For all the absurdity his life had accumulated, Alex still liked normal days.
So there he was, in a small-time neighborhood grocery store. Ripe bananas were to his left and he pushed a cart with one slightly squeaky wheel. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. It was the moderate Detroit vibe. Detroit doing what Detroit did—not knowing gods, assassins, and cosmic anomalies occasionally walked its streets.
Alex wore black slacks, a black hoodie, and black sneakers. He was trying to be a guy buying groceries. But would that end up being the case? Well…
No. Not today. Not that Alex knew or could know.
"Ah…" Alex paused in front of the produce section, squinting at two bunches of cilantro like they were opposing moral philosophies. He grabbed both.
His cart slowly filled: rice, eggs, chicken thighs, bell peppers, noodles, garlic, ginger, frozen dumplings, a bottle of sesame oil he absolutely didn't need but bought anyway. He even tossed in a cheap pack of cookies.
He wheeled the cart toward the back of the store, where the freezers and storage rooms sat behind swinging plastic flaps. He needed soy milk. One of the employees had told him they kept extra stock in the back if the shelf was empty.
The air changed as soon as he stepped closer. At first, it was just a prickle. Like static before a storm. The fluorescent lights flickered once. Alex blinked. He looked up and then a green light bloomed to his right.
It wasn't ambient, the light poured into the space, curling through the air like smoke made of emerald glass. The temperature dipped. The hum of the store faded, replaced by a low, vibrating resonance that made Alex's teeth buzz.
"Uh…"
The light thickened, folding inward on itself, shaping into a silhouette: tall, unmistakably feminine, crowned with sweeping curves that rose like horns against the glow.
A woman took shape. She stepped forward as if reality itself had parted for her convenience. She was breathtaking and instantly recognizable.
Lady Loki—though Alex didn't say the name aloud yet—was draped in green and gold, her presence immediately dwarfing the mundane shelves of boxed noodles and paper towels behind her. Her armor clung to her form like it had been poured onto her body rather than worn: emerald plates scaled across her torso, cut to emphasize the graceful arch of her waist and the confident flare of her hips. Gold filigree traced every edge. It was quite…revealing.
A dark cape fell from her shoulders, heavy and regal, brushing the floor like a shadow that obeyed her alone. At her brow rested a golden crown, its long horns sweeping upward in elegant defiance, framing a face that was sharp, beautiful, and dangerously expressive. Her lips were full, curved in a way that suggested amusement even when she wasn't smiling. Her eyes—green, bright, and calculating—took in the room in a single, dismissive glance.
She held a scepter in one gloved hand, its gem pulsing faintly with the same green energy that had announced her arrival.
Lady Loki blinked.
"This," she said slowly, her voice smooth and cutting, "is not Asgard."
"Hi. Uh…" Alex leaned his weight onto the cart handle. "Yeah. No. Definitely not Asgard."
Her gaze snapped to him instantly, sharp as a blade. "You," she said. "Who are you?"
"Alex."
She stared at him, clearly expecting more. A title. A kneeling posture. Fear.
When none came, Lady Loki narrowed her eyes. "That is not an answer. Where am I?"
"Oh right, this is Earth," he said.
"And what do you do…Alex?"
"I guide people. Sort of."
"Guide?" Lady Loki repeated, lips curling. "You?"
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Lady Loki, right? From—"
"Do not speak my name so casually," she snapped, taking a step forward. The air moved with her. "You reek of arrogance for a mortal."
"Oh, uh, sorry about that, Your, uh, Highness. Just that I'm kinda used to it. Apologies, really."
Lady Loki scoffed and snapped her fingers. Nothing happened. Her expression didn't change at first. She snapped again—harder.
Still nothing.
A flicker of irritation crossed her face.
Alex cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, sorry again. About that. Powers don't really work here. At least not the way you're used to."
"Impossible," she said flatly. She lifted her scepter, emerald energy beginning to coil around its head. "I am no second-rate conjurer," she said coldly. "Nothing can suppress this."
"Uh…"
Huh, light. Oh right, unlike the people, weaponry could keep at least sliver of its old power.
Lady Loki leveled the scepter at him. The green glow intensified, spilling across the linoleum floor, washing over stacked crates of soda and cleaning supplies. Magic surged—real magic, undeniable, pressing against Alex's senses like a held breath.
For a split second, even he wasn't sure what would happen.
WHOOSH!
A violent flash of green detonated outward.
The lights blew out with a pop. A gust of displaced force rattled shelves and sent a cascade of cereal boxes tumbling to the floor.
When the glow cleared, Alex was still standing.
Unharmed.
"Uh…"
Across from him, Lady Loki stood confused and frozen. Her crown was still on. Her scepter still in hand.
Everything else?
Gone.
"What…?" Lady Loki didn't get it. Crunch. A cereal box slid off a shelf and hit the floor. "How are you…you should be under my control!"
"Errr…"
Her scepter, the gem now dark, was still clutched in her white-knuckled fist. But, uh, the last of her magic being used up wasn't the issue. It was that the magic had worked, and that it backfired. Her clothes had been…poofed!
That's right, Lady Loki was nude before Alex. Magnificently nude.
High, proud breasts, full and tipped with taut, rosy peaks, rose and fell with her suddenly sharp breaths. The elegant line of her waist dipped into a flare of hips that could command armies, and between her thicc luscious thighs a bare, smooth slit. Good lord those were an impressive set of thighs. They were long, powerful, and currently locked in place.
The last of the magical energy inside the staff dissipated.
Lady Loki didn't get it until he pointed a finger at her. "What—?" Angrily, her eyes darted from his face, to her own body, and back again. A flush, hot and furious, bloomed across her chest and climbed her neck.
"You—" she started, her voice a choked whisper. She snapped her fingers. Click. Nothing. She snapped again, harder. Click-click. Her clothes did not reappear. "This is not possible!"
"Told you," Alex said, smiling weakly. "The rules are different here. Your magic… backfired. S-sorry…"
"Y-you…"
Realizing that she couldn't snap her fingers and get her clothes back, she stammered. "T-t-this is…!" She blushed hard. She wrapped her free arm across her chest, the other still holding the now-useless scepter like a lifeline. But then—oh fuck—she had remove her hand from her tits and cover her pussy. Her legs squeezed together.
The regal arrogance was cracking. She lost balance and stumbled while trying to impossibly cover her pussy and tits. D-do not look at me!"
"I'm not," Alex said, slowly raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Look, it's okay. Just… stay calm."
"Stay calm? I am the Goddess of Mischief, not a common tavern wench caught in a rainstorm!" Lady Loki hissed, but the effect was undermined by the way she was subtly trying to shrink behind a stack of paper towel packs.
Alex looked around. Nobody was here yet. He shrugged off his hoodie and held it out to her, eyes averted. "Here. Put this on." He was left in a white undershirt.
She stared at the offered garment like it was a venomous snake. "You expect me to wear… that? Mortal filth?"
"It's that or the 'common tavern wench' look," he said flatly. "Your call."
A tense beat passed. With a sound of pure, frustrated disgust—hrmph!—Lady Loki snatched the hoodie from his hand. He heard the soft shush of fabric as she pulled it on. It was a perfect fit on her, though the sleeves hung past her fingertips. She was a tall woman in the game. Well, she was still tall, taller than him, but not as tall as he'd expected.
'Oh, right.' His eyes went down. 'Her heels are gone.'
"There," Alex said, clearing his throat and snapping back up to her eyes. Her crown was hilariously incongruous with the hoodie. "Stay right here. Don't move. Don't… try any more magic. I'll be back in one minute."
Alex turned and jogged out through the plastic flaps, leaving her standing amid the cereal carnage, looking more like a confused, angry child who had raided her father's closet than a goddess.
True to his word, he was back in under sixty seconds, a long, dark wool coat from his car in hand. Lady Loki hadn't moved an inch.
"This is warmer," he said, offering it.
She dropped the hoodie on the floor as if it had burned her and yanked the coat on, belting it tightly around her waist. The heavy fabric suited her better, giving her back a shred of her lost dignity. She tilted her chin up, but the stammer betrayed her. "Y-You will take me to a place of proper garments. Immediately. I command it."
Ahh, she must have been testing out her magic in the sixty seconds he was gone and completely dismayed to find that only was she powerless, but she didn't possess any of her super strength or physicality either. Yeah, he figured. Just because he told her not to use her magic didn't mean she wouldn't. She was Loki.
'Although, wait, Loki is an Ice Giant, no? Shouldn't he—sorry, she, turn into her hold form? Hmm, weird…'
"Gotcha," Alex said, picking up his hoodie. "My place is closer. Come on. And maybe… lose the scepter? It's kind of a beacon."
