#frigga mentions being his mother and loki's family tree in his mind is just going crazy

[worstloki]

AU where odin says that loki is a laufeyson and he comes to the completely logical conclusion that odin and laufey were married at some point

[starshipsofstarlord]

Right Hand Woman | Part Two

Summary; your father is dead, just as you and Loki had planned. All that stands in the way of your reign over both the Cold Shores and Asgard, is your partner’s one eyed adopted parent.

Warnings; mentions of death, deception, brief smut (oral sex, fem receiving), attempts of murder

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Frigga frowned, suspecting something the moment that she caught Loki sneaking into her and Odin’s chambers. It was not wise to trust the boy so easily, whilst she felt tremendous love towards her found son, he was the god of mischief.

And so she watched him from the corner, cloaked by her own witted spell, and studied how he rummaged through the room. “Damn you father!” He whisper shouted to himself, and that was whence his witch of a mother made her presence known.

A soft yet malleable frown cast over Loki’s sly features, as he gulped inherently. “What is it that burdens you my boy?” If only she knew the full extension of the answer to that, but he would not curse her with the details.

“Odin.” That was how he labelled him as; the king. Not his father. “The man that you are wedded to has hidden the book of counsel once again from me. If I wish to be a husband, then I must read and study its contents, for it is not everyday that anyone from the nine realms marries a god.”

With relief indulging her airway, Frigga sighed. At least he was searching for something worthwhile, rather than an item or clue that could get him in attentive trouble.

“Loki.” His name surpassed the barrier of her bewitched lips, earning her child’s attention. “I shall find it for you, but be aware that there is no rush to become one with y/n so soon. It is certain that she is still experiencing the shock and mourning of her father.”

An inclination to smirk at the mention of the dead man arose in Loki’s chest, however he kept his face mute of amusement, and instead, looked up at his favourite parent. She knew, as he noticed his inclination to spill all, that he was holding a secret close to his chest. But he had never been one to be entirely truthful, and so instead of berating him about it, she left him alone.

“I suppose.” He didn’t. It was a white lie in his eyes, but a vast one in the eyes of his family, with the sorrow pent up in y/n. She was far from sad, rather, he was the only one that could see how truly joyous she was concerning the fall of her father.

The small spilt tears were a lie, all to deceive the Odinson tree. Thor was certainly the most gullible of all when witnessing it, he would order the guards to abandon their duties to go and fetch her something to dry her eyes on, and if they were not fast enough, he would do the job himself.

It was truly a sight to behold though as Odin would nurture her with caring phrases, and lay a comforting hand upon her slunk shoulder, praising her for having some sense.

Loki’s family knew that it had been difficult, protecting herself whilst in the meanwhile wearing her father’s blood upon her hands. It showed her loyalty to the youngest of Odin’s sons, and that was what they wanted in a dame.

“That poor girl.” Frigga reminisced all that she had heard regarding the death of the opposing king, that had once been an ally. “Killing her own father, it must have come with some difficulty.”

The man was assured that there had been none, y/n had wanted to do such amends in a great long time. However, she had to wait for the perfect moment, so that Odin could be blessed of the sight of her above her father’s carcass.

“Perhaps, but it has shown me how perfect she is for marriage material. We aren’t even combined into one yet, and she has already proven her loyalty, presenting that she has the same image for Asgard and the Cold Shores in her peripheral.”

His mother, whom was married into the line of the throne, sighed. She felt great pity for y/n, for she felt torn; but ultimately, chose herself over her father’s selfish wishes. And through his actions, y/f/n had broken the contract and his own blessing of allowing Loki to take her hand.

The same image. If there was one thing that Frigga had nervous thoughts about, it was Loki, and his problematic situation in wanting the throne. But to the dismay of the trickster god, it was promised to his brother Thor; the real heir of Odinson royalty. And though Frigga adored Loki as though he were her own son, because essentially he was, her trust in him regarding his hunger to rule Asgard was thin, like a silver platter.

Y/n sat, pondering her decisions. She liked Odin, despite him being like all kings, even if he had turned over a new leaf in the latest centuries. He had adorned the rivers of Valhalla with bloodshed, passing through the nine realms with his weapon unsheathed, pooling blood so that in return he could take the gold that the men and women harboured so slyly.

Her father had done the same thing, but he had been much more humble regarding his lifestyle. A grand and glorious display of buildings had not been considered necessary in y/f/n’s rich eyes. Instead, he opted to remain vigilant, living in hoisted tents, so that he had the freedom to move him and his people about as he pleased.

But he had wanted to depart from his only child, in order to gain another ally, but in doing so, he had lost that trust with Asgard. And now she was the heir of his ruins, but she had left with the man that had reckoned pain upon his people for his treachery.

The only thing that was left in their plan, was to kill Odin. It was rather simple thinking of it, however proceeding to do so would be a far different story. And first, so that their power was in conjunction, her and Loki needed to marry. She found no problem in doing so, especially since it was one of her greatest desires to do so already.

She was laid beneath the sheets of the guest room that was supplied to her, adorned in nothing but her underwear. One feature of her icy homelands that she was used to was the cold. Here, it felt so warm, she felt enclosed by the heat; trapped even.

As a child, she often wore a red nose, hardly feeling the end of it, as snow would balance upon it, and fall around every inch outside of her tent. But in Asgard, a place that she had visited many a time, she was sweltering. A part of her feared that it was a flaw granted by karma, for killing her father.

There was some truth to her lies; he had wanted her to wed another that was not Loki, but she didn’t tell him of whom, knowing that he would grown furious and insecure, and surely take everything that he was feeling out on her competing suitor.

However, she had deceived his father as well, made Odin believe that he was trying to pass y/n onto another kingdom. Instead, y/f/n had been talking of with his lower level colleagues, that he was considering Thor as a replacement for the sorcerer prince.

That was an idea that she was not fond of. Whilst she got along well enough with Thor, she loved Loki, it was simple as that. And she was against anyone, even if it be family, trying to rip apart the contract of her childhood dream; to wed the sneaky, yet charming prince.

Y/n was ripped from her thoughts as knuckles rapped on the display of double doors, that lead into the room that she was currently occupying. “You may enter.” She informed whomever was wishing to see her on the other side, the door groaning open as a sleek and fetching man entered.

Loki made sure to close the barricade behind him, walking closer to his future wife with purpose in each step that he instructed. “Beloved y/n...”

“Did you find it?” She asked, referring to the last piece to fill in their mystical puzzle. Her brow quirked, watching as her to be husband exasperatedly sighed, combing a talented hand through his long black locks.

“No, but my mother has taken upon herself to aid us in doing so.” His green and keen eyes looked down upon her, gently hoisting her to be on her feet by a carefully tugging on her arm.

“This needs to be sped up my love, otherwise they will catch onto our intentions before we can complete them.” Y/n tried to pace, however, Loki kept a grip on her, refraining her from doing so. And so she was kept right before him, in a face to face manner, frozen like the ropes of water by her original home and his birth place.

“Relax for a moment, there needn’t be a rush.” Loki cooed at her, brushing through her hair with an underlying content. “To distract you, I am here, and I will do anything to remove your mind from all that troubles you.”

He lightly pushed down one of her shoulders, making her fall elegantly back on the bed, her bare breasts bouncing as she fell. Loki licked his lips at the sight, raking his cold fingertips up her thighs, parting them to his will. “Did you know that it was me that had intention to pester you at this time, or were you prepared to allow any nimble soldier see you so- so open for their unworthy pupils to devour?”

“I knew it was you Loki.” She rolled her y/e/c eyes, resting on her forearms on the fresh fabric, that rubs tenderly against her skin. “Otherwise, I’d have not answered, making them search the grounds for me until they persisted you with having an inability to find me.”

“Little minx.” Loki smirked, rubbing softly on the insides of your thighs. He crept closer, collapsing between y/n’s spread legs, rutting his covered cock over the promise that came with marriage. “I cannot wait for us to bind together in an established union, that will be recognised by all, and we will never be mistake for a pair of lovesick fools ever again.”

“And when we reign, all will know that we are not to be reckoned with.” Y/n reached up, guiding his hands lower. “But until then, I want you to ruin me, until I am screaming loud enough for all the habitants in nearby rooms to hear.” Her eyes were glazed, Loki licked his lips as he swept down, casting his mouth passionately upon hers.

His raven tendrils swayed around them like a curtain, enclosing their faces in an intimate proximity. Whilst his mouth explored her own, content sighs renegading from his lover’s busy mouth, his hands slipped down, finding penance at her waist.

They traced the outline of her underwear, teasingly moving underneath the sides, making y/n flutter with anticipation. Her cheeks grew warm as she looked down at her partner in treachery, letting out a startled gasp whence he ripped the seams, discarding of the useless material.

He ran his slippery, cursing lips up her leg, tracing them sensually around the budding lips of her pussy. Y/n nestled her head into the comfort below, watching with Loki with dazed eyes, that were heavily plagued by the dreariness of her lids.

“By the gods!” In an instant, he had suctioned his mouth around her entirety, suckling with his cat like pupils boring up at his lover in ecstasy. He always got what he wanted, and he would marry this princess, and then, their journey throughout royalty would continue.

The occasion had finally arrived. Odin stood at the centre of the platform, between the two lovers. With gratitude to his mother Frigga, Loki sent her a pleased nod, before once more tuning his attention back onto his lovely fiancé.

All of Asgard watched dearly from below, holding onto their kings every word as he spoke the age old coronation into a pairing’s vows. His speech was slow, and it made y/n slightly antsy.

She wanted to marry Loki, and despite going through the prior orchestration of doing so, she wanted nothing more than for the process to speed itself up. But she remained silent, and apparently patient to all that stared with fawning smiles.

It wasn’t everyday that the royals were wed, and the citizens of the plain were in for a treat. It was something that was viewed sparingly, for their children that would be procreated in the distant future would hear tales of such a collision of two people, not actually baring witness to the ongoing.

Odin cleared his ancient throat, folding the scroll back into its exterior, and declared the emission and final act. “Y/n, of the cold shores, do you take my son, Loki, to be your partner for as long as you live?”

“I do, King Odin.” Her childhood dreams were being brought to light, after all this time. They had waited a thousand years for this exact moment, and every second that she had thought and not acted on it had been essentially worth it.

Loki stood across from her, their hands intertwined in the space between their bodies. There was a glimmer sparkling in his devious eyes, and y/n gulped at the sight of it. As happy as she felt, there was a brewing in the pit of her stomach, for she knew the god far too well.

“Loki, of Asgard, do you take the woman before you, y/n, to be your wife for your eternity?” The green eyed prince smiled across at her, giving her shaking fingers a comforting squeeze.

“I do, father.”

“Then, you may kiss your partner to seal the vow.” Y/n had an exhausting smile pinching her cheeks, and as Loki swiftly removed his hands from her own, she moved closer.

But that look had returned, and before she could stop him, he had slipped a blade out from his sleeve, and directed its spear tip towards Odin. This was not the time or the place for the violence, but the deed was done; they were exposed.

[btsinwonderland]

A Drop of Poison - Ch. 5: Dinner

A Loki fanfiction!

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As the stone gargoyle stopped, its last movement echoed through the Headmistress's chambers. At first glance, there was her desk, which seemed more the size of a bed than a table. On it were papers, books, bottles, and a large tray for her mail. Several trinkets and baubles were strewn across the desk, on the edge of which perched a beautiful phoenix bird that idly observed you and Professor Laufeyson enter the room. It ruffled a wing, and a small feather fell to the ground. You walked over to it and the creature raised its head, watching you. You stopped, and it clicked its beak once, as if giving you permission. Its eyes were very much aware and held an aura of deep intelligence. You picked up the feather and observed its gorgeous array of teal and aquamarine with flecks of gold at the tip. Professor Laufeyson smirked at you curiously before moving on.

Behind the Headmistress’s desk was a wall, where paintings of the former heads of Hogwarts hung, along with regional maps and a rather large painting of a giant tree in outer space. The wall blocked off an area of the room where you heard the clinking of plates and cutlery.

“Come in Loki and Freya!” You heard Headmistress Frigga’s voice. Your heart lurched when she said your name. Of course she knew you were there.

You followed Professor Laufeyson into the area behind her office. He took your book, despite your panicked expression, and placed it on a stool. You kept glancing at it as if it might disappear again.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be right here. No books at the dinner table,” he said in a low voice.

You sighed and reluctantly let your eyes wander. There was a beautiful oak table that was covered in glass. The slice of wood underneath had a blue light etched into it with violent streaks. You marvelled at the glow as Headmistress Frigga ushered you to sit down.

“This wood was captured at the moment of a great storm, and the pattern you see here was made by lightning. The light comes from the plasma itself, which has been preserved all these years with a sealing spell.”

You raised your eyebrows as you sat down and traced the rippling light along the glass. “It’s beautiful,” you said.

Professor Laufeyson sat down across from you and smiled at his mother. “Mother, what a pleasure it is to see you. You have not aged a day since I last saw you; your beauty is everlasting.”

“You must think I’m a piece of bread that needs to be buttered so thoroughly, Loki,” she said with a laugh.

He looked away with his mouth in a thin line. You concealed a smile. Perhaps this evening would be less mortifying than you thought.

Headmistress Frigga placed the last of the napkins on the table and looked at her handiwork. “Good, now we just need Thor.”

“Being on time was never his forte,” Professor Laufeyson said, casually picking a piece of lint off his shirt.

At that, heavy footsteps entered the chamber, and Professor Odinson walked in. His face was streaked in dried mud and his hair had chunks of dirt in it.

“Did you get dragged out of a pigsty?” Headmistress Frigga said sternly, waving her wand at him. He was immediately cleaned up as he patted his chest and arms, looking for smudges or marks.

“Thank you, mother,” he said. “No, it was a mess of a practice. The storm is only getting worse. There’s a Gryffindor-Slytherin match coming up this week and I need to get the students ready. The Wilson boy has joined the serpents team as their new seeker, and he’s very good.” He stopped talking once he noticed you and glanced at Professor Laufeyson. “Freya, I did not expect to see you here...at a family dinner.”

Your face warmed up, and you looked down at your plate, searching for the words. Professor Laufeyson interjected. “She’s my guest. A reward, for being such a prize pupil.” You glanced at him and he looked utterly serious.

“Prize pupil, eh?” Professor Odinson said as he sat down beside you. He smelled of earth and soil; a warm sort of scent.

“Well, your brother has deemed her worthy for my cooking at the least, and my dear, I’m not sure if that’s much of a prize,” Headmistress Frigga said as she waved her wand and a heavy looking white dish floated over to the center of the table.

The smell of meat and potatoes filled your nose, and your stomach rumbled loudly. You muttered an embarrassed apology. Professor Odinson laughed and patted your shoulder. “Too busy studying, I see! With that work ethic, you’ll make an excellent auror in no time.”

Headmistress Frigga waved her wand to dish out the stew on everyone’s plate. Professor Laufeyson raised a brow at you. “An auror, is that your goal, Miss Eves?”

You cleared your throat. “Well, I’m not sure. I’m still thinking about what I want to do…”

“Smart girl, there’s still time. You’re so young,” Headmistress Frigga said, as a warm buttered bread roll landed on everyone’s plate.

“It’s just what the ministry needs, more witches and wizards to indoctrinate,” Professor Laufeyson said.

Professor Odinson bit into a buttered roll. “The ministry isn’t indoctrinating anybody, they have rules, Loki. People need rules,” he said, pointing with the half-eaten roll in his hand.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” he replied, leaning back. He gracefully popped a carrot into his mouth and you could not help but get caught in the subtle movement of his lips. He caught you looking at him and his mouth twitched slightly.

“The world would fall into chaos if we didn’t have any rules,” Professor Odinson said.

Professor Laufeyson smiled mischievously. “Perhaps the world needs a bit of chaos,” he said, eyes flashing.

“It is nice to have you both in the same room again,” Headmistress Frigga said with a gentle smile, looking at both her sons. She sipped a bit of wine and then took a bite of stew. “Oh bother, it seems I’ve forgotten the salt again.”

You continued to eat as they discussed mostly surface topics. Professor Odinson talked about the new Quidditch lineup for every country participating in the world cup this year. Headmistress Frigga mentioned news about the school; they were going to increase security since there were more students found out of bed despite the warnings to stay away from the Forbidden Forest. Professor Laufeyson very sneakily caught your eye and winked as she said this. This caused you to nearly choke on your potatoes and cough rather ungracefully, which earned you a chuckle from Professor Laufeyson.

