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hrefna-the-raven · 5 months

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Tome of fate - Vol. 2

Masterlist - Loki masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 6 - Bonus chapter

Words: 1630

Warnings: angst, forced kiss

Chapter 5

Loki drew his sword, eyes boring into Odr, his mind calculating every move, waiting patiently for his opponent to make the first strike. The tension in the air was unbearable, as if the very elements held their breath, eager to witness the clash of these two warriors.

Without warning, Odr charged at the Jotun prince, his sword raised high. Loki's reflexes kicked in, skillfully parrying the attack with his own sword. The clash of steel rang through the air, a testament to the intensity of the duel. However, Loki did not counter, instead choosing to create distance between himself and his adversary. The onlookers watched in awe as the tall Jotun prince danced around the much smaller Odr, his movements fluid and graceful. It was evident that Loki possessed a natural talent for combat, but there was this secret, the one he only shared with you, that he despised fighting and would prefer to rather rely on his seidr, which he was forbidden to use for this duel and it worried you deeply.

As the fight raged on, Loki's mind raced. How could he defeat Odr without relying on his most potent skill? The answer eluded him for now, but he remained resolute, determined to prove his worth without resorting to unfair advantages and put that insulant little Vanir in his place. Odr's frustration grew with every unsuccessful strike against Loki. His face contorted with anger and his attacks became more reckless, fueled by his pride. He had the Jotun exactly where he wanted him, all he needed was one little cut, but that tall monster was impossibly fast. Sensing his opponent's vulnerability, Loki seized the opportunity, expertly dodging and evading Odr's furious onslaught. A deep disgust rose within the Vanir prince, his mind unable to comprehend how a graceful beauty like you could possibly choose someone like Loki as husband. He wasn't even able to properly fight during this duel, only evading, like the coward he deemed him to be.

With each passing moment, the crowd held their breath, captivated by the unfolding battle. Loki's strategy of defense and evasion seemed unorthodox for a frost giant, but its effectiveness was undeniable. The fight had become a contest of wills, as Loki toyed with Odr, exploiting his impatience and arrogance. For what seemed like an eternity, the duel continued, with neither warrior willing to back down. But in the final moments, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Odr, blinded by his growing rage, made a critical mistake, leaving himself vulnerable for a split second. Sensing the opportunity, Loki struck with lightning speed, disarming Odr and leaving him defenseless. In that moment, time stood still. The crowd gasped in shock, unable to comprehend the sudden twist of fate. Loki had won by outsmarting the Vanir prince, relying solely on his skill and patience.

As the realisation settled in, Loki sheathed his sword, a sly smile playing on his lips as he turned to you. But Odr was far from being humbled by his defeat, he grabbed his sword and charged again at the Jotun prince who had his back turned, not realising what was happening, and plunged the blade into Loki's side. Loki screamed, falling to his knees as Odr took the blade out, leaning towards the Jotun's ear.

"You will not get to enjoy the marriage you stole from me, you monster!", Odr spat.

It all happened so fast, you were barely able to register it. One moment, your beloved have won, the next there was a blade cutting through his side. A scream left your lips, body trembling and fear cursing through you as you fought your way off the spectator stand, followed by your brother. King Laufey looked equally shocked, crimson eyes full of sorrow fixed on his son for a moment before he regained his composure and shouted for his guards to come forth. You hurried towards the prince, your hands cupping his cheek in a comforting manner. Loki watched the terror in your eyes, your mouth was moving but your voice was drowned out by the deafening ringing in his ears, the sharp pain from his side was paralising his body and despite fighting it, he could feel his consciousness slipping away, his surroundings slowly fading to black as his body slumped in the ground. Thor tackled the Vanir prince to the ground just moments before the Jotun guards arrived, knocking him unconscious. As the guards dragged Odr away, your brother's eyes darted to Loki's limp figure. Without hesitation, he rushed to his side, peeling away the blood-stained armour to reveal a grievous wound. The sight sent a chill down Thor's spine, for the blood was turning a sickly shade of dark and black veins began to snake their way from the wound, spreading like a venomous spider's web.

"He was poisoned!", Thor shouted, "we need a healer or he will die!"

King Laufey rushed towards his son, sweeping him up into his arms and carrying him towards the palace. The Vanir King followed closely behind, clutching to his son's sword, offering his assistance in rectifying the havoc caused by Odr and silently praying to avoid the escalation into a war against Jotunheim and Asgard.

"Please let one of our healers assist. The poison could be from Vanaheim, let us help", the Vanir King pleaded.

Laufey nodded reluctantly as they entered the chamber of the royal healer. Carefully placing his son on the bed, Laufey summoned the main healer, Sómr, who rushed over to the prince. Sómr wasted no time in casting spells to contain the poison and instructed others to examine its nature. Shortly after, a jittery Vanir healer entered the room, carrying Odr's sword and engaged in a nervous conversation with the Jotun healers. Sómr's expression turned grave as he attentively listened to the Vanir healer. In an instant, he ordered everyone to leave the room, promising Laufey that he would inform him if there were any changes in his son's condition.

Hours turned into eternity as the healers fought against the poison coursing through Loki's veins. The battle raged within the prince's body, his life teetering on the edge between existence and the abyss. It was a race against time, with death looming ever closer.

After being thrown out of the healer's chamber, your feet carried you down to the dungeons, halting in front of the cell Odr was contained in.

"Princess", his irritating voice echoed through the dungeon, "already missing me?"

The sight of his bruised face behind the bars should have been satisfying, but it was overshadowed by his arrogant smile.

"What have you poisoned him with?", you demanded.

"Tsk tsk, princess", he chuckled, "don't tell me you're still concerned for this monster. After all that happened, after all I did, you should be worried about me, your humble saviour."

Suddenly, Odr rose from his chair and began pacing towards you. He mockingly bowed before leaping at the bars, his fingers tightening around your neck, pulling you closer to him.

"You're no saviour!", you clenched your jaw tightly.

Odr pressed his lips against yours, and as his tongue invaded your mouth, your seidr enveloped his figure, hurling him forcefully into the wall, where you kept him sprawled against the frigid stone.

"You're conceited, repulsive and delusional to believe that I would ever desire you, especially after the despicable actions you've committed today!", you screamed.

His only response was another chuckle, his arrogance angering you beyond what you thought you could take. There was no way you'd get an honest reply out of him, not by any normal means. With a snip of your fingers, Odr's body flew towards you, clashing onto the bars. He whinced in pain, but you couldn't care less, so your other hand touched his temple, emerald mist seeping through his skin as you delved into his mind searching for the answers you needed to safe Loki's life.

Within the labyrinth of Odr's thoughts, memories danced like shadows, elusive and cryptic. You navigated through the maze, guided only by your intuition and the whispers of seidr. The truth was buried deep within the recesses of his mind, obscured by layers of deception and illusion. As you unraveled the web of his thoughts, snippets of his past emerged. Fragments of forgotten secrets and hidden desires revealed themselves to you. But the answers you sought remained elusive, dancing just out of reach. Time seemed to stretch, and the battle within Odr's mind felt endless. Each surge of power threatened to consume you, but you remained steadfast, driven by a thirst for truth that could not be quenched. And then, just as you were on the verge of surrender, a glimmer of insight pierced the darkness. A revelation so profound that it sent shivers down your spine. The truth unveiled itself, but it was not what you expected.

With a jolt, you snapped back to reality, your hand falling away from Odr's temple. The misty green energy dissipated, leaving a lingering sense of unease in the air. Odr stared at you, his eyes wide with both fear and curiosity. But you said nothing, instead you turned around and ran towards the healer's chamber. Bursting through the door, you witnessed the Vanir healer approaching Loki, holding a vial in hand. Reacting swiftly, you cast a potent spell that forcefully propelled him backward, causing the bottle to shatter upon hitting the floor, with its contents slowly dissipating into thin air. Startled by the commotion, one of Laufey's guards rushed to the scene and aimed his spear at you, ensuring you remained in place, while the other guard hurried off to inform the king.

"Summon the Allfather and the Vanir king as well", you shouted after guard, "they'll all want to hear this."

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ladylovesloki · 1 year

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Something Real: Chapter Nine

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Someone threatens to ruin Loki’s new life.

A/N: Some angst comin…I’m sorry..

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Loki was shopping in the local market, the children were in school and he just dropped y/n off at work and had the whole day to himself. He decided to go walk around New Asgard, stop at the market and buy a few things for the needs of the house…maybe some sweets for the children.

He was feeling so happy. He had never felt so content in his long life, he was so in love with you and being around his children made him feel emotions he thought he would never feel. Being able to watch Narfi and Vali grow and have a hand in the men they will become brings him so much joy and pride. Loving you and being loved by you was the best feeling in all of the realms. He even enjoyed having Thor come by for visits from time to time, he saw how much his family loved him and Loki appreciated that Thor was there when he could not be.

Loki was currently looking at some fresh produce when someone interrupted his thoughts.

“Hello Prince Loki!”

He turns his head to look at who greeted him, she looked familiar but he couldn’t put a name to the face.

“Hello…”, trying to put a name on the face in front of him.

She smiles, “you don’t remember me do you?”

“Ehehe..I’m sorry…no..”, Loki laughs and rubs the back of his neck, he was usually so good with names.

“Maza?…I was your waitress a few nights ago…you and Lady Y/n came by for dinner.”, she reminds him.

“Ah yes..Maza..how are you?”

“I’m well…I was wondering…you don’t remember anything from Asgard? Before we all came here?”

He looks at the girl puzzled, “no..it’s a bit more complicated than memory loss I’m afraid..”, he didn’t want to tell her the truth of it. What does this girl want really?

“Hmm..so you don’t remember….”, she continues and then looks down bashfully.

“Remember what?” Loki asks concerned.

“Us?..”

Loki’s entire body seizes in shock, “I beg your pardon?”

“My Prince, you and I were…involved…secretly of course…you didn’t want the Lady y/n to find out and you were still disguised as the Allfather..”

“Lies!”, Loki sounded confident in his accusation but internally he was panicking. He couldn’t detect a lie from her, it all felt like truth spilling from her mouth.

“No My Prince, you told me then that you were growing bored of her. You wanted to send her back to Midgard but then Prince Thor returned to Asgard before you had the chance…and then… Ragnarok….”

Loki’s head was spinning. He needed to get away from this girl.

“No..you’re lying. Stay away from me. Stay away from my family or I will have you removed from New Asgard.”

He walks away from Maza, creating a portal straight home not even buying anything at the market like he had intended to.

He walks in the house and slams the door.

“Fuck!”

This can’t be true, she has to be lying. But why couldn’t he sense the lie?! There was no way he would betray y/n so, he loved her…more and more every day, why would he do something like this? Did his other variant really become bored of her in Asgard? Did he grow tired of being monogamous? He could envision himself being drunk with power and wanting more..he always craved more..nothing was ever enough.

Should he tell y/n?

No. No there’s no need to make her concerned about this, Loki already knew about your issues with insecurity and he does his best to make sure you feel special and wanted every single day.

Loki sits in the living room stewing, he was angry with his variant, how could he do that to you? The mother of his children, a woman with the most kind forgiving heart he has ever met.

He was so lost in thought he doesn’t realize how much time has passed or hear the front door open. He jumps slightly when he feels someone touch his shoulder, he whips his head around quickly to see who was intruding on him.

“Hey…you ok?”, you ask, Loki was clearly distracted by something if you were able to sneak up on him.

“Hey…yes..yes..I’m fine..I missed you…”, Loki jumped up from the couch and brought you into a tight hug.

“You sure?” You ask him concerned, you love the affection but you were still concerned, he looked so troubled when you walked in.

“Yes darling…I don’t like being in an empty home, I hate being away from you.”

He smiles softly at you but you can tell he‘s holding something back, he leans down and kisses you but keeps it short. You didn’t want to push it, hopefully he tells you what’s wrong when he’s ready.

“How was shopping?”, you ask trying to see if maybe something happened while he was out.

He immediately releases you and walks over to the kitchen, secretly conjuring some fresh produce and other things in the cabinets and refrigerator, “it went well…did you want to go collect the children soon?”

“Uhh yea..we have about 15 minutes before they get out of school, did you want to walk or portal?”

“Portal”, he answers so quickly your suspicion raises even higher.

You squint your eyes at him, “ok…let me change out of my scrubs and we can go.” Loki nods and sits back down in the living room, this time in the chair by the window.

You look at him for a moment and then go to your room to change, you softly close the door.

What happened to him? He seems so upset and you have a feeling he is keeping something from you. You push your feelings aside and get changed so you can go pick up the kids. Maybe seeing them will left Loki’s spirits some.

You step out of your bedroom and see Loki staring out of the window, seemingly lost in thought again.“Ready to go?”, you ask him softly, you didn’t want to startle him again.

He looks over to you, “yes.”, he stands and walks over to you and he pulls you into a strong embrace again.

You press your cheek against his and whisper, “Loki..what’s wrong my love?”

He pulls away from you slightly and looks down at you for a moment, you think that he’s going to tell you something but he collects himself. “Nothing my heart, I am anxious to collect the children and spend time with my family.”

You look up at him, “ok..but you know you can tell me anything right? If there is something that is bothering you or something you wanted to talk about, I’m here..”

He gives you another soft smile but all you see is a sadness in his eyes, “I know darling, thank you. I love you…so much.”

You feel a pang of worry, “I love you too Loki.”

He removes himself from you but keeps hold of your hand, he creates a portal directly to the school and you both step through. The bell rings as you arrive and soon the kids start piling out of the school. You see Narfi and Vali, Vali looked excited to see them but Narfi looked a little forlorn. His head downcast as he is walking beside his brother towards you both.

“Hey buddy, you ok?”, you ask.

Narfi just nods.

You look over at Vali to see if he could give you some kind of clue about why Narfi was in this mood but he just shrugs. You look over to Loki and he looks just as upset as Narfi so you knew he was going to be little help with the situation.

You comb your fingers through Narfi’s black hair, “ok guys, lets go home.”

You wait for Loki to create a portal but it never comes, you look over at him confused and you see him staring in the direction of the crowd of kids meeting their parents. You couldn’t tell if he was looking at something or someone specific but you were very concerned about his behavior since you got home from work. You reach over and grab his hand and again he jumps like you startled him out of a deep thought.

“Hey…ready to go?”, you ask him trying to snap him out of it.

“..Sorry..yes..let’s get home…”, Loki rips his gaze from whatever he was staring at.

You look over at the kids to see if they notice their dad acting strange and you see Narfi staring at Loki.The portal opens to your home and you all step through, Narfi doesn’t wait for anyone else he, just departs from the group and goes inside.

“Maybe I should go talk to him.”, you volunteer.

Loki shakes his head a little, “no, I will speak with him..Vali..do you know if anything happened to your brother at school today?”

He shakes his head, “no he was ok for most of the day..he seemed a little sad after lunch..He wouldn’t say anything to me about it..”.

“Ok..why don’t you go and start your homework.” , you tell him.

He nods and runs inside, you turn to Loki, “did you want me to come with you to talk to him?”

He shakes his head again, “no..I will go speak to him now.” He doesn’t say anything else, he just walks away from you to go inside to his son. You go inside and walk over to Vali and give him a kiss on the head before you walk to the kitchen to get dinner started.

Loki knocks on Narfi’s bedroom door, “Narfi? May I come in?”

He hears a quite yes from the other side of the door and walks in, he slowly closes the door making as little sound as possible. He looks over to Narfi’s bed and sees him sitting in the middle of it with his knees up to his chin, his arms wrapped around his legs and his face looking down.

“Hey..are you alright son? Did something happen at school?”

He doesn’t verbally respond he just shakes his head.

“Come now Narfi, something is wrong..if you talk about it maybe you will feel better.”

He knows he should be taking his own advice, he should’ve told you about Maza but he was so afraid about what your reaction would be. He didn’t want to lose his family. Loki refocuses on Narfi who is staring at him now, eyes filling with tears.

“Why are you lying to mommy?”

Loki looks at Narfi is shock, “what? I am not lying to your mother…”

“Yes you are..I can feel it..when you lie..”, his blue eyes filling with tears, which he rubs away quickly before the tears can fall.

“Narfi…I…”, what was he going to say? It would be funny if there wasn’t so much at stake right now. The God of Lies having a child who can detect them like a bloodhound.

“My son listen to me..there are things..things that I need to figure out before I speak to your mother about them. Is that what is bothering you? Did you feel my emotions today while you were at school?”

Narfi’s nods his little head and speaks in a little whisper, “I don’t want you to go..”

“Go? Who says I’m going anywhere?”

Narfi looks down again and whispers, “you’re afraid mommy is going to make you leave…”

Oh boy. This was going to be a problem.

“Narfi, I need you to trust me when I tell you I am going to explain everything to your mother when I understand everything myself…alright?..”

Narfi holds out his little hand with his pinky out, “promise?..”

Loki takes his own pinky and wraps it around Narfi’s significantly smaller one, “I promise…come here..”, he holds his arms open and Narfi falls into them.

“It’s going to be alright Narfi..”, Loki gives him a kiss on the top of his head, “come let’s go join your brother in the living room to do your homework.”

