• Oh, Loki would have a fit if his beautiful s/o cut their hair.
• Not an angry fit! An “Oh my god, Y/N you look stunning!” Fit.
• You find Loki taking more glances at you than usual.
• His fingers find their way into your locks, playing with your hair fondly.
• “What? Jealous that I have shorter and cuter hair than you?” You joke.
• “No, my Darling, not jealous. I’m simply… infatuated.”
• This makes you laugh. “Why? I just cut my hair, it’s not like I had an entire style change.”
• “I like change. I like this. You look even more stunning than before, and I cannot believe that it was possible.”
• “Everything you say is so beautiful and so cheesy. I love you.”
• Loki would miss the long hair only because it was akin to a leash for his hands to grip as he fucked you.
• Having you on all fours, hands tangling into your gorgeous locks, Loki loved the sight of it.
• But now, he enjoys this even more.
• Little did he know that when he grips your short hair so close to your scalp, yanking you any way he sees fit, you get remarkably aroused.
• “Hm. Now how are we going to do this.” He’s standing behind you, eyeing your body, while you wait for his next move.
• His hands caress the side of your neck, almost as if he’s massaging your shoulders.
• One hand travels further up as he marvels at his beautiful pet.
• Long fingers brush through your hair, petting you, making a shiver run down your spine.
• With gentle force, his fingers grip your hair out of the blue and has your neck straining.
• He pulls your head back, enough to expose your neck to any assault he could muster.
• Lips find their way to your ear, and you shudder.
• “How’s this, Y/N? Does this feel good, my pet?”
• A breathy “Yes.” is all you can say, secretly wishing his other hand would wrap around your neck.
• “Good.” In a second, Loki’s grip tightens and has your neck straining as you’re pulled.
• “You like this much more than you’re letting on, pet.”
• You try to stay quiet, not wanting to sound whorish in less than 2 minutes.
• His free hand wraps its way around your neck, and his other hand somehow tightens further into your hair, making you hiss in pain.
• Damn. So much for not sounding like a whore.
• A wanton moan escapes your lips and your legs tremble.
• “There we go. That’s my little whore. Now get on the bed and bend over.”
• He shoves your body roughly towards the bed and you just about stumble over your quivering legs.
• “Don’t even think about trying to hide those moans again, love. I’ll get them out, sooner or later.”