You ate until you were stuffed and found yourself observing Professor Laufeyson as he talked to his family. He seemed attentive and present, yet there was something about his eyes that seemed distant; almost calculating. What went on in his mind was well beyond your comprehension and so you decided to concentrate on a newly conjured pile of rather delicious looking apple turnovers sitting on the side table.

Everyone had gotten up at this point while Headmistress Frigga cleaned up the dishes. Plates, knives, and forks floated in line into a dish tray, which disappeared with a flick of her wand once it was full. She went around the corner to find her shaker of cinnamon and cayenne for the turnovers while Professor Odinson and Laufeyson went back to the main office area. You wandered over to the wall, away from view, but within earshot.

“Why did you bring Freya here?” Professor Odinson said.

Professor Laufeyson laughed. “Are we having some sort of private meeting to discuss our sinister family affairs? You’ve grown so serious without my presence.”

You heard heavy shuffling of feet; it was Professor Odinson. “That was not of my choice, Loki. You left.”

Professor Laufeyson’s voice went cold. “I left because there was nothing here for me but lies.”

“What about us, your family?”

“What makes us family?”

You waited a few awkward seconds as their conversation went silent. Then Professor Odinson chuckled humorlessly. “This, brother, your contempt makes us family.”

“Turnover?” said Headmistress Frigga, right behind you, and you jumped.

She guided you over to the table where the turnovers were and you saw the phoenix perched beside it, pecking at the large crumbs by its talons. You had not even noticed it come into the room; it’s stealth was admirable. “What a beautiful creature,” you said.

Headmistress Frigga gently pet the top of its head. “Fawkes is bound to die anytime now, she’s been in a dreadful mood lately.” She glanced at you. “Professor Heimdall spoke to me, Freya.”

Your stomach dropped as you realized that the Headmistress must know nearly everything. It would not only be silly to lie to her, but it would be insulting. You decided to be honest. “Professor Heimdall told me that my visions were false.”

“And what do you think?”

You looked back to check if Professor Odinson and Laufeyson were still on the other side of the wall. When you heard their unintelligible voices, you turned back to her and whispered, “they were real.”

She sighed and brushed off some cinnamon from her fingertips. “Professor Heimdall warned you to stay away from Professor Laufeyson, and I’m afraid that I agree with him. My dear, I love my son, but he is a dangerous man now.”

“But, Headmistress, I think I’m getting these visions because I’m supposed to help him.”

Headmistress Frigga crossed her arms and put a hand to her chin. “Puzzling, indeed. You have us, your guides and teachers, telling you one thing. And then, you have your visions, your instincts, telling you the complete opposite.”

“And I don’t know what to do,” you said.

She put her hands on your shoulders and looked at you. Her hair was braided into intricate patterns and on her lips was a soft shade of pink. Just watching her. Anybody could tell that Professor Laufeyson was her son, adopted or not. Every look, every glance; it was just like him, though gentler. “You must do what you think is right. Look inside yourself and see. The trick is that you still might be wrong in the end. But regret comes from empty actions. If you go with a full heart, it will carry you through any circumstances. I cannot tell you which path is the right one, you will have to discover that for yourself.”

Professor Odinson came in and grabbed a turnover from over your shoulder, then popped it into his mouth. “Whatever she’s saying, it’s 100% right.”

Headmistress Frigga laughed. “A mother should be so lucky to have both her sons flatter her so frequently.”

“You will be at the game this Thursday?” Professor Odinson said to you.

“Valkyrie’s first game as captain? I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You said with a smile.

He smiled. “She’s an excellent Quidditch player, perhaps even better than I was at her age.”

You saved that comment in the back of your mind to tell Valkyrie later. No doubt it would excite her for days on end.

“And where is our Potions master?” Headmistress Frigga said, looking past Professor Odinson.

He looked puzzled and glanced behind him. “He was just behind me,” he said.

Professor Laufeyson came around the corner with your book in his hands. “I was simply admiring our mother’s miniature obelisk collection. What a rarity it is,” he said. “Come now, Miss Eves, the hour grows late and we would not want to get you in trouble.” He handed you your book, and you felt the weight of another book underneath. You glanced at him and he gave you a hard stare. Do not say anything, his eyes seemed to say.

You nodded and turned to thank the Headmistress and Professor Odinson for dinner. She smiled at you. “It was a pleasure to have you, my dear. Remember our talk,” she said, sparing a concerned look at her darker haired son.

Professor Odinson nodded and glanced at his brother with a level of suspicion. He seemed to let it go since he said nothing when you both left. You clutched the books close to your heart as Professor Laufeyson walked with you towards the Hufflepuff common room. When you were far enough away, you looked at the book he had given you. The Writings of Odin Borson.

“These were the journals you’ve been searching for,” you said aloud.

Professor Laufeyson snatched the book from your hands before you could look inside. “They are my father’s journals. I have a right to them,” he said.

“Is that why you had to steal them?” You said and immediately realized that was a mistake.

Suddenly, he pushed you against the wall as he towered over your frame. His hand rested on the stone behind your head and he leaned in. “I have been very kind to you, Miss Eves, though you have been sneaking about the school and breaking the rules. Do not test my patience further.”

You trembled as you took in the entirety of his presence. His scent was a strange but alluring mixture of leather and flora. He enveloped you, and you could barely form coherent thoughts. His grey shirt pulled at the buttons near his chest and you could see the swell of his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. You stared at each other for several seconds. His gaze was intimidating, and yet, you did not want to look away.

He was domineering, but you found your voice. “You only brought me tonight to use me as a distraction, not because I’m a star pupil or because you hate awkward family dinners.”

He actually smiled. “Ah, Miss Eves, you do pleasantly surprise me when you catch on. I’m almost impressed.” He regarded you with a raised brow.

“What are you looking for in Odin’s journals? Is it the blue cube?” You blurted out.

His eyes darkened, and all levity fled. “Where did you hear about that?”

You did not respond, unsure whether to reveal your thoughts to him. He grabbed you by the shoulders and squeezed. “Where did you hear about the Tesseract?” His voice was almost a growl. You placed your hands on his chest, holding him there but not pushing away. He looked at you, eyes blazing with a conflicting sort of passion.

Someone cleared their throat in the hallway. “Is everything alright?” Said a voice just behind you both. It was Professor Fandral with crossed arms. He was glaring at Professor Laufeyson.

“Everything is just fine,” Professor Laufeyson said, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I was asking the student,” he said curtly.

You nodded and slid yourself away from Professor Laufeyson’s side. “Professor Laufeyson was helping me up. I nearly fainted, you see. Thank you, sir!” you said breathlessly, walking away from them, towards the Hufflepuff common room.

You were flustered beyond belief and looked back, seeing Professor Laufeyson regard you once again with a sort of surprise. Perhaps he was not sure why you kept covering for him. Your heart pounded out of your chest, though it was not from fear.

The scent of his body followed you, even if you were no longer close to him. The proximity at which he stood and the feel of his warm chest against your hands...Awakened a desire within that you had never thought about nor dreamed of. He had looked so cross, and though you felt a genuine fear, there was something else. Like a dim lamp across a foggy lake, you felt a part of you grow brighter around him. And tonight, it smoldered.

You returned to your room, burning with a need. It was a need that could not wait. You could not think of anything else but giving in to it. You passed your schoolmates with a subtle hello and goodnight and exhaled in relief to find your bedroom empty.

Hopping into the shower, you scrubbed yourself clean. Upon washing the soap off your body, you ran your hands over your chest and your stomach, in small spirals. You thought about Professor Laufeyson, from his blazing cold eyes to his illuminating smile. It felt so taboo for you to touch yourself, thinking of someone you knew and a part of it felt wrong. But you no longer cared. It was not something you could ignore, at least for tonight. Your body actually ached from the thought of him.

You dried yourself with a fluffy blue towel and slipped on a clean nightgown. It was by no means sexy, but speckled with green and orange dots. However, the cotton rubbed comfortably against your skin.

You checked outside your room for any sign of your elusive roommates. Most students were casually reading or conversing, and so you closed the door, returned to your bed and got under the covers. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you lifted your nightgown and ran your hands over your body. You skimmed your fingers over your thighs as you parted them. Your fingers went down a crooked path to your core and your breath hitched when you discovered how wet you already were.

You ran a thumb down your slit in slow movements, up and down. You imagined Professor Laufeyson’s hands on you. Would his tongue be cool or warm? His tongue ran along your neck in this vision, and he laid over you. He whispered unspeakable things into your ear and slid two fingers inside you. You let out a muffled moan. As your fingers pumped in and out, you envisioned him rubbing his hard body against yours. So close. Your skin heated so quickly. You came to the edge and when you opened your eyes, his name slipped from your lips.

“Loki!” you cried out as you climaxed. You ran your fingers over your slit as the aftershocks receded.

Your eyes closed, and you relaxed into your mattress like a stone. The burning need had been dealt with, but to your dismay, you felt the strong pulse of blood underneath your skin. It wanted more. Your body needed more. Stop it! You told yourself. You pulled down your nightgown roughly and switched off the lamp; frustrated despite pleasing yourself.

You gradually drifted away to sleep and in your dreams, Professor Laufeyson did things you hadn’t dared fantasize about. They were the kind of things that made you want to sleep forever.

[wrenhyperfixates]

Of All the Places

Chapter 3

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: Loki battles with new thoughts and feelings as time goes on. While trying to convince himself to leave, he does his best to stop his growing connection to you and Matt. Chapter Warnings: some angst, but also fluff A/N: Third chapter done! For anyone wondering about James, there’s some more information on him in this chapter. And for anyone who saw that other post, this isn’t the super long chapter yet, sorry! Updates every Friday. As always, hope you enjoy :)

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One week later, Loki was ready to leave. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He’d done his best to keep his distance, and yet he kept getting roped into conversations with you. Surely, though, that was wholly due to your persistence and in no part because he was drawn to you. And this family breakfast he was at yet again? Simply because he was addicted to pancakes. It had nothing to do with you, or your family, or your kind eyes. Okay, maybe it had the tiniest bit to do with your kind eyes. The way you looked at him was like nothing he’d ever known before. Frigga had always done it with a gentle love, but it was always reserved and hidden behind a queenly mask. With you, he could see every thought that passed through your mind reflected in your eyes. He shouldn’t have enjoyed being seen as a bird with a broken wing, but the care you gave him was something he quite liked.

“Hey,” you whispered, nudging him in the side as the rest of the table laughed at something. “You ok?”

“Yes. Just lost in thought I suppose.”

“I hate to interrupt,” Mama curtly interjected, “but whispering at the table ain’t polite.”

Ah, now if Loki was looking for a reason to leave, he could certainly find one in Mama. Though you’d been the one to start the hushed conversation, she was looking pointedly at Loki as if he was the instigator. Then again, she acted like every bad thing that happened since his arrival was his fault, even things he had no control over. Maybe spiting her by staying was reason enough for his delayed departure.

“Sorry,” you said before he could deliver a withering insult. “It’s my fault.”

Mama just made a little humming noise in reply that obviously showed she neither blamed you nor appreciated you taking the fall. In the time that Loki had been at your farm, she either avoided him like the plague or dealt thinly veiled insults his way. It was grating on his nerves, but there wasn’t much he could do bar revealing himself as an all-powerful god. Or leaving. That was always an option, he reminded himself.

“Son, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Papa started, ignoring the tension like always, “I’ve misplaced that dang camera again. I’ll find it again soon though, don’t you worry.”

Little did he know, that camera’s disappearing act was entirely due to Loki’s magic. He’d hidden it around the house a number of times, never anywhere too outrageous as to avoid suspicion. Perhaps this time he’d just keep it in a dimensional pocket. Or let Taffy knock it over. Maybe if it was broken, you’d give up on the missing person ad idea. He’d worried that you would just use your phone cameras instead, but Papa was convinced that the quality would not be good enough.

“It is quite alright, sir. Your hospitality is more than enough. In fact, I really ought to be on my way soon,” he finished, throwing a glance at you to gauge your reaction, feeling an odd spark of happiness when you sank down in your seat.

“No!” Matt cried. “I don’t want you to.”

He crossed his arms as if that solved everything. It did, however, soften Loki a little. As it turns out, he was very fond of the little guy. On Asgard he’d never had much time to spend with children, but it seemed like he had inherited his mother’s natural ability to be good with them. Inherited is the wrong word, actually, he bitterly thought to himself. She’s not your real mother, after all.

“Matt, if he wants to leave, we really should let him,” Mama scolded, with an almost hopeful expression.

“Actually, I do not see why I shouldn’t stay a bit longer,” Loki said, flashing a false grin at the woman. “There really is no rush, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “No rush.”

“Well, Loki, since Matt has taken to you so well, maybe you’d like to watch him this afternoon?” Ana asked, pretending she didn’t hear Mama’s latest remark.

“It would be my pleasure,” he responded, surprised by the sincerity of that statement.

The family had still been avoiding giving Loki strenuous tasks, believing that he was just incredibly good at hiding his ailments. To keep up appearances, he pretended to have a particularly bad ache or pain every once in a while. Whenever he did, you’d instantly appear at his side and usher him to a seat. He’d try to get up, but you would tell him to stay put in your best stern tone, which he found rather adorable, though he’d never admit it. Then you’d fetch him a glass of water and watch over him for the next hour, or until you decided he was well enough to get up again.

Fifteen minutes later, it was time to start the day and everyone helped clear the table. Your family had made the process as efficient as possible. Mama and John would bring the dishes to Papa in the kitchen, who would hand them to you to put in the dishwasher after rinsing them off. Ana and Matt would put away all the leftovers and toppings from whatever had just been on the menu. Loki helped out where he could, but most days everyone besides Mama insisted he should take it easy, that he could help when he was fully healed. It was odd, he realized, that you were all planning on him being around that long. He felt that familiar, nagging, guilty feeling he’d been getting ever since he arrived. He was not a fan.

By the time Ana and John were ready to leave, Loki had already collected the eggs, the only daily chore he was given, and was ready to watch Matt. It was only as the boy was hugging his parents goodbye that Loki realized he wasn’t really sure what to do with the child for the next few hours. He was thankful that you seemed like you were planning on sticking around, too. It did make sense, he supposed, that they hadn’t completely trusted the boy with a near stranger.

“Aren’t you healthy, mommy?” Matt asked, clinging to Ana’s leg as she tried to get away. “Why do you have to go to the doctor?”

“Because you’re going to have a little brother or sister soon,” Ana explained in a sweet tone as she gently pried her son away. “Mommy and Daddy have to go to the doctor to make sure the baby is healthy.”

Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had not yet realized that Ana was pregnant. She must not have been very far along because she wasn’t showing much yet. Though, now that he knew to look, the god could see a small baby bump. Based on Matt’s reaction, he was already aware that he’d have a sibling soon, but he still couldn’t quite grasp the concept of everything that went along with that.

“Will you be back soon?” Matt questioned, finally giving up his efforts to keep his parents where they were.

“In the blink of an eye, small fry,” John said, placing a kiss on his head.

That seemed to satisfy Matt, who wandered over to Loki and put his arms up, clearly looking to be picked up. He hesitated for a second before scooping up the boy. It wasn’t that he was afraid of dropping him, in fact he was sure he wouldn’t, but he’d never held a child before. Up until a few days ago, he wasn’t sure he even had the slightest inkling how to be nurturing. And then there was the whole problem of Matt becoming too attached. Not to mention the way you looked at him when he did held him. That soft gaze was a problem for sure.

“Alright,” you said once Ana and John were gone. “What do you want to do, buddy?”

“Hide and seek!” he shouted. Then he put his small, chubby hands on Loki’s cheeks and used his most serious tone. “You’ll never find me. I have the best hidey spots.”

Loki let out a nervous chuckle. Truth be told, he didn’t know how to play this game. When he and Thor were kids, they played run and attack, but he felt like this was probably not very comparable. Midgard was a very different place, after all.

“Just count to sixty and then come look for us. We’ll stay in the house,” you informed Loki as he passed Matt off to you. “Oh, and just shout out when you’re starting to look.”

“Thank you,” he replied, turning around to face the wall.

It was odd, he thought, that he seemed to have said thank you more in the past week than he had in the last century of his existence. He’d never meant to let himself get so bitter, but here he was stewing in that awful feeling. When the flash of anger receded, the God of Mischief realized he was face to face with a framed family tree. Highest up were pictures of couples he could only assume were your grandparents. Next line down was Mama, Papa, and their siblings. You and Ana were in the next row, and it struck him just how much you and your sister looked alike. Matt and John were there too, but the person that most captured his attention was your brother. The middle child, he guessed, since the picture was in between those of you and Ana. He gently ran his fingers over the looping gold cursive of James’s name. Loki loved a good mystery, but he needed clues and evidence to solve one. He knew next to nothing about the guy, other than that he’d been wearing his clothes for the past seven days.  

