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Title: A Party and a Spy

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki is forced to return to Asgard to unwillingly participate in the festivities honoring Odin and Thor’s victories in Alfheim. He ends up drunk and in a piss poor mood that he then wants you to help relieve. Your secret meetings also finally attract an unwanted visitor. Super brief cameos here by Sif, the warriors three, and Thor, as well as Heimdall again.

Warnings: Semi smut possibly, but no real sex this chapter. Sorry to tease, will be some next chapter. Here is just mentions of arousal, grinding through clothing. Mention of masturbation. Also some animal abuse, but a magical animal who will be fine I guess. The princes are just jerks like that.

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Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys , @loveableasshole , @insanitybyanothername , @just-wordsandthoughts , @cringingmemeries

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You still felt warm, your head just poking out from under the blanket as you stretched a little. Your hand ran out across the mattress after a moment though, contacting nothing to your surprise as you then opened your eyes.

As you quickly sat up, the look on your face must have said far too much as you heard a chuckle from nearby.

“No, goddess, I haven’t left just yet. My, you are expressive though.”

As you turned your head towards the voice, you saw Loki now sitting in one of the two chairs at the small table opposite your side of the bed.

He was still dressed only in a pair of pants you also quickly noted, yourself still so unused to seeing this much of him as your eyes lingered on the lean muscle and pale skin.

“What?” He asked, not missing that stare either, though the sly look in his eyes told you he knew damned well what you were now distracted with. He just wanted you to say it.

“Asgardians really do wear too many clothes, if you are any proper example anyway.” You replied simply though. Why hide so much all the time?

He raised an eyebrow, but was smirking as he taunted a little further. “Oh I can assure you, there is no one in Asgard like me. And you’d prefer this not be reserved just for you then?”

You tried not to look caught off guard. Even if he were only teasing, the implication that he’d still be keeping this type of intimacy for you alone was something that made your stomach flutter slightly.

“Come here.” He said next though, snapping you back to attention, though you still hesitated. Was that a command or a request?

He only rolled his eyes after a moment though. “Oh, don’t waste time trying to be proud now. I do have to leave shortly, it will already be late morning in Asgard by now.” He extended a hand to you. “So come, sit with me.”

You eventually acquiesced, standing from the bed then, though intending just to walk to the other chair. Yet the very moment you were close enough, he only grabbed you by the arm, pulling you down to sit on his lap instead.

He was surprisingly fast and strong when he wished to be, his arms already around your waist as well before you could think to try and stand again.

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He spoke lowly against your ear as you shifted.

But to your surprise he didn’t touch you any further, even though one arm did stay around your waist to keep you steady as his other hand just went back to the table.

“I have a job for you.” He added, then moving his hand oddly as a piece of parchment paper and a writing quill appeared abruptly from thin air. “At least I think it may work. I’m sure the majority of these animals are illiterate. I’m hoping at least the clan chief has some shaman or someone of the sort that understands these runes. It’s the only written language I’ve ever seen in this land.”

But even as he started to write on the paper, your mind was still only fixating on what you’d just seen as you asked abruptly. “How did you do that?”

He seemed focused on whatever symbols he was now putting on the page, but he still answered. “How do I do what? They’re just runes.”

“No, how did you conjure the pen and paper?” Controlling the elements, moving objects by will, or casting illusions was one thing. But forming a very unnatural, man made object from essentially nothing was different than the typical kind of magic you were used to.

Loki paused a moment then, like trying to digest what you’d just said before he glanced back up to look you in the eyes.

“The woman can move the seas themselves and is astonished by a piece of paper?” He mocked incredulously.

Your eyebrows lowered. “Listen, I know good and well I’m no sorceress. That’s why I’m asking. How do you create something like that from nothing?”

He shook his head. “Gods, they really just give magic to anyone these days.”

A joke clearly, as everything you had you had been born with, though learning to control it had taken time. And to be honest, was still an ongoing learning process. But you still wanted an answer as you looked at him pointedly.

He sighed under your gaze. “I really don’t have the time for this. But I know you won’t let it go.” He had continued writing though even as he kept talking. “I didn’t make them, goddess. I brought them with me. You are at least correct in that nearly all instances of magic, nothing can be made without taking of something else. I’m sure when you make those little whirlpools of yours for instance, you’re drawing the latent energy from the water. The currents, the temperature differences, what have you. To truly make something from nothing...well, that would be chaos magic. Which, may or may not even exist depending which of the ancient mages’ tomes you most believe in.”

You could tell he did take pride in his studies and the principles behind them clearly. If he wasn’t already concerned about returning to Asgard, you could probably get a whole lecture on this subject right now. But you couldn’t help but point out again, as you just responded. “Yet you still haven’t really answered my question. If you brought them with you, where were they before?” You glanced down at his pants as if to reaffirm your doubt that anything other than himself had been hidden there as they were relatively tight.

Yet he still smirked at your continued insistence. “On the scale of the things I’m capable of, my dear, that’s just a parlor trick. And if you really care so much, I can teach you at some other time.”

At that, he paused writing again though, placing the quill down momentarily as he then moved his hand again for a long dagger to abruptly be held in his palm. “You see? There are far better uses to this trick.” He flipped the knife just as quickly though, letting the blade’s point stab into the table as the dagger then stood on end.

And as it did so he made sure to look to see your reaction, also asking you, “Do you really just depend on your servants to follow you around at all hours with any weapons you may need?”

Yet you just looked from the dagger, then back to him. Surprised surely, but not actually frightened. “And do you have so many enemies as to always need that at the ready?”

“One never really knows do they?” He answered smoothly, just grasping the dagger’s handle again before it disappeared once more.

It didn’t seem like a threat really. But you felt he still wanted you to know a bit more of what he was capable of. You quieted afterward as he went back to writing for a few more moments.

When he was done, you could tell he glanced over the letter briefly, as if proofreading before he rolled the paper tightly and folded it.

He spoke rather business like then, an odd thing honestly as you still sat so intimately on his lap. “If it wasn’t already obvious, I’d like you to carry this to the village leader while I return to Asgard. I don’t have the time to deal with the mortals right now, and besides, they’re your pets.”

“Excuse me? Have you forgotten whose idea this whole ‘protector’ role was to begin with?”

“Oh, I was willing to let the lot of them be wiped out if you’d chosen not to save them. I’d only need to spare whichever the nicest home was from burning as the marauders moved through, and we still would have ended up with a place to meet regardless.”

The sad thing was, you were actually sure he really meant that too. But he just continued.

“Yet you pitied them, and now here we are. And as the beasts held up their end of the bargain, I agree it’s fair at least to give them some recognition for their work. A pat on the head and a ‘good dog’ essentially, that’s what this letter says. So you see, I’m not wholly ungrateful.”

“A thank you letter?” You asked dryly. Relatively sure it likely didn’t read completely as such.

“Well, essentially. But with a reminder on the rules as well.”

“Rules?”

“Our privacy must be respected. I’ll put a green flame at the end of the trail nearer the village when we’re present. During the night, this place is also solely ours. If during the day there’s no flame, then they can come up and clean and maintenance this tiny wood hutch like good help should.”

“Your staff at your palace must just adore you.” You mused sarcastically. “The mortals are not our slaves, Loki.”

“It’s really an odd thing how you fancy them.” He retorted, though with an air of someone just humoring another person they already thought irreparably deluded. “But I suppose you have nothing else fulfilling to pass the time when I’m in Asgard. Some people like to paint, others like to craft things...you, you have your pets.”

Arrogant god you thought. As if suddenly you had no other purpose outside of him? Surely he saw that insulted look in your eyes as well, because you could see the entertained mirth in his own before he pulled you closer to kiss you suddenly.

And this one was rough again, briefly reminding you of that night in the cave as you felt his hands move down to your hips. His tongue was already in your mouth before you could even consider pulling away.

From last night when he’d only held you, to now seeming so hungry again, the sides of him could change so quickly you were learning.

His hands didn’t move beneath your dress though, even though you thought his fingers may be grabbing you hard enough to bruise as he twisted you to be fully facing him. Straddling him actually with each of your legs now on either side of him as he rested against the back of the chair.

He kept kissing you, and it wasn’t long before you felt that distinct hardness against you even through his pants. As always though, you wore nothing beneath your dress, a matter of practicality really for as often as you were in the water. Who would want any undergarments constantly rubbing and chaffing where you were most sensitive? You liked sheer and loose material in the dresses you wore, so that it moved easily as you swam and dried quickly when you were on land.

But he knew all this by now of course, as he just ground his hips then, that rough seam of his pants then moving between your legs as he drug it back and forth.

He was intentionally trying to work you up. You sensed the trap, but still found your own hands moving across his bare chest soon enough.

Your newfound lack of willpower was really astounding. Finally though, you pulled your head back to break the kiss and warn him. “If you’re just doing this with no intention to actually follow through...”

“If you wanted it so badly, you could have taken it last night.” He retorted though. “I’ve already stayed too long.”

“Why can’t I want both?” You answered, meaning it as well. It wasn’t just sex, nor was it just being in his company. Neither by itself was enough anymore. Each had its own place.

He looked frustrated himself though as you felt him thrust against you reflexively, that bulge in his pants wasted even as it scraped against where you were now becoming wet. “I’m telling you, Odin is back at the palace now. I have to be calculated in the times I come and go. There is some damned ceremony today, likely starting any moment by now for their victories in Alfheim. If I’m not there, they’re going to come looking for me.”

As much as you knew he liked to bend the truth. It wouldn’t make sense for him to deny himself this right now unless it was actually for good reason.

“Well you’re the one who pulled me into your lap and kissed me.” You relented, though your own body now fully flustered and urging you to return to him even as you stood up and stepped away.

“Well you shouldn’t have slept so late.” He grumbled back. Pulling at his pants in some discomfort as he stood as well.

