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chrisevansfan2003

3 years ago

Dancing In The Dark

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Paring: Mafia!Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: The owner of the club you perform at had always terrified you. What will you do when he decides that you belong to him?

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) non con, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, physical violence and abuse, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, choking, spanking

Dancing, you’d always loved to dance. You were never really any good at it but that didn’t matter, you loved it. You never thought you’d do it professionally and you’d never have thought you’d earn money dancing, this was until you found burlesque.

It turns out that burlesque was much more about personality and flair than it was about actual physical skill, and you certainly had bucket loads of personality to share.

A few years ago you could never have dreamed of dancing at the most prolific cabaret club in London, but here you are. Although you knew the owner of the club was anything but moral, you were assured by the other dancers that you’d never have to meet him and besides, how could you pass up the opportunity of a life time?

The owner of the club, the notorious Loki Laufeyson, was well known throughout the city for all the wrong reasons. Although his name was known to all he somehow managed to keep his face out of the limelight, so just incase, you knew to always be on the look out for any villainous visitor.

As always you got ready for work, curling and back combing your hair into the biggest poofiest vintage style you could manage, wigs were often your friend. After that you put on your makeup, a sultry shade of red graces your eyelids, complimented by gold glitter. You finish off the look with long false eyelashes and bold red lipstick, essentially stage ready except from the costume.

Tonight’s act was called Mambo, an up beat Latin jazz act that featured your giant feather fans. The costume was an embellished green and black mermaid style skirt with a corset and matching rhinestoned lingerie. You’d made the costume yourself and spent countless hours adding embellishments until it was just right.

You make your way to the stairs, as the music starts playing and the spotlight hits you, you slink your way sensually down the long staircase. The lights were too bright to see past the first two rows so once you had shed yourself of your long skirt you liked to dance your way around the tables. At the back of the club was the most expensive seats in the house, the booths had red velvet seats, positioned around a circular gold table with champagne in a golden ice bucket placed on top.

In the nervousness before your act you barely noticed the party of three men joining the manager of the club in a booth at the back of the room, that was until you danced passed their table with your soft feather fans. All four men dressed in fitted black suits, they blended in seamlessly with the surrounding atmosphere.

Making your way back to the stage you unlace your corset, throwing it off stage before revealing your newly exposed skin. Holding the fans over your chest you unclip your bra, turning your back to the audience slowly to see your back become bare as you slip the straps over your shoulders. As the fabric leaves your body you flirtily drop it in the lap of an an unsuspecting member of the audience in the front row. Lifting the fans above your head you stand tall and proud as you shake your tassels to the beat of the music before striking an end pose as the audience breaks into applause. You leave the stage in your usual confident fashion, doing one last little tassel shake as you make your way off stage. As your evening had followed as it usually did you would have had absolutely no idea of what awaited you off stage.

Loki had owned the club for a number of years, he had used it to launder money through for the last ten of them and although he was surprised by its success it was a welcome addition to his ever growing enterprise. He had only visited the club a handful of times but recently he’d become alerted to some worrying news, he wasn’t the only one laundering money through his club.

Arriving in his black Jaguar he was surrounded by well dressed bodyguards, unless you noticed the guns strapped to their hips you would have thought they were just another group of guests. He was greeted by the manager of the club and ushered in through the private entrance to the booth at the back of the club.

“Mr Laufeyson, such a pleasure that you are joining us this evening. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” David the club manager starts, immediately grabbed by his shoulder from one of the imposing looking bodyguards.

“Sit” Loki replies, the firmness in his voice already heard, his eyes fixated on pouring himself a glass of champagne as the bodyguard pushes David into the seat in front of him, sliding in next to David to block him in.

“It has been brought to my attention that someone has been laundering money through my establishment. As you know, this cannot be tolerated. Tell me, how would you handle the situation?” Loki asks the nervous man sitting trembling before him, now making eye contact with him causing him to cower under Loki’s gaze.

“I.. Um.. I’m not sure Sir, quietly?” David replies, earning a dark smile from Loki.

“Quietly” he replies in an amused tone, gesturing to his bodyguards who chuckle deeply at Loki’s gesture.

