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theleavesofwesteros · 3 days ago

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A Generous Host - Loki x Alfar!F!Reader

A/N: Hey guys... I am back (ominous). Tbh for months now I've had creativity worms crawling around in my brain (kinda bg3 style), and I've been wanting and nearly writing for like a bunch of fandoms I'm in. But lately I've been having a rough time anxiety wise and I went back to an interest that I thought I'd left behind in like 2021 (Loki). But I fear I will never be free of my God of Mischief so like... I need to write something short for my blorbo. I have an OC in mind, but wanted to make this initial thing more general and just yk warm up the writing juices and see how I like it. All the best to anyone reading this, we got this and be kind to yourselves <333

PS: divider by the very talented @cafekitsune (tysm) :))

PPS: this was meant to be up like a week ago but yeah I procrastinate even the things I start up to procrastinate LMFAO

Word count: 2,248 words

She still remembered the thoughts that had flown through her mind as she'd first seen the opulence and grandiosity of Asgard's Palace. With all its gold, and height and beauty, it was no wonder that people throughout all the Realms spoke of it. Of course, her home, Alfheim, would forever hold a special place in her heart. Moreoever, it was often compared to Asgard. It was home to the Light Elves, after all. It was only natural that their home would be as beautiful as its inhabitants. She had always been considered to be one of the most beautiful Alfar to come out of there in the past few centuries. She was humble enough not to brag about that concensus or use it to her advantage, but she also did not deny it.

Therefore, it was with great grace that she accepted the All-Mother's invitation to go live in Asgard. It would be a way to see more of the Nine Realms, in fact, to see the very seat of them, and even for her to simply become more independent. She knew her parents had secret hopes of marrying her off, as well, and what better way than by throwing her into the locale of the biggest feasts and gatherings? Her parents had only further encouraged this, practically (but lovingly) pushing her into the carriage that would lead her there.

Upon her arrival, she was taken in by the All-Mother. The All-Father welcomed her, but he insisted he had very pressing matters to attend to and couldn't spare her much more than a greeting. She found she did not mind much. He had an energy about him that she did not much appreciate for some reason. He deserved respect, of course, and she knew that well, but she promised herself not to do anything that would land his attention on her.

Frigga gracefully offered her one of the many guest chambers in the large castle. She then showed her around the large estate, before finally introducing her to her two sons.

They did not look much alike at all, she found. They were both tall, and broad, but one seemed to overshadow the other with his sheer confidence and luminosity. He could've easily been an Alfar like her, she thought. The other, was all darkness and silence. He was curious about her, she could tell. He was intelligent, very much so, and that much was glaringly obvious. When their gazes met, she felt a tingle in her mind, as if it was being opened up. She firmly closed it off, or at least tried to, and was granted a twitch of the lips from the prince.

Frigga spoke soonafter.

"My lady, these are my two sons. I am very glad to be introducing you to them, as I am sure they are glad to be introduced to you. This is Prince Thor, my eldest." The All-Mother gestures to the could-be-Alfar.

Thor offers her a charming smile and bows carefully in order to take her hand (noticeably smaller in his large hold) and kiss it.

"A great welcome is in order for you, my lady. Welcome to Asgard." His booming voice proclaims.

She curtsies in response, bowing her head, too.

"And this," Resumes Frigga, moving to stand beside the other son, "Is Prince Loki."

The smile he offers her is different. Still very charming, but it feels as if it is not being given to her for free. He also bows and takes her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

"My lady... I trust your journey was pleasant?" He speaks and she feels somewhat enchanted.

She wonders how it is possible for a voice to sound like that. It is both soft and rough. Cold and warm. Once again, she feels that tingle in her mind when his eyes meet hers. She is distracted for only a moment, and the tingle seems to spread throughout her whole mind. It lasts only a second, and she only notices it two beats later. His smile grows just a touch as he pulls away and stands beside his mother and brother, hands behind his back.

She gathers herself and curtsies again, feeling suddenly somewhat faint.

"... 'Tis an honour to make both of your acquaintances, your graces."

"I am of the belief that you would benefit best from seeing the castle through the guidance of a younger set of eyes, my lady. That is why I offered that same task to my sons." Frigga begins, speaking in a gentle cadence, and with a kind smile on her face. It seemed to be everlasting.

"Unfortunately, Prince Thor is set to depart on an adventure with his companions, the Warriors Three, very soon and this plan has been set in motion for quite a while. Prince Loki has gracefully offered his services to you, however." Frigga rests her hand on Loki's shoulder for a moment.

Loki's eyes are set on the lady. Gauging for a reaction. An emotion. Like an animal seeking out another's weakness.

She showed none. Instead, she remained graceful, as her parents would have wanted.

"I am humbled by the offering of your time and services, your grace."

Loki raises an eyebrow at her answer, before regaining his (seemingly constant) composure. Emotions seem to pass through him like ripples on water. They never last long, and they do not change the seemingly perfect picture he presents.

"It is no trouble, my lady. I can accompany you at any point in the coming days. My business is never... too pressing." He replies, a hint of an impish grin on his lips.

God of Mischief, indeed. It practically oozed from him, she thought. It wouldn't be a surprise if he sustained himself with it. Eating it from his plate whilst the others at the royal table ate venison and drank ambrosia.

She felt he was unlikely to have their tour of the palace be boring. Prince Thor seemed to sense the same, because he shot Loki a sideways look.

