Carol let out a contented sigh as she woke up, a small smile on her face as she basked in the feel of Loki's arm wrapped snugly around her waist, and his cock buried in her ass, remembering how the previous night had gone.
After Proxima recovered, they had switched places, with Loki taking her ass, while Proxima took her pussy.
After that she ended up in a sixty-nine with the other woman as Loki fucked her from behind, alternating between her pussy and her ass until she came.
The rest of the night had been a blur as her master and her bodyguard passed her between them, taking her in every position they could imagine until Proxima finally passed out after her final orgasm of the night.
Then it had been just her and Loki. The mood shifted, becoming slower, sensual, more intimate. The kind of sex where the rest of the world faded away, and it felt like they were the only two beings in the universe.
Her toes curled, even thinking about it now, and the blissful sleep she had fallen into afterwards.
"Good morning, my slave," Loki murmured, tightening his grip on his slave, his cock already hard as he woke up in her velvety tight embrace.
"G-good morning, master," Carol replied, her breath hitching in her throat as Loki shifted behind her, grabbing her breast with one hand as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her with slow, shallow thrusts.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening as her master gradually lengthened his thrusts. It wasn't the first time he'd done this — leisurely fuck her as he made his plans for the day, often leaving her aching for release as he meticulously thought out his plans, occasionally murmuring a few details she only half heard through her lust filled haze.
"W-what are you thinking about, master?" She asked, subtly shifting her hips to lean into his thrusts, eeking out as much pleasure as she could.
Loki let out a slow exhale as Carol squeezed his cock in time with his thrusts, giving her breast an affectionate squeeze.
She was observant — able to pick up on his moods with nothing more than a glance, and getting better at it everyday.
He nodded slowly, Thanos's last words still echoing in his mind — seeing the truth in them. "There will be others," he finally replied. "Others who want the stones, others who will do whatever it takes to get them."
Carol nodded, groaning softly as Loki pinched her nipple. She lay her hand on his, silently encouraging him to take her deeper. His gentle, almost teasing thrusts weren't enough to make her cum, but made it impossible for her to think straight, or follow along with his plans.
"Y-you beat Thanos," she offered, letting out a sharp gasp as Loki's fingers trailed down her chest, slipping past her navel until he found her aching clit. "And you can beat anyone else that shows up," she added, confident in her master's abilities.
Loki sighed, wondering if he should tell Carol the truth: that there was always someone stronger around the corner, just waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
Kang, who they had just learned about — snapped away, but even after an eternity of existence, still trying to claw his way back to reality.
There was also the unique threat Galactus presented, aptly named the Devourer of Worlds. He had never come face to face with the primordial being, nor did he ever want to. His name preceded him — enough to send entire races fleeing in terror.
"You did the impossible once master," Carol encouraged, sensing his worry. "They won't forget that."
Loki's eyes widened as his slave's words sparked an idea. Something that — as far as he knew, had never been done before — just one step shy of the snap in its scope, but if he could pull it off it would change everything.
Carol let out a low groan as Loki pressed his palm firmly against her slick folds — driving his cock into her ass with faster thrusts.
"What is it, master?" She asked, half aroused, half curious, as she ground her pussy against his palm.
"What you said, my slave," Loki said, placing a kiss on her neck — the finer details of his plan coming together. "It's the solution. The one I've been searching for since all this began. If everyone forgot the stones existed, they would see no reason to ever darken our doorstep."
He'd used the mind stone on Carol and Proxima, on Thor and Sif to a lesser degree, countless Midgardians, the foes he defeated on his journey. He'd learned more about the inner workings of it than any other living being.
"You can do that?" Carol asked, not sure if something like that was even possible.
"I can't, not with the mind stone alone," Loki replied. "With all the other stones, with you — it opens up new possibilities. There's a consciousness within the stones — but only when they are together, and with you as its bearer. You've felt it too."
"I have," Carol agreed, remembering the warning she received on Vormir. She couldn't call the stones alive — not in the traditional sense, but there was something there.
"It will be difficult — even more so than the snap itself, but possible. I would have to remove the knowledge of the stones from every being in the universe, both alive and dead," Loki continued.
"Will that be enough?" Carol asked, groaning as Loki picked up the pace, rolling her onto her hands and knees as he gripped her hips.
Loki let out a low grunt as he took his slave's ass, sliding his full length inside her with each thrust.
"Enough?" he asked with a raised eyebrow
Carol moaned low in her throat as she thrust her hips back, falling into rhythm with her master's pace.
"I-it's also, ugh, ugh… written d-down," she grunted, struggling to get the words out as she gripped the bedsheets tightly in her fists.
Loki nodded, impressed that his slave caught such an oversight, something he had even missed.
Long-forgotten temples, stone carvings, etchings on cave walls. There were clues to the existence of the Infinity Stones littered across the universe, just waiting to be re-discovered.
