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Run.
Keep running.
Don’t stop. Can’t stop.
You had to hurry. Your feet pounded along the pavement, a not-so-steady collection of clacks and thumps from your boots. Your breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling unevenly as you attempted to push yourself forward. You had to go forward, or else a previously successful night would turn deadly real quick.
You were the best thief in the Nine Realms, notorious for how swiftly you could sneak into any domain and rob your victim blind without them even noticing you had been there in the first place. Well, you were as notorious as you could be. Your acts were better known than you, since you were a ghost, a mystery, a passing shadow.
You could sneak into a mansion, find the most valuable item around and leave before the guards even finished their lap around the home. You could enter a party as a foreign diplomat, swoon the righteous, and leave with heaps of jewels tucked in the folds of your dress. Your methods guaranteed a hit every time - you were quiet and cunning - and no one in the Nine Realms knew who was behind it all.
Well, except now. Tonight was the first time you ever slipped up. Now, you were being hunted, and if the rumors about your latest victim were true, you would be dead long before morning if you were caught.
It all started quite simply, actually. Sneak into the palace with the guardware you stole from a black market merchant that screwed you over three years ago and wait outside the prince’s quarters until the real guards come to escort him to the evening assembly of the realms’ leaders. At that point, the magic wards the prince guards his chambers with would be momentarily weakened - something that you’ve heard occurs whenever less magically gifted guards come to these chambers so as not to harm them with this advanced power. You would creep into his room just as he rounds the corridor away from you, swipe the gold forehead diadem encrusted with emeralds sourced from the heart of Alfheim, and make out through the door once again, as if you were a guard scanning the room for intruders following the prince’s exit.
It was bound to work. The wards would be lessened, the diadem was perched conveniently in the chamber seating room and you would blend in so seamlessly that even a wandering eye of another palace attendant wouldn’t be able to discern that you were not meant to be there. And that gold and emerald diadem would set you up for life - not just with funds beyond belief, but notoriety. You, the famed faceless thief of the realms would have robbed Prince Loki Odinson without getting caught.
You did the first part right. But, unfortunately, you were caught. Sort of.
You had grabbed the diadem and snuck out just as you were supposed to. As you retraced your steps through the palace, however, your instincts told you that something wasn’t right. You had only had this feeling one time, and that was when you almost got caught on Jotunheim too long ago. But now, that feeling was back. You couldn’t shake it.
Something had gone wrong.
You had made it outside, stripped out of the guards' wear and used what little magic you had to transform the cloth and metal to ash, which you scattered in potted plants and ponds. You were in your preferred outfit now, one so unassuming that you did not catch eyes for being too rich nor too poor. You were plain, standard, just how you liked it.
But even as you wandered the streets of Asgard, pivoting every which way to ensure your trail couldn’t be followed, you still did not feel right. It was when you passed by an older woman with thin, gray hair that you heard her gasp. You were sure an emerald was peeking out of your cloak, though you quickly dispelled that thought - you had transformed the diadem into a pocket watch shortly after leaving the prince’s chamber. No, it was not the diadem or the watch she had seen - it was Prince Loki, meandering down the street so casually, everyone would assume he was out for a casual, evening stroll.
Everyone, except you.
You weren’t sure what gave it away when you turned around to confirm that he was following you. Was it the fact that your face showed shock and fear, while everyone else’s showed reverence? And…admittedly, still fear. Was it the way your eyes stayed locked onto him, captured by his presence, instead of bowing to show your respect and worship?
Whatever it was, he knew you were the one he was looking for. And his smirk said exactly what you were thinking - I know exactly who you are and what you have stolen from me.
You had turned away quickly, trying to walk casually through the streets and shake him off your path. But everywhere you went, the murmurs of Loki’s name followed you. Finally, you pushed through a crowd that had begun to form for the prince, slowing his already leisurely pace slightly, and used the commotion to your advantage to slip down an alley.
And. Run.
