I can feel his eyes in me, wracking up my exposed legs, and mentally undressing me.

Even worse, being an empath, I can feel his emotions as he does so.

The sexual desire is enough to distract me as I try to read my book, now having read the same line five times and still not comprehending what it's saying.

What is this man's problem? 
Why is he such a horndog?

I slam my book closed and get up from the couch, making my way to the kitchen. He stands leaning against the counter, drinking his tea, acting as if he has done nothing.

"Hello," he says with a smile.

"Loki if you don't stop," I grit out, "I'm gonna beat your ass."

I feel his excitement flare.

Seriously?!

"Stop what?" He feighs innocence.

He always enjoys pissing me off, the little shit.

"You know exactly what."

I turn away and stomp to my room.

I close my door, locking it behind me, and flop down on my bed with a loud sigh.

God he's so annoying.
He pisses me off to the point that I wanna kill him, but I also kinda wanna see him cuffed to my bed.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!

I close my eyes and my imagination begins to wander.

I can see him beneath me, his hands tied above his head with his own tie. I could finally get that arrogant mouth of his to shut up as I ride it. I wonder if he really does have a silver-tongue that I could come undone on.

The thought sends a wave of fluttering warmth to my core, my hand venturing to follow.

I quickly disgaurd my shorts as my fingers rub my clit. I close my eyes, picturing myself above him, my hands tangled in his hair as I grind against his face.

I cover my mouth to keep myself quiet as I speed up.

Then something pops into my head. Something I've never thought of before. Something that makes me shiver in pleasure at the thought.

What if he was in his Jotun form?

I've seen him in that form before, felt his cold skin, seen his crimson eyes. And now I can see those eyes staring up at me, hooded and lustful, as I silence his constant jests and snide remarks.

My arousal increases as the images flood into my mind.

Wait.

That's not my arousal.
Not entirely.

It's someone else's.

The person next door.

I can feel it grow as the person becomes aware that I can sense then.

Loki.

He was reading my mind.

His arousal only hightens mine.

He seems to like the thought of letting me have him, dominating him.

I run my fingers along my slick folds, imagining it's his tongue, as I move my hips against them, edging myself more.

I can hear a distinct moan come from the other side of the wall.

Fuck.

I push two fingers inside of my entrance, releasing a soft moan of my own into my hand as I picture his body beneath me again as he lets me bite and suck at his throat.

I pick up my pace, letting out more small moans as I grow closer than my climax, his moans constantly sending waves of pleasure through my body.

My body arches as I spill over the edge, cumming hard onto my own fingers.

I can feel his arousal ebb, too, telling me he's reached his climate as well.

I can imagine his skin covered in his own cum, glistening in sweat.
A perfect feast.

I can feel his arousal begin again and I smirk.

You should really get out of my head, and get your ass in my room.

Now.

Excitement wracks through him at my commanding tone, like a needy little boy ready to do as he's told.

"Dinner is ready miss y/n," Friday comes over the intercoms.

Are you fucking kidding me?!

Disappointment rolls through the both of us.

I get up and clean myself up before putting my shorts back on and heading to the dining room what the rest of the team sits.

"Hey kid," Tony smiles at me as I walk in.

"Hey old man," I smile back as I take a seat.

The table is full of chicken, potatoes, and assorted fruits, all of which look delicious.

I glance down to the opposite end of the table to find a rather pissed of god passive-agressively stabbing at the chicken on his plate.

I can't help but smirk as I watch him.

Loki~

I draw out his name in my head, hoping to get his attention.

He looks confused for a second but subtly begins to look around the table, eyes searching keenly.

Loki~

His eyes finally meet mine, my smirk still prominent as he freezes.

His cheeks flash a light pink before he looks back down at his plate.

I can feel his arousal as I begin to replay the images I had been creating earlier.

I watch as his jaw clenches tight at he tries to keep himself composed.

He seems confused when I chose to imagine taking him in his Jotun form.

You're coming to my bedroom once everyone is asleep, understand?

He looks at me again, his eyes wide.

Understand?

His cheek flush pink again and he gives a small nod.

I finally look away from him and join in the conversation at the table.

The God of Mischief, the god that wanted to take over and rule earth, now answering to the whim of a mortal woman.

God I love it.

~

Dinner and the rest of the evening goes by slowly. Loki disappeared to his room a long time ago, anxiety dancing in him as I continued to instill my order in his head.

I'll take him in my room or his, I don't care.

Everyone else has gone to bed as I sit in the living room with Pepper and Tony watching a movie. The movie draws on and I glance over at the couple sometime in the middle of it to find them both fast asleep.

I smile at the cute sight before quietly getting up and heading to my room.

I close the door quietly and lay down on my bed just before I feel the spark of nerves come from next door.

Come here, Loki.

I coo the words in my mind, hoping that it will ease his nerves some.

I wait a moment, letting him think about it as his emotions swirl.

Nerves, excitement, fear, arousal, hope, dread.

They all swim through him, battling with each other.

Loki~

It's soft, barely the whisper of a thought.

A few seconds pass before I feel the end of my bed dip as someone sits on it.

Sitting up, I find Loki sitting with his back to me at the end of my bed. What catches me off guard is that he is blocking me out. I can't read his emotions right now.

"Loki?" I get to my knees and scoot up behind him, not yet touching him.

"You asked for me," he says still not turning to me, "so here I am."

"Why are you blocking me out?"

He stays silent and I hate it.

"Loki," my tone is a bit more stern.

"Because I don't understand," he murmurs.

