This is the FIRST Loki / Reader one-shot I have written and it's still not done!

Quick background story: I was feeling a little down in the dumps and I only thought of one thing that could make me feel better, and TA-DA! That's what fiction is for! I would've loved for this to have been the way I was cheered up when this happened to me though (because who wouldn't want this?). But sadly, I had to go through the eating entire gallons of ice cream, singing my heart out to cheesy heartbreak songs and finishing entire boxes of chocolate until the grief subsided. Ok, enough sadness...

I had recently read so many amazing Loki / Reader one-shots that I decided I wanted a night too!

But anyway, the detail I have planned for this is so much and so insane that I honestly don't know if it's just going to be 2 parts or if I may have to extend it to 3 or 4... err... umm.. ok or 6! It's still in the works but I was so desperate to publish it that I'm going to do it in parts, just keep telling me and I'll keep going! ;)

P.S.

I hope you like it, it's the first SMUT I've written in about 4 years. Forgive the typos, it's close to 3 A.M.

Disclaimer: Loki, I WISH he was mine!

Enjoy!

The night was warm, crisp and solitary.

You flipped the lights on as you walked into your room letting out a frustrated sigh, not bothering to close the door, shaking off your jacket letting it fall to the floor, and with it, some of the stress the day had put on you. As you stepped further into the room you made your way to the mirror that hung on top of your dresser. You ambled closer until your hands gripped the edge of the cool mahogany wood and you could see yourself in the looking glass. You studied your features and your expression, not sad, not angry, but somewhat empty. You felt your stomach drop when you noticed how your eyes had gone from sparkling and bright to dim and hollow. Your plump, full lips had lost their shade of rosy pink and were now bordering on pale. Your cheeks had lost the fullness in them and they felt heavier than ever. How you longed to have some light back in your face, to smile with such happiness once again. You closed your eyes as you bowed your head and sucked in a cold breath trying to forget the day's events.

You had seen him, breeze by you, and he was not alone. The man that had caused you so much pain during the last few months; your ex. True you had gotten over him and you had gone through with your grieving, without mentioning that you had done your fair share of crying, but you couldn't shake away the feeling of emptiness inside you. You had been walking around the park during the afternoon, strolling along down the sidewalk, the sun shedding light on your face and the sound of the bird's chirps hitting your ears like a sweet melody, when you came to a stop and looked around to study your surroundings, that's when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, walking towards your direction with a girl at his arm. They walked directly to where you were standing and as they strode by he looked over at you and shot you a cold smirk as the girl gripped his arm tighter and gave you a sweetly hypocritical smile.

They left you there standing alone in the middle of the park; of course this is how you would end up. You had grown accustomed to always being on your own. But even so, how dare he parade his new interest in your face? How dare he try to humiliate you that way? You knew you didn't deserve it and as if you wanted it or not, it had taken its toll on you. You weren't mad, you weren't outraged. True, you felt annoyed at his childish behavior and tried your best to shrug it off. While it did upset you in the slightest way, he didn't have enough effect to cause for you to go home and start crying.

Instead, tonight you wanted to feel some release from the seclusion you felt inside you. Tonight you were going to make yourself feel better. Tonight you were going to have some merriment with yourself, to try and prove that you still had that light and fire inside you. You brought your face back up exhaling a breath you didn't even notice you had been holding and observed your reflection staring back at you. A cold undersized smile spread across your lips as the anticipation of the nights events already crept in the back of your mind, you knew you could go for a few rounds with your favorite toy, you thought about what you could do with it, how you could give it a couple of uses for the following hours, and though it wasn't what you longed for, it still got the job done. You only made use of it when your own body wasn't nearly enough, and tonight was one of those nights. You couldn't settle for a mere touch of your hand, or a stroke of your fingers. No, tonight you needed to go a bit further than that, you needed to let go completely. That's when you noticed in the mirror that a glimmer of gold and green shone quickly in the far corner of your room, still gripping the wooden furniture you shut your eyes and shook your head, dismissing it as nothing more than an echo of light or that your eyes were playing tricks on you.

You looked back into your own eyes in the mirror and decided that tonight you wanted to take things slowly; you couldn't just throw yourself on the bed and get to work. Tonight you wanted to take your time and roam your body in a way you had never done before. You wanted to pay attention to your own pleasure in ways no man had ever been able to, you wanted to make yourself feel wanted, to make yourself feel desired, to make yourself feel loved, even if it was at the expense of your own hands.

Your hands released the wooden dresser and you arched your back as you stood up straight, your eyes always fixed on your reflection. You gave yourself a quick smile and you walked over to your closet, after flicking on the lights your hands roamed the small space in search of the perfect garments to wear for tonight. You knew that the clothing would soon be discarded, but you couldn't help but give into the sensation and thought that tonight you wanted to look your very best, even if it was just for your enjoyment.

