Loki, He Who Remains 3: Soft As A Feather (Patreon)

The entire room smelled of sex, a scent from the mix of their sweat and fluids. The claps of their flesh colliding resounded occasionally, and moans escaped them both.

Loki didn’t thrust fast or hard but rather slow, burying himself deep inside her, savoring the moist warmth of her squeezing walls around his phallus.

He noticed she was also slowing down. He slowly stroked her back, running the tips of his nails down the soft, curving flesh. Then, without warning, his four fingers squeezed the tender flesh of her rear end, and his thumb rubbed her other hole.

“Ah! No~” With a bit of panic, Natasha looked back with shock, her words were rejecting, but her tone was begging.

“Don’t worry. I know you're not ready… yet.” Loki smirked.

The way she squirmed and flexed her cheeks only enticed Loki further.

So, Loki allowed his thumb to glide outside, rubbing against her puckered entrance. When Natasha felt him press in gently, she clenched slightly with a soft gasp. Her eyes weren't telling him to stop.

Natasha clenched inside with each motion of his thumb to hold him in and squeeze him; the tremors of ecstasy were further increased.

Natasha lost much of her strength by then. Her muffled moans continuously escaped her mouth. Sweat and exhaustion were evident on her face. But the pleasure was still welcomed.

Sensing that he was nearing the edge, Loki slowly pushed her down, leaning into her. Natasha followed his every move, allowing him to control her body, tipping her hips higher and her head lower.

Instead of being on all fours, she laid her shoulders down completely while Loki bowed onto her, thrusting deep into her slit. Loki held both of her arms, forcing himself even deeper—bucking and arching, colliding in perfect rhythm.

“Ah… Hoh… Ah…” Whispering breaths shallowly came from her lungs every time Loki delved into her with each push. The amalgamation of their juices made enough lubrication that the wet sounds felt like music to their ears. The combined scents were almost intoxicating.

Loki positioned all his weight on her back, squeezing her warm, sweaty body onto the soft couch. Their breaths, erratic and hot, both lost in the moment.

“Oh!” Natasha moaned harder as Loki gave a slightly stronger thrust. “I… I’m… gonna… ah! Fall… oh yes… deeper….”

“Just… a little more…” Loki muttered and picked up the pace. He enjoyed devouring Natasha, but her responses were getting duller as she possessed a mortal body in the end.

Having made her climax a few times and himself twice—he decided to have the last release.

But he eased back a little, grabbed her leg, and turned her to sit, facing him. Without a word, he clawed her tender thighs, rubbing them, and felt the smoothness. He looked down at her pink, damp entrance, reddened and covered with their juices.

Natasha silently watched Loki admire her hot, wet sheath as her breasts heaved with her short breaths. Loki slid his hands to her ankles and widened her legs apart, opening her entrance further, giving him a shameless view of her stretched depths, where she ached for satisfaction.

Her head told her this was shameful, but her body screamed for more. The wider her legs spread apart, the more thrilled she felt, rushing over her in waves.

He positioned his throbbing erection against her moist entrance and leaned inside completely until her flesh touched his pelvis.

He began thrusting, pounding her insides wildly. The sounds his motions made, the friction with their juices combined, the feeling was unholy. Natasha’s eyes were closed, taking in every sensation with every push. She rubbed herself with her hands as her breasts jiggled with Loki’s movements.

But when she extended her arms to him, inviting him onto her, Loki let go of her legs and leaned over her.

He rocked inside her over and over, fucking her in missionary. He captured her pink bare tips between his lips and nibbled on them; her breasts throbbed as he kneaded them with his hands, stronger than before, combined with his attempts to hit her most intimate depths, earning deeper moans.

“Natasha…” Loki mumbled at the feeling.

“Loki… ah… mph!” She responded.

Loki continued pulsing up into her in a frenzy, his stiff shaft almost reaching a release. He wanted her, to break her, to satisfy himself with her flesh, feelings that were savage and greedy.

