Summary:

Loki and you spend some quiet time together on the couch where he gives you a surprise lesson on pop culture history. It's comfortable, until a damn thunderstorm rolls in.

Notes:

Yay, it's Friday!! For all my little pop culture fans, you might get a chuckle out of this chapter (hopefully). Anyway, I'd just like to say that the response to this fic has been absolutely incredible and you all amaze me more and more with every update, so thank you for that. I appreciate each and every one of you more than you could imagine

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Chapter Text

Waking up was a bit more difficult than usual. Your eyes felt heavy, thick, and the air around you seemed foggy. You groaned and tried to open your eyes, but it was like a weight was holding your eyelids down. You sighed and left them closed, opting instead to float in this odd state of in between sleep and consciousness.

Perhaps you should have been worried, but you weren't. It was nearly impossible to feel worried when Loki's soft shirt was still wrapped around your body. There was a blanket resting over you, and while you had no idea where it came from, it smelled like Loki. You pushed your nose into the soft blanket and felt a small smile form on your lazy lips. You inhaled and your nose was stuffed with the scent of Loki - pine, leather, sex. Sex. You inhaled deeper and wow, everything smelled like sex.

You shifted a bit beneath the blanket, rubbing your legs together. There was something on your thighs and you immediately recognized it as Loki's cum. And then, your thoughts flew back to last night - this morning? When did Loki wake you up to fuck you? It didn't matter. What mattered was that he did wake you up, he did fuck you, and he did leave you with his cum drying on you when you told him to.

And then he said he adored you.

It startled you when he first said it, and if you were being frank, you couldn't meet his eyes afterwards. But that wasn't because you hated what he said. No, you felt so elated by it. Loki had told you he cared for you, wanted you, and would go to great lengths to protect you. But adoring you was something that held a bit more...weight, intention than you realized. You wanted to return the sentiment, and you were all ready to, when he had hushed you quietly.

Because the truth was you adored Loki and you wanted to shout it to the world, show everyone your pendant, and declare yourself totally and utterly his.

That realization forced you back into slumber, and you weren't sure how long you were asleep for, but your dreams were more than pleasant. You dreamt of Loki kissing you, his arms wrapped around you, and his eyes watching you with such a tender softness that you could feel yourself melting under his gaze. And then, his cock was in you. He was thrusting into you slowly, roughly, deeply, and his hand was locked with yours, holding you to him. His hips moved intimately, pushing his cock into you with a passion that nearly had you crying. He whispered sweet nothings to you, and when you woke up, there were tears on your cheeks. You weren't sad - you were happy. You were happy because this was your reality. Loki was your reality. He was here, he was tangible, and he adored you.

Loki, Prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, God of Mischief, God of Sex adored you.

You began crying again.

At least this time, your arms had enough blood flowing through them for you to raise them to your eyes. You scrubbed your cheeks and smiled into the blanket that was still pushed up to your mouth. The happiness that was inside you felt infectious, spreading from your chest to the rest of your warm body. You giggled and blushed, your hand falling to the pendant still draped around your neck protectively, possessively. Everything felt so right knowing that Loki wanted you.

But then, the voice in the back of your mind began whispering. Sure, he wants you now. But what about tomorrow? How about the next day? Or the next? This won't last forever...

You tried to ignore it. You really did. You were so happy but you couldn't deny that the little voice was right. This couldn't last forever. Loki wouldn't want you forever. You were his pet, his little plaything, and you could only satisfy him for so long. Things would change one day. You weren't ready for that.

The tears that were once happy were now angry and sad. You scrubbed them away, trying to push back those feelings of self-doubt that still lingered in the corners of your mind. You had to give Loki credit - he did a good job at forcing that voice away. You were feeling more confident, more sure of yourself. The only problem was you didn't know how much of that confidence and sureness stemmed from the knowledge that Loki wanted to be with you - wanted to fuck you, rather.

There would come a day where Loki would grow tired of you. He'd pull away, you knew he would. He would show up less and less. He'd stop cornering you against the wall just so he could press his lips to yours. He'd begin looking in the direction of other people, his eyes traveling and traveling until they rested upon you no more. And then, you would wake up one day. Your pendant would be gone. You'd feel empty, lonely, a bit less grounded because the emerald would no longer be pressed to your chest.

You would be alone.

You shook your head and grabbed the pendant, reminding yourself that no, that wasn't happening. That wasn't here, that wasn't now. You wanted to enjoy the here and the now. And really, if you so desired, you could kick Loki out. You could tell him no. You could avoid the heartbreak before it came. But you couldn't. You had gotten a taste - several tastes - and you never wanted to give up the forbidden fruit, the golden chalice, the divine wine. Loki was yours - in whatever way he chose to define that - and you would take complete advantage of that while you could.

The nagging in the back of your head was the reason you ended up getting out of bed. You wanted to see if Loki was here - you wanted to know if he actually stayed. You tried not to think about what would happen if he wasn't here. What would you do? You pushed the thoughts away and instead, ran your hands down your naked thighs. Despite stripping you bare last night, Loki still wrapped you in your panties and his t-shirt after tucking you in...again.

But as you stood up, you realized something strange. You didn't need to use the bathroom, you weren't hungry, nor did you feel even an ounce of exhaustion. You furrowed your brows as you headed into the bathroom and brushed your teeth before walking out of your room, not even bothering to toss on a pair of pants or a sweatshirt.

And much to your relief, you weren't the only soul in your apartment.

There was music softly playing in the kitchen, accompanied by the smell of stew. Your feet carried you into the kitchen, your nose appreciating the cooked food. When you rounded the corner, you stopped to admire the sight of Loki humming along to David Bowie, his foot tapping on the ground as he stirred the stew in a pot. Looking at it, you had no idea where it came from. His hair was hanging loose once again and it brushed against the dark green button-up he was wearing. His back was to you and you took this moment of secrecy and oblivion to just watch him.

"You're staring."

Never mind.

