Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

You were given a short, emerald green and jet black silk robe to wear in place of the nothingness you were left with after the auction. Of course underwear wasn’t an option in the slightest, which left you feeling completely and utterly exposed... You had also been ordered to wear your hair up to ensure everyone saw your new mark.

Supressing a sigh you looked yourself over once last time in the mirror. Your hair was tightly pulled back into the highest pony tail you could manage, which only helped to deepen the shadows of the bones poking through your (adj.) skin. Three weeks without a proper meal and daily torture had ravaged your body worse than you had thought... The dark circles underneath your eyes made you look like a lifeless zombie, and the finishing touch to your look? A painful, bright red burn mark on your neck; it was of two serpents, interlocked and devouring their tails; Loki’s symbol. You really wished you had been allowed to bandage the mark on your neck as you had the one on your wrist, but he wanted to show it and you off to everyone. You moved closer to the mirror and cautiously prodded the area around the red mark, instantly pain shot through your neck to your temple. Okay... maybe that wasn’t the best idea...

You leaned on the basin and closed your eyes. Loki had brought you back to his room and given you time to change while he went off to arrange everything for the rest of the day, but you didn’t want to go back to him. You just wanted to lock yourself in the bathroom and not come out ever again... A sharp knock at the door made you jump, and put any hope to disappear to rest.

“Come now pet, surely it doesn’t take you this long all the time...” Loki called. A cold shiver ran up your spine and you sighed softly before leaving the security of the bathroom to join your Master. That was rule number one. You were to always call the raven haired man Master, unless told otherwise...

When you opened the door the first thing you noticed was that Loki had changed his clothes into casual business attire. The long coat and scarf, which he wore like a tie, seemed to fill out his frame more than anything you had ever seen him in.

“You will follow behind me silently. You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will not pay any attention to advances made by anyone other than myself.” He smirked at the last part of the sentence. “Do you understand?” You bit your lower lip and nodded,

“Yes, Master...” your voice was slightly hoarse and caused a dry burning to flare up at the back of your throat.

“Good girl,” he said, tucking the few stray strands of (h/c) hair behind your ear before moving towards the door. You followed behind Loki as he made his way to the meeting room.

***

You walked in a hurried pace down the halls. Loki’s strides far outmatched your own, which meant if you weren’t careful, you would end up several metres behind the raven haired man and be at the mercy of whoever was walking down the hallway. There were a few people who walked passed that set your nerves off and you unintentionally latched onto Loki’s coat. Your presence didn’t bother him at all, and he just continued on his way without paying your actions any mind. You weren’t entirely how you felt about it though... Did he actually care about your safety? Was he enjoying your frazzled state? You stopped yourself from crossing your arms and sighing irritably; he definitely wouldn’t have forgiven or overlooked that. You had been so engrossed with controlling your own emotions and actions that you didn’t even notice when you entered the meeting room.

The room the meeting was held in was already filled by the time you had arrived. There were men in suits sitting around a large table - - These were the men... These were the men who saw an opportunity to jump on Loki’s band wagon after New York and left the rest of mankind to rot while they lined their pockets and stroked their own egos. Most of them were old men who were starved for female attention, so when you walked in the door you could feel their growing need fill the air. It made you want to puke, whether it was because of their actions regarding mankind, or because of their drooling faces, you didn’t know. You just kept your head down and followed behind the raven haired man to his seat.

Loki sat down on a chair at the head of the table and you stood behind him, however that lasted only a few moments. Once he was bombarded with questions you could see his agitation rising, and before long he pulled you onto his lap to calm his tense emotions. His hand ran through your hair as he spoke to the other people in the room. From your position on Loki’s lap you were able to see everyone perfectly, even the few stray women who, compared to the business men, seemed out of place, as well as a few younger people who looked like they would fit in on an espionage mission.

“And yet you have still to find the rest of the blundering fools.” Loki’s voice snapped you out of your daze. Your (e/c) eyes moved to The God of Mischief. His eyes were as cold as ice and his expression stony and demanded respect. As much as you were conflicted about admitting it; Loki truly looked like a king... “Tell me Barnes, do you think me a fool?” Initially you weren’t sure who he was talking too, but then the entire room turned towards one menacing looking young man with shoulder length brown hair. He didn’t respond. A cold tremor ran down your spine when his chocolate brown eyes moved to Loki.

“No Sir...” he said, almost robotically.

“Then you would have me actually believe that HYDRA’s best cannot find the rest of them, even with all of my resources freely available?” The raven haired man growled. Hydra...? Like the five headed serpent from Greek mythology...? “When I conquered New York and your organisation came to me, our agreement was that you would aid in the capture of The Avengers, after that you would take the countries you wished and you would stay out of my way. So far you haven’t done a single thing.”

