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A month had passed since you had slept beside Loki, lulled to sleep by his own sleeping form. Since then the two of you had barely any contact. Loki was constantly gone from the palace, either with his brother or on Midgard, doing gods know what. And you had been kept busy by your own parents, running errands and studying to one day take on your own fathers position.

After that month, Loki was finally back. You knew he'd be sleeping up in his room, so you used magic and flew up to his balcony. Such small magic tricks were so easy, you had mastered them when you had been in your young teens. Maybe that's why you and Loki got along so well, both enamored with magical studies and practicing until the two of you were too tired to even move.

The room behind the glass door was quiet, likely because the younger prince was asleep by now. Most were. Your own sleeping rhythm had been completely butchered by endless days and nights of work, so you didn't feel tired yet. The stars high above twinkled and it reminded you of Loki's eyes right after he pulled a prank, a bright smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

Still, with the curtains drawn you couldn't see anything, just an absence of light and sound. With a neat little trick you had mastered in your younger days, the lock on the balcony gave away and you stepped through the double doors. You immediately shut the door behind you, making sure no sound was heard and no cold air got in. Once you were in the clear, you looked around the dark room and...

There, Loki was sleeping on his bed, peacefully. With featherlite steps, you walked on over to his bed and conjured up a chair, just like when he had done for you. Sitting there and staring at him came across as a bit creepy, but you didn't think that Loki would mind much. His nose twitched every so often, quite cute, in your opinion.

What you weren't aware of was that, Loki's nose only twitched when he was having nightmares.

And so, as you sat there unaware of any plight, as Loki's heart was hammering.
It ran and ran like a rabbit being hunted, going faster and faster and hoping that the predator would not catch up. It was cold, so cold. Loki had never properly felt the cold before, likely due to the blood coursing through his veins. But now it was clawing at his skin and searing its shape into his very marrow—and it was too much.

He wanted to scream but found that he had no voice. Wanted to claw at his throat, but found that he had no hands or arms or any body to speak of. It was just him, his awareness and unashamedly Loki, feeling afraid and hurt and like he was dying.

Loki was never a fan of nightmares, who was? But with him it was a bit different, it always was something with that Loki, wasn't it? Sometimes, in his youth, he would not go to sleep, afraid of nightmares that never came. And why would they? Dreams and nightmares were your brain processing your everyday life, and Loki's were filled with the sun and laughter and his studies. No fear whatsoever, not even his fathers eyes caused him much fear, even if they would strike that penetrating emotion into others.

And now he was thinking of him. Of Odin, high and mighty on his throne. Of when he would let Loki sit on his lap while his father took on matters of his kingdom. Loki had smiled as he saw the power his father held, and how his tender but rough hands would stroke his head every so few times, as he simple sat there. And then there were the bad memories. Odin, telling him of his heritage and his birthright. The blue skin that he hid and how he had taken him as a failsafe, just in case something happened. The way his father fell into the Odinsleep due to him, laying on the steps all lifeless.

Letting go... letting go and falling as the memories of his fathers eyes bore into him. Not anger or hatred, Loki had never seen such emotions on his fathers face directed towards him. Just... disappointment and confusion. And somehow that was worse than contempt—and clearly it had to be or else Loki didn't know why he felt like he needed to scream and cry and throw a tantrum like a child.

'Oh, Odin. Father, how I wish you could properly hate me.'

With a startle he awoke, that sentence burned and etched into his brain. He was afraid that, if someone were to ever saw his skull in half, they'd find those words there, waiting to be uncovered.

You bounced back, the chair screeching on the tile floor and startling Loki further so that he leaned up on his bed with an elbow. The two of you held a staring contest as Loki's heart slowed down and you sunk back into the chair.

"Loki..." You breathed out, looking into his eyes and finding tears there. Nightmares were unusual for Loki, you know that much. The two of you had had so many sleepovers over the years of youth, you knew all of his sleeping habits, just as well as he knew yours. But also it was because Loki didn't like to lose sleep over things out of his control, so he didn't bother with nightmares. His mind was brilliant like that.

"What are... you doing here?" He asked, a bit weary, maybe thinking you were a clone or an illusion. You weren't either one—at least, not as far as you yourself knew.

