Summary:

Between love and lust, divinity and desire, faith and fantasies...

There is Loki, God of Mischief and Sex. There is you, Goddess of Trust.

There are so many games still to play. There are so many stories yet to be told.

And there is so much pleasure for you to experience.

Revisit the world of "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me" in this collection of one shots, drabbles, deleted scenes and extra chapters spanning from your first encounter with Loki in chapter 1 to your blissful future together in the epilogue.

Notes:

Surpriiiiise! "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me" is back!!!

Welcome to my newest fic "Faith and Fantasies", a collection of outtakes and deleted scenes from the original fic, "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me". Ever since I wrote that fic back in 2020, you have been asking for more. I couldn't wait any longer to share this with you. Are you ready for some FILTH?! WOO

We're going to start this fic off with probably the most requested scene out of the entire fic...yours and Loki's wedding. I had so much fun writing this and I can't wait to share more with you, and yes, there is more!

I won't keep you waiting any longer. Welcome back to the world of "Get On Your Knees And Pray To Me". Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: It's been 3 months since Loki proposed to you. Now, it's time for the grand royal wedding that everyone has been anticipating. Frankly, you're terrified.

*

You were anxious. Jittery. Nervous.

Terrified.

Terrified? Could you really say that?

Yes. Yes, you could.

You understood the anxiety. You were sure that everyone who went through this felt that way. Even the shaky hands and the nervous churning of the gut was probably normal. Not that you really knew, this was your first time doing this.

This. Marriage. You were about to get married. To Loki, God of Sex and Mischief, Prince of Asgard.

Fuck, your stomach hurt. It seemed that even becoming a goddess couldn't prevent that from happening.

You sat in a plush chair in what was dubbed the Bridal Chamber, fiddling nervously with your pendant. The room itself was quite beautiful - white flowers, white drapes, white trim around the door. The tables were white marble, which matched the white marble floors. The dishware was all crystal, which wasn't really white, but the shimmery glass reflected all of the white in the room and held it within its surface. So, white.

At least the walls weren't white. It helped break it up. The walls were a dainty pale goldish-yellow color, and if you squinted, you could see the delicate floral details painted merely half a shade darker hiding on the surface.

The bed was white. Perfectly, pristine, polished white.

It was all so...clean. So untouched. So pure.

You were anything but pure. You could thank Loki for that. It almost felt wrong being in such a delicate, clean room. But you were there, you had to be there, because it was the Bridal Chamber, and you were the bride.

You didn't think this day would ever come. It's not that you thought you wouldn't marry Loki, but it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. It felt like just hours ago, Loki had dropped down onto one knee, presented you with a ring, and asked you to be his wife. But it wasn't hours, it was three months since then. Three months of love, passion, and devotion that all blended together to culminate to this very moment.

This moment. You, with a stomach ache, sitting in an all-too-white room, being absolutely terrified of getting married.

It wasn't that you were scared to be with Loki for eternity. That was all you wanted, truly - to be his wife, to be tied to him forever, to always be by his side. You wanted that, craved it, needed it. So you didn't understand why you were scared, and you really wished you could see Loki to help calm all of your nerves.

"I'm so sorry, my dear, but that is not allowed," one of the bridal attendants had told you after you begged her if you could see him last night. And the night before that. And the night before that. And all of the nights before that for the past week, because one week ago was the last time you saw Loki.

According to Asgardian tradition, when a man is to be married, he is to go on a ceremonial hunt. The hunt is to last one week. His goal is to kill a Golden Beast - a golden stag, a golden boar, a golden bear, it doesn't matter - and return it to his future partner. This tradition aimed to represent his protection, devotion, responsibility, and risk to his partner.

Meanwhile, you sat here. Alone. Desperate for him.

Loki didn't even want to go. He said that to you as you fell asleep in his arms the night before he left. He had made sure to fuck you deep, dark, and hard that night.

"I want you to feel me with every step you take until the moment I return," Loki had whispered, sin and impurity in his voice. "I want you to think only of me." His lips came closer to your ear. "When you bathe. When you sleep. When you're having a delicate spot of tea with the ladies who know nothing of the dirty little thing you are for me. I want the thought of me and the way I touch you, pleasure you, wreck you, like no other man ever could, to fill your mind every second of the day."

You had gripped the sheets at that, arching against him. Loki hissed, one arm sliding under your arched back to keep your body pressed to his. Your breasts pushed against his chest, your mutually pounding hearts beating as one beautiful, powerful, thunderous duet.

"Loki..." you had cried out, hissing as his mouth found your neck. He nibbled at your skin, and you knew he was marking you for everyone to see, notice, envy.

"Don't worry, little one," Loki said, lifting his mouth from your neck and replacing it with a large, possessive hand. He squeezed, thumb brushing over your racing pulse. "The second I return, I will press you to the first wall I see, hoist up your skirts, and ravage you until you'll need me to carry you back to your room." He grinned, tightening his grip. "And even then, I assure you, my good girl, you will still beg me for more."

Feeling him until he returned. He made it his mission that night. Not a moment passed where he wasn't inside of you.

He made true to his word, mostly. You stopped feeling him a day ago, and he still wasn't back. You would have to inform him of his fault.

But even when you woke to the throbbing ache between your legs, all you could truly think about was the cold, empty bed beside you.

That was how the rest of the castle felt. Empty. Empty because not only was Loki gone, but the hunt demanded that the other men of his household accompany him as well. Thor had left with him, and even Cooper was required to go as well. It was just you, Frigga, and the eager staff who could not stop gushing over the wedding.

Really, it was endearing, and you were honored that they were so excited for you to formally join the royal family. But you wanted the waiting to stop. You wanted to be Loki's wife.

You sighed, one leg crossed over the other, a lilac silk robe wrapped around your body, and a glass of white crystal wine from Alfheim. It was normally your favorite - Kassandra had introduced it to you on the night of your goddess ceremony - but your tummy was turning too violently for you to even consider taking a sip.

But even if you wanted a sip, you wouldn't be able to take one, because suddenly, the doors were swinging open and a parade of ladies were rushing in. Your hand instinctively clutched your pendant, hoping to feel some of Loki's warmth within it. Behind them, Frigga glided in gracefully, as if she had not a single reason to rush. Her smile was kind as she found your eyes, and for some reason, her complete and utter casualness brought peace to you.

You stood, bowing your head. "Good morning, Queen Mother."

"Good morning, sweetheart," Frigga said, cheerfully picking up a glass of the wine and clinking it with yours. "I told you that you didn't have to bow before me. We're family. Or at least, we will officially be family in a few short hours."

"Hmm, this is true," you said. You lifted the glass to your mouth and practically downed it. Frigga watched you with a careful eye, ignoring all of the hustle and bustle around you two. You, on the other hand, could not ignore it. Even as you drank your wine, your eyes followed the footsteps of every woman in the room. They were bringing plates of fruits, nuts, and cheeses in, preparing boxes of makeup and jewelry, and opening the closet in preparation for your dress.

Your dress. You had not even seen it.

"How are you feeling?" Frigga asked.

You shrugged and smiled. "I'm-"

"Don't lie."

"I wasn't-"

"You were."

You pressed raised a brow. Loki was her son, and he was the God of Lies. Of course she knew a liar when she saw one. You chuckled, shaking your head, as you placed the glass down. "Honestly? I'm terrified. And I feel even more terrible because I feel terrible. Marrying Loki is all I've ever wanted, so why am I so afraid?"

Frigga nodded, humming under her breath. A woman came over to you but Frigga simply lifted her hand wordlessly, and the woman scurried off. Frigga took your hand and squeezed it. "Come. Let's step outside."

Frigga walked you over to the large set of double doors across the room. The Bridal Chamber was conveniently located to look over the Queen's private gardens - an area where no one could see you. She led you outside, and the warm breeze greeted you with a kiss on your cheek. She closed the doors behind you and stepped to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"It's a beautiful day. Quite the perfect day for a wedding, especially this wedding. Loki and his, what did you call it on Midgard, soulmate? Loki and his soulmate becoming one," Frigga said, her free hand gesturing to the golden blue sky. But with the hand on your hip, she did not fail to notice how you tensed. She grinned and looked at you. "Darling, do you want to marry my son?"

