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amethystarachnid · 6 days ago

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Hey! I wanted to request Loki x reader fanfic. Can it be arranged marriage with slow burn au where the reader is a princess of a small kingdom who never thought she'd be marrying into a higher kingdom let alone Asgard. So is surprised when is betrothed to loki. She tried to give him benifit of doubt but we'll he acts like an ass and she decides to give it to him back equally. They both banter and throw sarcastic jibes during the courting period and after the marriage but over time they become friends and then lovers. Maybe She calls odin out on his bullshit and bias towards thor, and all the fun family dynamics with frigga and thor.

Thank you! And wishing you a happy new year!✨🍀

THE ROYAL LOVERS

⤷ LOKY LAUFEYSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, some angst and some fluff

ᯓ★ Requests status: open (only by asks)

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 11k (I dont think I can make it more slow burn than this lol)

ᯓ★ Summary: just what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing I think

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You sit in the grand hall of your father’s castle, the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the cold marble floors. The room feels heavier than usual, the weight of your father’s words pressing down on your chest. Betrothed. You turn the word over in your mind, trying to make sense of it, trying to figure out how this has become your reality.

“To one of Asgard’s princes?” you repeat, unable to mask the disbelief in your tone.

Your father nods, his expression grave yet tinged with pride. “Yes, daughter. This alliance is a great honor for our kingdom. A union with Asgard strengthens our position, ensures our prosperity, and secures peace for generations to come.”

Peace. Prosperity. You’ve heard these words countless times before, always in speeches or during court gatherings when foreign diplomats visit. Now they’re being used as the justification for altering the course of your entire life.

You swallow hard. “And which prince?”

A pause stretches between you, long enough for your heart to skip several anxious beats. Your father finally answers, his voice calm, though his eyes betray some unease. “Prince Loki.”

The name settles over you like a shadow. You’ve heard stories of Asgard, of its golden spires and indomitable warriors. Tales of its princes, too—Thor, the golden-haired god of thunder, beloved by all, and Loki, the sharp-tongued trickster whose reputation is far more ambiguous.

You straighten in your chair, forcing yourself to remain composed despite the storm building inside you. “I see. And when am I to meet this... prince?”

“Soon,” your father says. “King Odin and Queen Frigga have agreed to host a meeting at their palace. You will accompany me to Asgard in three days' time.”

Three days. That’s all the time you have to prepare yourself for the encounter that will determine your future. You nod stiffly and rise from your seat, excusing yourself from the conversation.

Once you’re alone in your chambers, the weight of it all crashes down on you. You pace the room, the rich fabrics of your dress swishing around your legs, your mind racing. Betrothed to a prince of Asgard. It sounds like something out of a storybook, but you’re no naïve dreamer. You know enough to understand the realities of political alliances.

Still, you can’t help but wonder: why would Asgard—a kingdom so vast and powerful it dwarfs your own—be interested in such a union?

Three days later, you stand before the shimmering Bifrost Bridge, its prismatic light almost blinding. The sight of it steals your breath, though you quickly compose yourself as the Asgardian guards usher you and your father toward the grand palace that looms in the distance.

The palace is even more magnificent than the stories described, its golden towers piercing the sky, its halls adorned with treasures from realms beyond your imagination.

You feel small here, insignificant. But you refuse to let it show.

In the throne room, King Odin sits atop his gilded seat, his presence commanding, even intimidating. Beside him stands Queen Frigga, her beauty and poise as striking as the rumors claimed. The sight of her eases your nerves slightly; she seems kind, her gentle smile a stark contrast to the stern expressions of her husband and the guards flanking the room.

And then you see him.

Prince Loki.

He stands a step behind his parents, dressed in sleek black and green, the golden accents of his attire catching the light. His dark hair is neatly combed back, his pale features sharp and angular. There’s an air of arrogance about him, a cool detachment that only adds to his enigmatic aura.

Your father bows, and you quickly follow suit, keeping your gaze fixed on the floor.

“Your Majesties,” your father begins, his voice steady. “It is an honor to stand before you. I thank you for welcoming us into your home.”

Odin nods curtly, his single eye fixed on your father. “We are pleased to have you here. This alliance is of great importance to both our realms.”

Frigga steps forward, her smile warm. “And you must be the princess,” she says, addressing you directly.

You lift your head, meeting her gaze. “Yes, Your Majesty. It is a privilege to be here.”

Frigga’s smile widens, and for a moment, you feel at ease. But the feeling is short-lived as you catch Loki’s gaze. He’s watching you, his expression unreadable.

“Loki,” Odin says, gesturing toward you. “This is the princess, your betrothed.”

The words hang in the air like a thunderclap. Loki’s lips curl into a faint, almost dismissive smirk. He inclines his head slightly but says nothing.

You suppress the urge to bristle. Fine, you think. If he’s going to be curt, so be it.

Frigga notices the tension and steps in, her voice soothing. “Why don’t the two of you take a moment to speak privately? Get to know one another.”

Your father nods in agreement. “An excellent idea.”

Before you can protest, you’re being led to a nearby chamber, Loki following behind you at a leisurely pace. Once the door closes, you turn to face him, your hands clasped tightly in front of you.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence is thick, uncomfortable.

“So,” you begin, forcing yourself to sound calm. “It seems we are to be married.”

Loki leans against the nearest wall, his arms crossed over his chest. “Indeed. Though I must admit, I find the arrangement rather curious.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Curious? In what way?”

He shrugs, his tone casual but laced with condescension. “Our kingdoms are not exactly equals. One might wonder what my father hopes to gain from such a union.”

The words sting, but you refuse to let him see it. Instead, you smile sweetly, matching his tone. “Perhaps he hopes I’ll teach you some manners.”

Loki’s eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he regains his composure. “Manners? How quaint. I wasn’t aware my betrothed was a tutor.”

You take a step closer, meeting his gaze head-on. “And I wasn’t aware mine was a child.”

His smirk falters, and for a moment, you think you’ve won. But then he chuckles, low and amused. “You have spirit, I’ll give you that. It’s almost endearing.”

“Almost?” you echo, tilting your head. “I’ll take that as a compliment, though I doubt you intended it as one.”

Loki studies you for a moment, his green eyes piercing. “You’re not what I expected.”

“And neither are you,” you reply, refusing to look away.

The tension in the room is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging between you. Finally, Loki straightens, his expression unreadable once more.

“This should be interesting,” he says, his voice quiet but carrying an edge.

You don’t respond, watching as he strides toward the door and leaves without another word.

When you return to the throne room, Frigga gives you a knowing look, as if she can sense the clash of wills that just occurred.

“I trust you had a productive conversation,” she says gently.

You offer her a polite smile. “It was... enlightening.”

Loki says nothing, his expression calm but his eyes glinting with something you can’t quite place.

As the meeting concludes and you prepare to return to your chambers at Asgard for now, you can’t shake the feeling that this is only the beginning of a battle of wits and wills. And for the first time since hearing of the betrothal, you find yourself almost looking forward to the challenge.

The news spreads faster than you’d expect. Within days of the announcement, the realms are abuzz with the most unlikely engagement of the century: Loki, the so-called “trickster prince” of Asgard, and you, the princess of a modest but proud kingdom.

You learn of the reactions secondhand—your father shares reports from neighboring realms, some of which range from incredulous laughter to outright disbelief. Even within Asgard, whispers fill the air. Servants, courtiers, even the warriors of the great halls exchange furtive glances as you pass, clearly wondering how and why such a union has come to be.

You, however, have no answers for them.

Forced to stay in Asgard for the duration of your courtship, you find yourself in a whirlwind of carefully orchestrated meetings, formal dinners, and—most excruciating of all—dates.

The first one is planned with all the subtlety of a lightning bolt. Frigga herself announces it over breakfast, her tone pleasant but brooking no argument.

“The two of you will take a walk through the gardens this afternoon,” she says, her serene expression giving no indication that this is a royal decree rather than a suggestion. “It’s a lovely day, and I’m sure you’ll find the fresh air invigorating.”

Loki, seated across from you at the lavish dining table, barely looks up from his plate. “Invigorating,” he echoes dryly, his tone implying that being dragged into the sunlight is the last thing he finds appealing.

You sip your tea, determined not to let him ruin your mood. “It sounds delightful,” you say, forcing a bright smile.

When the time comes, the “walk” is as awkward as you anticipated. The gardens of Asgard are, of course, stunning, with vibrant flowers and towering trees that look as though they were sculpted by the gods themselves. But the beauty of your surroundings does little to ease the tension between you and your betrothed.

“You seem thrilled to be here,” you remark as you stroll along a cobblestone path, glancing at Loki. He walks a step ahead of you, his hands clasped behind his back and his expression neutral.

“I’m beside myself with joy,” he replies without missing a beat.

You roll your eyes. “If you hate this so much, why not just tell your parents you’re not interested? I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Loki stops, turning to face you with an arched brow. “You think I haven’t tried? My father, as you may have noticed, is not particularly accommodating when it comes to matters of ‘duty.’”

You shrug. “Neither is mine. But at least I’m trying to make the best of it.”

“Ah, yes,” Loki says, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re positively brimming with enthusiasm. Tell me, is sarcasm a custom in your kingdom, or is it just your natural talent?”

“It’s a survival skill,” you shoot back, crossing your arms. “Particularly useful when dealing with insufferable princes.”

Loki laughs—a genuine laugh, though he quickly masks it with a cough. “Touché.”

The rest of the walk is less tense, though the banter continues. By the time you return to the palace, you’re both mildly annoyed but also—if you’re honest with yourself—mildly entertained.

The dates that follow are no less eventful.

One afternoon, you’re coerced into accompanying Loki to the library, which he claims is his “sanctuary.” You quickly learn that by “sanctuary,” he means a place where he can hide from people and indulge in his penchant for mocking their intellectual inadequacies.

“You know,” you say, trailing your fingers along the spines of ancient tomes as Loki lounges in a nearby chair, “if you put half as much effort into being pleasant as you do into being smug, you might actually be tolerable.”

“Why would I aim for tolerable when I can achieve perfection?” he counters, not looking up from his book.

You grab the nearest volume and plop it unceremoniously onto the table in front of him. “Here. Enlighten me, oh wise one.”

Loki picks up the book, glances at the title, and smirks. “A Beginner’s Guide to Asgardian History? How quaint.”

You grin, leaning on the table. “Well, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with anything too advanced.”

For a moment, his eyes meet yours, and you swear you see a flicker of amusement there. Then he closes the book with a theatrical sigh. “Very well. Sit, and I’ll educate you—though I can’t promise you’ll retain anything.”

By the end of the afternoon, you’ve learned more about Asgardian history than you ever thought you’d care to know. And, despite his constant teasing, Loki is an excellent teacher.

Another date—a “ride” across the Bifrost on enchanted steeds—proves to be even more chaotic.

“Have you ever ridden a horse before?” Loki asks as you mount your steed, his tone suggesting he already knows the answer.

“Of course,” you reply confidently, though your grip on the reins betrays your nerves.

As the horses take off, galloping across the shimmering bridge, you quickly realize that Asgardian steeds are not like those of your kingdom. They’re faster, stronger, and seemingly unbothered by the laws of gravity.

You let out an involuntary squeal as your horse leaps into the air, soaring above the bridge for a heart-stopping moment before landing gracefully.

Behind you, Loki laughs—an infuriating, delighted sound. “Having fun, princess?”

“Shut up!” you shout, gripping the reins tighter.

By the time the ride is over, your hair is a mess, your heart is pounding, and you’re thoroughly mortified. Loki, of course, looks as composed as ever.

“Well,” he says as you dismount, his smirk firmly in place, “that was exhilarating. Shall we go again?”

You glare at him, brushing strands of hair from your face. “Don’t push your luck.”

Despite the constant banter, you find yourself… not hating his company as much as you expected. Loki, for all his arrogance, is undeniably clever, and his sharp wit keeps you on your toes. He’s also surprisingly observant, occasionally making remarks that reveal a deeper understanding of you than you’re comfortable admitting.

For his part, Loki seems to enjoy sparring with you, though he never lets on too much. There are moments when his smirk softens, when his eyes linger on yours a little longer than necessary. But just as quickly, he retreats behind his usual façade of indifference.

The days pass, and the courtship continues, much to the amusement of the palace staff and the frustration of your parents.

“They’re impossible,” Odin mutters one evening after dinner, watching as you and Loki exchange yet another round of playful insults.

“They’re perfect for each other,” Frigga replies with a smile, her gaze warm as she watches the two of you.

Perfect. You wouldn’t go that far. But as you lie awake in your chambers that night, replaying the day’s events in your mind, you can’t deny that something about Loki intrigues you.

And though you’d never admit it, you’re starting to think that this arrangement might not be so terrible after all.

The day of your wedding looms ever closer, and Asgard hums with preparations. The golden halls are adorned with garlands of flowers, banners bearing the crests of your kingdom and Asgard hang side by side, and the palace is abuzz with activity. Servants scurry to and fro, courtiers gossip behind jeweled fans, and Frigga oversees every detail with her characteristic grace.

You, meanwhile, feel like a tightly coiled spring, caught between nervous anticipation and the persistent irritation that comes from dealing with Loki.

If the prince’s attitude was difficult before, it’s positively maddening now. You’re not sure what changed, but he’s been colder, more distant, his biting remarks sharper than usual.

One day, as you’re walking through the palace gardens, you decide to confront him.

“Alright, what’s your problem?” you demand, stepping in front of him and blocking his path.

Loki arches a brow, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to corner him. “You’ll have to be more specific, princess. I have so many.”

You cross your arms. “Don’t play coy. You’ve been acting like an even bigger ass than usual lately, and I want to know why.”

His lips curl into a smirk, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You flatter me with your concern.”

“I’m serious, Loki.” Your voice softens, though your gaze remains firm. “If I’ve done something to upset you, just tell me.”

For a moment, his expression falters, and you think he might actually answer you. But then his smirk returns, colder than before.

“Perhaps I’m simply preparing you for the reality of being married to me,” he says, his tone light but laced with something darker.

Your stomach twists, but you refuse to let him see how much his words sting. “Fine,” you snap. “Be an ass. See if I care.”

You storm off, leaving him standing in the garden, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

The tension between you only worsens with the arrival of Thor.

The golden-haired prince returns from a long mission, his presence immediately commanding attention wherever he goes. Thor is everything Loki is not—open, friendly, and effortlessly charming. He greets you with a beaming smile, his blue eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

“You must be the princess,” he says, clasping your hand in his large, calloused one. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Good things, I hope,” you reply, returning his smile.

“Of course!” Thor’s laughter booms through the hall, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. “I can see now why my brother is so reluctant to share his time with you. He must be afraid I’ll steal you away!”

You laugh politely, though the comment catches you off guard. Before you can respond, Loki appears at Thor’s side, his expression carefully neutral.

“Thor,” he says smoothly, his tone deceptively light. “How delightful of you to join us. I see you’ve already met my betrothed.”

“Indeed, I have!” Thor claps a hand on Loki’s shoulder, grinning. “She’s delightful. You’re a lucky man, brother.”

Loki’s smile tightens, and you swear you see his jaw clench. “Yes,” he says, his voice a touch colder. “Lucky indeed.”

From that moment on, Loki’s demeanor shifts even further. He grows colder, more distant, and his once playful banter becomes outright cutting.

During a dinner with Thor and the royal family, you find yourself on the receiving end of one of his more caustic remarks.

“Tell me, princess,” Loki drawls, leaning back in his chair. “Have you been enjoying your time here in Asgard? Or is it too overwhelming for someone from such... modest origins?”

The table falls silent, all eyes turning to you. Thor frowns, clearly disapproving of his brother’s behavior, while Frigga gives Loki a sharp look.

You take a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Oh, it’s been lovely,” you reply sweetly. “Though I must admit, the company has been a bit... mixed.”

Thor bursts out laughing, while Loki’s eyes narrow dangerously.

“Well played, princess,” he says, his voice low and icy.

The tension between you only seems to escalate as the days pass, culminating in a heated argument the night before the wedding.

“You know,” you say, standing in the middle of the grand hall where the ceremony will take place, “if you’re so miserable about this marriage, why don’t you just call it off?”