“I was thinking more along the lines of breaking all of your fingers, that way they cannot become sticky again. Do you think you can scream quietly?” He questions, a knife appearing in his hand as if from thin air, quickly stabbing it into the table top between David’s fingers. David jumps back, his shoulders hitting the seat as Loki leans and pulls the knife from the table, grazing it over the tops of David’s fingers. Just as Loki is about to speak the song in the room changes, from the corner of his eye he catches the image of a woman dressed in emerald green slinking down the long staircase to the stage.

“And who, may I ask, is she?” He growls, pointing the knife in your general direction, too far away for you to notice.

“She’s one of your dancers Sir, her name is Y/N, she’s new” he replies, the trembling tone evident in his voice as you glide past the table with your fans, dancing back to the stage.

“Bring her to me, but make sure to clean yourself up first” Loki replies, his eyes fixated on you as if you were the only person in the room, dancing only for him.

“Yes Sir, Wh..what do you mean ‘clean myself up?’” David asks, cautiously. Suddenly the bodyguard next to him grabs David’s hand and slams it onto the table, barely audible above the music.

“Never let them see you bleed” Loki replies villainously as he stabs David cleanly through the hand. David goes to scream but no sound comes out, but it’s probably for the best, he has no idea what Loki would do to him if he had drawn attention to their little soiree at the back of the room.

“Go, before I change my mind” Loki rumbles, venom spilling from his words as he pulls the knife swiftly from David’s hand. David stands quickly, covering his trembling bloodied hand with his suits jacket as blood spills down his white shirt. He immediately runs back stage, grabbing a towel and some ice for his hand just as your act finishes and you slink off stage.

You walk through the red velvet curtains still reeling from the high of being on stage as David runs up to you, catching you by your shoulder with his freezing hand, his other concealed.

“Y/N, there’s someone that wants to meet you in booth number one, you must change and go to them right away” he says sternly.

“Uh.. who is it? And why do they want to meet me? We don’t do private dances here if that’s what your thinking” you say, yes you strip but you refuse to dance for one single person. It’s not that you look down on full service stripping, you’d done it before, it’s just that the idea of being alone with one person you don’t know, essentially naked makes you feel uncomfortable.

“He just wants to meet you Y/N, please” the desperation in his eyes now visible as his hand grabs his other through his suit jacket, the blood not visible under the darkened light.

“Ugh fuck it, fine! I’ll be there in a second” you reply as you walk back into the dressing room.

Quickly you change into a different outfit, you take off your tassels and pack your costume away in a bag. You step into a knee length fitted green silk dress and the same golden heels that you wore for your act. You re-apply your makeup and make your way downstairs.

“Right this way, madam” a large man says, approaching you the second you walk into the club, leading you to the booth at the back of the room.

As a similarly large man sitting in the booth nods to the black haired man in front of him, the large man stands and leaves the booth, gesturing for you to sit down. Slipping into the seat the large man closes a velvet curtain around the booth, leaving you and the stranger completely enclosed.

As you look up to meet the eyes of the man you are now closed in with you take in his gorgeous features. His soft ivory skin with cheekbones that appear as if they were hand carved from marble complimented by the contrast of his swept back obsidian hair. His blue green eyes bore into yours in a terrifying but absolutely entrancing way that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Thank you for meeting with me” he breaks the silence as he begins to pour you a glass of champagne.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, but nevertheless, it’s a pleasure” you reply smiling lightly as he slides the glass towards you, the booth falling silent once again.

“So, what’s your name?” You ask inquisitively, an uneasy feeling growing within you with almost no reason behind it, almost.

“Drink” he states as you look bewilderedly back at him.

“Drink, and I will tell you my name” he says deeply, gesturing to the drink he poured you. You take the champagne flute by the stem and take a small sip from the top as his eyes rake unbashfully down your body.

“Your used to getting your way, aren’t you?” You ask with a playful tone as you cross your legs under the table.

“You might say that, you may also say that I take what I want, when I want it” he replies, taking a sip of his own drink. You take another sip, rolling your eyes at him before you place your glass down on the table. You feel a hand placed on your knee as he slides closer to you, your legs almost touching as he approaches you, you immediately stiffen under his touch.

“You still haven’t told me your name” you say, looking for any chance to back away from him

“Now that would be telling sweet thing. Maybe, if you’d agree to have dinner with me this evening I’ll tell you my name” he states, stroking his hand softly down your cheek, leaning in to kiss you. Immediately your hand snaps up and slaps his away, earning a angered look from him.

