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To Hel and Back

The Fated Apple Universe

Chapter Three: The Forest

Warnings: Mature Content ((ONLY 18+)) I am not going to get specific on warnings because I don't want to spoil certain things so enter at your own risk. Nothing too dark I promise, mostly smut and language.

A/N: I know I said no summaries but I will say that we get some of our boy in this chapter. As always, thanks for reading 💚 Enjoy💚

The Fated Apple Universe

To Hel and Back: Chapter One: The Vacuum

To Hel and Back Chapter Two: The Jump

Loki knew he was dead the moment it happened.

It wasn’t the injury itself, though the pain was excruciating in that moment.

No.

It was his bond with his fated that made him completely certain that he was dead.

The absence of your essence was more painful than the killing blow itself.

Loki sits up and looks down, seeing the armor he was wearing when he was alive but no wound. He looks around and all he can see is an open field, bright green grass and far off in the distance he sees the biggest tree he has ever seen. And just in front of the tree was a small…cottage.

Nothing remarkable about it. Just a small cottage home, the most notable thing about it was that it was being dwarfed by the massive tree standing tall behind it. Almost like it was guarding it.

Loki takes another look around but a sound makes his head snap back to the cottage. It was the sound of laughter. But not just any laughter.

It was yours.

Your sweet laugh that never fails to bring a smile to his face.

For a moment he felt a brief spark of joy but then it’s replaced by absolute fear. He wished he studied more about fated bonds. Would Y/N die when he did?! Gods no. The Norns were being cruel enough.

The idea that Mina would lose her mother and father in one swoop breaks Loki’s heart. He hears your laughter again, forcing his attention back to the cottage.

“Y/N!”, he yells across the massive field.

Nothing.

He walks toward the cottage but it doesn’t seem like it’s getting any closer. Loki stops a moment and then looks back from where he came. He could’ve sworn he walked at least a mile by now..

Before he could give it another thought, he hears your laugh again but this time when he looks to the cottage he sees a woman walk out the door and what looks like a baby swaddled in her arms.

Loki squints his eyes to see if he could get a better look. All he can make out is the color of the dress that the woman is wearing, green of course, and the color of her hair. Your color hair..

The confusion of the cottage seemingly not getting any closer evaporates and Loki just continues to walk forward. Your laugh his only beacon.

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When you and Jane were kids you would all go to Maine for family vacations and your mom used to make sure you and Jane were never alone around heavily wooded areas. The forests were so thick and at night if you didn’t know where you were going it was very possible you were never getting out of it.

This forest reminds you of those family vacations.

Except worse.

Thank goodness you had Thor, a literal God and your daughter who was the child of the strongest seidr wielder in all of the nine. Thankfully, Mina conjured floating orbs of light that surrounded your group, lighting your path forward.

The orb in front is also acting as a guide to where your group apparently needed to go to find the Norns. How? You’re still not entirely sure. You asked Mina how the orbs of light knew which direction to go and she just looked at you with the same bored look Loki used to give you when you asked him what he considered “ridiculous” questions.

“It knows which way to go because I know which way to go mom…”

“Ok..kkayyy..but how do you know which way to go?”

“It’s whats on the map in dad’s book.”

You nod, “uh huh..did you look at any other books before you decided to just jump at this one?…literally.”

Mina gets quiet and just continues to walk straight.

You put your hand on her shoulder, “Mina…tell me you did some more digging and this one book wasn’t your only proof that we would find the Norns here.”

Mina looks at you nervously and then starts picking at her fingers.

Just like Loki.

“Mina..”

She finally looks up at you and Thor, “this was the only thing I found about how to get to the Norns…”

You close your eyes, “Mina..”

“I know mom but this was our only chance! And there wasn’t any time to go debate about it. Idunn already seemed against the idea and I knew that if she said that it couldn’t be done then you wouldn’t even try..”

“So what? You were going to just come here alone? What if it didn’t work? What if you jumped off that bridge and died. I would have had to bury you and your father within hours of each other! Did you think about that?!”

“No mom I didn’t! You know why?! Everyone has told me since the day I could wield seidr that I was my fathers daughter. That I will be as strong if not stronger than him, that I am just as intelligent as him and yet no one trusts me when I say that I know this is going to work. I FEEL it."

You take a deep breath to try and calm you both down. Arguing about the situation will get them nowhere. All you can do now is do what your daughter is asking you to do and pray you were making the right decision.

“Ok Mina. I trust you…do you know how much further?”

She turns back to the direction they were headed and opens the book to the map inside.

The orb of light leading the way hovers over Mina’s shoulder and it sends a small beam of light to the page, highlighting where they currently were.

“Based off of where we started and where we are now…we have maybe another days worth of walking.”

“We should make camp for the night, we will need to eat as well.”, Thor suggests.

Mina nods, “I can take care of all that, let’s find a good spot.”

After about a ten minute walk off the path, you all find a good spot to make camp. Mina holds out her hands and closes her eyes, you look over to the spot that has her concentration and the once empty spot now has a medium size tent and a small pit for a fire.

“Thor use your sparkle magic and make a fire. Stop letting my kid do all the work.”

Thor gives you a small smile and then kneels down next to the pit. He touches his fingers together, creating a little spark that starts the fire.

Mina kneels down next to him and gives him a pat on the back, “thanks Uncle Thor.”

He leans over and kisses her forehead, “of course. Please tell me my brother taught you to conjure something edible…”

“I think I can figure something out.”, she smiles the same sly smile her dad gifted her with. She closes her eyes again and now on the fire is a spit with what looks like a rabbit on it.

“Bless you child.”, Thor looks at the juicy rabbit, ready to rip it right off the spit.

You sit down next to Mina and rub her back, “I’m so proud of you baby. I know your dad would be too.”

Mina leans her head against yours, “thanks mom..”

The three of you sit in a comfortable silence, watching the flames lick up the dinner your daughter has provided. The three of you not knowing what is awaiting them when they finally get to the Norns.

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“Odin.”

“Frigga.”

Frigga approaches her husband as he lays in their great bed, a few missives lay on his lap. She hasn’t told him about what has transpired in the last few hours. She wasn’t quite sure how she was going to get him to postpone the funeral proceedings for Loki.

She gets to Odin’s side of the bed and looks down at her husband, “husband.”

Odin looks up with his one eye, “wife.”

“Something has happened..”

“Oh you mean my son, daughter in law and grandchild jumping off the bridge in order to reach the Norns to attempt to bring Loki back?…Is that the something you are referring to?”

Frigga doesn’t respond verbally. She just nods.

Fucking Heimdall.

“And you have come here to ask me to postpone Loki’s funeral yes?”

Frigga looks down, “if there is a chance..”

“My love…Loki is gone. What we must pray for now is the safe return of Thor, Y/N and Mina..”

Frigga nods in understanding, a tear slipping out of her eye before she could catch it. She lifts her hand to wipe it away but Odin catches it before she could. He stands from the bed, Frigga now has to look up at her husband, her warrior God that would burn realms down for her but could also gently cradle his granddaughter in his arms to calm her to sleep. He reaches up and cups her face in his hands with that same gentle touch, his thumbs wiping her tears away.

“I will postpone the announcements and the funeral rites..but there is only so long we can wait my love…”

Frigga nods again and gives Odin a sweet, grateful kiss. “Thank you My King.”

Odin lays his forehead against hers, “anything for you My Queen. Anything.”

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Idunn walks into Loki’s viewing room. She left a few hours ago to go get settled in one of the palaces many guest rooms, but she felt something pulling her back to Loki’s side.

She walks up the steps and stands above Loki’s body. She stares down at his face in deep contemplation.

“Why? Why did they cut your thread…?”, she asks out loud to herself.

Idunn felt slightly better after she admitted to the Queen that she has not been able to reach the Norns. The weight of carrying such a secret getting very heavy for the Goddess. As she stares down at Loki she doesn’t realize she’s crying until a few tears fall onto his arm. The sound of her tears hitting leather make her eyes snap to the liquid.

She reaches up to her eyes and wipes a tear away in shock. She can’t remember the last time she shed a tear from grief.

‘Your Grace..”

A small voice makes Idunn turn around to face the door, “yes child?”, she asks the small lady.

“Heimdall has requested your presence Your Grace..”

She smiles at the young lady, “thank you. The observatory I presume?”

“Yes Your Grace.”

Idunn nods and turns back to Loki, she takes in his form one last time and then leans down to whisper in his ear, “rest well fated one.” She places a kiss on his brow but as soon as her lips touch his skin there was a blinding light in her vision.

Idunn closes her eyes to try and clear her vision but there was a high pitched whistling sound that was also throwing off her balance. She places her hands over her ears to try and block out the dreadful sound.

She’s so disoriented she doesn’t register someone is shaking her. The high pitched whistling sounds like its getting further and further away and every blink makes her vision clearer. She sees a dark blob in front of her which eventually turns into a person.

When her vision finally clears enough to see a face her heart almost stops beating.

It was Loki.

An alive Loki.

Standing in the middle of a field.

“Idunn?”

“Loki?...”

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“My Queen!!”

A loud knock on the door pulls Frigga away from Odin’s comforting embrace. “What in the nine?”

“Enter!”, Odin calls out.

The door bursts open and Heimdall enters in a panic, “Allmother! Allfather! You must come with me to the healers wing!”

“Heimdall? What has happened?”

“Goddess Idunn collapsed by Prince Loki’s bedside. Eir is assessing her now.”

“Gods!”, Frigga doesn’t waste a moment and opens a portal straight to the healers wing where she sees Eir and her healers working around Idunn, Odin and Heimdall close behind her.

“Eir.”, Frigga approaches the soul forge holding Idunn.

“Allmother. Forgive me I just need a moment.”, Eir doesn’t even look back to the approaching Queen, too focused on her work.

“What was she doing when she collapsed?”, Odin asks Heimdall.

“I sent word to her to meet me in the observatory, that same messenger was supposed to ask you and The Queen to meet me there as well. I have seen Thor and the Princesses.”

“You have?”, Frigga whips around.

Odin holds out his hand to calm his wife, “we will get to that My Queen.”, he looks back to Heimdall to continue.

“The girl said that she informed the Goddess Idunn of my summons, she turned to Prince Loki, placed a kiss to his brow and then collapsed.”

Frigga looks to Odin, confusion and anxiety all over her face, “something isn’t right..what of Thor and the girls?”

Heimdall nods, “I cannot see where they have landed but they are somewhere in deep woods.”

Frigga releases the breath she was holding, “thank the Gods for that at least.” She looks back to Eir working on a still unconscious Idunn. She makes a silent prayer to the Norns for her family but if what she fears is true…the Norns might not be there to hear her…

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Your back is on fire.

Sleeping in the tent was not the most enjoyable experience and the guilt that is tearing through you right now is intense.

How did Loki get any sleep since you both have been together? It has been a very long time since Mina slept in the same room as you and Loki so you have not heard how her snoring has progressed over the last year or so because my god..

It brings back memories of the train passing by your apartment in New York. For such a small girl she has a deep guttural snore.

Apparently much like your own according to Loki.

“Mina..”

You nudge her when calling her name didn’t do it.

“Mina..”, she nudges you again.

Nothing.

“MINA!”

Mina shoots up, a half snore rips through her nose and shouts, “FINKLE AND EINHORN!”

You look at her and smile at her disheveled state, her braid has long fallen apart and hair is sticking out in all crazy directions, one eye is open the other about half way there. “You need to stop watching Ace Ventura before you go to bed.”

“It’s a classic. Jim Carrey movies are my comfort movies.”, Mina responds with a stretch. “Where’s Uncle Thor?”

You shrug, “lets go see.”

You both leave the tent and see Thor sitting by the fire with what looks like fish cooking on the spit.

“Hope you’re hungry..”, Thor invites you both to join him by the fire.

“Just a little..we should get moving soon.

You nod and Thor hands you some of the cooked fish, since he didn’t wait for Mina to conjure anything it was severely lacking flavor from seasonings but you weren’t going to complain. You were thankful that he was here, you don’t know what you would’ve done if he wasn’t. As soon as you get the fish down you could already feel the protein working its way through your body, giving you more energy.

You’d kill for some coffee though.

Once you were all done eating breakfast, Mina makes their camp disappear, like they were never there.

Mina opens her book and conjures the same orbs from yesterday. Once again, one of the orbs hovers over the map on the page and then starts to move in the direction we were supposed to be moving toward.

“So what are we going to see when we get there? Wherever there is..”, you ask.

“Well I expect to see Yggdrasil, all of the books I have read about the Norns say that they reside at the roots.”, Mina answers.

All of a sudden Thor stops walking, you almost run right into his big back, “Thor?”

“Shh.”, he holds up his hand.

You heart starts to pound, you weren’t built for something like this. You never went on adventures or missions so when Thor reacted the way that he did you immediately start to sweat.

“Stay behind me. Do. Not. Move.”, Thor instructs.

“Thor? What is it?”, you ask in a panic.

“MOVE!”

Thor turns and shoves you and Mina down to the ground, a massive beast flies over your head and lands on its feet a few feet from where you are now laying on the ground. Mina, who was in the back of the group was on the ground next to you, closer to the beast.

You brave another look at it and see that its a big ass cat. It looks like a panther from back on Earth but much larger…everything.

It was twice the size of a normal panther, the teeth were massive and you can’t help but notice the blood that was already leaking from them. Hopefully he ate recently…

Thor moves to stand in front of you and Mina, you’re hoping between the two of them, they will all survive this encounter.

“Don’t move.”, Thor whispers, holding his hand out behind him.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”, you whisper back.

Thor calls his lightning, his eyes are the first things that show his building power and then the sky that you can see through the trees starts to darken and rumble. You look down at the hand Thor has extended behind him and you can see electricity on his fingertips.

“My, my. We are a rude group aren’t we..”, the panther goes from an attack position to a seated one. Like a house cat waiting for a treat.

The three of you are frozen from shock. It even looks like the lightning on Thor’s fingertips and eyes pause and then slowly start to retreat. The sound of thunder starts to roll away and the little slivers of gray sky are now turning blue.

“Umm.”, Mina is the first to react to the talking creature.

“I’m assuming you can use more words besides ummm yes?”, the panther….cat….thing asks.

The three of you just nod.

“Wonderful..Do any of you wish to explain why you are trudging through my forest?”

“Your forest?”, Mina steps forward but your grab her wrist and pull her back to you.

“Yes MY forest. What are you doing here?”

“We came to see the Norns.”, Thor answers.

“HA! You and thousands of other souls that have come to search for them. Allow me to guess…someones dead?..”

Again the creature is met with silence.

“I must say if you are trying to get to your destination alive I suggest someone answers me.”

Thor steps up again, “yes. My brother.”

“Hmff. I suggest you go back to where you came from. You clearly do not have what is required.”

The panther turns to leave but your panic makes you stop him, “wait!”

The panther stops and turns his head back to you, waiting for you to speak.

“Wait….It wasn’t just his brother. He was also my fated.”

The panther turns around fully, “truly? The Norns cut the thread of one of their beloved fated?…well that settles it..”

“Settles what exactly?”, Mina asks.

“That something has befallen the Norns..”

“What makes you say that?”, you ask.

“The forest is..dying. I just so happen to be on the way to visit with the Norns myself to get some answers, but if what you’re saying is true…”, the panther begins to pace back and forth. “The Norns claim they have no favorites but then explain fated ones to me? To cut the thread of one of their precious chosen ones? They would never…unless”, the panther stops his pacing along with his speech.

“Unless?…”, you brave interrupting his thought.

“Unless it wasn’t truly them that cut your fated ones thread..”

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“Idunn?”

“Loki?…Where am I?”

“I wish I could tell you.. I am still trying to figure that out myself. I thought I was dead.”

“You are.”

Loki looks at her in surprise, “then you are…?

“Dead? Yes? No? Possibly? I am not certain. I was in your viewing room and I was standing by your body. I placed a kiss on your brow and it seems to have transported me here..”

Loki was looking at Idunn but then something seems to pull his attention away from her.

“Y/N”, he whispers. So low. So quiet, Idunn almost missed it.

Loki turns and starts to walk but Idunn reaches out and grabs his wrist to stop him. “Wait, My Prince..where are you going?”

He turns and looks at Idunn and then points in the opposite direction, “there..do you see it?”

Idunn looks in the direction that Loki is pointing to but sees nothing. She looks back to Loki’s face who is staring off into the distance again, like he was staring at his salvation. “Loki..I don’t see anything..”

He looks to Idunn, “just there, you don’t see it? Can you not hear her?”

Idunn looks back to the empty field of green grass and vast blue sky. But she sees nothing in the distance and she only hears the sound of wind. She takes Loki’s hand in hers, “what do you see My Prince? What do you hear?”

Loki looks back to Idunn with tears in his eyes, “my fated.”

To be continued…..

