Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

You weren’t sure if it was a dream or not... You couldn’t be sure if your eyes were open or closed... The exhaustion that ran through your body certainly made it feel like you were awake... But there was a blur and haze to your vision which made you doubt that it was reality. You slowly reached up to trace the line of your eyelids. Yes... you were definitely awake... You tried to sit up, but the heaviness of the blankets wrapped around your body mixed with the dizziness that sent the room into a spin stopped you. An arm suddenly snaked around you and pulled you tightly against the familiar muscular chest. Loki.

“I have already told you to sleep pet.” He growled, clearly irritated from being woken up. “If you wake me again, you will sleep on the floor.” You glanced over to his green eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light. They were sleep-heavy and showed for a moment an innocent weakness in his eyes, you weren’t used to seeing him like that at all... Suddenly his eyes sharpened and darkened, causing you to jump slightly. You bit back the scared whimper that had built in your throat and nodded.

“I’m sorry...” you voice was raspy and brought an itch to your throat that just wouldn’t go away. Loki closed his eyes and loosened his grip slightly. You rolled over and tried to forget about the pain in your throat and the intense emptiness in your stomach...

You laid there for several minutes, trying to force the itching in your throat to go away, but nothing would work... You gripped your throat to stop the dry coughs that threatened to escape, and just when you thought you couldn’t hold the coughs back anymore, Loki’s arm slinked around you once more and tightened around you as you were slowly enveloped in a green light.

“Now will you stop squirming?” he growled as the irritation in your throat began to slip away. You nodded. “Good...”

With the irritation in your throat gone, you were able to spend what remained of your energy to stop the growling in your stomach which, to your surprise, was easier than you first thought. Just as you began to drift off, you could have sworn you heard the faintest sounds of music... No... It couldn’t be, not in a place like this... It must have been your mind playing a trick on you...

***

The next morning you were awoken by the gentle tickle of your hair brushing across your cheek. Your (e/c) eyes cracked open and you looked up, thinking a window had been left open, but no... Your head was in Loki’s lap, and his fingers were tangling mindlessly in your hair as he talked casually with someone in the room. It was an unfamiliar feeling... Lying like you were, it made you almost feel like you were - - no... that’s ridiculous. It was then that he noticed you had woken-up; he gestured for the other person to leave before turning his attentions to you.

“My dear, now that you’re finally awake, what do you think we should do today? I’ve cleared my schedule for today,” the smirk playing on his lips made you nervous... “This is what you wanted, isn’t it pet?” Your mouth fell open slightly, but you didn’t know how to respond... You were absolutely tongue tied.

“I...” was all you could manage before Loki leaned down and forced his tongue into your mouth.

It was forcefully pleasurable. You didn’t want him to kiss you to begin with, but the more his lips and skilled tongue danced with your own, the more you wanted from him. His hands began to roam your still awakening body and gently teased your flesh. When he pulled away, a soft, wanting moan escaped your lips. Loki grinned at your reactions.

“I’ve only one day with you before-,” the raven haired man stopped and looked towards the door. Before... before what? Your own anxiety made a knot form in your stomach and tightness to build in your chest. A soft knock at the door made you jump and the man that entered shortly after looked absolutely terrified, clearly aware that Loki hated being interrupted.

“I’m sorry sir, but the council requires your presence... immediately...” the poor man kept his gaze low, and quickly exited the room once the message was relayed. Loki sighed irritably and lifted your head from his lap so you were sitting straight.

“You will remain here, exactly like this, until I return.” He said as he slipped his jacket on before leaving you alone in the room.

***

The silence of the room gnawed at your mind. You were too afraid to breathe, let alone move. However, that didn’t stop your mind from racing. What had he tried to say before being interrupted? He only had a day with you before - - what? Before you were to be sent back to the other girls? Before you were given to other members of his staff? Before you were to be discarded? What?! Your ‘tranquil’ silence was broken from the sounds of sex coming from the room below you, which didn’t help to soothe your restless mind, and when screaming moans from the room below you completely took over, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to get up and do something, but the warning from Loki rang in your mind. Stay exactly where you are. Don’t move... Your brows furrowed, you had to stop being so foolish. You could just return to where Loki had left you before he returned. You rolled your eyes for acting like such a terrified idiot and removed yourself from the bed.

You moved around the room without even thinking where you were going. You played with the few knick-knacks that Loki had around the room, picked at a small platter of breakfast foods that had been left, you presumed for you, and, eventually, wound up on the daybed, nibbling on a sweet apple pastry while looking into the hologram of New York. You weren’t sure how long Loki had been away, and as you looked into a past that could never return, you found yourself caring less and less. You didn’t care if he came back and found you - - actually, yes you did... You were about to take another bite of the pastry when you realised something... Something sad and pitiful; you realised that fear was going to be a part of your life from now until the day you died... You were sure tears were about to fall down your cheeks, but something stopped them. Music... the same music you had thought you were imagining last night.