You were quick and fast, ducking through smaller alleys and even through huts and homes. But no matter where you went, he followed. And though he walked painstakingly slowly and you ran as fast as you could, he always seemed to be right behind you.
You felt yourself getting too tired, your thighs were burning from exertion and your chest was tightening, breath thinning with every smack of your boots on the ground. In a last ditch effort, you turned and pushed over a line of pots, hoping to slow Loki down and draw a crowd to his location.
You skidded down a quiet, dark alley. Damn this - you should just throw the diadem away! It wasn’t worth it now. Loki knew your face, and as long as he knew your face, he wouldn’t stop chasing you. But if the prince was as deadly as the rumors said, giving back the diadem with a sheepish apology would do nothing. If anything, he would get his gems back and you would still have your life taken from you. If you were to die, you wanted to do so with at least the crown, or pocket watch, still attached to your person.
You had to stop, you could barely breathe, and if you wanted to escape you needed all of the energy you could get. You listened carefully, and noted there was no sound of steps behind you. Had you truly lost him? Slowing down to a jog, you let your footfalls become silent, slinking through the shadows and pressing yourself against the alley wall. Carefully, as if the very stones beneath your boots would break, you tiptoed, holding your breath as best you could to blend into your surroundings. You checked either side of the alley, and with a near silent exhale, you realized you were finally alone.
You leaned your head back against the wall, giving yourself a moment to collect yourself. You spread your arms out along the wall, stretching your muscles and hoping it would help you take more air into your abused lungs. Your legs were trembling and your throat was dry as the desserts of Midgard. Ten seconds. That was all you would allow yourself to rest before you continued on your way. After a few seconds of steadying your breath, you made to push yourself from the wall.
Only, you couldn’t move.
For a moment, you believed that it was just the exhaustion and adrenaline drop that was causing you to freeze. But after you gave another tug away from the wall, you found you were truly stuck.
You tried to thrust your arms forward, providing momentum for the rest of your body, but your arms remained firmly glued to the wall. It was as if you were bound there, able to wiggle and writhe but fully incapable of extracting your arms and upper body from the wall.
Panic was setting in - how were you expected to break free from this…this…enchantment? Truthfully, you had no idea what to do, but you had to figure it out fast before Loki found you. You kicked the wall, thrashed about, even tried sinking back into the wall in hopes that you could melt away from the bindings. But nothing worked, and before long, you could sense that you weren’t the sole inhabitant of this alley.
Loki rounded the corner like a wraith, nearly gliding with precise steps and a cool, collected figure. All you could see was his silhouette, backed by the lights of the more populated alley you had left behind. You began panting, thrashing once again against your invisible restraints.
“Ah, there you are. Are we done running now?” His voice was as calm as his posture. If anyone had overheard him speak, they would surely think he was conversing with a friend. But you knew better. You were not his friend. In fact, you were probably his greatest enemy. His steps fell closer to you and he came into better view, green eyes lit like a cat’s as he approached you. As he came closer, you saw the same smirk that taunted you before covering his face. He glanced around the wall and shrugged. “Well, I suppose you are. Don’t have much of a choice to do so, do you?”
“What is happening to me?” You were scared, more than you ever had been. You struggled again but to no avail. Loki looked along the wall next to you and pointed his chin.
“You’ve been caught,” he said simply, as if you weren’t bound by pure mystery. “In your defense, it was not without a bit of work. Good chase, you gave. Unfortunately, my shadows were just a bit too quick for your fox feet, my darling little thief.”
His shadows? For the first time since your capture, you stopped to look at the walls above you. Sure enough, two shadowy figures of Loki, his terrifying horned helm and all, reflected back at you. In his hands were your wrists and your shoulders, firmly positioning you against the wall. You swallowed down the scream you were going to let out. Magic, right. You knew he had it, obviously. God of Mischief and all. But you assumed his magic went as far as wards, transformation, summoning…control of shadows? Control of darkness? How many tricks did this prince have up his sleeve?
