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Agreed.

I love strong and independent women. I like well-written women. I like cool women.

I don't like Marvel's: "look, it's a female character who copycats male character but she is not him, and now she's better than him in everything without any actual reason and trying. She also will be insulting him during the whole show. And she is a hero so she will burn people alive with a smile on her face."

I really don't.

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The Grouchy Prince (Part 2 FINAL)

Read part one here

LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Feisty Princess female reader

Summary: Fire with fire.

Trigger warnings: angst, Loki being mean again lol, arranged marriage, slow burn, pranks, arguing, name calling.

A/N: I am so sleepy but I could not help myself. Also, sorry this part is so long lol it felt awkward to cut it in half. -A

The following week was quite uneventful. That is until one specific night during dinner time. They would have dinner together every night and for the most part it was always the same. Y/N would make kind observations and small talk with the rest while Loki glanced over at her occasionally, searing the sight of her with his mind.

“One could argue what he meant by it but personally I believe it to be an allegory for love, don’t you think so?” Y/N said to Frigga but Loki answered. Tonight’s topic was paintings of the 18th century.

“No. It’s not possible.” Loki interrupted.

“Why not?” Y/N asks back.

“It is simply not. The way the woman’s arm draped over the man’s neck. It is not in the form of love.” he said like what Y/N had just said was undoubtedly inarguable. “She was a vixen.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong.” Y/N tested him, keeping her voice gentle but stern.

“As expected from an amateur.” Loki shot back.

“I beg your pardon?” Y/N scoffed.

“Your taste in art is much like your taste in music. Ordinary.” he sassed.

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about me, you haven’t bothered to say one thing to me before tonight.” Y/N replied back just as boldly.

“Because I do not care to and it will remain that way.”

Y/N seethed.

She composed herself and swallowed before speaking, “If I may be excused…” she said standing from the table. “Good night to everyone and thank you for the meal. Was excellent.”

She shot Loki a deadly glare before walking quickly out of the room.

How infuriating, he is! What could possibly be his problem?! Y/N was sure now she had never met anyone as shameless and as mean as him. She stomped to her room grumpily, flopping onto her bed. She let out a frustrated sigh and Oline walked in shortly after.

They talked about what happened and her friend sided with her completely. Oline was even surprised the young prince was acting this way; from all the years she’s been in the palace she knew him to be quiet and passive.

“Well, Oline, he’s anything but! Gracious, what a lousy fiancé!”

It was three weeks now since Y/N had arrived at Odin’s palace. Things didn’t seem to be getting any better and frankly her patience was wearing very thin. She would try to be kind to him but he was simply obnoxious and would make it near impossible to want to work it out. It also didn’t help that they never seemed to speak for more than a few minutes and that now he would use his magic to torment the girl.

He would pull chairs out too far with a wave of his hand from across the room, making Y/N fall right on her bottom. He’d make lizards appear in her room which he grew to learn she hated. She would scream and run out of her bedroom clinging onto and begging the guard posted outside of her door to get it out, but she’d be dammed if she were to let the guard kill the little thing. Loki would even turn her mead into raw eggs at the dinner table just as she was drinking it.

Prince Loki would secretly watch her fall into his traps and he loved every second of it. He wasn’t sure though if it was because he’d get to see her distressed or because he’d get to see her at all. He would be an absolute liar if he didn’t accept that he was intrigued by the princess, if he didn’t admit that what he really wanted to know was how her small hand would feel in his.

There was a knock on the princess’ door one night and Oline stood up to answer it.

“Lady Y/N.” said Thor standing in the doorway.

“Prince Thor. It is lovely to see you. What brings you around?” Y/N asked, climbing out of her bed and towards the man. Oline stepped aside and began to pick things up around the room.

“How would you feel for a walk?” he asked her.

“The Gods know I need one. Shall we?” she said grabbing her stole that was hung up on the rack next to the door.

Thor smiled at her and stepped to his right to let her through to the corridor. “I know just the place.” He said to her holding his elbow out which she took, smiling.

Speaking with Thor felt comfortable and easy. Though they didn’t have too many things in common, he was much more responsive and thoughtful than Loki.

The older prince led her to the palace garden which Y/N quickly noticed was huge!

“It felt like he was indirectly telling me to shut up!” she told Thor inconceivably as they walked down the passage where daisies bloomed.

Thor laughed slightly at her reaction and he shook his head.

Suddenly they came to a stop and Y/N turned to face him. “Thank you for listening to me… you’re much kinder than your brother.”

“Loki is… misunderstood. He is not a bad person I assure you.” Thor reassured her, patting her hand.

“Hm.” Y/N hummed as she nodded, believing what the man told her. Her heart softened at the thought of the young prince only needing someone to listen.

Loki watched them from a balcony up above as they stopped by the garden bench and suddenly his heart began to do something he didn’t understand. Why was he hoping so strongly that they would step away from each other? Why did he want to interrupt them? He wanted to believe there was nothing going on between them but his insecurities couldn’t let him be sure. He wanted to go down there and pull her away from him by her gentle little hand. He was praying to every God that his brother wouldn’t lean in and kiss her.

The truth was, there was nothing going on between Y/N and Thor. He had always treated her nicely and respectfully, it always felt like an easy friendship. They had never flirted with each other, never fancied each other that way, or even considered it.

Loki let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding when they said goodnight and went opposite ways. Thor had insisted on walking her back to her bedroom but she wouldn’t let him and told him she wanted to roam inside for a while longer.

It had been one month down out of six in total that Y/N and her parents would be staying with the neighboring royal family before the wedding. Not even halfway there and it was wearing on Y/N harshly.

She found peace in the music room though and she’d often go there to compose or to play. Mostly to compose.

On a slightly warmer night than usual, she made her way to the music room, turning the corner of the longer corridor of the west wing. She gently pushed open the door, distracted as she looked down at the papers already in her hand. She had already learned where things were so she absently made her way to the desk next to the grand piano, completely missing Loki standing at the entrance of the balcony of the room.

“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly, turning around to stare at her.

Y/N ’s eyes shot up surprised, but her face fell when she noticed it was him.

“I came to collect the rest of my composition if you really must know. Do not fret, I was just leaving.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Composition?” Loki asked monotonously.

Y/N hesitating before answering, looking up to meet his eyes. He was walking closer to her now. ‘Why did he just ask that? Could he possibly be interested in what I’m writing? Is he finally starting to care?’ Y/N thought to herself.

“Yes…” she said to him finally, straightening her posture.

Standing in front of her now, he held out his hand in silence. Y/N handed the work she had been editing and Loki skimmed it with his eyes, flipping the page only once.

“A bit… droll, wouldn’t you say?” he said, teasing now. “Perhaps if you’d spent less time on your hair it’d be slightly less…prosaic.” he said with a smug face. Y/N could have sworn she saw him smirk too and it made her blood boil.

She snatched back her papers and scoffed. “I should have known.” She sneered under her breath before turning around to leave.

She headed for the door which was still open how she left it but just before she could step outside, Loki waved his hand and the door slammed shut, Y/N walking into it with a loud thud. It took everything out of Loki to hold in his laughter as the princess held her forehead in pain with her right hand.

This was it. Y/N was furious and if there was any patience left in her body before this moment, it was long gone now. She wasn’t stupid, she knew about all his little pranks and while she didn’t understand why he did them, she tried her best not to take them personally. Except they were, of course they were personal! And she would let it out now, all she’s been holding in for more than a month.

Suddenly, Y/N forgot everything Thor had told her about his younger brother the night they walked through the garden, and she exploded.

“Why, you insolently audacious little twerp! How dare you?! How can you be so spineless and vexatious?! I’ve had just about enough of you!” she yelled at him, stomping back to where he stood. She had thrown her papers down and they danced about before hitting the floor. Y/N rarely ever lost her temper, especially this way.

Loki was taken aback, “And I of you!” he yelled back.

Norns, she was fiery. It was exciting to Loki and he only thought it made her that much more desirable.

“What exactly is it you’ve had enough of?! I’m not the one acting foolish, pulling pranks on girls they barely know, only as a child would!”

“That! That is precisely what I’m sick of! Your cheeky backtalk!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a prick I wouldn’t have to!” Y/N said.

“Oh, give me a break and give up the act! You’re not as poised as you pretend to be, admit it! Always so posh and proper, it’s a load of-“

“Don’t you curse at me, mister!” she interrupted him loudly, wagging a finger at him.

“Or what?!”

“You’re only angry your father is making you marry me, you’re upset that I’m your ‘punishment’ and that you’ll have to live with me for the rest of your days, Loki Odinson!” she said with air quotes on the word ‘punishment.’

Loki’s heart jumped at the way his name sounded on her lips but he would rather die than admit that right now.

“It’s true! I don’t even want to get married to you!” he yelled.

“I know that you mannerless coward! Neither do I!” she said furiously.

“You ludicrous quim!” he shot back.

“You spineless jerk!”

“You vain shrew!” he shot again.

“You vindictive idiot!” said she.

“You’re mediocre and a hoax!” said he.

“You’re immature and cretinous!”

“Why, you conceited little brat!” he growled.

“And how!” she said sarcastically.

“I hate you!” Loki yelled.

“I hate you more!” Y/N said but before she knew it, the prince’s lips crashed into hers, his left arm snaking tightly around her waist as his other hand held the back of her head. She had let her hair down today and this made it easier for Loki to bury his fingers in her locks just now. Y/N didn’t know why but she immediately gave into the kiss, melting into his arms and tightening her grip on his biceps. He had her pushed up against the grand piano now and was kissing her feverishly, neither of them understanding their desire. Loki’s heart fluttered when she moved her hands up to his hair and tugged softly, the soft pink flesh of her lips leaving a trace of the taste of berries on his. Their tongues twirled together but only for a moment and they both pulled back, resting their foreheads against each other’s.

It was as if nothing had happened just moments ago, as if they weren’t berating each other and hurting the other ones feelings. In a moment that seemed instantaneous, all that rage turned to something far from it.  

“Why did you do that?” she asked breathlessly with her eyes closed when they pulled away.

“You just wouldn’t shut up.” he replied. Y/N pulled back and looked up into his eyes incredulously, beginning to get upset again. She tried to push him off but he smiled faintly and held her firmly in place by her waist, close to his body.

She looked at him again now and something in her eyes softened.

“You know, most men get their fiancé’s flowers or take them on a picnic… not torment them.” she said, mumbling that last part and looking away.

“Is that what you’d like?” he said almost teasing her, but it was a genuine question. He couldn’t help himself any longer, he had given up his act the second their noses touched, milliseconds before that kiss.

She met his eyes once more, quite surprised.

She thought before answering: “W-well, yes,” she said. “As a matter of fact it is something I’d like.” she finished as she twiddled with the fabric of his attire, standing up straighter to make herself seem bigger but even with the most perfect posture, Y/N had to tilt her head up to look at him. If she were to lean her head down right now, it would fit perfectly over his chest, just under his chin.

Loki placed a hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes, not saying anything.

“Do you truly believe my music to be droll?” she asked him.

He stared at her, feeling bad that what he said just now affected her gravely enough for her to ask that.

He shook his head side to side gently. “Do you truly believe me a coward?”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot and her eyes fell to his chest again. She shook her head side to side softly just as Loki did, her hands up against his upper body.

“I hope you’ll forgive me for what I said just now.” Y/N said.

Loki smiled now and he wasn’t trying to hide it.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, darling.” he said kissing her head.

Loki had walked with her back to her bedroom, kissing her knuckles as he said good night. Y/N went inside and pushed her back up against the door, bringing her fingertips up to her lips with a completely dazed look on her face. On his way back to his bedroom, Loki ran his thumb across his bottom lip, savoring the slight taste he still had left of her.

“Your highness? Are you alright?” Oline had asked back inside Y/N ’s room, walking up to the girl worriedly. “What ever could be the matter, sweet child, you look like you’ve just seen death itself!”

“Oline, I believe I may be coming down with something.” she said looking at nothing in particular with her hand still by her lips.

“Oh my.” Oline said under her breath, bringing the back of her hand up the girls forehead to check for a fever.

Y/N finally snapped out of it and her eyes shot up to meet Oline’s. The older woman understood the second their eyes locked that Y/N didn’t mean she was feeling ill… something had happened. Something with the prince. Y/N smile slowly began to grow until it was a huge stupid grin plastered all over her face.

“Oh, Oline!” she exclaimed walking past the woman. “You will never believe what just happened!!” she said before letting out a squeal that made her whole body contract and shake slightly.

This made Oline laugh and shake her head.

“Oh, he is so handsome…” Y/N said dreamily as she twirled around the room with her hands clasped up against her chest. “I nearly dropped dead!” she laughed out.

“I take it you’ve had a slight change of heart, your highness.” Oline giggles and it makes Y/N giggle too.

“Come, dear, tell me more.” Oline said to the girl, guiding her towards the bed where they now sat. Y/N retold the story as best she could remember, even the bad part where he called her a brat. That made Oline’s eyes widen but she kept listening and swooned just as hard as Y/N had moments ago, when the girl described how the prince had kissed her.

Even the prince didn’t know what had come over him, he only knew it was growing impossible to keep the girl out of his head. At the most inappropriate times, his thoughts would drift off to her lips; the color of them and the addicting way they felt on his. He thought of the curve of her waist and how it fit perfectly in his hand. He thought of the way her breasts looked in those dresses she wore usually for dinner and how he preferred her hair loosely down her back rather than in a braid.

They sat together now, at the dinner table; putting everyone’s mind a bit more at ease. Frigga was starting to worry that they would never get along or that Y/N would drop dead before the wedding due to Loki’s mischief. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case; and over tea now, Y/N, Frigga, and Gisla would sit together and discuss, in exceptional detail, the wedding plans.

Loki loved how her hands felt on his shoulders as he played the piano. He would melt when she gave him a look from across the room or gently placed a hand on his thigh under the dinner table. His heart would beat unsteadily when she laced her fingers with his or caressed his face, when she would purposefully bend over far enough for him to be able to see down her dress or when she’d sing for him. Her voice was entrancing, it was almost as if Delibes wrote all those arias just for her. He would always be the first to sight read her music too, and secretly this made him feel very special.

Y/N was just a mess. Just a glance from him and she became undone. Anything he did would set the fire in her heart ablaze and she couldn’t do anything to help herself. She loved the way he looked when he read his books, how his legs would take up twice if not three times as much space as hers, how he’d play the grand piano while she played the violin or sang his favorite songs. The prince would chase her down the corridors and when he was close enough would taunt her by lifting the skirt of her dress up slightly as she ran. She’d feel his fingertips on her calf and he would only stop when she would turn around laughing, to slap his hand away, asking him to stop being so intrepid. He knew she loved it though and she knew it too, only she wouldn’t say it aloud. That kind of teasing usually followed with them eventually slowing down at the end of the hall entirely out of breathe, before Loki would grab her face and kiss her hungrily, pushing her up against the wall and running his hands all over her. Loki would feel for the nearest door behind her, to a room where they can hide in.

It had been three months now and Y/N felt herself falling deeper and deeper for the young prince who once made her life hel. They spent a lot of time together now and it was as if she was with a completely different person than that who greeted her at the palace steps all those weeks ago.

“At first I thought perhaps you didn’t like me because I’m too girlish.” Y/N admitted smiling softly to her prince as they stood one night on the balcony of the music room. He hovered over with a hand to her cheek, her bottom pressed against the ledge as she propped herself up with one hand.

“I quite like that actually. How you swear rosemary is crucial for your hair or how you always crave a new dress or how you worry your earrings don’t match the shoes that your dresses mostly cover.” he said tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She slapped his arm gently and he laughed.

Y/N laughed too and wrapped her arms around his torso, looking up at him. “I’ll believe that you like all that, just this once. Although surely you hate that I’m a hopeless romantic too.” she said teasingly.

“Hopeless romantic?” he asked.

“You know… I like the cliches and sweet words. The flowers and the walks. The letters and the soft caresses.” she replied, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt over his chest, her eyes away from his.

“I’ll give you more than that.” he began to say, pulling her head into his chest which was the perfect chance for him to rest his chin atop it. He looked out into the distance. “I’ll take you to every concert and play you wish to see, I’ll build you a garden from nothing at all, and if you wish me to write you messages within the stars, I’d do so and bring a few down with me just for you to keep as a memento.”

Y/N couldn’t contain her grin her hugged him tighter before slowly pulling back to meet his eyes again. There was silence for a moment until her curiosity took over and made her speak.

“I must ask you something.” she said.

“What could that be, dove?” replied Loki.

Hesitantly: “Did you ever want to get married before our parents arranged this?... to anyone?”

Loki inhaled and gently pushed away from her, holding her softly by her arms before he let her go. Y/N frowned, worried that she had upset him.