He would have to take it a step further — use the reality stone to alter or outright destroy anything that referenced the stones.
He smiled indulgently at his slave, deciding to reward her for her forethought.
Their hotel room faded into the ether, replaced by a palace with high ceilings and marble pillars overlooking a lush forest under a starlit sky.
Carol gasped, gripping the bedsheets tighter as she felt a second cock ease into her pussy.
She mewed with delight as she lowered her chin, allowing her master to penetrate even deeper inside her with his twin cocks.
He had done this before — used the reality stone to alter the world around them, and even himself, but it felt so much more real, so much more intense with each Infinity Stone adding their own aspect of reality to his spell.
The power continued to build — far more than Loki needed to maintain his illusion — more power than she'd ever felt flowed through the stones, and into her.
She looked over her shoulder at her master curiously. Their mental connection alone wasn't enough for him to draw this kind of power. It it was, he could have ended Thanos and his army anytime he chose to.
"You're right, my slave," Loki agreed, answering her unspoken thoughts as he lifted her into his lap, keeping both his cocks sheathed inside her as he bounced her on his lap.
Carol moaned as Loki's spell exploded outwards. Their link, both mental, and now physical allowing her to perceive his spell spreading out across the universe.
It started first with the minds closest to them. First earth, then the other eight realms and beyond, spreading from planet to planet, galaxy to galaxy, until a connection formed between every being in existence.
She watched in awe as their memories dissolved, everything related to the stones fading from existence. Then their own minds filling in the gaps, re-writing their memories to make sense of it all.
In the eye of the storm, she could see it all: both sets of memories. How people would remember Thanos arrival on earth, not to battle for the stones, but to enact his balance, wiping out half the life on the planet, how Loki along with earth's other defenders stood against him, how Loki struck the killing blow, finally bringing an end to his millennia long reign of terror.
She gasped for breath, her body glistening with sweat as Loki's spell finally reaching its zenith, fundamentally altering the nature of the universe.
Carol slumped forward as the spell completed, her eyelids heavy, and her limbs weak — feeling as if she'd just run a marathon. Then a slow, a trickle of power from the stones as they gradually restored her strength.
For a brief moment she felt the consciousness of the stones clearly. Loki was right. They chose her as their bearer, and him as their wielder. They chose to come together after countless eons apart, and that's the way they wished to remain.
Carol gasped, her mental bond with Loki strengthening in the final moment before the stone's consciousness faded.
She arched her back, suddenly feeling both her and Loki's combined arousal as he trailed his fingers along her sides, grasping her hips tightly as he thrust inside her, his twin cocks hammering inside her pussy and ass.
She smiled, returning her full attention to her master as she met his thrusts, quickly falling into rhythm with him, her pussy quivering around his cocks as she screamed out her release, her master soon following.
She moaned, breathing hard as she felt their combined release dripping down her thighs, amazed that even after all that her master could make her cum this hard.
She pushed her hair out of her face as his twin cocks quickly hardened again. She wiggled her hips, looking over her shoulder with a sultry look on her face, silently begging her master to take her again.
"Soon," Loki replied, his voice husky and raw. "I have one more surprise for you, little slave."
Carol gasped, her eyes widening as Loki's surprise became clear. She felt it, a tongue, licking delicately at her pussy, lapping up their combined juices.
The next surprise came as she tasted something on the tip of her tongue, something she was intimately familiar with: Loki's seed. She furrowed her brows, not sure what was going on at first, but when she looked down, she understood.
A woman coalesced beneath her, appearing first as smoke and vapor, then taking shape as their form solidified.
It was her — another her. One who was even now lapping at her pussy and along Loki's cock, their legs parted, and pussy glistening invitingly.
She licked her lips, feeling a deep spike of arousal as she understood what Loki wanted.
She leaned into her master's touch as he grasped her hair, tilting her head down until she was between the parted thighs of her doppelgänger.
Resting her hands on her double's thighs, she extended her tongue, lapping at her pussy, her eyes widening as she felt her own pussy being licked in the same moment.
She groaned low in her throat as she lapped at her own pussy, running her tongue along her slick folds, their combined moans and shuddered breaths filling the air.
Loki grunted, returning his hands to his slave's hips, pumping his cocks in and out of her tight holes, loving how she practically milked them with every one of his thrusts.
He slammed his hips forward sharply, his cocks throbbing as he held back his release, the dual pleasure making it much harder to concentrate, especially when he felt Carol's doppelgänger flicking her tongue along his balls.
"AUUUGGGGHHH!" Carol groaned as her doppelgänger took her clit in her mouth, sucking deeply — her pleasure skyrocketing. It had never felt like this before, never this intense, her whole body practically vibrating with pleasure.
