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justjams2003 · 2 years

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Thundering return

Cha~ idfk hello:) I want more dark Thor >:( Please somebody, I need it. Or mob boss Thor, anything where he is doing something criminal >:(

Pairing: Dark!Thor x slave!wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of previous rape, manipulation, stockholm syndrome type situation, violent sex, degrading, praising.

Summary: Thor comes home lustful after a heavy battle in need for a release. (Basically just smut)

Word count: 1.6k, not edited also it’s 1:30 am

When you first got hear, the sound of a storm made yours body quiver with fear. Fear of Thor, of his return. A clear sign that his mood is unstable and most likely you will be forced into the cross fires of that anger. You will be used to relieve that frustration, in any way he possibly sees fit.

After all, your marriage was forced. Your father and the all father coming to agreement. You were seen as one of the most beautiful maidens, creatures to have lived, right under the gods of course. And so you were married off and Thor was in complete defiance.

Yet still, he was over protective of you. Not allowed out without him by your side or a select view guards. Not allowed to make eye contact with any man nearby. Not to speak without his before-decided permission. All outfits had to be seen by him before any other could see.

It confused you at first, his quick mood changes. One moment he’d be cherishing your whole being with such devouring eyes. Protecting you at all costs and making sure not another would even think of upsetting you. You were happy about the marriage, having heard many good things about him.

But at nights when thunderstorms were booming loud and he took you without question, you put up a fight. As any other would. That would only upset him more. But soon he convinced you and made you realise this is how he shows his love. He’s tired and angry and then he turns to you to comfort him.

To you, he goes to you for relief. You can’t go on without him. He is the reason you have all these lavish gowns and feasts upon feasts. People protecting you from the horrors outside of the castle walls. You have the most handsome prince in all nine realms relishing your body. And so you realised how much you need him. Giving yourself to him fully and allowing yourself to be happy here.

So when thunderclouds began to form late in the afternoon, your heart raced wildly. Finally he is to return from his battle. He’s been gone at least two weeks now and it has been hell for you. Beyond lonely as you are usually to accompany Thor everywhere.

And so when you awoke just slightly past midnight with a huge boom and clap of thunder you immediately grew wet with anticipation. Urgently your closest maiden rushes in, slamming the doors open. “His Majesty has returned and demands your greeting at once,” she says, already helping her exit.

Thor is first in the greeting hall. His blonde hair is dripping wet, similar to how you are feeling. His eyes are filled with a dark cyclone. Just then as those tempestuous blue eyes land on your figure, a massive lightning bolt hits the ground. Illuminating the everything behind Thor, making him seem like only a dark shadow.

“Wife...” His voice is dripping with lust and yet his eyes filled with anger, jealousy and an emotion indescribable to you. Then you realise. Thor’s fighting company is right behind him. The Warriors Three, Sif and even Loki. They all respect you and fear you far too much to even look at your form.

He had called to you and you came without even thinking. Leaving in only a night gown, one made of satin and silk. Perfectly falling over your curves like a waterfall smooths over rocks. Thor grabs you, right by the waist. Pressing your body as close to him as you can.

You follow his lead, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. Bringing him in even closer. “We will discuss this in the bedroom.” He states, with a low growl into your ear. “For now you will stand behind me as I greet my friends for the night.” He commands to you, his voice low and trilling.

And so you listened and followed his every word. Waiting as he allows your maid to leave, commanding her to start with feast plans. He greets his friends with joyous laughter and an adrenaline filled hug. And finally when they were all gone, he turned to you.

His eyes switching from fire to lightning. He does not speak a single word but simply grabs you closer by the neck once more. His lips grapple around yours, his hands dropping mjolnir with a thud. Causing you to jump slightly and he easily takes that as an opportunity to do both pull you up to wrap your legs around his waist and devour his tongue into your mouth.

His hands squeezes onto your waist and the other holding onto your ass for dear life. Bruises will most definitely be left there within the next hour. Soon, not even sure how it was that soon, you reach the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed without much care.

“You whore!” Is his very first words, watching your every move and every curve in his body. Again a bolt strikes, he also begins removing his clothes. His cape falling, chain-mail clattering to the floor. “I spend two weeks away, surrounded by women throwing themselves at me.” His voice gruffs out as he continues.

Each time he wants to put extra care to a word thunder would boom or lightning would strike. “And I had to keep myself away from them. For your sake! To keep you happy, keep our image clean.” He explained, as if it is such a big thing to do.

But to you, it does. To you it is the most obvious thing in the world. You weren’t allowed around a select few men, not allowing you to be seduced. Thor doesn’t have that same privilege. Having to keep his mind pure without someone there to help him. Sure to others it makes no sense, but you’re so in love it only makes sense to you.

“Then the first thing you do, is show up in that! In front of Loki even!” Thor is sacred of losing you, to anybody. Especially to Loki, not that he had done much to deserve such treatment. “That...” he mumbles out, finally dropping his pants. Allowing his massive girth to show fully.

He purrs, crawling onto the bed and fiddling with the night slip. “This is not much to cover yourself with,” he seems to chuckle. Then, just to show how much stronger he is than you, he rips the garment right from your skin. Another bolt hits when he sees your body in full.

The blue light creating shadows on your perfect curve. The colour just sending thrills down Thor’s spine, his colour lighting up your body. He lets out a corrupt chuckle. “By Gods, you my dear are so perfectly crafted,” he mutters, taking in to see each part of you.

“I quite like seeing blue on you,” he announces, his cock right on your clit. Both of you slippery and so ready for each other. “Oh fuck,” you moan out feeling him rub himself on you. Feeling just how big he gets from seeing you. Then his mouth is all over your body.

Kissing and sucking on each part of flesh that will be seen when wearing any garment. Leaving hickeys that will turn blue by the morning. So that everyone can see who exactly you belong to. The whole time rubbing his girth up and down your clit and vulva.

At that point you were coming close, he knew how to get you there even if it is with just his cock. Meaning that he knows damn well just how close your are becoming. He removes himself from you. His dark eyes lit with joy at the whines that leave your mouth.

“You dark get to whine, you pretty little slut.” He warns you, flaring his nostrils with annoyance. “This is for me and me alone. You are to take my cock like the good scant pet you are.” He commands, lifting your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your hole.

“Yes, my prince,” you’ve been trained well. Knowing exactly how to respond to him. He smirks at this and thrusts himself deep inside you. He moans out, burrowing his face in your neck. “So tight for your husband,” he mutters out. You can’t help but wince and also moan from the sheer size of him.

Even after each time it is still so hard to take him all in. Your legs wrapping around him to bring him in even deeper. Have himself close to you just to ground yourself. Your head lolling back as he pounds into you. Your mind going numb from the pure pleasure.

In between he leaves praises and then calling you exactly the opposite. And finally when Thor feels himself coming closer, he lifts you up higher. To get himself deeper in you. Perfectly hitting your pelvic bone, hitting your clit just right.

“Tomorrow you will have my cum leaking out of you.” He commands, knowing full well this will go on for most of the night. Cumming deep into you over and over again. Just like now, hot liquid spewing deep inside of you, allowing you to do the same with him deep inside you.

Thor used you in every way he could that night. Leaving marks all over you, leaving your body a hot, gushing mess. And finally when he decided rest is needed, to have you looking for the feast. “You’re sleeping naked from now on.” Is the last thing he says to you.

A/N : So I missed the birthday post...because I kept coming up with new ideas. But I promise I am like,,,,, 5000 words away from being finished? It’s worth the hype, to me at least, I have bee planning it for like 3 years now. Anyways, I am a whore for dark!Thor. Which, doesn’t really fit in my story so here we are. (Thank you for all the followers btw and to everyone still supporting even though I am so inconsistent.)

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c0s-lettuce · 1 year

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insurmountable - loki x reader

non-specific gender, loki s1e4 setting

a/n: had this in my drafts for a long time and finally decided just to get it done. anyway, can you tell i'm excited for season two? enjoy ;)

word count: 863

This sucks. There's no doubt about it. Loki knelt on the floor, head hung in defeat. A memory prison. He wondered which sadistic member of the TVA came up with this.

Loki couldn't spend much more time here, that he knew for sure. An honest confession to Sif only spared him the physical assault. The script didn't change. The same dagger was used each time.

"You deserve to be alone, and you always will be."

Footsteps approach again. Loki braces himself for another round, not even bothering to get back up.

But then something happens, something he would have never anticipated.

"Loki?" your voice sounds out from the entryway.

His head shoots up. Bleary eyes focus on you.

He's positioned in the middle of the courtyard. He's on his knees and frankly looks a mess.

As you approach him, you notice his face. It's almost unreadable; a mix of confusion, sadness and... relief?

"Are you alright?" You crouch down in front of him.

He grabs onto your shoulders as if checking you were real. You're slightly taken aback by the gesture.

"How are you here?" he asks, clearly shocked.

"Uh, I was just on my way back from my lesson with your mother," you say.

Of course. Early on Asgard, you had shown "magical potential", granting you lessons with the all-mother herself.

This was before everything. Before the kiss, before the heartbreak, before the death. You were still a fresh face around the palace.

You continue, "Then I heard Sif yelling, which usually means something bad. And you're on the floor, which is also not good."

Loki's thoughts are running a hundred miles an hour. He looks down and exhales deeply.

"I'm a terrible person," he tells you.

Surprised at his sudden confession, you ask, "What made you arrive at that conclusion?"

He looks up at you, "I cut Sif's hair. I thought it would be funny."

"Oh, I see," you say, "...Did you apologise?"

"I tried, though it didn't help much."

"Apologies can be worth a lot. Give her some time to cool down. Besides, your mother's probably got some spell to grow back hair, right?"

He looks away again.

"Maybe," he shrugs.

"Hey, it's okay, everyone does stupid stuff," you tell him, "All you can do now is work on making it better."

Loki looks back up at you; you're as beautiful as ever. He feels too ashamed to look at you for long. He exhales again, rubbing his eyes.

"You seem really tired," you say.

Loki lets out a dry laugh, "You have no idea."

You take hold of his hands and help him stand up.

"C'mon," you say, "It's late. We should both go to bed."

Though Loki wishes he could sleep, he can't leave. He tried about two or three memories ago. The courtyard loops back into itself. The TVA must be really proud of themselves.

"I just need a little more air," he tells you instead, "You go on ahead."

"Are you sure?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'll be alright," he assures you.

"Okay," you say, "See you tomorrow then."

"I'll count the minutes," he replies.

You smile before heading off.

Loki falters. They'll be minutes he won't have. You'll disappear across the courtyard, possibly forever. And Sif will return like clockwork with her fiery rage.

"Wait," he calls out before you've made it too far, "I need you to know something."

You turn back around, "What is it?"

I love you. That's what Loki wants to say. I'll love you until every star in the multiverse dies. But he can't. Not to you. Not now.

So instead, he tells you, "I know we haven't known each other for all that long. But I want you to know, you mean a lot to me."

You react surprised, but not negatively. And Loki feels relieved to see that.

"Oh, thanks. It's nice of you to say that," you smile.

You take a moment to look away and think of something else to say.

When you do, you look back and say, "I'm glad we're friends, Loki."

He smiles back. And the two of you stand there for a little while. It seems both of you have more to say, but words don't come to fruition.

He longs for every second, though every second hurts more and more. It's a pain he would endure if it meant just a little more time.

But he knows.

"Goodnight," you finally say.

He knows he has to let you go.

So he responds, "Goodnight, love."

The pet name slips out, of course, from years of habit. But he catches you smiling a little more after hearing it.

You were still you, even though this never happened. Even though you weren't really there.

Everything was so much easier during this time. But if only it were real. If only this was an opportunity to restart and fix all the mistakes ingrained in Loki's past.

But it's not. A bust in the system, perhaps. Or someone took pity. Or maybe divine intervention decided to gift this moment with you.

➸

Either way, it happened. So he takes his time watching you walk away. Insurmountable. Perfect.

You.

#loki #loki imagine #marvel #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki layfeyson x reader #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #loki x you #disney #disney+

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the-broken-truth · 1 year

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Hehe! Hey there! Imagine that one fine day in Asgard, the Thorsdóttir family woke up and were ready to have breakfast.

But they noticed that their Bear Cub and Little Raven were not up yet, but when they went to their room, surprise, surprise, they were gone. Obviously Thor gets extremely worried that something really bad happened, then he starts to travel between the Realms to find his children.

After a week and he visited 5 kingdoms, but still no sight of Björn and Revna, he gets worried that the Ghost of Sparta and the Jötunn got them, then Sif and Thrúd decided that they will help him to find the lost teens.

Only for them to appear in the front door, looking like they went to Hel and got back, which is, surprise surprise, what they have done during this whole week. Obviously Thor and Sif gets angry at them, Thrud gets relieved but also upset, that they literally disappeared for a whole week without telling anyone that they went to Helheim.

But then Revna says that they went to Helheim to find the souls of Magni, Modi and Baldur so they could bring them back to life. However, they have failed to convince them to go with them where they could have a second chance of live, but instead, the three souls soul bonded with them. Baldur with Revna while the Thorson sons bonded with Björn. Their souls will stay stuck with theirs forever, always connected, always feeling each other feelings, only Revna and Björn can feel what Baldur, Magni and Modi feels and hear their thoughts.

Thor, Sif and Thrúd are speechless, literal in shock. They just… SOUL BONDED with them?!! After a good old scolding, Thor and Sif hugs Björn and Revna makes them promise to never ever do this again, sneak away in a mission without telling them, they promise and the teens could feel Magni, Modi and Baldur sending to their hearts security and calm to ease them.

Broken Truth (Reads the ask): Rather long but has much detail to work with. Alright, let's see what words I can weave for this.

[Morning - Asgard - The Home of Thorsdóttir]

The delicate hands of Sif placed the final plate of food before her husband as he sat in his chair looking at the food with a smile on his face; the Thorsdóttir family had awakened while Sif prepared breakfast and set the table but there were only 3 bodies at their proper places at the table while there were 5 places at the table with food at them: Thor, Sif herself, and their daughter Thrud. 2 bodies were missing and Sif looked at her husband, who was about to place a piece of meat in his mouth.

"Thor, Where are Bjorn and Revna?" SIf's words caused Thor to lower his hand with the meat in his grasp and look at the empty seats at the table. His Son - The Great God of the Bear, Bjorn - and his daughter - The Goddess of the Wise Raven, Revna - were missing from the table and that wasn't normal for them, they were usually the first ones at the table in the morning to have breakfast with the family before they returned to their respective villages to perform their duties as divinities.

"They are probably still slumbering, Sif; they did look rather tired when they returned home last night, it wouldn't surprise me that they decided to sleep in." Thor said as he looked at his wife while placing the meat back on his plate.

"Bjorn and Revna are always tired, Dad, but they never missed breakfast in the past before and we are having their favorite: Deer Meat. There's no way they would miss this." Thrud said as she looked across the table at her father who nodded his head and rose from his chair to go to his son's room to wake him up. Thor's hand rose and was placed on the door's surface before pushing it open.

"Bjorn? Son, it's time to wake up and have breakfast with your family." Thor called out as he entered the room but his eyes widened when they fell upon the empty and made bed. Thor looked around the room and Bjorn was nowhere in sight, even his sword - Magni's Sword - was missing! Bjorn was gone!

In his panicked state, Thor jogged to Revna's room across from her brother's and pushed her door open at once before looking in the room only to get the same result - Revna was gone as well and her bed was perfectly made as if she didn't sleep in it at all. Thor marched out of the room, back to the dining room, and looked at Sif with panic in his eyes before he spoke the words no mother or sister wants to hear.

"They're gone! Bjorn and Revna are gone!" Those words caused Sif to drop the drink in her hands and Thrud to choke on the meat she was eating.

"What do you mean they are gone?! Aren't they in their rooms?!" Sif asked as she rose to her feet, Thor shook his head as he raised his hand and called Mjolnir to his hand before placing it on his hip and running out of his house and searching Asgard for The Great Bear and the Wise Raven. He looked at the training grounds but Bjorn wasn't there, he searched the library but Revna wasn't there, he looked at the Mead Hall - sometimes the two of them wanted to get some mead bfor going to their villages - and neither of them were their. They weren't in Asgard at all - Where in the Nine Realms could they be?!

"Dad!" Thrud ran to her father as he turn to look at her, he was out of breath just as he was, "Any luck?!" She asked but Thor shook his head, making Thrud lock her teeth in anger that her siblings werent found when her eyes widened in fear at the possible thought that just ran through hher mind. "Dad, you don't think the Ghost of Sparta and Loki somehow managed to get their hands on them, do you?" Thrud asked her father but he shook his head.

"They couldn't have gotten into Asgard without triggering some kind of alarm and there weren't any signs of a struggle - Bjorn and Revna went somewhere but I just don't know where, I can't sense them at the moment so they aren't in Asgard." Thor explained before placing a hand on Thrud's Shulder, making her look into his eyes, "I'm going to look for your siblings, keep an eye on things around here for me." Thrud nodded before Thor stepped away from her and pulled Mjolnir from its holster and thrust it to the sky, letting a current of lightning take him to another Realm.

First stop: Midgard.