"Don't understand what?" I put my hand on his back and glide it up to his shoulder as he shivers a bit at my touch.

"The things you showed me," I notice that he's gripping the edge of my mattress, "the things you want."

"What don't you understand about them?" I bring my other hand Unger his arm and around to his chest as I place a gentle kiss in the crook of his neck.

"Why would you want me in that form?" He's voice goes even quieter.

I know what form he means.

"Why wouldn't I?" I tug at the tie he has around his neck, gently taking it off, "it's still you."

I undo the top few buttons of his shirt as I kiss at his neck again before he responds.

"Because I'm a monster."

I halt my movements.

Monster?

His posture sags.

He really thinks he's a monster.

I grab his jaw and turn his head so that he's looking me in the eyes.

"Loki of Asgard, you are not a monster," I say sternly, "nor could I think of you as one. You may drive me completely insane, but I would never think of you as anything less than a god."

His barrier cracks and I can feel some of his emotions pour out.

Pride, longing, hope.

"But I am a-"

I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his, pushing my tongue between his lips, tasting him. I straddle his lap and push him down onto my bed, never once breaking the kiss.

I pull away, both if us breathless, as I look down at him.

"Don't you dare ever fucking say that again."

He nods obediently.

I can't help the arousal that washes over me as he looks up at me submissively.

I lean down and kiss at his exposed collarbone before going further down, unbuttoning his shirt as I go.

His eyes flutter closed as I reach the hem of his pants, slowly dragging a finger under his waistband.

"Look at me," I hiss, kissing his hip.

He obeys, his eyes meeting mine.

I show him an image in my mind and I can see the hesitancy in his eyes.

"Please," I whisper against his skin before placing another kiss on his hip.

His eyes close again and his breath becomes shaky as I watch his Asgardian mask fade. His skin becomes a delicious blue and cold to the touch. I trace my fingers along the Jotun markings on his chest, admiring his beauty.

Nerves and fear wash over him as I trace the marks.

"Loki," I cup his cheek, "look at me."

His crimson eyes slowly open to gaze into my brown ones.

"You are beautiful, in whatever form you take," I whisper, leaning down to his lips, "and no matter what you look like," I kiss him softly, "you are mine."

He lifts his head to meet my lips again, parting his lips to let me explore as he sucks on my tongue.

We part breathless again, his cold hands on my waist.

"Do you still wish to shut me up?" He breathes against my lip.

Heat pools at my core.

I'm suddenly naked along with him, goosebumps prickling my skin from the chill of his.

I smirk down at him.

"Oh I dearly do."

I kiss him again before raising myself, his hands helping to guide me to his lips. Once I'm there, he glides his tongue against my folds and sucks on my clit gently as he squeezes my hips.

I grab his hands and put them above his head, tying them together with his tie. He groans against my core, never ceasing his work as I secure his hands.

His cold lips and tongue send shivers rocking through my body as I grind into him.

My fingers tangle into his hair, holding his head still as I move breathy moans coming from my lips.

"Oh fuck, Loki," I breathe out as I move faster, "it feels so good."

I can feel the joy rush through him at my praise. He groans again, the vibrations pulling me closer to the edge.

My head falls back as I feel his teeth nip at my sensitive bud.

"Oh fuck," I moan, putting my hand on the head board for support, "do it again."

He does as he's told and my orgasm crashes over me.

My body stills as I cum but Loki's mouth continues to work, lapping up every drop of my high.

I lift myself from his mouth and go back to straddling his waist. His lips glisten with my juices as he gazes at me with hooded eyes.

I connect my lips to his, tasting myself on him. He lets my tongue dominate his again, as I grind my core against his rock hard member.

A mix between a whimper and a moan leaves him as I bite his lip.

"Please."

I can see what he wants in his eyes and I can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him a bit.

"Please what?" I say against his jaw as I nip his skin, "tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," he pleas, "I want you to make me yours."

"Such a good little god," I smirk as I kiss him.

I sit up and line his member with my entrance as I lower onto him.

Long, low moans fall from both of us.

Loki pushes his head into my pillow as I begin to ride him slowly, letting us  both enjoy the delicious feeling.

I look down at him and an idea comes to me.

"I want you to wear your helmet," I say still riding him.

He looks at me curiously but conjures his helmet for me.

I smile and bite my lip as I pull him to sit up, slipping his still tied arms over my head to settle around my neck.

I grind into him expelling more beautiful sounds from him.

I grab one of the horns on his Helmut and force his head back, exposing his neck to me.

I bite and suck on his cold, blue skin as I ride him faster.

"Please let me touch you," he begs as I move.

I chuckle, enjoying the state he is in.

I take his hands from around my neck and slowly, teasingly, untie the silk material.

Once freed, his hands softly roam my body, caressing my breasts and sides. I kiss him with the same tenderness, slowly moving my hips.

I'm not just fucking you, Loki.

I take his tongue into my mouth, sucking in it gently.

I'm making love to you.

I feel tears fall down his cheeks as I pull off his helmet.

I can feel the joy and love course through him as I wipe away his tears.

You are mine.

He pulls away, hand on my waist and one hand cupping my cheek.

"I am Your's."

He thrusts into me gently and I begin to move again meeting his thrusts.

The slow burn to our orgasms build, both of us savoring every second of it.

"Y/n," he moans as I clench around him.

We cum together, slowly riding out our highs afterwards.

We lay down, my body still on top of his as we relax and drift slowly to sleep.

"I love you," he whispers against my hair.

I smile and trace his Jotun mark lazily.

"I love you, too, Loki."

~
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