Fic: "Worshiping the Trickster", a Loki/Jaina crack!ship fic Part Three
Here be smut, kids. This chapter is NC-17.
To say that things between them became awkward after the kiss would be a complete and utter disservice to the very definition of the word. They weren’t just awkward, they were downright uncomfortable.
They needed to talk about the kiss. Jaina knew they did, even if she didn’t want to. Not that they would have the chance for that particular conversation, because only two days after he left her confused and breathless Loki had disappeared again. At first Jaina had just assumed he was gone for another one of his random day trips, but when she didn’t see him at dinner that night or at breakfast the next morning, she knew it was more than just that. By the time that he had been absent an entire week, she had simply resigned herself to the fact that Loki was gone.
She just wished she didn’t feel so awful about it and desperately tried to ignore that little ache in her heart. Jaina was no stranger to that particular ache and she knew that, in time, it would go away.
So when she was in the midst of cleaning up the training room (after taking out her frustrations on a poor, unsuspecting student) and she felt the ‘pop’ of a presence she almost didn’t want to acknowledge it. And she knew it was Loki, and knowing that made her want to ignore him all the more. But ignoring Loki was an impossible feat.
“Is that what being the God of Mischief entails- falling out of the sky, then leaving after kissing the girl?”
She’d meant for the words to come out as sarcastic and biting, but they were far too hurt sounding for comfort. Hoping to hide this, she kept her back turned from him as she finished sorting the training-saber rack. At any moment Loki could have simply shifted in to stand in front of her, but he didn’t. It spoke volumes as to how this little interlude would go, and while she could have left it at that and continued to ignore him, she couldn’t help but finally turn around.
Loki was in what she had come to know as full Asgardian mode- all leather and metal armor and an almost intoxicating blend of power and danger. His eyes seemed darker than ever and she didn’t know if she wanted to take a step back or a step closer.
“I am not the man for you, Jaina Solo.”
Jaina snorted at him (her mother would kill her for that) and crossed her arms over her chest. It was obviously not the reaction he had been anticipating.
“And you presume to know what’s best for me? You know nothing about me, Loki.”
“I know plenty. I know that just six months ago your parents shot down the ship flown by the man you professed to once love. That you feel alone and isolated after losing one brother and fear that the other is becoming nothing but a stranger to you now. I know that the others here are still learning to trust you again, and that you sometimes question trusting yourself.”
The air in the room crackled with energy then- how dare he? How dare he take those things, things she had told him in confidence and turn them against her? Anger boiled up within her and had this been happening a few years ago she would have been feeling that energy crackling in her fingertips and not just the air itself. But that anger still needed an outlet, which she found in the form of flinging any of the objects in the immediate area towards him.
This did not seem to please Loki, at all. And he almost seemed bored as said projectile objects fell with a dull thud a good foot or more away from him. And this, in turn, only served to add fuel to the fire for Jaina. With a low growl she jumped at him, using the Force as a boost and easily closed the distance between them. It obviously took him off guard because she managed to get in a good swing or three against the damn bastard before he could even react and think to fight back.
But that was the end of Jaina having the upper hand. She blinked- and then she was down on the ground, her teeth clashing together from the impact of her head hitting the training mat. She blinked again, and he had her flipped around, his chest pressing against her. He had one hand clenched around her neck, pinning her face to the mat and the other twisted her arm behind her back.
“Get off of me!”
This was where she should struggle. And she did- just not as enthusiastically as she probably should have. Jaina was a trained Jedi; there were any number of techniques at her disposal to get out of the situation, but none of them seemed to be coming to mind.
“No.”
Jaina growled at him again, at his refusal, but she felt more frustrated than angry now.
“What the hell do you want, Loki?”
There was a long silence then where the only thing audible in the room was the beating of their hearts and their harsh breaths. Loki’s hands on her clenched and unclenched as he was obviously in the midst of some internal battle.
“What I should not want. What I cannot have.”
Three things happened in quick succession then; the doors to the training room slammed shut and locked (they had a lock?), Loki’s hand left her arm to slide under the waistband of her pants, and Jaina moaned as his fingers slid aside the material of her panties and quickly sought out her clit.
