Summary:

It's quitting time! You and Loki have your individual missions. You just hope everything goes smoothly, because you cannot handle one more day in that damn office.

TW: Minor violence

Notes:

Happy Friday my loves!! Today's chapter was so much fun to write and I think you're going to like it to hehe. Thank you so much for reading and enjoy!!

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Chapter Text

"Do you remember the plan?" Loki asked you, his head dipped down near yours as you bristly walked to work. You were rather late but that did not matter anymore. You were quitting. You were officially leaving the dreary, painful job that caused you so much frustration behind. Your head was held high and there was a distinct swagger in your step that had Loki's eyes drawn to your ass as you hustled down the stairs in front of him only minutes earlier.

"Yes, I do," you said confidently, turning to smile at Loki. He was dressed in a beautiful suit, completely black and dripping with decadent sophistication. It took every bit of power within you not to drag him into a nearby alley, shuck his pants down and suck his cock with your knees on the dirty concrete. You would have plenty of time for that after you quit. "We go in. I go straight to Mr. Richards' office and tell him how it is. You find Michael and do whatever it is you're going to do."

"Good girl," Loki praised, pushing the dark sunglasses he wore further up his pointed nose.

"Loki? How exactly are you going to do your part of the plan? You never told me," you said, tilting your head a bit. Loki chuckled and swung an arm over your shoulder, pressing your body to the side of his.

"That, my dear, is for me to know and for you to find out," Loki laughed. You rolled your eyes but preened under his joyous mood.

As you paced the city streets, you noticed several pairs of eyes drawn to you and Loki. Crowds parted for you both, offering you a clear space to walk. You wondered how you two must look - Loki in his dark suit, dark glasses, dark presence and you tucked under his arm. Perhaps a few weeks ago, you would have felt self-conscious. You may have even tried to hide your face from the approaching throngs of city walkers. But now, as Loki strolled to work with you, you felt brave. You felt like you could do anything. Loki was with you and he was happy about it. He was thrilled to get you to himself and to help you with your endeavors. You smiled, shook some hair from your face, and continued walking forward.

When you reached the entrance of the building, you rooted yourself to the sidewalk. Loki looked down at you, his eyes searching your face. You licked your lips and smiled as you stared up at the floor where your office was.

"This is it," you murmured.

"Yes, it is," Loki acknowledged. He spun you towards him and pressed his lips to yours, his large hands cupping your face. The kiss was smooth, gentle, and teeming with encouragement. After pulling away, Loki pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I am so proud of you."

"Thank you," you sighed, stretching onto your toes to peck Loki's lips. "If I get nervous, I'll touch the pendant and call out for you."

"And I will be there in a moment's notice," Loki said. "Once you're done, go home. I will meet you there. I have a feeling your ordeal will be faster than mine."

"Right. Remember the deal?"

"No killing."

"And no hurting."

"You suck the fun out of everything," Loki grunted, earning a swat on the arm from you. He chuckled and returned the favor, slapping your ass as you shuffled inside. He watched you walk into the building and once you were gone, he slipped into his shield of invisibility, courtesy of the magical tie he had kept on hand from the first time he performed this trick.

Loki strutted inside, smirk on his lips as he finally went to confront the man who was trying to steal his beloved away.

*

The door to Mr. Richards' office was closed but that did not stop you from barging in. You swung the door open and it rattled against the nearby bookcase. Mr. Richards jumped in his seat, pressing a hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. He rolled his eyes and looked up, only to fall pale when he locked eyes with you.

"Look who finally decided to show up," he grunted.

"I quit."

"Excuse me?" Mr. Richards grumbled, adjusting his reading glasses to narrow his sickly gray eyes at you. You nodded firmly and grinned. This would not be like the last time you were in his office. You would not let him degrade you and walk all over you until you were crying under his thumb. Apparently, he could see the aura of confidence around you as well because he just sighed tiredly. "No. No, you have work to do."

"Are you trying to stop me from quitting?" you asked, your eyes widened at his statement.

"Look, you can quit if you want but you need to submit your two weeks," he sighed. "File a termination report and then in two weeks you can leave."

"No!" you nearly shouted. Mr. Rirchards glared at you but you wouldn't back down. "I am quitting today, Mr. Richards. I am not taking no for an answer!"

"Why?" he asked, swiping his glasses off and throwing them onto his desk. He rubbed his forehead before waving his hand around. "Why are you suddenly quitting?"

"Because I'm not happy here," you explained. "You give me too much work, you don't respect me, and quite frankly, some of your employees are creeps."

"Creeps?" Mr. Richards huffed. "Yeah, alright."

"Yes, they are." A mischievous grin grew on your face. "In fact, Loki is dealing with one of them now."

The color drained from Mr. Richards' face and you watched a bead of sweat form on his brow and drip down his cheek. "Loki? He's h-here?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, swaying back and forth on your feet. "He was very pleased with you when you let me take that vacation. It would be such a shame to upset him with this whole two weeks deal."

"I-I don't want to upset him," Mr. Richards stuttered. He stood from his desk and looked around his office, seemingly worried that Loki would pop out from the shadows. He wrung his hands together and looked back at you. "Please don't bring him in here."