“No.” he replied, moving away from her, and propping himself up by his forearms over the ledge as he looks straight ahead.

“Oh.” Y/N said quietly, but Loki caught it. She turned around now to face how he was and rested her hands on the ledge now too. Suddenly she was even unsure if to come too close to him.

“I presume you’ve always wanted to get married.” he said and Y/N shook her head in agreement.

“Not just to anyone though.” she clarified.

There was another silence before Loki spoke.

“Well, aren’t you going to ask me if I’ve changed my mind?” he said suddenly. Y/N ’s eyes shot up quickly to his and studied them for a moment.

“H-have you changed your mind?” she asked, all of a sudden timid.

Loki stood up straight and inched closer to her making her turn her body to face him correctly. He towered over her more than usual in that instant.

“I have changed my mind. I would like to be married… to someone that I love.” he spoke.

“Me too.” Y/N squeaked stupidly.

“I love you, Y/N.” Loki said abruptly.

Y/N was dumbfounded.

“Y-you do?” Y/N said with wide eyes. Loki didn’t say anything and was beginning to grow nervous now, just not enough for Y/N to notice.

He looked away but Y/N moved his face back in place with her palm on his cheek.

“I love you too.” she said sincerely, never breaking eye contact. “I do. More than I ever thought I could love somebody.”

“Do you mean that?”

“I’ve never lied to you about my feelings, Loki.”

Slowly, Loki moved in closer to her, dipping his head to kiss her. “Marry me.” he whispered against her lips, making her giggle.

“Of course I will, silly.” she said pecking his lips. “I would no matter what.”

It’s not clear at what moment they began to display affection publicly but it was clear to everyone around them that they had both had a drastic change of heart. Loki would often ask where she was and press his hand gently on her lower back when she would go through doors. It confused the others but made everyone at ease.

Even Thor was alarmed at his younger brother’s strange and new behavior. He’d catch them at the dinner table looking at each other like there wasn’t a five-course meal in front of them. He’d see Loki smile wider than ever before and would even notice him planning the next arrangement of flowers he’d send to her room, scribbling notes and sketches in his notebook.

This became Loki’s new favorite pastime. He would find new books he thought she would like, would tie them with a pretty bow and note, and leave them in front of her room. He did the same with the sheet music he’d buy for her. Y/N would often times wake up to a palace maid at her door, holding a bouquet that was much too big for her. Y/N would help her and remove it from her hands and thanking her, straggling to put it down anywhere she could find place, which she was running out of. Loki spoiled her with dresses she had only dreamed of and jewelry so beautiful it shouldn’t have even been allowed to wear them. Those he usually gave to her himself and while they were nice, Y/N liked how excited he got when he had something to give her more than the actual gift itself.

“Darling.” Y/N said turning around to see Loki one day that she had been on a balcony speaking with Thor.

“We’re going to an opera tonight.” said Loki interrupting them.

“We are?” asked Thor.

Loki gave him a glare, walking up closer to them. “Not you.”

“Just us.” the young prince corrected looking down at his fiancé as he snaked an arms around her waist.

Y/N smiled at him and Thor raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were asking me to leave, brother.”

“That’s precisely what I’m asking, now leave me and bride-to-be.” he said dismissively as he wrapped his other arm around the girls waist, making her face him.

“Loki, don’t be rude.” Y/N laughed and Thor just walked away.

Besides reading together, playing music together, or walking the garden together, this became their new favorite date idea. Loki would take her to see all the operas, plays, ballets, and concerts they held knowing she absolutely loved them. She especially loved to see the orchestra’s and would watch her as her eyes sparkled when they began to tune.

Five months into her stay, Y/N was positive she couldn’t have been happier. That is , of course, until one day Loki planned a picnic, just before dusk.

“Loki, this is just lovely, sweetheart.” Y/N said swooning as she fell to her knees on top of the blanket Loki had laid out. There seemed to be endless kinds of sandwiches and desserts, fruits, nuts, and tea.

He would do anything to see that smile on her face forever.

“I was trying to do this sooner but they’ve all been taking you away from me.” he said referring to the families inside the palace. It’s true. Recently, it had all been becoming very real and the preparations for the wedding seemed never ending.

“That’s alright. We’re here now, no?” Y/N said to him, kissing his lips as he sat down.

They ate and laughed, flirting heavily of course. They hearts were full and their stomachs fed as they sat there, staring at each other. Y/N had her legs tucked to her side while Loki’s spread out in front of him, crossing one over the other. His hand caressed her face silently for a while before he spoke. “I had you come here to tell you something, dear.” he said as their noses almost touched, looking at her lips.

“Tell me.” She said quietly.

He moved his eyes up to hers. “Stand up.” he said, and she gave him a look but complied after a moment.

“What am I up here for?” she asked after a moment, placing her hands on her hips, and looking down at Loki with a smile.

Loki shifted and dug into his pocket before readjusting himself to be on one knee. Y/N’s smile fell just like her hands did and her heart began to beat violently against her ribcage.

“My mother told me to wait until our wedding day to give you this but it just didn’t feel right and I thought I should do it sooner.”

“Loki.” she spoke.

“Y/N, I never thought I would do this but you’ve changed my life in so many ways. I never thought it was possible to love another this much and though at times it’s frightening, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

The princess held her hands to her chest, a smile creeping upon her face.

“Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” he asked her holding out the small box he had in his hand displaying a ring.

The girl barely waited for him to finish and toppled him down into the grass with a huge hug. Loki went down with a grunt and chuckled.

“Of course, of course I’ll be your wife.” she told him kissing his face all over.

Sitting up, Loki slipped the ring onto her finger and they both looked down to admire it.

“I never took you to be so romantic.” she told him and he looked up at her.

“For you I’d move mountains, my love.” he said to her.

In a month they were wed and it was easily the most grandiloquent wedding of the millennium. They both had expected this to go horribly wrong but now they couldn’t even imagine living without each other. Waking up next to Loki was all Y/N could have asked for. The couple was happy and soon they would welcome a little girl, making three.

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The Grouchy Prince (Part 1)

Read part two FINAL here

LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Feisty Princess female reader

Summary: Y/N marries for love. Unfortunately, that is the one luxury royalty doesn't always have.

Trigger warnings: angst, Loki being mean again lol, arranged marriage, slow burn, pranks, arguing, name calling.

A/N: Okay I'm sorry it's a lot like my very first story but it is a little different and honestly it might be my favorite. -A

“You what?!” Y/N asked loudly. “No, no, no, no, no, mother. Do forgive me but this is just absurd!” she said laughing nervously as she waved her hand dismissively, standing up off the red velvet couch in her mother’s reading room and pacing around.

Her mother gave her a look, mostly one that meant ‘here we go again.’

“Y/N… we’ve discussed this before… you must be wed. Now rather than later. That’s why we must take this opportunity.” she said looking over the rim of her reading glasses.

“Yes, mother, I will be wed.” Y/N began to say with her with clasped hands up to her chest, walking over to the front of her mother’s desk where the older woman sat with a book in her hands. “Just to someone that I love.” she finished, spreading her palms out authoritatively over the wooden surface.

Again, her mother gave the same look, unamused. “Y/N, that’s not realistic… you know it is not. We must do what is right for our kingdom now. Not when you decide to look for love.”

“Mother, that’s not something you look for. Don’t you know? You love father, do you not? I’d bet you weren’t looking for that.”

“Well, yes, of course I love your father but… that is not the same.”

“It’s exactly the same!” Y/N protested, throwing her hands up in frustration.

“No more, young lady!” Queen Gisla said, fed up. Y/N looked at her and shut herself up, quietly seething.

“You will marry Prince Loki.” she said sternly. “I will not repeat myself once more. It is done and settled with The Allfather, anyhow. Do not make us look unpleasant.”

Y/N had to physically bite her togue but it mostly just looked like her jaw clenched. She said nothing now, glaring at her mother. Suddenly and with a huff, she turned briskly and stormed out of the room, slamming the door.

Princess Y/N couldn’t believe it. How could they do this to her? Normally, she got along wonderfully with her mother. They’d have tea together regularly, design their dresses together, even just take strolls together. They were like best friends. But not Y/N grumpily sat on her bed, thinking of her almost as her greatest enemy.

Endlessly had she talked to her mother about how she wanted to get married. That was the truth. That she did want to. To a handsome man that loved her and picked flowers for her just to put them in her hair. Someone who’d hold her kindly and let her have most of the blanket when they slept together. Someone to tell her she was beautiful, who would listen to her play her music, who would pull the stars out of the sky for her.

But she felt betrayed now.

She let herself cry now, uncontrollably. She fell backwards onto her mattress, looking up to the painted ceiling filled with cherubs. She reached over and snatched a pillow, gripping it tight in a fetal position and letting herself sob.

She fell asleep this way and woke up the next day. Over her sheets, with the pillow in her arms, her cheeks tight from the tear stains that have now long dried. She pulled herself out of bed and cleaned up a bit, washing her face and changing her clothes. She was finishing the last twist in her hair when she heard a knock.

“Yes, come in.” she said loud enough for the person on the other side to hear, tying the end of her hair.

“Father.” she said as she stood up. Her father rarely ever came to her room so the fact that he was there must have been for something important.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to where his daughter stood, by the large window that had its curtains pulled to let the sunlight in.

“Hello, dear.” he spoke in his usual soothing voice.

“Hello, father.” she said slightly worried, but her dad didn’t seem to catch the tone in her voice.

“I’ve come to speak with you.” he says to her.

“Oh?”

“I understand you’ve been troubled.” he starts and Y/N pulls a chair out for him.

She takes a deep breath in and out of her nose, blinking a few times.

“Well, maybe not troubled…” she says but gives up her act, sighing. “Alright, more like absolutely distressed.” she admits defeatedly (and dramatically) as she slumps down into the chair in front of him with a frown.

Her father chuckles gently at her sad attempt of a lie.

He spoke with her now, sincerely, and in all truth it made Y/N feel a lot better. She wanted to please her parents as well as to fulfill her duty as a royal; she really didn’t want to let anyone down and after the conversation with her father, Y/N genuinely believed that it couldn’t be that bad and if her and the prince didn’t fall in love, they could at least be really good friends who had learnt to coexist.

Silly, if she thought too hard about it. But she was trying her best not to.

Just then her mother walked in, clearing her throat slightly which makes Y/N and her father look back at her.

“I thought you could use some support.” Gisla said to Magne, Y/N’s father (the king), as she stood with her back against the door.

“We were just finishing up.” he spoke with a small smile.

Gisla walked over to them, stepping next to her daughter, and picking the girl’s face up with her palms.

“I am sorry, sweet girl… I should not have spoken to you the way I did.” she apologized honestly to her daughter.

Y/N frowned faintly and leaned into her mother’s touch. “I am sorry, mother. I should not have raised my voice.”

“We love you very much dear, surely you know that.” spoke her mother and her dad nodded gently.

Y/N bit her lip and pulled her mother in for a hug, her head resting over the older woman’s stomach. Magne joined the women in their embrace and kissed both their heads.

Heading out of the room now, her parents spoke: “We leave at dusk, darling. You should begin packing your things.”

Y/N nods softly, still feeling quite numb.

How could it be that she was supposed to share her space, her privacy, possibly even her ideas, to someone that she’d never even met; it was all so sudden.  She was expected to share a bed with him, for Odin’s sake! Not right away, anyway. But still!

Y/N was a fairly open and witty individual. She was kind to the palace staff, often helped with chores, mostly sang and danced with others even if there was no music playing. Her smile was contagious and her laugh would whisk the clouds on a rainy day out of the way to expose the sun. She was a hopeless romantic and that was evident to anyone who met her. She was proud to admit that.

She always knew she’d get married, have the wedding of the century, and devote herself to her husband. All under the fact she’d be in love. It almost didn’t feel right, this marriage. What if the prince already has someone he loves? Surely this would cause a strain on his love life then. Y/N imagined he would want to marry she (or he) who held his heart? Just like Y/N. Perhaps, if he didn’t have someone… they could fall in love.

“Oh, good Gods!” Y/N thought out loud, cringing at herself for even thinking that. She began packing now, blindly that is. Only moments before she was about to leave did she realize how foolishly she had shoved things into her case. Her mind had been preoccupied with questions to realize just what she threw in there.

‘Would Prince Loki enjoy the things she does? How does he feel about getting married? Does he even want to get married? What if he does and he’s going to make her tend to him like a good little wife, taking his boots off and bringing up his food?’ These questions still haunted Y/N in her mind.

She rolled her eyes and quickly thought of something else; she didn’t want to make herself in a bad mood when meeting the family she’d soon be marrying into.

“Your highness, we must be on our way now.” called a voice from the other side of her bedroom door which the princess knew to be Bjorn, the guard who regularly guarded this side of the palace.

She opened the door with one hand, her case in the other.

“Allow me to help you, your highness.” he says to her.

“Ah…” she laughs with a kind smile, “Thank you, dear Bjorn. You’re awfully kind.” She handed the case over with a bit of strain.

Bjorn smiles and takes it from her, walking a few behind Y/N as she made her way to the front of the place to where the carriage awaited.

“Ready, dear?” asks her father as Y/N took a seat inside the carriage in front of him.

She gave a gentle nod and a weak smile.

The young princess doesn’t remember much of the trip to the neighboring palace, she was zoned out for most of it. All she knew is that it took a few hours before she saw gates twice the size of the ones she had back home. Her eyes widens slightly and she picked her head up off from her hand.

The carriage came to a halt and she and her family began to dismount.

They were greeted by Odin, an older man not much taller than Y/N, with a white beard and shoulder length hair to match. His wife, Frigga, who wore a beautiful mint colored dress, her hands clasped elegantly in front of her and her hair done up in the most intricately beautiful pleats Y/N had ever seen. Thor, the blonde man standing next to the Queen Frigga, sported a huge smile and he seemed giddily restless. His hair was the same length as his fathers and his arms seemed as big around as Y/N was tall.

Next to Thor stood who she believed to be Prince Loki (she was correct). He didn’t seem very pleased at all. He was different than the rest of his family; wore darker attire than the rest and even carried himself differently. But, oh, was he handsome. Sinfully handsome.

As they said their hello’s, Y/N stood slightly behind her parents.

“Our daughter, Princess Y/N of Fjordane.” spoke Y/N’s father, stepping to the side a bit and Y/N stepped forward curtsying.

“It is truly an honor to meet you all.” she said kindly as she held the side of her dress with one hand and brought her other up to her chest, dipping her head gracefully without letting her tiara.

“We welcome you and your parents.” said Queen Frigga with a smile.

Odin wasted no time is guiding everyone inside, there would be a feast and drink after everyone had settled in.

Not once did Loki even glance her way. That she noticed, that is. But he had. Whether it was with distaste or charm, even he wasn’t quite sure yet.

Y/N’s family was escorted personally by Frigga herself to the rooms in which they would be staying in for the next couple of months until it was appropriate to officiate the wedding and have a celebration. First came Queen Gisla and King Magnus’ room.

“You are most welcome here. Please, if there is anything at all either of you need, do not hesitate to ask.” said Frigga to the girl’s parents with a smile. They thanked her and the guards began to leave their belongings inside the bedroom.

“As for you, dear. Follow me.” she said to Y/N.

The princess nodded softly and followed her close, leaving her parents behind.

They came to stop at a bedroom with doors a lot like the ones her parents room had.

“You and Loki mustn’t share a room until after the wedding. In the meantime, I hope this will suit you well.” she told the girl kindly.

Frigga pushes open the doors and reveals a large bedroom area with a light blue canopied bed and matching drapes. The ceiling was decorated with intricate paintings of legends and Valkyries, and the large windows let in the perfect amount of light, even during the nighttime.

There was a desk next to the wardrobe and it held a few book alongside loose sheets of blank paper. She even caught a glimpse of the staff paper that was waiting to be filled with new compositions.

There was a large dresser to the other side of the bed and next to that a vanity with jewelry, a hairbrush, perfume, and a small hand mirror.

“Oh, gracious…” Y/N began to say to herself as she stepped into the room, looking around. “This is lovely, my queen.”

“I am glad you like it.” Frigga told the girl. “Oline will be here shortly to assist to with your wardrobe for tonight’s dinner. She will be appointed to you throughout your stay here as well. Just as your parents, whatever you need, dear, do not be afraid to ask. Oline is very prompt.” she finished with a slight nod.

“You’re very kind, Queen Frigga, thank you.” Y/N said with a warm smile. Frigga excused herself and left Y/N to adjust into her new room. Only moments later, the girl was met with Oline.

Oline was a woman about fifteen years Y/N’s elder. She wore milkmaid braids and her apron seemed to be impeccably pressed. It didn’t take long for them to get along; Oline was very proper at first but Y/N knew that with a little kindness they would be talking about their clothes, shoes, and their hair just like two girlfriends would talk gossip. And evidently, that is just how it happened. When they are around others though, Oline molds into her proper self again, amusing Y/N.

