#i mean he swallowed odin i guess
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free my boy he ain’t do nothin wrong
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I am kind, not Complacent chpt 1,{next}
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Heimdall gow x fém! Reader
hi all, this is a Heimdall x reader fic that I was inspired to write thanks to the very kind and talented @engardeitsme I want to thank you for reading my draft and encouraging me to share this with people.
synopsis: You are a little goddess of peace, alone for so long, fearing interacting with the outside world may just make things worse. odin hears of your existence and finds that you may be of use to him, but what will happen when he finds out that peace to you means freedom and fighting for what's right? what will he do as you, just a child, turn his allies against him? turn his son against him?
the reader will be a child for a few chapters, mute at times (spoilers) and the first few chapters will also be a back story before the events of Ragnorok, but we will get there as it is based on the game's plot! aka: Don't worry, there will be some adult pining as well, maybe smut??( idk what I'm doing) and you will see Atreus and Mimir, and Kratos and the rest of our found family.
please enjoy and let me know if you like this and want more because my plan is to write a pretty long story with multiple chapters and I enjoy positive enforcement :..)
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“Excuse me?” a timid voice whispered from the large wooden chest being hoisted between two winged warriors. The moonlight of Vaneheim shone through the keyhole, and YN could only guess the direction they were headed from her memory of the woods. She knocked on the inside of the box on the side of one of her captors. “E-excuse me?” she mumbled a bit louder, “ Um, where are we going? You shouldn’t take me too close to people. And I-it’s starting to feel a bit cramped in here-” A slam came from her left, cutting her off with a start and she held her breath.
“Shut your mouth, Serpent Tongue.” A voice of the Valkerie on her left boomed. YN sighed through her nose and sat silently, her little fingers squeezing into fists and resting on her thighs as she curled up tighter into the cramped chest. Her heart shuttered the farther they got away from her camp, and she could only hope that wherever she was going, she would be able to talk her way out of it and go back to solitude. It was best that way.
Suddenly, the marching of the two Valkeries stopped, and the rushing sound of wind and the screeching of ravens rang in YN’s ears.
The chest rattled, and sweeping darkness fluttered over the moon’s light streaming through the keyhole. YN shut her eyes tightly, covering her ears as the screeching and wings got louder and louder until suddenly there was silence. Not eery, or deafening, but somehow suddenly calm and warm. YN slowly uncovered her ears, willing her eyes to open even slightly. A warm stream of candlelight and the sweet smell of juniper berries and oak came from the keyhole. She slowly rolled onto her knees and peeked out to see where she had been taken. The room was vast and stacked from floor to ceiling with books. Scrolls lay sprawled across a large wooden desk, and she could hear a fire crackling to the left. The screeching of a chair’s legs against the wood floor took her attention, and as she tried to peek at who it was, she gasped; the chest being dropped about a foot onto the floor.
“All-father,” the Valkyries stood rigidly at attention, “We have captured the girl, as requested.” The bottom half of a blue robe, embroidered in intricate golden threads and beading was all YN could see come into view and she swallowed thickly as he stood only a few feet from where she was.
“Wha- she’s in there? The poor thing must be terrified, let her out at once!” He commanded, knocking on the top of the chest, “ I’m so sorry, dear child!” Odin apologized as the Valkyrie on the right unlocked the chest and both Valkyries lifted the top open. Inside, YN winced at the sudden flood of light and hid her face in her hands. Odin crouched down gently, resting his hands on the edge of the box. He waited patiently for the little girl to raise her head, peeking slightly at the man who just smiled down at her. “ I’m so sorry, child. I sent my valkyries because I knew they could be trusted with bringing you here unharmed, but I suppose I forgot to explain that you were to be treated as a guest,” he glared at one, “and not a suspect.” he glared at the other. They stayed unmoving, staring straight ahead. He sighed and turned his attention back to the little girl in the chest. “ You are here now, though, and you are safe now.” He said finally, reaching out a hand for her to grab. She stared at him for a moment and down at his hand, before slowly grabbing it and allowing him to help her from the chest.
“Thank you…” she whispered finally as she got her footing on the wood floor. She still couldn’t look away from their hands as she spoke again. “Am I… in trouble? I apologize if I’ve done anything to upset you.” she froze at the sudden booming laughter of the man in front of her.
“ Trouble? Of course not, sweet girl. But you are very well-spoken, may I just say!”
“Thank you, sir.”
“ You may call me All-Father.” he offered with a pat on her hand. She nodded apprehensively but responded in any case.
“Thank you, All-Father. You may call me YN,” she said instead, bowing a bit lower. Odin tutted and tucked a finder under the girl's chin, making their eyes meet.
“ Now, now. None of that.” he stood tall and with a wave of his hand, the Valkeries dismissed themselves, and YN and Odin were left alone in his study. Odin turned to walk back behind his desk and took a seat, ushering the girl to sit in front of him. She obliged, crawling onto the large chair and letting her feet dangle off the floor, barely able to see Odin over the desk. The man chuckled softly and leaned in closer, resting his elbows on a stack of scrolls. “Do you know why you’re here, YN?”
She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, sir. But I hope I can help in some way, so that I may return home. It is best you keep me away from others.” Odin chuckled again, pointing at her.
“That. That’s why—quite the negotiator. You are very well-spoken, YN, and you are so small. Did your family teach you such good manners?” he questioned, already knowing the answer.
“No sir, my family passed away long ago, I’ve been on my own for a bit now.”
“Hm… and how long is a bit?”
“ 3 years in the spring, sir,” she said a bit too quickly. She had been counting every day she had been alone since she could remember. She was truly just a tot when it happened. Only remembering the screams and the flame of her village burning to the ground. She remembered sobbing over her mother’s corpse and promising to never let any needless bloodshed happen again. She didn’t realize her grief was so strong it had cursed her with immortality and the responsibility to hold up her end of the bargain. And though she tried her best to learn and meditate, no one took a little girl asking them to stop fighting seriously. Godly rage in the hands of an emotional child caused more harm than good, turning entire civilizations into mindless drones. No bloodshed, but no soul either. She went into hiding soon after, thinking it better for people to fight for what they believed in, rather than being complacent.
“And you don’t look a day over 12 years.” Odin broke her out of deep thought and she only nodded.
“My… aging has slowed since my family has passed...” She spoke slowly, starting to understand the circumstances.”... you know who I am, don’t you, sir? What I am…” She simply watched as Odin stroked his beard, seeming to ponder what to say next.
“ I do…you are the young goddess of logic, strategy, protection…peace. You seek nothing but peace… And do you know who I am?” He questioned. YN paused for a moment, looking around the room before meeting his gaze once again, “ You are someone important… but I do not know beyond that, I am sorry…” Odin nodded again.
“ I am Odin, the All-Father. Kind of the Asir Gods. it is my job to protect Asgard and the rest of the 9 realms.”
“Odin…” The girl let the name linger on her tongue and realization made her go ridged. “Yes… Yes, I have heard of Odin… are we in Asgard? I thought it wasn’t allowed for people like me.”Odin laughed at this, shaking his head in amusement.
“Yes for our protection I have closed us off from the other realms. But you are a guest. You’ve been alone for a long time.” He stated.
“Yes, sir. I know nothing much outside of Vaneheim, and I have spent little time talking to people enough to understand what is happening in the realms. The easiest way to keep peace for me… is to keep space…”
“Mmh…” he hummed, hinting he wanted some elaboration. The girl nodded and continued,
“ I have found that when I speak… when I speak with people and I’m not careful… they become, uhm… empty?” she tried the word on her tongue, “they don’t act the same. Like ghosts just passing by each other. There is no war or hunger… but there is also no life…” she explained, starting to lose her train of thought. “I just don’t know what I’m doing…” she whispers finally. Odin nods and straightens himself to look down at YN.
“ I’ve been keeping my eye on you for a while, dear child. You seemed so alone, it was heartbreaking…Are you lonely?”
“Yes.” She spoke, without hesitation, not even quite realizing her own words until they rang in her ears. She stiffened in realization, but slowly relaxed into her seat, fidgeting with her hands. “Yes, I am…I don’t run into people much… and Skoll and Hati are a great company, but I miss… I miss my family…” she all but whispered at last, her lip quivering as she came to the realization this was the longest conversation she’s had in nearly 50 years. A blink of an eye in her immortal life, but long and unbearable just the same. She was, after all, only a child. Odin took a moment to listen and let the girl sit in silence before standing up slowly and walking up to her before crouching at her side.
“ I have been watching over you… and how deeply you care for every breathing creature around you so much that you find the strength to stay away is something deeply admirable. You are a very powerful, YN. And I think if you stayed here with me… I would be able to help you use your power to help Asgard build strong connections with all the realms, to create peace everywhere, without fear that you may be manipulating people with your words.”
YN looked up to meet Odin’s gaze and rubbed a tear welling up in her eye. The idea that she may be able to help so many people. May be able to stop needless bloodshed. And to do so without taking away people's free will. It made her heart thrum with hope for the first time in years.
“You think you can teach me?” she asked softly, rubbing under her nose. Odin smiled, resting his withered hand on her head. “Teach me to help people? To help build relationships and… and keep their souls whole?”
“With my help?” Odin asked dramatically, “ Absolutely.”
YN’s heart pumped fast in her chest and she couldn't stop herself from throwing her little arms around Odin’s neck, pressing her teary eyes into his shoulder. He stiffened, staring at the girl clinging to him, before relaxing with a chuckle and patting her back. She knew better than to trust strangers, but for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone.
“We will talk more soon, but now it is late. Let me show you to your room, There is a hot meal waiting for you, and we don’t want it to get cold now, do we?” He held her at arm's length by the shoulders and helped her whip her tears with the end of his robe. She could only nod as she tried to subside her gently sobbing and Odin stood tall, guiding her with a gentle hand on her head to the upstairs level of the lodge. It was mostly quiet, with gentle murmurs coming from a room here or there. The candlelight felt so calming and YN took this moment to just take in the grandness of the lodge.
“ It’s so big…” she whispered. Odin snickered and ruffled her hair.
“I suppose it is, isn’t it?” he stopped in front of a large oak door at the end of the hall with gold inlay and burnt carvings. He swung the door open to reveal and gently lit the room, Simple yes, but to YN? It was the picture of comfort. I fireplace in one corner, a large queen bed in the other piled with a stack of fine furs with a corner table. A bowl of stew steamed and being cooled by a light breeze flowing through the window. Finally, her eyes landed on two shelves, one full of books and one full of weapons.
“Weapons?” she looked at them quizzically. Odin simply nodded as he led her to her bed, pulling the small table closer so she could start eating.
“ yes. You will be taught to hone your brains, but every Asgardian god must learn to fight. It’s an unfortunate precaution. But it’s because I care so deeply for my family.” YN, swallowing a piping mouthful and staring at Odin with eyes wide as dinner plates.
“Family… me?”
Odin just smiled in return leaning town to tuck a stray hair behind the girl’s ear and kissing the top of her head.
“Get some rest, sweet girl.” With that, Odin walked to the door and bowed before taking his leave. As he shut the door and turned, he could see piercing pink eyes staring from the room across the way. “Heimdall?” he questioned, and was met by the embarrassed gasp of the little boy who had been caught red-handed. Odin sauntered over to the door and the door opened wider, revealing a young boy who looked about twelve, with a mop of golden blond hair and bright rosy sapphire eyes, freckles showing in the candlelight. The boy bowed deeply.
“I’m sorry, All father. I heard noises…different ones I mean.” He stated, not looking his father in the eyes. He seemed to wince now and then, as a barrage of noises and conversations pounded into his ears. Odin patted his head lightly and Heimdall looked up, trying not to show his nervousness. “Who is that girl?”
“A guest, Heimdall. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“A guest… do you think she can be trusted, All-father?” Heimdall looked nervously beyond his father’s figure, staring at the door and listening to what could be happening. There was the clinking of a spoon hitting the bottom of a bowl, the crackle of a dying fire, and a soft hum that seemed to soothe his trembling the more he focused on it. He looked back as his father chortled.
“ I suppose I’ll leave that up to you. She can be of great use to us as a mediator, and she seems eager to help if it means she can learn her powers. But only time will tell.” Heimdall nodded, wringing his hands together nervously as he spoke up again.
“ Do you think… we could be friends, All-Father?”
“Friends? My boy, I’m sorry but I can’t have you getting too distracted. It would be best if you could read her mind and be done with it. If only you were improving faster.” He tsked and Heimdall lowered his head.
“And besides,” Odin continued, “ She will have her own studies to focus on.” Heimdall’s shoulders drooped at the answer and he nodded, meekly. Odin sighed, pinching his temple in slight annoyance before putting on another smile and resting a hand on his Son’s shoulder. “Listen… I will introduce you two, and maybe I can have you two do some combat training here or there. This will allow you the opportunity to learn more about her; do some intel work for me, hm? But you have a very important role to fulfill, Heimdall, I can’t let you lose sight of that. Alright?” Heimdall perked up slightly and nodded.
“Yes, All-father. Thank you, All-father. I promise I won’t get distracted,” he bowed deeply and retreated behind his bedroom door. “Good night, All-Father.”
Heimdall spun from the door, his little bare feet carrying him to his bed where he tucked himself into his furs. He would learn more about the girl with the soft voice tomorrow.
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YN woke to the sound of bustling outside her door. She rubbed her eyes, listening to the heavy footfalls of leather boots and the clatter of daggers and axes dangling off belts. She took in the noise of people talking and shouting down the hall, the sound of sparing outside her window, and what sounded like staff calling out to each other while running errands. She rubbed her tired eyes, stretched her arms high above her head, and flopped deeper into the furs, opening her eyes to look at the ceiling. The more she listened, the more it made her nervous; the thought she was so close to so many people. Her lips pressed tight, she sighed through her nose to ease her nerves.
“ Just don’t try to fix anything…” She mumbled to herself. She didn’t know where she was and how long she would be here, and though Odin had been welcoming and explained that being locked in the chest was a gross misunderstanding, she couldn’t shake a feeling of unnerve hidden under the warmth she felt being in a soft bed and being fed kind words. She learned long ago to never trust first impressions, but being paranoid wouldn’t help either. She felt her body start to shiver but caught herself, frowning and smacking her cheeks lightly to knock out the nerves. “Everything will be fine.”
“Who are you talking to?”
“Ah!” she yelped and sprang up from her bed to see a maid had made herself comfortable in YN’s room. The maid paid no mind to the girl’s scream, simply walking over to the window to open it, letting a cool breeze in.
“I was wondering when you would finally wake up. Goodness, I only checked five different times this morning! The whole lodge is awake now and you are supposed to be at the training grounds in 30 minutes!” She was an older woman; round and soft with a simple dress that skated across the floor and a tattered apron covered in what looked like coffee stains and dust. She had rough brown hair with lightened streaks that showed her age. Crow's feet pulled at the corners of her eyes and she had permanent worry marks on her forehead. Despite that and her fast pace, she gave off a comforting aura that made YN feel safe. She hustled about, grabbing a shirt and a pair of trousers from a wooden cabinet, she set them on the bed and the girl's feet. “My name is Maliorn; you can call me Mal, Do not call me “maid” or I will smack you,” she warned. “Quickly now, grab these and come with me. I need to get you in the bath and dressed in 20 minutes.”
“Oh, ok, but-whoa!” The maid ushered her out of the hall and pushed her towards a grand bathroom. “W-wait I’m sorry I don’t understand can I at least-” YN yelped as she was shoved yet again.
“No time, we are far too behind for questions. Hurry, hurry, hurry!” YN felt eyes around staring at her, most likely because she was an unfamiliar face being corralled into a bath and trying and failing to get a word in. Before the maid slammed the door, YN saw bright pink eyes stare back into hers, the boy’s shoulders shaking in laughter at her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she couldn’t do much but hide her face in her clothes. Mal huffed as YN simply froze and ushered her to the bath. “None of that now. I wouldn’t have to rush you if you had just woken up earlier. Clothes off please.”
“I didn’t know I needed to, I’ve never had a schedule before,” YN explained, pulling her nightshirt off over her head. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”
“Just Mal, dear,” Mal stated, picking YN up from under her arms and dropping her into the bath. YN gasped, shivering and trying to crawl out before Mal pushed her back and poured a pitcher of ice-cold water onto her head, grabbing shampoo.
“It’s f-freezing!” YN whined, shaking like a leaf as Mal pulled her sopping hair from her face and scrubbed any grime from it.
“Tch, well it would have been warm if you were awake when I drew it.” Mal teased with a smile, pouring another pitcher of water to wash the suds out. After a more thorough scrub down than YN would have liked, Mal pulled her out of the bath, tossing her a soft towel. “Hurry and get dressed. If you are quick you may be able to grab some bread from the great hall before I take you to the training grounds. Do NOT,” mal pointed a finger at the girls forehead “ go to the great hall alone. Find me and I will get you something to eat.” With that, Mal slipped out of the room, most likely to run off and take care of her other duties while she waited for YN to get dressed. The girl finally took the first deep breath since she woke up and pulled on her black trousers and green tunic, tying in the back around her waist to stop any bunching. She used leather straps to tighten the cloth of her shirt to her wrists, as well as her trousers around her ankles. She wrapped a final piece around her hair into a ponytail and ran off to try and find Mal.
YN ended up wandering into the great hall, The smell of fresh bread and lingonberry jam, sausage and lamb roast, porridge and honey, and even sweet almond cakes made her mouth water. She followed it to a main table, crowded by people nearly stacked on top of each other. Warriors in the morning were desperate to eat their fill before going off to train, and as a result, there were stronger warriors at the forefront hoarding food while others pushed against the table to grab at anything they could find. This caused fresh loaves, cakes, butter, and jam jars to topple off the table in a waste, causing more problems of ‘I was going to eat that!’ and ‘You owe me a new pair of boots, worm!’.
YN was able to dissect the entire situation and how it could be fixed, but shook her head. ‘No’ she thought ‘I can’t intervene on my first day. I just need to grab something and leave.’ With that, YN tried her best to squeeze between the crowds of people swarming the table to get some food. She huffed and tried again to move past the large lumbering bodies, her heart beating faster as the crowd’s shouting made her lose her bearings. She started to panic at the yelling and lack of space and gasped as she was grabbed by the hair and yanked to the side.
“Oy, I’m not done yet, vermin.” A man sneered down at her, his face caked in the oils of sausage links and jam. He spoke with his mouth full, sputtering food, and cackled as YN whipped her face from flying crumbs before turning back to his food. YN scowled, feeling something primal bubble up deep inside her. Letting her frustration get the better of her, YN took a deep breath before tugging on the leg of the einherjar who had grabbed her not a moment ago. He whipped around at her, snarling in annoyance.
“What do you want, you little rat?” the man sneered. YN blinked her big eyes and smiled up shyly at the hulk of a man.
“I’m very sorry, sir, but I’m having some trouble getting to the food table. Don’t you think it would be better if everyone simply took turns grabbing what they needed and then taking a seat?” Her voice seemed to echo and carry through the great hall like a song, and the shouting and clamoring started to quiet as people listened to her “suggestion”. The man in front of YN seemed to get clouded vision as he nodded slowly, his features relaxing as he finally swallowed his food and moved to the side so she could get to the table, others following suit, humming in agreement at the suggestion. The girl smiled and grabbed a loaf of warm bread, breaking it open and watching the steam ripple from the inside. She hummed as she slathered it with butter and jam and folded it back closed. Turning back, she bowed slightly at the crowd slowly surrounding her.
“Thank you, now I will take my leave and let someone else go. See? Isn’t that much better?” the girl asked with a smile, going to suck some jam off her thumb.
“Yes… You are right. So sorry, goddess…” She froze at the title, her thumb still in her mouth. She quickly popped it out and shook her head. ‘I did it again…’ she thought in a panic. YN swallowed thickly and waved her hands in the air.
“N-nevermind! It was a dumb idea, do what you want!” In a split second everyone seemed to regain their senses. The warrior she had spoken to blinked back his foggy haze and focused back down at her, glaring.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? I wasn’t done eating yet, you little runt!” She gasped as he reached out his arm to snatch at her, and yelped when she was suddenly pulled by her scruff from the crowd. She was all but dragged outside and whipped around to a panicked Mal, who grabbed her face and scanned her body.
“My goodness, are you alright?!” Mal sighed as the girl nodded and then put on a scowl. “I thought I told you to come find me. The great hall is no place for you to be going alone, they’re all animals in there. ESPECIALLY in the mornings! The bunch of heathens.” Mal scolded YN until she noticed the girl's shy form looking meakly down at her bread. She sighed and patted her head before putting a hand on her back and leading her towards the training ground. “Now now, no use crying over spilled milk. I’m glad you got something to eat, you’ll need it. Hurry and wolf that down while you can.” YN nodded and took a bite of her breakfast, humming at the soft texture of the bread and sweet jam. She looked towards the training grounds and focused on a small boy, about her age. His golden hair shimmered in the morning sun as he moved swiftly against his opponent, a large lumbering man with fiery red hair. The boy turned, feeling YN’s eyes on him, scowled as he met her gaze. The girl frowned in return. ‘What’s his problem?’ she thought, suddenly feeling anxious at having to interact with someone who held such obvious disdain on his face.
Heimdall clicked his tongue as he focused more on her, trying to hear her thoughts, but couldn’t focus when they were so far apart. He didn’t pay enough attention to dodge a blow to the back of the head from the man he was sparing.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, glaring up at his brother, “ Hey, I wasn’t ready!” he snapped. The young man rolled his eyes, tossing his hammer lazily in his hand. He was nearly seven feet tall and still growing. His hair was tied back in two braids and a bun, and the scruff of his beard was just long enough for a single short braid.
“Pay attention, brat. I have more important things to do than teach you how to swing a sword around. The least you could do is pay attention,” he looked down at Heimdall and smirked, “and stop making it so obvious you’re trying to read minds. It’s pathetic.” Heimdall gritted his teeth.
“I’m already more useful than you, Thor. All you’re good for is throwing your weight around!” he snapped back. Thor stopped tossing his hammer and instead harshly held it under his brother’s chin, making him strain to look up at him.
“Better than being a sniveling little monster who can’t even use his gifts without sobbing like a baby. Should I tell All-Father about a few nights back? When you wept for hours because “it was just too loud to sleep~” Thor made a mocking whimper as he impersonated Heimdall and his last episode. Heimdall shivered at the mention of the All-Father and what he would do if he found out Heimdall had been crying from the voices in his head again. Thor continued, “At least I do what I was made for. I can fight, and you can barely do that.”
