You're pushing the floating flakes around in your cereal bowl, bored out of your mind. Your father, Tony Stark, canceled your 'classes' today as the Avengers needed to have a meeting about a dangerous criminal being transferred into their custody, so he couldn't afford to play teacher with you. Being the nosy young man you are, you decide to see what all the fuss is. Down to the dungeon you go, the elevator going ten levels below ground. Going to these levels requires your dad's handprint, but you added yours to the system by the time you turned thirteen. He's removed it several times, but has since given up and instead gave you a set of rules to go by when down in restricted areas:
1. You are not to bring anyone not on the approved list onto restricted levels.
2. You are not to touch, take, or leave anything on restricted levels.
3. You are not to tell people about the things and/or people on restricted levels.
You've abided by these rules since then and have never broken one, knowing how serious your dad takes them. You know he's going to be mad when you talk to the criminal, but you figure since you're technically not breaking any rules that he'll eventually forgive you. Not this time, you realize, when you see the criminal is none other than Loki Laufeyson, Son of King Laufey, adopted brother of Thor Odinson, The God of Mischief, but most recently- nearly the destroyer of Earth, also known as Midguard. He also happens to be the ire of your fantasies, man in your dreams- the one person you let yourself daydream about as you know you'll never land him. You made it a rule to not fantasize about people on your level, for it would hurt if they rejected you. At least with Loki-
"You can come closer, mortal," a sultry voice sounds from down the hall. You're brought from your thoughts and tilt your head up to see Loki had spoken to you.
"What did you say?"
He chuckles lowly. "My, your thoughts are quite filthy indeed. I'd heard a few in the years past, however none were as blatant as these. I had said you can come closer. I won't bite... although I'd imagine you wouldn't be opposed. You'd have to find a way out of this cage, first," he brings a hand up in the air to touch a shimmering forcefield. You'd cracked them before, your father is a massive creature of habit if nothing else. Just a tweak here and there, and due to the color he'd used a few enchantments, likely the result of Doctor Strange... he'd never make something he couldn't get through in case of emergency though, so there must be a key or shut-off for the enchantments... Oh. You look to the bottom right corner outside the cage and notice a panel.
"You want out, huh?"
He stands up straighter. "Human, if you can get me out I will most certainly reward you for your service," he speaks plainly. Your mind flashes dirty images but you quickly push them out, once again focusing on the matter at hand. You take a flathead screwdriver out of your jacket pocket and take the screws off the panel. It reveals a puzzle that changes every minute, but it's a simple game of patterns. After four rounds, you answer and unlock the mechanical portion. That's a piece of cake for you, and you take down the forcefield in a matter of minutes. It shuts off and he pokes a hand through the air that was previously blocked, then laughs. "You stupid human, you actually did it," he smiles wide.
"Not stupid, I know what you've done. Though, I suppose some people would still call that a bad decision. If I were stupid, however, I wouldn't have been able to get you out," you smirk while throwing your screwdriver and catching it.
"I suppose not. Loki Laufeyson, at your service. What do you desire of me...?" he pauses, silently inquiring your name.
"Y/N Stark. And I desire you, Loki."
His eyes widen in surprise, then in hunger. "That, I can do." He snaps and a bed appears behind him in the cell's empty space. He gestures with an arm for you to approach him and the furniture, and once you comply he snaps again and both yours and his clothes are in a neat folded pile in the corner. "Apologies for the haste, but I've not felt another body on mine in months. Locked up, you see. So, preferred position? Safe word? Hard limits?"
"Uh, bottom, Mushrooms, and no spit, scat, piss, or blood. Pretty much everything else is on the table," you answer, sitting on the bed in front of him. He pushes you back and sensually crawls on top of you, his muscles much more apparent up close.
"You may touch them, pet." You let out a small whine and his wolfish grin grows exponentially as you bring your arms to smooth over his shoulders and down his biceps. He lowers his head to the side of yours, whispering into your ear, "So, bedding the god that nearly destroyed your world does nothing to assuage you?"
"More the opposite," you groan, his large, hard member absently rubbing yours.
He grinds onto you with purpose and strength, drawing a loud sound from behind your lips. "I might have to keep you, darling. It isn't everyday you find such a lustful human that violence does not scare away."
"I have -oh fuck- half a mind to l-let you."
His fingers snap twice in a row, yet you only notice one change- his hands are oiled up, and he brings it to your length in between you both. He grips it and licks your slit slowly, "Get further onto the bed." You obey and lay your head near the pillows. He lathers your dick in the magical oil and you begin to feel increasingly horny as he lifts his hand up and down, more so than a normal hand job would do for you. "They don't call me the Trickster God for nothing, Y/N. This oil I've summoned does wonders for the libido, as well as making the person more sensitive." He takes your entire head into his mouth and sucks hard, ripping a loud moan from you while you jerk your hips further into the great feeling. "Now that I feel you're adequately... prepared, the fun can begin. Oh, darling, how do you feel about being choked? Blood flow, not airway."
"Fuck yes," you breathe out as he continues to stroke you.
"Perfect," his lips curl upward. He positions himself over your groin, and before you put two and two together he's fully seated onto your hard cock. You groan together, and he clenches around you. So that's what he did earlier- he prepped himself, you reason. "Human, this will be much more enjoyable for the both of us if you stop thinking so much," he grinds back and forth slowly at first, then picking up speed. You nod, not trusting your voice. A hand shoots to your throat causing you to quickly bring your eyes to meet his. "Let's go over rules, shall we? One: you will maintain eye contact unless instructed otherwise. Two: you will speak when spoken to. Three: you will not hide any noises from me. Four: you will safe word if you want to stop for any reason, I will abide by your wishes. Five: you will receive aftercare, this is non-negotiable. Sound fair, pet?"
"Yes!"
"Amazing." He rises up and slams down onto you harshly a few times, then begins to fuck himself rhythmically. A minute or two in, he finds the perfect angle that hits his g-spot nicely, and you know this as his ass closes around you beautifully with every thrust he makes. You have a great sight of his muscles pulling taught and loosening repeatedly, his thighs straddling you and his arm firmly planted on your chest while the other intermittently reduces the blood flowing to your head. You feel euphoric and you never want it to end. Unfortunately, your stamina is not the best and you begin to get close to the edge.
"L-Loki, I-"
His hair cascades over his face as he leans down to brush your lips with his, "I know darling. Me too." He picks up the pace, filling the room with lewd moans and slapping noises. You fist his hair in your hands, tugging moderately. He breathes out shallowly, and soon enough you both release- him first onto your chest, then you paint his insides with your cum. You remain in that position until you both fall soft and calm down, then he carefully pulls off of you and lies beside you, moving you to lay your head on his chest with his arm wrapped around you.
"Y/N, are you down he- OH GOD!" Steve Rogers covers his eyes, but the image of you, his boss' son, and Loki, the God of Mischief, naked in bed is forever etched into his mind.
"That is correct, but would you come back later? We're both terribly tired." He utters softly, as you've fallen asleep by now.
"Oh I'll be back later, with the whole of the Avengers to figure out how this," he gestures to the entire cell, "happened. God, I'm never going to get that out of my head," he mumbles as he speed walks back to the elevator. "No, Stark, you're not going in there. Just- I'll tell you later, trust me on this."