His lips soon left her large mounds, and his tongue licked its way up, burying his face in her neck, arousing her further.

Her skin reddened from the rushing blood; she welcomed all of him inside her, on her, with arms hugging his broadsides and back, pulling him closer on top until she felt his weight inside her depths.

“I… uhm… co…” She was unable to complete her words and came for the nth time.

She quivered beneath him, and her hips writhed on their own, with ripples of ecstasy flooding through her. Her climax rushed out as Loki’s thrusts continued stronger, feeling the heat of her release and her tight contracting walls.

“Agh…” Loki reached his peak. In his final glorious moment, he poured himself into her.

Feeling his knees weakening, he slumped down on Natasha’s body, catching his breath right by her neck.

“You are a wild one,” Loki muttered.

“And tired…” Natasha replied and closed her eyes, her breath still very short.

Loki shifted away from her body and laid down beside her, rubbing off the sweat from his face. Both of them stared at the ceiling as their hearts calmed down. The scent of their wild, long, pleasurable evening lingered heavily in the room.

But after a few seconds, Natasha turned to him and straddled his waist, still fully naked, her body warm and flesh soft. She used a hand to playfully stroke Loki’s shaft gently, not caring if it was wet and stiff, covered in their juices. “Loki… tell me honestly, why did you come back to Earth?”

Her voice was much sweeter and softer now, likely a mix of some changed feelings, but there was still a hint of cleverness. A spy was never off duty, after all. “You’re… different. The last time we met—if you were still the same, you’d have broken me, used me, and left. But now you… seem less… callous…?”

Natasha couldn’t quite place her finger on it. There was something in him that made his touch less repulsive, as he did before, the first time they met.

Loki sighed, staring at the ceiling. He stroked Natasha’s red, wet hair with the back of his hand and played with strands of her hair with his finger. He toyed with her, but didn’t want to say that, as the veil of affection was the quickest to one's mind. He was enjoying himself, so why break the toy now?

His shaft, once again, reached its full length under her teasing touch, and he felt like plundering her again. But he held back; a god still had some honor to keep.

Honestly, he had no idea what the hell he was doing. He had supreme power in the universe, with just a handful of multiversal beings above him. Yet, he felt nothing—no ambition, no pride in that power—he felt aimless.

“Asgard was attacked recently. If I had not returned, my mother would have died—I saved her. Tell me, what would you do if you were to become the most powerful being in the entire universe? What would you do next?” He asked her back, interested in seeing how she’d react.

Natasha thought about it a little, coming down from her perch, and slumping back next to him. “I can imagine enjoying the power for a while, years, even centuries perhaps—but I’d be bored soon. I don’t know; it’s impossible to answer for someone with our lifespans.”

Loki nodded and told a version of the reason he came to Earth. “A prudent argument. My purpose in coming here is to heal the strained relationship between Asgard and Earth. I’m not a fugitive in the eyes of Asgard, so there is no reason to be one here.”

Natasha had no way of knowing whether he was telling the truth. She could only hope, as there was no way she could restrain him alone. She placed her head onto his chest and asked in whispers, while also stroking his shaft with one hand. “How would you do that?”

Loki was aroused but in control. He knew this was her attempt to find the truth from him, a laughable attempt. “I have a proposition—I’ll repair the destroyed parts of New York City as they were before the battle.”

“What about the dead?” She asked.

Loki didn’t offer to revive the dead, as it would create pointless enemies out of entities such as Death. “Monetary compensation, perhaps.”

Natasha stopped stroking him and rose to look at him face to face, inches away; her breast also squeezed on his chest. She grinded her damp folds along his length. “If you’re telling the truth and can truly do that. There’s a slight chance that Fury would agree—but he’s not someone to trust others that easily.”

Loki cupped her soft mounds and toyed with them, pinching her engorged tips. “You should know that even if you decide to reject my offer, there is nothing you can do to restrain me.”