“Yes, I can!”
“Oh yeah?” Thor looked over at the girl coming closer to the training ground. Odin had already told him he was going to be given another brat to babysit and was dreading it until now. He smirked as he looked back down at Heimdall. “That little runt has probably never fought in her life. I bet you can’t even beat her.” Heimdall looked back towards the girl and then up at his brother.
“Is that a wager?” he smirked. Thor snorted.
“Sure. if you can best her, I’ll tell Father you’ve been improving much faster these past few days. If you can’t beat her, then…” Thor strokes his beard as he ponders a punishment then shrugs, “I’ll tell the All-Father about your most recent tantrum.” Heimdall’s eyes widened and he shook his head.
“You can’t be serious!”Thor simply stood straight and crossed his arms.
“I mean, if you don’t think you can do it-”
“Of course, I can!” the boy snapped, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Thor snickered and held out his hand.
“It's a bet then.” Heimdall scowled and put his little hand in his brother's. He wasn’t going to lose to some little girl from who knows where. He was an Aseir prince. And no one would know about the things that keep him up at night. Not even the All-Father.
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Okay, this is like a continuation of two of my theories and I'm wondering if I'm onto something.
So I wondered if the count could have originally been a werewolf based on the fact that he seems to have always been immortal, gear saying that his kind has a technique to seperate a part of their spirit from them while pointing at his earing, that earing looking pretty similar to the pendants the count had on his necklace that seemed to contain the demons (probably sins he seperated from himself) and werewolves apparently being able to create descendants by sharing their life force with humans which apparently gives them and their human descendants special powers, just like the count letting humans drink his blood turned them into mages.
Now the only werewolf we've met so far is (neu)gear hatiwelt, a reference to the wolf hati in norse mythology who swallows the moon during ragnarok (doom of the gods). We even see gear use a technique that allowed him to temporarily swallow the red moon the antagonist have created to aid in the ritual:
In norse mythology hati also has a twin brother though, skalli, who swallows the sun during ragnarok. Could the count play the role of skalli? The preparations for the ritual to bring back the count did kind of block out the sun in tokyo, causing temperatures to drop and snow to fall in summer. Ragnarok too is preceded by a cruel winter:
The C3 tokyo branch uses characters from norse mythology for codenames, which makes it interesting to speculate if some characters in servamp will have a similar fate to their counterparts in ragnarok.
Ragnarok starts with the death of balder, a son of odin, caused by the deception of loki, the trickster.
Shuhei is called loki as a nickname by izuna, but shuhei is more like heimdall, the god of foreknowledge who has excellent eyes. Shuhei's ability to prepare for even unlikely situations is a recurring joke and his hawkeye ability allows him to see far and even through walls.
I think we can all agree that in reality the role of loki the trickster falls on mikuni. He lies, he cheats and tricks to get what he wants, he's charismatic and clever. Before he starts the ritual/ragnarok he kills tsurugi/balder:
This has already happened so the question is if the other characters will suffer a similar fate to their norse counterparts as well.
In ragnarok loki and heimdall end up killing each other, but while shuhei's and mikuni's relationship is complicated and at times antagonistic I don't really see them killing each other, but maybe shuhei will fight a mikuni clone and kill him and be injured by him.
Other important figures in ragnarok are odin and his son thor.
We have no official character with the codename odin, but I think odin and touma might be linked.
Touma is currently wearing an eyepatch, meaning he's one-eyed like the wise allfather odin, who sacrificed one of his eyes for knowledge. Say what you want about touma, but he is smart and came close to figuring out how the ritual to create a servamp worked. Balder is odin's son and while they refer to each other as brothers touma and tsurugi's dynamic is somewhere between being father and son and brothers. Odin is also the father of thor and with both jun and tooru too injured to fight and mjölnir now in mahiru's hands I think mahiru can be counted as the new thor and unlike jun or tooru he is touma's/odin's son.
Odin and thor both die during ragnarok. Odin is swallowed by fenrir (a giant wolf and son of loki) while thor battles with jormungandre, a giant serpent, slaying the snake, but dying from the snake's poison only a few moments later.
So we don't know who fenrir could be. If he's not skalli maybe the count is fenrir? In some versions it's fenrir who swallows the sun, so I guess he could simply be both.
But maybe whatever I assume mikuni wants to do with tsurugi's corpse will turn him into fenrir? He did seem to want the corpse to be left as intact as possible:
and the corpse was gone when mikado woke up again, leaving only the blood behind. Tsurugi's character is also strongly linked to wolves, so turning him into fenris and having him fight/kill odin/touma would make narrative sense.
Mahiru on the other hand might end up fighting jeje/mikuni. Jeje is currently captured and mikuni was literally called a snake by higan in the most recent chapter so I guess mikuni counts as a snake alone too, but of course mikuni could go and free jeje and fight together with him against mahiru.
Mahiru is against killing, so I doubt he would slay mikuni on purpose, but there are also a bunch of mikuni clones running around right now that NEED to be killed so he could end up using lethal methods on the real mikuni by mistake I guess. Or he simply defeats him and/or jeje through other means. What I'm more worried about is that despite his victory thor dies from the snake's poison only a few moments later.
Thor is also not the only character mahiru has been linked to that dies at the end of the story from the poison of a snake. It's subtle, but both when mahiru was in kuro's mind the first time and later when mahiru and tsurugi's spirits talked with each after touma had shot mahiru he spent some time in a desert with a crashed airplane:
Which is a reference to "the little prince" by antoine de saint-exupéry, a novella that ends with the little prince getting bitten by a snake after the snake promised him it would bring him back to his home planet.
So...will mahiru win the fight, but still die? Hopefully he can be saved from that fate.
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I’m really curious about kaleidoscope and blank paper! Maybe you can pick one for me? (Or both, both is good.)
Ohoho, so one is Dreamling, and the other is actually an old attempt at a FrostIron fanfiction I never finished because it was before I "properly" started writing. I can give you both :)
Kaleidoscope - Hob takes Daniel out to dinner
“You look very nice.”
“Thank you. You as well.”
Hob gave an awkward laugh. “I’ve been told that I clean up nicely if I make an effort. Thanks.”
Daniel hummed and gave him a small smile, his eyes soft around the edges. “You’ve always been very handsome, Hob. You don’t strike me as a man who cares what others think. Why the sudden self-consciousness?”
Hob inhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair. He suppressed the urge to tuck on his ear.
“Well, it’s you, you know? You’re,” he swallowed again around the lump stuck in his throat, “you’re beautiful. People are looking at you and think you’re a model or some star from telly, and I’m just some guy in a suit.”
It was a nice suit, to be fair, slate-grey and well-cut, but Hob still felt like people would surely see how far out of his league Daniel was. Part of him preened itself on the knowledge that Dream was here with him of all people, because he wanted to be. A different part waited anxiously for the other shoe to drop, for Daniel to stand up and disappear, to realise that Hob was just a man, nothing special, and not worthy of his time.
Daniel frowned.
“Hob. You are more than ‘just some guy’. You cannot know, but these people,” he looked around at the other guests of the restaurant, a lot of them trying to unobtrusively stare at them, “can you guess what their daydreams look like right now?”
Hob snorted.
“I can guess, alright.”
Daniel, glittering like a beautiful snowflake, a prince among peasants, smiling at them over one shoulder, granting them a touch, maybe even a kiss-
Hob stopped his train of thought, heat rushing through him. Daniel’s eyes glinted like cut emeralds and Hob could have sworn he saw him blush the tiniest bit.
Blank Paper - a FrostIron (Loki/Tony) story set after Avengers. Loki, about to be exiled to Midgard without his powers, has annoyed Odin into smacking him so hard with Gungnir that he loses his memory
“Can you tell me your name?” the man asked. He opened his mouth to reply – but didn't know how to answer. He frowned. His name? His name...
“I...” he croaked, searching for words in the depth of his mind. Everything was still so dark, and empty. He felt... empty.
“I don't... know...”
It felt as if he had forgotten something terribly important, but he couldn't grasp it. Like a vast black mirror his mind stretched out around him, and all that he could see in its reflection was himself, only the outline of a person in the darkness, hollow, empty, alone.
He started to shiver, felt nausea overtaking him, the pain in his head suddenly increasing, making it reel. He let his eyes fall closed again. He wanted to sleep. But the man wouldn't let him.
“Hey, wake up. You have to stay awake. Come on, look at me. Hey!”
A calloused big hand cradled his cheek, slapping it slightly to make him open his eyes again. He obeyed and looked up at the young blonde again.
“You probably have a concussion, it might cause serious damage to your brain if you fall asleep now. So don't,” he heard him say, and thought that that sounded like a good reason to stay awake. But he was so tired... “Tell... me...” he managed to croak out, “tell me what... happened...”
“Um, well... you, you just appeared out of nowhere, like, like a shooting star or something, and you crashed into our backyard...” the man started explaining, gesticulating wildly to illustrate his words.
“I, uh, I know this sounds crazy but, you kinda crash-landed right into our camp fire, and we had to, uh, drag your burning ass from the flames. I mean, have you ever heard of something like that, man? Where did you come from, did you fall from a plane or something?”
He slowly tried to take in all that the man had said, tried making sense of it, but he didn't understand it more than the other. He blinked a few times, trying to stay awake. He fell...? Yes, there was something there that he remembered, the sensation of falling, falling through darkness... but why? Falling from where? He shook his head lightly in irritation and almost immediately regretted it as his head started to spin violently again.
“I... I don't remember.. anything.”
There would follow a kind of coffeeshop AU-esque story with an amnesiac Loki serving Tony Stark coffee, who almost has a heart attack and a fit and then tries to figure out what happened together with Loki but I never got that far haha
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Ah if you’re doing lore for fics, could u do it for Brothers of Frost (my beloved) —thot-son-of-odin
always still doing fic lore! :)
I have literally not looked at his fic since the day I posted it. So this will be interesting I guess.
The basis of this fic was actually based off of an idea for an original story my sister had, where countries traded heirs so that way they would stop fighting. I honestly don't even remember what the original request was so I'm not sure how badly I altered it.
I remember very vividly how much writing from Odin's POV made me feel frustrated because like, usually i just consider him to be an a-hole, but I couldn't do that from his pov and I needed him to be a good dad so I had to compromise a bit.
LORE FOR BROTHERS OF FROST <- LINK TO STORY
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"Frigga's hand rests on his shoulder, and Odin lifts his gaze to his wife gratefully, raising his hand to gently hold her fingers between his own. She has always been attuned to him, able to read his face like an open book despite his best efforts to dissemble."
This position has always struck me as really intimate when partners do this. <3
Also I really must have just discovered the word dissemble, because when I was doing a different fic lore I saw it and was like ??? galaxy WHY. Because like, it means what I think it means in this context, there are just so many better words to use. Sometimes eyes are just eyes, yknow?
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"The word of a Jotunn is never trustworthy."
oh and I'm spelling jotun weird. okay. Also. My man. my guy. my dude. Your xenophobia is showing and your frost giant son is literally two feet away from you.
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"his feet giving tittering taps against the ground in a rhythm that is familiar to him."
...tittering taps? what on earth--?
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"He casts a look at the boy, long blond hair is tucked into a messy ponytail with loose strands coming to hang around a thin face. He carries muscles, but it is meager compared to other children his age and it does not seem to hold well onto his gaunt body. He is tucked into furs, but they do not seem to be warm enough for the brittle edge of Jotunheim."
fun fact!! @thot-son-of-odin drew fanart of this:
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"She releases his hand and moves forward slowly, though Thor flinches to it. Wide blue eyes swing up to meet the golden blonde's and his fists clench at his sides, as though preparing for a fight."
Hypervigilance from being raised in a society that loathes him. Thor was bullied and beaten up frequently.
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"Thor barely comes up to her shoulder, and Odin can see the stiff surprise in his expression."
Guess who is receiving the first hug in their life that they can remember?
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Thor lifts his eyes towards him, "I'm…" He murmurs in a shaky common-tongue. He swallows, "I'm…"
thor was going to say "i'm going to pass out", but frigga interrupted him.
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"Hello, Thor," he says in a small voice, "you're well, I trust."
"I'm…" Thor repeats helplessly, then clenches his fists tightly, "yes. Of course...Thank you."
Just realized that Thor is meeting the person that he was traded for and he's probably having mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, Loki is smol, on the other, Loki stole his life.
Thor was also going to say he was going to pass out. The boy does not know how to cite his needs.
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Odin bites sharply at his inner cheek before sharing a helpless look with his wife and rests a hand on Thor's shoulder, pretending to ignore his flinch.
Guess who is NOT used to contact that isn't intended to hurt??
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Odin guides Thor through the palace, but the slightest noise or abrupt movement makes him flinch and draw in closer to himself. He seems terrified of everything and Odin is not quite sure what to do with this information
Yeah, guess who grew up in the middle of Jotunheim streets and like. Did not see people and color? This is literally Thor's first experience with Asgard that he remembers and everything is loud and he hates it.
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Thor asks no questions. He hardly speaks except when asked a question, instead opting to stare at everything.
GUESS WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE COMMON TONGUE THAT WELL BECAUSE NO ONE FREAKING TAUGHT HIM?
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When they at last make it to the royal family's wing, Thor's eyes widen with wonder. The personal rooms are adjoined in the middle with a large sitting room, a private kitchen (Frigga has always loved to cook and not even her royal status is going to stop that), and a small nook that Odin has turned into a library since he moved in here with Frigga.
Galaxy's Quest To Ignore/Explain Away Servants Continues!
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Odin laughs with the others and rejoices, but notices with painful realization that Thor has shrunk further into himself and is barely picking at the food on his plate
GUESS WHo--i'm kidding. thor hasn't ever been to a party before. Everything is STILL LOUD.
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Loki keeps attempting to start conversations with him (which shows the blond's true lack of talking desires if Loki, who hates initiating talking, has to start first), but Thor isn't responding.
"lack of talking desires" GALAXY WHY IS THIS--
Thor still doesn't understand the common tongue that well. Loki might as well be speaking gibberish.
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Thor was always to return and take that responsibility. Asgard was never meant to be Loki's. It does not quell his fury to realize how many believed he'd simply sentenced his firstborn son to death.
my man my guy my dude. you didn't. even think about that a little bit? Laufey could have just outright killed Thor. And then you wouldn't have an heir. Also kind of messed up that Odin's immediate solution to this is to dump the throne onto Thor once he came back. Like. HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GOING TO GO?
okay. good news guys, even when I try to write Odin as a good parent he still sucks. It's just in his nature.
I still cannot believe that Laufey didn't even want Loki back. Like BRO--
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To recompense this, they asked Sir Borison, head of the nobility's school, to have him take a placement test. He wasn't drastically behind others his age, but he does not bare Loki's genius. Odin is not unhappy with this, he is pleased Thor understands what he can.
i'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. Sir Borison is the name I always give Loki and Thor's tutor and it's because it's literally sir boring-son. Yes, I have the sense of humor of a ten-year-old.
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His common-tongue is often choppy, as if he did not spend enough time speaking or learning it, and the fact it did not hinder him in the testing was impressive in of itself.
YEAH. CAUSE HE TAUGHT HIMSELF HOW TO READ.
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Thor is not so much of Jotunheim's that he does not feel.
OH MY GOSH THE XENOPHOBIA. DUDE. LOKI IS RIGHT THERE.
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"I not want—" Thor starts, then clenches his fists, "please not make me be attended to by healer." Why is there such reluctance? Surely the boy must know that they intend him no harm. He is safe here. Asgard will always be safe for him.
I literally don't remember why Thor doesn't want to go to a healer, but I am so here for this. What's going on baby boy? :(
Also the failing speech patterns are just *Chef's kiss*
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"Father!" Loki cries, coming up to the other side of the desk and slamming his hands against the surface. "I want a new brother!"
*rolls eyes fondly* oh my gosh you big dramatic baby.
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It is hard to see Jotunheim in him when he's shy and stumbles over his words, but this? This is the culture he knows best. The one that Thor cannot keep if Odin is to make him king. If Thor is to recover from the years he spent as Laufey's.
I'm so annoyed with thim right now. A because MORE XENOPHOBIA AND LOKI IS STILL RIGHT THERE and b...dude. Thor has been there for like ONE WEEK. How is he supposed to have recovered by now???? And what does "recovered" even mean? That he acts more like Asgardians? LIke? Odin has put in zero (0) effort into helping Thor, but expects him to be all better anyway.
I'm just asdfkjas;dflkajs;df
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Sir Utlison's gaze flicks up to him, almost as if guilty before admitting, lowly: "He's...reckless. Dangerous. You must know this, he is a tool that Laufey created. A intelligencer. Why do you believe he was sent with no escort?"
I am banging my head against a wall. A spy. Just SAY SPY. An EYE IS SOMETIMES JUST AN EYE.
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Thor's eyes lose their anger, replaced with a tired defeat. "Fandral hit Loki hard enough to make him bleed. I hit him enough to make him regret it."
THOR. MY CHILD. MY BABY. YOU HAVE KNOWN LOKI THREE WEEKS AND YOU'RE ALREADY BEATING UP HIS BULLIES. <3
SOMEONE NEEDS TO BEAT UP YOURS NOW
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Thor's head whips up and he jerks slightly, "Wait! Please! I lost control of my temper and I'm sorry, I swear on my honour I'm sorry, but please don't lock me in the room!"
Oh.
Oh.
Right. Forgot about that. Okay. Yeah.
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"...yes. The King was never pleased with anything I did. He was always angry. Sometimes he'd hit me, but I was to small and fast. They were always making fun of me and I hated it. No one liked me, but they pretended they did. I tried to do the things that they wanted, but I was always cold, sick, and they hated me for it. The King—Laufey would punish me by throwing me in the room and I hated it. I didn't like dark. It was always cold, All-Father, and I just wanted to be warm."
You know. Isolation in the dark and cold is probably one of the worst long-term psychologically damaging things I can think of. Good job, Laufey, you messed up a perfectly good child.
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Thor squeezes his eyes shut, "Fandral's gang of idiots. That's-that's why Loki hit him first. Then Fand-ral hit him back and called him the hiccup of the family and that he wouldn't underssstand because of that, and I was so angry. Loki's mean, but he's my brother. All-all of them hate me and they said that you do to and that you want to send me b-b-back."
I FORGOT ABOUT THAT TOO.
I literally love how in any reincarnation of them, Thor and Loki are still ride or die siblings. AND SOMEONE HIT THOR'S BULLY BACk!!!
(I DO NOT ENCOURAGE NOR CONDONE VIOLENCE)
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Startled, but not surprised, Odin assigns Loki to the task as well to keep the four boys from strangling each other.
maybe, consider this, you could have an adult supervise them instead of an actual child, sir?
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There's a book between their legs from where they're sitting on the floor and Loki points at something on the page.
"What's this letter?"
""E"?" Thor questions, looking up for confirmation.
Loki shakes his head, "No, that's "Æ", this is "E"." He points somewhere else on the book. Thor makes a little humming noise of agreement.
Odin's stomach jerks.
Thor never learned how to read from the Jotunns.
There's just something really really sweet to me about the idea of Loki putting together that Thor can't read and then going "well i guess I'm just going to fix that" and then Thor trusting him enough to let him help. I love these two so much.
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Loki gives him a look, but it's softer this time, "Worry not," he reassures, releasing Thor's hand, "you should really think about drawing the Dejorunn Mountains, they're beautiful at this time of year. Sir Borison said that he was going to take my class up to see them, but Astrid slipped and got her dress all dirty and she cried for a long time, Brother, it was at least three minutes, and then Brosn fell down and broke his ankle so the trip was cancelled. Do you want to see them with me? Father said he would take me, but he's been busy and he might let us go if you ask—" no, he wouldn't, they're too dangerous. When they're older, maybe, "—and I would love to drink from the Waterfall of Kings. You would, too, I think."
Loki learning with Thor's anxiety and helping Thor with it and Thor letting him help and this 'verse is SO GOOD. I'm very proud of myself. I did a great job, lol.
I always think of this as like. The devil's fic. Like on my list of fics I hate this is below that. But it's actually really good??? like. Yeah it's got some rough spots and Odin is STILL horrible, but overall I would write a follow-up one-shot, which is kind of my basis on how much I hate something, XD
thank you so much for this ask. It gave me a little boost of confidence.
LINK TO STORY <-
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heimdall/oc 4 you know the girlie!
“Listen, you care more than I do. All I ask is that you find out how she got here, and the way’s stopped up. Besides that– by all means. Go. Go to her. Do what you want.”
“All-Father, what if there’s more of her?”
“What did I just say? It’s your job to make sure there isn’t. I’m dealing with quite enough trying to keep the world from ending, if you hadn’t noticed!”
“...Very well.”
“Come back when you’ve gotten it out of your system.”
Heimdall wanted to rip off every inch of his skin. He stopped two steps outside the Lodge, an icy breeze on his hot skin, and stood perfectly still– breathing in and out, in and out.
Would Odin ever believe him as much as he believed those who lacked his insight? If he lost his perception, grew stupid, maybe then the All-Father would listen!
It didn’t matter. He was dealing with a second offense: apparently, he had known. It was one of Odin’s ravens that perched and looked at him, that night. That saw him neglecting his duties. The watchman of the Aesir. His most reliable! He couldn’t even get a damn answer.
All-Father was right. He needed someplace to put the tension before it killed him. It wouldn’t be a sword or a spear, no. He would just explode eventually.
“You,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Are never going to get that. Out of me.”
What, like Thor? Like Baldur? Every soul in Asgard knew how hard Baldur had tried to feel. Every woman in Asgard was probably counting their blessings that Sif had sacrificed herself for their lives. All-Father, he wanted to say: I have been so normal, so well-balanced, that if you ruin this for me, I will present the parts of me that fall off from overuse wrapped in ribbon at your feet.
He was cold as death and hot as shame. His hands clenched down on his arms, crossed over his chest like a swaddled babe, and he could imagine his brows cast a fierce shadow down over his face.
“Something wrong, Heimdall?”
It rose like bile. He swallowed down the murder, the massacre, and opened his eyes to meet… Thrud.
