You are the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki.

Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (Also angst, and flirty fluff). Dom!Loki. Captain kink. Spanking. Long fingers… long fic.

Word Count: 2700+ (Sorry, not sorry)

Note: Brace yourselves for Captain Pirate!Loki. (This took forever to write.) I left it kind of open ended… so let me know if I should have more installations. Comment. Reblog. Enjoy. The works.

You could see the harbor from your balcony. The sailors and merchants always looked like ants to you, and the ships looked like they could fit into a teacup. The inn you lived in, The Rogues’ Rest, could be seen from the shore as well, as told to you several times by patrons.

You weren’t allowed to go to the harbor. You liked to think it was because your father knew you’d escape if he gave you such a chance. The farthest you were permitted to go was the market, several streets from the sea. You rebelled by watching the sea from your balcony. Occasionally there was a battle; the heavy merchant ships easy targets for quick pirate vessels. None of the ants bellow ever stopped to watch. They didn’t know anybody on the ships. The town was more of a rest spot than a trade destination. The only time they ever stopped to look at any ship was if the masts had green flags waving at the top. Then the ants would walk faster, scurrying as fast as they could and slamming their doors shut.

Captain Loki.

The Winds of Mischief was probably the most feared ship in the seven seas, and with good reason. Stories of his takeovers were told in hushed tones, even when the men had drunk too much to really care about anything else. He was probably most famous for taking revenge on small towns who refused to give him hospitality, usually by attacking the town and pillaging any valuables. His crew was ruthless in battle, and the flaming cannon volleys were used to light an opponent’s sails on fire so they couldn’t use the wind to pursue the pirate ship.

But you liked to take all the stories with a grain of salt. Loki and his crew were men like any other, just a little more destructive perhaps. You never expected to even see the crew, much less the captain till today. Then you got both in one.

“Jane, what are you doing? Those men called for their drinks.”

“But the captain is Loki, ma’am,” she said, refusing to exit the kitchen.

“So I am aware. But he is a customer like anybody else.” Jane didn’t budge. “Fine. Then I’ll collect whatever tip they throw in.” You took the tray full of drinks from her and walked to the table. You handed Loki his first.

“Here you are Captain, best rum in the house.”

“Thank you, pet.”

He wasn’t anything you expected. To be honest, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but he wasn’t it. Most captains that came through the inn were aged with time and experience. Their faces were salt-marked and sunburned, and their crews were not much better off. Loki, on the other hand, was young and handsome. His hair was shoulder length, curled at the edges from the sea, and black as the pitch used to make the ships. He was charming in a way, and you found yourself staring at him as you served drinks and food to other patrons. He caught you looking at him and winked.

You tried to ignore him for the rest of the night, but now you could feel him watching at you each time you walked past. Finally, he growled and grabbed your wrist almost making you drop a tray of cups.

“What is your name, wench? Or should I say, madam, as you seem to be the head of this establishment?” He pulled you to sit in his lap, a snare you twisted out of.

“My name is Y/N, Captain. I am not the head of this establishment, but the daughter. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me from my duties as hostess.”

“Oh ho, lads! This one has spunk.” The crew members still coherent cheered, making you blush. “My apologies, Lady Y/N. But I do have to complain. I distract you?’ He stood and walked to stare down at you as you backed up till your legs bumped a table, trapped. “If anything I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all night. But I must apologize again, I did not mean to frighten you.” Loki took your free hand and gave it a gentle kiss to the palm. His eyes, a frigid blue, iced you to your very soul.

“Y/N!” your father called from the kitchen, breaking the spell Loki had on you… for the moment. You scurried away, barely breathing and dizzy. The cups were harder to hold with sweaty palms, and your father’s bellowing was difficult to hear over the pounding of your heart. But he would be gone in the morning. You could fight this. I wasn’t the first time a handsome sailor had come into the inn; you’d been able to ignore them.

But Loki was different.

Eventually, most of the sailors went home to their ships or bought rooms to stay the night. Loki and a few remaining mates huddled around the fire. His eyes gleamed as he spoke of his first battles and about the night he chose to become a pirate. Soon you found yourself sitting next to him, hanging on his every word and entranced by his stories. He told you tales of distant lands, rainbow bridges, and airships. Before you realized it, you two were the only ones left in the hall.

