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Loki x Jotun!Reader

Chapter One

Y/N L/N is a child of a Jotun and an Asgardian. She spent the beginning of her life hidden in the dungeons of Asgard, with no one to talk to other than one of the princes- a man who seems completely incapable of leaving her alone and entirely unable to give up on helping her. Y/N and Loki Odinson have always been inseparable, it seems- even when there is a cell wall, or a village, or an entire kingdom between them.

Even when he disappears, even when you run away, and even when his world falls apart; you are inseparable.

Welcome to this series I’m writing!! It will likely be fairly short. 4-5 chapters, probably. I just really wanted to write something where the reader is Jotun, and.. yeah!

P.S.: You and Loki are about 10-12 in this part.

You are going to be okay, and nothing can stop that from being so. Not the princes. Not the armies. Not the guards or the walls or the bars that hold you in. Not the ice in your blood or the dark in your eyes. You are safe. You will always be safe.

“This one’s barely my age,” says a loud but sincere voice from outside as the blonde-headed eldest prince of the kingdom you’re doomed to living in stops to stare inside your cell. “Who is that, father? Is she a murderer? Is she Kree?”

The princes are visiting. They did this once last year. They didn’t notice you at that time. They were too enveloped in the larger, more intimidating monsters. The boy who spoke wears red and gold and a large smile, completely oblivious to anything you might be feeling. His excitement isn’t contagious, and rather it makes you feel a bit worse.

“No, stupid, she’s Jotun,” says another youthful voice, this one tinted with annoyance as it responds to the first. A raven-haired boy walks to his brother’s side, staring at you with equal intensity. He’s wearing green and silver. No smile, but he’s curious. He stares you down like a child tapping on the glass of a fishbowl.

You don’t allow them the satisfaction of your attention, shifting from the place where you sit so that your hair, long from the years you’ve been held here, falls like a curtain between you and them, shielding your face.

“She’s so young,” the youngest speaks. “How could she have done something so bad as to end up here?”

“Well, if she’s from Jotunheim…” The eldest suggests, and you burrow into yourself, hugging your legs to your chest and closing your eyes.

“Thor, she was probably born here. There’s no possible way she could have…” Then his voice dies down. “She looks… frightened.”

And at that, you look up at him, your hair falling from your face. The yellow film between you ripples when you make eye contact as if you might have moved it yourself.

Only as frightened as you are, your eyes say to him, daring him to speak again.

The youngest prince seems taken aback by the fact that you dared look at him, but he recovers, straightening his spine as his father sweeps up behind. The prince’s ocean-filled eyes roam over your tattered attire, then linger on your face, searching for something you probably can’t give him.

“This is Y/N,” Odin says, speaking your name like poison as he looks to you. You don’t take your eyes off the smallest boy, ignoring the tone in the Allfather’s voice. “She is one of the many Jotun-Asgardian hybrids we were unable to return to the realm after the conflict years ago. Y/N’s father made advances on one of the handmaidens that served the prisoners of war. She was born months later, and her mother died in labor.” This story- the story of your beginning, should probably make you cry, but you’ve become immune to it. Instead, you continue to look at the young boy, taking a look at who is probably the only person to ever call you anything but a monster.

The youngest son looks quickly away from you, up at his father. “Why is she in the prisons? She did nothing wrong.”

“For once, I agree with Loki!” The eldest exclaimed, frowning. “She did no wrong. Her father did!”

Odin seems about ready to roll his eyes. “We tried to raise her like any other child, but the abilities in her blood made her dangerous.” You look away, feeling the sudden urge to crawl farther into your cell. “She lost control and became sadistic, impulsive.” That’s not fair. It wasn’t on purpose. You didn’t mean to hurt them. Why does everyone always think that? “The Jotun in her blood overpowered the Asgardian.”

“Ohhh,” the eldest hums in realization, nodding. “So, her power made her evil! You had to lock her up to save us!”

“Precisely.” And Odin pats him on the back, pushing him along. “Alright, let’s continue. Loki?”

Loki has his eyes back on you, moving closer to the barrier. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you in a moment.”

Odin seems ready to protest but then decides against it. “Alright. Don’t be long, Loki.”

It gets quiet. You wait a moment before returning his stare, looking silently into his round, blue eyes.

“Did you really hurt people?” he asks you, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. “How could someone so small be such a monster?”

I’m not a monster, you almost say. Instead, you bow your head. “Not on purpose,” you whisper so faintly you’re not even sure you said it yourself. The sound of your voice surprises you. It almost scares you. Loki presses closer, taking a seat in front of the barrier.

“What did you say?” he asks, tilting his head.

“I didn’t mean to,” you say, slightly louder. He catches your voice this time, and his eyes go a bit wide for some reason. You shrink back under his gaze. “They wouldn’t stop touching me.”

He stares at you for a long while. Then he purses his lips. “What happens when people touch you?”

You look away from his beautiful eyes. You consider letting him leave you without knowing. You consider sparing the only person you’ve spoken to since you’ve been locked up here the details of why you’re so absolutely awful… but something tells you it would be wrong to keep it from him.

You silently reach over to the singular table in your cell, touching your hand to the leg. Ice stems across the wood, cracking and splintering until the table collapses, falling with a loud thud onto the cool, white floor.

Then you draw your hand back, force your eyes away from the ice, and bite your lip.

“You can freeze things?!” He’s excited instead of scared, and it surprises you so much that you straighten your back, feeling your start to beat a bit faster. “Like magic? That’s amazing!”

“I can’t control it,” you whisper again, but this time he hears you.

“That’s how it always begins! When my mother taught me how to shape-shift, I couldn’t turn into anything but bugs at the beginning. One time, I turned into a beetle and couldn’t turn back for two whole days!” You look away from the table, back at him. His eyes are alight with mischief, with energy. “But just last year I turned into a snake and tricked my brother into thinking it was real! You just need to be conditioned. You need time.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “I can get my mother to help you! She’s a brilliant magician. She could help you much more than I can.”

You don’t respond to him this time, and your face falls. He notices.

“Are you alright?”

You shake your head. “She will be frightened,” you say. “Just like all the others.”

“No, she’s different. She’ll…” he trails off. You see his face fill with doubt, and then he sighs, shaking his head. “Alright, maybe so. But I can-”

“Loki!” shouts Odin from down the hall, and Loki stands up, eyes following the noise. He pauses.

“Y/N?” your name falls from his lips like a foreign language. “That’s your name, right?”

He takes your silence as a yes.

“I don’t think you’re a monster,” he says. He waits for you to look at him, and then he smiles. And he’s beautiful. And you smile back, but not in the fake way.

Then he leaves, and you go back to talking to yourself in your head, his words joining the silent wishes you’ve already collected.

You are not a monster.

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