“Is something wrong?” he repeated, and craned his stiff neck to take in the sky. “I don’t see why there would be. It’s as good a day as any. Better than we’re likely to get for… quite a while, really. Why do you ask?”
“I figured you were just talking to Grandfather. Alone. You don’t do a lot of thinking here in the middle of town.”
He looked deep into her eyes. Smug, as usual. She figured she could bother him here, in front of the Lodge.
“I was, actually. Talking to the All-father… alone. And I’m sure you can guess, given that it was a private discussion, that the matter we discussed was also private.”
“Are you finally getting fixed?”
Oh, he did not want to deal with this now.
“Hm. Why don’t you try and spot what’s different about Asgard? Consider it… Valkyrie training.”
Thrud’s eyebrows raised… then she sensed the opportunity to blame him for something, and she smiled. “Gladly.” Off she went on her little half-march.
Now: where was the wallflower?
He stood very, very still again, and barely breathed. He closed his eyes and focused his hearing, listening for the double-thump that called back the memory of two syllables forming his name.
The scuffling of the Einherjar he could filter out. The gods were usually doing something besides… well, standing there. But he didn’t have to listen to find from what direction he heard a lonely heartbeat: no, he could smell it.
Black feathers gathered around him. In a storm of wings, Heimdall was gone from the Lodge and here at the hiding-place.
“There it is,” he announced.
And so there it was. Midha’s secret stash. A cloth pouch, paper inside it, and inside that, what he could only assume was some type of dried fruit. Traveling food. And was what he tasted before part of that, he wondered, or really just part of her?
One roll of it stuck out from the side of her mouth like a short, fat pipe. She watched him with blank eyes.
Did he have an apple with him? He patted his side, where his pouch was, and felt it there. So he took it out and offered: “Wanna trade?”
Midha blinked, then nodded. Heimdall knelt and handed her the apple, taking one of those rolls, and slipped it back in his pouch.
He rolled back off his feet and sat next to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Good morning, Midha.”
His head rested on hers. He looked over Gladsheim: they were on a hill, backs to the ledges that built up to the wall. “All-Father and I spoke,” he said.
“About me?”
“Yes, about you. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so…” He sighed. “Livid. The boundaries of the realms are being torn asunder– did you know we’re preparing for war? Preparing for Ragnarok? And that would be enough, but I don’t think you came from that. I don’t know where you came from.”
“Azeroth’s timelines are full of holes, too,” she said. “It’s easy to get lost in time.”
So it was like blood flowing between two open wounds. The contagion wept from her broken world, and soaked into his.
“Look at me,” he asked. And she did… but, being who she was, it was only a glimpse.
He set his hand to her cheek– and wrenched her neck sideways. “Look at me!” As if probing the wound, he stared deep into her eyes, deep into the dark. What was it he’d seen before? Freedom?
It could have been. Now it seemed more like carelessness… or something worse. Unendingly deep, bone-pale doubt. Fear so strong as to rival a lover’s obsession. An… agnosticism that colored everything. Nothing was wrong, one might reason, when nothing was true.
He patted the side of her face. “You should try that apple. You’ll feel better.”
As soon as he pulled back, Midha sank her teeth into Idunn’s gift. Heimdall watched her face– he couldn’t see the bloom of color he’d expected, but he held one of her hands, and felt the warmth catch and bleed through her fingers.
There was a breath like she’d come out of water. The beat of the pulse in her wrist seemed a little jauntier with every bite, seemed to lilt.
“You’ll need the strength.” He chuckled.
She just barely turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye. He acknowledged it: “Take your time, really. Savor it. I am about to take you to have a proper introduction with all the Aesir’s finest.”
Midha knew what would happen. She was without will, not without a brain. Plans to vanish flickered behind her eyes. Plans to sap, blind, move as silent as ink on a canvas.
What must it be like, to be a flesh-and-blood woman, and strive so hard to be anything else? How deep must those wants have been buried? All he could sense was that frail, frail guess at a world outside the promises she made: and the promises made to her.
He refocused his gaze, and saw her holding the core of the apple. Without a warning and without ceremony, he scooped her up and stood.
“No fight?” He scoffed. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”
And no more ravens. He shifted her in his arms, securing his grip, and then he went on a scenic walk back into Gladsheim.
Poor, poor wallflower. Even in the outskirts, everyone he saw was staring. It would be one thing if he brought in a corpse, but this was a living, breathing, hopelessly passive intruder.
He heard whispers. One of the Einherjar to another, “she’s still alive.” He grinned at them, and they fell silent.
Head after head turned to watch the parade of two. Not that he made much spectacle, but he did make it back into the heart of Gladsheim, within moments of presenting her to Sif or Forseti…
“Hm.” He bounced her in his arms, leaning on one foot. “I said ‘the Aesir’s finest,’ didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“I’ve changed my mind.” Instead, bearing his prize, he made his way to the Black Thunder. He checked the door open with a hip, and left his sword by the entrance, only to slam Midha down on the nearest table and call out:
“Have any of you ever drunk mead from a woman’s navel?”
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Lady of mischief- Part five
Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader
Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory against his brother as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.
One week later and you found yourself at a sea cliff on Asgard’s largest known bay. You’d brought Henna with you, just like every other day since you got officially banished. Now you couldn’t stand being in the castle and spent almost every waking hour in the city, avoiding the royal family at all cost. Odin even demanded you ate breakfast with them since you were an honored guest but of course you never showed.
Zeus left the day after the banquet and not a word from your parents. They probably didn’t even blink the second he told them their daughter had been locked in with an entire castle of self-centered gods.
“Gods are assholes!” You threw a rock at the size of a basketball into the water and glared at the splash, secretly hoping your father Poseidon would sense it and feel guilt. That was impossible, of course. A Greek god holds no power at the realm of Norse gods.
“My lady, you’re a god.” Henna stayed seated at a comfy rock she found the first day coming to the cliff. She said it was the perfect fit for her to relax her always perfect posture without sloping. You always told her you don’t care if she sloped at non-formal occasions.
“Yes, Henna. Me included.” You were just surprised she didn’t faint because you used such a mundane word, a thing you picked up from the humans on a visit once.
“I can’t stop thinking about what I said to the prince. It was a decade ago, yes, but he still remembers it. Probably thinks about it every time he sees me!” You tried to concentrate on the real reason you were here. To practice. You’d never win anyone’s respect if you couldn’t control your powers. You started with the hardest, the sea; a force that doesn’t want to be tamed.
A pulsing body of water drove up from the sea and flew in front of you. The goal was to force it into a perfect shaped globe, forcing the sea to obey so thoroughly. To your luck the liquid started obeying your wish when you put all your concentration to use. Almost a solid globe. You’d only need a few more seconds to-
“And I’ve already said you should apologize to him. Who knows, you two might hug it out and the next thing you know you wake up naked in his chambers the next day.”
The almost globe burst into millions of droplets and salt burned in your eyes at the shock. Your vision blurred out and you coughed on the water that went down your airways. Heat went to your cheeks and you looked down at your soaked clothes.
“Goodness, Henna! You’ve spent too much time with the Asgardian maids.
You can’t say stuff like that!” Your voice was still faint from the couching as you scolded her. You had to put your focus to use once again to extract the water into fine droplets hanging midair in front of you. The dress was far too pretty to get stained with saltwater. The jewelry looked surreal in the light the dress radiated. Every thread of the fabric seemed to be created of pure shining starlight or liquid diamond. The dress held the beauty of a thousand stars.
No one knew where it appeared from, however. You had your own guess, of course. It laid neatly folded on your work desk one afternoon and if it was the first born prince, he would’ve left some grand note with it as well. The dress just laid there in absence of anyone claiming the rights. An apology for sure.
“Well, you said asshole if I’m not mistaken.” There it was. Henna cleared her throat as a sign to drop the subject but you knew she had a big smirk on her lips. You didn’t want to turn around to confirm it.
“Let’s try again, my lady. Why don’t you try claiming the entire wave coming right there?”
You analyzed the wave and realized what Henna was asking. The size of it was huge and it would surely crash into the cliff side underneath you. Your job was to stop that impact and lift it up to your level.
It was dead silent as you waited for the wave to arrive. With a last big engaging try you felt the power of the sea surging through you. Blocking the impact of the wave lashing itself forwards was similar feeling to getting that same wave right in the face like a wall of bricks. But it was not in vain. The water started to rise to the cliff you stood on and you had to replace your feet for a better stance. Every second the sea threatened to leash out of your hold.
“How mighty.” A soothing voice, yet laced with viciousness, appeared only a hot breath away from your ear and you screamed.
The scent of new books hit you too late and the wave had already been unleashed on the threat behind you. The water had devided around your frame, covering Henna and Loki from head to toe in seawater without showing mercy. The sea held no mercy. Right…
A moment of silence and Loki still had his eyes tightly shut, his entire body frozen in place. He’d been less than an inch from you and you hadn’t noticed. He was still less than an inch from your bodies touching.
He slowly went to wipe one of his eyes clean of water and tasted the layer of salt glancing his lips. You cursed yourself for noticing the shameful way his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. Did he take the warm weather with him somehow or why was it suddenly growing hot again? And why did he look so different with the drenched clothes hugging his frame, hair slicked back. The dripping from the each strand fell and caressed the heavy outline of his collarbones.
What were you even thinking about. He must’ve done something. A spell of some sort.
“That was unnecessary.” He said it as simple as ever and it made you grit your teeth.
Stop staring at his abs, dammit!, you thought.
It had to be a spell. This couldn’t be real.
“Why are you here?” You weren’t prepared for this. He was supposed to be on a mandatory meeting right now. Did he just right up ditch that?
“You’re no fun… I came with a proposition.”
“Of what sorts?” You eyed him with careful detail, trying to sense a trick of some sort. His gaze lingered on your appearance a little too long from what seemed appropriate. It was a thorough scan up and down and the soul behind the eyes held a strange glow. Of course he was shocked you wore the dress he bought.
“We can teach each other things. You tell me stories and history of the Ancient Greece, your kind’s gracious era and I teach you illusion magic.” He could tell your raised eyebrow was a sense of confusion. “Like, combining water and light into something entirely new. I’ll teach you how to conjure spells-“
“Like the one you’re doing now?” It just slipped out of you and it was too late to ignore. It was now his turn to look confused. The tip of his tongue came out once again to wipe off some salt and you looked away.
“What?” He asked.
“Whaaat?” You repeated along with a dumb giggle you had no idea where it came from. The already tight fabric of Loki’s shirt was riding up from the wet fabric rolling itself up. You really did try not to think about how the pearls of droplets looked like glitter in the sun on his toned stomach, but realized that you already failed. You swallowed a hot lump of dryness that caught in your throat.
So no spell then?
Loki sighed and cracked a tense muscle in his neck, a green light drying him and his clothes from bottom and up in a matter of a second (Henna remained drenched).
“Just say no quickly, there’s no reason to drag it out. I’ll leave you be when you’ve answered.” You bit your bottom lip and actually took a moment to think about it.
“Actually, it doesn’t sound too awful. But don’t you already know everything about my realm there is to know?” That earned a genuine smile from him and you thought about how that was a rare sight.
“You’d be surprised of how understocked Asgard’s library is when it comes to your history, your highness.”
“And stop calling me that! It’s weird. You never did it before so why do it now?”
“I thought you disliked me being informal.”
“Oh do shut up!”
Loki laughed and nodded in agreement. It was just then you realized how you were still inappropriately close to him and how his breath smelled of something sweet. Something brushed past your hand and Loki retracted his own with a flinch and an apologetic look.
“I’m s-“ Loki started but Henna’s loud cough and pointed glare.
“Wait!”
“Yes?”
“I don’t… I don’t find you disgusting.” You watched his expression and expected him to get upset but nothing in his body language seemed tense. If anything, his jaw and shoulders seemingly dropped.
“That’s like the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” His chuckle was bright but your gut still twisted in shame.
“No but like, I don’t find your touch disgusting. I never did, actually-“ The amount of truth you entrusted this man with was almost too much. The words were so tense on the way out that you started coughing.
“Then why did you-“
“I don’t know! No more questions though. All I know is that it was far from unpleasant and that’s all you need to know for now.” Loki raised his eyebrow, lips slightly parted. You understood you’d talked before your brain caught up with you again.
“No, that came out wrong. But you know what I mean!” Your hands fiddled on the edges of the dress, only to flatten out the fabric right after. The dry lump just couldn’t seem to go down.
“Oh I sure do… And I agree with you on how we speak to each other. I hate speaking to you formally! It doesn’t sit right for me especially. Then I wouldn’t be able to say the stuff I actually want.”
“Like what?” You regretted asking immediately but couldn’t bring yourself to step back as he leaned in.
Lips brushed against your earlobe and his scent was all up in your world, along with the surreal warmth that always seemed to follow him.
“That dress looks absolutely ravishing on you, (Y/n). I never thought you’d wear it to be honest. We’re you really planning on fleeing the castle on such an occasion and not letting me see any of the beauty?” His voice turned low again and the always present rasp seemed extra present today.
The dry lump finally went down.
“You could’ve gifted it to someone else if you wanted to see the dress on an actual body instead of a hanger.”
A low rumbling came from his chest and erupted in his throat. It took you a moment to realize that the sound was a chuckle.
“See, I don’t think that’s true. Yes, any person could wear it, but I can’t think of anyone else who could wear one of the most beautiful things crafted ever and the most beautiful thing in the room would still remain the person in it.”
You couldn’t move your body. It was frozen in place even though the blood in your veins was literally boiling. You were almost thankful that he was so close. That way he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Why would I lie about it? Meet me in the library tomorrow after breakfast. I look forward to our time together.”
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the proposal-Loki Laufeyson x reader (daisy series-part 7)
Hi people! first of all thanks for the birthday messages🙃 i made myself cry like 20 times while writing this and i'm sorry if it makes you cry too. Happy reading! Thanks for all the feedback<3
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It was the next day but you were still trying to process what your parents had said. Could they really “forbid” you from seeing Loki? You just wanted to talk to Loki, wanted him to tell you it was all going to be okay. Did he even love you back? Maybe you just wanted to believe he did and your brain convinced you but he didn’t. You really needed to talk to him.
You got up and left the room to go to his. The maids tried to stop you (you guessed it was Frigga’s request) but you said you needed to use the bathroom and kept walking until you were standing in front of his door. You listened to the sound coming from inside, was he crying? You knocked on the door three times and waited a second before knocking two more, the sign you used to have with Loki to say “it’s me.”
“No.”
“Loki, please. Your mother doesn’t know i’m here and... I need to see you.”
“I said no y/n.”
You wiped the tear that escaped your eye. “We don’t have to talk, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to but i have to see you Loki. Please.”
The door slowly opened, revealing a Loki sitting on his bed with his eyes closed.
“Do you hate me so much that you can’t even bare to see me?” You didn’t care about the tears anymore.
“I could never hate you y/n, but i would hate myself for what i might do if i see you.”
“Loki i just want you to know that i-”
“Please leave.” He swallowed, probably wanting to say something else but didn’t. “I promise i won’t tell my mother you came here. Please just, go.”
“Loki, i have to do it. I have to say yes to Thor tonight and i am so sorry. I hope you will understand me one day.”
“Goodbye y/n.” You turned back and left the room, crying on your way back and thankfully not seeing anyone you knew.
“My lady, are you okay?” one of the maids in front of the door asked you and you nodded.
“Could you please get something to eat for me?”
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“y/n, are you in?” you heard Frigga’s voice outside of your room.
“Yes, come in.” She got in the room and closed the door, giving you a sincere smile.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” You nodded. “Have you decided on what you’ll do at the dinner?” You nodded again.
“I’m going to say yes.” She gave you a sad smile and hugged you.
“I’m so sorry you’re going through this love. And i’m sorry i couldn’t stop this. I couldn’t keep my promise to you.”
“No, it’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself for it. I’m the one saying yes and my parents are the ones forcing me. You’re just being there for me when no one else is doing it.” She smiled and kissed your forehead. She smelled like Loki, you didn’t realise it before but they actually smelled really similar. Loki would always smell like new books and a garden in spring, his scent would bring you comfort.
“Well if you’re going to say yes, you might want to wear something different than that.” Frigga pointed to your current dress, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Do you think he’ll ever forgive me? Will he ever talk to me again?”
“What?” Frigga wasn’t expecting your question out of nowhere.
“Loki, do you think he’ll forgive me? I’m doing this to see him again but i don’t think he’d do that if i say yes. It’s like the universe doesn’t want us to be together. We won’t be able to live like we wanted to no matter what i do.” She shook her head and held your hand, caressing the back of it with her thumb.
“I think you’re not the person he’s angry with. He will understand, if you tell him your reason.”
“I can’t do that. I- Thor is my best friend and if i become his wife then i won’t betray him. Loki will just remain a friend, i’ll always love him but i can’t act on it while i’m married to Thor.”
“You have the kindest heart in the universe, my sweet child. You don’t deserve any of this. I’m sorry.” She smiled and hugged you again before leaving the room to let you get dressed.
You chose a simple sundress with a jacket in case it got windy and tried to hide that you had been crying a lot earlier with a little make up. Just when you were wearing your shoes you heard a knock.
“Frigga?”
“No, it’s me.” Thor spoke from the other side of the door. You quickly wore the other shoe and opened the door with a smile on your face.
“Thor. Hey. Uh, how are you?”
“I’m okay, thanks. How are you?” He smiled and offered you his arm. You held his forearm and started walking.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You looked a little angry yesterday, are you mad at me?”
“No, of course not. Why would i be?” You forced another smile on your face. He nodded but you could see he didn’t really believe you. You were still thankful he didn’t ask about it any more though.
“So uh.. Did you think about what our parents told us yesterday?” Oh no, not at all. You definitely didn’t almost felt like you were becoming blind because of how much you cried.
“Yes. And i know what you’re going to ask. No, i won’t scream anything this time.” Hopefully.
“Okay, that’s good.” He smiled and didn’t say anything else until you got to the dining room. As soon as Frigga saw you she came and hugged you before making you and Thor sit a little away from your parents. Loki was there but he was talking to Sif, with a huge smile on his face. At least he was happy.
“I need to use the bathroom before we start.” You smiled and Thor nodded. You got up from your seat and made your way to the bathroom. After closing the door you washed your face, trying to calm yourself down a little bit. You looked up when you heard the door opening.
“Hey.” Sif smiled, she didn’t look like she was angry with you.
“Hi.”
“I talked to the queen today.” You nodded and she sighed. “She told the story to me from your point of view and that made me feel really shitty about the way i acted the other day.” She admitted.
“Okay. So you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“No. No i’m not. y/n i’m so sorry.” She hugged you tightly, nearly choking you.
“Sif.” She let go and smiled.
“I’m sorry, i just missed you. It was awful not talking to you knowing i was the one that acted really stupid.”
“Hey, don’t say that. You were sad and it was in the heat of the moment.”
“So i’m forgiven?” she smiled.
“I was never mad at you. I could never be mad at you.” you smiled too and hugged her again.
“Loki came to me today.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, he was really sad, crying actually. It was probably the first time i saw him do that since we were so little.” You were the reason he cried. You were the reason he was sad when the only thing you wanted to do was to be able to see him again.
“So i’m guessing that means you’re going to say yes to Thor?” she looked at your eyes and you nodded.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.” She smiled.
“Why not?”
“Because i know why you’re doing it and i know Thor will be happy so that’s enough for me. I would never make a nice wife anyway.” She chuckled and you smiled.
“Thank you. For understanding.”
“Of course, you’re my best friend and i have to be there for you no matter what because you did the same for me for years.” She smiled and held your hand, walking back to the table with you. At least now that you knew Sif was okay with it, you felt a lot better. She sat next to you and squeezed your hand, reassuring she was there for you. You smiled and started eating with the others. It was quiet, the parents said something here and there but no one really talked that much.
You looked at Loki, not expecting him to be already looking at you. He first looked away, trying to hide it but then looked back at you with a serious face. You turned back to your dinner and sighed softly, telling yourself that you were doing this for him and he would understand it. Sooner or later.
When everyone was finished with their dinner, Odin told the maids to get the dishes and the table was clean in seconds. Everyone was looking at each other, waiting for someone to say something. Thor finally cleared his throat, bringing the attention to himself.
“So, as we all know, i’m going to be the new king really soon,” he got up from his chair and kneeled on one knee before you. “and i will need myself a queen. y/n, i have known you my whole life and i knew i wanted to spend all my life with you even when i was just a little boy. You know me better than anyone in all the nine realms, you have always been there for me and i know you always will be.” He pulled out a ring, you knew it was Frigga’s. You looked at her and she just smiled. “No matter what happened i always found my way back to you. You are my best friend, my favorite person in the universe, and the love of my life. So will you please marry me and give me the honour of having you as my wife?” You closed your eyes and let a tear escape your eye. Thor was so in love with you, and you felt so bad for saying yes but you had to. You couldn’t live without Loki.
“Don’t.” You heard Loki’s voice but you knew he was not actually talking out loud. “I’m sorry.” You thought, knowing he was reading your mind and smiled at Thor.
“Yes. I will marry you.” He grinned like a five year old slipped the ring on your finger before getting up and lifting you from your seat.
“I love you so much.” He kissed you deeply, you returned his kiss and when you stopped everyone was smiling. And Loki wasn’t in the room anymore.
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I love you because you’re you
Summary:
Imagine Mobius confessing to Sylvie that his crush on Loki started when he watched his exploits as D.B. Cooper...
Imagine Loki overhearing this conversation...
That is enough to give ideas to our god of mischief to spice up their life...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32516398
2214 words - Rating T
Other oneshots in the same series : Together, For all time, Always 9/?
Sitting at his desk, Mobius was watching Loki.
When he thought about everything that had happened, everything they had been through, and reflected on where they were now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
Whether it was Loki or him, they had both had to deal with great changes in their lives. Both of them had to question themselves in a short period of time.
But they had managed to do it, together.
Mobius sometimes felt a kind of overwhelming elation when he stopped to think about their lives.
Order and chaos.
As he saw Loki walk away with the group of recruits he was training, he let out a sigh of satisfaction and dug into his files.
"Oh my... Mobius, you got it bad."
He looked up.
"Sylvie!"
The young woman was leaning against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed and looking at him with a smile, the usual spark of mischief in her eyes.
"Come in!"
She stepped forward to sit across from him.
The arrival of Loki in Mobius' life had surprisingly brought him another bond.