“Absolutely not, get off me!” You say in a loud tone, still quieter than the music but loud enough to cause a rumble from the bodyguards standing outside of the curtained booth.

“I apologise if I over stepped my bounds, but you can hardly blame me” he says as he pulls you back towards him, wrapping his arm around your front, grabbing you by your waist. You push your hands against his chest straining to get away from him as he places a harsh kiss on your lips, holding you tightly to him. Immediately you slap him on the cheek, causing a blush to form on his perfect pale skin. Taken by surprise he releases you from his grip, a villainous smile spread across his thin lips as he looks up at you storming through the curtains.

You rush upstairs, grab your things and wave for a black cab outside, jumping in and telling the driver your address before setting off.

Watching you leave Loki walks collectedly from the booth, followed by his bodyguards who grab David and throw him into a near by store room. The bodyguards throw him to the ground below Loki’s feet as the door closes behind them.

“If you treasure your other hand, you will tell me where she lives” he states standing confidently in front of David who is cowering on his knees clutching his now bandaged hand.

“Wh-who?” He stutters back, his eyes facing down towards the ground.

“‘Wh-who?’ I didn’t realise you were related to a fucking owl David. Y/N, where does she live?” He taunts before returning swiftly to his earlier question, Loki’s hands tucked intimidatingly into his suits pockets.

“I..if you have a pen I’ll write it down for you” David replies as one of the bodyguards hands him a pen and a napkin to write the address on. David’s hands shaking as he writes, the blood staining the white of the napkin the second the ink hits the fabric.

“Fabulous” Loki says cheerfully as David hands the napkin and pen back to his protection, David’s eyes immediately looking hopeful at how pleased Loki seems.

“Thank you David, you have succeeded in saving your hands. Now, if you’d just break his legs we’ll be on our way” Loki states to his bodyguards as he goes to walk out of the store room, out of the club and back into his Jaguar.

“What?! No! Sir, please” David shouts into the void as Loki’s bodyguards hold David down, Loki leaves the club with the faint sound of snapping followed by a muffled scream making a smirk spread across Loki’s lips.

You had almost reached home, visibly shaken by your encounter and furiously angry at David for putting you in that situation. You looked for him before you left but he was nowhere to be found, you fully intended to let him know just how angry you were tomorrow night at the next show.

A few minutes into your journey the driver had received a call through his headset, you could barely hear the conversation but after your traumatic experience you didn’t care to pry into the private life of your driver. It was only when he turned an unfamiliar corner and pulled down into a private underground parking lot that you realised something was wrong, rapidly pulling you from your thoughts.

“Sorry, where are we? This isn’t where I live” you say, clutching your bag in your hands, your knuckles almost turning white from your grip.

“Where the fuck are we?” You shout before hearing the car door swing open.

“Oh my god, no!” You scream as you are forcibly dragged from the back seat by the bodyguards you had met earlier. That’s when everything goes black, your ears ringing as you feel yourself fall to the ground, your knees hitting against the hard concrete as your vision blurs and you loose consciousness.

You wake up on a bed in a dark room, the green silk sheets on the four poster are soft under your touch as you fully come around. You quickly snap back to real life, trying to unlock every door to no fruition. Turning back to the bed you see a box with your name on it, inside the box lies a long beaded black dress with a note placed inside. ‘Wear this and join me for dinner ~ L’ the note reads, you have an obvious idea of who has brought you here but you ponder over the ‘L’ for a moment. That must be his initial, or maybe he’s wishing you love? At this point who knows, the man is crazy enough to kidnap you, it’s anyone’s guess of what else he’s capable of.

You pull the dress from the box, in no position to question the demands of your captor so you decide to comply. It’s only when you read the label that a confusing blush spreads over your cheeks. Chanel, where did he get a five thousand pound Chanel dress in your size in the middle of the night from? The tags are still attached and it’s absolutely brand new, that is until you eagerly rip the tags off and change quickly into the dress, eyeing your curves in the mirror as the previously locked door opens.

