Omegle: Frostshield 001
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iamagod[ ABO AU where Loki is a prisoner on Earth as their consultant on all things magic, but lacking his own. ]
Loki really didn't like any of this. He hated being treated at the end of the metaphorical leash, hated how these mortals, -mortals-, gave him looks like they were better than him. None of them trusted him anyway if not for Stark's technology locking and tracking him every minute of the day. He was a god, robbed of his powers and bound to the mortal realm.
And most of all, he hated how without his magic, he could no longer properly suppress what he hid from the world all this time. These mortal suppressants were never made for a deity of his power, what should last a month barely lasted a day for the god.
So when SHIELD next demanded that he answered their questions on some magical thing that they found, he stayed in his gilded prison cell (he suppose his quarters in the Avengers tower could be muuuch worse) and petulantly told them he wasn't going anywhere this week. Let them come to him if they were so desperate for help.
It had taken Steve a long time to come around to being alright with the mad man they held captive in the tower. It took a couple long and drawn out talks with Thor for him to start to see that maybe his brother wasn't as bad as they all seemed to think, not deep deeo down anyway.
He couldn't wait around for a week, this mission was time critical, they needed to know what they were facing, or risk going in blind. That usually meant men lost. Steve avoided that at all costs, but time was drawing short. So he went himself.
Steve was hesitant to enter the room where Loki was held, he'd only really spoken to him on the field when everything was going to shit, when Loki apparently wasn't himself. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he went in with his head held high and a sense of purpose.
Perhaps hoping to speak with the god on a level head was hoping for too much this time as well, for the minute he entered Loki's residence, he would smell the thick pheromones of the god's heat in the air. The apartment smelled heavily of musk, of Omega need. Loki wasn't refusing to help merely because he was being difficult, which he was being in part, but he had an honest, good reason for it.
The god honestly hadn't expected them to send someone to him, but apparently they did. It was hard to say who was more surprised out of the two of them when Rogers walked in to Loki laid out in his room only half clothed and hair messy with bedhead.
Recovering quickly though, Loki sat up and tried to regain some sort of composure for himself. "Well, well, they must be really desperate for help that they decided to send you to me for aid."
Steve paused when he entered the apartment, the familiar smell all too apparent. It was something he could ignore though, he was strong willed if anything. He felt a little guilty now for intruding with out knocking or anything, but he wasn't a guest, he was still a prisoner.
He averted his eyes after catching a glimpse of Loki on the bed, not really expecting to find him like that, though it was more like hoping. He was in heat after all, the behavior was actually expected.
"There isn't time to waste, lives are on the line Loki, I do what I can to keep my men safe," he said looking back to the omega on the bed, his jaw set firmly.
"Then you best hurry along, Captain. For there is nothing here to keep your men safe out there." Loki dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
The god clearly wasn't in a helping mood, not when there were other things on his mind. Rather, it was difficult for him to even form a clear thought in his mind and he couldn't help his eyes from wandering every so often to the gentle bulge of the soldier's crotch. Was the captain an Alpha? Could he knot him and get him over his relentless heat faster?
Loki shook himself out of those unworthy thoughts and fixed his eyes evenly on the other man's face. "Run along, soldier. I have nothing for you."
Steve didn't miss the way the other looked him over, he could tell from the smell of the room that Loki was craving alpha, and he knew if he was here too long his own pheromones would start to react, he could keep his own body in check, but it was already clear that Loki wasn't always in control of himself.
"Intell says we're going up an Asgardian called Amora, Thor said you'd know more of her powers and how to defend against them," he said sternly.
The familiar name brought out a twisted grin on the god's features. "Ah, Amora." It took Loki a while to locate his memory of her in the murky fog of lust in his mind. "The sorceress," he clarified, but offered no more information than that. His interest in her faded as she was too distant in time and place to be of help to him now.
"Have fun, she was a wonderful companion." He sighed and turned back to the few strewn items he had been improvising as sex toys to help him tide over his heat. Lotion, a cucumber, condoms although those had been more of a joke courtesy of Tony Stark. No one thought he was actually going to use them. Since he never actually told anyone he was an Omega, he naturally didn't have anything to prepare him for it. In fact, Rogers was the first to find out what even Thor didn't know. Had Loki been in a better mind set, he would be more concerned about his secret.
