#mcu Asgard

[xenocorner]

Here's the concept for one of my Strange AUs :D This has been sitting on my WIPs for months now, and today I finally decided to get it out :']

Info dump of this AU ahead for anyone interested, because I need to get it out of my system orz close ups below too

In this a AU, Stephen is raised in Asgard after his home planet (not Earth) is destroyed during a terrible war. Here, Donna is his older sister instead, and she was one of the soldiers who fought and died in said war (the sword he carries was hers).

He was taken in by the Asgardian army when he was around 6, and was raised collectively by them as part of the ranks. He is trained as a swordsman and excels at it.

He meets both Thor and Loki at that young age, and he develops a very close friendship with Loki, both of them growing up together and getting in all kinds of trouble (although Stephen was usually the one to get them out of it). But not all is fun and games with this two, as Stephen also becomes the person Loki confides the most in and viceversa. As they grow, this often leads to Odin sending Stephen to look for Loki whenever the god disappears after a family fight.

He becomes one of the best swordsmen in the 9 realms, and takes command of the Asgardian army when his mentor, the Ancient One (a commander in this AU) dies in battle.

During a battle in which he was perhaps too careless and cocky, he is gravely injured and his hands are irreparably damaged, leaving him unable to wield a sword.

Stephen has incredibly deep self worth issues, and since he isn't Asgardian by birth and also feels incredible debt to Asgard for taking him in when he was all alone, he is always trying to prove himself of his worth to be called Asgardian. So when he is left useless as a swordsman, he goes into a really dark place. This leads him to study magic instead, trying to still be of use to the throne and able to protect Asgard. He pulls through, and with a similar journey of the MCU Stephen, becomes one of the most proficient sorcerers of Asgard. That along with his previously good reputation with Odin grants him the position of Head Sorcerer in the court.

Unfortunately, this comes at the cost of distancing himself from Loki, being too focused on proving himself since the loss of his hand function. Of course, the god is resentful of this. They go through some shit to salvage the friendship and maybe even make it evolve into something more, but I won't go into that now as this lore dump rambling is already way too long lmao.

Also, he may or may not be part of a race that uses music as magic to affect the world around them too, but that's just deeper lore stuff 👀

Close ups to the head shots because I just adore how much softer and elegant he looks with the wavy hair, tiara thing and earring orz I want to do a better render of him like this so bad-

Plus the full body on its own too :] I would've loved to polish it more but I've got more stuff to do and just needed to get it out of my WIPs already o(-(

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The MCU depowers a lot of heroes and villains, but I don't think anyone has had it worse than Thor. And when I say depowered, I don't mean he's slightly weaker or his lightning is weaker, they got rid of all his funky hammer stuff! Like in the Avengers when he spun his hammer so fast he teleported the Avengers, Black Knight and the Melter into an alternate dimension:

Or how about when Jane Foster was dying and Thor couldn't save her in time, so he spun Mjolnir so fast time stopped:

Or! How about when he beat the Absorbing Man by spinning Mjolnir so fast he fused hydrogen atoms into helium atoms!!

If this was enough to transform Absorbing Man, but the air wasn't enough to turn him into nitrogen, that would mean Thor had to make more helium atoms than nitrogen atoms around Absorbing Man. If he was surrounded by 10 moles of air (a pretty small estimate), Thor would need to make around 8 moles of helium, causing an explosion releasing 2.88x10^12 KJ of energy to be released. This is about 688,336.5 tons of TNT. That's a pretty big explosion. But don't worry! Thor can survive it!

He lets the US Military test nuclear bombs on him sometimes. For fun I guess.

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Loki's Forever {Flashback Memory}{Part One}

{Two weeks before}

Odin Odinson, the King of Asgard, was hosting a birthday party that evening for Y/n because, even though you were not related to the family, Y/n had been part of many royal duties and business through Frigga who had grown quite fond of you. Y/n was also close friends with both Thor and Loki and often hung around with them until Odin decided to give Y/n a place within the castle. Soon you became part of the family since you were often there and around, Odin and Frigga started looking at you as part of the family, while Loki and Thor thought very different things about you. To celebrate a year of you being part of their family, they wanted to host a party for you inviting many if not all of those in Asgard to come.