She looked over her shoulder, smiling fondly at her loving master, how endlessly creative he was, always finding new, and unexpected ways to pleasure her, keeping her on her toes, and at the edge of release as he playing her body like a fine instrument.
It was a heady feeling having all of his attention lavished on her like this, claiming what was his, proving to her again and again why she belonged to him, why she was his even before she fully understood what that meant.
She arched her back, her eyes widening. "MASTEEEERRR!" she screamed out her release as she came hard, but Loki nor her doppelgänger stopped, much less allowed her to catch her breath as they continued to fuck and lick her through her orgasm.
Even as she recovered, her breath coming out in short gasps, she felt her doppelgänger's arousal, her all-encompassing need for release surge.
She pushed two shaky fingers into her doppelgänger's overheated pussy, pumping them furiously, another wave of arousal hitting her as she felt those same fingers moving between her own slick folds.
"Uggghhh!" Her doppelgänger grunted, her voice muffled as she came, the pleasure transferring to her in the same moment.
Carol slumped over her doppelgänger, their bodies slick with sweat as they recovered — or tried to, but it was no easy task with Loki's cock's slamming into her sensitive pussy and ass.
She let out a surprised grunt, her eyes going wide as a familiar weight settled in her throat — Loki's cock. She glanced down at her doppelganger — her throat bulging with a third cock Loki had grown.
"AIEEEEE!" she screamed, her keening moan echoing around the palatial bed chamber as her pleasure reached another crescendo.
She couldn't tell how long it went on for, how long Loki fucked all three of her holes, time itself seeming to melt away as he hammered his cocks inside her, the unrelenting pleasure driving her wild.
She panted, moaning deeply as she pressed her body against her doppelgänger's slick flesh, not knowing how much more of it she could take.
"P-please m-master," she begged, letting out a guttural moan, her body craving the release only he could give her. "Let me cum," she implored.
Loki grunted, the pleading voice of his slave turning him on even more. His cocks throbbing as he finally reached his limit.
He slammed his hips forward, managing one last thrust before he came hard, his seed filling all three of her holes.
"GAWAD!!" Carol screamed as she felt Loki's hot cum flood her, setting off her own powerful orgasm.
She slumped forward as her doppelgänger faded back into the ether, leaning heavily against Loki as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
Her eyes drooped as she rested her forehead on her master's shoulder — safe and secure in his embrace. She was where she belonged — with who she belonged to.
It didn't matter where life took them. It didn't matter what new threats emerged. She was happy, content, and loved, and that was all she had ever wanted.
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Carol looked up at the arched ceiling of Loki's harem chambers, a place she had grown intimately familiar with over the past decade — a time of unprecedented peace and prosperity for the known universe.
Her master's deeds spread faster than anyone could have expected, not just Thanos, but all the other powerful beings he'd defeated along the way.
They didn't know the full story — didn't know about the Infinity Stones. No trace of them remained in the collective memory of the universe, not even myths or legends.
Their minds bent around the existence of the stones, their collective memories filling in the gaps to create a new version of events:
Loki, the second son of Odin following in his father's footsteps, searching for his place in the universe, growing stronger through countless battles, and eventually becoming strong enough to challenge Thanos himself.
The Asgardians ate it up, hardwired over countless millennia to not only respect but revere the warriors journey Loki embarked on. Many openly claiming the Odinforce hadn't died with their former king, and was lived with his son as its new weilder.
Loki revealed to her the mysteries of Asgard. How the artificial planet had come into being. How it acted as a nexus point for the nine realms, binding them all together to make a stronger whole.
He offered to rebuild it for Thor — exactly as it was, telling him he would leave soon after to create him own kingdom, but Thor surprised them both, revealing he had no interest in the crown.
He'd realized his place was on the battlefield crushing skulls, not in a throne room holding the kingdom together. He offered the crown to Loki instead — an idea backed by both Frigga, and surprisingly Sif.
With the Infinity Stones Asgard had been child's play to rebuild, but Loki being Loki had taken it a step further. Instead of creating the disc-shaped planet everyone remembered he created a circular one, giving them far more room to expand and grow.
Almost overnight, Asgard became the largest trade and cultural hub in the galaxy, with millions of visitors arriving daily.
New cities were built to accommodate them. Travel between realms became, faster, safer, and easier with the use of portals.
New planets were invited to join the nine realms, allowing them to prosper under Asgard's protection while preventing dictators and despots from rising up to fill the void Thanos left behind.
One such incident had been Loki and Thor's visit to Hala where they finally putting an end to the millennia long war between the Kree and the Skrulls, revealing how both sides had been manipulated from the very beginning.
Her master's insights into the Supreme Intelligence had proven correct, revealing it to be a deeply flawed AI, and how its single-minded obsession with Kree evolution, and complete lack of empathy and ethical constraints, shattered what little sanity it had long ago.