The bodyguard usurers you into the dining room, the floor and walls covered in dark wood, a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Your heels tap against the floor as you make your way over to the table, fighting the bodyguard slightly as he pushes you down into your seat at a candle lit table next to a floor to ceiling window that looks over the London sky line. In front of you, sipping red wine sits the black haired god from earlier, his tie that was so elegantly hung around his neck previously, now draped over his shoulders as the buttons on his shirt sit undone, showing the top of his collarbones.

“Now, we can finally start our date” he says poring you a glass of wine.

“I hope your journey was not too tedious” he says, an amused tone in his voice as he places the bottle of wine back onto the table.

“You can’t be serious? You are literally holding me hostage” you reply, crossing your arms and slouching in your chair as you watch his jaw tighten.

“Fine, you can at least tell me your name now, although I didn’t come willingly I am here, and you promised me your name” you continue as you lift the glass of wine and take a large gulp.

“Loki, Loki Laufeyson. Are you scared pet? You must have heard of me or at least my reputation” he replies, his name striking fear in you. No matter how much you may have suspected that he was the violent and vicious owner of the club, and most of London for that matter, now faced with the truth head on; you were terrified.

“Oh my little pet, you are scared. You have no idea how it affects me so to see you tremble” he says as his hands come together, one massaging the other looking although he is trying to restrain himself just as the food arrives at the table.

It is laid out perfectly, carved carrots into little flowers surrounding a delicious looking salmon dish. You were admittedly starving, you could never eat before performing due to nervousness, no matter how many times you performed so now a few hours on, you were ravenous.

He tries to make polite chit chat over dinner, as much as someone that has kidnapped you can, much to his dismay you continue to sass him and talk back, never bending to his will. He had once again slowly crept closer to you as the evening went on, it was well past midnight by the time you’d finished dinner and he was now so close that you were essentially in his lap, despite your constant refusal of his affections.

“I’m tired, I’d like to go home now Loki, please” you ask as his hand grazes your thigh through the slit in your dress.

“I’m afraid that will not be possible, love. You’ll be staying with me from now on” he replies, at this point you are almost too tired to argue.

“Loki, please, I just want to go home!” You say in a loudness slightly above your average tone, making Loki squeeze your inner thigh causing you to jump and hiss in pain. Just as you go to fight back Loki gestures to one of his men. You feel a sharp pain in your neck before your speech begins to slur and your eyes close.

Although you are once again on the brink of unconsciousness, you feel Loki lift you, carrying you in his arms into the bedroom you were in before. You felt him place you on what you assumed was the bed as you sense the familiar feeling of the silk sheets upon your skin before falling into a deep medicated sleep.

You are awakened by light hitting your face, you assume it must be coming from a window but when you look around, there is not a window in sight. You sit up in bed realising that your clothes have been changed while you slept, now wearing a silk night dress. Alone in the room you feel yourself about to cry as you realise that your ankles are chained to one of the posts of the bed, the sound of the door opening snaps you from your thoughts.

“Good morning darling” Loki says as he walks into the room dressed in a different but still elegant suit. He places a tray full of food in front of you, pancakes with maple syrup and a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice placed on top of the golden tray. He sits beside you with his legs draped over the side of the bed as he begins to cut your food into pieces, bringing a fork filled with food to your lips encouraging you to eat.

“You will not lift a finger while you are here, everything will be done for you. Only the best for my pretty pet” he says as he places a kiss onto your cheek while you chew your mouthful of food. Once you have finished he lifts the glass of orange juice to your lips, you drink the cool liquid quickly, wrapping your hand around his for stability. Your grip on his hand making his chest tighten and his breath hitch, the feeling of your soft skin on his calloused hands fanning the flames of his need for you.

“Wh.. when can I leave?” You ask much more cautiously now, you’ve tested the restraints, unless he lets you go; there’s no escape.

“Oh sweet thing, one day soon you will not want to leave, if anything you will beg for me to keep you here” he says as he strokes the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear.

“Please.. I just want to go home” you say as your eyes fill with tears, looking up at him in desperation. Without warning he slaps you in the face, his expression flat and unfeeling.

“I didn’t want to do that, but you pushed me to it, darling. Now, I have business to attend to, I will join you again tonight” with that he stands and takes the food from you, kissing you on the lips before he leaves.

