself on creating chaos and disrupting peace. We’d certainly be an…interesting pair.”
I tried to ignore the blush creeping onto my cheeks and glanced at the others, shaking my head at them. Steve was currently in between Clint and Thor, trying to dissuade them from physically fighting. The others were either in smaller arguments or rooting egging Clint on.
“After I try to calm this current…mess,” I shifted my attention back to Loki, who was still studying me, making me blush again, “I could show you the library. Thor mentioned that you like reading. It probably won’t compare to your palace library, but it’s nice and quiet usually.”
The corner of his lips twitched upwards, almost as if he wanted to give me a real smile, and he politely nodded. I smiled before taking a deep breath in and turning to the horde of angry Avengers.
…
Months passed by and Loki and I quickly became close friends. I was convinced that I was his friend by default, since none of the other Avengers would speak to him unless they had to, and he wasn’t allowed to leave the tower unless it was for a mission.
One night I disclosed this theory to Thor, who had pulled me aside to comment on my relationship with the dark-haired god.
He laughed, stating, “No, no. Loki’s default is to have no friends. I’m certain that he is your friend because he wants to be, not because he has no other option. I think it’s wonderful, but let me warn you about his snake trick…”
At first, the others tried to hog my time so I didn’t have any left to spend with Loki, but that was quickly thwarted by a series of…mishaps…that befell them in response. Tony’s hair turned bright pink, Bucky’s metal arm suddenly shrunk to that of a child’s, Friday was suddenly programmed to blast a recording of a truck’s horn when someone – except me and Loki – entered the room.
Every little prank was resolved when I got to spend time with Loki and no one – not even Friday – could pin it on him. So, begrudgingly for the rest of the team, our friendship flourished. He asked me simple questions about myself that the others never bothered to learn, and, in turn, I slowly learned more about him as Loki, not the God of Mischief everyone else saw.
I entered the library having just returned from the bookstore, managing to get a few books on the list I covertly created. I heaved the large sack of novels onto the coffee table and brought my hands to my mouth to warm them. It was bitterly cold outside and windy as well.
“Petal?” Loki’s soft voice sounded from behind a few shelves. About a month ago, he decided to give me that nickname and I only recently stopped blushing profusely when he calls me that.
“Do you know where my scarf is? I looked all over my room and – “ His voice grew nearer until he came into view, distracted by the book in his hands until he looked up.
His lips grew into his signature smirk as he eyed the scarf around my neck, “Well, it seems to have found a lovely new home.”
I chuckled, biting the inside of my lip as I reached up to take it off, “Yeah, it was freezing outside. You left it in the library a few nights ago. I meant to give it back, but…”
“No, no, keep it,” He gently pushed it back to me after I held it out to him, “I only wear it for fashion after all. I’d much rather you be kept warm.”
A small smile grew on my lips. If only everyone else can see the Loki that I do.
“What’s all this?” He asked, eying the bag and moving closer.
“Oh,” I momentarily forgot the whole reason I came to the library in the first place, “I got you some books.”
He tilted his head and began pulling out the contents of the bag, “These are…how did you know which ones I wanted?”
I shrugged, “Well, every time you mentioned a book that you wanted to read or re-read, I remembered it and wrote it down later. I found most of the Midgardian ones at the big bookstore across town, but not all of them.”
He had stopped moving and was simply staring down into the bag and at the books he pulled out. He had an odd expression on his face as he seemed to struggle with comprehending what I revealed. Silence stretched over us, becoming uncomfortable and I thought I had crossed a line.
“Or, uh, I could teach you how to order things online so you can pick out your own books, if you would prefer. They’d come straight to the – Oh!”
I was suddenly engulfed in a hug, my arms automatically wrapping around his waist before my mind could catch up with what was happening. My body relaxed against his, leaning my weight onto his tall frame.
Before I could truly soak in the moment, he was pulling back with a genuine – albeit small – smile on his lips as he stared down at me. A cool hand reached up to caress my cheek and I leaned into his touch.
“Thank you, Petal,” He murmured before stepping away, back to the bag.
“You’re welcome,” I managed to squeak out, causing his smirk to return. My heart warmed even further as I watched his eyes light up every time he pulled one out.
“So,” I cleared my throat, “Just to be clear, do I get a hug every time I bring you books?”
He chuckled, reading a back cover, “Sure, why not.”
I nodded, biting back a mischievous smile, and turned to the shelves behind me, gathering a few books in my arms. I walked back over to him as he was still inspecting his new reading material and cleared my throat. His eyes snapped to me, down to the books in my hands, then back up to me with a devious and somewhat proud look in his eyes.