Her grip tightened on it. "I will not."
"Suit yourself. Try not to blast any more clothes off on the way out."
This was how Lady Loki ended up in the back of his car. She cast a spell, it accidentally backfired, and after some quiet contemplation and experimentation, realized that she was not going anywhere without a guide. Without Alex.
In other words, a normal Tuesday for Alex.
***
Alex had two choices: either take her to the building where Angela and Scarlet Witch were or the fancy mansion where Hela was. The goddess of death initially lived at the building, but after an argument with Angela, she moved back to the mansion.
'Loki and Hela are sisters. It'll work out, right?'
The drive to his mansion was silent, save for the thrum of the engine and the soft shwick-shwick of the windshield wipers. Lady Loki sat rigidly in the passenger seat, the coat wrapped tightly around her, staring out at the passing Detroit streets as if they were a personal insult. It was raining. Did she not like the rain?
He cleared his throat when they arrived. Lady Loki did not move. She snapped her fingers as if expecting to teleport. She did not. Alex had to get out of the car and open the door for her.
"Hmph." Lady Loki tried to appear all confident and sassy as she got out. The rain had mostly died out. There were only sprinkles left. "So this is your place? It is…" It was a whole ass mansion, so she couldn't say terrible. "...exactly what I expected."
"Uh-huh. Well, uh, follow me."
"Hmph."
Arms crossed, the Goddess of Mischief did exactly that.
"So, uh…" At the front door, he got out his keys. "Just a quick question, are you a guy Loki turned into a woman or like, um, a female version of Loki or, err, are you genderless?"
It was definitely the wrong question to ask. She scoffed loudly. "I am Loki, that is all that matters."
The door opened. He sheepishly gestured her inside. "Right, uh, sorry. Just trying to get to know you."
"Hrn."
She did appreciate being treated like a lady, what with his gesture and fancy house. She clicked her tongue and eyed the shoe rack and the massive hallway stretching out in front of her. "Quite impressive."
"Oh, thank you."
"But the decoration, oh my. Hideous." More precisely there wasn't much of it. The Detroit mansion was new after all and lived in by the personification of death. The walls were mostly black. "Who lives here?"
"Um…"
Her sister. But he didn't feel like saying that.
Alex led her through a side entrance, down a warmly lit corridor, and into a spacious bedroom suite. He had dozens in the mansion. This particular room had bookshelves lined one wall, a large fireplace dominated another, and a four-poster bed stood in the center.
"Wait here," Alex said, moving to a walk-in closet. He began rummaging through racks. "I've got some… eclectic tastes in houseguests. Should have something that fits."
He heard the soft pat of her bare feet on the rug behind him. Lady Loki lingered in the doorway, the oversized coat making her look smaller. The crown was still on. She was clinging to it.
"This… domicile is adequate," she announced, her voice trying for its old, cutting edge. It came out a bit hollow. "Do you live alone?"
"Oh no, like I said I've had people like you come in pretty often. One of them lives here," Alex said, pulling out a pair of soft black trousers and a deep green tunic-like top made of a silky material. He held them up. "These might work. They're simple."
Lady Loki eyed the clothes, then him. The fight seemed to drain out of her all at once. Her shoulders, which had been held in a tense line since the grocery store, slumped just a fraction.
"Why?" she asked, the single word stripped of all pretense.
"Why what?"
"Why assist me? You owe me no allegiance. You could have left me there. Humiliated. And powerless." Her fingers twitched. Still powerless, she seemed to want to say.
Alex met her gaze. Her green eyes were searching, wary, but the panic was gone. "Because it was the decent thing to do," he said simply. "And my life is weird enough that a naked goddess in the frozen food aisle is just Tuesday. It's fine. It really is."
A strange, almost imperceptible twitch touched her lips. Not quite a smile. An acknowledgment.
Lady Loki stepped forward, accepting the clothes from his hands. Her fingers, for a second, brushed against his. They were cool.
"Thank you. What is your name again?"
"It's Alex."
"Alex," she said quietly. The name sounded foreign in her mouth, since it was. She was Nordic. Ancient Nordic. "Thank you. I do not give my thanks often."
He smiled. "You're welcome. The bathroom's through there if you want to change."
She nodded, clutching the garments to her chest. She turned, then paused, looking back over her shoulder. The coat swung open slightly with the movement, and for a fleeting second, he saw the long, pale line of her thigh before she caught it closed.
"Do not think this grants you any favor," Lady Loki said, but the old arrogance was tempered now, almost playful. "Or that I am in your debt."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Alex said, his smile lingering as she disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut.
***
Lady Loki needed time alone. She needed time to think, contemplate, and wonder about her next moves. First of all, she was on Earth. She dominated Earth and only understood the bare-bones of its culture. She thought it beneath her, because at the time, it was. Their technology was vastly inferior to magic and their ways were chaotic and stupid.
But now…now it was like she was one of them. So she had to think. And adapt.
Lady Loki awoke to the soft, unfamiliar weight of cotton sheets. Cotton was fine. It was luxury-ish, right?. She stretched, a long, languid movement that made the borrowed green bathrobe pull tight across her chest. 'Adequate,' she thought, running a hand down the soft fabric.
"I've spent a whole day doing nothing. No mischief, just bathing and thinking." She paused. "What am I doing? I feel like…like a human bum. Odin's Beard, I cannot believe I've fallen so low…all because I've lost my magic." She exhaled. "Get a hold of yourself, Loki."
Her magic still felt like a phantom limb. The frustration was a cold stone in her gut, but on its heels came a spark of familiar, mischievous heat. 'Come on, remember, it's not ALL bad. A handsome mortal. A grand, lonely house. And he was… kind.' It was an opening. A delicious vulnerability to exploit. A goddess like her did not stay indebted. She collected debts.
She crept out of her room after splashing her face and elongating her eyelashes. She had been there since the dawn of human ingenuity. She knew a thing or two about make-up. After she was done, she popped her lips. Lipstick was necessary. Her natural lips were enough. She smirked, walking confidently, and found him in a room she called a 'den'. Humans called it a living room.
It was all dark wood and deep leather, dominated by a large, glowing screen. Alex was sprawled in a massive chair, his focus utterly absorbed by the colorful chaos on the display. He wore simple pants and a thin t-shirt that clung to the strong lines of his back and shoulders as he leaned forward.
'He really is quite well-formed,' she mused, leaning against the doorframe. She arranged herself in a pose of casual allure, one hip cocked, a hand resting just so on her neckline. She was in a dark green bath robe. Nothing was underneath. She cleared her throat delicately.
The only sound was the rapid click-clack-tap of his fingers on a controller and the brrrrt of simulated gunfire from the screen.
"Mortal," Lady Loki called out in a smoky purr. "Did you sleep well?"
"Hm? Oh, hey. Yeah, fine," Alex replied, his eyes never leaving the screen. His character on screen—a man in garish red and blue spandex—leaped from a building. Thwip!
Lady Loki's smile faltered. She glided deeper into the room and stopped just behind his chair, close enough that he would feel the heat of her and smell her. And who wouldn't go crazy after smelling Loki?
…Alex apparently. He didn't so much as peek at her.
"I find myself… grateful," Lady Loki murmured, leaning down so her breath would stir the hair near his ear. "For your… hospitality. It is a rare mortal who treats a goddess with such… care."
"No problem," Alex said absently. On screen, his character was now battling a green-skinned giant with a ridiculous helmet. By the time she looked over, the green giant was dead. If Lady Loki had seen who it was, she might have gotten a heart attack.
But she didn't. A flicker of irritation crossed her face. She let her hand drift to his shoulder, her fingers tracing a light, suggestive circle on the firm muscle there. "This realm is so strange. So… overwhelming. A woman could feel quite lost here. Without a strong guide."
Alex's character executed a complicated combo. Ka-chunk! Zing! "Yeah, it's a lot," he agreed, his thumb jamming a button.
Her eyes narrowed. 'Either I lace my arms around him and…no. Like I'd do that. I'd rather strangle him.' She shifted instead, moving around the side of the chair so she was in his peripheral vision. She leaned against the console table, deliberately letting the tunic's neckline gape just a little. "You must be a man of… considerable focus," she said, her tone dripping with implication. "To ignore so… much that is right in front of you."
He finally glanced at her. A quick, acknowledging smile. "Sorry, just trying to win this match. One sec."
And his eyes snapped back to the screen.
Lady Loki stared. Her carefully constructed aura of seduction seemed to dissipate like mist in the sudden, silent void of his indifference. Her face, for a glorious, unguarded moment, fell completely. Her lips parted. Her brows drew together in uncomprehending astonishment. 'He is… ignoring me. Me. The Goddess of Mischief. For… for colored lights on a wall.'