"What? Of course I do! I want to marry him more than anything," you assured her. You shook your head and looked out over the gardens. "I'm sorry, Frigga. I don't know why I feel so scared."

"Because this is overwhelming. This whole thing!" she laughed. "Centuries of preparation have anticipated this moment. You were chosen for Loki. Everyone's eyes are on you when all you want is one person's eyes on you. One person who isn't here."

You looked up at her, your lips parted. She nodded and continued.

"You and Loki are bonded. You need each other. Being separated before such an important occasion is trying on you. Both of you. I am sure he's not in the best of moods being away from you," she chuckled. "The entire realm is celebrating. In fact, all of the realms are celebrating. That is millions upon millions of people talking about what he'll look like, what dress you'll wear, how big the ceremony will be. You've been shoved into this foreign room, surrounded by traditions, while still having to live up to your responsibilities of the Goddess of Trust. Sweetheart, I truly believe you are simply overwhelmed. You want to marry Loki. You love Loki. And all of the chatter and bustle around the big royal wedding has skewed what this day is really about - you and Loki becoming husband and wife. Royal or not, gods or not, at the root of it, you are simply two people who love each other and want to spend forever together. Don't let the grandeur of it all distract you from that truth."

You stared at her in shock. In a mere matter of minutes, Frigga had dusted off and uncovered the reasoning behind your nerves - something you had failed to notice despite ruminating over it for days. You felt quite young at that moment, so inexperienced and blind to the world. When you considered it, you were only beginning your life of immortality. You were a blink in this grand, long life. Frigga, however, had been around for thousands of years. Of course she could quell your fears. She had seen people fret and panic and worry before. She understood what to say and how to say it. She knew so much, saw so much, and you were both intimidated and grateful for that. With a wobbly lip, you thrust your arms around Frigga and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you so much," you whispered into her dress. You felt her arms drape over you, the arms of a loving mother, a gentle Queen, a kind soul. She cared for you, truly cared, and you felt it. "I'm so blessed to have you."

"I am blessed to have you, my dear. And so is my son. Both of my sons, in fact." She kissed the top of your head then pulled back to hold your chin between her fingers. "Today is about you and Loki. Do not let it be ruined by traditions and fanfare."

"I won't, I promise," you reassured her, nodding with your chin still pinched lightly in her grasp.

"You are brave, you are courageous, you are strong. Loki loves you and I'm sure once you see him standing at the altar, you will forget that any of this worry ever plagued your mind," she said. "Now, do you feel better?"

"I do, thank you," you said, your smile much more genuine this time. "I think I just want it to be here already. I want to be on the altar with him. I hate waiting."

"Then wait, we shall not. Come on, let's get you ready," Frigga leaned down, her lips beside your ear. "Besides, Heimdall said the boys were on their way back. Don't you want to be ready for when they arrive?"

Your eyes widened and your heart pounded, the excitement of seeing Loki once again making you giddy and jittery. You nodded quickly and immediately rushed to the doors. You pushed the double doors open and paused, taking in the sight of women fluttering and rushing around the room. That nervousness twisted your belly again, but Frigga rested a soft hand on your shoulder.

"I'll be right here the entire time," she said, patting your shoulder. "Come, let's make you a bride."

You nodded, thanking her genuinely. You both walked inside, Frigga turning to close the large doors behind you. You smiled and nodded at every maiden that crossed your path as you headed towards the center of the room. With every step you took in your silk slippers and long, creamy robe, you felt your nerves melting away - slowly, but surely.

You were going to be Loki's wife. You would be bound to your lover for the rest of your immortal life. Frigga was right - the grandeur and fanfare was overwhelming, but today wasn't about being royal or a goddess or the center of attention. To others, maybe. But for you, for Loki, it was about becoming husband and wife. Really, that was all you cared about. And as you thought over it more - the eternity you had ahead of you with Loki - the more you wanted to get ready, get dressed, and walk down the aisle.

A woman with long, fire red hair came up to you and curtsied. "Goddess of Trust, my name is Penelope. I'll be your main attendant for this day."

"Hi, Penelope. It's wonderful to meet you. Thank you for helping me out today. Trust me, I'm going to need it," you laughed, then asked her to please call you by your name. Your request sent her cheeks nearly as red as her hair, but she nodded regardless.

"Thank you. We're about ready to get started. May I seat you?" Penelope asked, turning slightly to the side and sweeping her hand towards a seat in the middle of the room. You nodded and bowed your head.

"Of course." You looked back at Frigga, her hands clasped and her smile encouraging. You turned back to Penelope and grinned, mimicking Frigga's words from mere moments earlier. "Let's make me a bride."

Penelope tried to contain a chuckle - probably for propriety's sake - but it slipped out as she walked you to the seat. You sat down as gracefully as your shaky legs could manage. As soon as your bottom touched the cushion, maidens swarmed around you like a flock of flittering, feathery birds.

"Oh, so beautiful!"

"Loki is so very lucky!"

"What a lovely lady!"

"You're going to be the most beautiful bride!"

"I may cry!"

Their words flew around you, meshing together in a symphony of excited chirps and squeals. You blushed, your face warming as you looked down at your clasped hands. Your ring glimmered back at you, as if Loki was purring in agreement.

"Mistress?" You looked up at Penelope, who was standing in front of you. "We are going to begin. We will be touching your hair, your face, and your skin. We will also be removing your clothing to bathe and dress you. Is this alright?"

"Yes, that is alright," you said kindly, hoping to calm her visible anxiousness at being around you.

"Is there anything we should not do?" she asked.

You paused for a moment and placed your fingertips on your pendant. "Please do not touch this necklace. It is never to be removed."

Penelope acknowledged this with a nod, then instructed the other maidens of your request. Whether she knew about the importance of your pendant, she did not say. When she was done reporting to her crew, Penelope turned back to you. She paused and bowed her head. "Shall we pray first before touching you?"

You lifted a quizzical brow and snorted, shaking your head. Penelope looked at you incredulously as you laughed and waved your hand, the question becoming funnier and funnier as you thought about it.

"No need! You definitely don't need to pray before me," you giggled, followed by a warm smile at the young woman. "I trust you."

Her eyes widened and she practically burned with excitement. "Thank you! Thank you! We will begin promptly!"

Penelope danced away, practically a new woman as she set to prepare the team. Frigga came up to you and grinned. "Congratulations on the blessing."

"Blessing?" you asked, tilting your head.

"You just blessed young Penelope with that sentiment," Frigga explained. "She has worshipped you since your resurrection into godliness. Your trust in her has given her peace and purpose."

You hummed, looking back at Penelope. You watched her closely, the skip in her step and the light in her eyes. It was still odd to you that you were a goddess, worshipped and prayed to. You feared you would never get used to it, this life and this responsibility, but seeing the excitement in the young girl at least made you feel like somehow, some way, you were doing something right.

Moments later, Penelope and her team were gathering around you to begin the bridal preparations. She introduced every woman, more authoritative and outspoken than before. And then, in a flash, they were on you, over you, around you. They first escorted you to the bathing chamber, where they stripped you bare and bathed you in floral scents and rich salts. This, you knew, was equally for you and for your soon-to-be husband. Softer skin, supple breasts, it was supposed to be alluring for your mate.

You knew he would love you regardless, but you also knew he would love being able to bruise your skin easier.

It reminded you of when he fucked you with his clone for the first time. He requested you shower with heat and steam prior so they could mark you up as much as possible. The reminder sent heat through your bones and a tenderness between your legs.

Focus. You had to focus. You couldn't get aroused this soon, not when they were going to take you from the bath soon.

You let yourself calm down, thinking of anything but Loki, before you were taken from the bath. You were dried by the softest towels you had ever felt and soon returned to your robe. The women brought you back into the main room where you were groomed and polished, decorated and designed. Your hair, your face, even your body was tended to. All you had to do was sit there, still, and enjoy it.

Frigga, ever the kindest goddess, chatted with you the entire time. You knew she could tell how overwhelming this situation was, but she distracted you with questions and anecdotes and the occasional joke.

As one woman - Jeniya - painted your lips gently, you noticed three women carrying in a large, white bag. Jeniya glanced up and looked back down at you with a smile. "It's the dress."