"I won't," you assured Mr. Richards with a smile. "But I can't control what he'll do. Well, I guess I'll just have to tell him the news..."

You turned around and grabbed the doorknob. Behind you, Mr. Richards shouted, "wait!"

You looked over your shoulder with a smile. "Yes, Mr. Richards?"

He sagged over his desk and sighed, shaking his head. "Go. Have a nice life."

"Thank you," you said with a nod. You swept out of his office and strutted to your desk, ready to pack your things and head home to meet Loki and begin your new life of art, sex, and freedom.

*

Michael stood in front of the microwave watching the lunch he made for you spin around on the glass tray inside. He tapped his foot impatiently as he watched the seconds tick downwards. You weren't at your desk this morning and he was getting rather angry. You promised you would discuss your date together at work! Still, he couldn't say mad at you and that's why he was still warming up the lunch he prepared for you. The microwave chimed, signaling the food was ready. Michael popped the door open and collected the plastic tray of food. He sighed and turned around.

"Michael."

He looked up and saw you standing in the doorway of the breakroom. You were dressed in a tight green dress, one leg crossed over the other as you leaned on the doorframe. Michael whispered your name and you laughed.

"Hey there," you purred. "Sorry I'm late. I wanted to make sure I looked extra nice today...for you."

"You look great, bookworm," Michael said, drool practically pooling in his mouth.

Your fingers teased the neckline of your dress, fingertips brushing along your breasts. "I know we were going to discuss our date today but I think I'd rather go somewhere a little more...private to do so, if you don't mind?"

"Are you implying what I think you are?" Michael asked.

You shrugged playfully. "Why don't you come follow me and find out?" You smiled flirtatiously as you lifted a single hand up and crooked a finger in a come hither motion.

Michael dropped the food on the ground as you turned around and swept from the room. He mindlessly followed you down the hallway, his pants getting tighter with every step. You giggled ahead of him, looking over your shoulder with bright eyes. You wound through the corridors until you reached a dark room, empty aside from a few old printers that no longer worked. You pushed the door open, grabbed Michael by his tie, and dragged him into the room. The door shut behind you and you locked it discreetly.

"This is certainly unlike you, bookworm. What's gotten into you? Was it the flowers?" Michael asked, stepping into your personal space. You hummed and wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his clammy hands on your waist.

"They were really nice," you admitted, batting your eyelashes. "They got me thinking about how kind you are to me. It's so nice having a big, strong, sexy man want me."

"I do want you. I'll fucking take you right now," Michael growled. You giggled and traced your finger down his tie and back up towards his neck.

"Really? You'd fuck me right here in this copying room? You'd fuck my pussy real fucking good, huh?" you whispered, dancing your fingertips over Michael's throat. His Adam's apple bobbed beneath your touch and you winked at him.

"Yeah, I'd fuck you good," Michael said, his chest heaving.

Your grin was nearly evil as Michael blinked down at you. There was a slight glow of green and suddenly, a cold, metal blade was pressed to Michael's neck.

"Too bad you can't have me."

"What?" Michael gasped. You rolled your eyes as your body became engulfed in green shimmers. Michael watched as your body grew taller and broader, your feminine shoulders branching out into something more masculine. Your hair transformed, your eyes shimmered, and with a twinkle of gold, you were no longer you.

"Hello there, Michael," Loki purred. His hand was still cupped around the back of Michael's neck as he dug the flat end of his blade against the front of Michael's throat. Michael squirmed in Loki's grasp but Loki laughed. "No, you're not going anywhere."

"What the fuck? You're the guy from the grocery store!" Michael spat.

"Indeed I am," Loki acknowledged. "I am also the lover of your little bookworm."

"Where is she?" Michael was frantically moving now and Loki was getting tired. He snapped his fingers and Michael flew backwards against the wall, his body stuck to the hard surface. Loki yawned and twirled his knife in his hand, watching the silver blade glimmer in the dark room.

"She is not here and you will never see her again," Loki growled, stomping towards Michael. "You are a wretched human being. I should kill you where you stand."

"I'll fucking kill you!" Michael shouted. Loki rolled his eyes and checked his nails as Michael continued his insistent badgering. "What the fuck is going on?! Why were you appearing as her? How were you appearing as her?"

"Oh, dear. It seems you don't know who I am," Loki sighed, shaking his head. "Ah, you know. That's beside the point. It's not about me, is it? It's about my beloved, the woman you have tormented for the past few weeks, is it not? You see, I know how much you want her. I've seen the way you look at her. But the truth of the matter is, she is mine. You cannot have her, no matter how much you beg, grovel, and plead. She will never be yours."

"Fuck you! She is mine! You can't tell me what to do!" Michael hissed, attempting to free himself from the wall. Loki grinned and dragged the tip of his blade along Michael's abdomen. Michael fumed and struggled but Loki continued his exploration.

"I can tell you what to do and I will tell you what to do," Loki barked, flashing his eyes up at Michael. Loki stepped directly in front of him so they were face to face. "You are going to leave her alone. You will never try to contact her again. You will never even think about her again. You will stay out of her life or I will murder you."

