Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

You slipped in and out of consciousness many times before you finally found the energy to wake up. Your head was groggy and felt as heavy as a brick, but it didn’t stop you from opening your eyes and trying to sit up. Well… that is until a strong bout of nausea ripped through your stomach and you were forced to lie back down and close your eyes. Apparently you had hit your head during the altercation with The Teacher, and, as it felt serious, you decided not to move. You wanted to stay in the comfortable serenity as long as possible before you were forced back to the holding room with the other girls; maybe if you lay still enough, they’d take pity on you and let you ‘sleep’ a little longer… It was only then that you noticed your soft surroundings. This was not the same cold, hard hallway that you remembered passing out in… Your eyes snapped open, and, even though the painfully bright lights were enough to blind someone, you tried to look around for some clue as to where you were…

It took a moment for your vision to clear completely, but when it did, you were amazed. The room you were in was a far cry from what you were used to, and even more luxurious than the rooms you had seen before. Though the more you thought about it, you came to realise that all you had really seen was the hallway… If you had enough capacity at that moment, you would have mentally face palmed for being so stupid. What did it matter if the rooms were nice? What did it matter if it was peaceful at the moment? You showed disobedience in front of Loki. That was bad…

You sat up, slower this time, and tried to forget the nagging throb in your temple and ache of your chest and throat. The room was large, and, most importantly, empty. A small, relieved sigh left your lips as you swung your legs from the plush daybed. Your body was aching all over; apparently your scuffle with The Teacher had brought back the pains of past injuries. Don’t linger on the pain… Just forget it. Push it to the back of your mind. You grit your teeth as you struggled to stand. Your legs were shaky, and several times you thought you were about to fall back down to the soft cushioned bed. But you didn’t, and even managed to stumble forward, catching yourself on a near-by coffee table before you hit the ground.

You flexed the muscles in your legs, trying the shake the throbbing pins and needles sensation in your legs, but when the tingling sensation didn’t go away, you resigned to your bodies nagging need for relief, and rested against the table. You sighed and allowed your (e/c) eyes to scan the room, actually taking in your surroundings for the first time. The walls were a very pale shade of bone which made the room seem even larger than it was. There was a single wall painted charcoal, which had the head of a large, king-size bed against it, and a thin white veil-like canopy danced in the air above the bed, tangling around the ebony wood of the bedposts. There were other pieces of furniture, couches, televisions, small tables, and, of course, the daybed you were once on which lay directly underneath the large window. All of the pieces of furniture followed the same colour scheme, charcoal and pale bone, but there were small flecks of green that offered the only real colour throughout the entire room.

Wait… the window… Your eyes travelled back to the window. From this area of Stark Tower, the city looked completely normal… There were lights shining brightly against the night sky, people walking the streets, and even cars travelling across the city… But you knew it was wrong…. New York was all but destroyed that day. Sure, Loki had ordered the repair of a few buildings, but not to this extent. Enough strength had returned to your legs, and you felt comfortable enough to walk forward. You leaned over the daybed and traced your fingers over the cool glass. How was he doing this? You had heard of his abilities regarding illusions… but surely he couldn’t do something this big. You moved to kneel on the bed, and opened one of the smaller windows. When you looked out, you were utterly shocked.

There was nothing… no lights, no people, no cars… It was the same rubble you were accustomed to looking at from your shared room. Your heart sank… You knew what you had been looking at wasn’t right, but still, it succeeded in getting your hopes up that the world could return to normal… You sighed and closed the window. That was when you noticed the thin wires surrounding the pane of glass. Was… was it a recorded video just playing on the glass? Was it a hologram? Why would Loki have such a thing in his room? Your brows furrowed. Was this even Loki’s room? You had made the assumption from the luxuriousness of it, but he surely wouldn’t have something to remind him of the old days… Would he? You shook your head to try to clear your mind before turning back around to face the still empty room; a nervous knot had formed in your stomach.

You hated not knowing. You hated not knowing what was coming. That was the only thing you found reputable about The Teacher. If he was going to strike you, if he was angry, if he was pleased, he was easy to read, and you could tell what was coming… but now? Being left alone with your imagination in a place that, for all you know, could be Loki’s room… it was torture. Your eyes travelled down to the intricately detailed blanket. You followed one of the patterns until it disappeared behind one of the many pillows and… a note?

You reached forward and picked up the small scrap of paper. Extremely elegant handwriting was sprawled across it. It read:

My Dear; please clean yourself up before I return.

