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Forbidden

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Loki finds the reader with cursed erotic text in the middle of the night and is more than willing to guide her through it.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: forbidden books, “public” SMUT (sorta?), enchanted SMUT, choking, implied further smut

Word Count: 1240

Note: Nothing wrong ever came of a book, right? Tag lists and requests are open as always. Enjoy!

The book was just out of your reach. Your fingertips grazed the spine of the forbidden text you wanted. Or at least you hope it was. The library was dark and the minimal light from your candle wasn’t helping. It was just supposed to be a quick snatch and go. No matter your height, your goal was always going to be above your fingertips.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight.”

The cool, velvety voice made you snatch your hand away from the shelf and twist to get away. You ran into a tall, tone body clothed in the green and gold of the prince. He pinned one of your wrists to the shelf now pressed into your spine.

“Please, I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I wasn’t… please let me go.”

Loki took your candle and lifted it to look at the book. He chuckled. “This text is in the forbidden section for a reason. What makes you think you could handle such literature?” He cocked his head. “Perhaps you need some assistance, little one?” His long fingers grasped the book, plucking it from the shelf. He released you and place it in your hands. With a nod, he motioned for you to follow.

The library of Asgard was vast. Due to its size, there were various alcoves of study desks and others of reading couches. The was only one next to the forbidden archives. It was a small room with only one small desk and only one low couch barely big enough for two people. Still, this is where Loki led you. He tugged you to sit beside him and helped open the book over your knees.

It was beautiful. The gold illumination swirled and danced between figure painted into the pages. The figures intertwined with each other, moving in repetitive motions that made you blush.

“Is this what you seek?” Loki’s voice suddenly pulled you back into the room. He waited patiently.

“Yes. Thank you.”

He maintained an intense eye contact with you, before flicking his gaze to the book. You found yourself whimpering as he quickly removed your hand from the page. “Don’t touch the pages.” His own hand hovered over the book and glowed green. You saw tiny gold threads retreating back into the pictures. “People have lusted to death observing this text. You are too stunning to lose to such an end. No matter how pleasurable I’m sure it would be.”

Even with his warning, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Using a twinge of your own magic, you turned the page to a new set of illuminations more… inspiring than the first.

“Does it have to end in death?” you whispered. The small touch had ignited an ember of desire low in your stomach. “Surely two talented people such as ourselves could-“

“Are you trying to seduce me, little one?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the book or your own courage, but you moved closer and looked at him from under your eyelashes. “Perhaps. Am I succeeding?”

He smiled slow and deliberately. Taking your hand, he held it over one page, then did the same with his own. “As one. When I tell you to let go, do it.” After he knew you understood, he pressed your palms onto the pages.

Your head fell back as pleasure rushed through you. It was like sliding into a steaming bath so hot it cooled your skin. In your chest, your heart pumped faster and faster. Your thighs were pressed together under your dress, but that did nothing to relieve the pressure building. You were ready to give in when Loki called out to you.

“Let go!”

Unwillingly you took your hand off the page. Loki closed the cover and tossed it to the floor. Then he was on top of you, pinning you to the couch. His grip on your wrists burned with the same fire as the magic. Perhaps it was one and the same. You gasped as he kissed you deeply, ferociously, meeting him as best as you could. He gave a shudder of his own when you thrust your hips up into him.

With a shimmer of his green and your own magic, you were both bare before the other. The sight of him had you licking your lips. But that particular position had not been pictured. You would have to taste him later, given the chance. For now, you flushed as his gaze swept across your body. He growled and cupped his hand around your mound. Two fingers circled into your heat, making you arch off the couch. An intense fire glowed behind his irises as he wrought you to a frenzy. You clawed at his chest, creating thing red welts that had his chest heaving under your touch.

You were burning. A small drowned inner voice told you that if you didn’t come soon, you may not be able to recover. Loki’s face showed he understood the same situation.

