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armylily · 2 years ago

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Chapter 12: Mischief

~(Y/N) POV~

As I set my room key on the counter, I grab the bag of apples, pull my hood down and walk out with Thor.

I pulled out a red one and take a bite, the crisp, sweet tang of the insides making me sigh in happiness.

I then remember my new companion. My heart drops as I realize I can't take her with me.

Thor seems to notice my downtrodden face and asks, "What is the matter, Ms. (L/N)?"

I pick my head up slowly and look at Isolde, the beautiful appaloosa looking at me with a glint of confusion in her eyes.

He follows my gaze and says, "You can bring your horse with you! It's not a problem at all!"

I look at him with joy in my eyes and show him a slightly wide smile. If only I noticed Thor's rosy cheeks and a racing heartbeat. I run up to Isolde and rub her long neck.

I then whispered, "You can stay with me, Isolde! I don't have to leave you here!"

I grab an apple from the bag and give it to Isolde. She eats it happily, making me smile wider.

I know it's been less than a day but I grow attached to animals very quickly. Reason why my gut is always right about people but I'm weak for animals.

I then hop onto my saddle and grip the reins. Thor looks up at me and smiles softly and walks down the dirt road. I clicked my tongue, signaling Isolde to walk. As we continue walking, I see a group of people, specifically one girl and three men.

I look at Thor with uncertainty and he nods. I pull the reins to slow Isolde's strides.

"Everyone, this is our new teammate. Teammate, meet everyone."

Thor does jazz hands in my direction and I smile softly at his silliness. Isolde shakes her mane and does a whinny. The rather large man walked up to Isolde, held his hand out, and scratched her muzzle.

"She's a beauty." He says, looking up at me with a toothy smile.

He looks warm and friendly.

I'm sure he can't see my eyes but he can see my lips so I smile.

"Thank you," I reply.

"I'm Volstagg, my lady."

He holds his hand out towards me and I set the reins in my left hand and shake his hand with my right.

"Call me (Y/N)."

As I say that, I raise my head up slightly to show Volstagg my face with a mischievous smile.

His eyes widen like the wet dough I made for bread at the bakery when I flattened them out. He seems to stumble over his words, unable to contain his excitement.

He then does something I have never, ever seen in my entire life.

He squeals.

It's high pitched and I wince slightly at the sound, as well as the others did. Volstagg hops around with a slightly feminine giggle.

I smile at his behavior, not expecting this kind of reaction but after Thor encountered me, Thor Odinson, the future king of Asgard, was a fan of mine, I may have gotten a teeny, tiny bit confident after...

"YOU'RE THE GUARDIAN ANGEL OF THE VAL-!!" Volstagg yells out and I move quickly to silence his voice.

I look at the others with a nervous smile and they were in shock. The lady had her eyes wide and her lips parted, the blonde man had his jaw on the ground and the foreign man had slightly wide eyes.

Thor chuckles loudly as I look at my fanboy, signaling him to not scream. "Yes, this, my friends, is the well-known (Y/N) (L/N), the warrior angel, or the guardian angel of the Valkyrie."

I move my hand away from the excited man and hop off Isolde. I held the reins in my left hand again and pull my hood down all the way.

May I remind the reader that you are still filthy, your face is covered in dirt, your hair is matted or in knots and you also have a few scars forming? Alright, enough reminding.

The foreign man winces slightly when I pulled my hood down as well as the blonde man.

The lady just smirks and I felt butterflies in my stomach under her gaze.

Thor walks over to me and clasps his large hand on my left shoulder. "So, is the new teammate a yes or no?"

"YES!!"

"Yes."

"Heck yeah!"

"Yep."

I smile at everyone's answers and wait for them to introduce themselves.

The lady says, "I'm Lady Sif, fair maiden."

She grabs my right hand into hers and kisses the top while looking up at me with a quite flirtatious smile.

My face immediately burst with red, not used to physical affection by someone else because Sif is a very attractive woman.

"Aw, come on, Sif! I was gonna do that!" says the blonde man.

She lets go of my hand with a slight squeeze and steps back a few feet.

The blonde man walks up and says, "The name's Fandral, m'lady."

I shake his hand while smiling. After I stop shaking his hand, he kept staring at my face and his thumb was slowly rubbing circles on the knuckle of my own thumb.

"Ow!" Fandral says, as he lets go of your hand to massage his head wound.

Volstagg looked away while whistling a tune. I giggled, knowing that he threw the tiny rock. Fandral huffs and walks to where Sif is.

I look to see the foreign man with an expressionless face bowing towards me.

"Hogun."

I show him a small smile and bow my head to him. If only I saw the smile on his face.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing Isolde along, I've grown too attached to her," I say with a slight blush of embarrassment.

Isolde then nudges her nose into my arm and huffs. I smile and pet her muzzle. Sif then walks towards me, nods, and starts to pet Isolde too. My blush grows at her close proximity. (that's right, you're a bottom.)

Thor bellows out, "Of course, you can! But before we leave for home, you must be on your horse so she can leave with us!"

I nod in acknowledgment and hop on again. Volstagg sets his hand on Isolde's left shoulder, looks up at me, and smiles. I smile back. Thor calls out to the sky and everywhere around me glows a golden rainbow.

~Slight time skip~

I'm here.

I'm finally here.

Home.

I smile brightly, realizing the building is where the Bifrost is held but freeze in shock when the wielder of the Bifrost is in a fighting stance. Isolde whinnies in fear and Thor dashes in front of me and puts his hands up.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Heimdal! She's not a threat! Well, to others yes but not to us!"

Heimdal continues to glare so I panic and pull my hood off and spread my wings.

My wings stretch farther from my body and they're as long as Isolde. yeah, I am badass. Heimdal's eyes widen and he drops the Bifrost slightly, looking at me in awe. I smile slightly under his gaze but as I begin to actually look at him, I noticed his eyes first.

How they shined a beautiful yellow and amber. His dark skin makes his irises pop. His large helmet covered most of his head but he looks rather handsome. It shows maturity and elegance.

"You're (Y/N)...The guardian angel of the Valkyrie...But were you not lost in battle?" Heimdal asks with genuine confusion.

He lowers the Bifrost and stands up straighter. I pull my wings back and reply.

"I was not lost in battle, although I nearly died... But that is not an important matter. Thor Odinson, if you'll excuse me, I have to see someone before we talk about my place on the team." I kick Isolde in the side to make her gallop and it works.

As Isolde runs on the Bifrost Bridge and into Asgard, my (H/L) hair flows with the wind. I smile as I feel the cool and sweet air caress my face. I kick her to go faster as I steer us in the direction of my childhood home. As we venture home, I see children playing with other children by their houses, mothers talking with other mothers, and also watching their own kids.

I smile softly at the children playing. I hope that someday, I will have my own. I look forward only to find the bakery, my home, gone. Just...gone. I pull the reins back as Isolde goes from a gallop to walking. I look around, now fearful that Father was gone, only to see the actual bakery still standing but looking improved.

I throw my hand to my head in annoyance and steer Isolde to walk to the right. I shake my head but as I raise my head, I couldn't help but smile widely and feel tears rise. I pull Isolde to a stop and hop off, bringing her to a post. I tie the reins and pat her shoulder.

"This may be a while, pretty girl." She just whinnies and I pull my hood over and laugh.

As I walk through the doorway of my home, I tuck my wings into my cape. There were two men in front of me so I sadly wait, shaking with nervousness to see my guardian. It didn't take long as the two men walk out, hand in hand. I smile softly at the couple and walk to the counter. There he is. Being my cashier.

I try my absolute hardest not to jump over and tackle Father into a rib-crushing hug and it pays off. I then say our code words that we made up together when I was 2,790 years old or 9 in Earth years. "May I get a (favorite animal) with (favorite season) and a (favorite color) on the side?" I finish my sentence while still looking down with a smile on my face.

I could tell that Father froze when I said that. He says, "No one says that...except." Before he could finish his sentence, I look up from under my hood, look at him, and smiled. His jaw drops and he's frozen still.

"Hello, Father," I say with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

He then starts to groan like a drunk and he falls back. I gasped and jumped over the counter to see what was wrong.

"Father?! FATHER!!" I check his pulse after shaking him a few times. He's alive so he must have fainted. I let out a sigh of relief and shake my head while smiling.

I missed this weirdo.

I pick Father up at carry him to his room, of course, I already know where it is. It was slightly messy but I could walk. I gently set him on his bed and pulled his blanket onto his body. Now that he's asleep, I look at him fully.

He looks as if he hasn't aged at all but now, he must be 38,680 years. He has many eye lines, telling me that he hasn't slept much.

I slightly frown at that, now making it my goal to let him sleep as much as possible. Talking can wait, I want him to be able to hold a conversation without sleeping. Hypocritical of me, yes but he deserves it.

I smile and kiss him on the forehead. I get up and turn all the torches off in the bakery portion of the building, signaling to people that it's closed. After doing so, I walk to my old room.

As I open the door, I begin a coughing fit as my room was full of dust. Nothing was touched. It was left the way I had it when I left. I smile as I see my old doll sitting on my windowsill, also dusty but it held a stitched smile.

I walk over to my candles and light them, the yellow and orange lights illuminating my childhood room. I walk into the kitchen to grab a broom and dustpan, now ready to clean my room like I was younger.

~3 hour time skip~

Before I started, I took off my hood and cape but it felt so hot like I had them on while cleaning. I walked over to my small vanity to see my face only slightly dirty so I smile and wash my face with a clean rag. I then hear groaning in the room next to mine. Father must be awake! I set the rag down and walk towards the doorway. I see him rise up, rubbing his head with a groan.

I lean in the doorway with a smile and my arms crossed. Father looks at me and groans out, "Ah, (Y/N), can you bring me a glass of water, please? I don't feel so we-" His eyes widen and he freezes.

He slowly looks at me, gets up fast, runs towards me, and tackles me into a hug. He surprised me because I fell back from his force. I laugh and hug Father tightly when I feel wet drops on my clothes. I look down to see tears streaming down his wrinkled and exhausted face.

I let a few run down my cheeks, overjoyed to see the man that raised me as his own. I pat his back a couple of times, trying to soothe him and also remind him that I'm really here and not a mirage.

He takes a few deep breaths and sobs again. I laugh softly and keep patting his back. "I'm here, Father. I'm home."

He lets out a loud cry but with a smile on his face.

"I've missed you so much, (Y/N)." He has red eyes, a red nose, and some snot slightly running. I smile contentedly and use my cape to wipe his face.

"I-I would hear tales about you and how you're the guardian angel of the Valkyrie. They spoke about how you fought with bravery and selflessness, which sounds about right. They described how beautiful and graceful you looked but that did not do you any justice."

I smile at his compliment and get up while helping Father stand up too. He then looks up at me, smiles, and raises his wrinkly yet strong hand, and lies it on my right cheek. "You've grown into a beautiful young lady, and I could not have been more proud of you."

I set my left hand on his hand and say, "I'm like this because of you, Father. You made me into the strong woman I am now." I look down at him with a small tear falling to my chin.

"Come, come. You must tell of your adventures while away." Father says as he walks into the kitchen at the same table I studied wing anatomy on. I smile and sit down, ready to tell him everything.

~Time skip~

"YOU ALMOST WHAT??!"Father screams at me with concern written all over his face. I scratch the back of my neck with a nervous smile. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALMOST DIED!!"

I shake my head with a small smile and say, "Almost."

He scoffs in annoyance but smiles after that. "Well, I'm glad you got back safe." I smile but then look down sadly.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Father asks me with concern in his voice.

I look up, grab his hand gently and say, "I cannot stay home, Father. I am under Thor Odinson's team so I will leave for missions. He took me back here, back home. But I promise you, that I will visit you every day, either before or after my missions."

He sighs and then smiles. "I'm just happy you're alive, dear."

I get up, lean down, and hug Father tightly. He hugs me back, sighing with contentment. "Be safe, dear. I'd rather see you be wed and have grandchildren."

"Father!!" I say, embarrassed by his words. I am technically at the age when women bear children, so about 25 in Earth years. But still! Father laughs at my reaction and pats my back.

"Go be a hero, (Y/N). I'll be here when you return." We exchange smiles and let go. "You better keep your promise, young lady!"

I walk towards the doors and laugh. I turn around and give a nod. Father smiles and I walk out to my trusty steed. "I'm sorry for taking forever, Isolde. I was speaking with Father after all of these years." I know she may not understand what I'm saying but I don't really care. But I do have a feeling she knows what I'm saying.

I hop on my saddle, pull my hood up, and head towards the castle gates. Of course, I am stopped by the guards and asked for my purpose. I pull my hood down with a smile and they too froze. One guard taps the door while the other shakes my hand. Both were silent when I walked through. I see Odin, Frigga, and Thor walk into the large room, talking about something probably important.

My hood is still off so Thor recognized me. He smiled widely and walked towards me. "Ah, (Y/N)!! Welcome to my home! Father, mother, this is my new friend, (Y/N) (L/N). She's the-"

"Yes, yes, we know about (Y/N), Thor." Odin interrupts with a large smile. I hop off Isolde with the reins in one hand and kneel down but Odin pulls me up and shakes my free hand.

I smile back and say, "It is the greatest honor to be in your presence, Odin."

"Nonsense! I should be honored to meet a warrior such as yourself!" Odin replies while pushing Frigga towards me to also shake my hand.

I kneel down in front of her and say, "It is an honor to be in your presence as well, my lady Frigga."

I hear her laugh softly and she pulls me up slowly. "I've heard many a tale about the guardian angel, (Y/N)."

I smile with a slight blush on my cheeks. Thor walks up to me and grabs my hand softly. "Now, since you are on my team, we can discuss and plan your very first mission!" I look up at him and smile a little wider.

I then look at Odin and his queen and say, "Please excuse me, your highnesses." They both nod with a smile and Thor guides me down a hall.

"Now, I must ask you a few questions if that is alright with you that is." I nod and he continues. "Do you know of my brother, Loki?"

I reply, "Yes."

He takes a deep breath in and out. "After my last mission, I lost my brother on a planet called Earth. I have been there before and I must retrieve him so he may be punished for his crimes."

I then say, "Okay, do you know his exact location on Earth?"

He replies, "Yes and we will be going together while the others sleep. If that is alright with you."

I think about it for a few seconds. Loki is known to be very, very mischievous and even more dangerous. I trust Thor knows what to do when we arrive. "That's alright with me. But I do require a few things."

He shows me a small smile and says, "Oh, do tell. Anything at all."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I show him a smirk and say, "Well I would like a new set of armor, a sword, and a dagger."

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moonbaby26 · 4 years ago

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Title: A Party and a Spy

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki is forced to return to Asgard to unwillingly participate in the festivities honoring Odin and Thor’s victories in Alfheim. He ends up drunk and in a piss poor mood that he then wants you to help relieve. Your secret meetings also finally attract an unwanted visitor. Super brief cameos here by Sif, the warriors three, and Thor, as well as Heimdall again.

Warnings: Semi smut possibly, but no real sex this chapter. Sorry to tease, will be some next chapter. Here is just mentions of arousal, grinding through clothing. Mention of masturbation. Also some animal abuse, but a magical animal who will be fine I guess. The princes are just jerks like that.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys , @loveableasshole , @insanitybyanothername , @just-wordsandthoughts , @cringingmemeries

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You still felt warm, your head just poking out from under the blanket as you stretched a little. Your hand ran out across the mattress after a moment though, contacting nothing to your surprise as you then opened your eyes.

As you quickly sat up, the look on your face must have said far too much as you heard a chuckle from nearby.

“No, goddess, I haven’t left just yet. My, you are expressive though.”

As you turned your head towards the voice, you saw Loki now sitting in one of the two chairs at the small table opposite your side of the bed.

He was still dressed only in a pair of pants you also quickly noted, yourself still so unused to seeing this much of him as your eyes lingered on the lean muscle and pale skin.

“What?” He asked, not missing that stare either, though the sly look in his eyes told you he knew damned well what you were now distracted with. He just wanted you to say it.

“Asgardians really do wear too many clothes, if you are any proper example anyway.” You replied simply though. Why hide so much all the time?

He raised an eyebrow, but was smirking as he taunted a little further. “Oh I can assure you, there is no one in Asgard like me. And you’d prefer this not be reserved just for you then?”

You tried not to look caught off guard. Even if he were only teasing, the implication that he’d still be keeping this type of intimacy for you alone was something that made your stomach flutter slightly.

“Come here.” He said next though, snapping you back to attention, though you still hesitated. Was that a command or a request?

He only rolled his eyes after a moment though. “Oh, don’t waste time trying to be proud now. I do have to leave shortly, it will already be late morning in Asgard by now.” He extended a hand to you. “So come, sit with me.”

You eventually acquiesced, standing from the bed then, though intending just to walk to the other chair. Yet the very moment you were close enough, he only grabbed you by the arm, pulling you down to sit on his lap instead.

He was surprisingly fast and strong when he wished to be, his arms already around your waist as well before you could think to try and stand again.

“There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” He spoke lowly against your ear as you shifted.

But to your surprise he didn’t touch you any further, even though one arm did stay around your waist to keep you steady as his other hand just went back to the table.