"It's a nice sight to wake up to," you admitted, walking further into the kitchen. You walked up behind Loki and made a bold decision. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his back. He stiffened for a moment but quickly relaxed into your touch. You smiled against his soft shirt. "Good morning, Master."

"Good morning, pet," he chuckled. "Or shall I say good afternoon? Well, maybe evening. Is 5 p.m. considered afternoon or evening?"

"What?" You jumped back. Loki turned around and nodded, pointing to the digital clock on top of your refrigerator. Your jaw dropped as you saw the little red digits flick from 5:14 to 5:15 p.m. Your eyes drifted back to Loki and you shook your head slowly. "Loki, I'm so sorry!"

"What is there to be sorry about, little one?" Loki asked with genuine confusion. He leaned back against the counter and furrowed his dark eyebrows. His long arms crossed over one another as he tilted his head slightly. "You rested. Why is that something to apologize for?"

"Well, it's the first day of this vacation and I basically wasted it in bed," you said, rubbing your arm nervously. "And not even in the way we intended."

"Come here, sweet," Loki said, holding his arm out. You walked into his grip and he held you against his warm body. His hand trailed up and down your back, briefly brushing over your ass. "You needed the rest. You were exhausted. It was a long week and I wanted you to sleep in."

"You could have woken me up," you grumbled.

"No," Loki replied sternly. "I already woke you up last night. Didn't need to do that again."

"I wouldn't have complained." You smiled and reached up onto your toes to kiss Loki. He bent his head down, swooping low to capture your lips in his. He groaned against you, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as you pressed your body closer to his. His hands fell to your ass and squeezed it playfully. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you held him close. His lips were sweet and soft, gliding against yours slowly and intimately. When Loki pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and smiled.

"That was worth the wait," he chuckled. "Is it...is it a bit forward to say that I missed you despite you being in the next room?"

Truthfully, Loki did more than miss you. He ached for you. He thought hearing you snore would help ease his conscience by knowing you were safe in the next room. But really, it only reminded him that yes, you were in the next room. He wanted to share the night with you - hold you, kiss you, fuck you. Loki was well aware that he had to focus on answering prayers, but you were still rather tempting.

It was a difficult night, he would admit. The prayers in the area were intense and had him yearning for you. He spent hours sifting through the words of the wicked, granting some what they wanted, others what they needed, and several he simply could not please. There came a point, though, that his head began to hurt and he had to lay down. This was...a lot. It was brutal. The power of sex was so strong in the area that Loki's cock was hard, his chest was hurting, and his mind was rattled with confusion.

Too many stories. Too many desires. Too many wishes.

It was all too much.

He would not deny that he fucked his hand a few times - five times, to be more exact. And each time he came, it was with the knowledge that he could, realistically, be inside you at that very moment. However, he could not wake you again. So, he elected to miss you.

Loki would not know the result of his work until he checked in later. It was a mystery if a difference would even appear tonight. Could he have satisfied so much hunger so quickly? If he was being honest, he was worried. He feared for you. Something was occurring on Midgard and, though it was likely he had squashed it, there was still lingering concern in his mind. If anything were to happen to you...Loki did not really want to think about it when you were standing in his arms, looking up at him like he was the only person in the universe.

Perhaps his long night had resulted in his eyes playing tricks on him.

But then, you kissed his chest. "I would say I missed you too but I was sleeping. It's a bit hard to know if I did or not."

"Cheeky little thing." Loki winked. His hands moved down and he paused, his fingertips brushing over the cum still sticking to your skin. Loki leaned back and there was a dark, wicked grin on his face. "I should keep you branded with my cum for these next two weeks. I'd never let you clean it off. My perfect, perfect little pet."

"I like the sound of that," you laughed, pulling Loki down to kiss him again, already sure of where this was going. However, the moment his nose brushed yours, there was a deep, annoying grumble radiating from your stomach. Loki paused and let out an airy chuckle.

"You need to eat," Loki murmured, moving his hands back up to the safe area on your back. You pouted but Loki just gave you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes and shook your head but continued to lean into Loki. He hummed and turned back towards the stew. "You're bound to be hungry after that rest."

"Surprisingly, I don't feel hungry. I didn't even need to use the bathroom when I woke up," you said with a shrug. You took a whiff of the pot and grinned. "Smells great though."

"Darling, you must eat. This is not up for debate," Loki said, his face cold as he looked back at you. You swallowed and nodded weakly. Loki bent his head and kissed your temple. "Good girl. Go sit on the couch. Get comfortable."

"Will you eat with me?" you asked as you walked out of his arms.

"Would that make you happy?" he asked back, a slight smile on his face. You nodded and Loki hummed, snapping two bowls into existence. "What the lady wants, the lady gets."

"The lady wants some cock right about now."

"What the lady wants, the lady gets most of the time."

You flung up your middle finger towards Loki, and the god in question laughed loudly as you walked out of the room. You settled onto the couch beside Cooper. He lifted his head and nudged your leg lazily. You began to scratch his neck, and when your fingers brushed something hard, you paused. You scrunched your brows as you tilted Cooper's head up. Around his throat was a collar - black leather, golden plates, and little emeralds embedded in it.

"Where did you get this, buddy?" you mumbled. There was a whistle from the kitchen that had Cooper's head popping upwards. Your dog grunted and slugged his way off of the couch and into the next room. You heard some shuffling and then Loki sauntered into the room, whistling the same Bowie song as before. Loki handed you the bowl of stew as he sat on the couch. "Hey Loki?"

"Yes, dove?" he asked as he settled into the couch.

"Does...does Cooper have a new collar?" you asked, blowing on your stew. A bark came from the kitchen and Loki scoffed but nodded. He chuckled briefly, taking a spoonful of stew. He swallowed it and pointed his chin towards the kitchen.

"First of all, the little brat just said 'fuck yeah I do'. So, as he said so eloquently, yes he does," Loki said. "No offense, darling, but the other one was rather ugly. Ugly curtains, ugly collar, come on, pet. Have you learnt nothing about design?"

"Hey, don't hate on my curtains," you laughed, holding a hand up. "And the collar was cheap. I can't afford the fancy kind of bling you got him."