“I am starting to look now,” Loki awkwardly shouted, feeling self-conscious about seeming like he was talking to no one.

He thought he heard a small snort coming from one of the upper levels at his gawky declaration, so he headed up first. It felt odd to go rifling through things, so he mainly tried just to peer under furniture, though he did open a closet once or twice. He huffed and considered if he should venture into any of your rooms. If you weren’t there, though, he’d feel like he was intruding on something private and sacred. Hesitating with a hand hovering over the doorknob to your room, he noticed the attic hatch out of the corner of his eye. Standing still, he could hear a very subtle shuffling noise coming from above him, so either you were there, or you’d better call pest control.

As soon as he climbed the ladder, Matt started giggling, but Loki pretended he couldn’t hear. He loudly walked in between the boxes littering the floor, every once in a while dramatically peering around an old piece of furniture. It only made the laughs louder.

“Now where could they be?” he sighed in mock exasperation. “Maybe, they’re here!”

Then he jumped around the couch you were hiding behind and started tickling Matt. The boy squealed in delight and squirmed away. When Loki looked at you, he saw something shocking on your face. Admiration. It was something he’d longed for from so many people in his life, and here you were giving it so freely to him. He moved his gaze elsewhere before his mind could wander any further.

“What’s all the ruckus up here?” Mama asked, her head appearing from the door. After spotting Loki, her eyes narrowed. “Oh. It’s you.”

“We were just playing hide and seek, Mama. Don’t worry,” you said.

“Indeed. I must say, it is much fun,” Loki added, though more to annoy her than ease her mind.

“I’m sure,” she replied before taking Matt by the hand. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

You shot Loki an apologetic glance as you headed out after her. Once Matt’s snack was finished, Loki partook in some coloring. He was oddly pleased to know the little boy’s favorite color was green, and you seemed fairly partial to it, too. Ana and John returned roughly an hour later, and Loki finished the day by doing chores around the farm. Another thing he’d learned about himself was that he really didn’t mind doing manual labor. Growing up in the Royal Palace Valaskjalf, he never had to lift a finger to help cook or clean or do anything much besides training and lessons, really. Now he found himself almost eager to get into the kitchen for a cooking lesson with Papa or help out in the fields, the latter of which definitely had nothing to do with showing off for you.

He’d been on his way to the kitchen that evening sometime after dinner, his infamous sweet tooth bugging him again, when he heard Mama’s hushed voice.

“I’m telling you Earl, something about that boy just don’t sit right with me.”

“Come on, honey. He can’t even remember nothing. It’s our duty to help him out,” Loki heard Papa reply as he hid just outside the door.

“He may say he can’t remember, but I ain’t buying it. We should get him out soon as possible.”

It shouldn’t bother him as much as it did, but there was nothing to stop him from feeling the sting of those words. He really should just leave; it had been his plan after all. As if they had a will of their own, Loki’s feet carried him away from the conversation, out the door, and off the porch. He never should have taken advantage of your family’s generosity. He regretted thinking about you, though, because it made his steps falter a bit. And then there was sweet little Matt. It hadn’t really hit him until now, but Loki actually enjoyed himself today. He couldn’t recall the last day he could say that about.

“I hope you weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye.”

The trickster god whirled around at the sound of your voice. He’d been too caught up in his tumultuous thoughts to notice you leaning on one of the porch’s posts.

“Certainly not,” he lied. “I just needed some fresh air is all.”

“In that case, I know the perfect place. Come on.”

You took his hand and led him away from your land. He tried not to pay attention to the feeling of your hand in his. In fact, he tried to block it out altogether, but to no avail. Eventually, you reached a peaceful creek and picked up a rock to skip.

“If I was going to leave,” he began after a few minutes of contemplative silence, “I really would be fine. I appreciate all that you and your family have done, truly, but perhaps it’s best if I go.”

“Look, I know you’re pretty much all healed up, but you still don’t remember anything. I cannot in good conscience let you out into the world like that.”

“I suppose that is fair. Your mother certainly does not agree with your assessment, though.”

You sighed. “If Mama’s the reason you feel you should go, please just ignore her. She means well and all, but... Well, let’s just say she has her reasons for acting this way,”

Loki said nothing but raised his eyebrows at you. One part of him felt bad to press you for more information, even if it was done without words. The much larger part of himself, however, was entirely too curious to not know.

“Okay, so remember when I told you about my brother?”

Loki nodded eagerly, ready to get some answers about what exactly had happened there.

“Well, he was... He was killed in an accident with a drunk driver a couple years ago,” you recounted, tearing up a little bit. “Mama had trust issues even before, but they’re much worse now.”

“I am so sorry, darling,” Loki said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, but not daring to go any further than that.

He felt bad for your loss, but right now there were major alarm bells going off in his head. He’d just called you darling. It wan’t even something he’d thought about doing, it just happened. That, coupled with the fact he cared how you were feeling, had him panicking. His plan to leave after a week was already out the window, but leaving at all was becoming harder to fathom by the day.

“It’s ok,” you replied, wiping a few errant tears off your cheeks. “It was a little while ago. I’m alright now. Really.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment as he awkwardly pat your shoulder, not really certain of the correct way to comfort someone. He wanted to say something else, but he wasn’t sure what.

��I think I had a brother!” he shouted, giving in to his desire to confide in you, but his web of lies making it impossible to tell the whole truth.

“We have to put that ad in the paper then. So he can find you.”

Little did you know how awful that situation would be for everyone involved. Still, it meant a lot that you cared, especially when you’d just been saddened at the memory of your own brother.

“Maybe, but I do not seem to think we had a very good relationship.”

“All the more reason then. You never know how long you have, so you should try to make amends.”

“Perhaps.”

You lapsed into silence again, not really sure where to go from there. By now, the sun had been down for a while and a chill was settling in the air. Loki noticed you shiver and shrugged off his hoodie.

“Here,” he embarrassedly mumbled, holding it out to you.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t,” you refused. “You’ll be cold then.”

“Nonsense,” he insisted, “I will be perfectly fine.”

You reluctantly agreed and pulled it on. Though it had only been in his possession for a short time, his scent had already claimed the soft fabric. He acted like his attention was averted elsewhere, but was actually watching you out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t notice his gaze on you as you took a gentle sniff, trying to take as much of it in as possible. Sandalwood, leather and something otherworldly that you just couldn’t name, other than to call it heaven. He turned his head ever so slightly and you started sheepishly picking at your nails, hoping he hadn’t caught you. He expected to be appalled by the notion, but just found himself confused. Why would you enjoy something that was so distinctly him? Then he remembered you didn’t know the truth. That’s why he had to get out as soon as possible before he, or anyone else, got hurt.

“We should probably head back before it gets too late,” you said after a bit.

“I agree,” was all he replied.

As you walked away from the creek, he tried to leave the new feelings bubbling in him by the water, but they followed him all the way back to the house, and into his dreams that night.

[ragnarachael]

#12 fluff prompt; loki and the reader go on their first date, being all shy, awkward and cute and the date ends up with a kiss or something like that!

HI HELLO, SO UH THIS IS 1.2K WORDS OF COMPLETE SOFT??? CONTENT???? i think i’m just SO fucking soft for loki in thor (2011) so this is the era of loki i envisioned for this. i don’t know if i should say i’m sorry but i’m YEARNING so. ur welcome. (ironically i was listening to PARANORMAL by HUMORUS as i started to write this out, and it kinda… kinda set the Vibe™️)

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finishing my 700 follower celebration with the rest of the drabbles i’ve received! (requests are OPEN if you’d like to send any in!)

The time leading up to your first date with Loki was nothing but anxiety inducing.

You are, afterall, courting the prince of Asgard. Officially.

Frigga was excited to hear of this news when Loki had returned from asking you officially to the date, and helped plan everything Loki asked for her help on.

Almost all the way down to what you wore, actually, except Loki was quick to pull his mother back due to her excitement.

Loki and you had agreed upon meeting in one of the gardens in the palace you used to play in as kids for a evening picnic and watch the sunset on Asgard.

You never read about first dates being as awkward as they were in the novels you had, but after all, they were novels.

“You.. You look…” Loki started before trailing off when he walked up behind you with a basket in hand as you turned to look at him over your shoulder, a shy smile. growing on your face as you saw how.. how taken he looked.

He looked floored, honestly. As if you recited the most heartfelt poetry that was to make even the strongest men cry.

All you had done was wear one of your more fancier ensembles that you didn’t mind getting too dirty, remembering that he had mentioned something about a picnic.

“You look great.”

“Thank you,” you replied nervously, quickly getting up from the stone bench you sat on to take his free hand. “So, are you to take me to the clearing?”

And so, the date started.

The both of you were tense after sharing a dinner that Loki admitted his mother couldn’t help but pack for the two of you in the picnic basket he had carried. 

You couldn’t hide the giggle you had as Loki recalled how much his mother actually helped make most of the things in this date happen.

“She must really like me if she’s helping you do all of this,” you teased, nudging Loki lightly which caused him to chuckle as well.

“I fear if she had the chance, she’d make you her daughter no matter the consequence.”

The both of you shared a soft pair of laughter before you realized the tension had lifted between the two of you.

It was relieving.

You and Loki lay in the grassy clearing that was hidden by the rather large garden in the palace where you usually stargazed, leaning into his side as Loki’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders.

Watching the sunset together with Loki was actually a very.. intimate affair.

Far more intimate than you could have imagined with Loki.

You, being tucked in his side and held firmly to his side? The safest you’ve felt in ages. Even if you felt the urge to move, you didn’t let yourself do so. You felt comfortable.

And Loki seemed to feel the same.

Once the sun finally set past the trees of the clearing, the sky still a mix of blues and purples with twinges of red, Loki started to talk about the stars. The constellations, to be exact. Casually tracing some out even though the sky wasn’t ready to reveal the map it had so carefully crafted millenniums ago. 

“My personal favorite is Ophiuchus, but you can’t see it too well from where we’re positioned,” Loki explained softly, as if he had to whisper so the constellations could come out. 

“Isn’t that represented as a man grabbing a snake?”

“It is, yes,” Loki answered as his gaze turned to look at you with a cheeky smile on his face, “very telling, I’m aware.”

You snorted as you readjusted yourself to have your head laying on Loki’s chest, the sky slowly turning a darker blue as you two continued to make small talk about any and everything just before you excitedly pointed out what looked like a constellation, Loki naming it in almost an instant.

You laid like that until the both of you started to yawn, and Loki insisted he take you home before you fell asleep on his chest, as if he didn’t know it was the most comfortable you felt in ages.

After some dramatic huffing, you agreed and took his hands he offered to help you up from the ground.

The walk back to your home was quiet, but extremely peaceful as you held Loki’s hand, not at all hesitating to swing it back and forth between you as the two of you walked at the same pace, the quiet thumping of the picnic basket filling in the silence.

You chose to continue what you were doing earlier as you laid in the grass.

“What’s that constellation?”

“Darling, you took the same class as I did, you know exactly what it is,” Loki replied before letting out a chuckle.

You tried not to let the pet name affect you. 

Darling.

“I like when you tell me about them, though. Your voice is much better than mine.”

“Now that I beg to differ,” Loki replied before slowing his pace with you at his side before looking up at the night sky to see what you were pointing at.

“That’s Lepus, and just below it is Orion.”

Letting out a pleased hum, you squeezed Loki’s hand in your own before laying your head on his shoulder. You listened to him talk more about the Orion constellation and its family as you continued the trek home.

If you weren’t walking, you would have most definitely fallen asleep just by hearing Loki’s voice carry on with twinges of excitement about the sky.

You were at your doorstep far too soon for your liking when Loki placed the basket down and grabbed both of your hands, pressing your foreheads together. You knew your face was heating up under his gaze, unable to hide the smile that was growing.

“I hope you enjoyed this date. I… I was worried that I would find a way to ruin it.”

“Loki,” you started softly, lifting your head so your foreheads weren’t touching and pulling one of your hands from his to cup one side of his face, “I had the best time with you. I couldn’t have pictured a better date—”

You were cut off with Loki’s lips.

And you melted completely into his touch.

You kept a hand on his face as his hands wrapped respectfully around your waist to pull you closer, which only deepened your kiss.

His lips were just as soft as you imagined and that made you realize you never wanted to leave this moment whatsoever.

However, you had to breathe.

And so did Loki, for he pulled away first, the both of you took shaky breaths after the exchange.

“Perhaps next time you kiss me when I’m not in the middle of talking,” you teased quietly, pressing your foreheads back together again as you both let out breathy giggles in the chill of the night on your doorstep.

“My apologies, darling.” Loki had a face splitting grin on his face as he spoke. And so did you. You were sure of it.

Letting out a skeptical hum in reply, you were quick to take a deep breath before connecting your lips again with more vigor letting both of your arms wrap around Loki’s neck as he happily kissed you back with just as much excitement, one of his hands trailing up your back to press you even closer to his chest.

[flowercrown-bucky]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Modern!Loki x Reader, Modern!Thor x Reader, Loki x Wanda

Series Warnings: Cheating, affairs, swearing, legal alcohol consumption, smut later on, mention of smoking

Summary: What do you do when you fall in love? Embark on a clandestine affair with their brother, of course.

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Three - Regarding the events in the restaurant and everything that followed on the roof.

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TAG LIST: OPEN (PLEASE COMMENT OR MESSAGE ME IF YOU’D LIKE TO BE ADDED!)

The apartment you shared with Thor was small, but you thought it was perfect. Nothing spectacular, a modest two-bed, bath-and-ensuite in Hackney, overlooking Clissord Park. If you leant out of the front window, you could see the vast green expanse, littered with trees, the manor house poking through the trees in the distance.

Your bedroom was light and airy, thanks to the enormous north-facing window, the space dominated by your bed. A chest of draws sat to its left, decorated with your memories, framed and immortalised. At the bottom of the bed sat a large floor length mirror, and it was this mirror you were currently staring into.

You fiddled with the slightly too tight straps of your dress, silently willing your boyfriend to hurry up and get out of the shower. Frigga had arranged a family dinner in a restaurant in the city, and by your count, you would already be ten minutes late when you eventually arrived. And Thor wasn't even out of the shower yet.

Your gaze turned to the photos strung up next to the mirror. Thor and his friends, you and your friends, Thor and you on a trip to Thailand earlier that year. You and your sister, you and Frigga, Thor and Loki with their mother, Thor and Loki as boys.

Thor, Loki and you in Italy.

You could barely bring yourself to look at it, shame clouding your vision as the memories of that night flooded your mind. That single moment of vulnerability had haunted you for the past few months.

"Why the long face?" Thor's soft voice filled your ears, his hand gently caressing your shoulder.

You turned to face him, his blue eyes staring straight into yours. He stood before you, half dressed in a dark pair of jeans. The muscles in his back rippled as he rifled through his side of the wardrobe, searching for a shirt to wear.

"Nothing." You replied, getting to your feet. "It was nothing."

Thor smiled, turning back to face you as he shrugged on a pale blue dress shirt, running a towel through his wet hair.

"I'm glad." He kissed your head softly. "I don't like seeing you unhappy."

"I'm fine, honestly." You looped your arms around his neck. "But we are going to be very, very late."

He looked down at the steak sat half eaten on his plate. Somehow it no longer looked appetising.

He glanced across at you. You, also, were pushing your risotto around your plate, seemingly struck by a sudden lack of appetite.

He watched you inquisitively, making polite conversation with his aunt, your lips delicately stained by the pinot you were steadily making your way through. You listened as Thor re-enacted a vaguely amusing anecdote regarding you and the blender. Oddly, he'd noticed that in his brother's stories, you were always the butt of the joke, always the supporting cast, and your smile never quite reached your eyes.

He wondered for a moment, if you'd smile on his arm.

"Hey, you okay?" He felt a hand on his forearm. The big green eyes of his girlfriend stared back into his own.

"Yeah." He murmured, smiling softly at her. "I'm just great."

She squeezed his hand reassuringly.

In the five months Loki had been dating Wanda, you had never met her before.

As you looked at her, you could not for the life of you understand why. With green eyes set into a creamy complexion, framed by long, dark hair, she didn't exactly conjure up the image of a bunny boiler, and the short conversation you'd had led you to believe she was a pleasant, sweet young woman.

She'd greeted you with a warm, friendly hug. Loki had not.

