Lokasenna

Three

A killer on the loose, a missing waitress and a church left to smoke and ashes. What a nightmare for the small town that hadn't ever heard of the Avengers, the people that were supposed to restore all peace, the superheroes that were made to defend their home.

Thor placed his hand on the ground, the ground that was covered in pieces of wood and stone, a ground that had once been a sacred place, a home to those that laid their trust in the one they called creator of all life. His heart ached as he studied the confused people, the ones that had believed in his long lost brother, the trickster himself.

"He can't be far, at least not with a girl he has kidnapped." Nat let her eyes wander, admiring the calmness that surrounded them, the neverending wilderness, a quiet place that no longer was as innocent and careful as it once had been.

Both couldn't explain why Loki had taken the girl with him, they didn't know much about her, just her name and that she had been a waitress. None of them suspected that she had followed him willingly, speaking silent promises to him before he had burned the church to the ground.

"Because I'm your only way out of here." He kissed her, lips instantly replying to his touch, arms slung around his neck as her heart focused on his love.

He was right, he was her only way out, the ticket to freedom, away from her father and her job, away from the nature that seemed dull to her eyes, the trees that never seemed to change color, the water that always stayed calm even as a storm was brewing in the distance.

(Y/n)'s hunger for adventure got the best of her, lips parting to allow his tongue to meet hers. Loki's hands wandered to her behind, squeezing her soft skin, pulling her closer to his growing bulge, the cock that twitched in anticipation.

"Come with me, I'll show you places you can only dream of, I'll protect you." His words seemed too good to be true, but her naive mind seemed to lay her trust in the man whose hands had once been covered in blood, the hands that had killed too many people to count.

Her glistening eyes watched the church burn, the flames that danced in the night, the smoke that met the cold air. She didn't feel any remorse as her hands met his, following him into the forest with nothing but her trust for him, no longer did she belong to the small town that hadn't changed in centuries, no longer did she belong to the father that had barely talked to her.

She was free.

"Where do you think he will take her?" Thor's mind raced, thoughts confused, no longer understanding his brother's plan. Once he had thought that he could read the trickster like the books Loki would read, once he had thought that he could put an end to his brother's harmful ways.

"He will take her to us." The words left the god before he could stop himself, eyes meeting Nat's. "Loki will try to demonstrate that he is smarter than us, he will try to trick us, we have to get to them before he arrives at the tower."

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(Y/n) fell against the mattress with a heavy sigh, her eyes burned just like her feet. They had been on the run for hours, maybe even days, she couldn't tell. She didn't have a choice but to trust him, he guided her through the thickness of the trees, told her stories about the home he grew up in, the family he longer called his own. Her heart ached for the god that seemed to be misunderstood by the rest of the world.

Carefully he tugged on her shoes, the sneakers that were covered in moss and mud, hands running up and down her bruised legs, massaging the knots in her muscles that began to harden.

"You've done so well for me, pet. I'm proud of you." Loki tugged on her hands, pulling her into his chest, kissing her forehead. She felt protected in his embrace, kept on holding onto his tall frame, the muscles that flexed beneath her touch. Both fell into a silent routine, moving towards the shower that barely fitted them both, but somehow they managed to make it work, naked bodies pressed against one another.

"My beautiful girl, let me take care of you." Loki's fingers met her core, pumping into her heat without another warning, spreading her walls. She was putty in his hands, knees weak from his touch, forcing him to hold onto her.

"You need me, you need my touch, you need my cock, don't you?" (Y/n) could only moan his name, forehead pressed against his muscular chest. Her fingernails pierced into his upper arms, walls fluttering as he teased the swollen spot inside her heat.

Loki gave her a once over with his darkening eyes, admiring the body he had seen as the moon was rising and as the sun was greeting another day, the body he had kissed, the body he had manhandled, the body he chained to him. Her heart throbbed like her clit, relying on him and his touch.

"You know what I love most about you?" Loki pulled his fingers out of her, pushing them into her mouth, shutting her up. All too eagerly she sucked on his skin, moaning at her taste, hoping that he would stop his teasing and finally give in.

He was like a drug, a drug she had been addicted to for months, slowly wasting away with her mind focused on him.

"That you are always so needy for me." He slid into her, hand covering her mouth as her back met the cold shower tiles. Water crashed against her frame, drowning out her muffled gasps and moans, forcing her to close her eyes.

The feeling of her walls clamping down on his cock urged the god on, fucking her with his hand moving to her throat, keeping her locked in place. He slammed into her over and over again, a ferocious pace that matched the neverending stream of water that cascaded down their bodies.

(Y/n) cried his name, choking on the last drops of air as Loki began to tighten his grip on her throat, cutting off her airway. He leaned in closer, lips placed against her ear, making sure that she could hear each and every word that would roll off his tongue, a narcissistic man that needed her praises like the heart needed blood to beat.

"You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you? Let's find out how much you can take." Loki's hips met hers so violently every inch of her body got pushed back against the wall, robbing her of every drop of air that lingered in her system. She gasped, cried and moaned.

Her hands met his wrists, holding on as her vision began to fade, she would pass out all too soon. The feeling of his power running through his veins coaxed a moan out of him, watching his cock slide in and out of her, followed by the sound of his skin slapping against hers.

With her lips forming an o-shape (y/n)'s legs gave out, body hurling itself against his frame, clinging to him. Seconds before her system would give up he let go of her, arms slung around her waist, making sure that both would cum at the same time, a powerful orgasm that would connect their souls.

"Loki," (y/n) stuttered his name, no longer able to think straight. She was climbing higher and higher, about to reach her peak, ready to let go in his arms. The pressure in her abdomen began to tighten, forcing tears to well up in her eyes, tears that got mixed up with the now cold water.

Both moaned in unison, letting go as their orgasms rocked through them. He filled her up, cum leaving stains on her walls, heat spreading through her. Neither of them said a single word, holding onto the moment as if the world wasn't looking for them, painting him as the criminal and her as the victim he had pushed into misery.

Carefully he slipped out of her, kissing her swollen lips, swallowing the hiss that rumbled through her. Tonight they would rest, laying in the all too uncomfortable bed, without any worries clouding their minds. But as they would dream calm dreams of Asgard and the home she had left behind, the Avengers were finally finding traces of them, wondering if Loki was going against the plan they had thought he would hold onto.