Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

Loki’s POV

Five days passed… Four days had passed since he was last able to relieve his pent up stress… Two days had passed since the sleepless nights had begun… Five days had passed since (Name) had first entered his bed.

He hated it. Never before had a toy had such a profound impact on him… No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer become aroused with any of the other slutty women he was left with. More often than not it resulted in the whores being battered and bruised… It wasn’t so much the beatings that sat ill with him, more his lack of interest in any other woman. It had even resulted in outbursts towards some of his closest and well-trusted advisors.

He sighed irritably. How could that woman, (Name), have such an effect on him? He shut his eyes and remembered back to that night. What had he found to appealing about her? Was it her smart-ass attitude? Her independent mind, which, on more than one occasion caused her to forget her manners? Or was it simply her feminine and genuine moans? That was one of the things he found unappealing about many of the women; the over acted, over exaggerated moans… It was pitiful… The way she spoke his name suddenly rang in his mind. “Loki… Loki…” He breathed in deeply, the memory of her scent lingered in the air around him, even though it should have dissipated long ago; as well as the feeling of her smooth, soft flesh beneath him… Just at the mere memory of her he found himself becoming excited, which only served to irritate him more.

Five days… (Name) had just had the last few days to ‘recover’. An irritating necessity in Loki’s eyes; had Midgardian’s not been so fragile, he would have had her the very next night... Putting his own emotions aside, Loki knew she would be starting the intense part of her training… A sly smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. Perhaps he would pay the lesson a visit… even if she was still in a group of newbies, at the very least he would find interest in (Name)’s reactions and beautiful screaming voice. The mental images of her calling his name over and over again caused his smirk to turn into a full blown grin. Yes. That sounded delightful.

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Your POV

After your night with Loki, you were allowed a few days’ rest, which you were more than grateful for. However, in that time you noticed The Teacher’s mood towards you had become increasingly hostile. You managed to survive one monster only to be thrown to another…

You lazily opened your eyes. Another morning of what you had become accustomed to… In ten or so minutes, you would be removed from your bed, taken to a communal shower, allowed eat a sub-par meal, and then onto training… You sighed and rolled over. You could hear a few of the other girls chattering; apparently they were already awake, and gossiping by the sounds of it.

“Did you hear? 260483A was beaten so badly that she had to be removed immediately.” One said. The other two girls gasped quietly,

“Another one already?” the second asked no one in particular.

“Yeah… Ever since that night with (DD/MM/YY)A, he’s been in a really bad mood…” the first one spoke again. You tried not to laugh at the ‘name’ you were given. Absentmindedly your finger trailed over the barcode tattoo. That was where your name had come from… It was nothing more than your birthday, but that didn’t make it feel any closer to home… In fact it made anyone who called you by those numbers appear cold and uncaring. Your mind snapped back to reality when the three started talking again,

“Do you think she did something? I mean… she’s missed a few of the group lessons since then… And The Teacher is treating her weirdly…” the third one finally spoke up. You rolled your eyes. Even being in one of the darkest situations on earth wouldn’t stop girls from bitching about each other… So much for humanity banding together to rise against a common enemy…

Suddenly the door slammed open, causing you to jump and sit up. It was one of The Teacher’s assistants; at least it was a slightly happier face to wake up to in the morning, but, not by much… He pointed at you and the three girls who had spent the morning bitching then gestured for you to follow him. There was an indescribable tightness in your chest. You took a deep breath and stood before walking towards the tall, slim man; the other three girls following closely behind.

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So much for knowing your routine… Instead of being taken to the showers, you were immediately taken to the lower levels. It was a room you had never been in before… It was tiny and bare, the floors were covered in large, grey tiles, and the walls were exposed brick. There were a few cheap folding-chairs around the edges and in the middle, but they were hardly visible in the dimmed and flickering lights. There was a door on the opposite side of the room which lead to another room. A room that was better lit by far, so much so that you could barely see what was in it at all. Before you had a chance to get any closer to the other room, The Teacher’s assistant stopped you, and the door you had entered through was shut, blocking any hope of escaping back to the safety of the shared room. You were then all ordered to strip.

The other girls seemed to have more of an issue with the orders than you did; perhaps being taken by Loki in such a humiliating and rough way had changed you… You sighed at the sight of the trio’s hesitation and quickly removed the slightly torn beige dress before being allowed to walk into the adjoining room. All four of you had been in ‘lessons’ since then which meant you were completely naked in front of strangers for hours at a time… You supressed your need to roll your eyes; they were being ridiculous. Surely they wouldn’t do anything too - - Your eyes widened when you finally reached the other room. Spending one night with Loki had desensitised you slightly… but not nearly enough for this.

The room was starkly white, tiles were everywhere; beneath your feet, on the walls…. It made the room feel cold and sterile. Surrounding you was several large panels of one-way glass. Your stomach twisted. There were several sex machines and men staggered throughout the centre of the room, all of which were lit by fluorescent lights. There were a few girls who had described this room… The Auction room… It was where Loki offered the services of his girls to members of his staff, security… to anyone who placed the highest bid… It was both for the staff’s amusement, and to train the girls to respond to more than just Loki. This was only because the raven-haired man would often ‘gift’ girls to his favourite subordinates, and The Auctions were the only way for Loki to know who they liked. You had to force your legs to remain solid and stop trembling. These were men who enjoyed playing with the weakness of the women they brought. They enjoyed their pain… their cries… If you remained strong for long enough you would become undesirable to all of them, or, that was your hope at least.