"I was... admittedly, I did break in here. But—"

"You broke into my bedroom? You? Goody-two-shoes-you? Pride of the Asgardian Scholar Associatio—"

"Yeah, yeah. You don't have to make up titles, Loki. I think you have enough for both of us. God of Lies. Silvertongue. Second prince of Asgard. Mischievous one—"

"I get it, I get it." He waved a hand and plopped back down into his bed, back to the mattress once again. Loki huffed out a laugh as he lit up some candles with the wave of a hand. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"I was saying—I broke in here because you were too busy with... whatever it was that you were doing. I'm not one to crawl and chase another that ignores me—you should know that well enough—but I felt like you were... ignoring me. That is, after... that night."

Loki rolled his eyes just as he rolled to the side to face you, head held up by his fist. The green sleeve of his robe rolled down to expose one milky arm and—you weren't a prude by any means—but that was seriously distracting.

"I wasn't ignoring you. I had work to do." You shrugged, which meant you thought it was basically the same. He rolled his eyes again. "And, I too wanted to talk about it. You weren't the only one." His voice dropped to a quieter tone, maybe a bit pouty.

"Alright, then..." You put both hands on your knees, awkward as all Hel and cheeks that burned with the fury if a thousand suns—are ot least, it felt like it. "Should I go first or—"

"We're going to be here till sunrise if we let you take action. We both know how indecisive you are." Loki huffed out, admittedly frustrated even as his heart was thumping in his chest cavity. "So, I guess I'll begin—"

"Wait!" You put your hands up and with one wave if your hands, all the candles went null.

"Deary, what the fuck are you doing?" His voice sounded exasperated.

"I can't do this while looking at you—"

"So you're calling me ugly, is that it? Oh, you think I'm ugly—I'll never recover—" his voice sounded sarcastic but he had the great advantage of acting. Which basically meant that you never knew if he was serious or not.

"You're not ugly! No one thinks you ugly, Loki—I don't think they could. You're literally a prince—"

"Alright, alright. I'll stop with the teasing." He huffed out a smile that you saw thanks to a bit of light emanating from the stars outside and past the curtains. "Right, let me get this started." Loki coughed once.

"You—we don't have to talk—"

"Darling, I'm about to lose my fucking patience with you." He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked downwards to the bed with closed eyes. Then again, the nicknames were signs enough that he was fed up. Loki used sweet nicknames either on people he really loved—like, really loved—or when he was masking his contempt towards another.

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry. Proceed."

"We slept togeth—beside eachother. I asked you to." Loki looked back up at you and into your eyes as best he could. You didn't want to, it felt like you would fall into his eyes and would drown completely. Alright, maybe not drown just—it felt like all air left your lungs and you couldn't breathe in again. How did Loki always have his way with you, even if the two of you weren't partners yet?

"Yes."

"I... liked it."

"I did too."

"...Great." Loki pressed his mouth in a thin line, showing that he didnt know how to really continue on with the conversation. He usually made that expression when his brother just told him something completely spontaneous.

"Alright. So, would you... want to—" You thought about your word choice carefully. "Explore these... feelings? Maybe? Like, right now?"

Loki looked up at you confused, that's also when you noticed his tussled hair that fell in soft waves around his head. It was quite cute, is all. "Do you mean that you'd be willing to sleep in my bed again?"

Now it was your turn to press your lips together as you went to shake your head but changed direction and nodded instead. Loki followed the movement of your head with much amusement and a smile on his face.

"Don't have to force yourself."

"No—I'm not. I guess, im just... nervous. As anyone would be." You stood up, the chair under you ceasing to exist and disappearing in golden dust. Loki followed your movements and turned his entire body in sync with you, while you rounded the bed again. It was so like the night before, yet last time he had carefully hidden his peeking eyes. Now it was practically an assault of a stare towards you. Though you weren't surprised, Loki always had a staring problem.

Your clothes got quickly replaced with sleeping wear, which was basically just a robe and some underwear, but Loki didn't seem fazed. Likely because you had both seen eachother naked multiple times while growing up beside eachother. And even if he was fazed—which he wasn't—he wouldn't betray it.

The bed was soft and squishy under you, a much softer bed than your own. Loki smiled as he tucked you in, pulling the green covers over your body and leaning up on his elbow, staring again. You shut your eyes and sighed before looking at him.