"It was free for me, technically."

"Did you steal a collar?"

"Really? With the vast amount of magic I can do, you assume I would steal a dog collar of all things?"

You paused and pursed your lips. "Good point."

"I created the collar for him as a gift," Loki explained. He reached forward and scooped your pendant between his fingers. His thumb brushed over the gem and he licked his lips. The emerald glittered against his skin as he stroked it gently. Loki dragged his eyes back up to yours. "Just as this pendant allows you to reach me, that collar will do the same for Cooper. Should he ever need me, that collar will act just as your pendant does."

"Why did you do that?" you asked.

"I told you, pet, it is my job to protect you. If creating that collar allows me to do so, then it must be done," Loki whispered. His eyes fell to your lips as he dropped his hand from your necklace. "Kiss me."

You all but flung yourself into his arms, balancing your stew bowl in one hand as your other tangled in his hair. Loki's mouth parted, and unlike the kiss in the kitchen, this one held a bit of a hurry within it. His lips moved quickly, dangerously alluring. The stew was threatening to fall from your hand as you pushed your body closer to his. Loki's tongue danced with yours as his free hand grabbed your ass. You moaned, your head rolling back. Loki kissed down your neck, and when his lips reached your necklace, he paused. He pressed a gentle kiss to the gem, to your neck, then to your lips.

"Your lips contain a poison, my dear. One most distracting and tempting to my person," Loki murmured, his nose still nudging yours. He straightened his back and nodded to your stew. "Eat."

"Yes, Master," you sighed whimsically, your lips still tasting like his. You licked them slowly, absorbing his taste on your tongue. You slid back against the cushions and regained your grip on your bowl. "Thank you for giving that to Cooper, by the way. It's actually nice knowing there's another way you're looking out for me."

"I will always look out for you."

It was an intense sentence, one that held a hefty amount of meaning. But when he spoke the words, you knew them to be true. He wouldn't let anything happen to you as long as he was around - or, not around. The collar and your necklace permitted that. You lifted the spoon in your bowl and blew on the stew until it cooled enough for you to eat it. You took in a few mouthfuls, humming in awe as you tasted the divine mixture of flavors and spices. "This is really good, Loki."

"Why thank you, little one." Loki smiled, taking in his own spoonful of his creation. You nodded and ate more of the stew, your eyes closing as the warmth flooded your body. You realized you were much hungrier than you thought - that really didn't surprise you after being asleep for so long. You finished nearly the entire bowl in just a few short minutes, and the entire time, Loki was still humming. You placed your spoon back in the mostly empty bowl.

"You really like Bowie, huh?" You pulled your legs up beside you as Loki nodded.

"How could I not? He was a great guy," Loki said, looking at you as he ate a mouthful of stew. You stared at him, spoon halfway to your mouth and your lips parted.

"What do you mean he was a great guy?" you asked. "Loki...did you know David Bowie?"

"Of course," Loki said nonchalantly. He winked and smirked. "Why do you think he wrote 'Starman'?"

"You're the reason 'Starman' exists?" you gasped, dropping the spoon into the bowl. "That song is about you?"

"Naturally," Loki chuckled. "Pet, I've been around for over a thousand years. It should be no shock that I was friends with many of your greats."

"Who else did you know?" you squealed, putting the stew down on the side table. You curled up into Loki's side and looked at him with wide, amazed eyes. Loki smiled down at you and placed his own bowl beside him in favor of wrapping his arms around you.

"Well, I visited Midgard many times during your prime period of rock," Loki said, eyes facing the ceiling in thought. "Let's see...there was Elton, Freddie, Mick..."

"Elton John? Freddie Mercury? Mick Jagger?" you gasped, your hands grasping Loki's shirt. "Loki! This is fucking insane! Did they also write songs about you?"

"It's likely." Loki winked.

"How did you become friends with them all?" you asked, resting your head on Loki's chest. He rubbed your back as he looked down at you. You offered him a small smile as he took you in. He bent down suddenly and kissed you, taking your lips into a quick, praising kiss. When he pulled back, he swiped his thumb over your lower lip.

"I just wanted to do that," he mumbled. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. "Well, pet, they were naturally drawn to me and I to them. You see, us gods have our official titles, mine being mischief and sex, of course. But those titles are sort of like trees. Mischief and sex are the trunks of the trees and from that, other titles branch out. For example, as the God of Mischief, some of my domains also include lies, robbery, games, and entertainment. Now of course, those are smaller titles of mine and realistically, I can pass them onto other gods but alas, I'm rather greedy."

"Sorry to interrupt," you said quickly. "But what branches does the God of Sex look over?"

"Great question," Loki noted with a smile. "As the God of Sex, I also see over seduction, lust, passion, a bit of fertility, though my mother also holds that title as well, and trust."

"Trust?" you asked.

Loki nodded thoughtfully. "Trust is a key with sex. If you do not trust your partner, where is the intimacy? I never force anyone to trust me. That would be an abuse of power. I sort of just watch over the bonds of fidelity, you know? Trust, fidelity, loyalty - it is all the same and I reside over all of those domains. You need them to have the pure rawness and power of sex."

"I never thought of it that way," you admitted, settling back into your position that you had unintentionally risen from. "This is so interesting. Thank you for telling me more."

"Of course, pet. Back to the story?" he asked and you agreed quietly. "Right, so as I said, one of my branches for God of Mischief includes entertainment. After all, you can't have entertainment without a bit of fun, promiscuity, quirky mischief. So it was that point that drew them to me. Being entertainers, they felt my power and it called out to them. I felt their talent, their hidden power, if you will, and I was brought to them."

"Did they recognize you?" you asked, completely enthralled by his story.

"Elton didn't at first, but he was also pretty drunk. Otherwise, I was quick to tell them. I wanted to help them, to give them the inspiration they needed. They were great without me and they would have succeeded without my help. I was just another tale for them to tell in their music," Loki explained, waving one of his large hands around in the air.

"Wow," you sighed. "That's so fascinating. I could listen to your stories forever."

