The fall season was always beautiful in the New England area of the country, brilliant colors of orange and yellow, the smell of cinnamon, pumpkin pie, and the cool chill in the air. There were apple orchards, the idea of spending the night trick or treating with the little ones, or spending the night cozied up inside with a roaring fire.
Now if only Anna and her boyfriend Thomas actually lived in one of those areas that boasted such colors. All they had received from the city of New York this year was cold, murky skies, and rain. But the Halloween weekend that was approaching was going to treat everyone that year with clear skies and starlight. Finally a reprieve from wet and cold toes and runny noses. Anna was pretty excited. She had always loved Halloween anyway, and figured it was the millennial in her because she was not giving it up for anything. Even in her 30s now, she’d deck the house out with pumpkins, spooky vintage decor, even down to Halloween themed towels in the guest bathroom of their loft.
Anna worked at home in the large open floor plan loft on the 34th floor of their building in Manhattan with her, in her own words, “sent from the gods himself”, boyfriend Thomas. A tall, muscular man with brown blond curls that topped his frankly, gorgeous chiseled face. And she always said with a swoon that she lucked out hard, the man had a freakin’ English accent to boot. He claimed it was just from his mother, as his brother’s accent wasn’t as heavy, but she had never met his brother Chris to know. She had Thomas all to herself that weekend as he had requested time off from his art gallery gig. He would assist one of the smaller New York museums, nowhere near Smithsonian levels, but still prestigious, as a curator or sorts for Norwegian artifacts and relics. It made him happy and Anna was not going to complain after he had asked her to move in to support her art career with his kind of money.
But back to Halloween. As Thomas arrived home that afternoon to start their weekend off right, Anna was already jamming out to music in her office, face jammed so tightly to her drawing pad that Thomas thought her nose might have been drawing instead of the pen. He chuckled, hanging up his coat at the door and coming up behind her carefully as not to spook her. He gently kissed her hair and she hummed her approval before leaning back to look at him.
“Hello, darling,” the silken voice said before he leaned and gave her a sweet upside down kiss. Once they broke apart and Anna’s face was one of plum satisfaction she smiled.
“Welcome home, love,” she tilted her head back down to draw the same damn hand position for the billionth time, “I’ll be free in a little bit, I just need to finish this.”
He lets out a light laugh and leans down to see her monitor as she draws on the pad, “and what is the project today?”
Anna laughs sarcastically, “another damn commission for an original character. I’d take a romance novel cover at this rate.”
Thomas rolls his eyes with a laugh and nudges her shoulder, “you say that now until you get another, what was it? Dark and dreamy, long haired man the size of a giant?”
“He was a giant, apparently a blue one?” Anna snorts and looks up to him, “something about frost vikings? Ice barbarians? Whatever it was, I’d still take that, over this.”
Thomas almost flinched at the blue comment, but Anna couldn’t tell why at first. His mask of calm had slipped just slightly before returning with one of Thomas’ amazing smiles. She shrugs it off and goes back to her drawing.
Thomas leans down and kisses her cheek, “well, I will get dinner started then, shall I?”
Anna nods and he walks off to change and to the kitchen. Thomas could still feel the heavy thud in his chest after their short discussion and he wanted to drop the thought as soon as possible. Because Thomas was lying, and while it was incredibly good at it, he hated lying to Anna. Thomas was hiding a huge impossible secret, and his 5 years in New York city was resting on this secret like a nuclear warhead. Thomas was not Thomas. He was.. Well, it’s complicated.
Thomas was none other than the Norse God himself, Loki. God of Lies & Mischief and several other things. He did have a brother, Thor. But it was easy to call him Chris. And his parents, they existed, they just were nowhere in England. Let alone on Earth, or Midgard if you will. He was full Asgardian, immortal and probably still wanted for some funny business he had tried to pull back a few years ago that some people just were hellbent on not letting go.
