Summary:

Loki takes a tour around your apartment and finds various things of interest. The most interesting, of course, being you on your knees for him, begging to learn more from him. And Loki, ever the generous god, is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

Notes:

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When your eyes fluttered shut and didn't reopen, Loki took a deep breath. He brushed some of your hair away from your face as he straightened his back. Little snores escaped your lips, a sound that Loki would normally find irritating but from you, they were endearing.

Sort of.

You garbled out a snore and Loki grunted - never mind, not endearing. He rolled his eyes and pulled the sheets further up your body. The smell of sex still filled the room as Loki took a few steps away from the bed. As he stepped, the clink and clatter of the metal clasps and buckles of his leather armor rattled, stirring you. Loki could see the exhaustion on your face as you shuffled around in bed and he paused, not wanting to wake you. You sighed and settled further into the pillow, snores puffing from your lips again.

Loki waved his hand and his outfit changed. Instead of his armor, Loki was now dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and gray trousers. He kept the boots on - black Gucci with no laces or clasps - as he pattered around the room with his hands reaching into his pockets. He grimaced. These pockets are way too small, he thought. Magicking some larger pockets, Loki managed to stuff the totality of his hands into his pants.

Your room was small and incredibly cluttered. Loki stepped over piles of clothing, books, and records. Records? Loki knew it was a while since he visited Midgard but shit, people still listened to these things? He crouched down and picked one up. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, 1973, Elton John.

Loki lifted a brow. He remembered this bloke from when he visited Midgard in the early 70's. Elton was young, vibrant, and just a bit depressed. The singer had been drinking at the back of a bar, accent heavy as he slurred some incoherent noises. Loki had approached him, his confident swagger elevating him above the rest of the crowd. Elton locked eyes with him and the drunk smile left his face. Perhaps if he had been sober, Elton would have recognized him as the God of Mischief. But he didn't, for he was drunk off some cheap beer and too busy staring at Loki's ass. Loki could see in the young man's eyes that he wanted him and Loki was not one to turn down a good time. So, Loki had saddled up to him, hand resting on Elton's waist. He offered him a drink then ended up shagging him in the bathroom.

Loki was positive Elton had written at least two songs about him after that night.

He stared at the record with a grin. You snored like a beast but at least you had taste.

He placed the record down and stood back up, wiping his hands down the front of his charcoal pants. He went over to your dresser, drawers pushed out a bit from overflowing clothes. For a moment that lasted longer than Loki would like to admit, he wondered what kind of clothes you wore. The only clothing he had seen you in were your bathrobe and some delicious under garments. Did you prefer skirts or pants? Did you wear sweaters often because of the cold? Were you a sun-creature who dabbled in more revealing clothes but not for temptation, rather solely to keep your skin breathing? What colors did you wear? Surely, he would implement some green in there. It would look lovely with your eyes. Based on the fabric popping out from the sloppy drawers, you preferred browns, maroons, and navy as your typical color palette.

Loki had the urge to pull the drawers out, examine your clothing, and then promptly organize it all. The way the fabrics were poking out of the drawers made him shudder. Despite the disastrous state your dresser was in, Loki elected to ignore it.

He wandered over to your...bookshelf? Is that what he should call it? Really it was just a wooden structure with a few platforms wedged inside of it overflowing with novels, papers, and a few things he simply did not recognize. He skimmed his nimble fingers over the worn spines of the books and pulled one out at random. Fifty Shades of Grey, 2011, E. L. James.

Loki may have been living on Asgard but this mother fucking atrocity had not escaped his notice unfortunately. After becoming the God of Sex, Loki could safely say millions of prayers came in about people wanting their lives to be more like the lead characters of this novel. They had begged Loki for his help, promising eternal allegiance to him if they could please just have their sex lives spiced up like Mr. Grey had done for his female partner.

Out of curiosity and for genuine research purposes, Loki had ordered one of his fetchers to bring him a copy of the book from Midgard. The boy had returned sheepish and red-faced as he handed Loki the book. Loki could instantly tell that the youngling had read the book's contents based on his blushing and the barely noticeable folds in the pages - but of course, Loki had noticed them. He had settled down in the quietest nook of his chambers and read it in less than a day, nearly gagging at its plot along the way. This was not sex, not the good kind at least. It was a cheap remake of some ill-conceived fantasy that had Loki puffing his chest in pride at how he knew he was much better than this fabricated millionaire...billionaire? It didn't matter. Christian Grey was not Loki no matter how much the fictional character aspired to be.

With this in mind, Loki turned to you, holding the offensive object with a pinch of his thumb and index finger. "I take it back. You are pathetic."

He watched your body rise and fall evenly in your sleep. You gagged on a snore and Loki rolled his eyes. You were lucky you had him, he would have to remind you of that. You would never have to deal with men who couldn't find a woman's clit or failed to make her orgasm, he would make sure of it.

With a huff, Loki destroyed the book. Well, he didn't really destroy it. That would be far too loud. Instead, he made it disappear. And no, he would not be giving it back. He brushed off his hands on your curtains - he would not subject these pants to the crust of Fifty Shades of Goddamn Grey - and noted that the material was oddly thin. He tilted his head and pushed the fabric of the curtains around his fingers. They were white, nearly sheer, and had at least three holes in them that he could see. He shoved the curtains across the window and sneered. How could you block out the sun with these? With a sense of care for you, Loki ran his hands over the curtains and induced them with magic to make them much more capable of leaving your room dark in the morning. They still looked the same but once you pulled them across your window, it would be nearly impossible for the sun to breach your room.

