#like he sees Magna not commiting to putting his arm around Luck and is like bro just do it

[littlepikmins]

The guy sitting at the table is Zora and the people in the chairs are Magna and Luck

[tuiccim]

Enara (Part 1)

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Words: 1413

Warnings: Fluff, meet cute, flirt, innuendo

Summary: Queen Frigga’s new student of magic is given a challenge to prove her mettle. 

Enara Series Masterlist

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"Your name." Queen Frigga looks down at the new would-be pupil of magic. 

"Enara, daughter of Kleng, My Queen." You say with all the confidence you can muster.

"Kleng." The queen says with the raise of any eyebrow. "A great warrior. Does that mean you are the daughter of Magna?"

"Yes, My Queen." 

"Magna has not practiced the arts for many years. Did she teach you anything?" Queen Frigga asks.

“A little, your majesty. She has not truly practiced since taking the mantle of wife.” You say formally.

“Yes,” the queen is eyeing you strangely. You are unsure what to make of it when she continues. “Magna. Meaning great. She had all the potential of greatness, but chose to leave it. Will you do the same? This is a challenging path.”

“No, my queen. I welcome the challenge and the opportunity to learn the art of magic.” You meet the queen’s eyes directly and again notice the curious look in her eyes. 

“Then you will not mind a test of your wherewithal.” The queen challenges. 

You are a bit taken aback but manage to keep your face expressionless. “Happily, my queen.”

“Good.” The queen turns away, whispers to her lady in waiting, and exits. 

The lady steps forward and simply says, “Come.” You follow her through the halls until she comes to a stop near the living quarters of the family. “Queen Frigga has tasked you with being the chatelaine of the prince. You will take lessons in the mornings and see to his needs the rest of the day. If you can maintain your duties, you may continue to learn.” She says this as she pins a small emblem to you. Golden horns curled around an emerald. The symbol of Loki’s house. 

“Is this a challenge of all pupils?” You ask. 

The lady’s face takes on a smirk. “No, but the queen wishes to know you have more mettle than your mother.”

“I see.” You reply. 

“I doubt that but good luck to you anyway.” The lady turns to see a man approaching. “Ah, Kron, the new chatelaine.” She turns and leaves with nothing more said. 

“Name?” Kron asks as he stares down at you. 

“Enara Klengsdottir.” You say. 

“Very well. Follow me.” Kron takes you through your duties which seem to be little more than fetching and carrying food and drink, straightening the prince’s room, and ensuring the other servants do their tasks. Nothing overly burdensome. 

Prince Loki's room seems rarely disturbed as if he spends little time there. You, in fact, do not see him for the first three days of your work. It was as you were bringing in fresh fruit for his table that you saw the prince for the first time outside of royal gatherings your family had attended. Upon seeing the prince, you curtsy simply and continue with your task. Although, you feel your nerves increase slightly at his presence. His eyes follow as you move around the room and when you turn to leave you hear the prince’s voice. 

“What’s your name?”

“Enara, daughter of Kleng.”

"An aristocrat? How intriguing." The prince smirks at you. "And what sin did you commit to be relegated to chatelaine?"

"The sin of being a daughter, my prince." You knew Prince Loki had a way with words. He can twist and confuse anyone in moments. After all, he is the god of mischief and lies.

"What an interesting answer." The prince takes languid steps toward you. You meet his stare unwaveringly but make no move to elaborate. "The daughter of Kleng. I must admit I knew he had many strapping sons but a daughter I knew nothing of. And what a lovely thing you are."

You remain stoic though he is circling you like predator stalking prey. "I am not a thing, my prince."

"No offense." He smiles winningly at you. "Simply an observation." 

"An unnecessary one, your highness. I must return to my duties." You turn to leave but he blocks your path. A cat with a mouse. He's enjoying playing with a new toy.

"I look forward to seeing you again, Lady Enara." The prince grins before giving way for your exit.

After that, the prince seemed to be in his rooms much more. Always watching and asking questions. They seemed innocuous enough but he was trying to figure you out. You remained as stoic as possible with the prince but he was rather charming and at times you found yourself suppressing a laugh at his conversations. 

You had been acting as chatelaine for a few weeks and advancing well at your lessons, when you walked into Prince Loki's room to find a young woman there.

"What are you doing in the prince's private chambers?" You question.

"Prince Loki asked me to wait here for him." She replied.

"Why?" You question.

"I don't know. He just told me to wait in here. Who are you?" She asks with wide eyes.

"I am the prince's chatelaine." You say.

"Lady Enara?" The woman queries.

"Yes. What's your name?" You eye her suspiciously.

"I'm Rana. Prince Loki said you were very beautiful." She says. "He's so handsome. Don't you think?"

"I believe he thinks so. Being a prince would add an allurement for many young women." You kept your face impassive as you gauged Rana. Something was off. 

"You don't find the prince handsome?"

"Prince Thor is quite pleasing to the eye." 

"That oaf? I find Prince Loki much more attractive."

It was exactly what you needed to hear. Reaching your arms up quickly into the air, you cross them, and then forcefully pull them apart causing the glamour Loki is wearing to disintegrate. 

"Clever little witch, aren't you?" The prince smirks at you. 

"You gave yourself away, calling Prince Thor an oaf. You should be more careful." You smirk back at him. 

"How do you know how to do that?" He asks. 

"I am a student of the arts. That is where I spend my mornings. Not that you didn't know that." You eye him and he doesn't deny it. 

Loki approaches you and stops when he is less than a foot from you. "You are a fascinating study."

"You are studying me, my prince?" 

Loki quirks a smile at you and leaves. 

He confuses you. Which, you suppose, is his goal. 

The next day the prince left for Midgard and was almost gleeful to be going. However, when he returned only a few hours later he seemed annoyed and immediately went to his chamber. You go to bring him some afternoon refreshments when you hear the commotion in his room. It sounds like he is smashing anything he can find. You knock but receive no answer. Pushing the door open you see the prince hurl a decanter at you. You quickly sidestep it. Holding the tray in one hand you use your magic to put the glass back together. You carry it to the prince and say "You missed. Care to try again?"

"What are you doing in here?" Loki glares at you.

You set the decanter and tray with refreshments down. "I brought you some refreshment. Though it seems I may have just brought you fresh weaponry."

Loki raises an eyebrow at you. 

"What is the matter, my prince?"

"Midgard didn't provide the pleasant diversion I had hoped."

"What diversion does Midgard offer you that cannot be found on Asgard?"

"A friend." Loki says.

"You have friends on Asgard, my prince."

"She is special. But, for her sake, I have to stay away for awhile."

"I'm sorry, my prince. You are a good friend to put her needs first."

Loki chuckles ruefully, "Not something that would often be said about me."

"I'm sorry, my prince."

The prince looks you up and down. It makes you uncomfortable. He hasn't really done that since your first meeting. You feel more than see a change come over the prince and quickly say, "I should return to my duties."

"Aren't I one of your duties? You could provide me with just the distraction I need." He reaches up to touch your face with the back of his hand. 

Calmly you take a step back. "I am your chatelaine, your highness. Not your concubine. I shall take my leave." 

"You're right. I'm sorry." He smiles in an apologetic way. You nod at the prince in acceptance and leave. 

You've heard many stories of the handsome god's conquests. You would not become one.

Part Two