Now that definitely got her moving, though for entirely different reasons. Jaina was struck with the overwhelming need for more. More contact, more pressure. But Loki was holding her firmly in place, his other hand still on the back of her neck, his hips pinning her down. The obvious erection that she had been trying to ignore since he’d gotten her into this position was now all the more apparent.
Logic would dictate that they should stop now while they still could. This wasn’t right- they still hardly knew each other, he wasn’t going to stick around, and there was the lingering possibility of someone discovering the locked doors and then doing something about that.
But logic fled her mind right about the time that Loki pressed two fingers up into her already wet cunt. Jaina cried out, then again as started to thrust them in and out, his thumb shifting up to rub against her clit. The sounds pulled from her lips sounded foreign to her. Loki’s breath was hot against her ear as he kept her pinned down while working her into a frenzy. She let out a few choice Corellian curses in between the whimpers, and a few more curses in other various languages when he suddenly withdrew those magical (literally? figuratively?) fingers.
The loss of contact left her reeling, but it was nothing to get too worked up about because not three seconds later she felt Loki tug down her pants and underwear. Half a second after that she could hear the distinct sound of leather being shifted around and then his cock slammed into her and she almost forgot to breathe and oh my stars did it ever hurt in all the right ways.
His hand was still on her neck, pinning her down, as if to remind her just who was in charge here. Not that she needed that reminder, not with the way Loki was slamming into her, or how his arm had shifted under her to pull her hips up and get her in just the position he wanted. Jaina wasn’t normally so...compliant in her various sexual encounters (okay, so various made her seem like some sort of sex goddess, and there had really only been Jag, and the last time was years ago) but she felt no desire or need to do anything about it. In fact, she was enjoying this, the rawness of it, the way the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room, the way she knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
What she was holding over from said previous encounters was an innate ability to remain relatively quiet, a skill honed and well needed thanks to limited time and privacy (and her predilection for using conference rooms). That changed, however, when Loki’s fingers found her clit again and started rubbing and she let out a loud, long chain of moans and whimpers. She could practically feel the smug grin on his face and had half a mind to do something about it, but lost all ability to maintain a coherent thought when he shifted angles slightly and his cock was hitting her in just the right place and his fingers rubbed her clit harder and at any moment she was going to explode.
Her orgasm came fast and hard, fitting for the tone of this little dalliance in the training room. Back arched, muscles tensed, and Loki’s hand finally left her neck to cover her mouth just in time to muffle her loud cries. His own climax would follow just seconds later and she almost wished she were on her back instead so she could see his face (just what did a God look like when he came?).
When he rolled off of her she flopped next to him. Loki didn’t strike her as the sort to cuddle after sex, so she settled for slinging a leg over his. Now what? Obviously they needed to have a serious talk. There were so many things to discuss, so many grievances to air, so many concerns and fears and obvious points of just how galactically bad of an idea this all was.
“I’m still mad at you.” Spoken to his profile while he still stared up at the ceiling and she was in no rush to move to get a good look at him.
“I know.”
~~~~
They would talk later, once back in the privacy of her room (and after a brief interlude in a supply closet). Loki had finally shed the leather and armor and currently sat propped up on some pillows on her bed, the sheet pulled up to his hips. His skin was perfect; smooth, flawless, and almost impossibly pale in the dim lighting. There were no scars or other blemishes and she had to wonder if that was just one of the many perks of being a God.
She didn’t ask him, though, because then it was far easier to trick herself into believing the illusion that Loki was just some guy she had met and not a God from another dimension. But even Jaina wasn’t naive enough to believe that would last forever.
“You do realize that my time in your dimension is not permanent.”
It seemed Loki was fully intent on destroying that illusion. His voice was softer than she had ever heard it before and she wondered just how much of that statement had been aimed at himself.
“I know.”
“I do not wish for you to become too...attached.”
Jaina sighed and pushed herself up off of her stomach to sit up. “Are you still on about that ‘I am not the man for you, Jaina Solo’ business?”
Loki’s response was a sigh of his own, but Jaina pressed on. “Look, I get it. You’re a God and I’m a mortal and our paths are not entwined. It’s fine, Loki. Really. I’m not looking for a long term relationship right now, trust me.” She paused then to gauge his reaction, and it seemed that hearing her accept the nature of whatever this was had settled his nerves. “But just humor me for a moment and play the hypothetical game. What if you were staying here, for good? What then?”