The words echoed in your head… It was as if he had actually said it. A gentle shiver ran down your spine at the forcefulness and authority in his imagined tone. Your brows furrowed. Why were you so infatuated with him all of a sudden? You wracked your mind for an answer, but only came up with one, exceedingly ridiculous answer; Stockholm syndrome. You mentally slapped yourself for even thinking such a thing. It wouldn’t set in that quickly. You were being absurd… and yet, you couldn’t let it go… You didn’t know the reason, but you just had to know why you were acting so foolishly, so you forced your mind to work, even harder than before. But again the answer irritated you. Were you just physically attracted to him?! Really, that was the best you could do?! The thin paper in your fingers crumpled as your hands formed tight fists.

“I was unaware that what I requested was unreasonable.” Quickly you looked up. Loki was leaning lazily in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

Suddenly his weight shifted from the door and he was walking towards you. You were hypnotised by his glowing green eyes, unable to move or even think straight. However, you did feel the trembling in your arms and hands grow in strength the closer Loki came to you. It had become so bad that you lost your meagre grip on the paper, causing it to fall to the ground. Even with his overwhelming presence over you, you were determined not to show him the extent of your fear. However, he had crossed the length of the room in seconds, far too short for you to get your thoughts in order or strengthen what remained of your resolve. So what did you do? You lowered your gaze, and hoped that it would somehow make you invisible. It was a stupid thought, you knew it, and when his slender hand lifted your gaze, you knew your attempt had failed miserably.

“Do as I requested, now. Do not make me regret my decision to bring you here.” He said darkly before grabbing the collar of your torn clothes and throwing you towards the open door of the adjoining bathroom.

You hit the ground with force, but managed to land in such a way that stopped from anything from being seriously injured.

“Yes sir…” you replied before standing and rushing to the bathroom.

“You can use any products in the bathroom, but do not take too long…” he started, “Oh, and do not bother putting those rags back on either…” he added, removing the deep emerald scarf from his neck. “There is a robe you may use.” Even though Loki wasn’t facing you, you nodded before closing the bathroom door.

***

The bathroom was just as expensive looking as the rest of the room. There was a large spa bath to your left, a double basin and mirror to your right, and an extra-large shower which covered the entire length at the back of the room. But you couldn’t linger on it too long, get in, get clean, and get out. Angering Loki any more than you already had would only end badly.

After finding the taps to the shower broken, you settled for filling the bath. You went to one of the glass shelves and picked out one of the bottles. When you opened the lid, you were hit with the sweet scent of cucumber, ginger and mint. You were surprised just how much you liked it. It smelled clean, crisp and fresh. A complete opposite to pretty much everything you had been forced to live in for the past few weeks. You poured a small amount of the bath liquid in the steaming water before lowering yourself into it.

You washed the grime from your skin, and any evidence of your scuffle with The Teacher from your hair and fingers. You gently ran your now clean fingers over the tattoo on your wrist. It was forced upon you when you were brought to Stark Tower. Simple bars with numbers… it was supposed to mimic a barcode. You had been brought. You had no say in what happened to you. Only your new owner could decide your fate. You sighed softly and sunk deeper into the bath.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the water for, but when you removed yourself from the bath, you felt completely revitalised. You wrapped a towel around your body before throwing the fluffy robe around you. You were less than pleased when you realised it barely came halfway down your thighs. You sighed, even after pulling at it, the material refused to stretch. It probably wouldn’t matter anyway… You knew why you were there, and, no matter what you were wearing, it would be gone before too long…

***

When you re-emerged from the bathroom, the first thing you saw was Loki, reclining in one of the couches with a thick book in his hands. He didn’t even bother looking up when he signalled for you to come closer. You took a deep breath in, and held it for a moment before moving towards him.

Your heartbeat was in your ears, and you could feel a sudden weight on your chest. Calm down... don’t show him your fear. Be calm… Be impassive… Calm… Calm! When Loki’s gaze finally moved from the book to you, you felt your breath hitch, and you tightly gripped the ends of your robe. You had to look away… You had to break the trance he had you in. It took all of your mental strength to lower your gaze, instead choosing to focus on the book in his hands. You could sense Loki’s mood change from interest and intrigue to irritation.

