Praus
You both knew what you wanted, that much was evident by the way Loki attacked your mouth with his own the second his bedroom door had closed behind him. You hadn’t even gotten to see the rest of his chambers; he’d bolted straight for the bedroom. From what you could see, the walls were a deep brown, the drapes that were tied on either side of the arched windows; a rich green, the sheets on his massive bed the same colour.
Loki laid you down on the aforementioned bed, his lips moving to your neck and you tipped your head back, allowing him better access. He leaned into the edge of the bed with his knees, hovering over you.
“Loki,” you said breathily. “I should have a shower. I haven’t had one since yesterday morning. There is probably dried blood under my shirt.”
He paused, looking down at you, and you resisted the urge to tuck his hair behind his ears as it obstructed part of his face. “Right now?”
“Dried blood isn’t sexy, Loki,” you laughed, sliding out from under him. “Let me use your shower quickly, I promise it will be worth it.”
Even as you said it, you knew he’d wait patiently for you. “I have no doubt, darling. Just try not to keep me waiting too long, otherwise I might have to join you.”
“Of course, my prince,” you said, kissing him on the cheek, noting the way his eyes flashed at the title. That’s one to save for later, you thought to yourself as you danced into his en suite bathroom.
True to your word, you cleaned up quickly, scrubbing away the dried blood (there hadn’t been as much as you’d thought), and washed the smell of smoke out of your hair. When you were done, you left all your clothes discarded on the floor, grabbing only the silky silver robe Loki had conjured earlier, slipping it on. Seemed counterproductive to put more clothes back on when you wanted him so badly to take them off.
“Lokiiii,” you sang as you stepped out of the bathroom, and immediately had to pause. Loki hadn’t just sat idle while you waited; he’d taken off his own robes and tunic, and was laying shirtless on the bed, a rose clenched between his teeth. It was ridiculous and absurd and you knew he’d pulled it out of some romance novel but you could give him a pass, because it was also insanely sexy.
Not wanting to wait another second, you climbed up onto the bed with him, crawling over to him and plucking the rose from his mouth and raising it to your mouth, biting down gently. You watched his pupils blow out at the gesture, and you winked.
“My my,” Loki breathed, taking in your appearance. “We’ve forgone clothing almost altogether, I see.”
You plucked the rose from your mouth, using your magic to make it disappear. It was definitely something you wanted to preserve. “I thought you’d be pleased. Less standing in the way of all that worshipping you were talking about doing.”
“Oh, I am pleased,” he purred, sitting up, his eyes practically undressing you already. “In fact, let me show my appreciation.”
He kissed you, but it was unlike any of the kisses you’d shared before. Those had been romantic and passionate, but this was searing and devastating, like he was trying to devour you as he pressed you down into the mattress. You had let out a moan accidentally before he even slid his tongue into your mouth.
“Appreciative enough for you, darling?” Loki asked, pulling back ever so slightly just to tease you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you had to focus on not panting, not wanting him to know just how riled up he’d got you already, but it was becoming difficult to ignore the accumulating wetness between your thighs, especially with your lack of underwear.
“Loki,” you managed, sliding a hand into his hair. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“Oh I know,” he replied, his lips moving to your neck. He latched on and sucked, causing you to arch off the bed slightly, blushing as you realized he was intent on leaving a mark where even the highest of turtlenecks wouldn’t cover it. Good thing it was winter and scarves were in fashion.
“Unfortunately,” he continued, his breath hot against your skin as he moved to the other side of your neck, “teasing is just so fun. And you, my darling, look so delectable, it would be a crime if I didn’t get to taste every inch of you.”
“If you don’t hurry up…” you begun, the threat dying before it gained any traction, however. Loki laughed as he finished leaving his second hickey on your neck.
“What happened to the girl who was telling me we ought to take it slow just yesterday?” He gave you the wickedest of grins, and you felt yourself melt a little bit inside, as if your brain hadn’t already been turned completely to liquid.
“She wasn’t desperate for a certain prince to just get on with it.” Your voice pitched up a few octaves as he pulled down the neck of the robe slightly, licking against your hot skin.
