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kkeidawrites · 4 years ago

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That Night

Chp. 2

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I take back what I said last night. That insufferable, uncouth, disrespectful, brat has been nothing but a throne in my side and it’s only been three days! Three!

Mother has somehow made it her mission to include Mawu in every single activity I would do during the day. My schedule has been completely altered due to Mother’s meddling.

Now, the moon goddess is following behind me as I headed to my meeting with the generals of Asgard and my father. How delightful.

“I still don’t understand why I must attend as well. I have better things to do than be with you all day.” The beautiful woman spoke up and I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

“I am not happy about your attendance either. And I would recommend you to stay quiet while I speak with the generals and my father.” I say and I hear her bark out a laugh in disbelief.

“Excuse you, I will have you know that I have lead my own army against the evil monster Gaunab. When he killed half of the humans on Earth and force my moon to...to,” I turn to see her eyes glowing a purple color and she closed her eyes, sighing, as she forced herself to calm down.

“I’m not unfamiliar of speaking war games to another.” She says walking past me as I watched her stomp away, her dress swaying behind her. Today she wore a silver dress, that fit her too well. It fit her deliciously. It was already a difficulty to keep my eyes off of her and now that she was wearing this dress, it has become twice as difficult. Clicking my tongue I flicked my cape behind me and followed after her.

Gold doors stood in our wake as we walked closer to the war room. Father had informed me that there was another war on the horizon from the Black Beserkers. It was urgent that we speak on our next move before it was too late.

Two guards stood in front of the doors, spears gripped tight in their grasps and their silver armor gleamed in the sun.

The two guards open the door and we walk in to see all of Asgard’s generals and my father and unfortunately my brother around the gold table that showed all of Asgard’s defense positions and small horses and men that were expertly placed on the maps.

Odin looks up and noticed Mawu and I, then waved his hand over to us both. I took my place by Father’s side while Mawu stood next to Thor who smiled in greeting to her. She nods in greeting with a smile of her own and turns her focus to the table.

Two hours of going back and forth with each general with my father and my brother about which idea was best. I sighed at the endless bickering and noticed that Mawu was looking at the maps before us very intently. Moving a step closer to the table, she moves two of the maps and grazed one finger through both of them.

“What if...” taking one more good look through the maps, Mawu looked up to see the men have their full attention on her.

“What if we used a surprise attack? Gorr is known for wanting one on one fights, yes?” Her question is towards Odin who nods. “I suggest we set him up to bait and then attack him then.” She says and the generals began muttering to one another while Thor turns to her.

“How do you know of Gorr? I have not heard of him going to Midgard.” Thor states. Mawu frowns and clenched her left hand in a fist.

“He had came to Earth almost two hundred years ago and had killed a -ahem- a God and my mother and I decided to investigate it. He took us by surprise, his black dogs took out half of our troops and nearly killed my mother and I. We we were only able to survive when my sister arrived and even with her army did we narrowly win.” Mawu sighs and I raised my eyebrows, quite impressed by her conquest.

Gorr was not an enemy to make light of. He too has been a constant that father constantly struggled to keep contain. I have had my own fights with the infamous God Butcher and he was not a being to be taken lightly.

“Even though we won, it was still a devastating loss to our people and not just our troops...we lost a lot of humans that days as well. Gorr is a monster.” Her eyebrows narrow in anger and turns to Odin with determination in her eyes.

“We must stop him.” She says and Odin pats her shoulder in reassurance.

“We will. And when we do,” he raised his staff to the others who straightened their backs.

“We will place his head on a pike. To show that Asgard shall not be triffled with ever again!” Thor and the other generals raised their weapons in praise and bellowed out a yell in agreement.

I turned my eyes back to Mawu who sighed heavily and left the war room as the others continued to strategize. Seeing as that I was no longer needed, I left as well and made my way towards the library. They can bicker and fuss some more but, I refuse to be apart of it.

As I paced to the library, to my left there was movement going into the gardens and I stopped to peek over a balcony to see the moon goddess walking through the varies pattern of different flowers.

I noticed that she was cradling something in her arms and the trip to the library seemed like a later task. The idea of wanting to know where that spiteful moon goddess is up to, peaked my interest.

Following the familiar path to the gardens, I saw the cloud of black curls and shimmering silver dress sitting under a large tree that was in the middle of the gardens. And it would seem that she wasn’t alone either.

Hiding behind a tree nearby, I shapshifted into a eagle and flapped into the tree above her. Turning my head I glanced down to see that my mother had joined the younger goddess. They both sat on the soft grass and spoke softly.

Third Person POV

Irawo jumps to a nearby flower and begins nibbling on the stem.

“I hope your stay here has been well, Mawu. I promised your mother that I would make sure you were as comfortable as possible.” Frigga says to the goddess.

“Oh yes, Lady Frigga, I am quite content. Although I am trying everything within my person not to strangle a certain God of Mischief.” Mawu sighs to the All Mother who chuckles.

“My son,” she smiles. “He has always been mischievous but, he is a good man. He wasn’t one for fighting like his brother, he became interested in reading and studying, learning magic perhaps far better and faster than any student I have had under my wing.” She smiles with pride.

“He is a remarkable young man, that I am proud to call my son.” Frigga finishes as Mawu noticed movement above them and the familiar gold patch that sat on their breastbone made Mawu’s left eye twitch in annoyance.

“As remarkable as he may be,” Mawu spots a rock by her foot and secretly picked it up.

“He’s still rude and the fact that he is constantly picking at me doesn’t help either.”

“I’m sure as the time passes you two will be on better terms. When it comes to new people, Loki tends to grow on you.” Frigga explains. She then placed a hand on Mawu’s shoulder and the moon goddess looks at the All Mother in question.

“Please be patient with him,” she begins as she smiles at her.

“He’s really not all that bad.” And with that Frigga stands to her feet and leaves the gardens with Mawu contemplating her words until she remembers a certain bird brain camping above her, no doubt listening to her and Frigga’s conversation.

Mawu stands to her feet as well and fixes her dress, making sure to keep the rock in her hand as inconspicuous as possible until she quickly turns to the tree and throws it to hit the eagle.

The eagle (Loki) screeches in surprise and falls off the branch it was perched on and land on the grass in front of her. Slowly, the eagle shifted back to Loki and Mawu huffed, going over to Irawo and picking him up. He groaned from the fall and rubbed his back.

“The next time you easedrop, make sure that your jewelry is hidden better. You were too easy to detect.” She ‘hmphs’ and leaves the God of Mischief to groan in pain.

Later on that night

Mawu made her way to the dining hall around this time, she was just going to eat a bit and then take a couple of snacks back to her room for her and Irawo.

“Mother, you must find a way for her to leave. I cannot take this anymore.” Before she turned the corner where the dining hall was, Mawu pressed herself against the wall and listens. In her view she watched as Loki and Frigga came from another hall walking towards the dining hall.

“Oh, Loki, Mawu is completely harmless-”

“Harmless?! She’s insufferable! It’s bad enough I have to see her almost every hour of the day but, this is too far. Now, I have to deal with her whenever I go to different realms? That is too much of my comfort that you are taking advantage of.” He said to her. Frigga grabs his arm to stop him and Loki sighs as his mother moves to stand in front of him.

“Is it really so bad to have her in your presence?”

“Yes!” He says making Frigga give him a look.

“How about this,” she begins as she moved her son’s arm to allow hers to loop through and they continue walking towards the dining hall.

“If you spend at least three hours with her for the duration of her stay, I will speak to your father about your traveling privileges than just the four realms you are allowed to go to.” She negotiated while her son raised an eyebrow at her.

“You will speak to father? He won’t give me back my traveling privileges just because you asked him.” Loki rolls his eyes while Frigga smirks.

“But, I can my son. I am not the All Mother for nothing.” She pats her son’s arm lightly and Loki gives her small smile.

Seeing that the coast was clear, Mawu made her appearance from around the corner and crossed her arms. It’s not like she was here for her own free will she was just as stuck in this as he was.

“Ibajẹ ẹlẹgbẹ.” Mawu mutters as she paced to the dining hall. Pushing the doors open, the royal family noticed her appearance and Thor raised his goblet in greeting to her.

“Ah, The Great Lady Mawu has arrived!” Thor announces. She smiled at Thor. He was a very loud guy but, he was all around friendly. In the few times they have been together he has always asked her if She wanted to join him on his many conquests on different realms to fight the enemies or in some cases, ‘play with them’.

Mawu’s POV

In spite of being here for the next few weeks, Thor was probably the only thing that has really livened up the place and the fact that Loki didn’t bother me was a great feat as well.

“Hello Thor. Back from your many conquests I see.” I take a seat between him and Frigga.

“Yes, I have returned from the realm Nidavellir. Riding with the dwarves to hunt Biolsïdhs!” He went on to talk about his adventure as a servant placed a plate of food in front of me. I thanked them and took a bite into the bread and cheese.

The feeling of someone watching me made me avert my eyes up to see Loki’s green ones glaring at me. I rolled my eyes at him and turned my head to tune into Thor’s story. It would seem that throughout dinner, Loki’s eyes never left the side of my face and it sent chills down my spine.

Once dinner was over, I walked back to my quarters with a napkin full of carrots and some sweets inside. I was nearly at my room when I saw a familiar being leaned against the wall with their arms crossed. Sighing, I quickened my walk to my door until I felt a whooshing sound and I looked to my right to see Loki now leaned against the wall by my door.

“We are to spend three hours everyday until you leave.” He stated.

“Oh joy,” I reached out to open my door but, my wrist was quickly grabbed by the God before me. I looked at his hand on my wrist then back at Loki, like he had lost his mind.

“Release me-”

“Two in a half more weeks,” he says as he looks in my eyes.

“Two. That is all the time that we have to just spend three hours together. We don’t have to be friends. We don’t have to be allies. As long as you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours.” He says.

“Let. Me. Go.” I grit at him and snatch my wrist back opening my door and going inside just to slam it in his face before he had the chance to speak anymore.

“Fucking asshole...” I mutter and move over to my bed where Irawo was grooming himself. He hopped his way over to me and I placed the napkin of treats on the bed and gave him two carrots where he happily began to eat his treats.

Biting into the sweet bun I managed to snag from the feast earlier, I thought back to what Loki said. Spend three hours with him for the next couple of weeks?! I sighed in annoyance.

“I can’t believe this...just what is Frigga planning.” I muffled into the bun, then moaning because I realized how good it was.

“This is really good Irawo.” I say and the bunny begins munching on his second carrot.

Third Person POV

Unbeknownst to Mawu, Loki laid in his bed slightly fuming on the fact that he now has to deal with that woman much longer than he wanted to. Damn his mother’s meddling. Taking a bite from the carrot in his hand, he hmphed in annoyance.

That insufferable woman was going to be the death of him.

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Skin Deep - Part 6

Author’s Note: Honestly, this story is nearing it’s ending. Hard to believe that a little idea I couldn’t shake has now grown into this mini-series! For all my die-hard homies, waiting for the next installment, I hope this is worth your while! If you’re new here, take a look around, see if you like anything and please, let the management know if you have any questions!! As always, writing like this requires the emotional support of people and pets. My dogs, Murphy and Winston, get me through a lot of plot bunnies just by being stalwart companions. My husband, graciously, lets me take these flights of fancy when I probably should be paying better attention to him and his day... and some of my besties here on Tumblr make it possible for me to do this for you guys. @sammy-jo1977 , my sister from another mister! Couldn’t/ Wouldn’t do it without you! To all the folks who follow me... My Minxes! Love you all! Stay well, be kind, and remember that Love, really does conquer all! If you want to be a Minx, send me a note, I’ll happily add you to my tag list! Lastly, be sure to like and share anything that you see on Tumblr that catches your eye. Creative types, we need the constant validation, you see? Without it, like an unwatered plant, we wither on the vine and perish! Be kind to those who help you through the day and reblog! Skin Deep Part 5 - click here for the previous chapter! Pairing: Loki x Reader, Steve, Valkyrie & Thor all make appearances Summary: Continued from Part 5, You and Loki put your plan into action, returning to Farmhouse. When you encounter Steve again, you learn there’s more than two sides to this story. Warnings: Loki’s POV and perspective, including mentions of his time under Thanos. I’m re-writing MCU history here, but some of the main beats are the same, so look out for SPOILERS for Dark World, Ragnarok, and a touch of Infinity War. The SNAP never happened because, reasons.

Empathy used to seem such a human emotion. Loki had no time for that on Asgard, not when Odin denied anything as frivolous as feeling. Hiding in plain sight was the means to survival and if that made the young prince sneaky and sly, so be it. By placing those parts of himself under lock and key; the parts that hurt, the ones that ached, Loki found it was safer to disconnect from others than subject himself to their suffering too.

Operating under the influence of Thanos and his minions when he held the scepter, Loki had purposefully divorced connection of any kind from his mind. It was dangerous. Weak. And moreover, it allowed Loki to do what Thanos commanded without really experiencing the horror, the havoc, of his actions for himself.

Who could hear the screams of women when the voice of Ebony Maw subliminally chanted all the ways that one could be dismembered at Thanos’ hands should Loki fail? What man would shed a tear after the near constant beatings doled out by Black Order members, just for the fun of it? How could someone care about a house, a car, a city, when they no longer cared about themself? Losing the Battle for New York had consequences far beyond the destruction of property. With Thanos’ hold over him vanquished, the walls around his heart, constructed in youth, crashed and burned like the dream of ruling Earth. Suddenly and completely out of reserves, Loki was powerless. And he felt everything. The fresh hurts caused by his manipulated ambitions in the hands of Thanos. The furious feelings of his brother, the inadequacies of his character, the feeble needs that drove his wild ambition washed over him unceasingly. Anger. Loss. Lunacy. Loki learned a hard truth in that moment. He was a monster. A freak. A creature beyond hope and salvation; proving his adoptive father right and his own hopeful heart wrong. Bitterness soured the fallen prince. Endless hours in isolation on Earth, which continued in his father's house, had Loki believing he had no chance of seeing the world outside again, and it hardened his heart further. To feel was so painful, so raw, and so humane. Why bother anyway? All that emoting, those high spirits, all they really did was expose you to derision. What was grief to a goblin? What was horror to a monster? What was love to a villain like him? An evil, conspiring demi-god, with a mind bent toward domination. A damaged, destroyed, deity alone and in pieces. Who would ever give someone like Loki Odinson a chance? Why should they?

Turning to his mother, Loki did everything but ask for forgiveness. In long rambling talks, her projection to his jailed person, the pair talked around ideas of guilt and innocence, of fate and fortune, of destiny versus desire, yet Loki never heard the words he needed in order to truly find peace.

If Frigga was aware of her son’s need for absolution, Loki would never know, as their last exchange was harsh and full of anger. Another stroke of loss, crippling now, because there was nothing Loki could do to change any of it from inside his prison cell. No illusion could conceal the painful ache that consumed him entirely.

Those days were dark, even for a soul as dusky hued as his own, and Loki’s thoughts followed a similar path. If there had been a way for him to shake off this immortal coil, free himself of the burden of living, Loki would have done so and been glad. Death was welcome compared to all this longing and heartache. But life, even a nearly immortal one, was funny.

When Thor provided a chance at redemption, Loki snatched at it, in his own detached way. He played hero, rescuing Jane, aiding his brother. And if he took a bit more in the form of deposing his arrogant, aging father, who would be surprised? He was Loki, God of Mischief, after all. Ruling the Nine Realms without the oppressive oversight of his father allowed Loki to prove himself in ways he never imagined. And Loki wasn’t just good at it. He was great. Of course, it helped that no one knew he was Loki. Living disguised as Odin was often unpleasant, frequently frustrating, but entirely necessary. Being Loki was still too difficult and likely to bring unwanted attention in the form of The God of Thunder, a thing that no one truly wanted, Loki least of all. Return Thor did, along with an unknown sister and the end of Asgard. When confronted with the insanity of Hela’s bloodlust, Loki’s only thought was of his kingdom, now without a ruler. He had worked too hard, too long, to see the land he cared for in the hands of an enemy, even if she called herself sister. Opening the Bi-Frost, panicked, his mind was solely on saving those he had recently held dominion over. They were his people, after all. But he never reached Asgard. Swallowing his fear, Loki focused all his energy on staying alive in a new and distracting environment, initially. What Loki found on Sakaar wasn't a new home base under a flamboyant, ineffective leader that he could control, even if that was his first design. On Sakaar Loki found his loyalty.

The proud, deep resonance of being Asgardian, of being an Odinson, of being capable and cool under pressure. Sure, he had to prove himself to Thor, Valkyrie, Banner and honestly, the rest of the kingdom, but actions speak louder than words. And through his actions on Sakkar, and by extension rescuing the people of Asgard, Loki had shown everybody his true mettle. It was on the deck of a stolen ship headed for Midgard that Loki had made a commitment of sorts. One that was not to the people, so recently saved or for his found family. This time, the promise Loki intended to keep was for himself. Loki was going to change. The problem is, a task like that takes time. Patience. Motivation. It was something that Loki had to work at and it was exhausting. They say that the best things come to those who wait. Loki was learning to wait everyday. Having earned a place at the side of his brother, he worked tirelessly to win over the heroes of his new home planet. Was it easy? Hardly, but Loki wasn’t willing to compromise. Not anymore. A life like Hela’s was not in his runes. Loki was simply going to be better. Not perfect. No one could be as good hearted as Captain America, nor could one be as tech savvy as Stark. So Loki was planning on being the best Loki he could possibly be, and that’s how he found himself going to meetings at The Avengers Tower, a mostly welcome addition to the team. Meetings weren’t all that exciting and boredom was an awful temptation for a deity devoted to mayhem. In fact, Loki spent more time doodling in his notebook than listening to whoever was droning on about whatever part of the world needed the attention of this motley crew. That was, until Pepper Potts hired her new assistant. That you were polite, pretty and pert wasn’t lost on the young god. Sitting outside Mrs. Iron Man’s office, typing away with a phone tucked under your ear, moving faster than anyone he had ever seen was certainly impressive. You were quick witted, clever and most of all, funny. Everyone else seemed to fall under your spell without much effort on your part, something that Loki found frustratingly fascinating. Here he was, struggling to get people to say his name without having a traumatic flashback, while you simply smiled and smarted off prettily, and had everyone singing your praises. But Norns, were you adorable. If he thought about it, and while off planet, Loki definitely had, he could remember the moment he realized that you were the woman he wanted. You were busy, as always, fielding phone calls and flipping through screens yet every moment your flying fingers weren’t hovering over a keyboard or pushing down telephone buttons they curled around a heart shaped charm at your throat. Clearly, it was a habit and one that you weren’t even aware of, still - it transfixed him all the same. Watching you from his side eye, your voice never wavering, your tone always so pleasing, and your nimble digits returning again and again to the small sigil around your neck. “Loki?” “Huh?” Dumbfounded at your call, those deep sea eyes blinked wildly at the sound of his name on your lips. “Hi! Yes, Pepper can see you now. Go ahead, she’s ready!” He rose on stiff legs, adjusting his tie, about to lie to Tony Stark’s woman all for the chance to see you in passing. Who had he become? It started out innocent like that, but soon, Loki was having to invent excuses for being in the office so frequently. Missing files, random visits, even going so far as to buy Tony coffee just for the thrill of seeing you. Something needed to change, and quickly, or Loki was going to blow. On another made up errand, hanging around the executive’s high rise office, Loki was doing a bad job of pretending not to see you. His mind was on your pouty lips as you sipped lemonade through a straw and not on the stately woman seated behind the desk.

“Loki, you’re a man of some… style.” Pepper said it so casually that he almost didn’t hear, his head lost in thoughts that would shame any other person. “I like to think so.”

Shutting her folder with a snap, Pepper smiled, “And you’d love to help your old friend Pepper out, right?” That got his attention, and quickly. Loki, shoving his hands in his pockets, turned to face Pepper with a widening grin, “I feel like I’m being baited.”

“Baited? Never! It’s just, you’re always here and I have a… project that needs the kind of help that you can provide.” At those words you entered the office, ready for action with a notebook and pen, eager and excited. Suddenly, it was all clear to Loki, “Pepper, no.”

The noose closed in on the handsome god as Pepper gathered paperwork without looking his way, “Come on, it’s the Stark Homecoming Gala and the two of you will do great! I have faith in you both. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!” “Really, Miss Potts, I simply can’t-” Stopping short, the strawberry blonde whipped around, almost nose to nose with Loki. Shrewd and straightforward, Pepper interrupted, saying, “You’ve been dancing around my office for weeks now. Clearly you like her and… against all the odds, she likes you too. I’m doing you a favor and when someone does you a favor, you say “Thank You”.” “Thank you.” Nodding curtly, “You’re welcome. Now, make yourselves comfortable, order some dinner, my treat. And do whatever you need to make sure this is one great party!” That’s how Loki found himself sitting at a clear glass table over sweating bottles of iced tea as you discussed color themes and tablecloths. You were shy, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you reviewed notes from previous gatherings both large and small. His hands itched with wanting to do that job himself. “So, what do you think?” It was the first time you had addressed him directly since coming through the door and for a moment Loki couldn’t answer. You were too… not beautiful, that wasn’t the right word, although you were. No, you were too open, too easy to read, and the earnestness you offered him was downright frightening. Sitting forward in the uncomfortable, yet fashionable, office furniture, Loki cleared his throat and again tugged his tie, “What I think is that you should let me take you dinner.” Dropping your eyes, your cheeks colored slightly as your fingers found that locket charm once more, “Loki, I… I don’t know-” Grabbing for your hand, suddenly afraid that you would take those shining eyes away, Loki lowered his voice and did something he never thought he would. He begged. “Please? I find that you’re all I can think about.” It rushed out of him in a torrent, the way truth so often does, and he found himself unable to look you in the eye. Loki was afraid to see rejection on your easy to read face, afraid that wanting you had cracked open the lock box holding his heart, afraid that you would see just how weak you made him. Your fingers twined with his own as you replied, “You didn’t let me finish. I don’t know what took you so long.” Sighing with relief, his face melting into a genuine smile, “Me either.” Over the next two months the pair of you worked tirelessly to plan and execute a perfect party. You were inseparable during the day, heads buried together as you discussed linens and table settings, the quality of cocktail glasses, and debating over a band or a dj. But at night, at night Loki talked about the things that haunted him in the dark. And you loved him in spite of the awful things he had seen and done and said. Others took notice. Loki was more lighthearted, more available. He listened when people spoke and wasn’t constantly doodling during meetings. Yes, Loki was learning how to love through your loving him. If empathy had seemed too humane before, then sharing his life, his love with you, was the kind of immortality that earned someone a place in Valhalla. It was the bravest thing Loki Odinson had ever done and he didn’t mind one bit.

The first time Loki tasted you was burned into his brain, as bright as a flash of lightning. A firefly in a memory jar that he kept returning to, time and again. Loki remembered what you were wearing. He recalled exactly how the light shone in your eyes. If he concentrated, he could tap out the rhythm of your racing pulse as he held you in his arms. It was the night of the gala. Inviting everyone under the Stark Industries banner, up to and including the heroes tasked with saving the world, the event was a way to earn money for one of the many charities Tony supported. The place was full of beautiful people wearing gorgeous clothes under perfect lights set to the hand crafted soundtrack you had created together.

But, Norns, he could still remember the way your eyes sparkled under the lowlights of that hall. How your dress, simple but sophisticated, clung to the fullness of your bottom. Low cut but somehow still modest, Loki couldn’t tear his gaze away from the promise of your curves, willing himself to find anything else as interesting as the idea of you.

You were across the room hanging onto Tony’s every word, eyes bright and cheerfully glowing as you sipped champagne. It made Loki want to do something grand, something suave, something that would demand your attention for his own. Moving towards you, his tuxedo perfectly pressed and fitting better than it had any right to, Loki looked long and lean. Each of his steps seemed to echo, even though the room was full of sound, and you turned your head as if you also heard. Breaking away from the cluster of acolytes surrounding Iron Man, you bit into your lip as the crowd parted, moving closer together one step at a time. It was one of the sexiest things Loki had ever witnessed. Lifting your glass in a toast, taking in the room of mingling millionaires, wealthy hangers on and Avengers, “Well, we did it!” “You did it, my dove, I just hung around and judged everyone.” “Oh stop. I couldn’t have done it without you and you know it.” Playfully you pushed against his shoulder and Loki took advantage, using your momentum to pull you to his side, your curvy figure flush against his own. Crooning into the shell of your ear, his lips brushing over that sensitive skin, “Somehow, love, I think you would have managed.” Before you had time to think, Loki had melded his mouth with your own, stealing your breath along with your heart. Loki’s feet moved in time with the music as he pulled into a dance, laughing in his arms, your cheeks hot and your head swimming. You laughing was, without question, Loki’s favorite sound. Nothing in this world or any other came close to matching the joyful, childlike glee of that enchanting noise. Loki memorized its melody, the rise and fall of your giggle. He had craved it, being away for so long, and now he wanted… no, needed to hear it. But you were the furthest thing from happy at the moment.

"Darling, please. We have to go." Loki tapped his watch, shaking himself free from the memories of your previous life together and barely suppressing his irritation.

Tears filled your eyes as you whipped your arms around Thor’s mighty shoulders, his deep voice grumbly with emotion, "Take care of him, would you? He's a jerk, but Loki is the only brother I have."

"Of course… always. And Valkyrie, your highness, I can’t thank you enough for-"

"No need. Loki, and by extension yourself, will always have a safe haven here in my palace."

Looking on, Loki and Thor embraced almost tenderly before crashing their heads together.

"Stay safe, little brother."

"Be good, Thor."

Eyes on the sky, Val ignored the show of masculine emotion, chastising your plan, "You’re going to start a war, Loki."

Straight backed, Loki turned to the king, "Not on the grass of New Asgard. I will take the fight to them, that is my vow to you."

As Loki offered his hand, Valkyrie shook it, with parting words, "Work on staying alive. You have a tendency to worry your brother."

Solemnly nodding, "As the king commands. Shall we?" With that Loki laced his fingers with yours, leading you a few paces away from the people who loved him most, before summoning the magic that had you both transcending space and time.

This time when your feet touched down it was on the familiar turf of the orchard, surrounded by the scent of apple blossoms and the buzzing of happy bees. Morning had broken and the world seemed full of promise, with the exception of that knot in your stomach.

"Are you ready? Darling?"

"Oh… yes. I mean, I still don't love this plan, but-"

"But it's going to work." Only it was no longer the baritone voice of your long, lean Loki speaking. In his place stood Nick Fury, leather duster and eye patch in place.

"If you say so!" And you clutched your own throat as Natasha’s bored tones came out of your mouth. The suit, skin tight but flexible, molded to your modified form. All in all, you were comfortable, "The boots are a bit much."

"Ya think? This jacket weighs a ton." Pulling at his collar, "Why does he wear a turtleneck anyway?"

"Loki, this is so weird. It feels so weird."

"Agreed, but then, why am I so turned on?"

Laughing, you shook your false red hair, hands resting on Natasha’s waist, "God, I've missed you."

"Same, dearest. Now… let's get your necklace and some answers!"

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Convincing Bucky to head home had taken a lot of work, but sometime around 2 am Steve had finally seen his friend off. The house was empty. Steve felt the same way.

Turning the black velvet box in his pocket, fingers crushed against the fragile fabric, Steve struggled to feel anger. When that didn't materialize he shot for sadness but even tears seemed beyond his ability.

With a sigh, climbing the same stairs he had trudged up a hundred times before, Steve started going through the motions of bedtime. Only tonight you weren’t there to tease him about the wildly inappropriate amount of toothpaste on his brush. He didn’t have your light footsteps to follow to the bedside or your help with stacking all of your extra, yet entirely essential, pillows on the chair.

Someone must have changed the sheets, he thought. There was no evidence of you and Loki’s adventurous afternoon anymore. Steve made a mental note to thank Buck for that little piece of kindness in the morning.

Shucking his shirt, Steve sat on the mattress, a hand to his forehead. He had lost. Captain America had been bested. Beaten. And by Loki, no less.

Moonlight in silver slivers shone through the window panes, squares of light in the deep of night. Steve was alone. Utterly and totally alone.

And there was no one to blame but himself.

Sighing hard, Steve stood, pacing the floor to work off some of the unspendable anxiety he kept creating. The room still had your energy, your vibe, as you liked to call it, and the feeling was a prickling itch Steve couldn’t quite satisfy. Traces of you were everywhere and something about you leaving all of it, and him, behind was just too big to process. “Damn it.” Even whispering sounded like thunder in the silence of your recently vacated room. His hands, so big, so strong, smoothed along the fabric of your hanging clothes. All that power had done nothing to help Steve get the thing he wanted. Sorting through the baubles and trinkets on your dresser, bottles of perfume he had purchased, necklaces and pins, each with a moment of memory it hurt him to recall. Your watch ticked away the minutes as he stood, stoic and still, surrounded by the shadow of you. In the orchard the birds were waking, their song filling the air, as morning broke in low golden rays. Abandoning his plan for sleep, Steve watched as the light chased away the dark, casting rainbows on the floor. The sun was reflecting off of your Grandmother’s necklace. A pretty, ancient, carved cameo, heart shaped locket. He recalled his own mother owning one just like it, pictures of loved ones pressed inside, holding them as tight as history would allow. Fisting the filigree chain, winding it around his fingers as if it would somehow undo what he had done, Steve slipped it into his pocket before settling back onto the bed. ----

At the back door to the home you so recently shared with Steve, Loki hung back, “I think this is where we split up. You go find your treasure and me… I’m going to find some answers.” Nodding, Natasha’s signature red hair swinging, you squeezed the hand holding your own. It no longer looked like Loki’s long fingered paw, but that was only a skin deep change. You felt the undeniable essence of him in the press of his fingers against your own. “Be careful.” “That’s no fun, dove.” “Loki-” You hated the way your voice broke as you said it, but there just seemed to be so much at stake and you had already lost him once. Sensing your unspoken concerns, Loki flashed you Nick Fury’s best smile, “I will. I promise.”

“Ten minutes.” “Ten minutes.” You watched the black coated back of your charmed paramour as he opened the shed door, hoping that he’d find something worth knowing in that place out of sight. Inhaling deeply you twisted the doorknob as quietly as possible, letting yourself into what was once your kitchen, “What a mess.” It was impossible not to notice the unwrapped leftovers and empty bottles littering the table. An overturned trash barrel, crumpled beer cans littering the counter, things that Steve, your Steve, would never have tolerated. All evidence that the grand evening he’d envisioned had been thwarted by Loki’s arrival and your collective escape.

You started up the stairs, praising Natasha's footwear for its stealth, when you heard the toilet flush and the unmistakable shuffle of Steve’s feet on the carpet. There was no place to hide on the wide stairwell. It was time to see if Loki's plan was going to work.