“Sit down.” He ordered dully. You sat down next to him, trying to pull the robe down to cover as much as your legs as you could. It didn’t work… You felt the material ride further and further up on your legs until it was barely covering you at all. Loki placed the book on the arm of the couch and turned to gently play with the damp ends of your (h/c) hair. “Is something bothering you my dear?” he whispered into your ear. A shudder ran down your spine as Loki’s hot breath hit your neck. Yes. There were certainly a lot of things bothering you. Why was he doing this? Why did he choose you? Why did he have a hologram of how New York used to be? All of the questions in your mind swirled around uncontrollably and made you feel dizzy. To stop the nauseating feeling in your stomach, you blurted out the first clear thing you could think of.

“W-why did you stop The Teacher…?” you cursed yourself for hesitating. Weakness wasn’t an admired personality trait... Loki eyed you carefully before smiling widely,

“You wanted him to continue?” he asked in a playful tone. You didn’t like what he was implying, and before you could think, you reacted,

“No!” you said sharply, making eye contact with the raven-haired man. His eyes were so entrancing… Staring into his eyes, you lost all of your anger and, and your train of thought slipped away. However, your single worded answer echoed in your mind, and suddenly the tension in the room and fear in your own body grew. Quickly you turned away from him, hoping that if you remained silent, he would forgive your outburst.

Damn it… Why were you being so emotional?! You had been taught to control yourself, you had been taught to be teased, and, if it was acceptable, flirt back… but not this. You were supposed to be emotionally detached. You shifted in your seat next to Loki, and, though you were no longer looking at him, you could feel his hungry eyes scanning your body. In and out… breath… calm, silent… If he wanted you, he would say so… You were sure you would be ‘corrected’ before the night was out because of your behaviour. You supressed a sigh and silently pleaded to whoever would listen that your resolve would hold out long enough to see you through the night. Loki’s fingertips gingerly ran up your side. The shock of the sudden physical contact made you gasp and jump slightly. Loki chuckled, almost darkly, before placing his hands on your waist and pulling you towards him.

“From your reactions…” he murmured while tucking some stray strands of (h/c) hair behind your ear, “you have very limited experience with intimacy…” he huskily whispered into your ear before gently trailing his tongue down your neck.

A warm tingling rushed through your body, causing your limbs and torso to jerk uncontrollably in pleasure. Loki chuckled again as one of his hands slipped under the soft robe to roughly knead your breast. You suppressed a moan and clenched your hands in tight fists. You knew there was a faint blush on your cheeks, but you could do nothing to hide it. Loki was right. You had a very limited experience in regards to intimacy… And Loki seemed to enjoy that fact. He gently pulled the top of the robe from your shoulders as his lips sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh of your neck and chest before finally bringing his lips to meet your own.

The kiss was surprisingly exhilarating, it was like small shocks of electricity running from your lips to… everywhere. God it was good. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to offer some form of physical contact, so you placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other on his neck. This allowed him easier access to your bare chest, and he took full advantage of it, pinching, kneading and caressing… You felt your breathing start to race, and you were almost thankful when Loki broke the kiss. Well… that was until you heard his orders…

“Go over to the bed and kneel.” He whispered, pulling away from you. You tried to steady your breathing before moving, but Loki roughly grabbed your arm and forced you to stand and move towards the bed before you were ready. Then he himself joined you. For a moment there you had fooled yourself into thinking the night may not be as bad as you had imagined… but now you were having serious doubts…

***

In the short walk over to the bed felt like an eternity, and, in that eternity, Loki had managed to remove his coat and shirt. Before you had the chance to get on your knees, the raven-haired man pulled the belt of the robe, making your small amount of coverage fall to your feet. You tried to cover yourself, but Loki stopped you, grabbing your wrist tightly until you gave in and fell to your knees without any form of coverage.

Loki sat on the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants before removing them completely.

“You’ve yet to be taught, but here is a simplified version of the lessons…” he put his hand over your mouth and dug his fingers into your cheeks before pulling you forward till you were between his legs. “You will suck and swallow what I give you, there will be no objections.” His green eyes only conveyed a dark, craving need, which was only backed with the emergence of his semi-erect member. You forced back the nervous sobs in your throat and nodded. Immediately he released your face and offered you his length.

You took a deep, settling breath before gingerly taking Loki’s hardened member in your hand. You ran your thumb up and down its impressive length while you took the tip into your mouth. There was an indescribable twist in your stomach. You didn’t like this situation in the slightest… You felt dirty, and you had barely even done anything…

“Come now dear, you can do better than that.” Loki growled whilst thrusting forward into your mouth. You very nearly gaged on his length being forced so far into your throat. A low groan left Loki’s lips as he grabbed your hair and thrust forward again. This time you really did choke, and you were forced to pull away from Loki, much to his irritation. Suddenly his hold on your hair tightened, sending shooting pain through your skull. “I know Midgardian’s are delicate, but if you cannot keep up with the pace I desire, you will dearly regret it.” His threats made you feel even more nauseous than you already were,

“I-I-,”

“Don’t bother apologising, just put your mouth to work…” he released your hair, this time allowing you to go at your own pace. However, fearing another angry outburst from Loki, you decided moving fast would probably be for the best.