"Could you?" Loki chuckled, hugging you closer to him. You both were quiet for a few moments. His breathing was relaxing you, lulling you into a calm, soothed state. You shut your eyes and nestled further into him. Loki's cheek fell to the top of your head and you listened to him sigh. "This is nice, pet. This is really nice."

"It is," you admitted, eyes still closed.

"Do you like The Beatles?" Loki asked suddenly, his head still resting on yours.

"I do," you said softly, curling up further to him. Even though you had slept for so many hours, Loki's calming presence was pushing you into a dreamlike state on the brink of consciousness. You felt Loki take a deep sigh beneath you and he did something you would never expect.

He sang.

"Something in the way she moves...attracts me like no other lover...something in the way she woos me...I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how," Loki sang, his voice low and elegant. It was deep, sonorous, and brimming with both seduction and relaxation. You immediately eased into it, and a humorous thought ran through your mind where you acknowledged that his voice reminded you mildly of melted dark chocolate. Loki's fingers stroked your back as he continued to sing. "Somewhere in her smile she knows...that I don't need no other lover...something in her style that shows me...I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how..."

Loki sang the song in his melodious voice and you were honestly shocked by how well he could carry a tune. Really, you shouldn't have been surprised. His voice was like magic on its own. It was no wonder he could work a song so perfectly. You knew this song, it was one of your favorites. You tried not to think of the lyrics too deeply and assumed he had picked a song that he, too, just enjoyed. There was nothing else behind this, other than some adoration. He hummed the guitar solo, and when that was over, his voice was even deeper, rawer.

"You're asking me will my love grow...I don't know, I don't know...you stick around now it may show...I don't know, I don't know...something in the way she knows...and all I have to do is think of her...something in the things she shows me...I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how..."

When he finished singing, his arms were nearly locked around you and your fist was gripped tightly in his shirt. There were tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, your mouth agape in awe.

"That was beautiful..." you whispered. "Thank you for that."

"You're thanking me a lot today," Loki said quietly, moving one hand upwards to stroke your cheek. "I should be the one thanking you."

"Why?"

"Because you gave me a home here," Loki murmured. "I feel...safe with you, pet."

"I feel safe with you," you stated in return. "I know you're going to protect me no matter what. You're...I..."

"What is it, little one?" Loki captured your chin between his fingers and locked eyes with you. You felt a tear slip from your left eye. Loki quickly caught it with his mouth, kissing away the salty droplet with a tender, devoted touch of his lips. He lifted his head and when you caught his gaze again, you blurted it out.

"I adore you."

Loki smiled, a small twitch of his lips that would be barely noticeable had you not examined him with so much scrutiny. "Is that what you were trying to tell me last night?"

"Yes." Your voice was barely audible, emotion thick and heavy anchoring your words in your throat. Loki ran his knuckles over your cheekbone. His caress was slow and gentle, his warm skin brushing over yours with all intention of comfort and kindness.

"I adore you too."

It felt good for him to say it. It felt right.

"Good. Good, I'm glad," you said quickly, stretching up to press a chaste kiss to Loki's lips. When you pulled back, you tilted your head. "Hey, did you know The Beatles too?"

"I helped John and Paul write 'Hey Jude'."

"You son of a bitch!"

Loki laughed, his head tossed back as he bellowed out his joy. You knelt there in shock, giggling in disbelief. It was rather insane, you thought, that you were curled up on your couch with a deity who aided rockstars write music, answered prayers about losing virginity, and cooked some pretty delicious stew. This entity also came inside of you, tugged you by a leash, and called you degrading names in bed. And then, he also adored you.

Loki of Asgard adored you.

It would not be a sentence you would be tired of hearing.

He admitted it last night and he admitted it again now. And when he said it, his eyes sparkled. They nearly glowed with emotion and devotion. You couldn't deny the ache in your chest when he said it. You wanted him to say it again, and again, and again. You wanted him to say more. You adored this man - this god - with every inch of your heart and you knew that nothing would be able to tear you away from him now. You had breached the over-one-week mark and he was still here. You didn't think it would last this long but it had. Loki was here, he adored you, and you adored him.

Maybe you felt more than adoration for the God of Mischief and Sex.

But you were quickly torn from your thoughts when a clap of thunder roared from outside. You screamed and immediately dove into Loki's lap. You buried your head in his neck and wrapped your arms around him. There was another crack and you cried out, your body shivering against Loki's body. He sat there in relative shock but as soon as he registered what was happening, Loki's arms quickly wound around your body and held you close to him.

"Sweet thing, what is it?" Loki asked, his mouth pressed directly to your ear. You opened your mouth to speak, but then a flash of yellow and white streaked across the living room and you yelped again. Loki looked out the window and caught sight of angry, thick, gray clouds hanging in the sky. He squinted and a rumble of thunder broke out from the clouds, earning more trembling from you. It dawned on Loki then and his face relaxed. "Is it the thunder? Are you afraid of it?"

"Yes," you squeaked out. You sighed, your body slumping a bit. You didn't dare look up at Loki, ashamed at how easily your nerves had overcome your senses. No, you were quite content hiding under his curtain of dark hair. "I'm sorry. I've been afraid of them since I was a kid. I was doing pretty well with them until I moved out here. Being alone just...I don't know, made me afraid of them again. I didn't mean to jump into your lap."

You went to slide out of his grip, but his arms only tightened around you. "Hush, kitten. There's no need to worry. I'm here. You're not alone anymore." Loki looked down at you and noticed your eyes were nearly sealed shut. "Can I put you down for a moment, pet? I want to check the storm."

"O-Okay," you stuttered.

Loki carefully placed you on the couch, his hand cupping your face. He kissed your forehead before stalking over to the window. He peered outside and examined the clouds. When he first heard the thunder, Loki was nervous that perhaps Thor had flipped a switch and came down to Midgard as a way to sway Loki to come home and leave his pet. Loki didn't believe his loyal brother would do such a thing, but a threat from Odin might persuade the oldest Odinson to act otherwise. Really, Loki wouldn't put it past him. The old brute could be quite nasty when he needed to be. But now, as he watched the clouds bump into each other and erupt with flashes of light, Loki knew that these were not storm clouds of Thor, God of Thunder. It was just a regular storm passing through. One that apparently had you terrified. It would be another trait of yours that Loki would subtly appreciate, though you would probably kick his shin if you were aware of it.