Sylvie had made a place for herself in Mobius' heart almost as quickly as Loki had.
He had found in her a dear friend, a sister at heart.
When you think about it, Mobius who had been betrayed by his closest friend, Loki who had never found a friend who accepted him as he was, and Sylvie who had not been able to create a bond with anyone during all her years on the run, it was clear that the bonds between them all could only be strong, whether it was friendship, love or brotherhood.
"What did you mean when you came in, or rather why did you say that?"
Sylvie leaned in, her chin in her hands.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe your goofy smile when Loki walks into a room you're in, your completely smitten look when you watch him work or do something else... Do you want me to go on?"
Mobius, embarrassed, raised his hand and said, "Stop! No! It's okay!"
"If it makes you feel any better, it's only me who sees it. After all I know you and I know perfectly well the bond between you. And even though Loki is an expert at masking his feelings, he's just as obvious as you are."
"I guess the fact that you've spent so many years running away, you've learned to watch people so you can preserve yourself." Mobius told her compassionately, fully aware that he had contributed to what had shaped Sylvie's personality.
"Mobius..." Sylvie sighed before continuing, "We've talked about this before, we each did what we had to do to survive or because it was what we thought we were made for. Now we're doing what we need to do to atone, to make sure it doesn't happen again. Know that I have long since forgiven you completely."
Mobius knew that he would still carry the guilt of what he had done at the service of the old TVA for a long time to come, and even though he didn't know at the time, that didn't stop him from being aware of his own responsibility.
He simply replied, "Thank you."
"Well! Let's pick up where we left off," Sylvie began in a lighter tone, "I'm a little curious Mobius, I have the feeling that your crush on Loki dates back long before you met him for real..."
Mobius knew that with Sylvie, there was no point in denying it, she knew him well, sometimes too well for his liking.
"Damn, why do you always have to be so perceptive?"
She shrugged, before adding softly, "it's just that you're very open, Mobius, when it comes to Loki or when you're with him."
"If you say so." replied Mobius, looking unconvinced even though he knew she was right. Odin's lie about Loki's origin had had such a negative impact on his life that Mobius was doing everything to be transparent. He would always do anything to preserve the trust Loki had in him.
"So?" insisted Sylvie, "Your little crush that became a big one… When did you realize it?"
Mobius, annoyed, replied somewhat curtly, "I didn't keep a diary you know."
"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"
Mobius muttered and seeing that Sylvie wouldn't let go, he reached into the only locked drawer of his desk, opened it and pulled out a file.
He took out a photo and slid it towards Sylvie.
She leaned over to take a closer look.
She gasped and her gaze went back and forth from the picture to Mobius several times.
"D.B. Cooper?!!"
Sylvie moved her chair over to Mobius' desk to be closer.
"Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."
Mobius sighed and rolled his eyes but complied anyway.
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Loki had assigned their training missions to the new recruits.
"Miss Minutes, what time is it?"
"Loki, I already told you! Just because I'm shaped like a watch doesn't mean I'm here to be your clock!"
Loki chuckled, before looking at what time it was on the wall clock. He would probably never tire of teasing the IA.
He headed to Mobius' office, he had five minutes before his next assignment so he was going to take the opportunity to pay his lover a short visit, hoping Mobius would be alone.
As he approached, he noticed that the door was slightly open and he heard voices. "So much for the tête-à-tête." he muttered to himself and turned on his heels, a little disappointed.
But as he walked away, he heard his name. Of course, he went back on his steps discreetly and approached the half-opened door, taking care not to be seen. He was not able to look inside the office, but he could now hear the voices very well and recognized that of Sylvie who was conversing with Mobius.
"Okay, but there must be something about what Loki did or who he was that made you realize your attraction, right?"
He heard Mobius mutter in response, but knowing their dynamic by now, he knew he would answer.His answer was of great interest to Loki.
There was a moment of silence, then he heard Sylvie gasp and then exclaim.
"D.B. Cooper?!!"
He heard a noise, as if a piece of furniture was moving and then Sylvie's lower, but still distinct voice saying, "Now, my little Mobius, I want to know everything."
Oh yes my little Mobius, I want to know everything too.
"You didn't see the video of the whole scene where Loki pretended to be D.B.Cooper, I did. And I don't know if it's the charisma he gives off, or the suit, or the glasses, or the haircut, or that fucking wink, but it's the first time I've noticed my interest was far less professional than it should have been."
Sylvie chuckled and replied, "How? You Mobius? You the oh-so-perfect TVA employee?"
Mobius grumbled back, "Ex-employee first, and then perfect employee or not, I'm only human. I was on a diet and I ended up with a five-star meal under my nose, you can't judge me because it aroused my appetite."
Loki realized that the five minutes were over and returned to his appointment place, a little baffled by what he had just heard, but above all extremely interested.
An idea began to germinate in his head, he was not the god of mischief for nothing.
Mobius was not going to figure it out...
Loki moved forward with a much more energetic step, the prospect of an interesting evening motivating him for the rest of his day.
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In the evening, much later, they were making out like teenagers on the couch.
Loki had surprised Mobius with a candlelight dinner and they had spent an extremely pleasant evening and continued to prolong the harmony of the moment.
Loki had wrapped his arms around Mobius' neck and was sitting on his lap.
They separated only to catch their breath before reconnecting their lips again.
Mobius' eyes were closed. Loki swirled his tongue in his lover's mouth in an absolutely naughty way before planting kisses from his mouth to his ear and then whispering in a warm voice, "Open your eyes, love."
Unable to refuse anything to Loki in the state of arousal in which he was, Mobius complied.
He opened his eyes and gasped.
Inches away from him, looking at him through familiar sunglasses, was D.B. Cooper.
D.B. Cooper-Loki sitting on his lap.
He brought his face close to Mobius', lowered his glasses slightly and winked at him. Just like on the video.
Mobius swallowed and licked his lips.
Loki's mouth almost against Mobius', his eyes unfathomable behind the smoked glasses, Loki asked him with a deep and sensual voice, "So, is the charisma that I give off..." he gave a small perverse thrust.
"... or my suit..." he traced with his fingertips the lapel of the black jacket with a lascivious gesture.
"...my haircut" he ran his long fingers through his short hair in a suggestive way.
"...my wink," he repeated the gesture before putting his forearms on Mobius' shoulders and tying his hands behind his neck.
He whispered, "Is all this up to your expectations?" and then leant in to kiss him.
But Mobius, who had recognized the words he had said to Sylvie, had no intention of letting his god of mischief be in control any longer.
Even before Loki's lips could touch his, with a skilful twist of his back, he made them turn around and managed to reverse their position somehow.
Loki found himself lying on the length of the couch, his legs imprisoned by the knees of Mobius who ended up now astride him.
Mirroring Loki's moves, he kissed him and then in the same manner, placed a shower of kisses from his jaw to his ear against which he whispered, " Become Loki again, sweetheart."
Before his eyes, under a veil of green magic that flowed through Loki, Mobius saw his lover regain his usual features.
Loki pouted a little and asked sheepishly, "Didn't you enjoy it?"
Mobius put a finger on Loki's lips, "Shhh, I enjoyed it a lot, but there's something I want to know. How far did you spy on my conversation with Sylvie?"
"Hey!" protested Loki, "I wasn't spying, well not really. I just happened to overhear some of the conversation before I went back to work! I only heard your answer about D.B. Cooper."
"Then I'll tell you what I said to Sylvie afterwards." replied Mobius softly.
"I told him that D.B. had aroused my appetite, but the one that had captured my undivided attention and made me forget about all the others was this Loki."
He underlined his words by poking Loki's nose with the tip of his forefinger.
"So yes D.B. is handsome, but he pales in comparison to you Loki. The real Loki. D.B. doesn't have those gorgeous black curls..." he ran his hands slowly through Loki's hair, and letting them run down his fingers continued, "that are soft as silk. »
He gently stroked the outline of Loki's eyes with his fingertips, "D.B. doesn't have those indescribable blue eyes that change color with light, with time and with emotion."
He ran his thumb over the lower lip of Loki's half-open mouth, "D.B. doesn't have that smile you only have for me."
He gently kissed said smile, then resting his forehead against Loki's, he said softly, "Loki, you will never have to be someone else to seduce me, hell, you don't even have to seduce me since I am already completely seduced. I was lost the day you explained to me with a sad look that your destiny was to be a villain. Because in front of me I had the real Loki. You let me see who you were."
He closed the distance between them and put his lips on Loki's.
Unlike the previous kiss, it was a gentle and almost chaste one. A kiss of oath and renewed love to which Loki responded with all his heart.
Talk about mischief turning against himself in the most beautiful way. There were no losers tonight, only two winners.
Though a little later as his head rested on Mobius' chest, he couldn't help but ask, "So, no more D.B. Cooper?"
The hand that was stroking his head, paused for a moment before resuming as Mobius whispered with a smile in his voice, "Hm... I admit the idea of being bossed around by D.B. Cooper does raise some interest..."
"Tut-tut Agent Mobius... What a naughty boy!"
Mobius pressed a kiss on Loki's forehead and said mischievously, "It's not just you who can do and be whatever you want."
Only Loki's warm laughter against his chest answered him.
Later, lulled by the sweetness of the moment, Mobius drifted off to sleep.
The last thing he felt was a light kiss from Loki on his chest, and the last thing he heard was Loki whispering against his skin, where his heart was.
"Thank you for letting me be me."
⚠️🔞NSFW 🔞⚠️SEQUEL HERE : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32529109
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Now that I'm at the end, I'm thinking about a little sequel about DB Cooper-Loki bossing around Mobius😏😏
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Pastel Blue (Chapter 5)
Synopsis: After his lucky escape, the Tesseract takes Loki on new adventures–but unfortunately, his journeys through space do not go unnoticed and he soon ends up on TVA’s radar. Working for them, albeit reluctantly, he keeps finding himself in the company of a young woman, Jess, who works in the linguistics department and who has a truly strange effect on him. Smitten by her confidence and smugness, he seeks her presence like a bee hunting for honey and lets her wreak havoc in his heart without really knowing why. But he is determined to find out. He means to escape this godforsaken place anyway.
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It almost felt like no time at all. Had one whole week really passed already since Loki had accommodated himself in her unit? In the books, the characters who had to share a room usually fell in love by the end of the story or, even better, they had some mind-blowing sex and then ended up together, and yet all she had done was play with her vibrator like it would be taken away from her the next morning for good.
But unlike any of the mischief and the chaos she had expected, Loki was a rather pleasant roommate. He was respectful, calm, tidy… and she doubted he had ever entered her room without her permission. Unless, of course, he had done so in her absence.
Jess gnashed her teeth, her eyes fixed on her brown hair in the mirror. Ariana had found this lovely youth magazine in the nineties yesterday, one that had already been thrown in the bin. The only reason she had taken it was because the cover showed a blue phone booth with Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor on the cover. Jess had spent all morning skimming through it, reading the headline article as well as chuckling about the gossip and the ads—even though some of them were rather sexist.
At some point, she found a double page on fancy hairstyles for women and now struggled to copy one of the elegant braids to spice up her own hair. Thus far, she had been failing miserably, flinching with a grunt when Loki opened the bathroom door. He tilted his head upon seeing her sitting on the edge of her bathtub with her tongue sticking out a little and her fingers entangled in her brown hair.
“Yes?”
“I meant to get washed but clearly, you are occupied in here.”
Jess huffed, flinging the hair tie into the sink. “I’ve been trying to braid my hair. Like this, look!” She pointed at the magazine. The woman in the picture looked like it had taken her five minutes to create this look, and they’d had the audacity to rate this style ‘quick and easy’.
Loki chuckled. “You look like a scarecrow.”
“Why, thank you.” She rolled her eyes. “You can take your shower, I give up on this.” She said.
His sigh surprised her. “Allow me.”
“What?” Jess’ reply was all but a chirp but Loki had already approached her and fetched the hair tie from the sink. The braid was indeed a simple one, and as he stood behind her to part her hair for her, he had to refrain from letting her know just how soft it felt.
He had often braided his mother’s hair as a child. It was an activity that had calmed him down whenever Thor and his friends had made fun of how fond he was of books and preferred to use his mind and tricks rather than raw strength in play fights. The hand movements he was so familiar with that he had no need to look. Instead, he met Jess’ eyes in the mirror. She swallowed, and for a brief moment, he found himself remembering the whimpers coming from her bedroom at night.
Quickly, he averted his gaze again, parting her hair to reveal the earrings dangling down her earlobes. They shimmered in the artificial light of the bathroom. He had never seen her without them, come to think of it.
“They are moonstones.” She said when she noticed his glance. His finger brushed against her left earring once more, making it swing a little. “M got them for me on my birthday. The stone is said to soothe emotional instability and stress, and to stabilise emotions.” After all, her own parents were unlikely to buy her birthday presents anymore. “He asked me to always wear them… that they would protect me from evil.”
Loki hummed. He was familiar with the healing properties of moonstones. They were rather common on Asgard too. Only it made him wonder why Mobius would be so keen on her keeping them on at all times.
“Do you truly believe that?”
She shrugged. “I choose to.”
His fingertips brushed against the soft skin of her neck and he sucked in a deep breath. Jess’ lips parted. She was indeed a beautiful woman, was she not? Loki pondered if she was aware of just how alluring she was. How delectable she sounded when she came undone, believing so naïvely that he was unable to hear the fun she had with herself.
Lust flared up in his blue eyes, his fingers caressing her neck once more, and him braiding her hair all of a sudden turning into a subtle excuse to touch her over and over, to explore what their physical connection meant to him. Then it hit him. The inexplicable tension between them was indeed sexual too.
It was perfect, was it not? If Jess desired him, in whatever way she imagined to… then perhaps he could make use of her attraction, especially as this meant that he too would get to blatantly act on those carnal needs simmering right beneath the surface of his very core. He could not possibly trust her beyond that.
“There.” He announced, finishing up the braid by tying the loose ends together with her hair tie. She looked exactly like the model in the magazine now—only Loki had done an even better job. Jess swallowed once more, wishing, subconsciously, that he would touch her one last time. When he stepped away from her instead, she came to suppress a disappointed whimper.
“M is, um… you’ll be sent to a different unit next week.” She said, breaking the oddly peaceful but palpable silence between them.
“Am I?”
“Yeah. Reese recovered well, I mean, that’s what M told me. He will take over after the party.”
“What party?”
Jess stood, clutching the sink behind her for support—Loki did not fail to notice how flustered she was now, almost as if him braiding her hair had intensified whatever it was she felt for him. It had been a long time since he had last had to think this way upon meeting someone of the opposite sex, let alone a mortal woman.
“Dave is celebrating his anniversary this weekend. It’s a big deal here at the TVA, much more important than birthdays. M didn’t tell you about it, then.” She concluded.
Loki shook his head slowly and decided to give her a smirk. Her reaction, blood biting at her cheeks, pleased him. “I’d dare say I am not invited to your silly festivities.”
“M is thinking about it. About inviting you, I mean. And I guess you could… use a break from all… this. Besides, apart from security, everyone will be drunk by midnight. Lots of snacking and dancing…”
Loki rolled his eyes. He had already hated these kinds of parties back on Asgard. Fandral would shamelessly flirt with three women at once, Volstagg would stuff himself into a coma and Thor would brag with his hammer on the dance floor, making the women believe they could lift it as they danced with him.
If anything, however, this absurd anniversary was the perfect opportunity for him to let his charm play and gain her trust. Jess sighed, prompting him to look up and meet her eyes. She stood, approaching him with the hint of a smile both scornful and compassionate at the same time… and then wrapped her arms around him.
Loki tensed up, his arms hanging by his side motionlessly. Physical affection was the last thing he had expected in a place like this, even from Jess. Perhaps, gaining her trust would be easier than he thought it would be, and still, part of him was unable to deny how much he enjoyed knowing that someone at least pretended to care, as peculiar as she was. Her touch felt like someone had set his entire body ablaze.
“Listen, I know you’ve been through shit and I know you hate everyone right now, including me. M may or may not have red on his ledger but you’re a part of the team now. You’re one of us. If we don’t stand up for each other, then who will?”
“I never agreed on becoming a part of the team.” Loki responded darkly.
Jess moved away from him a little, her smile faltering. “Me neither.”
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“You’ll have to explain that to me one more time. When your father, I mean, Odin, fell into the Odinsleep—whatever the hell that means—your mother gave you the throne?”
Loki hummed. That was the part of the story Thor had left out upon telling S.H.I.E.L.D. and all the other silly secret organisations run by mortals how dangerous and menacing his adoptive brother was.
Jess was flicking through one of the thickest books he had ever seen. It was a collection of astronomical anomalies written down in a language not even Loki could decipher and it was so big she had to stand upright rather than sit at her desk to read the top of the pages. She gazed at him from the corner of her eyes.
“Thor was no longer on Asgard and Mother refused to leave Odin’s side. I was the only one left fit to rule—only Thor’s idiotic friends did not accept me as their king.”
“Let me guess… they pretended you were the villain so you became the villain?” Nibbling on her candy necklace, she bit off a pearl with a loud crack. Loki flinched a little. It was short of a miracle she had not chipped any of her teeth yet.
“I saw my chance,” he said. “So I took it. I never saw myself as the villain. And I never lied. I was the rightful king of Asgard.”
Jess bent over to read the small print. She was still wearing the plait Loki had braided into her hair. It swayed from side to side a bit as it fell over her shoulder, revealing her neck. Her scent was almost unnerving—unnerving in a most ferocious and desirable way. Intoxicating. He had sensed it when she had hugged him already and now, part of him was greedy to press her close to him once more and feel her body against his. He suppressed a growl. He should be enjoying his quest to tiptoe nearer and nearer to getting this ridiculous collar off his neck and make this mortal woman swoon over him—not the other way around. He was the one in control. He had to be.
So he stepped closer, his tread so quiet Jess never heard him approach her.
“So you came to like it. The power of the throne?” She said without looking up. Loki nodded, oblivious to the fact she could not see him. She cursed under her breath when his arm brushed against hers, eliciting a barely noticeable smirk from him. It was amusing how quickly he could read her reactions to him now.
The Trickster swallowed. “I meant to prove myself to the man who never saw me as a potential heir in the first place.”
“How did Thanos find you?” Jess choked out when he moved in closer, demanding all of her attention to himself. It almost scared him how fast she forgot about the massive book on her desk, her eyes fixed on his face as if it bore the answer to all of her questions. Loki’s expression hardened nonetheless, regardless of how much the urge to taste her lips rose within him.
“How much do you know?”
“I know what M told me… that you were his ally and he helped you take over Earth in exchange for the Tesseract.”
Loki narrowed his eyes at her. “Then you know nothing.” Her glance found his lips now too. He was standing close enough for his warm breath to ghost over her mouth, her heart beating more rapidly with every passing second.
Fuck. Her office was being monitored. Sucking in a deep breath, she moved away from him and closed the thick book on her desk shut. “It’s late. We should head to the party.” She cleared her throat. “You can, um… wait for me here so I can get changed. Give me five.”
Loki nodded, taken by surprise until he noticed her glancing at the chunky surveillance camera in the corner of the room. Ah… there it was. The fear or shame or both to be caught being involved with him. Loki gnashed his teeth when she rushed past him, fleeing from the scene. That, at least, was something he was familiar with.
He remained in the office, almost as if glued to the spot, for a while longer before he made his way towards the cafeteria where the festivities would take place. Jess would catch up—besides, so he had to admit, he was indeed looking forward to seeing their faces when he joined the ridiculous little party and what it might give him to work with.
“Really, that’s all? That’s almost a little disappointing.” He heard Dave say in the distance, presumably a few yards away from him, his voice ricocheting through the dark hallway.
Loki stopped dead in his tracks. As silent as a mouse, he leaned against the wall, melted into it almost, and slowed down his breathing.
“Yes…” Another voice that Loki identified as Mobius’, replied. “We did take a risk with them but I must admit, I too almost expected a little… more. I thought one of them might… feel something, you know—a connection or recognition, maybe.” Loki could hear his suit ruffle as he shrugged. “Well, timelines can be unpredictable. We do know that better than anyone else.”
Connection. Recognition? For some peculiar reason, he was certain the pair were speaking about him. Him and… Jess? Who else could they possibly mean? His gut feeling, however, told him that he should, seidr or not, get rid of the security footage in Jess’ office as soon as possible. Whatever it was Mobius wanted to see unfolding between them, he was not going to grant him the satisfaction of presenting it to him on a silver platter.
Fortunately enough, they were too far away to hear him, he realised that once more when Jess’ footsteps echoed through the hallway. He knew it was her without even looking behind himself and yet, found his heart skipping a beat when she touched his arm.
“Ready? You know they might give you suspicious looks as soon as you… what are you doing?”
Loki gave her a disarming smile. “Nothing. Shall we?”
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A/N: Put your swords up, put ‘em up; it’s going down.
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(@whimpers-and-whumpers) concept: Chris in college. He has to do a certain number of gen ed credits to get his degree. He ends up in a mythology class. Chris has a breakdown when the class discussion turns to Baldur, Norse god of light and purity.
CW: Referenced past pet whump, traumatic memories, vaaaaague suggestions about past noncon, past whump of a minor, brief internalized ableism, warning for past Oliver being a fucking creep
“Well, this one just has a stupid name,” Ben says, squinting at his mythology textbook, tapping at a page.
“What, what is it?” Chris and Ben are ‘studying’ together, which today mostly means Ben is studying and Chris is thinking about Laken’s arms when they wear a tank top.
Ben is on is stomach on his bed, book open in front of him, while Chris lays on his back on the surprisingly plush shaggy rug that Ben bought at Target three weeks ago. Chris could sleep on this thing if he wanted, it’s so comfortable. Not that Chris can’t sleep pretty much anywhere.
Chris closes his eyes, thinking about Laken’s smile, with their slightly crooked incisor tooth on the one side, when Ben says, “Baldur.”
Chris’s eyes open back up.
Baldur, darlin’. His Sir is calling him, hand on his head, waking him from his doze hidden under his desk, curled into a ball in the safe, dark space. Baldur, wake up, sweetheart, were you dreaming again?
“Why would you name a god Bald-er? Like, celebrate not having hair, I guess. What a stupid name.”
Nicky’s voice, wrinkling his nose, saying I’m not going to call you that when he heard.
