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fantasy world loki x asgardian! reader (pt 2.)
summary: with an attack on Asgard and each fighting for their people, the two become separated, constantly thinking of their other half
word count: 4.2k
warnings: angst, gore
part 1
Loki’s night with Zolanari fortunately didn’t last long. In fact, their time was cut so short that they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. It wasn’t long till a guard abruptly approached him in the empty halls, the mans footsteps echoing with urgency.
“Prince Loki,” the guard bowed out of breath, “The Allfather requests your immediate presence,”
Loki looked behind him, only a few feet from his door, “Can’t it wait?”
The guard swallowed and shook his head, beads of sweat forming on his hairline, “There’s been an attack,”
Loki’s face hardened as he let go of Zolanari. Now, if he listened, he could hear the distant sounds of feet running, a scream here and there.
He could only think of one person in that moment.
“Very well,” Loki nodded, “Go to your station,”
As the guard began to sprint down the halls, Loki followed, casting his armor upon him.
“Loki!”
He turned to Zolanari as he continued to walk backwards.
There’s no time to lose he thought. Her. I must get to her.
“Where will I go!”
Her golden dress was bunched together in her hands, reflecting the colors of the golden walls. He thought of the future bodies that will lay on these grounds in the morning, the families that will be separated and the lives he will have to take tonight.
The jewels that hung from her body, the innocence in her eyes. Nothing but a life of happy memories that shaped her, made her the woman she is today.
He could never love her he realized.
“Hide in my room, go fight with the others, I don’t care,”
“So you are leaving me?” she cried.
Loki shook his head and turned around once more, “I cant be there for you Z. We’re warriors, not children,”
He was sure that she spoke something after him, a blurb of obscenities that would diminish his ego, a jab on how Thor is the better brother. All words from her mouth had turned into white noise. He couldn’t care to look back, see which fate she had decided. He could only think of her.
Did she run for the gardens he wondered, the one place they would seek shelter when they were younger. Maybe Frigga had seen her, taken her in with the royals because even his own mother knows how deeply he cares. He didn’t dare think of the latter option that was running through his head.
This hadn’t been the first time Asgard had been attacked. One of the many attempts of other nations trying to control the nine realms.
Each time, the two friends have found solace in each other, always side by side if the attack ever reached their area. It’s different now, he ponders.
With age and responsibilities, he’s expected to fight rather then hide. Protect instead of cower. He still remembers when they were little and he would become frightened at the dangers of power shifting.
She would reach into her pocket, the silent rustle creating the only sound in the dimly lit room. In her hand was a golden pendant, a necklace she would hold out to him.
“My mom once told me this gives you eternal safety. The power from the warriors before who wore this around their necks and fought in decade long battles,”
Loki reached out towards her and wrapped the pendant around his hand, softly stroking the engraved designs, “Do you really believe in that?” he whispered.
She kept her eyes trained on the necklace, noticing the gentleness in his touch. She shrugged, “I believed in my mom,”
A foolish night he thought. A waste of time in his remaining days on Asgard.
If he would of just stayed back in the comfort of his own room, the fireplace lit, the distant sounds of the ball from below, none of this would be happening. She would’ve already been with him, their bodies resting in-front of one another’s as they practiced magic together, warmly lit by the fire. Her assured safety would’ve been sealed, a promise that would ease his worries.
As he appeared closer to the throne room, voices grew louder as Asgardian’s were ushered by guards down the halls, couples clutched to one another, children’s cries being silenced by their mothers arms.
His eyes scanned the crowd frantically, a wildness behind them. He couldn’t miss her, he began to think. He’d notice her from a mile away, in a crowd of thousands. She just had that special spark to her.
Even tonight during the ball, in a room that is suffocating to all senses, he had seen her. Dressed in the same uniform he’d witness her bear everyday, the same hair she tucked away under gray fabrics, he noticed her the minute she walked through those grand doors.