His fingers pumped faster. You closed your eyes and gave a series of screams, each higher than the last. Then his thumb was at your clit, frizzing wildly. You gushed, cleansing your body of a wave of magic. Cumming eased the tension, but still, the ember of desire was there. And Loki had no such release.

Loki slotted himself between your legs, pushing them back roughly. Desperate. Still, he had the control to work into slowly, taking more pleasure from those first thrusts than if he had taken it all in one burst. Your walls fluttered around him, igniting the last of the magic. It rushed to the surface, threatening once again.

You moaned for him. “Please, Loki, move. I can’t wait-“

“Then don’t.”

He growled, taking for himself what he had already given to you. The couch scooted closer to the wall. Then it slammed into the wall, not nearly as loud as your cries. He was muttering under his breath with each thrust enchantments to keep the magic from overwhelming him. When his voice cracked, a hand gripped your throat. He chanted louder, loosening his grip. You gripped his wrist, keeping him on your throat, constricting your breathing so that the air could continue to shimmer.

Loki’s thrusts began to stutter. You pulled him closer, locking your ankles, clawing his back. He released your throat and sucked at your pulse point. Your toes curled and cramped, drawing him in. Finally, his body stilled. Your own body shuddered as his cum coated your walls.

Magic now spent, he fell back to lean against the wall. You remained where you were, focusing on breathing. Weakly, he raised his hand and hover it above your body, cleaning you and healing your bruises. You did the same, watching with a twinge of sadness as the welts faded away into the paleness of his skin.

You thought it was time to go.

Another moment later you were clothed. Loki followed suit but gently took your wrist. The One he had pinned ages ago to the shelf.

“Wait.”

You did.

He stood, worrying his lip before he tilted your face up. “Come. I have a similar personal text. One that I can use to pleasure you, all night without risking our lives. If you are able to walk, that is.”

“Are you?” you teased.

If the cost of a whole night with Loki was being able to walk now, you could run.

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I Am In Your Hands

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Paper cuts in the library inspire Loki to try something new with the Reader in the bedroom.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, knife play, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1360

Note: I have to admit I’ve never tried this, but after all the fics I read to write this I might have to. Please be safe and only do knife play with someone you absolutely trust. And unless you have magic, be sure to have a clean-up plan included in your aftercare. If you want to be included on any of my tag lists, just let me know. And my requests are always open. Enjoy!

“Ouch.” You sucked on your finger and glared at the offending page that had attacked you. It was a beautiful illuminated text, but apparently dangerous to read. You reached out for another bandage.

A cool hand wrapped around your wrist. It pulled your injury up to equally cool lips that placed a chaste kiss upon it.

“Are we enjoying our reading, love?” Loki sucked on your finger like you had and bandaged it for you.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “It’s interesting and valuable to my work. But I wasn’t expecting a battle.” Loki stood behind you and rubbed across your shoulders and around your neck. You leaned back into his touch. It was blissful, but you pushed him away with a sigh. “I am almost finished, darling.”

Loki chuckled in disbelief. “If you do not come to our chambers soon, I will be forced to come to carry you off. Either rescue yourself in time, or I will steal you away.” He pushed your hair to one side and kissed the juncture of your neck, warm and slow. “Do not keep me waiting.”

You did not. Final notes and tomorrow’s work laid out, you left the library and stopped just outside the bedchamber doors.

“Come in, Love.”

With a smile, you pushed open the doors. You paused, confused when you could not find Loki. The doors closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something sharp ran up your arm, then across your shoulder blades. It sliced through the back of your gown, which dropped to the floor with a whisper.

“Just say the word, Darling, and we can do something else.” Loki pressed into your back, trapping his length between you. He pulled his knife up your thigh, waiting for your answer. You replied by guiding him to run the knife up through the valley of your breasts. He growled and turned you around to take your breath away. He guided you back until your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He released your mouth and stared at your bruised lips. After nosing across your cheekbones, he gave you a gentle push so you fell back onto the bed.