But after his return to Earth, and New York, he had been given a recommendation from Thor to start a new job at the museum, and then he met Anna. She was doing some graphic design logos for them and he had asked her out for drinks. Now it’s been 2 years and he hates himself just a little more that he’s lied to her so harshly. He had been considering telling her for weeks now, just wasn’t sure how to go about it. For Pete's sake, he had literally been hiding under a cloaking spell to change his appearance the entire time she’s known him.
It’s a pretty fat secret that he was dreading revealing for her possible reaction. For now, he began making dinner and Anna joined him at the counter as he was plating. She smiles over the wine glass he’s handed her, white of course. Conversation came easily to them, and Anna excitedly told him all their plans for Halloween tomorrow. Baking cookies in the morning, lunch at a themed bar and lunch place she adored visiting and then finally costumes and a night out.
As she stops to eat, she can feel his eyes on her, the thoughtful but hard expression that she still can’t read.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” She laughs and takes another bite.
“Is that really what you do every year?” he sighs over his wine, his thoughts a jumbled mess at so many plans for just one day. Not even a Norse holiday, let alone a bank holiday.
“What are you talking about?” Anna sips her wine with a bemused expression, “You never celebrated Halloween?”
He shakes his head, “Not particularly, no.”
Anna gives a small gasp, “I can’t believe I never asked you before! No trick or treating? Candy apples? Hell, candy corn!”
He punctuates her words with more shakes of his head and she slumps in her bar stool with a laugh.
“I find that very hard to believe,” and then she sits up with a smirk, her eyebrows going up as she looks at him, “maybe we should do a couples costume then?”
Thomas almost rolled his eyes but his grin betrayed how adorable Anna was being. As if describing a day where children engorge themselves on candy and annoy their parents in silly costumes was something to celebrate. He comes around the counter with his plate and sits in the barstool next to her.
“And you expect me to entertain your silly idea of dressing up tomorrow night?” he sips his wine slowly as she scoffs.
“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, Tommy,” Anna smiles and nudges his shoulder, “it’ll be fun.”
Thomas rolled his eyes at her silly nickname, she knew he hated it but Anna only used it when she wanted something from him. It was only mildly irritating when it came from her, but he was pretty sure his little secret would have been blown a lot sooner if anyone else used it. Anna happily returned to the delicious meal he had prepared and they ate in companionable silence for a little while until she barks out a laugh so suddenly Thomas almost spits out his wine.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” Anna laughs and covers her mouth for a moment before composing herself again, turning to Thomas with a smirk, “you could do Ghostface.”
His blank expression did not subside her laughter, “oh my god, Thomas. Ya know, the internet trend? Chase me through the woods and all that?”
Thomas’ eyebrow came up as he looked at her and she just rolled her eyes with a muttered whatever. After cleaning up and giving up on drawing for the night, Thomas and Anna tucked into bed. With her exciting plans for the next day, she fell asleep quickly with her arm across Thomas’ chest. He on the other hand had a hard time sleeping, as he did lately since he had decided that he needed to reveal his big secret to her. With the slow hum of electricity from the fridge and the loft’s heating, he paced the living room. He even got himself a glass of scotch, as that was one of the few human created alcohols that he actually enjoyed besides wine.
Thomas’ foot tapped impatiently on the ground as he sat on the couch. Halloween presented an interesting idea that he hadn’t considered before. Costumes. And after a quick internet search on his phone, he found what Anna had meant about this Ghostface trend. A bulky muscle bound man, usually shirtless and wearing the mask, was found to be attractive. Despite the fact that he seemed to be related to a serial killer movie, and was a huge red flag to Thomas, it proved to him that this might be a little easier than he expected. He made up his mind and then snuck back into bed, wrapping Anna tightly to his chest. He sent a silent prayer to his mother to give him strength and for understanding.
The next day went swimmingly, baked cookies, lunch at the club and then they had a few hours to themselves before dressing in their costumes and getting ready for their night out on the town. Anna was jamming out to music in the kitchen playing on her phone in one of Thomas’ shirts and a pair of panties. Thomas had gone to the bedroom a little while after they had returned home saying a quick shower was all he needed before their adventures that evening.