Voice blurry, eyes rubbed red and raw, you couldn't deny that Steve looked like shit, “Bucky? That you? You back?” Steve’s voice bounced around the brightening room as morning sunlight filtered through the soft sheers you had picked out for exactly this reason. Panicked, you backed into the railing with an over loud “Oof!” “Nat? What are you doing here? I thought you and Fury were headed to New Asgard?” Suddenly wide awake and wondering, Steve rushed to your costumed side, eager for information. The man in front of you now bore little resemblance to the angry Avenger you had escaped from hours before. This man had hair sticking up in odd angles from near constant finger raking. This man had a hint of a stuffy nose and red rimmed eyes, all indicators that tears had been shed. Now those blue eyes were scrutinizing you closely, full of concern.

“Uh… We... We got intel. Yea, intelligence, that Loki was headed back this way. Turned around… and uh, here we are.” One of those sandy blonde eyebrows lifted, “Natasha?”

Squaring your shoulders, channeling that cool confidence you’d see Black Widow display over and over, “Steve?” Something about your tone of voice convinced him in a way your words couldn’t. He visibly relaxed, those broad shoulders going slack as he asked, “Didn’t make it to Norway, then?"

Nodding a negative, you felt the unfamiliar brush of her red hair at your cheek and had to fight the urge to tuck it away, “No. Loki’s using some sort of transporting power to move them around. Fury suggested I keep an eye out here, in case they come back this way.” “She won’t be back, Nat. There’s nothing for her here.” To you, Steve sounded so sad, so removed, that you had to will yourself not to comfort the giant before you. “That’s not true!” It came out of you forcefully, thoughtlessly, and you saw the shock register on the Captain’s face. “That is, Fury and I… we… have reason to believe that she will come back. They left with nothing, Steve. She’ll need clothes… maybe some shoes… and-” Swallowing hard, you didn’t want to give anything away, “-a necklace from her grandmother.” Steve, patting his pocket, felt the weighted chain and it’s heart shaped locket, “I don’t think-” Stepping up to his bulky form, suddenly aggressive, you started, “Never mind what you think, Captain. We're here for a necklace... the necklace. Our intel suggests that your former flame might return for it and… And, I want it, with me, as a means to subdue her when she arrives." Sounding forceful and official was enough to back Steve down. Just a touch deflated, you watched him shrug, “If that’s what you want, Nat, here-” From his pants he pulled out the shining bauble, a trinket really, but full of sentiment and memory. Sitting in his palm, the tiny heart that held the picture of your grandmother and mother looked so small, almost unreal. Reaching for it with wet eyes, you smiled at Steve as you lifted the charm and chain, “Thank you, Steve. Thank you.” Nodding deeply, that golden head bobbing, “You’re welcome.” The large grandfather clock could be heard ticking throughout the house. The sun was gaining on the day and you, dressed as Natasha stood in silence in front of a somber Steve. For another long beat nothing was said, then, as if sensing a shift in your conversation, Steve flashed your fake Natasha a weak smile, “I could use some breakfast. How about you?”

“Um… sure. Yea, ok. Breakfast.”

Steve started moving again, downstairs towards the cluttered kitchen when he paused, "So how did you get back so fast? Cause that's like a 7 hour flight, even with you in the cockpit." “Steve…” You could hear it, the whining almost pleading tone that signaled the end of Loki’s well planned charade. That wasn’t enough to stop Steve. He broke hard, one of those strong arms stopping you in your tracks before you could reach the lower level. “It’s clever, I have to give you guys that. Almost perfect, really.” Panic rising, you doubled down on the ruse, struggling to keep your voice even, “I don’t know-” Blocking you in, his body the perfect unmovable buffer, “Loki’s here too, isn’t he?” Pushing against “Steve, I… I don’t…” “Don’t lie. You don’t have to…” “But… how-?” “You’re not mean enough to play Natasha, doll. Not by a long shot.”

--- It was strange to be seated at the table and chairs that you and Steve had picked out together one sunny Saturday when you thought that your future was going to be Loki-less. Your place, the one that you had imagined filling with children that had golden hair and bright blue eyes, felt like a set. Something false and fake. A facade, put together simply for show. Steve must have felt it too because his fingers drummed against the white washed table incessantly. Clearly he had something on his mind. “Steve-” “No. No. Please, let me just get this out, ok?” Raising an eyebrow, you waved at him to continue, nervous but interested in what the super soldier needed to explain. With a shaky inhale, running his constantly moving fingers through his golden locks, Steve caught your eye and didn’t waiver. “When I saw you… No, that’s not right. Let me start at the beginning. “When Loki left Earth, you… you were so sad. It hurt me to see you so… deflated.” “Steve, I-” “You know it’s true. When he returned to Asgard, something in you, it dimmed, and I just couldn’t allow that… Not when I felt the way I did about you. “I don’t think you realize just how incredible you are… how full of life! And since I had already missed one chance to be with you, I knew I needed to prove that I could be the man you needed… If you forgot about Loki along the way, even better. “Only… you never did. I waited years for you, ya know, doll? Years. And just when I thought there was no chance with you, Nat gave me a reason to hope. “She was your friend. An ally. Someone you could trust… someone I could trust. I swear it started out that innocently, at least for me. I just wanted to make you smile again. But she had other plans. Plans that came from higher up the ladder of SHIELD. “Fury, he wanted us to watch you… something about Loki being too powerful. And-”, grabbing your hand tightly, Steve emphasized his point, “-I promise you that I had no idea about his success, or the messages he had sent to you through Nick. Like you, I thought that Loki was gone. Missing. Never coming back.” “I… I believe you Steve. I know that you didn’t do all this on your own… but what was Nick hoping you’d find out? I knew less than nothing about what was going on!” “I think he was worried that Loki would get to you first. That if… when Loki returned, you would be his first stop. Then you would know about Loki’s success and, frankly, Fury’s failures. You would also know… well, everything you know now. That Fury had you tailed, lied to, and led on in an effort to stop Loki from out flanking him.” Frenzied and frantic, you felt anger boiling up inside of you, “But I thought Loki was gone forever. There was no hope for him and I… and Natasha, she told me that he was dead.” “All a part of Fury’s plan to keep you neutralized and Loki away. If Loki thought that you’d ignored his letters, that you no longer loved him, why would he come back here? And, if that didn’t work… when Loki came back and you were with me, what else could keep him on Earth?”

Whispering with realization, “So, they used you too.” Steve sighed and buried his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt, “Don’t feel bad for me. I let them use my love for you, let them twist it up and shape it as they needed. Honestly, I wish I could tell you that it was for you, but it wasn’t. It was for me. I wanted you, so, so badly. I didn’t care what strings were attached. And we built a life together, you and me. I thought I could outrun the reality of the constant monitoring and daily reports. Telling Natasha and Nick about every word and each email. Don’t you see, I love you… and I wanted you, however I could get you.” Shaking your head, Natasha’s red wisps flying, “That’s not love, Steve. I don’t know what that is… but love isn’t it.” “No?” With a loud thunk, Steve slammed a small velvet box on the table between you. “Is… Is that what I think it is?”

“Last night. It was going to happen last night. Our friends here, under the lights and the stars, I was going to ask you to marry me. I still would if-” Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, “If Loki hadn’t stepped back into our lives.” “-If Loki hadn’t stepped back into your life.” It made you both laugh in a sad way, how you finished the same thought, and for a fleeting second you could see why you had allowed Captain America to sweep you off your feet. He was a lot of things to you now, but there was a time when he had been almost everything. The evidence of that was in the small black square that said nothing but spoke volumes. “Steve, I don’t know if I would have said yes… even without Loki’s… arrival. I think I have always known that you and I… we are very different people.” Sitting back in his chair, his gaze still locked on your own, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I’ve done… what I’ve said… How, shit, how I’ve behaved. I could say that it was my duty. I could tell you it was out of love, but the plain truth is that I have always been jealous of what you and Loki share.” “You’ll find it Steve. You really will. There’s a person out there waiting for you. And once you’ve found them, oh Steve, you’ll see that this… what we had, it’s a shadow. An illusion. Because love, real love, doesn’t come with caveats and catches. It is an undeniable force which, in my case, even the boundaries of time and space can not deny.” Something like a sob burst out of Steve, and you were surprised to see tears in his eyes, “I was so wrong. Could you ever forgive me?” “I want to, Steve. I really do... “ What more could you say? Patting his hand you started to rise, “I have to go now. Loki and I need to keep moving and I don’t want to risk running into Nick and Natasha. At least, not yet, anyway.” “Where are you planning to go?” “To the Avenger’s Tower. I believe I know what Mr. Fury has been planning all along.” Loki’s strong voice entered the conversation as smoothly as his arms wrapped possessively around your waist. Steve took in the protective stance of your returned lover with a raised eyebrow, and without further comment asked Loki, “Really? And how are you going to breach the building? They’ll be looking for you, even with disguises… Fury is no fool. Plus, there’s little chance that Tony hasn’t activated a million safety and security protocols by now.” Only interested in you, Loki refused to give Steve any of his attention, “Getting in can’t be that hard! I’ll figure it out when I get there. Ready pet?” With a gentle push under his broad hands your feet started to move towards the door. Loki was eager to be off and away, especially after hearing so much of Roger’s confession. Just knowing what Steve had done, manipulating you while also convinced of his love for you; it was enough for Loki to commit murder. He was having quite a difficult time not tearing the good Captain’s limbs off his body. Softening his tone, Steve practically pleaded, “Loki. Wait. I… I can help.” Turning his attention fully to your former flame, Loki purred venomously, “You can help? I’d love to know what entails, Captain.” “I can get you into the place and take you exactly where you need to go. Fury’s going to hate it, but I’m tired of taking orders that hurt the people that-” His pause was as lingering as the look he gave you, “- That I love.” Before Loki could offer a sincerely sassy reply you grabbed his sleeve, tugging, “Um… Excuse us a minute Steve.” Pulling him down the hall of a home that felt like a familiar faced stranger, you waited until you had a bit of distance from Steve before harshly whispering, “How long were you listening?”

Serving you that small, sexy smile, Loki grinned, “Long enough. How did you know I was there?” “You are sneaky, but even you, God of Mischief, cast a shadow.” Swinging you close enough to catch your mouth with his own, Loki pressed a sweet kiss there before answering, “A mistake I will be careful not to make again!” “The tower, huh? That’s where you want to go?” Grabbing you at the swell of your hips, grinding his frame against your own, “Where I want to go, my darling, is to the nearest bed, preferably naked, with you and you alone.” Your hands traced over the lapels of his borrowed leather duster, pausing only to jerk him closer by the supple fabric, “Hmm… is that so?” “Oh yes…” Loki’s buttery grumble filled your ear as his strong hands dug into the flesh of your bottom. For a moment you thought he’d give in to temptation, his sweet lips teasingly close to your own upturned mouth, “But-” On your toes, leaning into Loki’s sturdy, leather draped frame, you paused, “Ugh. But?” Moving you to a safer, less kissable, arms length away, Loki sighed with the same frustration you felt, “-But, where we need to go, as soon as possible, is the Tower.” Moaning grumpily, you stepped out of the arms you longed to linger in, “I was afraid you were going to say that.” “I know it’s less than… ideal, love, but I did find something useful before the good Captain unburdened his soul this morning.” “And that is?” “Fury’s plan. At first I couldn’t figure out exactly what he was after. What did Fury want? How was I involved?” Loki was dragging this out, loving how it kept you hanging onto his every word, and you rolled your eyes, “Well? What is it? Weapons? War?” “All of that, yes… and… yours truly.” That triumphant smile that filled Loki’s whole face lit up his mischievous eyes. Tilting your head, struggling to make sense of what Loki had just told you, “What do you mean, you. Fury wanted you… to do what, exactly?’ “Loki was going to be the patsy.” You both turned toward the sound of Steve’s baritone at the door, suddenly remembering that the Good Captain was still there and that he was waiting to see what you were going to do next. Leaning his 100 year old bones into the doorframe, Steve crossed his arms, “The fall guy. An example of what happens if you cross SHIELD.” “I think, my dear Mr. Rogers, that you mean, I am to be used as an example of what happens if one crosses Nick Fury.” Loki countered, slinging an arm over your shoulder protectively. The idea was frightening. A man like Fury had too much power, too much at his disposal. Just knowing the lengths he had gone to in order to keep you and Loki apart was scary enough. Making enemies of your friends. Threatening the people you loved. Selling your affection to Steve in an effort to control Loki.

Now, the knowledge that all of it was done in an effort to ensure that Nick Fury was the toughest guy in the galaxy, it made your stomach clench. “What do you mean, an example?” “Unless my intelligence is flawed, I believe that Fury was going to kill me. Is that correct, Captain?” Steve felt the weight of two sets of eyes on him. Yours, full of fearful love and blind hope that this was all just some misunderstanding. Innocent and naive and as lovely as he could ever remember. Loki’s were reflecting a deeper understanding. The kind of knowledge that only time in the trenches teaches. There was no answer from Captain Rogers. None was needed. Honesty, final and resolute, was out in the open. “Look. I know I’m not the guy you want on your side. I’ve… I haven’t been the man I needed to be. Not for you-” Steve locked his bright blues onto you, offering a small smile that spoke of sadness before facing Loki, “-Or you, Loki. But if you let me help you now, I promise that I can get you into the tower and maybe, one day, you won’t think so little of me.”

Around you the morning gained strength. Somewhere nearby birds chirped wildly, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding in the modest little farmhouse and its implications on intergalactic politics. Without moving a muscle, Loki plainly asked you, “Do you trust him, dearest?” Squaring your shoulders, you crossed your arms, staring down the man called Captain America. Nodding decisively, “I do. I don’t think he’d spill everything like that only to turn on us. He’s not so bad Loki, really.” “We’ll see about that. For now, we trust Steve. Ok, what’s your plan, Rogers?” --- “Hey. I… I have one other thing to show you.” Steve was dressed for action in his branded tactical gear, looking every inch the super soldier that Dr. Erskine envisioned. “Steve, we have to get moving. Loki’s eager and -” “Just open it, ok?” The envelope was thick with folded paper, the flap tucked under and not sealed. Clearly it had spent time in and out of pockets, the edges frayed and tattered. In exasperated curiosity you gingerly pulled the sheets free.

Shaking, your hands trembled holding the once white documents as your voice thickened, “Is this… is this what I think it is?” Cocking his head playfully, that rueful smile pulling at his full mouth, Steve almost seemed cheerful as he teased, “It’s yours. I think something about this place has always been yours and I want you to have it.” “But-” Folding your small hands in his mighty ones, Steve squeezed gently, “It was a wedding present, or it was supposed to be.” “But we’re not getting married.” “I know. Still-” “I can’t, Steve. It’s yours. Your house, your farm, your dream.” Shaking his head, disagreeing, but feeling lighter than he had in decades, Steve insisted, “Too late, I’m afraid. It’s done. Actually, that version of the deed has been signed since our second week here.” As realization sunk in you appraised the man changing right before your eyes, astonished but exhilarated, “Where will you go?” “I dunno. Think I might need to be alone for a bit. Maybe see the world… but first-” “First, we have to stop Nick Fury.”

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Inside Out

Chapter 1

Pairing- Loki x Reader

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts and other characters are in italics. Flashbacks are in bold.

“Long before the birth of light there was darkness, and from that darkness, came the Dark Elves. Millennia ago, the most ruthless of their kind, Malekith, sought to transform our universe back into one of eternal night”

Malekith is looking up at the Convergence

“Such evil was possible through the power of the Aether, an ancient force of infinite destruction.”

The Aether.

“The noble armies of Asgard, led by my father, King Bor, waged a mighty war against these creatures.”

The Dark Elves and Asgardians fighting.

Kurse walks up to Malekith. “Malekith! Asgard's forces are upon us.”

The Bifrost opens, and bor steps out with Asgardian reinforcements.

“Send the Kursed.” Malekith told Kurse.

Some soldiers crush objects in their hands and become giant hulk-like creatures. Malekith looks up at the Convergence again.

“As the Nine Worlds converged above him, Malekith could at last unleash the Aether...”

Malekith and Kurse walk up to the Aether.

However, the Bifrost opens and Asgardian warriors attack Malekith, whom he kills. The Bifrost disappears, just as Malekith tries to get the Aether, but it is no longer there.

“But Asgard ripped the weapon from his grasp. Without it, the Dark Elves fell. With the battle all but lost, Malekith sacrificed his own people in a desperate attempt to lay waste to Asgard's army.”

Malekith watches as his forces are slaughtered. “Their deaths will mean our survival. This war is far from over.” He and Kurse get onto his ship and escape without notice, while destroying the other ships in the process.

The ships kill some of the Asgardians.

“Malekith was vanquished, and the Aether was no more. Or so we were led to believe.”

“Sire, the Aether. Shall we destroy it?”

“If only we could. But its power is too great. Bury it deep. Somewhere no one

will ever find it.”

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Earth, New York City

Wow! A lot has happened in the past couple of years for Y/n. She met an Alien/God, saved New York from an alien invasion, found out she has a soulmate who caused said invasion, and last but not least finding Gambit. Even though these last years had its up and downs. Y/n hadn’t been this happy in a long time, and spending time with Gambit is the cause of that. Spending time with him just make everything better it makes her miss Loki less (even though she didn’t get to spend that much time him). Now She was now walking down the street with Gambit eating ice cream in the middle of November.

“You met my mother. How that happened?” Y/n said taking a spoon full of her ice cream.

“The good professor wanted information on you.” Gambit answered.

“Charles Xavier knew about me and my where abounds this entire time.” Y/n said with an eye roll. “Apparently him and my father have an understanding with each other.”

“Your mother...she didn’t know you existed.” Gambit stated.

Of course she didn’t Charles fucked with her mind too what a big surprise

“Well that still doesn’t change the fact that she abandon me.” She said in a dry tone.

“You gave me a chance....you trusted me to protect you and I couldn’t.” Gambit said with a sad grimace.

Y/n to turns and looks at Gambit. “You did your best. You didn’t abandon me. Ya you could’ve call to let me know you weren’t dead but I wasn’t your responsibility. Those people were after her, and she didn’t want to get caught so she left me behind.” Y/n stated. “You gave me to my father so I could be safe so I wouldn’t be used by The Thieves Guild like you was. You protective me. You’ll always be my hero.....no matter what you say.”

Y/n turns away from Gambit and started to walk away. As she approaches the cross walk she hears a voice being broadcasted in her mind.

Please no!

“Someone is in trouble.” Y/n claimed.

“What?” Gambit mumbled.

Where are you

Oh my god

Where are you

In the alleyway behind the Barbecue Restaurants just off Main Street

Y/n takes off running to Ray’s bbq leaving Gambit in her dust. When she arrives in the alleyway and doesn’t see anyone.

Hello are you here

“Thank you for coming.”

Y/n turns around and see five Einherjar Guards. “Ummmm.Hello.”

“We are the Einherjar Guards of Asgard and our king wishes to speak with you on the behalf of Prince Loki Odinson.”

“What?”

“The king would like-“

“No no I get that but why.” Y/n said to herself.

Gambit catches up to Y/n and see her with a group of guards. “Petit? What’s happening.”

“I’m being summoned by the king of Asgard.” Y/n said with a small smile.

“A king!! The king of Asgard.” Gambit finished with a gaping jaw.

I get to go to Asgard!

“Look I have no problem coming but I’m kind of in the middle of something.” Y/n voiced.

“This is important the fate of Prince Loki rest in your hands.” Einherjar Guard said not trying to be pushy.

“Fate.....I thought Loki would have been went to trial.” Y/n turns and looks at Gambit.

“l..l hav-“

“No...no it’s find go I know how important he is to you.” Gambit said with a smile.

“But just find your way back Ya.”

Y/n is about to walks over to them when a thought runs though her mind. “How about you come with me?”

“Invitation is only for you.” Einherjar Guard chimed in.

“I see that but I’m just a mere mortal I wouldn’t be comfortable being on a world without someone who can relate to me.” Y/n said artfully. “Would you want to be on a world all by yourself?”

Einherjar Guards look at each other in confusion

“Or someone is going to have to tell the king that they could get a mere mortal to comply.” Y/n said with a smirk.

“He can come but he will be watched.” Einherjar Guard agreed.

“You heard em lets go.” Y/n said as she pulls Gambit and they stand next to the guards.

“Uhhh. What’s happening??” Gambit said with a curious tone.

“Heimdall open the Bi-Frost!” Einherjar Guard shouted.

“This is going to be fun!!” Y/n said In a giggling way.

Gambit looks over at her and could see the excitement in Y/n’s eyes. “What is about-“

Suddenly Bifrost opens! A portal surrounds them In an instant, they're gone.

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Upon emerge from the Bifrost, Y/n and Gambit looks around at the Observatory.

“Woo-hoo...let’s do that again.” Y/n proclaimed.

“No I’m gonna need a bucket.” Gambit grunted.

“Y/n L. Munroe and....Remy E. LeBeau I am Heimdall The gatekeeper of Asgard.” Heimdall announced.

“Hi....” Gambit and Y/n said in-sink.

“You are a friend of Thor. He has told me much about you.”

“I wish I can say the same.” Y/n said with a smile.

“If you follow the guards they will lead you to the Castle.”

“Thanks.” Gambit said walks with the guard.

“Heimdall...I was hoping I could come back here.”

“What for?” Heimdall asked.

“Well I would love to hear all your stories, being able to see everything in the universe....thats kind of wicked.” Y/n answered.

“Of course you can.”

Y/n smiles at Heimdall then catches up Gambit and whispered. “Do you think I look ok to meet a king.” Y/n was wearing a Navy blue crewneck cable knit with some light blue jeans and white air force 1.

“Petit, you look fine don’t worry about it.”

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Throne Room

Loki is in chains, as he gets brought to Odin.

“Loki.” Frigga said in a began.

“Hello, mother. Have I made you proud?” Loki asked

“Please, don't make this worse.” Frigga said with a calm voice.

“Define worse.” Loki said in a casual tone.

“Enough! I will speak to the prisoner alone.” Odin proclaimed.

With one last look Frigga walks out the throne Room.

Loki looks up at Odin and laughs. “I really don't see what all the fuss is about.”

“Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death.” Odin voiced.

“I went down to Midgard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.” Loki expressed with a shrugged.

“We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.” Odin specified.

“Give or take 5000 years.” Loki sarcastically remarked.

Odin: “All this because Loki desires a throne.” Odin put forth.

“It is my birthright.” Loki voiced.

“Your birthright was to die!!!....” Odin shouted. “.....As a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me.”

“If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it. It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just ... I don't love them.” Loki said perpetually tired voice.

Odin tap the Gungnir on the ground and the doors open. Loki looks back back at the doors to see who could possibly coming in.

“Are we to wait on Thor?” Loki questioned.

“No Thor has nothing to do with this......” Odin started. “This is about someone else. That you are not worthy of.”

Wow this place looks so amazing

“Do you still want the Axe?” Odin wondered.

Loki looks over at Odin with wide eye then turns around and see Robin she looks just as he remembered her. Breathtaking.

“Loki!!” Y/n called out.

Loki can tell she’s happy to see him, she had a broad grin on her face despite him being in chains. “Y/n.” Loki said with darted a suspicious glance at Odin. “What is the meaning of this!?

When Y/n reached Loki she stands next to him and looks up at Odin.

Should I bow

You Bow to no one

Y/n looks over at Loki with a quizzical smile and all she gets back is a coy smile.

She turns back to Odin smiling to herself.

“I brought Y/n here to say goodbye to you.” Odin said in A calm voice.

“Goodbye..why would I need to say goodbye.....is he getting-“ Y/n said in rapid blinking and shaking her head ‘no��.

“You brought Y/n here to spite me......how do you even-“ Loki fumed.

“Frigga told me a long time ago, when you was just a boy.” Odin explained. “And Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again. You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons.”

“I thought he was going to die.” Y/n said like a weight was lifted off her shoulders, but then a relief is quickly replaced by anguish. “If you were going to do this then why do you bring me here? You should’ve left me on earth, instead of bringing me here when you’re just going to but him in the dungeons for the rest of his life.”

My life

Loki looks over at Y/n with knitted brows. “Y/n....”

“I know what Loki did on earth is unforgivable but-“ Y/n started.

“Did he or did he not kill someone close to you?” Odin asked.

“Yes he did and I kick his ass and my father brought him back.” Y/n answered.

“Your father.” Loki looks over at Y/n with his brows pulled together in a frown.

“Ant....Boot.” Y/n said teasing Loki softly.

“Oh.” Loki said with a blank stare and a paled face.

“Does he deserves punishment or not ?” Odin chimed in.

“Yes but-“

“Then it’s decided-“

“No. No. This can’t be the last time I’ll see him.”

Loki looks over at Y/n and see that black veins slowly starting to appear on the side of her neck.

Y/n, what is the matter

Nothing, I’m fine

“Let me have two weeks with him here on Asgard.” Y/n said not wanting to sound pushy.

“Giving you two weeks with Loki would give him happiness-“

“I’ll be in the dungeons with him.” Y/n said meaning the words more seriously than they sounded.

“You would do that.....” Odin said in curious tone. “.....for Loki?”

“Yes I would.” Y/n said firm persistence.

“Hmm.” With tap of the Gungnir, the doors open.

As the Einherjar Guards come in the throne room and takes Loki and they struggle to get him to leave.

“And what of Thor? You'll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains?” Loki said with a rigid expression.

“Thor must strife to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the nine realms and then, yes. He will be king. “ Odin answered.

Loki looks at Odin and then Y/n as he gets drag away, then Odin looks over at Y/n.

“You can have your two weeks.” Odin announced. “You do not have to be in the dungeons with him.”

Y/n turns her head quickly to look at Odin. “What? why would you just-“

“Do you not want it?” Odin snapped.

Yes..yes I do thank you.” Y/n said sincerely.

“Frigga” Odin calls out for his wife.

Frigga walks into the throne. “Well if it isn’t Y/n Munroe, l am Frigga Queen of Asgard.”

Y/n turns around and see the Queen of Asgard. “Hello.”

Wow she is so beautiful

Frigga approached and took Y/n’s hand in hers and looks at her with a sweet smile. “We have so much to talk about.” Frigga said as she led Y/n away out.

“You are even more beautiful then I thought.” Frigga said with a voice soft with affection.

“No you are.” Y/n said with out missing a beat.

Frigga laughs. “Is this Midgard attire.” Frigga said with one hand spin Y/n around to see her full outfit.

“Oh yes it is.”

“It’s lovely your practically glowing like the morning sun my dear.” Frigga said with a smile.

“Thank you.” Y/n said returning he smile.

“Come dear there’s much we must do.”

Meanwhile Loki watches Frigga and Y/n walking and talking, unaware of the horrors that were occurring several stories below his feet.

“I can’t remember the last time Loki or Thor brought a friend home to meet us,” Frigga said to Y/n . “When a young man brings a young woman home to meet his parents…” Frigga began, implying a possible marriage between Y/n and Loki.

“Technically, I think we have only known each other for a month.” Y/n said, surprised to be having this conversation so soon.

“And if it were three million years, would that change how you feel?” Frigga asked.

Y/n thought on this.

It wouldn’t change one thing.

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“Beautiful golden sunlight shined down through the lush, vibrant forests of Vanaheim. Unlike Svartalfheim, the realm of Vanaheim was much more pleasant an environment. It was home to beautiful lakes and mountains, with vast fields of green spread out as far as the eye could see. But today, it was filled with danger and destruction.

The people of Vanaheim—known throughout the Nine Realms as the Vanir—raced through the forests as fast as they could. They were being chased by the Marauders, a race of space pirates—brutal invaders who were armed to the teeth and out for blood. Their sole purpose in life was to take what was not theirs, and destroy anything—and anyone—that stood in their way.

A frightened Vanir woman ran for her life but stumbled, falling down a riverbank just as a Marauder fired a massive fireball. It streaked above her head, impacting a nearby tree and causing it to burst into flames. As the woman regained her footing, she was confronted by a towering Marauder. He raised his razor-sharp ax, ready to strike, when suddenly a steel mace smashed the villain in the face, knocking him down, and knocking him out.

“Standing over the frightened woman was her savior—Hogun the Grim, of the famous Warriors Three. Hogun did not wait for a thank you, nor did he want one. The Marauders were running rampant across his home world, and Hogun was determined to stop them.

As more Vanir ran to safety, Hogun stood his ground—the only barrier between the fierce oncoming Marauders and the peaceful Vanir. The Asgardian warrior gripped his mace tightly and steeled himself, ready for what just might be the last battle of his life. With a skull-shattering roar, the Marauders charged, determined to crush Hogun and the rest of the Vanir people.

The lead Marauder raised his broadsword and swung, but his blade was deflected by another sword—the sword belonging to Fandral the Dashing, the second member of the mighty Warriors Three! Fandral, still handsome as ever despite the battle, rode through the charging Marauders on his white horse, knocking down one intruder after another until he was able to make his way to Hogun, flashing a smile the entire way.

“Do we have a plan?” Fandral asked his fellow Warrior as he flipped the lead Marauder off his horse and tossed.

“We stand and fight!” Hogun the Grim yelled.

Fandral rolled his eyes at his friend’s single-minded determination to fight. Then a loud Boom, Boom, Boom echoed throughout the trees. Fandral, Hogun, and the rest of the Vanir stopped in their tracks and turned their attention toward the deafening noise. It was coming from beyond the woods, and whatever was making the noise was big. Very big. The ground shook and trees fell with each sound as the unseen threat got closer and closer.

The Vanir did not follow Hogun’s orders to stay and fight, but instead quickly retreated into the woods. The idea also crossed Fandral’s mind.

“Have you considered ‘turn and run’?” Fandral asked, but Hogun only frowned in response. Then the grim warrior looked up and over the tree line and began to back away as well. Finding a Marauder’s horse without its rider, Hogun swung up into the saddle and galloped away. Fandral was close behind as explosions rang out throughout the woods. There would be time enough to fight later.

The two warriors quickly rode their horses into a clearing where the Marauders were fighting with a few of Asgard’s elite guards, the Einherjar, who had come to help the Vanir. Hogun and Fandral stopped before one of their Asgardian compatriots, the strong and beautiful Lady Sif, who was just as brave and tough as the Warriors Three.

Sif was on horseback, locked in furious battle with a dozen or so Marauders. Sif spun her bladed spear high over her head, taking down several of the barbarians, then split the spear in two, forming a magnificent blade for each hand.

Sif fought with fierce determination against the horde, but despite her resolve, she was gravely outnumbered. With all her might, she flipped off of her horse and delivered a powerful kick to one of the Marauders, sending him flying back past the third member of the Warriors Three, Volstagg the Voluminous.

“Volstagg—on your left!” Sif cried.

Without missing a beat, Volstagg swung his battle-ax at his attacker, striking him down with one fell swoop. And when another Marauder tried to attack him with a club, the voluminous one merely took the hit, then turned, broke the club in two, and backhanded the Marauder, sending him flying through the air. But all of this nonstop battling was beginning to take its toll on the excessively large warrior. Now out of breath, Volstagg made his way to a giant pile of timber where he could take a momentary break.

“What are you doing?” Sif yelled. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Here they were in a heated battle with villains known for decimating anything in their path, and one of the legendary Warriors Three was taking a breather.

“Giving them a moment…to regroup…only fair…” Volstagg said between long, labored breaths.

But no sooner did Volstagg stop to catch his breath than another horde of Marauders set their sights on the large warrior. They ran at him with their weapons drawn, but Volstagg merely kicked out the timber, causing it to collapse on and crush the approaching horde.

