Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

*Loki’s POV*

He really didn’t want to wake up... He was too comfortable and too relaxed to want to deal with whomever it was that just entered his room. He rolled over and wrapped his arm around the sleeping woman beside him, trying to ignore the intruder. However, they had other own plans, and continued to try to rouse Loki from his slumber.

“Sir...?” A man’s voice called nervously. Loki let out a quiet, but irritable sigh and sat up, careful not to wake (Name) from her peaceful sleep. However, before Loki turned around to verbally abuse the man behind him, he allowed his eyes to graze over her, her curves, her (adj.) skin, her soft breathing... The longer Loki stared at (Name), the more he wanted to wrap his arms around her, and fall back into a deep sleep. “Sir,” the voice called again. Loki’s jaw clenched tightly and it took all of his strength not to turn around and slap the interloper. “S-,”

“I heard you the first time. You needn’t continue to call for me like some lost child.” Loki snapped as he turned to face the man. The raven haired man took a deep, steadying breath before continuing. “What do you want?” he asked rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“The council has convened and has asked you to join them as soon as possible...” he said in a whispered hush. Loki’s brow rose,

“It will be in regard to Barnes’s death...” he murmured to himself, “Tell them... Tell them Barnes is dead due to their own incompetence, and that any messenger they send to my room over the next few days will meet with the same fate.” Loki growled, turning around to lie back down once more.

The man left the room quickly and relayed Loki’s message to The Council, needless to say they were less than pleased with his response, but Loki didn’t care. He was growing increasingly tired of their presence, and after everything that had happened with Bucky Barnes, he had found himself doubting their power and control over their agents...

He supressed a sigh and laid back down next to (Name). Seeing her like this, peacefully asleep made an emotion rise in Loki’s chest he couldn’t quite name... He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. If only she stayed this calm and willing all the time... A smile pulled at his lips. However, that would ruin some of the fun. He loved her inability to filter was in her mind; it always made for amusing conversations and reactions... His smile faltered for a moment. There in lied the problem... she was still fighting against him... He retracted his hand from her cheek and gently tangled his fingers in her hair. He had decided. He would make her- - Yet another knock at the door sounded, this time interrupting Loki’s thoughts. What could they possibly want now?

*Your POV*

Waking up after the nightmare was the only time your sleep was interrupted, and you were more than thankful for it... You needed at least one night of peaceful sleep if there was to be any hope of your body recovering... However, after you fell asleep, you fell into a dark, dreamless sleep that unsettled your mind...

When you finally mustered enough energy to open your eyes, the room was dark and the sky outside was barely lit by the setting sun and there was a slight chill to the air. You rolled over, half expecting Loki to either hold you still or scold you for waking him up, but there was nothing... You sat up and looked around. The room was just as dark as the sky, a few lit candles were spread across the room as well as a lit fire on the wall opposite - - Your thoughts stopped. Loki’s bed was missing... Loki had said he would have it replaced, but you were amazed they could remove it without waking you up... But then again, you were so exhausted that an earth-quake probably wouldn’t have woken you. You shook your head and turned your attention back to the rest of the room, ignoring the big empty space where the bed once was. The candles did little to stop the encroaching darkness from outside, it was becoming too intense for the candles to fight against and you could see them slowly fading into nothingness.

Sluggishly you peeled back the sheets and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. You knew you wanted sleep, but you really didn’t think you’d sleep through the entire day... and the fact that you wanted to go back to sleep as soon as you stood didn’t make you feel any better about the whole situation...

You stretched your stiff limbs and looked towards the window, half expecting the hologram of old New York to be there... but... it wasn’t. The site before you was the devastation left in the wake of Loki and his army... Your brows furrowed. What was going on...? You reached for one of the lamps and tried to turn it on, however nothing happened. Your lips pursed, had someone cut the power or something? You slumped your shoulders and began to walk through the room. That was when you noticed that Loki had not only left the bed, but he was nowhere in the room at all... You turned and looked towards the bathroom. The door was open, but no one was inside. Your brows furrowed. You weren’t sure why, but the slow forming knot in your stomach told you that something wasn’t quite right, however, you pushed the thought away as you continued towards the middle of the room, moving closer to the cushioned love seat opposite the fire.

You moved an open book from the seat to the coffee table in front of you and sat down with a sigh. The warmth of the fire was nice, but it did little to calm your nerves... You tried to get your mind on something, anything, else, but you just continued to imagine ridiculous scenarios. What if someone broke in...? You rolled your eyes. No. There would be the sound of people fighting if that were the case... Maybe the Tower blew a fuse? You scoffed; as if... The Tower was built by Tony Stark; there was no way a fuse could blow. You breathed in deeply. Just stop it... you closed your eyes and rested your head on the back of the seat.

