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vbecker10 · 1 year

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Moving Day

Pairing: Loki x female reader (established relationship)

Warnings: kind of smutty (haha as close as I've gotten at least so don't get mad at me), fluff, brothers being brothers, forced brotherly bonding, annoying friends, nothing bad really... should be a fun one I hope (except for the ending possibly lol... there had to be angst somewhere)

Summary: You and Loki have been together for over a year and you are excited to be moving from your small, SHIELD agent quarters in the Tower to his much larger apartment on the Avenger's floor. Loki is looking forward to spending the day alone with you but you've decided to use the downtime between missions as an opportunity to force him and Thor to spend some 'quality time' together. After a few unexpected helpers drop by, you are finally able to get started moving your things into your new place while the two Asgardians bond (hopefully).

A/N: I was reading through some of my longer fic, Shadows of the Past, and I thought this chapter would be a fun little oneshot. I reworked it so you don't need to know anything else about the story to read it (and there is an additional character who isn't in the other version). If you do like it though... it is chapter 42 and the link to the rest of the fic is here Shadows of the Past (work in progress)

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

Loki walks into your bedroom and places a few empty boxes on the ground by the door but you don't notice him. You're facing the bed when he quietly comes up behind you, putting his arms around your waist as he gently rests his chest against your back. His touch breaks into your wandering thoughts and you place your hands over his.

"So... what are you thinking about, darling?" he asks, kissing the side of your neck softly and you relax into him.

You think for a moment before you answer, knowing Loki might worry if you tell him the truth but you've never been able to lie to him. You can't help but let a soft moan escape you when you realize he isn't waiting for an answer, he came into your room with a very different agenda in mind. His lips continue to travel up and down your neck slowly, making sure he doesn't miss a single inch of skin while one of his hands begins to slide up from your waist. You forget he had even asked you a question as you lean back against his chest and close your eyes.

His lips move to the base of your neck and you abruptly turn to face him just as his hand stats to massage your breast over your t-shirt. Wrapping your arms around his neck loosely, his hands settle on your lower back, keeping you close to him.

"You can't ask me a question and then do things like that," you giggle as you look up at him.

"Why not?" he asks with an innocent expression and when you roll your eyes he presses his lips to yours. You give into his kiss as his tongue moves against yours. You feel him smile when you run your fingers up and down his back. He bites your bottom lip lightly before releasing your lips and you look up at him.

"See... now I have no idea what you asked me," you tell him honestly with a smile.

"What were you thinking about?" he asks again.

"Oh," you say and he loosens his hold of you slightly. "Nothing, it's stupid," you tell him with a shrug but you can tell by the look he gives you that he isn't going to accept that answer.

"I just..." you try to find the right words. "I mean, this is the first place I've ever had that was just mine. I know I don't own it and it's just the standard SHIELD housing all the other agents get too but... it's still my first place." You look around the room briefly then back up at Loki, his smile missing from his lips.

"Are you rethinking moving in with me?" he asks quietly.

"No! No, of course not," you tell him, touching his check softly and he nods. Even after two years you could tell he worried you would betray him or leave him like he thought everyone else in his life has done. "You know I couldn't be more excited to live with you right?" you ask and he nods again but this time his smile returns. "Is just that this is a big change for me. I moved in here right after I graduated from college so I guess I'm going to miss it a bit... I have so many great memories here, with my friends and with you," you tell him, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

"Speaking on fond memories here," he starts, "Do you know what my favorite memory in this apartment is?" he asks you and shake your head, unsure of whether his answer will be about one of the numerous times the two of you made love in the various rooms or if it will be genuinely sweet. "When you were trying to teach me how to make pasta and you 'accidentally' admitted you had a crush on me."

You laugh and playfully hit him in the chest, "You tricked me into telling you that."

He pretends to be offended and says, "I didn't trick you. I simply asked a serious of very well thought out questions. How was I to know it would actually work?"

"Mmhmm," you hum in response, crossing your arms but still letting him hold you loosely. "You know... you could have at least told me you liked me too. Did you really need to wait almost a week to ask me out afterwards? I nearly died of embarrassment."

He smiles but doesn't answer, you sigh mildly annoyed at the fact that he will probably never explain to you what took him so long. Instead, he closes the small space that had slowly grown between the two of you and you uncross your arms as he leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back, running your fingers through his long curls. His fingers grip your hips tightly and he picks you up suddenly causing you to gasp in surprise but he keeps his lips sealed to yours, kissing you deeply. You wrap your legs around him, one arm still around his neck while you pull his hair with your other hand and he bites your lip in response. Loki moves to the foot of the bed and drops you carefully onto your back. He looks down at you with a smile you know means you're not leaving this bed any time soon. Your legs dangle off the edge and you begin to move towards the pillows.

“Where do you think you're going?” he chuckles. He grabs you by your ankles and easily pulls you back to him, you giggle with nervous excitement. Loki kneels on the edge of the bed then he positions himself on top of you. His lips quickly find yours again as you feel his body press you into the soft mattress. Your fingers coil through his hair as his kisses trail down your jaw, neck and collar bones. Your back arches to meet his lips as he kisses every inch of skin on your check that is exposed by the deep v neck of your t- shirt. One of his hands is next to your head, gripping the sheet and supporting him, while the other finds the hem of your t-shirt. He slowly slides his hand up your stomach, his fingers causing goosebumps to form as they move under your shirt.

You hear three sharp knocks at the front door to your apartment and your grip on the back of Loki's shirt tightens. "Loki?" you try to get his attention but he presses his hips down against yours and continues to kiss your neck as if he hasn't heard the person waiting at your door. You bite your lip to quiet a moan as Loki slides your shirt higher, his fingers moving steadily upwards.

"Ignore it, love," he whispers and you can't help but nod, his lips barely touching your ear. You forget about your visitor when Loki's lips meet yours again, one of your hands moves down his back to his ass and he chuckles against your mouth when you squeeze his cheek.

Two more loud knocks break your focus from Loki. His lips leave your skin as he sits up, his attention shifting to the one responsible for interrupting his time with you. "Who in the nine realms could that possibly be?" he asks, not expecting you to answer. You look away, avoiding any eye contact with the annoyed God above you. He looks down at you, surprised to see you aren't as upset about being disturbed as he is. "Y/N?" he asks, slowly tilting your face so you are looking directly up at him and you smile nervously.

"I... um... I invited your brother over," you mumble from underneath his large frame.

He looks at you in shock and at the sound of two more knocks, he groans loudly. He drops his head down on the bed next to yours and you stifle a laugh at how cute he looks when he is annoyed.

"Come on," you rub his back lightly and he lifts his head just enough to look at you. "It could be fun," you say hopefully.

He sighs in response, clearly not believing you and if you were being honest, you weren't sure if you believed that either. This had the potential to be a great experience for both of them or a complete and utter disaster.

Loki moves so he is sitting on the edge of the bed, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed tight. You climb off the bed, fixing your hair and adjusting your t-shirt as you stand in front of Loki. He opens his eyes and you lean down to kiss him lightly, a smile begin to creep across his lips and you quickly take a step back. He reaches out, catching you easily around the waist and pulls you back to him.

"Tell him to leave," Loki urges with a smirk as he looks up, one hand remains around your waist while the other strokes your cheek.

He runs his fingers under your chin and brings your lips to his and you feel yourself giving into him once again. With his arm still holding your waist, he lifts you onto his lap and then he tries to pull you with him back onto the bed. You break the kiss and put your hands on his shoulders to separate yourself from him. You smile while shaking your head at his attempt to continue where he left off.

You wanted nothing more in this moment then to tell Thor to go away and let Loki take you on your bed one more time before you move but you had a plan and you needed to stick to it. He would just have to be patient and wait until the move was finished and his brother leaves to continue. A part of you was very excited about the idea that Loki would more be desperate for you all day. That hadn't originally been a part of your plan but it wasn't something you were going to complain about. You knew from past experiences, the more frustrated you made Loki during the day, the longer your night was going to be when he was finally able to have you. You smile to yourself as you think it was a good thing you had taken off from work tomorrow. It was still early but based on the way the day was progressing, you were going to need your rest after tonight.

He groans in defeat, letting go of you as he lays on the bed with his hands over his face. "Don't be so dramatic Mischief," you laugh, taking one of his hands and pulling him to a seated position. "It wouldn't kill you to be nice to your brother for a few hours."

"No, but I might very well kill him," he suggests and you sigh as you leave your bedroom, checking over your shoulder to make sure he is following you. You walk quickly through the living room as Thor knocks again. You had to give it to him, the God of Thunder was persistent.

“Hey Thor, sorry about that. We didn't hear you knocking. Come on in,” you say with a welcoming smile.

"Ah, I will have to remember to knock louder next time,” he replies.

"Wonderful," Loki says sarcastically as he leans on the wall next to the couch, his arms crossed tightly.

You ignore Loki's mood and so does his older brother. "Thanks for coming," you tell him.

"Of course. Always glad to help," he replies happily as he gives you a hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground.

“Careful not to crush her, brother” Loki says protectively from behind you and Thor sets you down. Before you can say anything to either of them, there is another series of loud knocks and you quickly make eye contact with Loki. He looks more annoyed than he did when Thor entered, if possible and you shrug to let him know you don't know who it is either.

"Uh, hi Steve," you say when you open the door again.

Steve gives you a quick hug and you take a step back so he can come into your apartment. “Thor told me you were moving today and we figured you could use the extra hands,” he says cheerfully, Thor pats him on the back before taking a seat on your couch.

"Um, yea this is great. Thanks," you force a smile as you start to close the door. You hear footsteps down the hall and poke your head out to see Sam and Bucky slowly coming towards your apartment. You open the door wide and take a step out to meet them, "What are you guys doing here?"

"There are more of them?" Loki asks in no one in particular as he throws his hands up.

Sam walks past you into your room with a small almost apologetic wave while Bucky explains, “Steve made us come."

Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky and you laugh a little at his honesty. "Is anyone else coming?" you ask Steve nervously as you close the door.

"There better not be," Loki says sternly.

"Nope, just us," Steve answers, either unaware of how much he is annoying Loki with his presence or not caring.

You look around your living room at Thor who has made himself at home on your couch with his feet on your coffee table, Loki leaning against the wall near his brother, grinding his teeth so harshly you can almost hear it and your three friends standing by your door. “Wow... so I have two Gods," you point at the brothers making Thor smile and Loki roll his eyes again, "Two super soldiers," you count Bucky and Steve who gives you a thumbs up, "And-"

"And Sam," Bucky finishes for you with a smile, obviously pleased with himself.

"Right... and Sam," you laugh as Sam hits Bucky in the left arm, regretting it instantly. "My point is, I'm just moving from one floor to another and I've got a ton of help," you tell them.

“Surely one God is more than enough,” Loki insists with a wide smile as he walks over to you, his arms stretched out dramatically.

You walk into his waiting arms and kiss his cheek, whispering to him, “It's going to be fun, I promise."

“What would be fun is finishing what we started before my idiot brother and the others showed up,” he replies, his hand quickly moves to cup your backside and he squeezes it causing you to gasp then playfully hit his hand away.

“We can do that tonight, in our place,” you tell him and he sighs knowing once you have set your mind to something, there is little he can do to change it.

The room is quiet for a moment then Steve asks “So... what do you need us to do?” awkwardly as he claps his hands together.

“Leave,” Loki answers immediately, waving vaguely towards the door and you put your hand over his mouth.

"Sounds good to us," Bucky agrees with a shrug and Sam opens the door to the hallway but Thor doesn't move from his seat on the couch.

“He’s just kidding,” you tell them as Loki licks your hand causing you to pull it away quickly, he winks in response and you roll your eyes but can't help letting out a slight laugh. It wasn't the first time he licked you but he didn't usually do it around the team and it was typically in a less joking manner.

"Get back here," Steve closes the door, keeping Sam and Bucky from leaving. "You guys said you were happy to help Y/N out today," he reminds them.

"That's not even close to what we said," Sam replies as he shakes his head.

"We said we were happy to not have to go on a ten mile run with you this morning," Bucky corrects Steve.

“There isn’t a lot to move honestly, I think this should be pretty quick,” you promise everyone with a forced smile and no one replies.

Thor breaks the silence by getting up and hugging you again, he says, "Well I'll help you with whatever you need. I'm just so happy for the two of you. Moving in together is a big step in any relationship.” He sets you down and turns his attention towards Loki who takes a step backwards from his brother. For a second, you think Thor might actually catch him in a hug but the God of Mischief is just quick enough, narrowly avoiding his outstretched arms at the last second.

You laugh as you watch them together. They might not be related by blood but there is no doubt in your mind that they are brothers.

"I don't see why you need to make such a fuss," Loki tells Thor. "Y/N has spent almost every night at my place since we started dating. Most of her clothes and a fair amount of her belongings are already there."

"That's the whole point," you explain and Loki looks at you. "It was your place, but now it'll be our place."

"I understand that, darling, but I'm still not giving anyone a hug over it," Loki mumbles as he keeps his distance from Thor.

"I always knew he was the sentimental type," Sam says sarcastically to Bucky but when Loki glares at him he steps slightly behind Steve.

"Oh, don't look at him like that," you tell Loki and he looks down, putting his hands in his pockets. Sam steps out from behind Steve. "You and I both know you're excited about me moving in with you," you say with your hands on your hips.

"Of course I am excited," he agrees, "But I would be more excited if this whole experience hadn't turned into a team building exercise."