“Say, Oline… which one do you like best?” Y/N said pensively as she switched the two dresses she had in her hands over her body. She really had to start getting for dinner.

“You would look lovely in either, your highness.”

“That wasn’t the question.” Y/N said and Oline’s eyes shot up in panic.

“I said, which one do you like best?” Y/N said setting the dresses down on the bed and walking towards Oline with a smile. “I want your most honest opinion.” she said to the older woman taking her hands and guiding her closer to the mirror.

Oline was quiet for a moment and looked pensive. “The blue one, your highness.”

“You’ve got marvelous taste, sweet Oline. Will you help me please?” Y/N said with a giggle as she grabbed the blue dress and began to undo the ribbons behind her.

Oline’s life flashed before her eyes in that moment as she could have sworn she had said something to upset the princess. But to her pleasant surprise, Y/N was much kinder than she thought a young princess should be.

Y/N was helped into a midnight blue dress adorned with small diamonds along its neckline. She wore her tiara again and Oline had braided her hair into a tight Dutch braid (if you have short hair ignore this) which she decorated after with golden twine.

They walked together to the dining hall, Oline a few steps behind the princess. Y/N called her out for it and told her she was more than welcome to walk next to her and that she really didn’t have to do that. Oline insisted and Y/N gave in, not wanting the older woman to get in trouble in the event that someone saw.

“Good evening.” Y/N would bow her head to all the guards she’d pass by in every corridor it took to get to the dinner table.

The doors were opened and Y/N walked inside. Her cheeks slightly flushed at suddenly being the center of attention but she kept her head held high and walked around to take a seat next to her parents, right in front of Loki. Oline stayed by the door.

It’s as if that was the waiters queue and it didn’t take long for the food to be displayed on the table.

‘Pft. Look at her.’ Loki thought to himself with a scoff. ‘Who does she think she is? I can’t believe Odin is making me marry her of all people. What can we possibly have in common? She looks like all she talks about it shoes and skirts and-‘

His thoughts were interrupted by his brother’s voice.

“Loki” Thor whispered again as he sat next to Loki. The younger brother looked over with a glare.

“She sure is a beauty isn’t she?” asks Thor quietly, only loud enough for his brother to hear.

“Shut up, will you?” Loki replied. Thor only rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his food.

“That’s true.” Y/N said to the table who had been talking about Paganini. “Though his caprices were normally more personal pieces. Usually left for encores or private gatherings. Either way they’re brilliant.”

Loki eyes shot up at this comment.

“Lady Y/N seems to know quite a bit about music.” Thor says excitedly, shuffling in his seat.

Y/N laughs softly and shakes her head.

“Everybody knows that.” Loki said suddenly grumpily, taking Y/N by surprise.

“Hush, brother. Do you play any instruments, princess?” Thor asked, dismissing Loki with a wave.

“Actually, I do.” she replied, smiling at Thor.

“Y/N is quite a talented composer.” Y/N’s mother beamed.

“Oh, mother, please.”  the girl said humbly, with a smile.

“I think we would all like to hear your music someday.” Frigga said to her. “Isn’t that right, Loki?”

“Sure.” was all he replied without looking up from his food.

‘Goodness, he could at least pretend to be interested. This is awfully awkward when he’s sitting there sulking like a child. He is not fit to be a husband.’ thought Y/N.

The rest of their first dinner went this way. Loki moping while the rest of the table got to know Y/N and her parents. Once they were finished, Y/N was hoping she would be able to catch a word with the younger prince but he seemed occupied as he spoke with his mother. Thor approached princess Y/N expressing how happy he was to open the doors of his home to her.

“If ever there is anything you need, you can look for me.” he said.

“Prince Thor, you’re tremendously kind.” Y/N said with a big grin to match his. “Thank you.”

“You’ll have to excuse my brother by the way; he grows nervous around pretty women.”

This makes Y/N laugh and Loki looks over for a second. Neither Thor or Y/N noticed this and he rolled his eyes, a strange pang of jealousy filling his body.

“He just needs some time.” Thor reassures a bit more seriously now, his head cocking towards the direction of the door. Y/N nods before turning her head and seeing Prince Loki leaving.

“Will you excuse me for just a moment?” Y/N said to Thor, turning back to him.

“It’s all right, Lady Y/N. I will see you tomorrow. Rest easily.”

“Yes, indeed. Same to you.” she said with a smile before briskly walking to the door.

In the corridor, she saw Loki’s green cape flowing behind him. She jogged slightly towards his direction, calling to him.

“Prince Loki!... Your highness, just a moment!” she called out to him with a smile. Loki turned around, the look on his face completely unamused.

“Hello.” Y/N said kindly, now right in front of him.

“May I help you?” he said to her simply.

“Help-“ she laughed. “Well, no… I just wanted us to formally meet. You know, since we’ll be…”

“I know what we will be.”

“Right.”

There was silence for a moment and Loki looked into her eyes. He hadn’t seen eyes glow before, but hers did. Her bottom lip was only slightly poutier than her top and they were the color and the strawberries Loki loved to have on a sweltering day.

“You seem to be knowledgeable in music, would you happen to like art as well? Or maybe you play an instrument too-”  

“Lady Y/N.” he said abruptly and Y/N stopped talking. He didn’t follow up with anything though and simply turned on his heel after a moment, leaving Y/N standing there like an idiot.

Her mouth dropped open while she watched him get smaller and turn the corner. “How terribly rude!” she said out loud, mostly to herself. She scoffed and laughed in incredulity. Who could he possibly think he is?

Y/N nearly stomped back to her room. How was she supposed to live like this? Was this something she’d have to learn to deal with? This was unbelievable. She was sure she had never had anyone be so disrespectful to her.

“He walked away from me, Oline! He just left me standing there like a complete fool! Can you believe that?!” Y/N asked her new friend as she hung upside down from the edge of her bed.

“Perhaps he needs more time, your highness.”

Y/N let out an airy noise from between her lips and turned upright now, leaning on her elbows. Oline walked towards her with a hairbrush and began to brush her tresses.

“Maybe… Either way, hel of a first impression, wouldn’t you say? And to his future wife!” Y/N said exasperated.

Oline smiled slightly at that and helped Y/N as she got ready for bed.

Y/N walked with Oline towards her door and there they said good night. Y/N was left alone after a while and she, again, began to feel the weight of her issue all over again.

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The Black Earphones (Part 2 FINAL)

Read part one here

LOKI AU: Loki x Avenger female reader

Summary: Forever.

Trigger warnings: bit of angst, mentions of past trauma, reader has long hair in this story???? don't know if that's a trigger warning but yea

A/N: This one's a little shorter but I still hope you guys like it :) -A

It’s not clear at what moment they began to read together but often times Wanda would walk in on them in the living area, each submerged in their own book, sitting on opposite ends of the couch. It was a silent agreement they had, where they’d meet and just read. No speaking, no interruptions, just books. Y/N would finish one and Loki would swap it for his. She enjoyed his company… he didn’t talk to her much and would mostly keep to himself. She liked that. Loki wouldn’t be caught dead admitting this but he would miss her when she was out training or on a mission. He’d sit alone, occasionally glancing to the spot she normally occupied and he’d imagine her figure there. The dip of the spot between her nose and her top lip, the way her hair was always tied back into beautiful twists, and how she’d tuck her leg under herself while leaning her arm against the couch rest so her delicate hands can hold open the books. The way she looked at him when their eyes would lock was etched into Loki’s brain now and if he thought too hard about it he would grow flustered. He kept that fact to himself though.

It was the third day in a row that Y/N had not shown up to read and Loki grew anxious. He stupidly worried that she had forgotten all about him. So, he picks himself up with a sigh and goes to find her. He had never been to her room before but he had his ways of finding out just which door it was. He also knew he wasn’t allowed there, so he sneaked around, now that those pesky guards were no longer appointed to him.

Reaching the fourth floor, he turned the corner and stepped up to the second door of the hallway.

He hesitated before knocking but did any way. “Y/N ?” he called out for her.

No response. He slowly pushed open the door, his desire to see her taking over. “Y/N, are you in here? I thought perhaps we-“

He stopped as his eyes landed on the most overwhelmingly pink he'd ever seen. His jaw almost dropped and he stepped further inside now, in complete incredulity.

He scanned the room starting at the bed with pink sheets pulled over the mattress and pink silk pillows to match, a white fluffy blanket folded neatly at the edge of it. The bedframe was white as well, with a metal frame designed of twisted brass. Above the bed hung a crown-like canopy holder drilled into the wall, white cotton curtains hanging off from it. The bed was filled with what looked like soft stuffed toys. In face the whole room was. Loki now stood in the center and kept looking around, trying to take it in and believe it. A white wood dresser sat in front of the bed and just next to it a small vanity where a hand mirror and hairbrush laid atop of. He readjusted his footing after feeling something other than the hard floor. A pink heart shaped rug lay underneath his boots. Looking back up he saw tall shelves filled with books…and more stuffed animals. Next to that was a desk, filled with journals, more books, and sheet music. He was in disbelief. This room couldn’t possible belong to the girl he had seen outside. The very quiet, almost scary looking (but beautiful) girl.  He thought perhaps he was in the wrong room for a moment but he turned to her desk again and looked over a few pictures. Some were with Natasha and others were with the rest of the Avengers, either way Y/N’s face was the same in all of them. Neutral.

'To our newest member! Welcome to the family, Y/N/N.

 -Nat'

That’s what a note on a small piece of paper said. It was tucked into the side of one of the picture frames on the desk and this confirmed to Loki who’s bedroom he was in.

“Get out.” Loki heard a voice say suddenly. A voice that he had only heard a handful of times before.

The thing was… no one was allowed into Y/N’s room. Not Natasha. Not Steve or Clint. Wanda, Bruce, or Tony. Not Peter, or Thor, and especially not any new ‘visitors.’ Nobody actually knew what the inside of Y/N’s room looked like and since she was so reserved in every other aspect, no one really wondered about it much either.

Y/N wouldn’t lose her temper very often; in fact, when she thought about it, she didn’t think she had ever lost it in front of the rest of her team at all.

But this. This did it for her. Her most sacred place, intruded upon. A place she thought would show a sign of weakness.

“Y/N…” Loki said turning around and walking towards her, “I’ve been looking for you-“

Y/N drew her daggers, almost making them appear out of nowhere. She didn’t like repeating herself; she never did it and she sure wasn’t about to start now.

“Woah, alright, now.” Loki said now stumbling backwards with his hands raised up to his chest in defense.

She stopped just in front of him, pointing the end of one of the weapons at him. She was visibly angry now and Loki had never seen her this way.

“Oh, darling. I wouldn’t if I were you.” Loki said cockily, forgetting all the warnings the rest had given him during his first stays here. He didn’t know it in that moment but she was actually showing him mercy. She knows how powerful she is and opted to use her weapons instead.

Suddenly, Loki disappeared in a green mist, appearing a few feet behind her drawing daggers of his own out of thin air. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” he said, cocking his head to the side.

Y/N clenched her teeth, and she felt her heart burning in her chest. She tossed her daggers to the ground viciously and they fell hard with a clang, conjuring up her power and letting it float above her palms.

Loki’s eyes widened and before he knew it, he was being charged at. They flew out through the door and smashed into the wall just in front of Y/N’s doorway, crumbling it. Y/N picked him up by his collar and slammed him into the floor, breaking that too and ending up in the lower level, in the midst of everyone who was lounging in the common area. Y/N still had Loki by the collar, her eyes shining a purple light as they both struggled with each other.

“God dammit, not again.” Tony mumbled under his breath before realizing it was Y/N who crashed down from the ceiling, his eyes widening.

“What the f-“ Nat started and Steve stopped her. “Language.” he said as he usually does, before getting up and picking Y/N up by her waist, pulling her back away from Loki.

“Y/N!” Tony screamed, trying to get her to stop.

She was breathing rapidly, being held back by Steve.

“What did you do?” Wanda directed her question to Loki in worried confusion.

“N-nothing,” Loki started. “I was just-“

“SHUT UP!” Y/N yelled at him, startling everyone. Steve had to use more strength now to hold her back. “Okay, there, firecracker.” Steve said, straining a bit. She was small compared to the captain but she had a mighty strength to her. They weren’t exactly ‘used’ to hearing her voice especially not like this. Loki shut himself up, quickly understanding that she didn’t want him to talk about.

“Y/N/N, stop.” Natasha called out stepping towards her. She took the younger girl away, her earphones somehow still in her ears, while Thor guided Loki to the other side. Nat and Y/N left the room and Thor spoke to Loki apart from the rest of the group.

“Loki, what exactly did you do to make her that way? It’s Lady Y/N for Odin’s sake, how do you even manage to upset her?” Thor asked his younger brother while the others cleaned up a bit and Tony got on the phone with his architect.

“I-I… I don’t know… I was looking for her and so I went into her room and-“

“YOU WHAT?!” Thor interrupted loudly.

Loki shushed him loudly, anxiety taking over him. “Shut up, will you? I think she’ll kill me if she finds out I told you.”

“Loki, nobody goes into her room.” Thor says quieter now.

“Yes, well, now I know that.” he says sassily before he moves a hand up to massage his shoulder. “How is she that strong?”

“We warned you, brother. Now you got beat up… by a girl too.” Thor laughs before walking away towards the others.

The truth was, Loki was quite frightened of her now. When they were fighting it didn’t feel like he had control even for a second. She was much stronger than him and even though he did fight back, Y/N still managed to daunt him. He didn’t know she had powers and had he ever even thought of the idea, he certainly wouldn’t have imagined them to be that way.

A couple hours passed and it was beginning to get late. Loki finally mustered up enough courage to push himself off the couch, his legs still feeling a bit like jelly. As he turned the second corner, a small body bumped into his. He froze and gulped, realizing who it was.

Y/N. With a calm look on her face until she looks up to meet his gaze. Loki makes a face, that of which said, ‘I didn’t just see you.’ He averts his eyes and steps to the side, briskly walking away. Y/N’s jaw clenches and she quickly turns around, speed walking to catch up to him and spin him around by his arm.

Loki makes a small, frightened noise and is met with her eyes.

‘Norns ,she is terrifying… but she’s so cute.’ he thinks to himself looking into her eyes.

“If you speak to anyone about what you saw, I will put you so deep down into this Earth you will never find your way to Valhalla.” Y/N says through her teeth, the grip on his arm tightening slightly.

‘Come to think of it, maybe not that cute.’ he thinks again quickly, not really referencing her looks anymore, more so her ability to be indubitably spine-chilling.

He nods vigorously and she lets his arm go, turning on her heel quickly and walking away as Loki stands there still feeling uneasy.

The was the longest sentence Loki believed her to ever have spoken to him… possibly in all her life.

Needless to say, Y/N didn’t read with him anymore, and he didn’t even sit on the couch they usually did. Now, he was mostly on the balcony up on the same third floor, only on the other side. A few weeks went by this way until one night Y/N saw the young prince sitting in that same spot, under the stars.

She felt bad. beginning to believe she overreacted. Just because she didn’t know how else to react at someone invading her privacy, it didn’t make it an excuse for her to be so harsh on Loki. That guilt weighed heavy on her chest and it took a few days for her to discern that.

Y/N stood at the glass door to the balcony that had been left open and after a moment, she spoke: “I am sorry.” Loki turned his head back quickly from the bench he was sitting on, his eyes landing on her figure. He really wasn’t expecting her and stands up to turn his body, Y/N now walking towards him.

“I am sorry.” he says to her, with a hand over his heart. “I shouldn’t have done what I did, especially not knowing how much it means to you.”

Y/N stared at him, something in her eyes seeming softer now. She looked away shyly and stepped around to sit on the bench. Loki looked down at her and did the same.

“Delibes?” he asked after a short while, pointing at her earphones. Y/N looked up at him silently.

She thought for a moment before lifting her left hand up to her right ear. She removed the bud gently and placed it into Loki’s right ear, keeping the other one in on herself. He listened to the music emitting from this foreign gadget for a bit.

“Mahler.” he corrected himself; and for the first time, he saw her smile. Not a full smile, the kind where her teeth show and her eyes close. A small smile that made her dimples deepen only slightly.

Right that moment, Tony walked past to see this and he was about to interrupt when Clint held a hand out to his chest, right over his arc reactor. Clint shakes head softly and Tony stops, sighing and turning back the way he was going.

Starblade and The God of Mischief were together a lot now. They were rarely seen apart unless of course Y/N was sent out on a mission. The others weren’t really sure what to make of it until one day when Thor and Natasha walked into the common area. It was around three in the afternoon, Y/N and Loki napping together on the grey leathered couch. Her body looked significantly smaller next to his and she laid her head on him as his arm curled around her, nestling her under him.