“That’s not, um, not what it, it, it means,” Chris says. Ben doesn’t use the overhead light when Chris is in his room - it buzzes in a way that gets under Chris’s skin. Instead, he uses warm yellowy lamps, and opens the curtains over the window to let outside light in.
“Oh, you know this?” Ben looks up, and Chris’s face is carefully schooled emptiness, as much as it can be. Ben doesn’t know what to look for, so he doesn’t see it, and that’s what matters.
“Yep,” Chris says, shifting uneasily. Laying on his back suddenly feels wrong and also entirely right, exactly how he’s meant to be. He catches himself and pushes up to seated, looking out Ben’s window, focusing on the blue sky, slivers of white clouds, the gentle rattle of wind against the window when it gusts.
He reminds himself that he can go out there whenever he wants.
“Well... tell me something about him that’s more interesting than this stupid paragraph.” Ben taps the page again.
Sir, can, can, can you-... can you, can-
Words, Baldur. Do you need to practice with the metronome again?
No! No... no thank you... Sir. I, I can... can you... tell me about... the mistletoe, again?
Much better. Of course I can, darlin’. Come kneel here next to me.
“Baldur is, um, is, is... Old Norse it means, um, ‘brave’.” Chris sighs, fiddling with the seam of his pants, shifting his hands up to rub at a rough spot on his knee, then up to the feather necklace he’s always wearing, rubbing at the textured, carved plastic carefully. “Or, you know, in, um, in... sometimes they, they think, it’s the same as, as... same root as Belobog-”
“The same what as what now?”
“Um, Belobog is, um, is, is, is... is is is, is a, a day... a god of day. Slavic. Um. But, but so, so there’s this idea that maybe Baldur meant, um, Baltas, or, um, an older word like it, because Baldur was, was... beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” Ben watches him with interest, but Chris doesn’t look at him. His Sir’s voice is in his ear, a hand tipping up his chin. Somewhere his Sir is... is still there, not in the big mansion with the hallway anymore, but... he’s somewhere. And Chris can feel him.
“Yeah,” Chris says, almost breathes. “Baldur was, was, was, was... was the most beautiful god.” He feels every line of his face, that his Sir once traced with his fingertips. He’s pretty. He knows he’s pretty. Too beautiful to be for anything else, sweetheart.
“Wow. So, what else do you know about him?”
It starts like this, darlin’. Baldur had a dream...
“Baldur... had a dream,” Chris says, and his voice shifts, slows down. He goes still where he sits on the rug, staring outside at the sky through Ben’s window. He sits perfectly still, breathing in a slow, even in-and-out, as if guided by the ticking of the metronome all over again. “He dreamed... about dying. And his mother did, too. His mother... dreamed his, his death. Just, just like he did.”
Ben’s face is serious and thoughtful, watching as Chris’s thumb stops rubbing at the feather necklace, and it drops back to thump against his chest.
“He was... sad, because the gods... the, the, the gods-... sorry, wrong, um, bad words, I just-... the gods...”
The gods dream in prophecy, Baldur, pretty thing. Never forget. Gods dream futures.
Yes, yes, yes, Sir.
And I dreamed your future, so what does that make me, sweetheart?
Did Sir ever dream this?
“The gods dream in prophecy,” Chris says, echoing his Sir’s voice in his head. “Frigg was, was, was scared.”
“Wait, that’s-” Ben turned pages in his notebook. “You mean Freya?”
“Frigga, Frija, Frigg,” Chris mumbles. The sky outside the window seems so far away, now.
“She, um, she went around and asked... asked, um, everything on Earth to, to... to promise they would never, never hurt Baldur. And... everything did, except... mistletoe.”
“Mistletoe? Like, the shit you kiss under at New Year’s?”
“Right. Everything but, but mistletoe.” He pulls his knees tight to his chest and sits like that, feeling Sir’s hand drift over the back of his neck, two fingers crook underneath soft leather of a collar Chris no longer wears. “It was... small, and a soft, soft thing, unimportant. When... when Loki-”
“Oh, I know who he is,” Ben says confidently, smiling now - but there’s a hint of something like worry in his eyes as he takes in Chris sitting perfectly still, like he’s carved from stone.
“When, when Loki heard... he had a, a, a spear made of mistletoe. Loki didn’t, didn’t want to get in trouble for murder, so, um... so, so, so so so he gave the spear to, to, to Baldur’s brother, who was blind. Everyone threw things, at, at Baldur, and it bounced off, and Baldur’s smile was... was like the sun. Everyone loved him.”
Who could ever love you, pretty pet, but me?
“Baldur’s brother threw the, the spear. And killed him.”
Ben blinks, shifts forward. “He did? Holy shit.”
“Um, yes. Because, because the mistletoe-”
“Right. Because the mistletoe never promised not to hurt-... wow, that’s dark shit. Loki did that on purpose?”
“Yeah, he, um, he’s Loki. So. But, so, so, so... so this person, Baldur’s own family, um... killed him.”
“Yeah... shit. What happened after that?”
Chris rubs at the back of his neck, and feels the warmth of his Sir’s palm press over his hand, feels his mouth press a kiss to Chris’s coppery hair-
No, his hair is blue now. He did it himself. His hair is blue.
“Baldur,” He whispers, “went, went, went to, to, to... to... to hell-... I mean, um, to, to Hel, the goddess of the underworld. She, she, she saw his beauty and-... kept him. Be, beside her. And... and he couldn’t, couldn’t escape it, and come back, unless everything on earth cried for, for, for, for... for his loss. But one giant refused. So...” He trails off. “That’s, um, that’s... there’s more, but... yeah.”
“Wow.”
Chris swallows.
Well done, darlin’. You’ve never forgotten a single thing you learned for me...
“How do you know all this shit about fucking Norse gods, Chris?” Ben taps his pen on his paper, looking at his own sharp, angular handwriting, the notes he’s been taking all along.
Unlike Chris’s notebooks, covered in loopy scrawling writing and with the margins full of doodles of shapes and little drawings of animals, Ben’s margins are as neat and empty as they can be.
Chris usually feels like what his hand draws, a constant movement, a constant shift, filling his life in with his motion. Right now, though, he feels like Ben’s margins, empty open space. Paint over what was there before, and nothing’s left but the blank spots.
Chris shrugs. He pretends he doesn’t feel the soft weight of his Sir’s hand, resting just over the back of his neck, the brush of his lips over Chris’s earlobe, the whisper of his voice sending a shiver down his spine.
Beautiful boy. Would you like to hear about how Odin got his eight-legged horse today, darlin’?
Yes, yes... yes, Sir. Tell... tell me, tell, but can I... after can you tell me about, about Baldur again?
Silly boy. Of course I can. Lay down on your back for me.
“I, I knew someone,” Chris says, his heart skipping a beat. He can almost feel himself leaning back into a phantom hand through his hair, ready to lay down on navy silk sheets, like none of the good things ever happened.
Like he’s still a beautiful boy, living in hell.
He breathes in, and then out. Tries to replace the feeling of Sir’s arms around him with the daydream he’s been having about Laken’s arms instead.
“I knew someone who, um... who liked the, the stories about Baldur. A, a long time ago.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. A, um... a kid.”
“Like, a brother? I thought you just had your adopted brothers.”
“Um, no, not, not, not... not my brother.” Chris grips onto his feather necklace, again. He can almost feel the warmth of Laken’s skin when they accidentally bump against him in line to get dinner at the dining hall. “Not my brother. Just... just, um, a kid... who was kind of like me.”
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(Nicky - briefly referenced here - is @orchidscript’s OC Henry)
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The Fey King is Cold but at Least it’s not Forty Below | GIBP V
Pairing: fey!Loki x fem!reader
Chapter Summary: Your day doesn’t go as planned after a heated council meeting.
Warnings: more fluff!
Word Count: 5.4k
A/N: Thank you to those of you who are still following this series despite my sporadic updates! I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! It always makes my day when you do! <3
Chapter Five
Loki groaned, the sound of his alarm clock taking him only seconds after he’d fallen asleep. He knew that technically it wasn’t true, but it definitely felt like it. Even for moons before YN had arrived, the days had been blending together, problems piling up, one after the other with barely enough time to solve one before the next arose.
He let his head fall back against the pillow. Loki missed the days when he actually saw his court for reasons that weren’t life threatening. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spent the day in the library with Wanda or the last time he’d played a few rounds of cards with Bucky and Gamora. The only thing he still did was spar in the barracks with Nebula, but it had become more of a necessity at this point than a social call. Loki was beginning to think that the last time any of them had had genuine fun was when his brother had been king. Thor had only been king for fifty years but Loki missed those days more than anything. In all honesty, he missed his brother.
With a sigh, he pushed himself to a seat and stared at the door that separated his room from YN’s room. Nebula was right to be worried about the human on the other side of the door, especially that there was nothing Loki could say to reassure either of them that he’d made the right call. He’d spent most of the night awake trying to think of something — anything — that would serve as proof that he hadn’t just condemned his realm by making this deal with YN. The only thing he’d found reassuring was the way she seemed to wear her emotions on her sleeve. Emotions that seemed real enough — especially her hatred towards him. It was the reason he’d been so surprised by the way she’d so gracefully handled the party last night.
But parties were the least of their worries. They were filled with noblemen and ladies whose opinions didn’t matter. At least it was good practice. Practice he needed. Loki had been so preoccupied with protecting his realm from the inevitable war coming that he’d forgotten what it was like to flirt and act like the burden of his title didn’t exist. It was even harder than he’d expected to act like the same lighthearted, overconfident prince he’d once been because until last night, he hadn’t realized that he’d lost sight of that person to begin with. Even if he still enjoyed the way he’d managed to get flustered reactions from YN, he was a far cry away from convincing.
There was no movement on the other side of the door, but that didn’t reassure Loki in the slightest. He’d learned his lesson the last time. Rubbing the fatigue from his eyes, he got ready for another day. There was a council meeting this morning that he knew would make a scene if he brought YN along with him, but apart from that, he’d promised her that they wouldn’t be spending their days together and he’d meant it. He had to believe that giving her her freedom was the right thing to do even if his sleepless night had made him doubt that it really was the safest thing to do.
He could have used the door connecting their rooms, but he chose to walk out into the hallway and knock on her door. Loki had seen the way she’d looked at their proximity with revulsion and he wasn’t about to piss her off for something like this — no matter how much he enjoyed the look on her face that made him wonder if she would try to stab him. He knew she had a dagger on her. He didn’t know where she kept it, but he knew it was there. And knowing it was there made things all the more interesting.
After a few knocks, he heard faint movement and then the sound of her dragging her feet to the door. When she pulled open the door, she groaned.
“What?”
Loose hair poked every which way out of her braids and her already squinty eyes narrowed even further. Judging by the baggy, soft looking pyjama — courtesy of Valkyrie — it seemed he’d been the one to wake her up this time.
“Morning,” he chirped.
“Rot in the seven hells,” she muttered back.
Loki was sure she was going to slam the door in his face but then she seemed to remember where she was and why she was here. The forced smile she shot him made her look queasy.
“I mean,” she sucked in a long breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she collected herself, “good morning, Laufeyson.”
His smile grew. Her eyes darkened with fury.
“No actually, I really did mean rot in the seven hells,” she whispered before slamming the door in his face.
“Guess you’re not a morning person,” Loki muttered to the door.
He leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes, waiting for her to come back out. He heard her soft footsteps padding around in the room as well as the sound of drawers opening and closing. He wasn’t paying much attention to her other than to make sure she didn’t escape out the courtyard window. Even if she did it only to explore more of the palace on her own, he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to explain the escapade to the council. Loki was well aware that he was already walking on thin ice with them, his lies barely convincing enough for them to swallow.
When YN walked back out of the room, her scowl was replaced by a smile that was almost terrifying it was so phoney. But with the hallway deserted, it quickly dropped. She opened her mouth and then closed it, eyes darting to the walls as she swallowed her anger. Still, he could see it there, simmering just below the surface.
It didn’t matter how well she’d hidden it at the party, there was no doubt in his mind that she hated him. So he grinned, knowing it set her on edge. She sucked in a deep breath and for a second he held his, wondering if this was the moment she was actually going to throw a punch at him but she only smiled sweetly. He held her gaze and nodded, oddly satisfied that she wasn’t going to back down. He knew it was stupid of them to be acting this way in public, but this silly competition between them was the only thing lately that didn’t want to make him crawl back into his bed.
“It’s going to be a quick breakfast today,” Loki began, leading her down the hallway as if they hadn’t been locked in a staring contest, “we have a meeting soon.
“Great.”
He wasn’t looking forward to it either.
“I deserve the most amazing breakfast after what I did last night,” she continued.
Loki knew that was true, but they didn’t have the time for it. Not wanting to say as much, he replied arrogantly, “that was only because you were following my lead.”
He smirked when her face pinched in frustration.
“If any of us was pulling the weight last night, it was me,” she snapped with a glare that would have withered most people.
Loki made a mental note to keep her away from Nebula for now. He wasn’t sure the palace was ready for what might happen if the two of them met, regardless of whether or not they got along.
“Doubtful,” he taunted.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
He stopped short, surprised. She crossed her arms over her chest, not looking apologetic or like she was about to take back her words any time soon. Fine with him. He didn’t want her to either.
“How about we call it a tie,” he offered even though what he really wanted to do was see how far he could push her before one of them gave up and called it quits.
“I don’t do ties,” she answered haughtily.
He chuckled unable to look away from the fire in her eyes when he said, “neither do I.”
You hated to admit it, but breakfast, although quick, had almost made up for being woken up this morning. Almost. But that wasn’t because of failure the food’s part. Your body was already showing signs of fatigue and wear, and only a battalion of food and sleep would stave off the effects of your abilities — because the one solution to your problem wasn’t an option here.
You sat at the head of a massive oval table with Loki, listening to the councilmen bicker about a new policy which, if you had understood correctly, would increase trade between Asgard and the realms that had once sided with Odin during the war. The longer they argued about the semantics of the policy, the angrier you became.
Loki had been silent through the whole matter, looking like he was about to fall asleep. He hadn’t spoken a word the entire time you’d been here either, not even a word as you’d walked in. But your presence had spoken volumes, silencing the room as you’d entered. Only a nod from Loki had started the meeting.
The councilmen’s voices never rose beyond mild disinterest — never showed real emotion — as they spoke of the best way to profit and collude with the people who had condoned a genocide hundreds of years ago. You wanted to bash their heads into the table, their words exhuming memories of screams and terror and smoke. You fought to push them back into their box, but the harder you pushed, the faster the memories rose to the surface. Fear and anger washed over you until you weren’t certain that you would’t lunge across the table and rip them to shreds.
Fingers brushed against the back of your hand and you jumped, almost snarling at the contact. Loki’s fingers smoothed back and forth along your clenched hand, but his attention was elsewhere as if it was a mindless gesture he did every day. You smoothed out your hand, and the evidence of your frustration, feeling the eyes of the councilmen on you. You weren’t sure if they’d felt your anger pulsating across the room or if the little act of intimacy had caught their attention, but they now stared at you expectantly as if they were waiting for something.
You looked over at Loki, trying to figure out what you’d missed. You half expected him to return your gaze with that cocky little smirk of his, but his expression was colder than Niflheim. It wasn’t focused on you either. It was focused on the fey in front of you.
“No,” was the only thing Loki said, voice eerily calm.
Helio’s lips spread into a satisfied grin.
“No, prince?” He sneered the title like an insult, “without an active king on Asgard, these matters fall into the hands of a council vote. And if I must remind you, there is no active king on Asgard.”
Loki’s fingers stopped moving, “It will wait until the orange moon.”
The air suddenly dropped in temperature as Loki’s command reverberated throughout the room. The other councilmen flinched at the raw power behind his order, but Helio only sneered.
“I’m afraid it cannot wait. Svartalfheim and Alfheim have given us until the next moon to decide,” Helio replied pleasantly, leaving the obvious unsaid when he continued, “we must act now.”
You stared between them, your anger rising up into your throat like bile. None of them looked at you directly, but you knew this was a direct hit at you. They hadn’t said anything about your presence here, but you’d known by their faces the moment you’d walked into the room that Loki had broken some sort of rule by bringing you along. And now, because of Loki’s arrogance, realms filled with terrible people who had done horrifying things were going to benefit from it. And of course, as the leader of the realm who turned its back on the Dual Realms during the war, you knew he wasn’t going to try any harder than he had to to stop the policy from going through. This was all part of the act. He was acting frustrated on your behalf, like the lover of any human would. He was a fraud and a coward. He didn’t care.
“I will not see Thor’s work destroyed by Fey who wish to see humans eradicated because they are terrified of them,” Loki affirmed, his voice no louder than a whisper.
Magic crackled in the air and the councilmen seemed to freeze, their spines straightening as if they’d been electrocuted. Their faces paled with genuine fear, but Loki hadn’t done anything more than whisper a threat. Or so you thought. A memory of the pain you’d felt that first night flickered through your mind and you realized that maybe he was doing something to them — something only they could feel.
“We will not loosen our policies with the angels or the dark elves,” he continued, “there will be no vote.”
Nothing happened in the room for an eternal moment and then a collective sigh escaped their lips along with five terse nods. No one said anything, their glares of hatred a clear enough message. You shivered. Loki might have won this battle, but judging by their looks, they weren’t finished with the war. Not by a long shot.
“We’re done here.”
Loki stood, lifting your hand with his. His face had softened slightly into a half smile, but all you could see was the cold fury in his eyes. You inspected him a little closer, surprised. There was no way you could have misjudged him, knowing what you did about what had happened during the war, but it was hard to believe that every emotion he portrayed was an act.
His grip on your hand lessened and you realized he was reading your inspection as hesitation. You held on tighter knowing you couldn’t break the act. Not now.
“We’re done here,” you echoed, your anger and frustration on full display.
Loki nodded tersely and led you out of the room, not once looking back. Neither of you said a word on the way to your rooms, you because you were were too afraid to say anything incriminating that might be overheard and him…well you honestly had no clue what was going through his head. All traces of emotion — real or fake — that he’d shown in the meeting were gone, his face unreadable. You couldn’t say the same for yourself. All you wanted to do was hit something. Instead, you began counting the tiles on the floor as you passed, hoping to take your mind off the meeting long enough to calm down.
“I have a feeling it’s not me you’re angry at, but it’s hard to tell by the way you keep glaring at me,” he murmured with a soft chuckled.
At the sound of his amusement, it took all of your restraint not to grab your dagger and jab it into his chest. He hadn’t once looked your way but he obviously knew how you were feeling. The thought enraged you even more, knowing you weren’t skilled enough at courtly politics to keep any sort of emotion off your face.
“After a meeting like that, I have every right to be,” you snapped, refusing to clarify whether you were mad at him or at them.
“Yes, you do,” he answered softly. Loki stopped beside your bedroom door and rested against the wall, peering down at you with a sad expression on his face. “And if it’s any consolation,” he shrugged slightly as if the words made him uncomfortable, “I’m sorry about what happened to your people.”
Your heart jammed into your throat, the words knocking the breath from your chest. How did he know what you were? How had you managed to give away so much? And how could he be sorry when he’d sat by and let it happen?
Somehow you managed to echo, “my people?”
His brows furrowed slightly, “humans.”
Your people. Those weren’t your people. Other than your sister, there weren’t any of you people left. He’d made damn sure of that when he’d chosen his own realm and left yours to die.
“It’s not a consolation,” you managed and pushed open the door.
You strode to the middle of the room, hands about to tear out your hair when you realized that you hadn’t shut the door behind you. Loki peered around the corner, barely having moved from his position.
“What do you want?” you growled.
He shrugged again, “I’m glad you haven’t forgiven them…any of them… for what they’ve done. I know it was generations before you, but none of them deserve your forgiveness.”
The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, “no thanks to you.”
The expression on his face hardened, the temperature dropping with it. He didn’t move, his body taking inhuman stillness. A predator waiting to pounce. The silence itself felt dangerous and you could sense your magic rising like hackles in anticipation of a fight — a fight you very much wanted. You held his gaze, daring him to contradict you. You held it just to prove that, unlike the other nobles here, you weren’t afraid of him. That unlike the Fey, you weren’t his to command.
You continued with a snap, “You don’t get to have an opinion when you’re just as much to blame as the rest of them.”
“Watch it YN,” he warned, eyes darkening, his voice a low growl in the back of his throat.
You let out a cold laugh, “make me.”
“You don’t want to go there,” he took a step forward but seemed to remember himself and then stopped.
It only made a ferocious grin spread further across your lips. His eyes flared, a green so bright you could have sworn you saw magic and fire through them. Good.
“You want a fight? Courtyard. Five minutes,” he barked through clenched teeth, “jump out the window if you don’t know how to get there.”
He turned away and slammed the door behind him.
You let out a breath as if the step he’d taken into your room had sucked all the air from it. But that didn’t mean that any of your anger was gone along with him. It wasn’t going to be a fair fight, not while you were in this form, but you were sure in the seven hells not going down without one. Him and his people had ruined thousands of lives during the war. You were going to make him hurt for that.
Loki trembled as he strode away from YN’s room, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His breathing shallowed and he could feel the memories ebbing in like shadows from the corners of his mind. He tried to shove them down before they could wrap those dark tendrils of despair around him and cripple him completely but they weren’t having it. He stuffed his fists into his pockets before anyone could see. He could feel the magic currents in the air, stronger now than before, and it took all of his restraint not to pull on one and watched an explosion of magic follow in its wake.
She hadn’t been there. YN hadn’t been there during the war and yet even she knew how much of a failure he’d been. The word echoed in his mind, bouncing around and repeating itself until the only sound he could hear was failure. Loki tried again to push the feeling down and lock it away like he’d gotten so much better at doing, but nothing stopped the word from getting louder and louder in his head.
His steps quickened. If she wanted a fight, she would damned well get one.
He was in the courtyard before the minute was up a materialized a long bamboo stick. Just because he was loosing his head didn’t mean that he was stupid enough to fight with real weapons. He paced around the dirt, unable to stand still. He wasn’t calm, but at least he wasn’t shaking anymore. He twirled the stick in his hands. He checked the time. Paced to the other side of the courtyard and back. Checked the time. Took the top layer of his tunic off. Rolled his shoulders back. Checked the time.