[One Week Later -Thorsdóttir House]

The door of the house was pushed open and in walked the God of Thunder with his head hung low and his eyes red-like from the unshed tears in his eyes. Thrud was sitting on the sofa while her mother was sitting in the chair, both of them jumped up when the door opened and Thor walked in. For a week, the God of Thunder has been looking for the Great Bear and the Wise Raven - his children - but came up with nothing; he searched 3 of the nine realms: Midgard - He thought about what Thrud said about the Ghost of Sparta and Loki having his children but when he went to the cabin in the snowy forest, they didn't look like they were holding any captives so he concluded that Bjorn and Revna weren't there. Then he went to Alfheim, but Bjorn and Revna weren't there either so he went to the place he could think of - Svartalfheim. After searching for a week and coming up with nothing, Thor returned home to rest before going out to look for his children again.

"Couldn't find them, huh?" Thrud asked as she looked at her father's face, he was tired and didn't know what to do.

"That's it, I'm going to look for them." Sif said as she stood up and began marching for the door when the door was pushed open and Sif's eyes widened as two figures wanted into the building: Bjorn and Revna! They had returned, "Where. The. Hell. HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED YOUR FATHER AND I HAVE BEEN THINKING SOMETHING HORRIBLE COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU! WHERE WERE YOU GONE TO FOR A WEEK?!" Sif yelled as she neared her children, Bjorn looked at the ground as he hugged himself and fought back a sob, Revna placed a hand on the Great Bear's shoulder before looking at Sif, Thor, and Thrud; they all looked upset.

"Calm down, Bjorn, I will explain everything." Revna began before she turned to her family, "To answer your question: Bjorn and I have been in Helheim."

"Helheim? Why were you in the realm of the dead?" Thrud asked as she raised an eyebrow and folded her arms to match her mother's. Bjorn's cries escaped his lips and he hugged himself tighter and slightly trembled. "What's wrong with Bjorn?"

"I'm getting to that. We went to Helheim...because we wanted to being Magni, Modi, and Baldur back from the dead. The Ruler of Helheim, our niece - Hel, offered to bring the dead back to life if they wanted it but... Magni, Modi, and Baldur didn't want to return ot the World of the Living." Revna said as she lookd at Bjorn, who was still crying.

"You what?" Thor asked with wide eyes before shaking his head and looking at Revna, "Why didn't they want to return ot the world of the living?"

"Magni and Modi stated that since they were killed in battle by the Ghost of Sparta and Loki, they didn't deserve to be revived and Baldur was happy being free from the control of The All-Father and Freya, so he refused to return. We all hugged it out when something strange happened, Magni and Modi's Souls became one with Bjorn and Baldur's soul became one with me." Revna exhaled as she removed Bjorn's pelt cloak, showing the Tattoos of Magni on Bjorn's Chest and Modi's Tattoos on Bjorn's arms; a small current of lightning flowing from the tattoos. Thor reached out and touched the tattoos on Bjorn's body before pulling the boy into a tight hug and Revna as well.

"I know you miss them, Son, but they are happy where they are and now they are one with you. Our family in complete again now that you and your sister are home with us." Thor said into Bjorn's hair, who cried out as the rest of the family joined the hug surrounding the Great Bear and Wise Raven.

#the might bear au #male reader/björn #female reader/revna #thor #sif #thrud

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piepeloe · 2 years

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Thor: Love and Thunder

Just got back from the new Thor movie. Movies release on Wednesdays here, so we tend to get the big ones a bit early. I'll put the spoilery stuff behind a cut, but some non-spoilery thoughts first.

It was fun. Nice, entertaining movie. Better than average for the MCU, but nothing too spectacular either. It's Ragnarok, but more so. That includes the good and the bad.

I was never bored, it moved along swiftly. There were NO typical Marvel action scenes. You know, the 3rd act CGI battle that takes way too long? Obviously there was action, some fights, but nothing too bothersome.

Lots of great music, the visuals were stunning. All the actors seemed into it. Christian bale made an excellent villain. And of course it was funny.

But. Those last two...

Gorr was an interesting antagonist, and when they let him be scary, he was terrifying. But we don't really get to see much of his rampage. We're mostly told he's doing terrible things all over the galaxy. I feel like they could have put more effort in.

It was definitely a funny movie, but like with Ragnarok, it often undercut the more serious emotional moments. The MCU as a whole does that, but it's really noticeable here. And then there are a few jokes that are just too silly for me. They don't just undercut a specific scene, or this movie, but they're so cartoonish it's hard to reconcile with the rest of the MCU.

More (spoilers) behind the cut

We get a cute montage of Thor and Jane's relationship and how it ended. It works for the movie, but I'm nerdy enough that I'm trying to fit it into the larger timeline and...?

I don't think I'm invested enough in Jane or her romance with Thor to really be that affected by her fate. The movie also just moves so swiftly through everything, there's no real time to be affected by anything tbh.

Then there's the final post credits scene, where Jane arrives in Walhalla to be greeted by Heimdall(!). Combine that with the multiverse shenanigans, and it really does feel like no character's ever truly gone, even when they die.

Children seem to be an important theme. Maybe for some people this hits harder, but I have no maternal instincts to speak of. I even just became an aunt and while my nice is great and I'm happy for my brother, I'm still mostly relieved it's not me.

So yeah, the reveal that Thor apparently wants to be a dad? Meh. And that he winds up becoming one (sort of)? Also meh. I was also a bit confused tbh, because the final scene made it seem like this was an ending for Thor, a sort of 'happy ever after'. But the mid-credits scene had Zeus swearing revenge on him, sending Hercules. And we got a 'Thor will return'. No idea how they'll manage with a little kid in tow, except maybe if she becomes one of the Young Avengers?

There's no real connection to the rest of the MCU. The gods, including Celestials, I guess. Introduction of Eternity as a being, maybe? Selvig, Darcy, Sif. The Guardians of the Galaxy. No Loki or Banner/Hulk.

It's weird, because they name all the people he lost and they mention the battle against Thanos. But they don't mention the Snap or Tony or Natasha. It's in some respects very much a Thor movie, not a Marvel one.

Sounds like I'm down on the movie, and I'm not, I enjoyed it. But I can't imagine this is one we'll be talking about for ages yet.

#mcu #thor love and thunder #spoilers #thor love and thunder spoilers #thor 4 #thor 4 spoilers

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.24

What She’s Done

05/19/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,590

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, Loki being the best bro, pregnancy problems

A/N: I’m sorry this is so late. I’m not going to explain too much as I want the focus to be on the chapter but I’m feeling better. Hope you all enjoy this one and I hope you can forgive me. haha As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my work on any other sites or blogs!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

The sound of the fanfare outside is muted. The heavy doors of the main room are shut.

Thor sits on his large steel, silver, and wooden throne. Normally, your own throne would have been moved into the room so that you could sit beside him. Today however, he wants you standing.

Loki stands on Thor’s left, his hands moving across his tablet at godly speeds. He’s busy. Always busy. While Thor has the final say, Loki sets everything up for him and comes to him with the choices that must be made.

He’s indispensable and both you and Thor know it. So, when the large doors are thrown open and Thor takes his hand off of your lower waist where he’d been massaging the knots away, as Ambassador Coates walks forward, you glare right at him and his judging distrustful look at the sight of Asgard’s Prince.

The music outside, large horns that sound more like a call to battle, slowly die and are completely cut off when the doors are shut. Just outside you know two Valkyrie are standing guard.

Inside, two more regular guards stand at attention.

“Ambassador Coates, I’m glad you saw fit to accept my invitation,” Thor says casually.

One wouldn’t know that Thor is angry. He sounds so welcoming. The charm he’s exuding is one you’ve never seen him use before but Loki doesn’t seem surprised by it. Instead, Loki’s lips seem to curve upwards a little in the teeniest smirk.

The Ambassador does as he’s expected and once he’s near the foot of the raised wooden floor where Thor’s throne sits, he gives a quick bow meeting first Thor’s singular eye and then your own blank gaze.

Keeping your anger in check is easy. You’re able to wipe your face of all emotion and it’s a skill now that you’re glad you learned in the orphanage you’d grown up in. Never letting anyone know how sad or hurt you are was key to your survival.

“Your Majesties,” the ambassador states, the irritation in his voice loud and clear for all of you to hear.

It looks like Thor’s plan to roll out the red carpet as if the ambassador were visiting royalty got his message across clearly.

“I hope I find you in good health? Are you faring well with the pregnancy?”

You don’t answer him. You simply stare.

“We’re well enough,” Thor begins. “Forgive me in my haste to get to the point, Ambassador Coates but as I hear it from my brother, you have been making it very difficult for Her Majesty the Queen of Asgard to meet with you, despite her warnings that what she had to share was imperative to the safety of Earth and human-kind.”

The ambassador blinks. He doesn’t attempt to speak or react in any other way than to show that he’s processing Thor’s words. All signs of irritation at his welcome gone.

“Would you say that is a fair statement for her having sent, what was it? Four emails and three phone calls?” Thor asks Loki.

“Seven emails and four phone calls,” he corrects.

“Right. Seven and four.”

“Your Majesty…”

“I think you have been under the impression that my marriage to my wife has been one in name only. She’s Queen but not really? Right? She has no power or authority? Is that what you think?”

Ambassador Coates swallows hard, sweat beading along his temples. He’s not a stout man. In fact, most women would think him good looking. Nothing to Thor or Loki, but for a human he’s handsome. His sweating in this climate makes no sense unless he’s suddenly stressed.

Maybe you shouldn’t feel bad but you do just a bit. You can’t imagine what he must feel being scrutinized by Thor, yourself, and Loki. Clearly he did something wrong and now he knows it.

“Your Majesties, I-I meant no offense. Unfortunately this is a busy time for myself and my colleagues and-”

“We have no time for your excuses,” Thor sits up straighter and draws his legs a little closer together before he licks his lips and holds his hand out towards you.

Taking it, you watch him get up and then he helps you sit before checking on you, “Better, cherub?”

You nod, looking up at him as he caresses the side of your head.

“The only reason you hold the job that you currently do is because my people and I chose to settle on Earth. You might say you owe it to us. Perhaps you’d still have been employed should we not have come here but from what I understand, your salary is considerably more than what it would have been were you in some other position.

“You are married and have children, too. Don’t you?” Thor asks.

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty.”

“So, it’s important to keep your job. Isn’t it?”

He says nothing, this time simply looking down at Thor’s feet.

“My wife is not just Queen in name but she has been exemplary in her devotion of ruling the people of Asgard at my side with honor and grace. The people love her. I’m not sure what made you think you could slight an Asgardian Queen but let me be clear. If our people should find out that there was such disrespect, believe me when I tell you that the loss of your job would be the last thing you’d have to worry about.”

“And just to be clear,” Loki cuts in as Thor’s taking a breath. “My brother is not threatening you. This is a statement of fact. We Asgardians are fiercely loyal and easily offended.”

You like that Ambassador Coates isn’t glaring at Loki anymore. The fear in his eyes is worrying, but you also know that your husband and brother would do nothing to actually hurt this idiot. They’re just making sure he knows where he stands.

Thor crosses his large arms across his wide chest. Though you don’t think he means it to be intimidating, you can see from the ambassador’s gulp that Thor’s minor flex has great impact.

Gods, he’s huge.

“As it just so happens, aside from being a Queen without fault to this kingdom, the Queen of Asgard has seen fit to continue to perform in her duties as the bridge between our two peoples. She refuses to let us make decisions for the human race and was attempting to contact you to warn you of impending dangers. And you, what was the phrase, love?”

“Blew me off.”

“That’s right, you blew her off. And yet we welcome you with respect and grace.”

“Your Majesties,” the ambassador begins, but Thor holds up his hand and he stops.

“Let this be a lesson in humility for you. I love Earth and for that reason alone, in addition to the fact that this is my wife’s home and now mine, we will forgive this lapse of judgement on your part,” you’ve never heard Thor sound more like a King than in this moment.

It’s also one of those moments where you really want to drag him back to the room and get him naked. He’s never been this attractive.

The ambassador bows his head, taking his punishment with dignity.

“Forgive me, your Majesties,” he begins to say something, but then stops himself.

“Speak your mind, Ambassador Coates,” Loki urges, seeing something you and Thor don’t.

“I merely wish to apologize for my lack of forethought. I was not the only one dismissing Her Majesty the Queen of Asgard but will be sure to rectify the behavior with my colleagues when I return.”

Loki smiles, turning his gentle gaze on you as he realizes that you were right. It wasn’t misogyny. Not on Ambassador Coates’s part. That might not be the case for everyone though.

“Perhaps I should schedule meetings with your colleagues so that we might have a quick talk about the expectations we have for our relationship going forward?”

Loki’s threat is veiled heavily, but Ambassador Coates still picks up on it and his face goes a little pale.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Your Highness. I will pass along the sentiments, if you will let me.”

There’s a burning satisfaction in your chest. Something about watching Ambassador Coates finally show not just you but Loki the respect he deserves makes you so happy.

“My Queen?” Loki prompts you, looking to you to wait for your reply.

“I think we can give him a chance to express our disappointment for us. He is our ambassador. Isn’t that right Ambassador Coates?”

Coates looks relieved, pressing his hand to his chest as he bows his head to you again.

It’s a strange sensation to see the gratitude on his face and his posture relaxes as a result. You literally just did that. You gave him some forgiveness and it really does make all the difference.

“I will support you and the Asgardian throne with more fervor from here on out, Your Majesty.”

“Cool,” you shrug, reaching to place your hand on the back of Thor’s neck, absolutely beaming at him.

He chuckles and puts his hand back on your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze and shake.

“Are you happy, my cherub?”

You nod, unable to contain the smile that stretches across your lips and you lean into him.

“Good. My job here is done then. Now, I have some things to do,” Thor rises and moves around until he’s facing you and pulls you up into a chaste but loving kiss.

With a caress to your belly, he looks at Loki and nods.

“I’ll leave the rest to you and my Queen, brother.”

“Sif will meet you by the docks,” Loki nods.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you later, love. If you need me, just tell Loki and I will come running.”

“‘Kay,” you smile.

Thor turns back to your guest and moves towards him, clapping his shoulder as he passes, “Do better, Ambassador Coates. Do better.”

All three of you watch Thor strut for the large front doors. The guard opens it for him and when he’s out of sight, the doors shutting behind him, you move to take your seat on the throne. Loki scoots a little closer to your side but stands with his tablet ready.

“Now, I think we should get down to the reason I wanted to meet with you,” you start and Ambassador Coates stands a little straighter. “But...I don’t know about you but this whole towering over you sitting on a throne thing is not really my style and feels a little forced. Let’s go to my sitting room.”

Loki smirks as Ambassador Coates relaxes a little more and even smiles, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

As the three of you walk up the steps to the right of the throne room to climb up to the small sitting room that had been set aside for you and your private entertaining, you steal a few glances at Ambassador Coates.

He still looks a little rattled and you stroke your stomach, the long silk dress you’re wearing, ruffled skirt and loose waist giving it a soft flowing quality is still noticeable and Ambassador Coates steals a few glances.

“Didn’t think I was really pregnant?”

He blanches, “What? N-No, Your Majesty! I had no reason to doubt you.”

“It’s okay. A lot of people didn’t believe it until I came back from my little vacation. I just wanted to make sure that it would take. We’re all so dependent on this little one and a lot is riding on my having Thor’s heir quickly.”

“No one who has seen you rule since your marriage would doubt your commitment to this union, Y/N,” Loki assures you gently.

He’s your number one supporter and you’re so damn grateful for him.

All three of you fall into silence but with your heavy belly and your slow walk, it stretches on.

“I’m sorry about Thor’s enthusiasm to put you in your place,” you give Coates a small apologetic smile but he quickly shakes his head. “He can be a little passionate.”

“No, Your Majesty, the mistake was mine. I should have paid you the respect you deserved. It’s-You work in an environment for too long and you begin to adopt certain behaviors that you should know aren’t acceptable but when everyone is doing it and-I was wrong. I can’t blame Thor for setting me straight.”

“Thank you, for understanding,” you shrug.

“Thank you for not holding it against me and letting me do better.”

It takes only another few minutes to reach the sitting room and you make a beeline for the small loveseat before dropping into it and leaning back against the soft plush cushions.

“Whew, I probably should have done my research on how pregnancy would affect all aspects of my life before agreeing to it,” a joke and Coates gets it because he looks respectfully amused.

Loki scoffs, “With Thor, I doubt you’d have had much choice in the matter. He is also believed to be a God of fertility, you know?”

“Loki!”

The small shock on your face really makes Coates laugh this time and your neck, ears, and cheeks burn.

Not wanting to drag this meeting out for a long time you clear your throat and Loki sits down on the armchair beside you opposite Coates’s own seat.

“I should really be more formal, but I’m not kidding when I tell you that this pregnancy is taking a toll on me.”

“Think nothing of it, Your Majesty,” Coates assures you.

“I’m not sure what you’ll be able to do with this information and maybe it’ll be best if, with your help, you can get a meeting in front of both the United Nations and NATO scheduled for me to speak to them directly.

“Thor and Loki would be there with me, of course, but it was my idea to even bring this to your attention.”

“I will be of any assistance that I can be,” Coates nods, face serious and attentive.