You put your arms around his neck and look up at him, "Look at it this way, the more help we have the faster I can move and the sooner we will be alone." You wink at the word 'alone' and he smiles.

"Very well," he tells you and you pull back, smiling up at him. You kiss his cheek quickly and take his hand as you decide what everyone should help with.

"Ok..." you think. "I guess Steve and Bucky, you guys can pack up the kitchen. Sam, you can help me out here in the living room," they all nod but Loki raises an eyebrow as he waits for you to tell him what you need him to do. "Loki, you and Thor can finish up in the bedroom. Most of my clothes are upstairs already but there are still some things in the back of the closet that need to be boxed up." Thor slaps Loki on the back cheerfully and everyone splits up to their assigned spaces.

You glance uncomfortably at the closed door to your bedroom while you place the picture frames Sam hands you into a box. At first the door had been left open but about fifteen minutes into packing, Thor closed it. He didn't slam it, he didn't shut it hard, he just calmly closed it without a word to anyone. For the first few minutes after it was closed, you found yourself waiting anxiously for Loki to open the door and storm out of the room or for the screaming to start but nothing happened. You weren't sure if the quiet made you more or less worried but you hoped that meant they were finally talking, you didn't even care what they were talking about just as long as it didn't lead to a fight.

You make sure to flash a bright smile when Bucky and Steve walk into the living room with four boxes from the kitchen. You were thankful for the extra help of course but your plan was to use today as a means of literally forcing the two brothers together, even if it killed one of them. You hated that the only time they spent together outside of missions was to train a few hours a week. They only spoke during training sessions to criticize each other or to gloat. As soon as the session was over, they went their separate ways because if they were together any longer, they would begin fighting.

Despite what Loki may think, you know Thor still cares for his younger brother the same way he always had, before they found out Laufey was his real father, before he fell from the Bifrost, before Thanos manipulated him into attacking New York. Thor had told you how he felt about Loki one horribly long night several months ago.

Loki had been badly injured during a failed mission and remained unconscious even after he had been brought back to the Tower. Thor waited with you by Loki’s bedside in the infirmary until he finally woke up the next morning. You held Loki's hand waiting for him to open his eyes while Thor told you stories about how close they had been as children. He smiled broadly as he recounted the numerous pranks he had been the victim of and the dozens of spells that had been practiced on him.

The next day, you thanked Thor for sitting with you but you told him it made you sad to think that they had grown so far apart in such a few years. A part of you worried that Loki would keep pushing Thor further and further away until his older brother finally gave up and left.

Thor smiled at you and told you never needed to worry about that happening. He put his hand on your shoulder and said, "I will always be here for Loki, whether he wants me to be or not. He will always be my brother."

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Sam asks as he takes down the last picture that was hanging over your couch. You stare blankly at him, having been too lost in your thoughts to hear his question the first time.

He asks again and this time you answer. "I'm honestly not sure but I hope so," you reply nervously.

Steve and Bucky place the boxes full of pots, pans and cooking utensils by your front door. Loki had a much larger kitchen then you did but the only time he used it was to make himself tea.

"I think it's a great idea, Y/N," Steve says optimistically. "What could possibly go wrong?"

Bucky sighs loudly, "They could end up trying to kill each other and destroy half the Tower in the process."

"My money is definitely on Loki," Sam says without looking away from the box he is sealing up but he turns when he feels everyone looking at him. "What? Oh come on, Loki is scary as hell."

Bucky shrugs, neither agreeing or disagreeing with him. Steve nods and says, "You make an interesting point and he does seem to be in a bit of a mood today."

"Yeah, because he's usually so excited to see all of us," Bucky says as he sits on the couch. Steve takes a seat next to him and Sam places the box he is done with on top of the pile they had started.

"Hmm..." Steve thinks. "I think I would have to go with Thor, in a fight between them I mean. Especially if he had Mjolnir." He mimics swinging the hammer and Sam laughs as you sit on the floor by the box you are filling with books. You try to ignore them as you feel a headache beginning to form.

"Yea, hopefully we'll have enough time to duck if Thor calls for it otherwise it'll take us out when it comes flying through here," Bucky adds.

"The good news is, it doesn't sound like they are fighting... Unless Loki just used his magic to turn Thor into a house plant or something," Sam jokes.

"Do you think he could actually do that?" Steve wonders and Bucky puts his hand over his face.

"Ok, you guys know what?" you interrupt them and they all look over at you. "This isn't actually helping," you tell them, rubbing your eyes as your headache thumps.

"Sorry about that Y/N," Steve says sheepishly and the others nod.

"We'll bring these upstairs for you," Sam says.

The three of them pick up all the boxes stacked by the door and leave, closing the door quietly behind them. You get up from where you are sitting next to your bookshelf and walk slowly over to your bedroom door. Leaning against it carefully, you try to hear what is going on inside. The door swings open just as your ear touches the wood and you stand up straight, trying to act like you weren't trying to eavesdrop. You giggle nervously as Thor looks down at you with a smile.

"He's all yours," he says, walking past you with two large boxes and a duffel bag.

You close the door slightly at you go inside and see Loki closing the drawers on your now empty dresser. "Hi Mischief," you say, testing his mood as you walk over to him.

He turns and smiles at you, "Hello love."

"So... it looks like you didn't turn your brother into a houseplant," you say, pointing over your shoulder towards where your had gone.

"I would never do that," he responds seriously then with a smirk he adds, "I did turn him into a frog a few times when we were children though."

"You did what!?" you ask in disbelief and he laughs, taking a seat on your bed which has been stripped down to just the mattress.

"Don't worry, the effects never lasted very long," he explains and you sit next to him.

He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, you rest your head on his shoulder. You sit quietly for a moment, he lets go of your waist and slowly runs his fingers up and down your back, you can feel your headache slipping away as you relax. "So does this mean you aren't mad at me for leaving you alone with Thor?" you ask.

He shakes his head then says, "I'm not." You don't say anything in the hopes that he will tell you what happened and after a minute or two he takes a deep breath. "Thor told me that you are worried the distance growing between us."

You nod and sit up so you can look at him, taking his hand. He admits, "I was worried too. We used to talk about anything but ever since Laufey and Thanos, it's been hard if not impossible at times."

"I thought..." he pauses for a second, "I assumed he blamed me for having to leave Asgard. I had been under the impression that he was being forced to stay here in order to watch over me but he said he chose to stay so I wouldn't be alone."

He shakes his head and looks down at the floor, you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you. "I'm so glad you two talked and were honest with each other," to tell him with a smile.

"We still have more to talk about but I feel optimistic for the first time in a years," he says, "I don't know how to thank you for this. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too," you tell him then you lean forward and kiss him. He kisses you back, his hand resting lightly on your cheek and his other hand moves to your waist. You giggle against his lips as he pulls you effortlessly onto his lap. You run your fingers through his hair and continue to kiss him as he lays back on the bed, pulling you with him.

You sit up quickly at the sound of two sharp knocks on your partial closed bedroom door. You look over your shoulder and see Thor standing in the doorway looking anywhere but at you. "Um..." he says, "We finished bringing everything upstairs."

"Thanks Thor," you answer. "We'll be right up."

He closes the door and you laugh as you try to get up but Loki keeps his arms around you. You kiss his nose and he groans, "To be continued?" You smile and nod as you get up.

"Thanks for all your help guys!" you say to everyone as you place the last empty box in the pile by the door. You still can't believe how quickly packing and unpacking went, especially when Loki decided to use his magic to try and hurry the process along. He barely had to flick his wrist and all of the kitchenware was neatly organized in the cabinets.

You ask them, "Is anyone hungry? I can order some food if you want."

Loki shakes his head and says, "Haven't they been here long enough, love?"

You roll your eyes but smile again as Bucky answers, "I could always go for pizza."

"Same," Sam agrees, raising his hand unnecessarily.

"I would never turn down food," Thor says.

"Oh, pizza sounds good," Steve smiles, throwing himself into Loki's reading chair in the corner. Thor and Bucky make themselves comfortable on the couch and Sam drags over a chair from the dining room to the coffee table.

Loki comes behind you and puts his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest. "You know if you feed them, they will never leave," he whispers as he kisses just below your ear. You laugh and you look up, giving him your most charming smile. "Very well," he gives in, "Pizza it is."

"Coming right up," you say, kissing Loki's cheek as you free yourself from his long arms.

You pick up your phone from the coffee table and look up the number for your favorite place. You ask your friends what toppings they want and while they are discussing it Steve’s phone goes off. At the same time Sam and Bucky's phones goes off as well as Thor and Loki's. All five of them take out their phones and read the message, the smiles gone from their faces.

“This can’t be good,” you put your phone down and walk over to Loki.

Thor shakes his head, then he stands up from his seat on the couch, “It's not. I'm sorry Y/N, we have to go.”

"Please be safe," you tell them, giving each of your friends a hug as they leave. "I love you," you whisper to Loki as he hugs you tightly.

He kisses you then runs his fingers down your cheek lightly. "I love you too. I will be back soon," he promises you and you force a smile as he closes the door, leaving you standing alone in your shared apartment.

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thewriterg · 7 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

pairing(s); thor odinson x fem!reader, loki layfeyson x fem!reader

summary; it was over in needed to be it had to be before you lost it before you couldn’t replenish your grip on the weight or was it already gone? —angstober day;11—

word count; 600+

warning(s); angst, one mention of women infertility, heart break, poly themes, reader is Mother Nature coded, and language

palylist; your face by wisp

A/n:—GIFs; @spookycora & @lokihiddleston— something short to get us warmed up

Loki knows he's done it, he knows there's no coming back from it deep down… but as the God of mischief he wouldnt take that answer there was a way that he would succeed in his task as he chased after you down the stairwell into the library that was once his that you now shared calling out your name

“Leave me alone Loki!” The echo of your hurt voice now bouncing off the wall of your ‘shared’ library you should've known, you should've known better to trust the Deity dressed in emerald green and God did it hurt your chest filled with dread it was heavy and once again you would continue to stress it, it hurt.

“Darling just listen-”

“NO! Great grief Loki i trusted you, after every instinct told me not to i did anyway, i am a fool” You started off strong until your voice reduced into nothing but a mutter and the raven haired prince attempted to take your hands in his resisting when you tried to pull away from him and the firm yet non injuring hold on your wrist and it stung him like nothing he’d never experience

“Why is it ALWAYS HIM!? Hmm? Why him love? The god screamed before bringing his voice down to a mumble as you struggled in his hold attempting to get away as far as humanly possible

“Brother! Let her go” The carried thunder and Loki glared at the blonde before going approach him with a malicious looking intent on his your body burned with a passion as you approached the brothers with thundering steps the currents of the winds becoming harsh on the outside

“Stop!” Your voice carries through castle and probably through the kingdom as well both of them looking like a kicked puppy at the stern, scolding, and coldness of your voice the life of the world slipping from your grasp it all hurt,

“Loki, it's not always Thor. You, you self sabotage because you think people will hurt you or abandon you… but you hurt the kingdom and you hurt me… Loki I thought the world of you” The prince heart broke in two at the sound of your voice that was full of emotion yet void of life and it stung his chest at the sound of his real name falling from your lips

“And Thor you don't have a balance in your life you choose every battle over what you claim as my my importance but I feel as nothing but a servant… This, this wont work it never has'” The brother stepped to you in protest that made you subconsciously take another back, away from the both of them

“That's not true little dove, we have succeeded we will continue to succeed” Thor denied reassuring himself more than he was reassuring you his icy blue eyed desperate for you to agree, begging for you to stay

“We love you darling” Loki stated firmly as if it was set written in stone for the next millenia to understand and study

“I want to believe you, but I don't.” That was it the hold of the earth was lost you hadn't had a grip on it any longer you felt the flowers wilting, the tree slouching, the soil becoming infertile as well as the women, you'd lost it lost your hold on humanity

Lost your hold on everything

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 1- An Audition

A simple peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s continued protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

By the Will of Odin the Allfather, King of Asgard,

The Vanir Village of Borgund has been selected to offer this season’s tribute of peace, in the form of an approved maiden of proper age and prerequisite to be conscripted into the harem of Prince Loki. An acceptable maid must be a virginal daughter with no marriage prospects, of suitable beauty, and possess a humble, modest demeanor.

Two Asgardian representatives will be at your gates one month hence to approve of and collect the tribute maiden. If one has not been selected by the village before their arrival, your property will be seized, and Borgund will instantly be selected to provide the next three tributes.

The Vanaheim sky was a canvas covered in indigo ink as you crept your way out of the village you called home towards the Temple of Freyja, where you knew your aunt would be keeping worship for the night. The sound of silence made your ears hollow, but even with the haunting lack of senses helping you along your path, you had no trouble tracing the familiar steps to the temple.

You had to make sure no one heard you as you snuck out of your small cabin in the center of the village. You knew the local toadies were informed of your conscription, and likely would’ve tried to snatch you for a small ransom, but luckily, you were swift and easily slipped past them.

Tonight was your last night in Borgund before the Asgardians came for you. Earlier today, the wonderful, generous people of your village had selected you for the Snake Prince Loki’s “slut collection” (as you so bitterly called it). Every girl of the correct age and qualifications was forced to audition before the village elders (who, of course, were three men with no daughters in the race themselves). You were poked, prodded, and forced to parade before the men entirely naked while the healers vouched for your virginity and modesty.