He had seen her every single day. Same clothes, same attitude, same smile. And not once did he grow tired of her. It was the one thing in his life he was sure of he realized.
He bet that no one even noticed the small gold earrings that hung around her frame at the ball tonight. A small action of defiance, a small gesture of luxury, and a whole lot of her.
As his eyes frantically searched the crowd, a familiar face appeared in his vision, bringing him back to reality.
“Nan!”
The old woman stopped abruptly and turned towards the source. Loki had been a big part of her life just as much as Y/N, considering the two were never seen without the other. He remembered for his birthday once, when Asgard was at war and too busy to celebrate, Nan requested Loki’s favorite food from the kitchen staff, bringing the two for a picnic at the cliff side.
“Loki!” her face was tense, her frail gray hairs falling wildly out of her bun. A young girl was clutched to her side as tears streamed down her face.
He rushed towards the pair and held onto the woman before him. Even despite Nan’s constant appearance around the palace, always bent over, scrubbing another corner, the woman was quite old and always needing assistance according to Y/N, “Are you alright? Where’s Y/N?”
She sighed heavily, looking behind her and holding the little girl closer, “I saw her for a brief moment. She was with all the other maids I - I don’t know where...” she shook her head, furious tears running down her face. Looking down to the girl below her she caught her breath, “She lost her parents, I -”
“It’s okay,” Loki interrupted in a soft tone, quickly guiding Nan and the girl towards the throne room, “Come with me you’ll be okay,”
The closer they got, the more the screams grew. The more bodies he imagined to be buried tomorrow. The little girls whimpers grew louder as Nan’s footsteps began too slow.
“Loki?” Nan softly cried. He looked towards her, sorrow and regret settled upon her face. In her hands, she nervously played with small gold earrings.
Her earrings.
“I don’t know where she went,”
Loki clenched his jaw and turned away, the grip on his staff tightening.
“I’ll find her.”
****
Her heart continued to pound ever since the blast.
One second she was serving Frigga her drink, the next she was wrapped around her frame, ducked under a table.
Blood continued to drip from her hairline, a sure few rocks digging in her skin.
“What were they?” Aldis huffed, one of her dear friends. She thought of how they used to play tag in these same halls together. Now they were running for their lives, five more killers now on their tail.
Y/N grabbed onto the shirt of another maid, quickly turning her around, “This way,” she nodded.
She guessed there was about eight of them now, running in a tight knit group. Two girls she recognized from the kitchen, the man next to her Odin’s tailor. The guards had told them there wasn’t enough room in the hideouts for staff. And Odin dragged Frigga away before she could take Y/N’s hand.
They were on their own.
“I don’t know,” Y/N panted. “I didn’t get a good lo-”
Out of nowhere, an arrow wizzed past her, landing into the golden beam in front of them. They all screeched to a halt, only a few daring to look back.
Rounding the corner were five hideous beasts, all heavily armed with weapons that swung with each stomp. Dark blood painted the surfaces of the artillery, deep scars littering the skins of the animals in front of them. They showed no sign of stopping.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
It’s alright, Y/N thought, building up her courage. Loki trained me for this. All those early mornings, sneaking away from the palace. He always wanted her to be his equal.
Well this was her chance.
“Okay go, go, go!” she exclaimed, gathering the group in-front of her and pushing them forward.
Reaching into her pocket, she quickly pulled out her key, the ‘L’ engraved on it still showing,“In here,” she whispered.
As they all scrambled inside, she tried to push down the fear rising to her throat, booming footsteps growing closer and closer. But it was the ear defining screech of metal against wall that made her want to cry in her mom’s arms.
When the last of them had gotten inside and Y/N still hadn't seeked safety, Aldis stood up slowly, “Y/N...”
There were tears on her face as she looked to the side, her hands clutched to the door.
“Now’s not the time to be a hero Y/N,” Aldis cried.
She laughed sadly, smiling at her dear friend.
Blue, Y/N thought.
She had blue eyes.