“We wanted to wait until we had more concrete information to give Earth’s leaders but our Queen is adamant that an early warning is better than detailed information,” Loki explains.

“Is the Earth in danger?” Coates asks, worried now.

“Sort of,” you nod. “Truth is, we don’t know. What we do know is that there’s an energy signature that we’ve been monitoring for months. Almost my entire first year of marriage. What we do know is that the energy signal was strong enough to bring Doctor Foster here to look for an explanation and my brother-in-law has kept his eye on it too. It’s familiar to him and not unthreatening so we’ve been preparing watch stations across the globe. We have one in North and South America, Australia, almost every continent so that we won’t miss any kind of danger that comes falling from the sky.

“We don’t want a repeat of New York,” you look at Loki and Coates looks at him too but neither of you have any kind of judgement in your expressions.

Maybe a little for Coates, but he quickly turns his gaze back on you.

“I wanted to give the people of Earth time to prepare for that kind of attack. The Avengers are already on the case and have been helping build up a defense but they can only do so much. Their focus is going to be on the bigger fight if it comes to that. I want to give us a fighting chance on the ground where regular people are often the ones to get hurt and suffer from big threats like this.

“I don’t want the casualties to look like they have in the past when something or someone threatens us. So, I just want to give world leaders a briefing on what we’ve found, what we’ve built in defense, and give them the resources to keep track of what we’re keeping track of.

“We’re at a unique advantage with not only Asgard’s knowledge, technology, and resources. We’re still a growing nation and what we do have is lots of strength. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and while the Valkyrie have to stay here to protect my family, we have a sizable guard that can be split into a few regiments to send out to the places that will need it most and still have enough forces to protect New Asgard.”

Coates is thinking hard, then his hand dives into his pocket and he pulls out his phone, “I’ll start making calls and can probably have something set up the day after tomorrow. If the threat is serious enough to make you worry about us humans this much, I think the sooner the better.”

“It is serious enough,” Loki assures him. “Even if it turns into nothing, we would all rather have done everything we could to minimize damage to both the humans of Earth and New Asgard.”

“Then I’ll get started. Is there any kind of data that I should see in order to convince my bosses?”

You look to Loki and reach out, placing your hand on his arm, “Loki, take Ambassador Coates down to the dungeon and let him get a look at anything we’ve gathered in the monitoring station. You’ll forgive me for not coming with you, Ambassador Coates? I really can’t stand walking around much longer today.”

“Of course, please do not mind me,” he assures you, giving you a small bow.

“Shall I have your lunch brought in here?” Loki asks.

“Please?”

He nods and with a gesture at Ambassador Coates, leads the way to the door.

“When you’ve made any significant progress, I will be in here. Can you come and let me know?”

Coates nods, the phone now pressed to his ear, “As soon as I know something, Your Majesty.”

They leave you in an appropriate rush and you relax against the cushions of your sofa feeling like a small burden’s been lifting off your shoulders.

You’ve done your part now. You’ve warned your Ambassador, now it’s his job to convince his higher-ups and hopefully they listen.

Estrid does eventually come with your lunch and you eat slowly, thinking through your options for Coates and the rest of the governments of the world. Splitting the Asgardian army up isn’t ideal, but they pack a punch. Even just a handful of soldiers in a city would make a difference.

You finish eating and you finish your tea. You get up to walk a little around the sitting room but as the afternoon wears on, you start to feel suffocated inside and Estrid happily goes with you down to your gardens.

Most of your plants have been well taken care of.

“His Majesty made sure that we kept all of your plants healthy for you,” Estrid informs you, moving to walk a few steps behind you as you walk around with a small watering can.

His consideration brings a smile to your lips.

Thor really can be so sweet. So loving. You hate that some of the time from your first year was stolen by what happened with Jane, but it couldn’t be helped. He had to discover what it would mean to lose you and you had to learn that depending on yourself is still just as important married as it was when you had no one.

Maybe it’s even more important now? You can get lost in your relationship with Thor and while that’s super tempting, to have your world start and end with Thor and your married life together, you are still your own person.

You have goals for your career and shared dreams with him too. You’ve got your hobbies and Thor has his. Both of you needed the distance.

Despite that, even though you know that the space was good for both of you, even if it hurt like hell to get it the way you two did, you’re actually really happy to be back home.

As you reach over to water one of your taller butterfly bushes, you gasp and pull your arm back against your body as a small sharp pain rocks your senses and blinds your vision for a split second.

“Your Majesty?” Estrid hurries forward.

“I’m fine, Estrid,” you assure her, waiting another second to see if the pain will come back.

Reaching down you rub the spot on your tummy where you’d felt it and wonder if maybe the baby is just kicking especially hard today.

“Shall I fetch the doctors?”

“No, really. I’m fine, Estrid.”

You move to the next plant and water a few more as you head towards the small greenhouse with the Asgardian plants you’re still trying to perfect the care for but as you reach for the door, you double over as a shooting pain stretches across the same side as before then moves down onto the base of your belly.

The watering can falls from your hand as you reach out to brace yourself against the door and hits the floor with a clunk as the water goes all over your flats, soaking your feet.

“Your Majesty!”

Estrid races to you, hands placed on your back and arm to support you as she looks to steal a glance at your face.

With your eyes shut tight, you groan and whimper as the pain just gets sharper.

“Estrid…” it takes a moment to catch your breath. “Get the doctors.”

“Guard!” Estrid calls, forcing you to let go of the door so that she can lead you to a bench. “Guard, send for the doctor!”

“Thor,” you whimper, sitting slowly and gasping as the pain intensifies. “Get Thor.”

“I’ll send for him, my Queen,” Estrid assures you and now that you’re seated, she leaves you to run and hurry the guard.

“What’s wrong?”

“Loki?” you call breathlessly, searching for his face for the comfort you know it’ll give you to have him close.

“Here,” he calls out for you and hurries around the corner. “I’m here. What’s happened? What’s wrong?”

He hovers over you, leaning over, his hands carefully pressed to your cheek and the other on your stomach.

“It hurts,” you sob without tears, “Loki…”

“It’s alright,” he promises. “You and my nephew will be fine. Come on, put your arm around my neck.”

His certainty does help and you get your arm around him. With ease he squats down and lifts you into his arms and with you moves back into the palace.

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It feels like a long time when you open your eyes again. You’re dizzy a little and weak. Your body feels heavy and it’s a struggle to sit up.

Looking around, you realize you’re in your bedroom alone. The sky outside is dark and the room is dim with only the fireplace lit to cast a warm orange glow around the dark room.

“Loki?” you try, remembering him carrying you when he found you in the garden.

No movement.

“Thor? Estrid?” You’d sent her to get the doctors and to get Thor. Had the doctors come?

Thor’s favorite armchair is placed by your bed, angled towards you so he must have been in here sitting by you waiting for you to wake up.

With a heavy sigh, you realize that he must have been out of his mind with worry when he heard what happened. Is the baby okay?

You put your hands on your tummy and wait for movement. He does wiggle around a little. Normal for you and him and that makes you feel better about the pain that had come out of nowhere.

It takes you too long to get up and out of bed. You’re in your nightgown, a long simple piece with modern touches but it’s also very similar to some of the long flowing white ones you remember seeing in history books.

Taking extra time to stretch up onto your feet just in case the pain comes back, you breathe a sigh of relief when you take your first step and find that you’re okay.

“Oh, baby,” you reach down and rub the sides of your bump. “You scared me, rascal.”

You know that you should probably stay still. Staying in bed is probably what your Doctors suggested but the empty chair has you worried about Thor and what state he might be in.

So instead of staying where you should, you open your bedroom door and step out into the hallway.

The spots to either side where there’s usually a guard are empty.

You look up towards the other end of the hall and see that the two soldiers have moved to stand at the center of the hall, shoulders tense and obviously distracted. Further down, at what you think they must be staring at is a grouping of palace staff. People you recognize. Estrid stands among them, frowning at the small crack in the door through which pours a line of bright white light from the sitting room you share with Thor.

Did something happen?

As you pass the two guards the jump and hurry back to the sides of your bedroom door where they belong. Their flurry of movement must have drawn the attention of the others standing by the door. They also seem to jump, look shamed and worried, before they move away from the door and head in all different directions to get back to work.

One of the maids that passes you curtsies before she scurries off stealing a look of regret at you.

Estrid stands rigid, hands clasped to her front before she steps back a bit to give you room.

“What is it, Estrid?”

She doesn’t say anything. She looks upset, her lips fixed into a severe line, eyes full of anger as she shakes her head.

“Where’s Loki? Thor?” you check, stopping by her and she only looks at the door.

You can hear muted voices from inside and your heart begins to pound.

Is it the doctors? Are Thor and Loki getting bad news? The baby was just moving though!

Your baby has to be okay. Healthy even. Nothing was wrong before you came back home.

Clinging to your bump, you move towards the crack in the door and with the breath leaving your lungs in fear of what you’ll overhear you just go ahead and push the door open because eavesdropping hasn’t served you well in the past.

If something needs to be said, you want to hear it without hiding.

Of course, what you aren’t expecting to find is Loki facing you by the long sofa where Thor usually lounges, resting his head on your lap. Behind Loki, what must have given him that frustrated look on his face is Thor, Jane clinging to his arm as she finishes speaking the thought you just interrupted as they all turn to look at you.

“-can’t help it. I love you. I-”

The absolute fury that engulfs you is indescribable.

For one year-long second, you inhale and a million thoughts cross your mind. The one you grasp onto, in favor of the ones involving murder and hurt and violence, is the one of your baby.

This kind of anger is bad for him. You can’t let it consume you. Not when you need to stay good for him.

Loki looks down at his feet, disappointment and shame overcoming his pale, handsome features.

Thor quickly jerks his hand out of Jane’s grip and moves towards you but stops when you speak only a few feet away.

“Jane?”

She swallows hard, then frowns, “I only came to warn Thor that the readings have gotten stronger. I-”

“I don’t care why you’re here. I only care that you are here. You aren’t welcome in my house, near my husband, or on any piece of land in this Kingdom,” you take a step towards them and stop as you stroke your belly to remind you to keep calm. “I want you gone. Out of my home, away from my people, and if you trespass here again, I’ll have you thrown in jail. You aren’t welcome in New Asgard.”

“You can’t ban me from an entire Kingdom,” she argues, moving forward towards you.

“Try me,” you warn. “Out of respect for what you meant to Thor in the past, I’ve kept your name clean. I haven’t told anyone what you tried to do here, but here you are trying again. Now either you want me to trash you, or you seriously can’t take a hint.

“We don’t want you here.”

“Thor invited me himself, if he didn’t want me here, why would he do that?”

You grind your teeth, again stroking your tummy, “You’re right. I don’t know why my husband would invite you here when I have made it very clear that you aren’t welcome. Whatever the reason, he and I will discuss it together, because we’re married. Husband and wife. Until the day I die, at least, since he’ll outlive me by two thousand years.

“And whatever you two had in the past is gone. So, get out or I’ll have you thrown out.”

She opens her mouth to argue and you take two steps towards her, “I might be pregnant, but I can still do plenty of damage in the minute that it’ll take Thor and Loki to pull me off of you. Please, say something. Please, please I beg you. Give me an excuse. I have a really bad temper and I am dying to express myself. Please.”

Jane turns towards Thor, waiting for some kind of rebuttal from him but he’s got his eyes trained on you and you alone. The shame on his face, the agony of what you finding them all here might mean is not lost on him.

When he doesn’t say anything, Loki clears his throat, “I think it’s time to go, Jane.”

His urging helps and with a look of hurt and disbelief, she tears her eyes off of Thor and stomps out past you.

You watch her go, Estrid scurrying after her to lead her out the back instead of the front where she might be spotted.

“Loki?”

He turns to you, waiting.

“I don’t want anyone to know she was here. Anyone other than the group of palace staff that was standing by the door fucking listening to what was being said in here. Can you get Heimdall and send her home that way?”

“I’m on it,” he assures you and hurries past you, disappearing into the palace.

“I-” Thor begins.

“Don’t!”

He shuts his mouth.

“Not here.”

Turning, you lead the way back to the bedroom and the guard opens the door for you, Thor following closely behind.

As the door shuts you don’t stop until you’re sitting on your bed, hands stroking your belly as you shut your eyes and try to calm yourself.

“I asked you for one thing. One thing, Thor. I asked you not to make a fool of me. Seven people from our staff were listening to you and Jane. Seven! By tomorrow that’ll be twenty and by the weekend the tabloids will have picked up on the story.”

“I’m sorry,” he starts but you growl in frustration.

“I stood in front of our people and told them that Jane Foster was not welcome in our Kingdom and you walked her right in! I-I can’t do this. I can’t do this right now.”

You get up and point at the large doors.

“I need you to get out. I need space and I don’t care why you let her in. I don’t care why you’d make me look like such a stupid fucking joke I only know that you did and I’m done. I need you out. Don’t come looking for me. When I’m ready, if I’m ever ready to talk to you again, I’ll find you. Until then, leave me alone.”

“Cherub-”

“NO! You don’t get to do this shit, Thor-You don’t get to undermine me and bring that woman back into our lives and still get to explain yourself after she lied to you about being pregnant, and making a mockery of our marriage. You don’t get a say. You get out of my room, you keep away from me, you wait until I’m ready to hear you. Until I’m not angry anymore. Until I’m not hurting anymore.

“I don’t understand what it is about this woman that you just-can’t you see what she is? What she’s done? Don’t you understand why she can’t be here? Don’t you get-You know what? Just get out. I don’t care. I don’t care if you get it or not. Get out.”

“Y/N, please, I-”

“GET OUT!”

The silence that follows your outburst is interrupted only by the crackling of the fire. In the dim light, Thor’s face is grave and broken. You can’t feel bad for him though.

As much as you love him, as much as you wish this hadn’t just happened, as much as you hate to see him hurt, you can’t ignore the pain in your own chest, drowning you again in betrayal.

This is why you’d wanted to keep your distance. This agony is why you’d wanted to keep him at arm’s length.

This is why you can only depend on yourself.

Eventually, Thor bows his head and with heavy feet, he leaves your room shutting the door behind him leaving you to sob and throw pillows in anger.

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Title: A Party and a Spy

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rules?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Asgard, not long after

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s what it really was, laughable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are inebriated.” Heimdall warned.

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

“Anywhere in Midgard particular?” Heimdall answered.

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

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

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

“Any village?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” He said simply.

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

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

He was drunk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were you becoming a need in his life?

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

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

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

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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I’ll Crawl Home (1/?)

A post Infinity War reimagining where Sif survives the Snap and tries to find her way back to Thor.

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Sif is a galaxy away from her home and everyone she loves when half the universe disintegrates into dust.

Keeping track of the time that has passed since she left Asgard has been difficult – not every realm and planet measures time the same way that Asgardians do, and in the endless, star-speckled darkness of space between them all time quickly loses all meaning whatsoever – but it has been at least two years, if not more. And there is still no sign of Thor.

It had not taken long to realise that his search for Infinity Stones had taken him outside of the Nine Realms, and though a small part of her was relieved, the galaxy beyond the realms being outside Loki’s reach and therefore safer for her as she searches for a way to bring him down, it made her quest that much harder to achieve. Thor might be anywhere on a myriad number of planets, and with Heimdall also labelled a traitor and forced to remain in hiding, Sif had only her wits to guide her.

She started with the obvious – the Collector, to whom they had entrusted the Reality Stone. He confirmed that Thor had been there, briefly, to check that the stone remained safe with him, but had left long since – further out into the galaxy, he thought.

After that, it was a matter of trying to follow his trail. Not easy, when she is following months later and he had been travelling by himself without much pause. But an Asgardian prince who wields the star-forged Mjolnir and the power of thunder and lightening does not go unremarked, and Sif hears more than once of the golden-haired warrior god passing through. Several times she thinks she comes close to catching him, but he is always gone just before she gets there.

The hardest part is the loneliness. She misses Hogunn’s quiet but steadfast companionship. She misses Volstagg’s raucous laughter and bold smiles. She misses even Fandral’s mockery and constant jesting.

Most of all she misses Thor himself. His strength and fierceness, the way he makes the worlds around them seem bigger and brighter just by his presence. She misses fighting by his side and talking and drinking with him late into the night. She misses his smile, and his goodness, his unwavering belief in her. She just misses him, with an endless, relentless ache, like a chasm inside her.

Some nights she thinks about giving up, returning to Asgard and her friends and doing what she can there instead of pursuing what seems more and more like a fool’s errand.

But then she thinks about Loki masquerading as Odin on the throne, of his declaring her and Heimdall traitors because they could see through his illusions – and in doing so tacitly declaring war on her, Sif, the very Goddess of War. As much as she would like nothing more than to beat the truth from his deceitful tongue, she knows they need Thor if they really wish to set things to rights. He is the only one that has ever been able to deal to his brother, and he is the only one that Asgard will accept on the throne if they unveil Loki.

So she presses on.

As she follows talk of another sighting, she realises that the path she is on seems suddenly to have diverted, to be heading back towards the Nine Realms. Is Thor going home, after all this time? But why so abruptly? Why change his course so rapidly?

A feeling of unease makes her spine prickle – and it is just as she is worrying about what she might find when she finally manages to get back to Thor that half the universe disappears.