“This robe was a good idea earlier,” Loki said, punctuating each word with a kiss across your collarbone. “But now it’s feeling a bit like it belongs in a monastery. Time to get rid of it, I think.” With a snap of his fingers, the robe dissolved entirely and you let out a little squeak, moving to cover yourself, but Loki caught your hands, holding them at your sides so he could look you over.
Doing your best to forget your embarrassment, you watched Loki’s face as he revelled in your naked body, and you pressed your legs together a little tighter at the way his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips.
“Loki, please say something. You’re killing me here,” you said, doing your best to joke. Loki, however, had other ideas, and he gave you a sinful smile before releasing your hands and grabbing your knees, pulling them apart before you could even think to stop him.
His gaze settled upon your sex and he moaned, his chest rising and falling erratically. It hardly seemed fair to you that you were there, bared entirely for him, while he was still dressed in his pants.
“Is there any part of you which isn’t perfect?” Loki asked at long last, leaning back over you, hovering a few inches away from your face. “Perfect lips-” he pressed a searing kiss to your lips, moving down to your neck, kissing each body part he described.
“Perfect neck, perfect clavicle, perfect breasts…” he took one of your nipples into his mouth and you gasped, rising off the bed as his tongue circled it. Humming slightly, Loki pressed you back against the bed, releasing his mouth with a wet pop.
“Loki,” you whined, but anything you were going to tack onto it died in your throat as he moved onto your other breast, repeating the same treatment he’d given the first one. Your hips rose up, desperately seeking friction, rubbing against the front of his pants.
Already you felt his erection pressing back against you, a sure sign that he desired you just as much as you desired him.
“Perfect stomach,” Loki continued his conquest, sliding further down your body, leaving your hips to sink back down into the bed, now that the source of friction was gone. “Perfect thighs.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to the inside of your thighs and you almost screamed, so sensitive from all his teasing. “And of course, how could I forget this perfect pussy?”
You thought you were prepared. After all, there was only one way this little charade of his could’ve ended, and yet the second his mouth made contact with your dripping folds, you keened, a noise you’d never heard yourself make before ripping its way out of your throat.
“Oh god, Loki, fuck,” you breathed as his tongue expertly circled your clit, both his massive hands pressing on each of your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him. Your hands threaded themselves through his hair, not pushing his head down, just holding on for dear life as his tongue lapped at you.
He laughed, the sound vibrating against the target of his ministrations, and you were no longer concerned with being quiet, not when he was bringing you to the pearly gates of heaven so expertly. Without missing a beat, he slid his tongue down, poking at your entrance before slipping inside, his thumb moving to continue rubbing your clit.
If there had been any doubt about it before, you were convinced now that Loki was a god. You were sure you looked a mess, all sweaty, chest heaving, eyes fluttering closed, but Loki seemed to be incapable of tearing his hungry gaze away as he completely ruined you.
All too soon, you felt that familiar building in your gut, your walls beginning to clench around as much of his tongue as they could, your cries spiralling out of control, every breath punctuated with his name.
“Loki, I’m going to…ah! I’m going to…” you moaned nonsense at him, and Loki pulled his tongue away, replacing it with two of his fingers, slamming them into you as he leaned back slightly, determined to watch you unravel.
“Come for me, darling,” he goaded, and your eyes fluttered open to look at him as he spoke. “Come for your prince.”
That’s what did you in, as the building tightness within you snapped and your head thrashed back and forth, screaming Loki’s name as you came around his fingers. Loki murmured praise as he gently brought you down from your high, pulling his fingers out and pushing them into his mouth without a second thought.
“Mmm. You taste delicious,” he crowed, leaning back over you to kiss you as you caught your breath.
“You are a fucking god, Loki Laufeyson,” you mumbled, barely coherent. “Your file never said you could do that.”
“Yes, well, that’s generally not the thing they put in SHIELD files,” Loki agreed. “Are you up for more, my little death?”
You dragged one of your hands across your forehead, managing to lift your heavy eyelids enough to look at him and his mischievous expression, pleased with his own double entendre. “Speak French, do we?”
“What can I say, I’ve been told my tongue is my best asset.” He pressed his hips down against you and you bit back a moan, managing to pull yourself up as you pushed him back into an upright position, your hands flying to his pants.