“Someone has to lock the door Aldis,”
Someone has to lead them away.
“Locking the door won't matte-”
She closed the door before she could hear her one last time. She’d never been very good at goodbyes.
Aldis was right, locking the door wouldn’t matter. The beast that rounded the corner held a five foot hammer while the one that came after had blood smeared on its chest. Still didn’t stop her from chucking the key over the terrace below them, letting it fall into the unknown.
She breathed deeply, sticking her chest out, not daring to let her voice waver, “You want Asgardian blood?” she shouted, bringing the beasts to a stop, “Come get it!”
One of the beasts slowly stepped forward, snarling its hideous teeth as it grumbled out in an unknown language. Y/N studied them all carefully as another smiled.
“He says,” it growled, voice deep and distorted, “Where are your friends?”
The rest smiled in unison, blood dripping from their mouths as they did so, littering the floors she had just scrubbed this morning.
She swallowed deeply, digging her nails into the palm of her hand. Could that be Nan’s blood she wondered. Loki’s even? Had they found safety in the rooms she could not enter, or are they just as lost as she.
A small part of her screamed that they were still alive, that she must continue to fight for the one’s she loves. Her whole life, all she has known, was to protect Loki. Many times she’d questioned if her love for him would be any different if he wasn’t all she’s known.
In this moment now, with her life on the line, she decides it wouldn’t be.
What’s protecting him one more time?
“You want them?” she growled, “You’ll have to catch me,”
****
It had been three hours since the attack, his father describing the creatures as ancient beasts. For what they lacked in brains, they made up for in calvary. Thousands of them swarmed around Asgard, all broken into clusters attacking the main east and west wing.
He had lost his helmet hours ago, the horns probably shattered by the shear size of the weapons they were dealing with. Blood stained his knives as his energy depleted, his magic becoming less and less prevalent.
Each room they entered, each hall they fought in, he would whisper her name, unlock every door. Some doors led to a few helpless Asgardian’s, other were a beast in hiding.
None of them were her.
Grunting, he pulled a dagger out of the monsters chest, wiping the blood on his leather. Checking his surroundings, he saw one of the soldiers opening a door at the end of the hallway. With a steady face he shook his head towards Loki.
The pit in his stomach only grew.
Looking around at the soldiers in-front of him, he thought about how many of them had lovers waiting. If they too, were thinking the same self destructing thoughts he was. Here Loki was, putting his own problems ahead of their own, a narcissistic plea for the safety of another.
He was sure they weren’t as special as his own. None of them had that same spark.
His thoughts were cut short when the sound of bells rang. Once, twice, three times. If one was lucky, they would look to the skies and see the darkened purple vessel gearing away, far from the carnage they left behind.
He heard the sounds of metal clanging to the floor, the sighs of relief from the warriors left. Some were heavily injured, one woman with a deep gash in her side, being tended to by another soldier. At this point he would return to the throne room, discuss with his father the next course of action and if Asgard would engage in war or meet halfway.
In this moment though, he couldn’t seem to care less about what happened, of what his father had to say, of how many Asgardian’s were slaughtered. Across the courtyard he saw a family slowly crawling out a door, a child sound asleep in its mothers arms. The sun had just started to rise as the man held his wife in his embrace, her body shaking with cries. Through her tears she looked ahead towards Loki, darkness behind her eyes, flashes of the night before more visible then the stars above.
He promised to hold Y/N once he found her. Even longer than the man infront of him. He promised he would take all her fears away.
With a quick nod of assurance towards the woman, he turned on his heel and headed down the halls, retracing his steps towards her.
He walked past multiple beasts, all strewn across the golden floors, pools of blood painting them red. It dawned on him who would be scrubbing these floors the next few days, a constant reminder of the fear they all must of ran from.
He needed to remember to fake a sickness that week .
As he ran down the grand stairs below him, he caught sight of blonde hair.
“Aldis!”