It had been far too long since you heard the sound of sweet, peaceful music... You closed your eyes and took several deep, steadying breaths. The entrancing melody of the harp and the soft guitar plucking... it was magical. You slowly began to sway in your seat and hum to the music, and, before you knew it you had been transported back to your life before Loki had taken over. You were at home, surrounded by friends, and acting like the totally maniacs you were. The visions of your friends smiling faces within your mind made your heart ache with such ferocity you were sure it was going to burst right out of your chest. You lay back on the daybed and tried not to let the tears slip from your eyes as you began to softly sing along with the melody, you knew you weren’t a world class singer, but you just couldn’t stop yourself...

It wasn’t a happy song, and yet it wasn’t a sad song either. It was a song of love, like so many were, and, like everything, was completely open to interpretation, but the more you mulled over the meaning of the lyrics, the louder you began to sing. You were still aware of the rooms and people around you, but... something just clicked. The switch in the back of your mind that stopped you acting like yourself was turned off, and you felt like your old self, if only for a short moment.

Suddenly the door handle clicked and turned, you immediately stopped singing. Damn it. Was he returning already?! You sat up as quickly as you could when you heard him enter the room. His usually cold and stern green eyes were glazed over, almost as if he was in some kind of dream state. However, when he realised where you were, the dark seeded anger returned to his features. You had disobeyed him, and how you were going to pay...

*Loki’s POV*

Loki cursed his useless staff all to Helheim. They drag him away from his toy when he had less than a day to play with her before leaving? How dare them! They had no manners, or working minds for that matter. He had specifically told them to leave him be for one day, but they couldn’t even manage that! He grit his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, perhaps one last bout of pleasure with (Name) would settle his mind.

The meeting had unsettled him to say the least... The Teacher had ‘accidentally’ killed a few of the girls after their altercation yesterday, and, though Loki wanted to remove him from his post, he couldn’t. That damned man never taught any one apprentice everything, so no one could take over if he was removed. Loki raked his hand through his hair. And the quivering group Thor claimed to be a part of had reared its ugly head again and attempted to ‘free’ one of the colonies that had been set up. Useless, they were all useless! As the raven haired man made his way down the empty hallway, he made a mental note to see to the destruction of the irritating instruments that the whorish floozies in the staff’s quarters played when they grew bored. However, all of his anger and irritation began to slip away. It wasn’t just that repetitive melody anymore... It was a voice; hushed and uncertain, but beautiful none the less.

“The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

You left me in the dark

No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight

In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat

I tried to find the sound

But then it stopped and I was in the darkness

So darkness I became...” The song continued, but the only thing Loki could hear was the angelic hum of the voice, the lyrics not mattering at all to him.

It was only when he reached his bedroom door that he realised where the voice was coming from. It was her. It was his plaything that had the calmingly hypnotic voice... Quickly he opened the door, a little faster and harder than he intended, causing her to immediately stop singing and sit up from her place on the bed. He wasn’t quite sure what made his stomach clench. Was it the fact that the melody continued without (Name)’s voice to guide it? Was it the fact that she had moved from the place he had told her to stay? Or could it have been the terrified look that had crossed her features? Loki mentally slapped himself. It didn’t matter, he was back and could play with her some more... but... was that what he actually wanted? Damn his mind. Just focus. Slowly he made his way forward, towards (Name), towards his toy.

*Your POV*

Loki was standing directly in front of you, and you could do nothing but focus on the floor underneath his feet. You felt his hand slowly run through your hair.

“I told you to stay where you were...” he warned in a low growl, his hold on your hair tightening slightly. “However, you should count yourself lucky. I haven’t the time to punish you and play with you.” Cautiously you looked up, unsure what he was implying. Your eyes or face must have given away your uncertainty because Loki sighed softly before continuing. “Several days ago I scheduled a trip to one of the many colonies the Midgardian’s set up. I leave in a few hours and, as much as making you suffer would appease me; I don’t want the last image I have of you for the next week to be one covered in blood and screaming.” Your eyes widened. His idea of punishment made you tremble slightly. You had been taught to cope with beatings... but not once had they ever drawn a large amount of blood. The mental pictures made you regret eating the few morsels of food from the platter... He suddenly gripped your jaw and forced your eyes to refocus. “Do you understand now?” he asked impatiently.