But he wouldn't close the curtains tonight. He wanted you to wake up early. He still wasn't satiated yet.

Loki continued to make a trek around your room, cautiously stepping over your mess and observing every little bit and bob you had placed around your room. It was chaos but it was mildly ordered, at least you probably thought it was. Still, a piece of Loki that was fairly distanced from the organization snob in him appreciated the madness.

He walked over to you and sat on the edge of your bed. You were still snoring - fuck, he could not stand that. He waved his hand and the slurps and gurgles bubbling from your lips were silenced. Ah, bless magic. In the blissful silence, Loki looked at you. He took in the texture of your hair, the coloring in your skin, the curve of your lip. He knew you were beautiful. Your beauty attracted him from the moment he stepped foot in your room for the first time. But as he sat here and looked at you, the chilled part of his heart thawed a bit. You weren't nervous or trying to please anyone here. You weren't filled with self-doubt in this moment. You were just you - peaceful, relaxed, and beautiful.

For that, he could forgive the snoring.

It was no wonder Loki wanted to stake his claim over you. You truly enchanted him. He wondered why no other man had ever seen it before. While he was a bit thrilled at the idea because it meant you were his to fuck and ruin, a piece of him boiled and fizzled with anger. There was no reason why you should have felt so down on yourself.

Yes, this pact was meant for sex. Loki wanted to feel good. But through this deal, he would help you discover more of yourself and bring out that confidence he saw when you had pushed him - fucking pushed him! - and grabbed his hair, bit his lip, and rode his hand. Loki leaned over and kissed your cheek, willing dreams of only pure goodness into your mind. He got up slowly, fixed his sweater, and exited the room.

He pushed his hands into his, thankfully, much larger pockets and sauntered around your living space. He bristled at the fact that your entire home was smaller than his own bedroom on Asgard. And, much like your tiny room, the rest of your tiny house was cluttered and full of little knick-knacks. Loki quickly discovered his favorite little treasure of yours was a little silver flag hanging on the wall with the emblem of Asgard on it. Loki smirked and snapped his fingers, changing the silver to a soft emerald. Upon secondary inspection, he snapped away Asgard's emblem in favor of his own.

He didn't know why he did it but it felt good to leave something permanent in your unreasonably cluttered home.

Behind him, Loki heard the heavy groaning of snoring again. He furrowed his brows - you should not have broken the silencing spell he placed on you. Whipping around, Loki nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the large, yellow beast sprawled out on the floor.

"Holy fuck," Loki gasped as he stared into the open mouth of the snoring animal. Loki took a step closer to it and upon further inspection, he realized it was a dog. A fat, large, fluffy dog, but it was just a dog. A snort escaped the dog's mouth and its tongue fell over its teeth, slobbering on the carpet. Loki released a deep sigh. Does everyone in this house snore?

Loki walked over the dog, who stayed firmly asleep as he examined it. The animals of Midgard and Asgard were definitely... different, to say the least. But he recognized this animal, the Canis Lupus Familiaris, or more commonly known as the dog, and in this case, the Golden Retriever. The only reason he registered what exactly this beast was had stemmed from when he visited Midgard with his dear brother Thor in the 1800's. They went to Scotland for no reason in particular other than Thor had heard they had excellent alcohol and after a long, weary week in the middle of fucking Greenland, Loki agreed to make the stop for the drink.

It was there in the pub that Loki and Thor had stumbled upon what they assumed to be a crazy man who dubbed himself Lord Tweedmouth. Loki had raised a brow at the man's name but was quickly interested in the chaos and wit of the bumbling man. Tweedmouth had bought them both two barrels of ale but apparently he believed that was not enough to satisfy the visiting gods. Lord Tweedmouth had decided then to present Thor and Loki with a gift so unique that he would be the first to ever offer it to them. It was then that the Lord brought Loki and Thor to his home, presenting his pregnant Tweed Water Spaniel, Belle, who was apparently carrying a brand new breed of dog. The Lord massaged the dog's belly for an hour until she birthed the first ever Golden Retriever - three of them, to be exact. The pups were a decent size and from Loki's quick examination, he could tell the dogs would grow up to be good hunters and loyal companions.

Then, the pup named Crocus had nuzzled against Thor's cheek and the God of Thunder was immediately enamored.

As a way of appreciation to Lord Tweedmouth's insane but clever breeding ideas, Thor took Crocus to Asgard and raised him, caring for him throughout the duration of his life. Thor was inspired by the animal, so fierce yet so fun, and decided he would adopt the presence of the dog in times of need. He transformed himself into the dog whenever he returned to Midgard, his meaty heart still beating for the little golden puppy he held for exactly nine hours straight after birth. He used his transformation as a way to politely spy on shifty humans because really, no one ever was suspicious of a happy yellow dog.

And as Loki stared down at the Golden Retriever laying on your floor, he had a rather chilling thought.