He almost snarled. It was clear that Loki knew Amora fairly well, and so he ought to have some good insight as to how to fight against her. Steve wanted to think that Loki was on their side like Thor wanted him to be so badly,but if he couldn't even give them helpful information then what use was he here?
"Withholding information on a critical mission is a heavy offence," he growled stalking closer to the bed, a little to his own surprise. Hormones were already running high, too much longer and he could be in trouble.
Loki's nostrils flared wide when Rogers moved forward, but it wasn't out of fear. Now that the soldier moved closer, Loki could smell it clearly even though it wasn't strong scent, other man exuded Alpha. Rogers, even being a mortal, could help him far better than a piece of vegetable could.
The god's eyes shone as he breathed in heavily through his nose. "Your laws to not govern me, soldier. However..." This time he didn't hide his interest as he let his gaze wander slowly down the captain's torso, lingering at the end on the crotch. This man was enhanced beyond mortal abilities, Loki had battled that stamina himself. There was indeed potential there. "I did hear you say you will do what you can?"
He was about to tell Loki that they did, as he was under their guard, but he watched the way he looked him over again, shameless as he seemed to be sizing him up, pleased with the prospects. Steve straightened, his jaw and fists clenched as the god repeated his words.
"I did, the safety of my men always comes first." he affirmed. "No matter the cost."
Loki licked his lower lip then let his grin spread wider. "I may be willing to offer you a trade if your mission have such time constraints." If Rogers thought about it, it would be the only way Loki would be able to be of any use within the time frame that he demanded. Until Loki cleared of his heat, he would be constantly distracted.
Loki slowly sank down into the bed again so he was looking up at Rogers with a coy expression where he was spread out on the rumpled sheets. "Help me tide over this and I will help your men. It may take longer than a day, but certainly shorter than a week, hmm?"
Steve's eyes widened a little and he took a step back, that was certainly not what he was expecting when he set out to talk to Loki about this mission. It wasn't an uncommon practice these days, for alphas to 'help' omegas through heat. Back in his day they just kept them home or hosted then up somewhere until it was over. It was totally out of the question here, but at the same time... Loki had worked with Amora before, if anyone knew how to get to her it would be him... He wasn't stupid, and he wasn't above swallowing his pride.
"You swear you'll keep your end of the bargain?" He asked, eyes narrow on the omega in the bed.
Loki's grin widened and he propped himself up on one elbow when he answered the captain. "Would I lie?" Yet chuckling at the expression that garnered, the god bowed his head slightly. "I swear to you on my name that I will uphold my word to aid and not one of your men will forfeit their lives to her enchantments. I do not guarantee that they would not in battle though. They are still mortal after all. Is that to your satisfaction?"
Loki patted on the bed. "If it is, then perhaps it is time that you equally satisfy me." It wasn't only Rogers' pride here, the god was seeking the help of a mortal although he certainly didn't let it be construed that way.
He gave Loki a look at the lie comment, and still held a suspicious gaze as he gave his word. If it was their only chance to not have to go in blind, he could do it. "If you speak one word of falsehood... cost us more lives than you already have, your brother will not be able to help you." he warned as he began to pull off his boots. Setting them neatly together and to the side before pulling off his shirt, followed shortly by his buckle. All the while keeping his eyes down.
The god rolled his eyes at the threat. "Yes, yes, I will face your wrath." Really, was all that necessary? But since the soldier agreed anyway, he bit down on saying more for once and merely followed by example and removed the rest of his own meager clothing. He didn't know why he had even bothered with putting his pants back on in the first place, he had been dripping with want ever since Rogers showed up at his bedroom door. Without his pants on, the heavy smell of musk got even stronger.
Steve didn't mess around, as he slid off his pants and shorts, dropping them next to his boots, when he was done he finally looked up to see Loki having undressed the rest of the way as well. He took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of his heat, it helped. His body knew what it was supposed to do, even if he was uneasy about it in his mind. Steve was partial to the usual missionary position, he liked to be intimate with his bed partners, but this was not for romance, or fun. "turn over," he said gruffly with a gesture of his hand.