(16+) = Aggressiveness, jealousy, more physical touch.

(No smut,)

Loki's POV:

Loki had finished getting himself ready even though there wasn't much for him to do, his father wanted him in his usual green-laced Asgardian leather, he smoothed his hair back so it looked decent instead of it dangling around, messy as he usually leaves it. Loki had gotten Y/n a small gift, a small bouquet of white flowers on a band that would go around their wrist if they accepted it. Loki was worried that you wouldn't. Loki put the bracelet back into the small box it had come in and held it in his hands as he left his room and made his way to where the guests had already started to arrive.

Loki walked into the hall that had been decorated by strings of lights that hung all around the ceiling. To the right there was a seating area where people could sit down and chat and a bar set up, knowing that Asgardians loved to drink. To the left, they had set up a huge table with food spread all over it, mixes of sweets and meats and anything that anyone could want.

As Loki made his way over to the bar, he sat himself down leaning against the counter, he looked down at the box and slowly twisted it around, he was nervous, a God is never nervous, some part of his hated the fact that he was nervous over the of seeing Y/n dressed up, part of him also enjoyed it.

"Ah, Brother!" Loki heard a deep voice from behind him, along with a slap on his back next. "I see you got Y/n a gift?" Thor asked, walking around the bar and sitting on the stool next to him.

"You may be right... you may be wrong." Loki slightly frowned, closing his hands around the box.

"No worries Brother, nothing to be ashamed of," Thor says with a small smirk. "Unless of course, Y/n chooses someone else." He said with a chuckle and walked away from Loki.

Loki slightly gritted his teeth, he did like anything about what Thor had just said, knowing that he would be competitive when it comes to Y/n and that's what he was afraid of.

Y/n POV:

After a long few hours of getting ready, Y/n finally looked at your reflection in the mirror. You had taken the whole morning to shower, pick out the perfect dress and figure out with your maids what to do with your hair.

A few hours later you finally settled down on a beautiful emerald green dress, you sat down in front of a small mirror while the maids figured out what to do with your hair. They decided to put your hair up in a low bun and put a few strains of flowers along it.

"What do you think?" Gina asked, walking up slowly behind you as you looked in the mirror.

"Oh! Gina, I think it's perfect!" you explain with a smile on your face. "I don't think I've ever looked so..."

"Beautiful?" A small voice came from the door of your room as someone walked in. "Oh wow." Frigga smiled as she walked over to you and Gina.

"I couldn't have done it with Gina's help," Y/n said, giving Gina a warm hug in thanks.

"Your work here has served you well Gina." Frigga smiled, "If I may have a word with Y/n before we head to the party?" she asked, looking towards Gina.

"Of course, ma'am," Gina replied with a smile. She gave a small bow and quietly grabbed the things she had brought with her and left the room.

"Is there something wrong?" Y/n asks with a little concern in her voice.

"No, nothing at all." Frigga says, "I just wanted to check up on you, and see how you were feeling." She says standing up and moving to the other side of Y/n looking at their reflection in the mirror.

"To be honest, I do feel a little nervous." Y/n says, "But I think everything will work out fine." you say with a smile.

Frigga smiles, "Everyone is always nervous going to parties like these, especially if it's meant for you." she says, slightly squeezing your shoulder. "Have you decided who you're going to dance with yet?" She asked, curious.

"I have to pick someone to dance with?" You asked. You knew there would be dancing but you didn't think you'd have to choose. "I-I don't know... I didn't really think about it," you said looking at Frigga.

Based on your feelings you knew you wanted to dance with Loki... but you also knew that there was a chance that Thor would also ask you to dance. You really didn't know how to feel or what would happen.

Frigga moved and walked over to the door. "No worries, let's not worry about that at the moment," she says with a smile.

Y/n looked in the mirror again and smiled. "Whatever happens will happen. It's time for a little fun." You said walking over and linking arms with Frigga, who smiled at you.

Y/n felt proud as you and Frigga made your way down to the Hall.