Your eyes widened and excitement blossomed in your chest. If you didn't have to be so still for this, you would have shot up out of the chair and ran to see what the dress looked like. But you sat there, patiently impatient, and waited until you were ready. After Jeniya finished with your lips, Penelope and Frigga greeted you.

"It's time for the dress," Frigga said, and you knew that once the dress was on, it wouldn't be much longer. You had not even looked at yourself, but with the way the women gawked at you, you were sure their hard work had shown.

Penelope helped you stand and walked you to a pedestal in the center of the room. You stepped into a pair of heels, which two women helped strap securely around your ankles. The size of the heel would have normally intimidated you, but you were quietly practicing walking in heels for the past few weeks. You had hoped to not make a fool of yourself today by doing so.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart," Frigga said from beside you. "I want this part to be a surprise."

She walked away before you could answer, but you chuckled under your breath. "Fuck delayed gratification." You closed your eyes and waited. A chill ran over you as the women stripped you of your robe. You felt a set of underthings - lacy and delicate, judging by the way they brushed your skin - being placed on you. Curtains of layers were pulled over your body before you were being guided into the dress. Your heart was pounding, your throat was dry, and your tummy fluttered with every lace of the corset the women tightened. You heard the sounds of weeping and cooing, shuffling and sighing, before Frigga's warm hands landed on your waist.

"Go ahead, my dear, and see yourself as the world sees you," she whispered.

You opened your eyes and nearly stumbled back at what you saw in the mirror facing you. You were standing on a pedestal, tall and proud. Your back was straight and your neck was high. Your face had been painted beautifully. All of your natural features had been enhanced, rather than changed or covered. Your hair was done gracefully, a glittering tiara nesting atop it. Your skin shimmered, sparkling gently in the light.

But the dress. You were amazed by the dress.

The first thing you noticed were the sleeves. They were sheer and decorated with little wisps and flourishes of lace. The lace crawled up your arms and gathered at your chest. The neckline of the dress was extremely low - a touch you knew Loki would approve of. The material gathered into a sweetheart neckline over your breasts, allowing your pendant to sit proudly and noticeably on your breastbone.

The dress then came in at the waist, pulling you in ever so slightly. You noticed that despite the dress having a corset, it still showed the natural shape of your body - a shape Loki was obsessed with. At your waist, the fabric blossomed out in a huge, sweeping ballgown. It trailed behind you, spouting out around the floor like the end of a trumpet. It was beautiful, and unlike the room, it wasn't completely white.

The material, for the most part, was white. But every time you moved, even just a mere inch, a glossy, shimmering golden hue accentuated the dress. Between the chain of your pendant, the tiara on your brow, and the wedding dress you donned, you were a lady dripping in elegance and gold.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, running the tips of your fingers over the bodice of the dress. Your thoughts trailed back to the night Loki brought you to Alfheim for a night at Kassandra's ball. The dress you wore then, a deep emerald green with a swishing ballgown, was lightweight and easy to maneuver. This dress was just the same. It was a simple, thoughtful touch that made all the difference. You would have no issues walking, dancing - or fucking - in this.

The latter, you knew, was something Loki would insist upon.

You tried not to let the thought affect you too tremendously, though you knew you were failing.

"A dress fit for a princess and a goddess," Frigga said, bowing her head. Immediately, the maidens of the room curtsied deeply, their faces turned to the floor in reverence. You blushed and whispered a gentle thanks to Frigga. She smiled and lifted a hand, and all of the women rose once again. "Now, dear, before we begin, we -"

"No, you're not allowed in there!"

The shout of a guard at the door had you whipping towards the entrance of the room. There was a bang on the door, a clanging of swords, before the door swung open.

And running in came Cooper.

"No! She's just finished getting ready!" One maiden shouted, attempting to jump in between you and Cooper. His thick body slid between her legs and he continued to charge before you.

"It's okay! That's my boy!" you laughed. The second he was close enough, Cooper jumped up onto you. "Coop!" you gasped, dropping to your knees to take your dog into your arms. He pawed at you, uncaring of the fine clothing you were wearing. He licked your face and sniffed you, and you could hear his excitement with every whimper and huff he made. The women attempted to pull him from you but you dismissed them, relieved at having your best friend in your arms again.

"My girl! It's my girl! You look so beautiful! Shit, you're so pretty. Dammit, I missed you."

"I missed you too, buddy," you said, scratching his head. "And thank you, so much."

"They tried to stop me from coming in but the second we got back, I knew I had to see you." Cooper licked his nose and sat back on his haunches. You giggled but then paused. You looked into his big eyes and your own widened.

"We? You're back? All of you?" you asked.

Cooper sneezed. "Yup. Just got back."

You stood, brushing down your dress. Turning to Frigga, your expression was pleading. Before you could even ask, she held up an adamant hand. "No, you cannot go see him. You knew he was coming, but it is still forbidden. Resist temptation."

"Please," you said, walking towards her and taking her hands. "I need to see him. It's been a week."

"You'll see him at the altar," she said, smiling and patting your hands. Frigga glided away and you groaned, turning back towards your dog. He was giving you a quizzical look, one that looked foreign on a dog.

"Shit, am I not good enough anymore?"

You laughed and shook your head, kneeling down before him again. Your nails scratched his cheeks. "You're more than good enough. You're my best boy."

"Damn right."

Continuing to scratch him, Cooper told you all about his adventures with Loki and Thor. Your chest was full of longing as he spoke, tail wagging and paws tapping the floor. You missed Loki more than you could put into words, and now that he was here and you still couldn't see him, you were sure you may go insane.

That is, until your head became filled with something so familiar, so tangible, so desirable, you would have fallen to the floor if you were not already kneeling.

"Goddess of Trust...I pray to you..."

Your entire body froze and you stared ahead of yourself. That voice. That was a voice you would recognize anywhere. It was a voice that dripped like honey down your spine and curled around you like a warm quilt. It spoke sin to you. It prayed to you. It made every piece of you feel chilled and heated all at the same time.

Loki's voice.

He was in your head, loud and clear. It had been a week since you heard that melodious, deep voice. And now, you heard him, and all you wanted to do was run to him to hear it in person.

"God of Mischief, God of Sex, I pray to you..." You felt tears in your eyes as you entered a moment of prayer. It was the easiest way to connect to Loki and hear him when he wasn't here. He was beginning to develop telepathy, but the connection was often severed and broken if he wasn't focusing too deeply. Prayer, however, was a direct link between your bonded souls.

"Oh, my little pet, I have missed you so deeply," Loki purred to you.

"Where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay? Did you get hurt while you were gone? I...Loki...I missed you so much..." Even in your head, your voice was broken, emotional. Loki cooed to you and you could practically feel your pendant warm against your chest.

"I am perfectly alright, my sweet," Loki said. "I cannot see you yet. Soon, my darling, I will be at your side once again. Hang in there for me."

"Everyone is telling me to wait. I'm really not that patient, you know."

There was a laugh on Loki's end - crisp, golden, and full of joy. His laugh. You missed it so much and hearing it now made you long for him even more. "I know you aren't, pet. Delayed gratification, and all that."

"Hmm." You smiled, waving at Cooper as he sauntered away from you with a lick to your cheek. He had said something about finding some grub. You continued to kneel on the floor, pretending to adjust your sleeves so no one would bother you. " You lied to me, Loki. I'm severely disappointed in you."

You swore you felt a rush of panic through your bond. His voice was sharper, concerned. "What? Darling, what did I -"

"You said I would feel you with every step I took until the moment you returned," you tutted to him. "I stopped feeling you yesterday."

He practically purred. You could envision how he looked right now - back straightened, eyes darkened, hands clenched a little too tightly. "My apologies, pet. It seems I would have to remedy that as soon as possible." You heard his voice deepen. "You should never go a single step without feeling the remnants of how good I fuck your beautiful cunt."

You shivered and shut your eyes, a flush creeping down your skin. Your core throbbed, slickening between your thighs. Your underthings would surely be ruined by the time Loki got to them later.

"You could remedy that now," you whispered. "I'm already on my knees. I'm even in my wedding dress. I could pull the skirt up and let you fuck me in front of all of the maidens." You smirked to yourself. "We could let them watch."

There was a pause down the line, as if he was considering it.

He was considering it.