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To Hel and Back

The Fated Apple Universe

Chapter Two: The Jump

A/N: Thanks for reading, enjoy💚

The Fated Apple Universe Masterlist

To Hel and Back: Chapter One: The Vacuum

The Norns reside at the foot of Yggdrasil, the world tree, where they tend to its roots and shape the fate of all beings. If Mina was going to change her dads fate, it was going to be through the ones that wrote it themselves.

Mina runs back to her rooms and quickly changes into her training outfit. She braids her long black hair and then quickly grabs her favorite daggers. The ones her dad gifted her on her last birthday. He had been so proud of her. The look in his eyes every time he saw her advance in her dagger skills made her feel like she could do anything.

Like she could conquer the world.

Mina shoves her feelings aside and gently places her precious daggers in her pack. She grabs the book she took from her dad’s library and throws that in her pack as well. She already had a pretty good idea of how to get to the Norns but she needed the book for enchantments and directions to navigate through their realm.

Mina whips her pack over her shoulder and turns to walk out her door when an unexpected visitor is standing at your door.

“Going somewhere Princess?”

“Goddess Idunn”, she kneels down in a deep curtsy. “No. I was just..”, Mina stops, noticing Idunn’s line of sight. She’s looking at the pack resting on her shoulder…the clothes she is wearing… “Oh this? This is just…I was just…”

“Your father’s gift as the God of Lies clearly did not pass on to you young one.”, Idunn smiles knowingly at the young girl.

Knowing when she’s caught, Mina decides to come clean, she was going to find out anyway…

She let her backpack fall to the ground and then plopped down on your bed waiting for the inevitable lecture.

“I know how to get him back..”

“You know what you have read in your fathers books but if he was alive he would tell you this is a fools errand”, Idunn moves from the door to stand in front of you.

“But it’s not though, look..”, Mina drops down to the pack she dropped on to the floor and takes out the book. She stands back up and places the book down on her desk, opening it up to the page she had marked earlier.

“I have to understand. I have to try.”

Idunn walks over to Mina slowly, “understand what? What must you try?”, she asks softly. Patiently.

Mina looks over to Idunn with wide, hopeful eyes, “understand why they let this happen? Why would they let him get taken away from us like that. Maybe they’ll realize this was just one big mistake and they’ll make it right. They’ll bring him back to us..”

“The Norn’s have never changed their decision once it has been made.”

“But..”

“There are no exceptions Princess..”

Mina’s eyes fill with tears of frustration, “you don’t know that.”

Idunn looks at her sadly, “But I do Princess.”

“How?!”

“I have spent centuries communing with the Norn’s, following their guidance, instilling their teachings. I am their messenger, and at times…deliverer of their will. What they wish to be will be because they willed it to be so child.”, Idunn says with the same patient tone.

Mina’s eyes close, she opens them to her dad’s book, her only piece of hope she has left. “I don’t understand..”

“I had the same conversation with your mother and father when they discovered they were each others chosen. They struggled with the path that was already written for them. But I will say to you what I said to them all of those years ago..”, Idunn places her hand on Mina’s cheek and turns her face from the book to her own. “What the Norn’s will to be will be.”

Mina felt a wave a sadness, then anger and then…determination.

“No.”

Mina slams the book closed, throws her pack over shoulder and storms out the door, book in hand.

Idunn takes a deep breath, “the apple does not fall far indeed.”

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Meanwhile, in Loki’s viewing room.

Frigga has her arm wrapped around you comfortingly as you both look down at the love of your life.

“He should’ve been home. He was supposed to be home.”

Frigga’s thumb rubs comfortingly on your shoulder, her other hand is on Loki’s, her other thumb making the same comforting motion on his hand.

“I don’t know what to do Frigga. What do I do without him now?”

“You live. He would want you to live.”

You continue to look at Loki’s face and run your fingers through his hair, memorizing every touch. You hope you’ll remember the green of his eyes. The sound of his voice. His laugh. You’d even take his anger right now.

Footsteps behind you breaks your concentration from your husbands face, when you turn around you see Idunn walking towards you and your mother in law.

“Forgive my intrusion.”

“There is nothing to forgive Goddess, we are comforted by your presence. Thank you for your swift arrival”, you and Frigga curtsy.

“None of that please. You are both grieving.”, she finally reaches you both and holds out her hands for both of you to grab.

Overcome by your emotions, you throw your arms around Idunn, who in turn holds you tightly. You can’t help the tears that keep pouring out of your eyes, “thank you for being here.”

Without letting you go she whispers to you, “of course. I shall always be here for my fated ones.” She pulls away from your embrace and looks over to Loki. She takes in his appearance and then looks back to you. “I just had a visit with Mina, she is struggling. I was trying to explain the nature of the Norns’ decisions but much like you and your fated, she did not take my explanations well. I’m afraid she stormed off, I know not where.”

You nod, “I’ll go find her, I think I know where she’s going.”

You give Frigga’s hand a tight squeeze and excuse yourself, as hard as it is to leave Loki’s side, you had to take care of your daughter. It’s what he would want.

As soon as you walk out the door and close it gently behind you, you see Thor sitting down on the bench next to the door you just closed. His head was down, his eyes looking at his hands in defeat.

You place your hand on his shoulder and he looks up at your miserably, “sister…I am so…”

You shake your head and take a seat next to him, “hush. I don’t blame you Thor.”

He looks at you with a look of frustration in his eyes, “how can you not?! I am responsible for this. It was my reckless decisions that took your fated one from you. Your husband..my nieces father..my mothers son….”

“Your brother..”, you interrupt his rambling. “You lost your brother Thor…”

“I will never forgive myself for this.”, he whispers and faces the ground again in, bowing his head in shame.

Knowing that your words weren’t going to change anything about what Thor was feeling right now, you decide to try and distract him. “I need your help.”

Thor looks back to you in surprise, his eyes are still wet and swollen from tears but you can see the spark of the protector you have come to know and love as a brother, “anything.”

“I need help with Mina. Idunn said she just spoke with her and she’s not doing very well. She stormed off on her when she was trying to talk to her.”

“You are sure you want my help with this? I do not believe she would want to be around the person who is responsible for the death of her father.”

“She loves you Thor and she’s going to need all of us.”

Thor nods, “you are right. Do you know where she might have run off to?”

You smile and pat Thor’s knee, “I think so. Come on.”

You both stand and Thor follows you to where you believe your daughter ran off to.

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“Frigga.”, Idunn calls out the queens name gently to try and get her attention from the dead prince.

Frigga turns and looks at Idunn with a look of agony and pain. Everything that she has been carrying from the loss of her son just hours ago finally getting too heavy and it all came crashing down on her. A big sob falls out of her mouth as she throws her arms around her baby boy.

Her head lays on his chest, her hand still clutching his, a silent prayer to the Norn’s to allow him to squeeze back just so she could know that he is still there even if he’s not. Idunn lets the Queen of Asgard cry. She doubts she has allowed herself even a moment of grieving, the woman always trying to be a constant pillar of strength for her family and her people.

But everyone has their breaking point.

After a few moments of letting a mother grieve for her son, Idunn places a comforting hand on Frigga’s back.

Frigga’s sobs finally cease and she rises from her leaning position over Loki’s body. She wipes her tears away with a handkerchief that was given to her by one of her ladies not too long ago. The piece of fabric now damp from the tears she has been silently wiping away throughout the day.

“Forgive me.”, Frigga’s voice comes out broken and shaking.

“Frigga. You do not apologize.”, she takes the broken queen into her arms for a hug similar to the one she was given by you.

Frigga breaks the hug quickly, she herself needs answers about how this could have happened. She did not want to admit it or ask in front of you. She wanted to avoid bringing you false hope but she too did not understand. “Idunn, I must confess..I am confused by all of this. Fated ones…they should have eternity…they did not even have a century together..not even two decades Idunn…”

Idunn looks down at Loki’s face not sure if she should divulge to Frigga what is going through her head at the moment but…”I must confess as well Frigga…I too am confused about the Norn’s decision..”

“Can we not ask them? They still commune with you yes?”, Frigga asks fighting through her shock. All of the years she known Idunn, she has never once seen her question a decision the Norn’s had made.

Never.

Idunn nods but then steels herself for what she is about to confess to Frigga, “yes but…they have not answered me in…quite some time.”

Once again, Frigga looks to Idunn in surprise.

Idunn nods, “it is not uncommon for them not to answer me for a few weeks at most but I have not been able to commune with the Norn’s for…almost a full solstice.”

Frigga’s brow shoots up in surprise.

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The end of the world.

That’s what the end of the Bifrost looked like to Mina.

She’s heard the stories about how her dad fell from this very bridge. How everyone thought that he was dead until he showed up on Earth one day Hel bent of taking over the world. After a few years of prison, Frigga finally convinced Odin to let him out to give him a chance to redeem himself and to Loki’s credit, he did.

A lot of it had to do with meeting you but thats here nor there…

That’s where you and Thor find her. Her legs dangling at the end of the world. Heimdall is close by watching her carefully.

“Has she said anything to you?”, you ask Heimdall.

He shakes his head, “only that she wanted a moment here.”

You look at your girl sitting there and then move to take a seat next to her, your feet dangling off the edge as well. You’re confused by the way she’s dressed and her very full backpack on her back but you don’t give it another thought when you see her face.

She’s just staring blankly into the abyss. It’s a face that Thor recognizes. The face Loki had the moment before he let go from the his hold on Gungnir. He also decides to take a seat next to his brothers little family. Mina is sat in between them.

You take your hand and tuck a hair that has fallen out of place behind her ear, “watcha doin out here baby?”

Mina doesn’t respond at first, “I feel closer to him here.”

You nod, “I get that. I heard you saw Idunn…”

Mina nods but still does not look at you.

“Mina..baby…you’re scaring me.”

Mina looks at you with a blank stare, “do you believe he’s gone. Really?”

You are slightly taken aback by her question, “Mina…your dad is gone…”

Mina nods and then turns her head to look over at Thor, “what about you? Do you truly believe he’s gone?”

Thor looks at his niece and then back to you. He takes in your sad face imploring him to just work with you and say the right things but Thor cannot find it within him to lie to his niece.

“A part of me believes that your father will never actually be gone. He always seems to find a way to come back to us. No matter what.”

Mina nods and then looks back to the abyss in front of her. She takes a deep breath and then stands, “ok..I’m ready.”

You smile and give her hand a squeeze. You stand and take two steps towards the direction of the palace but Mina’s hand falls out of yours, she doesn’t take a step forward with you and Thor.

“Mina?”

“I’m sorry mom. I need to know.”

And then she jumps.

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“What do you mean you haven’t heard from them since last solstice?”

Idunn nods, “I have tried to reach them, I have prayed every day, I have gone to the Forest and have given many offerings but they still remain silent.”

Frigga looks to Loki, “I have a terrible feeling about all of this.”

“I do as well.”

“Allmother!!”, Heimdall bursts through the door.

“Frigga and Idunn jump from the sudden intrusion, “Heimdall?! What has happened?”

“Heimdall takes a deep breath, getting himself ready to tell his Queen what he just saw.”

————————— moments before——————————

You didn’t even think. You just jumped.

You watched your baby girl just jump off of the rainbow bridge and you didn’t even think twice before you followed behind her.

“No!”, Thor looks back to Heimdall who is standing next to him, the same look of shock on his face. “Go to my mother. Tell her what just happened. I’m going after them.”

“Thor. You cannot.”

“Do you see them?!”

Heimdall looks out to where you and Mina jumped off. “I cannot.”

“Then we don’t know what has befallen them…Mina said before she jumped that she had to know. What did she mean?”

“I know not.”

Thor looks out into the abyss then back to Heimdall, “tell my mother I am sorry but I have to try. I swore to my brother I would protect his girls. I will not fail him in this.” Thor steps away from Heimdall, then takes a running leap off of the bridge.

Colors are whipping around you and it’s so incredibly loud, like you’re inside of a wind tunnel. You feel like you're falling forever until you’re not. You hit the ground with a hard thud, landing on your back, knocking the wind out of you.

“Fuck…”, you roll over to your side, your body protesting. The smell of fresh grass strong.

“Mom!!”, you hear Mina.

You look over and see Mina running towards you, when she gets to your side she falls to her knees, “why did you follow me?!”

“Why did I follow you?! Are you kidding me?! What were you thinking?!”

“I came to see the Norns…”

Your eyes widen in shock, you struggle to sit up and when you finally do you almost fall over before Mina places her arms on your shoulders to steady you, “the Norns? I don’t understand?”

Mina throws her pack over her shoulder and throws the book down, opening it to the page she needed to show you. “I have to know why mom and the only way to do that is to ask them.”

You look at Mina sadly, “honey, I learned a long time ago that if the Norns want something to happen, it will happen.”

“I get that mom but why? Don’t you want to know why you and dad have the shortest union in all fated couples history?!”

You can’t describe the emotion that shoots through you.

Need maybe?

The need to confront the people that decided to take Loki away from you and Mina because that feeling is definitely getting stronger and stronger. But before you could answer Mina there was a loud boom next to the both of you. You throw yourself over Mina to cover her from the flying debris.

“Odin’s Beard!!!!!”

Mina’s head snaps over, “Uncle Thor!!”

After he adjusts to his surroundings, Thor’s head whips towards you and Mina, “Gods. What were you both thinking?!!”

“You want to explain to your uncle why we jumped off of the rainbow bridge into nothingness?”, you gesture from Mina to Thor after you all stand up.

Mina looks to Thor, “I came to talk to the Norns….”

Thor looks to her in shock, “for what purpose? You come all of this way, risking not only your life but your mothers as well, to ask them your questions only for the end result to be the same. Mina. Your father is gone.”

“You don’t know that!”

Thor takes a deep breath, trying not to get too upset with his niece. “Mina, what everyone has been saying to you is true. There is no changing what has come to pass..”

A tear falls down Mina’s cheek but she wipes it away as she bends down to pick up her discarded book and backpack. She throws her pack over her shoulder and hold out the open book to Thor. “He would do it for any of us.”

Thor gave her a look that made you believe he was going to continue arguing but in a flash his face changed to one of sad acceptance. He looks over to you and then back to Mina, nodding his head, “how exactly do we get to them?”

Mina gives her uncle a sweet smile and nods her head to the direction they needed to go, “this way.”

“Where are we exactly?”, you ask as you lift your skirt to begin your trek to the mystery location.

Mina notices your clothing situation and stops a moment to wave her hands in front of you, her magic was not a green like her fathers or a yellowish gold like Frigga’s..

No.

It was the color blue.

Her momma’s favorite color.

You smile at the sensation of your daughters magic, the little hint of Loki’s woven into it making a tear fall down your face. When you open your eyes you look down at yourself and see your daughter has changed your outfit into your usual training outfit. She also called Loki’s blades, they were strapped comfortably around your waist. Protecting you even from afar.

You give your daughter a grateful smile and then pull her into a tight hug, “thank you baby.”

Mina’s eyes close as she squeezes you back, “you’re welcome.”

You break away from each other and rejoin Thor, who is staring at you both fondly. You all say nothing else as you move forward into the deep forest ahead of you.

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“What do you mean they jumped?!”

Heimdall stands at the bottom of the platform in front of Idunn and Frigga, “Princess Mina asked if she could sit at the bridge for a moment for some peace. I felt no ill intention from her so I allowed it without feeling it necessary to alert Princess Y/N. After some time Princess Y/N and Prince Thor arrived in search of her, they joined her for a few moments, spoke a few words. They began to move away from the bridge, I assumed to return here but then Mina…”, Heimdall clears his throat from the sudden emotion that ripped through his heart.

“Forgive me. Princess Mina said a final apology to her mother and said that she needed to know…and then she jumped. Princess Y/N jumped after her before Prince Thor and I could react.”

Frigga looks to Heimdall in horror as Idunn places her arm around the shaking queens shoulders, “and Thor?”

“I tried to convince him not to follow but he would not listen. He jumped after them.”

“And you cannot see them I assume?”, Idunn asks as she rubs Frigga’s shoulder comfortingly.

Heimdall shakes his head and looks down to the ground, “I cannot. I am sorry My Queen.”

Frigga takes a moment and composes herself, “I have to believe that they are alright. I have to have faith that they will return to us safely. I will have to buy them some time, Odin will want to begin Loki’s funeral in the coming days.”

Frigga looks to the healers standing respectfully on the other side of the room, “ladies, would fetch Eir for me please?”

Both healers curtsy and leave to do as instructed. Not a moment later, Eir has arrives via portal.

“Frigga?..”

“Eir, Y/N, Mina and Thor have gone off Asgard. I am not sure when they will be returning. We will need to prepare Loki’s body for the wait..”

Eir nods, “yes My Queen. Do we know when they are returning?”

Frigga, “I’m afraid not..”

Eir nods and then turns to instruct her healers on how they will move forward with the care of Loki’s body as they await his families return.

Frigga looks to Heimdall, “thank you for coming to tell me.”

Heimdall nods, “Of course My Queen. I shall be in the observatory, if I see anything I shall inform you immediately.”

“Thank you, I will speak with Odin.”

Heimdall nodded and left the room

“I am so sorry Frigga.”

“Where could they have possibly gone?”