“Let’s see if the rest of you lives up to the expectation it has set.” In one swift movement, you yanked down his pants and boxer briefs, a sly smile of your own playing at your lips as your eyes landed on his impressive cock. Of course he was well-endowed. The man had really won the genetic lottery, save the whole Frost Giant thing.
Leaving him to finish removing his clothes, you leant back on your elbows, watching the show, taking the time to admire the way his lean muscles rippled as he tossed his pants off the bed. His eyes flashed as he turned to you, raking over you in desire that hadn’t simmered down in the slightest since your tryst had begun.
“I don’t know if you’re told this enough, but you’re ridiculously gorgeous,” you said, your tone sarcastic but your words genuine as Loki pressed his naked body flush against yours, his mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck.
“I think I could stand to hear it a few thousand more times from you,” he murmured, licking the shell of your ear.
“Loki, don’t tease,” you chided, then immediately drew in a harsh breath as he sunk into you, his length almost splitting you in half, a moan escaping as the slight pain bled quickly into pleasure.
He gave you a few moments to get adjusted to his size, his hands tracing feather-light circles on your hips, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. Inclining yourself forwards, you latched your lips onto the space where his neck met his shoulders, nipping lightly.
“Fuck,” Loki groaned, throwing his head back as he slowly moved his hips backwards, almost pulling himself completely out before slamming back into you. “Darling, you are exquisitely tight. Such a good girl.”
Damn. You hadn’t really thought you had a praise kink before, but the way Loki spoke, his velvety voice washing over you, you’d have to be insane for his words not to go straight to your core. Already you knew you weren’t going to last long, and if the way Loki’s thrusts were speeding up was any indicator, neither was he.
Of course, because he was practically a mind reader, Loki could tell you were getting close, sliding his thumb down in between your bodies, the rough pad circling your clit.
“Come with me,” you gasped, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as he pushed you closer to the edge. “Loki, my prince, please.”
He adjusted his hips, slamming into you and hitting that spot at each pass. You were mewling incoherently at this point, your nails digging into his skin as your hands slipped down his back.
“You first,” he panted, and you let go at his command, thrashing beneath him as you descended into absolute pleasure. He snapped into you a few more times erratically before stilling, a warm sensation shooting into you as he came. Managing to find yourself amidst your haze, you trained your eyes on him, watching the way his chest fluttered with his breathing, the way his Adam’s apple protruded as he threw his head back, the way his eyes flew shut.
The two of you took a moment to come down from your respective highs, and as soon as he was able, Loki slipped out of you, rolling off of your body to lie eagle-spread beside you. Naturally, you used your regained mobility in a different manner, throwing your arm out to lay across his and letting out a blissful sigh.
“That was quite excellent, old sport. I had a jolly good time.”
That seemed to set Loki off. He giggled, his laugh quickly turning into unrestrained snickering, and you joined him.
“What is wrong with you?” He managed, his head turning to look at you.
“Don’t bash my manner of speaking. This is how I was raised.” You couldn’t even speak without laughing uncontrollably.
“Please tell me you have some form of birth control,” Loki said. “I don’t think I want to procreate with you.”
“We’re good,” you assured him, tilting your head to look him in his gorgeous eyes. “We should probably clean up, though.”
“Up for another shower?”
Twenty minutes later, you and Loki were clean once again, and Loki was inspecting the lovely scratch marks you’d made on his back in the mirror.
“Sorry. I could heal them if you want,” you apologized, looking at your own hickeys.
“Don’t you dare.” Loki squirmed away from your touch as you reached out for him. “I’m only sad you didn’t mark me up more.” He thumbed the bite mark on his neck thoughtfully.
“Freak,” you snorted. “I could give you more if you want.”
“Would you mind terribly?” Loki asked, leaning down to present his neck for you. You balked slightly, not having realized he was being serious, but he caught sight of your expression in the mirror. “I’m not asking you to brutally injure me, y/n. I just want something to admire in the mirror tomorrow morning.”
You frowned at his reflection before complying, quickly leaving a smattering of hickeys all over his neck.
“Excellent.” Loki straightened up, admiring his appearance in the mirror, despite the fact they would take a few minutes to appear. “You’re a real treat, you know that?”
“Oh, I’m aware. I am quite conscious of my incredibly gracious nature.”
