After The Banquet

Title: After The Banquet

Character: Loki

Rating: Very M

Description: Loki, your husband, looks incredibly alluring, and you no less to him. So after enduring an entire dinner of staring and imagining, he whisks you back to your chambers to finish the game that you started.

A/N: Yay! I think this is my first Loki fic on this particular tumblr account, so I thought I’d do one for you guys to say thank you for all the new followers!! xxxx Enjoy :)


“No,” he hisses, pushing you off of him as he fixes his formal uniform of green and black leather, with gold detailing.

You pout. “But darling -” “No buts, we’re already late for dinner.” “Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind.” He turns to you, fixing his armour. “Really? I wonder if the Allfather shares your optimistic mindset.”

You sigh, and watch as Loki combs back his hair. “Can’t we just have five minutes?” He turns, looking at you, repeating himself for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. “No. Come on.”

He takes your hand, and the two of you walk briskly to the palace banquet hall, for a diplomatic dinner with representatives from Alfheim.

Before Loki can push the door open, you pull him aside, grinding your knee into his crotch immediately. Despite trying his best to avoid any sexual contact at present to be even remotely on-time for the dinner, his natural instincts kick in as he groans at your motion.

You can feel him rising slowly beneath your ministrations, and grin triumphantly. He slams you up against the wall as you keep working him, and feel him fully hard as you palm his manhood, not daring to take him out of his black pants, but through them you massage his sizeable bulge.

He begins to thrust against you. “The only reason… I’m giving you…the satisfaction of my reciprocation… right now… is for the sole purpose… ah! Of finishing this little game of yours….before it starts.”

You lean in. “Hmm, you know me too well, dearest.” You rub faster, and he rolls his erection against your hand, desperate now for release. “Just like that… I’m almost ready…” he mumbles. Just then, Thor bursts out of the dining hall.

“Ah, brother!!” Loki’s eyes roll back as he hears his brother call out his name, and you whip your hand away. “Pleasant evening, is it not?” he continues, coming over. “Quite, Thor,” Loki growls, the expression on his face rather murderous. “Well, I came out to look for you two, but it seems I’ve found you!” “Yes,” Loki says in a low voice through gritted teeth, “It seems you have.” As Loki still has his body pressed against you, you can feel his length start to soften again.

You two follow the burly god into the banquet hall, where everyone stands as you enter. “May I present, Prince Loki and his wife, Lady (y/n),” Odin announces to their foreign guests, and they bow in turn as you do.

“We’ll finish this after dinner,” Loki growls in your ear as you sit down, and the promise of later sends shivers of arousal through you.

During dinner, you keep shooting sultry gazes to Loki from the other side of the table, for at formal banquets such as these, one side was for the ladies and one side for the men. Frigga and Sif sat on either side of you. At first, when you and Loki had announced your courtship and you had been introduced, Sif hadn’t taken quite a liking to you, but once she saw how well you could defend yourself, in battle and verbally, she respects you now, and you are good friends.

“How is Loki?” Frigga whispers in your ear, and you nearly sputter your wine. “I-I’m sorry, m’lady?” She looks at you funny. “How is he? Is he well? Is he in good health?” You exhale as you realize her meaning. “Oh… oh, yes, my queen, he is quite well. A very healthy appetite too,” you say, leaving the queen to believe you just meant eating-wise as Sif snickers.

Loki looks at you and meets your gaze from across the large table, watching you closely from his seat between Thor and Fandral. Everything about you seems to get to him tonight, he just can’t explain it. You seemed especially alluring, as did he to you.

“How is she?” Fandral suddenly asks Loki, and he glares. “I beg your pardon?!” Fandral raises his eyebrows. “I was merely wondering, Loki, no need to-” “She is excellent, thank you, ever since the last time you asked, and if you dare ask one more time, I will see to it that you never feel anything again.”

At this, Fandral backed off. Loki knew of his secret crush on you, and while you found it sweet but quite hopeless for him, Loki found it annoying and trying. He had learned to remain calm and tolerant of his occasional asking after you, but tonight, his patience just snapped. It was as if no other man could dream of you- Loki just wouldn’t have it. But then, you didn’t mind. There’s no other man in your life but Loki. Plus, his caring possessiveness pulled at your heartstrings, for you were the first woman in his life he had ever really been devoted to.

The rest of dinner is long and strenuous, full of Odin being diplomatic, Frigga acting hospitable, and them both counting on Loki’s tongue to woo their guests with his abilities of foreign dialect. Loki’s intelligence turns you on beyond belief, and it’s no help tonight with you already aroused beforehand.