“Ok..”, Narfi gets out of bed and him and Loki sit down with Vali in the living room.

You look over to see Narfi and Loki join Vali, you stare at Loki and hope he looks over at you to give you some kind of indication of how the talk with Narfi went.

He finally looks over at you and gives you a soft small smile and nod letting you know all was well. You continue making dinner, feeling a little better knowing that Loki was able to talk to Narfi who looked like he was a little happier than before.

Dinner was quiet, Narfi was the most quiet out of everyone and Vali was doing his best to try and get his brother to talk about anything…even his school work..

“Anybody want dessert?”, you ask.

Vali seemed excited but Narfi just stood to excuse himself, “no thanks mom, I’m a little tired…I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Ok honey…good night…”

He leaves the table and you look over at Loki, “so what happened? He seemed like he was better after your talk but he seems down again.”

Loki hesitates a bit, “…he’s..having trouble with his new ability..he has been feeling the emotions of people around him and the negative emotions are affected him.”

“Oh…my poor baby…can we do anything to help him?”

“I will assist him to control it, it will take some time but we will get there.”, Loki reassures you.

You take a deep breath, you worried so much for your little boy but you were very thankful Loki was there to help him. You don’t know how you would’ve handled this without him.

You look over at Vali, “did you want ice cream baby?”

“Yes please!”, he responds happily.

You get up and get him a bowl of his favorite flavor, you and Loki enjoying your own. Once he was done he said his goodnights and went to bed, leaving you and Loki at the kitchen table.

You reach your hand out to cover his on the table, you wanted to verbalize to him everything you had felt earlier. “Thank you so much for helping Narfi figure all of this out…I’m so thankful you are here.”

“Of course darling, I would do anything for you and our children. Anything..”

He said it so seriously that you felt a moment of dread…

“Are you sure you’re ok?..you still seem a little…off..”, you ask one more time, convincing yourself to listen to your gut.

He looks down like he is contemplating something and opens his mouth to speak but then quickly closes it. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, “I’m alright darling…I feel my own insecurities at times…but I do not want you to worry…just as long as I have you and the boys everything will be alright..”

You look at him for a moment, trying to see any dishonesty but again you didn’t want to push him. He would tell you when he was ready…hopefully…

“Ok, let’s go to bed.”

You both get up from the table, Loki used his magic to clean up the dishes and you both made your way to the bedroom. You both get in bed, both of you laying on your backs on your respective sides, both of you staring at the ceiling.

“I love you Loki.”, you whisper.

“I love you y/n.”, he whispers back.

~~Loki’s POV~~

Fuck..

Fuck.

Everything was going so well..too well..honestly I should’ve expected all of this to fall apart. I knew deep inside that this was too good to be true.

It just doesn’t make sense, I felt a connection with y/n the moment I met her. It’s the reason why I used the tempad to find her..I just wanted her…finding a timeline where we had children was pure luck and I want to keep them as long as I can.

This woman…Maza… has ruined everything. She was there at the school…watching me..my family…

Y/n is sleeping next to me right now and I can’t even hold her the way I want to, kiss her the way I want to. The weight of this secret crushing me..

I need her so desperately and the thought of losing her drives me mad.

Maybe I should speak to Thor about all of this? He might be an oaf with most things but he knows y/n very well…he should know the best way to approach this..

Tomorrow I will speak with Thor, I need to figure out…and soon..

To be continued…

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daisybell17 · 7 months

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Falling for the Joutun boy

Prologue: Instead of the government system Midgard uses in our world, this version of our world falls under a royal family that governs over all the nations.

That being said, you were a princess of this family which meant thousands of people adored you, and several princes definitely had their eye on you as you aged.

Though your eye was on one Joutun boy. Your family has made a deal with the kingdom of Joutunheim that would end the thousand year war and unite both realms, and that’s where you met Loki. You were both only about 4 years of age when you both met and oh how you enjoyed his presence. The games you both played and the stories and jokes you would tell each other, it was nothing but pure happiness and awe.

Even as a young princess you had your eye on him, and as he possessed the power of ice, he often start snowball fights with you and build ice castles. Oh the more and more did you enjoyed his company…Until Asgard raged war against Joutunheim…Many of Joutunheim’s people were either captured or perished, and all that remained, retreated to earth…

Unfortunately Loki was one of the captured, and you hadn’t seen him since…until today?

Invited to an Asgardian ball, your family had decided to go. They knew your hatred of the Asgardian royal family after they destroyed Joutunheim but nevertheless, you had to go for formality reasons.

Arriving at Asgard, you felt a wave of anxiety flush over your body…as if being here felt wrong. Don’t get me wrong, Asgard was beautiful without a doubt…it was the royalty of that land you had your problems with.

Showing up to the palace, your family name was announced and you made your way in…and holy hell was it an amazingly beautiful palace…what? no?! How could you think this was beautiful?! These people destroyed homes…

You made your way to the assigned seat and watched as each royal family poured in…

”Unfortunately Family Laufeyson will not be making their appearance tonight”

“Well no shit?!” You thought, “They destroyed Joutunheim and had the gall to announce something like that?! Ignorant assholes?!”

As the night went on you failed to enjoy yourself. Watching everyone interact and share lively conversations made you feel left out, well to be fair you didn’t not want to be there in the first place but you still wanted to talk with people

A loud trumpet echoed the halls which signaled the introduction of Odin, Frigga and their children

“I present King Odin and Queen Frigga of Asgard.” They both walked into the great hall hand in hand with smiles plastered on their faces

You rolled your eyes in your head, not really paying attention to what was happening

“I present Thor Odinson, first born son and prince Asgard. And Loki Odinson, second born son and prince of Asgard.

“hUH WHAT?!” Your head snapped at the announcement of Loki’s name, almost chocking on your own saliva.

Looking down you see Loki…it’s actually him?! But wait, Odinson?! You couldn’t take your eyes of the prince. It’s been nearly 15 years since you last saw him…and admittedly you found yourself turning red, he’s definitely grown into a fine young man.

Watching him walk across, you turned to your parents who seemed to be just as shocked as you. “Prince Loki…As in…Loki Laufeyson?” Your mother said. “I…how is this even possible mother?” No one really had a response, how do you even…explain this?!

You waited with little patience as the formal announcements ended and the ball continued. Your eyes were fixed on Loki who seemed…anxious? nervous? You couldn’t tell, but he was clearly uncomfortable.

You made your way down and to Loki as fast as you could…Tapping him on his back, he turned around as you captured his attention. “Oh…Hi! Uh can I help you princess?”

“You’re Loki…Odinson…right?”

“Why yes I am! Might I say princess you look fine tonight”

You blush at his words and reciprocate the compliment back to him. Since you knew Loki quite well from childhood, you brought up topics of interest. It would be crazy of you to suddenly ask personal questions, or worse, let him find out who he was and his truth within seconds.

Safe to say he was immediately entranced by you, as if he knew you all his life. No one ever showed much interest in him growing up, often he was pushed aside by Odin. Frigga and Thor loved him dearly but even with that love, he could still feel that separation, always knowing he was different.

As your shared conversation with food and drinks continued on, he invited you to go out to the garden. It was quite loud inside and a nice late night chat by the beautiful flowers seemed perfect.

Leading you outside, you both sat by the bench, watching the starts and moon

“You know, I didn’t expect to enjoy this ball at all, then you came up and talked to me…” He flashed a small smile at you, causing a small blush to form around your cheeks

“Well I have to thank you too…This is definitely not how I expected this night to go at all…I didn’t even want to go at first but my mother kinda forced me out” You chuckled, remembering just how pissed off you were hours ago.

“Oh? Are you not a fan of balls?” He questions, raising his eyebrows.

“haha balls” Your mind quickly diverts to. Quickly shoving your humour away you answer back “Erm, not that i’m not a fan of royal balls…I like the dresses and food…but if I had the choice not to attend, I probably wouldn’t”

“Hmmm me too I guess…I show up here for formality and because im the “great prince of Asgard!”” He air quotes sarcastically. “As if i’m even treated like a god…let alone a person here” He scoffs

“What do you mean? Are people hurting you?”

“I guess you could put it like that…” looking away from you, it’s obvious this topic makes him uncomfortable

“Hey we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to”

“No no…I want to…I don’t get to tell my story to many people…”

The conversation pauses for a second as the night sounds settle in. Loki is looking at the ground, it seems like he’s gathering his thoughts of what to say.

“Growing up I…I was just never treated as equal…or even as a person…Yes my mother was always there and Thor…well was Thor. I know he loves me dearly and I think the world of him…It’s just…Odin and everyone else on Asgard. I was just…never enough in anyone’s eyes…even my own. There’s always just something different about me…I just never really knew what it was…”

You didn’t say anything and let the silence of the night take over…”I figured out I wasn’t straight a long time ago…but even then something never really clicked…Like something from my youth was missing, or gone, or never existed..I-I’m sorry I know I’m making no sense right now” He says as some tears start coming in

“Hey hey…” You say…Should you tell him? Let the secret out? But how could you do it? No not yet…

“Hey” You offer your hand for him to hold. Looking at your gesture he grasped you firmly.

You take a deep breath and worked something up “Hey…look…we spend our lives in search for something, anything that would make sense and even then we sometimes don’t find it…And I-what the”

Suddenly your hands start to glow. The light coming from you and Loki’s hands entranced you. Snapping your head up you met with Loki’s eyes…and he was finally the Loki you first knew

“Y-You…I-I know you” Loki said. “I know me…I…” He looked at himself as his entire body shifted…Shifting back to his true form. Eyes going wide as his skin turns blue, it’s a beautiful sight in your eyes.

Then you pulled away and it all stopped. Stepping back you were met face to face with the Joutun boy you fell for. “Loki…are you…are you ok?”

He didn’t speak…He couldn’t take his eyes off his hands…that’s when the tears started falling and his knees met the ground. His head peeked up, and a smile plastered his face.

“The Midgardian princess who saved my land…The girl who spent a part of my youth with…Oh the games we played and the stories we told and the snowballs fight we shared…I know you…”

“Oh Loki…” You started tearing up… “Do you remember now?”

“I do…and I was right…and oh I love you…”

“What?!” You said laughing “W-What do you me-“

“You really didn’t think I had my eye on you since we were kids? Oh you were the prettiest girl i’ve ever met…and you played with me?! You touched my heart from day one” Loki said now holding your hand

Your heart was starting to melt, he noticed you just as much as you noticed him. “Oh Loki!” You hugged him close “You remember! You know me…you know…you!”

“I do…oh gods I do!” He hugged you close…”There is still…too much to figure out and what to do…You promise you aren’t terrified…I’ve heard the stories of Joutun’s…and now that I know everything…I don’t know how to feel..?”

“Loki…Oh my prince…The color that paint your skin is one that I adore. Your eyes of red shine bright into my soul. The cold touch is freezing for sure, but my warmth match and I promise…I promise…I find peace within you and in that peace…I love you. I love you my Joutun boy…”

He smiles and held you close…He might have his memory back for now, but the road to acceptance and love for himself and you is yet to blossom to its fullest. But in this moment…he smiles knowing that someone fell for him…for who he really was…For Loki.

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The Skin We’re In: A Jotunn!Loki/Reader Fairy Tale

You grew up slowly falling in love with your best friend, the God of Mischief, but after the death of your mother drives your father insane, Thor whisks you to a place he knows will be safe until Loki can defeat your father: but you’ll have to render yourself undetectable (i.e. ugly) in order to slip through your father’s fingers.

I got an Anon prompt asking me to rewrite a fairy tale around Loki. They suggested Cinderella, but I’m extra, so I based this on the fairy tale Donkeyskin, a story that goes so dark even Disney won’t touch it. In this AU, Loki was always informed of his true heritage as Little Blue Baby Icicle.

Content Warning: Family death, implied incestuous sexual abuse, physical insecurities, self-harm ideation Word Count: 7.3k (sorry, it’s long, it may be easier to read on my AO3 HERE)

Once upon a time, in a world far away from the one we know, you fell in love with a handsome prince.

“Loki! Show me! Show me!” you begged from your place sitting on his desk chair, your feet scuffing against the carpet impatiently.

The youthful second son of Odin smiled sheepishly. ‘Sheepish’ wasn’t an attitude your best friend had very often. He was newly grown, as were you. The pair of you had grown up alongside one another, as your father was one of Odin’s advisors. As children you played innocently as Asgardian children did: from the fun days spent chucking spears at one another in jest, to the fun days spent chucking spears at your tutors when they scolded you, to the fun days spent chucking spears at the spear makers, who kept forgetting to change the lock to the door of their workshop.

You got pretty good with spears as time went on.

Now, on the eve of your majority, you and Loki were finally beginning to accept that things were changing between you. Childhood giggles turned into bashful flirts. Practical jokes became stolen kisses. The way you got out of breath after winning a footrace against him became the thumping of your heart after Loki touched your cheek and looked into your eyes.

When you’d first made love, you felt like you could fly. The way you both gave yourselves to one another, exploring each other’s’ bodies deep into the night, letting Loki lose control as he went inside you under a canopy of stars and planets on a cool evening. It was the type of memory that you immediately tattooed onto your heart, and retrieving it always made you feel serene and peaceful.

While the concept of ‘virginity’ held little meaning to an Asgardian, it still meant something to the both of you when you allowed one another to be your first partners. The next morning, Loki declared that not only were you his first sexual experience, but you would be his only partner for life, as he could never imagine sex being better or more meaningful with anyone else, even with Freyja herself.

Once you had your next birthday, Loki could formally ‘come for you’ and ask you to be his bride. You would leave your father’s house and be one of Queen Frigga’s Ladies in Waiting until the wedding. Almost everyone, including Frigga, Odin, and Thor, were expecting the announcement from Loki any day.

“You know how I feel about showing anyone, even you,” Loki sighed to himself, turning away from you and facing the mirror. “I’m not even supposed to tell anyone about it, especially since the last time the Frost Giants attacked our northern border.”

“But Loki,” you whined playfully, hopping off your chair and sauntering over, standing behind your love. “You’re beautiful when you show me. I love you no matter what skin you’ve got, no matter what color. You are still my Loki, my Love, my God.”

Loki looked at your reflection in the mirror. Norns, you were a beauty! Every graceful curve of your body made him shudder with need inside. Your wide eyes were the only ones that could penetrate his thoughts and make him drop his defenses. You were the only being Loki would fall on his knees for. If the future Princess of Asgard thought his Jotunn skin was beautiful and wanted to see it, how could he deny you anything?

Stepping back, Loki let the ice blue hue crawl up his palm, taking over his entire body and turning him into his pure, half-giant form. You gasped in awe and surprise, tracing a finger up his arm admiringly. “If you ever became King, you could look like this all the time and no one could stop you, you know.”

“My brother and father would have to die for me to become King,” Loki said quietly. “I cannot bring myself to lay a hand on the two men who were willing to let me live in their family with my Jotunn blood. So, I will need to find another way of getting my freedom.” He turned to you and took you in his arms. “But once we marry, I can turn into this for you every night in our bed if that is your wish.”

Just hearing him affirm his intentions gave you pleasure within. “I love you. All of you. No matter how you appear, as long as Fate keeps us together, there is no way I could ever find you anything other than beautiful.”

Loki gently cupped your cheek in his hands and leaned in for an intimate kiss, when suddenly a guard burst into the study.

“Oh, what is it??” Loki asked angrily.

“You Highness, it’s Lady Y/N’s mother. She’s died.”

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Your mother, whom you almost impeccably resembled in appearance, had collapsed suddenly and passed away from illness. It was a shock to you and your father. Weeks and months passed, as did the birthday where your engagement was to be formally announced, without anything but tears, sorrow, and suffering for you.

The last time you saw Loki was at the funeral rites, where you weren’t even allowed to be near him, as your father, Friede, forbade you from leaving his side in the receiving lines and death processions. You only saw him briefly as the royals came through to offer condolences. Thor had embraced you. Loki could barely get a word out before Friede forced your attention elsewhere.

The entirety of the funeral, you just wanted to run away with your beloved, and get away forever from the remarks you’d been receiving all day:

“Her soul lives on in you.” “You are a perfect resemblance.” “Its as if she created you in her image, Y/N!”

After about a week was the first time your father came to you with a strange look in his eye. He had barely spoken to you, nor had he ever allowed you to leave the house, since your mother’s death. He hadn’t done anything except glare at you for an abnormally long time in your dressing robe before clearing out and leaving you be. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention.

The following day, you found lilies in your doorway. Loki didn’t like lilies, so they weren’t from him. Something about the way the petals felt hot on your skin made you immediately throw them away.

You kept longing for Loki to contact you, but after a month crept by, you began to feel like he would never come for you, even as your father kept you sequestered in your manor, closer to him than you were comfortable.

Then, he began the strange requests. “Sit on my lap, Y/N! Father knows what’s best for you! Let me run my fingers through your hair, you look so much like your mother!”