Suddenly a tremor ran through your back, and you swiftly sat straight. Loki had left you alone in a room filled with bad and unpleasant memories, and it felt as though they were about to catch up with you... You looked over your shoulder to the space where Loki’s bed had once been. You blinked once and a waterfall like effect rained down over your eyes. When it disappeared, a sharp gasp caught in your throat. You were transported back to that night...

The lights were so bright that they burned your eyes. The gasping sounds of... Who...? Who was it...? You blinked through the haze. You gasped loudly as he, The Teacher, pinned your clone to the bed. No... No, not again! You turned away and buried your head in your hands, trying to break this spell.

“No, no...” you mumbled to yourself as the struggle continued behind you. “This isn’t real...” You squeaked as your twin fought against The Teacher. Something... you needed something to drag you out of it... Your eyes hurriedly scanned the room, trying to find somethi - - The fire... You could still feel the warmth of it on your skin even though in this ‘reality’, it was empty. You tightly closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to shake this living hell from your mind. It was in front of you... the fire... it is. It’s there, right there! You opened your eyes. The fireplace was still empty... No... No.

“Then you shouldn’t mind if I use you until I get my fill...” you heard The Teacher bark. Wait... Something crossed over your line of sight, and the raging fire within the fireplace returned. You thought you felt the presence of a hand on your shoulder, but in the limbo between dream and reality, it slipped from your mind. You were only left for a moment in that state, a presence next to you brought the last of your mind to Earth.

“Forgive me Dove. There was an issue the idiots couldn’t handle without me...” Loki said as he all but collapsed onto the couch next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, placing the book you had moved to the coffee table on his knees. The lights returned to normal, and overwhelmed everything but the fire in front of you.

“Yes...” you murmured softly, not really paying attention to him. What was that...? It was such a strange, yet familiar sensation... A dream, but while you were wide awake... Your brows furrowed... Where had you felt it before?

Loki glanced over to you, your eyes were lowered, but you could feel his calculated gaze on you. The raven haired man leaned forward and placed his chin on your shoulder.

“I know you’ve been through a lot of late, but that doesn’t excuse rudeness...” he whispered into your ear, making you shudder. You turned to face him,

“I’m sorry...” you could tell your voice was dull, you didn’t intend it to be, but you just couldn’t force any energy or emotion into it... Loki ran his hand through your hair and pulled you tighter against his chest.

“Try again...” Loki said, not half as menacingly as you had expected. Hesitantly you hooked your arm around his neck and leaned into him,

“I’m sorry...” you murmured again, tightening your grip on him slightly. Loki chuckled softly and rested his head on your own as he flipped through the pages of the book.

Suddenly the lights flickered on and off with a rapid speed. Loki sighed irritably as someone knocked at the door.

“Unless you’re here to replace my bed, leave.” Loki growled.

“Sir, please, the arc reactor is still not--,”

“I’m well aware of that!” Loki snapped, making you jump. He let out a loud huff and relaxed his shoulders. “Cut the power to all but the gates and Tower.” Loki barked the order, the person on the other side tried to protest, but he was cut off by Loki growling the order once more. A few minutes later the lights returned to normal, and you felt Loki’s irritation begin to slip away.

***

You didn’t know how long you sat in silence looking at the slow dying fire, the crackling orange coals and the dancing embers, but as time wore on you found yourself moving your gaze between Loki, the book he was reading and the fine details on his black shirt. The raven haired man shifted in his seat,

“I know Midgardian’s tend to have an issue sitting still for long periods of time without anything to hold their attention,” Your eyebrow quirked,

“Says the man reading a book to keep his mind busy...” you muttered mindlessly. Loki chuckled,

“So you are feeling better...” he said with a smirk. Your brows furrowed. What did he mean by that...? “The television broadcasting has been stopped, but I’m sure there would be some sort of entertainment centre in the Tower...” Loki said, removing his arm from around your shoulders. You sat there and thought. It had been weeks since you had seen a TV show or movie... but... you didn’t want to leave... Yes, the room was filled with bad memories, but outside of the room was even worse... You shook your head and leaned back into Loki’s chest.

“No, this is fine...” you said. Loki’s free hand tangled itself in your hair.

