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justjams2003 · 4 months ago

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Sweet Savagery -11

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Hel, Asgard, Valhalla, lightning strikes. Talk about slavery. Fire. Nakedness in front of a lot of people. Choking, yelling, chains, parental issues. Google Translate Norwegian. Scars. Body image issues. Talking about not eating. Dungeons. Thor straight up tries to kill you in this one...Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 2,3k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

Tag list: @torossosebs @steverogersistheguy @thehighladyofasgard @notyourtypicalrose @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet @lovelyselfshipper @groovy-lady @seishm @sincerely-silk

~Masterlist~

Part 10~Part 12 (Coming soon)

Three months and nothing to fill your ears but the constant down pour of rain. You feel like an empty husk of yourself. The healers they’d come inside, clean your wound, leave food and then leave. The scar left behind...it’s a reminder on your body of something so violent. You spent hours on end looking in the mirror, tracing the white-pink mark. You’d stretch your stomach, looking at the way it move with your skin.

Then the tears would start again. Of course Thor hasn’t come to see you. Who would want you now? A slightly reminder of your disobedience, if only you stayed with him. You should have known he’d never want you to leave his side. You’d bite the inside of your cheeks until you could taste the metal dripping out your mouth. And then you’d check again. Red, blood red. Not even a speck of gold.

An annoyed gasp escapes you, with what strength you have you’d hit the mirror. But, it doesn’t have much effect. It doesn’t fill the rage that has been swirling around inside you. You feel so stupid. You know he had to cut his trip short because of your insolence. And here you sit in your room, crying because you miss him. His warmth, his voice and those eyes.

You hang over the balcony, you look down at the village. Very few people are outside, just those who really need to be. To keep their families alive, to hunt and to fish. But when they open their door the water comes pouring in. Flooding their homes. All because these three months it hasn’t once stopped raining.

Some part of you feels guilty for it. You know you can't control the weather, but if you could it would be like this. It’s supposed to be warmer now. It’s still cold like it should be in the deep of the winter and the sun hasn’t shown once. It’s not Spring like it should be. And New Asgard is struggling for it.

“I heard you aren’t eating.” The voice is rough and deep and one you recognise so easily. You scoff, but it hurts to do, your throat is raw from all the crying. “Like you care. You don’t want me anymore.” It’s almost as if a growl escapes him and then suddenly his large hand is on your neck, pulling you back to face him.

His lip curls up in a disgusted snarl. “You look terrible.” Your eyes are quick to find his. You find comfort in that neon blue that you’ve never been able to escape. You taste salty tears, your nose feels stuffy. His thumb grazes your cheek, his growl softens. “A Queen is not allowed to cry. Have I not taught you this already?”

“Not even in front of you?” You search for something, anything. But all you get back is anger and pain. He doesn’t like to see you cry, but in your mind he doesn’t like you being weak. Your eyes avoid his, your hands come up and wipe away the tears with the back of your hand. ”I’m sorry.” You quickly mumble.

Thunder cracks through the sky, you jump slightly and then he has you in his arms. A firm grasp, like he’s protecting you from the whole world. Like he’s scared you’ll be gone any second now. Like he’s going to lose you again. Like something is after you and he needs to save you from it. “My little dove.”

This makes you remember what you’ve been wanting to give him for so long now. “Thor...?” He’s so hesitant to let you from his grasp. Only when you raise your head and show him that you’re alright does he let you go. “I got you something.” His eyes watch you while you walk over to your side of the bed and pull that necklace you bought so so many months ago.

You dangle the dove necklace in front of him but his expression turns sour. Another huge lightning bolt hits right outside. Right on the balcony. The fur carpet that Thor had instructed be laid out so that your feet do not get cold, gets hit with the lightning and fire ignites from it. Roaring flames spill from it and you jump with shock and fear.

Yet Thor doesn’t move. Instead his jaw locks tight and he grabs the necklace from you so hard that the chain almost breaks. “Where did you get this?” His voice is rough and in that moment all you can see is that night where he showed up dripping in blood. The blood none of his and only of men he has killed.

You only see the anger of a gruesome murder. “I-” The lightning hits just outside the balcony again, the tree hits on fire. You jump, the fear settles in your body as the curtains catch on fire. The fire is quickly spreading, but you cannot run. For Thor’s thick battle-hardened hands wrap around your neck.

With a simple squeeze, that threatens to end your life, he repeats himself. “Where did you get this?” Your small hands claw as his and he lets go just enough for you to breathe again. “When you left the kingdom in my hands, I went to the market. A old woman there, she sold it to me.” Thor mumbles an array of curses under his breath.

He still doesn’t seem too bothered by the raging fire creeping into your bedroom. All he does is groan and then quite suddenly he bends down, wrapping his arms around your knees and throws you over his shoulder. His large steps carry you out of the room. He shoots out a rough command for the guards to, “Handle it.” In return, once they see the fire, the begins scrambling like headless chickens.

“Where are we going?” You ask, trying to see him but you’re only met with a head full of hair. “To do what I should’ve done the damn day I burned your fucking parents alive.” A gasp falls from your lips. He’s never addressed that day. The only sense of apology you’ve gotten from it is the guilt in his eyes when you bring it up.

But this is brutal. This cuts deep like a knife and twists and you can feel your heart beat in your ears as the fear rattles your body. No longer are you comforted by his presence. Instead, only terrified. Like a mouse being hunted, your breathing is quick and shallow. You begin hitting him, screaming, fighting for any sort of escape.

“I should have fucking known!” He yells when he stomps down the steps of the dungeon. You’re reminded of the stink of blood that this place oozes. “I should have known not to trust a snake bitch like you.” He snaps, dropping you down onto the floor of one of the prisons.

He grabs a neck collar and chain. The metal is heavy, and you stagger with the extra weight. He grabs you by the hair on your scalp. He pulls you up. Forced to meet those electric blue eyes. Outside, the storm is raging. Swirling with thunder and lightning. Each strike hits the floor outside the castle.

Fire surrounds the castle and the knights are struggling to keep the flames at bay. Should he not be doing something about this? Rather, he’s down here with you. “Was this your plan all along?” He grunts when the only reply you give is tears of fear. “Colluding with the gods?” He snaps again.

When you again only reply with whimpers he bellows out. “I trusted you!” You try to scramble away, the sharp sting of his hand gripping your hair shoots pain through your body. “Thor- please- I don’t understand-” You try to beg but it only back fires. He drops you down onto the wet floor of the dungeon.

“Don’t give me that! You planned with the gods. They sent you down here, you wormed your way into my heart. Made me utter the words of submission! For what? A chance to sit at the God’s table?” He yells out, pacing up and down the dungeon each of his steps causing a wet plop sound.

“Did they promise you eternal life? Powers of a God?” He scoffs, blue lightning jumps all over his body and it only confuses you more as to what is really happening. “Did I not teach you to trust only me? Obey only me?” He snaps, cursing again.

Thor pinches the bridge of his noise “I should just fucking kill you, for your betrayal.” He lifts his head, turning back over to you. Like he’s been struck with an idea. He has this sort of crazed look in his eyes. And...a smile. When have you ever seen him smile?

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” Thor laughs, his shoulders shaking. “That’ll really show them.”

The cold settles in your bones. You can barely see the crowd watching you through the thick cloud of rain hanging over the coliseum. You try your best to cover up your naked body with your hands, but that still leaves you shivering. Your body is ice cold from adrenaline. This is where that knight got killed and you can only assume it’s going to be the same for you.

The crowd cheers when you hear the gate open. You can’t see what it is, but can only assume it to be somebody’s worst nightmare. Something comparable with hell itself. Something that most certainly spells out your death.

Footsteps echo and the mist clears in front of you. True it is, the one thing you fear, now, over monsters and the sky falling. Thor himself. He is dressed the same as you. Except he looks...Godly. Where before you were certain he was a Titan sent to overcome the gods. Now, you see he is one of them.

The rain doesn’t touch him. It’s as scared as you are of his wrath. Blue lightning jumps across his body. His beauty is glaring. His skin looks to be glowing, his eyes bluer than ever before. His hair shining like gold. His body looks to exist entirely out of muscle, pure power oozes from him.

He’s got this smirk on his face, he’s smiled more when he thought of killing than he ever did while fucking you. When he touches your cheek, he’s entirely warm. As if the cold cannot even reach him, his skin entirely impenetrable. His voice is husky and like silk when he bends down and whispers in your ear.

“Today, you will meet the gods. And they will curse you down to forever wander the coldest pit of Hel.”

Your knees give in. And as if something over comes you in that moment, you repeat the words he had that night. The world shifts and turns into one of glittering gold. Grass the colour of sunlight under your knees and you gasp, seeing Thor in all his glory. Red fur sits on his shoulders, his armour is a metal you’ve never seen before. On top his head sits a crown made from stone that reflect the golden light all around.

But what’s even more shocking is that you two are not alone. Not the bystanders, no. Gods. Odin himself, who else would lack an eye? Frigga herself, who else would exude such love? Heimdall, Balder, Ty, all 11 Gods. And Thor makes 12.

Thor scoffs, “You’ve brought me in front of them? Good, let them see my power and resistance.” He speaks in a language you suddenly understand. “This will not end well and you know it.” Frigga speaks in that very same tongue.

Your body acts before you can, reaching out to grab Thor’s pantleg. “Is this real?” He scoffs, “Do not act as if you’ve never seen them or Asgard before.” He turns back to argue with his mother, but she shakes her head no. Then his head snaps back down to you. His eyes wide as a realisation settles on him.

“You have not seen them...?” You gulp and shake your head no. He blinks, looking back up at his Godly parents.

“You submitted Thor. We returned your power back to you. You must return to the pantheon. Take your rightful seat as heir. With your soulmate by your side.” Thor staggers back, he sees his thousand years on earth flash before him. How hard he worked to overthrow the man who’s crown is heavier than his own. Only to submit in the scramble of trying to save the life of a girl.

Thor looks down at you. Dressed in the finest Asgardian dress. Hair braided the right way for a future queen. A crown sits atop your head that you had yet to notice. You’re too busy gawking around at the sights that no other mortal has or ever will see again. This is no simple girl. It’s his soulmate.

His voice shakes, how has his thousand years of planning all been brought down by the single sight of eyes that glow like his own? “Or you can kill her and die along with her. Letting the world fall off balance and let Loki take your place.” That can’t happen, all the realms would fall into chaos.

“Or you can join her back on Midgard. You can continue to try and raise an army that will never be strong enough to face even one of the Gods. And slowly watch her wither away and die as a mortal. Since you seem so keen on denying her rightful seat on the pantheon with your selfish desires.”

“I will not let her become a slave to any God.” Thor interrupts. Shouting at his parents, pointing to the girl clinging to him. “Look at her, son.” Frigga sits more upright. He looks down, this time seeing the weak, naked girl with the chain around her neck, crying and begging for her life to be saved by Thor.

“She already is one.” They’re toying with his mind again.

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sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people · 10 months ago

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hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!

Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.

Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy

Age: 17 turning 18

Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.

A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently �� and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^

💀˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.⋆◇🦢+*°♡+

your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.

"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.

"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.

"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.

You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.

"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"

You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.

You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise

"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you

"are you okay, angel?"

"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.

"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.

You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.

"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.

"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.

Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.

You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.

Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears

You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"

Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"

"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.

He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek

"I missed you so much, baby..."

"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.

You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.

None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.

Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.

He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more

"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both

Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"

Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are

You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words

"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"

18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday

Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle

Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.

"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped

"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh

You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"

"And?"

💀˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.⋆◇🦢+*°♡+

A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol

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loomis-maxima · 9 months ago

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Having opened my requests again, I thought a list of fandoms I'm writing for right now, just because I'm hyper-fixated on them right now 😂 If there's any fics wanted that aren't on the list, still send in an ask and there's a chance I might do something with it<3 (Not limited to just fics, I'm down for one-shots, headcanons, anything really so honestly just spam the fuck outta my asks, ily guys<3)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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By the King’s Hand🐍XIX

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Warnings: noncon/rape, violence/death, trauma, allusions to torture, gaslighting, pregnancy, birth, sickness, cheating.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 18+ only.

Summary: Your isolation brings you close to disaster.

Note: I know it’s been a while. I forgot I even worked on this chapter so I figured I’d share with you before I start catching up on my slumber party.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, I would appreciate any feedback you have. Please reblog if you can and send an ask if you feel up to it. Love you all! Have a good day and take care of yourselves.

Vali babbled at the wooden figure of a knight gifted to him by Hal. The child was bright-eyed despite his infancy, he was pensive and observant, much like his father. The reminders of his sire irked you at times and worried you at others. You hoped he was unlike either of you; kinder than Loki and smarter than you.

Whatever he was, you wanted him safe more than anything. The fixation on him, the need to have him close, confounded you. Perhaps it was that his was the only companionship you had aside from Birger’s periodic visits. Those grew less and less, more often you sat in your overdressed prison and listened to the low drone of life on the other side of the wall.

Sinthia was a frequent hum on the outside. You learned her voice and it piqued a strange curiosity, one born of monotone and isolation. Her words were obscured by the barrier between you but you tried to imagine those which would match her tone. How odd she never sounded angry with her husband when he so easily riled all others.