The woman snapped her head towards Loki, the group around her stopping. His steps became even faster as he reached the bottom, desperately grabbing onto the woman’s shoulders. The sight of him made her cry again, already stained tears littering her cheeks.
“Where’s Y/N? Did you see her? Is she okay?”
Aldis shook her head, shaky breaths as she held onto his arms for dear life, “She -“ the woman’s voice betrayed her, breaths too shallow as she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head furiously as if to rid her plagued mind of the bloodshed, “She closed the door I… I couldn’t stop her,”
He pulled himself out of her hold, stepping back. What does she mean? Where are the simple answers he was hoping for?
She made it into safety with the royals, she took us to the gardens in your secret hideout, she is completely and utterly safe.
Where were those answers, that blanket of reassurance?
“Where is she?” he asked again, his voice lower and dangerously quiet. Never before has his heart beat so fast, not in battles not even around her presence. He was sure if adrenaline wasn’t coursing through his veins he’d be panicking, out of breath and gasping for air.
Aldis pointed to the right, “We came from there,” she spoke, leading Loki immediately to stalking towards that path. It felt like he was walking to his death, years of bad karma finally cycling back to the beginning.
It was a long corridor, filled with countless rooms and places to hide. He remembered telling her to run here if she was ever in trouble, the secret bookshelf hideout being behind one of these doors. Infront of him was a long arrow, wedged into the gold of the pillars ahead of him. Maybe there wasn’t enough time he thought.
“Y/N!” he called out, turning the corner into another hallway.
He thought back to all the times before this moment, when life had seemed just as hopeless and he was overwhelmed by all the thoughts in his head. This was worse, he knew that now. Still, she would go to him with hope in her eyes.
When Thor was gifted Mjolnir, when Odin would scold him for every mistake made, when Frigga’s magic wouldn’t click, she would approach him with care. A small hand to his face, the happiest of endings behind her eyes.
“You can only go up from here,” she would whisper.
Eyes closed, revealing in her presence, the tenderness between her actions. He swore he could never love anyone more. She felt like home, something otherworldly to Asgard, unknown to the family of his own.
“So much faith,” he would mutter into her embrace, her skin soft, her hold desperate, “Why?”
He knew he was all she had. Despite Nan, despite the few friends she had made, all her life she was met with misfortune. A deceased mother, a missing father. Her best friend was the God of Mischief, a title that was apart of the gray areas that distinguished good from bad. And yet, all the good in her was settled in his heart, a promise, a reassurance that he too, was home.
“Glorious purpose,” she’d say, smiling bright, “You get to choose what that will be,”
Turning another corner, he began to call out to her once more, his words suddenly caught in his throat at the sight before him.
The relief came as soon as the dread.
Finally, he had found her. After countless hours of searching, countless stabs to another's chest, undying wishes to return, he had found her, intact, but still not the same.
He knew, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to shake the image ahead of him. Five beasts, all three times her size laid strewn about the hallway, blood pouring from the corners of their mouth, weapons scattered feet ahead of them. Laying in the center was her, the center of their universe, of his.
Her hair had fallen out of its hold, blood soaking it down in place. The bottom of her dress was torn to shreds, visible claw marks the culprit of the carnage before him. It took all the strength he had to not vomit at the sight of the arrow lodged in her side.
He dropped his staff in a frenzy, legs stumbling towards her unconscious body as he moved at what felt like an agonizing pace.
“Y/N...” he muttered, dropping to his knees as he carefully brought her body to rest in his lap. Hands shaking, tears threatening to fall, it felt like his heart was beginning to collapse.
A limp body, skin turning pale, he weakly shook her shoulders, hands rubbing at her blood stained cheeks, “Y/N,” he cried, “Y/N wake up. Please my love wa-”
Suddenly, her hands shot up, desperately clinging to his forearm as shallow breaths followed, her nails digging into his leather.
