Chapter Text
You had been trying to summon Loki for years. Nothing worked.
You began practicing magic long ago with the intent of bettering yourself and creating a life that you wanted to live. It took months of research, but once you began practicing small spells and charms, you eventually got the knack of it. Really, tiny enchantments were all you wanted to learn...until you began to feel your power growing.
It wasn’t that you were exceptionally magical but you could feel yourself becoming more capable, more talented. You decided to look into deeper spells, ones that would involve more expertise and finesse. It was then that you stumbled across the god who would forever haunt your dreams.
Loki.
He was the Master Sorcerer, the protector of the supernatural, a trickster god, and someone who contained so much power that he was the definition of magic. He was a king of his own creation and one that you were eager to worship with your entire mind, body, and soul. You had read stories of him granting people with strength and magic, blessing them with his gifts. You wanted that. You wanted access to his well of magic, to be a student that he took under his wing. At least, that was how it started.
As you researched more about Loki and learned about who he was, you began to feel connected to him. You loved what you read about him and what he had done for his people, his followers. According to the people who had met him, he was beautiful, charming, and full of a dark energy that could only be classified as utterly seductive. His wit, intelligence, and strength drew you to him to the point where he was all you thought about.
And above all, he was, at least according to those who said so, the most glorious man in bed. The thought of him fucking you fueled many filthy dreams that you would not dare to admit. He planted kinks in you that you did not even know you had. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to be his - his toy, the one he fucked, a slave to his pleasure. You quickly became enamored with him, his sex, his dominance and found yourself wanting to meet him for him, not just his magic.
So, you began practicing summoning spells. Day after day, night after night, you tried to contact him and bring him to you. You tried spells that had been in books, on the internet, and even some that you had randomly thought of while in the shower or walking down the street. Granted, those rarely ever worked, but you were a magical being in training and you would be willing to try anything that flitted into your wicked mind. You tried offerings and gifts, but nothing you attempted ever brought Loki even close to you. You knew it would be tough. He was a powerful being and would perhaps only be drawn to those with the greatest abilities, but you thought after so many years of devotion, he may come to you.
Wrong.
After so many failed attempts, you began to grow spiteful and frustrated. You wanted this to work - needed it to work. Finally, you hit your breaking point and looked to the type of magic you never thought you’d ever touch.
Dark magic.
Dark magic was just that - dark. It was full of sin and temptation and wickedness. Dark magic was not magic that people, nor the gods, approved of but you needed to try it. It wasn’t dealt with by the weak and you had to be strong while using it. You had to let some of your own dark desires leak out while using it. You couldn’t let yourself flinch away from the haunting it would bring you, the maliciousness, or even the danger. This had to work. It was the only way you could bring Loki to you.
You had been using dark magic for almost two months when the night finally happened.
You were on the floor, surrounding yourself with the dark magic you were producing. You were imagining all of the sinful things you wanted Loki to do to you. Every lusty pleasure was being put into your spell.
It was raining, and suddenly, it was pouring. Wind howled outside of your home, branches scratched at your windows, and rain beat against the siding. You could feel your house buzzing, energies within it coming to life and seeking refuge with you. The candles you had set up began flickering, then growing, billowing into large flames that illuminated the entire room. The few lamps you did have lit shook as their bulbs blew out and exploded. You squeezed your eyes shut and put more focus, more intent into what you were doing. The floor shook, the walls shook, the ceiling shook. Glass broke, cement cracked, wood splintered. The noise was incredible, filling your ears with the wildness of it all. There was shrieking, screaming, howling.
And then it was silent.
You kept your eyes closed as you caught your breath, suddenly winded from whatever spell you had concocted. Once your breathing was settled, you opened your eyes. A gasp fell from your lips.
Loki was there.
He was standing against the wall, a furious look on his face. The dark of the night casted shadows along his pale face, which you now could confirm was as beautiful as people claimed it was, if not more. His jawline was sharp, curved perfectly along a smooth, strong neck. His nose sat over a set of pink lips, which were promptly curled into a frown. And his eyes, bright green and filled with...anger...stared at you.
