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annachum · 1 year ago
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Asgardian, Vanir, Alfheimr, Olympus, Talokanil, Wakandan and Nidavellir cuisines in MCU HCs
Basically, Asgardians eat a mixture of Ancient Nordic, Medieval and Renaissance European foods
Since it is a colder planet in comparison to Alfheim, Asgard has a number of stews and roasts
Bread and potatoes are literally staples amongst Asgardian cuisine
Oh, and seafood is a popular culinary choice in Asgard too
One of Loki's fave foods is salmon stew btw
In MCU, Vanir cuisines are actually a mix of Central Asian, Slavic, Mongolic and Far East Siberian cuisines
Yeah Vanir culture has some nods to Central Asian, Slavic, Mongolic and Far East Siberian cultures in MCU btw
So the Vanirs LOVE dumplings, stews, LAMB AND MUTTON PREPARED IN ANY WAY, and a hunch of dairy in breakfasts
Light Elven cuisine of Alfheim basically has several nods to Mediterranean and Balkan cuisines
Basically it's got a hunch of fruits and vegetables, sweets and baked treats being VERY popular in Alfheim, and edible flowers are also popular in Alfheim too
Breakfasts are at times served in little trays of breakfast goods with fruit/floral scented tea or coffee ( imagine like an Ottoman style breakfast )
A popular street food includes hand pies of different flavours - sweet, savory, spicy, etc
Also a cultural drink of Alfheim is actually wine - as in different types of wine, not just wine made from grapes ( and the Light Elven grown ups in general LOVE to drink wine )
Dwarven cuisine in Nidavellir basically has a mix of elements of Germanic and Slavic cuisine
Being a more blacksmith geared culture, the Dwarves in general usually eat protein and dairy often as a way to sustain themselves in blacksmith relater stuff ( especially for Dwarven blacksmiths )
The Dwarves in general love a good drink - a cultural drink of Nidavellir is actually beer ( and the Dwarven grown up in general drink A LOT beer )
Wakandan cuisines defo has nods to East African and Nubian cuisines
Wakanda is rife in spices, and alcohol is popular for grown ups in Wakanda in general
Teas and coffees are popular in Wakanda too, amongst the staples of Wakanda include beans and maize
Olympus cuisines are defo have nods to Ancient Roman and Grecian cuisines
Olympus is rife with olives and fruits and vegetables - and the Olympus grown up residents in general LOVE wine
Oh and they also love cheeses ( which is a popular desert in Olympus )
Talokanil cuisines defo have nods to Mayan cuisine
Since they are an underworld kingdom, Namor's family actually managed to figure out underwater agricultural and all And underwater food supplies
Seafood is rife in Talocan, and ofc edible seaweeds and corals are amongst popular cuisines in Talocan
Amongst staples of Talokanil cuisine include maize, chili peppers and beans
And coffee and chocolate drinks are amongsr popular drinks in Talocan
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megamindsecretlair · 2 years ago
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Reunion
Crossposted on @megamindslair
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Two cuss words LOL.
Summary: While out for fuel, you hear a voice that belonged to your confirmed dead best friend Loki. Surely this is a trick, but surely you must investigate.
Word Count: 1,415k
A/N: My first fic! It was just an idea I kicked around. Likely won’t be a “thing”. But I hated the idea that Loki was alive and there was no one but Thor to mourn him. While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to support writers!
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You didn’t have time for this. You rubbed your head as the ogre merchant in front of you tried to haggle over something you already negotiated. A stack of American money in exchange for fuel for your ship. You brought the stack, he brought the fuel. What was the issue?
The merchant prattled on and on about fueling and shipping costs. The unseasonably warm weather chafed under your heavy leather pants and coat. Your boots squelched with the telltale sign of sweat between your toes. You were pissed off and hot, a dangerous combination.
You yanked the canister out of his hand and his eyes widened at your strength. You dropped the bag of money on the ground and then picked up the other canister, each weighing a good quarter ton. You dipped your head in thanks to the merchant and walked off, his useless screaming behind you.
You walked towards the docking area maneuvering around busybodies. This realm was new to travelers and the world had made hasty accommodations for all manners of ships, merchants, travelers, and the like. The realm was still untainted by modern hands. There were rolling hills of green, crisp blue sky, and trees as tall as mountains. 
The dock was new. A small city had been erected to dock and service ships, eateries had popped up offering both local and foreign cuisine, and shops cropped up with the latest fashion.
Vanaheim had seen better days. The Vanir who stayed after the war retreated to the forests, hidden away in their alcoves. The Vanir who returned made a treaty with them to leave the forests alone and all would be well. 
You took a deep breath for the familiar smells of home. Earthy scents and fresh bread.
“This way, I know a spot.” 
You froze. You knew that voice. But it was impossible. 
Despite the heat, cold seeped into your veins. Your breathing turned shallow. Your head swiveled looking for the source.
There were suddenly too many people. People of all shapes and sizes, colors and temperament milled about aimlessly or on their way to do business. You moved around them but for each person you passed, three more took their spot.
You heard him. Clear as any bell. Your eyes darted to and fro searching for a ghost. You growled when you couldn’t make heads or tails of the setting before you. It was too much and you were already in a dark mood. 
Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you again. Perhaps it only sought to torture you of days past. 
You turned to head back towards your ship, cursing the distraction, when you bumped into someone. You looked up, apology on your lips, when you saw him. Your mouth hung slack as you took in your formerly dead best friend. Though, best friend was too small a concept. You dropped the canisters on the ground and stared.
Loki, prince of Asgard, stood in front of you in a…suit of all things. He blinked at you. And you started to giggle. A giggle turned into a chuckle, which then morphed into howling. The type of howling that hurt your sides and made you gasp with effort. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
He called out your name softly, surprise making his eyes wide. Gods it wasn’t fair. He looked exactly the same. His hair was shorter, but still combed away from his face. His face was all sharp lines with a regal nose and strong jawline. 
“It’s really you, right?” You asked. Your eyes had played tricks on you before. Your mind was far from easy and after so much loss, this very well may be a ruse or a trick of the sun. You lifted your hand and hovered it above his arm but you were too afraid to touch him.
If this was a cruel trick of the gods, if he wasn’t real…
His long fingers wrapped around your wrist. You sighed. He was real. Gods he was real.
You threw your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes since he was much taller. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you just as fiercely.
“I can’t believe – what are you doing here?” You asked. Of all the places you imagined meeting up with him, Vanaheim wasn’t at the top of the list.
Though you pulled back, you kept in constant contact. You held his hands, you crowded his space. He was here.
“Bit of a long story,” he said. 
“This is cute, but we’re late.” You turned to the sound, noting a short man with a bushy mustache, blond hair, and a big nose. He was dressed in a similar suit like Loki’s and you looked between them. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
“Are you two in a band?” You asked.
Loki looked down at his outfit and smiled. “Another long story,” he said. 
“There’s a million things I want to ask you right now,” you said. Questions swirled in your head, each too quick to pick one. You wanted to ask him everything but the questions were too small. Even though you held him, you felt as if he would disappear. As if you were his only tether to the mortal realm. 
“There’s a million answers I want to give,” he said. His crystal blue eyes bore into you with an expression that was likely mirrored in your own eyes. It was awe, disbelief, relief, happiness, apprehension. It was too much and not enough. 
“But we really do have to go, our window is closing,” he said with a sigh. 
“What? No. I just..you’re alive, no,” you stuttered. You shook your head. Loki brought his hands up to cradle your neck. His fingers deftly stroked your cheek. “I promise I’ll explain everything,” he said.
You stared at him. This…this was not the Loki you remembered. Since when did he promise sincerely or wasn’t ready with a quip sharp enough to break glass? 
“What the hell is going on?” You asked.
“We need to go,” the man beside him said. You scowled at the man. He could damn well wait.
“What about Thor? Does he know you’ve returned?” You asked.
Pain shuttered Loki’s eyes shut. He dropped his hands from your face.  “No, please don’t tell him,” he said.
“I-it’s really complicated, and we truly don’t have time for it now. I promise, I’ll explain,” he said. 
The man beside him turned to walk away. Loki walked backwards a few steps, leaving your bubble of space. 
“No,” you said. He had to stay and explain what was going on. He had to explain how he was alive and why he didn’t want Thor to know about it. It wasn’t like you knew where Thor was at present, but the guy wasn’t hard to find.
“Come with us,” Loki said. 
“What?” You and the horrible man gave Loki twisted scowls. 
“I can explain some of it on the way. Come with us, but it has to be right now,” he said. 
You looked down at the canisters and then up towards your ship. You were in between jobs so there was nothing keeping you from going. But your crew…
You poked the earpiece in your ear. Your ship’s first mate was a burly man named Tig. He was a teddy bear, but only after he considered you family. 
“Come get these canisters and fuel up. I need to take care of something for a few days,” you said when Tig answered on comms.
As if you would really pass up a chance to see what was going on. Curiosity will likely be the death of you, but fuck it. Great stories never started with, “but responsibility”. 