Placing the books down beside the others on the table, I held out my arms expectantly.
“Deals a deal, Trickster,” I smirked.
With a dramatic but playful roll of his eyes, he stepped forward, his arms enveloping me in another heavenly embrace.
He rested his chin on the top of my head, “You’re ruining my reputation, Darling.”
I simply smiled, holding him tighter.
…
Without realizing it, I was spending more and more time with Loki. Most of the time, he didn’t truly need help with anything, he simply wanted to talk or even to read together in silence. I loved showing him clips of magic shows on Youtube, because he could always figure out how their tricks worked and he usually showed me tricks of his own, using real magic.
So, when I got called into Tony’s office and was met with his disappointed expression, I was confused. I still made sure to alert Tony of appointments and made them for him, get him to sign necessary paperwork, I still checked in on Clint’s family, and made daily reports to Pepper.
“Kid,” He sighed, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk – a desk he rarely even used, “I’ve been getting complaints from the others, saying that you’re not doing your job.”
I blinked, my brows knitting together in surprise, “W-what?”
“Well, you’ve been spending all your time lazing around with Reindeer games and neglecting everyone else.”
My jaw dropped in shock, and it took my mind a few moments to catch up with what he was saying. I had noticed that the others weren’t talking to me as much, but I figured it was due to the recent influx of missions.
“I…don’t understand,” I settled on, “I mean, I’m doing what I’ve been hired to do. In my contract, I’m your assistant and I’m fulfilling those duties. So, anything extra – “
“Yeah, yeah,” He cut me off, waving his hand and seemed to get increasingly more annoyed, “I’ve read your contract, but even you refer to yourself as the Avenger’s assistant. So, if I were you, I’d spend less time with the wicked witch from above and more time with the others. I mean, come on, what does he have you under some sort of spell?”
I huffed as my shock started turning into anger, “Of course not. Just because you hate him doesn’t mean that others can’t like him. I spend time with him because I want to, just like I help the others because I want to.”
“So, you like him?” His eyes narrowed and I cursed the blush that started to tint my cheeks. Before I could defend myself, he went on, “Listen, I really…really hate to be the bad guy. I would usually get Pepper to do this, but I can’t have my assistant fooling around with the god who tried to take over our planet. So – ”
I stood up, waves of emotions crashing over me, “Fooling around?!”
I would be lying if I said I never thought of Loki taking me to bed and spending a passionate night with me, but that’s all it would ever be…a thought. And that notion often crushes my heart, but I was fully content with having him close as a friend.
I’ve never even gone farther than making out and that was with a past long term boyfriend, so to have Tony insinuation hanging in the air was overwhelmingly frustrating and offensive.
“Can I legally say that?” He asked himself, his attention breaking from me as he gave it thought, “Oh well, already did. Now – “
I didn’t care to hear the rest of his words, so I abruptly left the office. I couldn’t believe how quickly, how easily, he and the others turned on me. I thought we were all friends and I even considered most of them my family.
Tears started falling down my cheeks and I furiously wiped them away, embarrassed by the whole ordeal. I intended on heading to my room in order to start throwing my things into my suitcases, but my feet decided otherwise.
I entered the library, greeted by the familiar image of Loki draped over the couch cushions, his nose deep in a book. He looked up with a small smile, but that quickly dropped when he took in my tears and quivering lips.
“Petal,” His silky voice was dripping with concern as he was standing in front of me in an instant, “What’s wrong? What happened? Did someone hurt you? Who did this?”
His questions only made a sob escape me as I buried my face against his chest, clinging onto him.
“H-he said that there were complaints. That I’m spending too much time with y-you. That he can’t have an assistant that’s fo – oling around with you,” I managed to get out through my sobs and his tightening grip around my body.
Loki couldn’t leave the tower unless it was for a mission and when I leave, odds are I wouldn’t be able to free come and go. Tony basically fired me for spending time with him so there would be no chance in hell that he’d allow visits between us. My heart broke at the thought of never seeing him again.
“He’s firing you for joking with me?” His voice was a low growl and he pressed me even harder against him.
I opened my mouth to correct him, my face already flushing, when another voice beat me to it.
“He thinks you two are having sex,” Natasha said from the doorway. I turned my head to look at her, though Loki refused to let me go.
She went on, “That’s what he means by fooling around.”
“But we haven’t!” I protested weakly, my tears slowing down, “You know we haven’t. I promised to tell you remember?”
