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imagine-loki · 5 years ago

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Gifted

TITLE: Gifted (Sequel to Giftless)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 13/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die. Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

You woke to Loki absently petting your hair. He was sitting next to you on the bed with a book in one hand. You looked up at him and smiled blissfully. It was definitely a great way to wake up from a nap. He looked down at you when you moved. “Apologies, darling. I did not mean to wake you,” he said with a soft smile.

You sat up and kissed him softly. “It’s not a problem. What’cha reading?” you asked curiously. You were one of the few people who could get away with interrupting his reading without getting snarled at.

“One of the books Mother sent with more information about the soulbond. I admit that I had not done much research on it previously. It had not seemed necessary,” he said sheepishly. He felt he should’ve known more about it before he performed the ceremony to bind you to him for eternity.

“What? You haven’t read all of the books in the library already?” you teased, grinning up at him.

He laughed, amused and not hurt by your teasing. “I was going to have to wake you soon anyway, darling. It is nearly time for dinner. Are you up to going?” he asked gently.

You nodded; you wouldn’t skip it even if you didn’t feel up to going. Loki’s family was expecting to see you there. Loki knew that about you and gave you a look. “I actually feel up to it and I’m not just saying it,” you promised. Annoying Trickster boyfriend knew you too well. He grinned at you and it just felt so comfortable and like home to be with him. You could tell he loved how comfortable your interactions were too.

“Then we should get ready,” he said and set his book on the table next to his bed before reluctantly climbing out of the comfortable bed. He offered you a hand to help you out and you let him pull you to your feet.

He held you for a minute, wrapped in his arms, then let his magic flow over you both to summon you outfits for dinner. You ended up in a soft black gown with blue accents and soft black ballet flats. Loki sat you down in the chair in his room and brushed out your hair. He enjoyed braiding it, so you let him and didn’t complain. In exchange, you got to braid his. It was a fair trade and one you enjoyed immensely. His design for your hair was simple that night. He swapped places with you when he was done without you having to ask. You brushed his hair out carefully and began work, tying his hair into a half ponytail, leaving a few pieces to frame his face. Before he could see what you were doing, you pulled a dagger from the sheath you wore on your wrist when you was wearing a dress. You cut a lock from the underside of your hair at the nape of your neck where no one would be able to tell it was missing, and braided it in to his hair in a lovelock on the left side of his head, right above his shoulder. You grinned when you were finished. He looked so shocked when he saw it in the mirror. your bright comic-book red hair was obvious braided in with his raven black hair. “What did you-?”

“It is called a lovelock. In ancient times men braided a lock of their loved one’s hair in with theirs, to show their devotion. It was always on the left side, on the heart’s side,” you explained easily. You had been planning on doing this when you came back to Asgard once you had read about the tradition. It was a tradition on Asgard as well as an old Viking one. The vikings had gotten it from somewhere after all. You saw the emotion in his eyes and the absolute love.

He stood and kissed you deeply, seeming to think that the only way to express his gratitude for such a gift. “Then I shall wear it with pride,” he finally replied when the kiss was broken. You had to take a moment to catch your breath as you beamed up at him. He offered you his arm and escorted you to dinner. He stood so tall and proud, and you caught him fingering the braid more than once during your walk.

“I haven’t looked,” you admitted softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Are my eyes still really black?” you asked him, unsure you really wanted the answer.

He inclined his head. “It will fade eventually,” he replied, trying to sound reassuring.

“Won’t the people be…freaked out by it?” you asked, concerned it would look bad on Loki or something. You still didn’t know all the rules of being on Asgard, despite studying the culture.

Loki chuckled and shook his head. “No, most of our people know enough about magic and mages to know exactly what it means,” he replied easily. You weren’t reassured, but didn’t have much choice. You had to go to dinner; it was expected. At least you could use your black eyes as an excuse to leave quickly if you needed to.

You were announced when you entered the dining room and took our seats at the head table with Odin, Frigga, Thor, and his wife Sif. They were all wearing black as well, though less than your mostly black dress. You needed to show your mourning of Torun, since you had been gone for the last year.

Dinner was enjoyable, though Sif kept fretting over your eyes. You promised her that you were alright. Multiple times. You thought she and Frigga were going to sic Thor on you if they even thought you were misbehaving and not resting. It was so very different from your family back home, who kept abusing your healing abilities.

