Loki Laufeyson One Shots

Presents and Persuasion

finally getting back into writing after a few years, so everything from this point on is not written by a teenage girl 😂

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The 'gifts' started after he first saw me in the library.

I'd been silently browsing through the restricted section, looking for more filthy romances to satiate my virgin mind. He'd caught me, of course, intrigued as to why the girl he had, up until that point, considered as a little sister, took pleasure in reading such ribald content. After teasing me relentlessly, the mischievous prince let me go slinking back to my room in shame. But not before he'd made a brazen proposition.

'Perhaps I can... educate you on the ways of the world...'

The silvertongued bastard really did believe I was going to let him teach me about life's greatest pleasures. And I had held opposite. That is, until the books started showing up.

The first was left on my nightstand, a little bow tied around it like a present, and a single corner folded down to reveal one of the most lascivious scenes I'd ever read.

For weeks, the books arrived in much the same manner, each gift grating against my ever waning restraint. The scenes were truly vulgar, even for my extensive literature knowledge. I wondered where he'd found them. Wondered if they were even real, or just a figment of his magic. But sooner or later, I could never really pinpoint when, the characters slowly started to morph from faceless and unimportant, to two very prominent, very real, people.

My imagination ran wild, picturing the Asgardian prince doing said depraved, wicked things to me, as per the scenes in the books. But it wasn't until tonight that I truly lost my mind.

I'd returned to my chambers after playing a game of cards in Thor's room when I found another book tucked onto my nightstand. I snatched up the novel, settling down onto the mattress to see what his mind found inspiring this time. Tonight's passage was a chapter long escapade solely focused on female pleasure. The male main character attended to his lover for hours, teasing her with his fingers and tongue, not expecting anything in return.

I couldn't help imagining him.

After rereading the scene a few times to torture myself, I forced an early night. I slid into my usual silk slip, gliding beneath the covers, before proceeding to lay there, tossing and turning, the sheets feeling agitating on my skin.

An hour passed of me simply staring at the ceiling, until I finally huffed a sigh of resignation and crawled out of bed. I donned a robe, silently slipping through the quiet palace until I got to his chambers.

It was dark when I slid through the double doors of his expansive room. As I padded closer, I found him asleep in bed. He looked beautiful, almost angelic in his slumber. Nothing like the hell raiser who'd been destroying my restraint the last few weeks.

I slipped off my robe, tossing it over his desk chair before slowly crawling across the duvet.

Loki woke almost instantly. His groggy green eyes locked onto my figure as I moved closer, before he sat up against the headboard. He watched me with surprised, but hungry eyes.

"What are you doing here, love?" His voice was low and rough with sleep.

I paused by his legs, thankful for the dark lighting so he wouldn't see the furious blush crawling its way up my neck and face.

"You horrible, sinful man." I whispered. "Was this your plan? To drive me to insanity until I came crawling into your bed, begging for you to touch me?"