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“Loki, what is this?” Sylvie asked as she rummaged through a box in their apartment in the TVA. Loki looked over his shoulder as he placed a few books onto their wall-to-wall shelves, and huffed at the sight of the item in her hand.
“ That is a faulty hammer. You would think that Midgardians would be able to make a tool as simple as a hammer correctly, but they can't even forge those consistently,” Loki said as Sylvie walked over with the pink silicon hammer in hand. Really, who would create a hammer made entirely of rubber and plastic? Sylvie inspected the item for a few moments, giving it a closer look and turning it over in her hand before something lit up in her eyes.
She walked over to wrap her hand around his waist and looked up at him with a smug, amused smile that said that she knew something that he didn’t.
“You’re a tech-savvy Loki, you said?” She asked with no shortage of assumption weaved into her tone.
Loki looked up from his box of stolen books and furrowed his brows. “Yes, I am," he stubbornly replied. He didn't see the point of her raising this point now.
The goddess of mischief raised an eyebrow and pushed a button near the head of the hammer. The hammer came to life, loudly vibrating in the quiet of their apartment.
Loki paused. “So a vibrating, rubber, hammer-” And oh. Oh.
“That’s absurd,” Loki said, dropping the box on the floor and running a hand down the silicone shaft. Of course , it was a vibrator. He had to give credit where credit was due. It was quite creative.
“I might know what it’s for, but that doesn’t mean that I find it the right… tool,” Sylvie said with a snort at the end.
Loki curtly huffed as he took the vibrator in hand. In short, it was a hammer-shaped dildo. The rumble was deep and pleasant, and he ran a thumb over the light ridges of the grip and handle.
Was it ridiculous that he found it oddly erotic? With how thick the tool was, as well as the type of vibration it gave- he had to admit that he was curious.
“You can’t be serious,” Sylvie stated, reading his mind as always. Loki shrugged, “Hate the art, but enjoy the form. I have taken stranger.” He tried seductively lowering his voice an octave, but Sylvie was having none of it. “The shape is ridiculous," she reiterated in case Loki hadn't caught on at the beginning.
“And the shaft is broad ” Loki turned so that he was facing her. He teased her by lightly grinding his soft-clothed cock against her leg, and pressed a kiss on her head. The hammer was still vibrating in his hand, but he was careful to keep it from coming into contact with Sylvie as he wove his magic.
“I’d love to take the bottom part of it. It’s no substitute for your cock, but it is slightly larger.” Loki whispered in her ear, not missing the hitch in her breathing as he teasingly rocked his hardening erection against her.
“You’d love to press it into me, to see how much I can take before I’m sweating and shaking,” Loki was almost at a purr, placing the hammer in her loose hand. Sylvie huffed, her fingers twitching at the contact- but refusing to take it.
Loki grazed his hand over her hip, settling his hand on the small of her back. “You’d want to see what settings exist on this… contraption. You’d want to see if you can make me scream for you, to have me beg on my hands and knees as you delivered my pleasure. Or perhaps you’d rather have me on my back, with my legs spread and my back arched.” Loki huskily said next to her ear as he placed little nibbles with the barest hint of teeth along with the shell of her ear, his free hand ghosting down her side, teasing the edge of her waistband.
Sylvie, never one for skirting around her desires snaked a hand between them and palmed him through his pants. She tilted her head to the side to allow him better access, and he diligently worshipped every bit of skin she had to offer. Almost angrily, she wrapped her hand around the grip of the proffered hammer and pulled it away from his grasp.
“I’d want to see your face as I work you open,” Sylvie said, issuing a bite to his collarbone that had Loki moan. He offered no resistance as she pushed him onto the couch. His knees immediately gave out, when they hit the cushion. Sylvie made short work of his pants and underwear. “You’re a depraved thing.” Sylvie issued the biting remark, and Loki unbuttoned his shirt so that she could see all of him.
“So unsatisfied with my cock, you'd want to get fucked by this primitive tool instead?” Sylvie pushed aside his shirt and squeezed one of his pink nipples. Loki pushed himself against the arm of the sofa and moaned, shaking his head as he did so.
“No, never-” Sylvie pinched it with greater force, and Loki bit on his words.
“Shut up,” Sylvie ordered, her eyes hard- but the flush of her cheeks betrayed her. “Open your legs.”
Loki gladly did so, his eyes transfixed on how her fingers traced up his thighs. Sylvie reached over between the cushions and pulled out a bottle of lube, never once gracing him with one of those lovely mischievous smiles of hers. Her gaze was focused, and he knew that if he dipped his fingers into her folds- they’d be wet with her arousal.