Screams and cries of terror and anguish echo all around her. She turns, drawing her blade, ready to face an enemy, but all she sees is confusion and dust. Black dust swirling in the air, drifting high on the wind and dissipating into nothing.

People are sobbing, crying, reaching out in front of them as though to hold on to something and slowly as she watches and looks around, Sif begins to understand with a dawning sense of sheer horror what is happening. It is people that are dissipating, crumbling away into those terrible flakes of ash and dissolving on the wind.

She feels sick, her heart pounding in her chest, and her fingers tighten on her sword. But she cannot fight this. She doesn’t even know what’s causing it.

Skin crawling now with dread she runs forward, and for a moment she thinks it is everyone – it seems like everyone, so many people, everywhere, just unravelling at the seams like a loose thread has been pulled and they are all coming undone.

Some instinct, honed over a millennium of battling throughout the Realms, tells her that this has something to do with Thor’s search – with the Stones. Something like this, a travesty of such magnitude that Sif has never seen in all her long years, that she is struggling to comprehend, cannot be a random happenstance on a small, quiet planet at the end of the galaxy.

Did Thor know was about to happen? Is that why he left and headed for Asgard?

Asgard.

A jolt of panic stops Sif in her tracks. Is this happening there, too? Are her friends – Heimdall, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, are they -? Is Thor -?

“Heimdall!” The scream rips from her throat, raw and frightened. “Heimdall, open the Bifrost! Heimdall!”

She cannot be here. She needs to be with them, to die beside them if she cannot fight against this with them.

“Heimdall, please! Open the Bifrost!”

There is no response – only the continuing cries of those around her.

“Heimdall?”

Slowly, the sobs give way to silence. Deep, terrible silence, the sound of an untold number of voices simply vanishing from existence. Silence that rivals the void of space.

If Heimdall can hear her, he gives no sign. The Bifrost remains closed.

And Sif is alone.

It takes almost as long to return home as she has been away, despite the fact that she is now travelling with purpose, knowing where she is headed rather than waiting for the next sign. With half the universe gone, the rest has fallen into chaos and once peaceful planets that she passed through are now war torn, the survivors of whatever it is that has happened lashing out in fear and anger and burning what remains down around them.

Other places are dead, filled only with the ghosts and echoes of what was. Where before Sif was able to scavenge and work her way across the galaxy, now she must take whatever passage is available – however out of the way it takes her – because there is no guarantee of getting anything else.

There are those that work to take control of the chaos, to put out the fires and rebuild from the ashes. Sif hears rumours of a captain with golden fists and strength unmatched, and once she might have sought her out and volunteered to help, but now she can only think of home, of Thor and their friends. She has to find them, to know what has happened to them.

It has become clear the further she has travelled that the unravelling of people has happened everywhere, and when she thinks of Asgard sick fear makes her stomach clench.

She imagines the gold citadel of her youth devastated, half its people ash on the wind. She imagines her friends turned to crumbling flakes of dust, gone as if they had never been.

But what she finds is so much worse than she imagined.

Because what she finds is nothing.

The black void of space stretches out before her, littered only with dust, debris and rocky remains. A creeping cold claws its way up her spine as she checks the navigation system of the small ship she was able to commandeer – its owner was one of those that have disappeared – but it does not appear to be faulty.

This is where Asgard should be, but Asgard is not there.

Asgard is gone.

Shock rolls over her like a wave, relentless and forceful and leaving her breathless. There is an echo of pain, but distant; that cold unease has turned to numbness as she stares at the vast emptiness where her home should be, and she is vaguely aware that the pain will hit her later but, for now, her mind is keeping the full impact at bay so she can think.

Nowhere she has visited has disappeared entirely and instinct tells her that there is more at work here than what else is happening throughout the galaxy. There is no sign of survivors, or of anyone at all – there is nowhere for anyone to be. But Thor had been on his way back. And Heimdall had still been here, and the Warriors Three. Surely they managed to save some of their people.

If Thor had returned to Asgard in time, he would have taken any survivors somewhere safe.

And there is one place, Sif knows, that Thor is fonder of than anywhere else in the realms. One place where he would first seek refuge.

Her hands shake only a little as she keys in the coordinates for Midgard.

With nothing else to occupy her mind as she flies, her imagination offers up various possibilities to try and explain the complete disappearance of Asgard – but nothing seems to be enough, she cannot imagine anything so disastrous as to erase an entire world so completely. Not even half the people of the galaxy crumbling to dust managed that.

So how? What happened?

The question beats loudly, ceaselessly, in her mind like a drum, along with another that hurt even to think about, a sharp edge that she flinches away from but cannot avoid being cut by: could she have done anything?

She’s not sure she could. If Thor, the Warriors Three and Heimdall between them could not prevent Asgard’s destruction, Sif does not know what she could have done to tip the scale – but she could have helped. She could have been there, to fight with them.

At the very least she could have died alongside them.

It is as she is thinking this that the asteroid belt appears on the horizon and she frowns; she did not think she was that close to Midgard. A glance at the navigation system confirms that she has only covered about half the distance. So what is that ahead of her? Unease makes her stomach knot and she wonders if she is about to discover another world destroyed and its remnants scattered in the cold void of space.

As she gets closer, and the shapes coalesce, her blood turns to ice in her veins.

They are the remnants of a world, but not lifeless hunks of rock. They’re bodies, floating frozen and crystalline in the lonely, infinite darkness.

“By Ymir,” she murmurs, and even though she speaks softly her voice sounds much too loud, echoing harshly off the metal walls of the ship.

Amongst the bodies, she realises, is the twisted wreckage of a ship that has been practically split down the middle. Jagged shards of metal float here and there, some bearing burn marks, and Sif can only imagine the intensity of the battle that took place here. They must have been attacked rather than being the aggressors, she thinks, since they do not appear to be warriors. Most look like civilians, in normal, everyday clothes –

– Asgardian clothes, she suddenly realises.

Cold spreads through her as though an icy hand has gripped her heart, and she can hear the grief roaring at her again, threatening to overtake her. She stands, but although she can hear the clang of solid metal beneath her boots she has the notion that she is balancing on the very edge of a great abyss and it would take only the smallest push to cause her to fall in and be lost.

Her ship has reached the edge of the field of bodies and as one floats past, she finds she knows the face. One of the women that worked in Odin’s palace.

Sif wants to be sick.

It feels like a dream – no, a nightmare – as she forces herself to fly through the site of the massacre, looking for people she knows. There are so many, and yet at the same time so few. Does this mean there were survivors here, who went on to Midgard? Or were these people all that survived whatever destroyed Asgard, only to meet death here?

Is she all that is left of her people?

She looks at every face she passes, but there is no Volstagg, no Fandral, no Hogun. Nor is there any sign of Thor, the face she dreads seeing above all others.

A gleam of gold catches her eye and she turns the ship, manoeuvring it through a cluster of men and women whose faces are vaguely familiar but Sif cannot name, towards the wreckage of the ship. There, caught among the twisted, broken sheets of metal, is the body of a tall, slim man, pale-faced and dark-haired, and Sif feels the air leave her lungs.

Loki.

She bore him little love as children and even less in the last few years, but to see him here, dead, floating like debris in space is like a physical blow. He is still a prince of Asgard, and he was, at one point at least, a friend. She remembers him as a child and an adolescent, remembers talking and laughing with him as well as fighting with him and at times despising him. For this to be his end . . .

It’s wrong.

Dread making her tremble, she moves the ship as close as she can, looking past Loki’s body into what was the belly of the ship. But rather than the golden hair she fears, the only other body inside is dark haired and dark skinned, and still clutching his sword even in death.

“Heimdall.” Sif’s voice cracks on his name, and she sinks down on her knees. As he slips out of sight, her vision blurs, and the numbness can no longer hold the grief at bay. The tears spill down her cheeks as sobs rip from her throat in staccato bursts. She huddles on the floor of the ship, shaking and gasping for breath while it feels like her very soul is being torn asunder.

How long she cries for, she isn’t sure, but when the tears are finally dried she feels empty and hollow, as though the grief has carved everything else from her and left her just a shell. Asgard is gone. Her people are dead. While she was halfway across the galaxy searching for a way to save them, they were fleeing and dying and she didn’t know. Asgard was being destroyed and she didn’t know. Her friends fought and died without her, and she didn’t know.

How could she not know? How could her entire world be destroyed without her feeling anything – no twinge of warning, no snapping of an invisible cord that bound her to her home, nothing to tell her that everything and everyone she loved were fighting for their survival?

She should have been there.

Her head is pounding, so she pushes herself to her feet, her limbs tired and heavy, and reaches for the flask she carries with her. The cool freshness of the water inside helps to revive her a little, and eases the pain in her head enough to focus. She has seen Loki, Heimdall and many other faces she knew, but not Thor, or the Warriors Three. Bringing her ship back out, she drives once more through the debris and the bodies, looking for them, but she is certain they are not there.

Not a one of them would have abandoned their people, so if they did not die here then they must still be out there – maybe with other survivors.

The hope that thought kindles feels thin, fragile, and Sif is afraid to hold it too tightly lest she crush it, but it is there.

She set out on a mission – to find Thor – and she will not rest until it is complete. Midgard is still her best lead, since it seems what remained of Asgard’s people were indeed heading there, and the route the navigation system had plotted out is still there.

Quietly promising herself that she will come back and retrieve the people here to give them a proper send off into the next life, Sif turns the ship and once again flies forward into the endless, stretching blackness of space.

#lady sif #thor #thor odinson #thorsif #thor x sif #thorsif fic #finally starting to post this despite the fact that progress is very slow #because I have been working on it so long and I want someone else to see it #I also want to get it up before thor 4 comes out and sif is done dirty yet again #anyway please enjoy this thoroughly indulgent fic that has been languishing on my computer for way too long #my fic #otp: I courted war #i'll crawl home fic

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Spellbinding (Chapter Eleven-Part Two)

Summary: (Y/N)’s first Asgardian ball doesn’t go as well as she’d hoped it would.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a brief scene involving verbal and physical harassment in this chapter.

A/N: I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven (Part II) October 16th, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)

“Would you care for a drink? Or possibly a new set of lungs?” Loki panted lightly as the two of them practically stumbled off the dance floor. After finishing their first dance together, Loki and Frigga had shared a dance and Thor had surprised (Y/N) by asking for a dance; he was better than she expected him to be but he had a habit of taking large steps that her shorter legs struggled to keep up with. Once that dance ended, Loki had swept her up into another four dances before they finally decided to take a break.

(Y/N) chuckled, trying to catch her breath and maneuver through the groups of people socializing around the dance floor. “I think I’d rather have a new pair of feet than a new set of lungs, but I’m afraid that a drink is the more realistic choice.” They finally reached a secluded corner of the ballroom. “Thank goodness Tony isn’t here right now; I can practically hear all the immature stamina jokes he’d make!”

Loki smirked and ran a hand over his slightly disheveled hair. “It wouldn’t be that horrible if Stark were here, darling.” She raised a questioning brow and he continued, “His jokes would embarrass you, and I love the way you smile when you become bashful. It’s positively enchanting.” Of course, the matter-of-fact way he said that caused a flustered smile to spread across her face. “Ah, there it is!”

“All right, you big flirt, didn’t you say that you’d get us some drinks?”

“Of course, anything for you, my goddess!” He placed a swift kiss on her cheek and disappeared into the crowd.

Shaking her head in amusement, (Y/N) leaned against the marble pillar beside her and watched the people mingling and dancing, pleased that she was able to find a place to truly take in all the sights and sounds of the Asgardian ball. It’s like I’m in a Jane Austen novel, she thought with a smile, but without the signature drama and angst.

“Pardon me, my lady, but may I ask you a question?” (Y/N) tore her eyes away from the crowd to see a young woman standing before her. She looked to be about her age but was much taller, with long strawberry-blonde hair, intelligent stormy-grey eyes and a pretty yet shy face; she was dressed in a simple blue gown made of shimmering gossamer and satin that accentuated her great height, and she wore a braided silver tiara on her head.

“Of course, but you don’t have to call me that! My name’s (Y/N).” She held her hand out and the woman paused a moment before holding her goblet of mead in one hand and gently shaking hers with the other.

“I’m Amirah,” The woman smiled tentatively before continuing. “You’re not from this realm either, are you?”

(Y/N) shook her head. In that moment, she noticed Amirah’s pointed ears and her heart began hammering excitedly in her chest. “No, I’m actually from Midgard but I’m also from-”

“I knew it!” Amirah’s face broke out into an excited grin. “I’m so sorry for my forwardness but I’ve never met a Midgardian before! Is your realm similar to Asgard? What do Midgardians do for fun? Does Midgard have a king?”

“Well…” For nearly ten minutes, (Y/N) described Midgard as simply as she could as Amirah listened with rapt attention; the Alfheimian seemed especially intrigued by New York and was a little confused by how the realm’s governments worked and why some countries govern themselves. “I’m sorry if that was too vague, Amirah, it’s difficult trying to explain such a complex place to someone who’s never been there…”

Amirah waved her apology away. “It’s all right, you’ve given me a wonderful understanding of Midgard in such a small amount of time! I wish nothing more than to visit your realm but unfortunately, Alfheim’s laws forbid it…”

“Your drink, my love!” Before (Y/N) could question Amirah, Loki appeared from the crowd before them with two goblets. “I would’ve been back sooner if not for Fandral and his inebriated shenanigans; he kept challenging me to a drinking contest.” He caught sight of Amirah and gave her a small bow. “Lady Amirah, it’s a pleasure to see you again. How are you enjoying the ball?”

“It’s splendid! (Y/N) here was just telling me a little about Midgard; such a fascinating place, is it not?”

Loki smiled, shooting (Y/N) a wink as he handed her a goblet. “Yes, it is. One might say that the people are the best things about the entire realm.” He glanced back at the Alfheimian as another dance began. “Did you know that (Y/N) is part-?”

“I’m terribly sorry, Prince Loki, but I must go; I promised this dance to my father!” Amirah gave them a graceful curtsy. “It was a pleasure talking to the both of you!” With that, she hurried off into the crowd.

(Y/N) watched her go, curiosity still pulling at her. “Are she and her father members of the Alfheimian delegation?”

Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion. “She didn’t tell you who she was?” (Y/N) shook her head. “That’s King Tarian’s daughter, the Princess of Alfheim.”

“I wonder why she didn’t say anything,” She commented before sipping on her watered-down mead and shuddering as the alcohol burned her throat. “Urgh, I’m never going to get used to that…”

Her boyfriend smirked as he took a long drink from his goblet. “I’m still surprised that you’re able to tolerate even that much mead; Thor and I gave that same mixture to Stark once and he passed out before he could finish it, but then again, he isn’t part Alfheimian. Speaking of which, did Amirah tell you anything about your mother’s realm?”

“I didn’t get a chance to ask her anything, I was too busy telling her about Midgard. I didn’t even get a chance to tell her that I’m part-Alfheimian.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure that we’ll run into her again before the night is over.” He looked away from the crowd before them and frowned when he looked at her. “Are you feeling all right?”

(Y/N) stood straighter, realizing that she was leaning heavily against the stone pillar next to her to relieve the pressure on her feet. “I’m fine, but still recovering from all that dancing!”

Loki opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by Thor coming up to them, a bright grin lighting up his face. “Lady (Y/N), how are you enjoying your evening?”

“It’s been wonderful!” (Y/N) exclaimed, ignoring the discomfort of her dress laces and her aching feet. “Are you and Sif having a good time?”

“Of course! She’s off somewhere besting Fandral at a drinking contest; I was cheering her on when Mother sent me on a mission,” Thor looked away from her and smiled at Loki. “Mother needs to speak with you, brother, she said it was urgent. She’s out in the corridor.”

“All right, would you stay here and keep (Y/N) company?” When Thor nodded, Loki pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back shortly, darling.” He turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Thor offered her his hand with a knowing smile. “Would you care for some fresh air?”

“Sure!” Taking his hand, (Y/N) allowed him to lead her through the crowd; once again, she noticed how everyone’s curious eyes would follow her and she was glad that Thor was leading her away from them. A few moments later, they were on a secluded balcony that overlooked one of the palace’s magnificent gardens. After taking a moment to enjoy the silence and the slight breeze against her flushed skin, (Y/N) looked up at Thor. “It’s so beautiful.”

He gave her another smile and leaned against the stone railing. “When we were younger, Loki and I would come out here during balls whenever we grew too bored. He would show me his magic and when we played, we would pretend that we were great warriors leading an army against the Jotuns together.” Thor’s smile slowly fell and he was silent for a moment before continuing. “We would have played a very different game had I known the truth about our family.”

“It’s not your fault, Thor, you were raised to believe a lie. You both were.” She gave his large hand a comforting pat as she leaned against the stone railing beside him. “And now look at the both of you, you’re fighting side-by-side again. You both have come such a long way.”

“Thank you, Lady (Y/N), your words are a great comfort.” Thor glanced at her and gestured to her empty goblet. “Would you care for another drink?”

“Just water, please.”

Taking her goblet, he gave her a teasing bow. “Your wish is my command, my lady, so I shall return shortly!” He winked and walked back into the crowded ballroom.