Months in the dark became hell, alone and afraid of what your deluded father may do next. He’d dismissed your attendants, so no one knew what he was beginning to do. You had no way of escaping, either. Every day you feared that he would finally crawl over the edge and molest you, or even worse. Your natural beauty had suddenly become your biggest detriment. You couldn’t escape your father’s wandering eye no matter where you went in the house. He sealed every door with magic that only he could unlock. Every window had an alarm trigger on it that would immediately shut the gates to your family estate. Worst of all, you feared what Friede would do to you if he caught you trying to leave.

The first night you saw his shadow standing over your bed, you managed to get away by locking yourself in your bathroom until he gave in. You knew then that you needed some serious help. But how? Where could you go? How long could you hold out until you couldn’t fight off your mad father any more?

You felt your life quickly drain away from you as the first few months passed. Each night, you barricaded your door against your father, avoided meals, and sat alone in your room, passing the time with books or painting. You only wanted to go outside, to see friends. To kiss your Loki, then slap him for never coming to rescue you.

You missed his soft, warm lips leaving traces down your neck, the feeling when his front teeth nipped at your skin. You wanted to once again see the blessed vision of Loki leaning over you, looking down into your eyes with thick, heavy lust. Even just for the momentary pleasure of hearing his low, authoritative voice mumble sweet poems in your ear, you would surrender anything.

Six months without Loki, and you felt your heart finally turn to stone. All hope was drained from you. You’d likely die up here in your tower, constantly hoping Friede would wake up one morning cured of his incestuous delusions. You could have cast away your memories in the hopes that forgetting them would free you from at least a bit of emotional burden.

No, you thought in the end. My memories are all I have now. I won’t throw him away, even if he did so to me.

One morning, what you couldn’t possibly conceive of happened.

You heard Friede knocking on your door one morning. Taking a meat knife from last night’s supper plate, you slid it under the sleeve of your tunic ready to draw blood if it meant keeping your father from assaulting you in his maddened state.

Opening the door, you saw Friede down on one knee, holding up your mother’s emerald engagement ring. You’d thought she’d been buried with it.

“My darling—”

You screamed and shut the door in his face almost immediately. After a loud groan from outside, you began hearing pounding fists and desperate hollers.

“Why? Why won’t you consider marrying me?”

“I’m your DAUGHTER, you pig!” you cried back, quick to shove your dresser in front of the door as you’d done every single night.

“You are your mother’s angel! It makes sense. We are supposed to be together forever, and we can be!”

“Leave me alone!”

“What can I do? Can I do anything to make you accept my proposal? I will do anything, my eternal love!”

You felt the total dirt of your parent calling you ‘his eternal love’ creep up through your veins, gelling your blood and making you turn cold. You considered ending your life in that moment for the first time. This was too much for you to bear, and without Loki, what was the point?

Still, you thought a moment before answering. Perhaps there was still a way to pit your wits against him. Maybe you could delay your father’s disgusting intentions.

“There is one thing,” You began softly, trying to ignore the taste of bitterness in your mouth as you answered him.

“ANYTHING!” Friede sounded like a desperate, ravenous wolf.

“Make me a wedding dress out of the threads from Arachne’s web. It must glow brighter than Odin’s crown, and every inch must be covered in red gems found in the heart of an asteroid. I will not consider you until I have it.”

There, that was a damn tall order for him. He had to go to Olympus, steal threads from the Goddess Arachne’s work, then find a magician who could enchant such a pristine glow into the fabric, and finally, find an asteroid somewhere in the cosmos that possessed thousands of red gems in its’ core. There was no way he could ever meet those expectations!

But, as you’d hoped, he left the manor straight away, unfortunately leaving the windows and doors magically sealed so you couldn’t slip out while he was gone. You could, however, freely move about the manor for the first time in a very long while without feeling fear. Your mood only picked up a little bit as you re-explored your childhood home. You were able to read in the study (dusty from lack of use), eat in the dining hall (also dusty and unkempt), and you were even able to look out over the quarter of Asgard your family resided in through the large window in the attic.

You considered attempting to break the seals on the doors, but you were also like you mother in that you possessed very little capacity for magic. Some people just didn’t have it in their blood, and you never felt resentment (at least before now). Nor did you see a way to even signal someone for help.

At least you were certain you had time to figure out a plan. Maybe you could send smoke signals out of the fire place? Except you had no wood to burn. What about hanging a banner out of a window? Damn all, the windows were just as sealed as the doors.

Would you die in here? With Friede gone, there was no one to bring food.

Four days after Friede went off on his quest for your wedding gown, everything changed.

You were called to the window one wild and stormy evening to a familiar yell from below your room in the front courtyard. “LADY Y/N!! MY SISTER?! CAN YOU HERE ME? ARE YOU THERE?? ARE YOU ALIVE??”

It wasn’t your beloved, but it was his brother, Prince Thor, heir apparent to the throne.

“I CAN HEAR AND SEE YOU!” you replied, your heart racing. “BUT MY FATHER’S SEIDR HAD SEALED ME INSIDE! I’M TRAPPED!”

Thor nodded and raised his right arm, Mjolnir poised above his head. In one mighty motion, he hurled it at a bay window on the ground floor. Your heart leapt at the sound of crashing glass and breaking metal. The Hammer of Thor was still undefeated.

Taking off like a shot, you sprinted to meet Thor down in the foyer, where he embraced you so tightly you screeched at him to loosen his grip before he broke you in half.

“How did you find me?” you cried into his shoulder. “And where is Loki? Why hasn’t he come for me?”

“We thought you were dead, my sister,” Thor replied. You pulled away from him and asked why. “Friede told the court that the week of your mother’s passing, you died from heartbreak. Loki was inconsolable. He destroyed his room and disappeared for weeks at a time. It was like watching his soul fly away.”

You immediately felt six months of isolation and depression well up behind your eyes like lava, until the hot tears finally blinked out. “But, you never came to see for yourself, nor ask why there was no funeral for me?”

Thor explained. “He told us he preferred a private interment. We saw how upset he was and granted his wish. But then, he came to us again about four days ago, declaring that you, in fact, were alive, and had agreed to…to marry him? Please tell me THAT isn’t so.”

You shook your head immediately. “Never!”

“He said he had a quest to complete for your hand, but he wanted Odin’s blessing.”

“And did he get it?”

“Of course not!” Thor scoffed. “Odin was almost certain he was being tricked, but Friede wasn’t stopped. He declared that no God or man could stop him from wedding you. He went off to Olympus after that.”

“And does Loki know any of this?” you asked.

Thor nodded. “For years, I’ve known Loki was never able to lift Mjolnir…but if ever there was a time he was worthy, it was in the moments after Friede declared his betrothal. He raged like I’ve never seen a warrior do, and he took off almost instantly to the armory. It’s quite obvious he intends to track down your father. I couldn’t stop him.”

“He’ll be hurt!”

“You already have been,” Thor added. “But he did leave me with one command before he went off into the Nine Realms.”

“And that is?”

Thor took something out of his pocket. It was an amulet, but not a very attractive one. A large token hung on the dull, silver chain: a donkey head. “He had this hexed and gave it to me, saying it will protect you from Friede. Then, he told me to take you somewhere outside of Asgard. Somewhere off-world. Somewhere beyond the Bifrost.”

You bit your lip. “How far?”

“Very,” Thor confirmed. “Friede is one of Odin’s fiercest generals. He can track a falcon on a cloudy day. If he wants to find you anywhere in the Universe, he will. In order to hide you, you will need to not only always wear this pendant, but you will need to stay with a few…friends of mine.”

“What friends?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at Thor’s odd tone.

“I’ve been to Midgard. It was a dare gone wrong, don’t ask. But I met a few people down there who can ensure your safety until Loki can come for you.”

You scoffed. “Midgard? How can they possibly protect me down there? Do they even have magic?”

Thor shrugged. “A different kind of magic. They call themselves researchers. Their names are Jane, Erik, and Darcy.”

You nodded. Even some heathen’s tent on Midgard was preferable than waiting here in the dark until your insane father decided to return. “Give me the amulet,” you commanded, holding out your hand. “I want to leave as fast as possible.”

Thor hesitated a moment. “There is one more thing you need to know about the amulet.”

You rolled your eyes and went to grab it from him, succeeding. You quickly put the necklace on, and instantly you felt a slightly-painful tinge circulate throughout your body. Thor became a bit taller to you, and you felt your shiny hair begin to tangle and grow over your face. Dark green sparks flew up in front of you as your robes grew bigger and bigger until they could barely stay up around your emaciated frame.

Once the magic receded, you looked to Thor, and noticed he looked rather uncomfortable. “What was that?” you asked quietly.

“Well, err…you have a mirror nearby?”

You nodded and walked brisky down the hallway to your left, knowing of the giant mirror in the hall outside the kitchen. You found it and nearly screamed at what stood before you.

You were HIDEOUS. A BEAST, you were disgusting and riddled with pustules, pimples, and rashes across your skin and face. Your nose had almost entirely receded, your eyebrows were thick enough to spin into yarn, your eyes misaligned, one eye electric green and the other ocean blue, your hair unkempt and greyish blue. Your body was so frail it could be blown over with a quiet breeze. Your teeth were so yellow they were nearly brown, several crooked and several more cracked or cavity-laden. You even had little brown hairs sprouting about your chin, ears, and hands.

“What the HELL have you done to me, Thor?!” you yelled. “What does this--?”

You ripped off the pendant, and your ugly exterior instantly fell away, causing you to sigh with relief.

“It’s a disguise. You HAVE to wear it at all times on Midgard. It’s the only way Friede won’t be able to locate you. He would never assume this was you,” Thor explained. “Please? I wish to see my brother’s wedding day.”

“But, but…”

Thor sighed and looked around you. “I guess you could stay here and hope--?”

You didn’t want that. Any more time in this luxurious prison and you would go insane as your father had. You turned to look at your normal self in the mirror, getting one last good at yourself before putting on the amulet again. You imagined Loki walking up behind you in the reflection, his nimble fingers running over your bare shoulders, his nose nestling at your ear affectionately.

“Find me, my love,” you prayed before looking over your shoulder, the specter of your lover dissipating into the air with your movement.

“Thor?” you asked quietly.

Thor had gone over to the front door back in the foyer, using Mjolnir to destroy it, exposing the entryway to the roaring rain and wind outside. “Yes, sister?”

You turned the donkey’s head over three times in your palm. Even touching the damn thing made your skin lose its glow. “Will he be able to find me? Even when I’m wearing this?”

Thor walked back in your direction, meeting you in the foyer. “My friend, you and my brother could find one another from across time and space. The two of you were naming your children before you went off to school. Loki will know who you are in an instant. Now, we need to hurry. I have Heimdall waiting.”

Thor went back to the door, and you took one last breath before donning the loathed amulet, letting the green mist set you back into your horrendous new skin. Then, you took a cloak from the closet nearby and followed Thor out into the turbulent night.

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Fourteen months later…

Tired, hungry, desperate, and more ambitious than ever, Loki maneuvered his small Asgardian craft on the asteroid’s surface, behind a boulder big enough to conceal the ship within its’ shadow. Before getting out and beginning to look for signs of other travelers on the surface, Loki looked down at the parchment Thor had given him before he went off to execute that perverted worm who dared to even consider holding you as a captive bride of incest. The parchment only had a few scribbles on it:

Midgard. Puente Antiguo, New Mexico. Be discreet.

This was where you awaited him, and he knew he was nearly there after so long. He just had to finish slaying this dragon for you first.

Over a year, Loki had been traversing the Nine Realms, looking for anything that could have drawn him closer to Friede. Friede had somehow managed to steal Arachne’s threads with little trouble, and he was gone by the time Loki arrived. Escaping Olympus had been rough, especially when he had been blamed for the missing thread and was made to sneak his way off the world.

Having lost the trail, Loki kept searching. He had no idea where to look for one who could make a dress glow brighter than Odin’s crown, so instead, Loki chose to begin searching for the elusive Ruby Asteroid, the only space rock in the Nine Realms that was known to harbor red gems in its’ core. No matter how quickly or slowly Friede could render the dress aglow, it would still take him time to find the Ruby Asteroid, and Loki was infinitely cleverer than his possible father-in-law. Loki knew if he took a shortcut and headed for the space rock, he could cut his adversary off and end him before a single ruby could fall into his hand.

Even an asteroid feels like a planet to anyone on its’ surface. Loki scoured it for weeks, searching every cavern and crevice, every possible place one could make their way down into the underground. Nothing showed, even as time passed and Loki was forced to set up a camp and find an off-asteroid food supply. Perhaps it would take years for that bloated biscuit to find this place?

Every time Loki was spent and went back to his ship to sleep for a few hours, he found himself staring up through the roof to the black skies above, filled with stars, planets, and galaxies. He had hoped he would be touching the furthest points of the universe with you on your honeymoon. While it was usually difficult to find fitful rest on this freezing rock, Loki always managed to find sleep looking up at the cosmos dangling above, choosing which star you two would explore first.

He always picked the one that looked farthest away.

Every time he thought of you, he began to do something he hadn’t before. He’d started reverting to his Frost Giant skin and allowing himself to live within it for long periods of time. In those long months alone and searching, he’d remembered how you loved his blue skin and red eyes, and whenever you could convince him to do so, begged him to ‘turn blue.’ When he did this, he felt his emotions and longing for you rising, and when he was in Jotunn form was when he felt closest to you.

Even though he’d known since childhood that he was an adopted half-Frost Giant, Odin had always discouraged Loki from showing his heritage off in front of others. While he was grateful the truth was not kept from him entirely, it, of course, made him feel shame as he grew. The only times he could show his true skin were when he was alone, or with you. After this, if he ever found his way to your side again, he made a vow to himself to wear his true skin more. If you could see his true beauty, surely others could as well. He would be fully free.

The more time he spent in solitude, awaiting Friede, the more he spent wearing his natural blue skin, and the more he grew to long for the day he could show his true colors in the light, in front of all of Asgard.

Now, he was using his craft to migrate to another region on the asteroid, looking for anything that indicated disturbance. Every other time he did this, not so much as a shifted pebble was to be seen, and Loki would give up and touch down once again.

However, something felt different this time. Loki felt on edge, especially has something caught his eye from off to the right side of his path:

Another ship, an older Asgardian model a noble or military superior would use for themselves.

“Norns, this is it.”

Loki quietly parked his craft and looked around for wherever Friede could have gone. In the darkness, this was especially difficult, but Loki could use a little magic to increase his vision a bit, which helped. After what felt like days, Loki finally found a crevice just large enough for a body to slip within, and once Loki made his way inside, the boulder was revealed to be hollow, with a large cave making its way lower into the ground towards what appeared to be a red glow.

However, Loki didn’t have time to make it to the source of the glow, because Friede began making his way back up through the passage, holding a large lavender wedding gown that looked like it was made from the lightest material possible. It glowed brightly enough to completely illuminate the passage. It had thousands of red gems already sewn into it, creating trim and a bodice for the dress, lining the collar and hems and creating intricate fleur-de-lys patterns. It was the most magnificent gown any being ever laid eyes on.

I’m almost too late, Loki thought. Standing tall and imposing, Loki blocked Friede’s way, forcing him to stop.

“Who are you?” Friede muttered from behind the piles of tulle and silk.

“How dare you address your Prince so informally?” Loki barked. “You will kneel before royalty, insolent wretch!”

“Prince Loki, your highness! What brings you to this little rock? I was picking up a gift for my bride to be—”

“—you will surrender the dress to me, leave this place at once, and never contact your daughter again,” Loki commanded.

Friede responded with a slow, rolling laugh that gradually got louder and more unhinged. “Oh, my Prince, you don’t understand!”

Loki advanced on Friede with royal authority. “How dare you desecrate your name? How dare you strive for such an abomination? How dare you lay a finger on my beloved? How dare you LIE to me and make me believe that she was dead for six months?? She will be Princess of Asgard, and you are heretofore banished from the Nine Realms until your dying breath.”

“Oh, no, no, no, I won’t leave Asgard without my wife,” Friede mumbled, standing his ground but beginning to nervously ball the dress up in his large hands. “How can you be so against true love?”

Loki growled like a wolf, ready to defend the pack. “Your demented, twisted version of love extracts no sympathy from me. Now, unhand that damned dress or you will be under a death sentence by order of your Prince.”

Friede laughed again. “Spare me the theatrics, you cerulean freak! My daughter doesn’t deserve to be yoked to a disgusting half-breed no matter what kind of royalty he is!”

With those painful words, Friede began spinning the dress around in his hands, forcing the light glow to intensify to the point where Loki was blinded by it. The red light receded after a moment, but only before Loki could realize that Friede had moved past him and made his way to the exit.

As Loki’s sight returned, he could see Friede pause to pick something up off the ground. A slip of paper.

Friede chuckled. “Midgard, huh? Not exactly a small hiding place, but someone with Y/N’s looks won’t be too difficult to find! Thanks for the tip, your highness!”

Loki gave chase, but Friede was too swift. Loki barely made it out of the cavern in time to see his small shuttle take off and fly quickly into the black sky.

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It was way too hot in New Mexico. You absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. At this point, you were pretty sure you were going to melt into the dirt before your beloved could locate you.