You'd awkwardly hugged, your lips barely brushing skin as you'd kissed each other's cheeks. Things had been fine between the two of you, more distant than before, but fine. The two of you would be fine.

"Can I have everyone's attention please?" Thor clinked his spoon against his wine glass. "Before we finish our meal, I'd like to make a toast to my beautiful girlfriend. To Y/N!"

The vivid flush of your cheeks brought a smile to Loki's face, but the short, sweet kiss you and Thor shared he could not bear to watch.

"You're sweet, you're clever, you're kind." Thor took your chin between his fingers, lifting your head. "You're funny, you're caring, and I'm so lucky to call you mine."

The scraping of his chair as he rose to his feet was the only noise to be heard in the now uncomfortably quiet room.

Panic rose in Loki's chest as his brother fumbled in his pocket, slowly dropping to the floor. He felt as if he might be sick.

Wether your heart or his was beating harder, it would be impossible to call.

"So, my beautiful girl," Thor smiled up at you. "Will you do me the honour of being mine forever and becoming my wife?"

The silence that settled over the room was unbearably uncomfortable. All of a sudden, every eye in the room was on you.

You bit back a gulp, words suddenly escaping you.

Loki was almost entirely certain he was going to be sick. He could almost feel his heart sitting in the back of his throat, his eyes stinging almost as if he was going to cry.

Oh god, he thought to himself. Please don't cry.

The bitten stubs of his nails dug into the soft flesh of his palms, anticipation building in his belly.

With one words, Loki's heart shattered into a thousand teeny, tiny pieces.

"Yes."

Often, when he was upset, Loki liked to watch over the city. It calmed him to watch the world go by beneath him.

His favourite place to watch the world go by was, of course, his balcony. A stressful day in the office, a day in the courtroom, would often end on his balcony. His tie would remain disregarded on the floor, his suit jacket on the arm of the sofa. Armed with a large Dillon's Rye, he would sit on the sole chair and light a cigarette. He was not a habitual smoker, so much so that he had never purchased an actual ashtray, opting instead to butt his cigarettes on the sole of his shoe and toss them into the plant pot he'd bought but never used for any other purpose, but he always had a box of Marlboro Lites hidden inside a saucepan. He'd quietly observe the world below him until his mood had subsided or he simply became too cold.

The bar in shoreditch, with its electric heaters and ivy shrouded columns, was not a bad substitute.

He leant down on his forearms, rubbing his face.

He shouldn't be bothered by you getting engaged.

He shouldn't be bothered by the idea of you giving love to another man.

He shouldn't be so bothered by the intimate, tender kiss you'd shared with his brother.

He had Wanda.

Wanda was beautiful, kind, sweet. Wanda made him forget.

But she wasn't you.

Every moment with you made him completely lose himself. With you, he felt out of body, out of mind.

And you would make his brother feel that way for the rest of your forever.

On the rooftop, out of the corner of your eye, you could see a tall, dark figure.

He'd been crisply cut in his expensive suit at dinner, but from where you could see him now, his dark jacket hung on the railing next to him, leaving him in a linen shirt with rolled up sleeves and a silk tie that looked to be coming undone, almost as if someone had tugged on it. A few glossy strands of hair had escaped from his ponytail, and fir a second, you were overcome by the urge to release it from the elastic and run your fingers through his dark tresses.

He started as you approached him, the heels of your shoes giving you away. You smiled, holding out the martini you'd brought for him.

"What do you know about the origin of love, Loki?" Your voice was soft, your gaze trained on the sky above you.

"You followed me." His voice cracked, his question hanging unspoken in the air. Why?

"It's been said that early humanity was like two men or two women squished together." You ignored his statement. "But that we grew too strong, so Zeus split all of mankind into two halves. Modern humans spend their lives looking for their once other halves, and the pain of being split has become familiar, and we've called it love. When we find them, we make love because we're trying to put ourselves back together."

He sat for a moment, pondering your story. What were you trying to say? Were you trying to tell him Thor was your other half? Or... Was he?

He thought about that moment of hesitation. Short, but still, you hesitated.

Were you looking for a way out?

"Why did you leave, Loki?" Your voice was soft.

"I felt queasy. Needed some air."  He replied, not able to bring himself to look at you. "Why did you follow me?"

"You looked queasy, like you needed some air." He could almost hear the smile in your voice, and could not help but crack a similar grin himself.

"I'm glad you're ok, Loki." You squeezed his hand gently, before turning to walk away.

His heart leapt. You were slipping through his fingers like sand. Could he let you go like that?

"Wait." A desperate plea left his lips, his arm reaching out to grab your wrist almost instinctively. You turned to look at him, confusion in your eyes.

His mind blanked. What was he doing? What should he say? Was he out of his fucking mind?

"Don'tmarryhim." The words came out of his mouth before he was aware of what he was saying, sort of rushing out of his mouth and bashing into each other.

"What?" You asked. Loki wasn’t entirely sure whether you were clear on what he said or why he said it.

Loki wasn’t entirely sure wether he himself was clear on what he said or why he said it.

“Don’t marry him.” He took a deep breath, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

A deeply uncomfortable silence settled over you both.

“Loki, what are you trying to say?” Eventually you broke the silence. He shifted his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. What was he trying to say? He wasn’t sure.

“I’m, I’m, I just..” He gnawed at his bottom lip uncomfortably. “I’m not saying marry- I’m saying marry- not me, him, not...”

He paused for a moment.

“Nothing. I’m saying nothing.” He rubbed at his forehead, screwing up his face.

You looked at him for a moment, something in the darks of your eyes that he couldn’t quite recognise. A soft hand came up to his face, your knuckles gently stroking his cheekbone as you stepped closer to him.

A little over six months later, he would see this look in your eyes again. Two things would instantaneously occur as he did; the first would be the dawning realisation of exactly what the unspoken words of your expression were.

The second?

The crushing feeling that would accompany the realisation that he had recognised this expression too late.

“Loki,” You whispered, looking up into his eyes. “I’m going to go back inside, and we never speak of this again.”

It wouldn’t be the first time, (Or the last, but more on that later) but without a word, he let you go.

Chapter Four - La Vie En Rose

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The Governess and the Liesmith - Chapter Three

FIC SUMMARY: Sigyn finds herself accepting the position of governess to Prince Loki’s children. She quickly endears herself to them, despite her firm hand, but the closeness and trust she worked so hard for is threatened by the return of the children’s notoriously absent father. RATING: T AUTHORS NOTES: As promised, after four long years, here is a new chapter. Thank you so much for all your love and support, especially after so long. xoxox Like I mentioned in the last "chapter" I've only managed to finish one or two more so far, but who knows, if I keep chipping away at it, Sigyn might meet Loki in about five years :P

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It took Sigyn longer than she would have liked to admit to find the stables again, and she hadn’t taken more than two steps inside a minute before the stablemaster, the same man who had laughed her out of the stables that morning, started barking at her.

 “You again? Get along, you stupid girl. There’s no work for you here.”

 “That’s alright,” Sigyn replied casually. “I’ve already found a new job.”

 “Then what the Hel are you doing here bothering me for?”

 “I have been hired as a governess to Prince Loki’s children. I believe one of them is here.”

 “It’s a horse, not a child. What are you going to do? Read it bedtime stories?” the man sneered.

 “The queen herself hired me to look after all of Prince Loki’s children. Sleipnir was mentioned by name, and so, Aesir or not, I shall be looking in on him from time to time to ensure his needs are being met. I would like to introduce myself to him, if you would be so kind as to show me to his stall?”

 The stablemaster growled, but spying the queen’s golden seal on the letter in Sigyn’s hand, pointed her in the direction of Sleipnir’s stall before storming off.

 “Sleipnir?” Sigyn called, smiling when she got a whinny of acknowledgement.

 As she approached the stall she tucked her letter of employment away and pulled out an apple. Sigyn couldn’t help but gasp when she saw him. Sleipnir was as tall as a draft horse, but with none of the bulk. His lean body was grey with a black mane and tail, and black socks on each of his eight legs.

 “So it really is true,” she whispered to herself before stepping within arm’s reach of the magnificent animal, holding out the apple to him. He sniffed it warily before seemingly turning his nose up at it. “Hello, Sleipnir. My name is Sigyn,” she said self-consciously, though she didn’t know why. It wasn’t unusual for her to have conversations with her family’s horses, after all. “Queen Frigga hired me to work as a governess, looking after Prince Loki’s children. Though you are all but grown she asked if I could check on you and make sure you are doing well. Would this be alright with you?”

 Sleipnir sniffed the apple again before greedily accepting it, devouring it in two bites. Sigyn took it as a sign that he wouldn’t mind her company and risked a step closer, reaching out to pat his nose, which he allowed. She moved closer and the horse began to sniff her clothes and Sigyn felt compelled to answer a question that hadn’t been voiced.

 “Ah, that would be Léttfeti,” Sigyn explained. “My father’s prized mare. She’s quite pretty and as fast as the wind. But… they say you are faster, the fastest in the Nine, even.”

 Sleipnir neighed again, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest.

 “Oh, you are, are you?” Sigyn laughed. “I would love to see you run one day.”

 Sleipnir nudged Sigyn with his nose before turning and drawing Sigyn’s attention to the tack room next to his stall.

 “You would like to go for a run? Now? Well… I suppose, as you are technically my charge it is my duty to ensure you are happy and healthy, and getting enough exercise…” Sleipnir nodded enthusiastically. “And it would make the stablemaster really angry.” Sleipnir laughed, as much as a horse could laugh. “Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Sigyn announced, moving to the tack room, gasping at the extensive collection of custom tack for the exceptional steed. She glanced at a huge, shining black leather saddle with gold detailing that took pride of place and shook her head in distaste. “I think we could do without the finery today, don’t you?” she asked aloud, getting a grunt in reply.

 Once her new charge was tacked up, with a blanket and a simple, weathered saddle, Sigyn turned her thoughts to how she was supposed to get up onto his back as the stirrups were far too high for her to simply put her foot into them and there didn’t appear to be a stool in the tack room. Sleipnir, seemingly understanding her plight, knelt down and waited patiently for Sigyn to get settled before standing and walking out of his stall, kicking the door closed behind him.

 “You are, most definitely, the smartest horse I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

     Naturally    , he seemed to reply, happily trotting out of the stables, the pair of them holding their heads high as they passed the bemused stable hands.

 “Sleipnir has been kind enough to offer to take me for a ride,” she advised them, her hand straying to her bag and the queen’s letter therein in case one of them wanted to argue with her. “We will be back shortly.”

 Sleipnir trotted away from the stables until they were out of earshot, turning back to his rider, silently asking her opinion.

 “I think we’d best stay within the boundaries of the palace grounds, your grandmother was quite insistent on that,” Sigyn answered. “But as fast as you can,” she added with a smile, before holding on for dear life as Sleipnir bolted for the tree line.

   Hours passed in the blink of an eye and Sigyn reluctantly returned Sleipnir to the stables, laughing joyously. He had raced up and down the boundary of the palace so fast Sigyn felt like she was flying. It was the most amazing feeling and Sigyn wanted to keep going until they both tired, but alas, she had other charges to attend to. Sigyn would have been happy to have taken care of Sleipnir herself but the moment he trotted through the stable doors they were surrounded by grooms who insisted on doing it for her. From their nervous and insistent manner Sigyn had to assume it was on the explicit orders of the boorish stablemaster, wherever he was hiding. With Sleipnir’s assurance that he was fine with the arrangement, Sigyn dismounted and patted his nose, laughing as he kissed her cheek.

 “Thank you so much for accompanying me today, Sleipnir. I had a wonderful time, and shall tell anyone who will listen that I have the privilege of knowing the fastest steed in all the Nine,” she added with a warm smile. “I would very much like to visit you regularly, but I’m afraid I’m not sure how much free time I shall have, what with looking after your siblings and all.”

 Sleipnir snorted, offering his sympathies.

 “Oh, thank you for your vote of confidence,” Sigyn smirked before finally handing over his reins to the waiting groom. “Good day, Sleipnir. I will return as soon as I can, I promise.”

   Sigyn made it back to the nursery, with a minimum of wrong turns but more than a few odd looks. She was too happy to pay them much mind, but accepted that the sight of a masculinely dressed woman with windswept hair wandering through the halls of the palace warranted a second glance from the highly polished courtiers. The children would be in their seiðr lessons for another hour or so, leaving Sigyn alone in her new accomodations. She loitered awkwardly in the main room for a moment before going to inspect her rooms for a second time. There had been a few changes in her absence; a vase of flowers sat upon her desk and a small pile of clothes had been placed at the foot of her bed. She sorted through them, eyeing her new uniform curiously before deciding that a bath and a change of clothes would be for the best. She washed quickly, more accustomed to sharing hot water with eight others, but allowed herself to be momentarily distracted by the array of perfumed lotions and soaps that had been provided for her use. She dried and braided her hair before dressing in her new uniform, a simple grey dress over which she wore an emerald green apron, a woven gold belt cinched around her waist. The gold marked her as a servant of the royal family while the emerald green marked her as Prince Loki’s personal staff. She examined her appearance in the bathroom mirror for several minutes, bemused to think that she looked quite nice in servant’s clothes, and that they were probably nicer than her finest dress.

 Sigyn was putting away her spare uniforms when there came a knock on the nursery door. She quickly stepped into a pair of grey flats with a gold trim that she’d found tucked under her bed (in her size, just as her uniform had been) before going to answer it.

 “Syn?!” Sigyn exclaimed, pulling her wide-eyed, trembling sister into the room. “What are you doing here?”

 “You’re really a governess?” Syn squeaked, her hands squeezing Sigyn’s arms as if to test if the vision of her older sister was merely a figment of her imagination. “A palace ship came to the farm and a guard said you’d been hired as a governess for the royal family. It’s really true?”

 “Of course it’s true. Do you really think the queen would send a royal ship all that way for a laugh?”

 “The queen!” Syn gasped and Sigyn feared she might faint. Sigyn gave her a meaningful look and pulled her inside, allowing one of the guards to place a large flour sack that had been hastily filled with everything Sigyn’s mother had deemed important on the floor beside them.

 “Thank you…?”

 “Ívarr, miss. I have been instructed to escort your sister home when she’s ready to leave.”

 “Thank you. If you wouldn’t mind waiting outside.”

 “Of course, miss,” Ívarr bowed, his eyes flicking to the younger sister as he pulled the doors closed behind him.

 The moment she heard the doors click shut Sigyn took Syn by the hand, grabbed the sack and dragged them both into her room so Syn could have her panic attack in private.

 “Oh my goodness!” Syn exclaimed, turning in a circle to take in Sigyn’s new rooms. “Sigyn, this is… Does this mean I can have your room?” she queried before breaking into a fit of nervous giggles. “You must tell me everything!”

 Sigyn quickly ran through the events that had transpired in the hours since she had left home whilst her sister sat beside her on the bed, her eyes almost bulging out of her head.

 “And here I am. New job, new uniform, new room… and I haven’t told you the most ridiculous part.”

 “What could be more ridiculous than my sister bossing around Queen Frigga’s grandchildren?” Syn wailed, still shaking her head at the tale.

 “The queen will pay me five gold coins a day to do so.”

 “No, no, no…” Syn muttered, pacing the room. “This is all some bizarre dream, and I shall wake up any moment to be told that you went to the stables and instead of a job you accepted a marriage proposal. That makes more sense.”

 “Oh, Syn, why are you so upset by this? If anyone should be panicking, it should be me.”

 “I was expecting you home this evening,” Syn explained, her eyes welling up with tears. “And now you say you don’t know when you’ll be home next. What am I supposed to do without my big sister to confide in?”

 Sigyn hugged her sister, trying not to let her own emotions get the best of her, because if she started crying then there would be no end to it. The queen would find the pair of them huddled on the floor in a pool of salty tears and promptly have both of them escorted from the palace for making such a scene.

 “There, there, Syn, enough of that,” Sigyn scolded, wiping away her tears. “It will be alright. The queen said that once I’m settled that we can discuss me having a day from time to time to visit. Until then you shall have to have mother write to me, and I shall endeavour to improve myself so that I can write back. And I shall send almost every coin I earn home, I swear it.”

 “Oh no, Sigyn, you should keep it. Norns know you will earn it, looking after any child of Prince Loki’s.”

 “Hush,” Sigyn scolded, slapping her sister on the arm.

 “You must have heard the stories, Sigyn. They say Prince Loki was a mischief maker of the highest order in his youth. And a temper as volatile as the storms his brother wields. Oh, you will be careful, won’t you?”