Turning back to the moonlit garden, (Y/N) let out a relieved sigh. Alone at last, she thought as she rubbed her temples with her fingers to relieve her dull headache. As fun and wonderful as balls were, she’d come to realize that they were also unbelievably uncomfortable; after only three hours, her dress was constricting her breathing, her shoes were pinching her toes and her neck was sore from wearing her heavy tiara. Look on the bright side, though, you still have a chance to learn a little about Alfheim tonight, she thought with a smile, you just have to track down Princess Amirah.

“I was told that Asgard has the most beautiful sights in all the Nine Realms, but I didn’t believe that until I came out here.”

(Y/N) quickly turned to see an Alfheimian man leaning casually against the opening of the balcony. He was dressed in a midnight-blue tunic embroidered with sliver thread and black trousers tucked into knee-high black boots with a silver crown on his light-brown hair. He had a carefree grin on his pale face but something about his nearly translucent-grey eyes made her uneasy. “Sorry, I was just leaving; enjoy the view of the garden…”

He smirked and stepped in front of her before she could leave. “How coy of you, minx. What’s your name?”

“Uninterested.” (Y/N) moved to step around him. His hand shot out and grabbed her upper arm before she could take another step. “Let me go.”

“Now, now, I only want to know your name.” The man’s eyes bored into hers as his grin widened. “Allow me to introduce myself: I am General Arbane of Alfheim, commander of the Royal Army.”

(Y/N) tried wrenching her left arm free, but his grip was too strong. “I don’t care who you are, but you have five seconds to let me go.”

Arbane only chuckled. “Other women would trample each other to be where you are right now, minx-” He was cut off abruptly when her foot stomped down onto his foot; with a groan of pain, his hold loosened and she hurried towards the balcony’s opening but when she was just steps away, his hand clamped around her wrist and pulled her back onto the secluded balcony. “You insolent little viper, how dare you-!”

Suddenly, Arbane was ripped away from her. The force knocked her to the ground and it took her a moment to clamber to her feet; that’s when she saw Loki, his face filled with pure rage as he and Arbane exchanged blows. “Loki! Loki, stop!” She tried grabbing his arm before he could land another punch but it was no use, he didn’t even acknowledge her presence.

Panicking, (Y/N) gathered her skirt in her hands and dashed into the ballroom, dodging people as she searched for Thor. Thankfully, she didn’t have far to look; he was standing near the wall, chatting with Sif and the Warrior’s Three as he held two goblets of mead.

“…I would have to say that Pop-Tarts are the best, but-Lady (Y/N), what’s wrong?”

(Y/N) struggled to speak through gasps of breath. “Thor, it’s-it’s Loki, he’s on the balcony, please-!”

Thankfully, he seemed to understand; he thrust the goblets into a passerby’s arms and hurried to the balcony, (Y/N) and the others following closely behind. When they reached the balcony, Thor and Sif rushed to grab Loki, who was holding a knife to the general’s throat, while Volstagg and Hogun both grabbed Arbane. While Loki only had a swollen cheek, Arbane’s nose was clearly broken and blood flowed freely down his engorged face.

“What happened?” Thor demanded, his arms wrapped tightly around Loki’s torso as he struggled to break free.

“That bastard attacked (Y/N)!” Loki snarled, eyes still filled with fury.

Thor looked at her with wide eyes, and all she could do was nod as Fandral gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. Thor turned to look back at Arbane and his blue eyes hardened as the Alfheimian spat out, “The peace treaty has been broken by the Prince of Asgard! This means war!” Sif wrenched his arm harder behind his back, effectively quieting him.

“If that were true, then the treaty was broken the moment you attacked a woman under the protection of the Allfather!” Thor’s voice was low but filled with more power and authority than ever. “Take him to the dungeons and be discrete; his king can negotiate for his freedom after the ball.”

Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun each grabbed Arbane and with matching looks of disgust, they led him roughly down the balcony’s stairs and through the garden towards the dungeons.

Once they were out of sight, Thor pushed Loki away from him; it might have been (Y/N)’s imagination, but she could’ve sworn that Thor’s eyes crackled with electricity. “Loki, what the Hel is wrong with you?!”

Loki’s eyes narrowed dangerously and his jaw clenched. “What, you think I should’ve just let him attack (Y/N)?!”

“Of course not, but murdering King Tarian’s general wouldn’t have solved anything! The peace treaty-!”

“Oh, screw the peace treaty, Thor, you’re beginning to sound just as high and mighty as Odin! You’re the one responsible for all this, you left her alone!”

(Y/N) took a hesitant step forward. “Loki-”

“Loki, you may not care about it but the peace treaty is essential to Asgard’s survival! Our father-!”

“HE’S NOT MY FATHER!”

Loki’s outburst caused Thor to stiffen, his face contorting with barely-restrained anguish. “Then am I not your brother?”

Everything was dead silent for a moment before Loki coolly replied, “You’re not.”

Throwing Loki one last glare, Thor stormed off into the ballroom. Loki stood and stared after him, his chest heaving and his fists tightly clenched at his sides. Without another word, Loki marched off into the dark gardens, leaving (Y/N) standing alone on the balcony and frozen in shock.

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“My dear, are you quite sure that you’re all right?”

(Y/N) smiled slightly, touched by Frigga’s concern as they talked in a quiet corner of the ballroom. As soon as she’d snapped out of her shock, she set out to find the queen and tell her about what had happened on the balcony. “I’m fine, I’m just...”

Frigga placed a comforting hand on her cheek as she adjusted her tiara with the other. “Some say that Loki possesses a silver tongue, but when it comes to his brother…well, he tends to speak first and think about the impact of his words later. And although I’m disappointed that they stormed off and left you alone after your ordeal, I’m confident that both Loki and Thor will soon return to their usual selves.” Frigga smiled but (Y/N) could sense that she was also worried for her two sons, so she took the queen’s hand and gave it a brief but comforting squeeze.

“Queen Frigga, I-oh, is this a poor time?” They turned around and (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw King Tarian and Princess Amirah standing before them.

Frigga gave them both a bright smile. “No, not at all! (Y/N), this is King Tarian of Alfheim and I believe that you already met his daughter, Princess Amirah.” The two Alfheimians inclined their heads in a small bow and Amirah flashed her a sheepish smile. “And may I present Lady (Y/N) of Midgard.” Unsure of what to do, (Y/N) gave the pair a small curtsy.

“Yes, Queen Frigga and my daughter have told me many great things about you this evening.” King Tarian’s cheerful expression faltered and he lowered his voice. “I was sorry to learn of what transpired between you and my general but rest assured that he will be punished accordingly when we return to Alfheim in the morning.” (Y/N) returned the king’s kind smile and couldn’t help but feel at ease. “Queen Frigga mentioned earlier that you wish to learn more about Alfheim?”

“Yes, of course,” After giving the queen a grateful look, (Y/N) took a deep breath and continued. “Several months ago, I learned that my mother was from Alfheim and since then, I wanted to know more about the realm and I…I want to find out who she is.”

King Tarian stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Interesting…as you might have already guessed, Alfheim’s borders have been closed for nearly a millennia; no one has been allowed to come or go in all that time, and yet you stand here before me.”

“But Father, it’s possible that over the years the rebels discovered ways-”

“Yes, that’s true.” King Tarian gave his daughter a look of warning, which caused her to bow her head meekly. Turning back to (Y/N) and Frigga with a forced smile, he said, “But without knowing her name, it would be very difficult to find her. I’m truly sorry, Lady (Y/N), but I cannot help you. I hope you enjoy the rest of the ball.”

He began to turn away and as she panicked, (Y/N) blurted out, “I have Alf Seidr!” The king stopped dead in his tracks at her declaration, and Amirah’s mouth fell open in shock. “Does that help narrow it down?”

King Tarian turned back around, a mixture of disbelief and fear on his face. “Impossible…she can’t have…”

Before he could elaborate, the sounds of screams filled the ballroom and (Y/N) frantically stood on her toes and looked around for their cause. Her heart dropped suddenly when she saw Thor convulsing on the floor, white foam spewing from his mouth as Sif struggled to turn him onto his side. “Thor!” She ran through the panicked crowd to him, dropping to her knees next to Sif and watching helplessly as Thor’s face lost its color. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know, we were drinking mead and he collapsed!”

“Thor!” (Y/N) glanced up to see Loki and Frigga hurrying to them through the scattering crowd with panicked faces. They both dropped like stones beside Thor, and Loki’s frightened eyes darted from his brother’s convulsing body to the empty goblet beside him. Without a word, he summoned his green magic and quickly pressed his glowing palms to his brother’s chest. Giving each other a hasty look, (Y/N) and Frigga did the same; (Y/N) concentrated on her magic, willing it to enter Thor’s body and heal whatever had happened; she had no clue if her magic even contained any healing properties, but she had to at least try.

A moment later, Thor’s eyes slid shut and his body was still.

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A/N: I’m sorry for the cliffhanger but I couldn’t resist! And omg, did ya’ll see the new Loki trailer that dropped?! It looks amazing!

Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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#loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki #loki odinson #thor odinson #frigga #lady sif #fandral #volstagg #hogun #the warrior's three #marvel cinematic universe

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imagine-loki · 3 years

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Of Numbers and Strange Friendships

TITLE: Of Numbers and Strange Friendships CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 72/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being friends with Peter Parker RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: None so far. Also on AO3 here

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Frigga said when she was done explaining. The entire room was understandably shaken by the exposition. There had been quite a lot of exposition. The revelation about Hela, about Odin’s secrets, had shaken both of the princes, as well as Sif and Sigyn. The Avengers were all shocked as well, but they were also trying to cope with being on a foreign realm when none of them had been off realm before. It was a lot for them all to take in. Frigga, at least, seemed to recognize that.

Of course she did. She was a wonderful mother and queen. She would rule Asgard well until one of her sons was ready to take the throne.

“I need to take the throne and calm the realm,” Frigga continued, her words gentle. “Thor, I trust you, Sif, and the Warriors Three to see to our guests. I will see you all at dinner.” She was giving them an excuse to relax, to take time to take everything in. Thor and his friends would give the Avengers a tour of the palace and the realm. He would ground himself again in the familiarity of his home, of his life and his friends and family. He could share that with the team.

She also knew that Loki and Peter had some talking to do, now that Loki could speak again. Maybe one of these days Loki might also finally be able to get that much needed rest. But there were still things he needed to do.

Loki kissed Sig’s cheek and got to his feet. “You’ll take care of the witchling?” He asked her.

Sig gave him a warm smile, which had the entire team staring at Loki doting on his fiancé. “Yes, love. I’ll look after her,” she promised. Loki needed to talk to Peter alone, which meant that Loki had to drag him away from Wanda.

The warriors stood and bowed to Frigga as she took her leave. Thor took up a quick conversation with Sif to coordinate getting the team clothes for Asgard and giving them a tour. Loki made his way over to Peter and Wanda. Wanda was still hugging the spider-child too tight, relieved that he was alright. “My apologies, witchling, but I’m afraid I need to steal the Arachnid from you for a bit. I’ll return him unharmed,” Loki told Wanda, drawing her attention away from the very squashed Peter.

She loosened her grip and looked up at Loki. She was hesitant to let Peter go, now that he was safe. “I… can’t come with you?” She’d been everywhere with Loki and Peter during their trip to Asgard before.

Loki shook his head. “Not this time,” he said gently. Wanda hesitated, but nodded her understanding. Peter and Loki needed to talk. Along. She gave Peter an adorable, chaste, clumsy kiss before she stepped back, promising to see Peter later. Sig quickly corralled her into magic lessons to distract the witchling. Wanda didn’t want to be separated from Peter now that he was finally safe and things were calming down. “Come along, Arachnid,” Loki said and headed from the morons’ lair, trusting that Peter would follow.

Loki led Peter up to his suite, where he knew that they wouldn’t be distracted. Loki’s suite was protected with magic so only himself, Sig, Frigga, and Thor could enter without him lowering the shields for them. Loki led Peter inside, adjusting his shields to allow the boy to enter. He closed and locked the door behind them and gestured to his sitting room, inviting Peter to take a seat. Loki himself took a seat in his favorite reading chair.

“There is a lot to explain to you, Arachnid,” Loki said softly once Peter was seated.

Peter considered something. “What’s the number?” He asked, clearly wanting a gauge for just how bad this conversation was going to be.

“8,” Loki replied, picking at his hands. It was clear that the number was because of how stressed he was, not how evil he was feeling. Peter tensed. 8 was not a good number on their scale. He mentally prepared himself for a difficult conversation. Peter nodded for Loki to continue. Loki took a breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation. “I accept that you may not be able to forgive me for what I did,” he started, resuming picking at his hands, his tell for when he was uncomfortable. “I am deeply sorry for the method, though I will never apologize for saving your life. It was the only way…”

Peter hesitated and actually stopped to think before he spoke. “It’s real, then? The golden apples of immortality?”

Loki inclined his head. “They can heal mortal injuries and illnesses. And they can grant immortality to mortals,” he explained, reclarifying what that meant. Before Peter could ask, he continued with the explanation. “From now on, you will age as we do. You’ll live roughly five thousand years…” he lowered his gaze, sure this would be the point where Peter would hate him for turning him Asgardian without permission.

“Aunt May? Wanda? Our friends?” Peter asked, horrified by the implications.

Loki shook his head. “Perhaps I could acquire another for the witchling, but… we cannot just give the apples to every mortal we like. There would be too many,” he shook his head again. It wasn’t possible. “There are only so many apples available,” he concluded.

“You… you said that Mama Frigga…” Peter couldn’t quite finish the question, couldn’t ask what he needed.

Loki inclined his head, understanding Peter well, even without proper words. “Mother set aside one of the apples for you. I meant to ask you when you came of age if you wished for it. I didn’t understand before why she gave it to me before you were of age to consent to the change. I understand now. She saw that it would be the only way to save your life,”

“Why would she set an apple aside for me?” Peter asked, getting straight to the heart of the matter. He was just a mortal kid. Yes, he had some abilities, but… that surely wasn’t enough to be given one of the precious apples of immortality. Not if there were as few of them as Loki indicated. And Loki, while he was the god of lies, wouldn’t lie to Peter, not about something so important.

Loki bowed his head, looking at his lap when he finally answered. “For me. She knew that I could not live happily in a universe where I lost you,”

That was the key. Loki, now that he had met this brother of his soul. Now that he had healed, had gotten better, had learned from the teen who grounded him in the every day world, now that his life had changed for the better for meeting the teen, he couldn’t live in a world where Peter aged and died in a heartbeat.

Peter’s eyes widened when he realized just how much he meant to the god, just how much his loss would mean, and what Loki had risked to save his life. He rushed over to Loki and wrapped his arms tightly around Loki’s neck, making the god make a yelping strangled noise. Yes, things wouldn’t be easy, and there was a lot to learn, but He would always have Loki at his side to help with it all.

There was only one thing for Peter to say. One way to tell Loki exactly how he felt with this revelation.

“One,”

#Loki #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #of numbers and strange friendships #chapter 72 #nekoamamori

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wolfish-trickster · 3 years

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Lost traveler

3/?

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 588

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

Summary: A mysterious traveler visits Asgard and thanks to an accident has to stay for longer than she expected. Bonds are created but also shattered along the way.

A/N: reader has elemental powers, something like avatar the last airbender.

The palace was HUGE. Everyone always spoke of palaces as giant places but you've never been in one this big! Golden walls reflected light onto beautyful carved columns connecting the impossibly high ceiling with marble floor. On every turn there was either a tapestry or stairway to a big balcony with gorgeous view of the golden city below.

Evrytime you let out a gasp or your eyes wondered around the room you were walking through the queen softly chuckled at your side. She showed you a big part of the palace, since you will be living here for few weeks and no one would like you to get lost in one of the neverending hallways.

Finally she lead you out of the palace to top of some coloseum-like building. All around you sat men and women dressed in silky or leather clothes. They were watching what was happening bellow them. Down on the bottom there were few pairs combating. Either hand to hand, sword to sword or other weapon you've never seen before.

With a hand on your back she lead you down towards the fighters. People bowed to her as you both passed them. You heard few of them whisper about the 'dirty girl with unfitting clothes by the Allmother's side'. You turned towards the whisperers and smiled cheekily at them, letting them know you heard them and you couldn't care less about what they had to tell you. Even though you felt a little selfconscious thanks to them.

Queen walked you towards a particular group of fighters, two of them you already knew. Thor, if you remember correctly, and his brother were sitting on a nearby bench with two more men. One of them was twice as big as you with messy ginger hair and bushy beard, the other had black hair tied in a tight ponytail. They were laughing and cheering for two of their friends. Another blond man with slight facial hair combating with a brown haired girl. The girl pinned him down with her knee on his back and twisted his arm backwards.

"Come on Fandral! Are you really going to let a girl beat you?!" you heard Thor shouting.

Frigga coughed to announce her presence before Fandral could respond. Both of the warriors stood up and brushed the dust from their clothes. The rest of the group stood up and bowed. "Allmother."

Thor and his brother, however, didn't bow. They just walked over to you two. "Greetings mother," hold on, MOTHER?! THOSE TWO ARE PRINCES?!

"This is Astrid. She will be staying with us for a little while. Be kind to her," queen introduced you. You waved at them with a timid smile.

