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Many things had changed over the last few years, but one thing that thankfully hadn’t was the God of Mischief’s ability to blow my mind with sex.
“Loki…damn you…would you just…mm…goddammit, Loki, I need to do the laundry!” Most of those broken phrases came out in a breathless slur as I lay underneath the nefarious demigod, my legs held in place by his forearms, his dress shirt open to expose all that lovely pale skin, his pants unbuckled enough to allow that monstrous cock to plunge into me. He’d cornered me after returning home from an outing. I’d tried valiantly to fuss at him enough to dissuade him, but he was hornier than his helmet right now and there wasn’t much I could do about it.
“Yes,” he hissed, drawing out the S-sound as he rolled his hips in between thrusts just to make me moan harder. “I expect you will after I am done with you, my little pet.”
He let me go enough to scoop me from the edge of the bed and plop me into the pillows at the head of the mattress. The movement jostled me so much that my inner walls clenched around him. Loki growled and immediately lunged up the length of my body, fucking me in earnest now that he had more room. My head rolled back as the pleasure sharpened to a fine point inside me and the ache he’d started turned up to deafening levels. “Loki, fucking hell.”
“I missed you,” he wheedled in my ear, sneaking a hand underneath my oversized t-shirt to fondle a breast. “Mm, I missed this cunt.”
“You fucked me last night, you impossible bastard,” I whined, stifling a moan as he pushed the bra aside enough to tweak my nipple. “Aren’t you ever going to get tired of me?”
Loki chuckled and kissed me, his blue-green eyes glittering. “Not you, darling. Never you.”
He kissed past my lips to my chin, my throat, the weak spot beneath my ear. “And certainly not this sweet, wet little cunt. You make me crave it like an addict. Every day I wake by your side, I simply want more.”
A deep shudder spilled down my body at his words. He must have felt it, for he purred and drove himself deeper into me, picking up speed. “Will you give me more, sweetheart? More of you? I want it all. Everything you have to offer.”
“Dammit, Loki,” I whimpered, barely keeping up with him from how amazing he made me feel between those sumptuous strokes and his wicked words. I couldn’t ground myself enough, so I sunk my nails into his chest and drew them down his torso. Loki loved it when I did that, I’d come to find, so at least I could even the odds in my favor. I’d hoped to distract him, but alas, no such luck. He slid his hand down my stomach and spread it out over my pelvis, his palm flat to my clit, pressing down just enough to give me fluttering sensations.
“Fuck! Loki!” I writhed beneath him, pushing up against his hand, desperate for more friction. My frantic movements made my legs spread wider and he took full advantage, fucking into me as quickly as possible, hitting my spot.
“Surrender,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re at your limit, my darling.”
He let his thumb reach down just enough to lightly stroke my clit and I fell apart in seconds, arching off the bed from the sheer strength of my orgasm. Loki exhaled in delight and lowered his gaze between our bodies, greedily watching me flex around his cock like a madwoman. I reached up enough to claw at his flat, hard shoulder blades beneath the white dress shirt, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as I rode out the climax. He shivered and slowed his pace to let me down easy, holding off on his own release as he often did since he wanted me fucked at least twice, sometimes thrice, for the sake of his own satisfaction. I collapsed on the bed, weak-kneed, panting, frustrated as I felt him hard where he was still buried inside me.
And he’d been right, the bastard. I’d definitely have to do the laundry now.
“Fuck you,” I mumbled half-heartedly, even as my hips wouldn’t stop gyrating against his pelvis, creating lovely little whirlpools of pleasure across my sweaty skin. He made me so mad but damn it all if I didn’t love to fuck him anyway. “I can’t believe you sometimes. It wouldn’t be that much of a chore to fuck me around bedtime when you know I’ll be able to shower when I want to.”
Loki let out a low laugh and kissed my nose. “I have to keep you on your toes, pet. Lest you worry that my interest in you is waning over the years.”
I snorted softly. “Not likely since you deem it necessary to fuck me every 12 hours.”
He pursed his lips. “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, but just so you know, that’s not how Midgardians do usually. It’s more a once or twice per week thing with couples unless they’re in the honeymoon phase.”
He clucked his tongue. “Then I do not envy you for falling in love with a god, even if means that you must do your laundry far more often.”
I laughed then, since he was right. I’d invested in about three times as many sheets being with him. “Lucky me.”
I kissed him as I continued roving my nails over his back and chest, listening to the pleased noises that escaped him. He had interrupted my schedule, but I’d still have enough time to run errands anyway, assuming nothing else got in the way.
And, as if on cue, my cell phone rang.
I turned my head to frown at the nightstand. “Oh, it’s like eight o’clock in the morning, who the fuck is even calling me?”
I listened to the ringtone then. “Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin. “Oh, it’s Thor.”
Loki rolled his eyes and set about taking off his shirt and pants. “The fool will have to wait until I have had my fill of you.”
I sighed. “Loki, he’s a father now. What if it’s about Aria?”
“FRIDAY would have alerted us if it were about the child,” he said impatiently, kissing my throat. “Ignore it.”
