Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

“Give me Love” – Loki x Reader Chapter 19

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Talking about it was one thing, but when push comes to shove, what would he do; what would he be willing to sacrifice to protect you? You closed your eyes and nuzzled into Loki’s chest.

“He’s already gone... there’s no use in chasing someone who could already be dead...” you breathed in Loki’s scent, “I would settle for not seeing, hearing, or thinking about him for the rest of my life...”

“Then I will make sure of that...”

***

*Loki’s POV*

The sun streamed in the window and directly into Loki’s eyes. He groaned softly, covered his face with his arm and turned away from the intruding sunlight. He definitely wasn’t a morning person; especially not when the night had been so wonderfully perfect. His eyes cracked open slightly, knowing there was little chance of him returning to sleep... That was when he noticed it – not the unwanted warmth of the damn sunlight – but the missing pressure of (Name)’s body above him... He sleepily groaned and rolled over. She wasn’t in the bed at all. Immediately his eyes snapped open and he sat up.

There was no sight of her... The shower in the ensuite wasn’t on – in fact the door was open and the room was completely empty – and she wasn’t on the balcony... He gritted his teeth. Damn it! How could he have been such a fool?! She had just used him; made him feel comfortable – vulnerable even – and then she left. He threw the sheets from his body, pulled pair of pants on, and quickly ran down the hallway.

Completely forgetting his ability to teleport, Loki charged out of the elevator and through the lounge room on the main level, but stopped when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

“(N...Name)?” his emerald eyes focused on the (h/c) haired woman, standing in the kitchen, cooking; with his, his, black silk shirt hanging from her (adj.) frame. She turned, a small, nervous smile on her lips; but it quickly faded.

“Is something wrong...?”


*Your POV*


“Is something wrong...?” your brows pulled together and you stepped away from the warmth of the stove. Stress, worry and anger were colouring his features. You took another step, “L-Loki.” The irate haze vanished from Loki’s eyes

“What are you doing out here?” he growled.

“I-I... uh...” you used the spatula in your hand to gesture to the pans, “p-pancakes...” You stuttered as your chest constricted. Shit... This was it. This was his emotional one-eighty. He was about to return to the cruel, harshness you were so afraid of. Loki’s head tilted to the side slightly and he moved forward curiously.

You anxiously bit down on your lip as Loki examined the plate of fluffy pancakes, jug of batter, and the half cooked batter in the frypan.

“I thought you were trying to run from me...”he murmured.

“I – what?” again you gestured to the pans, not entirely understanding his erratic emotions. “A-All this is, is Breakfast. I got hungry and you were still asleep...” You tried to explain, but Loki still didn’t seem convinced with your motives...

“You were going to eat without me?” He asked suspiciously.

“I was going to cook them, and then bring them all up to eat them in bed... The tiles down here make it too cold...” You pointed towards a large tray filled with various spreads and the other few toppings you could find, a small jug of orange juice and cutlery. Loki’s harsh eyes met your own,

“You were not trying to run?”

“What? No-,” Quickly Loki stepped forward and seized your lips. His tongue gently traced your lower lip and he pulled your body tightly to his own. Your initial reaction was to pull away, surprise taking over your instincts, but you promptly found peace and calm within the kiss; so much so that your hand moved to rest on Loki’s bare chest as the other settled on the crook of his neck.

A deep burning scent reached your nose, forcing you to pull away.

“Damn,” You quickly stepped around Loki and flipped the now burned pancake over. You threw the black pancake into the bin and poured some more batter onto the pan with a soft sigh. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let yourself turn back around to Loki. You could feel his intense gaze on your back, and you were almost certain that nothing would have changed if you turned around... but still you couldn’t manage it.

“What is this?” Loki asked. You turned the heat of the pan down before nervously spinning around to face him.