“And what inspired this?” you asked.

“You had been cut so many times today already, I thought we could try making some more pleasurable ones.” Loki stepped to one side and ran the blade up the inside of your thigh. “They won’t stay.” He brought the blade to his own skin. It gave off a faint green hue from tip to pommel, proving its Seidr origin. He gave the blade enough pressure to break through his skin. It bled a few drops, then disappeared in a shimmer of green.

“I am in your hands.”

Loki licked his lips.

You let out a shuddered gasp as he twirled the point around your breasts. Over and under and up to go around your nipples. When he flattened the cold blade against them, they hardened. You fought against pressing your thighs together, though you failed to hide the roll of your hips. Loki moved to sit by your hip so he could lean over you.

“Do you like that pet?” Before you could reply, he brought the blade next to your face. You had to remain still. Loki smiled at your lack of action. He dragged the flat of it across your bottom lip. The sharp edges caught the light and made you shiver as he pulled it across your cheek until his thumb was on your chin. Dutifully, you opened your mouth, gently sucking on his thumb when it was offered. Loki’s length twitched in his lap, but he was being very patient.

Every nerve was on high alert. But your body could not tell the difference between the danger and your arousal. They danced like one and the same, making your blood burn cold.

Loki continued to play, searching for the places where you reacted the most. By the tilt of his head, you knew he had a plan. It was revealed to you when Loki suddenly shifted to position himself between your legs. He pulled you to the end of the bed so he could kneel comfortably on the mattress, while your legs would be spread wide and your feet barely touching the floor. He braced himself on either side of your hips, keeping the knife out of the way for now. With each tempting thrust, he coated his length in your ready slit. Then he worked into you inch by glorious inch. His eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his chest stuttered with a gentle heaving. When he had recovered, he gave you a sly dark smirk.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” He looked at the blade closely, then trailed it up your side where he knew you were ticklish. It gave you the strange sensation of wanting to shy away and lean in to feel more. As he pulled it across your abdomen, your walls contracted around his length and he gave a triumphant chuckle. “Just like that, love.” He lazily twirled the tip around your nipple again, shuddering as your body reacted. “Just like that.”

He knew you. Knew every spot where he could kiss to make you moan. Grasp and bruise you to make you arch into his touch. Where to blow cool air against your skin to make you shiver. He visited those points now with the knife. Shadowing over them until you whined for the touch of metal. Bearing down on them just above breaking your skin. Before long, you had thin red welts similar to the ones he would give you with his fingernails. But these felt different. More aflame.

You could barely see straight. Release was just out of reach. Your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; so was Loki’s. He held onto his composure, which left you more room to lose your mind in the pleasure. At one point he had pinned you to the bed, preventing you from moving towards the blade. That hand now pulled you up so he could kiss you. You scratched your nails down his back, leaving your own marks. Loki returned the favor by pulling the knife over your spine. Your body arched into his.

“Please, Loki,” you whispered.

“What do you desire, Y/N? You can come any time you like.” He leaned your head one way so he could suck on the juncture of your neck.

“Cut me.”

“What was that?” he hummed.

You whimpered. “Cut me, Loki,” you begged. “Anywhere.”

He pushed you back onto the sheets and stared at your body. His eyes raked over the work he had already done as if he was looking for a blank space on a painter’s canvas. He found what he was looking for.

You tilted your head back as the knife grazed across your collarbones. It trailed up and circled your neck as if tracing a tight necklace. When it reached the mark Loki had sucked, he gave you one last look of askance. Your voice was broken and strung out.

“Yes.”

He nicked your skin. There was a slight sting that made you grimace, but it made your heart thunder in our chest. Loki watched your eyes close and your hands fist in the sheets. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your wound, sucking on it.

That was enough.

You screamed. Loki held you close while you shivered through the aftershocks, letting you rock your hips. You finally stilled, panting. When you opened your eyes, Loki was beaming down at you.

“Stunning.”