Jane and Erik were nice enough (Darcy asked you too many questions about exactly how attractive Asgardian men were), and they were able to spare you a small room in their office, but you rarely left it. You couldn’t take the heat, and you couldn’t take the prying eyes the few times you were coerced by Jane into going to the local diner (where you were now).

Thor only stayed briefly to explain things to Jane before going off to find his brother. He’d promised to check in from time to time, but in the fourteen months since he’d delivered you to your hiding place, he hadn’t shown himself. You knew when Jane asked you to go to a ‘girls’ night’ with her, she was going to ask you about Thor and Asgard. At first, you’d obliged her, but as time wore on, you were beginning to believe that you were standing in the town you would be buried in.

“So, how different is time out there?” Jane asked.

You shrugged. “How am I supposed to know that? It’s my home, it’s just how time works for me. All I know is that here, it feels like a standstill, but that isn’t because of time.”

“I know how that feels,” Jane moaned.

An older woman in a waitress’ uniform came out with two bowls of soup, setting one bowl down in front of each of you. You noticed her avoiding your eyes in a way she hadn’t with Jane.

You had worn the donkey’s head amulet for fourteen months without removing it for so much as a bath, and you were beginning to feel bonded to it in a way that distressed you. The hex was attaching itself to your body now, and soon enough, if you didn’t take it off, you felt as if you were going to be stuck that way for all time. You were well aware of how hideous you were. You had to keep reminding yourself it was all for your safety, and that Loki could come any day.

But what if he never came?

“Excuse you, but that was rude,” Jane said, firmly but calmly. “She’s a person. Treat her like one, please.”

The waitress looked directly at you now and shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, Miss.”

After she walked away, you leaned over the table and whispered. “You don’t have to defend me, you know. It’s been more than a year. I’ve gotten worse looks from clergy.”

Jane shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’m sick of seeing it too. People can be terrible.”

“My father is scouring the galaxy to try and force me into marrying him. I assure you, Asgardians are no better.” You looked out the window into the dry, dusty street as a green car drove by, kicking up dirt and making it difficult to see the general store on the other side of the road.

“Y/N,” Jane said, “I can’t imagine how this has been for you. I’m not even waiting for a wedding like you are.”

“More than anything, my biggest fear is what Loki will think if I cannot get this stupid pendant off.”

Jane nodded and started eating her soup. You weren’t hungry. Instead, your gaze fell out the window again, as if he would pop up at any moment.

“If he’s like his brother, he will just be relieved you’re safe and not married to your dad,” answered Jane.

Suddenly, Darcy and Erik bolted in to the diner and made a beeline for your table. Darcy, who couldn’t shut up on a normal day, spilled everything.

“You both need to come with us now. We were working in the lab and then outside some small space craft landed, and some guy in weird robes got out of it with the puffiest, most obnoxious dress I’ve ever seen in my life. Like, who would even wear that? Anyway, someone’s here so we figured we’d get you and—”

“—oh, Norns, it’s Father,” you muttered, ducking under the table. “How did he complete the gown? I made it utterly impossible!”

Jane bent down and tapped your shoulder. “You know what you need to do.”

“I can’t face him,” you said, beginning to cry. “Loki was supposed to find him first. If he hasn’t, then that means Loki must be dead and my father killed him.”

“Maybe his space ship just popped a tire,” Darcy mused.

“You realize this may be the only way he leaves you be,” Erik said. “And he may be the type to hurt people who stand in his way of you.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But he’ll go back to Asgard and tell everyone how I became some hideous mortal and was exiled forever to a desert on Midgard.”

Jane smiled. “You have us now. And there’s still Thor. He can vouch.”

You were silent a moment. Loki was gone. He had to be. You were on the verge of becoming permanently ugly. What more was there to lose? In fact, facing Friede one final time, in a way, would free you, even if it was freeing you from the wonderful life you once knew in favor of a simpler, lonelier one.

“Well, here I go. This is for Loki.”

You crawled out from under the table, and ignored the rude waitress’ scolding for not paying the bill as Jane, Darcy, and Erik followed you out into the street and around the corner.

Sure enough, Friede’s personal ship was parked in the middle of the road, with some mortals running and hiding, and others curiously peeking out at the scene. Friede, for his part, was zig-zagging around, looking in shop windows and crying out for you like a madman with no direction.

“Y/N! Come out come out! I have your wedding gown! I know for a fact you’re here. Please come out and come home with Daddy. If you don’t, I’ll dismantle this entire place board by board until I—”

“—here I am, Father,” you yelled, walking with as much confidence as you could muster.

Friede spent nearly a minute in silence, observing you from the distance of about 50 feet between you. He laughed. “It can’t be. My daughter isn’t a troll.”

The words stung, but only a little. “It is me, Father. I can prove it. My mother was Idunn, and I looked like her. She died over a year ago. You were close with the Allfather since your youth, and Odin’s favorite food were the fruit biscuits Idunn would make for you to take to him, although he’d never admit his weakness for a sweet. You once compared him to a child in an ancient druid’s body.”

Friede’s jaw dropped. “No. Y/N, my girl, what have you done?”

“I am not your daughter,” you said defiantly. “I said I would never marry you. I decided to buy a spell that would permanently change me into this hag,” you indicated your appearance. “I would rather live like this forever in shame than to take part in your abomination of a wedding.”

“But, I made this for you, just as you asked!” Friede hollered, throwing the large gown into the dust at his feet before slowly beginning to advance on you.

“Leave her alone, you bastard.”

Your heart may as well have jumped out of your throat and run off into the horizon by itself. The voice. The beautiful, strong, deep voice of your beloved was calling from behind you.

Instead of turning to embrace Loki, you didn’t even bother looking in his direction as he approached the confrontation, instead running off the street and ducking behind a shelf of books displayed outside the tiny library the town had.

Loki faced Friede, proud, strong, and ready to kill. “I am giving you one final chance. Abandon your disgusting suit and leave Midgard, Asgard, and the Nine Realms. Go live on the Ruby Asteroid for all I care. If you dare to show your face to myself, my betrothed, or any of my allies again, you WILL face the executioner’s axe. Do you understand this?”

Friede looked to the case you were hiding behind, and how you trembled in fear. He looked back to Loki, the powerful Trickster Prince who was known for his superior (as well as unique) fighting style.

“You shouldn’t want Y/N any more anyways,” Loki concluded. “She’s no longer the living spectre of your wife, is she not?”

Friede grunted and looked down at the dress lying before him on the ground. He considered his options for a moment before spitting onto the wedding gown. “Hel take you all,” he muttered. “Especially you, Prince Loki. Enjoy life screwing a hag. You and my disobedient wretch of a child deserve one another.”

You couldn’t quite see what was happening from behind the book case, but after a moment, you heard the sound of a craft take off into the sky and fly away, followed by bootsteps running towards you. You instantly reached for the donkey amulet and ripped it from your neck. However, in the library window’s reflection, you saw something that made your heart sink.

You hadn’t changed at all. You were still a hag.

Loki finally reached the bookcase. You curled up into a ball, concealing as much of yourself by making yourself as small as possible. “Oh, my darling, my beloved,” he whispered softly, reaching out a hand. “You can take the hex off now. You are safe with me again.”

You shook your body and slowly extended your hand, opening your palm and showing him that you were no longer wearing the amulet.

“The hex bound itself to me,” you cried. “I’m a beast now, forever.”

“Oh, no, no, no, Y/N,” Loki insisted. “I don’t care if you look like a dark elf with a skin infection. I love you, and you are beautiful.”

“I am NOT worthy of being your princess, so just go,” you wept.

Loki stifled a laugh. “I just saw you face your father and tell him to fuck off. It was, admittedly, very hot.”

You peeked out from behind your hands. “Really?”

“Please,” Loki implored. “Come into the light with me.”

You looked up and saw for the first time that Loki was wearing his natural Jotunn skin. He was smiling encouragingly down at you, hand still extended.

You gasped. “Loki, you never look like that in public!”

“I’ve learned a bit about myself too along this strange trip,” Loki replied. “I feel freer when I can be my full self. I may never go back, unless, that is, you wish for me too.”

“Dearest, how can you look at me and still—”

Loki had had enough. He took you hand and yanked you to your feet and into the sunny street before you could stop him. He took you into his arms and kissed you so fully that you felt as if he wanted to drink your essence.

“I absolutely want to still be your wife,” you said quietly, burying your face in Loki’s chest. “But I can never face Asgardian society like this. Not ever.”

Loki sighed and looked beyond you to wear the wedding gown still lay in the dust. He got an idea and let go of you momentarily to retrieve it and bring it back to you.

“Maybe this can help,” he suggested.

You shook your head. “The incest dress? How?”

“Well, technically it’s what YOU wanted in a dress. Your maddened former father simply delivered it to you.”

“But how can it help?” you asked.

“Did you not ask for it to me made out of cloth spun from Arachne’s web?” Loki reminded you. You nodded. “Doesn’t her material come with magic-catching ability? It’s why our armor carries some of her threads, to protect warriors from hexes and curses. Like trapping flies in a spider’s web, her cloth does the same for dark magic.”

“Oh Norns, you are right,” you realized. You greedily grabbed the dress and ducked back behind the bookcase to put it on.

It was heavier than you realized, but it fit like a glove and gave you a small, magic burst of confidence. When you cautiously revealed yourself in the dress, the look on Loki’s face made you tremble.

He looked ready to fall at your feet and serve you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter.

“My bride, you look incredible.”

You lifted your arms and slowly began to spin, your wide skirt billowing out, red sparks of magic flying out from the stones embedded in the bodice. You felt that cool sensation you recalled from the night Thor rescued you, when you first removed the amulet and fell back into your Asgardian beauty.

You stopped spinning and looked at Loki, Jane, Erik, and Darcy, who were all now staring at you, making you feel a little vulnerable.

You turned back to the window to observe what had changed, and your heart sank again.

Your body had returned to its’ normal, curvier shape. Your unnatural pallor melted back into your natural skin tone. The bags under your eyes had disappeared, but those eyes were still oddly bright and differently colored. Your nose had returned, but it was still a small nub of what had once been one of your favorite features. Your hair was longer and fuller, but still the dull color you’d gotten used to seeing of late. You had a bright, dark red scar remain on your face, running from your left eye, down the side of your neck.

“It only worked a little!” you cried, frustrated. “I’m still not beautiful!”

Loki ran up behind you and wrapped his arms over your shoulders, nuzzling his nose under your ear.

“But aren’t you the one that said to me that your skin doesn’t define your beauty? You are still my Y/N, my wife, my love, my God. Freyja still could not compare.” Loki spun you around and delicately traced the scar on your face with a loving touch. “And I am taking you back to Asgard to wed you this instant, and to proudly show you off to every noble in the Nine Realms.”

You took Loki’s face into your hands and drew him into another kiss. His blue lips tasted better than the sweetest ambrosia, and in that instant, you knew nothing would ever come between you again.

Jane, Darcy, and Erik watched in awed silence as you and Loki went off into the sunset, hand-in-hand, chasing down your Happily Ever After to the farthest star.

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evilminji · 8 months

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Okay, as I have mentioned, I'm Ace AF. And you know that plot line in kids cartoons where the alien or foreign Warrior Royalty just sort of *violently kicks down door in full armor* "We Will Marry."? I?? Always said:

"Sure!" (#OhThankFUCK!)

Like what do you mean "No"? The powerful, attractive, monarch that is very into you has travel a great distance JUST to marry you! Now you don't have to date! They seem nice! You can skip the whole "trying to find a life partner" awkwardness.

So, Sudden New Fiancee(tm) how we doing this? Blended customs? Two weddings? One in your peoples traditions, one in mine? Should we invite your family? Tell me more about yourself.

God, this solves just... SO MUCH for me? No having to make small talk. No "do they like me?" Or "am I reading the signs here right?" No failed dates! It's positively ideal! AND they announced why they were qualified, in a VERY impressive show of power and prestige, when they arrived! Good lineage AND accomplished!! Very nice.

Don't get why everyone's so upset.

Sure the "we leave at once" thing that usually follows would have to be discussed, but that's what you DO as spouses. Really guys, it's like you think I'm incapable of common sense here.

And you know who probably agrees with me? Damian Wayne.

Hell is other people, INDEED. You expect him to just... randomly go up to people and try Courting them? What do you MEAN it's "creepy" to compile portfolios on eligible individuals of worthy bloodlines? How ELSE is he supposed to know if they are worth attempting to talk too?!

There are BILLIONS of humans on this gods forsaken rock, Richard! Is he supposed to just GUESS? Gamble and hope for LUCK? This is a MARRIAGE not a "best friends club"!

Then? Danny showes up.

Gotham heard her baby talking. Heard her KING being harassed by clearly plotting Observants and power hungry ghosts MANY times his age. Connected some dots. Formed themselves a new OTP.

Danny says "Fuck It". Worst he can say is No. According to Gotham, he is neither Shy not the meek obedient sort. Is in fact, VERY stabby. So if he's not interested he'll no doubt be BRUTALLY clear about that.

So? Danny gets Fright Knight. Go get him a horse. Someone fetch Cujo some armor. He's been told the guy like weapons and animals.

TIME TO BE IMPRESSIVE.

He goes FULL Regalia. Armor of solid night sky. Cape of frost and stardust. Crown like crack in reality itself, through which the cosmos gleam and shift. He gets a horse from the far frozen. They're wooly and carnivorous. Gets THE most impressive sword he can find to wear.

It's gonna be a gift, since he doesn't need it.

He does the whole "rend the skies open" thing. Fan fair and knights. Every title he's ever been given, no matter how embarrassing he find them in reality. And announces his intentions. Declares that ONLY Damian Wayne, aka. Robin, is WORTHY to Marry Him. And (in the traditional Ghost proposal of "either accept or tell me to fuck off" /w violence) Demands Damian accept his offer of Marriage.

Right there.

IN THE WATCHTOWER.

In front of EVERYBODY. And yes, ESPECIALLY the Bats. Who are making glitching, vaguely threatening DEMONIC NOISES. Because? You... you THREATEN the BABY? Death. Ten thousand years DEATH.

People are :O ing and backing away from the visible heatwave of unadulterated FURY being put off by Batman. Danny is nano-second from every bone his ANCESTORS had being reduced to a fine paste.

Then? Damian consider him... considers the sword being thrust in his direction, still held aloft in a steady and armored hand... contemplates those titles for a second...

And goes: "Acceptable. Very well, but I have demands."

N..... Nani the FUCK? Says local Bat-Dad. No??? You are NOT GETTING MARRIED.

Try to stop him. He very obviously IS, according to Damian, the man brought him a kick ass sword and has a giant green dog. Is the king of an ENTIRE REALITY. Yes, he realizes he probably COULD do better... but frankly? This one's cute. But if it upset you so... extended engagement. There. Happy?

NO! Because the JLA Dark are LOSING THEIR SHIT. Damian is still UNDERAGE. We don't even know how OLD this being is! NO MARRIAGE.

Damian is unimpressed. A whole six months? That he's likely already LIVED thanks to various timeloops, temporal shenanigans, and reality warping bits of fuckery? You're reaching.

Just? Marriage Meet Cute.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #marriage meet cute au #danny phantom #damian wayne #bruce may break his no killing rule #dick DEFINITELY about to break the no killing rule #tim is making out with Kon in a closet and misses most of this #good for him honestly

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neil-gaiman · 10 months

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hey mr gaiman. i saw that this post got revisited and wanted to address it.

i submitted this ask over a year ago on my old account and it was one of the stupidest things i ever did. it was my first tumblr account. id only been really online for a few weeks. i was 13. i was just coming back to school after a global pandemic.

ive been a fan of good omens for years and a fan of yours for longer. i was brought up reading odd and the frost giants and fortunately the milk, and as i got older i fell in love with your norse mythology book, good omens, snow glass apples, the sleeper and the spindle, and more.

i was excited to see one of my favorite authors on tumblr and tried to come up with the most bold and interesting ask i could think of.

i was rude and misinformed and it was a stupid choice of me to send it in with no thought.

but i got feedback. some in the form of kind suggestions. quite a few in the form of death threats and people telling me to kill myself.

while those specific messages were rude and hateful, the point got across. i educated myself to the best of my abilities, and eventually came back online.

not only did i misuse the term queerbaiting but i also implied that you were not an amazing supporter of the queer community. that’s absolutely incorrect. you’ve done so much for us with activism, representation, and overall kindness.

i wanted to address this ask that got so much attention because despite moving accounts i still feel guilt and shame every time i see it, or even when i interact with any of your posts at all. i need to actually address it.

also, i wanted a proper apology to be made. by no means am i now a saint. but im trying to be more thoughtful about thinking before i speak.

whether or not you decide to make a public response to this, i think ill find some peace knowing you’ve received this. ive needed closure on this for a long time.

im overjoyed and thrilled that season two is so close. thank you for tolerating the dumb questions of pretentious kids and thank you for helping to create a world where we can grow to be better than we were.

First of all, and most importantly, I'm really sorry that people were mean to you. That's awful. And nobody should ever have to deal with death threats or online threats and attacks, let alone a thirteen year old.