She must have been kind and patient. Maybe timid and obedient. Much the opposite of you. You, the uncouth and unrefined peasant, the mother of a bastard, the dirty secret hidden in the closet.

That morning, the king and queen spoke rather loudly over the clink of dishes. They supped as your stomach growled wantingly. You would have to wait until the chamber was empty to break your fast. You had only the lukewarm wine to sate your hunger and it did little but set a burn in your gut.

The longer you were trapped in this chamber, the more forgotten you felt. Hal was busy with his duties as squire and you would not keep him from those. Birger only came upon necessity, and the king did not acknowledge you upon his visits. Only his child. You had nothing to say to him as it were, not since he reminded you of your worth.

You took out the bundle of paper hidden in the desk against the far wall. You were out of practice but remembered all the letters. Piecing them together was harder but distracted you from the listless solitary. You made little progress without Hal to guide you and Vali cried as soon as you found a semblance of comprehension.

Frustrated, you took the baby from his basket and out him to feed. You felt like cattle, there to be milked and kept waiting for the trough. The child was restless and fussed as you tried to latch him. The conversation without lulled as Vali began to bluster.

You cooed and shifted him in your arms, rocking him as you tried to calm him before he could erupt. You moved him to your nipple and smothered his displeasure with your tit. He drank, slipping several times as you tried to keep him suckling.

The sudden dearth of sound worried you. You no longer heard Loki’s silty deep timbre or Sinthia’s lilted responses. Perhaps the king had noticed the stirring and quickly distracted his queen. A cunning snake, ever he was.

Vali detached again and let out a horrid wail. You hushed him and turned, swaying him as you coaxed him.

“Please, my baby,” you begged. These fits grew more often, more frustrating. All alone, your patience dwindled and your temper piqued. You loved the child, you did, but you felt clueless at how to handle him, “please, be quiet. You cannot be loud.”

He didn’t obey. How could he when he did not understand. You cradled his head, caressing him with your fingertips, “please, for your mother, be calm, be quiet,” you whispered to him, “listen to me Vall, my precious, listen, I was like you once. I was–”

He screamed and your ears ached, a pulsing at the base of your skull.

“Not very long ago. Before I met your father. I was unknowing. I was afraid. The fear remains, it is stronger now you are here, but I did not realise there were worse things than an empty belly or a sleepless night.”

You talked to him, you didn’t know why. Perhaps because you could not fathom what else to do. You paced with him in your arms.

“Before you were born, I was most scared. And now you are here… and that fear must be conquered–” You sighed and shook your head in exasperation, “I will tell you the story of me and your father. Not a romance, no princess and her bard.”

Your eyes welled as he only hollered louder, “I knew a girl, her name is Gilla, and I believed her to be my friend. Your father was being crowned. A king, but I was only a potter’s assistant. My uncle. Perhaps one day you can meet him. If ever a day I can leave these wretched walls.”

You hugged him to you and continued, “we climbed the Founder’s Tree. Fools, fools. And then we joined the feast for the peasants but Gilla snuck into the royal’s celebration and we were caught. Well, she ran faster than I, so truly, it was only me who was snared.

“The guards took me to a room–” You choked at the memory. It felt so long ago. That terror of the night returned to you, emotion you did not realise you still harboured for the occasion, “and I sat in the cold and waited. Your father came, and to be true, I did not expect him. Never expected to see the king so close, nor this. To hold his babe in my arms.

“I begged. It is what he wanted. It is what peasants like me must do. But you are a king’s son so take this story and learn from it. I begged and he took no mercy. And neither did I. I would not, for while I was poor and lowly, I had my pride. And I hope that you never let the same vice lead you to folly. Not as I or your father have.”

You stopped, realising the child was quiet. For how long, you could not say, so lost in your reveries that you did not notice. You smiled down at him and brought him closer. He squirmed and moved his lips as if to suck. You put him back to breast and let him feed.

Past the noise of his hunger, you heard something else. Something unsettling. A scratching at the other side of the wall. Then a clap, another, a knock which revealed the hollowness of the room. You stared, heart in your throat, at the door. That which could not be seen from the outside but which now shifted slightly from the investigation without.

You backed up until you hit the wall. You looked around, uncertain what to do. The panel that concealed the door jolted then pounded. Gods. You spun and held Vali close. You went to the tall armoire and opened the door. You crouched inside and kept the baby at your chest, adjusting him as you settled in the dark.

The slit between the doors offered a scant view of the chamber. The mechanism clicked and you held your breath. You felt Vali, his noisy feeding would give you away. But what could you do, if you stopped him, he would surely cry.

The long creak sent a shiver through you and the footfalls scuffed to a stop, a gasp punctuating it. You angled slightly as you saw the skirts ripple around careful steps. Around the child’s basket and the bed, pausing to look at the wooden knight.

The shadow loomed closer. Vali gurgled and you winced, embracing him as you waited for the inevitable. You knew it was her, but where was Loki?

She neared the wardrobe and you closed your eyes, cowering as you held Vali to you. You shielded him as the doors opened and shakily raised your chin. You looked up at the woman.

One could never mistake her for anything but what she was; a queen. Her amber skin and golden eyes shone brilliant beneath a head of thick, curly black locks. She had the stature and the height of her standing and her confusion was quickly shrouded behind the discipline of her crown.

She said nothing as she stared, as silent and dumbfounded as you. She looked at the child and dropped her hand from the door, retreating a step as she set her jaw. You shook and Vali began to whine again.

“Come,” she spoke at last, “there is some food left from our breakfast, you should eat so the child does not go hungry.”

Your lip trembled. You didn’t move. You couldn’t.

“I am queen and presumably you are one of my subjects, so do not expect me to repeat myself,” she girded and backed away.

As she turned on her heel, you emerged from the armoire. You pet Vali’s head as he continued his discontent. You followed the queen through the door and entered the king’s chamber. She sat and poured herself wine.

You approached her and made a bow. She put the urn down and raised the cup before her mouth. You knew not what to say and didn’t dare to try.

“Sit and feed your child before he starts again,” she commanded, “and eat something. I do hate to see food go to waste.”

You felt the steel in her tone. Unbendable but dangerous. You did as she said and switched Vali to the other side. He latched again and you glanced over the table. You took a grape and bit into it sheepishly.

“Your majesty, Queen Sinthia, yes?”

“Yes,” she drank and set the cup flat, “how old is the child?”

You swallowed, “I am not certain, your majesty. I have no way of keeping time.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. Her hand lingered on her cup as her lips maintained a straight line.

“Then I suppose,” she smoothed her skirts over her lap, “we shall wait and get the answer from my husband.”

You lowered your head and watched Vali. You knew what bastards inherited. Only wariness and hostility. Especially from queens.

“I’m sorry,” you uttered.

“No,” she dismissed, “eat.”

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The silence was torment. Worse than any elaborate monologue Loki exposed you to. The queen said nothing. Each time Vali babbled you felt worse and were quick to quiet him.

Sinthia, tall and graceful, paced. The only betrayal of her impatience. You rocked your son until he slept, thankful at least for that. He could rest as you languished in the stifling silence of her repressed rage. For what wife would not be livid?

From the hall you heard shuffling and the doors opened at the king's will. You went rigid as the queen faced him, shoulders set for battle. You slumped and stared down at Vali.

Loki let out an audible breath as his sole scuffed to a halt. The silence extended as he considered you. You squirmed in the chair as Sinthia abruptly stormed towards him. The smack of flesh on flesh brought your head up as you flinched.

"My king, my husband," the queen snarled, "I've found your mistress."

Loki’s jaw ticked as his green eyes watched the wall. You saw the flicker of fury, the insult, the shock, but not an inkling of shame. He stiffly turned his head and blinked, long and slow.

"You will not strike me again," he ordered, restrained. If it were you, he’d have you bent and begging. "And you will gather yourself before we proceed."

"I will act as I please. You are king but you cannot wield power over my emotions," she hissed, "tell me not to be offended by your slights. We are hardly wed and you have a bastard–"

"Pray you can deliver a son with rights," he snapped tritely, "and you needn't worry for the whelp."

"My father did not betroth me to a second son to be treated as a second wife–"

Sinthia exclaimed as the king’s knuckles cracked off her cheek and sent her staggering. There it was. Queen or not, he was the king. You did not bring up the misfortune of his birth or the very thought of his disgraced brother.

You stood and swayed. With your child in your arms, you were paralysed. If it was just you, you might have the courage to act. Or perhaps that was the reasoning of a coward.

"Sit, mouse," he pointed at you with a long finger, "need I repeat myself that you are not to be involved in my marriage."

"I did not–"

"It was the child that gave you away," Sinthia cradled her cheek, "the product of your ill deeds."

"My child," Loki reared on her, "regardless of his mother, he is of my blood. I chose honour, I chose to care for him–"

"And how do you know that whore did not get the child by another–"

"You don't know so much as you think you do of me, I'm certain that's clearer to you now," he growled, "and less of this woman."

"I can see she is a commoner," the queen retorted.

"I wouldn't deny that."

"You will send her away."

"I will do as I please–"

"No, I am your wife, your queen, I will not have her in this city, let alone behind that very wall," her voice rose as she gestured to the open door, "and you will not touch me ag–"

She gurgled as Loki grabbed her by the throat. Your heart leapt and you rushed forward, an arm under Vali as you reached for Loki. That woman did not deserve to suffer for your misdeed.

"I shall do whatever I deem necessary. You are my wife, you will obey, and you will not order me about like one of your servants," he barked.

"L– your majesty," you tugged on his sleeve, "please–"

"Back away, mouse. You've my child in your arms, that is your priority," he sneered.

"She is right, you should send me away–"

"You know nothing. Neither of you. Women. Do not presume to know what is best for me. My wife will mind her tongue and her temper," he swung her around and threw her against the wall, "and you will recall that you would be a dead whore without me."

"Your majesty, this cannot–"

"Another word and you will not see that child again. Not a soul as I would banish you back to the cell I dragged you out of. So go back into your chamber and be a good mother."

You glared at him, lip twitching in anger and fear.

"He is yours too, you wouldn't–"

"He needn't a mother to become a man," he grit out, "do not make me show you the way."

You gulped and peered down at your son. You had little doubt on Loki’s threats. He'd proven himself little different than the cruel king who had you lashed. You were nothing to him but a vessel that had born its fruit.

You lowered your head and retreated. Anything else would only make the circumstance worse. Not only for you, but the queen, and your child. Vali would have few enough friends in his lifetime.

"My queen, lift your skirts," he followed you as he tossed the order over his shoulder, "you desire a true husband, then act as wife."

He caught your arm and ushered you into the hidden room. You stumbled in, careful not to jostle Vali and faced the door as he slammed it. The child murmured and you quickly worked at settling him.

You hushed him as you heard Sinthia's angry tones. You stepped forward and angled your ear towards the panel. A shrill yipe followed and the scrape of wood, Loki’s snakish slither cutting through the air.

There was more crashing, more shifting, and the battle of voices, both horrified and enraged. You put your hand over Vali's ear and pressed his other to your chest. He could no doubt hear your heart. Let it soothe him as you sit and listen to the consequence of your existence.

🐍

The king did not see you again for days. Nor did you hear Sinthia visit him in his chamber. He sent Birger to you to deliver food and what comfort the physician could offer. You ate and said little. And him the same.

Not until that day.

"The queen is aware of you."

"Did the king say so?" You wondered as Vali slept in his basket.

"I guessed it and he affirmed it," he intoned, "I advised him that you should be moved."

"You did?" You chewed on a chunk of dry cheese.

"I think it wise. Queen's are notoriously vengeful and this one is no different than most."

"Do you truly believe so?" You peeked over at the dozing babe.

"I've heard tales of her years as princess and most are well aware of her parentage."

"I am not," you counter and pull apart the thick crust from the puffy middle of a slice of bread.

"Ah, and what does a potter need know of queens," he shrugged, "her mother, Queen Lucinda, she has had… many husbands. The first she despised. A betrothal by obligation. Her father chose the prince himself. It is said Lucinda refused his bed until he petitioned for annulment. Her father was aghast and was henceforth found poisoned and the marriage dissolved."

"And Lucinda was the culprit?"

"So many whisper," he smiled at Vali as he twitched in his sleep. "The second husband, Sinthia's father, was her true love, so she claims, but he did not live in marital bliss very long. Two years and he was found dead at the bottom of a flight of stone steps. Some allege another had already claimed the queen's affections.

"Her third husband, the previously rumoured cad, married her but could not claim kinghood for his lowly birth. He lasted nine months and was executed for pinching a kitchen maid's bottom. The maid met the blade in turn as well."

"Perhaps Sinthia might not be so bad…by comparison."

"It is the nature of royalty. Which is why I made my suggestion."

"Hm," you grumbled, "and Lucinda, did she have many more husbands?"

"I believe she's on seven now," he said, "but I may very well be a paranoid old man who has spent much too long among the spoiled and ruthless."

"And what did Loki say? When you suggested I go?"

"He did as all those who wear a title do. He did not listen," he rubbed his cheeks, "but I shall persist. Regardless of the mess he's made of his marriage, it is a cruel fate to be kept in such quarters. You and your son need sunlight."