Still, your skin felt like it was on fire. You rocked your hips up, confused when Loki pressed his hand to your stomach to stop you. “But you haven’t come yet, my king.” You squealed as he flipped you to sit on top of him. He guided your hands to his chest and a wave of green passed like a warm wave over your body, healing your lesions. He relaxed further into the bed. His knife disappeared. Another one showed up between your hands on his chest.

“I am in your hands.”

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Yuletide Mischief

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At the Yule banquet, the reader wears a revealing dress that inspires Loki to ensure she remembers who she is married to.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: teasing, use of magic, bondage (kinda), teasing/SMUT in public, food mention

Word Count: 1540

Note: Felt like writing something naughty for the winter break. Please let me know if you enjoyed it likes, comments, and reblogs. (Comments and additions on reblogs make me giggly.) My tag lists and requests are open. Please enjoy!  

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With a twirl, you admired your gown and figure in the mirror. Loki was already present at the Yule banquet. Frigga had requested his assistance with some Seidr decorations. For all his sly pride and tricks, Loki loved this time of year. Outside may be blue and white with cold, but inside everything was decorated in his and his brother’s colors of green and red. He smiled more around Yuletime as well. More accepted. More at home than any other time of the year.

You spun again with a giggle. The dress was a special commission for you as an early Yule gift for Loki. The neckline put the swell of your breasts on full display, though modestly covered with a sheer layer of golden lace. Not that it would save you from blushing. Gold ribbons crisscrossed the shimmery green fabric. If the firelight hit it just right, observers would be able to see your family color of blue in the swells and crests as you moved. But it was mostly green and gold to match your husband’s motley. The special addition, though, was the slit on one side running up from the hem to your upper thigh. You used your Seidr to decorate your thigh with henna-like designs hiding symbols used only between you and Loki. Ones that would make him jealous, and also possessively aroused.

A young maid knocked on your chamber door announcing the beginning of the pre-banquet festivities.

You left her to surprise Loki.

The banquet hall’s twin was covered in glittering adornments from floor to ceiling. Streamers and winter flowers framed Frigga and Loki’s moving portraits of Yule’s past. For all of the ornamentation, the members of the court twittered and filled the hall with beautiful song. Many forwent their usual colors. Instead, green and red were the colors of the evening. Finding Loki would be difficult. More difficult than you imagined. As others danced in the center, you were floated from portrait to portrait as various courtiers cooed of Loki’s skill, praising you for calming his tricks to just a few pranks over the year.

Another hand clasped you and pulled you away from a group. “Have you been looking for me?” Loki’s voice eased you to melt in his arms as he swept you away for a dance.

“Yes, darling. Awe-struck nobility kept me from my task though.” You looked around again as he twirled you. “The hall is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’m glad the muse is impressed.” Loki frowned, eyeing the slit in your dress as you stepped forward with the dance. “And what is this?”

“It’s your Yule present. Well, one of them. Do you like it?”

“In a sort. Though why you chose to gift it to the court as well is beyond me.” Loki’s eyes glittered as the music came to an end. “What are you playing at, Y/N? You know you will not be able to out-mischief me.”

Your reply was interrupted by a chorus of bells that drew everyone’s attention to the doors to the banquet hall. Before the last tone faded away, they swung open to reveal the table long enough to seat the whole court. Loki frowned at you and led you to your seat. He pushed in your chair next Frigga on Odin’s right, then sat across from you next to Thor. Through Odin’s Yule speech, Loki kept his eyes locked with you, making you shiver under his gaze.

As the feat began, Loki hovered various foods to your plate. He seared runes onto meat, cut it into vegetables, and let you the message that this dinner would not pass without some revenge. You prepared yourself to see what else he would say, through runes or out loud, that he knew would make you blush.

But he said nothing.