“Where’s Jane?” Loki asks Thor, and Thor grumbles through his mouthful of wild boar. “She could not make it. It is most unfortunate.” “Hm, quite,” Loki sympathizes, but inside, he’s grinning, as he knows what’s in store for himself at least.

When it’s over, Loki promptly excuses the two of you, saying his farewells to the guests and everyone else, and you walk back to the room through the vast halls. “What a little tease you are,” Loki growls as you make it to your chambers, grabbing your arm roughly. “Now I’m going to finish what you started, love,” he smirks, a low tone of mischief laced in his voice.

He throws you on the bed, and you wriggle as you grasp the headboards. In the flick of a wrist, your clothes are off, and Loki is eyeing your naked body with a predatory, hungry look.

After a second of him taking you in and licking his lips, you squirm in anticipation. “Fuck me, already,” you whisper, and Loki glowers down at you, dominance swirling around him. “Ask again, sweetling.” You clench your jaw, feeling playfully defiant. “Fuck me, Loki, or I’ll do it myself.”

This ignites something in his gaze, and he opens his mouth a little, eyes clouded with lust. “I’d just love to see that, my love,” he whispers, tracing his finger around your face as he gazes down at your wet sex. “But not tonight. Tonight, my touch shall be the one responsible for your pleasure.”

He lowers onto the bed, capturing your lips in the sweetest kiss you had ever known, and moves lower to stop his mouth at your chest, taking special time to suck gently on each nipple. You arch off the bed, feeling aroused beyond belief, urgent to feel the next level of pleasure you know he can give you.

He moves even lower next, swirling his tongue around your lower belly and stopping at your clit, latching his lips on and sucking roughly. You cry out, a jolt of pleasure shooting through you, and you tangle your fingers into his ink-black hair, tugging on the now messed strands.

His tongue finds your opening, and begins to lap at you. “You taste delicious, love,” he muses. You moan his name loudly, and then, you gulp for proper air. “I… I need you in me,” you manage out, and Loki smirks at you, a devilish smile. “How do you ask, my beauty?” You growl at him, seething at his teasing. “Give me your cock, Loki, I need it, now!”

He flicks his wrist again, and he is naked as well, your eyes running over his glorious body and sending you into another dimension of sheer want.

His erection stands proud and tall against his stomach, twitching in need for you, and no matter how well you know his length, it never ceases to amaze you the sheer size of him. He grabs your shoulders, kissing you again as he positions himself, then thrusts in.

You gasp at the feeling, and wrap yourself around him, clenching tightly. “Love, love, that’s amazing,” he groans, and you grab onto his back, hooking your ankles around his ass and bringing him deeper. “Right there!” you shout, “That’s perfect!” He lets out a long moan as he feels you contract when he hits your g-spot, and you bounce underneath him.

“Harder,” you whisper. “Mmm, feeling commanding, are we?” he asks playfully, and you giggle. He increases the speed of his pounding, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer with every thrust.

“Loki!” you moan, and he pants into your neck. “I can’t hold off for much longer,” he says, his voice wavering, “I need to come. I need to coat you with me, I need you to come for me.” You sigh in pleasure at his words, and he drags his tongue up your middle, stopping at your mouth for another wet, deep kiss. His eyebrows go together, and you feel him, insistent inside of you, hit your spot again and again.

You work yourself around his length, and he moves his hand back down to your clit, massaging perfectly and bringing you to the edge.

“AHH!” you shout as your climax finally hits you, and Loki grips your hips so hard you feel the bruises already form. Despite his ferocious look that he gets when he’s initially horny, you’ve always loved his face during his climax, when his features are so utterly angelic and blissful as he fully joins with you.

He comes inside of you, the force of his seed shooting into you prolonging your orgasm. “You…are… divine…” he murmurs as your head drops back to the pillow.

Loki falls on top of you, the weight of his body creating heat and friction between you two. He finally rolls off after catching his breath, and you turn over. “That was spectacular,” you whisper, nuzzling your head in close to his. “It was, wasn’t it?” he grins deviously. “I bet you were fantasizing about this all through dinner, yes?” You nod with a smile.

He leans in, running a hand up and down your leg. “So was I. Quite a shame Jane couldn’t make it to the banquet- now it’s evident that we had much more fun than Thor will tonight.” You laugh, and kiss him again.

“I don’t think they could ever have as much fun as you and I did tonight,” you grin, and Loki kisses back. 








Tom ‘I can’t sit still’ Hiddleston (x)

Aack. The interview with James Corden and Roger Taylor.

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what in the ever loving fuck is this??

Kitten with a Whip is mean today…


I’m sorry, love.  I have residual Wheatland aggression.

You mean he can’t sit still when there’s music because he’s dying to dance?

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Looks like his thumbs are having their own private dance party in the last one.