A castle for us

My soul

WARNING!!!
This chapter has filthy smut.

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Three knocks on your door. It was happening. Heavy, armour-clad footsteps sounded on the hard stone floor. Loki. He was imperative to the execution of this plan. On your way out of the room you were both to stun everyone you saw on your way, no matter who it was, and make your way to Odin and his family. He was going to be the first to go. You'd failed to kill him once but it wasn't going to happen again. He was going to beg at your feet and god were you going to love it. Loki snaked his arms around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was donned head to toe in gold jewellery and adornments. You were both fit to lead.
"Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?"
"Are you having doubts, my love?" You gripped onto his arms roughly and pulled him in tighter.
"No! I want to see this through. I did in the beginning and I do now. We will rule on a pile of gods. Just us."
His words soothed you, they always did. He didn't have to do anything to make you soft putty in his hands. A new age of gods brought down the world with you two to guide them. It almost felt like a fever dream.
"However... we do have about an hour before we have to go to dinner. How about we skip straight to dessert~?"
He pulled his arms from around you and began to take off his adornments and gold jewellery. Next came his shirt. Oh how you missed this sight. Excitement over ran you and you frantically began to take of your own freshly pressed clothes. Within seconds he was completely on you. Tearing away what you had left on your body, gripping all he could, pleasure spreading from your core to your brain. This time wasn't like the last, you both seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces. His hands perfectly resting on every small curve your body had to offer. Your arms around his neck and his holding you as close as possible. His strong, toned arms lead you to the comfortable bed, pushing you onto it.  He trailed kissed from your lips to your collarbones, travelling further down the the hem of your underwear. He planted soft kisses over the fabric just to tease you before sliding back up to give attention to your lips. Your fingernails made patterns in his skin and touched all he had to offer. He was perfection. The definition of beautiful. A god among men. He controlled you. He controlled your soul.

It was sloppy and lustful. It didn't feel like you were there, you felt like you were floating. Encased in the heat of your own body and his.
Things moved quickly and before you knew it he was working magic between your legs like he'd done this to you dozens of times before. You were coming undone beneath him, your hands gripping his long, black hair, pulling.
"Please, Loki~" you groaned out between moans.
"Please what?"
"Please. More."
Pulling him up to your face by his hair, kissing him harshly and unbuckling his belt you were filled to the brim with excitement and joy. Face bright red. Your eyes locked with his, glazed over and lustful. You just hoped that this time wasn't like the last. This time would be full of love and pleasure. No "connecting your consciousness to his via dick".
This time you were going to make love.
You belonged to him and he belonged to you.
He positioned himself carefully and you gave the nod to tell him he could proceed.
With a quick and harsh thrust you were one. This time you weren't thrown into his memories. This time a wave of pleasure washed over your entire body. Loki let out soft grunts with each precise thrust and gripped your hips for stability. Your nails were making crop circles in his skin as you tried to cling to reality. Nothing else mattered. Not your plans for mass murder or your life back on earth. Just him.
Every now and then he would slide his hands up your side reassuringly. It was like he'd done this with you dozens of times, like he knew exactly how you worked. You couldn't have met a more perfect man to rule.
He was losing grip and had to bite into your neck to steady himself. The pleasure overthrew your body and within seconds of him speeding up his thrusts you were a moaning, sweating and panting mess beneath him. You'd reached your climax and come undone and, not too soon after, he had pulled out and spilled over your stomach.
"That- was- incredible~" he breathed into your chest, struggling to keep himself up. Your entire body was stuck in a state of euphoria. He regained his composure and quickly ran off to the nearby bathroom to grab a towel, cleaning the both of you up. The moment couldn't have been purer. The only thing to wake you out of your blissful trance were the three swift knocks on your heavy bedroom door.
"(Y/N) are you ready for the banquet? We should be eating in about 20 minutes."
Valkyrie's voice called out. You looked at Loki, stunned, before thinking of something to say. She couldn't come inside no matter what.
"Yes! I'm just- getting dressed!"
"Ok. Take your time but please do hurry."
A close call. As sweet as she was she had to fall along with the others. But maybe she could prove herself useful? No! What were you thinking? You had no time to get sentimental.
You hopped to your feet, fixing your hair and shoddily putting your clothes on, hands shaking. It was probably best that you didn't show up looking like you'd crawled out of a six person orgy.

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"Are you ready, love?" His voice was as calming as ever. Something was different about your relation ship.
He owned your soul.