#odin will not allow her in my bed because hes jealous but that seems to be his only issue with her

[lowkeyorloki]

How do you come up with fanfiction ideas?

Hi there :D I hope you don't mind, I put this under a cut because it got a bit long.

It honestly just depends. I assume you're talking more about multichapters than oneshots, but I'll quickly explain my oneshot process: I get some type of idea for dialogue or a scene, and then I literally come up with a scenario/fic to put the dialogue or scene in. I can't really tell you where all those ideas come from, because it's usually just a fantasy I have. A very good rule of thumb, especially with oneshots, is to write situations that you would want to be in with your character (or if you're writing for a ship, just think of what situations you wish the writers of the media had put the two characters in).

For multichapters, it's different for each fic. For example, I wrote my first multichapter She Shall Have because I noticed the very common trope of a reader being betrothed to Thor but in love with Loki. This is a huge thing within the Loki fandom. However, I never felt like the justification for the reader being engaged to Thor made sense. I began thinking of realistic reasons that Odin would arrange/allow a marriage between the reader and his oldest son, and I thought of the reader being able to wield Mjolnir. Obviously, Odin would feel threatened by this and want to keep the reader under control, so it would make sense for her to marry Thor and always be under Odin's supervision and the expectations for royalty.

Also with ssh, I was very fed up at the time by seeing Loki with all these very weak willed readers. Not only do I find it incredibly out of character for Loki to be in love with someone so meek and pliable, but I could never read the fics because I would just simply not act the way y/n does. And so when I thought of the idea of the reader being able to wield Mjolnir, I realized it was also a great opportunity to finally get an Asgardian reader out there who had a backbone and a character outside of her romance with Loki.

For my current multichapter, A Study In Suit, it's similar but also different. I got really inspired while watching a scene from a show. This nanny was putting kids to bed while the gardener was watching, and he was clearly in love with her and the way she was so good with kids. I was just so enamored by the way he looked at her that I knew I wanted to explore some type of similar situation with Loki. Obviously, that inspiration is much different from ssh.

Where it's similar is once again, I saw a trope that I really didn't like within the fandom. Professor! AUs are pretty common. And in every single one of them, it's hypersexualized and the main drive in the stories is a want to not get caught. Usually, it's a jealous girl who outs the two characters. Because I was looking for a way to make Loki a father in the fic and I was over background women being vilified in Loki fics particularly, a modern AU seemed like the answer for my wanting to make Loki a father. And honestly, professor! AUs are the only ones that I'm interested in.

I also realized that a university setting would be a great opportunity for me to, once again, write a reader who has an arc and interests outside of Loki. Being a student makes you inherently have goals and responsibilities. I also wanted to make a relatable reader, which can be difficult in an Asgard/superhero setting. A modern setting, and a school setting, is something most of us can relate to. I REALLY wanted to make realistic characters in asis, and modern settings make that a lot more simple.

Finally, with my fic The Archetype (which I think is my best work, btw) I wanted two things: a fic narrated by Loki, because I think they're sexy and also because I like Loki as a character way more than I like or care about Y/N, and second, I wanted to explore what Loki would be like if he survived his encounter with Thanos. With The Archetype, it was actually based off a oneshot that was written purely because I wanted a fic with angry sex from Loki's POV.

So basically, I get my ideas when I see a gap in the fandom that I want filled (such as my desire for more fics written in Loki's POV) or tropes that I personally dislike and want to counteract. This is actually why I started writing for Loki in the first place - I looked for fics after Ragnarok came out, and the grammar in all of them were atrocious. So I was like, "fuck it guess I have to write my own" (although if you read my old fics... the writing is good but jfc the grammar is not!).

The common thread between my inspo/ideas for both multichapters and oneshots is having a bare bones idea (like one line of dialogue or one aspect of a character that I want to expand on or take an in depth look at) and literally building a piece of writing that I can put that idea into. If my fic writing process was like drawing a person, I wouldn't start with the person itself. I'd start with maybe their shoes, and then I would draw the ground underneath the shoes. The I would draw the bench the shoes are next to, and then the tree over the bench, and then clouds behind the tree. I'd fill in all that background before I finally come back to the actual original thing I thought of.

Please please please send me another message letting me know if this helped! I curious to see what you think :')

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[a-mess-with-no-finesse]

My roommate brought home a puppy. Her name is Teigan and my dog is in love with her (I am too). She’s 13wks old and already half Odin’s size. She’s gonna be a big girl. 10/10 a sweetie 100000% teething to the max right now.

#personal #about me #puppy #shes an adorable precious beby #odin will not allow her in my bed because hes jealous but that seems to be his only issue with her #its winter so potty training the past two days has been rough #but weve successfully gotten her to pee outside #now its just the poo poo issue

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from @midnight-queen-1 and anon. More fluff coming your way! ♥ I sped up the events in “Thor” a little bit for the story, I guess it won’t matter much.

Words: 2168 Warnings: fluff!

You giggled upon his cool touch. “That is not where your hands should be.” The thin fabric of your blouse was barely covering your cleavage anymore, the buttons torn from when Loki had caught you and clung onto you for dear life after another round of playing tag with him like children. Well, actually you had teased and provoked him until he had begun chasing you, your joyful laughs echoing through the palace gardens. His hands were dangerously close to the underside of your breasts now—and it scared you how much your body seemed to enjoy it, raising goose flesh.

Loki chuckled darkly as he buried his face in your neck and wrapped his arms around you from behind so he could toss you into the hay pile next to his horse. The black stallion was hardly bothered by your vigorous play fighting and high shrieks. It was used to you two fooling around in the stables and as long as it received carrots which you stole from the kitchens every now and then, it would not complain.

The Asgardian princes had practically been battling for your attention lately, and with Thor’s coronation approaching, he kept the whip hand when it came to assertiveness. He was rather fond of you, Thor, liked the mystery around you. You had stepped into their lives in a rather unexpected way, one day and much to your mother’s surprise, Odin had let you play with them both as you all grew up.

Loki was a man now—a very handsome one at that. All those times you had spent the nights in the stables together… there was a very different significance to it today. A light kiss here, a secret touch there… the possibilities of what you could do were endless. It was just if Thor learned about your fondness for his brother, he would quite possibly riot.

Loki buried his face in your hair and inhaled your scent, the tip of his nose tickling your skin. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, forcing you to lean into him. Happily, you obliged with a sigh. His intimate hugs were always comforting, ever since that night the two of you had returned from a winter ride late at night and the stable boy had accidentally locked you in. You had spent the dark hours in midst piles of hay. Unlike you, he had not seemed to be bothered by the biting cold at all. You on the other hand had almost frozen to death, so he had wrapped you in his embrace. This would not happen today anymore, of course. Loki had mastered his seidr by now, some locked stable doors would hardly be a problem for him.

“Perhaps we should just stay here,” Loki murmured softly. “Hide away from the worlds…” He paused. “Accompany me to Thor’s coronation tomorrow.”

Your eyebrows rose. “Do you think that to be a wise idea? You know that Thor…”

“Yes. I know. I would still like to have you by my side. In my company, you will be allowed to witness the coronation too.”

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, turning around to him.

“He’s not ready, is he? He is too…”

“Too everything?” The God of Mischief suggested with a smirk. He was right though. Thor was your friend but quite frankly, he was an idiot sometimes—and he was definitely not ready to rule a kingdom yet. Besides… you had never understood how Odin had chosen Thor as his heir rather than Loki in the first place. He was the reasonable one. The one who did not storm into battle at the next best opportunity…

“Thor will wonder where we are.” You mumbled when he closed his eyes. You were tempted to do the same. A nap on a pile of hay, it sounded wonderful and yet…

“He is busy preparing for his big day.” Loki uttered. “He will not miss us.”

You sighed once more. “Alright. Just an hour…”

-

“There you are!” Thor was grinning from ear to ear. “I feared you might not come.”

You scoffed. “Your father did not invite me to the coronation, Thor, I would not have been allowed to come if it wasn’t for—“

“I would have convinced him for sure, you deserve a place by my side on this big day after all.” The God of Thunder paused, observing you with a bright smile. “Maybe tomorrow, when I am king, you would meet to dine with me? You know… candle light, violinists… just the two of us.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Wait, what?” Your jaw dropped when Thor took a hold of your hand and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles—just when Loki turned around the corner. His expression darkened the moment he saw him initiating body contact with you.

“What is going on here?”

“What is going on here, brother,” Thor mocked jokingly, “…is that I am trying to court our lovely friend (Y/N).”

“You are what?” Loki spat, narrowing his eyes. Your own widened upon his harsh reaction. “(Y/N) is… our friend. That should be absolutely out of the question.”

“Whyever not, brother? We have known each other for so long now and quite frankly, you do have the blood of the princess, considering your mother’s heritage. Father would approve of us.” He grinned at you once more, presumably to appear seductive.

You should not be declining, of course not. Thor was to be king—becoming his wife would one day make you the queen of Asgard… and you would never have to worry about poverty again, could enjoy recognition and admiration from an entire people and yet… there was no love. No romantic love, anyway.

Before you could even phrase your rejection, however, Loki pre-empted you.

“I am against it.” He spat, his nostrils flaring—in all the time you had known him, surely you had never seen him this angry.

“You’re against it, brother? What say do you have in this matter? It is time for me to find a partner and (Y/N) is a beautiful woman.”

“You barely know her.”

“But you do?”

“You do not even know her real name!” He exclaimed, clenching his fists.

Your eyes widened. By the Norns. Loki… Loki was in love with you! He reciprocated your feelings. All those weeks you had been dancing around each other now, sharing intimate moments in the stables but never acting on your feelings…You swallowed thickly, trying your hardest for your voice not to shake. “Guys… I am right here.”

“H-her real name? W-what does it matter if I…” Thor looked at you. “You never told me your full name?”

“You never asked?” You suggested with an innocent shrug.

“Can you promise to always treat her like a goddess?” Loki spat.

“Shut up, Loki. (Y/N)… would you allow me to court you? To become my queen, in time?”

“Thor, I…” Were you even allowed to decline? You were not sure. Biting your lower lip, you sucked in a deep breath. Thor was your friend but you had never had romantic feelings for him. Those, you had been harbouring for Loki only. If only Loki had asked you now to dine with him alone… you would have embraced him and said yes straight away. “I… Thor, I don’t think I can. We are friends and I love you but… not like that.”

The God of Thunder frowned. “Oh.”

“Don’t be mad, please, Thor.” Your smile was sad but honest. From the corner of your eye, you could practically feel Loki breathing out relieved. “I never wanted to be queen anyway.”

You were more than grateful for the maid who came to fetch them both for further preparations of the ceremony, leaving you behind with a pounding heart.

-

“Frost Giants.” Your eyes widened when Odin grasped Gungnir tighter and fled the throne room, quickly followed by Thor. Frost Giants on Asgard? How was that even possible? You almost tripped over your dress when you hurried up the few steps over to Loki.

There was no time to admire how handsome he looked with his helmet on from up close—yet his hands felt comforting when he grasped your upper arms and looked you dead in the eye.

“Stay here. We will handle this.” You opened your mouth to protest but Loki had already removed his helmet and rushed after his father and brother, the only thing left in your field of vision his green cape flattering behind him.

Nervously, you bit your lower lip, wondering what in the nine realms it meant you were more worried for him than for the future king of Asgard.

Frigga was the one who invited you to stay the night in the palace, offering you a bed in a maid’s chamber. Perhaps… it might not be such a bad idea. There was already bad blood between Thor and Loki because of his attempt of courting you earlier today, not to mention Loki’s involuntary love confession. There was no doubt he had been unbelievably jealous when Thor had asked to court you. Can you promise to always treat her like a goddess, he had said. You swallowed thickly, pondering over the two brothers and especially the younger prince until you fell into a restless slumber when the emotional exhaustion took over.

When you woke again, with the sun having set a long time ago, it was due to a maid—the one you had always admired for her long and wavy hair.

“Lady (Y/N)… the king has requested your presence in the throne room.”

“The king? What does the king want from me at this hour?”

“He did not say, m’lady.”

“I shall be there in a minute.” You had barely gotten rest and now, your heart was already pounding like a steam hammer again. Would Odin banish you now that you had refused to court his heir? No, worse, would he force you to become his wife? Loki would be heartbroken! One horrific thought chased the next as you made your way back to the now abandoned throne room.

When you looked up at the golden throne however, you gasped for air.

“L-Loki?” Your heart filled with pride and joy, along with confusion and worry. Loki was on the throne. What had happened? Where were Odin and Thor? “What are you doing… what is…”

“Come.” With a wave, he requested for you to approach him. Should you kneel before him now? You meant to ask if only to tease him when suddenly, he stood and unceremoniously pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck like he had in the stables—almost as if your scent had magic and numbing powers to calm him down. When you stumbled from the sudden rush of affection, he simply pulled you on his lap, needing your strength before he was able to tell you what had happened during the past hours.

“But how did the Jötuns get into Asgard in the first place?” You exclaimed when he finished. “None of this would have happened if the guards had done their job properly!”

Loki remained silent, pressing his lips together to a thin line. He had not been guilty about it when he had planned his actions, to ruin Thor’s coronation for the sake of protecting the kingdom from his idiotic rule for a while longer and he surely did not regret it. Confessing it to you, however, felt like stabbing himself with one of his daggers—right in his chest.

“It was… you? You brought the Jötuns to Asgard? Loki, what were you thinking?” Pushing him away an arm-length, you forced your heart to stay calm.

“Was there another way, (Y/N)? Thor would have brought ruin to Asgard. We both know that.”

“I understand… I understand why you… I just didn’t think you would go this far.”

Loki smiled bitterly. “Do you hate me now?”

“I could never hate you. I l-“ Quickly, you stopped yourself. “I lied, you know.” You said instead. Loki’s head shot up to study your face closely. “I lied about wanting to become queen. Because I do.”

“I see…”

You smiled. “But only with you on the throne, Loki.”

Loki looked you dead in the eye. There were tears glistening in his. “You would not say that if you knew…”

You frowned, leaning forward. “If I knew what?”

Once again, the God of Mischief failed to answer. In time, you figured. Something else must have happened today. Something he was not ready to talk about yet. But if there was anything that you could give him it was time. He breathed in sharply when you pressed your lips against him tenderly, stealing a chaste kiss and allowing him to hug you even tighter.

“What will happen now?” You whispered.

“Do not worry. I will make this right. All of it. Do you trust me?”

You nodded without any hesitation. “I do.”

-

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[justjessame]

Glorious, Before the Burden - The Mourning ~ 4

I woke to find Loki bare beside me - lying on top of the blankets, skin as pale and toned as it had been on the first time he sat still and allowed me to trace his lines - only now I understood why he was cooler to the touch than I, why his temperature was the perfect compliment to my heat.  As I drank in the vision of him in repose, peaceful and serene, a flash of uncertainty came over me.  Distrust ran up my spine as cold as his cheek had grown under my hand when  he’d shown me what he insisted was his true form - and I slid out of our bed.  

My husband’s powers were as vast as Frigga had always said magic could be - and far different from my own, another interesting facet of magic - how it manifested differently for each practitioner.  Frigga and Loki were quite similar, as parent and child it was to be expected - even if he was adopted - and one of the ways their magic manifested was through illusion and duplication - of themselves.  Bile rose in my throat as I felt the horror of realization strike me - HE promised he was HERE, and while TRUE in a sense, it was still a LIE.  

I was dressed and curled in the window seat, my head leaning against the chill of the glass as the dawn broke - nothing below in the garden seemed amiss, but here, in our rooms nothing was at all right.  Had anything ever BEEN?  

Loki - or at least a part of him - woke slowly and took note quickly that he was alone on our bed.  He found me just as quickly, sitting up with temptation ready on his silver tongue - but I sighed and shook my head before he could utter it.  

“Have you ever actually shared our bed with me?”  I couldn’t look at him - this version of him, not yet.  “The REAL you, I mean.”  

“Darling,” his reflection looked confused, perfect actor that even his duplicate could be.  “What are you talking about?”  He held out his hand and I knew he was about to tell me to come back to bed, but I cut him off at the pass.  