“Who are you and where am I?” he hissed, stepping forward. You stumbled back onto your ass and covered your mouth with your shaking hand. You did it. You brought Loki to you. After all these years, he was here. Loki growled and stepped towards you, his heavy boot dangling over you threateningly. “Do you know who I am, girl? Answer me now.”
“You’re Loki! I-I summoned you,” you stuttered. You said your name quickly and shrunk back when he gave you a confused look. “You’re on Earth.”
“Earth?” he gasped, dropping his foot to the ground. “A mortal force-summoned me? How is that possible?”
“I...magic?” you said, offering him a sympathetic look. Loki looked around and took in the environment he was in. When his eyes landed on a bowl of blood nearby, his posture stiffened and rage filled his features.
“Dark magic?!” he roared. “You used dark magic?”
“I had to!” you explained. “I’ve been trying to summon you for years!”
“And dark magic was what you turned to?” he growled. You nodded and Loki sighed, running his hand down his face. “No one, especially mortals, should mess with dark magic. It could kill you, don’t you know that?”
“I needed to meet you,” you whispered.
“Why?” Loki asked in a terrifying tone. “Why was it so important to meet me that you turned to dark magic, illegal magic? Do you realize the darkness you could have caused? The ripples that could happen and poison your planet because of this? Are you so uncaring about your world that you were willing to risk its safety for me? Why was it so important?”
“Because I -” You paused and chewed your lip. “I adore you.”
“Okay,” Loki said, shaking his head. “You adore me and so you decided dark magic was your only way to meet me.”
“Sort of,” you sighed, standing up and wiping your hands off. “Listen, I’ve tried regular magic but it never worked. I wanted to meet you because you’re, well, you. I want to learn from you. I love magic and I know that you are the Master Sorcerer. Please let me learn from you.”
“I am not teaching a human who used dark magic to forcefully summon me to them,” Loki scoffed. He waved his hand and a portal opened. “Goodbye, little mortal.”
“Wait!” You ran forward and grabbed his arm. Oh, it was entirely muscle. You shivered and repressed the arousal growing in you. “I want...I want to please you.”
“Everyone does. Goodbye.”
“Stop! I mean it! I-I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Loki hummed, looking down at you. “Define anything.”
“Anything you want,” you said hastily. “I would give my life for you. I’ve been researching you for years. I’ve devoted my life to reaching you. All I’m asking is for you to teach me some magic and let me admire you. Anything else is yours, completely and utterly yours.”
Loki stood there and considered this. He was the Master Sorcerer and being such a figure meant he was trapped on Asgard most days just focusing on keeping the magic of the realms controlled. He was not lonely, for he had many conquests, but it had been a while since he had met someone so interested in him. Loki tilted his head to the side and waved the portal away. He eyed your breasts, heaving and enticing in your little outfit.
Something dark came into his mind, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the dark magic swirling in the room or just his deviancy, but Loki liked his idea. He grinned and turned fully towards you. He brushed two fingers along your face and you shivered, a light moan escaping your lips.
“I think you want to do more to me than just admire me,” Loki purred. “Tell me, little witch, what have you learned about me?”
“You’re a charming god, a cunning one. Your intelligence and power outweighs nearly any other beings in the universe. You’re beautiful and you love mischief. You...you…” you whispered as his nose ran along your throat. Your pulse quickened and you were quickly growing wet between your thighs.
“And?” Loki enticed you. “Come on, little one, tell me what is famous about me.”
“I...I…” You couldn’t say it. Not when Loki was so close to you. One hand slid around your hip and the other trailed up to your cheek. Loki pulled his face away and smirked.
