WARNING: Here there be smut. You're welcome.
"But make no mistake. You are mine, Loki. It is time I showed you what that means."
The gravelly tone of Thor's words reverberated with sinful promise. Loki's body felt taut and every cell seemed to vibrate, singing in a merciless rhythm that left her flushed and panting before he had even really touched her.
And then he kissed her.
This kiss was passionate, possessive, demanding, and it took everything Loki had to remain standing. Not that she could have fallen, for Thor had a firm grip on her arms, holding her in place. His lips claimed hers roughly, and when he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she couldn't help the small moan that escaped.
This. This is what she'd been waiting for. To be owned meant nothing without being wanted. Being desired. Being devoured. And that is indeed what Thor was doing. With each bruising press of his lips, each time his tongue surged into her mouth, she lost a little more of herself to him.
Oh, but she gave in to him willingly, for she wanted him, too.
Arousal clouded her mind, stripping her of coherent thought just as surely as Thor was stripping her of her gown. His hands pushed the fabric easily over her shoulders and down her arms until it pooled at her feet. Standing bare before him, a pang of shyness shot through her. She felt vulnerable, especially when he leaned back and looked her up and down. Her hands crossed over her stomach and apprehension flooded in.
She'd never done this before, and she had no idea if Thor would be gentle with her. Jotuns, by nature, were not gentle. They were not loving. Nor did they care much about what audience may be around when the mood struck them. Loki had witnessed plenty, but chose instead to focus on the one narrative she'd encountered. That particular book had only been in her possession a short time, not long enough even to finish the story. But the part where the couple lovingly consummated their relationship resonated with Loki. Even though she'd only read it once, she clung to it, knowing in her heart that mating was supposed to be like that, and hoping it would be for her.
Now that the moment seemed to be upon her, Loki panicked. What if Thor grew impatient and hurt her? What if he did not enjoy himself enough to keep her around? Would this be the extent of their relationship? Self-doubt and fear made her tremble behind her crossed arms.
"Do not cover yourself, Loki," Thor murmured, pushing her arms down to her sides. "You are breathtaking. I wish to look at you."
Loki turned her face away, shaking her head slightly, but Thor's attentions were already elsewhere. He cupped Loki's breasts with his large hands, eliciting a gasp as a thumb ran across each dusky pink nipple.
"Mine," Thor proclaimed softly as they pebbled beneath his fingers, and just like that Loki's doubt was once again overshadowed by desire. To Hel with what Thor might do. Instinct took over and her entire body screamed for his touch; she needed him. Rough, gentle, it no longer mattered.
"Oh, Loki'" he sighed, then caught her lips in another kiss. As Thor kissed her this time, he rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure traversing through her whole body, before culminating in a rush of heat and wetness between her legs.
Running his hands up her sides, Thor lifted her arms to place them around his neck. Then he wrapped her in a tight embrace, and without breaking their kiss, he easily lifted her off her feet and walked her to her bed.
Standing there beside the bed, Thor finally broke the kiss. Loki stood gasping while Thor bent to remove his boots and then peeled his shirt off. Her hand darted out tentatively to touch him and he allowed it. She traversed the the broad expanse of his chest with gentle fingertips and wide eyes. The ridged, blue skin of Jotun males was beautiful, but Loki had never been all that fascinated by their bodies. Thor's body captivated her. The flesh on his chest was firm, yet pliant. Smooth, except for his nipples, which hardened under her fingers as she ran them across, earning a gasp from the prince. Loki glanced up at him with the hint of a smile, though it faded quickly when she saw his hooded eyes, watching her with predatory intensity.
"Loki," Thor growled. He picked her up again and easily laid her down onto the bed, settling himself beside her. Without giving her a chance to even think, he began to kiss and nip at her neck. Loki's still curious hands returned to Thor's skin, running up and down his sides and across his stomach. When his hips pushed forward, as if seeking her touch, she obliged and moved her hand down to his crotch. His erection was quite prominent under his pants, and when she stroked it, he groaned into her neck.
Thor kissed and nipped and sucked his way to her breast and began laving at her nipple. The heat of his tongue sliding across it made Loki writhe and cry out softly, but Thor did not relent. Alternating between suckling and gentle biting, Thor nearly drove Loki to tears with want. When he moved to repeat the attentions to the other breast, she felt as though she may combust. She whined and pressed her thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction at their apex.
Luckily, Thor took notice and trailed a hand slowly, softly down her stomach. Like hot coal, it blazed a searing heat as it inched downward, infuriatingly slowly. When he rested it much too gently on her sex, her hips bucked up of their own accord.
"Thor, please!" She begged.
He relented easily, for he was just as eager to feel her. Thor left her breasts and leaned over her, looking down into her green eyes as he slipped his hand into her panties. Loki felt trapped, captured by the lustful intensity of his gaze. Not that she'd willingly go anywhere right now. Not with his hand so tantalizingly close to where she wanted it. Where she needed it. Unable to concentrate, her own hand stilled against Thor's pants. He took the friction he wanted, though, by rocking his hips against it every so often.