He was so caught up in her, that he missed the moment when she flipped the hammer so that she was holding it like a proper tool, and jumped when she pressed the hammerhead behind his balls and into his perineum.
A moan escaped his lips at the insistent pressure. There were a few clicks on the shaft, indicating that she was selecting a setting, and he melted into the toy when it vibrated.
It was pressing all of the right places. His breath was heavy, his mind was going hazy-
"I can't. I'm pressing a fake hammer into your perineum, Loki. I can't even laugh." Sylvie's voice cut through the fog of his arousal like a knife through butter.
Loki took in a deep, soothing breath, and gave her a look that almost had her apologetic. "This is the line? A simple vibrator, with a flared base that is a hammer?" Loki said with a voice flatter than the dining halls of Asgard.
"Well, if you can make it seem remotely appealing I'll worship you with it. Until then," Sylvie cast the vibrator aside and ran a hand from his stomach, up to his chest, and Loki fluttered his eyes closed as her hand caressed his skin. Her touch was cooling, and he sighed as he transferred the reigns of control over to someone who would respect them.
"We'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way, darling." Loki parted his lips when he felt the heat of her breath on his face.
"I'm looking forward to your worship, goddess," Loki whispered, resting his hands on the back of her shoulders as she came in to nibble his bottom lip.
"Cheeky."
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The opportunity came a few days after while they sat in bed together. She had been reading a book, and Loki found that the time was right to entice her.
Loki knew that what he was doing was ridiculous in every context. It was hard to not feel like a clown as he did it, but he wanted to prove Sylvie wrong. Loki willed himself to relax as he slowly laved his tongue up the silicone shaft of this faux hammer. Next to him, Sylvie was watching with her eyebrows dubiously raised. She was clearly interested in what he was doing with his tongue, but it seemed like the object was still too comical for her to get into it if that slight smirk was anything to go by.
No matter. That was perhaps what he enjoyed most when he put on these little displays for her. As a prince, he always had to be fastidious about his appearance. He had to be intentional in everything he did if he didn't assume a disguise. However, with Sylvie, he could weave in and out of his princely demeanor and she'd treat him the same whether he behaved like a prince, or a fool licking a hammer.
Loki tilted his head down and slowly worked the end of the shaft into his mouth. It was easy for him to exercise his imagination that this pink hammer was Sylvie's cock as he ran his tongue over the ridges of the vibrator. He moaned as he took it, involuntarily sliding his hand over his chest.
Sylvie sharply inhaled, and Loki smirked when he traced her gaze to his tented pants. A rush of excitement pulsed into his cock, and lazily rocked into the fabric. He could feel the heat rising in his face when he realized that Sylvie, his beautiful Sylvie, was getting worked up that he was getting worked up. He knew that she could see it now and that she could imagine that he was taking her cock right now down his throat. She could probably feel the phantom touch of his warm tongue as it caressed the underside of her cock, and Loki let out a needy whine at the thought and palmed himself through his pants.
The bed shifted a bit beneath him, and he released the hammer from his mouth with a pop. Sylvie was a bit closer now, her face was slightly flushed and the smirk was gone from her face. Her eyes silently demanded him to pull his cock free, and he obeyed. Loki pushed the waistband of his pants down just over his knees, and if she wanted it completely off- she could do it herself.
The tip of his cock was flushed a bright pink, not quite aroused enough for precum- but he was getting close. Her eyes instantly went to the matching pink Cockring snuggly fastened, and Loki gave her his cheekiest smirk.
Sylvie, stubborn as ever, refused to look at the hammer or the ring and just stared at his cock. No matter though, the end result would be the same. He took a different approach this time and treated the side shaft of the hammer as her clit and slowly dragged his tongue over it. This tool was less suited for this sort of cunnilingus, but he was a man of improvisation.
Loki made sure that Sylvie could see how his tongue teased the surface of the silicone. He slowly stroked himself as he did so, closing his eyes as he imagined her heat on his lips. The feel of her thighs on each side of his head and how he would tease her through her folds with the flat of his tongue and the caress of his lips. The taste of her on him as he was desperate for air, but also desperate to feel that clench around his tongue and those little sounds she made.
"Gods," Loki moaned as warm pre-cum began to drip down his cock, and he gathered it up greedily to slather it across his shaft. How lovely would it be to feel her heat around his hardened need- and to kiss her as she hungrily searched for the taste of herself in his mouth.
Loki opened his eyes as he felt his stomach begin to tighten, and oh .
Sylvie had her hand in her pants. When he paused to look, he could hear the sound of her running her fingers over her clit. The fabric shifted as she ran her fingers in a lazy up and down motion through her folds.