“You accused me, when I was given the trip to Midgard with you, of forgetting my powers,” a humorless laugh managed to break free.  “Apparently it happens to me quite often, I forgot YOUR powers, my prince.”  Mirror Loki’s jaw tensed, but I continued.  “I went to your mother, upset that we haven’t been blessed with a child -” his head dropped to his lap.  “I assumed I was at fault,” my eyes burned.  “Perhaps it’s simply because I’ve been sharing our bed with your duplicate all these years.”  

“Or because I’m a monster, Sigyn -” I shook my head and another dark laugh came out.  “You ignore it because you wish to pretend it doesn’t matter -”

“I ignore it because it doesn’t,” I bit out.  “You change the subject because it suits your case, Loki.”  I turned away from the window and finally met his gaze.  “THIS,” gesturing at the naked form that was an exact copy of the prince I adored, “ISN’T the REAL YOU, IS IT?”  

He swallowed hard, I could see his Adam’s apple bob.  “I can feel everything this body does, my love,” the tears that had threatened to fall finally did.  “Please, Sigyn, you must understand -”

I felt like I was losing my mind.  “I MUST understand?”  Now that they started, I couldn’t stop them, my face was awash with the dampness of my pain.  “I MUST understand that you find a throne - a chance at being KING more important than ME?  Than US?”  I was breaking apart inside.  “You’ve just caused me to call into question every moment that we’ve had together, Loki, every single second - if you LIED to me about being HERE now, then were you EVER HERE?”  

“Sigyn,” quiet and simple, yet I couldn’t help but hear every single person who had warned me against him.  My parents, all those women who had simpered and whispered - who I had thought were just jealous of my good fortune, Thor’s own friends, all telling me that Loki couldn’t be trusted.  That HE above all others should be denied.  And here was the proof.  “Please?”  

“Please?”  I gasped, a sob building.  “Please?”  I collapsed to the floor of our room, gown a puddle around me.  “Please, what?  Please forget that out of EVERYONE who warned me off of you - only YOUR OWN FAMILY, Thor and Odin included, told me that you were WORTHY of me.  That you’ve made me a fool and yet, here I sit, loving you still?”  He moved to get off the bed, but I sobbed harder and begged him to NOT come to me.  “If you ever loved me, DON’T.”  

Loki - the version that was with me in our rooms - magically dressed himself and stayed put on our bed while I cried myself out.  Once I managed to regain some semblance of composure, my posture returned, but I remained on the floor.

“Where are you?”  My eyes met his across the distance I’d requested we keep.  He started to answer with the simple and obvious one, but I shook my head.  “WHERE ARE YOU?”  

“Odin has fallen into a bout of Odinsleep,” he was quiet, thoughtful, and as careful as I had been when he showed me the Frost Giant just below his surface.  “I’m with Mother, and I’ll act as King in his stead.”  

A huff of humorless laughter, would I ever regain a true sense of humor?  “I’m sure that gives you no joy,” poor Frigga.  “How is your mother?”  

“At his side,” of course, as a wife and partner should be.  “She assures me that I AM her son.”

I would say I told him so, but why?  “Is that the ONLY place you are?”  I know Loki, or think I do.  His eyes flash and tell me he was unaware of how well I do know my husband.  “Shocked?”  

“Impressed, my love.”  A smile or smirk lurks just behind his serious mouth.  “I’ve found Thor - Fath- ODIN,” old habits, perhaps die hard, “has banished him to Midgard.” Of course, where could be worse to one of OUR kind?  “He’s miserable, he cannot wield Mjølnir.”  

“And you went to offer him -” studying my husband - copy or not, it was still a part of him - I knew precisely what Loki offered him.  “Mischief indeed.  You’ve told him Odin is dead.”  

“How did you -” His eyes narrowed.  “Wife, have you been hiding pieces of yourself from me?”  

The smile that grew across my face startled him.  “Whyever would you think that, husband?”  

The piece of Loki that was with me left, to rejoin the main part of my husband - frustrated and angry with me - but since I was less than pleased with him, I couldn’t be too fussed with making amends.  I went to find Frigga, to sit with her and Odin - to lend her my comfort and to hopefully find some of my own. 

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Predator to Prey, Chapter 22

‘She’s obsessed with him. Never leaves his side or his chambers.’ Sif said one evening, she was with the warriors three and Thor, having a drink in the local tavern.

‘Can’t blame her though, with her past.’ Hogun said sympathetically.

‘At least she can’t turn into that beast now.’ Volstagg said, shuddering as he thought back to the pain of her teeth sinking into his flesh.

‘She seems to have major anger issues.’ Fandral said.

‘Not anger issues. It seems more like trust issues and jealous tendencies. If anyone so much as looks at Loki in the wrong way, she gets agitated and jumpy.’ Thor said, downing his beer.

‘I bet Loki is loving it though. Having someone so devotedly head over heels for him. Willing to literally kill someone for so much as disagreeing with him.’ Sif said and the others nodded in agreement.

‘I suspect he is.’ Fandral said.

But Loki was starting to get more and more worried about Akelia. She was becoming more withdrawn over time, she absolutely hated being around other people and it seemed to be getting worse instead of better. So Loki did everything he could to make sure she didn’t have to be in that kind of positions.

Whenever he went out without her, she often begged for him to just stay with her. But he had no other option, he had to go hunting with Thor and show face on occasions for Odin and Frigga, if they were ever going to have a hope of being able to leave the palace. When he returned, she would cling to him and didn’t want to let him go.

The sex was great, as always though. It was rough, sweaty, messy and mind-blowing for the two of them. Akelia was so submissive for him and he was dominant in all the right ways. Sometimes Akelia would even push his buttons more than usual, just to get a rise out of him.

He would end up tying her to the bed, spanking her bum till it was blistering and then he would fuck her so hard so she couldn’t walk for a while. Always reminding her of who she belonged to for the duration of it.

One morning Frigga managed to get Loki alone. He was in the library, stocking up on some more books. Akelia was waiting for him to return anxiously in his chambers.

‘Are you doing ok, Loki?’ Frigga asked.

‘Good morning… I am indeed, why do you ask?’ Loki smiled in greeting.

Frigga sighed and sat down on the arm of the chair, near where he was looking through books. ‘I’m worried, Loki. Everyone is. Akelia’s obsessive behaviour over you is getting worse. And it’s easy to see she isn’t happy about being here.’

‘That’s not my fault, is it? I didn’t ask to remain here, I didn’t even ask to be taken away from Midgard!’ Loki snapped.

‘I know… I know.’ Frigga said calmly. Not wanting this conversation to end up in an argument. ‘She is so dangerous, Loki. I know that you know it. I just don’t want to see you getting hurt.’

‘I am on the side of the danger, I think I’ll be fine.’ Loki chuckled, glancing at the blurb of a book before scrunching his nose up and replacing it.

‘For now. But obsessions can manifest, they can become so obsessed with something or someone it can have disastrous effects for all involved in the end.’

Loki sighed and gave up trying to find certain books, he folded his hands over and leaned back against the bookshelf, giving Frigga his full attention.

‘What are you trying to say, Allmother?’ He sneered.

‘I’m saying, you need to be very careful. It seems that because of her wolf tendencies, she has imprinted with you. You are her entire world, all she cares about. You’re all she sees. As long as you’re safe and belonging to her, she doesn’t care about anything or anyone else.’

Loki just stared at Frigga. It wasn’t really anything he didn’t know or presume already.

‘Life would be so much simpler for everyone if Odin would just let us go and live alone in the mountains.’ Loki growled.

‘You know he cannot allow that. You’re lucky that you’re allowed here and the freedom you do have in the first place after everything you did.’ Frigga warned.

Loki’s jaw clenched and he looked off to the side. Then he looked back at Frigga. ‘The sooner Akelia and I can leave here, the better. I suggest you speak to your husband and tell him to think of what’s best for the people of Asgard before something does happen.’ Loki warned, surprising Frigga a little.

When Loki picked up his books, he glanced up as he heard the doors of the library opening. He wasn’t surprised to see it was Akelia, looking for him.

‘Hey, love.’ He greeted, heading over and putting his arm around her.

Akelia briefly glanced over at Frigga, but Frigga couldn’t read her features. But she felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched her son walk out with her...

-

It all came to a nasty head one evening at dinner in the great hall.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed from Akelia that there was a maid who seemed to be keeping a close eye on Loki. She kept coming over and topping up his goblet, completely ignoring Akelia.

The same maid that had previously sneered and glared at Akelia on various occasions when they had meals in the hall.

Loki noticed Akelia’s hands balled into fists on her lap, struggling to keep calm with being in such a busy place. And she had barely touched her dinner. He reached over and put his hand over hers, smiling at her softly when she looked at him.

‘Just five more minutes, love. Then we will retire to our chambers, ok?’ He said quietly.

Akelia nodded, but still didn’t touch her food much.

Loki had finished his wine and also his meal, he was preparing to whisk Akelia away out of there. Knowing how much she was struggling. But the maid came around and went to fill his goblet again.

‘No, thank you. I will be leaving shortly.’ Loki said to her.

‘Oh, of course, My Prince.’ The maid said with a big smile, and then she touched Loki’s shoulder.

Loki knew as soon as he felt the light touch that shit was about to go down. It all happened as if in slow motion.

Akelia stood up, her chair scraped along the floor loudly. Silencing everyone as the attention was turned to her. As swift as a bird she grabbed the carving knife from the middle of the table on front of her, turned to the maid and stabbed her right in the neck.

The maid fell to the floor, the knife lodged in her as she bled out.

Akelia had just seen red, she was breathing heavy and hard. But then she realised that everyone was staring at her…

She met Loki’s eyes, he was looking at her in shock.

‘GUARDS!’ Odin boomed.

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Good Enough

Prompt; You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted Pairing; Ivar the boneless X Female Reader WordCount; 1,269 Warnings; Brief Angst, fluff, jealous Ivar, self-conscious Ivar.  Prompt List

Ivar was fuming he couldn't believe the stableboy thought he had a chance to capture your attention. You deserved someone better than just a stableboy. Someone who could make you laugh and keep you warm at night. Someone who you could have an in-depth conversation with, someone like him.

"Ivar, why do you spend so much time looking at Y/N? When all you have to do is go over there and tell her of your feelings." Ubbe asked his little brother as he observed him glaring at the interaction between you and the stableboy. Anyone who knew you well enough could tell you were getting irritated by whatever he was saying.  

"We've already discussed this Ubbe, Y/N does not reciprocate my feelings. Why would she look at me in the way that I do her? I'm just a cripple. She deserves someone who can give her the world." Ivar growled the feelings that he felt for you were the strongest he'd ever felt towards anyone, but you didn't deserve a life with him.

A life watching him struggle while he was in great pain with his legs, the thought of himself allowing to observe him like that made his heart sink. You deserved someone better than he was.

"Are you blind dear brother? That girl over there loves you as much as you love her. Do you think she cares if your legs do not work like hers? She looks at you as sees the man that you are, the man that brings a smile to her face. The two of you have known each other your entire lives, and fate has decided the two of you are to love each other. So stop being a boy about it, and tell her like a man of your feelings. Would you look at that, she's coming right this way?"

Ivar glanced in your direction, and Ubbe was right. You were indeed making your way over to him. With a smile that could light up the entire world and a skip in your step, you picked up your pace as you realised he was looking right at you.

"Ivar, why do you look so solemn? Has Sigurd said horrible things to you again?" You questioned as you stopped directly in front of him. You appeared as tired as Ivar felt, and he couldn't' help but wonder the content of the conversation between you and the stableboy.

"I am okay Y/N, are you okay? You seemed rather irritated by the stableboy. Is he harassing you again? If so I'll gut him myself, no-one should ever harass or harm you anyway. When I rule Kattegat one day, I am going to make that a law." You laughed, however, the look on Ivar's face told you he wasn't joking.

"It was nothing for you to worry about Ivar. He just doesn't know when to accept defeat. One day he will learn that when a woman says no, she means no. Just how someone will learn that, when he lies to me, I can see right through him."

Ivar did not want to believe that you had already caught him lying to you, but of course, you had. Ever since the two of you were children, you were always able to read him. Ivar could not stop the smile that crept upon his face as you reached up to run your thumb over his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go and hide from that stableboy before he attempts to bother me again, and then I have to unleash my mighty shieldmaiden skills on him," Ivar observed how you tensed up as you spoke, had the stableboy become that much of a problem? Ivar would deal with him the second you were out of the way. He wouldn't have anyone make you feel threatened.

Ivar stared at you, as you walked over to his fire, adding some more firewood to keep the place warm. Ivar had never observed someone glide with such elegance before until he met you, but there you were. There were some days, where Ivar could not fathom you were one of Odin's creations.

"You know I can feel you staring at me, right? Do you see something you like Ivar?" You teased as you slowly wandered towards Ivar, who was lying on his bed with his leg braces on. Without even thinking, you leaned down and began on one of the many straps.

"Y/N, what do you see when you look at me?" Ivar asked, leading you to pause the strap you currently working on.

"Why do you ask such ridiculous questions Ivar? I see you, of course. The hot-headed, jealous, arrogant, brilliant, caring young man who's pretty terrible at lying to one of his oldest friends, because what you should have just asked me was do I look at you and see your inability to walk without these braces, or your face filled with agony when you're having a bad day or you break a bone.

The truth is Ivar, I do see your legs but not as you're weakness as you believe I do. I see them as something that makes you unique. As one of the elements that make you one of the most important people in my life, you Ivar are worthy of whatever you want to set out and do”

Ivar looked at you with such disbelief in his eyes. He had never been spoken about like that before. There you were speaking so highly of him. Like no one had ever done before. From one moment in time, Ivar decided he was going to tell you exactly how he felt, and even if you didn't reciprocate his feelings, he believed you would not leave him.

"Y/N, I want you to know that you are the single most important person in my life.  Ever since we were children, you wanted to be my friend. You never cared that I was different, even when I regarded the lack of usage in my legs as a weakness, but you could sense the power inside of me. It is you who bring the best out of me. You remind me to smile and laugh, and to enjoy life. I love you Y/N."

Ivar's words echoed in your mind as you crawled onto the bed, as you were doing so Ivar sat up until your faces were inches apart. You had anticipated this moment for so long. Cupping his face, Ivar attempted to examine the emotions in your eyes, trying to give exactly inclination of what you were thinking, but for once couldn't find anything.

"It's about time Ivar," Ivar released a breath that he didn't even realise he was holding. As the two of you began to lean in, this was the moment the two of you had been waiting for.

"Ivar, how did it go with Y/N? Did you finally tell her how you felt about- never mind I will leave the two of you to continue whatever it is you were doing." Ubbe caught the two of you off guard as you both directed toward the entrance of Ivar's room. As soon as Ubbe entered, he seemed to leave.

"Now, where were we?" Ivar leaned towards you slowly, allowing you to back away at any moment. Closing the gap of enthusiasm, Ivar and your lips touched softly and passionately.

Neither of you could happier that after both of you avoiding your true feelings for such a long time, fate had brought you together. Now it was time for fate to take it's the course to discover the next steps.

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Deep, Dark Fears

Pairing: Fandral x Reader / Words: 2532 / Ao3 Link

You stood still among your family. There was your father, King Odin, who watched over everyone and everything. Your mother, Queen Frigga, stood next to one of your older brothers, Loki. While Frigga looked to her husband as he spoke, Loki focused his attention on you. As did Thor. Thor almost reached for your fingers as he watched Fandral approached Odin.

“Good afternoon, my lord,” Fandral spoke. His eyes flickered to you for a moment and then back to his King. “I’ve come to make a report on last night’s riot in a tavern.”

You wrung your hands together while you remembered last week.

The sun’s rays touched Fandral’s cheek as he laid in your bed. You were becoming too jealous of the sun as you ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes slowly opened to see your joyful face smiling back at him.

“Good morning, darling,” he chuckled. “You’re up before me this morning.”

“I am,” you hummed. Your skin felt cold without him right next to you. You moved closer to him and wrapped yourself around his body. Fandral’s hands caressed your face and he kissed you softly and slowly.

“Last night, I had a dream about you,” Fandral started.

“Did you? Where were we?”

“It was more like a memory actually. Do you remember when Loki would play his cruel jokes on you?”

“He still does. Why?”

“It was when we were much smaller. You had a fear of snakes. Loki conjured a giant snake to block you from retreating into your room. Do you remember?”