"Thor?" Loki tapped the dog with his boot. "Is that you?"

The dog rolled over and huffed, eyes not even opening.

"Brother, you have really let yourself go," Loki mumbled, kneeling beside the dog and shaking it. He let the power of the Allspeak brand his tongue as he looked over the dog. "If that is you, Thor, you better reveal yourself. I swear I will castrate you if you have been spying on us." Loki paused and looked between the dog's legs. "Actually, it seems someone has gotten to that part of you already."

Loki's voice must have woken the dog up because when the animal opened its eyes, it gave Loki the cruelest, coldest look he could imagine. In a rough, old voice the dog spoke in Loki's mind, "leave me the fuck alone."

"Not my brother, got it," Loki snorted. He went to stand but paused, resting a hand on the dog's warm, plump belly. "Loyal canine, it is your job to protect the woman sleeping in the next room when I am not here. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear. Now let me sleep."

Loki rolled his eyes but pat the dog twice on the side before standing back up and making his way into the kitchen - or what could be considered a kitchen. It was cramped, much like the rest of this home. He poked through your cabinets, finding that none of your dishes or cutlery matched or belonged to any sort of collection. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet then sifted through your scarce wine assortment. He settled on a dry white, one that would tingle his tongue that he recognized as a cheap knock-off from a beverage that originated in 1753 from France.

Popping the cracked cork off of the bottle, Loki poured the drink into his glass. He took a sip as he opened your fridge and scowled - whether from the taste of the alcohol or the sparse amount of food in your fridge, Loki was not sure. There were two tasks to be completed: change this fucking drink and fix the emptiness of your fridge. Loki made his drink transform into a sweet rosé from Alfheim. He tested the drink, licked his lips in delight and smiled peacefully. Then, with a slightly more dramatic wave of his hand than intended, Loki magicked your fridge full of food that would not perish. The lush vegetables, shiny fruit, and hearty meat would not spoil. Loki smirked, satisfied and a bit comforted, as he walked back into the living room.

He plopped down onto the couch, crossed one long leg over the other, and sipped his wine. Really, he should be getting back to Asgard. But after spending a night with you, he wasn't quite ready to leave yet. Plus, he didn't want to face Odin's undeniable grumbling and annoyance. Instead, Loki just shut his eyes and made a list in his head of what parts of your body would be best to mark up and claim. With a genuine grin on his face, Loki stared at your dog, mulled over your copy of Fifty Shades of this Ridiculous Bullshit floating in a distant pocket of subspace, and considered all the ways he could fuck you.

*

You woke up sore again. That was becoming a habit. At least this time you actually slept.

Your room was quiet as you debated whether or not to get out of bed but when you checked your phone, you noticed it was nearly noon. Damn, Loki really must have worn you out. You slid out of bed, legs only trembling for a few moments, before heading into the bathroom to take care of your morning duties. You showered - still wearing Loki's necklace - and thought of how wonderful last night was. There wasn't any feeling of loneliness inside of your chest today as you remembered Loki's promise to continue coming back to you. The thought almost had your fingers drifting between your thighs to soothe your growing need. Stopping yourself, you finished cleaning up, hopped out of the shower, and brushed your teeth. As you brushed your toothbrush in slow, dramatic circles, you wondered when you would see Loki again and how fast it would take for him to pounce on you this time.

Apparently, it would not be long.

After drying your hair and getting dressed, you walked out of your room prepared to meet Cooper's angry glare for keeping him waiting for his breakfast until nearly lunch time. What you were not prepared for was Loki spread out on your couch with Cooper's head in his lap and his eyes glued to your copy of The Great Gatsby.

"Loki?" you nearly gasped. He looked up and smirked, shutting the book with one swift movement of a singular hand. His other hand fell to Cooper's head and stroked along his fur.

"Good morning, pet," Loki said. He glanced at the clock and chuckled. "Or should I say, afternoon? You're honestly up much later than I expected. Ah, that's fine. You needed the rest, I'm sure." His smile was cocky as he uttered the last sentence.

"You're here," you murmured.

"You say that a lot," he snickered. He looked down at Cooper and flipped one floppy ear over with gentle fingers. "She's quite the broken record, isn't she?"

Cooper huffed and made a noise that sounded like a whining child before he hopped off the couch and shook out his coat, sending a shower of golden hair raining to the floor. Cooper looked at Loki, who gave the dog a look that held meaning and perhaps a bit of warning. Cooper licked his nose, looked at you, then waddled into the kitchen.

"He's such a brat," Loki grumbled, wiping his hands along his fur-covered pants. That was when you realized that Cooper was not begging you for food and Loki was dressed in seemingly designer couture - both complete and utter oddities. You lifted a single finger and pointed it towards Loki, then towards the kitchen, then back to Loki.

"I...huh?"

Loki lifted an eyebrow at your creative and eloquent diction. He settled back against the couch, legs spread wide and arms positioned along the back cushions. He stared at you, his gaze deep and appreciative as he scanned your body.

"What is on your mind, darling?" Loki asked as if he wasn't a god who was invading your tiny apartment. You pouted and tilted your head, trying to find the right words to say.

"First of all, why are you still here?" you asked, raising one finger up.

Loki pursed his lips but then shrugged. "I felt like staying."