“I have a job for you.” He added, then moving his hand oddly as a piece of parchment paper and a writing quill appeared abruptly from thin air. “At least I think it may work. I’m sure the majority of these animals are illiterate. I’m hoping at least the clan chief has some shaman or someone of the sort that understands these runes. It’s the only written language I’ve ever seen in this land.”

But even as he started to write on the paper, your mind was still only fixating on what you’d just seen as you asked abruptly. “How did you do that?”

He seemed focused on whatever symbols he was now putting on the page, but he still answered. “How do I do what? They’re just runes.”

“No, how did you conjure the pen and paper?” Controlling the elements, moving objects by will, or casting illusions was one thing. But forming a very unnatural, man made object from essentially nothing was different than the typical kind of magic you were used to.

Loki paused a moment then, like trying to digest what you’d just said before he glanced back up to look you in the eyes.

“The woman can move the seas themselves and is astonished by a piece of paper?” He mocked incredulously.

Your eyebrows lowered. “Listen, I know good and well I’m no sorceress. That’s why I’m asking. How do you create something like that from nothing?”

He shook his head. “Gods, they really just give magic to anyone these days.”

A joke clearly, as everything you had you had been born with, though learning to control it had taken time. And to be honest, was still an ongoing learning process. But you still wanted an answer as you looked at him pointedly.

He sighed under your gaze. “I really don’t have the time for this. But I know you won’t let it go.” He had continued writing though even as he kept talking. “I didn’t make them, goddess. I brought them with me. You are at least correct in that nearly all instances of magic, nothing can be made without taking of something else. I’m sure when you make those little whirlpools of yours for instance, you’re drawing the latent energy from the water. The currents, the temperature differences, what have you. To truly make something from nothing...well, that would be chaos magic. Which, may or may not even exist depending which of the ancient mages’ tomes you most believe in.”

You could tell he did take pride in his studies and the principles behind them clearly. If he wasn’t already concerned about returning to Asgard, you could probably get a whole lecture on this subject right now. But you couldn’t help but point out again, as you just responded. “Yet you still haven’t really answered my question. If you brought them with you, where were they before?” You glanced down at his pants as if to reaffirm your doubt that anything other than himself had been hidden there as they were relatively tight.

Yet he still smirked at your continued insistence. “On the scale of the things I’m capable of, my dear, that’s just a parlor trick. And if you really care so much, I can teach you at some other time.”

At that, he paused writing again though, placing the quill down momentarily as he then moved his hand again for a long dagger to abruptly be held in his palm. “You see? There are far better uses to this trick.” He flipped the knife just as quickly though, letting the blade’s point stab into the table as the dagger then stood on end.

And as it did so he made sure to look to see your reaction, also asking you, “Do you really just depend on your servants to follow you around at all hours with any weapons you may need?”

Yet you just looked from the dagger, then back to him. Surprised surely, but not actually frightened. “And do you have so many enemies as to always need that at the ready?”

“One never really knows do they?” He answered smoothly, just grasping the dagger’s handle again before it disappeared once more.

It didn’t seem like a threat really. But you felt he still wanted you to know a bit more of what he was capable of. You quieted afterward as he went back to writing for a few more moments.

When he was done, you could tell he glanced over the letter briefly, as if proofreading before he rolled the paper tightly and folded it.

He spoke rather business like then, an odd thing honestly as you still sat so intimately on his lap. “If it wasn’t already obvious, I’d like you to carry this to the village leader while I return to Asgard. I don’t have the time to deal with the mortals right now, and besides, they’re your pets.”

“Excuse me? Have you forgotten whose idea this whole ‘protector’ role was to begin with?”

“Oh, I was willing to let the lot of them be wiped out if you’d chosen not to save them. I’d only need to spare whichever the nicest home was from burning as the marauders moved through, and we still would have ended up with a place to meet regardless.”

The sad thing was, you were actually sure he really meant that too. But he just continued.

“Yet you pitied them, and now here we are. And as the beasts held up their end of the bargain, I agree it’s fair at least to give them some recognition for their work. A pat on the head and a ‘good dog’ essentially, that’s what this letter says. So you see, I’m not wholly ungrateful.”

“A thank you letter?” You asked dryly. Relatively sure it likely didn’t read completely as such.

“Well, essentially. But with a reminder on the rules as well.”

“Rules?”

“Our privacy must be respected. I’ll put a green flame at the end of the trail nearer the village when we’re present. During the night, this place is also solely ours. If during the day there’s no flame, then they can come up and clean and maintenance this tiny wood hutch like good help should.”

“Your staff at your palace must just adore you.” You mused sarcastically. “The mortals are not our slaves, Loki.”

“It’s really an odd thing how you fancy them.” He retorted, though with an air of someone just humoring another person they already thought irreparably deluded. “But I suppose you have nothing else fulfilling to pass the time when I’m in Asgard. Some people like to paint, others like to craft things...you, you have your pets.”

Arrogant god you thought. As if suddenly you had no other purpose outside of him? Surely he saw that insulted look in your eyes as well, because you could see the entertained mirth in his own before he pulled you closer to kiss you suddenly.

And this one was rough again, briefly reminding you of that night in the cave as you felt his hands move down to your hips. His tongue was already in your mouth before you could even consider pulling away.

From last night when he’d only held you, to now seeming so hungry again, the sides of him could change so quickly you were learning.

His hands didn’t move beneath your dress though, even though you thought his fingers may be grabbing you hard enough to bruise as he twisted you to be fully facing him. Straddling him actually with each of your legs now on either side of him as he rested against the back of the chair.

He kept kissing you, and it wasn’t long before you felt that distinct hardness against you even through his pants. As always though, you wore nothing beneath your dress, a matter of practicality really for as often as you were in the water. Who would want any undergarments constantly rubbing and chaffing where you were most sensitive? You liked sheer and loose material in the dresses you wore, so that it moved easily as you swam and dried quickly when you were on land.

But he knew all this by now of course, as he just ground his hips then, that rough seam of his pants then moving between your legs as he drug it back and forth.

He was intentionally trying to work you up. You sensed the trap, but still found your own hands moving across his bare chest soon enough.

Your newfound lack of willpower was really astounding. Finally though, you pulled your head back to break the kiss and warn him. “If you’re just doing this with no intention to actually follow through...”

“If you wanted it so badly, you could have taken it last night.” He retorted though. “I’ve already stayed too long.”

“Why can’t I want both?” You answered, meaning it as well. It wasn’t just sex, nor was it just being in his company. Neither by itself was enough anymore. Each had its own place.

He looked frustrated himself though as you felt him thrust against you reflexively, that bulge in his pants wasted even as it scraped against where you were now becoming wet. “I’m telling you, Odin is back at the palace now. I have to be calculated in the times I come and go. There is some damned ceremony today, likely starting any moment by now for their victories in Alfheim. If I’m not there, they’re going to come looking for me.”

As much as you knew he liked to bend the truth. It wouldn’t make sense for him to deny himself this right now unless it was actually for good reason.

“Well you’re the one who pulled me into your lap and kissed me.” You relented, though your own body now fully flustered and urging you to return to him even as you stood up and stepped away.

“Well you shouldn’t have slept so late.” He grumbled back. Pulling at his pants in some discomfort as he stood as well.

But you watched as his armor manifested then, horned helmet and all as his magic washed across him. What you guessed would now be his attire for the ceremony he’d spoken of. You assumed that clothing and armor had been in whatever void the pen, paper, and dagger had been.

At least with his illusions he could also conceal his arousal if it hadn’t faded on its own by the time he reached the palace though, you thought with some amusement.

Yet, even as he walked for the door, he taunted to you as if sensing your enjoyment of his current predicament. “You’re welcome to get back in the bed you know. Think of me while you self soothe, goddess.”

So crude. But you just fired back before he could close the door. “And is that what you do at night in Asgard? Think of yourself as well to finish things off?” You were trying to mock his evident self importance of course.

Yet he didn’t even miss a beat at the intended insult. “Why be myself when I can just be you? Then I never have to forget how you feel.”

And just to prove that he could, you stared in disbelief as a perfect likeness of yourself then smiled back at you lewdly, thin dress and all before shutting the door unceremoniously.

Gods. That was just unnatural. And you had to sit down at that, arousal now paused at least as your body’s resulting confusion was almost palpable.

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Asgard, not long after

Loki was back to his normal appearance, hurriedly stepping into the small grouping of warriors he’d recognized at once in the rest of the crowd at the palace ceremonial hall.

Sif’s head turned in immediate surprise and annoyance as those golden horns entered her peripheral vision. The irritation was evident even as she tried to keep her voice low with so many others still around them. “And just where have you been!? Thor was looking for you everywhere!”

“I was in the library, did he think to look in the library!?” Loki spat back immediately, knowing that even if his brother had checked there, Thor knew the layout of it so poorly, he could always have claimed to have been in another section.

“Yet why are you breathing so hard, chap? Were you actually running?” Fandral asked as well, also looking Loki over.

“And why pray tell would I have been running?” Loki shot a glare to him next. Could they not mind their own damned business for once?

“Because you were late?” Volstagg offered in that simplistic, yet matter of fact way that was always beyond annoying even on the best day.

“Well I’m here now.” Loki huffed, though not missing the way Hogun was also staring at him critically. “And do you have something to add?” Loki grumbled at him.

But only Sif answered. “Well if you hadn’t been lost in the library,” Her tone made clear how little she believed that excuse, “You’d know that Thor chose you to give the congratulatory speech before-”

“The what?” Loki stared at her, that odd mix of horror and disgust then abruptly clear on his face.

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“So what more can I say of Asgard’s favorite son?” Loki’s public speaking voice boomed richly through the great hall, the throng of happy faces sickening as he smiled right back at them. What fresh Hel was this really?

“Alfheim counts her graces I am sure to have such noble saviors defend her-” By the gods he didn’t even know what Odin and Thor had done there the entire time. He assumed there’d been skull bashing and the normal heroics. But if they’d been working out peace treaties instead the last few weeks, who knew. He’d been looking for hidden portals to Midgard still on the days they’d held the main debriefings.

“And with peace secured in the realms once more, please join me in giving thanks to the noble Allfather and the mighty Thor!” Loki wasn’t normally one for alcohol. Not in comparison to most Asgardians anyway. He thought it dulled the mind too much. But by all the mages in all the realms...he so badly needed it now, as he took a large swig of the strongest Asgard had, before throwing the glass down to shatter it as was custom. “And let the feasts commence!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. And on any other day, that would have been something he obviously would have wanted. But Loki knew that not one voice was for him as he suddenly felt a large hand and arm go around his shoulders, shaking him roughly before his brother’s voice joined the yells, yet right in his ear.

“HUZZAH!” Thor cried, one arm still around Loki as his other lifted Mjolnir triumphantly.

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And it was so many hours later before Loki had finally escaped. Time and time again as he’d tried to excuse himself from the endless barrage of drinks and food, it was as if his brother had somehow sensed it.

Then there would be Thor again, telling him any one of those same stories over and over as he’d somehow corralled Loki back into the feast room. If he’d had to hear one more time how with one hand forced behind his back, and Mjolnir still in mid air, that Thor had kicked one of the enemies’ bombs right back into their own garrison, taking out an entire enemy troop as more of their stored artillery then exploded...Loki may have finally vomited.

As it was now, he wasn’t exactly walking a straight line either though. Just carrying his own helmet in one hand, his head already throbbing as he made his way slowly through the corridors. His other arm reaching out occasionally, grazing the walls for balance.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d drank so much. Well, more like been forced to drink so much, just to try and maintain his sanity in what was essentially just another gathering of his brother’s sycophants.

Honestly did Thor even see it? Did he really think all those hanger-ons were truly his friends? Perhaps there was some argument for Sif and the warriors three. As thick headed as they all were, they were about cut from the same cloth. And that was not a compliment.

But all the others? It’d be almost pitiable really if it weren’t so damned annoying. Yet maybe it was the alcohol there as well, making Loki linger on so many of these feelings again.

By the time he reached the entrance to his quarters, he was frowning as he pushed the heavy doors open. He still made sure that they shut fully behind him though as he waved his hand to lock them doubly with a spell.

It was not without precedent that in some true late night madness, either Thor, or Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg may still force entry to try and get him to accompany them on some additional drunken adventure while they were still riding so high on their accomplishments.

“Idiots,” Loki grumbled to no one though. Still stuck in that sour mood as he moved across the dark room, losing clothes as he did so before finally ending up in his elaborate bed. The silken sheets were then the only thing against his skin as he laid there in silence, though the room still feeling like it was moving slightly in his lingering vertigo.

But he just wanted to sleep. That and to will this headache and the thoughts that worsened it away.

But instead he only laid there. His drunken thoughts churning louder and louder as the minutes passed, alone in this extravagant, luxurious, and also very empty bed.

Scattered across the palace now, he could only imagine all the couplings likely occurring. Not necessarily in the full sense of the word. But he knew how these types of festivities normally ended.

Thor was likely in an archway somewhere with Sif, pawing at each other with all the finesse of a pair of schoolchildren. Fandral and Hogun would still be at a table, Fandral now showing off his sword to a couple maidens simultaneously with only thinly veiled euphemisms of how it compared to the hidden equivalent. And Volstagg would have his actual wife and children there, somehow still not bored of them yet as they all laughed together.

And that’s what it really was, laughable.

Loki rolled onto his side, glaring towards the balcony and the stars dotting the black sky beyond it. No, he didn’t need any of that farce of companionship. Not just for the sake of it anyway like all the others. He took what he wanted, when he wanted surely. Pleasure was one thing after all, but it didn’t control him.

You didn’t control him actually. Because no one controlled the god of mischief.

But the longer he lay there in silence, the more he could then imagine your fingers soon running through his hair, or the warmth of your lap to lay his aching head in. He’d had bad days before, many times retreating to this very room alone. But he didn’t have to be alone tonight. He didn’t have to be alone at all anymore did he?

“Goddamnit.” He finally hissed. It was foolhardy, dangerous even after just returning from Midgard already once today. But he wasn’t going to sleep tonight otherwise. Not until he had what he really wanted.

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Loki certainly wasn’t going to be walking all the way to the bifrost gate. Not at this hour, and not in this condition. So he’d taken a form that at least no one would have second guessed if they’d just happened to look up as he’d passed quickly overhead.

One of Father’s ravens, or the rats with wings as he preferred to call them. And as he’d landed near Heimdall, then regaining his normal form, the older god just looked down at him, unimpressed.

“She’s returned to the ocean. She already sleeps.” Heimdall spoke unprompted.

Yet Loki’s eyebrows rose mockingly, even if his words took a little more effort right now. “Oh? Making a habit of watching her…even without me then? That’s a bit perverse.”

But the gatekeeper’s expression hardly changed at the insult, still so difficult to goad. “I saw you coming, and your questions to her whereabouts are becoming predictable.”

It was true. Loki had already come here several nights, yes. Mostly to check whether the mortals had finished that structure or not. And it’d finally been a pleasant reward just the other night when Heimdall had confirmed it already done and you there waiting.

“I don’t care where she is.” Loki retorted though. “I’m going to Midgard. Open the gate.”

“You are inebriated.” Heimdall warned.

“And you have a severely itritating penchant for stating the obvious…open the gate.” He commanded more forcefully.

“Anywhere in Midgard particular?” Heimdall answered.

Loki paused though, hearing that slightest change in the guardian’s normal stoic tone with those last words. “Are you…attempting to make a joke?”

“I did not wish to assume or state the obvious again as you said. And you also say you do not care where she is. So do you not care where you should land tonight then?”

He was! He was mocking him. Loki growled, pointing his finger for emphasis. “Now listen here…it has been a god awful, long day. Quit trying to dissuade me. Send me to the village, gatekeeper!”

“Any village?”

Gods. “My village, her village, whatever you want to call it. But do it or I’ll use the damned sword myself!”

With one last cheerless look down at Loki, Heimdall turned the sword then, opening the gate even as he warned a final time. “Do not fall from the bifrost, Prince. The universe is vast and does not suffer the careless well. Do remember as well that all things done have consequences in the end.”

But Loki had no time to search for deeper meaning in the words, just ruffling more as he walked towards the light. “Is that a threat?”

“Only a truth and a caution.” Heimdall again answered, just before the other disappeared back across the bridge.

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And as the light left him again, Loki was once more in that dark forest. Yet, the ground far lighter colored than normal as to a little of his surprise, his boots now found fresh snow. Winter had finally arrived to this part of Midgard apparently.

He cursed, realizing it would have been far smarter to have told Heimdall to deposit him directly onto the beach this time as he’d now had to navigate back down the hillside and to the trail that led between the cliff face.

It had started snowing again as well as he walked, the large flakes sticking in his black hair by the time he reached the ocean’s edge. He should have told you just to stay at the cabin this morning. But he didn’t expect to be standing here again so soon either.

Loki didn’t care about the water at this point though, the waves rushing up around his feet and over the top of his boots as he trudged forward to call out. “Hear me, sea beasts! Hear me and bring your mistress to me!”

And it didn’t take long of course before he saw two feminine looking torsos rise just where the waves were breaking in the distance. Not quite human, but expressive enough that he could see the skepticism in their body language.