But you watched as his armor manifested then, horned helmet and all as his magic washed across him. What you guessed would now be his attire for the ceremony he’d spoken of. You assumed that clothing and armor had been in whatever void the pen, paper, and dagger had been.

At least with his illusions he could also conceal his arousal if it hadn’t faded on its own by the time he reached the palace though, you thought with some amusement.

Yet, even as he walked for the door, he taunted to you as if sensing your enjoyment of his current predicament. “You’re welcome to get back in the bed you know. Think of me while you self soothe, goddess.”

So crude. But you just fired back before he could close the door. “And is that what you do at night in Asgard? Think of yourself as well to finish things off?” You were trying to mock his evident self importance of course.

Yet he didn’t even miss a beat at the intended insult. “Why be myself when I can just be you? Then I never have to forget how you feel.”

And just to prove that he could, you stared in disbelief as a perfect likeness of yourself then smiled back at you lewdly, thin dress and all before shutting the door unceremoniously.

Gods. That was just unnatural. And you had to sit down at that, arousal now paused at least as your body’s resulting confusion was almost palpable.

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Asgard, not long after

Loki was back to his normal appearance, hurriedly stepping into the small grouping of warriors he’d recognized at once in the rest of the crowd at the palace ceremonial hall.

Sif’s head turned in immediate surprise and annoyance as those golden horns entered her peripheral vision. The irritation was evident even as she tried to keep her voice low with so many others still around them. “And just where have you been!? Thor was looking for you everywhere!”

“I was in the library, did he think to look in the library!?” Loki spat back immediately, knowing that even if his brother had checked there, Thor knew the layout of it so poorly, he could always have claimed to have been in another section.

“Yet why are you breathing so hard, chap? Were you actually running?” Fandral asked as well, also looking Loki over.

“And why pray tell would I have been running?” Loki shot a glare to him next. Could they not mind their own damned business for once?

“Because you were late?” Volstagg offered in that simplistic, yet matter of fact way that was always beyond annoying even on the best day.

“Well I’m here now.” Loki huffed, though not missing the way Hogun was also staring at him critically. “And do you have something to add?” Loki grumbled at him.

But only Sif answered. “Well if you hadn’t been lost in the library,” Her tone made clear how little she believed that excuse, “You’d know that Thor chose you to give the congratulatory speech before-”

“The what?” Loki stared at her, that odd mix of horror and disgust then abruptly clear on his face.

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“So what more can I say of Asgard’s favorite son?” Loki’s public speaking voice boomed richly through the great hall, the throng of happy faces sickening as he smiled right back at them. What fresh Hel was this really?

“Alfheim counts her graces I am sure to have such noble saviors defend her-” By the gods he didn’t even know what Odin and Thor had done there the entire time. He assumed there’d been skull bashing and the normal heroics. But if they’d been working out peace treaties instead the last few weeks, who knew. He’d been looking for hidden portals to Midgard still on the days they’d held the main debriefings.

“And with peace secured in the realms once more, please join me in giving thanks to the noble Allfather and the mighty Thor!” Loki wasn’t normally one for alcohol. Not in comparison to most Asgardians anyway. He thought it dulled the mind too much. But by all the mages in all the realms...he so badly needed it now, as he took a large swig of the strongest Asgard had, before throwing the glass down to shatter it as was custom. “And let the feasts commence!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. And on any other day, that would have been something he obviously would have wanted. But Loki knew that not one voice was for him as he suddenly felt a large hand and arm go around his shoulders, shaking him roughly before his brother’s voice joined the yells, yet right in his ear.

“HUZZAH!” Thor cried, one arm still around Loki as his other lifted Mjolnir triumphantly.

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And it was so many hours later before Loki had finally escaped. Time and time again as he’d tried to excuse himself from the endless barrage of drinks and food, it was as if his brother had somehow sensed it.

Then there would be Thor again, telling him any one of those same stories over and over as he’d somehow corralled Loki back into the feast room. If he’d had to hear one more time how with one hand forced behind his back, and Mjolnir still in mid air, that Thor had kicked one of the enemies’ bombs right back into their own garrison, taking out an entire enemy troop as more of their stored artillery then exploded...Loki may have finally vomited.

As it was now, he wasn’t exactly walking a straight line either though. Just carrying his own helmet in one hand, his head already throbbing as he made his way slowly through the corridors. His other arm reaching out occasionally, grazing the walls for balance.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d drank so much. Well, more like been forced to drink so much, just to try and maintain his sanity in what was essentially just another gathering of his brother’s sycophants.

Honestly did Thor even see it? Did he really think all those hanger-ons were truly his friends? Perhaps there was some argument for Sif and the warriors three. As thick headed as they all were, they were about cut from the same cloth. And that was not a compliment.

But all the others? It’d be almost pitiable really if it weren’t so damned annoying. Yet maybe it was the alcohol there as well, making Loki linger on so many of these feelings again.

By the time he reached the entrance to his quarters, he was frowning as he pushed the heavy doors open. He still made sure that they shut fully behind him though as he waved his hand to lock them doubly with a spell.

It was not without precedent that in some true late night madness, either Thor, or Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg may still force entry to try and get him to accompany them on some additional drunken adventure while they were still riding so high on their accomplishments.

“Idiots,” Loki grumbled to no one though. Still stuck in that sour mood as he moved across the dark room, losing clothes as he did so before finally ending up in his elaborate bed. The silken sheets were then the only thing against his skin as he laid there in silence, though the room still feeling like it was moving slightly in his lingering vertigo.

But he just wanted to sleep. That and to will this headache and the thoughts that worsened it away.

But instead he only laid there. His drunken thoughts churning louder and louder as the minutes passed, alone in this extravagant, luxurious, and also very empty bed.

Scattered across the palace now, he could only imagine all the couplings likely occurring. Not necessarily in the full sense of the word. But he knew how these types of festivities normally ended.

Thor was likely in an archway somewhere with Sif, pawing at each other with all the finesse of a pair of schoolchildren. Fandral and Hogun would still be at a table, Fandral now showing off his sword to a couple maidens simultaneously with only thinly veiled euphemisms of how it compared to the hidden equivalent. And Volstagg would have his actual wife and children there, somehow still not bored of them yet as they all laughed together.

And that’s what it really was, laughable.

Loki rolled onto his side, glaring towards the balcony and the stars dotting the black sky beyond it. No, he didn’t need any of that farce of companionship. Not just for the sake of it anyway like all the others. He took what he wanted, when he wanted surely. Pleasure was one thing after all, but it didn’t control him.

You didn’t control him actually. Because no one controlled the god of mischief.

But the longer he lay there in silence, the more he could then imagine your fingers soon running through his hair, or the warmth of your lap to lay his aching head in. He’d had bad days before, many times retreating to this very room alone. But he didn’t have to be alone tonight. He didn’t have to be alone at all anymore did he?

“Goddamnit.” He finally hissed. It was foolhardy, dangerous even after just returning from Midgard already once today. But he wasn’t going to sleep tonight otherwise. Not until he had what he really wanted.

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Loki certainly wasn’t going to be walking all the way to the bifrost gate. Not at this hour, and not in this condition. So he’d taken a form that at least no one would have second guessed if they’d just happened to look up as he’d passed quickly overhead.

One of Father’s ravens, or the rats with wings as he preferred to call them. And as he’d landed near Heimdall, then regaining his normal form, the older god just looked down at him, unimpressed.

“She’s returned to the ocean. She already sleeps.” Heimdall spoke unprompted.

Yet Loki’s eyebrows rose mockingly, even if his words took a little more effort right now. “Oh? Making a habit of watching her…even without me then? That’s a bit perverse.”

But the gatekeeper’s expression hardly changed at the insult, still so difficult to goad. “I saw you coming, and your questions to her whereabouts are becoming predictable.”

It was true. Loki had already come here several nights, yes. Mostly to check whether the mortals had finished that structure or not. And it’d finally been a pleasant reward just the other night when Heimdall had confirmed it already done and you there waiting.

“I don’t care where she is.” Loki retorted though. “I’m going to Midgard. Open the gate.”

“You are inebriated.” Heimdall warned.

“And you have a severely itritating penchant for stating the obvious…open the gate.” He commanded more forcefully.

“Anywhere in Midgard particular?” Heimdall answered.

Loki paused though, hearing that slightest change in the guardian’s normal stoic tone with those last words. “Are you…attempting to make a joke?”

“I did not wish to assume or state the obvious again as you said. And you also say you do not care where she is. So do you not care where you should land tonight then?”

He was! He was mocking him. Loki growled, pointing his finger for emphasis. “Now listen here…it has been a god awful, long day. Quit trying to dissuade me. Send me to the village, gatekeeper!”

“Any village?”

Gods. “My village, her village, whatever you want to call it. But do it or I’ll use the damned sword myself!”

With one last cheerless look down at Loki, Heimdall turned the sword then, opening the gate even as he warned a final time. “Do not fall from the bifrost, Prince. The universe is vast and does not suffer the careless well. Do remember as well that all things done have consequences in the end.”

But Loki had no time to search for deeper meaning in the words, just ruffling more as he walked towards the light. “Is that a threat?”

“Only a truth and a caution.” Heimdall again answered, just before the other disappeared back across the bridge.

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And as the light left him again, Loki was once more in that dark forest. Yet, the ground far lighter colored than normal as to a little of his surprise, his boots now found fresh snow. Winter had finally arrived to this part of Midgard apparently.

He cursed, realizing it would have been far smarter to have told Heimdall to deposit him directly onto the beach this time as he’d now had to navigate back down the hillside and to the trail that led between the cliff face.

It had started snowing again as well as he walked, the large flakes sticking in his black hair by the time he reached the ocean’s edge. He should have told you just to stay at the cabin this morning. But he didn’t expect to be standing here again so soon either.

Loki didn’t care about the water at this point though, the waves rushing up around his feet and over the top of his boots as he trudged forward to call out. “Hear me, sea beasts! Hear me and bring your mistress to me!”