You turned back towards him and realized, maybe you had an out here. You trembled, slinking back against the wall and shook your head.
“Thief? I’m no thief,” you said timidly. You opened your palms to him, showing him you bore no weapons and were no threat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Loki rolled his eyes and stepped closer. Now, you could see everything - the sharp lines of his face, the crease of his brow, the patterns etched into his armor. If the rumors about him being deadly weren’t true, then you could at least confirm that the rumors of him being the most stunning creature ever created were. He was…formidable, dangerous and devastatingly beautiful.
Should have just robbed a portrait of him.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he whispered, lifting two fingers up to pinch your chin. He tilted your head up to look him in the eyes - no small feat, since he was at least a head taller than you. “The guards wear. My chambers. The diadem.” The last word was more of a growl, and you could see the anger in his eyes. “How disrespectful could you be. Stealing from your prince, your god? Pathetic.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you countered. “A diadem? I don’t even know what that is.”
“Lies,” he spat, and his shadows held you tighter. “Lying to your prince is yet another offense. And trust me when I say, you will never be able to lie to me.”
What was the tail end of his title again? God of Mischief, God of Lies. Right. Bad move to lie. Still, you could work around this.
“Prince Loki,” you said slowly, bowing your head as best you could with it locked in his grip. “I have no diadem on me. Please, search. You won’t find it.”
Loki flared his nostrils and leaned back, dropping his hand. He stood there for a moment, sizing you up, before waving a hand. His shadows lifted from the wall, materializing into tangible, willowy beings that fumbled along your body. Loki licked his lips and watched them feel you, touch you, and admittedly, it didn’t feel terrible. The shadows’ hands coursed along your body until one slipped into a hidden inner seam of your cloak and extracted the pocket watch. Loki tilted his head and gave a curious grin.
“Now, what do we have here?” His tone may have been playful, but his eyes indicated he was anything but.
“A watch,” you said, standing your ground despite the tremble in your legs…and the mild dampness between them.
“A watch,” Loki mused, taking the delicate chain in his hand from his shadow. He dangled the curious object before snorting. A green shimmer washed over the watch and instead of a chain hooked over his finger, it was the base of the diadem. You paled as he admired the crown. “Doesn’t look like a watch to me.” He looked back at you and curled his lip. “Liar.”
“You…you did that! That was a watch, trickster!” You struggled to fend off the shadows but their ghostly grips tightened on you.
“I thought I said never to lie to me. Do you truly think that I am so dimwitted as to not know a simple transformation spell? Magic runs in my veins,” Loki said, stalking up to you. “Magic runs in everything I own.” He cupped your cheek, gently yet hauntingly. “Everyone I own.”
It was over. He knew the truth. You slumped against the wall, defeated, and the shadows loosened their hold ever so slightly. If you were going to die, you may as well find out how he figured it all out.
“How?” Your question was quiet, clipped. “No one has ever caught me in my entire time doing this.”
“As I said, magic runs in my veins and in all I own,” Loki explained. “I enchant everything that is mine. And everyone that enters my chambers leaves with an enchantment as well. There is not a single moment that passes where I do not know where everyone and everything is. The moment you entered my chambers, with your unfamiliar signature, my magic clung to you and I felt the energies shift. I locked in on that signature and found you, carrying my diadem, and sneaking off to turn a profit.” Loki looked down at the crown. “I assume, at least, that was your goal. You could have also been tipping this to the Dark Elves to wage war against Alfheim. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see.”
Hm. Didn’t think of that.
“You are very intelligent, my prince,” you spoke softly. You hoped some reverence would lessen your sentencing.
“I am, and at least you are being truthful on that opinion. You see, little thief, the good thing about intelligence is knowing how to judge a thing and what to do with it.” Loki leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a purr. “And I am intelligent enough to know that a good thing like you cannot be wasted.”