"No," his answer was gruff, determined not to break. "Be my good girl, little one. If you're good, I'll steal you away the moment we are wed and sink myself as deep as I possibly can inside of you. Will you be a good girl for me, sweet?"

The image you pictured, the sin you felt, it made it impossible for you to stand.

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl," Loki sounded proud, and that made you glow. "Now, get up, mingle a bit, have some wine. I will see you in one hour."

"Promise?"

"With my whole heart." He paused again, and when his voice came into your mind, it was softer, tender. "I love you, and I cannot wait to marry you."

You smiled, your heart fluttering like a hummingbird. "I love you too, Loki. I'll be your wife soon."

"One hour."

"One hour."

"Bless you, Goddess of Trust for answering my prayers."

And with that, his voice disappeared.

"Bless you, God of Mischief, God of Sex, for answering my prayers," you whispered to yourself, your hand resting over your pendant.

And there it would stay for the next hour, as you counted down the seconds until Loki was officially your husband.

*

After the last of the guests filed in, you were shuffled to the large, golden doors closed at the back of the grand hall. You could hear them through the thick gates chatting, mingling and humming with excitement. It would be only a moment before the ceremony began.

Frigga had kissed both of your cheeks and gave you a motherly squeeze before placing your incredibly long veil over your head and sweeping away to the position she would take at the front of the hall. You were flanked by several guards, ready to lay down their lives to protect you.

Not by your command. By Loki's.

He ensured you would always be safe, even if he wasn't by your side.

You gave each of them a smile, engaging with them quietly as they nodded at you. Tapping one foot anxiously, you were about to ask when the ceremony was set to commence. Your lips paused in the shape of an 'o' and your back straightened to attention once you heard the double slam of Gungnir on the marble floors of the hall.

It was time.

The guards stiffened, heads high and hands placed reverently on their swords as the golden doors swung open to reveal you to the hall. The crowd - rows upon rows upon rows of guests - stared at you in awe as you came into view. Your eyes floated between their gazes and the grandeur of the hall.

The hall was beautiful, decorated in the most elegant and stunning decor you had ever seen. Whites, greens and golds were the core of the celebration's color palette. Drapery and shimmering fabrics hung low along the ceilings and walls, intertwined with lines and swirls made up of literal magic. There were no seats, as it was customary for all guests to remain standing throughout a royal ceremony, and the marble floor beneath their feet displayed their reflections back at them.

The Vanir orchestra began to play, and you felt that unfortunately familiar anxious feeling wash over you. It was...a lot. Overwhelming. As you stepped forward, watching everyone bow towards you and wipe their teary eyes, your gut began to twist once again. You paid so much mind to not tripping and not looking like a fool that you almost forgot what was about to happen.

Almost. Until you looked up and saw him.

Loki.

He stood at the front of the hall upon a golden dias lined with green decor, Thor standing in all his kingly majesty behind him and Cooper sitting with his nose pointed up. Loki's armor - fine, sleek, daring - was a green so dark it was nearly black. His cape hung low, sweeping on the floor behind him. His helm was perched on his dark brow. Beneath that brow, you could see his green eyes, sparkling with love. A perfect smirk filled his face. Loki's jaw was sharp, ticked slightly to the side - his only indication that he was barely holding it together at the sight of you. He licked his lips and you could hear his voice in your head.

Come to me, little one. Let me make you my wife.

And like a trance, you walked to him, gliding down the aisle with your chin held high and your smile bright. It took everything in your power not to race to him. You felt the eyes of everyone watching you, adoring you, but all you could focus on was the man you loved getting closer and closer to you with every click of your heels.

As you reached the dias, Loki reached out a hand and beckoned you to him. You placed your hand in his, warmth radiating through your body at the feeling of your skin touching finally. Squeezing his hand, you climbed up the dias and stood before him. Carefully, you curtsied deep to the ground, lowering your head and smiling softly.

"My Prince," you practically purred before rising to attention. Loki's eyes toured your body with delight, raking over every inch of you. They stopped at your breasts and you saw his pupils dilate before they locked with yours once again.

Thor opened his mouth to begin the ceremony - as your curtsy was all that was necessary - but Loki sank to one knee, bowed his head and pressed a fist to his heart.

"My Princess," he said, and you heard a murmur of questioning approval from the audience. You blushed as he rose, took your hand, and kissed it. Against your skin, he murmured, "you look beautiful, my love."

"Thank you," you whispered, already choking on your tears. Loki kept your hand in his as he glanced at Thor, nodding. Thor grinned and cleared his throat, and you only just noticed that he was wearing his kingly attire dyed in yours and Loki's colors.

For some time, Thor spoke about marriage, the responsibility to Asgard, and the power of the love that was being witnessed before the crowd. You listened, as best you could, but mostly, you focused on Loki. The way his lips were curled into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen, the hand that held yours, the heart you couldn't wait to press your ear to when you slept later.

If he let you sleep.

But more than that, you were entranced by his eyes. They were bursting, full of love and light, but also filled with a heat that you recognized all too well. They swirled with darkness and power, a promise of what was to come now that you were together again. They promised you sin, deviance, and impurity - the exact opposite of what your dress represented.

Though, thinking about it, that was perhaps one of the reasons he was so charged up.

You were lucky your veil obscured your face to the crowd. They surely would have seen the look of desire and want across your features by now.

Throughout the ceremony, you ran through the motions with Loki. Bowing when necessary, repeating when necessary, and moving when necessary. Though through it all, Loki's hand remained in yours - strong, unwavering, decided. It was as if he knew you needed him, yearned for him, craved this reassurance of his presence. And truthfully, you were sure, he just missed touching you as well.

Even when it was time for the vows, Loki did not release you.

"Prince Loki will now recite his vows to the Princess," Thor announced, taking a step back and allowing you and Loki to have the full dias to yourselves. Cooper wagged his tail, looking between you two before following Thor. The crowd was silent - so silent that you heard the heel of Loki's boot click through the entire hall as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He cleared his throat and took both of your hands in his.

"My love, my darling, my goddess, my wife," Loki began, sucking in a breath that exposed how emotional he was feeling. "All of my life, I have searched for a purpose. From when I was very young, I assumed that purpose was to be a god. It was to rule over my domains and maintain the necessary balance of the realms. I was...unhappy, but content. It was my duty, and I would do it. But then you came along and...and everything changed. As I got to know you, experience you, understand you, I realized that my purpose was not to be a god. My purpose was to love you and be yours for all of eternity. And when I realized that, I was happy. I was content. I was eager to see what the future held. I was eager to be with you and love you with every inch of my being. I wanted to be with you every second of the day, for better or for worse, and I wanted to be completely consumed by you."

Loki's eyes were sparkling slightly, a silver sprinkle along his waterline. He squeezed your hands, and even with a crowd of people surrounding you, you were completely entranced by him.

"Loving you has been the greatest honor of my life," Loki said, his voice strong and confident. "I vow to you that I will always love you, protect you, and be honest with you. I will take care of you and let you take care of me. My sword, my shield, my powers, my heart - it is all yours. I will lay beside you on the coldest, darkest nights and I will stand with you on the warmest, brightest days. I will give you every piece of me - the good, the bad, the whole, the broken..." and in your head, you heard him whisper 'the blue, all of my Jotunn blue' .

You smiled and rubbed your thumbs over his knuckles, tears falling down your cheeks. Your heart was so full and overflowing with love that it was taking every bit of restraint in your body to not throw yourself forward and kiss him.

Loki said your name, blinking tears from his eyes and smiling down at you. "You are my entire universe. There is not a place in the Nine Realms that I would not follow you. I vow to always make you happy, to spend every second of my days loving you, and to be yours until the end of time. I love you, my dearest Goddess of Trust, my Princess, my wife. I love you, and I am truly honored and blessed to be your husband."

The crowd was crying. Thor was crying. You were crying. Loki was crying.

Cooper was wagging his tail, still.

"Thank you," you whispered, tears dripping down to your dress. "I love you, Loki. I love you so much."

"I love you, dearest," he returned with a gentle voice. Even as Thor approached the dias again, Loki's loving eyes stayed glued to yours, a faint, caring smile stretching his wet cheeks.

"And now, the Princess shall proclaim her vows to the Prince," Thor said, a crack in his voice from how he had cried. He stepped back and you looked down at Loki's hands entwined in yours. You blushed and smiled, looking up at him once again.

