Loki x reader Holiday oneshots

every snowflake is individual, yet still so beautiful ♥

A/N: Warning! Contains: smut (rough sex, light choking, fingering)

Imagine watching Christmas movies with Loki, until you get bored and decide to trace Loki's Jotun markings, which then lead to a very frustrated God of Mischief....... 

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The storm raged on, making it rather impossible for you to go anywhere or even do anything outside for that matter. Instead, you had opted to watch some holiday classics with your boyfriend, Loki. You laid in bed together, cuddled up under your favourite blanket and you couldn't help but think to yourself about how badly you wished to see his Jotun form once again. Loki had showed it to you several months ago and only because he didn't want to hear your endless pleading, knowing that it would become quite annoying very fast to him. You turned over to look at him, his eyes leaving the screen to peer down at you the very moment he had noticed. "Yes my dear? How may I help you?" he questioned, a small smirk on his features, hoping that you were getting bored of the show and were wanting to do something much more fun. "Loki, I want to see your Jotun form again, it's been too long," you replied, your tone soft and gentle, with a doe-like expression on your features. Loki's eyes widened in utter annoyance, sighing in a huff, but then as he saw how much this truly meant to you, decided to give you what you desired. He nodded and concentrated as he closed his eyes, gradually transforming into his most hated form, by him anyway, as you absolutely adored it. How couldn't you? Those lovely marks that flowed all along his gorgeous, slim physique, those crimson eyes that glowed like rubies and the coolness of his icy blue skin, a relief to you on so many occasions.

He looked so perfect laying there, but something still wasn't quite right. Ah yes, he still had his clothes on, as did you. Taking it upon yourself to remedy that, you unbuttoned his black shirt, allowing it fall open to reveal his nicely toned chest; which was shaped just right, not too little nor too much. You pulled him up, slowly sliding it down past his arms, until the garment was completely off of him. Just as you went to remove to his pants, an idea came to that always working mind of yours; thinking that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if you were to take your time with him, worshiping him like the god he is and make him see why you love this form of his so much. Your eyes fixated on his chest, enticed by all of the lines that ran to his arms, torso and down to his legs, leaving you unsure of where to even begin; so, you decided to pick one, starting with one on his left side. You followed it wherever it went, slowly tracing the line with you index finger, until you reached the end of it and started over on a whole new line, making your way from his shoulder, down past his collarbone, continuing until you reached his V-line. This was when you gently bit your lip, moving your finger even slower to tease him, though to be honest, it was getting you as well but you stayed strong, still have many more lines to trace. While working your way back up to his chest, Loki rolled his eyes while watching you be so intrigued with his markings, thinking that they weren't that interesting to ogle over for such a long time; which unbeknownst to you, truly had been awhile, a good forty-five minutes to be exact, and you would gladly spend hours doing this if it would he would learn to see this form as you see it.

The very sight of you doing this made him smirk a little in amusement, yet he couldn't help but feel slightly agitated, wanting to do so much than just watch you trace his markings all night. In fact, he needed more and was willing to do whatever it took to get it, even if that meant spoiling your fun. "(Y/N), you've been at this for over forty-five minutes, can we move on now?" he pleaded, his tone somewhat desperate, no matter how much he tried to hide it. You ignored him, still tracing that same line of his, which made a bend around his nipple before forking upwards to his shoulder, then plummeted back downwards on his arm. He sighed in a huff, an irritated expression laced on his face, not liking this at all anymore. Nor, did he really care much for it to start with; maybe just a teeny, tiny bit. "Darling please," he stressed, glancing over at you, hoping you'd hear him this time. You reached out with your free hand to place a finger over his lips and then looked at him, a gentle look in your eyes as you did. "Shh babe, I'm curious about how far this one goes," you stated, using a hush tone on him, still tracing the line down to his elbow. Oh by the Norns, was this ever going to end? Loki just wanted the tracing to stop and the actual fun to begin, growing more and more impatient with each passing second. He wanted release, and he wanted it now. Enough was enough.