“And bring shame to both our kingdoms?” Loki replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I think not.”

“Shame?” You scoff. “Oh, please. Everyone knows you don’t want this any more than I do.”

“And yet here we are,” he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger.

The argument spirals, both of you hurling insults and accusations until you’re both breathing heavily, standing far too close to each other.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The air crackles with tension, and you half-expect Loki to say something cruel, something to end the conversation once and for all.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he steps back, his expression unreadable. “Goodnight, princess,” he says quietly, before turning on his heel and walking away.

You’re left standing alone in the empty hall, your chest tight and your mind racing.

The day of the wedding arrives, and you wake with a mixture of dread and resignation. You’re dressed in an elaborate gown, the finest your kingdom has ever produced, and escorted to the ceremony by your father and a contingent of Asgardian guards.

The hall is packed with dignitaries and guests from across the realms, their eyes fixed on you as you make your way down the aisle. At the end of it stands Loki, dressed in black and gold, his expression a perfect mask of calm.

As you approach, you search his face for any sign of emotion, any hint of the man you’ve gotten to know over the past weeks. But he gives nothing away.

The ceremony proceeds smoothly, the vows exchanged without incident. But as you stand before the gathered crowd, your hand resting in Loki’s, you can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted between you.

When the officiant finally declares you husband and wife, Loki leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “The games begin, princess.”

You pull back slightly, meeting his gaze with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “Bring it on, prince.”

The crowd erupts in applause, oblivious to the battle of wills raging between the two of you.

And as Loki leads you down the aisle, his hand resting lightly on yours, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds for this strange, tempestuous union. One thing is certain: life with Loki will never be dull.

The wedding feast is a blur of golden light, laughter, and endless toasts. Your smile is painted on, your cheeks aching as guests from every realm offer their congratulations. Loki plays his part impeccably, charming the crowd with his wit and occasional glances in your direction that are just shy of affectionate.

Inside, you feel like a tightly coiled spring, wound tighter with every passing moment. You know what comes after the feast. The thought sits heavy in your chest, making it hard to breathe.

The hour grows late, and when the last of the guests have finally departed, you’re escorted to the chambers that have been prepared for you and Loki. The halls seem longer than usual, the distance to your destination stretching endlessly as your nerves build.

When you reach the door, the servants offer you both polite bows before disappearing down the corridor, leaving you and Loki alone.

He opens the door, gesturing for you to step inside. His expression is unreadable, though his usual smirk is noticeably absent.

The chambers are stunning, of course—richly furnished and illuminated by soft, flickering candlelight. But all you can focus on is the massive bed at the center of the room, its silken sheets and embroidered pillows looking more like a throne than a place to rest.

Loki closes the door behind you, and you hear the faint click of the lock.

You stand frozen in the middle of the room, your hands clasped tightly in front of you as you stare at the bed.

“Well,” Loki says after a moment, his voice breaking the tense silence. “I suppose this is the part where we consummate the marriage.”

Your stomach flips, and you force yourself to turn and look at him. “I... I know,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

Loki studies you, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. Then, to your surprise, he sighs and moves to the nearest chair, sinking into it with an almost theatrical air of exasperation.

“Let’s make one thing perfectly clear,” he says, resting his elbow on the armrest and propping his chin on his hand. “I have no intention of forcing you—or myself, for that matter—into anything tonight.”

You blink, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he replies, his tone dry, “that we don’t actually have to do anything. All anyone needs to know is that we sayit happened. As long as we both stick to the story, no one will be the wiser.”

Relief floods through you, so sudden and intense that your knees nearly buckle. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly,” he says, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “I find the idea of spending the night in awkward silence far more appealing than the alternative.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, nodding quickly. “Alright. I... I agree.”

“Good.” He stands and moves to the other side of the room, unfastening his cloak and draping it over a chair. “We’ll sleep in the same bed—appearances and all that—but I promise to stay on my side. You won’t even know I’m there.”

You hesitate, glancing at the bed again. “Alright,” you say softly, your voice steadier now.

Loki changes into a loose tunic and trousers while you slip behind a screen to remove your elaborate gown and don a simple nightdress. When you emerge, he’s already lying on one side of the bed, his back to you.

You climb in cautiously, keeping to the very edge of your side. The mattress dips slightly under your weight, and you can feel the faint warmth of Loki’s presence, though you’re careful not to look at him.

The silence stretches between you, heavy but not entirely uncomfortable.

“Goodnight, princess,” Loki says after a while, his voice quiet but laced with his usual sarcasm.

“Goodnight, Loki,” you reply, your lips curving into a faint smile despite yourself.

The next morning, you’re awoken by a knock at the door. Loki groans softly, rolling onto his back but making no move to get up.

“Come in,” he calls lazily.

The door opens, and a group of servants enters, carrying trays of breakfast and fresh clothing. They’re followed by Frigga, who takes one look at the rumpled bed and your mussed hair and smiles knowingly.

“I trust you both slept well,” she says, her tone light but her eyes sharp with curiosity.

Loki sits up, running a hand through his disheveled hair and flashing her a lazy grin. “Like babes in a cradle, Mother.”

You flush, quickly busying yourself with the tea that one of the servants has placed on the bedside table.

Frigga’s gaze lingers on the two of you for a moment longer before she nods, clearly satisfied. “Good. The court will be eager to hear that the union has been properly sealed.”

You nearly choke on your tea, but Loki remains perfectly composed, raising an eyebrow at his mother. “Of course,” he says smoothly. “They needn’t worry about that.”

Frigga gives him a pointed look, then turns to leave, her skirts sweeping gracefully behind her.

When the door closes, you let out a shaky breath, your cheeks still burning.

“Well,” Loki says, leaning back against the headboard with a smirk. “That was convincing enough, wouldn’t you say?”

You glare at him, though there’s no real heat in it. “You could have warned me she’d ask.”

“And deprive myself of the pleasure of seeing you flustered?” He grins, clearly enjoying himself.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of public appearances and well-wishes from guests and courtiers. You and Loki play your roles to perfection, standing side by side and accepting congratulations with polite smiles.

But every so often, you catch Loki’s eye, and there’s a flicker of something there—something you can’t quite define.

As the sun sets and the festivities wind down, you find yourself wondering if this strange, tentative partnership might become something more.

The passing weeks blur in a mix of royal duties, public appearances, and private moments that seem far too fleeting. You and Loki settle into an unexpected, but not unwelcome, routine. It’s not one born out of affection, nor of any deep romantic feeling—at least not on your part—but something else entirely.

It’s friendship, of sorts, though it has an edge of guardedness on both sides.

Loki is still as sarcastic as ever, his barbed words often making you want to throw a pillow at him, but there’s a subtle shift in his attitude. He doesn’t try to make you uncomfortable, nor does he push you into situations that force your discomfort. Instead, he lets the two of you share moments of quiet companionship, moments that pass without him demanding anything more than just… being together.

At times, you even catch him offering a rare, genuine smile when the two of you exchange witty banter, the edge of coldness in his eyes softening for just a moment before it’s hidden away again.

It’s those moments—small, fleeting—that make you begin to wonder if there’s more to Loki than meets the eye.

But then, every time Thor is around, Loki retreats into himself. His demeanor hardens, his eyes become colder, and the playful teasing he once directed at you disappears, replaced by something almost resembling disdain.

It’s frustrating. You had grown used to Loki’s sharp wit and dry humor, but around Thor, he becomes a stranger. It’s as though he’s a different person entirely.

It’s in those moments that you realize just how much Thor’s presence affects Loki. The way his brother’s easy charm and warmth seem to have earned him the favor of everyone around them, especially their father, Odin.

The stark contrast between the two brothers becomes painfully obvious during family dinners.

On this particular evening, you’re seated at the grand table in the palace hall, flanked by Frigga on one side and Thor on the other. Loki sits at the far end, his posture rigid and his eyes fixed on his plate. The tension between the two brothers is palpable, though it’s subtle, buried beneath layers of carefully crafted politeness.

Frigga chats lightly with Thor about his latest battle, her soft voice carrying through the room. You listen attentively, though a part of you can’t help but glance over at Loki.

You can feel the weight of his silence, the way he seems to withdraw into himself whenever Thor speaks. Loki only offers the occasional half-hearted comment, his tone distant, as if he’s not really a part of the conversation.

Frigga, ever perceptive, seems to notice as well. She glances between Loki and Thor, her expression one of quiet concern.

“Loki,” she says gently, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken understanding, “is there something you wish to add?”

Loki straightens slightly but doesn’t look up from his plate. “No, Mother. I’m simply… observing.”

You can’t help but notice the way his jaw clenches, his gaze still fixed on his food as though he’s avoiding looking anyone in the eye.

Thor, ever the optimist, tries to break the tension. “Come now, brother. Surely you have a better tale to tell than mine. You’ve always been the more… creative one when it comes to storytelling.”

Loki’s eyes flicker toward Thor, but the look he gives his brother is colder than you’ve ever seen it. There’s something there, something unspoken that hangs heavy in the air between them.

“I have no tales to tell,” Loki replies coolly, his voice flat. “Not tonight.”

The silence that follows is thick, awkward. You shift in your seat, unsure of what to say, and Frigga clears her throat, clearly attempting to shift the atmosphere.

“I’m sure Loki has many stories to share when he’s in the mood, Thor,” she says, giving her son a kind smile. “But for now, perhaps we should allow him the peace to enjoy his meal in silence.”

Thor seems to take the hint, though there’s a flicker of confusion in his eyes as he nods. “Of course, Mother.”

But you notice the way he glances at Loki one last time before he turns his attention to you. He smiles, his usual warmth returning.

“It’s good to see you again, Princess,” Thor says, his voice easy and kind. “I trust you’ve settled in well?”

You smile back, grateful for the change of subject. “Yes, thank you, Thor. Asgard has been… more than welcoming.”

Loki stays silent, his fork moving absently as he pushes food around on his plate. You try not to let your gaze linger too long on him, but it’s difficult to ignore the way he seems to withdraw further with each passing moment.

Later, after the dinner has ended and the courtiers have dispersed, you find yourself walking the halls of the palace, your thoughts a tangled mess.

Loki’s behavior continues to trouble you. It’s clear that there’s something between him and Thor, something deep and unresolved. You can sense it in the way Loki acts when his brother is near, the way he retreats inward, shutting everyone else out.

And then there’s Odin. You’ve seen it too—the way the Allfather seems to favor Thor in ways that Loki could never seem to earn. The way Odin’s praise comes effortlessly to Thor, while Loki is left in the shadows, forced to fight for every scrap of recognition.

You’ve begun to notice the small things—the way Loki’s expression shifts when Odin speaks to Thor, or how he watches them both with an almost painful intensity when they stand together.

It’s hard to ignore the dynamic between them. Loki’s desire to prove himself to his father, to gain his approval in a way that seems perpetually out of reach, is something you can’t help but empathize with.

But you don’t know how to talk about it, how to approach him without making things worse.

That night, after the dinner, you retreat to your chambers, the silence of the room settling around you like a weight. Loki is already there, seated on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he stares out the window.

The flickering light from the torch on the wall casts shadows across his face, making his expression seem distant and closed off.

You hesitate in the doorway, unsure of what to say. But the longer you stand there, the more the words seem to push their way out.

“Loki,” you begin, your voice tentative, “I know things have been… difficult lately.”

Loki doesn’t turn around, but his shoulders tense at the sound of your voice. “Difficult? You mean the constant parade of Thor’s victories and Father’s adoration?” His words are sharp, laced with bitterness.

You step further into the room, your heart aching at the venom in his tone. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you say quietly. “But I can see it, Loki. I can see how much it hurts you.”

For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence. Then, Loki sighs deeply, rubbing his temples as if trying to stave off a headache.

“I don’t need your pity,” he mutters. “I don’t need anyone’s pity.”

You take a careful step closer, your voice soft. “I’m not pitying you, Loki. I’m just… I just don’t want you to feel alone in this.”

He laughs bitterly, his shoulders shaking as he turns to face you. “You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t understand what it’s like to be cast aside, to never be good enough no matter how hard you try?”

You swallow hard, your throat tight as you look at him. “I don’t know what that’s like,” you admit, “but I know what it’s like to feel like you’re constantly trying to prove yourself to someone who doesn’t even notice.”

Loki’s gaze flickers briefly to yours, and for a moment, there’s a crack in his armor. But it’s gone almost instantly, replaced by that familiar coldness.

“I don’t need your sympathy,” he repeats, though there’s less conviction in his voice.

“I’m not offering you sympathy,” you reply firmly. “I’m just saying… if you ever want to talk about it—about anything—I’m here, Loki.”

He stares at you for a long while, his eyes unreadable. And then, with a quiet sigh, he nods once, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, princess. But I’m not ready to talk about it yet.”

You nod, though your heart aches at the weight of his words.

“I’ll be here when you are,” you say softly.

Loki doesn’t answer, but the silence that falls between you is… less heavy somehow. Less lonely.

You’re not sure what the future holds for the two of you, but in that moment, you both find a small measure of peace.

And for now, that’s enough.

The days following your conversation with Loki are a strange blend of light and shadow. The weight of your words lingers in the air between you two, but there’s an undeniable shift. It’s subtle, at first—a slight softening in the way he looks at you, a rare but meaningful smile that occasionally plays at the corners of his lips.

But it’s clear, too, that there are walls around him, walls that are not easily torn down. You don’t press him further, content to let him open up in his own time, if at all.

Then, one evening, when the palace is quiet and the rest of the court is engaged in a distant gathering, Loki surprises you.

You’re walking down one of the many hallways, heading back to your chambers after a rather dull meeting with various nobles, when you hear his voice.

“Princess,” he calls softly, his voice carrying through the silence of the corridor.

You turn to find him standing a little ways down the hall, leaning against the stone wall with his arms crossed. There’s something different in his stance—less guarded, more… open, though he still holds that impenetrable air around him.

You raise an eyebrow. “Loki? What’s the matter?”

He shifts, a subtle but noticeable tension in his posture as if he's deliberating whether or not to speak. Finally, after a beat of silence, he steps toward you, his footsteps soft on the stone floor.

“I… I’ve been thinking about our conversation,” he says, his voice quieter than usual.

You give him a careful look. “What about it?”

Loki glances down, avoiding your eyes for a moment before meeting your gaze. “About my father.” His voice tightens slightly, but it’s not the usual bitterness. It’s something more raw. “You were right. I… I’ve been carrying a lot of things for a long time.”

You wait, not wanting to interrupt, giving him space to speak.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever told anyone this, but…” Loki exhales slowly, his breath shaking as if he's letting something go for the first time. “I’ve never felt like I was enough for Odin. For my father. Not in the way Thor is. Not in the way that he needs me to be.”

You step closer, drawn in by the vulnerability in his voice. “Loki…”

He shakes his head, as if frustrated with himself. “I’ve always tried to do everything he wanted. Prove myself, be the son he wanted. But it’s never been enough. Every time I think I’m close to earning his favor, Thor does something. It doesn’t even matter what. Odin just… adores him.” Loki’s words come out with a sharpness, like they’ve been pent up for years, and yet there’s an unmistakable sadness there.

You want to reach out, to comfort him, but you don’t. Not yet.

“Thor…” Loki scoffs, though it’s not with malice—more a mixture of frustration and helplessness. “He doesn’t try. He just is. And Odin… he praises him for every little thing. Meanwhile, I’m left to pick up the pieces, to try to carve out a place for myself. But nothing ever works.”

A knot forms in your chest as you listen to him. It’s impossible to ignore how deeply Loki’s words cut, how much he craves the recognition and love he feels he’ll never receive.

“I know it’s not Thor’s fault,” Loki adds, almost as an afterthought, as if the words pain him. “But sometimes, I just… I can’t help but resent him.”

There’s an ache in his voice that hits you like a physical blow, and without thinking, you step forward and place a hand on his arm.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Loki,” you say quietly. “I can see how much this hurts you.”

His eyes soften for just a moment, a flicker of something—something like gratitude—before the walls go back up. But it’s a start.

“I know you understand,” he mutters, his gaze dropping. “It’s just… hard to admit, even to myself.”