“Careful. If you continue to be so benevolent, I might have no choice but to make you my princess for real someday.” Loki’s tone was joking, but his eyes were serious as he leaned down to kiss you, pressing you against the bathroom wall.
“Is that supposed to be some sort of deterrent?” You asked, sliding your arms around his bare neck. “How about you conjure me some new clothes, prince?”
“It would be my pleasure.” Loki flicked his hand and green sparkles surrounded you, leaving you in simple leggings and black sweater with some sort of design on the front. It was comfy and much more your style than you’d expected him to comply with.
“Who is this on the front?” You asked, glancing down at it.
“That’s Njal, he is a superb discus player,” Loki explained. “And an Asgardian discus player at that.”
“Oooh, an Asgardian discus player, so that means he’s automatically superior to the abundance of other discus players, does it not?”
He exited the bathroom, adjusting the towel wrapped around his waist as he did so. “Laugh all you want, but he’s quite the celebrity here on Asgard.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.” You discarded your own towel, stretching your arms as a thought occurred to you. “Also, how are the Avengers supposed to get in contact with us now that you’ve effectively destroyed our only means of communication?”
“Oh, the wifi? If anything pressing arises, Heimdall will let us know, I’m sure of it,” Loki assured you. “Threat of global catastrophe, perhaps. I’m sure he will let us know when Stark has completed his newest monstrosity, too.”
“You weren’t a fan of the tower, were you?” You giggled as you watched him pull on his various layers.
“If you remember correctly, I did actually attempt to destroy it myself. Unfortunately, I was unable to finish the job.”
“Loki, you tried to destroy all of New York.”
“What can I say? It’s ugly.” He straightened out his outfit, smoothing down the front. “You’re here on Asgard, you see how beautiful it is. New York is a disgusting blight upon the world.”
“And now you live there,” you pointed out.
“Not intentionally,” Loki said indignantly. “I seem to recall that you were living there too.”
“I have to live in large metropolitan areas. If I hang out in small towns, they get suspicious when I don’t age. Best I hang out in places where no one notices me.”
“Let’s go get some food,” he suggested, reaching for your hand instinctively, and he paused when he realized what he was doing, looking down at his treacherous limb. To save him the embarrassment, you slipped your hand into his, smiling secretly to yourself.
“Great idea, darling,” you replied, copying his nickname for you. He frowned at you as the two of you left the room.
“Find your own sobriquet for me.”
“Not many flattering ones lend themselves to me,” you hummed, playfully tapping a finger against your lips as you pretended to think. “Perhaps I’ll have to take a page out of Stark’s book and start calling you Reindeer Games.”
Loki growled. “Don’t you dare.”
It was true, though. You couldn’t think of any diminutives for Loki, most likely because his entire personality was larger-than-life; incapable of being summed up in anything as trivial as an endearing nickname.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Loki braved as the two of you headed into the kitchens. “How did Fury find you in the first place? You mentioned he didn’t support you after an incident involving a politician, but what was the catalyst to that event?”
He handed you a bowl of stew and you let go of his hand to accept it, following him out to the gardens as you thought about your answer.
“Well,” you started as you settled down on a stone bench. “Fury started something called the Avenger Initiative back in the nineteen nineties, and SHIELD turned its focus towards searching for extraordinary individuals who could function as a defence system for Earth. And while I flew under the radar in London, there were still certain people who knew there was something abnormal about me, like Thor guessed about me when we first met. There is something about me that can’t pretend to be human, no matter how hard I try. So people picked up on that, and they fed that information back to HYDRA and SHIELD. During the Second World War, HYDRA attempted to recruit me for a certain project, but I refused and changed my identity. However, word of me continued to circulate.”
“Sounds fun,” Loki said mildly, picking apart a bread roll.
“Fury came and visited me in London at the turn of the century, sat me down, and asked me to join SHIELD. When I refused, he recruited me instead to be a spy of sorts. That included getting very close to the top politicians of the time.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, lapsing into silence.
“I take it you did not have any time for meaningful relationships, then?” Loki’s question alerted you to the real question at hand. In his own deceptive way, Loki was attempting to inquire about your past lovers.
