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"Sir, you have a visitor."
It was around one in the morning when FRIDAY interrupts Loki's studies. He has been practicing magic to improve himself. It was nice that Thor brought his books before they both left Asgard. Loki never would've found a way to keep practicing.
"Who is it?"
"It's Miss Anastasia, Sir." FRIDAY tells him, and Loki's heart leaps from his chest. "She's been standing in front of your door for the last five minutes."
Loki stands from his chair, almost stumbling over his step as he makes his way across his wide floor. "Why didn't you inform me five minutes ago?"
FRIDAY chuckles. "Sorry, Sir. I was hoping that she would knock on your door first."
Loki is amused, but he tries to scold FRIDAY as much as he can. "Inform me next time this happens, Miss FRIDAY. Thank you."
"Certainly, Sir."
Loki faces the door and inhales deeply. Norns, he has never been this nervous around anyone. Not even with Lady Sif. He does his best to focus and put on a charming smile before opening the door.
Anya appears to be walking away when the door opens, and she turns to look at him with a hesitant smile.
"Anya. Hello."
"Hi, um... I was hoping you were awake, but I wasn't sure..."
"Is there something wrong? Are you all right?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just... I couldn't sleep." She admits. "I've been thinking about the accords all night."
"Understandable. Your team has found itself in quite the mess." Loki nods. "Well, I'm awake most nights. Sleep is a luxury for me. Not a necessity."
She smiles. "Lucky you."
Seeing her smile makes him do the same. "Would you like to come inside?"
She nods and he lets her in. Anya looks around his personal place, seeing how sophisticated it all looks. Loki definitely has taste with interior design.
"I can help you sleep, if that is what you are here for." Loki makes his way to his studies, looking through various grimoires. "It's something I've been practicing to do."
"How do you do it?"
"Depends on the mind. The ones with no resistance can be put under for more than a few hours." Loki holds up a book with symbols she cannot read. "Would you like me to help you?"
"It's okay. I'll just stay awake for a while."
"All right. But if you need help with sleeping, you know who to see." He winks.
Anya chuckles. "I'll keep that in mind."
They watch one another, unsure what to do next when Anya boldly approaches him and reaches for his broad chest. Loki sighs and places his hands on her waist.
He watches her with gentler eyes. "You have not changed your mind about me?"
"How could I? You're always in my mind." She scrunches her nose with a smile.
He cracks a smile, scanning her face. "You are so wonderful."
Her grin widens as her fingers touch the ends of his dark hair. "While we stay awake, can I braid your hair?"
He is briefly stunned, but nods all the same. Loki sits on his chair and Anya stands behind him to work her fingers through his hair. The feeling of her hands tugging at his hair almost makes him purr, but he holds it all in.
"Have you ever had your hair braided for you before?"
"Yes."
"Who braided it for you?"
"My mother."
Loki feels her hands slow down for a moment. "What was she like?"
He sighs. "She was lovely. A Queen of Asgard. The wisest person in all Nine Realms." Loki quietly says. "And the only person who ever truly loved me."
She wanted to argue that Thor loved him too, but now doesn't seem to be a good time for that. She settles with running her fingers through his hair. "You loved her a lot, hm?"
"I did. I do."
"She's lucky to have you as her son."
"Is she? I'm the reason why she's dead." He bluntly remarks.
"I'm sure that's not true."
Loki turns his head to look her directly in the eye. "The people that killed her, the Dark Elves. I was the one who pointed them in her direction."
Anya stays quiet for a moment. "Do you want to tell me the full story or do you just want to convince me you're evil?"
Loki wavers. "I thought I was pointing them in Thor's direction. Not to kill him, but to annoy him. He can take them all on his own, but not without a headache." He shakes his head. "My pettiness cost me my mother. It is a mistake I will carry so long as I'm alive."
Anya gives him an empathetic look before she traces his cheek with her finger. "I'm sure you will, but your mother wouldn't want you to."
"My last words to her were me saying that she is not my mother." Loki closes his eyes, focusing on her touch. "I wish I could take it back."
"If your mother really is as amazing as you say she is, then she would know that you didn't mean what you said, okay?"
Loki looks at her with awe, in disbelief that she is even here after what he revealed. He stands and towers over her, leaning closer to pressing his lips on her forehead before kissing her lips.
Anya's eyes flutter shut as she kisses him, allowing him access between her lips so their tongues could entwine. She feels his large hands slide over the sides of her body, but still respecting her boundaries.
Anya presses herself against him and he lets out a low groan, with his hands sliding dangerously low on her hips. Anya deepens the kiss, and elicits a low growl from Loki's throat.