“He had big, awful red eyes. His teeth were much bigger and longer than a normal snake. I knew it wasn’t real, but it was still there and scary. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed on the ground until you came around. You had a training sword in your hand and a shiled in the other as if you were going to slay the monster for me.”

“Yes, but this time, I didn’t save you in the dream.”

“What do you mean? You did save me. Don’t you remember? You threatened Loki to stop or you would burn his favorite green cape.”

“Yes, but in this dream, the snake got you. I lost you.”

“Oh,” you reacted. “But I’m here with you now. I’m okay.” You took his hand and placed it on your cheek. Fandral’s eyes grew soft.

“You know how you and your mother tell me to pay attention to my dreams? The hidden messages?”

“Yes, but not every dream has a message—

“What if a day comes and I cannot protect you?”

“I—what?” You laughed. You moved your body on top of his. “Don’t say such awful things out loud. Asgard is at peace. War is so far away from us.” Fandral moved from underneath you and sat up.

“How can you be so sure? Is war truly so far away from us? What do you see?” Fandral fired off these question at you as if he swung his sword at your chest. “I’m sorry. I think this dream is haunting me. I watched the snake eat you whole. Your screams were silenced when the snake swallowed you. You were so small and—

“It was a night terror,” you assured him. You placed soft kisses across his shoulders. “Remember how you helped me and my night terrors after the snake? You walked me to my room every night after that. You wanted to make sure Loki didn’t have more cruel tricks up his sleeve, so you walked me to my room every night.”

Fandral smiled, remembering his side of the memory. “I remember carrying my practice shield with me just in case. You let me hold your hand.”

“Perhaps it’s my turn to return the favor,” you wrapped yourself in an embrace around him. “You cured my fears and now I can do the same for you.”

“Every warrior has the same fear. We chase after death, but if any of our loved ones reach it first…

Fandral’s voice trailed off. His eyes focused on the morning sun. So many times he has gone to battle and come back from it, slightly different than before. Thor can keep his brave tales or his heroic deeds. You wanted Fandral safe, sound, and in your arms.

“Are you afraid I may die before you?”

“I’m afraid of losing you,” Fandral spoke. “That’s my fear. Whether it be death or another man’s arms, I fear one day you’ll be taken from me.”

“But you won’t be. I promised myself to you. Or do you not remember that night either?”

Fandral laughed. Of course he remembered that night. There was a civil war on a different realm. Agard answered the call, and it was Thor’s and the Warrior Three’s first taste of real battle. Frigga was driving herself mad at the idea of both of her sons going into war. You found it difficult to leave Fandral’s side, so he left without saying good bye to you.

Thor, Loki, and the rest of them snuck out of the palace shortly after dinner. Just so you and Frigga wouldn’t be able to stop them or change their mind. You went blind with anger and refused to sleep the entire night.

While you drove yourself over the idea of losing Fandral forever, your mother distracted you with a different, darker kind of magic. A form that Odin wouldn’t allow in the kingdom. Frigga taught you to practice death magic in secret. While you could not bring back anyone from the dead, you could protect them from it. Frigga had spells on Odin, Thor, and Loki. You conjured a weak spell for Fandral.

You made yourself sick over it. When Fandral walked back through the palace doors, you nearly fell over from relief. You spent the next week in bed with an awful cold. Fandral spent his days with you, spinning tales of battle-infused excitement and humorous tales of death.

That was when you knew. You could drive yourself sick over and over again as long as Fandral was alive to tell you stories.

“Do you love me?” You asked, sitting up in your bed. Fandral choked on the wine he was drinking.

“Love?” Fandral watched you nod your head. You were completely serious. Fandral sat back and thought about it. “You’re my best friend and—

“But do you love me? I drove myself to illness for you. And just now, I realized that I will do this over and over again for you to come back to me.”

“That’s foolish,” Fandral said angrily. “You can’t do this to yourself every time I go into battle.”

“Then I’m a fool in love with you.”

“You’re not in love with me. What you did was not love. It was selfish,” Fandral said.

“Selfish?!”

“Yes, selfish, my lady,” Fandral went off. “Love is trusting me and my abilities to fight on my own. Love is the difficult waiting part of me returning to you without your help.” “My mother—

“Your mother and you are not the same person. Because she does something does not mean you can do the same. You do not get to use your mother as an excuse.”

“So I’m supposed to let you go into battle unprotected from me?”

“Yes.”

“That’s insane.”

“That’s trust. If you love me, you would trust me. I trust you enough to know you’ll be fine next week. You’re only sick. You will not die.”

“You cannot possibly compare a cold to war.”

“The principle still stands,” Fandral held your hand. “Look at me.”

Your eyes settled into his. Fandral held your hand tighter.

“I will not leave you. I am capable of taking care of myself. I do not want your help. I want you to trust me. Promise me you’ll trust me, and then I’ll believe you when you ask me if I love you.”

“That’s mean of you to say. Do you think I’m lying?” you asked.

“That’s not mean. I do love you. I love you enough to tell you when you are wrong. Do you love me enough to trust me?” It was a hard position to be in, but he was right. You reached to Fandral’s arm. Once you touched his forearm, blood started to rush through him. He stayed calm, trusting your magic. You did the same. As blood started to quickly pump through both of your veins, both of you watched a warm light emit from your forearms.

“I promise to trust you,” you started. “I vow to be faithful and honest with you for all of my days.”

“I vow to love only you and to tell you when you’re wrong,” Fandral laughed. You made a sour face at him.

“This is a binding spell. This is serious,” you explained.

“And I vow to make you annoyed with me every day,” Fandral smirked. “I vow to bother you. I vow to tickle you at inopportune moments. I vow to only make you laugh for the rest of my days.” Fandral’s smile was too much. His words cut you somewhere deep inside and you felt a switch go off.

“Sleep with me,” you said too quickly. Fandral started laughing.

“You’re sick, love.”

“Kiss me anyways. I want you. I want you right now. And—

Fandral shut you up with a passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours as he slowly pushed you down in your bed. The next morning, both of your brothers noticed Fandral leaving your bedroom before breakfast this morning.

Next thing you knew Thor and Loki had Fandral pinned to the ground on the training grounds. Before you could make it there to save him, Sif stopped you. She placed a finger on her mouth while she made you watch the scene unfold.

“I swear its good intentions!”

“Is it?” Loki stared him down. “I’ve seen you with women of all sorts. How dare—

“I plan to stay with her. I want to be with her.” Fandral said very seriously. Thor took a step back, allowing Fandral to stand up after having Thor’s hammer removed from his chest. He spoke much more quietly afterwards and only to your brothers.

“Seems you have tamed the beast,” Sif said. “Don’t worry, we won’t say anything. I can’t imagine your father would be happy with the idea.”

“Like Thor’s fascination with Midgard,” you mentioned. Your father had more conservative views when it came to his children. You were the youngest and his only girl. Odin had specific plans for you when you were older. You didn’t see Fandral as a part of those plans.

“He can’t know,” you told Fandral one day in private. “I trust my brothers. I trust Sif and the Warriors Three, but—

“I understand,” he responded. “I do not come from a good or a royal family. And my reputation isn’t the best—

“I still think you’re wonderful,” you wrapped both arms around one of his.

“And I think you’re delusional to love someone like me.”

“Then call me delusional then. I’ll never rule Asgard like Thor and Loki. I just want to be happy with you.” Fandral looked around him before he kissed your head. Both of you had to be cautious now. The long remembrance of memory faded in Fandral’s mind as he looked at you now. Your hair was in tangles, your breath smelled off, but Fandral still adored you. Your bedroom had a summer chill running through it. Luckily, both of you kept warm by each other.

“What’s wrong?”

“My memories with you are the strongest ones in my mind. Of course, I remember you binding yourself to me. I also remember when your brothers found out. And when we made a pact that your father would never find out about us.”

“So?”

“So, I’m still concerned.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him. Your body was as close to his as you could get. Your fingers entwined into his own. You were physically attached to him. “No one could tak—

You both heard a maid drop her tray of fruits. She stood aghast at what she saw. A princess of Asgard wrapped around the most ill-reputed, ill-born playboy in Asgard. And she did what she thought was right. She did what she thought would protect you.

You were up late that night, receiving the worst kind of lecture from your father, the King. He told you of your virtue and how precious it was. Thor and Loki would quickly question the fragility of your virtue when their own virtue was never questioned. Odin would respond with opening a crack in the sky. Neither of you won that argument.

The next morning, you didn’t bother getting out of bed. Why should you? What purpose did you have to get out of bed? Fandral was no longer yours. He would never be yours. Your father made sure of that. He started the process of marrying you off quickly to ‘protect the royal reputation’. Your mother let you swell in your heartbreak for a week. The next week, you were to stand among your royal family and meet your suitors.

Do as you were told.

So you did.

You stood still among your family. There was your father, King Odin, who watched over everyone and everything. Your mother, Queen Frigga, stood next to one of your older brothers, Loki. While Frigga looked to her husband as he spoke, Loki focused his attention on you. As did Thor. Thor almost reached for your fingers as he watched Fandral approached Odin.

“Good afternoon, my lord,” Fandral spoke. His eyes flickered to you for a moment and then back to his King. “I’ve come to make a report on last night’s riot in a tavern.”

“Let’s hear it,” Odin said. His tone was short and testing.

“It was only over a small issue of livestock,” Fandral reported. He dared not look at you. “A farmers’ brawl, not the treasonous sort we originally thought. All is well now.”

“Good,” Odin nodded. He stood up from his seat as Thor went to one side of you, grabbing your arm gently. As Fandral started to leave, Odin stopped him. “Have I dismissed you?”

“No, my lord,” Fandral bowed low. “My sincerest apologies.”

“You have new orders. You are to assist in welcoming Lord Braxus to Asgard. Go with Thor, Loki, and Y/N. I expect his party will be waiting at the entrance.”

“Lord Braxus?” Fandral questioned. “Why wasn’t the royal guard informed? We could find a few men to guard—

“He came on short notice at my invitation,” Odin said. “Y/N and Lord Braxus are to be betrothed.” Fandral’s face visibly fell at Odin’s pleasure. He looked down until you passed him with Thor at your side. Loki followed behind.

As all of you made your way towards the bridge, Fandral looked at you for the first time in a week.

“Careful, Father has people watching you,” you said coldly for his protection.

“I’m sorry, my lady. You should know,” Fandral kept his composure. “I am living my deepest, darkest fears. Nothing else scares me now. Not even your father."

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Love Is For The Foolish (8)

Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Warning: Mild Suggestive Content

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Chapter 8: King Loki

Loki awoke to the contrasting feeling of warm flesh against his. Your soft embrace was always ideal for comforting him. It was all the more effective when you were unclad and spent from a night of passionate copulation. He began gently running his fingers through your silken tresses as your arm draped lazily over his torso.

As dawn broke Loki thought only of you. How you had accepted him despite his mischevious reputation, his lies, his history of conquering women... Now you had forgiven him for taking advantage of your powers. 

He was King of Asgard.

Finally, he had claimed that he had been raised to believe was his birthright. As fate would have it his true birthright was similar with only the difference of realms.

You had recklessly accepted his newest and truest form as a frost giant, an abandoned Jotun prince. He had never known it was possible to feel so loved. Sometimes he felt he did not deserve you.

In your slumber, your arm finally fell to your side setting him free.

Loki did not hesitate to immediately guide your arm back onto him. “Thankfully I am a selfish man,” he muttered into your hair simultaneously kissing the top of your head.

You hummed contently cuddling closer into him now only half-asleep. “How am I to get a proper amount of rest when you keep me up so late only to wake me when the sun begins to rise?”

“If it were up to me you would never have a moment’s peace. I’d have you writhing with pleasure every waking moment.”

“How tempting,” you mused all the while your fingers drew the familiar patterns of his Jotun markings onto his chest. You had memorized them by now. “However there are urgent matters to attend to this morning.” 

Loki smirked catching your painful expression when a jolt of pain caught you by surprise upon attempting to stand. He had purposely postponed easing your pain.

You cursed his name but the pain had you voicing his name in almost a seductive moan due to the near-crippling ache that began at your thighs and shot up to your core. By morning Loki would usually have you feeling only a mild discomfort- after all, what was the point of claiming you if no reminder was left.

It had been some time since you were the target of his mischief. He felt you needed to be reminded of not only his love but his essence as well. “How intriguing.” Loki nonchalantly got out of bed with ease using his magic to dress as he made his way around your marital bed. “My queen, goddess and master of darkness, has yet to surpass the basics of healing.”

You scoffed before looking up at him with a smirk. He enjoyed the image of you on your knees a bit too much in your opinion. “Let us see how jovial my King is at the end of the week when he has been denied all carnal pleasures.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It is a promise.” 

You bit down on your bottom lip suppressing the boundless urge to wince as you stood. Your hips were riddled with bruises from an overly zealous husband., bruises you planned to conceal with one of your finest dresses. And although you hated to us magic for such menial tasks you lacked the capacity to physically dress yourself.

Loki sighed giving in to you. “One neither of us would benefit from.” He intended to relieve you of all discomfort from the very beginning. But, not before evoking a final whimper from your lips after having harshly pulled you in by the waist. 

Your grip on his shoulders loosened as you recovered. “Why must you always get a rise out of me?”

“Because I love you,” Loki kissed you. HIs tongue prying your lips open far too in need to give you a sweet loving kiss. “Your voice, the sounds that pass these heavenly lips...” his index and middle finger brushed the plush of your bottom lip before kissing you once more. “Are absolutely sinful.”

“Just as the man who invokes them.”

Everything seemed right in your world until the day you were confronted by Sif with extremely alarming information. “Are all of you in agreement about such blasphemy against your King?”

“With all due respect Lady Y/N-” Hogun stopped when he was elbowed in the gut by Fandrall. His friend reminded him you were no longer to be addressed this way but he did not care to correct himself when they were facing a crisis. Besides, as of late you seemed to be just as content as Loki. They could no longer trust you if you too were benefitting from Thor’s banishment. “The only person worthy to rule with the Allfather in Odinsleep is Prince Thor.”

You did not take kindly to his words or his actions when he stormed off. To some extent Loki’s paranoia was justifiable. He had warned you that some may question his rule. Even going as far to single out Sif and ask that you keep watch of her. “Lady SIf?”

Sif sighed, “Look princess it is time to rid yourself of the bind that blinds you.” There was no doubt you were an honest and powerful person but your loyalty, while a formidable quality, stood to be your greatest flaw. “Your love for Loki shields you from the truth. He may be loyal to you but he is not honest. He has always been jealous of Thor. His  mastery of magic makes him the only one capable of sneaking Frost Giants past Heimdall.”

Eyes shifted as you recoiled in the guilt of her false accusations. It was your magic, your dark seidr, that allowed the Frost Giants undetectable passage. Had you been more careful in not allowing him to venture off with it, had they known it was meant as harmless entertainment for Loki who was bitter about being overlooked. You sighed knowing they would not care to see it your way. To them, Loki’s mischief was nothing short of tactless. "I assure you Lady Sif, I assure all of you,” Your eyes narrowed in on them as a collective as your shadow spread out from under you. The darkness engulfed the entirety of the floor which they stood on keeping their feet planted to the ground unable to move any limbs. “I am not my husband’s marionette. Loki is King whether you agree to it or not, his mother, Queen Frigga entrusted him with the title. If you dare commit treason, Loki will not be the master of magic you must fear.”

Hogun returned when his companions failed to meet him.

Your eyes landed on him, the dark instantly following your line of sight. Going beyond your warning with Hogun by making him kneel. 

Hogun tried to resist it but it was futile. Volstagg and Fandrall shared a look of alarm towards their companion but similarly were unable to ambulate towards him. 

“I’ll have my eyes on you all.”  You turned your back to them before rescinding your shadow and revoking your hold on them. You did not order it but it was without saying that they were dismissed.

Lady Sif was the only one to delay her leave. She was left horrified by your unrelenting loyalty to the god of mischief.  “He refused our request to lift Thor’s banishment.”

You remained unmoved already knowing about their meeting with Loki. Although he did not specify the entirety of the discussion with you- it was enough to know he had his reasons. Personally, you did not agree with his decision. Thor had been nothing but open and kind with you. “May I remind you Odin was the one to banish Thor, not Loki.”