You took Loki’s entire length into your mouth, ignoring the protests in the back of your mind for air, before moving back and forth. Loki groaned loudly as his fingers once again tangled in your hair, but instead of forcing himself deeper into you, he helped to guide your movements, making the change between the directions smoother. You moved one hand to gently cup and caress his balls while the other moved to his thigh. However the absence of warmth on your own body, and the growing need in your lower regions made you desire someone’s touch… His touch… You hand moved from his thigh to your own breast. When kneading wasn’t enough, your hand skimmed down your body to your wet womanhood. You gently prodded and massaged your clit as your movements along Loki’s member became faster. A soft, needy moan left your lips, sending a pleasurable vibration down the raven-haired man’s length, earning a low, heavy moan from him. You slid your fingers deeper into the wet folds of your womanhood, but before you could feel the pleasant pressure of something within you, you were stopped.

Loki had a tight hold of your arm, not allowing you to move in inch, which also meant your mouth was still filled with his member.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asked. When you didn’t answer, his hold on your arm tightened so much that you thought your bone was going to snap like a twig. As quickly as you could, you shook your head and removed your hand from your nether regions. Loki grinned wickedly and pulled your slightly damp fingers to his mouth before taking them into his mouth. Even such a small gesture sent a ripple of pleasure through you. Having apparently sensed this, Loki released your hand and gestured for you to finish.

Loki was groaning far more often than before, it could have been because of your faster, deeper movements, or it could have been because he was nearing his end. You had hoped for your own sake that it was both. The mixture of his heavy wanton breathing and loud moans made the fiery desire in you burn even harder,

“Look up at me.” He ordered, roughly entwining his hand in your (h/c) hair. You did as he asked and looked up. Almost immediately you felt his hips begin to buck against your motions. The unexpected motion from the man above you took a moment to become accustomed to, but you couldn’t focus on it… Just keep moving. Back and forth, deeper… You started pressing your tongue along his member as you moved. Loki began softly moaning something you couldn’t quite understand, but when he threw his head back, you knew what was coming. No pun intended. Loki’s member twitched within your mouth as his hot seed was sent deep into your throat. His hold on your hair tightened for the duration of his climax, and his hips pressed deeper into your mouth, but once the pleasurable waves were over, you were released and fell to the ground at his feet.

That was when what you had been told rang in your mind. “You will suck and swallow what I give you, there will be no objections.” Though you did not like the taste, or idea of swallowing his seed, you forced yourself to, and once it was gone, you were left gasping for air. Your stomach was flipping on itself and, even though you had just had a bath, you felt dirtier than when you had entered the room. Loki chuckled,

“Good girl… most fully trained girls forget that rule. Even if there were… difficulties to begin with, you have more than made up for them with this.” The amused tone in his voice made you feel even worse. You didn’t want to be seen by anyone at that moment, yet you could feel his eyes scanning you. You didn’t want to acknowledge what had just happened, yet he was praising you. Wait… he was praising you. Another, self-automated, response rang in your head,

“Thank you Sir…” you murmured. Loki let out an irritated huff before hauling you to your feet and pulling you onto his bed.

“You are more fun when you act on your own instincts my Dear…” he said with a smirk while climbing on top of you. “I would appreciate it if you would act of your own will for a little while…” The superior grin on his face sent a nervous wave through your chest, but something in his eyes told you he was actually being truthful…

“(N-Name)…” you corrected him. You had broken several curtesy rules already and he had yet to punish you, so why not this one as well? Loki’s eyebrows rose,

“Very well then, (Name).” you hated to admit it, but when he said your name your breath hitched. “I’m going to reward your interesting behaviour (Name) with a night you will not forget.” Again your breath hitched, but for an entirely different reason this time. This time Loki’s hand had found its way down to your wet nether regions, and he began prodding and teasing your awaiting entrance. “How badly do you want it?” he was grinning as you struggled to control your own body, he then pressed the tips of two of his fingers into you.

Oh god… You supressed a moan and tried to stop your hips from bucking forward. Why was he so good at making you want him?