"And would you come with us?"

"I don't know he would allow it, but who else could he trust?" He sighed, "and who else would you trust, dear?"

You smiled, a weak uncertain smile.

"It mightn’t be so bad," you said, "if the queen has a son of her own–"

"Yours will still be a threat," he interrupted and placed a hand on the edge of the basket, "to be a bastard is ever dangerous."

“I know, I know,” you pet Vali’s head, “even if he only reminds me of his father, I can’t help but treasure him.”

“He needs one person in this world on his side. A bastard often only has his mother. Not his father. His father will expect him to become a noble, by the grace of his kingly breadth. To face a court full of vipers that hiss of his true origin,” Birger sighed, “he will need a thick skin, but more significantly, he will need you. The only person in this world he could ever be vulnerable to.”

You were silent as you watched the child. You couldn’t see him as a grown man, not yet. He was so tiny, so helpless.

“When he is called to court, I won’t be invited with him,” you met Birger’s eyes.

“You are the only person I’ve ever seen defy the king effectively. When the time comes, you will figure it out,” he girded, “but for now, keep the child close and safe with you. Whispers travel fast and the snakes coil in their dens. The king has many enemies and he is foolish to make one of his own wife.”

You nod and touch your stomach, a flurry of uncertainty nestled within, “Birger, good sir, you’ve saved my life many times, and I ask of you one last thing... I will protect this child to the death, if he is left alone, without me...”

“I would proudly steal him away and see him raised as you would have him. Not as the king’s pet or the queen’s donkey,” he avowed, leaning over to touch your hand, “the king does push away his allies. Myself included.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #by the king's hand #au #medieval au #mcu #marvel #avengers #thor #king!loki

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thebisexual-cousin · 2 years ago

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Damage Control

Warnings: NWH Spoilers; Peter being forgotten(not by reader lol); canon events of NWH; Normal sad Marvel

Pairings: Peter P x Asgardian!Reader; Loki x Sister!reader; Thor x sister!reader

Summary: After the events of No Way Home, Y/N and Loki are tasked to go to Midgard to repair damages, and a blue and red character is surprised by a certain someone.

Word Count: 798

Content: Maybe a whole fic.. more than a Drabble at most.

Staring at my tablet, they showed the damage caused on Earth. "Princess Y/N, you're needed by King Tho-," I heard a maid say, not finishing when she saw me watching the news. "Princess Y/N, you know the news is bad for your mental mindset." The same maid mentioned while cleaning up my vanity. "Oh alright..." I put my tablet down on my nightstand and stood.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and walked out the door to head to the throne room. Loki was also walking out of his chambers. His face lit up in mischief. "Hello sister, do you know what this oaf wants?" "No, Loki, I do not, and don't call him that, you know he hates it." I said calmly, with a bit of humor.

Thor was pacing back and forth, frantically, might I add. "Ahh..you're finally here." He announced clapping his hands. "Brother, what is needed from us?" I asked after I curtsied before him.

"Well Y/N, I need you to go to Midgard and help with the damage." He stated." Ok.. and why is Loki here?" "He is needed by Doctor Strange for some multiverse issues." Loki rolled his eyes, but underneath, I knew he was pleased by being needed.

"Alright, you ready to go now Loki?" I asked him, with a smirk on my face. I transformed quickly into trendy midguardian clothes and started racing Loki to the Bifrost bridge. I made it there first, Loki showed up seconds later. "Princess, Prince." Heimdall bowed.

He turned the sword and Loki and I were transported to Midgard." Alrighty, Thor is sending me to the Sanctum in Greenwich." I sighed. I turned to look at Loki and hugged him. "Be safe and don't do anything I would do," Loki said as he returned my hug and kissed my forehead.

"You too brother. See you soon." I said. I took out my phone that Thor gave me before I left. I put in the address "43-25 43rd St. Long Island City, New York." Not wanting to attract attention to myself, I decided that walking was better than teleporting.

*20 Minutes Later*

I looked at the building, or what was left of the building. Noticing the fire, the rubble, and the lack of civilians, I got to work. I closed my eyes, my palms out, and called my magick forward. I felt the surgery of power flow through my veins.

I started removing water from the lake nearby. I put out the fires easily, despite the resistance of my magick collecting the water. Looking ahead, I chose not to rebuild the building. I put the remaining rubble in the lake, thanking the element for allowing me to control it.

I called my magick back into me, keeping it secured. I saw a shadow in my peripheral. It was blue and red. The colors were easily recognizable. Peter! I thought. To assure myself that it was Peter, I called out his name.

"Peter! Hey Peter!" The figure quickly turned around and swung toward me. "You-you know my name?" He asked, looking confused. "Um yeah...you're Peter right?" "Yeah, I-I am." He chuckled.

"Why were you confused?" I asked. "It's a long story." He explained. I looked at my phone. No calls from my brothers. "I have time." "Oh-uh, ok. Well, my apartment is a couple of blocks away from here." I followed him back. We reached the complex, found his loft, and unlocked the door with his keys.

He allowed me in. I took in the simple aspect of the small space. I walked over to his desk, noticing the sewing machine and scraps of his suit. I looked closely at the coffee cup, "we are happy to serve you" it said.

I looked behind me, noticing Peter standing there with a pained look on his face. "So...what happened?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He poured everything from the government accusing him, to his aunt passing, to now a world not knowing that Peter Parker exists. "Oh, Pete," I said, not wanting to cry. "Anyways, how do you still know who I am?" I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall.

"I wasn't on Earth when this happened. I was up in Asgard after the final battle." "Oh." He said simply.

We sat in silence, until my phone went off, signaling that Loki was done with his mission. I looked up at Peter, who was lost in his mind.

I leaned forward and put a kiss on his cheek. "I have to go back, but my number is on the table if you ever need to talk, ok?" I softly smiled. He nodded and kissed my cheek back. "Thank you." "Always." I smiled and teleported back to the meeting point.

#marvel #writing dialogue #peter parker #spiderman #no way home #x reader #peter x reader #asgardian #Asgardian!reader #tom holland #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #loki god of mischief #thor #king Thor

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writeshite · 2 years ago

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Thor and Hercules would be so exhausting to date at the same time (in both good and bad ways heh heh) Constantly trying to outdo each other in big and small ways, constantly trying to get under each others skin, Thor struggling to concentrate at work because he knows at that exact moment Hercules is railing you senseless and he's not there to watch-supervise-participate-I mean intervene, damn it--

Press H for Horny

#thor x male reader #marvel hercules x male reader #shiteanswers #sometimes being prince/king means missing out on your boyfriend railing your boyfriend into next tuesday

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bobattef · 2 years ago

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Your saviour is here.

“Pull yourself together” you mutter quietly, wiping away the tears that have formed in your eyes.

You don’t mean to let your emotions get the better of you.

You’ve learnt to not show how upset or angry you can get with the way your life is at the moment.

But sometimes it gets too much.

You want to scream and shout your feelings of unhappiness to your fiancé but too many eyes are trained on you.

Watching and waiting for you to show them you aren’t good enough.

Good enough to be their Queen.

How did it come to this?

A question you’ve asked yourself countless of times before.

You were doing just fine back on earth, or Midgard as it’s called around here.

Finally finding a placement of your dreams alongside the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D after working so hard through college.

Fury, Hill, I wonder how they are doing. The rest of the Avengers…

Your memories flooding back to a few months ago.

But you did what you’ve always done.

Thinking with your heart rather than your head.

You fell, hard, for a gorgeous blonde man they call Thor.

You imagined a relationship with the god of thunder nothing like it has panned out.

He was thrilling, exciting, he would whisk you away to all corners of the globe.

Wining and dining you.

Making you fall asleep in his arms as he talked about the countless constellations of stars that you both laid underneath.

You never thought to yourself that you’d grow tired of him, of his antics.

He was gorgeous, he was a literal god of course! But that meant that there were others that were constantly after him.

Most of the women you crossed paths with pined for him.

Complimenting him on his recent noble actions or just bluntly telling him how beautiful he was.

They never cared for you, standing right next to your man as they threw their countless acts of flirtations at him.

And him, never once blocking their advances.

He loved it! Loved the attention.

And he grew tired of your constant moaning about it by the day.

You’ve had a fair few brawls in his honour.

Stupidly.

Which is why you’ve heard the whispers getting louder recently about how you’re not worthy of being his queen.

For they are crowning him as rightful King of Asgard come Sunday, as you take your vows to be his wife.

“Everything alright Miss Y/N?”

You hear the familiar sympathetic voice of Petra coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

She was always there to wipe your tears, hear you rant and rave about the other women practically throwing themselves at Thor and calming your angered self when you knew your future husband had once again crossed the line of loyalty in your relationship with another.

“Y…yes I’m fine Petra” you manage to say without sounding too shaky in your voice.

“I’ll be out in a moment” you tell your hand maid as she turns away from the door you’re leaned against, you hear the clicking of her heels disappear down the long corridor.

*sigh*

You let out a long breath, a depleted one as you glance at yourself in the long bathroom mirror in front of you.

Are you really going to just climb back into bed with that man that has made you upset yet again?!

You say to yourself.

When is it going to end?!

You walk over to the sink, splashing water over your face, the cold liquid mixing with your tears as you grab blindly a towel to dab them dry.

*Boom*

The sound of some fireworks startles you so much you drop the piece of fabric onto the ground.

Your eyes are still half closed, water stinging them slightly by mixing with your make up.

You try to feel around for another towel to no avail so choose instead to use the sleeve of your long dress.

Long streaks of gold, black and green smeared up the beautiful Asgardian fabric.

That’s going to give the haters something to talk about!

You chuckle to yourself as you walk over to the far side window.

You push the large pane of glass out further as you strain your neck to catch a glimpse of the light show that just scared you half to death.

You’re almost all the way out over the window ledge when you glance down at the small balcony that was attached.

Your brain doesn’t even have time to argue with itself about what you should do before you find yourself dropping your feet to land onto the marbled ledge.

What are you doing right now Y/N?!

You think to yourself as another firey rocket squeals its way up into the sky.

But again, it’s as if your brain and body aren’t connected as you start to walk along the length of the stone, dropping down another level onto the rooftop of one of the out houses that are attached and then onto the ground below.

I just need to clear my head!

You tell yourself as you walk towards the palace gardens.

The only light coming from the few moments a firework explodes into the sky above you.

You disappear through the trees and make your way down by the water, your favourite place.

The water has always calmed you.

Even back on Earth your favourite place to study was by the college ponds.

You settle yourself down on the rocks by the waters edge.

You’re not sure if this lake was man-made or it’s naturally a part of Asgard but it’s beautiful none the less.

You kick your shoes off, bringing the hem of your dress a little higher as you step into the water.

It only reaches the bottom of your calves but it is freezing.

You could walk a little further and be submerged but with the temperature the water is at right now, you’d die of hypothermia in minutes, you’re sure.

You close your eyes as you take in the calmness of the liquid pooling around you.

“Kind of an unusual time to go for a swim”

The voice from the darkness of the woods causes your eyes to fly open in panic, you spin on your heels, stumbling as you do and falling into the water with a loud splash.

“Fuck!!!” you cry out. It’s only shallow here where you landed but being sat in the freezing water, your dress is sodden.

“I’m so sorry” they try to hide their amusement at you sitting in the water but you can hear it on their voice “I didn’t mean to startle you Miss

Y/N”

You let out a frustrating sigh as you let the man pull you up out the water.

“Loki” you say with gritted teeth.

Gritted in annoyance and in coldness as the wet parts of your dress start to cling to your body.

“What in gods name are you doing out here?” The God of Mischief asks you.

But you don’t answer, you don’t have answer.

“Could ask you the same” you mumble as your teeth start to clatter against one another.

“My brother causing you grief again y/n” Loki says it in a manner of fact rather than a question crossing his arms as he does so.

You look at him.

His face slightly lit up by the reflection of the moon light on the water, just enough for you to see genuine concern on his face.

“You really going to marry him come Sunday??” He lets out an exasperated groan.

You stare up at him.

He’s much taller than you, almost everyone is here but how close he is standing with you means you have to look up at him through your lashes.

You can see his face change to a curious one as

his gaze drops from yours to the top of your dress.

Emerald green, his favourite colour on you.

The tops of your breasts are almost spilling out of the corset and he can see the goosebumps covering your skin even in this low light.

Something stirs inside you as you watch him look at you up and down like the way he is.

He brings a hand up, almost brushing your cheek with the back of it but instead he moves his fingers into a wave type move and suddenly your clothes are wet no longer.

It was almost like a shift from coldness to warmth as you looked down to check you weren’t losing your mind.

Yup, your clothes are definitely dry now!

“How did you??” you start to say but can almost hear his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You Midgardian’s are always easy to please” he breathes out.

Your brow furrows at his words.

You’ve literally just jumped out a window after an argument with Thor and now his brother wants to make sarky comments at you.

Loki can see your facial expression switch to one of annoyance so quickly flashes you a cheeky grin.

Your feelings of anger start to melt away as he looks at you like he’s planning something.