 “I’m not the one running my mouth and speaking ill of the prince in his own palace. I shall be fine,” Sigyn remarked pointedly. “Now, I thank you for bringing my things, but I’m afraid you will need to return home now, sister dear. The little mischief makers will be back shortly and I’d like to get everything unpacked before then.”

 “Very well,” Syn huffed, hugging Sigyn once more before moving to the door.

 “Ívarr,” Sigyn called, pulling back when the guard appeared suddenly in the doorway.

 “Yes, miss?”

 “Syn’s ready to return home now.”

 “Yes, of course,” the guard nodded, his too-big helmet rattling with the movement. The sisters did their best not to laugh.

 “Goodbye Syn,” Sigyn said, hugging her sister one last time. “Tell the others I’ll miss them terribly, and tell mother and father not to fret. I’ll write soon, I promise.”

 “Goodbye Sigyn,” Syn replied tearfully as Ívarr moved to her side, barely restraining himself from offering her his arm.

 “That’s my favourite sister in your charge, Ívarr,” Sigyn called out as the pair headed down the long corridor. “Take good care of her.”

 Syn laughed and waved back enthusiastically as Ívarr led her around a corner, Sigyn’s smile slipping as her sister left her sight. She closed the nursery door with a sigh and returned to her room, emptying the flour bag of its contents and sifting through them. It was mostly clothes, which she put away, her new uniforms sitting atop them, and a few trinkets that had previously adorned a small ledge in her attic bedroom; a horseshoe, a seashell, and a squat clay vase. She looked each of them over before placing them on her new desk, smiling at the memories.

 The vase rattled in her hand and Sigyn tipped the contents out with a scowl; two pieces of silver which her mother had no doubt been saving for a rainy day. Sigyn put them back and vowed to keep no more than one out of every ten coins she earned and send the rest home. Her parents would soon enough be needing the extra coin to pay a new farmhand if the blush in Ívarr’s cheeks every time he had so much as glanced at Syn was any indication.

 Sigyn went to fold up the flour bag but stilled when she found two golden cuffs hidden beneath it. She turned them over in her hands, her fingers running over the spellwork that had been etched into them to bind young Sigyn’s seiðr. Used on more pure metal the spells could be permanent, but the dampening abilities of the cheap gold plated scrap metal in Sigyn’s hands had faded in a matter of years, just long enough for young Sigyn to get a handle on her abilities. Sigyn hadn’t seen them in years, had thought them long since traded away, and wondered at their inclusion. Perhaps they were meant as a warning, to caution her against losing her temper as she did quite often with disastrous results as a child. But perhaps they were simply a reminder of what she could do with a little help and sheer bloody determination. Sigyn smiled and wrapped the cuffs around her wrists, returning to the main room to await the return of her new charges.

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May Queen (Loki Laufeyson)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OC

Summary: Astrid, the princess of Vanaheimr relocates to Asgard to seal a betrothal to the youngest prince and an attempt to escape unforeseen forces. She soon finds happiness and a multitude of new friends. Unfortunately treachery and deceit lie in the court of Asgard in unlikely places, and she learns that true love never dies.

Warnings: fluffy fluff, tiny bit of angst

Words: 2138

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all very much! xxx

Part Nine -  The Garden

The early afternoon in Asgard was beautiful and wondrous, the sunlight was blazing out through the stained glass of the windows, casting the gardens in a wash of rainbow light. Loki looked up from his book from where he was sitting in the tree, he grinned as he saw her through the window of her chambers, long brown hair elegantly curling down her back. She had done well in Asgard over the past couple of weeks, this foreign princess and Loki was proud to call her his future wife, he hoped those deep feelings of passion would come within him soon. Though, he couldn’t deny that she was very beautiful.

He saw her face light up with happiness as she read his letter and lifted the rose with the green ribbon tied around the stem out of the folds of the thick parchment. Astrid’s face glowed with wonder and amazement when she touched a single delicate petal and the rose changed from its ruby red colour to an ice cold blue. The prince smiled, that little bit of magic was a little complicated and he thought that that particular shade of blue would bring out the colour in her eyes.

Loki had spoken with Sif – one of Asgard’s best warriors – and Sif had agreed to train Astrid, the fair maiden wanted to be a warrior just like her father. The letter contained arrangements for her to be fitted with suitable armour and weapons later on that afternoon. She was due for her first training session the following day.

Loki closed his book and stood up, intending to see his mother and father, Astrid had shown an interest in the old wing of the palace which was shut up behind a locked door and she was curious as to what was inside. She noticed it when Loki was showing her around the palace. Loki wanted to know what was in there as well since the story around the palace was that the old wing had been closed before he was even born. He knew that Odin and Frigga must have the key, his father probably wouldn’t allow him to have it but he was confident that his mother would talk his father round.

As he strode up to the golden doors of the throne room he lowered his raised fist when he saw that the door was open just a crack. The King and Queen seemed to be quarrelling inside, Loki couldn’t remember the last time his parents quarrelled, it must have been when he was a child.

“Please my love, they’ve been growing fond of each other over the span of a couple of months! Don’t you want our son to know his future wide a little before they marry?” Frigga sounded distressed. Loki wanted to go in and help her but he was curious as to what his father would respond with.

“If they’re growing fond of each other then that’s all the more reason to keep them in separate chambers. If he gets her pregnant,” his father sighed and trailed off.

“Well, they’re going to marry in less than a year so if he does get her pregnant it makes no matter,” there was a long silence before Frigga spoke up again, “ah, I see, you only want to hold onto this alliance if it’s absolutely the last option!”

Loki had never heard his mother sound so cold. Was his father planning to marry him off to somebody else? He didn’t understand.

“Remember how this alliance was born Odin, it was born from your tyranny! We cannot go back on it.”

Loki decided that he’d heard enough, shaking his head, he pushed open the door. His parents stopped talking immediately and looked at him. Odin looked angry and Frigga looked worried.

“Loki sweetheart, is everything alright?” Frigga smiled as she descended the steps that led up to the throne of Asgard and combed her gentle fingers through Loki’s hair, “have you been showing Astrid around the palace?”

“Yes mother, that’s partly while I’m here,” he hesitated as he looked past his mother at his father who was eyeing him suspiciously, “I wanted to show her the entirety of the palace,” Frigga nodded for him to continue, “I came to ask whether I could have the key to the old wing. We want to discover what’s inside.”

Frigga chewed her lip; her eyes were soft as she parted her mouth to say something before his father interrupted, “no! That wing has been closed for over 20 years; do you really think that I’d open it just for you?”

Loki glared at his father, “please father, I,” he was cut off by Odin.

“It’s nothing but dust and stone, it’s dangerous. It’s closed for good reason,” Loki sighed, knowing there was no way he could change his father’s mind.

“Come on sweetling, I’ve got something to give you,” Frigga smiled as she led her son out of the throne room, “I know that look Loki, I’m sorry but your father is right. There is nothing but rubble and danger in that wing.”

They entered Frigga’s chambers that Loki hadn’t been in since he was a boy; it was just as pretty as he remembered.

“Mother, why didn’t father marry off Astrid to Thor? He is the future King and she’s a future Queen,” Loki asked, he wouldn’t change anything but it had been gnawing at his mind for quite some time now.

Frigga looked at him with the most unreadable expression before quickly turning away, “your father wanted to but Astrid’s father disagreed. Terrible things can happen to future Kings, Loki,” the explanation seemed loose but he didn’t want to argue with his mother.

“Ah, here it is,” Frigga smiled and turned back around from her writing desk and dropped a silver key on a golden chain into Loki’s hand. Loki stared at it for a second before raising his eyebrow; he had no idea what this was for.

“It’s the key to the garden, my garden. The one that’s hidden beneath the ivy, your father constructed it for me when we married. Unfortunately, it’s fallen into disrepair due to my duties here, it is now Astrid’s, I hear she has a green thumb. It will be a good place for your children to play in.”

Loki flushed a pretty shade of scarlet as his mother mentioned children, he tried to imagine himself as a father, and he made a vow to himself that he’d be a better father than Odin. He’d actually spend time with his children and make it perfectly clear to them that he loved them as was proud of them. The prince smiled as he closed his hand over the small key, “thank you mother,” he grinned, kissing his mother’s powdered cheek, “if you’ll excuse me.”

Frigga nodded and bowed her head, “of course my son, I hope that Astrid likes the garden,” Loki smiled and left his mother’s chambers.

Right about now Astrid would be on her way to get her armour and weapons fitted but there was somebody that he needed to apologise to. Then his conscience would finally be clear. He found Mara walking down the hallway with Sif; she was wearing the flower crown that Astrid had made for her from the spring flowers. With Mara’s kind face, long white blonde hair and big blue eyes that you could drown in she seemed to be the picture of innocence. After all this time it seemed like she could be in fact innocent.

“Mara?” he called out and the two ladies looked at him expectantly, “may I have a word with you?” he asked, glancing at Sif, “privately,” he added.

Mara nodded and smiled at Sif before walking to Loki’s side, “can I just tell you first that you’ve made Astrid the happiest I’ve ever seen her.”

Loki chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sure it’s not just down to me. I wanted to apologise for accusing you of trying to kill Astrid but really you can’t blame me. All that unmistakable evidence pointed to Arna. I’ve still got my eye on you though.”

Mara smiled, “Loki, you don’t need to worry, I saw how upset everybody was when Arna tried to poison her, I don’t want to cause that kind of pain, especially not for you.”

“What about getting back to your family? I thought you had to kill a princess in order to get back to them?”

Mara shrugged, “I’ve been with Astrid for so long that she has become my family. I was foolish to not see it before.”

Loki wondered what it was that had caused Mara’s sudden change of heart, maybe it was how she said, she had sounded sincere. He was still going to keep his guard up, he had met extraordinary liars before, himself included, and “very well, I believe you. Could you do me a favour and ask Astrid to meet me by the wall of ivy round the back of the palace? Alone?”

“Yes Loki, I will. Good day to you,” Mara nodded as she walked back down the hallway to join Sif again.

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Astrid giggled as she closed her eyes and put her hand in Loki’s, she heard the rustle of leaves being pushed aside and a heavy key turned in the lock. It was when she heard the creak of a door that she really started to get impatient.

“Loki,” she whined in a way that was very unbecoming of a princess, Loki laughed and moved a hand to her waist, leading her further and further.

“You can open your eyes soon, I promise, I just wanted this to be a surprise,” Astrid felt a kiss on her cheek and she flushed pink at his gentle touch. She walked a little farther and it felt like she was wading through oceans of long grass, “okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Astrid grinned and opened her eyes, gasping in awe as she did so; she was in what looked to be an overgrown jungle. On closer inspection it was a garden, complete with a stone marquee and a swing. Even though it looked like the garden hadn’t been touched in many years Astrid could still smell the faint scent of the wild flowers. In the centre of the garden there was a statue of a handsome prince and a beautiful princess dancing together. It seemed to be a very romantic place, just like a story and Astrid loved it.

“What is this place? It’s so beautiful,” she smiled, sitting on the stone step of the marquee.

“My father had it constructed for my mother when they married,” Loki gestured at the statue of the prince and princess, “she wants you to have it and so do I. I think it’s an early wedding present,” he chuckled.

Astrid gasped in delight, “really?” she looked around the garden and she could see exactly where she would plant the roses and forget me nots. She could just imagine the number of animals that would be attracted to the garden.

“Really,” Loki grinned, his hand coming up to rest on her cheek, he bowed his head at the same time that Astrid stood on her tiptoes. They shared their kiss in the garden that had been empty for so long and would soon be brimming with life again.

Astrid felt the gentle kiss of the snowflakes on her nose and she thought it odd that it was snowing in spring. She opened her eyes and saw that it was a large room shrouded in ice and snow. She heard her name whispered through the snow like a soft breath, she followed the voice and it led to a man in shackles that had icicles all over his face.

When he grasped her hand he was so cold that it turned her hand blue and she couldn’t feel her fingers, the man spoke in a hoarse whisper, “don’t drink the wine. Don’t drink the wine at the celebration, whatever you do.”

“Get away from me,” she cried, suddenly very afraid as she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, “leave me alone!”

She bolted up in bed with a shrill scream and screamed once more when she saw Loki standing in the doorway, “what’s the matter?! You were crying and screaming.”

“I had a bad dream,” she said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “will you stay with me? Please?” she asked in a small voice, moving over to make room for him.

Loki nodded with a smile, sliding in next to her and when he wrapped her up in his arms the dream didn’t seem so terrible after all. It was a strange one though and she wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon.

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[dragon-kazansky]

Aurora - Thor x Reader

Summary: Thor is falling in love with you, so Loki tries to take his happiness away.

Notes: Part 2 of my fairy tale series. Also, bad Loki!

Thor met you on a whim one day. He was out with the warriors three when you literally ran in to him. You were embarrassed by the result and apologised to the prince profusely, running on. It was later that day he found out you were being chased by someone you managed to anger.

The second time he met you he found you alone. You were stood under a tree looking up at the sky. He approached you slowly, intrigued by your presence.

"Are you hiding?" He asked amused.

"Oh! Prince Thor." You bowed to him. You had never met the prince's before. "Sort of. You remembering that is quite embarrassing." You felt awful that you weren't paying attention that day and had ran into the prince.

"Can't forget something like that. It's not everyday people run right into me." He chuckled. "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You looked back it as to not be rude.

"It's nice to meet you, perhaps I could keep you company? At least until you think it's safe for you to stop hiding."

"I would be honoured."

"You don't have to be so formal with me. Think of me as your friend now." His smile was bright and uplifting.

"Alright." You smiled back. The pair of you made to sit on the bench by the tree. Everything felt a little more comfortable  now. "What brought you here?" You asked trying to more casual.

"My mother planted this tree many years ago. I like to come here sometimes."

"I didn't know All Mother planted this tree." You gazed at it with awe. It was very tall and cast a huge shadow around the area.

"It's relaxing here. I even see Loki here sometimes."

You've seen Loki around every once in a while, but have never spoken to him. You've only ever seen him in the company of the Warriors three and Thor. Otherwise he's alone.

"Understandable. I can see why he likes it out here."

"You're welcome to come here any time. Mother wouldn't mind. I think she'd be happy to know out people are making use of her garden." Thor made you smile.

"Then I promise to visit often."

Acer a couple of hours of talking to each other and becoming good friends. Thor seemed to very much enjoy your company and he even seemed sad when you told him you should probably go.

"Come back soon. I enjoyed talking to you." He stood up with you and grinned.

You nodded and waved as you left.

You came back to the garden several times over the next few weeks. Thor was there most of the time, sometimes you would just miss each other, but would make up for lost time the next time you met up. Each time would be spent talking for a few hours before parting ways.

You were becoming quite close as time went on.

One day when you went to the garden, rather than seeing Thor there waiting for you, Loki was sitting on the bench reading. He looked up when you got there.

"Ah, you must be Y/N. My brother speaks of you often." He closed the book in his lap.

"He does?"

"He's quite fond of you." Looks expression was hard to read and you were beginning to feel a little awkward, but at the same time he was at ease and didn't seem like a threat to you.

"I suppose I'm fond of him too." You smiled sheepishly.

"Hm." Loki made no sign of leaving as he opened the book and looked down at its pages. "Thor won't be here today, he's gone with the others."

"Oh, I see. Sorry for taking up your time and disturbing you. I'll leave you to your book." You made to leave.

"I didn't say you had to go. You like to spend time here too, do you not?"

"Uh, yes. It's beautiful here." You turned back to face him.

Loki glances at the space beside him as if he was silently offering it to you.

You shuffled closer to the bench and took it, sitting quietly beside the younger prince. Loki had a certain aura to him that made the garden seem much more peaceful than before.

"Are you and Thor... together?" Loki asked after several moments of silence.

"Oh, no. We're just good friends." You smiled in his direction, but his eyes were locked onto the pages of the book.

"I see."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward, it was rather comforting and made you feel much more relaxed in his presence. It was oddly strange Ben g this close to someone who you had only ever seen from so far away.

Loki didn't speak to you again and after an hour of reading hisbalmost finished book, he stood up and bid you farewell as he left.

You remained seated there for a while longer before heading home.

The next few visits to the garden you rarely saw Thor. It seemed Loki was there to greet you most of the time.

The couple of times you did see Thor it was spent chatting about everything you could think of. While Loki was there, it was mostly spent in silence with minimum conversation. Both outcomes were quite welcome to you, however.

You found yourself seated with Loki once again.

"Your brother just be very busy. I don't see him as often any more." You mused, eyes focused on the tree, feet swinging gently under the bench.