Sif was not one to be silenced. “Do you know where he is?” 

Your head turned slightly so you may glance over your shoulder at the female warrior. 

The action was telling of your response. Although you would never tell her of Loki’s doing you would certainly assert yourself. The lack of denial was also constant with her assessment of you. Despite how enamored you were with Loki, how you had begun to mimic his actions, and now abilities- you were still honest. “You can not lie, your highness.” 

As soon as the throne room doors shut you stomped your foot on the ground with a loud groan. The emotions you had been bottling up finally overcame you. The action caused a small tremor in the palace that everyone felt. Some ran out with worry to question what it was while others simply dismissed it.

“Seems our queen is just as unstable.”

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You had been here many times before, watching the Alfather in such a vulnerable state filled you with question. He always seemed like someone who would never-

Frigga watched you silently look on at Odin. There was clearly something on your mind and she would interrupt those thoughts so you may share with her. “What troubles you, my dear?”

“I suppose I still can not wrap my mind around it all.” For one, you were still unclear about Odinsleep but that was the least of your troubles. Lately, Loki seemed less like himself spending a vast majority of his time secluding himself from you. You got the feeling Loki was not where he said he would be. 

She got up to sit beside you, placing her hand atop yours on your lap she smiled. “Thank you.” When you stood to question she silenced you and continued with her “Thank you for helping Loki through such difficult times. I know it was a lot to ask of you.”

Frigga had only heard good things about you from the maids and guards in passing. You had managed to handle her day to day affairs so she may focus on tending to her husband. 

“I only hope I can do everything half as good as you Allmother. I always knew you did much for the people of Asgard but in my short time as-”

“Queen, do not hesitate on your title.”

You sighed letting all the accumulating stress take its toll. “I hesitate greatly because I do not think I deserve it.”

“I’ve never known you to diminish your worth. What has you questioning yourself?”

You did not want to disclose your meeting with Sif and the warriors three or the fact that they questioned Loki’s rule. Or the more pressing matter- that you were harboring guilt for playing part in Loki’s secret portal.

Thankfully you did not have to. A maid came looking for you at that precise moment providing you with a means to drop the conversation. “Pardon the intrusion Allmother,” the maid curtseyed to Frigga. “But your Highness is urgently needed.”

That was your queue to will all previous troubles from being shown and get back to the task of running a realm. You and Frigga exchanged a knowing look where you promised to visit again. 

Frigga knew it wasn’t right to let you leave like this. She held both your hands in hers offering a few words to calm your ever-growing worries. “I trust you to make your own decisions.”

Her words resonated within you the day Loki froze Heimdall and sent The Destroyer to Midgard. His actions seemed far more extreme than they should have been. 

He had shouted orders for you to be taken away after you continued to argue over his actions.

“Loki stop this!”

Loki sparred a momentary glance in your direction otherwise he remained unmoved atop his throne. “This does not concern you Y/N now listen and go with the guards.”

The guards apologized as they took hold of your arm trying to lead you out. 

You used their own shadows to pin them in place while you stepped past them. Loki wanted you to blindly follow him but you would do no such thing. He had yet to tell you of his trips outside the realm- something told you this was all related.

“If you do not stop The Destroyer- I will!” You whipped your hair back over your shoulders when you turned your back to him. 

The guards were individually released as you passed them by. They dared not so much as look at Loki after witnessing your quarrel. 

Loki slammed his hands down on throne causing a loud bang to echo off the walls. “You will do no such thing!”

Although his outburst did startle you there was no looking back. In fact, you walked faster carelessly grabbing your skirt to the point where you were permanently creasing the beautiful glittering material with your strength. The regal appearance you had been trying to uphold until now was broken. 

Too deep in thought you were unable to react in time when Loki suddenly appeared before you. You stepped on your dress as you crashed into his open arms.

Irritated and annoyed by the oversight your hands lay on his chest pushing him away. “Let go of me!” you demanded but his arms remained restraints around you. He was much stronger than he looked and you much smarter. 

You let your body go limp feigning to accept you had come to a dead-end in your revolt against him. “Why Loki? Why must you go to such extremes?” It was hard however you managed to conjure up some tears.  Preying on your husband’s love for you, you sought his comfort. 

Loki’s hold loosened thinking he had hurt you in his bid to stop you from ruining his plans.

This was your chance and you seized it. You freed your hands, held his face in them to bring him eye level with you. “I need to know,” you pressed your forehead against his in a bid to read his mind. 

HIs mind was vulnerable in this chaotic state. You managed to see what he had done, the lies he told to Thor. His entire trip to Midgard was at your mercy. When you began to see Jotunheim and Laufey he did something he never thought he would do.

Loki stabbed you.

The pain immediately brought you back to face the present Loki with a gasp of pain. You held your side where Loki’s dagger remained. Far worse was the pain you felt in your chest of betrayal. “Loki-”

Loki was just as shocked by his actions.

The pain was like nothing you had ever felt before. You had been stabbed at your side yet the pain felt as if it originated elsewhere. Where you could not say. You cursed your inability to heal yourself once again when you felt faint.

Loki caught you before you could fall. He held you tightly as he teleported you to your bed. There he worked in deafening silence to heal you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you managed to see the conflict of panic and anger on your raven-haired King’s face. You felt the roughness of his dry lips graze your cheek and forehead multiple times. His bottom lip had been victim to his anger transforming his once soft lips.

He was clearly remorseful of his actions but you did not doubt that part of him felt successful. He had healed you, put you out of danger’s way yet you felt drained of all energy.

“Rest my Queen,” Loki placed a final kiss to your velvety lips. The memory of having purposely inflicted pain upon the woman he loved would haunt him for the rest of his life. However, he had managed to stop you from running towards danger. 

The Jotuns and Laufey were due to arrive soon as per Loki’s plans, he had to make sure you were safe. He had to keep you away from them or anyone who would harm you. He knew how hypocritical a thought it was yet he stood by it. 

“You’ll be safe here.”

-end-

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[mentalmimosa]

they’ll miss us

Prompt: it’s been a week and you’ve already managed to gather a cult. Prompt from this generator.

My mind would not settle in one direction this AM, so forgive this two-for-one shot.

Take 1

“It’s been a week,” Loki said drily, “and I see you’ve already managed to gather a cult.”

Thor looked up from his coffee, wide-eyed, his fingers caught in the faded pages of a newspaper. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you? Of course you don’t. You can be so purposefully blind sometimes, Thor.” Loki slipped into the chair opposite his brother. “Half the place is making eyes at you at the moment. The young woman behind the counter is considering proposing marriage. That gaggle of boys over by the window has become a fugue of jealous awe. And the dapper-looking lady at the bar has taken a half-dozen pictures of you with her phone. And you’ve noticed none of it, have you?”

Thor colored, the skin beneath his beard running pink. “I’ve been engaged in my own business.”

“So no, then.”

“What difference does it make?” Thor said. “People will look where they like. I’m not trying to attract their attention.”

Loki picked up his brother’s mug and took a long, rather disappointing sip. “It’s not their attention I’m worried about. It’s your Avenger friends. I thought we’d agreed it was preferable to avoid them, at least until our people were settled in.”

“Hmmm. Yes.” Thor looked a bit sheepish. “I’d supposed that we were far enough away from their purview. I’d forgotten how obsessed Midgardians are about instant news and photos and such.”

“Social media, darling. It’s called social media.”

Thor handed him a floppy, affectionate smile.“You knew what I meant.” It was out of place here, that smile, in this faded, sleepy cafe at four o’clock in the afternoon in the middle of someplace called South Dakota. The fall sunshine outside already beginning its slow surrender to the gray, tugging with it the first breath of winter, and yet, despite his better judgement, said smile made Loki’s fool heart skip a beat.

He set down the now-empty mug and let his fingers find Thor’s on the table. Dry, they were, like the many leaves that littered the sidewalk, but warm, too, solid and firm.

“Will you walk me home, kind sir?” Loki said.

“If you like.” A squeeze. “I’ll even check for monsters under your bed, if that would help.”

“If you like. I do rather prefer them in my bed than below them.”

Take 2

The first weeks on Midgard are not quite what Loki expects--mainly because no one seems to notice (or care) that they’re there.

Part of it, certainly, is that Thor shows no interest in teaming up with his Avenger friends again. He makes a point, when they are close enough to Earth, of crowding their people on to three smaller ships--the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria, Loki dubs them, though no one else finds this amusing--and leaving the bulk of the New Asgard behind, manned by Heimdal and a skeleton crew.

“If all goes well,” Loki hears Thor tell the All-Seer, “we’ll return for you soon.”

Heimdal, of course, being Heimdal, smiles his imperious, nothing ever surprises me smile, and says: “Yes, my king. You will.”

Thor leads them to someplace called Western Canada, a land of trees and rocks and rugged hills. There are humans about, not too far away, but most of their early days are spent in peaceful exile with only more interesting Midgardian creatures like wolves and mountain lions and great, horned birds about. It is, though Loki is loathe to admit it, incredibly peaceful, almost idyllic.

His brother disappears here and there--off to negotiate with the Earthers, Loki guesses--but Thor’s always home for supper, for the big, raucous meals organized by those among the Aesir who have ached all these long months in space to be able to cook again. He sits at Loki’s side most nights--though sometimes Korg snags him and plants him between a rock and sharp place, i.e., Miek’s right hand--and sometimes lies with him, too, curled in the same tent beneath the vast, pockmarked canopy they’ve come to know so well since they let Hela destroy the only home either of them has ever known.

Notably, however, though they rest side-by-side, Thor and Loki in those first weeks of landfall do not touch, not as they did aboard the New Asgard, an old pleasure gratefully rediscovered and happily found. The need hasn’t left Loki, nor his brother, he’s fairly sure, but the new king seems reluctant to indulge with their people so close, with nothing but the wind between their tent and those whom together they saved.

There is a prudishness in Thor, the great beautiful brute, that Loki finds both infuriating and incredibly charming; an easy button, sometimes, to push. But there comes a time on Earth, soon, when even Thor’s propriety cannot hold back what he needs.

At first it’s a kiss or two, here and there. In the shadows of the evening’s great fire, or on the edge of a cold, silver stream. In the clutch of two trees, or beneath the sharp eyes of the stars.

And then one morning, Thor cruelly drags Loki from sleep and makes him join a hunting party.

Loki hates hunting, always has, and in his not-quite-awake haze, he’s horrified to think that Thor might have forgotten this, a fact that so painfully defined their earliest days. Odin had never taken Loki’s objections to heart, ever, had always bundled him shouting onto a horse behind his brother’s back and slapped a blade into his hand, or a reed-thin, diamond-sharp staff.

“You will go with this party,” Odin would say in his deepest voice, the most threatening, the voice that could bring the furies of Asgard to bear, “and you will slay a creature of the forest yourself, Loki, with your own two hands, and you will not return to here until you have done so, until you can prove to me you can wield more than a woman’s tricks. Do you understand me?”

And Loki, tears in his eyes that he could not let fall, would nod his head and clutch his weapon and fight the strange, awful urge to plunge it into his father’s own heart.

“Good. Do as I have asked and you’ll be rewarded, my son. Do not”--the All-Father let his his words hang in the air like a storm front, ominous--“and there will be punishment for your failings, yes?”

“Yes,” Loki would say. “Yes, Father.”

Before him, hands closed around the horse’s reins, he would feels Thor trembling, anger wound up tight in his back, threatening to break out, to break free, to make the terrible situation much, much worse. So he would squeeze Thor’s waist with his free hand, a childish kind of reassurance, and lean his head between his brother’s shoulders: shut up .

At last, Odin would be satisfied with his threats and slap the horse’s rear and off they’d set on the heels of the main hunting party, women and men of their father’s court charged with this glorious purpose: murder in the name of a king.

On Earth, then, life upon lifetimes later, Loki’s startled when Thor volunteers them both to join some of these same women and men in a hunt built on need, not ceremony; now, what must be appeased is the people’s hunger, not their king’s desire for an ancient sort of glory. They have no horses now, only their feet; no golden lances or glorious elf-forged blades, only the everyday weapons close at hand when the battle for Asgard began, and yet the animals of the Earth--the stags and the hares--prove little match.

It sickens Loki, the prospect of so much death. No matter how hungry his people may be.

So it angers him, Thor’s insistence that he comes along, up and until the moment when his brother grabs his wrist and drags him behind a beast of a tree, its trunk twice as broad at Loki’s body. Loki opens his mouth to snarl, the morning’s frustration caught up in a snit, but Thor steps into him, silences him, with his quick, eager beast of a mouth.

It’s not until their tongues touch, until Thor’s hand tears at Loki’s hem and finds the chill damp of his back, that Loki’s mind catches up to his body, that his hands fly up to catch the sheep-shorn of Thor’s hair, that his thighs spread and allow Thor’s own to wedge between them.

His brother has stiffened already, the great anxious heat of his cock twitching against Loki’s hip, and oh, he must have been planning this all morning, since they rose before the sun; scoping out each section of forest and testing each tree against his desires, against the image he’d formed in his mind of Loki pinned beneath him, the others in their party clueless, their eyes fixed pointedly up ahead.

There are a hundred things Loki might say, little taunts he might throw at Thor; when he’s in his cups of need like this, when he’s big and ready and rutting, Thor likes to be talked to, like to have Loki’s mouth curl around all the wicked things that he wants, the many ways in which he wishes Thor would take him apart. Truth be told, in moments like this, Loki likes to hear his own voice, too.

But it’s been too long, too many days without what had become an everyday pleasure: hands upon skin; kisses traded, exchanged; trousers opened and any secrets between them tugged out full into the light. Loki cannot contain himself enough to speak, much less to be clever, and in the end, he relies solely on sound, on the turn of his nails, on a kind of wordless begging that has Thor roaring in his ear as his fist finds Loki’s cock and pulls out each and every bottled-up drop.

He comes embarrassingly fast, does Loki, with leaves in his hair and bark biting his boots, so fast that he feels boneless, beautifully crushed, a bystander to his brother’s rush towards climax. Thor’s mouth never leaves his and Loki never lets go of him, fingers still stretched in his hair, others twined with Thor’s over that great, lovely dick and Thor is not so careful with himself, not so kind; when he comes, he keeps jerking himself with the same fervor, the same absolute ocean of need, and as Loki clings to him, wishes for some goddamn privacy and a bed, Thor comes again, spunk seeping into Loki’s shirt, his cock, in warm, oozing shocks.

“We can’t stay like this forever,” Loki murmurs finally, when his brother’s spend has gone chilly, when even he is trembling in the cold. “They’ll come looking.”

Thor raises his head, the patch over his eyes gently catching Loki’s temple. “I don’t care.”

“You do. Obviously, you do.” Loki traces the lines of Thor’s back. “Otherwise, you’d have taken me in a tent like a proper oaf instead of manhandling me out in the open like this.”

Thor chuckles, tucks the sound into Loki’s neck. “Is that what I’ve done? Manhandled you?”

“No, my darling. You’ve ignored me.”

That earns him a soft, wounded sound and a kiss, sweet and searching. “Have I, kanin? I’m sorry.”

“You haven’t called me that in years.”

“I know.”

“There was a time when you’d call me nothing else.”

“There was a time when you earned it. You did nothing but run; away from me, from Odin. Even from mother.”

Loki kisses Thor again. It’s easier than saying I don’t want to talk about it. Easier than explaining why. And Thor, bless him, has always been easily distracted by Loki’s mouth.

“They’ll miss us,” he repeats, giving his brother a shove. “Pull up your trousers, my king.”

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[biavenger]

Regret;

Summary: “I regret those times when I've chosen the dark side. I've wasted enough time not being happy.” -Jessica Lange

A/N: I’m taking a break from my possible Girl Crush pt. 3 (let me know if you’re really interested!) and was feeling really inspired after seeing Thor: Ragnarok. Enjoy!

The awkward silence shrouding the kitchen table was palpable, making every bite of breakfast that much harder to swallow. Loki had just arrived, chained in actual shackles, for the Avengers to keep an eye on while Thor was off on “Asgardian business” (whatever that meant- none of them were quite sure). Steve had made a valiant attempt at sparking some lighthearted conversation, but it fell flat as nobody particularly felt much like talking.