Volstagg gave himself a congratulatory grin, but it was short-lived, for just as he did, he was slashed across the back by a Marauder. He wasn’t as unstoppable or impenetrable as he thought. Nearby, Lady Sif wasn’t faring too much better. She was surrounded, and a Marauder from across the battlefield was aiming his crossbow at her head.

Just as the snickering Marauder was about to squeeze the trigger, a huge thunderclap echoed throughout the land, and with a bright, blinding light, the Bifrost—the way in which Asgardians traveled between the realms—fired down from the heavens into the center of the battlefield—and directly on top of the Marauder with the crossbow. Lady Sif raised her arm to shield her eyes from the spectacular blinding light and was just barely able to make out two Einherjar on horseback bursting from the glowing white column and charging into battle.

One of the Marauders used this commotion to sneak up behind Volstagg. He raised his sword high above his head, preparing to strike down the warrior, when a whizzing sound echoed from within the Bifrost. As the light died down and the smoke began to clear, the sound intensified. Suddenly, an object rocketed out of the Bifrost, sliced across the battlefield at supersonic speed, and slammed into its target: the Marauder who was about to strike down Volstagg.

The Marauder flew through the air and kept on flying. And flying. Volstagg turned, and upon investigation made out the object that had saved his life. It was the most famous weapon in all the Nine Realms. It was Mjolnir.”

The powerful hammer, which was forged in the heart of a dying star and used by only he who is worthy, hovered in midair before speeding back across the battlefield to the hand of its wielder—the mighty Thor!

Thor, Prince of Asgard and son of Odin Allfather, emerged from the light of the Bifrost looking battle-worn but still majestic, and the sight of him instantly gave the Warriors Three, the Einherjar, and the Vanir a renewed sense of hope. Now that Thor was here, they were sure to defeat the Marauders. But Lady Sif felt that she didn’t need Thor’s help to win the day.

“Shouldn’t you be battling trolls in Nornheim?” Sif said with a scowl.

“I ran out of trolls,” Thor said with a charming smile. “Heimdall said these Marauders were giving you trouble,” he added.

“I have this completely under control,” Sif retorted.

Thor surveyed the battlefield. “Is that why everything is on fire?”

“You think you can do better?” Sif challenged with a smile.

“It would be a challenge to do worse,” Thor said dryly before being surprise-attacked by two extra-big and extra-tough Marauders. Sif rolled her eyes in response, then joined her friend in battle.

Soon, Thor and Sif were joined by Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. As the battle raged on, Thor used Mjolnir to take out multiple Marauders at once. And when one Marauder thought he might be able to seize the hammer by grabbing on to it, the hammer simply pulled the invader through the air, right to Thor’s waiting fist.

Thor, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three fought bravely against the menacing Marauders, each one helping their fellow Asgardians. When one Marauder shot an arrow at Thor’s head, Sif jumped into the air and raised her shield to block the attack. And when another fired a rocket launcher–like device, Thor valiantly deflected the blast with his mighty hammer, the impact from which knocked them all to the ground—hard.

“As the Asgardians got back to their feet, they heard the same Boom, Boom, Boom sound that Fandral and Hogun had heard earlier. Whatever it was that was making that sound was much closer now. And the Marauders were getting ready for it. They parted the battlefield to make way, and the heroes looked up over the tree line and finally saw the cause of the sound.”

“A giant Kronan stone monster, made entirely of rock and standing fifteen feet tall, loomed before Thor and the Warriors Three. He held a massive metal club and looked down upon the Asgardians with contempt. The monster was about to crush their bones into dust.

“All yours,” Sif said to Thor as she and the Warriors Three began to back away. The Marauders cheered. This was the fight they had been waiting for! Surely nothing could stop their stone man, not even the Mighty Thor. The rock monster smashed his club into the ground and let out a thunderous roar, signaling the start of the battle.”

“I accept your surrender,” Thor said, but the monster only raised its club higher, preparing to strike. But Thor was ready. Holding Mjolnir by the strap, Thor began to spin his hammer. It spun faster and faster and faster until it was nothing but a blur and Thor was rocketed off the ground in flight. The monster roared again as Thor, flying with his arm outstretched and all the might of Mjolnir in front of him, launched himself directly at the great beast. There was a deafening Choom as the hammer connected with the creature, then a blinding explosion. The Marauders looked up in disbelief and their cheering stopped. Chunks of rock rained from the sky as the monster’s feet stumbled backward, disconnected from its body, which no longer existed. The upper half of the stone man had been completely obliterated by Thor.

“The Son of Odin gripped Mjolnir tightly and turned with a scowl toward the rest of the Marauders. Almost in union, the remaining Marauders dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. The battle was over.

“Next time we should just start with the big one,” Fandral said with a smile.”

#loki x black reader #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x black!reader #thor x reader #thor x jane

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 15

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/639152911075672064/odins-ward-chapter-14

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Word count: 3182

Warnings: None

True age: Y/n: 1449 // Loki: 1575 // Thor: 1827 // Audunn 3213

Human equivalent age: Y/n: 23 // Loki: 25 // Thor: 29// Audunn: 51

Y/n’s POV

I bite off a piece of bread, if only to appease my hovering maidservant. Periodically, Frigga attempts to broach a talking subject, but I fear I am not a good partner for conversation. No, my mind is too filled with fears for my home, for my father, and, annoyingly, for Loki, who is nowhere to be found.

“Why doesn’t he dine with us?” The question blurts from my lips before I register my interruption of Frigga’s sentence. I apologize sheepishly, feeling bad for not only cutting off a queen, but a woman I greatly respect.

Frigga only smiles softly without judgement, seeming to intend to indulge my question. “He thinks himself too proud or too far removed from our family to be with us—no doubt as a result of the hurt he’s suffered. He sees his absence as a punishment for us when, in truth, it is a punishment for himself as well.”

I sigh, sinking deeper in my chair, the tasteless bread falling from my fingers. Ragna, attentive as always, takes this as an opportunity to put a bowl of bright red fruit in front of me.

“Please eat, My Lady.” Her care for me is what ultimately leads to me taking a bite. Bland, but I continue nibbling in order to ease her worry. In truth, though, I do not anticipate having much of an appetite until a significant number of my fears are assuaged.

“Have you any word from Odin or Thor? Or my father? It has been over a day since they departed.”

Frigga shakes her head. “With regret, I have nothing to report.”

Under the table, my leg begins to shake. “I hope they’re alright and successful in putting an end to the rebellion. My people cannot survive many more hours of this slaughter.”

Frigga leans forward, queenly authority washing over her words. “As a wife and mother, I worry for Odin and Thor. But as a queen, I have little concern. Asgard’s army has defeated much more formidable foes than your husband. I have no doubt this will result in a victory for Asgard and for your people.”

Her words and the conviction behind them do calm me slightly.

She sees this, and seems to seize on the opportunity. “But let us talk of lighter things. It has been over three hundred years since I last saw you. Tell me—how has your life been since your wedding?”

I exhale heavily without meaning to.

I have no desire to tell Frigga about the abuse from my husband and the scorn from Court, nor the stark isolation I feel nearly every day. So I decide to gloss over as much as I can, and relay only the good parts of my life in Alfheim.

“Our summers in Alfheim are very mild—barely hotter than spring. It makes for long, lovely days full of picnics and outdoor games, time on the lake, then perhaps a dance or two under the stars. Alfheim thrives in the night, you know. Our castle, our clothing, even our people are the most beautiful in the moonlight. Connecting with the people of Court has been a bit of a struggle, but the common folk seem to love me, even if they do not know me, not really….but they throw flowers outside my carriage when I visit the towns, and even named a library after me in the main village. It’s nice to feel that sense of community, even if I cannot be around it all the time.” At this, I look at my hands, not wanting Frigga to see the sadness in my eyes. Because, despite the clearly awful parts of my existence away from Asgard, there are bright, shining, beautiful moments in my life in Alfheim. These glimmers are what would get me through the day.

And they are what tear my heart apart now as I think of my homeworld being ripped to shreds by civil war and brutality.

Frigga hears some of what I leave unsaid. She squeezes my hand gently and places the lightest of touches under my chin, encouraging me to look up at her. “My dear, do not be saddened. Here you will find community in those closest to you, there is no need to be so isolated.” My heart, which had fluttered in hope at her words, quickly falls with her next. It seems everyone, even those I love and trust, see me as just a means to produce an heir. “It took Odin and I many centuries to conceive. And when nature failed us, another child came to us in the most unconventional, but no less miraculous, way. Alfheim lacks progressiveness, but Asgard suffers no such fault. In your own time, you and my son will produce the most wonderful child, I know that deep in my heart. But until then, Asgard will wait patiently. Do not let the fear of retribution mar your time here. And do not let your heart be weighed down with a desire unmet—everything happens in its time.”

Loki’s POV

The stone of the wall bites into my fingers as I grip it with unwise force.

Around the corner my mother—my very own mother—encourages the woman I once loved in her future quest to have a child with my brother.

A bitter taste grows in my mouth.

And although I know Y/n does not want to marry Thor—anyone could see that in the way she protested—there is real pain in her eyes.

Pain that I have caused.

I do not know if she aches with the longing for a child. But it’s not a difficult task to surmise the isolation and ridicule she has no doubt been subject to for the last two and a half centuries has weighed on her.

Preventing conception was her decision, yes, but I was the one who made it possible. I put the magic on her, effectively ruining any chance she ever had at being accepted in her home. And if she ever did want a child, but found herself unable, well, I bear the blame for that hurt, too.

It seems no matter what I do, I cannot help but destroy the lives of those I’m supposed to love.

I was so close to entering the dining hall and joining them for breakfast—the first meal I would have shared with my mother in over seven months—but I had heard the end of their conversation before making my presence known.

It’s better that way.

I do not know how well I would have reacted, had I been in their company upon hearing the conversation between Y/n and my mother.

The sound of trumpets interrupts my thoughts, and I teleport away mere seconds before Y/n races by.

Y/n’s POV

The news of Asgard’s victory is unfathomably welcome.

When I hear it, I can’t help but fall to my knees, releasing a shout of joy and thanks to Odin himself, a man I, in fact, really don’t care for.

Thor quickly escorts me away for what he calls a ‘debrief’, but I can see by the set of his shoulders it is more of a transition into spending one-on-one time in our new capacity as fiancés. And while nerves and resentment rattle my stomach, I follow him willingly, eager to hear of the path to victory and how Alfheim fares now.

He wastes little time. The moment we are in the privacy of the gardens, he speaks.

“Your father is alive and well, do not fear. His loyal guardsmen managed to keep Audunn’s forces at bay, though I fear it would been a different outcome if we had not arrived when we did. You did well getting to us so quickly.”

The compliment is unexpected and, I feel, undeserved. “All I really did was relay a message. I am quite thankful, then, to you, your father, and your army for coming so quickly to Alfheim’s aid. Surely this will cement positive diplomatic relations for years to come.”

A strange look crosses through his eyes as he looks away from me, choosing instead to squint into the sun. “Spoken like a politician. I see you learned much in your time away.”

I catch the edge to his voice. “You do not approve?”

“I didn’t say that, I only mean that it is…unusual in Alfheim for women to be so involved.”

I fight the urge to scoff bitterly. “I wouldn’t have called myself involved—Father and Audunn would have none of that—but I did pick up some tricks and knowledge in my three hundred years there.”

There’s a slight pause. In that pause, Thor seems to steel himself. I know instantly that I will not like whatever he has to say next. “I wanted to tell you, ah—while your father was successfully restored to the regency, we were able to capture and imprison Audunn rather than having to resort to killing him on the field. He is here, in the dungeons, and will stand trial tomorrow.”

My blood runs cold. “Here? In the castle? Why didn’t you kill him?!” The words come out in breathless gasps, and Thor takes a step towards me in concern.

“You need not fear, Lady Y/n, he is securely guarded. He poses no threat to your father or your people any more.”

Yes. I swallow. But now that we are in the same place once again, I worry of the threat he poses to me.

Thor attempts to continue our walk with lighter conversation, but I don’t pay him much mind. All I can focus on is the terrifying reality that, as long as Audunn lives, my own life is in danger.

Loki’s POV

When the moon is high in the sky and the air has turned crisp, I acknowledge the reality that I will get no sleep tonight.

Groaning, I fling the covers from my body and exit my warm bed, dressing quickly. As soon as I’m decent, I exit my chambers, heading straight for the library. I have plenty of books in my room, but nothing I haven’t already read. The library is likely to have a variety of unexplored distractions.

I enter the vast library and turn left, heading for the history section—one of my favorites. I round the corner and am met with a sharp gasp and the sound of clattering books as Y/n jumps back, hitting a shelf.

Surprise and self-loathing mingle within me. She’s terrified of me.

Without really deciding to, I take a step back, showing my lack of intent to harm her. “I apologize. I did not mean to frighten you.”

She exhales, lowering the shaking hands that had come to grip her stomach. “N-no, it is I who should apologize. I….thought you were someone else.”

I raise my eyebrow, buying time as I calculate the truth of her statement. She does seem to be relaxing. Now all that remains is the faint hint of embarrassment in her features. She even offers me a small smile, one that I find unexpectedly welcome. I decide to believe her. “Don’t worry about it. I understand your nerves must be frayed, given all that you’ve been through.” Flashes of what she must have experienced in the past four days come to the forefront of my mind, unbidden. Handled roughly, a dirty jail cell, a hit that would explain the coloring on her lower jaw, the fear as she sneaks through the castle, praying she goes unnoticed—

“Are you alright?”

There’s a note in her voice that suggests some of her apprehension has returned, and I can guess why. My body has gone completely rigid, my fists clenched tightly, and I’m sure I’ve just fixated on the nearest object with a death glare—I can only hope I didn’t direct it at her.

I try to recover the moment. “I’ll get those books.”

She hurriedly drops to the ground, grabbing novels at random. “Let me, Your Highness, I’m the one who—”

I sink next to her and smirk, for some reason desperate to dissolve this strange uncertain air between us. “Last night you barge into my chambers unannounced and tonight we’re back to the formalities?”

She studies me for a moment, looking quite perplexed. Then, she exhales a shaky bark of a laugh. “I suppose so.”

Fair enough.

I straighten, beginning to alphabetize the books and put them back in their proper place. She follows suit, working beside me in silence. I don’t miss the glances she gives me when she thinks I’m not looking. The looks are full of uncertainty, full of trepidation—she has no idea where we stand. For that matter, neither do I.

But there’s no use in finding out, the snide voice within me remarks. She’s engaged to your brother. You will have no chance to know her again as you did once, long ago.

But still, as since the moment she burst through the throne room doors, I war with myself.

I do not want to love her. I have no claim to her. Pursuing her would only lead to heartbreak, and I fear I cannot take any more.

If I were smart, I would push her away as I do everyone else.

I should push her away.

“Why are you in the library so late?” Her voice, stronger now, clouds my head once more and pulls me into conversation.

I have no desire to detail or even acknowledge my crippling nightmares, so I turn the question back on her, hoping to save myself the humiliation of admitting weakness. “I could ask you the same thing.”

She is equally eager to explain her reasonings, and quickly changes the subject. “I saw Lady Naerys this morning. Can you believe she has seven children?”

I chortle, and the sound feels strange coming from my throat. “But alas, not one of them fathered by a prince.” Without really meaning to, I take a step closer to her.

Y/n mocks distress. “But how will she ever become queen now?”

And just like that, we’re back on a subject we both would like to avoid.

I try to steer us away. “I admit that I was pleased when I heard news of your father’s safe return to the regency. You must be very relieved.”

But despite my efforts, a strange look takes over her face. “Yes, I am more relieved than you know.”

I press further, finding myself desperate to know what she’s thinking. “Audunn’s trial will be interesting. I estimate spectators will extend well past the boundaries of the courtroom.”

Again, I have misstepped. The color drains from her face and her hands immediately wring together in tight knots. It seems I have completely forgotten how to speak to this woman I once knew so well. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to—”

“It’s fine.” She cuts me off, staring at my shoulder rather than my face. She takes a deep breath, and when she speaks, her voice is hard, almost as if she’s willing the words to be true. “Soon Audunn will be dead. And all will be well.”

Something in her voice tells me that she is trying harder to convince herself than me.

The desire to comfort her is strong, but I am woefully out of practice. “I…do not see an outcome in which Audunn survives, yes. His choices were unfortunate, and put him at odds with the interests of two of the nine realms. Odin will not let that go unpunished.” I fight against a scowl. Because if anyone had been listening, they would’ve guessed I was talking about myself.

She surprises me with a tight smile. “Yes, you are right. This time tomorrow, Audunn’s execution will be set.”

Again, there’s that hard edge to her voice, one that wasn’t there the last time I encountered her. Whereas before it amused me, now it makes me feel sad. There’s no reason both of us had to be affected so by the world—Fate did that out of cruelty. Perhaps tomorrow after the trial, when her anxieties are further resolved, she will find some peace.

I think to the upcoming trial. She will be asked to bear witness, of course. But I worry of Odin fulfilling his duty to prepare her. I take matters into my own hands. “You know you will be asked to testify against him.”

“Yes.” The word is harsh, quick. But then she looks to the ground and stretches a hand absently to the bookshelf, almost as if she’s seeking some sort of comfort or reassurance from the touch. When she speaks again, her voice is softer, more vulnerable. “I find no pleasure in sending a man to his death. But I will speak honestly. Audunn dug his own grave—it is just my unfortunate duty to send him to it.”

I swallow, unsure of what to say. The last time I saw her, she spoke of no love for her husband, but this seems different…a deeper hurt, somehow. Part of me wants to ask what happened, but a larger part knows I haven’t the right. We are not lovers, we are not friends, and she is currently a married woman. When her status is changed upon the execution of her husband, she will immediately become the betrothed of my brother. So rather than risk hurt and vulnerability, I keep her at arms length. “I would advise you to get some rest, Lady Y/n. I have no doubt tomorrow will be a long and difficult day.”

She avoids my eyes as she curtsies and exits the library. Once she’s gone, I take a much needed deep breath. Something about her presence made the expansive library seem incredibly small, intimate. When she’d gone to curtsey, she’d needed to take a step back, as we had gotten quite close during our discussion.

With a groan, I practically stumble to the bannister overlooking the basement archives, gripping the wood tightly. Attachment to Y/n has never been a good idea, least of all now. But even after many breaths to clear my head, I still find that unwelcome feeling in the pit of my stomach, the feeling that nearly begs me to follow her from the room and pull her into my arms.

I slam my hand on the wood, startling one of the bookkeepers on the level below. Upon seeing who stands above him, he shrinks away, quickly gathering his books and scurrying out of sight.

That’s right, I think, bitterness bringing an unpleasant taste to my mouth. Run from me. I am dangerous. I am other. No one is safe with me.

Least of all a kind, wonderful woman who, even after hundreds of years, seems to hold the ability to ruin me in the palm of her hand.

A/n Hey guys, sorry for any mistakes! I proofread but I feel like I probably missed something because I’m tired. Let me know what you thought of this chapter and if you would like to be added to the tag list! What do you think of the conversation with Loki? How do you think Audunn’s trial will go? Stay safe out there :)

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poormeowmeowcollector · 4 years ago

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Let me give you my life

Pairing: Loki x Tesseract

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mourning, delusions, mental illness, alcohol, Original Character Death, Odin, fantastic racism

Summary: After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely.

Chapter 4: Bridge and Chorus

Chapter summary: the aftermath

Chapter warnings: Odin, Major Character Death, suicide

Chapter note: this chapter is dedicated to @lucywrites02 because she pretended to be a bad bitch yesterday.

Previous chapter AO3

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

The shackles sing as Loki walks towards the throne, fighting back a grin. Odin, on the other hand, sits on his high quality chair, believing to be intimidating.

"You have committed a grave crime against the-" Odin tries to speak, but Loki chuckles.

"I know what I have done, Odin. No need to repeat yourself," they interrupt, using a voice they've been hiding in their throat since they learned how to speak.

And it has so much to say…

"Has your mother taught you no respect for your king?" They yell, their favourite way of speaking to Loki. In all these years, Loki cowarded away at this voice, scared of a physical expression of the anger. This time, he laughs at it.

"Not my mother, and I have no king but myself," they smile, watching a new wave of anger flashing in the old charlatan's face.

"Silence! You never knew how to shut this mouth of yours!" Odin raises his voice, hoping to see the now natural cowering of Loki. The only answer is another laugh.

"Do you really want me to start speaking, Odin? To see who is truly guilty, with all these good dicks and whores listening?" Loki asks, a glow in his eyes as he gestures around as wide as the shackles allow. The harshness of their tongue makes the nobles who watch the "trial" gasp.

"Who taught you this language?" The old man spits, narrowing one eye.

"Apart from your anger? And that old warrior you ordered to teach Thor and me how to survive in a forest? And there are the guards, I can name a few but stitching is a worse crime than murder…" he mutters, acting if like he's chatting with a cup of tea other than being on a trial for murder.

There's no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

"Enough with your games! Why did you murder Lord Gæirasson in cold blood?" Odin asks the "big question", as if the right answer will lift the charges from Loki's name.

"Because… one, because he was a racist and offended me, to which the punishment is death. Two, because he started a war-"

"You started a war, Loki," Thor interrupts, taking Odin's side, like every time.

"A war had been started. Let's not blame people, Thor. Now where were I? Oh, yeah, at how Gæirasson started a war. Also, he refused to pay his taxes and you know how seriously I took my responsibility of being in charge of the palace's finances. Did war crimes against my people, father would be proud the son of a bitch is dead. And lastly, but definitely not least, a dreadful sense of fashion. Have you seen what his grooms wear? I think I threw up in my mouth when I saw it…" they finish with the rumbling, not even thinking of answering seriously. Odin will execute him anyways, would some fun be so bad?

"I said, enough with the games!" Odin basically screeches, their face going red.

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

"For the murder of a lord, cause of a war and disrespect towards the throne, I Odin Allfather sentence you to a life in the dungeons," he decides.

"Dungeons? Not axe? Did Frigga's ghost or this moron talk you out of killing me?" Loki questions, taking their turn to narrow their eyes.

"If you keep talking, I might change my mind," Odin sighs, rubbing his temple.

"And get rid of this perfect pawn to hold King Laufey from the balls? A shame, really," Loki poutes and shrugs, pretending awfully that he cares.

"I will not stand your disrespect any longer! I had granted you your life, Loki, more than once! You will learn to respect me for it! Take them to the dungeons!" Odin speaks the final order. Four guards grab the chains that lead to Loki's shackles and push him away, forcing him to walk with them

Only then I am human / only then I am free

On the way to the dungeons, Thor stops the guards and demands to speak to Loki.

"Just tell me why, brother. Please. What didn't we give you to make you care so little?" they ask, grabbing Loki's shoulder, just like they always used to do.

"A family. That's what you didn't give me. And that's what I've earned," Loki answers, staring right into his no-brother's eyes, the blue in them and the pale lines that resemble his lightning. They know they won't see Thor from this close ever again, and they deserve a proper last memory.

"Then, I'm sorry. It's late, I know, but remember this, please… I shall visit, whenever I can, Loki. I swear. You shouldn't be in prison all alone," Thor promises. Loki gives only a nod, enough to make Thor dismiss the guards and let them keep walking Loki to his future and last chamber.

The only sign of emotions they allow themselves to show is a sigh, only out of sympathy.

For he knows that his freedom just begins.

Take me to church / I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

The moment the guards put Loki back into the white vacant cell and take their eyes off them, they cast an illusion of them settling on the floor and staring at nothing. The real Loki is walking up and down the room, waiting for the Tesseract to speak.

"Now?" he asks, feeling it close.

"Now, you need to learn who your family is. Not Odin, not Laufey, your true family, Entropy," they answer.

"What with this name? After all this, can't you call me by my name?" Loki groans.

"I am. You have many names. Entropy, the Chaos Stone, the Death Stone, the Knot… the last one, actually, is the name you're most familiar with, translated to Old Jötunn tongue," they speak, all matter-of-factly.

"You're lying, the Chaos stone is a myth," Loki brushes off the answer.

"It does exist. A black gem, created by billions of ropes, strings and threads tangled together. The hardest one to wield and command and impossible to find. The Jötnar had found it and worshipped it. And when Laufey found out that his son is nothing but a dead baby, he sacrificed the infant for the infant. And Odin found the baby crying in the altar, the gem gone,"

"So I own my life to an imaginary stone, apart from an old piece of shit. What a surprise…" Loki throws their hands in the air.

"No. You are the imaginary stone. In order to give life, the Chaos gem entered your body and never left. You are the flesh of a corpse and the mind of an infinity stone. And it's time to leave the corpse and join us,"

The aimless walking stops, and Loki's heart skips a beat

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

"You made me kill a man, for this?" he asks, glaring at nothing. They don't answer.

"You made me kill a man! Just so I could die!" boiling hot tears streaming down their eyes and slither into their shirt as burning red eyes stare at the empty room for something. "I trusted you! You promised me a family!" he yells between his sobs.

Their feet cannot support them, and they kneel down, turned into a crying sobbing and yelling mess. A hand, created by mist, grabs his shoulder, trying to provide comfort.

"I hate you," they spit, flaring their nose drills as they stare into the blue eyes of the illusion they use to pretend they're close to them.

"I'm sorry, hurting you was… if I could prevent it…" the stone says and gives him a small squeeze. And they mean it. If there was a way to do it without any pain, they would. But it's too late, Loki is already hurt…

Offer me that deathless death

Loki throws themselves into the tightest embrace they ever had, weeping like a baby. "I don't want to die. Please, I don't wanna die. Anything but this, anything, please!" he whispers, diving his head into their shoulder without a thought of holding back the tears.

"Shhhh, you won't die. Not truly. Your mind is the stone, as long as it exists you exist. And the body will stay intact until you need it again. You will be fine, I promise," they whisper, hoping of making them feel better.

"I'm scared, Tessie. I'm so scared, I can't," for a prince, Loki sounds so small, almost like the small child they used to be. Tessie starts playing with his hair, hoping to calm him down, even for a bit.

"It's alright. Everything will be fine, no matter if you do it or not," they shush them.

"If I do it or not?" Loki repeats, sniffing quietly and breaking the hug only to look at the misty blue eyes of Tessie.

"I… you're in so much pain… if you decide that you had enough, you'll be left alone," they explain. Loki nods, still quivering from the crying, but determined.

"No. We got so far. I-I-I'm not giving up," he lets his voice get louder, and then stands up. "What do I do?" they ask, collected once again.

"Get comfortable in a position. And once you're ready, make the ropes appear and let them wash over you," Tessie explains, holding this sympathetic voice. Loki nods and sits back down against the white wall, moving to get comfortable.

Then, with just a thought, the ropes appear and fill him with this calming sensation. Tessie walks closer and cups their cheeks. "See you on the other side, Loki," they smile and kiss their forehead before vanishing.

Loki takes a deep breath, and looks around the cage. He remembers a field day he had when little, a good day. Odin was sleeping on a bench and Frigga was yelling at them and Thor to not get into trouble as Thor dragged Loki, who was just above six, on an expiration of the forest around a castle in Vanaheim. Of course, they returned after the sun was down, with scraped up knees and dirty clothes and Loki had traces of tears in his cheeks because a bug scared him. But it had been, and still is, the best time they ever had with Thor.

He holds tight into the memory as he lets the ropes cover him and closes his eyes.

Good God, let me give you my life

The guards don't know how this happened. One moment, Loki was gazing at nothing and the next…

How does one say this to the Allfather?

The healers walk out of the cage when Thor storms in the dungeons, on the verge of panicking. "Is he alive?" It's all they ask.

The healers won't answer, it's enough to know.

Thor walks in and sits beside what used to be Loki, holding their cold and deformed hand and letting tears run down his face.

Loki doesn't respond, how could he?

He's a statue, as if made from black stone, and his hands covered in stone black ropes, with a faint glow where his heart should be being the only sign that there was once life there.

Loki's face doesn't have the signature smirk, and there's no gleam in their closed eyes. But he does wear a peaceful smile. A smile Thor regrets he had to see this body in order to know that his brother knows finally peace.

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woodelf68 · 4 years ago

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Mornings

A loosely connected series of scenes throughout Loki’s life, from infancy through a future diverging from The Dark World. 9118 words.

(Note: Loki’s age in each scene is as follows, with the years being the Midgardian equivalents -- scene 1, less than a year old. Scene 2, 5 yrs. old. Scene 3, 10 -- picture kid Loki from the movie flashback. Scene 4, about 15. Scene 5, close to 20, canon Loki as seen in his cell in The Dark World. Scene 6, between 25 and 30, it’s reader’s choice as to how much time they wish to have passed between the last two scenes.)

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The querulous cry of a newly awakened baby rang out in the quiet of the room. From her position with her head comfortably pillowed on her husband’s chest, Frigga held her breath, hoping. Perhaps he -- The cry came again, more demanding. She huffed a resigned laugh and started to push herself up. “At least he waited until we were done.” Odin slid out from under her. “Stay; I’ll fetch him.” Pulling on the robe draped over the end of the bed, he padded across to the cradle on the opposite side of the room and smiled down at his seven month old son, who immediately reached for him. “Hello there,” said Odin, ridiculously pleased, as always, when Loki quieted as soon as Odin picked him up, laying his head against Odin’s shoulder and putting his fingers into his mouth to suck on them. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” He pressed a fond kiss to Loki’s silky black curls, cradling the boy against his chest as he automatically checked his diaper. “Yes, you are. You don’t keep fussing once you’ve got someone’s attention. Now Thor -- well, let’s just say that your brother was always a bit more fond of the sound of his own voice.” While he was more than happy to leave this particular task to Frigga or the servants during the day, Odin was not so incompetent that he could not make quick work of changing Loki into a dry diaper, as he did so now. That taken care of, he picked Loki back up and returned to the bed. “What do you say? Are you hungry? Do you want your amma?” He sat down on the side of the bed and passed Loki into Frigga’s waiting arms. “Hello, my sweet son,” Frigga cooed, bringing Loki under the fur with her and guiding him to her breast. That first day, when a hungry baby had been placed in her arms, there’d been no time to look for a wet nurse, and when Loki had taken the goat’s milk she’d sent for without any problems, she had been reluctant to seek out one, selfishly not wanting to hand him over to another woman every couple of hours. If he was to be her son, she wanted him to look to her for his needs, for comfort and nourishment both, and she knew well enough that there were herbs to bring in a woman’s milk, and had soon found a spell to hasten their effects. They had told the court that she had hidden her pregnancy with magic, lest word of her vulnerable state reach Laufey’s ears and make her more of a target for foul play with Odin and most of Asgard’s warriors away fighting in the war. It had been easy enough to add, to those in her retinue close enough to express concern, that the magic had delayed her milk coming in. She could still remember the fierce rush of satisfaction a few weeks later when she had been able to nurse Loki herself for the first time, her heart whispering “mine ”, that feeling of him becoming really and truly hers. Not born of her body, but nourished by it, and he had thrived and grown apace ever since. If there had been the inevitable whispers that Odin had brought home a war bastard, most died away quickly enough as all saw how she doted on Loki, and Odin had, fortunately, come home for a brief visit around the time that Loki would have been conceived. Loki turned into her now and she felt her milk let down as he began suckling hungrily, his eyes fixed steadily on hers. She relaxed into the comfort of the pillows and furs, running a gentle finger down his snub nose and smiling as his eyes crossed as he tried to focus on it. Odin lay back down beside her and gently took hold of one of Loki’s feet, smiling as the tiny toes curled in response to his stroking thumb and Loki’s eyes cut briefly to him before refocusing on her. “Who’s that?” she asked softly. “Is that your pabbi?” She glanced at Odin and Loki followed her gaze, his small hand starfishing against her. “Yes, it is! And do you know how you can tell, hm? Because you called and he came. There are not many who can command the king of Asgard like that, you know.” Odin chuckled and slid back under the fur, coaxing Frigga’s head onto his shoulder so he could wrap one arm around wife and son both and use the other to run his hand through the long, heavy waves of her hair, shining golden in the gentle early morning light that illuminated the room. “Very true. And two of the three people who can are in this room.”