“What are you talking about? Where are you?” 
Down the dock with other smaller crafts, Tig leaned out of the ship. He scanned for you, you weren’t terribly far, and he waved. 
“Come get them. I’ll check in when I’m ready. Take the crew for leave and I’ll catch up to you.” 
Loki grinned and held out his hand. This was absolutely nuts. This was perhaps the dumbest thing you’d ever done and that was saying something, considering you used to hang out with Loki, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three.
But you couldn’t let him go, not without a guarantee that you’d see him again. So you placed your hands in his and followed him, just like old times.
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megamindslair · 2 years ago
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Reunion
Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair
Warnings: Two cuss words LOL. Loki x Black!Reader
Summary: While out for fuel, you hear a voice that belonged to your confirmed dead best friend Loki. Surely this is a trick, but surely you must investigate.
Word Count:  1,415k
A/N: My first fic! It was just an idea I kicked around. Likely won’t be a “thing”. But I hated the idea that Loki was alive and there was no one but Thor to mourn him. 
Reunion
You didn’t have time for this. You rubbed your head as the ogre merchant in front of you tried to haggle over something you already negotiated. A stack of American money in exchange for fuel for your ship. You brought the stack, he brought the fuel. What was the issue?
The merchant prattled on and on about fueling and shipping costs. The unseasonably warm weather chafed under your heavy leather pants and coat. Your boots squelched with the telltale sign of sweat between your toes. You were pissed off and hot, a dangerous combination.
You yanked the canister out of his hand and his eyes widened at your strength. You dropped the bag of money on the ground and then picked up the other canister, each weighing a good quarter ton. You dipped your head in thanks to the merchant and walked off, his useless screaming behind you.
You walked towards the docking area maneuvering around busybodies. This realm was new to travelers and the world had made hasty accommodations for all manners of ships, merchants, travelers, and the like. The realm was still untainted by modern hands. There were rolling hills of green, crisp blue sky, and trees as tall as mountains. 
The dock was new. A small city had been erected to dock and service ships, eateries had popped up offering both local and foreign cuisine, and shops cropped up with the latest fashion.
Vanaheim had seen better days. The Vanir who stayed after the war retreated to the forests, hidden away in their alcoves. The Vanir who returned made a treaty with them to leave the forests alone and all would be well. 
You took a deep breath for the familiar smells of home. Earthy scents and fresh bread.
“This way, I know a spot.” 
You froze. You knew that voice. But it was impossible. 
Despite the heat, cold seeped into your veins. Your breathing turned shallow. Your head swiveled looking for the source.
There were suddenly too many people. People of all shapes and sizes, colors and temperament milled about aimlessly or on their way to do business. You moved around them but for each person you passed, three more took their spot.
You heard him. Clear as any bell. Your eyes darted to and fro searching for a ghost. You growled when you couldn’t make heads or tails of the setting before you. It was too much and you were already in a dark mood. 
Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you again. Perhaps it only sought to torture you of days past. 
You turned to head back towards your ship, cursing the distraction, when you bumped into someone. You looked up, apology on your lips, when you saw him. Your mouth hung slack as you took in your formerly dead best friend. Though, best friend was too small a concept. You dropped the canisters on the ground and stared.
Loki, prince of Asgard, stood in front of you in a…suit of all things. He blinked at you. And you started to giggle. A giggle turned into a chuckle, which then morphed into howling. The type of howling that hurt your sides and made you gasp with effort. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.
He called out your name softly, surprise making his eyes wide. Gods it wasn’t fair. He looked exactly the same. His hair was shorter, but still combed away from his face. His face was all sharp lines with a regal nose and strong jawline. 
“It’s really you, right?” You asked. Your eyes had played tricks on you before. Your mind was far from easy and after so much loss, this very well may be a ruse or a trick of the sun. You lifted your hand and hovered it above his arm but you were too afraid to touch him.
If this was a cruel trick of the gods, if he wasn’t real…
His long fingers wrapped around your wrist. You sighed. He was real. Gods he was real.
You threw your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes since he was much taller. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you just as fiercely.
“I can’t believe – what are you doing here?” You asked. Of all the places you imagined meeting up with him, Vanaheim wasn’t at the top of the list.
Though you pulled back, you kept in constant contact. You held his hands, you crowded his space. He was here.
“Bit of a long story,” he said. 
“This is cute, but we’re late.” You turned to the sound, noting a short man with a bushy mustache, blond hair, and a big nose. He was dressed in a similar suit like Loki’s and you looked between them. You bit your lip to keep from laughing.
“Are you two in a band?” You asked.
Loki looked down at his outfit and smiled. “Another long story,” he said. 
“There’s a million things I want to ask you right now,” you said. Questions swirled in your head, each too quick to pick one. You wanted to ask him everything but the questions were too small. Even though you held him, you felt as if he would disappear. As if you were his only tether to the mortal realm. 
“There’s a million answers I want to give,” he said. His crystal blue eyes bore into you with an expression that was likely mirrored in your own eyes. It was awe, disbelief, relief, happiness, apprehension. It was too much and not enough. 
“But we really do have to go, our window is closing,” he said with a sigh. 
“What? No. I just..you’re alive, no,” you stuttered. You shook your head. Loki brought his hands up to cradle your neck. His fingers deftly stroked your cheek. “I promise I’ll explain everything,” he said.
You stared at him. This…this was not the Loki you remembered. Since when did he promise sincerely or wasn’t ready with a quip sharp enough to break glass? 
“What the hell is going on?” You asked.
“We need to go,” the man beside him said. You scowled at the man. He could damn well wait.
“What about Thor? Does he know you’ve returned?” You asked.
Pain shuttered Loki’s eyes shut. He dropped his hands from your face.  “No, please don’t tell him,” he said.
“I-it’s really complicated, and we truly don’t have time for it now. I promise, I’ll explain,” he said. 
The man beside him turned to walk away. Loki walked backwards a few steps, leaving your bubble of space. 
“No,” you said. He had to stay and explain what was going on. He had to explain how he was alive and why he didn’t want Thor to know about it. It wasn’t like you knew where Thor was at present, but the guy wasn’t hard to find.
“Come with us,” Loki said. 
“What?” You and the horrible man gave Loki twisted scowls. 
“I can explain some of it on the way. Come with us, but it has to be right now,” he said. 
You looked down at the canisters and then up towards your ship. You were in between jobs so there was nothing keeping you from going. But your crew…
You poked the earpiece in your ear. Your ship’s first mate was a burly man named Tig. He was a teddy bear, but only after he considered you family. 
“Come get these canisters and fuel up. I need to take care of something for a few days,” you said when Tig answered on comms.
As if you would really pass up a chance to see what was going on. Curiosity will likely be the death of you, but fuck it. Great stories never started with, “but responsibility”. 
“What are you talking about? Where are you?” 
Down the dock with other smaller crafts, Tig leaned out of the ship. He scanned for you, you weren’t terribly far, and he waved. 
“Come get them. I’ll check in when I’m ready. Take the crew for leave and I’ll catch up to you.” 
Loki grinned and held out his hand. This was absolutely nuts. This was perhaps the dumbest thing you’d ever done and that was saying something, considering you used to hang out with Loki, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three.
But you couldn’t let him go, not without a guarantee that you’d see him again. So you placed your hands in his and followed him, just like old times.
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imagine-loki · 5 years ago
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Ragnarok
TITLE: Ragnarok
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1: King of the Dumpsters
AUTHOR: traveling-classicist
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you take care Odin when he was homeless on Midgard (based on the deleted scene from Ragnarok). You take him in and listen his crazy stories about Asgard and Thor thinking he’s just some crazy hobo who needs help. Then one day, Thor and Loki break into your apartment looking for their father. Hela returns in your living room and insanity ensues.
RATING: T
AO3 Link: Here
NOTES/WARNINGS: Mentions of homelessness and mentions of alcoholism in this chapter
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Theo jockeyed through the crowd of pedestrians on the sidewalk. She had a skip in her step. She was finally ready. After Jacob moved out and she cleaned everything up in her apartment, she was finally ready for a new roommate and she knew just the man. As she reached Hell’s Kitchen, she started looking down the side streets and alleys, looking for him. This is where he liked to hang out. With Times Square and Broadway so close by, there were plenty of generous tourists to give him money or leftovers or even the occasional beer.
            She was beginning to worry as she walked further down the streets. She hadn’t seen him yet or any pedestrians running away screaming, which was often a good sign he was nearby. She hoped he hadn’t been picked up again. The poor guy did not need to spend another night in jail. Sometimes this city was so cruel to its people, even the most unfortunate of them. Mostly the most unfortunate of them. She glanced down an alleyway and was relieved to find him digging through a dumpster. She walked towards him.
            “Finding anything of use, today?” she asked. He was halfway in the dumpster, only legs sticking out. He jumped when she spoke and fell into the dumpster.