The God of Mischief was quiet for a long while, and she nearly spoke again until he too sat up and gave her a look that kept her silent.
“Jaina...” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. It was the most human thing she had ever seen him do. “I am not a true child of the All-Father. I was taken, stolen, by Odin. My life was a lie, a life overshadowed by my brother. I have plotted horrible things, sought out the control of Asgard, betrayed all those who thought to trust me.”
It was quite the revelation, and Jaina could tell that even then he was holding things back. But that was best left to another conversation.
“Are we really going to play the ‘Who has the most family drama?’ game? Because I think stand a pretty good chance of winning by playing the whole ‘I’m the granddaughter of Darth Vader’ card.”
Now that little tidbit certainly caught his attention. Her ancestry was one of the areas she had glanced over when they’d first met. One of Loki’s elegant eyebrows rose as he watched her, as if contemplating his next move.
“I have killed.”
Jaina’s eyes narrowed for a moment before she crossed her arms over her chest, defiant till the end.
“So have I.”
Loki sighed. “Are you always this stubborn?”
“I’m a Solo. We’re renowned for our stubbornness.” She smirked at him, and she could see a ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. They both fell silent for a moment, and she could feel the mood shift back to something slightly more on the serious side.
“Does being the grandchild of the last Dark Lord of the Sith not....”
“What? Scare me? Make me fear that my heritage dictates my future?” Her eyes danced across his face as she studied him, and she knew he had asked himself those questions before. She’d asked them of herself too, many times.
“When my brother Anakin was killed, I was lost. I was so angry, so hurt, and I came very close to losing myself forever. But I’ve learned something over the years. We all have a dark side, Loki. The trick is learning how to control it, instead of letting it control you.”
That seemed to satisfy some unspoken question of his, and soon enough the need for sleep overtook the need for answers. There were no awkward moments when it came to the sleeping arrangements; Loki stayed where he was, and Jaina didn’t think to suggest otherwise. She drifted off quickly, only waking up once in the night to find him curled against her with one arm draped almost possessively over her.
So the God of Mischief was a cuddler.
To say that things between them became awkward after the kiss would be a complete and utter disservice to the very definition of the word. They weren’t just awkward, they were downright uncomfortable.
They needed to talk about the kiss. Jaina knew they did, even if she didn’t want to. Not that they would have the chance for that particular conversation, because only two days after he left her confused and breathless Loki had disappeared again. At first Jaina had just assumed he was gone for another one of his random day trips, but when she didn’t see him at dinner that night or at breakfast the next morning, she knew it was more than just that. By the time that he had been absent an entire week, she had simply resigned herself to the fact that Loki was gone.
She just wished she didn’t feel so awful about it and desperately tried to ignore that little ache in her heart. Jaina was no stranger to that particular ache and she knew that, in time, it would go away.
So when she was in the midst of cleaning up the training room (after taking out her frustrations on a poor, unsuspecting student) and she felt the ‘pop’ of a presence she almost didn’t want to acknowledge it. And she knew it was Loki, and knowing that made her want to ignore him all the more. But ignoring Loki was an impossible feat.
“Is that what being the God of Mischief entails- falling out of the sky, then leaving after kissing the girl?”
She’d meant for the words to come out as sarcastic and biting, but they were far too hurt sounding for comfort. Hoping to hide this, she kept her back turned from him as she finished sorting the training-saber rack. At any moment Loki could have simply shifted in to stand in front of her, but he didn’t. It spoke volumes as to how this little interlude would go, and while she could have left it at that and continued to ignore him, she couldn’t help but finally turn around.
Loki was in what she had come to know as full Asgardian mode- all leather and metal armor and an almost intoxicating blend of power and danger. His eyes seemed darker than ever and she didn’t know if she wanted to take a step back or a step closer.
“I am not the man for you, Jaina Solo.”
Jaina snorted at him (her mother would kill her for that) and crossed her arms over her chest. It was obviously not the reaction he had been anticipating.
“And you presume to know what’s best for me? You know nothing about me, Loki.”