The silence between you two stretches, but it’s not uncomfortable. It feels like a shared understanding, an unspoken bond that has formed between you.

“You don’t have to carry it alone,” you say softly, stepping back a little but keeping your eyes on him.

Loki looks at you, his expression unreadable. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, he gives you a faint smile. “Thank you.”

It’s more than he’s ever said to you in any of your interactions, and it makes your heart flutter, though you don’t show it.

“Anytime, Loki,” you reply, your voice steady, though your hands are trembling ever so slightly.

The next day, Odin makes his usual rounds through the court, his presence like a weight hanging over everyone. He speaks with courtiers, listens to reports from the generals, and gives out orders. But as usual, his praise for Thor is effusive, his voice rich with admiration.

It’s when you’re walking through the hall toward the council room that you catch the conversation between Odin and Thor. They’re speaking loudly enough for you to overhear, and you can’t help but wince as Odin lauds Thor’s latest achievement.

“Thor,” Odin says, his voice full of pride, “you’ve done the kingdom proud. Truly, your battle strategies are unmatched. I’m so glad to see you take your place as the leader Asgard needs.”

Thor laughs, clearly pleased, though there’s no sign of arrogance in him. “Thank you, Father. But I couldn’t have done it without the support of my allies.”

Odin waves off the sentiment with a chuckle, his voice warm. “Your humility is one of your finest qualities, my son.”

And that’s when it hits you—how blatant the favoritism is. How obvious it is that Odin is always quick to praise Thor, but Loki, despite his brilliance, is always left in the shadows.

Your chest tightens with the unfairness of it all. You’ve heard whispers before—how Odin has always placed Thor on a pedestal, how his approval has always been out of reach for Loki.

You’ve seen it yourself, in the way Odin looks at his sons. Thor, with his easy smiles and loud boisterousness, is clearly the favored one. Loki’s quieter, more calculating nature doesn’t seem to earn him that same adoration.

And something inside you snaps.

You’ve had enough of watching Loki suffer in silence. Enough of the obvious bias that Odin so openly displays.

With a deep breath, you step forward, deliberately interrupting the conversation between father and son.

“Lord Odin,” you say, your voice steady and louder than you expect. Both Odin and Thor turn toward you, surprised by your sudden interruption.

Odin’s eyes flicker over you, but his expression remains neutral. “Princess,” he greets, his tone polite but distant. “What is it you need?”

You take a step closer, finding the courage you’ve never had before to speak your mind. “I think it’s time someone pointed out something that’s been bothering me for some time,” you say, meeting Odin’s eyes with unwavering resolve.

Thor looks at you, clearly surprised, but Odin’s expression doesn’t change.

“I’ve noticed,” you continue, “that you never seem to acknowledge your sons equally. You give Thor praise, constantly sing his virtues, while Loki…” You glance over at him, who stands with his arms crossed, looking more uncomfortable than usual. “Loki deserves the same recognition, and it’s time someone said it.”

Thor’s eyes widen at your words, and Odin’s gaze sharpens, though he doesn’t immediately respond.

��Princess, this is a matter between my sons and I,” Odin says, his tone calm but with an edge that warns you to back down.

But you don’t. “It’s a matter of fairness,” you say, your voice unshaken. “Loki is just as capable, just as brilliant, and he deserves the same respect as Thor.”

For a long moment, there’s silence, a heavy, thick silence that seems to hang in the air. Odin’s eyes study you carefully, as if deciding whether or not to chastise you.

But then, to your surprise, he lets out a slow breath. “Perhaps you are right,” he says, his voice thoughtful, though still carrying the weight of authority. “I will consider your words, Princess.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you turn to leave. You know you’ve probably made a powerful enemy, but for once, it feels worth it.

As you walk away, you can’t help but glance back at Loki, who is now watching you with a look of surprise—and something else, something softer.

Later that night, you’re in your chambers, lost in your thoughts when a quiet knock at the door pulls you from your reverie.

You open it to find Loki standing there, his usual composed demeanor in place, though there’s something different in his expression.

“Loki,” you say, surprised to see him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to thank you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”

You shrug, trying to appear casual despite the flutter in your chest. “It was the right thing to do.”

“I know,” he replies, his tone soft. “But that doesn’t make it any less… meaningful.” He hesitates, then takes a step closer, his eyes meeting yours. “You’ve… you’ve done more for me today than anyone has in a long time.”

The words settle between you, and for a moment, everything is quiet.

You don’t know what to say. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. The air between you is charged, but calm, like a storm that’s waiting to break.

And then, without thinking, you step forward, closing the distance between you.

Loki’s breath catches slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. His hand brushes yours, tentative but warm, and that’s when you both understand.

You look into each other’s eyes for a moment, the words unsaid but understood, and then you kiss—softly, tenderly, as if this moment, this connection, is something you both desperately need but never quite expected.

It’s gentle, quiet, and everything in between, and for the first time in a long time, you feel as though the walls between you are starting to fall.

The day after you stood up to Odin, something subtle but undeniable changes between you and Loki. The lingering tension that had once surrounded him, the cold barrier he had erected between himself and everyone, especially you, seems to soften just slightly. He still wears that aloof mask he’s perfected over years of deflecting people’s attention, but there are moments when he looks at you differently—like he sees you, really sees you, as something more than just the princess he was supposed to marry.

But of course, Loki is Loki, and despite the small shifts, he’s still a master of maintaining distance. He keeps his emotions locked away as tightly as his wit, but you’ve begun to notice the cracks. Maybe it’s in the way he lingers a little longer when you’re together, or how he catches your gaze in passing, holding it just a little longer than necessary.

Despite the changes between you two, the world around you continues to spin, and your role as the Princess of Asgard, as Loki’s wife, only grows more public.

The next day, after an awkward breakfast with Frigga, where she kept giving you knowing looks and you were pretty sure you heard her suppressing a sigh, you find yourself walking through the gardens, trying to escape the subtle whispers of court life.

As you stroll among the flowers, you hear footsteps behind you. A familiar, booming voice calls your name.

“Princess Y/N,” Thor’s deep voice rings out, and you stop, turning to face him.

Thor looks even more like the golden child of Asgard today, his wide smile blinding and a glimmer of guilt in his eyes. “I’ve been meaning to thank you, for what you did yesterday. Defending Loki like that.”

You tilt your head, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I never saw it, you know?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “The way Father favors me and how much it’s hurt Loki. I’ve always thought he was… I don’t know, distant, difficult. I didn’t realize I was a part of the problem.”

You blink, a little surprised by his sincerity. You’ve never seen Thor look so humble, so… vulnerable. It’s a stark contrast to the loud, boisterous warrior he usually presents to the world. “You didn’t know?” you ask softly.

He shakes his head, his broad shoulders slumping a little. “No, not really. And I’m ashamed to admit it. But I never thought about how he might feel when all the praise I get… it takes away from what he deserves. Loki’s clever, more than anyone gives him credit for. I see it now. I see how I’ve made him feel… less.”

Your heart aches a little. There’s so much more to Thor than the world gives him credit for, and perhaps there’s more to Loki’s pain than you even realized.

“Thor,” you start, your voice a little unsure but kind. “I think you need to tell him that. He needs to hear it from you.”

Thor gives a tight nod, the look in his eyes both heavy and sincere. “I will. But… I wanted to talk to you first, because I didn’t want you to think that I… I didn’t care.” He pauses, as if weighing his next words carefully. “I know you’re in a difficult position, Y/N, especially with Loki…”

You shrug lightly. “It’s not difficult. He’s my husband, Thor. I have a duty to him, yes, but I also want to see him happy. I don’t want him to feel this way anymore, either.”

“I understand,” Thor says with a soft smile. “And I promise you, I’ll try to make things right between me and Loki. But thank you. Truly.”

He offers a warm, brotherly smile and pats you on the shoulder, making you smile back, a little touched by the earnestness in his voice. It’s rare to see Thor so serious, but in moments like this, you realize just how much he cares about his family—even if it’s a little too late.

As the conversation dies down, Thor bids you farewell, walking off in the opposite direction to presumably find his brother. You remain in the gardens for a few more minutes, deep in thought. There’s a strange, almost bittersweet tension in the air now, an unspoken understanding of the dynamic between the brothers.

The next day, you find yourself walking the palace halls when you catch sight of Loki. He’s talking to a group of Asgardian nobles, but the moment he notices you, his demeanor shifts instantly. His sharp, emerald eyes cut toward you, his mouth forming a thin line. He says something to the nobles, and they scatter quickly, leaving him alone in the corridor.

You pause for a moment, unsure of how to approach him. But before you can decide, Loki walks toward you, his footsteps purposeful. You can feel the chill of his presence before he even speaks.

“What was that, then?” Loki’s voice is cool, his usual aloofness cloaking his words.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

His eyes narrow. “You and Thor,” he sneers slightly, as though saying his brother’s name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. “You two spent an awfully long time together yesterday, didn’t you? Talking about me, no doubt. What was it this time? His concern for my well-being?”

You bite your lip, taking in the sharp edge of jealousy in his voice. You feel a slight pang of guilt, but you stand your ground. “We talked about you, yes. But it wasn’t to criticize you, Loki. It was about… understanding.”

Loki scoffs, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, and his gaze shifts toward the floor. “I see. Understanding.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you say, your voice softer now. “You don’t have to push everyone away. Not me. Not him.”

Loki’s head jerks up, and his eyes flash with something unreadable. “I push people away because I know how this ends, Y/N. Thor always takes what he wants. He took Father’s love, and now he wants to take you, too.”

The words hit you harder than you expect, the raw, vulnerable emotion in his voice twisting something deep inside you. You take a step toward him, but he recoils slightly, his posture rigid.

“You don’t have to be afraid of that,” you say, your voice barely a whisper, but there’s certainty in it. “Thor won’t take me from you. I won’t let him.”

Loki’s eyes flicker toward you, the flickering of something darker in his gaze before he presses his lips together in frustration. “How can you be so sure?” His voice cracks slightly, and you don’t know how to respond, except to step even closer to him.

His face softens for a fraction of a second—just long enough for you to see how fragile he really is, how deeply the idea of losing you, losing anything, is etched in him. You place a hand gently on his arm, your voice even softer now.

“I know because we talked. Thor and I. He knows the way you feel, Loki. He’s going to make things right between you two. You don’t have to push him away.”

Loki’s jaw tightens, and you can see the battle within him, the struggle to trust his brother again. But then, something shifts in him, and his gaze softens, if only for a moment.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Loki admits in a low voice, the words barely audible, as though he’s afraid of speaking them too loud, afraid of what they might mean.

You reach up, gently cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin, and he leans into your touch. “You won’t lose me, Loki. I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice is steady, and you see his breath hitch slightly as his emotions threaten to overwhelm him.

He looks away quickly, his throat tightening, but the tremor in his shoulders betrays him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mutters, barely holding it together.

“Don’t say that,” you reply firmly. “You’re not perfect. None of us are. But you deserve all the love and respect in the world. And I’m here, Loki. Always.”

He looks at you then, his expression softening with that familiar vulnerability you’ve seen fleetingly in the past few days, but it’s stronger now, more present than ever before. Without thinking, you pull him into an embrace, wrapping your arms around him tightly. For a long moment, he doesn’t respond, his body stiff in your arms, but then he exhales slowly, his breath shaky, and finally, he holds you back.

The weight of everything between you two finally lifts, and the walls crumble a little more. The steady rhythm of his breathing in your arms is all you need to know that he feels safe.

Later that night, when you retire to your chambers, Loki follows you, a quiet presence in the doorway.

You look at him, feeling something deep inside you—a need for closeness, for reassurance that everything will be okay. “Stay with me?” you ask softly, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you see something like relief wash over his face.

“I don’t think I can ever go back,” he says quietly, his voice laced with exhaustion, vulnerability.

You reach for him, and without another word, Loki walks into your arms, settling beside you on the bed. You pull the blankets up around both of you, and without a word, you curl up against him.

His arm drapes around you naturally, and you breathe in the warmth of his presence, the security of knowing that, no matter what happens, you

’ve found something real between you two.

“Thank you,” Loki murmurs softly, as if you’ve given him everything he’s ever wanted, even when you haven’t fully realized it yourself.

You smile, tracing circles on his chest with your fingers, whispering back, “No need for thanks. Just stay here, with me.”

The night deepens, and the world outside your chambers is cloaked in quiet, but inside, there’s an unmistakable warmth that envelopes both of you. Loki’s arm around you feels like the most natural thing in the world. As the minutes pass, you rest your head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. There’s a comfort in the silence, in just being close to him. You feel safe here, as if this moment is yours and yours alone, something you both can keep in the quiet intimacy of the night.

Loki doesn’t speak, but the occasional brush of his lips against your temple is all the words you need. Each kiss is a small promise, gentle and soft, as though he’s trying to tell you everything his voice cannot. The warmth of his lips against your skin lingers long after he pulls back, and the weight of the past few months—the distance, the uncertainty, the doubts—slowly begins to dissolve. You realize now that it was never about the marriage contract, nor the obligations that bound you together; it was about this—this connection between the two of you that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to surface.

You kiss him back, tentatively at first, but as you feel him pull you closer, your kisses deepen. They’re slow and deliberate, as though you both want to savor this, to make sure it isn’t just a fleeting moment but a beginning. His lips are warm and soft, and every time they meet yours, there’s a spark—a connection that has been years in the making, one that now feels as though it’s blooming into something beautiful, fragile, and new.

The kisses grow longer, more meaningful, as if both of you are learning how to express the things you’ve kept hidden for so long. Loki’s hand gently cradles your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, as if memorizing the feel of your skin. He deepens the kiss slightly, and you meet him with equal fervor, the world outside fading away until there’s nothing left but the two of you, tangled in the quiet intimacy of shared tenderness.

When the kiss finally breaks, neither of you moves, just breathing in the same air. Loki’s forehead rests gently against yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath, still heavy with emotion.

“Stay here,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with something you can’t quite put into words. It’s a question, but more than that, it’s a plea—a quiet request for this peace to last.

“I will,” you reply softly, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. And you mean it, more than anything. You know that, in this moment, everything between you has changed.

The night goes on quietly, both of you finding comfort in each other’s presence, the soft and tender kisses gradually fading into the warmth of shared silence. It’s a perfect peace, a moment of vulnerability and connection that neither of you had ever expected but now can’t imagine living without.

As the days pass, the dynamic between you and Loki shifts. What once seemed like a forced relationship, something borne out of duty and circumstance, is now something more. The distance that once existed between you two has shrunk, replaced by an ease that only comes when two people begin to trust each other in ways neither expected. Your interactions are now filled with light touches, shared glances, and quiet smiles. There’s a softness in Loki’s demeanor that wasn’t there before—a gentleness that’s slowly replacing the walls he’s built around himself.

You see it in the way he looks at you, the way he seeks out your presence even when there’s no need for it. There’s an undeniable shift in his behavior, one that others notice, too.

Frigga, ever observant, notices the change in the air the moment she steps into the palace halls. She smiles knowingly when she sees the way Loki watches you during breakfast, his eyes soft and full of affection. It’s the first time she’s seen him like this in a long while—less guarded, more present. She watches you both from across the room, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and relief. For all the missteps and misunderstandings, she’s always known that the two of you could find something real.

Thor, too, sees the change, though he’s not as subtle in his observations. He slaps Loki on the back one afternoon, his booming laugh echoing through the palace halls. “Well, well! Looks like someone’s finally figured it out,” he teases, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Loki stiffens at first, but then the corner of his lips quirks up, a smirk that’s less mocking and more content than it’s ever been. “What do you mean?” Loki asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t play coy,” Thor says, his tone playful. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. It’s about time, brother.”

Loki sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically. “I’m not in the mood for your commentary, Thor.”

But even as he says this, there’s a subtle flush to his cheeks, a fleeting moment of embarrassment that makes you chuckle softly. Loki’s pride may be as sharp as ever, but there’s a vulnerability there too, one that he tries to hide behind his biting sarcasm and quick wit.