“Go away! This is the domain of Odin, King of the Dumpsters!” the old man shouted, his voice echoed in the dumpster. Theo walked closer. Standing on her tippy toes, she looked inside. She ducked just in time as a half empty bottle of whiskey sailed past her head. She crouched down beside the dumpster, putting her hands up to cover her face, as it slammed into the brick wall behind her, shattering and spraying whiskey all over her.
“Odin! Geez, you could’ve hit me!” she shouted at him. “It’s me, Theo! We talked about this; you can’t throw things at people. Wait, did you say, King of the Dumpsters?” Theo said, putting her hands on her hips.
“Mimir told me to use it. He said it was fitting,” he said, rising up from inside the dumpster. He wore a tattered red jacket and layers of stinky, dirty clothes. He wore the hat she had given him. His eye was still covered in grimy bandages. His breath stank of alcohol again. “You interrupted me, Theo. I was attending to very important, kingly, business.”
Theo’s expression fell flat. “In the dumpsters?”
“You don’t understand, girl. I have a kingdom to run.”
“Is that right?”
“I thought perhaps you might be the Einherjar. That’s the last thing I need is them, hauling me off to the prisons again.”
            “You mean the police?”
            “Oh, yes, that’s what you call them.”
  ��         “Come on, you crazy old fart, you’re coming with me today,” she said, trying to help him out of the dumpster.
            “Oh, no! I’ve got a full day ahead of me. I’m meeting with the council on 47th street,” he said, turning around in the rubbish, looking for something.
            “Is that right?”
            “Yes. They need to know that the streets of Asgard are becoming very dirty. Look at all this rubbish! Can hardly walk anywhere.”
            “Right. Well, you are in a dumpster—”
            “And then, Mimir was telling me about the kitchens on 45th street. Apparently, they’re dumping a lot of good food out in their dumpsters. But I must stay away from that Thai food this time. Just like Vanir cuisine, that is. All those spices. Burns just as hot coming out the other end!”
            “I don’t need to know that—”
            “And then, my son is supposed to be coming soon. You know, I’ve told you. Thor? He’s coming to get me.”
            “Odin, please,” she said.
            “No! No! I know he is this time. I can feel it. That or the leftover curry I had last night. I can never tell the difference,” he said, rubbing his belly.
            “I think it’s probably the curry. Will you please just come with me?” she pleaded.
            “No, no, no. I’m busy. A king is always busy. Busy, busy, busy.”
            “Yes, I know but there’s a Nor’easter coming in tonight, and I don’t want you out here in it. Please, come back to my place. I have a free room now.”
            “Woman, I’m fine! Look,” he said, nimbly hopping out of the dumpster to Theo’s surprise. He walked to a stolen shopping cart and pulled out the sleeping bag she had given him months ago. “I have the blanket you brought me and the coat and the gloves and the hat and the scarf and the boots,” he said, pointing to each item in turn. “I’m sure I’m ready for any weather Midgard can throw at me.”
            “No, Odin. Those are good for when it’s cold like this, but it’s going to get worse tonight. The shelters are already full, and I knew you wouldn’t go to one. Jacob’s moved out now. He got a job as a janitor and his own place in Jersey, so the room’s free now. Please, come with me.”
            He looked up at her with his single, blue eye. He seemed to look right through her at the brick wall.
“Please?” she said, with a smile. A smile crept across his face.
            “Theo! It’s good to see you!”
            “It’s good to see you too,” she said, pretending he had not just forgotten their conversation. “Odin, I have a free room now. It’s yours, okay, come on!”
            “A room? Oh, you mean chambers!”
            “Yes, chambers! And their all yours. Come on!” She quickly took his hand before he could change his mind and led him out of the alley. They walked a few blocks, Theo making sure Odin stayed right with her.
            They passed shop windows and brightly lit theaters, restaurants lined with diners and cafes teeming with hipsters. Odin looked inside each window as if searching for someone. Theo took his arm to keep control of him. He turned to her and frowned.
            “Where are we going?”
            “We’re going to my apartment, remember? I’ve got your chambers all set up for you.”
            “Oh, no, no, no. I’m very busy today,” he said, pulling away from her. “I have to wait for Thor, that’s what the Doctor said. ‘Wait for Thor,’ he said. And I have to meet with the council to discuss these filthy streets. And—”
            “I’ve canceled your plans; you need a bath,” she cut him off before he could come up with some other excuse.
            “I had a bath yesterday,” he said, folding his arms like a child reporting to his mother.
            “Which yesterday?”
            He shook his head a moment. “Oh, a few yesterdays ago. I can’t remember.”
            “Alright, so you need one. And you need a good meal that’s apparently not Thai or Indian,” she said, taking his arm again and continuing up the street.
            “Oh, and beer! Do you have any beer?”
            She frowned at him. She knew he had an alcohol abuse problem that she did not want to encourage. She didn’t really blame him after everything that had happened to him. Abandoned by his family and the nursing home that had been caring for him, he had nothing else to turn to; no one else to turn to. Until she had met him, that is.
            “I may have a little bit of beer at home but there’s some rules, so you’ll have to wait.”
            “Oh, alright,” he said, gruffly.
            They continued up 8th Ave towards the park. The air was cold, and the wind nipped at their faces. The storm was set to hit them that evening, so Theo knew she needed to get Odin settled quickly.
            “Oh, look, a park,” Odin said.
            Theo couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that’s Central Park.”
            “How quaint. You know, I love the way you Midgardians rope off nature like this. Build up all around it like you’ve conquered your little world and made it yours.”
            “You don’t get out of Hell’s Kitchen much, do you?”
            “You mean ‘Hela’s Kitchen’. I was waiting for my son there.”
            Theo smiled and shook her head. Odin was known around the streets as the crazy hobo god. He thought he was the Norse king of the gods. He always talked about Asgard and Midgard and his son, Thor. Like the Avenger Thor. No one believed him, of course. The poor old man was suffering terribly from dementia and probably schizophrenia as well. Theo had caught him several times talking to the air, speaking to someone called Frigga.
            They cut across the park, taking some winding trails past ponds and huge trees and massive rocks. Odin looked around as if dazed.
            “This doesn’t look like the city?” he said.
            “We’re still in the city, silly. We just cut across the park. Central Park, remember? We’re going to my house.”
            “You live in here? In the woods?”
            “No!” she said, laughing and taking his arm. “I live on the other side of the park! Over there, see that’s the Met, I’m across the street and down a ways.”
            “Oh, I was beginning to question your choice of a homestead.”
            “You are so funny.”
            “Am I?”
            “Yes.”
            “I don’t think anyone has ever described me that way.”
            “Well, they’re clearly mistaken.”
            They crossed in front of the Met Museum and walked down the street. The buzz of 5th Ave faded behind them, as they crossed into a quieter neighborhood. Quieter for New York, at least. Theo unlocked the front door of her apartment block and peeked inside. Her landlord didn’t like to see non-tenants in the building and he definitely didn’t like Theo’s homeless friends. Determining that the coast was clear, Theo led him inside.
            “Why are we sneaking?” Odin whispered, harshly.
            Theo snickered. “We have to steer clear of my landlord.”
            “Oh, very well.”
            She pressed the button for the elevator and waited. When it came to the ground floor, the doors opened smoothly, revealing her sleek-looking landlord, Alex. Her heart sank. Now, she was going to hear it.
Alex looked at her with contempt and then raised a brow at Odin.
            “Bringing your little friends back again, Theo? You know, we talked about this. I’ll have to put another strike on your—”
            Theo interrupted, “This isn’t one of my ‘little friends’. This is… my dad.”
            “Your… dad?”
            “Pleased to meet you, my lord,” Odin said, extending his hand.
            Alex recoiled a little. “Eh, hi. How long will he be staying?”
            “Well, that’s not really any of your business, now is it?” Theo said, glaring at the tuxedoed hipster. “You’re a landlord of an apartment block, not the manager of a hotel. May we get on, please?”
            “Just make sure he doesn’t bother anybody,” Alex said.
            Theo rolled her eyes and pushed past him, leading Odin in by his hand. Alex stepped off the elevator and watched them as the doors closed. Once they were closed, Theo flipped him off.
            “Well, that’s very rude, young lady. He seemed like a nice young man,” Odin said. “He’d be a very good match for you, I think.”
            “Pfft. I don’t think so. Guy’s a prick,” Theo sighed. “And if he knew who you were, he’d kick you out on the streets in this storm without another thought.”
            “Well then, he is clearly very skilled in illusion, because I thought he was quite nice. You know, my other son is good at magic.”
            “You mean Loki?” Theo asked, shuddering a little at the thought of the man that had caused her so much grief.
            “Mmm. He was a strange boy but a good sorcerer. He had Frigga to thank for that. She loved him so much.”
            “Right,” Theo said, rather shortly. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings but she did not want to talk about Loki, even the fake one Odin liked to talk about. She had assumed he was another who was traumatized by the Battle of New York. Traumatized to insanity.
            The doors opened onto the 14th floor and they stepped out. The hallway was pristine and white, radiating a modern architectural aesthetic. Theo led him to her apartment.