“Y-yes...” you stuttered. Lazily his fingers trailed down your neck,

“Now, my pet, was that you singing?” he asked with an unsettlingly calm smile. Your throat closed off and stopped you from speaking, but you could see Loki’s patience slowly slipping away, so you did the only thing you could. You, rather rapidly, nodded your head. “Good, in that case-,” he sat down next to you and pulled you next to him, “you will sing for me...”

“I... I don’t understand...” you said nervously. The raven haired man rolled his eyes,

“It’s a simple request pet, or would you prefer to entertain me in other ways?” he asked with a smirk.

“But... there’s no music...” you said, noticing that the guitar and harp had died off. After you finished your sentence, you wanted to face palm. Why would you argue against a form of ‘entertainment’ that didn’t involve sex!? You feared how Loki would react...

“The tower has been self-sustaining since I arrived; Stark’s artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S., was altered but is still working just as well as the day he left. Request a song and sing...” he ordered, leaning back on the window and closing his eyes.

“U-um... J.A.R.V.I.S.?” you asked, completely sceptical that you would actually get a reply. A soft beep was the only thing you were given as a response. Your brows furrowed, was that the answer you were waiting for?

“I told you it was altered, didn’t I?” Loki said, not even bothering to open his eyes. His hand moved to gently trail over the mark on your neck. It was still a little painful, but more tolerable than when you first received the mark. You gave the AI your song choices, and started singing.

***

Every minute you were forced to serenade Loki, you could feel his gaze on you. It made you feel far more self-conscious than it should have, and, at times, caused your voice to crack; but... there was something almost sensual about it... You weren’t having your brains fucked out, and you weren’t acting like a whore... It was almost reminiscent of a normal relationship... You mentally chastised yourself. That was just ridiculous; there was nothing normal about your ‘relationship’ with Loki...

By the time Loki had tired of your singing, the sun was going down and it was time for him to leave. You still had many questions regarding what would happen while Loki was away. Would you be forced back into the shared room with the other girls? Would you stay in his room? You bit your lower lip. No... Surely not... The touch of fingers running over your cheek snapped you over your thoughts.

“Now pet, while I’m gone, you will stay here. Meals will be brought to you and anything you require will be taken care of by attendants.” Relief washed over you. You were going to stay in his room... You weren’t going to be in the open and vulnerable to anyone who wanted you. “This is all on the condition that you will not leave this room.” Loki dropped his hand from your cheek. Your brows furrowed. That seemed like an odd condition... “You will use J.A.R.V.I.S. to communicate with anyone outside of the room, which will be locked from the outside. Only the attendants and I will have a key.” Your mouth fell open slightly and your brows furrowed. That... that seemed like an excessive amount of protection just for you...

“Lo-Master,” you started, momentarily forgetting your ‘manners’. “I don’t understand; why are you going to such extremes to ensure I stay in here?” you asked in a hushed voice,

“Because there are people who have shown their intent to harm me by harming you. Or, they just want to harm you for the sake of it...” A cold tremor ran down your back and you felt the warmth and colour drain from your face. Loki chuckled and tangled his fingers in your hair before moving to gingerly cup your cheek. “Don’t worry pet. I will be the only one to touch you.” Had it been any other situation, you would have trembled at his words, but... what he said was oddly calming... You leaned into his touch slightly, catching the God of Mischief completely off guard. There was a moment where his eyes were soft and caring.... the same vulnerability you had seen earlier in the morning. However, it only lasted a moment. Loki straightened and left without another word.

You took a deep breath and steadied your rampant emotions. Why did your heart falter like that when he looked at you? Why were you growing attached to him?! One day of pleasantness can’t undo what he forced you to do, what he forced you to become! Your hand balled into tight fists. Maybe a warm bath would calm you...

***

You weren’t sure how long you were in the bath for, but when you re-emerged from the bathroom, dinner was laid out on one of the coffee tables, as was a bundle of robes that matched the one Loki made you wear. You tightened the towel around your bust before moving over to the silver platter. As you opened the cloche, you were immediately assaulted with the familiar meaty scent you had walked past yesterday. You reached down and picked up one of the meat chunks from the stew before eating it. It was absolutely delightful. You had eaten a little earlier, but nothing like this. You were about to go for another mouthful when someone knocked at the door, making you jump slightly. Quickly you grabbed one of the silk robes and threw it on before the door opened.

“My, my...” You stopped dead and slowly turned towards that familiar, that disgustingly familiar voice. “I’m glad you’ve been well taken care of while you have been out of my care...” Tears almost spilled over your eyes as a choked sob formed in your throat. What was he doing there? Why was he of all people standing in your doorway?! Was he supposed to be your attendant?!

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