Tony had buried his nose in a newspaper, focusing way too long on the comic section to actually be reading it. Loki was pushing his eggs around on his plate, not interested in the cuisine that Midgard had to offer. Bucky was clenching a spoon so hard in his hand that it was starting to warp, and Natasha was so uncomfortable that she went to start training an hour and a half earlier than she planned to. Steve was the only one who had eaten anything at all.

The only indication that anyone else in the tower was even awake were the pitter-patter of bare feet running through the hallway leading to the kitchen, and all four men sitting at the table were silently praying that another person would be joining to make things less...well, uncomfortable. 

A bright smile lit up Y/N’s face as she dashed into the kitchen, a plate filled with the eggs and bacon that Steve had gotten up early to make for everyone. “Good morning, everyone,” she greeted as she slid into the open seat between Bucky and Steve.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Steve teased her through a mouth full of eggs, but luckily Y/N could understand him from experience, “Glad you could join us.” 

“I’m glad I could join you; I hate sleeping through breakfast,” the girl laughed, noticing the new member of their breakfast club, “Who’s this?”

“Loki, God of Mischief and son of Odin ,” Loki introduced himself before anyone else could, causing Tony to roll his eyes behind his newspaper, “Pleasure to meet you. I would offer you my hand to shake, as is the Midgardian custom, but these village idiots don’t trust me to be unchained.” 

Y/N seemed unfazed by any of the flowery titles Loki felt the need to include in his introduction, as well as his insult of her friends. Her grin seemed immovable as she replied with a simple, “Nice to meet you, too.” 

“Why can’t you hit me harder,” Y/N complained as she adjusted the grips on her hands, “Nobody’s going to take it this easy on me during a real mission!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, making eye-contact with Steve to silently ask him for help. Steve, however, just put his hands up, refusing to take a side. “You know why, doll,” Bucky replied, giving the girl a minute to adjust her fighting stance before taking a swing at her. 

Loki watched from a bench in the corner of the room, where he was very over-dramatically chained directly to a metal pillar. His jaw clenched as he watched Bucky put his hands on the girl, fixing the way she had positioned her arms in a way that would protect her body better. 

“Jealous?” Natasha seemed to materialize from the wall next to Loki, also focused on the scene before them. Loki simply snorted in response, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the accusation. “I don’t think the idea is as crazy as you make it seem,” she replied before walking over next to Steve to give him critiques for Y/N. 

It had been several weeks since Loki’s arrival, and all the Avengers except for Y/N had insinuated that on some level, Loki must have been attracted to the woman. He couldn’t stand it.

Instead of appropriately directing his anger, he took it all out on Y/N. The girl seemed unfazed by his words and actions, though, and just continued smiling and doing her best to make him a comfortable guest in the tower.

“Can I get you anything? Water?” She had offered one day, peeking her head into the library where Loki was allowed one hour, unchained, to read books and relax- on the condition that he stayed in the room. 

“You can leave me alone,” Loki sneered in response, not even looking up from what he was reading to regard her presence, “Have you ever considered that you are the most annoying being to walk the realms, and everyone would be better off if you shut your stupid Midgardian mouth?” 

“Oh,” was all she said in response, blinking once before disappearing from the doorway, which was immediately refilled by Bucky and Natasha’s looming forms. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Bucky started charging the god, until Natasha grabbed his arm and stopped him. 

“Let me talk to him,” she said, “But if that approach doesn’t work, I call dibs on ruining his stupid face.”

Y/N tried not to cry, ever. It didn’t solve any problems, only created a new one as it caused her head to ache for the rest of the night after. However, if she couldn’t stop herself from crying, she would stop others from being able to see it.

She was practically the emotional backbone of the tower. With all the trauma that the other Avengers had gone through (Tony with the nuke, Steve with being in the ice, Natasha and the Red Room, Bucky and Hydra....the list went on), she felt her problems were minuscule at best, stupid at worst, so she took on a lot of emotional labor for everyone else in the tower. 

“Hello?” a voice accompanied a quick few raps at the door, and Y/N gave herself a final sniff before wiping the tears off her face, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” Y/N hoped the stuffiness of her tone wouldn’t give away the fact that she had been crying, “Yeah, of course. Come on in.” 

She stood and turned to see Loki in the doorway, unaccompanied by another Avenger, and also unchained. Instead of pressing the emergency alert button that Tony had insisted to install in every bedside table in the tower, she sat back on the bed, her back to him. “If you’re going to escape, you better do it fast,” she said, feeling the weight of the bed shift as he sat across from her. 

“Please look at me,” his voice shook, causing Y/N to turn around and notice the pallor of his skin, which was alarming to her, “I didn’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“My dear, I could have escaped any time these past few weeks if I had tried,” Loki said, reaching forward to capture her hand in both of his, “I stayed....for you. I just...said those things, because, well, I can’t understand how you can be so happy.” 

“I’m not always happy, Loki, and I haven’t had a happy life,” she explained, ignoring the hurt expression on his face as she pulled her hand away from him, “I used to work for Hydra, you know. And they treated me like trash there, and I didn’t want to be there, but they had threatened me. Bucky and Nat got me out of there, with the help of the rest of the Avengers.” Her head hung as she told the story; even years after it happened, it still hurt for her to talk about. “I had to choose to be happy, Loki. Because I couldn’t afford to live with the alternative.” 

A few tears managed to streak down her cheeks, causing Loki to reach out and brush them away with his thumb. Y/N flinched in response, before leaning into his hand. 

Loki felt encouraged to pull her closer, cupping her neck in his hand as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

“I regret those times when I've chosen the dark side,” he muttered against her skin, “I've wasted enough time not being happy.”

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[your-highnessmarvel]

Benign

Requested by Anon:  How about an imagine about you finding Loki on Saqaar? I️ was pretty interested in how Loki managed to catch the Grandmaster’s attention. Also in the prison with Thor, Loki seemed so keen and comfortable with staying on Saqaar when this whole time world domination had been consuming him. What if it’s because of you- a girl that’s close to the grandmaster that’s caught Loki’s full attention?

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Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of smut, kissing, Grandmaster is enough of a warning

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Living on Saqaar as the Grandmaster’s personal closet assistant had its perks and its disasters. You could participate with Val to the gladiator rounds and watch Hulk beat every single one of his enemies to a pulp. You could have your own room, with as much luxury as you could ever imagine. The only thing you had to do was advise the Grandmaster on his style and propose some ideas. 

However, you could never leave the perimeter of the tower. Since the day you can remember, you’d never been outside of the tower gates. You could hear the parades and the parties, yet you could never actually venture out there and participate. You’d always been jealous of Val, who could just climb into her ship and go wherever she wanted. You’d begged her to take you with her once, but even she knew the consequences of disobeying the Grandmaster.

The one day, a bomb landed in Saqaar. 

“Grandmaster!” A girl dressed in armor came running into the Grandmaster’s styling room. “Grandmaster! A demi-God has just landed from the Devil’s Anus!” God you always hated that name. 

The Grandmaster smiled, waving you aside. You rolled your eyes, stepping down from the throne. 

“Sweety, please, have you brought him with you?” the Grandmaster asked. The girl nodded, out of breath, smiling like she just won the lottery. 

They hauled him in by the arms, dragging him along while he wore a dazzling smile, green eyes shining with vigor in the crystal lighting of the room. He was breathtaking. He wore a long green coat with some sort of foreign armor under, gold and black. His hair was long, reaching his shoulders, and black as night, making his porcelain skin look whiter. 

You could see, on the Grandmaster’s face, that he was very very interested.

The words that came out of your mouth next surprised everyone in the room, including you and the demi-God. 

“I claim him!”

Even before anyone had spoken a word, you’d claimed the demi-God like you were very allowed to do. That’s how things worked on Saqaar. You wanted something, you claimed it. Same went for foreigners that fell through the Devil’s Anus. No matter how hard you hated that name, you still had to use it. 

“What a great turn of events!” the Grandmaster chirped, clapping his hands like a little child. Shooting him a look between annoyance and apologetic, you walked down the stairs and grabbed the demi-god by the bicep, looking at him with a hard look. 

“Have fun, my child!” the Grandmaster called after you as you dragged the dark-haired man out of the room. 

“Hey before you strip me and tie me up to the bed, my name is Loki and I-”

“Listen, demi-God,” you growled, spinning him until you were looking up into his eyes. You hadn’t noticed how freakishly tall he was. “I only saved your ass because I know who you are.”

He frowned, delicate dark brows creasing. “You do?”

“Yes,” you answered. “I used to live in Asgard before I ended up here. You’re Odin’s son.”

“Adopted.”

You sighed, dragging him along further, down the many halls of the tower until you had reached your room. As you unlocked the door to your room, he was looking at you with a half smirk. “Ooh,” he cooed, “am I going to be tied to the closet and not the bed?”

“Shut up!” You grabbed him by the arm and hauled him in again, him giggling like an idiot and you growling for him to act right.

He fell real hard you, as awful as you were. You were always sleeping or hanging out with the Grandmaster, which in turn made Loki part of the Grandmaster’s pose. Wherever you went, Loki followed, as you’d claimed him and everyone knew he was yours. 

It did not stop him from falling hard for you. Even when you were just laying around in your quarters, talking about the most random things in the universe, his heart beat a little faster. He was always admiring the little quirks about you too; the way you smirked, the way you tied your hair, or even how you ate so savagely and without care. 

“Why did you leave Asgard?” he asked one morning, standing in the doorway of his room, eating a pear. 

“Why did you fall from the Devil’s Anus?” you retorted, shooting him a glance that told him that he could put his snooping nose right back where it belonged. 

You always stayed in the dark with him; your prince. He always had his eyes on you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. He made you feel like your emotions had been thrown in the blender. He was a charmer; an elegant man. Even if you had claimed him purely to save him from the Grandmaster’s reticulations, you were beginning to wonder if you had also claimed him out of selfishness. He was, after all, a very good looking man with class and seduction. 

You began to explore him, as you would a reptile under a hot lamp. You teased him; walking into the main living area of your quarters wearing nothing but a skimpy pajama. You touched him more lasciviously and spoke in a husky tone, to see the kind of reaction you could siphon from me. 

“What are you doing?” He stared at you with round eyes, but you knew you were getting to him. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” you asked, lifting your chin in curiosity. 

“You claimed me,” he said, but he was smirking like a devil. “You can ask me to do anything and I would have to comply.” 

You didn’t have to say anything. He ravished your mouth as if he’d done it before. His lips molded to yours so perfectly, two pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle. His hands found your waist and lured you in, your fingers tangling in the mess of his curls. He made sure to give you everything you’ve ever wanted from a man. 

He fell so hard for you that he wondered if he loved you.

But Loki could never love anyone as much as he loved himself. Even though you’d grown to be inseparable, watching gladiator games with the Grandmaster, sitting on the long couch. Even though you were never one without the other, Loki could never pass up an opportunity to better himself. Hence, when Thor fell from the (wait for it) Devil’s Anus, escaped, and had a grand prize over his head, Loki vanished from your existence. Although he’d grown to be a good man, a good lover, he had to go help his brother. 

As Loki stood there, in an illusion, he could see the abandonment on his brother’s face. Yet he couldn’t tear himself from the girl who’d claimed him. Loki was head over fucking heels for a runaway Asgardian girl, who’d used her status quo on Saqaar to claim him. He was fucking weak-kneed for a girl like you. 

But this was his brother. Even if the world had crashed around him before, and Loki had wanted to desperately clench royalty between his jealous teeth, Loki always loved Thor. He would still play his mockeries and betray Thor, of course, but he’d always end up fighting by his side. 

“I have to go,” Loki told you one evening, as you were huddled in the covers, sweaty foreheads stuck together. 

“I claimed you,” you answered, sighing, knowing there was nothing in the world keeping him here. 

“There’s this thing that I have to do.” He wrapped his arms around your bare waist, setting your skin on fire, closing his eyes to avoid the dread in your eyes. 

Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was just the need for affection on a planet hat reeked neglect.

“Will you come back?” you asked, feeling his mouth on your neck. He hummed against your skin, moving against your body. 

“I will try, Y/N, but I cannot guarantee I will even come out of this alive,” Loki answered. 

It was fun while it lasted. Even though he left with the taste of you on his lips, he never set foot on Saqaar again. 

Tags: @papi-chulo-bucky @fluasch @Chubisgirl @spudsandbandit @beautiful-tiger-loves-it 

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[sserpente]

In a heartbeat (Chapter 22)

A/N: Heyho there my lovelies! Please keep in mind that starting from chapter 27, there will be spoilers for Infinity War. Warnings will be in place. Have fun reading! ;-)

You insisted on taking the bus after knocking-off time. Ricardo wanted to take you to a restaurant right away, having dinner together before heading to the cinema. Whether it was the urge to take a shower, freshen up a little and make yourself pretty before your date or the fact you wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, you did not know. Perhaps… it was a mixture of both.

After taking a shower that took a lot longer than usual, you were smart enough to apply your make-up before putting on that red blouse and skirt. You would pair them with some black heels and a leather jacket—anything but green. Anything that could remind you of Loki.

Satisfied with your work, you went to grab your hair straightener from the bedroom. Then, you stopped dead in your tracks, however, your eyes widening in shock and your lips parting. There was a man standing in the middle of your bedroom.

“Loki…” This wasn’t real. He was not here. There he stood, leather armour, green cape, raven hair, those curious blue eyes you instantly lost yourself in and a mischievous smirk on his thin lips, right in the middle of your bedroom.

“Am I hallucinating?” You asked him, your eyes filling up with tears. Screw your make-up. Was he an illusion?

Loki shook his head. “You’re not, little minx. I’m here.”

And then, you literally flew into his arms. Hugging him tightly, you let out all of the frustration that had built up in your body over the last four months, right until your strength left your body and you went limp in his arms.

The God of Mischief chuckled.

“How are you?” You asked, excited as you locked eyes with him. Loki returned your glance with surprise.

“How are you?”

“I’m… fine?” I’m fine now, you mutely corrected yourself. This couldn’t be happening. Loki was here, with you, in your very own apartment. Why had he come here? Had he… missed you? As much as you had missed him? You could barely hold back the urge to scream you loved him, right in his face.

“Are you really? Thor told me you might not be all too well since you left us.” So he had been worried? It was true, you hardly ever left the house except for work. Crying and mourning the loss of a love you had never owned had become a part of you ever since your departure.

“I’m okay.” Your smile was weak, yet Loki seemed content with your answer for now. He allowed himself to take a look around.

“So this is your place?”

“Yes. My flat. I was going to live in New York before… well, you know. I… just couldn’t go back there.”

Loki nodded. He understood, of course.

“Why are you here?”

“I came to see you. How you are holding up after your adventures.” You didn’t expect him to ask you for permission when he simply sat down on your bed and tilted his head for you to join him.

This was impossible. Loki was back, he was sitting on your bed! The memories came crushing back, knocking you down like Thor’s hammer. The almost-kiss, the hugs, the tears, the countless nights you had spent cuddled up in bed together…

“Tell me.”

“Oh, well… Tony helped me snatch a job at one of my favourite magazines. It’s great, I love my work.” Loki nodded once more. He seemed genuinely interested. “I might soon be promoted too!”

You bit your lower lip. “What about you? How is… married life?” The sting in your heart when you spoke the words had you flinch, your hatred for Valkyrie returning. For a second, you had almost forgotten she even existed.

The God of Mischief smirked once more. For a moment, it looked like he was going to reach for your hand and hold it. Then, however, he tensed.

“I am not married as of yet.”

The only time you had ever been this relieved was when you had learned Loki had survived Ragnarok.

“You’re not?” You attempted nonchalantly. “How?”

Loki sighed. “Thor suggested it would ease our people if I wedded her. I have been postponing it ever since. I do not love her. I never have. I believe you know this.” He said, a taunting tone audible in his smooth voice. “Ruling is one thing. But even my mother—Frigga—loved Odin dearly.” You understood. It was something he had hoped for himself too. He had tricked Thor yet again. Your heart jumped once more.

Nodding, you smiled at him and suppressed a childish giggle. He didn’t love her! Did that mean… you actually stood a chance? Ha! If only… you were still a mortal, nothing had changed about that.

For a while, neither of you said anything. You sighed as you leaned against him, hugging him once more. The peaceful silence was only ripped away from you when your phone rang.