            “Okay, so we live in apartment number 1414. See?” She pointed to the number on the door.
            “One thousand four hundred and fourteen people live here? It looks so small.”
            “Welcome to New York,” Theo said, opening the door. Her apartment was as crisp and clean as the hallway. Wooden floors gave way to sleek, white walls and gray concrete. A great wall of windows gave them a lovely view above the surrounding buildings and just a bit of the park. She had house plants lined up on shelves along the windows. A small table and chairs took up one side, while a petite kitchen took up the other. The living room was made up of a couch and a few armchairs surrounding a coffee table. One whole wall was lined with a great, black bookshelf that stood from floor to ceiling, packed full with books.
            “Come on in,” she said to Odin.
            “Well, this is very humble,” he said, looking around with a smile.
            “Beats sleeping out in the cold.”
            He took her arm, gently. “Thank you, Theo.”
            She smiled at him. “You’re welcome. Come on, let’s get you settled in.”
            She walked over to the kitchen and opened a cupboard. It was lined with boxes and cups filled with various toiletries in neat packaging. She pulled out a toothbrush and a little tube of toothpaste, along with some hotel-sized shampoo and conditioner bottles and a bar of soap.
            “Let’s see, here’s some shower stuff. There’s a towel and washcloth in there already. Here’s a toothbrush and toothpaste. Do you want to shave?”
            “Shave? This beard? What would people swear to, then? They can’t say ‘By Odin’s Beard!’ if Odin has no beard!”
            “Alright, alright! No razor, then. Geez, men are so possessive of their facial hair. Here, at least take a comb and comb it out. Your hair, too.” He took the comb and toiletries and grumbled to himself. “Wait, wait! Don’t go yet! I’ve got new clothes for you too. Hold on.”
            She ran to a closet by the door and pulled out a shopping bag. She gave it to Odin. He stared inside for a moment and then looked up at her with a tear in his eye.
            “Oh, now don’t do that, or I’ll start crying,” she said, trying to choke back tears.
            “Why are you doing this for me? A mad old man in the streets.”
            “Because you’re my friend.”
            He looked down at his feet. “I don’t deserve your kindness.”
            “Oh, that’s nonsense. Go on, go shower so you’ll feel better. Second door on the left.” She pointed down a hallway that led away from the dining room table. He shuffled off and closed the door. A few moments later, Theo heard the shower turn on.
            “Phew,” she sighed. She’d finally gotten him to come with her. It wasn’t the first time she had offered Odin her spare room. Practically every time it became available, she would go to him first. He always gave an excuse about going to some council meeting or going to observe the kingdom or the armory or the weapons vault or whatever crazy excuse he could come up with. She just chalked it up to his age. People of his generation were so stubborn when it came to accepting help from others.
            She had bailed him out several times after he had been picked up for public intoxication or aggressive behavior or petty theft from dumpsters. The police had no other contact on file for him, so they normally just called her to pick him up. He was a drunk, sad, old man. She felt bad for him.
            She turned to the kitchen and started pulling out pots and pans to make dinner. The skies were starting to darken, and tiny snowflakes were beginning to fall. She wished she had more rooms to take more people in. She had been doing this for a couple years now and had helped many people get back on their feet or find help. But when winter came, she always felt bad for not being able to do more.
After a while, the shower stopped, and Odin emerged in his new clothes. Theo had gotten him a few outfits: a flannel button down and some jeans, some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and a nicer button down and slacks. He came out in the flannel and jeans.
            She smiled at him. “How do you feel?”
            “Better,” he said. He had combed his hair and beard. They were a much purer white now than the gray they had become with the grime. He was still wearing those filthy bandages over his eye.
            “Oh, I nearly forgot. Take off those old bandages. I have an eyepatch for you.” She reached into the cupboard and pulled out a black eyepatch from a pharmaceutical bag. “Here,” she said, handing it to him.
            “Thank you.”
            “Is that a recent injury, Odin? Every time I’ve seen you, you’ve had those on but has anyone ever looked at it?”
            “Oh, this old thing is centuries old. I received it far before your ancestors even thought of sailing to this land.”
            “Right, well, let me look at it anyways.”
            “No, it’s very ugly. You wouldn’t want to see it.”
            “Odin, please. I’ve worked in an ER before. Believe me, I’ve seen a lot worse.”
            “Are you a healer?”
            “Ha, no. I just admitted people, but I learned a lot there from the nurses and doctors, so please, just let me look.”
            He removed the bandages, revealing a jagged scar across where his eye had once been. The eye was long gone but the hole it left was expertly sealed. Theo examined it. She was surprised with how precise the surgery to the eye was. She hadn’t really seen anything like it but then again, she was no MD. It was clean and well healed and that’s what mattered.
            “Alright, well try this on. I had one leftover from a while back. I think it adjusts.”
            He pulled the strap over his head. “Why did you have a leftover eyepatch?”
            “I got in a fight at the bar… with a door.”
            “Did you win?”
            “You should see the door,” she said, laughing.
            “Ha! Well done!”
            They laughed for a bit before Theo returned to the kitchen counter.
            “What are you hungry for?” she asked. “I was thinking chicken and steamed veggies. How does that sound? No Thai. No curry.”
            “That sounds wonderful.”
            Theo cooked up the chicken and vegetables while Odin sat at the kitchen table and watched the storm move in. She plated their meal and served it to him, setting her plate down across from him. She returned to the cupboards for two glasses and poured them some water from the tap. She sat down across from Odin and started eating.
            “Do you have any beer?” he asked, looking at the water.
            She knew the question would come eventually. She was hoping that if she served him the water, he would drink it and not think about the beer.
            “Why don’t you drink the water first, and eat, and then we can see if you’re still up for a drink.”
            He nodded, though a bit disappointed. What sort of meal was served with water instead of beer or wine or mead? But, not wanting to seem rude, as he was her guest, after all, he nodded and ate. They ate quietly and listened as the wind began to pick up through the tall buildings.
            “I’m really glad you decided to come with me, Odin. I was so worried you’d be stuck out in this. People die in storms like this, you know. I want you to stay here. You can stay as long as you need to.”
            “That is very gracious of you, Lady Theo, but I know that Thor is coming for me soon.”
            “Okay, well, in the meantime, I want you to stay here.”
            He nodded at his finished plate. “Do you have any beer?”
            Theo sighed. “Alright, you get one glass, okay.” She walked to the refrigerator and opened a can of Bud Light and poured it into a glass.”
            She brought it over to him and he drank. He made a sour face and put the glass down. “Why don’t you people make good beer?”
            “Well, that’s what I have, so.” He shrugged and drank the rest in one gulp. “We do need to go over some house rules, though, okay?” she said.
            “Yes,” he said, giving his full attention to her.
            “Rule number one: Don’t steal from me. That includes food and booze and anything else in this apartment. I do this because you’re my friend, but I won’t be taken advantage of.”
            “Of course,” he replied.
            “Rule number two: Don’t invite any friends over. My landlord looks for every excuse to boot me out of here and if you bring someone over, he’ll kick us both out on the streets.”
            He nodded his agreement.
            “Rule number three: No drugs. I know you have an alcohol problem and I’m happy to help you work on it, but drugs are a no-no in this house.”
            “You won’t have to worry about it,” he said. “Wait, an alcohol problem? I don’t have an alcohol problem!”
            “Odin, you told me you were the king of the dumpsters today with a half empty bottle of whiskey in your hand, which you then threw at me.”
            “I found it like that,” he said, folding his arms. “And you startled me.”
            “Right, well, we’re going to work on that.”
            “Do you have any whiskey?”
            “No,” she said, firmly.
            “Mmm,” he grumbled.
            Theo felt strange being so firm with him. Normally, when she invited a friend to live with her, it was their choice. When they accepted her help, they accepted her full help, which normally meant getting clean or sober and getting back on their feet again, regardless of their complaints or withdrawals. She helped them manage themselves and that was part of the deal. Since it was their choice, she didn’t feel bad being firm with them, but Odin never wanted to accept her help. Even still, he had come with her this time.
            “Rule number four: Clean up after yourself. I’m a friend, not a maid.”
            “You don’t have any servants?”
            “No, Odin, I don’t have servants. Cleaning up after yourself builds character, just do it.”
            He shrugged.
            “Rule number five: No weapons in my house. No guns, no knives, no bludgeons, no nothing. Understand?
            “Yes. Oh, what about staves?”
            “No. No staves either.”
            “Mmm,” he grumbled again.
            “Understand?”
            “Fine.”
            “Rule number six: My room is off limits. You can go anywhere else in this apartment but do not go into my room. That’s my space. If I’m here, and you need something, feel free to knock just don’t let yourself in. Just common courtesy, you know?”
            “Seems fair,” he said.
            “And I’ll respect your space as well. Just remember that rule number four applies to your room too.”
            “Very well, what else?”
            “Rule number seven: I’m putting my trust in you because I know you’re a good person. I just ask that you put your trust in me to help you.”
            “That’s not a rule,” he said, smiling.