There was a game over. Alex let out a sigh of relief. Victory! As the screen blackened, she saw her own reflection, pale and stunned, in the dark glass of the television. The humiliation was a hot, sharp sting, far worse than the grocery store. This was a choice. He was choosing a game over her.
With a sound that was half-gasp, half-hiss, she straightened up, yanking her bathrobe closed. The playful allure vanished. She spun on her heel and marched out of the den without another word. The sound of explosions and cheering of the game's MVP followed her like a mockery.
Loki needed tea. Or wine. Or to set something on fire. The kitchen was a vast, modern space of steel and stone. She was angrily yanking open cabinets with far more force than necessary. "Men," Loki seethed. "Stupid, human men—"
"The Assam is in the canister by the window. He prefers it in the afternoon."
Lady Loki froze. She turned slowly.
A woman was seated at the small table, a bone-china cup poised in her hand. She was dressed in sleek, modern black: a tailored shirt and trousers that screamed both luxury and lethality. Her hair was a dark waterfall, and her face was breathtakingly beautiful in a way that spoke of endings and donned in dark make-up. Hela, Goddess of Death, took a slow sip of her tea, her green eyes fixed on Lady Loki over the rim of the cup.
"You," Lady Loki breathed, recovering her composure with a smirk. "The exile. Playing housekeeper now?"
"Exile? Do you not mean sister, sister?"
Lady Loki only scoffed.
Hela set her cup down with a precise click. "Fine. Call me a guest with better manners. I don't make a habit of rifling through my host's cupboards while plotting how to ride him."
Lady Loki's smirk widened. She sauntered closer, her own predatory grace meeting Hela's stillness. "Ooh, you think you see through me? I see through you. And jealousy is so unbecoming of you, dear sister."
"Hrng."
"And…I was merely… expressing my gratitude. Alex is a surprisingly well-made mortal. Or should I say a plaything."
"He is not a plaything." Hela's voice didn't rise. It grew colder, the temperature in the room seeming to drop several degrees. "And you will not 'mess' with him. Consider that your one and only warning."
Lady Loki let out a light, tinkling laugh. "Oh, please. Really? With a mortal? You? The great Hela, brought low by a pretty face and a… what is it? A mansion?" She leaned on the table, bringing her face close to Hela's. "Tell me, does he know what you are? What you've done? The corpses you've piled to make your throne?"
The movement was a blur. One second Hela was seated, the next she was standing, and a long, wicked-looking blade of dark energy was pressed against Lady Loki's throat. The edge hummed with a silent, deadly vmmmm!
Lady Loki didn't flinch. Her smile didn't waver. "Temper, temper," she whispered.
"You talk too much," Hela said loudly. "And you understand nothing."
"I understand that you're threatened," Lady Loki purred. She didn't move her head, but her hand had come up. The tip of a small kitchen knife pressed firmly against Hela's side, just below her ribs. The metal traced up with its exposure. "By little old me."
They could kill each other. Oh yes, they could. Weakened, without magic, it was possible.
Hela's eyes flicked down, then back to Lady Loki's face. A flicker of something—annoyance, perhaps respect, perhaps nothing at all—passed through them. Hela looked down at the knife once. She just… rolled her eyes. A long, slow, deeply exasperated motion.
With a sigh, the dark blade dissolved into wisps of smoke. She took a deliberate step back and smoothed her shirt. "You are as tedious as I remember."
"And you are weaker than I remember. Ah, are you perhaps a counterpart of the Hela I know? That would make sense…"
Hela glared at her. "More so, perhaps, because you think your games are new."
Lady Loki lowered the kitchen knife down though did not release. Clearly, Hela had managed to get some of her powers back. Lady Loki hadn't. She was at the disadvantage here. She straightened up and ran a hand up her horned crown. Oh yes, that was still on. For identification's sake. "My games are effective."
"Not on him," Hela said, walking back to her teacup. She picked it up as if nothing had happened. "He sees through the illusions. Even the ones you wear as skin." She took a sip, then pinned Lady Loki with a final, glacial stare. "Harm him. Disturb his peace. Try to twist him for your amusement. And I will not bother with a blade. I will unmake you slowly, in ways our father never dreamed of. We are not in Asgard. The rules are different here."
Hela placed the cup in the sink with another soft click and walked out of the kitchen, her footsteps silent on the stone floor.
Left alone, Lady Loki's smirk returned, wider and more genuine now. Her heart was pounding, not with fear, but with exhilaration. A warning from the Goddess of Death. A mortal who resisted her charms. A complete, delicious loss of control.
She leaned against the counter, a low, delighted snicker escaping her lips.
'This,' Lady Loki thought, 'is going to be far more fun than I imagined.'
***
The afternoon sun was warm on the back of Alex's neck as he knelt by a raised garden bed, pulling weeds with methodical focus. A recent hobby he took up. It was peaceful and good for the muscles. Alex hummed.
A shadow fell over him.
He didn't look up. Alex was still humming and smiling though. "Afternoon."
"Alex~!" Lady Loki's voice came from behind him, dripping with theatrical sweetness. "I require your attention."
"I'm listening," he said, tossing a clump of crabgrass into a bucket.
"No, you are not. You are… gardening." Lady Loki said the word like it was a contagious disease. "Stand and face me. I have devised an amusement."
Alex nodded, brushed the dirt from his hands, and stood, turning slowly.
She stood a few feet away, framed by sunlight, wearing the simple green tunic and trousers he'd lent her. Her crown was, of course, present. She held her hands behind her back, a mischievous glint in her bright green eyes. It was the look of a cat about to bat a priceless vase off a shelf.
"An amusement?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"Indeed. A test of your mortal reflexes. And your… trust." She brought her hands from behind her back. In one, she held a perfectly ripe, bright red tomato from his garden. In the other, a green orb of coalesced magic. A tiny, unstable-looking thing that fizzed and popped softly.
"Er…how're you doing that?"
"I am a goddess."
Pause. "Oh, Hela helped you out."
"No." Yeah. "A-anyway, you will catch the tomato," she declared. "After I throw it. A simple task."
"And the green glowy thing?" Alex nodded at the orb.
"A minor illusion. A distraction. To make it sporting." Her smile was all sharp, white teeth. "Now, ready yourself."
Alex raised a skeptical brow but held his hands up, palms out. "Okay. Throw the tomato."
"On the count of three," Lady Loki said. "One…"
She drew her arm back, the tomato held high.
"Two…"
The green orb in her other hand pulsed, bzzzt.
"Three!"
Her arm whipped forward. But instead of releasing the tomato, she squeezed the magic orb. It burst with a sound like a wet firecracker—splortch!—and a wave of harmless but startling green glitter exploded toward Alex's face.
At the exact same moment, she brought her other hand down, about to hurl it at him…and then gently placed the tomato on the grass at her feet.
The glitter cloud dissipated, pffft, leaving Alex standing there, completely untouched, his hands still up to catch nothing.
Lady Loki stared. "You should have flinched. Tch. The trick is ruined!"
"Oh, uh…sorry," Alex said, dropping his hands. He stepped forward, his expression softening with concern. "But, ah, are you okay?"
"Huh?" He was getting close. Lady Loki instinctively stepped back, only to lose balance. Alex reacted fast and caught her by the arm, steading her.
"Knew it. Took a lot out of you, huh?"
"I-I can handle myself."
Truth be told, the practice and the advice did indeed suck more out of her than she anticipated. Dammit, he should have waited before attempting! Now…now she could only stand still. She could barely move her legs without wincing. Alex frowned and reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray fleck of glitter from her cheekbone. The touch was startlingly tender.
She flinched as if burned, but not from pain. A violent, hot blush erupted across her pale skin, painting her from her chest all the way up to the tips of her pointed ears. "I—I am fine," she stammered, losing all its razor-edged command, becoming almost breathy. "The spell was child's play. Insignificant. I merely… the sun is… warm."
She looked up at the sun and humphed. Alex did not follow her gaze.
"So, not stupid enough to look at the sun? I suppose you're clever enough." Lady Loki was rambling. And talking without meaning. Really? Looking at the sun? Did she really think he'd look at it just because she did?
"Your heart is racing," Alex noted softly, his hand still hovering near her face. "I can see your pulse right here." His thumb gently grazed the frantic flutter at the base of her throat.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
Lady Loki swallowed hard. "T-that…you…
'This is wrong. He was supposed to duck like a sissie! Why is he looking at me with those stupid, kind, handsome eyes a-and touching me like I'm something fragile—'
"I am not!" she protested, but it came out as a weak squeak. She took a step back, colliding with the garden bed. "Your concern is misplaced and… and insulting!"