Frigga made a contented noise and relaxed even further, letting her eyes drift half shut in pleasure. The duties of the day would claim the king soon enough, but in that moment, he was simply her husband, and a father, and she cherished every second of such times.

--------------- “We’re about to be invaded,” Odin murmured, hearing the patter of four small feet and the whisper of hushed voices outside their door. It was his favourite time of the day, that early morning hour when he lay relaxed and comfortable with Frigga and they talked about their plans for the upcoming day.

“One of the perils of having children.” she said, smiling.

“But perhaps also one of the pleasures?” he suggested, smiling back. “Admit it, you will be sad when they have grown too much to come tumbling in like overexcited puppies at the break of day on occasion.”

Frigga laughed. “You are quite right. I shall no doubt be proud of the fine young men they grow into, but I shall miss my little boys.”

"Should I knock? Maybe they’re still sleeping.”

"Knock softly!”

A subdued knock sounded on their door, and Frigga called “Come in!”

Thor and Loki burst into the room, still in their sleep clothes. “Happy Name Day!” they chorused. Thor held up the jar he was carrying. “We got you some flowers.”

“And we drew you some pictures,” Loki added, coming over to the bed with some papers clutched in his hand.

“Oh, thank you, the flowers are lovely! Place them right there on that table, Thor, and come show me your drawings.” She took the papers from Loki and patted the mattress beside her. Promptly Loki climbed onto the bed to snuggle into her side, a small, soft warm presence, while Thor scrambled up next to him and crawled over her body to plop himself down on her other side. Odin sat up and leaned over Thor to see the drawings as well. The top one was done in coloured chalk, perfect for capturing the texture of fur, and Frigga smiled as she recognised the black and orange patches on the rounded white shapes in the center, one large and three small.

“It’s Runa and her kittens!” She’d taken both boys to visit the barn cat and her litter a few days ago, instructing them to sit still and quietly and let the kittens approach them if they wanted to. Thor, ever boisterous, had kept fidgeting and whispering, but Loki had sat perfectly still, enraptured by the three small shapes, and had been rewarded when one of the exploring kittens had wobbled over on unsteady legs and had determinedly pulled itself up onto Loki’s lap, where he’d gently stroked it until it had started purring remarkably loudly for a creature of its size.

“Yes!” He beamed proudly. “Do you like it?’“I do indeed, and I love the flowers you drew around the border; they’re very bright and cheerful.” She moved his picture underneath the other one and saw what Thor had drawn. “Oh, Thor, this is really very good.” She admired the dragon rendered in Thor’s careful pencil work. “I should have you design a tapestry for me.”

“Really?” Thor sounded delighted by the idea.

“Why not? Where is this dragon flying to, for instance?”

“His cave, in a mountain,” said Thor. “And it’s filled with his treasure horde.”

“I hope he’s a peaceful dragon,” said Frigga. “I’d hate for anyone to want to hurt him.”

Thor’s face fell at that, as if he’d already been dreaming about slaying the dragon and winning some glory for himself. “I suppose he could be, if you wanted.”

“I do,” said Frigga firmly. “And perhaps he could have a younger dragon brother to fly by his side?”

“Me and Loki!” Thor enthused. “We could be the dragons! And we live in the cave together and go out and have adventures.”

“That would make a very nice tapestry,” agreed Frigga. “You boys could have it for your room.”

“I’ll start sketching it later today,” Thor promised.

“What about us?” Odin asked. “Can your mother and I live in your cave while you boys go out flying around on adventures?”

“Yes! I’ll draw you two lying at the entrance with just your snouts sticking out. You can be a gold dragon, Father, and you a blue one, Mother. What about you, Loki?”

“Green,” said Loki promptly.

“Well, I shall look forward to this epic picture,” said Odin, ruffling Thor’s hair. “It’s a very good likeness of a dragon, Thor. And I like yours as well, Loki.”

“How big should I make the drawing, Mother?”

“We’ll figure that out after breakfast. Speaking of which, why don’t you two go get dressed and ready for the day and we’ll do the same, and we’ll come collect you for breakfast when we’re ready.” She leaned first to the left and then the right, kissing the tops of her sons’ heads. “Thank you for the presents; they’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome.” Loki knelt up on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly. “Happy name day, Amma.”

Frigga hugged him back, smoothing a hand over his tousled curls. “Thank you, my darling.” She released him and he slid off the bed, giving Thor room to climb over her and follow suit. He leaned over to give her his own hug once he was on his feet.

“Happy name day,” he echoed. “I’ll help Loki get ready.”

“Thank you, my sweet.” She gave him a squeeze and let him go, watching as he took Loki by the hand and led his little brother from the room. She turned to Odin, beaming. “I think we have the best boys in the entire Nine Realms.”

The skin around Odin’s eye crinkled up. “I’ll remind you of that the next time Thor lets his temper get the better of him or Loki’s curiosity leads him into trouble.”

“I didn’t say they were perfect ,” Frigga said. “Perfect would be boring. And we both know who Thor got his temper from.” She looked at him pointedly.

“I feel like I should be offended but I know you’re right,” Odin admitted. “But if he can learn to channel it, it’ll prove a great asset in battle one day. And at least he got your sweetness of heart to counter it.” Odin leaned over and kissed her.

“Flatterer,” she said fondly. “And what of Loki? What does he have of us?”

“He has your sweetness as well, and your cleverness, and your sensitivity to magic.” Odin looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure what he has of me. My eyes, perhaps,” he joked. “Or my eye; he only ever saw the one.”

“He has your watchfulness,” said Frigga, after a moment of thinking. “He knows how to sit and listen quietly, and remember what he hears. And how to choose his words with care.”

“If he picked that up from me, then I am well pleased,” approved Odin. “Let us hope that he grows up with a taste for politics; those traits will serve him well.” He rolled out of bed. “Come, we had best bestir ourselves before our hungry young dragonlings decide to go foraging for themselves and leave nothing but crumbs and wreckage in their wake.”

Frigga laughed -- but she could picture the scenario all too well. She bestirred herself. ---------------

Loki woke with his heart pounding. Just a nightmare, he told himself, but telling himself that and truly believing it were two different things entirely. It would have been easier if he had been able to simply look to his side and see Thor asleep in his bed, but they had recently been given separate rooms, and he wasn’t sure, at the moment, that he liked it. He sat up, throwing back the covers and swinging his feet down onto the floor. He slipped from his bedroom and made his way across the common room that connected his and Thor’s chambers, the sky outside the windows lit with the brilliance of the stars, and quietly looked into Thor’s bedroom. Thor lay sprawled out on his bed, motionless, but Loki could hear his soft breathing from where he stood and was reassured. He retreated and made his way out into the hallway, and crossed over to his parents’ rooms, feeling the light tingle of the wards that, he knew would permit no one other than himself or his brother to enter once his parents had retired for the night. He passed light-footed through his mother’s weaving room and paused, hovering in the doorway of their bedroom, looking and listening. His parents lay back to back, his mother nearest to him, and after a minute he was sure of the slow rise and fall of the blanket covering her. He moved further into the room, just needing to be sure that his father was all right, too, before he could go back to bed.

“Loki?”His mother’s voice was quiet, sleepy, but Loki nearly jumped out of his skin and couldn’t help letting out a squeak of alarm.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Are you all right?”

“Nightmare,” whispered Loki back. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“Want to come in?” Frigga held up the blankets invitingly, scooting back away from the edge of the bed to give Loki more room. She bumped back against Odin’s solid form and he grunted and woke.

“Hmphm?” he murmured, still half asleep.

“Scoot back.”

Odin obliged, but lifted his head, confused, when Frigga followed after him and spied a black head silhouetted against the dim light of the room. “Loki?”

“I’m sorry, I just had a nightmare and needed to make sure you were all right before I tried to go to sleep again,” Loki apologised again. “I’ll go now.”

“Are you sure?” Odin moved back further on the wide bed, putting space between him and Frigga, and wished all parenting decisions were as easy as knowing what to do when your child came to you upset in the middle of the night. “You could come in between us, safest place in the Nine Realms."

Frigga smiled and moved back towards the edge of the bed, creating a perfect Loki-sized space in between them and lifted the covers higher. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Loki hesitated a second, then his feet carried him forward and he scrambled over his mother’s body. Up close, his father looked strange with his eyepatch left off for the night, but he had seen the scarred socket before, and he only glanced at it for a moment before nestling down between his parents and feeling his father’s arm drape comfortingly over him.

“That’s it,” Odin pressed a kiss to Loki’s hair. “I’ve got you; you’re safe.”

Frigga turned over and curled around Loki from the other side, letting the covers fall back down over them and reaching out to rub his shoulder. “Do you want to tell us about your dream?”

“I wasn’t in any danger ,” said Loki. “I was just...alone, here in the palace. It was completely empty; I couldn’t find anyone. But then finally, I found you. Except you were lying like you were laid out for a funeral boat, and I knew you were dead.” He took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the scent of her, and felt the lingering dread from the nightmare dissipate. “And then I woke up.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Frigga stroked his hair soothingly. “I’m sorry, what a terrible dream. But I promise you that I am very much here and alive and have no plans to go anywhere anytime soon.”

Odin’s heart ached for his son. It was a common theme that ran through Loki’s nightmares, that of being alone and abandoned. Sometimes he was someplace cold, and crying for help that didn’t come, and Odin knew the source of that one. Sometimes Loki was surrounded by fire, and Asgard was burning around him, and that one worried him. This one...well, he knew how close Loki was to his mother; his mind probably couldn’t think of a worse scenario. “No more do I,” said Odin, hugging Loki just a little bit tighter. He thought of saying something serious, about how he still had a good many years left in him yet despite his age, but decided instead on levity. “You won’t get rid of us that easily.” He tickled Loki’s stomach.

Loki giggled and grabbed at his father’s hand. “Good,” he said firmly. His father turned his hand, slotted his larger fingers through Loki’s own, and left his hand there, covering Loki’s reassuringly. Loki relaxed, feeling warm and safe and most definitely not alone. “You don’t think I’m a baby for not wanting to be alone after a nightmare?” he asked hesitantly, just to make sure.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Frigga reassured him. “I expect you’re still getting used to waking up alone in a room of your own, aren’t you?” She had often enough, through the years, looked in on the boys at night to find them snuggled up together in one bed to suspect that they had found comfort in each other after bad dreams. Certainly Loki hadn’t sought their bed in a while.

“Yes, exactly,” said Loki, grateful that she understood. “I used to be able to wake up and see Thor sleeping in his bed and know that it had just been a dream and that everything was all right.”

“Your mother and I are lucky,” Odin pointed out. “If we have a bad dream, we have someone right here next to us to say that everything is all right and that it was only a dream.”

“I never thought of that,” said Loki thoughtfully. “Do you have bad dreams, Father?”

“I do, sometimes.”

“What about?”

“The usual, I think. Losing someone that I love, being lost. Finding myself in front of a crowd of people and realising that I don’t have any clothes on.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he lifted his head, twisting around to look back at his father. “You have that one, too?”

Frigga laughed. “I think we all have, at one time or another. I used to have that one when I was younger, but no more. I seem to have grown out of it, thank the Norns.” Odin had handled that question well, she thought. Loki didn’t need to be burdened with the details of his father’s nightmares. She heard the first birds begin to call outside, but since the birds had gone to bed hours before she had, she felt justified in ignoring them. “Go back to sleep, little one,” she told Loki softly. “Morning will be here soon enough.”

Loki closed his eyes obediently, and she began to sing softly, the words of the lullaby unforgotten through the years. Frigga watched him, his lashes lying dark against his cheeks, his breathing growing slow, and even, until she was sure he was asleep, and quietly finished the last verse. She glanced at Odin then, to see him watching her, the expression in his eye soft. “I half wish Thor were here as well,” she confessed in a whisper. “Perhaps he’ll come hunting down his brother in the morning. Then I could have all my boys snuggled in safe around me.”

Odin looked amused. “Are you implying that I am one of your boys as well?”

“You are.” Frigga’s tone of voice dared him to say otherwise. “Mine to love, mine to care for.”

“Good,” he said with satisfaction, sounding remarkably like Loki had but a short while earlier, and closed his eye, a contented smile on his face.

Frigga watched her husband and son with a heart full of love. She should suggest that Odin spend some time with the boys tomorrow; both Loki and Thor were always hungry for more of their father's time and attention. And they were old enough now to learn more of the behind the scenes work of ruling the realm; perhaps if she framed it as an educational opportunity, Odin would agree it was worth carving out the time from his schedule. She found Odin's and Loki's joined hands under the covers, and laid her own atop them. falling asleep to dream of the day when her sons would stand side by side and lead Asgard into a bright and prosperous future.

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“Loki! Why are you still abed? Did you forget that we were going to go hunting this morning?” Thor came bursting into Loki’s bedroom with all of his usual exuberance, undeterred by the fact that his brother was still, obviously, asleep, or had been up until a moment ago.

Loki groaned and buried his head under his pillow. “Changed my mind. Tomorrow’s better. Go away. I’m sleeping.”

Thor spied a familiar-looking book on Loki’s nightstand, the same one he’d been reading last night at supper. “Were you up all night reading?”

“What if I was? Some of us wish to improve our minds.” Thor was quiet for a moment, and Loki had the vain hope that Thor would go away and leave him in peace. Then he felt his covers yanked back, and squawked in protest.

“And some of us wish to go hunting with our brother,” said Thor cheerfully. “Come on, the fresh air will wake you up.” He took hold of Loki’s legs.

“Thor, don’t you dare, I’m warning you --”

Thor pulled.

There was a flash of green. It was followed by a startled croak.

Loki peered over the edge of his bed at the large green frog sitting on his floor. It looked back at him mournfully. “I warned you. Now hop along and stay out of trouble and I’ll change you back this afternoon. If you want to go hunting then, fine, if not, I promise to go to bed earlier tonight and we’ll go tomorrow morning.”

The frog tried to walk, one webbed foot at a time, towards Loki’s bedroom door, before figuring out how to manage his long legs and gave a short hop, then a longer one, and presently disappeared from sight. He was going to be in so much trouble when he changed Thor back, Loki thought, but some things were worth it. He wondered if Thor would brave going to their mother, or if he would have the sense to simply wait the morning out in his rooms. The first option would restore him to his own form faster, if he made it into Frigga’s presence and could convince her of his identity, but it also risked him being seen by a member of the staff and deposited outside in a pond. Grinning at that mental image, he pulled his blankets back up and let his head sink back into his pillow. He reclosed his door with a wave of his hand and sank happily back into slumber.

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Loki lay in bed and watched the dim lighting of the cell brighten. Morning, he assumed, though really he had no way of knowing, would never see the sky again. How early was it? he wondered. Was the sky still pink and gold from the sunrise, or had it already turned to blue? The constant white glare of the cell bothered him more each day, made him long for the shaded green places in his mother’s gardens (he could not think of her as anything else in his heart), or the dim recesses of the library, lit by the warm glow of lamps, or the muted light filtering in through the curtains in his rooms. At first it had been enough to have a place where he knew he was safe, where he could simply let down all his defenses and rest without fear or pain. He had slept for long stretches of time, those first weeks, while his body healed, waking only to eat ravenously of the food that was delivered to him. He heard the rattle of a meal tray being delivered now, the curt “Breakfast” spoken by the guard before they disappeared again. He rose and went to collect the tray.

It had not escaped his notice that his meals weren’t standard prison fare, that there was usually at least one thing on his tray that was something that he particularly liked. There was always fresh fruit and juice for breakfast, and today, a veritable feast of a mushroom and cheese omelette and hot buttered toast and the spicy sausages his mother knew he liked, because of course it was her doing, he knew that much. There was even, astonishingly, a bottle of elven wine. the explanation for which was in the new book that had accompanied his breakfast tray. He opened it and read the inscription on the flyleaf:

My dearest son,

It seems cruel to wish you a happy name day, but I hope these small tokens of my affection will give you some pleasure on this day nevertheless. I tell myself it is better than last year, when I still thought you dead, and if you are kept apart from me, at least I know that you are alive and well. And I let myself hope that next year will be better yet, that something will have changed, for I refuse to believe otherwise. I will find a way to force it to change myself, if I have to. If you would only tell us what happened to you, give your father a reason to trust you again -- But this is not the time or the place to chide you for that, only know that when you are ready to talk I will be here to listen. And know that I will never stop loving you, nor celebrating the day you arrived in our lives, for you are one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given. As always, I remain

-- your loving Mother

He cried bitter tears then, tears of longing to feel her arms around him again, and tears of regret for his lost life. He wanted, desperately, to see the sky, to breathe fresh air, to walk without coming up against a wall after more than a few paces. Would it change anything if he told? He tried to remember why he hadn’t, that first day when he’d been brought back and paraded before Odin in chains. Spite? Anger? Shame? To show his parents how it felt to have a secret kept from them? Yes, all of those, he knew, but were they worth it? Did he want Thanos to come upon an Asgard unwarned, and unready? He thought of the palace littered with bodies, of the palace empty of life save for the slaughtered bodies of those who had had the chance to fight, and remembered, with a sudden chill, the nightmare that he had had more than once as a youth. He thought of his mother dead, and not knowing until one day a meal tray arrived with plain prison fare, no special treats. No more books. Of never seeing anyone again except the guard who delivered the meals, of never being able to have an actual conversation with anyone again. Alone, forgotten. Except no, Thanos would not forget him. Panic rose up and engulfed him, and he reached for the wine, uncorking it and taking a healthy swig.

The wine helped a little, but he couldn’t truly relax until his mother’s projection appeared in the afternoon and the relief that swept through him almost made him giddy. He thanked her for the gifts, and was ashamed at how the basic courtesy made her face light up like the sun.

“I only wish that I could do more.” Her hand rose, as if she would cradle his face. Loki fought the urge to turn into the touch, lest the contact shatter her illusion, and allowed himself to imagine he could feel the warmth of her hand upon his skin. “Tell me what it’s like outside today,” he said impulsively. “Is the sky blue?”

“It is, clear and blue with a few puffy white clouds floating around. It is just past midday, and the garden is full of the scent of the roses in bloom.”

She seemed to know what he craved, and painted a picture of the gardens with her words that invoked all his senses. And when he didn’t stop her, she continued on with all the everyday details of life in the palace lately, what she was doing to fill her time and then what was going on in the greater Realm, slowly expanding his world. She took it as a good sign, that he was finally expressing an interest in the outside world.

Loki knew her time for him was up when she glanced behind her, as someone obviously came into the room where her body stood.

“I must go now, but I’ll be back tomorrow,” she promised. “Imagine me giving you a kiss and a hug, and I swear that I shall one day do so in fact.”

“Mother,” Loki said quickly, before she could vanish, the careful “Allmother” that he sometimes used never having become easy or comfortable on his tongue. “Thank you for coming. And what you asked of me -- in the book -- I will consider it.”

Her face lit up again. “I am glad to hear that. And I will never, ever stop coming to see you, not until the day that you are able to come and see me .” She held out her hands to him, letting him be the one to dispel her illusion in the little ritual they had developed, and reluctantly, he brought his hands down on hers, an almost physical pang running through him when there was no solidity of contact and she vanished in a shimmer of gold.

“Husband,” Frigga said cooly, turning to face her visitor. “What brings you here at this time of day?”

“Do I need an excuse to come see my beautiful wife?’ Odin asked, a challenging glint in his eye.

“Well, if you have no matters to bring to my attention…” She trailed off, then squared her shoulders and lifted her chin as she faced him. “I wish to see Loki.”

“Do you not already see him?” he countered.

Frigga froze, had he seen or was he only guessing? His face was that inscrutable mask which served him so well as king but which she hated to see on her husband.

Odin sighed. “I know you send your projections to him, you need not worry about that.”

Frigga relaxed. “Ah. I had wondered, but it seemed better not to bring it up if you were willing to overlook it,” she confessed.

“After that first time, when you didn’t press me further to allow you to visit him, I surmised that you had found your own way of seeing him. I know your abilities, and I know you would not let anything keep you from either one of your children if you thought they had need of you.”

“I would not,” she agreed, steel in her voice.

Odin dropped his head, half turning away from her. “I had no right to forbid you from seeing him in the first place. It was wrong, and it was cruel, and I am sorry for it. I wish that I had a better excuse, but in the moment, I was simply angry that he, too, had chosen to attack what he had sworn to defend. Jotunheim I could understand, to some extent, but Midgard?” He closed his eye briefly, feeling the weight of his years, and admitted the ugly truth about himself. “And I spoke what I knew would hurt him most.”

“Yet not sorry enough to take it back once you had spoken.”

“It would have been seen as a sign of weakness.”

“It would have been seen as a sign of compassion!” Frigga snapped, then shook her head. Anger would not get her what she wanted, she knew that much. “So alike, the two of you are, always knowing the words that will wound deepest."

Odin fiddled with a paperweight sitting on a table, a simple, smooth stone with a design on it that had once been painstakingly painted by a young boy. “I remember asking once, what of me you saw in Loki. I had hoped for a better legacy than ‘cruel’ and ‘obstinate’.”

“It is not too late to fix things, Odin,” she urged. “A wise king knows when to admit he is wrong, and to correct his mistakes instead of letting them continue unchecked because he is not man enough to face up to them. When has Loki ever responded well to harshness? Perhaps he would not have stayed so recalcitrant in his refusal to speak of what befell him if you had showed some sign of kindness when he was returned to us. Who knows how long he spent in the Void, unable to think of anything but the fact that he no longer felt that he had a family? That his entire life was a lie? Small wonder he emerged mad, if that is all that happened, but I do not think it is. He did not just stumble onto an army of Chitauri and decide to invade Midgard because he wanted a throne. You did not see his face when I had Gungnir handed to him; he did not expect it, he did not want it. He did not desire rule, only respect, to be seen as Thor’s equal, to make you proud. Would it have killed you to have welcomed him back as his father before you pronounced judgement as his king?” Frigga could not help her voice rising again in condemnation.

“Invading another realm was not the way to gain that respect, nor trying to completely obliterate one!” Odin protested, turning back to her in anger, then his defiance dropped away. He did not want to turn this conversation into a fight anymore than Frigga did. “Never mind Jotunheim, not now. As I said, I understand something of what drove him to attack it, and though I do not condone such an extreme action, it was within his rights as ruling king at the time to retaliate for Laufey’s attack on Asgard. But it is what followed after that complicated matters. I could not simply banish him to another realm to learn a lesson as I did with Thor because I do not know what lesson he needs to learn, and I do not know if that realm would be safe, and most of all, I do not know whether Loki himself would be safe, or whether he might attempt to end his own life again.” Odin looked at her bleakly, the memory of Loki’s face as his son let go of Gungnir and let himself fall into the Void one that still haunted his nightmares. “What else could I have done, other than what I did? And what would you have me do now?”

“It was not what you did but how you did it,” Frigga allowed, for Loki had been a threat that needed containing at the time, even she had to acknowledge that. “But as for now -- be his father! If you want to get him to trust you again, you have to show him that you deserve it. And you can start by letting me visit him, in person.”

“Why now?” he asked, stalling a bit but also curious. “Why have you waited this long to ask again?”

Frigga pursed her lips. “To be honest, until today, I have not been sure if he would welcome my actual presence,” she admitted.

“And today?”

“It was a good day; he was quieter, more settled.”

The corner of Odin’s mouth turned up. “Perhaps we should have sent wine long before this.”

“Do you know everything?” she demanded in exasperation.

“I wish I did. I would give much to know what happened to Loki in the year that he was gone. But do you not think I look in on my son every now and then? I know what today is as well as you do.”

“I don’t think it was just the wine. It had been opened when I arrived, yes, but not enough was gone to influence him in any way. I think he is just...coming back to himself.”

Odin thought of the way Loki had sat quietly and listened to his mother today, as he had watched from Hlidskjalf for a while before withdrawing his Sight and giving them their privacy, no longer the ranting, rage-filled man who had come back to them. It had been a slow change, but a steady one, and he thought longingly of the possibility of one day having his son back. Loki was not Hela, he reminded himself, despite their remarkable physical similarity. The Norns must have been laughing at him when they had sent him Loki’s way. A second chance, to raise a raven-haired child right. And he thought he had done so. Loki had not been molded for war, had not grown up without the softness of love. A succession of memories flashed through Odin’s mind. A baby, smiling and quieting as soon as he was picked up. A small body nestled against his. A boy trustingly slipping his hand into Odin’s. A young man walking with his mother’s hand tucked securely through his arm, love and pride in every line of his bearing. A son grown tall and strong, a son any man would be proud of. Had he told that to Loki often enough, or had he simply assumed that he knew, that that was what Odin had been saying whenever he laid an approving hand on Loki’s back or shoulder, whenever he trusted him with some matter of state, some diplomatic mission? Somewhere along the way they had lost that closeness which Loki and Frigga still had, and Odin had never regretted it more than when Loki had learned of a heritage which did not matter in the slightest to him, but had driven Loki to such despair that he had no longer seen a reason to go on living.

“Odin?” Frigga’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

Odin cast back to the last thing she had said, and remembered, Loki coming back to himself. “I pray that it is so.” He paced across her room, thinking. He was going to agree to Frigga’s request, he knew, but he wondered if he could get something more out of it. Loki’s refusal to talk of what had happened to him during the year he was beyond all their sight irritated him in more ways than the simple defiance of it. Nothing about Midgard made sense; was that simply because Loki had not been thinking rationally at the time or was there a huge puzzle piece there that they were missing? His instincts said the latter, and he wished not for the first time that Thor had managed to bring home the weapon Loki had wielded along with his brother, wondered if there might not be a clue there. If the Bifrost had not been shattered, he would have gone and demanded it of the mortals himself, and not taken no for an answer. Or was he simply looking for a reason which would justify Loki’s actions, that he might give him a chance to redeem himself, as he had given Thor? He nearly growled in frustration as he came up once again against his complete lack of knowledge.

“How much do you think he wishes for your company?” he asked. “Enough to finally tell us what happened to him in exchange for it?”

“I don’t know,” Frigga admitted. “But he did say he would consider talking about it when I mentioned it again today.”

Odin brightened at that. "Considering" was not "agreeing to", but it was the first time that Loki had even given them that much. “Then perhaps we should wait until he comes to that decision. If we give him something that he wants before he does so, it might remove the impetus to give us what we want."

“Odin,” Frigga pleaded, allowing all of her yearning to come through in her voice. “I have not been able to hold my son in over two years. Have not been able to offer even the comfort of a single touch.”

Odin hesitated, then gave in. “A week. We will give him a week, and if he does not say anything more about it, then I will go to him with my offer.” It was hardly any time at all, when Loki had held out this long, but he was tired of being at odds with his wife, and hoped this would help mend the rift between them.

“And if he refuses it?”

Odin looked at her face, saw the fear that she would be further denied the chance to visit her son, and felt shame that he was the cause of it. If Loki scorned him as weak for this, then so be it. He would make this one thing right. “Then you may visit him anyway.”

Frigga’s face lit with joy, and the next thing he knew she had her arms around him. He tried to get his arms up to embrace her back, for he had not been favoured with such attention for a long time, but she was already stepping back, her hands lingering on his shoulders for a moment while she beamed at him.

“Thank you,” she said with heartfelt fervour.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked hopefully.

“Ask me again when I have held my son in my arms,” she said, but she was still smiling, and Odin’s heart felt lighter than it had for a long time.

As it turned out, they didn’t even have to wait a week. ---

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As if thinking of the old dream conjured it back into existence, Loki was haunted by it again that night. Running through the empty palace, looking for someone, anyone, only to find, at last, Frigga, laid out and lifeless and waking to his heart pounding in panicked dread. And for the first time in his life, he could do nothing to reassure himself of her safety other than wait for her visit. When she arrived, he took a deep breath of relief. Only a nightmare, he told himself. But it was harder to dismiss when he woke from the same dream the next morning, except this time he had heard Thanos’s laughter when he had come upon his mother’s dead body, and impossible the third. He was too agitated to eat breakfast and paced restlessly until Frigga finally showed up.

“Tell the Allfather,” he said, having made up his mind that he had to do something, that if the Norns were sending him a message he could not risk ignoring it. If he could not be free to guard his mother’s life, then he must give up what knowledge he had that would allow her to be best prepared to defend herself if and when Thanos broke into the Nine.“That I will answer any questions he may have in return for you being allowed to visit me in person.”

Joy swept through Frigga. “He will be hearing petitioners now,” she said. “Shall I interrupt him or wait till he breaks for the midday meal?”

“Better wait." He didn't want his mother to leave when she had just arrived, and it would give him time to prepare what he was going to say, how much he needed to reveal. "But do it today."

“I will,” she promised.

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A couple of hours later, Loki came to his feet as he heard approaching footsteps and stood facing the front of his cell, his hands clasped behind his back. He tensed as he saw Odin, but his heart leapt when he saw his mother following behind him.

“Loki,” Odin greeted. “I understand you wish to strike a deal.”

“I do. I will answer any questions that you have in exchange for mother being allowed to visit me whenever she wishes. Inside my cell,” he stressed. When Odin didn’t respond immediately, he swallowed his pride and added “I swear I will not hurt her, nor attempt to use her in any way to escape this place.”

“I never thought that you would hurt her,” Odin admitted after a moment, and glanced at Frigga, then gestured towards the cell. “Very well. Go ahead.”

Two long strides forward and Frigga was deactivating the energy barrier that formed the front of the cell, one more and she was pulling Loki into her arms. “Loki,” she breathed out fervently. “My son.”

It had happened so fast, Loki hadn’t been prepared for it, and flinched back for a second, from the shock of being touched after so long without it, and because for so long before that, touch had always meant pain instead of comfort. He didn’t know what to do for a moment, but then her scent hit him, the smell of herbs and flowers and fresh air, that whispered ‘home’ and ‘safe’ and ‘loved’, and his arms came up instinctively as he wrapped her up tight in his embrace and buried his face against her neck. “Mother,” he said desperately, and then quieter, for her ears alone, “Amma .”

“I’ve got you,” Frigga whispered, burying her hand for the first time in the new length of his hair. “You’re safe.”