Idunn looks to her broken friend, “I think I have an idea..I just pray that I am wrong..”

To be continued…

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ladylovesloki · 4 months ago

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You guys..it might take me a few days for the next chapter of To Hel and Back but....Mama's cooking...

Get caught up with the series if you'd like to. I'm having so much fun writing this one.

As always, thanks for reading 💚

The Fated Apple Masterlist

To Hel and Back: Chapter One: The Vacuum

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ladylovesloki · 4 months ago

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Hey love, I just read chapter 1 of your new work and cried like a baby😭 one day I ll stop suffering over fictional characters, but this is not that day,for sure! Cant wait for chapter 2 ❤️‍🩹

Thank you so much🥰🥰

I’m glad you liked it and I too will never stop suffering over fictional characters 🤣🤣

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ladylovesloki · 4 months ago

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To Hel and Back

The Fated Apple Universe

Chapter One: The Vacuum

Pairings: Loki X Reader

With that being said I will also not be doing chapter summaries, again to avoid spoilers. This idea was sparked by a request from @eleniblue, (I'll put the request below). Thank you! I hope you like it, thanks for the spark 💚

I didn't tag anyone from the previous posts because I have anxiety and my anxiety monster told me not to..((aka I didn't want to bother anyone))

Also if you're new and haven't read The Fated Apple here is the link if you would like to read: 💚The Fated Apple Universe💚

Enjoy💚

“How do we tell her?”, Fandral asks Thor in the observatory. They just arrived back from Vanaheim and to say that they were all dreading what was coming next was an understatement.

Thor looked to his friend, worry filling his eyes, “I do not know. From my understanding of fated ones…she should already know.”

It was supposed to be a quick diplomatic visit but everything went horribly wrong when Thor was found with the Prince of Vanaheim’s betrothed early this morning. Loki begged him not to get involved with her but he just wouldn’t listen. His cock making all of the decisions.

As they make their way through the great halls, they hear the sounds of sobbing echoing throughout.

“No.”, Thor breaks out in to a run to the open door at the end of the hall. The door that leads to Loki and Y/N’s chambers. When Thor arrived at the door, closely followed by Sif and the Warriors Three. As soon as they enter the seating area and make their way to the bedroom they see you and your young daughter Mina, who just celebrated her seventeenth name-day not mere weeks ago.

Mina is holding onto her mothers hand.

Without looking away from your face she takes a deep breath before she speaks, “Grandmother had to give her a tonic. She was…inconsolable…

She finally looks over to Thor, more tears falling down her pale face. A beautiful combination of her mother and father, tainted by grief. “What happened to my father?..”

Thor looks at his niece miserably then looks over to his friends that have followed him to hell and back, “leave us.”

Sif gives him a nod but then looks over to Mina, “I am so sorry Princess. If there is anything you require…”

“Thank you Lady Sif. I will extend your condolences to my mother.”

Sif nods and motions for the rest of the party to leave. Mina turns her attention back to you, trying to erase the memory of the last few hours. The moment the bond broke it was like half of your soul left your body. The moment Loki died a part of you died with him.

Thor walks over to Mina and places a hand on her shoulder, “do you wish to wait to speak of this?”

Mina shakes her head, “no, I want to know how my father died.”

Thor removes his hand from Mina’s shoulder and takes a seat in a chair by the vanity on the wall across from your bed where you lay unconscious. He looks down at his hands and takes a deep breath, but before he can start speaking of what happened, Frigga walked through the door. Odin along with her, she was holding his hand like he was the only thing keeping her grounded, like if she let him go everything would go along with him. Thor looked at his devastated mother, “mother..father..I..I had come to speak with Y/N.”

“Yes. To speak of how my father has died.”, Mina interrupts.

Thor looks back to his niece, “Mina..your father. He died protecting me…

“Protecting you from what?”, she asks, no emotion behind her voice.

Thor looks down at his hands again, “I..when we arrived I had caught the attention of one of the ladies of their court..”

“Oh Thor..”, Frigga’s head bows down in disappointment.

“Loki warned me. He told me that she was betrothed to one of the Princes, but I did not listen…when the lady and I were found in a…compromising position..they sent the guard after us. We called for the Bifrost but..we were too late. Prince Valendi cast his dark magic straight for my heart but Loki…Loki forced me to the ground and took the blow himself..I was sure to grab his body before we were taken back to Asgard.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

No one made a sound.

No one moved an inch.

“Thank you uncle.”, Mina leans down and kisses your forehead. “I want to be informed as soon as she wakes.” The healer nods, Mina stands and looks to her uncle. “Take me to my fathers body please.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea Mina.”

“Take me to my father. Please.”

Frigga steps in between Mina and Thor, taking Mina’s hand in hers, “darling girl. Let the healers prepare your father. I know he would not want for you to see him in such a way that would cause you distress.”

“Take. Me. To. Him.”, Mina repeats herself calmly, her voice not going above a respectable volume. She learned at a very young age that she can get her point across a lot easier if she speaks in a calm manner as apposed to yelling and throwing a fit. Her mother used a very similar tone with her father and it was usually the only time she actually saw him afraid of anything.

Thor looked at his niece with the same type of fear.

“Alright.”, Thor nods and turns to leave your shared rooms with Loki, Mina following close behind. They walk in silence until they arrive at the door standing between her and her fathers lifeless body. Thor looks at Mina one last time before he opens the door, “are you certain?”

Mina takes a deep breath and nods, “yes.”

Thor looks at Mina and then opens the door.

She takes a step forward and then abruptly stops, like all of the courage she had on the way here immediately left her body as soon as she saw her fathers lifeless one. The intake of breath she took was so loud it made Thor’s heart break a little bit more. She takes a moment to collect herself but then starts to move forward again. All Thor can see is the little girl that grew up running around the halls. The laughter from his memories echo in his head but are quickly interrupted by the sound of Mina’s anxious breathing.

Her whole life is about to change..

Mina finally arrives at the bed that is cradling her fathers body. His eyes are closed but he doesn’t look peaceful. He had a slight furrow in his brow. Like he was worried about something when he took his last breath. Maybe he was thinking of them when he died. Maybe his last thought was what was going to happen to you and his precious baby girl when he died.

It broke her heart.

The idea that her dad died worried about his family.

That he didn’t die surrounded by people that love and care for him.

Holding his chosen ones hand.

Mina looks over her fathers body and she sees the wound that took his life. A hole in his chest where his heart should be. Where she would lay her head down when she was sick and the sound of her daddy’s heartbeat was the only thing that would comfort her. The place where her mother would place her hand when she was feeling pride or joy. The need to touch her chosen powerful, a necessity.

She looks to his hands but they too are covered in blood. Of all of the things that stick out to her, that all of a sudden seemed to bother her the most in that moment. Her father was always clean. He would never want to be seen with his hands in such a state. She looks around and sees a small fountain with running water and a few healers waiting along the wall, awaiting the moment they are instructed to begin preparing his his body for his journey to Valhalla.

“Could someone fill a bowl with warm water for me please. And I will need rags as well.”

“Mina. The healers will see to him.”, Thor beseeches.

She shakes her head, “my mother would be doing this herself if she were able, but she is not. Nothing will be done to my father before my mother has a chance to say her goodbyes and prepare her chosen to her liking.”

Thor wanted to argue but he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looks down and sees Frigga staring up at him. She shakes her head, silently telling him to let her be.

Frigga moves to stand next to her granddaughter and then looks at her son. Her beloved baby boy. She loved him as soon as Odin placed him in her arms. She secretly wanted another child but knew that Odin was content with his golden son. Loki was the answer to her prayers and here he was now.

Gone.

She combs her fingers through his hair, the same thing she used to do when he was a boy. He hadn’t let her do it in quite some time. A part of her expects him to open his eyes and this would all just be another trick that Loki would have to file in the never do again pile.

But no. His eyes would not be opening.

His eyes would never open again, never to show the mischievous gleam or pure joy of causing chaos yet again. Or the look of pure love when he looked at his wife and daughter.

Frigga looks to her left and sees Mina staring at her father, her eyes now bloodshot red. Frigga doesn’t know if it’s from her Jotun form slipping to the surface or if they are red from tears. Now that she’s thinking about it, she doesn’t even remember seeing the girl blink.

“Mina.”, Frigga tries to get her attention.

“Hmm?”

“My girl. Will you look at me?”

She shakes her head, “with all do respect grandmother. I have centuries to look at you. I now only have mere moments to see my fathers face. I fear by the time I see him again in Valhalla I might not recognize him. I’m fighting the urge to close my burning eyes to try and remember the sound of his voice in this moment but I refuse to lose even a glance.”

She proves her point because when a healer brings over the requested bowl of warm water and rags. She doesn’t break her line of sight from Loki’s face. She thanks the healer politely but doesn’t move to grab the materials left for her.

Frigga looks at her confused but then realizes her granddaughters conflict.

Frigga walks to the tray that was set on the foot of the bed and dips one of the rags in the warm water. She wrings in out and places it in Mina’s hand.

Mina goes for his hands first and Frigga can’t help but notice the shake to Mina’s hand as she begins to wipe the blood away. His pale skin starting to show through, when Mina finally spoke again Frigga jumped slightly.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”,Frigga smiles sadly. She looks over to Thor who has tears streaming down his face. “My son. Why don’t you check on Y/N? She should have family with her when she wakes.”

Thor nods and leaves the room, Frigga turns her attention back to Mina who has moved on to Loki’s neck since his hands were now clean. The blood has been long dried and is getting harder to remove but Mina refuses any assistance. She begins to remove Loki’s chest plate but Frigga could not let her move forward. She places her hands on top of Mina’s to halt her progression.

“Mina. He would not want for you to see this.”

Mina doesn’t respond, she lightly shoves Frigga’s hands off of hers and just continues to fumble with Loki’s armor.

“Mina.”, Frigga tries to get her attention again.

Mina once again ignores Frigga’s attempts at distraction, especially when she finally gets Loki’s chest plate off and all that stands between her and his fatal wound is a thin undershirt. The bits of his chest she could see were covered in blood or were red and inflamed from the wound.

“I thought he would be blue.”, Mina whispers to herself.

Frigga ignored her statement, “Mina. Allow the healers do the rest.”

Mina ignores her grandmother and moves to remove her fathers shirt but that is when Frigga decides to intervene. Once again, she places her hands on top of Mina’s, stilling her movements, “I cannot let you do this child. I’m sorry. I know you wish to take care of your father but I knew my son well. And I know deep down in my soul that he would not want for you to see him this way. When the healers have cleaned him, they will give us time with him to say our goodbyes. But I will not allow this to be the image that is seared into your mind. I will not have you remember him this way. Please Mina. I beg of you. Go sit with your mother. She will need you now. More than ever.”

Mina finally looks over at Frigga, “I don’t want to leave him. I don’t want to let go.”, she finally blinks and tears cascade down her cheeks.

Frigga reaches out and rubs a tear away, “I know. But he wouldn’t want you to cling to him so. He would want you to take care of your mother, to be there for her. You are the only piece of him that she has left.”

Everyone wondered why you and Loki never had another baby. Honestly, you both just wanted time for yourselves as a family of three. The beauty of being alive for centuries is that you could take your time raising your babies, large age gaps between children was not uncommon on Asgard. You and Loki had actually spoken recently about adding to your family. It looks as though it was not meant to be.

Mina looks back to Loki’s face and then back to his hand that she is clutching in hers. She stands and kisses the back of it and lays it back down on his side. She leans over and kisses his forehead and whispers something only meant for her and her daddy. She looks to Frigga and nods and they both stand to move out of the room so the healers can finally cleanse Loki’s body. Frigga walks Mina back to Loki and your rooms, her arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder. When they arrive they see Thor sitting in the chair that Mina was once sitting in, he looks to Mina and Frigga nervously, not sure if she wants to be in his presence.

Thor stands, “Mina. Your mother has been stirring. Eir believes she will wake soon.

Mina nods and sits down in the chair that Thor had just moved out of. She takes your hand in hers and cradles it to her chest after placing a kiss on the back of it. Just like she did to her fathers hand, only this time she knows her mother will wake to return to gesture.

Thor looks to Frigga who motions for him to meet her by the door. Thor nods and they both quietly make their way to the hallway outside of your bedroom. “Has she spoken?”

Frigga shakes her head, “barely. It took much convincing to get her to leave him to the healers. I fear what Y/N’s state of mind will be when she wakes. I don’t know if Mina will survive losing both of her parents.”

Odin rounds the hallway, “my son. I need you to debrief the council on what transpired on Vanaheim. We need to convince the nine that this incident will not lead to war.”

Thor nods, “yes father.”, he hugs Frigga and then leaves his parents to make his way to the council chambers.

“Have you been to see him?”, Frigga asks Odin after Thor is well enough away.

Odin nods, “what a mess. My heart breaks for Mina. We will have to keep a close eye on Y/N. The loss of one’s chosen…”

“I know. I will speak with Idunn, maybe she has some insight into what we can do for Y/N..if anything.” Frigga looks back into the room where Mina is sitting with her mother, anxious about what’s to come in the next few days.

“We must begin making preparations Frigga. The funeral will take days to plan and announce.”, Odin reminds Frigga, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“I know. Just..give me until tomorrow. I will start making arrangement tomorrow.”

Odin squeezes her shoulder lovingly and then leaves her by the door, knowing she was going to stay vigil by your bedside until you wake.

After a few hours of sitting with you, you finally opened your eyes.

“Mina?”, you see your daughter asleep by your side. She’s sat in a chair, her body slumped over the hand that is holding yours on your bed. When she doesn’t respond to you, you give her a little shake, “Mina…”

Mina finally sits up, she blinks trying to clear the bleariness from her eyes, “mom?”

You nod and then close your eyes, the last thing you remember was a snap and a whooshing sound. You remember feeling sick. You remember feeling hot. Then feeling cold. And then nothing.

Like someone vacuumed half of her soul out of her body.

No one had to tell you what it was.

You knew Loki was dead.

You knew because whenever you would close your eyes you would hear the sound of his heart beating. Yours beat the same rhythm. Like right now?..silence. You hear nothing but the sound of your own breathing and your own broken heart.

The sound of your eternal loneliness.

Mina squeezes your hand, “mom. You with me?”

You nod, “yea..sorry. How long have I been out?”

“Almost 24 hours…mom…the healers were here not too long ago, they said that when you wake up..you can go see dad…

Your body froze.

Were you ever going to be ready to say goodbye to your fated one? The love of your life? The man you thought you had centuries with?…

You look to your daughter who is a spitting image of Loki and you knew in that moment that you had to be strong for her. Loki would want you to reach for him through Mina and pour all of your love and comfort into her. That will be how you survive.

You reach out and rub Mina’s cheek, “let’s go see daddy baby.”

After Eir said it was ok for you to walk, you and Mina made your way to where they had Loki’s body. Waiting for all of the rites and rituals before he is sent off to Valhalla.

The guards at the door open it and you and Mina step through. There in the middle of the room, on top of a golden slab was Loki. He was laying on top of a bed of green and gold flowers, small gifts and offers from people in the palace to wish Loki a safe travel to his eternal resting place. His hands are folded on top of his chest where his half helm is gently placed.

Mina moves the helm off of his hands so you could reach out and hold one, as soon as your hand touches him you feel your soul reach out. Like it was holding out a hand for Loki to hold but there was no hand reaching back.

And this is how it will forever be. Her soul reaching out for its other half but never being able to grasp it.

“Can I have a minute with your dad?”

Mina nods and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll be right outside.”

You nod and watch her leave the room, making sure she closes the door behind her. You turn your attention back to your husband.

“Hey honey. You’re a real asshole for dying on me this soon. You told me you were going to be there for me to annoy for centuries now you’ve left your poor daughter as the sacrificial lamb..real selfish of you.”

The humor coming out of your mouth can’t stop the tears coming down your face and the joking mood you were just feeling is now turning into red hot anger, “how can the Norn’s be this cruel? How could they force us together to then just do something like this? Break us apart so quickly like it was nothing but a sadistic game for them. To take him away from Mina?!”

You comb your fingers through his hair, “..how could they take you from me?!…

You rip yourself away from him and the next thing you know you are screaming at him, “how could you leave me? How could you leave Mina?!”

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you look back to your husband and walk back to his side, your hands go back to his hair, “what am I supposed to do without you?” “Mom?”

You didn’t hear Mina come back into the room, you quickly wipe your face, “hey..sorry..”

Mina smiles at you sadly, “it’s ok…grandma is waiting outside..she wants to see you.

You nod, “ok…”, you turn your body back to Loki making it clear that you had no intention of leaving his side.

Frigga approaches you slowly, “hello darling..”

The door closes you and Frigga inside of the room so Mina takes the opportunity to go somewhere she has been dying to go since all of this started.

Her dads personal library.

Luckily for her, Mina was one of three people her dad trusted with the enchantment to get into his workroom. Mom had her painting room and dad had his workshop/library. He had so many amazing books, most of which you couldn't find anywhere else anywhere in all of the nine.