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When you accidentally type loli instead of loki into the search bar on tumblr

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i want to point out as an Icelander that the language loki’s singing in is possibly Norwegian

because i only understood a few words and heard “og syng nå kom du hjem“ witch means from what i can tell “and sing now as u come home”

i find it so flattering that they let Loki sing in a nordic language cause that’s EXACTLY what i’ve been waiting for

even though i would have loved it more if it was Icelandic because that is the oldest nordic language and would make more sense to be the Asgardians 2nd language , i release it would be a way to hard for actors to learn or pronounce it so i’m still glad that it is still Norwegian

EDIT

from @looknorth a proper translation of the song has been given

“In storm-blackened mountains, I wander alone

Over glaciers I make my way

In the apple orchard stands the maiden fair and sings, "when will you come home?"

[shironezuninja]

Good thing that it doesn’t matter to me that I never finished watching the first Thor movie. Amazing Spidey game and AG Spidey movies weren’t around in 2011.

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thor odinson + being in a romantic relationship on asgard moodboard

[musclesandhammering]

On Loki’s “Adoption”

It’s great that the majority of Loki fans agree that Odin was a dick, but it also pains me that so many of them don’t seem to grasp how much of a dick he was.

People always talk about Loki finding out about his heritage in terms like “He was raised to hate the frost giants so when he found out he was one, it fucked him up. Odin should’ve told him he was adopted and stopped the anti-jotun propaganda.” Which?… Ok, yeah. Definitely. But that whole statement is just hugely sugar-coated. Allow me to explain.

First of all, he wasn’t “adopted”. No matter what Odin’s motivations were, Loki’s biological parents weren’t there at the exact moment Odin found him, so there’s no way Odin could’ve known without a doubt that Loki had been abandoned. So here’s a child whose parents are still alive, are still in the same realm, and haven’t directly stated that they don’t want him… and Odin took him anyway. Just… based on his own assumptions, without consulting the baby’s literal parents who are literally right there, Odin just grabs a baby and runs. ..That’s called kidnapping, good sir. It’s a war crime. You know, like all the other war crimes he’d just got done committing like 10 minutes prior. Loki was not a child adopted from another realm, he was a spoil of war. “Another stolen relic” indeed.

Now, let’s move on from that. We know damn well Odin did not take Loki because he felt compassion for him. Even Loki knew that was bs as soon as he heard it, and Odin even admitted that he had ulterior motives. After all, after murdering a large chunk of their population, Loki couldn’t possibly have been the first child left in dire conditions that Odin came across. So why, out of all those poor jotun babies, did Odin only choose to help the king’s son? What a coinky-dink. No, Odin had a scheme going on, and if there’s any truth to what he said in the Vault, his intention was to use Loki to force a permanent alliance between Asgard and Jotunheim. Considering that I don’t think Odin’s demented enough to try to make Loki marry one of his biological family members, that leaves only a few options. Either 1.) he was going to implant Loki on the throne of Jotunheim as a puppet king 2.) he was simply going to announce to Loki and the jotuns alike that he was one of them and try to use that as leverage to forge ties 3.) he was going to use young!Loki as a hostage to broker peace with Laufey. I personally think option 1 is the most likely, but all of them have a few things in common: they’re gross, colonialist schemes that manipulate and abuse both the jotuns in Jotunheim and the jotun in Asgard by grooming him to hate his own kind and then eventually using that hatred to convince him to act as Odin’s tool toward finally conquering them in full. Pure malicious manipulation intended to cripple both the frost giants and Loki himself, all so that Odin could expand his empire and get back at an old enemy that had the gall to resist him.

All of this is not even to mention the practical disadvantage Odin put Loki at just by bringing him into Asgard. He’s not just a different race, he is a different species. First off, Odin violated his bodily autonomy hugely by changing his skin as an infant. Even with him doing that, though, it’s highly likely that at least some of Loki’s natural biological differences would’ve come into play, like, eventually. Asgard is way warmer than Jotunheim- and we know jotuns are fundamentally creatures of ice anyway- so how uncomfortable could the Asgardian climate have been for Loki? Jotuns probably have vastly different diets than Asgardians- the fact that Laufey had sharp teeth in Thor 1 makes me think they probably eat a lot more meat- so did Odin cater to a Loki’s dietary needs specifically? I doubt it. We know Loki never got much bigger, but what if he had? Did Odin have a plan at all for how to deal with that? Not to mention just the shear level of otherness Loki would’ve felt, even if just subconsciously.