Left alone again you try and break the chains that bind your ankles but it is of no use, you are well and truly trapped. Just as the night before he brings you for dinner with him, every night he pushes your boundaries a little further, determined to break you. He is equal parts caring and cruel, lovingly looking after you for a while before switching to almost an entirely different personality, hitting you and breaking your spirit.

You must have lived in his house for at least a month by now, every day the same, every day you comply with him slightly more. You had almost grown used to it, comfortable with his treatment of you. Yes he had touched you, but he’d never gone further than touching, he was certain that you’d beg for him before long. But as time rolled on it was growing more evident every day that you were determined to never give in and his patience was growing thin. He had encouraged you to call him master or occasional daddy, but much to his dismay you only used these titles when he hurt you.

Sitting in your room reading as always you hear the front door slam, the noise sounding loud enough to have ripped it from its hinges. The sound of Loki’s feet hitting against the wooden floor approaching your door as the key unlocks it, Loki storms in and throws you back further on to the bed, slapping you on the ass hard as he throws you down.

“Loki!” You scream his name as he places his hand around your throat choking you.

“I’ve had a particularly difficult day, Pet. And I have grown tired of your games, you will submit to me. Now.” He growls as he rips the fabric that covers your body in half, tearing it off of you as you fight in protest.

Pinning your legs open, placing one of his knees on yours he holds you down as he uses his free hand to undo his belt. Pulling the belt from his trousers he wraps it around your neck, pulling it tight around your throat and holding it in his now free’d hand. You continue to struggle as he pulls his length from his trousers, pushing himself inside of your tight entrance. As you gasp for air he releases the belt around your throat slightly, pressing his body further into yours. He trails kisses and bites down your neck and chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth drawing a moan from you.

His other hand presses into your hip, rocking himself vigorously in and out of you as your wetness begins to grow. As his pace quickens you stop fighting back, now wrapping your arms around his still clothed back. You know you should hate him and protest, but as he starts rubbing circles into your clit you feel the first flutters of your growing orgasm. Every movement pulling more pleasure from you, feeling as if he was hitting spots deep within you that you never even knew you had. Just as your orgasm approaches his pace slows, your wanton moans fill the room as you slip your hands over his chest, pulling his suit jacket off.

Once removed, you begin undoing his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, as quickly as your hands would let you. Pushing his shirt over his shoulders his chest is bare to you for the first time, his toned body pressed against you. Something you didn’t expect was the large tattoo covering his chest, the symbols appearing to be something ancient and Nordic. You only have a few seconds to take in the unique pattern before he pulls out of you and forces you to the ground, releasing your ankles from their constraints.

Placing you on your knees, your back is pressed against the end of the bed. Loki stands in front of you now completely naked, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you closer to him as the belt from around your neck is discarded to the floor.

“Open your mouth little one” he says as he glides his thumb across your lips, pushing it into your mouth making you suck on his thumb for a second. Removing it from your mouth he glides the wetness over his tip as he moans quietly at the feeling.

“My cock isn’t going to suck itself, little one” he says as he pulls your mouth up to meet his tip. You open your mouth eagerly to please him, an action that is as much of a surprise to him as it is to you.

You begin by placing kitten licks to the top of his length before sliding him softly into your mouth. You place your hands on his shaft and begin pumping in unison with your mouth. The thought runs through your head that you could bite him and try to escape, but almost as if he reads your mind he grabs ahold of your jaw, pulling it open even wider to push himself deeper.

Your head hitting the back of the bed he begins to thrust into your mouth, pushing your hands off his length. He wraps his hand around your throat just below your jaw as his cock hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. The noises you make causing Loki to moan out loudly. The sight of you on your knees for him, finally, pushing him closer to his climax, but still he wants more, he wants you to submit completely to him.

His pace quickens on your throat making your eyes fill with water as his length travels as far down as you can take him.

“Norns, you love this, don’t you little one?” He asks, you try to nod but he holds your head still as his moans turn into grunts, His head falling back, his inky black hair hitting his shoulders. With one last thrust he cums within your mouth, the hot liquid trickling down your throat, drinking as much of him in as you can. Riding out his high, you continue to suck him lightly until every drop of cum has been cleaned from him. His length is still impeccably hard and you can tell that he is far from done with you as he lifts you from the floor, pushing you back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs” he demands, as you lie in front of him unmoving.