And it didn’t take long of course before he saw two feminine looking torsos rise just where the waves were breaking in the distance. Not quite human, but expressive enough that he could see the skepticism in their body language.

“She’s asleep!” One called back over the waves.

“Then go and wake her!” He only hissed back as if scolding an insubordinate child. Why did everyone feel the need to test him tonight?

But the two nymphs just looked at one another. The other then speaking. “What is so important? Are you claiming injury again?”

He scoffed at the jab, voice easily sliding into its darker range then, even in his continued drunken state. He did not have time for this. “Do not forget your place, water sprite.”

And as he made a move as if to step further into the water, he was pleased to see them both shrink back at that. When they disappeared not long after, he knew all he now had to do was wait.

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You didn’t fully know what to expect. Why was he back so soon? Not that you should complain, but he’d made such a point about having to return to Asgard this morning, and he’d never come back so quickly before. Even though it was now dead of night.

The nymphs also said he’d been acting strangely, even a bit ruder than normal. They insisted you bring your spear, and so you had as you broke the surface only to find him sitting at the water’s edge. Though not even far enough onto the beach to stay dry as the water now ran around him and then pulled back with each successive wave. His pants and cloak were clearly soaked, snow also dotting all over him to your surprise.

“Loki?” You asked, concerned but cautious. Normally the rare sight of snow would have distracted you in its own right had you not been so focused on him. The north was still unique to you for all its differences.

“The cold doesn’t bother me either.” He said abruptly, seeing that worry in your eyes. But he didn’t stand out of the water. “You really should reprimand your servants…”

“It’s not quite that kind of a relationship.” You replied, though not defensively as you still tried to realize what was wrong with him. “Are you alright?”

“No.” He said simply.

If it was just another trick, it was a good one. But you felt you had no real choice but to behave as if he was sincere. You only laid your spear down in the water as you then moved to sit down beside him.

He looked over at you as you did, and you could see how tired he looked even in the darkness. So close to him then, that was finally when you smelled the scent of alcohol, impressively strong even over the salt smell of the ocean.

He was drunk.

“Loki…” You said again, unsure at all what would have driven him to this kind of excess. “Do you want me to help you to the cabin?”

He leaned closer though, as if to either kiss you or lay his head against yours. He did nuzzle your face slightly though as he whispered in your ear. “I want him to get closer first.” Before you could react though, he’d then grabbed your chin to keep you from looking away from him. “He can’t hear us over the noise of the sea…but don’t look away.”

And he did kiss you then, that heady taste of the alcohol almost as distracting as the nonsensical words. His hand was moving up your thigh as well as his other moved around to your back. It all seemed like only the beginnings of foreplay before just as suddenly, he then pushed you down beneath him. His hand that had been on your thigh pulled back simultaneously to throw a dagger violently out into the darkness.

You heard a distinct sound of a hit, a creature screech, and then chaotic flapping in the sand and snow somewhere near the cliff’s base.

Loki was now laying on top of you, your back still pressed into the wet sand as the water rushed back up around you both. He glanced back down at you then, ignoring the confusion in your eyes as he kissed you roughly several times more before finally pulling back again. “We’ll have to get back to that tomorrow…” He all but purred, mood shifting suddenly to satisfaction as he stood once more and offered you his hand.

Utterly baffled, you still took it, letting him help you up before he let go of you to walk off towards the distressed sounds you still heard near the cliff. You only hung back long enough to grab your spear before hurrying to follow him.

You didn’t know what kind of beast to expect from all the noise, and only found yourself more surprised as a pitiable looking black bird finally came into view. It flapped even harder upon seeing Loki, but with one wing clearly mangled and blood spattering the snow and sand around it.

“Oh, you over dramatic twat.” Loki fussed, snatching the hapless creature up with little fanfare as his other hand reclaimed his now bloody dagger, disappearing it again with his magic. “And which one are you?” He asked, holding it roughly near his face as it now continually tried to bite him in defiance.

You didn’t know what he was looking for, and you were about to say something about how harshly he was holding the poor animal before Loki smirked in recognition.

“Well…Muninn, you little vermin. You saw me leave the palace didn’t you? Did you really think I was your other half? Couldn’t leave well enough alone could you?”

What? So this was one of Odin’s ravens? But, Loki had just stabbed it! Was this not treason? Treason that you were now a party to? You had so many questions as your inner panic began to grow.

But Loki only kept smiling, talking with condescension to the injured bird. “Yet, for you to be here so quickly, then you’ve found my door for me. There’s a rift between Asgard and Midgard somewhere nearby…and for that you get to keep your other wing tonight, you little spy.”

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As you passed back up the trail to the cabin together, you saw Loki had indeed kept his word about signaling to the mortals when you were here. A green flame floated, ethereal in midair at the edge of the tree-line.

It had a haunting look to it, but you said nothing, still so focused on Loki’s rough handling of the injured raven. And by the time you’d entered the woods, you could no longer contain yourself.

“Please don’t hold him by the chest like that. It makes it too hard for them to breathe. You’re going to suffocate him!”

At your outburst, Loki seemed to have a genuine moment of surprise, looking over at you before his normal superior expression returned. “Just because you can become a bird….doesn’t mean you should give a damn about this one. Don’t waste your time on kindness. Despite your bleeding heart, his loyalty lies only with the Allfather. He’ll snitch you out regardless.”

“But, he has lost a lot of blood. We can’t let him die, Loki…” You still kept on, worried the alcohol had truly made him lose all sense of judgement.

Again he just gave you the oddest look before outright laughing though. He shook the bird a little, making it squawk again, before continuing. “This rat and his brother are imbued with Odin’s magic. They cannot perish so easily as long as Odin still lives.”

Yet, that was still not comforting to you in the slightest. In what possible way could torturing a favored pet of the Allfather end positively for the two of you?

But Loki didn’t miss the way you still stared with disapproval, just rolling his eyes as you finally made it to the cabin. “Do you know how long we’ve dealt with these little pests? When Thor got his first slingshot as a boy, what do you think he practiced it on? When I learned my first spells, what did I test them on? There is nothing new to this…”

“That’s awful.” You grumbled, though watching as Loki did this odd movement with his shoulders, his magic shifting over him so that he was suddenly dry again.

As he walked inside, you had to shake the snow off yourself the old fashioned way. Your dress and hair still damp from that and the ocean combined as you followed him inside, leaning your spear against the wall before closing the door. “So you could do that the whole time,” You commented as to his drying trick, though not really surprised by anything else right now.

He smirked a little, knowing what you were thinking. With a wave of his hand a couple of the candles also lit. “Oh, I didn’t do it that night in the cave. You were supposed to take pity and ask me to take off some of my wet clothes…of course they ended up off anyway didn’t they?”

You crossed your arms, just frowning as he unceremoniously opened the chest on the floor next, tossing the injured Muninn into it before slamming it back closed.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning,” Loki threatened in response to the resulting angry squawk, giving the chest a light kick before the noise inside silenced.

When he turned to look at you again, he only offered a dark smile. Though still looking tired as he started to remove his clothes.

You tried to keep your disapproving look strong even as you realized he was using no magic at all, removing his vestments piece by piece as if to taunt you into further watching.

But looking away would have just goaded him too wouldn’t it? Letting him know the sight of his body still did things to you. You couldn’t win either way as all of his clothes finally laid piled on the floor, no neatness this time as he went lay nude in the bed.

You stood there a further moment, really not knowing what to do. He didn’t deserve to be rewarded right now in your mind. But were you just supposed to walk right back out the door? You didn’t have the willpower for that either, not anymore.

He watched you lazily too, waiting. His voice was quieter now though as he did speak again. “If I’d wanted to sleep alone…I would have just stayed in Asgard.”

Your shoulders lowered a little at the softer words, but you didn’t know how much you really believed him. You finally did approach the bed however, removing your wet dress, and not missing the way his eyes moved across your body before you climbed in under the blanket beside him.

But you could also tell he was in no condition for love making, even as you felt his hand encircle one of your wrists, himself then pulling your hand up so your fingers fell into his hair.

He gave you an imploring look, making his intention clear even if unexpected. It was so strange, but you complied, starting to rub your fingers through his hair and along his scalp gently.

The way he clearly relaxed into the touch reminded you so much of a placated animal truly. And he even closed his eyes as you just continued stroking, letting the black hair work repeatedly between your fingers.

To drunkenly cross the vast breadth of space just for this minor affection, also risking exposure by his Father’s informants, was it telling you that he really was so reckless after all? Or…was this becoming a real need for him?

Were you becoming a need in his life?

You felt him line up his body with yours, flesh to flesh as he got further comfortable.

“Thank you.” You heard him say at last. Surprising you enough that you could find nothing to say in return.

You just kept on with your soft touches though, comforting the troublesome prince all the way until he finally fell asleep in your arms.

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btsinwonderland · 3 years

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A Drop of Poison - Ch. 7: Missing

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It was your third time getting denied access to the infirmary. You stood there and created such a ruckus that Volstagg, the head of the infirmary, came out of the room to address you.

“What is all this bangin’ about?” he said, rubbing his thick orange beard and looking at you questionably.

The blonde-haired boy at the front desk scowled in your direction. “She was told last night that we are currently not allowing visitors, but she won’t listen.”

You threw him back a venomous gaze and took a deep breath, ready to present your case. “My friend Valkyrie was injured at yesterday’s game and I have to see her! She fell nearly thirty feet and nobody has told me a single thing about her condition. She could be dead for all I know and -“

“She’s over here. For the love of Merlin, please stop talkin’,” he said, leading you into the infirmary.

You smiled at the blonde boy and followed Volstagg through the door, into the infirmary. There were many more beds than you remembered seeing before. It seemed the room itself had elongated to make room for how many injured students there were. They bunked the beds to four levels and house-elves apparated between patients to provide care to those still healing.

