A/N #1: We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this very special Valentine's Day treat!
WARNINGS: sexual tension...smut, lots of it...also infidelity...but yeah...lots of smut with our favorite dark-haired Asgardian prince.
SUMMARY: Tony's always throwing a party, like always, the man doesn't need a reason. You and Thor arrive fashionably late. All eyes on you, especially a pair of sharp mischievous blues. Loki – the sly and cunning trickster. He was bad news. You couldn't stand him the slightest. Right? No, if that were true, you wouldn't have bought this dress so he could take it off.
MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: "Dress" by Taylor Swift
A/N #2: To the Chaos Gremlins' group chat's resident Tom Hiddleston simp and a fellow slut for Reputation era Taylor Swift, Natalie. This is for you, lovely! I hope it makes your heart happy just as you make my and all our fellow gremlins' hearts happy every day! Love you!
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The ride to the Avengers Compound had been quiet. Thor's sullen mood filling the car with an uncomfortable tension. You had been fighting...again. This is time it was about Asgard's crown prince's lingering fascination with the astronomer and former flame, Dr. Jane Foster.
You blew out an annoyed sigh as you fiddled with the gold collar of your chosen dress. A midnight black halter dress with a deep V-neck that stopped right above your navel and a huge slit up one of your thighs. Honestly it was a little more than three scraps of fabric that covered your body just enough to not be indecent.
Steve would be mortified.
Natasha would be proud.
Tony would be entranced.
Thor was...indifferent.
And you found that that infuriated you more than it should have. You were honestly really trying to keep your relationship with Thor alive. But it was clear at whose feet he laid his affection and devotion, and they weren't yours. You were tired. Tired of giving and giving and giving and receiving nothing in return. Still though...you stayed.
You fished your lipstick out of your clutch and reapplied as the car came to stop in by the valet stand. Tony really did go all out for parties, galas and fundraisers. And that meant you could always count on the presence of several open bars serving top-shelf liquor. Something you were in desperate need of if you were going to make it through the evening. You could almost hear the siren's call of a glass of Macallan 18 neat as you exited the luxury sedan.
Automatically, Thor waited for you and offered his arm. Just as robotically, you gathered the train of your dress and threaded your arm through his. Heads held high with forced smiles plastered on your faces you made your way into the party, fashionably late as usual.
All eyes turned to you and Thor as you entered the Compound's main lobby. Tables of Craps, Blackjack, and Texas Hold 'Em decorated the space, surrounding a dance floor filled with couples. Guests dressed to the nines laughed as they gambled with colorful chips. All money "the house" collected tonight would go straight to The Stark Relief Foundation of course. Despite the lack of a jackpot, it was fun to pretend to be a billionaire for a few hours.
You felt a particular pair of eyes take in every inch of your figure. You knew that presence and grimaced.
Thor's brother, Loki.
The infamous younger Asgardian prince, who had attacked New York with an army of aliens, who took over people's minds without a second thought, who killed 80 people in two days, was here at the Compound.
Not as a prisoner, no.
But as a guest and prospective member of the Avengers. All because he claimed to have switched sides "for good this time." You didn't believe it for second. From the stories Thor had told you, Loki always looked out for his own self-interests. Why your boyfriend insisted the leopard had suddenly changed his spots and the fact that your own teammates agreed, well, aside from Clint, baffled you. You didn't trust him in the slightest...especially when he looked at you like that...like he wanted to break you, devour you, consume you.
A shiver rushed down your spine. You refused to look his way. If you acknowledged him, it would that he won the first of his many games you would be tricked into playing throughout the night and you wanted to start off strong.
A whirlwind of obligatory exchange of embraces and kisses on cheeks finally saw you seated at the bar. Thor held court at a table across the room with Steve, Dr. Selvig, and Bruce. No doubt spouting off the same bullshit story about how his Asgardian liquor had been "aged for 1,000 years in the barrels built from the wreck of Grunhel's fleet" and "not for mortal men." You rolled your eyes and turned back to the bar. You allowed yourself to relax a little as you leaned against it waiting for the bartender to make her way to you.