“Don’t make me ask twice kitten” he continues, you quickly spread your legs to him, a groan releasing from his mouth as he takes in the sight of your glistening folds. He places a quick slap onto your clit for being so disobedient before kissing down your thighs. His fingers spread you wide for him, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, groaning at the taste of you. Your hands carefully run through his hair, scared you’ll earn yourself a punishment if you touch him in the wrong way.

He slides his tongue into your entrance, swirling around in the pool of moisture that has rapidly grown between your legs. Your moans filling the air as he slides a finger inside you, licking back up to your clit as he sucks on it lightly. His long fingers brushing against your velvet walls, you almost scream as he slides a second and then third inside you. Your walls fluttering around his fingers as your climax washes over you, his unrelenting pace drawing out your climax for what feels like forever before he slips them out of you.

His form towering over you, wordlessly he slams his cock back inside you, the same relentless pace he gave your throat now resumed inside your heat. Grasping one of your legs he throws it over his shoulder, plunging deeply inside you until he bottoms out, brushing against your cervix. You scream out and run your nails down his chest, marking his pristine ivory skin with red lines as he fucks you. Just as you feel your second climax building he slows, drawing out the moment, burning the image of you pinned below him into his mind. The slowed pace almost unbearable, desperate for more you finally give in and grant him his wish.

“P..please… more, please.. daddy” you whine out, finally using the title he had asked you to. The second the words leave your mouth his lips are on yours and once again he resumes his inhuman pace on your heat. Animalistic grunts leave his throat as his climax builds, pulling your other leg and placing it over his shoulder. Your knees pushed almost to the sides of your face he kisses you feverishly, biting and sucking on your lips as his tongue slips into your mouth. His hand grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, drilling you down further into the mattress. Your moans of pleasure fill the room, you are certain that he’s fucking you at this inhuman pace just to hear the sounds that escape your throat.

Loki feels himself close to cumming, going to pull himself out of you to coat your stomach in his liquid.

“No, please breed me daddy. P..please fill me up” you groan out, pushing your hips down further to meet his, he flashes his villainous smile at you before he bends down, biting into the skin on your neck as he cums.

His cock pushed deep inside you, you feel his cum coating your velvet walls, the liquid spilling out of you staining the silk sheets beneath you. His hand darts to your clit, spreading the new wetness over your sensitive nub. Rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves it only takes a few seconds for you to climax with him, milking the last of his cum from his cock as your walls tense around him.

As soon as he removes himself from you, you are reminded of where you are and who your with. The horrifying reality setting in pulling you rapidly from your post coital bliss. Loki disappears from the bed, walking into the bathroom connected to your room. Alone on the bed again you pull the sheets up around you, your knees to your chest nervously waiting for him to return.

Walking back into the room he kisses you softly, pulling the sheets down passed your legs. He brings a moistened towel to your heat, cleaning you up carefully, you flinch at the contact expecting him to turn and hurt you at any given moment. Once you are all clean he places the cloth back into the bathroom and joins you in bed, pulling you into his lap.

“My perfect girl, you’ve been so good for me” he says as he strokes your hair, playfully kissing your lips and then down your neck making you giggle. You relax into him, constantly waiting for the penny to drop and for him to hurt you, but to your surprise the pain never comes.

“This is for you sweet thing” he says as he pulls a velvet box from the locked side table. Inside gently placed on a cushion is a thin golden collar with green details etched into it. He clips it around your neck and kisses all over your throat.

“You will wear this always. You are mine, my property and everyone will know” he says, slipping a finger under under the collar, pulling you up by it to kiss him.

During the night you cuddled with him constantly, you knew that it wasn’t right to feel so attached to him. He had kidnapped you and he wouldn’t be letting you go any time soon. But you felt absolutely infatuated with him, at this stage if he tried to let you go you would have screamed the house down. You belonged to him and you desperately wanted to please him.

“I love you pet” he whispered to you through the night, constantly telling you how beautiful you were and admitting his feelings for you over and over.

Over the next few weeks he trained you until you were exactly as he wanted you. Whenever he had visitors you would sit on your knees on the floor next to him, occasionally nuzzling your head into his thigh for attention. Every night he would make you tend to his every sexual whim, fucking you until you couldn’t think straight.

You know it’s wrong, you really do, but your too far gone to care. You love him.