One of the princes stepped closer to you. "So, looks like you are feeling better, little traveler," the younger brother gestured to your bandaged hand.

You nodded. "It's getting better."

He smiled at you, almost relieved.

Then nudged his brother with his elbow. "What-? Oh! Yeah, right," the Thunderer caughed. "I apologize for striking you with a lightning bolt. I won't do it again," he gave a 'are you happy now?' look to his brother. He just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, apology accepted."

"Wait, YOU were the one who hurt her?" Fandral stared at Thor.

"Fandral, not now."

"Oh for Norn's sake," the girl pushed her way through boys towards you. "Hello, my name is Sif. Ignore those dunderheads."

"Who do you call a dunderhead?!" the ginger giant asked, even though it sounded more like a roar with his booming voice.

Sif turned towards him. "Do you want to taste the dirt just like Fandral?"

".....no."

You chuckled at their little banter.

Frigga hugged you around shoulders. "Seems like you don't need me anymore. They will keep you company and show you the rest of Asgard. And who knows, maybe you will find a trusted friend among them," she winked and waved goodbye to her two sons and their friends.

You turned towards them, fidgeting with your fingers. What are you going to say? Are you supposed to say something? Will you just let them ask whatever they want to know and you will answer?

The younger prince decided to end your internal suffering. "I think we owe you our names at least. You already know Sif," he gestured at her and she winked. "This blind oaf is my brother Thor."

"Blind?" you asked.

Raven haired boy grinned. "He-"

"It's an inside joke! Right?" Thor adressed his brother treatingly.

"Right. Then we have Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg," one by one they either waved at you or grinned. Fandral even winked.

"And I am Loki," he offered his hand for you to shake.

"A-astrid," you took it hesitantly. He gave you a look. You couldn't read it was a good or a bad one.

You shrugged it quickly when Thor launched forward at you and took your hand in his big rough one. "Such a pretty girl, traveling the world. You must be desperatly lonely. No worries my sweet, I will not take a step away from you," he winked at you, a seductive smile grew on his lips. He brought your hand towards them. You quickly pulled your hand back and behind yourself.

"I'm just fine on my own, thanks," you blurted before you could stop yourself. Will they behead you for saying no to a prince?

Loki chuckled. "She's a feisty one. I like that."

Apparently no.

"Hey, Astrid," Sif tried to pull you away from them. "Can I ask you something?"

'Bet she will ask where I am from' "Sure."

"Do you know how to fight?"

You didn't expect that. "No, not really."

You felt Loki's eyes on you again. And the same look he gave you before.

"Hmm, what a pitty," she detached herself from your side. "Alright, who wants to go next?" she cracked her nuckles and grabbed a long sword from a nearby bench.

Thor grabbed his own and rolled his shoulders. "You are going down."

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She didn't go down. Not even an hour later. Loki didn't bother to show off his muscles like Thor's friends in front of you. Throughout the whole training he was wondering only one thing: why did you lie? If you were a fighter, why not showing it? And your true name? What was with the cracked bracelet of yours? And how did you get here without using bifrost?

So many questions.... Loki WILL find an answer. He always does.

"Our little companion seems bored," Hogun noted.

And sure enough, you were drawing circles into the dirt with the tip of your boot. When you realized they were talking about you, your head shot up. "What?"

"I said you seem bored."

"No, I'm just... Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts. That's all."

You really aren't a good liar.

"You are bored. And honestly, I would be too if I was thrown into your situation. What do you suggest we do?" Loki asked.

"I have an idea," Thor interrupted. "Let's show you Asgard!" he started pushing you out of the training area. And as always, everyone had to do what Thor wanted.

They walked you around the biggest beauties, the most outstanding views in the city. Thor was proudly pointing at building after building as if he was the one who build them. Loki was the only one to notice your unease. How you shy away from people, avoid going into crowded places, how you always try to hide behind them.

'You didn't like being in the city' Loki concluded.

"-and that is where the best beer and mead is made. How do you like your temporary home so far?" Thor asked hopefully.

"It's nice?" that was more of a question than answer.

"Didn't I tell you? He is blind," Loki scoffed. "Blind towards the fact you do not like crowds and attention. And since you still have your traveling clothes on," he tugged at your shirt, "you are attracting way more attention than you would like. Correct?"

"Yes, actually."

"Here is my proposition to you: for the rest of the day, we will go anywhere you want. How does it sound?" he smiled charmingly, hoping to see you blush. He wanted to know what makes you tick.

"That would be very kind of you," no blush, but a sweet, grateful smile. He could work with that.

Rest of the group sighed. "Alright Astrid, where do you want to go?"

"Can we go to the forrest? Please?"

"Forrest? Seriously?" Sif whined.

"What? Scared you might get lost again?" Volstagg nudged her.

"For your information, we were nine and it was Loki who told me to go right if I want to see a roe!" she pointed her sharp finger towards the trickster.

Loki shrugged. "Not my fault you scared her away and got lost," he turned to you, "I like the way you think. I can show you the most beautiful lily ponds and the most colourful flowers as well," he dropped the volume of his voice a little, "and some poisonious plants if those fools start to get on your nerves."

To his surprise, a mischevious smirk grazed your features. "I like the way you think."

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scribeofmorpheus · 3 years

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Himmeløyne [27/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

Catch Up Here | Masterlist

Warnings: None

A/N: Wowieeee, it's been a long time since I've written a chapter this long. It feels like the old days. But also, I wrote this without my glasses, so... there will be errors.

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment or leave a like please ☺

~Y/N

“Do you think we’ll be hanged?” Fandral asked from his cell. It wasn’t intended as a question to the room. From his tone, he certainly wasn’t in the mood for conversation, but in need of anything besides the quiet of the prison area. “I think I’d hate a hanging. There hasn’t been one in centuries. You think it will be public?”

In the parallel cell, Sif paced about. Checking the golden barriers of her cage and then pounding her fists against the barrier couple of times. Each hit barely made a sound, let alone a dent. Adjacent to your own cell, Heimdall struggled to stay upright. He looked won out. In need of a long, long sleep. Normally, seeing him in distress would make you worry, but nothing felt normal with the amulet on.

“I’m not sure I’d prefer banishment either,” Fandral kept speaking.

“At least you’ get to keep your pretty head,” Volstagg chimed in, annoyed. His face was getting redder. It seemed his friend's ruminations were becoming tiresome to listen to. “Which is better than what I’ll do to you if you don’t shut up for a minute!”

“Yggdrasil’s branches!” Sif huffed. “I can’t hear myself think with you all yapping like starved pups!”

Her tone was different from everyone else’s. Sharper. That made them afraid. Talking was a way to keep distracted. With Sif’s outburst, everyone was forced to face that silence they were too afraid to let settle. Well, everyone except Heimdall and Hogun. You, on the other hand, weren’t feeling much of anything. Strange…

“Leave them be, Sif,” Hogun said softly. His face was calm, legs crossed at the ankle as he reclined comfortably on his cot, eyes closed. “Everything will work itself out.”

“You sound so certain,” she seemed surprised. “Why?”

“Because,” Hogun stretched, sitting up on crossed legs. “One way or another, everything always reaches a conclusion.”

Fandral let out a shaky laugh, “You’re a real comfort.”

Hogun shrugged, “Could be worse. You could have had Thor for a cellmate. You know how he hates small spaces. Especially if he’s confined in said small places.”

Sif tried to fight her smile, a reminiscent look on her face. All the warriors had it. Even Heimdall. It must have been a shared memory. Before your time.

“That big oaf,” Sif finally let her teeth show through the smile.

As the others began to trade anecdotes from the past, mainly about Thor’s claustrophobia and a previous stint in prison, Heimdall scooted closer to you, his back pressed up against the barrier o his cell, head turned at an angle to meet your eyes.

“Are you alright?” he squinted at the amulet and then focused on your face. He was searching for something, you weren’t quite sure he found. A moment later, he sighed. “Can you even hear me?”

Yes, you said. But he didn’t respond. He didn’t hear.

He wasn’t discouraged by his inability to communicate two ways with you. He soldiered through and found another question to ask, “Does it hurt?”

It doesn’t feel like anything, you said. Again, he didn’t hear.

He was frowning now, asking question after question as if the right one would get you to open your mouth. A task so simple, yet so difficult to do.

Minutes passed—or maybe hours—when guards came to round everyone out of their cells. Everyone except you. There was a commotion. Some unpleasant words exchanged. Someone tried to rile up the Captain from before. She ignored them, acting above reproach. An impenetrable shield, shining with true Asgardian worth. The guards never lowered your cell’s barrier, and after another minute—or hour—you finally registered that you were alone in the prison ward. It didn’t bother you though. Nothing did. Not even the spot of blood that marked the spot where two guards were knocked unconscious by Loki’s hands. Two more stood slack, in a headlock between Thor’s large arms. Frigga was with them too, casting sleep spells on the last few on guard duty.

The barrier to your cell faded in the blink of an eye. Faster than lightning, Loki rushed to your side, cradling your body against his own. He felt strong, like an anchor in the impossible storm. Smiling seemed the right thing to do, but you weren’t sure if you managed to.

He was trembling, his body hot from exertion. He kept his voice a whisper, his words only for you. “When I saw that the cells were empty, I thought… I don’t know what I thought. But you’re here. I wasn’t too late. I found you again. I have you in my arms again and I promise not to let go. Never to let go.”

Those words should have meant the world. You should have been elated. Relieved. But there was still nothing.

When you didn’t reply or lean into his touch, Loki pulled back to study you. He tugged at the clasp, but the amulet refused to separate. It took a while for Frigga to understand what was happening, to notice the amulet for what it was.

As Loki turned to use his magic against the amulet’s hold, Frigga raised a hand in warning, “No, Loki, wait—”

Loki’s magic was invasive to the amulets, and you felt the ancient device retaliate, slapping his magic away. He was knocked back on his ass before Frigga could finish her sentence.

She knelled next to you, tearing a piece of fabric from her skirts and chanting below a whisper. The fabric began to shimmer, imbued with magical essence.

“The amulet siphon’s magic, drains the wearer and attacks anyone who tries to take it off,” she explained. “You have to trick it into focusing its curse on something else, and then…” She wrapped the fabric around her hand and used it to unclasp the amulet. As it fell, the fabric was turned to nothing in a flash of cold fire. The amulet dropped onto the floor. Loki and Frigga were cautious not to touch it.

You shuddered to life. Everything bright and real. The floor was cold. Your body was every bit as tired as you remembered. And the pull of Loki’s magic returned. Beautiful. Right.

He rushed to hold you again, and this time you reciprocated. Wrapping your arms around his midriff and clinging onto him as if he were the source of all life.

“I love you,” you said abruptly.

The air left his lungs. His chest grew still. Unmoving. You loved how that sounded. His heart racing. Your words. Everything about that imperfect moment suddenly became perfect.

You laughed, euphoric. “I really do. I love you.”

You looked up to him, saw his shock and adoration and a mix of every look he’d ever given you worn under one instant. His lips quivered. He tried to speak. To breath. But he was stunned in silence.

“I regretted not telling you before,” you kissed him. Your body finding solace in the proximity. Your heart beating strong and steady, in a way it never had before. In a way that promised forever. To love forever. To live forever. To be near him forever. You had forgotten what it felt like to be exhilarated. To actually cherish each heartbeat. And, as if a flood had passed over your body, you felt renewed. Loved. You poured all of yourself into the kiss, into him. And he drank gleefully. Greedily.

“Ahem!” Thor cleared his throat, obviously flustered from witnessing you and Loki’s moment. “I’m… Uh—I’ll just… be… over there… keeping watch for patrols.” He stalked over to the staircase and pretended to keep watch. Cheeks turning tomato red.

The kiss finally broke and you both needed more than a few seconds to fill your lungs with air again.

Loki grinned from ear to ear, “To think, I’ve waited countless of your lifetimes to feel this way about anyone, and you only needed the one. I knew I was missing something since I was a little boy. You restored that part of me. Gave me the chance to see that I could be something whole. You’ve healed a broken prince, and I wish I could give you more but… I suppose… this will have to do…” He trailed off, staring intently at your face. “I’ll love you fiercely for every lifetime I spent without you. Half-mortal or not, I’ll love you a thousand year’s worth every moment of every day. For as long as we have.”

“That’s a big promise.”

“No. It’s just what you deserve.”

“Then you deserve the same. It goes both ways, so that makes two thousand year’s worth.”

He arched his brow, some of that self-assuredness he used to carry with him returned. “That’s technically not true.”

A mounted torch holder fell off the wall with a loud clang! Everyone turned to see Thor kicking the polished bronze ornament into a darkened corner. He held up his hands in a silent apology. Loki rolled his eyes.

“My brother with his insightful contribution,” Loki said, tongue-in-cheek. Loud enough for Thor to hear this time, he asked: “Would you like to make a little more noise? I don’t think every guard in the lower levels heard you.”

“I just might,” Thor grumbled, placing his hand close to another torch holder. Daring his brother to say another word.

“I don’t mean to cut this short,” Frigga interjected, helping you up off the floor. “But if we mean to do this, we must get to the others before Odin has had time to pass judgement. After that his will is paramount. Not even the Rite of Conscription will save your companions.”

You wobbled on your feet and Loki instinctively slinked an arm around your waist. You leaned into him.

“What is the Rite of Conscription?” you turned to Loki.

He frowned, “It’s… It’s the best of my bad ideas. Conscription can only be evoked by senior members of the Asgardian royal family. Once enacted, it places a subject in a position of servitude. They become agents of the court and crown. And it also means, they cannot be tried as traitors. Once conscripted, they have full protection under the King, or, in this case, Queen.”

“Sounds simple enough,” you said. Loki’s expression didn’t reassure though. “But… it’s not, is it?”

“No. Conscription for you, given how little we know about your true lifespan, it could end up being a life sentence.”

“But I have no home to return to. No family besides Heimdall…” you felt a wave of dizziness and had to clutch onto Loki’s jacket to keep steady. His fingers found yours. He twined them together, holding them close to his chest. You looked up at him. “Up until recently, I was ready to accept Asgard as my new home. For good.”

“But it wouldn’t just be you, my dear,” Frigga pointed out. “We’d have to conscript them all to Asgard’s service. Forever. They’d never have the chance to become anything different in the future. Neither would you.”

A life of servitude in exchange for freedom from Odin’s unpredictable wrath. Or was it his illogical fear? If you had to make the choice alone, you wouldn’t hesitate, even if it landed you in a precarious position in the future. But you couldn’t dare play arbiter of fate over everyone else’s lives. That would be selfish. And you’d be no better than Odin.

“I don’t think I can agree to this,” you said solemnly. “If it was only me that had to make the decision, then… maybe. But, I was only just beginning to get to know everyone. I don’t want to be a source of tension. And Heimdall’s the only family I have left. From what he’s told me, of the Great War, of his people, conscription would be a cruel thing to do without even talking to him about it. This whole mess started because of scheming and secrecy. We can’t continue that pattern.”

Frigga’s eyes flitted to your hand interlocked with Loki’s, a new thought percolating to the surface. “Family,” she murmured.

“What?” you asked.

“Handfasting!” she said hastily, her voice the loudest you’d ever heard it.

Loki’s eyes went large, “You can’t mean…”

Frigga nodded, taking one of your hands in each of her own.

“We don’t have a priestess,” Loki spoke too quick, anxious.

“I don’t—” you tried to get a word in, but Frigga talked over you.

“It’s the best alternative. At the very least, it will grant us a year of peace. A year we can use to persuade Odin to forgive whatever transgressions he found so grave that he’d risk imprisoning the protector of the Bi-frost. I know him. If he truly wanted this, he’d have acted without hesitancy. This—” she gestured towards the prison “—this is all to buy time. He’s undecided. So we must decide for him.”

Loki brushed off her explanation, unwilling to listen, “He’s the king. His will is law. If he truly didn’t want this, he wouldn’t have done it.”

Frigga shook her head, a wizened edge hanging on her words, “Only tyrants rule in that manner. And he is not his father.”

“What does Bor have to do with any of this?” Loki said, eyeing his mother suspiciously. She dismissed his prying with a flick of her wrist. She did it with the same flourish that Loki did.

You looked to Thor then back to Frigga, lost. “Is anyone going to tell me what handfasting is, or—”

“It’s a marriage,” Thor blurted out.

Now it was your turn to go silent.

“Subtle, brother. Thank you for that,” Loki chided. He placed his attentions back on you in an effort to explain things more smoothly, avoiding your gaze. “Handfasting isn’t exactly as binding as marriage. Handfasting is like… a trial period. It was used in arranged marriages to see if the betrothed were… agreeable. It was also a way to end disputes politically. Give the respective sides time to assess and recuperate.”

“I see,” was all you could muster, your voice small.

“In fact, Odin and I were handfasted,” Frigga said. “And if you have any doubts, remember, as Loki said, it isn’t binding. But as a betrothed, your family gains diplomatic immunity. And since Heimdall is Vanir, both of you fall under allies, not subjects.”¨

Finally, you found your voice. “What of Sif and the others?”