A lot of them are also forbidden.

Especially the one she is currently looking for.

When Mina gets through Loki’s traps she finally gets into his workroom and passes his weapons and his dress armor. The armor he wore for special events. He wore this one for her nameday. She grabs the green cape and presses the soft fabric to her nose, taking a deep breath. It still smells lke him.

Mina closes her eyes to keep the tears at bay but when she opens them she looks over to his desk and sees the painting you had painted for him all of those years ago and the tears fell. It was the one that you painted of yours and Loki's hands holding Idunn's golden apple. The apple that changed everything.

Steeling herself again she lets go of her fathers cape and walks passed his desk to the door that leads to the library. Once she gets to the section she is looking for, she finds the book she needs to roughly pulls it from the shelf and slams it open on a nearby desk.

She quickly sits down and opens the first few pages, skimming the words, looking for the correct section.

Her finger is rapidly moving line by line. Her hand frantically flipping the pages until she slams her finger down on what she was looking for.

“There. There it is..”

Mina looks up, a plan formulating in her head. She stands up, her chair falling to the floor behind her. She slams to book closed, scoops it up and tucks it under her arm.

“I’m coming dad.”

To be continued...

Original Request From @eleniblue:

Mina is old enough to learn self-defense and wants to be as brave and strong as her mom.

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ladylovesloki · 4 months ago

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Sorry I’ve been gone for a minute, I moved and work was crazy.

New work coming soon, possibly tonight or tomorrow.

Reblogging The Fated Apple because…reasons…😉💚

The Fated Apple: Masterlist

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Minor Violence, Mentions of Torture, Smut

Summary: A ritual meant for Thor and Jane takes an unexpected turn.

A/N: I had a few requests for a Masterlist so here ya go. This will also include requests and one shots. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and for all of the amazing comments. More to come 😉💚

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine: Final

Requests:

Painful Possibilities

Self Defense

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ladylovesloki · 9 months ago

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Do yourselves a favor and read every single one of these. My goodness 🔥🔥

So well written. I know that when I see this movie I’m going to be disappointed because I will be forever waiting for Dominus and his sweet girl ❤️

Please add me to your tag list ❤️❤️

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a/n: Yeah. The trailer got me again. I can't help myself!!! Also - I didn't actually want to write feelings for these two but I have no say anymore. They have feelings, they are obsessed with each other and I can't just ignore it lol. Not beta’d and barely proofread- any mistakes or errors are my own. Hopefully you enjoy! (PS I did a little research on fruits in Roman times- they had no word for orange, so any shade of orange was just called red)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus eats pussy and I don't CARE, giving him that gluckgluck3000, creampie, Marcus gets hurt (hurt comfort), hand stuff from him because he's my precious man and he likes to give his girl pleasure, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance) he’s still pretty possessive, Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus (for now?👀), **FEELINGS** let me know if I missed any!

This is the fic I referenced in this preview

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 5.1k (whoops!)

reblogs are appreciated

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You frowned, despite your station, the confusion and slight worry breaking through the years of training your face to remain neutral. For a moment, you forgot your place.

“But-“ he turned, head tilted in curiosity instead of anger, thankfully, “I am to stay here? You do not wish me to accompany you Dominus? To pour and serve…?” You could not keep the slight hurt from your voice, much to your dismay.

“No Girl, you will stay here, at the villa.” He saw the confusion, the unabashed anguish on your face and his expression softened, “peace Girl, it is not a matter of not desiring your presence or your service.” You listened to him with a lump in your throat, a wild fear seizing your heart that he might have grown tired of you.

“I will not have the luxury of a tent, the rebellion is small enough that I can squash it and be back in less than a moon’s turn.” He came close, close enough to have your face tilt up to stare into his eyes. “I would not have you waiting for me in such a meagre camp, I would not have you sleeping in the dirt.” His hand settled on your arm, a soft offering, a reassurance but it did nothing to calm you. You have grown so accustomed to having him close, to ending up in his bed of a night more often than not before heading to your own, naked and pleasantly sore; to falling asleep with his seed trickling out of your puffy little cunt.

“I am comfortable wherever you are Dominus, I could still be of use, to light your fires-“

“I would have you here, and safe. That is my decision, and no amount of temptation will sway me from it.” He lifted your hand, pressing his lips to your fingers in silent, but firm apology. You knew there was nothing to be said, you had already pushed the matter far more than would be allowed on a normal day.

“Your will, Dominus.” You bowed your head, despite the hurt and worry swirling around in your belly. “I will pray to the Gods for your swift victory, and safe return home.”

He nodded, leaving shortly after.

Time passed, and a feeling of restlessness took firm root in your being. The house felt empty, despite the attendants and sentinels left to guard them as well as the property. The days found you listless, moving through the motions of your chores and daily duties practically numb. The days were marks on the wall of your mind, praying to the Gods to send him back to you.

Whispers travelled swiftly through the city, through the market stalls and through the villa itself, most of them rumours and it was difficult to keep your emotions in check.

He has advanced

He has killed the leaders of the rebellion

He is victorious, already on his way home

He has been hurt

He is dead

He is victorious - Rome's favoured son has triumphed once more

The moon turned, once, and then twice, finally a third time before he was home. The all encompassing relief was short lived however, that wash of relief turned to ashes in your mouth at the sight of him. One of the rumours had been true after all. A sword wound to the side had laid him low late into the battle, it hadn’t killed him, thank the Gods, but it had slowed him down and made his journey home nothing short of agony.

Your heart raced to see him weakened, every fibre of your being itched to run to him, to press your lips to skin but you refrained. You stood aside, dutifully, letting his trusted soldiers practically carry him to his bed. The older women got to work, bringing fortified wine with all manner of powders and potions to aid in his recovery while you stood next to him, the little half-moon marks in your palms from your nails barely felt like anything compared to the ache in the back of your throat.

Your eyes would not leave his face.

He looked so tired, mud and grime still marring his skin as he lay prone on his bed. To forfend the ugly thoughts swirling around in your mind, you focused on the tasks at hand.

He needs to be cleansed, after he eats something I will boil some water and move gently, leave him to gather his strength. An offering must be made so the Gods will hasten his healing-

“Girl.” His voice was soft, and instantly you rushed to his side.

“Yes Dominus, I am here.” You took his hand tentatively, your heart soared to feel him squeeze it.

“Fetch me some broth, and help me to sit up–a few pillows behind me. I would sit upright.”

You rushed to comply, happy to focus on his instructions. With soft touch, you did your best to prop him up, biting your lip to stop your eyes from welling up when he winced. Once satisfied, you set about fetching hot water and linens, as well as his broth. He sighed at the sight of it, and drank almost all of it within a few heartbeats.

“Shall I help you cleanse now Dominus?” You brought the basin closer, showing him the steaming water and he nodded.

Tentatively, you removed the soiled clothes he wore, ears pricked up for any sign of discomfort. He beared it with good grace, keeping the twinges of pain to himself, you imagined for your benefit, and you were grateful. It took time, but finally, you had divested him of everything, and he half sat, half laid on his bed, not an ounce of shame for his nakedness. It was secondary, to see him bare, more alarming was the soiled linens with the dark bloom of dried blood staining it on his side like some grotesque flower.

He was pale, weak, his injury robbing him of his normal, ruddy health. He watched you, his expression somewhere between exhaustion, and a calm content.

With gentle hands, you dipped the clean linen into the steaming water of the basin, and methodically cleaned the dirt, and dried blood from his skin. Eventually his eyes closed, soft sighs filled the air with every pass of the warm cloth across his shoulders, down the firm muscles of his thighs, his hands, until you reached the contours of his face. The lines were more defined, this battle had taken a toll on him.

Your thumbs smoothed over his brows, wiping dust and worry away with a bone deep gratitude that he had come back. He melted into your touch, and you tried and failed to suppress the smile.

“I must clean the wound, Dominus.” You reached for more clean dressings, giving him a chance to steel himself but he kept his eyes closed. You thought he might have fallen asleep, but he nodded, and so you did what needed to be done.

To his great credit, he didn’t make a sound. Even as you cleaned at the angry, but healing edges of the wound. He said nothing when you packed it with the poultice one of the women had brought, when you covered it in a clean dressing, even as he drank down the no doubt foul tasting potion to help him sleep. Instead he settled back, and sighed, his eyelashes fluttering against his skin.

You gathered all of the soiled clothing and discarded bandages, and moved to leave him to rest but his hand snatched at your wrist.

“Wait, Girl, stay. Stay with me–” His words were almost slurred, and he didn’t finish his thought, his hand loosened around your wrist but you stayed, taking great care to lie beside him on his bed, and watched him sleep. Your heart raced with something you couldn’t–wouldn't name, something that threaded through your ribcage like smoke, wreathing its way around your lungs and taking root in your heart. You pressed the back of your hand to his brow, thankful that no fever lurked there and once satisfied that he was indeed resting, you rested your head next to his.

Sleep took you, swiftly and without warning.

The world outside was dark when your eyes opened, and it took a moment for you to get your bearings. His warm skin pressed to your arm and you jolted with the memory of his injury.

“Peace, girl, I am well.” His voice was quiet, but stronger than before, “You did well in changing my dressings.” His praise squeezed at something in your belly, robbing you of any words you might have had. “You must be hungry, go and fetch something to eat and bring it here, I will share the meal with you.” The concern in his voice brought a smile to your lips, his thoughts on you, despite the pain he must have been in.

“Yes Dominus, shall I fetch more of the potion as well? You should rest-” He raised his hand softly to forestall you.

“I have rested enough, I would have my wits about me just now. Go on, you may fetch whatever else you need, I would have you sleeping in my bed.”

His words rung in your ears as you moved throughout the silent house. They shone through your eyes as you piled a serving tray with olives and cheese, with bread and ripe fruits. They camped in your belly as it rolled with something when they repeated over and over like a prayer in your mind as you filled a serving jug with the wine he favoured, they strengthened your grip as you carried it with the utmost care down the moonlit halls of the house, almost sharpening your eyesight to bring you swiftly back to him.

You set it down between you on his bed, careful not to spill anything or jostle him too much and just in time too, the hunger rung out from your empty belly loud as thunder but you ignored it, your priority was to help him sit up.

“Eat Girl, you are starving. I will pick at my leisure.” He frowned, gesturing to the food and you were grateful beyond words. It was a quiet meal, but comfortable. He usually ate by himself, most of the time while in his study and with you, it was after chores and duties had been completed. Despite all of your trysts and time spent together, it was the first meal you’d ever shared.

“You do not favour the olives.” He said it without judgement. You shook your head shyly, covering your mouth to speak through bites of bread and cheese.

“My desire for them is unpredictable.” He tilted his head, “Sometimes, they are all I want. Other times, I cannot stand the sight of them.” You wrinkled your nose, confirming that this time, the latter statement was true.

He smiled, huffing out an amused laugh through his nose.

“What else do you like? I see you favour the fruit, which one do you like most of all?” It was strange to be asked about yourself, no one in your life had ever wondered about what you might of preferred, for anything.

“Figs, I think. Pomegranates too, although peeling them takes a lifetime.” He huffed again, wincing slightly, “Are you in pain? Shall I fetch–” He raised a hand.

“I am well, continue. Why do you favour them if they are so troublesome to eat?” He shifted a tiny bit, with great effort, turning to face you better. The room was dark, save for the few candles burning and the moon shining in through his window, casting stark shadows across his lovely face.

“They are worth the effort.”

He smiled, and finally reaches over to help himself to the food. Something about the darkness, about the quiet seclusion made you bolder.

“What about you Dominus? Is there a fruit you favour?” Your heart raced, fear that you might have overstepped grabbing hold of you but it was for naught, he merely frowned in thought.

“I prefer plums.” He said after a moment, “I like figs as well.” It was both exhilarating and strange to speak with him like that, in the quiet dark, almost comfortable. “Although–in my younger days we fought in Spain, and there I tasted a fruit I have never seen again, I do not know the name of it but I enjoyed it very much.”

“What was it like?”

“It was round, a strange shade of red with a thick peel but underneath it had segments like a lemon.” He continued eating, and you were content to sit with him, only moving the tray once he had eaten his fill.

“It is good to be home.” The words came out as a sigh, “I missed it while I was away, more than any other time I must admit.” He shifted slightly and winced again, “Help me lay flat, my back aches from sitting.” He held out his hand and you rushed to oblige, moving pillows and positioning him flat on his back. “That is better, gratitude girl, let us blow out the candles and settle in.”

“Yes Dominus.”

“Have you something to sleep in? What is most comfortable for you?”

“I am content in this, Dominus.” You gestured to your tunic as you made your way around the room, snuffing out the candlelight.

“That is not what I asked you.” There was no bite in his words, but the expectation of truth was plain as day.

“Most nights I sleep in the nude, it is what is most comfortable for me.” You made your way back to the bed but he did not let you get in.

“Please, make yourself comfortable, there is no expectation from me, much as I have missed the pleasures of your body. I would have you sleep how you are accustomed.” You nodded once, undressing down to your skin before slipping into bed with him. In the dark, in the quiet, it was peaceful and the sound of his steady breathing worked it spell on you quicker than you would have thought.

“Gratitude Girl.” He said it soft, and with a full belly and heavy lids, you questioned him.

“For what Dominus?” The words were almost slurred, as the heavy press of sleep pushed you into the deep pool of blackness. You thought you heard him say everything, but you could not be sure, sleep had claimed you.

You woke with the sun, the first few rays sliding across your skin like water and it was hard to move from your place. In the night, your body had brought you close to him, seeking out the warmth of him. He was still asleep, but his legs had tangled up with yours and it was strange to lay with him like this, both of you nude as the day you were born, yet incredibly comforting.

You took the time to check over his wound, and were pleased to find it looking much better. The edges of it stitching together, thankfully without corruption.

“It does not hurt as much as it did before.” His voice was sleepy, “I will be back on my feet soon enough.”

“Let me dress Dominus, and I will fetch you something to break your fast.”

“Not just yet.” He shifted, and although you helped him, he didn’t struggle quite as much. “Come, lie with me.” He held out his arm, and you went to him, trembling like a leaf to rest your head on his shoulder. “Gods, I missed you, Girl.” He buried his nose into the mess of your hair and something inside you grew and swelled, was fed and made strong by his words and by his skin.

“I missed you, Dominus.” Truer words had never been spoken by you, the ache for him had been unbearable.

“Did you?” There was something underneath, something desperate and had it not been so early, so peaceful, he might not have asked.

“Desperately Dominus, I feared you had abandoned me, I feared you no longer desired me.” You pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in, his scent, his warmth, him- sustenance

“Come now, Girl, you know of my desire for you, it is like a thirst I cannot quench. A hunger I cannot satisfy, despite my dark moods, despite my sour face, you are a source of joy and pleasure I have not known in some time.” His hand brought your face up, his gaze burned into yours and his words affected you so that tears welled in your eyes. He wiped them away, and the tenderness was too much, a sob clawed its way out from your throat. All of the worry, all of the fear that he might have left you alone in the world, to be sold to another bubbled up and he held you as you cried.

“Do you wish to be free of me? Is that why you cry?” Something in his voice broke your heart.

“No Dominus, no-“ you wiped at your eyes, moving to look him in the eye and the expression you saw in them was almost too much to bear. “I have never been so happy in all my life, I have never felt about anyone, the way I feel for you.” You pressed your lips to his, petal-soft.

“Sometimes, the things I feel for you are almost too big for my body, I want to be with you always, I want to feel you always. I feared so much while you were gone that I could barely eat, barely sleep-” Your words were frantic, so many things to get out that you could barely speak and he pulled you close, shushing you softly.

“My heart swells to hear you speak this way.” He reached down, sliding his hand towards the hinge in your knee, to pull it over his thigh. “Peace, let us just enjoy the silence.” You nodded into his neck, letting go of a great breath in your lungs.

“If I was myself, and whole, I would be pulling every ounce of pleasure from you now.”

You laughed at the annoyance in his tone.

“Soon enough Dominus, I would have you healthy and healed.” Your hand slid up the smooth expanse of his chest, threading through the curls at the base of his skull. “Once your wound has healed, you may have me any way you please.”

“Any way?” His tone darkened, and your body responded, thighs clenching, heart racing, nipples hardening. “Any way I please? And what if I want you for a day and a night? What if I want you wet and spread for me in this bed until you’re so full of my gift it spills all over my linens?” The hand that had been softly stroking your back moved down and grabbed at your backside, pulling until the lips of your sex spread open.

A moan slipped out at the feel of his hands, and he all but growled.

“Do not make those noises Girl, not when I cannot fuck you how I wish to.” He pulled your face up, licking into your mouth with a hunger you could not satisfy, not in his current state.

“Dominus, I beg of you not to taunt me, not when we cannot indulge.” You kissed him again, despite your words and finally he pulled away, the tremble of frustration in his grip. You shifted, and felt his manhood press against your thigh, the sight of him, leaking and hard against his belly made you sigh.