"You can't do that," Michael yelped, his face a bit paler and his struggle a bit less enthusiastic.

Loki laughed viciously. "You're right. At this very moment, I cannot, for I promised my darling that I would not hurt you."

"You see! She loves me! She wants me! She's protecting me!" Michael protested.

Loki scoffed. "No, she just does not want to live with the blood on her hands. After I nearly butchered Travis Richards, it was too much for her perfect, kind heart to handle." Loki pressed the tip of his knife against Michael's heart. Loki dropped his voice to a velvety whisper. "But quite frankly, I would not be opposed to snuffing out your life and simply not telling her. After all, I can hide a body rather well. I would be the only one to know of your pathetic death."

Michael blanched, his body still against the wall. "Don't kill me, please! Please, I beg you!"

"Begging, are you? I like this," Loki chuckled. He waved his hand and Michael fell from the wall to his knees. "Go on. Beg a bit more and I might spare you."

"Please, whoever you are, don't kill me! I need to live! I won't contact her again! I...I have a family!" Michael pleaded.

"You have a fucking family?" Loki roared. He couldn't help himself. He reached his hand out and slapped Michael straight across the face. Michael stared up at Loki as he cupped his heated cheek. "You have a family and yet you are trying to advance yourself upon my love? You are a sick man! I should kill you and spare your family the suffering of knowing you!"

"No! Don't!" Michael cried, snot dripping over his upper lip.

"What is it? Wife? Husband? Children?" Loki asked. He grabbed Michael by the collar and tugged him forward. "Answer me, coward!"

"I have a wife! And two kids!" Michael sobbed. Loki slapped him once more and pushed him onto the ground. He rolled his eyes and paced around the room, trying to calm himself down before he genuinely hurt the pathetic worm. After taking some well-needed deep breaths, Loki turned back to Michael.

"Do you love your wife? Your kids?" Michael nodded quickly. Loki pointed his knife towards the door. "Then you will walk out of this room and never think about my beloved again. You will put this fantasy of her desire for you out of your head. She does not want you. She only wants me. And that will never change, do you understand?"

Michael nodded, wiping the snot from his face. "I do. I do."

"Let me preface something, Michael," Loki hummed, squatting down in front of Michael. He brushed the pads of his fingers along the bruises on Michael's cheek and smirked. "I will not lie to you - I am a violent man. I enjoy bringing suffering, agony, and pain down on others. I have fought in wars, taken lives, and relished in it. I am not afraid to do it again. If you love your family, then you will listen to my instructions I just gave you. If you do not, I will slaughter them where they stand and peel your eyelids open so you must watch every brutal, bloody moment of it. Their death will be on your hands, Michael. Choose your path wisely."

Loki, of course, would never do such a thing. He would never kill an innocent, and quite frankly, he was finding himself leaning more towards passiveness than aggressiveness ever since meeting you. Fuck, you were making him damn soft. His threat to Michael's family was empty, but his wrath on Michael was not. He would not kill his poor wife and children. He would kill him. He would torture the man if he was to show his face again. But he would not admit that to Michael. Luckily, being the God of Lies made his falsities impossible to detect.

"Okay," Michael whimpered, his split lip trembling. Loki waved a hand over Michael's face and placed an illusion over the damage he had left, though still left the pain behind for Michael to feel.

"Good boy," Loki snickered. He lifted himself to his full height, straightened his tie, and walked over to the door. Loki paused with his hand on the doorknob and peered over his shoulder. "Have a good day, Michael."

Loki left the room and slammed the door behind him. Pride and accomplishment was an aphrodisiac to Loki and he was more than ready to get back to your apartment and have his way with you. He tore through the building, taking the steps down two at a time before exiting the building and hurrying his way back. He knew you would be at the apartment by now and he could not wait to get his hands on you.

After a quick walk that was more of a graceful trot, Loki reached your building. He grinned as he walked up to the steps but paused when he heard the quiet call of his name from behind him. He turned around and saw a woman standing there, one hand over her mouth and the other over her chest.

"Er, yes?" Loki asked, backing down from the single step he had climbed up. The woman's gaze raked over his body before she met his eyes. The hand above her mouth dropped to rest atop the other one on her chest.

"Oh my gosh. You're Loki. You're him!" she squealed. "I...oh my gosh!"

"Yes, I am," Loki said, laughing a bit nervously. He had not been recognized on Midgard before without announcing his presence. It was a bit surreal but he felt rather flattered. The woman bowed before Loki and he got a generous look at her ample cleavage. "Rise."

The woman stood up straight immediately and walked towards Loki. "I'm so sorry to interrupt your day. My name is Paula and I have been studying you for years."

"Studying me?" Loki asked, lifting a brow.

"Yes, yes! I work at a church not far from here and I have always felt super connected to the gods. In fact..." Paula looked away blushing. "You're the god I pray to most often."

"Oh, am I?" Loki chuckled. "That is very humbling, thank you."

"You're welcome!" she cheered with a giggle. "Goodness, I never thought I'd ever actually meet you. Oh wow, I...I need to ask you something."

"Go ahead," Loki said, waving his hand in front of him.