“They’d be protected too,” she assured you. “The handfasting period is a period of peace. If anyone acts out violently, then they disrespect the old ways. And Odin is too traditional. The old ways are his ways. His father’s ways. He will respect the year of peace. I’ll make sure of it.”

You took a sure, deep breath. Steeling yourself. You had dreamed of a future with Loki. Years spent discovering each other, learning of intimacies beyond touch. Sharing desires and thoughts. Spending days in the library, discovering more about your peoples, more about your magic. It may not have included a mysterious boy from Verdenspeil. Or a handfasting ceremony as a last-ditch effort to one-up Odin, but then again, your life on Asgard had been far from ideal. Loki waited for your answer, his eyes holding a darker edge to them; desire. Frigga and Thor waited with bated breath, both their postures too ramrod straight, towering over you. Expecting an answer.

“Then, my answer is yes.” You smiled, both anxious and excited. There was a shared sigh of relief in the room.

Frigga turned to her son, happy for him. He pressed his forehead to yours and mimicked your actions.

“Yes,” he said with a laugh caught in his throat.

Frigga whispered a spell, and suddenly, a spool of ribbon inked itself between your hand and Loki’s. Twisting into an infinity loop at the wrist. You thought of the snake from the cave, then immediately, you remembered the dream with the snake in the cave. Something in you stirred. Through your conjoined hands, you felt Loki’ magic reciprocate that feeling. A yearning. He looked at you with a devilish smirk, making heat spread in your belly. You almost turned away, face too hot.

Frigga’s chant ended. The lyrical music notes of it lost to your unfamiliar ears. Loki and Thor seemed to recognise some of it. You made it a point to remember to ask one of them about it. Especially since the last line made Loki blush.

“I need something to seal the incantation. Something with magic imbued,” Frigga said, searching the surroundings for anything that could work.

Thor opened his fist and after a few seconds of awkward silence, his hammer came crashing through the walls perpendicular to where he was facing. Rumble rolled to your feet, and Frigga looked at him with the most motherly expression you’d ever seen.

“Will this do?” Thor shrugged and held the hammer above you and Loki’s linked arms.

“Just,” Frigga said as she finished off the incantation. A torrent of light, holding all the colours of the rainbow encircled the spot of union.

Everything was as clear as a summer’s morning. Colour giving life to the room. Magic tingling everywhere.

Frigga cleared her throat, “Marked by magic, and witnessed by a prince of Asgard, do you, Loki, and your betrothed, vow to keep the peace and set aside any grudges and conflicts for one year? Do you vow to share, in confidence, the truth of your thoughts and the full extent of your feelings for one another, whatever they may be, however they might grow?”

“I vow,” he said, openly.

A roucus above the floor alerted you to a group of guards immobilising on your position. Distracted, your head tilted up, as if you could will yourself to see through the stone. Your heart quickened and Frigga nudged you. Thor’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move his hammer an inch.

“Dear, you have to vow,” she brought you back to the present.

“Yes. I vow,” you nodded, trying to stay calm.

Frigga concentrated her magic, her palms coming close. “Then, with these words, I bind you to one another. Bind you in peace. And hope a union will spring from your time together.”

Frigga’s eyebrows drew close together, her hands straining to maintain the magic. A bead of sweat meandered across her temple. And with a grunt, Mjölnir went flying into the wall, a burst of energy exploding out war. Frigga released her grip, panting. “It is done. You are handfasted.”

“Was that supposed to happen?” Thor pointed to the new hole in the wall.

Frigga shook her head, “No. There was…” she regarded you carefully, making sure not to let her face betray whatever she was thinking. “Resistance. It—It’s probably nothing. We’re all tired. We’ve all been through ordeals. It could simply be fatigue.”

You glanced at your tattoo. It had cracks along the artificial ribbon, as if unfinished. The colour of bright emeralds flawed by golden veins. Hints of cerulean in the right lighting. The triquetra, Mjölnir’s symbol, had formed an endless pattern on the ribbon. Easily missed, and of delicate line work. The prick and bristle of the tattoo's magic was bewildering. Sparking with a deeper connection than you could articulate. It wasn’t just the symbol of a bond, but an actual link to both you and Loki.

Loki rushed to his mother’s side, placing a hastened kiss on your forehead beforehand. Thor’s palm called out to Mjölnir and it returned with the sound of thunder rumbling outside. The hoard of guards descending upon you sounded closer. Their voices louder.

“Bit much, don’t you think?” Loki frowned at Thor.

“Subtlety is lost on me,” Thor said.

“Yes, well… you wouldn’t be my brother if it wasn’t.”

Thor and Loki shared a moment. Their bickering giving way to something deeper. Something neither of them would voice aloud anytime soon. It was trust. A different kind of love. Greater than blood.

“We should get out of here,” Thor began spinning his hammer and suddenly a gut-punching realisation hit you.

You yanked on Thor’s bulky arm, “Wait! Where’s Baldrick?”

All three of them looked at you, confused.

“Who?” they asked simultaneously.

~Odin

The child that had come through the portal with Heimdall and Y/N was strange. Odin had brought him to his study and asked him questions.

The boy—Baldrick as he came to introduce himself—possessed knowledge beyond his years. An aura to him, almost ancient, yet also too young, too powerful. Odin had given him a puzzle to solve, one that required intimate knowledge of magic and science. Baldrick had fiddled with the pentagon-shaped object with a blasé expression. He had solved it faster than Odin had when his father had presented him with the same challenge.

“Astounding,” Odin remarked as the boy set the puzzle down. Baldrick busied himself by staring at the books in Odin’s study. He had made it a point not to speak beyond saying his name.

The boy seemed so familiar. A likeness in his small face.

Odin knew he was biding time by trying to figure out how Baldrick’s mind worked, but he was thankful for the distraction. When Loki had pounded at his door, demanding an audience, Baldrick had studied Odin as if he was the old man and Odin was the boy. It was a peculiar feeling.

When Aisling had been the one to knock on his door, hiding her true thoughts behind pleasantries, he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer. A judgement needed to be passed. After all, the Allfather does not lash out on a whim. He’s concise. Calculative. And pragmatic. And he had pushed things too far when he’d sent the Destroyer.

Regret. That’s what had been eating him since Loki fell unconscious. And what had he done once his son awoke? Cowered away. All in the name of protecting his family’s legacy and keeping the truth of his father’s reign buried. It was his curse. His duty. But, at least it hurt less than what he did to Hela. That was a transgression he could never make right, failing as a father.

He left the boy in his study. Odin feared he may have been more perceptive to emotion. And emotion was the last thing he cared to face.

Heimdall was held down by the straining arm of a member of the royal guard. His knees kissing stone. Beside him, Sif and her companions held the same posture; necks refusing to stay weighed down, heads facing Odin with arms tied behind their backs, armour stripped for simple clothing.

“What am I to do with you?” Odin finally spoke. His fingers ghosted over the intricate designs carved into his stave, feeling the schism between each drawn line and folded knot; feeling the obvious divide in his family and peoples. With a sigh, he continued, “Disobedience, theft, evasion and escape. Worst of all, you all knowingly defied the will of your king. One son wasted away in a tower, the other in taverns. And Frigga… My health is barely as it was. What would you have me do? Make an example of you? Show you lenience? Leave you to the mercy of the Destroyer?”

“Do as you wish. I have made my peace with my decisions, and I’d do it all again to ensure my daughter was safe,” Heimdall said.

His voice wasn’t intended to sound defiant, but lately, to Odin’s suspicious ears, everything sounded suspect.

“Safe?” Odin didn’t mean to condescend, but he couldn’t help but laugh. “And can you say the same for everyone in this room? Sif? Volstagg? Hogun? Even you, Fandral? Could you all say that you’d go to the gallows for an outsider? A mortal?”

“Half. Mortal.” Heimdall corrected. A withheld threat somewhere beneath his red-hot glare.

“Now, hold on a minute,” Fandral’s voice fumbled, “that seems an overreaction.”

“Is it not part of our teachings to show benevolence to those that see us as more?” Sif challenged, hurling the guard that held her down over her shoulder. “A mere mortal? You’re the Allfather, the one Midgardians pray to, the one whose story they carve onto mountains. Even if she wasn’t Heimdall’s daughter, it is our duty to protect her, to protect all of them.”

The guard tried to retaliate, but Odin held up his hand, stopping their advances.

“Your notions are young,” Odin said with a sad smile. “I miss seeing the world as simply as you all do, but that is not our reality. And that is why you do not bear the weight of a ruler. I hope none of you do.”

Heimdall watched him closely as he stood to walk closer. Some of that trust they’d built over years of infighting and war was still there, despite them both trying to act otherwise. Bonds of war and patricide were hard to shake.

“Are you still willing to risk everything to keep this fragile peace? This lie?” Heimdall asked. When Odin did not give an answer, Heimdall lamented to himself, “So, this is how it is then.”

“I must pass judgement now. Chaos cannot stand,” Odin quieted the room with a strike of his stave. The room grew very still. Then, Thor’s hammer burst through the door, causing a commotion.

Odin’s breath was stolen away when he saw Frigga stride in a few paces behind their son. And his heart stopped entirely when he saw the tell-tale ribbon tattoo shared between Loki and Y/N.

To his surprise, he was relieved.

“No judgement shall be passed today!” Frigga announced. “No judgement shall be passed until the year is over.” She walked over to pull attention to Loki and Y/N’s matching tattoos. “They are handfasted, and the rules of the old ways are clear. Y/N and her Father, being both of the Vanir, both of my homeworld, cannot be harmed. Nor can they be tried by the king of another realm. Especially since it is your son who is handfasted.”

Odin smiled, and everyone in the room was shocked by his response, “The old ways are sacred, and so, I accept your conditions.” His smile grew wider, “My Queen.”

Frigga walked over to his side easily.

He struck his stave once more and gestured for the guards to stand down. Y/N rushed to Heimdall’s side helping him up, while Sif and Thor and the Warriors Three had their own little reunion.

Yes, he thought to himself. This is a far better outcome.

“Mark today as the start of a passive year. A year of peace,” he decreed.

“Where’s Baldrick?” Y/N demanded, a protective scowl on her face.

Curious, he thought. That they’d form such a bond in such small time. The boy obviously had a way of influencing those around him. Albeit, passively.

Odin was about to answer when the boy shimmered into the room as if summoned, a favourite of Loki’s tricks. Loki stared at the boy, noticing the same thing.

“I am here,” Baldrick said. Y/N took large strides to his side and offered her hand to him. Baldrick walked to the other side, accepting the arm that wasn’t marked by the tattoo instead.

“Well, that was rather unpleasant,” Volstagg stretched, his stomach growling deeply. “How about some good, old fashioned merriment and song tonight?”

“Aye! I have a bone to pick with you all for abandoning me in a tavern to go off on your own adventure,” Thor pouted.

Sif ribbed his arm casually, “You were brooding. You’re utterly useless when you brood.”

“I am not!” he refuted.

“You are too,” Fandral and Loki said simultaneously.

Hogun patted Thor’s back, a teasing smirk on his lips, “Wait until you hear of the snake made of stone.”

Frigga walked over to Loki’s side, whispering something in his ear. He adjusted his collar as if he couldn’t breathe. His gaze fell on Y/N as he strode purposefully to her side. But before he could reach her, Heimdall blocked his path, imposing and large as he looked down at him with a set jaw.

“You and I have much to discuss,” Heimdall glanced at the handfasting tattoo with disapproval. “But,” he sighed, letting his body shrink lower, “it can wait till the morning, I suppose. Your father and I have much to sort through.” He turned to Odin and they both nodded in agreement.

Loki heaved a sigh when Heimdall turned his back. Y/N and Loki shared a secret laugh--the kind Odin had shared with Frigga in youth--before he got on his knee and extended his hand to the small boy.

“I’m Loki,” he said. “I take it, you’re Baldrick?”

Heimdall came to stand close to Odin, arms folded. “Where do we go from here?”

Odin sat back on his throne, his bones aching. “We let them savour their youth.”

“And what happens once the year is done?”

Odin eyes the dispersing crowd, unsure of how to answer that question.

To be continued...

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kingarise · 3 years

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The Wolf and Her Human Pup

I think its finally time to talk about Sif and Lucette’s relationship. Prepare for wholesomeness.

-Sif was the one who found Lucette in the forest when she was 7. As Lucette was injured and just barely coming back to consciousness, she laid down next to her and howled for Artorias. When the giant knight appeared, Lucette, already frightened and confused, started to cry from fear. It was only when Sif shown her that Artorias was safe and meant no harm that Lucette allowed to come near her.

-Before she began to trust Artorias, Lucette trusted Sif first. When walking, she would stay on one side of Sif, keeping her between herself and Artorias. At night, she would curl up near Sif. Admittedly, this wasn’t a good arrangement because anytime Sif stiffened up in alert, it would startle Lucette awake and she would end up getting little sleep. Very unhealthy.

-After a while of traveling together, Lucette started to put more and more trust in Artorias. And alongside that, her faith in Sif also increased. Due to her small size, she would sometimes ride on Sif whenever she got tired while walking and would play with her in rivers and streams.

-Whenever the group passed through towns, Sif, as instructed by Artorias, kept close to Lucette and steered her away from unsafe areas. Lucette made sure to never stray far from Sif. Any suspicious person that drew too near were quickly warned away with a deep growl.

-When they arrived in Anor Londo, Lucette held onto Sif’s fur as they walked through the palace, into the throne room. Sif served as a source of comfort and gave Lucette a sense of protection and familiarity in the strange unfamiliar place during a very uncomfortable moment. When she was introduced to the entire court as Artorias’ daughter, the increased tension in the room caused Sif to go into alert mode and growl softly, daring anyone to try to hurt her. This made it clear that Artorias meant what he said and said what he meant.

- Sif is Lucette’s unofficial babysitter when Artorias is away or just not around to keep an eye on her. And she is perfect for the job. If Lucette is hungry, she’ll quickly make her way to the kitchens and return with something for Lucette to eat. As a thank you, Lucette usually shares half of her meal with her (if its safe for wolves). It quickly became commonplace for servants and courtiers to see the two sitting in a spot around the castle, sharing a meal.

-To add onto the reason why Sif is the perfect babysitter, she, just like her master, is very protective of Lucette. Anyone that dares to raise a hand against her will receive teeth and claws. This especially applies when Lucette is pregnant. Depending on Lucette’s mood and your relationship status with her, Sif will growl at you if you try to touch her stomach.

-Speaking of pregnancy, Sif gets Auntie status.

-During the suitor ritual, Sif sits nexts to Artorias and adds to his intimidation factor. If she senses ill intentions, she will growl in warning. Once, one of the suitors who refused to kneel for Artorias’ blessing for marriage, dared to speak ill of Lucette in front of him. With just a split second of eye contact from Artorias, Sif mauled him.

-When she was first introduced to Koray, as Lucette’s bf, she was wary at first, as not many of Lucette’s lovers liked Sif. Most feared her. Koray, though nervous, did not. He knew from the stories Lucette told him, that Sif was very intelligent and could sniff out lies. So respectfully, he greeted her as he would another person, bowing to her and, much to Lucette’s surprise, crouching down to let her sniff his face. Both were very relieved when Sif licked his face, approving him.

-When the two got married, Sif was the ring bearer. And Lucette made sure to save a dance with her. And Lucette makes a flower for her to wear for the special occasion.

-Whenever Lucette’s children are born, Sif always sniffs and licks them as a greeting to the world. Sif is very protective of all the babies and will not hesitate to maul anyone who tries to hurt or take them. Try it. She dares you. Let’s see how fast you can run from a wolf.

#Head canon #Dadverse #great grey wolf sif #Sif is an important family member and is loved very much #She is extremely important to Lucette and Lucette always includes her in family moments #And if ANYONE has a problem with it #You either answer to Lucette's fists or Artorias #Dark Souls

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years

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So if you've seen AOS, you've seen Whitehall/Werner Reinhardt who tore apart a woman Peggy saved to turn himself young. I propose the AU image where he kidnaps and deages a 93 year old Peggy because it's no fun gloating to/winning over an old lady, and the Avengers show up in time to help her kick his ass. Peggy who was 93 and is now outraged to be like 22 again so she matches the age she screwed Werner over.

holy shit this is 1.3k words??? nonny what did you do to me

I don’t think Peggy saved her but I could be wrong? I don't’ remember the seasons well. I binged all 6 seasons in 2 months to get ready for S7. So my brain was friiiied. Also I apologize for not getting right back to you, long day.

Something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Steve never thought he would be begging the images on the monitor to be wrong before but here he was.

He tried to ignore apparently a not-dead Coulson and Agent May’s looks. His hand gripped the shield tightly and tried to steady his breathing, his eyes never pulling from the screen until Fitz had switched it off.

“Captain Ro-“ Coulson began, a limit timid.

“Steve.”

“Steve. I know what you’re thinking, what you want to happen but we’ve been over these images a hundred times, and a hundred times more with the best people we have at our disposal, these images are real.”

“They can’t be!” Steve wasn’t aware of the anger rising in him until he was clenching his fist, looking between the two head agents.

“And why the hell not?” May asked, giving Steve a firm look. “I think you out of all people should know the mysterious circumstances of things and how the world works. We wouldn’t have called you here if we didn’t think they were real, Captain Rogers.”