Straightening his back and letting out a barely noticeable sigh of relief, Loki walked back towards you. "It's okay, little one. The thunder can't hurt you, I pro -"

Just then, a clap of thunder practically shook the apartment and you stared at the window with fear evident in your eyes. There were tears brimming in them and Loki felt his heart tearing into two. He knelt in front of the couch and took your hands in his. They were shaking as Loki swept his thumbs over your knuckles.

"Talk to me, sweet. Why are you afraid of storms?" Loki asked, his hands never unclasping from yours.

"I really don't know. I've always been afraid of them. The noise, the lights, the heavy rain - it's a lot and it can be really overwhelming at times," you sighed, shaking your head. Another rumble of thunder - a bit softer than the rest but still unnerving - rolled through the room and you squeezed Loki's hands. Loki pursed his lips then stood, pulling you up with him. "What is it?"

"I'm going to help you relax," Loki whispered. He tilted his head back and smirked. "Come with me, little one."

Loki began walking backwards, his eyes never leaving you as you followed him into your bedroom. He closed the door behind him before guiding you to the bed. He positioned you so you were standing at the foot of the bed. Loki quickly made his way to the curtains and shut them while only taking a brief moment to roll his eyes at their appearance. Thunder crackled as Loki walked back over to you and he took your shaking body in his arms. You whimpered against his chest but he hushed you, his hand running over your hair.

"Loki, I don't know how you're going to get me to calm down," you admitted, shaking your head against his soft shirt.

"It will be easy enough, my dear. I know the way to a woman's core of relaxation is through my hands," Loki said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. You assumed he meant that he was going to finger you, maybe fondle your breasts a bit, and that was meant to relax you. Honestly, it probably would. But then, those sinful hands shucked his shirt from your body and gripped your hips. He tugged you to him as his lips found your ear. "It's time to give my little girl a massage."

You shivered at his words as he fell to his knees. His fingers hooked into your panties and he slowly pulled them down your legs, his lips leaving soft kisses in the wake of the light fabric. As your underwear fell to the ground, the leftover droplets of Loki's cum disappeared. You pouted, but Loki simply pressed a kiss to your mound - which was quickly growing wet - and smiled up at you.

"Later."

It was a promise, one that was simple, but it was heavy and reassuring. Loki raised himself back to his full height and he guided you onto the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach and laid you out. A flash of lightning struck again and you buried your face into the mattress, a whine escaping your lips. Loki sighed and rested his hands on your bare back. You flinched at his touch and he frowned.

"Pet, look at me," Loki murmured. You turned your head to find his face right beside you. His eyes were soft and comforting. "I have an idea but I will not do it without your consent."

"What is it?" you asked, body shaking again as more thunder surged through the room. Loki stroked his hand along your spine and you relaxed slightly into his touch. The corners of Loki's lips quirked upwards as he scanned your face.

"I want to blindfold you."

You perked your head up, your cheek lifting from the sheets at his words. He wanted to blindfold you. You should have been shocked. You should have questioned why. Really, you should have done a handful of things. But the only thing you could do was think finally! Finally he was moving onto the things you had pleaded for, begged for. Things he had teased you with in the shower, in bed, on the floor. Things you wanted more than you could put into words. And now, during this damned thunderstorm, he wanted to massage you and blindfold you.

"Yes," you said quickly, nodding at him.

Loki lifted a brow and chuckled. "Yes? Right off the bat, you're giving me a yes?"

"Yes, Loki. Please," you begged.

"May I explain why I want to do this?" Loki asked, earning another nod from you. "This is meant for you to relax. I want you to be calm and clearly, your focus is on the storm outside. If I can take that sense away and thrust you into darkness, you are trusting me to take your attention away from what's happening outside. You're focusing on my touch, my hands, and it will sweep you away from the storm. Will you let me do this?"

He didn't even need to be asking that. You knew the blindfolding would be fun, perhaps a bit kinky, and would definitely end up in sex. But you didn't imagine it in this context. And when you considered it, it seemed like a good idea. You wouldn't be able to stare out the window and await the next lightning strike or clap of thunder. Perhaps his massaging would even drown out the rumbles of the storm from outside. So, without any further questioning, you exhaled and whispered a quiet, desperate, "yes".

"Good girl," he murmured. He waved his hand over the bed and with a green glow, a black blindfold appeared along with a tub of oil. "Up on your knees, pet."

You pulled yourself upwards so you were kneeling on the bed. Loki settled behind you and ran his mouth up your neck. You let out a sigh as he kissed your neck, his lips caressing your skin sensually. You watched as his hands maneuvered the blindfold in front of you. He rested the soft fabric over your eyes and tied a knot on the back of your head. You were submerged in darkness, and when his lips met your shoulder, you jumped. Loki chuckled as he slid his hands down your sides.

"You look so perfect like this, little one," Loki whispered against your skin. A crack of thunder that sounded like an angry whip shot through the room but Loki just continued to kiss your shoulder. A part of you was rather shocked at how you actually honed in on his lips instead of the thunder. His hand slid down your spine and pressed against the small of your back. "Lay back down. It's time to start."

You followed his command and went back down onto your stomach. You tried to ignore the butterflies flying around your gut when Loki's hands never left your body as you went back down. Even once you were on your belly, one of Loki's hands stayed on you. The other one drifted away and you heard the pot of oil move onto the nightstand beside your bed. There was a moment of pause and then his slick hand was on your shoulder blades. You didn't mean to moan, but you did, and Loki's laughter followed in suit.

"I've barely started," Loki chuckled as his hands smoothed over your back. His touch was so soothing and his magical fingers reached every knot and sore spot embedded in your body. You moaned again as he kneaded a tough spot over your spine.