Paula stood up straighter and lifted her chin. Then, she dipped her head down into a bow as she pressed her fist to her heart - a sign of complete loyalty. Loki felt his strength bubbling within him at her devotion.

"Loki, God of Mischief, God of Sex, I love you. Please, I know you guard the pillars of sex and I would like to show my devotion to you in that form. May I please?" Paula begged, stepping closer to Loki once she released her stance. He swallowed briefly as her hands reached up to touch his hands. He stepped back ever so slightly as she stepped forward. When she touched him, he could feel her sincerity. He could sense her intentions were true and she simply wanted to be a loyal, engaged follower. But Loki did not want that. He only wanted you.

"Listen, as honored as I am to hear this, I cannot accept," Loki said calmly. "I appreciate the gesture."

"Oh no," she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to please you. Oh no...the church leaders..."

"What about them?" Loki asked.

"Well, they always said if you come into contact with your god and they reject you, you were cursed to a life of failure and damnation," Paula explained in a trembling voice. "Loki! What can I do to make it up to you?"

Loki could sense the genuine fear in the poor girl. He sighed and looked away, trying to think quickly on his feet. It was rather difficult knowing the woman he loved was only a few stories above him, wet and waiting for him. Loki groaned as his cock stiffened in his trousers at the thought of you. He shook his head and turned back to Paula. He placed his hands on her hips and hushed her cries.

"Relax. That is false. My rejection does not equate to that, nor does it for any of the other gods. Here. Give them this." Loki lifted his hand up and produced a golden card that shimmered with green highlights. He twisted it in the air and allowed the card to capture the light. On the card were two snakes intertwined, Loki's symbol on Asgard. "Show them this. It is a gift from me. It will protect you from their anger."

"Oh, thank you!" Paula said, throwing her arms around Loki and hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Loki!"

"You are welcome, child," Loki said, stepping away and bowing slightly before Paula. "Go on. Take that to your leaders."

"I will!" Paula said. Loki stepped towards your building again when she called out once more. "Ah, Loki? May I ask what you're doing on Earth?"

"Why, I am trying to make the woman of my dreams fall in love with me, of course," Loki said with a wink as he pointed up to the building.

Paula squealed and clapped her hands together. "Oh, I am so sorry for coming onto you then! She is so lucky! Good luck! She'd be a fool not to love you!"

Loki chuckled and shook his head. "She would be, wouldn't she?"

*

You sat on your bed as a single tear dripped down your cheek. You weren't supposed to be crying. You were supposed to be happy. You were happy.

And then you looked out the window.

You were preparing a cup of warm, comforting, hey-I-just-quit-my-job-successfully tea as you waited for Loki. After taking the mug in your hands, you walked into your room and took a few sips. You found yourself gliding towards your window and what you saw caused you to drop your drink onto the ground.

Loki was outside, hands on the waist of another woman, as he smiled down at her. He was speaking, that damn right eyebrow lifted in the charming way it did when he was smooth talking you, meaning he was smooth talking her. You stood there in shock as you noticed a slight tent in his pants. The bastard was fucking hard. If it couldn't get any worse, he hugged her. He held her tightly against his body, cock hard, and a smirk on his face, and you suddenly felt sick.

You stumbled over to your bed and held your stomach. You tried to hold in your sobs but you couldn't help letting out a few. You shouldn't have felt so angry about this - Loki wasn't even yours! But you thought that maybe he could be. After all the care, the generosity, the sex, the "my love" tossed around so tenderly, you were positive that Loki had garnered at least some feelings for you.

You were wrong.

That was where you sat until you heard the front door open. You stared at the floor as you heard Loki pad into the room. The tips of his dress shoes entered your line of vision and you sucked your lower lip into your mouth.

"Pet, are you -"

"Who was she?" you asked.

"What are you talking about?" Loki questioned. You looked up at him slowly and swallowed the hard lump that had formed in your throat. You felt another tear trail down your cheek but you neglected to wipe it away.

"The woman outside you were hugging while having a fucking boner!" you yelled. Heat rose in your chest, causing your breasts and neck to flush with color as you stood from the bed. Loki's eyes filled with recognition and you laughed. "Oh, this is great."

"Darling, please listen to me. She was no one," Loki attempted to explain.

"No one? Then why were you gazing into her eyes, huh?" you nearly growled, stepping towards Loki with your finger jabbed out.

Loki snorted. "She was a follower of mine. Nothing happened."

"Oh, wonderful. Another follower," you sighed, running a hand along your hair.

Loki narrowed his eyes and cocked his jaw to the side. "And what is so wrong with that?"

"I'm tired of it, Loki! It's always your followers! The answering prayers late at night, the women in the grocery store catching your attention - which was the fucking reason I ran into Michael, by the way - and now this girl on the sidewalk...I'm tired of sharing you!" you shouted.

"I am a god, have you forgotten that? This is my life," Loki hissed. "I need to take care of these things. I need to give these people my attention."

"Then why can't anyone else have my attention?" you asked, tears brimming in your eyes again. "Fuck, I don't even want anyone else's attention but it's always, 'you're mine, pet. No one else can have you. No one else can look at you'. And if anyone even looks at me, you act like it's the end of the world!"