She gave me a small smile, “I know you haven’t. You should also know that no one complained about you. Tony’s just pissed that Loki’s actually having a pleasant time here. Don’t worry about him, Steve and Bucky are confronting him about it as we speak. You’re not fired.”
“He’ll be hearing from me next,” Loki seethed, growing even more furious, “He’s nothing but a coward, taking out his grievances on the innocent. Men like him deserve nothing more than a slow, painful death.”
“Slow your roll there Mischief,” Nat soothed, “Like I said, Tony’s being dealt with. Yeah, he’s an ass, but that alone is not worthy of death.”
“He hurt my Petal,” Loki growled and I felt the vibrations in his chest on my cheek.
“I think your…Petal…would agree that killing isn’t the answer here,” She smirked.
I took that as my cue to speak up, “Yeah, let’s not…kill anyone.”
“Or maim anyone,” I quickly added before he could respond, which caused a small huff from him.
He sighed, “Fine. Stark is safe…for now.”
With that, he lifted me up, causing a surprised squeak to escape my lips. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Feeling my face go beat red, I nuzzled into his neck, hiding my expression from both him and Nat.
“Thank you for the enlightening information, Widow,” He tilted his head towards her before walking past her through the door.
“Where are you – “ Natasha started to ask.
“I’m taking her to my quarters so no one can bother her,” He hissed, clearly over politeness at this point.
…
He gently placed me down on his bed and I shifted so my back was resting against his headboard. Loki’s room was much larger than my own and clearly very personalized. The room was filled with his signature green color, gold accents, dark leather, and various other little aspects that screamed Loki. I always envied his huge wall of bookshelves and comfy reading chair.
There were also little bits of me in the space as well, which made my heart feel warm and fuzzy. My light blue throw blanket – which he “borrowed” – was thrown over his chair, a little Loki plushie I gave him sat on the shelf above his flatscreen, little doodles I’ve drawn for him littered the wall above his desk.
He grabbed blanket from the chair and placed it over my legs before grabbing the remote and sitting next to me, a familiar scene as we often had movie nights under the guise of me teaching him how to work the TV. I felt a sense of pride as he successfully navigated to Netflix and put on my favorite show.
“I’m sorry for the mess you had to go through with that idiot,” He sighed as I covered his legs with the blanket as well.
I tilted my head to the side, resting it against his shoulder, with my eyes trained to the screen, “I’m just glad that no one really complained and that I’m not being fired.”
He hummed, resting his hand on my knee, and drawing soothing circles with his thumb, “Do you truly enjoy this job?”
I chuckled and looked up at him with a smile, “It certainly has its perks. Like getting to hang out with a certain trickster god.”
He looked at me with a pleased glint in his eyes, “I suppose being forced into repaying my debt by joining a circus of infuriating superheroes comes with a perk as well.”
My smile grew until he opened his mouth again, “This lovely entertainment screen,” He smirked, gesturing to the TV.
“Hey!” I exclaimed as I laughed, playfully hitting his toned chest.
He smiled, a real genuine smile as he watched me laugh, “You should know I’m partial to you, Petal. For if anyone else was to smack me, they’d lose their hands.”
I tilted my head with a small, sly smile, “So I’m immune to your vengeance? That’s good to know.”
His mouth formed into a wicked grin, “Oh, I didn’t say that. But your punishment would be vastly different from others.”
I bit my lip, forcing my eyes back to the screen as a light blush tinted my cheeks. I should be used to his occasional flirting and teasing by now, but it still sent shockwaves through my heart, stomach, and lower regions.
Usually, I would change the subject or simply ignore the comment, since I never knew what to say back.
“What exactly did you promise to tell the Widow?” He asked, his tone had morphed into something more curious than teasing.
I shifted awkwardly, “Well, I promised her…actually both her and Wanda…that I would tell them when…I had sex.”
I dared to look at him, but he still seemed perplexed, “Why would they need to know? Surely they don’t expect you to announce to them every time you have sex.”
“No, no,” I shook my head and tried to elaborate, “Not every time, just the first…time.”
“First time,” He muttered and suddenly his eyebrows went from furrowed to raised, “You’re a virgin.”
I blushed, looking down at my hands, “Well…yeah. I mean, I’m not waiting for marriage or anything, I’ve just never been comfortable with going any further than kissing before. That’s part of the reason why I was so shocked and offended by Tony’s accusation.”
“I see,” He stated in a soft voice, laced lightly with hurt.