"I've never received a massage," you admitted into the sheets.

Loki paused, his hot hands stationary on your back. "Never?"

"Never."

His lips were on your neck then as his hands moved again. "So what you're telling me is I've officially taken two virginities of yours - sex and massages?"

You couldn't help the laughter that rang out from you. "Sure, I guess you could say that."

"Brilliant," Loki said, and even though you couldn't see him, you could tell that cocky grin was plastered onto his face. He kissed you again as his hands glided towards your middle back. "Now, lay back, relax, and let me take care of you."

Loki was quiet as his hands worked over your muscles. With every press of his palm and smooth of his fingers, your body melted further into the bed. Every now and then, you'd flinch at the sound of thunder outside. But when those moments did come, Loki would kiss your shoulder and whisper that everything was alright and that you were safe.

You were safe. You knew you were safe.

The wind could howl, the rain could pour, lightning could crash into the windows and you would still be safe. You were amazed by the feelings of trust that this blindfold offered you. It was interesting, in your opinion, that you handed over complete control to Loki like this. He could whip out a dagger and slit your throat and you would not even notice until the blade swiped over your skin. You knew in your heart he wouldn't do that - obviously, he hadn't given you a reason to think that. But he could do literally anything in this moment and you trusted him that he would choose the right thing.

"Baby girl," Loki whispered, his voice husky as his hands moved down to your ass. "Your body is fucking perfect."

You shifted a bit nervously. "Thanks."

"I mean it, pet. You're beautiful," he murmured as he grasped your ass. He pulled your cheeks apart and moaned. Apparently, you were wet. Very wet. That shouldn't have surprised you. What did surprise you was the hard cock that suddenly bounced against the back of your thigh. Loki rocked against you and you found your legs spreading. He chuckled and ran two fingers over your wet core.

"Fuck, Loki..."

"What happened to our massage, pet?" Loki teased as he played with your clit. The pads of his fingers rubbed your swollen bud slowly with the perfect bit of pressure applied to it.

"Technically, one could consider this a massage," you noted, your legs spreading wider. Loki kissed your bottom, and his lips drifted along your cheeks so slowly that you were sure his mouth was going to end up pressed to your heated center. Instead, Loki lifted his head and kissed the small of your back.

"Not the massage I was referring to," he said with a playful arrogance in his voice.

His fingers continued to swivel your clit. You bit back a moan as he circled your bud a bit faster. You turned your head around only to remind yourself that your vision was encased in pure darkness. Cursing, you let your cheek fall back against the sheets. You rocked back against him and whined when his fingers drifted away.

"You said you never got a proper massage before. I must amend that," Loki said, his fingers completely absent from your cunt. You grunted and frowned, forgetting that Loki could still see you until he scoffed and pinched your ass cheek lightly. "No frowning."

"You really make me regret telling you things," you grumbled.

Loki laughed and the sound made your chest fill with warmth and delight.

"I know," he said. His hands gravitated towards your thighs. You moaned softly as he worked the backs of your thighs, the heel of his hand digging into your hamstrings. He hummed softly as he tended to your body.

Thunder sounded in the distance but your body remained pliant in his hands. Loki grinned to himself - it was working. You were distracted by his touch and the blindfold had sealed you into this intimate, sensual world with him.

And for his benefit, this was the perfect opportunity to explore your body. Oftentimes in the midst of passion, he'd be so carried away by your taste, smell, feel, that he would nearly do anything just to sink his cock into you. But now, he was just pampering you. His hands sailed over your skin, pressed into your muscles, and soothed your nerves. He admired you - each and every curve of your body. The soft spots on your thighs. The dip of your spine. The round suppleness of your ass. He ached to touch all of it slowly, intimately, and with such examination that not an inch of you felt unseen. So, he did that. He swept his warm, oiled hands along your calves, over your ankles, and even on the undersides of your feet. He did this to your left leg, then transferred to the right.

Thunder shook the room and lightning lit the walls, and while you couldn't see the latter, the first apparently was not affecting you any longer. It was becoming continuous and consistent, your lack of flinching and trembling. And though he never wanted to see you upset, anxious, or afraid, Loki would not mind the occasional storm rolling in a few times during this vacation if the end result was him rubbing you up and down while you presented your wet pussy to him.

Dragging his hands upwards towards your ass, Loki stifled a groan. He had magically taken his clothes off just before he started massaging you, assuming that the skin-on-skin contact would be much more sensual and intimate. He was right, it was. But now, that contact was only making his cock twitch. He hovered above you as he began kneading your ass, pushing and pulling at your globes with his oily hands. His cock bounced and a drop of precum fell onto your thigh.

"Felt that."

Loki chuckled but left the droplet on your leg. "Did you now?"

"Heightened senses, remember?" you giggled along with him. Your words were slurred, indicating to Loki how caught up in bliss you were. You sighed pleasantly when he moved his hands back up to your shoulders. "It's nice knowing you want me."

"I always want you," Loki whispered. "It's rather difficult keeping my hands to myself right now...metaphorically speaking."

"Then don't." You looked over your shoulder, and even though the upper half of your face was covered with the black blindfold, Loki knew the look you were giving him. Your eyes were those wide, wondrous eyes that pleaded with sparkling irises and blown pupils. They were eyes he was weak for, the eyes that could have him falling to his knees. He would beg for those eyes. You raised your ass, bumping against Loki's cock and grinding yourself backwards. "Touch me, Loki. Please, Master."

Loki watched as you rocked back against him, his cock resting between the cleft of your asscheeks. He reached down and grabbed your hips, aiding you in your slow movements. You tossed your head back and groaned. Loki could not help but be entranced in this sight and he gripped you tighter.

"Grind against me, little girl. Grind on my cock," he grunted. The dip and dive of your ass had Loki rolling his head backwards. His cock slid through your wet lips, his blunt head catching on you every now and then. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock inside of you right then and there. He wanted to hold you down and fuck you into submission - and submission, you would always be fucked into. Instead, Loki pulled himself from you, and for the first time since he began, his hands left your body.