"You are mine. Don't you forget that," Loki growled, pointing a finger right back at you.

"But are you mine, Loki?" you whispered, dropping your hand beside you. Loki's face softened but you looked away, not wanting to get lost in the depths of his beautiful eyes. You sucked in a breath and shook your head. "You're the Master. I'm the pet. You're the god. I'm the mortal. I'm yours. But you're not mine. You'll never really be mine."

"I am yours," Loki murmured.

"But you're also the God of Sex. You're the God of Mischief," you hissed, eyes sharp as you faced Loki again. "You're the one everyone wants. I hate having to share you with the world! Fuck! It's not even just the world. It's the whole Nine Realms!"

"This is who I am, pet," Loki said, pressing his hands to his chest. "I need to be this. I can't just drop all of my responsibilities. I have already dropped so much for you! I haven't answered prayers in a fucking week just so I could spend time with you! Have you forgotten me going to bed with you every single night? Or what about the constant lavishing of your little cunt on my tongue? Does it mean nothing?"

"Loki, I appreciate that. I really do. But I...I don't want to share you anymore. I can't do it anymore!" you gasped out, tears falling down your cheeks. "The reason you came to me was because I was insecure. I was broken. Guess what? I still am. I still feel that sting when I see you with other women. I still hurt when I think about all the other beautiful people you could have. I just want you for myself and know that no one else can have you! I want to know that when you walk out of his apartment and leave this realm, wherever you travel to, it's me who you'll want to come back to. It's me who you're thinking of. I want...I want...fuck!"

"No one else has me. I'm here, aren't I?" Loki asked. "Is that not enough?"

"No, it's not," you cried.

"Why not?" Loki said, stepping closer to you. You stepped backward and shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. You felt it coming. You knew what was going to happen, but Loki continued to press on. "Why, pet?"

"Loki..."

"Tell me."

"Loki...no..."

"Tell me!"

"Because I love you!" you shouted, heart pounding in your chest. There was a ringing in your ears as you watched Loki's face transform from frustration to confusion to shock.

"What?" he murmured, his voice so low you barely heard him.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, nodding slowly. You wrapped your arms around you, making yourself appear as small as possible in the quiet room. "It's not enough that you're here because I want you to love me too. I want to know that even when you're answering prayers, looking at other women, or just...I don't know, doing whatever gods do, you're thinking of me because you love me. Knowing that you loved me the way I loved you would make everything better. I know you wouldn't leave me then. I'm terrified every day of you realizing there are better options and leaving me. And if that was to happen...I don't know what I'd do. I love you and I want you to love me too."

"You love me," Loki said softly.

"Yeah, I do," you admitted with red cheeks. "I have for a while. I'm sorry."

You stood there quietly as you waited to see what Loki did next. He was still standing there, surprise written across his face. You were expecting him to laugh, maybe yell at you, or more likely, just walk out and leave. You waited for the blow, the pain, the hurt. You waited for your heart to break into several little pieces.

Instead, Loki ran over to you, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.

His lips were pressed firmly to yours and his kiss was passionate. It was your turn to be shocked, but when you finally realized what was happening, you kissed Loki back. Your hands fisted in the lapels of his suit as you stretched up onto your toes, making sure you were especially close to Loki.

The man you loved. The man you admitted to loving. Out loud.

You didn't have a chance to be filled with fear as Loki kissed you. He moaned against you as he gripped your hips and pushed you backwards onto the bed. You collapsed backwards and dragged Loki down with you. He hovered slightly above you but you tugged him downwards, wanting to feel the weight of his body against yours. If this was the last time you were going to have Loki thanks to your foolishness of admitting your feelings for the almighty God of Mischief and Sex, you wanted to feel every bit of it.

"Loki," you moaned as he tore his lips from yours to kiss down your neck. Your hands found his hair and you knotted your fingers in it, keeping Loki's mouth close to your throat. His teeth scraped your skin and you arched your back, pressing your chest fully against his. His hard cock ground against your clothed cunt and you spread your legs, enticing Loki in.

"You love me," he murmured against your neck. His lips suctioned around the skin over your pulse and he sucked harshly. You whimpered and scratched his scalp as you bared your throat for him, giving him all the room he wanted to mark you. You wanted those marks - needed them, rather. You needed the reminder of who Loki was, what he had done to you, and that at least for a short portion of your lonely life, you were his.

Tears filled your eyes as you thought about him leaving you. He must not be that appalled with your confession if he was here grinding his hard cock against you and sucking on your neck. But at the same time, it was possible he was getting one last fill of you in before heading out. Perhaps it was even going to be a pity fuck, a sweet goodbye for you.

"You're crying," Loki whispered as he pulled himself back up. His eyes scanned your face. "Why?"

"Because I want you," you said honestly, because it was partially true. Loki grimaced but you just smiled at him, a weak one that was mostly tearful emotion. "Please, Loki...stay with me."

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. You felt yourself begin to choke on your impending sobs. You untangled your hands from his hair and grabbed his face, forcing his mouth back onto yours. Loki groaned into your mouth as his hands fumbled with your shirt, gripping the fabric without any sort of delicate handling. "Off."