“I know plenty. I know that just six months ago your parents shot down the ship flown by the man you professed to once love. That you feel alone and isolated after losing one brother and fear that the other is becoming nothing but a stranger to you now. I know that the others here are still learning to trust you again, and that you sometimes question trusting yourself.”
The air in the room crackled with energy then- how dare he? How dare he take those things, things she had told him in confidence and turn them against her? Anger boiled up within her and had this been happening a few years ago she would have been feeling that energy crackling in her fingertips and not just the air itself. But that anger still needed an outlet, which she found in the form of flinging any of the objects in the immediate area towards him.
This did not seem to please Loki, at all. And he almost seemed bored as said projectile objects fell with a dull thud a good foot or more away from him. And this, in turn, only served to add fuel to the fire for Jaina. With a low growl she jumped at him, using the Force as a boost and easily closed the distance between them. It obviously took him off guard because she managed to get in a good swing or three against the damn bastard before he could even react and think to fight back.
But that was the end of Jaina having the upper hand. She blinked- and then she was down on the ground, her teeth clashing together from the impact of her head hitting the training mat. She blinked again, and he had her flipped around, his chest pressing against her. He had one hand clenched around her neck, pinning her face to the mat and the other twisted her arm behind her back.
“Get off of me!”
This was where she should struggle. And she did- just not as enthusiastically as she probably should have. Jaina was a trained Jedi; there were any number of techniques at her disposal to get out of the situation, but none of them seemed to be coming to mind.
“No.”
Jaina growled at him again, at his refusal, but she felt more frustrated than angry now.
“What the hell do you want, Loki?”
There was a long silence then where the only thing audible in the room was the beating of their hearts and their harsh breaths. Loki’s hands on her clenched and unclenched as he was obviously in the midst of some internal battle.
“What I should not want. What I cannot have.”
Three things happened in quick succession then; the doors to the training room slammed shut and locked (they had a lock?), Loki’s hand left her arm to slide under the waistband of her pants, and Jaina moaned as his fingers slid aside the material of her panties and quickly sought out her clit.
Now that definitely got her moving, though for entirely different reasons. Jaina was struck with the overwhelming need for more. More contact, more pressure. But Loki was holding her firmly in place, his other hand still on the back of her neck, his hips pinning her down. The obvious erection that she had been trying to ignore since he’d gotten her into this position was now all the more apparent.
Logic would dictate that they should stop now while they still could. This wasn’t right- they still hardly knew each other, he wasn’t going to stick around, and there was the lingering possibility of someone discovering the locked doors and then doing something about that.
But logic fled her mind right about the time that Loki pressed two fingers up into her already wet cunt. Jaina cried out, then again as started to thrust them in and out, his thumb shifting up to rub against her clit. The sounds pulled from her lips sounded foreign to her. Loki’s breath was hot against her ear as he kept her pinned down while working her into a frenzy. She let out a few choice Corellian curses in between the whimpers, and a few more curses in other various languages when he suddenly withdrew those magical (literally? figuratively?) fingers.
The loss of contact left her reeling, but it was nothing to get too worked up about because not three seconds later she felt Loki tug down her pants and underwear. Half a second after that she could hear the distinct sound of leather being shifted around and then his cock slammed into her and she almost forgot to breathe and oh my stars did it ever hurt in all the right ways.
His hand was still on her neck, pinning her down, as if to remind her just who was in charge here. Not that she needed that reminder, not with the way Loki was slamming into her, or how his arm had shifted under her to pull her hips up and get her in just the position he wanted. Jaina wasn’t normally so...compliant in her various sexual encounters (okay, so various made her seem like some sort of sex goddess, and there had really only been Jag, and the last time was years ago) but she felt no desire or need to do anything about it. In fact, she was enjoying this, the rawness of it, the way the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed throughout the room, the way she knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
What she was holding over from said previous encounters was an innate ability to remain relatively quiet, a skill honed and well needed thanks to limited time and privacy (and her predilection for using conference rooms). That changed, however, when Loki’s fingers found her clit again and started rubbing and she let out a loud, long chain of moans and whimpers. She could practically feel the smug grin on his face and had half a mind to do something about it, but lost all ability to maintain a coherent thought when he shifted angles slightly and his cock was hitting her in just the right place and his fingers rubbed her clit harder and at any moment she was going to explode.
