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“Are you aware of your stunning beauty, my dear Lady [___]?”
You and Loki sneaked out of your chambers in the midst of the night and met up at the royal garden, as you did many times before. For hours and hours the two of you would kill some time through talking about simply anything that crossed your mind, escaping your dull lifes and social regulations for a brief moment. But today was different somehow. He was different.
“Stop joking around” you giggled, nervously playing with your hair. No matter what kind of compliment Loki directed towards you, you just couldn’t take it seriously. He was the God of Mischief after all, and not even you were safe from his pranks. Especially the ones he did with his words. And even after so many years, you’d still believe in his good will.
Oh, if only you knew how nervous that poor boy was on the inside. His heart was racing at a pace he never thought possible as he ‘accidentally’ touched your hand, which rested on the railway - but you flinched and pulled it away. Damn.
“I mean it, [___]. You are possessing the most bewitching beauty I ever had the fortune to lay eyes upon.”
You felt how your face flushed with blood, and began to panick. Did he see? How pink did your cheeks turn right now? Stay calm, [___]!
Sigh. How could his words affect you this much, even though you knew they were truly empty? You had to wonder just how many young women he managed to have his ways with by simply using his silver tongue the best way he knew how: Telling lies. Captivating ones at that. Just yesterday you saw him wander through the palace with a beautiful young woman clinging to his arm, laughing loudly at every story he tells.
It was not that you didn’t like him. That really wasn’t the case. Quite the opposite, actually. But he was just…beyond your reach. Truly a wonderful friend, and he sure can be way more than just a trickster: A companion, in battle as way as the arts. Profound, wise, and kind even. You really adored everything about him, even his mischievous side. Yet having him as a partner?
Impossible. Unrealistic. Those words echoed in your head and you tried to shake them off.
“You sure know how to use your words” you murmured in a sarcastic manner. “Just how many women were you able to lure into your bedroom like that?”
Loki furrowed his brows. Did you really think this low of him? Not that he wasn’t used to people having a bad opinion of him - but you too, of all people? He cleared his throat and tried to defend himself, but he started stuttering really awkwardly, finding himself at loss for words.
“N-none!” was the only thing he managed to get out.
How did you even dare to ask the prince of Asgard a question this private? That was none of your business in the first place. If anything, you should be glad if your best friend got lucky pretty often, right?
“Ah, forget it” you laughed, “That was a joke, just a joke!”
Loki laughed hesistantly, slowly strolling a bit closer to you, until he stood right in front of you. The tall man gently got a strand of hair out of your face and gave you his most handsome smile, as he admired how your soft skin was shining in the moonlight.
“No, I really mean it! You might think that - as a prince - I am popular with the opposite sex, but…well, I’m always standing in the shadow of my brother, you might say. The only time women would approach someone like me was because they want to get close to my brother.”
You couldn’t really believe what he said. Of course, his reputation wasn’t the best, but everyone who got to know him a little better would know what a wonderful person hides behind his facade. And he was of royal blood, after all. Quite reserved, shy even. Incredibly good looking. You could go on forever telling about his positive traits…
As he saw the pitying look on your face, he felt his pride being in danger. “Not that I care about such sentiments, really” he added quickly, trying to avoid your gaze. You always had a feeling he was pretty insecure deep inside, but even after all of those years, it was hard to read his true intentions.
He seemed to be debating something mentally before glaring back at you, his eyes glimmering in resolve. When he didn’t take away his hand, but instead placed it onto your cheek, you felt your chest burn in anticipation. “Loki…What are you doing?”
“Something I should’ve been doing a whole lot earlier” he hummed softly, his lips now but an inch away from yours - but you turned your head around.
“I-I’m sorry” you muttered, your head now brightly red. “B-but I cannot do this.”
Hearing your words made him clench his fists. Did he say too much? He finally got the courage to confess to you, and now you’d turn him down? Actually, he had always been an expert of human nature. Did he really read your signs wrong, all along?
