A/N: Some minor sex description
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He was a strange man, gorgeous in a creepy way but strange. The way he spoke was so formal, elegant and poetic at times.
"I am Loki. Of Asgard." I started to laugh a bit because if only you could see the look on his face. "Your mortal, why are you bellowing with laughter? Do I amuse you?"
He steps close to me, his face inches from mine, looking into my eyes with that wierd spear touching my arm.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled under my broken giggle, "you're not from around here, are you?" He looks at me with piercing eyes, offended.
"No, you puny mortal! I am Loki, of Asgard!" I step back a little after he slams his stick on the cement below us.
"Look...Loki? That's your name? Loki, listen. Comic Con is in Las Vegas, not here, okay?" He sits down in the chair behind him, running his hand through his jet black hair, frustrated.
Where did this guy come from? I thought. And why is he at MY house?
"What are you? You look....evil." Still standing there, I cross my arms waiting for his reply. "I seem to be trapped, on this ghastly planet. I, Loki, son of....Laufey," he lets out a deep sigh, "How does one define themselves a villain?"
Loki's head lifts so he's looking at me. I walk over to his side, sitting in the empty chair next to him.
"For all they know, I could be working for a better cause," he continues, eyes focused on mine. "And they could be the ones despised by humanity."
Now I'm not sure exactly what's happening but this Loki guy, I can tell he's been to hell and back again. I grab his hand which was settled on his thigh, in comfort.
Loki told me of his travels, his brother Thor, how he's adopted without a father who doesn't seem to care, and his battle against The Avengers. He was animated, angered but overall, he was lost.
"You're misunderstood. I don't know why or how, but sitting here, listening to the pain you speak, I can tell that you are nothing less of what people see you as."
It was at that moment, I saw this emotional side of this Loki of Asgard. And behind that wall he puts up, he's a gentle soul. A very good-looking, gentle soul.
"You are very pleasant to look at, Megan." he said, tightening his grip around my frail hand. I can feel my face redden as he smiles at me. "You as well Loki. You are absolutely gorge-" I couldn't finish my sentence because he forces his lips to mine, silencing me.
I want to pull back, to deny this man of my kiss but he's a broken soul, lost in a world he's not familiar with. It's not right I show him how to survive, right?
So I kiss him back. Hard. He answers back with a slip of his tongue, entering my mouth. I run my fingers through his loosely, slicked back hair, pulling gently. His hand runs up my leg, stopping just before my entrance.
"Look at you mortal so fragile, so tempting." Loki whispers in my ear. My legs spreading apart, waiting for him. "Yes, that's it beg for me. Beg for the touch that you crave."
He enters three fingers, massaging my center with his thumb as he thrusts in and out. I whimper at his every touch, my body falling more and more for him.
The pain is nothing I've ever felt before, not is his kiss. This is something I could definitely get used to. I place my hand between his legs, grabbing his member. Monster crotch for sure.
Loki grunts as he feels me reciprocate the lust he's been teasing me with. He pulls out his fingers, dripping wet, and pushes me down flat.
"You are so consumed with lust, I can see the flush in your mortal cheeks," he says with a devilish grin on his face. "I will make you beg for my fingers over your skin, my tongue across your body, and my magic stick deep inside you until you are screaming my name."
Within in one second, I feel the most intense pain I've ever felt. He's inside me, my body falling numb with the pain. Yet, it his erotic pleasure is overcoming it. I take a handful of Loki's hair, screaming his name in excess.
"Unnnghh!!! Loki...ffuuuuccckkk!!!" his hands find my curves, one hand cupping my right breast tightly.
I began to feel as if I was on another planet, the ecstasy of his touch, his kiss, his everything. This certainly cannot be real.
Loki begins to tense up, his body stiffening. He's close and so am I. His blue-eyes glued to mine, such a monster this man is. Our lips meet before the climax. This kiss was so different than any of the others, it was real.
I arch my back as he trusts, taking us both over the edge. His pale, lean body falling next to mine. He turns to his side, brushing my wet hair out of y face, looking at me, planting a soft kiss.
"You are mine and only mine, you Midgardian angel. Never forget that."
I close my eyes for three seconds & when I open them, he's gone.
Loki, son of Laufey, is gone. My Asgardian God.