"Enjoying the view?" You dared to be a bit more bold, which apperantly pleased Loki very much. He always ranted on about how you were too formal with him, just like last time when he pointed out the title of 'prince'. But it wasn't like you could help it. It had been drilled into your skull by your parents to always be more polite than sorry later on. You took that advice to heart, especially when you didn't know in what kind of mood Loki was in. It was better to be polite instead of him starting to yell at you because you had addressed him wrongly. Though, if Loki knew you still took that one time to heart, he'd beat himself up about it.

But enough of that, especially when you had a prince—uh, since a prince had you in his bed. Looking like the cat who got the cream, or whatever those mortals say.

"Why shouldn't I? That robe barely covers anything."

"It covers enough." You felt compelled to pull the strings of said robe a bit tighter. Then, in a sudden motion, Loki practically fell on you. His head landed beside yours, face in pillow, and his arm draped over your collarbone to where his hand met your shoulder. An embarrassing squeak made its way up yours throat. "Loki! Don't scare me like that! I thought you'd fall on my face." You whisper-screamed as you put a hand to your chest, maybe a bit dramatic.

Loki chuckled though, classic. "Oh, please. If I did that I would hurt myself too. Where is the fun in that?" He lifted his head up and looked down at you, maybe a bit too close. Again, you shouldn't be surprised, he also had an issue with understanding personal space. Though maybe that one stemmed from his brother constantly bothering him and you being attached to his hip at a very early age.

"You can't feel pain." You smiled up at him, a small joke from the past. Thor's friends would sometimes bother the two of you, and one time especially, one of his countless friends had gone too far and hurt Loki. He had been trying to protect you from the bothering, older children and had gotten a small gash on his knee from falling. Thor had beat that child up pretty badly as you had carried Loki over to the healers. You had cried quite a bit, since you thought it was all your fault for not being strong enough, but Loki had just smiled at you. 'Don't worry. I cant feel pain, so this hardly bothers me. Stop crying, now.'

Loki flushed a bit. "Ugh, I can't believe you remember that." He completely removed himself from you and fell onto his bed, hand covering his eyes. You chuckled.

"It was cute. You were such an innocent child, trying to cheer me up."

"And you were a crybaby." He tried to counter, as if such childish names bothered the two of you anymore. Instead of responding though, you leaned up into his shoulder and hugged him.

"Aww, Loki. Don't worry, that moment will forever stay between us." You paused a bit. "And maybe a few of the healers that might have overheard it—I'm not sure—"

"Yeah, alright. Just go to sleep." Loki took your hands and threw them back at you, turning his back to you as he settled in. The smile on your lips couldn't be helped, he was just too cute.

"Oh, c'mon. Loki, I meant it. It was a kind thing to do for your friend—"

"I wish you weren't right about now—"

"Now we both know that ones a lie." You nuzzled up to his back and put a hand over his surprisingly slim waist. "Thank you, though. For protecting me when we were little."

Loki huffed, and though you couldn't see, he smiled a bit. "Yeah, well, someone had to. And I'm a prince, I have to protect my subjects."

"Mhm." You shut your eyes as sleep came to claim you. Loki didn't move in your grasp, he just let you hug him and stick your nose into his neck or to his jaw, behind his ear. He shivered a bit each time he woke up and you nuzzled further in, as if you could crawl inside of his cooler body. It was quite the warm night, and his pale body gave off a nice temperature.

By the time dawn arrived, Loki had turned to his back, one hand over his head and the other on his stomach. Your own head lay on his chest, listening to the lulling sound of his heartbeat. One of your hands was under his body and the other hugging his middle, his clothing had rolled up while he had slept and had bunched up around his ribcage.

Loki opened up his eyes slowly, blinking and assessing what time it was. Through what little light was visible, he could tell he had a few hours until he actually needed to be awake, so he closed his eyes up again. During the assessment of the time, he also took notice of the way the two of you were laying. The two of you had layed in more intimate ways throughout the years—with less clothes on too—but now with all of the feelings in the air... it was all twisted up.

