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“Loki?” You lifted your head to see him rubbing his neck. He had been doing that all day, and now his face was contorted with pain.
“Sorry, Y/N.” Placing the book he was reading on the desk, he leaned forward with a sigh. You sat up on the sofa and made your way to sit at the edge of his desk, right near his seat. “Thor threw me into a wall and I’ve had this kink in my neck. Goes all the way down my back.”
You blinked. “When the hell did Thor throw you into a wall?”
“Last week, during sparing.” Oh. Last week when you were on earth for your monthly reports.
“Why haven’t you visited a healer?” Loki shrugged and looked down, which brought you to his first bad habit: Loki liked to punish himself. Whether it was gluttony or a deeper reason, of which you were sure it was the latter, you hated it all the same. Loki was too stubborn to get his injury checked out, which meant you would have to step in. “Does it hurt bad?”
“Somewhat.”
“Can I see if I can help?”
“I—” Loki hesitated, displaying yet another trait of his you had deduced; he was weird with touch. He absolutely hated being touched by people he did not fancy. There was only a handful of people he would allow to touch him, and even then, his discomfort would still show. Luckily for you, you were one of the people he did allow.
“It’s fine, Loki,” you told him. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He started.
“You didn’t. I guess…”. He shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose you can go ahead. Maybe there is a Midgardian remedy we have not yet come across.” You chuckled, because you knew he was teasing, and moved to stand behind him. Your hands rested on his shoulders, and he jumped.
“Hey,” you said gently, “it’s just me.” You let the thumb and heel of your right-hand press into the back of his neck. Resistance met your skin. “You have a knot here,” you told him. “It goes down your back?”
“All the way to my tail bone.” You winced and began kneading the back of his neck in circles.
“Thor really fucked you up, huh?” Loki grunted in response. “Would you like a massage?”
“What?”
“A massage,” you enunciated. “It’s where you use your hands to rub and knead—”
Loki cut you off with a snort. “I know what a massage is, dove. Why do you want to give me one?”
“Because your back is messed up,” you emphasized your point with a shake of his shoulders. “My aunt taught me how to. I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.”
“Hmm.” Loki tilted his head back against the top of the chair to look you in the eyes. You felt yourself shiver beneath his intense stare. “And who is there to vouch for you?”
“Every guy I’ve ever dated.” You weren’t sure why, but Loki’s brow furrowed upon hearing this. “Come on,” you clapped his shoulders, “let me take care of you.” He waved a hand in the air.
“If you must.”
“You’ll have to get on the bed.” Your hands were limited with the current position you were in. His collar alone prevented you from reaching most of his neck, much less for the chair he was sitting in that cushioned his entire back. “Lie under the covers.”
Loki did as instructed. It was the first time you had seen him listen without putting up a fight. He removed his cloak and slid under the covers in his breeches and tunic. A light green shimmered over his body and soon, you were staring at the naked and surprisingly muscled back of the younger prince. Your eyebrows shot up as you surveyed the hills and valleys of his skin.
“Problem, dove?” He was smirking at you, and it make your stomach flutter.
“Yes.” You gestured to his enormous bed. With him in the centre, there was no way you were going to be able to reach him if you stood at either side. “Your bed is ridiculously huge. I’m going to have to sit on your back.”
Loki chuckled. “By all means.”
The clothing you wore proved a challenge to maneuver. As an ambassador you had to dress the part, which meant wearing whatever your ladies decided to strap you into. Today it was a light blue dress with a keyhole neckline and airy skirts. The underwear you wore was thin, mostly to keep you cool beneath the long skirts, but when you bunched your skirts up to straddle Loki’s thighs you realized it might have been a mistake.
“I’m going to touch you now,” you announced to the back of Loki’s head. He had his arms crossed on the pillows with his face buried in them. There was a bottle of lotion on Loki’s side table that you grabbed up. Once your poured the lotion in your hands and rubbed them together, you placed both your palms on his back. Loki jumped at the contact. “Relax, Lokes.”