But with Anna’s back to the rest of the loft, Thomas peaked around the corner for one last bolt of confidence before lowering his illusion. It revealed him in full Asgardian armor, leathers and metal accoutrement. It was much less elaborate than battle armor but Anna wouldn’t know the difference. He swiped a hand through his hair, the black locks almost being foreign to him after so long. Loki would really only drop the illusion when he was alone, before Anna had lived with him. Other than that just a handful of times when he needed to rest his magical abilities.
He clears his throat and enters the open space of the loft, “I’ve decided to try your costume idea.”
Anna doesn’t turn around as she leans against the sink and scrolls her phone, “oh did you somehow find a costume in the closet I didn’t know about?”
Loki smirks as he watches her butt show off from underneath his shirt before answering, “that’s not what I meant darling.”
Anna turns around, her eyes still glued to her device, “well what on earth could you me–”
Her eyes snap up to his form and she almost drops the phone, her mouth falling open instead. Loki waits a long moment, his hands out to his sides as she gives him the full once over, from his boots to his chest plate to his hair.
“Now who's the one staring, love?” he laughs lightheartedly, his nerves frayed from her lack of response other than shock. Anna’s eyebrows come together in confusion and she rounds the countertop. In the lowlight of the loft, he looked downright dangerous and her open mouth was hanging open like a dead fish.
“And who are you supposed to be?” her eyes still taking in his complete, and natural form.
Loki hesitates for a moment, not sure if he wants to give it away immediately or wait, “let’s say a mischievous god.”
Anna’s eyebrows go up and she gets a naughty look in her eye, “and does the mischievous god have a name?”
He bites his lip, his heart thudding in his chest against the armor. He takes a slow step to close the gap between the two of them and Loki hears Anna’s breath catch. With a low sultry voice he leans down to her, almost close enough to kiss her head.
“Is that truly the only thing on your mind?”
Anna’s face breaks into a smirk, her cheeks getting a slight flush to them. Without hesitation on her part, she puts her phone on the counter and wraps her arms around Loki’s neck, the cold leather and metal against her bare skin.
“Amongst other things,” she whispers haughtily. Loki’s eyebrows go up and with a swift god like movement, he plops her on the counter, bare ass against cold marble and she squeaks in response. With only a dark look in his eyes and a smirk as warning, he descends upon her, capturing her lips roughly. Anna gasps into the kiss, already terribly turned on at the sight of him in all that leather like a biker, or other thing she couldn’t think of with his tongue in her mouth. Loki’s hands tight on her waist, he knew his godlike strength was going to be a bigger issue without the reminder of the illusion in the back of his mind.
Only pushing him away enough to breath against his bruised lips, did Anna finally whimper at the bruises most likely on her hips. Loki smirks and kisses her a touch slower before trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbones. Anna’s breath comes out shallow and she buries a hand in his raven hair, not minding the color change whatsoever. It never really occurred to her at first that what she buried her fingers into with a tug was his hair, not some wig he just threw on for this out of the blue costume.
“Th-thomas,” she panted and gave him another tug to bring his face back up her own. He smirks against her skin and one of his hands runs up her arm, giving her shivers. Anna’s eyes widen as the hand snakes itself along the shirt collar and around her throat, with a firm but not painful grip.
Loki stands up straight then, his hand not leaving her throat as her eyes meet his with a lustful gaze.
“Would you truly like to know my name, little mortal?” he teased, his free hand stroking up her bare thigh, dangerously close to where she desperately wanted him to go. If her thighs could close, she would be squeezing them for some kind of relief, some friction he was so clearly denying her. With a whimper, and a slight struggle, Anna nods, her tongue coming out to wet her bottom lip. Loki’s eyes flared with need as he leans down to her, ghosting his lips over her’s.
“Oh, my dear Anna,” his sultry words make her shudder and exhale a shaky breath. Whoever this character was to him, he was taking it very seriously. And she was seriously regretting mentioning Ghostface at this point. It’s like Anna had inadvertently put herself into one of those smutty romance novels she did cover art for.