“Cat got your tongue? Shame. I guess I’ll have to take the answer from you.” Loki pressed his palm to your forehead and you gasped. He searched your memory and pulled out every dark, twisted fantasy you had about him. Loki groaned as he watched every dream of yours play through your head. When it was over - and it wasn’t over for a long time - Loki dropped his hand and laughed. “Oh, little witch, it seems you want more than just magic from me.”
“Yes,” you whispered.
“You want to please me. You want to belong to me. You want me to make you my little sex slave, don’t you?” Loki laughed, pleased by the notion. It was precisely what he was thinking. He wouldn’t mind having a constant release and truly looking at you now, your pretty face and lovely body would be the perfect vessel for him to fuck over and over again.
“Yes, Loki,” you whimpered.
“What a thought…” Loki clicked his tongue. His hand slid up your thigh, pushing your dress up to your hip. He brushed along your cunt and found you naked beneath your dress. “No panties, little one? Were you hoping for something if I was to show up?”
You nodded shamefully but let out a moan as Loki stroked two fingers along your wet lips. You bucked into his touch as he began toying with your clit. He coaxed the little bud out from its hood and pressed firmly against it. You moaned and pressed yourself down onto his hand. You could not believe what was happening.
“What a naughty little girl. Using illegal magic to summon a dark god like me,” Loki snickered. He sunk two fingers inside of you and cooed. “Oh, and she’s tight too! And so wet! The little witch is a whore.”
“Loki!” you moaned as he began pumping his fingers inside of you. He held you close to his body and you could feel his cock straining in his trousers. You wanted to stroke him, but your hands were clamped to his shoulders and you couldn’t move them from the shock of what was happening.
Loki’s hands were talented, gifted, and magical. Of course they were, you knew that they would be. This was Loki. He was dark, dangerous, and full of so much power that you could feel the strength in his movements. His hands - large, dexterous, mischievous - were pulling some much pleasure from you that you could hardly speak. You were a mess of whimpers and mewls, grabbing onto him and digging your nails into his armor.
“Dance on my fingers, little witch,” Loki whispered, running his lips along your neck. You bucked down against him, his fingers curling inside of you. “Such a pretty pussy for me. I can feel you flutter around me. You’re so wet and it’s all for me. The way your tight cunt sucks my fingers in, begging to be filled, gods, it’s delectable.”
“Yes, my King,” you said with a shiver as Loki dragged his teeth over your pulse. You felt him smile against your neck as he chuckled darkly.
“Yes, I am your King. You will address me as such,” Loki murmured, lifting his head back up to look down at you. “I am your King, your god, your savior. You are my bitch, my whore, my little sex slave. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” you cried out, your cunt spasming around his talented fingers. “Yes, I am!”
“Oh, you love being called that. I can feel it. I can feel the way your little cunt pinches my fingers with your clenching,” Loki laughed. “I wonder how it will feel around my big cock. Do you want it, little witch? Do you want my godly cock?”
“Fuck, please, Loki,” you moaned, bouncing on his fingers.
“Yes, you do. You want my cock so badly. I bet you’d do anything for it,” Loki nearly growled, fucking you faster with his fingers. It was to the point where your arousal was literally flowing down your thighs from his intense movements and how aroused you were. “My own little plaything, that’s what you want to be. You want me to bend you over whenever I please and claim this tight little hole of yours. You could be doing anything - sitting there reading, having a fucking lunch, walking in the garden, it doesn’t matter, you would take me anyway. Any time, any where, any way I wanted you, because you’re my personal little sex toy. Isn’t that right, little witch? Your body belongs to me.”
“Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please, my King!” you shouted, clamping around his fingers. They were pounding into you, forcing your legs to tremble and shake. You were thankful for his other arm locked around your waist because if he wasn’t holding you up, you would fall. You thought about his cock, how it was right there in his pants and you were so close to having it. You wanted his cock - to choke on it, ride it, be pounded by it. Your orgasm was quickly approaching as you thought of Loki fucking you and you stared into his eyes, your gaze wide and full of want.