You drummed your onyx lacquered nails as you vacantly stared at the selection of spirits and wines behind the bar. A martini glass filled with sickeningly pink liquid garnished with a lemon twist slid into your peripheral. Your eyes flicked down to the elegant hand and slender fingers gently wrapped around the stem of the glass. You knew those hands. You had caught yourself staring at them on more than one occasion, much to your chagrin. You could say what you wanted about Loki Odinson, but even you couldn't deny that the man had beautiful hands.
You straightened but didn't turn to face him. "Odinson," you greeted, pulling your hands back from the fuchsia monstrosity in front of you, making sure not to touch the glass. It wasn't poisoned – most likely. But you wouldn't put it past him. Plus, you hated fruity drinks.
"Darling," he drawled, his voice silvery, enchanting...yet somewhat condescending.
You huffed in annoyance at the nickname. "I don't think you have earned the right to address me by anything other than my last name or "Agent" yet."
Loki ignored your jab and nodded toward his elder brother. "My brother is truly a bore, isn't he?" he asked. "Always telling the same old stories even though everyone has heard them before."
"You know, jealousy doesn't look good on you. It's unbecoming," you quipped.
"I could same thing about the vacant look in your eyes."
Your head snapped towards him, finally meeting his stare for the first time that night. "Excuse me?!" you scowled, willing fire to dance behind your eyes – a mere glimpse of your power, reminding the demigod just exactly who he was dealing with.
"Ah, there you are...Finally, something other than that dull expression you've been wearing," he said, taking a lazy sip of his whisky. Once again, your gaze was drawn to his hand wrapped around the crystal glass. Where Thor's hands were warm and calloused, Loki's appeared cool and smooth. The thought of them roving your body flashed through your mind, causing your breathing to hitch. A vulpine smile parted his lips at your reaction. Unconsciously, you bit your bottom lip at the sight.
God, everything about this man was so alluring...intoxicating...and fucking frustrating.
Your cheeks heated in embarrassment and something that you didn't want to name. Loki was gorgeous, yes, but he was also...well, Loki.
"Relax, darling," Loki offered you the cosmopolitan he had initially presented you. "It's a party after all."
You shook your head to clear it then swiped his whisky glass and took a sip of the oaky liquid. Loki's body went rigid, and you could have sworn his pupils dilated. You smirked, deliberately running your thumb across your lower lip, swiping away an errant drop of Macallan 18. He stared at you with hooded eyes.
You cocked your head to the side, smugly. Pride and a feeling of satisfaction filled your chest. So, the attraction wasn't one sided. You had suspected as much, however, until now you assumed it was due to his jealousy of anything Thor had.
You took another few slow sips of the whisky, Loki's sharp baby blues watched intently, taking in your every move. "There just something about a perfect single malt," you mused. You flushed under the intensity of his stare, knowing full well that the heat you felt all over wasn't due to the alcohol flowing through your veins.
"No, darling." Loki closed the distance between the two of you as he leaned forward. Your heartrate picked up as the back of his knuckles caressed down the bare skin of your back in one slow stroke. "Perfection is you in this exquisite dress," he whispered intimately, his voice heady.
All the heat you felt throughout your body earlier pooled in your core. The feeling of his touch left invisible mark on your skin. You turned and met his eyes. He stared at you as if he could see all the secret parts of yourself, you never let anyone see...not your teammates and certainly not Thor. He had broken through the walls you had fought so hard to build. "Only bought it, so you could take it off," you breathed, unable to hide the desire in your voice.
Loki hummed in amusement and sly grin slowly made its way across his lips as the pair of you took each other in.