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limiworld

3 years ago

Love in the time of Uncertainty (Loki x Female Reader)

Chapter 1

Note : (Read the synopsis here)

Summary : Chronic abdominal pain brings you to the doctor loki laufeyson himself.

Taglist : @lokiswildheartcantbebroken

Love In The Time Of Uncertainty (Loki X Female Reader)

"Order for table 10, it's one of your regulars who tips you really well so be nice" your manager said to you and you rolled your eyes, you had an intense pain in your belly again and you felt nauseous, it happened now n then but you could never find a valid reason for it. Google searching your symptoms can only give you limited information, you can't afford to go see a doctor or go to the hospital, your insurance won't cover it because hey you don't have one. What is your life. You took the tray and walked towards the table, it's Misha, one of your regulars, she's really kind to you and tips very generously, she will be a doctor soon so her life is set.

"Hi Misha how are you today, here's your favourite caesar salad" you smile. She's one of the customers that you actually really like, she have that carefree but kind vibe about her "thank you y/n, I have had the worst day today, my new boss can be a dick sometimes" she complained and you scrunched your face "that bad huh? Well atleast you're learning something right?" You ask her and she shook her head "Only reason why I would ever tolerate an asshole like him" she chuckled and you grabbed your belly as you felt the pain again "what's wrong ?" She asked you and you didn't really want to dwell on it but you told her as she asked again "Well you know what, I would check on that but that's really not my speciality, however you can come see my boss Loki " she told you as she took the first bite of her salad

"Misha I'm grateful for the offer but I really can't afford it, also what kind of name is loki?" You chuckled and she giggled at that "I know right, you haven't heard the last name yet, laufeyson, apparently his grandfather was really into norse mythology so he named his son laufey and it continued from there" she told you and you shook your head "Norse legends? So weird"

"But hey don't worry about the money, I'll get it done pro bono, just come and get it checked" she assured and after careful consideration you agreed, only a fool would deny a free service like that, plus you were in intense pain. So, that's how you ended up in the clinic of loki laufeyson "You can't just bring charity cases here Misha, this is the second time you have done this" you heard very faint yelling and back n forth between him and Misha coming from the consultation room and you wanted to leave or run but you didn't want to offend her, she was doing you a favor, a big one. He is british and apparently an asshole. Soon after that he came out of his office and passed by you, his eyes met yours and you felt your face heating up at that. You had no idea why when you heard Misha talking about him you expected a middle aged stubby looking man, he was anything but that.

He was atleast 6'3, had neither short nor long, just in between raven dark black hair, green eyes, and a fit lean frame, in short he was very attractive, he looked like he was the Adonis himself. He pased by you and went straight to his office on the other side. Misha came out soon after and she took you to get changed, since you had abdominal pain, she wanted you to change into a hospital gown type of thing "He'll be here soon"

"Misha all this time when you complained about him, you forgot to mention how gorgeous he is?" You gave her a look and she laughed "Ewww gross, I love my ladies, so I never really noticed" she told you and you shook your head "Good looking or not, he's a major grump so, but don't worry he's nice with patients"

She left and soon after loki came in and greeted you "Hello Y/N Y/L/N, I'm loki, how are you feeling today?" He kept his eyes on the clipboard as he talked, his voice so deep and rich when you could hear him clearly "I'm good today but sometimes I get this very sharp pain in here" you gestured towards your lower belly and he looked at you. He's the most gorgeous looking man you have ever laid eyes on without a doubt and you live in LA "Can you lie down, I'm gonna have to check something" he asked you to lie down on the examination table and you did, you were extremely nervous, he was putting his gloves on and you looked at him, he was effortlessly attractive, could be one of the reasons why he had so many patients, no no absolutely not, nope don't objectify him. He worked hard to become a doctor.

"Thank you for doing this for free, I really appreciate this" you told him, you really were thankful that Misha was able to get you an appointment "Thank Misha for that, not me, it was supposed to be an off day for me" you felt awful when he said that, he must be so annoyed by this "Anyways, I'm going to press several points in your abdomen, if it hurts when I pinch let me know instantly" he told you and you just nodded in response, you felt his gloved fingers, as he pressed on the side of your belly but you felt nothing other than the mild discomfort but when he pressed two inches below your belly button towards the right side, you winced and he stopped "it hurts here?" He asked as he did it again, you nod. Your brain didn't miss how close his hands were to your intimate part.

