Sinbound: Variants

Part 8

Author's note: I'm sorry I robbed you of smut!! I'm going to make it up to you in this chapter, I promise ;) You can trust me...

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"Peter, what are you getting at?"

"Well, you know how they went into the past and like, if they did something it would change the future? What if you could like... somehow go back to the past and ya know," He pauses to laugh nervously, "not die?" 

He looks around to see everyone's reaction. Tony is looking at him like he has two heads, Natasha is rolling her eyes and Fury is shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You... you have a point, actually." I speak up, and Loki nearly shoves me off his lap.

"I beg your pardon?" He asks, standing tall over me.

"What? It's a possibility, right?"

"I should think not! You're smarter than this, Ayca." Loki growls his words, furious.

"Daddy, chill. I'm just weighing our options." I say, trying hard not to laugh and holding my hands out in front of me.

"I prefer king, if you don't mind." He says, suddenly dropping the angry act and matching my energy.

"Okay, anyone want a drink? I'm getting a drink. One that I have to walk far away for." Tony says, getting up and shaking off his uncomfortableness. 

"Sorry..." I laugh, then look at Peter. "You have a point, though."

"No he doesn't." Natasha finally speaks up.

"Messing with the timeline of something like that? You'd have no idea what you'd be causing." Fury argues, taking Nat's side. "Especially with the likes of the two of you? I'd start to see out of my other eye before you two had the chance to time travel together."

"You can trust me." Loki says with a charming smile.

"And me." I chime in.

"No. We're just going to have to find another way." Natasha says, dismissing the conversation and walking out of the room.

"Wow, didn't think it was that bad of an idea." Peter says, scratching the back of his head.

"It would be fun, though." I say, sending him a sweet smile. Loki suddenly grabs my bicep and leads me to an empty room. 

"I need a moment with you." He growls as he tosses me into the middle of the room.

"What's your problem? You're being an ass."

"Ayca, you're not taking this seriously. Time travel is something you don't mess with." He tries to warn, but I scoff at him.

"I don't want you opinion, Loki."

"Take it anyway!" He yells, pushing me into the wall. I bounce off a little, hitting his chest as he gets so close to me I have no room to move. he traps me with his arms on either side of me, his palms pressed against the wall behind me. "No."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do."

"Weren't you just calling me king moments ago?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I was calling you daddy, there's a difference. You corrected me."

"Don't be a brat, Ayca."

"Or what?" I ask him, being a complete brat.

He takes me by the neck and soon we are in a bedroom, one I hadn't been to in a while. The silk viridian sheets feel like home over the double king sized bed, and I can't even catch a glimpse of the rest of Loki's Asgardian room before I'm pinned to the pillows.

"Not a word." He says, sitting back and taking his shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

"Fuck." I say with a cheeky smile, then I bite my lip. His eyes are dark with lust and anger and I am about to get exactly what I want from him.

He rips my shirt off over my shoulders and folds it, tying it around my face so it covers my mouth. He ties it tight in the back and puts on finger over my covered lips, the rest gripping my chin. "I said 'no'." He growls, then takes his tie that hadn't made it to the floor and binds my wrists together, pinning them above my head.

He bites my neck, leaving messy kisses and red patches all over my skin. All I can do is moan and feel his desperate, aggressive hands grope my body, his hands landing on my chest and holding my breasts in place while he plays with my nipple with his tongue. I can feel his heavy breath on my skin, and it sends shivers down my entire body.

He starts to lower himself, spreading my legs and dipping his tongue so gently across my skin that I have to close my eyes to focus, just to feel the tip of his tongue graze my clit.

His tongue slides down towards my entrance with more pressure this time, then lifts completely. He's teasing me. I moan, begging him to give me more. He keeps to his light pressure, and I can tell he's doing this as some sort of punishment. Too bad I like it.

"I know you want me, my dear, I know. But to be fair, you made me quite angry. I may not give you what you crave." 

I moan in protest, and his hands grip my hips to pull me closer to his face. My breathing is quick and heavy, and all I want is to be man handled by him. I groan again, begging him to give me what I want. 

He chuckles at me, then says, "You're going to have to speak up dear, I can't hear you over that gag."

I let out a muffled scream, and just then I feel his whole mouth kissing me, his tongue making me even more wet than I already am. His fingertips dig into my hips, leaving marks. 

After my back arches, he thrusts into me, pounding so hard that I have to hold myself against the bedframe behind me from moving up along the mattress. His moans are getting heavier as his hand clutches my neck. I feel him lean down over me, his face hovering inches above mine.

"Look at me." He demands, and my eyes flutter open. His gaze is hard and envious, as if he just can't get close enough. He rips the cloth off over my mouth and lands a passionate kiss on my lips. I barely had time to breath, so I take a deep inhale through my nose and moan out an exhale. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and I eagerly keep it there by kissing him, hoping he doesn't start teasing me again. 

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him as close to me as I can. This allows him to go deeper, and from that alone I know I'll be walking funny tomorrow.

When he tugs my hair my head tilts back, and his tongue traces down the front of my neck, biting at my collarbone. "Fuck..." I mutter, and his head snaps up towards me. He covers my mouth with his hand, the whole thing covering about half my face.

He pounds into me harder, making my eyes water involuntarily. I feel like the wind is getting knocked out of me. After a few minutes of this, he starts to slow down. He grits his teeth and groans, coming inside of me while I feel an electric heat run through my entire body. Was he holding off my orgasm until he was having his? Huh, it's good to have magic in the bedroom.

He removes his hand from my face as we pant, the both of us completely out of breath. His face softens and he places a gentle kiss on my lips. I relax everything, and he lays down on the mattress next to me. I look over at him to watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"May I speak now, my king?" I say confidently, yet my voice is still weak.

"Anything you want, darling." He says, returning to his normal tone he uses with me.

"I think I should make you angry more often." I say, giving him a cheeky smile. He chuckles at me.

"Then perhaps I'll provide you a with wheelchair."

I burst out laughing, which contagiously makes him giggle. His nose scrunches from his laughter, and I prop myself up on my side and wrap one arm around his ribcage. I rest my head in my hand and watch him laugh. I love seeing him so damn happy.

He pulls me on top of him, and I lay flat on top of his body. "Loki?" I ask him, moving a piece of hair back.

"Yes?" He says, doing the same with a lock of my hair.

"Why did you bring me to Asgard?"

A mischievous smile creeps across his face. "To change the future, of course."