So, on top of finding out that he is the thing he was taught to hate and that his parents aren’t his biological parents and that said adoptive parents have in fact been lying to him his entire life… he also has to deal with the fact that he was kidnapped as a war trophy, and that the man he’s been calling father actually decimated his home world and his native people before taking him, and that he has a family out there that he knew nothing about (they might’ve discarded him as Odin said or maybe Odin lied and they loved him, how is Loki supposed to know?), and that his family allowed him to be exposed to all the anti-jotun sentiments intentionally when he was growing up possibly to further indoctrinate him against his own race, and that he was never even in the running for the asgardian throne but his dad told him he was anyway to goad him into competing with Thor, and that he was being groomed his entire life to be used as a weapon by his “father” against his real father, and that his entire place in the Odinson family and in Asgard hinged on his usefulness in further dominating and destroying his birth family and birth realm, and that no matter what he did a large chunk of the people around him were always going to hate him simply because of natural differences that were due to his fundamental being… it’s just- it’s so much more than adoption revelations and bad parenting. What Odin and Frigga did to Loki was illegal and extremely morally wrong and, quite frankly, just despicable.

Side note: this kinda reminds me of the movie Tangled, actually. Rapunzel’s story is eerily similar to Loki’s- taken as a child by a greedy and narcissistic yet powerful figure, raised as said figure’s own child just so the figure could exploit her for their own selfish gain, taught all her life to fear her actual family/people just to keep her loyal to her “parent”, parental figure turns to aggression and gaslighting anytime she gives any pushback… That’s actually pretty uplifting, though, because it further validates his place as a Disney Prince/Princess 😌.

[aphihephiandarti]

Y/N: I’d like to play you a song.

Y/N: It’s called, “how my life has been so far.”

Y/N: *takes a deep breath and starts playing*

Y/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Thor: Omg immigrant song!

Y/N:

[jamieontheroof]

I don't think you understand how much I love the 'asgard has this thing were they will exchange daggers, knifes, swords (whatever, really) as a sign of love'

because kfnsiehwi "love is a dagger" and loki giving mobius a dagger would be so fucking adorable

[solesurvivorjen]

Loki/Sigyn art throughout 2021

I love drawing these two.

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Hela x reader

1594 words

• Y / N POV •

Hela and I have known each other since we were little. She was the daughter of a king and I was just an ordinary daughter of a maid. Hela didn't even have fun with me, but she always found a way to sneak up on me. One of the many beautiful moments we had together when she found an abandoned wolf. We spent the night cuddling with Fenris.

Over time, we did not meet so often. It was all because of Father Hela. She once told me that the guards were watching her and going with her wherever she went. She also constantly trained and improved her skills. I was glad that she was becoming a powerful woman who would one day take the throne. But I was sorry it meant forgetting me. Then the news came to me that the king had sent my Hel to the Hel prison. It was overwhelming. The thought of never seeing her again killed her. The worst part was that I didn't have time to confess my city to her.

~ A few years later ~

Is back. Hela, the goddess of death, has returned from her captivity. It never occurred to me that this would happen, but it did. After Odin's death, she managed to get out, and now she's here. On Asgard. She held meetings with all the maids we were already among. I was looking forward to seeing her, I just don't know if she still remembers me.

We all stood in the throne room and waited for him to arrive. The huge door opened and stood there. It was actually the same as before, only it looked stronger and more powerful. She had great respect, she was like a walking authority. She reached the throne and sat proudly on it. "Kneel before your new queen," said the man, who was standing not far from her. We all hesitated for a moment, but eventually we obeyed and knelt before her. I would do anything but this was really annoying. No one dared stand up We knelt there with glass heads.