There was one boy with a crooked looking arm that frightened you. He was sleeping on the third bunk of his bed group. Another girl had bandages around her eyes and was sitting up, scratching her pet rat between its ears. You gulped at the damage that was done, realizing that you had gotten off lucky.

Volstagg led you to a bed with the curtain drawn around it. It surprised you that Valkyrie got her own little section of the room.

“Thor brought her here in a mad fuss. She broke both her legs but should be fine in the mornin’,” Volstagg said. “You stay here as long as you need to, not a second more, understand?” He looked at you pointedly.

You smiled at him. “Thank you, sir.”

He grumbled away and left you alone. Valkyrie laid there with her eyes closed, and a bit of sweat on her brow. You walked over and drew up a chair beside her and took her hand. Using the back of your robe sleeve, you patted her forehead to get the sweat off.

“Hmmm, Professor?” she said.

You laughed. “Unfortunately, it’s just me,” you said.

Valkyrie smiled, eyes still closed. “I suppose you’re an alright consolation.”

“Are you okay?” you said, petting her hand.

Valkyrie opened her eyes and looked at you. The dark brown irises were rich, though the whites of her eyes had reddened from fatigue. “Oh stop it, I’m not on my deathbed, Freya. Volstagg gave me a mending brew, said I should be all better by the morning! Tastes like piss though.”

You laughed too loud, and it earned you a shush from a nearby house-elf applying ointment to a gash on a student’s arm. “Professor Odinson was quick to get you, though,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Valkyrie smiled. “I can still remember the feeling of being in his arms. Though the amount of pain I was in did block out most of it and made it slightly less romantic than I would have hoped…”

Footsteps approached, and you saw Professor Odinson stop at the foot of Valkyrie’s bed. “Freya! Volstagg couldn’t keep you out, eh?”

“Hell no!” Valkyrie said, shooting you a winning smile. Despite being bedridden, she was extraordinarily beautiful. You smiled back at her.

Professor Odinson reached over and adjusted the blankets by Valkyrie’s feet. She tried to sit up, but he gently stopped her by the shoulder and eased her down. “Take it easy, champ. We can’t have our captain injured again,” he said with a smirk.

Valkyrie looked at him with a devilish grin. “I do carry the team,” she said with a wink.

He laughed, and his gaze lingered over her lips for a fraction of a moment; you saw. You flushed when Professor Odinson looked at you and he cleared his throat. “Well, I won’t keep you two from catching up on your...girl talk or whatever it is you do.” He took out something from his pocket; it was a box of mini cauldron cakes which he shoved into Valkyrie’s hands. “Share these…” he said, leaving. “Heal quickly now Valkyrie, I won’t go easy on you when you return!”

“I wouldn't want you to, sir!” she said with a smile.

You grabbed a cauldron cake and took a bite, watching Valkyrie stare at Professor Odinson as he left. “Oh Professor, I’d love for you to go hard on me,” you said, in your best pleading voice.

Valkyrie snorted. “Shut it and don’t eat all my cakes.”

You both giggled and snacked on the cakes. Eventually, your thoughts drifted to a certain professor you were trying to avoid thinking about, but even amidst a beautiful flurry of chocolate and strawberry jam in your mouth, he still lingered.

After several more minutes of chatting, and another cauldron cake, you left Valkyrie to rest. The entire infirmary seemed to sigh with a sense of relief when you departed and you looked back at them with a scowl. You weren’t that loud...

It was still early in the morning, only ten o’clock, so you grabbed some breakfast before heading to your first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. You met Pom and Mo at the door, and the three of you took your seats.

A middle-aged man in a tweed jacket and a greying beard walked into the room, closing the door with a wave of his wand. “Welcome, students. I apologize for my tardiness this semester. I trust you have all been very well behaved and completed all your readings.”

He walked to the front of the class, through the aisle next to you, and you caught the musky scent of longrass and pipe smoke from him. “My six-month expedition in the Amazon was well worth it, though that is a story for another day. For now, we shall start on one of the spells in your readings. A shielding spell.”

You had not seen Professor Baldur since last year. He had been your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for half your time at Hogwarts. His demeanour was a cross between strict and friendly, wholly depending on what side of his temperament you landed on.

Professor Baldur opened up his briefcase and took out a brown paper bag. He reached inside and pulled out a red apple. “Now, Darwish, throw this at my head,” he said, passing the apple to Mo.

Mo looked at you and Pom before looking back at the professor. “A-are you sure, sir?” Some students whispered and giggled in the background.

Professor Baldur stepped back, giving Mo enough distance to hurl it and said, “yes, yes, come on now, throw! And someone be sure to catch it, I don’t want my lunch bruised!”

Mo wound up and flung the apple at Professor Baldur. Surely, the fruit would have landed squarely on his forehead had he not flicked his wand in a flash and yelled, “protego!”

The apple bounced off of a blueish glow around the professor and clipped another student in the shoulder, only to be caught by his neighbour. The class murmured excitedly at the opportunity to learn such a powerful spell.

Mo leaned over and whispered, “would have been useful to learn this one before those damned crows nearly pecked my eyes out.”

You nodded back in response.

“Questions?” Professor Baldur asked.

Pom raised her hand. “Does this spell work on more powerful things, like other spells? Can it cover more people?”

The professor took a bite of his apple and nodded with his eyes closed. “Yes, yes, it all depends on the user. Protego can be as powerful as a great wall, protecting an entire community! Or it can be as flimsy as a cardboard box.” He walked over to your desk and leaned over you, Pom, and Mo. “However, protego cannot deflect the unforgivable curses. For those you must block, dodge, or interrupt.”

Just then, someone rapped on the door at the back of the classroom and it opened to Professor Sif. “Everyone head to the Great Hall for an emergency announcement. Classes are dismissed for the day.”

You looked at Pom and Mo, who shrugged. You did not expect this to be a celebratory dismissal, and it caused an anxious lump to form in your chest. The three of you followed the rest of the students to the Great Hall and sat at your table. Pom stood at the Ravenclaw table and glanced around as if she were waiting for someone but eventually sat down.

Once the last of the students and teachers trickled in, the doors shut and the murmurs quieted. You looked at the head table and looked for Professor Laufeyson; he sat beside Professor Odinson with a grim expression on his face. Something looked off, more than usual; he seemed pale and tired.

Headmistress Frigga rose, and there was no trace of a smile on her face today. “It has been a strange semester thus far. From our dear Professor Hubert Rattowl’s passing and the unfortunate incident of yesterday’s Quidditch game. I am sorry to pull you from class today. But it is with a heavy heart I must announce that one of your classmates has gone missing.” There was a rush of whispers across the hall which Professor Sif shushed loudly, as the Headmistress continued. “The teachers and I are up in arms to look for the missing student. And as such, we have deemed it necessary to lock down Hogwarts for the month of October and possibly the rest of the semester. This means no going outside of castle grounds, no trips to Hogsmeade, and there is a new curfew of seven o’clock, post meridiem.”

There were several groans at this announcement. The Headmistress looked down at the students and clasped the edges of the podium. “Any students caught breaking these rules will be expelled and sent home immediately.”

“It’s the Dark One!” someone shouted. Then whispers erupted from every table, talking about his return and some even threw Professor Laufeyson’s name into the fire.

“Silence!” Headmistress Frigga yelled. “I will not tolerate gossip in my school!” She gave a gentler look after silencing the room with her commanding tone. “I know you are scared, as am I. However, we will not get through this if we cannot work together. Now is a time for Hogwarts to be unified and diligent. Take care of your fellow classmates and teachers. We must be both kind and cautious.”

Then, some of the other teachers took turns providing a list of their new schedules, particularly for the students engaged in night classes or other extra-curricular activities. You looked down at the table, thinking about what was going on. First the attack and now a student had actually gone missing. You looked back at Professor Laufeyson, but he was no longer at the table or in the Great Hall.

Professor Hogun walked past you towards the Ravenclaw table. He paused over Pom and put a hand on her shoulder. He then escorted her out of the Great Hall.

“What’s that about?” Mo said.

“I don’t know,” you replied, though the lump in your chest only tightened.

“I can’t believe we can’t go to Hogsmeade! I was looking forward to our annual butterbeer bash,” he said, crossing his arms.

You gave him a look, to which he only smiled and said, “the best way for coping with this distress is to have a nice butterbeer don’t you think?”

“Mo, I don’t think anything is going to calm my distress,” you said with a laugh. The dread in your stomach remained.

As you exited the Great Hall, you noticed Pom at the end of the corridor, with a few students around her. Her face was completely red, and she was sobbing. One of her friends hugged her and Pom buried her face in their arms and cried. You walked over to the crowd and tapped someone on the shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Is Pom alright?” You said.

The student frowned and shook his head. “The missing student...is Pom’s brother, Ken.”

Before you could even process the news, you saw Professor Laufeyson come down the hall. When the student you spoke to caught sight of him, he yelled aloud and lunged at the professor. A girl with braids held the boy back. “It’s your fault! It’s your fault he’s missing!” He nearly spat his words at Professor Laufeyson.

Professor Laufeyson looked grim, but maintained an impartial expression. “I don’t know what you mean. I am sorry to hear about our missing student. I hope they find him.”

“You’re the Dark One’s son! You’re causing all this to happen!” The boy said.

The other students gasped, and for a moment you saw rage on Professor Laufeyson’s face. Then Professor Hogun broke up the crowd and took the insolent student by the arm. “You do not speak to your Professor in that tone, Warren! Minus twenty points for Ravenclaw and detention!” He guided the boy down the hall before throwing Professor Laufeyson a disapproving glance, as if he agreed with the student anyway.

As the crowd dispersed, Professor Laufeyson left, and you hesitated for a moment before you followed him. You followed him down the corridor, past the library, until the hordes of panicked students thinned out to the point you were alone. “Wait! Sir!”

He stopped, arms crossed. “What?” he said, turning to face you. His face was a mask.

“Are you alright?”

