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Dec 6th | Christmas Cookies 🎄

Synopsis: You and Loki make some cookies together for the holidays, but things get a little messy.

Words: 1006

Warnings: implied smut, dom!Loki

It all started with an accusation, a little joke that Loki had taken a little too seriously.

“You rely on your magic for everything,” You had said, “I doubt you could even do something as mundane as baking cookies without it.”

“That is entirely untrue.” He snapped, making your eyes widen in surprise–it was just a joke.

But if he wanted to play this game, you’d play along. “Oh?” You’d drawled, “Prove it.”

And now, here you were. You had your hair tied back out of your face, and Loki was standing at the counter with a thoughtful scowl as he looked down at the recipe. He was already speckled with flour, streaks of white through his hair where he had run his fingers through it in agitation.

“Fold it in?” He asked with a heavy sigh, “What in the hell does that even mean?”

You walked up beside him, bumping your hip into his enough to make him slide over. “Like this.” You took the spoon and buried it under the dough, scooping it up and folding over a number of times. “Do that a couple more times, and you should be good to go.”

You waited for him to take the spoon back, but he only stared at you skeptically.

“Too hard for you to make some Christmas cookies?” You asked slyly, “Missing your magic already?”

Before you could even react, a cloud of flour hit the side of your face. “Are you serious?” You gasped, immediately scooping up a fistful and throwing it right back at him.

He snatched up the bowl before you could get to it again and held it high over your head, grabbing handfuls and letting them drop on top of you. “Who’s the weak one now?” He mocked, a smirk turning up the corner of his mouth.

“Still you.” You took the bag with the rest of the flour in it and held it by the bottom, lunging forward and coating Loki’s entire torso in a large white cloud.

“You little minx,” Loki growled, snatching the empty bag out of your hand and tossing it carelessly to the ground. In a moment of panic that reminded you of a game of tag, you tried to spin on your heel to run. Instead, you slipped on the mess of flour, and were barely able to catch yourself on the counter before you could fall.

Loki wiped off his face, and just as you were about to make another attempt to dash to your room, his hands took your wrists and in one swift movement, had you turned around so your back was to his chest and your hands were pinned to the counter in front of you.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” He said lowly, his hot breath fanning your neck and ear as he inched closer.

You suppressed a shiver from the pleasant jolts of electricity that coursed down your spine. “You made the first move.” You pointed out, your voice sounding incredibly weak despite your attempts to stay calm.

You felt his lips brush against your ear before trailing down to the side of your neck. “Indeed I did,” He drawled, and this time you couldn’t hold back a soft shudder as you involuntarily leaned back into his touch.

He began to press open kisses to your skin, each one making it harder to hold yourself back. You’d wanted him for so long, and now he was pinning you to the counter with his hardening member pressing into your ass–you were amazed you were able to hold your composure for so long.

“You don’t think I know?” Loki hummed, “You don’t think I can hear all of the fantasies that play out in that pretty little mind of yours? I hear each one like a prayer, petal.”

You wanted to groan, because it damn well would’ve been nice of someone to tell you that he could read minds, too. You inhaled shakily as his hands released your wrists, instead unhurriedly snaking them up your arms and back down your sides. You wished you could say something, to spout out some crappy comeback, but the words just wouldn’t form.

In an instant he had spun you around to face him, holding your chin gingerly to look up at him. His pure blue eyes gazed intensely into yours, sparkling in amusement. He leaned forwards until his lips just about brushed against yours, and he wasn’t trapping you against the counter anymore–he knew he didn’t have to, that you would stay.

“I know what you think about doing with that mouth… And I know exactly what you want to hear.”

You held back a moan, because the only thing he could be talking about was–

“Kneel.”

You felt the heat pool between your legs, you felt the goosebumps rise on your arms, and you felt the cool metal of his belt on your fingertips as you already began to work on getting it off. Looking up into his lust-filled eyes, you sank to your knees and popped open the button of his pants as he released a shaky breath.

Just as you were about to shimmy them down his thighs, footsteps filled the kitchen. “Did I hear something about cookies?” Came Tony’s voice, and you stared up at him in frozen mortification as he entered the room. It wasn’t until he looked up from his phone that he saw the position you and Loki were in, and as soon as he made the connected, he let out a disgusted yelp.

“Get a damn room!” He shouted, covering his eyes with one hand. “In the kitchen? Are you kidding me?”

You jumped to your feet, but Loki didn’t look the least bit concerned as he gazed at Tony with an unimpressed expression. “Perhaps we should take this elsewhere.”

In the blink of an eye, you were suddenly standing at the foot of Loki’s bed, leaving Tony behind with the mess of flour in the kitchen.

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