"He is to take the throne after Father, much is expected of him." Loki turned the page in the new book he had with him. "He has many things to do before then."

"I guess it's not too bad, I get spend more time with you."

"You like spending time with me?" Loki sounded a little caught off guard. You could tell he was looking at you.

"Yeah. I consider you my friend now. I like spending time with both of you. With Thor we talk and laugh, but with you it's peaceful and I can take time to admire the flowers." You smiled softly at him.

"I'm flattered." Loki looked quite pleased with your answer.

Silence followed again.

An hour or so must have passed before Loki made to leave, but your voice stopped him from going very far.

"Hey Loki?"

The Prince turned around to give you his attention.

"Do you think your brother likes me?" You asked rather innocently.

"Of course, he talks about you all the time. You're his friend."

"I know that, but I mean... do you think he likes me. You know, fancies me." You really wanted to know and Loki could tell by the sound of your voice.

"I don't know... do you... like him?"

Your smile was answer enough for him. You looked so happy and dream like sitting there as you spoke of his brother.

"I think so, yeah. I hope to get to speak to him soon."

Loki said nothing more as he left and you seemed to be lost in thought to notice his expression as he left.

The next time you came to the garden Thor was waiting for you. He had that bright smile on his face that made your heart melt.

You ran up to him and hugged him. Something the pair of you only recently got comfortable doing.

"I missed you! I don't see you as much anymore." You pouted.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll have more time to spend with you now as I'm not required to leave Asgard as much any more. I'll be here waiting for you more." He grinned.

Seeing you happy made him happy.

As you stood there under the shadow of his mother's tree, he couldn't help himself as he lifted your hand to his lips and placed a kiss there.

Your blush made him all the happier.

The pair of you were in the garden until sundown where Thor then walked you home and promised he'd see you again tomorrow.

Neither of you knew that Loki had seen you both there together.

For the next week Thor and you met up in the garden every day and spent hours in each other's company.

Frigga was becoming curious about the girl who had caught her son's attention and was starting to urge Thor to have them meet.

He promised he would introduce you to her soon.

One afternoon, while once again waiting in that same garden, Loki came to see you. He was smiling at you as he approached you.

"Hello Loki, I haven't seen you in a little while." You smiled at him.

"You've been busy with Thor, I thought it best not to interrupt you both. You've been getting rather close haven't you?"

"I suppose we have." Just the thought of Thor brought a smile to your face. "I'm hoping we can become even closer."

"I'm sure Thor would like it. I know he likes you very much." Loki was rather spiteful in his words, but you chose not to pick up on it. Loki could be hard to read sometimes.

"Really?" You were so hopeful now.

"Before I forget, I hear Mother wishes to meet you. I've had our family tailor prepare an outfit for you. You should go see them and make sure it's perfect."

"Oh, that's very sweet, but I should wait for Thor first."

"I'll tell him you're there, he can meet you outside of the garden."

"I guess that's fine, thank you Loki!" You smiled as you hurried off to see the gift Loki had made for you.

Thor came to the garden to see you as he had done very day that week, but only saw his brother there. He frowned and instantly thought something was up as you hadn't failed to meet so far.

He very much hoped to ask you to be his officially.

"Loki, have you seen Y/N?" He approached his brother.

"I have. She went to to see the tailor, I hear you intend to introduce her to mother. I thought I'd give her a gift to wear, she went to see if would be suitable." Loki replied with a slight charm in his aura.

"I see, I thought maybe she would be here as intended."

"She mentioned you were to meet, that's why I'm still here. I told her I would send you to meet her there." Loki smirked.

Thor smiled and felt rather pleased that Loki was being so nice about this. He thanked his brother and headed off to meet you.

Loki smirked as his brother walked off. Thor would fond you, but you would have certainly taken the bait by now. He had many tricks up his sleeve.

Thor didn't get very far when he saw the tailor rush past him screaming. He didn't have to stop her as she kept on running.

In a moment of worry he hurried to her workplace, desperate to know everything was OK. Knowing this is where you were headed brought many concerned thoughts to his mind.

When he arrived his mother was there crouching over someone.

He heart stopped in his chest.

"No." He muttered. He staggered forwards and knelt down beside his mother who was looking at him with sorrow. "No. What has he done?" He cradled you in his arms.

"She's sleeping." Frigga placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's a sleeping curse."

"Loki did this." He said through gritted teeth.

Frigga was disappointed in Loki. This was an action of his envy of Thor. He claimed to hate Thor so much that he would take away anything good he had. The throne seemingly not enough.

Thor lifted you up into his arms and began to leave the room, his mother following behind.

He took you a bedroom, freshly made up and in pristine condition. He lay you gently on the bed and sat down, gazing at you.

"How do we get her to wake up?" He was desperate for an answer, any way to fix this.

"I do not know the cure. Give me time to search my books. I will find you the answer."

Thor looked at her were a grateful gaze.

"Thank you, mother."

Frigga rushed to the door, but before leaving completely out of sight she turned to her son once more and said, "I approve of her." Then she left.

Those words made Thor so happy to hear.

He held your hand in his and remained silently by your side, his heart aching for you to wake up and smile at him. He yearned to hear your voice and tell you those words he so desperately wanted to say.

Thor would make sure Loki would pay the price of casting such a curse on you.

Hours passed.

Loki has vanished out of sight.

Frigga had read every book you could think of in hopes of finding a cure, only to come up empty. Yet, she read on with hope.

Odin had been told of what had happened. He made sure his best guards were on the look out of his son.

Thor hadn't moved from your side. You looked so peaceful, but he wanted you to wake up more than anything.

Frigga closed the last book and sighed. It pained her to have to tell her son that she couldn't find an answer. Every book came up empty.

When she reached 're room you were resting in, she heard Thor talking. She peered from the doorway and saw him holding your hand and looking at your slumbering figure.

"When you wake up I'm going to tell you how I feel. I was going to tell you today, but Loki and his jealously took that away from me. He was jealous that once again I had one good thing that he didn't." He took a moment to calm himself as he felt tears threatening to spill.

"I have this dream. It came to me quote recently, but it's my favourite dream. I'm sitting on the throne as long of Asgard and you're beside me as queen. We're happy and in love." His smile was sad, but he had to chuckle at his own dreams. "I want to make that a reality with you."

He leaned in close to take in your features. Your smooth skin, your cute nose, your resting eyes, your plump lips.

You were perfection.

"When you wake I will do whatever it takes to make you happy and I'll be by your side always."

He ran his free hand along your cheek gently and leaned down to give you a kiss.

He had to give you at least one because he wasn't sure you would ever wake up.

Frigga wanted to cry at the sight.

Thor was in love and he was heart broken. She had failed to find him a solution and didn't know what else she could to help.

Then, while silence had once again enveloped the room, your eyes flickered open slowly. You squeezed your hand which caught the attention of the god and he looked up to you in shock as waited for you to adjust to the light.

"Thor?"

Frigga smiled as she rushed in to her son's side, who had now gathered you up in his arms and pulled you to his chest.

"I'm here. I'm here!" He was so happy.

"Loki... He..."

"I know. You're alright. You're safe now." He pulled away just enough so he could look at you. "I was so scared I was going to lose you."

You reached up and cradled his face in your hands.

"You could never lose me."

He leaned in and gave you that long awaited kiss. This was bliss to him. He had everything he wanted wrapped up in his arms.

Frigga smiled and coughed lightly into her hand to get Thor's attention.

The pair of you broke apart and turned to her.

"Are you not going to introduce us?"

"Apologies mother." He wasn't even the least bit embarrassed about kissing you in front of her. Your cheeks felt warm, however. "This is Lady Y/N. Y/N, all mother Frigga."

"It's an honour to meet you." You smiled.

"The honour is mine, Y/N. I welcome you into our family." Her smile was warm and inviting. She made you feel comfortable and safe.

"Thank you." Your cheeks must be bright red right now.

"That is if you'll have. Thor spoke seriously. His eyes trained on you.

"You'd be a fool to think otherwise."

He laughed before kissing you again.

Loki would eventually be caught and punished for his attempts to rid of you under the influence of a curse, but until then Thor and yourself would live out your days happily.

It was a shame his brother wouldn't be at the wedding.

[sage-and-rosemary]

His Angel

Pairings: Loki x female!reader, very slight Thor x Sif

Warnings: little mention of alcohol and men not taking a hint

Summary: (Takes place before Thor) When Queen Frigga decides to host a ball in the golden halls of Asgard, she decides to invite all the eligible princesses and ladies of the courts. The Queen’s intention is to help her sons find a wife or at least a love to make Thor less reckless and Loki less irritable. While Thor is being flocked by the women and even a few men, Loki escapes to the balcony overlooking the Queen’s gardens. He was looking for some peace and quiet but instead found an intriguing angelic being doing just the same. 

*I just wrote this and have not really reread it that much but I know it sucks but you have to start somewhere to get good right? Please leave some feedback in a nice way, please. Thank you. I hope it is somewhat good. 

One by one, kings and courts men would step in front of the Allfather, sat upon his throne, with his Queen to his left and his two sons to his right. Once they approached the royal family they would introduce their “gift” to the princes; the gift was their own daughters. Queen Frigga thought this would benefit her sons and help them find love sooner. For Thor, this was a way to have women swoon after him and maybe even let a few stay the night in his chambers. Loki scoffed at the thought of his reckless brother that still could not learn how to treat a woman. For Loki though, this was more of a punishment. He would be forced to spend the entire night sipping wine while the only attention he got was from his mother and girls trying to work their way to Thor and Fandral through him. 

As the line went on, Loki stopped paying attention to the women. He would not need to learn their names for none would dare to talk to him. Towards the end, however, there was one girl that stood out to him. While he was daydreaming about magic he noticed there was a sound missing from this interaction. Instead of a high pitched giggle being emitted from the lady’s mouth as Thor kissed the back of her hand, he was met with silence. He looked up to see a beautiful woman with (h/c) hair pulled into an intricate updo with flowers woven into it. Her bright (e/c) eyes looked to him as scanned the rest of her features, her body type, height, but most importantly the gigantic pure white wings that were folded behind her back. Their softness paired with her beautiful silken backless dress but their color contrasted the deep purple of the silk. 

Loki heard a cough from his brother and realized the angelic creature was standing in front of him with her hand extended and her chin up with a delicate smirk gracing her lips. Her soft plump lips... Loki quickly shook the animalistic thoughts away and gently encased her small soft hand in his. He brought the back of her hand to his lips, placing a kiss to it ever so slightly, almost as if he was afraid she would disintegrate before his very eyes. As he did this, his eyes never left hers and he realized that no matter how soft and delicate her hands, eyes, or lips may seem they all hold strength in them. He realized that with a simple movement, look, or word she could have him and everyone around her either at her every beck and call or dead if she pleased. 

As soon as she came, she was gone and the next women stepped up with her father. Loki tried to keep his eyes on her every movement so he could learn more about her when the line finished but after a few women, she disappeared behind a pillar and he could not find her. 

After the line reached the last lady, Thor quickly made his way to the hoard of women waiting for him, while Loki made a mad dash for the goblets of wine. He watched as the girls and even a few men stood around Thor giggling and feeling his arms and chest as he told stories of his adventures, leaving out all the details of how he almost got everyone killed and how Loki or Lady Sif had to quickly diffuse the chaos and save their little group. 

Deciding that he did not want to deal with one more lonely princess or lady of the court trying to weasel their way to Thor through him, Loki quickly hid behind a pillar and made his way to the balconies overlooking his mother’s gardens. During social events so stressful as this, he would always make his way to the garden to read a book or to just practice his magic, but as always his mother was one step ahead of him. After the last ball when she finally discovered where her youngest would run off to, she made sure that guards were posted at every door to make sure he did not escape. So the balconies would have to do as everyone was too busy with Thor or Odin to pay attention to the beauty of Asgard’s nature at this time of night. 

As he moved to look over the railing, he noticed a feather. A pure white feather had fallen to the ground. Loki went to pick it up when he then realized the shadow by the wall. Two beautiful bright wings stretched as a woman leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath. She was mumbling something under her breath that he could not understand. Carefully stalking over to her, he decided to let himself be known. He silently curses himself for not paying attention to her name or title but from the tiara she was clutching in her hands, he can deduce she is clearly a princess. 

“Are... are you alright, your highness,” his silver tongue is lost as he stares at the beautiful being before him. He visibly cringes as her reaction to his question is to coldly laugh at him.

“Am I alright? Am I alright?! I was just forced to dance with a bunch of spoiled princesses that can not even speak for themselves around a man and then I was pushed into a clump of them as they giggled and praised Thor for breathing! I felt like I entered Ginnungagap itself! And to make this all worse some of those sleazy so-called ‘guards’ decided to come up to me and whisper a dozen disgusting comments that their drunken minds probably believed were compliments! So no! I am not ‘alright,’” she said all of this in just a few breaths so once she finished she started panting. Loki’s mouth had fallen open after the first couple of words. If he was not completely taken with her when they first met then he definitely was now. After a few minutes of him not speaking she scoffed and started to turn away but Loki quickly found his silver tongue. 

“My my... What bold things for a princess to say, but something tells me you are no ordinary princess, are you?” he says with a chuckle. She turns around and lets out a breathy little laugh, her mind just now catching up to her and reminding her who she is talking to. She started to apologize for her words but was stopped when Loki raised his hand to silence her. He took two long strides to the railing of the balcony and looked over the edge. His hand beckoned for her to make her way over to the railing with him and she quickly sprinted to his side. Their arms brushed against each other’s as they stood there in silence for what felt like eternity wrapped into a nanosecond. She looked up to him to gaze at his features but found him already gazing at her. 

“You truly are unlike any princess I have ever met. You do not flock around Thor with the others and you hold yourself like a warrior. Tell me, Princess, do you wish to be a warrior instead,” the question had been burning in his mind once he caught sight of the dagger rested between her shoulder blades only moments ago.

“More than anything. Also, my name is (y/n), so please, if you could, use it and do not call me princess. I would like for one person tonight to treat me as a person, not royalty,” she spoke softly to him and he found himself smiling for reasons unknown to him. 

Loki and (y/n) spent the entire night talking about what they wanted in life and how much they despised being royalty. As the night went on Loki decided that if it was to end it would end beautifully. He grabbed (y/n)’s hand and ran to his mother to ask if they could be excused to go to the stables. Frigga said yes but almost had a heart attack from her youngest holding a maiden’s hand while the biggest smile graced his face and his eyes filled with what could only be described as love just being born. 

Quickly the pair rushed to the stables and jumped on a horse. Loki sat in front, taking the reigns while (y/n) wrapped her arms tightly around the God of Mischief and she rested her cheek against the smooth leather adorned on his back. Subconsciously her wings mimicked her arms and wrapped themselves around Loki and herself keeping them warm. Loki could feel his heart flutter at the simple innocent action and made the horse slow just slightly so he could enjoy this longer. 

Once they reached a clearing just outside of the gardens, he quickly got off the horse and as he went to help (y/n) down she slid off the other side on her own. He chuckled quietly and as he tied the horse to a tree he let his magic create a blanket on the grass along with a small little picnic and a book (y/n) had mentioned she absolutely loved. They spent the whole night reading and laughing as they told stories. Never had either of them felt so free and alive. By the time the sun had risen over the golden palace, they had fallen asleep. (y/n) had an arm and a wing draped over Loki’s stomach while their legs were intertwined. Loki’s arm was lazy throw across her back with his hand in her hair while her head was buried in the crook of his neck. They stayed like this even when they woke up but neither of them dared to move never wanting their time together to end. Only one thought rushed through their heads. Loki thought of asking her to stay so he could learn more about her and help her train to be a warrior and maybe even one day she could be his Queen. (y/n) thought of how she would gladly give up the life of a princess or even a warrior if it meant being with him but she knows he would never let her give up being a warrior and that made her fall even harder. They both drifted off back to sleep in each other’s arms. 

Thor and the warriors three along with Lady Sif made their way through the woods behind the gardens in search of his brother. What Thor saw made him laugh but deep down he was happy and jealous. He was happy his stone cold brother finally looked so calm and loving for once. But also he was jealous at how quickly Loki found it. Thor had been with numerous women in his life and never has he had was he found in front of him. Lady Sif rode up next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. 

“Someday, my prince. You will have that someday,” Sif said to him with slight hope hanging off her tongue. 