“Oh y/n, I’m just messing with you”

His head is tilted slightly as his eye lids droop.

The slight lick of his lips by his tongue darting out of his mouth sends butterflies to the pit of your stomach.

What the??

It’s almost as if he’s sensing the same feeling as he closes the small gap in between you both, you can almost feel his chest heave against yours.

As he brings his hand up, stroking your cheek he repeats his words, this time a little more raspy.

“I’m…just messing..with..you”

Thats when it all happens at once.

A loud screech and boom of an exploding firework goes off above both your heads.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, his other snakes around the tight fabric of your, now dry, dress and settles on your waist.

You feel his lips crash against yours, his tongue parting them, making room for him inside your mouth.

You haven’t been kissed this passionately for a long time, as you kiss him back feverishly the god of mischief is urgent, sloppy, you both even have a few clashes of teeth.

But you don’t care.

You’re in the moment as you let out a slight moan against his mouth, his grasp on you gets tighter, pulling you into him, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You don’t know how long you’re stood there, body’s both entwined with one another as your hands have found a place wrapped around the back of his neck, kissing deeper, drinking yourselves into each other.

Darkness falls over you both as the last firework of the light show disintegrates into tiny confettis of fire.

Loki pulls away from you, panting he rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

He hadn’t realised just how much he needed this.

It was obvious he found you attractive, he laid eyes on you the same time Thor did when you first got introduced to the team back when but it was his brother that had you giggling and twirling your hair when he spoke to you.

He could never get a word in edgeways let alone anything else when his stupid brother was around you so instead, he settled for the quick glances or short conversations he had with you when you both worked for S.H.E.I.L.D back on Midgard.

He honestly didn’t see it coming when you agreed to moved to Asgard and start a life beside his brother.

Thor had always been a ladies man.

He knows he’ll never settle for one woman but he never voiced his concern.

He simply made sure he wasn’t around the palace when you both would fight or argue about everything.

It wasn’t his place.

“Well…I, er, I better get back to the palace” you tell the ground, not being able to hold the God of Mischief eye contact any longer as you catch your breath.

He looks up at you quickly, surprised at your sudden want to leave.

He was just getting started.

“I’m sure Thor cares deeply about your where abouts…” he snaps but instantly regrets his tone when he sees your eyes shut in pain at his words.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn and start to walk back up towards the palace.

“Thank you for er, drying me off” you call back to Loki, not wanting to look at him.

He’s right. You know your fiancé probably hasn’t even noticed you’ve gone but his words still cut deep on you, just like a dagger of his.

***

You almost drag your feet as you walk up the long corridor to your bedroom.

The images of your interaction with Loki racing around your mind.

Should you have left him so abruptly?

You can still taste him on your lips, your cheeks heating at the thought of you and him.

You drop your head to the ground as you walk past a few guests that are lingering in the halls.

Most of those from tonight’s gathering have left the palace now, a few drunkards have found their bed for the night on the benches lined along the corridors whilst others are still trying to continue the party down into the halls.

You turn the huge door handle to your master suite.

Always taking in the sheer beauty of the designs carved into the wood.

Asgard is and always will be a place of wonder. you smile to yourself but you get cut off from your thoughts by the sound of someone giggling.

Confused, you walk into your bedroom to find your future husband, almost naked apart from a sarong type of fabric wrapped around his waist, stood at the foot of your king sized bed.

He’s flexing his muscles and striking some ridiculous poses like he’s in a strong man contest.

You almost roll your eyes in embarrassment but then you spot her.

A women laid in your bed, her head resting on the very pillows you sleep on at night, giggling as she ooooh’s and ahhh’s at your fiancé!!

You see red…

“What the fucking hell is going on here?!” You basically scream out.

They both look at you completely dumbstruck, like your own bedroom is the last place you’d be in!

“Sweetheart! There you are” you hear the words that Thor says but you don’t look at him.

Your eyes are locked onto the woman, now sat up in your bed.

You storm over to her, your chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline inside your veins, you clear the distance between you both in a matter of seconds but just as you swing your arm back with intention for it to land on her face you feel your whole body get lifted up.

“Heyheyhey! Calm down baby!” It’s Thor, he’s wrapped his huge arms around you to stop you pouncing on this whore he has in your bed.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream out again, flailing your arms, hitting him, trying to get out of his grasp but he’s barely breaking a sweat holding you.

“She’s just a friend honey, that’s all” he tries to find an excuse for himself but you can’t hear him clearly.

Your head is spinning, all you can hear is the sound of your blood pumping in your ears!

“Let go of me!!” you sound desperate now. You don’t want this ogre of a man’s hands on you any longer.

“Miss Y/N??” You can work out the voice of Petra.

You stop fighting against the God of Thunder’s grasp as you glance towards the doors, she’s come running down the halls to find out what the screams are for.

That’s when you spot Loki also.

You almost stop breathing at the shock of seeing him stood there, why is he here?

“Everything ok brother?” he asks Thor but his eyes are boring into yours.

“Urgh everything’s fine Loki, she’s just having a moment” Thor almost laughs out.

This is humiliating.

Not only are being held like a tantrum-ing child right now but the very man who you walked away from, for fear of hurting your future husband, is also watching you fail at your attempts of escape.

And to top it off, Thor is trying to play it off like it’s you that’s lost your mind, as if no one else can see the other woman laid in your bed.

Thor senses you giving up the fight with him as he drops you from his arms.

Your legs almost buckle as you hit the floor but you stay on your feet.

You keep your gaze on the marbled floor, you feel defeated.

You have no idea what your next move should be but you feel the hands of Petra on your shoulders.

“Let’s get you a bath Ms Y/N. And with permission of our future king? You can stay in my room tonight?” she looks up at Thor, she wants to stick up for you, fight for you too but to go against her King is something she couldn’t bare to think about!

“Don’t be ridiculous, she wants her own bed, the one we share Petra” Thor laughs out.

But you, Petra, Loki and even the whore in the bed all look at him in surprise at his own stupid comments.

“I’m not going back in there” your voice sounds weak but you shoot a death glare at Thor “after that fucking cheap ass whore has laid her head in it”

Loki’s eyes widen at just how venomous your words are right now.

He’s secretly glad at them.

He’s always wondered just how far you’d have to be pushed in order to see Thor for what he really is.

Thor just lets out a chuckle, a nervous one, you notice as you let Petra guide you towards the door, arms still wrapped around your shoulders.

You stop just before it, as Loki steps out the way to let you both pass.

You don’t even want to look at him right now, you are so exhausted by the last few hours plus, the bath that Petra had previously mentioned is calling you.

***

The next morning comes around a little too fast, you barely slept a wink.

There’s a light knocking on the door as you hear Petra open it, she calls your name softly.

You don’t even bother to get dressed, instead grabbing the gown your hand maid had hung at the foot of the bed.

You barley have it tied around your tired, aching body before you’re presented with almost a full room of other people.

You grab at the hem of the gown, pulling it down a bit, suddenly feeling very vulnerable as you glance as the many faces turned to you.

Thor, with a smug ass face on.

Loki, looking like he’s been dragged along against his wishes.

Odin, wearing his stone cold face as always and Frigga, mimicking your tired face on her own alongside two other hand maids.

“Ms Y/N” Odin’s the first to break the awkward silence that’s filled the room.

You curtesy, awkwardly, trying to hold onto the very short gown you have on.

“It has come to my attention that there was an altercation with yourself and my son late last night?”

You almost want to scoff at the choice of his words but he continues his little speech.

“I hope the issues that has risen between you both can be put aside, for we have much to do for the coronation this Sunday…and the wedding”

You almost went to agree with his statement before he dropped that last sentence.

“I’m sorry? The wedding?” you definitely scoff this time.

“I can’t see why we should put this special ceremony on hold?” he says as he lifts both hands up like a shrug, looking at the others stood around the room.

“On hold?!” you repeat his words.

“It’s not on hold!” you tell him.

“Ah, see father! I told you. She wouldn’t do that to me. What did I tell you aye?” Thor pipes up, slapping Loki on the back.

The stupid asshole.

You think to yourself.

You can see the faces of Loki, Petra, Frigga and even the two hand maids looking at you, waiting for you to tell their idiot brother, future king, and son that he’s read your statement wrong.

“There’s no fucking wedding Thor!” you say through gritted teeth in fear of shouting at him.

“What??” He turns to you laughing nervously again.

Another silence falls on the room.

“I think we need to give them time” Frigga says, trying to calm the obvious tension in the room.

“I don’t need time” you say to her bluntly.

“I need to go, to leave…return to Earth…Midgard” you stutter your words trying to get your point across.

Loki’s eye widen at your words.

“Don’t be so rash honey” Thor says, walking over to you.

He steps into you, wanting to place his arms around you but you step back, away from his embrace.

He tries to grab you round your waist, to not make your rejection obvious but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” you seethe.

“Y/N!” Odin’s voice bellows from across the room.

“This Sunday has taken a fair few weeks to organise, I will not see it go to waste” he states.

“I’m not marrying him” you simply tell the king of Asgard.

Thor glances down at you.

Shocked that you’re answering his father back but also because you sound semi serious about not being his wife.

“Oh you will” the coldness of Odin’s voice causes everyone in the room to hold their breath in sync.

“I won’t” you answer determined, having no idea where this new found confidence has come from.

Odin lets out a laugh, but it doesn’t contain one ounce of humour in it.

“Ms Y/N, are you going against your King’s orders??” He sounds so threatening all a sudden.

“You’re not my king” your voice basically a whisper but you don’t care, you’ll tell this man you’re not marrying his son until your face turns blue.

Everyone is silent, it’s deafening as Odin steps up to where you’re stood.

He’s not as tall as his son’s but through pure intimidation he looks huge.

You gulp down a breath.

“You are, by settled status, a citizen of Asgard are you not?” He asks you but you know he doesn’t need an answer.

“And by the land of the law, you will obey your King…you will obey, me!” He adds on that last bit so menacing.

“And if I do not? My…King?” You say looking up into his eyes.

Everyone in the room with you winces in pain at your words back to the King.

He simply smiles at you, not bothering to look at anyone else that is stood there. This message is for you and only you.

“It’s a long way down, for you” he smiles sickly at his own description of the dudgeon’s that are located underneath the city.

“You cant be serious father??” Loki being shocked at what is happening right now.

Odin doesn’t take his eyes off you, that same cold face staring into your soul, you can’t read anything from his body language.

“Deadly serious” he says quietly and turns away from you.

No! You can’t…you won’t..

You clear your throat.

“Until I am indeed married to your, idiot of a son my lord, I do not have to obey you, you are not my king” you say out loud to the King of Asgard’s back that is now facing you, in spite.

Before you can finish your sentence though, you’re hit with an almighty thud.

You drop on the floor as your right cheek heats up underneath the impact it had sustained.

The room and its occupants are left in stunned silence.

Odin struck you, right across the face.

The shock of the event causes the pain to be delayed but you soon feel the sting from the back of his hand on your face.

You go to speak but it’s almost as if the hit from Odin has caused the air in your lungs to leave as you don’t have enough in you to muster a few words.

He stalks over to the door, taking one last look at you still sat on the floor where you landed. He leaves the room with his Queen and the hand maids following closely behind him.

Frigga not even glancing back at you at she hates every single aspect of this right now.

Thor goes to pick you up from the floor but you scoot away from him shaking your head.

He huffs at your refusal for help and walks out the room, not even saying a word to Loki or Petra.

He leaves you there where Odin threatened you, attacked you.

You’re staring off into distance in disbelief at what just happened.

Petra and Loki are the only ones who stay behind.

Waiting for you to say something.

“I need to go” you say to yourself more than you say to them.

***

The next few days pass by in a blur.

You haven’t seen Loki since that morning you were assaulted by Odin surrounded by everyone to witness it.

He was ‘off world’ according to the handmaids, whose conversation you overheard.

Not that you could show that you cared.

You hadn’t been left alone.

Yes, you’ve always had Petra by your side but it’s as if Odin had ramped up the security around you.

Everywhere you went in the palace grounds, guards were following you closely.

You were ordered back into your bedroom that you shared with Thor.

You’d keep your eyes shut tightly as you’d hear him come back from where ever or who ever he was doing, hoping he was too stupid to figure out you were pretending to sleep so you could avoid talking or even looking at the asshole.

Your days were filled with dress fitting, hair and make up trials and food tasting.

You constantly had pages and pages worth of images of different flowers, candles, drapes, table and chair covers, shoved under your nose.

You’d nod your head at things every so often.

You were definitely on autopilot.

Not wanting to accept this is actually happening.

You wanted to scream, shout, hit out at these buffoons surrounding you but you couldn’t, not with the heavy words of Odin’s threat, lingering on your mind.

The day of the crowning ceremony, and the shambolic wedding, soon arrived and dread filled your chest as you heard Petra’s sweet little voice coaxing you out of your sleep.

You expected to see the sun light pouring in, as you’d soon be thrown into the hussle and bussle of getting ready to be a bride.

But instead you open your eyes to darkness.

You sit up in a panic, wondering what was going on but you spot an outline of someone standing by your bed.

