About: Loki is forced to pay for his crime by marrying a mortal woman. He is not thrilled about the fact and neither are you. 

"I do," you said in a firm voice, his piercing emerald eyes throwing daggers at you. Your held a straight face as he glared at you, his muscles straining beneath his formal Asgardian armour. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening with the next words spoken. 

"You may kiss the bride now," rang through the large room filled with people you had never seen before. In fact, you hadn't seen anyone in this room beside the man in front of you. A couple years ago he had tried to take over New York. He had a price to pay for his crimes. And that price was you. 

The Allfather would make him marry a mortal woman, because Loki Laufeyson despised them. They had taken you from earth and brought you here. That's how you ended up in a white dress, Loki slowly leaning in, until his lips met yours. 

It wasn't a kiss shared between two lovers, no, it was cold, full of hatred and loath. He bit your lip, you gasped in surprise, pulled away. You frowned slightly when he spoke directly into your ear, breath cold against the shell of your ear. 

"Serves you well, wife," he snarled. He leaned back and put on the fakest smile you had ever seen and nodded to his mother, who sat perched on the seat, her clapping soon followed by the gawking crowd. 

The day carried on slowly, people were dancing in a large ballroom, the Allfather and Mother both seated on Thrones on a dais while Loki and you were standing somewhere at the side of the room. 

Your stomach rumbled: you hadn't eaten all day and right now, a whole buffet was spread in front of you. You quickly decided to take something that looked like a big schrimp before you started drooling. You were about to put it in your mouth, but someone snatched it out of your hand and devoured it. 

You glared at him. 

"I was about to eat th-" He grabbed your wrist and towed you away from the safe corner. 

"Were going dancing," he interrupted, dragging you in the middle of the dance room. Your body moved along with his, with him ocasionally stepping on your toes. You couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or if he was actually that bad. 

His fingers dug into your waist, for certain leaving marks there while his nails were leaving traces on the back of your hand. You winced. 

"Listen here, filthy quim-" 

"I'm your wife now," you bit back harshly, purposly smacking the heel of your shoes on his foot. His face contorted. 

"Shut it, we're not having a conversation, pet," he growled. "I didn't ask you to be my wife. I despise every one of you." He spun you around, made you lose your balance and smack against his chest, almost tumbling to the ground. He smirked. 

"Well I didn't ask for this either, Mr take over the world. This is completly your fault. If you hadn't taken over the world we wouldn't be in this situation." He guided you gracefully around the room, his fingers squeezing the life out of you, but you kept going. "Or if you actually succeeded in taking over our world." You snickered, but the smirk quickly left your face as he dropped you. 

He caught you just in time before your head would hit the marble floor, earning an applause from a few men that were watching. You glared at him. 

"I will not tolerate you talking to me like that," he seethed, shoving you off the dance floor. His hand clamped around your upper arm as he dragged you out of the room into the never-ending corridors. It felt like he was cutting off the blood circulation in your arm by his iron grip. You wimpered. 

"You're hurting me," you told him, prying at his fingers, but he didn't let go. 

"I don't care," he barked. 

You walked for a long time before coming to a halt in front of a heavy, marble door with golden decorations. He pushed them open and forced you inside. 

The door closed with a loud thud, the next thing you knew was being shoved against it, hand gripping at your throat. 

You gasped, clawing at his hand as he pushed his body against yours. 

"I could kill you so easily," he threatened. "I can't have a burden like you hanging around while executing my plans to leave this palace." 

"You can't kill me," you said, his grip tightened in response. "You can, but your father will have you locked up in a cell again, and then you cannot escape-" You were having trouble breathing now, your vision started to blur. 

He let go then, grunted and looked you dead in the eye while you gasped for air, blinking rapidly. 

You smirked at him, letting your weight lean against the door. 

"Did you agree to this?" he suddenly asked, pacing around the room. You raised an eyebrow. 

"To what?" you questioned, rubbing the sore spot on your neck. He rolled his eyes. 

"To be my wife, what are you stupid?" he spat, throwing his hands up in the air. "I'm fucking married to a mortal! How much do they want to humiliate me? This crosses the line!" You were not impressed. 

"I did not. I didn't ask to be married to a man with anger issues who's currently throwing a tantrum." He stopped his pacing, raised an eyebrow and approached you like a lion stalking its prey. You grew a little nervous, never had he looked so murderous. And you doubt he would care about your meaningless life. Even if that meant that he would spend another two years in prison. 

"That's right mortal. I wouldn't care. I'd rather spend two more years in prison than spending a lifetime with you." He smirked and approached you. You gulped when he took your wrist rather forcefully, towing you to the bed that stood in the middle of the room. "I'd be forgiven anyway, and your life would be wasted. No one would care anymore." He pushed you down on the mattress. 

You landed ungracefully and a moment later he was already straddling your hips, pinning you down with one hand while the other hand gathered the skirts of your dress. You froze. 

"Where is your big mouth now?" he teased, hand disappearing underneath your skirts. He chuckled. "Have you never done this?" You gulped. 