“Would you like me to read to you?” he asked coolly. You hesitated but eventually nodded. Loki flipped the book back to the first page, you were about to tell him not to do so, but he started reading before you had a chance.

“It was a bright cold day in April, the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith...” Loki’s voice was slow and even, and before he could even get halfway through the first chapter, you felt yourself drifting back into sleep, soothed by the beating of Loki’s heart and the presence of his arm around you - - Wait... what? In your dozy state you could barely keep a hold of any thought, but this one seemed far easier to keep track of than any of the rest. He was the exact same man who had tortured and caused Bucky’s death, and the same man who released a murderer and your rapist... You should hate him... So why were you acting like his lap dog...? He would lie and cheat to get his way--

“People always presume I’m lying when I tell them things...” Loki jolted you out of your thoughts, “Perhaps it is a by-product of being known as The God of Mischief... but mischief does not always start with lies,” he chuckled, “it often does, but not all the time...” his fingers gently brushed against the skin of your neck and collarbone. “Understand (Name) that man suffered in his own personal hell for hours until his psyche was broken completely...” Your eyes widened. How did he? “I regret that you are still unsettled with Barnes’ death, but it was an inevitable,” he closed the book and placed it on the table in front of you both before he shifted the two of you around in the seat so you were laying on your side and Loki on his back. It was a tight squeeze on the couch, and awkward... Your legs were too long for the couch, let alone Loki’s, and the width of the seat was definitely only meant for one person... “Just try to push it from your mind...” he finished. You wanted to laugh, but stopped yourself. ‘Push it from your mind’? That was easier said than done...

***

The next morning you awoke on Loki’s new bed, which was far more comfortable than the couch. You were no longer tired, and felt much better than the night and days before... You shifted under the heavy blankets, feeling too hot for comfort. However, a strong arm around you stopped you from moving. You settled back down into the plush pillows and mattress, and, to your surprise, you began to settle and calm down...

“You’re finally awake...” Loki murmured his voice sluggish and low. Your eyes trailed over the intricate stitching and detailing of the white bed sheets, too afraid to look back at Loki. “Tell me Pet, would you protest to spending a few more days couped up in this room...?”He asked, running his lips across your silk covered shoulder. “I have no desire to deal with the idiots outside...” his fingers found your chin and turned your head to face him. The smile on his lips seemed foreign to you... Wait... had you even seen a genuine smile from him...? This was probably just some ploy to get you to drop your guard. “Pet?” he said, sterner than before.

“That sounds fine...” your voice sounded almost like a child’s, for a moment there you hadn’t even realised it was you who spoke. Loki chuckled and gently kissed down your neck.

“Then wait here while I shower...” he ordered while removing himself from the bed. “Unless you’d prefer to join me...” he said with a grin. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open slightly. He chuckled again, “Next time, pet, you won’t be given the choice...” he warned, walking towards the bathroom.

You relaxed and laid back down after you were sure Loki was gone. So many emotions were running through your head and stomach that you could barely keep track... But there was one thing you knew. Submit to him... Submit to him and everything would be fine... You bit your lower lip and you buried your head in the pillows. You knew you had to submit... but every fibre of your being protested against it... You were content to stay in the bed, until Loki had asked you to stay there... Your (e/c) eyes moved towards the bathroom door. Just bear with it... Maybe he’ll grow bor- No. You didn’t want him to get bored. If he was bored with you, he would more than likely give you to his underlings, or worse, the Chitauri... You sighed. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place... But... perhaps it was the lesser of two evils... Loki wasn’t solely filled with hatred, there had been times he had been kind and gentle... and certainly to the Chitauri you would be nothing more than a continuous source of release... They would abuse and use you until your body gave out... At least with Loki you had some sort of care, right?

You didn’t even hear Loki as he walked out of the bathroom, but when you caught a glimpse of him, a bright blush spread across your cheeks. He was completely naked, and seemed to be quite comfortable with that fact... You hid yourself under the blankets, trying to break the spell his body had you under. Damned pelvic sorcery... You curled yourself into the ball and pretended to have fallen asleep. You felt a pressure on the bed right near your nose. You tightly held onto your breath, and tried to stop your body from shivering. Another, you presumed, hand rested on the bed behind your head, and a warmth entered your body from the space above you. Oh god... he was leaning over you... One of his hands pulled the covers away from your face.

“Aren’t you a little old for hide-and-seek?” He asked. You -no-so-subtly- looked down. A hot blush coloured your cheeks; he was still naked. Damn it... he needed to put some clothes on... He may not be your favourite person in the world, but damn him, he was attractive... The knowledge that your body, in some way, wanted him irritated you to no end...

