'You look lonely' - Loki

When you enter the gym, you are surprised to find it empty. Usually, at this time, either Thor or Rogers are here. Well, you shrug your shoulders, that means you can blast your music loudly and don't have to use your headphones.

However, when you take them out, you hear rhymical banging from the other room. It's always four tocks, followed by a minute of silence before it picks up again. It's coming from the room Clint usually trains in. The one with the wooden targets.

You furrow your eyebrows. He's not here at the moment.

Quietly, you walk across the gym and peak into the room.

It's Loki. He's throwing daggers.

You have never seen him just wearing casual sweatpants and a shirt. It's rather confusing. But also hot. You gulp as you observe how he aims. How he holds the daggers by the blade and how the muscles of his upper arms move, how they tense when he throws.

He looks angry, distressed, maybe. But mostly…

"You look lonely." You speak up. His head snaps around. His eyes are dark.

"I can fix that." You add.

Without looking at the target, he throws the last dagger at it. It hits dead center. He does not take his eyes off you to check. Apparently, the look in your eyes is enough validation because a smug grin spreads on his face.

He strides towards you. You straighten your back, suddenly awfully aware that you did just shamelessly shoot your shot with the god of mischief.

"I would have never guessed." Loki murmurs as he stops right in front of you.

"What?" You ask quietly, shifting your weight form one leg to the other.

"That you're such a whore."

You cough.

"Oh, come on." He tuts at you. "Don't get all flustered now."

"I- I am not sure I understand." You clear your throat.

"What's there not to understand?" He grabs you by the throat and pushes you up against the wall, right next to the door. His lips on your ear, he whispers: "You want me to fuck you, do you not?"

"Yes." You breathe out, intoxicated by his proximity. Your hands pressed flat against the wall, you try to control your reaction to him. Failing miserably, you press your thighs together.

Loki hums and leaves a kiss to the side of your neck. Goosebumps spread over your body.

In an attempt to retaliate, you move your hips and brush his crotch with your thigh. His knees buckle and you grin satisfied.

He quickly recovers, by taking your down with him. Hands on your shoulders now, he pulls you to the floor. You slide down the wall to not fall over and then are pinned to the ground by Loki crawling on top of you.

With wide eyes, you look up at him.

"I am very much enjoying the turn of events." He comments.

You claw into his upper arms, feeling the muscles you saw work earlier.

He leans down closer, so that you can really see every detail of his eyes.

You snake one leg around him and yank his hips down, his hardening dick pressing against your crotch.

Loki lets out a groan and leans down to kiss you.

But before your lips meet, Steve's voice echoes through the room: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

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[note: warning for knife play – like all the way, don't read this if that makes you uncomfortable!]

You literally have to take a cold shower to cool down.

Thanks to Steve's intervention, Loki and you scrambled to let go of each other. And you quickly left, cheeks flushed as Steve shouted at Loki: "Are you serious?"

"What can I say, I-"

You didn't hear the rests of Loki's reply.

"Shit." You curse at yourself. This was a stupid, impulsive thing to do.

The others will never let you hear the end of it.

God, the comments Nat and Steve will make – probably for the rest of your life.

Your hair is still damp when there is a knock on your door.

Most likely Tony to chide you…

You're stunned to find the God of mischief in front of your door.

"Oh. Hello." You hear yourself say as your pulse hammers away.

He gives you a grin and steps closer.

Intuitively, you take a step back.

Loki keeps walking until he's in your quarters and can close the door behind him.

Nervously, you look at him: "Listen, sorry, I don't know what came over me. I-"

"Unfortunately, not I."

You cough.

"Jesus Christ, Loki."

He's standing right in front of you, lips pursed.

"Tell me, darling, would you like to continue where we left off, or should I go, and we never speak of this again?"

You blink, surprised that he actually wants you and wasn't just carried away by the moment.

After a long moment, you simply start to take off your clothes whilst walking towards your bedroom.

Letting out a chuckle, Loki follows you.

When you're stripped to your underwear, you raise an eyebrow as he is still fully clothed.

"Say please." He orders with dark voice.

"No." You reply immediately.

He clicks his tongue dismissively.

You hold the eye contact and wait for his move.

Suddenly, he materializes a silver dagger from his sleeve.

Your eyes widen, but you also bite your bottom lip.

Loki tilts his head and observes you shiver in anticipation.

"Oh? You like this?"

He steps closer – this time you don't move back.

Eyes fixed on your face, he lightly presses the blade to the outside of your thigh. The cool metal causes goosebumps to spread over your arms and legs.

Slowly, he drags it upwards. You feel the sharp edge. It doesn't cut you, it just scratches your skin.

He turns it, the point of the knife now slithering under your panties. Your breathing hitches, but you don't stop him.

Fiercely, he yanks the dagger to the side, cutting the fabric. You hear it tear apart; then he is quick to switch hands and do the same on the other side. The shreds fall down and land between your feet.

Loki's eyes dart to your exposed sex and he hums in approval.

Then he lifts his hands. One he lays on the side of your face, making you lean into his touch. With the other, he draws an imaginary line with the knife up from between your boobs to your neck.

You cannot help but put your hands on his sides and press your thighs together, desperate for friction.

"Do you want me to fuck you with it?" He murmurs.

Slowly, you nod, very aware of the blade on the side of your neck.

He smiles and leans in for a kiss. You sigh into his mouth and bury your hands in his unruly hair. Meanwhile, he adjusts his grip on the knife and presses the tip of the hilt against your clit. You gasp and he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You push against it with yours.

Clit yearning for attention, you roll your hips.

"Careful." Loki reminds you.

You nod and rest your hands on his shoulders. Locking eyes, he watches your mouth fall open as he pushes the hilt of the dagger into your cunt.

Your knees almost buckle, and he puts his arm around you to hold you upright.

Slowly, he starts to fuck you with the metal. It warms up inside of you and you sigh at the sensation of being stretched.

"Fuck, you're a dirty slut." He comments, obviously aroused.

You're not able to reply and just lightly slap his cheek.

It makes him kiss you feverishly and speed up the thrusts of the hilt.

Your legs start to tremble, and you lean your forehead against his pectoral.

"Will you really cum all over my dagger?"

You hum and nod.

"What a good little slut, you will get so many rewards."

His promise makes you moan. "Shit, Loki…I-"

You have to try really hard not to press your thighs together as your orgasm builds.

By now, Loki's hand smashes against your cunt as he fucks you as deep and hard as the length of the hilt allows.

You gasp and tense. "Oh my god."

You moan, biting into the fabric of Loki's shirt.

Desperately, you hold on to him while your orgasm explodes violently.

To not cut you, Loki throws the dagger aside and holds you up with both arms.

You let him guide you to the bed backwards and gratefully sink into the mattress. Your legs still twitch, and your vision is blurry.

He holds you until you can look at him again.

Then he presses a kiss to your lips.

You smile and tell him: "After that I will not only say please but also kneel for you."