Her orgasm came fast and hard, fitting for the tone of this little dalliance in the training room. Back arched, muscles tensed, and Loki’s hand finally left her neck to cover her mouth just in time to muffle her loud cries. His own climax would follow just seconds later and she almost wished she were on her back instead so she could see his face (just what did a God look like when he came?).
When he rolled off of her she flopped next to him. Loki didn’t strike her as the sort to cuddle after sex, so she settled for slinging a leg over his. Now what? Obviously they needed to have a serious talk. There were so many things to discuss, so many grievances to air, so many concerns and fears and obvious points of just how galactically bad of an idea this all was.
“I’m still mad at you.” Spoken to his profile while he still stared up at the ceiling and she was in no rush to move to get a good look at him.
“I know.”
~~~~
They would talk later, once back in the privacy of her room (and after a brief interlude in a supply closet). Loki had finally shed the leather and armor and currently sat propped up on some pillows on her bed, the sheet pulled up to his hips. His skin was perfect; smooth, flawless, and almost impossibly pale in the dim lighting. There were no scars or other blemishes and she had to wonder if that was just one of the many perks of being a God.
She didn’t ask him, though, because then it was far easier to trick herself into believing the illusion that Loki was just some guy she had met and not a God from another dimension. But even Jaina wasn’t naive enough to believe that would last forever.
“You do realize that my time in your dimension is not permanent.”
It seemed Loki was fully intent on destroying that illusion. His voice was softer than she had ever heard it before and she wondered just how much of that statement had been aimed at himself.
“I know.”
“I do not wish for you to become too...attached.”
Jaina sighed and pushed herself up off of her stomach to sit up. “Are you still on about that ‘I am not the man for you, Jaina Solo’ business?”
Loki’s response was a sigh of his own, but Jaina pressed on. “Look, I get it. You’re a God and I’m a mortal and our paths are not entwined. It’s fine, Loki. Really. I’m not looking for a long term relationship right now, trust me.” She paused then to gauge his reaction, and it seemed that hearing her accept the nature of whatever this was had settled his nerves. “But just humor me for a moment and play the hypothetical game. What if you were staying here, for good? What then?”
The God of Mischief was quiet for a long while, and she nearly spoke again until he too sat up and gave her a look that kept her silent.
“Jaina...” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. It was the most human thing she had ever seen him do. “I am not a true child of the All-Father. I was taken, stolen, by Odin. My life was a lie, a life overshadowed by my brother. I have plotted horrible things, sought out the control of Asgard, betrayed all those who thought to trust me.”
It was quite the revelation, and Jaina could tell that even then he was holding things back. But that was best left to another conversation.
“Are we really going to play the ‘Who has the most family drama?’ game? Because I think stand a pretty good chance of winning by playing the whole ‘I’m the granddaughter of Darth Vader’ card.”
Now that little tidbit certainly caught his attention. Her ancestry was one of the areas she had glanced over when they’d first met. One of Loki’s elegant eyebrows rose as he watched her, as if contemplating his next move.
“I have killed.”
Jaina’s eyes narrowed for a moment before she crossed her arms over her chest, defiant till the end.
“So have I.”
Loki sighed. “Are you always this stubborn?”
“I’m a Solo. We’re renowned for our stubbornness.” She smirked at him, and she could see a ghost of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. They both fell silent for a moment, and she could feel the mood shift back to something slightly more on the serious side.
“Does being the grandchild of the last Dark Lord of the Sith not....”
“What? Scare me? Make me fear that my heritage dictates my future?” Her eyes danced across his face as she studied him, and she knew he had asked himself those questions before. She’d asked them of herself too, many times.
“When my brother Anakin was killed, I was lost. I was so angry, so hurt, and I came very close to losing myself forever. But I’ve learned something over the years. We all have a dark side, Loki. The trick is learning how to control it, instead of letting it control you.”
That seemed to satisfy some unspoken question of his, and soon enough the need for sleep overtook the need for answers. There were no awkward moments when it came to the sleeping arrangements; Loki stayed where he was, and Jaina didn’t think to suggest otherwise. She drifted off quickly, only waking up once in the night to find him curled against her with one arm draped almost possessively over her.
So the God of Mischief was a cuddler.