"Fair enough," you mumbled. Raising a second finger, you gestured towards the kitchen. "You're now best friends with my dog?"

"Not best friends. It's more like reluctant associates," Loki answered, laughing at his own description. "He's not a very chatty lad. In fact, he's quite stubborn and stuck up. Did you know he pretends to sleep whenever you try to take him for morning runs which apparently is not often anymore since you've switched jobs."

"What the...how do you... huh?" You were staring at Loki with wide and deranged eyes, you knew it, but you couldn't help yourself. Loki lifted a perfectly sculpted brow and chuckled in amusement at your bewildered expression.

"I can speak to him. I did find out his real name is Baxter but he rather loves the name Cooper. Good girl," Loki whispered the last bit with dark, sultry eyes. You froze, your body shivering from his praise, but you shook your head before you could get distracted.

"You can speak to my dog?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"The Allspeak," Loki explained, waving one hand around in the air. "It is a magical ability that allows me to speak to and understand the native tongue of all creatures. It is how I knew how to feed the little beast."

"You fed him?" you asked, face softening from confusion to appreciation. Loki nodded slowly, gauging your reaction with a thoughtful look. Your mouth opened and closed like a struggling fish. Your chest was warm and you smiled softly at the god on your couch. "Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"I was not about to let him starve." Loki adjusted himself so he slid down a bit further on the couch, his legs spreading out wider. Your eyes were drawn to the apex of his thighs, the bulge of his cock tenting his pants. He smirked as he noticed your stares and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "You're staring, pet."

Your eyes moved back up to his face quickly. You couldn't help but stare - he was gorgeous. The sweater was hugging his muscles, giving you the chance to fully appreciate his biceps and lean waist. The pants weren't much better. They were slim fit, a deep charcoal gray, and offered you a generous view of the strong, solid meat of his thighs. A gush of warmth flooded your core and suddenly, you wanted to be stationed upon that leg, grinding your cunt against his thigh as he whispered dirty words in your ear. You whimpered and pressed your thighs together, and the motion did not go unnoticed by Loki.

"What is it, sweetling?" Loki asked, a knowing grin on his handsome face.

"Your clothes...they look really good," you admitted with a blush on your cheeks. "Where did you get them?"

"Magic, of course." Loki shrugged as if it was common knowledge. Honestly, it should have been. You could've smacked your head with the palm of your hand. But then, Loki tilted his head and flicked his wrist. There was a tingling sensation on your skin that felt oddly similar to cool water running over your pores. You looked down and watched your cream-colored sweater transform into a beautiful forest green, accompanied with a deep v-neck cut into it that wasn't there before. Loki hummed appreciatively. "Much better. My colors suit you wonderfully."

The new style of your sweater exposed the pendant resting over your breasts. Gripping the stone between pinched fingers, you looked up at Loki. "Can we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about?"

"I want to know what it is."

"It's a necklace," Loki said plainly. You rolled your eyes, earning a growl from Loki. "Don't roll your eyes at me, little one. I don't like it."

"I'm sorry," you said meekly. "I just really want to know what's going on here."

Loki could see the frustration in your eyes and he released some of the tension in his shoulders. He shuffled back on the couch and held his long arm out towards you, palm upwards. "Come here."

You walked over to him, your body moving on its own accord. You took his hand, gulping at how his large hand swallowed up your tiny one, and he tugged you onto his lap. You straddled him and quietly appreciated the feeling of his hard thighs under your ass. Mindlessly, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you against him.

"What do you want to know?" Loki asked. You bit your lip and tried to sort through the millions of questions running through your mind. Loki's fingers were running along your spine and you blamed him for your brain working so slowly. Finally, you settled on the expensive piece of jewelry dangling from your neck.

"Can you explain this pendant to me?" you asked. "It's...well, I can tell it's magic. It's not that I can't take it off, I just never want to take it off."

Loki smirked and licked his lips. "It's magic, yes. Essentially, this pendant allows me to hear you nice and clearly. A trillion prayers could be sent my way and if you were to call my name, I'd hear it above anyone else. You can take it off but you may not want to because it's a piece of protection. It's essentially a shield for you, where if you were in trouble, you would call my name and I'd be there."

"Wow," you gasped, tearing your eyes away from Loki's beautiful face to look down at the pendant. Loki lifted the jewel with two fingers and turned it a bit, allowing the emerald to catch the light of the room. His eyes were incredibly focused on it, as if he was memorizing every cut and curve of the gem, before he looked back at you.

"It is also beneficial for me," he explained. "Should I want to come to you, I need not use the Bifrost. I can travel short distances with my powers but realm traveling is not in my capabilities. If you call me, the magic within the emerald brings me to you. I must return to Asgard via the Bifrost but if I'm on my way to you, you could be anywhere in the Nine Realms and I would be able to find you."

"Seems like a pretty special gift to give to someone after sleeping with them once," you muttered. Loki gripped your chin and forced you to focus on him. His eyes were dark, the deep greens and the gentle blues of his irises blending together to form a painting of mild emotion.

"It is a special gift and that is why I gave it to you," he said firmly, his grip tightening on you. "I knew you needed me and I knew I wanted to come back to you. I do not spread my gifts carelessly. You are the only woman in the realms to own this."