The wind picked up, carrying the smell of the sea even this far inland, dragging along dark clouds in tow. A storm was coming. If that wasn’t a sign that this was a bad idea and that he should turn back, he didn’t know what was. But he couldn’t do a damned thing to stop himself.
When the five minutes were up, the courtyard was still empty. He didn’t blame her for not coming. Not after the way he’d snapped at her and ordered her here. He was about to head off to the barracks to find Nebula for a fight when he heard YN step out into the courtyard. She didn’t take another step, and with his back to her, he wasn’t sure he should turn around and face her. He was about to tell her to go back, that this wasn’t a good idea, but she spoke up before he did.
“If you were going to order me around like the king you once were then I would have thought you’d have the decency to let us fight with actual weapons.”
He turned around, and even though he didn’t feel like it drawled, “Somehow, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
That earned him a cold laugh, “maybe you’re right.”
Valkyrie had done her job well, giving YN a sleek, lightweight fighting tunic that he knew would protect her far more than it looked like it would. She stomped across the courtyard with the purpose of someone who was very, very pissed off.
“One?” he asked, lifting the stick so that she knew what he was talking about. He hadn’t risen to her taunt but he wasn’t calm enough to be polite about it.
“Two.”
He materialized two short sticks and handed them over, arm outstretched, not daring to get any closer. YN didn’t flinch at his display of magic, which either meant that she was accustomed to it or she didn’t care. Loki hoped it was the latter because the former would meant that things were infinitely more complicated.
She took the smallest step necessary to reach the sticks and lifted them from his hands with surprising gentleness. She turned them over in her hands delicately, twirled them around once, twice, and then nodded. He wasn’t sure if it was to him or to herself.
She lifted her head, “Rules?”
“None,” he replied. It seemed that neither of them could manage more than a one worded answer.
She barred her teeth in a cat like grin and through all his emotion, he felt a prick of interest. Fighting a human would be easy, but the look in her eyes, alive with fury and determination, promised him a good fight. Even if he found that hard to believe.
She backed into a fighting stance. He did the same, waiting for her to make the first move. She took a small but steady step and they began to circle. Loki refused to give into the instinct to finish the fight before it even started, reigning it in despite how much he itched for a real fight Every step he took, he took waiting to see what she’d do next. He was never waiting long. Her steps were human and easily predictable and the mindless circling was making him more frustrated than less.
She slashed with one of her sticks and he easily sidestepped the hit without returning it. He grinned, only to taunt her. But despite her temper, she didn’t lash out and waited for what would have been an opportune moment had he been human. Instead, he feinted and sent her tumbling to the ground. To his surprise, she caught herself at the last second and rolled back up to her feet.
“Stop holding back,” she snarled.
He hesitated, not sure if he should follow her demand, knowing she physically wouldn’t be able to keep up.
“Do it,” she ordered, and then added just because she could, “Prince Loki.”
He moved on instinct, blocking and countering her moves easily until, within moments, he had her pinned to the ground, his body hovering just above hers.
“Was this what you wanted?” he growled, finding no satisfaction in the easy win.
Her lips spread into a feline grin that, paired with the crazy look in her eyes, sent shivers down his spine — even if she was the one pinned down with a stick to her throat.
She lifted her chin higher, their noses almost touching, and crooned, “look down, prince.”
He titled his head, his anger momentarily giving way to curiosity. She was too confident for him to think that he’d won this fight. And he wasn’t wrong. There, piercing the fabric of his tunic, was a very real dagger — the same one she’d pointed at him the first night — poised to stab him in the heart if she wanted. Of course, now that she’d told him it was there, there was no way she could move fast enough to strike the killing blow, but somehow, she’d drawn that knife on him without him realizing it.
“You cheated,” he huffed, admittedly impressed.
He couldn’t deny, even through all of his anger, that there weren’t many people who could have pulled a dagger on him, let alone a human.
She dropped the knife and tucked it into her boot, their bodies brushing against each other at the movement. Loki knew it hadn’t been there in the first place and that she had done so in order to keep its hiding place a secret. If he was in her shoes, he would have done the same.
“Human,” she shrugged as if it wasn’t the most vague answer she could have come up with.
He lifted up off the ground, but didn’t offer her his hand. He knew she wouldn’t take it.
“So that automatically makes you a cheater?”
“It means that I’m always at a disadvantage and I do what I have to,” she said, brushing the dirt off her pants.
YN picked up the other stick that she’d discard in the fight, her fingers paling from the death grip she had on it. She may have looked collected, but obviously he wasn’t the only one who was still itching for a fight. Good.
He propped up the stick, ready in his hands, “I’ll keep that in mind for the next round.”
“Next round?”
The words were phrased as a question, but she was already twirling her sticks, eyes widening as she readied for a fight. It didn’t stop him from goading her even further.
“What,” he smirked, “are you tired, YN?”
“Don’t use me as an excuse to give up, Prince Loki,” she retorted.
His grin widened, “I wouldn’t dare.”
You were pretty sure you were about to collapse, but at least you no longer wanted to throttle everyone in this place. Sweat dripped from your forehead onto the ground and you wiped it away before taking a long sip of water. Loki stood at the far end of the courtyard, whispering with a dark elf who looked just as imposing as Loki did. Your human body had been ready to quit the round before the last, but your pride and anger had refused to tell him that. Mercifully, the elf’s interruption had made Loki declare it the final one. You didn’t know who the elf was and neither of them had offered up any introductions, but you could tell he was important judging by the way Loki listened to him so intently.
From your spot sitting on the ground you kept your eyes on them, trying to glean any information you could from the exchange. Both of their expressions remained neutral, never giving anything away. The only thing you knew for sure was that they were talking about something important.
You dug your fingernails into the dirt. Had Odin known how impossible his demand had been when he had made it? Had he realized you weren’t prepared for any of this? You balled the earth in your hand. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care.
Loki pursed his lips, the first sign that he wasn’t happy with their conversation, but he nodded anyways. That seemed to satisfy the elf and he turned around, your gazes locking for a second. You forced your face to remain neutral, trying to keep the surprise off your face. The entirety of his arm from his shoulder down to his fingertips was a dark metal laced with traces of gold. You’d never seen anything like it. Dark elves were notoriously fast and strong, and yet something had taken off with his arm. You shuddered to think what that thing could be. The corner of his mouth barely moved, so much so that you weren’t sure it had, but you had the impression he was amused. He was already walking away before you got the chance to look at any of his other features.
“Do it now,” the elf called over his shoulder as he left the courtyard.
You looked over at Loki to see how he’d take the order, but he didn’t seem fazed by it. Actually, he looked as tired as you felt even though you knew that couldn’t be true. He rolled his head from hide to side, a gesture more human than you thought possible from a Fey. Strange.
“Do you think we can manage dinner with the councilmen tonight?” he asked, striding over, “because we’ll be dinning with them every second night.”
You groaned and let your head fall back against the wall.
He didn’t say anything but you could feel his eyes on you, watching in that same unnerving way he always did. Even with your eyes closed you felt like you were giving away more information than you could afford to part with.
“How many days until the orange moon?” you couldn’t help but ask, too tired to do the math anyways. You didn’t care that he knew you wanted the Hand and that you wanted to leave. It was the one thing between you that wasn’t a secret.
“Anxious to be queen?” He chuckled.
I snorted, “I was never meant to be queen.”
He didn’t say anything to that and when you opened your eyes you almost flinched back. His hand was right in front of you, extended. You hadn’t heard him approach, even on the crunchy ground, because of your stupid human hearing. He smirked but there was none of the usual humour in his eyes. Instead he looked almost…sad.
“If it makes you feel ay better, neither was I,” he said, pulling you up to a stand.
You stood facing each other for a moment as you tried to figure out what to do with that information. If you’d known more about Asgard you might have understood, but you’d never been very good at sitting down for lessons and you couldn’t remember much from them anyways. Something had happened to make this fey a king and as much as you hated him, you got the feeling he had never asked for it.
But you knew that if you pressed him for information he would never trust you and you’d never get the Hand before the orange moon. And anyways, this place had to have a library. Just because you hated sitting down for a lesson didn’t mean that you weren’t able to do it now.
“Meant to be queen?” you teased instead.
You felt victorious when you saw the tension leave his face. If you could control your temper long enough to get him to trust you then maybe this whole thing wasn’t as hopeless as you first thought. For the first time since it had been put around your neck like a noose, Odin’s pendant didn’t feel as chilling.
“Exactly,” he chuckled, “shall we go to another excruciating meal with the council?”
You looped your arm in his, “only because we have to.”
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Pseudo Princess Pt.10
Kindred Spirit
10/19/2019
Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 5,960
Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, language, yummy Thor
A/N: Okay, as I said before, I’m a little sick right now so I didn’t go back to edit almost at all. Please excuse the mistakes. I will come back and edit at some point but I’m just so unfocused right now. Hopefully this makes sense. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo
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Day 3
“-well, and I’m not sure what to do with you. If I were a good friend, I would take you back. I’m sure Steve is missing his wife.”
You’re groggy, weak. Your head aches! Your stomach really hurts too. It groans loudly with the smell of freshly cooked rabbit. The burn of black oak saturates the air but through it cuts a small hint of charge. Like the few moments after a lightning strike.
“Why would his wife run away?” The voice ponders, paying you no mind as you groan. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you weren’t happy. No one who’s happy runs away from home.”
What is he babbling about?
“Are you finally waking up little bird?” He asks, his voice is rich. Not just deep.
Even though he’s clearly sitting a bit of distance away from you, you can feel his tone in your chest.
You look around, focusing on the spot you’re lying in and see you’ve been wrapped in a bright red cloak. Your head is resting on a small bag stuffed with something lumpy but soft.
The sky is purple, shifting into velvet black. Had you slept the day away?
“Are you hungry?” The stranger asks.
At the question you look at him and find him bathed in firelight. He’s still as beautiful as the first moment you saw him and you’re slightly shocked to find that you hadn’t dreamt him up.
Your head is only slightly clearer. You need food and water.
“Here.” He holds out a large leaf with small pieces of freshly roasted rabbit meat.
The smell is intoxicating, and your stomach reaches out and takes the food.
“Eat it slowly. If you haven’t eaten in a while you may-”
You scarf down the last piece. Swallow, then hold out the leaf, eyes pleading for more.
“-make yourself…sick…more?” He checks.
You nod, then wait as he places a few more pieces on the leaf.
“In half an hour I will give you more.” He says, but you’re so busy eating that you don’t care.
“Why are you here? Did you really run away from Steve?” He wonders.
You swallow, licking your fingers as you finish another piece.
“How do you know his Majesty? Why does everyone call him by his first name?” You ask, upset.
So many secrets. Or…really just one. But it’s big enough!
“Oh.” The stranger says, blinks in surprise, then clears his throat. “Forgive me. My name is Thor. Son of-”
“Son of Odin.” You say slowly, mouth dropping open in awe. “You’re an Asgardian. A King. The God of Thunder.”
“You’ve heard of me!” Thor says excitedly, smiling wide, eyes crinkling at the corners.
You nod slowly as he reaches between his legs and produces a fancy looking waterskin. It’s big and it sloshes, wet and tempting.
He holds it out to you and this time you crawl closer to close some distance, moving to sit beside him as you throw the cap open and take a long drink.
You immediately spit it out, coughing loudly as you hack against the bitter flavor. It hits the back of your throat and you taste barley and honey, but you can’t get past the sharp bite to appreciate the flavor.
You’re too busy coughing, passing the skin back to Thor as he chuckles and takes it.
“Oh. That must be the beer.” He says, humor in his tenor. “Here. This one is the water.”
He holds out a second waterskin, just as large, just as slushy and you uncap it but take a careful sniff before you drink.
Thor laughs again. “I’m sorry, little bird. I really didn’t mean to hand you the wrong one. But this will make Sif happy. She’ll be happy to know that her beer is mighty.”
You drink water until your stomach hurts. You outright refuse to hand the skin back to Thor and instead hold it on your lap, staring at the dancing flames of his campfire.
“Do you feel a little better?” He asks.
“Yes.” You swallow, licking your chapped lips. “Thank you.”
“How long had it been since you ate?” He wonders, putting a piece of rabbit in his mouth.
He chews slowly, savoring the plain taste of the meat. It isn’t seasoned.
“A few days.”
“That’s not good for you.” He states, looking over to give you a quick once over. “Don’t worry, I’ll escort you home and then we’ll get a doctor to take a look at you.”
“I’m not going back.” You state, sure, determined.
“Is that wise?” He looks you over again, lingering on your pretty shoes that were not made for the length of trek you’ve taken through such rough terrain.
You adjust your skirt to hide them and his eyes roam back over you until he meets your eyes.
“You are Queen of Broklin. They will be looking for you. You’re important, little bird.” He smiles kindly.
“Let them look.” You sigh. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Because you’re just like a little bird. Escaping the hardships of your gilded cage, as they say.” His smile is knowing. As if he knows a lot about gilded cages.
He probably does. He’s King of Asgard, after all.
“The castle wasn’t a cage.” You frown, hating the taint his words give the happier aspects of your life there.
It wasn’t all bad. You’d had Nat—what have I done?—and Peter—will he blame himself?—and Bucky and Sam. You had friends.
“I lived a good life in the castle. I had great friends and I wanted for nothing.” You assure him.
“Oh?” If your life there was so great, why run?” He challenges, posing a valid question.
Despite all the love of your friends, their support and comfort. One large hole stands in the castle, in your bed, in your heart.
You haven’t thought it in ages, hoping to distance yourself from the way you’d felt but clearly it hadn’t worked. Hearing him say that marrying you was a mistake was just as painful even without you using his name.
Steve.
“His Majesty does not love me.” You look down at your feet, intent on hiding the depths of your hurt. “He told me he wished he had not married me…”
You don’t succeed at hiding your feelings.
When you look at the God, he’s watching you as all traces of his easy smile vanish. He narrows his eyes a little, considering you for a moment.
“I’m sorry.” He nods. “I haven’t spoken to Steve since Margaret died, and he was a wreck when it happened. When I heard the news of his remarriage, I had hoped that perhaps it meant that at last he’d found a way to live on. To be happy. I’m sad that is not the case.”
There’s that name again.
“Can you not-I…I know that I shouldn’t hate someone who’s dead, but I find it harder and harder to hear her name.” You feel like a complete jerk for feeling such animosity for a woman you’d never met. A woman who by all accounts had been good and kind. But she’s been such an obstacle for you. Always there even though she’s long gone. “Please, don’t say her name.”
You beg, picking at the bottom of the waterskin in your lap.
Thor goes silent. For a few minutes, the two of you sit as the world breathes around you. The breeze picks up and you draw the large red cloak—no, it’s a cape of sorts—closer to shield against the slightly chillier wind. The fire crackles and finally Thor breathes in.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to find something to do until you want to return home.” He smiles at you, offering more rabbit.
“You’ll stay with me?” You ask, uncertain of his intentions but feeling a little comfort at least that he seems to know Steve. “Why?”
“It is my duty to keep you safe as a fellow sovereign and because it’s the right thing to do. Also, my friends would never forgive me if I left you out here alone. No. I will wait until you’re ready. Then I will escort you home.” He nods, happy to see you eat.
“What if I’m never ready to go back?” You check, wondering if he’ll force you.
“For your own good, for the good of Broklin, I hope you will be ready. Soon. I know Steve and he may not be himself at the moment, but he would rather suffer for you than have you struggle out here on your own. He’s a good man. I’m sorry that you have found him now, when he’s still not recovered.
“But I don’t think I’ll have to worry. You’ll want to go back soon.” He says with confidence.
“How do you know?” You ask him, curious as to this unwavering belief that he’s right.
“You love him. It’s as clear as the stars above our head. You’re angry. And hurt. I don’t blame you.”
“Maybe that’s why I’ll stay away?” You counter. “When he means nothing to me, then I’ll go back. Then I can accept who I need to be, and I won’t have to hide how I feel.”
“Then I will stay by your side until you no longer love him.” Thor promises, and with another smile from him, you feel yourself relax at least knowing that you won’t be alone.
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Day 10
“Why can’t I catch one?!” You growl, flinging your snare onto the ground in frustration.
One week is how long you’ve been moving along with Thor. A week of late-night chats. Sleeping by warm fires and getting to know the God of Thunder.
He has a brother. Loki. Adopted. God of Mischief who Thor has left in charge of Asgard for now. He’d divulged his own troubles with love, and it seems he finds himself in a similar situation to your own, only his is more depressing.
He chuckles as he moves towards you, wide heavy steps as he moves over large rocks and tall grass.
“You’re so stubborn.” He says.
“I am not.” You argue.
He laugh then sits on large boulder before gesturing you towards him.
“Come.”
You make your way to him, picking up your snare as you go, shoving your skirt aside.
You’re still in the dress you’d escaped in only it’s in tatters and you’ve placed a leather skirt over the smoother silk and linen. You’ve washed it once and bathed since Thor found you albeit in a cold river and damn, do you miss your hot baths.
Thor reaches out and waits for your snare. You place it in his hand and move to lean beside him against the boulder. Around your shoulders is his red cape. He’s forced you to keep wearing it because it’s colder here now that you’re closer to the sea again.
“Look.” He spreads your snare wider, adjusting the loop of the wire you’d been working with. “You’re making them too small. The rabbits here are bigger than the ones back in Malibia. Give me your hands.”
You hold them open and watch him place the wire around them, showing you the size of the loop that you need to make.
“This feels too big.” You argue.
“Stubborn woman.” He chortles.
“I’m sorry!” You fuss.
He laughs. “It does not matter anyway; I’ve caught enough for the both of us. Go set this one and let’s go back to camp.”
“Okay.” You sigh, moving to set your snare down.
When you’re satisfied with its placement you move towards him but gasp as your thin shoe tears against the side of a jagged rock.
“Ow…” You whisper and Thor is at your side, hands hover around you without knowing what’s wrong.
“What? What is it? Where?” He demands, an almost panic in his voice.
You reach out and brace yourself on his shoulder as you lift your foot to look at the small cut. Nothing serious. Just a scratch.
“My shoe.” You say, and Thor leans down to look at the tear.
“You need better shoes.” He declares, then without waiting for your response, he sweeps your legs out from under you with one arm and supports your back with the other as he lifts you off the ground.
“Thor!” You complain, startled by being carried so suddenly.
Instinct prompts you to reach up and wrap your arms around his neck but as you come to your senses you move them down to his shoulders.
He says nothing and carries you back to camp.
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Day 17
“So, you don’t know when she’s coming back?” Thor looks a little sad as he sits beside you, picking at blades of grass between his legs, his right propped up with his elbow resting on it while his left hand does its fidgeting.
“No. I’m sure if she intends to stay away, she’ll send word.” Thor nods, looking at you to smile wide. It’s forced but not ingenuine. He really just tries to take it all in stride.
You see a lot of yourself in Thor. Although he was born into his crown, you can see the weight that it settles on his shoulders. He’s unsure of it, like you are. And like you he’s just as lost in love.
“Does your Lady Jane have a long history with her past fiancé? I would assume that they were together a long time.” You probe, wanting to understand your new friend more.
“They were together for a long time. Blake proposed but did not really want to get married so, they broke off their engagement and then I met her while she was in Asgard studying the stars. We have the best account of the skies and she entranced me with her wit and intelligence.” Thor nods.
“No doubt she’s pretty too?” You smile at him.
“Beautiful.” He smiles.
“How long were you two-?”
“It’s been about two years since we established a courtship. I proposed after a few months. But Jane is unsure of the life I can offer her.” You look away as he speaks now, knowing what Jane must be feeling.
“It’s scary.” You tell him, knowing that it won’t alleviate his pain but maybe you can offer some sort of understanding between them? “Having all this new responsibility?”
“One that you have shirked.” He teases, leaning to nudge you with his shoulder.
You smile, shake your head, and bite your lip.
“Yes.” You agree. “And I feel really…I shouldn’t have left like that.”
Thor’s smile is gone when you look up at him again.
“I don’t blame you. Steve should not have said what he said. I understand his grief and I can’t hold it against him, but I’m sorry that he’s hurt you. You do not deserve that, little bird.” Thor reaches over and places his hand over yours, you quickly turn yours over to lace your fingers through his.
You’ve been finding comfort in Thor like this for several days. He seems to need the physical reassurance as much as you do.
A soft touch.
A connection.
You settle in against his arm, tucking yourself into his side underneath it and he sighs heavily. Both of you heartbroken and uncertain of your futures.
“It can’t have been all bad though, right? You said that he came to you every night?” He hesitates for a moment but then speaks with confidence. A light teasing. “That must have been fun.”
Laughter from you is not what he’d expected.
You lift your head and throw it back as you let the sad bit of humor die, then put your head back against his large bicep.
“Why is that funny?” He asks, genuinely confused but still slightly smiling at the sound of your laughter.
“Why would sleeping with his Majesty be fun?” You chuckle once more then turn to look up at him.
He’s staring at you, brow furrowed in confusion.
You sit up, a little worried, and shift so that you can see his face better.
“What?” You ask, suddenly concerned.
“Why would it not be fun?” He asks, frown lines creasing his handsome tanned face.
“Is it…” You swallow, nervous now for another reason.
Suddenly your mind is in a frenzy wondering if everything you thought about his Majesty liking your body at the very least, is a lie. You’ve been lying to yourself. You’re doing something wrong. Maybe that’s why his Majesty hasn’t warmed to you?
“Is it supposed to be fun?” Your startled expression makes Thor’s soften.
“Y/N…” He begins, swallowing hard before he turns towards the fire and after a moment, he shifts his entire body to face you. He takes both of your hands in his and slowly makes circles with his thumbs along your skin. “You may find this a bit-I know that I shouldn’t ask but I’m going to and if you do not wish to answer me than you don’t have to but please know that I only ask out of concern for you.
“Has Steve never made you feel good in bed?” He asks, his cheeks tinting pink as he does.
This question is just as uncomfortable for him to ask as it is for you to hear it.
You consider telling him that it’s none of his business. That you’ve only known him for a little half a month so how dare he ask you this very personal question?
But his eyes, those electric and piercing blues, tell you that he’s genuine in his concern. Also, you really want to know if maybe you’re doing something wrong yourself. If you can fix things with his Majesty…
You begin to shake your head, moving it to the right then hesitate, but finish shaking it as you answer his question with a timid. “No. Never.”