His heart sped up, that's what woke you up, half expecting Loki to be tense because something bad had happened. But no. Through half opened eyes you could tell nothing was amiss, it was actually unusually peaceful even. And Loki was safely in your arms, still, his heart was beating slightly faster than usual. Maybe it was a bit creepy for a mere friend to know the speed of another friend's heartbeat. Eh, wasn't like anyone aside from you knew anyways.

You lifted your head slightly so look at him, but his eyes were closed. Still, you could tell that he was awake. His eyes twitched every now and again as they always did when he was awake but faking. Loki was a good actor regarding a lot of things, but unfortunately faking sleep was still lost on him for some reason.

"What is it?" Your voice was groggy and rougher that usual and that surprised Loki so much he practically jumped at the sound of it. You had half a mind to laugh in his face for it, but reevaluated your desire to either live or die right in this very moment. You'd much rather live, was your conclusion.

"My gods, your voice goes deep." He moved his hair away from his face and traced his fingers through his hair. His black locks were pushed to one side and it looked oddly cute.

"It will lessen in a few minutes if I continue talking with you."

"I'd rather you not. It's still far too early to even be awake, much less to be talking."

You shook your head and layed it back on his chest. "I only woke up because of you. So, this is technically your fault." You gently closed your eyes, preparing for slumber once more.

"My fault?" Loki's tone made your eyes snap open. Oh dear gods, what had you just said? Why had you run your mouth like that?

You lifted your head up to look at him, Loki held one eyebrow up and a stern look on his face. "Not your fault. Did I say that? I'm pretty sure you misheard."

Again? Really? At this point, you might aswell just let him beat the living shit out of you to atone for your sins.

"Misheard? You think my hearing is failing me all of a sudden?" Somehow, a miracle all on its own, his eyebrow went even higher, and all fun was drained from his face.

It was pretty hot.
It was terrifying.

"Of course not, my prince. I was simply trying to... uh..."

"Yes?" Loki had his eyes pinned on you, so that you couldn't look away. Even blinking was hard when his eyes were on you like that. Loki watched you struggle with words for a second, your mouth opening and closing while thinking about what to say, before you got to a conclusion.

"... I have no excuse. I can only ask for... some kind of forgiveness." To many, this moment would seem slightly toxic or controlling. It wasn't. You had resigned yourself to the fact that this was always going to be your relationship. To a certain point, you would always be subservient and below Loki, this was simply fact. It was like that when the two of you were friends and would continue to be so well into the coming relationship. If it would even be coming. Right now, things were looking rough.

"Well, I guess you would only deserve forgiveness if you were... properly punished." Loki looked you in the eyes when he spoke that last part, before looking around the room, uninterested.

"Punishment? Do you want me to—"

"Whatever you are thinking of is wrong, I can tell you right now." You shut your mouth when he began talking. 'Never talking over Loki' was a golden rule in your book, and you had to often remind others to never speak over him before they actually spoke with Loki. It most definitely pissed him off due to his inferiority complex, especially after he found out he was of Jötunn heritage.

You didn't speak up again, just waiting for Loki to deliver his... punishment. It could be something actually cruel, but it like wasn't going to be. Loki was righteous in an odd way, not expected of him. It would be something that fit the crime, though you weren't sure what punishment would be fair for someone, who spoke out of turn and insulted the second prince of Asgard.

"Take off your robe. Completely."

"I only have my underwear under—"

"I know. Do it." He was watching with a bright smile, not laying on his side and holding his head up with one hand. Well, at least he didn't tell you to completely undress. A small gesture of kindness.

So you stood up silently and let the robe fall off of you after you untied the knot. It fell into golden dust and disappeared, transported back into your closet back home, safe and sound.

With Loki staring, you got kinda self conscious and rubbed one of your arms with your other. Of course, he noticed and sighed. He could never understand why you could be so insecure of yourself, even when the two of you had gone swimming in lakes or hung out on a hot day in some privacy. Just the thought of those days, when you would rather sweat your ass off than show a bit of skin to your friend was enough to make him mad all over again.

"Come, get ontop of me."

You looked lost. "Excuse me?"

"Well, not completely. I want you to suck me off."

"Excuse me?!" Your eyes widened and so did Loki's smile when he saw the blush high on your temples. He also imagined the tips of your ears going beet red and felt a warmth spread all over.

