Life with Loki - short stories

His Sanctuary, That is You - II *

Warnings: Mature Sexual Themes / Unprotected Sex / Creampie/ Female Oral Sex/ Penetration/ Nipple play
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His heart, that is you.

Loki held no doubt that you had captured his heart. You seemed completely unaware that Loki had already signed his heart over to you. A midgardian woman now owned the once iced heart of Loki of Asgard, God of Mischief & Lies, the rightful King of Jotunheim. Perhaps you always had owned his heart somehow? Even long before you were born.

The God was sure you were an angel. Placed here within the realms, just for him. The care and warmth that radiated from your smile, from your eyes, from your entire being – he was sure you were one of thee angels of peace that his mother Frigga would speak of.

Hearing of said angels, would relax a young Loki enough to surrender to sleep in his most anxious times as a child. The stories of the Angels of Light - had continued to be a form of comfort in his darkest of times. Those long, cold nights filled with pain, terror and defeat, whilst he was crushed in the merciless grip of Thanos, Loki's mind would recall the feeling that the angels would deliver him, through the memories of the stories that his mother spoke.

Loki felt that feeling when you were near. He felt the warmth, he felt the safety. You had given him protection, and had helped nurture him back to sanity, back to life. He was convinced you were his angel.

His angel of peace.

His eyes would watch you in amazement. Every move your body would make before him -whether they were rested and graceful movements, or exhausted and clumsy- his eyes never tired of you. Every noise that came from you sounded like blessing bells of Valhalla. The sound of your laugh alone, made Loki feel that he was finally home.

He watched your hands, as they crafted their way around the top of the coffee plunger. He watched you pour a cup of coffee, which was intended for him. You had intention for him – not many the beings held an intention for Loki that was anything other than hate or blame.

By the Norns. Loki was so desperately in love with you, and his endless love for you only grew as the days grew longer. Morning, and night, you were there before him as he closed his eyes, as they opened at the dawn. Then you were there before him, throughout in the house.

He knew he was, now, the luckiest man within the nine realms.

You were his best friend, his truest friend. You were the sun which had shone upon him again. You were his sunshine. But in addition to being the orbit of Loki's world, the sexual tension that was brewing, became harder, unbelievably hard, to sweep to the shadows.

He had never seen such a being as you. By the stars, you were delicious. His thoughts became increasingly impure. Loki fucked his fist to the vision of you, day after day. He came, over and over, to the vision of the two of you. Your bodies intertwined in a sweaty mess of love.

He tried to restrain his erotic thoughts, but as he found you leaning over the kitchen bench with your luscious ass sticking out, in his mind he was suddenly fucking you over said bench as you screamed his name. Yet he craved so much more than your sex. He wanted to nurture you, for you to lay in his arms... he just, wanted, you.

Did you feel the same? Were you attracted to him at least? I mean, you had been attracted to Steve Rogers, much to Loki's dismay, but Loki couldn't conclude on these internal questions which now continuously weighed heavily on his mind. Whereas there was no question of his physical attraction to you.