"Look at you," Thor's voice was husky. "So beautiful, Loki." He slid a finger between her folds and grinned. "So wet for me. Only me. Only mine." Loki could only pant as she held his stare.
"And this? This right here?" His finger swirled slowly around Loki's clit. Her head fell back in unbridled pleasure, her free hand clutched the sheets. "This is mine, as well."
"Unnngh, yes, Thor. Yours!" came Loki's strangled cry, her hips moving subtly along with the rhythm of Thor's finger. She was certain that he had no idea how profoundly his words or his touch were affecting her. How utterly and completely they were causing her to fall to pieces below him.
Thor dipped two fingers down and pushed them into her. He pumped them slowly, shallowly, watching her face as she reacted. And when he curled them upward, Loki's back arched off the bed. The pleasure at once became unbearable and she tried to cry out for him to stop, but she couldn't form the words. She didn't understand what was going on. It was terrifying and thrilling all at the same time because she'd never been this overwhelmed. Oh, he needed to stop because it was all too much. She couldn't seem to catch her breath and she gripped his arm so tight he'd surely have his own bruises. There was a tightening in her belly and just as panic began to take hold, her world exploded. Loki's pleasure crested and every muscle went taut and twitched as wave after intense wave of sensation washed through her, blacking out everything else except Thor's hand.
After the crescendo passed, it took Loki a few moments to regain her breath and her thoughts. So that is what all the fuss was about. Yes, that was very enjoyable. She still tingled all over. Her eyes, which had been shut tight, opened slowly. Thor was right there, his blue eyes blazing into her. She had felt content, sated, but the predatory glare that was still present in Thor's expression told her he was nowhere near done with her. Her breath hitched when he pulled his hand from her underwear. And when he brought his finger, which glistened with her juices to his lips and wantonly sucked it into his mouth to taste her, her own mouth fell open and that fire of arousal ignited in her belly once more.
"Divine," he murmured, then grinned lewdly. Rolling onto his back, Thor pushed his pants off and tossed them from the bed. Then, with an unexpected gracefulness, he crawled over to Loki's thighs, spreading them and kneeling between them. His erection had been impressive when she'd felt it in his pants, but she hadn't worried. He couldn't possibly have rivaled a Frost Giant in either girth or length. And while he was definitely smaller than them, seeing it now in front of her, she knew she had underestimated him. His cock jutted proudly from under the thatch of coarse hair, long and impossibly thick. He would never fit!
Thor chuckled at the horror that must have been apparent on her face, but he said nothing as he busied himself with removing her soaked panties. They, too, were tossed from the bed.
"You mean to split me in half!" Loki exclaimed, trying to scoot away from him. But Thor grabbed her legs and pulled her easily back into place.
"Loki," he scolded as she continued to struggle. "Loki, stop!" He laid down between her thighs, rendering her legs useless against him. Her wrists were caught and held by Thor's wide hands, and he pinned her arms above her head by resting his weight on them.
"Relax, please." Thor spoke softly. His golden hair framed his head like a halo as Loki glared up at him. "I do not wish to hurt you."
"You will!" she cried, futilely trying to buck him off her. Thor chuckled and rolled his hips, the ridge of his hardness sliding against Loki's still sensitive nub. Ruthless bastard, she thought, for desire flooded her once more, crowding out her fears.
Holding her wrists down easily in one hand, Thor moved the other to her chin, forcing her to look at him though she tried to turn away. "Loki, please. The pleasure you just felt, imagine that increased tenfold. That is what awaits you if you submit to me. That is what I want to give you." His smile was genuine, but she stubbornly refused to accept his sincerity.
"Oh," she panted, winded from her struggles. "so this is solely for my benefit, is it? Well, I have had my pleasure already, so if it is all the same to you - "
Her words were swiftly and effectively cut off by Thor's claiming her mouth in another bruising kiss. The faint tang of her own taste still lingered on his tongue, intriguing her, arousing her further. He rocked his hips again, and this time Loki moved with him. They danced this way for several moments, Loki giving in to the pleasure more and more with each sensual roll of Thor's hips, until Thor pulled his mouth away.
"You want this too." His smile was entirely too knowing for Loki's liking. Too smug. She couldn't hold her tongue.
"To be split open as surely as if run through with a blade? For the sake of a man's pleasure? I can think of other things I want...oh!" A particularly hard push against her sex was enough to quiet her this time. Thor growled, tightening the hold he had on her wrists as he leaned his weight on them. She'd have more bruises, but she didn't care at all this time. His free hand shot down to where their hips met, and he moved away to give it room to stroke her roughly.
"Your tongue crafts such lovely lies, but your body tells me the truth." Thor bent down to run his tongue along her jaw, to her ear where he whispered. "Tell me you want me. Tell me I am yours."
His hand had stilled when Thor leaned down, and Loki immediately lamented the loss of movement. Her body writhed, desperate to give in despite her reluctance. It screamed at her to acquiesce, to tell Thor what he wanted to hear, anything to have him inside her. The sudden sting of his teeth biting sharply into her neck was the push she needed.