Loki growled, pulling his lips from yours only so he could take your shirt off. He tossed the material onto the floor and attached his lips to yours once more. His kissing was getting needier and more intense as he groped your breasts. You arched into his touch as your tongue slid between his lips to tangle with his. You thought you heard him sigh your name, and then, your bra was ripped from your body. You pulled back as the feeling of the tearing fabric stung your skin. You attempted to catch your breath as you watched your bra fall to pieces on the ground.

"What's with the startled look, kitten?" Loki teased as he massaged your breasts. He toyed with your nipples and you moaned, pressing up into his touch. "Is it so hard to believe that after all this time, I want you?"

"Sometimes, yes," you gasped as he pinched your nipples.

"Then I guess I need to prove to you how badly I crave you, pet," Loki purred. His hands left your breasts and moved down to your pants. He winked up at you before shucking off your pants and underwear in one effortless swipe. He tossed the discarded clothing to the ground, pushed your thighs up to your chest, and dove head-first into your wet cunt.

"Loki! Oh my gosh," you moaned, hands immediately fisting in his hair. His tongue danced across your folds, dragging between them as he lapped up your juices. You pulled at his hair and screamed, your eyes locked with his. His green eyes sparkled with lust as he devoured you. He drank you up and then circled your clit with the tip of his tongue. You tugged his hair harder and Loki ground his cock against the bed.

His mouth was both a blessing and a curse. There was a sinful talent that lurked in those lips and that tongue that was pushing you towards the edge of an orgasm already. You dug your nails into his scalp as you bucked down against his face. You cried out his name as you arched your back, but Loki pressed his arm onto your stomach to hold you down. You whimpered as he lifted his head, face smeared with your shining arousal.

"Hold your thighs for me," he instructed curtly. You nodded and moved your hands from his soft hair to the undersides of your thighs. Your legs spread wider and your hips lifted slightly, presenting your cunt to Loki in the most tempting way. He grinned and kissed your inner thigh. "Such a good girl."

"Thank you, Master," you said with a light blush. Loki chuckled before lowering his head back down. He continued his oral exploration of your dripping pussy. Your nails bit into your thighs as you held yourself open for him. Loki's eyes met yours and with a salacious wink, he dipped his tongue inside of your weeping hole. Your body trembled with excitement as he licked inside of you, pumping his tongue as if it was his cock. You rode down on his tongue, grinding your cunt against his face.

Loki moaned and the vibrations went straight through your core. You writhed around, digging your nails even harder into your legs as Loki's tongue sunk further inside of you. His hands massaged your legs before sliding up to your cunt. One hand swung around and pressed to your clit, circling you quickly.

"Oh! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" You looked at Loki as the warning fell from your lips. He nodded once and shut his eyes, twirling his tongue inside of you. You tossed your head back and came as his thumb tapped your clit, causing your orgasm to swell and explode even harder.

Loki didn't give you any time to come down from your high. He removed his tongue from you and pressed it to your clit as he sunk two fingers inside of you. He pumped them quickly, curling them against the soft walls of your cunt. You could feel the flat of his hand pounding against your pussy with every rough thrust of his fingers.

"There's my good girl. Does that feel good, baby? Do you like my fingers inside of your pretty cunt?" Loki asked.

You nodded quickly, orgasm still hazing your mind. "Yes, Master."

"Tell me what you want, pet," Loki murmured before slurping on your clit. You moaned loudly, the sounds he was making turning you on even more. He feasted on you as if you were the most delicious meal and he was a starved man. You found yourself riding his fingers just as you did with his tongue. Loki grinned up at you. "I like when you grind against me."

"Feels so good," you whimpered.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my hand," Loki commanded, thrusting his fingers into you faster. The weight of your own bucking became heavier as you impaled yourself on his hand. Loki's free hand slapped against your outer thigh. "You never answered me, pet. Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock inside of me," you whined. Loki slapped your thigh again and you yelped. "Please, Master! Please give me your cock!"

"Say it, then," Loki groaned. "Say you love me and I'll give it to you."

"I love you, Loki! I love you so fucking much!" Tears pooled in your eyes as you spoke your heart. You weren't just confessing your love so you could finally feel his hard cock inside of you. You meant it. You meant every word you said. "I love you more than I have ever loved before. Please, Loki, please give me your cock. I love you so much, please."

"You are so perfect," Loki whispered as he slipped his fingers from you. His suit disappeared in a glow of green, leaving him naked before you. He pushed you further up the bed and grabbed your thigh with one hand and his cock with the other. He guided himself inside of you and hissed as your warmth wrapped around him.

"Oh, Loki," you sighed with pleasure. You moved your hands up from your thighs to wrap around the back of Loki's neck. "You make me feel so good."

"Mm, your pussy is squeezing the life out of me," Loki groaned as he bottomed out. He held himself there for a moment and you took that brief second of pause to admire him. His nude body was long, lean, and pale, contrasted by his dark hair. The edges of his face were sharp and smooth, showing off his pure and natural beauty. Loki was gorgeous, so breathtakingly gorgeous, and you loved him. You hoisted yourself up and kissed him.