She smiled wickedly and leaned forward to lick Loki’s lips, “Aren’t I enough to restrain you?”

“Haha.” Loki laughed and sat up, grabbing her by the hips, squeezing her flesh, and pressing her wet folds closer to his length. Her legs, wide around his waist, her arms around his neck, they stared at each other’s face. “I’m not done tasting this Midgardian flower just yet.”

Natasha bit on Loki’s neck and licked it while whispering. “But this flower is not exclusive to you—It's a work hazard."

Loki wrapped his arms around her slim waist, and his head pressed onto her soft breast. He squeezed her tight on his body until she felt his overwhelming strength. He didn’t hurt her but pressed enough that they felt each other’s bodily heat. “I’m claiming this flower—whoever touches it shall find an unfortunate end—accidents happen. After all, humans are fragile.”

“Oh…” She moaned abruptly as she felt Loki’s teeth biting on her nipples. “And how do I call my hero if this flower is in danger?”

Loki pulled her back and stood up, still holding her in his arms by her ass, her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked over to the bar and placed her on it. Then, he freed her.

With a wave of his hand, a small, black, round bean appeared in his hand. “Keep this with you if you ever wish to communicate with me… Your words will reach me no matter where I am in the universe—just take my name three times.”

Natasha took it with interest and assessed it. It seemed like nothing special, just a black round thing with a smooth surface.

Loki pulled himself away from her at last, losing touch with her skin. “But remember, if you ever give this to someone—to test and analyze—it will be breaking my trust. The moment you do that, everything shall end.”

It was a simple, cheap device that didn’t even cost a hundred credits in space. But Loki made it seem like a treasure to test Natasha’s long-term commitment—a subtle way of manipulating the spy.

She didn’t say anything and looked around to find a bathroom. Soon, she picked up her leather, body-hugging suit and left for it. Somehow, she didn’t worry that Loki would leave, nor did she ask.

A minute later, she came out looking as stunning as ever, with neat, straight hair and her black leather suit strapped with belts holding guns and explosives. “Coming with me?”

“You’re coming with me,” Loki replied and created the mirror-like portal.

She didn’t reject him and spoke into the comms. “Sorry for the delay. There was some… aggressive exchange. The location is secured, and I have the package. I’m leaving for New York. Send in the troops and bag the bodies.”

After giving out orders, she stepped beside Loki, regaining her serious composure. “So we go through this? Where to?”

“A three-hour-long aggressive exchange?” Loki teased her and got back to the point. “This will lead us to SHIELD’s headquarters.”

Natasha’s thin brow rose, “That’s going to cause some panic.”

“Exciting,” Loki replied and walked right in. Not far behind, Natasha followed, contemplating what the hell she just did. She was supposed to entice him and capture him; she was Black Widow. But instead, she ended up enjoying it and almost… liking it?

The moment they crossed over, the heavy sounds of alarms in the building reached their ears. There were agents with semi-automatic guns and two armed attack helicopters in the air.

"What a reception," Loki murmured, dissipating his portal once Natasha crossed over.

Natasha dangled the cylindrical container in her hands, “Don’t shoot—there’s plutonium in this.”

“Romanoff?!” Nick Fury’s voice reverberated through the speakers just then. “You caught Loki?”

Natasha almost scoffed at that statement and nodded, “I found him in Columbia.”

"I arrive bearing an offering," Loki said proudly and playfully, not really seeing their weapons as much of a threat."I shall mend the destru—”

Bang!

All of a sudden, a gunshot came. Following that, all the agents opened fire in agitation. Loki angrily moved in front of Natasha and allowed the bullets to strike his body. They touched him and bounced away as if they were nothing but little pebbles.

Loki snapped his finger, and time abruptly stopped. The bullets froze in mid-air, appearing like countless dots. However, the soldiers were conscious and could see it; they just couldn’t move their bodies.

Natasha came out from behind Loki and looked on in surprise. She looked toward the control tower and noticed the aged man standing beside Fury, holding the gun that fired the first shot. She felt annoyed, as she would have also died in the crossfire if not for their ‘enemy.’

