Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

You stepped forward cautiously.

“Now Pet, I cannot allow you to walk around outside... However,” You thought back over the past few days, and you were shocked. He had... He had actually heard and considered your request... “I can give you free rein over certain areas of The Tower...” His fingertips gently trailed over your cheek. Wait... what...? What had he just said...? You couldn't believe it.... You were allowed to walk freely through the tower? No... That couldn’t be right... “From you vacant expression, I suppose I will have to repeat myself...” Your brows furrowed, but before you had a chance to voice your irritation Loki continued. “You will be able to walk around freely in this floor and the floor above. If, for some reason, you feel a need to travel passed either of these two floors, you will be on your own. I have not given orders for the staff or Chitauri to treat you differently, but as long as they do not see you, it should not matter... Do you understand?” he asked. You nodded. Loki smiled and gently pushed your (h/c) hair behind your ears. “Now, to ensure your safety...” he offered you a small golden pendant on the end of a thin black chain. You tilted your head to the side slightly as you studied the pendant intently.

“What is it...?” you asked, running your fingers over the intricate yet simple detailing. Loki placed it over your head and adjusted the length so it reached just passed your collarbone.

“It has a few names... Shield Knot, Earth Square, Quaternary Knot... all you need to know is that it will protect you from any unwanted presence...” his fingers skimmed down from the pendant to your stomach. “Except for me of course...” he finished with a smirk. You looked down and played with the cool metal.

“Thank you...?” you weren’t sure if that was the proper response to give... but, it seemed appropriate... Right...? The more you thought about it, the more you felt a smile pulling at your lips. It was real... he was actually letting you walk around without being escorted or guarded... It was a gift you wouldn’t refuse or take for granted.

The happiness and joy in your chest was overwhelming and you literally had no control over yourself. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around Loki like an excited child. His lack of movement or speech made you question what he was thinking, so you quickly removed your arms from the raven haired man. The small but evident smile on his lips made your stomach flutter, and when he leaned down to gently capture your lips in a gentle kiss that feeling was multiplied tenfold.

Your hand settled on his cheek as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. His tongue entered your mouth without warning or permission, but you neither protested nor fought against it. Your other hand moved from holding the bed sheet tightly against your body to the material covering Loki’s chest, in doing so the sheet was able to slip free from your body and you were left completely bare in front of Loki. To your surprise, he didn’t pick you up and throw you to the bed, nor did his hands run over your unmentionables... Instead he broke the kiss and gently licked and sucked the length of your neck. You closed your eyes and allowed your head to roll back. You didn’t want to admit it... but you were enjoying it... Loki’s hands skimmed down your sides, and slowly you felt the presence of silk material spreading over your body. His hands then moved to your hips and he pulled you tightly against his own as his tongue slowly danced over your skin.

“What made you do this?” you half asked half moaned- - Wait... what? Why would you ask such a thing!? Loki pulled away with his brows raised as he considered his response. You wanted to skulk away and hide... You lowered your gaze and tried to hide your embarrassment. He would probably snatch the pendant back and force you to stay in the room now...

“Why did I do what?” he asked with a serious expression you couldn’t quite read.

“E... Everything over the past few days...” you murmured scarcely above a whisper. Again Loki paused to consider his answer,

“Because you were left to the mercy of that man, and you are still haunted by his actions...” Loki’s eyes were dark and you had to tense your muscles just to stop your body trembling. “If I had had enough foresight to see his intentions, I wouldn’t have left you here... I will make sure that will not happen again...” You weren’t sure what it was in his words that made you do it, but before the rational side of your mind had a change to object, the impulsive side had taken control.

You took a small step towards him, placed your hands on his chest, and rekindled the kiss from just a moment ago. Loki’s hands came to rest on your lower back as he pulled you into him. This was not the same as any other kiss you had shared or been forced to endure. No. It was calm, sweet... It was a kiss you would share with a lover, not a Master... Your body didn’t stop, but your mind did. Did you... did you just consider Loki your Lover...? While you were still trying to break your state of shock, Loki broke the kiss.