"I love you," you whispered as you let yourself fall back down. "Now fuck me like you hate me."

"Hate you? No, it's actually quite the opposite, my dear," Loki snickered as he began pounding into you, not giving you a second to consider what he had just admitted. His cock was thrusting against the deepest parts of you, pounding into you so hard that you swore you wouldn't be able to sit for quite a while.

"Harder!" you shouted, moving your hands from Loki's neck to his ass. You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him flush against you, his thrusts painful from how hard he was fucking you. Loki's eyes were wild as he fucked you, malicious and mischievous intent dwindling in his irises. You dug your nails into his cheeks, sending little flares of pain up through his body like you knew he liked.

"You dirty little girl," Loki growled as he moved one hand from your thigh to your throat. He cupped your neck and leaned down so his lips were pressed to your ear. "You love getting fucked by me, don't you? Me, the man you love."

"Yes, oh my gosh, yes. I love you," you cried out as his hand tightened around your throat. Your eyes fluttered closed but Loki's other hand smacked your thigh again over the same spot he had hit twice before. Your eyes opened and you looked deep into Loki's gaze, hissing from the flash of pain.

"Eyes on me," Loki whispered. "You will look at the god who is fucking you like this."

"Yes, Master," you gasped, despite your lack of air. Loki's hips slammed against you and you whimpered with pleasure. The hand that wasn't around your neck moved to your cunt and he began swiveling his fingers around your clit. You clenched around him and Loki moaned.

"Oh, fuck pet. I love when you clamp that pretty little cunt around my cock. It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so hot and tight. Fuck, I'm never going to stop fucking you," Loki growled. He adjusted his hips so his cock was pressing directly against your g-spot with every single thrust. You swore you could see stars as he fucked you and you wondered if that was just because of his passionate thrusting or because you finally opened yourself completely to him. Whatever it was, you would no longer be able to live without it.

"Loki..." you moaned. "Please..."

"Please what, kitten? What do you want?" Loki asked, squeezing your throat. You pushed yourself into his hand and licked your lips. Loki bent down and kissed you, biting your lower lip and sucking on your tongue. You moaned his name into his mouth as you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed and pulled back, a groan ripping from his strained throat. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to cum!" you cried out, lifting your hips into his thrusts.

"Then say it again, pet. Say it," Loki challenged, a smirk on his beautiful face.

"I love you, Loki."

"Again."

"I love you, Loki!"

"Again! Say it!"

"Loki! Fuck, I love you! I love you so much!"

"Scream it!"

"I love you!" you screamed. "I love you, Loki!"

Loki's fingers swirled around your clit faster. "Good girl. Cum for me. Cum now!"

"Loki!" you shouted as your orgasm hit you like a pile of thick, heavy bricks. Your cunt tightened around Loki's cock as you milked him, your high so powerful that your nails had completely latched into Loki's skin.

"Fuck!" Loki grunted, followed by the sweet moan of your name. He pressed his cock fully inside of you as he came, thick, hot ropes of cum spurting inside of you. And he simply would not stop cumming. His cum leaked from your hole and dripped onto the sheets and you held him the entire time. Your arms moved up to wrap around his neck as his forehead dropped to yours, his breath dancing on your face. You shut your eyes and relished in the afterglow of your coupling. Loki sighed as he moved his hand away from your throat and downwards to cup your breast. "Pet?"

"Yes, Loki?"

"I love you too."

Your eyes flew open and you gasped. "What?"

Loki smiled down at you and brushed his fingers down your cheek. "I love you."

"You love me," you whispered, earning a delicate nod from Loki. "You're...you're not just saying that?"

"No, pet. I love you. I love you so much," Loki said as he flipped you over, his cock sliding out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs but for the first time since meeting Loki, you didn't care about that sensation. All you could focus on was him telling you that he loved you. Loki sat up and pulled you into his lap. "I've been wanting to say it for a while."

"Then why haven't you?" you asked.

"Why haven't you?" he asked you right back.

"I...I didn't think it was possible for you to love me back," you admitted. "You're a god. I'm just me. It didn't seem realistic to think that you could love me."

Loki placed two fingers under your chin and turned your face upwards towards him. He leaned down and pecked your lips lightly.

"Well, god or not, I do love you," Loki said sweetly. His face sobered and he chuckled lightly. "I think I have since I met you. I was drawn to you from the very beginning. Perhaps it was my destiny to become intertwined with you."

"Oh, Loki," you cried. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His hands rubbed down your back and you buried your face in his neck. You took in his scent - leather, pine, and sex - and basked in the glory of what he had just told you. Loki loved you. He loved you. You had captured his heart. You smiled against his neck and began laughing.

"What's so funny down there?" Loki teased, pinching your ass. You yelped and sat back up, giggles still falling from your lips. Loki lifted a brow. "What is it?"

"I'm just so happy," you sighed. "You love me. After everything, you love me and I love you."

His cock twitched against you.

"I like it when you say that," he growled playfully.

"What? That I love you, Loki Odinson," you giggled. His cock bounced once again and you burst into a fit of uncontained laughter.