"Loki?" you asked, perhaps a bit more nervously than you intended. You looked around but, of course, there was nothing to see. "I'm sorry. Did I go too - oh!"

You collapsed forward onto the bed because Loki's mouth was pressed to your heated core. His tongue attacked you, sinking into your hole and licking up your juices. His hands grasped your hips and tugged you up against his mouth.

"Loki! Fuck!" you shouted, reaching behind you to grab Loki's hair. He swatted your hand away and growled. His head lifted from your cunt as two fingers sunk inside of you.

"Hands to yourself, pet," he snickered.

"I hate this rule," you grumbled, pulling your hand back up beside you.

"And yet you constantly ask me to tie you up and leave you helpless," Loki said before flicking his tongue over your clit. You wanted to offer him attitude, maybe bite back a little bit with your words, but you physically couldn't. Every time you went to open your mouth, the only sounds that came out were weak, strangled moans of pure and utter pleasure.

Loki didn't exactly say anything about not being able to move. So, you rocked yourself backwards in the same way you did when you were rolling against his cock. Apparently, Loki was fine with this because he moaned out your name and pressed his tongue against you harder. The sounds he was making were obscene, filling the room with the definition and passion of sex.

If the thunderstorm was still going on, you truly didn't notice. The only thing you could focus on were Loki's fingers, tongue, and beautiful noises.

"You taste...fuck, pet, you taste so good," Loki grunted out as he rocked his cock against your bed. There was precum dripping from his swollen head but he elected to ignore the mess it was making. Your sheets were bound to get even more filthy rather quickly. He couldn't get enough of you. Your essence was dripping over his lips and onto his chin, leaking down his fingers and filling his nose with your scent. Loki's cock twitched insistently at the thought of being inside of you.

"Oh, Master...Master, please," you whimpered, unsure of what you were begging for. Loki sucked on your clit, nibbling on the little bud with the edges of his teeth. When your clit fell from his mouth, Loki found himself breathless.

"What do you want, little one? What do you want me to do?" Loki whispered, pushing his fingers into you fast and hard. You squirmed around, your hips bucking back against his talented hands. You shook your head, mouth opening and closing. Loki kissed your clit again and raised himself upwards. "Do you want me to tell you how tight your cunt is? Well, it is. It's so tight and warm. It's grabbing my fingers, nearly sucking me inside of you. I can't wait to fuck you, pet. I can't wait to sink my cock inside of you and fuck you until you're crying behind that blindfold. I'm so hard just thinking about it. Come, feel."

Loki grabbed your hand and yanked it backwards. He allowed you to brush your fingers over his length and even though you couldn't see him, you knew his cock was red and dripping with precum. He gave you a few seconds to feel him before he threw your hand back up beside your head.

"That's what you do to me. Fuck, baby, I love this beautiful pussy so much. I could spend eternity between your thighs," Loki groaned as he curled his fingers within you. "What else do you want? Do you want to know how all I can do is think of you and this sexy body? It's true, you're always on my mind. No matter what I'm doing, where I am, what's happening around me, you're all I can think about it. Your breasts, your cunt, your tight little ass, I want you all of the time. Every thought of mine begins and ends in the same way - when am I going to cum inside of this perfect woman again?"

Loki continued to whisper and moan dangerously filthy promises and statements to you. His words were dirty and they were driving you delirious. Every smooth syllable that fell from his tongue had you climbing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm tightening, coiling in your stomach and waiting to unravel and explode. And you were nearly there. With Loki's thumb circling your clit and his two fingers pumping inside of you, you were sure it was about to happen. You just needed -

Loki's fingers pulled out from you and his thumb vacated your clit. He flipped you over and smirked at your shocked face.

"Back to our regularly scheduled massage, hm?" Loki asked, licking his fingers clean before dunking them into the pot of oil.

"R-Really? You're...but I..."

"Was so close to cumming, I know, sweet," Loki cooed. He leaned over you, his lips just above yours. You were trembling at how close he was. Loki kissed you briefly, smiling against your mouth. "Soon."

He went to work massaging you again, and even though you were still extremely wet and wanting, you couldn't deny that this felt so good. His hands moved gently but with a dominant firmness over your shoulders and arms, smoothing out your biceps, triceps, and every tendon in your forearms. His hands swept back upwards towards your chest. The pads of Loki's fingers grazed your breasts and you arched up into his touch. But, he continued moving until he reached your stomach. He massaged your abdomen - a feeling that felt a lot more enjoyable than you would have assumed - before he went down and massaged the tops of your feet and legs.

Loki continued doing this for a few long minutes. He would brush past your cunt, earning a shiver and moan from you, or he would tweak your nipples just a bit. Essentially, he avoided any part that you actually wanted him to touch. And every time he got close to your cunt, you would sneakily spread your legs wider, tempting him to dive in.

"I know what you're doing, little one," Loki whispered, his mouth suddenly beside your ear. You yelped and jumped forward, but Loki's body held you down. His hands were massaging your hips. You felt his cock resting over your mound and you whimpered.

"Is it working, at least?" you teased, your voice shaking.

"Yes."

The singular word was spoken with such heat that you nearly gasped. And then, the blunt tip of his cock was pressing inside of you, stuffing you with him.

"Loki! Thank you, Loki! Thank you for your cock," you moaned as he sunk inside of you. Loki's hands remained on your hips as he settled inside of you. Your breathing was heavy, the sensation of his cock filling you heightened because of your lack of sight. You cursed under your breath, wishing that you could rip the blindfold off just for a second so you could see Loki's beautiful face.

"We weren't supposed to end up like this," Loki admitted, lips pressing to your neck. "This really was supposed to be just a normal massage."

"Consider this a deep-tissue massage then," you joked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively behind the blindfold. Loki laughed with his entire body, making his cock twitch inside of you. You tried to laugh along with him but the feeling of his cock inside of you was shrouding you in desire. "Loki...fuck me now. Please, please, please."