After a few minutes of fumbling around, you found the perfect thing to wear. A small purple silk dress that lay just above your knees, with a fitted waist and a trumpet skirt, and delicate sleeves that made your shoulders look a bit more sleek, you knew how well you looked in that dress and you couldn't help but smile at the thought of wearing it for yourself tonight.

You walked back in front of the mirror and with the dress in hand, you put it out on your bed and you proceeded to remove your clothes, item by item. Your fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt before you slowly rolled up a patch of the fabric in your palms and pulled it over your head, only for it to be tossed aside in the floor. As you removed your pants your hand stroked the sides of your legs, from the top of your thighs to the bottom of your ankles. You stepped out of the heavy denim and turned around to look at yourself in the mirror, taking your image in your hungry eyes, standing in nothing more than undergarments. You thought a bit about just skipping the preparation and getting to it, but you knew you wanted to take care of yourself tonight.

Then once again, you noticed a tall, sleek figure where the green and golden lights had caught your eyes earlier. You thought you could make out the silhouette of a man, a dark and slender figure looking straight at you as you undressed and prepared yourself.

You gasped and quickly turned around to where the mystery figure stood, but by the time you turned, the corner was empty once again. Feeling a bit uneasy but still aroused, you made nothing of it and turned to the bed to grab your dress of choice for the evening. You lifted the purple silk above your head and began to lower it onto your body, putting your hands through the sleeves and pulling down on the skirt to fit your head through the hole in the top. Your fingers pinched and pulled lower on the hem of the dress to get it into the perfect fit on your curves. With your back turned to the mirror you reached up to where you hair lay on your head in the shape of a bun, your forefinger and thumb grabbing the elastic and pulling downwards, freeing your locks from the restraint of the springy fabric.

Your head shook from side to side, letting the loose waves fall on your shoulders and a bit down your back. You turned back to where your reflection waited for you in the mirror and looked at yourself; you let out a small chuckle and thought out loud.

''I'm not too bad to look at''

The fire in your eyes began to burn as you admired yourself in the mirror. You were ready.

From behind you felt a cool breeze puff by your shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. You turned to the door and noticed you hadn't closed it yet; you let out a scoff and walked across the floor to close the space within your room. Your hand reached for the knob and you pushed it towards its frame, closing yourself in the area completely and getting rid of the chill that had assaulted you moments earlier.

As you turned, walking back to the bed, you heard what was clearly a chuckle coming from behind you, a rich, deep and sensual laugh. You froze and stood still, not knowing what to do.

He spoke for the first time and his voice was like rich, velvet against your ears ''You know my love; It's such a shame really. To waste such beauty like yours, going through such anguish for somebody who didn't know how to treat a lady like you''

Beauty? Anguish? Lady?

You processed his words unsuccessfully and didn't move, you couldn't. You were alarmed and aware of his presence in the room, but not scared. Your throat seemed to close and your brain seemed to have stopped working when you tried to answer him.

''Wh-what are you talking about?'' You asked him sheepishly. Your hands lying heavily at your sides.

He spoke once again, and you could hear his footsteps coming closer to you, not menacing, not threatening, but slowly and with a strange feeling of confidence. He stopped just before he was within an arm's reach of your shoulders.

''You Midgardians are so entertaining to watch you know, but you have something special my love, that I admired in you since the minute I saw you from my chambers. The way you acted with everybody else, with such charm and such poise. That smile of yours and the way you move.''

You sucked in yet another cold breath. His words affecting you more than you thought.

''I also saw the way that fool betrayed your trust and how he settled for another petty maiden, one who was beneath you and lacked everything you have my love''

Your curiosity got the best of you and you slowly turned around, wanting to see this mystery man.

When he came into full view, it took everything you had not to drop your mouth open in lust.

He stood before you, and what a glorious sight he was to take in. His luscious black hair cascading down to his shoulders, his pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim lighting of your room. His long and slender limbs that made him irresistible, his strong and dominant chest that rose and fell with every breath he took. His face seemed to be carved in the finest alabaster, his jawline, and his cheekbones that begged to be touched. His lips that parted slightly in a naughty grin that revealed a row of straight, white teeth underneath. His eyes, his beautiful eyes that were the most piercing shade of green you had laid sight upon.

He was wearing a green and brown leather suit with golden accents. The same golden accents that you finally figured out were the ones you had seen earlier in the mirror. His vest/cape swung over his broad shoulders down to his ankles. Time seemed to have stopped.

He let the grin on his face grow to a full smile as he looked at you.

''You know my love'' he said cocking an eyebrow, feigning offense ''It's rude to stare''

You blinked quickly at the realization that you were in fact, gawking at this man in your room.

''Who are you?'' you asked.

He let out a laugh yet again and spoke. ''I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and tonight I come to you burdened with glorious purpose my love''

''What purpose?'' You asked.

He stepped forward slowly with the intention of closing the space between you, not wanting to scare you. But to give you time to adjust, clearly he didn't want to hurt you.