“Sister, what have you been doing on Midgard while Loki has been stuck here?” Thor asked at one point during the meal. You had the feeling that he was trying to find out how you’d gotten in such a state.

“I’ve been going to school to learn to be a proper healer,” you told him with a smile. It was the easiest explanation for the Asgardians of your major in college.

He nodded in appreciation. “That is a difficult profession, an admirable ambition,” he raised his mug of beer in salute.

You smiled and gave him a small nod, accepting the praise. “Lo, are there any good medical books in the library?” you asked Loki while you were thinking about it. He would know and you didn’t want to forget. You were here to rest and would have plenty of time to read.

Loki nodded. “I will show you where they are,” he offered.

“Lo?” Thor boomed in laughter at the nickname. You and Loki both turned red. “You let her call you Lo? He will not let any of us get away with that! We have tried for centuries to give him a nickname. Good job, little sister!” Thor continued laughing. Even Sif and Frigga smiled.

“Sorry, Loki,” you told him softly. You hadn’t meant for him to get called out on it.

“You will pay for that, kitten,” he whispered in your ear. You stiffened, hearing a different voice using that word instead of his. A voice from too many years ago and a scene of the fire flashed in your memory, coming unbidden to your mind.

“Loki, please pick a different nickname,” you told him softly. He looked concerned, afraid he’d hurt you. You shook your head. “Dad used to call me that. He was the only one who could get away with it,” you told him, smiling fondly at the memory, now that you weren’t caught off guard with it.

“Very well,” he replied, concern vanishing with your explanation. “But I will find one, and use it, in front of all of these nice people,” he threatened.

You couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of his threat. “Whatever you say, Lo,” you grinned at him and it took every ounce of your willpower to not stick your tongue out at him. You were at a formal dinner after all, even if their formal rules were a bit lax.

A nervous looking girl approached the head table towards the end of dinner. All the attention turned to her. “Yes, dear?” Frigga asked. She was one of the least intimidating of all of you.

“My queen, the theater troupe I am apprenticed to wished to invite your family to our show this evening. We are performing a new play,” the girl stammered. It had taken all of her courage to approach and say the words. Even Odin softened at the adorable girl.

“Unfortunately, my husband and I already have an engagement this evening, but I am sure the Princes and their Ladies will be glad to see your show. Right?” Frigga asked Thor and Loki, both of whom agreed graciously. The girl curtsied and promised you would have seats set aside for us.

You left the dinner shortly afterwards so you could make it to the theater. The four of you made an impressive procession all done up in your dinner finery. The second you entered the theater, you were led to the best seats in the house. You ended up sitting between Loki and Thor, which was perfectly ok with you. Sif kept looking over at you like the three of you were going to cause all sorts of trouble. You planned no such thing, but trouble kept managing to find you anyway.

The theater filled in around you and soon the chimes announced that the show was ready to start. The crowd grew silent to watch the show. You had no idea what the show was, just that it was new.

Whatever your assumptions were, they were so very, very, very wrong.

It started with actors playing Balder and Loki departing Asgard for their adventure. Are they doing what I think they’re doing? you thought loudly at Loki. You couldn’t use your telepathy with your powers bound, but you’d learned before you had powers a trick for thinking in a certain way so Loki could hear you and he could reply with his telepathy.

/By the norns, I think they are…/ Loki replied, just as shocked as you were.

The actors went to Midgard in their play and Balder tried to take it over, stopped by Loki and warriors, who you assumed were supposed to be the Avengers. You clutched onto Loki’s hand to keep from laughing aloud.

/Oh, shit. They must have gotten the story… oh no/ Loki thought with a hint of panic in his tone.

What? What story did they get?

/I fulfilled the terms of my ‘banishment’ by having an adventure and making my own way. I found my soulbond and together we defeated a worthy adversary, Balder. I am free to move back home if I so choose. I did not tell you yet, since it did not affect anything. I do not have to make any choices, yet, but I had to tell Mother and Father the tale of my adventure. The theater troupe must have gotten ahold of it/

Fuck.