“She’s asleep!” One called back over the waves.

“Then go and wake her!” He only hissed back as if scolding an insubordinate child. Why did everyone feel the need to test him tonight?

But the two nymphs just looked at one another. The other then speaking. “What is so important? Are you claiming injury again?”

He scoffed at the jab, voice easily sliding into its darker range then, even in his continued drunken state. He did not have time for this. “Do not forget your place, water sprite.”

And as he made a move as if to step further into the water, he was pleased to see them both shrink back at that. When they disappeared not long after, he knew all he now had to do was wait.

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You didn’t fully know what to expect. Why was he back so soon? Not that you should complain, but he’d made such a point about having to return to Asgard this morning, and he’d never come back so quickly before. Even though it was now dead of night.

The nymphs also said he’d been acting strangely, even a bit ruder than normal. They insisted you bring your spear, and so you had as you broke the surface only to find him sitting at the water’s edge. Though not even far enough onto the beach to stay dry as the water now ran around him and then pulled back with each successive wave. His pants and cloak were clearly soaked, snow also dotting all over him to your surprise.

“Loki?” You asked, concerned but cautious. Normally the rare sight of snow would have distracted you in its own right had you not been so focused on him. The north was still unique to you for all its differences.

“The cold doesn’t bother me either.” He said abruptly, seeing that worry in your eyes. But he didn’t stand out of the water. “You really should reprimand your servants…”

“It’s not quite that kind of a relationship.” You replied, though not defensively as you still tried to realize what was wrong with him. “Are you alright?”

“No.” He said simply.

If it was just another trick, it was a good one. But you felt you had no real choice but to behave as if he was sincere. You only laid your spear down in the water as you then moved to sit down beside him.

He looked over at you as you did, and you could see how tired he looked even in the darkness. So close to him then, that was finally when you smelled the scent of alcohol, impressively strong even over the salt smell of the ocean.

He was drunk.

“Loki…” You said again, unsure at all what would have driven him to this kind of excess. “Do you want me to help you to the cabin?”

He leaned closer though, as if to either kiss you or lay his head against yours. He did nuzzle your face slightly though as he whispered in your ear. “I want him to get closer first.” Before you could react though, he’d then grabbed your chin to keep you from looking away from him. “He can’t hear us over the noise of the sea…but don’t look away.”

And he did kiss you then, that heady taste of the alcohol almost as distracting as the nonsensical words. His hand was moving up your thigh as well as his other moved around to your back. It all seemed like only the beginnings of foreplay before just as suddenly, he then pushed you down beneath him. His hand that had been on your thigh pulled back simultaneously to throw a dagger violently out into the darkness.

You heard a distinct sound of a hit, a creature screech, and then chaotic flapping in the sand and snow somewhere near the cliff’s base.

Loki was now laying on top of you, your back still pressed into the wet sand as the water rushed back up around you both. He glanced back down at you then, ignoring the confusion in your eyes as he kissed you roughly several times more before finally pulling back again. “We’ll have to get back to that tomorrow…” He all but purred, mood shifting suddenly to satisfaction as he stood once more and offered you his hand.

Utterly baffled, you still took it, letting him help you up before he let go of you to walk off towards the distressed sounds you still heard near the cliff. You only hung back long enough to grab your spear before hurrying to follow him.

You didn’t know what kind of beast to expect from all the noise, and only found yourself more surprised as a pitiable looking black bird finally came into view. It flapped even harder upon seeing Loki, but with one wing clearly mangled and blood spattering the snow and sand around it.

“Oh, you over dramatic twat.” Loki fussed, snatching the hapless creature up with little fanfare as his other hand reclaimed his now bloody dagger, disappearing it again with his magic. “And which one are you?” He asked, holding it roughly near his face as it now continually tried to bite him in defiance.

You didn’t know what he was looking for, and you were about to say something about how harshly he was holding the poor animal before Loki smirked in recognition.

“Well…Muninn, you little vermin. You saw me leave the palace didn’t you? Did you really think I was your other half? Couldn’t leave well enough alone could you?”

What? So this was one of Odin’s ravens? But, Loki had just stabbed it! Was this not treason? Treason that you were now a party to? You had so many questions as your inner panic began to grow.

But Loki only kept smiling, talking with condescension to the injured bird. “Yet, for you to be here so quickly, then you’ve found my door for me. There’s a rift between Asgard and Midgard somewhere nearby…and for that you get to keep your other wing tonight, you little spy.”

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As you passed back up the trail to the cabin together, you saw Loki had indeed kept his word about signaling to the mortals when you were here. A green flame floated, ethereal in midair at the edge of the tree-line.

It had a haunting look to it, but you said nothing, still so focused on Loki’s rough handling of the injured raven. And by the time you’d entered the woods, you could no longer contain yourself.

“Please don’t hold him by the chest like that. It makes it too hard for them to breathe. You’re going to suffocate him!”

At your outburst, Loki seemed to have a genuine moment of surprise, looking over at you before his normal superior expression returned. “Just because you can become a bird….doesn’t mean you should give a damn about this one. Don’t waste your time on kindness. Despite your bleeding heart, his loyalty lies only with the Allfather. He’ll snitch you out regardless.”

“But, he has lost a lot of blood. We can’t let him die, Loki…” You still kept on, worried the alcohol had truly made him lose all sense of judgement.

Again he just gave you the oddest look before outright laughing though. He shook the bird a little, making it squawk again, before continuing. “This rat and his brother are imbued with Odin’s magic. They cannot perish so easily as long as Odin still lives.”

Yet, that was still not comforting to you in the slightest. In what possible way could torturing a favored pet of the Allfather end positively for the two of you?

But Loki didn’t miss the way you still stared with disapproval, just rolling his eyes as you finally made it to the cabin. “Do you know how long we’ve dealt with these little pests? When Thor got his first slingshot as a boy, what do you think he practiced it on? When I learned my first spells, what did I test them on? There is nothing new to this…”

“That’s awful.” You grumbled, though watching as Loki did this odd movement with his shoulders, his magic shifting over him so that he was suddenly dry again.

As he walked inside, you had to shake the snow off yourself the old fashioned way. Your dress and hair still damp from that and the ocean combined as you followed him inside, leaning your spear against the wall before closing the door. “So you could do that the whole time,” You commented as to his drying trick, though not really surprised by anything else right now.

He smirked a little, knowing what you were thinking. With a wave of his hand a couple of the candles also lit. “Oh, I didn’t do it that night in the cave. You were supposed to take pity and ask me to take off some of my wet clothes…of course they ended up off anyway didn’t they?”

You crossed your arms, just frowning as he unceremoniously opened the chest on the floor next, tossing the injured Muninn into it before slamming it back closed.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning,” Loki threatened in response to the resulting angry squawk, giving the chest a light kick before the noise inside silenced.

When he turned to look at you again, he only offered a dark smile. Though still looking tired as he started to remove his clothes.

You tried to keep your disapproving look strong even as you realized he was using no magic at all, removing his vestments piece by piece as if to taunt you into further watching.

But looking away would have just goaded him too wouldn’t it? Letting him know the sight of his body still did things to you. You couldn’t win either way as all of his clothes finally laid piled on the floor, no neatness this time as he went lay nude in the bed.

You stood there a further moment, really not knowing what to do. He didn’t deserve to be rewarded right now in your mind. But were you just supposed to walk right back out the door? You didn’t have the willpower for that either, not anymore.

He watched you lazily too, waiting. His voice was quieter now though as he did speak again. “If I’d wanted to sleep alone…I would have just stayed in Asgard.”

Your shoulders lowered a little at the softer words, but you didn’t know how much you really believed him. You finally did approach the bed however, removing your wet dress, and not missing the way his eyes moved across your body before you climbed in under the blanket beside him.

But you could also tell he was in no condition for love making, even as you felt his hand encircle one of your wrists, himself then pulling your hand up so your fingers fell into his hair.

He gave you an imploring look, making his intention clear even if unexpected. It was so strange, but you complied, starting to rub your fingers through his hair and along his scalp gently.

The way he clearly relaxed into the touch reminded you so much of a placated animal truly. And he even closed his eyes as you just continued stroking, letting the black hair work repeatedly between your fingers.

To drunkenly cross the vast breadth of space just for this minor affection, also risking exposure by his Father’s informants, was it telling you that he really was so reckless after all? Or…was this becoming a real need for him?

Were you becoming a need in his life?

You felt him line up his body with yours, flesh to flesh as he got further comfortable.

“Thank you.” You heard him say at last. Surprising you enough that you could find nothing to say in return.

You just kept on with your soft touches though, comforting the troublesome prince all the way until he finally fell asleep in your arms.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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damn-stark · 4 years ago

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Lightning

Thor Odinson x Odinsdottir!reader, Loki Laufeyson x Odinsdottir!reader (platonic)

Summary: After the death of your brother Loki, and Frigga, things in Asgard change drastically, just like your father. Where he was once cold and distant before, now he’s caring and attentive. And you didn’t mind his change, in fact you loved that he had this new time for you, yet when you find out the truth behind his actions, how will you react?

Warning- Fluff, slight angst

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“This is stupid.” You groan as you kick the mirror back and fall back in your seat.

“What did that poor mirror do to you?”

At the sound of your fathers voice you throw your head up and turn to see him standing by your doorway. It was a surprise for sure, but you knew how to react by his sudden appearance.

You stand up and straighten out your shoulders, offering him a small smile. “Father.”

Said man walks into your room and picks up your mirror, standing beside it and keeping his attention on you. “What’s wrong?”

“I,” you blink, keeping your gaze on him for a brief second and silently questioning his behavior before sitting back down and refocusing on your appearance. “I can’t do my braid, it’s hard,” you sigh, feeling your smile fall, “without mother here I can’t seem to do it. I also don’t like when the handmaidens touch my hair, and Thor isn’t here to help, and Loki...is gone too. So I can’t do my braid.”

“I can help you.” Your father suddenly offers.

“Are you sure?” You ask unsurely, watching as he made his way behind you. “Aren’t you busy?”

“I can make some time,” he says as he begins to braid your hair, peeking your curiosity even more.

You don’t question it, you find it odd that he’s been so attentive lately, so involved with your days, but again, you don’t want to question it. You actually like receiving his attention. It was a good change.

“Father, do you know when Thor will be returning?”

Through his reflection from the mirror in front of you, you see him shrug and briefly lift his gaze to look at you before focusing back on your hair. “No, it seems after the dark elves attacked he hardly tells me anything. Why bored of me already?”

You narrow your gaze on his reflection, but you dont think to get too deep into what was going on. “No, it’s just I find myself bored most of the day after school, and well after mother and Loki died he always tried to make time to do something with me.”

“Do you miss Loki?”

“Yes,” you answer without hesitation.

“Even after all he did? All the terrible things he’s caused?”

You sigh and look down at your hands and create sparks of lightning between your fingers. “Loki was always nice to me, he never did the things to me that he did to, Thor. Plus, mother always said never to think of him badly,” you pause and close your fist, feeling your eyes sting with tears whilst going unaware of your “fathers” stunned pause after your comment. “So, yes I miss my brother.”

Your father clears his throat and goes back to finishing your braid in silence, patting your shoulder to signal you that he was done. When you stand up and lift your gaze to examine the braid, you gasp and feel those salty tears you withheld roll down your cheeks.

“What? Did it come out wrong?” Your father queries.

You reach for your braid and gently run your fingers down it, responding in an almost breathless manner. “It’s how Loki would braid my hair.” You turn around to face your father and you offer him a short, sweet smile. “Thank you, father.” You move to your desk and grab your things to go to class, stopping at your doorway and looking over your shoulder. “I’m going to go to class now, I’ll see you at dinner.”

Just as you turn to leave, he stops you. “Wait. Do you want to skip class today and do something else?”

“Uh,” you part your lips, spinning on your heels to face him still in your room. “But you always say learning is the fundamental of being a good princess.” You tilt your head and narrow your gaze on his face, searching it for any sign of trick.

“Well,” he shrugs as he slowly makes his way to you. “Learning magic is the fundamental of becoming a good princess too and then even better when you become queen.”

You scoff and manage an amused grin. “Queen?”

“Why yes, after I die who will rule Asgard?”

“Thor,” you respond.

Your father clasps his hands on his back and falls beside you, shaking his head as he’s quick to correct your answer. “What if I don’t want it to be, Thor? You my sweet si—daughter, will make a perfect fit to be queen, with your powers and knowledge. That’s why learning magic is beneficial.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and turns you around to walk off with you at his side. “What do you know about magic?”

“Not so much,” you shrug, “just a bit of what Loki and Frigga taught me.”

“Don’t you want to learn more?” Your father presses as he guides you out of the golden castle. “Just imagine with your powers and magic combined, you’d be powerful.”

Perhaps you should question his behavior deeper, really just think about what he was proposing—learning magic from your father?

But that part of you that felt your fathers negligence in the past loved the attention he was recently giving you. You desired to be loved by him like he loved Thor. So that’s why you didn’t want to question this strange new behavior.

You smile widely and finally come to an easy agreement. “Okay I want to learn more magic.”

“Good,” your father pats your shoulder, guiding you to the green gardens outside. “First let’s see your power, what’s your highest running record now?”

“Forty-five seconds.”

“Hmm,” your father hums as he parts away and stops you both in your tracks, stepping to the side to stand before you. “Have you tried incorporating your lightning when you run? It'd be like when you travel with your lightning from one place to another; it’s instantaneous and happens in a blink of an eye, right?”

“Right,” you nod whilst you place your books down. “How come I’ve never tried that before?”

“Try it,” your father insists.

With a newborn eagerness to impress your father before you, you summon lightning and do a quick outfit change, feeling a new surge of happiness within you at this moment. Albeit a small hint of doubt sparked in your brain. You began to stretch and didn’t fail to question what irked you. “Father, are you not busy? I just mean, lately all you’ve done is been with...me.”

Your father walks back to stay at a safe distance from you when you run, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging, “well is it a crime spending time with my only daughter.” He finishes with an almost nervous chuckle. “Anyways stop thinking too much about it and break that record so we can get to teaching you magic.”

You stand up straight and nod apprehensively, getting into a running stance and then looking at him one last time to see him point his head in the way you were going to run. That single gesture sets you off to super speed your way through your usual running coarse, but this time unlike the other using lightning like your father suggested and finding that it gave you an incredible boast. Even the way you saw your surroundings was different, before you would only see the same greenery, the great blue water and beautiful green lush forest; now you saw lightning, it was like traveling through the Bifrost.

And regarding your personal running record, it did wonders to it.

Once you returned to your previous spot you saw your father smiling at you for what seemed to be the first time in ages. “Good job, y/n. You got twenty-five seconds off your previous record!”

At first you’re confused on how to take his positive feedback, his appreciation that you just stare at him dumb-struck and in slight awe. It isn’t until much later do you find your right reaction; you beam at him and utter, “thank you, father.”

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“Oh, brother. This is it. I take my leave.”

“You fool, you didn’t listen!”

Tears fill your eyes and you wipe away the tears that had already rolled down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

“Lady Sif, get help!”

“Somebody help!”

Yeah, you didn’t really agree with that slight part, Lady Sif was a spectacular warrior and deserved more than that part in the play. But nonetheless it was just play.

“I’m sorry for all I’ve done.”

“Shh. It’s all right. Hold on.”

“I’m sorry I tried to rule earth.”

“They’d be lucky to have you.”

“I’m sorry about that thing with the Tesseract. I just couldn’t help myself. I'm a trickster.”

“Yes. So mischievous.”

“I’m sorry about that time I turned you into a frog.”

You yawn and lean back in your seat, grabbing a piece of fruit and throwing it in your mouth as you continue to watch the play, crying one last time when fake Thor cries out, after that you grew bored and watched as the play ended. Once it was you jumped to your feet to attempt to leave, but then at your side you saw the real Thor.

When he noticed that you saw him, he smiled and waved and you followed by speeding towards him, instantly getting welcomed by a hug. “Hello, sister.”

“Thor! You’re finally back!” You beamed up at him.

“Yes, for a more permanent stay this time.” He informed you as you parted away, drifting his gaze to your father now. “Father.”

“Uh, my son, Thor, has returned!” Your father announced, “greetings my boy.”

The crowd around clapped and Thor seemed to be unamused by this whole ordeal. “This is an interesting play, what's it called?”

“The tragedy of Loki of Asgard. The people wanted to commemorate him.”

That’s very doubtful, considering what he did.

“Ah, indeed they should. I like the statue. A lot better looking then he was when he was alive, though. A little less weaselly, less greasy, maybe.” Thor continued making your father laugh nervously and made you just look at him amused and confused. “Do you know what this is?” Thor asked as he lifted the huge Skull in his hand.

“The skull of Surtur. That’s a formidable weapon!”

Thor proceeds to hand the skull to a guard, “do me a favor. Lock this away in a vault so it doesn’t turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet.” Thor walks forward and gestures you to follow him.

“Thank you, dear. Um, so it’s back to Midgard for you, is it?” Your father questioned Thor, gaining your full unwavered attention even if he had answered that to you already.