After hours of debate and being forced to wait in a small room with every other candidate, you were selected. You weren’t told why, You were far from the most attractive girl in town. In fact, you were usually satisfied keeping to yourself, which in turn, made some of the villagers suspect you as someone ‘odd.’

I should have painted myself with mud, you thought as your feet carried you to the temple appearing now in a small clearing through the trees. Perhaps I can claim a vow of celibacy for some lesser God.

As you approached the Temple of Freyja, you saw a middle-aged man, handsome for his fifty-some-odd years, leaving with a coat slung over his shoulder. Your aunt, wrapped in a silk dressing gown, was seeing him off. The man looked fine until you approached, after which he averted his eyes quickly and darted around you, which you found odd.

“Oh, Y/N! I was hoping you’d visit this evening!” your Aunt Ing called from the threshold.

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheek. “I wish you’d tell me beforehand if you had a worshipper. It’s the Altar of the Goddess of Sex, after all.”

Aunt Ing smiled warmly and shrugged. “You could still take vows and join me here. All the pleasures of Freyja’s gifts without the commitment or servitude that comes with marriage.”

“Oh, were it possible!” You shook your head. “Aunt Ing…they picked me today. For The Snake’s personal whorehouse.”

Your aunt’s smile fell away faster than water rolling off an oiled surface. “Oh, my dear! Come in, I’ll make us drinks.”

“Good, I need a beer,” you murmured, rubbing your temple, trying to get rid of the stress headache quickly building under your skin.

Your Aunt lived in the Temple as its shrine hostess and priestess. Her small but tidy room was behind the front altar in the chapel, so it always reeked of floral incense and old burnt sacrifices. You didn;t mind. You were essentially alone in the world aside from your deceased father’s younger sister.

“What made them pick you?” Ing asked after sitting you down in her meager quarters in the temple, putting a stein of rich, dark beer in front of you. You took a large gulp before answering.

“They didn’t say,” you finally replied. “They examined me…thoroughly.”

Aunt Ing nodded in sad sympathy. “I know they do. Asgardians may be richer, but they are barbaric warlords who know nothing of love or peace.”

“They take and take from us,” you agreed meekly. “It was awful! All of it!”

Aunt Ing looked at you. “Would you like to tell me about it? Or would that only make things worse for you?” You weren’t exactly the type to draw a spotlight or steal a conversation, but talking through the worst of your life’s trauma usually helped you, especially if the attending ears belonged to your beloved Aunt.

You regaled your horrific tale of the day’s events. You’d been lined up along with the nearly fifty-or-so other maidens of your village. The elders selected you for the Final Ten, after which you were physically assessed for shape, health, and of course, virginity. Bitterly, you allowed yourself to be violated. You knew the consequences of purposefully flunking an ‘audition.’

I have no choice, just like the rest of my people, you thought sadly.

Once you were selected as one of the Final Five, you were forced to ‘sell yourself’ to the elders but touting your merits and talents. You did what you could. You tried to make yourself sound enthusiastic about being chosen, but purposefully left out anything of actual interest that may suit the Snake Prince of Asgard’s fancy.

When you were informed of your selection, your first thought was: where did I go right? Shit and piss!

“I had the feeling they would take you if the Lottery ever came to Borgund,” Ing mused.

“Why, Aunt?” you asked, hopelessness beginning to crawl into your voice’s soft soprano.

“Your parents are gone,” Aunt Ing replied matter-of-factly. “You are lovely, intelligent, and have no attachments here other than with the crazy Temple Priestess up the hill. Of course they’d select you over someone with a family. Are you naive enough to never think the game would be rigged?”

This actually hadn’t occurred to you before. It began to make sense. “Aunt Ing, I’m so helpless!” you sighed. “What can I do?”

“I wish I knew,” Ing replied. “We are all under the Royal Thumb of Asgard here.”

You looked down at your stein, taking another massive drink. “Maybe I could run.”

Aunt Ing shook her head. “Where would you go? You have no wit for survival in the forests, dear.”

Harsh words they were, they were also true and you knew it. You were employed in Borgund as a tavern waitress, with no special skill set that would lend itself to a life on the lam.

“So, what is some advice you COULD offer?” you asked.

Ing thought for a moment. “He’s the Snake Prince of Asgard, so I imagine the quickest way to seduce him is by inflating his pride. Do not fall at his feet. He has enough women who do that every day for him, and you must stand out among them. Stand your ground, but insist that he is the most important part of your life and that you wish to know everything about him. If you can successfully walk the line between submission and subversion, the God of Mischief will be yours to use as you will,” she suggested.

“Use?” you asked curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Prince Loki is known to reward those who he favors. If you could seduce him, standing out from the rest of the harem, then you could ask for anything you wanted.” Ing smiled, the intrigue in her idea lacing her words with heavy purpose.

Suddenly, it clicked. “Then I can free Borgund!” you concluded, the wheels in your head finally turning full-tilt.

“Oh, my child,” Ing said, laughing, “If you use the prowess that I know you have within you, you could free Vanaheim itself from its debt!”

“Oh Aunt! Do you really think I could?” you asked, your breath quickening with thrill as Ing’s scheme began to fall into place in your mind’s eye.

All of your life, you’d been told you were on the more ‘beautiful’ side of the scale, and that perhaps you had more than a small talent for musical instruments (you could play six of them avidly, and found it easy to try new ones whenever the occasion called). Other than those two compliments, you really hadn’t been told you would ever amount to much. Not that it bothered you. It never occurred to you to mind the lack of positive attention growing up.

Ing took your hands in hers, looking into your eyes with excitement. “Yes, my niece! We must try!”

“But,” you said, pulling back, “What do I know about seduction? How to please a man who’s had every willing creature across the realms in his bed?”

“Y/N, you must give yourself more due. After all, you take after my side of the family, and I am the High Priestess of the Temple of Freyja. You don’t think I know a few tricks?”

“They will be here for me at dawn,” you answered. “How much can I learn before then?”

Ing twisted her thin lip, causing a dimple to sink in on her left cheek. “Perhaps I can teach you about sex first,” she said. “That will be the important thing, and your first and perhaps only chance to make an impact.”

“How do I do that when I’m a virgin?” you asked, pushing your now-empty beer stein forward. The topic of sex fascinated you, but like many other subjects, you weren’t particularly well-versed in it.

Your aunt reached for the beer pitcher and topped off your stein. “Oh, when a maiden is involved, it’s a very special field to roam through. It’s more of an advantage than you think, especially with a man who loves power as The Snake does. Come, we don't have much time, but I have much to tell you before dawn!”

“Oh! My Prince! Truly, no woman knows pleasure until she knows the love of a prince!”

“I’m hungry.”

Prince Loki withdrew himself from the strumpet underneath him and turned away from the brunette lying naked next to him in the mammoth four-poster bed in his chambers, who was attempting in vain to stay draped over his torso, anything to keep that skin-to-skin connection. Her partner had just rolled off of her after an exhausting roll about the sheets, and while she was basking in the afterglow, he was already distracted.

“Oh…” the girl said awkwardly, not knowing just how to respond to the non-sequitur. “I can have a slave bring us some--”

“--not necessary,” Loki interjected, swiftly getting to his feet, pulling out of the concubine’s grip once and for all. “Thank you for the romp, but I prefer eating alone. You may return to the harem quarters now.”

“But--”

“--I’d advise you to go with dignity, girl,” Loki hissed impatiently. “Remember your place.”

The tiny concubine woefully bowed her head and scrambled off the bed, quickly wrapping herself in a robe and heading out for her walk of shame across the palace.

Skinny little bird has the wit of a tablecloth, the raven-haired God thought to himself as he heard the small sobs whimpering from her as she scrambled to obey her master, shutting the door a little too forcefully behind her.

He went over to the rope hanging by his bedside, pulling on it twice. Without fail, a plate of fruit and wine would be delivered within ten minutes.

“Norns,” he muttered to himself. “And another one arrives today,” he complained.

He knew why his father was doing this, why he was throwing beautiful lovers at his son’s door night and day. Odin the Allfather feared that Loki would break his marriage treaty with Princess Ase of Alfheim for lack of sexual gratification implied within a forced match. Thus, Odin promised Loki as many lovers as he could handle as long as he vowed to keep his betrothal. Loki, being an adolescent when the deal was struck, had enthusiastically agreed at the time.

However, like a spoiled child who gorges themselves on sweets too many times, Loki grew sick of the treats he was offered. His harem of lovers grew to over ten, which felt excessive to him (at least until he learned that his brother Thor’s contained nearly thirty).

No matter how often Loki begged Odin to cease bringing new birds in for him to have, Odin never relented, clearly becoming increasingly paranoid with the possibility that Loki would break his vow to the Princess of Alfheim. It was as if the King thought that burying his son in concubines would render him unable to object to an arranged marriage somehow. Laughable, really.

“Speaking of…” Loki mumbled to himself, draping a heavy dressing robe over his bare body and walking onto the terrace.

Approaching the South gate was the latest offering from the Vanir. She was concealed from view, as was tradition for her journey from her homeland, but Loki had no interest in watching the caravan approach the palace. It was sparsely attended anyway, so she must’ve been another peasant farmer’s daughter or something of little significance.

Instead of going to greet her at the gates as any decent noble would have done to his new slave, he decided to eat breakfast, and then perhaps he’d go for a stroll through the garden, the only place in the world where he could be alone with his thoughts.

It would be wonderful if one of these times, I could have a companion who wanted to hear my musings, and not just to bed me or take advantage of my station, he thought sadly to himself as he went to get dressed. Alas, even a Prince cannot have everything he wants.

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 2 years

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Summary: Over the years tensions between Asgard and Valheim had continued to rise. In the hope's of establishing peace, the kings arranged a political marriage between their two children, Loki of Asgard and Y/N of Valheim. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until she decided to run away before the wedding. And now you, her personal servant was forced to take her place...

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stjarnaloki · 2 years

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Hiii so I’m this is a 3am idea but could you do a Loki x reader one shot based off green green dress from Tick Tick boom? I LOVE YOUR WORK

Hiii Amelia! i looooooved this idea, I was so excited when I read it. I hope you like what I came up with!

Green (Green) Dress (Loki x f. reader)

warnings: 18+ tags: prince Loki, reader is from Vanaheim, dress ripping, thor has a wife, also he's king, this is the dress I was picturing

Can I tie you up love? If you tell me yes I'll unbutton every button down your green, green dress

The Bifrost spit you out as usual, in an overwhelming blur of colors and the sensation of being hit in the chest by an iron fist.

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, cursing the shimmering gold buildings in the distance that caught the sun. Asgard was far too bright at 8 a.m.

Heimdall looked down from his pedestal at you, offering nothing but a respectful nod of his head. You smiled back meekly, trying to resist the urge to hurl on the glittering floor.

When you got your bearings, you adjusted your grip on your overnight bag and hiked up your skirts, beginning the long journey down the rainbow bridge. Early morning mist curled its tendrils around the edges of the walkway. It smelled of salt and olive trees as you drew closer to the castle, reminders of early fall.

You had a few hours before the luncheon that morning celebrating King Thor’s first treaty, and unfortunately you knew exactly what to expect. A dreadfully dull morning full of speeches, toasts, and not enough alcohol. The niceties would fade as the sun went down, the old people would go to bed, and then a party, raucous and full of too much mead would take its place. You’d been invited as a guest of honor, and you couldn’t exactly decline the invitation as a powerful woman from the other Realm in the treaty.

It’s just one night, you said, sighing. Hopefully you could sneak off early to the library.

One thing held your spirits slightly higher than normal, however. A formal event always got your heart racing, not for the political bullshit but for the dress-up. You loved the process, laying down tints and glitter on your eyes and cheeks, sliding into high heels and silk skirts that brushed your ankles whenever you moved. Nothing was more fun to you than a transformation. Tonight’s dress was going to turn heads, if you had any say in it.

You knew it was provocative to wear one of the Prince’s colors, even more so as a guest of honor. It was an unspoken tradition, and Asgardian girls that made the mistake of wearing red to a ball rarely ever made that mistake again after experiencing a glowering stare from Thor’s queen.

But the green dress had been practically molded to your body, and there was no way in Hel you would be prevented from wearing it.

You took the long way to the palace, winding your way through groves of olive trees and stopping for deep breaths at rose bushes taller than your head. As you rounded a corner you were suddenly stopped in your tracks, drawing a quiet gasp as you recognized the raven curls that were sprawled under an orange tree, bent over a book. You backtracked immediately, trying to escape without being seen, but a severe brow suddenly looked up from his book and sat up a little straighter.

“My apologies, Prince Loki,” you said with a respectful bow. “I didn’t realize you’d be here, I-”

“Thought you’d be able to trespass in the gardens alone?” said Loki in a soft but terrifying voice. You kept your face set in stone, but your stomach flipped. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but his gaze sent little jolts of panic into your limbs.

“Well, yeah,” you said, deciding that coming clean was your safest bet.

“I see,” said Loki, and he stood, stretching his long limbs. “Here to facilitate my brother’s peacocking, I assume?” he continued, sounding bored.

“Against my will,” you said with a smirk. The constant quarreling of the Asgardian brothers was well-known, even as far away as Midgard, and you might as well play into it.

Loki raised an eyebrow at this, the smallest sign that you had intrigued him.

“Likewise…” he murmured, his nose wrinkling with the thought of the fast-approaching afternoon.