You lifted your eyes to meet his, which danced with mischief. You swallowed, hardly noticing the shadows’ hands on you when Loki’s pale skin was pressed to yours. “How do you mean?”
“I mean, you are skilled. Talented. I’ll admit that much, though you could not best me. You have, however, bested beings across the realms without any bit of suspicion. That, my dear, could be of use to me,” Loki hummed, trailing his thumb over your cheek. “Think of all the things I could do across these realms with you as my little thief.”
“The possibilities would be endless,” you encouraged, nodding. Becoming Loki’s thief? Well, that’s a fever dream. But, if it meant you could live, you would just about do anything.
“Indeed. Though, I am not so benevolent. I do require a price for your transgressions this evening,” Loki said. Your eyes filled with questions, which of course he saw, as his shadows disappeared. Suddenly, Loki had you pressed against the wall with his own hard, tangible body. You stifled a gasp and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine at his proximity. Damn the beautiful god. Loki chuckled and leaned in closer, so close his lips nearly touched your cheek. “The price I demand is you, locked in my chambers, left to my will.”
“L-Loki…” you stammered, the mild dampness growing more and more noticeable. “I…”
“Just one night. Then, you are free.” Loki leaned back and smirked. “Well, free to live. You will be my thief for the foreseeable future, but that’s better than death, is it not? All I ask is one evening of your time to do whatever, however, I want.”
You had two options. Scream, refuse and die. Pleasant. Or, you could let the dark, brooding, dangerous, cunning and fucking beautiful god take you back to his room to…what? His posture didn’t scream torture or blood. No, it signaled…fun. Deviousness.
Pleasure.
Loki confirmed this by leaning into you, the hardness beneath his armor pressing to your leg. Oh. Pleasure for sure.
You weighed the options again - death or sex. Alright. Not a hard choice when you considered that your soaked cunt, fiery heartbeat and flushed cheeks all signaled that you wanted the latter option too. Badly.
“I accept your offer, my prince,” you said, tilting your head up firmly to look him straight into the eyes. “I am yours for the evening. Whatever you wish to do. And when the sun rises, you set me free and let me live. I’ll be your thief, retrieve what you wish, but you will never harm me, never send me to my grave and never condemn me for what I have done or will do when I steal for you.”
Loki’s grin grew. “A fair trade. Though, I wouldn’t say that you being mine ends tomorrow. No, sweet, you will be begging to return to those chambers you desperately broke into before.” Loki pressed his hardened crotch to you harder. “And this time, it is not a diadem you will be aching for.”
Before you could answer, Loki had transported you to his chambers. An annoying thing, really, knowing he made you run all that time when he could have just transported in front of you to take back the diadem. Still, at least you didn’t need to walk all the way back to the palace. Loki separated himself from you and handed you the diadem, then pointed to the table it once occupied.
“Return it before we start,” he instructed, back straight and all mischief stripped from his face. You nodded and walked to the table. Before you could place the delicate brow crown on the table, Loki stopped you with a dark voice. “No, no. Kneel when you return it.”
You took a breath, and while you could have fought back, you patiently sank to your knees and placed the crown upon its rightful stand. You heard Loki hum as he stepped behind you. He placed his head on the back of your head and admired the returned gems.
“Ironic, isn’t it? The thief returns the crown that would have set her up for life. Not only that, she does so willingly and on her knees, practically begging for forgiveness.” Loki pet your head before tugging your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “It is a good position, I will admit. Very useful for what we’re about to do next.”
Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew what he meant, you on your knees looking up at him. Subservient. Loki’s thumb moved to swipe over your bottom lip. He was so close and the skin of his hands was so rough - hardened from years of battle experience and magic. It sent shivers down your spine and a pulse between your legs. As he traced your mouth, you realized this wasn’t just a task for you to complete to win your freedom. No, you wanted this. Wanted him. Badly. There was something so thrilling about being under the thumb - literally - of his all powerful god. One who clearly thought you cunning and intelligent, who recognized your skill and respected it, and admittedly, saw through you with such sharpness to recognize exactly how to win you over.