            “No, but I would really like if you follow it.”
            “I trust you, Lady Theo.”
            “It’s just Theo, no ‘Lady’, please.”
            “Very well.”
            “That’s really all I have. I just want you to respect me and this house, to be honest. And I want you to be safe and off the streets.”
            “I will accept your rules and agree to them. You are a very kind young woman, Theo. I am truly grateful to you.”
            The wind whistled past the window outside, blowing thick flurries of snow against the windows. Odin watched somberly.
            “Do you think my sons will come for me?” he asked after a while.
            “Oh, Odin. I’m sure they will,” Theo said. She didn’t really believe it herself, but he seemed so saddened by the thought of being abandoned. “Do you have a way to contact them?”
            “No. Not anymore,” he said.
            “I’m sorry. Well, I’ll keep on the lookout for them. See if there’s anyone asking around for you. I’ll call my friends too and see if they know anything. In the meantime, we’ll wait here, okay?”
            “Very well.”
            When they were done eating, Theo cleared the table. After the servants comment, she thought Odin may have some trouble with rule number four. He watched her as she loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and washed out the pans she had cooked with. It was his first night here, so she didn’t care that much.
            “Here, I’ll show you to your room, I mean, chambers,” she said, smiling at the way she had to talk to him.
            “Oh, yes, thank you,” he said, standing.
            She walked down the hall and pointed into the first room.
            “This one is yours. There’s a bed and a desk and a lamp. The wifi is written down there on the bulleting board but I don’t think you have a phone, do you?”
            “What’s a phone?”
            “Right, well, don’t worry about that, then. Feel free to get settled in. I’ll be up for a while. You’re welcome to peruse the bookshelf in the living room if you want to read. I don’t have a tv though, I hope that’s alright.
            “What’s a tv?” he asked.
            She laughed. “Well, then don’t worry about that either. If you like to read, let me know. We can get you set up with a card at the library too.”
            “Oh, that would be very nice. You know, I used to have my own library?”
            “Did you?” she asked, folding her arms and leaning up against the doorframe.
            “Yes, it was massive and marvelous. There were books from all nine of the realms there. Even yours.”
            “Is that so? Sounds wonderful. Anything good from little old Midgard?”
            “Well, I know your people are in love with that Shakespeare fellow but I rather preferred Sun Tzu.”
            “You mean, The Art of War?”
            “Yes, that’s the one.”
            “Well, I guess it’s a good classic too. You didn’t like Shakespeare?”
            “No, blah!” he said, sticking his tongue out. “Never cared too much for plays, myself. My queen did, though. She went to plays with our son, Loki, all the time.”
            “Ah, well, I guess Shakespeare’s not for everyone. Anyways, feel free to look over my little library. It may not be as great as yours was but it’s got some good ones in there, I think.
            “Oh, yeah. My room is down there at the end of the hall,” she said, pointing back across the living down the other hallway. “Linens are in this closet, here, but I’ve put fresh ones on your bed already. I think that’s everything. It’s a pretty small apartment. Especially, for how much I pay for it. But it’s cozy and warm.”
            “Thank you, Theo,” he said. She could tell he was very grateful. His whole demeanor had changed. He seemed more content than the man that had thrown a whiskey bottle at her head a few hours ago. Maybe giving him a glass of alcohol a night would help him stabilize. She had heard of therapy for alcoholics that utilized that method.
            She left him and walked to her room. Quietly, she closed the door behind her and undressed, getting into her pajamas. She sat on the bed for a while and answered emails on her laptop. The wind howled at the window. She closed her eyes.
She hated these storms. They reminded her of all the storms she had spent out on the street. She would never wish that on another person but she knew there were people out there now. She only hoped they had found somewhere warm to spend the night.
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wolfpawn · 5 years ago
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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 20
Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.
Chapter Summary -  Ella joins Loki for dinner, causing Loki to pass a slight comment with startling results. 
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Ella walked towards Loki’s rooms apprehensively. She worried that everything was not as he was portraying and that there was something afoot that she was not aware of. Nothing made her more uncomfortable than not knowing what she was dealing with, and with Loki, she had no idea what was his situation, of how he thought, and that unnerved her. When she got to the door, she hesitated. The last time she went to those rooms, she felt as though she had been struck by Mjolnir as Loki and his brothers mocked her after one of the most miserable nights of her entire life. She forced herself to shake those memories from her mind. When she chose to walk back to Loki and ask him if things would be different, when she walked towards her father and defied his command to return to Asgard, she chose to leave that moment in the past. She chose to not hold onto it, now she had to honour that choice that she herself, willfully made. Inhaling deeply, she knocked on the door and waited with bated breath.
When Loki opened it, she gave a polite smile and curtsied slightly. “Your Highness.”
Loki felt a tightness in his throat at her manner. Come in, please.” She passed him and entered the rooms. “Also, I think it best if you address me simply by my name. It does not seem right, since we are attempting to do this right, also, I do not wish to give the impression I am…” “Of course, I understand.” Ella nodded. She looked around apprehensively.
“Are you alright?” Loki was unsure what was causing her to be so wary.
“Yes, fine. But I have to ask, why did you invite me here?” She spoke quickly, almost too quickly.
Loki could barely understand what she said with the pace she spoke. “For dinner, to simply speak with you. If we are to try and make this work, if we are to not repeat past mistakes, we must become more in tune with one another, and that cannot occur if we rarely see one another.” “That is true.”
“Why are you so suspicious?”
“Because I do not know you, and when I do not know someone and their motives, I do not feel comfortable in their presence. You may very well be my mate or husband, whichever of our realm’s terms you wish to use, but I don’t know your character, not the true one and that unsettles me, as I do not know how to act around you as a result.” “What do you mean, my ‘true one’?” “The man I bore witness to is not the one that tends to his realm and his people to the point that he will exhaust himself for them. The man that makes his brothers love him even though the decision to name you heir when even on Jotunheim, the eldest usually would be named such. The man that would have people tell me, at nauseam I may add, that they look forward to your reign, that they see Jotunheim not as great as it was before, but better than so. I do not know that man, and though he sounds like one worth knowing, the one they all state such of was a far different man to the one I know and that worries me somewhat, as I cannot understand how the same man they say such about is the same man I know.” Loki felt guilty at her words. “No, I suppose not. I have carried myself through this appallingly. My treatment of you has been sub-par, to say the least. You never deserved how I treated you. You have only ever cared for Jotunheim yet I dismissed you as nothing more than your father’s spy.” “A fair enough judgement to make, to be fair. At the beginning.” She acknowledged. “But I have only ever cared to make things better here, Prince Loki. It is my home, and on many levels, I do not wish for it to fail. I loathe seeing realms not reach their full potential. When I went to Svartalfheim, seeing it as nothing more than a desolate wasteland, it was horrid. It had so much potential, yet now, it is nothing.” “You have been to Svartalfhiem?” “Yes, I have been to all the realms, the Allfather is often required to travel, it is somewhat commonplace for his family to join them. I only got to come here for our marriage, but before that, I saw all others.” “Really?” “Why would I lie?” She challenged. “This may surprise you, but I am actually fairly well-travelled and well-read.”
“I’m sorry. My comment is not said in question of the truthfulness of your statement, more than the startlement that you would be brought to different realms. Forgive me if this insults you, but I thought the Allfather would not consider bringing his daughter with him like he would his son.” “I am aware of the inequality of genders in my realm in some manners, but in others, I fear you are not aware of the protocol that is required. Were my father to go on realm visits to which a formal request for such was made without my mother and I, it is seen as an incredible insult.” “Understandable,” Loki nodded, thinking of the logic. He took a moment to think before speaking again. “The day you came to the throne room and collapsed, my father and I were discussing something with regards to an official visit to Vanaheim.” “It is quite nice there.” She smiled politely.
“I would not know. We never had an alliance with them, not after the war.”
“Well, Vanaheim is Asgard’s closest ally due to my parents’ marriage. Your being their foe makes you Vanaheim’s by extension, they fought side by side in the war.” “And your marriage to me makes them think us to be what…worthy of their time?” Loki asked, slightly insulted. “A new trading partner. Jotunheim is one of the only realms that produces certain products. Vanir, like Aesir and indeed Light Elves love pageantry, do you know what their favourite form of showing off is?” Loki shook his head. “Ice sculptures, they love them, very grand, you see, ice is not like stone, it melts and is more fragile, it requires a more passionate and caring touch. But there is one issue, have you ever seen how big a block of ice you need for their statues? They cannot get them currently, not as they want them and they hate it. They have to join a few pieces together to get what they want. Jotunheim has blocks of ice a hundred feet high, they are going to be salivating at the mere thought. Not to mention, they will all want to be the first to have food from here so they can be seen to be above others. If you are the first to have Jotnar cuisine, you must be important in the court’s eyes. Now with the Casket back where it belongs and the realm is approaching full productivity once more, it will be a very handy tool for any new trade negotiations to use this information. If you know what they want, you can ensure they do not insult you with any mere attempt to dismiss it and you can use it to ensure you get everything you wish in return. I can tell you what they are abundant in and what they deem of greatest value, if you wish?”