As the days go by, your connection to Loki only deepens. The two of you spend more time together, finding moments of quiet solace amid the chaos of palace life. You talk—about everything and nothing at all. You learn more about each other in those quiet, unspoken moments than you ever did in the months before. It’s in the way he brushes your hair out of your face when it falls in your eyes or how he looks at you when you laugh at something absurd he says. It’s in the way he remembers small details about you, like the way you take your tea or how you always tie your shoes in the same knot.

The change doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. The courtiers whisper about it, the nobles gossip behind their fans. They notice the way Loki looks at you when you enter the room, how his eyes soften when you speak. They notice how the two of you sit together at dinner, heads close, sharing small private jokes no one else seems to understand. The shift in the way he treats you is almost palpable, and it doesn’t take long for the rest of the palace to catch on.

But the real surprise comes from the children.

It starts innocently enough. One evening, as you walk through the palace gardens with Loki, you hear giggling in the distance. When you look around, you see a group of young children playing near the fountain. They stop as soon as they notice you, eyes widening before they run over to you, their faces alight with excitement.

“Princess Y/N!” one of them exclaims, a little girl with bright red hair. “Is it true that you and Prince Loki are really married now?”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the question, but before you can answer, another child chimes in.

“Yes! I heard you two are so in love!” The child’s voice is full of awe, as though this is the most magical thing they’ve ever heard.

Loki scoffs, but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes. “I assure you, we’re simply fulfilling our duties. Nothing more.”

But the children aren’t convinced. They gather around you, bombarding you with questions. “When will you have babies?” one of them asks innocently.

You blush deeply, not quite sure how to handle the question. Loki looks absolutely mortified, but there’s an amused edge to his expression.

“Well,” you start, unsure of what to say, “we haven’t really discussed that yet. But we’re very happy.”

“Oh, I bet you are!” another child giggles, clearly not taking you seriously. “You two are always together now. You must be so in love!”

Loki looks at you in mild horror. “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

You laugh, feeling the warmth in your chest spread. “I think we’ve just become a fairytale, Loki.”

The children’s excitement doesn’t end there. The next day, they’re playing again, this time reenacting your supposed “love story” with elaborate costumes. They insist on calling you and Loki the “Royal Lovers of Asgard,” and you can’t help but smile at their innocent enthusiasm. It’s impossible not to see the joy they find in the idea of your relationship, an idea that, in their eyes, is full of magic and wonder. The way they view you both—so wrapped up in this imagined romance—is innocent and sweet, and it makes you realize how far you and Loki have come.

As the days go by, the children’s stories spread throughout the palace. The courtiers begin whispering more frequently about the Royal Lovers, and soon enough, even the servants are in on the tale. You and Loki have become the subject of countless stories, both real and imagined. The court’s expectations of your relationship have shifted, but for the first time, it feels like you’re not just playing a part anymore. You’re both actively shaping this life, together.

And for all the teasing from Thor and the gossips from the children, there’s a part of you that feels proud of what you’ve built. It may have started as a duty, a contract forged by fate, but now it feels like something more. You and Loki are no longer bound by obligation alone. There’s affection, there’s trust, and there’s something deeper—something far more real.

It’s not the fairytale the kingdom expected, but it’s yours. And somehow, that feels perfect.

part 2 with royal kids? ;)

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holdmytesseract · 1 year ago

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I was thinking about something for the Ice Flower AU

It takes place right before the events of By The Fireplace

It starts off with the queen going into labor prematurely. She wasn’t supposed to give birth until after the hunt. Everything goes smoothly & as planned otherwise.

Maybe a sprinkling of Loki’s reaction to seeing & holding his sons for the first time. Being overjoyed with his love for them.

Then there is some sort of conflict because Loki now doesn’t want to leave for the hunt as he does not want to leave his healing queen & newborn sons alone.

The boys miss their father & cry out for him when he is gone but the queen will comfort them & reassure them that he will be back soon enough.

Then “By The Fireplace” follows chronologically

That is all.

Just something that came to me here at 3am & I needed to get it out because I need to see how you write this. You always take my ideas & turn them into something better so I’m excited for this one as I’ve been obsessed with the Ice Flower AU as of late

moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Snowflakes

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

Summary: It's time for a winter hunt - and the twins to see the light of the day. Not the best combination, is it?

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, birth, fluff, bit angst, even more fluff, mentions of a hunt, Loki's instincts?

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: Friend... This was SO much fun to write. I love this AU so much. Thank you for requesting this! :)

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Loki stood in his presence chamber; hands folded behind his back. The king of Jotunheim was gazing absentmindedly out of the window; watching how the harsh winter conquered more of his home with each passing day. It was definitely time for the royal men to go on the last big hunt before it would be too late. He knew that; was more than aware of this - but it was the last thing he could think about now. Not after he had taken his heavily pregnant wife to the healers only a mere hour ago, because she wasn't feeling good at all. Sure, it could be just a normal side effect; especially now since she was close to birth - but not close enough. Her due date was determined after the planned hunt. Not before, and now the king feared for his queen and unborn children.

What if something was wrong? Or Norns forbid, what if she went into labour?

Loki swallowed hard and gently shook his head; trying to get out of his thoughts. It wasn't easy though. He had been sent off by the healers instantly and was now doomed to wait here alone in his audience chambers for anyone to tell him what was happening.

It was cruel.

The king sighed; redirected his gaze from the window to the crackling fireplace and over to his desk. A lot of work was still waiting for him, but he couldn't focus. He couldn't think. Not until he was informed about the health of his family. He ran a hand through his raven curls and started to walk up and down in the spacious room - impatiently. Not to know what was going on ate him up inside.

At some point, he poured himself a mug of fine Asgardian mead and took a big sip; feeling the alcohol burn in his throat. Just as the king wanted to refill the empty mug, a loud knock sounded from door. "Come in!" He immediately turned; seeing one of the healers entering the big room. Carelessly placing the mug on his desk, Loki hurried over to the elderly female Jotun. "How is she? How is my wife? And what about the children?" The healer closed the door behind herself; ensuring privacy. "Your majesty," she curtsied. "I need to you stay calm. A panicking husband won't help the queen in labour."

Loki’s eyes almost popped out of his head. "L-Labour? S-She's in labour?!"

"Yes."

That was the moment the usually so composed king lost it. He started to walk in a circle; hands in his hair and quietly cursing in old Norse. "My king... I know this is hard, but we all need you to stay calm." "I can't!" Loki chanted; feeling how he was beginning to lose his nerves. "My wife is carrying twins and now she's in premature labour! What if our children aren't ready to be born yet?! What if-" The collected female Jotun, which Loki knew already since he had been a child, placed a hand on the his shoulder. Something only she was allowed to do. No other member of the royal staff. "Loki... Your wife is stable and ready to give birth and so are your children. It's merely two weeks before her calculated due date."

The gesture and words caused Loki to snap back to the here and now. He took a deep breath; trying to calm down. "Nothing will happen to them?" She shook her head. "No, my king. The pain she endures is normal. She's having contractions and is really close to giving birth. The twins are fully developed and ready to survive outside the womb."

Loki needed a moment to sort his thoughts and feelings and to process the information. "I-I'm going to be a father soon..." He mumbled; more to himself than the healer, but she heard it anyway. A soft smiled darted over her face. "Indeed, your highness." "I wish to see Y/N. Can I... stay with her during the birth?" The elderly woman's azure lips pressed together into a thin line. "Better not, my king. A birth is not for the faint-hearted." Loki crossed his arms; puffing his chest. "I am not faint-hearted. I am a warrior. Nothing is able to shock me."

The Jotun healer cleared her throat and adjusted her half moon glasses. "I don't mean to be rude or disrespectful, my king, but... When Prince Thor visited last month and told you about his children's birth, the guards had to take you to the medical wing, because you fainted..." Loki's cheeks reddened at her words and suddenly was all his confidence gone. He forgot about that.

"B-But my wife, I-I-I..." He sighed; hanging his head. "We will take good care of the queen, my king. I'll return as soon as your children are born." Loki couldn't do much more than nod; knowing that he more than likely wouldn't be able to see how much you were suffering. He would've been no help.

The next two hours were awful for the king. Minutes ticked by so slowly. All the waiting and inability to do something to help you or his yet unborn children drove him insane. He walked up and down, left and right; literally walking a marathon - he was that uneasy and nervous. At some point Loki even sat down on the chair at his desk; desperately trying to occupy himself with work, but it was in vain. He re-read the lines over and over again and was just not able to focus. Endless more minutes passed, until a guard stormed inside his audience chambers; totally out of breath, but smiling from ear to ear. "My king! The healers sent me to bear the news that the queen just gave birth to healthy twins!"

Loki’s knees almost gave in at the guard's words and realisation punched him right into his gut... He was a father now - officially. "I-I have to go." Without saying another word, the king stormed past the guard and sprinted down the hallways towards the medical wing. His heart pounded violently against his chest once he stood in front of the big, wooden doors which would lead him into a new, exciting life. Loki took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was mostly dark inside; the curtains pulled in front of a few windows to prevent the last rays of sunshine of the year to illuminate the room. Only a few candles were lit. Barely enough to see, but it created a cosy, warm atmosphere.

Loki looked around, felt a bit helpless since no healer was to be seen - but then he heard the soft call of his name.... "Loki..." It was weak and soft, but nevertheless happy and full of love. His head snapped around to face the back of the room - and there you were; laying inside a big bed. A white nightgown engulfed your body, just like the warm blankets and furs you were tucked underneath, and in your arms- The king's breath hitched in his throat.

Two tiny bundles.

He felt like crying; wanted to scream his happiness from the rooftops of the palace.

Your heart melting giggle brought him back down to Jotunheim, though. "Why are you just standing there, my king? Come, meet your sons." His head started to spin as he walked over to the bed.

"S-Sons?"

You nodded; shifted one bundle to rest on your chest, so that you were able to stretch out your hand towards your husband. Loki approached you slowly and placed his hand in yours. Gentle ruby eyes settled on you - and the newest additions to the royal family. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand; giving him a happy smile. "Congratulations, king Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim. You are a father now."

Loki was speechless. All he could do was let the tears stream down his face. You smiled even wider; touched by your husband's reaction. "Say hello to them." The king needed another short moment. Everything was just so overwhelming. "M-May I hold my sons?" You giggled, "Of course." and handed firstly the tiny boy over to his father, who definitely looked more like you. Fair skin; golden-blond locks on his head.

Loki took him with slightly shaky hands; but once he felt the comforting weight of the newborn on his arm, he relaxed and looked down. The baby had his eyes closed and nose scrunched up; clearly not amused by the loss of his mama's warmth and touch. "No, no, no, don't cry, sweetling. I'm your daddy," the king whispered and lowered his head to press a lingering kiss on the infant's head; inhaling his scent. His... He was his - and so was his twin brother. The king relished in this intimate moment for a few seconds, until a soft whine attracted his attention. His other son. Loki looked up; curiously. You giggled. "I think someone is sensing that his father is around..." He couldn't help but to smile at your words, before slowly and gently switching the babies. Now he held his second son - who was a spitting image of himself. Black fuzz on his head and azure skin; peppered with familiar marks and ridges. "Hello, tiny prince," Loki cooed; eyes stuck on the baby, as he touched his small, soft, warm hand with his pointer finger.

You watched Loki bond with his newborn sons; smiling.

"Are you happy, my love?" Ruby eyes looked up to meet your Y/E/C ones once more. "More than happy, my queen. Words are not enough to express how thankful I am that you've given me not one but two children." Your smiled widened; butterflies erupting inside your belly. "You had an important part in this, too, you know..." "That may be true, but you carried them, birthed them and are going to nurture them... You are doing all the hard work. I just did the fun part."

You laughed softly; shaking your head. "I love you, my king."

Loki leaned in closer - carefully, not to hurt one of the babies, and kissed your lips softly; lovingly. Then his eyes roamed your body; slight concern reflecting inside those stunning rubies. "How are you feeling, Flower? You look exhausted..." He noted the dried sweat on your skin and the strands of hair who stuck on your forehead.

You nodded. "I am. It's been excruciating five hours of labour, after all..." Loki kissed you again; whispering against your lips: "I am so so proud of you, my queen. So proud." You buried your free hand in his long raven locks; feeling him close.

"Rest now, Flower. I'll look after our sons."

The first few exciting days of being a first-time father passed by quickly for Loki. He decided to leave all the important work to his advisors and just focus on you and the twins. He wanted to spend the first days - preferably weeks of their lifes with them and not leaving them out of his sight. He wanted to be here for you and help wherever he could and just stop being the king of an entire realm for a little while. This would've worked out just fine - if it weren't for the hunt and the lurking danger of the onset of winter...

"Your majesty..." One of Loki's advisors approached him; cautiously. "The winter storms are about to hit Jotunheim in barely a few days. The time is running out. We have to do the hunt now." The king scoffed; holding Váli tightly cradled against his bare chest, while he signed some documents. "I am aware of that, Skard, but as you can clearly see, I have other duties to tend to at the moment." He looked down at his sleeping son; smiling. "I understand that, my king, but-" "There's no but," Loki interrupted Skard immediately. "My presence is needed here. I have to stay with my healing wife and newborn children. Just send Ymir on the hunt with the best warriors of our kingdom. They will make it without me." Skard shook his head. "No, my king. We both know that Ymir can't lead them alone. Besides, it's tradition and your obligation, King Loki. So hard it sounds - and I thoroughly apologise for this, but it doesn't matter if the queen just gave birth. Your folk awaits this from you. They count on you."

Loki sighed. He knew that Skard was actually right, but all his primal instincts worked against his wit; demanding from him to stay with his lover and babies. "I'm going to talk to the queen about this. Accept my decision and leave." Skard took a bow, "Yes, your highness." and left the audience chambers.

Loki sighed once again; pinching the bridge of his nose and decided that this was a problem he would deal later with. For now, he had other work to tend to.

Unfortunately, though, had Váli other plans...

He was getting restless and antsy in his arms; seemingly always on the edge of crying. His tiny lips were formed into a pout; mouth opening and closing - telling Loki that he was hungry. Well... Seemed like he would have that conversation with you now and not later. "Come on, sweetling. It's mealtime." Loki stood up from his chair and carried the bundled up infant in one arm to yours and his chambers. On his way, he felt the little boy latch on Loki's bare skin; in search of his food source. It caused the king to chuckle. "Apologies, little snowflake. I'm afraid I can't give you what you're searching for. Just hold on for another minute. You'll be with your mama soon."

Once he had opened the door to the chambers and tiptoed inside, his eyes searched for you. They found you rather quickly. You were laying in bed; resting - like most of the time, since the birth had taken much of your strength and left you hurt. You still weren't able to properly walk. It got better each day, sure, but you needed time to heal.

"My queen?" The king called out softly; in case you were sleeping. But you weren't. You lifted your head; smiling at your husband as he approached the bed. "Hello, my love." Loki found you wrapped up snugly into a think blanket, which was covered by a fur. He could also make out the tiny blue head with black curls, which peaked out from the blanket.

He smiled. Áki was sleeping on your chest.

"I didn't wake you, Flower, did I?" You shook your head. "No, don't worry." He sat down on the edge of the bed beside you; placing a kiss on your forehead. "How are you feeling tonight?" "Better, but still exhausted." He nodded; kissing you properly this time. Although, the kiss was interrupted by Váli, who let out a loud whine; making himself noticeable - and his hunger. "Ohh, somebody is hungry, eh?" "Indeed. I actually wanted to keep on working for another hour, but well... I guess I'll just continue tomorrow." He smiled; watching you shift underneath the pile of blankets. "Are you cold, love?" "Uh.Huh. Like always around that time of the year. Winter is coming. I can feel it." The king eyed you for a moment. "Hand Áki over. I'll place him inside his crib, so that you can feed Váli." "Alright." Loki lifted the sleeping baby carefully up in his free arm and placed him gently inside his crib. Then he handed you Váli and shortly returned to his other son; making sure that he was properly tucked in and especially warm.

"Oh, and Flower..." Loki started; facing you again with a smile, while he started to get rid of his armour. "Shift a little bit, please. I'm going to make sure you're warm enough." He watched how a shiver ran down your arms as you moved; primal instincts egging him on to keep his mate warm. Loki quickly slipped inside the bed behind you and made you rest against his upper body. "Better, Flower?" You nodded; cuddling against him. "Yes. Much better."