They’re holding a small candle, just emitting enough light from it for you to work out it’s Petra stood there, in her nightgown with her finger over her mouth in a ‘shh’ action.

“What’s…what’s going on?” you try not to be too loud but your heart starts to slam against your chest at this unusual waking routine.

“Come” she whispers back to you, holding out a hand.

You trust this woman with your life.

You’ve only known her for 8 months but those 8 months have been filled with some emotional moments between you both, she’s more than just a handmaiden to you.

Which is why you don’t hesitate and take her out stretched hand.

Walking ever so light footed but quickly she moves over to the large window in your bedroom, before you can make a noise to ask her what’s happening, she lifts the handle quietly, the door clicking open and you both step outside.

The cool air of the night reminding you you’re just wearing a very thin nightdress.

You didn’t even bother to grab a gown nor any slippers.

She hurries over to the balcony edge, peering into the darkness covering the palace grounds as if she’s looking for something.

“What time is it?” you whisper put to her but she doesn’t answer.

Instead she turns to you and says “Jump”

“What?!” You try not to be loud but did she just say what you think she said?!

She grabs you under the arm, she has no time to waste it seems.

“Jump” she tells you again and before you can ask if she’s truly lost her mind once and for all you see the outline of an Asgardian Skiff coming into your line of vision.

You seem to let your feet do the decision making as you climb the balcony wall and step onto the hoovering craft.

You turn back to Petra offering out your hand this time to help her onto the boat but she simply shakes her head.

“Petra?” you call out to her but she smiles sadly at you as she lightly blows the candle out and curtesy’s as the Skriff starts to pull away.

You turn towards your pilot, already sensing who it could be and as you spot his cheeky grin, now being lit up under the moon light, you feel a sense of calm for the first time in ages.

“Not exactly dressed for the occasion are you Y/N?” Loki says to you, his eyes dropping to the very thin piece of fabric wrapped around you.

“And what exactly IS the occasion Loki” his name rolling off your tongue.

As his raises his eyebrows in answer to your question.

Flying off into the darkness, the lights from the palace disappearing into the distance.

Loki points the steering rod of the Skriff downwards, sending it into a descend so it could fly closer to the water surrounding the palace.

The sudden dive causes you to lose your footing, and Loki quickly lets go of it to catch you.

His arms snake around you, holding you close to his chest.

The warmth from his body radiates through yours as you close your eyes in comfort.

“You’re cold!” he exclaims as he quickly lets go of you, your body missing his touch almost instantly.

He shakes off his robe, wrapping it around you gently and returns to his embrace without a second thought.

This time your head is free so you choose to look up to his face.

His eyes are boring down into yours, as that familiar tingling feeling starts to flush your cheeks.

You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he’s taking. His heart is beating a lot faster than normal. Wether it’s due to the adrenaline rush of tonight’s rescue mission or being so close to you once again, you’re not sure.

“Loki” you breathe out.

“Almost there” he says but turns his gaze away from you, looking out over to the horizon.

You crook your neck to follow his line of sight and spot the outline of the caves that sit on the edge of Asgard.

He places you down on one of bench’s lining the side of the Skriff, without saying a word he returns to where he was stood before, his hands wrap around the steering rod once again.

You can’t help but stare at them, you’re in awe at the way he effortlessly guides this large craft to skim across the water so closely.

Your saviour is here…

He drops his line of sight to your face as he notices you staring up at him the same way you did that night by the lake.

A smile creeps across his face as he remembers the way your lips were on his, so desperate, so needy, gods, he needed to feel that again.

You expect the Skriff to slow down abit, surely Loki knows that to dock this unusual craft in rocky terrain like the caves, you need to take it nice and slow.

But he has no plans to.

Choosing instead to tighten his grip on the steering and pointing the boat straight towards a crevice in the caves.

That familiar grin of his flashes across his face as he can read yours, trying to work out what he was doing.

You look back at the caves, growing bigger and bigger as you get closer and closer to them, turning your glare to Loki’s face and then back at the horizon.

What is he doing?!

“Loki?” you call out to him but your eyes stay fixated on the caves you’re hurtling towards.

He doesn’t say a word.

“LOKI?!” you can hear the panic on your voice.

Is he mad?? We’re going to smash straight into the rock!

You’re almost at full speed now.

Flying towards the stone wall that will almost certainly be the reason for your death.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the impact, your ears are hit with a ‘whoooosh’ type of sound as the Skriff passes through the almost impossibly tiny crevice in the cave.

You immediately open your eyes and are met with a sea of colour rushing past the boat.

It lights up the whole craft with its mixes of reds, yellows, blues, greens and silvers as they fly past you or are you flying past it?

You can’t quite work out what it is.

You take the image of this falling rainbow in with awe, watching the many colours cause waves over the boat you’re on.

Loki doesn’t once look up towards them.

Instead his eyes stay on you.

He watches your face reflect the many colours and your eyes light up just as bright as they are.

You come out the other end of this beautiful rainbow type tunnel with another whooshing noise and once again you’re met with the darkness of the night.

Your eyes take a little bit of time adjusting, but you can no longer see the skyline of Asgard in the distance.

Instead you see you’re still over a body of water of some sort but in the distance you work out silhouettes of tall buildings, very tall buildings, lit up like skyscrapers.

“Where are we??” You call back at Loki but you don’t need him to answer, you already know.

You’re back in New York, you’re flying across the Hudson River!

***

It all happened so quickly, you don’t quite have time to think.

You and Loki disembarked the Skriff, but as you both step off it, he waves his hand and it turns from the beautiful Asgardian craft to a normal, bog standard boat bobbing up and down on the water.

You take his outstretched hand as he guides you up the small wooden steps of the decking and you almost have to jog behind him as he makes longer strides than yours.

“Where are we going??” You ask him but he doesn’t answer.

You spot a small SUV parked up underneath the one street light that isn’t working.

Was this set up here?

You ask yourself but soon get your answer as Loki opens the passenger door for you. His eyes are on you as he climbs inside the drivers side and starts the engine with no trouble.

You say silent whilst he drives up the road that leads to the harbour, you look out the window of the vehicle, watching the lights in the distance twinkle away, oblivious to the great escape you are currently on with the God of Mischief.

“We haven’t got much time” Loki’s voice causes you to pull away from your thoughts and look over at him.

“Time?” you repeat at him.

The sound of your sweet voice making him look back at you.

You look at him so innocently, as he catches glimpses of your face under the passing lights of the street.

A sympathetic smile grows across his face

“Odin, and the guards…they’ll be alerted by your absence by now” he says as he looks at you deeper “Thor also..” he trials off at the mention of his brothers name.

“I’m unsure what will happen to Petra for disobeying her king and accompanying an escape like this…” he begins to explain but has to look away as your face falls into sadness.

“No!” you close your eyes as Loki’s words hit you.

“We have to go back! For her, for Petra!!” you grab at his arm so he knows how desperate your pleas are.

“We can’t!” He says matter of factly as he trains his gaze on the road ahead of him, avoiding your eyes that were beginning to water.

You’re not sure how long you drive for as your thoughts go back to your handmaiden that has risked her life to save you from yours.

You spot you’ve pulled into a large gated property, like an army base of some sort.

The guard waves Loki through and he drives up to an all glass building and switches the engine off.

“This is you” he says softly, turning to face you completely.

You search for an elaboration in his eyes and he reads your body language completely.

“This is S.H.E.I.L.D HQ..” he starts to explain to you.

“You’re safe here,in the US as a US citizen you can’t be made to return to Asgard, by any law”

He sounds so formal all a sudden.

“Also, you know S.H.E.I.L.D will protect you” he places a hand on your knee and gives it a light squeeze as the look on his face reads as if he’s saying goodbye.

“You’re coming with right??” you ask him.

But he doesn’t say anything to you as he calls over a security guard to the car.

“Loki…please” you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you can’t just be dumped here alone.

“You’ll be fine Y/N” Loki says but doesn’t look at you as the security guard opens your door and offers his hand to you.

You don’t even glance the officers way, instead you lean over to the God of Mischief, you land your lips straight on to his again like that night by the lake. You use the urgency of your kiss as a way to plea for him to stay with you but you’re both interrupted.

“Miss Y/N” a voice comes from behind the officer, one you recognise from a mile off.

You keep your eyes on Loki as call out behind you.

“Fury” you actually sound happy to see him.

Which is funny as you mostly always bumped heads before when you worked for him.

You search Loki’s eyes for one last beg of him not to leave you but he looks away.

Swallowing down the threat of tears you step out the vehicle, refusing the officers hand for help.

“Great to see you again” you force a smile at him.

“Does Mr Laufeyson want his er, jacket back?” Fury asks you but dips his head so he can see Loki inside the car.

“You can keep it…for now” Loki smiles up at you, trying to make this a little easier on you.

“I’ll be back for it soon” he says to you as he flashes a ‘I’m sorry’ smile.

Fury links you under your arm, as if he knows you’ll have to be physically pulled away from the car and you let him help you walk up the steps into the building.

You don’t glance back, for fear of Loki seeing your upset face.

You’re so grateful to him, you owe him so much but you can’t help but feel gutted that he didn’t help you escape because he wanted you for himself.

You hear the engine of the car that assisted you in your escape start up and you have to force yourself not to watch it drive away.

***

You can’t seem to get much sleep.

Everytime you tend to drift off you’re met with images of a very angry Odin, surrounded by his guards, he’s dragging you up an imaginary aisle, but instead of your ex-fiancé being the one stood at the alter waiting for you, it’s some kind of hideous monster, snarling and drooling at you.

You sit up in bed in fright, looking out into the darkness of the room.

Fury did his best at given you an actual bedroom here at HQ rather than a cell but it’s bland.

Nothing like the intricate details the walls and doors in Asgard had.

Magnolia paint surround you now and 3 pieces of very white furniture dotted in the corners.

May as well be a cell.

You think to yourself, as you swing your legs off the bed, they land into a pair of fluffy slippers.

No cell would have these though.

You giggle softly at yourself.

Shuffling across the bedroom you open the little fridge door but your face falls in disappointment.

It’s empty.

You really need a water or something.

You grab Loki’s robe and wrap it around yourself, there’s no beautiful Asgardian satin gown waiting for you hung up by Petra.

You frown at remembering her once again.

There’s got to be a way…

You make your way down the corridor of the other apartments and into the small kitchen situated at the end of them.

Grabbing a chilled bottle of water from the fridge that’s there, a fully stocked fridge.

You almost choke on icy water as you down it so quickly.

“How did I know you wouldn’t be in your room?”

You spin around at the familiar voice in the dimly lit kitchen room.

“Loki! You’re here!” you breath out stepping closer to him.

You want to wrap your arms around him, feel his heat on you, have his lips crash down on yours once again but his whole body shakes, like some sort of a glitch when you reach out to him.

“Er, not quite” he explains to you.

“Ah” you nod in realisation.

Astral projection.

“Where are you?” You ask him but look down at your feet to hide your disappointment.

“Not Asgard if that’s what you’re thinking” he smiles at you, noticing you have his robe wrapped around you once again.

“Have you er, heard from, any of them?” You try to sound unbothered but you’re clearly terrified of them finding you here seeing the subject of your dreams right now.

“No” he simply says to you “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing” he finishes.

“Loki, I..I… need you here” you don’t care how pathetic you sound right now.

It’s lonely here in S.H.E.I.L.D HQ.

And after the events from the lake and in the car, plus him literally being your knight in shining armour, Loki has more than imprinted himself on you.

You never thought of the God of Mischief in this way before.

Yes he’s gorgeous, but he’s also full of surprises. He’d be in and out of Odin’s and Frigga’s good books and apart from the odd hello here and there, you never really talked to him much.

Now, however, there’s a very strong want no, need for him.

You NEED to have him arms around you.

You NEED to feel his hands on you, all parts of you.

You’ve never been kissed as passionately as you were by him and your body aches for it to happen again.

You especially feel that need in the pit of your stomach, right in your core.

“You have more than enough people here to ensure you’re kept safe Y/N” Loki’s serious tone switching on.

You nod in agreement but none of the other avengers are here now, they’re all dotted around the globe on little missions of their own.

Fury and Hill are situated here with you, along with a few guards and agents.

All human, you noted to yourself when Fury was giving you the tour.

If push came to shove and Odin and his army would come for you, these non-super-hero-beings wouldn’t stand a chance.

“That’s not what I need you here for…” you don’t mean to say your thoughts out loud but they slip past your lips.

Looking up at where Loki is projecting himself to you, you refuse to explain further. Knowing full well he understands in what way you need him for.

His magic is so powerful, so brilliantly well executed that he looks like he’s actually standing in front of you.

The image of him is so clear you can see his eyes shift from being filled with concern to one of lust.

His lips curl up at the ends, into his cheeky grin as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You notice his muscles flexing, straining under his leathers as he does so.

“Yeah?” he breaths out “and in what way do you need me for exactly…Y/N?” your name rolls off the end of his tongue and you feel butterflies growing below.

“Loki” you don’t mean to sound so needy saying his name but it makes his projection of himself shift slightly as his eyes break their contact with yours and makes their way to your chest.

The shirt Fury lending you was a little bit on the small side but it clung to your breasts perfectly, he noted.