“I can smell some tension,” Loki said, looking in the same direction. “It seems the SHIELD is also surrounded by buffoons, no better than my brother.”

“That’s Alexander Pierce, Secretary of the World Security Council,” Natasha explained. “His actions are not SHIELD’s or humanity’s actions. Try to ignore him.”

“Agent Romanoff, bring him up.” Fury’s command soon followed. “And free those poor men.”

Loki followed Natasha into the building, and once he entered the elevator, he allowed time to move. The hovering bullets fell, and the agents dropped to their knees in fright, as the experience was akin to sleep paralysis.

But to Loki’s surprise, he found someone standing in the elevator, welcoming him with a stare. Covered with a star on his chest, a suit of blue and white, and a shield in one hand—Captain America was ready for duty.

Captain America gazed at Loki with conflicted eyes, “Loki.”

“Captain.” Loki acknowledged him.

Captain America glanced at Natasha and asked concerningly in a low voice. “You alright?”

“Almost, just a little ache in a few places,” Natasha replied with a hidden smirk.

Soon enough, the elevator door opened, and they were ushered into the large control room tower. Fury, with his eyepatch and bald head, stared at Loki continuously, probably cursing a few hundred times in his head.

“What are you doing on my planet?” Fury questioned straightforwardly.

Loki smirked, noticing how the man said ‘my planet,’ likely living in the delusion that it’s his job to protect it. “I offer to repair your destroyed city to what it was before the invasion and monetarily compensate the families of the dead.”

Fury narrowed his one eye at him, “And what do you get?”

“Nothing,” Loki replied. “I don’t care about conquering your planet anymore. The invasion was, for the most part, not aimed at capturing your planet but rather at getting the Tesseract. An interstellar warlord by the name of Thanos desires to have it—and he will surely return to take it as you possess his scepter as well now, which has an item similar to the Tesseract.”

“How strong is this so-called warlord?” Fury asked the main question.

Loki shrugged and answered. “The army that attacked this city wasn’t even a small percentage of his strength. He didn’t send his Black Order to fight. He’s infamous across the galaxies, as he subjugates planets, plunders them, and holds a fetish of killing half the life of all conquered planets, which he calls balancing.”

Fury’s face fell. “Motherfucker!… And will Asgad protect us? You’re gods, right? Earth is one of your realms, isn’t it?”

“I can protect the planet.” Loki offered, knowing very well they wouldn't accept.

“I’d rather drink poison.” Fury hissed and looked at his Deputy Director. “Agent Hill, notify me when Thor returns with Dr. Foster. I would like to speak with Odin and see if there is something to discuss.”

“He won’t help,” Loki said, as he knew Odin well.

Fury stared at him again. “Let’s see how you stand by those words…”

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Loki left the SHIELD headquarters and flew to the destroyed site in the city. It was easy for him to do with the help of his new abilities and the vast knowledge that had taken hold of his head.

With all the power in the world, here I am, wasting it on Midgardians. Loki questioned himself.

As soon as he clicked the buttons on his TemPad, a spacetime distortion began to take place in the sky. The entire area of the destroyed city was covered with time distortion, inside which everything stopped initially, and then the time-reversed, bringing back what was damaged. The humans remained unaffected by them, but the buildings reappeared as if they had never been touched.

Within a few seconds, Loki repaired all the damage. The time distortion vanished, and Loki proudly watched the humans gasp in awe at his floating form.

BOOM!

To Loki’s annoyance, a Bifrost bridge came from the sky and fell nearby. When the magical energy vanished, Thor and Jane Foster emerged, leaving a scorched circular pattern on the surface of a recently repaired street.

“LOKI! Tell me what you’re doing! You can…” Thor tried to yell at him but was pulled back by Jane Foster to the side.

“Hey! Jane! Is that you?!”