"My Prince, my God, my beloved, my Loki," you began, your voice quieter, delicate, sincere. "When you first found me, I was lost, broken. I didn't know who I was or who I had the power to be. I was stranded, scared, and alone. But you, so quickly, pulled me from that darkness. You showed me my beauty, my strength, my worth. You gave me everything I ever wanted, needed, and more. And you did it all with love and tenderness. You were the light I always prayed for and you changed my entire life. You brought me into your world, your family, with open arms and an open heart. You love me for all of my flaws, my wrongs and my insecurities. I feel your love in everything you do."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, one formed from how emotional you were. Your hands were gripping Loki's tightly, securely, and you wouldn't dare to let go.

"I vow to love you with passion, devotion and honesty. I will be yours and only yours until the end of time." Loki's eyes watered more and you leaned closer to him, ever so slightly. "I vow to listen to you, care for you, and honor you. You can always be truthful and vulnerable with me, show me your weaknesses and share your hurt, and I vow to always do the same. I vow to be transparent and open with you. I vow to live every adventure with you by your side, and even when the road is long and rocky, full of fire and danger, I would walk through it barefoot for you."

You looked up through your lashes and felt the largest, most genuine smile grow on your face. "I love you, Loki Friggason. I will never stop loving you. You are my equal, my lover, my best friend, my partner, my companion, my darling, my husband. Whatever life throws at us in our immortal years, I vow to love you. I vow to be yours. I vow everything to you."

"I love you, my darling," Loki choked out. As Thor stepped back on the dias, Loki watched you with wet cheeks. He bowed his head ever so slightly and in your head, you heard him. "I have one more vow to you, little one. I vow to always be a just, protective, and caring Master."

You had to stifle a giggle as you subtly winked at him. "And I vow to always be a devoted, adoring, and obedient pet."

"Obedient?"

"Well, most of the time."

You watched as Loki bit the side of his cheek, hiding the snort and scoff he so desperately wanted to let out.

Thor was speaking, announcing words to the crowd that slipped in one of your ears and out the other. All you were aware of was that the ceremony was ending and you would soon get to kiss Loki. You were so close to the moment and even you could see the anticipation and impatience in Loki's eyes. If Thor continued to preach any longer, Loki was sure to steal Gungnir, slam it into his foot to shut him up and run off with you.

But then, Thor turned to you, a prideful, excited grin peeking from his beard.

"Princess, do you take Prince Loki to be your partner, your god, your warrior, and your husband?" Thor asked, lifting his chin.

You beamed, nodding. This time when you spoke, it was loud, determined. "I do, King Thor."

Thor made a content noise before turning to Loki. "And Prince Loki, do you take the Princess to be your partner, your goddess, your warrior, and your wife?"

"King Thor, I do," Loki proclaimed, already stepping closer to you. You could see him clearer up close, even though your sheer veil still covered your eyes.

"Then by the power of the gods and the Kings and Queens of Asgard before me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," Thor shouted, slamming Gungnir on the golden, marble floors. It echoed through the halls as the crowd cheered. Loki carefully lifted your veil from your face, winked down at you, before taking your face in his hands and kissing you.

Suddenly, everything felt right.

Kissing Loki brought you such bliss, warmth and healing that all of the loneliness, nerves and anxiety melted away. He was familiar, he was home. Loki kissed you with such a tender passion that you could practically feel the crowd disappearing, leaving just the two of you standing in this grand room, sharing your love in this physical way.

Loki kissed you like it had been years away from you, and truthfully, it felt that way. His hands held you gently, cradling you like you were a delicate flower. The way his mouth moved, however, was anything but delicate. It was fiery, aching. It was a promise of what was to come later tonight, and a promise of what was to come for the rest of your immortal life.

You held him, kissing him in a way that attempted to convey everything you felt for him - a secondary reinforcement of the vows you just spoke. Loki returned that sincerity, his lips kissing those vows back into your mouth.

The two of you could have stayed in that embrace for hours if it was not for Thor subtly clearing his throat. Loki pulled back first, and as he did, the cheers from the audience registered in your ears. You breathed heavily, still clinging to him as his thumbs ran over your cheekbones.

"My wife," he whispered, leaning in to press a loving peck to your forehead. You blushed and stood on your toes - as best you could in your heels - and winked up at him.

"My husband."

It was enough to fully set Loki off.

He took your hand and turned, presenting you to the crowd. "Asgard and all the realms, raise your voices for my wife, the Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Trust!"

If it was possible for the cheers to get louder, they did. Your eardrums rang with the excitement, adoration and ferocity of the crowd. You could hear their prayers swarm in your head, buzzing and begging for your respect and trust. You would have sought to answer them, if Loki had not started leading you back down the aisle and through the crowd.

But he did not parade you to the reception hall, as was expected. Instead, the moment Loki and you exited the hall, he grabbed your waist, swung you around a nearby corner and slammed you against the wall.

"Well, hello once again, pet," Loki purred, his body caging yours against the wall. His eyes were dark and his grin was wicked. Gone was the man who was softly weeping and professing his deepest emotions. This man, this was the man who wanted to hold you down, gag you, and fuck you for hours. "It's been a while."

"It has been," you breathed out. "Shouldn't we be going to the reception?"

"No, little one. Not yet. We are newlyweds. It is expected for us to disappear for a few hours," Loki said. His eyes crawled down your body. He licked his lips and as he leaned against you, you could feel his hardness through his leathers.

You whimpered but lifted your brows. "Already, Loki?!"

"Oh, you cannot tell me you aren't aroused too," Loki snickered, his hand tightening on your waist. As he spoke, his eyes became glued to your chest. Your pendant glittered with every deep breath you took, as if it was teasing Loki to come in closer. A heat blossomed from the skin beneath the thick emerald - Loki's magic was beginning to erupt. He was losing control over his desire for you. Good. "The restraint it took me to not mount you in front of all of those people back there...fuck, you're lucky I even got you out of that hall, pet."

Before you could speak, Loki's mouth was on your neck. Kissing, sucking, biting. His hands groped your body, his fingers running with temptation over your dress. Your head fell back against the wall, giving Loki more room to kiss your neck. Already, you were wet. You pressed your thighs together and it did not go unnoticed. Nothing ever went unnoticed by your Master. Loki chuckled gruffly against your throat.

"Dirty little thing," he laughed. One hand came up and palmed your breast. "I want to fuck you in this dress. I want to fuck you right here and now." He paused and growled. "I will fuck you right here and now."

Loki turned you around, slamming your front against the wall. You gasped as he kicked your feet apart. When you looked back over your shoulder, there was a feral look in his eyes.

"Wait, Loki!" you said, grabbing his wrist in your hand. His eyes met yours, daring and questioning, but always respectful. He would stop for you without any hesitation. You ran your thumb over his wrist. "We can't do it here! Everyone will see."

"You had no problem with that before when you were tempting me upon your knees," Loki reminded you with a smirk. You huffed and rested your head against the wall, giving him a sultry look.

"Yes, and I don't have an issue with it," you tilted your head down. "Except the first time my husband fucks me, I would like it to be in the privacy of our chambers, so I can properly worship you." You smirked and looked up at him through your dark lashes. " Master ."

Loki's eyes flashed with a recognizable, uncontrollable heat before he tightened his grip on you and teleported you both to the bridal chambers.

You looked around, registering where you were before looking over your shoulder at Loki. "The bridal chambers?"

"Yes, pet." Loki stepped around you, standing in front of you with his chin pointed upwards and his hands neatly clasped behind his back - the perfect stance of dominance. His armor appeared even darker in this bright, white room. He waved one hand, gesturing to everything in the room. "I've been meaning to fuck you in this room for a very long time." He took a step closer to you and pinched your chin between his long fingers. "I wish to defile you in a room intended for purity and innocence, my dear Goddess of Trust." He leaned in and kissed your cheek, purring. "There is something so alluring about stealing your sweet, sweet innocence."

Your lashes fluttered as you shut your eyes, gasping while he nudged your cheek with his nose. "You stole my innocence long ago, Master."