That was the only thought you had. That thought was repeated multiple times throughout the evening, as well as some other colorful words in both English and Asgardian. Especially when the actress playing you appeared on the stage. Thor elbowed you when she did. You just wanted to hide. They really did have the whole story, how you were just a little powerless Midgardian girl who befriended Loki and how you fell in love.

When they got to the scene where you acquired your super powers. You thought your nails left marks in Loki’s hand. Thankfully, your actress was screaming off stage during it and the act of trauma that had blasted open your powers was only heavily implied. You wouldn’t have been able to stand watching it. You could barely stand remembering it as you watched Loki’s actor and the one playing Tony run across the stage to come to your actress’ aid.

/I had no idea they were doing this. I am so sorry, darling/ Loki told you as you crushed his hand tighter in yours. You realized that you was doing the same thing to poor Thor’s hand. You saw his expression harden in concern when you had grabbed his hand. You tried to soften your grip, but he shifted his hand so he was holding yours. It wasn’t romantic, it was comforting and you gave him a small appreciative smile. He squeezed your hand in reply.

They even did, in great detail, the scene where you nearly died and Loki saved you with the soulbond. That scene was hard to watch too. Especially since they recreated it in perfect detail. Thor squeezed your hand again. You felt his concern then and realized he hadn’t known this part of the story. You remembered that he hadn’t been there when Loki had told Odin and Frigga what happened. You squeezed Loki’s hand in reassurance when you saw tears in his eyes as he remembered watching you nearly die in his arms.

At least they did justice to your final battle with Balder. It was a spectacular battle across the stage. They changed some timeline of the events around so they could end with your official soulbond ceremony on Asgard.

There were cheers from the crowd when the play was over. You all stood and applauded politely and took bows when the actors indicated you in their thanks. You said the expected polite nice things to the actors and congratulated their hard work. Loki and Thor made your apologies for not staying longer, reminding them that you were still ill. They believed it from your black eyes.

The four of you left the theater, much more subdued than you had entered it. “What’s wrong with all of you?” Sif asked, dropping some of her formality with the late hour and concern. None of you spoke for a long minute.

“That was…all real,” you finally managed to answer. “A little exaggerated at parts, but all real.” you told her. She hadn’t known. She thought it was a play, a make believe version of events. You wrapped both of your arms around Loki’s waist as you walked. Thor touched your shoulder. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile.

“I’ll be ok, Thor,” you told him. “Just a little unsettled. I wasn’t expecting that,”

“None of us were,” he reassured you. You nodded at what he wasn’t saying. He would have warned you, would have declined for you, had he known what was in the play.

“It was not a bad show…” Loki admitted after another long minute.

“It would have been better if we had been prepared,” Thor grumbled. You walked awhile longer before he changed the subject. “Are you two planning on staying in your suite tonight, or should you be expecting to have to go find you at 3am?” he asked. You appreciated that he was trying to lighten the mood.

“You will find out at 3am,” Loki replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Library or kitchens?” you asked innocently.

“Maybe the gardens tonight,” he mused

“You two are going to be the death of me,” Thor chuckled.

“The roof?” you asked Loki.

“Maybe the catacombs,”

“Isn’t the vault down there?”

You continued your innocent banter all the way back to the family wing. Your suites were fairly close to each other. “Nice braid,” Thor finally commented. Loki touched his braid self-consciously, but grinned at his brother. You saw the pride in his eyes.

“It was a gift from my beloved,” Loki replied. Thor saw the pride and joy in Loki’s eyes and didn’t try to tease him anymore. Instead, he clapped Loki on the shoulder, then took your hand to kiss it.

“You two sleep well so I do not have to come hunting you down,” Thor bid you warmly.

“Night, Thor, Sif,” you waved to them. Loki bid them goodnight and you continued down the hall to your own suite.

“Are you sure you are alright?” Loki asked once you were safely in your suite.

“I’m fine, Lo,” you replied. He rolled his eyes at the reminder of the conversation from earlier. You just laughed and went to find something to wear to bed. It was late and you both needed sleep. You ended up in the same tunic of Loki’s you had worn earlier and he joined you in the bed a minute later. He had let his hair down, but refused to remove the one small braid that had the cut lock of your hair braided into it. You smiled at it and at him before curling up with him to get some sleep.

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