"It's not an insult," Alex said, his smile gentle. He bent down, picked up the forgotten tomato, and wiped it clean on his shirt. He held it out to her. "Here. You went to all that trouble for it. Plus, there's always a next time!"
She stared at the proffered tomato, then at his face, then back at the tomato. Her blush deepened to an almost painful crimson. She…she should have just thrown it! That would have been good enough!
In frustrated anguish, she slapped the tomato from his hand. It flew through the air and smacked wetly against the side of the house with a juicy splat.
"Enough!" Lady Loki shrieked, her composure shattering completely. "You insufferable, placid, decent mortal! Just… just leave me be!"
She turned on her heel and stormed across the lawn, her stride stiff and furious. She didn't look back.
Alex watched her go, a faint, puzzled frown on his face. He looked at the pulped tomato sliding down his wall, then back at her retreating form. "Okay then," he muttered to himself, scratching his head.
Twenty seconds later, Lady Loki slammed the door to her borrowed room so hard the frame rattled. She paced on the plush rug. Her hands were fists at her sides.
'Why? Why is my heart still pounding like a war drum?' She pressed a cool palm to her chest, feeling the frantic, traitorous rhythm beneath her breast. 'I really, really should have thrown the damn tomato! Made him look like a fool! A clown! A foolish clown!'
She stopped in front of a full-length mirror, glaring at her reflection. Her cheeks were still flushed. Her green eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her lips were slightly parted as she panted.
'Look at you,' she sneered inwardly. 'Goddess of Mischief. Raised as a princess. Brought to a stammering, blushing mess by a mortal's… kindness. His care. The way he touched your throat…'
A shiver, hot and entirely unwelcome, traced down her spine. She remembered the warmth of his fingertips, the rough callus of his thumb against her skin. It hadn't been a grab for power. It hadn't been a leer. It was… concern. Pure, simple, maddening concern.
"Grrrr….!"
She wasn't seducing him. She wasn't even properly tricking him. This… this felt like something else. Something absurd. The careful placement of the tomato at her feet. The gentle brush of glitter from her cheek. The offering of the damned fruit back to her.
'Courting,' a treacherous voice whispered in the back of her mind. 'This is what mortals do when they are courting. They pay attention. They show care. You have done this before, have you not? It is only slightly different. Less...divine. You make others flustered with gifts and gestures. Indeed, this is nothing new, Loki. Except, well, I suppose this time you're on the receiving end. You're the one taking the mischief—!'
"No!" she snarled at the mirror. "I am Loki! I do not get flustered! I do not stammer! I cause the stammering! I create the chaos!"
But the memory of his face, so close, so earnest, wouldn't leave. The way his eyes had searched hers, not for deception, but for genuine distress.
She slumped onto the edge of the bed, the fight draining out of her, replaced by a confusing, warm, aching turmoil in her gut. She pressed her thighs together, feeling a distinct, damp heat there that had nothing to do with the sun.
'This is a problem,' she thought, her anger cooling into a simmering, fascinated dread. 'I need to…ngggh…'
She was supposed to be weaving a web around him. Instead, she was the one feeling tangled, caught in the simple, sturdy net of his decency.
And the worst part?
A tiny, shocking part of her didn't want to cut herself free. She wanted to apologize to him.
***
The rich, savory smell of garlic and ginger sizzling in hot oil filled the kitchen. Alex stood at the stove, his movements practiced and calm as he tossed sliced chicken in a wok. The rhythmic shhhh-shhhk of the spatula against the hot surface was a soft, domestic beat.
Lady Loki paused in the arched doorway, watching him for a long moment. Alex was humming something tuneless, his back to her, utterly absorbed in the simple act of cooking. She had spent the last hour pacing her room, replaying the tomato disaster, her face heating all over again. But the scent was… compelling. And she was, annoyingly, hungry.
Lady Loki cleared her throat.
Alex glanced over his shoulder, his face breaking into that easy smile. "Hey. Hungry?"
"I… find myself curious about mortal sustenance," Lady Loki said, gliding into the room. She leaned a hip against the counter, trying to regain some of her regal poise. "Ahem. I am hungry."
"Great. This is lunch," he said with a chuckle, giving the wok another toss. A cloud of fragrant steam billowed up. "Kung Pao chicken. Or my version of it, anyway. You're welcome to join me."
"I shall," she announced, as if granting a royal favor. She smoothed the front of her borrowed tunic. "And… I must… address my earlier… decorum. In the garden."
Alex raised a brow, turning down the heat. "Oh?"
"It was…" She searched for a word that wasn't 'a humiliating defeat.' "...beneath me. To react so… theatrically. To the tomato." The word tasted absurd. "You were… unexpectedly… not a fool."
He laughed. "Apology accepted. And for the record, the glitter was a nice touch. Very sparkly. And impressive. There've been quite a few ladies here with superpowers, but none got them back as fast as you have."
"Hrn." She felt that treacherous blush threaten again and busied herself by examining a jar of bamboo shoots. "Your mortal foods are complex. They require… fire. And daring."
"You just gotta pay attention," he said, dumping in a handful of peanuts and dried chilies. The fssssssst made her jump slightly. Fucking hell, she was a prince. The cooking was left in the kitchen in the background, not in front of her!
"Timing's everything."
He plated the food onto two broad, shallow bowls: the chicken a glossy, deep brown, studded with red chilies and green scallions, nestled on a bed of fluffy white rice. He carried them to the small kitchen table.
"Sit," he said, pulling out a chair for her.
The gesture was so casually chivalrous it left her momentarily speechless. Lady Loki sat, back straight, as he fetched two glasses of water and sat across from her.
"So," he said, picking up his chopsticks. "Dig in."
She mimicked him, picking up the slender sticks with delicate precision. She speared a piece of chicken, brought it to her mouth, and bit.
Flavor exploded.
It was "polite" heat, immediate and bright, followed by the deep, savory umami of the sauce, the crunch of peanut, the tender give of the meat. Her eyes widened. She chewed slowly, then faster.
"Oh!" Lady Loki let out an involuntary gasp.
Alex grinned, watching her. "Good?"
"It is. I admit it, it is," she said, already reaching for another piece. "For mortal gruel." But she couldn't stop the little sigh of pleasure that escaped her lips as the next bite hit her tongue. "Mmmmm."
They ate in a silence that was more comfortable than she wanted to admit. The food was delicious, complex in a way Asgardian feasts—all roasted meats and honeyed mead—never were. It was playful. Mischievous, even, hiding heat behind sweetness.
Lady Loki was halfway through her bowl, thoroughly engrossed, when she spoke without looking up. "It lacks a certain… sharpness. Salt."
"Ah," Alex said, his smile turning a shade more playful. He reached for a small, unmarked ceramic shaker on the table. "Here you go."
She held out her bowl, still focused on spearing a particularly elusive peanut. He gave the shaker a confident sprinkle over her food.
She took a big, confident bite.
"Ah—!?"
Fire. Pure, unadulterated, volcanic fire erupted in her mouth. It wasn't salt. It was some devilish, mortal powdered pepper: ghost chili o-or something truly wicked. Her eyes flew open, watering instantly. A choked gasp escaped her.
Alex's face was a picture of innocent concern. "Everything okay?"
Lady Loki couldn't speak. She fanned her mouth, grabbing for her water and gulping it down. The cold helped, but the heat was a living thing, dancing on her tongue and roaring down her throat. When she finally could draw breath, she glared at him. She was almost tearing up. But please, she was Loki. She had the willpower to pull back tears caused by a measly human chili!
"You… you tricked me!" Lady Loki sputtered.
He was laughing now, a soft, delighted sound.
Oh. Ohhh. By Odin's beard…he pranked her.
"You prepared this," she accused, pointing a shaky chopstick at the shaker. "You had this ready. You anticipated my request. Hnn…you're smarter and bolder than I gave you credit for."
Alex winked at her. "I live with a goddess of mischief. I figured I should learn a trick or two. Just in case."
She stared at him, the heat in her mouth fading to a warm, pleasant buzz. The shock melted. She wasn't sure why there was delight in its place. To think this mortal had pranked her, the goddess of pranks! To think he'd set a trap with a gentle smile and waited for her to spring it herself.
Her heart did a funny little thump-thump-thump against her ribs.
"You," Lady Loki said, her voice dropping to a low, intrigued murmur. "You are not what you seem, Alex."
"I'm just a guy who likes spicy food," he said, still smiling, taking a bite of his own unchallenged lunch. "And good company."