“Nope.” Thor answered as he threw his hammer up and then caught it with ease. “You know I’ve been having this reoccurring dream lately. Every night, I see Asgard fall into ruins.”

“That’s just a silly dream,” your father turned Thor down, “signs of an overactive imagination.”

“Possibly.” Thor quipped, “but then I decided to go out there and investigate. And what do I find, but the nine Realms completely in chaos.” Thor repeats his previous action with his hammer and gets closer to your father. “Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise all while you, Odin, the protector of those Nine Realms are sitting here in your bathrobe, eating grapes.”

When you look at your father you notice that he appears quite nervous, it was strange, very strange, but considersing that Thor wasn’t amused and appeared threatening, you stayed silent.

“Yes, it is best to respect our neighbors’ freedom.”

“Yes, of course the freedom to be massacred.” Thor throws his hammer forward, frightening the crowd and puzzling you even more.

“Yes,” your father tries to excuse himself and his negligence, “besides I’ve been rather busy myself.”

“Watching theater.” Thor remarks.

“Well, raising a teenage daughter, board meetings and security council meetings.”

“You’re really going to make me do it?” Thor quips, receiving just a simple question from your father before Thor throws his hammer far and walks behind your father, to threaten him. “You know nothing will stop Mjolnir, as it returns to my hand. Not even your face.”

“Thor!” You call frighteningly, receiving a quick smug answer.

“Watch this, sister.”

“You’ve gone quite mad. Y/N, stop him. You’ll be executed for this.”

“Then I’ll see you on the other side, brother.”

Your eyes widen and you freeze in your spot, keeping your gaze stuck on the pair beside you and gasping as your father transforms into Loki.

“But,” you try to question through your confusion, “but…” you pause and Loki turns to you, trying to approach you as you stay frozen and in disbelief with tears filling your eyes. “You...lied.”

“Y/N, I can explain.”

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scribeofmorpheus · 4 years ago

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Himmeløyne [28/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

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Warnings: SMUT WARNING (but like, tasteful smut)

A/N: Finally, an update! Sorry for the wait guys, truly, I honestly thought I would have finished this series before the Loki series premiered but I've been struggling with some personal, life-gives-you-lemons shit, and I was burned out--Bad! Anyway, hope you enjoy this little chapter. ♥

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~Y/N

The great hall was filled with boisterous laughter—not prideful, but proud all the same, enamoured with the world in the moment. Clutter of wine goblets after every toast was like music. Fandral had occasionally burst out in song between each meal served, acting like the bard he was. Thor listened intently as Volstagg recounted the last couple of days while Hogun nursed his drink in silence, content.

“I think your dear prince is in need of saving,” Sif leaned closer to you, nudging her chin towards a far corner of the room. You blushed when she called him yours.

Loki was getting an earful from Heimdall. His ears were the faintest bit red—flustered, or perhaps embarrassed—yet, if one didn’t know what tells to look for, his discomfort would be impossible to deduce from simple conversation.

You watched the two of them converse in hushed tones. Loki caught your glance and gave a wink as reassurance.

“Oh, I think he can handle himself,” you said to Sif. Then you saw Loki rub the back of his neck, an awkward laugh leaving his lips. Whatever Loki said had given Heimdall reason for pause. They both stood there, quiet, unsure of what to say, shifting from one leg to the other. “Or not.”

“They look like they’re being tortured, poor sods.” Sif took a sip of her wine, smiling into the brim. “Go. Save them. Again.”

You excused yourself from the table and walked over to the two men. You carried an extra wine goblet as a peace offering.

“Enjoying the festivities?” you handed Heimdall the goblet. Thankful, he swirled the wine around so he’d have something to do.

“Immensely,” Loki said a little too enthusiastically. His toothy smile was forced, out of place. The awkward silence set in again.

“Oh, since the two of you are getting along so well, I’ll head back to the table. Volstagg is on his second boar, and Sif and I placed a bet to see if he’d finish it whole. My money is on half. Sif bet on a third.” You took a step back and both men protested. You had to resist the urge to laugh. Two gods, both immensely power, were terrified of awkward silences.

Heimdall cleared his throat as if he were about to say something. Loki reached for your elbow. “Please, stay,” he whispered.

You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling too wide. His look was pleading, desperate and you found it adorable. You nodded discretely, shooting him a wink of your own. Loki let out a sigh of relief in secret, keeping one step behind you, as if you were his shield. It was subtle, but every time there was a sudden noise, he’d flinch. You reached for his hand. His hand warmed to your touch, so did his disposition

The room was lively, a stark contrast to how tense and unwelcoming the palace had been a few hours ago.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” you said, toying with your wine close to your lips. “A day ago, this would have all seemed impossible.”

“A day ago I was being hunted by a figment of my mind. Strange is putting it mildly.” Loki’s hand squeezed yours as if he was trying to see if you were real. If everything around him was real. He emptied his goblet in a single swig. “Refill?” Loki took your goblet despite it being half-full and made his way towards the wine casks stacked against the wall.

“Get old enough, and little surprises you anymore,” Heimdall said, eyeing yours and Loki’s handfasting tattoos. “That, however, did. Is it what you wanted?”

You searched your father’s face. There was concern present in his eyes, but his voice was soft. You looked down at your hand and then at Loki, and couldn’t help but smile. A fluttering filled your stomach. It had been a while since you’d been hopeful.

“It didn’t happen how I imagined it would, but, yes, this is what I want.”

Heimdall nodded, “That’s all I needed to know.”

“Really? That’s it?”

He smiled, “We’ve spent most of our time together fighting. Fighting the past, a king, magic. The last thing I want to do is be at odds with you. And, despite my reservations, if Loki makes you happy then I won’t stand in your way.”

“From where I was sitting, it looked like he needed some rescuing. What did you say to him?” You watched Loki make his way back.

“Oh, that’s one secret I’m going to keep to myself.” With a smile, Heimdall kissed your forehead, ready to retire for the night. “Though, I can’t say that making him squirm didn’t amuse me. Now, I think it’s time I turn in for the night.”

“Goodnight, Father,” you said.

He froze, momentarily, getting used to his new role, to the familiarity you were both beginning to find in your new relationship. Then, warmly, he said his goodbyes. His large frame disappeared into the bulk of the crowd and out the large doors.

Loki, more comfortable now that it was just the two of you, placed his hand on the small of your bank. His thumb brushed against the silky material there, his cheeks flush from the wine.

“Still in one piece?” you teased as he handed you your wine goblet.

“Barely,” Loki sighed in relief, shoulders slumping.

You set your goblet on a nearby table so you could run your fingers through his hair. “What did he say?”

He took you in his arms, fingers laced around the small of our back. “What any father would. That I should do my best to make you happy. And if I don’t, he’ll make sure I regret it. And I was very much inclined to believe him.”

Loki searched the room for someone, his eyes serious with thought.

“What is it?” you asked, selfishly wanting all of his attention to be on you.

He practically mumbled his next words, “I don’t see Baldrick anywhere.”

“Ah,” you smirked. “Your mother mentioned something about bribing him with sweets in exchange for a smile. I think she took him to the kitchen.”

Loki’s brow furrowed, but his smirk let you know it wasn’t agitation, it was reverie, the pleasant kind.

You cupped his cheeks to draw his gaze back down towards you, “Is something the matter?”

“N—No, everything’s fine. It’s just…there’s something about him. It’s like…” he shook his head, wisps of hair tickling his jaw. “I don’t quite know how to describe it.”

But you did, “Like you know him from somewhere.”

Loki nodded, that inquisitive look returning slowly. “Yes. Almost.”

A loud rumble, followed by some deafening laughter broke through the hall’s music. Loki flinched again, this time it was harder for him to hide his reaction. You walked towards the large doors, pulling him in tow. He didn’t protest, and from the look on his face, you could tell he was happier away from loud noises.

When the two of you were alone, strolling the hallways, hand in hand, you continued: “We’ve all felt it. It’s like we’re connected. But I don’t know-how, and he won’t tell me.”

“How did you find him?”

“That is a very long, very complicated story.”

Loki looked at the winding hallways, admiring the large columns and amber lighting. “It’s a nice night for a walk. We can take the scenic route.”

As you and Loki walked at a leisurely pace, stopping now and again to take in the sights. And once you started talking, it became easier and easier to keep going. Loki was silent, but you didn’t need him to say anything, you just needed someone to listen. It felt good, like a weight was being lifted, brick by brick. Before you knew it, you were stopped by a door, deep in the palace. It was your bedroom door. The two of you stood there, lost for words, and you could swear the air turned hot and thick. Instantly, you thought of the night by the balcony where you’d shared your first kiss. Suddenly, you felt the urge to close the distance between the two of you. You opened your mouth to say something, but Loki cut you off, his focus drawn to your intertwined hands.

“I wanted to thank you,” he said.

“For what?” you took a step towards him.

“Everything,” he looked you in the eye, squeezing your hand. “For being you. For… for being by my side when I needed you.”

You leaned close, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. At the contact, you felt a sliver of something electric, full of desire and a calmer sensation, close to contentment. Your stomach knotted, and you felt that familiar pull of your magic reaching out for his, anticipating that flutter to fill your stomach. You lingered in the kiss, waiting for his magic to touch yours, but the wait wasn’t ending so you broke away first, half confused, half disappointed. “Well, get used to it. Because it looks like you’re stuck with me.” You raised your intertwined hands to show off your linked tattoos.

The corner of his mouth twitched, that bashful smirk of his threatened to return. He kissed your forehead before taking a step back. “You should go in, rest. It’s been quite the eventful day.”

You couldn’t shake the thought that he was pulling away from you. As he motioned to turn around, you reached for him and said, “Stay with me.”

He tensed, mouth opening with no words behind them.

“I don't want to be alone tonight,” you said. “And, I think, you don’t either.”

“No. I don’t,” he admitted.

“Then why are you shutting me out?”

“Shutting you out?” he said the words as if they were an absurdity, then he laughed. “I could never dream of shutting you out.”

“I can feel this…distance between us, and I—”

A fevered rush filled your belly, the sensation you’d been yearning for and instantly, in a grand, sweeping motion, Loki cradled your face and kissed you. You could feel what he was feeling, and you knew it went both ways. You moaned into the touch and his reaction was equally carnal. His body pressed yours against the door and you could practically taste his desire, his lust. It was sweet and bitter all at once. Powerful. Glorious.

Your body reciprocated to his touch, tangling itself against him, one leg hooked over his hip. He held you steady, pressing the hardness of himself deeper. His tongue tasted of wine and you savoured it. A deep, pleasant rumble left his chest as he angled his mouth so he could further explore your own. Soon you were sharing more than emotions and phantom sensation, you were sharing thoughts, memories, fantasies. First was the memory of your first kiss on the balcony. It was tangled together with fantasy, of you beneath green, velvet sheets, moaning Loki’s name as he entered you. Then your own dreams melded in, the one of the snake and the cave. The rushing images were so potent that you could have sworn the fantasy actually happened.

Loki’s next moan was practically primal. You whimpered when you felt him harden against your lifted thigh. Your body started to ache, desperately. Loki held your tattooed hand against the door, fingers straining from the tightened grip. When the kiss ended, you both backed away, your lungs were so starved of air that you had to place your hand on your chest just to make sure you were still breathing.

“Your eyes are glowing,” he shocked out between breaths.

You placed your palm on your belly and squeezed, stifling a moan as you shut your eyes for a moment. “That was…” you swallowed, dazed by everything that was happening inside your body. “It’s never been this powerful before. This vivid. I can still feel you, feel us.”

“I hope that answers your question then.” Loki cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t shutting you out, Y/N. I wanted to do this right. Everything between us has happened so fast, too fast. But we have time now. Time enough to take things slow, to do this right.”

“Time has done nothing but keep us apart,” you licked your lips, still able to taste him. You shook your head, determined to take the next step. “I don’t want to do this right. I just want you. Besides, you can’t plead modesty now that I’m your betrothed.”

Loki stilled, a spark of mischief to him as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Betrothed? Till today, I never knew how beautiful a word it is.”

You opened your door and tugged at his sleeve, “Stay with me.”

Loki crossed the threshold, one hand undoing the buttons of his coat. He had given you his answer.

~Loki

He had wanted to do things right, not to rush headfirst into a storm of lust and longing. But as soon as his foot was through the door, as soon as he saw that her bed looked warm and inviting, he was a slave to his desire. He had wanted this for so long, even before he met her, he just never knew how to put his feeling to words. He wanted companionship, someone to make him feel like he belonged. And in the chaos of them having known each other, Y/N had given him the one thing he’d been too proud to ask for: a home.

Loki loomed over her, enthralled with the way her heavy-lidded witch eyes were near-closed in anticipation of another kiss. He obliged, eagerly. His fingers deftly worked her corset out of its laces.

“I have wanted this for so long,” he said, fingers brushing against the soft skin of her belly as her gown fell to the floor. He rushed to lift her off the ground and bury his lips at the crook of her neck.

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, locking her ankles around his back. Her own fingers worked on his shirt. Every brush of her fingers against his chest made him shudder, his mind growing blank. He indulged himself in the taste of her skin, loving the way her body felt soft and right in his grip, rubbed flush against him.

“And, I, yours,” he devoted himself to her, with so few words. And then he pressed her into the mattress, felt the firmness of it give in to the weight of them.

Her room was dark, and with a single thought, his magic ignited the candles scattered in the room. It was an instant blaze. White, hot. For a brief second, he thought he’d set them both on fire, but it wasn’t literal, it was the intensity of their passion. He was drowning in her, and her in him.

The candlelight washed over her, making her look ethereal, imagined. Too beautiful with her plump lips, witching eyes and unfurled hair as wild as the forest. He loved how perfect she looked. He loved her. And by all the nine realms, he’d make sure she knew that with each kiss, each whispered, sweet reverence.

Her head was filled with mist, hot, sticky and in a haze. He could feel her spinning under her eyelids. He could feel what he was doing to her nerves, setting them alight, flooding them with pleasure. It wasn’t enough, he wanted to give her more.

His thumb found the mound of her breast. With such simple contact, they grew hard and tight, just like his cock. She let out a soft cry, back arching so they could stay connected. He brought his mouth to her swelling breasts, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She tangled her hands in his hair, and Loki imagined her doing so when he was buried between her thighs, tasting her, enjoying the power of her surrender.

“Let go,” he said, feeling her fight the tension building insider her. Their magic was completely linked, overpowering, and he knew she was afraid of how all-consuming their bond had become. In truth, he was too. It was a brilliant mix of hedonism and devotion. “Lose yourself to me, like I have to you.”

He pressed her hands flat on the bed as he brought his lips back to hers. She trembled beneath him, not bothered to bite back every moan. Something glorious was brewing in her belly, he trailed a kiss from her lips to the scar on her chest to her navel, admiring how their magic chose specific places to bloom. For her, it was her belly. For him, his chest. Then, gloriously, she came undone, gasping as her eyes blurred over, pupils dilated and dark. He nearly followed after her, gripping the sheets to stay grounded, present. He took a moment to steel himself as she began to remember the world around her. Yet, a part of her was still shrouded, hidden from him. A dark spot in a sea of light. Despite that, Loki had more to give her, and he was glad she wasn’t done either.

He rolled off the bed and discarded the last of his clothes. Y/N reached up for him, eyes just shy of open as she called out to him. He stirred at the sound of his name from her lips, husky.

“Say it again,” he pleaded, spreading her legs wider as he kneeled between them.

“Loki,” she barely managed to finish before her breath hitched.

His tongue was at her core, inside her. He had to keep his left hand balled tightly to keep from touching himself, from alleviating how desperately his body wanted to be joined with her. She rocked against his tongue, fingers knotting in his hair just like he’d imagined earlier. He let out a deep noise that was barely man.

She gasped, head rolling back as she struggled to keep centred, “That feels—”

Loki knew how it felt, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to fight the pleasure of this rush if he brought it on. Slowly, regretfully, he got off his knees and laid over her again. With what strength she had left, he rolled him onto his back and he let her, finding a new shock of delight at her dominance.

The pressure was immense for him now, as she straddled him, slick and ready.

“Are you sure?” he asked with the last shred of his willpower.

She sucked on her lower lip in, responding by wrapping her fingers around his cock, gasping as she guided him into her. Loki’s mind flashed bright with lightning, and he almost rushed to his release a second time. When they were connected, completely, he let her set the pace, bracing her body by the hips, using his strength to keep her shaking legs steady. From there, everything became frenzied. They found a rhythm, and Loki smiled every time she cried out his name. He enjoyed their endlessness. They were both eager, excited to tumble off the cliff together, joined, as one.

“I love you,” he said faintly as he filled her.

Then everything went brilliant. His head whipped to the side, climax sparking in his peripheral like stars. She shuddered, bracing his shoulders like a lifeline. He watched her climax again, swearing to remember this moment forever. Always.

“I love you more,” she whispered back.

Sometime in the night, Loki heard Y/N stir and get out of bed. He spread out over the bed, body seeking her heat. His body and mind were both spent, too spent to even open his eyes. Time moved both fast and slow, and, eventually, he sensed her return to him, curled under his arm, and he felt complete again.

To be continued...