Steve didn’t correct her, honestly, he didn’t even hear her. All he felt was the pain of his fist going through Coulson’s wooden desk. They ignored the fluttering of files and clutter of items collapsing to the floor. His knuckles were most likely broken but at this point, the pain was a welcome distraction.

“Because there’s no way in hell Peggy would agree under any circumstances to work with that bastard. She put him away for good! I read her records, we all have. She wouldn’t use him to-to deage. That’s not Peggy.”

“People change,” Hunter mused, shrugging his shoulders. Steve hadn’t even seen the man come in, his hands held up when Steve whirled on him and took three strides closer. There was a good foot height difference between them. “She’s dying and when people start to go, they get desperate. Look, Cap no ones blaming her if she did but the evidence says she’s working for Whitehall and if that’s so, then-“

Steve’s hand closed around Hunter’s neck before he could stop himself, seeing nothing but red. He didn’t choke the man or lift him from the floor, much as he wanted to. He just stared straight into his eyes, aware that May had pulled her gun on him.

“If you’re saying that Hunter, then you never truly knew Peggy. You have no damn idea what the hell she and I have been through during that war so you can sit here and serve Shield and not Schmidt. What the hell the both of I have lost. Agent Carter is a better person than I will ever be. She has morals and ideas that I can never match.”

Coulson’s hand laid over May’s arm, giving a shake of his head. They watched Steve stalk out of the room, the other agents scurrying out of the way.

“What the hell was that for?” Hunter groaned, rubbing at his neck.

“You perfectly insulted his ex-fiance,” Coulson replied, picking up the model of Lola from the floor. “If you ask me, Cap let you off easy.”

Clint and Natasha were not happy to have been lied to. Tony says he wasn’t surprised, Bruce was just more relieved than any of them. Thor said in a sheepish tone that he already knew thanks to Lady Sif, then came another whole term of arguments between them until things settled. And for the most part, Steve sat away from them, listening to the debate about Coulson and the very fact Peggy Carter was not only alive but young and working with Hydra.

“That’s not her,” Steve muttered to Natasha when she sat beside him, throwing her feet up on the table.

“I know.” Simply put. She knew.

“That can’t be her. Peggy would rather die than work with Hydra. Not Whitehall, not of all people. She-she can’t.”

“Regardless of the story, Steve, we’ll understand it. Fully.”

It was two full days later before Fitz was able to determine a location based on the photos. An underground base through a history of ownership dated back to Schmidt. That makes sense. Just hearing that name made Steve’s blood boil. He could barely listen to Coulson and his plan. All he could think of was Peggy and what the hell Whitehall could be doing to her.

The plan was quickly forgotten about when Steve heard Peggy’s whimpering pain. He threw his shoulder into the door, holding his shield tightly in his hand.

There she was, just as the photos had dictated. Laid out on a gurney, strapped down with blood pumping through her system.

This wasn’t the same Peggy as before. She was younger, much younger and despite the lack of gray hair and wrinkles, her eyes were just as sharp. They fell to Steve and she gritted her teeth, tugging on the bonds.

“Take another step towards me, soldier and you’ll find the reason Whitehall strapped me here.” Steve couldn’t help but to smirk at Peggy’s smart comment. That was her. “Who are you and why in the hell are you wearing Captain Rogers’ face?”

“Peggy, it’s me,” Steve said slowly, calmly, not letting go of the Shield. “It’s you. God, its really you.” He was trying not to cry, to be sedimental but he couldn’t. Tears burned in his eyes as he reached slowly to pull out his dented dog tags.

“Cap, we gotta go,” Tony warned.

She gritted her teeth, that machine, whatever the hell it was, was causing her pain. He couldn’t destroy it, couldn’t get near it without hurting her. “F-fine!” She snapped. “Prove to me you’re Captain Rogers then. Tell me one thing only he would know.”

“July 4th,” Steve said simply, knowing he wasn’t helping Peggy believe him. “1944. You went out of your way to buy me a birthday cake from a lady in town. It was…terrible. God, it was terrible. It tasted like charcoal. Seeing you take a bite, you almost spat it back out but I choked it down for both our sakes because you went through so much trouble.” He paused, trying to think if it was enough. And in the off chance.

“You got sick one winter. Really sick, to the point Phillips considered sending you back to London so you could see a real doctor, not be in the midst of the cold weather. You refused. You were delirious with a fever and so cold. He let me take you to a room you rented and take care of you. I had to nurse you back to health with my ma’s recipes and limited cooking skills. That’s the first time you told me you loved me.”

There it was, that look in her eyes. She believed him without saying a word. Steve rushed forward and undid the needles from her arm, being careful not to tear a vein. “Later,” Peggy whispered to Steve’s worried looks as he picked her up and threw her on his back, leaving his hands free for the shield. “How did you find me?”

“Sleepy and Dopey,” Steve mused despite Peggy’s confused look thrown at the back of his head. “Coulson, Stark?”

“Come on!” The shouting order from Clint and Bobbi at the end of the hall lead Steve to run straight to them. One ahead, one behind is how they made it to ground level and just in time for the warehouse to collapse in on itself, causing a giant sinkhole right in the middle of a large field in God knows where in this arctic.

Coulson shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around Peggy’s shoulders, letting Mack and Hunter take her straight to the Quin Jet. “Director Carter,” he mused with a polite smile, turning to look at Steve. “We’ll have to keep her for questioning. Make sure –“

“I’m staying,” Steve said firmly, daring the man to say otherwise.

Instead, Coulson smiled and patted Steve’s arm. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Agents of Shield #S2 #I love this so much honestly #thanks nonny #Steggy Prompt #Nonny prompt

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lokitrashfan · 4 years

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ADDICTED

Warnings: A lot of Angst, death and suicide mentions, Sexual assault, addictions. Maybe a tiny bit of fluff if you squint your eyes.

Summary: Reader has a rough life, Loki hates you for your relationship with Frigga and tortures you. A spiral of drinking, sadness and depression until Loki saves you from a horrible man.

Pairings: Loki x reader

Words: 2755

A/N: I had an idea about jealous Loki, but once I started writing it turned out super sad. I really want to know if you like it. If you see any grammar mistakes please tell me!!

Your mom was almost like Frigga's sister. They grew up together, raised by witches. When Frigga became Queen of Asgard, she wanted your mother by her side. She was her best friend. When your mother got pregnant the first person to know it was Frigga. Even before your father knew it.

Your father died fighting for Odin against the Jotuns before you were born. Actually you were born four months after Odin brought a baby to Asgard.

Even with a new son to take care of, Frigga was with your mother when she gave birth. Your mother was scared as her health was fragile after giving birth, and Frigga offered her to move with you to the palace so she could have help raising you and the best healers in Asgard to attend her.

Frigga became your godmother, she liked helping your mother, she helped her teaching you magic and manners. She also liked being around you as she always had wanted a girl, but she only had two little troublemakers.

As you grew up, you continued learning with your mother, she was a good teacher, but she became more and more fragile, so you started learning alongside the princes.

Thor was always happy to see you, he was friendly and knew his mother loved you dearly, so he was very kind to you. Loki on the other side was horribly jealous of you and the attention you received from Frigga. He thought that you had no right to be with his mother.

You were intelligent and liked reading and learning. Astronomy was your favourite. The only thing you were falling behind was in magic. Your mother wasn’t in good shape to teach you anymore. She had given you the basics, now you had to learn and improve by yourself. Practise and books.

Days before you celebrated your thirteen birthday, your mother died. From that day you became angrier. You were angry for losing your mother, for her health problems… You were angry to Odin and his battles, to the healers that hadn’t helped your mother enough, to Thor for being too friendly and happy, and to Loki for being an idiot to you and always degrading you.

The only one you felt comfortable with was Frigga. She was the only one that seemed to understand your sorrow. She became like a mother to you. Not just because she was responsible of you, now that your family was gone, but also because she took care of your education. Scolding you when you misbehaved or didn’t attend to class.

She tried to teach you magic, but Loki could not tolerate it. So she counted on you learning by yourself.

Centuries passed and you became more and more distanced from Frigga. In front of her you were a perfect young Lady, studious, intelligent, educated, and strong. But tryed to be as far as you could from her.

At 15, you were invited to your first royal ball. Frigga got you a beautiful yellow dress. It was her dress, and she had it tailored for you. It was a beautiful long silk dress. It flowed around you every time you moved.

At the ball, Frigga told you that you had become a beautiful young woman, and that your mother would be very proud of you. That made you feel embarrassed, knowing how you were trying to distance yourself from her.

The palace was full of people you didn't know, it was a little bit suffocating as you were almost always alone. After the feast you escaped and went to the library before going to your chambers.

Loki was there as he wasn’t a fan of balls, either.

“Souldn’t you be with the nobles, trying to win their favours?” he said, you couldn’t tell if that was really what he thought or if he just wanted to insult you.

“Loki… I’m not in the mood for your insults” You were tired and a bit sad, thinking of all the things your mother missed about your life.

“That is my mothers’ dress. You steal now too?” He was being a jerk and he knew it.

“She gifted it to me. She thinks it is suitable for a young lady” That would hurt him. He was really jealous of his mother thinking you were perfect.

“Maybe she said that, but on you it doesn’t look good. Young lady… sure, more like young whore. Maybe if you move your ass enough you can find some stupid noble to pay for your services and then you can stop using my mother.” He was really angry. Some other day you would just ignore it, but today he went too far. You loved Frigga too and it angered you that he said that you were using her.

“You are just jealous that your mother finds in me better that you could never be. It’s you who doesn’t deserve to be her son.” That was a low hit and you knew it, but maybe it was what he needed to leave you alone.

“Sorry for you” he said, enraged “She is only sorry for you. Even your mother would be ashamed of what you have became. She should have aborted, then she would still be alive. You were the end of her”.

That was too much. It was cruel and he knew it. He had respect for your mother and would never insult her, but this was all about you being not enough for anybody. Those words made you leave the library without thinking it twice. A fire had been roaring on your inside since your mother died, but now it was burning you from inside. It was consuming. You felt pain in your heart. You knew that Loki only said those things to hurt you and make you angry, but this time he went too far. He said exactly what you had been thinking for years.

From that moment the fire never exhausted. It was always burning, making you feel worthless. You entered a spiral of sorrow and pain.

The words Loki said that night became burned in your brain for years. The only relieve you found was when you were intoxicated. And you started drinking a lot.

Thor and you distanced after your first ball, he was too happy and optimistic for you. Loki seemed to regret what he said to you for a moment, but then he saw how distant you and Frigga had became that he didn’t say a word.

Years passed and you went from a intelligent young lady to a hot mess. You hid everything wrong to Frigga, even if she could tell something was wrong with you, she didn’t know everything that passed through your mind. You stoped talking to her, only talking when needed.

At 25 you were a total mess. You drank too much alone in your room. Everynight. At royal balls you had too many drinks. You went to parties and flirted with everybody just to feel a little loved.

You were depressed and suicidal. The only reason you hadn’t killed yourself yet was fear. You weren’t brave enough to end your life. And that made you feel even worse.

Tonight you had been invited to another royal ball. Frigga still wanted to take care of you. And wanted you to be part of her world. Now that you had grown up you looked just like your mother, and she wasn’t ready to let you go.

You found the invitation in your chambers next to a beautiful deep green dress. She had wrote the invitation herself. She really wanted you there. You hadn’t went to the last five parties she had invited you. But this time you would attend. Something inside you didn’t want to disappoint Frigga again.

The dress fit you perfectly. The satin reflected the light beautifully. It had gold chains in the back that dropped at different levels. It was backless so it accentuated your curves. You put your hair in soft waves, and finished your makeup with bold red lips.

The ball was full of people, all nobles, a lot from different realms. You wanted to stay sober tonight, but it was hard. There was alcohol everywhere.

“Y/N!” Thor said approaching you. “It’s been a long time since the last time you came to a ball” He seemed genuinely happy that you were there. He was with Lady Sif and Volstagg.

“I felt like socialising today” you said jokingly.

“I’m happy you are here. You have to try the mead, it is delicious” He offered me a cup from a nearby table.

You just smiled and took the cup from his hand. He continued talking to his friends trying to include you, but you didn’t even listen to him. Five minutes after you walked away. You still had the mead, so you took a sip, it couldn’t hurt.

After three more cups you started to feel tipsy. You tried to get as far as you could from the alcohol.

Frigga looked at you from the other side of the room, she was happy that you had appeared and that you looked sober. She knew about your drinking problem, but keep it secret while trying to keep the alcohol as far of you as she could. You saw her staring at you and she smiled. It felt good to see her like this. Loki saw it and his jealousy came again.

The next thing you saw was him coming to you.

“Beautiful dress” He said “My mother really wanted you here” He was different, something about the way he talked to you. He was more gentle. “She really loves you. Just try to not hurt her”. In that moment you realised he knew something. Frigga had told him your secret.

“Thank you Loki. I would never do anything to hurt or disappoint your mother. She is always really kind with me” You felt weird. You and Loki had never had a cordial talk like this.

You walked away and felt his eyes on you.

What you didn’t know is that Frigga had asked Loki to keep an eye on you for the evening.

Hours passed and you drank two cups of wine. You were halfway to being drunk. You really tried but it was difficult.

You felt a looking you. You had never seen him before. The way he looked to you creeped you out. You moved and his eyes followed you. He came directly towards you and put his hand in your ass.

“I didn’t know whores could come to the balls” He said to your ear. “You can come with me to the garden and suck my dick.” He grabbed my ass and tried to kiss me.

“Get off, I not a whore you idiot”.

“Don’t you talk to me like this whore”. He was angry and clearly drunk. He grabbed my arm and tried to drag me outside. He was stronger than me and in a moment we were outside. He was hurting me.

He grabbed my dress and and tried to pull it off. “Come on bitch, I don’t like waiting”

He broke the dress exposing my breasts. I tried to get away but he was stronger. I was scared of what he was going to do with me.

Suddenly somebody grabbed him and threw him to the floor. The man dragged me with him. you were in shock. Loki punched him two times and left him bleeding on the floor before carrying me inside.

He carried me carefully to his room. Tears were running down my face as I realised what had just happened. I was holding the dress to keep myself covered, but it was totally destroyed. Loki lent me some of his clothes to change in. He seemed really angry. My knees were bleeding a little from the fall, but what hurt me was thinking that I deserved it. I acted like a whore and now somebody thought I was one.

I cried as Loki took care of my knees.

“I’m sorry, I deserved it” I said in between sobs.

“No, you didn’t” He said “You didn’t deserve anything of what happened to you” He was angry. Really angry. “This is my fault, Frigga asked me to take care of you months ago and I failed her.”

“What?” you were full of questions with no answer.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry for what I said years ago. I was jealous of your relationship with my mother. You were the daughter she never had. I was angry and took it on you” he was sad and angry. “I was stupid and reckless. And I feel like this is my fault. You started drinking after that night”

“It was not your fault, you just said out loud what I had been thinking for years, and you were right. I’m not enough for Frigga, I was not enough for my mother. it is my fault that she is dead. I should have never been born. I’m not even brave enough to kill myself”

You had never been so sincere to anybody ever. But right now you were at your lowest point, you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to get it off your chest.

“Y/N… How long had you been feeling like this? You need help.” He looked really worried. But maybe it was only because of Frigga. “I could help you… If you want of course. I know that I have been horrible to you, but since you stopped talking to me, I started to regret every word I had ever said to you. I even missed you. I missed seeing you around. I saw you only from the distance, I saw how you were hurting, and I could have helped you, but I wasn’t worthy of your time. How could I look you in the eyes when I had been so mean? Now I can only beg for forgiveness.”

You saw in his eyes that he was really sorry. The way he spoke reminded you of Frigga. And you couldn’t say no to that eyes. He looked so innocent. How could you be mad if he had just saved you?

“Loki… I- I’m not mad at you… I’m mad at myself. I failed everyone.” Tears were falling of your eyes. He held your hands softly. You started to shake. “I just wanted to be better, but failed. My family is dead because of me.”

He hugged you tightly. He held you close until you calmed. You were in his bed and before you knew it you were falling asleep. He covered you with a blanked and left your side.

“No.. please, I don’t want to be alone” You reached for him. You just wanted to someone to hold you.

“Okay, I’ll stay with you for as long as you want. I will stay by your side and protect you. I will help you to get better. I promise” He kissed the top of your head.

“I thought you hated me, I thought you could not see me…”

“I never really hated you, I was just jealous as I said before. Four years ago I discovered myself longing for you, but still ashamed of my behaviour with you. I have feelings for you. I don’t know what it is, but I feel something… When I saw that man attacking you I lost my mind. I felt responsible, I should have been with you. I should have been better for you”

“Loki… I don’t know what to say, I’m so confused.”

“Don’t say anything, just sleep. I will be here in the morning, I promise”

You closed your eyes and thought of what had happened, the man attacking you, Loki saving you, taking care of you and confessing he felt something for you. The way he treated you tonight made you think that maybe he was a different man. He was attractive too, you could not deny it. But you didn’t know if you were ready to feel something for him, or for anyone really. You were fucked up.

“I will be there love, I will be your friend if you want.” He was talking to you thinking you were totally asleep “I will wait for you until you are ready. I will always love you”

That night you slept better than ever.

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