She looked at him—really looked. The strong line of his jaw, the kindness in his eyes that held a surprising, hidden sharpness. The way he'd taken her in, clothed her, fed her, and now… played with her. Not out of fear or a desire to dominate, but because… it was fun.
A warm, fuzzy feeling, entirely unfamiliar, spread through her chest. It was softer than triumph, sweeter than schadenfreude. Her gaze softened without her permission, lingering on the curve of his smile.
"This is acceptable," Lady Loki declared, trying to sound imperious and failing miserably. She took another, more cautious bite of her now-atomic chicken, savoring the lingering burn. "Your trickery is… crude. But, still, could be better. Far better."
"High praise," he said, his eyes meeting hers.
They just looked at each other over the steaming bowls. The air in the kitchen felt charged, warm with spice and something else. Something that made her skin feel too tight, her breath a little shallow. She saw the way his gaze dipped, just for a fraction of a second, to her lips, still flushed and wet from the chili.
Her own eyes traced the line of his throat, the strong column of it, the hollow at its base where his pulse beat a steady, calm rhythm. A sudden, vivid image flashed in her mind: leaning across the table, closing that distance, seeing if his lips tasted of ginger and fire.
The Norse goddess blinked, breaking the spell, feeling a hot flush that had nothing to do with peppers creep up her neck. She looked down at her bowl, her heart hammering against her ribs like a captured bird.
"You should make this again," Lady Loki said, her voice a touch breathier than she intended. "Perhaps with a more… manageable level of excitement."
"I can do that." Alex pushed his empty bowl aside, leaning forward on his elbows. "So… truce?"
She looked up, meeting his gaze again. That warm, fuzzy feeling was back, coiling low in her stomach. She felt a smile tug at her own lips, a real one, not a smirk. She extended a hand.
"A temporary ceasefire," she amended, her chin tilting up. "For culinary purposes only."
"Understood," he said, and his smile felt like the sun.
Lady Loki didn't realize it but there were hearts in her eyes. Her beating heart had travelled up to every fibre of her system. Her cheeks, her eyes, her fingers, and her very touch.
"Not going to shake my hand?"
"I believe," Alex said, chuckling, "I saw a tomato in there."
Hm!
Lady Loki was in love.
***
With every passing day, her heart swelled. With every laugh she shared with him, her smile grew.
After a week of being with Alex, everything felt different. It just did. The talks, the presence, and the food. It was all better now.
One morning, Lady Loki entered the kitchen and into coffee and something sweet. Cinnamon? Donned in a green tunic and brown pants, she arrived and leaned against the marble island, watching Alex pour batter onto a sizzling griddle.
"Ahh, coffee. I know it well. But what is this other thing?"
"Pancakes," Alex said, not looking up. A soft sizzle filled the air. "A breakfast food. You'll like them."
"I highly doubt that. Mortal food is… unrefined." She sauntered closer, the hem of her tunic brushing her thighs. "You spend an inordinate amount of time here. In this room. With fire and… powder."
He flipped a pancake with a flick of the wrist. It landed perfectly with a soft flump. "It's relaxing. You should try it."
"I," Lady Loki declared, moving to stand beside him, so close her arm almost brushed his, "am a goddess. I do not cook. I command feasts into being or order them into being."
"Right, of course, Your Majesty," he said, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Although it seems your magic isn't quite here."
The nerve. "A temporary condition. And even powerless, I am far beyond such… domestic servitude."
He turned his head, finally looking at her. His eyes, so damnably calm, scanned her face. "Come on, making food isn't beyond anyone. It's simple. And fun.." He nudged the spatula toward her. "Here. Your turn."
Lady Loki stared at the offered tool like it was a venomous snake. "Absolutely not."
"Scared you'll burn it?"
Her eyes flashed. A challenge. "I do not fear mortal cuisine." She snatched the spatula from his hand, her fingers brushing his. A little spark, hot and sharp, zipped up her arm. She ignored it, focusing on the bubbling pancake in the pan. "It's merely a matter of applied heat. I am a master of chaos. This is orderly. Beneath me."
"Then master it," he said, warm and close to her ear. It was hypnotic. Her breath hitched. She folded like a chair. The pride of a goddess? The authority? Huh? What was that?
Humping, she focused, sliding the spatula under the golden-brown circle. She flipped.
It folded in half mid-air, a sad, doughy splut as it landed in a messy heap.
She stared. Alex's shoulder bumped hers gently as he leaned in to inspect the damage.
"Hm," he murmured, his breath warm on her neck. "A little… aggressive on the follow-through."
"It's flawed," Lady Loki snapped, but there was no heat in it. He was so close. She could smell the clean, soapy scent of his skin, mixed with the sweet vanilla of the batter. Her heart started that familiar, traitorous thump-thump-thump.
"It's a first try," he commented. He didn't move away. His hand came up, covering hers on the spatula handle, guiding it to scrape the mangled pancake onto a plate. His palm was large, warm, calloused. The contact sent a jolt straight to her core, a wet, aching heat blooming between her legs so suddenly it made her knees feel weak.
"See?" he whispered, his lips now dangerously close to the shell of her ear. "Come on, focus."
"H-hrn…"
She tried to focus. She barely could. She ended up turning her head again. Their faces were suddenly inches apart. His gaze was no longer just calm. It was focused. Intent. Dark with a hunger that mirrored the one suddenly clawing inside her.
"A-ahem. What? Cat got your tongue?"
He cocked his head. Really, it was her tongue that had been caught. "A little. You're beautiful when you're flustered," he countered, his free hand coming up to cradle her jaw. His thumb stroked her cheekbone, just like in the garden, but this time there was no concern in the touch. Only desire.
Every arrogant retort died in her throat. All she could do was stare into his eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 'This is the trap,' part of her mind screamed. 'This is his game.'
The other part, the part that was molten and aching, whispered, Let him win.
"Alex…" His name was a sigh, a surrender.
That was all the permission he needed.
His mouth melted into hers. He took full advantage of the romance of it all, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. She let him. She actually let him. He tasted of coffee and something indefinably, perfectly him. Her hands, clumsy, dropped the spatula with a clatter and fisted in the thin fabric of his t-shirt.
"F-fuck…you're a good kisser, aren't you?" Lady Loki remarked.
"Thanks."
He smiled.
The expression was so raw and honest, it shattered her last pretense. "Oh come ON now. Stop acting all cute and fucking do it again," she demanded, pulling him back to her.
This kiss was deeper, wetter, all tangled tongues and sharp nips of teeth. Her back met the cold marble of the kitchen island as he crowded her against it. His hands were everywhere—cupping her face, sliding down her neck, tracing the neckline of her tunic before gripping her ass cheeks, his fingers digging in possessively.
He pulled back, breathing hard. "Up," he growled, his voice thick.
"What?"
"I said up." His hands moved to her thighs, powerful and sure, and he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Her ass landed on the cold marble counter, sending a jolt through her. He stepped between her legs, spreading them wide, and the cool air hit the damp heat of her panties, making her shudder.
"Alex," she moaned, her head falling back as he attacked her neck, sucking and biting a path down to her collarbone. His hands slid under her tunic, scorching paths up her bare sides. She arched into him. Oh yes, she was needy for this mortal man.
His hands slid around to her back, pulling her tighter against the hard ridge of his erection straining against his jeans. H-holy fuck, Lady Loki couldn't believe it, he was hard! W-well of course he was, she was Loki! B-but still, this cock she was prodding her thighs…it felt HUGE.
"Haah—!" Her foot shot up to rub on his nuts and make him go still. "A man's sack, their only weakness~! Even yours!"
Yeah, definitely, especially when a foot as soft as hers was massaging it. Her toes climbed up and poked the bear, giggling. His cock lurched and stretched the fabric in a curve. A huge wet spot formed at the end.
"How many inches is that now? Nine?" Lady Loki whistled. "Quite a hammer, I must say~!"
She licked her lips. She panted. Lady Loki made eye contact and smirked. Her foot tapped on the bottomside of his bulge.
"Take this off," she commanded, tugging at his shirt. He obeyed, yanking it over his head and tossing it aside. Smirking, she dragged her nails down his chest, earning a sharp hiss from him.
"You like that?" Her own confidence was flooding back. Oh yes, she would and could take control.
Until he kissed her again. His hands found her breasts over the tunic, kneading them through the fabric, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard, aching pebbles. She cried out into his mouth, the sound muffled.
He broke the kiss, his eyes burning. "Fuck, my cock…!" His bulge kept stretching and the love-drunken Loki vaguely noticed it. "Let's get you free."
