Loki - That TVA girl - Smut

Loki has been brought in by the TVA. He had just watched a tape that showed him his future, but what if you step into the room? The tape starts again and a whole new future begins to play.

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Loki had just seen his life flash in front of his eyes as he sat at the small table, a grey-haired man with a pointed nose in front of him. His eyes glazed with tears, but he blinked them away, ignoring how he had just seen his mother die on a film the man had played.

"You could help us," Mobius offered him. Loki made no sound of acknowledgement and crossed his arms over his chest. Mobius started to clean up the small table, since the tape had come to an ending and Loki seemed to avoid every interaction with him.

His head tilted to the side as the door of the dimly lit room opened and revealed a small frame, entering while brushing some strands behind her ear. She was stunning, Loki realized.

"Hi, daddy!" you said enthusiastically .

You hopped of the dais and tiptoed to your father, handing him the papers you were holding.

"Thank you, dear," Mobius said with his friendly smile, giving you a pat on the back. You felt a pair of emerald eyes stabbing your back. "Are these all the files that were available?" You shrugged.

"Yeah, the grumpy deks lady didn't want to give me any more of those," you muttered, pointing to a green file. "That's the information about - uhm - him." Mobius lifted his gaze from the file to Loki, who watched you like a hawk.

"We have quite a lot of variants of h-" The screen lit up again, lighting up the room and cutting your father off midsentence. You frowned, watched with interest as the film featured the God of Mischief - and you?

You were both surrounded by people that worked for the TVA, they handed him a jacket that stated 'variant', which didn't please him in the slightest. The screen started to blur, as if suddenly changing its mind and dotting out a different future for him.

It resembled a huge room, green aspects decorating it. He was on the bed together with you and you were both - naked?!

Your heart leapt out of your chest and you darted forward to find the button to turn the film off. Mobius quickly joined you as moans filled the grand room. You eventually ripped the tape out of the machine, tossing it on the floor, cheeks burning red. You stomach dropped as you looked at your father.

He averted his gaze from you and looked at the floor.

Someone cleared their throat and you both looked up to a grinning Loki.

"Seems like you precious daughter is going to call me daddy too," he taunted Mobius. Mobius bit his lip, closing his eyes and probably searching for an answer. His face too, was crimson.

"That's never going to happen," you stated, although some dark desire crept along the edges of your sensible mind. "That tape is broken." Loki laughed breathlessly.

"Who would have thought that there would be something good about my future?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "Why don't you show me my room?" Mobius put on a stern face.

"You really have to watch your tongue, Loki," he warned. "Now, are you going to help us or not?" Loki cocked up an eyebrow, eyes wide.

"With catching that variant?" he asked. Mobius nodded, a careful smile spreading across his face, eyes twinkling with hope. "I don't really feel like it." Mobius rolled his eyes and gave you a meaningful I-am-so-done-with-this-guy-look. You giggled and took your leave. You had other bussiness to attend.


Hours passed and you were sitting next to you best friend Casey, making jokes until someone smashed him to the ground. Casey stiffened and fell against him desk, tackling you along with him.

"What's your name?" Loki asked, Casey blinked.

"Casey?" he squeaked. Loki's eyes met yours and he smirked, looking back at your friend.

"Okay Casey, tell me where the Tesseract is or I'll cut you like a fish!" Loki hissed, the little light on the collar around his neck lighting up red. Again, Casey blinked.

"What's a fish?" Loki's eyes widened.

"How do you not know what a fish is?" Loki asked, throwing his hands up in the air. You laughed silently.

"I just sit at my desk the whole time. I just want to know what I'm being threatened with," he squeaked. Loki frowned, then with a dramatic handwave hissed:

"Death!"

Casey stumbled over to his desk, pulling open a drawer. Loki's eyes instantly met with the glowing blue cube. He reached out for it, examining it closely, before his attention snapped to something else. His hand dived in the drawer, strirring some colourful rocks.

"You have infinity stones," he mumbled under his breath. Casey nodded, smiling.

"Yeah, we have quite a lot of them," Casey said. You nodded.

"I use them as paperweights," you casually mentioned.

As much as you liked to talk longer, guards of the TVA quickly got their hands on Loki and captured him again. His escape was unsuccesful and he eventually agreed to Mobius' request to help you find the infamous variant.

The defeated God was still in his prisoner suit, and 'demanded' he was to be handed at least some new clothes, preferably - and I quote - 'fine Asgardian leather'. So with his request you meandered over to his room with a pile of clothes, a simple black pair of trousers and a white buttton down shirt with a black tie - and to make the picture complete, a beige jacked with the orange letters that stated 'variant'. You smirked and knocked on the door you father had instructed you to go to.

Almost immediately the door creaked open, and your mouth fell agape. Your heart hammered in your chest and you swallowed loudly as your gaze slipped past Loki into the room. Green curtains were haning from the ceiling by the windowns. Green nightlights stood on either side of the bed, one wall painted a deep green. It was the same room the tape had shown you.

"It leaves quite the impression don't you think?" he said. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, please, come in." You momentarily forgot why you were hear, dark fantasies hijacking your thoughts. You cleared you throat and looked down at the pile of clothes in your hands, setting food in the lion's cage.

"I brought you clothes," you said to lighten the tension between you. The door locked and you jumped up, glaring at him, which he smirked at.

"You can leave them on the chair by the desk," he purred, going to sit on the edge of the bed, lean legs stretching out. He kicked his white sneakers off and leaned back on his arms, watching you turn around and facing him. You nervously licked your lips, taking a step closer on trembling legs, the scene on the tape playing over and over again inside your head.