“T-That’s not true Sir.” One of the chubby, grey haired men stuttered. “Thor was captured successfully.” Loki scoffed,

“That was due to his own incompetence; and I would remind you that it was accomplished without the assistance of any members of HYDRA.” The poison in Loki’s tone was evident, and made you want to crawl under the table and hide. However the firm hold he had on you prevented any further thought of running away. The chubby, grey haired man who had the balls to disagree with Loki quickly found his place and chose to keep his mouth shut.

Loki was the one who broke the silence that had befallen the room.

“What of the rebellions in England and Germany?” he asked hotly, his hand gently trailed over the curve of your hip.

“The leaders were found and... dealt with accordingly.” One voice said. A folder filled with numerous papers was slid towards Loki. The raven haired man gently nipped your earlobe.

“Would you pass me the folder pet?” he asked. You quickly reached over and retrieved the folder before handing it over to Loki. When he opened the cover, you swear you were going to throw up.

Images of bloodies and mangled corpses were attached to several pages. You wanted so desperately to look away, but you just couldn’t force your eyes to move. One particularly gory image of a woman with her chest and stomach sawed open made bile rise in the back of your throat. Loki chuckled softly and threw the folder back on the table.

“Well at least I know you can do one thing correctly...” the raven haired man said while pulling you to rest against him. “Now, onto some other business...”

***

You were more than thankful when the meeting finally finished. The mental images and knowledge you were left with made you fatigued and weak; so much so that you could barely stand as you were led down a hallway. You gazed out a window as you passed. The sun was just going down. Damn... The morning had passed so quickly and after the trauma from earlier on, you had completely lost track of time. Suddenly a rich, meaty scent found your nose and caused your stomach to rumble uncontrollably. Food... Food sounded so good at that moment. You were living on the bare minimum for several weeks, and hadn’t actually eaten at all today. You came to a slow stop in front of what looked to be a kitchen and just stared into it, your mind in a complete daze, and your body not responding to any order you could manage to muster.

You heard footsteps getting louder, but you couldn’t pull your focus away from the thought of a real meal. However, when you felt a hand gingerly run through your pony tail, you forced your mind back into reality.

“Come now pet-,” Loki abruptly stopped speaking and jerked your hair downwards. Pain radiated from both your scalp and your neck. Loki then lowered himself to your level, “I did not say you could stop, did I?” he whispered darkly. You quickly shook your head.

“N-No Sir...” you replied, only to have his hold on your hair tighten,

“Try again.” He stood up straight and eyed you harshly.

“No, Master, you didn’t...” you grit your teeth and hoped that was the answer he wanted. Much to your relief, it was. Loki released you and wrapped his arm around your waist as guided you to an unknown room...

Well, that wasn’t quite correct. Once you entered the room, you knew exactly where you were; The Club. You had walked through it several times coming from and going to certain ‘lessons’. In those short moments of seeing what happened in the front and the back rooms, you had come to realise that The Club was probably one of the best places you could end up. The girls actually had a choice, they could dance, serve or service, and the thought of actually having a say over who could touch your body sounded heavenly, even though it was a basic right before Loki had taken over Earth.

You mentally sighed and took in the familiar surroundings. It was dark and the air was filled with smoke or fog, you never quite knew which, but it made your vision hazy. The room had a deep red hue to everything the lights touched and there were several stages with dancing girls and dozens of tables and chairs surrounding them. Men in dishevelled work uniforms and business suits sat in the chairs dolling out their cash to the girls who so freely gave their affections. It wasn’t until Loki urged you forward that you realised you had stopped moving.

You stumbled through the room, guided by a surprisingly chipper looking Loki, until you came to a cordoned off area directly in front of the large, empty stage. A table and a single seat were waiting for Loki, and from that point on his mood shifted to a darker, more seductive and overall aroused God of Mischief. Just bear with it... Being with him is slightly better than just answering to his beckon call... Just bear with it. It was then that the stage lit up for the first time and several girls stepped out to occupy different areas of it. The raven haired man sat down, completely transfixed by the dancing girls. You kept your gaze low and stayed standing behind your Master, just off to his right. You inadvertently shuddered. He was your master… no matter how many times you were forced to say it, you would never become accustomed to it; but, even if you didn’t like it you had to accept it…

You noticed one of the girls who were serving drinks to a group of men become excited before she quickly made her way over to you and Loki.

“Is there anything I can do for you Sir?” she asked in an irritatingly high pitched voice as she graciously draped herself over the raven haired man. He smiled widely and breathed in the scent of the woman,

“No my dear, not tonight...” he gently nipped at the girl’s neck,

“Not even your usual service?” she asked while moving to straddle Loki’s hips. “I’ve learnt a few new tricks, Sir...” she rolled her hips forward, causing the short skirt to rise higher on her thighs.