He actually chuckled. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he said, shrugging. You walked up closer to him. He gave you an incredulous look, but you could sense something beyond it. Irritation. “It’s nothing I have not heard before. And I must grant that boy a touch of respect since he was brave enough to tell me what everyone else was thinking.”

You looked at him then, afraid to say what you wanted to say.

“And you wonder the same thing,” he said. A glimmer of disappointment in his eyes. “Just like the rest of them.”

That was not fair. “I’ve been trying to help you!”

He laughed again. “What makes you think I need your help?” He turned away to leave and you could not bear the frustration.

Your anger bubbled to the surface. “I saw you die!”

For a moment, his eyes widened, but he maintained his composure. “What?”

You breathed in and exhaled slowly. “I have a...gift, or at least that’s what Heimdall says. I have visions.”

He watched you curiously as you continued.

“I have these dreams, and for a long time, all I dreamed of was that blue cube - the Tesseract you called it - in the lake. It’s in some sort of cavern. I don’t know where. But then, before you arrived in school, I saw you, in my vision. In the cavern, with these strange creatures surrounding you.”

Professor Laufeyson looked at you with a sort of satisfaction, despite hearing of his death. “So that’s how you knew about the Tesseract,” he said, cocking his head to the side.

Your anger flared up again. “Hold on, did you act upset so I would feel bad for you and tell you everything?”

He raised his hands up. “Don’t take it so badly, at least I didn’t use any magic this time!”

You grit your teeth. This man was insufferable. “You just lie, all the time then?”

He walked towards you and put a finger under your chin as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “People lie all the time, love, I just own it.”

You ignored the reaction your body had to his touch and stepped back. “Why do you want that cube? Does it have anything to do with the missing student?”

“You can thank my father for the missing student. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are more disappearances. Times are changing! As for what I want, you should already know that, seer. I can’t do your job for you.” He turned and walked away.

You were so frustrated you could shake him. “But you’ll die if you search for the Tesseract!”

He shrugged. “What difference does that make? Nobody cares.”

“I don’t want you to die.”

He stopped walking for a moment and turned his head slightly. “Then you’d be the first.” He said and left you standing there, alone in the corridor.

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lokiofassgards · 4 years

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Beyla (Loki) 7

Thor and Dr. Selvig sing joyfully as Thor aids him in the trailer. "The mood is good, our hearts are full, there's magic in the air. It's all because we're here tonight, and haven't got a care. So raise a glass, and toast to life, wherever it may lead Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, a friend is fine indeed. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, a friend is fine indeed!"

The small trailer is in a state of perpetual disarray, strewn with various books, old pizza boxes, etc. A worried Jane lies on her bed, trying to read. She's startled by the loud voices at the door.

Thor stands there with the unconscious Selvig slung over his shoulder.

"Erik! Is he all right?"

"He's fine. Not injured at all." As Thor enters, he hits Selvig's head on the doorway. "Sorry, my friend."

Jane watches in confusion as the god carries the grown man on his shoulder. "What happened?"

"We drank. We fought. He made his ancestors proud."

Thor sets Selvig down on Jane's bed. Selvig awakens groggily and looks up at him through bleary eyes. "I still don't believe you're the God of Thunder. But you ought to be." Thor grins, pats him on the cheek. As Selvig drifts off to sleep, Thor pulls a blanket over him. Jane watches, stunned by their friendship, impressed by Thor's tenderness.

"These are your chambers?"

Jane suddenly becomes aware of the mess and starts cleaning up the trailer around her.

"Well, it's more of a temporary living space, really. I don't usually have visitors in here. Actually, never..."

Thor picks up a sock off the floor. She snatches it from him, putting it away.

"Can we go outside?"

Thor steps off a ladder onto the roof of Smith Motors. He offers Jane his hand, helps her up. There's a telescope set up, a couple of chairs, some blankets.

"I come up here sometimes when I can't sleep. Or when I'm trying to reconcile particle data. Or when Darcy's driving me crazy. I come up here a lot, now that I think about it." Thor looks at the night sky, filled with stars.

"You've been very kind. I've been far less grateful than you deserve." Thor draws within himself, being reminded of a certain kindness one Goddess has always shown.

"I also hit you with my car a couple of times, so it kind of evens out." He grins, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out her notebook.

"I don't believe it." She takes it from him, surprised and grateful.

"It was all I could get back. Not as much as I promised. I'm sorry."

"No, this is good. Thank you. This means I don't have to start from scratch." She sits down and opens the notebook eagerly, then stops, a harsh realization clouding her face. Thor notices.

"What's wrong?"

"SHIELD, whatever they are. They're never going to let this research see the light of day."

"You must do this. You must finish what you've started."

"Why?"

"Because you're right. It's taken so many generations for your people to get to this point. You're nearly there. You just need someone to show you how close you really are."

Thor stares at her smiling. "What?" "I have a friend who would love to meet you." Jane smiles crossing her arms. "Yeah? Another story?" Thor chuckles. "No, no. She's very much real. Her name is Beyla. When the times comes she'll travel here and help the growth of the land spread." Jane grins listening to the tale. "Beyla? Like... the Goddess of Bees?" Thor nods with a wide smile. "She's over this Realm. You two share the same ambition. All she's ever wanted to do was use her gifts."

"And she's... Queen on earth? Or this Realm?"

Thor moves beside her, opens her notebook, turns to the page which bears a sketch of the Bifrost. He takes the pen from the notebook, begins to add to the sketch, leading from one point to another in space.

"Your ancestors called it magic. You call it science. I come from a place where they're one and the same thing." Thor is drawing the branches of Yggdrasil as she looks on, amazed, and intrigued. "What is it?"

"This is how my father explained it to me. Your world is one of the Nine Realms of the Cosmos, linked to each other by the branches of Yggdrasil, the World's Tree. Now, you see it every day, without realizing it. Images glimpsed through... this Hubble Telescope. So, Nine Realms..." They look at each other. She nods. They smile.

"A war?" I gasp putting my hands over my mouth as Loki tells of his meeting with the frost giants. He nods looking deep into my eyes. "Darling we can not fight this. There must be another way, Loki." "No. They're coming, and we have to be prepared." "And you think we shouldn't have Thor as an addition to this? End his banishment and he can help. Asgard will win." Loki stares at me, reading the panic in my blood. He grabs my face kissing my head. "I will be able to protect you from anything, my Queen."

Loki stands up from the bed and walks out tailing the stench of his lies bleeding from his teeth.

I rush down the rainbow bridge to Heimdall. "My Queen. What brings you? Traveling?" I gulp, moving my shaky hands on my dress. "No." I stand in front of him looking up. I catch his golden eyes as my head swims in worry. "I need to ask you some questions about my husband."

Suddenly Sif and the Warriors Three enter warily to find the intimidating Heimdall standing before the Observatory's controls. He glares at them accusingly. The four failed to notice their Queen behind the gatekeeper.

"Good Heimdall, less us explain--" "You would defy the commands of Loki our King, break every oath you have taken as warriors, and commit treason to bring Thor back?"

At this moment I step out looking at them in shock and confusion. "You plan to end his banishment?" The four exchange nervous glances.

Sif stands to speak, "Yes, but--" "Good." I nod looking at them. The group looks puzzled. Volstagg smiles at me. "So you'll help us?" I sigh, taking off my crown and looking at the beautifully crafted item. "I fear Loki isn't sharing the truth with me. If he had come into the title just to bring war and death then there is no need for me to present myself as your Queen when I can do nothing to stop him." I throw my crown in the air having it mold into the golden staff I use in battle. I run my hand over my shoulders then down to the ground in a rush, changing my attire into my battle amour as well.

Heimdall looks down at me. "I am bound by honor to our King. I cannot open the Bifrost to you." With a hidden smile, Heimdall leaves them alone in the Observatory.

My friends look at each other in confusion. Fandral walks over to me scoffing. "Complicated fellow, isn't he? What do we do now?"

My gaze never moving from the Heimdall's sword stuck into the control panel. "Lookie here." We exchange a grin. I hit the controls, and the Bifrost apparatus fires up.

Amidst the fury of the Bifrost storm, the Warriors Three, Sif, and I drop to the ground in the New Mexico desert. I smile laughing at my new surroundings. "New Mexico. We're in New Mexico! My friends look around at my land!" I say proudly extending my arms. "Quite excited about some sand, huh, Beyla?" I raise my hand letting my bees exit. "You know what to do." I smile at them as they buzz off to the nearest flowers.

"He must have landed nearby. It's time to put our tracking skills to work. Spread out. Check the sand for indentations of his boot prints." I disagree, looking around. "The winds would have blown them away by now." Sif nods looking at me. "This new modern era is her strong suit. Allow Beyla to lead." I look at her shocked. I've never been the lead within the group of these respected Asgardians. "Me?" She bows jokingly. "Of course my Queen."

I scan along the sand seeing a small town down the way. "Let's head this way." Fandral looks at the town in speculation. "It's worth a look, I suppose."

Loki stands with Gungnir, surveying his kingdom, when an Einherjar Guard quickly approaches him, out of breath.

"My liege, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and our Queen have gone missing!" Loki twitches his hands bringing them closed around the scepter. Beyla dear why? He travels down the rainbow bridge in a furry.

Heimdall speaks as Loki approaches. "Tell me, Loki, how did you get the Jotuns into Asgard?"

Loki fights the wide smirk as he replies. "You think the Bifrost is the only way in and out of the Realm? There are secret paths between worlds to which even you with all your gifts are blind. But Beyla and I have need of them any longer, now that I am King. And I say, for your act of treason, you are relieved of your duties as Gatekeeper. And you are no longer a citizen of Asgard."

"Then I need no longer obey you." Heimdall raises his sword towards Loki. He simply reaches out and, with both hands, takes hold of the Casket of Ancient Winters. The blueness creeps from his hands and up to his arms, as Loki opens the Casket towards Heimdall. Ice and snow and darkness come flying straight towards Heimdall. Ice clings to his body, freezing him. Loki smiles at his work and steps past him. "My Beyla, you are going to be proud of me today."