“Oh. Sorry.”

Rather reluctantly, you stood to pick up. It was Ricardo. Shit. Your date!

“Uh, hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N). Should I come pick you up? The movie starts at nine, there’s still time, of course, but I was just wondering…”

And now what? Dump him? You couldn’t do that. At some point, you had actually been looking forward to this night. But now that Loki had showed up and stirred up your strong feelings for him yet again, it felt… wrong.

No. You should go. Ignoring the butterflies in your belly when you thought of the God of Mischief patiently waiting in your bedroom for you to come back to him. Would he disappear again in a few hours? There was no guarantee Loki had returned to you to prove he loved you. He might not marry Valkyrie… or not yet, at least but if you were a mere friend he thought it would be polite to visit… you were not going to miss out the chance on pulling a decent guy. This was a plausible thing to do, right? No, no, no!

“Oh! That’s… that’s nice, Ric, thank you. Um, can you give me another hour? I’ll call you, okay?”

“No problem. I see you then.” You hung up.

“Who was that?” Loki asked when you turned around, concern and curiosity present on your face. Why was it so hard to tell him?

“That was, um… my date.”

“Your what?” Loki’s face fell. His blue eyes narrowed as he frowned at you.

“I was planning to go out tonight before you showed up. You know—“

“With friends?” He probed.

“No… with a guy. It’s a date. His name is Ricardo, he is one of my co-workers. He is a really nice guy, so I—“

“No.” He said simply, interrupting you harshly.

“Excuse me?”

“You will not go.”

“What?!” You must have been hearing things. You were not exactly keen on going out with another guy either, not now that the man you actually loved was right there in front of you and not impossibly far away, marrying another woman. But this? You might as well go out because of his gruesome reaction.

“You are not going to meet him. How will you know his intentions are honourable?”

Gnashing your teeth, you clenched your fists. Now you were angry. “You’re the one talking about honour, Loki.” Had he forgotten how he had betrayed his own brother? How you had stood up for him, lied for him even? You would have stayed on this godforsaken planet with him if it only meant he was going to be alright—because you loved him. Still, your response was mean. You almost regretted it. After all, he had kept you safe on Sakaar…

Loki did not sound like he cared about you finding someone to spend your life with. Much rather, he seemed… jealous. Oh, absolutely not. This was impossible.

What was he doing? What were you doing? How had you gone from a tearful reunion to a feisty fight this quick? You refused to believe he was jealous. Why would he be? You had hoped for so long Loki would take a romantic interest in you, you were not going to hope in vain again.

“We are not on Sakaar anymore, Loki! I don’t need your permission! I haven’t talked to you in months and now suddenly you show up in my life again, wanting to control it? I won’t have that, fuck you! Who do you think you are?!”

The God of Mischief seemed all but unfazed. His glare was deadly when it met yours. “Your king.”

You blinked, not quite believing his words. Was he serious? Maybe he really was cruel and evil, even if everything inside you screamed he was not. Did he have to take even your last hope? Couldn’t you at least date… and eventually fuck other men to get over him? Apparently, you could not. Loki was relentless. When you stormed off in a rage, attempting to rip open the bedroom door, it wouldn’t budge a smidge despite it being unlocked. Damn his magic.

“You are not leaving.” He repeated. He stood when you took off one of your high heels and threw it at him.

“Open the bloody door!”

Loki dodged it effortlessly, approaching you fast and dangerously. You were about to take off your second heel and throw it but this time, he was quicker. Catching your wrist in mid-air, he made you drop your absurd weapon, snatched your other wrist as well and pressed you against the bedroom door.

Your whole body touched his, his chest rubbing against your hardening nipples. The fabric of your blouse and bra was way too thin. Shit.

A surprised moan escaped your lips when his mouth came crashing down on yours, his lips devouring yours in such a desperate and dominant manner, your knees almost gave in. W-what…?

A/N: Anyone else who was waiting for this?! And it only took them 22 bloody chapters to finally kiss. It’s another mean cliffhanger, I know but I promise it will be worth it. ;-)

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[justjessame]

Glorious, Before the Burden - The Mourning ~ 12

When I was very small, and had first come to live under Frigga’s careful eye and maternal wing, when the rooms I was given felt all wrong and the garden called to me no matter where I was within the walls of Odin’s grand kingdom - I had a playmate.  

I’d been in the hall, where feasts were held and where we dined when there were too many to use the more intimate rooms that allowed for quieter conversations.  The weather was too bad for me to wander in the garden and Frigga had given me freedom to find my own recreation while she attended to queenly matters that my small self would find far too boring.  The library held no inspiration, my rooms the same nothingness, and so I found myself in the hall.  

There she was - a tad larger than me, but around the same age, perhaps.  Her long hair was dark, and her eyes were snapping and intelligent.  Her smile was warm and she looked as though she were waiting just for me.  

“There you are,” she said, and I bit my lip, shy and a bit frightened.  “Well come along, Sigyn, I haven’t all day.”    

“How do you know my name?” My head had tilted, much like the hunting hounds when they were confused by something one of their masters commanded.  “I’ve never seen you before.”  

Her smile grew, knowingly and not at all surprised by my confusion or my caution.  “I’m Sylvie, and we’re going to be the very best of friends.”  

I jerked awake, having fallen asleep at the table that I was using as my desk, the laptop coming alive as I woke up.  The memory was so vivid, so clear that I yearned to crawl back into my dream and live in it a while longer.  

Sylvie - I hadn’t thought of her in so long that I’d almost convinced myself I’d imagined her.  How clever and mischievous she’d been, how quick to disappear when we’d hear anyone coming - a small gadget in her hand and she’d hold her finger to her lips and with a quiet giggle she’d vanish.  

She taught me how to sneak out of my rooms and get to the gardens after dark - so I could have the peace I craved so desperately.  And I showed her what Frigga taught us about magic. She was so thirsty for it that I asked her why she didn’t join our classes, but she would just tell me that she preferred my company over others.  

Play and companionship entwined so easily, and it went on and on.  No one else seemed to see her or know her.  And I felt so special for that.  Sylvie had chosen ME over all others.  And I had her for my very own.  

Until she stopped coming.  Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, then years - and then Frigga gave me my trip to Midgard with Loki and the rest -  

I never forgot Sylvie, I simply thought she was nothing more than a childhood dream - an imaginary friend for a very unhappy child.  

What if she wasn’t?  

If I was learning anything from the knowledge of who and what I truly was, it was that my dreams were not simply dreams.  My memories were not simply memories.  Everything was pointing to - what was Sylvie pointing to?  

Tempting though it was to sit at the laptop and keep trying to find a path forward, a bath and my bed were both calling to me.  And if I’d learned nothing else, LISTENING to what my body and mind wanted was something that I most definitely needed to do.  Turning off the lights as I went through the cottage, I thought of the moments I spent with Sylvie -

“But HOW does it work?” She’d ask me, as we sat face to face with our legs crossed under us in my hidden spot in the garden.  “When you want to change the colors of the blossoms, they just CHANGE, Sigyn.”  Her brow was furrowed and her face had taken an elfin tint.  

Biting my lip, I considered how Frigga would explain it.  I took a deep breath and opened my hand, palm up.  “If you want to change something,” she was focused on my face, not my hand, so I glanced at it and smiled when she rolled her eyes and focused on my palm with a sigh.  “As I was saying, if you wish to change something, you have to focus on not only the thing you wish to change, but also what aspect you want to change about it.”  While I spoke a tiny flower blossomed in the center of my hand, pure white and slowly forming, I waited until it filled my hand.  “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green,” it came fast and I giggled.  “What?”  

“You want me to turn a flower green?” Her eyes locked on mine and she arched an eyebrow with such careful and perfect precision that I was both impressed and jealous.  “It’s just that normally the leaves are green -” I held out my other hand to her.  “Take my hand, please.”  Sylvie took it as easily as she gave her favorite color, without hesitation.  “Ready?” She nodded.  “Alright, focus on the flower AND on the color, put all that focus on into your will and then I’ll help you push it forward, alright?”  

“Will I -” her nose wrinkled as she considered her question.  “Will I be able to FEEL it?”  

“Yes,” at least I hoped she would.  “Ready?”  Another nod and then her eyes left mine to focus on the flower.  “Focus.  And breathe.”  She’d gone so still I wasn’t sure she was inhaling, and passing out wouldn’t get the job done either.  As she focused, I could see it, the color and the flower, as she saw it - the green wasn’t as dark as the leaves or grass we sat on.  It was light, familiar, but - I could feel her trying to push it and I helped her - when she gasped I knew it worked.  “See?”

Her smile was so bright that I felt incredibly powerful for the very first time, powerful and as if perhaps I was worthy of my place in Frigga’s regard AND as Sylvie’s friend.  

My baths weren’t nearly as decadent as they once were, and it wasn’t because Midgard was lacking or even because my small abode was somehow too quaint to offer me the amenities to allow for it.  I couldn’t take a bath that reminded me of home, not when I didn’t need help remembering the slightest hint of my life before.  There would be no lavender or chamomile added, no mint or -  I could be brought low by a whiff of any of the ingredients that combined to make the unique scent that told me my husband was close by, not when he was so far out of my reach.  

I made due with honeysuckle and rose scents, sweet and light with no threat of tugging me back into my past - with no reminder of my failures. 

Soaking and relaxing, I wondered where Sylvie had gone.  I’d touched her, so she had to be real.  Witch or not, I couldn’t manifest a completely imaginary being from thin air.  She’d always pulled a small pad, not far removed from the cell phones that everyone here seemed so attached to, and then she’d walk through a sort of door before anyone could see her.  

She wouldn’t entertain any questions about where she went, only assuring me that she was Agardian - a fact I knew to be true given her garments and well - she just WAS.  And she felt so familiar to me, as if I was supposed to know her.  

Where was she now?  Had she met some terrible fate or had she learned all she could from me and found the path to whatever she was trying to find?  

Going to bed was still something of a game of chance.  

I could fall into a dream that would give me memories of a better time - loving Loki, playing and teasing - or simply reading while we sat together, finding contentment in just being with one another.  

Or I could be tortured by what came later - when we stopped seeing each other and communicating the same way - or even more terrible, another visit to his prison, where he’d see the wraith that I had to assume the cell was magicked for him to see me as should I somehow find my way through to him.  Impotent to get past his pain and guilt at a suicide that didn’t happen, he wouldn’t HEAR me, not when his eyes were seeing the nightmare they were forced to see - a form of torture devised to make such visits unbearable for both of us.  

Reading delayed the inevitable, but with the amount of time I spent on the laptop and my bath, it didn’t quite delay it long enough.  The lamp was off, and as I drifted to sleep I hoped that perhaps I wouldn’t have to see the bad, that I could force only the good to surface.  

Loki drenched and wearing an outfit that I’d never seen him in - surrounded by, were they soldiers - outside in a terrible storm.  Tall and even in the heart of what appeared to be a storm of epic proportions, he looked unfazed.  Inside a building, and with a flick of his head he was dry as a bone, hands in his pockets and so sure that I could have giggled.  

“What the hell was that?” A large woman, looking vaguely unnerved by his quick dry trick asked.

“That was me, using magic to dry my clothes.” Looking like he was bleeding patience, I felt rather proud of him.  “So I don’t announce myself with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you.” 

Who were these people? Why was my husband with them?  I watched as they discussed things that made no sense, words that I understood the meaning of, but not the context in which they were being used.  Variant, prune, and on and on.  I watched the scenes unfold, working to make sense of them -

Were these people being possessed?  Loki talking to someone as Loki? Confusion reigned as he fought a man, then the woman soldier, then on and on and on.  But then, as I felt like I was losing the threads and completely baffled, SHE arrived.  Taller, older, with shorter, lighter hair, but her eyes were the same - Sylvie?  

“This isn’t about you.” She was looking at Loki - and I had a feeling he wasn’t MY Loki - but it felt like she was staring at me.  

Then she stepped through the glowing doorway, just like she had when we were children - she disappeared and Loki -this version anyway - took a look behind him at the people he’d arrived at this stormy place and followed her through. 

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[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Perfect Strangers-Loki Laufeyson Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: some fluff, mentions of bullying, pretty long in length 

    Y/N Y/L/N was having another bad night, but this night was considerably worse than the others. Her entire eleven-year-old body was shaking uncontrollably, convulsing as though she had been possessed by a demon. Usually, she was able to close her eyes and focus on the darkness to calm herself down, but the events of that day had triggered her shaking. She could still hear their laughing and feel the weight of her own shame at her naivety.

   How could you be so stupid?

   “Stop,” Y/N whispered. “Just s-stop.”

   Her parents were fast asleep every time she had a bad night and this night was no different. Even if they were awake, they would only take her to another doctor who would tell them that there was nothing they could do about their daughter’s condition. Part of Y/N was thankful that they were fast asleep but the other part was depressed that no one could help her. 

    Suddenly, Y/N’s eyes snapped wide open and all she saw was a blinding light. It felt as though she was launching through space and time itself though she was positive she had not moved an inch from her bed. Then, just as suddenly as she saw that white light, it disappeared, and she was standing in a massive library. The bookcases reached the fifty foot ceiling and were packed with ancient-looking books that were either red, green, blue, or gray. The bookcases themselves were made of a strange wood that Y/N had never seen before. As she slowly crept across the ornate floor of the library, she had an eerie feeling that she wasn’t in Chicago anymore—-heck, maybe she wasn’t even in America.

    Y/N glanced around, feeling nervous and as though if someone came into the library, she would get in an awful lot of trouble. She rounded a corner of a bookcase when she caught a glimpse of someone. She gasped, retreated into the aisle before nervously peaking her head out. A few feet away, a pale boy with shoulder-length black hair was sitting in a gorgeous cerulean blue chair. He was wearing strange green and gold clothes that looked like something out of a Star Wars movie. His eyes were glued to the book in his hands and it was a rather large book.

     “If you are going to try to surprise me, Thor, you might as well give up now,” he said in a bored tone that was also layered with a bit of mischief.

     Y/N silently panicked as she realized that the boy knew that she was there. She started to retreat further when she guessed that it was no use if the boy knew she was there anyway. Besides, would a boy around her age wouldn’t get her in trouble, right? 

    But they’ve caused me trouble in other ways,she thought bitterly.

    Y/N slowly walked out of the aisle and stood with her arms at her sides. “It’s not Thor.”

    The boy immediately looked up from his book and seemed surprised at Y/N. “Who are you? Why are you dressed that way? Are you from a different realm?”

    “My name is Y/N and I’m just as confused as you are.” She took a hesitant step towards him. “What is this place?”

    “Y/N,” the boy repeated. “It sounds foreign.” 

    He set his book down and walked over to Y/N. She immediately felt herself shrinking away and silently chastised herself for it. The boy was taller than her by a couple of inches, but his quiet confidence made him seem like a giant.

    “Well, Y/N, you are in Asgard, the palace to be exact,” he said. “And I am Loki, son of Odin, the king of Asgard.” 

    “Asgard? I’ve never heard of it.”

     Loki raised his eyebrows in surprised. “Like I thought, you must be from another realm. How did you get here?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Well, that’s just perfect. You obviously got here some way.”

    “And I just told you I don’t know what that way is.” Y/N was beginning to feel annoyed and she did not like the way Loki was looking at her. “Look, all I know is I was lying in bed one minute and the next, I was here.”

   Loki nodded. “Interesting. Where are you from?”

   “Chicago.”

   “What realm is that in?”

   “I don’t know? Illinois, the US, Earth?”

   Loki’s face filled with an expression of realization. “Ah, a Midgardian.” 

   “Huh?”

   “That’s the realm you are from, Midgard and this is Asgard.”    “Okay, how do I go back home?”

   Just saying “home” made Y/N cringed a little bit because that was where everything had gone so horribly wrong. This action didn’t slip past Loki, who immediately felt concerned for her.

    “Why did you make that face?” Loki asked.

    “Nothing, it’s just…something bad happened there and I don’t…I don’t know if—”

    “If you want to go back.” Loki nodded thoughtfully, turned on his heel, and walked back to the sitting area. “You can tell me if you want, Y/N.”

    “But, I don’t know you.”

    “That makes it even more perfect. You will never see me again so even if the worst possible thing happened to you, I would never be able to hold it over you, or mock you for it,” Loki said, as he reclined in his original seat.