"Why am I so special to you?" you whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips with a drastic urge to kiss him. "You don't even know me."

"No, I don't know you. Much. I'm learning." Loki smiled thoughtfully, thinking back to his night of exploring your home. "Your dog is an excellent storyteller when he wants to be."

You eyed the kitchen pointedly. "And yet he ignores me whenever I call him."

"As I said, when he wants to be," Loki laughed. You blushed and settled into his touch, the sound of his laughter warming you and making you feel genuinely good . You reached forward as he chuckled and ran your fingers along his cheekbones, down his nose, over his lips, simply admiring his features. The laughter faded into the air as he watched you and absorbed the feeling of your fingertips running over his face. He slid his grip from your chin to your jaw, cupping your cheek and rubbing you with his thumb. It was silent, incredibly peaceful, and you wanted to sink into this moment and reside there forever. There was a comfort in Loki's eyes as he let you explore him without any sort of guard or intimidation up. It was an unusual feeling for him, you were sure of it. Finally, Loki cleared his throat and let his eyes fall to your lips. "You are special. You are special to me and I want to learn more about you."

"Yeah?" you asked, your hands slowing their exploration of Loki's face. Your thumb brushed along his upper lip, skimming the little dent under his nostrils. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything." It was nearly silent but you heard it in an exhaled moan from the man below you. He stiffened a bit and suddenly smiled smugly. "I mean, that is why I wanted to enter this deal with you. I wanted to know more about you and your needs. I wanted to help you. The more I know about you, the better I can pleasure you."

"Can we talk more about this deal? I sort of got carried away last night before we managed to get into detail." Loki's hand slid from your neck back down to your hip. He pushed up your sweater a bit and cupped your warm skin in his hand.

"I want to teach you all about sex. As the God of Sex, I can feel what you need. I felt it the first night we were together. Not only did you have a desire to learn, you had a desire to please, to submit. There's so much about you that you do not know yet and I want to help you discover it," Loki explained, his hands never leaving your body. "We will go through a series of different explorations, learning what works for you and what does not. And as you learn more about this part of yourself, you will flourish. I can see it in you. There's a seductive temptress begging to be let out. I want to set her free."

"And how do you know this will work?" you asked.

Loki shrugged lazily. "Sex is liberating when done properly. This is your chance to explore. While you may be submitting to me, you ultimately have the last say. If there's something you want, beg for it. If there's something you don't want, I will stop. Sometimes I will push you too far but that is all part of finding out what you want, what you need."

"You're going to push me?" you asked nervously. Loki nodded and watched your reaction carefully. You looked away and nibbled on your lower lip. "I'm sorry. This is just so new. I've had sex twice. I don't know where to even start with all of this."

"That is what I will show you," Loki said smoothly. "And yes, I will push you. I want to break down your walls. If it becomes too much, you will tell me so with safe words: green for continue, yellow for slow down, red for stop. Very easy to recall."

"That does sound easy," you admitted in a grumble. You shook your head and looked back at Loki, gauging the look in his sparkling eyes. "How often will you come here? Like, should I be expecting you to feed my dog regularly? You said yesterday you'd be here everyday so..."

You sincerely hoped that he could not hear the hidden excitement in your voice at the idea of him visiting you so regularly.

Loki chuckled and shook his head regretfully. "I don't know how often I will be able to see you. Truthfully, this is already more than I expected. I will come to you when I can or if you truly need me. Let us leave it at that."

You frowned but quickly shed the foul expression from your face with a quick nod and a fast change of subject.

"And just to reiterate, you're my Master?" Loki nodded, another cocky grin on his face. "What does that mean exactly?"

"While this is an exploration of your pleasure, it is also at my benefit. The greater your submission, the more I will give you. As your Master, I will dominate you, control you, and sometimes I may hurt you.I will also punish you if I see fit. Though, there are times when you will beg to be punished, pet. Everything I do will bring you further into my world but it will all be for your ultimate pleasure," Loki purred, his large hand splaying over your back and pushing your chest against his. "You will be my good little girl. Submit to me and I will give you everything you need. Your loyalty is mine, your worship is mine, your body is mine."

"That sounds so hot," you whimpered. "That wasn't elegant at all but there's really no other words for it. Loki, I want you to do this to me. Please, Master."

"Shall I teach you more about pleasure, darling?" Loki murmured, his lips dragging along your cheek. "Shall I put your body to use and begin testing your limits, begin your exploration?"

"Yes," you whined. His cock was getting harder beneath you. You could feel his bulge pressing into the swell of your ass. Loki moved one hand up and fisted it in your hair. He tilted your head so you were staring into his eyes.

"Say it, pet," he whispered in a velvety, husky tone. "Say 'Please, Master. I want you to use me'."

"Please, Master. I want you to use me," you said softly. Your eyelashes lowered a bit and a tiny smirk played at your lips. "I beg you to use me."

Loki gripped your hair harder and tugged your head backwards. You gasped in pain as you faced the ceiling. Loki chuckled and ran the point of his perfect nose up the column of your neck. He took a deep breath in and sighed happily, his cock only hardening even more beneath you. You squirmed around on him as his lips connected to your neck. He kissed your skin gently, nearly carefully, before sinking his teeth into your throat. You cursed and grabbed his hair, not sure whether you were trying to push him off or keep him on you. Loki laughed again and held you firmer.

