Y/n L/n, class 5 mutant, is recruited by the Avengers to be their first line interrogative. Asgard is destroyed, leaving King Thor to help his people seek refuge on Earth. The God of mischief himself is to live with the avengers, the people that won...
Waking up the next morning, you cheekily opened your eyes to the room. Only you weren't in your room. You were in Loki's, and the Loki that owned the room was standing in from of the mirror in the corner, blue-skinned. Quietly, getting out of the bed, you glimpse at his reflection, barely making out the blood-red eyes - a small tear spilling from one- and light markings, before he snapped back at you, quickly changing to his normal form.
"what are you doing?" he asked, infuriated and upset.
"what was that?" you asked, a bit frightened by his current behaviour.
"nothing which you need to know, what were you doing?!" he walks forward dominantly, making you walk backwards out the door. Slamming it shut, you stood for a moment, registering the events that happened.
Loki broke down on the bed. Of course, you'd leave. Of course, you thought he was disgusting, that he was undesired by you anymore. He wasn't ready to show you yet, especially when things were going so good. He was unworthy of your love, and your reaction had proved it. His thoughts all went to silence when he looked over to the vanity table, the razor, taunting him.
You stood outside, waiting for any sort of reaction. What was that? Why was he blue? Your mind flickered to the conversation you had in the car, just before the night you realised your feelings for him.
They are these blue human-like creatures with hornsthathave markings along their body and red eyes.
Could that have been his Jotun form? It was most certainly intriguing, even if it was unusual for you to see him like that. A tear rolled down from one eye. Was he ashamed? Why? He looked beautiful.
"Loki?" You knocked.
Silence.
"Loki, please open up," you rapped at the door again.
Silence.
"Was that... Was that your? Your Jotun form?"
More silence.
"I'm not afraid... Or disgusted..... Please open the door!" You pleaded. After a bit of shifting and bustling around, the door was opened to a red-eyed Loki, but he wasn't blue. He was like how he usually was. You sighed, "Loki."
"Yes, that was my Jotun form," sucking in snot through his nostrils, he continued. "Why aren't you disturbed?"
"Why would I be?"
"Because I'm a monster." His voice raised now. Slightly breaking.
"No. You are a beautiful person. An amazing person. You are a person that is capable of loving and being loved. Your physical appearance does not weigh anything in defining how beautiful of an individual you are. You mean a lot to me. This doesn't change any of my feelings for you. You have worth. You make me a better person, Loki. You're my family." You hold his face in one palm, stroking his bicep with the other, pulling him into a comforting hug. He lets his tears run down, staining your shirt. Holding him close, you somehow end up with him on your lap, clinging on to you for dear life.
Stroking his hair, you keep giving him soft kisses as he starts to clam down. "Did you really mean what you said?" He whispers, anxiously waiting for your answer.
"I do."
"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"You are."
He shifts to his jotun form, letting the icy blue colour seep across him, eyes bleeding vermilion, soft tracings of silver and grey lining all the way from his forehead to his lower abdomen, disappearing into his pants and reappearing at the end of his boxers. He looks up at you, sitting up straight again, blood-red eyes piercing your soul. "Still think I'm beautiful?"
"Even more so," whispering, face moving closer, lips parting.
"You're still going to kiss me?" His breath fanned your face, as he looked into your eyes for any form of hesitation, backlash of some sort, which never came. Instead, he found himself kissing you back, hands running through your hair.
This kiss was different from the previous ones. It held this emotion. This feeling. Both of you unknowingly falling for each other. Both, unwilling to admit the fact. Sitting on your knees, you move to deepen the kiss.
"Make love."
The words startled him, but soon remembered he had asked you a question. "You want me to make love to you like this?" His voice was softer than a whisper, unsure if he was stuck in some sort of dream.
"Yes, and you're not dreaming," you smile. His smile was wider.
You both had sex a few more times after coming back from space. But this time he was making love to you as himself. As Loki.
Pulling you up into his arms, you curl your legs around his waist, holding his neck and hair for upper body support. God were they beautiful. The most beautiful person you've ever met. Maybe this might be it. This might be the person you've wanted to spend the rest of your night with. Maybe you were in l—
"Are you sure about this?’ they asked, nervous that you'd say no again.
Pulling apart from his neck, you held his face in your palms and gently spoke. "yes, and I want chains."
"Y-you want ch-chains?" He asked more excited and wide-eyed, but stuttering nonetheless.
"And I want you to make use of your dagger as well," you added with a stern face.
Gods, this was going to kill him. You. Chains. Knives. He was going to have the orgasm of his life.
"Are you not eager for this? We can always stop you know," you softly called, seeing as he didn't respond after quite some time.
"No! N-no. I want this. More than you know," he smiled as he placed you up against the headboard.
"Well then, tie me." Lifting up his belt from the ground, you handed it over to him, waiting to be tied.
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