“Hmhm.” You decided to focus on his neck first. Your hands cupped his neck to allow your thumbs to rub into the knot. The muscles were tight and drawn and you sensed Loki tense in pain. A little kneading got the resistance to disappear and then his entire body relaxed with a sigh. “How’s that?”
“Good,” Loki moaned. You bit your lip and continued working his neck. Every circle of your fingers relaxed his body even more until he was laying loose beneath you. With his neck free, you started to move to his back. “Going to your back now, okay?” There was no reply. “Hey,” you stroked the hair at the nape of his neck and felt him shiver. “You falling asleep on me?”
Loki turned his face to the side. “Your tiny hands feel so wonderful I just might.” His voice was thicker than you had ever heard. With a hum, you used your hands to spread lotion down his back. His muscles quivered. You pressed your palms into a particularly tough knot in the centre of his back, massaging with gentle motions. A little more pressure had it giving way beneath your palms. “Fuck!”
The quiet expletive made you stop. “Loki, you good? Did I hurt you?” The only response was a weak shake of his head. Confused, you continued your task. Most of his muscles were already finished and there was only one area of his back that needed fixing, right above his ass. The sheets covered it, and only his lower back was visible. You ran your hands down to the skin and once again, he jumped. “Lokes?”
He moaned. “S-sorry.” Again, his tone confused you. It was breathy, shallow, like he was struggling to breathe. “I’ll stay still.”
“Loki, you can move.” The tips of your thumbs pressed together as they slid down his smooth back. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you.” His skittishness was blowing your mind. Loki was a lot of things but shy was not one of them. That, coupled with the change in his breathing, was really throwing you off, and it was not until your hands pressed into the flesh of his lower back did you start to get an inkling of why.
Your fingers locked together and rubbed a circle on his skin. As you did so, you felt his thighs tense. The close proximity of your core to his legs made you tense as well. Ignoring the feelings coursing through you, you applied more pressure on his lower back. This time, Loki pressed his hips into the bed.
What was that? Piqued, you repeated your actions. You smirked when Loki’s hips made a full circle against the bed. A light gasp left his lips as the action ended, as though he could not believe what he had just done.
A wicked smile lit up your face.
“Lokiiii,” you sang. The tips of your fingers danced up his sides. His skin rippled beneath them. “Is this turning you on, my prince?” He did not reply. “It seems like it is. Look at you,” you could not resist wriggling your hips against him. A hitch of his breath had you biting your lip. “Is that why you’ve been so silent, my prince? Am I turning you on?”
It was quick, his confession—just a bob of his head—but you caught it.
“It’s okay,” you told him. You wiped your hands on the sheets of his bed and leaned down to his ear. “Turn over,” you whispered, “let me see.”
“Y/N—”
“I said turn over, my prince.” He obeyed this time. You lifted your hips so he could turn over and planted himself back on his lower stomach. His hard length strained against your ass beneath the sheets. Pink dusted the sides of his cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you rested your hands on his pecs. Your nails raked down his chest as you leaned forward to speak in his ear again. “Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?” He nodded. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes,” he whimpered.
“Good boy.” Your tongue flicked out against the shell of his ear. While he was distracted with your ministrations, you slid your hips back and onto his bulge. He hissed as your cores connected, hands going to your waist. He bucked up into you, but you swatted at his hands. “No.”
“No?” he furrowed just brow. His eyes were lidded as you rocked your hips against him.
“Hands behind your head, my prince. They will stay like that for the entire night or I’ll leave this room and leave you,” you pressed your hips down deeper and he cried out, “all alone. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” His hands locked behind his head. You never would have thought the prince of lies would have a submissive side, but you had to admit it was a fun revelation. Loki had long caught your eye and if he needed you to help him out, you were glad to oblige. Feeling cheeky, you reached down and cupped his bulge. He hissed and you kissed his cheek.