Maybe Loki was right about you not being so eager to flee to freedom after this was over.
Carefully, you parted your lips and took his finger into your mouth, sucking on it gently and twirling your tongue over the tip - a tease at what was still to come. This seemed to break Loki’s calm resolve. His eyes darkened and shadows scaled over his face. In a near instant, his thumb was pulled from your mouth and replaced by his cock, freed from his armor.
You gagged at the sudden intrusion, your hands coming up to rest on Loki’s hips. He shook his head and smacked your hands away. Your hands were pulled behind your back, wrists crossed and fingers pulled into fists, magic binding you in place.
“Much better,” Loki growled, thrusting in and out of your warm, wet mouth “Kneel and be good for me, I know you want to.”
Fuck. You did. You swallowed him down, letting Loki use your mouth as you pleased. You watched him from your spot on the ground, his mouth a gentle “o”, grunts coming from his lips, brows furrowed in pleasure. When you gave a particularly aggressive suck and swirl of your tongue, Loki’s eyes fluttered shut and the most divine moan escaped him. To bring a god to such pleasure, now that was the true reward you would steal from tonight.
Your cheeks were flushed, jaw tightening, but you continued to work along Loki’s cock. His hips were getting sloppy, pulsing unevenly as pleasure overtook him. You could tell Loki was close, the sweat beading on his brow told you so. You moaned around his cock, sending sweet vibrations through his body. Loki gasped but pulled from your mouth. The magical bindings fell from your hands as Loki hoisted you from the ground.
“You continue that and I will go back on my promise,” Loki growled, pulling you against his body. His armor was chilled against your heated body and you wanted it off, now. Loki leaned in, smirking. “I fear I may have to keep you locked here forever.”
You didn’t have time to think when Loki kissed you. It was rough, fast, aggressive, full of want and desire and need. You had to have him. Your hands flew to his black hair, tangling in the locks to keep him against you. He tasted like mint and the fresh falling snow you used to catch on your tongue. As your mouths mingled, you felt yourself sigh, “Loki…”
He groaned and lifted you up, settling you against his hips as he continued to kiss you, moving through his chambers and into the slumber portion of the rooms. He tossed you onto the bed, finally breaking the kiss. From the back of his armor, he pulled an emerald studded dagger. You were sensing a theme. Your eyes widened but Loki shook his head and placed a palm on your chest.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, lifting a brow. You pursed your lips and stared at the dagger, then slowly lifted your eyes to him. Your chin raised and you smiled, sweetly, innocently.
“Yes, my prince, I do,” you said. That quickly disintegrated Loki’s last resolve. He took the dagger and sliced it down your clothes, freeing your body in seconds. The blade was so sharp, your clothes melted off of you like mere strings. “Hey!”
“I’ll replace it,” Loki mumbled, leaning down to catch your nipple in his mouth. “I simply couldn’t wait any longer to see what you have been hiding from me this whole time.”
“Couldn’t you have used magic for that? You’ve used it for everything else,” you said, squirming as he trailed kisses down the expanse of your body. Loki peeled up and gave you a look.
“If you don’t stop complaining, I’ll be gagging you for the rest of this.” His tone was entirely serious and you weren’t sure why that excited you so. Loki grinned and chuckled. “Like that idea? I knew I’d enjoy you.”
With that, Loki dove between your legs, shoving your thighs up to your stomach as he feasted upon you. You tossed your head back, letting out the loudest moan you have ever heard from yourself. Divine pleasure shot through your body, curling around your legs and up your spine, dancing along your breasts. It had to be magic, you were certain, but the way Loki was tasting you, licking you, devouring you - that was purely and utterly physical.
“Loki…oh my god…Loki…” you moaned, one hand finding his hair, refusing to let him go, and the other gripping the silky bed sheets. The silk sheets pressed along your back, and you assume Loki used his magic to melt your clothes away completely, but you could not care less. You were being worshipped by a god.