"Brother, I do trust you will make the lady feel welcome into our home and welcome her here gracefully even as I am absent?" The blonde syas pointedly.

Loki puts on an innocent look this time.

"Brother... that you would ever assume otherwise is a slander to my entire being, to my centuries of existence! Have I not always been an exemplary host? Particularly to genteel ladies?"

She swears she sees him bat his eyelashes.

Prince Loki apparently isn't as free as the All-Mother had said. No, rather, he doesn't make time for her. From what she gathers, he does not do much in the days following her arrival in Asgard. He mostly struts through the palace with his long legs, looking for potential sources of chaos.

Even worse, he never cordially and officially invites her to a tour through the palace. It is after a near week of her living there that he practically jumps out from behind a bush in the royal gardens to scare her.

He seems entirely pleased with her reaction, and plays it off as having seen something gleaming from within the bush. His grin is a bit too devilish for her to believe him.

"Ah, but my lady... it seems we both find ourselves here, together, at present. I suppose there is not much for me to do but to invite you on a tour?" He offers with the slightest bow of his head.

She's surprised that he's actually gone and invited her, even though his way seems to involve a forced proximity. Still, she must be grateful in the presence of one of the two princes. That is why she finds herself offering him a small smile and a bow of her head.

"I should like that, my prince."

Loki's eyes latch onto her again. She still can't quite figure out what has him so fascinated with her. His eyes are always seeking out something within her, almost. They're not too blue, neither not too green for it to be a discernible colour, so she can't decide if staring into them is like looking at the shallow waves that drag you into the current or like the vines that encompass you and strangle you. She thinks she doesn't really want to find out.

It turns out that he's not too bad to be around. If he's still staring at her, she gets lost in his nearly incessant retelling of all the pranks he's pulled throughout the palace and doesn't notice. Every inch, she assumes, must have a story related to his shenanigans. It's impressive to be sure, but she starts fearing for the integrity of her own rooms.

Another thing that distracts her is his voice. Again. She wonders the same things she'd thought the first time she'd heard it. How is it possible for it to be like that? It is like all the best possible qualities that a voice can have put together. Is it because he's meant to tempt?

His hand wrapping around her elbow pulls her out of her thoughts.

"My lady... I should hope that my stories aren't cause for you to throw yourself down the stairs? At least wait until supper, Father might even raise a brow." He speaks to her, pulling her back from the flight of stairs she'd (truly) been about to fall down.

She hadn't even noticed where she'd been walking, she'd just gotten lost in his lilting, velvet voice. She could respect that about him, at least. Perhaps Silver Tongue was an accurate moniker. Or would Silver Mouth be more fitting? Not that she'd been thinking of his mouth.

"Oh... my apologies, prince Loki... I was lost in my thoughts for a moment."

He seems entirely pleased by that. But then, he puts that reaction away to instead act offended.

"And here I thought you'd be listening and memorizing every detail of my words. I don't explain my past mischief-making to just anyone, my lady. I was being a grateful host, you see... just as Thor and Mother wanted of me. Yet now it seems they shall hear complaints of you rather than of me. How thrilling, and entirely shocking." He grins that chesire grin again. "Less than a week in Asgard and you are already stirring the proverbial pot, my lady..."

She tries to ignore him. She doesn't have to try too hard, though, because she gets lost in the intricacies of his accent. Her own behaviour surprises her, and she sighs, placing a hand to the nearby wall.

"I... Forgive me. And... thank you for the tour, my prince. I believe I am tired, and could do with retiring to my chambers."

"Oh, but of course, my lady... of course." He says with hyperbolic concern, even furrowing his dark brows slightly for effect. He was certainly good. "Allow me to escort you."

"Oh, no... I couldn't ask that of you, my prince. Moreover, I know my way-"

"Oh, but my mother would insist. I cannot simply leave our guest abandoned, yes?" He grins, already proud of himself. Of aiding her into the trap by playing a game that had been set up a week prior.

And so, he walks her to her chambers.

"Do you know, my lady, I rarely ever walk this part of the palace. Not for a century or so, at least, that is." He says as they enter the part of the palace set out for guests and dignitaries and such.

"Well, I suppose that is not surprising to me, my prince. The guests remain here... I should assume the royal quarters are on the other end of the palace, yes?" She replies, managing not to walk herself into a wall or down another flight of stairs.

"Ah, indeed, my lady. Have you already studied the plans of the castle from boredom? I suppose I will have to enrich your time here. As your host, of course."

She finds herself smiling. She feels his eyes on her again, and it's as if he's pleased and finally gotten what he needed from her.

When they finally reach her chambers, she turns to face him in order to thank him again.

"Thank you for going out of your way to escort me back to my chambers, prince Loki. And for allowing me to cut our tour of the palace short."

"It is truly no problem, my lady... we can pick it up another time. We mustn't let you overtire yourself, after all." He says carefully, but his eyes reveal that he is entirely aware that she isn't truly tired. "And... this was not out of my way. I believe I shall make this part of my palace a part of my usual rounds. It is always good to occasionally change routes when living a life as long as our own. Would you not agree, my lady?"

He seems entirely too pleased with himself, and she can't very well refuse a royal prince of Asgard his desire to walk through his own castles. However, her heart fills heavy with something when she thinks about the possibility of seeing much more of him.

"Of course, prince Loki," She replies gracefully.

The last she sees of him before supper that night is his easy walk away from her as he walks further down the hall towards his chambers on the other end of the palace.

She certainly does not spare a glance to his behind.

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