• Hela POV •

Seeing him bow before me was so satisfying. I looked at them and my eyes stopped on one person. We weren't sure who she was, but something inside me told me I knew her. I showed Skurg to go through the exchange. "Your Majesty." - "Bring her to me." He nodded and walked through the crowd. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled him to her feet, she never once looked up from the floor. He held her in front of my throne so she wouldn't run away. "Look at your queen." She looked up slowly and I would recognize those eyes anywhere. Y / N. She looked at me with her frightened eyes. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't undermine my authority. "Take her to my room. " He pulled her away roughly.

• Y / N POV •

I didn't know why he wanted me in his room but I was. I couldn't tell from her eyes what I was thinking. Clearly, a lot has changed. The man left me in front of her room so I wouldn't try to run away at all.

I waited there as footsteps came from the hallway. It was she who knew it, taking slow, calculating steps. She came out of the corner and headed for me. Without a word, she stepped inside, letting me know to follow her. It was beautiful, big, spacious, something you'd expect from someone like her. "Y / N." It was all she said. The rudeness in her voice disappeared and was replaced by the softness I knew. "Your Majesty." I didn't know if she would like me to call her by name. "Hela, it's still Hela for you." She came to me and I wasn't entirely sure what to do. "I missed you." She stroked my cheek with her icy hand. "I missed you too. I thought I'd never see you again. "-" I'm sorry. I wanted to at least say goodbye to you, but we didn't make it. I was afraid you wouldn't be here again when I came back and I wouldn't tell you all that stuff. " I wasn't sure what I mean. "W-what do you mean?" I said in a slightly shaky voice. I was cold, her icy hand on my cheeks, the coolness of the room, and my ordinary light clothing didn't help. "You're shaking." She obviously told me. Come sit in bed. I want to have you with me and finally tell you everything. "

She took me to bed, where she laid me in the middle. She sat down and covered me with a blanket. "So?" - "When I stopped coming to see you, it was because my father found out about our secret meetings. But mainly about ... my feelings for you." I was dumb. About her feelings? "Do you think so?" The last part said with sadness in her voice. She turned to the bedside table and pulled something out from inside. She looked at me and held a small black and green box. "I made it for you so I could give it to you as a sign of my love for you." - "Love for me?" - "Yes, if you don't feel it anyway, you can go. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. "We shook our heads quickly." I don't feel like you. " She smiled with a smile that I missed incredibly. She opened the box and there was a black ring with a green gem inside. "Can I put it on for you?" - "Please." She put a ring on me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I longed for this moment to happen that I couldn't even believe it was real. "That I will never lose you again?" - "Never again."

~ night ~

• Hela POV •

Y / N slept peacefully after we said a lot of things. I had to watch her all the time because she was so cute, she had some hair in her face and she was curled up in the blankets I got for her because she was cold. I decided to go for some fresh air. I opened the balcony door and enjoyed the view that came to me.

I don't know how much time has passed but obviously a long time. I didn't even hear the small steps approaching me. I only noticed her presence when two small arms wrapped around my waist. "Aren't you sleeping?" I asked. "I miss you there." - "It's cold here." I begged him as he nodded on my shoulder. I turned around and she didn't go. "Why do you keep calling me little one?" I pulled her inside and closed the door. "Because you're a little girl." - "I'm not that small." She protested. I came to her to find out what piece is smaller than it rises above her. "Are you sure?" I asked mockingly. "But you're too tall, I'm at a normal height." - "If you think so." "Please put me down." - "Don't say that at all. You're not heavy. "I knew what she meant. She remained silent and let me take her to bed.

• Y / N POV •

In the morning I showed up after waking up with Hella to my side. I expected him to be gone somewhere. I realized that I should probably get to work in it, but go prevent me from two strong arms. "Where do you think you're going?" She said in a hoarse voice. "I have to work." - "You have no reason to go." I don't want to hear any objections. "-" So what are we going to do today? "I changed the subject instead. I was excited I didn't see her for a long time and I missed her too.