"No foreplay? How boring." But Loki's pupils had dilated with lust when he saw the captain in his full glory and wasn't too insistent on delaying things either. He turned, his own breathing growing rapid when he knew that this position offered the captain a shameless view of his slicked entrance. He really was craving for Alpha, and now that he had seen the impressive specimen the soldier turned out to be, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Steve didn't even realize it as he licked his lips, he climbed on to the bed moving to kneel behind the other, the smell was intoxicating at this proximity, he'd almost forgotten to reach over and grab one of the condoms that were among the items Loki had on the bed. He made a bit of a face as he rolled it on, it was tighter than he would have liked, but it was what they had.
He was about to spit on his fingers when he realized Loki was already dripping with slick, he'd probably been playing around before Steve came in, that or he just happened to be one of the lucky ones who got wet easily and quickly. With one hand he steady'd Loki's hip, which he realized were slip for an omega, with the other he probed a finger, then another, and a third. There was hardly a need for stretching as he could tell. "Been using that vegetable much?" he snorted as he stroked his own cock with the fingers wet from Loki's ass. Such a Strong heat brought out his Alpha more than he was really used to.
Loki snorted back, but he quickly groaned and arched upward when the fingers started probing in. They were much better than a cold, unyielding cucumber, they bent and twisted and created such wonderful sensations in his sensitive hole. His first natural heat in over a century of magical suppression, he was beyond wanton.
"It suffices," he said in what was an attempt at a strong voice but may have come out more as a whine. He twisted his hips slightly without meaning to. "There was a lack of practical utilities."
"I'll give you a 'practical utility' " he murmured a little surprised with himself. He couldn't help but think that even if they hadn't come to an arrangement, they'd be in a similar position. He didn't say anything more though as he slid his already throbbing cock between Loki's cheeks, the slit nice and slick, it felt good even though the tight condom. Without warning he pulled back and slid forward, going all the way to the base with a deep groan.
Loki joined him in that groan when that engorged cock was inserted in him fully to the hilt. It brought out something primal in the god that had him moaning, squeezing his ass muscles and wiggling his hips. He didn't need adjustment time, he was doing himself with a vegetable before the soldier came along, he just needed the man to move. "Slow as you are, I question the practicality..."
Steve tightened his hold on Loki's hips at the smart comment. "I could go slower if you'd like," he snorted taking a moment for a few long deep thrusts. He'd pull out slowly, nearly all the way before slamming back in. As much as this was meant to be all business Loki's smart ass attitude was just begging his alpha to put him in his place just to prove he could.
Loki nearly snarled at Rogers' words. He was held fast in place from turning around though, and admittedly, when the soldier started to move, he forgave him slightly. It felt good to have solid flesh to finally sooth his desperation, and it was even better when the other adjusted to slam right against his spot of pleasure. Loki cried out at that, demanding wordlessly at once for more and for the other to not stop. "Yes..." he hissed out as the fingers of one hand clutched tight to the bedsheet while his other gripped tightly to his own dripping cock. "Faster...!"
Steve now used the grip on Loki's hips to move him in time with his thrusts, ever gaining in speed. He'd never felt this need so animalistic before as all he wanted to do was pound into the pale flesh beneath him. Steve was a romantic guy, usually, he liked forplay and to go slow and to take his time with his partner, but here all he felt was the need to breed. This was a true rut if he'd ever been in one, it was intense to say the least.
He had to adjust himself, now leaning over Loki's back, one hand on his hips, the other supporting himself as he leaned over the other. His mouth watered at the want to sink his teeth into the others shoulder, or better yet his neck.
Loki made animalistic noises as the speed and strength both grew with the thrusts, his own lust being slowly eclipsed by the Alpha's emerging need. He was no longer in control of the situation when he realized he couldn't move his hips in Rogers' tight grip. It was strong enough to bruise even him, although that was the furthest thing from his mind as he struggled to thrust back into every forward snap of Rogers' hips.
This, this was exactly what his body wanted and needed, to be taken, rutted into, to satisfy his heat. He made a soft keening sound as he started to get near and his own hand stripped his cock harder.
