Thor Loki Ao3 Novels & Stories

Loki opened the container and a black scorpion crawled out and climbed on her stomach . "what... what.. what the hell get it off !! " she scream out tryin push it off . " luvo bacaxzw "Loki whispered and the scorpion climbed up to her face . "arghhhh get off me! " she scream out loud . the scorpion climbed her face and it slid into her mouth down into her throat . "the scorpion is gonna kill the child inside her , just matter of time " Loki said and I smile , one thing he doesn't know is I have my own plans .

The next day, Loki sent his people to the Goldlush Pack. The reply he received was simple. "Ms. Brewer is currently a guest of the Goldlush Pack and is not receiving outside visitors." Loki was so furious that he smashed things in his study. "A guest? She's my mate!" His Beta, Mark Schneider, lowered his voice and reminded him. "Alpha, you never completed a bonding ceremony with Ms. Brewer, and you never marked her. Strictly speaking, she isn't your mate."

I don't know why. "Thor is your fated mate?" He breaks the silence and I stop walking, we are already in front of the porch, I turn to him, there is nothing in his eyes that tells me anything about what he might be thinking about. "Yes." I whisper like I am ashamed of the term. Up until an hour ago, I wasn't. Before I walked in on him getting his cock sucked by Morgana fucking Balkin. Before he hurt me both emotionally and physically. I climb up on the porch, the moment is awkward and so quiet, it is like the night is holding its breath for us.

Thor. Thor walked over and laid his head against Aurora’s shoulder. Aurora rubbed her hand over the fur that lined his neck. “I am alright,” Aurora said. She was soothing Thor but also herself she realized.

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!”

I sighed again. "Here we are," Lydia said, drawing me out of my reverie. I looked around and saw that we were a little distance away from the tribe. I could see Thorr working on some animal bones beside a fire. I had noticed the heated looks he had been giving me recently. It was like he was forgetting that I was mated already... and to his alpha. On some lonely nights, I would wonder what it would feel like if I went up to his tent and allowed him to hold me. I would wonder how it would feel if we both gave in to the animal instinct burning inside our bodies. Thea scoffed in my head. She had no part in this fantasy. Sometimes I wondered why Thorr had not found his mate yet.

Finally, the woman feared something. “C-can I?” Loki stepped forward and reached out his hand. With Loki’s new found Raven animal, he felt more connected to nature now. Loki stepped forward, holding out his hand. The exoskeleton type arm reached through the bars, leaning more into it since Loki was too afraid to come closer.

- Loki said, with slaps on his ass, squeezing it hard, one time, in the midst of moving fast, constant and with ferocity, when the ancient god held his hips, maneuvering him, in the same intensity in which he thrust him, the he wielded it as if he weighed nothing, rising and falling with snapping slaps of their bodies as the man thrust his hips. Loki came inside him, over and over, his orgasm followed and set in with deep, powerful thrusts, Loki growling, pushing and pulling, when he was thrusting into his ass, with each thrust in and out of him, hitting his prostate. with every thrust, pushing and pulling, with mighty leaps in between his thrusts, never missing a beat, always slamming in an

The only thing more tempting to Thor than sex is a really good battlefield massacre. He makes an unhappy noise in his chest, clearly torn. His brothers are laughing at his struggle. I decide to help him out. I lean up and kiss him. “We stay, listen to the angels, and then I teleport us to bed and suck your soul out through your cock. Deal?” He sits. “Okay.” “She’s got your number, brother,” Loki snorts. “Careful, or she’ll have you pussy-whipped.” “She already does,” Thor says proudly, nuzzling my ear.

All my life I have been treated like dirt, but Loki is carefree and looks at me differently. I smile as we reach the stream, watching as Loki finds a deeper part, using it to wash the dirt from his body. My heart races and I begin to see him even more differently. He is tall and very muscular. His hair is black, but his eyes are green. Something inside me is burning as I watch him rub the water all over his body…. I have never felt this way before.