"Get on with it. You wouldn't want to bore your prince now, would you?"

It was too enticing, and so you slowly crawled on over to him and went on all fours ontop of him. He looked down at you and pushed your face further into his pants.

"C'mon, don't make me wait for too long. No one likes a tease." Loki was one to talk, it seemed, as he was one of the biggest teases in the known universe. But you went with his hand and didn't fight it, just lowered your head and kissed at his pelvis.

He sighed. "So. Tell me. Which one are you more experienced with, cock or vagina?" You looked up at him, confused. Was he really about to change his sex on a whim so that he could feel the most pleasure?

"Loki... I haven't..."

The prince stopped his mocking and looked more confused as you were beginning to look more and more embarrassed. "No, don't tell me..." His eyes went wide as his smile became wider. "You're completely inexperienced? Not even going down on someone?"

"I have had a sheltered upbringing."

"Oh, please. I did too."

"Well, yes, but you also have suitors begging for your hand from all possible corners of the universe. I'm just an Asgardian noble, who is the second princes friend."

Loki frowned a bit and pushed your face into his crotch again. "I guess we can do a bit of both, why not, yeah? It might be fun to experiment." He smiled as he pushed his pelvis against your face, indicating that you should really get a move on. So you did.

You slowly took off his pants and slid them down his thighs to reveal what you had initially expected. Loki was long, that's for sure. Slim and long and about as pale as the rest of his body, just slightly pinker.

"Well, begin by licking, then we can see what we're working with."

And so you followed his command. You nuzzled against his cock and placed your tongue on him, slowly licking upwards. Even down here was cool to the touch of your tongue, and it reminded you weirdly of the ice lollies the two of you would eat during summer.

But that thought quickly left you as Loki gave a content sigh and leaned his head back. He was facing the ceiling and his cheeks had the prettiest blush on them, like two pink roses decorating him. His eyes were closed in bliss and his one hand cradled the side of your face and occasionally toyed with your hair, when he wasn't so focused on your tongue.

"Am I doing well?" You asked him before taking his tip into your mouth and gliding your tongue on him.

Loki opened his mouth to answer before he broke into a small whine, though the two of you ignored the fact that it was a whine. Or else Loki would get a bit embarrassed and sour.

"Fine—you're doing fine. Take me further, darling, c'mon—I know you can." He tilted his head so that he could look at you again, eyes half-lidded and a stupid smile on his face.

"How would you know?" You yourself raised an eyebrow before doing as he suggested and took him further into your mouth. Already halfway in, he was hitting the back of your throat and making you lightly gag. So you tried to remember all of the naughtiest love stories you had read, about how they acted when their partners were bigger down under.

You grabbed the rest of him that you most definitely could not take into your mouth right at this moment, so untrained, and stroked your closed hand up and down. The saliva that had trickled down from your mouth acted as a pretty good lubricant.

Loki started heaving more as you used both mouth, tongue, and hand to get him off. He had imagined it so many times, this exact scenario, but never truly believed that it would ever happen. And the prince was so happy that it was happening right now, he could cry.

"You are quite good, not even teeth grazing or nothing. Say, are you sure you haven't—"

"I'm sure." You went off him and continued to stroke. "I'm well educated. Books are my life, as much as they are yours, perhaps."

"I enjoy the academia of it, you enjoy stories. We are not the same." He tucked a strand of hair, that had escaped, behind your ear. How he had noticed that it had been bothering you, you didn't know, since he was seemingly trembling from the pleasure.

"I might just bite down on it if you continue to insult me." You frowned, obviously playful.

"Hah! Oh, please don't, dear. I wouldn't want to explain the situation to the healers."

You smiled as he did and tried to take him back into your mouth, but Loki stopped you with the hand still in your hair. "Ah, ah. No, let's switch it up, yeah? If you want to really earn my forgiveness then you have to learn to really please me."

Oh, right. You had forgotten how it had even gotten to this point, you on your stomach, sucking him off. It didnt feel weird to be doing this, like you might have thought in the beginning. Sure, the two of you were friends but—it felt like the two of you had been becoming more and more intimate as time went by. This all felt like a very natural progression.

"Ah. You want to change your form."