“I-It’s called Nutella. Hazelnut and chocolate spread. I found it in the freezer; I think it should still be okay to eat...” With that, Loki sunk the tip of his finger into a jar of thick, brown spread before licking it clean. He studied the unlabelled jar intently,

“This is surprisingly delightful...” The inquisitive look on his face made you smile. This felt so different... so foreign to what you were accustomed to, and even to how you were feeling only moments ago. How could one night with Loki change everything so much...? You should have been afraid... cautious... but you weren’t... You weren’t afraid. Loki turned to you, a small, mischievous smile on his face. Suddenly the nerves returned to your stomach; what was he planning?

Loki placed the jar on the counter, but not before scooping some more of the spread onto his fingers; he then stepped forward and smeared it on your lips. Your brows furrowed,

“What are you-,” You were cut off when Loki’s lips crashed against your own. His tongue trailed along your lips, before slipping passed them to tease your own pink muscle. The sweet, nutty taste of the chocolate spread mixed with Loki’s own taste was an amazing thing. Your fingers tangled in his raven black hair, and opened your mouth more – giving him easier access. All too quickly Loki pulled away, but quickly returned – though, not in the exact manner you had expected. He smeared more of the chocolate on your lips, neck and chest. He let it sit on your body for a moment before he licked and sucked your skin clean. A needy moan built in your throat and you could feel your legs turning to jelly.

Swiftly Loki lifted you onto the counter, knocking the jars over in the process, and settled himself between your legs.

“Do you still want me?” he asked while running his hand up your thigh. Your mouth fell open slightly.

“I-...” You looked into Loki’s eyes for a long minute. “Yes...” you breathed softly.

Without another word, Loki ripped the shirt from your body, allowing his hands unrestricted access to every inch of your body. Of course he wasn’t interested in every single part of your body; his main focus was on the dampening warmth between your legs, and it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You felt unnaturally empty, and almost craved his presence within you. Loki apparently sensed your waning patience, because the next thing you knew, he separated your legs, unzipped his pants, and entered you – no preparation, no warning, he just pushed passed your lower lips and began thrusting away mercilessly. For a moment, your mind took you back to that night in the cells, but when his thrusts slowed to a loving pace, and his lips met your own in a gentle kiss, you were brought back to the present – to your Loki.

After shedding the thoughts of the night in the cells, your body started to go numb – excluding the overwhelming pleasure coming from Loki’s member – and slowly you felt yourself reclining onto the cold countertop. Loki leaned forward to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, which also allowed him to force himself deeper into your womanhood. A sharp gasp left your throat and your legs hooked around his frantically moving waist.

“Oh God... Please... Please...”

“What?” Loki groaned,

“Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Loki’s hips slowed for a moment so he could take in your breathless, needy state; it took only a moment and he had picked the speed, tenfold.

Your head rolled back and your hand fell against the countertop to stop yourself from falling back. In doing so, you lent in a growing puddle of runny Nutella. Usually you would have sighed out of irritation, but this was a different situation, and without hesitation you reached up and smeared it on Loki’s chest before licking and sucking on his skin. You guessed he missed the easy access to your lips because Loki seized your hand and began sucking your fingers clean. You were certain that you both would end up with red marks scattered across your bodies by the end of the day; usually you would have seen that as humiliating... but in this situation, with this man, you didn’t.

Loki’s chest wasn’t completely clean when you pulled back, but you were certain that if you tried to take in anymore of the sticky chocolate spread, you would be sick – mainly due to the constant rocking motion. The raven haired man chuckled and leaned down to kiss you, making sure his chest pressed against your own. You pulled away slightly, in need of air - - but just as the warm air hit your lungs, you felt your end nearing. You harshly bit your lower lip, but that didn’t stop your orgasm from forcing the moan from your throat. Your entire body convulsed and constricted, which forced Loki over the ledge as well, and he released deep within you.

You both laid there for several minutes, dazed and in a veil of remaining pleasure. In the distance you could hear the pancake sizzling and smell it burning... but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to move, and even if you wanted too, you were certain Loki wouldn’t allow you too.

A surprised squeal left your lips as Loki scooped you into his arms.

“W-What are you doing?” you asked while tightly wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.

“I think a shower is in need, don’t you agree?” Loki smiled wide as he began walking.

“What about breakfast?” The raven haired man licked a missed smear of Nutella from your neck,

“We’ll make it lunch.”