“Do not concern yourself with that, I am ravenous for you, but my body cannot fulfill the wishes of my cock. Go and fetch something to break our fast. I will need you to change my dressing as well, if you could.” He sent you off with a kiss, and with desire dripping onto your thighs.

“Yes Dominus.” You smiled, and rushed off to do what needed to be done.

Weeks passed, and he healed beautifully. His wound knit together cleanly and with that, his strength came back. More often than not he stood and cleansed without your help, he left the safety of his bed and his chambers and sported a genuine smile as he made his rounds through his house.

You trailed behind him, your own smile in place to see him coming back into himself.

Things were different. He was different.

He spoke more, that was for one. Before he would keep his own council, his words were curt and his thoughts would be kept close to his chest. Some nights he reverted to his silence, but it had grown into something peaceful, something comfortable.

The biggest change though, was his attitude towards you.

For one, he refused to sleep alone. The darkness of night found you tending to his needs and after the candles had been snuffed- he pulled your tunic off and pulled you into his bed, into his arms.

At first, you thought it was his injury, a fear that he might suffer some setback in his sleep, but as the days passed on and he was well past the point of danger, he still refused to let you go.

His desire had come back too, much quicker than his body could handle. Mornings would find you in the cage of his arms, with his lust pressed hard and hot at the cleft of your ass. You would pull away so as not to tease him, and he would let you at first, but as his body caught up to him, he stopped letting you pull away.

Most mornings, he’d whisper how much he missed burying himself inside you, how he couldn’t wait to gift you with his seed while slipping his fingers between your legs and swirling them around your clit, only stopping after you’d fluttered around his fingers. Then he’d send you off to fetch food with a smile on your face and an ever-growing ache between your thighs.

A part of you fretted as to why he hadn’t taken you yet, as the days passed it was clear that he was well enough to indulge. Another part, a hopeful, possibly quite foolish part of you thought maybe he was waiting for you to ask him. That couldn’t be, could it? You ruminated on your previous encounters, yes–he’d called you forth to warm his bed, but with every recalled memory it was clear that in his own way, he'd let you decide whether to push things or not. A luxury you knew was rare. It was an intoxicating thought though, to think that you could decide when and what you wanted him to do.

So many possibilities.

When night came, you brought him his meal, and his wine and tried to keep the tremble of excitement out of your hands. You watched him move about his chambers, his strength back to normal as he dipped his hands into the fresh water in his basin. His hair had grown out a little, dark with silver mixed through and that thought struck you again, that he was some beautiful marble statue come to life. An emperor of old, standing before you in all his glory.

“Dominus-” You called to him, unable to hold back any longer. His eyes raised, finding you as he dried his hands.

“Before you take your meal, I would ask something of you.” Your voice shook, never had you openly asked him for anything before. He raised his eyebrows, more surprised than anything.

“What would you have of me Girl?” He moved towards you, eyes curious.

“I would have you–” You stopped him, guiding him to sit on his bed, “I would have you sit here, and accept my mouth.”

You kneeled before him, staring up at him with your lip caught between your teeth. Your hands landed on his knees, sliding up to pull his tunic up to expose his manhood. For a moment, he stared at you with wide, surprised eyes.

“I have missed our times together, I have missed you filling me of a night and as much as I treasure your fingers in the morning, I would have you feel pleasure at my hand–or, my mouth.” He did not stop you from exposing him and heat flooded your body to see how quickly his cock responded to your words, to the soft exploration of your hand.

“You would do this?” His palm landed on your shoulder, sliding up to cup your cheek. “You have no obligation, I would not command you to do this should you not want to.” You spit onto your palm and grasped him in hand and despite his words, he shudderred to feel the way you stroked him.

“I dream about this Dominus, I desire you so deeply that I ache for you–” You opened your mouth and took the blunt tip of him into your mouth. He moaned, slack-jawed at the sight of you. You placed open mouthed kisses at the tip, and the sensitive underside, stroking at the base of him. His thighs spread, making room for you and you relished the warm strength of them under your arms.

He tasted like the ocean.

“God’s above Girl-” You pulled away, smiling as you continued to stroke him, he barely fit in the palm of your hand and with his passion dribbling out and your spit the sounds were loud and slick. Your own arousal unspooled between your legs, the ache intensifying as he tensed underneath you, hissing when you pressed soft kisses to the scar at his side, to the softness of his belly, to the firm golden thighs bracketing you to his hips.

“Open your mouth.” His confidence resurfaced, and then his hand wrapped around yours, guiding you to stroke him the way he liked. He guided the reddened tip into your mouth. “Look at me when you take me in your mouth, open wide, I want to touch your throat.” You moaned around him, taking him deeper, breathing through your nose in an attempt to stay calm.

“That’s it Girl, Gods be damned-” His tone was filthy as he held you there, eyes watering until you pulled away, sputtering and messy.

“If you continue, I will spill in your mouth.” he guided your hand still, slowly stroking himself against your lips, smearing your spit and his salty arousal onto your lips. Never in your life have you felt that powerful, that beautiful, with tears spilling down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. He held himself suspended in his pleasure, awaiting your word.

“Would you like to spill in my mouth Dominus? Or would you like to fill my cunt?” You held out your tongue, letting him rub the tip of himself against it while he decided. Your heart soared to see the conflict on his face.

“I would fill your cunt, I have missed it terribly.” You smiled and rose with a final kiss to his cock and once you did, he ripped the tunic off your body. The loud tear of it made you squeal with a mix of shock and excitement.

“I promise you, I will not last.” He all but tossed you onto his bed, spreading your legs wide for his gaze. “Greedy little cunt, so wet for me.” He spoke in a daze, staring at the place that ached at the mere thought of him. He slipped down and it’s with a shock that you watched him dip down to spear into you with his tongue. Never had anyone used their mouth on you and the sight of it was almost too much to bear.

It’s with a greedy, filthy groan that his lips dragged up to latch around the pert little pearl of you, his tongue stroking, stroking, stroking while his mouth suctioned around it. Your body was a taut string, legs shaking under the strong grip of his hands, holding you to him tight enough to hurt. Your breathing came in pants, the climax was already there, balancing on a knife's edge, so close you could almost taste it.

His hands moved, sliding up to pinch at your nipples and the wave crested. Your hands gripped into his curls, both holding him close, and desperately pushing him away while you fluttered into his mouth.

You felt the strong muscle of his tongue slide down, drinking you from the source.

He made his way back up, your slick shining on his face and on his whiskers. You’re almost too shocked, and too shy to look into his eyes.

“I confess, I have wanted to do that for a long time.” He pulled his tunic up and off as you lay under him, boneless. “I know it’s not something commonly done, but I enjoy it. Did you enjoy it? I felt you flutter.” He raised your leg, wrapping it around his hip while his cock slipped inside you without any resistance. You let out a relieved sigh, finally, he was home.

“Yes Dominus–” You almost whispered, half-shy as he dropped down, his arms holding himself up on either side of your skull. “No one has ever–Oh–” He snapped his hips hard, unable to hold himself back and already, the need built in your core, robbing you of any coherent thoughts.

“No one but me ever will.” He kissed you, making you taste yourself and it was so perverse, so exhilarating you held him close, wrapping your arms and legs around him to feel as much of him as you could. His cock pushed and pulled, hitting that special place he owned and with a handful of thrusts, and a punched out groan he filled you with his gift. Finally.

He watched himself pull out of the mess he'd made, watched in silence as his gift dripped out and onto his linens.

Things felt different this time, there’s a vulnerability, an intimacy that is almost overwhelming. You pulled his face up, and pressed your lips to his softly, praying that you conveyed the feelings swirling in your chest. He kissed you back, his hand gliding up to wrap around your neck. When you opened your eyes, his brow was furrowed, the same feelings shining back at you through his dark eyes.

Seconds passed, and the feeling did not disperse. Before he would have sent you away, but he held you close. Wordlessly he pressed his lips to yours over and over, he stroked at your skin, your shoulder and your thigh high on his ribs, your breast, your lips. He moved off, and went about dampening a cloth to clean himself off of you. Once he was done, he brought the food you’d served him and fed you from his own hand.

You accepted the food, smiling shyly as he watched you, something like affection, like love shining out through his eyes.

“Thank you Dominus–” He shook his head, a small frown at your words.

“Call me Marcus.”

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ladylovesloki · 11 months ago

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Strange question but have you ever thought of making Tom Hiddleston x reader x Loki??? 😅

Honestly no, I stick to writing about fictional characters 🤣🤣

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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I love that in both "Something Real" and "The Fated Apple," Loki teases Reader about her snoring.

A little trait of myself that I added in there 😆😆

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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The Fated Apple: Masterlist

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Minor Violence, Mentions of Torture, Smut

Summary: A ritual meant for Thor and Jane takes an unexpected turn.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine: Final

Requests:

Painful Possibilities

Self Defense

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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Can I request angst? Loki(s) x y/n?

Like y/n is another variant Loki wife not our Loki and this Loki variant is the only one that has y/n as his partner. While the others and our Loki doesn't.

Like 'right person, wrong' or 'mis-apportunity'.

You can if y/n and variety Loki has children to add more fuel for in the fire of angst.

This event happen when all Loki's meet.

This is evil but I need angst to attack my idiocracy. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Thinking of you: One Shot

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst

Summary: Loki sees something on one of the timelines he has never seen before. You...

A/N: @sweatymusictree Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it 💚

Another day.

Here he sits. Looking over another timeline.

He has been sitting here for centuries.

Watching.

Loki puts his eye on a timeline and looks over the variant of himself. Another Jotun thread. There weren’t many where a variant of himself accepts his true form. This one has decided to take the throne of Jotunheim and is doing a fine job of it if he can say so himself. Loki closes his eyes and focuses on what this variant is currently up to but all of a sudden it felt like he was time slipping..

When he opened his eyes he doesn’t see the sight of various timelines, he sees a chamber room. And from what he could tell, he was currently in Jotunheim. He looks around the room and sees his variant laying in bed fast asleep, unaware of his variant visitor. Loki tries to calm himself, if he’s not on his throne to manage the timelines then surely everything will being to fall apart around him.

Loki closes his eyes and tries to timeslip back to himself and when he opens his eyes again….he is suddenly back on his throne at the end of time.

Loki takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands, this doesn’t make any sense. How was he able to timeslip…

He closes his eyes again and refocuses back on the same variant. He feels the feeling of time slipping again and when he opens his eyes he is facing the sleeping variant once more.

“How?….”

He turns around and takes another look around the room, he sees a table holding various things but he sees a picture he just had to take a closer look of. It’s a picture of a very blue and massive Loki and a very small Thor. They are both smiling large smiles, Loki is on one knee and Thor his standing as tall as he can next to him.

He goes to pick up the picture with a smile on his own face but when he reaches it, his hand goes right through the frame. Like he was just an illusion. He closes his eyes again and when he opens them he is once again back on his throne at the end of time.

“What is this?”, Loki questions aloud. He decides to see if he can interact with people but instead of going to his Jotun variant again, he decides to go to someone that might take seeing him a little easier.

He closes his eyes and focuses on where he wants to go and upon opening them he sees his old friend Mobius. This variant of Mobius has no idea who he is, in this timeline Mobius is just another speedboat salesman. And that’s exactly what he is doing at the moment, selling…or trying to sell a speedboat.

Loki looks down at what he was wearing, the robes he has been in since he took his throne don’t exactly make him blend in. Not sure if he could actually change his attire, he uses his seidr to try and change what he was wearing. To his surprise it actually worked, he changed into the last thing he wore around Mobius..his TVA suit and tie. He walks into the establishment and watches as Mobius makes his pitch.

“I’m tellin ya man..you get on one of these babies…nothing else matters…just you…the water..and the wind in your hair.”, Mobius finishes off his attempt at making the sale.

“I don’t know man..I gotta talk to the wife about it..”, the customer answers hesitantly, clearly not interested in making a purchase that day. But just like Loki, the man can’t help but want to give in to Mobius’s charm.

“I getcha…I getcha…Listen go home, talk to your wife about coming to see one for herself and maybe that’ll change her mind…getting on one of these things really is one of the best experiences in life..”, Mobius holds out his hand to the customer with a bright smile.

The customer shakes his hand and promises to bring his wife to the store later that week. Loki felt the truth in his promise, Mobius’s charm strikes again.

“Hello sir, can I help ya?”

Loki looks back to Mobius and for a moment forgot why he was there in the first place. He hasn’t actually talked to anyone in so long. He just stared dumbly at Mobius, the words not coming together..

“You ok sir? Can I call somebody for ya?”, Mobius asked, concern in his tone.

Loki finally speaks, “No…no thank you…I just…do you have a restroom?”..

Mobius nods, “Yea..go to the very back of the store, it will be to the right.”

Loki nods, “great…thank you..”

“No problem.”, Mobius gets back behind the counter and picks up the phone to call someone.

Loki makes his way to the back of the store and sees the bathroom. He takes a look around to be sure no one is around, walks through the door and walks over to the sink. He looks in the mirror and forgets himself for a moment, he tries to turn on the tap but just as it did with the picture frame, his hand goes right through it.

So he established that he could be seen, interacted with and use his seidr, but he cannot touch anything.

He closes his eyes and he finds himself back on his throne, “interesting.” He looks down at his hands again, wondering when he gained the ability to spirit himself into various timelines. Was it something he has been capable of the entire time? Or was he…evolving… It was in that moment when he decided that he was going to start a…collection if you will. He wanted to find each and every Loki on each and every single timeline and create a little army of his own. One day someone would come for him at the end of time. He wasn’t sure who..or when but he knew it was an inevitability…and he wasn’t going to give up his throne..his glorious purpose to anyone or anything..even himself.

Loki went to millions of timeless, approaching various Loki’s, having them do various tasks on their timelines. He was even able to give the ones he convinced to join him tempads so when he wanted to travel with an armed guard he would have a small group of Loki’s with him.

One day Loki was once again sitting on his throne when he heard a variant of himself laugh. It wasn’t a laugh that Loki was used to hearing from himself. It was a blissful laugh, so full and joyous. It was almost something he didn’t recognize but it was certainly something he has heard before. He would hear it from couples in love. A laugh that only the other part of your soul could summon from you. Loki concentrates on where the laugh came from and zeros in on the timeline.

He just looks in, he decides to wait to see what the situation was before he spirits there. What he sees stops his heart, it was his variant, his head tilted back and the great laugh that brought Loki here in the first place was erupting from him.

He was dancing with a woman.

She must’ve said something that his variant found very funny because he was still laughing.

“My love you must stop..I can’t…I can barely take in air…”, his variant says in between bursts of laughter.

“What?! It’s true!”

“I know my heart..I know it is but here on Asgard it his not polite to point that out.”

“You really needed to give me a lesson on what I can and can’t say here. I’m gonna get in trouble.”

“But darling, if I gave you lessons then I would not hear the gloriously hilarious things that come out of that beautiful mouth. And you will not get in trouble. You are my wife. You can do whatever you want.”

WIFE?

This variant has a wife?! There has been no such person or variant of this person in any other timeline!

She is beautiful. Loki can’t help but feel envious of his variant.

Why hadn’t he been blessed with a woman like that? Maybe things would’ve turned out differently for him if she had existed on his timeline.

His thoughts go back to the other Loki’s he has come across and didn’t remember seeing anyone like you in any of their timelines.

He decides to gather together some of the other variants and see what they have to say on the matter.

He spirits himself to a few timelines and directs the Loki variants from each one to use their tempads and directed them on where they needed to go. Once everyone had arrived, Loki and the rest of the variants look on in astonishment. All of them hidden by an illusion so they would not be seen.

“Who is that?”, President Loki asks, his one remaining hand carts through his hair as if he’s trying to make himself presentable.

“That’s what I’ve come to find out… no one here has a version of this person on your timelines?”, Loki asks.

“No, but I would certainly love to get better acquainted.”, Boastful Loki takes a step forward but a hand lands on his chest to stop him.

“I think not. If anyone is going to woo the gentle lady, it shall be I.”

Loki rolls his eyes at the theatrics of who he calls thespian Loki. “No one is going to woo anyone. I was simply curious if any of you had come across this person before.”

They all shake their heads in unison, even the gator along with his child companion.

“Alright. Thank you for your assistance. You may all go back to your timelines please.”

“Oh so you get to get a closer look at the lady but we cannot? Where is the fairness?!”, President Loki asks as if insulted.

“Who said I was going to get a closer look?”

“You don’t have to say it. You haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we arrived…”, Kid Loki chimes in.

“It’s non of your concern any longer. Leave.”

One by one they all take their final looks at the mystery woman and activate their tempads to go back to where they came from.

Loki takes a deep breath and looks back to you and his variant. Still dancing slowly. The variant looking down at her with such a happy smile Loki felt a bolt of anger shoot through him. What did he do so differently in his time that he did not meet someone like you. Someone that made him so…happy.

Loki, using a disguise, enters the hall where his variant and his variants wife are dancing. Completely oblivious to someone watching them.