“I should leave you,” you said, anxious about other unexpected eyes in the garden.

“Find me, tonight,” Loki said as you turned to walk away. You looked back, raising an eyebrow at his request.

‘It won’t be hard, I’ll be right next to the king, on that same stupid pedestal,” said Loki, smirking. “I only mean that if you’d wish to escape drunken warriors, I’m quite familiar with this place…”

“I’ll be in green,” you replied with a nod. “You come find me.” With a turn of your heel, you left the garden.

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The fabric felt like water on your skin as you slid it over your head. Hours had gone by since you’d unexpectedly run into the exact Prince whose color you'd be stealing tonight. The luncheon passed with nothing of note, although you had stolen a few more glances than normal at the mop of black hair at the royal table, and been shocked to find green eyes staring back on every occasion. You’d managed to excuse yourself for your outfit change, and you were nearly running late. Voices were beginning to drift up the stairs from the party that was well underway.

At last, your earrings were on and your shoes were buckled. You painted your lips a pale shade of pink and stepped into view of the full-length mirror. If you were honest, you’d outdone yourself.

It was the most vibrant shade of emerald green, cinched at the waist and cascading in gentle strips down your legs. A slit nearly as high as your hip let bits of your glowing skin peek through when you walked, and it had mesh sleeves with bits of golden thread woven through into tiny stars.

You felt a million pairs of eyes on you as you crossed the grand threshold into the ballroom.

The God of Mischief didn’t even know your name, but there you were, dark green fabric draping over your hips as if he had picked it out himself. The eldest Asgardians audibly expressed laments of your insolence, while the younger ones stole glances and turned back to their friends and whispered did you see?

Having no group of friends to retreat to, you walked with your head held high to the bar, where you ordered a very strong drink from a bartender who looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You downed it in one gulp and quickly ordered another, begging it to replenish the courage that was failing you. Thankfully, Thor had begun drinking hours before, and after a few minutes was drawing every pair of eyes in the room as he was hoisted by six warriors in the middle of a large dance circle.

One pair of eyes in particular, however, couldn’t be bothered by the commotion.

Loki was looking at you intently, and even from your perch at the bar you could see how bright his eyes were and the smirk that curled his lips.

Your mouth went dry at the intensity of his gaze. He seemed to be either incredibly mad or incredibly pleased; it was hard to tell with a man who thrived in chaos.

He came down off the raised royal platform in slow, methodical steps, your gazes locked on each other’s. A drop of condensation dribbled from your cold glass down your wrist and you shuddered.

Then he was crossing the room, his absence gone unnoticed thanks to Thor’s incredible distraction.

Loki bowed deeply when he was in front of you, a man of tradition only amongst the eyes of his kingdom.

“If it was attention you wanted, my lady, you most certainly have succeeded,” he said, his eyes flitting down to the curve of your breasts and back to your face.

Heat rose in your chest. Even in your heels, he towered inches over you. His finest banquet attire didn’t help, either; the golden pauldron on his shoulders adding so much to his regalness that you were tempted to look down at your shoes. Still, you persisted.

“Oh, I know, I doubt I’ll ever be invited back,” you sighed. “What a shame.”

Loki flashed his teeth at your sarcasm.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked innocently. “I know this is yours and all,” you motioned to the dress.

“Far from it,” Loki said. “I’m thrilled, actually. The drunk antics of my brother are old news. All anyone will be talking about tomorrow will be the mystery girl who dared to wear a green dress and how the prince just couldn’t keep his eyes off her…”

Your drink stopped halfway to your lips. “...is that so?”

“How can I repay you for taking my brother down a peg?” asked Loki, ignoring your question. The curl in his lip persisted.

“You could get me out of here,” you half-laughed, not expecting what came next.

Loki looked at you for a beat, took the glass from your hand and proceeded to down the rest of it. He placed it on the counter and offered you his arm, raising his eyebrows expectantly when you didn’t take it immediately.

“You asked,” he prodded, and then grabbed your arm himself. “Let’s go.” You weren’t quite sure what you were getting into, but you hooked your arm around his bicep, the leather of his armor softer than you’d imagined. He walked you at a brisk pace towards the door.

“Loki, people are watching us leave,” you hissed through your teeth. No answer. He nearly dragged you away from the party, walking swiftly with an energy you’d never quite thought him capable of.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” you said once you reached a vacant hallway deep within the castle. You were all too aware of the quiet that had replaced the noise of the party.

“Fuck them,” he said, a glint in his eye. You gripped his arm tighter and smiled, heat spreading to your cheeks. “You obviously have a taste for causing mischief, therefore you’re the most interesting person at that fucking party and therefore the only one worth my time now…any more complaints?” Loki said all in one breath. He’d stopped walking, shifted his grip up to grasp your forearm. The fingers that dug into the skin made your heart speed up.

“No,” you whispered, letting him take a step closer. His eyes raked over your body and it took everything in you not to quiver under him.

“Now…” Loki said, licking his lips. “What to do about this dress?”

His hand reached down to the slit in your dress and let the shimmering fabric slide over two fingertips. The pads of them gently brushed your thigh, and goosebumps erupted in their wake.

“Stunning…” Loki whispered, staring only at your lips. His other hand found the small of your back, pressing on the line of buttons one by one up your spine. Your eyes closed in spite of yourself, and when you opened them again you found lust in Loki’s eyes.

“We shouldn’t…” you murmured. If Loki looked at you like that again you weren’t sure if you’d be able to say no.

“No, we shouldn’t,” murmured Loki back. “But you never were one for playing by the rules, were you…?”

Your mouth fell open and Loki caught it with his own, pressing you against the wall until the weight of him left you gasping.

Flamed licked your body when he kissed you again.

“Touch me,” you breathed against his mouth, and Loki drew back, his pupils blown and lips red and shining. His hands raked up the shimmering green fabric until they met your skin and you gasped, feeling the way his body moved on yours as he tugged at your hips desperately. A groan escaped his lips as your fingers tangled in his hair.

“Please…” Loki whispered against your cheek, breathless already from your lips. “Let me unwrap you from this exquisite thing…” his fingers ran over the pleats on your breasts, making your nipples harden. His lips were sweet with red wine and pillowy soft; you wanted to drown in them.

“Why don’t you rip it off?” you replied in an equally sultry voice. The effect was instantaneous. Loki growled deep in his throat, hiking your skirt up even higher until his hands caressed the soft flesh of your hip bone. In an instant, he was carrying you into the next room as his tongue tangled with yours. He kicked the door closed as you crossed the threshold and set you down again, only to pin you face-first towards the door.

“Say it again,” he said, breathing into your neck. His hands toyed with the buttons, like his fingers were itching to destroy.

“Tear it off of me,” your moan muffled by the weight of him against you.

With an obscene ripping sound, Loki split all 20 buttons down the back of the gown with a casual yank. The gauzy fabric gave nearly instantly, and it fell in a heap at your feet. You turned to face him, completely bare, and found a self-satisfied grin on his face. With a snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished as well.

“Come here, you little minx,” he grumbled, his hands grasping your hips to hoist you easily from the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he pressed you into the mattress, his cock trapped between you as his body encompassed yours.

“Oh, sweet girl…” he groaned. His tip was already leaking clear fluid onto your stomach. You swiped some up with your finger and sucked it off while he watched you, tasting delicious salt dance on your tongue.

“Let me taste you…” Loki murmured between the kisses he lay on your collarbones. “Let me dive into your thighs and never come up…”

You nodded desperately, eyes wide with want. He kissed all the way down your body, leaving wet marks on each breast and down your pelvic bone. He looked at you as he spread your folds apart, piercing you with his green eyes as he took a long, flat lick along your slit.

“Fuck…” you cried, your hips twitching at the sudden rush of pleasure. “Fuck, Loki, oh my god…”

Loki was laving at your clit with the tip of his tongue, holding your hips to his face when you tried to squirm. Heat built in your core and you clapped a hand to your mouth to stifle your moans.

“No, be loud for me, babygirl…” Loki said. “I want to hear you.”

“Ah-fuck,” you obeyed, and Loki dove back in between your legs, adding two fingers that slid in easily through your wetness. You clenched around them with every swirl of his tongue on your clit, your moans becoming short and unstable. The energy building in your core made you feel electric.

“Augh…mmm…Loki…” you whined as his tongue plunged into your entrance, slurping at your juices until they dribbled down his chin. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop…”

“Then I’m doing something right, babygirl,” Loki said, his mouth not leaving your clit. The vibrations from his voice made your hips buck and you bit down hard on your lip to keep from coming undone.

“N-no,” you whimpered, grasping at his dark curls to yank him up to your face. His mouth was smeared with your juices and you kissed him messily, tasting yourself all over his tongue. It made you feel absolutely animal. You wanted to be filled with every possible inch of him, and you told him so.

“I need to come on your cock, Loki, please,” you whined, grasping his leaking cock until he shuddered. You pumped him a few times until he was straining in your hand.

“Greedy little thing,” Loki teased, but he was lining himself up with your dripping entrance the moment the words left your lips. With a hiss, he pressed himself into your cunt, overwhelmed by how tight and warm you felt around him.

“Fuck, you’re exquisite…” he half-cried when he bottomed out inside of you.

“Yes…” you said, feeling filled to the brim. He began to pump his hips achingly slow. Your nails grazed the pale skin of his back as you adjusted to his length, feeling every vein of his shaft as he moved in and out.

“Yes, just like that, oh-” he began to move faster, the ridge of his head rubbing your g-spot and making your back arch.

“You like that?” Loki goaded. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Oh, Loki…” you cried, imagining yourself leaking his essence all over his sheets, tainted and marked by the prince of another realm.

“That’s right babygirl, oh, look at you, taking my cock so well,” Loki said, his voice hitching as he thrust up into you. His cock felt so big you could nearly see it stretching the skin of your stomach with every snap of his hips.

Hot, wet liquid was flowing down your thighs from your cunt, gushing forward with every movement of Loki inside of you.

“Listen to yourself…you’re so wet,” Loki said in a strangled voice. “You’re gonna fucking drain me, darling.”

You nodded and whimpered, pulling the bulk of him impossibly closer and licking into his mouth. You loved being filled by him in every hole, so much that you never wanted to leave that sensation.

Loki swallowed your moans, his hips rocking more desperately now. One hand trailed down to circle your clit, and he cried out as your cunt clamped down in a rhythmic pattern.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, babygirl?” Loki said, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice steady.

“Y-yes,” you groaned, circling your clit faster and faster, feeling warmth spread from your core to your limbs and growing ever-tighter around his cock. “Loki, I’m gonna come, fuck…come with me…”

Your command was cut off with a guttural moan and Loki’s cock sent you over the edge. Your cunt gripped him, your body wracked with an orgasm that felt like white-hot light. You clutched the sides of his face and moaned his name into his mouth, one last shallow thrust sending him tumbling over the cliff with you. He groaned deep and wet in your mouth, spilling himself inside you. It was warm and sticky, coating every surface of your slit and seeping deeper inside of you with every pulse of your core.

“Hah–” you both said, breathing the same breath as the last drops of his release dripped inside of you. Loki’s arms gave out and he collapsed on your chest, kissing your sweaty collarbones lazily as you slowly returned to your bodies.

After a long time, Loki reluctantly slid out of you with a groan, drawing you closer to his chest.

“I don’t have anything else to wear,” you mused, motioning to the heap of green fabric that lay next to the door.

“I could fix it,” Loki offered, stroking your temple.

“Or you could keep me in your bed all night.”

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Sneaky Shadows (part 1?)

You sneaked out of the room you and Thor shared. Outside you still heared a few Asgardians leaving the palace after todays wedding. Now you and Thor were officially a married couple, which made you the future queen. You sneaked into the royal library of Asgard and lit a few candles. You looked around to make sure that no-one was around, took your diary out and opened a new page. While you were writing about your wedding day and night a few tears ran over your cheeks and landed on the paper. No one really knew what you thought about the whole wedding thing. No one knew that you didn't like Thor. That you didn't love him. That you had other preferences. How unhappy you were about the relationship you two shared. How horribly unsatisfied he left you on your wedding night. How he just turned around and fell asleep leaving alone, desperate and uncomfortable. After a while you laid your dairy to the side and picked out a book. A old novel to distract yourself from the unsatisfied feeling between your thighs. You could barely concentrate on thenwords before you. Eventually just you put the book down, to go back to bed, but suddenly you realised that your diary had disappeared. You looked confused around, until you spotted a long, dark figure leaning against a bookshelf, holding your diary in his long fingers. "But no one knew about the aching feeling Thor had left inside of me that night", he read the last sentence out loud. "I must say you have lovely writing style, dea-" "LOKI?! Give that back! It's mine!", you ripped the book out of his hands and glared up to him. He let out a amused chuckle. "Oh, come on! Does the future queen of Asgard not enjoy a bit of teasing?" Loki laughed and stood up straight, his gaze wandered over your body as he towered over you. "You had no right to read this! It's private.", you hissed. He raised and eyebrow and you could clearly see how he was suppressing a laugh. "Ok...your majesty. My apologies. I had no right to read your personal diary" You nodded and looked up. Your eyes wandered over his beautiful, raven-black hair, that fell a bit messy over his shoulders. He probably woke up not to long ago...unless... "Were you alone?" "What?"