Odin heard them both, and relief and remorse swept through him in equal measures. Their son was still in there, still reachable, but looking at Loki’s face was almost painful. Whatever happened today, he vowed he would not keep them apart again. Belatedly he realised he had not reactivated the energy barrier and stepped forward to do so.

Loki heard the faint hum crackle back into life and glanced up, a faint smirk on his face. "A bit slow there, weren't you? I could have teleported right out of here in a second."

Frigga tightened her grip on him. "If you had tried, you would have had to take me with you."

"What an excellent idea, Mother," Loki said brightly. "Where would you like to go?"

She gave him an admonishing shake. "Don't tempt me, you."

"And yet you didn't," said Odin. "Perhaps I am simply choosing to trust my son to keep his word, that he will not try to use his mother's presence in an attempt to escape. Am I wrong to do so?"

Loki shook his head, and raised his chin a notch. "You are not."

For the moment, the mask was gone from his son’s face, Loki’s eyes wide and vulnerable in a too gaunt face, and Odin was reminded of just how young Loki still was. "Good,” he said approvingly. “In return, I ask you to trust me, Loki. Tell me what happened to you. Let me help you, if I can."

“I will save you time and tell you the only thing that you need to know. Thanos the mad Titan seeks the Infinity Stones, and a way into the Nine. Asgard must prepare her defenses and stop him from finding them all.”

Odin's mind instantly flashed back to the conversation that he’d had with Thor on his return to Asgard, when he had grilled him about everything that he could remember Loki doing or saying on Midgard, seeking some clue to his youngest son’s behaviour.

He had a sceptre, with a blue stone, with the ability to control the minds of others.

He was not like himself at all. He looked unwell, and afraid at times, and the manner in which he attacked was so unlike his usual style that I thought he must be in league with someone else.

I thought I was reaching him, when I asked him to stop and come home. For a moment I could see the brother that I knew in his eyes, but then he said that it was too late to go back, and he shook it off and went back to the attack.

A picture was coming together in Odin’s mind, and it was not one that he liked. Loki, his mind already broken, falling into the hands of a being of incomparable power, one who wished to escape his exile outside of the Nine. Thanos discovering that Loki had the ability to walk the shadow paths between worlds. Had the scepter truly borne a blue stone, or had it been a yellow stone concealed in a blue housing? Were the mortals the only ones it had been used upon? The Tesseract. Mind stone and space stone. One risked to gain a second, a ploy that had failed. If Thanos could break into the Nine, it would not only be the Stones he came after, Odin guessed, it would be Loki, for failing to deliver what he had been sent for. For he had no doubt now that Loki had been sent. A year gone, beyond Heimdall’s view. How much of that time had been spent in the Void, how much being broken until his proud, powerful son had been turned into a tool to be used? Had Midgard been offered as a reward for service, or had Loki wanted it as a sanctuary, a bulwark against the Mad Titan when he felt he no longer had a right to claim Asgard as his home?

Oh, Loki, Odin thought, his heart clenching for his son. What did he do to you? He reached out and deactivated the force field at the front of the cell again, and walked in to join his wife and son, meeting Loki’s startled gaze steadily. He had failed his son once, he was not going to fail him again.

“On the contrary, I think I’m going to need to know a great deal more than that.”

Loki, still standing within the circle of his mother's arms, stared. Odin had set the barrier to re-form behind him, effectively trapping him inside the cell with Loki. He would need to call the guard now to let him out. "Was that wise? Locking yourself in with a dangerous criminal? I only promised not to hurt Mother, you know."

"if I have been so poor of a father that I need fear attack from my own son, then perhaps I deserve it." There had been no threat in Loki's voice, though, merely a pointing out of facts, and Odin grinned mischievously. "You can try, though."

Unexpectedly, Loki felt the corner of his mouth quirk up, feeling oddly reassured instead of offended that his own strength and skills were being dismissed. He wanted his father to still be strong, he realised, wanted to feel that childhood certainty that Odin could fix anything, that he could handle any problem brought to him and make everything all right again. He knew that wasn't the case anymore, but still, if Asgard were to stand any chance at all against Thanos, she would need the strength of all her warriors, led by a strong king. And that king needed to be armed with knowledge as well as weapons, knowledge that Loki was tired of bearing alone. If nothing else, Odin could share that burden.

"I would not wish to upset Mother," he said diplomatically, and heard Frigga huff beside his ear.

"No more would I, yet I fear I have done so for far too long. But I am trying to make amends. To you and to her," Odin stressed. "Talk to me, Loki, please. Let me be the father I should have been when you first returned."

For a change, Loki did not feel the need to deny that Odin was his father, knew he could not do so with any conviction at the moment. If not Odin, then who? Certainly not Laufey, who had left him to die. At least Odin had been there, and was here now, apparently still willing to call Loki his son. Perhaps one imperfect father willing to admit his mistakes was better than none. The anger that he had nurtured for over a year fizzled out, and he swallowed hard. "What more do you wish to know?"

"Everything."

His mother's hand gripping his tightly, grounding him, Loki took a deep breath and began to talk.

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“Amma.”

Sif woke to a small hand tugging on the sleeve of her nightshirt. A pair of clear blue eyes beneath a head of tousled black curls peered at her from just over the top of the mattress.

“What is it, Ullr?”

“I had a bad dream.”

Sif yawned sleepily. “Do you want to spend the rest of the night with us?”

Ullr nodded. “Yes, please.”

He held up his arms to her, and Sif saw that he had his much-loved stuffed bear with him, a present from his Aunt Jane. She sat up and reached down, lifting Ullr up onto the bed and scooted back. Loki, who was always a light sleeper, woke with an inquisitive noise as she bumped into him.

“Mhm?” He rolled onto his side, automatically reaching out to drape an arm over her and draw her close, and came up against an unexpected shape. He woke a little more. “Sif?”

“It's just Ullr. He had a bad dream.”

“Put him between us, then.” He moved back, making room.

“Go on, Ullr.” Sif held the covers up. “You heard your father.” She smiled as Ullr promptly scrambled over her body and was instantly gathered in close by Loki.

Loki nuzzled Ullr’s hair, breathing in the sweet scent of his son and wrapping an arm securely around him as Sif turned to face them, letting the covers fall back over them, enclosing them in a soft, warm cocoon. Ullr didn’t seem visibly distressed, so either the dream hadn’t been too bad, Loki thought, or the memory of it was already fading. Still, there were words which had to be said.

“I’ve got you,” he said softly. “You’re safe.”

#ficwoodelf #loki #frigga #odin #thor #sifki #a bit at the end #marvel fic #mornings

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queenoffanfictions · 5 years ago

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Just a Midgardian ( Loki x reader)

Chapter 3: Imprisoned

Summary: You are imprisoned with Loki in his old cell

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

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Head in your hands, you were sitting against the wall of your cell. That was not how you had imagined your stay in Asgard. Imprisoned by the Allfather himself. You could have fought back, but you chose not to.

Why were you so foolish?

“Y/N?”

You looked up and crossed Loki’s gaze. He was staring at you intensely. Concern written all over his face.

“Are you alright?”He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“I am. It’s me who should be worried about you.”

You turned your face away, feeling shame and regret overfielding you.

“Why should you be worried about me?”

Loki cocked his head, and you shrugged.

“It’s your cell, isn’t it? You were imprisoned here after the events of New York. It must have been hard for you… though, you came with me.”You replied, running your hand through your hair.

Loki leaned against the wall and examined the cell thoughtfully. You noticed an ounce of sadness in his eyes. You approached him and laid your head on his shoulder. He sucked in a deep breath and watched you closely.

Still frowning, Loki hesitated to reply. He doesn’t like to talk about how Odin made him pay for his crimes. He stared at the ground still uneasy, and looking at you, he knew he could tell you anything.

“It wasn’t a… pleasant experience. I remember every day when I was locked up in this cell. There was not a day I couldn’t hate Odin and what he had done.”

Loki paused, and you felt him tense.

“The throne wasn’t meant for me. It had been destined for Thor since his birth. I didn't stand a chance. Thor was Fathe-Odin’s favourite. All I ever did was for the Allfather. I wanted him to notice me, to be proud of his son, even though I am a frost...a frost giant.”Loki muttered, his voice breaking.

He watched your every move, hoping you would not be afraid of him and who he was.

Determined, you searched for his hand, fingers tenderly lacing through his.

“It’s alright, Y/N, it was in the past.”He murmured.

"It's not because it's in the past, that it can't hurt."

You looked up and plunged your eyes in his. He purposely avoided your gaze.

You were right, and he knew it. However, you were still a human, and he couldn’t look too vulnerable with you. Vulnerability meant weakness. Loki couldn’t look weak.

“You don’t need to speak, Loki, I understand.”

“It’s over now, Y/N. We can’t do anything about it. Rehashing the past won’t change anything.”He assured.

Groaning, Loki stood up and hit the invisible wall of the cell with all his strength.

His fingers were soaking in blood, but he couldn’t care less. This cell made him angry and desperate. He hated Odin for imprisoning you. He despised him with all his might.

“Loki!”You cried, hurrying yourself to help him.

“I hate him! How dare he? You may be a mortal, but he shouldn’t treat you like that! All I ever wanted was him to notice me, to care about me! But what can I expect from a man who imprison someone only because she is in our realm?”Loki shouted, ready to hit again the wall.

You stopped him before he broke his hand.

“Loki! Stop. You’re just hurting yourself. Just stop please.”

Without thinking, you put your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

He tensed at first and leaned on your touch.

“I know it hurts, Loki. Though screaming and hitting a wall won’t help. You need to forgive. Not for Odin. But for you. You need to forgive you.”

He still hung on you, like you were the only thing keeping him sane.

“But… Y/N, I am a frost giant. A monster. The monster parents tell their children about at night. I don’t deserve forgiveness.”He whispered, feeling his chest hurting.

“I know. I don’t care what you are, and I am not afraid. I know who you are. The kind of god who likes to read until he’s tired, the kind of god who was willing to sacrifice himself in order to save me when the Avengers couldn’t do anything during the last mission, the kind of god who cares too much but doesn’t want the world to know that.”

You laced your fingers with Loki’s, not caring a bit about the blood on his hands. Wide-eyed, he stared at you, not completely understanding why his heart was beating faster. You were hypnotized by his ocean eyes. You couldn’t look away. Loki wasn’t the ruthless god newspapers were talking about. He was not the same god he was when he wanted to rule over Midgard. He changed. No matter what people believed. Loki changed.

Loki looked straight at you and gently stroked your cheek.

Was he going to kiss you?

You wanted to lean on and kiss him desperately, but Loki stared fixedly at you, like he was searching for some kind of truth in your eyes. Instantly, you put your hand over his, gently caressing his hand with your thumb and still not leaving his gaze. Loki’s eyes were etched with wonder, pain… and lust.

“I am sorry to disturb you in such a touching moment, but your presence is required.”Frigga spoke, breaking the comfortable silence and standing at the corner of the cell.

At the sound of his mother’s voice, Loki withdrew his hands and turned at Frigga. She glanced at the two of you thoughtfully, an all-knowing look on her face. When she noticed the blood on Loki’s hands and yours, Frigga groaned.

“Loki, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, could you?”She questioned, pointing at the wall and the blood flowing on both your hands.

You smiled awkwardly when you saw a grin slowly appearing on the corner of the Frigga’s lips.

Why were you so ill-at-ease?

Feeling your cheeks reddenning, you tried to smoothe your dress, hoping you wouldn’t seem too odd.

“And you my dear, I owe you an apology.”She said, taking several steps towards you.

Frowning, you tilted your head.

“I apologize for my husband’s behaviour. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him.”

Frigga took your hands in hers and gazed at you with genuine kindness in her eyes. You looked at Loki immediately when Frigga pronounced the word “forgive”, and she stared at you with a questioning look.

“Thank you, Frigga, for the dress and for everything.”You gestured to your clothes, with a sad smile.

She grinned.

“Mother, why are you here?”Loki asked, eyebrows raised in wonder.

“I convinced your father to let you go. You are free to leave this cell whenever you want.”

“He is not my father!”Loki cried, facing the wall.”And may I ask why he would let us go so easily?”

Frigga shrugged and nodded, sadness passing through her eyes.

“We are going to host a ball in the palace this evening. You need to prepare, Loki.”

“A ball?”Loki questioned suspiciously.

“Your fath-Odin wants you and Thor to find someone to marry. He believes a ball would be the best opportunity to find an Asgardian woman.

Frigga emphasized the word “Asgardian” as if it was a warning to her son.

Open-mouthed, Loki held his breath and tensed his shoulders.

How dare he? Odin wanted him to get married. As if the events of New York had suddenly disappeared.

Who would want him as a husband?

“And Y/N? Will she attend the ball?”Loki asked, cocking his head.

“No.”Frigga paused, a serious expression had replaced her warm and wide smile.”She can’t. Odin forbids it. I tried to convince him otherwise, but the only thing I managed is for her to stay in her room instead of spending the night in the dungeon.”

“She won’t! If Odin wants me to go, Y/N would need to attend the ball.”

Loki’s mother purposely avoided his gaze.

A determined look on your face, you walked towards Loki and put your hand on his shoulder. At first, he tensed, but then he relaxed under your touch.

“I will try to convince him, Loki, but I can’t promise you anything. You know how stubborn he is. You should attend the ball. Odin hates Y/N, and if he learns you won’t be here, he will make her pay.

Loki faced you and plunged his eyes in yours. You were lost in the deep blue of his eyes.

Why weren’t you going to speak?

Loki crossed his arms over his chest, still waiting for you to defend yourself.

You raised your chin and did your best to fake a smile.

“It’s alright. I don’t like balls anyway. And I have a good book in my bedroom. It’s all I need. Thank you, Frigga, for letting us leave this awful cell.”You said, trying to look sincere.

You would still be locked, but compared to that, your bedroom was a rather comfortable cell.

“Then, it’s settled. Loki, you need to get dressed. I will personally accompany Y/N to her room.”

Frigga left the room and waited for you to follow her.

Loki clenched his fists firmly, and watched your every move, thoughtfully. He knew you lied. He was the God of Mischief after all. He searched for an ounce of truth in your eyes, and when he found none, he shrugged.

“That’s what I thought.”He declared, walking towards the exit of the cell.

Jerking your head, you watched Loki leaving the cell at a quick pace, anger written in his face.

You took in a sharp breath and followed the God of Mischief.

It was going to be a long evening. Alone in your room. While Loki would be surrounded by magnificent women whose only interest were to marry an Asgardian prince at all costs.

⬇️Chapter 4⬇️

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lokiodinsonofasgard000 · 4 years ago

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Loki Smutt

Warning: R 18+ material is restricted to adults. Such material may contain elements such as sex scenes that are high in impact. Some material in R18+ may be offensive to sections of the adult community.

Within the palace of Asgard, a well known royal Asgardian descendants family who have resigned in Midgard in a place known as; The Hidden Kingdom of Camelot. (Name) and her family were visiting the King and Queen of Asgard for common courtesy between the Royals. It had been about two months that (Name) and her family had been visiting Asgard; where she and her family had gotten to know the King and Queen; Odin, Frigga, and the young princes, Thor and Loki.

Loki and (Name) never really got along with one another and this didn't sit well with their families. Neither of the two could or would agree on the same things like; Hunting or training, the only thing they could agree on was literature. Obviously this was a problem when they went on trips to the market, Hunting, or just simple errands; Usually, Loki and (Name) were partnered together while Thor was off training, defending a village nearby with the warrior three or he was looking after (Name)'s older sister. Often the two would argue and just ended up going their separate ways and would help each other due to their pride, it would usually end with their Parents scolding them.

It was Christmas -within Midgard terms- and (Name) was helping make the jól feast for the Banquet with the servants much to Odin and (Name)'s fathers' disapproval. Loki, Thor, and the warrior three were out hunting to retrieve food for the feast "Can we go home now... your loudness is frightening the wildlife within a mile or two radius... I'm sure we have some meat for the feast back home" Loki sighed "Brother, where is your festive spirit! It is a tradition. Father will be so proud if we bring back a mighty beast for the feast" Thor smiled patting Loki's back. At some point, the two young princes began to speak of their guests. Thor was baffled by the young princesses' attitude towards certain things "Lady (Name) is a strange one...She is Asgardian however she seems more Midgardian than anything" Thor commented "Well she has lived most of her life on Midgard brother, you can't be so shocked as it's only natural" Loki sighed at his brother's comment "But she mingles with the servants, she should be sitting back with Mother planning the decorations and sitting back to relax" Thor shook his head with a smile "Well, at least she isn't being useless..." Loki muttered "Why do you and Lady (Name) argue to no ends? It seems that there is always an argument between you two. It is very rare to see you both converse on civil terms brother" Thor asked and stated his observation "She is easy to get a reaction from, but she is infuriating... she always has the last say, she believes she knows everything" Loki growled out "Now, now brother. Some of her reasoning is that of truth, you just don't like being wrong. Loki, Lady (Name) is the only one who is brave enough to go head-on with you in your spills of anger. Not to mention her quick wit that is up to your standard brother" Thor laughed smacking Loki's back "And what are you implying you oaf" the younger prince glared "We are not blind. You'd have to be blind not to see the way you give her glances when you think no one is watching" Lady Sif commented riding up next to them. Loki stared at her with a harsh glare as Thor agreed with a bright smile as the other warrior three joined in with the slight teasing "You are all being imbeciles. I feel nothing for that woman-" "Do you deny the fact that she is intelligent than the average woman on Asgard or Midgard?" Lady Sif asked "No, I do not deny the fact she has intelligence" Loki grumbled "Do you disagree with the idea of her being a very attractive princess?" Fandral commented with a smirk "Finding someone attractive is subjective-" "Don't divert the question brother," Thor said with amusement "Just go find a beastly animal to slay so we can go home" Loki scoffed. As he reached his patents Thor took the others to catch the beast as Loki lingered behind lost in his thoughts and feeling over (Name).

Food had been set for the Animals that both Thor, Loki, and his friends had killed were roasted and in the center of the long table. (Name) was helping the servants plate everything up and smiling and laughing with them as they talked and joked amongst themselves. Most of the servants that worked in the palace were very fond of the young princess, she truly was kind and compassionate and would make an exceptional Queen. Frigga watched how (Name) would act not only with her sons but with the common people and it made her smile, Odin knew she was headstrong and he was well aware of her maturity and strategic strategies; he had faith she would make a powerful Queen. Odin would be lying if he said he didn't want (Name) to marry one of his sons. (Name) had taken a seat by the servants "Lady (Name) please sit with us on the main table" Frigga smiled. With a small nod (Name) bid farewell to the servants and sat by her mother and sister "Honestly (Name)....you need to stop mingling with the servants, you make our family look bad and ill-mannered" snapped her older sister "Maybe if you weren't so superficial like Father then perhaps I would be more likely to speak to you and others of our status with more respect and enjoy their presence" (Name) glared "(Name), don't speak to your sister like that" her Father snapped. Frigga did not comment on their family bickering neither did Odin however Loki chimed in to stir the cauldron "Your sister is right Lady (Name). A princess should know her place and stay in her place" smirked the young prince "Loki-" Frigga started "I would appreciate that a young prince like yourself would stay out of other families' feuds. Know your place and stay out of the discussion, Loki Odinson" (Name) said calmly. Loki could feel his blood boil, he scoffed "While you are in my Palace I shall do as I please and get involved in anything I please-" "Loki enough. While I am still alive and breathing this is my palace. When I pass it will be Thor's, so stay out of the (Last name) family business" Odin said cutting in.

The jól feast continued through the night; from her understanding jól would last three days of drinking, eating, joking, singing, dancing, and gift-giving. (Name) wasn't used to it but she was growing tired of the drunk and loud people, and thus decided to retire early for the first night of jól. (Name) and Loki had their heated arguments now and then, but the truth is told, she liked him. Not because of his looks but his personality to an extent; not the one he chose to show when he is blinded by his anger, or his cold demeanor or his jealousy, but rather his loving one, that he only showed a glimpse of in rare moments. He was funny, and he really understood her from time to time. But their common flaw was that the two were far too guarded with their emotions and would often hide their feelings; so others wouldn't get hurt or hate them for who you really are.

(Name) was making her way to chambers; lost in thought momentarily. She had walked through the tremendous hallways in the palace so many times that she already knew her way around the place. Walking to her chambers, which was across from Loki's room (unfortunately). She lingered as she stared at his door; with an arm outstretched she was ready to knock on his door-

A crash came from her room as the door slammed open and there stood Loki disheveled in his casual attire of green and dark brown that he had worn to the jól feast. "Loki! By all the good in Valhalla, what on earth are you doing in my room?" she said with a sigh. Loki stared at her for a moment then scoffed, pushing past her. She was attempting not to lock eyes with him but his messy black hair; his pale skin and his eyes, his piercing green eyes that held so many secrets. Although he did not answer her she snapped at him, as if time slowed down as she made her way into her room. Loki grabbed a hold of her arm with a firm grip, he held a sinister smile as he looked down at her slightly; turn her so she was facing him, (Name) was now mostly in her room while Loki stood in the doorway with her arm in a firm grip "I would be careful when speaking to me. I stand by what I said today, now your place (Name)" She snatched her arm back and sized up to him "You either tell me what in Valhalla were you doing in my room or I suggest you head back to your room, Loki" she spoke bitterly. He just smiled although it seemed like he was hurt by her harsh tone, (Name) kept her glare at the floor. Loki sighed softly, his hurt smile leaving and replacing it with a frown. His lack of response unsettled the foreign Asgardian, she grabbed the door and began to close it "You don't understand, (Name). I really need to tell you something" his voice quietly cracked. He stopped the door with his foot. The quiet voice crack grabbed her attention immediately.

Loki decided that she probably didn't want to talk to him. In honesty, the only reason he was in her room where he was debating on leaving her a note explaining some stirring feelings he had for her, but the room was dark and he had stumbled into a corner of her dresser. He turned to his room once he realized (Name)'s stillness and unwillingness to open her door to let him in. (Name) heard his door slam shut. She heaved out a sigh 'by the god...please don't make me regret this' she thought as she closed her outdoor as she walked over to his shut door. Opening the door she saw Loki sitting on the corner of his bed with his head in his hands. She frowned slowly closing the door behind her as she made her way to him "What do you want" he called out bitterly "Don't be such a woman. What's wrong with you? You're not usually, like this" she said gesturing towards him "....Why would you care" he snapped glaring at her "Loki..." her voice was soft as she sat next to him "I care because...well... I really do see you as someone I am close to" "You mean like friends?" he sounded disgusted "...Don't sound so disgusted and I wouldn't go that far. We aren't friends" she smiled slightly "More like, strangers that are closer than the common stranger" Loki stayed quiet. Collecting his thought and letting her words sink in- "Loki... tell me what's wrong?" "I genuinely enjoy your company, even if you do get on my nerves sometimes. I find you frustratingly intelligent yet somewhat dense when you have your 'Thor' moments" he chuckled lightly "What I'm trying to say is... when you head back to Midgard, I will miss you. You truly make this Palace lively...and tolerable-" "And you said I wasn't your friend" she chuckled bumping his shoulder with hers "...But I don't want that... I want more than just your friendship. I really do like you (Name) (Last name)." he explained.

(Name) stared at him in disbelief 'did he really say those words?' She thought to herself thinking she had heard wrong, or perhaps she was sleep-deprived, she was in a daze trying to process his words "Pardon me, I dazed out... what?" she asked in pure shock. A frown was imminent on his face as he repeated himself. He was now facing her as he stared at her. The large window and the light of the moon shined through giving them a pale glow. (Name) blinked as he grabbed her hand with a cold hand. He was embarrassed to repeat his words; leaning in he used his free hand to softly grab the back of her neck bringing her in as he kissed her. The kiss was so soft and light, closing her eyes in bliss relaxing to his touch; once comfortable it left when he pulled back. She opened her eyes and watched him as she slowly leaned in for another kiss; it was soft yet an underlying feeling of hungry lust. She placed a delicate hand on his cheek as she kissed him, she could feel his hesitant hand reach her side as he leaned her back on the bed; their lips finding each other every time and moving as one. "Loki" she huffed pulling back "(Name) I want you in body, mind, and soul. You have to believe me" he spoke softly as he held her cheek "I know...But-" she mumbled, sitting up a little. "Not the answer I was looking for," he said in a joking way to hide the pain he felt. She saw how he pulled back to get off her as she sat up. She panicked a little and grabbed his hand. She cast her eyes down as she got nervous "Loki...I really do like you, but how can I believe you? We go through this so many times, one minute we are civil and the next we are at each other's throats. I live in Midgard... I don't compare to the true Asgardians here... I don't what nor will I be one of your playthings" (Name) said truthfully hating the idea of being played, by him, of all people. "(Name) you are like me in so many ways and I will wholeheartedly trust you, I may not talk to you much but...somehow when I'm upset you always make me smile, you know when I am bothered you, on rare occasions you stand up for me when clearly I am in the wrong." he chuckled softly as he kneeled in front of her holding her hands "And by gods and by the Alfather I love you, (Name); till the day I die, till my last breath, I will always love you." He spoke seriously

The clothes were off; (Name) was under him, her hair fanned out under her. Loki kissed her tenderly, his hand running down her thigh to hook it around his waist; feeling him grind on her softly had her aching for more. Trailing kisses down her neck to her chest, leaving marks now and then as he made sure to give her pure bliss. (Name) hooked her arm under his arm grabbing his shoulder while the other hand grabbed his hair. He slowly eased himself into her, the pain unbearable despite the fact he had prepared her before entering himself in her. Letting out a small noise of discomfort Loki slowed himself down for her sake to adjust to him. He whispered sweet words in her ear. She would have thought that he would say dirty things, but he didn't. Perhaps for the first time together, he wanted to make sure she felt nothing but love, and maybe the next time he was willing to show and teach her a thing or two. His trusts were controlled and paced, but soon the young prince was growing needier to hear (Name) moans; aside from the erotic breathy gasps and soft moans he wanted her to say his name. He had lifted her hips slightly to change the angle, so he had a deeper penetration. The new feeling had caused (Name)'s eyes to shut and a somewhat loud moan came out from her. Her leg pulling him closer to her but her body was shaking "Are you okay?" He asked in worry as she hid her face in his shoulder "Sorry... I'm fine, Just do that again please" she begged quietly "Say my name" he growled in her ears giving a slow thrust "L-Loki!" she called in surprise. Smirking he did as told. She tightened around his shaft; he grunted from the sudden tightness but what drove him on edge a little were the moans she made when he would move in her. Grabbing one of her legs, throwing it over his shoulder as he was getting a deeper penetration making her go wild.

The constant motion of him moving in and out of her vaginal area caused her to arch her back as she grabbed his forearms. The sound of skin slapping together, their body covered in a coat of thin sweat from their passionate activity. The way he filled her up and the way he moved skillfully hitting each spot that caused her body to overdrive, she thought he couldn't get any better-Loki had moved a hand over to her clit and began to rub in a circular motion sending her in the shivering mess. 8,000 of her nerves began to tingle and boil in ecstasy from his skillful stimulation, he thrust in her in rhythmic movements but would vary from slow and hard to fast; giving her pure bliss. She had reached her limit giving out a loud moan that she knew she couldn't suppress, she called out his name; her back arched before lying exhausted on the bed. Loki too lets out a loud moan; grunting out 'fuck' following it with her name in bliss as he released himself in her. Finally, the two were done and exhausted. laying next to her; the two panting heavily. He turned to her laying form and embraced her in a protective hug, kissing her forehead tenderly, she soon fell into a deep peaceful slumber Loki following soon after.

#smutt #loki smutt #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #Marvel #MCU #x reader

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enchantedlokii · 4 years ago

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Delicate

Chapter One: The Dark World

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis, Ian Boothby, Odin Borson, Heimdall, Minor OC

Mentioned: Malekith, Frigga

Loki stood and watched as Thor said his goodbyes to his Midgardian friends. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest because he knew that he would soon be a prisoner again. He would be locked up in the dungeons once more. This time with nothing and no one to keep him company.

He had considered faking his death to escape his imprisonment. He had an idea to trick Thor and return to Asgard while his brother fought Malekith. He would have put a spell on Odin and taken over as king under Odin’s name. But when it came down to it, he couldn’t do it. Because he knew that Frigga would not have wanted him to do such a thing. She wanted him to change. To be good instead of evil. And he wanted nothing more than for her to be proud of him. So he would face the consequences of his actions and hope that maybe one day Odin will show him mercy.

“It is time we went home,” Thor announced as he walked back over to where Loki was waiting. He gripped the handle of Mjolnir tightly as he looked over his shoulder. Jane was standing at the front with Erik. Darcy and Ian were talking quietly between themselves a bit farther away. “Shall we call on Heimdall?”

Loki sighed and nodded, lowering his head. “I suppose so,” he replied. He didn’t look up as Thor raised his hammer and called to the Asgardian warrior. Only a few seconds passed before the familiar sensation of the Bifrost encased him and they quickly returned to Asgard.

“Odin wishes to speak with you both,” Heimdall announced, watching them with his all-seeing eyes. It was no surprise to Loki. He was a prisoner. Of course Odin would want to see him immediately. He would probably sentence him to death for his actions like he wanted to do in the first place. Frigga wasn’t there to ask for his mercy anymore.

Thor led them across the bridge towards the golden palace. He seemed tense beside Loki, and he wondered if his brother worried about him or about his own well being. Because Thor was sure to be punished too for helping Loki escape.

“Thor. Loki.”

Loki looked up at the man he had long thought to be his father. There was something like rage in his one eye. “I expected you to attempt to escape at some point,” he started, watching Loki. Then he turned to Thor. “But I am very disappointed to hear that you have helped him.”

“I did what was right,” Thor spoke. There was confidence in his voice, but Loki could hear the fear behind it. Then it registered in his weak mind that his brother was defending him, and he looked over. “Loki made a mistake, but he is still my brother and an Asgardian whether you claim him as your son or not.”

“The prisoner has ended innocent lives, Thor,” Odin replied, refusing to look at Loki. “His punishment would be death if not for Frigga’s kindness. It is only for her honor that I do not increase his punishment now.”

“He has just helped save the entire universe!” Thor protested. There was anger in his voice as he spoke. “He has proven that he has learned his lesson. End his sentence.”

“Do you not remember what happened the last time you spoke back to me?” Odin growled. Loki knew what he was referring to. He remembered that day all too well. It was that same day that he learned that he is not of Asgard.

“I remember very well,” Thor confirmed, looking over at Loki. “I learned from my punishment, and then I was allowed to return to Asgard. My punishment was lifted. Why should it not be the same for Loki?”

Odin seemed thoughtful for a moment. Loki watched him closely, trying to catch the changing emotions in his single eye. “I will not lift his punishment,” he concluded after a moment. “But perhaps we can make a deal.”

“What sort of deal?” Thor asked. Loki could see both confusion and curiosity in his blue eyes.

“Like you said, you learned from your punishment when you were banished to Midgard,” Odin started. “Perhaps your brother could benefit from the same punishment.”

Thor gave Loki a questioning look. As Loki looked in his eyes, he could see that his brother was conflicted. It was as if he wanted him to accept the offer but also wasn’t sure if was the best idea. “What do you say, Brother?”

