Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

His personal… what? Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure how to respond.

“W…What? I-I don’t understand… Why would I be discarded…?” You were pretty sure that wasn’t what Loki wanted to hear… One of Loki’s brows rose,

“The correct response would be yes Sir.” He said seriously. “But I’ll answer your question nevertheless. I don’t like sharing my playthings, especially when I have yet to taste them to their entirety…” He half laughed after thinking for a little while, “But I suppose my phrasing earlier was a little wrong. You don’t actually have a choice in the matter love, you will be my Courtesan…” his hold on your chin tightened. “Do you understand?” the pain shooting through your jaw caused tears to spring to the corners of your eyes. What could you do? He would take you no matter what you said or did… If you complied, then maybe, just maybe, he would be kinder… You forced the pain in your face to the back of your mind, just like you had been taught, and nodded.

“I understand…” you muttered, your voice slightly muffled by his hand. The smile on his face was unnerving.

“Good girl.” His hand slowly made its way to your neck. He guided you to lay down the bed, but just like many things today you didn’t actually have a choice in the matter; the pressure of his grasp forced you to lie down. Oh God… Here we go again… Loki’s free hand moved from your thigh, up your side, finally coming to rest just below your breast. “This may hurt a little pet…”

“Wha-,” you were suddenly unable to move or speak and it was becoming difficult to breathe.

You gasped for breath and attempted to struggle beneath the invisible weight, but the more you tried to move, the heavier the pressure all over your body became. It was unbearable… If you moved, you were crushed, but if you didn’t, you left yourself completely defenceless… Loki’s teeth gently grazed against your neck.

“Hold still.” The serious tone in his voice forced you to obey his order… but when you realised what was happening, you really wished you hadn’t.

He grabbed your wrist and gently trailed his fingers over the barcode tattoo. Had you been capable of moving, you were sure you would have been trembling. Suddenly intense burning pain shot through your arm, you tried to pull away, but whatever it was that held you down stopped that. You couldn’t bear to look. The feeling of the skin burning was too much to take, you were sure that if you looked it would only make you pass out, or burst out crying. Neither of which you wanted. The scent of burning flesh reached your nose, which only served to intensify the pain in your arm. There was a sudden change in the temperature of your wrist. Instead of severe heat, there was bitter coldness… You finally gathered enough courage to look at what Loki was doing to you.

The barcode was completely gone, replaced with bright red and tender flesh. You weren’t sure what was generating the cold feeling, but his fingers were colder than ice, which helped to soothe the raw throbbing.

“H-How did you…” Your voice was barely above a whisper due to the lack of air and trembling lips. Loki smirked,

“Magic my dear…” he removed his hands from your wrist, and you thought he would release you completely... But you couldn’t be more wrong.

Your head was turned to the right by the invisible force, exposing the left side of your neck fully to Loki. Your breathing began to quicken as his fingers trailed over your neck.

“Tell me my dear... have you ever seen my sign? The Nordic mythology of Midgard had a rather accurate representation of it...” his fingertip moved in a figure-eight shape, sending goose bumps all over your skin.

“I-I think so...” you murmured. Loki grinned,

“Good...” He said as the burning returned once more as he traced- no, as he burned the intricate design into the skin of your neck.

This was far more painful than before… The scent, the pain… even the sound of singing flesh was there. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t help but try to pull away… You had to get away from the pain,

“If you want me to burn straight through your trachea then continue moving. If you want to live then I would advise you remain still…” Loki growled, shooting you a menacing glare. Though tears began to fall down your cheeks, you complied. Ignore the pain… It isn’t there. Your eyes closed as more tears cascaded downwards. Go somewhere else… Somewhere without pain… but again the temperature change shocked you, forcing your eyes open and leaving you gasping for air.

The pressure on your body that forced you to lay still was removed with a simple wave of Loki’s hand. He to removed his presence from above you and straightened out his slightly rumpled clothes. Pain still lingered in both your wrist and neck, but you pushed through it to sit up. That was a mistake. Instantly dizziness overtook you and you fell back down to the stiff mattress. Because of how you landed, and the sudden jerking movement, the pain in your neck and wrist intensified tenfold. A choked sob left your throat for the first time since the whole ordeal began. Loki clicked his tongue and rand a hand through his raven locks.

“Mortals are far too fragile...” he murmured as the creaking hinges on the door sounded again. Loki moved back towards the door and started speaking with someone. You didn’t know who it was or what they were talking about, but you could feel the unknown person’s eyes all over you. It made you feel dirty... A knot formed in your stomach. You attempted to sit up again, this time was slightly more successful because you chose to rest on your elbows.

Your (e/c) eyes scanned the doorway... you couldn’t believe who it was. Your hands began to tremble and you were rendered completely speechless, though, it wasn’t like you were going to actually say anything in the first place. It was The Teacher; he looked dishevelled, his nose was bloodied and had trickled down to colour his teeth an off pink colour. What was he doing here...?

“I paid for her, it was under your own orders that no one could take away a paid for item...” The Teacher growled. Loki glanced over his shoulder to you. Was he really going to give you to him? You could feel your heartbeat in your neck. It hurt, but there was a far more urgent matter at hand. Loki’s gaze moved back to The Teacher,

“There are always people who try to poach my toys, so I also made sure to say that specially marked girls cannot be given to anyone, unless ordered otherwise...” the anger and irritation in Loki’s tone made you want to shrink away into the corner and hide. The Teacher’s eyes widened for a moment before moving to you. That’s when he noticed the mark on your neck. “You will be reimbursed of course...” Loki said, stepping into The Teachers line of sight, blocking his view of you.

“You’re a sly man Sir...” the annoyance in his voice was evident, but Loki let it slide and allowed The Teacher to leave. A relieved sigh left your lips when Loki shut the door, which earned a low chuckle from the raven haired man as he began to walk back over to you.

All of a sudden you felt too exposed to him. You tried to shrink back and cover yourself with your arms, but when he reached you, he made sure there was nothing blocking his way.

“I won’t take you right now Pet...” he said, tracing the area around your new mark. You clenched the sheets of the bed tightly, trying to stop the pained cries from leaving your throat. “I have important business to attend to... Would you care to join me?” His finger moved down your chest to the tip of your breast.

“Y-Yes Sir...” you replied. Anywhere would be better than where you were...

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