She was admittedly enjoying the hell out of it, her sopping wet panties a reminder of it, but he was playing hard to get with her and she wanted this man like air in her lungs.
Loki’s fingers tapped against her inner thigh and his words brought her out of her thoughts, “would you like to know who I really am, my love?”
Anna swallows harshly, and Loki can see the slight confusion flash behind the lust in her eyes. He takes a steady breath and looks into them deeply.
“I really am the God of Mischief himself, Loki.”
Her eyes only widen further as he uses his inhuman speed and without any warning, Anna is on their living room couch, with Loki holding a tight grip to her neck, and her destroyed panties in his other hand. A gasp and whimper as he absolutely devours her center, the most erotic and sloppy wet noises coming from his mouth and her pussy. She had already been soaking wet, and here he was lapping it up as if it was his only form of nourishment in a dry desert. His tongue invading her entrance only to wiggle itself like he could reach the deepest parts of her, before he added his thick and skilled fingers to go along with it. Loki sucked at her clit and nibbled it between his teeth as his fingers pumped in and out of her with a heavy rhythm.
Anna was a puddle of moans, struggling against the firm grip on her neck, but she could only bury a hand so roughly in his hair to drag her nails along his scalp. He wasn’t going to stop and she certainly wasn’t going to stop him from being so unhinged for the first time. If he really was the Norse God himself, even if it was just tonight, she wasn’t going to complain. With another heavy lick against her clit, Loki moans into her center, the delicious vibrations causing her to gasp and pull at his hair.
“Do you want to be my good little mortal tonight, Anna?” he whispers huskily into her thigh, before biting it hard enough she knew there would be a bruise tomorrow morning.
Anna whimpers in response, her heavy breathing the only thing she can focus on besides his fingers still pumping like a metronome inside of her.
Loki smirks, and his fingers slow, causing her to cry out in a plea, “oh, no, no, little one. You will answer me as it dignifies my position.”
His fingers rub along her clit as he leans up to her, fingers tightening around her throat. Anna bucks, trying to gain friction from his fingers, her center missing the tight fit his fingers brought.
“You will address me as sir, or your highness from here on tonight,” Loki’s thumb runs a tortuous circle against her clit and her eyes almost close but he stops, her eyes snapping open once more, “do I make myself clear?”
Anna nods but Loki only runs his thumb in the same circle again, causing her to gasp out.
“Y-yes sir!”
Loki places a gentle kiss on her lips, and she leans up to follow him as he pulls away, her eyes betraying how much she wanted him in that moment. He released her neck, but she still couldn’t get a proper lungful of air as his fingers slowly entered her again.
“Now, answer me,” his fingers punctuate each word as he speaks, his breath ghosting over her cheeks, “are you going to be my good little girl tonight?”
Anna nods again and he goes to stop but she swallows harshly, “Yes, sir!”
Loki’s deep and dangerous gleam in his eyes returns. With his free hand, he waves casually in the air, his shirt disappearing from Ana’s body in a wave of green light. Her belly rises and falls with her heavy breathing, her eyebrows coming together in confusion. Without any time to think about it, Loki was teasing and curling his fingers inside of her once more and she bucked beneath him. Her clothes now completely off, Loki’s attention came down to her pert nipples as he suckled on into his mouth with a hearty moan, the sweet salty taste of her flesh his favorite treat.
Anna’s hands found their way to a couch cushion and she gripped it until her knuckles were white, her eyes finally closing tightly against the building pressure within her.
Loki’s words were the only tether to reality beyond the overwhelming pleasure, “now be my good little girl and cum on my fingers. Show me how much you need me, baby.”
Anna’s body clenched around him, the couch cushion practically ripping from beneath her nails. With a pump and curl of his fingers more, she shuddered and let loose completely. Her orgasm a white flash and stars across her eyelids, her body convulsing and her breath getting caught in her throat. With a heavy slump and shudder, she embraced the couch as her new home for the rest of her life. Loki’s deep laugh reverberated in her ears as his fingers slowly retreated from her. She whimpered at the loss.