“No, I have a new toy to play with...” he said with a smirk as his green eyes moved to you. The girl pouted while gently twirling Loki’s raven hair between her fingers,

“Okay...” she glanced over to you for a moment before returning her amber eyes to the raven haired man, “but if you break her, promise you’ll call for me?” Loki laughed at her question. He actually laughed! You couldn’t believe either of them would talk about you becoming seriously injured so easily!

“Very well then, but I don’t plan on breaking this one...” he said, running a hand up her thigh. The girl giggled before removing herself from Loki.

“That’s what you always say.” She said as she walked away. A nervous knot formed in your stomach. Not because of her words or tone, no... It was because of the deathly glare she gave you as she said them. “You could learn a few things from her, (Name)...” Loki said, gesturing for you to move closer.

“Oh yeah, like what?” you spat back without thinking. Shit. Loki’s amused smile dropped almost instantly. Damn it! Why could you control certain outbursts, but not when it really counted?! You looked down and moved closer as he had asked. He pulled you onto his lap,

“I will forgive your talking back at the moment, simply because she makes me far too happy to punish you.” He muttered huskily as his fingers gently ran through your hair. Immediately you could tell his attention wasn’t on you; it was on the girl on the raised platform in front of you.

The girls hips swayed to the rhythm of the music and she, more than once, took long glances at the raven haired man and licked her lips. In that moment you weren’t sure how you felt… Loki was controlling, violent and had made you his personal sex toy… So why did it bother you so much when his attentions were focused on another girl…? Why was his obvious affection for the unknown woman making you feel nauseas? You bit your lower lip as you watched the girl dance. Her full curves sat on a perfectly thin frame, her sparklingly seductive eyes entranced anyone who met her gaze, her hair bobbed and swayed in the air with the utmost grace… she was perfect… It made you question the intentions of your Master. Loki could have any of the girls who were under his control, what would stop him from dumping you for her? If he preferred her so much more, than why hadn’t he?! The raven haired man leaned closer to your ear,

“Jealous are we?” he whispered with a smirk. You shifted awkwardly in his lap. Were you jealous…? The tightness in your chest and distaste for the unknown woman certainly made it feel that way.

“No…” you replied. Loki stifled a chuckle before pulling you to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry my dear...” he gently grabbed your wrist and forced your fingertips to gingerly trail over the hardening bulge in his pants. “She may have the physicality, but you are far more intriguing... even if you forget your manners sometimes...” Your eyes widened as he slipped your hand into his pants and made you stoke his twitching manhood. It had been only a few days since he had taken you, but in that time you had already forgotten his formidable size.

A soft twinge of pain shot through your neck when Loki leaned forward and kissed the burn mark.

“Make me cum Pet...” he whispered huskily. You hated to admit it, but his request made you shudder with anticipation, you wanted him to take you. As much as you despised him, he had a way with... well... everything, words, actions... everything. Following his request, you took his member into your hand; a low groan escaped his lips as you slowly began to pump his hardening erection. His hands slowly ran over your silk covered breasts before he began to pinch, twist and tease the hardening buds of your nipples. One hand moved to your cheek and turned your face to your lips met with Loki’s in a heated kiss.

It was all too much, even without him touching you... Your hips gently rocked in time with every draw of his member, but the pressure of your legs wasn’t enough. You wanted, no, needed more friction. Loki’s hand moved from your breast to gently trail over your slick womanhood. Just that soft touch was enough to force a moan from your throat. You felt him smirk in the kiss before pulling away slightly.

“My, my...” he murmured as removed his fingertips from your wetness before slowly trailing his tongue over your juices. “I never thought I affected you so easily...” his wet fingers trailed back down your side before finding and entering your wet slit. “Tell me, do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, gently nipping at your earlobe. Your fingers clenched his shirt and member tightly as a moan caught in your throat. One finger fully entered you, followed by a second and third… You buried your head in his neck and took quick, steadying breaths in place of loud groans, but Loki wasn’t pleased by that… His free hand lifted your face from his shoulder. “I want to hear you…” one of his fingers trailed over your trembling lips, coaxing them to open more. A stifled groan caught in your throat as one of the managers quickly made his way over to you and Loki,

“Sir… would you prefer one of the rooms in the back?” the attendant hurriedly asked. The raven haired man shook his head with an amused smirk as the first real moan left your lips.

“No, here will do just fine.” Your hips rolled against his skilled hand. Damn him… was he really going to fuck you in front of everyone?! The manager nodded and left you both alone, though, you were sure he and many other people were watching you...

You hated yourself for wanting Loki so badly, but you couldn’t stop. Soft mewls left your lips as his hand once again found your clit.

