Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

“What are you doing here...?” you asked, completely stunned. What was The Teacher doing in your room?! His bemused expression dulled.

“Hmmm... perhaps you were taken too well care of.” He said, shutting the door sharply before slowly stepping forward. “It’s been barely a day, and you’ve already forgotten your manners?” he shook his head and wagged his finger back and forth. He was such a condescending prick. You stepped backwards, hoping you could sneak back into the bathroom and lock yourself in, however The Teacher seemed to read your mind and he quickly made his way around you to slam the bathroom door shut. That was your chance. You ran towards the entrance to the room and tried to open the door, but no matter how you hard you shook the door and turned the handle, it refused to open. Loki’s words sang in the back of your mind. ‘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 eyes widened as you looked over your shoulder. The Teacher was standing, waving a key in the air with a sadistic grin over his face. You felt physically sick. He must have been one of the attendants. Loki had left you in the care of the only other man you really knew in the entire tower. He left you in the care of a mad man.

Your knees began to shake as he made his way over to you.

“What’s wrong (Name)?” he sang when he reached you. “Looking for something?” he trailed the cool metal of the key over the skin of your chest.

“If you touch me, Loki will never forgive you.” You used the only threat you had. If you screamed, you were sure no one would come to your aid, and, even if you could run, you had nowhere to run too... The Teacher chuckled at your feeble threat as he placed the key in his pocket.

“He won’t need to forgive, he’ll never know.” you were shaking like a leaf, and you hated it. You wanted to be strong, you wanted to be able stand up and dominate The Teacher’s looming presence... but you just couldn’t; being forced to submit over the past few weeks had completely depleted what inner-strength you had left.

You took a step backwards when The Teacher came towards you, and another, and another. Before you knew it, your back was pressed tightly against the door, and The Teacher was leaning over you, his member obviously erect. You wanted to gag when he moved that last inch forward, and his plump stomach and hard, yet tiny, manhood pressed into you. The Teacher chuckled and breathed in your scent. “You smell of him...” he growled darkly. You tried to shrink back and disappear into the door, but of course it didn’t work. “I’ll fix that...” he finished quickly as he snatched your arms and pulled you along towards the bed.

***

You struggled against his firm hold, but nothing you did seemed to have any effect. All too soon you were forced down onto the bed and stripped of the little clothing you had. You tried to cover yourself with something, anything; your hands, the blankets, anything. However, every single attempt you made was in vain because The Teacher ripped it all away. He then pinned you against the bed and used all of his weight to hold you there. You could feel him opening his shirt and pants before he pulled the latter lower on his legs and finally slip his member out of his boxers. Your muscles tensed, and you prepared yourself for the worst... He forced your legs open and entered you quickly to make sure you couldn’t close them or fight back. The small pressure from The Teachers member made you feel sick, and the feeling only grew as he began to slowly rock on you.

His weight on your body made it hard to breathe, and the small whimpers coming from your throat didn’t make it any easier. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, wanting the entire experience just to end. You tried to imagine yourself somewhere else, but over and over again, you were brought back to disgusting reality. So, instead you tried to focus on your visible surroundings, but that only forced memories of him into your mind... Loki.

As much as you hated him for leaving you to the mercy of The Teacher, he was the only thing that made it all bearable. The physical presence of the soft bed made it easier to lose yourself in the daydream. Loki... Loki... You remembered back to the first night he took you, his hands roaming your body hungrily, his member stretching your inner walls... but that wasn’t enough. The Teachers weight and size kept dragging your mind from the surprisingly blissful memory. It wasn’t that he was bigger than Loki, actually, it was quite the opposite, but the way he angled himself made you lower region ache with searing pain.

The Teacher chuckled darkly, thinking you were moaning in pleasure. The sound of his laugh was like nails on a chalkboard,

“Such a loose little whore,” he growled with a smirk. You tried to bite your tongue and stay silent, but you just couldn’t stop yourself,

“I’m not loose. You’re just tiny.” You spat back between breaths. The rocking stopped and you could feel The Teachers heavy glare settle on you.

“Say that again.” He reached up and clamped down on your hair. You felt your blood boil, and were unable to control your mouth,

“I said I’m not loose. You’re just insignificant in comparison to the man I’m used to.” You barked back. Almost instantly he ripped himself out of you and forced your knees above your head. The sudden change in position made you squeak and whimper in even more pain.

“I’m small am I, Little Whore?!” he bellowed, rubbing his length along your lower lips. “Then you shouldn’t mind if I use you until I get my fill...” he smirked as he entered you once more, this time with more force.