“The stories you tell, Captain, I don’t know whether to believe you or…”

“Just take them as tales of the sea.” He licked his lips, gazing down at yours. You found yourself leaning towards him, arching into his chest. He gently glided a hand up your leg before coming to rest on your hip. The other he cupped around your face, angling it up just a bit more. “My lady Y/N, you are so beautiful.” His lips ghosted across yours then sank down to press against them. His touch felt like fire on your skin, igniting within you a longing you didn’t know you had.

Any will to stop him washed away as you gave his tongue entrance. His hands continued to roam over your body; every time he found skin his fingers would linger. They sank to your bosom, grasping your breasts and running circles around where he knew your nipples were alert underneath your dress. You sighed into his mouth and whimpered when he pulled away. He lifted you to your feet and shoved you against the wall. He attacked your throat, the gentleness fading away.

“There’s the Captain,” you moaned. Loki chuckled into your neck and sucked hard on your pulse point. You ran your fingers through his hair, marveling at the softness of it even with the flecks of salt from the sea spray. You tugged gently, then harder as Loki growled at you. You gasped for air as he bit into your exposed shoulder. Loki tugged at the hem of your underbust corset.

“May I rent a room for the night, lady Y/N?”

“I’m afraid we’re all booked up… but you can share mine.”

Loki grinned at you and let you escape. He followed you up the stairs to your room, walking to the balcony to enjoy the salty view as you locked the door. He met you at the bed, leaning against one of the posts as you began to undress down to your shift. He pushed you down on the edge and kneeled in front of you. His fingers lifted the hem higher and higher on your legs. They were cool on your hot skin and made you goose pimply. You lifted yourself up so that he could remove your shift and marvel at the sight of you.

“My lady. I’ve said it before, but you need to hear it again a thousand times over. You are stunning,” he said, hushed to the point of reverence. Loki stood and pushed you up to the pillows. He stood to one side and hastily removed his own tunic and boots. Then he hovered over you, eyes nearly black. He dove down to take your breast in his mouth, sucking around the tip and refusing to touch it even as you arched into him. You could feel your arousal pooling, but you needed more.

“Loki, please,” you moaned.

“What’s that, pet?” He stopped and looked up at you. You knew from the glint in his eyes that he was looking for his proper title.

“Captain, please, I…” You didn’t get to finish as he took the perked bud between his teeth and began to nibble. He kneaded the other one, circling his fingers over the pebbling till you writhed beneath him.

“If you need something, love,” he said as he moved to the other side, “you know what to say. Just ask.”

“Captain, I need to feel you.” You tugged at the hem of his pants and palmed his bulge hungrily. You untied the string holding them closed and he kicked them the rest of the way off. He was thick and strong, and already hard as a mast. You slicked your fingers in your juices, fighting the urge to linger, and ran them up his length. Loki shuddered and braced himself against your headboard. He grunted and swore under his breath as you wrapped your hands around him and began to rub hem up and down his shaft. His hips bucked up to your motions.

“Love, just like that,” he panted. His brow was creased and you both had a sheen of sweat.

You kept one hand on him but moved the other to cup his balls. Again Loki shuddered, but he growled low and angry, “no.” He ripped your hands from him and pinned them above you. His hair had fallen over his face, hooding the sea monster glaring at you. “I want this to last.” He sank down and pressed his nose against yours. “The Sea is a fickle woman; I can’t make her jealous if you keep doing that.” Loki kissed hard on your jaw, on your neck, behind your ear. With one hand he kept yours pinned above you, with the other he played his tip at your entrance. He bit down on your shoulder as he sheathed himself in one motion. You gasped at the fullness. Loki’s other hand flew up to your wrists. He pinned them on either side of your head and began to sway his hips.

The sprays of the very sea couldn’t crash against the shore as Loki did against you. With every wave Loki pounded into you, you screamed with the last of your breath. He rolled his hips, hitting every angle inside of you and groaned above you. The headboard smacked into the wall loudly. You were sure every patron staying the night could hear you.

“Loki!” you called, but he gripped his fingers around your throat. His breath was hot on your ear.