Loki inserts Gungnir into the Observatory's control panel and opens the Bifrost. With a smile gesture, The Destroyer appears before him, a fiery glow rising within. It turns its head toward its King. "Ensure my brother does not return and my Queen is unharmed."

I run through a set of doors and jump onto my friend's arm. "We found you! Oh, my! What are you wearing? This is soft!" I gasp at the material of his wardrobe. Suddenly a shatter of glass tears me to a beautiful woman staring at myself and my friends in shock. I smile at her feeling the connection between her and my brother in law.

"My friends!" Thor happily tugged each of us in his embrace as the three mortals watched from the table. races over and greets his comrades.

"Who are they?" One whispers. Volstagg walks up pronounced. "Lady Beyla, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Surely you've heard tales of Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing, and I, Volstagg the Svelte?" The older male looks pointedly at Volstagg's massive gut. "Well, perhaps I've put on a little more muscle since I was here last."

"That would have been a thousand years ago? Northern Europe?" The woman rings out. I nod excitedly. "Yes! These lots got to go while I sat in my chamber balancing a book on my head!"

"Those lovely herring people. They worshipped us!" Thor grins, lays a hand on Volstagg's shoulder. "My friends, I've never been happier to see anyone. But you should not have come."

"Thor, we're here to take you home," I speak to him. He shakes his head at me smiling sadly. "Beyla, you know I can't. My father is dead because of me. I must remain in exile." I stare at him blankly. "Thor, who told you this?" He looks down at me confused, then glances at my ringed finger. I take a slight step back in revelation. He's lied about everything. Just to what? To be a mighty king? "Thor... your father still lives."

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77marvelimagines · 5 years

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Beneath The Mask

Behind The Mask

Thor Odinson and Female!Reader

Prompt(s): HI! I am absolutely in loooove with your imagines!! I was wondering if you could do one where like the asguardian royal family has always had like a network of people assigned to protect them, and the reader gets assigned thor. so they’ve grown up together and she’s always kept stuff in and her secrets and then one day they’re just kinda hanging and she spills the beans? and ya know he’s like “danngggg. i’m here for you tho” and it’s fluffy? Sorry! I know this is long

Note(s): Hello!! Thank you for your kind words, and for the lovely prompt! <3 I always love writing about Asgard and the royal family. Sorry this got put on backlog for so long- college is a needy, needy child. Also, sorry it got long. I had a lot of fun thinking up their background and relationship. I hope you do enjoy tho! <3

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 1711.

Ever since Thor Odinson had learned to walk, (y/n) had been by his side. Her job hadn’t started until sometime between adolescence and childhood, but it had always been an overshadowing fact nonetheless. She was to be there for him, in every way possible, whether it be mentally, emotionally, or physically. (y/n) was his bodyguard, his protection. Should she fail, even in the slightest, it could mean his demise. And it was made clear, very clear, that that should never happen.

She began training at the equivalence of the age of six. By age ten, two years before Thor’s own training would begin, (much to his jealousy) she was a master with the sword and two other types of weapons. Age fourteen, as masterful as the guards roaming the castle halls. When she and Thor turned eighteen, she was considered stronger than some of Asgard’s strongest warriors.

(y/n) made sure that the fact was known far and wide. No one was to mess with Thor Odinson. Not under her watch.

She was a warrior. An assassin. The trainer to Prince Loki’s own bodyguard, who was the equivalence of four years younger to both herself and Prince Thor. (y/n) was stoic, serious, and respectable. She was knowledgeable, because she had to be, and knew much about health and magic. The practice may have been looked down upon by warriors, as she’d discovered long before Prince Loki had, but she was good at it anyway.

She was good at anything and everything. Because she needed to be.

But beneath all that, the hard shell and the gruff attitude, (y/n) was a kind soul. She was gentle and knew just the right things to say to the right person at the right time. She liked birds and books and learning, liked laughing and having friends. Few knew her soft side, which was how she liked it. She’d grown up playing in the gardens with Thor, and at some point Loki and his own bodyguard, before starting her training for real. Of course she still talked and hung out with him- the two of them were encouraged to rely on each other, to be comfortable with one another, for they’d be stuck together until either her own or his demise (and if she had any say in it, for Asgard’s sake, it would be hers).

But the point still stood that she had emotions, and sometimes it was just so hard to not yell in frustration, or laugh at something that Fandral the Dashing had just blurted out loud right in front of the Allmother. It was hard to be someone she was not, behind her mask, when she worried about the family she barely saw and the education she had (forcibly) given up. And try as she might to hide it, the people who really knew her always could tell when something was plaguing her mind.

Prince Thor happened to be one of those people.

His hand on her shoulder startled her away from the magic book she had splayed over her leg. Thor had less than a second to back away from the knife pointed at his throat.

“Whoa, (y/n)! Easy now,” he laughed, “it’s just me. Didn’t you hear me open your door?” (y/n) shook her head. Her and Thor’s rooms were separated by a single door, which usually creaked due to its age and use. Somehow, between the worrying of her thoughts and the re-read paragraph on the page, she’d neglected to listen. Thor shot her an apologetic smile as he extended a hand.

“Come to the tower roof with me. The stars are bright tonight and I want to see them.”

(y/n) raised an eyebrow, though closed her book anyway. “Since when do you like to look at the stars?”

Thor shrugged. “Sometimes it’s nice to. Come on!” He waved his arm, which was still outstretched. (y/n) took it, skepticism etched into her entire being, but Thor just grinned and dragged her along.

Together, the two of them snuck through the castle to the far north end. There was a tower there, old and abandoned. It was still structurally intact and sound, so there was no need to worry. It once belonged to the old royal magic department, which had since been disbanded. Dusty books and expired ingredients littered the small room at the top of the stairs, making any type of walking through the space difficult. After years of sneaking off, however, (y/n) and Thor wandered expertly through the mess to the window, where they hefted themselves onto the roof.

Thor was right. The stars really were bright. They twinkled without a care in the world, like the Norns had just adorned them to the night sky not even hours ago. The nebulae accented the inky blackness between with landscapes of color, lighting up the sky into something nearly indescribable. (y/n) sighed. She wished she could explore the universe to the cosmos end and back. Alas, she had a duty here, after all.

A nudge to her elbow startled her again. This time, (y/n) refrained from pulling out the knife hidden in her boot. Thor was undisturbed, however, instead gaze patient as he turned and stared at the stars above.

“You’ve been worried about something lately.”

“How would you know?” (y/n) said, knowing full well that Thor knew her like the back of his hand. The prince chuckled as he easily turned to sit, arms folded over his knees.

“Where do I start? With the targets you missed during archery practice today or the fact that Tiki almost won your sparring match?”

“He did no such thing!” (y/n) scoffed. She pointedly ignored the warm creep of blush on her neck. “I was distracted by the commotion that the stable hands were creating, that’s all. Tiki is getting better though. Loki has a good bodyguard.”

“Aye, though I’ve seen you fight and win battles in less time in the feast hall of all places, and you know how loud and rowdy it is in there.” Thor finally turned to level her with a pinning gaze. He looked like the cat who caught the mouse. “It’d do both you and I well if you’d spill.”

(y/n) pressed her lips together and sighed through her nose. She crouched down to sit beside her prince and, with fists clenched, finally began to pick through her baggage.

“I wanted to laugh so badly when Fandral said that to your mother. He was mortified and she looked ready to strangle some sense into him. Thor, I’m just.. so tired of hiding my emotions. My instructors always told me that I couldn’t have weaknesses, couldn’t be flawed, because it meant that something bad could happen to you. And I get that, I do! But…” She scowled and turned her gaze down to the training yards. “Do you know how much I would give to go to school like my younger sister?”

“Atla?” Thor asked, surprised. “How is she doing?”

“Well, though she’s trying to skip her classes. Skipping class, Thor! I don’t even have classes to skip, and I’d die for the opportunity! I… I’ve been this role for so long. Sometimes I’m afraid I don’t even know myself as a person because I don’t think I’ve had the chance to grow. I mean… do I even like fighting?”

Thor chuckled as he recalled a few memories from their younger days. (y/n) had always beat him in wrestling matches. The only reason she was never yelled at for it was because it was supposed to be her job, though she used to boast take pride in her victories. She didn’t anymore.

(y/n) continued on, oblivious to Thor’s silence. “I’ve been fighting all my life, Thor, I mean seriously, do I even enjoy it? What about education? I loved classes, I loved learning, and now I don’t even have that as an option anymore! Everything I know now is self-taught. My training took priority over everything past basics. I don’t even know anybody outside the royal family anymore. Do I even have friends?”

“You have me,” Thor offered. He sounded hopeful, his shoulder pushed gently up against hers. (y/n) suppressed a grin.

“I know, Thor. I… I’m just worried about myself, is all.”

The prince hummed as he considered her words. He scooted closer a moment later, his arm wrapped firmly around (y/n)’s shoulders. Her breath was soft in his ear, the pulse of her heartbeat steady. Just like her, Thor thought. In all his life, he’d never known her to hesitate.

“Perhaps I can ask Father for some time between my next few adventures. We can spend some time with your family, maybe Loki and Tiki will take you to the library. You’re a very strong person, (y/n), in head and spirit. I shouldn’t be rushing headlong into things without thinking of you first. It’d be nice to take some time and actually rest in a bed instead of dirt, too.”

They both laughed at the memory of their last trip. For days (y/n) had slept on dirt, since in his haste Thor hadn’t packed his sleeping roll. She’d made him take hers, despite his complaints, and in the end they played hot potato with who slept on it. The Warriors Three and Sif started making bets on who would get the sleeping roll on what night. Volstagg won most of them.

