You are out for a nice walk, on a warm day in Asgard. You wonder to yourself where your husband, Loki, is. You haven't seen him since this morning, and usually on days like these, he would suggest a nice horse ride or a visit to Niflheim. But you shrug as you enjoy your beautiful surroundings. He's probably reading or something.
Maybe he's been roped into another foreign delegation by his brother- while your brother-in-law Thor is a fine heir to the throne, Loki has the tongue to settle any matter.
You go up to the palace balcony, gazing out over the water. Your home truly was beautiful. As you stand, a palace hand comes up to you, bowing in your presence. You smile back, and he gives you news. "The Allfather wishes to see you, m'lady." You frown a little, wondering what Odin could possible want you for, but you nod pleasantly anyway, and follow him back to the throne room.
"Ah. Lady (y/n)," Odin's voice rings out as you enter, "I have an urgent matter I must speak to you about." You swallow, stepping up in front of the throne. "Guards- leave us," he booms, and soon, it is only the two of you. "What is it, Allfather?" you ask, "Is it about my wayward husband?" you ask playfully, and though you expected the King to remain serious as ever, he smirked.
You look at him curiously for a second, and suddenly, in a flash of green, he transforms before you into... Loki. You gasp, looking around. "Loki! What- what are you doing?! Where's Odin?!" He grins. "On a business trip to settle a small squabble with the trolls. He told no one but Thor, mother and me. He'll be back shortly."
You close your mouth, and breath out. "If anyone ever found you-" "But no one ever will," Loki mumbles, and eyes you. You look up at him, and see the look he's descending upon you. You have to admit, seeing Loki in full-out golden armor, sitting on the throne as if he owns all of Asgard and everything in it, turns you on too much.
He smiles down at you as he watches you shift your body. "You like seeing me like this, don't you darling?" he asks, his voice low and husky, "In control... looking down at you hungrily." He beckons you to come up to the throne, and you bite your lip nervously, giving one last glance around before joining him.
He opens his legs wide and invitingly, and after a pause, you sit on his lap. You wrap your legs around his back, and he pulls you close to his chest. "Look at you here... sitting on my lap, like nothing more than a king's whore... for me to order about." You exhale shakily as his words send shivers of arousal through you.
He chuckles deeply, the vibrations moving through your body. "Do you want me to fuck you like this?" he growls in your ear, "With you, sitting on my lap? I'll let you fuck yourself on my hard cock... you'll be wet with arousal, knowing that any moment a guard could walk right in and find Princess (y/n) of Asgard coming on top of me?" You gasp, and he fondles your hair. "Yes, you would, wouldn't you? My dirty slut... pleasure your king, now."
You nod, and move the black leather of his pants down underneath his armor, freeing his already half-hard member. "Oh, Loki," you breath, and he looks at you in lust as you stroke him to full hardness. He grits his teeth, and grabs you roughly, lifting you up and lowering you down over his cock. He twitches inside of you as you move down his length, and you moan.
"That's right," he growls, "You see how hard you get me? My darling, you are a goddess..." You look deep into his eyes, which seem to sparkle a little despite the almost completely darkened pupils. You watch them shut a little as you shift on his lap, angling him in differently.
"Oh, yes..." he whispers, "Fuck me, my love," he says, giving you a little more power to do so than he usually would. You quirk an eyebrow, and lift yourself up a little, sliding back down until he was so deep it almost made you gasp.