You fed Váli then, with Loki’s hand supporting the infant. You loved having your sons and husband close. You couldn't deny that.

After a few moments of silence with just the sweet coos of Váli filling the spacious room, Loki decided to address the hunt topic.

"Flower?" "Mhm?" "I must talk with you about something..." You turned your head to give him a smile. "I'm all ears, my king." He sighed. "It's about the winter hunt. I know that we have not much time left to go hunting. Winter is coming - fast. My advisors told me that as well, but..." "But?" "I... I don't want to leave you and our newborn children alone now. I refuse to do so." You blindly lifted one hand; feeling for his cheek. You cupped it. It was an awkward angle, but you didn't care. "Why, my king? We are safe here, in the palace and the lovely caregivers will help me if I need it. It's all good, my love. You can go. You should go. It's important." The king scoffed. "See, my love? Exactly that is the problem. I should be the one helping you. I should be the one taking care of you and our offspring. Not the caregivers!"

"Is this your inner Jotun speaking again, dear husband?"

Loki blushed. "Most likely, yes."

You burped Váli; placed a kiss on his forehead and handed the drowsy, milk-drunk bavy over to his father, who reached over with his long arms and placed him in his crib; wrapping him up inside a warm fur, too. Once Loki was finished, you immediately turned in his embrace; snuggling against him. "I understand that. I really do. I couldn't picture leaving the boys alone. Not in my wildest dreams. It's hard, I know, but..." You sighed. "You are the king. Our folk counts on you, my love. They need you. It's your obligation."

"I am very aware of that - as well as of the fact that I won't be able to escape this. I have to go." You smiled; kissing his chin. "Just think about the wonderful things which await you when you return home." Loki pulled you closer against his muscular chest. "Honestly, this the only reason what will keep me going on the hunt... Returning to my family."

The following week, in which Loki was away was heavy. Heavier than you anticipated. Sure, the caregivers helped you where they could, but it just wasn't the same. You missed him. Badly - and so did the twins. They were only infants, yes, but their senses were heightened, due to Loki's Frost Giant genes. Therefore, they sensed exactly that their father wasn't around.

Something they definitely didn't like.

You did your best to reassure them; giving them as much motherly love as you could. But you were not Loki. You only hoped that he'd return fast...

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notelcol · 1 year ago

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Silver and Gold.

In which you find an equal in Loki🐍

Kind of AU + made up planet💚

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes.🫣

I fell from the heavens and landed on Earth. They called me an angel but that was far from true. I would run through hoards of men with my sword and not think twice of the blood that stained my hands. Centuries on the tiny planet felt like days to me, but eventually the days caught up. I locked away my silver sword and let Earth fend for itself. I closed my eyes to the carnage of this wretched planet, and allowed it to devour itself.

I hid myself away in New York City, invisible amongst the swarms of humans. The solace of my bookshop, was medicine to my tired soul. I stayed there for years, watching as the world changed. I should have felt peace. Instead I was reminded of my loneliness. The silver archways and glittering skylines of my home a distant memory, only appearing to taunt me. Celestia was gone, only known in stories as the ‘fallen star’. Now I must endure my aeons of life surrounded by beings who will die before i gain so much as a wrinkle. Before I could think any deeper, the ringing of my shop bell freed me from my self pity.

A man in an immaculately tailored suit and a long black coat walked in. I immediately recognised him as the Asgardian prince who invaded some time ago. Admittedly, I was intrigued when he arrived. While it was clear he was a pawn in someone else’s game, his intentions were not all dissimilar to what mine once were. He wished to make the humans be better.

“Lord of the flies.” I whistled at his choice. “It’s a dark one, I’m you’ll appreciate that.” I joked a little, noticing his surprise at my talking to him.

“Thank you. You are actually the first store to serve me.” His statement did not surprise me.

“Well you did almost destroy the whole city.” I regretted my tone after seeing his face drop slightly. “But who hasn’t levelled a town for a higher purpose once or twice, right?” I smirked at his bewildered expression. I truly thought he would ask but when he continued to look confused, I decided to introduce myself.

“I am the Princess of Celestia, it is my pleasure to meet you Prince Loki.” He laughed in delight when I removed the charm that hid my glow.

“I always thought Celestia was a fairytale.” The reflection of my glow only made the wonder in his eyes shine brighter. The golden god was indeed a sight to behold.

“The fallen prince of the nine realms and the heir to the fallen star.” His voice trailed off, almost a whisper, as if he was lost in a faraway world. “We could be wondrous.” He held out his hand and asked me to take it. Could I really leave the solace I created, for a fantasy? All I had ever dreamed of was standing asking me to take it. Yet all I could do was look.

“We have both failed ourselves and our thrones one way or another.” His statement cut deep, but it was true. I did let my people down when I failed to save them. “We are both stuck here, but maybe can be a good thing.” He held up a finger when he realised he was loosing me. “Maybe together we can do better.” His eyes pleaded with my own as he finished his speech. He had me.

I couldn’t stop the grin from taking over when at last, I grabbed his hand. I summoned my sword and we ran. For the first time since I fell to Earth, I was running with someone who could keep up. Hand in hand, we would fight to make ourselves and this world better. We were two sides of the same coin. Silver and gold.

Thank you for reading this ✨

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autieofthevalley · 2 months ago

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Since this blog, is not only a ateez nsfw blog who reblogs other things like cats, and some other fandom content from time to time, but also my shifting journey blog kind of, don't mind me sharing my desired realities (as in, a list of them) rn.

This is my current actual entire list of DRs that i plan to shift to (most of them don't have scripts yet) :

- MCU Off Plot (year 2023 and i'm an avenger, slay)

- TASM movies (2010's and i'm in the place of Gwen, except i script out the death part because 😃)

- Spiderverse (i'm a spiderwoman)

- MCU main timeline (i'm an asgardian, and i live the main timeline from the first Thor Movie until the beginning of Infinity War)

- 2nd MCU main timeline (this time i'm a super soldier woman, who's childhood friends with Steve and Bucky, and i live the whole timeline, i don't die at any time though)

- Alice in Wonderland off plot (the tim burton one, and i have the role of Alice of course)

- Stranger Things (same timeline as the tv show, but i scripted out Eddie's death because i love him too much 😣 and i'm Dustin's older sister)

- Strayteez!Pirate (takes place in the year 1700 first but it's a more advanced version of our 1700's here, and i'm a mermaid human hybrid, i have an enemies to lovers with Hongjoong, slay)

- The Hobbit (i'm a human, and i plan to script out kili, thorin, and fili's deaths, and my s/o is Fili)

- Mafia!Ateez (takes place in 2024, my s/o is San)

- Off Plot LOTR (where i am an actual hobbit and Jongho from Ateez is a hobbit, childhood friend of mine and we get together, yay, that's just a chill dr, there is no adventure taking place because i just want to live peacefully in the Shire)

- Poly ot8!Ateez (takes place in 2024, i have a completely different, much better life and Ateez are all of my actual boyfies 🥰🤭)

- Star Wars (except it's a slightly different timeline from the saga and guess what? SEONGHWA FROM ATEEZ AS A GENERAL SITH LORD and it's an enemies to lovers between him and me, i'm hesitating between being a jedi or a simple rebellion pilot or just a simple random girl who's working for the empire because i need money to survive and they pay surprisingly well, fuck capitalism)

(And yes, i was literally inspired by this Hwa)

- Prince!Yunho (i am a commoner and he falls for me, it's not a modern royal family AU though, it's a past AU, kind of medieval/renaissance fantasy thing)

- Spider-man (takes place in the 2000's, the tobey maguire one and i'm MJ but i'm not called Mary Jane though, yes i love spiderman as you can see i have like 3 spideys dr for now)

- Barbie in the Nutcracker (yes, i love this movie, and i would be Clara and this time, the prince is bearded like his nutcracker form 🫦)

- Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses (ofc, i'm gennievre 🥰)

- Barbie in The Princess and the Pauper (i'm thinking about being either princess Anneliese because Julian is so hot compared to Prince Dominic but i adore Erika since my childhood so idk for now 🤷🏻‍♀️)

- Unlimited concerts (because i want to go to many concerts and shows, and also relieve the ones that i went to here, like the One Direction one in 2014)

- Love & Deepspace off plot (Rafayel is my s/o 🥰)

I'm also thinking about shifting in Pride & Prejudice (the 2005 movie one with Keira Knightley) where i am Lizzie Bennet and ofc my s/o is Mr.Darcy (slay)

Might shift also to that amazing smut/angst fanfic of Wooyoung being the mad hatter, because i want to experience that for myself 🫦😩

#shifting realities #shifting to desired reality #☆nyxie rambles☆#☆nyxie sharing moments☆

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medeafive · 2 years ago

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Poll time!

I just sorted through my writing and found surprisingly many finished and unposted fics so I thought I'd make a fancy poll ;) All the fics are summarized below!

The Red Princess: 2k, drabble, AU in a 1920s brothel where a young Bucky is working as a bouncer.

Patching up Wounds: 1.6k, drabble, Nat gets badly hurt and Bucky has to stitch her back together, very emotional. (Might have to figure out a better title)

A room for three: close to 3k, Clint has to spend a lengthy stakeout with Bucky and Nat. Not as awkward as he feared but kind of personal.

If I remember correctly: 10k, Natasha just wants a normal relationship with Bucky who's avoiding her like the plague. (Might have to figure out a better title)

Asgardian mead: 14k. Read a fic (can't remember the title or author, sorry) about Bucky and Nat waking up in bed together after getting hammered with Asgardian mead. That but incredibly angsty and somehow with, I kid you not, erectile dysfunction.

Only us and the snow: 11k, cabin fic, Red Room era, getting snowed in on a mission, smut.

#buckynat #my writing #fanfic

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years ago

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Haven's little sister || Cabin in the Mountain AU ||

A/N: this came into my mind and i had to write it down before I lost inspiration again. Also, the narration is my first attempt at being an unreliable narrator so I hope you like it!

My main masterlist <3

Cabin in the Mountains AU Masterlist

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘: Loki & Haven, Loki x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, unreliable narrator

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 2.4k

Ever since you had brought Kore home, Haven noticed that he was getting less and less attention in favour of the crying baby that inhabited the other bedroom of the cabin. The young girl thought that she could handle more independence but when even her daddy spent more time with the baby, she couldn't help but feel jealous.

Haven remembered a conversation that she'd had with her parents about how much attention the baby would need when it was born and she understood but she needed attention too.

It was now mid-July, two months after Kore's birth and still, Haven didn't get the attention she needed. The girl was only six, after all, she couldn't understand why her little sister was favoured over her.

"Daddy!" Haven happily shouted as she ran into the kitchen, seeing him with his back to her, looking at something in the fridge, "can we go play outside? It's such a lovely day!"

Loki turned to his daughter, holding Kore to his chest with a smile as he shook his head. "Sadly not, Princess," he replied, looking down at Kore and then Haven, "Mummy needs her sleep so I have to look after your sister. Perhaps later?"

Haven kept a smile on her face as she nodded before turning on her heel and sprinting to her bedroom. Closing the door gently behind her, the little princess slid down the soft wood with tears in her eyes. She knew she couldn't throw a tantrum around Loki or you because they were already going through so much but it still hurt so much to see Kore favoured over her.

The little princess looked around her room, at the photos on the wall of her with her parents. The better times, the time before Kore came along and stole everything from her. Her sorrow consumed her and she covered her mouth as she sobbed, slowly making her way over to her bed to hide below the blankets.

Days later, Loki had not offered to play with her and whenever Haven approached her mother, she saw that Kore was always there. The infant was always in one of their arms, like Haven used to be. The eldest child sneered when her parents weren't looking, hating the child that had taken her place in her parents heart.

Sitting at the dining table at teatime was different too. No longer would daddy conjure illusions for her, entertaining her if she didn't feel like eating, he would focus more on the infant in mummy's arms, cooing and tickling her belly. Haven ate as much as she could then excused herself silently to her bedroom.

She couldn't sleep that night. Constantly haunted by the cries of her sister down the hall. Annoyed beyond belief when she heard the harmonic voice of her mother singing the little monster to sleep followed by an Asgardian lullaby from her daddy. Seething with anger, Haven waited for them to go to bed before she left her bedroom and made her way down the hall to her sister's room.

Once she was inside the bedroom, she cast an enchantment on the baby monitor to block any sounds so her parents wouldn't hear anything. Once that was sorted, Haven made her way over to the bassinet that used to be hers and scowled down at the sleeping baby inside.

"I don't know what spell you cast," she hissed, glaring down at the child as her magic gleamed in her hands, "but you have taken my mummy and daddy away. I hate you. I hate, hate, hate you."

Feeling satisfied, Haven teleported back to her bedroom and threw the covers over her when she was back in bed, sobbing herself to sleep.

A month passed and it was portrait day. Haven was forced to go to Asgard with her parents and Kore to get a portrait taken to mark the birth of her little sister.

When she was shown where to stand, Haven was disheartened. She had to stand beside her daddy while mummy got to sit down with Kore in her arms. How dare she Haven thought with scorn I used to sit on mummy's lap in portraits! How dare she take my place!

As the painter began with the sketch, Haven shook with jealousy although she kept her face stoic and professional. She wanted to be her parents world again! Why couldn't they love her like they loved Kore? What had she done wrong?

Half an hour into the portrait process, Haven felt the ghost of a hand on her back and she looked up to her father, who was looking down at her with concern. "Are you alright, sweet girl?" he asked softly, furrowing his eyebrows with a frown.

"I am fine, father," she replied numbly, not missing how Loki flinched before she faced the front with her emotionless mask on again.

"Your majesties, you do not need to stay any longer," the painter spoke after a few more minutes and that was all it took for Haven to disappear in a puff of purple smoke.

The eldest Princess appeared in the palace library and ran up the stairs to her hideout that she had created behind one of the useless sections of Asgard's history books. Pulling the door open, Haven rushed inside and closed the opening behind her.

She officially hated portrait day! Maybe next time they have to do it, she won't be needed. They don't love her anymore.

The distance only grew after that. Three years passed with Haven waiting for her birthday to come so she'd be the centre of attention for once.

Now, though, it was her tenth birthday and she was waiting in bed for her parents to come get her but it was eight-thirty and they hadn't yet.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and hope rose in Haven's chest only to be shattered when Kore jumped on her chest. "Mornin'!!" the brat screamed, bouncing up and down on Haven's chest, "daddy tol' me to come get you! We having pancakes! Come on, sissy!"

Haven groaned and rolled onto her side, tears forming in her eyes as she shook her head. "Not hungry," she replied coldly.

"Don' be like dat," Kore replied with a frown, bouncing on Haven's bed now she couldn't jump on her chest, "daddy made pancakes! PancakesI, Haven!"

"Get out!" Haven yelled, pulling her pillow over her ears, "I'll be out in a minute!"

The soft patter of feet signalled that Kore was gone and Haven was allowed to breathe. With a roll of her eyes, Haven slid out of bed, pulled on her robe and left her bedroom.

When she got to the kitchen, she saw her father with her mother, feeding Kore some pancakes. "Morning," she whispered, sitting at the table and looking down at the pancakes ready for her. There was about five pancakes with chocolate syrup written as a 'happy birthday' on the top one and Haven finally felt herself smile.

"Happy birthday, sweet pea," Loki smiled at her, kissing her temple and rubbing her back, "you have lots of presents to open when you're ready."

Haven grinned up at her father and nodded as she began eating. When she was done, she made her way into the living room and saw the pile of presents waiting for her, making her smile widen.

After opening her presents, Haven looked up at her parents and smiled. "Can we play with them outside?" she asked with a hopeful grin, "it's a nice day!"

"I suppose it is a beautiful day," you murmured with a small smile, looking at Loki before walking to the front door only to freeze when you heard Kore start crying.

"Mama, my toof fell out," the child cried, holding a bloody tooth in her hand, "I ran into the sofa and it came out. It was wobbly dis morning."

"Oh my poor baby!" you cooed, rushing over to her and checking her mouth, "I guess the tooth fairy will be coming tonight then!"

Haven scowled at Kore as both you and Loki surrounded her. Throwing her presents to the ground, the eldest released a frustrated groan and spat to her sister, "oh yes, another way to make everything about you. Might as well make today your birthday. I hate you."