He hadn’t broken gaze during the speech. Now he barely looked at you, leaving you to debate magical practices with Frigga. Thor noticed and occasionally looked at you as the banquet progressed. As the time slugged by, and the runes faded from your food, unease like waiting for the first horn of battle settled into your stomach. As more time passed, you wondered if you read the runes wrong and that they said the night would not pass instead of the dinner.

Then you felt a chill creep up your exposed thigh.

Your eyes went wide, but you quickly blinked them to normal to not draw attention to yourself. It circled down to your ankle and pulled it against the chair leg. Something like metal clasped shut. Now you wouldn’t be able to press your thighs together without turning awkwardly from Frigga. The chill warmed the longer it was in contact with your skin. It crept up your thigh, circling and squeezing. Your breath came out in short gasps, though you were able to keep your chest from heaving.

“Y/N, are you alright? You look a little flush.” Frigga’s voice brought you back to focus.

“Yes. It’s wonderfully warm in here. Is it just from the fire, or did you finally get the circulation spell working?”

Frigga branched off into detail, but you were only half listening. The warm tendril had worked its way up to the top band of your panties. You waited with baited breath for it to work under the band. Loki’s eyes caught yours and for a split second you feared he would hold you on edge for the whole evening. He grinned in triumph as your fork fell from your hand. The warmth covered your whole sex, though a tendril worked on your clit. It split into two and the second began to tease its way into you. You gripped the edge of your chair in an effort to keep a placid face. If you were failing, nobody made mention.

Loki winked.

The tendrils took turns vibrating against you. Alternating and ever-changing patterns brought you quickly to the brink. But he kept you on the edge. Loki avoided the areas he knew you were sensitive at. He hit just next to them. Acknowledging them made them more desperate. You fought bucking in your chair for relief. The series of toasts were coming up, and you had an inkling you knew which one he was aiming you make you cum on.

Odin stood and raised his glass. The assembly remained sitting but raised their glasses. “To victories that we have won in this year, and to the brave warriors that brought them, we salute you!” The assembly echoed his last phrase and drank.

The tendril on your clit stopped moving but did not move away. The second moved slowly in a delicious drag.

“To the peace we have found, and to the bountiful harvest that feeds Asgard and her neighbors, we drink and feast to make room for more.”

The second tendril began to move faster. The first began light taps on your clit, jolting you in your chair.

Thor stood with his goblet. “And to the king, father to all: Odin. May the next one thousand years be as prosperous as the first.

You almost choked drinking the toast as Loki’s magic took over your senses. Goosebumps broke out over your body and you quaked in your chair. A mist settled over your eyes. The haze tunneled your sight to the god across the table. Blood pounded in your ears. You could hear how ragged your breath was, like waves before a storm.

Still, the tendrils continued to work you higher into bliss. The one on your clit took up its earlier pattern, though faster and more focused. The second split into several inside you so as to reach every sensitive point at once.

Your usual shout of ecstasy fell out as a whimper, unheard in the din of applause for the toasts. Loki smiled in triumph and lifted his glass towards you. As he drank, the magic fell from your body, and your ankle was released. Your head lolled to one side as you fought to keep your posture.

Frigga’s voice brought you to attention. “Are you alright, dear? Your flush is deeper than before.”

“Yes, my queen,” you nearly croaked. “I think the Yule ale has rushed to my head. I might retire before the closing dances, by your leave.”

“Of course; rest well. I will see you again tomorrow.”

It took the rest of the banquet for you to ease your breathing back into its usual pattern. By then, Loki was again avoiding your gaze. Finally, Odin announced the final revelry. Loki took the chance to leave with you by a side door.

“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” You hummed positively. He looped his arm in yours so you could lean your head on his shoulder. Loki paused outside of your shared chambers. “You said earlier that this gown was only one of my Yule presents. What are the others?”

A thrill ran through you. The night still had room for more mischief. “You have to unwrap the first gift to get to the others.” You tugged on the sheer lace of your bodice, revealing just a thin ribbon of the lace garments underneath the gown.

Loki licked his lips and quickly led you inside.

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