A/N: This is my first NSFW piece of work, it is rated 'M' for mature themes. I hope you enjoy and you have been warned.
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Through the Rabbit Hole.
You squint against the vibrant colour and blinding light as the familiar rush of air whips around your hair. It isn't long until you're thrown from the portal into a lush green courtyard. Staggering to your feet you take in the surroundings. Everything looked the same, grand stone architecture stood in front of the imposing golden palace that rose to join the clear blue sky. It had been years since you'd seen this sky.
It was purely accidental when you first discovered one of the hidden portals during a game of hide and seek and landed in the lap of Loki, God of Mischief. He'd taken the surprise of having a seven-year-old girl nearly bowl him over quite well. No Midgardian had ever managed to set foot in Asgard and yet there you were staring up at him with big y/e/c eyes; he had to know you.
"Hello there little one..." His deep melodic voice was soothing but you quickly scrambled to your feet away from the man.
"W-w-where am I? Who-who are you?" You stammered in response.
A lazy grin spread across his pale features as he tilted his head to the side.
"This." He gestured widely his surroundings. "Is Asgard, and I am Loki; Prince of Asgard."
Loki noticed the panic that had seeped into your expression and how your small hands fisted the fabric of your clothes.
"It was nice to meet you, your Majesty, but I really need to go home now." You bobbed awkwardly while curtsying before whirling around to go back the way you came, except you couldn't.
You stare in horror at the flowering bush in front of you. Where was the banking that led up to the park? Turning to once again face Loki, you tried to slow your uneven breathing.
"Where are you from little one?" He asked softly while kneeling to match your height.
"Mummy said I'm not allowed to talk to strangers." You retort almost defiantly; his grin grows a little.
"But you know who I am, so are we not friends?" His eyes twinkle.
"You don't know me." You raised your chin in his direction.
"Well I'd very much like to change that." Loki replied matching your stare.
You hadn't intended to keep talking to the man, but his mild-mannered ways set you at ease in this alien setting, he'd offered to be a friend. At first you hadn't been very trusting, but the blue-eyed prince had tricks up his sleeve and you were back to your bright self in no time.
The same routine had continued for years, once or maybe even twice a week you would venture back through the portal to meet the raven-haired prince. He taught you the history of his world, the wonders of the other realms and anything he could think to keep you coming back so he could watch you grown both in mind and body.
The last time you had seen Loki, you were 17, it was like any other trip to Asgard, you'd lied to your parents about going to see a friend called 'Alice', and that you would be gone all day. When in actual fact you were going to take a trip through the portal to see your favourite silver tongued prince. The day had started out as they always did with you telling Loki about all that had happened since you'd last seen him, and him doing the same.
Over the years, Loki had become more of a crush to you, he'd always been sweet to you but as you grew you began to hope he could see you as something more. You had daringly stolen a kiss from his lips while he was lost in thought, he had been the perfect gentleman as you sat blushing ten different shades of red when he didn't return one. Always smiling and polite. But as he walked you back to the portals concealed entrance he had made it unbearably clear that a fish and a bird could never love one another.
In that moment you'd made the decision to never journey back through the rabbit hole. Instead you chose to remember how your relationship was before your colossal mistake. That way Loki could and would always be like your Prince Charming.
That was until the tragic events of New York in 2012. You always wondered how and why Loki had become so twisted and spiteful that he was prepared to rain hellfire down on humans.
But now here you were, six years later, stood in the quiet courtyard feeling more out of place than ever. There was no one waiting for you this time. Although why would there be, Loki was probably locked away deep in the heart of the palace.
You made your way out of the courtyard retracing your steps from memory, everything was as it had been. Soon you found yourself with your nose nearly touching the doors to one of Loki's favourite places; the library. You tentatively place your palms of the ornate doors, but you don't open them.
You had no good reason to be there.
"Y/n?" A voice whispers incredulously from behind, you nearly jump out of your skin.
You stand frozen for a moment, the sound of his velvety voice bringing back the lustful feelings from your teenage years, but you chase them away, using your anger as a bright torch to banish them back into the dark corners of your mind.