Blood was caught in her throat, making it hard to breathe as she tried to bring Loki closer. It didn’t matter she was dying, it didn’t matter how much pain stung at her body. He was here, she was in his arms. She was home.
“Loki,” she whimpered quietly.
Despite it all, he laughed. Laughed tears of joy, laughed that she was still alive, revealed in the chance that there was still hope. There was always hope when it came to her.
“Come on,” he muttered, trying his best to be gentle, speak softly as to not scare her further, make this night even worse than it already has been. She was always there for him.
Now was his chance.
As he gathered her in his arms, slowly lifting her to not let the arrow sink any further, she cried out in pain, hands squeezing into his arms even harder.
“No,” she sobbed as he placed her down once more. A mix between coughs and cries ensued, blood beginning to spill out the corners of her mouth. He was beginning to see stars, the walls closing in at an alarming rate as he couldn’t help but think this was all his fault. So helpless, needing a sense of relief and comfort that he could not provide. It was heartbreak in its realest form, a gut wrenching hole in his chest.
“It hurts,” she cried weakly, gasping for air, “It hurts Loki, please,”
He sighed shakily, holding onto her tighter. He couldn’t lose her, didn’t dare to think about the person he would become if he couldn’t see her everyday, hear her voice, feel her touch. Reaching towards her hand he continued to ignore the blood stained palms, his other hand holding her face, “Y/N...”
Thumb stroking the sides of her face, fingers combing through her hair, a desperate attempt at comfort, “Love look at me,”
With all her strength she willed her eyes open, relieved to see anything but the beasts she fought. Loki looked wrecked, brows furrowed in concern as blood spilled from the cut rested in his brow. His hair had fallen from the bun she had put it in hours before, framing his face to let the tears that have fallen shine.
He was so beautiful she thought.
“I need to get you help,” he cried, trying his best to put on a brave face, “I need...”
Choking on his words, he couldn’t help but sob, bringing his face into the crook of her neck, clinging onto whatever life she had left in her. So many things, he thought, some many things he needed.
A long warm bath, calm waters to wash away the hours of bloodshed, the comfort of his own room, his silk sheets enveloping him whole. He needed her to smile once more, to laugh so sweetly that his ears buzzed and his heart soared. He needed her to be okay.
“Please Y/N,” he muttered, putting himself together. Remembering, he quickly reached into her dress pocket, searching till he pulled out what he was looking for.
Her gold necklace.
He reached out, placing the necklace on top of her heart as her hand quickly followed, resting on top of his, “Please,”
She sighed heavily, blinking the tears away as she slung her arm around his neck, bunching his green shirt into her’s. Looking at him one last time she recognized the creased lines upon his face, situated at the corners of his mouth for that smile that was only for her. The beauty mark above his brow, the one she would poke at whenever he was mad. And his eyes.
She smiled, “They’re blue,” she whispered.
Unaware to if he heard her or not, she squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the agonizing flow of pain. Quickly, and without warning, Loki lifted her into his arms, her cries muffled by his armor she hid herself in.
She tried to stifle the pain, the shoots of electricity that numbed her body with each step he took. There was no way of her distinguishing how fast he was moving, what time of day it was. How far gone she had become. All of her senses were heightened and dulled at the same time, a murky sea of overwhelming emotions that she couldn’t navigate.
She had seen him one last time. Heard his laugh and felt his hands upon her face. That was enough for her to let go.
One last time, she willed herself to speak, clearly and with more conviction. She needed him to hear her one last time, remember her as strong.
“I used your magic,” she said, eyes still closed, head buried into his neck, “Did you see?”
He bit down on his lip, drawing blood as he stifled a cry. Of course he noticed. It was the first thing he saw when he turned the corner, multiple green daggers scattered across the floor. If he wasn’t so distraught, heart set on saving her, he would’ve been proud, the numerous bodies that had surrounded her a testament to her strength.
She didn’t hear what he said after. Couldn’t if she tried. She hoped that he was proud of her, that Nan was safe and her friends had made it out alive. She held onto that feeling, that surge of hope, wishing that it would carry into the next life.