"Mmm, and I think about it every day," Loki whispered. He pulled away, still holding your chin. "But you...in this dress...it's something entirely new. My sweet, kind little wife. You are so beautiful, so alluring. You are the perfect picture of regality and elegance. You appear to me so clean and untouched" He tightened his grip ever so slightly. "I ache to ruin that. I want to make you impure, dirty, a vessel of pleasure. I want to make you a woman reborn once again. I want to fuck you so hard that you cry, your make up all over your face, your hair a mess, your clothing in shreds." His green eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. "I want to make you completely and utterly mine, just as I did the first day I came to you."

These words of velvet and richness made your breath hitch and your cunt throb. Wrecking you was always the plan for today, but hearing him say it with such want sparked something feral inside of you. You wanted it, you wanted him. You wanted to be his wife, his goddess and his equal, but also his submissive, his plaything, and his pet. And in this union, in this promise to each other, you knew that you could be all of those things at the same time. Loki loved you and respected you, and he would treat you the way you deserved, the way you wanted, the way you needed.

And right now, the way you wanted to be treated was dirty, rough and dark.

Gripping the skirt of your dress, you sank to your knees. Your veil fell over your face as your dress pooled around you. You folded your hands in your lap and looked up at Loki through the sheer shimmer of your veil. Pushing your breasts out, you spoke submissively.

"How may I please you, Master?"

Loki groaned, his hard cock pressing against the constraints of his armor.

"Such a good, obedient, little pet," Loki purred. He stepped in a slow circle around you - a predator hunting its prey. You kept your submissive position, only your eyes dared to follow Loki. The heels of his sturdy boots clicked and echoed on the floor, the only other sound present amongst your heavy breathing. After a tour around your kneeling form, Loki paused in front of you and tilted his head. "Tell me your colors."

"Green is for good, yellow is for slow down, red is for stop," you repeated the mantra that had been drilled into your head by Loki - your husband - for so long.

"Good girl. And what color are you?" Loki asked, a layer of concern and care atop his dominant facade.

"Green, my love," you said, smiling up at him. "Very much green."

Loki smiled softly and nodded, pride shimmering in his green eyes. He reached down and unclipped your veil from your crown. He ran his fingers along it before placing the long, silvery fabric on a marble table beside him. You looked up at him as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles. You preened, leaning against his hand before placing a gentle kiss to the backs of his fingers. Loki let out a sigh.

"I love you." It was a murmur, a beautiful promise that even in what was to come, what he was about to do to you, he loved you. He would always love you. And you would always love him, and he knew it deeply. You bowed your head deeper, a silent acknowledgement and return of his sentiment. Loki cleared his throat and his hand moved to your hair. "This is a gorgeous dress. It is so beautiful. A garment fit for a goddess."

"Thank you, Master," you said, warmth crawling from your cheeks to your chest. You pushed your breasts up, and it earned a hushed growl from your husband.

"It would be a shame if anything happened to it." Loki's voice was colder, sharper now. You glanced up at him through your darkened lashes and he was staring intently at you. A smrk flashed across his face before he grabbed your arm and hoisted you up. You squeaked as he leaned in to you, his nose brushing yours. "I'm going to fuck you in this dress until it is ripped to shreds."

Heat exploded within you as arousal dripped down your thighs. Loki grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you - roughly. You grabbed at his armor, holding what fabric peeked through with tight fists. You returned every inch of his desire and ferocity with your kiss, and when you nipped his lower lip with your teeth, he hissed in the way he only did when he was moments from losing all control.

You wanted him to lose control. Desperately.

"I heard that," Loki groaned against your lips, sliding his thumbs over your jaw. You paused and pulled back slightly to look in his eyes. Mischief glittered in them as he clicked his tongue. "Have you forgotten that our minds are connected now, little one? Those crude thoughts, those wicked desires, if you aren't careful, you let them slip right through."

Biting your lip, you lifted a brow. "Who says I was trying to be careful?"

Loki chuckled and shook his head. "Dirty little thing." He leaned in and his face grew as hard as the marble that constructed this room. "You want me to lose control, my darling wife? Your wish is my command."

In a flash, Loki tossed you onto the bed. You landed on your back and Loki crawled over you, his cape forming a protective blanket over your bodies. Loki kissed you, grabbed you, groped you. His hands were everywhere and yet not touching you enough. You tried to wrap your legs around him, but the large skirt of your dress restricted you. You whined and Loki chuckled against your lips.

"I told you I would tear this dress apart. Be patient, pet," Loki whispered. He began trailing kisses down your cheek and jaw, stopping to suck a bruise below your ear. You arched your back and spread your legs, hoping to entice him further. It seemed to work, since you felt his hard cock twitch in his trousers.

When Loki's mouth arrived at your pendant, he pressed an adoring kiss to its shining emerald. Over it, he breathed out a firm, decisive, " mine ."

"Yours," you agreed. "Always yours, my husband."

Loki's eyes were practically glowing green as you spoke the words. "Good girl." He lifted a single hand and as he ran a hand over the skirt of your dress, it began shredding under the tips of his fingers. You watched as the elegant, gorgeous dress that you were sure the seamstresses spent months making simply fell apart beneath the slow graze of Loki's hand. His pupils dilated as your bare legs began to show. It was so simple, the baring of skin, but it was enough for your husband to grow impossibly harder in his pants.

"Every day that I was on that hunt, all I could think about was tasting you," Loki murmured. "Your cunt is so distinctly delicious, a sweet nectar on my tongue. But even more sweet is the way you move when I touch you."

Loki's hand rested on your thigh as he lifted himself over you. You squirmed and he hummed, nodding.

"Yes, kitten, like that," he purred, dragging his nails over the insides of your thighs. "Your breath always hitches when I do this. I know how sensitive you are right here." He pressed his thumb into your upper inner thigh and you whimpered. Loki snickered as he began crawling down your body. "When my mouth gets close to you, I always feel you tremble. You don't want your Master to know how badly it affects you, but trust me, pet, I know. I know everything that makes you shake and wither and tick."

"Master..." you breathed as his fingers ghosted around your clothed cunt. "Are you going to rip these off too?"

"Not yet," Loki promised with a wink. "I have so many plans for you tonight, pet." He tapped your clit through your panties. "These will come apart later."

You wanted to make a sassy retort, one that would have him glaring at you for your insolence, but everything was cut to a whining plea as Loki pressed his fingers harder against your clit and swiveled it in a tight circle.

"Master, please..." you begged, breathing so hard your dress began sliding down your chest, threatening to expose your breasts. "Please...please, touch me, please..."

"Oh, I love how you beg, pet," Loki whispered as he pressed a kiss to your waist. He lowered himself so his face hovered over your pussy. His fingers continued to circle you, teasing you. His eyes never left your face, obsessed with the way you panted for him. "It was that very begging that had me fisting my cock every night in those damned royal tents. I wanted you so badly, wanted this so badly. Your body, your begging, your cunt. I wanted to sink myself inside of you so badly, I nearly transported myself here in the middle of the night just to fuck you."

"They would know," you said, looking down at him. Your eyes were wide and hazy, breasts almost falling from your dress. "The ladies, they checked on me. Made sure I was pure."

Loki laughed as he pressed two fingers against your covered clit. You gasped and nearly shot off the bed, relieved to finally - finally - be touched after so long.

"I am sure they did, pet, but you are anything but pure," Loki said. He drew his fingers in lazy circles over your clit. "They would not know. My plan was to come to you, shove those silly lace panties you wear into your mouth and then shove my hand over it. I'd fuck you so hard but so swiftly. You wouldn't be able to make a noise. You'd be so consumed by how good I fucked you, by how full you felt, you wouldn't even remember how to make a noise."

"Is that how you're going to fuck me now, Master?" you asked with bated breath, hands gripping the sheets. Loki shook his head as he pushed aside your delicate panties.

"No," he stated. "I'm going to make you scream loud enough for the entire palace to know how good your Master fucks you."

With that, Loki slid two fingers inside of you, and conversation was over on your part. Your head fell back onto the bed as Loki fucked his fingers into you quickly and swiftly. He lifted himself above you, curling his fingers inside of you with precision and detail. He knew you, he knew you too well. Loki spread his fingers, certainly ensuring you were prepared enough to take his cock.

"Master! Master, oh...oh..." you gasped and writhed, bucking down on Loki's hand. He kissed your neck, biting the skin as his fingers pounded into you.