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Reaching Out

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Asgard 2011

"We need to go get Thor," Hogun said

"It is treason." Sif pointed out

"We will need Astri as well. I'm sure Thor will wonder if she does not come." Volstagg said

"And how do you propose we get her? She lives practically under Loki's thumb. I'd bet he has guards watching her 24/7, reporting to him if she even so much as breaks a nail." Fandral pointed out, "I love Astri as much as all of you but she has always been closest with Loki. Getting her to go against his orders will be impossible."

"Astri is her own woman. She can do as she pleases, Loki does not hold her back." Sif defended, knowing her friend had defied the trickster many times in the past.

"We should not speak so loudly of treason. Heimdall might be listening." Fandral said

The doors opened to a guard entering.

"Heimdall demands your presence." The guard says "He also commands you to leave Astri here."

Sif followed the Warriors Three towards the Bifrost. They passed the library as they exited the castle. Oh how easy it would be to call to her friend who was most likely buried in a book on magic or histories of the surrounding realms. She cast one more look at the doors to the library before continuing, Astri would be fine, everyone in the castle knew Loki was enamored with her. Well, everyone except Astri and Loki who had been dancing around each other for hundreds of years.

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Astri closed the book on mind linking with a heavy sigh. She was learning all sorts of new methods she hadn't been able to try since her and Loki's fight. She had reached out and tried to see what he was doing with his day but there was nothing. Sure, she could feel his presence and that he was alive but he never let her in to see exactly what he was doing or where he was.

Odin's room was quiet when Astri entered. Frigga was asleep by his side, her head resting on the golden frame of the bed. Her queen's dedication to her husband was admirable, Astri hoped to one day have someone to devote herself to the way Frigga did Odin. She sat down on the other side of Odin's bed frame. He looked rather peaceful as he lay there as still as a corpse. She was never close to Odin, he had preferred to spend more time with Thor and Loki, mainly Thor, when they were children. Still, there were moments when he had acted as her father figure and not just as her king. Astri smiled as she remembered the time he had chased her first boyfriend off after he had disrespected Astri's combat skills.

"Are you ever going to wake again? Loki sits on your throne and I fear he might just plunge us all into war." Astri softly said, her back turned to the sleeping Allfather.

The large fire on the wall behind them crackled as Astri observed the ornate door that the Allfather had. Golden flowers and vines adorned its metalwork. She would hear Frigga shifting behind her, breaking the peacefulness of the room.

"Astri." Frigga said, her voice laced with worry, "Get up. Get Loki, bring him here now."

Astri turned to Frigga, she was confused as to why they needed Loki who was on her last nerve. Frigga opened her mouth to explain but the crackle of the fire was replaced with the hiss of ice forming and taking over the beautiful door Astri had admired. Said doors nearly went flying from the frame when two huge Frost Giants stalked into the room. One of them Astri recognized from their impromptu trip to Jotunheim with Thor.

Frigga made the first move as she cut at one of the Frost Giant's legs with a sword. His large hand swooped at her before she could make her next move and she went flying across the room.

"A child guards the King of Asgard." the one Astri was sure was Laufey, Loki's birth father said.

Laufey pointed at her and his soldier came charging at her, ice sword drawn. He was quick but Astri was quicker. She let a sharp burst of power shoot from her hands, and the Frost Giant went flying into the large fire behind him. Screams of horror filled the room as he tried to get up, the fire hissed as his cool temperature began to put it out.

"I don't think so," Astri said, directing her magic so the fire would roar once more.

The frost giant screamed in pain as he burned to death, Astri's magic fueling the flames and keeping him from getting up.

"Know that your death came at the hands of Laufey."

Shit. She forgot all about Laufey. She quickly turned to see him ready to kill the Allfather. A sharp blast stopped her from making her move to burn Laufey to death like his friend.

"And your death came at the son of Odin."

Loki! Astri had never been so glad to see him and his giant helmet-clad self.

"You saved him!" Frigga exclaimed, rushing to hug her son

" I swear to you Mother, they will pay for this." Loki promised before looking at Astri, " Are you alright?"

Astri nodded glancing back at the charred body of the Frsot Giant she had killed. Loki's eyes widened at the sight, looking back and forth between the girl he hadn't factored into his plans and the freshly dead body. Astri could sense a comment coming from his mouth but the doors burst open again and Astri immediately turned, ready to burn another giant for daring to harm her family. Instead, she was met with a newly restored Thor, hammer and all.

"Thor!" She smiled as Frigga ran to her eldest, embracing him

Astri hugged him as well as he entered the room fully. He seemed distracted as he glared at Loki, not focused on reunions at all.

"Have you told them? How you sent the destroyer to kill our friends, to kill me?" Thor asked

Astri looked at Loki whose face seemed to paint the perfect picture of guilt. It couldn't be. Loki wouldn't. He had never been close with Sif and the warriors and Thor was a whole different story but he wouldn't try to kill them right? Her Loki was good, he had just saved Odin from certain doom for crying out loud.

"I must have been following Father's last command," Loki said, his spear raised, ready to defend against Thor.

Astri looked at Frigga who was distraught, looking between her two sons who were ready to tear each other apart.

"You're a talented liar, brother." Thor mocked

"It's good to have you home. Now I must destroy Jotunheim." Loki said

Before anyone could blink, Loki had Gungnir let out a strong blast. sending Thor through the walls and out of the castle. Astri gasped and ran to the hole Thor had left in Odin's room. Loki was moving quickly to the doors and she ran to block him.

"Tell me he's lying." She commanded, "Tell me that Thor's words of you trying to kill him was all some sick joke you dreamed up."

Loki's answer was only silence as he stared at her. Astri felt her eyes well with tears as she punched at his chest.

"How could you?" She cried angrily as Loki caught her hands in his.

"I have my reasons. I'll let you know all of them when I reach my goals, I promise." Loki said letting her go.

"And what of the Frost Giants today and on Thor's coronation? Did you have a hand in that?" She asked wiping at her eyes.

"How else would they have gotten into Asgard? Heimdall certainly didn't let them in." He said before stepping around her and walking away

Astri couldn't believe what he had just admitted. She knew Loki was one for tricks and mischief but attempting cold-blooded murder? She never dreamed he'd do all of this just for the throne. She raced after him as he moved quickly down the hall.

"You're a traitor!" She shouted "A monster!"

Loki froze when the words left her mouth and Astri couldn't tell if she regretted it. All she knew was that she couldn't let him destroy Jotunheim over a conflict he had organized all by himself. Her moral compass outweighed her guilt as her magic flew at Loki. It hit him in his back and he fell to the ground, hard. Astri walked to him as he pulled himself up.

"What are you doing?" He seethed, angry that she had knocked him down

"Saving innocent lives." She said, ready to let another blast free at any moment

"So am I. They would have rebelled eventually! Do you want to see Asgardian children frozen where they stand? Dead because of a war I can prevent?" Loki asked

"You don't know that!" Astri argued

"You're just like everyone else. You don't see the bigger picture. Don't you get it? I'm not doing this for a throne. Why do you think I saved Odin?" Loki questioned

"You do a lot of things that don't make sense to me. " Astri said, ready to knock him down again

"They will, soon," Loki said sincerely

Astri hadn't expected Loki's fist to come at her as fast as it did but by the time she had registered it, it was too late. A loud crunch of her bones was all she heard before everything went dark.

Months later, Asgard 2011

Astri had spent the past months bored. The castle she had grown up in sometimes felt like a prison rather than a home. Her face had healed up perfectly after Loki had knocked her out. The break in her nose had been clean, calculated almost and the healers that helped her said there'd be no issues with it in the future. Now, she spent her days reading, training with Sif, and talking with Thor who felt Loki's absence just as much as she did.

"So this mortal of yours, she's what Midgard calls a scientist?" Astri asked in between bites of food.

She and Thor had begun eating dinner together each night, something she used to do with Loki.

"Yes. She's quite brilliant. Heimdall says she's searching for me." Thor replied

Astri sadly smiled. Ever since Thor had destroyed the Bifrost, traveling had been completely cut and the only way to see into other worlds was through Heimdall. Sure, Loki had his secret passages but had never bothered to share them with anyone.

"And what of that fellow you've been meeting with, in the markets?" Thor asked

Astri blushed at his words. She had thought she was being more secretive about that.

"It's nothing. I think I just need to talk to someone that isn't you, Sif, or Frigga." She waved him off

"Well, you ought to tell him that. Those flowers he sent to your chambers the other day are telling a different tale." Thor laughed

"When the hell did you become so observant?" Astri groaned and covered her face with her hands.

"I've always been like this...I'm just that good." Thor explained

"How is it you go to Midgard and come back more humble yet somehow weirder?" Astri asked

"What do you mean I've always been like this." He shrugged

Gods Thor was going to actually drive Astri insane one day.

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Astri had bid Thor goodnight after they finished eating. She was feeling tired after all her training with Sif today. Her friend never pulled her punches and thanks to that Astri was sure she'd have bruised on her skin for the next century. Beyond her physical exertion, Astri had a routine each night. It would start with a warm bath, followed by letting Drifa help her oil her hair while they talked about their lives. Drifa did most of the speaking since she had met a wonderful woman recently and were seeing each other. Astri supplied the doom and gloom to the conversation by often bringing up how tired she was of the calm that had followed Loki's demise. Following all of that, Astri would sit on top of her bed and search for him. For Loki.

"Tonight, I'll find you." She whispered to herself and closed her eyes.

She always tried to remain hopeful but there was nothing but darkness as usual. Whatever was left of Loki, if he was even alive was unreachable to her.

"Please. Just a glimpse." She pleaded to her empty room

A sharp pain fluttered across her face, followed by a flash of unbearable heat. Murmured voices joined the fray as Astri tried to focus on what she was feeling and hearing. Was this Loki? Or had she accidentally ended up in someone else's mind? Darkness was all she could see but whoever was speaking, their voice grew clearer the more she focused. Pained gasps followed another hot flash of something that felt as though her mind was melting.

"Do it again. He can handle it."

And so we have reached the end of the first Thor movie. If you take a quick look at the summary for this story you will see that I have added warnings for this story. I do suggest going to the masterlist of this story to read them. I have decided to change that and it will include both smut (hehe everyone's fave ) and suicidal/self-harm scenes. Material like this will be marked and have individual warnings when it pops up.

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sneak peak of what is yet to come to my page you guyyysssss!

- i just starting writng like two days ago so the grammar might not be right yet i need to get it checked and stuff but yeahh!

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thewriterg · 7 months

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𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairing(s); tony stark x fem!reader, thor odinson x best friend!reader

summary; Tony knew he fucked up but what could pumpkin spice food not solve nothing he hoped —flufftober day; 9—

word count; 1.0k+

warning(s); reader not taking Tony’s shi, small argument, Medusa coded reader, fluff, pet names, kisses and language

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A/n:—GIFs; @animusrox— Gif does not determine race!

“Goldie!? Hey! Where’s my girl?” Tony called out to the blonde who perked up at his set in stone selection ‘assigned name’ his steps thundering into the floor no pun intended as he approached the brunette billionaire

“Lady Y/n is not fond of you at the moment Stark I suggest you steer clear” Thor’s voice naturally loud and booming carried through the practically empty hallways and Tony fought the urge to thank him for staying the obvious

He knew you were pissed at him he had six different voicemails to prove it but he didn’t expect his meeting to run over, he should’ve seen it coming

“Yeah I got that, just give me a hint where she is blues clues?” The Asgardians face turning up in confusion at the connection a sigh falling from his pink lips shaking his head at the former playboy and the god of thunder began to think of a hundred and one ways to you as the answer spewed through his teeth

“Training room.” Thor began to walk away before Tony could respond but he wasn’t fawning over the thought as he headed towards the elevator down to the training area

Your hands were wrapped in white tape thin gauze underneath blotches of crimson seeping through your knuckles grazing the skin of your opponent as you spared with a shield agent and and Tony noted how close you were to not pulling your punched line you usually do when you trained with someone else and how your eyes flickered that dangerous white that made you look blind

The snakes in your hair nipped and hiss at the dirty blonde opponent their emerald green scales shining under the light

Throwing a kick to the man’s side causing his stance to alter before swiping your feet under his causing him to fall downward towards the mat your eyes changed back to their original color as you started down at your counterpart as he held back a groan in his throat

“Sorry about that Brent” You mumbled holding out a hand to the dirty blonde as he waved you off taking your hand to stand nothing to sweat about in his eyes he stepped out of the the ring grabbing a folded towel slinging it over his shoulder as he made his way towards the locker room a hot shower on his mind spotting Tony leaning against the door frame of the hall

“Tried to work as much steam as I could off her, good luck man” Brent clapped his hand on the billionaires shoulder before walking off just You and Tony in the room now as he watched you sigh stepping out the ring before turning to face the brunette the pythons in your hair got hostile at the sight of him your eyes turning blind white

“You have some nerve” Your head quite literally rang with hisses and defensive sounds a common misconceptions was that your reptiles had a mind of your own and it wasn’t completely true nor false but they structured off of your emotions

“Hey honey! Woah! Girls are mad at me too huh!? Woah! I know please just let me explain” He stepped backwards to avoid the snakes while you took a step forward that looked like they would make a man meal out of him

“Thirty seconds” You hissed the pythons doing the same their pink tongues out a slithering at him but slightly backing down nonetheless while you glared your eyebrows furrowed

“My meeting ran over and I know that’s not an excuse but I’m sorry even in technically it wasn’t my fault” The billionaire rushed out

“Fifteen” You growled

“And I will make it up to you anywhere you wanna go, anything you wanna do. What is it Tuesday?”