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lokis-little-kitten · 6 years ago

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One-Shot Sunday 4#

Title: Bunny Writer: Lokis-Little-Kitten Pairing: Lady!LokixOC Wordcount: 2.2K Rating: High Warning: Oral sex, FxF, dom-sub, lesbian relationship, bet Summary: Edie is a young maiden in the palace when Loki and Thor find out she is a virgin. They make a bet who can bed her first. When Loki encounters her it turns out Edie is gay and Loki knows the perfect way to win the bet.

AN: Anyone for a part 2? ‘Cause I’d love to write it!

Edie walks into the kitchen and grabs her food. All the maidens that eat in this hour are already seated at the large wooden table. Edie quickly joins them and smiles. ‘’Hey there,’’ Aaron smiles at her. ‘’Hey, how was your day,’’ Edie replies grabbing some bread and dousing it in her soup.

‘’Fine, how was yours?’’ Edie nods quickly after taking her first bite. ‘’It was fine as usual. What were you talking about before I so rudely interrupted you?’’ Loni chuckles a bit and looks at the other as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red.

‘’Our first time,’’ she then smirks. Edie her eyes widen and she quickly looks at her soup again. Edie was youngest by five years unwed. She only came of age last year after all. She only got the job her because the queen took pity in her since both her parents died half a year ago.

‘’Now that we’re on the topic anyway, what about you. Who, what, when, how?’’ Edie shakes her head. ‘’I ehm. Nope. I never actually-’’ ‘’You haven’t,’’ Vester the youngest maiden after Edie asks. ‘’I only came of age last summer,’’ Edie quickly defends.

In reality, there was a very different reason for Edie not having a lover yet. She wasn’t overly keen on sharing this, however, since it wasn’t the most accepted. She never had a particular interest in men, just in general. Many women had caught her eye in the meantime though but she would never admit such a thing.

‘’Never did I expect that, you’re such a pretty girl,’’ Aaron speaks rather surprised. ‘Well, no one caught my eye when I did come of age and when my parents passed…’’ Aaron nods a little. ‘’Oh well.’’ The conversation quickly moves on to Edie her relieve.

The rumour about her still being a virgin did spread quickly, however. Soon even the royal princes knew about it. This struck their interest, especially Thor and Loki’s.

‘’What does it matter? She’s a virgin what are you going to do about it,’’ Sif sighs when the brother starts again. ‘’Well, we did come up with a fun bet,’’ Loki grins. Sif frowns deeply while Fandral leans forward.

‘’Whoever beds her first wins,’’ Thor explains with a grin. ‘’And are we allowed to play along,’’ Fandral grins with a smug look on his face. ‘’No, it is between Thor and I since we would have an… unfair advantage with us being royals.’’ Fandral rolls his eyes.

‘’You’re just scared you’re going to lose from me,’’ he chuckles with a slight growl. Little did he know he had more chance of losing to Sif than to one of the brothers. ‘’It was Thor his idea,’’ Loki snarls back.

‘’Besides,’’ he then continues, ‘’we wouldn’t want five people ganging up on her every day.’’ Fandral just sits back and rolls his eyes once more. ‘’Also, we are not allowed to blackmail or rape her obviously!’’

The next day Thor decided to make his move confident that the small maiden would love to lose her virginity to someone with the status as himself. However when he invited her in she quickly but politely declined and ran off.

He tried again in the afternoon cornering her but she now straight up told him she was absolutely not interested. She ducked under his arm and escaped once again to leave an annoyed Thor behind.

When he turns around and turns the corner he finds a smirking Loki leaned against the wall. ‘’No luck yet, brother,’’ he grins almost cat-like. ‘’Shut up Loki.’’ Thor thunders away and soon the air is filled with rain and lightning.

Loki takes a day to leave Edie to herself so she can calm down from Thor his advances that caused a few days of rain. So he eventually asks for her to come and clean his room. Usually, the Royals are out when the girls go in to clean but this time when Edie comes in Loki is sat at his desk staring at the door.

‘’Oh, I can come back my prince,’’ Edie whispers when she walks in. ‘’No, I arranged it that I can be here. Don’t be bothered by my presence.’’ ‘’Yes, my prince.’’ Edie quickly starts her chores. When she is cleaning his desk Loki goes aside for her.

‘’There have been quite some rumours about you for such a little maiden,’’ Loki suddenly speaks which slightly scares her. ‘’There are,’’ she asks as she cleans the desk with a special bee wax cloth.

‘’Why yes.’’ Edie turns around to suddenly be face to face with Loki’s chest. He puts his hands on the desk to corner her with a slight smirk. ‘’Oh,’’ is all Edie manages.

‘’Do you know the rumours?’’ Edie just shakes her head as she can’t manage to make a sound. ‘’That you’re still a virgin. I could… liberate you from those rumours. Prove them false.’’ He leans in even closer to her touching her nose with his.

‘’I thank you for your gracious offer but I will have to decline.’’ Loki’s smirk fades but he doesn’t let her go. ‘’Why, am I not good enough for you. Nor is Thor, then who is?’’ Edie swallows and looks at the ground.

‘’It isn’t you, it’s me,’’ she declines again. ‘’Look at me when I speak.’’ Quickly Edie looks up at him again. ‘’Weak excuse. Tell me the truth,’’ Loki spits out besides not sensing a lie, still, he doesn’t sense the truth either.

‘’Truly it isn’t you, it really is me,’’ Edie tries again with a pleading look on her face. Loki doesn’t seem to grasp it exactly. ‘’I’m just not attracted to you,’’ she then carefully speaks scared of the reaction. ‘’Why not,’’ he growls.

‘’Well, it’s… You’re a man…’’ It then finally clicks for Loki. ‘’Oh, so you play for the other team then? How interesting.’’ Loki smirks widely which makes Edie wonder what he has in play for her now.

Suddenly a green glimmer surrounds Loki and seems to swallow him up. Only when it washes away once more Loki reappears but he’s not a man anymore. He had turned himself in a woman, a rather pretty one.

‘’Is this to your liking,’’ she asks with a silky voice that rolls down her perfectly slim lips. ‘’I… You’re… You… How?’’ Edie can’t find the words to describe what she is feeling now. ‘’Not what I asked,’’ Loki purrs, ‘’does this form please you?’’

Quickly Edie nods her head while scanning Loki’s new appears. Still tall and lean but now two medium sized breast and curvy hips have added themselves. A silky green dress is still hiding most of her curves for now.

‘’I want to hear you.’’ ‘’Yes, you’re beautiful,’’ Edie finally admits then. ‘’How nice of you to tell me such but from now on I want you to call me Mistress.’’ Edie nods once more and swallows. ‘’Yes… Mistress.’’

Then Loki presses her lips firmly on the young girls as to nearly swallowing her up. Edie couldn’t do anything but take what Loki gives her. Her hands grab de desk behind her to keep her up while he knees start to tremble from the contact she so longed for.

Loki grabs her waist and pulls her even closer. Edie feels like she is choking on Loki’s scent and being. She whines into Loki’s mouth as she grabs his shoulders in another weak attempt to stay upright. This gives Loki the chance to grab Edie’s ass and squeeze to earn another pained whine.

‘’M… Mistress pl-please,’’ Edie begs with a strained voice which makes Loki’s heart hurt. It sounds like she might cry if Loki doesn’t take action soon. ‘’Get to the bedroom and strip,’’ Loki breaths into the kiss and rips herself away from the girl. Edie whines but does as Loki says.

She runs off quickly to follow order. Something rises in Loki when she hears the patting of feet towards her room while she goes handle some business. ‘’What am I starting,’’ she mumbles while staring in the direction Edie disappeared to.

When Edie arrives she starts to take off her dress with shaking fingers. Her head is too foggy to much to think about the fact that she is about to strip naked in the Princess’ bedroom. All of this is just so incredible but amazing.

When her dress is to the floor she is left in just her knickers and stocking. Loki walks in when she hooks her thumbs under the band of her first stocking Loki smiles at how innocent she is. Edie had quickly turned around with wide eyes and slight fear on her face.

‘’Don’t let me stop you, I want all of it off,’’ Loki purrs which spurs the young girl. When she is finally naked she just stands there awkwardly. She wants to cover herself up but a look from Loki quickly stops that nonsense.

‘’Such a pretty girl,’’ Loki smiles and walks up to Edie who is trembling even worse now. ‘’I can’t wait to have you at my mercy.’’ Loki takes her hand and gently leads her to the bed. ‘’Lay down, little one, feet apart and legs spread. Show me all of you.’’

Edie swallows thickly and her head starts to spin even more so than it did before. Her knees tremble terribly but she does manage to get to the bed and do as Loki asked from her. She shows her clean shaven, glistening cunt to the Princess who can’t believe what she is seeing.

So pretty and deliciously looking. Loki can barely believe how much the girl manages to spark inside of her. ‘’Oh my… Such a pretty you are for me.’’ Loki moves in close again with a grin. Edie is rather flushed all over her body and her hands are already grabbing the sheets in desperation to be touched.

Loki lays her hands on Edie’s knees as she bents over between her legs to kiss between her breast. Edie whines once more that makes Loki believe the poor girl might cry before the end of this, something she longs to achieve.

Quickly she kisses down to that lovely spot between Edie’s legs. ‘’You smell so good, pet, how do you taste,’’ Loki coos her breath touching Edie’s glistening cunt. ‘’T-taste?’’ Loki chuckles a bit at her innocence. ‘’Shall we find out?’’ Before Edie can even answer Loki already dives in, to first kiss Edie’s clit but then starts to lick.

Edie let’s out a whine with trembling lip as a sensation she never felt surges through her body. Loki smiles and then just starts to suck on Edie’s clit having the girl twist and shudder in pleasure. ‘’Mistress,’’ Edie moans out in high whines, ‘’Mistress, thank you. Thank you. Thank,’’ Those two words keep rolling from her lips as a prayer to hurt Loki’s heart.

Her poor little girl had been starved from touches for so terribly long and now she is thanking her Mistress like she just gave her the gift of life. Her twisting goes as far as that Loki has to wrap her arms around the girl's thighs to keep her close.

Within minutes Edie orgasms and soon a second one follows. Cries and moans leave the girls mouth and then after the second orgasm, Loki can hear her cry. She looks up to find her little girl’s face full of tears and her lip trembling.

‘’My dear pet, what are you crying over,’’ Loki asks and crawls over Edie to kiss her forehead. The young maiden reaches out for Loki longing for a simple touch. ‘’I don’t know… I need you. Thank you.’’ Loki kisses Edie once more since she is in such clear desperation for it.

Edie wraps her arms and legs around Loki as she cries in the kiss. The kiss is loving but desperate. Teeth clash together as tongue play with one another in a fight for dominance that is easily won by Loki.

‘’My pretty girl,’’ Loki whispers when she pulls away and wipes away some tears. ‘’You’re okay. You’re not alone nor do you need to hide around me.’’ Edie her lip still trembles as if she wants to start crying again.

‘’You will have to change back again, soon.’’ Lok rolls off of Edie but invites her onto her lap, a position Edie shyly takes. Loki pulls her even closer and kisses her neck. ‘’I’m royal bunny, no one can tell me what to do. If I chose to stay in this form for forever no one will be able to change that. Don’t worry pet.’’

Loki hushes her pet and coos her asleep with kind words and a slight rocking motion. She also throws a blanket over the younger girl to keep her warm.

Then a knock echoes to her room making Loki smile cockily. ‘’Why yes?’’ Loki looks at the door as Thor walks in. When he sees the two women, of one naked, he frowns deeply.

‘’What is the meaning behind this? What have you done, this was not in our agreement.’’ Loki just looks down and smiles. ‘’Let’s call it even brother since I had an unfair advantage after all. Our little maiden turns out to be gay, but hush since she is quite shy.’’

Thor just turns around and thunders away a storm beginning not long after. Loki would have to explain to her mother what caused the sudden rain but she didn’t worry about that yet, just her little Edie.

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skylights422 · 6 years ago

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Thor 1 Rewatch Commentary

Having recently seen Avengers: Endgame, I was feeling the need to reminisce and revisit the beginning of my mcu obsession, which started and was most prominent with the first Thor film. The thing that stood out to me most during this rewatch was something I’ve always been fairly aware of, and that is the frankly excess ambiguity surrounding many of the character and world building elements of the film, most notably everything around Asgard and Loki’s character arc, so that will be the focus of this review. Before I dig into it though, I want to briefly go over my other reactions to seeing the film again:

- I forgot how fun Jane and co. were. They were all plenty likable, their actions made sense, Jane was a real go-getter and Darcy and Selvig both filled their roll well, and Jane’s scenes with Thor were actually pretty nice! Sure the pacing and generally confused focus of the film meant that their plot and development sometimes felt a little... jarring or slow? But that is more of an issue with the film’s structure in general and not so much an issue of how the characters were used/portrayed.

- THE MUSIC WAS SO EMOTIONAL AND GOOD OMG. It really made the atmosphere strong, and added a distinct kind of feeling to a lot of the scenes that seemed more...emotionally charged than the stuff that came later? At least from memory, I still need to rewatch the other stuff they’ve been in.

- My goodness have I ever missed how Thor was written in this film, I forgot how much I loved the more old-fashioned speech style that was kind of dropped Ragnarok onwards, and how much I enjoyed Thor as the well-meaning but arrogant prince who learned like, so much in a very short amount of time (maybe too much for 3 days lol but in fairness they were some fairly extreme days from Thor’s perspective and it can be read as being evidence of how much inherent goodness Thor actually had as well how spoiled he must have been for a few days of normal expectations and consequences to bring out such a difference)

- I missed Sif and the Warriors 3 being characters that were like! Acknowledged!

- I already knew this but this film really is more focused on character drama than action, but like it’s all scrunched up and/or alluded to character drama a lot of the time due to the short run time and aforementioned ambiguity so it really gives a kind of weird tone/feel to the film where a lot of the time you’re kind of just like, “huh????”. Or at least that’s how it was for me.

Okay! General thoughts out of the way, now on to the analysis, which I will put under a read more because the general thoughts got longer than I expected.

Alright. So from the beginning, a few basic things are made known. Jotunheim exists, Jotunheim once invaded Earth for Reasons Not Given, and Asgard exists as a realm that observes/protects the other realms (or at least Midgard) from the Jotuns/other threats but really the jotuns because at this point they are the only threat discussed as being a Thing. Then we obviously see Thor and Loki as kids; they themselves don’t really interact with each other in the scene, but they interact with Odin and a few generalizations can be made. Thor was more confident and aggressive/assertive while Loki was more nervous/insecure and more observant (he asks for more info about the Jotuns, Thor makes a quick decision about what to do about the Jotuns).

So far so good as far as intros go - but then things first start to dabble in ambiguity, both from a ‘first time watching’ perspective and ‘in hindsight’ perspective. First off, the first time viewing perspective: Odin says Thor and Loki were ‘both born to be kings’; is this...metaphorical, and supposed to be comforting to Loki as the second born that he can be a king in spirit? Is it supposed to be a world-building element to show Asgardian monarchies have their children compete for the throne instead of automatically assigning it to the first born? It’s unclear, but which it is definitely influences how you perceive the later parts of the film (did Loki have a real chance at the throne in theory but Thor was still always talked about in a ‘when he is king’ way, making the supposed favoritism seem more blatant? Or did he know from the get go he wasn’t meant for the throne due to tradition and only really ever competed for Odin’s approval, which leaves more room for the favoritism to be more perceived/due to miscommunication)

Now the ‘in hindsight’ part of the scene that is kind of ‘???’. First off, Odin nowhere corrects Thor on the Jotuns being monsters (he wouldn’t have had to get angry or anything, it would have been easy to fit in a correction with his general ‘don’t seek war’ message), which when you first watch it is like ‘okay these are the Generic Bad Guys of the film so we aren’t supposed to feel anything for them, suspension of disbelief sure they’re evil ice monsters got it’ but when you know that Loki is a Jotun and that his trying to kill the Jotuns is supposed to be the big thing Thor stops him from doing at the end of the film it just seems weird.