Thor looked over and took pride in that he’d been the first to make his kindred-sister smile for the first time all day. Not even Tiki and his dumb jokes could crack her shell. The stars overhead caught his attention again, causing him to tear his gaze away before (y/n) could catch him. She probably already had though, since she was good like that. He squeezed her shoulders tight and laid their heads together.

“Besides,” he said, “beneath that mask of yours, you always have me right beside you. We’ll figure this out, (y/n).”

It took a moment, but (y/n) eventually replied. “I know, Thor.” Despite the doubts that crowded her thoughts, she knew that like an absolute certainty.

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Ok, as promised, I will not say it’s bad because I don’t think it’s bad per say, it just doesn’t seem right and I can’t place my finger exactly on what seems wrong. But also, I really really need suggestions on how to finish it because I don’t feel like writing a wedding and smut seems out of place in this story (it’s kinda child er ish friendly). So yea, if you have any ideas or suggestions, totally message me, I appreciate it! The people @ladytaissa @xordinaryxwomanx @megasimpleplan4ever @stace1394 @thebookisbtr @lucifer-the-cuddler @xdebora @hannah-caitlynn @graysonmalfoy @falltoashes @solsticestorm @bingewatchingmylifegoby @elenoranave @incadinkadoo @melanin—senpai @juuliiaa05 @sigridlaufeyson @ihaveanobsessenproblem @oneweirdfangirl @kristenscamander @pabegay1

Before too long, you found your feet had carried you to the familiar training rooms. They were deserted at this time of night and for that you were grateful.

You scowled at your beautiful dress, hindering you from truly practicing but through your flustered emotions, you didn't care. Anger, confusion, jealousy, despair, so many emotions welled up within you and you grabbed a wooden practice sword and began wailing upon the nearest dummy. You settled into your usual practice form, striking, thrusting, slashing, desperate to hack away your emotions as tears welled in your eyes. Whispers of sobs rose in your throat, threatening to spill over, yet still you forced them back, striking at the dummies for all you were worth.

The sword splintered in your hand, flying away into the shadows of the room and you collapsed to your knees, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself, desperate for something, anything, though what it was you struggled to name.

As you knelt there, self pity rising like flood waters, threatening to overwhelm you, soft footsteps echoed down the nearby corridor. You recognized them as Frigga's, slowly hanging your head in shame as you considered your dirtied dress; the floor you knelt on marring its perfection.

“My queen,” you whispered, voice trembling, “I cannot do this, I cannot be your emissary, I can't watch Loki be married off, not like this, to some half life where he is forced to play a part he can never want and to see the love of my life so distraught.” You scrunched your eyes shut as tight as you could, hating yourself for confessing this. “I will return to Pithe, I will find my job as an apothecary once more and try to forget this ever happened. Perhaps, in time, Loki will forget me as well, for the good of the kingdom.”

A soft hand touched your shoulder, delicately holding you together. Maternal and warm, a feeling you had long forgotten after being an orphan for so long. “Is that what you truly wish?” Frigga's soft voice broke the stillness of the training room.

You held your torso tighter, squeezing your arms around yourself as hard as you could. Shaking your head, you replied, “Not at all, but if that's how it must be, then I accept it. I can't do this, I'm breaking apart.”

“Oh child.” Frigga knelt down, wrapping her arms around you and hugging you tightly.

You sank into her touch, eyes opening as tears rolled down your cheeks. The haze of drunkeness still wavered over your vision but the pain of the emotions forced you into sobriety.

“You know, tonight, I quite think it was safe to say you were a princess.”

Smiling weakly, you looked at her, wiping the tears away, “I felt like one, for a bit,” you sniffed, trying to stop the tears, “you made me look so pretty.” Your gaze fell to your dress, dirtied by the floor and you sighed, “and now I've messed up the dress as well, and I'm sure my hair looks dreadful.”

Frigga chuckled, smiling at you. “I think by all definitions, you should have been.”

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

“Well, the only way to be a princess is to marry a prince, correct? Perhaps if you marry Loki.” Frigga trailed off.

You looked down sadly, “But the treaty, to strengthen the bonds Asgard has with her allies.”

“Treaty be damned.” Loki's growl cut through the air and you turned in surprise to see him a short distance away. Frigga merely raised her eyebrow at him. Picking at his hand, Loki glanced away, “Sif sent for you, so I followed. That matters not though, I won't have some other poor wretch be a pawn like me, none of those women, drab as they may be, deserve such a life.”

“You're not a pawn.” Frigga began softly.

“Am I not?” Loki retorted, anger evident in his tone, held back only for the love of his mother. “I would be married off like one, what evidence do I have to believe to the contrary? The number of times Odin has told me as such has made it quite clear he only sees me as a pawn.”

Frigga sighed heavily, slowly standing up and offering her hand to you, pulling you to your feet. “You're right.” She answered simply. “I can't do that. You are my son and we will deal with your father's ire when he awakens. For now, I think it is clear you have chosen your princess, but you will face the consequences in time. If you are to choose personal happiness over the realm.”

Your brow furrowed as you looked to Loki and back to Frigga, “But the realm,” you started weakly. “Surely that matters.”

“I would watch it burn.” Loki interrupted, eyes flashing as he looked at you.

“And if you are ever to rule, you must have peace in your heart, so you must find happiness. I will allow it, for a fire that is not tend to properly will destroy the land, let the flames of your love be fueled in the right direction and use your intelligence from your lessons that you will no longer skive to succeed.”

“I'm sorry mother.” Loki muttered, looking abashed.

“Good. Will you promise to behave?” Frigga asked him, looking at Loki pointedly.

“I will want for nothing, if I could just have her.” Loki turned to you, offering his hand, “if you are willing, that is.”

A smile cracked along your face as you tearfully sobbed, gasping out, “Yes.” You accepted his outstretched hand and he pulled you to his side, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

Loki pressed his forehead to yours, allowing your breaths to mingle as he tentatively reached down and kissed you. It was soft and delicate, your lips barely brushing against his, but the action spoke volumes and you smiled, kissing him back. The two of you pressed hesitant kisses to each other, over and over, pulling away and meeting again and again like the tide kissing the shore.

“Very well, you two.” Frigga interrupted you.

You moved to pull away but Loki held you close, his arm wrapped protectively at your waist, holding you to his side. Allowing yourself to sink into the moment, you rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist and smiled.

Frigga led the two of you back to the hall, the two of you hand in hand, smiling as you walked. The crowd parted instantly for the queen, interested looks and whispers passing through the crowd as you walked past the many women. They noted your hand gripped tightly by Loki and the whispers crescendoed. Looks of disapproval passed through the crowd, only the women who had personally interacted with Loki seemed relieved.

Ages seemed to pass before you found yourself standing at the head table. Thor watched curiously from his seat, Sif raising her eyebrow at you and mouthing an apology for summoning the queen. You flashed a quick smile at her, trying to assure her all was well.

“Friends, countrymen, allies, dear guests,” Frigga began, her voice strong and loud. The room instantly hushed, straining to listen to her every word. “As you all know, the purpose of this ball was for my son to find a bride, to be married for the good of the realm. I believe the good of the realm is also the good of his personal wellbeing. So with that, Loki?”

Loki stepped forward, breathing in deeply, a grin spreading across his face. “I have found my wife, I am pleased to say.” The many gathered turned expectantly, casting nervous looks amongst each other. “My wife shall be this beautiful woman, the emissary to my mother.” He held up your hand and you tried to smile but worry gnawed at you.

Audible gasps filled the halls, mutterings of disapproval arising from various corners. Your stomach knotted, realizing the insult many of the realms might find with this. And yet, even if Loki had married one of the presented princesses, the other kingdoms would be displeased. Only one person would be happy this night, and that would've been the king of whichever realm was to marry the Asgardian prince. Surely it was fair that Loki would be the one to find happiness.

Auswíe stepped forward suddenly, the crowd parting quickly around her. She shot a look of disdain at the many princesses casting her looks of distrust. “Congratulations to the both of you.” She said warmly, “you both deserve a long and happy life together and may you be graced with many children. Know that when I succeed my father, Asgard will always have an ally with me, for you have shown me kindness and hospitality regardless of your decision on my hand in marriage and for that, I am grateful.”

“Thank you, Princess Auswíe.” Loki murmured, stepping forward and clasping her hands, “Asgard is fortunate to have you as her ally.”

Thor stood up suddenly, clapping vigorously. “Cheers to my brother!” He roared, “A finer woman for him could not have been found. Surely this is strengthening to Asgard as well, that love might conquer such war strewn land, and that a prince could marry a commoner. Asgard will celebrate and flourish this day.”

Polite applause filled the air, the princesses that had personally met Loki's ill temper clapping the loudest of all, even managing a few uncharacteristic cheers.

Loki squeezed your hand, turning his head slightly to whisper in your ear, “Besides, as you well know, with my bastard status, perhaps marrying into a true Asgardian is the real success here. Can you imagine the scandal that would have come when the married princess discovered my true birth?”

Frigga appeared to have heard, turning and smiling at the pair of you, inclining her head slightly.

You smiled, reaching up and cupping his cheek. “A part of you that I am well aware of, and will gladly celebrate. I love you, all of you, my princess.”

“My fiance.” Loki corrected with a cheeky smile. “And to you, my princess.” He moved both his hands up to cup your face, pulling you towards him for a deep and passionate kiss. Thor whistled loudly and you were vaguely aware of Sif elbowing him.

When the two of you parted, pulling away for breath, you turned as saw Thor tossing his arm around Sif's shoulder. Sif smiled, reaching up to Thor and pulling him down for a kiss.

Loki burst out laughing before clapping loudly at his brother.

Thor and Sif quickly parted, faces both bright red,.

“It seems I've had a bit to drink.” Sif muttered.

“My future husband is the god of lies, Sif, not you. I wouldn't attempt to get away with such a blatant one if I were you.” You grinned at her.

Loki laughed, wrapping his arm around you again. “Congratulations, brother.”