And secondly, you do not owe me an apology. I figure I have a Tumblr account, people ask things. Mostly they'll get nice replies, occasionally (normally when I'm being asked the same thing over and over) the replies will be terser. There has to be a certain amount of rough and tumble though, and occasionally I'll grab an ask that represents all of the asks I've had on that subject, and try and reply to all of them. That's what happened to you. I was getting tired of being accused of Queerbaiting for the occasional answer about a Season that was not yet released and about which nobody knew anything. And I needed to tell everyone who was doing this that they had to stop now. You had the misfortune to be the representative of all of the other people.

If you are not making mistakes you are not human and you are not learning anything.

(I wish there was tone of voice on the internet.)

And I think you are growing and learning and will make a fantastic adult.

I really hope you enjoy Season 2 when it drops.

#And I hope as many people are nice and supportive about this post #as were mean about that first one

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dcxdpdabbles · 10 months

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The bakery is a front!...Right? Part 5

Danny opens his eyes to the sight of a potent magical barrier glowing around him. It would have held off many of his subjects but did nothing against his court, much less the king.

Then, he noticed he was in some sort of cave, strapped down to a fluffy bed. There isn't much he can see besides the various machines hooked up throughout the place, various cars, two planes, what appeared to be a training ground, and a.... dinosaur?

Where the hell am I? He thinks, trying to recall what happened to lead him here. But all he can clearly remember is fighting with Phantom over going to the park. Everything after that was a blur.

He tries to move, frowning at the very little give of his restraints. One around each of his four limbs, three large belts over his knees, stomach, and upper chest.

After a few minutes of struggling as a human, he slumps in place.

His blue eyes fly over the runes that shine along the barrier's side, noting three magical signatures. This was a group effort. Strange. Who would put Danny here?

Phantom remains silent but watchful from their shared eyes as Danny scans his surroundings again to ensure no one is around before shifting. As soon as his ghost forms, the barrier flairs, indicating an alarm has been tripped.

Danny sighs tiredly, allowing his body to pass through the restraints. Phantom reaches out to push his hand through the barrier, wiggling his fingers on the other side. Just as they thought, it's not going to keep Danny inside.

Feels like water. Phantom says, and Danny agrees. Whoever put him in here either overestimated their strength or underestimated Danny. He hopes it's not another death cult. Those always left him feeling sick after dealing with them.

It's then Danny realizes another fact. Phantom does not feel like his body trying to split in half; Phantom feels like himself again, another part of who makes up Danny.

Like the inner voice when you read in your head, just as his ghost half had always been since he was fourteen. Danny had been in this creepy cave for over a week because his mating season had finally ended.

That also meant that Danny was missing a full week of memories.

He is going to have some words with whoever is responsible. Danny rechecks the barrier, realizing it's still flaring, and decides to wait for them to approach him. He can pretend he's trapped inside, hopefully creating a false sense of security and getting answers from his kidnappers.

He crosses his legs under him just as a portal rips open a few feet away from his barrier and out rushes a blond man in a trench coat. Behind the man is a woman in a magician outfit and a teenage girl in a purple cape. Danny scans each person, noting the barrier's magical signature matches them all, and knows they are responsible.

Trench coat falls to one knee, bowing his head in respect. "Your majesty."

The other two follow suit after he speaks, repeating his greeting. It seems Trench Coat is the leader. The ghost king leans back on his hands, frost slowly spreading over the blankets under his palms.

It crawls to the edges, slowly falling down the legs of the bed and around the floor. Danny stops it right at the lines of the barrier, knowing the blond man is watching it. The blond man's shoulder relaxes when the frost fails to go over the drawn lines.

So they did underestimate Danny. Well, it made things easier, at least.

"Where am I?" Knowing Phantom's voice echoes and unsettles the three kneeing magic users, he asks. Sam had once told him it sounded like the cracking of ice glaciers from within the giant ice caves after his friend returned from a trip to the artic with her parents.

Danny wasn't exactly sure what that sounded like, but he had always thought it made him more intimidating, especially when he kept his voice a regal calm. Tucker said the calm made it extra creepy, and he wanted to watch these three sweat right now.

"The Batcave, your Highness." Trench Coat responds. Danny's jaw drops.

"The what cave!?" He gasps, springing up from the bed to spin around and look at his surrounding better. He knows he just shattered the illusion but come on! It's the Batcave! This place was a legend among his customers! "Batcave as in Batman!?"

"Indeed." A new voice calls and Danny's head snaps toward a man hiding within a shadow. He's good for a human, but although the shadows open their arms to him, they are not part of him, and Danny can trace every inch of him as easily as though a spotlight had been shined on him.

"Batman" He whispers in awe. The Dark Knight steps out into the line of sight of the other three, ignoring Trench Coat when the blond man starts to hiss at him to kneel. "I got kidnapped by Batman. That's so metal."

Batman, to his credit, doesn't even flinch at the accusation. "You were deemed a danger to the public."

Danny snorts. "Been there. Done that. Got a cookie on the way back."

The mask man's eyes narrow. "Are you aware of the damage you have caused? The lives you have potentially ruined since arriving in my city?"

"Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about. All I did was open a bakery." Danny glances down at the magic users before waving a hand. "You three can stand now, by the way."

The three stand as Batman steps up against the barrier. He looms over Danny in a poor attempt at intimation. Even with having to tilt his head back to keep eye contact and the glowing yellow stip of magic, Danny finds himself on equal footing with the human.

"Batman, bugger off. Now." Trench Coat hisses, yanking the other back a few steps. "We do not need a war with one of the most powerful beings in the multiverse."

"A being that tried to steal my sons." The other man growls, and Danny blinks.

"First of all, I didn't even know you had kids. Second, I have never met them in my life, much less steal-"

"Red Robin will not be going with you, no matter what you say!" Batman interrupts. "If I have to keep you here until the contract is neutralized, I will."

"This is not helping B." The woman dressed like a magician says. She was beyond nervous, a slight tremble ranking her frame. "We're supposed to be negotiating the terms of the engagement."

"The engagement?" Danny mouths, confused.

"We have his sister, Jassmin Fenton. That's a good enough starting point-" The girl in the cape starts, and Danny snaps to attention at his sister's name. Her neck is in his hand, cutting off her words with a chock gasp. He sneers in her face even as the other three scream at the speed he crosses the barrier.

"Where. Is. Jazz."

"Raven!" The other woman screams. "Prat eht gnik ni a egac!"

Her magic washes over him but freezes as Danny's power overtakes it. The spell lands on the ground as a sparkling clump of ice.

The girl claws at his hands, trying to pry him off even when a bear tazer slams into his side, sending electricity throughout his body. If he had been fourteen that would have been enough to have scared him enough into letting go.

He's not a little kid anymore, though. He backhands Batman away from him, catching the tazer he drops as he is flung and throwing it at Trench Coat.

It slams against the man, knocking him on his ass. "I didn't even do anything!"

Danny raises the girl, wondering if he should squeeze more- it's not choking her. He just wanted to scare her.- when Ellie came flying from the direction of a large stone stairway. It seems the Batcave was underneath something. "Danny, stop! Let her go!"

"They kidnapped Jazz!" He yells, eyes blazing in an angry green. Raven's eyes widened at the color. She chants a spell, but her magic is frozen like Zatanna's was before it could even form. She looks stricken.

Not surprising since magic is supposed to be one thing to never fail against the paranormal. Too bad for her Danny is the king and thus far more powerful than the average ghost.

"No, they didn't! She literally upstairs flirting with Jason!"

Danny lets Raven go to swing his head in Ellie's direction. "Who the fuck is Jason!?"

"A really buff book nerd."

"Of course he is."

"Yeah, he's also Peter Draper." Ellie continues with a What can you do shrug.

"Oh, word?" Danny tries to imagine Jazz and Peter, but his employee is so short-tempered that he finds it odd his sister would ever look his way twice. Then again, Peter was only short-tempered because he was trying to keep Alvin safe from Phantom's charm, so....maybe that's what got her attention?

"Your Highness," Trench Coat clears his throat. "We really need to discuss the engagement."

"What engagement?"

Ellie flies over to drape herself across his shoulders like a floating scarf. "The one between you and Timothy Drake."

"The Wayne CEO?" Danny never met the guy; how was he engaged to him?

"Yeah, but you know him as Alvin Draper or Red Robin." Ellie shrugs at his Godsmack expression. "The Bats thought you were selling drugs, using kids as carriers, and using the bakery as a front to cover up your crimes."

"Drugs? Child endangerment!? Why would they think I would do something so terrible?! My bakery is a lovely place!"

"Cause you're kind of shady, Danny. Fruitloop shady."

"I'm disowning you." Danny turns his attention back to the four - heroes? If they were with Batman, they had to be right?- and frown. "I love Gotham. I was just trying to sell pastries and help my community."

"Yeah, but you're still shady." Ellie laughs, ignoring the disownment like every other time Danny threatened her. "They sent in spies to figure you out."

"Spies? In my bakery?" Danny repeats, horrified. He snaps his fingers at his sister, narrowing his eyes. "You can never tell Andres he was right."

She bares her teeth in response, and he knows his store manager will be unbearable come Monday. Danny covers his face wanting to scream, until Batman steps to growl at him. "Tim isn't going anywhere with you."

Danny squints at him. "You're making it sound like I'm taking him by force."

"You are." And another voice jumps in, but this one is familiar. Danny twists around to see Alvin-er Tim calmly walk down the large stairway wearing only white pants. Along the sides of the pants are runes that make Danny's stomach drop.

They're the marking of a human sacrifice in the ghost zone.

"I won't resist." Tim continues stopping before a horrified Danny and clasping his hands tightly. Tim's gaze rests on his feet, every inch of him portraying submission. A group of people quickly come down the stairs, each trying to talk over the other, but Danny can't take his eyes off the human, giving himself up.

Phantom's core weeps. When a human is made into a sacrifice, there is nothing other ghosts can do to intervene. It's one of the Rules within the zone, like Truce Day. There was nothing he could do to save his employee.

"Who?" He whispers his ghostly glow highlighting the youth in Tim's face. Only nineteen. "Who do you belong to?"

Tim's hands twitch, but it's the only sign of discomfort as he lowers his gaze even more. "To you, your highness."

"Wha-"

"Oh, for goodness sake!" Jazz yells, walking over to whack him on the head. Ellie moves so her hand can reach his skull and punches the back of his head. Several people gasp, scandalized, but she does seem to care as she starts nagging. "Daniel Fenton! You let this boy out of his human sacrifice engagement with you right now!"

"His what with what?!" Danny screams back, only to have Sam walk around a blond woman and stomp on his foot. "Ow!"

"This a dick move, Danny! Tucker, come over here and tell him!"

His best friend appears only to punch him in the gut. "It's mess up, man! Tim didn't even know he was walking into a fae circle when he went to your apartment!"

"Stop hitting me! I don't even know what the hell is going on!" He yells, rubbing his bruised stomach.

Jazz crosses her arms and taps her foot. "Five. Four."

"Why are you counting?"

" Three. Two"

"Jazz, seriously, stop it."

"One. Zer-"

"I, High King Phantom, release Timothy Drake with no conditions!" He screams, cowering away. The runes on Tim's pants snap like broken chains. "Just please don't say zero!"

"That's what I thought." She says, nodding her head and then laughing. "I can't believe that still works on you. I'm sorry we didn't explain, but I wanted to get Tim out of danger as soon as possible. Tim was the first to find you when the Bats raided your house a week ago, looking for non-existing drugs. Phantom took over in a mate craze and tried to keep him along with Damian- er Robin- prisoners. "

"We all had to join forces to free them, but you were too powerful. You ripped a portal into the ghost zone and took them." Sam takes over giving Danny a stink eye. She always does hate when Danny slips away to the zone to avoid them. "Tim struck a deal with Phantom agreeing to be his human sacrifice/ husband in exchange for his brother's freedom while the rest of us tried to get to the zone."

Danny doesn't know what to say but feels his mouth moving. It's Phantom who answers. "Again, from the bottom of my heart. My bad. Really. I just wanted a baby."

Ellie chirps, "Baby fever is a medical condition Phantom. Don't sweat it."

"Maybe sweat it a little." A man shouts from beside the frozen Tim. The teenager is staring at Danny with a kind of worship looking upon a saint. And a lover. Danny blushes slightly. "You stole my baby brothers."

"Richard. I can not have this conversation again with you." Phantom rolls his eyes and fades back into Fenton as he powers down. "All I did to Tim was try to cover him in blankets, feed him and make him sleep. My human side wasn't even aware of things."

"Still not cool, Phantom. I thought Danny was going to retake him after this visit," Richard responds, pressing Tim into his side. "Even if it was just due to your mating season, don't repeat it."

Danny takes over with a raised brow. "Don't go into my lair during my mating season, then. Who had you snooping?"

"We did what we had to." Batman is notably less hostile now that the contract between Tim and Danny is broken. Danny considers his words and then nods. He gets that. He would have done the same if he thought some creep was luring the street kids into something dangerous.

"Danny," Tim says, approaching the halfa "Will you go on a date with me?"

"Drake! No!" A child screams from the crowd, but Danny can only see those gorgeous blue eyes, and something deep within him uncoils. Phantom settles in Danny's soul with a content sigh. It's found its mate, after all.

"Yes, I'll go on a date with you." Danny pauses. "You won't work at the bakery anymore, right? I can't date my employees. That's a power imbalance."

Tim laughs leaning in to press his lips against Danny's. The other human's outraged cries fade away as Danny melts against him. "How could I ever think I could resist you. You're too perfect. "

"Wait- what?" Danny blinks, but Tim shushes him with another kiss. Both ignore how the Bats leap in to pull them apart, or Team Phantom rushes to protect Danny and fight them off.

John Constante watches the two groups with a frown "So...no war?"

"I don't think so?" Zatanna responds, confused, while Raven watches impassively.

Danny was right. Come Monday, Andres is unbearable, but Tim comes over for lunch and a quick make-out session, so it's worth it. Manolo returns later that day to invite Danny to his school band performance. His mother is now on her way to recovery, finally allowing him to learn the flute.

All is well in Phantom Bakes.

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4)

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdpdabbles #dead tired #The bakery is a front!...right?#Part 5 #End #Tim sort of fell in love with Phantom #and with Danny #Danny wake up babe- a new Phantom lore dropped

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After all, they decided to spent their first Yule in New Asgard. Loki felt safe and comfortable, so he chose his frost giant form.

They spent all the time at fairs and festivals, tried every flavor of ale and different traditional sweets.

Shared their knowledge about Mistletoe.

(And kissed a lot, ofc)

Loki supported Mobius at the skating rink, cause it was his first time. In Loki's opinion, he did a great job.

And Mobius was able to find Loki the perfect gift: a toy made in the likeness of old toys, exactly like the one Frigga gave him when he was a child.

They spent all their time together as well as all future eternity.

They deserved it.

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jotun-design-party · 5 months

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So the idea I had is based on all the hairclips Loki has when presenting as femme is thats a thing that Jotun women and girls do. They decorate their hair with either gold or other shiny accessories. I just liked the idea of Loki having some connection to their heritage

i love the idea of them connecting themself with the community they were pulled from after they learn to accept themself

#headcanon #headcanons #jötun loki #jotun loki #jotun design party #loki of jotunheim #jotunn #jotun form #frost giant loki

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blackleatherjacketz · 6 months

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Frostbite

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Set before the events of Thor (2011). You’ve been having sex dreams about your friend Loki for weeks now. After your betrothal to another man, he gets jealous and lets you know he’s been having them, too.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Explicit Smut, Mature Content, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Sex Dreams, Sleep Walking, Dubious Consent, Confessions of Love/Lust, Asgard, Enchantment?, Kissing, Face-Grabbing, Groping, Possessive Loki, Jealousy, Loki Using His Frost Giant Powers To Go Down On You, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Bonus points if you catch my Hamilton reference.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Thank you to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for brainstorming this with me!

Read more Loki!

The crickets are well into their nocturnal symphony as the flames from the worn down torches illuminate the great hall. Their warm, amber glow radiates into the apertures and hallways that branch off from the main path, highlighting them just enough to guide your way. You can’t recall exactly what had awakened you from your slumber, or when you had left your chambers in the royal palace, but your feet somehow seem to know exactly where they’re taking you.

Just as one accepts an amount of false realities in their dreams, you can’t help but accept this blissfully hazy version of your friend graciously greeting you in his personal quarters. You’ve dreamt of him like this before; his face always a little blurry and the details a little bit fuzzy, but a few things about him remain the same. His scent as he draws you near, the flavor of his kiss and the way he cries out your name always seem to stick with you, haunting you well into your waking hours. These dreams have increased in frequency as time went on, eventually making it harder for you to look your beloved friend in the eye. You had almost resorted to ignoring him completely during your everyday life, anxiously awaiting your time together once you resigned again to the mansions of rest.

You can smell him again here and now as you walk in the twilight of consciousness, that deep crisp scent flooding your senses as his face slowly comes into focus, the sharp angles of his features more beautiful than ever in the wavering light of the torches.

Wait a minute, that’s never happened before.