"You know, darling, this lovely throat is quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of your body," Loki murmured, still nibbling at your skin. "It's so smooth. Perfect to kiss," he kissed it, "suck," he suckled at it, "and bite over and over again." And he did just that. Loki bit you, scraped his teeth along your skin and made you shiver.

"Loki," you sighed as you began rocking back and forth in his lap. Loki groaned against you, bucking his hips upwards to meet the gyration of your body. "Kiss me."

Suddenly, Loki's hand smacked down on your ass. You froze in his arms as he licked along your pulse. The flare in your backside stung but beneath that was a blossom of pleasure. Your eyes widened as a streak of warmth shot down to your throbbing cunt. You weren't sure what that was but you wanted it again. You craved it. You parted your lips to speak but Loki was lifting his head up, fist tightening in your hair.

"Ask nicely, little girl, or else you'll get nothing," Loki practically growled, eyes narrowing as he glared at you. You took a sharp breath, half delirious with the thoughts of how simultaneously beautiful and intimidating Loki was.

"Please kiss me, Master," you whispered. Loki's scowl smoothed into a look of arrogant satisfaction. He pushed you forward and sealed his lips to yours, drinking in the moans that rolled off your tongue. This was the first time he kissed you today and you were intoxicated by his taste. His tongue dipped into your mouth and tasted you, and you had a moment of relief knowing you took care of your morning routine before coming out and stumbling upon Loki.

His touch was hot and heavy, surrounding you with his scent of leather and pine and sex. And in that exact moment as you inhaled his aroma, you realized that he smelled like sex because of you. It was your arousal that clung to him, staining his skin with your perfumed lust. A wave of unnatural possession rolled over you and you straddled him tighter, grabbed him harder, and kissed him with every bit of energy that vibrated through your body.

Loki's hand in your hair tightened and he pulled your head back. He kissed you again, pillaging your mouth with his own. His hips were furiously grinding into you and your cunt was fluttering with the need to be touched. You wanted to be filled to the brim with his cock and your jeans were suddenly too tight, too suffocating. You wanted them off so you could feel Loki's skin on your own.

"M-Master," you stuttered against Loki's lips. He paused, his lips still brushing against yours. You took the silence as permission to ask your question. "May I please take my jeans off? I want to feel you."

Loki smiled against your lips. "No." He kissed you again briefly, his tongue flicking out to tease your upper lip, before he pulled back. "This mouth, it's decadent. I love kissing you."

"You do?" you whimpered.

Loki nodded, eyes still staring at your swollen mouth. "I do, little one. But we could put this mouth to much better use." His eyes slid down to gaze at your throat and his smile became even more devious. "And this throat as well."

"What are you thinking of?" Admittedly, you were nervous. You had no idea what Loki had in mind and his smile was sort of scaring you. But despite the hard grip in your hair and the intimidating twinkle in his eyes, you felt safe. He came to Earth to help you, after all. He wanted you and he told you he would protect you and keep you safe. And as that thought ran through your mind, you began to realize that the nerves were tinged and laced with excitement - pure eagerness, giddiness, readiness.

"Sweetling, do you remember our first night together?"

"Of course I do," you said quickly with red, burning cheeks. "How could I forget?"

"Ah, a valid point," Loki chuckled. His thumb swiped over your cheek - the one still holding your hair - and you shivered at how big his hands were yet again. "Towards the end of our night, you did something very brash, little one. You pushed me flat onto my ass."

You weren't sure if you were right but you were positive you felt Loki's cock stiffen even more as he rocked against your sore, wet cunt.

"Is that a bad thing?" you asked.

"No, darling. It was highly erotic," Loki purred, kissing you again as he got taken away in the memory. Snapping himself out of his aroused thoughts, he pulled his lips back and cleared his throat. "After you pushed me, you mounted me, took my cock in your mouth, and sucked me into another glorious orgasm. Tell me, was that the first time you pleasured a man with your mouth?"

"Yeah, it was," you said with an embarrassed nod. You looked away from Loki with shyness suddenly overcoming you but your dark Master would have none of it. He grabbed your chin with his other hand and directed your attention back to him.

"Do not be ashamed of your newness," Loki said so softly, so intimately, that you truly felt his words. They sunk into your heart and warmed you. A part of you wondered if he was using his magic on you but frankly, you didn't care. You blushed and thanked him. Loki pecked your lips but the sweetness faded into that mask of dominance just as quickly as it had left. "Today, I will teach you how to suck my cock. Well, you're already good at it, but let us see how far you can go."

You were going to need to change your underwear quite soon. You thought about how badly you wanted to go down on Loki. That quick session you had done on your first night together was a terrible tease and you wanted so much more. Lust clouded your eyes thinking about how Loki would moan and thrash and grab you. Nodding quickly, you held onto Loki tighter.

"Yes, please. I want that so badly," you said eagerly, pressing your breasts to Loki's chest.

"Good girl." Loki smirked. "Now get on your knees."