That’s a lie…there was those moments…right before on your wedding night…
“Wait, he did-I liked the way his hands felt just before we consummated our marriage. I liked how he felt…” Your ears are burning as you admit these things to him, things you haven’t even told Nat. “On top of me. His weight?”
“Is that all?” He asks.
“I was a virgin when we married.” You explain. “I knew that the first time would be difficult.”
“Difficult how?” Thor is frowning again.
You don’t want to say it. You know that it wasn’t normal. You know that he’ll judge his Majesty for it…but maybe he can help you?
“I think things were overwhelming of him that first night. I think maybe he missed…missed her and he’s so clearly not over her so doing that with me might have-”
“Y/N…” Thor says a bit more sternly. “What happened on your wedding night?”
You look away from his face, down at his wide chest and recount the night for him.
His Majesty had been quick. He’d wanted it over with. This you realize now. He’d wanted to be done with that part of the day and he’d been rough in his haste. You know that he didn’t mean to do it. You still know that his apology late that night had been sincere. He’d hurt you and he’d regretted it.
You also know now that it’s because he’s very much in love with Margaret still that he’s hurt you over and over again since then. Not physically. Never physically anymore, he could never do that to you after that first night, but he has hurt you. All for her.
By the time you’re done, Thor’s hands are shaking. He tries to hide his upset from you by releasing your hands and turning away, but you can see the tension in his shoulders.
“And has it been like that every night since then?” He checks, looking down at his fist clenched tight.
“No.” You hurry to reassure him. Scooting closer to try and look at his face. “No. His Majesty apologize for what happened that very night. He left me alone for a week while I recovered and when he returned from his trip, he told me that if I wanted him to stop that I need only say so. That he would not touch me until I was ready.
“But he needs an heir, so I did my duty. I…He’s been kinder. Gentler. It-It doesn’t feel good, but it doesn’t hurt. It…it doesn’t feel like anything really. One time I thought that he might kiss me but-”
“He hasn’t kissed you yet?!” Thor demands, turning to look at you with raging blue eyes. They almost seem to glow.
“I know he doesn’t love me. Why would he kiss me?” You ask him, confused by his anger.
“Am I possibly doing something wrong? Is there something that I need to do for it to be better?” You ask of him and he turns sorrowful eyes on you, aghast at your question. “I’m sorry, I don’t…I have no experience in things of this nature. I don’t know if-”
“You have done nothing wrong, little bird.” Thor turns to face you again. “You are…”
He swallows hard and it looks like he’s warring with himself.
“You are perfect.” He declares and you feel your neck burn.
“I’m not-”
“You are. I don’t know what keeps my stupid friend from seeing that, but he is wrong. You deserve to be cherished and I’m sorry that he has not given you that. If I were free…if my love were not otherwise already-” He hesitates but then leans in fast and kisses your lips before you can protest.
It catches you off guard and you let him kiss you only because your body is still trying to make a connection to your brain.
His lips are warm…no, hot. Like fire. They’re wet and soft and his eyes are closed.
They’re not his Majesty’s lips—and you find yourself a little foolish for wishing they were—but they feel good pressed against your own.
He pulls back and quickly runs his thumb across your lips, massaging them lightly.
“If you were not already married and if I did not love Jane…I would claim you as my own and give you the world, little bird.” He declares and your heart is thumping wildly in your chest.
He pulls you in against his chest and hugs you until you fall asleep.
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Day 27
You wander back from the water, moving to where Thor waits with an and his knife out as he slices it then eats a piece. You’re in a new nightdress. A simple one, shorter than the ones you wear at the castle, and more cheaply made too.
Thor had left you for a few hours early in the morning to get supplies from a village and he’d come back to tell you that the search for you is still ongoing. You’d been silent for most of the day, caught up in your guilt at leaving.
How worried would Nat be? Nat who’s been nothing but kind? You’re also very worried about Peter. Your own personal guard. What can this possibly be doing to him?
With him, Thor had brought new clothes for you, a simple dress made of wool in dark blue. Your hair freshly washed and now braided at the front to keep it back and out of your face you move to take the dress from him.
He has refused to leave your side lately and you’re not exactly sure why but he’s more protective than usual. His eyes wary. His anger, after admitting to him that you have yet to receive any kind of pleasure from his Majesty, has only intensified since you told him.
He hasn’t brought it up, but you know that’s what it’s about. He hasn’t kissed you again either which you’re grateful for. Not that you didn’t like it. You did. Very much. More than you should.
Thor feels like a second half. Like he knows you and how you’re feeling and what you want.
He knows you love his Majesty even if you know you shouldn’t.
“All done?” He asks, looking up at you as you move towards him trying your best to cover yourself as the wet from your bath in the river has made your nightdress stick to your skin.
“Yes.” You reach out for your dress and it only takes him a second to realize what you want before he clears his throat and hands it over.
His cheeks are flushed again, bright red as he avoids looking directly at you.
Slipping the dress over your head, you turn around to have him help you lace it up. The heat of his breath wafts against your exposed neck as you scoop your hair over your shoulder to give him access to the back.
He’s standing so close; his body heat is raising goosebumps on your skin.
You hear him swallow hard, and your mouth dries up.
“There.” He says, reaching over to pull your hair back into place.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
The two of you are being stupidly polite right now and you know that it’s because of this ridiculous tension you’re feeling. At moments when things are quiet, like now, when the world almost feels like it’s fallen away…the pull you feel towards this massive God-man and his beautiful blonde hair and beard…his stiff muscles and golden skin…it’s strong.
You wonder if it’s wrong to want him in these moments. You’re married. You, despite your better judgement, love your husband. But the way Thor makes you feel as if you aren’t alone is intoxicating and you want to be nearer.
Despite the power that radiates off of him, his size, and the way you can see that if he wanted to, he could crush your skull with his bare hands, he’s soft and gentle. He makes you feel safe.
You toss and turn, sighing every few minutes as you try and sleep. The fire a few feet away casts the world outside your little circle in dark shadows, as orange light dances along the inside.
Thor will still be awake. Keeping watch.
You turn one final time towards his usual spot and nearly panic when you see it empty.
“Tho-?” You begin, but a large calloused hand around your ankle draws your eye.
You look down at your feet to find Thor on his knees, left hand around your ankle, right on the other side of your leg.
There’s a sorrow in his eyes, a fire in the pupil, like desire. It steals your breath as he runs his left hand up along your right leg, pushing your dress up as he goes.
You lay back, staring down at him as you swallow and relish the way his finger tickle their way up along your skin.
“Let me show you.” He whispers, voice trembling in your chest, your core heating up and embarrassingly slick.
You’re self-conscious as he reaches it, sliding up along your body so that he can look down into your eyes as his hand teeters closer to your slit.
“Thor…” You hesitate, wariness in your voice.
Then he touches you, a single finger running up along your cunt. You can feel his digit slip along your folds until he’s pressing at your clit and you’re not sure what it is you’re feeling but you gasp and reach down to grab his wrist.
“Thor…” You plead, confused and startled.
“It’s alright.” He assures you and he brings that finger down and pushes it inside you.
You gasp again, shutting your eyes as you throw your head back, overcome with sensations that feel wild and uncontrollable.
You keep trying to catch your breath, to control the way his finger makes your thighs weak, but you can’t.
He pumps his finger slowly, watching your face as you open your eyes again and your mouth pops open in a silent cry.
“It can feel good.” He promises, showing you with his hand.
He adds a second finger and you whimper quietly, so quietly it’s hardly a sound. He presses his thumb against your clit again as he works his fingers, the sound of wet is loud and your ears burn in embarrassment.
Thor kisses you, meeting your lips with a quiet fervor, tongue sliding into your mouth quickly but just as quickly it’s gone, and you’re left gasping after him as he slides back down along your body and flips your skirt up and over his head.
He settles between your legs and you make to sit up, panicked by where he’s going.
You’re too wet down there! It’s gross. What is he doing?
“Thor!” You cry out, not in pleasure but in fear.
You feel the rough prickly hair of his beard against your thigh first and you’re so scared of where he’s going that you sit up fully, but your legs are spread wide for him as his shoulders keep you from closing them.
“Thor…” You plead, as his beard scratches the fold of your bottom. His nose tickles against your clit and your panic reaches its peak as you grab the back of his shirt to pull him away because you’re gross down there all wet, but he licks you and you moan.
He spreads your pussy lips with his fingers and guzzles you up, a sloppy open mouth kiss pressed to your cunt as he settles his mouth over your mound and his tongue laps at your clit.
Your body is shaking, weak from the shock of how euphoric your body feels.
You’re bathed in golden bliss and you didn’t even know it could feel this way. You didn’t know that a man with his mouth where Thor’s is was something that you could want.
This mass of muscle between your legs, licking up your juices and moaning with pleasure at the way you scratch into his back has opened your eyes and for a moment you feel happy.
Happy that this is possible. Happy that you’re not broken and what those girls back home had said about the way that a man could make them feel was real.
Through the pleasure however, a darkness settles over you. Sorrow wraps its skeletal hand around your heart and overpowers all physical wants.
Even though Thor’s powerful tongue is making your body tremble, your hips are starting to buzz and you can feel a build up of pressure in your cunt, you push him back. Before that pressure can crest, before you can feel where this build up can lead, you have to stop him. You deny your body the bliss it’s moving towards.
You don’t want this. You do...but...
“Stop.” You beg him, sobbing.
When had you started crying?
Instantly Thor is up, pulling your dress down as he moves to lay beside you, hovering as he checks you over with his hands and his eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, “I can be a bit enthusiastic.”
But you shake your head, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You look at him and see your arousal on his beard, shiny and heady in its scent.
Thor caresses your cheek, worried, but not disappointed.
“What is it, little bird?” He wonders, wiping a tear away.
But how can you put it into words? How can you explain to him the devastation you feel when you think about the fact that you’ve been sleeping with his Majesty for six months and not once has it ever come to feeling like it just did with Thor?
How do you explain to him that all you can think about, all you want, is for Steve to make you feel like this? You want to feel him want you. You want to feel this kind of passion.
He seems to understand without you needing to explain because he takes his hand and goes back to adjusting your dress over your legs.
He reaches for a small rag from his bag nearby and wipes his mouth before he settles in beside you and kisses your temple then pulls you tight against his chest as you continue to cry.
“I’m s-sorry.” You sob, nestling into his chest.
“Don’t be, little bird. You have nothing to apologize for.” He kisses your head again and gives you one final squeeze. “Sleep.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Day 32
“Be careful, Y/N. These rocks are wet.” Thor shouts towards you.
The two of you have been walking since the night that neither of you will talk about. You still hold his hand and you still sleep beside him, nestled in his arms, but he hasn’t tried to touch you again.
Things are not awkward though and you attribute that to his generosity and the way he seems to put you at ease.
The trees are starting to look familiar, dark oaks and tawny birch, nestled against the jade green of Broklin castle’s border forest.
You realize now, with Thor as your guide, that you’d been running in circles those first three days. Which is a stupid and silly mistake for you to make as you know better, but you blame it on the distraught state that you’d been in when you’d left the castle.
Now that you’re almost back, you’re eager to be there. See your friends and apologize for the stress you must be causing them.
“How much longer?” You wonder, stopping to look ahead, balanced precariously on the sloping tops of two large stones.
“Not long.” He promises. “Not long.”
The way he repeats it, sadly as if he regrets the short time the two of you have left together, makes you sad too.
You turn to look at him, licking your lips as you consider the consequences of what you want to tell him.
“If…if I wasn’t already married.” You say, loud enough for him to hear.
He stops walking, hand on his knee as he balances, eyes on you wrapped up in his bright red cape.
“If I didn’t love his Majesty…I would have been lucky to have you as a partner.” You admit, smiling at him kindly. “I feel as if I’ve known you for ages even though it’s only been a short time.”
Thor smiles, blue eyes twinkling fondly. “I know what you mean.”
“You deserve the world too, Thor. And I’m sure that Jane will come to her senses soon. I could write to her. Tell her about our adventures in the woods?” You offer, teasing him but also meaning it.
She should know that someone will love Thor the way he deserves if she lets him slip through her fingers. Any service as sovereign is well worth his love in your opinion.
“Thank you.” He booms. “I might have to take you up on that.”
As he begins to walk, you turn to move on too but find your vision obscured by a large silver sword swinging towards your face.
You duck quickly, years of dodging hits from the rougher men in your village finally paying off.
As you duck however, your foot slips and you go crashing to the ground.
The rocks you’d been standing hit painfully as you land on them. One against your side, one against your head. You roll to your right to rest between the rocks as a loud grunt from Thor finds your ears sounding muffled from the blow to your head.
You look around, blinking against the haze that you can feel coming and see a stunning spark of blue-white electricity. Like lightning only horizontal and coming from the direction Thor had been standing.
You see a figure in low-profile black leather armor take the hit and fly into the air, sword flying up into the sky and landing with a muted clang several feet away.
Thor’s face comes into view just as your vision begins to blacken.
He says your name, but you blink and don’t open your eyes again.
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Predator to Prey, Chapter 9
Loki was gobsmacked. He was in such disbelief that Akelia was… Not a wolf. She was… Human? Then part of him was kicking himself for not realising it. Everything made sense now.
Akelia looked like a deer in headlights. Her eyes were wide, face as white as a sheet.
Loki noticed her glancing towards the bedroom. In a split second she tried to bolt for said door, but Loki was too quick and managed to strike for her like a snake.
He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, a hand at her neck and the other planted firmly against the wall next to her head. Fear flooded her eyes as she looked between his.
She tried to change back to her wolf form, but Loki caught on and squeezed her neck.
‘Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it, I will just force you back again.’ He warned.
Loki felt her gulping and she stopped trying to change. Loki’s grip eased off, but he kept his hand in place so she knew not to try anything.
‘You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, pet. Are you going to behave if I let you go?’
‘Yes.’ She nodded slightly, her voice was a little croaky and quiet.
Loki slowly let go of her and took a step back. His eyes flitted down her body, suddenly remembering she was naked.
‘Here.’ He conjured up his cape and handed it to her.
She wrapped the large green cape around her, glad to finally have something to cover up with. Loki motioned to the sofa.
He could tell that she was scared, he felt a little bad for scaring her. Perhaps he had come on a bit aggressive. But his mind was racing with so many questions. He also felt a little betrayed. He had shared his home and food with her, after all. And she was hiding such a big secret.
Even though he had felt all along that there was more to her...
Loki didn’t sit down, he stood on front of her, towering over her in such an intimidating manner that Akelia wanted the ground to swallow her up.
‘Can you shapeshift into anything, or just a wolf?’ Loki asked.
‘Just… a wolf.’ She whispered.
Loki frowned, her voice sounded sore. He backed away and went to get a glass of water for her. She was grateful and gave him a half smile when he handed the glass to her.
He nibbled on his thumbnail while she drank the water. He was anxious to know more, to know everything. But he had to be patient with her.
‘I’m sorry’ She started with. ‘My voice… when I am a wolf for so long, my voice takes a while to come back.’ She croaked.
‘Don’t apologise.’ Loki sat down next to her.
‘I… I never meant for you to find out.’ She looked down at the glass in her lap, too nervous to look him in the eye.
‘Why ever not?’
She shrugged. ‘I just… I feel more comfortable as a wolf. I don’t trust anyone. Until… You…’
Loki felt his heart sink a little. He could tell by the way she was speaking and the look of her, that she had been hurt before. Her trust in people had been broken.
‘Where are you from? Were you born able to turn into a wolf?’
‘I was born here, on Earth. The next town over… I was cursed as a baby, apparently. That gave me this gift of turning into a wolf. But the curse side is that it exhausts me whenever I change. It takes a lot out of me… But you changing me didn’t seem to do so.’ Her voice was still croaky but it was starting to get better the more she talked.
‘You were cursed?’ Loki raised an eyebrow.
She nodded. ‘Seemingly the village I lived in wanted to expand. To do so, my father led the villagers to expand across the forest that was beside it. The protector of the forest wasn’t happy, kept warning everyone. But my father ignored the warnings and carried on. So then, the protector placed a curse upon me and turned me into a wolf.’
‘Then what happened?’
‘I couldn’t control it when I was a baby. I kept randomly changing into a wolf cub. I was tired all the time because of it. My parents then… sent me away. I don’t remember much about when I was younger, it’s what I’ve been told. The earliest I remember is growing up on Natuheim with who I thought were my parents.’ She said sadly.
‘It’s a beautiful realm.’ Loki said.
He’d been there before, when he was younger. Odin had taken him and Thor along once. It was the realm of nature. A beautiful planet full of wildlife. Those that lived there had learned to co-exist with the animals there. The people were just guests. He imagined it was the perfect place for her to grow up, especially while learning to control how to change forms.
She nodded. ‘Yeah… It is. But it wasn’t my real home. They lied to me all my life.’
Loki breathed out heavily. ‘Well, I know the feeling.’
Akelia looked up at him as he looked back at her. They both felt their hearts breaking for one another. Akelia had listened many nights while Loki told her all about his past. They were rather alike…
‘How did you get back here?’ Loki asked.
Akelia took another sip of her water before continuing. ‘I sneaked onto a ship that was leaving Natuheim. Had no idea where it was going, but then it got attacked and raided. I was taken onto another ship and ended up on a planet called Sakaar.’
Loki felt his stomach drop.
‘You were on Sakaar?’
She nodded.
Loki felt like he was going to be sick. He had been there before... Never again. He knew that a young woman as beautiful as her won’t have had an easy ride there. He dreaded to think what happened to her while she was there, and he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to know.
‘It was… horrible. I kept my wolf side hidden because I heard about The Grandmasters champion, I didn’t want to be chucked into the arena. No doubt to be killed. Someone from Vanaheim befriended me. I put my trust into him and we were close to escaping the planet. But he betrayed me. I then went a bit… mad. I turned into the wolf and fought my way out, managed to steal a spaceship and I just put it into hyperdrive and… I passed out, I don’t know what happened. When I woke, the ship had run out of fuel and was just kind of floating around in space. I thought that was it, but then a group of people came along and saved me. They took me here, to Earth. Then carried on their journey. Until you, they were the nicest people I’d met and I was only with them for less than an hour.’
‘You’re very lucky you managed to escape from Sakaar. Not a lot manage to get away from there and live to tell the tale.’ Loki said with a lump in his throat, feeling relieved she had indeed managed to get away.
‘I know… I was stuck there for about five years. Though at least it felt shorter there, cause of the weird time thing they have going on.’ She looked down at the glass in her hands again.
‘Why didn’t you tell me that you’re human?’ Loki asked.
She took a moment before answering. ‘I just… I don’t trust people. I found that being a wolf everyone was just scared of me and respected me. They didn’t try and hurt or belittle me. I found it was just… easier. Safer. After two years of being a wolf I kind of just forgot that I was human. When you helped me with my leg, it was a kindness I hadn’t had in a long time. I was curious too, because I knew you weren’t human.’
‘But you didn’t quite trust me enough to tell me about this?’ Loki asked, trying not to sound too hurt.
‘No… I do… I do trust you.’ She said, looking up at him. ‘I was just worried you wouldn’t want anything to do with me as a human. I mean, you don’t exactly seem to like them from what you’ve told me.’ She said quietly.
Loki rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. ‘I guess I have been speaking bad of mortals.’
‘I’ve just become too comfortable and safe as a wolf.’ She said.
Loki nodded in understanding.
‘What’s your real name?’ He asked.
‘It’s Maryanne. But I don’t like it.’
‘Well, shall I continue to call you Akelia?’ Loki chuckled.
‘Yeah.’ She nodded and smiled.
‘Akelia it is then.’ He smiled back at her. ‘I do have one, ok maybe a lot of questions. But, that time when you disappeared for a while and returned really down… What was that about?’
Akelia looked down, she didn’t want to talk about it. But she felt that he deserved an answer.
‘I attempted to go and see my real parents again. When I first got back to Earth, I went to see them but they looked so happy and content without me. So I didn’t bother. But after some things you said, I decided to try. But when I went to their door, they were shocked to see me and then told me they didn’t want anything to do with me. That I was a… monster.’
Loki reached over and put his hand over hers, making her jump a little. She looked at him and saw him looking at her with a kindness in his eyes that made her heart melt.
‘One thing I don’t really get is that normally when I shift forms myself, I am exhausted afterwards for a day or so. I have no energy or strength basically. But when you turned me, it was ok.’
Loki raised an eyebrow and hummed, leaning back. ‘Interesting… Perhaps that is part of your curse. If that’s the worst part, then as far as curses go, I’d say you got off rather lightly.’
‘Yeah, I guess so. She is part of me now, I feel more confident and empowered as a wolf. I think I’d be pretty gutted without her.’
Loki nodded. ‘It makes perfect’ He was cut off when there was the sound of someone coming down through the trees. He rushed over to the window to look and saw a few men from the village. He groaned in irritation.
‘Give me a minute.’ He said to Akelia, his armour and daggers forming on him.
‘Change me back. I can deal with them quickly.’ Akelia said eagerly.
‘I don’t think so. You might run off, and we still have a lot more to discuss.’ Loki said firmly.
Akelia sighed and muttered under her breath while Loki went outside to deal with the intruders.
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Pride and Prejudice
TITLE: Pride and Prejudice
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 59
AUTHOR: wolfpawn
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.
RATING: Mature
NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.
Tags - @skulliebythesea @asimovethroughthisworld @blackcherry26-blog @we-shadowhunter2901
Ella did not want her parents to leave Jotunheim. She loved having her family and friends from Asgard there with her. She used the opportunity to see as many from home as she could through their time on Jotunheim and to spend time with her friends as well as juggle being in court with Loki and also dealing with readying for the baby.
Loki’s vision for their rooms was not vastly different from hers. The most notable thing she noticed was that he wanted to keep her and the baby as defended as possible by altering the location of the bed so that he was more positioned to defend them both if there was reason to. Knowing that it was something of a peace of mind for him, she merely agreed and assisted with her seidr to allow his request to occur. Satisfied, he seemed more settled leaving both soon-to-be parents more at ease with everything to come.
Watching her parents ready to leave, she inhaled deeply and ensured that her emotions were not to the fore. Ever the perfect depiction of a royal, she remained stoic and unemotional.
Thor joked and jested with both Aesir and Jotnar with whom he had grown close to, especially through their shared experience on the battlefield while her parents spoke mostly with other realm royalty.
Odin ensured to find himself alone with Laufey for a few moments.