Turning slowly, you face Loki. His hair had grown but he looked the same as last time you saw him. His porcelain skin and chiseled features hadn't changed, but his chest seemed broader and his carefree demeanor was gone.
'Of course it's gone, he's a megalomaniac' You thought cruelly.
He wasn't the same man you had fallen in love with, you had wondered if he had ever been that man.
"Loki." Your voice is a breathless.
"It's been years, I thought I would never see you again." He admitted shyly.
You kept the anger and upset you felt in the forefront of your mind and let it bloom hotly in your chest. It would be your sword and shield in what would come next.
"Yes, well, New York nearly made sure that I would never see anyone again."
He looked at you unblinkingly. Guilt and shame gnawed at his insides and a slight sadness took over his once optimistic expression. He had endured anger from Odin and disappointment from his mother with relative ease but seeing the hurt he had caused in you very nearly broke his heart. The venom in your voice began to poison the hopes and daydreams he had conjured of you during your absence.
"The attack was a mistake I shall never stop paying for…" Loki admitted quietly after a while. The sincerity in his voice was unprecedented.
"… Forgive me Y/N, never in my wildest dreams had I imagined you would be hurt because of my foolishness." He had taken a careful step towards you.
Hot tears burned your eyes and blurred your vision. You blinked quickly willing them away, he did not get to make you feel guilty for your words. You had come back to Asgard with a plan and a job to do. You didn't have time to be overcome by silly teenage emotions. Yet there you were feeling overwhelmed by the man stood in front of you, the speech you had prepared was being forgotten and all you wanted to do was run to him as you did before.
"K-keep your declarations to yourself trickster." You proclaimed but your courage was dwindling.
"Silver-tongued I may be, I have never lied to you Y/N." His stance shifted to one of defense, he had been stung by your words.
'Good.'
"How can I believe you? Why would I believe you! You set out to destroy my world, if you cared for me you would've thought about that!" Remembering why you came, you launched your attack.
This raised his hackles and it two long strides he was toe to toe with you. So close you could practically smell him.
"I had my orders." His voice was harsh but strained.
Your brows knitted together in confusion as you gazed up into his misty blue eyes. Orders? Someone had sent him to attack earth? Why?
"You had orders?" Your previous vehemence was gone, an unknown expression flashes across his face.
There it was; the crack in his beautiful façade. He sighed heavily and just like a deflated balloon his shoulders sagged and he dropped his head. His forehead was just a hairs breadth away from yours.
"I have paid for my treachery."
"Loki, who-" Your press.
"'Who' does not matter anymore little one" he diverted again.
Placing your hands on either side of his head you force him to look at you.
"Of course, it does, what if they try again, we-we need to be prepared." You speak hurriedly, remembering the terror you felt in New York.
"No." There's a tone of finality in his voice.
You begin to remove your hands from his person when he reaches up and captures your wrist, holding your hand to his cheek. Savoring the contact. His grasp sent heat through your veins inviting in your teenage fantasies in. You knew that deep down you still harbored feelings for the God, and the revaluation that Loki had acted on orders had your defenses crumbling.
You both stood there observing each other, neither sure of what to do next. For the second time in your life you are contemplating repeating the act that had driven you apart the first time. You glanced down at his lips and then back to his eyes, almost seeking permission. When he made no attempt to stop you as you carefully crept forward, eyes fixed on his mouth. His tongue darted out to dampen his parted lips as you closed the distance.
The kiss was gentle and unsure. You pulled away remembering how the last kiss you had shared felt. With one more glance his hand wrapped around the back of your neck and crashed his lips to yours. His mouth felt hot as he concentrated open kisses on your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You yielded to him as he pulled you flush against his body. His tongue quickly found its way inside and began to explore.
He kept one hand cradling the back of your neck while the other snaked down your back, coming to rest on your bum where he palmed the flesh. You wrap you arms around his neck securing yourself to him and let out a throaty moan of approval.
Loki lifts you off the floor and secures your legs around his hips. The position makes you feel vulnerable. You don't part from him or open your eyes as he begins walking, instead you savor the sensation his movements cause in your core. He breaks the heated kiss as he sits on the edge of a bed, cradling you in his lap. There's a fire in his eyes, a burning passion. But he's asking. His need for you is evident but he wants you to come to him willingly. Leaning into him, he lays back against the soft fabric. You both roll so that you are on your sides, facing each other.