“This can’t be happening.” said Nat stopping in her tracks.

“I think it’s rather endearing.” Thor laughed quietly, crossing his arms.

Y/N wasn’t sure at what moment they began to show discreet forms of affection to each other, all she knew is that she loved them and would constantly crave for more. She’d never bring herself to say that out loud though. He would brush her hand with his, hold it under the table, and when no one was around he’d tuck loose strands of her hair behind her ear and rub his thumb over her cheek. This was all very new to Y/N and she would often find herself thinking of new ways to show she cared. If she asked Nat or Wanda she’d give herself away so it became rather difficult for her think of this; especially considering she’s never had someone take a liking to her how Loki did.

She’d speak much more now. Only to him though and when no one else was around. She told him her story and the truth to why she never let anyone into her bedroom.

Loki felt bad for her now and he was overcome with a desire to protect her.

“You can be yourself with me.” he said to her the day they had that conversation. They had been sitting out on the balcony again, stargazing.

She looked up at him now. Gently: “I know.”

Loki smiled sadly as he put a hand up to her cheek, “Why must you give me those eyes, dove? You seem distressed.”

Y/N shook her head, looking down. “Not distressed.”

“Then what?” he asked her, curling a finger under her chin. She looked up into his blue eyes but they soon fell to the curves of his lips.

She thought about what it, what would be like to kiss him. Truthfully, she had this idea very early on, and she thought herself to be demented. How could she have the desire for this when he caused so much destruction. His sinfully good looks were playing a big part but now that she knew he was just misunderstood, that no one gave him the time of day to listen to his wants and needs, she wanted him even more.

Loki stared at her, the way her lips would pout and how her lashes would curl upward only slightly, her cheeks flushed under the moonlight. He reaches to the back of her head and gently undoes the hair clip holding her hair up. To his surprise, she lets herself, but secretly only she knows that she would do just about anything for him at this point. Her hair cascades down her back, waving delicately from the braid she had in earlier.

“You’ve no idea just how beautiful you are.” Loki says to her wholeheartedly, and this sends Y/N over the edge as she grabs his shirt, pressing her lips against his feverishly. Loki melts into her touch and pulls her in by her waist causing her to straighten her back and press her body even closer to his.

“Mr. Stark…you owe me fifty bucks.” Peter says to the older man prudently, standing inside and watching the couple. Tony mumbles something under his breath and Peter stands there shyly fidgeting before following him to where he had disappeared to.

There were many reasons why Y/N had sleepless nights. Most days she was flustered, still getting used to the way Loki would touch her and tell her sweet things. But a lot of the time she worried about what would happen when they sent Loki back. Back to Asgard. Lightyears away from Earth, away from Y/N.

Too soon that day came and Loki was due to return to his home. But he felt this was his home now. Next to Y/N.

Y/N sat on his bed, watching him pack some of his belongings into a small case.

“Do not go.” she said catching Loki by surprise. He looked over to the side at her.

“Oh, my sweetness,” he began, kneeling down and positioning himself between her legs. “You know I do not wish to leave you. But I must return back to Asgard now.” His hand was caressing her face and he noticed the tears pooling under her lashes. His heart was breaking into a million pieces at the sight of her like this but the situation wasn’t entirely in his control.

Loki was gone. And those were possibly the longest seven months Y/N has ever had. She recoiled back into her usual self: reserved and dismissive. She thought about him every single day and frankly Loki was the same. His longing for her had become so much that he even told his mother about her.

One a day where the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, Y/N walked into her usual lounging area on the third floor, where she heard the rest of the Avengers. She walked in silently, her eyes glued to her book as her earphones swayed slightly.

“Hello.” she heard a familiar voice call soothingly. Everyone stopped talking and Y/N did a double take before her eyes landed on him.

Loki was back. For a reason she did not know, but he was back, nonetheless.

Dropping her book to the ground, she dashed forward, jumping into Loki’s arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held him tightly, her feet not touching the floor for a second. Loki makes a small straining noise and chuckles. The rest watched in awe, clearly never having seen the girl show affection this way.

“I missed you too, my little star.” Loki said to her, chuckling.

Y/N let go of him and now simply stood there, embarrassed that she had let the others see that.

“How does he do it?” Clint mumbled in amazement with his arms crossed as he shook his head slightly.

Loki had come back to, surprisingly, help his brother with a mission. Obviously he would take advantage of this and see Y/N too.

They sat in the common area now and no one was around.

“How long will you stay?” she asked him abruptly.

“Only a week, darling.” He frowned, and she did as well.

There was quiet for a while before she spoke: “I want to go with you.”

Loki gave her a look. A disbelieving one.

“Darling… you know you can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” he began to say but couldn’t finish.

Y/N knew Loki would outlive her. She knew Asgard was rather different than Earth (Midgard) and she knew that there was a good chance that Odin would never even allow this. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care about any of that anymore, she just wanted to live beside him.

“Because…” Y/N repeated, waiting for him to finish. Loki searched her eyes and all he found was sincerity.

He sighs. “There is a way…” he trailed off. “But I simply couldn’t ask that of you.” He said removing his arm from around her now. She nearly whined at the loss of friction and scooted closer to him now, her eyes silently asking for him to tell her. He pick his head up to look over to her. “No.” he says almost begging her to stop looking at him that way so he doesn’t cave. “Y/N, no. You belong here.”

“I want you.” she says, and Loki’s heart sinks, “Forever.”

He explains to her that Frigga can grant her the lifespan of an Asgardian but once it is done it cannot be undone. Y/N doesn’t seem to care though and she eventually tells Tony that she’ll be leaving. His head nearly exploded when she told him this but Wanda and Bruce managed to get him to calm down and accept that this is what Y/N really wanted. She would still be part of the Avengers, just wouldn’t live under the same roof anymore…or the same country…or the same planet.

It’s safe to say that Y/N never regret the decision she made that day. She and Loki spent the rest of their lives causing mischief together.

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The Black Earphones (Part 1)

LOKI AU: Loki x Avenger female reader

Summary: Y/N isn't very good with words. But somehow, without saying much at all, she's caught Loki's attention.

Trigger warnings: bit of angst, mentions of past trauma, reader has long hair in this story???? don't know if that's a trigger warning but yea

A/N: Guys I'm going to try my best to have part two up today but I can't promise anything because it's my bday today so PARTY TIMEEEEEEEE -A

“Wait-” Natasha called out exhausted extending a hand out towards Y/N. Her palms rested on her knees now and she quickly tried to recollect herself and focus her breathing.

Y/N stood back up from her stance and stared at the woman blankly, the music in her earphones still blaring. Surprisingly, no one ever knew what she’d listen to though. She sighs quietly as she crosses the training mat and approaches Natasha.

“How are you still standing?” Natasha asks knowing she wouldn’t answer anyway. Not because the girl had her earphones in just because she didn’t talk much, only muttered a few words when it was really necessary.

Y/N was a human twenty-one-year-old young woman who Tony became aware of through Fury a few months ago. She had been a HYDRA experiment from the age of 6, whom they tortured and ran endless tests on day and night; from this, she acquired her powers, similar to how Wanda got hers too. She grew to be a quiet, very reserved, and private person. Y/N only recently was taken in by the Avengers and though her way of being was new to everyone, they slowly began to grow fond of her. Especially since she was the baby of the lot along with Peter. Y/N found company with the Avengers but mostly stuck around to Nat, she considered the older woman like her older sister.

The young woman mostly wore dark attire, whether it was casual or battle wear. Usually all black, occasionally accented with hints of dark purple or dark blue. Her battle suit was a thick leather body suit with ¾ sleeves that reached slightly past her elbows, with a tall neck that closed with a zipper, hugging her figure snuggly. Her boots were slim but protective and the belt she wore along her hips always consisted of mace, her grappling hook, and her beloved daggers. She wore a garter holster over the fabric on her right leg which hid a golden knife, sharpened to perfection. Y/N’s hair is pleated at all times, whether it’s a French or Dutch braid, her ends passing the curvature of her hip a couple of inches, if not it’s held up neatly with a big hair clip. The black earphones she was wearing while training with Natasha are also a staple look for her. She rarely has them out of her ears and she tucks the wire into her suit, hiding it neatly in between her breasts. This doesn’t impair her hearing, and though it may seem like she’s not listening at times, she always is.

Just when Natasha had regained herself and was beginning to stand up straight, Bruce stepped into the training room with an announcement.

“We have a visitor” he began, worry lacing his words. “Tony wants you guys outside. A.S.A.P.”

The two women turn to him and Natasha nods, slapping Y/N’s arms and speaking, “Let’s call it a day, Y/N/N.” (Your Nickname)

Y/N doesn’t respond and heads to the bathroom.

“Where are you going, kid, we gotta go.” Nat says, watching her go.

Y/N stops in front of the bathroom door and places her hand on it gently, looking over at Natasha.

“Ah, got it.” Nat comments, still breathing unsteadily. “Just go down when you’re finished. I’ll meet you there… I need some water.” she sighs, picking herself back up and straggling out of the door.

Y/N makes her way downstairs, purposefully blocking out the noise she heard from a few doors down when she got to the right floor. She was undoing her fingerless gloves as she walked into the living area where said visitor would supposedly be. Distracted, she took a spot next to Steve.

“Who is that?” she heard a voice ask. A voice that wasn’t familiar to Y/N at all.

Everyone stopped talking over each other and became silent, turning to look at the girl.

Y/N, still looking down at her gloves, double takes before looking up to meet everyone’s eyes that are staring back at her. She stands awkwardly, scanning the room until her eyes fall on the visitor.

Loki Odinson.

The man responsible for the destruction of half of New York.

His hands were cuffed together in front of him as well as his ankles being chained up. He wore a strange black, green, and gold get up, the lapels of his armor uneven, and his black hair curling just underneath his earlobes. His brother, Thor, and a few guards wearing interceptor body armor stood behind him. Y/N usually shows little expression but she was visibly shaken at the sight of him when her eyes twitched.

“That”, Tony started, walking to the other side of the room, “is none of your business.”

“That’s Y/N! She’s our new recruit” chimed Peter excitedly so Y/N wouldn’t feel left out. “She’s quiet but she’s pretty cool. We call her Starblade sometimes and-“

“Hey!” Tony said quickly, snapping his fingers at Spiderman, “Cut it out. Go do some homework or something.”

“Pretty little thing, isn’t she.” Loki said more like a statement rather than a question. Y/N looked to him when he said this, a smirk on his face.

Instinctively, Steve used his arm to gently push Y/N behind him, using his body as some kind of shield had she ever needed one.

“You touch her and you die.” said Rogers sternly. Loki raises his arms up in defense making a face.

“Yeah, I really wouldn’t play with her if I were you.” Tony warned.

Y/N’s (Starblade’s) known powers consisted of those of a birthing star: Electromagnetic interference, gravity control, super strength, and most of all, endurance. These powers showed themselves in the form of a greyish white light emitting from her hands.

Loki is unfazed by these comments, however, and believes her to be a regular mortal for the time being.

“Any way, on with it.” said Tony, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ve made my temporary decision.”

Thor sighs and opens his mouth to say something but they’re already taking Loki away. He looks over to Y/N who is still hiding behind Steve and he locks eyes with her until he is entirely pushed out of the room.

Loki was basically put on display in a glass case behind the living area on the third floor where Tony usually kept his records. This spot was only temporary though and Tony would soon move him somewhere where there were less people. A couple dozen feet away from the case was another living space, with a large TV and a mini fridge to its left side.

Peter and Y/N sat there together the day after Loki arrived, playing a card game, Loki too busy thinking about how angry he was. The others had gone out to Fury, something about a mission Y/N and peter weren’t allowed to go on for a number of reasons but Tony’s main one was that Loki needed to be supervised. This wasn’t a lie, not entirely anyway; he did need to be supervised, just not by them. Mostly by the big men standing outside of his cell.

“Nooo! Not again!” Peter whined after losing the seventh game in a row. He threw the cards down on the couch with the rest of the pile. “Y/N, you have to let me win sometimes.” he pouted.

“Hm.” was all she said in response.

“Oh! I have a better game! I just need to go find it, hold on.” Peter said excitedly, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

He was gone for a while, so Y/N eventually picked up her book she had left on the coffee table before they started playing.

Opening at the bookmark, she began to read picking up where she left off.

Loki notices she was finally alone now and looks up past the glass of his cell.

“Hey.” he said, whistling at her. “You there. Star girl. Yoohoo.”

Y/N had her earphones in but she heard everything he was saying, picking up her eyes and looking straight ahead and away from her book for a moment. She nearly rolled her eyes and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t fighting the urge to turn around and tell him to ‘shut the fuck up.’

“Can she even hear me?” Loki said out loud to no one in particular. He scoffed sitting back down.

Y/N stood up to grab a sparkling water from the mini fridge next to the TV, gently kicking it’s door closed with her foot while her eyes were still buried in between the words of the pages. As she walked back, Loki notices the small red book in her hands.

The taming of the shrew by William Shakespeare.

He picks his head up further and his lips part slightly as if to say something. Y/N slumps down on the couch and takes a sip from the can she had just opened.

“That’s a rather good read.” Loki says and Y/N looks away from her page and off to the side a bit.

Slowly she turns around to looking at him now, silent.

“You don’t seem to talk much do you?” he asks, and in his heart he knew that to be a rhetorical question.

Silence. Y/N was giving him an apathetic glare.

Loki nodded. “I thought as much.”

He moves away now back to his bench.

“You enjoy Shakespeare, I see.” he says nonchalantly, sitting down. Y/N doesn’t know why she does this but she shifts her body on the couch to face the prisoner.

“You’ve good taste, darling.” he compliments almost, just almost, sounding sincere. The truth is, he was being sincere whether she wanted to believe it or not. “I wonder what else you’d like to read… Churchill, perhaps.”

Y/N’s ears perk up at this and now she’s slowly getting up off the couch, walking towards the prisoners cubicle, narrowing her eyes.

He’s looking at her now as he continues to speak, with a sly look on his face as he gets back up from the bench. “Yes, of course, Churchill. Maybe Tolstoy… Kafka…Hemingway.”

Y/N stands just in front of his cell now, two guards on either side of the enclosing.

Loki has a hand up against the glass and is looking down at the girl who is giving him a skeptical look.

“You truly are a lovely sight.” he says after a while, and had he not known any better he would have said he saw her blush.

Y/N set her jaw in place, and if looks could kill Loki would be long gone.

“Pray tell, dear. What are those hideous bugs coming out of your ears, are you attached to them?”

This makes the girl inhale, collecting as much patience as she has ever had to gather.

“They are called earphones, brother.” Thor calls out suddenly as he enters the room and plants himself next to Y/N. “They play music.”

“You mean she couldn’t even hear what I was saying?!” Loki asks annoyedly and Thor just shrugs.

“Good Gods, does she fight with those on?” he asks in disbelief.

“Yes, and she would kick your arse, regardless.” Thor replies.

That makes Loki scoff, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Doubtful.” is all he says. “Why are you here, anyway? You’ve interrupted my lovely conversation with star girl here.”

“It is Starblade, Loki. And I came here to check you were still where I left you.” says Thor, Y/N still standing emotionless next to him.

“Here I am.” he said sarcastically, spreading his arms out. “I believe you would know if I’d escaped.”

“Is there anything you need?” Thor asked him, now growing a bit annoyed.

“Perhaps a glass of water. I’m parched and the hospitality around here is just dreadful...oh, and a good book. I’m sure Starblade here could help with that.” demands Loki, looking over to Y/N with a mischievous look.

Y/N finally moves from the spot she was standing on and walks over to the shelf next to Tony’s records.

Grabbing a few books, she walks back over to Loki’s cell. She places the books into the mechanism that is meant to transfer items into the case without having to open it. The books fall to his feet with a thud and Y/N calmly walks out of the room as Loki picks them up.

“What the hel is this?” he asks, perplexed. “Green eggs and ham?” he asks mortified, “That is foul!”

Tony keeps Doctor Suess in his bookcase for the rare occasions his nephews come around but Y/N couldn’t help herself in this moment.

“Brother, I believe those are meant for children.” Thor’s laughter booms as he claps his hands together in amusement, bending over humorously. Loki gives him an irate look.

“That was a good one, Lady Y/N!” Thor calls out, walking over to the mini fridge to find his brother a water bottle.

The following month, Thor had finally convinced Tony to let Loki out of the cell for ‘good behavior.’ Tony was obviously very hesitant at first but they concluded that he would have to stay in the tower at all times, security guarding his door, and the cuff still over one of his wrists to keep him from using his magic. Tony didn’t exactly know that the cuffs didn’t do much but Loki wouldn’t use his powers any way, for the sake of his ‘freedom.’