“May I ask what’s holding you back?” he whispered as he took a few steps back.
“It’s just…” you bit your lip before you kept on talking, feverishly searching for a lie. “I…I’ve sworn myself to only kiss someone I really love.” It wasn’t a lie though, you really did. And you really, truly loved Loki. But love and trust are something completely different.
“Oh.”
Your words made his heart split in half. How could he be so stupid, so overly confident as to allow himself to dream about a future with the most wonderful angel he’s ever been with? The only person he ever considered himself being close to?
“Loki, why are you shaking?” you tried to reach out your hand for him, but he backed off.
“Forgive me, Lady [___]. I-I never intentioned to make you uncomfortable!”
Like that, he disappeared. And you were all alone.
____
When you awoke in your bed the next morning, a pleasant smell filled your nose.
“Who’s there?” Your question echoed through your bedroom, but there was no answer. Instead, you saw a plate with your favourite food carefully placed next to you on the bed. On your nightstand, a bonquet of your most favourite flowers - and a letter.
“My dearest [___],
Please believe me, I am still terribly sorry for harassing you that last night. There’s no way to undo my crime, but please let me try to make up for it.
I know I am not very well with expressing my feelings, but it would be devastating for me to lose the most important person in my life.
PS: The food isn’t poisoned. Don’t you dare accuse me of something!
Always yours,
Loki.”
Instead of allowing yourself to be happy about Loki’s sweet gesture, you could only think about how you made him think that he had done something bad, and against your will. Poor Loki…
Little did you know Loki concealed his presence the night before, to assure himself that you would get home safe. It’s probably better that way, otherwise you’d only feel even worse about your behaviour.
You let yourself fall backwards on your bed, staring to the ceiling as you munched some of Loki’s selfmade food.
“Delicious…I should thank him.”
_______
After taking a relaxing bath and letting the sorrows of last night wash away with the water, you quickly got dressed, determined to talk to Loki. Wandering through the great, golden hallways until you finally reached the library, you took a deep breath before pushing the doors open. It was pretty safe to assume him to be there - you just knew him.
And there he was, sitting in a heavy armchair, buried in a book. You smirked widely at this wholesome sight, tiptoeing your way towards him and covering his eyes with your hands.
“[___]? What are you doing here?”
You crossed your arms in front of your chest and sulked. “You’re no fun, Loki.”
“No one can sneak up to me” he declared as he put the book aside and stood up to face you. The bright smile you were giving him made him hope that you had forgiven him his mistake.
“[___], about yesterday-”
You placed your index finger in his lips, causing him to blush ever so slightly. “Let’s forget about that. I’m not angry, Loki!”
Forget about him almost confessing his feelings? He bit the inside of his cheek, wanting to hug you because he was glad he didn’t lose you - but on the other hand he feared to push you away once again if he oversteps his boundaries.
“No, [___]. I really want to make up for trying to soil such a beautiful flower.”
“Why are you still calling me that wa?” you suspectingly rose an eyebrow.
Loki sighed. He could very well understand if you have no interest in someone like him. But is he not even allowed to compliment you anymore?
“Because it’s the truth. Don’t think I’d dare to make jokes about someone this important to me!”
You plainly began to snicker, starting to poke his forehead. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever” you blurted out as you tried to get some distance, and lock your feelings away in the deepest abyss of your mind, trying to act like his words don’t affect you at all.
“Well then: I’d still love to spend the day with you, if possible” he murmured quietly, looking to the ground as he picked on his left hand.
“Of course, my prince” you cheered as you took his hand and carelessly pulled him outside of the room. “It is such a beautiful day. What do you want to do?”
“Conquer you” was his first thought. Oh, he knows he isn’t exactly what you’d call romantic. Yet he’d try to be the best version of himself - to prove that he’s worthy of gaining your love.
“I have some ideas, actually.”
______
Wow. This was probably the best day you ever had in your whole life.
