You blink and rub your eyes. A second ago you were smoking behind an abandoned industrial building in London, bunking off from that one university class with the professor you hate. Now you’re in a darkened cave littered with cans, the floor and walls dark sand and the roof unstable-looking rock. You have no idea where you are, or if you’re really here. Is any of this real? Have you lost your mind completely?
“Hello?” You’re afraid to shout too loud in case the cave collapses on you. “Is anyone there?”
You stumble forward, kicking cans out of the way, and suddenly you see a man leaning against the wall, clutching his chest. “Sir?” You stumble faster. “Sir, can you help me?”
“No, it will be you who will be helping me,” he sneers, and his hand shoots out and grabs you, pulling you against him. “I have… an injury. If I take my armour off, I may bleed out. I need you to take this cloth and put pressure on it for me. Can you do that?”
“What the…” Your head is spinning. “What happened to you? I can call an ambulance-“
“A what?” The man looks genuinely confused, his long black hair falling into his green eyes. “No, just hold this down when I undo this… here… see, right here.” He undoes his breastplate, a huge bloodstain on the bottle green tunic underneath, and then he rips the tunic open, revealing a huge stab wound in his chest.
“Oh my GOD!” You stumble backwards. “I can’t treat this, you need a doctor-“
“It… my seiðr saved my life.” The man gasped, trying to stem the blood. “HOLD THE RAG ON IT AND PRESS DOWN!”
You immediately do as you’re told, stemming the flow of blood as a creeping green glow spreads across his chest, working on the wound. “What the-“
“The seiðr.” The man seems weak but slowly strengthening. His skin, naturally pale, already has its healthy glow back, and his handsome face is no longer contorted with pain. “I woke up… I woke up alone on the plains. My brother left me here. I think he thought I was dead. I thought I was dead. My seiðr… it is healing me quickly. Soon, I will have my full strength back.” His grip tightens on your wrist. “I just can’t WAIT to see you naked.”
You try to take a step back, despite feeling an odd tingle of excitement. “What-“
“It’s been a long time, sweetheart, and I need… well, you know.” He grinned. “And you just look… delectable.”
“No, I’m…” You almost don’t want to say it. “I’m a virgin, I’ve never done this before-“
“Then this will be quite the initiation.” He pushes you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and your hips against the rough stone with his own, and kisses you deeply. Something inexplicable takes hold of you and you open your mouth to let out a moan, and then his tongue is in your mouth as he grinds his hips against you, his growing erection obvious against your thigh. You instinctively start to match his movements with your own, kissing him shyly, and then he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. His face is cold, little emotion in his emerald green eyes. “This is going to hurt, make no mistake, but it will be a pain mixed with intense pleasure, little one.” Before you can ask any questions he tears off your clothes and pins you back against the wall, one of his hands turning an icy blue.
“Plea- AARGGHH!” He tweaks your right nipple experimentally with his ice cold fingers, but along with the searing cold, you feel an unexpected twinge of pleasure.
“Hmmm. Sensitive.” He smiles and does it again, caressing agonising rings of pain that just arouse you more and more around your breasts. “Come for me.”
“No!” You’re pretty sure you will.
He grins and tweaks at your nipple again with his ice cold fingers, stroking and tweaking as the pressure builds inside you, your nipple somehow numb and on fire at the same time, and you can’t stop yourself moaning loudly, your back arching and your hips pushing up against his. “Come for me, baby.” He smiles again, leans down, and brushes your nipple ever so slightly with a flick of his tongue, and you come violently against his body, all the strength suddenly gone from your legs and your body held up only by the pressure of his hips holding you to the wall. You’ve never felt anything like it in your life and, suddenly, you want more.
The blue vanishes from his hand and now he’s fumbling with his pants, forcing you to your knees with one hand gripped tightly above your head as he releases himself. “Kneel before your king.”
“I… I kneel.” What else can you say?
“Say I’m your king.”
“I-“
“SAY I’M YOUR KING!”
“I… I kneel before my king.” You bow your head, the last thrills of pleasure still pulsing through you. You know who he is now. You recognise him from the news footage, even without the helmet.
“I want you to suck me.” He looks at you sharply. “Bite me and I’ll break your neck.”
Your mouth falls open. You have no idea how to do such a thing. You swallow nervously and take him in your mouth, licking the underside as you rotate your free hand around the shaft, slowly taking all of him into your mouth until the tip brushes the back of your throat, and he’s swearing and shaking and thrusting his hips at you as you keep licking, playing with the tiny flap of skin below the head with your tongue. Beginning to understand what he likes, you allow him to thrust in and out of your mouth in time with his breathing, licking and kissing the head and shaft, rotating your hand and brushing your fingertips lightly across the sensitive skin. He’s convulsing now, his grip on your other hand so weak you could easily pull free if you still had any desire to, and then he screams and - something - fills your mouth as he moans and whines in relief. You swallow it all, licking your lips as you look at him.
He smiles a little. “Well…” Suddenly he pounces on you, lying on top of you and holding a freezing dagger to your warm throat, and for a terrifying minute you think he’s going to kill you… before you understand it’s just another game. He brushes the flat of the blade across your skin, occasionally twisting it and giving you a sharp nip of pain, and you’re getting turned on again, your hips rubbing up against his body and driving you wild with desire for him. The cold of the metal against the warmth of your skin is excruciating both in pleasure and pain, and you can’t get enough. There are shallow rivulets of blood running across your skin and somehow they turn you on even more. He keeps stroking across your naked body with the dagger, and then he moves it downwards and stabs you quickly, shallowly with it. You come with a deafening shriek, your whole body shaking and convulsing as you scream something incomprehensible.
“I think you should say my name…” he whispers, pinning your hands back above your head as you both lie on the dark sands, an ugly scar now marking the skin of his beautiful chest.
“L… Loki.” You swallow nervously. You know what this man is capable of, and now he has you alone in a desolate cave.
“That’s right.” Before you even realise he’s erect again, he pushes inside you, tearing through your virginity and making you scream with both pleasure and pain. He keeps thrusting inside you, whispering a mixture of sweet nothings and veiled threats in your ear as the pleasure builds anew, your hips moving in time with his as he kisses your neck and throat, murmuring softly. He feels wonderful, like nothing you could ever have imagined, every smooth, careful thrust making you moan with pleasure at the feeling of fullness he gives you. “Oh, so tight, baby, so tight, I love it…”
“Loki…” You moan his name, and you feel him smile against your skin. “Loki…”
“Yes, say my name, baby, say my name…” He’s moving harder and faster, his breathing rapid and erratic.
“Loki, oh, Loki, LOKI!” You feel like you are going to die with pleasure. “Loki…”
“Yes, just like that, just like that…” Loki’s eyes are half closed, his mouth slightly open as he starts to tremble, and then he’s coming again, swearing so loudly that it echoes down the cave and filling you up. Before you can stop it, you come yourself, screaming his name as your back arches and every nerve in your body sings with pleasure.
“Oh… oh…” Loki pulls you into his arms, kissing you all over. “I wish we could do this again…”
“You’re- you’re leaving?!” You’re shocked. He can’t just leave you here, can he?
“Of course.” He frowns. “I mean, I’ll get you out of here, but what else did you think was going to happen? That we were going to live happily ever after? Please.” He laughed. “I don’t do happily ever after.”
Your lower lip starts to tremble. “You don’t do happily ever after?”
“No.” His voice is firm, but you could swear you saw tears in his eyes. “I don’t do happily ever after.”