With that, the girl took off toward her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Back in the solitude of her room once more, Haven cast a spell so that it was soundproof before she screamed her heart out. Years of frustration, years of being sidelined, YEARS OF KORE.

"I hate her, I hate her, I HATE HER," Haven cried as she paced her bedroom, throwing magic bursts at her wall before repairing it. She continued chanting it until she heard a knock on her door and she flinched.

"Haven? Sweet pea, come out, please..." came her father's voice and it ripped a harsh snort from Haven's throat.

"Funny," she sneered, allowing him to hear her, "now I exist to you guys."

"Haven Frigga Lokidottir, open the door," Loki's voice became more stern and he knocked again, "it was just a misunderstanding. Kore didn't wish to upset you."

Haven approached the door and shook with anger. She had allowed her little sister to take her place all the other time but on her birthday?! No chance!

"Go away, father," she growled, "doesn't Kore need a bottle or something?!"

"Now come on, there's no need for that," Loki chided her, knocking again with a sigh, "darling let me in. Please? Daddy-daughter talk?"

The promise of daddy-daughter time lit Haven's heart with hope but she knew not to be hopeful anymore. With a sigh, Haven unlocked the door and allowed her father entry.

It had been ages since Loki had stepped into her room for daddy-daughter time. He looked so different to Haven's memory of him. He looked older, more tired, less like her father. "Haven, darling, we have done everything to keep you both equal," Loki whispered, kneeling slowly so he didn't startle her, "surely you know that?"

Haven rolled her eyes and looked away from her father. "You say that but I'm constantly pushed to the side in favour of her. My little sister. More like my replacement."

"Replacement?" Loki echoed brokenly, his eyes shining with horror as he watched his daughter. "Haven, my sweet child, no..." he whispered, taking her hand and flinching when she ripped it away from him, "we would never replace you."

Haven sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sure," she drawled, shrugging her shoulders, "because the last few years have been so good for the family, right?"

Loki's frown deepened as he looked at her. "Sweetheart," he whispered softly, looking into her eyes, "we're happy. You've been happy."

"How would you know?" Haven snapped, her eyes flashing with magic and hatred, "you've only had eyes for Kore!"

"That's not true and you know it!" Loki replied quickly, almost desperately, "Haven, you... you're the best thing to ever happen to me and your mother. Kore is an addition to our family... do you not love her?"

"I hate her," Haven hissed, glaring straight at Loki, "I wish you'd never had her."

There was silence in the bedroom for a while after that as the shock sunk in, the reality of what Haven had just said sinking into Loki's ears and causing tears to fall from his eyes. "You didn't hate her when you held her for the first time," he whispered brokenly, furiously wiping his eyes, "you didn't hate her just last week when she tripped and you healed her knee, you didn't hate her when we went to Disney and you held her hand all the time so she wouldn't run off, you didn't hate her on her birthday when she needed your help with the candles of her cake."

"I did," the girl replied coldly, her glare almost murderous, "because she's the apple of your eye now. She's replaced me now and I am nothing to you. Useless unless I am to be your heir to Asgard. I hate Kore. I hate her."

Loki saw the hatred in Haven's eyes but he also saw the desperation, fear and pain in them too. Haven truly felt alone and he regretted not noticing it sooner. "Oh, my sweet girl," Loki whispered before opening his arms, "can i hug you? Do you need a hug?"

It took exactly four seconds for Haven's resolve to shatter and she jumped into his arms, crumbling and sobbing into his shoulder brokenly as she used to do when she was little. She cried her heart out and gripped onto Loki's clothes desperately as she knew that when he left the room, he would be Kore's daddy as well. But for now, she cried and poured out all her despair in his arms.

"Please give her a chance," Loki whispered softly, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to her temple, "she looks up to you, Haven. You were her first word, the one she first walked to... you're her hero..."

Was she? Haven hadn't known any of that before, she hadn't spent much time around her little sister to even realise those little details. All Haven spent her time thinking about when she thought of her little sister was how the brat had replaced her but now she was open to the possibility that it was just her jealousy blinding her from loving her sister.

"I hate her," she repeated brokenly, gripping Loki's clothes tighter as she sobbed, "she took you from me. I'm not your girl anymore!"

"Oh, sweet girl," Loki whispered gently, cradling his daughter gently and rocking her softly, smiling down at her, "she hasn't taken me from you. I am still here whenever you need me, I swear it."

The princess sniffled and clung to her daddy as she to calm down and soon, slumber overtook her thoughts and she passed out in Loki's arms. The God frowned at his daughter and carried her to her bed, laying her down before laying down behind her, pulling her into his chest.

"This is all you wanted all these years... my attention," he whispered through tears, "you must have felt alone even if we tried to make you both feel so equal. My daughter... you will never be forgotten... Happy birthday, my sweet little girl..."

Birthday presents and cake forgotten, the rest of the afternoon was spent with Loki cradling his daughter as she slept and held her as she cried in her sleep. He knew it would take a while to help her feel better but he would do his best to help her feel like she was still special to him. She was always his little princess, she would never stop being his princess.

It will just take time.

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caroldantops · 1 year ago

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it's kind of an au, but king!valkyrie x knight!carol

carol becomes part of the kingsguard after losing a swordfight to valkyrie, and according to asgardian tradition she needs to submit to the king (in all meanings of the word)

the only way to earn her freedom is fighting val again and winning, so val starts training carol. she is so into being val's princess that she never tries to challenge her, but they do the lessons anyway bc it's like foreplay to valkyrie and carol loves the rewards/punishments that come afterwards.

-👻

YESSSS!! i like to think carol at first was very determined to earn her freedome, but. she was very very quickly convinced that serving valkyrie however she wishes (which usually entails her on her knees getting her facefucked or on all fours pinned to valkyrie's extravagant bed) is much much better than any life she lived before ❤️

#👻#c: carol #c: valkyrie #s: valcarol #thirst tag

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 1 year ago

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(Open Rp) Marvel Au and Ben10 World in "Royal Secrets Of Asgard"

A Long time ago, there is a Place Home Where all the gods and warriors lived in the Center of the nine realms Called "Asgard". It was Ruled by the Allfather of the gods name "Odin" Whom he sits on his throne watching over his kingdom with his two Sons and daughter by his side along with his beautiful wife..Then One day, Odins Daughter Announce that She is marrying The general of Sakutopia back in midgard..Her father was pleased, Time pass by..She gave Birth to her Lovely Daughter Name "Saphira Lorraina Fox" the princess of All Asgard…She is Half Kitsune and Half Asgardian…When She got older by the age of 5 , She got Magic and Mischief lesson from her uncle Loki The god of Mischief and the Fighting Skills With her uncle Thor The god of thunder. When She got even more older, She became beautiful and Compassion and fierce Just like her Mother and father. Then one day Odin announce that Saphira Will become a goddess of Love and Compassion and War, But Odin heard about the Prophecy from the Oracle that Saphira Will be the Most Powerful goddess…More Powerful than Odin himself and the other gods… When Odin Decided to Send Saphira to Midgard To find a proper Suitor Upon a Watchful eyes of The gatekeeper name Heimdall..But years pass…Odin wanted to hear Heimdall reports…but Alas..Heimdall told odin that Her Sorry excuse Ex-boyfriend named Ronald Stoppable has been betrayed her..and Killed His own daughter by his own hands .His Words Made Odins Blood Boils..even Saphira's Father Mordue was Too was infuriated..Knowing that Ronald Stoppable was Down right cruel, greedy, and selfish For treated His own Daughter as a Slave and all…He wanted to Smite them..but Couldn't.. In the Meetings, Saphira's parents, grandparents and her Uncles are Arguing about Saphira's Suitors Delima…., However Odin has come to the Solution as well…her family decided to stay in Midguard and Disguised themselves as A Very Wealthy and rich family in "New asgard" known as "The Odinsons",,,After Saphira graduated..Her parents Began to Make her to be a Most beautiful Models in "Odinsons Buisness" and "Fox Co." as well..So..Saphira became famous in middleton now..but..She decided to move away..from middleton..to bellwood..home of the good people..until..Saphira was in the tour bus at camping sight..until..She saw something crash into the forest as she gasp and said,"Odins beard what was that? I must take a look." She began to head there and saw a Small boy name ben tennyson whom he got this strange object and clamped onto his wrist..and time passed..She bump into diamond head as she made an off and said," OH i am very sorry sir i- Oh your that diamond headed guy.." but he runs off…and saphira was so suprised…until..next morning..she met with a boy again and she said* oh its you!..umm whats your name? then he answers

#Open rp #romance #Drama #ben 10 #Marvel #Fall

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puckwritesstuff · 2 years ago

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The new AU where Vali is a sorcercer is so cute! How would the Avengers and other people that knows Dr. Strange react to him being fatherly to Vali?

This is going to be an "everyone survived Infinity War/Endgame" AU because I needed Tony to be the one reacting to this. Hope that's good with you all.

Thank you for the ask!

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Tony walked into the conference room at Avengers HQ to see Váli sitting at the table. Crayons were scattered all around her and her legs, not long enough to reach the floor, swung under the chair.

“Um, hi,” he said.

Váli looked up.

“Hi, Mr. Stark,” she said.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Váli looked back at her coloring as she spoke.

“Mama and Papa are busy with Uncle Fandral and Nari’s on a date with Morgan,” Váli said. “So, Master Dr. Strange said he could watch me.”

Tony blinked.

“Sorry, your brother’s on a date with who?” he said.

Before Váli could respond, Strange walked into the room.

“This would be so much easier if he could just learn to use a phone,” he muttered. “Okay, Váli, I think I’m done here.”

Váli jumped up from her chair with the drawing she was working on and rushed over to him.

“I drew Yggdrasil!” she said. “Look!”

“Doctor,” Tony said.

Strange paused. “Afternoon, Stark.”

“You’re not looking!” Váli said.

Strange looked at the drawing.

“It’s very nice, Váli,” he said. “Are we ready to pack up?”

“That’s Ratatoskr and Níðhöggr,” she said, pointing to a squirrel and snake on the tree. “The burned branch is where Asgard used to be, and that’s Grandfather Odin hanging there!”

She pointed to a stick figure hangman coming off the black colored branch, wearing an eyepatch and a long, gray beard.

“I see,” Strange said. “But we need to pack up now, okay?”

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Váli said.

Strange sighed. “Fine. But then we need to leave.”

Váli put the drawing down on the table and rushed off to find the bathroom. Tony was doing everything not to burst out laughing. Strange shot him a look.

“She seems to be a handful,” Tony said.

“She is a very promising student of the Mystic Arts and—”

“No, I get it,” Tony said. “Thor told us all about how you’re going to stop the end of the world by teaching some card tricks to a princess.”

“How long has it been since someone called you an arrogant jackass?” Strange asked.

“At least a week,” Tony said. “You might want to watch your language around the kid though, they hear way more than you think.”

“Okay, look—”

Before Strange could make a real objection, the alarms went off. The screen at the end of the room lit up to show a CNN broadcast of New York City. A large, many tentacled beast was climbing up the sheer glass of One World Trade Center, its single eye darting around as it looked over Manhattan.

“Shuma-Gorath,” Strange said.

“We’ve got this,” Tony said. “We’ll call Wong, you deal with Little Red.”

“Wong’s exorcising Dormammu out of Mordo right now,” Strange said. “Not exactly something he can stop in the middle of. You need me, and Váli will be just fine.”

Tony sighed. “I get that the kid’s Asgardian, but she’s still just a kid.”

“Except she’s not just a kid,” Strange said.

Váli ran back into the room.

“I didn’t do it!” she said.

“We’re going on a field trip,” Strange said. “You’re gonna need your game face.”

Váli nodded and taking a deep breath, she shifted into a wolf, already full sized, with red Asgardian armor on. She looked up at Strange, her tail wagging.

Tony blinked.

“All right, let’s suit up,” he said.

#prompt #fanfiction #vali #doctor strange #tony stark #logyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP Sorcerer Vali AU

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wolfvnger · 1 year ago

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✩ ATTENTION!! Anything NSFW please DNI, this place is strictly SW and therefore minors are allowed to interact if they choose to do so. Crossover friendly!

You are welcome to interact with me or rp with my o through DM otherwise asks or reblogs are welcome, I won't keep them going to too long!

Freyja’s IC: Text be green hehe 🐍

CHARACTER PROFILE

This is incompleted!

OK!! now that you've read that, introducing... ✩

Name: Freyja Lokisdottir

Nickname(s): Frey, Fay-Fey

Species: Frost Giant, Human/Mortal

Ethnicity/Race: Jotunn Asgardian

Aliases: Daughter of Loki, Princess of Asgard, Goddess of Stories and Time, Heir of Yggdrasil, Tree of Time Protectress, Harbinger of Time, Dragoness, The Dragon Whisper, Little Dreamer, The Analyst’s Daughter, Mini Mischief Maker, Snakelet

Age: not yet born, 2 (in rp outside of respected timeline)

Birthday: Unknown

Zodiac: Unknown

Height: Unknown

Hair Colour: Golden blonde, likes to switch it to black sometimes depending on how she feels

Eye Colour: Naturally blueish but turns red when in Jotunn form and glows green when using magic

Skin Colour: Light, but when in Jotunn form it’s blue

Pronouns: Any (she/her in rp)

Gender: Fluid

Sexuality: Unknown

Accent: British with a slight hint of (Texan) American

Family:

From her universe

AU Loki Laufeyson - Loki Series (mother/father)

@inz-lokisdottir AU Mobius (father)

@inz-lokisdottir AU Sylvie Laufeyson (aunty)

From alternate realities, other rps!

Rúna Maximoff-Lokisdottir (multiversal half sister)

@inz-lokisdottir (multiversal half sister)

@einarlokison (multiversal half brother)

Yri Fandraldottir (multiversal younger half sister)

@kaiduslokison (multiversal half brother)

Powers/Skills/Abilities:

Because she’s too young she hasn’t learnt most of them. Some are instinctive.