Loki had always been fun to be around, but who knew that he could also be so sweet and caring if he wants to be? Okay, he’s actually always been around you, especially when you were alone. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you felt like he tried to change himself. What for, you asked yourself. But it didn’t matter right now. You always loved Loki just the way he was.
He had planned many activities he knew were fun to you, and took you to your favourite places in Asgard. This whole time, he’d shower you in lovely words and make you feel like a Queen. One or two times, you just got so carried away by your happiness that you even gave him a kiss on the cheek or some surprise hugs because you were so thankful. It really felt like you were a couple this whole time. With him, you felt so safe, so happy, so appreciated. At home.
As you stepped into your room, you saw something green lying on your bed. You let out an amused huff as you saw that it was indeed a dress that was to your taste, and a note that said:
“I am still not done apologizing, my love. Let’s meet up for dinner at 8 o’clock, shall we? If you feel like it, meet me at the lake outside of the palace.”
“That idiot” you thought as you absentmindedly put on the dress and viewed yourself in front of the mirror. It fit perfect, as if it had been made just for you. “Well, maybe it’s okay to feel like his girlfriend just this one evening…”
Loki already sat on a blanket at the riverside, lighting some candles when he heared you spat “So I’m wearing a fancy dress for a picknick?”
He let out a small and timid laugh as he turned around, but the view almost knocked him down. You were so incredible beautiful - there were simply no words.
You sat down next to him with a wide smile on your face as he handed you a glass of wine. “Do you want to make me drunk?” you bellowed in laughter. Why do you always feel the need to make stupid jokes in front of him? You never wanted to insult him, but you just couldn’t help it, it was to cope with your nervousness…
“I would never-”
“Calm down, sweetheart” you said before you even realized that you never called him that way before. Flattered, Loki acted like he was searching for something in the basket he brought with him. “Uh…do you want something to eat?”
“No, I’d just like to watch the stars with you” you said as you emptied the glass and slipped closer to him, until your shoulders touched. Loki’s heart was beating wild, just by knowing you willingly got close to him.
“I-is it okay to put my arm around you?” he stuttered as he realized you were shaking a bit. As you looked up to him with an emotion in your eyes he couldn’t decipher, he added “I-it’s just that…y-you seem like you’re cold.”
“Just do it already” you said as you slid yourself under his arm, hugging his thorso. He smelled so nice all the time, and for some reason it was calming you down. You weren’t nervous at all suddenly - everything felt right. Like it should be that way. As if it should have been that way for a long time already.
“You’re comfy” you mumbled as your head slid on his lap, and you wondered why you’re feeling so tired all of sudden. Loki smiled at the endearing view and began to stroke your hair as you closed your eyes. He was just too temptating to hold back for too long. You wanted to be close to him for all those years now, it was too much to bear. Was it the wine? You’e only had one glass, though. But anyway, you let your true feelings slip through.
“Lokiii…” you said pleadingly as you stetched and sat up again. Maybe it was his intoxicating presence. His beauty, his smell, his touch that made you confess.
“What is it, kitten?” You hated that nickname, but somehow at this moment it didn’t bother you. He could call you what ever he wanted, actually.
“Do you know that I love you?”
Silence.
“O-of course, [___]” Loki answered after what seemed like an eternity. “You’re my best friend, and I love you too!”
“No! Not like that you blockhead!” you said as you sat onto his lap, to your pleasure feeling something hard pressing against your crotch. “What I’m trying to say is that I am in love with you, Loki of Asgard!”
You cupped his face with your hands as he stared at you with his mouth wide open in surprise. What did you just say? He began to tremble again, as he realized you weren’t fooling around. Your eyes told the whole story - the feeling that was always clearly open to him, but he didn’t realize until now. An emotion no one ever directed at him that way before - it was pure, true, unconditional love.
As you saw Loki’s eyes tearing up, you misunderstood and tried to explain yourself. “Don’t worry! I know you could never return those feelings to me, and you don’t have to!” You pressed your body against his and buried your face into his neck. “I just want to be yours, if only for one night! No obligations, I swear!”