“Do you wish to look around...?” he asked, running his hands over your skin. You looked up and nodded slowly. Loki’s hand moved to your back as he guided you out of the door and towards the elevator.

***

The elevator trip didn’t take long, thank God... Being trapped in such a small area with Loki, and having his gaze so obviously focused on you made your stomach churn with nerves... It was only when the doors finally opened and you were let out of the elevator that you felt capable of breathing once more.

Loki led you along a vacant hallway, quickly showing you the empty rooms and open spaces that splintered off from the long, never-ending walkway. It was a surprisingly nice change. The Tower was usually dark, dank and dreary, and filled with legions of Chitauri soldiers; but now? Now it was warm, the windows weren’t covered with cardboard or cloths, and it actually felt homely... Loki had taken hold of your arm to lead you around, but you stopped and let your arm slip free from his grasp when you caught sight of a vision that left you absolutely breathless...

The hallway opened up to a large open space that shone a bright yellow orange in the morning light. A solitary white daybed sofa sat directly in the line of the sunlight. The white concrete walls were shining different hues of yellow and the few reflective surfaces within the otherwise bare kitchen bounced the light around the room majestically. You walked closer to the large window, and when you realised what you were seeing, you could have easily broken down and cried. Just like the one in Loki’s room, this window housed a hologram of old New York... People walking in the sunlight, going to work, playing in the parks... the way everything used to be... You stepped further away from the raven haired man and towards the floor length window. You reached out and gently pressed your hand to the cool glass. A ripple effect spread out across the window from your hand.

“It is a sensitive piece of technology...” Loki said as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You shuddered slightly when his tongue gently ran across your earlobe.

“Why do you have them?” you asked absentmindedly, still too enthralled with the hologram to pay him any real attention. The raven haired man breathed in your scent and tightened his hold on you.

“The humans who stay here find it comforting... A strange kind of pathology really...”

“What about the one in your room?” the raven haired man froze. Shit. You had done it again... Loki sighed and shifted his hold on you.

“Return to my room by Three o’clock.” He muttered softly while turning your head to a large, ornate wall clock. Ten o’clock. You had five hours to waste. You noticed a small pile of books beneath the clock. At least you’d have some form of entertainment... “If you find yourself bored here, you are more than welcome to return to my room earlier than that...” You turned your attention back to Loki and nodded,

“I understand, thank you.” You replied with a small smile. Loki’s hand slipped to your thigh and squeezed the tender flesh.

“Don’t be late.” He whispered gruffly before leaning down to gently suck on the mark on your neck. A soft moan caught in your throat as his fingers moved to tease your nether regions. You arched your back slightly as a gasp escaped your throat. Even after a week filled with his touches you still reacted like it was a completely new sensation. Loki chuckled and released you, “I will be waiting.” He said before leaving you alone.

***

You lounged on the daybed for little over an hour, flipping through the few books you could endure to read, but it eventually became boring... So you decided to slowly wander around the penthouse suite. There were a few locked doors along the hallway that couldn’t quite block the smell of burned belongings, and other doors that lead to rooms which were completely empty with large holes in the walls and rubble covering the floor. Then, at the end of the hallway there was a door that opened up to a large lounge room. The majority of the furniture had been moved to one side of the room, and it looked as though this was the room the daybed had come from.

You stepped into the open room. The perfectly polished tiled floor was cool against your feet sending a tingle through your legs. You took a deep breath in. The air was hotter and stuffier than in the first room or hallway and made your throat slightly dry. Your (e/c) eyes moved around the room. The marble topped bar was empty, the bottles that were once housed there had either been carelessly removed, or broken in a scuffle. From the cracks, dents and scratches in the walls, floor and ceiling you guessed it would be the fight that had broken the bar shelves. A glint in the corner of your eye caught your attention. The glass to the outside was boarded with cheap looking plasterboard, blocking the doors but allowing light to just filter through. You walked up to the covered window and ran your hand over the wooden board, but you stopped when another, slightly shinier glint caught your eye. When you realised what it was, a mixture of shock and excitement ran through your core. A large, metal hammer sat squarely in the middle of the lounge room, causing the wood to buckle and crack underneath its monstrous weight. Thor’s hammer... You quickly stepped over the spider web-like cracks in the floor and moved closer to the weapon.