The phone went silent. And then rang again.
“Loki—”
He glared down at me. “Do not answer that call.”
My phone beeped and then Siri’s voice said, “Answering call.”
“No!” I cried, snatching up the phone to try to cancel it, but the stupid automated wannabe A.I. had already answered the call. Thor’s chipper voice boomed in my ear. “Good morning, my little muffin! How are you?”
I cringed, holding completely still under Loki, who scowled. “Great. Look, sweetie, can I call you back?”
“Oh, this will just take a second. I need to ask a favor.”
“Thor—”
“The missus and I just scored an incredible trip to South Africa, courtesy of some company who wants to entice us to endorse their product. Of course we’re not going to do it, but the trip is ours regardless. It’s seven days, all expenses paid, and we’d really like to go, but unfortunately the whole team is off the clock next week.”
I frowned. “Meaning what?”
“We need someone to watch Aria.”
I frowned. “You want me to babysit? Me?”
“Well, you and Loki, yes. I certainly think you’re responsible enough.”
I could tell Loki could hear the call. He gave me the evilest serpentine grin imaginable and very slowly rotated his hips while he was still inside me. I clapped a hand over my mouth, just barely catching the shriek in time for Thor not to hear it. Loki chuckled and planted his hands on either side of me, staring down with ill intent as he started thrusting again. I smacked him in the shoulder, glaring daggers, mouthing for him to knock it off. He just grinned even wider and slipped his hands under my thighs to hold me in place. His cock slipped deeper still and I fought every single instinct to moan before turning back towards the phone.
“Uh, that’s, uh, not a good idea,” I told Thor, measuring every breath as Loki fucked into me with devastating precision. “I-I don’t, um, really know much about kids.”
“Nonsense,” Thor said cheerily. “You’ll do fine. I’ve seen you with her and you’re great. So is Loki, though he pretends as if he isn’t. He’d be a good father if he put his mind to it, after all.”
Loki blinked at my phone, apparently perplexed, even stopping mid-thrust to do so, which granted me a brief respite. “Look, I appreciate it, but you should just hire a sitter.”
“My daughter can pick up a minivan with one hand,” Thor reminded me.
“Oh,” I said. “Fuck. Right. I forgot she’s also a tiny immortal demigod too.”
I bit my lip as Loki resumed his meddlesome movements. It took me a second to speak without a clear tremble in my voice. “I-I guess I can watch her, as long as you teach me how first.”
“Great!” he said. “Thank you so much, my sweet. I’ll buy you dinner and we can go over everything.”
“Fantastic,” I said through clenched teeth, resisting with all my might the pull of a second orgasm.
He paused. “Goodness, are you alright? You sound winded.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I groaned. “Bye, Thor.”
I hung up before hearing his goodbye and then tried to punch my boyfriend. Loki laughed and caught my arms easily, holding them down. “You jerk!”
“Where is your sense of fun, darling?” he teased. “You did rather well, all things considered.”
“You’re dead meat as soon as you let me up,” I growled, twisting in vain. “I’m gonna freeze your nostrils shut.”
“Oh, dear,” he said. “I suppose that means I should never let you out of this bed.”
“Shut up, you—”
He kissed me, dragging my arms down to my sides and holding them there, his lean frame molding against me just the way I liked. I bit his lip hard enough to bruise a normal man, unable to stop the hungry moan from escaping into his mouth as he doubled the speed of his thrusts. I was unbelievably, frustratingly wet from being both mad and restrained. It didn’t take long.
“Fuck you,” I whispered furiously, even as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Stupid jerk.”
He laughed. “You always keep it so interesting, don’t you, darling?”
Loki hit just the right spot and we both catapulted over the edge. He ground his pelvis into me, exhaling hotly against my slightly swollen lips, elated as his cock spilled into me again and again. “Fuck me indeed, darling.”
“You’re going to pay for this in the worst sort of way,” I insisted, though I couldn’t help nuzzling my face against his cheek.
“I’d expect nothing less from you.”
“As long as you know.” I bit his ear lobe lightly and watched as he shivered again. “Now get off me. We have to learn how to babysit.”
To be completely honest, I wasn’t a fan of kids. I just wasn’t. I had grown up in an orphanage feeling alone and scared and unwanted. Other kids got adopted. Other kids became lifelong friends with each other. I managed. Nothing more, nothing less. No family meant that by the time I left, I didn’t see another kid again for the most part.
That being said, Aria was great.
Aria was two and a half years old. She was also sweeter than peaches. She had her mother’s golden-brown skin and dark hair, but Thor’s blue eyes and sunny smile. She also had every single Avenger in her back pocket. All of them loved her to pieces and spoiled her rotten at every available opportunity. Not even Loki was immune, though he tended to keep his distance if he could help it, as he was a little unsure about small children. However, he never turned her away when she’d totter over to him and curl her little fingers, begging him to pick her up. He’d dutifully stoop down and collect the child, holding her up while she giggled and hugged him affectionately, dubbing him, “Unca Loki!” She loved to climb onto the couch during the day and fall asleep against his chest or in his lap and he didn’t seem to mind.
