Do you think Gabe likes being called Loki? If so, plz imagine him and Sam doing the do and Sam clutches Gabe to him and wails out Loki as he comes
Okay so first of all I would like to thank the father the son and the holy fucking (literally) ghost for this because N G H yes
Now okay I (probably thanks to @aria-lerendeair you devil you) see a difference between Gabriel and Loki, Loki being more forceful and rougher, whereas Gabriel is more delicate, wanting Sam to feel worshipped. So in this case…
The first time it was an accident. Gabriel has been ‘Loki’ all day, enough to get the name wedged enough in Sam’s mind that as he’s coming and clinging to Gabriel, head thrown back, the name just slips from him easily. It makes Gabriel stutter for a second before he too comes, but this of course gives Gabriel an idea.
So the next time Loki’s out to play he decides to have some fun, pressing Sam to a wall with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Heard you saying my name last time Samster, wanna be thrown around like no one else can? and Sam just nods because /hellyeah he does and Loki obliges, i mean, how can a god refuse a man who utters his name like a prayer? :3
*cracks knuckles* Well, well, look, @synergygabriel gave me some good inspiration for more Loki!Gabriel and since you’ve all been clamoring for some, I thought that I would oblige!
Okay, but just imagine Sam starting to learn the differences between Gabriel and Loki, the way they both walk, the way they move, and god, the way they both fuck him.
Two halves of the same whole, and fuck, he’s so attracted to both of them it’s becoming a little bit of a problem.
Gabriel, see, Gabriel worships him. Gabriel moves a little slower and more confident, his pace measured, and his gaze knowing. Gabriel fucks him slowly, wanting to worship him, take care of him, and making him feel treasured and so very loved.
But Loki?
Loki isn’t gentle. Loki leaves marks, both handprints and bites, and Sam feels, Sam feels claimed. Loki is a predator, and everything from his eyes, his lips and the way he moves screams that. Sam is hunted, and fuck he’s never loved it more.
Loki fucks him hard, leaves his body sore and aching and so sated he doesn’t move for hours, and he dreams of the pleased smile on Loki’s face when they finish. Loki makes him come again and again and when Sam thinks he isn’t capable of more, Loki pushes him until he is.
Sometimes, of course, Sam will tease and taunt, especially Loki. Gabriel doesn’t always rise to his bait, but Loki ALWAYS will. So Sam leans back against the wall, wearing his tightest clothing, and of course, he’s teasing Loki.
Loki stalks towards him and Sam plays coy, walking past him, playing hard to get until Sam gets Loki to snap and he’s pinned against the wall. He wraps Sam’s legs around his waist and holds Sam up and against the wall, fucking into him, lifting him up and down easily until Sam is screaming for him, with bruised handprints on his hips.
Sam of course, walks out of the bedroom the next day in nothing but sweatpants riding low on his hips, the handprints half-visible over the band. Gabriel walks out of the library, stares at him in the hallway and from one step the next, he’s shifted from Gabriel to Loki and Sam just smirks and raises an eyebrow.
It creeps into the sex, it doesn’t matter who is fucking him, Sam will call out both names interchangeably, and fuck, he loves how much Gabriel and Loki love it. He belongs to this being, no matter which part of him is present in one moment or another.
Of course, after they are lying together, and Loki has fucked him completely boneless, Sam is staring at him, and Loki just raises an eyebrow and demands that he ask whatever he is thinking.
Sam just mentions that he wants to do the pagan ritual to belong to Loki. He’s already tied, grace-bound to Gabriel, but there are two halves to Gabriel, and he wants to belong to both of them. Loki’s eyes burn gold, and he demands for Sam to be very, very sure, because he is possessive and he is never going to give Sam up, in this life or the next.
Sam just grins, and says that’s exactly what he wants.
Loki pulls out a knife and a red rope, and explains the ritual. It’s an easy one, for the two of them. Sex and blood, the two things pagans love the most.
Sam laughs as Gabriel holds them up with a raised eyebrow and he nods and when Gabriel closes his eyes and begins to chant, the room pulsing with power, Sam doesn’t even feel the shallow cut to his hand, or the blood that pools into his palm.
Gabriel slices his hand as well and presses his hand to Sam’s heart, his chanting getting deeper and stronger and when he pulls his hand away, the bloody handprint is glowing gold and sinking into Sam’s skin and he gasps, and that’s when Gabriel presses their hands together, their blood mixing and fuck, he can feel the POWER of Loki surging between them again, and he needs his god, needs him NOW.
Gabriel fucks into him slowly, and he’s still open and desperate for it, their hands staying clenched together, and Gabriel is still chanting, his voice filling the room and Sam’s very soul. The red rope is tied around their hands and Sam doesn’t know when that happened, but fuck, he can feel the power reaching a crest as they move together faster and faster and it’s pouring into him, and their hands are burning hot, and Sam is almost afraid he’s going to burn up, until the power finally peaks and it’s the fire immediately surges through all of him, but instead of pain, it’s a cool wave of sensation floating across him, claiming him.
He doesn’t know when he came, or when Gabriel did, but when Sam blinks himself back to consciousness, Gabriel is smiling down at him, tracing designs into his chest. Gabriel holds up his hand and shows where the slash had been, there was now a tattoo, and it takes Sam a second to realize it is a picture of a book.
He lifts his own palm, and there’s an image of a horn and a nordic symbol behind it. Gabriel and Loki. Together, as a part of him. Sam just grins, bright and wide, and yanks Loki, Gabriel, it doesn’t matter, into a kiss.
Claimed, both ways.