He pushed you off of him but you managed to land somewhat gracefully on the floor between his spread thighs. Your mouth watered as you stroked your hands up his legs, feeling the tight muscles beneath his ash-toned pants. Loki watched you, his arms spread over the back of the couch again as he licked his lip slowly. You nestled closer in between his legs and ran your hands over the prominent, hard bulge in his pants.

"May I please take your cock out?" you asked, feigning an innocence that masked your jitters. Loki raised a dark eyebrow upwards and smiled.

"You're a quick learner, pet. Yes, take your Master's cock out," he instructed, lifting his hand up from the couch cushion in a lazy wave. You made quick work of his belt, which you only now noticed had little green stitching woven into the sleek leather. You unbuckled his belt and adjusted his pants just enough to free his cock. It was flushed red, hard and aching with need for you. You stared at his cock and your cunt clenched, desperate to be filled by him. Loki hummed and tilted his head to the side. "Go on, pet. Kiss it."

You nodded slowly as you leaned forward. You licked your lips and pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock. Loki hissed - a sound so quiet you nearly missed it - as a drop of precum bubbled from the tip. Without even thinking, you licked it up, catching the milky liquid on your tongue and swallowing it down with a content sigh.

"You taste so good," you murmured. "I'll admit, I'm a bit upset you didn't cum in my mouth that night."

"Oh, really?" Loki asked. "Well, suck my cock like a good girl and we'll see if you earn it this time."

"Earn it?"

"Yes, darling. You will earn rewards for being good. That's another thing we'll touch on," Loki said. He grimaced and leaned forward so his face was even with yours. "But really, you're doing much more talking that I anticipated. Use that mouth for what it's meant for."

You gasped as Loki sat back again. You had no idea how he knew what buttons to press to get your riled up. You didn't even know what buttons to press to rile yourself up. But then there was Loki, the alluring God of Sex, pulling your strings and playing you like an instrument, hitting every note that would make you sing. There was just something about the way he spoke, an elegance and sophistication in his crisp voice that made every dirty thing he said sound even more sinful.

Tentatively, you wrapped a hand around the base of Loki's cock. Loki placed his hand on yours and shook his head.

"No, no. Mouth only." You let your hands fall to your sides. Loki could see your clumsy placement and he jutted his chin towards you. "Fold them behind your back. It'll be easier."

"Yes, Loki," you said sweetly as you did just as he said. You shuffled forward a bit more and stared at Loki's cock. It twitched under your gaze and you nearly moaned. Leaning forward, you pressed another kiss to the tip of Loki's cock, then another, and another, and before you knew it, you were running your tongue up the underside of it.

"Fuck, oh yes," Loki hissed with a twitch of his lip. His cock was hot and heavy on your tongue as you traced over him. You followed this pattern for a few moments before pausing at the tip. "Go on, darling. Put me in your mouth."

You dipped down and took the head of his cock between your lips. Loki's eyes widened as he entered your hot mouth and he had to restrain himself from shoving his cock down your throat. Loki watched you, a heady gaze trained on your lips as you began bobbing up and down in short, quick moments. He stifled a groan, his cock twitching between your lips as you sucked on him. There was a look of pure bliss on your face at having the heavy weight of his member pressing on your tongue. When your eyes opened slowly to stare up at Loki, he nearly came.

You slipped him from your mouth so you could catch your breath, but you couldn't resist peppering the flushed head of his cock with little kisses. As you took a long breath, you ran your lips up the sides of his cock and hummed. Loki's thighs twitched and you smiled.

"How am I doing?" you asked sheepishly.

"Perfect, little one," he said, running two fingers along your cheek. "Back to it now. Time to go a bit further."

You licked your lips, savoring the taste of Loki clinging to you. Keeping your eyes locked on your intimidating Master, you dipped back down and wrapped your lips around his cock. Instead of sticking to the first few inches, you began to slide down a bit lower. Loki moaned - a completely unashamed and unrestrained noise that sent a wave of wetness to your cunt - as one of his hands grabbed your head. He pushed you down further, helping you take his length into your throat. Your throat stung but it was worth it to see the look of pure pleasure on Loki's face.

He pushed you down further, his nostrils flared and his legs spreading. There was a determined look in his eyes and you couldn't exactly figure out why. You went down further but began sputtering, choking around him. Loki pulled your head back up and watched your wet lips shine as you caught your breath.

"Color?" he asked. You furrowed your brows and tried to figure out what he was saying. Loki grimaced. "I thought you said it would be easy to remember."

"Oh!" The memory came back to you. You tilted your head up and offered a slick-lipped smile. "Green. Very much green."

Loki looked at you with a bit of surprise. He shrugged and settled back into the couch. "Good girl."

"Thank you, Master," you whispered. Loki guided you back onto his cock and you shut your eyes, sucking on him as if he was the best tasting thing on this planet. Truthfully, he was. There was something hot and rich about him, a dense flavor that rested on your tongue and filled you with need. You moved over him slowly, teasing him in a way you didn't realize you knew how to do.

Clearly, Loki was not unaffected. His hips were starting to buck upwards and his groans were getting heavier, rougher. It amazed you that you could have this affect over him. Never did you think you would turn a god - the God of Sex nonetheless - into a groaning mess. You fluttered your eyes open and locked your gaze with Loki's. You could see the lust in his eyes, the dominance that was begging to be let out. He wanted to force you down further onto his cock, you could tell. His hand was tight in your hair and his breathing was ragged. With every dramatic suck from your lips, his hips would fuck upwards to push his cock into the back of your throat. Your cunt was throbbing, clit stiff and desperate to be touched, and all you could think about was how good this cock - the very cock that was in your mouth - would feel nestled between your thighs after all of this.