You had on a pair of S.H.E.I.L.D gym shorts also but those being on the bigger side for your waist meant you had to roll the top band up a few times in order to keep them from falling down your hips.

Your thighs were a pretty sight also, he takes in the image of your tattoo that is peeking out the bottom of the shorts.

A old sketch type of drawing of a sun and moon, dancing together it seems and as you notice his eyes drinking you in you clench your thighs together.

He smirks up at you, knowing full well the affect he is having on you right now. And he didn’t need any form of magic to figure that out.

“You need to get to bed Y/N” His voice almost vibrating through him at the lower tone than usual.

You just nod slowly.

You don’t want to go to bed.

You want him to take you here and now in this kitchen.

Images of him grabbing you, lifting you up on the side counter and kissing you, hard, flash through your mind.

Your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands grip tighter into your flesh, marking you.

To have his mouth on your skin, his teeth perhaps?

You feel your arousal build up and you cross your legs in front of you to feel some sort of friction down there.

“Why, er” you clear your throat “why can’t you be here…with me?” you barely can talk properly as the heat radiates through your body.

You’ve never wanted someone so much like this before.

Loki just swallows hard as his eyes don’t leave your face.

He knows what things you are feeling right now as he, too, is feeling the same.

“Get.. to .. bed, y/n” he breathes out.

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justiceiswater · 2 years ago

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It’s just so much! Why’d he pick her!? Why is she letting herself get attached?! Why is David so perfect!? Why is Jane such a stick in the mud?!

A Wife for Thor Pt.02

10/19/2020

No Lies in a Marriage

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,150

Warnings: angst, anxiety, panic attack, language

A/N: As I said in the post earlier today, you’ll probably see updates for this story often right now because it’s at the beginning and I know where I’m going pretty clearly and how to get there and it’s kinda just writing itself for right now. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I love writing this reader with Thor…but I think it’s just because I love writing Thor. haha If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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bean-bean2000 · 11 months ago

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The Maid - Part 1

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing.

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You stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed next to the man who calls himself 'your saviour'. Every time he stirs in his sleep, you gasp and wince in fear of waking him. He is far better asleep than he will ever be awake.

Three years ago, you fell into the arms of a man you thought would help you. You were alone, homeless and desperate. Your parents had died in a house fire, which left you with nothing and no one. Naive, you trusted the first person that showed you an ounce of kindness. You had fallen intro a trap, one you thought was love, but was in fact a cage. Your parents had left you with a significant debt to repay to the crown. He forced you to work for him, do whatever he wants, in exchange for money to help pay off the debt. You have been stuck in this horrific home since, unable to do anything without consequence.

You haven't had a proper night's sleep in years. Your eyes are sunken with deep dark circles beneath. You hardly eat anymore.

You stopped feeling anything at all, years ago. All you feel is numb, like a zombie, a shell of your former self. A life that is so far away, the memories have long faded.

You're so lost in thought, gazing into nothingness when you're suddenly yanked out of the bed.

"Get up. You're leaving. I finally found a use for you." he spits at you.

You don't have enough energy to question him as you get up sluggishly and head to the bathroom to change.

As soon as you exit the bathroom, he is dragging you outside where a a dozen soldiers await; people are lined up in front of them.

"Here. Take her." he says to the guard as he shoves you towards him.

The soldier looks you up and down and nods. You're swept away by other men and hoisted onto the back of a carriage. Other men and women peer up at you in fear.

It doesn't take long for you to realize what has happened. You've been sold to the crown to be a worker. You stare at the floor and zone out, wondering if you will forever be forced to be at the mercy of others that are powerful and wealthy. As the carriage takes off, you feel nothing, you hear nothing, all you see is your so-called 'home' slowly fade behind the trees.

The others have fallen asleep as you stare out the carriage. You have no idea how long it has been but the sun has long set and it is deep into the evening when you arrive at the castle. The guards shuffle you out, line you up and assign you your duties.

"You." The woman points at you. "She will do." she says as she hands you a pile of clothes. You stare up at her as she clarifies your new job: maid.

The guards lead each group of workers to their designated quarters.

"You are maids. You will follow the schedule, with no excuses. You have been sold to serve for the crown. You will receive no pay. Your pay is the right to live in the castle. You will be provided food and shelter. Any act of disobedience will be punishable by any means appropriate that is decided upon the guards or anyone of higher status. You are to speak to no one. Do your job and stay quiet." The guard finishes explaining your new life then turns around and shuts the doors closed behind him with a loud bang.

The silence is deafening. Everyone too scared to say a word. They all choose a makeshift bed on the floor and prepare to get some sleep before the new day.

You sit in your cot and stare at the floor. You don't realize how much time had passed until the sun shining on your face and the guards are yelling at you all to wake up and start the day.

Will I ever know freedom? Will I ever find happiness? Or am I forced to succumb to this measely life until I die?

The first two weeks seem to pass without problems, until the guards decide to take it upon themselves to 'discipline' as they deem fit.

Most guards resort to name-calling, degradation or sometimes physical punishment. Nothing, nobody was as terrible as one who we called "Snake". He would slither his way into the chambers and choose his prey for the week, sometimes longer. He did as he pleased, if met with opposition, he would often beat them into submission.

You managed to avoid him as long as possible until one night, his large finger points towards you.

You stare at him, expressionless. You refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing your pain, your fear or your desperation. His eyes turn cloudy with anger as he watches you approach him, emotionless.

The others look at you with fear and pity as he drags you out of the maid's quarters towards his room.

He throws you on the floor and closes the door behind him.

"You think I don't know your little game, you harlot?" he sneers at you as he picks you up and slaps you so hard you fall to the floor, your cheek pulsating in pain.

He grabs your cheeks tightly with one hand and squeezes "You will fear me. You will obey me." he threatens you.

Once again, you stare at him blankly. You feel nothing, you haven't for a long time now.

He growls in frustration and punches you again, searching for any reaction; tears, a grunt, a whimper, anything, and yet you show nothing.

"You witch. Impossible. Everybody fears me." he yells at you as he strikes you again. You lay on the floor motionless, your nose and mouth bleeding.

"You will answer me when I speak to you!" he growls in anger as he strikes you again.

You stare up at him and remain silent.

"Are you deaf? mute? Useless! Maybe, you will be useful for other things instead...." he sneers at you as he smirks disgustingly with a knowing look.

Again, you stare at him blankly again. As he begins unbuckling his belt he says "Submit to me. You will do as I say, maid."

You start laughing which makes him look up at you in rage.

"You dare laugh at me?! You filthy servant!" he grabs you by the neck and holds you down tightly, slightly cutting off your airways but enough for you to remain awake.

"Submit to me!" he yells at you.

"Never." you croak.

He screams in a fit of rage and strikes you again. You continue to laugh.

"Witchcraft! You're a disgusting witch! Submit to me or I will have you burned at the stake!" he spits at you.

"I promise you, I will bite your dick off if it comes near me. The human jaw can be so powerful, sometimes a crowbar isn't strong enough to pry it open and I promise you I will not let go until my jaw is pried open." you threaten him as you begin laughing hysterically.

He stares at you in confusion, disgust and fear.

"I knew it! You're a witch!" He screams.

"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" you laugh at him.

He yells in frustration as he strikes you again "I said submit to me!"

You stare him directly in the eyes "No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain will not bow down to it."

His eyes turn red with rage, he picks you up and throws you across the room. He kicks you on your side.

He continues hitting you as he demands you submit to him. You repeat the same word, almost as a prayer "Never".

You didn't care if you died or how, but you promised yourself that no matter how desperate you would become, you would never submit yourself to another man again, no matter the cost.

Once he is finally done he spits on you, drags you back to the maid's chambers and throws on you the floor as he slams the door behind him.

A few women crowd you and help you to your cot. You're bleeding from your nose and mouth. Your eye is black and swollen shut, your lip is split, your ribs hurt when you breathe.

Even after all that, you realize you still feel nothing. You stare up at the ceiling as the other women surround you to help clean your wounds.

From that moment on, you have been the subject to the Snake's abuse. You have spoken no words, except for "Never" every time the Snake commands you to submit to him. You would rather take on every physical punishment, than let him touch an inch of you.

A few weeks pass with the same abuse, except now other guards have partaken in it as well. You are now referred to as "witch" by the guards. They sneer at you when you walk past them. You keep your head held high and walk straight forward, without giving them a glance.

I am my own person. I have my own thoughts. I am not a puppet.

You repeat these phrases everyday in your head, like a chant to keep you grounded. You've taught yourself to recite small facts about your life to yourself in your head, such as your birthday, your favourite colour, your favourite author and book. It reminds you of who you are, of who they can never take away from you.

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As the months go by, the abuse never ceases. It periodically skips you, allowing your body time to heal before being targeted again.

You have managed to be friendly with the other maids, but still keep to yourself and limit your words. You rarely speak and only do so when absolutely necessary. You decided it was safest for you this way.

You have been generally assigned menial maid tasks, such as cleaning the chambers of the guards or other members of higher status than you, until today. You’re assigned to clean King Loki's quarters. He owns an entire wing to himself, therefore you are to do it alone as he is very particular about his items. It was decided upon the head maid that you were the least likely to steal and most likely to complete the job to Loki's very high standards.

Without much of a choice, you accept the new assignment and make your way to his wing. As grateful as you are for this opportunity, to work alone and use the specialized cleaning supplies for the king, you were also in so much pain. The previous night was the harshest in a long time. The guards told you the king wanted to send you a personal message. By the end of it, you could hardly move and had to be dragged to your cot. Laying in bed, you wondered why the king would choose you for this punishment. You had done nothing wrong, what made you deserving of such poor treatment?

As you're walking to the kings wing, every step you take is followed by a limp and a wince. Nevertheless, the work had to be completed. The consequences were too severe if the work were not to be completed to his prestigious standards. If the king was willing to send you such a message the previous night as a warning for what was to come, the current pain was worth suffering through. From what you've heard the kings punishments never ended well. Nobody ever returned.

With that in mind, you headed to his wing with a slight limp and a wince under your breathe with every step.

Two week pass by and you've been permanently assigned to clean the kings wing, as per his request. You hope it is because he is satisfied with your work, rather than this be some cruel plan.

Once the guards heard of your new permanent position as the kings personal maid, their visits became daily. You were now the only maid being succumbed to their harsh treatment. You knew they were trying to sabotage you so the king would be displeased with your work and be rid of you.

Even so, everyday you wake up and perform your duties. You persevered and refused to let them think they won, no matter how painful, you always kept your head held high.

You're walking to the kings wing, products and cleaning items in hand when a guard approaches and swings his arm at you. You fall to the floor, Cleaning products go flying across the hall, splattering on the floor, against the wall and all over you.

"Tsk tsk tsk... what a shame... you better pray the king doesn't see this mess you caused...." he laughs as he walks over you.

You say nothing as you try getting up but slip on the soapy wet floor. You curse at the mess.

He can't see this. I have to clean this up. I can't be delayed, the king accepts no excuses for punctuality. He will kick me out on the streets... or worse... have me killed.

You get up shakily, holding on the wall for as much support as possible. Your body aches as you start mopping up the mess with speed that can only be explained by pure fear.

Once it's decently done you run to the next room and start cleaning as fast as possible. The pain from the abuse inflicted upon you daily is taking its toll. You decide you have to suck it up until you're done.

You're doing your final task: The king's bedroom. With one wrist against your chest, you clean the bedroom. You're trying to make the bed but can't do it with one hand. Shakily, you move your other wrist and try grabbing the sheets. You hiss in pain and pull back. You're slowing down, taking longer to do simple tasks. Your wrist is swollen wrist and throbbing in pain from the fall earlier. You can hardly move it.

You manage to finish making the bed and is finishing off by dusting the room, keeping your wrist to your chest to stabilize it as much as possible. As you were working through your pain, you didn't notice the time until you hear somebody clear their throat behind you.

You gasp in surprise and spin around.

"King Loki... your highness... I apologize for my tardiness... I-" you start rambling, your head looking down and your legs in a curtsy.

"The hall is a mess. You're late. Your work is very subpar today. I'm disappointed." he tells you coldly while staring you down.

You say nothing as to avoid accidentally insulting him or frustrating him further.

"Consider this your first and last warning. If this happens again, you will heed the consequences." He says to you, chin up, staring at you while you keep your eyes on your shoes.

You mumble another apology when he dismisses you.

You quickly run out of his bedroom. Your heart is racing, you're shaking.

You run to the maid's quarters and go to your cot, avoiding the others. You're staring up at the ceiling, wondering how you possibly escaped his wrath. Replaying the scene in your head, you realize you never looked at him. You've never seen the king in person, only in pictures.

Luckily, tomorrow is the weekend the guards go out to the neighbouring city as a security check-up. You stare at your wrist, which is now purple, blue and swollen. You go to the bathroom and lock the door so you're alone. You remove your clothes as take in a sharp breath as pain courses through your body. You use two wooden sticks you found outside earlier, to stabilize your wrist, hoping it will speed the healing process. When you look up at your reflection you notice the deep colouring littering your body. Purple, blue, yellow, green.... bruises in various levels of healing spread across your body.