“Yes,” Loki whispered, peppering kisses along the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “I am your god. Now sing for me, my good girl.”
Loki flashed his dark eyes at you. A command, then. He leaned back in and used his tongue, his lips, his teeth to pleasure you. His precise tongue flicked your clit, and his expert lips sucked it until you were delirious. There were stars in your eyes and tingles in your body. Every ounce of you was filled with pleasure, and Loki knew precisely what he was doing. One hand moved from your thighs to rub along your cunt, smearing the wetness along his fingers. You ground your hips against him, but Loki pulled back, glistening palm beside his glistening mouth.
“Don’t be greedy, my little thief. Ask nicely,” Loki instructed.
You swallowed your pride and looked down at him, your skin flushed and your chest heaving. “Please, Loki, please touch me. Please give me more. Please give everything to me. I need you.”
A smirk danced on Loki’s face. Without a word, he moved his hand up to your mouth and you instantly took his long, spidery fingers into your mouth. If you thought you were eager before, now you were ravenous. You sucked on his hand, licking your wetness clean off of his skin.
You had never seen a man - a god - look so taken with you.
Loki’s fingers left your mouth and immediately slipped into your waiting hole, two fingers curling inside of you and pumping eagerly. Your head fell back onto the sheets as you cried out - his name, his curses, his praise. Loki stepped over you, still covered fully in his armor and grabbed your face with his other hand, forcing you to look at him.
“You will look into my eyes when you cum,” he demanded, his pace unrelenting. You nodded as best as you could in his grip, words no longer a thing you were capable of. Loki slid a third finger in and spread them as best he could, preparing you for his cock. You writhed around, pleasure forcing your body to thrash. But even as you struggled to contain your pleasure on his bed, your eyes never left his. They were so dark, so consuming, and you wanted to melt into them. Loki leaned in, the smell of you lingering on his lips. “You can hardly contain yourself, can you? No matter, I want you to cum. I want you to drench my fingers in your pleasure. I’ve heard you sing, but I want more. Cum now, my good girl, my little thief, and let me see how you dance for me.”
Loki’s fingers curled and grazed the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your back arched from the bed and you shouted Loki’s name. He drank it in, his eyes shadowy as he kept his gaze on you. He moaned with you, nodding as he continued to finger you through your high. You descended slowly, Loki’s movements drawing out your orgasm, but even as you fell down, Loki gave you little to no break. In a glow, his armor was off, revealing his body.
You clenched around his fingers and he laughed - a genuine, joyous laugh - and leaned in to kiss you, fingers still slowly stroking you. Between kisses, he murmured against you, “how you worship me, my good girl.”
“Hard not to,” you whispered, stroking your hands along the long planes of his abdomen. “You truly are what they say - the gorgeous, dark god.”
“I am honored,” he said softly and you could tell he meant it. But, you didn’t have even a moment to savor the sensitive moment, for Loki had flipped you over, sat upright with you on his lap and sank you down onto his cock. Your head rolled backwards as he filled you, more than you had ever been. Noises couldn’t even break through your lips as he sheathed himself inside of you. Loki moaned, his eyes fluttering as you absorbed him. “That’s it, little thief. Take it. Take my cock like you took my crown. Take it like you will take your freedom. Take my cock completely.”
As Loki bottomed out, your thighs shook and your nails bit into his thick, muscled shoulders. You were breathing heavily, trying to gather yourself, but you wanted this. You wanted to please Loki. Fuck, you wanted Loki, all that he was. You rolled your head forward, bit your lip, lifted yourself from his cock and promptly ground back down.
“Oh, fuck, Loki,” you gasped as you began to ride him, keeping as best of a pace as you could as your body trembled. Loki helped you, guiding you up and down on his cock. Your mingled moans filled the room, gasps and aches coursing through both of you. You had to have him in you forever, you decided. You bouncing paused as you settled at the base of his cock, rotating your hips in circles. Loki’s eyes widened and he cursed, hanging onto you so tightly you were sure you would bruise.