On the character building front it doesn’t make Odin look great and shows that Loki didn’t get his later anti-jotun sentiment from thin air I guess, but from the narrative perspective why the heck would you introduce a group of people as ‘evil cuz evil’, have one of the main characters learn he was born one, and then have said main character’s primary villainous act be getting rid of the ‘evil cuz evil’ group of people without doing anything in the film at any point to humanize the supposedly evil group or prove to the viewers that Odin and Asgard was actually wrong in their view of them. Like, it is a no-brainer that genocide is an atrocity, full stop, but despite that being Loki’s worst crime in the film objectively it’s the one that evokes the least amount of feeling and the one that almost no one in the film gets mad at him about or betrays him for. Thor tries to stop it in the end, but this like a Fresh Hot Take for him and apparently the rest of Asgard too, because when Thor was banished it wasn’t for killing dozens of Jotuns for no reason, it was for bringing war to Asgard - because then Asgardians would suffer. Only that’s not really addressed and no one in Asgard is ever called out for thinking of the Jotuns as monsters, and when 80% of the good-guys are on board something and nothing contradicts them, it’s kind of hard to get mad at the villain for doing the same thing even if you know by all means you should. (Also another reason the film needed to be longer, we see Thor learn humility and it is done very well, but there’s no real conversation about seeing other species as lesser unless we assume it was covered with the blanket statement of ‘I had everything backwards’)

The next point of ambiguity I want to bring up in keeping with a loose chronology of the film is ‘Loki in part 1 of the film, also, Sif and the W3′. The first real scene we see adult Loki speaking is when he talks to Thor after the coronation is ruined - before that he just observes all of Thor’s conversations with Odin. Here it is pretty much impossible to say with any Real Certainty if Loki was trying to edge Thor on into making an extra stupid decision or if he was just trying to be placating and actually get things to calm down afterwards, because there’s loose evidence to support both interpretations. On one hand, we do eventually find out Loki let the Jotuns in in the first place, so it isn’t far-fetched to assume this was part 2 of Proving Thor Needs To Not Be King Right Now. But on the other hand, at this point Loki had already basically achieved his goal - the coronation was postponed, and Odin told off Thor for poor ruling decisions which kind implied Odin was reconsidering the idea of crowning him so soon - and we know Loki wants to be validated by his family so it also makes sense to assume he was trying to just stay on Thor’s good side (this is, admittedly, a more likely assumption to make with the extended version of the scene where Loki much more obviously reacts to being included by Thor and then stands to voice his support of him, but it can still be drawn from the scene as is in the film as well).

On the subject of the W3 and Sif, since we see almost no other Asgardians outside of the royal family and Heimdall, I assume they are supposed to represent a bit of what the average or majority of Asgardians think/how they view things. This is important mostly because they make a few view-points clear in regard to how they (and so presumably People) see Thor and Loki. First off, they do tease/belittle Loki a number of times, and again due to lack of context it’s wildly unclear on if this is well-intentioned teasing that Loki takes too personally (since the W3, esp in deleted scenes, do rib each other quite a bit) or if it comes from genuine disrespect/malice (Loki IS a prince and most of the other ribbing doesn’t end in the teased one falling silent, so it is possible but again, unconfirmed). Secondly, they clearly worship Thor a bit and don’t see anything wrong with his arrogant and violent behavior (they don’t really see anything wrong with Thor starting a war other than inconvenience, and they want Thor back from Earth right away even though that would fix pretty much nothing, maybe they thought they needed their best fighter for the war but that is never brought up so it comes off more as them just being unhappy with the sentence in general). They also blatantly distrust Loki - they assume he is a traitor because he has magic and because... he’s Loki, I guess, but especially as a first time viewer it just seems like total paranoia since we haven’t seen anything to support their view.

Which leads me to a specific line of theirs: ‘Loki’s always been one for mischief’. Most writing advice says to ‘show, not tell’, and while there are obviously moments where telling is fine or even better than showing, this is an instance that would have been infinitely better to show rather than just tell. Mischievous how? To what extent? Since when? Kid Loki seemed obedient and quiet. Everything about Adult Loki we see in the film is either reserved or desperate, not mischievous (deceitful absolutely, but that isn’t the same thing). In fact unless you include the deleted scene where Loki makes wine into snakes to spook a servant that was laughing at him (which, is a pretty minor, albeit petty, instance of mischief), Loki doesn’t actually do anything for the sake of mischief at all in the movie. It just seems like a really weird decision to write a character known broadly for being mischievous, have him not act out of mischief once in the film, but still include a single line telling us that actually is mischievous, really, so suspecting him of treason makes sense, yeah?

Like, Sif and the W3 literally betray Loki, who was supposedly their friend(-ish) and currently their rightful king not because they have any proof of misdeeds (they only suspect him about the Jotun thing, they don’t know about Loki lying to Thor, and this is BEFORE the Destroyer was sent or Jotunheim was being destroyed, which we don’t even have hard evidence that would have bothered them) but because...they don’t like Loki and Really Don’t Like that Loki won’t bring Thor back, I guess? The way it’s framed they might also be assuming he did something to Odin and/or Frigga to get the throne but like...where the heck would that assumption even come from??? There’s nothing on-screen to back that up other than the ominous camera-work (and again, the deleted scene provides possible textual evidence that Loki was given the throne by Frigga after Odin fell asleep and did not expect to gain anything throne-related to de-crowning Thor). Also I am really unclear on if Heimdall deciding to behead his current king for tricking him/messing with inter-realm defenses is culturally appropriate or not, but from an uninformed viewer’s perspective it seems like a wild overreaction, which is another thing that could have been built on (in general Asgard’s culture could have been explored more like, a lot).

As for the second half the film/the final battle, my main question in hindsight was ‘what...exactly was Loki OR Thor expecting to gain from their confrontation???’ because Thor entered the arena basically just going “What the heck? What the heck!?!?!?!?!?” and Loki was in full-scale mental breakdown mode so I kind of don’t think he was planning anything coherently at this point, aside from maaaaybe stalling Thor long enough to let Jotunheim be destroyed (except, he didn’t really see that as something that could even be done and was visibly shocked to see Thor trying to break the Bifrost, so probably not even that). It just makes, narrative-wise, for a really weird final fight where neither combatant has any real Desired Outcome (Thor is kind of trying to talk Loki out of his freak out while also wanting to talk/argue about the whole Destroyer thing, but is too out of the loop and hot-headed to do a very good job at this and Loki I think just wants to vent/panic/finish his plan). And I mean part of that does play into the tragedy element of the story, but it also plays into the overarching ambiguity of the entire film.

I think...those are the main points I wanted to cover? More or less. Conclusion: I love the film to pieces but it is a structural dumpster fire that leaves way too many major character and world-building elements up to interpretation. And yet also this was the golden days and I miss them and have too many thoughts about these characters. But still, narrative anarchy at least half the time. SO THAT’S THAT.

If I missed anything or you want join the discussion or ask me anything regarding Thor, Loki, and their arcs absolutely feel free to do so!

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xsandramx · 6 years ago

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Why, Hello! How are you guys? So, another chapter, Hope you like it! As always tell me what you think! And many thanks for reading this crap!!

Disclaimer: don’t own marvel… sadly

Warnings: Language

(this means it’s flashback or memory or something. Thank you!)

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Chapter 21

“Now you see me brother.” Loki says, letting go of the illusion. His cell was a mess, and he wasn’t in such a good state either. My eyes started to water. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Loki. Well, since I’ve seen a sane Loki. But again, he doesn’t look very sane to me. “Did she suffer?”

“I did not come here to share our grief. Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament.” Thor said, his voice cold.

“Go on.”

“I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterward, this cell.” Loki chuckled.

“You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?”

“I don’t.” Thor replied shortly. “Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you.” Loki slowly smiled.

“When do we start?” he finished, leaning his head forward. Thor smiled and turned away, looking at me. I stayed behind, as he requested. He wanted to talk to him first.

“You were right. I didn’t need your help to convince him.” Loki frowned, moving forward, trying to see who he was talking about. Thor didn’t move. Obviously, he wanted me to come to him. I hesitated. I don’t know if he wants to see me. And to be honest I’m not sure I want to see him either. We stayed in silence for some time before I started to walk towards them.

“I told you.” I said quietly, crossing my arms in front of me. When Loki recognised my voice and saw me approach them got up quickly.

“Elisabeth!”

“Well, I’ll see if there aren’t any guards coming our way, I’ll be back shortly.” Thor said, leaving us alone.

As soon as Thor was gone Loki spoke up.

“You’re not coming with us.” He said seriously.

“What the hell? This is the first time we see each other since New York and that’s the first thing you have to say to me?”

“Don’t try and change the subject Elisabeth, you won’t succeed.” He continued, starting to change his clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m changing my clothes! Preparing to go!” he stated as if it was obvious.

“Are you trying to make me embarrassed so you can have the higher ground?” I yelled at him.

“If that’s what you wish to think.” He said calmly. “Just turn around if it bothers you!”

“You could’ve used magic.” I complained.

“Are you done?” he asked sarcastically.

“Shut up.” I mumbled. We stayed silent, only the sounds of him dressing were present. “Are you done?” I asked this time.

“I am.” I turned around, facing the familiar looking Loki that I once knew so well.

“Good, I’ll call Thor.” I said turning around again.

“No wait.” He called. “I am sorry Elisabeth. I never meant to hurt you. You must know that.” I stayed still, my back still facing him. “We have our differences. You must think that I’m the villain, but you do know that I’m not evil.” He continued. “You know that I’m not entirely at fault here.”

“And that’s your problem. You use the fact that you’re not the only one to blame to take the burden of everything you’ve done out of your conscience.” I inform him, turning to face him. “Loki, for once in your life can’t you make an effort to see the bigger picture?”

“And what might that be?”

“Are you serious? You could’ve destroyed one planet! Two actually if you count Jotunheim!” I sigh as I finish saying that last part. “Okay, you win! Whatever.” I started to walk away. This time he didn’t say anything. “Thor!”

“I’m not hungry.” Jane said and Sif and I attacked. Literally.

“Good. Let’s go.” Sif said.

“You have such good lines! Oh, hi Jane!”

We then run to where we were meeting Thor and Loki. I don’t need to tell you what happened next. But that was one hell of a slap! I wish I did that!

At the end, I stayed behind like they wanted. I dreaded the moment they would return. I also knew that it would be better if I didn’t interfere. I mean, sure, Loki dies, but as always, not really. So, I decided to go to my quarters and stay there until Loki came to get me. I know that Thor won’t come because he’ll be just in a rush to get to Jane, even if he comes to talk with Odin, who is in fact Loki, the actor of the century.

After what I suppose were a few hours, I fell asleep. I woke up with a feeling that someone was watching me… Loki.

“Are you a creep now? Watching me sleep?” I said, with a sleep voice. I made a disgusted face while getting up because of my morning breath, well I don’t know if it’s morning, but my breath is bad.

“What does me watching you sleep have to do with being, as you say, a creep?” he asks, innocently.

“Wow, you almost seemed like the old Loki that I knew.” I said sarcastically, while walking to the bathroom. But, of course, as he was in the way, he stopped me.

“I still am that Loki.” The way he looked at me while saying this almost made me believe him. But the thought of his powers and that he could be using them on me, made me snap out of it.

“No, you’re not.” I whispered. I gently took my arm from his grip and walked to the bathroom.

While I was in there, I thought about my situation. I mean, any other person would’ve probably gone crazy with all this. But of course, not me, no, not Sofia. I really want to believe Loki and deep inside I know that he isn’t bad, but damn, forgiving a character in a movie from a outside perspective is much easier than when you’re inside said movie. After all this thinking, I decided that I would stay for a few days and see how this goes.

It pains me to say that Loki is actually trying to gain my trust again. And sometimes it’s like he’s a little puppy following me around. He goes with me to the library, he makes me tea and brings it to my room, he is always asking how I am and if I want to join him for a walk. So, as you guys must be thinking, there’s no need for me to say that I am also trying to get things to be as they were before. We’re friends. Even though I have not forgiven him, nor do I think that I will anytime soon.

“What are you reading?” Loki asks as he comes into my room, letting down the illusion of his father. Oh yes! I didn’t get to mention that since he’s supposed to be dead, he has to keep up the image of Odin. Even though, we both know that he’s father is no longer with us. He’s in that care home, Shady Acres I think it is called. I would be worried for Odin, and ordered Loki to bring him back, since I know that Loki would do it if I asked, he’s been as if afraid of me, but I know he’s okay. Maybe he’s even enjoying the stay.

“Pride and Prejudice.” I answer quietly. Never taking my eyes off the book.

“Fitting for the situation.” He murmurs but I ignore.

After a while of me continuing to read and him braiding my hair, which is very long now, I decided to finally ask him. And by the way, yes people, Loki braids. Quite well really. I also was surprised by this!

“Loki, I need to ask you something.” I say, closing my book and laying it on my lap.

“Of course, Elisabeth, anything.”

“I want to go back to earth.” I say calmly. I am actually a bit scared of his reaction, seeing as the last time we saw each other he kind of blamed me for the attack he did on earth.

We stayed silent for some time.

“Have I done something wrong?”

“What? No! Of course not!” I exclaimed, turning around to face him.

“Then why do you want to go back?” he asked, looking almost hurt.

“I have been here for quite a long time already, and I miss the others.” I try to explain. He looks conflicted for a while.

“As you wish.”

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neptinite-writings · 7 years ago

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Hello, Amazing Lokifics 💚, as we always see fanfics where Loki is the jealous one I was wondering if is it possible for you to write a "Loki x jealous reader"? (the reader is a Goddess too and she is the best friend of Loki and Thor). It will be awesome if you can. (can be fluff or a bit of smut... As you wish and as you like). Thank you so much L💚VE.

Okay, it’s kind of sad and angsty but it ends in fluff? I hope you like it!

Warnings: None?

Words: 1285

You walk the gardens of the palace, enjoying your relaxing afternoon. Your friends are out defending allies of Asgard under attack by frost giants. You miss them terribly, but you weren’t a fighter. You take a deep breath and enjoy the fragrance of the flowers. “Return safely.” You whisper as you look to the sky.

“I have.” You spin on your feet and meet the eyes of your best friend.

“Loki! You scared me!” You embrace him in a tight hug. “You know how I feel about that!”

He chuckles. “I know, Lady (Y/n).” You sigh.

“How was your mission?”

“As successful as one could hope.” Loki kisses your hand. “May I escort you to the festival?”

You blush. “O-of course.”

He pulls you into another hug. “I missed our talks.”

“I did too.” You breathe his scent in. “I don’t want to let go yet.”

Loki chuckles. “Come, my dear, the feast has started.” He lets you take his arm and you smile up at him. You sit next to him at a table with Thor on your other side and the warriors three with Sif across from you. You notice Loki eyeing a servant who was flirting with him. You swallow and look down at your food, trying to not notice. Who your friend saw was not your business. “Everything alright?”

“Yes, of course, Loki!” You smile at him.

He studies you, but lets it go, seeing the same curvy woman as before pass in his vision. “Please, excuse me.” Loki leaves the table and the others make lewd jokes.

You smile down at your food, hiding the hurt in your chest. “(Y/n)? Are you well?” You feel nauseous, but nod your head.

“Don’t worry about me, Thor.” You smile. “Thank you.” You stand up. “I just need some air; I will be right back.” You make your way through the halls slowly. You don’t know why you felt this surge of jealousy run through your veins. Loki has never indicated anything past your friendship, but it didn’t stop the pain in your heart. “Wishful thinking kills you.” You whisper to yourself. You turn to stop at a balcony and see them. Loki and the woman in each other arms. He’s embracing her in a passionate kiss and you see the look of triumph in her eyes when she sees you. You swallow and leave quickly. You find yourself back in the garden before you collapse to your knees. “Why?” Tears stream down your face and you look up at the stars. You can’t stop the pain shooting through your chest or the tears. You hear someone coming towards you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stand.

“(Y/n)?” Your blood freezes. It couldn’t be him. Why of all the people did it have to be him? “What’s wrong?” You hear snickering and know the woman from before is with him. “Do you know why she’s like this?” Loki doesn’t miss her reaction to your misery.

“Of course, my prince.” She has an air of confidence in her voice. “She is in love with you and she saw you prefer me to her goddess beauty.”

Loki frowns at her as you stand, with no dignity left. “I should go.” Your voice is barely audible and you start to leave. Clearly they were going to have a romantic meeting in the garden, you didn’t want to stay for that.

“Stay.” Loki commands. You close your eyes.

“Loki, I do not want to intrude on your…meeting.” You swallow. “That is not what a friend would do.”

“No, I want you to stay.” You notice Loki is getting closer to you. “You may leave us.” You turn to see who he’s talking to. “(Y/n), stay. This other woman is unworthy of being here.” You see her glare at you before leaving.

“Loki, I did not mean to intrude.” You start. “I should leave.”

“No,” he holds your hand. “What has upset you so? Is it true what she said?” Loki feels shame wash over him. How could he be so stupid?

“Loki, it doesn’t matter.” You don’t look him in the eye. “You are allowed to do whatever you wanted.”

“(Y/n), if I had offended you…”

“Loki, stop.” You take a deep breath. “Forget about it.” You wrap your arms around yourself. “Just-just go, enjoy yourself with whoever you wish.”

“You are truly jealous?” Loki pulls you by your arms to his chest. “My dearest friend, I am so sorry. I had no clue.”

“I do not want to guilt you into liking me. Let me go, Loki.”

“No.” He takes your arms and wraps them around his neck. “My darling friend, I didn’t know you cared for me as I do for you.”

“Then why the hell did you go off to sleep with some random woman?!” You yell and push him away. It was one thing to let him do whatever if he actually cared about them! “Why?”

“Because I didn’t know.” Loki looks down.

“You could have asked.” You whisper, not understanding him. “I can’t…”

“(Y/n), I’m yours.” Loki pulls you back to his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You give in and cry into his neck. “I’m an idiot and I’m so sorry for hurting you.” Loki pets her hair. “May I kiss your unworthy lips, dearest one?” You cup his cheek and kiss him gently.

“Of course.” You whisper. “Damn it Loki. You ass.” He chuckles nervously before kissing your cheek.

“I had pictured something more romantic when professing my love.” Loki wipes your tears.

“Then you shouldn’t have been using servants for fun instead of telling me.” He blushes. “As long as you’re mine from now on, I don’t care.”

