Lie not to me of all beings, Thor. I am Loki Liesmith, I know a lie when I hear one. Were you not the child who said you would hunt all the monsters down? I am a Jotunn, brother. Shouldn’t you be slaughtering me? Surely your father would be so proud. But alas, I shall have fun with your little Avenger friend. You can keep waiting, brother love.
Don’t think you’re special, mortal. You aren’t the only pet that I have. -He tapped his fingers against the chair irritably.- You think me concern with your state. You are wrong.
I have had enough for now. -Loki flashed a smile down at her, leaning back against his seat with his entire back.- And getting familiar, aren’t we? Manners, pet.
If that mortal sees you as a lover, does she know about the things you do to your brother, Thor? Your brother that is also a monster? Oh, I wonder if Father knows about this…
I should though, shouldI not? Surely Anthony will be a lot of fun. Even if he knows not the things you do, a pet can learn, brother. Are you underestimating the Migardians you love so much?
Oh? Then why aren’t you playing with me already, Grey Face?
I am just waiting to be filled dirty with you darling pathetic mortals.
But no, sweetheart. This is the only place you’ll ever be able to find me apart from that thing you humans call ‘Twitter’.
-He let go of her hair once he’s sure he’s done with his orgasm, and allowed her to clean him up as he rested back against his chair and shuts his eyes for a moment.- Not too bad.
Come out and play with me, sweetheart.
Your favourite God.
-Her gagging flipped a switch in Loki, he liked it when humans knew their place, beneath him and doing as he bids. He made her move her mouth against him with his hand in her hair, her humming made him arch his hips just slightly, and he let her stop at his tip, only as he pleased. Soon, he was shooting white down her throat as he held her down and steady with a smirk playing on his lips.- Swallow, swallow- ah, that’s a good girl.
Sometimes, you truly disgust me, brother. Calling yourself a man, when we’re gods, and gods who are so much better than these quims. How lovely, this punishment. How are you to know that I won’t take them off once I’m away from you? Ever so trusting, brother dearest. You forget who you deal with.