He pulls away abruptly, and pants between their mouths. Anya watches how he opens his glassy eyes, seeing how his pupils are extremely dilated. She feels him desperately knead the flesh of her hip through her clothes, and sucks in a breath.
"Please, let me touch you." Loki whispers to her ear, brushing his nose against her cheek. "Please..."
Anya nods and a low grunt rises from his chest, and he catches her off guard by grabbing her waist and lifting her from the ground before wrapping her legs around his hips. As he carries her to his room, Loki presses heated kisses on her neck and jawline.
Loki carefully lays her down on his bed and crawls between her thighs. His braided her slightly tickles her face, but holds it up enough for her to see his eyes. Anya pulls him down by the neck, pressing their mouths together. The sound of their lips smacking together only makes Loki press himself against her. She feels his hand trail from her hips to the waistband of her shorts.
Anya gasps against his mouth when his hand slips into her panties and he cups her wet mound. Loki pulls back to watch her face under the dim lights of his room.
"Loki," she moans as his finger slowly rubs against her clit in agonizing circles.
His breath trembles from the way her own face is contorting in pleasure. Loki watches her carefully before he slips two fingers inside her, and she holds tight on his shirt. He pumps his fingers inside her and Loki feels the way her legs are quivering around him. She looked so magnificent this way, and Loki needed to touch her even more.
He pulls his hand out of her shorts and she catches her breath. Loki had his eyes on hers as he sucks her taste from his own digits. She whimpers when Loki takes off his own shirt to expose his lean torso. He reaches between them and yanks her shorts and panties down her legs, throwing them carelessly on the floor. Loki leans down to kiss her lips sweetly again. Anya reaches for his belt to undo them, but Loki uses his magic to dissolve them from his impatience.
Anya removes her shirt and Loki unclasps her brassiere, exposing her beautiful breasts to his eyes. Loki sighs in content before he carefully kneads the soft flesh of her chest. Anya's face flushes once she sees his girthy member standing tall and hard between his legs in a dark red color from his restraint. Definitely bigger than the ones she has encountered before, but then she reminds herself that Loki isn't exactly human. Loki suppresses a smirk and only kisses her again.
As he crawls between her legs, they both moan once he rubs against her obscenely wet opening. When he begins to push inside, Anya stops him. "Wait,"
Loki immediately halts and pulls back, concern on his face. "What's the matter?"
"Sh-shouldn't we use protection first? Like a condom or something?"
Loki smiles fondly at her, kissing her cheek and jaw. They were stark naked in his bed with his shaft rubbing against her, and he still finds her adorable. "Darling, I'm not prone to human diseases. No need to worry."
"Yeah, but won't I get pregnant?" Anya meekly points out.
"No. I hope it won't bother you out if I inform you that I can choose whether or not I impregnate someone. You will not get pregnant." Loki brushes his nose against her cheek. "Unless you want to be," he cheekily adds.
Anya rolls her eyes and lightly smacks his chest, making him chuckle.
"May I continue, Miss Anastasia?" His voice is low in his throat, with a slight tremble to it.
The comeback of the title sends a shudder down her spine, and she nods. Loki smiles and leans down to kiss her while he presses himself inside her. They both moan as he slides into her, until he is buried to the hilt.
Loki lets her adjust for a moment, but it took all of his self-control not to pound into her with no mercy from how sinful she is gripping him. Oh, he has never felt a woman's body this way before. The pleasure he is feeling is heightened by the fact that he was so deeply in love with this mortal woman, that no other Asgardian can ever compare to her.
As he begins to thrust into her with a pace, Anya moans his name in pleasure. Loki snaps his hips into her and she tightens her legs around him. Watching her fall apart underneath him was better than he has ever imagined, and Loki is ashamed to admit that he has imagined this for quite a number of times. Even before he realized that he was growing feelings for her.
Darkly enough, he would imagine it whenever the two of them would argue and annoy one another.
Loki kisses her as he thrusts inside her, feeling ever single ridge of the sweet velvety tunnel she has offered solely to him. Loki moans into her lips as her legs tremble, and he listens to her cry out while the orgasm breaks apart her body.
"That's it, my sweet one. Take your pleasure from me. My good girl." Loki purrs into her ear as he continues to move his hips. Three words are itching to be said, but Loki takes his willpower to hold back.
His hips stutter and he spills himself inside her, before his body lowers on top of her body. They pant in exhaustion, and Anya wraps her arms around him as his head lays on her chest.
After a while of silence, Anya's chest suddenly starts rumbling. It takes Loki a moment to realize that she is chuckling. A smile forms on Loki's face and he joins her, their weak laughs filling the wide space of his room.
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note: steamy. also, i should probably leave a note here that anya did NOT graduate in the red room. she was sold to hydra. so, she was never sterilized like natasha.