L . Laufeyson ★ Loki X Reader Oneshots

XXV. Fem!Loki X Reader. Belief

▷ "God, you're a shitty wife and yet I still love you."

▷ Notes. WARNINGS: I've come to a revelation as I lay on my death bed. Life is too short to be a prude and I'm not going to die one. So this chapter has smut and big girl/boy words. So if you don't wanna be blunt about what's under your clothes don't read. Here's my contribution to International Celebrate Bisexuality Day. I'm late because I'm dying still but I did it so here, accept it. I know Loki is pan but hey maybe reader is BI? WHO KNOWS? All you need to know is there's smut. Sorry for typos it's late and i'm just, ugh, feeling icky. But here's something to read I don't know how I did it but I wrote something.

"Loki!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, the noises of the brothel coming to a screeching halt at the sound of your voice. Everyone's eyes were on you maidens, men, elves, dwarves they all watched as you and Thor stood in the doorway of the whorehouse. Thor's eyes darted to and fro but yours only searched for that of a pale dark-haired person you intended on murdering.

The maiden running the establishment you knew her all too well Amora, the enchantress. She rolled her eyes and stood with her arms crossed looking at you fiercely. The long running animosity between you both had erupted when you had learned that she and Loki have had more than a few dalliances in their youth. Most of which were no strings attached and something you had learned from Thor, Amora's new prey, when no one else thought  you should know.

"I mean..." you looked over your shoulder at her and smiled brilliantly giving a sense of mock innocence to the woman you loathed, "hello Amora, you lying bi-" Thor cut of your latest screech with a heavy hand over your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist lifting you until your feet dangled midair.

"Hello Amora, how are you fairing? Is business well?" Thor said in a rushed tone as you thrashed and cursed in his arms, fighting for no reason in particular. Maybe it was the condescending looks Amora gave you after you had learned of her and Loki's sloppy dealings that had been sending you over the edge for years. If there was anyone you wanted to choke it would be the skinny blonde in the corner, wearing a strappy corset and some ripped tights.

"Hi Thor," she squealed sounding like the yip of a small creature, "I hear you and that Midgardian are no more." Her eye brow raised as she said the words and no sooner were the spoken did Thor's eyes dart up the grand staircase.

Thor nodded quickly and looked past the abundance of women and men flirting with men and women alike, "We must catch up sometime... Is Loki here?" You both knew the answer was yes but for Loki's sake you prayed it would be no.

"Upstairs," she said waving her hand in the direction and smiling at Thor. "Thor as much as I love you, you can't come to my place of work out of the blue like this. Most guards don't want to see their superior as they get serviced."

That's when you and Thor took into account of the mass of bodies you both knew in the dusty light. There were rooms upstairs in the large house no doubt but downstairs was another story. There was a lobby and Amora with a guest book in her hands. The men and women sitting on the couch waiting their turn were covering their faces or looking away. Many of which you knew exactly who they were, on the other side in the den the curtains were covering where the loud moans and grunts were coming from. Though they had seemingly died down as soon as you and Thor entered the mansion. The orgy that had been taking place before you had gotten there had to be behind the thick green curtains of shame.