You come to the conclusion that you need help... medical help. You slip on a night gown and make your way to the clinic where Dr. Banner resides. He is the only doctor the workers of lower status trust, as he is kind, caring and genuine.

He welcomes you in his room and questions why you came to him so late at night.

You say nothing. You lift your night gown and watch as his eyes widen in understanding. He turns around and files through his medical cabinet.

"Here. Take one pill a day for 3 days. It will completely numb your pain and significantly increase the healing process. Put this healing balm over your bruises and on your wrist, every night for a week." he says to you as he hands you the medicine.

You open your mouth to thank him when he lifts his hand up "No need... please stay safe... if ever you need anything, you know where to find me." his eyes filled with pain and compassion.

You nod and turn around to walk back to your cot.

You immediately spread the balm over your body once your in the bathroom and wrap what you can in bandages to keep it from absorbing into the clothes rather than your skin.

Laying down in bed, the adrenaline from the day wears off and fatigue takes over until you fall into a deep sleep.

Part 2

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justjams2003 · 1 year ago

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Sweet Savagery Masterlist

All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

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mutlifandomloverblog · 2 years ago

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Hawt damn

Make-Up Sex

Dom!Valkyrie x Fem!reader

a/n: Hi everyone! I felt like I haven't written a really spicy story in a while so here's something fun and also new...if you saw one of my previous posts, I am now also taking Valkyrie requests! So...enjoy the first of I'm sure many to come. Also am I the only one who’s been literally THIRSTING so bad for her? I’m sure I’m not lmao but DAMN is she FINE😩😫

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Summary: Story takes place in New Asgard (TLAT SPOILER FREE!) you and V get into a fight and I'd say it has a very happy ending.

Warnings: SMUT!, 18+ only, fingering, eating out, strap, a lot of filth.

Word Count: 2264 Words

Request: (Anon) dom!valkyrie x fem!reader with absolute filthy smut. Like they have a fight about something they don't even remember anymore and they make it up with aggressive sex.

“You’re fucking kidding me right V?” You snap at her after what seemed like hours of you two fighting over the same thing again and again.

“Love, seriously it is nothing. Jane only has eyes for Thor, it’s very obvious.”

“That’s not my point. You can’t just be blatantly flirting with her when we’re together.”

“Y/N, you need to stop being so anxious, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“How am I supposed to believe that even for a minute if you can’t stop fucking looking at her? Yeah,” You scoff, “ I see your eyes wandering up and down her body every time she walks into the room. The stupid fucking smirk that comes across your face with it too.”

Valkyrie rolls her eyes at you as she pours out a generous glass of scotch for herself.

“Look, I’m not “eye fucking” anyone.” She says as her hands draw overly dramatic air quotes. “I’m just doing it to mess with Thor, the same way he did to me when the two of us started dating.”

A confused look crossed your face. “What’re you even talking about?”

“Really.” Valkyrie says with a smug look.

You raise your eyebrows in her direction with a slight shoulder shrug.

“All he did was hit on you when I first brought you home. It took me months to get him to stop, I’m just playing around now…getting my revenge.” She says with a cocky wink.

You just roll your eyes and turn around heading for the door.

“Wait! Where you going?” She runs up behind you, grabbing your shoulder

“Fuck off V. I can’t do this right now.” “Y/N, love, it’s just for jokes.”

“Was it really a fucking joke when you told her how hot she looked today? As if I don’t realize how hot she looks, much better than I do every day. Was it really a joke when you talk to her about how you’d treat her better than Thor can? That shit hurts Val. I’m sorry but I can’t do this right now.”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, shut up. Don’t ever tell me anyone is hotter than my girlfriend ever again.”

“You’re THE ONE WHO SAID IT.”

“I never EVER said she was hotter than you. I gave her a small compliment, besides that’s not the point nobody is fucking hotter than you. You are the most drop-dead GORGEOUS woman I’ve ever met and trust me I’ve travelled the nine realms, I should know.”

What she did had you enraged but all the words coming out of her mouth just made you fall that much more for her.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as your eyes scan her face, not sure where they should land after hearing what she just said. As your gaze settles on her lips you push yourself into her, crashing your lips into hers in one swift motion. As your tongues fight for dominance, your knee is slowly grinding against her, making her squirm underneath you. You feel Valkyrie’s breath hitch as you smirk into your kiss. You feel her hands grab you, quickly turning both your bodies so you’re shoved against the wall as she looks down at you with a smile. Her one hand has a forceful grip around your neck, slowing down your breathing.

“Awe look at you princess. You’re so cute when you think you’re the one in control.”

A small gulp pushes itself down your throat that she felt pass by her tight grip. Your eyes were locked on hers for a moment as you feared what was going to happen next.

Valkyrie’s hand releases you as her mouth starts leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. Some of them were more bites than kisses, leaving dark purple marks all over you.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you gorgeous.” She growled into your ear. You felt your knees weaken at her words and a pathetic whine escapes your lips.

Valkyrie takes a small bite of your lower lobe as she pulls away, looking at you again, admiring you and thinking of all the things she was about to do to you.

Your eyes trail down to Val’s pants as a noticeable bulge catches your eye…she was packing.

Before your eyebrows had the chance to even raise, you felt her hand come under your chin and pull your face up to lock eyes with her. “Uh uh uh princess, not yet. Be patient my love, there are lots of things I want to do to you first.”

She knew how much it bothered you when she calls you princess and yet she will continue to do it just to ensure you were frustrated.

Valkyrie’s hands trailed down your body, eventually hooking a finger into the waistband of your pants pulling you away from the wall and over to her thrown.

“Strip.” She says as her eyes attempt to undress you before you got the chance.

“Sit.” She towered over you as you sat on her throne, vulnerable to anyone who could walk into the room at any moment.

“You’ve been bad beautiful,” V says as her arms cross and one eyebrow raises at you.

“How many times do we have to do this until you realize there’s no need to be jealous of anyone else?” Valkyrie gets down on her knees and starts leaving kisses along the outside of your thighs.

Feeling a little cocky you look at her and regretfully opened your mouth, “already on your knees for me your majesty?”

A head tilt followed by a low chuckle, V immediately gets up yanking you off the chair so quickly you nearly fell over. If it wasn’t for her pulling you back towards her and wrapping her other arm around your waist you would be laying on the floor. Your chests pressed up against one another, the cold of her armour touching your bare skin, sending shivers down your back.

“What did you just say to me, darling?”

You knew better than to open your mouth again but was it ever fun to challenge Valkyrie’s dominance over you. You just knew that she would punish you for whatever you said or did if it was anything but obeying her every word.

“Down.” She says putting her hand on your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees. Val’s hands were occupied with her belt buckle as you looked up at her with innocent eyes and concern for what was going to happen next.

“How about, we put that pretty little mouth of yours to work so it doesn’t get you in any more trouble hmm?” She says with a smirk as her hand takes a fist full of your hair, slowly lowering your lips down onto her strap. Your breathing slows as you take in less air with her not letting go of you. “Look at me princess while you suck my cock.”

Your eyes dart up to her face as your lips start to go numb from the motion and friction against the silicone. Valkyrie continues to make your head bob up and down as her hand pulls your hair and uses it to push you further down on her cock.

“Have you learned your lesson yet love?” She says loosening her grip on you and slowly caressing your cheek with your mouth still full of her dick.

Maintaining the same eye contact, you slowly nod your head at her as a smirk comes across her face.

“Come,” she says, offering her hand out to you to pull you off the ground.

“Since you were such a good girl, taking all of daddy’s cock, you get to sit and enjoy me doing something for you now.” She says gesturing towards the throne again as you take your seat.

Valkyrie spreads your legs and without wasting time allows her fingers to run up your folds which to nobody’s surprise were soaked. “Someone’s quite excited.” She says with a smirk. You were about to roll your eyes at her when the shudder of pleasure shot up your body at the feeling of one of her fingers entering you. Your mouth opened to let out a moan that didn’t want to come out as your head flew backwards, eyes closed as your body filled with pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck V.” You groaned out as another one of her fingers entered into you.

Val was slowly increasing the speed of her fingers as her tongue found its rightful place drawing circles on your clit causing you to squirm under her touch. Valkyrie can’t help but smile when she looks up at you, seeing how pretty you look with your eyes shut and head thrown back trying to swallow the moans she’s creating.

With all the teasing and tension between the two of you, it makes sense how quickly you were ready to cum. Your hips started bucking up and down on her mouth.

“V— I think I’m getting close.”

You feel Valkyrie insert a third finger and her arm starts pumping in and out of you as fast as she can as her tongue draws figure eights on your clit. Your hips are bucking into the air as you cum all over her face, pushing her fingers deeper inside of you.

Everytime she makes you cum she has the most devilish smile on her face. Once you came down from your high, you felt her lips on yours again.

“Do you like how you taste princess?” She whispers into your kiss.

Fuck you nearly melted right then and there.

You nodded in response to her question as you pulled away from her face.

“I’m not quite done with you yet, love.” She says, pulling away and offering her hand to help you up. As you stand, you almost topple over from how weak your legs felt post-orgasm. Valkyrie chuckles watching you struggle to stand.

“Allow me.” She says as you wrap your arms around her neck and jump up to wrap your legs around her waist. She carried you over to the wall, backing you up against it as she slowly lowered you down onto her strap, giving you enough time to adjust.

You let out a loud moan when her tip entered you as your pussy stretched to take her full length. Fuck was this hot. She has done many…many things to you before but holding you up, fucking you against a wall? That’s new.

Valkyrie watched your face as you moaned in pleasure from her cock slowly going in and out of you. Your pussy soaked her cock as she continued to pound into you. Small whimpers falling from your lips only made her thrust into you faster. Her head would lean into the crevice of your neck, panting as she pounded you.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge again just from her movement, your clit was pulsating, begging to be touched.

“Val, I think I’m going to cum again.” You mumble.

“Not yet princess.” She replies.

A groan falls from your mouth at the sudden absence of her dick. Valkyrie lightly lets your legs fall to the ground and brings you over to the conference table, pushing on your upper back, forcing you to bend over it. She grabs one of your thighs, pulling it up so your knee is resting on the table top. You feel her lick a strip up and down your pussy followed by the tip of her cock slowly teasing your entrance. The small bit of attention your clit got for her mouth was almost enough to push you over the edge but you knew there would be consequences if you came after she told you not to.

After a few seconds of your folds being teased, you feel her push into you, taking all 8 inches at once you let out a loud groan. Val held down your leg for leverage as she pounded your pussy, you could hear how wet you were with every thrust into you.

“V— please. I am so close, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it for.” You say clenching yourself around her cock. You feel her bring a hand down onto your ass cheek as you wince in pain.

No response as she continues to increase her pace at which she’s thrusting into you.

Her thrusts are getting sloppy and breathing is shallow. “You ready to cum for me princess?”

“Yes, daddy, please let me cum for you.”

“Cum for me, gorgeous.”

Finally, you release all over her cock, as your hands try to grab onto the mahogany table she had you bent over. You screaming her name as her thrusts slow down and your legs stop shaking.

Valkyrie slowly pulls her length out of you and before you had the energy to lift yourself up and turn around to look at her, she already had her pants up and her belt being done up. It didn’t even look like she just fucked the hell out of you but holy shit did you look ruined. She just looks at you with a smirk as you try to fix your hair and compose yourself as you scan the room for where your clothing ended up.

“Did you learn your lesson princess?” She asks with a smirk. “Or will I have to teach it again later tonight?”

Her cocky attitude always worked on you and only the gods knew you were ready to run your mouth again later once you could walk straight.

-- The End --

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simplyholl · 7 months ago

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Happily Never After Pt. 1

Summary: A marriage proposal from Prince Loki is every princess's dream come true, except for yours.

Pairing: Asgard Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Loss of Virginity.

W/C: 3.4K

A/N: This will be two parts!

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"Married to Prince Loki?!" You shriek. It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. "Stop being dramatic, dear. You two are very close. Since Prince Thor is already promised, this is the best match we could secure. Your father and I thought you would be happy considering he is your friend, and not a stranger."

"We used to be close! That was ages ago! I loathe him, mother. This is unfair. I would rather marry a stranger." You protest, wiping your sweaty palms on your long gown as you pace the room. "Why do you hate him? We just visited them last week." She tries to reason with you.

"You said yourself he was your best friend. Do you not recall the tears you shed when your father forbid you from spending time with him unchaperoned?" She pours herself more tea, waiting for your reply. "Yes, well he was my best friend. He's a different person now. I barely know him." You look out of your window, the palace in clear view of your own estate.

Your father was king of a neighboring realm, when the ogres attacked, forcing your family to seek safety in Asgard. You were welcomed with open arms. Frigga and your mother became fast friends. Odin relied on your father's knowledge of the other realms' customs, so he became valuable to him. Frigga invited your mother for tea every day. She insisted your mother bring you along since she had two boys close to your age you could play with.

Thor was older, more focused on playing rough with the other boys. He never paid attention to you. Loki was only a year older than you. You often found him reading under a tree instead of playing. He didn't notice you at first until you insisted the older boys let you play. Volstagg accidentally knocked you to the ground.