[crowkingwrites]

War Creatures (Ch.26)

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Summary:  In a crossover of the Nine Realms and Westeros, you find yourself in the dawn of a rebellion. Odin, Lord of Pyke, has made alliances with your family, House Grover of Highgarden. Your father’s army will join Odin’s army to overthrow the King and take the Iron Throne. There is just one cost to this alliance.You must marry the dark, young prince Loki.In a world where Kings do as they wish, where war is an oncoming storm, and peace is nothing but a dream, you are lost but brave. Loki is more powerful than he seems, and love will grow from the flames of war.

Words: 2436 // [AO3 Link]

Elise looked at the war table with wide eyes and shaky fingers. She was a beautiful, blonde sunflower among weeds and thorns. She dared to be gentle in a world of turmoil. However gentle she was, she was never raised to be nothing more than my lady in waiting. Her fingers touched hills and castles, but none of that made sense in her head.

“Malekith comes from the North?” she asked, pointing towards the snow covered lands. I shook my head.

“No, Frost Giants come from the North. Malekith is an Elf. His family comes from the South.”

“And there are two kinds of elves?” Elise pointed towards the South. She touched the top of a figurine.

“Yes, long ago, there was a civil war between the elves. Light and Dark. The royal families muddied their bloodlines, so there was no telling who the true heir to the throne was. Ultimately, the Dark Elves won. So, Malekith has the throne. Understand?”

“I think so,” Elise bit her lip. It had been a long day of learning for her. She knew most things. What I did every day, what choices I made for the castle. When it came to valuable information, such as history and current events, Elise felt lost. As if someone had taken her mind and shook it, scrambling bits of information everywhere. I put my hand on top of hers before she touched another piece.

“Let’s stop here,” I said. Elise smiled, grateful for the break. When we stepped out of the Lord’s chambers, I watched Loki give his own private lessons to Fandral who seemed to be learning much faster than Elise. Loki held individual notes and letters in his hand. He tossed away each one as they both studied through it. The papers fell through the moon door, floating away in the wind.

The Moon Door bothered me less, but I still remembered flashes of memory that invaded my mind. It didn’t matter now. Loki would never let anyone touch me like that again. Neither would Elise. She gripped me tighter and consciously pulled me away from the hundred foot drop.

“When do you leave?” Elise asked. Her arm around mine still held on tight.

“Soon, I think,” I answered honestly. “I try not to involve myself too much in war planning. Loki gets tired of talking about it all the time, and it hurts my heart to think of Thor and Sif as our enemies.”

“I understand,” Elise nodded. “To think, I am to be a lady of the Eyrie. I have a husband who is not only a Lord, but a high ranking knight. This is our home. My best friend will be the Queen of the Nine Kingdoms.”

“You think I’ll be Queen? What of Sif? Or Frigga?” I asked. “Loki’s mother has much more experience than I do. Sif already has an heir.” Elise nodded her head.

“Do not compare yourself to others. You may be younger than both of them, but you have something they don’t.”

“Which is?”

“The love of the people,” Elise smiled at me. I shook my head.

“That’s a ridiculous—

“It’s not. You do. Everyone at Highgarden loved you. I would get jealous chambermaids who wanted to serve you. Loki’s men have looked at you longer than they should have. I remember watching Loki berating one of his men for speaking about you in a romantic manner. I believe he wanted to sweep you away, and Loki nearly blinded him so he may never look at you again. The dwarves? They worshipped you even when you were lying to them.”

“People love me that much?”

“People adore you that much,” Elise corrected me. “You were made to be queen. Many people want to serve you, be with you, and follow you. My house and family will follow you to the very end. I know that much.” Elise’s fidelity to me was unnerving and never ending. I had been too blessed with her by my side.

“I will miss you,” I kissed her cheek. “What will I do without you?”

“You’ll be fine without me,” Elise looked around her. The Eyrie was a large castle sitting on top of a high peak. Its defenses were known across the nine kingdoms as the best. Elise’s fingers shook. I took her hand again. She was safer than she realized.

“You’ll be fine. You know so much already.”

As the days passed, Elise caught on while I packed up to leave this home. It did not feel the same as leaving Highgarden. Highgarden will always be my home. The Eyrie was where Loki and I made our home. It is where we fell in love; where we made love for the first time. This was a different kind of sadness.

I mounted a horse with my back straightened and my eyes looking forward. I glanced behind me to see Elise still standing at the gates. Her sad smile imprinted on my memory. I looked forward again, my hands gripped tight on the reins. My horse started to jog up to Loki’s horse.

He looked ahead until he noticed me next to him. His green cape draped behind him. His golden horns were polished and sat proud on his head. Loki smiled proudly.

“You look like a queen,” His blue eyes went over my outfit. I wore golden armor across my shoulders. A green cape also draped behind me. Instead of horns, I donned a golden crown of flowers. The very same crown that the kind dwarves gifted me.

Several dwarves stood behind us ready to march. Each one covered in armor and weapons. My own men held Highgarden banners high while Iron Island men stood next to them. Three different armies all stood behind us. It felt intimidating to see all of these men to depend their lives on me. For a moment, I wanted to run away back to Highgarden where everyone and everything was safe.

“Darling?” Loki’s fingers brushed at my cheek. “Are you ready?” I looked forward once more. The land before us will filled with no promises, impending violence, and it possibly held the deaths of several of our people. My stomach filled with dread.

“No,” I answered quietly. A queen would not show her weakness to her people. But I was no queen. I felt my breathing become shaky. Soon, a green mist slowly surrounded me. I inhaled it and felt calm again as if nothing happened. I raised my eyebrows to see my husband put his left hand back into his glove.

“I’ve been practicing that one,” he started. “I noticed how nervous you’ve been. I only wanted to help.” Loki’s new captain, Xerxes, rode up to us. His wild hair blew in the wind while his almost black eyes found mine.

“Everyone’s ready on your command, your Majesty,” he told us. He held my gaze for a moment longer and then looked towards Loki waiting for confirmation.

Loki nodded his head. We both watched Xerxes ride away on his horse, commanding everyone to march forward. This was it. We were seasoned in battle and seasoned in attacking and protecting a castle. This was progress. This was moving forward.

Again, I was reminded how beautiful the land of the Nine Kingdoms could be. Green pastures and nature took their course on this land. Some saplings reached their tiny branches towards the sun so they may be blessed with its warmth. Other trees seemed to touch the sky, already in the sun’s favor.

“Do you remember the last time we rode together?” I asked my husband to pass the time.

“We came to the Eyrie together,” he answered.

“But as friends. And only a friends.”

I watched a smile form on his face. His joy was infectious. “I remember that too. Why do you mention this?”

“Because we’ve grown so much. It still amazes me.”

“Well, it shouldn’t surprise you. My mother is incredibly crafty and clever. She’s the one to arrange this marriage. She knew your father hated the King. She also knew how many men you had and what a stronghold and strong ally Highgarden would be.”

“And me?”

“Your father spoke highly of you. I don’t think he spoke highly enough. You are much more than what I expected,” Loki frowned. “I do mean that. Back then, I was still upset and heartbroken. I treated you terribly.”

“You had to plan war.”

“I avoided you. I didn’t want you. It was a mistake. All of it. I should’ve known from our wedding night.”

“Our wedding night? What do you mean? You went off to plan an attack with my father.”

“No, no. Something else happened that night. Something I thought you wouldn’t be comfortable with knowing.” Loki told me. He rode a little closer. My ears peaked in interest.

“Tell me,” I said.

“How much do you remember of that night?”

“I remember the bedding ceremony and how much we hated it. I remember having you alone for only moments until Fandral came to collect you because of an urgent notice. Then you left.” I explained. Loki frowned again.

“Do you remember e saying goodbye to you?” he asked earnestly. The memory came back, but it was so long ago for such a small detail.

“Yes, he’s expecting you in the war council now,” Fandral looked at me. “As lovely as your bride looks, I’m afraid your wedding night will have to wait.” I smiled. Loki didn’t say a word about my dress or me the entire night, but it was nice of his friend Fandral to say something so nice.”

“I apologize, my lady,” Loki said. “Despite my attitude earlier, I was looking forward to tonight. I hope you sleep well.” Loki placed another kiss on my cheek. The same warm feeling washed over me.

“I kissed you on the cheek.” Loki turned the reigns to the left, following the road into the woods.

“You did, but what of it?”

“It was shortly after that it started to happen. The magic,” Loki continued. “After I left you alone, I did go straight to the war council with your father. He felt bad for taking me away from you, but I sensed he didn’t exactly warm up to the idea of us being together. We started to discuss things when I first felt it. There was a heartbeat in my arm and it was not mine. I ignored it, thinking it must be nerves. But then it continued.”

“Continued?”

“The heartbeat would come and go. Sometimes it would be calm. Other times it would be excited. I didn’t realize what it truly was until the day I used my magic to hurt you. When I sent you back, the heartbeat quickened and almost stopped. I realized then what it was. Soulmate magic.”

“Soulmate magic? Is there such a thing?” I asked confusedly. It was a hard thing to believe, but Loki had proved that magic existed and it was real.

“There is. I wanted to test it out. When you ran and no one could find you, I used that magic. I manifested it into leading me to you.”

“And that’s how you found me,” I finished the thought for him. “What does it mean?”

“It means that you and I are tied to one another, sealed with this magic. It means that my mistake of denying you, avoiding you was almost dire. I could’ve lost you. I will never made the sae mistake again.”

“Is that why you were eager to take me up on my deal? The friendship vows?” I asked. Loki nodded. The sunlight broke through the trees in the woods. The light played with his face.

“Since that day I found you in the maze, in the middle of the battle, I believed that we were soulmates. I belonged to you, as you belong to me. So many things have happened since then, but I still believe that,” Loki chuckled. “War. It has made a creature out of me. I crave power. I want justice. I fall deeply for a girl from Highgarden. I think the Fates mean to make me into a War Creature, so I am no longer human. Just a man who is a slave to his own emotions.”

“Then that must make me a War Creature as well, don’t you think?”

Loki cocked his eyebrow. “Explain.”

“I have found myself so strangely loyal to you. My anger against Malekith has grown with each day. I want nothing but to see him burn and those children returned to their families. A sadness grows inside of me whenever I think of how much loss has happened. My heart breaks, but yet you mend it back together. My desire for you has only blossomed. I, too, am a slave to my emotions.”

“The Fates have made us both War Creatures, it seems,” Loki smiled at me. Xerxes rode up to both of us again. His horse close to my side than Loki’s.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted. “Scouts have reported back to me about the perfect camping spot in the woods. They say it will be an excellent spot for the cloaking spell you mentioned.”

“Lead us there and we will make camp then,” Loki ordered. Xerxes nodded his head and rode off.

“Cloaking spell?”

“I’m afraid there is a lot to explain, but know that you are safe with me always,” Loki promised. We approached a dip in the woods. The land was covered in leaves and soil that was never used for farming. Trees shielded everything from the sun. As our caravan made their way down into the dip, I watched Loki and his other high ranking colleagues stay at the border of the dip.

Their hands changed positions quickly and I watched a brown-red border rise from the ground and form a barrier between us and the outside world. The barrier was patterned with crossing lines and linked circles. It didn’t disturb the trees or the rest of nature. The barrier formed a dome above my head and closed. Then it disappeared as if nothing was there.

What couldn’t Loki do with magic? I wondered.

My stomach turned and I felt a large of amount of pain inside of me. I clutched my body and held it together. A healer ran up to me and supported me with her own strength.

“My lady, are you alright?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” I looked around me. My vision was not blurry. My head went fine. This was not poison. This was something else.

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[imagine-loki]

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Sixty-Three AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

“Norn’s what is with you and banging your head?” Eir sighed in exasperation as she checked over Maebh. “I have spent more time tending to you in the last year than I have tended to other women older than you in their entire lives.” She scolded.

“I had to protect my children,” Maebh argued, looking over at Vali, who had long settled and was sitting on the floor by his grandmothers feet as though nothing had ever happened, sticking one chubby little fist into his mouth as he drooled, an emerging tooth causing him to do so; her hand on her stomach also, referring to the baby growing within. “I would do it again in a heartbeat.”

“I know you would, I fear that is half the issue,” Eir grumbled as she tried to get Maebh to focus on her. “You are slightly concussed, though that comes as no surprise. You need to rest, but not fall asleep for the rest of the afternoon, and tonight, you are to be woken a few times to ensure you are alright, am I understood?” the healer looked at Frigga, receiving a nod of confirmation from the other woman and then to Loki, who could barely look her in the eye. “Any more concerns and you are aware of my location.” She stated before taking her leave again.

“You heard her, rest,” Frigga instructed, pointing to the bedroom. “Loki, assist your wife to your room.”

Loki looked at his wife, his face marred with his guilt. Since the incident, he had not uttered a word to her, feeling too culpable for everything that had transpired as a result of his actions. “Right.” His voice was small as he made his way to Maebh, who was just watching him, her face expressionless. Without waiting for her to get to her feet, Loki placed his arms under her, and carried her, not stopping until he placed her on their bed, and slowly shying away from her after that.

“That wasn’t necessary.” There was no anger in her voice, she was just stating fact.

“It was safer.” He turned to leave.

“Loki…”

“It was entirely my fault.”

“Loki…”

He turned to face her again, angry at himself. “You cannot argue such Maebh; if I had not ridden as I had; if you had not been as fast to react as you did…” he shuddered at the thought.

She placed her hand on his cheek, silencing him, noting the tears in his eyes. “Do not speak one more word on the matter. What concerns me is what has you in such a manner, what was said to make you so frantic?”

Loki looked at her in awe. “You are so astute.” He gave a weak smile. “It does not matter.”

“Let me be the judge of that, for I fear you are not thinking as you usually do.”

“Thor wants me to go to Vanaheim, for near a season in the near future.” Maebh’s eyes widened. “I told him no, I could not leave you again, not with another child so close, not after…” He still found it difficult to reference their near death experiences.

“And?”

“He questioned my loyalty.” Loki thought he knew anger when Thor had spoken those words to him, but he saw there and then, nothing he said or felt was in anyway a match for his wife. “Maebh?”

“Send for him.”

“Maebh.”

“Send for him now or so help me, as true as your child is growing in me, I will get out of this bed and walk to him, and I cannot promise to allow his head remain on his shoulders.” She growled through gritted teeth. He decided it best not to argue, and called for one of the stablehands, informing him that his brother was required at his home at the earliest convenience. Until such time as Thor could arrive, Maebh was left to stew in her new found anger.

Thor came as soon as he could, not sure what to expect, his brother’s stablehand had mentioned that Princess Maebh had been injured, and that Eir had been sent for, so, worried, he cut short the days work and may his way to the homestead that lay nestled in the trees by the town. When he arrived, there did not seem to be a sense of distress to the yard, and making his way to the door, he walked in, only to sense that the calm outside of the house was not present within. Nafi, who had returned from his training, glared at him from the table, and with him, Vali sitting on Frigga’s lap, her own face seemed somewhat cold and angry, he was about to ask her what was afoot when Loki walked intro the room from his bedroom, his demeanour similar to that he had left Thor's home with earlier that day, only he seemed more angered, something Thor had not thought possible.

Loki was about to open his mouth when Maebh exited the room, her stomach a slight bit rounder than when Thor had last seen her two weeks previous, having heard from Loki that the baby had turned, causing her to bear a rapidly growing stomach. He was somewhat shocked to see there was a bandage on her head, same as when she had birthed Vali. “Frigga.” She did not even look at her mother-in-law as she said her name. Immediately; Nafi rose and left the table, not taking his eye off his uncle as he passed him, his lips slightly tilted up, knowing that out of the people Thor should fear, his mother was top of that list, because she was indeed livid with the king, and the boy knew she would not be a moment letting him know what was on her mind. Frigga followed suit very quickly, Vali in her arms, not looking at her older son as she passed him.

“What is at play here?” Thor asked, eyeing his brother and his wife cautiously.

“I think it is you that should answer that question.” Maebh snarled furiously.

Thor looked at her in confusion for a moment. “I know that the journey to Vanaheim is not ideal at this time, but…”

“Oh that will be discussed at length very soon, I can assure you, but that is not the reason I asked for you to come here.” Maebh looked more like a feral animal that a human as she spoke to Thor, and it terrified him. He had no idea what it was she was referencing. “You dare suggest for one second that Loki does not know his place, that he is not loyal to you.” She shook with anger.

Thor's eyes widened and he raised his hands as though surrendering. “I know I should not have said that, and I cannot apologise enough for it. I know my brother is loyal, I could not ask for one as devoted as him by my side.”