Loki took a shaky breathe and nodded his head once. He lifted his eyes to stare at his father. “I will gratefully accept this offer, my king,” he said quietly, stepping forward to bow. “Thank you for your mercy.”

“Very well,” Odin replied. He stood and pointed his staff at Loki. “You will be stripped of your magic until you return to Asgard. Heimdall will monitor your progress and inform me when he believes you are ready.”

“Thank you, Odin,” Loki murmured, giving him another nod before turning to Thor. “And you, Brother.”

“Let me escort you,” Thor insisted. “If I may, Father.”

Odin stared at the two for a moment before nodding. “Very well.” The man stood and light came from his staff, encasing Loki with different colors. He had to hold back a scream as pain started to overwhelm him from the magic being stripped from his body. He didn’t realize that he must have blacked out until he blinked and saw Thor kneeling over him.

“Loki? Are you okay?” he asked. He was changed into Midgardian clothing and as Loki looked down he realized that he was too. “Speak to me, Brother?”

“Where are we?” Loki mumbled, moving a hand to his aching head.

Thor glanced up at a sign next to them and Loki followed his gaze. “Kentucky, it seems.”

“Is that in the United States?” he asked.

“I believe so, yes,” Thor nodded. “Can you get up? There’s a building down the road there. Perhaps they can point us to a temporary home for you.”

Loki nodded and struggled to stand with Thor’s help. They walked slowly towards the building before pushing open a door. Immediately they were overwhelmed with a thick scent of smoke. Loki heard a meow and looked towards a table to see a gray tabby cat lying on it. He then turned to look to the counter, seeing an older woman with short hair looking at them. “Can I help the two of you?” She had a thick accent that was different from any of the Midgardian he had met.

“Yes,” Thor started, walking over. “We were hoping you could help us find some temporary living arrangements. My brother here is looking to stay here for awhile.”

The woman looked from Thor to Loki before picking up her phone and dialing a number. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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wolfpawn · 5 years ago

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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 50

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary - The Aesir royal family come to Jotunheim to assist in readying for the coronation.

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The roar of the Bifrost resounded across Jotunheim, declaring to the realm that the Allfather had arrived. Loki and Ella stood in the aforementioned agreed place of landing for the Aesir royal family with a few others with them. On seeing her parents, Ella smiled brightly, though her nervousness at revealing to them that she was carrying a child still played slightly on her. She had decided to inform them of their impending grandchild later in the palace, but for now, she hid it under a heavy cloak. When her parents and brother emerged from the startling light, some of their guards and even two of the Warrior’s Three with them, Loki and Ella stepped forward.

Both Odin and Frigga seemed to immediately look at their daughter more than anything else, Frigga more so than her husband. Though the pair had been conversing through their seidr, it was the first time mother and daughter had been physically in one another’s company since the wedding and especially since she had been ill. Loki and Ella bowed as was expected to the Allfather and Allmother, who in turn both lowered their heads slightly in recognition of the gesture. Thor, who had stood back slightly came forward to deal with the formalities of the situation, though part of him thought it to be entirely unnecessary. Technically speaking, those arriving for the coronation were not doing so yet, so their being there was not on an official basis, more so on being there to assist their daughter and her husband, should they be required to assist so the bowing and such, the stoic interactions were something he wished did not occur. He had fought alongside the Jotnar, bled and lost brethren with them, that made the pageantry unnecessary in his eyes. He wanted to speak with the allies he had made again.

“Allfather,” Loki bowed to Odin before turning to Frigga and doing the same. “Allmother, thank you for joining us for this momentous occasion.”

“It is a great day for Jotunheim.” Odin declared though he looked warily at his daughter to see if she had been better treated since his last seeing her. Frigga had informed him that Ella looked healthy and happy when they spoke together but he did not fully believe it. She had put on a facade in the time up to her health scare, she could very easily do so again. But seeing her smile brightly, if not slightly apprehensively at them, there was no denying that she was indeed healthy again. If anything, he noted she seemed a little weightier than before, though he would never state such aloud, he always maintained she could do with a little more weight, especially after she got sick as a child. He wanted to be less formal, to speak with her but this was not the time. “It seems like life is developing well since the Casket’s return, a great success.”

Loki, Ella and many others gathered on the Jotnar side gritted their teeth with regards his comments on the Casket, all thinking the same with regards to him taking it in the first place.” “Jotunheim has never seen prosperity like it. The food is plenty, the many are healthy and the population is about to see an explosion like never before,” Ella beamed. “And with Loki’s rule, it will be even better.” The confident look she gave him and his smile in return startled the Aesir royals to the point of silence. In her talks with her mother, Ella rarely spoke on Loki in any manner, much less one to suggest to her mother that she thought so well of Loki.

Odin was the first to find his voice again and cleared his throat which in turn, broke the peculiar feeling in the group gathered. “Good, the realm deserves a fresh start.”

With the formalities completed, everyone headed to the palace. The Jotnar they met on route glanced at the Aesir party with intrigue yet not overly concerned. The Aesir mate to their soon-to-be king had caused many who had been wary before to trust the Aesir slightly more and with Loki’s coronation, they knew this was a necessary evil to host the Allfather once more.

When they made it to the palace, Ella led them to their rooms with Loki by her side. As soon as all but her brother, his friends and her parents were gone, she walked over to her father and placed her hand beneath his own on Gungnir. “If I may be so bold, I need to borrow this for five minutes.”

Odin frowned at his daughter. He had not even spoken directly to her since their arrival and she had not explained why she would require one of the most powerful weapons in all of the realms but the pleading yet confident look on her face told him that she felt whatever she planned required it greatly enough to ask. With a slight nod, he relinquished his grip on it and watched as she rushed off, Loki looking at her with confusion on his face as she left. When the young Jotnar noticed the Aesir royals looking at him in bewilderment, all he could do was try to express that he too was oblivious to what his mate was doing.

Three minutes later, Býleistr walked past them looking terrified. A moment later Helbindi and Greta walked into the hall, both seeing the confused royals gathered in the hallway, both looking equal parts in awe and somewhat scared.

“What did she do?” Loki half winced, not sure what they were going to say.

Helbindi grinned. “Did you ask her about the space issue?” Loki nodded. “Well, it is dealt with.”

“What?” Loki cocked his head.

“She’s after dealing with our space issue,” Helbindi repeated.

“How?” “No idea. She used some golden stick and her seidr to do it.”

“That’s not a stick, that is Gungnir,” Odin growled, displeased that anyone would disrespect his powerful weapon in such a manner.

“Gung...I thought only the Allfather could use that?” Helbindi looked to Loki in confusion.

“Why do you seem surprised?” Loki chuckled. “Ella does as she sees fit, even powerful magical weapons know better than to argue with her.” He threw his eyes up playfully as he said so.

Barely a moment later, Ella walked through the hall once more, looking proud of herself, Gungnir in her hand. When she got to her father, she smirked and handed him back the staff. “Thank you.”

“That suits you far too well,” Odin commented to his daughter as he took back Gungnir. He used his seidr to read the magic that the staff had recently worked with to see what she had done. When he sensed it, he studied his daughter’s face, startled by the smirk on it. “How?” “You limit your abilities too much, Father, by your choice not to expand them.” She walked over to Loki who looked curiously at her. “The space issue is rectified.” “So ‘Bind said but how?”

“I may have tripled the palace.” “I’m sorry, you what?” Loki could not comprehend what she was saying.

“I used Gungnir to magnify my seidr and simply made the palace bigger. We needed more rooms, I made it that the living areas of the palace are now copied a few extra times so we can house all those who wish to be here. I also used it to make the areas habitable to those arriving. The last thing we need is frozen Light Elves.”

Loki could not think of an answer worthy of the statement. When he mentioned his concerns to Ella, she smiled and promised to rectify it. When he asked her how she planned to do so, she merely smiled and repeated that she would do so and not worry about it any more. Seeing her do so in less than the time it took to get to the throne room, he found himself wondering how he could ever have thought her to be dim-witted when he first met her. “Always finding solutions.” He smiled kindly at her.

“What would you do without me?” She smiled before looking over at her parents and brother who clearly were uncertain as to what to say with regards to their daughter’s clearly altered situation. Thor knew that Loki had developed from the arrogant being that he had seen for the wedding, even speaking to him when he came for their assistance but seeing now that it seemed to even have grown more intrigued him slightly, especially because Ella seemed different. She seemed a lot more open, something he had not been used to on Asgard. To him, she was always an annoying prankster at worst or disinterested in him and his friends at best. She never seemed to do anything but stand and listen to court or speak almost stoically with friends. Now, she seemed so much more outgoing and confident.

“I think we best get settled.” Frigga turned to Odin, who clearly was weary, though no one would admit to such out loud, especially Odin himself.

“Yes, when you do so, Loki and I must speak more with you,” Ella stated. Her parents stared at her worriedly. “Yes, we are nulling the marriage and I am taking the veil.” Each word dripped with adequate sarcasm befitting her deadpan tone and facial expression. “Surprise.”

“I thought you had matured, I was getting worried.” Thor scoffed.

“And be boring? Perish the thought.” Ella shuddered. “Go get settled. We will ensure everything is as it needs to be here and then we will speak more.” She bowed slightly. “Until then, I am getting something to eat.” With that, she walked off.

Helbindi scoffed slightly before encouraging Greta to back to their rooms to rest. Her heat had settled and she was currently waiting to see if she had become pregnant anxiously while also assisting with the coronation with the other female mates. Helbindi was forced to deal with other matters meaning he only say her for small parts of the day but was adamant that she rest adequately.

Loki looked after his mate for a moment before looking at her bemused parents. “I best alert my father than all are here.” “Where is Laufey?” Odin asked.

“Resting, I fear. His health continues to waiver so he must rest more often, hence this unprecedented event.” He bowed slightly. “Until later, please, make yourselves comfortable.” With that, he left to follow do as he said and inform his father.

“Do we even want to know?” Odin asked his wife. “What did she say to you?” “Nothing worthy of speaking with us like she is implying she needs to, perhaps it is to do with the coronation, she seems slightly concerned with regards to that,” Frigga shrugged. “Nonetheless, it would be wise for us to attempt to prepare the rooms, those ice-beds do nothing for your back.”

“You hardly doubt it took Ella that long to merely duplicate a few rooms? She has readied ours to our liking also.” Odin informed her. “She said she did it in the other wings but she did it for us also.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Do you think you are the only one she can communicate silently with? Why do you think we both held Gungnir for a moment?” His chest puffed out proudly. “It was from us both that she became one of the most powerful seidr wielder in the realms, not simply one.” He looked at the staff in his grasp. “Had she have been a son, she would have been terrifying.” Thor was about to say something when he saw his father inhaled deeply in a manner that always meant he was about to say more. “A warrior for an heir and a seidr-wielding assassin as his highest general, it would have been terrifying.” “The Norns knew it would have been too much,” Frigga commented. “She seemed to have little issue with Gungnir.”

Odin looked at his staff, something he could never remember fighting without since the day his father Bor died and it was placed in his hands as his successor. “Yes, so it would seem.” His voice was distant as he did so, telling Frigga that he was thinking of something in his own head.

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nikkoliferous · 6 years ago

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Loki Deserved Better

At last, Loki has been neutralised, Thanos's control over his mind broken. He's seeing his family for the first time since his suicide attempt. No one asks him where he's been. Or why he's done these violent things. No one notes how out of character his behaviour has been. No one asks him what happened to him. And Loki offers up none of these explanations, either because he doesn't think he would be believed or because he doesn't think it would make a difference. So he allows the people who should know him best to believe the worst of him. Because it's easier. Because they really don't know him at all. They never did.

From the very start of his conversation with Odin, something we touched on briefly already, Loki is reminded of just how little his "father" of the past millennium understands him.

► Loki is told, "Everywhere you go, there is war, ruin and death." But what of Odin's own past? He conveniently ignores his own role in the violent colonization of the Nine Realms. How many people has Odin killed in his long life? How little regard has he shown for those lives? This man raised his children to believe certain races were subhuman. Later, he will tell Thor that human lives are "nothing". Later, when Jane is brought to Asgard, he will refer to humans as "goats" in comparison to Asgardians. Later, in Loki's cell, Frigga will ask, "What of those lives you took on Earth?" and Loki will reply, "A mere handful compared to the number Odin has taken himself." It doesn't justify his own actions, but is he wrong?

► "All this because Loki desires a throne," Odin says. But it's not, is it? In Thor (2011), Loki—in the midst of a mental breakdown—tells his brother, "I never wanted the throne. I only ever wanted to be your equal." He does not mince words, and yet this family who still cannot seem to hear him, no matter how loudly he shouts, decides that he's just evil. He's just a bad kid. He's just greedy and selfish and power-hungry. And Loki lets them believe it because he's exhausted. He's tired of fighting to be seen for who he is. He's tired of justifying his existence to these people who seem intent on misunderstanding him, no matter what he does. No matter how hard he tries. He's done trying. He's done fighting for their approval.

► "Your birthright was to die as a child. Cast out onto a frozen rock," Odin tells him with a cruel smirk on his face. The last time Loki spoke with his kidnapper father, he was told he was Odin's son, irrespective of blood ties—that he was overreacting, twisting Odin's words. Any such pretense of love is entirely gone now. Why should Odin bother? Loki is of no benefit to him now that he sees the man for what he really is. Imagine your parent telling you that they should have left you to die. Incredibly, this is not the worst thing Odin will do or say to Loki before this "trial" is over.

► Finally, Odin reaches the grand finale of his cruel display. Loki was prepared to embrace execution. Instead, he's sentenced to the rest of his ~4,000 remaining years of life in solitary confinement (a punishment classified by the UN as torture). He's told that the only person who has ever cared about him, he will never see again. Death would have been kinder. And Odin knows this. He knows this will hurt Loki far more than execution ever could. Of all the cruel, baseless things Odin has said throughout Loki's sentencing, this is the only one Loki has an overt reaction to. He staggers as though he's been struck in the face. Because he has been. He knows exactly what Odin is, and still he cannot believe the man is this cruel.

Marvel has a bizarre penchant for leaving scenes that make Loki look sympathetic on the cutting room floor. In one such scene, we see Loki creating illusions to entertain himself. Illusions that see him respected, honoured, admired—things he's never gotten to experience in his life. It's worth noting that Loki's idea of worthiness seems to be inextricably bound up in being Thor. His fantasy dresses him in a red cape; he wields Mjölnir; he is adored by Thor's friends. In his wildest dreams, he cannot even imagine a world in which being Loki could be enough. And Frigga, witness to all of this, doesn't tell him that he doesn't need to be Thor. She doesn't tell him that he is already worthy. She merely criticises him for choosing to live in a fantasy world rather than face the reality of millennia alone and forgotten—as though he never existed. As though he did die that night he fell from the Bifröst.

Frigga and Loki spend some time arguing about Loki's genocidal actions and apparent lack of regret for the things he's done.

Frigga: "Your father-"

Loki: "HE'S NOT MY FATHER!"

Frigga: "Then am I not your mother?"

Let us not forget that this is the person who loves Loki most in the entire galaxy. This is one person he has ever felt valued by. This is what Loki knows as "love". To be manipulated. Gaslighted. To have his very real and valid pain dismissed as irrational and inappropriate. To be told in no uncertain terms, "you don't have the right to feel betrayed, even though you were, because it inconveniences the rest of us." And this conversation ends with Loki feeling like the asshole. This is abusive. There is no other word for it. There is no justifying Frigga's behaviour here. No matter what her intentions are or how much she cares for Loki, what she does to him here is unconscionable. I am immeasurably proud of him for standing up to her, for refusing to fall for her attempts at manipulation in this scene. And yet even though he did nothing wrong, their conversation will go on to haunt him.

Not only will Loki lose Frigga; he will learn of her demise not from his brother, not from his father, but from a random guard. He will not be allowed attend her funeral. He will not be permitted to say goodbye. He will grieve alone. He will blame himself. He will scream and cry and rage until he is utterly spent.

And when Thor finally comes to him, it is not to mourn their loss together but to use him for his own ends.

"So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me." - Loki, Thor (2011)

How prescient this statement was. "Did she suffer?" he will ask his estranged brother. Thor will refuse to answer because cruelty runs in this family. Thor is only here because he needs Loki. Thor always needs Loki. And despite his hatred and madness—and in direct contradiction to Ragnarok's narrative that Loki betrays Thor every time he takes a breath—Loki will always take care of his brother. Because that’s what heroes do.

There's a strange pattern in the Marvel fandom of conveniently forgetting every time Loki does something good. Loki risks his life to save Jane twice, despite barely knowing her, because he loves his brother. He sacrifices himself, fully expecting to die, in order to save Thor's life, because he loves his brother. And still people speak of his need for redemption. In Thor: Ragnarok, Loki is disparaged, dismissed and physically tortured by Thor*—and still he shows up to save the day, because he loves his brother. And still people speak of his need for redemption. And in Avengers: Infinity War, Loki faces down his tormentor bravely, knowing he's about to die, all to save Thor yet again—because he loves his brother. And still people speak of his need for redemption.

"Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man..." - Loki, Avengers Assemble

He deserved so much better.

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valeriethepussycats · 5 years ago

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I’m Only Human

Chapter 4

Pairing- Loki x Reader, Thor x Reader( Best friends)

Warning- cursing

Your thoughts in italics.

Loki heads into the Vault, sees the Casket of Ancient Winters sitting on its stand. He walks over to it slowly, reaches out to it, lifts it between his forearms off its pedestal. As he does, a blueness spreads from his arms, across his body.The latticework behind the Casket starts to separate, the Destroyer rousing. A fire starts to glow within its black metal armor, as it rattles to life, but Loki ignores it -- the blueness spreading further, consuming his whole body.

“Stop!” Odin shouted.

Loki turns, sees Odin hurrying into the room, the Destroyer goes motionless, the latticework rejoining before it. Odin eyes Loki with dismay.

“Am I cursed?” Loki questioned.

“No. Put the Casket down.” Odin replied.

Loki sets the Casket back upon its pedestal, his body quickly returning to its normal form and color. He stares at his father.

“What am I?” Loki asked in a curious tone.

“You're my son.” Odin Said Sincerely.

“What more than that?” Loki started. Odin doesn't answer. He looks suddenly weary, burdened. Loki sizes him up, realizes the truth.

“The Casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?” Loki finished.

Odin looks him in the eye. He can deny it no longer. “No.” Odin answered. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring -- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.”

Loki is sent reeling by the revelation.

“Laufey's son...” Loki trailed off as he desperately struggles to make sense of it all. “Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?”

“You were an innocent child.” Odin replied.

“No you took me for a purpose, what was it?”

Odin doesn't answer. “Tell me!” Loki shouted.

“I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.” Odin explained.

“So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me.” Loki expressed.

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin Asked.

“You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?” Loki urged Odin for the truth.

“You are my son. My blood. I wanted only to protect you from the truth.” Odin stressed.

“Because I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?” Loki proclaimed loudly.

“Don't...” Odin trailed off.

“It all makes sense now. Why you favored Thor all these years.” Loki shouted.

“Listen...” Odin wheedled.

“Because no matter how much you claim to "love me,” you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the Throne of Asgard!” Loki yelled.

Odin's body begins to shake, he lifts his hand. It starts to move out of synch temporarily, leaving a trail, the effect of the Odinsleep approaching. Loki doesn't notice as Odin tries to fight it off.

“Listen to me!” Odin shouted. Loki strides away towards the exit. “Loki!” Odin starts towards him, when the enormous mental, emotional, and physical strain of recent events finally takes its toll. The effect of the Odinsleep consumes him. His entire body now moves out of sync with the rest of the world, leaving trails behind him as he staggers backwards. Odin falls back against a wall, his face contorting in a scream. He collapses to the stone floor. Loki, shocked, hurries to him. He takes Odin in his arms, calls out. “Guards!”

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Cars, pick-ups, and SUVs are parked around the crater, the sound of a boisterous party coming from within. It looks like the whole town has turned out. Locals sit on lounge chairs, drink beer from coolers, laugh and talk. They watch the center of the crater, where large men have formed a line to take a turn with the mysterious object. One of them struggles and fails to lift it. As he gives up, the next man steps up and takes his turn, straining from the effort. Other Townies snap pictures of the scene with their cell phones.

They hear an approaching rumble, then clear a path as a large pick up truck backs its way down the crater's edge. An eager townie hops out the passenger side and pulls a thick chain from the back of the truck. He fastens one end around the object, then securely affixes the chain to the bumper and the rear of the undercarriage.

“This'll do it.” He yells to the driver. “Okay, let 'er rip!”

The townsfolk watch as the pick-up's engine roars, then strains, its wheels spinning futilely, until finally the rear of the truck, along with the back wheels and axles, break off and go flying.

People dive out of the way. The pick-up driver sticks his head out. He is STAN "THE MAN” LEE. He looks back, shocked. The townsfolk laugh, the party continuing. They don't notice as --on The Crater’s Edge above them An imposing Government vehiclepulls up to a stop. A Fed in a suit climbs out, peers down at the boisterous gathering Below, his eyes fixed on the object at the center of the crater. He is is Shield agent Coulson. He stares down at the object which glows with an otherworldly blue energy -- Mjolnir. He pulls out a phone.

“Sir -- we've found it.” Coulson says into the phone.

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In a back room, Thor, now shirtless and wearing jeans, looks around for a t-shirt. Jane, Y/n, and Darcy, standing in the lab, can't help but notice his reflection in the mirror. Darcy eyes his powerful build,rippling biceps.

“You know, for a crazy homeless guy, he's pretty cut.” Darcy commented.

“He’s not a homeless guy well technically he is right now.” Y/n explained well at least try to.

Jane turns away. Thor emerges from the back room, holding a t-shirt.

“Hey, sorry I tased you!” Darcy you called out and Y/n laughs.

Thor heads over to Jane's work area, starts fiddling with the equipment there with interest. Jane hurries over to put a stop to it.

“Excuse me... excuse me!” Jane yelped as She leads him away from the work station. Thor holds up the t-shirt. On the front, it bear a sticker which reads- hello my name is Dr. Donald Blake. Thor looks at it, puzzled. Jane rips the sticker off.

“My ex.” Jane started. Thor stares at her a beat. “They're the only clothes I had that'll fit you. Sorry.”

“They will suffice.” Thor replied as turns, his attention to the pictures of the Bifrost on the wall.

“You're welcome. Now tell me...” Thor studies the frame-grabs with interest. Jane points to his form in the Bifrost photo. “What were you doing, in that?” Jane asked.

He glances at it, dismissive. “What does anyone do in the Bifrost?” Thor asked.

“Portal?” Y/n answered.

Everyone stares at Thor and Y/n. Erik seems to recognize the word. Jane opens her notebook, quickly writes the word down. Thor moves close to her, eyes the notations and drawings within the book, curious.

“The Bifrost...” Erik said in amused but also skeptical way.

Jane starts to get uncomfortable with Thor standing so close to her, looking over her notations. She quickly closes the book.

“What exactly is the Bifrost?” Jane questioned.

“This mortal form has grown weak.” Thor announced.

“But--Somebody get the mortal a Pop-Tart.” Jane noted.

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Frigga sits at her husband's bedside, holding his hand. Odin lies there -- looking pale and lifeless, his body and the space around it warped from the effect of the Odinsleep. The walls of the chamber have moved close around him, protecting him like a dark crypt, sealing off any daylight. Loki sits at Odin's side, across from Frigga. She speaks softly to him. “I asked him to be honest with you from the beginning. There should be no secrets in a family.”

“So why did he lie?” Loki wondered.

“He kept the truth from you so that you would never feel different. You are in every way our son, Loki, and we your family. You must know that.” Frigga informed Loki. Loki takes this in, stares at Odin. “You can speak to him. He can see and hear us, even now.”

“How long will it last?” Loki asked

“I don't know. This time is different. We were unprepared.” Frigga answered.

“I never get used to seeing him like this. The most powerful being in the Nine Realms lying helpless until his body is restored.” Loki disclosed.

“But he's put it off for so long now, I fear...” Frigga trailed off. Loki takes her hand. She's grateful, wipes tears from her eyes. “You're a good son.”Loki sits there, uncertain how to react, uncertain how he really feels. “We mustn't lose hope that your father will return to us. And your brother.” Frigga told her son.

Loki looks to Frigga, concerned. “What hope is there for Thor?”

There's always a purpose to everything your father does. Thor may yet find a way home.” Frigga said without a shadow of doubt.

Loki looks troubled by the revelation. He rises, heads for the exit, when they hear the clatter of armored footsteps hurriedly approaching.

The Einherjar guard enter the room, block his way out. Loki tenses, prepared for the worst, but the guards just stand before them. Loki is baffled.

“Thor is banished. The line of succession falls to you. Until he awakens, Asgard is yours.” Frigga remarked.

The Einherjar kneel before the shocked Loki. Another Einherjar enters, holding Gungnir before him. He kneels before Loki, offers the spear to him.

“Make your father proud.” Frigga proclaimed.

Loki reaches out tentatively, then takes it. He likes the feel of it in his hand.

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Thor, Y/n ,Erik , Darcy, and Jane sit at a table in the local diner. Selvig and Darcy watch as Thor eats ravenously from a huge mound of steak and eggs. A couple other full plates --pancakes and biscuits and gravy -- are piled high before him.

Jane's eager, her notebook at the ready.

“Now tell us exactly what happened to you last night.” Jane voiced. Thor looks her in the eyes, staring, intrigued. Jane gets flustered, looks away. “Maybe start with how you got inside that cloud.”

“And how you could eat an entire box of Pop-Tarts and still be this hungry.” Darcy wondered.

“Big man bigger appetite.” Y/n Stated.

Jane shoots her a withering look. Thor downs a cup of coffee.

“This drink. I like it.” Thor announced.

“Yeah, it’s great, isn't it? Isabela makes the best coffee in town.” Darcy declare Thor.

Thor hurls the empty mug at the ground, shatteringit “Another!” Thor called out.

Isabela, the diner's proprietor, glares at Thor from behind the counter.

“Sorry, Izzy. Little accident.” Jane told the older lady.

“Yo voy a pagar la taza.” Y/n told lzzy (I'm going to pay for the cup.)

Isabela turns to Y/n and starts venting quickly in Spanish. “¿Viste eso? ¡La primera vez que trae a un hombre aquí, y él es un lunático!” (Did you see that? The first time she brings a man in here, and he's a lunatic!) Y/n is laughing her ass off.

“What was that?” Jane questioned in an irritated voice.

He doesn’t understand. The other patrons stare at him.

“It was delicious. I want another.” Thor answered.

“Then you should just say so!” Jane proclaimed.

“I just did.” Thor Replied.

“I mean ask for it. Nicely.” Jane corrected.

“I meant no disrespect.” Thor disclose.

“All right, then no more smashing, deal?” Jane told Thor.

“You have my word.” Thor promised.

“Good.” Jane noted.

A few townies, looking bedraggled, enter and take a seat at the counter. We recognize them from the crater. (Among them is the Drunk Townie Jake, who is not presently drunk.)

“Morning, Pete. Jake.” Isabela greet the man.

“The usual, please, Izzy.” The man replied

Isabela pours them a couple cups of coffee.

“You missed all the excitement out at the crater.” The man told Isabela.

“What crater?” Isabell asked.

Y/n and Jane overhear this, exchange a look, turn to the Townies with interest.

“They're saying some kind of satellite crashed in the desert.” Pete Answered.

“We were having a good time with it till the Feds showed up, chased us out.” Jake explained.

Satellite I think that’s the Thor’s hammer.

“Excuse me, did you say there was a satellite crash?” Jane asked Townies.

“Yep. They said it was radioactive. And I had my hands all over it.” Jake confirmed. “I'm probably sterile now.”

Thor, unconcerned, prepares to dig into the giant pile of pancakes. Darcy is amazed by the sight.

“Oh my God, this is going on Facebook.” Darcy whips out her cellphone. “Smile!” Darcy tote Thor. Thor smiles as she snaps a photo of him and his massive stack of food.

“What did the satellite look like?” Erik Chimed in.

“I don't know nothing about satellites. But it was heavy. Real heavy. Nobody could lift it.” Jack. Explained.

This gets Thor's attention.

Y/n projects one of her thoughts to Thor. It’s your hammer Thor.

Thor springs to his feet, heads over to Drunk Townie Jake, and pulls the Townie around to face him.

“Where?!” Thor demanded.

“About twelve miles east of here.” Jake answered nervously.

Thor grins, his spirits soaring, as he quickly strides out of the diner with Y/n hot on his trail.

“I wouldn't bother! Looked like the whole Army was coming in when we left!” Pete called out to Thor and Y/n.

Thor studies the position of the sun, gauging his bearings. Jane, Darcy, and Selvig catch up to him and Y/n.

“Where are you two going?” Jane question Thor and Y/n.

“Twelve miles east of here.” Thor Replied as he follows Y/n to her car. Jane walks with him.

“Why? And why are you going with him questioned Y/n.

“I’m going to helping him.” Y/n answered.

“To get what belongs to me.” Thor said without missing a beat.

“So now you own a satellite?”Jane questioned sarcastically.

“It's not what they say it is.” Thor replied.

“Whatever it is, the government seems to think it's theirs. You intend to just walk in there and take it?” Jane wondered.

“Yes.” Thor noted. “If you come with me there now, I'll tell you everything you wish to know.”

“Everything?” Jane wondered.

“All the answers you seek will be yours, once I reclaim Mjolnir.” Thor told Jane

Darcy looks to the others."Myeu-muh?" What's "Myeu-muh?" Darcy said confuse.

Jane studies Thor.

He looks sincere. She's nearly swayed,when -“Jane. Y/n.” Erik called for Them.

Erik pulls Jane and Y/n aside. Thor can tell that Selvig doesn't much care for him. “Please don't do this.” Erik stressed to Jane and Y/n.

“I think we should here him out.” Y/n said giving a knowing smile at Thor.

“You know what we saw last night. This can't be a coincidence. I want to know what's in that crater.” Jane expressed.

“I'm not talking about the crater. I'm talking about him.”Erik corrected.

“He's promised us answers.” Jane replied.

“He's delusional! Listen to what he's saying! "Thor." "Bifrost." "Mjolnir." These are the stories I grew up with as a child!” Erik explained.

“What if he’s telling the truth what if he really is the God of Thunder.” Y/n said trying to reason with Erik.

“Really you actually believe him. He hit his head when Jane hit him he’s not the god of thunder!!” Erik voiced.

“We just can’t abound you hit him twice I won’t do that look i’m not leaving him he needs help and I’m going to help him. Y/n declared.

“I’d just be riding with him and Y/n out there, that's all.” Jane explained.

“It's dangerous. He's dangerous.” Erik replied.

“So Am I and you asked me to be here so what’s the difference between me and him?” Y/n asked.

After a moment, Jane nods at Erik. They head back over to Thor and Darcy.

“I'm sorry. I can't go with you and Y/n.” Jane told Thor.

“I understand. Then this is where we say goodbye.” Thor Accepted. He takes her hand and kisses it.

“That's... thank you.” Jane giggled.

Thor bows slightly to each of them.