"No," you mouthed. A smirked tugged at his mouth. His fingers toyed with the fabric of your panties. A sudden desire wrapped itself around your body, along with the fear of him hurting you. Your own your confused you. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, little one," he said lowly. "Yet." Your breath hitched. "What do you say wife?" You ran things over in your mind, watching how he was patiently waiting for your answer. 

"Yes," you whispered, clearing your voice. "If you're gentle, and don't hurt me." He smiled, almost genuinely. And you were genuinely confused, why the sudden change of heart? 

"I wouldn't dare to hurt you," he mocked, plucking at his armour and undressing himself. You anxiously watched how every inch of his body was slowly being exposed. 

Once fully exposed, your eyes desended on his d-

"See how hard our little conversation had made me," he asked, stroking himself while straddling your hips again. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. 

"I thought we weren't having a conversation." It will remain a mistery where you found that courage. He smirked. 

"You pay attention very well," he teased, hand resting on your hip and grinding into your thigh. You bit your lip, His hands slowly slid over your legs, dragging his nails across the skin, making your skin itch for his small attentions. He then grabbed your ankle rather harshly, eliciting a highpitched yelp from you. He smirked and gracefully slipped your heels from your feet, placing them onto the mattress gently. 

Your stomach churned with nerves and anticipation as he placed a heavy palm on your shoulder, forcing you onto your tummy, so he could open the buttons of your dress one by one, tortureously slow. Your body was aflame by the time he slid the light fabric off your body. 

Only in your bra and panties he flipped you over. His fingers hooked in the waisband of your panties and dragged them down, eyes locked with yours, the heat between your legs getting worse. 

Loki moaned at the sight, dragging his thumb across your core. You exhaled sharply. 

"If you want me to stop say red, okay? I'll stop, no hard feelings," he spoke. You nodded. 

"Okay," you rasped, cheeks flustered. He smiled, grabbing your chin and placing a haste kiss on your lips. It was different from the kiss shared in front of his whole family, quicker, but more considerate and even loving. Your thoughts got cut of when his tongue dipped inside you. 

You moaned louder than expected, and put a hand in front of your mouth. He gently placed your hands next to your body. 

"I want to hear you, love," he said softly. You threw your head back as he lapped at your juices, pleasure licking up your spine, making your squirm under his touch. He grabbed your hips to hold you still, dragging his tongue over your pearl. 

Moaning helplessly, a wave of pleasure wracked through your body. You desperately grabbed his head, hands tangling in his raven locks. Your back arched and you obscenely thrusted your hips against his tongue. 

A cry left your lips and you came. Chest rising and falling with laboured breathing Loki withdrew, and crawled on top of you. You looked at him in a haze, eyes glazed, cheeks tinted a bright red. 

Red, no way you were going to get that word over your lips. 

His hair was slightly tangled, and you realized you did that. You gulped, mouth hanging slightly agape as you took in his handsome posture, balancing himself on top of you. He flattened his body against yours, leaning in, lips ghosting over your jaw, nipping and kissing. 

You sighed, and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He unhooked your bra and let his mouth wander over the swell of your breast, then sucked both of your nippled until they turned pink and pebbled under his touch. Once satifsfied with that, he locked eyes with you. You were breathing fast, and craved of having him inside you. 

"Loki," you whined, toes curling as he lined himself up at your entrance. He moaned as he pushed the head inside, stretching you already. You bit your lip, chest expanding. 

"Relax," he soothed, placing his lips against yours, not kissing, just mumbling nonsense against them as he continued slipping inside. He groaned, cupping your cheek once fully sheathed. He let you adjust. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep your breathing even as his thumb gently caressed your cheek. 

"Are you alright?" he asked soflty, placing a kiss on your sweet lips. You nodded. He smiled and withdrew a little, before slipping back in, making the both of you moan out. 

"Oh God," you whimpered, angling your hips so he could be deeper inside you. He groaned, baring his teeth. 

"Yes, I'm your God," he said through gritted teeth while increasing the pace which he was thrusting at. He took your hands and pinned them beside your head, pressing them into the mattress. His back arched beautifully as he lightened the fire between your legs, the pleasure driving you into a frenzy. 

You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut at the intense happening between you two. Your grip around his hands tightened and you opened your eyes to watch his face contort with pleasure. You moaned, he gazed down at you, leaning in closer to catch your lips in a heated kiss, overflowing with passion. You drowned in it, reveled in it as you hoped that this could last forever. 

Your walls fluttered around him, the coil in your stomach tightened. He called your name, his voice warm like melting chocolate. You snapped, back arched and came around him, moaning his name while your legs spasmed in the heat of your orgasm. 

He increased his thrusts, driving you mad - you almost came a second time before you felt him empty himself inside you. Breathing erratic, he collapsed beside you and took you into his arms, still inside you. 

He started kiss you slowly, tongue tapping against your lips, so you opened and let him explore wile he absentmindly rocked his hips against yours, keeping the flame in the pit of your stomach awake. 

He pulled away to look at you, stroking your hair out of your face and letting his hand rest against the back of your head. You swallowed thickly, cheeks burning red. 

"Are you going to kill me now?" you whispered. He chuckled, shaking his head. 

"You're my wife. I'm lucky to have you." You smiled and reached up to kiss him again.