"My dad instructed me to take off your collar," you said dryly, shifting from one foot to another. A grin spread across his face.

"Then by all means, be my guest," he drawled, spreading his legs wider. Your eyes widened, breathing picked up. There was no reason to be nervous, you told yourself. All you were going to do was remove his collar. You removed so many collars, why did this one made you nervous.

Maybe because this culprit was fucking hot.

You approached him, there was no helping it. You had to be this close to be able to remove it from him. You took the device out of your pocket and brought it to his neck. He tilted his head forward, and his cold breath fanned against your cleavage. His lips were inches away and you breath came out a tad bit laboured.

The collar clicked and unlocked, falling limp in your soft hands.

His lips pressed against your chest and gasped, the collar falling on the floor with a loud clack. Instantly, your body went limp against his lips. His arms slipped around your waist, one hand slipping past the hem of your pair of trousers, pushing you down into his lap, while the other one fumbled with the top button of your blouse.

Your head fell back, all previous thoughts abandoned as he sucked the swell of your breast, slowly making his way up to your neck, where he nimmbled on your pulse point. You've never been touched like this, but damn did it feel like heaven.

He moaned against your skin, undoing the second button of your blouse, hand slipping underneath the fabric to cup your breast. You gapsed and arched into him when his thumb tenderly brushed across the nipple.

You silently whispered his name, eyes squeezed shut.

His lips left your neck, leaving a bruise, and he stared into your eyes, gauging your posture.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hand caressing your face, thumb sliding over your lower lip, making the words feel heavy on your tongue. The whole day you had been craving him, pushing those thoughts back. Now, the nerves were taking over and you didn't know what to do or how to act.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"First time?" he carefully asked. You nodded, cheeks turning red and eyes focussing on the wall. He cupped your chin, making you look at him. "Do you want to?" Biting your lip, you nodded.

"Yes," you whispered. He gave you a genuine smile and guided your head towards his, soft lips meeting yours. You sighed as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, hands sliding in your hair, making it a tousled mess.

Slowly, all the buttons of your blouse were opened and he sensually slid the fabric off your shoulder until it fell on the floor behind you. The cold air slammed against your skin, making goosebumps appear on your arms.

He ddelicately moved you onto the bed, slipped your shoes and socks off and went to settle over you, unbuttoning your pair of trousers, slolwy pulling the zipper down while holding your gaze. Your breath hitched when he pulled them all the way down and tossed them aside.

He leaned in and his lips touched yours. Your eyes fell closed and his tongue intruded your mouth, taking his time in exploring you.

You pulled away for breath, licking your lips. Your surroundings started to blurr as you only had eyes for him. You could still taste him, feel him. You felt lightheaded.

"I want to see you," you said, referring to his clothes that were somehow still plastered on his body. He smiled and teasingly slipped out of his beige suit. And God, he was beautiful. His dark hair fell in loose curls over his pale shoulders. His chest looked like marble and you desperately wanted to touch him. So you did.

His breath stuttered and he pressed into you, his hands slipping behind your back to unhook your bra, getting rid of it.

You hesitantly brought you hand up to the band of his boxers and looked him in the eye.

"Can I take these of?" you whispered. Lust flashed across his face and he took a sharp intake of breath.

"Please do," he said breathlessly. The fabric glided off his perfect round ass and he kicked them off, returning the favour for you.

His now naked body pressed fully against yours and his lips found yours again in a heated kiss dripping with passion. His hand searched between your body, and slid into your mons to feel your entrance. You gasped and his tongue slipped inside, pinning yours down and easily gaining dominance.

You moaned out when one digit slipped inside your wet core, testing the little opening. He groaned in your mouth, tongue gliding over yours.

You tensed at the unfamiliar feeling, then eased into it as his finger rubbed your walls. You squeezed your eyes shut, hands gripping at his shoulders. He pulled away from your lips, taking in your expressions as he pleasured you with his fingers, thumb easily finding your sensitive pearl, making you arch into his touch.

You moaned his name, pleasure spiking, a tension between your legs building. It all became to much. He was grinding his hips against your thighs and kissed your neck.

"Let go, darling," he said huskily, his movements growing firmer. You let go and shattered into a million pieces under his expert touch. He withdrew his fingers and leaned in to peck you on the lips.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You smiled at him, your face heating up.

"More than okay to be honest." He mirrored your smile, kissed your forehead and lined himself up at your entrance.

"Can I?" he asked. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, his forehead resting onto yours. He slowly sank inside you. Your mouth hung agape in a silent gasp and he hissed out in pleasure.

"Oh, darling," he moaned, then cursed. Your heart beat faster than usual as he picked up a pace you could handle.

Throwing your head back, you moaned out, nails digging into his shoulderblades. Just when you were adjusting he twitched inside you. You jerked beneath him, eyes falling closed when he began sucking on your neck.

His arms slid beneath your body, both hands cupping your bum and pulling into him. You whimpered, back arching as he slid in further. Embracing the pleasure that stabbed through you, you wrapped your legs around him.

"I'm going to come," he growled. He thrusted into you with great ferocity, driving you both into madness.

You came around him, clenching around his shaft. He moaned loudly, hot spurts of liquid filling you while his cock twitched all the while, nearly making you come a third time.

He finished with languid strokes, combing his fingers through your hair while kissing all the angles of your angelic face.

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