Before she could process his words, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her borrowed brown trousers and panties and pulled them down her legs. Pushing her back as he pulled, the dark fabric pooled around her ankles on the counter. The cold marble kissed her bare ass, but the heat between her legs was an inferno.
He stared her right in the eye. Lady Loki couldn't believe the shiver that travelled down her neck. She felt…no, was utterly exposed, utterly vulnerable, and the look in his eyes—reverent, hungry, ravenous—made her feel more powerful than any magic ever had.
She huffed, smiling maniacally, reaching for the waistband of his pants. The bulge got in the way for half a second. Her fingers found the button, popped it, and slid the zipper down. "I am a goddess of many talents. For a cock of this magnitude…" Her tongue swiped along her upper lip. "Let me taste you~!"
Her hand slid inside his boxers, and her breath hitched. Fuck, fuck, she saw that it was big. She knew that it was big. Yet when her fingers brushed against hot, hard flesh—thick flesh—her eyes flew wide. She wrapped her hand around and she couldn't even close her fingers. She stared down. This bulge…
Throb, throb, throb…
"By the Norns…"
She pulled him free, and her jaw went slack. Alex's cock sprang out, fully erect, a massive, veined column of mortal flesh that made her previously smug confidence shrivel and die. It was huge. Thick as her wrist, long enough that the flushed, broad head nudged past her navel even as she lay back. His balls, heavy and full, hung beneath like ripe fruit in a sac of taut skin.
"What… what is this?" Lady Loki's remark was a squeak. She tried to wrap both hands around the shaft and failed. Her mind, so used to being the most dangerous thing in any room, short-circuited.
"Volstagg the Mighty was said to be hung like a horse…but this…you're only a mortal."
Alex looked down, his expression amused. It was just a cock. His cock. Yet always, it impressed the ladies of Marvel Rivals.
"This is not… this is not possible," she stammered, her goddessly composure utterly shattered. She gave him an experimental stroke, her hands sliding with a soft squelsh of pre-cum. The sheer girth stretched her fingers. A tremor of pure, primal fear—and exhilarating lust—shot through her. "You will… you will split me in two."
"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was low, but there was no pressure. Just a question.
Lady Loki looked from his face, to the monstrous cock in her hands, and back. Her own need, hot and wet and suddenly desperate, pulsed between her legs. The challenge in his eyes. The humiliation of being so wrong. It all fused into a single, screaming yes.
"Goodness no," Lady Loki hissed, her arrogance returning as a defiant gasp. "I am Loki. I fear nothing. Destroy me with it, mortal."
He didn't need telling twice.
He pushed her tunic up to her neck, baring her completely to him and the world. The pants were gone and so was her tunic. Her breasts were C-cups and her cunt was dripping. She puffed her chest out in confidence, smirking and panting. "Stunned by my beauty?" she taunted.
He leaned over her, his hands braced on the counter on either side of her head, his massive cock lying heavily on her stomach, a searing brand. He kissed her, hard, swallowing her gasp, his tongue claiming her mouth with the same dominance his body was about to claim hers.
"You ready?"
"You still ask? Just do it."
Alex chuckled. "Sorry, but I'm going to fuck you so slow and so deep you'll forget your own name. It's just a precaution."
"Why you…!"
She moaned loudly. He reached down between them, his fingers finding her slit, already soaked. He rubbed her clit and made her back arch off the marble.
"A-Alex…! Y-you…!"
"That's it," he murmured, sliding one thick finger inside her, then two, stretching her. The wet schlick was like music to him. "So tight…"
"O-of course! I-I can take anything!"
His fingers pumped his length inside her, making her whimper. After exiting, there was a long mewl from the goddess. "N-nggghh…"
The mortal leaking cock nudged at her entrance as she gathered her bearings. He applied pressure.
It was too much. It was impossible.
"Nnnngh! Wait!" she cried, her hands flying to the sides of the marble counter. She found herself gasping as he inserted another inch, and gasping louder when his hand gripped her thigh. She was a fine, thicc lady and this man was manhandling her with care. With tenderness.
"Shhh," he soothed, not pushing, just holding that unbearable pressure. To think she, the goddess of mischief, would be receiving words of affirmation. Of comfort.
No one had ever done that.
...she liked it.
"Breathe, Loki. Push out for me. Let me in."
Gods thought Loki far too clever for her own god. Humans worshipped her, or feared her. She didn't mean it. She didn't care.
So this tenderness...it was a nice change that she didn't know she wanted or needed.
His fingers sank a little deeper into her thigh as his cock went deeper into her cunt. She gasped, tears of effort and sensation prickling her eyes. She forced her pussy muscles to relax, to yield. And slowly, with an inexorable, burning stretch that made her see stars, the head popped fully inside. A huge mushroom-like tip that was worth almost an average cock.
"Ohgodsohgods—!" Lady Loki wailed, her head thrashing. The stretch was astronomical! "It's in! I-i-it's fucking in!"
"Just the tip, Your Highness," Alex gritted out, his own control fraying. "So fucking tight. Your cunt is hugging me like a vice."
He pushed another two inches, and the squelching stretch sounded like wet leather. Lady Loki howled and she dropped completely on the marble table. She couldn't bother to push herself halfway up. She just had to lay there and take it.
"More! Give me more! Fuck me, Alex!" She panted and managed a smirked. "Fuck me stupid—unless you're a coward!"
Alex was no coward. He drove forward, a deep thrust that buried half his monstrous length inside her divine cunt.
Well, divine or not, Lady Loki's eyes rolled back. A pathetic, guttural sound choked out of her throat. She was full. So full she couldn't breathe. She could feel him in her womb, rearranging her insides. "H-How…?"
He pulled back, almost all the way out, then sank back in, a fraction deeper. The friction was insane, a hot, slick, slorching drag against every nerve ending.
"You feel that, Loki?" he grunted and did it again. This time, it was nine inches. Then another thrust. She gasped.
"A-Aleeex~! Y-your arrogant cock can't just—"
Oh, but it did!
Each thrust was a world-ending event. Each thrust went a little deeper. "So tight…!" Easily the tightest hole he had ever ventured. Yet to Lady Loki, his words sounded…different. To her, the translation was:
"That's my cock owning you. Your tight little pussy is mine now."
He didn't say that. Far from it. Yet it felt like it. And when he finally managed to shove all thirteen inches…
Her spine arched off the table. She gasped. She shrieked. "Cmshiiiinnng~!!!" She came. Her eyes rolled back. There was a long, long pause, as she lay there and quivered.
Alex hardly tried. All he did was give her his cock. Like some sort of divine gift, it changed the goddess of mischief. The moment she recovered, her eyes locked back onto him.
"Yes…yes…yes…" Her green eyes glowed. "YES! YES! IT'S YOURS! FUCK!" She lost her mind and her legs hooked around his waist, pulling him deeper. Wham, wham, wham! On her own, through sheer willpower, she fucked herself on his cock. Each impact shook her whole body, her breasts jiggling.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP!" Her eyes rolled back again. "I'M CUMMIIING~!!"
The burning stretch had melted into a deep, throbbing, full-body pleasure. Every nerve was on fire. He hit a spot deep inside her that made white light explode behind her eyes.
And it wasn't Alex thrusting. This was all Lady Loki. Her addiction, her love, it was all bubbling to the surface.
"I LOVE IT, LOVE IT, LOVE ITTT~!!"
She loved it, huh? She loved it. Alex grunted, smiled, and then grabbed her wrists, tying them together with one hand, and slammed down.
"RIGHT THERE! RIGHT FUCKING THERE! ALEX, PLEASE!"
It was a hot view. A piece of thick black hair fell over her forehead. Her green eyes lost their mischievous luster. In its place—love. Pure and lustful love. Her breasts jiggled and jiggled, and in missionary, it was nothing short of perfection. It was nothing short of addicting. Fuck, fuck! Alex went wild. Hips bucking back and forth, back and forth, loud thuds accompanying every thrust. He just wanted to fuck this divine pussy.
"So tight…! So damn tight!"
The tightest fucking pussy he had ever plowed. Good gods, did it have to do with her heritage? Or was Loki simply that good? He relished the expression on her face. Unlike other ladies, at this stage, Loki was simply enjoying herself. Loki let her eyes roll back and her tongue fall out. She wanted to look fucked stupid because she was getting fucked stupid.
The slapping of flesh grew faster, wetter. SLAP-SQUELCH-SLAP-SQUELCH!
"Cum all over this big fucking cock."
Again, he didn't say it. Loki imagined it and she shattered. Her back bowed violently, a raw, tearing shriek ripped from her throat as her orgasm detonated. "AAAAALLLLLLEEEEEXXXXXX!" Her cunt convulsed around him, milking his shaft madly.