“You are damn right.” She snarled. “He nearly gave his life for you and you have the audacity to utter those words.” Thor looked down in shame. “You should get down on bended knees and thank the Norn’s, the Gods and the world itself you have the brother you have; and for your son to be half as lucky. Look around you Thor, how many have one of their kin by their side that they can depend on so greatly when the other has so much to gain from their loss, and what do you do? You spit on him, because he actually is scared for his family. It says a lot of you when you cannot empathise.”

“Now, I do…”

“How can you, if instead you question his loyalty rather than try to think as he was thinking?” she challenged. Again he could not answer. “You are too used to being the centre of the realm Thor, and in doing so, you cannot see the forests, for you are focusing too greatly on one tree.”

Thor listened, knowing better than to argue, in truth, he had been somewhat selfish, his not wanting to be away from his own family had caused him to only consider the options that meant he did not have to. “You are right, I concede, I have been somewhat self-centred.”

Loki stood, somewhat startled as his admission. “Obviously, but the thing about being a king Thor, is learning to recognise this by yourself, not having your brother and his wife tell you, how can you figure out your path as a king if you are still busy suckling like a calf on a teat. It is our duty to assist you, and we gladly do so, without question but you have to figure it out by yourself too.” Maebh stated sharply, feeling exhausted from her day.

“You need to rest.” Loki went straight over to her, just as she began to stumble. “I have you.” He held her against him.

Thor took a few steps forward. “What happened her?”

“I galloped home, she, Vali and mother were on the road, and to protect them, she allowed herself get injured.” Loki explained, using his body to shield Thor from coming too close. “I would not suggest you come much further, she has had to be talked out of castrating you once already today, and to be honest, and I am not in the mood to talk her out of it again should she reconsider her position.” Thor took another step back at that, watching helplessly as Loki carried his wife to the room to rest. When he emerged, he looked exhausted, taking a moment to locate his brother. “So say to me now, look me right in the eye and tell me she is fine.” He dared.

“Loki…”

“She could die, can you not fathom that? Not because of the usual risks a woman carries, but because her body is not strong enough, she is still ill, still!” Loki shouted angrily. “And all you are concerned about is a trip to Vanaheim you and I both know can either be done without me, or at a later date.”

“I apologise for wishing you there,” Thor growled.

“You want me to hold your hand for you Thor, you are too scared to face a decision by yourself, you always have been, that is why I have been by your side since the day you could have me by it, everything from wooing Sif, to our raids, to even our hunting trips, I make the decisions under your name, it needs to stop Thor, grow up, be a man.”

“I went to Midgard without you.”

“You had sweet little choice, and it is clear that you did nothing of note there. Where are the bounties of raid from your last visit pray tell? For I have yet to encounter them.” Thor squared up to him. “You see this is your issue, you cannot counter my logical argument, so you resort to being a burly brute, use words for a change Thor.”

“You want to punch me, though, don’t you?” Thor challenged, wanting to vent his anger.

“Yes I do, but I am also a grown man with children, so I will not resort to juvenile behaviour, what manner is that to rear my sons?” Angry, Thor turned and stormed out the door. “When you are truly remorseful and wish to discuss Vanaheim properly, then I am here, but until then, stew on the truths given to you this day brother,” Loki stated, going to his room to check on his wife.

Thor did not turn to face him again as he left. When he went outside, he was met by his mother who was holding Vali in her arms as his brother told him the different animals in their yard, pausing when he noticed Thor, which in turn caused Frigga and Vali to look around.

“Take Vali to the stables for a minute Nafi,” Frigga stated, handing the small child to his brother, who was burly enough to carry him with ease, doing as he was told.

“I have had enough of a dressing down for one afternoon mother.” Thor sighed.

“She cannot be without him, this time, Thor. Whatever it is that needs doing there, either send him immediately or wait until the child is born.”

“Is it really that bad?” Thor asked, his mother nodded. “How?”

“The child keeps moving in and out of position, it has altered again so that it is head down, but it is not going where it needs to for some reason, Eir thinks it is going to be too big for her to birth, and it may very well turn again, meaning it will breech, it very well can kill her.” She explained in a low voice, not wanting Nafi to hear them.

“Sif never stated.”

“She does not know, Loki does not even know.”

“What?”

“She does not want to concern him, she does not wish to concern anyone, I only know because Eir told me behind her back, something she should not do, but Maebh seems resigned that she may not survive this birth, and that is concerning. If Loki is not here, she will not even fight, I know it, or worse, she will go too soon, and that way, we could lose both of them.” Frigga informed him.

“I…Loki is suspicious.”

“Of course, he is, he is no fool, your brother; I have never met one as observant as him.”

“Why do you think I have come to depend on him too much?” Thor sighed. “Norn’s, there is no end to it all. Are we cursed?”

“I often ask myself that too. Did that foul beast of an ex-wife of his sell what little soul she possesses to cause him to suffer, for this is more agony for him than if he himself were to suffer personally.”

“I need to go back and tell him…” Thor turned to go into the house.

“He is tired, and he has a long night of caring for her to deal with, let him rest, when he wakes, I will tell him that you will see him tomorrow to speak with regards everything.”

“Tell him I await his forgiveness,” Thor stated.

Frigga gave a small smile. “You need not ask for such, he will give it regardless.”

“Maebh is right, I do not know my luck at the brother I have, I do not appreciate my good fortune”

“Acknowledging that alone tells us all what we need to know. As long as you know that, then everything will right itself again soon.” Frigga smiled, taking his face in her hands and kissing her taller son’s forehead, with a small smile, he turned and left. Frigga walked into the stables to hear Nafi speaking to his brother, silently, she stood out of sight and listened.

“We won’t be like father and Thor, we will not argue. I know I will never abuse my place as older brother against you, and I know that with our mother and father, you will be the same.” Her heart swelled and broke slightly with that comment. “And I know that we are to have another brother or sister, but we will look after them, or with how close you are, I find myself envious, if it is a boy, you will probably want to play with him, not with me.” There was no doubting the sadness in Nafi’s voice. “But I will look after you both regardless, it is my duty, and I want to make sure you are both safe.” He swore.

“You will,” Frigga smiled proudly. Nafi gave her a scathing look. “What is it my darling?”

“Why did you forgive Thor for what he said?”

“Your father forgave him, to say he lives means your mother did also; and other than that, he is my son, I will always love him, and even when he does something foolish, I will continue to assist him as best I can, the same as your parents will do for you and Vali.”

“I would never question Vali like that,” Nafi stated ardently.

“I hope you never have to be in the position to think otherwise.” She smiled sadly, knowing the day could very well come that her younger son would have to shatter Nafi’s idea of his family, and prayed to herself it never came to pass. “Now, let us get something to eat, your mother will need to rest and relax to allow her recovery once more.” On hearing of how to assist him mother, Nafi handed his brother to his grandmother and walked toward the house.

[philosopherking1887]

Lovers’ Leap

This is Part 1 of my Thorki giveaway fic for @darklittlestories, who requested: “Thor brings Lo some exotic offworld drink/drug that *melts* stressball/buttoned-up!Loki & has ecstasy-esque snuggly (or sexy?) properties and some sort of affection ensues:D Loki gets to chill.” In theory the fic was supposed to be 2000-3000 words, but it’s almost 2000 words already and I haven’t even gotten to the part where Loki gets high... it’s gonna be at least 4000 words. Oh well. If I’d had more time I would have written you a shorter fic. For now have some Thor & Frigga interaction. Frigga is a Cool Mom.

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When Thor called upon his mother late in the afternoon, she was holding court among her ladies, sitting regally at her loom while two of them helped her by sorting through skeins of colored thread and others occupied themselves at various useful tasks: spinning, embroidering, working fine metal wire into jewelry with the aid of simple seiðr.

The maid at the door announced him to the Queen, then opened the door to admit him. “Thor!” Frigga cried happily, with just a hint of relief, while all her attendants dropped what they were doing to stand and offer him their most gracious curtseys, eyes demurely lowered (though several of the younger ladies stole flirtatious glances through their eyelashes). “What is the occasion for this pleasant surprise?” Frigga asked cheerfully as she rose from her seat and made her way toward him.

“As I’m sure you know, Hogun has invited me to accompany him to visit his family in Vanaheim. Before I depart, I hoped you might advise me on the things I should see and do while in that Realm, since you know both it and me as well as anyone.”

“Of course, I’d be delighted to! Let us walk in the garden while we speak: it will be quiet there, and it is a perfect day for it. Fulla, will you fetch me my scarf?” she added, turning to one of the young women who had been assisting with her weaving.

By thus excusing herself, Frigga effectively dismissed her entourage: they all gathered up their work and departed in a flurry of skirts. Only a few were still lingering, casting a last furtive glance at Thor, by the time Fulla returned from another room with a length of gauzy fabric. “Thank you, dear,” Frigga said warmly. “At my age, sun and wind do nothing good for the complexion,” she explained to Thor as she wrapped it loosely over her head. Then she took her son’s arm and headed for the door.

They strolled through a few arcaded hallways before they emerged into the gardens, over which the declining sun cast a dreamy golden glow. As they walked, Frigga reminisced about the forest glens of her childhood, the views from lonely mountains when the sun pierced through their shrouds of mist, the temples carved ingeniously into mountainsides or hidden so thoroughly in the trees that the pilgrim could not see them until she was at their very gates.

“But it’s been a thousand years since I lived there—I’m sure Hogun and his family know the beauties of Vanaheim far better than I do. Why are you asking me? Other than filial piety, of course,” she added with a quirk of her mouth.

Thor cleared his throat. “It’s not exactly the beauties of Vanaheim I wanted to ask you about.”

Frigga’s eyebrows shot up past where the drape of the scarf shaded her forehead. “Oh?”

Thor cleared his throat again, completely unnecessarily. “You mentioned once that you’d had some experience with—ah—mind-altering substances during your youth in Vanaheim. I’m sure you understand why I thought Hogun was the wrong person to ask about that.”

Frigga snorted. “Indeed. And to be safe, I won’t tell your father that we had this conversation, either.”

“I appreciate that.”

Frigga shook her head and chuckled softly. “When my son runs out of dragons to slay, he turns his adventurousness to the inner world. So, what kind of experience were you looking to have?”

“It’s… not exactly for me. I thought… well, you know that Loki found that Midgardian drug—cannabis, he said it was called—and it seems to have helped a bit with… whatever was making him so gloomy, and leading him to isolate himself so much.”

“But…” Frigga prompted him.

“But he still seems to be… on edge, most of the time. Moody, prone to long silences and sudden irritability. He insists that nothing is wrong with him—at least, nothing that a healer could solve. But since the cannabis did seem to be helping, at least to some degree, I wondered if you knew of some… less traditional remedy that might help with the lingering anxiety.”

“Well. I’m glad you came to me, because Skuld only knows what you might have found if you’d gone looking on your own…”

“And I thought your experience might be a good indication of what we should expect,” Thor put in quickly. “Since, of course, different people have different reactions to these things, but considering the close relationship…”

Frigga looked at him sharply. “That’s no guarantee of a similar experience.” Thor raised his eyebrows, startled by her brusqueness. “For all our healers know about the way medicines affect the body, their understanding of the effects of certain compounds on the brain, and thence in subjective experience, is still sadly partial,” she explained. “And of course they scarcely dare to research substances from other Realms whose use Asgardians tend to regard as a dangerous vice.”

“Of course.”

“That said—between my own experiences and those of the companions of my youth, I think I am well enough qualified to guide you through these waters. So—something to soothe anxiety? There’s always nightweed, though really all that does is dull the mind and induce heavy sleep. You definitely don’t want The Dreamer, because the visions it brings can be terrifying as often as they are comforting.” She chewed her lip, thinking, while they walked a few paces in silence. “You know, as odd as it sounds, I think your best bet is lovers’ leaf.”

Thor almost choked. Lovers’ leaf? Why would she suggest something with such a name? How much did she know, or suspect?

He must have allowed some small sound to escape, because Frigga chuckled at him.

“Don’t worry; it’s not an aphrodisiac, precisely. Though honestly it puzzles me why they gave it such a name, considering that it isn’t, and that quite enough aphrodisiacs are known in Vanaheim… one of them is called Hela’s fire, which sounds singularly unappealing. I think ‘lovers’ leaf’ is a bit of a pun on ‘lovers’ leap’—you know, the common name for a promontory over water where despairing lovers are said to leap to their deaths. No, it doesn’t make people do that, either,” Frigga quickly assured him when she saw Thor’s expression of alarm. “Rather, it… it approximates the feeling of falling in love—or rushing headlong into love, more like. Giddiness, euphoria, the sense that all is right with the world. It tends to come with loquaciousness and relaxed inhibitions, and often an intense craving for touch. So don’t be alarmed if you find Loki becoming unusually… cuddly.” She paused for a moment, then snorted softly to herself. “Though frankly, any degree of cuddly would be ‘unusually cuddly’ for your brother.”

“I see what you mean,” Thor agreed dryly, since he could hardly admit to their mother just how cuddly Loki could be. “So, where can I find this lovers’ leaf?”

“Oh, anywhere, really,” Frigga said airily. “Some tea sellers have it, and those who don’t won’t look at you askance for asking—though perhaps Hogun will. That boy was warped by spending his adolescence in Asgard—not that you were, dear, you seem to have turned out fine.” She patted his cheek with a playful twinkle in her eye. “Or you can find it at any of the Temples to Love that Freyja and Freyr have built around their Realm,” she said, returning to the previous topic of conversation so abruptly that Thor was disoriented for a moment. (That was a somewhat irritating habit she shared with Loki: their quicksilver thoughts darted about too quickly for the ordinary run of minds to follow.) “All the kinds of love,” she assured him quickly, “including friendship and familial love.”

Thor sincerely hoped that his face was not turning red. Or that if it was, Frigga would chalk it up to the sun and wind from which she had veiled herself.

“I am in your debt, my Queen and mother,” Thor said solemnly, taking her hand and bending his lips over it, in the hope that he could hide his embarrassment behind extravagant gallantry.

“Oh, nonsense,” Frigga said, delicately pulling her hand away. “I’m glad to see my sons showing a bit of adventurousness in the life of the mind… within reason, of course,” she added, though Thor was unsure whether it was for his benefit or hers.

“And,” she added, with a slight hesitation before she pressed on, “I’m even gladder to see one of my sons showing such concern for the well-being of the other.” She paused again, pressing her lips together while she considered her next words. “You two are old enough now that I sometimes feel you are… out of my reach. Parents never stop wanting to protect and care for their children, but there comes a point when the children begin to chafe under their parents’ overprotective care. And that is when the children, as siblings and as friends, must learn to take care of each other. Perhaps even in preparation for the day when they will no longer have their parents to care for them.”

Thor reached for his mother’s hand again, this time to press it between his in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. Frigga looked down at their clasped hands and a wry smile broke through her melancholy demeanor.

“Listen to me, going on as if I’m on death’s doorstep when I’m scarcely more than three thousand years old. I suppose all I meant to say was: I’m glad you’re taking care of your brother—or trying to, anyway. Loki has been chafing under my care for centuries now, though he has never ceased to worry me with those long silences, those periods of isolation… I can only hope he will respond better to your efforts than to mine.”

“Maybe he just hasn’t found the right drug yet,” Thor said with a crooked smile.

The smile Frigga returned to him was not entirely cheerful. “Well, then, you’ll just have to keep looking for that panacea, won’t you?”

“I’m not looking for a panacea, just… a temporary respite,” Thor protested, even as he wondered whether that was true.

“Well, lovers’ leaf is that,” Frigga agreed. “All the pleasures of being in love with little of the danger.”

Except for the inescapable danger of being in love with one’s own brother, Thor thought darkly as Frigga resumed her reminiscences and they turned their steps back toward the palace.

[simuran]

#idea shamefully stolen from @gostaks who has a post about the same issue between anakin and darthy with ''i am your father'' #i mean if you tell someone ''acTUALLY X is your father'' and magic is a thing of course you'd assume you have 2 dads #how that happened is none of your business you just try and figure out how it took you so long to realise #''You waged war against youR HUSBAND in jotunheim?!'' #the reason odin goes into odinsleep is because he's realising loki didn't get the full message and the implications put him into shock #frigga doesn't realise loki thinks this so when she mentions his father and brother (because gaslighting) he's all 'ok' #frigga mentions being his mother and loki's family tree in his mind is just going crazy #''did frigga mean adoptive mother or were she laufey and odin in a polyam relationship that i didn't know about???'' #loki still has a mental and emotional breakdown but its not over being jotun or adopted

AU where odin says that loki is a laufeyson and he comes to the completely logical conclusion that odin and laufey were married at some point