The other three girls staggered into the room, covering their naked shame and trying to hold back the sobs as they came to realise where they were. The Teachers Assistant grabbed one of the trio and hauled her forward to the centre of the room. She was then strapped into an upright table and bombarded with the various machines, toys and men. The sounds coming from the poor girl made you want to break down, and you couldn’t even stand to look at her. Instead you choose to focus on the eyes of your reflection in the glass. Your dead, soulless eyes... You wanted to look away, but the echoing screams in the back of your mind forced your eyes forward. Thankfully the harsh and sudden ringing of bids overpowered the sounds of her loud groans and screams. There was a digital clock and electronic calculator in the middle of the room which reflected on the glass. It was tallying the bids, and counting down the remaining time of the ‘show’. One million was the highest bid possible, but the time ran out before the bidding reached its max.

Five minutes, the bidding was over and the girl released, stifling sobs and shaking like a leaf. The name of the highest bidder was then displayed, and she was lifted to her feet and dragged to one of the hidden rooms. The other two girls with you looked completely and utterly shocked. Being caught-up in their own little clique had backfired, they knew nothing outside of their own trio, and thus weren’t ready for what was coming… You probably shouldn’t be so fast to critique them… You weren’t entirely sure if you could cope with what was about to happen…

One by one they were taken to the tables and shown off to the bidders; the second girl sold for a higher price, but no way near as much as the third sold for. There was a nervous twinge in your stomach. How many members of his staff were left? Would any of them actually bid on you? You dearly hoped not… You were snapped out of your daze when a strong, firm hand was placed on your shoulder and you were led and strapped to the table. Immediately there was a chorus of loud buzzing, even though they hadn’t even started ‘playing’ with you yet… Your resolve faltered and a stifled sob caught in your throat. So much for that… So much for showing strength to get out of the auction… You were about to be sold to the highest bidder…

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw the masked men who had toyed with the other girls slowly make their way over to you. You had readied yourself for the tortuous pain of the men and machines intruding within you, but nothing came… You glanced up to the bids, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. 1,000,000… Someone had won already... But just as fast as shock had filled your system, fear and disgust replaced it. The name of the bidder lit up… It was The Teacher… No… God no… You were unstrapped from the table and lead to a room, similarly to the other girls, but instead of being carried off, you were more than capable of walking… All that was going through your mind was; why…? Why did it have to be him? Of all the people you could have been sold too, why did it have to be him!? The thought of having to service such a man disgusted you. He was cruel, sadistic, irate… you could probably go on for hours about his character faults.

The man you were escorted by guided you into a small, concrete room without any windows. You were suddenly thrown onto a rickety bed and left alone in the room. You hated to admit it, but tears started to fall down your cheeks. Fate really was a cruel bitch. You clung tightly to the stained bed sheets, trying to stop the water in your eyes. That was when you heard it… The lock on the door opened, and a soft creaking sounded. You weren’t ready… You weren’t ready to serve him… Cautiously your eyes moved towards the door…

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Loki’s POV

They were not in the normal room… Loki’s brows furrowed. Damn that man, what had he done with them? Loki had known The Teacher was displeased with the actions (Name) had taken against him the other day… but the blundering fool wouldn’t dare mess with the training of the girls... Would he? Just when the raven-haired man was about to give up, he overheard one of the guards mention the auctioning of some newbies… Loki’s eyes narrowed. The bastard wouldn’t dare. Immediately Loki teleported to the only operating hidden bidding rooms, and there she was.

Loki suppressed a growl as he strode forward to The Teacher who was sitting on one of the few available seats near the front in the still room. The large man bowed his head slightly; Loki didn’t fail to miss the smirk on his face. In a moment of anger, the raven-haired man grabbed The Teachers throat and pinned him to the nearest wall.

“Have I not already warned you about touching my toys?” he spat, tightening the hold on the larger man’s neck. His hold on the man’s neck was so tight that it didn’t allow him to reply at all, “all of the whores who have been auctioned off will be discarded.” Just as Loki finished speaking, the buzzers started going off again, only, this time it wasn’t one of the simplistic whores, it was her. It was the woman he, for whatever reason, craved. When his emerald green eyes moved back to the man beneath his grip, he was enraged even further. A smug grin covered his face. In an instant Loki knocked The Teacher out, took his electronic bidder and entered the maximum amount.

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Your POV

You were absolutely speechless when Loki walked in. The serious look on his face made you ridiculously nervous,

“My own fast tongue has put me in quite the predicament…” he strolled forward lazily, allowing you enough time to sit up. “If I am to stick to my word, then you will be discarded after I leave…” your eyes widened. What? What did he just say? You were going to be - - “of course, there is one way for you to escape that horrible fate…” He paused, allowing his eyes to trail over your naked form. You could barely breathe… Why was he teasing you like this? Could he not see you were about to pass out from the strain and stress? He strode forward until he was directly in front of you. His strong hand moved under your chin, lifting your gaze to his, “I have a proposition for you, my dear.” A ghost of a smile crept over Loki’s lips. “You will become my personal courtesan…”

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