"I do love hearing you beg, kitten," Loki said, nipping your neck. He erected his back, tossed both of your legs over his shoulders, and began pounding into you. There were stars floating in your dark field of vision. You were a bundle of sensitivity, both from the heightened sensations and the orgasm denial of earlier. Loki's teasing hands were not any help to your situation either. Your hands grabbed the sheets as Loki's hips snapped back and forth, shoving his cock in and out of you quickly.

Loki was fucking you like his literal life depended on it. His cock jabbed into you, sending waves of euphoria sailing through your body. On your part, you couldn't stop moaning his name, nor could you resist clenching around his aching member. You reached forward blindly and ran your hand down his abdomen, stroking his muscles.

"You're really hot," you blurted out. Loki snickered, and you knew he was doing so at your outstanding lack of elegant language.

"You can't even see me," he said.

"Don't need to," you said, a lazy, cock-drunk smile on your face. "I can feel you. That's enough."

Then, he was leaning over you, your legs still tossed over his shoulders. He had bent you completely in half, making his cock feel like it was even deeper within your cunt. You gasped and arched your back off the bed.

"Feel me more," he whispered.

So, you did. You touched everywhere you could reach. You found that grasping his arms was one of your favorite things to do. His muscles would bulge under his skin and remind you of the pure strength and stamina that he possessed. Your nails bit into his arms as he picked up his pace, a feat you deemed would be nearly impossible, yet he was doing it anyway.

"My darling pet, I missed a spot on our massage," Loki crooned. His hands moved from your trembling thighs to your breasts. His hands were oily once again as he massaged your breasts. Loki's knuckles bumped into your pendant with each and every movement of his hands. He kneaded you, similarly to how he did with your ass, and you pushed up into his touch. He pinched and grabbed your nipples, making your buds sore and discolored ever so slightly. His dark head fell forward and he began suckling you. You called out his name and grabbed his arms harder but he didn't relent. His devious mouth was intent on driving you insane, you were sure of it.

You two were a tangle of limbs, sweat, oil, and sex. The thunderstorm had long passed, you were sure of it. However, you would not make him stop. He could continue soothing you, massaging you - honestly, whatever it was at this point, it was more considered just plain fucking you - and you would not stop him. Let him continue his adoration. Let him continue to lavish you with his hands. You wanted it all, even if you couldn't see it.

But what you couldn't see, you could hear. You could feel.

You could hear the sloshing, sloppy noises erupting from your cunt every time he thrusted his hard cock into you. You could hear the way his mouth sucked on your nipples. You could hear how he moaned whenever you clenched around him or squeezed his arms. And then, you could feel it - the deep, fast drag of his cock, the sharp tug on your buds, the vibrations of his groaning. Your senses were being pushed into overdrive and it caused your orgasm to make itself well-known once again.

"Master! Master, I need to cum," you cried out. You felt tears brimming in your eyes and there, you realized, Loki had made true on his promise. He said he would fuck you until you cried behind your blindfold. And now here you were, whimpering and beginning to sob, wettening the blindfold with your tears. Your voice trembled, though it wasn't from fear now. It was from pure and utter pleasure. "Master, please let me cum. Please, make me cum. I want to cum on your cock. Please, please, please."

You were doing an awful lot of begging. Perhaps it was because you couldn't see Loki's face to figure out if he was going to allow you to cum or now. That delayed gratification topic still lurked in the back of your mind and you were not ready to give up a blissful orgasm tonight.

Loki lifted his head from your nipple and slammed his lips to yours. You moaned, shocked at his aggression yet tenderness. He kissed you passionately, tongue dipping into your mouth and tangling with yours. His hands gripped your breasts tighter and his cock was pounding into you with such intensity you wondered if his hips hurt.

Yours would be from being bent in half. Not that you minded, though.

Loki lifted his lips from yours just enough to speak. "Cum. Cum on my cock. Cum for me, I want to feel you cum right fucking now."

He didn't even need to touch your sore clit. The pleasure he was delivering you was so hot and desirable that you came with a shout. Your head fell back against the bed as Loki helped you through your orgasm. Your cunt was quivering and fluttering around him and with a few final thrusts, Loki came deep inside of you. He pushed his cock in as far as he could go, spilling his cum into you through his lustful groans.

As he came, he stared down at you and was in awe of how you looked - covered in oil, bruises, and blindfolded. An image flashed through his mind of you with the blindfold on, but also with your hands tied above your head and a gag in your mind. Loki cursed and had to shut his eyes in order to stop himself from getting carried away again.

After his release, Loki slowly eased your legs down from his shoulders. He slid out of you and crawled up your body. Your mouth was still opened and your chest was still heaving. Loki brushed his knuckles down your arm gently.

"My sweet, I am going to take the blindfold off now," he whispered. You nodded lazily. Loki lifted your head with one hand and untied the knot in the back with the other. He placed your head back down as he stripped the fabric from your eyes. Your face was covered with tears and your eyes were red and puffy. Loki dropped the blindfold and cradled your face in his hands. "Pet? Are you alright? Is everything okay?"

You turned your face towards him and broke out into a large grin. "I'm fucking amazing."

Loki laughed, a tune that sounded more like relief than humor. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Good. I was worried for a moment."

"You don't need to worry about me, Loki," you said.

Loki's face sobered suddenly. His lips pressed into a tight line and he looked away from your eyes discreetly for a moment. A darkness ran over his face and you could tell something bothersome was lurking in his mind. "I do have to worry about you."

"Loki? What -"

"Anyway, pet," Loki whispered, his face suddenly lit with a smile again. His hand grasped your hip and he began rubbing slowly. "I am sure that I bent you a bit out of shape. May I remedy that?"

He didn't give you time to ask why he got so serious all of a sudden. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours and massaged your hips, then your legs, then your breasts again. And soon, your question had left your mind, Loki's cock entered your body, and you were so distracted by the pleasure you felt that you could not recognize the trouble, nervousness, and downright fear that lingered in the backs of Loki's eyes.

Notes:

"Starman" by David Bowie:

"Something" by The Beatles (the song Loki sang):

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