He kept pounding through it, fucking her through the waves. "Ngggh! Fuck…! Your pussy is so good—so fucking good…!"
She wasn't broken. She was clear as day. She wanted it. She wanted it badly. "GIVE IT TO ME! CUM IN ME! FILL ME UP! I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR FUCKING SEED!"
So he did. He gave everything he had, going balls-deep and nutting. Creamy, luscious cum that had the man groaning. Cumming inside such a deep pussy while completely buried…
"Loki…!" He grunted. "I'm giving everything…!"
He gasped and managed to keep himself upright. His cock twitched inside her, each pulse sending a fresh shot of cum into her ravaged cunt.
Lady Loki lay there as a blank, humming void. The cool marble beneath her. The searing monster cock inside her. The wet, sticky drip of their joining leaking onto the granite.
He pulled out and her emerald eyes caught that moment. Snapped into her memory. Because in the name of Odin, she had NEVER seen that much gooey, creamy cum before. And she was a mythical entity. She was a goddess. She literally knew and talked and pulled pranks on the goddess of sex.
But this massive cock parting her cunt…the copious amount of snow-white yogurt-like baby batter…
'How…' Her fragmented mind whimpered. 'How did this mortal… fuck me… like this…'
Lady Loki passed out.
***
It took a good ten minutes for her to walk up. And when she did, Alex sheepishly suggested showering. Nude, legs shaking and cum falling in huge globs, Lady Loki led the way. She tried to be confident and walk with a sway.
"Nnggh~!"
She succeeded, mostly. If only for her pride, she managed to get into the shower without needing Alex's aid. The man was two steps behind her, ready to catch her. But she showed him. She didn't need him.
'Well…I don't need him to catch me.' Glancing over her shoulder, she saw his flaccid dong bouncing on his thigh as he entered the shower stall. Alex's penis was simply…astounding. And what it did to her..
Lady Loki licked her lips.
'I don't need him to catch but he can certainly do other things for me~!'
The hot water beat down, steam fogging the glass enclosure. Lady Loki smiled softly when Alex's hands dropped on her shoulders. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Lady Loki leaned into the touch, a sly smile on her lips even as rivulets of water traced paths between her breasts. "Is this how you treat all your stranded goddesses, Alex? Such… personal service."
"Only the ones who leave a mess on my kitchen counter," he said, reaching for a bottle of shampoo.
She turned under the spray, facing him, her nipples already hardening. Water plastered her dark hair to her scalp and neck. "Admit it. You enjoyed the mess. The way my cunt squelched around that monster cock of yours." She reached down, her hand sliding between her own thighs. "I can still feel you. I'm so open. So stretched."
"H-hey…" He saw her fingers working, circling her own clit. "I, um…"
"What? Nervous already?"
"...c-can't we just shower normally?"
"Hm? Shower normally? Are we not showering normally?" Lady Loki turned. Alex looked away. Ahh, the poor young man genuinely wanted an innocent shower. It wasn't a joke. To be fair, deep down, so did she, until she saw his reaction. She walked and stepped closer until her slick body was pressed against his. Her hand left herself and wrapped around his cock, which was already thickening under her touch. "Look at this. Good gods, Alex. It's getting hard again just looking at me."
"U-um…"
"So it seems your lips say one thing, your cock another." She smirked, looking him right in the eye. She was taller than him so there was a downward tilt. "Which is lying, I wonder?"
"R-really, let's just shower normally."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Come on. Let's not be dishonest; you want to fuck this wet, used pussy again, don't you?" Her strokes were expert, firm, her thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. "Tell me, mortal. Tell me you want to shove this beautiful fucking cock back inside me."
"I…L-Loki…y-you…"
"I'm a goddess," Lady Loki said for him, pumping him faster. The water made her hand glide like silk."And your cock is a divine instrument. Now tell me what you want."
He grabbed her wrist, stilling her hand, and pushed her gently back against the cool tile. "I want to wash you first. Every. Last. Inch."
It was a surprise answer and it caught her off-guard how strong he was in it. He poured shampoo into his palm and worked it into her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. She sighed, a genuine sound of pleasure, her eyes closing. But as he rinsed, her hands were busy again, roaming over his chest, down his stomach, tracing the veins on his forearms.
She giggled a little when she felt a certain hot poke to her stomach. It wasn't his hands, that was for sure.
"Well, well. Your turn," she declared, taking the soap. She lathered her hands and began washing his chest. She dropped lower, soaping his abdomen, her knuckles brushing against his now fully rigid cock with every pass. Oh yes, it was fully erect now. Fully big. Fully massive. Mmmph, she couldn't help but lick her lips.
"Look at it," she breathed, her gaze hungry. "What a beast. What a hammer. Throbbing for me. Dripping for me." She wrapped both soapy hands around his shaft. "I'm going to suck it later. I'm going to swallow every fucking drop you give me. But first…" She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "First, I want you to fuck me against this wall. I want to scream until my voice is gone."
Alex was an ordinary young stud. He played Marvel Rivals, he flirted, he tried to do good, and he tried to shower normally.
That was it. The last thread of his patience snapped.
He spun her around, her front pressed to the tile. He kissed the back of her neck, his hands groping her full breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out.
"Yes!" she shrieked, arching her back. "Losing control? Hm? Looks like this won't be a normal shower after all~"
One hand slid down her soap-slick stomach, and plunged two fingers into her sopping cunt.
"Loki, you're drenched," he growled, fingering her fast and deep. Squick-squick-squick! "Is this all for me? This nasty, greedy hole?"
"All for you, my love~!"
She looked over her shoulder. She almost kissed him, only to wink. Oh yeah, this slut was ASKING for it. So greedy and so arrogant. This was the goddess of mischief at play here.
He positioned himself, the broad head nudging against her swollen entrance. He pushed.Her fingers scrabbled against the tile.
"N-not a bad cock! I-I'm already getting used to it!"
Lady Loki was not. She was bluffing. She was playing up her confidence as she winked at him and blew a kiss over her shoulder. Bent over, his cock inside, honestly, there was no choice for what was going to happen next.
Alex pulled back and slammed home, burying every inch in one brutal stroke.
CLAP—!
The sound of her tight cunt accepting him was wet, deep, and visceral.
"OH ODIN—!"
Not even Odin could anticipate the kind of rutting Alex was about to deliver. His hips slammed again and again, and her ass cheeks jiggled. It was an underrated aspect of her figure, he realized. "You have a great—" Thrust! CLAP—! "Fat ass!"
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle! Lady Loki was a chick with C-cup tits, thicc thighs, and a slender waist. Coupled with her height, she appeared slender, when in reality her ass was delectable and her breasts were average-sized. She was a fine ass chick. She was lovely. She was—
"OH GODS! OH FUCK! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT FUCKING THERE!"
Receiving backshot after backshot.
Each thrust hammered against her cervix.
"DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU EVER STOP! THIS IS MY COCK! MY FUCKING COCK!"
So tight, so tight, so tight! He slammed as hard as he could and the lady took it. Her cheeks were up against the tile wall. She was grinning, loving his dick as they showed. Loving him just delivering backshot of pleasure repeatedly, without stop.
"NGGGH~! I AM THE GODDESS OF MISCHIEF! I-I-I...NGGGHH! I DUB YOU, ALEX, THE TRUE GOD OF SEX! I DO! I WILL~!!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She took it SO good too. This filthy goddess, her pussy was milking me. Sucking me in. Should have it been obscene to see her take dick? No, not at all. Loki was mischief itself. And Lady Loki?"
"I WILL TAKE OVER ALL OF ASGARD TO DECREE THIS COCK! I WILLLL!! I WILLLL!!! I LOVE THIS DIIIIICK~!!!"
She said it plainly. She loved dick. She loved THIS dick. Her allegiance to her homeland? Her need to gain power? Her pride? Her trickster ways? None of it mattered when this dick was changing her forever. When this dick made her feel good about herself in ways she never thought. It wasn't just his dick going deep or his fat balls smacking her ass. It wasn't Alex. It was all him. He changed her.
"IT IS BIGGER THAN ANY! IT IS GREATER THAN ANY! THIS COCK IS THE GREATEST! THIS COCKKKK IS A HAMMMMERRR~!!"
To her, calling it a hammer was blasphemous too. It was far greater than Mjolnir could ever be. Alex exceeded the weaponry in respect to what they did. For Mjolnir, it was battle and lightning. For Alex, it was sex. At least with Mjolnir, she could keep up. She could trick it. There was no sense of hopelessness.