“I thought I had made it clear that is not what you will call me in these moments. So you will be punished.” He pulled out, ignoring your whimpers at the loss, and flipped you over. Loki left the bed and pulled you by the ankles to the edge of it till you could touch the ground. He pulled your hips higher into the air. His hands were hot and threatening on your cheeks. “Count,” he commanded.

Smack. “One,” you croaked. You tried to clench your thighs together because you were sure you could spill at any moment but Loki kicked your feet far apart. Smack. Two. Three. Four. Five. Without much time for you to recover he entered you fast from behind. You braced yourself on your forearms as he pulled your hips back to meet his thrusts. You cried out, “Captain!” The fire was reaching its peak within you. “Captain, I need – oh – please, Captain – ahh.”

“Come for me, Y/N. You’ve done well, taking me like you have.” His hips started to falter. “You are mine, wench. Come!”

Your walls clenched and your sight faded into white light. You fell limp onto the bed, sliding back and forth as Loki chased his release. He came shortly after, spilling into you enough that it ran down your legs. He collapsed next to you. Through your heavy eyelids, you could see his hair plastered to his face, his brow smooth and unworried, and the glow of sweat on his chest as it rose and fell in bursts of heavy breaths. He was looking at you. You were sure you looked a mess, so you covered your face with your hands.

“Y/N,” he cupped your face, “love, you are beautiful. Please don’t hide from me.” You peaked out between your fingers. He was close, almost nose to nose. He wrapped his arms around you and shimmed you both up to the pillows. You were asleep before he pulled the covers over you both.

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When you woke, Loki was curling your hair in his fingers. His brow was creased with a heavy thought.

“I have to leave shortly after light.”

“So soon?” You turned to face the wall and tried to hide your disappointment. Most ships stayed a few days.

“Yes. We only needed a few supplies, which we bought before coming here.” He turned so that his chest was spooned against your back. His fingers feathered over your shoulder. Last night it would have sent you into another need. But this morning, if he was leaving… you’d already given him too much.

“I’ll miss you.” You didn’t mean to sound so hard.

“Come with me,” he said. His voice was rushed, begging. “I can show you everything I told you about. We can explore together, make our own stories.”

“But I have to stay. Help out here, at the inn.” You wanted to go with him, but something was holding you back. Fear of the unknown, maybe.

“I understand.” He leaned back, pulling you with him. “We’re not leaving for a few hours if you change your mind. The Winds of Mischief, with green top flags.”

“I know.”

For several minutes you laid together with his arms wrapped around you. As the town began to wake up you could feel the muscles in him tense. He needed to leave, to move from the bed, but he didn’t. Downstairs you could hear your father beginning to straighten the tables and benches. He would be calling you soon.

“You should go; you don’t want to be late for your own ship.”

Loki huffed and spun away from you to sit on the edge of the bed. He began to gather his clothes. You stayed in bed, memorizing his form. He left without a word. Hours later you watched the sails disappear on the horizon.

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Several miserable months later, you were cleaning off the tables when you heard screaming. You raced upstairs so you could see the docks; the sight almost made your heart stop. A ship with green top flags was battling another with red sails, Commodore Thor’s ship. From your balcony, you could see a small boat float away from the battle. A few minutes later people were running up the hill towards the fort surrounding the governor’s house. Behind them, a group of men was breaking into homes and taking out small items of booty. One was running straight for your front door. You raced down to the kitchen to grab any knives you could use to defend the inn.

Armed with a bread knife you waited for the man to bust down your door. When he kicked it in you immediately had your ‘weapon’ to his throat. He chuckled.

“Y/N, I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me,” Loki removed his hat so that his longer black locks could fall around his shoulders. “I have a proposition for you.”

“What is it?” Your arm was starting to hurt as your muscles strained.

“Can you remove the blade from my throat?” He breathed what sounded like a sigh of relief as you let the knife drop to your side. “My offer still stands. Would you come sailing with me if I made it seem like I kidnapped you? If I gave you an excuse?”

“Yes,” you said without hesitation.

Loki grinned. He grabbed your arms and started to ‘drag’ you towards the docks. You halfway struggled, but couldn’t bring yourself to fake any screams. Within minutes you were on the ship so many feared, sailing away as Thor’s sails burned. You realized you weren’t going to miss home at all. If anything you were perfectly content to get lost in the sea, and in the crystal blue of Loki’s eyes.

Part 2: Troubled Waters