Just then, a loud call resounded in those empty streets. Since the roadblocks were still there, the people were unable to enter the repaired streets. But one woman jumped over the blocks and came running, a coffee cup in her hand, a beanie on her head, and her body modestly covered with long black stockings, a sweater, a shirt, and a jacket.

“Darcy!” Jane Forster exclaimed and went to hug the new arrival.

“Oh hey, thunder guy.” Darcy, with her bubbly personality, greeted Thor. “You look… same.”

Thor shook her hand, “For Asgardians, the passage of time flows differently—Wait, Loki, don’t you dare run away!”

Loki sighed, “Look around you. I repaired the city destroyed in the invasion—I have no interest in conquering little planets. Get that in your thick skull, Thor. Screaming something won’t change reality.”

Jane agreed and pulled Thor to the side to calm him down. But they only started arguing with each other more.

“Woah! You’re Loki?” Darcy exclaimed and skipped closer to him to get a better look. “Aren’t you supposed to be evil or something? Why are you so good-looking?”

Loki rarely met such careless humans, as Thor annoyed him enough. “Who are you?”

“Jane’s friend and assistant. By the way, can you beat Thor in a fight? Aren’t you brothers?” Darcy asked many questions, like a cat with a new toy.

Loki, meanwhile, wondered something. Jane’s friend? Then she must know every little secret about Jane. I can indirectly influence Thor with her.

“Yes, I can. Yes, we are brothers. And your friend just flew away with Thor.” Loki pointed behind her.

Darcy looked back and stomped her feet in annoyance. She was at best five foot three, much shorter than Loki, but had more spirit than she looked. “Shoot! Why did she call me here then? Ugh… The research RV is still in Texas.”

Just then, Darcy looked behind, and a big, rosy smile passed on her glistening face. “Loki, can you also fly?”

“I can teleport,” Loki replied, his brow raised.

“You can tele-what-port? That’s so sick! Can you take me to Texas, please? I have to get the truck.”

Quite gullible. Loki felt getting secrets from her was going to be easy.

“Sure.” He agreed.

“Eeee!” She screamed in delight and jumped to hug Loki, and clutched his right arm close to herself, pressing it on her chest unknowingly.

But at that moment, Loki felt shocked. He looked down where his arm was pressed. The cushiony feeling he felt, the softness and the sheer volume—he couldn’t believe the clothes were hiding so much underneath. Her shorter stature was hiding her lusty, sinful curves.

Darcy didn’t let go of his arm and kept hugging it, not bothering where it was pressing on her body. “So, how do we go? Is it like Harry Potter? Or like Goku?”

“Who are they?” Loki asked, stopping himself from being distracted by the sheer size he had failed to notice before. Only now that he took a better look, he noticed her voluptuous figure, the thick, full, and likely soft thighs. Her wide and sultry hips, and the mounds that his arm was pressed against. And her face—not the best, but there was a charm to her, especially in that big smile and her bubbly personality.

“Nothing, ignore my rambling.” Darcie excitedly went back to the teleportation topic.

Loki wasted no time and made the teleportation gate. He walked over to the other side with her and made the gate disappear, immediately confusing all the SHIELD agents keeping an eye on him.

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“That was awesome, Loki!” Darcy exclaimed, her hands shaking with excitement. “Wait, where are we? This looks like… that town.”

Loki knew he couldn’t accurately arrive where the RV was. So he went forward and confidently lifted her in surprise. His one hand caught her back, and the other went under her thighs. The moment Loki held her up, he felt his hands sink into her feathery, soft, exciting flesh. It was an otherworldly feeling as she yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her heavy, ample globes on his chest, “Tell me where to go.”

After that, he flew up and headed to wherever she pointed at. They eventually arrived above a wasteland-like desert and soon found a large RV parked in the middle of nowhere.

“There! That’s the one.” She chirped.

Loki flew down and landed beside it. His hand holding her back groped the side of her heavy breasts as he lavished in that feeling. Loki was interested, as he only ever went for the fit and warrior ones before, and this was the first time he was finding someone with such a full, curvy body that attractive.