“Look at you,” you told him. “Such a pretty prince. You pretend to be all lonesome and stoic but really, you just want someone to take care of you, don’t you?” You cupped him harder. “Don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” he choked out. The veins in his arms stood out with tension. “P-please take care of me.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg, my prince.” Flattening your hand against his chest, you slid it down and beneath the sheets. You grasped him suddenly and felt his hips thrust into your hand. “No, none of that.” You sat back up and on his thighs. The sheets were removed, giving you a view of his penis. The head was red with need and precum leaked from the tip. A thick vein running down the side of it had you licking your lips in glee.
“Y/N?” You looked up to see Loki staring at you with pleading eyes. His pupils were blown, and you could barely see the green in them. “Touch me? P-please?”
“Of course, sweet boy.” You wrapped your hand around around his length and began to pump. The remnant lotion lubricated him well, allowing you hand to slide over his shaft easily. Loki’s lips parted in an ‘O’ and you could not help yourself. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He was shocked, but not so much that he did not kiss you back.
You let your tongue slide into his mouth. Loki tasted like cardamom and ginger. His taste was in your mouth and his scent was in your head and your hand was on his cock and you felt so good. Loki felt good too, so good that he forgot your rule. His hand, which was supposed to remain under his head, became tangled in your hair.
“Loki…” You released his cock. “What was the rule?”
“I’m sorry,” he whined.
“And you were so close too,” you shook your head as you got off of him.
“Y/N, wait!” He reached out to you. “Don’t go. Please!”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweet boy.” You reached under your skirts to pull your underwear off. Hunger entered Loki’s eyes as he spied the lace lying in his floor. “I’m just getting comfortable. Lay back, pretty prince.” He did as he was told, and you straddled him again. “Now, I’m going to slide my pussy against your cock, and you’re not allowed to cum. That’s your punishment for disobeying me. Do you understand?”
He swallowed thickly. “Yes.”
“Good boy.” You kissed his cheek. “Hands behind your head, sweet boy. And remember, you can’t cum unless I say so.” Your hips slid back until your pussy met his cock. His length split your folds and your wetness allowed you to slide over him. A moan left your lips as his shaft brushed your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up. Loki was insanely attractive to you, and he felt exquisite. It was a struggle for you to not switch off and beg him to fuck you senseless.
The only bright side was that he was struggling too. The muscles of his arms stood out with the effort it took not to touch you. He was biting his lip to stifle his moans, and his face was red with the effort to not cum all over himself.
“How are we doing, sweet boy?” Sweat gathered on his forehead. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were heavy lidded. Loki could barely even speak as you stroked his cock with your folds.
“Need to cum,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Had you been a meaner person, you would have ignored him. The power you had over him was not something you were willing to give up. However, you were nearing you end too, and Loki looked so pretty beneath you that you just had to give in. “Okay,” you told him, “here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to use those long fingers to rub my clit and make me cum. When I cum, so can you. Okay, pretty boy?”
Loki’s hand flew to your clit eagerly. He found it in a snap and began playing you like a fiddle. Your back arched off of him with a curse. “Fuck!” You circled your hips against him with a newfound ferocity. His cock throbbed between your folds. Whether Loki need to cum that badly, or if he was just that good with his hands, you didn’t know.
All you knew was that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Loki’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell.
Loki was right behind you. He gripped your hips and bucked up into you with a loud moan. It reverberated through the room. Cum spurted against your ass and you knew you both had just made a big mess. You flopped forward against his chest. His lips found yours and captured them between his own. The kiss was less sexually charged than before, but pleasurable nonetheless, and there was a blissful look in his eyes when you pulled back. He looked at you like a blind man might look at the sun upon having his sight restored.
Your fingers found his hair and threaded themselves through the thick locks. You had always wondered what they felt like. “Back feel better?” He nodded. “Good.” You got to your knees and settled your thighs on either side of his head. A spark of lust entered Loki’s eyes. “Now show me what else that silver tongue can do, sweet boy.”