''I have been watching you for quite some time my love, waiting for the perfect moment to bestow myself upon you. I have seen the way you love, so willingly and selflessly, and the way you feel when you are happy, sad, angry and scared, and I assure you my pet, you have nothing to be scared of. I must say, I hurt deeply for you when you had your heart broken at the expense of a petty fool. I noticed time ago that your happiness had faded and that you needed something more. Something that, if you allow me, I would be more than happy to give you. I have waited long for this meeting between you and me my pet, so that I may show you my love and desire, and in return... Give yourself to me. You deserved to be touched, you deserve to be fulfilled, you deserve to be loved, in every way possible''

You wanted to believe it was a joke, but the way his green eyes bore into yours you couldn't help but realize that he was in fact, telling the truth.

You both kept walking backwards until your knees hit the bed, and he took your hand in his, never breaking eye contact. He lifted it slowly up to his lips and pressed a small, chaste kiss onto the back of your hand.

''Why me?'' you asked

Yet another silky laugh from his throat echoed in the room.

''You were destined to be mine my love.''

Your hand reached up to touch his face, but you stopped in midair and placed it back down on your side.

His face contorted in a somewhat hurt expression.

''Why do you not touch me my love?'' he asked in a soft whisper.

You sighed, ''Because, I'm afraid that if I touch you I'll wake up and this will have been a dream, a beautiful, beautiful dream.''

He smirked at you; a face that you could tell was filled with lust and want.

He leaned forward to the point where his lips touched your ear; he laid a kiss on your sensitive lobe, sending shivers down your back and whispered

''I assure you, this is not a dream''

You lifted your hand to his chest and splayed your palm over the leather suit. Gasping at the contact... He looked down at you with a proud look on his face. ''Just like that my love'' he said.

Your hand traveled up slowly to the point where your palm rested on the nape of his neck and your other arm came to rest on his bicep. Driven by lust and need, you decided that you were going to take his word for what he had claimed to be. You pulled yourself closer to him and held him tight.

Your face lifted looking straight into his eyes. You pulled him down onto your mouth and pressed your lips against his, both moaning at the contact. His hands wrapped around you and he held you against him. At first it was a soft closed-mouth kiss, but once you knew he wasn't going anywhere, you took your chances and parted your lips, giving into the sensation his mouth was causing on you. Both your lips rubbing against one another, enjoying the sheer pleasure of it. His tongue stuck out tentatively licking your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter your hungry mouth. With a soft gasp you parted your lips slightly wider and granted him the access he so desperately wanted. His hot, wet tongue enveloped yours in a dance that never seemed to end. His mouth taking you in and kissing those spots you had once forgotten could be heated up inside you. His mouth resembled the taste of wine, and something you considered to be mint, or maybe eucalyptus. He tasted divine.

Ribbons of want and white-hot lust ignited deep in your belly. You needed him and you had to have him now.

Your toy had now been forgotten as your attention focused on this man that was still licking your lips, nibbling on your tongue and kissing you as if it were his last chance. His hands traveled up to your soft and full hair, grabbing fistfuls and gently tugging on them to increase the sensation of the kiss. You let out a soft groan at the feeling and your hand tightened their grip on his nape and his bicep.

Your heartbeat went from 0 to 60 in no time. When you felt you had to breathe again, you slowly stopped the kiss to finish it off with a small playful tug of his bottom lip between your teeth.

''You naughty girl'' he said with a moan as your teeth had not released him yet. ''You really do not imagine the effect you have on me my pet''

You let out a small laugh and licked his lip before letting it go. ''I would love to find out''

He brought his index finger under your chin and forced your gaze to meet his, his eyes now a dark shade of green, his pupils fully dilated and filled with desire, all for you.

He brought his lips to your ear once again, slowly licked the rim of it, making you emit a long moan of pleasure.

''Tonight I want you to lose yourself with passion. I want to feel you come undone under my touch, and to writhe in pleasure from my skin. I want your throat raw from screaming my name. I've seen you, and I've seen just what kind of lover you can be, and I must say that I have longed for your touch on my skin since time ago. I want to see your face contort in passion and I long to hear your voice calling for me.''

Your hands gripped him so hard you were sure you almost left marks through the thick leather.

''That is my love, if you wish for this to be so. I've seen the way you pleasure yourself, and I've seen the way you behave yourself in private, I would really fancy to be part of it all. I knew you were planning to ease this frustration on your own, and that is why I had come here tonight. I want to help you and make you feel like you deserve. All you have to do is give me your approval and I promise I'll try as best as I can to make your desires come true. You deserve to be taken as a King would take his Queen, you know you deserve to be claimed by a real man, and not some silly boy.''

With a long moan you let your head fall back, all from his words and the promise to make you feel like you deserved, the way you wanted. The way you hoped somebody would someday touch you. You were close to coming from his words alone. Your head lulled to the side and finally down to his chest, your forehead resting on his leather armor. You brought your gaze up to look at him under full, big eyelashes. Your eyes along with the rest of your body were now showing the clear signs of your arousal. His words more than enough to make you feel the beginnings of a familiar slick between your legs...

Should I keep going?

Much love!