“Come, love.” Loki kisses your hand. “I had always known it was going to be you.”

You shake your head and lean on his arm. “Did you want to return to the celebration?”

“Not yet.” Loki pulls you toward a gazebo. He sits and pulls you down on his lap. “I need to make up for my behavior.” You look down at him as your arms wrap around his neck. “I will only kiss you until the world ends.” You giggle and kiss him again. Instead of the gentle kiss you were expecting, Loki deepens the kiss and presses you against him painfully. You moan as his tongue forces its way into our mouth to taste you eagerly. You pull away to breathe and Loki is smirking up at you. “I love you, only you, (Y/n).”

“I love you too, Loki.” You close your eyes and lean against his shoulder. He keeps you close to him as he lifts you.

“Let’s go to bed, love. We have a lot to discuss in the morning.” Loki starts walking.

“Regarding what?” You look up at him confused.

“Our eminent engagement.”

“Loki, we aren’t engaged.” He smirks down at you and opens his door.

“Not yet, but you know my parents will be asking soon.” Loki lays you on his bed gently. “For now, rest. I promise when I propose, it won’t be because you found me making out with a servant.” You laugh and shake your head.

“You’re impossible, Loki.” He smirks and lays next to you before pulling you close. “But I haven’t even thought of anyone but you.”

“I’d be lying if I said that.” Loki kisses your forehead. “But I always came back to thinking of you. No one else understands me like you do, and no one could love me as you do.” He plays with your hair. “Good night, my lover and friend.”

“Good night, darling.” You smile and drift to sleep to dream about your future.

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#133: Loki x Reader

Thanks @anhartcuteneon for requesting ❤

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Request Part 1, Part 2, Part 3: Can u do a Ragnarok imagine taking place in the beginning?After a political meeting,u walk outside 2 see ur friend Thor flying with his hammer.U wave at him 2 get his attention,he sees u & lands down.U guys say hi 2 each other & tell how uv been(while u jaw drop at him holding Surtur’s crown)until u ask him where he’s heading.Thor says that he’s going 2 see Odin.U ask him if u could tag along since u were on ur way 2 speak with him anyway.He doesn’t see why not & grabs hold of u as u 2 take off. When u both arrive at the theater, ur just as weirded out as Thor when u see a statue of Loki (ur former lover) & comment how badly the play was made. It didn’t help either when it reminded u that u were present when Loki “died” at Svarltalheim (but u keep ur cool). After the play, u & Thor go confront “Odin” as Thor tells him he needs 2 get his s**t together while u tell him how uv been having 2 take over 4 the council meetings since he hasn’t been showing up. When Loki reveals himself, ur not surprised but get mor upset (no tears though) as u tell Loki how despicable he is until he interrupts u. While Thor threatens Loki with his hammer as he asks him where Odin’s at, u threaten him with ur sword. And when Loki tells u that he nos where Odin’s at, u should totally end it by having u & Thor look at each other before u say “prove it”. Don’t make any1 OOC. Like the last GOTG one-shot, could u copy the actual dialogue from the movie here as well? Thanks!

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Political meetings were an unavoidable nuisance that came with being Asgardian royalty, but they hardly did any good for the people. Things had changed ever since Thor had left and Loki had died, and not for the better. It seemed that Odin was a completely different person now. Concubines served him food and drink, a statue of Loki had been built in his fallen son’s honor, and he had written and directed a play of the life of the Trickster to be performed at all hours of the day. Asgard was unrecognizable to you now, but you were glad to see a familiar face soaring over you.

You waved to your old friend and he landed next to you, at the feet of Loki’s statue. Your jaw dropped at the sight of Surtur’s crown on his back, planning on asking him how he had defeated Surtur, but he had a question for you.

“What the hell is that?” were his first words as he stared at the memorial, his brother’s likeness standing tall in the sun with his arms spread wide. You laughed at his expression.

“It’s an eyesore, but it’s here to stay,” you told him and embraced him. “Hopefully you’re here to stay, too. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Lady Y/N,” he said, returning your embrace. “I’m here to see my father.”

“I’ll go with you. He’s at the amphitheater.”

Thor was clearly confused, as there had never been an amphitheater in the palace before, but he followed you anyway.

“Is Odin well?” he asked you, noticing your uneasiness.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Well isn’t what I would call it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

You heard the gentle harmony of a choir as you neared the amphitheater, stepping to the front of the crowd so Thor could see what was going on. You tried to hide how upset you immediately became. They were on the scene where Loki had sacrificed himself on Svartalfheim. You had been there when he died, and you had been forced to relive it, however terribly, too many times by Odin. How Sif and the Warriors Three ended up in the narrative, you didn’t know. All you knew was that it was painful to watch, but a little less so now that Thor was with you.

“Oh, brother,” the actor playing Loki moaned. “This is it. I take my leave.”

“You fool,” the actor playing Thor scolded him. “You didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry,” the Loki imposter gasped, and his partner told “Lady Sif” to get help, and she fled from the stage screeching for help.

“I’m sorry for all I’ve done,” Loki’s actor said. “I’m sorry I tried to rule Earth.”

“They’d be lucky to have you,” Thor’s actor said, and you rolled your eyes. Thor glanced between you and the actors, not sure whether to be disgusted or angry.

“I’m sorry about that thing with the Tesseract. I just couldn’t help myself. I’m a trickster.”

“So mischievous.”

“Sorry about that time I turned you into a frog.”

“It was a wonderful joke.”

“It was indeed hilarious,” you heard Odin agree, and Thor looked to his father with confusion.

You had to fight to compose yourself when an actress playing you fell to her knees next to Loki’s actor, clutching his hand to her chest.

“Oh, my husband,” she wailed with sadness. “My strong, handsome, brave husband. How will I ever go on without you at my side? We will never share another night together. We will never have children. You leave me widowed without hope for happiness. I will always love you.”

You blinked back tears, and you felt Thor’s arm around you. You gave him a grateful look, glad he was finally home. You had never shared yours and Loki’s last words to each other with Odin, but somehow he managed to write lines that were close to them. You had promised to always love him, and you’d never broken that promise.

“This is disgraceful,” Thor murmured to you.

“It’s just a bad play,” you said, but he was right. This play spat in the face of everything you and Thor had struggled to do. You would never dare say anything to Odin, though. He was adamant that this play be a permanent piece of Asgard’s culture.

“You are the savior of Asgard,” Thor’s actor told Loki.

“Tell my story,” Loki’s actor told him. “Build a statue for me.”

“We will build a big statue for you.”

“With my helmet on. With the big bendy horns.”

“I will tell Father what you did here today,” Thor’s actor said, a tear crawling down his cheek.

“I didn’t do it for him,” Odin whispered.

“I didn’t do it for him,” Loki’s actor said, and finally “died” with a small grunt.

Thor’s actor did his best to roar out an agonized “NOOOOOOOOO!” while your actress “fainted” from her grief, the choir crooning a soft melody of mourning.

“And so, Loki died of his wounds, giving his life for ours,” a new actor portraying Odin said as he crossed the stage. “He fought back those disgusting elves. He brought peace to the realm.”

Odin’s actor turned to a new actor, a little boy painted blue, as he arrived on stage and climbed onto a rock. “Loki, my boy. It was many moons ago I found you on that frostbitten battlefield. On that day, I did not yet see in you Asgard’s savior. No. You were merely a little blue baby icicle that melted this old fool’s heart.”

“Bravo! Bravo!” Odin stood to applaud with the audience, and the actors went through their bows. You and Thor headed in Odin’s direction so they could speak. Odin was surrounded by his concubines and enjoying a glass of wine, so he didn’t notice you at first.

“Father,” Thor said, finally catching his father’s attention.

Odin turned to Thor and uttered two words you never thought you’d hear from the king of Asgard. “Oh shit.” He recovered quickly and announced Thor’s return to the people in the amphitheater. You furrowed your brow in suspicion, wondering why Odin would have such a reaction, and you knew Thor was wondering the same thing.

“It’s a very interesting play,” Thor commented as he approached his father, you following close behind. “What’s it called?”

“The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard,” Odin told him. “The people wanted to commemorate him.”

“Indeed they should,” Thor said. “I like the statue. A lot better looking than he was when he was alive, though. A little less weasley. A little less greasy, maybe.”

Odin only offered one short laugh, and Thor gave an Einherjar the skull and told them to lock it up in the vault so it wouldn’t destroy the planet.

“So, it’s, um, back to Midgard for you is it?” Odin asked, poorly concealing how tense he was.

“Nope.” Thor tossed Mjolnir into the air and caught it again. “You know, I’ve been having this recurring dream lately. Every night I see Asgard falling into ruins.”

“That’s just a silly dream,” Odin told his son as he approached him. “Signs of an overactive imagination.”

“Possibly,” Thor agreed. “But then I decided to go and investigate and do you know what I find? The Nine Realms completely in chaos. Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise, all while you, Odin, the protector of those nine realms, are sitting here in your bathrobe eating grapes.” Thor tossed and caught Mjolnir again, almost chest to chest with his father.

“Yes, well, it is best to respect our neighbors’ freedom,” Odin said, obviously reaching for a reason for Asgard’s isolation and ignorance.

“Yes of course. The freedom to be massacred.” Thor sent Mjolnir flying away, a little past Odin’s shoulder, before it returned to his hand.

“Yes, well, I’ve been rather busy myself,” Odin said.

“Watching theater,” Thor said.

“Well, board meetings and security council meetings,” Odin tried to say, but Thor looked to you for the truth.

“I was just at a meeting,” you said. “He hasn’t attended one in months. The advisors have been left to rule without an executive decision, so we’ve been able to do nothing to protect ourselves or secure order. I’m the reason the council hasn’t fallen apart and abandoned their duties.”

Thor turned back to his father with a sigh. “You’re really gonna make me do it.”

“Do what?” Odin asked, a bit of panic in his eyes. Thor threw Mjolnir as far as he could, sending it soaring into the distance until we couldn’t see it anymore.

“Thor, what are you doing?” you asked, your eyes wide as you realized what was happening. You put your hand on the hilt of your sword, hoping you wouldn’t have to use it. Thor ignored you, putting his hands at Odin’s shoulders as he went to stand behind him.

“You know that nothing will stop Mjolnir as it returns to my hand,” Thor said, then gripped the back of Odin’s neck. “Not even your face.”

“Thor!” you exclaimed. “That’s your father! What are you doing?”

“You’ve gone quite mad!” Odin snapped. “You will be executed for this!”

“Then I’ll see you on the other side, brother.” Your eyes widened at Thor’s words, sure he had gone crazy. Mjolnir was zooming back, getting closer and closer, and you were prepared to knock Odin out of the way when you heard Loki’s voice come out of his mouth.

“Alright, I yield!” A golden glow rippled across Odin’s body, replacing him with the raven-haired man you had thought you’d never see again.

Thor pushed Loki away, sending him stumbling out of the way as Mjolnir narrowly missed him. Gasps and exclamations of shock were uttered around you, and Loki froze where he stood, not sure what to do or say until he turned back to his brother. He gave Thor a grin just as Scourge burst through the crowd, struggling to catch his breath.

“Behold Thor Odinson--”

“No.” Loki snapped, holding a finger up to silence Scourge as he turned to him. “You had one job. Just the one.”

Loki was alive. He was standing there, right in front of you, alive and healthy and and as handsome as you remembered him. You want to run to him and embrace him, but you didn’t. You were struggling to rein in your anger.

“Where’s Odin?” Thor demanded.

“You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” Loki asked, that damn grin still on his face. “Everything was fine without you. Asgard was prospering. You’ve ruined everything. Ask them.” Loki had dared to step closer to Thor, who didn’t have the patience for Loki’s taunts. Quite frankly, you didn’t, either.

“How dare you.” Your words made Loki finally look to you, forcing him to face your wrath. “I’ve been grieving you, and all this time you stood by in silence while I suffered. Never one word of comfort, no hint that you weren’t gone.”

“This was the most complicated lie I’ve ever had to tell,” Loki told you with genuine sadness. “I couldn’t have any reason for someone to suspect me.”

“You’re despicable!” you shouted at him. “What kind of man leaves his wife alone with her grief and puts her trauma on the stage for the whole world to see?”

“I never meant to scorn you.” Those words did nothing to ease your pain. You didn’t know whether to burst into tears or scream at Loki some more. He looked like he was about to say something else, but Thor wasn’t interested in hearing any more excuses from him.

“Where’s Father?” You unsheathed your sword as you watched Thor take long strides towards Loki, forcing him back onto the couch he was lounging on minutes before. “Did you kill him?”

You got to Loki before Thor did, the tip of your blade at his throat to keep him from escaping.

“You have what you wanted. You have the independence you asked for,” Loki tried to reason with his brother, but his silver tongue seemed to have rusted, because all it took was the weight of Mjolnir on his chest to get him to tell the truth.

“Ow ow ow ow! Okay! I know exactly where he is!”

You and Thor looked to each other, then back to Loki. “Prove it.”

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slamncram · 7 years ago

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PROMPT THING Thorki for “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

Because it’s you, I wrote you some Viceverse. Dancer!Loki is also Diva!Loki and we should all commend Thor for dealing with him, ever.

Howlong had Loki gone without having Thor at his side when he was goingfor his dance competitions? Thor had up and left when he was 20, andhad been gone for five years. He’d missed the in-person parts ofLoki’s career with the National Academy, the long hours, the risingthrough the ranks. Yes, he’d admitted to watching online wheneverhe had the chance, and Jane had testified to it, but it wasn’t thesame as having him there. When Loki had been training, Thor had beenhis biggest fan, and had been the one driving him to his rehearsals,and staying late when Loki refused to give up. For him to have beengone, so suddenly, ithad left a hole.

Nevermind when it was that he’d chosen to leave. All in all, Loki hadfelt justified in his anger towards his step-brother, and for themost part, Thor hadn’t blamed him for it.

Ofcourse he hadn’t. Thor had always had a soft spot for him, and Lokihad known why, even before Thor had left.

Itjust so happened that he, himself, shared that same soft spot now,and it had meant that when Loki needed to jet off, or take the trainaway, or drive long hours, to go to one of his dance competitions,Thor was there in the seat next to him. Whether it was for him tocompete, personally, or for Loki to be there as the choreographer, itdidn’t matter. Since they’d reconciled, and since Loki had giveninto the same weakness Thor had, there hadn’t been a competitionthat Thor had missed.

Untilnow.

“Areyou still angry with me?”

Lokihad lost track of how many times Thor had asked that question, but hewaspleased to note that, every time Thor asked, it lost a bit of itsconcerned, plaintive edge. Now, it sounded almost put-upon, which wasmore in line with what he expected from him. Thor had tried, backwhen he’d first come home again, being gentle and kind with Loki,and while that was appreciated, it hadn’t meshed well with Loki’sanger and annoyance. It also hadn’t been indicative of the Thorthat Loki loved, and he much preferred, as difficult as it could be,when Thor let his own annoyances come through.

Sure,it led to fights, here and there, but Loki sometimes thrived onunnecessary conflict, but always felt better when things were workedout sooner, and that tendedto led to easier, quicker resolution, when it came to the two ofthem.

“Idon’t think that angry is the word, Thor.” He answered, carefullypacking another sweater into his suitcase. “Let down? Disappointed?Those are probably more apt.”

Thorgroaned, and laid back on Loki’s bed, clearly feeling the intentionof Loki’s word choice. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight,turning back to his closet to pack up more clothes.

“Ididn’t knowit was the same weekend. And you’ve promised not to do thisjealousy thing that you do. I know you missed me, and I have beendoing plentyto make up for that, I think.” The connotations in that were clear.Loki was glad he was facing away, so Thor wouldn’t see the reactionon his face. Yes, Thor’s way of making things up had been good,and, since everything between them was out in the open, now, they hadbeen better.Loki was particularly fond of the memory of the room in Switzerland,Thor’s hands on him, his kisses adoring, even if they had ademanding, hungry edge. Thatwouldn’t be something they would be repeating this weekend, becauseThor wouldn’t be coming along.

“But,they’ve missed me too, and this has been a tradition. You rememberthat. I know you do, because even beforeI left, you would get huffy about me going away for the weekend.”

Turningback around, Loki saw the smirk on Thor’s face, and, withoutthinking, balled his scarf up and lobbed it at him.

“Ididn’t get huffy,arsehole. I felt left out. I know it’s because all your friendsthought your prissy dancer brother wouldn’t want to go and roughit--”

Thorwas laughing, folding the scarf – badly – as he sat up on thebed. “And would you have? Sharing tents with all of them, and doingthe mud-run on Saturday, with communal showers afterwards?”

Lokihated, so very much, that Thor was right. Despite him not saying aword, he knew that Thor knew that, too. It meant that he had toconcede defeat in this particular arena. At least, in a way.

“Well,regardless? You’re the one who will be missing out, this weekend.”

Thatgot Thor’s attention. Loki schooled his face into a cool look,taking the scarf from him, and setting it in the suitcase, before heflipped it shut. Without looking at Thor, his fingers searched outthe zipper tab, and he pulled it around the suitcase while he spoke.