    The dark-haired boy did make a good point. If he made fun of her, Y/N would get a little upset since the wound was pretty fresh, but her classmates would be able to remind her about it for years to come. Plus, there was something trustworthy about Loki and she felt more relaxed around him. Y/N took a deep breath before joining him and sitting in the seat across from him.

     Y/N twiddled her thumbs and kept her eyes glued to them as she spoke. “I used to like this boy, Max, since we were little. He’s gorgeous, good at everything, and all the girls loved him and he never paid me any attention—-which I understood because I’m just a weird nerd. Today, I got a letter in my locker from Max asking me out and it told me that if I said yes, to go over to him at lunch and tell him so. I was super excited because I thought my dreams were coming true, but my best friend, Y/B/F/N, thought I should think about it but I thought they were just jealous.” Y/N sighed. “When lunch came around, I proudly walked up to his table with all the other jocks and popular girls and told him that I would love to go out with him. He looked at me as though I had three heads, burst out laughing, and said that he would never be caught dead with someone like me. Then, his whole table burst out laughing and so did the rest of the cafeteria.”

     Her body began to shake as she remembered the looks on everyone’s faces and allowed it to mingle with her current anger, frustration, and embarrassment. Then, she felt a cold hand on her wrist that made the shaking subside. She looked up and saw Loki kneeling in front of her, a sincere look in his eyes and his mouth pressed in a straight line.

    “Someone tricked you,” he said.

    “Alicia, the captain of the volleyball team. She’s always hated me and I should’ve known that she would’ve pulled something like this. I was stupid for thinking that the most popular guy in school would like me anyway.” Tears burned in Y/N’s eyes but she refused to let them fall.

    “Tricks are supposed to be fun, they shouldn’t hurt anyone like they hurt you. They will pay for what they have done, Y/N. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day, they will pay,” Loki said.

    The way he spoke, it sounded as though Loki had some sort of wrong done to him. Y/N guessed that by his passionate tone and sincere expression that he at one point did experience something like she had. Maybe it was that Thor character he’d mentioned earlier.

    “Maybe. Thanks for listening, anyway.”

    “Anytime, Y/N. Now, about you getting home, usually, I would say that you should go by way of the Bifrost, but it’s far too late for us to go there now. I think that it’s best for you to return home the same way you got here.”

    “But I’m not even sure how I got here.”

     Loki let go of Y/N’s wrist but continued leaning towards her. “I’ve read about Midgardians like you before, gifted people who can travel large distances with little to no effort. From what the books have said, I can assume that you’ve been holding yourself back, Y/N, and this is only a taste of what you’re capable of.”

     Y/N smiled a little at Loki’s words. “You’re really smart.”

     “I’ve heard.” Y/N thought she saw Loki’s cheeks tinge red. 

     “Did those books mention how ‘Midgardians like me’ go back home?”

     “You just need to relax, imagine the place you want to go to, and allow your power to build.”

      Y/N nodded and closed her eyes, picturing the tailored lawn outside of her apartment in Chicago. She thought of the screaming L as it ran past as well as Ariel and Jared Perkins arguing in front of their building. Slowly, her body began to tremble and she felt herself stiffen.

      “It’s alright, you’re all right,” Loki whispered.

      Though his voice was calm, Loki was a bit sad since even in the short time he knew Y/N, he liked her and wished that she could stay in Asgard. Y/N relaxed, allowing energy inside of her to rise within her, and saw a flash of light. She felt herself launching into space until she landed on her bed. She sat up, taking note of the J 14 posters plastered on her wall as well as the giant teddy bear that was always at the foot of her bed. She was home and felt pretty relieved, except for the fact that she knew that she would never see Loki again even though she hoped she would.

       Fifteen years later, Y/N was standing in the main control room of the SHIELD helicarrier with her fellow SHIELD agents, impatiently waiting for the Avengers to bring in Loki Laufeyson, Thor’s younger brother. He had wreaked havoc in Germany and took over the minds of several SHIELD agents, including Hawkeye. Therefore, Y/N was a little too excited that they had apprehended such a powerful Norse god on their first outing as a team not only because Loki had been up to no good but because she had never been able to forget the raven haired boy she met. For years, Y/N continued feeling a bit of affection for the mischievous god until he tried to take control of Earth. Immediately, Y/N was upset and couldn’t believe that she had once befriended such an evil person. She wanted to look him in the eye and demand to know just why he did what he did. It couldn’t be solely for power, there had to be another underlying motive.

      Finally, the doors to the helicarrier opened and Captain America, Iron Man, Black Widow, the Hulk—in Bruce Banner form, and Thor walked in, the latter pulling a handcuffed Loki in tow. A crop of SHIELD agents had brought Clint and the men who’d also been under Loki’s control in about ten minutes before the Avengers came in with Loki. The god of mischief seemed rather pleased with himself as he eyed the SHIELD agents that stood in line with Y/N. When he saw Y/N, he paused, and stared at her even longer. There was a mix of surprise and devilishness in his eyes as Thor continued leading him over to the elevator that would take them to the prison area. Steve paused in front of the agents with Tony, Bruce, Natasha, and Fury.

    “Well, you did a good job out there, team,” Fury said. “There were no casualties and minimal damage in the extraction.”

   “Thank you, Fury,” Steve said.

    Fury nodded. “You’re dismissed. Agent Y/L/N, you’ll be joining us in the conference room.”

   “Yes, Sir.”

    Because of her powers, Y/N was considered a supporting member of the Avengers. Even though they had just formed, Fury thought that Y/N’s ability to travel between dimensions and simply transport herself to wherever she pleased would be useful. 

   Y/N trailed behind the rest of the Avengers as they walked to the conference room where a large TV screen showed a live broadcast of the prison area. Thor stood in front of the chamber that was made for Loki. It was made of some sort of chemical that Loki’s powers couldn’t penetrate and someone had to press a button in order for him to be released.

   Loki looked extremely smug as he stared down at his brother. “Look at us, together again, brother.”

   “We are not together, Loki. Why do you insist on tormenting the Midgardians and trying to rule Midgard?” Thor demanded.

   “As I said, Thor, they were made to be ruled.”

    His sickly smooth voice made goosebumps erupt all over Y/N’s body and she was glad her uniform covered her so well. She tried to remind herself of all the harm he had just done to her own realm to snap herself out of it.

   “We are to live in peace with them and the rest of the Nine Realms.” It was obvious Thor was becoming upset, which made Y/N nervous. “What do you want with the Tesseract, Loki? Tell me!”

    Loki smirked and walked as close to his brother as his bonds would allow him. “I will only speak to Y/N Y/L/N.”

    Thor’s expression went blank and Y/N could feel the mood in the conference room shift as well. She was surprised that Loki would want to speak with her and a little upset that he would try to do so as well. He hadn’t tried to reach out to her in years so why would he want to now?

    “Why would he want to speak with you?” Tony asked. “No offense.”

    “None taken,” Y/N said.

    “Why do you wish to speak to her?” Thor asked.

    “You don’t know your little Midgardian friend like I do, brother. The more time you waste trying to question me, the less time I have to speak to her.”

    Y/N gulped and looked at Fury. “Sir?”

    “Go down there, right now, Agent Y/L/N.”

    “Are you sure?” she asked.

    “Positive.”

     Y/N stood, feeling a bit numb, and moved as quickly as she could towards the nearest elevator. It moved far too quickly for her liking and she was on the prison level before she knew it. The door opened to tension so thick that someone could cut it and Y/N wished someone would. Thor turned to her as soon as the doors opened and met her in the middle of the room.

     “What is going on, Y/N?” Thor asked.

     “I…I don’t really know, Thor.”

     “You should leave us, brother, I can’t harm the girl from here,” Loki called.

     Thor shot a glare in Loki’s direction before looking down at Y/N. “I will be here immediately if you need me.”

    “Okay.” She pat Thor on one of his large muscular arms as he walked past her. When Thor was gone, she slowly walked over to Loki, hating the way he stared at her as she did.

    “It is so good to see you again, Y/N,” Loki said. 

    “I wish I could say the same.” 

    “Is that anyway to greet an old friend?” Loki teased.

    “We are hardly old friends,” Y/N hissed.

    Loki arched an eyebrow in surprise but maintained that stupid I-know-everything-and-have-tricks-up-my-sleeve expression on his face. “I must say, that hurts a little, Y/N.”      Even though the rest of the Avengers and Fury were not in the room, she could feel their eyes boring down the back of her neck, judging her and questioning exactly how Y/N was connected the Norse god. Y/N swallowed thickly and tipped her chin up a bit.

     “Enough talk about the past, let’s talk about the present: what do you want with the Tesseract?”

     “It should be obvious, especially to you, Y/N.” 

     Y/N felt a distinct twinge in the pit of her stomach at his talking down to her. “I know that you want to take over Earth but exactly how was the Tesseract going to help you do that? You’re a god with several abilities but the Tesseract gives you some sort of advantage or you wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble to steal it.”

     Loki looked slightly impressed with Y/N’s analysis and even said as much. “Good job, you must make Nick Fury proud to have you as an agent. How exactly did you end up working for him and with my brother?” 

     “I am not the one being questioned here, you are, and you still haven’t answered me.”

      “The advantages of the Tesseract are far too many and too powerful for a Midgardian to understand, even you, so explaining to you its exact purpose in my plan would be pointless.” He smirked. “Your turn.”

       Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding that if she was going to get anywhere with him, she would have to comply with his wishes. “Fury recruited me out of college because I can teleport and travel between dimensions. I didn’t meet your brother until after your attack in New Mexico.”

       “Are you his friend now?”

       Loki seemed to spit the question at Y/N and it made her flinch a little. 

       “Yes, we’re close now.”

        Loki laughed humorlessly. “Of course, you are. Everyone who meets Thor turns out to be enraptured by him but no one can see who he truly is.”

       “Except you?”

       “That’s right, and you probably think I am a horrible person for everything I’ve done because of what he’s told you.”

        “No, I think you are a horrible person because of what you have done! Don’t act as though my friendship with Thor somehow betrays you when I haven’t seen you for fifteen years! If anything, Thor says that he misses you and wants an actual relationship with you but you aren’t letting that happen. You got yourself here so take some responsibility for it!”

         It wasn’t until Y/N calmed down that she realized the gravity of her words. Loki looked shocked that Y/N raised her voice at him and she was surprised a bit herself. However, Y/N didn’t really care because she had said the truth.

        “Have fun rotting down here,” she hissed before turning on her heel and marching into the elevator.

         When she got to the main floor, Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, and Natasha were waiting for her, all of them looked a mixture of upset and confused.

         “Lady Y/N, please explain how you know my brother,” Thor said. 

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Giftless

TITLE: Giftless CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 43/50

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

You woke to Loki lifting you from the couch and you stirred in his arms. “How was catching up with your dad?” you asked him softly, not truly awake, but awake enough to remember why you had been waiting up for him, even though you had failed at actually staying awake.

It was the thought that mattered.

“It was wonderful,” he replied with the brightest smile you could remember ever seeing on his face. He was so lit up that his father had finally given him some attention.

“I’m glad,” you told him sleepily, your voice a soft purr.

“You should not have waited up for me,” he scolded, but he was gentle and teasing, and was actually touched that you had. He tried to sound stern, but it came out lovingly exasperated.

“Didn’t. Fell asleep on the couch,” you reminded him. 

He chuckled. “Bedtime, darling. We have nothing but big days for the rest of the week,” he reminded you . He settled you in the bed and joined you a minute later. He was surprised that you instantly curled up with him. Usually cuddling for sleeping only came after the nightmares. He didn’t complain, though, and you fell back asleep safely curled in your boyfriend’s arms.

Loki wasn’t lying when he said the rest of the week would be filled with nothing but big days. You barely saw him for the week, as you had to learn how to be a princess in the course of a few short days. Frigga and Sif spent every moment possible prepping you for the ceremony and in princess lessons. It was hard work when you had terrible American posture and no idea how to be a princess.

Suddenly, it was the day of the ceremony. Thor burst into your suite stupidly early, before the sun had even rose. “Thor!” you shrieked, pulling the blankets up to cover yourself, even though you weren’t indecent. Loki sat up and Thor grabbed him before he could look over at you and tossed him over his shoulder.

“Thor, while I’m sure your wife appreciates the view of your derriere, I would much rather see my darling soulbond,” Loki commented dryly, while you giggled at their antics. You didn’t know what was going on, but it was fun.

“Tough luck, Brother. You shall just have to enjoy the view of my posterior instead. My soulbond has told me on numerous occasions that it is a wonderful view. It is tradition to not see your soulbond until the ceremony on the day of. You know this, Brother. It is bad luck,”

“We’re already bound, moron,” Loki replied grumpily.

“Tradition is tradition, Brother,” he somehow maneuvered to set Loki on his feet so Loki was facing away from the bed and couldn’t see you. “I am willing to be generous, this morning, though,” Thor added with a grin. He tied a strip of cloth over Loki’s eyes.

“How is this generous, Brother?” Loki demanded indignantly.

“I will allow your lovely soulbond to kiss you goodbye,” Thor announced, pleased with himself for being so generous.

“Ah, yes, very generous, Brother,” Loki replied sarcastically while you climbed out of the bed. You blushed a little as you was wearing an Asgardian nightdress, which was way more revealing than your normal pajamas. Thor didn’t seem phased, though. Loki turned around and you went over to him and stood on your toes so you could give him a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you  deeply, holding you against him while you wrapped your arms around his neck. You finally let him go when Thor cleared his throat. He grabbed Loki again and threw him back over his shoulder.

“I would hate for you to run into a wall, little brother,” Thor laughed at Loki’s indignant splutters. “Mother and Sif will be here soon to help you get ready, Sister,” Thor warned you before he left with Loki. You pulled a robe on and used magic to straighten the room quickly before curling yourself on the couch in the sittingroom with a book to wait for Frigga and Sif.

“They are perfect for each other,” Sif commented when they walking into the room later. You smiled up at them at set down your book, getting up from the couch at the same time.

“You expected?” you asked her in reply. 

“Nothing less,”

“Dears, we have a lot of work to do before the ceremony,” Frigga reminded you gently. You stopped your laughing and let the day begin. Your hair and makeup were done expertly by the palace staff. It took forever since they did it without magic, but the results were amazing. You was dressed in an elegant blue gown with golden sparkles throughout, looking like stars that were falling into the border of golden sparkles at the bottom of the dress. It was gorgeous and fit you like a glove.

Once all the preparations were made, you went to the antechamber near the throne room. The procession would start from there. Loki was there with Thor already, waiting for you. Loki was blindfolded again and protesting the treatment. You laughed at him when you entered the room. “Thor, you are in charge. Sif and I will take our places,” Frigga told Thor, who gave her a bow.

“Of course, Mother,” he replied formally. Frigga and Sif left you.

“Now may I take this stupid blindfold off?” Loki whined at Thor. Both Brothers were dressed in their finest formal wear and had crowns on their heads.

“No, you may not,” Thor replied pleasantly. He turned to you. “You look beautiful, Sister dear,” he told you warmly. You had the feeling that he just wanted to rile Loki up.

He succeeded.

“I am sure Thor is correct, darling,” Loki finally said after he’d finished grumbling. He reached a hand up to his blindfold, but Thor slapped it back down immediately.

“No tricks, Brother. You shall see her soon. And don’t you even think about vanishing it with magic,” Thor added quickly. Loki huffed, but obeyed. He only did because it was important to his family. Loki tried to come over to kiss you, but Thor held him back by the back of the shirt. 

You couldn’t help giggling at their antics. 

You finally heard the music change. “Come along, Brother, our cue is soon.” You all left the antechamber. That music had indicated that all the guests were in place. You followed them, staying a couple steps behind them so you could wait for your cue. “The doors will open again when it is your cue, Sister,” Thor reminded you.

“Thank you,” you told him, feeling the nerves now that you were standing there. You kept trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t a real wedding. This was too soon in your relationship for a real wedding. It was a ceremony to appease his family, to prove to them that this wasn’t a sham. The feelings were real, even if the soulbond had come from unfortunate circumstances.

/It won’t change anything, darling. I promise you/ Loki told you, reading the emotions of your worry.