You tried to make him overbalance, but any move you made only forced The Teacher deeper into you. You closed your eyes once more, but the sounds coming from him were all around you. His panting, moaning, groaning... the sounds of his skin meeting yours, and the damp sounds coming from your own womanhood... It was all horrid. Slowly but surely The Teacher’s soft pants and moans became louder and louder. You knew what was coming, and you also knew that you definitely didn’t want it inside of you.

As his climax came closer, he leaned back and removed much of his weight from you, which also allowed him faster, harder and deeper access to your nether regions. You could feel his small member twitch within you, and decided that was enough. You mustered all of the strength you could, and threw your hips towards the side of the bed. The Teacher was in his own world, but with the added friction of your hips, he came. His warm, sticky seed sprayed over your bare chest and stomach. It made you want to vomit. The Teacher then collapsed on the bed next to you, huffing loudly.

You felt hollow. You had only ever been used in such a way by Loki, but now, having been taken by another man, your small sense of self-worth was completely gone. You felt like nothing more than an average whore. You had to supress a bitter laugh. Somewhere along the line, even after telling yourself you meant nothing to him, you had convinced yourself you were above all of the other girls he had taken, but you weren’t. Loki had left you to The Teacher, probably knowing what he would do. All that talk about your safety and the precautions he had taken were just to lull you into a false sense of security before your trust in him was shattered completely. You bit back a scowl. He was probably still in the building and watching everything The Teacher did to you on closed circuit television.

Suddenly your stomach flipped, and chest tightened, which did nothing more than confused you. Was your body telling you not to believe your head? Pfft stupid heart. The Teacher shifted slightly, a soft jingle reached your ears. Your (e/c) eyes moved over to his pants, which had fallen far below his knees. The ends of keys were sticking out of his pocket. You could grab them, get to the door, and start running down the hall before he even sat up. You thought of the likelihood of a situation like this happening again, and it wasn’t good. You had to take the opportunity when it offered itself to you so freely. And so you did.

***

Quick as a flash you plucked the keys from his pocket, stood up and ran to the other side of the room before he had even caught his breath. Your fumbling with the keys is what clued him onto what you were doing, but before he had even sat up, you were out the door; out the door and free - - for about two seconds. That was all the time it took for you to run into someone and fall to the ground.

The person you ran into was a boy, barely older than fifteen, probably the sons of one of Loki’s council, but still, even with the world the way it was, he was far too young to be holding a machine gun.

When you finally found your bearings, the young boy was already back on his feet, and in utter shock that a naked woman ran into him. Your mind snapped back into step when you heard the thumping footsteps of The Teacher, he was getting too close for your liking. You were about to stand and continue on your way when the boy pointed the gun at you. Immediately you froze, which gave The Teacher just enough time to catch up and throw you to the floor.

Your skin stung terribly from the cold, hard tiles, and the added weight from The Teacher leaning on your back only made it worse. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes. You were almost sure your chest was going to break under the pressure.

“Damn it boy, I told you to stand watch, not kill someone!” The pudgy man above you growled softly, buttoning the last inch of his shirt. The young boy was about to reply when the sound of two sets of footsteps sounded from down the hallway. You wanted to scream out for help, but you could barely breathe, let alone make a valiant effort to get someone else’s attention; however, you soon came to realise that you didn’t even need to call out. The two people were making their way over to you. Your chest suddenly tightened. What if they weren’t coming to help you...? What if they were coming to join in on The Teachers ‘fun’?

You no longer wanted to breathe, you wanted to slip away into the dark nothingness of death... but apparently The Teacher just loved to make you suffer. He lessened the weight on your back, allowing you to breathe properly for the first time in what felt like hours and threw a short robe over your shaking form. You were then hauled to your feet and placed with your back against the wall as The Teacher turned to greet the two men.

That was the first opportunity you had to see who had interrupted The Teacher. Before you stood two men in head-to-toe armour, one was tall, really tall, and visibly muscular, the other... well... not so much. They both made their way over to you, but neither even glanced at you, instead they were focused solely on The Teacher.

“Loki has given us orders, you are not to be here...” the taller guard said, removing his metal mask. What...? He wasn’t... he wasn’t your attendant? Your knees felt weak, had you not been against the wall, you probably would have fallen to the ground. The Teacher smirked,

“I was only passing by, when the treacherous little whore tried to escape, isn’t that right?” he turned to the young boy you had run into and glared, he received a nod in response.

“Y-yes. She surprised me and hit be from behind, if The Teacher wasn’t here, she would have escaped.” The boy said, refusing to look at you.

“N-No, wait, I didn’t! I - -,” you were cut off when The Teacher tangled his stumpy fingers in your hair and pulled your head sharply downwards.