“And to you, brother.”

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The sound of horses’ hooves clopping along the ground, the slow gentle creaking of the wagon laden with gifts and supplies, and the occasional murmured conversation among soldiers was the only break in the still silent air of the early morning.

You rode in the far back, hunched over your horse in silence. It was early when the party left, not even the sun had risen. You still had not reached Pithe, not that there would be a celebration waiting you. This was no war party, after all. Another young guard rode beside you, absently, you searched for his name. Henrik, yes Henrik. Perhaps conversation with Henrik would ease the monotony of the trip to the Bifrost, or at least quell the unease that Loki’s presence stirred within you. - - Loki slouched in his saddle, forcibly resisting the urge to glance back at you constantly. He didn’t like the idea of you going to Jotunheim, leaving the palace, and being so close to danger. Even if you were no longer speaking with him, and probably didn’t even see him as a friend, he still felt dangerously protective of you. Thor kept casting sideways glances at Loki, trying to figure out how to breach his brother’s quiet mood. “The guard from the border town is here.” Thor broke the silence finally. “She’s that apothecary that saved Volstagg’s life, yes?” Loki nodded, “It was her anti-venom, yes.” Thor glanced back at you, turning in his saddle. Loki scowled, and slumped deeper in his seat, wishing Thor wasn’t being so obvious. “You two used to spend more time together, didn’t you?” Thor pried again. Loki grit his teeth, “We did.” Thor’s brow furrowed and he frowned. “And you stopped because?” He prompted. Finally Loki snapped, “Let’s just play the silent game, hmm? Like we used to when we were little? You can start.” He kicked his horse, urging into a faster pace, “Let’s get this caravan moving!” He roared loud enough for everyone to hear. “We’re making horrible time.” Loki moved his horse over to the side and came to a stop, glaring everyone past him, encouraging them to speed up. You looked pointedly ahead as you rode past. Finally, Loki turned his horse back to a trot and returned to the front beside Thor. “There, this pace should have us in Pithe by early morning. We’ll be in Jotunheim by noon.” Thor stayed quiet, simply studying Loki for a moment. Then he glanced back, noting Sif a meter or so behind him. “Lady Sif!” He called. Sif perked up, “Yes?” “Take point.” Sif raised an eyebrow but didn’t object. “What are you doing?” Loki hissed. “Getting to the bottom of this.” Thor turned his horse back, leaving Loki and Sif to lead. He stopped his horse, mimicking Loki’s prior encouragement to the company to continue past him, waiting for your arrival from the rear. - You noticed Thor unmoving on his horse, a couple dozen meters ahead of you. Frowning, you waited for your own horse to reach him. He quickly fell in stride beside you, never once looking away. “My prince,” You bowed your head in respect, “What do I owe the pleasure?” “My brother.” Thor replied. You frowned, and your eyes darkened, “Yes? What of the prince? Your grace.” Thor could see this was a dangerous topic to broach, so he changed tactics. “You are Lady Sif’s cousin?” You nodded, “I am.” The prince hesitated, “You used to be quite close.” “Used to be, my lord, but yes.” “Would you put in a good word for me with her?” Thor looked at you so earnestly that you couldn’t help laughing. You quickly hid it with a coughing fit though. “What do you mean, my lord?” “I fear she doesn’t care for me all that much.” “She is one of your closest companions, my lord, if I may be so bold as to note. I think she likes you plenty.” Thor sighed, flopping his hands by his side. “Well yes, there’s that. But not just that.” He sighed heavily again and trailed off. You couldn’t help snickering, the prince confiding in you over such normal woes. “I’m afraid we don’t speak as much as we used to, your grace, otherwise I’d be glad to help you.” Thor chuckled, and his laughter was warm. You couldn’t prevent your smile the cracked free. It had been so long, and the sensation was so foreign. “I think she misses your friendship also, if I may be so bold.” Thor repeated your phrase, pleased to see you smiling. You sighed, “Yes, well I fear that ship has sailed, your grace, I’m not sure she wishes to repair that any longer.” “You’d be surprised.” Thor winked. You raised your eyebrow in amusement. “And this expedition will be at least a fortnight long, perhaps you will find time to repair what has been broken.” Thor continued. “Stranger things have happened after all.” “That is true.” “And I can’t be blamed if the two of you have to share watch duties most nights.” You rolled your eyes. It was strange how easy Thor was to speak to, he had none of the intimidating factors that Loki had. Though it made you miss Loki’s presence all the more. The conversations that you had with Loki, even if he intimidated you from time to time, were so interesting; none of the other guards or denizens of the palace could capture your attention like the younger prince. And the emotions that stirred within you whenever Loki was around… You pushed the thoughts away. Then Thor was speaking again, “So what of you and,” You interrupted him and hastily offered “Nox? I haven’t seen my friend in a while now. I’m looking forward to when we’ll see him at the Bifrost.” “Err, no, I was going to ask about Loki.” You closed your eyes, “Oh, yes, your brother.” Reopening your eyes, you forced a smile, “Yes, what of him? My lord.” Thor hesitated, finally noticing your reluctance to talk about him. The two of you rode in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, Thor looking for a way to word his query, you looking for a respectable way to make him leave. After finally seeming to accept that you did not wish to discuss Loki, Thor left you to your silent position in the rear. The elder prince returned to the front, relieving Sif of her lead, and resumed pace with Loki. Loki’s angry glare followed Thor the entire way. Once Thor was beside Loki, the younger brother asked in a snarling whisper, “Why were you talking to (Y/n)-that guard,” he quickly corrected, “the rear guard, why were you talking to her?” Thor raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Loki’s vitriol was coming from. “That is lady Sif’s cousin, the Einharjar from Pithe.” Loki nodded stiffly, trying to mask his curiosity, but still seething. “Yes, what of it?” Thor shrugged, facing ahead, “they don’t speak much, I think they should be given the chance to repair this.” “Why not send Sif back to ask then?” Thor shrugged again, “I wished to speak to her myself. What of it, I may do as I please, just as you.” Loki frowned, though inclined his head shortly, “of course.” Suddenly jealousy welled up in Loki. What if you and Thor were close? Had he perhaps overlooked that somehow? That perhaps you had feelings for Thor, and all that jargon about nothing coming from royal families was simply to push Loki away. You wanted to be with Thor, and you were just making excuses for Loki. Loki shot an angry and suspicious look at his brother. Thor stared obliviously ahead, focused on the task at hand. Finally Loki resigned the fact that he was being silly. There was too much truth to your words. Even if you potentially liked Thor and not him, it would still end for the same reasons. He still silently tried to think of a way to make it work in his favor. There would be no allowing that golden oaf to win your heart. Loki sighed inwardly again, Thor wasn’t a complete oaf, or any oaf really. It was sheer truth that he lacked the cunning Loki had, but Thor was by no means unintelligent. He could still resent his brother for having everything he wanted though. - - It was a short trip through Pithe, no tolling bells welcomed you, as this was no war party. A few curious villagers came out to greet the caravan and wish everyone well, but no gifts were given. Then once more you were away from Pithe and onto the Bifrost. The party slowly crossed the rainbow bridge, high above the crashing waters. Everyone dismounted once you reached the observatory; the horses were allowed an hour’s rest, along with their riders who were sore from the long trek there. Heimdall spoke to the two princes and their companions up front while you lingered with the other guards near the door. “Name?” You turned around at the sound of Nox’s voice. “Nox! Hey!” You beamed at your friend. He gripped you in a tight hug, “what are you doing here?” Nox asked as he pulled away. “A trade mission to Jotunheim with the princes.” You nodded at the caravan of supplies. “Or rather, a peacemaking trip.” Nox frowned, "Jotunheim? That is where the frost giants are, the beasts that killed our families, destroyed our homes, not to mention all the others they’ve slaughtered and destroyed. Those monsters.” You nodded silently, there wasn’t much denying their crimes. “Bunch of wretched vermin, should put them down like the scum they are.” One of the guards, who you recognized as Henrik from your caravan, cut in as he passed beside you and Nox speaking, “every last one of them.” He nodded again knowingly. “Oi, Henrik, come here!” One of the other guards called Henrik over. “Monsters they all are, if we don’t kill them all first, they’ll kill us.” Henrik added before leaving you and Nox. “He’s right, you know.” Nox muttered. “Also they’re dangerous, do you have to go? Aren’t you supposed to be the queen’s personal guard?” You sighed, “I go where she wants me. She wants me on Jotunheim, so that’s where I’ll be.” “Yes, but it’s Jotunheim,” Nox emphasized heavily, “the frost giants, they’ll eat a person alive. Why are we even trying to make peace with them?” “Company!” Thor’s voice bellowed across the observatory. “Remount!” “Guess I’m going.” You offered Nox a smile, “Don’t worry,” you added as you mounted your horse, “I’ll be fine.” “Promise?” You reached down and squeezed Nox’s shoulder, “Promise.” “You won’t let any of those beasts touch you, right?” You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be fine Nox.” As you moved away from Nox, you saw Loki moving slowly back to his own horse by Thor. He seemed sadder than he had all day and you couldn’t be sure why. When everyone was mounted and in position to cross over, Loki looked back at you. For a brief moment, the two of you made eye contact and you were able to sense an infinite sadness in his eyes. It seemed different than the emotions he had showed when you began avoiding him, something deeper than that. You felt a pang of sympathy in your heart, wondering just what could cause that painful sorrow in his eyes. But then the portal was opening and you were rushing forward, across all the realms, flying through the air, only to stop just as suddenly. Instantly coldness swept over you, the biting chill of the air sinking into your cloak and armored clothing. You and the other guards let out involuntary shivers as another gust of wind cut through you. The Bifrost couldn’t be opened in very many places on Jotunheim, the fragile still fire declared between Asgard and Jotunheim prevented it. So there would be several day’s travel to reach the chieftain’s tribe’s lands. A thought you did not look eagerly towards.

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