The young prince of Asgard now had a humble little room on the fifth floor just above Y/N’s on the fourth. They didn’t know this though as they had rarely seen of each other lately and even if they had, it’s doubtful they would have talked much to figure that out themselves. That is until the day Loki finally decided to leave his room, a guard behind him at all times.

“Is this really necessary?” he would say, irked. To which the guard would reply to with a slight shove.

Walking into the living space one day, Loki stops in his tracks, completely bewildered. Y/N sat crisscrossed on the floor while Thor sat on the chair behind her, braiding her hair into a more intricate version of a Dutch braid.

“Thor… what the hel are you doing?” Loki asks in astonishment, narrowing his eyes.

“Brother!” Thor says cheerfully. “We’re braiding each other’s hair! I’m doing Lady Y/N’s now; she has so much to work with.” he smiles turning his attention to the pleats again as his brother gives him a strange look and walks towards the kitchen area.

Y/N stares at him for a moment while she thinks he doesn’t notice; but he does and it makes him grow a bit self-conscious. He wasn’t wearing his usual Asgardian attire anymore, now just a white shirt with black pants. Just as quickly as her eyes fell to him though do they look away. He wasn’t with a guard then and Y/N wondered if it may have been another ‘reward’ for ‘good behavior.

Thor finished braiding the girls hair and he flipped it over her shoulder to the front. Loki watch quietly now.

“There you are.” Thor said with a big silly grin. “All done!”

Y/N looked down, her eyes assessing the braid. She stands now and picks Thor’s hand up from his lap, enveloping it in a handshake. He looks confused for a moment and Loki speaks.

“I think she’s thanking you.” the man with jet-black hair says, using his drink to point as he leans his back against the counter. “In her own peculiar little way.” he muttered that last part to himself.

“Ah.” Thor says understanding now. “You are very welcome, Lady Y/N.” he finishes by kissing her knuckles.

She blushes deeply and blinks down at him a few times before he lets her hand go, smiling. She turns to pick up her book on the couch, War and peace by Leo Tolstoy.

Loki watched her, noticing once more the book that fit in between her palm. His eyes followed her figure until she disappeared turning the corner.

 Just as she left, Clint and Natasha replaced her absence, sitting along with Thor.

Loki set his glass down on the counter and followed Y/N’s same path, ignoring the new company.

“What’s his deal?” asked Nat, as she picked up the remote to turn on the news.

Down the hallway, Loki silently walks up behind her, speaking.

“I was right about you.” he says still a few feet away from her.

Y/N stops in her tracks, facing away from him.

“Tolstoy…” he says walking closer to her and she turns around to look at him now.

They’re close enough to whisper to each other at this point and Y/N is silent, not really glaring just giving her usual unamused look. There was silence for a few seconds, not necessarily an uncomfortable one, and Loki absently asks: “Say, what is it you listen to in there?”, pointing at his left ear but actually referring to the black earphones that hung out of hers. He knows now that she can hear him even with the set on but after thinking about it for a moment, he felt silly. He knew she wouldn’t answer that either.

“Delibes.” Y/N said unexpectedly. That was the first time she ever spoke to him and his eyebrows shot up slightly.

“Léo Delibes?” Loki repeats surprised, just to make sure he heard correctly.

She doesn’t say anything to this; he doesn’t know she hates it when people repeat what she’s already said.

“Right… of course. I’ll take that as a yes…” he says awkwardly. “I’m not sure what response I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.”

Y/N scans his face.

“I-“ he began to say but was interrupted.

“Reindeer games!” says Tony’s voice from behind him, causing Loki to spin around. “What’s going on here?” asks Rogers who was walking next to him.

“He bothering you, sport?” Tony asks the girl but she doesn’t answer, only stares at Loki.

“Oh, come on…” Loki protests, dropping his hands in defeat. “Quiet, Rock of Ages. Let’s go, we have a meeting.”

“I beg your pardon?” Loki says and Tony shoots him a glare, grabbing his arm to guide him.

“What’s that got to do with me? Why doesn’t she have to come too?” he complains like a child while being led away. Y/N stands there watching his silhouette get smaller and smaller, and Loki did actually catch a glimpse of the inconspicuous, almost invisible, smile tugging at her lips.

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Odin's Punishment (Part 4, FINAL)

Read part one here

Read part two here

Read part three here

LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Shy Female princess reader

Summary: Happy ever after.

Trigger warnings: Angst, arranged marriage.

A/N: Prepare yourself for the fluff >:))))) -A

He was much kinder once you got to know him. He was intelligent and brave and gentle. He knew a lot about literature, music, art.

Y/N soon caught on to his lie that he couldn’t play an instrument when he would correct her playing.

“It’s C natural.” he’d say from the other side of the room as he listened to her playing.

He was right. The next note was supposed to be C natural, not C sharp.

“I know you know how to play, Loki.” Y/N laughed looking over the music desk of the piano. “Won’t you show me?”

The prince thought for a moment, eventually giving in.

He walked over to the piano and she scoot over the bench so they’d be able to share it.

He began to play a short tune that Y/N knew and hummed along to.

“Why did you lie about this too, huh?” she asked teasingly when he was done. “You’re wonderful.” she adds, sincerely thinking so.

“I hoped you’d offer to teach me if I said I didn’t know.” he confessed to her.

This made Y/N smile, and she placed her fingertips over the keys, beginning a duet.

That became their most precious bonding method. He would play for her, the piano, and she would play for him, mostly the violin amongst other things.

They made their way to the library after that, where they threw a couple cushions on the floor, by the fire. They read together there, Loki not worrying about sitting too close to her. He loved breathing her in, holding one side of the book while she grabbed the other so they could both read.

In a moment Y/N didn’t notice, she fell asleep. Loki let her rest on him, her smaller body leaning against his side. He reached down and ran his thumb gently over the apples of her cheeks, trailing down to gently brush the curves of her plump lips. She twitched her bottom lip slightly and Loki carefully retracted his hand, letting a grin overtake him.

The next night

They had been mostly talking about physics and birthing stars, so Loki took the princess to the east wing’s balcony, where a shiny golden telescope sat. It wasn’t too big, but, wow, could you see everything through it.

“That’s Jupiter!” Y/N said excitedly, pulling her face away from the lens for a moment. She positioned herself again to look at the planet.

Loki looked at her amused.

“Look for yourself!” she said happily, moving the telescope over to him a bit. Except he didn’t look away from her eyes.

Y/N grew nervous at this. “L-Loki, won’t you want to have a look? It’s- it’s amazing.” she said apprehensively, looking into his blue eyes.

Loki had imagined what it would be like to kiss her before, but something inside him wouldn’t let him. Every time he thought too hard about it, he’d end up having his own version of a breakdown. He’d thought of it though, regardless. How she would taste on his lips, how she’d feel, and how he’d anticipate the flutter of her lashes before her eyes closed as she leaned in to kiss him.

Unannounced, he lifted his hands up to her cheeks and pushed his lips onto hers gently. Y/N didn’t close her eyes immediately, in fact at first, they widened. It was only after realizing she too had been waiting for this moment that she melted into his touch, closing her eyes, and moving her body closer to his. She clung to the top of his outfits chest, Loki’s hand snaking around her waist and pulling her in even further. Their lips moved in sync and it was as if time itself had stopped.

Frigga watched with a proud smirk. She was only passing by but happened to be in the right place at the right time to see it.

Pulling back, Y/N rested her forehead against his.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see Jupiter?” she breathed out stupidly.

“I would much rather be down here with you.” Loki said caressing her cheek.

“I had been hoping you would do something like that… I was about to do it myself.” she said, defeatedly.

“I’m a fool,” Loki started, and Y/N pulled away to look at him. She gave him a puzzled look.

“I should not have treated you the way I did once you first arrived, Y/N. I did not know then what I know now.”

“And what could that be?” she asked, genuinely wanting to know.

“That you’re perfect. That you would make me feel this way about you so quickly. That you are the most intelligent, kind, and generous woman I have ever met. That I’m just a mean, cold prick-

“You’re not a prick.” she interrupted.

“I am.” he interrupted again. “Or at least I was to you… you didn’t deserve that… and I know I’ve made you cry; I curse myself every day for it. That is why I say these words.” He’s still holding her by her waist. Y/N doesn’t say anything and only raises a hand up to his face, letting it gently stroke him. “Dear prince, you are too harsh on yourself.” she says and he closes his eyes, leaning into her touch.

Needless to say, that after this moment, they grew even closer. Loki craved her. All the time.

The wedding was approaching and honestly, it didn’t occupy much space in neither the prince nor the princess’ minds. They were too caught up with each other.

It was all too real for her now. She was stood up on a step stool as the seamstresses and maids waited on the princess. Her cheeks turned a pinkish color when she glanced in the mirror, seeing herself. The dress was absolutely gorgeous, Frigga and Solveig fawning over it as well.

“You look heavenly, your highness.” says Hildr to the young woman.

“Oh, you’re too kind, Hildr… do you think Loki will like it?” Y/N asks, worriedly.

Hildr laughs softly, “I’m sure the young prince will absolutely love it.”

For a few weeks now it had also become normal for the prince and princess to sit together during dinners. Thor would look at them occasionally, finding it amusing how his brother would simply melt for her.

On one particular night the Prince Loki seemed much too jittery, about three weeks before the wedding: “I must speak with you after dinner.” Loki whispered at the dinner table over to Y/N from behind his hand so no one would see.

The princess nodded discreetly and averted her gaze so it wouldn’t look like they had just been secretly exchanging words. It was rude to do so.

After dinner, he took her by the hand and excused them. Promptly they made their way out of the dining hall, down the corridors and into the music room.

“Loki” Y/N called out, trying to keep up with him.

“Loki, what ever is the matter? Are you alright?” Y/N asks worriedly as Loki turns back to close the door of the room.

“Darling” she says but he stops her.

“Y/N… I’ve something I must get off my chest.” He says walking up to her, holding her by either sides of her arms.

She nods at him.

“I-I just don’t know how to say it,” he says. “It keeps me awake at night ever since I’ve realized, I cannot wait any longer, I apologize for the sudden urgency.”

He realizes now that having her in front of him will only make it that much harder to say what he has to say, her soft eyes doing things to him.

“What, Loki, what is it?” she asks concerned.

“There’s this… obnoxious feeling in my chest…or in the pit of my stomach, I don’t know which.” he says frustrated, not knowing how else to word it.

“Are you ill?” she asks, touching his forehead for a fever.

“What? N-no.” he says.

“Do you feel something bad is going to happen? That’s usually what that feeling means, if you’re not ill of course.”

“Y/N, dove, no. You don’t understand…” he sighs, letting her go. “At times I get this feeling, right here” he says pointing at his chest, “It’s overwhelming and it won’t go away when I want it to. It frightens me sometimes. I’ve thought of every possible reason and I can’t I just can’t and” he’s looking at her now but turns away quickly, “I especially can’t come to any reasonable conclusion when you give me those eyes, those sweet eyes of yours” he rambles on, now pacing a bit.

“Loki.” Y/N calls out.

“This was much easier to do in my head, I never imagined it would be this difficult” he continued

“Loki” she tried again.

“I usually always have something to say but-“

“Loki!” she interrupts him with a smile on her face, before walking up to him and taking his face in her hands.

“I love you too.”

“What?” he questions her.

“I love you, Prince Loki. And just the other day when I was getting fitted for the wedding did I realize that I wouldn’t have wanted this play itself out any other way. So quit your rambling.” She kisses his lips softly. “Please.” she finishes, a smile still on her lips.

“I love you; I do love you.” he said to her, hugging her and breathing in the rosemary scent of her hair.

“Y/N, I think I’ve loved you from the moment you stepped out of that carriage.” he mumbles into her hair, his hand buried in her locks and resting behind her head.

“Oh, I Iove you. I’m in love with you, Princess Y/N.” he exclaims, picking her up by the waist and spinning her around, a giggle bubbling out from her chest.

“Put me down, silly.” she says in between laughs.

“I’m in love with you too.” she says after they’ve settled down.

“Be my wife, darling.” he says.

“Well, of course I’ll be your wife, honey. Our parents agreement, remember?”

“No,” he began, “Mother told me to wait until our wedding day to give you this but I don’t think I can.” he said, stepping back a bit. He shuffled for something in his pocket and took out a velvet pastel purple box.

Dropping to one knee, he opened it, displaying a pear-shaped diamond ring. “Princess Y/N of Fjordane, I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where; I love you directly and without pride. Will you do me the honor of being my bride?”

Y/N palms begin to dampen, her heart in her throat. She’s now turned a crimson red and is about ready to burst. She doesn’t believe she’s ever felt happiness like this before.

“Yes, yes, of course, yes.” she bounces slightly before tackling Loki with a hug, toppling over making them both fall onto the floor.

Laughing, he takes her hand and slips on the ring. It’s a gold ring with a plain band, a diamond halo just underneath the statement stone in the middle of it.

Y/N looks down at it, biting her lip. Then up to Loki to capture his lips in a kiss.

The prince and princess wed on the first of June. There was a huge celebration where the newlyweds retired from early, both being somewhat introverted. Things couldn’t be more perfect for them. And though their first night together was actually rather awkward knowing they would have to share a bed, eventually, that same night, they warmed up to that idea…and to much more.

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Odin's Punishment (Part 3)

Read part one here

Read part two here

LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Shy Female princess reader

Summary: Loki caves.

Trigger warnings: Angst, slow burn?, Loki being mean to reader?? but I promise he gets tooth rotting sweet further down, arranged marriage.

A/N: I really wasn't going to post so many parts today because I didn't want to overwhelm anyone's dash... but I CANNOT help myself. Also now that I'm looking at it, this series may be more than three parts???? I hope that's okay. <3 -A

“Good morning, Erik!” She beamed up at the guard posted at her door. It had been two days since bumping into Loki at the library.

“Good morning, your highness.” Erik said with his now usual giddy smile he has when the princess greets him.

Y/N look down to the small oak console table that usually stood next to her door. There was a scroll on it tied with a gold ribbon, which she picked up.

“What’s this?” she asked Erik, untying it.

“I know not, your highness. It was there when I switched shifts with the night guard.” he replied to her.

“Hm, I see.” she said, opening the yellow scroll to reveal black music notes scribbled about the page. She knew what it was right away. It was sheet music. The first page was a short melody that Y/N recognized, the rest of the lines on the papers were blank, yearning to be filled with more notes.

She was confused, honestly. The only person she thought this could be from was Frigga.

Her lips pulled up into a smile and she bid Erik farewell, before going to find the queen to thank her.

“Queen Frigga.” she curtseys. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, my child.” smiled Frigga.

“Thank you so much for this, this is lovely.” Y/N said with a big smile, slightly holding out the scroll.

Frigga gave her a confused smile, tilting her head slightly.

“The-the sheet music, I mean.”

Frigga shook her head gently, not understanding.

“It was left outside of my room. This wasn’t you, your majesty?”

“No, darling. I’m afraid not.” she said kindly. “May I?” she asked, holding out her hand.

Frigga unrolled the scroll and scanned it. She knew what she was looking at, though she couldn’t understand it. Frigga knows just what happened and though she didn’t tell Y/N right away, the older woman offered her something else.

“Can you read this?” she asked the princess, already knowing the answer.

“Y-yes, I can.”

“Follow me.”

Frigga led Y/N to another room, this one almost as large as the library. ‘Gods, this place is huge.’ Y/N thought. It’s true. Odin’s palace was twice the size of her own.

Opening the doors, it revealed the only thing Y/N thought to be better than the library. It made her completely forget her curiosity as to who had left the scroll. A room dedicated entirely to music. There were so many instruments, that of which included a grand piano in the middle of the room under a red rug, a harp to the left, plenty other instruments on the other side, and was that..? It couldn’t be.

In the corner of the room was displayed a 4/4, one tuner violin, right beside it, a baroque style violin. Y/N gawked and slowly looked around. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage and her voice was caught in her throat.

‘What doesn’t this palace have?’ she thought.

“I-“ she began but couldn’t finish.

“If there is anything in here you can play, Y/N, feel free to.”

She looked over quickly to Frigga.

“Really?” beamed the princess.

Frigga gave a short nod along with a smile and handed the scroll over to the young woman.

“Oh, thank you, thank you so much.” said Y/N gratefully, enveloping Frigga into a hug which the queen returned.

Y/N realized what she had just done and pulled back, her eyes wide.

“Oh, forgive me… Was that alright of me to do? I-I just got so excited.” she rambled.

Frigga laughed: “That’s quite fine, my dear.”

She let Y/N's hands go gently and spoke, “I will leave you be, enjoy it in here.”

After thanking the queen about a dozen more times, Y/N was left in the music room.

Once she made sure no one was nearby, she let out a squeal of pure joy.