The closer you moved to the hammer, the more you could feel its energy swirling around you. It was like an invisible whirlwind that drew you closer and closer while also managing to pull all of the air out of your lungs. You knelt down next to the weapon and cautiously trailed your fingertips over the engraved metal. It was mostly blank, but around the edges was detail so intricate and never-ending that you could hardly begin to truly admire its craftsmanship.

“Whosoever holds this hammer, should he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor...” A cold shudder ran up your spine as the words echoed in your mind. You shook your head to clear your mind before letting out a soft huff,

“It’s not gonna work...” you murmured to yourself with a small smile. You pondered the idea of looking like a complete and utter idiot... but considering there was no one around to laugh or make snide remarks, you decided to give it a shot. You stood up and placed your hand on the cool leather handle. “One... Two...” you tightened your hold on the handle and pulled with all your might - - and nothing happened. It didn’t even shift an inch... You widened your stance a little and tried again, but it resulted in the same thing... nothing at all. You sighed and placed your hands on your hips. Something in the back of your mind scolded you for thinking you could actually lift his hammer... But still... it was a fun thought... You took a deep breath in and moved on from the hammer quickly, choosing to delve deeper into the other areas of the room.

You walked through a large squared archway which led to an open and unscathed room. Like the other half of the room, glass made up a vast majority of the room; but unlike the other side of the room, the glass was clear and gave you a perfect view of the devastated remnants of New York. Why wasn’t there a hologram on this window...? You forced your eyes away from the destruction-filled scene and glanced around the room. Stairs... Stairs would take you up to the roof... the roof means outside. You had never moved so fast in your entire life. In less than a second you had cleared the room and had made it more than halfway up the grand, curving staircase. When you reached the top, your heart fell a little bit. It wasn’t the roof... well... not exactly anyway. The stairs led to an extraordinarily large, albeit nearly empty bedroom.

A bed sat in front of the stairs, clean sheets still covering the mattress. Empty bookshelves were placed around the room, and a few stray books littered the floor and bed. On the same white wall as the stairs was a combustion heater with a shaggy rug and chairs in front of it. You walked over to the king size bed and plopped down before turning your attention to the possibility of going outside.

The walls to the outside world were made of glass and there were sliding doors on the far side of the room that led to an extra-large balcony. You stood and quickly skipped over to the doors. It was a long shot... but maybe, just maybe... You placed your hand on the handle and took a deep breath in.

“Please... please...” you tightly shut your eyes and turned the handle, but when you tried to push or pull the door open, it didn’t move... You sighed and relaxed the muscles in your neck, shoulders and arm, allowing your head to fall forward and rest on the warm glass. Of course it was locked... Was it really too much to ask? To feel the direct warmth of the sun on your skin? To breathe in the fresh air...? To feel the wind in your hair and hear the birds sing? You shifted to your side and pressed a little more of your body against the glass. This was probably the closest you would be able to get to the outside world for a very, very long time... Your (e/c) eyes moved to the bed once more and you let out a soft sigh. You were going to be in the room for a while, so why not be comfortable?

You grabbed the sheets and blankets off of the bed and neatly laid them down in the sunlight of the late morning sun. Usually you would be averse to laying in the sun for long periods of time, but after several weeks of being couped up inside and in the darkness, it was a welcomed change. You threw the pillows down before grabbing one of the few books that remained in the room and moving to lie down in the surprisingly soft blankets.

Nuzzling into the covers, you flipped the book open. You took a deep breath in before releasing it, allowing your muscles to completely relax, and also allowing you to notice something... A spicy, musky scent that you had become accustomed too over the past few days... Loki... This must have been his personal penthouse suit until... Your brows furrowed... until what? You mentally face palmed; until Thor turned up and smashed his way through the different rooms... You rolled onto your back and laid the open book on your chest. Why wouldn’t he repair the damage and then move back up here...? He clearly wasn’t a people person, and you could tell a close proximity with his underlings only served to irritate him... Your head rolled towards the window and you stared blankly out at the crumbling buildings, contemplating the whole situation.

