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(MATURE) Blue (Part 1)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Man, do I have something hot and steamy for y'all today 😏   We all love Jotunn Loki, and wish we got to see more of his true colours. This is an entire one shot dedicated to literally just that. Bon appetit.

P.S: Credit to whoever made that picture, it inspired this whole thing 😂

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CONTEXT: Loki has never truly accepted what he really looks like---what he really is. Y/N helps him learn to love it.

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Things are in the way; chairs, sofas, counters, coffee tables.

Loki simply walks right over the last one, Y/N clutched tight in his arms, her lips on his.

Shoving the door open with one foot, he lowers her onto the bed, clambering onto the mattress to crouch over her little body. 

Y/N hums as he sucks her lip in that way he's found she likes, the noise accidental and utterly delicious. Finding her hand on his shoulder, Loki takes it---liking the feeling of her fingers filling the spaces between his own.

She must like it too because she grips his palm back, tightly. Her other hand is at his head, in his hair, and when she clutches it tight, a grateful moan rolls through Loki's chest; like the purr of a large animal.

He's smiling; Y/N must be able to feel the edges of his teeth against her throat, the contrast hard against the soft kisses he'd pressed there. Loki nips at it---her throat---the curve of muscle connecting her neck to her shoulders, then soothes the hurt with his tongue.

In response---and to his delight---Y/N urges him closer, tightening her grip, a muffled giggle gracing the shell of his ear.

There's only him, only her, only them and now and that heat building between their bodies; his body so big, her's so little, beneath him, beneath him---

Something flares in Loki's stomach, his moan mingling with the raspberry-stain bruise he'd been sucking into Y/N's neck.

And then she goes completely still.

Loki notices it immediately; that something has changed. He can feel it, her muscles all hardening below him at once, each joint gumming up, the mood dying all of a sudden around them like it'd been shot.

For a horrible second, he thinks he's hurt her.

They've never done this before. They've kissed; at first just shy pecks, then long presses, and then now, something deeper, more desperate. More exciting. He's gotten too excited---He doesn't know his own strength. Well, he does, and that's the problem. He should have treated her like eggshells, so brittle, her mortal body, so delicate---

Loki draws away enough to look down at Y/N's face, hoping against hope he doesn't find it crumpled with pain. He shouldn't have let himself bite at her skin. In this state, this hungry, he can't trust himself to restrain every ounce of his power---

But Y/N doesn't look like she's hurt.

Loki's dark eyebrows pull together, confusion flashing behind his eyes. "Why did you stop?"

She's not looking at him. She's looking...behind him? Her eyes too wide, her mouth an 'O' sort of shape.

Struck with a cold sort of horror, Loki turns his head quickly, throwing a furverent glance over his shoulder at the door. Has someone come in? Has Tony, Thor, an employee seen them like this---