“Mmm, yes. This pussy will do nicely,” Loki purred. He brushed his lips over yours without actually kissing you and you trembled with desire. You clamped around his fingers as he fucked you with them, his thumb dancing over your clit.
“Oh, Loki. My King, I need to cum,” you admitted, your thighs shaking. Loki increased the speed of the thrusting of his fingers. Ultimate pleasure crawled through your body and you stared at Loki in awe. He was giving you a dark, seductive look that had completely hypnotized you. Loki smiled wickedly and pulled his fingers from you.
“No,” he said. He brought his fingers to his lips and cleaned your arousal from them. “But you are delicious. Yes, you will do, if you can pass the trials of course.”
“What?” you gasped, your body still buzzing from the denied release.
“You, my naughty witch, have severely messed up. You went against the laws of magic in order to bring me here. You must pay for it,” Loki said, stepping back into your personal space. You stepped backwards but he continued to tower over you. “You brought me here so you could learn magic from me, and goodness, be a little sex slave to me. Fine, you can have that, but you have to earn it.”
“Earn it? How?” you asked with wide eyes.
“Easy. I will not just accept any whore to enter into my bed, especially for an extended period of time as you are hoping for. You have to prove that you are capable of delivering pleasure,” Loki explained with a wave of his hand, still wet from your juices. “I have...friends scattered throughout your world’s history, men who are good comrades of mine who will determine whether or not you are good enough to be my toy. I can determine your strength as a student, and considering you’ve mastered dark magic enough to force me, the Master Sorcerer, into your room, you are extremely talented. I will not deny a keen mind when I see one, and you, my dear, you have one. You have strong capabilities, I can feel it. But where is the pleasure I would receive from teaching you? It takes a lot of work to train someone in magic, and while you’re already advanced enough, it would take a lot of time to work with you. I must receive something in return from it, which would be your body. I have to see if it’s worth it. My friends can help me figure out if your body will be just as valuable as your brains to me. Please them, and I will accept you as mine.”
“Friends? Men throughout history? What does that even mean? How -”
Loki grabbed your face with one large hand. “Do you want this? A life under my wing? A life in my bed? A life with me?”
“Yes,” you said quickly, completely sure of your answer.
“Good. Then this challenge will certainly be exciting. Now, in order to stop you from trying to escape my trials…” Loki moved his hand to your chest and made a grasping motion with his fist. He pulled his fist back and you felt something leave your body. In his fist was a trail of green light.
“What did you do?” you gasped.
“I took your magic,” Loki said with a shrug. He made a complex movement with his hands and the green light he had stolen from you disappeared. “Pleasure my men and you will get it back. Fail and you will never see me nor your magic ever again.”
You stiffened, terrified of what was about to happen. What would Loki do to you? He was right. You had definitely messed up. The Master of Magic knew you used forbidden magic and now he was punishing you for it through a test of pleasure. But you knew you had to prove him wrong. You had to show him that you wanted him enough to endure his trials and come out victorious. You wanted him. You would have him. You wanted to be his student, his slave, his. You lifted your head and gave him a determined look.
“What do I have to do?” you asked.
“Find my men. Fuck them. Please them. Make me see that it’s worth it to take you in,” Loki explained. He grabbed your arm and pressed two fingers to the inside of your forearm. There was a glimmer and a golden tattoo etched its way onto your skin. You quickly recognized it as Loki’s insignia. He hummed and stroked his thumb over the tattoo. “There. That will help you find them, or rather, help them find you.”
“How am I going to find them?” you questioned, trying to keep your voice steady and your face serious.
“They’ll look...familiar. Yes, they’ll have sincerely familiar faces,” Loki snickered with a prideful grin on his beautiful face.
“Where do I start?” you asked after nodding.
Loki laughed and waved his hand. A portal formed behind you and you could see light streaming in from it.
“1402. Have a nice trip.”
With that, Loki pushed you into the portal and you fell straight into your first trial.