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♥️ Midgardian fashion ♥️

Warnings : smut, smut with feelings

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The bifrost opened into the Golden realm and in came it's new king, Loki Odinson. Heimdall dipped his head in respect, as Loki passed by without any emotion on his face.

Oh, but there was a look of having accomplished something. Of course, bidding farewell to your sibling who's stranded on Midgard by your father who's not possibly going to wake up. He was happy, yet there was still a feeling of guilt. Is this wrong? Yes. And that's the way of Loki.

Good thing this last meeting was a secret between him and his brother.

As he teleported to the palace, which had lost it's glory, all the people he passed bowed to him in obedience. Norns, how long had he wanted this to happen. When he reached the private wing of the people of the royal court, he was encountered by the lady Sif and warriors three.

They too, dipped their heads. Loki pretended that he didn't mind them and walked away to his chamber.

When he was out of sight, it was the warrioress who spoke up. "He's being so arrogant! Like the ground must be grateful to be touched by his feet." Out of them all, she disliked Loki the most. But there was another in their group who liked him the most.

The only one in all the nines. Loki's secret love, Fandral the Dashing.

"His highness is probably in a bad mood, I assume." He spoke up for the trickster, like he always does.

"He could have just teleported directly to his chambers. Wanting everyone to look at his new Midgardian appearance, now? Such a show off..." Sif rolled her eyes.

Volstagg and Hogun stayed silent, not willing to comment anything about the king. He'll definitely know it anyway.

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In his chamber, the mage stood in front of the large mirror, observing his tie when his beloved appeared. "My king," the swordsman bowed as he entered the room. Out of all the others, Loki had permitted him to come in his room without permission. Only when they're alone, of course.

Having located the blonde in the mirror, the emerald eyes turned back to look at him. "You look weary. Is it the training?" he inquired, turning his attention to a large wardrobe. "Care to give your body some rest? You deserve it." there was a hint of the smile that Loki always shot towards Fandral as he looked at his bed and then back at him.

Fandral smiled as well and rose up to his feet, walking towards the large mattress. It has only been days since Loki had become the king and it's appropriate to say that Fandral was the most happiest person in Asgard.

It was love. They both knew it but still didn't had the guts to say it after a whole year of being together.

"The new clothes look ravishing on you," he stated as he sat down, to which Loki chuckled. "You do too," he replied, though the swordsman could see Loki eying him from top to bottom.

"I- thank you..." He mumbled, making the temporary king cock a brow and smirk. "Shy, now, are we dear?" He laughed, noticing the faint shade of pink on Fandral's face.

After successfully removing the tie, Loki too, joined the blonde on the bed, having decided to stay in the suit. (Only for a little while, *wink wink*)

He snuggled closer, resting his chin on Fandral's shoulder. It's been weeks since they've been close like this and they both missed each other terribly.

To the blonde's surprise, he found Loki's hand playing with the buttons of his shirt. After miserably failing to hide his blush, he did not wish to make the situation awkward and decided to speak up first, but Loki started. "Imagine you in these Midgardian clothes,"

"We'd look like the perfect crime partners," Fandral stated and the ravenette laughed. After much thought, he spoke. "Though i'm sure you'd look better without it," he withdrew his head from it's current place to properly look at the other male.

He, however, just laughed and shook his head. "It pleases me that you think my armor looks better tha-" he didn't finish his sentence, having realized what the silver tounge intended and his eyes widened like saucers.

"Huh?" He uttered. "Even the most dense idiot would've understood what i meant in an instant," Loki sighed.

It took the blonde quite a while for to register the fact that soft, cold lips were on his and a hand was wandering on the his thigh. Before he could return the kiss back, Loki pulled away and positioned himself on the larger male's lap.

"Well, you are my idiot," he linked their lips again and placed his arms on Fandral's neck, and his have found their way around the thin waist of the mage.

Two questions wandered Fandral's mind. What is Loki intending to do? Or... Is he intending to do it with him? His thoughts disappeared as soon as they were there, as a tounge forced it's way into his mouth and Fandral's grip tightened more on his waist.

He moaned when he felt Loki's weight on his growing erection. As if on cue, Loki pulled back, slightly amused, making Fandral more afraid. "I'm sorry, my king, I didn't mean it!" He said, almost a bit too fast for Loki's liking. "I didn't say anything, did i?" Slowly, Fandral shook his head.

Ever since Loki had become the king, he had been afraid that he'll be punished if he does anything that dosen't satisfy Loki. And so, he was acting a bit too formal, which pissed off the god of mischief.

Pushing the blonde on the matress on his back, Loki grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head. "Stay still," he muttered, noticing the shaky breath that escaped Fandral's mouth. The swordsman just lay there, obediently submitting to his king's orders.

Loki slid down, while the older man just kept his hands there. The mage untied his lover's breeches, already noticing the bulge in his pants. Fandral bit his lower lip in embarrassment when he felt his skin exposed to the cold air and to the king's eyes.

"Someone's excited, i see," Fandral tried not to moan when he saw Loki undoing his own belt and pants and more of his skin came into view. He let out a gasp when Loki wrapped his fingers around his member and gave it a few good pumps. "Ah!" Loki smirked at the sound from his lover.

Fandral blushed a deep red when Loki lifted himself up and positioned his entrance above Fandral's already leaking length. "Let me know if I should stop," and with that, Loki slid down, taking the blonde inside him inch by inch. He couldn't resist throwing his head back and let out small moans, while Fandral just lay there limp.

He so desperately wanted to grab hold of the king and move him more faster, but he knew better than to do whatever he wishes. "So obedient," Loki muttered as he picked up his pace. "Just for me," he bent down to whisper in his ear. "Mine," he practically growled, sending a shiver down Fandral's spine.

He let out a loud moan as he felt his climax, and Loki seemed to have understood that. "It's alright," he whispered gently. "C-come in me," he stuttered, the sensation being too much for also him to bear. With only those words, Fandral came, his eyes fluttering shut.

Loki followed, and fell on his back, on Fandral's side, both of them panting, exhausted from their love making. "Norns, you can take your hands from there now," Loki sighed, noticing Fandral's still position.

But when he did, he immediately threw his hands around the other male and drew him closer. Loki, although surprised, allowed one of his hands to play with the blonde locks of his beloved.

"Now I know why the ladies love you," Loki teased, to which Fandral just chuckled. "Oh, you haven't seen the true reason why they do, my king,"

"Well, unfortunately you're mine now," he whispered and snuggled closer to the knight. He knew all of this will be ruined, but for now, this is enough.

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