“I wasn’t exactly celibate, but no, there was nothing with any real emotion behind it. Being an immortal alien tends to create a touch of an insurmountable division in relationships.”
Loki laughed. “Tell me about it. I feared that situation might play out when I first met you, but lo and behold, you’re also an immortal alien, and against staggering odds, we found each other.”
“Aww, Loki, that was almost romantic.”
“I’m a vessel of romance. I only employ it selectively.”
“Well then, I’m glad that you selected me.” You nuzzled his jawline with your nose, quickly swiping a kiss against his cheek before returning to your stew. When you looked up at him, he was blushing.
“What?” You asked. “We had sex like, an hour ago, and now you’re getting all shy and modest with me?”
“Intercourse I can handle,” Loki said. “But all this? This is something new. I’m not used to how gentle…how meek it is.” He gestured between the two of you, his eyes full of sincerity.
“I mean,” you set your empty bowl aside, taking both his hands in yours, “you know the word ‘meek’ comes from the Greek word praus, right? Meaning power and strength under control. The way I see it, both of us are strong and powerful, and yet we balance each other in the way which we need to be balanced. Both of us need a genuine, kind connection, and that’s what we provide, because we understand each other like no one else does.”
“Y/n, sometimes I believe it is you with the silver tongue rather than me.” Loki raised one of your hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss against the inside of your wrist. “There are moments in which words fail me, yet you know exactly what to say.”
“And there are moments when you’re the reason words fail me.” It was your turn to blush at the gentle flutter of his lips. “You’re a cool cat, Loki.”
“Wow. You’re really not good at this nickname thing, are you?”
You yanked your hands away from him, offended. “Listen, some of us haven’t had anyone to call witty nicknames before. Give me time. At some point I’ll come up with the perfect one that somehow manages to encapsulate all your annoying qualities.”
“I have a name for a reason.” You tried to frown at him, but you couldn’t hold back your laughter.
“Stop being funny when I’m annoyed with you.”
You glanced down the garden path, your eyes landing on Loki’s mother, headed straight for the two of you. Quickly, you nudged Loki, nodding in her direction, covering your neck with your hands, healing your hickeys. When you looked back at Loki, he’d cast some sort of illusion to cover his own.
“Hello you two,” Frigga said as she reached you. “What are you doing out here?”
You paused, expecting Loki to start talking, but when it became evident he wasn’t going to, you barrelled on ahead. “We’re just enjoying the nature.”
“Loki,” she addressed her son, giving you a warm smile, “I finished those sequenced picture books you brought with you. They were quite entertaining, to say the least.”
It took you a moment to realize she was most likely talking about the comic books you’d gifted Loki for his birthday. You’d assumed they’d blown up with the rest of the Avengers Tower, but apparently he’d brought them over with him, saving them from their fate. The thought made you smile.
“I’m glad you enjoyed them, Mother,” Loki said, moving to stand up.
“Oh, no, don’t get up on my account.” Frigga waved her hand. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but I’m pleased to see the two of you so happy.”
You bit back a grin, and if the way Loki’s jaw flexed was any indicator, so did he.
The day eventually drew to a close, after Loki took you up to a small spring in the mountains, the two of you bathing freely in the frigid water, hiking back through the snow at dinner time. It was only once he let you to return to your guest quarters at night that the panic set in.
You really didn’t want to go to sleep, irregardless of how tired you were. The thought that you might close your eyes and see the freakish being on Vormir once again, that you’d be dragged back to your old life, was enough to set you on edge.
Before you had half a mind as to what you were doing, you found yourself wandering through the halls of the palace, your feet carrying you to Loki’s room. You turned into a ghost, floating through the walls and into his bedroom before touching down beside his bed, returning to a solid form.
Loki had been sleeping, his hair strewn across the pillow, his lips parted ever so slightly, his chest bare, and for a moment you wanted to go back to your room as so not to disturb him, irregardless of whether you could sleep or not. Just as you turned to leave, however, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist.
“Come here.” He gestured for you to join him in bed, his eyes still shut, and you climbed in, letting his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest. He didn’t need to ask you what was wrong; you had a feeling he already knew. But somehow, in his arms, you drifted off to sleep in no time, finally surrendering to the dark pull of the void.