In the aftermath, there was hurt and grievances on both sides that would go on for centuries, but it was still the first meaningful steps towards peace that ever happened between the two races.
Carol rose to her knees, glancing at the large bathing pool dominating the center of the room, then the other women sharing the harem chamber with her.
There was of course Proxima, her bodyguard — keeping a watchful eye over her from her usual place along the north wall, giving her an unobstructed view of the entire chamber.
Natasha Romanov was in the bathing pool swimming laps — not an official member of Loki's harem, but a frequent guest none the less. One who had spent more than her fair share of nights sharing their bed over the years.
There was also Minn-Erva — her former teammate from Starforce, and another part-time member of the harem.
Loki had been right about her. She'd apparently harbored an attraction to her for years, but hid it beneath the surface, and masked it with their rivalry.
Loki allowed her to go on the occasional mission as a member of the Asgardian Defense Force, but Minn-Erva spent much of her time in the palace now, under the direct command of Proxima, acting as an added layer of protection for her.
It felt a bit silly at times. Everyone in the known universe knew her as Loki's slave. His most prized and well-guarded possession, and knew him to be more than capable of vengeance, burning those that threatened his interests to ash when required.
She doubted the thought of harming a hair on her head ever crossed the minds of the few despots that rose up after Loki's ascension — more likely to flee at the sight of her than risk her master's wrath.
She was the calm to Loki's storm. The mercy to his wrath, and while she didn't have direct authority like Loki, she wasn't without the influence that truly mattered.
He'd opened orphanages, provided humanitarian aid, training, and jobs to lift those who worked hard out of poverty, all because she asked him to.
She became his sounding board. His conscience. Someone he trusted implicitly to tell him the truth even when he didn't want to hear it. Prevent him from turning a blind eye to the evils of the universe and allow history to repeat itself. Even when it went against his Asgardian upbringing.
"Your master is waiting, little slave," Proxima said, interrupting her thoughts, leash in hand as she tapped her foot impatiently.
Carol looked up at Proxima, tilting her head to the side as she pushed her hair out of the way for Proxima to clip the leash to her collar, then rose to her feet, following behind her.
Even after all this time, Proxima still insisted on leashing her wherever they went, even making her crawl around on all fours within the harem chamber, effectively destroying the idea she held any authority in the growing hierarchy of the harem.
They walked silently through the hallways, occasionally glancing at the murals on the walls and ceilings, depicting Loki's past victories, and the foundation of the new Asgardian empire — many of them featuring her as well, but always in a subservient role to her master.
One such portrait dominated the foyer, depicting Loki on his throne, holding her leash loosely in his hand as she lay at his feet on a pile of cushions, propping her head up with her hand.
The portrait had taken weeks to paint, with her posing for hours at a time for the artist, but she couldn't argue with the results.
The painting looked almost lifelike in its attention to detail, from the hint of mischief in Loki's eyes, right down to the blush on her cheeks when she first posed for the artist.
After Loki saw her talent, the portrait quickly became one of many, often depicting her in various states of dress — some fully nude, but thankfully her master only allowed those to be hung in their private rooms.
When they arrived in the throne room Proxima unclipped her leash, moving to stand at her customary place to the left of Loki's throne while she took her place on the cushions at his feet, resting her cheek on his thigh.
She smiled contentedly as he ran his fingers through her hair, leaning into his touch as the meeting began.
Thor, Sif, Stark, and Rogers were here to discus a Galactus sighting of on the outskirts of their borders, but she only half listened, as Loki told them he was aware of the situation, that Galactus had turned away rather than cross into their borders.
There were objections, especially from Stark and Rogers, but her master put a stop to it, pointing out that the last thing they needed was a war with Galactus which in all likelihood would destabilize the regions their soldiers patrolled, and all to go after a threat that already decided challenging the New Asgardian Empire was more trouble than it was worth.
The discussion gradually moved on as they discussed a new threat appearing on Earth, a powered being who mastered both technology and magic, but nothing that would warrant Asgard's direct intervention, at least not yet.
In short, all was right with the universe.
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Hi! Thanks for reading 🙂 So this is it, the end of the story. Just shy of 265k words, and 41 chapters long, and I'm really happy with how it turned out, and I hope you enjoyed it too.
I got the idea after seeing Loki's death in Infinity War, and just not believing that he would go out like that, that there was still one more trick for him to play. His story arc, especially how Ragnarök ended, had me believing he was on the path to becoming far more than what we saw in the movies, possibly even surpassing Thor at some point in the future.
Captain Marvel was another character I think the movies fumbled. It was fine that she was stoic, and unemotional, but there wasn't any reason behind it. There was no growth or character progression, and she was essentially the same version of herself from her first appearance to her most recent.
Her backstory, how she got her powers, and her connection to the infinity stones deserved to be explored more deeply, and this is sort of my way of explaining, at least to myself some of the plot holes I saw in the movie.
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