***

You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep until the presence of strong arms around you woke you up. You were being lifted... A sense of weightlessness washed over you as you shifted around in Loki’s arms. Your eyes slowly cracked open. The sky was deathly dark and the room was only lit by the moonlight. The sheets you had been laying in were crumpled and in a knotted mess. You yawned softly and allowed your eyes to wander around the room once more.

It was only when Loki began to walk down the stairs that he realised you had woken up, and once he reached even ground he placed you down.

“Was this where you used to stay?” You asked softly.

“How could you tell?”

“Besides the books...” you trailed off and you felt your cheeks heat up. You had only really made the connection when you recognised Loki’s scent on the bed sheets... Before then you hadn’t put a lot of thought into it at all... It wasn’t that embarrassing to admit you could recognise such a thing... was it...? “W-Why didn’t you stay up in this level?” you asked, trying to change the subject a little.

“The room I have now was only supposed to be temporary, however the repairs for this level have taken far longer that I had intended them to be...” you both began to walk through the lounge room, Loki glanced at the hammer as you passed it. “And I have no interest in seeing a reminder of that useless hack every time I walk into this room...”

“Why is his hammer here...?” you asked as he guided you out of the room. Loki stopped for a moment.

“The blundering fool came here when his mind was clouded by anger and hurt.” A wicked grin pulled at his lips. “He lost his worthiness to hold Mjolnir, and I have yet to finds someone able to remove it...” Loki’s forefinger trailed up your neck and stopped at the point of your chin. “But that can wait. I told you to return by three o’clock, it is nearly eight.” His voice was dark, and you could tell what was on his mind... Punishment... You had to think of something, anything that would help to sway his mood.

“So doesn’t that mean you were late as well...?” you asked before Loki had a chance to finish his thought. Well... if you wanted to irritate him more, that was definitely the question to ask. One of his eyebrows rose and a smirk pulled at his lips,

“Yes, it does.” His tone told you that he was amused. That was a good sign, right?

“Well then, why don’t we skip any unnecessary pain, especially on my part, and move straight onto the fun...?”

“What makes you think I want sex tonight?” ‘Because you always do’ you weren’t strong enough to say it, but you certainly thought it.

“I didn’t say you wanted sex, I said you wanted fun...”

“Oh? And what fun would you offer me tonight?” You froze. Shit...

“Um...”you nervously bit your lower lip. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words slipped your mind... Loki chuckled. You couldn’t quite tell if he was laughing at your incompetence, or just the situation itself... You had a feeling it wasn’t because of the situation...

“A deal then, my dear...” your nerves only worsened with the idea of his proposal. “I will not punish your disobedience... if you tell me something...” Your head tilted to one side and your brows furrowed. What could you possibly know that would merit a dismissal of your accidental disobedience...? “Was Johnathan working with Barnes?” Your eyes widened. Yep... that would probably justify it...

“W-what...?” you asked, too surprised and terrified to think of a proper answer. Loki’s lips formed a straight line,

“The cowering runt who killed Barnes... Some of his actions of late have made me question his allegiance once more...”

“What did he-,”

“(Name).” Loki cut you off. There was an emotion in his voice that you couldn’t quite recognise... was it... no... It couldn’t be desperation... You slowly allowed your eyes to move up to meet his. “Answer my question... Is Johnathan working with them?” You knew he meant The Avengers... so why wouldn’t he say their name?

“Why would you ask me...? You have advisors and underlings who would know more than me...”

“Of all the people in this forsaken world, you are the only person who has had the opportunity, but not tried to run from me. I will admit that when I entered my room and you were not there I had my doubts, but...” he trailed off, with an irritated sigh. “Just answer me...”

“But I-,”

“Now!” He growled. What should you do...? Lie and risk your own life; or tell the truth and have another death on your conscience...? What should you do...? What should you do!?

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