Loki really didn't like any of this. He hated being treated at the end of the metaphorical leash, hated how these mortals, -mortals-, gave him looks like they were better than him. None of them trusted him anyway if not for Stark's technology locking and tracking him every minute of the day. He was a god, robbed of his powers and bound to the mortal realm.
And most of all, he hated how without his magic, he could no longer properly suppress what he hid from the world all this time. These mortal suppressants were never made for a deity of his power, what should last a month barely lasted a day for the god.
So when SHIELD next demanded that he answered their questions on some magical thing that they found, he stayed in his gilded prison cell (he suppose his quarters in the Avengers tower could be muuuch worse) and petulantly told them he wasn't going anywhere this week. Let them come to him if they were so desperate for help.
It had taken Steve a long time to come around to being alright with the mad man they held captive in the tower. It took a couple long and drawn out talks with Thor for him to start to see that maybe his brother wasn't as bad as they all seemed to think, not deep deeo down anyway.
He couldn't wait around for a week, this mission was time critical, they needed to know what they were facing, or risk going in blind. That usually meant men lost. Steve avoided that at all costs, but time was drawing short. So he went himself.
Steve was hesitant to enter the room where Loki was held, he'd only really spoken to him on the field when everything was going to shit, when Loki apparently wasn't himself. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he went in with his head held high and a sense of purpose.
Perhaps hoping to speak with the god on a level head was hoping for too much this time as well, for the minute he entered Loki's residence, he would smell the thick pheromones of the god's heat in the air. The apartment smelled heavily of musk, of Omega need. Loki wasn't refusing to help merely because he was being difficult, which he was being in part, but he had an honest, good reason for it.
The god honestly hadn't expected them to send someone to him, but apparently they did. It was hard to say who was more surprised out of the two of them when Rogers walked in to Loki laid out in his room only half clothed and hair messy with bedhead.
Recovering quickly though, Loki sat up and tried to regain some sort of composure for himself. "Well, well, they must be really desperate for help that they decided to send you to me for aid."
Steve paused when he entered the apartment, the familiar smell all too apparent. It was something he could ignore though, he was strong willed if anything. He felt a little guilty now for intruding with out knocking or anything, but he wasn't a guest, he was still a prisoner.
He averted his eyes after catching a glimpse of Loki on the bed, not really expecting to find him like that, though it was more like hoping. He was in heat after all, the behavior was actually expected.
"There isn't time to waste, lives are on the line Loki, I do what I can to keep my men safe," he said looking back to the omega on the bed, his jaw set firmly.
"Then you best hurry along, Captain. For there is nothing here to keep your men safe out there." Loki dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
The god clearly wasn't in a helping mood, not when there were other things on his mind. Rather, it was difficult for him to even form a clear thought in his mind and he couldn't help his eyes from wandering every so often to the gentle bulge of the soldier's crotch. Was the captain an Alpha? Could he knot him and get him over his relentless heat faster?
Loki shook himself out of those unworthy thoughts and fixed his eyes evenly on the other man's face. "Run along, soldier. I have nothing for you."
Steve didn't miss the way the other looked him over, he could tell from the smell of the room that Loki was craving alpha, and he knew if he was here too long his own pheromones would start to react, he could keep his own body in check, but it was already clear that Loki wasn't always in control of himself.
"Intell says we're going up an Asgardian called Amora, Thor said you'd know more of her powers and how to defend against them," he said sternly.
The familiar name brought out a twisted grin on the god's features. "Ah, Amora." It took Loki a while to locate his memory of her in the murky fog of lust in his mind. "The sorceress," he clarified, but offered no more information than that. His interest in her faded as she was too distant in time and place to be of help to him now.
"Have fun, she was a wonderful companion." He sighed and turned back to the few strewn items he had been improvising as sex toys to help him tide over his heat. Lotion, a cucumber, condoms although those had been more of a joke courtesy of Tony Stark. No one thought he was actually going to use them. Since he never actually told anyone he was an Omega, he naturally didn't have anything to prepare him for it. In fact, Rogers was the first to find out what even Thor didn't know. Had Loki been in a better mind set, he would be more concerned about his secret.