It would’ve been so easy to get lost in the heat of her, but his lust was tempered by his smugness. Because, he thought victoriously, she was currently looking at the hammer with burning lust. Perhaps jealousy. Maybe a bit of both. Loki pushed his erection so that he could feel its heat on his stomach, and Sylvie's eyes darted down at the action. She also loved to feel that warmth against her own stomach when she would press herself flush to kiss him-
"Give me that ridiculous thing." Sylvie leaned over and yanked the toy from his hand with the speed of a squirrel snagging its acorn from the ground. Loki blinked and felt the spell of arousal rub off.
"Hey!" Loki huffed and leaned forward to grab it, but froze. Sylvie had yanked off her pants in between all of this, and gingerly brought the butt of the hammer to her swollen clit- and gods.
She was gorgeous like that, with her cheeks flushed in arousal with only her biting her lips to indicate that she was remotely embarrassed or unsure with her course of action. Loki ran the palm of his hand over the head of his dick and let out another moan, for both of them.
"Can you take it? It's a bit large," Loki asked huskily, his voice just a bit wobbly as he pumped himself. Sylvie narrowed her eyes and slowly began to push the silicone hammer into her ass in response. Her eyes fluttered shut, and Loki could only imagine how that tight ring of muscle tried to relax around a toy that large. She groaned and moaned as she took it- taking her time and dipping her fingers into her cunt and spreading it over the shaft. It was the most powerful aphrodisiac Loki had ever experienced.
Every sound she made sent a jolt from the deepest part of his groin to the tip of his cock, and he couldn't even touch himself for fear of spilling.
" That's it," Loki murmured, struggling to keep his voice steady as she honest to gods whined as she buried it deep in her. His ass fluttered at the thought of taking the toy up to the controls near the head of the hammer and gods. Her fingers fumbled with the controls at the bottom, feeling out for the slightly raised buttons and the vibrator came to life. Sylvie whined and threw her head back, Loki could tell by how tense her stomach was that her cunt was looking for something to clench around.
"Fuck me already," Sylvie said, breathless and borderline whining for him. Her fingers found the auto-thrusting setting, and her hands flew to grip the sheets under her.
"Now, Loki, now," Sylvie moaned as she rocked her hips up to him. Loki hastily shuffled over to spread her legs onto either sight of him, and he was thankful for the ring. She was absolutely soaking, her asshole clenched down on the toy. He only briefly debated the logistics of fucking her with a hammer sticking out of her before placing his tip at his entrance. He bit his lip when he just barely pushed into her, and an impatient thrust of her hips up had him burying into that tight heat of hers.
They both moaned in unison, he couldn't stop the whines that escaped his lips as he sunk as deep as he could into her. He couldn't fully enter her with the toy there, but it was more than enough for the both of him to begin a slow, but desperate rhythm. He could feel the toy thrust into her, that strange piece of Midgardian technology, and he moved in tandem with it.
"Loki," Sylvie moaned as a fine sheen of sweat began to cover her person, as her body became more rigid and her walls began to bear down on him.
"I won't last if I take it off," Loki said into her chest as he circled her left nipple with his tongue. Desperate for more stimulation, and desperate for release.
"Take it off, you idiot!" Sylvie gasped as she pulled him into a searing kiss. Her tongue was pleasantly soft and yielding in comparison to her harsh demands, and he chased her lips when she pulled away. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and she spoke next to his ear: "I need it."
Loki, by nature, was a people pleaser.
His fingers fumbled with the clasp of the silicone ring for a moment before it came undone, and he desperately began to fuck her as he felt his orgasm swiftly approaching.
"Sylvie, Norns, Sylvie," Loki whimpered as his whole body tensed as Sylvie ground her hips into him, pressing the head of the hammer against his balls.
“Fuck-” Sylvie gasped, and Loki couldn’t hold on. He spilled into her with his name on his lips like a fervent prayer, the vibration of the dildo in her ass- the head of the hammer pushed against his balls. Loki shook as Sylvie wrung him out for every last thing he had to offer, pulling his hips close as she clenched down on his throbbing cock.
“Out, out” Sylvie whispered as she came down from her orgasm, and Loki pulled the dildo out with his now soft cock. He turned it off and tossed it aside onto the floor. Sylvie was beautiful like that, sweat lightly glistening on her neck, and her cheeks flush with sex.
“Beautiful.” Loki murmured as he leaned in to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Sylvie lazily met his lips with little resistance, her tongue unusually soft and pliant against his own. When they parted and Loki had the privilege of looking into her blue eyes, she gave him a wry smile.
“Well, it feels a lot better than it looks.” She begrudgingly acquiesced, and Loki rewarded the admission by running his hands up and down the side of her stomach.
“I know it does.”