“Wednesday” You corrected with a grumble

“Wednesday, I’ll get Happy to cancel everything for the rest of the week everything we can do whatever you wanna do” The brunette knew how to sweet talk you and deep down you knew it was working but you weren’t going to show him that

“I want to be on the jet by 6, France. No bags packed we shop when we get there” Tony knew deep down you really meant when you both got there you were going to shop and his credit card would be the victim

“Whatever you want honey” Your hands were brought into his before you took them away walking away from the billionaire as he watched the sway of your hips in your joggers being distracted he wasn’t quick enough to catch the towel you through at him that was once slung over your shoulder

“Six o’clock!” He called out to you just to get no response from you

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You walked out onto the walkway the jet set in stone less than twenty feet away from you Tony stood at the stairs to the entrance of your flight as you walked the way your pump hitting the concrete with a click a dark green trench coat on your arms and over your shoulder the cold air multiplied as the sun began to set

Once you approached the front of the stairs you ignored the pale hand held out for you loading the jet yourself with no help and you missed the small borderline grin the billionaire gave you before loading into the jet behind you sitting next to your frame

“Gonna sip something nice with me?” When you turn to face Tony you expected to be a flute of champagne thrown down your throat what you didn’t expect was the familiar coffee cup of your favorite coffee shop to flood your senses its sweet smell clouding your judgement

“Pumpkin spice everything nice huh?” That was one of the things that kept you in trouble when it came to Tony that shit eating grin and terrible timing sarcasm

“What’s not gonna be nice is the meeting with your bank you’re gonna have” You mumbled trying to hold a smirk back from etching its way on your face and the brunette couldn’t hold back a chuckle his chocolate eye gazing over your features

“Yeah I plan on it honey”

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Chapter 3- A Most Unusual Night

The Prince surprises you almost as much as you surprise him, especially when your first night in Loki's bed doesn't go exactly as you anticipated.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI) MASTERLIST HERE

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

AN: Apologies, this is a long chapter (3.6k)

It took several minutes for you to reach Prince Loki’s chambers, as they were located on the opposite end of the palace, in a brightly-lit corridor covered floor-to-ceiling in golden-framed mirrors, lush curtains covering shining windows, and ancient portraits with frightening, stern eyes judging the passersby.

The Prince’s chambers were infinitely more grand in scale than yours (naturally), and colored in different shades of woodland green. The first room was a parlor, furnished with plush sofas and polished tables, and beyond that room were several doors, one of which, you presumed, led to the bedroom.

You turned to see the Prince, looking at you as if he almost wasn’t sure what to do with you.

“Might I draw us a bath?” he suggested, his voice surprisingly casual. “It will relax you. You tremble with nerves, I see.”

Shaking your head and looking away submissively, you sighed. “With all due respect, Master, I am afraid my mind wanders back to that dwarf you sentenced to death in my honor moments ago.”

“He wasn’t of high enough rank to warrant a full trial, and besides, a lesson needs to be learned” the Snake Prince dismissed. “And you should be more grateful that I welcomed you into my home with such a gift.”

“I am, Master. Pray, tell me, my Master, how does a dead man’s mind learn its lesson?”

Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to being talked back to, or because you’d presented a brand new point of view for him to consider, but your words silenced the God for a few moments. “I’m sorry?”

You shrugged and looked at the floor. “I don’t mean to offend you, Master, but I only wondered how one learns a lesson from the grave? To me, it seems to defy nature.”

Instantly regretting your words the second you saw the look on your Master’s face, you dropped your head. “Forgive me.”

The Prince shook his head. “There is no forgiveness necessary,” he said, a small smile finally perking up his lip. “It isn’t often I am given a woman who philosophizes. By all means, go on.” He took a seat casually on the arm of a chair, crossing his ankles and looking toward you expectantly.

You bit your lip, wondering if this was a trick of obedience. After all, one step too far and your own head could be the next one rolling on the floor. “I thought I was brought here for your...err…use.”

Loki growled impatiently. “You were brought here for my entertainment. Banter entertains me. Now, do as I say and go on.”

You cleared your throat, the darker turn of tone in the Prince’s voice frightening you. “I think the people already fear you enough. The only thing a beheading would serve is to show off a strength the Asgardians already know that you have. Is that not redundant?”

The Prince looked into the middle distance in thought. “I suppose. Now, what would you suggest?”

“Oh no, my Master, I do not have a mind for governing,” you said, embellishing the bashfulness in your voice just a mote. “It is not my place to advise a Prince of Asgard.”

“But surely you have an alternative in mind, sparrow?” Loki said softly, looking back to you, taking in your pleasing appearance meaningfully for the first time. “Do not let my station intimidate you, just this once.”

You were fascinated by how hard he was beginning to press you for more of your opinion. Were you not his sex slave now? Certainly your musings weren’t worth the excrement of a horse to a God such as he? Yet, he urged you on with your thoughts, and it felt…interesting, seeing what a shift in personality could occur once the right door was closed.

“If my Master says so,” you answered. The Prince motioned to the sofa beside him for you to sit. You obeyed without a word. “Perhaps a public apology would suffice?” you suggested meekly. “Place him in the stocks for a day?”

The Prince chuckled and lowered his head. “Oh, sparrow, we do not have stocks on Asgard. We have floggings.”

I should have expected as much from your bloodthirsty brutes, you thought to yourself.

“And yet such a punishment fits the lesson, doesn’t it?” you continued, a slow boldness beginning to infect your mind and carry your words. “He dared to assert his reasoning before a Prince, as if he were an equal. A day in the stocks would humiliate the man, and display as a reminder for the country of him who holds the scepter.”

“May I remind you, girl, that he attempted to assault you?” asked Loki.

“Yet you declared your punishment was for his insolence. You sentenced him, not I,” was your response. “Were I in charge of retribution, I would not ask for his life. Perhaps a few of his years in a penal colony for his transgressions.”

Your Master smiled and nodded in consideration. “Remarkable. Five minutes in my room and already you have confounded me.”

“If it is not my place, Master, I apologize humbly--”

“--oh, shut--err…again, that won’t be necessary.”

The pair of you sat in awkward silence a moment before the Prince got to his feet, going over to the front door, opening it to find a sentry standing guard before it.

“Sentry.”

“Yes, you Highness?”

“Go to the dungeons and commute Lord Oslo’s sentence to one day and night in a set of stocks to be constructed in the front courtyard of the palace, facing the city. He will wear a placard around his neck stating that he dared to look Prince Loki in the eye and challenge his demand. Any of the common folk in Asgard may come to witness this punishment. After the day and night are over, release him to his family. This is the official word of Prince Loki Odinson, and send any one who questions my declaration to the scaffold as well.”

The sentry hesitated. “And if the people say you’ve gone soft and saved an unworthy man’s life?”

Loki sneered. “Remind them that just because one man’s blood will not nourish the block tomorrow does not mean it won’t crave another’s. You may want to remind them that slandering the Royal Family is a most grievous error.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

The sentry ran off to perform his task while the Prince closed the door behind him, turning back to where you sat, your jaw on the floor. “Does this make you happy?” he asked.

You nodded quietly. “Master is most kind.”

The Prince sat beside you on the sofa this time, extending a long, slender finger to the spot just below your ear where a part of your hair was stuck to your earring. With very little effort, he was able to free the snagged lock and tuck it behind your ear. “I like the sound of your tender voice referring to me as your Master,” he said, gently playing with your earlobe.

You bit your lip and didn’t move, even as the gesture gave you the feeling of a light tickle in your belly.

Loki didn’t stop, at least for a moment. His wandering hands began exploring your neck, collarbone, and upper chest, but as his fingers began to lower themselves even further, to where your breasts were heaving with fear, he withdrew.

“I repeat my offer of drawing a bath. I understand your nerves, especially for this first time. I don’t like having women who fear being bedded. I prefer that a woman relax before she opens her legs to me. I promise, I will always take care of my girls.” His voice was making a clear attempt to sound soft, but you still heard enough of the proud, hungry baritone for his words to do anything but soothe.

How many others have been stolen from their lands and brought here only to hear this gaslighting charm from you? you thought.

“Please pardon me, Master,” you answered. “All of these life-changing moments have descended upon me in the last forty-eight hours. I am incredibly overwhelmed. I find myself two days past an innocent barkeep who never before wandered more than a click from her village, and now I am the Prince’s whore in a realm foreign to me, and yet I find myself the foreigner all the same!”

Loki hissed and drew your gaze to his by placing a finger under your chin. “You will never refer to yourself by that term again, do you understand me, child?”

You nodded. “Yes, Master. But is that not what I--?”

The Prince shook his head quickly. “A whore sleeps with anything that will pay her a credit. You are mine and mine alone.”

Of course he didn’t understand what you were truly attempting to say! Why would he, the selfish bastard? It wasn’t about your nerves, or exhaustion, or culture shock.

“I…”

“...you are still troubled? Do you not believe the word of your Prince, stubborn one?”

His finger was rigid under your chin, you couldn’t look away from his intense, icy eyes. The adrenaline was surging through your veins like a tide of crashing doubt and anxiety. You felt your lower lip begin trembling next.

This is NOT conducive to your true mission, you told yourself. Calm down, you. Get back into your skull!

“May I humbly ask you, Master and Prince, what appeal comes from bedding someone like me? A virgin and a stranger?” you asked.

Loki turned his head to the side, cocked in curiosity at the strange query. “No one has ever posed that question to me,” he answered. “Sex is something I don’t care to over-analyze, if you must know.”

“Then it means nothing to you?” you replied.

Loki scoffed and pulled his finger away from your chin. “Silly sparrow, you are naive, indeed! You don't yet know of the carnal pleasures of a bedchamber regardless, so why should it matter to you how I feel about intercourse? If I may offer some advice…less interrogation and more touching will likely put us at a better start.”

”Yes, Master,” you said, bowing your head.

You expected Loki to continue touching you, but instead he drew back again. “If I may ask you one more thing before we begin: why do you care about my opinion? On sex?”

You shrugged. “I never thought of it as just something that was done, as bathing and dressing are just done.”

“Done?”

“I always saw sex as a secret, and secrets are never meaningless. I never thought one would be capable of abandoning the meaning behind the deed in order to take advantage of the instant gratification, especially of something that everyone turns into a milestone experience.”

Your Master looked like your words had sent him into deep thought as he searched for a proper answer.

“And you are insinuating that I make sex meaningless?”

Your eyes widened as you realized exactly how bold your statement was. You may as well have been calling him the whore. “Forgive me, Master, I’ve lost my place again.”

“You think entirely too much for a concubine,” he said, quietly. “You make me wish to continue conversing with you instead of taking your body. You are lovely, but you seem to fascinate more than my cock. This is quite unusual.”

You blushed at the word ‘cock.’

Loki observed you in silence for a moment, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. He almost looked sorrowful or regretful as he studied your face. “Perhaps…maybe…yes.”

“What is it, Master? Will we draw the bath now?” you asked timidly.

“I have had a change of mind,” Loki replied. “You do look quite spent from your journey, which I am sure was most arduous. I suppose it would be rather rude of me to expect you to perform your duties for me tonight.”

You didn’t realize the almost-amused look on your face until your Master addressed it. “You don’t agree with me?”

“Oh, Master, I apologize,” you said quietly. “I am certainly you are…aware of your reputation?”

Prince Loki smiled proudly. “A triumphant, intelligent, physically-superior specimen?”

You smiled again, his words almost joking to you. For the first time, you felt slightly less fearful. “Perhaps yes, Master, but I meant beyond your own borders.”

Loki sighed and looked past you for a moment. “I know what is said of me in Vanaheim, and the unsavory moniker you all have bestowed upon me.”

“It only startles me that you would grant me this night to myself,” you explained. “Are you not a god who takes what he wants without mercy?”

The chuckle that rose in the Prince’s throat was jarring, but also melodic and confident. You didn’t hate his voice, admittedly. It had a soothing quality to it, in spite of the harsh truths he spoke of, and the clear lack of respect for anyone of a lower rank than himself.

“While it is certain that I always get what I want, and you would be wise to heed those words, little sparrow,” Loki began, “As I stated a moment ago, what I want are willing partners who don’t shrink away from my touch as you are doing even now.”

“Am I the first concubine you’ve brought here to do that, Master? To tremble before your advances?” you asked. Loki didn’t reply. He knew the answer, and he knew it was not what you would prefer to have heard at that moment. Nearly all of them were shaking worse than you…

After a moment of awkward silence as a response to your question, you cleared your throat and quickly got to your feet. Loki bounded up after you. “Well, Master, perhaps I should get back to my chambers--”

“--oh no, you’re staying here, sparrow.”

Your mouth fell open. “Oh? But I thought that you said…?”

Loki took your hand patronizingly. “It is in the agreement you were sent along with that you spend your first night in Asgard in my bed. Were I to send you back to the harem quarters, you’d be shamed, beaten, and possibly demoted to a scullery maid for failing to please me.”

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks again. “Master, I don’t understand. What are we to do, then?”

“We will share a bed, of course,” the Prince said matter-of-factly. “But no one needs to know what happened, or rather, didn’t happen, under the sheets.”

The Prince led you by the hand to his sleeping chamber, where a massive canopy bed sat in the middle of the gilded room, surrounded by bookshelves, an armoire, and a large floor-to-ceiling door that opened out onto a terrace.