Loki gulped. That was his only reaction as he still sat there, stock still as you were hugging him. He didn’t return your embrace however, and only tried to calm his breathing.
“Do you really think that badly of me, [___]?” he grumbled quietly, his voice being unusual grim.
“Huh?” you lifted your head and saw tears running down his cheek as he grabbed your shoulders.
“[___], I’d never use you for something like that! Don’t you know just how much I respect you?!” His voice sounded really desperate, and you still didn’t understand.
“I-I didn’t intend to hurt you, Loki…But why did you make those advances this whole time? Did is misunderstand?”
Loki let out a frustrated groan as he covered his face with his hands for a brief moment. “[___], I did say and do those things because I am also in love with you! Are you really that oblivious to how much you mean to me?”
At first, you found yourself tongue-tied. But then you just broke out in laughter as you embraced Loki once again. “We sure both are idiots, are we? How embarassing!” you cheered as you began to understand the meaning of his words.
“This is no laughing matter” he grumbled, but wrapped his arms around you, too. “I thought you despised me. Be disgusted, even.”
“What? Despise you? Oh, Loki! I never thought ill of you! It’s the complete opposite way” you snickered. “To me, you’ve always been the most perfect man! And I was afraid I’m not the only one to think that way. I simply wanted to protect myself from getting hurt when you’d find someone more worthy of your attention.”
“But you thought I’d be playing with you” he added, even though he was really flattered by your words. Yet knowing that you thought hurt you in any way was still burned into his head. “There’s no one more divine than you, [___].”
“I am terribly sorry, my love!” you said as you kissed his temple. “How can I make up for this?”
“…Kiss me.”
You smiled and pushed him down on his back. Crawling over his thorso until your face was above his, you began to smirk. “I have a much better idea…”
Softly placing your lips onto his, both of you sunk into this moment. Loki held you firmly into his arms, seeming as if he had no intention to ever let go of you again. The kiss was soft and tender, but also filled with the desire of both of you waiting for this moment for so painfully long.
Suddenly, Loki felt how you began to sneak your tongue into his mouth, and he happily went along with both of your tongues wrap around each other in a passionate dance.
You choked on a moan as you felt Loki’s lenght pressing against your clit. “Seems like you need me” you whispered happily as your lips parted, and you softy bit his ear. He let out a groan and pressed your hip against him to find some release, but you shook your head as you began to move down on him.
“Love, what are you doing?”
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago” you winked, your hands caressing the abs under his shirt. You opened his pants and smirked playfully as you revealed his erection, teasingly swirling your tongue around his tip, making him shiver before you take him into your mouth whole.
“[___]” he cried out your name in ecstasis, balling a fist in your hair as you began to move your head and tongue the way you felt was best. Every sound that left his lips only made you want to hear more, until Loki finally couldn’t take it any more. He thrusted into your mouth, mumbling a gritted “Sorry” before cumming down your throat.
You swallowed as good as you could, gasping for air as you sat up and being pleased by your work. Loki pulled you towards him again for another passionate kiss, before switching place with you. Just a snap of his fingers and both of you were completely naked, your burning skin touching his freezing one.
“I will treat you the way you deserve” he purred as he spread your legs, just a second before eagerly devouring you.
“Loki!” You screamed his name as if you needed him more than air, tightly grabbing the blanket underneath your body.
Your veins felt like they were burning, but it was a strangely pleasing sensation. A prickle that wandered through every nerve in your body, making you even more sensitive for every touch of his. Untangling his raven locks while he was tasting you, licking his lips at your wetness, you couldn’t surpress your moans anymore, only making Loki even more fired up.
He lifted your legs over his shoulders and onto his back, his tongue moving so fast around your weak spot that you couldn’t bear for much longer. When he carefully thrusted in one finger after another, widening your insides for what was awaiting you, you felt tears of joy running down your cheeks.