"That's right, pet. I am your Master. Your god, your husband, your Master. I am your Master and you will obey me. You will do as I command," he growled. He lifted his head and looked down at you as he added a third finger. There was a darkness swirling in his eyes that you knew could not be tamed anymore. He was gone, fully taken over by his dominance. You ached for him to wash over you, submerging you in submission. "And right now, I command you to spread your legs like a good little girl."

You did. Instantly.

You spread your legs so wide that they slid through the shredded sides of your dress. Loki hummed in approval, but slid his fingers out of you. Parting your lips, you intended to protest, but Loki quickly shoved his fingers between your lips.

"Suck," he demanded. You suctioned your lips around his fingers and sucked them clean. You gave him the most sultry look you could manage as you bobbed your head along him. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, savoring the tingle of your arousal on your tastebuds. Loki watched you with hooded eyes, pushing his fingers in as deep as he could. You gagged, but persisted, sucking him with heat and desire. Once his fingers were deemed sufficiently clean, Loki slid them from your mouth. He grinned down at you and winked. "Such a good girl. Now, time for your reward."

You beamed and squeezed his leg. "Thank you, Master."

Loki pinched your chin before sliding down. He pushed aside the shreds of your dress before burying his head between your legs. Sliding your panties aside, Loki pressed a chaste, teasing kiss to your clit.

"Master...oh, please...please don't tease me," you begged, your hands flying to his hair to hold him close to your cunt. "Please, Master, I've missed you so much. I've missed your touch. Please...please...I'll be good. I swear, I'll be good for you, Master."

You begged him with your eyes, pleading for more, for whatever he could give you beyond this teasing touch. Loki looked at you with such awe and pride. He turned his head and nipped the tender spot on your inner thigh before diving into your cunt.

"Oh, yes!" you shouted to the high, marble ceilings. You pulled at Loki's hair as he devoured you, his tongue swirling and scooping against every sensitive inch of you. His hands - large, rough, focused - held your thighs apart as he licked at you. His nails bit your skin, leaving crescents embedded into your flesh that would remain like little galaxies and constellations for the rest of the evening.

"Louder, pet. Let everyone know who owns this body," Loki groaned, face still smothered between your legs. His tongue did wicked things to you, things that pleasured you so blindingly. He was the God of Sex, and he proved it with every lick and flick of his tongue and shift and slide of his mouth.

After circling your clit, his tongue slid to your hole, slightly stretched from his fingers. With a sharp look up at you, Loki let his tongue slide inside of you, tasting your velvet walls.

"Master! Loki...oh, Loki, more...more, please," you begged, pulling his dark hair. Loki moaned as you tugged at his roots - something that set him off more than anything - and the sound vibrated through your core. You scratched at his head, your legs tightening around his body as they quivered violently. You could feel your orgasm cresting, creeping up on you like a wave in the ocean that was ready to crash down and consume you.

Loki noticed, and did not approve.

He pulled back, face slick with your arousal and hair fussed from your grabbing. He clicked his tongue and gave you a stern look. "Not yet, pet."

Your breathing was heavy as you gave him an incredulous look.

"Are you seriously going to deny me an orgasm on our wedding night?" you asked, biting back a shocked laugh. Loki rolled his eyes and leaned over you, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"You dare question me?" he murmured, his gaze sinking into yours. "The first time you are to cum tonight is when my cock is buried deep inside of you, pet. You promised you would be my good girl, did you not?"

You bit your lip and nodded as best as you could with his hand stretched over your throat. "Yes, Master."

"Very good," he said, and as he said it, his fingers slipped back inside of you. "You are my wife, my goddess, my pet, and I will always take care of you. You know this, so do not fight me when I play with your body."

"Yes, Master," you whispered, a tear running down your cheek as his fingers massaged the most sensitive spot inside of you. It had your orgasm crashing back towards the forefront of your body, desperate to be released. Your entire body was shaking as he fingered you. Of course, Loki took note, and slowed the movement of his fingers.

"Color, my love?" he whispered, in a voice so unlike what he had been speaking with just seconds prior.

"Green," you assured him. "As green as I can possibly be."

"Good," he said, kissing your forehead. When he pulled back, the mask of dominance returned as he removed his fingers from you. He waved his hand, and a shimmer of gold and green swirled around him. His cape melted away, as did the heavier plates of his armor. He was still clothed, but it was more intimate, more soft clothes that wouldn't bang and bruise your skin.

You knew what this meant. He was ready to take you.

You tangled one hand in his hair as he reached into his trousers and pulled out his cock. Loki ran a hand over himself and you stared down at him, licking your lips. The weight of him on your tongue, the taste of him in your mouth, you craved it so desperately. His fingers caught your chin and tipped your head back to look at him.

"Later, little one. I find I'm too desperate to fuck you for any more delays," Loki said, and you noted a strain in his voice. One that proved his words. He needed to fuck you, was desperate to bury himself inside of you. Your pussy grew even more damp at that. You tightened your grip in his hair.

"Then fuck me, Loki. My body is yours to use as you please." You pushed your body forward, running your lips along his jaw and up to his ear. "I am your pet, and I live to please you. Fuck me, Master. Show this entire realm who I belong to."

Loki shuddered, then slammed his lips to yours. He kissed you deeply, passionately, before pushing you down onto the bed. His hand landed beside your head, caging you against him.

"Look at me as I sink my cock inside of you," he commanded. "Look at your husband."

Your eyes were locked with his long before he spoke, but you continued to stare at him with adoration and excitement. Loki positioned himself between your legs, fisting his cock teasingly - both for himself and you. He pushed your legs open slightly wider before he ran the tip of his cock around your cunt.

"Please..." It was barely a whisper, but it was full of such want. Loki simply smirked as he began to bury himself inside of you. You gasped and your back arched, pressing your body against his as he sank into you. Finally, you felt full again, whole again. You gripped Loki tightly, panting as he settled deep in your cunt. His pupils were so dilated that only a slim ring of green circled them. Based on the way one of his hands dug into the sheets and the other held your leg, you were sure he was feeling the sweet relief of your union just as intensely as you.

"So tight," Loki grumbled. "Always so fucking tight for me. Gods, I've missed this sweet cunt." With that, Loki pulled himself nearly all the way out before slamming back in, sending sparks and chills and heat up your spine all at once. Loki tossed his head back, his creamy neck bared before you. "Fuck, pet, oh, you are divine."

"Master, more...harder, please," you moaned, running your hands along him as he began to fuck you just as he promised. His hips fell against yours in deep, repetitive sweeps. You whimpered, tugging at his clothing. "Off, Loki. Take this off."

"Needy thing," Loki snickered before waving a hand and letting his clothing melt away. He lowered himself over you, still fucking you as he let you pet and dote on him. Your hands traveled around his strong biceps, thick pectorals and over the endless sharp planes of his back. A wave of possessiveness washed over you as you dragged your nails down his spine.

"Mine," you whispered, wrapping your legs around Loki's waist. "You're mine."

Loki's cock twitched inside of you as he drilled into you. He nosed at your pulse. "Yours, pet. I'm yours. And you are equally mine." Loki nipped at your ear and growled. "My dirty, wicked bride."

As if to emphasize his words, Loki began fucking you harder. He pulled himself up, wrapped a hand around your throat, and stared down at you as he pounded into you. He squeezed, restricting the airflow you could take in. You gasped, and the tightness felt incredible. With every squeeze of his hand, Loki thrust into you. It was rhythmatic and patterned, and so intense that you began seeing stars. Tears welled in your eyes and spilled over onto your cheeks as Loki drilled into you.

"Gorgeous. My sweet little pet, squirming on her Master's cock. This is what I've been aching for," Loki growled. His eyes flickered down to your chest where your pendant bounced along your chest and your breasts threatened to spill from your dress. Nostrils flaring, Loki ripped the bodice of your dress, letting your breasts fall out. He fucked you harder upon seeing them. "Fuck, that's it, my good girl. Show me everything."

"Yes, Master!" you cried out, pushing your breasts towards him. Loki hissed and groped your breast, his fingers teasing at your nipple. He pulled and plucked at them, discoloring them from the constant attention.

"You are such a perfect sight right now. I think you should see for yourself." Loki pulled his cock out of you. Whining in protest, you clammored back to him, kneeling before him and wrapping one arm around his shoulders. The other immediately fell to his cock, pumping him as you stared at him with doe-eyes.