Loki listened with intrigue. This was all information that would assist in bettering Jotunheim’s position in any upcoming discussions. “I will remember that. Why don’t we sit and eat and discuss it further?” He offered, indicating to the table. “I also got you these.” He walked over to a table a retrieved some flowers. “I noticed your flowers were dying, so…” Ella smiled. “Thank you, that is very kind of you.”
Seeing it was not the same false smile she tended to use in the past, Loki smiled in return. “So, you are aware of their thoughts on trade?”
“Yes, I can tell you what they have that they will trade, both easily and what they will try to make you work for, but of course, I know where they get some of their supplies, and most importantly, I know where to get their supplies for less.” Loki’s eyes widened. “My travels allowed me to see and hear things that will help us, help Jotunheim.”
Seeing her passion at the idea, Loki looked forward to the meal more. Sitting down across from her, he was unable to hide a smile as she smirked knowingly. “Well, I am looking forward to hearing what you have to say.” Ella chuckled back. “I would wager so. But first, tell me what they stated in their invitation. Let us see how they plan to approach this so we are prepared.”
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he sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. - Jean de la Bruyere
Perhaps this Midgardian fare was delicious or perhaps he just hadn’t eaten in so long that everything seemed tasty, but Loki had to admit that this “shawarma” was not the worst thing he had ever tasted. Of course, Loki wasn’t about to voice his approval of the rotisserie-style meat. The rest of the Avengers were either completely underwhelmed with the cuisine or just too tired to comment on it. Well, all save Thor and the Captain. Loki’s erstwhile brother had eaten four of the strange wraps and was on his fifth while the Captain was finish off number three. The rest were still working their way through their first, though Loki had surprised everyone by ordering a second.
Sigyn remained the lone occupant of the large table to not indulge in this strange wrap of bread and meat that Stark had insisted they all partake in. While she had been a child in the dwarven lands where just about every meal was roasted on a spit of some kind, Sigyn’s tastes had become more in line with her Vanir ancestry as she got older. Just about everywhere on Vanaheim was within walking distance of a sea, large lake or massive river. While meat from animals like stags, boars, and rabbits were not uncommon, most of the meat in the Vanir cuisine was fish or shellfish. Though meat was often the centerpiece of the main course, the large majority of dishes from Vanaheim were composed of growing things: fruits, vegetables, mushrooms and the like.
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Pride and Prejudice
TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 20 AUTHOR: wolfpawn
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.
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Ella walked towards Loki’s rooms apprehensively. She worried that everything was not as he was portraying and that there was something afoot that she was not aware of. Nothing made her more uncomfortable than not knowing what she was dealing with, and with Loki, she had no idea what was his situation, of how he thought, and that unnerved her. When she got to the door, she hesitated. The last time she went to those rooms, she felt as though she had been struck by Mjolnir as Loki and his brothers mocked her after one of the most miserable nights of her entire life. She forced herself to shake those memories from her mind. When she chose to walk back to Loki and ask him if things would be different, when she walked towards her father and defied his command to return to Asgard, she chose to leave that moment in the past. She chose to not hold onto it, now she had to honour that choice that she herself, willfully made. Inhaling deeply, she knocked on the door and waited with bated breath. 
When Loki opened it, she gave a polite smile and curtsied slightly. “Your Highness.”
Loki felt a tightness in his throat at her manner. Come in, please.” She passed him and entered the rooms. “Also, I think it best if you address me simply by my name. It does not seem right, since we are attempting to do this right, also, I do not wish to give the impression I am…” “Of course, I understand.” Ella nodded. She looked around apprehensively. 
“Are you alright?” Loki was unsure what was causing her to be so wary. 
“Yes, fine. But I have to ask, why did you invite me here?” She spoke quickly, almost too quickly. 
Loki could barely understand what she said with the pace she spoke. “For dinner, to simply speak with you. If we are to try and make this work, if we are to not repeat past mistakes, we must become more in tune with one another, and that cannot occur if we rarely see one another.” “That is true.” 
“Why are you so suspicious?”
“Because I do not know you, and when I do not know someone and their motives, I do not feel comfortable in their presence. You may very well be my mate or husband, whichever of our realm’s terms you wish to use, but I don’t know your character, not the true one and that unsettles me, as I do not know how to act around you as a result.” “What do you mean, my ‘true one’?” “The man I bore witness to is not the one that tends to his realm and his people to the point that he will exhaust himself for them. The man that makes his brothers love him even though the decision to name you heir when even on Jotunheim, the eldest usually would be named such. The man that would have people tell me, at nauseam I may add, that they look forward to your reign, that they see Jotunheim not as great as it was before, but better than so. I do not know that man, and though he sounds like one worth knowing, the one they all state such of was a far different man to the one I know and that worries me somewhat, as I cannot understand how the same man they say such about is the same man I know.” Loki felt guilty at her words. “No, I suppose not. I have carried myself through this appallingly. My treatment of you has been sub-par, to say the least. You never deserved how I treated you. You have only ever cared for Jotunheim yet I dismissed you as nothing more than your father’s spy.” “A fair enough judgement to make, to be fair. At the beginning.” She acknowledged. “But I have only ever cared to make things better here, Prince Loki. It is my home, and on many levels, I do not wish for it to fail. I loathe seeing realms not reach their full potential. When I went to Svartalfheim, seeing it as nothing more than a desolate wasteland, it was horrid. It had so much potential, yet now, it is nothing.” “You have been to Svartalfhiem?” “Yes, I have been to all the realms, the Allfather is often required to travel, it is somewhat commonplace for his family to join them. I only got to come here for our marriage, but before that, I saw all others.” “Really?” “Why would I lie?” She challenged. “This may surprise you, but I am actually fairly well-travelled and well-read.” 
“I’m sorry. My comment is not said in question of the truthfulness of your statement, more than the startlement that you would be brought to different realms. Forgive me if this insults you, but I thought the Allfather would not consider bringing his daughter with him like he would his son.” “I am aware of the inequality of genders in my realm in some manners, but in others, I fear you are not aware of the protocol that is required. Were my father to go on realm visits to which a formal request for such was made without my mother and I, it is seen as an incredible insult.” “Understandable,” Loki nodded, thinking of the logic. He took a moment to think before speaking again. “The day you came to the throne room and collapsed, my father and I were discussing something with regards to an official visit to Vanaheim.” “It is quite nice there.” She smiled politely. 
“I would not know. We never had an alliance with them, not after the war.” 
“Well, Vanaheim is Asgard’s closest ally due to my parents’ marriage. Your being their foe makes you Vanaheim’s by extension, they fought side by side in the war.” “And your marriage to me makes them think us to be what...worthy of their time?” Loki asked, slightly insulted. “A new trading partner. Jotunheim is one of the only realms that produces certain products. Vanir, like Aesir and indeed Light Elves love pageantry, do you know what their favourite form of showing off is?” Loki shook his head. “Ice sculptures, they love them, very grand, you see, ice is not like stone, it melts and is more fragile, it requires a more passionate and caring touch. But there is one issue, have you ever seen how big a block of ice you need for their statues? They cannot get them currently, not as they want them and they hate it. They have to join a few pieces together to get what they want. Jotunheim has blocks of ice a hundred feet high, they are going to be salivating at the mere thought. Not to mention, they will all want to be the first to have food from here so they can be seen to be above others. If you are the first to have Jotnar cuisine, you must be important in the court’s eyes. Now with the Casket back where it belongs and the realm is approaching full productivity once more, it will be a very handy tool for any new trade negotiations to use this information. If you know what they want, you can ensure they do not insult you with any mere attempt to dismiss it and you can use it to ensure you get everything you wish in return. I can tell you what they are abundant in and what they deem of greatest value, if you wish?” 
Loki listened with intrigue. This was all information that would assist in bettering Jotunheim’s position in any upcoming discussions. “I will remember that. Why don’t we sit and eat and discuss it further?” He offered, indicating to the table. “I also got you these.” He walked over to a table a retrieved some flowers. “I noticed your flowers were dying, so…” Ella smiled. “Thank you, that is very kind of you.” 
Seeing it was not the same false smile she tended to use in the past, Loki smiled in return. “So, you are aware of their thoughts on trade?”
“Yes, I can tell you what they have that they will trade, both easily and what they will try to make you work for, but of course, I know where they get some of their supplies, and most importantly, I know where to get their supplies for less.” Loki’s eyes widened. “My travels allowed me to see and hear things that will help us, help Jotunheim.” 
Seeing her passion at the idea, Loki looked forward to the meal more. Sitting down across from her, he was unable to hide a smile as she smirked knowingly. “Well, I am looking forward to hearing what you have to say.” Ella chuckled back. “I would wager so. But first, tell me what they stated in their invitation. Let us see how they plan to approach this so we are prepared.” 
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Pride and Prejudice
TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 8 AUTHOR: wolfpawn
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.     RATING: Mature   NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.
