Loki oneshots

Prologue

He lifted her up on the desk gently, yet impatiently. He crashed his lips onto hers in a heated kiss, filled with so much passion and hunger.

Loki had waited so long, too long in fact, for this moment. He knew, the moment they met, as the days turned into months, how close they had gotten over time. He remembered how vulnerable he felt when his feelings for her had surfaced. He had never felt so connected to someone before, so safe and protected, and above all else, loved. She understood him better than he understood himself. Opening up was not his strong suite and she knew this quite well. They both suffered from something and that's what brought them together. Their deep understanding of one another and undevoted love for each other was what made them stronger. From then on, he just knew, she was the one. The one he needed. His other half. His y/n.

The day Loki had asked y/n to be his had really cemented how he felt about her, and above all else, his need to claim her as his. He needed her.

Mind, body and soul.

He wanted it all.

It was no secret that little y/n was a virgin. The topic of sex had been brought up numerous times between the two of them and Loki never pressured her into anything she was not comfortable with. However, ever since they had made it official, Loki had found it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself, and y/n felt the same way. The small glances, lip biting, the way he held her waist. It was getting too much for the both of them. All the blood had rushed down to his lower region, and he couldn't wait. And that explains their current situation: snogging on his oakwood desk in his room against a floor-to-ceiling window over looking New York city. The leather mini skirt she had worn to their date night was toying with his mind all evening, and the black sheer polo neck did not leave much to the imagination. It covered her delectable breasts while revealing a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her long h/c hair fell down her back in waves. Oh, how Loki did love long hair, and all the things he would do with it. These thoughts clouded his mind as he held her close to him, not wanting to let go, their lips sealed to each other with a purpose. Y/n had one arm around his neck and one hand holding onto his arm to support herself. They stopped for a moment to catch their breath and just gazed into each others eyes. Loki knew full well that those big e/c doe eyes hid a completely different persona which he couldn't wait to reveal.

He pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her thighs closer to him. She yelped in shock to the sudden action and wrapped her arms around him, holding on for dear life. He smirked and chuckled lightly. "Cute." He lifted up her chin to face him, and looked into her eyes, those damn eyes. 'They'll be the death of me', he thought to himself. He stroked her cheek with his thumb gently and brushed the hair from her neck. He was at a loss for words at that moment. He was so taken by her beauty and innocence, it was all so overwhelming.

"Do you want to continue? Do you want us to go further tonight?" he asked as he gazed at her.

Consent was key, and he always asked for it no matter how deep in the moment he was. This was a big step for y/n, a leap into completely new territory, but she knew the answer. She could never imagine giving herself to anyone but Loki, and in that moment, she did not hesitate. Y/n gave him a small shy smile.

"Yes, please."