It had been three weeks now since Y/N had arrived and Loki saw a lot less of the princess recently.

This made him glum and had it not been for the royal ball that was held, another three weeks could have easily gone by.

“Dance with her.” Frigga told Loki as they stood by the table intricately offering nuts and berries.

Loki went silent when his mother made the suggestion and only discreetly glanced over to the maiden on the other side of the room.

Y/N sat alone at her table, her fingers fidgeting with each other, and her eyes occasionally looking over to the small orchestra that played to her right. Loki noticed her golden dress and how it slightly hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair was twisted into braids and adorned with sporadic emeralds and pearls, much like the necklace that hung down her neck. Even from where he was standing, he admired the slight glow of her cheeks and the softness of her eyes, even the poutiness of her lips and how that pinkish red tint she had on made them look delectable.

He wanted to dance with her, he truly did. And it wasn’t so much that he didn’t because he was grumpy, more that he was embarrassed to ask her.

He looked over to his mother once more and as if reading her mind, he took the look she gave him as another push to approach the girl. He scoffed softly and rolled his eyes, quickly striding over to Y/N’s table. His cape flowed behind him and only he knew that the threat of his heart beating out of his chest was becoming greater with every step he took.

“Let’s go.” Y/N heard a voice say from behind her. She turned her head quickly and looked up to be met with a hand being held out to her and Loki’s eyes.

“I-I beg your pardon?” she stuttered out.

He didn’t say anything, Y/N only saw his jaw clench. She hesitantly placed her hand in his and the prince seemed to tense up at this, not that the princess noticed. The moment her fingers grazed his skin, he felt a shock straighten his spine and suddenly he felt his heart do something that to this day he can’t explain.

He guided them towards the ballroom floor and everyone watched. They began swaying slightly and Y/N’s cheeks grew hot from all the looks. The guests had spread out now, leaving the floor open to the young prince and princess; Y/N looked worried.

“Everyone is watching.” she said to Loki quietly, slightly looking off to the side. She held out one of her hands in his and the other snaked over his shoulder, while Loki’s snaked around her waist. Loki noticed how anxious this was making her.

“Just look at me.” he said, only it didn’t come out as nice as he had wanted it to.

Y/N did a double take before locking eyes with Loki’s, her cheeks growing even hotter yet she couldn't look away.

The dance was mostly silent after that and with each note that was played, Loki grew more and more confident, holding her firmly to his body. It was quite pleasant actually; Loki was a great dancer and the fact that he was a sight to behold weighed easy on Y/N too. They spun, glided, and waltzed across the floor, but all too soon the piece had come to an end, leaving Y/N wanting more. She wouldn’t dare to ask though.

They bowed to each other once it was over and they could both hear the murmuring from the crowd now.

The rest of the night was a blur, not because of the mead but because neither of them could stop thinking about the perfect moment they just had. Sure, if you asked them they wouldn’t exactly describe it as ‘perfect,’ but deep down that was their most sincere feeling about it. They had gone their separate ways now and it stayed like that until the ball was over.

On an afternoon, not too many days after the ball, the music room called the princes’ attention. The drapes had been pulled open; he knew this from the light that peeked through from under the large double doors. Surprisingly, they were quieter than one would expect such large doors to be so he pushed one open gently, the girl inside not noticing. She was scribbling something down expertly, with a pen in one hand, her other hand holding the paper in place, and a pencil in between her lips. Occasionally, she’d put the pen down on the piano and play what she had scribbled down. Loki saw she was using the sheet music from the scroll. He watched, completely entranced until he decided to snap out of it. He pulled himself away quickly and stepped back, accidentally stumbling a bit over the corridors rug. The noise makes Y/N look up from her music, turning her head towards the door. She stands and begins to make her way toward the entrance, Prince Loki bolting away as fast as he can. That was way too close.

Y/N looked out to an empty corridor and shrugs, stepping back inside, and resuming her previous position.

A few days later he heard an unfamiliar tune. Strauss? Saint-Saëns? Bizet? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The sound was of that which he knew to be from the strings of a violin.

Once again, he pushed open the door carefully. Y/N stood in front of the window, the one tuner violin on her shoulder. Her dress was pink, with soft swirling patterns, and she wore a gold bracelet on her left hand, her hair tied back in its usual style, only now she’d adorn it with pearls and butterfly clips, her tiara sitting in her locks.

She finished the piece she was playing, letting the bow hover above the strings for a moment, when she heard a voice.

“Offenbach?” asked a foreign voice that wasn’t her own.

Startled, she quickly turned around, accidentally hitting a note she didn’t mean to.

She stood there for a moment, her violin in hand, now facing the source of the voice and trying to find the words to say.

“Puccini.” she corrected.

Loki now stood inside of the room looking straight at her. Bold, considering all the sneaking around her.

“Is- is this your spot too? Because I can go-“ she began to say innocently, setting her violin down on a nearby desk. She wasn’t hoping to cause him any more trouble or discomfort, she had stopped visiting the library as often when she knew Loki claimed it there.

“No.” he said interrupting her, his hand clasped behind his back. “No need.”

There was silence for a moment and they just stared at each other.

“Sounded…nice.” he tried complimenting after a moment, in reference to the music she was playing.

‘What?’ Y/N thought to herself.

“Thank you…” she began and he started to make his way towards the piano where the sheet from the scroll sat atop of. Once bare, it was now filled with a musical story.

“Did you really like it?” Y/N asks foolishly but she cuts herself off when she sees Loki picking up the music she hadn’t finished writing. “Hey, just a moment, those are private.” she says taking them quickly from his hands. “It… it’s not done.” she says shyly, avoiding his eyes.

“Holst,” Loki says suddenly, “The Planets suite…”

She looks up at him.

“Is there a particular movement you prefer over the rest? If so... which one?” he asks, not sure why he cares to know.

“Yes… but you wouldn’t know of it. You said you hadn’t heard that suite.”

“Just answer my question.” he says annoyedly.

‘Just who does this guy think he is?’ Y/N thinks to herself.

She sets her music down on the piano sassily, something overtaking her. She gives Loki a look, tilting her head slightly, a hand on her hip as she shifts all her weight to one leg. Loki is surprised at her action, it secretly making him more intrigued.

Y/N, boldly: “Just one second, now. You ridicule, ignore, and scoff at me. Then you expect me to answer your questions because you demand it? No, sir, not I. Why do you want to know anyway, huh? What is it to you?”

She had grown tired of his immaturity.

“Because I have heard the suite…” he says plainly, making her shut up.

She swallows and readjusts herself, keeping a prideful look.

“Then why did you lie?” she muttered, not really wanting him to hear as she looked away and flattened her dress with her hand.

“Are you going to answer me or not?” he asks again.

‘Why is this so important to him? Jeez, he sure is pushy.’ thought Y/N.

“What’s YOUR favorite movement?” she replies to his question with another.

“I asked you first.”

Stubborn as can be, Y/N replies after a moment of pondering.

“Fine… let’s give our answers at the same time.” she suggested and something about the look on Loki’s face told her he agreed.

“On three.” she said. “One, two, three.”

“Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity.” they both answered in unison, making both their eyes widen a bit.

“Liar.” Loki said, unable to look at her.

“I beg your pardon?” she asked offended. “How would I know you liked it too?” she scoffs quietly.

“You’re the liar, going on about how you haven’t even heard the suite.” she says under her breath, pushing air out from between her lips. She walks around to the desk in the room, gathering a few loose papers.

“What else do you listen to?” Loki asks unexpectedly.

This makes Y/N’s ears perk up and she looks up at him.

She studies his face for a moment from where she’s standing, only to see if he’s serious or not. He’s still standing by the grand piano; his usual stoic looks on his face. He is so handsome. It shouldn’t even be possible. He intimidates Y/N, but strangely she likes that. The way he looks at her, as if always anticipating more. She knows she annoys him but what she doesn’t know is that Loki also likes this. He doesn’t understand why, but he does. His slim figure is leaning awkwardly against the piano, awaiting her answer.

Standing up straighter now, she stretches her fingertips down to the desk.

“Mendelssohn, Respighi, Paganini… evidently, Puccini.” Y/N speaks.

“I like Paganini.” Loki says.

For some reason this makes Y/N smile, a bit wider than she had wanted to so she bit her lips together.

“What?” asks Loki curiously.

“Nothing.” she says. “Do you play…?” She asked shortly after, referring to the piano.

He lied, shaking his head ‘no.’

“That’s alright.” Y/N smiled kindly.

“That melody…” he says pointing to the short piece that had been part of the scroll left for Y/N.

“Have you played it?” he asks.

“Why, yes, I have. It’s a sticky little tune, I often get it stuck inside my head.” she laughs softly as she walks over to the piano stool, sitting down. “Someone left it outside my room for me just the other day.” she says, setting her fingers lightly over the piano keys.

“Someone?” he asked, and Y/N couldn’t distinguish the tone in his voice.

“Yes… “ she begins, not really looking at her fingers anymore but not looking into his eyes either. “I’m not sure who. I thought perhaps it could have been your mother but-“

“It was me.” he interrupts, leaning over to look at the music, his hand gently touching the paper. Y/N stops moving, looking at him.

“It was you?”

“I just said that.” he replies, not looking at her, rather at the music on the piano's music stand.

“Right… sorry.” she says, her blush becoming much too evident as she looks away. When she speaks though she turns to him again.

“Thank you.” she says which makes Loki look at her, their faces a lot closer now as Loki was leaning over the piano to read the notes. His eyes were searching hers, he wasn’t sure for what exactly. And Y/N couldn’t make him out either. She couldn’t figure out what he was thinking or why the sudden proximity made her heart jump. Loki palms began to moisten.

They cleared their throats at what seemed like the same time and pulled back.

At some point just before dusk, Loki excused himself and retired to his bedroom. He had spent most of the day giving Y/N suggestions of pieces and songs he knew, Y/N doing the same.

The conversation grew awkward at times, but Y/N would take any kind of progress right now, and this was as much she’d gotten since she got here nearly a month ago.

From that moment forward, Loki began to appear at the doorstep of the music room, asking Y/N if he could speak to her for a moment. But moments turned to hours rapidly. It took a while for Loki to really warm up to her but they spent a lot of time there in that music room and sometimes Loki would let her accompany him to the library. She mentioned how she lacked books as of recently and Loki’s eyes almost sparkled at that, deciding to go search for new ones together.

“I should return the books I’ve taken already.” she says one day.

“I’ll help you bring them back. I’m sure there are too many for you to carry alone.” Loki offered himself, getting up off one of the couches in the library.. Y/N didn’t pay it much mind and agreed, walking with him to her room. Only when Loki was inside did she remember Filip.

‘You absolute buffoon’ she cursed herself in her mind.

Nervously she began to gather her books on her desk, secretly searching for Filip out of the corner of her eyes as if to catch him before Loki does.

Loki takes a seat on the love couch that faces her bed. His posture is perfect, and he looks around taking mental notes of her room.

‘Stylish. Girlish. Tidy.’ he thinks, pleased.

Y/N swallowed, nervous that Filip hadn’t shown himself yet. Behind her, something pounced onto Loki’s lap, catching him by surprise. He rose his hands up by his head in a form of defense and confusion. His mouth hung open slightly.

“I think that’s all I’ve got.” Y/N sighs, looking down at all the books before turning around.

Filip was walking circles atop Loki’s lap, rubbing his head on Loki’s arms for pets, and purring loudly. Y/N's eyes widen and she gasped.

“What. Is this thing. Doing here?” He asked rigidly, not wanting to move too much.

Y/N panics and briskly walks over to him, picking Filip up off his lap. He meows in discontent.

“He’s my cat, not a thing, and his name is Filip.” she said almost rolling her eyes. “Have you never seen one?” she asked grumpily, cradling Filip in her arms like a baby.

“Yes, of course I have.” he said innocently.

“I’m sorry…” she began, feeling guilty. “That was rude of me…I’m sorry about Filip too. I didn’t mean to bring him… he just snuck into your mother’s gift and ended up here.”

“Mother has two.” he confesses. “Cats. I was only startled at the fact he was not familiar to me. Not because he happens to be a feline.” he adds smartly.

Then he reaches out, taking Filip out of her arms and into his.

“I quite like him actually.” he says, which stuns Y/N.

“He’s… cute. And soft.” he says petting him as he walks over to the desk where her books are.

Filip was a great excuse for Loki to visit her at her room. He’d go often, asking to see the kitty, but it was more so that he wanted to see his future bride.

Slowly, he began to warm up to Y/N. Warming up soon became falling in love though.

Loki started grazing her hand with his, letting her catch him staring while she was doing nothing in particular, opening doors for her and definitely never letting her skip meals.

“Have you eaten?” he’d ask multiple times a day.

This quickly became normal and Y/N absolutely didn’t mind. Because she too was falling for the prince. Surprised that it had only been a little over a month and a half, Y/N began to worry if there was something wrong with her. She feels her attraction to him was much too great. Is it because this is her first love? He’s all that occupies her mind nowadays.

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Odin's Punishment (Part 2)

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LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Shy Female princess reader

Summary: After Y/N's arrival at the steps of Odin's palace, reality sinks in. Things are much worse than she thought they would be.

Trigger warnings: Angst, slow burn?, Loki being mean to reader?? but I promise he gets tooth rotting sweet further down, arranged marriage.

A/N: GUYS I'M CRYING I AM SO FREAKIN' EXCITED FOR THIS. The fluff is coming soon and ugh my little heart >:) Anyway, enjoy :) -A

The next week was quite uneventful. Apparently they’d be spending five months there before officiating the wedding. It seemed far too long for Y/N and after the second day it became agonizing, even with the library and the amazing views from the balcony. It was customary though, to spend time with your partner before going through with an official wedding. Although, she has spent a total of zero hours with him, excluding the very rude interaction they had the night she arrived.

What Y/N wasn’t aware of though, was that Loki was around her more than she ever noticed. He had watched her stroll the garden and her dress’ tail following behind her. He had seen her finish the books she’d pick out at an incredible speed. He would watch how her hair fell into lose waves and how the small braids would peak throughout her hairstyles while she sipped tea on the balcony, or at night she would look up at the stars, the moonlight making her locks look as beautiful as Asgard’s night sky.

And the dinners. Gods, those dinners were a pain! The truth was that Loki wanted to stare at her for hours, she was so intriguing. The way she did just about anything, so graceful. But with others around he only allowed himself quick glances.

Even though he had hurt her feelings, Y/N still wondered about the prince. She thought of the things he might like to do, what kinds of things made him emotional, what his room looked like. If she thought too hard about it she’d feel dirty, like she was invading his privacy or something. Her thoughts would drift to his eyes, then to the perfect curvature of his nose, the fine lines of his rosy lips, the way his jawline set in place when others would speak on a particularly uncomfortable topic. Mother was right, he was wickedly handsome. ‘Stop!’ she’d think to herself, feeling like a pervert again.

“Oh,” said the princess one morning, bending over down to her bedroom floor to pick up Filip’s sky-blue ribbon, a bell attached to the end of it. His name was sewn into it as well in gold cursive letters. “This must have come loose.” she said.

“Maybe it’s best we keep this off for now… makes you quieter.” she giggles and pats the cats butt.

Hildr called for her from outside and Y/N quickly shoved the collar into her dress pocket.

“Coming!” she called before slipping through the door.

That day consisted of royal duties and helping Frigga pick out the color scheme of the reception. They had actually seemed to finish earlier than expected, so Y/N made her way to the library once she was dismissed. She read again, possibly even the same stories she already had in the last two weeks, in her usual spot on the floor, near the window.

As the afternoon became night, Y/N retired to her bedroom once more.

Before sleep, she decided to journal. She usually journaled but she was doing it much more often nowadays to keep sane.

There was a knock and her eyes shoot up to the door, something feeling different. That knock… It was much too slow to be Frigga’s or her father’s, too gentle to be her mother’s or Hildr’s… Odin sure as hel wouldn’t come knocking on her door.

She stood up, turning the knob once she was at the entrance of her room.

To say she was shocked was an understatement. Loki. Standing there, holding out a light blue ribbon with one finger up to her face, a ribbon that seemed way too familiar.

“Prince Loki” Y/N said slightly startled, not really knowing what else to say.

“I believe this may be yours.” he spoke with little emotion.

‘Shit.’ she thought. Her mother would have popped her over the mouth had she said that out loud.

“I um…” she began.

Should she lie? If she accepts it, will he know Filip is here? What if he gets Filip kicked out? Does he know already? No, he couldn’t possibly.

‘Think, you idiot, think!’ she thought.

“That… doesn’t look too familiar to me, your highness.” she lies.

“Hm.” Loki says nonchalantly, exaggerating a frown as he turns the ribbon around, reading aloud.

“ ‘Filip. If found, return to Princess Y/N of Fjordane.’ ”

Y/N’s heart sinks and her face goes a bright red, gulping.