I quickly rambled on, “Not that the notion of…uh, doing that stuff, with you was offensive or – or shocking. Just that he would accuse me of doing something that I’ve never done with obviously no evidence. You’re honestly the only person I could see myself going further with. Not – not that you would…I mean, I’m very, very happy with being nothing more than your friend.”
I had to stop myself from spewing out more words. For a long moment he was silent, causing me to look back up at him, hoping that my rambling made some sort of sense. I found him staring at me with a soften eyes and light smile, a mixture of adoration, awe, and sadness in his expression.
“You truly believe that you’re nothing more than a friend to me?” He asked.
“Yes?” My voice came out barely above a whisper, preparing for the heartbreak to come.
His hand reached up to caress my cheek, his thumb rubbing my cheekbone as he maintained his soft gaze directly into my eyes.
“Do you really think these walls can contain me? That Stark’s technology and gadgets can track me and keep me imprisoned here,” His green eyes had that familiar mischievous gleam in them, “They can’t. I never planned on staying past the first night, no matter what repercussions Odin passed down on me.”
He smiled, “However, when I arrived, I found my little Petal, floating down to me through the chaotic winds. I stayed, and will continue to stay, for you. You’re more than a simple friend, Petal.”
My smile quivered as his words created a burst of happiness through my heart. He leaned down, his nose only remaining an inch from mine, effectively taking my breath away.
“And trust me when I say that I’ve yearned for you since our first meeting,” His warm breath hit my lips, “I will be honored to receive whatever you wish to give me, whether it is a hug, a kiss…or more.”
Despite my heart seemingly stopping, I responded by eagerly closing the small gap and pressing my mouth against his. His soft lips didn’t hesitate to move against mine and his hand slipped from my cheek to the side of my neck, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.
The feeling of his lips on mine was perfection, addicting even.
His tongue swiped at my lower lip, and I parted my lips in response, teasing his tongue with mine. A soft groan escaped his lips as my fingers threaded into his soft hair, encouraging me to lightly grip the strands. My body ached to be closer to him and I found myself shifting towards him.
His other hand gripped my hip, tensing at every gentle tug at his locks. He captured my bottom lip in the middle of his teeth, nipping before exploring my mouth further with his tongue. He swallowed my soft moan before I had to pull away to catch my breath.
I panted, looking up at him with swollen lips, only then noticing that I was now straddling his lap. In that same moment, I noticed a considerably large bulge pressing up into my core and my face heated up.
“We don’t need to go any further, Petal,” He spoke in a soft, reassuring voice, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
I couldn’t stop there. I needed more, craved more of him. Nothing about kiss him and feeling him felt wrong or awkward or uncomfortable. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be connected to him physically since I was already to entwined with him emotionally.
“I want more,” I admitted, my voice a little breathy still, “I want to go all the way with you.”
He bit his lip and took a breath in, “Are you certain?”
I nodded and leaned forward to capture his lips again, but he stopped me, “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, let me know and we can stop, alright?”
With another nod of agreement, his lips crashed into mine with much more vigor. His hands tentatively explored my body at first, checking for any signs of discomfort. The moan from my lips as he circled his thumbs around my clothed nipples spurred him on. Next his hands found the globes of my ass and kneaded the flesh there, causing my hips to grind against his erection.
Before too long – and with much less embarrassment than I expected – I was naked laying on top of his green sheets watching him undress with rapt attention. My eyes widened almost comically when his hard cock sprung out of his boxers.
It was long and thick, already leaking with precum at the tip. It pulsed in response to being released in the cool air. A flicker…perhaps stronger than a flicker…of worry washed through me at his size.
“Don’t fret, little Petal,” He soothed, sensing my nerves as he crawled onto the bed, “Just lay back and let me take care of you.”
He gently pulled my legs apart, his pupils dilating and his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he gazed at my cunt. I was dripping wet by now and the heat on my face at being so exposed was nothing compared to my ache for him to touch me.
“Such a pretty, tight,” He swiped a long finger through my folds, causing a spark of pleasure to jolt through me, “wet, cunt…deserving to be worshiped. Would you let me have a taste of your nectar, Petal?”
His eyes had darkened even more and had a predatory gleam in them, but he still searched for my consent. I quickly nodded, not finding the words, and he lowered his head before licking a long stripe through my folds. I moaned loudly at the flurry of pleasure and he groaned lowly.
He then dived in, eagerly lapping his tongue around my clit, causing me to scream out, before trailing it lower to circle and thrust into my dripping hole. Feeling my walls flutter around his tongue, he returned back up to my clit and slowly inserted a long finger into my cunt.