“AfterSwitzerland, I was thinking that it might be nice if we took the nextstep somewhere else. Outside of this house. Bruges seemed veryromantic, and the hotel we’re staying at isverynice. But, I understand. It istradition, and I wouldn’t want you to have to tell Sif that, sinceyour brother’s competition is the same weekend, you have to backout of the mud-run.”He looked up, enjoying the evident conflict on Thor’s face. “She’ssmart. She would catch on to what’s happening, and I’m not sosure she would be as accepting of your crush on me as Miss Jane was.”

“Loki.That’s not fair.”

No,it wasn’t. And Loki knew that, which was precisely why he wasplaying that card. Make Thor feel like he was missing his chance, forthe thing they had both been a bit too skittish to go for, yet. Thatwas cruel, and underhanded, and decidedly unfair, but it wasdecidedly Loki,and Thor shouldn’t have expected anything else.

Pushinghis suitcase out of the way, Loki climbed onto the bed, kneeling onit while he reached out, and tucked Thor’s hair back from his face.Again, it occurred to him that whatever he felt for Thor, now, verywell could have been dwelling deep in his chest for a long time, heldback by convention and then by hurt. It wasn’t leashed anymore,blooming from his center, out, making him feel warm in a way hehadn’t noticed he’d been missing for five years while Thor hadbeen gone to findhimself.

“It’snot. And it’s not fair that I have to get on that plane alone, thatI have to sleep in that king size bed alone, that I have to orderroom service alone, and that I, generally, have to be alonethis weekend.”

“Withyour entire dance troupe.” Thor pointed out, a smile coming to lifearound the corners of his mouth again. “Poor princess.”

“Yes.”Loki agreed, with a nod, nudging Thor so he laid back on themattress, Loki leaning over him, reaching up to tuck his own hairbehind his ear. “Poor me. I’m going to waste away without yourattention.”

Thor’slaugh was genuine, and served to light the warm inside Loki. “Ihighly doubt you will. You know I’ll be thinking of you, andreaching out when I can.”

“Iknow.” Settling down, Loki ran his fingers through Thor’s hair,spread out on the duvet under him, watching the light catch in hisblonde strands instead of his eyes when he spoke next. “Be careful,all right? I know it’s tradition, and you’re in peak physicalcondition, but Hogun got hurt, two or so years ago, when they went. Idon’t want to get a message saying you’ve broken your leg orsomething.”

“Loki...”

Thesoft, patient tone in Thor’s voice was enough to make him meet hiseyes again, taking in the way he was smiling, how at ease he was.

Nomatter what hardships came with the fact that he was, without doubt,in love with his step-brother, Loki had to admit, seeing Thor relaxedand comfortable in a way he hadn’t for more than five years was ablessing. Thor, who finally got to let go of the self-hatred he’dcarried for the way he felt about Loki, because despite the odds,Loki felt the same. Thor, who got to look at Loki, touch Loki, kissLoki, and know it wasn’t a daydream or fantasy he would feel guiltover later. He’d always been beautiful, but Loki couldn’t getenough of him like this.

“I’llbe careful. And you be careful, too.”

Lokirolled his eyes. “I don’t think I’m in much danger at a dancecompetition.”

“Well,me neither, but the sentiment stands. And have fun, will you?” Thorpointed. “But not toomuch fun. You dangled that missed opportunity in front of me, I don’twant to find out you--”

Thorhadn’t seemed to understand exactly how very much Loki wantedeverythingwith him, now. That made sense, because, since Thor had gotten back,Loki had said and done a lot to make Thor think and feel like Lokiwould never want him the way Thor wanted Loki. Thor could have thesemoments when he relapsed, when he forgot the way Loki sought out hisattention, even beforehe’dconfessed to his feelings.

Itfelt good to remind him with touches. With kisses, like the one hegave Thor to cut him off, starting off as just a ‘bequiet’peck, but grabbing hold of them both, until Loki was straddling Thor,fingers twisted in his shirt, kissing him hungrily, like he didn’thave to leave for the airport in 10 minutes.

Itmade sense that Thor was the one to stop them, and Loki had to admirehis willpower, even while he whined and tried to get his lips back toThor’s.

“You’regoing to miss your flight,” laughed Thor, quiet between the two ofthem. “If you keep going, Bruges wouldn’t have been necessary,whether I was going with you or not.”

Thatwas the blunt truth, and Loki knew it, which was the only reason heclimbed off Thor, adjusting his clothing and sliding off the bed.

“Don’tpout. You’re the one leaving me here with a tease.”

“I’mleaving and taking the tease with me.” Loki countered,double-checking that his suitcase was shut before he hoisted it fromthe bed, and looked at Thor. “It’s going to be a very long flightto Belgium.”

Gettingup from the bed himself, Thor replied, “you’ll live,” before hetook the suitcase from Loki’s hand, and left the room, heading downthe stairs to the front foyer. Loki followed, grabbing his jacketfrom where he’d hung it on his bedroom doorknob, and pulling it onas he made his way down the stairs.

“That’snot a very nice thing to say to someone who has issues about flying.”

Loki’ssuitcase set at the door, Thor snorted. “It’s just about thenicestthing I could say to someone who has issues about flying. When’syour cab picking you up?”

“5minutes.” Loki answered, tucking his cell phone into his jeans.“When’s Fandral coming by for you?”

“Anhour.”

“Andyou’re not packed.”

Thorsmiled. “Not even a little.”

Shakinghis head, Loki moved into his space again, careful this time to keepthe kiss calm, even if he lingered. “I mean it. Be careful. Don’tdo anything stupid.”

“Iwon’t.” Thor promised. “Try and have fun? Put the otherchoreographers to shame?”

Lokismiled, zipping up his jacket. “I always do.”

Thisfelt strange. More than that, it felt wrong.Had he really gotten so used to Thor being there, since he’d beenback, that leaving for a weekend competition without him felt so off?

“Good.”Thor’s hand rested against his neck, and Loki met his eyes, takingin his easy smile, but being floored by the affection in his eyes, soobvious, he would have had to of been blind to miss it. “I’llpick you up at the airport.”

Heneeded to leave. He could hear the cab pulling up in front of thehouse, and any second now his phone was going to go off with thenotification that it was there. Then the cabbie would honk, and itwould be a whole thing.

Lokineeded to leave, but not before reaching up and pulling Thor in forone more kiss. Deep, and slow, and full of promise for when they wereboth back in this house again.

“Don’tbe late.”

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dentelle-grise · 7 years ago

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Your Latest Trick - Chapter 20

(Loki x Reader NSFW) Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party.

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Chapter 20

He’s gone again and you’re none the wiser as to where.

You roll into the warm space he left and doze. Imagine a safe place he’d said. So this is what you have – a nest, an invisible print on your skin, and a warm hole left in the bed. Every night when he comes to you you forget the strangeness of the situation with the comfort of his nearness.

There’s a faint tapping. Far off to start with, then louder, like someone walking closer. By the time you are awake enough to recognize knocking on your door it’s become an agitated banging accompanied by yells.

“Open up. I know you’re in there.” comes a woman’s voice.

You sigh, slip out of bed and pad around barefoot looking for your robe as there comes another bang. You pull open the door and there’s Sif in full battledress, a quarterstaff in her hand.

“Too early.” you groan. Now Sif is someone you’ve known since forever but you’d hardly say you were close, certainly not close enough for her to knock you up first thing in the morning to go and spar. And anyway, after your performance the last time, you hardly think you’d make her a worthy adversary.

“He’s here isn’t he?” Sif looks murderous and you’re glad she’s not carrying anything sharp.

“Who?”

But your word is spoken to empty space as she’s already pushed past you into your rooms. “What?” What presumption. This is your home. How dare she. You follow in her wake. Then you see what she sees.

There’s towels strewn around the floor, your clothes from yesterday in a heap, and the bed looks like someone had a fight in it. The door to the bathroom stands open displaying the bath still full and a couple of burnt-down candles.

She looks at you skeptically, paying particular attention to your collarbone where you know there’s a bruise, even though it was from the training the other day and quite possibly her work.

Who is she looking for? If it’s Loki then he’s long gone, but there’s no reason she’d be searching for Loki. None except a prickle of your conscience and the fear that there’s more to his secret than he’s let on.

Turning from you, she creeps toward the closet.

“What? Sif! Stop!”

With the point of her staff she pushes back the row of hanging dresses. She runs it all the way along, setting them swinging while you stand there speechless, your outrage unheeded. Then she turns with a huff and paces back toward the bed. The bedclothes are all bunched where you pushed them aside. Sif takes her staff and gives the bundle a less-than-gentle poke.

To your shock and her satisfaction there’s a yelp from within. “Got you.” breathes Sif.

What is he doing still here? He was gone. The idiot. Why is he back if he doesn’t want to get caught?

“Well what have we here? Fandr-”

She flips the sheets revealing a head of dark hair and stops short in shock, missing the wince you make.

Later you will remember guiltily that in that precise moment, as well as the terror at discovery, you also felt an intense sense of relief - that the secret was out, that you didn’t have to pretend anymore.

But right now, the figure rises, throwing back the sheets flamboyantly and it’s your turn for a shock. It’s not Loki.

It’s a woman, with raven hair, a red-painted mouth and large bare breasts she has no shame in displaying.

Sif has no shame in staring either, though it’s probably out of surprise. For a moment no one says anything and the woman stretches luxuriantly and smiles at you both.

“Why don’t you try the kitchens.” The woman says, flicking back her long black locks. “Perhaps he was looking for something sweet.” The last word drips honey and ice and Sif looks on in shock a second longer, before turning without a word and tearing out of the room. The bed’s occupant grins wickedly.

“Ooooh! someone’s in trouble.” She breaks into laughter. Familiar laughter. There’s only one way she could have gotten there.

“Loki!?” It wasn’t the voice that tipped you off or even the words but the whole set up, the trick and it’s recklessness. Now you search the woman’s face for his features, morphed into someone else, but still strangely recognizable. And there they are, when you know what to look for. And there, around her neck, is the pendant, it’s color a smoky violet but it’s form unmistakable. You’re staring, incredulous.

“What?” Loki looks at you innocently, her larger eyes blinking slowly and fuller mouth pouting slightly. “I saw her heading up here and thought I’d have little fun.”

She climbs out of bed and strolls towards the closet, considerably shorter in stature, with a figure that defies belief - breasts very full, a tiny waist and broad, curvaceous hips.

“Loki, what is this? I mean, who are you?”

“What this?” she makes a grandiose gesture to her body, turning to display delicate shoulders, rose-pink nipples. “Why, this is me.”

“You’re not impersonating some… friend?”

“Oh no. I’m not imitating anyone.”

You struggle with the idea a moment. Loki is also a woman? Or can pretend to be a woman? You find those curves rather unrealistic to tell the truth. They look more like how a man might idealize a woman than any true woman you’ve ever seen. You get a picture of adolescent Loki dreaming this up, sketching out this fantasy on the corner of a spell book.

“You mean you designed yourself a female self, you sat down and drew a woman-“

“I not drawn. This is just the way I am.”

Loki’s clearly very proud of this form and not remotely shy – with a deliberate swing of the hips as she approaches your clothes. Unlike Loki’s male form, her body is unmarred by scars, it’s perfect, her skin has the same glowing paleness and her hair is the same bottomless black.

She touches one of your dresses and it appears instantly on her body.

It doesn’t fit in quite the same way as it does on you. Of course not. It’s obviously tighter around the bust, and there is more of her shoulders on view. She’s changed it, by magic.

“Hummm.” She looks at herself in the mirror, then moves on to the next outfit, a pale blue one, one you always found a bit too modest and serious. She performs a transformation so there’s more cleavage visible and a slit up the leg to the upper thigh.

“I remember the first time when Thor went into battle.” Loki says as she admires her work. “I was left behind.” You watch her expression, - scheming - the same and somehow not.

“So I chose to ‘welcome home the warriors’ instead. Like this.” She points to herself, now in gold and russet, skin paled to translucent by the strength of the color.

At least five of them the first night.” She gives a little shudder of delight that makes her breasts jiggle, and adds. “Something you’d know a bit about.”

Struggling to maintain your composure and treat this new development like something quite reasonable and normal, you protest. “Oh no, never more than one at a time, that’s a waste of men.”

“Warriors.” Loki corrects. Letting the word hang there. She’s grinning again, teeth white and dangerous against the red of those lips.

Loki changes into a green dress now, one you don’t know, so you guess it’s one of her own called from some magical wardrobe. The neckline is a huge V in front, diving between those ample breasts and mirrored by one at the back that almost reaches the cleavage there too.

“Mother and Father found out of course.” she continues. “I made sure of it.” Now she’s smiling smugly. “And strangely enough, the next time, I was allowed to go and fight alongside Thor.” She examines her nails, which are polished a black so shiny she’s probably admiring herself in them.

“But it’s still of great use to me to be able to change. For a start, it’s far easier to find company for the night like this.” She smirks and you don’t know if its complicity or flirtation. Both perhaps. “In fact,” she says slowly, looking you full in the eye as though to be sure she’s understood. “I find a lover every time I take this form.”

That expression you’d know whatever form Loki chose to take. You don’t know if what you feel is fear or attraction. To push it home she adds.

“I’ve no objection to ‘non-warriors’.”

It’s that moment that the penny drops about ‘warriors’ rather than men. Could she possibly mean Sif? That Sif and Loki…, no Sif and Lady Loki…? And without Sif even knowing who she was.

Sif’s reaction just now takes on a whole new meaning and you feel a ripple of fear – or is that jealousy? – run though you.

And Sif ran out of here thinking what about you and this woman?!

Still, those huge green eyes are waiting and watching. You must be the picture of confusion.

“I could turn you into a man, you know”

“What! No!”

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like?” She’s taken a step closer.“You might enjoy it.” And she leers at you as though she most certainly would. Your stomach drops.

“No. Please.” The idea of you both being other people is too much.

“You’d prefer if we both stayed the way we are now?” her eyes flash.

“Change back.” you insist. “I want the real you.”

“But this is the real me.” She reaches out to you. “Does this form make you uncomfortable.” Well there it is. It’s not something you’ve given much thought to. It’s not as if there were opportunities. Unless you count that one time Sif ‘mistook you for Thor’…

“You mean you’ve never.” She stops before she touches you as though you might startle, as though you were something infinitely desirable but sacred. “Oh but what fun we could have…”

“But Loki. I want the real real you.”

There’s a flicker of something across her face. Disappointment? Even though this is Loki, you don’t know these morphed features well enough to read their expression. But then her eyes crinkle and her face breaks into a mischievous smile you recognize very well. “You know what you like then.” While you’re beginning to have some doubts in that area, her implication is as lewd and as clear as if she’d made a gesture to go with it.

“But, any time you want to try…” she gives you a wink and in an instant changes back to the form you know, body drawing out, flattening, filling out differently. He regains his usual height, his usual garb and all at once radiates a different sort of power. You have a moment of regret for his other self, the full mouth and large eyes, the rounder everything, and hope after all that you haven’t seen the last of her…

He draws you into his arms right away and the familiarity is a balm, but you’re still on edge from the ruse, from the conversation,from the things you didn’t say or dare. Your heart is hammering already and he’s hardly touched you. He slides a crafty hand inside your robe and you melt into him. When he feels how wet you already, he he challenges, “So you do like me in my other form.” He starts to work you with his hand and it becomes impossible to think of a clever answer if there ever was one.

“I thought so.” He delves deeper and you cling to him. All of a sudden he stops and pulls away his hand. He holds it up so you can see it glistening. “What did that? I wonder.” He licks a moist finger and raises an eyebrow as you squirm. “Which one of my wicked ideas took root?” He feigns idle curiosity, returns his hand to its work and with the crook of a finger sets you writhing against him.

“Just. You.” You force out, breathless despite your immobility.

You expect him to disrobe you, to take you to bed, but no, he continues relentlessly with his fingers until you are begging. It’s not just him, though. It’s everything he’s been saying and doing. The unrealized possibilities and your imagination.

“You are enticingly curious if not courageous.” He breathes

You’re frustratingly aroused and unsettled and mad at yourself and confused and mad at Sif or jealous or afraid of her, or of yourself. You don’t know. You want to drown it all out in him; just want him to take you and let you forget the rest.

Outside, a bell is ringing. The day has started without you but in this instant you don’t care, if only Loki would… crush your body to the bed with is own. But he continues his slow massaging accompanied with deep kissing till he has you past a point where there is only want left and you cease caring how you get there. You just want him to make you come. He brushes off your attempts to please him. He does not relent, just keeps playing at a steady, frustrating rhythm and it’s driving you crazy, the fire mounting unstoppably but so so slowly, and more powerfully for it. Just as you give up waiting for him to take you to bed, he pulls your robe fully open cups your breasts with his hands while he kisses you. The one hand is wet with you and he slides his thumb over and over the nipple while thrusting his tongue down your throat. You can feel him hard under his clothes, but then you’re overcome by the culmination of your desire. You can’t stop bucking and shaking and crying. He just keeps on playing until as you come apart in his arms. When finally you are silent and still and weak and spent he lays you on the bed, grinning cheekily and, for the first time since his return, vanishes taking nothing for himself.

Chapter 21

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