"Don't stop," you begged, leaning in to kiss and mark up his neck. "I'm so empty without you, Master. Please, take me. I need you."

Loki moaned, his head rolling back and his hips bucking against your touch. You scratched down his chest, pumping him faster. He blinked, shook his head, and pushed you back down onto the bed. He flipped you onto your hands and knees and spanked you through the slits of your dress. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking up at him.

"Be a good girl, or you won't get to cum at all tonight," Loki threatened. You nodded and he released your hair, mounting you once again. From behind, he fucked you harder, his body positioned over yours in such a way to deliver perfect leverage and strength. His hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise, even through the dress. "Is this what you wanted, pet? To be used and fucked and destroyed by your Master, your god, your husband?"

"Yes!" you shouted, moaning so loudly that it echoed through the room. "Thank you, Master!"

One of Loki's hands left your hip briefly and when it returned, it tapped your hip bone. Loki leaned over you and took your hair in his grip once again. You gasped at what was in front of you.

Loki had made a large, golden-rimmed mirror appear. In it, you watched as he fucked you from behind. He was beautiful, ethereal, but he wasn't intending for you to watch him.

"Look at yourself, pet. Look at what a filthy bride you are," he teased. You looked at yourself and your jaw dropped.

Your hair, once elegant and pristine, was a nest. It was pulled and plucked from its perfect style, landing wherever and however it pleased. Your face was a mess of makeup - mascara running from your eyes, blush blotched over your cheeks and light lipstick smudging along your mouth. Your dress was ripped, breasts hanging out and bouncing with every thrust of Loki's hips. The skirt of your dress was truly in shreds, hanging onto the bed in little strips of shimmering fabric.

"My innocent, pure bride has become a dirty, wrecked slut," Loki moaned into your ear, staring at your reflection intently. "What would the realm think if they saw you? Their golden girl, their precious princess, their gorgeous goddess begging for her Master's cock, drunk on sex, soaking wet like a common whore." Loki thrust deeper, harder. "I love seeing you like this. My good girl, my obedient pet." Loki was groaning, his movements growing slightly sloppy. You pushed back against him, gripping the sheets tightly and lifting your ass into his thrusts. "Fuck, I'm going to cum inside of you. Do you want that, pet? Do you want to be used as my little cumslut?"

"Yes, Master! Yes, Master! Yes, yes, yes!" you chanted, eyes never leaving the dual reflection. Loki smirked and tugged your hair, the pain sending streaks of pleasure through you.

"We're going to cum at the same time, understand, pet?" Loki panted, sweat brewing on his dark brow. It wouldn't take long for you to cum, it had been building and budding this entire evening. Just the mention of an orgasm had it tingling inside of you. You nodded and Loki purred. "That's my good girl. Such a good, good girl for your Master."

The praise made your toes buzz and your heart flutter. Loki bit his lip as one hand held your hip while he fired his cock into you. His other hand flew from your hair to beneath the shreds of your dress and rubbed your clit. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head. He was playing you like an instrument and you were making music. Loki grunted and groaned, his hips stuttering as his nostrils flared.

"I'm going to fill you up, pet. You're mine. You will always be mine. Fuck...fuck..." It only took a few thrusts before Loki shoved his cock deep inside of you and came. The second you felt his warmth flood through you, you came as well. Your release hit you with such power that you gasped for air, collapsing to the bed and quivering on Loki's cock. He continued to pump ropes of cum inside of you - something that had become a regular occurrence since you became his mated goddess. His cum leaked from you, despite his cock serving as a plug. Loki leaned over you and ran his hands along your body. "Such a good girl. So good for your Master."

After a few moments, Loki finally stopped cumming. You felt it seeping down your thighs and into your dress. Loki flipped you over and pulled you against his body, holding you close. He kissed all over you, hugging you and keeping your body warm with his own.

"Beautiful girl, you did so good. I love you so much. You're the love of my life, my wife," he cooed to you, helping you through the intensity of your orgasm. No matter how many times you two were intimate, you would always feel these rough, powerful aftershocks. Loki always knew how to get you through it quickly and easily. You nuzzled into his bare chest, kissing over him as he stroked a hand over your messy hair. "My sweet Goddess of Trust, thank you for trusting me to be your Master, your lover, your husband."

"My husband," you repeated, the words sounding both foreign and familiar on your tongue. You laid like that for several minutes, calming down from your high. Once your trembles began to subside, you peered up at Loki through your clotted lashes. You smiled and squeezed his hip. "My husband."

"My wife," Loki beamed. "Are you well? Can I get you anything?"

You shook your head. "No, my love. I'm good. I-I'm great. You're my husband!"

"We have established this, pet," Loki laughed. He rested his head on a propped up hand, his bicep flexed beneath him. "I missed you."

Your eyes softened as you curled into him. "I missed you too. So much." You paused as you kissed over his heart. "How was the hunt? Did you slay a golden beast?"

"No."

You whipped your face up to look at him. "What? But isn't that bad luck?"

Loki scoffed and waved a hand aimlessly. "I do not agree with such traditions. Slaying an innocent creature for the sake of a fertile marriage. As if we'll have a problem with that."

"That's true," you murmured with amusement. "But...then what were you doing out there? Pretending to hunt?"

"Oh no, pet. I was hunting for something. A golden creature of a different sort." Loki helped you sit up, and while the soreness was already setting in, you sat with him. Loki held your hands out and cupped the back of your hands with his palm. His eyes began to glow green as you felt his magic swell between you. "There was a legend many years ago that there was a golden rose that appeared on Asgard every 5,000 years. It had no known location, but it would appear where necessary. This rose was to be the most beautiful flower to ever grow, and anyone who could pluck it would be granted an immortal lifetime of blessings. No one was sure if this legend was true, for no one had seen it. But I knew, I felt in my heart, that this rose existed. So, Thor, Cooper and I went hunting for it. We searched day and night and finally, we found it."

Just then, the rose appeared floating between your hands. Its petals were huge and dripping with gold. There was a power that radiated from this flower, a power of kindness and bounty. It would not harm its owner. It would aid them, brighten them, surround them with care.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, reaching to touch the buttery petals. "Where did you find it?"

Loki looked at you and smiled. "In your temple."

You looked up at him with shock as he spun the flower so you could see every shimmery angle of it. "In my temple?"

"It was meant for you, my love. The golden creatures of Asgard...they know. They know when they are needed, truly needed. And the rose knew that the Goddess of Trust was to be wed and it wanted to give itself to you. That is why it manifested in your temple, and in your temple alone," Loki said proudly. "And now, I present to you the golden creature that I retrieved for you for our marriage - this rare, golden rose."

The rose disappeared and the second it was gone, you pounced on Loki and began kissing him everywhere. "It's perfect! It's perfect! I love it, I love you!"

"I love you too, pet. I love you so much," Loki said joyously, holding onto you with every bit of strength in his body. When you finally stopped kissing him, he cupped your cheek and smiled warmly. "I do. I meant it. Every vow. Every word. Every promise. I love you."

"I love you so much, Loki," you whispered, tears budding in your eyes again. You leaned in and kissed him, tenderly, softly, lovingly. You let every vow seep into that kiss once again, showing how much you loved the man in front of you. Loki matched the emotion, the passion, and when you two parted, you sighed happily. You ran your fingers along Loki's muscular arms. "I guess it's time to show face at the reception? Though I assume we'll be fixing the dress first."

Loki smirked, that wicked look masking his face once more. "Oh no, pet. I am not done with you just yet. We have a very long night ahead of us." He stood and pulled you from the bed. "The reception can wait. My desire for you cannot."

Secretly, you were thrilled at this admission. Yes, you were excited to party and celebrate with your friends and family and husband, but you were more excited to spend more time making love to Loki. With a sweet smile, you wrapped your arms around Loki.

"It seems we're on the same page then," you said.

"You wicked little thing." Loki grinned and lifted his chin. "First, what are your colors, pet?"

"Green, Master."

Loki's eyes darkened and his mischievous grin switched to one that was darker, teasing.

"Good. Then let us continue."

Notes:

The next part of your wedding night is coming soon!

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(This is all she has out for this book. Last Edited 9-8-2022)