"Minx," Loki huffed. "But I love you too."

You chewed on your lip as you ran your hand down Loki's naked chest. He intertwined your fingers together and held your hand quietly. His thumb brushed over your knuckles and you blushed.

"So, what now?" you asked softly. "What does this mean for us?"

"It means that you and I are together, as loved ones should be," Loki explained, lifting your hand up to kiss your fingers. "I am devoted to you, as you are to me. My heart is yours and no one else shall have it."

"I'd love that," you whispered, a large smile on your face.

"Darling, I must tell you something," Loki said, shifting you on his lap so you were directly facing him. "When you told me you loved me, I swear that everything in my life got suddenly clearer. It was as if every wish I ever had came true. But then I realized, the only wish I ever truly had was to be yours completely. I've wanted to tell you how I felt for a while now but I stopped myself for I did not want to scare you. I put this deal of submission on you. I persuaded you into this sexual relationship. You told me that everything was so new for you and that even relationships were quite unfamiliar to you. I did not want to frighten you with love too if you were not ready for it. I should have told you sooner and I...I am so sorry for hurting you by appearing as though I wanted other people or paid attention to them more. That is not the case. I want you more than anything and I will do everything in my power to prove that to you."

"I know you want me. I know that now. I'm sorry for being so cranky about you answering prayers. That's your job, your responsibility, and I shouldn't have made you feel guilty for doing your duties. I'm sorry," you said. "I want you to be a strong, powerful god because that's what you are. I want to encourage you to be who you are, not tear you away just so you can focus on me. I'm sorry."

"Fret not, pet. You were speaking from a place of hurt," Loki cooed as he kissed your head. "I'm not upset with you. I think this lack of confessing our feelings has rather stressed us out."

"You've got that right. I feel like I've been biting my tongue forever." You took a pause and chewed your lip. "But, Loki...who was that woman?"

"She was a follower of mine. She recognized me and she offered to sleep with me." Loki felt you stiffen in his arms and he kissed your cheek. "I declined and told her I was on my way to be with the woman I loved - you. You're the only one I want, darling."

"I love you, Loki. And..." Your eyes fell to his throat and you smirked. You pushed Loki down and straddled his lap. You leaned down and attached your lips to the skin over Loki's heart. You began sucking on the skin, nibbling it with your teeth as Loki arched into your touch. You could feel his cock growing harder against your ass as you marked him with your mouth. When you were finished, you pulled yourself up and pressed two fingers over the fresh bruise. "You're mine."

"Yes I am," Loki purred. He wrapped his hands around your waist and flipped you over. "Now, allow me to return the favor."

The rest of your day was spent in bed, his cock inside of you and your arms wrapped around him. Both in the middle of breathless trysts and calm cuddling, promises of affection, devotion, and pure love were whispered. You had no idea how you got here but you would not trade it for anything in the world. You had no doubts anymore about how either of you felt. There was nothing that could tear you from this bubble of love that you were floating in.

Later on, Loki told you how he took care of Michael. He swore that no harm came to him but based on the crooked grin on Loki's face, you weren't so sure he was telling the truth. Still, you were rather amused to hear how he went about telling Michael off. You couldn't imagine Loki being disguised as you, though the idea of it was rather funny. As he told you how Michael was no longer something for you to worry about, you felt a weight of stress fall from your shoulders and onto the floor. Things were finally going to be okay.

At some point, you were drifting in and out of sleep with your head on Loki's chest. His fingers were running along your spine and he was humming some gentle tune into the air. He had magicked clothing onto both of your bodies. He lifted his head and kissed the top of your head.

"Someone would like to join us," Loki whispered.

"Hmm?" you sighed, your eyes still closed dreamily. He tapped your skin lightly and you tiredly opened your eyes. Loki waved his hand and the door to your room crept open. And then, Cooper came bumbling into the room. He hopped up onto the bed and looked between you and Loki. He gave Loki a look and Loki nodded. You lifted a brow. "What did he say?"

"He asked if I told you that I loved you," Loki chuckled. He turned back to you and kissed your forehead. "I did, but not enough. I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled. Cooper whimpered and pawed at your arm that was thrown over Loki's stomach. You reached up and scratched his ear. "I love you too, Coop."

Cooper seemed satisfied with that answer. He plopped down beside Loki and rested his head on Loki's chest. You giggled as your dog immediately fell asleep and began snoring. Loki rolled his eyes but scratched Cooper's head.

"Wretched creature," he snorted.

"Be nice," you chastised him, but pressed a kiss to his chest anyway. "I love you, Loki."

"I love you so much, my sweet, perfect pet."

You, Cooper, and Loki laid there in a lovely, peaceful silence - aside from Cooper's snoring, of course. But even his grumbles and snorts could not disturb the paradise that had developed in your bedroom. You held onto Loki, he held onto you, and even when the distant rumble of thunder sounded from the sky, you felt no worries, no anxiety, and no fear inside of you.

You were safe.

Loki was here.

And against all odds, he loved you.

Notes:

THEY DID IT!! It's about damn time, am I right?! And now Michael's gone!

...Or is he?

Hehehehe

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