The sudden presence of his hand on your skin was both soothing and terrifying. An oddly pleasurable shiver ran up your spine and you inhaled sharply. A seductive smile pulled at the corners of Loki’s moth.

“Now dove, I’ve given you one day to recover, but after a week without you, I do require your services...” he said, leaning down to gently kiss your neck. He slowly rolled you onto your back, giving himself access to your chest and whatever else he desired. “Good girl...” he whispered, lowering himself onto you.

The damp warmth of his flesh made you bite your lower lip. It felt so good... You softly placed your hand on his shoulder blade as he untied your robe. The sudden change in temperature made goose bumps rise on your skin, and caused your nipples to harden. Loki smirked and leaned forward to gently take the pink bud between his teeth as his hands skimmed over your now exposed skin. Damn, damn, damn...! Why was your body doing this to you...? Loki’s hand found its way to your womanhood. A flash of The Teachers face across your eyes made you pull away.

Loki slowly coaxed you back towards him and gingerly kissed and sucked his way up your neck,

“Hush (Name)...” his fingertips lightly trailed down your body. “Just focus on me...” his voice was filled with a mixture of authority and kindness, which served to confuse you. “I was going to take it slow with you after your ordeal...” he captured your lips and gently nipped and sucked on them, “but I cannot wait...” he said, pressing a finger into your folds.

You shifted on the bed and your knees rose to rest on either side of Loki as you clenched the sheets tightly. He began to slowly move the digits within you before slipped two more slender fingers into you, trying to find that special place within you. It only took a moment for him to hit it. The next thing you knew you were moaning and bucking against his hand with such intensity that you were left breathless almost immediately. Loki chuckled and began slowly stroking his already hardened manhood as he lined himself up with your entrance. The raven haired man then pressed himself deep into you, forcing more loud moans from your throat. Oh-so-slowly he began rolling his hips into you.

It was an agonisingly slow pace that made you squirm in an attempt to gain for friction. However it did little good, Loki had too much control of the situation. You gasped, trying to make your voice work.

“P-please, Sir...” you huffed. Loki slowed his pace further,

“Please what...?” he asked with a sly smirk. He then completely stopped moving; his presence within you was pleasant, but not enough... Could you really say it? This was the man who forced himself on you, and left you to - - He rolled his hips forward slowly, and, as if your body had a mind of its own, it spoke.

“P-Please... harder...” you groaned. Loki chucked and softly sucked on your breast,

“Very well then...” He sat up and pulled you onto his lap before moving closer to the dark, wooden headboard of the bed and pressed your back into it, sinking himself deeper into your wet folds.

The unmoving and rigid headboard behind you gave Loki the ability to enter you with incredible speed and depth; with every movement he made, new waves of pleasure coursed through your blood and made you moan and groan in ways you didn’t think possible. His lips found the burn mark on your neck and when his warm tongue began to circle your flesh, a pained gasp left your throat. But then, something odd happened... The pain and pleasure mixed, and you no longer feared Loki touching the mark on your neck, in fact, you craved it.

Almost as if he had read your mind, Loki began to greedily suck on the mark. A stifled moan built in your throat and your hand moved to tangle in Loki’s raven hair while your legs tightened around his waist, urging him further into you. Deep-seeding warmth began to spread within your stomach and the continuous contact with Loki’s hot skin drove it further. The mixture of pain and pleasure was almost strong enough to make you pass out, and caused your vision to blur. Loki’s muffled groans into your neck made you shudder and your womanhood throb. Then you felt it. Your body was ravaged with a flood of pleasure, and your entire body tensed, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Loki slowed his thrusts, deeply riding out the last moments of your climax. When your body relaxed the raven haired prince removed his mouth from your neck and began to chuckle,

“My-my (Name),” he said breathlessly, “I did not expect you to be a little masochist...” he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips across your own. “However, as amusing as it may be for me to watch your face contort in pleasurable pain little dove, you got ahead of yourself and allowed your body to release...”Loki’s hips rolled forward, eliciting a small moan from your lips, “and I have yet to experience the same joy...” The wanton need in his voice sent a shudder up your spine, and you could feel the need for release return to your nether regions.

