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Agitation, disgust, irritation, annoyance: All these words and more just scraped the surface of how you felt when you saw Loki. He was always so sure of himself, a complete and utter asshole. All he ever cared about was not being wrong, not what was actually right.

It had been a lifetime of competition between Loki and you. From the time you were in school learning magic, up to diplomatic missions, the two if you always tried to one up each other. Even in balls and galas, the two of you tried to out dress, out impress each other.

And tonight was no different. You were clad in a gold and black dress, gold intricate lace cut into a heart shape adorned the top half with flowing black fabric that had a high thigh slip. Frigga would surely say something to you tomorrow, most likely finding the tight material to be inappropriate, but you would deal with the consequences then. All that mattered now was getting more attention than Loki. And you were.

Men, and even women, stared at you, undressing you with their eyes as you sauntered around the ballroom, a glass of the finest wine in your hand and a smirk plastered on your brightly painted red lips. Catching Loki's gaze from his place at the bar, you made your way to him, confidence and arrogance bubbling in you.

"Good evening, Prince." A sarcastic tone dripped from your tongue before pulling you glass back to your mouth to keep you from saying anything too harsh too soon.

"Didn't know we invited common whores to balls now," He started coldly, taking one glance at your ensemble.

Swallowing the berry flavored liquid you shook your head. "New low for you, Loki. Especially knowing your brother probably has three in his chambers right now. Besides, the game is to see whoever can get the most attention. And well, it looks like you're just a sore loser."

"You don't win if you play dirty."

"And you've played dirtier." The words left you lips like a snap.

Loki's jaw clenched involuntarily and he grabbed his drink, leaving your presence. The lack of him gave others a false invitation to try and win you over that night. But at this point, you had set you mind on winning him over.

It wasn't long before you found yourself at his side again. This time, it was on the balcony. Much more quiet and the stars dancing in the midnight sky. It was beautiful and serene. For a split second, you could have sworn you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him standing there, holding his helmet in his hands and staring up at the sky.

Shaking off the feeling you've had one too many times, you move to his side. "Pulling away from the party already?" You asked, voice more questioning than accusing.

"I grew tired of hearing men talk about your appearance tonight." He didn't even bother looking in your direction. "They can't stand you when you use your brain, but the second you use your body they want you all to themselves."

You shrugged, "A win's a win for me, Prince. Since when do you care what other men think of me anyway?"

He glanced in your direction now. "You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Loki didn't say anything else before heading back inside, leaving you alone once again.

It didn't discourage you though, you followed him, looking like a lost puppy to people watching you. It was odd really, to see you following him. A creeping thought snuck into the forefront of your mind I dress up like this for him and he doesn't even look my way. Quickly shaking your head you hushed the thought, not quite sure where it came from.

"Don't you have better things to do than follow me, Lady (Y/N)?" He asked as he headed into the hallway, leaving the party.

Finally stopping, you realized you weren't sure why you were following him. Any other time you'd be enjoying yourself, ignoring him completely. "I..." You shook your head. "Why won't you look at me?"

He scoffed some. "You don't want to know, darling." Loki's voice was deeper than usual, practically threatening but somehow making you more curious.

"Then why did I ask?"

"Because you don't know what's for your own good."

He attempted to walk away but you grabbed his wrist. "Why won't you look at me?" You repeated, irritation in your voice.

Something made Loki snap. Before you could register what was going on, your back was against the wall and Loki had you pinned with his hands on either side of your head. "Darling, it is taking everything I have not to rip this dress off of you and mark you up as my own."

A shiver made it's way down your spine, core quickly heating up. "For someone who hates me so much, you're being awfully lustful."

"Who ever said I hate you, little one? The mere sight of you drives me insane. All these years spent trying to impress you and you treated them as a damned competition."

"Impress me?" You suddenly felt smaller, an ache starting the make itself evident between your thighs.

"Mhm," his lips were centimeters away from yours at this point.

"Then why don't you."

Loki smashed his lips against yours, immediately pulling the air from your lungs and shocking every nerve in your body. It felt as though a spark had ignited into a wildfire between you two, his hands moving away from you and to your hips, pulling you close to him.

The distant sound of people chattering and having a good time quickly disappeared. Pulling away from his lips you took not in the change of scenery, the two of you know in his room. "You can leave if you want, darling. I won't make you do something you don't wish to do."

With a soft scoff and a roll of the eyes, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to you, kissing him. Moving to card your hands through his hair, you tugged, making clear that you wanted him.

The faint taste of chocolate and liquor was left on his lips and it was more intoxicating than any drink you would have had tonight. In general, Loki was intoxicating to you. He was magnificent in every way possible; It was no wonder he always took over your thoughts. But years of thinking he saw you as nothing more than a pest turned your lust into ambition, wanting to always prove your worth.

But you didn't need to. He saw you in every way possible. He wanted you in every way possible. Loki growled against your lips every time you tugged.

He pulled away from your lips, walking you towards his bed. "If I have to wait any longer for you, little one, this isn't going to end pretty."

A smirk toyed at your lips, pulling your dress off your shoulders and lets it pool around your ankles, revealing your lack of undergarments. "Take what you want, my King."

A new wave of arousal shot through him and before you could process anything you were beneath him, his lips on your neck and marking every bit of skin he touched. He nibbled and sucked and licked every sensitive bit of your skin, delighted in the moans he pulled from you.

With a snap of his fingers his clothes were discarded and he was shamelessly rutting against you, letting you feel how hard you had made him. As whimpers and whines left your lips, voiceless pleas for him to fuck you, he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, teasing your entrance his the head of his cock.

"Tell me you want it." His voice was rougher than you had ever heard it. "Tell me how badly you want me."

A strangled whine left your lips, "Please Loki, please fuck me. Please make me yours."

He wasn't waiting any longer, deciding teasing could take place on a later occasion. He pressed himself into you, burying himself until his pelvic bone was pressed against you. The mixture of your moans and fluttering walls had him on cloud nine. After allowing you a second to adjust, he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips back in, pulling a loud nearly scream like moan from you.

Loki was drunk off of your noises, each little whimper and gasp spurring him on. His lips were either on yours or marking your skin up more, determined for everyone to know who you belonged to now. He sensed you end building, walls getting tighter around him as your body sporadically spazzed. Reaching down between the two of you, he pressed a cool finger to your clit, drawing figure eights in the excited bundle of nerves, quickly dragging you closer to your high.

Once he was sure you were teetering on the edge of bliss, he pulled back some wanting to watch you come undone beneath him. The sight was something he dreamt of, and when you finally dove into the euphoria with a scream of his name, eyes pinched shut, head thrown back, body arched, he swore he had died and gone to heaven. 

Loki pulled out of you, falling beside you and pulling you to him before you could make a move. "Did I impress you, darling?" His voice was wrecked with an after sex gravel.

Your words came out broken as you tried to catch your breath. "You did good, but I think we just found the next tier of our competition."

He chuckled softly, planting a kiss on your forehead. "And I promise you I'll win this one."

~L