*Thor’s POV*


It was little before lunch time. Thor’s morning meal had come and gone hours ago, and he was expecting the same girl to walk in with another tray any minute; only when he heard the door open and he looked up, it definitely wasn’t who he was expecting.

“If you have any sort of mind, you will turn around and leave before you say a single word.” Thor snapped darkly.

“Just listen to me-,”

“No!” The blond barked, cutting Johnathan off midsentence. “You betrayed us, you betrayed her!”

“I did not give Loki her name.” Johnathan insisted as he stepped up to Thor’s cell.

“I do not believe you.” The Asgardian snarled as he threw a small porcelain cup at the metal bars. It shattered instantly, and a few of the stray shards flew at – and left cuts across – Johnathan’s cheek.

The young man winced and clenched his lightly bleeding cheek,

“I told him someone was slipping you medical supplies, not (Name). Thor, you have to believe me, I never once told him it was her!”

“I don’t ‘have’ to do anything. Least of all trust you.”

“Thor, I told her to stay away from here for her own safety, but she did not listen!”

“Get. Out.” Thor growled.

“Thor, please listen to me!”

“You have no idea what he did to her... What he made me do to her...” his voice was eerily calm; it had to be... If he let his emotions get the best of him while speaking of it, he would probably kill Johnathan. “Just get out.” He said, turning away from the sandy blond.

Johnathan sighed softly and turned towards the exit, but just before he passed the threshold, he stopped and turned back to the God of Thunder.

“The power source for the tower is running dangerously low. Loki in his own vanity has taken (Name) to another place for a short time, and is syphoning even more energy from the Arc Reactor. In two days I will 'accidentally' divert the last of the power and use the last of it. During the chaos you will be able to break free. Thor didn’t speak straight away, instead needing time to take everything in.

“Where did he take her?”

“I don’t know; no one knows... He just ordered a plane to be filled with fuel and a pilot – he worked out all the other details once he was aboard...” Thor clenched his jaw.

“When will they return?” he asked almost desperately.

“I don't know.” The God of Thunder sighed irritably.

“Then you wait for her to come back before you instigate your plan.”

“It would be better to do it while Loki is away.” Johnathan insisted, but Thor shook his head.

“I will not leave here without her.” He stated. Johnathan bit his lower lip and ran a nervous hand through his hair.

“It will be more dangerous if Loki is here...”

“I will not abandon her.”

“Fine... I will wait for her to return...” Johnathan said before turning to leave.

“Johnathan.” Thor called, making the young man stop.

“Yes?” The Asgardian Prince eyed the man before him.

“I do not trust you. I will not trust you, not until I know (Name) is safely away from here. If anything goes wrong during this scheme – if she is harmed in anyway – I will hold you accountable for it.” Johnathan had to tear his gaze away from Thor’s,

“I will keep that in mind...” he mumbled before leaving.

Thor sat down on his dirt – and probably insect – infested bed. He didn’t notice when the young maid girl brought his lunch, nor did he notice when she came back to take it away. He was too busy wondering, thinking, and attempting to plan what would happen when the power went out; which would be easier if he had all the minute details... but for now, he would have to settle for the few detail he did know. (Name) was somewhere alone with Loki – never a good sign. When she returned Johnathan would, supposedly, help him to escape. When that happened, Thor would grab (Name) and take as far away from Loki as he could get her... Hopefully...


*Your POV*


Loki’s hands were surprisingly cold in comparison to the steaming hot water, but you didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest – a sharp gasp caught in your throat and your back arched away from his touch – except maybe when he trailed his fingertips down your sides. It was pleasant, but the tingling that ran through your body made you jerk uncontrollably. Loki chuckled and kissed down your shoulder, ignoring the water cascading down your (colour) skin. His hands began to roam over your body,

“You’re supposed to feel clean when you leave a shower, not dirtier...” you gasped loudly. Loki chuckled,

“Not when you shower with me.” His husky voice lingered in your mind, long after he finished speaking. “However, if it would ease your mind a little, I will make sure you are clean...”