NOTE - This chapter includes a very strained marriage consumption
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The day of the wedding came and it was debatable which of them was filled with greater dread.  
Loki felt as though he was being sentenced to the gallows in one respect, but in another, he could only think of what it would achieve. By the time he would be forced to eat with her, the Casket would be placed on its altar at the citadel once more and its power seeping back into the Jotunn realm. He kept himself going with that as his ceremonial garb was placed on him. In the fortnight she had been on the realm, he betrothed had rarely bothered him. He could live with such an arrangement. With some ice-whiskey in him that night, he may even be able to endure bedding her and with any luck, her good health and youth would have her with child quickly. 
In her rooms, Ella watched as her mother fastened the tie of her cape. “You would think you were sentenced to the sword,” Frigga chastised before stopping what she was doing and looking at her daughter. “I know it is hard, marrying a man you barely know, but you are strong and I do not think him cruel.” “I do not think he will raise a hand to me, no, but I do not think him overly kind either.” Ella countered. “I wish I had been as lucky as you, someone who smiled when I entered the room, someone who took pride in my being their wife, someone whose customs were not a thousand times different to our own.”
“Aesir and Vanir differ.” “Mother, they are not overly different. I am going to be the only one to look anything like me after today, everyone else will be blue. I look so different from them. And Prince Loki looks exactly like them, though with hair, so even the children I am required to have will look like them. I am very alone here.” 
Frigga looked sadly at her daughter. “You have prepared your entire life for this, you are not going to fail now, are you?” “Failure is not in my nature.” Frigga smiled sadly at her. “I better continue getting ready.” *
A short hour later, Laufey and Odin stood over proceedings before the wedding knot was tied over their hands and it glowed gold then burnt away, making the marriage binding. No sooner had the last shred of it fell to the ground, the BiFrost opened and two guards stood with a box between them and marched to where Loki and Ella stood before putting the box on the ground next to the altar and Odin tapped his staff to open it. 
Loki stood forward and opened the box, looking at its contents wide-eyed for a moment before taking it out, closing his eyes as he felt the power of the Casket surge through him. He walked it over to the altar and placed in on its old resting place. Immediately, the room glowed bright and there seemed to be a warmer atmosphere to the building. 
In his elation at the Casket being back on Jotunheim, Loki looked excitedly at Ella, who smiled back at him. At that moment, the animosity he felt had dissipated and he only felt joy. 
*
Food was brought from every realm for the feast. It was too extravagant in Loki’s opinion, decadence was not something he wanted to be associated with him. But he could say nothing. Odin had it ordered and dealt with. It felt as though he looked down on their food, which Loki did not doubt. With dignitaries from every realm, Jotunheim could not be seen to be a step down for the Allfather’s daughter, it would have to be masqueraded as a lavish affair for Odin’s ego. The only grace in it all from Loki’s viewpoint was he had heard with his own ears that Ella had told her parents she thought it too much, to include Jotunheim’s cuisines and traditions more. She did not seem to want too great a fuss made, though he wondered if it was because she did not want to draw attention to her marriage on the basis of the husband she was given. 
After the meal, they went about speaking to guests. It was the perfect excuse to be away from one another’s company without any thinking it strange. 
Ella found herself wanting to talk to people. She missed speaking to others. In her time on Jotunheim, her conversations were not plentiful. She hoped that with her marriage, she would acquire ladies-in-waiting as she had before so that she would have company, she could only wait and see. Until then, she spoke with a few other women, one of which was one of her former ladies, now betrothed to Volstagg, her brother’s friend. It was a good match for Ingrid, who was of a minor noble house, this match would rise her standing considerably but she also seemed to genuinely like the portly warrior which pleased Ella as it clearly made Ingrid happy. 
“He is terrifying looking,” Ingrid stated as she looked at Loki. 
“He is not. We are merely not used to seeing Jotnar. If anything, he is very handsome.” Ella commented, also looking at Loki who sat with his brothers across the great room. It was true. After the initial shock of seeing beings all blue with blood-red eyes, she did have to admit, Loki was by far the most handsome of the Jotnar men. His mixed heritage had given him attributes of both races that Ella thought to marry incredibly well. She hoped her children would be as lucky. 
“But his gaze is so intense. I feel as though he would like to bellow at us all to get off his realm.” 
Ella did not argue that point. Mainly because it was entirely true and she knew it. If Loki dispised one Aesir family on his realm, in his home, he would loathe the entire Aesir court being there with every fibre of his being. “This is a trying time for him. He has to deal with an ill father, readying to take the throne, having to have a foreign bride, the likes of which he has never even seen before I would imagine and trying to ensure the Casket does what it is supposed to do. Playing host is so far down the list of things he would wish to do now that it is easy to understand his...well, he need not scowl.” She pursed her lips as Loki seemed to be giving death stares to a being she could not see somewhere across the room.
Ingrid laughed slightly. “Your brother…” “No need to say any more, the scowl is warranted if that is the start of the sentence to explain its cause,” Ella stated plained, causing Ingrid to laugh again. 
* “Look at him, he’s a drunkard.” Loki looked at Thor with disgust. 
“He is an embarrassment. And the Allfather does nothing.” Helbindi looked to Odin. “At least your mate does not seem to drink.” Loki looked over to see Ella speaking with some Vanir woman. The crystal chalice, the same one she held and had not refilled since the beginning of the meal in her hand, still half full. “Small graces.” “She is odd looking. How are you even going to get excited about that? I guess it’s different, that’s something.” Bylestr commented. “How is Angrboða about it, I have not seen her here since the ceremony?”
Loki swallowed, not able to fathom how hard it would have been for her to watch him go through some foreign ritual with another woman. “She understands that is it for the greater good of Jotunheim.” 
“I could not imagine having to have only one mate, especially if she looked like that.” Helbindi shuddered. “I am glad it’s you that the Allfather found that day and not me.”
Loki grimaced and said nothing on the matter. When he saw a shadow to his side and noticed his brothers had ceased talking, he glanced to see who it was, none too pleased to see it was Ella. “Yes?” “We are to leave the hall now, I have been informed.” Her voice was monotone, telling Loki she had heard some of the conversation between him and his brothers. 
“Very well, let us get on with it.” He looked at her to see a face of schooled poise. He looked at his brothers who both seemed to think it hilarious. He leant over and took Bylestr’s still half full cup and drank it all. When he stood beside Ella again, her disapproval was obvious. “I doubt you are overly excited about this either. I’m sure your Aesir partners were more to your liking also.” “I never had any.”  Loki and his brothers stared at her in silence at her admission. “I was promised to a foreign prince, I could hardly shame myself by having some form of scandal damage any agreement with him, could I?” “So you come to this marriage with no experience, that is laughable.” Loki scoffed. 
“That is correct, but I guess that is lucky for you, as it means that I have no idea of how greatly you could be lacking.” 
Helbindi and Bylestr erupted in laughter as Loki looked at her in shock, startled to see he first smug look on her face since he met her. He had not thought her to be in possession of such cutting words. He was about to make a retort when Laufey got to his feet and announced that Loki and Ella were retiring. What came next was, in both of their opinions, humiliating and unnecessary. They were paraded through the room before being escorted to their now shared bedroom. 
Loki hated how his personal space was now invaded by this woman. He watched as she used her seidr to undo her dress and leave her in just a night slip. She undid the clips in her hair but kept it in the braid it was in for ease before standing, looking at Loki in uncertainty. For his part, Loki undid the decorative armour he donned before removing his loincloth and simply getting onto the bed. If it were not for the fact she looked terrified, he would have taken pleasure in the scared look on Ella’s face. “What?” “I…” “Have you never seen one before?” She shook her head. “Norns, this is going to be an ordeal. Get onto the bed before it becomes impossible to be willing. The sooner we start on the two sons part of this marriage contract, the better.”  He watched as she slowly and meekly made her way over to the bed. “I can’t enter you with that on you, take it off.” She did as he requested. Loki looked over her body. She was not what he was used to. Peachy skin, no ridges. In that manner, she was peculiar looking, but she was not ugly. He pulled her onto the bed and looked at her, noting her fearful eyes. “You need to relax or this won’t work.” She nodded slightly. “Why did you never try it?” “I have a duty, I was promised.” 
In a slight recess of his mind, Loki felt guilty. She had been honourable through it all, he did as he pleased. He gently placed his hand on her skin causing her to jump slightly. “I need to prepare you. I do not wish to harm you.” She nodded and lay still, allowing him to do as he required. 
Loki did everything needed to ready her for him, including bringing her to completion so to moisten her adequately for the act itself. When he lay over her, she did as he stated and tried to relax herself. When he entered her, she forced her body not to tense. She thought of their duty. If she was with child when he took the throne, it would be deemed a great success for the monarchy, so she prayed to the Norns it would succeed. To his credit, Loki ensured she was not harmed and that she received pleasure, something she read assisted impregnation, but with little knowledge on how to interact through it, she simply lay there until he finished. 
