Loki Thor Ao3 Novels & Stories

He was almost looking like he was wearing a corset. His face was slimmer and sharper, and his short beard was pitch black. His long black hair was brushed back away from his head, sleek and very much the opposite of how most men in this world keep their hair. The thought struck me: Loki, the Norse trickster god, was a vain creature! In this situation, it seemed almost funny. It seemed so misplaced and strange, like everything else here. “Now, let us get your thunder wolf forward! I’m dying to teach Thor a lesson he won’t forget!”

So why does the loom say otherwise? My fingers twitch toward the thread again and this time I don’t hesitate. I grab it and yank hard. Magic slams into me like a wave. I’m not standing in the shrine anymore. I’m in a dream. A nightmare. A memory. A place that is all three at once. And Loki’s here too. Not in flesh, but in presence. Woven from shadow and light, tall and sharp and entirely too pleased with himself. “You touched it,” he says. “Curious girl. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to fight.”

'Loki, oh my, yes, harder, deeper. Melody dug her nails into his back as her orgasm built and Loki could feel the sharp tug in his balls as he got ready to fill her with his seed, gripping her hips he flipped her onto her hands and knees and thrust back into her taking her from behind so he could go deeper. Leaning over her back he wrapped her thick golden hair around his hand and pulled her head back riding her hard, 'Loki.' She cried out and he felt her walls clenching around his cock

Her legs started shaking. “Cum for me, little one,” he ordered. Liora cried out as her first orgasm hit her hard. “Thorne! Ahhh!” Her whole body trembled on the table. But he wasn’t done. Thorne stood up, opened his pants, and freed his thick, hard cock. He rubbed it against her wet pussy, teasing her. Then he pushed inside her in one deep thrust. “Fuck!” Liora gasped. He felt so big. So perfect.

“We still do not have evidence!” “The soldiers have seen him and his mate,” another man speaks up. His name is Theodorus Anderson, the Emperor of Soloma and one of the strongest Lycans in the world. It is prophesied that no pure creature can kill him because he had been given a boon by the gods themselves. As a result, Theo had murdered countless hybrids and slaughtered villages in order to find them. With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot.

Timber flew into the air around us and everything was instantly drenched from the storm. I turned towards the fire, swiping blindly with the machete in my left hand, water coursing off my hair and into my eyes, making it hard to see. Loki cursed and moved backwards, the tip of the machete catching the front of his shirt and rending a cut in it, nicking the skin. He screamed a battle cry and was scrambling to his feet when I swung the second machete in my right hand, my more dominate hand. Because of the rain I misjudged again. Instead of decapitating him, I just cut his throat.