L oki's pov
I stood alone in my chambers, the green and gold and black furniture and decorations in a mess from a tantrum I had just pulled. Immature I know, but you'd do the same if he had been forced to watch the love of your life be forcibly married to your brother.
(Y/n), beautiful, smart, witty, absolutely obedient to me. She was everything a man could want in a bride, and now my brother would be the one to enjoy her. It angered me to imagine what they would be doing together now, the night of their wedding. Sure they may still be at the feast, but as each second passed it drew closer to me truly losing her forever. I would lose her lips kissing me, her eyes begging me, her hands trailing my arms when she was asking for something she knew I would not wish to do.
I was being tormented, the whole nine realms and my father decided that (y/n) was the only woman fit to marry my brother. If he knew all the things I'd done with her he would have been repulsed and gladly let her stay mine, my pet. I'd ruined her and i was the only one who could keep her.
However I didn't mention any of that when he had announced the engagement. I had received word not even five minutes after her lips had been around my cock, and those few words from the guard explained why she had rushed over, eager to please me. She wanted to apologize, knowing I'd be destroyed. And I was, I am. I'm worse now that it's official.
I glanced at the clock, pleading with it to slow. To stop. Stop this night, stop whatever my beloved would have to do. I did not blame my brother, both of them was a pawn in my fathers game. But I blamed my brother for the fact he would have to touch her. He would be forced to consummate their marriage and it boiled my blood. I forced myself to sit down, to push my mind away, I could not dwell on this, no matter how much I begged her in my head to come here. To come to me. I knew it could not happen so instead I forced myself back and closed my eyes. I would sleep through the biggest heart break I've ever had.Your POV
The wedding. The feast. They were all gorgeous, I was dressed elegantly in a gold dress, meant to look beautiful and almost like a Queen. They wanted to send the message that I was the future. Me and Thor were married, we were one.
Or at least, they hoped I would feel that way. Instead all I felt was a disgust. I was not meant to be here, not at this feast, not next to Thor, and later I would not want to be in his bed chamber. I felt compelled to bring myself to Loki. To show him once again I was his. I had no love for anyone but him. But if I did I was afraid of what would happen to me. Would I be killed for disobeying Odin?Loki's pov
I awoke what seemed like minutes later but based on the sky light it was hours. I kept my eyes closed, begging for a miracle that she would not have already given herself away. I pleaded with the gods and knew my request fell on deaf ears. I opened my eyes and looked up, just to see you standing in-front of me. Your skin glittered, and I knew you weren't here. An illusion, I must have made you in my desperation. You looked like you had today, wedding dress and makeup, hair neatly braided away. I wanted to ravage you. If this had been our wedding I would not have even attended a feast. I would've carried you here and spent the day, no—week, making our marriage official. You moved cautiously, getting closer to me and not making a sound. I silently cursed at how pathetic I was. I pushed my leather pants down until my hardening cock sprang out. Your eyes widen as you seen and my attention went to your body as I started to stroke myself. You were an illusion, unable to be touched. So I would sit here like a fool and fist myself at the image of you in a wedding dress.
"I wish so badly for your lips" I groaned out as I picked up speed on myself. Your glittering image moved to sit down in front of me, your mouth getting closer. I knew there would be no contact but I begged in my mind for it. My eyes fell closed as I tried to imagine a way to make this better in the illusion, but my prays were answered when I felt your lips connect. They wrapped around my cock and soon you were bobbing on it. My eyes flew open and I looked you over, your mouth, your body, your dress. I realize now the glitter wasn't magic, it was you. Glitter makeup and sweat mixed to create something that had tricked me. My eyes flew back to you sucking on me like i was your life line to living. You opened your throat up more and took every inch down into your throat. I couldn't help but moan as I felt my cock hit your throat, and I wanted more. If I was to ruin you on your wedding night then I would ruin it all. I would coat you in my cum until everyone knew. I would fill you up, over and over so the only one to give you a child tonight was me. If tonight you were meant to consummate anything it would be your devotion to me. I'd cum on your wedding dress and let you walk out of here, showing every guard on the way who you really loved.