Super speed, super strength, dexterity, healing factor, agility, durability, speed, stamina, longetivity and other physical attributes, cold immunity

Ice manipulation/cryokinesis, telekinesis,

Shapeshifting

Telepathy, psychic abilities (clairvoyant/claiaudient)

Teleportation (unchecked power, kind of just happens randomly)

Illusions (anything below, she’s too young to know)

Flight

Asgardian Magic

Dimensional Manipulation (requires a lot of energy)

Eldritch Magic

Hand to hand combat (too young to learn)

Master in various martial arts (too young to learn)

Alignment: unknown

Personality Type: unknown

Personality: unknown

BACKSTORY

| Coming soon |

SIDE STORIES/AUs

HEADCANONS

FACECLAIM

#freyja lokisdottir 🐍#marvel oc #wolfy mcwolferton iii ocs

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eclipsecrowned · 7 months ago

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available muses + titles/settings under cut, page stretcher, consider viewing on blog proper rather than dash.

bachelorettes:

charlotte beatrix marie rhody wyndham (berserk) / princess, heiress presumptive, and later queen of midland. fantasy based but portable to other settings.

melisande (flight of dragons) / princess to an unnamed fallen kingdom with no clear indication where she falls on hypothetical inheritance. fantasy based but portable to other settings.

roxelena angethier (dnd) / eldest daughter and heiress to a substantial merchant family. she intends to serve her family dutifully, which may require marital politics in due time. good luck though she's a bard and a wheeler and dealer. fantasy based.

asha greyjoy (asoiaf) / eldest child and preferred heir of house greyjoy. she's going to fight your muse about this and probably go self-made widow idk what else to tell you. fantasy based.

joanna lannister (asoiaf) / eldest trueborn daughter of an unlanded later son of a lord paramount. tight with her cousins who hold substantially more power. i love aus who the fuck else would even put up with her bullshit. fantasy based but portable.

mira snow (asoiaf oc) / bastard daughter of lord stark's elder brother who died in the rebellion. as her cousins keep falling, there are factions who remember that a man's daughter inherits before his brother and want to present her as a pretender. fantasy based but portable.

brienne of tarth (asoiaf) / only living child and heiress of lord selwyn of tarth. no she's not going to believe this is happening. yes she is going to question your muse's sanity. yes she is going to give them an out from this marriage. fantasy based but portable.

cristina dragfy (historical oc) / only child of the dragfy family, land-owning nobles in historical wallachia. you're marrying into a cursed line of monster hunters but at least your wife is pretty and kind. historical fantasy based but portable.

merel van breda (grishaverse oc) / stepdaughter of a wealthy mercher patriarch, and probably her stepdad's favorite kid. an innovative engineer, she's actually seeking a match to game the system surrounding women's rights in business -- namely concerning the rights of widows. would you be willing to fake your death for a handsome payout? apply inside. fantasy based but portable.

eleirch merch iaen (arthuriana) / daughter of a welsh chieftain and maternal relative to the one and only king arthur. a frequent feature of her cousin's court, she's strange but also an only daughter. her father longs to see her future secured in marriage before he passes. fantasy based but portable.

gwynevere, princess of sunlight (dark souls) / oldest daughter and eventual successor of gwyn, lord of sunlight. beloved of the people and known to be an unparalleled beauty, she will do whatever her father asks of er, and is not afraid to barter for her own ends. fantasy based but portable.

evi (stormlight archives) / ok so basically her earliest arc point is her brother trying to use her hand in marriage as a bartering chip for sanctuary and security after the two are made refugees. her dowry is a magical set of armor. she'd prefer choice in the matter but she is so tired of always running, perhaps it would be nice to stay. fantasy based but portable.

freyja njordsdotter (norse mythology) / daughter of the king of the vanir, and a daughter of desire incarnate which makes her uncannily powerful all things considered. a hostage of the asgardian royal family. this is not going to end well for you. there's an entire story about the last time someone tried to force her hand. fantasy based but portable.

sigyn (norse mythology) / her father is leader of a small community, and she serves in king odin's court before the troubles. it's conceivable that she'd be a fetching catch for her ties to others, even if she'd be ambivalent to more political matches. or her father or odin might have pulled something. savvy and composed, you're going to have a time courting her, or can help her to break this arrangement. fantasy based but portable.

hnoss oddrsdotter (norse mythology) / granddaughter of one king, and secret bastard daughter of another. forget the other ladies in this setting hating every second of this. she's a romantic who dreams of settling down and having passion in her life. she's more enthused about this than whoever made the match for her. fantasy-based but portable.

astraea lucis caelum (ffxv oc) / eldest child of the lucian king, and the 'daughter of the nation.' a beloved public figure and princess, who has always set aside her own needs to serve her family and nation. she'll even marry if it is required of her, but her chosen spouse will definitely see how it weighs on her. urban fantasy based but portable.

bachelors:

vellioth the martinet (bg3) / master vampire of the city of baldur's gate, but more importantly the current holder of house szarr's properties and interests. yes really i am offering him up for this one. he's terrible at the job. someone please attend to this shit so he can focus on rebuilding the church of bane. fantasy based.

'valas' devir (bg3) / son of the hero bhaalspawn and a descendant of the fallen house devir of menzoberranzan. es really. his parents played at politics in the gate during his childhood, and his mother is the scheming sort. there might be an arranged marriage of some sort he's oblivious to until it lands in his lap decades later. fantasy based.

laerion velaryon (asoiaf) / second son, then later assumed heir, of driftmark. born into an old valyrian family of good standing and the son of a targaryen princess, he's a hot piece on the marriage market. too bad he doesn't want the titles, the power, and certainly not the wife. fantasy based but portable to other settings.

zoltan szigalzy (fandomless oc) / in his mortal life, he's the only son and heir of a 12th century hungarian warlord. the perfect gentleman devoted to his family, he's basically the perfect man. if his family wasn't doomed as fuck, it might be a happy union.

jon snow (asoiaf) / he's new in town and it gets worse. presumes he eventually takes some type of title whether in the north or as rhaegar's bastard. he'll try to honor and do right by his wife but be aware i play him gay, ladies. fantasy based but portable.

tyrion lannister (asoiaf) / youngest son and nominal heir of house lannister. it is april, and he is the eternal fool. dad hates him but also won't leave him alone. he has to marry for the good of the family despite being its black sheep. please he's so traumatized. fantasy based but portable.

lestat de lioncourt (the vampire chronicles) / son of the marquis of auvergne. let's assume his meddling dad is involved pre-america and that he's running a con in any other setting <3 would you like the worst housepet known to man? here he is. eat up ladies. historically based.

lothric, younger prince (dark souls) / prince of a kingdom that shares his name, and grandson of the god-king gwyn. he's played up as a beautiful messiah to the people, while actually being a chronically ill hybrid grown in a lab. watch his parents and the court play games about why his betrothed cannot possibly see him, all as he's trying to communicate with them 'get the fuck out this is a cult.' fantasy based, but portable.

utgard-loki (norse mythology) / king of jotunheim. he's an unmarried king of an entire realm. his council has decided he needs to remedy that, especially as asgardian aggression grows in audacity. fantasy based, but portable.

titus drautos (final fantasy xv) / he's a high-ranking man with ties to the royal family and a traitor to his adoptive land. if he needs an in somewhere or to sell his con as an upright lucian emigre, then he'll do this. he'll hate it beneath the surface. but he'll do it. prepare for awkward but sincere attempts at affection like he can lessen the blow and late nights away from home. urban fantasy based but portable.

gender cannot constrain them:

claude di montoya (historical fiction oc) / heir to the marquisate of cea, a genderfluid figure who presents alternatively as their uncle's nephew claudio and as claudio's sibling, claudia. historically based but portable to other settings.

gabrielle de lioncourt (the vampire chronicles) / eldest child and nominal heir to a duchy in 18th century sicily. fated to a miserable arranged marriage in canon, and is going to fight against getting married just as hard in thread. historically based.

hel lokadotter (norse mythology) / queen of two realms in her cosmology. of noble jotun blood and with ties to the asgardian royal family. could be her hand was promised before all her troubles began and someone is trying to collect on promises made by her caretakers when she was only a child. could be she's bartering making a play for alliances. fantasy based.

odessa harkonnen (dune oc) / member of house harkonnen and part of the na-baron's inner circle. a dyke of undefinable gender who has tried to avoid marriage and ha stifled her own fertility, but it's a new age under the atreides. scifi based but portable.

steeples fingers.

i'm blaming my abiding crush on n*cola for this one but... like to perhaps plot an arranged marriage scenario. goes for all of my historical and fantasy muses, of course. 'm likely to go for something more cerebral i warn you now, whether characters conspiring to get out of it or make the best of it, playing politics, etc. will reblog with a list of available muses for this plot for those curious.

#out of stories

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holdmytesseract · 1 year ago

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Through The Years

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

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: bit angst? sad/slightly desperate Loki, drama, yelling? fluff

Word Count: 3k

a/n: This chapter is a very important one, I'd say. After all, we are going to find out who is going to be the heir to the throne! 👀

Also, I thought I post this today, because it's Tomathy's birthday! 🥳🥰

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Chapter Four - The Crown Prince

"What bothers you, my king?" You asked your husband in a soft, hushed voice - not to startle him. He was standing on the big balcony of your shared chambers, gazing into distance. Loki and the landscape to his feet were bathed in bright, soft blue moonlight; illuminating the dark. Summers on Jotunheim were beautiful, you learned. Some might would not expect this, but it was true. It wasn't super warm though, unlike on Asgard. Warm enough to grow crops and such, but that was it. Certainly not warm enough to run around naked - at least for you. While Loki stood there in nothing but his sleep loincloth, you were tightly wrapped up in your Asgardian dressing gown - plus some warm fur slippers. The nights were colder anyway.

"Is it what I think it is?" You questioned him further; now wrapping your hands around his strong torso; hugging him from behind. "The announcement?" You felt how Loki took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes, my queen." before he put his big hands on your smaller ones. "I... I am afraid I made the wrong decision and..." You ran your thumb in a caressing manner over the bulging muscles of his abs. "And?" He swallowed. "I never wanted to choose. I knew from the moment they were born that I had to one day, but... I never wanted to carry this burden. Why cannot decide someone else? The people? Or our advisors?" You sighed as well, knowing how bad he felt. "I know, my love, I know, but... Unfortunately, it's the king's decision. It always was; always will be." He scoffed, clearly affected by all this. "I remember that day... Clearly. Father chose Thor. Being the first born was to his advantage, but... Nevertheless, Odin would've chosen my brother. He believed he was the better king. Wiser. More mature. I accepted it - and in the end, I'm glad he didn't choose me. Because if he had, who knows if our paths ever crossed? I doubt it." The king squeezed your hands gently; loving - bathing in your embrace. "Well, I am glad, too, love. I am lucky to call you my queen now - and wife. I wouldn't want any other princess. Just you. Always you..." He muttered, pausing. "But this is different... Our boys are twins. No first born. No one of them has an advantage. By the norns, I wouldn't even want that... We always treated them equally - how it should be and now... Now I am forced to favour one of them. As a father, this is cruel."

Your heart broke at his words. You knew very well how he must feel. It wasn't fair - but that was a burden of being alive... Sometimes it was just not fair. "I know, my love, I know," you whispered and pressed a lingering kiss on the soft skin of his bare back. "I find this just as cruel as you do. Parents shouldn't have to ever put one child over the others and it's just not fair, but... Life unfortunately isn't fair..." You spoke the words on your mind, but stopped to press another reassuring kiss on his skin. "You need to remind yourself that this is a decision you make as a king. Not as a father." You could hear your husband swallowing again, before he turned in your embrace and lowered his upper body, in order to press his forehead against yours. "Should I mirror your words in front of them? Tell Áki and Váli that I'd never make this decision as a father, but have to as a king?" You nodded. "Yes. I think it would be important for them to know." Another deep sigh left your husband's lips. "I hope they'll understand... I don't know what to do if they don't."

You loosened your grip around his torso and lifted your hands to cup his cheeks; giving Loki a soft smile. "They'll understand. I know they will." The king nodded, squeezed his eyes shut and held you even closer. You let him, of course, enjoyed the tight embrace you were in.

"Let's go to bed, my king, shall we?" "Yes." You led Loki back to your marital bed then, sunk together with him in the sheets and held him close. It was just what he needed that night. The undying, unshakeable love and support of his wife.

Nevertheless, didn't have Loki a restful night. He tossed and turned from time to time; thoughts running wild inside his head. That was the reason why he was up quite early; watching the sun rise over Jotunheim.

You woke up with the sun as well; sleepy eyes searching for your husband. "Loki?" "Over here, my love." Your eyes followed his voice. He was sitting on the settee in front of the empty fireplace; gaze settled on you. "Good morning, darling." You smiled sleepy; stretching your limbs. "Good morning." You could feel his beautiful ruby eyes on you; watching you with an overwhelming amount of love and gentleness. But when your gaze met his, you could also see how troubled he was. Still. Your expression softened. "C'mere, my love." Reaching out your hand towards him, you waited for him to take it.

It only took him a few seconds to bridge the distance between the settee and bed; eagerly taking your hand into his and intertwining your fingers. You pulled him gently closer, until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he had no other choice but to lean down. With a soft, loving smile, you caught his lips with yours; kissing him lazily. Loki's eyes fluttered shut; heart beating faster. He'd never get tired of kissing you. Never.

"Have you decided yet?" Your sweet voice urged to his ears; pulling the king down on the harsh reality. Perhaps he got lost in your eyes for a few moments... With a deep sigh he nodded, "I have, yes." and told you this important decision.

"What do you think of it? Do I... Do I make the right choice, my queen?" Loki was so uncertain and troubled. You'd even go as far and say that he was afraid. So, you tried your best to comfort him. Just like you did last night. "I'd say you do, yes." You said honestly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll make a great further king. I am convinced by that."

Mere hours later, the king of Jotunheim was in his throne room, sitting upon his throne. His leg bounced nervously up and down; he definitely felt the burden of the upcoming event on his shoulders, weighing him down. Like hypnotized, he stared on the big doors, waiting for them to open - which they did only a few minutes later, revealing two guards and his twin sons. The guards let them in, took a bow and closed the doors again, leaving the three men alone.

"You wanted to see us, dad?" Áki was the first one to talk; being definitely the braver twin. Puberty changed the young men, of course, but not their characters. Áki was brave and talkative, while Váli was shyer and more reserved. Not that Váli didn't have braveness within him, but not as much as his brother.

Loki nodded, took a deep breath. "How to begin with?" He muttered to himself, before standing up and stepped closer to his sons. "I have to talk with you both about something important. But not here. Let's take a walk, shall we?" Said and done. Father and sons left the palace only minutes later. "Do we have to be afraid of what you need to tell us?" Váli asked, eyeing Loki with a slightly worried gaze. "No, it's... It's..." The king took another breath. "You are now 20 years old. You've grown into big, strong and wise men - without a doubt. And I couldn't be prouder of you. I really am - and so is your mother." The twin brothers exchanged a sceptical look. Not that they never heard those words from their father before, no - quite the opposite, but... Something in Loki's voice was different. Áki and Váli could tell. "You learned so much in all those years. About Jotunheim, about your heritage, about how to act as princes - and you're doing it to perfection." Loki paused. "It is time for me to make a decision. I avoided it for a long time; tried to escape it, but... I can't do it much longer. Our people, the advisors - yes, the whole kingdom expects from me to finally decide. And I have. I had to."

Váli frowned at his father, while Áki already had a guess. "What is this all about, dad?" Loki sighed. "The throne. My successor." Váli was definitely more surprised than his brother. "T-The throne? You are telling us who the crown prince is going to be?" "Exactly, my son." Áki just nodded. "We're ready for it. I am ready for it." Loki smiled at his sons. "I know you both are. I just don't know if I am ready. Well, I guess I'll never be - but that doesn't matter." The king swallowed hard. "But before I am going to tell you this, I want you both to know that it wasn't an easy decision for me. I thought long about this. Mostly even at night. I want you to know, that I made this decision as a king - not as a father. I never would. My love for you is equally strong. It always was and it always will be. I love you more than life itself, my sons." Áki smiled, just like his brother. "We love you, too." Váli agreed. "We do - and we know that you'd never favour one of us above the other as a father, but have to as a king."

Those words meant a lot to Loki; helping to ease his fear and worries a bit. He stopped and turned to place a hand on a shoulder of each twin. "This means a lot to me. I'm glad you understand. Now that that's settled..." Loki swallowed hard. "Váli, Áki... Each of you is perfectly qualified for the throne, but... I'd like you to be the future king of Asgard, Váli." The young man's eyes widened. He absolutely hadn't seen that coming. He always had expected his brother to be the future king. Áki was stronger, braver - a warrior and a true Jotun, while Váli was... Just himself. A bit dreamy, quiet and had his nose always buried in a book. Despite that, he looked like his mother - an Æsir. Not Jotun. Was that really what his father wanted? What the people wanted?

"W-What? M-Me?" Loki nodded. "Yes, you, Váli." "B-But... Why?" The king smiled softly. "Because you are smart, wise and kind. You always make the right decisions. You are well-read and know how to rule." Váli was literally speechless. His lips moved, but now words left his mouth. "And I am not?!" The angry, clearly jealous voice of Áki cut through the air. Loki quickly redirected his attention, looked his other son in the eyes. "I never said that, Áki. You are smart and wise. You have a lot of kindness in you as well, but-" "But what?!" The furious prince literally spat. "You're a bit hot-headed. You have so much passion and energy flowing through your veins. You, my son, are the greatest warrior I have ever seen. Even greater than I am - which is why I believe, that it would be better for you to defend our home. Make sure it's safe. I want you to stand at your brother's side as his first advisor and leader of our army."

Unlike his brother, Áki rather had expected to be crowned future king. He always found himself perfect for this. Worthy of becoming a king. He didn't want to be jealous of his brother. He really didn't, because he loved Váli dearly. But the heat of the moment and his slightly hot-headed nature blinded him.

Áki answered nothing to his father's almost desperate try to explanation. He just scoffed and stormed off, leaving a distraught Loki behind. This certainly didn't go as planned. That was exactly what Loki always wanted to prevent... What he was fleeing from...