When Hela and I ate, we went to see Fenris. It was clear to me that it would be bigger, but I definitely did not expect this. It was thus 3 times larger than the normal size. I've been a little scared for years. "Don't worry, she remembers you." I walked closer to her, and she leaned in front of me. I stroked her big snout and enjoyed her soft fur. "I told you so." Hela stood in the lock and rested her head on mine. I saw Hel tender, but not so much as to complain. I liked it. "When we don't eat, we can walk. She too."

The trip was pleasant. I've only really been here a few times so I enjoyed the view of the surroundings. Hela walked close to me and Fenris a little behind us, according to her whimpering, Hela and I could tell that she didn't like our slow walks.

~ skip a few hours ~

It was already practically dark when Hela and I decided to return to the palace. Along the way, Fenris began terribly evening, showing off her sharp fangs. Hela went alert immediately, and I walked closer to her to feel safer. She put her left hand on my waist and kept me as close to me as possible. Fenris was still growling terribly, Hela drew her sword for a change.

Whatever it was, they both finally calmed down. "You're icy," Hela told me as she stroked my face. She took off her cloak and put it around my shoulders. "It suits you." She said as she followed the wolf lying on the ground so we could climb on it. Hela sat on her back and then helped me upstairs as well. You sat me in front of you. This allowed me to wrap my arms around my waist and hold me tight. ,,Thank you."

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Bare

Thor x Amora

It was rare but the full fledged army of einherjar, unparalleled in its prowess and fighting on the battlefield, needed her on the front lines. The enchantress could enchant a man to eat sand and cut his own heart with a flick of her finger. And it was known to everyone on Asgard that the woman who had men wrapped around her fingers, couldn’t resist Thor herself. The god of Thunder and Prince of Asgard had summoned her to the battle of Harokin. He wasn’t aware the enemy had spelled weapons and fire breathing from their swords. She had enchanted the enemies. Their blood boiled and they fell down, burning from the fire of their own swords. She created Hel on the war field.

And Amora was exhausted. She could barely walk, but still managed to get inside her tent. Her bones and muscles were swollen, hurting like it was her last day of thousands of years. With shallow breathing and leaving trails of blood on the threshold of tent, she stumbled but caught hold of the table. Drenched in blood seeping from her eyes and nose, a side effect of using dark magic for a prolonged period of time, she stripped out of her silk and stepped into the tub. The warm water soothed her skin, and calmed her nerves. She looked at the bar where some ale and dry meat was spread along with candles.

“Thanks. I love it how you respect my feelings.” She low-key said, settling her chin on the rim of the bathtub.

“Do not come and hold me like I’m a weakling when I’m done with magic Thor! I clearly remember you saying that with a knife in your hand, who am I to defy you Amora? I wouldn’t do anything that makes you feel weak. You’re one of the strongest one I know” Thor answered with a smile, a cup of ale resting in his hands as he watched her, with admiration and something he couldn’t decide.

“So when are we having the meeting for next war strategy?…Thor?” She snapped her fingers, tilting her head to look at Thor sipping ale as he laughed, face red as a bloomed rose.

“Speak up? Odinson!”

Thor hissed, then said, clearly relishing the vista before him. The candle lights flickered on Amora’s bare body. “That’s…” he pointed a finger towards her, “that’s in my brain now!”

[alienseasfanfics]

Bed Warmer

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Description: In Asgard, Prince Loki chose you to serve him. He catches you sleeping in his bed one night, and your punishment only confuses you. He wants you to be his bed warmer for the night. Fluff, slow burn.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Took a tiny break. Honestly, I need a lot of motivation to write these lately. I love writing them but my emotional state is in shambles at the moment. But writing Loki fic is healing for the soul. I hope reading it helps too.

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You fell asleep in Loki’s room.

You didn’t mean to, but you were exhausted after cleaning the rest of the room and his bed was so inviting. He had the most comfortable sheets, the softest blankets.

Anything befitting a prince.

Plus, Thor had dragged him off on some sort of trip for the week, the castle was supposed to be bare-boned and the wing with Loki’s rooms were unpopulated for the moment.

You could take a nap.