Darcy jumped from his arms, opened the door, and ran inside. Loki followed inside and found it quite spacious but not to his liking. It was like a home on wheels, but with many computers and gadgets. There were a few places to sit and sleep at the back of the truck.

“No!” Darcy shouted suddenly. “The computers crashed! All my research is gone! Damn, you, Thor—his thunder caused this! Oh, I’m gonna fail my research paper.”

Loki, unbothered, looked around to find anything about Jane that he could use against Thor if needed. “What research?”

Darcy looked at Loki with puppy eyes, “I recorded the data of the space distortion of the rainbow bridge thing Thor uses—it was great…”

Loki hummed and took out an orb from his pocket. It was palm-sized, “This is a Black Hole Grenade from the Dark Elves. Why not record its data?”

Loki gave a helping hand to drown the girl with a heavy feeling of gratefulness. To erase all her mental walls of worry regarding him. Make her forget anything terrible about him.

“My knight in shining armor!” Darcy fake cried and jumped to hug Loki, and he had no complaints, for he enjoyed what was between them.

So they walked out of the RV, and Loki brought her to a safer distance. Darcy carefully set up all the needed equipment to record any kind of data possible, as well as a video recorder, “Go ahead… my hero~”

Loki was amused by her personality. He activated the grenade and threw it at a giant boulder nearby. The grenade exploded and created black distortions, almost like a black hole. It sucked everything into it, the boulder, the sand, the cactuses nearby, and a chunk of the ground.

A few seconds later, the bomb stopped its cycle. The machines beeped continuously, and Darcy’s jaw hung open.

“Did I just record gravitational waves? But… they’re supposed to be theoretical!” She shouted to herself, shocked. Wasting no time, she took all the reading and ran into the RV again to check it.

Loki sighed and walked back inside. However, the first thing he noticed was how she took off her beanie and jacket. Her sweater made her voluptuous figure appear even more enticing, every curve and contour invitingly outlined. Her porcelain skin provided a stark and enticing contrast to her long raven-black hair.

She wore her glasses and looked at the computer screen.

“Holy moly!” Darcy exclaimed again and looked at Loki as if he was the greatest treasure in the universe. She jumped from her chair, rushed over to him, and grabbed his hands. “Do you mind if I publish this? I can get my Ph fucking D. and so much more!”

“Go ahead,” Loki replied.

She pleadingly looked into his eyes. “Can I use your name as the co-author? Otherwise, nobody will believe how I recorded a black hole… please?”

Loki smirked and scooped one arm over her inviting waist to feel her soft figure, “Nothing in this world is free—How about we play a game of questions, darts, and drinks?”

“You’re a god. How could I win?” Darcy complained, logically.

Loki used his other hand to caress her pale neck, making her arousingly giggle, “True, but no risk, no reward.”

Darcie breathed heavily. Being much shorter, she gazed up at his handsome face almost submissively and felt his tight grip around her waist—it was quite exciting. Being with Jane, she was never the one to receive any ounce of attention, and this felt very different.

“And what’s this game?” She asked while stepping closer to him until their bodies touched.

Loki lightly clenched her throat in his hand, and then caressed it up to her chin, lifting her face. He brought his own face closer to hers, leaning over until they could feel each other’s breath.

“Throw a dart from here. If it hits anywhere on the mark, the winner gets to ask a question. If it misses, the loser removes a piece of their clothing and takes a shot of a drink.”

Darcy almost squirmed under his seductive hold, and rubbed her legs together as she felt the heat already. She didn’t know if she could trust him with everything Thor had said about him, but then again, she felt like she had nothing important to lose. “Sounds… hot.”

“I’ll go first.” Loki moved to set the target and pick up some darts he saw in the RV.

Feeling the loss of his touch, Darcie almost complained. But in her head, she already knew how to steer the game to the exciting part—she just had to keep losing.