She snatches the ribbon out of his hands and clears her throat.

“It- it’s my pet’s. I-… I brought it from home to have a part of him with me.” she says, realizing she didn’t really have to add that last part.

“Anyway, thanks for returning it.” she finishes quickly, not really looking directly at him.

Loki says nothing. Only gives her a bit of a strange look and turns on his heels to walk away.

That was the first thing he had ever said to her since that first night, on the balcony.

The truth is he felt horrible about what he said, indirectly calling her his punishment. It tasted sour on his lips as soon as he said it. And that look she had on her face. Surely, no one else would have noticed, but he did. There was a subtle gleam in her eyes almost hopeful when she first said hello, then he opened his mouth and he seemed to kill it off.

And the truth was… he wanted to see her again. He wanted to see how her lips, the color of strawberries, clashed with the tone of her skin. How her chest slightly puffed out as she breathed, how her nose would sit below her twinkling eyes. How she would look at him, hopeful, her lashes curling just enough to elongate the shape of her eyes.

It made his heart jump. And that was the simple truth.

So, when he found the blue-ribbon collar on the floor of the library earlier that day, he thought there could be no better time or excuse to see the girl.

Dinner the next day was quite the feast, but Y/N was slowly growing used to this. Loki wouldn’t sit next to her, always beside his brother or Frigga. Y/N usually sat across from him, which, though an unspoken opinion, seemed to worry everyone a  bit.

“Y/N,” spoke Thor, causing the girl to look up, surprised, not entirely used to being called on. “What about you? I feel like we haven’t spoken much, what do you like to do?” he asked merrily.

“M-me? T-to do? Well, I… I like to read. And I like astronomy… and music. I really enjoy music.” Y/N answered honestly, kind of swooning at the mention of music.

“Music! I love music!” Thor boomed, and Loki gave an exasperated expression.

“Do you play any instruments?” Thor asked, eating more of his food like the others.

“Yes, I do. A few.”

“What kind of music do you play?” he asked excitedly, unaware of the fact that his questions were overwhelming Y/N a bit, as not many people had ever bothered to ask her this many questions.

“U-usually classical… mostly classical Midgardian pieces.” she answers.

For some reason this makes Loki scoff quietly and she takes notice in this, making her frown and recoil.

“Ah, I know classical Midgardian music!” Prince Thor says, which wasn’t exactly a lie, only that his knowledge on the matter was very limited.

“Mozart, Beethoven…” Thor begins. “And uh, what’s his name?...” he says pensively, looking around for the answer. “You know the piano man.. Ram- no, Rovm- no no, Romanov!” he said, confusing the pianist with the Avenger. Besides the mistake, Y/N knows exactly who he was actually referring to and is a bit impressed he even knew who that was to begin with.

“It’s Rachmaninoff, you oaf.” grumbled Loki.

“Rachmaninoff.” Thor trailed off, nodding at what he had just learned before turning his attention to his food once again.

Y/N looked surprised once again at Loki’s acknowledgment.

“Yes, Rachmaninoff. I enjoy Rachmaninoff. And Holst too, a great deal.” she said, mostly to everyone at the table who was now listening to her and Thor’s conversation.

“Holst?” Loki asked surprised under his breath, looking down at his food, only it didn’t come out as a scoff this time.

“Loki, do not mumble,” Frigga whispers to him, “it’s rude.”

“Holst?” he asks louder this time, not wanting to seem too interested as he shot her a glance but quickly averted his gaze back to his meal.

Y/N'S head turns to him.

“Yes, Holst.” she says politely. “The Planets suite is just my favorite. It is quite lovely, have you heard it?”

“No.” he lies after a moment, the bitter tone in his voice cold and dismissive, causing an awkward silence to follow.

Except he did know it. Quite well actually. Gustav Holst’s, ‘The Planets suite.’ Seven movements, each dedicated to a planet and its supposed astrological character, or so that’s what Midgardians believed.

Y/N shut herself up now, speaking no longer as the topic was changed and everyone began to talk about other things. Everyone except her and Loki. He looked over at her discreetly from behind his lashes and she looked up to catch him. He looked away quickly, embarrassed that he had finally been caught.

Later that night, Y/N took up her now usual spot on the library floor. Her back was turned to the door and she didn’t seem to notice Loki slip inside. She was quiet, unmoving, not even flipping the pages of her book.

Loki shuffled audibly, as if to make his presence known without having to say anything. Y/N sniffled and wiped the back of her hand over her cheeks quickly before she turned around. She was hoping the visitor wouldn’t notice this small action but unbeknown to her, he did.

She had been crying softly. She wasn’t really reading, just pretending to.

Since when did she cry so much? Norns, what a crybaby.

“W-what are you doing here?” she asked forgetting this was literally his home.

“Excuse me?” he asked blankly.

“Th-that’s not how I meant…” she stood up now.

“I know what you meant.” he added quickly to her comment, his expression unmoving. He moved past her, heading towards a bookshelf.

“This was my place before you came along.” He said. Y/N didn’t know if to take offense to that comment or if to actually feel bad for taking what felt like his privacy. Loki also didn’t understand why he decided to explain himself any further but once he started he couldn’t stop.

“I’ve finished the books in my room long ago so seeing as you’re here no matter what, I saw no choice but to have to run into you to keep my sanity by finding something new to divulge in... A book I mean.” he said coldly.

“I know what you meant.” she squeaked, echoing his earlier reply as she watched him look through the shelves, her hand clasped in front of her. He picked one out.

Any Human Heart by William Boyd.

Her eyes fall onto the book in his hands.

“That’s a good one.” she says absently.

Loki looks at her for a moment, caught off guard. She picks up her gaze and looks back at him, the way his eyebrows frame his face making her blush.

Loki looks over to the books sprawled out on the floor in the spot where she was sitting.

‘At least she seems to have good taste.’ He thinks to himself, recognizing the books, most of them ones he’s already read.

“Hm.” he mutters. Again, a lot like when the way her father replies, she’s not sure if to take this as a sign of approval or distaste.

He moves, walking past her on the way to the door. Seconds before he steps out into the hallways, Y/N finds that she can’t help herself and decides to speak.

“Why are you so mean to me?” she asks, louder than she had wanted to, surprising even herself. Her back is still turned to the door and Loki turns around to her. She does the same.

“Or are you that way with everyone? Should I be offended?” she immediately regrets saying that last part. Where the hel was all this honestly coming from all of a sudden?

Y/N saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed dryly, his eyes drilling holes into her head.

“You know, maybe if you were kinder then this would be much easier. Perhaps, I may not even feel so much like a punishment, more so a friend.” Y/N said, matter-of-factly, still very shyly. She was stepping forward now, closer to him.

She saw his jaw tighten before he turned and walked briskly out of the room. He nearly ran there. He was embarrassed. No, embarrassed was an understatement.

Did she really think that of him? ‘To hel with it, what does it matter what she thinks?’ he thought.

Y/N rolled her eyes, picking up her dress and walking back to her room. She was tired. Of all the activities the day consisted of, but mostly of the dread she felt when Loki treated her the way he did.

She lifted the tiara off of her head and placed it in its wooden case. After a nightly routine, she slipped into bed, Filip jumping up with her, and drifted to sleep.

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Odin's Punishment (Part 1)

LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Shy Female princess reader

Summary: Y/N loves her parents and kingdom dearly. Will she do what it takes to fulfill her duties? Even if it means being married to a complete stranger who has no interest in the matter?

Trigger warnings: Angst, slow burn?, Loki being mean to reader?? but I promise he gets tooth rotting sweet further down, arranged marriage.

A/N: Hi everyone. So this is the first story I've decided to put out there. Only when I transferred it over to Tumblr did I realize it would be too long to make into a single post. So for that reason it'll have multiple parts. Perhaps three?? I'm not sure yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Lots of love -A

“Forgive me… How’s that?” Y/N asked politely yet entirely taken aback.

“Y/N… you must. It is for your kingdom. Your people’s kingdom. Besides, the decision has already been made.” replied her mother, almost desperate.

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Odin's Punishment (Part 1)

LOKI AU: Prince Loki x Shy Female princess reader

Summary: Y/N loves her parents and kingdom dearly. Will she do what it takes to fulfill her duties? Even if it means being married to a complete stranger who has no interest in the matter?

Trigger warnings: Angst, slow burn?, Loki being mean to reader?? but I promise he gets tooth rotting sweet further down, arranged marriage.

A/N: Hi everyone. So this is the first story I've decided to put out there. Only when I transferred it over to Tumblr did I realize it would be too long to make into a single post. So for that reason it'll have multiple parts. Perhaps three?? I'm not sure yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Lots of love -A

“Forgive me… How’s that?” Y/N asked politely yet entirely taken aback.

“Y/N… you must. It is for your kingdom. Your people’s kingdom. Besides, the decision has already been made.” replied her mother, almost desperate.

Y/N was never the kind of daughter to question her parents motives, much less to question orders directly from them. She always did as she was told and would not talk back. She was kind and respectful, startling even some of the servants at times. But this was something else entirely, what they were asking of her. They wanted to marry her off. To someone she didn’t even know. To someone who’s name she doesn’t even know yet. They hadn’t bothered to tell her, hel, they hadn’t even bothered to ask what she thought on the matter. They only agreed with the neighboring kingdom and went on with it.

Aside from being any parents perfect child, Y/N was very quiet. She cared mostly for her music and her books. And her privacy, oh, how she valued her privacy.

She didn’t like people dressing her unless the corset was too tight or the ribbons too long. Then and only then would she ask for help. She didn’t like her food to be brought up to her unless she requested it, she always walked all the way down to her palace’s kitchen and ate there. She did her own cleaning, as she didn’t like the idea of others rummaging through her things even if it were simply to clean them and put them back. As well as disliking the idea of others seeing what new piece she was composing. It’s not that she felt unsafe. She just felt very attached to the items in between the walls of her corner of the palace. This was all that knew her best. Her writing desk, her books, her instruments. She didn’t have very many friends, if any at all, so she would spend most of her time creating and learning. This marriage meant she’d have to share this privacy.

That thought made her cringe.

“Yes, mother. I understand, but…” she stopped, turning in her chair. Her mother waited for her to continue, raising her brows expectantly, leaning her ear forward slightly.

“Nothing…” Y/N sighed. “What is his name at least?”

“It is the young Prince Loki. Thor’s younger brother, Odin’s second son.”

“Hm.” Y/N replied plainly, her mother’s answer not making much of a difference to her view on the issue at hand.

Queen Solveig, Y/N's mother, quickly changed the mood. Y/N was still pensive as her mother moved around gathering scrolls and books she would take to the king.

“It is about time, young lady. You are not getting any younger.” She said picking up different writing tools and stacking them above her already full arms. “Your time to wed is now.”

“Yes, Mother.” Y/N replied absently, staring at nothing in particular.

“And soon enough, for children too.” her mother added. This made Y/N’s cheek flush a shade of pink.

“Besides, darling…” the queen started, walking towards Y/N, and lifting her chin.

“I heard he’s very handsome, that Loki.” she continued, giving the girl a funny look. This comment made Y/N’s cheeks turn crimson.

Princess Y/N pulled away gently and looked down, clearing her throat.

“I’ve to get to your father now, dear. I suggest you begin packing.” the queen says walking towards the door.

‘Packing?’ Y/N thought, curiously.

“We leave in a few hours; we wouldn’t want you to be late!” Solveig said cheerfully, her voice fading away as she walked deeper into the corridor outside of the room.

Y/N was on autopilot. She didn’t feel she was in her body anymore, just a walking shell. A ghost. She didn’t like being told what to do but she loved her parents so much. She craved for their approval, for any kind of attention they could offer to her. Seeing her mother smile was probably one of her favorite things besides Offenbach’s Les Contes d’Hoffman.

She doesn’t remember the walk back to her room, but suddenly she was there. Pushing the door open, Filip greets her. He’s a smaller black cat with huge green eyes that Y/N had found one day in between the rose bushes of the palace garden. He was only a kitten then, just as she was a young child. She had practically begged and annoyed her father half to death until he caved and allowed her to keep the ‘creature,’ as he called it.

“Hi, Filip.” she said distraught.

He meowed, showing his tiny white fangs to her. He moved closer and rubbed his body along her dress, causing her to smile.

“I know, I know. Feeding time.”

Walking over to his bed on the floor, she pulls open one of the drawers of the chest designated for Filip’s belongings. She removes the cat food from its container and pours it into his small porcelain bowl. His bell jingles as he laps at his food feverishly.

Y/N turns her attention back to her things. What should she pack? Would she be there for long? She must make sure not to overpack, that’s rather embarrassing. But what if she leaves something she really needs?

Now she was overthinking it.

What does it matter anyway? It’s not like she cares much either way.

After a while of procrastinating, she finishes her case. At this time Filip is long done with his food and is sprawled on his back over his bed, lazily watching his owner doing things he doesn’t understand.

Y/N turns and giggles, looking at him.

“Must be nice, huh?” she laughs, walking over to him.

“You silly cat.” she coos, rubbing the spot under his chin. This makes his eyes close and his purring become louder.

In the end, Y/N is taking only one case and an open purse-like basket. Mostly, the case carries things like her books, hair accessories, her journal, and blank staff paper. The basket, she is told by Solveig, is to be a gift for Loki’s mother. Seventy-two yards of the rarest Asgardian fabric. Surprisingly, it’s not as heavy as seventy-two yards of fabric sounds. Y/N knows Queen Solveig will worry about her clothing, and she trusts her mother’s taste as it tends to be very similar to her own.

She must have been distracted thinking of what else she could take with her to hear the rustling coming from behind her. Holding a finger up to her chin, she scans the items over her bed, once more.

Suddenly: “Your highness, you must be going now. The king and queen request your presence immediately.”

It was a royal guard. Y/N’s head snaps towards her door at the sound of his voice.

She quickly grabs her things, the basket suddenly seeming a bit heavier. She didn’t seem to pay it much mind though; she couldn’t be late.

Opening the door, her eyes look up to meet the guard.

“Yes, thank you.” she says, a grateful smile on her face.

“Allow me, Princess.” offers the man in royal attire, taking her things for her.

“Oh, thank you very much, Leif.” Y/N says rushing past him and running towards the palace entrance. If there’s one thing she knows the king hates is waiting on someone to arrive. She knows she’s not allowed to run in the palace (It’s not lady like or respectful inside their home) but she doesn’t have a choice at that moment.

It is nearly dusk now and the carriage awaits only for Y/N, who is now walking down the palace steps to join her parents.

Inside the carriage now: “Father…” she says breathlessly, kissing his cheek as she sits down. “Do forgive me.”

He only grunts and the girl can’t differentiate if it was a dissatisfied noise or one that meant ‘apology accepted.’

Her mother gives Y/N a look. ‘Don’t worry about him’ the look says, as the queen’s arm intertwines with her husband’s larger one.

The ride to the neighboring kingdom was silent. Not much was said and the only sounds heard were those of the occasional townsperson, the big carriage wheels against the ground, or the birds.

Y/N looked out of the small window, losing herself again. It was somehow starting to sink in. Just why she was on this carriage right now. Why she was leaving her soft bed, her instruments, Filip. Filip!? Oh, Gods, Filip. How she’d miss the poor thing. The palace keepers know to tend to him if Y/N is ever gone, it’s one of the rare occasions she will let others into her space. Filip was her exception.

‘I wonder if Odin likes cats’ she thought stupidly.

‘No, of course he doesn’t like cats. But his wife, Queen Frigga, doesn’t she have two?’ I wonder what they look like. I wonder what Loki looks like, does HE like cats?’ Her mind was racing with nervous questions. Not necessarily meaningful ones, but anything to get her mind of being wed to a complete and total stranger. She guessed that would change soon anyway, the ‘stranger’ part.

She doesn’t outwardly show her emotions. She looked pretty stoic sitting in front of her parents, her curiosity, fear, dread never peeking through. She’s gotten fairly good at this, her poker face.

“Y/N, are you there?” her mother asks, snapping her out of her trance. Her mind is still full of unanswered questions and now her heart is in her throat as she realizes where she is.

The front steps of The Allfather’s palace.

Y/N clenches her jaw and inhales deeply as the coachman goes around to open the small door.

King Arvid and Queen Solveig go first, stepping down and greeting the Allfather and Queen Frigga. They exchange a few words and introduce themselves to the princes’ too.

“This is my daughter, Princess Y/N.” King Arvid says with an unusually proud smile. Or at least that’s what it looked like from under his white moustache.

Dipping her head a bit so as to not hit her tiara against the carriage, Y/N lets the coachman guide her down by her hand, stepping down onto the gravel. She adjusts herself and turns to the new family.