“You’re really here.” His voice is clear and undistorted, yet softer than the one he puts on for Thor and Odin. This gentle timbre must be reserved only for you.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t…” You blink a few dozen times to try and focus your vision, squinting as you look around his bedroom to make sure that you are where you think you are. You can clearly see the ornate details carved into the furniture at your side, noting that none of the designs are shifting or blurring together like they often did in your slumber. “This isn’t a dream?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid.” He shakes his head blithely, a satisfied grin curling his lips upward as he approaches you.

“This time?” You ask, wondering how he could possibly know about the fantasies that kept you coated in a film of sweat beneath your covers at night. Has he been watching you? Reading your mind when you weren’t paying attention? Or is he merely toying with you like a cat would a mouse before biting into its neck?

“I’ve been having them, too, you know,” he starts, the deep collar of his nightshirt revealing a peek at his chest as he gets closer to you. “The dreams we dare not speak of.”

He knows. Your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach, tightening your insides as he stares at you expectantly. But wait a minute, did he just say…?

“I thought it was nothing more than a mere coincidence until you started to avoid me.” He touches a strand of hair that cascades down your shoulder, contrasting against the sheer material of your night dress that barely covers your naked form. “Until I noticed your cheeks flush scarlet at my gaze.”

You watch his eyes darken as they take you in, forcing those dreamlike feelings of longing to rush to the surface once more. That all too familiar moisture begins to pool between your thighs, triggered by the mere warmth of his touch as he slowly breathes in your scent.

“I don’t,” you try to protest, cheeks blushing again despite yourself as you try to find the right words, any words in fact, to defend your reaction. “I didn’t…”

“I wanted to see if it was more than just some misconstrued fantasy of mine,” he ignores your mindless bumbling, snaking his fingers through your locks up to the base of your neck. “And after tonight’s announcement, I knew I had to find out for myself.”

It’s all starting to make sense now, the sudden betrothal Odin had announced at dinner tonight had caught you both off guard, forcing you to glance up at each other in a shared, silent panic that you didn’t quite understand until now. You knew that this day was coming eventually, but you didn’t think it would be this soon; that a complete stranger would show up and derail your hidden feelings for your best friend whom you were secretly dreaming about for months now.

“I didn’t have any control over that,” you admit.

“I know that!” He spits, grabbing onto your face. His thumb and forefinger press your lips into a pucker as he all but picks you up and backs you up against the wall. A jealous shade of green flashes wildly in his eyes, nearly drowning out the icy blue in them entirely. “It’s maddening to think that he gets to taste you every night! Like he even knows how to please you, how to make you moan his name in every pitch on the scale after all that we’ve done together!”

All that you’ve done together? Your chest heaves as that twinge of jealousy turns to a dangerous hue of anger as he bares his teeth at you. “Loki, those were just dreams.”

“Were they?” His voice cracks for a split second as his lashes flutter against your cheek, his stifled breath hot on your lips as he holds you in place.

With your heart beating wildly against your rib cage, you recall the deeply manipulative nature of his powers, wondering just how coincidental these shared dreams actually were. Had he enchanted you into falling for him night after night, or were your romantic feelings there for him all along? As impossible as it is to say which came first, what you can tell Is how strong your feelings are for him right now, and what you can do about them in this moment.

You decide to close the gap between you by pressing your lips against his, feeling him willingly lean into your embrace as he loosens his grip on your face. All those dreams from all those nights have finally led up to this, his hands finally venturing down your shaking frame, surveying every curve of your body as he presses his against it. His fingers grasp at the linens of your dress, hurriedly pulling them up above your thighs as his tongue parts your hungry lips in order to taste in earnest what he’s been dreaming of for so long.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts you up, hoisting your hips onto his as he squeezes the muscles in your thighs to bring you even closer. He stumbles backwards with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands feeling their way up your backside as he fumbles against chairs and tables, desperately squeezing onto your cheeks. An ancient vase topples over in his attempt to guide both of you onto his bed, shattering into hundreds of pieces before he tosses you onto his bed with a force you hadn’t seen him use before.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says under his shortened breath, lifting up your skirts to needily massage your inner thighs. “For so long.”

“So have I.” The sight of him above you like this is absolutely unreal, the gravity of it not quite sinking into your brain as his fingers graze deftly over your needy center. In your dreams, this part always seemed to merge together with your inevitable climax, his groans mixing with yours in a cluster of images and sensations, the details never quite being laid out before you… until now.

A single strand of hair falls in front of his eyes as his fingers pass over the length of your swollen heat, taking their time to spread your lips apart as your hips instinctively roll toward him. He grins at your eagerness, dipping his head down just enough to blow his ice cold breath over your sex. It freezes your nerve endings in a prickly, tingling sensation you didn’t think possible, shocking you to your core. It forces your body to shiver, contracting your muscles in rapid succession as you hear him laugh mirthfully before dropping his head down even lower to lick a strip up your now frozen cunt.

“Loki!” You breathe out, limbs already shaking from his little parlor trick as the chill runs up your spine, hardening your nipples even more. Your teeth begin to chatter as he spreads your legs further apart, his saliva now warming your icy organ as every hair on your body stands on end.

“You look even more beautiful like this than in my dreams,” he huffs, his mouth finally melting the liquid barrier of your opening as he slides two fingers inside. His tongue dances over your bud as he pushes his digits in, working together in tandem to stimulate that internal organ as sparks of pleasure shoot up into your core.

“Oh gods,” you mumble, the shivering in your limbs finally calming down enough for you to reach down and stroke his hair as he enthusiastically thaws you out.

Those internal sparks come faster each time, speeding up as your convulsions from the ice die down, the two opposing forces balancing each other out as every sensitive nerve he touches inside you comes alive. You let your eyes fall shut as he bites down on your clit, adding yet another sensation to your nervous system as a needy whimper escapes your lips. He sucks your bud into his mouth, greedily tugging on it as he nibbles just hard enough to turn those sparks into flames. His ministrations send them blazing their way up through you as they light a path through your muscles into every layer of your skin, igniting them into the very tips of your fingernails and strands of your hair.

You cry out his name as your pleasure finally combusts, exploding into a giant firework of ecstasy as your body shivers and shakes despite the freezing cold that was there only moments ago. Your internal warmth vibrates within you as you instinctively clench down, pulling his fingers in even deeper as he relentlessly dines on your melting flesh, hungry eyes glancing up at you periodically as your bones rattle in delight.

Wow, you should have sleep walked into his bedroom a lot earlier.

“That never happened in the dream,” you jest, still shaking as your bliss gradually fizzles out.

“No,” he smirks, finally coming up for air with a sinister gaze. “Let’s make reality better than our dreams.”

He slithers up your body, his mouth leaving a messy trail of your juices on the fabric of your dress while what little remains glistens on his nose and chin. His hands peel your sleeves off your shoulders, exposing your breasts just before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He groans into it as your hands travel down his neck and back, massaging the muscles along his spine beneath his shirt as he tastes your skin. The twinge of his teeth on your nipples send your body into overdrive as your moans occur more often, growing in volume.

“You’re making so much noise and I’m not even inside you yet,” he chides, kissing his way up your chest and neck as your moans reverberate in your throat. He pecks at your chin and jawline as your body relaxes from the brief lack of stimuli, your hands smoothing their way up into his hairline as he finally kisses your lips. He tastes even better than before, his frosty tongue mixing with the tang of your arousal as he rhythmically thrusts his clothed erection between your legs, all but soaking through his night clothes.

“Wouldn’t want to wake Odin, now would we?” He chuckles haughtily into your kiss for a moment, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin as he slowly leans back from your embrace.

Your body yearns for him already, addicted to his touch as that short amount of time devoid of contact seems to last too long already. You watch him push his pants down past his hips, freeing himself from the only barrier left between you as your hands reach out, grazing up his biceps and over his shoulders as he crawls back on top of you.

“Only I get to ruin you like this,” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave as he grabs hold of himself, gliding the tip of his cock over your well spent cunt. “Not him, not anyone.”

You nod as he blinds you with pleasure, passing over your bud a few more times before pushing all the way in, filling you up without mercy. His girth stretches you out, his length hitting your cervix with each needy thrust up into you as he gives himself over to you again and again. His breath hitches as his mouth catches yours, his moans turning into whiny whimpers, nearly losing himself before sliding his arms beneath your thighs to push them up toward your chest.

“I want you to think of me every time he touches you.” His hips snap against your thighs, hitting that bundle of nerves at a delicious new angle as they promise another orgasm to rival the last. You want to wrap your thighs around his waist, to pull him in as close as possible in order to share the impending euphoria just as you had your dreams. But he continues to hold your legs in position up by your shoulders, straining your muscles as he keeps rocking into you. It triggers your body to convulse again as it nears the brink, the rhythm of his thrusts a little more desperate each time. “I want you to promise that you’ll always be mine.”

His efforts flip a switch inside you didn’t even know was there, encompassing you in a delightful ethereal glow that makes you feel as if you’re floating, levitating through all nine realms at once. It’s beyond exhilarating, washing away any other thought from your head besides him pumping mindlessly inside you. Nothing else seems to matter now; not Asgard, not Odin, not your betrothal… all that matters is Loki. All that matters is this.

Your skin tingles as he slides into your cunt at a much more frantic rate now, sweat dripping down his chest as his eyes roll back into his head, a sudden deep shade of blue flushing over his skin. A breathy growl rattles in his chest as he sheaths himself inside you faster, further, deeper before he comes undone and that blue tinge fades just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Promise me!” He collapses on top of you as he finishes spilling himself inside your walls, his chin tucked snugly into the base of your neck as he finally releases his grip on your thighs.

“I promise.” You kiss into his forehead, hearing him pant his way down to a regular rate. You can feel his heart beating against your own now, a detail your dreams never seemed to give you as his breath chills the skin behind your ear as he remains inside you. “I promise I’m yours.”

“Good,” he whispers softly, lazily tracing the outline of your face. “I’ll be sure to visit you in your dreams even after you get married.”

#loki #loki x reader #loki smut #tom hiddleston #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #loki x you

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hrefna-the-raven · 5 months

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Tome of fate - Vol. 2

Masterlist - Loki masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - Bonus chapter

Words: 1566

Warnings: torture (kind of)

Chapter 6

Loki's heart pounded in his chest as he dashed through the dimly lit halls of the palace, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. His mind was a chaotic mess, thoughts buzzing loudly, but constantly eluding his grasp. Panic welled up inside him, twisting his insides into knots. He burst into the palace library, desperately searching for something, anything, that could provide him with answers. It was then that he found you, standing in the center of the room. Your eyes were empty, devoid of any recognition as they met his gaze. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream and with a sudden horror, Loki noticed that one of your hands was tearing at your face.

His trembling voice tried to escape his lips, but only a faint echo filled the air, words reduced to whispers that failed to reach your ears. As the prince's eyes darted back and forth, while he watched in disbelief as your face began to peel away, revealing another underneath. The skin peeled back like a delicate veil, uncovering the face of Odr. The ground beneath Loki's feet began to tremble, twisting into unnatural patterns before vanishing. Loki fell within a black void, surrounded by nothing, a single phrase whispered through his mind in an endless loop. "The truth lies hidden within the poison..."

"I assure you, I have no idea what is going on with my son lately, he hasn't been himself", pleaded the Vanir king as he, Odin, and Laufey entered the chambers of the healer.

"What happened here?", inquired the Allfather upon seeing you and the Vanir healer being held captive by the guards.

"She attacked me!"

"You're a fraud!", you shouted back before addressing Laufey, "my King please let me prove it."

Laufey hesitated momentarily, contemplating the potential consequences, but eventually nodded. You had consistently demonstrated your honesty and loyalty, despite occasional mischievousness. You meant well and had never acted against him. With a flick of your hand, your seidr enveloped the Vanir healer. He winced and contorted, his fair skin gradually morphing into a dirty green hue, his ears elongating and curving backward, while ridges formed on his chin.

"A Skrull", the three kings exclaimed simultaneously in shock.

"And the poison is from a plant that grew on Skrullos", you explained conjuring an image of the plant.

Sómr's eyes widened as he saw the flower, recognising it instantly. He hurried to the table, swiftly gathering various ingredients and placing them into his mortar. With precision, he proceeded to crush and grind the components until they formed a delicate powder, which he carefully added to a small vial containing an assortment of oils. Completing the concoction, he gently applied the mixture onto Loki's wound, exhaling with relief as the dark colour slowly began to fade away.

"Your Majesty, the antidote is taking effect", Sómr respectfully bowed before Laufey, "but it will be up to the prince now if he wakes or not."

Laufey ordered the Skrull to be taken to the dungeon and dismissed everyone from the room, except for you.

"We need to talk princess", Laufey addressed you, motioning for Odin and the Vanir king to depart with the guards.

Once the doors were closed, Laufey placed his sizable hand on your shoulder and gestured for you to take a seat beside Loki.

"Try to reach him with your seidr, help him find his way back", his voice was trembling, "please."

You nodded in understanding, positioning your hand upon Loki's temple. A radiant green glow emanated from your touch as your eyes gently closed, and with a soft whisper, you called out his name, hoping to bring him back to consciousness.

Odr opened his mouth to say something but Odin's seidr threw him face first against the bars, keeping him in position.

"Allfather!", the Vanir king shrieked, "my son!"

"This is not your son", Odin's voice thundered throught the dungeon.

He waved his hand and Odr fell to the ground with a loud thud, whining and laughing manically as he underwent the same transformation as the healer.

"Speak Skrull!", the Allfather commanded, "why were you posing as Vanir royalty and tried to kill the prince of Jotunheim?"

"My name is Ch'ox", the Skrull huffed as he slowly rose to his feet, the taste of blood mingling with his defiance.

Ignoring the pain from his split lip, he locked eyes with the mighty Allfather and spat at his feet. Odin's face remained stoic, as if unaffected by the blatant disrespect. The Allfather opened the cell door, hurling Ch'ox out, his seidr seeped into the Skrull's body, causing him to wince in agony. Ch'ox futilely attempted to resist, but the pull of Odin's power was overwhelming and he ultimately surrendered, his tired and bloodshot eyes gazing upward.

"Speak!", Odin commanded again, his voice filled with authority.

With a heavy sigh, Ch'ox began to weave his tale. He explained how he had been chosen by a small group of exiled Skrull seeking to sow chaos and discord among the realms in order to take over. The Skrull revealed a web of deceit and a plan to ignite a war between Asgard and the other realms, using his false identity as a Vanir to achieve his sinister goals. As Ch'ox's words unfolded, Odin's mind raced with the realisation of the grave danger they all faced. The prince of Jotunheim had narrowly escaped the deadly poison, but the repercussions of the attempted assassination could have sparked a full-scale conflict, leading to unimaginable destruction if you hadn't unveiled the true identity of Odr.

"Where's my son?", the Vanir king demanded, a sob threatening to escape his lips.

"He was killed", Ch'ox shook his head, not daring to look at the king.

The silence in the room was deafening and Ch'ox's fate hung in the balance as he had failed to fulfill his purpose. The Allfather nodded, acknowledging the Skrull's cooperation but he would not guarantee the outcome of his fate just yet.

Loki couldn't remember how long he fell within the black void, despair gnawing at his soul. His mind tried to come up with an escape plan, but he felt as if he no longer was the master of his own thoughts. The whispers surrounding him grew louder, an endless buzzing noise tearing at his sanity. It was as if an army of invisible draugr were clawing at his mind, poisoning his every thought.

"Loki!"

Another voice faintly called out between the whispers. It sounded familiar, like he had heard it already, but where...

"Loki!"

The voice grew louder. It was soft and yet commanding, tugging at memories buried under thick layers of fog. As Loki's consciousness fought against the dark forces, he mustered up the last ounce of strength and cried out.

"Who are you?"

The answer came in a whisper, carried by a gentle breeze passing through the void.

"I am the one who loves you still."

Love. The word echoed through Loki's mind, a comfortable warmth spreading within his heart as images flashed before his eyes – duels fought, loved ones wheeping, the weight of broken hearts and twisted souls were dancing around him. And then he saw it, the face of a beautiful woman whom his heart craved to love again...he saw...you...

The prince gasped and screamed, eyes opening wide. His lungs burned as he tried to breathe in, the racing thoughts in his clouded mind taking too long to adjust and comprehend what happened. You jumped up beside the bed, your hands cupping Loki's cheeks gently. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you saw his eyes finally finding yours. In that moment, everything else faded away. The weight of the kingdom, the battle fought against the poison, all dissolved into insignificance. It was just you and him, connected by an unbreakable thread of love and devotion. His arms wrapped around your body, pulling you into a tight hug. The warmth of his embrace was proof that he had returned from the clutches of darkness, that he was back in your arms where he belonged.

"My beloved, you saved me", his voice was still coarse and weak as he spoke.

"My son", Laufey spoke from behind.

Loki's gaze wandered to his father, chuckling at the relieved smile that graced the King's face.

"Father", he nodded, finally releasing you from his hug.