He almost snarled. It was clear that Loki knew Amora fairly well, and so he ought to have some good insight as to how to fight against her. Steve wanted to think that Loki was on their side like Thor wanted him to be so badly,but if he couldn't even give them helpful information then what use was he here?
"Withholding information on a critical mission is a heavy offence," he growled stalking closer to the bed, a little to his own surprise. Hormones were already running high, too much longer and he could be in trouble.
Loki's nostrils flared wide when Rogers moved forward, but it wasn't out of fear. Now that the soldier moved closer, Loki could smell it clearly even though it wasn't strong scent, other man exuded Alpha. Rogers, even being a mortal, could help him far better than a piece of vegetable could.
The god's eyes shone as he breathed in heavily through his nose. "Your laws to not govern me, soldier. However..." This time he didn't hide his interest as he let his gaze wander slowly down the captain's torso, lingering at the end on the crotch. This man was enhanced beyond mortal abilities, Loki had battled that stamina himself. There was indeed potential there. "I did hear you say you will do what you can?"
He was about to tell Loki that they did, as he was under their guard, but he watched the way he looked him over again, shameless as he seemed to be sizing him up, pleased with the prospects. Steve straightened, his jaw and fists clenched as the god repeated his words.
"I did, the safety of my men always comes first." he affirmed. "No matter the cost."
Loki licked his lower lip then let his grin spread wider. "I may be willing to offer you a trade if your mission have such time constraints." If Rogers thought about it, it would be the only way Loki would be able to be of any use within the time frame that he demanded. Until Loki cleared of his heat, he would be constantly distracted.
Loki slowly sank down into the bed again so he was looking up at Rogers with a coy expression where he was spread out on the rumpled sheets. "Help me tide over this and I will help your men. It may take longer than a day, but certainly shorter than a week, hmm?"
Steve's eyes widened a little and he took a step back, that was certainly not what he was expecting when he set out to talk to Loki about this mission. It wasn't an uncommon practice these days, for alphas to 'help' omegas through heat. Back in his day they just kept them home or hosted then up somewhere until it was over. It was totally out of the question here, but at the same time... Loki had worked with Amora before, if anyone knew how to get to her it would be him... He wasn't stupid, and he wasn't above swallowing his pride.
"You swear you'll keep your end of the bargain?" He asked, eyes narrow on the omega in the bed.
Loki's grin widened and he propped himself up on one elbow when he answered the captain. "Would I lie?" Yet chuckling at the expression that garnered, the god bowed his head slightly. "I swear to you on my name that I will uphold my word to aid and not one of your men will forfeit their lives to her enchantments. I do not guarantee that they would not in battle though. They are still mortal after all. Is that to your satisfaction?"
Loki patted on the bed. "If it is, then perhaps it is time that you equally satisfy me." It wasn't only Rogers' pride here, the god was seeking the help of a mortal although he certainly didn't let it be construed that way.
He gave Loki a look at the lie comment, and still held a suspicious gaze as he gave his word. If it was their only chance to not have to go in blind, he could do it. "If you speak one word of falsehood... cost us more lives than you already have, your brother will not be able to help you." he warned as he began to pull off his boots. Setting them neatly together and to the side before pulling off his shirt, followed shortly by his buckle. All the while keeping his eyes down.
The god rolled his eyes at the threat. "Yes, yes, I will face your wrath." Really, was all that necessary? But since the soldier agreed anyway, he bit down on saying more for once and merely followed by example and removed the rest of his own meager clothing. He didn't know why he had even bothered with putting his pants back on in the first place, he had been dripping with want ever since Rogers showed up at his bedroom door. Without his pants on, the heavy smell of musk got even stronger.
Steve didn't mess around, as he slid off his pants and shorts, dropping them next to his boots, when he was done he finally looked up to see Loki having undressed the rest of the way as well. He took a deep breath, inhaling the rich scent of his heat, it helped. His body knew what it was supposed to do, even if he was uneasy about it in his mind. Steve was partial to the usual missionary position, he liked to be intimate with his bed partners, but this was not for romance, or fun. "turn over," he said gruffly with a gesture of his hand.