“I would have thought you would want as little to do with me as possible now that such is no longer required.” The old Jotunn commented as Odin created a chair for himself to sit on beside the Frost Giant.
“Long before we warred, we spoke as two young and often foolish kings. Time has changed many things but I hope one of them is not your ability to converse.”
Laufey sighed. “I ignored that trait for a time and it cost me greatly but I still have it.” He looked over the realm that could be seen from the balcony on which they were sat. below them, Loki was speaking with Grengro, one of the Nidavallir dwarves on a matter. “It is a trait I ensured he exceeded me on and to his credit, he has surpassed anything I ever achieved on the matter, even if he did almost cause destruction with ignoring it as I once did.”
“He is young. Sometimes in youth, we do stupid things. I am only relieved that his came with no cost of life...in the end.” Odin growled as he added the last part, recalling Ella’s ill state when he was called from Asgard due to her ailing health. “Now look at him, speaking to those not even you ventured speaking to.”
“High praise from you of all beings, Allfather.”
“I always said that he would be an able king. Never let that be forgotten. I questioned his suitability to Ella and that worry showed that it had credence when he nearly killed her but nonetheless, both of them persevered in the end, and now look at them. An able king. Jotunheim will know great prosperity once more.”
“And our grandson?” Laufey asked. “One of both of our lines, Norn’s who would have thought such possible after the onslaught of war?”
“Even with the ability of Allsight available to some, it is never truly possible to predict what is to come. Jotunheim and Asgard are bound by blood. In the years yet to come, my son will find himself a wife and with that, have his own heir and our realms shall be ruled by cousins, bound by blood and hopefully comradery with it. It will strengthen them, I would think, but only time will tell.”
“Your wife does not share your hope,” Laufey commented. “Through all of this visit, she has been apprehensive.”
“Look at it as she sees it. Your son almost killed our daughter with neglect, he cast aside our tradition of a Queen standing beside her husband on the throne. I understand that the tradition is different here but Frigga, Vanaheim is stricter than even Asgard on those sorts of protocols and thus far, none of Ella’s traditions seem to be included. I know this is nothing you can control with regards to your son, but see it as my wife does or try at the very least. It is a very peculiar manner in which to do things. Of course, she is apprehensive.”
“And you, Allfather?”
“My opinion on the matter holds little standing.”
“Yet you have one?”
“Opinions are peculiar things. We all have them, they are all indeed valid as they do not have to even be based in fact and truth yet as they are singular to ourselves and in our minds, they all hold credence yet at the same time, they hold none as they are not required for anyone else. I have one but it does not matter, good or bad.” Odin growled his response.
“You may not say the words, Allfather but your eye and face do. You disapprove.”
“My daughter is nothing but an asset to your son. It would have been a simple acknowledgement to her standing to have given her some modicum of recognition.”
Laufey did not press the issue any further. He understood Odin’s thoughts even if he did not agree with the sentiment. The Jotnar and the Aesir were different in many aspects, this was simply one more. Ella’s title meant little. She was the mate of his son, his only one and the mother of the next king so her standing in that manner alone gave her significantly elevated status, giving her a title was not required, in his opinion. “You can control many things on many realms, Allfather but even this is beyond your or indeed my own intervention.”
“There is much yet written but some parts of it are more set in stone than we think.” He looked at Gungnir in his hand as he spoke.
“I often fear what it means when you ramble in manners in which few others understand.” Laufey watched Odin carefully. “What is it that you are planning, Allfather? How does it pertain to my realm?”
“I plan nothing for Jotunheim, it is not my domain in which to do so without due cause and your son gives me none but change is indeed afoot here.”
“How so?”
“That, it would seem, will be revealed to us all in the near future.”
Laufey knew he would not get a clear answer, so he said nothing more, hoping that whatever the Allfather had planned, it did not bode ill for Jotunheim.
*
“Ella?” She looked around at her mate. “I fear I need to tell you…”
“They’re leaving.”
Loki looked sadly at his mate. In the days that her close friends had been present, as well as her birth family, her mood was far more cheerful. Usually, her demeanour was a pleasant one, especially since everything was smoothed out between them but it paled in comparison to the mood that she had when her two realms were all but one. Seeing her face go from one of curious intrigue as to why her mate was calling her to one of heartbreak at realising what was to come, he knew she was suffering and felt sorry for her. “I am afraid so, yes.”
Swallowing harshly and with her nostrils flaring as not to allow herself to cry, Ella nodded and rose to her feet. “Very well.” Her voice was small and cracked with the sound of her sadness. “I guess we better go see them off then.” Using her seidr, she altered her clothing and went from a comfortable and loose-fitting dress to one more in keeping with her position. “Shall we?”
“I’m sorry.”
Loki’s apology caused Ella to frown. “Why?”
“Because this is hurting you in a small manner and I wish it did not.”
“Well, it is not your doing but thank you for the sentiment.”
She walked out of the room without saying anything more, Loki followed soon after.
The Aesir were the last group to leave Jotunheim. Those not overly fond of the realm but felt obliged to be there for the coronation were the first to leave, soon after, Prince Nigel found himself very much rushing to return to Vanaheim and not long after that, all but the Aesir had departed the realm.
Standing in front of her parents, having said goodbye to her friends, Ella forced herself to remain stoic, knowing that using a clone to bid farewell was not the right thing to do, even if she wished she could.
“Do not fret, Mother.” Ella found herself rolling her eyes as Frigga looked at her worriedly.
“I do not envisage seeing my daughter again before the labours of childbirth, do not tell me not to fret,” Frigga argued. “If you need a healer for anything, do not hesitate to have Heimdall inform us and one shall be here, is that understood?”
“Mother, women have birthed safely in caves, I think I can handle this.” Frigga’s worried face caused Ella to internally curse her mother’s lack of faith in her. “But of course, if there is an issue, I will be sure to call upon Eir. I have no plans to die in childbirth.”
“None tend to plan to do so, yet many have.”
“Mother, I rather not consider such things. I will continue to speak to you in our usual manner through everything.” Ella found herself wishing that her mother would leave the matter to rest.
“We shall. Until then.” Frigga curtsied to Ella who returned the gesture in kind.
Thor simply gave a wave and shouted to demand he be told when his nephew was born, if only to begin bestowing gifts that were entirely unsuitable to him, such as weaponry. Ella soothed Loki’s worries by stating that Thor was merely jesting, though secretly, she suspected he was not entirely convinced herself that he was not.
Then came Odin, who walked up to the pair and watched as they stood straight and waited for his parting words as they had done her mother’s.
Odin started by looking at Loki. “You have, thus far, kept your word to better tend to my daughter. Now, more than ever, you need to not only keep your previous promise to me but uphold it even more as she gives you a son. Give the same diligence you give to that to your realm also as its king.”
“I shall,” Loki swore.
Odin nodded, satisfied that he meant it. He then looked at Ella. “And you, keep your…”
“Mouth shut and ears open.” She smiled.
“You would have made a terrifying Queen. Perhaps it is for the best that you remain in the wings, listening, out of their line of sight so that you can better scheme.”
“I do not need such a title to be terrifying, Father.”
“No, you do not. You have held that accolade without such until now, but after today, I fear they will be even more worried as to your silence.”
Ella frowned at her father’s peculiar words. “I do not…” She was stunned into silence as Odin moved his hand forward, Gungnir in its grasp. For another moment, Ella stood in silent shock before her own hand went out slightly. “No.” She pulled her hand back. “Why?”
“I fear the inevitable has occurred. Gungnir no longer is faithful to me. She yearns for her new wielder, of which, I am not.”
“But I…”
“Take it.”
Ella did as her father commanded and placed her hand on the staff. As soon as she did so, she felt a surge of energy flow through it to her. “It never did that before.”
“No but yet it does now.” Odin, whose hand was also on the staff felt the energy flow through it before relinquishing his hold on it. “I suspect there is a valid reason for such.”
“What…?”
“The staff is not even reacting to your seidr, I would think.”
Loki, who had been standing next to both of them in stunned silent until that point, looked at Odin with even more bewilderment at that statement. “Then who…?”
Ella looked at her stomach. “Him.”
“The…” Loki could not process what he was hearing. “Could a Jotnar…?”
“It requires a strong seidr wielder to control Gungnir. Ella can do so with ease. She never needed a way to focus her power, she does not need it to do her bidding, she is powerful even without it. But my Grandson, his seidr will not be as strong as hers, but with Gungnir, he will rule Jotunheim with more power than any king before him.”
Loki felt a surge of both pride and fear at such a thought. He thought of his son, the future of Jotunheim with enough power to defend the realm from almost any foe. “But what of Asgard? Surely you would want…?”
Odin chuckled. “Asgard is not without its defences. Also, Thor wields Mjolnir. Because he does so, he could never wish to command Gungnir. It would rot in the weapons vault after my ascension to Valhalla. But that is irrelevant. It has already decided. I am too old and weak to wield her fully now. Now it is time for it to go to its next wielder. Ella will use it until the boy is crowned, then he will become its wielder.”
Odin’s words were clear to comprehend for all those present. Any who thought that Loki was to be a weak king were realising quickly that none before him would have been as strong and the one after would be stronger still.
“I guess that this will assist in stopping his seidr from surging too greatly.” Ella quibbed before looking at her father worriedly. “But it has been aiding you, what will you do?”
“Grow old, weak and feeble like every man before me,” Odin commented. “As is the way of life. I have no intentions of living forever. My time is coming to an end. I am not gone yet but I think it is obvious, I need to accept my mortality, something I ignored for too long.” He nodded to himself. “Now, rule this realm as it deserves to be. I await the news of my grandson’s arrival and for the love of the Norns, don’t give him some foolish Midgardian-esque name.” Odin ordered as he walked back towards Frigga who was looking at her husband worriedly, wondering how he would do without Gungnir to lean against when he was weak.
“Why would we choose a Midgardian?” Ella scoffed.
“Because beings these days love using names from places they are not from, misspelling and mispronouncing them and not knowing their meaning, Migardians especially. At least know the meaning of the damn thing.” Odin growled as he spoke.
Ella watched worriedly as he made his way slowing back to Frigga. With Gungnir’s power very much connected to hers, she used it to create a walking stick of sorts for her father who looked at it then at her with a small nod in thanks before going to the Bifrost site to be with his wife. “Goodbye.” Ella mouthed the words but no sound came out as her parents, family and friends were surrounded by roaring lights and a moment later, disappeared.
When silence came to the realm again. Singed ice and ground melted into the shape of the Bifrost in front of her, Ella felt the gaze of all the Jotnar around her upon her and on Gungnir in her grasp. Without thinking, she toyed with it in her fingers in the exact manner her father was prone to doing. Looking at Loki, who seemed just as startled by events as she was, she simply looked back towards the Jotnar palace once more before walking towards it, feeling as though Gungnir being in her grasp was entirely foreign but also incredibly natural to her as she did so.
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Of Twisted Emotions - Chapter Twenty-Five: Judgment
Loki has little interest in the prison’s ongoings. Time seems to pass in a blur, leaving smudges in his memories.
His name, though, he still reacts to that when he so chooses. And when he hears it bellowed from across the hall, his gaze is drawn towards the vaguely familiar voice.
The man is spitting mad as soon as he catches sight of Loki. He violently jerks against his wrist restraints as he attempts to throw his guards and barrel towards the imprisoned Asgardian. He looks wild and unwell (though admittedly not as unwell as the prince himself), and yet Loki recognizes him.
Halvar cannot stop himself from swearing at the wretched prince. He has forgotten where he is and where he marches, each step closer to his sentencing. All that he has lost forces itself to the forefront of his thoughts, and he stares at Loki, the man who watched as he stepped backwards off the Rainbow Bridge.
“Wicked, vile bastard! Traitor! Loki!” Halvar ignores the demands of the guards as he gives voice to his rage. “He’ll have your head! He’ll order your flesh stripped from your bones! I cannot wait for the day!”
“Ha!” Loki does not bother to rise from his seated position on the floor. The idiotic barbarian is not worth the effort. “Hold a moment, men. The mongrel wishes to speak. It’s only right to let a dead man voice his final grievances.”
“We don’t take orders from you anymore,” one of the guards says, but another speaks at the exact same time, exclaiming, “Yes, my lord!”
The pair looks towards one another, conflicted. The rest of the guards waver, eyes darting between Halvar and Loki.
Halvar cackles, the sound echoing in the dungeon halls and riling up nearby prisoners. “I am no dead man!”
“You are naïve, you bumbling oaf,” Loki says. “Each step you take is towards death.”
“He’ll come for me,” Halvar says, beady eyes reflecting the golden barrier’s light. “He promised. Asgard’s palace will be fenced with pikes, a head for each.”
“And who doesn’t make empty promises when the need suits them?” Loki asks, laughing once more. It feels surprisingly good to laugh. “Thanos does not care about the life of an insignificant pawn.”
“You speak of yourself!” Halvar exclaims through a manic smile of bared teeth. He jerks his arm out of a guard’s grasp. “You failed him, not I!”
“And you are assuredly a beacon of success,” Loki says, noticeably surveying the Asgardians surrounding Halvar. “You’re a fool to make these claims. There is no rescue waiting for you, barbarian. Only Odin, who is surely running short on mercy.”
“Move it!” a guard demands, shoving Halvar in the back. He staggers a few paces, his neck craned towards Loki, straining.
“You’re known for your lies, Trickster! You cannot shake my faith! Thanos has a plan, and you are meant to be snuffed out before its completion!”
Loki fixes him with a cold stare. “A trickster, yes, though I do not only speak in lies. Listen well, for here is your truth. You will die, Halvar Magnuson. And you will die alone, by the hand of Odin.”
Halvar laughs.
He laughs as the guards drag him away.
He laughs as he climbs from the depths of Asgard’s dungeons.
And when he reaches the end of his march, standing before the Allfather’s throne, Halvar’s laugh dies with him.
- - -
You can feel Loki’s thoughts at the back of your mind. Hints of words that will surely come through clearly if you focus on them. He gives you a choice, and your decision is solid.
You continue to shut him out.
You aren’t ready. Not yet.
You’re too preoccupied with other thoughts, as it is. You’ve been waiting outside of the throne room doors, palace guards on either side of you. They accompanied you from the infirmary. You had been expecting them for a while now, and have not spoken a word since they cuffed you.
It is undignified, but you know why it must be so.
Asmund is preparing to leave when the grand doors open once more. When he sees you, his feet still.
He had been asked to attend Halvar’s sentencing and give testimony as a witness to the man’s crimes. He had not been asked to stay, though with every eye on you and the guards, he doubts anyone will notice.
Your gaze is downcast, and the chains between the cuffs around your wrists clink softly. More for show than for function, Asmund guesses. He doubts they’d be any real hindrance. After all, he remembers the Bloody Warrior emerging victorious from a swathe of dark woods, a camp of dead men behind her. Mere chains should be nothing to you.
He watches as you walk towards the Allfather and stop short of where the mad barbarian stood not ten minutes before. Asmund frowns as he realizes you seem quite sickly, slightly swaying on your feet. Your fists tremble, and he notices that you wear a black glove on only your dominant hand.
You kneel. Asmund’s heart jumps into his throat when the guards knock you down into a proper bow. You let out a hiss of pain and your eyes narrow.
Odin Allfather is a terror to behold in his rage.
He states your name, and you look up at him. Your eyes slide from him to Queen Frigga, who stands at the king’s side. Her gaze is serious, and yet you somehow feel bolstered by the expression on her face.
Odin’s council murmurs to one another, and there’s a quiet hum of voices from the gathered nobles who have come to bear witness.
Thor is nowhere to be seen.
“You stand before us, charged with endangering the Nine Realms,” Odin says, thumping his spear, Gungnir, against the marble floor. At once, the room falls deadly quiet. “You mounted an assault against Midgard. You purposefully wielded a weapon of destruction with malicious intent. You acted in poor faith and tarnished your name while under fealty to Asgard.”
You make yourself keep his thunderous gaze.
“How do you plead?” the king asks you.
You swallow and try to quietly clear your throat. You know what you have to say, especially if you want things to end well for you. “Guilty.”
Such an ugly word. It tastes as ugly as it sounds.
Odin grunts and shifts in his throne. “At least you are aware,” he states.
You open your mouth to say more, to explain, but catch movement from Frigga. The queen subtly shakes her head when she locks eyes with you. You force your unsaid words back down your throat.
Odin speaks once more. “I was gifted knowledge from your companion, known to us as Willow. She recounted her experience with the aforementioned weapon. The golden scepter.” He pauses, scrutinizing you. “As I understand it, these acts occurred when you were not of your right mind. Is this true?”
“It is,” you say.
“I am also to understand Frigga Allmother bid you go to Midgard, in an attempt to return with our son, Loki.”
“She did,” you say.
The gathered crowd begins murmuring again. Questions, scoffs, statements of innocence or doubt.
“We are gathered here today to pass judgement upon you, warrior,” Odin states. “I have made my decision.” The murmuring stops.
You wait, heart pounding. You try to remain calm, but doubts run through your mind. You haven’t been able to fully test your portals. How much has your power been altered by the light? Will you be able to escape, should Odin choose to imprison or kill you?
You can tell you’re working yourself into a panic, and you feel Loki try to speak to you once more in reaction to your fear.
As you stare at Odin Allfather, you allow his lost son to hear your judgement at the same time you hear it yourself.
“I have chosen to pardon you.”
Far beneath the throne room, Loki lets out a long, slow breath.
Odin’s eye is boring into you, as if he, too, is peering into your thoughts.
Your countenance shows no signs of relief, although Asmund thinks your posture relaxes slightly. He himself feels as if a great weight has lifted.
“You are not exonerated from guilt,” Odin continues. “You are hereby banished from Asgard upon the conclusion of this sentencing. You are to be stationed with our troops at the edge of the realm. Should you take any other action or disobey an order, you will be treated as an enemy of Asgard. Should you not accept these gracious terms, you will be treated as an enemy of Asgard. Should you vanish from our realm and return in an attempt to avoid the consequences of your actions, you will be treated as an enemy of Asgard.”
You wonder if the offer will remain, should Odin learn you are not the powerful soldier you once were.
“Do you understand these terms?” the king asks you.
“Yes,” you say. “I understand.”
“Then it is so,” Odin states. “The guards will escort you out. You are to leave at once.”
As you get to your feet, Loki’s presence in your mind slowly fades…. Too slowly. It’s as if he does not wish to let go. The absence leaves a chill you aren’t expecting, and you wonder why it makes you feel so alone.
You know you have to decide right now. Will you leave and not return, or will you accept Odin’s ruling and join the patrols at the edge of the realm.
I can choose to leave later, if I want to, you think to yourself. May as well stay here.
Just in case.
You allow the guards to lead you out of the throne room, chains still clinking around your wrists.
- - -
It is a long time before you hear from Loki again.
- - -
Much longer than you imagined it would be.
- - -
Warrior?
The air is dusty, although you try not to focus on it. The patrol is as boring as ever. Few fights have taken place since you joined Asgard’s border forces, and those fights were easily won. You want more. They’ve been good practice.
You can wield the swords you create with only one hand, so as a backup you wear an Asgardian short sword on your hip. It is issued by your captain, Destin, who is still fairly green and desperate to prove himself.
He takes his position as your babysitter very seriously.
I know you hear me.
You slow with the rest of the patrol as you all round the corner. The Asgardian camp is full of movement and boisterous voices, which means it’s not just you feeling restless.
You follow a familiar path towards the back of camp, where you usually lurk. The rest of the patrol group tapers off, one by one, to their own companions, fires, and food. As the last two soldiers break away and head towards Destin’s tent, you continue on alone. You try to convince yourself this is a good thing, but solitude does not give you as much solace as it once did.
You never thought you’d long for the days of companionable silence with a fellow soldier.
Bjorn.
The thought makes you frown. Sigrid has shared with you what happened while you were away, and you wonder again if things could’ve been different had you been there. You surely would’ve marched with Bjorn and Obasi. You would’ve chosen to group up with the half-pint.
Maybe they wouldn’t have….
Maybe Fandral wouldn’t be….
You unbuckle your sword belt and carefully set it aside as you plant yourself in the dust next to your small fire pit. The sounds of camp seem to dull as you light the wood, sparks springing to life with a wave of your hand. You sling your bag off of your shoulders and briefly search it for your rations and your notebook.
Willow has answered you.
It has been good to keep in touch, although you know you have nothing interesting to say. Guilt weighs heavy every time you read her updates on Earth and the Avengers.
The team has split up, apparently, which troubles you. But according to Willow, things have been going pretty well.
Her update is the usual, and you write back to her with your usual as well. Magic shifts within the book’s pages when she answers you, and you watch her handwriting form.
Glad to hear you’re alive and well. Quick question – what was your plan in New York, anyway? Tony kept asking for specifics last time Steve and I saw him, and he made me promise to ask you.
You stare at the notebook for a moment, your heart suddenly drumming faster as the question settles in your mind.
You feel like laughing. Your head hurts. Your dreams are still full of the frightening blue, and thinking back on it all makes you feel like you’ll fall apart.
And yet… you know you owe everyone an explanation if they ask for it, no matter how uncomfortably awkward the subject is.
Uh, you write, hesitating. It already feels like it happened a long time ago, your memory fuzzy and unclear. Well, I guess… destroy Earth, take everyone I gave a shit about to Asgard, take over Asgard, make Loki watch while I took the throne…. You pause and stare at your sentences. You add, Looking back, I feel like most of this plan was motivated by spite.
You can’t hear Will’s thoughts, but you can practically sense her eyes roll a realm away. I can tell, she writes.
You tap your pen against the opposite page, nervous energy needing an outlet. You want to say you’re sorry again, but you know it isn’t what needs to be said.
Miss you, you finally write. I’m doing better.
I know you are, Will writes back. I miss you, too. We miss you.
Who’s included in this ‘we’? Rogers? Stark? You suppose it’s a nice sentiment, regardless.
You’re not an enemy of the Avengers, and that’s all you can ask for.
You close your black notebook.
Not yet, then?
Loki’s words are hushed, barely audible in your mind. You lose the sound of them in the crackling of the fire.
Night is falling. The off-duty soldiers will have started drinking, and Destin will be looking for you. It’s time to check in, and then sleep, and then get up to do it all over again.
You bite your bottom lip and stare into the flames. Not yet, you answer him.
And all is quiet.
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