“Am I hurting you, love?” Loki said worringly, but you immediately answered with a cracked “D…don’t…s-stop…” as you began to move your hips against his fingers by yourself, massaging your breasts.
This sight was just too much for Loki, and the feeling of your cunt tightening around your fingers made him go wild. “Oh dear, you make me want to do way more impure things to you” he growled as he licked his fingers.
“Not yet” you whispered as you shoved away his hands, beginning to touch yourself and rubbing your clit right in front of his eyes.
“Is this punishment?” he panted as he kneeled down next to you, joining in pleasing himself to release this unbearable pressure.
You grimaced and let out a smug laugh. “Who knows?” you stated, beginning to moan even louder.
“Please, I can give you what you need, my dear” Loki begged as he stroked himself harder - but you ignored his pleading, bringing yourself to climax. Oh, Loki was furious about not being the one to finish you off, but your performance was just too erotic.
The moment you were done and collapsed on the ground again, trying to catch your breath, you were covered in Loki’s cum, licking some of it from your lips and continued to massage your sticky breasts.
“Stubborn girl” he grumbled as he kissed your skin, sucking on your nipples as he let his hand wander down your waist. “I want you to be mine and mine alone!”
“Make me” were the words that made a the spark in his eyes lighting into a flame once again.
“Are you sure you want to do this, love?” he said as his thumb rubbed small circles around your clit, making your hunger for him reappear.
“Y-yes” you stuttered, but he didn’t give in just yet, rather rubbing his member against you.
“Beg for it” he whispered, loving to see you being reduced to this hot, sticky mess.
“Loki, please! Please take me!” you screamed before wrapping your arms around his neck and starting to kiss him again.
Oh - he wanted to be gentle. He really did. But his mind went completely blank when he heared you say those words. You were fully at his mercy right now, and he was drowning in that special pleasure.
Entering you with just one thrust, you needed a moment to adjust to his lenght, scratching his back open without even noticing, as reaction to the joyful pain.
“Hel” he cursed “You feel so good, my love.”
Suddenly, the two of you got startled by the sound of passengers walking the nearby road - but Loki wouldn’t stop, rather cast a spell to make the two of you invisible. “No one will lay eyes upon this heavenly sight except for me” he whispered as he covered your mouth to dampen the escaping moans.
His thumb stroked your lips just before you started sucking on it. “You’re driving me crazy, my petal” he purred as he changed the angle, making it hard for you to stay as quiet as possible to not get noticed. After what felt like an eternity of self-control, they were finally gone.
Loki interwined his hands with yours, while you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to pushing into you deeper. “Look at me” you whispered as your foreheads touched, both of you blushing deeply. His thrusts get more intense as you weakly whispered “I love you!”
“Say it again” he moaned as he quickened his pace, kneading your beautiful breasts and enjoying how your face grimace with every move of his.
“I love you, Loki!” you cried out as you felt your orgasm build up, and Loki stimulated your clitoris to add to your pleasure,
“And I love you, dear! I love you so much!” Loki finally answered, filling you with his seed as your cunt tensed up for yet another climax. His tall body collapsed over you, and his breath cooled down your sweating neck.
When the fog in your mind disappeared and Loki still didn’t move, you started to regret your naive decision. The old questions were rushing through your head another time: Would the God of Lies even go so far as to fake his feelings just to bed you?
“You look pale, dear” Loki interrupted your thoughts, as he covered your bear body with his mantle. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I do” you answered him, looking into his eyes, who seemed to have lightened up in happiness. There’s no way this man could ever lie to you.
Loki spooned you from behind, placing kisses on your neck and gently massaging your back. “You have yet to notice just how glad I am to know you at my side” he cooed happily before pulling you close. “I could stay this way with you forever.”
“As could I” you chanted, before showing a shy chuckle. “Well, you finished inside of me, so…”
Already drifting away into sleep, Loki’s response was nothing but a quiet whisper - but you still heared it very clearly:
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I have never been sure about anything else in my existence: That I never want someone else to lie besides me for the rest of my life.”