After a moment, you slipped out of your seat and his almost embrace, making sure to take the whisky with you. "Thanks for the drink, Loki," you said sweetly before turning to go. You made your way across the room to the bathrooms, knowing he would follow. For once, you were the fox, and he was the rabbit.
You downed the rest of Loki's whisky before placing it on a nearby waiter's tray and heading out of the Compund's lobby. The hallway to the bathrooms on this side of the building was dark and secluded. Far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the party, away from prying ears and eyes. You heard no footsteps behind you as you entered the bathroom.
Mercifully, it was empty. You took a moment to inspect your makeup, powdering your nose and reapplying your lipstick once more before washing your hands.
As you dried your hands, the doubt crept in. What were you doing? This was completely crazy. You were with Thor. This was wrong on so many levels. You knew it in your soul. You tried so hard to make it work, to make Thor see you, really see you for the person you were and could become. But it was obvious that he didn't and nor did he even want to. But Loki...Loki did...he had always been able to whether you liked it or not. You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear the door open and close or the click of the lock.
Slender arms appeared around you, caging you in against the vanity. Loki pressed his chest against your back, burying his nose in your hair. You took in his reflection in the mirror. His long dark hair had been slicked back. He wore a black bespoke suit, that fit his form perfectly. He had removed his jacket and you could see the lithe muscles move underneath the fabric of his button down.
You shivered as he dragged his nose down the column of your neck, peppering feather-light kisses along with way to your shoulder. His touch was electric, charged with want. Still your body remained stiff as you thought of everyone's reactions if they were to ever find out what you had done. Once again drowning thoughts of self-doubt and even self-loathing.
Softly he called your name, catching your eye in the mirror and all the racing thoughts in your head came to a stop. "Forget them, darling," he said firmly, turning you around to face him fully. His sharp mischievous blue eyes met yours. He tenderly tucked your hair behind your ear. "Forget them all."
You stared at him for a moment longer. The word inescapable flashed through your mind before crashing your lips against his. Your mouths melded together seamlessly. His lips were so smooth, soft as the two of you fought for dominance. Your hands fisted in his shirt as he ran his hands up and down your arms then your back and then ribs. God, his hands really did feel heavenly against your skin. In one smooth motion, he grabbed your hips and hoisted you onto the vanity. Your legs parting naturally as he stood between them, leaving you almost bare to him as the fabric of your dress slipped to the side. Furiously, you unbuttoned his shirt. Your hands shook eager to feel his skin give way underneath the mercurial indentations of your fingers. Lithe and lean, but strong and steady at the same time.
Loki pulled you in even closer and unhooked the gold collar from neck in one swift motion. The fabric fell away from your body, freeing your chest to the cool air. Your skin prickled at the electricity of his touch. Every part of you aching for his touch, desperate for it. His hands traveled up your ribs to your breasts, cupping them reverently before flicking his thumbs across your nipples. You hissed at the sensation, nearly coming undone right then and there and he had barely touched you.
God, you hadn't been touched this way in a very long time. You relished in the worship your body with his mouth and hands.
You ran your hands along the planes of his chest and abs, roaming lower and lower as his mouth found yours once more. His kiss was all-consuming, stealing the very breath from your lungs. He moaned into your mouth as you palmed him through his trousers. You chuckled softly as you stroked his length, appreciating the hardness of him.
Not to be outdone, one Loki's slender hands wrapped about the column of your throat as the other traveled down to your parted legs. His eyebrows lifted in surprise at the discovery that you had not worn any underwear that night. His fingers teased over the folds of your drenched core, eliciting a soft sigh of relief from you as his fingers dipped into the place where you wanted him most. Expertly, his fingers moved in all the ways you craved, circling the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs and the folds of your cunt. With shaking hands, you undid his trousers and pushed them down, freeing his length from the confines of his underwear into your awaiting hand.
He swallowed your cries, claiming your mouth with his as he sank two elegant fingers into your core. You stroked his member matching the pace of his fingers. God even his dick was smooth, thick and curved in such a way that you just knew would drive you crazy once he was finally seated inside you.
