Loki Imagines (Smut edition)

Yearn For Me

Summary: Loki has been acting strange lately and you want to know why. When he tells you, you decide to punish him, to make the message you are trying to get across, stick with him.

Word count: 3,716

***

“You’ve been acting strange.” You dropped your coat over the back of a chair and faced the God with your arms crossed in front of your chest. “First at my friend’s party, then at the event from my work and again this evening as we we’re having a drink at the bar.”

Loki made a dismissive gesture with his hand and bridged the distance between the two of you, trying to kiss you. 

You pushed him away. “No. Talk first!”
“Mortal. I am going to get what I want.”

Even though Loki’s threat sounded real, it wasn’t. You knew he wouldn’t harm you or do anything you didn’t want, and this was just a cover up to avoid a conversation that was - in your opinion - long overdue.

“Oh, you'll get it already, after we've talked!” you promised, your stance was unwavering.
A sigh fell from those lips you wanted to kiss so badly and this time when Loki tried, you let him, even though you didn't cooperate.

He opened his mouth, demanding entry to your mouth with his tongue, but you kept your lips closed.
Internally, you sighed. This was going to take some more drastic measures to get the problem addressed…

Loki’s hand had already found your waist, traveling over your hips towards your womanhood; he didn’t reach the destination.

Your hand shot forward, grabbing his balls through his trousers and twisting hard. Immediately Loki broke the kiss, trying to pull away, but you held him. It was a nasty move, but you could already feel him growing hard.

Masochist .
You gave a harsh squeeze, making him grunt before you let go. Yet, the desire that touch had awakened within the God was unmistakably shimmering his green eyes. Too bad, he would have to wait.

Squaring your shoulders you looked at him over the bridge of your nose and pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

You wouldn't take no for an answer.
“Mortal,” Loki hissed threateningly. “I'm not going to-”
“You are!” you interrupted. “Because we mortals talk to our partners when they have a problem. And you clearly need a lid on that haughtiness of yours to keep your mind focused.” You wouldn't relent. “Down!” 

A moment of hesitation was visibly clear in the God's posture, but then he complied, slowly sinking to his knees while holding your gaze with a defiant glare.

“Tell me, what’s the problem?”
Loki averted his eyes to the side, a muscle in his jaw clenching. He obviously didn’t want to tell.

Situations like these always made you painfully aware that you were only a human, facing a God who could kill you within the blink of an eye. But you also knew Loki wouldn't harm you.

This wasn't the first time…
“Loki. Speak!”
He ground his teeth, still not wanting to say what was the matter. You put your foot between his legs, resting on his groin.

Still no answer.
“You aren’t going to get anything unless you answer me,” you flicked casually, softly rubbing circles with your foot.

Loki chuckled and a grin spread across his face. “I think our points of view differ on that matter.”
Slightly angered, you huffed. He was right!

Immediately you pulled your foot away, the bulge in his pants visible.
Every little bit of physical touch you were going to give, was a victory for him. Hurt him or not, there was no persuasion to be found. Thus you resorted on staring him down, your arms crossed, your posture regal and you waited.