But this dick? Oh no, there was denying her feelings here. There was no chance she stood. Odin himself could come down here and he would realize how futile it was. This divine stud couldn't and wouldn't pull out. This stud was greater than any man in Asgard by leaps and bounds.
They could never, she told herself. They could never! Water cascaded over them. Her orgasm sprung out like a tsunami in her gut from that thought.
"I'M CUMMING! ALEX, I'M—NNNNGHFFFFFFF!"
Her cunt clenched around him.
"Fuck—! So tight!"
So tight. So tight. He repeated it because it was the truest statement he could give and because it pushed him over the edge. Grinding deeply, he groaned and emptied his balls inside her. Thick, hot jets of cum fired into her depths, painting her walls, filling her up.
Lady Loki was pinned against the walls completely. Her hands ran down the wet wall as his cock went spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
They stayed like that, pinned against the wall, panting, as the water washed over them. His cock twitched inside her with each last pulsing dribble of release. After a moment, he softened and slipped out of her with a wet, sucking plop. Massive droplets of his creamy baby batter dripped down her thigh.
Lady Loki turned, her body boneless, her eyes glazed. She hung her hand over his shoulders. Her legs were shaking. Usually, she was taller than him? But now? Now she was looking up at him with a dazed, sated smile.
"You," Lady Loki panted, "are a revelation, mortal."
Alex smiled and before he could say a word, she kissed him. Fucking hell, if this was what it was like being in love, then sign her up.
***
"Alex, look at me."
The command cut through the sound of frantic button-mashing and distant explosions from the TV. Which, for a Marvel Rivals gamer, wasn't enough.
Alex's thumbs never stopped moving on the controller. Click-click-click-tap-tap. "H-hi, Loki. One sec, okay? This is a really close match."
"I said look."
He risked a glance. His thumbs fumbled. His character on screen died with a digital cry.
Lady Loki was a hottie in the doorway to his den, backlit by the hall light, and it was cock lurching. The outfit was… new. A scrap of sheer, emerald green lace that pretended to be a dress. It plunged between her breasts, barely containing them, and ended high on her thighs. The material was so thin he could see the dark shadow of her nipples, the faint triangle between her legs. Her signature golden horned crown, however, was perfectly in place, gleaming with arrogant divinity.
"Do you like it?" Lady Loki asked, sauntering in. "I conjured it. A little welcome home gift. For you."
"It's… it's really nice, Loki," Alex said, his eyes darting back to the respawn timer on his screen. "Really nice. Thank you."
"Nice?" Lady Loki stopped right in front of the TV, blocking his view. She put her hands on her hips, making the lace strain. "I parade before you in garments woven from moonlight and desire, and you call it nice?"
"Sorry! I just—they're about to push the objective!" He leaned to the side, trying to peer around her. "Can you maybe sit? Just for a minute?"
Lady Loki's eyes narrowed, then she smiled. She understood now. It wasn't rejection. It was… a challenge. A puzzle. 'How to claim his attention when his hands are full?'
"Of course," Lady Loki said, her voice suddenly sweet. "Don't let me distract you." She glided around the couch, her hips swaying in a deliberate, hypnotic rhythm.
Alex let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and focused back on the game. Focus. Push the payload. Support your team. He heard the soft rustle of fabric behind him.
A beat passed and while the match started, he felt warm hands on his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. "You're so stressed, my love," Loki murmured, her lips close to his ear. His cock twitched again. "Let me help."
Her hands drifted down his chest, over his stomach. He swallowed. "L-Loki, I'm trying to concentrate…"
Long arms and a sexy voice. Fuck, fuck. He couldn't stop it.
"Good boy," she cooed. Her fingers deftly found the button of his sweatpants. Pop! "You're such a brilliant tactician. Now, just keep playing."
Her cool hand slid inside his pants. She wrapped her fingers around him. He was already half-hard, and her touch made him jump. He tried to play, he did. He was succeeding…
"See?" she whispered, giving him a firm stroke. "Your body is so much more honest than your words." She squeezed, her thumb rubbing the leaking tip.
On screen, his Spider-Man character dashed back into the fray. His heart was pounding for two completely different reasons now. At this point, he felt he could not keep up. He could not react properly.
"Loki…"
"Shhh," she soothed, stroking and stroking and stroking until he was fully hard. Her head was right on his shoulder but slowly pulled back. Her hand retreated too. He could focus, he thought with some relief. That was until he saw her go around the couch and crawl between his legs. She pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs, freeing his fully erect cock. Over a foot long, it stood thick and heavy against his stomach.
And of fucking course it was fully hard.
Lady Loki smiled up at him, her green eyes glinting beneath her crown. "Just play your game, Alex. Let me worship this beautiful spectre."
And then her mouth was on him.
Wet and perfectly audible over the game's soundtrack, she took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the ridge, lapping up the pre-cum that beaded there.
"O-oh, god…" Alex groaned and squinted through the pleasure. His thumbs moved on autopilot, his eyes glued to the screen but seeing nothing.
"Mmm, you taste so good, Alex." She pulled off with a wet pop and gave sharp kisses. "Mwah! Mwah! Tastes perfect! Mmm~!" More kisses. Her tongue then did some slip and slides. She was teasing him.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! He was dead again! Man! There was a flash of irritatio, which melted when her tongue drew letters on the tip of his cock.
L.
O.
K.
I.
He breathed heavily and looked down. "L-Loki…!"
"I want to swallow all of you." Then she plunged back down, taking down half his cock.
Her technique was divine. She used her hand at the base, twisting in time with the sucks of her mouth. Squick-squick went her fist. Glrk-glllck went her throat.
Alex felt like he was in the zone. Eyes rolling back, when he respawned this time, there was a tightness in his nutsack. There was this need to act. Jittery, he bounced forward was Spider-Man.
On screen, he got a triple kill. "Y-yes!" he gasped, unsure if he meant the game or the blowjob.
Lady Loki giggled around his cock. She pulled off, a long string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "Getting a little excited, are we? Don't worry. My mouth is yours. My throat is yours. Fuck it. Use it."
She dove back down, this time taking him all the way to the hilt. Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base. Hnnngk! She held him there, throat fluttering around the intrusion, before pulling back with a desperate gasp for air.
"Fuck, Loki… your mouth…" he panted. His game was a blur of color and noise. His entire world had narrowed to the throat engulfing his dick.
"Tell me what you want, Alex," Lady Loki demanded, stroking him fast with her spit-slick hand. "Tell me what you want to do to my slutty little mouth."
"I… I want to…" He was losing it. Spider-Man was moving and dodging on screen, getting shot at. This was a match that could help him get into Celestial! N-not to mention if he let his teammates down now…
"Say it!"
It was a competitive match. It was important.
…it wasn't as good as Loki's deepthroat.
"I want to fuck your mouth." He stopped moving. "I want to hold your head and fuck your throat until I cum."
"Yes," Lady Loki hissed, her eyes blazing with triumph. "Do it. My king. Use me."
She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, an offering. Alex's last thread of control snapped. One hand clenched the controller, his knuckles white. The other shot out and grabbed the base of one golden horn on her crown.
He slammed her head back onto his cock. He pulled her off, then pushed her back down.
He set a rhythm, using the horn as a handle. Glrk-thrust! Gulk-thrust! Hnnk-thrust! Each movement was accompanied by a filthy, wet, gagging sound. Spit dripped from her lips, coating his shaft, his balls, the couch.
"Oh, fuck, Loki… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum…" he stammered, his hips stuttering. The game was forgotten. Everything was forgotten except the gorgeous, crowned goddess choking on his dick.
She moaned in encouragement, the sound gurgling around him. "Mrrph! Ngggh!! Mmpghghhkk!" Her hands clutched at his thighs, her eyes watering but locked on his, begging for it.
A final, deep shove buried his cock to the root in her hot, tight throat and he he came. Splurt-splurt-spluurt! A hot, pulsing flood shot directly down her gullet. Gulp! Gulp! Guuulp!
He held her there, shuddering, as she swallowed every last drop, her throat working frantically around him. For him, this goddess was a hole to be used. A hole for him to empty his balls inside. A hole to fill up.
Goddess of Mischief, Mother of Lies, Princess of Asgard.
To Alex, she was none of it. Lady Loki was just Loki. She was just a woman. She belonged to him.
'Swallow. Swallow. Swallow—!'
Those were her only thoughts. Lady Loki lived to serve this cock and swallow its thick, creamy seed.
Once he was done and empty, Alex softened and slipped from her lips.
Lady Loki sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. A blissful debauched smile graced her lips. She pulled herself off his cock, giving the slick, spent length a final, affectionate stroke.
"Good boy~!"