“I will get an answer out of you.” He growled, pressing his fingers deep into you. You wanted to answer, but the overwhelming pleasure rendered you speechless. Wait… did you really want to give him what he wanted? Was there some part of you that wanted him to do this to you? Again he waited for an answer, and again he didn’t get one. He smirked and leaned down, taking the hard bud of your nipple in-between his teeth as his fingers moved faster and faster within you, hitting every sensitive place within your womanhood they could reach. The strain from before lowered your lungs capacity to hold a breath in, and so you were forced to open your mouth for air, which also meant the moans you tried to suppress came flying from your throat. Loki’s grin widened when your walls of security were finally broken down. Instead of gentle teasing, Loki bit down on your nipple, sending sharp, electrifying pain through your chest. However between Loki’s fingers pounding into you, and the feel of his free hand running up and down your side, the pain was overwhelmed by pure pleasure.

Loki released your nipple and sucked on the sensitive skin of your breast before pulling away slightly,

“How badly do you want me?” he asked, more forcefully this time. Between the muddled thoughts in your head, and the sharp gasps and moans that escaped your lips, you somehow managed to put a semi-intelligible sentence together,

“Yes! Oh God, I want you, I want you so badly, please!” You lost your battle with your own hips and bucked up against Loki’s hand, who chuckled at your response. All of a sudden, the friction and presence of Loki’s hand in your lower regions was gone, but replaced quickly with the overwhelming pressure and pleasure of Loki’s large member.

You barely had time to adjust to his size before he began pounding deep into you. You mind was spinning, and you were overpowered with nothing but pleasure. It was amazing. You had never been taken so roughly before, and, while it made you sound like a masochist, you loved it. One of Loki’s hands moved to stabilise your hips, while the other was used to hold his weight just off of you. Your mouth fell open and loud moans flew freely, echoing in the large room, and probably all the way down the hall. Loki angled his hips, and pressed as deeply as he could before removing his manhood almost all of the way, and then returning to that same deep place within you. One of your hands clenched tightly at the bed sheets, the other moved to Loki’s back, and, while you knew it may have hurt, you just couldn’t stop your nails from digging into his flesh. The raven-haired man groaned and hardened his grip on your hips before he harshly pressed his lips to yours.

It was nothing like the kiss from earlier in the night. This one was filled with deep passion, no, that wasn’t it… It was a primal need for release that had overcome the both of you. The hand that once held the sheets moved to tangle in Loki’s raven locks while his hand moved from your hips to waist. You felt his tongue gingerly run across your bottom lip before he forcefully entered your mouth with the pink muscle. His tongue danced with your own before it moved to explore every crevasse of your mouth, but it wasn’t enough… You needed more… more friction, more of him. You wrapped your legs around Loki’s waist, eliminating the need for his hand to steady your waist, so he allowed it to roam your body, which it did, rather greedily. His hand moved up your side and teased your breast, then caressed your collarbone. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. Suddenly the kiss broke, and Loki pinned both of your arms tightly to the bed above your head. Your body went from being warm and pleasurably comforting to starkly cold, but from this angle, Loki’s thrusts and grinds against your hips sent a far more pleasurable sensation through you.

The more he rocked against you, the more the muscles in your stomach constricted. You groaned loudly, thinking it impossible for your muscles to tighten any more than they already had, and you were right. Instead of the surprisingly pleasant pressure in your stomach, there was an uncontrollable wave of pleasure that crashed like waves over your entire body. Arching your back against Loki’s body, you threw your head back, unable to even moan. Then suddenly your hips bucked upwards wildly as your throat finally came back to life, allowing you to scream Loki’s name. Loki thrust into your tight core a few more times before his climax ravaged his body, and, for the second time tonight, his hot seed was sent deep into you.

You lay there, covered in sweat with ragged breathing. Loki finally released your wrists and lay down in the bed next to you, collecting his thoughts and regaining his composure. After a few moments he turned to you,

“We’re done…” he whispered into your ear before kissing your temple. “Now get out.” He growled before literally throwing you from his bed.

What did you expect really? Did you expect him to hug and admit his love to you after one night together? Get real… There were dozens of girls he had spent several nights with who he treated far better than you… you here nothing more than a means for release to him. Nothing more than a whore… You knew it, as did he. You stood on shaky legs, a painful tingling emerged in your lower regions. You gathered the white robe from the floor and turned to Loki,

“You may keep the robe,” he said coldly, turning away from you and pulling the sheets over his body. The lights went out at that moment.

“Thank you… Loki…” you murmured before turning to leave.

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