Loki moves around the room and decides to walk into a secluded room to spirit himself back into his body, changing back to his own form before he does so. When he closes his eyes he hears his own voice break his concentration.

“Who are you imposter?!”

Loki’s eyes snap open and he sees a very angry version of himself. Loki holds his hands up, showing he means no harm. Not that he can even do anything even if he wanted to.

“It’s not what you think..”

“Then explain it to me. Drop your illusion.”, the variant orders.

“This is not an illusion..it’s..quite a lot to explain.”

“Then do so. Quickly.”

Loki explains to his other self about the multiverse and his burden of maintaining all of the timelines. “I was looking over your timeline and I saw something that I had to see for myself.”

“And what was that?..

“…your wife..”

The variants hands glow green, ready to end this so called version of himself. “You will not touch my wife.”

Loki smiles and passes his hand through a chair in the room, “I can’t touch anything I’m afraid.”

The variants hands cease glowing, the sad look in Loki’s eyes making him pull back his seider. “Do you not have a version of her?”

“Even if I did. I could not be with her. My place is at the end of time. Alone.”

“That sounds awful. Why would we agree to something like that?!”

“Because it saves everyone. When my timeline was destroyed and I followed a path to finding the truth of the multiverse, I met some extraordinary people. People that were worth the sacrifice.”

“But not her? Not y/n”?

Loki smiles sadly, “no..I questioned a few other variants and they have no one like your wife on their timelines. It seems..you are the only one that was blessed with a partner.”

The variant looks to the door where he knows you wait on the other side. He looks back to the Loki who was burdened with a purpose he would never have to fulfill. “I’m sorry for you all. She is..my glorious purpose. I only exist to make her happy.”

Loki smiles, “I’m happy at least one of me gets to experience a love like that. Well, I should be on my way ba..”

Before he finishes the door opens, “Loki? Are you ok?” You see two Loki’s in the room and you freeze then look to your husband, “should I ask?”

Loki walks over to you, “it’s a lot to explain my love but this is a variant of me from another time..”

You look at the other Loki, “another time? I don’t understand.”

Loki looks at you, “I’m sure your husband will explain more to you later I really should be getting back. I’ve never been gone this long before..”

“Wait! Back where?”

“To the end of time..where I must remain for eternity..”

“Alone?”

Loki looks down then looks back to your with a small smile, “physically yes but I have plenty of timelines to keep me company.

“That’s so sad..”

“It’s not all bad..I get to watch this one fuck up over and over again.”

“Hey!”

You let out a giggle and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. “Well I must be going.”

You reach out to take Loki’s hand to stop him from leaving but yours goes right through it. He gives you another small smile, “I’m not actually here..my physical body is on my throne.”

“Can we go see it?”

“Y/n..I don’t think that’s a good idea.”, your husband speaks up from behind you.

You turn to look at him, “you’re not even a little curious?”

“Of course I’m curious but bringing you to the end of time doesn’t sound like the best of decisions.”

“I honestly wouldn’t know how to bring you both anyway..I don’t have the necessary..”

“I do!”, Kid Loki jumps out from behind a couch.

“What are you still doing here? I thought I told you all to go back to where you all came from..”

“You did but I knew you weren’t going to leave with the rest of us and I was right!”

“I’m sorry who is this now?”, variant Loki asks.

“Another variant..the child version of us and a royal pain in my ass.”

Kid Loki shrugs and then looks to you, “hi!”

You smile, “hello.”

“So what do I have to do to make sure I meet her on my timeline?”, Kid Loki asks his fellow variant.

“You’ll just have to find out.”, the variant from this timeline responds while placing a hand on your shoulder protectively.

“What do you mean you have a way to bring us to his physical form?”, you ask.

“With this!”, he pulls a tempad out from his pocket.

You look at the device, “and what is that exactly?”

“It’s a way to travel to timelines. And I have to agree with your husband, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Oh come on! I’m not made of glass. We won’t be there long, I just want to see where you came from.” You look over to your husband , “pleaassee..”

Your Loki looks at you and rolls his eyes, “you will be the death of me woman.”

You smile and give him a kiss.

Loki looks at the two enviously, “right, if we’re going to actually do this I would prefer it to be sooner rather than later.”

You take your husbands hand and look at the younger version of the man you love, “we’re ready!”

Kid Loki taps on the tempad and a door appears, they all walk through and what you see takes your breath away. You see Loki sitting on a golden throne, eyes closed, surrounded by green threads.

You reach out to touch one but your husband stops your hand, “hands and feet remain inside of the ride please.”

“I take you to Disney once and that’s what you took from it?”

“It’s a good rule to live by.”

You take another look around and are amazed by what you see. You approach the Loki sitting on the throne and when you get close enough his eyes open. He gives you a soft smile, “welcome…to my…home.”

“It’s amazing. But you must be terribly lonely.”, you say sadly.

“It’s not all that bad, watching over every timeline has been rather enlightening.”

“I can imagine.”, you step closer to him and reach out to touch his hand. When your hand makes contact Loki flinches a bit, not used to having any type of physical contact. You quickly bring your hand back.

“Hehe..my apologies my lady..”

“It’s ok..”, you reach out to his hand again and this time he lets you gently take his hand in yours.

His eyes close, enjoying the moment of physical touch, something that truthfully he has been longing for since he has taken this throne.

“I’m so sorry you are burdened with this..”, you say sadly.

Loki opens his eyes and smiles at you, “it is alright dearest. It is the sacrifice I must make so that you can exist and that to me makes this all worth it.”

You smile and lean down slightly, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you. Thank you for keeping us all safe, for allowing me to have him.”

Loki smiles again, “you’re welcome darling. And..thank you..”

“For what?”, you ask him confused.

“For loving me…him..you are truly one of a kind.”

You blush, “thank you..”

“We best be going now darling..”, your husband says from behind you.

Loki nods, “he speaks true darling, you all must go back to your timelines. I thank you for visiting me here..”

“Can we come back one day?”, you asks hopefully, still holding his hand.

Loki looks down, “as much as I would love to see you again…I’m afraid that would not be wise.”

Loki could already feel his resolve slipping..the idea of being loved by a person like this was too tempting. It made him yearn and want, feelings that he was not in position to be feeling. He knew the sacrifice he was making when he decided to take this throne. He knew what he was giving up and seeing you again would only make that reality so much more painful.

You look at him sadly and then look back to your husband with tears in your eyes, “how can I leave you here? All alone like this?…”

“You must my darling..we must go home.”, your husband tries to reason with you.

You look back to your husbands variant, “I will think of you every day..I will love him with everything that I have. How can I possibly thank you for what you have done for us?”

Loki lifts your hand to his lips and places a kiss on it, “love him with all of your heart, that is how you can thank me. Let him feel your love in every touch and every kiss. Be the great love that he has always dreamed of, the love that he believes he does not deserve.”

You give him a small nod and stand releasing his hand. You walk back to your husband and he wraps his arms around your shaking form. He gives you a kiss on the top of your head, swaying you back and forth comfortingly. The variant looks back to his other self sitting on the throne and gives him a nod of thanks, “thank you..for her..for everything.”

Loki nods from his throne.

“Alright, lets get you two home..”, Kid Loki says as he activates the tempad.

The orange time door appears and you look back to Loki one more time, you give him a watery smile, take your husbands hand and turn to walk through the door. Once they are all gone Loki’s tears fall down his face. His hand reaches up to his cheek where you had kissed him. He will try to hold on to that feeling, every time he feels somber or alone..he will think of you.

He will always think of you.

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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Do you have a masterlist for The Fated Apple Universe?

Not yet, I do plan on making one though. Especially if I keep on getting requests/write any future one shots 😊

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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Hi Lovely,

I absolutely loved Fated Apple - I checked my phone about 4 times a day on the edge of my seat, hoping that there was a new part to read once I finished work or woke up in the morning.

If you’re taking requests, can I request a one shot with Loki x reader in the fated apple universe. Lord Alarian has escaped from the cells and Loki gets worried for readers (and child if you wish) safety, only when she comes face to face with the Lord, she shows Loki that she is a fighter and that she is stronger than she looks when she knocks out Lord Alarian.

Love your writing so much and really hope you continue!

Self Defense: One Shot (The Fated Apple Universe)

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: language, violence, implied smut

Summary: An incident in the dungeons puts the palace on high alert.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it 💚 Keep those requests coming, I’m having a blast!!

“How long is this supposed to take?..”

“As long as it takes.”

Alarian turns back to facing the wall. They were currently inspecting his cell, something the guards were required to do at random, a way to be sure no prisoner has any contraband. They weren’t neat about it either. A guard had just tossed over his bed to get a look underneath to be sure there was nothing hidden in the paper thin mattress.

Alarian rolls his eyes, “I just made that..”

“What? You have something else to do with your time? An appointment to keep with your high council?”

Alarian doesn’t bother to respond. He just continues facing forward knowing that even if he comes back with a witty retort it still doesn’t change his circumstances. He will be thrown right back into the same place he has been for the last 3 years..the same place he will remain for eternity.

BOOOM!!

An explosion knocks Alarian off of his feet, the guard taunting him landing on top of him. When the room stops spinning and the ringing in his ears stops, he looks to his right and sees a massive hole where a cell should be. One of the other inmates must’ve been concealing some dangerous contraband indeed…

There is so much chaos around him. Guards are running to the rubble to assist the injured while others are securing the other cells. They don't seem to notice he’s even underneath the unconscious guard.

He shoves the guards body off of him slowly enough so that the other guards will not notice and then slips out from underneath him. He looks to the left and sees an open pathway to an exit. He stands ever so slowly and makes his way to the stairs that will eventually leave to his freedom.

He gets to the top of the steps and takes a quick look to be sure he has slipped by unnoticed. Once he sees the guards are still distracted, unaware of his current escape attempt he steps into the open doorway. With a smile, he slips out the door.

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“My Queen. This is the new fabric from Vanaheim I was speaking to you about yesterday for the princess.”

“Oh! That is lovely. Y/n..what do you think?”, Frigga turns to show you the fabric.

You walk over with Mina in your arms. Your sweet baby girl. You were a little scared when you found out you were pregnant at first. Loki was too but everything went just as expected during the birth. You had fully transitioned into your Asgardian form and you were able to have the strength to give birth to your daughter without a hitch.

Loki was a nervous wreck the entire time of course. Even in the weeks following Mina’s birth he was hesitant to let people hold her. His little girl had him wrapped around her finger and he couldn’t be happier about it. He took her to council meetings, walks through the garden, the stables. He insisted on her sitting on his lap every dinner.

Wrapped. Around. Her. Finger.

You and Frigga were picking out fabrics for Mina with the royal dress maker in Frigga’s tea room. Mina’s birthday is approaching and Frigga is pulling out the big guns for it. People from all over the realm will be coming for the celebrations. You say celebrations because there will be multiple celebrations.

Mina is the love of Frigga’s life. She thought she loved her own children more than anything. But the day that little girl was born..her entire world changed. She dotes on her just as much as Loki does.

You touch the fabric that Frigga is holding out to you, “it’s beautiful. I love the color.”

It was a beautiful cream color, it would be perfect for if and when Mina decides she wants to switch to her Jotun form. The blue of her skin has been getting darker every day since she was born, getting closer to Loki’s shade of blue. Something you absolutely love. Switching forms was something that came naturally to her. She saw her father do it one day and ever since then she would just shift at random.

“Very good princess, I should have all you requested completed in the next few days.”

You thank the royal dress maker and she rushes out the door to start her work.

Frigga sits down and pours you and herself some tea, “come sit dear.”

You do as she asks, sitting Mina in your lap. You give her one of the baby treats from the table and she starts eating them happily. Every time she claps her little hands flinging a bit of cookie on you, she turns her little face up and smiles.

You smile back at her and kiss her nose.

“I’m sure Jane is excited to see Mina.”, Frigga says while you take a sip of tea.

You nod, “she’s so excited. It’s been almost a year since she’s seen her in person. She’s gotten so big.”

You look down at your daughter sadly, she’s getting so big so fast.

You jump out of your chair when Loki comes bursting into the room followed by 6 guards. Mina immediately starts to cry from fright, the poor thing jumped out of her skin from all of the commotion.

“Loki?! What’s going on?”, you ask trying to soothe your frightened baby.

He turns to his guards before answering you, “all of you are to stay with The Queen and Princesses. You guard them with your lives. You report everything and anything directly to me. Understood?”

The guards respond in unison and break into a formation surrounding the room. Loki turns around to look at you, “Alarian has escaped.”

“What? How?!”, Frigga asks while wrapping her arm around your shoulders protectively.

“A prisoner next to Alarian’s cell was brewing an unstable elixir from various tonics he was concealing, it went off during their inspection. Alarian somehow managed to sneak out during all of the chaos.”

Loki takes a still crying Mina from your arms, “hush my sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry. Shh..shh..”. Mina’s cries eventually turn into whimpers and soon only little sniffles could be heard from her. Loki looks back to you, “I apologize for barging in that way..I just had to get to you..I had to see you were all safe myself.”

You place a hand on Mina’s back and the other on Loki’s cheek, “it’s ok. Should we stay here or go to our rooms?”

“I’m going to escort you to our rooms now, the guards will remain there with you.”

You nod, happy with the decision. It will be easier keeping Mina calm and happy in her own environment. Also, Loki has their chambers protected with incredibly powerful magic. It would be stupid to even try.

Loki opens a portal to your chambers, you all walk through it including your 6 guards.

The portal snaps shut and Frigga approaches Loki to take Mina from him, “I’m going to lay her down.”

Loki looks to a guard, “go with the Queen, I want two guards with each of them at all times.”

You take Loki’s hand, “we’re going to be ok. We’re safe. Go be scary Prince of Asgard.”

He nods and gives you a kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too, be careful.”

With another quick nod he turns around and walks out the door. You take a deep breath, worried about Alarian being on the loose. You were thankful to have Loki there to make sure you and Mina were well protected.

Frigga walks out and walks straight to you, “everything will be alright dear, Alarian cannot get through Loki’s wards.”

“I know. I’m just worried about Loki.”

“I understand. I will not tell you not to be because you will worry regardless..but just know..there is nothing he wouldn’t do to get back to you and Mina.”

You nod, you know how right she is. Loki would move mountains, stop time, go through any obstacle in order to get back to you and his baby girl. His gifts from the Norns.

About 30 minutes go by and Mina is still asleep in her crib. You’re watching her little face, making sure she’s having pleasant dreams. Judging by her little breaths and peaceful face, it looked like she was.

You’re looking down at your beautiful girl when you hear the sound of glass crashing to the floor. You whip your head to where the sound came from and already the two guards that are inside the room with you are already in motion.

You pick Mina up out of her crib and bring her close to your chest. Frigga comes rushing in with the rest of the guards, “are you alright?”

You nod, “yea, I think a vase fell over.”

Frigga looks in the direction of all of the guards and can see there was indeed a broken vase shattered on the floor. “Curious. How did it fall?”

“I don’t know. I was watching Mina sleep and then I heard a crash..”

Frigga feels uneasy, “come, let us go to the sitting room with the baby..”

You leave the room not noticing Frigga taking a long look around the room before leaving herself. The guards do a sweep and then they themselves leave to continue their guard of the royal ladies.

Alarian releases his invisibility enchantment. He was proud of himself for remembering where Odin kept all of his enchanted bobbles. The necklace he’s currently wearing is the only thing keeping him safe from Loki’s wards. If it weren’t for that, he would’ve been detected the minute he slipped inside.

Now to deal with the guards..and the Allmother..

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“Time for a sweep.” The guards start to break off to do a sweep of all of the rooms, three remaining in the room with you, Mina and Frigga.

One of the guards was walking through Mina’s bedroom. After he cleared the room he turns back to the door to return his post. A thunking sound stops him in his tracks. He turns back around, unsheathing his sword. He walks slowly toward the location of the sound, he reaches the door to the princesses’ bathing chamber. Before he can reach for the knob everything goes black.

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All of the guards return from their sweep, all reporting back with good news. Nothing suspicious or out of place.

“Mama…milk…pweaase”, Mina asks you from her seated position on the floor by your feet.

“You want some milk baby?”, you ask her.

“Pwease…milk mama…pwease!”

You giggle, “ok baby.”, Mina is talking like crazy now. Little broken words here and there. Her favorites being daddy and whatever her favorite snack at the moment is.

You ask Frigga to watch Mina while you get her her drink of choice. She happily accepts and picks up Mina in her arms to show her little distractions of magic.

You’re getting some milk out of the refrigerator from the small kitchen Loki had created for you. You insisted on having something similar to the kitchen you had back on Earth. Especially after you started getting pregnancy cravings at weird hours of the night. You hated asking the maids for late night snacks and you certainly weren’t going to waddle yourself down to the kitchens. And truthfully you missed cooking.

So Loki conjured you a kitchen.

You’re mid pour when you hear at knock at the door. You turn your gaze but a guard is already in route to open it, their hand on the hilt of their sword, ready for whatever could walk in.