Loki would be deranged after this if he was already on the cusp of insanity right now. You had never seen him so aroused and tense. He wanted to test you, to push you, and you would let him. You would let him do anything if it meant you could hear his moans more. You stared at him and you couldn't push the heady, seductive thoughts away.

When you began to moan around him, Loki lost control.

His other hand flew down to your head and held you down. You struggled for breath as Loki guided you down further on his cock.

"Deeper, darling. Show your Master how far you can go," he murmured. "Breathe through your nose. That's my girl. Open your throat, relax yourself. I've got you."

And there it was, that tenderness that always leaked through his power. He knew this was all new to you and he honored that. He pushed your limits but he also kept in line with comforting you. With his instruction, you relaxed your throat and took a deep breath through your nose. Your chest felt less tight as your nose approached his waistline.

His cock was so far down your throat, you had no idea how this was working. But when you thought about it too much, you began choking and coughing. Loki pulled you off of him and gave you a once-over with his eyes.

"Keep going. I want more," you gasped, moving your mouth back onto him. Loki groaned and pushed you downwards. You swallowed him, everything you could manage as he eased you downwards. Your eyes watered and your cheeks grew hot and red. You were a sight of debauchery and Loki panted, cock jumping in your throat.

"You take your Master's cock so well. Open that throat, little one. Suck my cock like a good girl," Loki purred. He pushed you a bit further and as your jaw ached and throbbed, you felt your nose touch the skin of Loki's waist. "Oh, look at you. You're such a dirty little girl with my cock down your throat. Do you like having my cock in your mouth?"

You nodded as best you could and Loki laughed. He pulled your head back a bit, but didn't let you come up for air. This time, he began moving you over him with his hands, his hips meeting his movements. He growled as he fucked your face, testing the limits your throat could handle. But you knelt there, mouth open wide and tears streaming down your face, moaning as he ruined you.

You loved it.

You shouldn't have actually loved it that much. Your throat was sore and you were sure you would be coughing and speaking like a smoking addict for the rest of the day. But this pain and the mesmerizing look on Loki's face were going to be scorched into your brain for you to remember. And then, you knew he would make you feel so good after this. Perhaps he would even put his talented mouth to use again. You moaned and gagged a bit but stayed still and let Loki use you as he pleased.

"I'm going to cum," Loki said through gritted teeth. "And you're going to take it all."

Yes, yes , that's exactly what you wanted - what you needed. It was what you wanted the first night you were together. You remembered the addictive taste of his cum when he had released on your breasts and you tasted it from your fingers. You moaned and begged him with your eyes, pleading for his release. Loki gasped and moaned out your name. He tossed his head back as he pushed you all the way down onto him and came.

His cum shot down your throat in thick, white ropes. You sputtered on them but swallowed everything he gave you. You shut your eyes and relished in his taste. Loki continued to groan and hiss until he finished cumming. Slowly, he slid his cock from your throat and watched some of his cum dribble over your lips. He gathered it on his thumb and slipped his digit into your mouth. Despite your sore jaw, you bobbed your head along his thumb, circling your tongue over him and cleaning him off.

"Good girl. I'm so proud of you," Loki murmured, still breathing a bit unevenly. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and cupped your cheek. "I believe the gods designed your mouth solely to suck my cock."

"I guess that means I have to do it more often," you said hoarsely with a watery wink. Loki laughed and leaned over. He kissed you slowly, intimately after that brutal performance. You sighed into his mouth and wrapped your fingers in his hair, keeping his mouth sealed to yours. You went to climb into his lap, your hands pulling at his shirt before Loki grabbed them with his own and stopped you. He pulled back and shook his head.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked with a perked up eyebrow.

"Moving on to part two," you answered quickly, still trying to hold onto his shirt. Loki lifted your hands to his mouth and kissed over your knuckles, a smirk on his face.

"Not today."

"What?" you gasped. "But I'm...I'm..."

"So deliciously wet and ready to be fucked, I know," Loki cooed. "But I must return to Asgard and you, dearest, must learn your next lesson."

"And what would that be?" you asked.

Loki's smile was wicked as his eyes glittered.

"Delayed gratification." He kissed you briefly as he moved you off of his lap. "I'll be back, sweetling. Until then, don't you dare even think about touching yourself."

"Wait, Loki -"

"Goodbye, pet."

He settled you on the couch and with a wink, he disappeared in a glowing, green light that was both amazing and frustrating.

And that was the precise moment you remembered that Loki, God of Sex, was also Loki, God of Mischief.

Notes:

Fun fact, the story about Lord Tweedmouth's Golden Retrievers is true. He did indeed "create" the first ever good old golden through unique breeding. Thor and Loki weren't there though, I just like to imagine they were.

However, the story about Loki hooking up with Elton John is not true. Unfortunately. Imagine the stories that would come from THAT. But really, it seems like a Loki thing to do so let's just go with it.

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