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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 8
Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.
Chapter Summary -   The wedding takes place, as does everything associated with it. 
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The day of the wedding came and it was debatable which of them was filled with greater dread.  
Loki felt as though he was being sentenced to the gallows in one respect, but in another, he could only think of what it would achieve. By the time he would be forced to eat with her, the Casket would be placed on its altar at the citadel once more and its power seeping back into the Jotunn realm. He kept himself going with that as his ceremonial garb was placed on him. In the fortnight she had been on the realm, he betrothed had rarely bothered him. He could live with such an arrangement. With some ice-whiskey in him that night, he may even be able to endure bedding her and with any luck, her good health and youth would have her with child quickly. 
In her rooms, Ella watched as her mother fastened the tie of her cape. “You would think you were sentenced to the sword,” Frigga chastised before stopping what she was doing and looking at her daughter. “I know it is hard, marrying a man you barely know, but you are strong and I do not think him cruel.” “I do not think he will raise a hand to me, no, but I do not think him overly kind either.” Ella countered. “I wish I had been as lucky as you, someone who smiled when I entered the room, someone who took pride in my being their wife, someone whose customs were not a thousand times different to our own.”
“Aesir and Vanir differ.” “Mother, they are not overly different. I am going to be the only one to look anything like me after today, everyone else will be blue. I look so different from them. And Prince Loki looks exactly like them, though with hair, so even the children I am required to have will look like them. I am very alone here.” 
Frigga looked sadly at her daughter. “You have prepared your entire life for this, you are not going to fail now, are you?” “Failure is not in my nature.” Frigga smiled sadly at her. “I better continue getting ready.” *
A short hour later, Laufey and Odin stood over proceedings before the wedding knot was tied over their hands and it glowed gold then burnt away, making the marriage binding. No sooner had the last shred of it fell to the ground, the BiFrost opened and two guards stood with a box between them and marched to where Loki and Ella stood before putting the box on the ground next to the altar and Odin tapped his staff to open it. 
Loki stood forward and opened the box, looking at its contents wide-eyed for a moment before taking it out, closing his eyes as he felt the power of the Casket surge through him. He walked it over to the altar and placed in on its old resting place. Immediately, the room glowed bright and there seemed to be a warmer atmosphere to the building. 
In his elation at the Casket being back on Jotunheim, Loki looked excitedly at Ella, who smiled back at him. At that moment, the animosity he felt had dissipated and he only felt joy. 
*
Food was brought from every realm for the feast. It was too extravagant in Loki’s opinion, decadence was not something he wanted to be associated with him. But he could say nothing. Odin had it ordered and dealt with. It felt as though he looked down on their food, which Loki did not doubt. With dignitaries from every realm, Jotunheim could not be seen to be a step down for the Allfather’s daughter, it would have to be masqueraded as a lavish affair for Odin’s ego. The only grace in it all from Loki’s viewpoint was he had heard with his own ears that Ella had told her parents she thought it too much, to include Jotunheim’s cuisines and traditions more. She did not seem to want too great a fuss made, though he wondered if it was because she did not want to draw attention to her marriage on the basis of the husband she was given. 
After the meal, they went about speaking to guests. It was the perfect excuse to be away from one another’s company without any thinking it strange. 
Ella found herself wanting to talk to people. She missed speaking to others. In her time on Jotunheim, her conversations were not plentiful. She hoped that with her marriage, she would acquire ladies-in-waiting as she had before so that she would have company, she could only wait and see. Until then, she spoke with a few other women, one of which was one of her former ladies, now betrothed to Volstagg, her brother’s friend. It was a good match for Ingrid, who was of a minor noble house, this match would rise her standing considerably but she also seemed to genuinely like the portly warrior which pleased Ella as it clearly made Ingrid happy. 
“He is terrifying looking,” Ingrid stated as she looked at Loki. 
“He is not. We are merely not used to seeing Jotnar. If anything, he is very handsome.” Ella commented, also looking at Loki who sat with his brothers across the great room. It was true. After the initial shock of seeing beings all blue with blood-red eyes, she did have to admit, Loki was by far the most handsome of the Jotnar men. His mixed heritage had given him attributes of both races that Ella thought to marry incredibly well. She hoped her children would be as lucky. 
“But his gaze is so intense. I feel as though he would like to bellow at us all to get off his realm.” 
Ella did not argue that point. Mainly because it was entirely true and she knew it. If Loki dispised one Aesir family on his realm, in his home, he would loathe the entire Aesir court being there with every fibre of his being. “This is a trying time for him. He has to deal with an ill father, readying to take the throne, having to have a foreign bride, the likes of which he has never even seen before I would imagine and trying to ensure the Casket does what it is supposed to do. Playing host is so far down the list of things he would wish to do now that it is easy to understand his...well, he need not scowl.” She pursed her lips as Loki seemed to be giving death stares to a being she could not see somewhere across the room.
Ingrid laughed slightly. “Your brother…” “No need to say any more, the scowl is warranted if that is the start of the sentence to explain its cause,” Ella stated plained, causing Ingrid to laugh again. 
* “Look at him, he’s a drunkard.” Loki looked at Thor with disgust. 
“He is an embarrassment. And the Allfather does nothing.” Helbindi looked to Odin. “At least your mate does not seem to drink.” Loki looked over to see Ella speaking with some Vanir woman. The crystal chalice, the same one she held and had not refilled since the beginning of the meal in her hand, still half full. “Small graces.” “She is odd looking. How are you even going to get excited about that? I guess it’s different, that’s something.” Bylestr commented. “How is Angrboða about it, I have not seen her here since the ceremony?”
Loki swallowed, not able to fathom how hard it would have been for her to watch him go through some foreign ritual with another woman. “She understands that is it for the greater good of Jotunheim.” 
“I could not imagine having to have only one mate, especially if she looked like that.” Helbindi shuddered. “I am glad it’s you that the Allfather found that day and not me.”
Loki grimaced and said nothing on the matter. When he saw a shadow to his side and noticed his brothers had ceased talking, he glanced to see who it was, none too pleased to see it was Ella. “Yes?” “We are to leave the hall now, I have been informed.” Her voice was monotone, telling Loki she had heard some of the conversation between him and his brothers. 
“Very well, let us get on with it.” He looked at her to see a face of schooled poise. He looked at his brothers who both seemed to think it hilarious. He leant over and took Bylestr’s still half full cup and drank it all. When he stood beside Ella again, her disapproval was obvious. “I doubt you are overly excited about this either. I’m sure your Aesir partners were more to your liking also.” “I never had any.”  Loki and his brothers stared at her in silence at her admission. “I was promised to a foreign prince, I could hardly shame myself by having some form of scandal damage any agreement with him, could I?” “So you come to this marriage with no experience, that is laughable.” Loki scoffed. 
“That is correct, but I guess that is lucky for you, as it means that I have no idea of how greatly you could be lacking.” 
Helbindi and Bylestr erupted in laughter as Loki looked at her in shock, startled to see he first smug look on her face since he met her. He had not thought her to be in possession of such cutting words. He was about to make a retort when Laufey got to his feet and announced that Loki and Ella were retiring. What came next was, in both of their opinions, humiliating and unnecessary. They were paraded through the room before being escorted to their now shared bedroom. 
Loki hated how his personal space was now invaded by this woman. He watched as she used her seidr to undo her dress and leave her in just a night slip. She undid the clips in her hair but kept it in the braid it was in for ease before standing, looking at Loki in uncertainty. For his part, Loki undid the decorative armour he donned before removing his loincloth and simply getting onto the bed. If it were not for the fact she looked terrified, he would have taken pleasure in the scared look on Ella’s face. “What?” “I…” “Have you never seen one before?” She shook her head. “Norns, this is going to be an ordeal. Get onto the bed before it becomes impossible to be willing. The sooner we start on the two sons part of this marriage contract, the better.”  He watched as she slowly and meekly made her way over to the bed. “I can’t enter you with that on you, take it off.” She did as he requested. Loki looked over her body. She was not what he was used to. Peachy skin, no ridges. In that manner, she was peculiar looking, but she was not ugly. He pulled her onto the bed and looked at her, noting her fearful eyes. “You need to relax or this won’t work.” She nodded slightly. “Why did you never try it?” “I have a duty, I was promised.” 
In a slight recess of his mind, Loki felt guilty. She had been honourable through it all, he did as he pleased. He gently placed his hand on her skin causing her to jump slightly. “I need to prepare you. I do not wish to harm you.” She nodded and lay still, allowing him to do as he required. 
Loki did everything needed to ready her for him, including bringing her to completion so to moisten her adequately for the act itself. When he lay over her, she did as he stated and tried to relax herself. When he entered her, she forced her body not to tense. She thought of their duty. If she was with child when he took the throne, it would be deemed a great success for the monarchy, so she prayed to the Norns it would succeed. To his credit, Loki ensured she was not harmed and that she received pleasure, something she read assisted impregnation, but with little knowledge on how to interact through it, she simply lay there until he finished. 
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