When he opens it you hear some talking and then another guard walks in. “Queen Frigga. The Allfather has requested your presence.”

Frigga stands with Mina in her arms, “I do not understand. Prince Loki made it clear he wanted us to remain here.”

The guard nods, his closed helm clanking against his chest. “The Allfather insists My Queen.”

“Alright.”, she looks down to Mina. “It looks like we will be taking your milk to go see Grandpa.”

“The Allfather only requires your presence My Queen. Princess y/n and Princess Mina will remain here with their guard.”

Frigga looks to you and then back to the guard, “My son was insistent that the princesses remain with me.”

“I am sorry My Queen. The Allfather made it clear. I am only to retrieve you.”

“Very well.”, Frigga walks to you with Mina in her arms. “I’m going to see what he could possibly want and I will be back.”

You take Mina in your arms and pass her her sippy cup which she happily accepts.

“Tank you mama”, she says before she takes a large sip.

Frigga smiles as her granddaughter and gives her a kiss on her cheek. She looks to you, “I’ll see you shortly.”

You nod and then she’s gone. You look to the guards standing in the room. Two of them stayed with Frigga while the other four stayed with you and Mina. Then you look down at Mina who is happily drinking her milk, “welp..it’s just you and me my little ice cube. Come on let’s go wait for daddy and grandma with your toys.”

Mina kicks her feet clearly very happy with your decision.

You place her down on the floor and grab a few of her favorite toys. She’s playing happily on the floor and after some time you see her start to slow down.

“Tired baby?”, you ask her.

She nods sleepily and crawls in your lap. You scoop her up and start to rock her back and forth. She falls asleep almost instantly. You give her a little kiss on her forehead and stand up. You walk her into her bedroom and place her down and gently as you can in her crib.

“So precious.”

You whip around and see Alarian standing in the doorway of Mina’s bedroom. He’s leaning against the door as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“How did you even get in here?!”, you look over his shoulder for the guards that were supposed to be posted at the very door he’s standing in.

“Let’s just say your husband doesn’t always think of everything…”, he takes a step into the room.

You hold your hand out, “stay away.”

He stops and holds up his hands, “I just want to talk.”

“We’ll talk outside then..come anywhere near my daughter and I’ll…”

“You’ll what princess?…Come along now..no need to disturb your little…ice cube.”

You give him a hard stare, not liking the idea of being watched by him but decide to do as he says. For now. You walk to him and he steps out of the room with you, you close the door behind you safely keeping Mina away from the crazed man.

When you get to the sitting room you see the four guards that were meant to guard you, all unconscious on the floor. You look to Alarian with wide eyes.

“Have a seat.”, he holds out his hand.

“No thank you. I think I’ll stand.”

“Very well. Can I get you a refreshment?”

“Can you get to the point? What do you want from me exactly. You know Loki is going to find you and when he finds out you were here..”

“Oh he will be furious indeed.”, he walks over to your beloved kitchen and opens the refrigerator door. He takes out the milk you had just poured for your baby girl and the idea of him taking something that is meant to be for Mina infuriates you.

“Do you know the true reason why I was so against your betrothal with Prince Loki?”

The only response you give him is a blank, bored stare.

“You have..changed..the God of Mischief..tamed him if you will. I could always count on Prince Loki to be the irrational one of the two sons of Odin. The heir to the throne of a people hated by our own. He was born for chaos. Until you..until you and the little brat you brought into the world.”

“He can still cause that same chaos if properly motivated. Kidnapping his wife and child is a good start..”, you interrupt his monologue.

Alarian walks around the kitchen island and walks right into your personal space. He takes a dirty finger and places a hair that has escaped your braid behind your ear. His hand travels to the back of your neck where he grips you in a firm hold, the added pressure holding you in place.

“That’s where you come in my dear. You see I of course do not wish to feel the full wrath of Loki and the rest of the royal family. So you are going to help me escape without future repercussions. You’re going to be sure your fated love stays far..far away from me..”

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“Mother? What are you doing out here?!”

Loki runs into Frigga and her two guards in the hallway just outside Odin’s council room.

“Loki, your father has apparently summoned me. Do you know what could possibly be so important?”

Loki shakes his head, “Mother….. Father did not summon you. Where is y/n?”

“She is in your chambers with the remaining four guards…the guard..he said…”, she turns to see the guard that summoned her to begin with but he is no longer standing with the other two guards who escorted her here. “Oh no..”

Frigga’s eyes go wide as she looks into Loki’s panicked ones.

Loki immediately opens a portal to his chambers expecting to see either an empty room or possibly something worse. What he sees is something he never would’ve expected.

When Loki, Frigga and guards run through the portal they see you mid attack. You had taken Alarian’s arm that was around your neck and twisted it so hard it snapped from the force. Alarian let out a scream of pain and you took the opportunity to use the very arm you just broke to throw him to the ground. Landing a good punch for good measure.

“Motherfucker!”, you give him a few good kicks to the stomach.

“Ahh!! Ahh!! Stop!! Stop!! My arm!! You broke my arm!!”

“You’re lucky that’s all I broke you piece of shit!”

“Y/n!”

You stop your assault and look over to see Loki and Frigga staring at you with open mouths and wide eyes. The guards are also frozen in surprise.

“What? I told you I started working out with Sif.”

Loki walks up to you and gives you a long passionate kiss. He breaks away and looks at you, “you are magnificent.”

You hear a faint cry from Mina’s bedroom and Frigga sprints into action, soon stepping out of the room bouncing a whimpering Mina in her arms. “It’s ok Angel. Grandma’s here sweet girl.”

“Escort this filth to the dungeons. We’ll deal with him later.”

“His arm highness? Should we send for a healer?”

“Let him be for now. I want him to remember what happens to anyone foolish enough to attack my family.”

The guards pick a groaning Alarian up and leave your chambers. You look back to Loki who is staring at you with a look of pure fondness.

“What?”

“Working out with Sif?”

“Working out? Fighting lessons…whatever you want to call it.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, “I’m impressed.”

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, “oh yea? Want me to show you some more moves I’ve learned later?”

“Absolutely..”, he leans in for a kiss but is cut short when you both hear the sound of giggles.

“Momma and Daddy kissing…”, Mina says sweetly, her head leaning on Frigga’s shoulder bashfully. She has shifted to a lovely shade a blue so the rosiness of her cheeks made them look a little purple.

Adorable.

Frigga smiles and runs her hand through Mina’s hair, “your mommy and daddy love each other very much.”

Mina sits up straight and holds her hands out to the both of you, Loki immediately reaches out and takes her. Giving her a kiss on her cheek, holding her tightly against him. His mind going to worst case scenarios of what could have happened if his wife hadn’t done what she did.

He looks to you and wraps his free arm around your waist bringing you in for another hug. You wrap your arms around him and your daughter, so thankful for the strength that you now have to protect the people you love.

The guards Alarian knocked unconscious were all cleared with a full bill of health. It turns out Alarian was using hidden passageways he learned about during his many years of service. There was one inside Mina’s bathing chamber that Loki immediately sealed. The others were soon to follow…

Healers eventually tended to an embarrassed Alarian. The word of the Princess of Asgard kicking the shit out of him spreading fast. The inmates and the guards never fail to remind him every chance they get. Odin offered to send him away to continue his sentence in another realm but Loki refused. He liked knowing where Alarian was at all times.

You’re currently sitting in a rocking chair, rocking Mina to sleep when Loki kneels down next to you both. He brushes his hand through Mina’s hair, “such a heavy sleeper this one.”

You smile, “one of the few things she got from me.”

“She has received many traits from you my heart. Her smile. Her laugh. Her ability to snore louder than Thor..”

“Hey!..”

“Hehehe! I jest darling. She is more like you than you know. And I thank the Norns for you both every day…I find I must…apologize to you my heart..”

You look at him confused, “apologize? For what?”

“I swore to you you would never see Alarian again. I failed you in this.”

“Loki you did everything that you could to protect us. None of what happened was your fault.”

“He still got to you anyway…”

“You’re feeling guilty over something that you couldn’t control.”, you look at his face and see your words have little affect over his mood.

You stand from the chair and place Mina in her crib for the night. She’s going to be moving on to a big girl bed soon, another reminder of how fast she is growing.

Loki stands behind you and places his hands on your waist, the both of you look on silently at your sleeping daughter. You turn your face and give him a peck on the cheek, “come on. Let’s let her sleep.”

You both silently creep out of the room, you take his hand in yours and lead him to the balcony outside of your sitting room.

“I need you to stop feeling so guilty.”

He looks down as he faces the gardens beneath you, “I know..I just can’t help but feel responsible..”

“You’re not responsible for what that man did. Which in the scheme of things wasn’t a whole lot..”

“Not a whole….he held you and our child hostage!”

“Oh, barely! I had the man crying longer than he held me hostage.”

“It was too close.”

“I agree. It was too close. But you and your father have taken extra precautions with the more dangerous magical artifacts, like the necklace Alarian used to get by your wards… you’re doing everything within your power to make sure something like this doesn’t happen again..”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all. But you’re right. Dwelling on it changes nothing. We can only prepare for any future threats.”

He rubs his hand on your arm leaning on the railing, “and I am very proud of you for making him cry. You defended yourself and Mina well. A true Asgardian warrior.”

“I knew you would come for us..I just wanted to buy you some time…”, you smile bashfully at his praise.

He takes your hand and wraps it around his neck, then slowly grabs your other one and does the same, wrapping his own arms around your waist. Your back is now leaning against the railing, you’re staring into Loki eyes which quickly changed from a deep sincerity to a mischievous, sultry one. “Hm..I distinctly remember you saying something about….showing me…what other moves the Lady Sif has taught you..”

You smile, “I did didn’t I?”

He nods, “you absolutely did darling..”, he starts to sway you both, starting a slow dance right there on the balcony. “And I know how much you love to show me when you learn something new…I simply wish to help you…retain the information you’re learning.”

“So generous of you…bedroom?”

“Yep.”, you and Loki detach quickly and quietly speed walk to your bed chambers.

The end…

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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I love your oneshots; especially "The Second Princess".

Thank you love 💚

I’m also happy that you enjoyed Something Real as well 💚

Thank you for taking the time out and reading some of my older work. It definitely makes me want to go back and maybe spruce up some things 🤣🤣

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ladylovesloki · 1 year ago

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Hi sweetheart!

Congratulations on completing The Fated Apple! The concept was so original, and I loved the flow of events. Even though the series was only 9 parts, the story flowed perfectly and effortlessly!

I have a request for a one shot under this series. What if a few months later, Princess Y/N discovers she’s pregnant?

Loki would obviously be a mother hen about it.

Y/N would be excited about carrying a Jotun child, and when that realization dawns on Loki, he’d be extra careful and extra worried so much so he has a nightmare of Y/N, a mortal Y/N, giving birth and dying from the strain—forgetting completely that his princess is now Asgardian and has more endurance than before.

You are the sweetest💚

Thank you for giving me a reason to continue writing about these two. And thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it 💚

Painful Possibilities: One Shot (The Fated Apple Universe)

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, birthing complications (nothing too graphic)

“Ugh”

Your face is currently in the toilet. You’ve been throwing up for the last two days and your feeling off.

“That’s it. I’m calling for a healer.”

“No Loki. It’s fine. It’s just a stomach bug.”

“A stomach bug? Is that some sort of insect from your realm?”, Loki asks confused.

You close your eyes and place your forehead on the toilet, “no..it’s what some people call stomach illnesses on Earth.”

He points at you, “Ha! So you admit it! You are ill!”

“Ughh..Loki..fine. Call a healer if it’s going to make you feel better.”

He walks away mumbling to himself, “make me feel better? My head isn’t the one laying on the thing I place my ass on.”

A few moments later, Loki is back and he’s kneeling down next to you with his blue hand on your neck.

“Mmm..that feels amazing. Thank you.”

“I wish you would’ve let me call for a healer sooner.”

“Prince Loki? Princess y/n?”, you hear from just outside the bath chamber door.

“Enter.”

Eir walks in and looks to you with a sympathetic look, “oh princess…tell me what you are feeling child.”

Loki stands but stays close as Eir moves in closer to treat you.

You look up at her miserably, “I have an upset stomach..”

“She hasn’t been feeling well for the last few days. She is vomiting at random moments of the day. She is exhausted..fatigued..”, Loki interrupts knowing you would downplay your symptoms.

Eir nods, “alright, let’s go to the healing wing and get you under a soul forge.”

Loki helps you stand, you don’t even bother protesting. He creates a portal straight there and doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re laying down on one of the beds.

Eir starts her analysis after activating the soul forge and after a few moments she looks down at you and smiles. “Have you had your monthly princess?”

You shake your head, “no..I figured I was late because of my transition. You told me the apple effects beings differently.”

“I did indeed. But that has nothing to do with why you are feeling this way..”

Loki takes your hand in his but continues looking at Eir, “what is it Eir?”

She smiles at the worried prince, “it seems your mother is going to have another celebration feast to plan. Congratulations Majesties, you are to have a child.”

You and Loki look to each other in shock and then you both snap your attention back to Eir.

“Come again?..”, you ask. Not sure if you heard right.

“You are pregnant princess.”

You and Loki look at each other again with the same shocked look.

“I shall give you both a moment.”, before she leaves she places two vials on the table next to you. “Take this, it will help you with the nausea. This tonic also carries all of the necessary vitamins and nutrients you will need for a healthy pregnancy. I will have one brought to you every morning with your tea. Good night highnesses.”

Eir leaves you both and you’re still standing there in silence. Loki hasn’t let go of your hand and you’re taking that as a good sign.

You slowly look down to your stomach and place your free hand on it. “Pregnant?..”

“Pregnant.”, Loki repeats. “This is..darling…this is incredible.”

You look back up to his face and see tears streaming down. “Oh Loki..come here baby.”

He falls into your open arms and starts to cry into your shoulder. You can feel is body shaking. “I take it these are happy tears then?”

He pulls away from your shoulder, “happy? Darling. I’m elated. Terrified certainly. But…this is one of the happiest moments of my existence.” He leans in and kisses you and you can’t stop the giggle that leaves your lips.

“Some stomach bug huh?..”, you joke.

Loki’s brow furrows in confusion,“do Midgardians also refer to pregnancies as stomach bugs?”

“Ha! No”

“Ok good because we’re not comparing our child to an insect.”

“Ok dad.”

Loki’s playful smile falls for a moment.

“Uh oh..you ok?” You ask concerned by his changed in mood.

He looks at you sadly, “will I be able to do this?..I don’t know how to be a good father…what if you’re not fully transitioned in time and your body cannot handle the birth?…my Jotun heritage…what if that alone is too much?!...I cannot lose you..I will not lose you..”

“Whoa whoa…slow down Loki..everything is going to be ok. You are going to be an amazing father. I’m sure of it. And I will be fine. You’re not going to lose me. I promise you. Do you honestly think the Norns are that cruel? To bring us together just to tear us apart in such a horrible way? This is meant to be my love.”, you place his hand on your stomach.

He nods and lets out a breath, “you’re right. We will tell mother in the morning and Eir will be sure you are completely safe during the entire pregnancy. I will not apologize for how overly protective I am about to become…”

“I expect nothing less.”, you bring his forehead down to yours. “You got this pops.”

He smiles, “we got this.”

The elixir does indeed make you feel better and the following morning you see another one sitting next to your tea. You take it and move along with your day, Loki staring at you the entire time with a goofy smile on his face.

You find Frigga in her tea room and tell her the news.

“Truly?…”, she whispers. Eyes locked on you.

You can’t help it, you start to cry as you nod your head yes.

Frigga launches herself from her seat and brings you into a hug. Loki stands back and watches the moment between the two most important women in his life.

Frigga separates herself from you and looks up at Loki, “oh my boy.” She brings him into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you my darling. I have dreamed of this life for you since the moment Odin brought you to me.”

He looks at his mother, “thank you. For everything….Grandmother…”, he smiles.

Frigga’s hands fly to her face, flushed from her excitement. She moves her hands to her cheeks, uncovering her eyes. “Oh there’s so much to do…We shall wait a few weeks to announce it..oh the amount of beings from all over the nine that will wish to come and give their blessings... I must inform Idunn…” She looks back to you and Loki. “Forgive me, I have prayed so long for a grandchild.”

She looks back at you, “how are you feeling my dear? I assume you saw Eir?”

You nod, “yes, she confirmed it last night. I wasn’t feeling well…”

“She lost everything she ate that day and then some. I called for Eir and she immediately took her to a soul forge.”

You smile at Frigga, “I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like. I hope some of their Jotun features come through.”

You look at Loki, “can you imagine?”

You looked so happy he couldn’t break your heart by telling you that that might be one of his greatest fears about this pregnancy. He was afraid his child will be alienated because of their Jotun genes. He never wants to see his child go through the same struggles he had to endure throughout his youth.

Also the complications that might arise from her giving birth to a Jotun babe…

But you looked elated. You were proud to carry a Jotun child. Excited at the possibility of them having Jotun features.