But no, you forgot Loki often came back whenever he wanted to, not on a schedule.

You woke up in the dark, the sunlight that was streaming in from his huge windows now gone. In a panic, you scramble to get up until a voice from the shadows freezes you in your tracks.

“Don’t get up on my account.” Smooth words from a silver tongue.

“P-prince Loki, I truly-”

“Apologize? For not cleaning my rooms to my satisfaction? You should be apologizing. Just look at the bed, it’s a mess.”

“Y-yes and I’ll fix that right now and-”

“And what? You still fell asleep in my bed. That’s a grave offense you know.”

He says it calmly but you are nowhere near calm, your heartbeat so loud you can hear it in your ears. You scrabble again to get out of his bed and start quickly tidying up the bed, but he lights a candle that was on his nightstand.

Your breath catches in your throat as you see him in the warm light. He’s shirtless, in loose fitting pants that are low on his waist. You catch yourself staring and snap your eyes up to his face, and feel even more panic as you see he’s looking straight at you. He has a bemused smirk on his face, but you have no idea what he could be amused by.

“I-I’m r-really-”

“You stutter too much.” He mutters and you nod, quickly bending back down to fix the blankets and he sighs.

“Do you understand why I chose you to be my servant?”

“M-my...obedience?”

You hadn’t actually ever thought on it. You had been working in the stables for the longest time, caring for the horses. You were always able to calm them down and barely spoke to anyone at all. Then suddenly, you’re being whisked away to be Prince Loki’s personal maid.

Deep down you resented it. You missed the horses, with your only glimpses of them being trips in the dark of night to say hello. It was forbidden to see them without a key, so you could only go when everyone else was asleep. Not like you had time to see them anyway. It’s been a long few months of cleaning and fetching and orders.

In that time, this was the longest Loki had ever spoken to you.

“Are you obedient? Deep down? Is your purpose to answer my every heed?”

“Y-yes?”

He sighs again, and you have the sinking feeling that you’re saying the wrong things.

“You were more fun when you were screaming at me.”

You’re bewildered. You had never screamed at him before in your life. The only people you had ever even risen your voice towards were those that were messing with the horses.

You screamed at one hooded knight once, for trying to take a wounded horse to ride. But that was months ago.

You take a second to think.

Oh, that bastard.

“Well, you shouldn’t have tried to steal a horse. You could have simply asked kindly and I would have found you one you could have ridden.”

“I wanted that one.”

“He was hurt.”

“I don’t care. You give someone of the court what they want, no questions asked.”

You ball up the blanket you’re holding in your fists, trying to bite down your rage.

“I would not let anyone injure a horse further.”

“Next time, you give me the horse I wish. Or else there will be consequences.” You can feel him staring at you, but you keep your eyes pointedly staring at the blanket in your hands.

“I will not.”

“Then you and the horse will die.”

“You will die before that horse does.” Your hand flies to your mouth the second the words come out, dropping the blanket. You look up at him in fear, expecting rage, but instead you’re met with a wide grin.

It feels mildly predatory, as if he got what he wanted.

“S-sir I didn’t-”

“I told you I liked it better when you were yelling at me.”

“I didn’t think that was true-”

“Do I lie that much that you think everything I say is false?” He says, with mock hurt on his face.

You can only shrug. It’s improper, but this whole situation is improper.

He studies your face as you study his. The eye contact is growing unbearable, as is fighting the urge to not look him over fully again.

“C-can I take my leave?” You whisper and he shrugs.

“You seemed so comfortable in my bed. Sleeping away without a care in the world.”

“I already apologized for that.”

“I’m your master, I would think I get a better apology than that.”

“What do you...mean…” You trail off as he slides elegantly into his bed, lifting the blanket as an invitation.

You stand next to the bed, not moving a muscle.

“Sir, I am not going to-” You say through gritted teeth before he rolls his eyes.

“Such an improper mind. I simply want a bed-warmer. Get a nightcloth from the closet and get in.”

“I-”

“Do it.” His words have a biting edge to them as he drops the blanket and turns away from you. You stare for a moment at his back, seeing it littered with scars. You had never seen those before and they’re hypnotizing, but after a moment you break away and rush to his closet.