Loki reached towards the dripping wet soaps. He opted for the bar of soap instead of the liquid bottle and used one hand to rub the soap over your damp body as the other used a loofah to gingerly scrub your skin. He pulled you closer to his body; that was when you felt his hard manhood press into your back. A low groan built in his chest when you reached back to gently take hold of it.

“Keep your hand there and I will not be able to stop myself.” You bit your lip,

“I-I didn’t say I wanted you to stop... not this time...” Loki quickly returned the soap and loofah to the shelf as you released his semi-erect manhood, bent forward and raised onto the balls of your feet. You were hoping your entrance would be high enough for Loki - - and apparently it was, because the next thing you knew, he grabbed your hips and pushed deep into you.

A loud moan left your throat, and you were pressed tightly against the tiles of the shower as Loki began thrusting deep into you. There were moments when you had issues breathing, either from your wet hair falling in your mouth, or the water itself, but none of it stopped your moans, nor did it quell you sudden need for him.

Suddenly Loki pulled out, and you turned to protest, but before you could, Loki turned you around, lifted you up, and impaled you onto his throbbing manhood once more. Without a second thought your legs wrapped around Loki’s waist, pulling his entire body closer to your own and hooked your arms around his neck. The raven haired man took a jagged step towards the nearest wall and pressed you tightly against it before resuming his thrusts.

Being pinned between the cold tiles and Loki’s damp and toned body with the shower pouring down on you was refreshingly foreign. One of Loki’s hands moved from your hips to your breasts. Your breath hitched as he began roughly kneading and squeezing your bare, and strangely sensitive breasts. Your nails sunk into Loki’s skin as you tried to supress what you thought to be screaming moans. However, when Loki’s lips found your own, you lost the ability to control any part of yourself, and you could feel your end approaching with incredible speed.

You weren’t ready to finish yet, but you could neither slow your orgasm, nor could you tell Loki to slow his movements. As much as you didn’t want the experience to end, you knew it had to. Just as you resigned yourself to the idea of finishing, you gasped loudly and straightened your back against the tiles as the rope in your stomach snapped, and you were sent over the edge for the second time that day. Loki’s fingers dug into your hips as he released within your constricting womanhood. The thick air of the shower made it hard to breath, and it felt like your head was spinning as your body came down from the sexual high...

Several minutes later, you stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed, your legs too weak to carry you any further. You barely managed to slip on the dress that had been left out for you before you felt the need to lie back down again. It wasn’t even lunch time and you wanted to go back to bed...

Loki came out of the steam filled room a few moments later, a towel around his neck and only pants on. Your eyes scanned his still damp figure for a minute, enjoying the site more – and for longer – than you probably should have. You stared for so long and intently that you didn’t even notice when Loki began staring at you, but when he spoke you certainly took notice.

“Enjoying the view?” he raised his arms, giving you full view of his body, with a sly smirk. You chuckled nervously and lowered your gaze; shame filling your mind for actually getting caught. “There is a room downstairs I think you would enjoy immensely.” You looked back up just as Loki outstretched his hand, “Come with me?” You sluggishly slid off the bed and nodded,

“Okay.”

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Loki took you to the lowest level of the house. You were slightly more than surprised with what you saw... The entire floor was filled with science equipment, technology and other unknown scraps of metal and taken apart pieces of... something. You quickly glanced over the half-finished ironman suits, and various weapons sprawled across a large table before Loki led you into a semi-hidden room towards the back of the floor.

The entrance was hidden behind a large whiteboard on wheels, and was barely big enough for you to fit through; but once you were through, you were pleasantly surprised. The walls of the room were filled with books – literally – the walls themselves were bookshelves. In the middle of the small stood a few old fashioned leather chairs with lamps and small round tables beside them. There was a skylight above one of the bookshelves, allowing a little natural light into the otherwise dark and stuffy room. Your (e/c) eyes lingered on the skylight for a moment. Outside... You took a deep breath and could almost smell the ocean.

“We’re not going outside today...?” you asked.