It took weeks for Loki to recover fully from the poison but during all this time you remained by his side. The Allfather granted your request to remain with the prince in Utgardhall until the wedding ceremony, under the condition that the festivities would be held in Asgard. As Loki regained his strength, his mischievous smile, once lost in the depths of his illness, finally returned and his eyes sparkled with anticipation. The road to recovery had been long and arduous, but the love that bound the two of you together only grew stronger with each passing day.

As news of Loki's recovery reached Asgard, excitement filled the halls. Your family and the entire realm were eager to finally celebrate the bond between the prince of Jotunheim and the princess of Asgard. The grandeur of the event was the talk of the nine realms and preparations were made on a scale never seen before. With the grand day approaching rapidly, both, you and Loki, grew more and more nervous...

Wedding chapter (soon)

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moodboard by @chennqingg <3

The Most Beautiful Flower

Jotun!King!Loki x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: Some side effects of the pregnancy with the twins unlocked several body insecurities, causing your husband to think of a plan to cheer you up and convince you of your beauty.

Warnings: body insecurities, pregnancy stuff, suggestive smut, tooth rotting fluff, Loki being an absolute sweetheart and most loving, caring, supporting hubby ever, protective Loki, nudity

Word Count: 3,6k

a/n: This oneshot is based on a request @eleniblue had. 😊 Thank you for this, my friend! I hope you're going to like it! 😊

Ps. Chapter Two of 'Through the Years' will be posted on Thursday! 😁

Tags: @lady-rose-moon @huntress-artemiss @muddyorbsblr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @chennqingg @smolvenger @alexakeyloveloki @theaudacitytowrite @jennyggggrrr @asgards-princess-of-mischief @eleniblue @vanilla-daydreaming @loz-3 @valencia-rou @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @fictive-sl0th @bunny24sstuff @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @lovingchoices14 @linaax @mochie85 @goblingirlsarah @glitchquake @lokidbadguy @icytrickster17 @gruftiela @lulubelle814 @mandywholock1980 @november-rayne @chantsdemarins @simping-for-marvel @lou12346789 @aagn360 @lokiforever @anukulee @multifandom-worlds (Continuing in the comments!)

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You stood in front of the wide full-length mirror of yours and Loki's bedroom; looking at yourself. You had just taken a bath with the help of two maidens, but preferred to get fully dressed alone.

Yes... Being now nine months pregnant with Jotun twins was everything but easy. Your feet often hurt and were swollen. Your back ached from all the weight it had to carry. You also were so much more sensitive now. Especially to touch, of course - which could be great, but also annoying.

The worst of all, though, was that you were freezing even more! You didn't know that it was possible, but... Oh, it was. Only logical with two Frost Giant babies growing within you... There were nights when even Loki's body warmth wasn't enough to keep you from freezing. Several furs and blankets were needed, until you were practically wrapped up in a cocoon. And that was only the 'beginning'... The healers told you that it was quite possible for more 'side effects' to occur - and you still had about four months to go...

You looked with critical eyes over your body; seeing several stretch marks, water retention in your legs, swollen feet and even some small freezer burn marks - especially on your belly. Not to mention that you gained a lot of weight throughout this pregnancy.

You sighed; body insecurities kicking in. This is far from beautiful, you thought. This isn't how a queen should look like... You ran your hands down the bare skin of your lower back and over your big bump, which were your twins. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes; your mind planting even more dark thoughts within your brain. What if Loki won't find me attractive anymore? What if he thinks I'm ugly? The maelstrom of negativity pulled you deeper and deeper with no chances of escape. What if he won't bed me any-

Your train of thoughts got harshly interrupted by a pair of pleasantly warm hands, which landed on your hips and glided forwards to cup your growing bump. You gasped. Touch sensitivity.

"What's that frown on your face about, my love?" The deep, velvety timbre of your husband's voice urged to your ears. Combined with the kiss he bestowed upon your bare shoulder, caused goosebumps to form on your entire body.

You were about to answer, as one of your twins gave a nudge against Loki's palm, making the king chuckle. "Someone is enjoying the touch of their father," he stated; letting his one hand roam to feel for more movement of his offspring. "Seems like they are well and healthy. What did the healers say this morning, Flower?" You nodded and placed your hands on Loki's way bigger ones; enjoying the touch nevertheless. "They are, my love. Healthy and growing as they should." Loki inhaled the scent of your freshly washed hair and cleaned skin, before lowering his head to kiss your shoulder once again. "That is good to hear. I never had doubts, though. Not with such a strong, powerful woman being their mother." Your heart skipped of course a beat at his words - but the darkness lurked within your head still.

Loki lifted his lips from your skin with a soft pop, before he looked up to meet your eyes in the mirror. "Now, my queen... Tell me... What is that frown doing on the beautiful face of yours?"

You swallowed hard; tried desperately to suppress the upcoming tears. "Nothing, my king. I was just thinking." "Thinking? About what?" Your husband asked; pressing his tall frame against yours. You shook your head. You didn't want him to see how weak and vulnerable you were in this moment. You didn't want his pity. You should be strong... Be his warrior goddess. But you weren't.

"Nothing important, Loki," you lied and turned around in his embrace to give him a fake smile.

Your husband looked intensely at you for a moment; frowning. He sensed that something was off. He knew. He wasn't blind, neither stupid. But he also didn't want to pressure you into talking to him - so he played it off.

"Alright, my love."

Over the next days, the Jotun king made sure to always have an eye on you. Sure, he was already watching you like a hawk; barely leaving you alone. After all, you were carrying his children. His primal instinct left him no other choice than to look after his pregnant wife. And honestly? He wouldn't want it any other way. He must protect what was his.

Now, though, he watched you even closer; trying to figure out what exactly was bothering you - and he soon got his answer...

Some days, you were awake before him. Nothing unusual, but now that you were pregnant, it happened more often. Just like that day.

You were standing in front of the mirror - once more looking at your unattractive self. Usually, you did that when Loki was away and couldn't notice, but this time... You thought he was asleep, but unbeknownst to you, he wasn't...

Loki shifted inside the bed; arm reaching out to feel for you, but your side of the bed was cold and empty. She's already awake and up, the king thought. He was about to settle down again and continue to sleep, when he suddenly heard a heartbreaking sigh. Frowning, he turned on his back and blinked his eyes open. His bare abs clenched as he sat up; ruby eyes searching for the origin of said sigh. Then he saw you. Standing in front of the mirror; only dressed in undergarments. Your gaze was focused on a deep stretch mark on the side of your left hip. The moment Loki saw a tear running down the side of your face, he knew. It fell like scales from his eyes. It all made sense now. Your strange behaviour. Why you avoided his touch more often and hid your body from him; avoiding him seeing you naked.

The changes your body went through during pregnancy was bothering you. You were insecure.

His heart ached upon watching this; knowing exactly what you must be thinking. He wanted to jump up from the bed, run over to you and scream at you how utterly beautiful you were to him, but he knew he couldn't. You were clearly trying to hide this from him. If he would confront you now, you'd feel caught and probably even embarrassed. So, heavy-heartedly, Loki quietly laid back down; pretending to be asleep. But his mind was working; searching for a way to make those dreadful insecurities go away - and it didn't take him long to figure out a plan...

"My king, where are you taking me? I know you said it is a surprise - and I really don't wish to ruin this, but... My feet are hurting. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk much longer..." Your hand was entwined with Loki's, as he led you - carefully and slowly, blindfolded to somewhere only he knew.

He said he wanted to take you out a bit, but make it a surprise and not tell you where. Just the two of you. No guards. No interruptions. You agreed, of course; trusting him with your life.

"I know, my darling Flower. Apologies. We'll arrive soon," he said; squeezing your hand in a reassuring manner. Sure, you had a carriage for about half the way, but the rest had to be reached on foot. "Is everything else alright? Beside the aching feet?" Loki stopped for a moment, to check on your well-being. You nodded; smiling softly. "We're good, love." "Good." Loki pressed his lips against your forehead; kissing you softly.

"Let us walk on. We have almost reached our destination."

You couldn't deny, that you were quite curious about Loki's plans - and you really thought about it a lot. But you hadn't anticipated what was awaiting you, once the king announced that you had arrived...

"Are you ready, Y/N?" You nodded excitedly; free hand roaming your baby bump. "Yes!" "Alright." You felt how Loki let go of your hand and took a step closer to you; the ground rustling beneath his feet. "Brace yourself, Flower." He was audibly smiling, while he gently untied the blindfold on the back of your head. Once he did that, he stepped aside. "Open your eyes, my queen." You did, of course, causing a gasp immediately to leave your lips.

You were in the forest. But not on Jotunheim... This was Asgard. A big picnic blanket was spread out on the ground, with a lot of things to eat splayed out on top of it. Asgardian food. Your gaze travelled further. Behind the blanket, there was- "No way, Loki..." Your eyes widened. "You... You took me to-" Loki appeared in your field of view; smiling. "To our lake, yes." You felt how your eyes started to water immediately.

The little lake in the forests beside the Asgardian training camp. The lake where you and the king met; spend a lot of time in and falling helplessly in love with each other in the end. This small lake was a big and important part of yours and Loki's life. And now he had taken you there. It had been quite a few years since you lastly saw the lake. Too much was going on in both yours and Loki's life. Until now...

"Oh, my love this... This is amazing." You cried - happy tears. "It's so great to be here again. So many memories are connected to this place..." Loki nodded; wrapping you up in the tightest hug possible. "Indeed. I love being back here as well." "How do I deserve this? For you to take me here?" The king just shrugged his shoulders with a smile. "Does a man in love needs a reason to take out the woman he loves?"

Of course, Loki had his reason - but he didn't want to confront you with it just now.

"I-I suppose not," you answered; softly blushing at his charming words. "See? Now let's dig into the food, shall we? I'm starving."

After the delicious food the royal Asgardian kitchen of the palace had prepared for you was eaten, Loki had thought of a way to approach the body insecurities you had developed.

"Darling," Loki started; getting your attention. "It's a beautiful warm day today... Would you like to go for a swim?" The king noticed how your demeanour shifted immediately. You felt visibly uncomfortable; eyes widening. "A-A swim?" "Yes," Loki said with a smile; already starting to get rid of his armour and loincloth. Your eyes widened even more - if that was possible as you watched him getting naked. "Skinny dipping?" You squeaked up; almost shocked. "Sure, my love. It is how we met, isn't it?" He smiled smugly; giving you a smouldering look. "So... Are you joining me?" Your husband was about to get rid of the loincloth, covering his most private parts, when you stopped him. "L-Loki, stop, please, I-" He halted immediately in his movements; beautiful ruby eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.

"What is it, Flower?" "I-I-" You stammered out; not knowing what to say. "Nothing, I just..." Loki's eyebrows slanted; a soft expression taking over his face. "My queen... I know there's something wrong. I already knew it for days - weeks, even... I noticed. I'm not blind, darling. I just didn't pressure you into talking to me; hoping you'd probably come to me on your own, but..." He reached for your hand; gently taking it in his bigger one. "Please... Don't shut me out. Talk to me."

You sighed; bottom lip trembling dangerously. That was exactly what you wanted to prevent from happening - but well, you weren't able to. He had seen it. Now it was already too late anyway. Hiding was impossible.

"Please..." Loki whispered and lifted your chin gently with his thumb and forefinger. The touch causing a gasp to leave your lips; feeling the touch sensitivity once more.

"I-I'm afraid that... That you don't find me attractive anymore." With those words leaving your lips, Loki had been proven right. This was about your body insecurities.

"What? But why, my love? Why would I ever find you unattractive?" You blinked; trying again to suppress the tears. "Be-Because I've gained weight since I'm pregnant... I'm far from the beautiful and strong woman you married. I have stretch marks. I have swollen feet. There a water retention in my legs and even freezer-" Loki couldn't listen to this any longer. How you talked so ill of yourself. So, he intervened.

"Y/N, no. Let me me stop you right here," your husband said in a serious voice; his heart aching and bleeding. "Please don't talk like that about yourself. Please." "But-" He shook his head, interrupting you straight again. "No, my queen, you are listening to me now." Loki took both your hands in his now; making you look at him. "Your body is changing, yes - but... Flower... You are pregnant. It's normal for your body to change. It's natural." He stated softly; squeezing your hands. "And by the holy roots of Yggdrasil, please... Please don't think that I find you less attractive because of that. Norns, no! Quite the opposite... I find myself being more attracted towards you than ever before."

You blinked; unable to process his words. Could this be true? "W-What? You... What? H-How? I-I mean..."

"How?" Loki couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Darling, you are practically glowing! Your skin is so soft and sensitive. Every touch feels like an igniting spark. I love that you gained weight, because..." He started; hungry eyes wandering over your whole body. "Everything got bigger - and I mean that in the sexiest way possible." He winked - and you blushed. "Your bum got bigger - don't think I haven't noticed that, because I have." Another wink. "Your baby bump, of course. My two favourite ladies..." His eyes settled on your chest for a moment. "And those thighs... Look at them." Loki ran his palms up the sides of your legs, up to your hips. "Delicious. How could I not want you?"

You just stared at him, at a loss of words; listening to everything he said.

The king's ruby eyes were trained on your swollen stomach once more, "I don't care about stretch marks or freezer burn marks or water retention." hands following suit. "All I care about is yours and our children's well-being. Your body is performing a miracle, darling. You are growing our twins. Carrying and nurturing them. This is more than I could've ever asked for."

You weren't able to hold back your tears any longer. His words touched you deeply; were like balm for your wounded soul. "R-Really?" You stammered out; eyes searching his. Loki smiled; was towering above you by now. "Really. Every word I just spoke is true. You are truly the most beautiful woman in all the nine realms. My beautiful, unique, special flower."

You softly smiled at him through the tears; still a bit insecure, but not as much as you were before. Cupping your husband's cheeks, you pulled him down for a kiss - which he gladly returned; and you didn't let go of him. You kept your lips locked to his; needing all his love and attention. You literally took the king's breath away and at some point he desperately needed to breathe, so he let one hand wander to your side; fingertips gently starting to tickle you.

Due to the pregnancy you were more ticklish than before. Therefore caused your husband's small tickling attack your immediate retreat from his sinful lips to let out a hearty giggle.

"Loki, s-stop, I-" He just smirked; mischief sparkling in his ruby eyes. He started to tickle you even more, using his other hand too - until you were not just giggling, but laughing. "Lokiiii! P-Please, I-" "Only if you promise to not hide your beauty from me anymore and take a swim with me." "O-Ho-Hokay, I- I promise!" Loki stopped then; turning his tickling into caressing. "There you go, my love." He smiled lovingly down at you and bestowed another kiss upon your lips. "Now come." The king got rid of the last item of clothing which prevented him from being nude, then walked straight into the lake - giving you a delicious view of his glorious, peachy butt, firm, strong thighs and muscular back. You swallowed hard; trying desperately to not get impure thoughts right now.

He dipped underneath the water; getting his whole body wet, before he re-emerged; shaking the water out of his luscious raven curls. You bit your lip at the sight; thighs clenching together instantly. "Are you going to join me now, my queen? I promise, here is nobody but us. We are alone." You nodded; taking a deep breath and started to undress. Loki watched your every move; his eyes not leaving your body once again. You couldn't help but to blush under his stunning, deep ruby eyes.

Slowly, you moved to get up from the picnic blanket - which was a tricky task by now. "Shall I help you, Flower?" Loki asked; was ready to jump to your side immediately. "No, no, it's okay. I got it, my love." You reassured him and in the end made it to stand up.

Loki was watching you as you took careful steps towards the shore of the lake; a smile upon his lips. Being the gentleman he was, he helped you inside the water, of course.

"You look like a goddess, my love. Truly beautiful." "T-Thank you." You took his hand; letting him guide you into the lake. Loki's other hand was immediately on your hip to support you; helping you swim over to the familiar stones, on which you could lean onto. You placed your arms on the edge; supporting yourself. Loki swam up behind you; embracing you and resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"This is wonderful, Loki. Thank you for taking me here. I didn't realise how much I missed this place - until now." You felt him nodding. "Me too, Y/N. It's great to relive old memories here." "Mhm... Definitely. When I think back to when we met..." You started; giggling. "You were such a handsome, arrogant asshole - it drove me crazy how perfect, yet annoying you were." The king chuckled. "Well, I guess you are right. I was. I just didn't know how to get along with those sudden, strange feelings I harboured for you." "Understandable." Another chuckle. "I never thought I'd get you back after all that happened, but... Look at us now... We are married, the king and queen of Jotunheim and expecting offspring." "Crazy, isn't it?" Loki pulled you a little closer; planting several kisses on the wet skin of your neck. "Mhhh... Crazy but real."

Pleasant silence spread between the two of you. You were both just enjoying the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze rustling the trees and the sound of the nature around you; bathing in each other's proximity - until Loki broke the silence again...

He inhaled a deep breath; burying his nose in your hair. "You know what I'd love to do now, Flower?" You shook your head; completely unaware of the not so innocent thoughts ghosting through your husband's mind. "No, my king. Enlighten me, please?" Loki smirked - unbeknownst to you and lowered his head, only to press his soft lips against the shell of your ear. "I'd love to ravish you right here on that very stone, like I almost did on that very day a few years ago. Finish what I- we started. Can you remember, darling?" He whispered, causing a shiver to run down your spine; eyes widening.