“What a naughty girl,” Loki growled, leaning it to bite your lip between his teeth. “So desperate for her god’s cock. Take it, that’s it. Fuck, you’re divine.”
You continued to grind on him until you couldn’t take it anymore. You lifted yourself again and bounced in his lap, every thrust sending shocks through your veins. Loki picked up the pace, his hips moving up to meet yours and his hands forcing your body down onto him even harder.
“L-Loki…need…oh please…please…” you whined, physically unable to move anymore. The pleasure was that intense. Loki hushed you and kissed your shoulder, sucking a bruise into your collarbone.
“I know what you need,” he whispered. With that, you were flipped again, back smacking against the bed as Loki knelt above you, railing into you. Your eyes rolled backwards as Loki thrust into you, unapologetically and with his own agenda - to own you.
As his cock thrust into you, you felt his hands grazing over your body. When you managed to open your eyes, you realized what you were feeling were not his physical hands. No, those were gripping the thighs he had tossed over his shoulders. You were feeling those phantom, shadowy hands along your body. You cried out, arching into their touch.
“Good girl,” Loki purred. “My friends wanted to come and play too. You are so perfect, little one, they couldn’t help it.” Loki leaned in and thrust even harder, the sturdy, golden bed shaking. “Tell me, pet, would you let my shadows fuck you? I could press you against the wall and let them take turns. Mmm, fuck, perhaps we could all even share.”
Loki’s fingers touched your clit and you were gone. The thought of it - being bound by one shadow, fucked by the other, and Loki in control the entire time. You crested over the mountain and came, clenching around Loki’s cock and milking him with your body. Loki cursed and tossed his head back, thrusting several more times before cumming inside of you. You didn’t even care about the carelessness, the mess, you were his, wholly and fully.
Loki moaned as he continued to fuck you slowly, riding out his high and extending yours. He slowed to a stop before finally pulling out, and you felt his cum follow. Loki held you, catching his breath - that beautiful, pale chest rising and falling - as you saw the shadowy hands that once bound you collect the cum that fell from you.
“Loki, my prince…oh!” The shadows pressed inside of you, returning Loki’s cum to where it belonged inside of you. Loki chuckled and stepped away, stretching as he crossed the room. He stood by the window, night befallen over Asgard and waved his hand. The shadows disappeared into the dark corners of his room, leaving you alone on his bed. You sat up and stared at Loki’s back, covered in years of battle scars…and your nail marks, too. “Loki, ah, my prince?”
Loki turned back to you and swept his hand toward the window. You couldn’t help but notice his cock was still hard. “You did very well, my little thief, I am pleased. You may return to the streets, if you would like.” You raised a brow and Loki shrugged. “I may be the dark god but I do honor my promises. You are free to go, should you please, but when I need you, remember, you are mine.”
You bit your lip and slowly slinked from the bed. You crossed the room and stood in front of Loki. You touched his chest and worked down to his hardened cock, wrapping your hand around it and flicking your wrist.
“Unfortunately, you may have been right, Loki. I have had you and now it seems the streets of Asgard aren’t good enough any longer,” you admitted, tugging on his cock.
Loki grinned and tangled a hand in your hair, dragging you impossibly closer. “Unfortunately? No, dear, nothing about this is unfortunate. I fear I would not have let you go for even a moment without requiring your…services.”
“And what services would that be?” you asked, your nose brushing against his.
“This. Exactly this,” he whispered, lips ghosting over yours.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here to stay,” you said. Loki kissed you deeply, passionately, and you kissed him back. He was divine, regal, dangerous. He was where you wanted to be. After leaving you breathless, Loki pulled back and you saw shadows dance behind him.
“Very well then, little thief. Take what’s yours.”