“Will you eat or drink before bed, child?” asked your host. “I recall promising you as much when we so suddenly left the banquet without consuming a morsel.”

You quickly shook your head. “I have no bedclothes.”

“So you don’t,” said Loki, smiling coyly. “Perhaps I can persuade you to allow me the one concession of having the pretty maid sleeping next to me be naked?”

“I…uh…you are my Master. I have no say in this.”

Loki rolled his eyes, losing his patience. “I thought I explained myself a moment ago when I said that, regardless of my reputation, I do not force myself onto my women. You are my slave, but I am granting you the power of consent as a gift to you. I’d advise that you use it before I change my mind and send you back to Borgund in disgrace.”

When his voice went low and threatening again, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your core ripple up your back. His eyes got intense and focused when he scolded you. He leaned in, asserting his dominance. It was seductive to you.

You heard your Aunt’s advice run through your head: don’t cower before him. He has many women who do that for him every day. Stand your ground. Stand out. Walk the line between subduction and submission, and he will give you anything you want.

You took a step away from your Master and looked him in the eye as you reached to the straps of your robe, gently nudging them down your arms, letting the top of the fabric fall below the corset, exposing your breasts.

The Prince took the opportunity to extend a hand, running a single finger over a nipple, the touch so light you almost couldn’t feel it at all.

“Norns,” Prince Loki mumbled under his breath. “Exquisite.”

Not breaking eye contact, you reached behind you and snapped your corset laces, and the bodice fell off your waist and onto the floor at your feet, followed by the rest of your flimsy robe, leaving you standing in the buff, no more than two feet apart from the Prince of Asgard himself.

The air felt cool against you, yet beads of fear began to break across your skin, as you were keenly aware of the mid-blue eyes studying every curve, every cranny, every line of your form. You felt a tremble begin inside, but you tried with much effort to conceal it. You had to give the Snake Prince SOMETHING for his mercy on this night, or perhaps all of your ideas for a Free Vanaheim would go down the sewer.

Loki’s breath was unexpectedly cool, and you felt it on the skin under your ear as he buried his nose in your hair, drinking in your scent. “Lavender water…my perennial favorite…” he whispered. “And mixed with your natural musk…irresistible.”

You finally physically reacted, feeling your head tilt back in spite of you, a small, airy gasp emitting from your mouth. The Prince’s touch was gentle, exploratory, curiously discovering every new inch of territory across your body, and approving of each before eagerly poking forward for more.

“Sparrow, I can concede much to you this evening, as I already have…but I cannot keep myself from tasting your plump, delicious-looking lips, and I insist upon having them now,” Loki warned as he went in for a kiss, which you received graciously, finding yourself willing to kiss your Master back as he rolled his tongue between your rows teeth.

You’d been kissed before, and you were grateful enough for that much experience. In Borgund, adolescents were left to their own entertainment once they reached puberty, and of course, this meant hormones flew through the air like smoke. A common game played in the village was one where the players would hide, and were they found by a seeker, they would have to kiss their discoverer no matter who they were. You were never popular, but you were considered attractive enough that the boys of the town would usually include you in their invitations.

After Loki pulled away from your face, he was smiling gently, and it was a look that seemed to contradict the chiseled features of his face, his tall, stately posture, his strong, defined jaw that you’d seen him clench every time your questions made him ponder.

“I suppose, then, we should both retire,” he declared, holding out a gentlemanly hand to you. You took it and allowed him to guide you over to the bed. He even turned down the corner of the plush, satin comforter on top. You laid down between the sheets and pulled them over your chest before deciding differently and letting yourself remain exposed.

He smiled. “I can tell that your inhibitions are already beginning to cease, sparrow. I know I will have you soon.”

His words sounded simultaneously like a promise and a threat.

“You’re so new to this world of mine,” he continued monologuing, crawling into the bed next to you and shifting close, taking another wandering hand to a breast and cupping it almost possessively. “You’ll feel so tight around me when I take all of you. I can tell you’re just going to milk me dry, girl.”

You expected the explicit words to frighten you, but instead they stirred a small feeling of curious desire between your legs. Looking at the man sharing your bed, you finally saw that he was incredibly…dashing? Handsome, for certain, but not in the same solid, hulking way of his older brother, Thor, the Prince of Thunder.

“Master, you are about to fall asleep in your clothes,” was the odd remark that fell out of your mouth unexpectedly.

Loki looked about ready to laugh. “You are a curious one. But I must confess, your beauty has made me lose focus of my surroundings for a moment.” He waved three of his fingers, and a green mist dissolved his Princely garb into nothing, and you could see now that he wore nothing.

You’d seen mens’ bare chests before, but none so defined, nor so studly. You felt the feeling between your legs intensify.

“Sparrow, I bid you goodnight,” he said quickly, simply, before saying a chaste kiss on your brow, lying down beside you, and turning over so he faced away from you, as if proving to you that he had no intentions of surprising you with aggression in your sleep.

He waved his fingers again, and the candles lighting the room doused themselves, leaving you sitting up, staring at his naked torso almost glowing in the moonlight beaming in through the window, confused, emboldened…and aroused.

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The Broken Princess (Loki x Reader) Part Three

Summary: Reader is a princess of a kingdom with a culture where women sit at home, cook and keep being pretty. She was never like that no matter how much her mother wanted her to be like that. However she gets engaged with the Asgardian prince, Loki. They don't like to be forced into it but not for the same reason.

Word count: 5148

Warnings: angst

A/N: I originally imagined Reader as a Chinese princess but throughout the whole story I never used any specific description for her like I usually do the same with every fanfic I write. Oh, and I have a little one-shot collection where I collect all of the requested works and whatever just popped into my mind. So if you have a request, feel free to send them to me! (Kylo Ren needs some love in that collection so pls feel free to request with him! <3)

You were still curious as to what was your fiancée doing out in the capital city in the middle of the night. You wanted to ask Frigga about it but decided against it in case you would get Loki into trouble. You were grateful for the little peace between you two, you didn't want to ruin it to bicker around again.

Frigga was satisfied with your work with the children for them to develop quite fast. You were a good teacher and were patient with them. All of the little boys and girls loved you and by them their parents quickly learnt how good natured and kind you were. At the tea parties the other princesses now gathered around you in a large group while others weren't as happy with the news. But that was their problem. You and Loki met at the library often during at night and even if you didn't talk that much the peace and quiet was enough. You weren't uncomfortable with him sitting at the same table with you and reading in quiet while you did the same thing. Sometimes he even recommended books for you to read after he learnt how deep in love you were with literature.

The preparations for the wedding was getting started and today was the first meeting with the royal wedding planner. You sat on a sofa in the queen's salon with Frigga and Loki on your sides and forced yourself to seem not as bored as you were actually. There were sample of different types of decorations and each had various color schemes from lighter to darker shades. You saw how Frigga's eyes shined up at the light golden and cream decorations with bright red and white roses. You liked something little more pastel like light pink or green with light gold or silver. Loki didn't care he just wanted to get over this meeting to go and finish the paperwork Odin left for him to do. The king liked to give him the paperwork of the monetary affairs. Which Loki hated to do even if he was excellent in it and pointed out every missing penny. Last month he was able to detect a peculator in the court and Odin sent the man to prison immediately.

"We first need to choose the decoration type and its color scheme. You can change the flowers if you want I prepared a list of which flower matches the same decoration. The most popular nowadays is this one, called Perfect Day. I think that would not be the best choice, the royal family needs to be unique and a leader at everything. Every couple would want a wedding like yours after." the old lady smiled in front of you like this was the biggest choice in politics or strategy. You turned to Frigga.

"I trust your judgement, my queen." you said. "I saw you liked the one with light gold and cream. Do you think that would fit us?"

"It is your wedding, dear, you should be the one to choose." Frigga shook her head with a smile.

"I saw something right there!" you quickly started turning the large pages of the large album searching for the one you liked. It was a light apple green, almost white with light, platinum gold accents. The tablecloth was the light green while across the table was laid a long stripe of white cloth with shining platinum golden flowers and vines decorating the fabric. White fluffy snowball flowers in white porcelain vases and light green organza stripes hanging around the room at the large windows. You pointed at it smiling hoping, the meeting would end soon.

"Excellent choice, my princess! That one is quite exquisite and even if it's quite simple that is what gives it's luxuriousness!" clapped her hands happily the old lady. "Now as for the flowers..."

You wanted to groan but you kept smiling while she went through the decorations outside the throne room, the gardens and the dining hall. She asked you to choose the flowers for the ladies and the dress-code. When you saw how irritated Loki was you quickly saved both him and the old lady by saying that he had more important things to do, you can choose on your own. Loki nodded gratefully to you before leaving you three in silence.

When it was finally over you sighed tiredly and exhausted walking down the corridor towards the bedchambers' section. You spotted a small balcony and decided to step out onto it to cool your heated skin down a bit. The cold wind of the night – because it was already night time when you finally left the salon – tickled your skin through your hair and your lips pulled into a smile. You couldn't get enough of this scenery of the night city below the castle. Suddenly you heard the tapping of horse hooves on ground from the gardens and spotted Loki's retreating form in the night his long green cape waving in the wind like the ocean.

"Are you curious, my princess?" asked suddenly someone from the neighboring balcony making you jump in your surprise. You snapped your head to the woman standing there to see Lady Lynn smiling back at you with an evil satisfied smile on her lips. She was beautiful out matching every noble lady around her but she was like a snake and acted like it.

"Should I be concerned?" you sighed rolling your eyes not really wanting to hear her false words.

"The prince is visiting a lady whenever he can sneak out of the palace." she continued ignoring your reaction. You knew she expected you to get angry or jealous but you had no feelings for him and if he wished to see another you will let him. "I have heard that she is a beauty that has no match which must be ridiculous. Have you seen me?" she scoffed. "Anyway, they met here on a ball when they were younger. Everyone says they fell head over heels for each other..."

"And why would I care about it?" you asked coldly. "I am the one engaged with him. I am the one who stays in the palace. You should know as a noble that marriage for people like us never was about love. It is cold out here, you should go inside and leave me be if you wish not to catch a cold."

You lifted your hand and blew cold icy wind into her face. It wasn't magic, no. Ädranä's royal family were the ancestors of the ancient dragons who created their land. You couldn't change into a dragon of course but because you were their ancestor you had a little power over one of the elements and that was the air. Your brother was the river and your father was the earth. Your mother had no power like that because she was from a simple noble family.

Lady Lynn gasped and quickly went back inside in case you would decide to knock her off balance and over the railing of the balcony she was standing on. You sighed and returned to your chambers not long after. A lover. So that is why he left at night so often. You were surprised to feel disappointed. Why had you had feelings like that? He was nothing to you and will never mean anything even if you will be married to him. The fact that he could act civil with you didn't mean he could grow to love you. You admitted after thinking for a long time wide awake in your bed that maybe you were too careless and let yourself start to like him.

Time skip~

Your days were dutiful but you could still find a small free time to sit down and read. Queen Frigga decided to join you with some tea as company in the library. Your mind was racing with the questions you wanted to ask her but you wanted to stay silent for now. You were curious as to who this secret lady was. You cursed yourself for being so nosy but it was bothering you since you spoke with Lady Lynn and that was a few days ago.

"Something is bothering you, my child." spoke up Queen Frigga in the silence you two were sitting in since she arrived. Your cheek grew hot and you averted your gaze to the carpeted floor.

"There is something I wanted to ask you... since a few days." you sighed after a long silence. You slowly looked up to look at her beautiful face anxiety filling you. "Why is Loki leaving the palace at night?"

You watched her eyes widen and her lips form a surprised 'o' before her expression grew sad and apologetic. She slowly put her book down, placed her cup back down to the small plate on the silver tray and leaned back in her chair putting her hands in her lap and staring straight forward. Your brow furrowed and tried to hide your worry.

"I should have informed you some time ago about it but... I could not do that to you." she sighed. "A long time ago, when my son was in his adolescent years, he met a girl around his age on a ball which we organized for the commoner. It was a great celebration for the victory of my husband over Vanaheim. Loki met this girl who was no one of importance and fell in love with her beauty and kind-heartedness. She had platinum blonde hair and beautiful cerulean blue eyes with plump pink lips and fair white skin. She was like a porcelain doll. But she was sickly that time already. Their relationship grew as their love. My husband never approved of it and even if I do not mind I never encouraged it supporting my husband. Many years passed and the girl grew more and more ill till she could not leave her room and now... she cannot leave her bed even. The best healers of the realm I have sent to her have said that she has a few months amongst the living yet."

"Oh..." you mumbled shocked and sad. A true fairy-tail without a happy ending. "How is Loki?"

"I believe that... he stays alone in his chambers just to avoid someone noticing his sadness. He believes it to be weakness to feel... to be sensitive about losing someone you hold close to your heart." Frigga smiled sadly at you.

"Can I meet her?" you asked without thinking. Your curiosity was stronger than you but you were eager to meet her. She sounded like a good person and if she could bring happiness into your soon to be husband's life than you will be happy for them and will thank her. That was the only thing you could do.

"Of course, my child." nodded the queen with a confused glint in her eyes.

"Will you lead me to her, my queen?" you stood up with a happy smile on your lips. Frigga stood up from her seat hesitantly and the two of you went down to the carriages to go out to the capital. Since the day you arrived you haven't spent a day down there and you were eager to see the commoner hurry on the streets, living their busy lives. How simple their lives must be. No scheming, no evil plans, no bad intentions, no corruption or deceit. No one to stab them in the back from their own family.

