Loki Imagines | Lokixreader

Be my sub | smut 🍋

I was rolling around in my attempt to fall asleep. That damned god of mischief was snoring so loud that I wondered how his lungs were still inside him. Our beds were in different rooms in the Avengers Tower but touched the same wall ... I had tried to kick the wall to wake him, shout, or even snoring louder. I had tried everything.

Well, except coming over.

And I had a good reason why. I was so damn attracted to him. Loki was my training partner since I first started as a member of the Avengers. At the start, I found his annoying personality attractive, how he would tease me, bend the rules, or be just really funny. And after that, there was no coming back - the physical attraction hit. I found myself staring at him in training, losing myself in his glistening eyes, pinning him against the wall and enjoying my place a little too long. And after a while, he picked up the signs. There were times in which his glance ate me up alive. He teased me about it without ever saying a word, but it lured me in like a magnet. Loki knew it. He had to.

But usually, I was shy. I didn't dare to do more than light flirting, I was often rejected by other people and that scared me.

Anger is an interesting thing - it had the strange power to loosen the inhibition level.

I got up from my bed and put my feet on the carpet.

I took a deep breath. My heart pounded fast as my thoughts went over all of this again but came to the same conclusion. I wanted him to stop snoring, and I wanted him at the receiving end of my teasing, and I wanted him now.

I got up from my bed and walked over to the door, the fresh air flowing around my nightgown. The moment that gave me the idea and the wish to dominate him happened three days ago but was as clear as if it happened this minute. I opened the door and darted into the hallway, quietly closing my door behind me.

It happened at training. We were fighting as usual, and I had started to win. Finally, I trapped him. I sat on his chest and pinned both of his hands over his head (with a little bit of superpower because he was stronger than me). The look on his face was something burned into my memory. The sweat made his skin shine a little, I felt his breathing under me what was more intimite than I had thought. A black curly strand of hair fell over his forehead, his green eyes were full of mischief, and as I rose and fell with his chest, he said in a rough, quiet voice: "Hm, I never thought about submission a lot. Did you?"

I had laughed it off and we continued training, but after his question ... I did. I did and I did and I did. Normally, I was a bit of a switch, liking both submission and dominace depending on the mood. And I had seen Loki as a dominant part without having to think much about it. But that moment in training ... I began to understand how fascinating it was to get somebody so dominant, so used to having the upper hand into submission. The thought of Loki begging me made me become beet red in team meetings. I had tried to trap him in training multiple times, but it never worked - and in the evenings I touched myself imagining it did.

And now I was here, in front of this door, to make it happen. I smirked a bit while my blood rushed through my body. Loki maybe had a vague idea of what he made me wish for, but he had no idea of what that meant for him.

I knocked.

The snoring continued.

I knocked again, louder.

A grunt from inside the room. Then: "Come in!"

I grinned and opened the door. "Hey. I just wanted to say I am trying to sleep and your snoring is making that very hard."

Loki lay like a dark sausage under his blanket, only the head and his messy hair visible. "Too bad", he sighed.

I closed the door behind me.