The sounds of heavy leathers and the clink of his armor meets her in the haze of her mind, still slightly reeling and foggy from her release. A gasp escaped her bruised lips as Loki abruptly enters her, his throbbing cock hard and unyielding inside of her. Anna’s eyes opened in a flash, her hands coming up to grab his muscular arms over his leathers. It was a whole different sensation and sight to behold as he roughly pounded into her, his godly armor rubbing against her tender flesh.
“That’s it,” Loki’s husky voice whispered above her, his hands wrapping themselves tightly around her thighs, almost too tightly, “that’s it, little mortal. Take your god’s cock like a good girl.”
His voice dripped with lust and Anna almost couldn’t keep her eyes open or her pulse in check at just how delicious his words made her feel. She opted for moaning and dipping her nails into his arms, her legs resting against his shoulders as he continued the onslaught.
One of Loki’s hands released her thigh and dragged up to her neck, firmly holding her into the couch. He was definitely rougher than he usually would be and he knew he should hold back his godly strength but he just couldn’t with how good Anna’s insides felt, warm and tight bliss. Her eyes rolled back and her teeth worried her bottom lip. With another grunt and a small squeeze to her windpipe, Loki couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
“C’mon little girl, tell your god what you want,” he leaned over her, practically folding her legs in half across the couch.
Anna’s voice was strained and breathy, her heart pounding in her ears as the buildup in her stomach got hotter and hotter with each deep thrust.
“P-Please! Please please please!” she gasps, tears peeking out from the corners of her eyes.
“Speak, little mortal,” Loki’s eyes scrunched up and his nails dug into her thigh.
Anna whimpered and cried out, her pinnacle finally within reach, “please let me cum your highness! Please! I-I can’t–”
Loki’s grunt and harsh thrusting was his only response, his body unable to hold it back any longer. He would feel bad about the bruises tomorrow, but for now, he craved her more than anything he could ever imagine. Another deep thrust, hitting that picture perfect spot, and her vision went dark, her body melting into a shuddering mess as she cried out in release. Loki releases her throat, clenching his own fist to be safe against her chest as his own follows. He didn’t immediately stop, only slowed his pace as Anna’s body continued to convulse.
Loki’s breath slowed before her’s and with a light chuckle, he finally pulled away, picking her up in his arms. With careful steps, he slowly brought her into their master bedroom, magically removing his armor along the way. After getting them both into the bed and giving her a once over, Anna’s heart rate finally slowed enough to become cognitive once more. She blinked slowly as they cuddled together and he only gave her a smile in return.
“Well, hey there,” Loki laughs, his fingers stroking along her arms and side in small patterns.
Anna smiles and snuggles closer into his chest, “I like this character, you should dress up as him more often.”
Loki’s body tenses and he hisses a breath through his teeth, causing Anna to look up from where she was tucked under his chin.
“Wait..” she scrunches her eyebrows together, “you mean you..?”
Loki’s cheeks, still slightly flushed, pink some more. He raises a hand into her field of view, a small show of fireworks exploding quietly in his palm.
“Guilty as charged.”
Her eyes went wide, if only for a moment as she looked back to him. Anna swallowed once, the weight of his confession on her shoulders heavily. Loki, still tense, lowers his hand and rests it against her hip.
“Is that.. Alright?” he asks slowly.
Anna was quiet for a few heartbeats, Loki’s own heart pounding in his chest once more. She finally looks at him, biting that plush bottom lip once more.
“Will it be like that every time if you’re.. You?” she asks, sliding her hands up his chest and along to the back of his neck to wrap a strand of black hair around her finger.
“Eh,” Loki chuckles nervously, “most likely. I had been holding back quite a bit before.”
Anna’s face breaks into a devilish smirk and she presses herself closer to him, his body responding immediately.
“Then it’s perfectly alright.”