Suddenly Loki dropped you onto the bed, which was slightly more of a shock than it should have been. You cautioned a glace up to him,

“On all fours...” he ordered while gently stroking his throbbing manhood. You dropped onto all fours and Loki grabbed your hips to drag you around to a new place in the bed before he re-entered you. You moaned and arched your hips back, giving him easier access to your womanhood, which he used to his advantage, pushing further and harder into you. However, it wasn’t enough... The friction wasn’t building fast enough, and you wanted more. You tried to move your hips in time with Loki’s, but you were quickly scolded by a rough squeeze to your arse.

“Do not get impatient, Pet...” he said sternly, pressing your chest down into the plush bed. Loki took a few moments just to revel in the tightness of your inner walls before he continued to pound into you once more. After a moment, he suddenly stopped thrusting into you and reached forward, taking hold of your arms, and pulled them backwards so your body weight and movement was controlled completely by him.

The sudden change in position made you grit your teeth as it forced Loki’s member into a completely new area within you. The arch that your back was coerced into pinched your lower back, and was only made worse when Loki guided your legs together with his knees. However the growing pressure and pinching in your back was all but nullified once he began to move.

Having your legs together made Loki feel twice the size he actually was. Loki’s fast, deep and hard thrusts forced more moans from your throat, and you could feel the muscles in your stomach begin to constrict. You rolled your head back and tried to stop the loud moans from escaping your throat, but Loki’s groans from behind you egged you on further and further until the burning fire in your stomach returned and coursed through the rest of your body, breaking the rope around your stomach. Your entire body convulsed as your second climax in a short space of time washed through your body, also forcing Loki to release within you.

As the last of the pleasurable wave left you, your body went limp and the only thing holding you up was Loki, however, his own fatigue quickly caught up with him, and he collapsed on top of you. The soft, plush bed was a welcomed change from what you had just gone through, however you were more than content when Loki slowly pulled himself from you and moved to lie down next to you with his arms wrapped around you.

***

You laid there tangled in each other’s limbs and completely exposed for you don’t even know how long... It was all a haze of half-dozing sleep and surprisingly sweet embraces; it was... dare you say it, nice.

“Tell me Pet, is there anything you desire?” he asked, burying his head into your hair.

“... To walk in the sun...” you mumbled into the covers without thinking. Loki didn’t respond, he only shifted slightly on the bed so he could get a better look at you,

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind...” his hand skimmed down your side before he pulled you tighter to him, “If you don’t want to give me a proper answer, you will get nothing...” he said, trailing his fingers over the skin of your cheek. You froze. Your response had angered him. You needed to make up for it quickly...

“Food...and water... please...” You said, stumbling over your words. Loki silently chuckled to himself for a moment,

“J.A.R.V.I.S. please let the lowlifes in the kitchen know that my pet requires food and water...”

*Loki’s POV*

The raven haired prince held onto her tightly. She was still fighting against him... The first night she had done as he had asked out of fear, but after knowing, and then being reminded what it would be like without him, he was sure she would see the light... but no. There were moments she would open up, but they were so few and far between that if Loki wasn’t paying attention, he would miss them... He gritted his teeth... Why? Had he not shown her kindness? Damned mortals...

“If you don’t want to give me a proper answer, you will get nothing...” Loki tried his best to stay calm, and what was the easiest way to do that? Touch her. Caress her... His hand moved to gently stroke her cheek.

“Food... and water... please...” she said quickly. One of Loki’s eyebrows rose and he tried to suppress the chuckle. She would learn... slowly... He then thought about her request. Of course... (Name) hadn’t eaten yesterday, and had probably been fed poorly while in the cells - - He stopped himself there. The less he thought of Thor, the better.

“J.A.R.V.I.S. let the lowlifes in the kitchen know my Pet is hungry...” the raven haired man called to the AI.

*Your POV*

Another night with the God of Mischief and you felt yourself becoming too comfortable... It was an odd sensation that you had thought you had forgotten to feel... Why...? Why was he being like that? Loki didn’t threaten you, his eyes weren’t dark, and, other than when you had sex, his voice was calm... Four days passed like this, peaceful. Just when you started feeling better about his sudden change in emotions, you woke up to something different, something was off. Loki wasn’t next to you. You slowly sat up and looked around. Almost immediately you caught sight of him, he was - - Your brows furrowed. He was fully dressed for the first time in days, and looked just about ready to leave.

Loki’s eyes flickered to you,

“Come dove,” he reached out to you, gesturing for you to move closer. Hesitantly you left the bed, pulling the loose sheets around your body as a makeshift dress, and made your way over to him. “I have a gift for you...” he said. Your eyebrows rose. What could he possibly have to give you...?

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