“Did you want to go outside?” You glanced through the small doorway to the beach below the house. What was the likelihood it would still actually be there...? ‘Do you actually care? Or is this just another way to torment me?!’ Your own voice echoed in your mind, and a deep throbbing pang of guilt hit your chest. “(Name)?” Quickly you turned back to Loki.

“Do you know what happened to the pearl necklace...?” you asked slowly. A calming smile spread across Loki’s lips and he reached into his pocket to pull the necklace free from its confines.

You reached forward and gently trailed your fingertips over the cool gemstones. Loki placed the necklace in your hand and you gingerly toyed with the pearls between your fingers before you quickly stepped forward and wrapped your arms around Loki’s chest.

“I didn’t think you would keep it...” you mumbled.

“I knew you would probably come to regret that decision... So I thought it would be smart to safe guard it until you yourself came to that realisation...”

“How could you know that, when I didn’t?” you asked.

“I suppose I was hoping it, more than actually knowing it...” he admitted slowly. Something in his voice made you think he was ashamed of such a thing... but... why would he be ashamed? It’s only natural to hope for things, regardless if you’re human or not. You smiled and rested your head on Loki’s chest.

“Would you hate it if I said that was very human of you?”

“Yes...” he said almost too quickly. You sighed.

“Then it was very nice, sweet, and human of you.” You said while looking up. You could clearly see irritation in Loki’s eyes, but the addition of the smirk on his lips told you that you weren’t in trouble... not too much at least.

Loki released you and turned to the small library of books.

“Pick one,” he said before moving to take a seat on one of the lounges. You followed behind him while scanning the room. There seemed to only be non-fiction books, science based, car based... you were sure you even saw a few playboys stashed between two of the encyclopaedias. A soft sigh passed your lips before a set of two small – yet thick – books caught your eye. You walked over to the shelf and picked up, what felt like, the only fiction books in the entire room.

You walked back over to Loki, who pulled you onto his lap before you could take the seat next to him.

“I’ve not gone through the entire library... What did you pick?”

“Um... The Flame and the Flower; or... The Wolf and the Dove.” Loki quirked a brow and took the book from your hands.

“Romance novels? Certainly not what I expected from Stark...” he said to himself.

“I think all of those-,” you pointed to the numerous science books, car magazines and other books you didn’t quite recognise, “would be his... If I remember right, he had a girlfriend... These are probably hers.” The slightly sceptical look on Loki’s face made you sigh and roll your eyes. “Would you prefer to read a science text book?” you asked.

“That would depend.” Loki suppressed a sigh wrapped his arms around your midsection. “Read on...” he said with a small smirk.

***

It took only a few hours to finish the book. You read around eighty percent of it, but on more than one occasion Loki had to take over, not because you couldn’t read the words, but because the words made you remember the pain of the night with Loki in the cells... You found yourself fidgeting and uneasy during those scenes, but Loki’s tight hold on your hand and the comfort of his arms around you made the feelings subside. You had a small break after finally finishing for dinner and – though those certain situations made you feel anxious, you didn’t stop you wanting to read the second book by the same author. Of course that had to wait until you finished eating – and you did actually get to eat that time, instead of being set upon by Loki’s food driven kinks...

Notes

I don't know why... but this chapter looks so much shorter than it actually is... it's 4,000 words, but to me looks really short... :/
‘Wolf and the Dove’ and ‘The Flame and the Flower’ are both by Kathleen Woodiwiss. I’ve not read them myself (having Just stumbled across them while googling some books that would work as a reference), but there are themes in both books that relate to this story (that’s what the online plot notes tell me anyway).
Like I said, this was a little different to the rest, a little more fluffy and... well... I'm not entirely sure about it... Loki will have moments in future chapters when he does snap at reader-chan, but, not in the same dark way as before. So... does this sound okay? I know that not everyone likes the sweet fluffy-ness of these chapters, but it's how I've planned the story to go. (Also, Loki and reader-chan are kind of in the 'honey-moon' stage, so he's letting her get away with things he wouldn't usually, just incase you were worried Loki was a little too OOC - I know I was.)
So, please let me know what you think!!!