“Jane Foster... Erik Selvig... Darcy. Farewell.” Thor replied. He and Y/n gets in her car heads off down the street.

“Early you said you know who I am.” Thor Announced.

“I do you are the god of thunder.” Y/n replied.

“How is it you believe me when the others didn’t?” Thor questioned.

“I can reads.” Y/n answered taking her eyes off the rode for a second. “That’s how I woke you up in the hospital before.”

“Really your truly a mind reader?” Thor Asked.

“I know what happened with the Frost Giants and how you got here you were banished by your father Odin.” Y/n answered

“Wow... this is amazing how long have you been able to do this?” Thor wondered.

“Ever since I was five I can also control the weather too.” Y/n Remarked.

“You can what..” Thor Stated as he looks around the car he sees it begins to snow.

“This is extraordinary.” Thor beamed.

“I’m glad someone thinks so.” Y/n said smiling. “But we’re not going far.

Erik looks worried and relieved.

“Now... let's get back to the lab We have work to do.” Erik told as him and Darcy turn and start to go. Jane looks after the car as they drive away down the street.

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Sif joins the Warriors Three as they hurry towards the Throne Room. Two Einherjar Guards enter, admitting Sif and the Warriors Three, who burst through the entrance, heads bowed.

“Allfather, we must speak with you.” Sif urged. But as they raise their heads, they stop short to see -- Loki Sitting sprawled upon his father's throne. He wears his horned ceremonial headdress and holds gungnir in his hand. Sif and the others look up, shocked at the sight before them.

“What is this?” Volstagg Questioned.

“My friends... you haven't heard? I am now Ruler of Asgard.” Loki informed them.

“Where is Odin?” Fandral Asked in a curious tone.

“Father's fallen into the Odinsleep. My mother fears he may never awaken again.” Loki answered.

“We would speak with her.” Sif replied.

Sif and the Warriors Three exchange a look. Loki notices.

“She has refused to leave my father's bedside. You can bring your "urgent" matter to me, your King.” Loki declared

Sif covers quickly. “We would ask you to end Thor's banishment.” Sif voiced.

“My first command can not be to undo the Allfather's last. We're on the brink of war with Jotunheim. Our people must have a sense of continuity in order to feel safe in these difficult times.” Loki remarked. Sif and the Warriors Three trade looks, not liking any of this. “All of us must stand together, for the good of Asgard.”

“Of course.” Fandral replied

Sif and the Warriors Three bow their heads and exit. Loki stares after them.

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Jane, Selvig, and Darcy head up the street. They're by Arturo's, when a pick-up Truck pulls up before them, stopped by traffic. In the back of the vehicle, Jane notices,partially covered by a tarp, the dark matter analysis machine from her lab.

“Hey! That's my stuff!” Jane called out.

Jane, Selvig, and Darcy reach the lab, where government vehicles are parked. Shield Agent haul equipment out of the lab and load it into waiting vans. Other Agents strip all the equipment from inside the Pinzgauer and cart it away. Still others emerge from her trailer, arms loaded with scientific instruments and documents.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Jane barked at the Agents but they ignore her as Agent Coulson approaches.

“Ms. Foster, I'm Agent Coulson, with Shield.” Coulson informed them.

Erik, recognizing the name of the organization, grows wary.

“I don't care who you work for, you can't do this!” Jane voiced loudly.

“Jane. This is more serious than you realize. Let it go.” Erik Chimed in.

“Let it go?! This is my life!” Jane remarked angrily.

“We're here investigating a security threat. We need to appropriate your equipment and all your atmospheric data.” Coulson disclosed.

“By "appropriate" you mean "steal?" Jane corrected.

Instead of answering, Coulson gives her a check. “This should more than compensate you for your trouble.” Coulson replied.

She throws the check to the ground without looking at it. “I can't just pick up replacements from RadioShack! I made most of that equipment myself!” Jane exclaimed.

“Then I'm sure you can do it again.” Coulson pointed out.

“And I'm sure I can sue you for violating my constitutional rights!” Jane told.

“We're the good guys, Ms. Foster.” Coulson reported.He tries to walk away, but Jane blocks his path. She is fully herself, fueled by outrage.

“So are we! We're on the verge of understanding something extraordinary.” Jane started. Jane holds up her notebook. “Everything I know about this phenomenon is in this lab and in this book, and no one has the right to take it from me.” Jane finished.

Coulson gestures to a nearby Agent, who promptly plucks the notebook out of Jane's hands and adds it to the pile he's carrying. Jane is stunned.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” Coulson announced.

He gets into a car. The cars and trucks pull away.

Jane,Erik, and Darcy enter, staring in shock at the now-empty space.

“Years of research, gone.” Jane cried out.

“They even took my iPod.” Darcy confessed.

“And your back-ups?” Erik questioned.

“Look around! They took our back-ups. They took the back-ups of our back-ups.” Jane explained.

“I just downloaded, like, thirty songs on there.” Darcy told.

“Will you please stop talking about your iPod?!” Jane barked at Darcy then she looks over to Erik.

“Who are these people?” Jane asked Erik.

“No one knows much about them. But I knew a scientist -- a pioneer in gamma radiation. Shield showed up, and he was never heard from again.” Erik answered.

“I'm not going to let them do this. I'm getting everything back.” Jane declared.

“Please, let me contact one of my colleagues. Dr. Pym or Dr. Munroe they had some dealings with these people. I'll e-mail them and see if one of them can help.” Erik insisted.

“They took your laptop, too.” Darcy Chimed in.

Annoyed, Erik thinks.

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Erik and Jane in the Pinzgauer drive up in front of then town's rinky-dink library. A sign in the window reads, "Free Internet.”

“I'll just be a minute.” Erik told Jane as He climbs out and heads inside. Jane looks down the street and sees something that intrigues her.

Thor and Y/n enters the store. Thor approaches a pet store clerk While Y/n looks at all the animals.

“I need a horse.” Thor announced.

“Thor they don’t sell Horse.” Y/n answered.

“Ya, we don't sell horses. Just dogs, cats, birds.” The clerk agreed with Y/n.

“We’re just here to kill time for Jane to find us.” Y/n told Thor as she starts to play with some bunnies.

“Right well Then give me one of those, large enough to ride around town for now.” Thor replied.

“You can’t ride any of them you would squish them with your weight.” Y/n disclosed.

The Pet Store Clerk looks confused. Just then, Thor and Y/n hears a car horn . They turn to the open door. Across the street, Jane calls out to them from the Pinzgauer.

“You still have room for one more?” Jane wondered.

“Ya come on Thor.” Y/n replied.

Y/n and Thor walks out the pet store to the truck and Jane gets out the driver seat so Y/n can drive.

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It's story time in the library, as a LIBRARIAN reads a book --"THE SECRET HISTORY OF GIANTS"-- to a group of kids.

"And though they're large, giants can be quiet. You have to listen carefully for the sound of their

footsteps -- because they may be closer than you think." The librarian shared with the Group of kids.

Nearby, Selvig sits at a computer terminal, finishing up his e-mail and his Text to Dr. Munroe. Beside him, a kid flips through a book with interest. The Librarian stops mid-story and calls to the Kid pleasantly.

“Joshua, come sit down. It's story time.” The librarian voiced. The Kid closes his book and joins the others. Selvig looks over, notices the title of the book the Kid was reading --"MYTHS AND LEGENDS FROM AROUND THE WORLD."

He picks it up, flips through it, stops at the section on Scandinavian Mythology. It's a picture of a Rainbow bridge coming down from Asgard to earth. Asgardians walk upon it, among them Odin, Loki’, and Thor, who wields Mjolnir. On the ground below them, a group of vikings kneel reverently. He eyes the illustration, pondering.

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Jane's Pinzgauer cuts off the road, heads over the rugged terrain. Storm clouds roll in over the desert sky. Y/n drives. Jane is pumped with adrenaline, nervous and excited, as Thor sits beside her, upbeat and eager for battle.

“I've never done anything like this before! Have you ever done anything like this before?” Jane asked in a curious way. Thor looks amused by her excitement.

“All time he’ll I think I’m doing it right now.” Y/n answered.

“Many times. You're brave to do it.” Thor replied.

“I all time. Hell I think I’m doing it right now.” Y/n murmured.

Thor chuckles at Y/n. She is one funny mortal he thinks.

“They just stole my entire life's work. I really don't have anything left to lose.” Jane

“Who is they.” Y/n questioned in a serious tone.

“Erik said there Shield some law-enforcement organization they came and took everything.”

Y/n’s whole demeanor change. How the hell did they catch on so fast? How am I going to protect Thor if they find out what he is it’s over. The clouds outside turn a dark gray.

“But you're clever. Far more clever than anyone else in this Realm.” Thor said voice soft with affection

"This Realm?" Why do you talk like that?” Jane wondered.

“You think me strange?” Thor asked.

Jane laughs, catches herself. “Yeah. Just a little.”

“Good strange or bad strange?” Thor wondered.

“I'm not quite sure yet.” Jane answered as She looks at him, sees him staring at her. She's lost in his gaze. There so lost in each other that they don’t see the distress that Y/n in, being lost in her own thoughts of what’s going to happen. The pinzgauer lurches off the road. She quickly snaps out of her thoughts and regains control of the car.

“Sorry.” Y/n announced. Y/n glances at Thor through that review mirror and, he can see that something is troubling her but before he can ask her on the matter Jane speaks.

“Who are you? Really?” Jane queried.

“You'll see soon enough.” Thor told Jane.

“You promised me answers.” Jane Remarked.

“What you seek -- it's a bridge.” Thor answered.

“A bridge? Like an Einstein-Rosen Bridge?” Jane guessed.

“More like a rainbow bridge.” Thor corrected.

“God, I hope you're not crazy.” Jane declared.

As the Pinzgauer heads away, we continue up a hillside, revealing a light illuminating the valley beyond. As we move closer, we see the glow comes from -- A Massive Shield Base Now set up around the crater -- vehicles, trailers, barricades. Armed Guards man a gate in the razor wire fence that runs fifty yards from the crater's edge, enclosing the complex. Clear, plastic access tubes with junction boxes lead to a translucent cube structure erected in the middle of the crater. Through the glass walls of the base's command trailer, we see Coulson directing technicians, busy at work. Within the cube structure itself, a team of Shield scientist work with high-tech machinery, analyzing the object at the center of it all -- Mjolnir.

Y/n, and Thor crawl to the edge of the ridge, look through binoculars, see the impressive shield base.

“Look I know how important this to you but We can go to Home Depot and get you a hammer.” Y/n insisted as she tries to pull Thor way from the edge. Thor doesn’t budge and looks at Y/n.

“Your worried about about me?” Thor wondered.

“Of course I’m worried you don’t know how these guys work if they catch you it’s over. There’s no way I’ll can help you get back home.” Y/n answered.

Thor puts a comforting hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “I will be fine I have been in worst situations before and I’m still here.” Thor explained.

“I that is real reassuring thank you.” Y/n replied Sarcastically.

Jane walks up to Thor and Y/n with a concern look. “Hat isn't a satellite crash. They would have hauled the wreckage away, not built a city around it.” Jane disclosed.

Thor shrugs out of his jacket and hands it to her.

“You're going to need this.” Thor commented.

“Why?--“ Jane trailed off.

Thunder rumbles overhead. She stares at him intently and takes his jacket.

“Y/n are you doing this?” Jane questioned.

“No this isn’t but I think I know who is.” Y/n answered.

“Stay here. Once I have Mjolnir, I will return what they stole from you—Deal?” Thor Remarked.

He looks to Jane then Y/n, already knowing that Jane will take put but Y/n will disobey his request.

“No! Look what's down there! You can't just walk in, grab our stuff, and walk out!” Jane proclaimed.

“No.” Jane looks relieved. “I'm going to fly out.” Thor replied.

Before she can react, he starts heading towards the crater. The first drops of rain begin to patter into the dust.

“Wait...” Jane trailed off. But Thor is already headed towards the crater.

A Needle spikes on a handheld sensor device. The technician holding it looks over at the hammer. Mjolnir begins to give off a subtle glow. A bolt of lightning cracks across the sky above.

A younger shield agent, a techie in a headset, monitors security. A junior, looks on, none-too-pleased.

“Feed from the keyhole. Can barely penetrate the cloud cover.” The Techie hikes a thumb at another monitor, squelching with static. It shows an SAR shot of the area, laid over a terrain map. “Tech's barely working as it is, with all the interference that thing's giving off.” He gestures towards the hammer. He checks a computer. “Hey, we've got a commercial aircraft coming in right over us, Southwest Airlines Flight 5434.” Techie disclosed.

“Reroute it, like all the others.” Sitwell ordered

“Right. Can I get the passengers some free drinks for the trouble?” Sitwell glares at him. “It'd be a nice gesture.” The Techie types into the computer, when he notices something on another screen, holds up a hand. “Hold a sec... we got something outside the fence, west side...” Techie trailed off. Techie points at the screen. Through the haze, it shows a thermal image huddled beside the fence.

“DeLancey, Jackson -- check it out.” Sitwell said into the radio.

Back at the top of the Cliff Y/n is using her telepathy to track everyone in the facility. She picks up on the conversation Sitwell is having with one of the Techie. They found you Thor keep your guard up two coming your way. Y/n broadcasted her thought to Thor. Back down at the Base a pair of Shield Agents(DeLancey and Jackson) take off in a jeep to investigate. Sitwell looks out the window, something strange catching his attention. The window's reflection that a glow is coming from the hammer containment area.

The jeep pulls up as the Agents scan the fence with an flashlight, see nothing unusual.

“Looks like we're good here. Must have been another coyote.” Agent Jackson seven to the radio to Sitwell. Just then, the Agents notice a section of the fence has been bent up from the ground, leaving a gap. Before they can call it in, a massive crack of lightning illuminates the night sky -- revealing the silhouette of a large man standing outside the driver's (Jackson's) side of the jeep. DeLancey looks over, notices.

“Jackson?” DeLancey hesitated. The Agents reach for their weapons. Thor elbows the driver across the jaw, causing him to drop his weapon. Jackson slumps over the steering wheel, as DeLancey starts to raise a shotgun at Thor.

Thor grabs the barrel, yanks it out of DeLancey's hands and thrusts the hilt back, smashing the Agent's jaw. Thor reaches into the jeep to grab a rain slicker.

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Loki x reader

Imagine: After the New York attacks Loki is sent to prison in Asgard and you, his queen, are to be executed for helping him. Will you be able to save both of you in time?

Original request: @mirtaqueen Hi 😄 can I have a request , we are in thor2 and when Loki go to Odin in chains to talk to him, odin didn't say to him that he never see friga again but he say that marriage between reader and Loki is over and reader will be banish from asgard and that really hits Loki and brake him, so Loki try do everything to change odin mind, he will say with tears in the eyes that he can't take his queen from him and Frigga maybe say something and odin will change mind, pure fluff in the end 😄😄😄🙏

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A.N.: I just couldn't resist to make this story my own and do two parts 💗✨ I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you imagined, but I tried my best to do your awesome prompt justice 😄

"Your birthright was to die!" Odin shouted, sitting up straight in his throne and leaning forward as a gesture of attempted intimidation. His voice echoed so loudly through the room that it seemed to cut through the silence as he glared down at a chained Loki. "As a child… Cast out onto a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, you would not be here now to hate me."

Loki took a quick step forward and the guards jumped into action to hold him back by his chains. "If I'm for the act, then for mercy's sake just swing it." He looked down at his chained hands with a frown. "It's not that I don't love our little talks, it's just…" His eyes shot back up to meet his father's. "I don't love them."

Odin leaned back in his throne, only acknowledging Loki's words with a dismissive look. "Y/n is the only reason you're still alive and you will never see her again."

Loki's expression went from boredom and anger to shock and sorrow, but Odin continued without a change in his demeanor. "You'll spend the rest of your days in the dungeons."

The guards started pulling Loki backwards by his chains, urging him to return to his prison.

"And what of y/n?!" Loki yelled and refused to be dragged back, leaning harshly into the restraining metal which left bruises wherever it dug into his lean body. The thought of what would happen to you now that he had been arrested had occurred to him before, but only now did he realize that the chances were high that he'd never see you again. And that, to him, was absolutely no option.

"Y/n will be executed for helping you. She asked me to let you live and take her life instead, which, after thinking it through, I agreed to."

Loki felt the tears stinging in his eyes even before Odin had finished the sentence. Oh, his sweet y/n… he equally loved and hated that about you. That you always put him first.

"You can't do that…" He said and his voice broke, just like his heart did. Shock numbed his body like a dive in icy water. "She doesn't deserve it."

"You, my son, do not deserve for her to be yours." Odin replied sharply. "She is way better than you will ever be."

"I know." Loki breathed, more to himself than as an actual answer. But then, through the sorrow and pain, he willed himself to fight, to beg even if it only would save you. "She is the future queen of Asgard, you can't execute her! She is your family too! I beg you, switch our fates and I shall do anything you ask of me."

"One day your brother will marry and give this kingdom the queen it deserves. Someone less cunning and less vain. Y/n doomed herself when she married you." Odin commented coldly.

If Odin's constant praise of Thor made Loki angry, him insulting you had Loki burning with rage like two damn gold particles smashed together.

"How dare you!" He yelled and lunged forward, the guards hardly able to hold him back with four men on each side. "She is my queen and if you dare harming her I swear I will end you and everyone who tries to stop me."

Odin instinctively jumped a little, but quickly covered it up by raising to his feet and striding down the steps to stand in front of Loki. "You are just as vain as her if you think that empty threats will stop me from separating the two of you." He said quietly.

Loki glared at him for a moment, but then grinned wickedly. "You are afraid of her! Y/n threatened you to agree to her wish!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Odin's voice thundered through the room, making the guards flinch. But not Loki. He knew what he needed to know and now was the time to plot.

With a small wave of his hand, Odin commanded the guards to return Loki to his cell and this time, he let it happen with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, and Loki… She will die in three days, at sunset." Odin added just before Loki was out of the room. And despite taking note of it, Loki's mind was too far gone to reply.

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You were walking up and down in Loki's and your shared chamber, anxious and deep in thought. You hadn't had a chance to talk to Loki since he had been arrested. You must leave that to Odin, he was smart enough to realize that together, you and Loki would've plotted your escape long ago. But separated with no possibility to communicate, chances were high that this time he'd be able to keep Loki locked up for good. Locking you up, however, wasn't an option. You had your ways to escape and Odin knew that.

Before that, when you had heard that Odin wanted Loki executed, both you and Frigga, who you liked way better than Odin, had protested heavily.

But only upon your threat to reveal Odin's 'colorful' past to the entire kingdom, including his wife and sons, Odin finally agreed to have you executed instead. It hadn't been your intention to offer him your own death, but it was the only way to let Loki know you were working on something.

Rumor had it Odin had spoken with Loki in the throne room and you sincerely hoped that Loki had received your message.

Now all he needed to do was to wait and hope that you wouldn't screw up your plan.

You sat down on the bed and ran your hands through your hair. It all was such a mess… and only because that large purple asshole by the name of Thanos had gotten hold of you, tortured you and thereby forced Loki to attack midgard and convince everyone that it was him who wanted to rule over it. You sighed and absentmindedly traced your fingers over the already faint scar on your ribcage. The memory of Loki's panicked face when he had first found out what Thanos had done to you made your heart squeeze painfully. He'd been the closest to breaking you'd ever seen and the memory of it still stung. But then again, Loki and you had spent months of plotting to make sure to kill Thanos before he could hurt anyone else. That alone should be enough to be forgiven, but for the sake of universal peace, you had agreed to keep it to yourselves for now. After all, who'd believe you or even remotely understand what it had taken to end the titan? It was the single last advantage you had, the ace up your sleeve.

A knock on your door pulled you back to the present.

"Come in." You called and the door was opened slowly, revealing a servant girl. As your eyes met, she looked away quickly.

"Your majesty, I'm sorry for the interruption." She said quietly.

"It's fine, you're always welcome. But I told you a hundred times before to not call me 'your majesty'! I'm not the current queen and I'm not going to be one either." You laughed and waved the girl inside.

"I think you will be a wonderful queen one day, and prince Loki a great king." She said sincerely, and you felt bad that no one had told her the truth. It was a well-kept secret that neither of you would live to see that day.

"What's the news?" You asked overly cheerful.

The young girl smiled at you. "Her Royal Highness Queen Frigga wishes to speak with you."

"Ah." You smiled back as convincingly as you could in the dire light of your situation. "Just as I expected."

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Loki was sitting in his white cell, eyes closed and trying to concentrate despite the awful noises the other prisoners were making. He'd cast an illusion of himself reading peacefully, because right now, he couldn't be bothered to answer to guards asking what he was up to. If he was honest with himself, he was equally proud and grateful that you were so incredibly clever: You had sent him a clear message and were working on getting him out of this mess. However he also felt utterly useless; every time something happened to him you were there to save his sorry ass in the last second, but when you were in danger, he felt like he failed you. You were so strong, his solid rock in a raging ride, and he was merely the pebble on the shore. He shook the thought out of his head.

Now, he needed to understand his part in the plan, the plan that most likely included some way to save him at any cost and if fate would allow it, also yourself. He'd never forgive himself if he survived and you didn't… without you, living wasn't worth a single thing. If only he could hold you in his arms one more time, kiss you with his last breath and tell you that he loves you more than words could fathom. If only he could be with you right now, somewhere far away… You should've ran when you still had the chance. But the chance was gone and he needed to act.

So he jumped to his feet and started pacing from wall to wall with a deep frown.

If you had found something you could use against Odin, that was a huge advantage. Loki didn't know what it was, but he could imagine that it didn't matter either. He trusted you and your judgement, maybe even more than his own in some cases.

First things first, he needed to make sure that you weren't harmed, maybe buy you some more time.

With a snap of his fingers the illusion vanished and he stepped towards the open end of his cell.

"I'd like to see my mother!" He called out to the guards down the hall. "I'd very much welcome it if you could send her to me."

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A few minutes later Loki heard footsteps of approximately four people coming down the hallway towards him. When he looked up from his book he found that indeed, four people were standing in front of his cell. Three of them were guards and the fourth looked like his mother.

"Hello, dear…" She said and gave the guards a sign to open the barrier for her to enter, then a sign for them to leave. With a formal bow they hurried off back to their posts.

Loki walked closer to her until there were mere inches between the two of them.

"Hello y/n." He breathed with a slow smirk.

The illusion faltered and finally vanished, revealing your grinning face.

"How did I do?" You chuckled.

Loki grinned at you, opening his mouth to say something, but closed it again and shook his head slightly.

"Last time we met you couldn't do that little magic trick." He finally remarked, looking at you so adoringly that you felt your heart beat faster.

"Oh I can do way more than that." You winked. "Your mother has been teaching me for quite a while now… I wanted it to be a surprise, but then all this happened… and well. Surprise!"

"God, I love you so much…" He sighed and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, filled with the longing and despair of the last few days.

After what seemed like a little eternity of just holding each other, you finally pulled away.

"Listen, I know you will hate my plan, but you need to trust me with this. Okay?" You asked quietly, resting your forehead against Loki's.

"I always trust you, with everything I have." He said sincerely. "What do I need to do?"

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A high pitched scream echoed around the dungeons, followed by heavy crying and finally, a loud cracking sound. When the guards came rushing towards the cell a few seconds later, they stopped dead in their tracks and stared into the cell. It was pitch black, holding a darkly opaque smoke inside.

"Loki, stop this nonsense!" One of the guards exclaimed. "We know of the illusional games you play! What's happening in there?"

The smoke slowly dissolved and the guards could see more and more of what was happening inside. There stood Loki, in the middle of the room, his clothes covered in blood and leisurely smirking at the guards. In front of him lay your dead body. Your neck was twisted in an unnatural way, and your wide eyes were staring lifelessly towards the guards. The once white walls of the cell were now bright red, smeared and covered in blood.

At the shocked glances of the guards, Loki merely smirked. "She was becoming beyond annoying, and she wasn't even supposed to be in here! I did you a favor!"

Immediately they opened the barriers, pushing Loki back into a corner with their spears while he had his hands risen in defeat, showing them he was no threat. A guard checked on your body while three others kept their weapons pointed at Loki.

Suddenly the barrier closed behind their backs, locking them into the cell. Shocked, they turned to see Loki and a perfectly alive y/n standing outside, smiling innocently at them while their doppelganger illusions dissolved inside the cell.

The guards shouted and tried to make the barriers go down again, but of course they failed miserably.

"Whew, that worked…" You chuckled, giving Loki a high-five.

"I'm so proud of you." He said and kissed your forehead. "My sweet little y/n can do magic now…"

You punched him in the shoulder with a small laugh. "Call me 'sweet and little' once more and I'll put you right back into that cell."

"Yes ma'am." He winked at you. "What's next? Do we run?"

You let out a small sigh, pulling him with you down the hallway and out of the dungeons. Just when you reached the top of the stairs, you stopped. With another sigh, you concentrated on the task at hand and changed your appearance to that of Loki, who stared at you in confusion.

"C'mon, we don't have a lot of time. From now on just go along with whatever happens, okay? I've got this figured out..." You said to Loki in his own voice, making him snort.

"Alright…" He sighed, changing into you.

"Promise me you won't freak and ruin the whole thing! Oh, and you should trust your mom. She's in on this. Now watch what would happen if we would just run." You said quietly just as a small army of guards came rushing towards you.

In the matter of mere seconds, they had you in chains and dragged you back down into the dungeons, while Loki was pushed towards the throne room. It all happened so fast that Loki couldn't even say goodbye. But one thing he was certain of: your plan was working and he didn't know if he liked it.

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 4 years ago

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Don’t Let Go

TITLE: Don’t Let Go

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 1 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight as well as @melodylnoelle

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki's life if he did not let go at the rainbow bridge... (After the Bifrost being destroyed.)

RATING: Explicit

NOTES/WARNINGS: Depression. Thoughts of suicide. Odin is a dick. Thor is an asshole but still cares about his brother. Frigga is a concerned mother but puts the image of the Odin family first. Okay… everyone still treats Loki badly.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my thoughts of what it might have been like if Loki did not let go. This is set immediately after the Bifrost being destroyed. Loki has a lot to sort through...

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

*FINALLY..Read the warnings. Once you agree you can handle it...

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki sat staring at the food his mother sent for him and the events played in his mind making his heart constrict.

All he wanted was to delay Thor's coronation.

Loki knew his brother was not ready with how hot headed he could get. His reaction to finding the frost giants had gotten into the vault was evidence of how Thor would jump blindly into a war… started the war and that day, the start of the house of Odin's lies coming to light for many. Loki was the only one who acknowledged some of the lies, but he did not know the lies about himself.

Loki played with his hand, the hand that turned blue with the giant’s touch weeks ago.

Loki was torn, caught somewhere from dreading that day and being somewhat thankful for the truth. However, the truth was he IS the monster everyone feared as children and hated as adults. The son of Laufey, a frost giant, the ruler of Jotunheim. Odin's enemy… was Loki an enemy of Odin?

-:-

“But,” Odin stepped forward, away from the Casket of Ancient Winters, “the day will come when one of you will have to defend that peace.”

“Do the frost giants still live?” Loki questioned quietly.

Thor looked to his brother. “When I’m King, I’ll hunt the monsters down and slay them all!” He made show of swinging his arm as though it had a sword. “Just as you did, father.”

“A wise King never seeks out war. But-“ he paused, looking between the two of them – “he must always be ready for it.” He strode past them, heading to the vault’s exit.

Loki and Thor smiled at each other. Loki knew Thor’s was in warning of some healthy competition, and he would certainly give it to him. He knew his brother would be King – he was the elder of the two, after all. But he also knew that one day, he would be a great King.

With Loki’s counsel, of course.

Loki smiled at his brother. If what Thor wanted was healthy competition, then so be it. Thor would have to let that be his teacher.

More than anything, Loki looked forward to Thor’s coronation, and standing by his side as he rules.

They both turned, running to their father and taking his hands.

“I’m ready, father!”

“So am I!” Loki added.

“Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings.”

They left the vault, and Odin brought the boys to the dining hall. While Odin had said no more on the subject, Thor and Loki spoke to each other about what their father had told them.

“One day, brother, we will be warriors, and we will bring an end to the frost giants!”

Loki nodded excitedly. “We will make Father proud for sure.” An idea crossed his mind, and he smiled wickedly. “Shall we start practice now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I will be the frost giant, and you be Odin. Try to best me.” Loki picked up a roll from the table and threw it at Thor, landing square in his face. At Thor’s startled outburst, Loki jumped from his seat, running the length of the table.

Thor recovered quickly, grabbing another piece of food and throwing it in Loki’s direction. Loki anticipated it, though, and dodged perfectly.

“Oh, come now, you call that the might of Odin? You can do better than that!” Loki took another roll and lobbed it at Thor.

This time, Thor was ready, and it breezed past his shoulder and across the room.

“So speaks you, Frost Giant, who could clearly only hit me by surprise!”

They picked up their pace, throwing more food and laughing jovially. Smile on his face, Loki turned to grab another piece of food.

But his smile faded as he turned and ran right into Odin, who was glaring down at the boy.

“That’s enough!” He said to them both.

Thor dropped the bird leg that had been in his hand, straightening immediately. “Father, I am sorry. We were just playing.”

“Is that how princes should behave?” Odin’s voice was stern, but there was some softness to his voice still.

“It was just a bit of fun, Father. We meant no harm,” Loki pleaded with him.

Odin’s voice lost the softness as he turned his face to Loki again. “You started this, did you not? You know this is not the time or place for your foolery!”

“I am sorry, Father. I did not mean-“

“You will be punished for your behavior here. Go wait in your chambers until I am done here,” Odin demanded.

“Yes, Father.” Loki bowed his head, turning to go.

“As for you,” he heard Odin say as he left, ” I trust you not to get involved in his trickery again. You are a prince, I expect you to act like it.”

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Of course Loki is an enemy of Odin... Odin favored Thor forever and before Thor was born. Thor was his own blood while Loki was the blood of another race entirely. And he was everything Odin wanted him to be. Loki was never loved by anyone in the way everyone cared for Thor. Even Thor himself openly told Loki how much he despised him for forcing the only way to Jane to be destroyed.

If Thor hated him so much why did he plead with Loki to hold on and don't let go?

-:-

In a blinding flash, the bridge cracked and collapsed. The pulsing glow of rainbow light ceased. The waves roared loudly as they were pushed away. The bifrost, now stilling, crashed and exploded as it fell into the void of space below.

There was a sensation of flying, and then falling. The screams ripped through his throat out of his control.

This was it, he was done.

Or so he thought. He came to a jarring halt as Thor gripped onto Gungnir. But that made no sense. Should Thor not just be falling with him?

That was when he saw Odin standing at the cracked edge of the rainbow bridge. He had caught Thor’s leg, keeping them both from following the bifrost into its oblivion. Thor grunted in pain from the position, but Odin made no move to pull them up. Loki looked up to see what was keeping him, but was met with nothing but disappointment on Odin’s face.

“I could have done it father!” He called up to him. “I could have done it! For you! For all of us!” He hoped that his father would forgive him soon and pull them both up.