“Don’t bother. The little bitch just doesn’t want the punishment Loki has arranged for her.” Your eyes widened and muscles tensed. Loki... what? He arranged punishment?! The Teacher snickered at your reaction. “That’s right (Name), he thought you’d try to run, and set up a punishment for when you were caught.” He was right by your ear. If he didn’t have such a tight hold of your hair, you would have thrown your head backwards in an attempt to break his nose; but that was impossible with the way he held you. The plump man stood straight and turned his attentions back to the guards, “I will take her back to the other girls; I’m already late for lessons as it is...” just as he began to move, the guard stopped him.

“That isn’t what we were told to do...” The taller one said sternly. Oh God... what had they been ordered to do...?

***

The two guards took you away from The Teacher and guided your down the semi-familiar hallways. You could still hear him behind the three of you. Of course he just so happened to be going the same way.... You were thankful though that the two guards stood between you and him... And yet... a nervous twinge of terror still gripped you. Where were they leading you? Just as you began to fear that you actually would be returning to the shared room with the other girls, you were yanked abruptly right by one of the guards and thrown into one of the prison cells. The cold and hard floor was a welcome change from the memory of The Teachers flabby and sweaty skin, but it didn’t make you feel any cleaner. The sticky stains of his seed were still covering much of your body, and it was almost like you could still feel him within your womanhood.

“Maybe a week in here will teach you some manners...” The Teacher growled from the doorway as he walked passed. The guard shut the cell door, but before he left, he spoke to you, too soft and kind to be a guard in a place like this.

“When Loki returns, and before you are returned to him, he will be told of everything I suspect has happened.” A soft shuffling sound came from outside, the guard looked over his shoulder to his smaller teammate who nodded and went outside. Why would one leave while the other stayed? Was he keeping watch or something? Your brows furrowed. No, what reason could they have to do that? The guard who was in front of you then knelt down to your level and leaned against the metal bars.

Being so close to him and able to clearly see some of his features... he looked so familiar. Where had you seen him before? His eyes were really the only thing you could see along with a few strands of brown hair... Deep chocolate brown iris’s... and the more you thought of it, the more you began to recognise his voice. Could he be the same man? No... Surely not... The man you thought of was terrifying, his voice was rough and cold and his eyes were lifeless.... This couldn’t be the same man from the meeting the other day.

“Barnes...” you murmured to yourself, trying to remember what Loki had called the man. You could have sworn you saw his lips quirk upwards through the material over his chin.

“You were meant to return to the other girls, but you will be safe here; Thor will make sure of that.” His brown eyes quickly darted over to the cell next to your own. A shadowed figure moved in the dim light sluggishly, almost as if they had just been woken up.

You turned back to the guard, but he was gone, and the door to the hallway shut behind them. You felt thoroughly confused. Why were you in a cell instead of back at the share room with the other girls? Why were those two guards willing to risk themselves to protect you from The Teacher? Your head began to spin, to stop yourself from falling the small distance to the ground you chose to willingly lie down.

“Are you feeling unwell?” the accent to the voice reminded you of Loki, but the tone was kinder and voice gruffer... You looked up. The shadowed figure was completely in view now. It really was Thor. His golden hair was a mess, and his skin covered in a fine layer of dirt and grime, but it was definitely him, it was the same God of Thunder you had seen all those months ago on the news trying to stop Loki.

“Why...?” you asked, trying to sit back up. “Why would they help me? Why do you care if I am unwell?!” your (e/c) eyes met with his icy blue ones and you could tell he was absolutely stunned. Had your emotions and mind become so warped that you had forgotten about basic human decency? No...That wasn’t it. There was no human decency in this place.

“Not everyone in Loki’s den serves him.” He said, leaning on the metal bars between your cells. It took you a moment to understand what he was implying,

“Traitors? Here?” you asked cynically, not believing a word. Okay, great, so your willingness to trust people has also diminished... Thor sighed softly,

“It doesn’t matter right now, all you need to know is that there are people who want to help everyone Loki has captured... They will get you and everyone else out of here.” The strain in his voice made you want to believe him; hell, he was giving you exactly what you had hoped for since Loki took over. Hope. Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes. He was giving you a light at the end of a dark and dangerous tunnel, so why did the prospect of being saved make your chest ache so much? You felt the cool tears slip down your cheeks. Were you really willing to let such simple words shake your resolve, after resigning to your fate? “What is your name?” he asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.

“(N-Name)...” you stuttered through the tears that gradually began to stop. Though your eyes were still waterlogged, you could see softness in Thor’s eyes that drew you deeper and deeper into his gaze.

“Well, Lady (Name), seeing as you are going to be here for a little while, would you care to tell me a little about yourself?” he asked with a kind smile. You didn’t want to delve into your past, but you didn’t want to linger on the present, nor dream of the future... you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded,

“Okay...” you said, shifting around to face him more, “what would you like to know?”

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