As the pleasure built, your movements stuttered; your core clenched around his fingers. Loki chuckled low in his throat, his grip on your neck slowly tightened. A euphoric lightheadedness overcame your senses. You were floating, anchored to nothing but to the man in front of you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned your head back against the mirror, teetering on the edge of sweet oblivion.
The movements of his fingers slowed, pulling you back down to earth. "Not yet, darling," Loki cooed. You whimpered in anticipation, and he laughed again, easing his grip, allowing a little bit more oxygen to your brain. He needed you to be clear-headed. His thumb swiped across your clit.
"Loki," you keened, your voice breathy, needy, as if he were your only lifeline.
"Look me," he ordered softly against the shell of your, kissing his way down your jaw. His thumb delicately grazed your clit, his fingers twitched, brushing against that spot that made you see stars.
You lifted your head from the mirror, taking in the tender blue of his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. You bit your lip as he once again tightened his grip on your throat. The speed and pressure of his fingers, causing your core to clenched around them. Still, you kept your gaze fixed on his. You resumed stroking his length, your other hand threading through the silky hair at the base of his neck. The familiar lightheadedness overcame you as you unabashedly rode his hand. The heat of his gaze intensified as he ravished your body, just as eager for your release.
A wanton moan slipped from your lips, a little loud given the situation, but at the moment you didn't care. "Don't stop," you whimpered all while keeping his gaze locked with yours as the flames were stoked ever higher. "Please, don't stop."
"Never," he whispered.
You gave a small gasp as your pleasure reached came to a crescendo.
"That's it, darling," Loki encouraged. "Let go."
The dam broke, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body. You vision whited, erasing everything from sight. You barely registered the removal of his fingers from your center. Your disappointed whine cut short as he gripped your hips and thrust into you with one smooth motion.
Loki moaned your name once he was fully seated inside you, giving you a moment to adjust.
Tears brimmed in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. The feeling of him inside you was exquisite. He was perfect, just the right length and thickness. The pair of you fit together seamlessly.
Then he began to move.
You whined as you felt every inch of him as his hips moved in even strokes. Each one causing you to open up, eager for him to see you, all of you. You leaned against the mirror, bracing your arms against the marble counter. Your breasts bounced as he plowed into you. You parted your thighs further for him. You gaze flicking down to where the two of you were joined, marveling at the sight of your coupling.
Loki's eyes darkened as you met his gaze once more. He picked up the speed, changing the angle of his thrusts. Your breaths came in short pants, exhales forced from you as he moved even deeper within you.
Once again you teetered on the edge of oblivion, of the euphoria you just knew only he would be able to give – that you would crave forevermore. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His member pulsed as he plunged into you, the cadence of his thrusts grew unsteady as he approached his own high. You watched enraptured as his lick the pad of his thumb before sweeping it in furious circles around your sensitive clit. His cock brushing delicious against that elusive spot inside you with unsteady thrusts.
Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as the coil pleasure in your belly snapped. Your release the catalyst to Loki's own; he came with a groan. Your pussy clinched around his cock, milking him for its worth. The feeling of your combined essences extending the aftershocks of your orgasm as he gave a few more pithy thrusts into before coming to a stop.
Your chest heaved with uneven breaths; a sheen of perspiration covered your body. You sat up fully with Loki still seated inside you and embraced him. Your lips finding his own in a searing kiss. He had made a mess of you, ruining you for anyone else ever again. The fallout with Thor and possibly the whole team would be worth it though.
"Only bought this dress so I could take it off, hmm?" Loki said, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.
You nodded. "You are more than welcome to actually take it off if you want to," you breathed, only half kidding until you felt him twitch inside you.
"Anything for you, darling," he said, pulling away to slide the dress down your hips before chunking it to the floor.
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Author's Notes:
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