She becomes aware of the fact she’s grown overwhelmingly self-conscious and shy. Curtsying, she introduces herself and greets them.

“It is an honor.” she says gracefully before picking her head back up.

When she forces her eyes upward she quickly studies everyone’s face.

Odin: Old and grumpy looking. A golden eye patch covers his left eye as he stands triumphantly.

Frigga: So beautiful. Her hair in pleats organized neatly above the crown of her head and adorned with jewels.

Thor: What a goob. Sure, he’s big and strong looking but his smile is like a child’s. Radiant and ineradicable. He seems excited for some reason, leaning in and taking a hold of her hand, kissing her knuckles gently. “I am Thor, your highness.”

“Pleasure.” Y/N spoke quietly.

Last but definitely not least,

Loki: Grouchier than Odin himself. His lips were strewn into a tight line, emotionless and unamused. His blue eyes complimented his paleness perfectly, Y/N took note of this. He wore darker clothes than the rest of his family with dark green accents throughout. And his jet-black hair, it would curl just under his ears and was actually kind of endearing, especially as the little bit of sun left of the day made the crown of his head glimmer. His arms were crossed over his chest and, gee, if looks could kill. When Y/N realized just how piercing his stare was, that’s when she really grew self-conscious. Suddenly she worried about her hair, her lips, if the dress she was wearing made her waist look thin enough.

“Prince Loki.” she bowed her head slightly to him. She could have sworn she saw him roll his eyes.

She gulped, biting her lip, and thanking all the Gods when Odin spoke up, leading them inside their home.

“Your highness.” bowed one of the palace guards in front of a door to the room she assumed would be her own.

“Hello.” Y/N said timidly but ever so gracefully.

“Please.” he said, opening the door to her new room.

“You’re very kind, thank you.” Y/N said, stepping inside to find that her belongings had already been brought and hung up. She grew a bit irritated at this but brushed it off.

“Dinner will be served in 20 minutes, Princess Y/N. The royal family anticipates your arrival.”

“Yes, thank you…” she dragged out the last word as if searching for her next, when really she was indirectly asking for the guard’s name.

The guard looked at her perplexed. She laughed softly, letting her hand fall over the skirt of her dress.

“What is your name?” she said smiling.

“M-my name, your highness?”

She nodded.

“Erik.” he replied, clearly thrown off by the question. No one had ever bothered to ask him his name around here before, especially not someone of royal status.

Erik was a man twice Y/N's age, with white hair and a clean, kind face. His eyes were blue like the dress Y/N had been wearing, and his hands were strong and unmoving from the spear he held.

“Erik” she repeated, “thank you, Erik.”

“Of course, princess.” he blushed, adding quickly: “I-I’ll be out here guarding your door.”

“Sure.” she said almost in a giggle.

He shut the door, flustered. Y/N began to undo her current hairstyle to try and achieve something a bit less casual. Changing her jewelry, she heard a knock at the door. “Yes, come in.” she announced.

“Your highness, there is someone here for you.” spoke Erik.

“Certainly.” said Y/N calmly.

Out from behind him stepped a woman with short white hair, her hands clasped in front of her and her gaze humble.

She curtseys to the young princess.

“Hello,” she begins walking towards the woman. “Lovely to meet you.”

“How can I be of service?” asks Y/N.

“Pardon me, your highness, for I am to be of service to you. I was appointed to tend to you during your stay with the royal family.”

“Oh,” Y/N says, curious. Laughing softly, embarrassed: “Well, I hardly think…” Y/N was going to finish that statement but she met the woman’s eyes and didn’t want to make her feel bad just for doing her job. She wanted to express how she wasn’t that much of a nuisance to need someone appointed to her while staying somewhere that wasn’t her own home.

“What is your name?” she asks the older woman, taking her wrinkled hands in her soft ones.

“My name is Hildr, your highness.”

“That is indeed a lovely name. Hildr, would it be all right if I bothered you for a glass of water? I’m absolutely parched from the trip here.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” Hildr said hurriedly and frankly a bit bewildered by how Y/N was speaking to her.

Hildr stepped out of the room and made her way down to fulfill the princess’ request.

From behind her, Y/N heard the rustling this time. She twisted her face in confusion, looking for the source of the noise. Turning her head, she hears shuffling from the basket she brought. The one containing Frigga’s gift.

Creeping closer towards the basket, she grabs a small statue on the way, which was placed atop the desk in her room, in the event that the noise was some big, scary spider or something.

Only when she was about three feet away did the culprit show himself.

Filip.

“Filip?!” she said a bit louder than she wanted.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered at him, picking him up, now extremely anxious that someone would find out. Just what would happen? Would they kick him out? Would they separate them?

At that moment, there was another knock on the door.

Y/N panicked.

“Gracious, can’t one have some privacy in this place.” she said lowly and to no one in particular as she paced around the room trying find a hiding spot for the cat. It was a rather humorous sight, her doing a silly little back and forth dance, trying to find a temporary hiding place so as to not get caught.

Another soft knock.

“Yes, just one second!” she said kindly, loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.

“You stay put, mister, or else!” she whisper yelled, pointing at the black cat who she had placed in a small crate-like box that held Asgardian soaps and oils in the bathing area. It was tucked away just enough.

Rushing back to the door, she pats down her flyways before opening it. Frigga is standing on the other side and looking in now.

“Your majesty.” Y/N says a bit surprised, bowing her head.

“I’ve come to see how you’ve settled in, dear. Is everything to your liking?”

“M-my liking?” Y/N asks stupidly. “Yes, ma’am. Absolutely. You’re a wonderful host.”

“I’m glad to hear so. We’re having dinner in a moment; I was hoping you could attend. I thought it most appropriate to relay the invitation myself.”

“Yes, of course, your majesty. I-I’ll just need a moment to change my clothing.”

As Y/N said this, Hildr appeared from behind Frigga. Frigga turned around and Hildr bowed to the queen.

“Oh, thank you.” says Y/N kindly.

Frigga lets Hildr step inside and the older woman hands the glass over, Y/N’s cheeks now growing hot at the thought of the hidden cat she has in the bathroom.

“Will you need assistance getting dressed, your highness?”

“Assistance?” asks the princess.

‘Damn’ she thought.

She is not going to be able to get into those on her own, is she? She thought this as she glanced to the open wardrobe next to her bed, displaying only the most intricate dresses.

“I- I think so” Y/N said. Even to herself, it didn’t make sense whether that was a question or a statement.

Frigga laughed quietly.

“Here,” she began, as she stepped inside now too, “let us help you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly and now her heart was racing.

‘The cat, the cat, the cat.’ Was all she could think, ‘Please, Filip for the love of Odin’s great white beard, don’t let them hear your bell.”

Y/N was helped into a wine-red dress, the corset fastened at the back by Hildr, and her hair fixed up by Frigga.

“Queen Frigga?” Y/N asks, sounding like a small child.

The queen hums in response as she brushes the girls hair.

“How is Prince Loki? I mean is he… kind? What does he like?”

Frigga smiles at this and picks up her head. She holds up Y/N’s tiara that just a moment ago rested atop the vanity and places it neatly in her hair.

“You’re going to have to find that out for yourself, sweetheart.” replies the poised queen.

Thankfully, Filip was quiet the entire time. Y/N thought maybe he had fallen asleep. Silly cat.

Just before they all left the room, Y/N remembered.

Frigga’s gift.

Seventy-two yards of the rarest, gold Asgardian fabric.

“Oh-“ she stopped. “My queen.” she called out for Frigga. She and Hildr were standing in the hallway now just in front of Y/N’s room, Y/N still inside.

The young woman walks back to the basket that had been wrapped in a decorative ribbon.

“This is for you.” she says shyly, and Frigga smiles widely. The queen holds the basket and touches the princess’ cheek. “Thank you, dear. Now let’s head to dinner, we do not want to keep them waiting.” she says, guiding the young woman down to the dining hall.

At the dinner table, it seemed everyone had been waiting. There was small talk and kind words, but Y/N didn’t seem to pay it much mind. She was much more interested in how out of place Prince Loki looked. He stuck out like a sore thumb, whether he was trying to or not, it didn’t matter.

For this dinner, Y/N sat alongside her parents. She sat up straight and greeted with a small and warm smile.

Dinner was quite like the ones she’d have at home. No one really paying attention to whether she ate enough or too much, her not having a chance to give input, the same boring stories told over and over and over again.

Y/N didn’t seem to catch it but every now and then Loki would pick up his gaze and stare at his bride-to-be. Though he would deny it to himself, she was absolutely beautiful. He’ll be damned, if he’d ever have to admit it. The way her hair complimented the complexion of her skin, the gleam to it, and those dimples. Those adorable dimples that would deepen when she gave her thanks to the waitress refilling their glasses of mead. Her hands seemed delicate and small compared to his, as well as her figure. Though he couldn’t tell for sure since he hadn’t been close to establish it, he figured she was short enough that her head would rest on his chest, standing upright that is.

Why was he thinking this?

‘I don’t even know her. What if she’s as dull as a rusty machete? Boring? Only talks about nonsense… Like Thor? Gods, what if she’s like Thor? Perhaps that’s better for me.’ he thought.

He tore his gaze away when she moved her arm, the neckline of her dress shifting and exposing her collarbones more.

He sucked in a breathe, not enough for anyone to notice, and  grumpily shoved another spoonful of his food into his mouth.

‘That was close.’ he said in his head.

‘Close? Close of what?’ he thought right after.

After dinner, they retired to their rooms. However, Y/N was restless and Frigga seemed to notice.

“Are you alright, princess?” she asked.

“Y-yes, I am. Just… a bit anxious.” Y/N replied sincerely.

“I understand…” Frigga began, thinking.

“You are free to roam as you please. If you need to take a stroll, by all means, do so. It could help you to gather your thoughts.” She said thoughtfully, now walking with Y/N down the corridor. “I’d like to show you a place I go to when I’m feeling tense.” the queen finished with a smirk.

This wasn’t entirely a lie… Frigga did come here when she was feeling troubled. Though she nearly always met with someone who was there all if not most of the time. Loki.

“Do you like books?” she asked Y/N, coming to a stop in front of a pair of huge double doors.

“Books?” Y/N asked excitedly. “Why, I love them!”

“I thought you might.” she said smiling before she opened the entrance to a gargantuan library.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she gasped only loud enough for Frigga to hear.

“This is incredible…” she muttered, mostly to herself. She looked around eagerly, trying to process just how many books there were. There were so many, it would take all her lifetime to read even half of the lot!

“You are welcome here any time you’d like.” she offered generously.

“Thank you so much.” Y/N said honestly, a smile plastered on her face.

“Surely.” said Frigga. “Oh, and… I do apologize about Loki. He’s not much of a talker, you see. He’ll need some time.”

Y/N didn’t say anything, she only nodded softly.

“I must be going now, dear. I have some matters to attend to before turning in for the night but I truly hope this spot finds you well.” says Frigga headed for the door.

“Yes, of course. Have a good night.” Y/N said with a curtsy.

Frigga shot her a smile and walked away.

Now here she was. In this enormous library, all to herself, no distractions and… is that a balcony? She can stargaze too?! This couldn’t be more wonderful.

Then her mind wandered off to the prince.

‘I wonder if Loki likes books… or music… or the stars.’ She thought as she stepped out into the balcony for a second.

After a short moment, she made her way back inside the library and began running her fingertips along the spines. Carefully, she’d pick them out. Churchill, Shakespeare, Boyd, Dickens, Tolstoy, Eliot. These were all the ones she could fit in her arms.

Loki was making his way to the library when he noticed its doors slightly pushed open. He peeked inside and saw her there. Looking a dork with about ten different books stacked up high in her arms.

‘Fool.’ he thought.

But he had to admit it was kind of cute.

Scratch that. He wouldn’t admit that. Ever.

She carefully placed the books on the floor where she sat as well, spreading the skirt of her dress out more comfortably. As she opened up the first book, Loki rolled his eyes. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy.

Would this be a regular occurrence now? Would she invade his favorite spot? Why did his mother have to show her this spot? Out of the entire palace? Couldn’t she have shown her the garden or something?

‘It is rather cold outside for her though.’ he thought, before cursing himself.

Loki decided he would have to do without the library that night though and eventually left, ending up at a different balcony on the west side of the palace, looking out into the distance. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He hated that Odin was making him do this. He didn’t want to get married to Y/N. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to get married… to anyone.

Y/N’s eyes grew heavy with each page she turned. It became too much to bear after a while and she neatly stacked the books, placing them on a nearby desk. She walked towards her room passing the balcony Prince Loki was looking pensive on. From the corner of her eye she saw him and decided to take a few steps backwards to confirm it was actually him there and not her tired imagination making her see things.

Evidently, it was the prince.

She thought for moment whether to say anything or not. She knew she was too shy but before she could even stop herself, something overcame her and she spoke.

“Hello.” she said, almost a question.

Loki looked over his shoulder, genuinely surprised, kind of annoyed.

Turning his body to face her: “Why are you here?” he asked coldly.

“Well, I thought… it’s just… well, you see-”

“Spit it out already.” he said, making her flustered.

“M-my room is that way…” she said pointing right, “and I was coming from that way.” she said using her other hand to point left, making her arms cross over each other awkwardly. She noticed this and stopped pointing.

“I-I saw you here and I just thought… well, maybe since… since we haven’t been formally introduced that I’d-“

“Stop.” he said sternly.

“I beg your pardon?” she said innocently.

“I’ve no interest in being formally introduced to you. Let’s quit the formalities and acknowledge what you’re really here for. Don’t waste your time pretending to get to know me, just play your part and I’ll do mine. I’ve committed horrible crimes and I’ve accepted this is my father’s punishment, however, I will NOT be taken for a fool.” he barks, striding closer to her with each word he speaks, until he’s right in front of her.

Y/N blinks back a few tears and Loki doesn’t notice, maybe because he’s so angry. She has never had anyone speak to her this way.

There is silence for a moment before Y/N musters up enough strength to speak.

“So, I-… I’m just your punishment?” she asks quietly, averting her gaze from him. She tries to keep her poker face but for the first time in a long time, she’s failing, her true feelings shyly peeking through her eyes. She didn’t know why that comment had hurt her so much, she barely knew this man. What she did know is that it did. It did hurt, it stung actually. She might even say it made her head spin.

Loki looks down at her figure, a pang of guilt striking him as he searches for her eyes. He shouldn’t care either though, about how she feels and whatnot. What is it to him?

Except he does care, and for a moment he feels horrible having said what he said even if he doesn’t outwardly show it.

“Leave.” he said abruptly.

Y/N tries to hide her breathing that’s now slowly turning into an erratic sniffle. She turns around quickly and Loki watches her leave, a strange new feeling from within him.

Once she’s back in her room , she shuts the door and leans her back against the side of her bed as she sits on the floor. She buries her face in her arms and lets out a frustrated sob.

She was honestly starting to feel indifferent about the whole marriage ordeal but now, well now she just feels worthless.  She thought maybe they would at least get along, definitely not fall on love, but learn how to coexist at the very least. But Loki seems to detest her and she’s not even sure why. The thought of being someone’s punishment is bad enough, let’s not get started on that. She wasn’t sure there was even a chance and that made her heart heavy. Not particularly because she wanted him to like her, more because she’d have to deal with him for the rest of her life… but also because she wanted him to like her.

Filip sees his girl and strides up to her, nudging his little nose on her hand.

Y/N sniffles, looking up.

“Filip” she says, “I almost forgot you were here.”

“I’m not a punishment, am I?” she asks pathetically, picking him up and placing him on her lap, but all he does is meow loudly.

“You must be starving.” she realizes. There’s a platter of food that had been there for a while sitting over the short-legged table in front of the couch. She cuts the food into little bits and feeds them to Filip until he seems to be satisfied.

It was beginning to get really late and Y/N had washed up already. She was spent and ready to slip into the sheets. Filip had no bed, not like the one he was used to anyway, so Y/N picked him up and placed him beside her on the mattress, where they snuggled.

@wheredafandomat

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 So true tho 🤣🤣🤣

@vbecker10 couldn't help but notice two separate posts of yours had the same energy

(with apologies to @kinaco-cat )

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Trust Me

Incorrect Quote

Paring: Loki x Reader

Warnings: None

Loki: Why can’t you trust me?

Reader: Allow me to review, you die every hour or so...

Loki: Living is overrated.

Reader: You stab Thor every time you see him...

Loki: Love is a dagger, dear.

Reader: You’re LITERALLY the God of Lies.

Loki: Better than being the God/Goddess of NOTHING!

Reader; In conclusion, I’d only trust you if I no longer wanted to live :)

Loki: Damn.

A FEW DAYS LATER...

Reader: Hey, Loki, can I trust you with something-

Loki: (Y/N) NO! STEP AWAY FROM THE BALCONY!

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REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

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