My hands became lodged into his hair, as I needed something to hold onto amongst the on slot of pleasure. I was soaring higher and higher with each of his movements and gasped when he added a second finger. The stretch was odd at first, but his tongue rolling over my clit distracted me.
He began scissoring his fingers, slowly and carefully stretching me in preparation for him. The air around us was filled with my moans and whines, his groans and growls, and the obscene created from my juices and his saliva.
He encased his lips around my sensitive nub and sucked just as he added a third finger, sending me spiraling into oblivion.
“Loki!” I screamed, as I pushed my hips against his hand, willing him deeper inside of me as my wet walls clamped down on his fingers. A flash of white took over my vision as my body tensed and convulsed through the tidal waves of pleasure.
“That’s it, Petal,” He growled against my dripping skin, “cum for your god.”
My body was still twitching when he removed his fingers, crawling over top of me after wiping his glistening chin and connected his lips to mine. I didn’t mind the taste of my own arousal on his lips as I wrapped my arms around him.
“Do I…need one of those, balloon things?” He panted out, hovering above me, “Although you would look ethereal, swollen with my child,” His eyes glinted mischievously as he gave me a wink.
It took a moment for my mind to realize that he was asking about condoms, “Oh, n-no. I’m on birth control and I’m clean…obviously. I…also kinda want to feel your…cum inside of me.”
His expression was engulfed in a mixture of adoration, excitement, and pure lust.
“Are you ready?” He asked, in a slightly strangled voice as he gripped his cock.
I nodded eagerly and held my breath as he lined himself up, his weeping tip nudging at my entrance. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, all the while carefully watching my expression as my mouth opened and eyes widened.
His cock stretched my walls, seemingly beyond their limits, but for the most part, it was a pleasant burn. The only flash of pain came when he met and gently broke through my resistance, officially taking my virginity in that moment. It seemed like he would never stop, that his cock would keep slowly dragging along my walls infinitely.
But his hips finally met mine, his pelvis brushing against my exposed, swollen clit, causing me to moan and tighten around him, earning a soft grunt from him.
“Are you okay, Love?” He asked, clutching his fists on either side of me, clearly trying his best to hold back.
My eyes snapped to his in response to the nickname, but I didn’t comment on it.
“Yeah,” I gave him a dopey smile, “You can move, please.”
He slowly withdrew and thrusted back in, allowing me to get used to the sensation before picking up the pace. His lips attached themselves onto mine, then trailed down my neck and to my collar bone. He sucked and nibbled my flesh, all the while I was gasping and groaning at every thrust.
When his tongue took turns circling and lapping at my nipples, I threaded one of my hands through his hair, tugging it like I knew he liked. My other hand gripping the sheets beside my head, trying to ground myself as I floated higher and higher.
He shifted his weight to one elbow, allowing his other hand to be free to find mine. Our fingers intwined beside the pillow, clinging onto each other as if our main connection wasn’t enough.
My hips moved with his, allowing him to hit deeper and molding our bodies together. His grunts blended into my sighs and cries of ecstasy. It felt so much deeper than sex and the rush of emotions that flooded me was overwhelming.
“I love you,” I whispered, causing him to pause as he was nestled deep inside me and look up at me with surprise and other raw emotions in his eyes. His mouth hung open slightly in disbelief.
“Say it again,” He whispered back, his cock pulsing inside of me.
I smiled, “I love you, Loki.”
His lips broke out in the biggest genuine smile I’ve seen on him as he resumed his thrusting with more fervor. He groaned as I started to tighten around him, coming closer and closer to the edge.
“L-loki, I’m…” I tried to warn him, but my mind was struggling to make a coherent thought as his hard cock repeatedly hit that spongey spot that made me see stars.
“Cum on my cock, Petal,” He grunted out, rutting into me, “Cum and I’ll stuff you full of my seed.”
A few targeted thrusts later, I was coming undone, my second orgasm ten times stronger than my last. My vision blurred as all my senses were taken. My walls clamped down around him, eagerly milking him as my legs locked him deep inside of me. My back arched as all my muscles tensed.
I was vaguely aware of him yelling my name as he released inside of me. His cock pulsed and jolted as his surprisingly warm cum flooded into me. His lips found mine in a sloppy kiss as we both slowly drifted back down from our highs. My mind felt like it was swimming.
He left, despite my whimpered objections and came back with a warm, wet cloth to clean me before settling down next to me in bed. He pulled the covers over us as I curled into him, resting my head on his chest.
“Petal?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you too,” His voice was so soft, I almost didn’t hear him.
A broad smile erupted onto my face, “An interesting pair, indeed.”