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Competition/Challenge Block
Written for/Stacked with: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 4); Kinktober 2021
MC4A: Fireworks (Color Me Citrus; Yank to the Bank; Kaunaz); Garden (Kink Fever [Sucking]); Ship War (Fa Med 1 [Getting Together])
Other Challenges: Kinktober Day 2: Against A Wall
Word Count: 1,226
Author's Note: Who says you can't rewrite the same scene multiple times? Certainly not me. Is it boring and dull and predictable? Probably. Do I care? Nope. I like Loki and the Last Valkyrie, okay? There needs to be more of it. Maybe someday when I have time I will write a meaningful piece, but for now, all the smut.
(Also, what is with this lame title? I really had nothing else, didn't I?)
Warning Tag: Oral Sex; Vaginal Fingering
Flirting Up Against the Wall
I barely follow what the Grandmaster was blathering on about. It was obvious he wasn't happy, and I already knew first-hand as to why, but I wasn't going to admit to anything at all lest I become the one he'd volunteer to be his public execution. It was never a good thing for him to be upset for anyone. Having two high-tier gladiators rebel and escape had never happened before, and I brought them both to him. It didn't look good, to say the least.
Regardless, it was the last way I would allow myself to go.
Unfortunately, the Grandmaster had summoned Loki as well for some reason. Probably because of their close relationship with the moron who jumped out of Hulk's window—Thor, was it?
Honestly, I'm surprised I even remember Loki's name. It probably helped that I had been in their company for several weeks now already and have since become… something like frenemies, I suppose. We banter and spar, I listen to their stories, we disagree about practically everything brought up in conversation just because. Hell, we even flirt here and there. I overlook their little schemes and minor offenses that slip past the Grandmaster like they do with me because ultimately I don't care enough to rat them out. It seems whatever their agenda is what keeps them from throwing me to the wolves as well for my own little crimes they've noticed.
Regardless, finding those two is my top priority. I can't have my reputation—or my life—destroyed again because of them.
Loki and I exit together after doing our strange little back-and-forth with the Grandmaster. I'm not worried about Loki finding them first, I have been tracking down candidates for the Grandmaster for a long time, so finding the strays in the city would be like a fun little game to me.
Though, it seems Loki wasn't finished with our dance.
"What have you done?" Loki questions me, and I promptly roll my eyes.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," I smugly reply.
They grab my arm, and I immediately have them regret it, getting a good hit on that pretty face of theirs.
"You let my brother and that green oaf escape," Loki continued. "Why?"
"I don't help anyone but myself," I say, turning on my heel to leave. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a reputation to maintain."
Loki grabs my shoulder this time, and I turn on them with the intention of whacking that impossibly pretty face again, but they catch my arm and my gauntlet shifts, revealing my Valkyrie tattoo.
Their expression changes almost immediately at the sight. Loki releases me and I promptly disarm them and kick them back against the wall. Loki raises their hands in surrender as I approach.
"You're a Valkyrie? How fascinating. I knew there was something about you I quite liked," they say.
Just as smooth as that silver tongue, they sweep a leg toward me, tripping me into them where I slam a leg against their chest during my recovery.
"Choose your next words wisely, Loki," I say, looking down on them, eyes glinting in warning.
They smile in return, and I quirk a brow in curiosity. Their hand grazes against my thigh, catching me off-guard as they lightly, delicately stroke their fingers up my leg to my hip. This sort of physical flirtation was scarce between us, the occasional hand touch or brushing of shoulders was the extent. The Grandmaster claimed them, after all, and stealing from him was a death sentence. So this… this was exhilarating. The contact had me momentarily go blank. I should slap their hand away and press my blade against their throat at such a bold gesture, but I don't. I let them rest their palm against my hip, I let them dance their fingertips across my waist, I let them look up at me so fondly. It feels nice and has me feel wanted.
"Naturally," Loki says eloquently. "Only the best will come from me to a fierce warrior as yourself."
His words have me lower my dagger. I cock my head and smirk back, finding their comment quite endearing. I feel their fingers curl between my waistband and belt now, they were being so bold… I liked it.
"You've won my interest, magician," I reply somewhat teasingly to their comment. "Do hurry, however. I am on a bit of a time restraint."
Loki smirked at that, utilizing their other hand now to work at my trousers. They wrap an arm around my leg that I had secured against their chest, pulling it back and to their side as they pulled at my belt from the back enough to free what they sought after. A firm hand gripped my ass cheek, pulling me toward their hungry mouth. I lull my head back the second their remarkably cool mouth latches onto my cunt, tongue dipping in while teasing my clit all at once. I dig my hands into their silk-soft hair, only vaguely curious as to how Loki kept it so lush before my mind swam away from the pleasure. Their fingers traced my inner thigh while the other still gripped my ass to anchor me. My knee rested against their shoulder, and it took some effort to not allow myself to buckle down on them from the onset trembling my body decided to go through.
I moan as Loki grazes gentle teeth over my hard clit and I start to pant when I feel their roaming fingers reach the apex of my thighs. They slip two in while their tongue works my swollen pearl. The pressure from their hand on my ass presses me further against them as they attempt to wring me out yet prolong the unraveling all at once.
It was only then did I vaguely remember that we were in a hall not far from the Grandmaster. Anyone could walk by and see us and our private exchange. The Grandmaster would be even more furious that his favorite pet sought pleasure from another and not him. That thought alone has me moan Loki's name as I come undone. I stole something from the Grandmaster, that little secret was something I would most definitely latch onto now. It was a mere bonus that Loki fawned over me already, but the revelation that they were chasing the Last Valkyrie gave me some amazing results as to what they were willing to show and do for me…
I settle down on my knees in front of them after riding out the waves of euphoria on their mouth, not bothering to fix my trousers or belt at the moment. My mind was racing yet blank as I gaze into their shining green eyes. Sliding my hands from their hair to their face, I pull them into a deep, needy kiss. Tasting myself among the unnatural coolness of their mouth, I slowly pull away then, feeling their hands resting on my hip and thigh respectively now.
"We have a couple fugitives to find," I say, sitting up on my knees to show off my disheveled appearance they created. "Mind helping me out?"
They chuckle at that, flourishing their hand, the green glow washed up me and I was properly dressed in a heartbeat.
"That never gets old."
"I certainly hope it won't…"