"Come sit" he took his gloves off as he walked away and sat down on his chair. You stepped down from the chair and he wrote something on the clipboard again "Ever had a surgery?" He asked you "Appendicitis, 2 years ago" you told him and he sighed "Okay I'm writing a MRI, get it done and come back to me" he told you and you sighed, how can you afford a mri if you cannot even afford to see a doctor? "I can't afford it but thank you so much for seeing me" you told him and he finally looked at you, his eyes boaring into your soul as he did "I wasn't done yet, get it done asap, go to the Maxwell hospital and give them this, they'll do it at no cost, in the meantime I'm also writing some pills, if you feel the pain again, just take one " he gave you a note and you took it from him "I don't think that's appropriate, I don't even know you, I'll feel burdened" you passed him the note back and he looked at you.

"Just keep it, when your pain will become less bearable than your fragile ego you would consider it" okay he was an asshole, there was no denying it, his gorgeous face can't make up for that attitude. "You are very rude mister , you know what I'll keep it and show you that I don't need your mercy on me" you stormed out of the consultation room but then realised that you were just in the hospital gown so you went back again awkwardly, the smirk on his face didn't help the situation. He stepped out to allow you to get changed and then you stormed out again.

You kept the note for some reason, and as he said it did become unbearable after a few days so you went to the hospital to get your mri done like a loser. Once you got the report you went back to his office. He had so many patients today, so you had to wait like an hour to see him. When you went inside he greeted you like nothing happened last time and you were thankful for that, maybe he's not so bad afterall. He told you that you had an infected scar tissue building inside and you need to get it removed soon. A surgery? You're still under loan debt from last time, so he told you he would do it pro bono again and this time you kept your words to yourself.

"Don't be nervous, I'm very skilled with my hands, and I have years of experience" he told you,you were on the surgery table waiting for this to get done as soon as possible. Years of experience like what 5 years ? You nod your head as he smiled at you and soon you felt the darkness sweeping you in, when you woke up next he was right by your bedside, he asked how you were feeling and you said something about being drowsy, you had to be in the hospital for a week and you were surprised as to how sweet he was with you, he tended to you whenever you needed, he took care of you , and fed you and he made sure you felt comfortable while you were there, and ofcourse he paid for all of this, you were drowning in his debt.

You didn't want to fall for him, but somehow you did, well it wasn't exactly hard, combine his looks with how he treated you while you healed made you see him in a different light, you could tell he was hiding something, that behind this rude mean persona, there was a softness in him wanting to jump out and you saw the glimpses of it while you were in the hospital or so you thought you did.

"Who's the last one? Theres nobody else on appointment list" you heard him asking Misha and she said you were there to see him. He called you in and you sat down but then stood up again, maybe this wasn't a good idea. "Something wrong again y/n?" He asked you and you shook your head nervously .

"No nothing is wrong ..I just" you breathe in and he tilted his head as he looked at you. "I was just wondering weather you would want to have dinner with me sometimes or a lunch or just" you stop talking as you see his jaw clenching and he stood up abruptly. "So I give you a free service and you think I did it because I'm interested in you?"

Your eyes tear up instantly as you heard him "no i just... "

"Just don't, don't make this worse please, get out of my office, I can't deal with this right now" If there was a hole in his office somewhere you would have jumped in it, never to be seen again by anyone. You didn't think he would reject you like this , and on the top of that he was throwing you out of his office. You picked up your bag and ran so fast, first time you decided to ask a guy out and he rejected you so cruely. You would never be able to show your face again to him or misha. When you ran out Misha was concerned and she tried to stop you but you didn't listen.

It was only after you were gone is when he picked up the coffee cup he kept on his table and smashed it on the ground, he was so frustrated, his eyes tearing up. He opened his drawer and took out a picture he always kept there, he ran his thumb over the face of the woman smiling so wide as she hugged him from the side. Both of them so happy, so in love, A tear escaped his eye, and he sniffed one last time before shoving the picture back into the drawer. He picked his jacket up and came out of his office, looking like his normal stoic self, Misha looked at him as he did.

"Get that mess cleaned up for me and I never want to see her again, am I clear?"

He left to his home, he can't do this all over again.

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