/I know. This is still a step we wouldn’t be ready for except that circumstances give us no choice/ you reminded him, expressing your feelings.

/I know, darling, and I wish that you could be spared it, but it was the only way to save you life. Now, we both must face the consequences of you being soulbound to a prince/

The music changed again. Thor removed Loki’s blindfold moments before the doors opened, just enough to allow them to pass through. Loki was extremely well behaved for once and did not look back to catch a glimpse of you. It was against the rules. 

You were jealous of Loki for a moment. He had his brother to walk with him. 

You would have to make the procession alone.

The music changed again and the doors swung open. You steeled yourself, and made the procession down the long aisle of the throne room, focusing on nothing but Loki as you walked, careful not to trip. You tried to ignore the crowd around you as you passed them. Loki’s expression was worth all of this. He was so overjoyed and so in awe of…you.

You were just a little mortal and he was in awe of you.

You couldn’t quite believe it.

You finally made it to your place in front of the throne, facing Loki, just like a human wedding. You tried to force that thought from your mind. This wasn’t a wedding. Odin and Frigga were standing in front of their thrones. Odin made a short speech that you didn’t catch a word of. You were too entranced with everything else that was going on. “It is on this joyous occasion that my youngest son, Prince Loki, would like to make an announcement,” you caught the last words of Odin’s speech. This was the important part.

Loki dropped to one knee and you felt your heart skip a beat. You had to remind yourself again that this wasn’t a real wedding, not a real proposal. It was a ruse, an act to appease his people. When you saw the look in his eyes when he took your left hand in both of his, you knew that was a lie. No matter what he said, this was very real to him. You should have been uncomfortable with that, but he was so insistent that your relationship wouldn’t change, that nothing back home would change, that you weren’t uncomfortable and got swept up in the moment instead.

“Blessed be the name of Odin, my father, and Frigga, his queen.” Loki started the ritual words, speaking them slowly and clearly this time. He didn’t have to rush through them to save your life. “In their names, with their power, and with joy in your heart you make this vow. With their blessing, you give this gift. I choose you, Y/N Kathryn Stark. To stand by your side and sleep in your arms. To guard and cherish, to bring joy to your heart. To learn with you and grow with you. Without your love, I am incomplete. I bind myself to you with these vows, willingly and wholeheartedly, free from doubt or reservation. With love, I will tell you the truth as I understand it. I will honor and respect you. I will rejoice in your joys and weep in your sorrows. I will love and cherish you without cease, without pause, without hesitation for all of our days. You are my equal, my partner, my life. So I give this gift to you and you alone. I share your life and my soul with you. All that is mine is yours, I bind myself now to you, from this moment until the end of all of our days.” He kissed the back of your left hand and the pattern of black and green lines up both of our arms started glowing in response.

There was absolutely no sound in the audience while they waited for your reply. You took a breath and spoke the words you had worked so hard to memorize.  “Blessed be the name of Frigga, queen of Asgard, and of Odin her king. In their names, with their power, and with joy in my heart, I return your vow. With their blessing, I give this gift. I choose you, Prince Loki. To stand by your side and sleep in your arms. To guard and cherish, to bring joy to your heart. To learn with you and grow with you. Without your love, I am incomplete. I bind myself to you with these vows, willingly and wholeheartedly, free from doubt or reservation. With love, I will tell you the truth as I understand it, I will honor and respect you. I will rejoice in your joys and weep in your sorrows. I will love and cherish you without cease, without pause, without hesitation for all of our days. You are my equal, my partner, my life. So I give this gift to you and you alone. I share my life and my soul with you. All that is mine is yours, I bind myself now to you, from this moment until the end of all of our days.” You spoke the words as you had been practicing all week, loudly enough to be heard by all and clearly enough to be understood. You took Loki’s left hand and bowed over it, placing your lips against the back of his cool hand, over the pattern there. The lines of gold and blue magic on your arms glowed in response. The crowd cheered as Loki stood and pulled you into a hug to kiss you deeply.

Frigga stepped forward when Loki finally broke the kiss and you stood side by side in front of her. She held a beautiful silver tiara in her hands. You dipped into a curtsy in front of her when she moved to stand in front of you.  “Welcome to our family, Daughter,” she announced, settling the tiara on your head. “Rise as the newest Princess of Asgard” You rose and turned with Loki to face the crowd who broke into cheers again.

You and Loki led the procession back out of the throne room and straight to the waiting feast. The feast lasted until dawn. At least you could escape the crowd then and return to the safety of your suite before the feast ended.  “You are quite ravishing darling,” he whispered, holding you tightly once we were safely in your suite. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to better kiss him. “I have been wanting to do this all day,” he said between kisses. It was after quite a few kisses that you remembered what you had neglected to remember all day. This was the equivalent of his wedding night. You hadn’t taken that into account, somehow. Loki had kept saying that nothing would change, so you hadn’t even thought about it. You stiffened in his arms and took a step back. “What’s wrong, darling?” he asked, concerned.

You held up a finger to tell him you needed a moment. It would take you a minute to figure out how to explain your concern. He waited patiently, which was impressive given the circumstances. “This is the equivalent of your wedding night,” you started, still unsure of your words. You couldn’t ask the thing you needed to, couldn’t tell him that you was denying him the activity that generally occurred on a wedding night.

“Technically,” he answered, warily. “Kat, I thought you made it clear. Nothing is changing between us, just because we had to survive a ceremony for your family and kingdom. Nothing has to change,” You paid attention to his words since he actually used your name for once. “I would love nothing more than to marry you someday, but that day will be in the future, once we are both ready for it. I’m sorry I had to force the soulbond on you. It was the only way to save your life. I’m not sorry for saving your life, but I’m sorry to have put you in this situation. My previous statement still stands: when we go home, if you want me to leave, to stop courting you, to stand aside, I will. I will go without complaint the instant you ask. I will not force you into a relationship with me. If you want to continue our relationship, we will and we will move at the speed you are comfortable with and not one bit faster,” he told you firmly. He opened his arms to you and you wrapped your arms around his slim waist and let him hold you.

“You’re not…disappointed that we’re not…consummating… your marriage tonight?” you asked him in a small scared voice. He kissed the top of your head.

“Not at all, darling. I would consider myself extremely lucky if you allow me to spend our resting hours with your heartbeat next to mine. I would be perfectly content sleeping on the couch if that is what it took to make you feel safe and comfortable,” 

You looked up at him and smiled, reassured by his honeyed words. “How did I ever deserve you?” you asked him softly. 

He kissed you lightly.  “I ask how I ever deserve you every day,” he replied. “Now let’s get out of these uncomfortable pretty clothes and get some rest. We only have one more day of visiting before we have to go home,” he reminded you. You turned your back to him and moved your hair away from the back of your neck.

“Can you get the tie for me?” you asked him. You couldn’t quite reach it. You knew that since Sif had to tie it for you earlier.

“Of course,” he replied. You felt his cool fingers against your neck as he undid the tie for you.

“Thank you.” You blushed and ducked into the bedroom to find some pajamas, cursing yourself for not just using magic to change clothes. You kept forgetting you had powers sometimes. 

You found your pajamas and curled in the middle of Loki’s giant bed. He joined you a minute later and you finally got to get some sleep, even with the sun shining into the bedroom.

You only slept a few hours as you had a lot of visiting with Loki’s family to do today. You were leaving first thing tomorrow morning. Saying goodbye to everyone was going to be hard, you absolutely loved it on Asgard. You spent the afternoon with Sif and Thor and the evening after dinner with them and Loki’s parents. It was bittersweet when you said goodnight that evening. The goodbyes the next morning were even more difficult, even with Frigga’s reassurances that you could come visit anytime. You and Loki created the portal together that morning and gave everyone one final hug before you walked through it back home.

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Secrets And Mischief, Chapter 4

Victoria had ran all the way back to the maids’ chambers with her dress half on, covering the most important parts… Important parts being the tattoo and piercings.

All the maids rushed to her aid, knowing full well what will have happened. But she managed to shrug them all off so she could get showered and dressed herself without risking them seeing what was on her body.

She couldn’t believe that Loki saw her tattoo and piercings. She felt absolutely mortified and more vulnerable than ever.  

Yet there was also a part of her that was slightly… Aroused. She couldn’t deny the way he made her orgasm had been amazing. She had dreamed and fantasised about that for years. But she never, ever, thought that it would become a reality. Hence why she got the tattoo. Thinking it would be nothing more than a silly crush and fantasy.

Her reasons for not wanting Loki to have sex with her was entirely different to the other maids. She wanted nothing more than to allow the dark Prince take her virginity. But she hadn’t wanted him to see what she had on her body, it was illegal and he was of royalty after all. He could have her hanged for it and knowing Loki’s sick and sadistic side, she wouldn’t put it past him to do so.

Victoria’s crush on Loki had started off as a childhood crush, when she was around 5 years old.

Her parents had been invited to Odin’s birthday ceremony. So they had went along and Victoria went with them…

Victoria became bored while her parents were chatting away to some other people. So she sneaked away from them and managed to get herself lost in the palace as she wondered too far from the main hall.

After turning a corner blindly, she walked right into a very tall person. She looked up and nearly started crying as she recognised it was Prince Loki. Her parents had told her about the royal family and she knew to stay away from Loki, the dark haired one. As he was bad news and her mother had said that he did bad things to women, especially his maids.

So bumping into him, Victoria knew she was in trouble. But to her surprise, he smiled warmly at her and crouched down to her level as she started crying.

‘Hey, little one. What’s the matter? Are you lost?’ The Prince asked softly as he reached out and gently rubbed her arms.

Victoria nodded and sniffled. She felt scared, but for some reason she also was unable to run away, as there was a kindness in his eyes that had her drawn to him and made her feel safe. He wasn’t quite as daunting at her level.

‘No need to be upset. We will easily find your parents... Hey, do you like magic?’ He asked her as he wiped her tears away with his thumb.

Victoria nodded, feeling a little better already.

‘Watch this.’ Loki smiled.

He put his hand out, palm up, and had a green haze rise up from his hand. It turned into a horse and galloped around Victoria’s head. It stopped on front of her, reared up and whinnied before disappearing into a haze of green again.

‘Wowwww!’ Victoria said in amazement, in awe at what the Prince did.

‘Glad you like it. Let’s go find your parents.’ Loki winked at the little girl and stood up.

He put his hand out for her to take and she did without a second thought. His large hand wrapped around her tiny one and he led her back towards the ceremony hall. He had to slow his pace down so that she was able to keep up with his large strides.

‘What is your name?’ Loki asked.

‘Vic.’ She answered him with a smile.

‘Is that short for Victoria?’ Loki asked.

‘Yes, it is. But that sounds so old.’ Victoria said as she scrunched her nose up, making Loki laugh.

‘Is that what your parents call you when you’re in trouble?’

‘Yes, it is.’ Victoria said as she continued to walk along happily next to him.

‘That’s why I’m glad I have a short name. It can’t be shortened.’ Loki chuckled.

‘It could be. Loks.’ Victoria giggled.

‘That’s not any shorter. But I’ll let you call me that if you want.’ Loki laughed and playfully nudged the young child, making her laugh again.

As they reached nearer the hall, her parent came running down the corridor, calling out for her.

‘Victoria!’ Her mother screeched as she saw her with Loki.

‘Mummy!’ Victoria said as she let go of Loki’s hand and ran to her mother.

‘Don’t ever run away like that again.’ She chastised her as she lifted her up into her arms.

‘Thank you, my Prince. I’m sorry if she was a bother.’ Her mother said nervously as she quickly walked away, not giving Loki a chance to respond.

Victoria looked over her mother’s shoulder and waved at Loki as she was carried away. He waved back at her as the small green horse ran around his head, making Victoria smile again.

‘What have I told you about him? Huh?’ Her mother said as she thought she was out of earshot from Loki.

‘Loks is nice.’ Victoria said.

‘Loks? Never call him that. Ever. Don’t ever speak to him again. He is pure evil, he will only hurt you.’ Her mother scolded her.

Unknown to Victoria and her mother, Loki had heard the whole thing.

Ever since that first meeting, she had been hooked on him. As she grew older, her mother continued to warn her of Loki. But Victoria had become obsessed with the dark Prince. She had seen an act of kindness that no one else ever saw. All she heard was bad, sadistic stories about Loki.

There had only been two other times that she saw him in person. She was 9 and had been out walking around the edge of the lake that was just outside of the city. She spied Loki with his large black stallion in the lake.

He was swimming with the horse and Victoria could see his naked chest. He looked like a sculptor and she found it difficult to take her eyes off of him as she hid behind a tree. Unsure on what the desire was that was growing inside of her. But she knew one thing and that was that Loki was beautiful.

She admired the way he was interacting with the horse. He was laughing, carefree and the horse seemed to love his master as he followed him trustingly around the lake. Loki stopped every so often to stroke the stallion’s muzzle, even giving him a kiss between his eyes before he mounted the horse and rode out of the lake.

The last time she saw him was when he had been away to fight in a war with Thor and Odin. She was 13 by that point. On their return to the city, everyone had gathered around to see them. She had managed to get right to the front of the crowd to cheer them on.

Again, he looked magnificent on his horse. He was wearing his full armour, cape and helmet too. She felt a tingling between her legs and felt giddy as he had glanced at her briefly, making her heart beat quicken. Those piercing green eyes that looked at her, visited her in many of her dreams since then. But they weren’t anything compared to the real thing.

Even with all the tales about Loki, she still fantasised about him. She found herself jealous over all the maids that worked in the palace. She thought she was sick and twisted to be fantasising about such things, being taken by force by the handsome Prince. But he was all that she could ever think about.

That’s why she went ahead and got a tattoo, it made her feel like he owned her in a way. And the piercings were something she had always wanted anyway. So she decided to get his colours, because why not?

But now, she was regretting those choices. She had no idea that she would ever become a maid in the palace. And now she had no doubt in her mind that he would sentence her to death. She wasn’t a 5 year old child anymore like she had been when he first interacted with her in such a kind manner.

She had been naive as a child. As a young adult, she knew Loki was powerful, dangerous and terrifying. Yet... She still found him attractive. 

Once Loki got over his initial shock, he had to go and whack one out as he had so much pent up sexual frustration. He was also frustrated with himself for just letting her go like that. He should have stopped her.

He was both aroused and stunned at the revelation. He couldn’t work out why on Asgard she would have a tattoo dedicated to him. He knew the colour of the piercings weren’t an accident either after seeing the tattoo.

If she liked him so much, he couldn’t understand why she put up a fight in the beginning and kept running from him. Surely she would want to have sex with him if she was infatuated with him.

‘Urgh.’ Loki grunted as he fell into bed for the night. He would have to wait until morning and speak to her then.

Victoria didn’t sleep well through the night. Every time she heard a noise she thought it was someone coming to get her, to take her to see Odin for her crimes. But, nobody came for her. Even when it was morning and everyone was bustling around, still no one came.

However, it was the god of mischief after all that she was thinking about. Knowing him, he would probably drag it out. Make her think she was getting away with it, then when she was least expecting it he would summon her to her death.

‘Are you ok, Vic?’ Freyja asked.

‘Yeah… Just preparing myself to go clean Loki’s chambers.’ Victoria said anxiously as she tied her hair up in a bun.

‘Did he… Did he get you yesterday?’ Freyja asked.

‘Nearly.’ She said quietly.

‘What do you mean?’ She asked.

‘I’d rather not talk about it.’ Victoria said as she grabbed her cleaning things.

‘You know I’m here to speak to if you need me.’ Freyja said pitifully.

‘Yes. Thank you.’ Victoria forced on a smile for her.

Victoria took in a deep breath and held it as she knocked on Loki’s chambers doors. When there was no answer, she wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not.

On the one hand it meant that she wouldn’t have to deal with seeing him, or feeling embarrassed about what happened. But on the other hand, she wouldn’t know what was actually going to happen. In a way, she would rather just get it over and done with, especially if she was going to be trialed for it.

She pushed open the door and slowly stepped in. His chambers seemed just the same as it was last night. Although the bed had been slept in as the blanket was all over the place. But there wasn’t any sign of Loki.

Letting out a relieved sigh, she put her cleaning stuff down by her feet.

‘You have some explaining to do, little dove.’ Loki said suddenly, right behind her.

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