Chapter 5
I sit in the library with a novel in my hand, carefully flipping through the worn pages. The book I hold is one I have read many times, as with most of the novels I own. I sigh softly as I glance toward the door, perhaps anticipating Y/n to walk into the room as she always does after we interact. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and attempt to continue reading, but thoughts of her flood into my head all at once.
More often than not, I find myself fantasizing about her. I feel as though I am a schoolgirl with a crush, and it makes me sick. Never in my life have I been enamored in such a way that becomes so distracting. I sigh once more and close the novel, carefully placing it on the table beside me.
I close my eyes and hesitate for a moment before bringing my hand down to my pants, dipping one underneath the waistband. The image of Y/n arching her back underneath me is painted on the back of my eyelids and it causes the blood to rush downward promptly. I pump my hand up and down my length and I can almost feel the ghost of her fingertips graze my chest as I fantasize it.
While I please myself, I hear a soft knock at the door of the room I reside in, almost inaudible between the heaviness of my sighs and groans. However, I quickly remove my hand, as much as it pains me to do so, and settle myself into my chair properly. I look down at the painful erection in my pants and snatch the book I once discarded, placing it back over my lap. I act as though I was merely interrupted during my reading and nothing more.
I clear my throat, “You may enter.”
My eyes lock with Y/n’s while I sit, one leg propped over the other thigh as I lean back comfortably. I rest an elbow on the arm of the chair and support my chin on my closed fist while the book stays open in my other palm. I find myself grateful for her manners, not knowing what I would have done if she hadn't knocked. However, a sick part of me wonders what her reaction would have been if she had entered while I said her name, as I was so close to doing.
The sight of me stops her in her tracks as she stares for mere moments, but these seconds seem to drag as she fixates her gaze on my body. I find the motion of her pupils interesting, noticing as she looks everywhere but my eyes which is unusual for her. Perhaps she finds me as attractive as I find her. I finally clear my throat to regain her attention elsewhere.
“Y/n, if you look up, you'll find my eyes. In case you are having a hard time.”
Upon my quip, her eyes dart to my face, seeming to snap back into the reality where she had a reason for coming to disturb me.
“Let me guess, you have come to reprimand me?”
She narrows her eyes, “You can't do that anymore.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Whatever that was in the hall. Thor isn't as stupid as you think he is. He just spent the last ten minutes questioning why you were out there with me and sitting so close.”
I hum, “So my brother does have a brain in there somewhere…”
I say this more to myself as she stares at me, but I can't help the light chuckle that leaves my lips.
“Do you do anything but scold me? I'm convinced you have run out of ways to convince yourself that you don't wish to be mine.”
I can see in her expression that she is at a loss for words, “No that's not–”
I interrupt her and swiftly sit up in my chair, placing both feet on the floor as I lean forward a bit, “Then why come here just to gawk at me? I am not some common plaything, you know. I am a God.”
Y/n stares at me in disbelief, and I find myself enjoying this game we play. I do or say something bold; she comes to find me after, and we argue. It is a delicious back and forth that I have come to crave.
“Please, I'm married to Thor, I didn't gawk at you.” She accentuates her words as she imitates my statement exactly how I stated it.
I scoff and close the book, still keeping it in my lap due to her anger. With this new emotion, I find myself deeply attracted to how she looks when she is frustrated.
“What, Loki? Go ahead, say whatever comment you want.” She seethes in my direction, and I grin wildly.
“You are very confusing. Are you even aware of what you want?”
Y/n instantly grows silent, her eyebrows furrowing and morphing her expression into one of real anger.
“I'm the confusing one?” She throws all concern for her volume away as she says this, suddenly marching toward me.
She pulls a hand back to slap me, however, I grab her wrist before her hit can land. As I sit in my chair, with her wrist in my hand, I notice her quick glance toward my lips. I almost miss it in the whirlwind of emotions, but when I see it, I pull her swiftly downwards and she falls forward.
As she comes down onto my lap, she lets out a light yelp and her eyes flutter frantically as she prepares for the impact that wouldn't come. Y/n is left in an awkward position as I take her face into one of my hands. The palm of her hand rests against the back of the chair in her attempts to catch herself; Her knee has fallen into the space in between my legs; And she merely stares at me with wide eyes and dilated pupils. Her breathing is shallow, but rapid, as her eyes dart across my face. Her chin is tilted forward, and her rosy lips are parted slightly as if expecting a kiss.
How I want to give her just that, but I don’t.
“Yes, you are the confusing one. You say you are married to Thor, and you will never betray him, yet you have been pulled into my lap. And now,” I let out a breath and smirk softly, “you look so desperate for a kiss.”
I can tell that Y/n has run out of things to say and I get the feeling that I am correct in my assumptions. Her silence tells me everything I would need to know. Just to tease her even further, I bring my face closer to hers and our lips have become mere inches apart. I look down at her lips before looking back at her expression, her anticipation even more apparent.
“How quaint.”
Y/n has become putty in my hands and has completely changed from combative to extremely submissive. It’s actually very pleasing to see her this way, and from an action as simple as this, it's a bit shocking.
“Loki, please…” Her pleas come out as a pathetic whisper.
I pull back completely as she speaks; her desperate words send a shockwave of goosebumps down my spine and my erection twitches underneath the confines of my clothing. The air is thick with tension between she and I, but before I can say anything, Y/n suddenly turns and removes herself from the room completely without a word.
I let out a sigh and continue what I was doing before she walked in, now having different fantasies, imaginations of Y/n being more submissive than I ever thought she would be.