“Come now pet, don’t make me go wanting...” he growled almost menacingly as he used his free hand to force your hand to resume its pumping movement. The combined feeling of his fingers within you and the strong hardness of his erection sent you completely mad. You could feel your wanting wetness seeping through his fingers and trail down your legs. The heat between you and Loki was growing steadily... At the rate you were going, you wouldn’t last very long against him. You gasped loudly and bucked your hips forward as his fingers twisted and curled to hit the sweet spot within you.

You had guessed that Loki had lost interest in playing with you, because the next thing you knew he had shifted you around to straddle on his lap. Your slick entrance was barely an inch from his hard manhood, and instantly you wanted to throw yourself down onto his large member, but, as he still had his pants on, it wasn’t an option straight away. Loki’s hands fumbled with the buttons and zipper of his pants before he gently pulled you down onto his manhood, much to your relief and pleasure. However, the initial shocks of having him enter you for the first time in days caused a loud moan to escape your lips.

“Forgive me my dear... I said I wouldn’t take you tonight...” Loki’s hands found your hips and forced you to bounce and rock on his member. “But I just can’t help myself...” More moans began to catch in your throat, but, not wanting to draw any more attention that you already had, you forced them to stay down. You threw your head back as the raven haired man’s hips began to buck upwards to meet your own, causing the robe you were wearing to open. Loki leaned forward and took your hardened nipple into his mouth and wrapped his arms around you to hold you in place as he continued to thrust into you. Your fingers tangled in his raven locks as you were completely consumed by the pleasure he was giving you.

Suddenly Loki scooped you up into his arms and laid you down on the table before continuing to pound into you. The change of position caused jolts of pleasure to travel through your core. You had long since lost control of your ability to stifle your moans, and you didn’t care. You didn’t care that your wanton groans overtook the thumping bass of the music, and you didn’t care if the men in the area were getting off to you. The excitement and thrill of being taken in such a public place was the only thought in your mind. You really didn’t think you were the kind of person who needed or wanted adrenaline rushes, but after this, you may have to reconsider your thoughts on adrenaline junkies...

Loki pinned your arms to the table with one hand and angled your hips in a different direction, allowing him easier access to your womanhood. The sound of the table hitting the stage distracted one of the dancers who became entranced with the vision of an aroused Loki. It irked you a little to begin with, and when Loki turned to the girl, licked his lips and winked, you became completely enraged. How is it Loki could- - No. Just stop expecting your presence to mean something. You were there to be his toy; nothing more, nothing less. You were to be used and fucked till his heart’s content. Loki’s thrusts quickened and reached a new depth within you. Lost in your own stupor you hadn’t realised you had turned your head away from the raven haired man. His hand tightly clutched your jaw and forced your gaze back to him.

“Did I say you could look away?” he asked darkly, his movement within you slowed to an excruciatingly slow pace. You just couldn’t help yourself...

“Well because you found eye candy, I assumed I could do the same.” You spat back bitterly. Your retort caught the God of Mischief off guard but quickly enough his lips contorted into a sly smirk.

“You’re a selfish little whore aren’t you?” his hand skimmed up your body, sending a wave of Goosebumps over your skin, “since you want my attention so badly...” his fingers suddenly closed around your neck and hauled you to sit up. The pain from the pressure and the burn on your neck caused you to whimper aloud, “then you’ve got it.” He snarled before resuming his fast and deep pace.

You could barely breathe, and the constant movement from Loki sent sharp jabs of pain through your body, but you hardly felt the torment your body was going through. The traction and tension within your nether regions was overwhelming everything else. The heat radiating from Loki’s body entered you slowly and made the muscles of your stomach clench tighter and tighter. You were so close. A sharp gasp left your lips as Loki used his body to press you back onto the table, enabling him to ride you deeper and harder. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him tighter against your body as your body screamed for release.

“Cum for me pet...” he moaned, “say my name,” he ordered breathlessly,

“Loki,” you moaned,

“Louder,” Loki’s hands moved to your breast and support thigh.

“Loki! Loki! Loki!” you called over and over again. The sounds of your own voice mixed with the groans coming from the man above of you finally sent you over the edge. For a moment your vision blurred and your muscles constricted around Loki’s twitching member as he rode out your climax. It took barely a second of pressure from your inner walls to bring his orgasm crashing down upon him. The raven haired man continued to slowly thrust into you until he was sure every last drop of his seed was inside of you before slowly pulling out and taking a moment to admire his work.

Loki stepped back and fastened his pants and belt before retying your robe. He then pulled you back onto his lap as he sat back down on the chair and returned to admire the dancing women. You were completely spent. Your head rested on the raven haired man’s shoulder as his arm lazily draped over you.

“Sleep pet...” Loki wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were focused on that one dancing girl from before, but the soft kindness in his voice made your heart flutter for just a moment and put you completely at ease. You felt your eyes begin to close. The stress of the morning mixed with the energy you had just spent caused you to slip into a dreamless sleep, still wrapped in Loki’s strong arms.

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