"Yes, Thor. I want you. Please!" she cried out and felt him smile against her neck.
"And me?" he purred into her ear. "To whom do I belong?"
"You are mine..." Loki's words were soft, for she did not really believe them.
"Yes. Only yours, Loki.".
Thor ran the head of his cock a few times against Loki's sex before positioning it at her entrance. Her eyes grew wide as he pushed just the tip in, stretching her, but not painfully so. Loki tensed, but Thor kissed her gently, whispering sweet things in her ear until she relaxed a bit. He gave a few shallow thrusts to fully slick himself and then without warning, thrust in hard, all the way to the hilt before stilling. Loki cried out at the sudden pinch and burning pain that seared through her. Her breath caught, and refused to budge as her body rebelled against the intrusion. Panting, eyes squeezed shut, she wasn't even aware that tears had slipped out until she felt Thor kissing them away. He continued to pepper gentle kisses over her face, keeping himself still until she adjusted to him. Gradually, the pain faded, and she was able to breathe again. The fullness was a strange sensation, not entirely unpleasant.
Sensing her relaxation, Thor began to slowly rotate his hips, earning a small moan from Loki.
"It is alright?" he asked, his voice strained from the effort of holding still.
Eyes still closed, Loki hummed, for words seemed beyond her capabilities right then. Every slight jostle of his cock inside her sent a wave of pleasure through her, and while there was still a bit of pain, nothing had ever felt as right as him buried inside her. She wanted more.
Thor knew, of course, and he gave her exactly what she wanted. He began with slow, gentle thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in again. Each push had them both groaning in unison. Eventually Thor released her hands in order to get better leverage. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, needing something to hold onto as he rocked into her at an ever increasing pace. There was no pain now, only pleasure. And when he snapped his hips hard, her response was loud.
The room was filled with the sounds of sex, but all Loki could hear was Thor's deep, rumbly growling as he moved above her. Her name left his lips often, almost an exaltation. And she did feel worshipped. Thor gazed down at her so adoringly, it was easy to believe she was the only thing that existed in his world. He was certainly the only thing in hers. Golden hair tumbled down from his head and obscured her vision of anything past his face. Even the air she breathed was his.
She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles strain and stretch under them. Soon a thin sheen of sweat covered them both, and she leaned up to lick his shoulder. The salt lingered on her tongue, and for a few moments, Thor owned every one of her senses.
"Loki. You. Are. Mine." He punctuated each word with a thrust, and Loki very nearly believed him.
That tightening was building once more in Loki's belly as Thor drove into her relentlessly. Her breathing became quicker, shallower, and her nails dug into the skin on his back.
"You're so close. I can feel it." Thor looked down at her almost reverently. His words were panted slowly and with breathless exertion. "Clenched so tight. Squeezing me like a vise. I need you to come for me, Loki."
Her body readily obliged Thor's request, and at his next brutal thrust, her world shattered once again. Shocks of pleasure slammed through her, relentless as Thor's cock, shutting down every part of her brain except the one focused on the goings on between her legs. Her head pressed back into the pillow, her eyes shut tight as her muscles shuddered and clenched. And Thor, he was just as lost as Loki. He let out a great roar and pushed into Loki as hard as he could then stilled, shooting himself deep inside her. His cock pulsed inside her and Loki could feel the warmth of his seed filling her. She shivered at the sensation as the final throes of her orgasm subsided.
"Oh." she exclaimed softly once Thor had stopped his last few shallow thrusts and allowed his shoulders to sag. He lifted his head to peer at her.
"Oh?" he grinned, and Loki felt a pang of affection.
"Yes, oh." She tried to keep a straight face, but a giggle slipped out. Giddiness was not a familiar feeling for Loki, but she thought perhaps she could get used to this. If she'd be given a chance to get used to it.
"I have rendered you speechless!" Thor exclaimed brightly.
"Then render me some more," Loki cupped Thor's fuzzy cheeks and pulled his face down for a kiss. Now that their passions had been quenched, the kiss remained sweet. With Thor's weight pressing down on her, his seed and his softening cock still nestled inside her, she could pretend that this kiss meant something. That she meant something. She clung to the illusion, as flimsy as it was, for the truth was she could not bear to be sent away now. With this act, Thor had pushed himself into her heart as surely as he had her body, and she could no sooner push him out than she could undo the last hour she spent with him.
But she knew. She knew how it was. Loki could not fool herself into believing this was anything more than just physical pleasure for Thor. He'd laid with women before and had never once given his heart to one. Yes, Loki was different. A prized possession, but no more than that. Certainly no better than any of the others. She had nothing to offer.
As she kissed him, her giddiness faded. She cursed herself for allowing her thoughts to run away with her again, and she hoped that Thor would not notice the tears running down her face.
FINALLY THEY DID IT! Yeah, I know, I ended it on a sad note, but it's Loki! She has issues. Don't worry, Thor will figure it out in time. I hope. Let's just all bask in the afterglow, shall we? Ah, yes. That's nice.