She was no different with me. I showed her different tricks with my ice magic and she was always delighted, showing her parents the new trinkets I’d made her and pouting when they reminded her they’d eventually melt and she couldn’t put them in her room. Aria was also unselfish, though. She rarely had temper tantrums and she loved learning about new things, which the Avengers were eager to teach her anytime she came around. She took to Peter Parker immediately, but then again, so did everyone. I’d sometimes look up to see Aria on his shoulders, pointing and shouting, “Go, horsey, go!” Peter would then whinny convincingly and charge forward, making clop-clop noises and sending me into a gigglefit.
But I was still pretty nervous about being responsible for her on my own.
Mind you, Loki did agree to help out. He thought it would be unfair to leave me alone in this, though he had insisted on not being asked to babysit in the past. I felt a little better knowing he might be able to pick up some slack or fill in some knowledge gaps I had about children.
Thor took me out to get a steak at a local diner and got right down to business after giving me his usual bear hug of a greeting. “Do not worry, sweet lady. I promise you will do great.”
“Who says I’m worried?” I flipped my menu open even though I knew I’d get the same thing I always got. Thor reached out and smoothed his thumb between my eyebrows, his smile fond but teasing.
“You are frowning.”
“Fine, fine,” I sighed, tossing the menu down. “I’m terrified. She’s a tiny, adorable, precious baby. Do you know how many ways I can screw this up?”
“It’s okay to be unsure. It’s not like I just woke up a perfect father. You just adapt.”
I raked my hair back and chewed my lip. “And that’s all it takes?”
“Yes, my dear,” he said sincerely. “Children give what they get. They feed off of your energy. They will test you, but as long as you listen to them and find out what they need, there is nothing to fear. I trust you with my life every time we approach the battlefield to protect this planet. How can you think for an instant that I’d ask you to watch my little flower if I did not trust that you would be able to do it?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Well, you did say the rest of the team was occupied.”
Thor rolled his lone blue eye. “Oh, balderdash, my lady. You are not a last resort. If I had any doubts, then I’d have not accepted the trip and stayed to watch her. I trust you. End of story.”
I relaxed just a little. Thor’s faith in me worked wonders for my confidence. “Okay. Tell me about her.”
Over the next hour, and in between a smorgasbord of appetizers, Thor reinforced things I already knew about her, but then went into further details. Like a regular person, Aria was complicated. Right now, he’d been teaching her to learn her own strength, since she went through a few hundred Midgardian toys a month. They’d had some of the citizens of Asgard make toys that would last for her, but she still enjoyed the toys on Earth just as much, so it was a bit of a challenge keeping up with her.
“What if she asks me a question I don’t know the answer to? Should I lie?”
“No, no,” he said. “It’s okay to tell her you aren’t sure. She won’t be upset. She’ll probably try to help you find an answer.”
“Yeah, she’s a smart little thing,” I agreed. “I hope I can maybe teach her some things. I don’t want her to be bored and watching TV all day long.”
“She knows she can only watch it for part of the day. She’ll be actively looking for things to do, so I’ve made a list of our most frequent hangouts. Trust me, as long as you’re engaged, she’s engaged.” He touched my hand. “You are a lovely, fun, interesting woman, my lady. She will love you, if you let her.”
My stupid eyes got misty. I cleared my throat and nodded. “Okay. I’ll do my best. What about your brother?”
Thor snorted. “Oh, Loki will try his hardest to remain distant, but he will love her and vice versa. She often asks if she can stay the night at your place, but I told her you’re still not quite ready yet.”
Oh, wow. What a kid. I didn’t know she liked us that much already. “Well, now I feel bad. I should have offered sooner.”
“No, please don’t,” he insisted. “I didn’t want to rush you considering you and Loki haven’t seemed interested. Children are quite the commitment. You two are entirely devoted to each other and I wouldn’t want to rush you into something you aren’t prepared for yet.”
Yet. I gulped. “So…you think Loki and I…might have a kid someday?”
Thor gave me a calm, soft look. “It does not matter what I think. It matters what you think. Have you spoken to him about it?”
I fiddled with my napkin. “N-Not in so many words.”
“Easy,” he murmured. “We do not have to talk about it if it makes you nervous, my lady.”
“I’m not…” I took a deep breath. “I’m not sure we can handle getting through that conversation just yet. We touched on it briefly back when I got shot at the Hydra base. It hasn’t been revisited since. We sort of dance around the issue. We have since Aria was born.”
“Do you want to talk to him about it?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know yet. I’m worried we won’t be on the same page.”
“Yes, that’s awful scary, isn’t it? Still, I think it would be good once you feel more comfortable to ask him. I think you’d both be amazing parents. You are warm and kind. He is protective and thoughtful. I think you’ll both surprise each other when the time comes to talk it over.”
I smiled at him and swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Thank you, Thor. Really.”
He smiled right back at me. “Always, my lady.”
Thor lifted his menu. “Now then, what’s the biggest piece of meat on this menu and how do I order six of them?”