It was already quite late, when Loki decided to approach his son again, in order to talk to him. The king knew, that he couldn't spend the night in peace without having talked to Áki. You told Loki to give him some space, which he understood - but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to talk to him. So, Loki went to his chambers, but found them empty. Áki wasn't there. It didn't stop the king, though. He had a guess, knew exactly where he would most likely find the prince. While Váli preferred to escape into the secret room in the library, whenever he needs to be alone, his brother fled to the training grounds. That's where Loki went next - and he was successful. Áki was there, letting out all his anger and frustration on a Jotun sized target. His sword beat down on it, over and over again; abusing the wooden surface and causing it to splinter. Loki took a deep breath, feeling his nerves again.

"Son..." Áki immediately stopped at the sound of his father's voice. Breathing heavily, with his chest rising and falling quickly, he turned around to face Loki. "What do you want?" "I want to talk with you." Áki released a breathless, derisive chuckle. "Didn't we already talk enough?" Another deep sigh left Loki's lips; desperation crawling up in him once again. "Please, Áki. I know this frustrates you, but-" "No!" The young prince cuts him off. "I don't understand your motives, father! We both know I'd be the better king!" Áki insisted; fury ruby eyes meeting his father's identical ones. "I never denied that! I know you'd be a great king!" "Then why I won't get to be king?!" Loki inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment. "Because of your temper and hot-headed nature. Those aren't exceptionally bad characteristics - and you know that, but-" "But what?!" The prince spat. "Let me finish my sentence, young man, and you'll hear!" Loki had a short fuse sometimes as well. Like father, like son... Áki clapped his mouth shut at Loki's small outburst and took a submissive step back; turned into a little boy again within seconds. "A-Apologies, father." Loki gave him an intense look and crossed his arms over his chest. "I believe that you can use those... abilities of yours way better in being the leader of our army. You fit perfectly in this role. You were always destined to be a warrior. Just like I am. Just like your mother was." The king's anger deflagrated quickly again, when he saw the hurt and sorrowful look in his son's eyes. A little boy once again, indeed.

Loki sighed and stepped closer to his son; placed a hand on his bare shoulder. "Look, I... That is exactly what I always wanted to prevent. What I always was afraid of - since yours and your brother's birth. I knew I had to choose someday - and it scared me to death. Because of that. Because I had to disappoint one of you. I am sorry, son. I truly am. I... I hoped I would be able to compensate your loss of the throne with the position as the leader of our warriors and first advisor, ruling at your brother's side and supporting him like nobody else could..." Loki swallowed, "But I'm afraid, I failed." and shook his head. "But my decision stands. My offer stands." He sighed. "Again, I am truly sorry, Áki. I hope that one day you can wrap your head around this and forgive me - and perhaps accept my gift for you. You can be angry. You have every right to be angry, but please... Don't blame your brother for this. Don't let him feel your wrath." With those words Loki let go of Áki and stepped back in order to leave. "And please... Don't let me lose my son. I couldn't bear it." The king knew when he lost - and that was the case, so he turned around and walked away.

What he didn't expect, though, was Áki's voice, holding him back. "Dad, wait!" He almost yelled, before adding in a quiet voice: "Please..." Loki stopped dead in his tracks. "I... I didn't mean to react the way I did. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was... inappropriate." Loki swallowed and turned around slowly to face Áki again. "You're right. I have a temper... And I am hot-headed as well. It took over. I got lost in the heat of the moment. I should be grateful for what you're giving me... Not angry." Loki's words hit the young prince; cleared his foggy brain. He could see straight again. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me. Please forgive me, dad." Áki lowered his head in shame and regret.

The king couldn't believe his ears. His son's opinion changed within seconds. His heart skipped undeniably a beat; hoping for an immediate reconciliation with his son.

Loki stepped closer again - and once more found his hand the young warrior's shoulder. This gesture caused him to lift his head again; looking straight in his father's eyes. All Loki could see now in those pools of red was regret and pure honesty. He smiled softly. "Apology accepted." Áki's eyes widened. "W-What? Really?" Loki nodded. "Yes. Like I said... You had every right to be angry. I often acted the same way when I was your age." "Really?" "Really." "S-So... You're forgiving me?" Another smile grazed Loki's cerulean lips. "Of course, son. You're forgiven - but... Apologise to your brother as well. He's blaming himself already the whole day... He even thought about refusing the throne, handing it over to you and learning to fight...." Áki's eyes widened. "By the norns... Of course, I am going to apologise!"

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minnie-marvel · 7 years ago

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Crown Fell (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 3

Asgard has been destroyed and the time has come for you to live on Midgard with your brothers Thor and Loki. They’ve decided in order to live among humans you must learn to adapt to them, and what better place to do that then highschool? Don’t worry too much though, a very cute Peter Parker is ready to teach you and might be the Prince Charming you never thought you’d find on earth.

Peter Parker X Asgardian princess! Reader

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Part 1 Part 2

A/N: i love calling peter a spiderling its the funniest shit. ALSO CAN I JUST SAY I’M LIVING FOR BIG BROTHERS THOR AND LOKI???

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As Tony rolled up the divider between your family, him and Peter, he heard Peter sigh tiredly. Peter couldn’t help but stare at you through the rearview mirror as you told your brothers about your eventful first day at Midtown Tech. It wasn’t that his image of you was skewed now, he just knew that maybe trying to hang out with you would be a lot harder and make him a lot more susceptible to a mysterious stabbing, or a thunderclap to the face. He shot a look of betrayal to Tony.

“When were you going to tell me?!” He hissed under his breath.

“I did tell you! Don’t you remember kid?” Tony asked a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Peter crossed his arms and looked out the window as to not draw attention to himself as he murmured.

“All you told me was that I’d be meeting someone that I have to protect today! I assumed you meant at the compound and you know, not my high school!!!!”

Tony let out a laugh.

“It's not that big a deal kid, Y/N, may be an Asgardian princess, but she’s still a teenager!! Thor and I just want her to be able to adapt to Midgardian life seeing as Asgard went to hell according to Thor and Loki,” Peter’s eyes scanned to yours while you weren’t paying attention, wrapped up in the company of your brothers. He wondered how you were able to seem so composed and collected in school, despite having so much going on in your personal life.

“So when you say I’m supposed to protect her…” Peter trailed softly giving Tony a side glance.

“Thor says that there are still enemies of Asgard out to kick them when they’re already down. They both just want to make sure their baby sister is going to be alright here,” He glanced over his glasses to look at Peter’s conflicted figure.

“Y’know kid I’d take it as a compliment, it’s not every day that the gods of thunder and mischief trust people to help them, let alone someone as close to them as their sister.” He said before turning his eyes back to the road while driving.

“Don’t stress yourself out you’ll get grays.”

Loki let his nose scrunch up as you described lunch to him and Thor. “They made you eat what?” He asked nearly gagging.

“I must admit I didn’t find it appetizing either… so I’m famished.” You confessed laying back in your chair your stomach growling.

“And this… flash, he seems like a burden,” Thor said with a shake of his head. “Be sure to let the spiderling know if he bothers you too much.” You felt your eyebrows raise. “Spiderling? Who’s that?” You saw Loki nod off at Peter who sat beyond the divisor looking bored as he mumbled an occasional word or two to Tony.

So Peter really did know Tony Stark. You couldn’t say you were surprised, contrary to Flash you didn’t think that Peter was the type to lie about himself to others unless necessary. You smiled softly to yourself. He was a nice boy, being so kind to you on your first day when he knew virtually nothing about you still made you pleasantly surprised.

Loki and Thor exchanged quick knowing glances with one another as they caught you staring at Peter. Thor wrapped his arm around your shoulders and Loki pat the top of your head drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Nevermind that, let’s just get home so we can take a moment to ourselves and relax,” Thor smiled all while keeping his eyes on the unsuspecting spiderman who stared out the window.

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You walked beside your brothers behind Peter and Tony before you all stood in the compounds living facility standing in the kitchen. Thor roamed the refrigerator for something you could eat while Peter piped up to talk to you again.

“So…Europe huh?” He joked as you tried to keep back a laugh.

“If I knew you were an Avenger I would have told you sooner!!” You said genuinely as the two of you sat on barstools at the kitchen’s counter.

“He’s not an Avenger,” Tony chimed as he walked past the two of you.

Peter rolled his eyes as he leaned in forward to begin his assault of questions. “So since you’re like Thor and Loki’s sister, does that mean you’ve got powers too?” He asked.

“I don’t have Thor’s thunderous strength or Loki’s sly wit, but my mother has helped me with my illusions when I was younger,” you explained. You took your pointer finger letting it whir in a circle before a soft turquoise light illuminated in a ring creating the small illusion of a bee. Peter’s eyes widened before he broke out in a loud laughter.

“You didn’t!!!” he shouted staring at your illusion as the bee floated around his head. He had to admit your work was quite impressive. It fooled him and the entire cafeteria the first time, he wondered just how much you could do.

“What about the whole antler thing?? Like how Loki had when he first invaded?” He asked excitedly.

“My crown?” you asked waving a hand over your head the turquoise light creating it from the seemingly thin air. The gold crown sat on your head the sharp horns pointed backward as opposed to your brother’s and father’s crown. There were wings that framed against the side of your cheeks and went back as well to protect your face.

“I don’t really wear it often, its only for special occasions,” You explained whisking it away. “Like banquets, ceremonies, days of courtship,” you said simply with a shrug. Peter’s eyes widened but only slightly as you finished.

“Days of courtship?” His voice cracked when he asked you to explain. You nodded lamely as you watched Thor fish out some leftover french toast from the morning.

“Yes, they were always such boring ordeals but I did them for my father’s sake…” You sighed rolling your eyes just thinking back at your many evenings spent with princes of different realms and universes.

“Not many caught my eye, to be honest, I always wanted to be off with my brothers playing with them,” You shrugged.

Peter felt a lump form in his throat as he swallowed down. You were some princess alright, he wondered just how many poor souls you had turned down in your past. Before he knew the truth behind your, he would have just suggested dinner and a movie. Now he was trying to calculate in his head how much caviar might cost if he really wanted to impress you.

“None deserved your gaze my sweet sister and none do now,” Loki said putting his hands on your shoulders.Peter felt his hands get clammy. Was it just him or was his malicious gaze meant to be focused on him?

“Hey uh Odin’s angels,” Tony interjected before Peter could send a fearful gaze in his way. “A word if you will,” he said motioning to an office down the hall. “You can stay here Y/N, it’ll just be a minute, promise,” He walked ahead Thor and Loki following slowly behind.

“What is it now Stark,” Loki asked as the door closed behind them. Tony sat at the desk before pulling up a screen in the middle of the air and typing on a projection of a keyboard.

“I didn’t want to alarm you in front of your sister but I got a blip on my ETR,” he looked at the screen as he continued typing in coordinates.

“ETR…?” Thor asked his eyebrows scrunching.

“My Extra-Terrestrial Reader, it notifies me if there’s any suspicious activity from other world space crafts or portals that come into the earth. It’s what gave me a heads up when you first arrived to pick your sister up,” He explained. He pinched his fingers on a screen map of North America zooming in on a small glowing blue dot that was present in Canada not too far away from New York.

“Here’s the blip, but it’s not from a coordinate I’ve seen before,” he finished setting his arms down in frustration. “I was hoping you might know where it’s coming from.”

They both scanned the coordinates but found their minds blank as they both looked at the glowing dot curiously. Loki shook his head slowly. “It’s nothing we recognize.” He said honestly before letting out a sigh of frustration himself.

“It could be nothing,” Tony suggested. “But if it comes on my feed again it might be worth it to look into. I’d want you both with me,” he finished. “If that happens, I’m assuming you’ll want Y/N to stay here, which is fine but you should probably let her know if that’s the case.”

“No,” Loki said instantly without even registering the concept properly in his head. “Y/N has the stubbornness of my brother if she knows that there is trouble on this earth and that we’ve gone to subdue it she’ll want to come too.”

Thor nodded in agreement. “That’s not something we can let happen, Y/N is our little sister, we don’t want to throw her into any danger whatsoever.”

Tony closed the window out and folded his hands together properly as he rested his chin. “Seems like we’re all on the same page then.”

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You placed your hands on your lap as you turned your body to Peter. You guessed it was your turn to get some information on him now. “So you’re a spiderling I hear?” You grinned causing Peter to flush red.

“Huh?? oh yeah, Spiderman!! Yeah, that’s like my alter ego when I’m helping Mr. Stark and the others out with hero stuff,” Your eyes lit up in excitement.

“You mean… Tony Stark he actually lets you come along with him in battle??” You were practically on the edge of your seat.

“Well uh yeah!!! I’m kind of like their secret weapon… they don’t call me out unless they need me,” He said puffing out his chest slightly as he stretched. Hey, it wasn’t like he was lying!! He was sort of like a secret weapon when he had that rundown with Cap. And Tony really didn’t call him out at all unless they needed him. It was just that they rarely did.

“Amazing…” You whispered starry-eyed. “I could only dream of my brothers letting me fight alongside them…” You put your face in your two hands as you leaned back on the counter.

“Well, can you fight?” Peter asked noticing your change in mood. He thought he’d have to cheer you up before you swiftly turned to him smiling as if you were happy he asked. Your arms crossed over your chest before they flashed at your sides two daggers made of a glimmering brown and turquoise marble revealing themselves to him.

“Father gave me these on my fifth birthday but I never get to use them!! I keep them on me all the time in case I need to,” You said twisting one of the knives in front of his face causing Peter to back up instinctively.

“How’d you do that!?” He asked urgently.

“Do what?”

“The- The knives Y/N!!! Like you just… whoosh!!” He said copying your movements perfectly minus the appearance of two daggers at his side.

“It’s sort of like Mjölnir, or Loki’s daggers they sort of just have an attachment to me, when I need them they come,” You said simply.

“That’s awesome….” Peter whispered now leaning forward to take a closer look at them. He noticed how smooth the skin was on your hands, how your nails were perfectly manicured as they held such a dangerous weapon within them.

“Right?? Do you want to use one and we could have a sparring match!?” You eagerly pushed the knife closer towards him causing him to back up again.

“What?? Y/N, not a chance!!! You’ll stab me in like two seconds!!” He laughed.

“Oh please, I promise to go easy on you Peter!!” You begged tossing the knife in the air catching it by the handle after it did a three sixty flip.

He rolled his eyes his shoulders still jumping up and down as he continued to laugh. “Y/N, I’d like to graduate high school without having to say I’ve gotten stabbed before,” he joked. You put the daggers away with a shrug. “Suit yourself spiderling,” you chimed.

“Spiderman!” he corrected feigning offense placing a hand on his chest. You both laughed together happily before breaking off into a silence that was filled with a pleasant atmosphere.

“School seems like it will be…interesting, and now that I have you as a friend it will only make things more pleasant for me,” You said softly full of enthusiasm.

“Maybe… I can adapt into Midgardian life…” you said just barely above a whisper. The very idea confused you, made you conflicted, even disturbed you. You still weren’t ready to give up your Asgardian life and you weren’t sure if you ever would be, but at least with Peter Ned and Michelle at your side, it wouldn’t be as terrible as you initially thought.

“Hey, if I can survive high school right now, then so can you,” Peter said placing a hand on your shoulder.

Everything stopped for a moment as your eyes landed on his hand and quickly followed his arm up to his brown eyes. You felt your chest clench with the sweet sincerity of his words, though you would never tell him.

“We’ll do it together! But like not tomorrow because it’s the weekend,” He said his teeth glimmering when he smiled. When he took his hand back you could still feel his touch on you. You pursed your lips tightly together.

“Will you be going then?” You asked softly. “I would hate to be alone here in case Loki and Thor have to leave,” Peter shook his head happily.

“I’ll be here for tomorrow, then I have to get back to my Aunt May,” he explained. “But hanging out in the tower is definitely going to be fun!! I only get to stay over if something’s really going wrong on Earth so it’s sort of like a vacation I guess?? Everything’s so expensive here and Mr. Stark lets me order pizza for dinner with WHATEVER toppings I want,” He said happily as if he were thinking about the pizza now.

“Pizza?” You asked with a small tilt of your head.

His eyes widened in shock and horror. “Oh my god you did not just say that,”

Part 4

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