"I want you to smile for me, not fear me." He confesses, his voice barely a whisper. A hand reaches out and brushes a Y/H/C strand behind your ear. You scoot closer, tangling your legs with his.
"What would you do for my smile?" Your voice I soft as he changes position, giving him the high ground.
"Anything." He silences you with another tender kiss, gently pulling your jumper over your head.
Bracing himself on his forearm, he lowered his head down, his attention now fixed on your exposed skin, trailing searing kisses down your neck, check, deep into the valley of your breasts. He whispers your name against your soft skin. Your bra comes away with ease. You sigh and push deeper into the softness of the bed as his mouth closes around a nipple, swirling and nipping the sensitive nub. Loki is considerate as his free hand kneads the flesh of your breast, occasionally lightly pinching your nipple.
Your hands pull at his tunic and he flattens himself on top of you, making his feelings known. He rolls his hips, pressing his erection into your abdomen. Moving downwards he removes your jeans and panties in one swift motion leaving you exposed. You move to cover yourself, but powerful hands grasp you legs and open you to him. He tentatively reaches for your core. Warm fingers graze your folds, spreading the wetness. The pad of his thumb massages the ball of nerves making you moan.
He watches you, fascinated by how affected you are. The rosy blush coating your cheeks, your swollen parted lips, the soft rise and fall of your chest occasionally disrupted by quick pants.
"Y/N…" He calls. You suck your bottom lip into your mouth.
"Y/N, look at me." Opening your eyes, you see his clothes have vanished. His chiseled, powerful form kneels between your parted thighs. His expression loving.
His movements grow bold as he slips a finger into your soaked core, eliciting a delicious sound from you. The strokes are long and slow, his finger curling as he pulls back. Adding another digit, he picks up speed, your eyes flutter closed for a moment.
"Y/N, eyes." He commands and your eyes snap open to meet his.
He adds a third finger stretching your wet heat. It sends a jolt of electricity through you, making you buck your hips. You reach for Loki trying to bring him back down to you but your fingertips brush against the smooth muscle of his abdomen.
The knot in the pit of your stomach has already begun to build.
"Loki… please!" You plead, you've had enough of his teasing.
He smirks and lowers himself, rubbing the pink head of his erection against your folds, you cry out a little as he guides himself deep inside you. Your walls expand trying to accommodate his size. His mouth recaptures yours as he begins to rock inside you. Adopting his previous rhythm, he is slow at first letting you get used to him, but his hips soon pick up speeds that leaves you panting. Your hands glide across the skin of his back, you feel how his muscles move with every thrust.
A warm fuzzy sensation beginning at your toes crawls its way through your body, you know you won't last much longer but Loki seemed thoroughly unaffected. His thrusts were still strong, delving deep inside your core, touching your most sensitive places.
"Loki, I can't-" You mewl, the sound is foreign to you, no other partner had every been able to create it.
He slows his pace and guides your hand down between your bodies, encouraging you to grip the base of his shaft. He moaned deeply as you squeezed him lightly. Between the tightening vice that was your core and your delicate hands he could feel himself approaching his undoing.
Pinning your arms above your head he started a new rhythm. This one was fast and desperate. He wanted to love you thoroughly. The knot in your stomach soon burst and with a cry you convulsed under him. Your tight walls fluttered around his member encouraging him to fall with you.
Two more forceful thrusts had the God crying out above you. He collapsed onto his forearms and moaned into your ears as he shuddered, releasing his hot seed into you.
You lay like that for a while sweaty, warm bodies pressed together. Your breathing slowly becoming less ragged. He unsheathed himself with a 'pop' and lay next to you. Your senses were still running overtime, even the slightest touch sent a shiver through your body.
Wrapping you in his arms Loki pulled you close and sighed contentedly. You were drifting off to sleep when he spoke.
"I have bitten Y/N, I'm sorry." His voice was quiet in the still air of the room.
You were a forbidden fruit, one he had desperately wanted to taste since you had hit maturity. Now he had, and he was sorry.
Sorry, because he would never let you go.