A green glow slowly took over Loki's body, slightly golden too. And then he was a she. Her hair was about the same length and truly, she looked mostly the same, aside from the fact that the cock in your hand disappeared completely and that she now had a bigger chest.

She smiled. "Do I look pretty?"

"You're fishing for compliments, Loki. So unlike you." You smiled and leaned into her hand as she rubbed your cheek and played with your hair. "Now, tell me how to get you off with this—" You looked down at her naked genitals.

"Vagina?" She laughed and tipped her head back. "Right. Well, eat me."

"Like...? You want me to just, go in?"

"Yeah, explore. I haven't used this form in a while, I don't even know what I used to enjoy." She brought her legs up to reveal herself better, vanishing the sleeping pants away from her body.

You looked up at her, a dashing smile meeting your face. Her cheeks were still a dusty pink and her lips shined with spit. She was absolutely perfect, in both forms. Be it male or female or something in-between or none of it at all. You would serve Loki senselessly, in any form she would allow you to. Because at the end of it all, it's still Loki. Your childhood buddy who sometimes tricked you and sometimes was the sweetest kid around.

And right now, Loki was here with her genitals right in your face, waiting and expectant. So you dipped your tounge into her and started licking here and there. She let out a pleased sigh and her head fell back again. It was cute that she always had the same mannerisms, didn't matter if he was getting his cock sucked or her pussy licked.

So you lapped at her as she became more and more wet, noticing that you were quite pent up aswell by now. It was getting painful not to touch yourself, but this was a punishment, so you werent expecting Loki to touch you or even think of it. So you would do it later, in the safety of your own room back home.

Your jaw was starting to ache with how much you were lapping at her, your tounge constantly dipping into her and around. At some point, it got a little hard to keep your head upright, so you leaned a bit further into her, not thinking much of it. Apperantly, your nose touched her clit and both of her hands grabbed the sides of your head, keeping you there.

"Oh, you sly, little minx." She laughed and started basically riding your face, even if she was laying on her back and not above your head. For her own pleasure, you kept your tongue out at all times, forgetting to swallow or do anything else aside from watch her in bliss. It was so tantalizing to see her move her waist and push herself upwards for more pleasure, her head tilted back and eyebrows scrunched up.

"Ah—shit—I'm so going to come—" Loki started grinding harder against your nose and if you weren't Asgardian, you'd think your nose would soon break off.

And then she came with a whine, her shoulders lifting off the bed and holding onto your face still. She kept you there for a while, rubbing your face back and forth, and when she let go you could finally put your tongue back inside of you mouth.

You heaved a few breaths and sat back on your knees as Loki quickly transformed herself back to a man. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. Until he noticed someone starring and opened one green eye to look around.

He saw you, lower half of your face literally dripping wet and shiny, irises fully blown, hair a mess from where he had grasped at you tightly, and your clothes a rumbled mess. A laugh escaped him and he beckoned you closer with one finger, and you eagerly followed said finger and held yourself upright with your hands, though they too—much like yourself—were barely holding on.

"Did I earn your forgiveness?"

"Oh, you earned a whole lot more than that, my darling dear. You earned my hand in marriage, for all I care." He suddenly gripped the back of your head by your hair and smashed both of your faces together, not caring for the mess being transfered onto his own face.

When he finally let go, you realized how much your jaw was aching. You had never had such an intense jaw workout before, not even during feasts with a whole lot of meat. It was a glorious feeling.

"Should I give you a hand?" Loki raised an eyebrow and looked down at your own crotch, just now noticing the wet patch there. A suspiciously big, wet patch. "No."

His eyes found yours as his head was still tilted downwards. You blushed a bit and tried to clean your chin with one of your hands. "Yeah..."

"You came from eating me out and sucking me off? Really?" His smile was wide and his eyes were curious, like he had just found out another new and completely undiscovered part of this universe. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight."

Loki gripped your chin and gave you a tender kiss and you just let your jaw drop open, already too tired from doing a whole lot of mouth work. But he didn't mind, he seemed pleased to take the upper hand while kissing and making out.

"Did you mean that?" You asked when he let you breathe again, and Loki raised an eyebrow. "Your hand in marriage. Have I earned that?"

Loki smiled like a villain. "We'll see. If you can keep up tonight, we'll get married the day after."

That got you swooning.

[The End]