But his face did not change, and he was met with two heavy words. “No, Loki.”

The weight of what he meant crashed onto him. Odin was not disappointed that he failed. He was disappointed that he tried. What he had thought would prove his worth to his father had in fact done just the opposite.

He felt sick. He felt shamed. How in Hel was he supposed to continue on among the Asgardians now, knowing that he is not one of them? Knowing that Odin would likely never forgive him. Never want him. Knowing that he was the reason they would feel trapped here, and they would all know it, too. Was Odin waiting to pull them up because he truly did not want to? Loki had only longed to matter to Odin. To be Thor’s equal. But he never would, would he? Now he longed for nothing more than to follow the bifrost into death.

Well, that. That was something he could still do.

He took one last look to both of them. His breaths slowed and came more easily. Resigning to the end, and started to loosen his grip on Gungnir.

“Loki, no.”

Thor’s voice had given Loki pause for a moment. He had seen the change on Loki’s face, and now wore a pleading expression of his own.

But Odin’s had not changed. It didn’t matter.

“Brother, please, do not do this!” Thor continued pleading. “We have all lost much on this day. Please do not make us lose you as well.”

He was surprised at the sincerity, the urgency, in his voice. Had he not just fought to stop Loki? Wielded his hammer against him? He knew in Thor’s eyes Loki would hold all the blame for the bifrost’s destruction. He would never see the woman he seemed to love so much. Why did he want Loki to live?

“Loki, please, I am sure father will be able to pull us up. Just hold on, brother. Hold on and don’t let go.”

Whatever it had been that made him pause – Thor’s sincerity or the questions that now flowed through his mind – kept Loki’s hand on Gungnir.

“Father, please, pull us up!” Thor asked, never turning his face from Loki. Odin still heard them, and slowly, the two were brought back onto the bridge.

The brother’s stood, and Thor embraced Loki. Loki did not return it, confusion swimming in his mind again.

“I may be angry with you, but you are my brother. We will get through this, Loki, of that I am sure.”

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lokis-lady-death · 5 years ago

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When World’s Collide Pt 9

Loki x Reader/ Arthur x Reader

Arranged marriages, blood oaths, and kingdoms trying to become united ultimately end up divided. The reader is the princess of Vanaheim and her hand in marriage has been promised to both Loki of Asgard and Arthur of Atlantis. Her choices could ultimately build or destroy the realms.

Prompt, Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Recap: After meeting Prince Loki of Asgard and accepting your engagement to him, things took an unexpected turn when you were taken to Midgard by the king of Atlantis, Arthur Curry. He showed you proof of a horrible massacre Loki ensued onto the people of Midgard, but you remained vigilant to return to Asgard before things got out of hand. In the meantime, Loki was left to deal with the tragedy of losing both his mother and father while trying to find you. After learning where you were and who you were with, he sent Thor to retrieve you all while your treacherous uncle Zaire furthered his own agenda.

Chapter 9 A Change in the Tide

This day had played over and over in Loki’s imagination for what felt like his entire life, building up this immense occasion that would be spoken of for centuries to come by generation after generation.

The coronation.

He imagined the golden palace would be lit up with laughter and hope, that the banners of his ancestors would decorate the columns of the throne room all the way up to the altar where Odin would stand. He’d hold Gungnir high to gather the attention of all the Asgardians and the other world visitors in the way only the king of Asgard could do.

On this day, he would be so proud, knowing the future of his kingdom, his legacy, would be carried on the capable shoulders of his most powerful son.

The problem with this fantasy?

It was always Thor that came down the aisle between masses of adoring people, not Loki.

No, Loki would be in his rightful place to the side with his mother, watching in satisfaction as his brother bowed before the throne.

Then Thor would rise, turn to the crowd, raise Mjolnir and unleash a grand display of lightening theatrics as everyone cheered for their new king.

But then for a while, even that version manifested into something else when he was imprisoned for unleashing the Destroyer on Midgard. Where once it was a day of celebration for his family as a whole, it was a day he no longer imagined himself in.

Instead, he would be down in the deepest pits of the dungeon with the rest of the filth of Asgard that couldn’t live up to their king’s expectations. Even after being released from prison and told he would be crowned in his brother’s stead, he could never see himself in that role.

It wasn't until he saw the first portrait Zaire had sent to Frigga and Odin that the vision changed.

It was, instead, himself he saw walking between people who chanted his name, and as he kneeled before his father, he would look over to see you and his mother, watching him with eyes full of love and admiration until finally he would turn and everyone would cry out in unity. Despite your initial reaction to meeting him, he did truly believe in that fairytale happy ending, for just a moment.

Yet in his darkest days, in all his dreams of how this day would go, he would never have thought this is how it would play out.

Standing at the head of the table in the councilors meeting room, surrounded by the Asir that helped manage the kingdom for his father, Loki was quietly accessing to the throne of the most powerful kingdom in all the nine realms in the presence of merely a handful of noblemen and Heimdall.

With his father and mother dead, and you and Thor on Midgard, he truly felt utterly alone in this life changing, monumental occasion.

And after dreaming of this for so long, now he simply wanted it to be over.

Once all the legalities of the ceremony were complete, the sleepy eyed councilmen offered their condolences to Loki over the death of the king and queen. He managed to keep his head up, thanking each one then accepting their praise and good wishes.

“You’ll make an excellent king,” one said.

“A level headed leader is just what we need in these harsh times,” another commented.

He took their words with what felt like a stake running through his heart before being left alone in the room with Heimdall. He had quietly stood in the corner as the ceremony took place, keeping his thoughts to himself while he bowed his head in solace.

“They’re right, you know,” he told Loki, “You will make a great king. And you’ll make it through this trial.”

“Trail?” he repeated, looking up. “In the last few hours our king... my father, was murdered in his sleep while my mother bled out at his side. And in that time,” his face scrunched up as if he had smelled something bad, “That Atlantean managed to leave with my bride to be. I would certainly call this a bit more than a simple trial.”

Loki’s head fell while a hand came up to rub his eyes, feeling a nagging ache forming just behind the bridge of his nose.

“Your highness, forgive me if I’m overstepping, but have you slept?”

The new king slowly lowered his hand, realizing he hadn’t. With everything happening so fast, he hadn’t had a moment of peace since well before last night’s gathering.

“How can I sleep knowing whoever has slain my parents is possibly walking the halls of my home or, worse, stolen Lady y/n away to Midgard?"

Neither of them had spoken that thought aloud, but hearing his king make the allegation, he couldn't hold back agreeing, "It would seem a rather large coincidence that such travesties would take place at the same time and not be related… And on the evening I wouldn't be keeping watch on the Bifrost." Hanging his head, the gatekeeper's voice lowered, "I have failed to keep my king and queen safe, but I swear, your majesty, I will see to it we find out what happened to them."

Loki took in a deep breath, trying to take just one moment to himself until a hasty knock rapped at the door.

"Enter," Heimdall commanded, and in walked an armored soldier.

"Sire, Ambassador of Vanaheim, Lord Zaire, would like to speak with you in his chambers."

Squaring up his shoulders, Loki was about to make his way out the door when the gatekeeper grabbed hold of his shoulder. Their eyes met and he offered, "Do not forget to rest. You are wise and capable, but unrested minds, no matter how brilliant, can make grand mistakes."

Tightening his jaw, Loki gave a curt nod before walking off. His pace quickened as he passed the soldier, who had to awkwardly scramble to match his step.

"Did Lord Zaire tell you what he needed from me?"

The soldier answered, "Only that he has made a discovery about Lady y/n’s disappearance."

*****

There was no definite way to tell time. The light outside remained so clouded that it could have been thirty minutes or two hours while you sat in alone in that room aboard Arthur's ship on Midgard, staring at the folder laying open on your cot.

The bloodshed.

The destruction.

All laid out in brilliant, detailed color, including date and time, the images of Loki's supposed crime cried out in horrific detail something you had always feared: war with the Asir.

You weren't able to tear your eyes away until the overwhelming cold set in. The gown you wore the evening before, you just realized, was dried and stiff with parts twisted up and some even ripped off.

A memory flashed, of a time when you were younger, when you spent the day off lessons in the garden. It was the first time in weeks you had been allowed a break, but only after sworn secrecy to your tutor. When your uncle found out, he whipped you all the way back to your room where he locked you away for the next three days with no food or water.

On the fourth day when you resumed your studies, you were met with a new instructor.

Zaire's voice was practically in your head when you imagined his reaction to your gown in this disgraceful condition, "That is no way for someone of your blood to be seen, clean yourself at once!"

Your fists clenched thinking of him, knowing that you were in this horrible situation because of him.

There was no way to understand his reasoning without speaking to him and though you knew he held animosity towards the Asir, you couldn't fathom him coming up with such a scheme that would bring more people to war.

You needed to return to Asgard.

Swallowing hard, you closed the folder and stuck it back into the duffle bag then removed the bundle of clothes from inside. The bundle turned out to be a full body, white suit made of thick, stretchy and soft material. You noticed an “WayneCorp” insignia stitched on the upper left of the chest. Reaching further into the bag, you found thick, fluff socks along with large black boots.

You had never seen such things, and though at first you weren't sure about the style at first, once the outfit was on you fell in love.

It was nice to be in something more flexible than the overly layered, frilly gowns your uncle insisted on.

Petting over your head, you could feel the tangled mess of tengrills that were left over from your intricate updo Mariana had worked so hard on. For however long you had already stayed in the room, it must have taken you another half hour to finally detangle it with your fingers. You let it fall down your shoulders, unwilling to bother with it anymore.

It was time to leave the room.

The door was clunky in your hand, making a terrible creaking sound as it opened to reveal a narrow hall. There were only two other doors besides yours, but up ahead was a ladder that opened to the top deck. Grateful for the thick rubber on the bottom of your boots as you trekked up the slippery ladder, you stood in stunned silence as you stared out at an unexpected sight: a Midgardian village.

The sky was vast and white from the mass of clouds looming overhead, but what struck you was that while all you had been able to see out your porthole was endless water, now you could clearly see the ship was docked. You could only make out the few brown, simple buildings up against the waters edge that were connected to a single deck that ran out into the ocean where boats, including the one you were on, were docked. Out in the distance, the ground formed low hills that had stone homes built following the flow of the earth with thin dirt roads running between everything.

Turning, you could see the ship was spotless and well kept, with a third of the upper deck encased in a glass box. Inside, you could make out Arthur and another man you recognized from the bar you had originally woken up in, realizing he must have been the Old Man he was referring to.

Arthur's sharp blue eyes locked onto yours and you felt a thump in your chest as he made his way out to you.

"Nice to see you decided to come out, princess."

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname before turning back to the buildings. "Where are we?"

"If I told you, would you even know?"

You cut your head around to face him, ready to rhetoric, but upon realizing he was right you chose to stay quiet.

The Atlantean sighed. "We're up north of Iceland, in a small fishing town. Low key place. I'm waiting for some friends, but in the meantime," he held out a hand to you, "Would you like to get a drink?"

Before you could speak, to your great and utter annoyance, you felt a tinge in your stomach followed by a deep growl.

"Or… Something to eat?" he offered with a small chuckle.

Your hand cusped your belly while you looked out to the village and then back to the king of Atlantis. Still shaken by the documents he had given you on Loki but still torn by your desire to get back to Asgard to avoid any conflicts, you realized starving to death wouldn’t help your cause. “Alright,” you answered, though you didn’t take his hand.

He instead changed stance and pointed towards the docking ramp to the side. “After you, princess.”

The two of you made your way out onto the deck where a few others were busy working, some toting nets full of live, jumping fish, some working aboard their own boats, while many just stopped what they were doing to watch as you passed.

It wasn’t for another second that you realized they weren’t watching you, they were watching him.

The king of Atlantis, ruler of the seven seas, a man among men. Towering over most of them, Arthur didn’t hold the same level of cockiness you had seen in him before. As he waved to the few that called out to him, you couldn’t help notice that they all held the same look of praise in their eyes while he looked out with a humble tone.

Down where the deck met the land, an older boy was trying to move an overloaded wheelbarrow filled with logs. He was trying to compose himself, but the struggle was evident. Arthur hurried his pace towards him, calling out, “Would you like a hand, Kristofer?”

The boy looked up immediately, gasped something in another language and shook his head, “Oh, no, I couldn’t ask that of you-”

“Come on, be like that, here.” Arthur grabbed hold of the wheelburrow’s handles, beaming a large smile to reassure him as he asked, “Where are we headed?”

The boy thanked him profusely as he led the two of you down a dirt path between two storefronts. Around the back, the boy opened a door into one of the shops and had Arthur wheel the wood inside. The boy bowed a head to you and let you go in before closing the door behind himself.

Inside, it was illuminated by a single lightbulb hanging overhead that gently flickered on and off. It was a seperate room from the store, a storage area you assumed based on the amount of crates setting around.

“Please allow me to show my thanks, I can get something for you from the kitchen! And I know my modir would love to see you!”

Glancing back towards you, he agreed once you gave a nod of approval. The boy showed Arthur a spot to park the barrow then asked you both to follow him through the door into the main area. There were tables set up with a few patrons that were chit chatting away until they turned and saw the Atlantean appear.

They stopped speaking, stopped eating, all to admire the king. He either didn’t notice or brushed it off as he followed the boy to a table in the farthest corner. The two of you sat down while the boy eagerly ran off to get his mother.

“Everyone here seems to know you,” you couldn’t help but remark.

“Ha, they should, I’ve been here several times in the last six years.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “Different things. They had a nasty problem with whaling ships coming through and killing off the humpbacks that migrated this way. Another time a band of pirates tried to take the town hostage. But it’s not always big things, I’ve come to help them figure out why their fish populations were dropping, I’ve led some kids up to another island to help rescue some abandoned baby seals.”

“It sounds like you’re a blessing to them,” you couldn’t help but note, “No wonder they look at you like they do.”

In his normal, arrogant way, he leaned over the table towards you then rationalized, “It’s almost like I’m a hero.”

Rolling your eyes, you straightened up in your chair at the sight of a short, round woman speed walking her way towards your table with an assortment of things arranged precariously on a tray. She set it on the table, huffing out of breath before looking between you and Arthur with a grand smile stamped on her face.

“It’s an honor to have the Konungur here. Thank you so much for helping my sonur, please feel free to ask for anything while you are here.” She waved her hands over the smorgasbord she brought, “Enjoy, vinur.”

He thanked her as she left, reaching out to the tray to set up a bowl. You stared at the piles of things, not exactly sure where to start with the arrangement of things in front of you.

“Here,” Arthur offered, setting the bowl he prepared beside you, “This is hafragrautur, it’s basically boiled oats. What you do is,” he spooned on a mixture of seeds and fruit, “See, these are sunflower seeds and some goji berries. It’s how I like to eat it.” He gave you a sincere smile as he set a spoon inside the bowl. “Go ahead, give it a try.”

You quirked your head to the side, lifting the spoon to eye level to examine the mixture. Taking a sniff, you breathed in the sweetness and warmth of the sugary oats. You took a tentative bite, then hummed in delight as you went to get another taste.

The Atlantean watched you gorge in satisfaction before offering, “Here, try this.” On the plate was a sliced loaf of brown bread with dark red goo piled on top. “Rye bread and some jam.” You took it from him and chomped down, letting out a longer hum as the flavors mingled on your tongue.

You hadn’t even realized how hungry you were until you looked down at your empty bowl and plate. Giving the last bite an extra hard swallow, you noticed how dry your throat had become.

“Oh, sorry, here,” he handed you a small white cup with black liquid inside. “Drink.”

Taking it, you hastily went to quench your thirst but as soon as you had a mouth full, you were stunned by the overwhelming bitterness filling your mouth. In pure instinct, you wanted to spit it out but after years of preparation of acting like a dignified representative of your people, dealing with bad tastes of traditional cuisine was something you had mastered. Swallowing what had unfortunately made it to your mouth, you set the glass down.

Having seen the entire breakdown on your face and watching you force the coffee down your throat, Arthur went to absolute hysterics as you pushed the cup away and solemnly offered, "I appreciate it immensely, but I'm not sure I can stomach that."

"I'm sorry," he got out, "Here, this isn't so bad."

He handed you another cup, this time with something you recognized: milk. You drank it gladly as Arthur kept watching you with the same lucid grin on his face. When you finished you looked up to meet his gaze.

"Thank you. For the food," you specified.

"You're welcome, princess." The two of you finished off the tray in just minutes before the boy from before came by with a tall jug and two mugs.

"Modir wanted me to bring you some bjor-"

"Yes, absolutely!" Arthur exclaimed as he took the pitcher and glasses. The boy hastily removed the tray with one final smile before departing. "Now this is what I wanted," he admitted while filling up both cups and presenting you with one.

Your brow quirked at the deep amber liquid, taking a suspicious sniff. "It smells like mead?"

"It's pretty close from what Thor's told me. Less sweet, though. Give it a try."

He held up his cup to yours and after a second of hesitation, you raised it to clink against his and drank it down in one swallow.

"Oh, so, you drink drink, huh?" he laughed.

"I've had my share."

"Want another?"

You took in a breath, not feeling anything relative to a buzz you'd normally have from drinking alcohol from Vanaheim. Looking back at the pitcher, you surmised this Midgardian brew must not be as strong as what you normally consumed, so you agreed.

If you were going to be stranded in this otherworld, then you could at least try and ease some of the stress that came with it.

After all, what was the worst that could happen?

*****

Loki got to Zaire’s door but rather than let the soldier announce his presence, he took a moment to compose himself. Running a hand over his face, he took in one last deep breath before nodding an approval his way.

“King Loki,” he presented, though Loki was already walking past him.

The sooner this was handled, the sooner he could rest.

"Your highness," Zaire pledged, lowering himself to a bow. Your chambermaid, Mariana, curtsied at his side, but didn't look up.

Loki didn't pay much attention to her, feeling himself feeling anxious to hear what he was summoned for.

"What is it you have to tell me, Lord Zaire? It's been a rather long night-"

"My niece's maid has something to confess."

Loki couldn't hide the immediate surprise and confusion he felt as his eyes darted to Mariana, who hung her head even lower, her shoulders giving a slight tremble as she spoke. "L-last n-night I-I…"

Zaire, his voice chillingly calm, pressed her, "Go ahead, girl. Tell the king what you told me."

Her fingers dug into her dress and though she still didn't look up, she went on, "I, I helped…" Like a bad taste, she managed to spit out, "I helped dr-drug my mistress."

Loki's eyes widened, his blood ran cold.

"What?"

Zaire placed a hand on the back of the maid's neck giving her a sharp shake. "Go on."

"The, the king from At-Atlantis. He had me put, put something in her, her tea so-so he could take her." Her words shook as tears began coming down her cheeks.

Loki felt absolutely dumbstruck by this information.

Thor might have felt his friend was trustworthy, that he was a hero, but what kind of man would do such a thing?

"Your majesty, I don't think I need to explain why I am unsatisfied with you simply sending your brother to collect my niece." Zaire released the maid with a slight push, moving towards Loki as he expressed, "Thor brought that man here. He invited him into this kingdom, as far as I can see it, he is just as much to blame as the Atlantean."

"I told you, my brother will bring Lady y/n back to us, to you. He will be back by nightfall, he gave his word."

The newly appointed king of Asgard felt a heavy weight in his chest at the notion, knowing that his brother could very well may not be willing to fight someone he deems a comrade. Or worse, could possibly come to change sides.

It wouldn’t be the first time he turned against his brother.

Not to mention what if the king managed to take you to Atlantis, a place in which no one was able to locate in a millennium.

But he wasn't about to voice that concern.

Seeing the turmoil in Loki's eyes, Zaire went further, "I demand something be done to bring her back."

"What exactly do you propose I do, your lordship?"

Holding out his hands like he was on the brink, he pleaded, "Go yourself. Ensure my darling y/n is returned without harm."

At the suggestion, Loki's jaw tightened as his eyes darkened. "You want me to go to Midgard?"

"Not just you, I will accompany you. I mean to see my niece safely returned, and I mean to see it with my own eyes."

Loki turned his eyes to the still sobbing Mariana and then to the floor. He didn't know how it would appear to the 'heroes' of Midgard if he just appeared, demanding his bride be returned to him.

"King Loki, if I may speak freely?" Rather than answer, his eyes went to the ambassador who continued, "The kingdom just lost their king and queen. You just lost your future bride. This is the time to act to ensure you can get her back unharmed. As a king, you need to show you are not a man to be trifled with."

"That sounds like a war declaration, Lord Zaire," Loki noted coldly. "And I don't mean to break a peaceful alliance with anyone." When your uncle looked like he would protest, Loki spoke in a chilling tone. "But I have no such alliances with Atlantis. Give me a moment to make arrangements," he started walking towards the door, "We leave for Midgard in the hour. Be ready, and meet me at the Bifrost."

The soldier nervously followed his long out the door, which Zaire closed them.

A sly grin stretched across his lips before calming enough to turn to the still upset handmaiden.

“Oh, stop your crying,” Zaire snapped, stepping towards her. “I need to get ready to leave.”

“I, I just do-don’t understand, m’lord…” she cried once more, “Why, why did you have me l-lie? It was y-you...”

“Sh, sh, sh,” he consoled, bringing her into an embrace as she convulsed from trying to control her tears. He took her head gently in his hand and turned her to look up at him. Her face was contorted in grief from crying since the moment you had been taken, and the slobbering mess of her was enough to make Zaire want to lash out, but he calmed down enough to keep his voice level. “Dear girl, the reasons are beyond your understanding. Just know this is the best for the larger scale of what is to come.”

“Wha-what’s to come, m’lord?”

His smile reappeared, making Mariana want to recoil but unable to move from his grip.

“A revolution.”

His hand moved around from the back of her head, taking a moment to clear some of the tears still falling from her swollen eyes. “But, I’m afraid for this to work, I must be sure you will never tell a soul about this.”

The grief in her eyes gave way to instant fear as she stared wide eyed up into Zaire’s face.

“I, I would never, I won’t, no, m’lord, I wouldn’t, I swear.”

“Sh, sh, sh,” he affirmed, bringing her head back against his chest to cry. He presented a small knife, about the length of his finger, behind her head as his brushed his fingers through her hair. “I know you won’t.”

*****

There was nothing quite like being wrong, and where you were right now, you hadn't even realized just how wrong you were.

It turned out Midgardian alcohol was potent, enough so that your inhibitions were gone.

You and Arthur drank three more pitchers, opening up more and more to one another as your walls got lower and lower. You told him about growing up in Vanaheim, about different lessons you had, things that you painted, how you had once broken a man's arm at an event when he had groped you.

That made Arthur laugh so hard beer came out his nose.

You also learned more about the god of Atlantis. He was actually half Midgardian and half Atlantrean. He didn't even get accepted into Atlantis until he had to imprisoned his war hungry half brother and inexplicably inherited the king of the seven seas and a Triton powerful enough to stop just about anything.

For a split second, the faintest thought of his Triton against Gungnir came to mind.

But you shook that sobering thought away and chased it down with another drink.

You were so busy distracting yourself, you hadn't noticed how close Arthur had become until his arm brushed against u ours. Glancing over the rim of your glass, you arched a brown before closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath.

"Has your chair always been up against mine?"

The usual jokable girn he held subsided to a more sincere smile. He leaned in, so close in fact that you could smell the salt of the sea in his beard, tangled with the slight scent of alcohol and spice on his breath. “No, but, you see, the view from this particular seat here, it’s just,” his large hand came up to your delicate face to brush a strand of hair back from your gaze, “It’s incredible.”

You lost your breath, but as soon as you inhaled, you cut your eyes away. “You shouldn’t speak like that.”

Arthur tilted his head to the side, his eyes squinting as if he simply didn’t see your meaning. “I’m only paying you a compliment.”

“You know nothing can come of this,” you reminded him, still unable to look back to him. “I’m engaged to Prince Loki.”

“Can I ask you something, princess?” You only turned your eyes towards him as he went on, “Why? Why are you so hell bent on going back to Asgard?”

Taking a slow breath, you turned your body to face him, only slightly hesitating at the feel of his thigh against your own as you tried to answer him as well as you could after all the alcohol in your system. “I have been raised as far back as I can remember to be a bride to the king of Asgard. It’s my soul duty and purpose in life to keep the peace between the Vanir and Asir.”

“But why?”

Blinking you were confused by the follow up question. “What do you mean why, it’s because I was raised-”

“You don’t do things because you’re raised a certain way. You choose to do them.” His head gently shook as he argued, “If someone told you from the start that you were a rock, would you believe them?”

Your mouth opened but closed again as you kept in a huff. “Are you comparing being entrusted with my people's well being to being a lump of granite?”

“No, I’m simply saying-”

Standing so abruptly the chair flew back, you stared down at Arthur though as tall as he was, wasn’t far from your own face. “I think I’d like to retire to the ship.”

“Y/n, I’m so-”

“I am doing as you asked, King of Atlantis. I’m choosing.” Walking towards the store’s front door, you picked up speed as you heard Arthur get up from his seat to follow.

The whole way back towards teh ship, as you angrily stomped your way without giving him a single glance, you could hear him calling out to you, only to be stopped by villagers who recognized him. Not wanting to be rude, he didn’t brush past them, giving you ample time to get away.

On deck, the Old Man was asleep in the captians chair behind the steering wheel in the glass box. Flying down the ladder, you went back to the room you were in before and sat down on your cot.

In no time, Arthur came through the door.

“Y/n…”

“Please,” you requested in an even tone without looking up, “Please, just go away.”

“No.”

This time you did meet his eyes, and seeing the tears swelled up in them was enough to leave you breathless.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I really am, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.” When you didn’t immediately ask him to leave again, he came closer. “I just, I don’t think you realize what you’re getting into, or what I’m really offering.”

There was an unmistakable rattle in your chest as you managed to speak. “Did you know I was first promised to Thor?”

Arthur stopped in his tracks.

“That is, until he took up in Midgard and fell in love with a local woman. Then I just followed the rule of succession and, " you waved your hand into the air," landed at Loki’s feet. He will be crowned king of Asgard and I will be his wife. Both arrangements orchestrated by my uncle.” Now you stood, taking a step towards him. “So forgive me if I’m not ready to accept any help from a man I hardly know that thinks sharing a blood bond with Zaire is worth its weight in anything.”

Your lips pressed tight as you fought not to cry, hearing the words come out so dry and simple.

But they weren't simple.

And they weren’t dry.

This was your life and everyone tossed you back and forth like a bone amongst a pack of dogs.

Arthur's eyes darkened as he his hands came out and took yours, their warmth surprising from how cold the air was. "It doesn't have to be like that, y/n," he spoke in a low tone, "I'm giving you a way out, I'm giving you another option."

You went to look away, feeling the sharp sting of tears threaten to fall when the Atlantean took your chin and held your gaze. His mouth opened to speak, but rather than let out coherent words, his brow furrowed as if in confusion. "You're eyes…"

Your brow furrowed at the half made remark. "What about my eyes?"

"They, they just…." He gently traced his thumb across your cheek as he elaborated, "It's like when you see a storm brewing in the distance: the waters are a deadly still, the sky dark, the wind begins to pick up. But… even though it's about to unleash hell, there's that one, extraordinary moment where the world just freezes in time, giving them this one last second to realize how beautiful life is before its swept away."

You wanted to pull away.

You wanted to slap his hand from your face.

You wanted to tell him he was making a mistake.

Yet even as you watched his eyes close and his face lean in, you did absolutely nothing to stop his lips from meeting yours. A tidal wave crashed into you as you fought the urge to kiss him back.

Slowly, Arthur pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes first closed before opening to meet yours. “I know how you feel, y/n. I'm the kid of a human and an Atlantian, my birth was meant to unite the two. Before I could even say my first words, my life had been given this... incredible purpose, this meaning that I didn't even understand when I finally saw it. So, I do know what it means to feel the responsibility of the world. Two worlds, even. I didn't mean to sound disrespectful. I only meant… there is a way to protect your people that doesn’t require giving yourself to Loki.”

“Why?’ you snapped, taking a step back, out of his hold. “So that I can give myself to you?”

At that his demeanor shifted. He closed the distance between you in one long stride, neither one of you breaking contact or backing down. His eyes held a darkness you had never seen, like the calm right before the storm, that eerie stillness just before everything came crashing down.

That’s when he kissed you for a second time, though this one was much less gentle. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, cupping the base of your skull while the other brought your lower back against his body. Your arms went up immediately to push him off, but just as his lips crashed into yours, you were too stunned to actually move. His lips parted against yours, and no matter how hard you willed not to, your body wouldn’t cooperate. In a moment of pure passion, his tongue flooded your mouth. Your flavors danced between you while hands hungrily grabbed at one another through your clothes.

It wasn’t until his fingers began undoing his own pants that you gathered yourself enough to pull back, “No, no, no,” you repeated. Arthur raised a hand up to your face, lacing his fingers back through your loose hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“We, we can’t do this,” you spoke in hurried whispers as you fought the urges that started eating away inside of you. “If Loki were to find out…”

“Y/n, Loki isn’t here. And even if he was, it wouldn’t matter.” He reached forward, taking hold of your hips and bringing them against his body. There was something animalistic about the icy stare he gave you, the deep husk of his voice as he told you, “I want you to come back to Atlantis with me.”

You shook your head, stepping back while narrowing your eyes up at him. “No, Arthur. It doesn’t matter what you want, you’re a king. You have your people to think of, just like I have mine. And I’m not afraid of Loki, it’s his father who will come with his armies. The same armies that nearly decimated my home.”

“I don’t care what they can do, don’t you see? I want you, y/n,” Arthur spoke with absolution, his strong hands moving down the length of your body, keeping you against him. “And make no mistake, once I want something, I don't stop until I get it.”

You shook your head. “Not this. I’m not yours to take. You need to send me back to Asgard. I can explain this was all just a misunderstanding, I can soothe it over before it becomes a war between the realms, I can-”

“Your uncle made your traditions pretty clear,” the king spoke darkly, raising his bandaged hand so you could see. “This blood oath is binding. I swore to protect you and that’s what I intend to do. Going back is out of the question.”

Bringing your hands up between your bodies, you shot out, “And what did he offer you in return?” When he looked stunned by the question, you took advantage and stepped back from him. “Was it me? Are you just supposed to be the next man I’m to pledge myself to based on what he says?”

You were disappointed. In him. In your uncle. In yourself.

“You’ll start a war over me, your highness? You’ll cost innocent people their lives all over some woman you don’t even know, based on the words of a man you just met...”

“Wars have been fought for far less, princess.” His words startled you to the point you didn’t move away when he came forward, his hand going around your waist.

“Please,” you breathed, barely above a whisper for fear of letting loose a cry, a whimper, a moan, just before his lips met yours. “Please don’t do this.”

His eyes stayed focused on yours, and you couldn’t help but see a storm forming inside of his soul. “Y/n-”

The abrupt darkness was enough to get both of your attention for a split second, but it was the loud, horrendous lightening that light up the sky that sent a jolt through both of your bodies. The following thunder erupted in such a way that you thought you could feel it in your very bones.

The two of you looked back to each other in a panic and at the same time knew what was happening.

The god of thunder was on Midgard.

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