"No foreplay? How boring." But Loki's pupils had dilated with lust when he saw the captain in his full glory and wasn't too insistent on delaying things either. He turned, his own breathing growing rapid when he knew that this position offered the captain a shameless view of his slicked entrance. He really was craving for Alpha, and now that he had seen the impressive specimen the soldier turned out to be, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Steve didn't even realize it as he licked his lips, he climbed on to the bed moving to kneel behind the other, the smell was intoxicating at this proximity, he'd almost forgotten to reach over and grab one of the condoms that were among the items Loki had on the bed. He made a bit of a face as he rolled it on, it was tighter than he would have liked, but it was what they had.
He was about to spit on his fingers when he realized Loki was already dripping with slick, he'd probably been playing around before Steve came in, that or he just happened to be one of the lucky ones who got wet easily and quickly. With one hand he steady'd Loki's hip, which he realized were slip for an omega, with the other he probed a finger, then another, and a third. There was hardly a need for stretching as he could tell. "Been using that vegetable much?" he snorted as he stroked his own cock with the fingers wet from Loki's ass. Such a Strong heat brought out his Alpha more than he was really used to.
Loki snorted back, but he quickly groaned and arched upward when the fingers started probing in. They were much better than a cold, unyielding cucumber, they bent and twisted and created such wonderful sensations in his sensitive hole. His first natural heat in over a century of magical suppression, he was beyond wanton.
"It suffices," he said in what was an attempt at a strong voice but may have come out more as a whine. He twisted his hips slightly without meaning to. "There was a lack of practical utilities."
"I'll give you a 'practical utility' " he murmured a little surprised with himself. He couldn't help but think that even if they hadn't come to an arrangement, they'd be in a similar position. He didn't say anything more though as he slid his already throbbing cock between Loki's cheeks, the slit nice and slick, it felt good even though the tight condom. Without warning he pulled back and slid forward, going all the way to the base with a deep groan.
Loki joined him in that groan when that engorged cock was inserted in him fully to the hilt. It brought out something primal in the god that had him moaning, squeezing his ass muscles and wiggling his hips. He didn't need adjustment time, he was doing himself with a vegetable before the soldier came along, he just needed the man to move. "Slow as you are, I question the practicality..."
Steve tightened his hold on Loki's hips at the smart comment. "I could go slower if you'd like," he snorted taking a moment for a few long deep thrusts. He'd pull out slowly, nearly all the way before slamming back in. As much as this was meant to be all business Loki's smart ass attitude was just begging his alpha to put him in his place just to prove he could.
Loki nearly snarled at Rogers' words. He was held fast in place from turning around though, and admittedly, when the soldier started to move, he forgave him slightly. It felt good to have solid flesh to finally sooth his desperation, and it was even better when the other adjusted to slam right against his spot of pleasure. Loki cried out at that, demanding wordlessly at once for more and for the other to not stop. "Yes..." he hissed out as the fingers of one hand clutched tight to the bedsheet while his other gripped tightly to his own dripping cock. "Faster...!"
Steve now used the grip on Loki's hips to move him in time with his thrusts, ever gaining in speed. He'd never felt this need so animalistic before as all he wanted to do was pound into the pale flesh beneath him. Steve was a romantic guy, usually, he liked forplay and to go slow and to take his time with his partner, but here all he felt was the need to breed. This was a true rut if he'd ever been in one, it was intense to say the least.
He had to adjust himself, now leaning over Loki's back, one hand on his hips, the other supporting himself as he leaned over the other. His mouth watered at the want to sink his teeth into the others shoulder, or better yet his neck.
Loki made animalistic noises as the speed and strength both grew with the thrusts, his own lust being slowly eclipsed by the Alpha's emerging need. He was no longer in control of the situation when he realized he couldn't move his hips in Rogers' tight grip. It was strong enough to bruise even him, although that was the furthest thing from his mind as he struggled to thrust back into every forward snap of Rogers' hips.
This, this was exactly what his body wanted and needed, to be taken, rutted into, to satisfy his heat. He made a soft keening sound as he started to get near and his own hand stripped his cock harder.