He had many ladies nightclothes, in case of late-night visitors, but you had never taken too much of a look. Lately, they hung gathering dust in his cabinet.

You grab the first one you see, and hiding in the dark as much as possible you strip off your uniform and slip into the gown.

It was intended for those of a higher class, the fabric feeling as smooth as air against your skin. It was also obviously made for those wanting to show off, as it was incredibly revealing.

“Are you stealing my closet, or does it just take you millenia to change clothing?” His words come out calm but you still feel the need to rush, and you come out quickly. After a moment's hesitation, you slide into the bed next to him.

You lay on the edge as far away from him as you can and face away from him.

“Oh come on, you were sprawled out so sweetly earlier.”

He sounds like he’s facing you, and you freeze.

“Yes, well, this is your bed.” You say back.

“And I’m telling you to warm it.”

“Didn’t I do that enough through the sprawling from earlier?” A slight touch of your irritation comes out and you curse yourself on the inside.

“Such sass from a servant.”

“Apologies-”

“Never apologize again. It’s so incredibly unlike you, and I hate liars.”

“That’s a surprise.”

“See? Doesn’t that feel so much better? Giving me all your vitriol?”

He almost sounds like he’s laughing under all of his words, but he keeps the same crooning, calm tone.

“I’d rather not die, sir. Life feels better than giving you my mind.”

“If anyone was doling out death threats tonight, it was you.”

You whip around to face him, propping yourself up as you look down at him.

He’s giving you a lazy smile from his relaxed and laid-back position, and that just grows your irritation further.

“I only threatened death on you for proposing it on an innocent creature.”

“Very noble of you, saving those less fortunate. Think you could have saved yourself with that fighting spirit.”

“I don’t especially need saving.”

“Ah, yes. That is why you are a servant, and not a warrior.”

“You are just cruel.”

“That is one of my titles, yes.”

“Why am I in this bed?”

“I told you. Bed-warmer.”

“You just wanted power over me, didn’t you?”

“As if I didn’t already have that. With your little stutter and fear rolling off you in waves.”

You’re seething, but confused. Both on why you’re so irritated, and why you’re suddenly allowed to give him all this irritation. In his bed, no less.

“Then why-”

“As I said. You seemed content in my bed.”

“So? Anyone would be content in your bed.”

“Many people are. For different reasons than yours, though.” He yawns, and examines his fingernails.

“Am I boring you?” You say sarcastically and he nods, glancing up at you.

“Quite honestly, yes. I expected to be asleep by now. But the bed is awfully cold, and someone is talking an awful lot.”

“Mainly you.” You mutter and lay back down again, facing away from him. You scoot to the middle of the bed, forgetting your need to keep distance.

“Is that better?” You ask, then your breath hitches as one arm snakes around your waist. He presses you against his chest and you can feel his chin on the top of your head. He has you locked against him like a puzzle piece, and you freeze in place.

It feels good, and a small part of you admits this is the safest you have ever felt in this castle, but you will never admit it to him.

“Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman.” He murmurs, his voice right next to your ear.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You try to choke back any fear, but your words still come out in a shaky whisper.

“I’ll only touch you when you ask for it.”

You try to sleep, simply closing your eyes and trying not to focus on him anymore.

It doesn’t work. His entire being is distracting.

“You have a huge ego.”

“Most definitely.”

“I’m not warming your bed every night.”

“Whatever you wish.”

“You’re irritating.”

“The threat against the horse was a lie. I will never hurt your horses.”

“Incredibly irritating.”

“Most definitely.”

After that you both stay in silence, him keeping true to his word and not moving his hand from your waist and you eventually relaxing in his grip. The more you relax, the more tired you are, until you fall asleep in his arms.

---

You wake up alone in the bed, with the blanket tucked up to your chin. You blink away the sleep, and a glint comes off the pillow next to you. Feeling for whatever it was, you find it and pick it up.

A key to the stables, with a note attached. Quick, scribbled script is written on it in black ink.

“Thank you - Loki.”