No. He will keep his anxieties to himself. The best he can do for you is keep you happy and safe. You and the baby are the most important things in his life and he will do anything he had to do to protect you both.

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“No shoes this morning darling?”

“My feet are even more swollen today than they were yesterday, I can’t fit in to any shoes this morning.”

“Oh my heart..”, Loki moves back in his seat to push his chair back slightly and then pats his knee.

Already knowing what he is asking, you turn your body as best you can and place your feet on his leg. As soon as you do he starts to massage them.

You hum out a pleased moan and close your eyes, the feeling of his hands on your feet feeling heavenly.

“Good?”

You nod and then you can feel the temperature drop in his hands. You open your eyes and see he has shifted completely into his Jotun form. He has been doing this more often in public now. After that one day you overheated on your way walking to the library and Loki decided to just shift right in the middle of the hall.

Some Asgardians stopped and looked on in shock, no one had ever seen Loki in this form before besides the royal family. Ever since then, whenever you feel the slightest bit of discomfort and need to cool down he shifts into his Jotun form.

Fuck them. His wife is carrying his child. He will do anything within his power to make sure you are comfortable and happy.

You’re about 8 months along now and you’re ready for this kid to get here.

You look at Loki’s but he is heavily concentrated on rubbing your feet just the way you like. You can’t help but get his attention, “hey..”

He looks up at you with his bright red eyes.

You smile when you see them, “thank you.”

He smiles back sweetly, “you’re welcome darling. Relax.”

“Good morning darlings!”, Frigga arrives at the table. She leans over you and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “how are you y/n? I see your feet are…slightly more swollen than yesterday..”

You laugh, Frigga knows damn well your feet are massive in comparison to yesterday. “Yea..Loki’s on it though. This one is destined to be a Superdad.”

Frigga smiles at the two of you overwhelmed with joy. When she heard the news that you were pregnant not even a year after your marriage to her son she was beyond joyful. She has longed for having babies around the palace again and for them to be her own grandchildren made her even more excited.

She rubs your shoulders before she sits next to you, “just a few more weeks left and then they will be here. I must say I still find the Earthly tradition odd of not knowing what the gender of the baby until the birth.”

“I want to be surprised, plus it’s not like gender is going to matter to much. Their dad can switch genders whenever he feels the need.”

“Or want darling. You must remember how on occasion you ask me to switch.”

You blush, “you’re lovely in your female form, I can’t help it.”

Frigga smiles, she has been watching your relationship bloom over the past year and she couldn’t be happier that her son had a fated match. The Norns couldn’t have created a more perfect being for her son.

Frigga takes her seat and shortly after their meals are brought out. Loki releases your feet and switches back to his Asgardian form as he fills your plate. You find your tastes haven’t changed too much but you were hungrier than you have ever been in your life. The healers tell you it’s a combination of your body still transitioning to becoming fully Asgardian and your growing baby.

After you eat your food, you lean back in your chair and rub your belly with a satisfied look at your face.

“Happy?”, Loki catches your attention when he sees your content face.

You nod, “very. Do you think you can help me get to the workshop? I want to paint for a little bit.”

“Of course my love, will you please have one of your ladies with you though? I want to be sure if something were to happen you have someone there with you.”

The workshop usually has a few people at a time in it now but Loki always wants to be sure someone who knows who to call for is there with you if and when you need assistance or an emergency should occur.

You nod, “are you kidding? I’ve had to have two with me daily just in case I need one of them to bring me a snack or a cooling elixir.”

You’re finding yourself feeling hotter lately. The healers tell you it’s because of the part Jotun baby growing inside of you. You honestly thought it would be the opposite and that you would be feeling the cold from them but that hasn’t been the case.

It’s something that has been concerning Loki. The massive fear of complications occurring because of the baby’s Jotun heritage is an ever present one. Any discomfort that you experience that he could contribute to the Jotun genes, he would feel a small amount of panic and guilt. All you could do was reassure him that you were ok.

Once you’re ready Loki helps you stand and he creates a portal to the workshop. He waits there until two of your ladies arrive before he departs for his morning duties.

He walks you through the room as you say your hellos to the people already there and then gives you a kiss once he has you settled in your chair by the window. A canvas is comfortably placed in front of you. “I love you darling, please call for me immediately if you need anything.”

“I will. Have a great day baby.”

He leans down to give you another kiss and leaves.

You’ve been dreaming about your baby for a while now and it has been manifesting in your paintings. You never paint anything gender indicating or their face. You’re sure that will all come out when you actually see them.

You’re secretly hoping it’s a boy. You genuinely don’t care either way but the idea of a little Loki running around makes your heart skip a beat. As you paint, your ladies keep conversation with you and the people around you.

You start feeling a little flushed, “could I possibly have some of that cooling elixir please? I can already feel my body getting warmer.”

“Of course y/n.”, your maid stands and brings you the elixir. Once you drink it you feel immediate relief.

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”, she takes a longer look at you and sees a little discomfort on your face. “Shall I call for Eir or Prince Loki? You are looking rather flushed.”

You shake your head, “no I’m alright. Thank you though.”

The maid sits back down but pays closer attention to you and your body language for any sign of continued discomfort.

You shift a little in your seat and your maid notices a little sweat on your brow, “princess. I insist on calling for Eir.”

“Ella..really I’m fine.”, you argue.

“You are still flushed after you have taken your elixir. Allow me to call for Eir..just to be cautious.”

You have mercy on the poor girl and agree to let her call Eir but you knew as soon as she was summoned Loki would be soon to follow.

Eir arrives quickly and is currently kneeling down in front of you with her hands on your rounded stomach. And just like you predicted Loki comes running through the door.

“What is happening?! Eir?! Is she alright?!”

You give him an exasperated look, “calm down Loki, she just got here. I got a little warm and Ella called for Eir just to be safe.”

He looks over to Ella, “thank you Ella. Im sure my wife gave you grief about calling for a healer.”

Ella bows, “she only declined me once My Prince.”

He looks back to you in surprise, “oh I see only once for your lady maids but Norns forbid I suggest it more than once.”

You roll your eyes, “oh please you’re being dramat….Ahhh!” You suddenly feel a sharp pain in your abdomen.

Loki’s face goes pale and he immediately falls to his knees next to Eir, “what’s happening?”

“Her stomach is spasming. The baby is quite active at the moment.” She looks around the room and sees a few Asgardians who were still in the workshop now focusing their situation on you. “Everyone out.”

Not a single soul hesitates, they all stand at once and leave the workshop. Only Eir, Loki and your two maids remain.

She looks back to you, “sit back princess, Loki help me lift her gown.”

You and Loki do as she instructs and as soon as your skirts are raised up to your waist Eir removes your undergarments. She places her one hand on your belly and the other one between your legs to check for anything concerning.

She looks up to you, “princess. You are about 5 centimeters dilated.”

“What?!” It’s too soon! I had a few weeks left still.”

“I know princess but it seems the young royal is ready to meet you sooner rather than later. We must get you to the healing wing. Ladies, send for the Queen. Tell her to meet us in the birthing suite.”

Loki hasn’t said a word, he’s just staring at your belly. Your hand clutched in two of his, his face impossibly white.

“My Prince. Prince Loki. A portal right now would be useful.”

He doesn’t move.

You take your other hand and grab his face, “hey.”

His eyes shift to you.

“Snap out of it. It’s time. Whether we are ready or not. I need you Loki.”

He shoots up to his feet and immediately conjures a portal, he reaches for you and picks you up effortlessly out of your chair. Without a word he walks you through the portal into the birthing suite. Eir instructs her healers around them while Loki lays you down.

“Alright?”, he asks you.

You nod and then grab his hand, “it’s going to be ok. We’re going to be ok.”

He nods and leans down to give you a kiss. Frigga enters the room in a rush. “I already called for Heimdall to inform Jane, Thor should be in Midgard now to bring her here. How are you faring dear?”

“I’m nervous. It’s too soon.”

“All will be well my darlings. Your baby is just ready to meet their adoring parents.”, she looks to a still pale Loki.

“My son. Everything will be well.”, she reaches out for him and brings him into a hug.

He nods and looks back to you, “I’m alright. I’m here. Whatever you need.”

You smile and take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the possibly many hours of labor.

A couple hours go by, Jane arrived not long after you started to feel contractions. She hasn’t left the other side of the bed. Loki refuses to move from the side he has occupied since they arrived, his hand never leaving yours. Every once in a while he shifts into his Jotun form to help cool you down or conjure you some ice to eat.

A few short hours after that you feel it’s time to push. Eir gets between your legs and confirms that you can indeed start pushing and starts to coach you through it. Jane is standing at your side, holding one hand. Loki is standing at your other side, holding your other one. Frigga and another healer are standing at your feet holding a leg each.

“Alright princess. Give me one big push.”, Eir instructs you, seated between your legs.

You push as hard as you can, squeezing Loki’s and Jane’s hands for the extra leverage. After a few seconds you relax and breathe in.

“Again.”, Eir instructs you.

You do as she says and push again as hard as you can.

“You’re doing so well my darling.”, Loki kisses your forehead.

You push until you run out of energy.

“Don’t push again yet princess.”, Eir instructs you. She’s starting to notice a considerable amount of blood but so far she can only see the babies hair.

She does her best to clear the blood and asks her healers calmly to bring her some potions. Frigga looks down to Eir, recognizing the types of potions she is asking for. They are meant to replenish the body after extreme blood loss. It is mostly used on the battlefield.

Loki thankfully is so concentrated on you that he does not hear what Eir has been instructing the healers to bring.

“Eir?..”, Frigga asks a silent question to her most trusted healer.

Eir looks to Frigga, a quick look of concern in her eyes. “The baby has not moved from their current position. We might have to move on to other methods soon if this does not progress.”

Loki hears them now, “what’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Frigga looks to her panicked son, “the baby is not moving Loki. The healers might need to remove the child.”

You’re starting to shake from the pain and blood loss, “what’s wrong?.. is the baby ok?” You ask weakly.

Loki turns his attention to you and brushes his hand through your hair, “everything is fine my heart. It seems the baby has unfortunately taken on my stubborn trait.”

You nod and then you’re hit with another contraction, “ahhh!!! I have to push again!”

You bare down and push but still the baby has not moved. Eir looks to Frigga again who nods in understanding.

“Ladies. Prepare the room, we will be changing course.”

Loki looks to Eir, “changing course? To what? What is happening?!”

Frigga walks over to Loki and takes his hand in hers, “my son, the healers need to get the baby out as soon as possible. I’m afraid your wife cannot take much more blood loss.”

Loki looks down to you and he can already tell that your starting to lose your focus, “darling…darling can you look at me?”

You looked into his eyes, dazed.

He kisses your forehead, “the healers must..remove the baby..you can’t do this yourself any longer. It…I…they…”. His words are starting to become a nonsensical mess.

You place your hand on his cheek, “hey..it’s ok. It’s gonna be ok..no matter what..I love you.”

He looks at you for a moment, “I love you. More than anything…please..”…tears fall down his face every blink… “please don’t leave me…”

You wipe away his tears, “I will never. Ever leave you.” You place your hands firmly on his face, “let’s have this baby.”

Loki closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, when he opens them they’re full of determination and bravery. He nods and then gives you a firm kiss. Standing he looks to Eir and his mother, “what now?”

While the three of them discuss next steps, Jane leans in and kisses your forehead, “I love you sis. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too. Jane..you have to be there for Loki if I don’t..I don’t want him to be alone..”

“Hush. You’re gonna be fine. Focus on your strength.”

“Jane. Please.”

She nods, “I will. I promise. I’ll see you soon.”

She kisses your brow one more time and then moves out of the way so the healers can get ready for the next stage.

Soon there is a glowing shield in front of your face to block your view of what came next. It was a bright yellow shield that when the next healer was close enough you asked, “is it possible to change the color of that?”. You point weakly at the shield.

Frigga taps the healer on her shoulder, silently telling her she would take over. Frigga looks down to you, “what color would you like?”

“Blue?”..

Frigga smiles and wordlessly changes the color of the shield to a soft blue. You close your eyes, comforted by the soft glow from it.

“Thank you.”, your eyes still closed.

“You’re welcome. Just a little longer and you will hold your baby in your arms.”

You nod, hoping with everything you had left that she was right.

Frigga looks to Eir who is stone faced, she needed to be perfect and use all of the knowledge she has in her in order to keep you alive.

Loki comes into view and takes your hand in his, “ready?”

You nod, “ready.”

He looks to Eir and nods for them to continue, they immediately jump into action. You feel pressure and some pulling. You can’t really hear too much except for hushed orders from Eir. You briefly hear Loki whispering in your ear, you feel touches from his hands on your head and hand. More pressure. More pulling and then your ears start to ring. Underneath the ringing you hear the first cries of your baby.

You feel a moment of pure joy. And then. Nothing.

“A boy. My love. It’s a boy.” Loki is in love immediately. His son’s skin was a lovely shade of blue, his Jotun markings on display for everyone to see. But Loki didn’t feel an ounce of revulsion or guilt. His son was beautiful, just as you dreamed he would be. He looks back to your face with an elated smile, only to be met with no response from you..

“Y/n…”, Loki’s heart seizes.

“Y/n…”, he calls your name a little louder. He places his hand on your shoulder to shake you a little. “Darling?..”

Your eyes are open, but there was nothing behind them. Just a blank stare to the ceiling.

“Eir! Mother!..”

Frigga runs back from the table where the healers are tending to her new grandson and Eir looks up from where she is currently healing your incisions.

She looks to the soul forge and sees no movement from your heart. She calls to the healers and they don’t have to be told what to do. They immediately administer various potions and raise their hands to use their healing abilities to enhance their attempts at saving your life.

Loki’s heart is beating out of his chest, his head is pounding, his rapid breathing quickly turning into hyperventilating.

“Loki. Loki. My son you need to breathe, let the healers work. Eir is doing everything she can. You need to remain calm for her..”

Loki’s vision starts to blur, the roar of his blood and the sound of his crying son becoming too overwhelming. He closes his eyes tightly to try and steady himself and everything suddenly goes…silent….

And then he hears your voice…

“Loki! Loki! Wake up! Wake up!”

“Y/n!”

Loki sits up straight, his breathing ragged and sweat covering his body. He’s so soaked his hair is plastered to his forehead.

“Hey..breathe..”, you sit up slowly behind him and place one hand on his back and the other on his chest. You shift yourself so you can see his face. His eyes are sealed shut tightly again and he is trying to control his breathing. His hands are clutched in his hair at the sides of his head.

You place your hands over his to try and stop him from pulling his hair too hard, “hey..open your eyes baby. It was just a nightmare. Loki…come on baby..”

He takes a deep breath and then another one. And then another one. When he finally opens his eyes they are full of tears.

“Y/n?”, he questions pitifully.

“Yea baby. I’m right here. You’re in our bed...”, you run your fingers through his hair. “You had a bad dream huh?..”, already knowing the answer.

He nods his head miserably… “you were very pregnant…and you were about to give birth…there were complications…and your…your heart stopped….Eir was trying to bring you back..but…”

He’s starting to spiral again so you get his attention back, “hey..look at me.” You take his hand and place it on your still small baby bump. “We’re ok…I promise you..your mom, Eir, Jane and I have talked over many possibilities and complications. We are more than prepared, and remember I’m almost done with my transition. I’m growing stronger and stronger every day. Eir said during my last check up that my body is showing less and less mortal indicators. I can’t even get papercuts anymore!”

You give him a bright happy smile hoping that starts taking his mind off of the nightmare. But you can’t help yourself..

“Did you see what it was?”

He looks at you confused?, “what what was?”

“The baby?!..”

He looks down and smiles, “it was a boy…he was beautiful..”

You lean forward and give him a kiss, “well hopefully one thing comes true out of that dream.” You place your hand on your belly and rub where you know the baby is positioned.

Loki places his hand over yours, “would you like for me to tell you?”

You bite your lip, “you can tell?..”

He nods and smiles, “I can..”

You think about it a moment and then nod, “yea..yea I wanna know..”

“You’re sure?..”, he asks just in case.

You smile, “yes…are we having a boy or a girl?..”

You move your hand out of the way so Loki can place his directly on top of your stomach. He closes his eyes and after a small moment he opens them.

“It’s a girl.”

You’re hit with a jolt of surprise and when you look at Loki’s face you see a bit of relief mixed in with the excitement.

“One thing already different from that horrible nightmare.”

You kiss him, “there will be plenty of things that will be different from your nightmare…” You rub your nose against his and then look him in the eyes, “a girl? Your mom is gonna lose her mind.”

“Hehe…yes she is going to be quite happy I can imagine. Poor girl has no idea what she’s in for. She’s going to be drowning in dresses before she can walk.”

You giggle and give him another kiss, “I love you. Everything is going to be ok.”

“Yes. Yes I believe you’re right.”

Loki lays back down and places your head on his chest. He reaches his hand out and rubs comfortingly over your swelling belly. Sending love and acceptance through the bond to his daughter. Who he already loves just as much as the woman who is blessing him with her.

The end…

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