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Title: Who Is In Control?
Author: @wickednerdery
Fandom: Marvel (Cinematic) Universe
Pairing/character: Loki/Reader
Rating: Teen (bordering on Mature for darkness)
Summary: “You’ve not the faintest concept of true pain!!”
Notes: This is based on this...

Title: Who Is In Control?
Author: @wickednerdery
Fandom:
Marvel (Cinematic) Universe
Pairing/character:
Loki/Reader
Rating: Teen (bordering on Mature for darkness)
Summary: You’ve not the faintest concept of true pain!!”
Notes:
This is based on this idea and, I confess, came out angsty rather than smutty…but it does include Predator!Loki and some kinda intense/potentially hot intimidation by him, haha! The “Read More” is mostly for length, but there is a fair amount of angst/darkness in it too!

“We crave subjugation?” You ask from the other side of the glass, furious and terrified in turn. Not of him, but for him. This is not the man you know. These steel blue eyes are not his…his are a lush green. “You really believe that?”

“Oh my little Midgardian…” Loki’s delight turns psychotic, eyes narrow like a predator that’s picked up a scent. “You’ve no idea how weak your people truly are. Their bemoaning of choice, their weeping over the most minor of troubles…” He pace is slow, until it’s not and he slams the wall so that it rattles. “YOU’VE NOT THE FAINTEST CONCEPT OF TRUE PAIN!!”

A deep breath to steady nerves, keep tears from flowing, and you step forward. “Is that what you want, Loki? To hurt us? Make us yours to rule?”

“More than you could imagine.” The chuckle is growling and darkly sexual.

“You want the power.”

“I want you on your knees, mouth open, screaming for my mercies.” His eyes slide from yours to the door and back as if in invitation, challenge, to test him.

What is this thing that your love’s become? What happened in the time he was lost to you…and how do you bring his former self back? Can you? You only know you have to try. Maybe you’ll give him the way to get out, maybe you’ll step in and he’ll snap your neck…maybe you’re letting him take over the world. It’s worth the risk if you can get the man you love back.

Loki holds a cold glare as you tap the keycard, press buttons, and open the glass cell door. He doesn’t run; he steps back, eyes the door warily, as you head into the cell with him.

“Then you have to start with me.”

“Do NOT tempt me, little one.” His mind’s so chaotic not even he can tell what he’ll do. He loves you, he knows this, but as his soul fills with the blackest of thoughts, desires, he can no longer be sure of himself. The deepest parts of him beg you to flee, the rest wants to see the light fade out of your eyes under his hand.

You take a step forward. “You don’t get to decide what I do, Loki.” It’s intentional, meant to set him off, and it works.

Hand grips tight, forces you back into the wall without a moment to gain balance. You have to grab his wrist just to keep on your feet as you hit the wall. “You will do as I say!” He snaps; his other hand joins in encircling your throat, his eyes grow icier still. “Now beg…”

The pressure comes slow, deliberate in location and level. Hands avoiding windpipe, thumbs at pulse-points…he’s being careful. He’s not trying to kill you, only gain dominance. He wants submission, confirmation of his new dark and twisted thoughts on humanity. You look him straight in the eyes, unwilling to give it to him.

“I’ll not stop until you beg.” The warning comes with tightening grip.

You drop hands from his wrists, clear your throat, and stretch your neck as counter. You’ll let him kill you before you let whatever’s inside him have its victory. The pads of his fingers twitch over your skin, slip slightly as the struggle to breathe begins to overheat your body.

His eyes narrow into yours, looking for the fear, submission, acceptance of him as your ruler. He looks for something, anything, to convince him you’re begging without voice. But he finds only stubborn refusal to fold and sentiment for him. He doubles down, squeezes until you wheeze. “Can’t speak, darling?” Low thunder rolls from his chest. “Just tap the wall.” It’ll be easy to tap out, perhaps you’ll flail, hit the wall unintentionally, and he can stop.

In a fleeting look you saw it…hope. A softening of his gaze, a flicker of worry as your vision begins to darken under hands that once held you close as you slept. Sadistic amusement and rage-fueled ferocity begin to fade, his hands start to shake. Stars burst in the darkening of your sight; Loki’s eyes fade from piercing blue to earthy green. He’s coming back, your Loki is coming back.

“Stop it!” The roar is pure panic. “Tell me to stop! Make me stop!!” Dewdrops form in his eyes, trickle out and down his cheeks. You’re really not going to fold, you’re really going to let him do this. Kill you. You’d gone as mad as he has.

Not even your best efforts can keep you upright when he lets go; you land on hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air. But it’s worth it. You’ve won. “Loki,” you croak out, your own tears releasing in a wave of relief. Your Loki is still in there, he can still be reached.

There are angry red marks surrounding your neck, hand prints…his hand prints. He’s aghast, sickened, has to look away. How could he have done that, how could you have allowed it? Why didn’t you ask him, order him, to stop? No…this isn’t on you. It’s on him. The rage coursing through him begins to turn inward, hands curl into fists and he shakes as tears fall faster. “Go.” His voice shakes softly.

“Loki…”

“GO NOW!!!” This time he doesn’t give you an option; he spins on his heel, juts a hand forward, and you’re gone.


You hit soft blankets, bounce slightly on forgiving mattress, and burst into tears. So close. You had been so close. Shaking between terror and rage and sorrow you slowly lift your head to look around.

You’re not home. You’re in his room, on his bed, in Asgard. He’s flown you out of his reach entirely; well-protected, well-attended, to be well-cared for. Whatever has a hold on him lost another battle. Your Loki protects you still.


This takes places around The Avengers, if curious, and, like I said, based on an Anon’s idea that I really liked. I may do the idea in other, similar, ways in the future with other characters as well. While not the smut most of us enjoy, I did enjoy exploring Loki like this in an angsty way…I hope guys enjoy reading it!! (Thank you Anon for suggesting this and I hope you get to both read and enjoy this piece, whoever you might be! ^_^)

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