You stared out the window watching some commoner stop and stare in wonder at the royal carriage zip past them. Your mouth watered at the sight of cakes and biscuits and fruits near the market and your eyes shined up at the sight of a shop selling notebooks and pens. Frigga chuckled at your wonder but stayed silent till you arrived. She waited for you to leave the carriage in front of a small house. It was built from stone and its was not bigger than a cottage. You saw crackling fire through the single window at the front while Frigga knocked on the door waiting patiently for someone to open it. An old lady came out opening the door just a crack. Frigga smiled down to the old lady and asked for entrance. You stepped up to the queen to greet the old lady but earned a nasty glare from the elderly.

"Why are you here?!" she asked unfriendly as she looked you up and down.

"I just wished to meet the one who holds Loki's heart." you smiled kindly down at her with no malice. "Please, let us in... I wish to thank her for making him happy."

"I will stay in the room as the queen too. If you try anything..." she threatened as she opened the door to let you two in. You bowed to the old lady as you were taught back in your home giving your respect to elderly. Her eyes only narrowed at your behavior and you knew that you probably couldn't do anything to make her see that you came in peace. She led Frigga and you up on the stairs to a small room. You heard soft coughing coming from the room and when you stepped inside you spotted a delicate young woman around your age draw something curled up on the window seat in a white night gown. Her platinum blonde hair was messy and dry, her body thin and weak. When she looked at the visitors her eyes widened and she quickly got to her feet bowing to Frigga and you. Her balance was however not as good and easily fell on her side from the sudden movement.

You jumped into action without caring what the old lady thought or how she would yell at you. You rushed to her side and helped her up and back into a sitting position on the window seat. She looked up at you in surprise and with a grateful smile on her lips. She was beautiful. Even if she was bedridden. You felt a pang of jealous at how you were pampered by maids for two hours each morning but here she was so beautiful even when she had dark circles under her eyes and sickly pale skin. You smiled back kindly and stepped back from her.

"Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" you asked gently.

"N-no... thank you." she replied coughing a little. You didn't wait for permission and pulled out the chair from the desk in the corner offering it to Frigga. She thanked you and sat down before you pulled out another chair from the bedside. "M-my queen... did something happen to Loki? Is he alright?"

"Yes, my child, he is quite well." chuckled the blonde woman as she patted the other's knee. "I came to visit you with Princess (Name). When she learnt about you she wanted to see you."

You saw the white haired young woman's beautiful face fall as she glanced at you in panic. Your eyebrows curled in sadness that another person was thinking of you like a threat.

"Please, do not fret. I only wanted to say... thanks for caring about him." you said quietly surprising her quite some. "At first Loki and I... did not get along that well... but eventually I could make him see that this marriage which was forced on him was forced on me just as well. I am glad I can call him a friend nowadays and I am happy that he has someone who loves him dearly. Thank you for it."

"Wha-" she opened her mouth but couldn't find any words.

"I am sorry I startled you. Please, forgive me." you bowed your head a little as you sat on the chair your hands in your lap.

"You are really... that kind?" the girl breathed in disbelief.

"Um... I cannot tell you that I am kind to all... but I can see difference between friend and foe. I hope I can call you the former in the future." you smiled warmly back at her.

"You have to forgive me for doubting your kindness but this is so sudden..." she placed a hand in front of her mouth as she stared forward.

"Sygin, I can reassure you that there is no malice in her actions. (Name) was only curious to know you. You should see how all those children love her at the palace. She is doing an excellent job with teaching." smiled the queen at Sygin trying to end her doubts.

"I... I do not know what to say." sighed the white haired woman.

"Only that you will try to get to know me before judging." you stood up from your seat. "My queen, I believe it is time we leave Lady Sygin to rest. I wish not to disturb."

"Alright." smiled Frigga at Sygin as she stood up as well and left the room with you. You tried to not take it to heart that she couldn't trust you. You were however determined to get to know her and show her that you were only grateful for her to take care of Loki. You knew you would never get the chance to do that.

The ride back to the palace was quicker than the way out. You exchanged no words with the queen as you thought of how could you change Sygin's mind about you. You expected her to tell Loki about you and when that would happen, you had to be prepared for whatever words he would throw at your head.

Time skip~

Weeks went fast and each time you saw Loki leave the palace at night you wished to not receive his rage the next day. You decided to give Sygin some time to think before you would visit again. You went down to the kitchen to see the chef. Of course all of the cooks and chefs were afraid of what you would want when you showed up at the door of the kitchen. You laughed at how their hands stopped and eyes widened at your sight at the door.

It took them some time to see that you were not going to yell at them. When you asked one of the chefs to teach you how to make muffins he paled. You had to reassure him that Odin would not punish him for anything.

"No, no, no, no, no! I am not here to test you or anything of the sort!" you lifted your hands and walked up to the man who grasped at his chest. "I have friend who I promised muffins by my own hands and I wish to learn how to bake them. Could you teach me?"

"B-b-b-b-ut, your highness, there is no need for you to bake them yourself! We can do it for you, you just need to ask." he protested. You huffed a little annoyed.

"I am not my fiancé, alright?!" you narrowed your eyes. "I will never send anyone to jail for something that is not their fault or a fault at all. I am only asking you to help me out. I promised my friend that I can learn something which I have never done. I wish to fulfill my promise."

Norrec as he was called sighed defeated but somewhat relieved and agreed to it. You smiled brightly at him and followed him further into the kitchen following his every order. Someone strew some flour on your dress and immediately everyone paled. You looked up and started laughing.

"Oh, look at your faces! Ahahahaha!" you laughed. "I am sorry! I just- ahahahaha! Please, do not-, you do not need to apologize. It can be washed out. It is just flour."

"Are you really not mad at... me?" asked the cook who strew the flour on you surprised and more like out of shock.

"No, no. Everything is alright." you patted his shoulder with a kind smile. Your face fell a little as an idea popped into your mind. "Um... I have to ask. Are there rumors about me? Or is it about that every royal member treats you unkindly?"

"Well, Princess... yes. You are of royal blood. Usually people from your level only polite with each other. Queen Frigga of course is different but... she is still of royal." spoke up Norrec. "Your actions are not... usual."

"That is sad... I was taught to appreciate my people. That I should be thankful for all of you and be kind to you. No harm was done by a little flour falling on my skirt. And please, do not fear to approach me with anything." you smiled warmly at them. You noticed how their behavior changed quickly. They turned friendly from distant and you felt happy. When the muffins were finished you clasped your hands happily and gave a kiss to Norrec on his cheek making him blush.

You quickly changed out of your dress into a clean one picked up the small basket filled with the muffins from the kitchen and left the palace. You only asked for a horse and quickly fled the scene. You never had official riding lessons however you pleaded with your father's best swordsman until he sighed an agreed and taught you. As you rode you tried to turn the right corners and when you felt lost you jumped off the horse and asked a woman of where you could find Sygin's house. She was frightened that you were so straight forward but couldn't help but smile back when you said your goodbyes and wished her a good day. You quickly found the house and your heart pumped loudly in your chest as you approached the door. You knocked on the wooden surface and waited until the old lady opened the it.

"What do you want?!" she asked rudely.

"I thought I could show you that I came in peace? I brought muffins!" you beamed down at her but she slammed the door in your face. You sighed defeated. You turned back to your horse and petted her smiling sadly. You jumped back on her and went back to the palace. You gave the muffins to your maids.

Every second day you made muffins down in the kitchen every time brought to Sygin and was rejected. You were a little disappointed but decided to not give up. You will try until they would hear you out.

Sygin's PoV.

She came back. Everyday she came back with a basket in her hand. Sygin didn't know what to think of the princess but her determination impressed her. The young woman couldn't decide what the princess possible could want from her. Why would she want to know her? She was in the way of her marriage. She was in the way of her happiness. To grab the power or whatever noble people fought for.

As days passed and Sygin watch the princess get rejected by Holena again she noticed something glistening (Name)'s eyes. She sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath. She was standing there for a long time, Sygin thought she wouldn't leave and would bang on the door forcing her way inside when the princess was approached by children. The children tugged at her beautiful dress and it seemed like they tried to comfort their princess. The white haired girl had to hear what they were talking about and opened the window looking out to the street below.

"Please do not cry, your highness!" tried to hug a little girl (Name) around her large skirt at her legs. It made (Name) giggle and crouch down to the children's level. She patted her blonde hair and hugged her to her chest. The other children hugged the princess too.

"How sweet this is of you all!" smiled brightly at them (Name). "I am afraid that I will never get to know the one who I thought could be my ally. She seems so kind, so good-hearted. And she is so beautiful... I am so jealous of her beauty sometimes. But she makes my friend so happy. I feel the need to show my gratitude to her."

"But Loki is your fiancé... not your friend... you will marry him!" furrowed her eyebrows confused another little girl with brown hair and green eyes.

"None of us was in love with the other when we were engaged. I tried to run away, to hide in the tiniest place to never be found again. We do not love each other and even if I would love Prince Loki... I know he would never love me back. He already loves someone who makes him happy. And I cannot wish anything more for myself than to see him happy even if it is with another."

Sygin wanted to think that it was all an act, that the princess paid for the children to gather around her and make an act but she couldn't. She saw the tears that left the princess' eyes, running down her cheeks. Sygin couldn't agree with the princess however. She wasn't as beautiful as (Name) said she was. She was jealous of the princess of how close she could be all day to Loki and how she didn't need to stay in bed all day.

"You trust her." spoke up suddenly Holena behind her but she didn't flinch.

"You still think she has malevolent intentions?" Sygin asked back still looking down at the princess talking to the children smiling at them brightly and hugging them before standing up and making her way to her horse her basket now empty. Sygin knew she had to act. "Hey, princess (Name)! Maybe we should talk!"

Her voice was weak and she cursed that she erupted in a coughing fit. Holena helped her back to her bed and went to open the door. When the old lady came back (Name) following her Sygin nodded as a greeting to the princess. (Name) erupted in a bright smile and lifted her basket.

"I made all of them for you but... there is just one left. I hope you accept it even if it is not much." she smiled apologetically at Sygin. The white haired young woman couldn't understand this princess. Why was she so kind? So straight forward? So approachable?

"You made them?" Sygin asked in disbelief.

"I... uh... yes..." she lowered her head. "Maybe they do not taste as good as the royal chef's but I followed his instructions. Maybe I was bothering him by following him around until he let me do it but... I hope they taste alright..."

"Do not just stand in the door, girly." spoke up Holena surprising both of them. "What? Now that you are inside you should stay a little. Sit where you can."

The old lady left the two of them along in a nervous silence. Sygin closed her eyes before she reached for the muffin in the basket. She carefully pealed the paper off and took a small piece off of it with her fingers. She put it in her mouth carefully and chewed slowly. It tasted so good she almost couldn't suppress a moan.

"So? Is it okay?" asked eagerly (Name) her eyes sparkling excitedly.

"Y-yeah..." furrowed her eyebrows Sygin. "What do you really want with this?"

"I just... I just would like to get to know you a little better... and show you that I do not want to cause you harm or would not hurt you with my words." (Name) answered sadness showing on her beautiful face.

"You are a princess. People like you always has something behind their words and actions. A purpose, a reason, a goal to achieve." rolled her eyes Sygin. She watched the princess' features' turn hard and disappointed.

"I came from a different culture than you, my lady... You all speak like you know that there is something behind my kindness. What if I am just kind? What if I have no purpose? No goal? I have met those kind of princesses you are used to and I have to agree you are right to not trust them. But would any of them try so desperately to know you? They would call you a commoner... and even if you are, that does not mean I can look down on you just because I have royal blood in my veins." (Name) replied.

"But even if that is true... why would you want to become my friend? You must have your friends." asked further Sygin.

"It is not I who need friends." (Name) shook her head. "I have friends who I hold dearly to my heart. Do you have friends who visit you from time to time other than Loki? Did the ones you had stay on your side when they learnt that you were sick?"

"Then go back to them." hissed Sygin at (Name). A long silence took place between them but none of them moved. The princess stood up and went to the window closing it before picking up the drawings from the window seat.

"You are alike, you know?" asked (Name) with a smirk on her lips. Sygin looked at her confused as the princess looked back up at her. 'With Loki. He doubted my intentions when I arrived... he was rude and ignored me if we were in the same room. I wanted to change that but not for him to grow to love me. Oh, no. I know I am not like someone he would ever love after meeting you... but now that we will be forced to live our lives bonded together like that... I wish to not bicker around with him all the time."

"You will still live your life with him... which I can never do." tears gathered in Sygin's eyes as she looked down at her lap knowing... feeling the end coming to her. Each night she went to sleep with the thought of never getting up again. Death still frightened her and her heart was aching for Loki. She didn't want him to feel sad, to feel the pain of losing her. Yet she was so selfish to wish he would visit her again to talk all night long, to kiss his lips, to hold him tight. Gentle arms snaked around her and pulled her tight into a warm embrace. Soft (h/c) hair brushed against her cheek as she was hugged by Princess (Name).

"I am so sorry..." whispered the princess rubbing her back soothingly. Sygin's eyes widened as she felt something familiar coming from (Name). Something like her mother would've been who died when she was young. Sygin held tightly to (Name) as she cried sobbing and shaking violently. They sat there for a long time until she calmed down into a sleep.

To be continued...

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