Oh and how you remembered that day! After all, he had almost taken your innocence...

"O-Of course I remember." Your husband chuckled darkly, "Would you like that, my precious Flower? Making love for real this time? Without being afraid of getting caught while doing such a forbidden thing?" and pressed his hips up against your bottom; eliciting a soft moan from your lips. You felt how your brain fogged up; arousal flooding your veins. You turned around in his embrace; Y/E/C eyes literally dripping with want. "I-I would love to, m-my king."

You were about to dip your hand past the water surface and reach for the throbbing desire between his legs, when he suddenly reached for your hand; stopping you. You looked up, meeting his gaze. There was undeniable arousal in his rubies as well, but love and care overweight the lust - as if he had realised something. A switch in his head turned.

He shook his head; averting his eyes. "Apologies, my love, but I think we rather shouldn't do that."

You frowned at his words; your built up self-confidence almost crashing down again. Wasn't he the one who insisted this? Wasn't he the one who-

"I don't want to hurt you, you know - or Norns forbid, our children. You are nine months pregnant, Y/N. Making love on a stone beside a lake isn't perhaps the best option. Especially not for your back. You need to be comfortable - and a stone is the exact opposite."

You blinked. Oh...

Blushing, you nodded. "Perhaps, yes, my king." Loki smiled; pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. "Let's get you back home in our chambers and I promise you that I am going to show you tonight how attractive I think you are, sweet Flower. My queen needs to be thoroughly worshipped, like she deserves - and I hate that I wasn't able to do this in a long time, but tonight, I'm going to make up for it, darling, I swear by the holy roots of Yggdrasil."

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Something Real: Chapter Eight

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, smut

Summary: Loki and Reader have a date night 😈

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You were so excited.

It was date night for you and Loki.

Tonight Thor was coming to pick up the kids so you will have an empty house when you get home. You were currently getting dressed in one of your nicer dresses, it was all black and lacy with a deep cut down the front showing your ample breasts. You put on a necklace that laid in the middle of them that you’re sure will grab Loki’s attention.

You did your make up and hair, finally slipping on your shoes to walk out the bedroom door. You walk into the living room where the kids are watching tv and Loki is reading his book.

You walk to the table that had your purse on it, “is Thor here yet?” you ask.

All three of them look your direction.

“Whoa mommy! You look so pretty!” Narfi compliments you.

You smile, “Thank you baby.”

Loki stands from his seat and walks over to you, “cover your eyes boys.”

“Ewwww.” They both squeal.

Loki kisses you with so much passion your knees go weak, luckily he has his arm around you so you just lean on him a little more.

“You look beautiful darling.”

You blush, “thank you, have you heard from Thor?”

“Yes he should be here shortly.”

And as if you summoned him, Thor walked through the door.

“Sorry I’m a little late, y/n you look stunning.” He walks to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you Thor.” You smile at him sweetly.

“Alright alright enough ogling Thor, we must be off if we want to make it to our reservation in time.”

You smile at the brothers and moved to the kids to give them both hugs and kisses goodbye.

“Alright boys, behave.”

“Always!!” Vali looks over to you and then gives Thor a mischievous grin.

The boys grab their overnight bags and leave with their uncle while you and Loki leave to go to your dinner.

You were going to the nicest restaurant in New Asgard, you hadn’t had a reason to go there yet but now you do!

You get there and give the name for the reservation and are taken to a nice private table, flowers and a candle burning creating a romantic mood.

Loki pulls out your seat like the gentleman that he is, you have a seat and watch him walk over to his side of the table and have a seat himself.

You pull the silverware out of your napkin, place them down on the table and place the napkin on your lap. You can feel Loki watching you as you’re sitting there, paying attention to every move you made.

You decide to start conversation.

“So..” you say shyly.

“So…” he parrots, making you giggle.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous, we’ve been living together for about two months now. Sleeping in the same room for the last two weeks..I shouldn’t be so shy around you still..”

Loki smiles reassuringly at you, “you’re not the only one who feels nervous darling, but I must say I quite like it. The excitement of seeing you dressed so, knowing how I will peel that dress off of you later…”

“Hi my name is Maza, can I get you something to drink?” the waitress interrupts.

You order your wine while Loki orders a whiskey, the waitress leaves you to get your drinks and you take a look at the menu.

“Goodness, these prices are insane.”

“It is no matter darling, whatever you wish is yours.”

You look at him and smile, taking the hand that he has laying on the table in yours.

“Thank you Loki, this night is already so wonderful and it’s barely began.”

He holds your hand tighter and brings your knuckles to his lips, “only the best for you my heart.”, then he kisses the back of your hand without breaking eye contact.

“Ahem…what would you like to order?…”, your waitress interrupts again.

You snap out of the trance Loki had you in and look back to the menu.

You order your ridiculously expensive steak and Loki orders the duck, you continue the dinner talking about yourself and the boys, Loki sat there and hung on every word. He loved hearing about his children’s early years, laughing at the memories that you had of them learning different things…sometimes the hard way.

“I feel like I’ve been talking about me and the boys the whole time, tell me about how you’re doing. How’s Hogwarts?”

Loki rolls his eyes at your nickname for the little classes he does weekly for the magically gifted children of New Asgard.

“Very well, the children seem to be learning efficiently. It seems Grom wasn’t the most patient instructor.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you found something to keep you busy.”

He nods.

“I feel like you wish to ask me something else y/n…what is it?”

You take a moment, nervous to ask him your next question.

“…are you…happy?”

“Of course, is it not obvious?”

“I guess I still have those residual insecurities…I don’t know if I will ever feel like I am enough for you.”

Loki gets up from his seat and walks over to your side of the table, leans down and kisses you deeply.

“You silly girl.” That’s all he says and then walks back over to his side of the table.

Just as Loki took his seat the waitress comes back over, “some more drinks and dessert?”

“That sounds wonderful, thank you.”

You order the chocolate lava cake for you to share and excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You do your business and when you were walking back to your table you notice Val sitting at a table with a blonde woman…the woman turns slightly so you got a quick glance at her face… Sylvie?!…

You move in closer to get a better look, you weren’t going to be able to hear anything because of the volume of the other patrons of the restaurant but you could see if their facial expressions give anything away about what they’re talking about.

“I thought I was the sneaky one.”

You almost jump out of your skin,“AHH! Loki! I thought you were at the table!”, you whisper yell at him.

“I was…you were taking too long so I came to see what was keeping you. I never thought spying would be the reason. You truly know the way to my heart darling.”

“Shut up..can you make out what they’re saying?”

“Ask me nicely.”

You roll your eyes, “oh please God of Mischief, won’t you please help me betray our kings privacy.”

“Ohh darling, keep talking like that I’ll take you here in this establishment.” He rubs on your ass from behind you.

“Stop it. What are they saying?”

He smiles at you and then looks over to the two women.

His eyes open in shocked surprised, “oh…oh my..darling..are you sure you wish to know?”

“Yesss!! Please Loki I’m dying!!”

“It seems our King and Sylvie have been…getting to know each other..intimately..”

“Huh?...ohhh!!!!”

“Yes it seems they are planning on who is going to be in charge in the bedroom tonight.”

“Oh boy..they must be going to Val’s house to meet up, I’m sure Thor would’ve told us if Val had been over to see Sylvie for …visits…”

“Yes I imagine my brother would’ve as you say spilled the beans by now. He was never good at keeping a secret.”

“We should get back to our table, our cake is probably there.”

“Mmm yes, I am curious to see this lava cake..how does one not injure themselves eating such a volatile element?”

“It’s not real lava Loki” you say with a chuckle.

“Well forgive me darling, some of these names for things on your world confuse me.” He smiles at your giggles.

You get back to your table and your cake arrives when you take your seats.

You cut the cake open with your spoon and watch the warm chocolate slowly pour out of the center of the cake. You take a bit of the vanilla ice cream and some of the cake and put in on a spoon and reach it out to Loki. He opens his mouth and you feed him the dessert, he closes his eyes and moans from the flavors and then he opens his eyes and licks the spoon sinfully.

“Mmm delicious darling. Would you be opposed to taking this home with us? I have something else I would like to pair with this.”

“Oh? And whats that?”

“You darling..“

“Well then I guess we should get the check.”

You motion over to the waitress and she brings your check, you go to take out your purse but Loki stops you and takes out a wad of cash from his pocket.

“Where the hell did that come from?!”

“I’m still a Prince darling…”

“Ah.”

Loki walks over to your chair and pulls it out so you can stand, he takes your hand in his and moves you both toward the exit of the restaurant. You happen to pass Val and Sylvie‘s table and Loki can’t help himself, “have a great night ladies..” he gives them a knowing smile and a wink.

“Alright you, let’s go.” You tug at his hand to get him out of the restaurant before he can pester Val and Sylvie more.

“Ready to go home?” You ask him.

“Most definitely.”

Loki create a portal to your home and as soon as you walk through the door Loki picks you up and plants you on the kitchen counter.

You start to make out and the flavor from the whiskey and chocolate cake mixed with the flavor of Loki was making you ravenous.

He stops kissing you, “darling, a moment..”

He reaches over and he moves to open the to go box that had your chocolate cake in it. He takes his finger and gets some of the sweet chocolate icing on his finger and runs it down the middle of your breasts.

He licks up the chocolate and moans, “Mmm..it tastes just as good as I thought it would.”

He spreads your legs and takes the chocolate again on his finger, this time he rubs it all over your pussy.

Loki gets on his knees and starts to lick and suck your pussy clean.

“Ohh fuckkk…Loki…”

You can feel his tongue enter you and feel him move in and out until he felt you were ready for him to use his fingers on you. He slips one in and you quickly adjust so he enters in a second one.

“Loki..I’m getting close…”

“Cum on my fingers y/n, do it..”

Like it has many times before, his words trigger your orgasm and you ride his hand until the glorious feeling subsided.

You were so sated and relaxed that you yelped when Loki quickly took you off the counter and moved to the bedroom.

He throws you on the bed, you’re giggling from the excitement of what’s coming.

He lays down next to you on his back and moves your body so you are straddling him, he takes his hands and he touches the spot in between your breasts, playing with the jewel hanging there.

“I want you to ride me.”

You go to take off your dress but he stops you, “no darling, I want to see you ride me with that dress on. Once I am satisfied I will remove it, understood?”

“Yes daddy.” You lean down to kiss him, balancing your hands on his still clothed chest but then in an instant you feel warm flesh underneath you. He had removed all of his clothing with magic, so now you can feel his hard naked cock waiting to be encompassed by your hot pussy. You can feel him twitching with anticipation from being inside you so you don’t make him wait any longer.

You move up slightly and you slowly sit on his hard cock.

“Fuuuckkk…oh my sweet girl…I will never grow tired of the feeling of you taking all of my cock..”

“You feel so good baby..” you start moving slowly, creating a sensual rhythm. He’s panting and grabbing at your dress so tightly you can feel and hear the lace of the dress tear. After a little while of keeping that pace you can feel Loki start to move underneath you so you pick it up a little bit. Eventually you are bouncing up and down on his cock, both of you a moaning mess, his hands have now found themselves under your ass helping you maintain your movement.

“Fuck…darling…fuck…yes…keep going…don’t stop…fuckk..”

You can feel yourself start to get hot, “Loki please, can I take the dress off?”

“Are you overheated my heart?”

You can barely speak so you just nod you head and whimper.

“Oh my love”, do you trust me?”

“Always..” you breathlessly respond.

He removes your dress slowly, “I’ll have to repair what damage I have done to your dress, I want to see you in this again.” He throws the dress onto the chair next to the bed and leans up on his elbows, his face so close to yours.

“Are you still hot darling?”

“Yes daddy, I’m burning.”

He looks at your for a beat and then you see his eyes turn red and skin slowly turn blue.

His eyes are showing some fear in them, like he was afraid you were going to bolt from him.

You grab him by the face and kissed him slow and passionately. You wanted to show him that you loved this side of him just as much as the other. You break the kiss and start kissing his face and licking his jotun markings, enjoying the feeling of his cool skin on your tongue.

You kiss him all over his body, lick every single groove of his markings alll the way down to his big blue cock standing proudly and leaking beautifully from the tip.

You take him in your hand, you can feel the slickness from your juices still on him and without breaking eye contact you lick him. You wanted to show him that he didn’t need to hide this side of himself, that you loved him unconditionally.

His moans and heavy breathing gave you more confidence so you take him into your mouth.

Loki nearly shoots off the bed, your hot mouth bringing him close to his end.

“Fuck! I will not last if you keep sucking me like this darling…fuck..”

You release him with a pop, “how do you want to cum baby?” You ask him breathlessly.

“With you cumming on my cock…” he sits up and moves you so you are sitting in his lap again, his back resting against headboard.

He helps you adjust moving your legs so you are straddling him and again you slowly guide yourself back on his cock. His jotun form making him bigger than before and mixed with the cold from him made you feel sensations you had never felt before.

Even while you were on Asgard with him all of those years ago he never changed into his jotun form in front of you. To be honest the first time you had seen his jotun heritage in person was from seeing the boys change. You always wanted them to feel a comfort with that side of themselves that Loki never did, so the fact that he is making love to you this way was blowing your mind.

“I’m going to cum daddy, your cock feels so good in my pussy.”

“Yes my heart, cum with me…”

Loki grabs your hips and again helps you move up and down, your hands braced on his shoulders for support. The position that you were in had Loki’s face close to yours so you took advantage of that gave him a passionate kiss, you poured every ounce of your love into it.

Loki breaks the kiss and stares at you, moaning and breathing heavy.

“I’m cumming y/n..I’m cumming…fuck..I….”

You can feel him start to pulsate and then the his cold cum filling you, the sensations you were feeling drove you to your orgasm.

“Fuck daddy! Yes! Loki! Yes!”

You slowly come to a stop on top of him and you can feel the change in temperature on his skin, you look up and see his green eyes.

“You’re amazing my darling girl.”

“Back atcha babe.”

You fall to his chest exhausted, he lifts you up to take you to the bathroom so you can get ready for bed.

Once done, you both get back in bed and cuddle until you both fall in a deep sleep.

~~The following morning~~

You wake from the morning rays peaking through your window, the boys would be home soon so you wanted to make sure you were up and ready for them.

Loki was already out of bed so you go to the bathroom and get ready for your day. You walk out to the living room and still don’t see Loki so you go to the kitchen…still no Loki.

You go to the backyard and see him there working out, you silently make your way out there and have a seat in one of the lounge chairs just enjoying the view.

He finally notices your presence, “good morning darling, sleep well.”

“Oh yes.. you?”

“Very well darling, last night felt like a dream.”

“Yea it did.” You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him kissing him slowly.

“Ahem…”

You break the kiss and turn around to see Thor standing there with Narfi and Vali,

all three with smiles on their faces. You gently separate from Loki, “hey guys! Did you have fun at Uncle Thor’s house?”

They nod their heads and give you sweet smiles, they both run towards you and Loki giving you both big welcoming hugs.

“Why don’t you guys get your stuff put away and then we can relax in the living room together? You can tell us about your night with Uncle Thor..” you suggest.

“Ok mom!” Vali takes his brothers hand and they both run inside, you take the opportunity to question Thor about what you saw at the restaurant last night.

“Hey Thor?…”

“Yes sister?..”

“Have you noticed anything…new about Sylvie?”

He looks over at Loki to see if he could get help from his brother but honestly he should’ve known better, so he looks back to you.

“Umm..no…not really..she spends a lot of time either in her chambers or out..”

“Do you know where she goes? Who she goes with?”, you ask.

Thor looks at you nervously, “no..I did not think to ask…is everything alright?”

Loki interrupts, “you have a variant of me living in your home and you didn’t think it was a good idea to keep an eye on her whereabouts?”

“I didn’t realize my life’s purpose was to be your babysitter brother. I enjoy watching the twins but I did not realize you expected me to watch your variants as well..one of you is enough to keep track of.”, Thor argues back.

“Alright enough you two..Thor, we saw Sylvie last night at the restaurant on a…date..”

“A date? With whom?”

You open your mouth to tell him but Loki again interrupts, “I don’t think you deserve to know.”

Thor rolls his eyes at Loki and looks to you knowing you would answer him, “Val.”

Thor’s eyes open in shock, “what?! Seriously?!”

It was Loki’s turn to roll his eyes, “very, it didn’t seem like their first one either, they were very…comfortable with each other.”

“Wow…well I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any new developments.”

“With your good eye I hope?”, Loki teases.

Thor doesn’t respond he just uses Stormbreaker to summon the Bifrost to go home and away from his agitating brother.

You shake your head, “he literally lives like a 10 minute walk from here…”

“You know him, he loves his dramatics.”

You look up at him, “must run in the family..”

You don’t give him the chance to respond to your dig, you turn around and make your way back to the house.

“Heyy!!!”, you hear Loki exclaim has you make it to the door.

To be continued…

A/N: Enjoy the fun and play…while it lasts…. I’ll apologize in advance now…😬

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