Loki and Thranduil Imagines

The Deed. (Thranduil x Reader)

For IrisEnigma

Before you all going to read this one shot, I'm giving you a fair warning for anyone who is still below 18 and the one who can't stands reading through lemon. I'm sure you know what I'm referring to, I'll be blunt it's sexual theme story. Beware for any triggers in here. I'll tell you when it started. I'm so sorry for everything in here. My first time, you can't blame me.

Here you are, standing with very drunken Elven King. Once again, bickering.

"Why did you call at the time like this?!" You yelled towards him.

The said elf just glared at you beneath his impressive eyebrows. Icy blue eyes seemed far more darker than the usual. You are the only elf that dares to mock him and stand against him. Every decisions that he made, that make you feels unsatisfied, you are not afraid to make it know to him.

The elves around you knew that you hated the King. There's nothing you could do to change your perspective of him. All you saw is a paranoid King who is too afraid to fight what is rightly belongs to the realm. You supposed to follows every order that come out of his mouth without any objection like any other lowly elves, but no. You follows your own very heart. You blame your mother's human side. The stubborn streak surely came from her. Your mother was a half-elf, while your father was a full elf. And that's make you-what, a one and a half elf?

"Undress me maid." He growled. Face flushed with all the alcohol he consumed that night.

You scoffed and turned your back to him. Slowly adjusting your sleeping robes that almost slipped off your shoulder. "You're jesting with me. You know full well that I'm not your personal maid."

You remembers the poor elleth that came running to you. Tears track on her face as she begged you to go to the King's chamber.

"Pl-please (Y/N). The King is demanding of your presence. He-he..." she cried.

Oh you no need anymore explanation.

"Alright, alright." You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'll help you."

And...that is why you standing in front of the intoxicated King.

"I bet you send her running to me with your bad breath and horrible attitude." You spat at him.

The gleamed in his eyes died. He stared at you with an unreadable face. You wonders how on Arda he managed to pulled off that face with alcohol in his system and he's not even slurring a bit.

"Undress." He growled and took a step towards you. "Me. You half-breed."

You snapped at him. "Don't call me that."

He took another threatening step forward while you unconsciously took a step back. There's something wrong about him tonight, and it made you scared.

"Or what?" You braced yourself. No, you're not going to back down.

"Or I'll fired the girl." And your heart tugged. You don't want to involve the poor girl. From her state, you knew the job far more that you need.

"Damn you to Morgoth." You growled before you started to walk towards him.

With an unsatisfied look, you began harshly take off his outer robes. Thranduil growled and you stiffened under his harsh glare. You tried to calm yourself down and started unbuttoning his tunics. Red crept on your face when you saw those unblemished skin of his. His well defined and toned chest. Ass you popped out the last button, suddenly you were gripped by the neck and harshly thrown down to the Queen sized bed. You yelled in shock and scrambled up. The look on his face was pure lust and wild. It made you scared.