When Loki heard you crying, he stood up for you even though Volstagg towered over all of you. He was an unusually large child. Loki brought you to his favorite hiding place. Deep in the woods behind the palace there was a treehouse. He explained that he often came there for solace. It was built for Odin thousands of years ago when he was a child.

Thor didn't like to play there because it was too far from the palace. He thought he would get in trouble. One evening, Loki lost track of time and fell asleep in the treehouse. When he was finally found, Frigga had the place cleaned up, so it wouldn't be dangerous. Ever since that day, you and Loki were inseparable. You used the treehouse as a secret lair for you two to spend time alone.

The other children didn't play with you. They only played with Loki because they were scared of Odin. You understood each other completely. You would make up stories and put on one person plays to share your creativity. You grew up together. It went from playing as children, to hiding out in the tree house after mandatory appearances at balls. You despised when your father wanted you to meet other royals. He would force you to dance with their sons. After two dances, you and Loki would slip away to your private place.

You would laugh about the cheesy things they said to impress you. You would never forget the first time your heart skipped a beat. You were laughing about the visiting prince who told you your gown was lovely. It was the most hideous shade of lime green the seamstress could find. You had requested it that way, so you could hide your beauty. You wiped tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes as you told Loki your reasoning for the unpleasing color.

"You should have known you couldn't hide beauty like yours even in that atrocious gown." His sentiment made you blush, your heart stopped beating as he held your gaze. His eyes lingered on your lips for a few seconds too long. You were sure he was going to kiss you. You closed your eyes in anticipation, feeling his face draw closer to yours. Then you were interrupted by Thor bellowing down below. Your father was looking for you.

You wouldn't be allowed out of his sight if he caught you out there. When you got home, you wrote everything down in your diary. How Loki had made you feel beautiful for the first time in your life, how you wished Thor and your father would have waited moments longer. The next day your father called you into his study, your diary in hand. Oh, how you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

"I forbid you to see him ever again." Your father's stern words instantly made you cry. Loki was everything to you. You couldn't lose him. You told him it was just a silly crush. That what you had written was just a fantasy you made up. He finally believed your lies, but now you couldn't be with him unless you were chaperoned.

Hundreds of years went by, you were as close as ever. You still found your way around the chaperones. You would sneak out at night meeting at the treehouse. You would stay up half the night together laughing as you did when you were children. He would have you back in your bed before sunrise. You always thought it was unfair that you had to be chaperoned, but Loki could do as he pleased.

Then came your first heartbreak. A visiting prince had met you at one of Frigga's balls. He immediately asked your father to court you. You were devastated. You didn't want to be courted. You were happy with your life. But your father couldn't wait to marry you off. But the more time you spent with the prince, the more you liked him. He had dark hair and blue eyes, sometimes you pretended he was Loki.

But he wasn't and there was your whole problem. No one would compare to Loki. But if you had to marry someone, at least the prince was nice. The prince would often find you with Loki going on strolls through the gardens, eating, and reading in silence. One evening, he visited your estate. He said he wanted to end this courtship. You couldn't think of anything you did wrong. He explained that he was certain your affection lied elsewhere, and he wanted to be the only man in his future bride's life. You didn't understand what he had meant, but you thanked him. You were free once again.

Then the latest scandal sheet was delivered by your maid. It mentioned how you and the prince were getting close. You rolled your eyes, thankful that was over. But when you reached the last paragraph, your whole world shattered. Prince Loki had been seen at the brothel three times this week. Not only that, but he had been caught with an unnamed maid in his mother's garden.

It wasn't uncommon for royalty to fuck around like whores, but this truly wounded you. You cried for a week after it came out. Your mother thought you were upset over the prince ending your courtship, so she explained there would be other princes. You didn't visit Loki for three months after the scandal sheet came out.

Another one hundred years passed, and you had grown used to Loki's womanizing. You were at the market, Loki carrying your basket filled with trinkets, winking at the unsuspecting maidens. He made note of the ones he wanted to bed later. You rolled your eyes, as you handed your coins to the shopkeeper, peeling the orange you just purchased.

"Really Loki, can you go one minute without finding four new lovers?" You joked. "Jealous?" He smirked. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous." "The only reason you are not overcome with jealousy is because you do not know what I am capable of carnally." The bite of orange you had just taken lodged down your throat causing you to choke. Loki smiled, pleased with himself.

"Of course, I wouldn't know that, or care to find out. You shouldn't speak of such things so loudly. What if someone heard you?" You looked around, your maid, Greta had her eyes on the ground pretending she wasn't listening. Loki walked over to her, dropping a few coins into her hand, and whispering to her. You watch as she goes to the next vender looking at the silks.

Loki grabs your arm, leading you behind a tent. "Aren't you curious? Your parents keep you in the dark, only for the bumbling fool you end up marrying to spill his seed in a matter of minutes." You would be like the other princesses, not knowing what to expect on your wedding night, if it wasn't for Loki. He had told you all about the act some hundred years ago, so you would know what to expect. You were thankful for that, at least.

But now, when he was looking at you like that, and speaking of such things, you wished you didn't know. "You won't experience pleasure with them. They just want to produce an heir, and once that's taken care of, he will get a mistress. I don't want that for you. I hope that you find a love match, but that is highly unlikely considering your father allows anyone with a title to court you."

You consider Loki's words as he leans in, his breath tickling your ear. "Let me show you what you are missing. I'll make it good for you. You deserve to experience mind blowing sex at least once in your life." He was the devil himself; you were sure of it. He was so tempting. You knew he was experienced, and women threw themselves all over him everywhere you went. He had to be good at it.

"I - I'm not sure. I would be ruined if anyone found out. My father would kill you.” You whisper, just in case someone was listening. "That's not a problem, I would just marry you before your reputation took a hit." He smiles as if what he said wasn't crazy. "Loki, I couldn't ask you to do that. To be honest, I am frightened. Not of you, but of the act itself. It doesn't sound like it would be pleasurable. Oh, but it must be if every eligible maiden in the kingdom lets you have your way with them."

You continue your ranting until Loki grabs your hand. "I would be gentle with you. We could start slowly. We would only do what you are comfortable with." You agreed to meet him at the treehouse that night. When you're back in your chambers you call Greta in to question her.

"Greta, have you had sex before?" She gasps, looking everywhere but at you. "My lady, that is not appropriate." You sit on your bed, gesturing for her to sit beside you. "Oh, spare me, we have known each other since we were girls. So out with it." You fold your arms across your chest waiting for her to answer.

"Yes, there was one man." She answers, her cheeks turning red. "Greta! Who was it?" She smiles, "Bart, the baker's son. We had a lovely couple of months together, but then he married the butcher's daughter. You see, men are fickle creatures. They use you until they find someone else. So be warned, my lady, keep your heart out of it. Men can have sex without emotions, and us women, well we often times end up heartbroken."

Greta's words repeated in your head all afternoon. You had known Loki for centuries, so you didn't think he would hurt you. But you were tempted to turn around, go back to your chambers and pretend like none of this ever happened. Luckily, he was in the treehouse waiting for you, so you couldn't leave now.

"It has been brought to my attention that men will do this with anyone, so I know it will mean nothing to you. And apparently, it will mean everything to me. I just don't want to regret this." You confide in Loki. "My darling girl, this will mean everything to me too. You are far too precious to me for it to mean nothing. We don't have to do anything if that is what you wish."

"I think you are right. I deserve to feel pleasure, and I trust you. I'm just nervous." Loki cups your face in his hands, bringing himself closer to you. It was so similar to that night when you were teenagers, your stomach erupts in butterflies. You never imagined the cute, gangly boy you knew so long ago would grow into the devilishly handsome man before you.

He kisses you, and it is exactly how you had always imagined. It was as if no time had passed between the moment when he almost kissed you centuries ago and now. You felt exactly the same. When he finally breaks the kiss, you look at him with wide eyes. If just his kiss could make you feel like this, you were in trouble.

Loki sat you down on the old mat you used to read on as children. It had fresh linen on it. Loki must have put it on before your arrival. He pressed kisses to your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your exposed skin. He had you sit up so he could undo your dress, nimble fingers working quickly on your corset until all your clothing was sat aside. You were bare for the first time in front of a man, but you were not ashamed. You should have attempted to cover yourself, but when Loki looked at you like you were a priceless painting, you felt no need to.

Loki took his time kissing every part of you. He toyed with your nipples, and you felt yourself growing wet. When he lowered his head to take one between his lips, you finally understood why all those maidens would jump at his beck and call. He kissed his way down your stomach, nipping your upper thigh. He spread your legs apart, pleased with your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"May I?" He asks, pink tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip. You aren't sure what he is asking, but he knows what he is doing, so you give your consent. His tongue envelops you, sliding from your slit to your most sensitive part. "Loki!" You shout, as he continues exploring you. His tongue flicks your clit as your hands weave through his messy locks.

You never imagined it would be like this. And you suppose if it wasn't for Loki, you would never know. He slips a long finger inside you as he continues licking you, He stretches you, placing another finger inside. You jolt at the intrusion, his fingers curling to caress your walls. You feel like you are about to explode.

"Loki, I feel so wonderful." You tell him. His lips suction around your clit, tugging while his fingers work their magic. Stars explode behind your eyes as your first orgasm rips through you. Loki waits until you finish writhing on his face before coming up for air. He wipes your arousal off his face with the back of his hand.

You think that has to be the most attractive thing you have ever seen. But you are proven wrong when Loki undresses. He has filled out since the last time you saw him shirtless, when you were swimming as teenagers. He drops his trousers, hard cock springing free. You gasp when you see the size of him. You were beyond thankful he told you about the differences between men and women so long ago. What a surprise this would be if he hadn't.

"You still have time to change your mind, love. Just say the word and I will stop." He stalks toward you, lowering himself to the mat. "Please do not stop." You say breathlessly. Loki chuckles, settling between your thighs. "This will hurt, but only for a moment. Tell me when you are ready for me to move."

Loki sinks into you, pressure and pain causing you to cry out. "I'm so sorry. I can't help it. It will feel better soon, I promise." You grit your teeth as Loki bottoms out. He stills inside you, waiting for you to give him permission to move. You take a minute, adjusting to his size, before you tell him you are alright.

Loki slowly removes himself before filling you completely again. After a few thrusts, it starts to feel good. "Faster, Loki, please." You beg, clawing at his back as he ravishes you. His hand comes down between your joined bodies, skilled fingers swirling against your clit. The feeling you had earlier comes back full force, another orgasm sending you soaring. Loki pulls out, finishing on the fresh linen on the mat. You lay there, breathing heavily, looking at Loki. He truly is beautiful. "Shall we go again?" He asks, his signature smirk returning.

Loki laid with you three more times before the sun rose. He walked you back to your estate, making sure you made it inside safely before walking back to the palace. The next day, you were excited to see Loki. You secretly hoped you would spend the day in the treehouse.

"Mary was looking for you." Fandral tells Loki, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, you can tell her I never wish to see her again. She is of no use to me anymore." They laugh in unison, walking away as you round the corner. "Has someone finally caught your eye?" Fandral smiles. "Actually, I plan on asking the princess to marry me." Loki shocks Fandral who places a hand over his heart.

"Did you hear that, Greta?" You ask your maid, unwanted tears filling your eyes. "Yes, my lady." She answers. "Repeat what you heard please."

"Prince Loki said "You can tell her I never wish to see her again. She is of no use to me anymore." She looks at you with pity. "That's what I heard too. Oh, Greta." You collapse into her arms, sobbing. "Let's go home, my lady. We mustn't let the prince see that he has hurt you."

From that moment on, things were very different between you and Loki. He demanded to know why you avoided him now and why you never had a kind word for him. You never answered because he knew what he had done. He just didn't know you heard him talking about you. That was five months ago. Now, Odin was ordering him to marry and they had chosen you of all people.

If this happened before you would be ecstatic. Now, it makes you sick thinking about being alone with him. You had no choice. Your father had been trying to marry you off for centuries, and you always got out of your courtships somehow. You suspected Loki had a hand in it. But now that he wanted to marry you, there was no getting out of it.

You were expected at the palace by noon tomorrow. You paced the floor so many times, your footprints were probably embedded into the floor. Then you had the perfect idea. You would run away.

The next day everyone awaited your arrival. Your mother and father sat with Frigga and Odin having tea while they waited. Thor patted Loki on the back. "Finally, brother. Everyone saw this coming. I am very happy for you." Loki brought his cup to his lips, when a timid knock on the door interrupted them. He jumps up, rushing to let you inside. Instead of you, he is greeted by Greta. "Forgive the intrusion, your highness. It's the princess she ran away." Greta hands Loki the letter you left.

She sniffles, worried about you. While he reads the note, your father and Odin start planning on sending knights to find you. Frigga comforts your mother. "What does it say?" Thor asks, peeking over Loki's shoulder.

Greta, I cannot marry that pompous ass. I would rather live amongst the pigs. Do not bother looking for me, because you will never find me. Tell mother and father I love them dearly. Thank you Greta, for everything. I wish I could have taken you with me. All my love.

"No need to create a search team, father. I will find her myself." Loki states, leaving the room.