****
do you guys want a final part 3?? also did I do the taglist right lol
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fantasy world loki x asgardian! reader
summary: both completely enamored, Loki and his best friend must deal with the consequences of their titles in Asgard. One a prince, the other a servant. from baths to balls, all small moments of a slow burn kind of love
warnings: angst, suggestive smut
word count: 4.3k
part 2
A most blissful morning was the start to Loki’s day. Asgard’s sun streaming a conscious beaming haze through his drawn back curtains, birds singing tunes of unspoken words.
His silk sheets were soft and sacred, a delicate caress to the bare parts of his skin making him sigh in delight and curl closer into the satin pillows around him. Contemplative hours could be spent in this small moment, small movements filled with intention and care, dragging out the hours ahead.
A small tickle on his face, he noticed, slightly disturbing such an angelic moment. He passed it off as a small inconvenience in an otherwise perfect moment. All until this occurrence kept persisting, leaving no other option but to snap his eyes open.
Before rested such an angel, light hitting the back of her form, casting a heavenly glow around her being. She smiled warmly down at him, a similar glow in her eyes to his as she softly giggled.
“Morning my king,”
He couldn’t help but smile, smile at her glow, her presence, the softness she brought with her and the words she sung. If only it was her in these sheets with him, wrapped around in his arms as they shared this moment of stillness together.
“You have a mandatory meeting with Odin in ten,”
He breathed deeply, rubbing last nights sleep out of his eyes, “You say that like I’m forgetful,”
She hummed, standing to walk towards the grand, golden, arched bathroom in the room ahead, “I say that because if it were up to you, there would be no meeting with Odin in 10,”
“Or no meeting with Odin at all,” Loki grumbled.
The sounds of water running filled the grand space around them, a signal for Loki to rise and start the day.
Hesitantly Loki stood, striding towards the bathroom where his dear friend sat, delicate hands stroking the water.
“What are you thoughts on...”
She looked towards him, expecting him to continue.
“On what?”
Loki found himself always rambling in her presence, no real words or coherent thoughts coming from his mouth. He always spoke what was on his mind, never side stepping the conversations, never walking on ice. She always seemed to pick up on his reeling mind of course, one of just her many adorning features.
“What are your thoughts on me skipping this meeting? Riding the horses instead? Perhaps a day in the library?”
“Well, while that does sound lovely, you really should care to your fathers wishes,” she said, turning the faucet off and standing to turn around.
Loki removed his clothes and stepped in the bath, not really caring if she saw him naked like this anymore. Of course, he knew she would never dare to look, to invade his personal space like so. She had always been respectful, despite their close relationship, and never felt the need to cross the line between royalty and servant.
“Why though?”
“Loki,” she sighed, turning back around and reaching into the golden cup to her side, “We both know why,”
“Yes but hear me out,” he spoke as she gently poured the warm water down his hair. The action alone made him shiver, the lightness in her touch sending jolts of anticipation through his bones, “What if I told you I am almost certain Odin will be crowning me as king,”
When there was no response he looked back, only to see her questionable stare.
“What!” Loki exclaimed.
She sighed once more, continuing to wash his hair as her fingers wrapped around his locks, gently massaging it with the shampoo she loved oh so much.
“Loki come on. You know more then anyone that I am rooting for you right?”
He simply hummed in response, closing his eyes and reveling in her touch.
“Well then you must know that you have to work especially harder then Thor to be recognized. I truly do think you could be crowned king one day it’s just...”
“What?” he asked, afraid of her response.
She grabbed the cup once more, pouring fresh water through his hair, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to suck up to your father a little while longer,”
He sighed, knowing she was right. Damn Thor, damn his father. If only Asgard could see the potential she saw in him, the greatness that this planet could revel in and prosper from.
“You want my advice?” she asked, moving towards his body to wash.
He held his breathe, trying to slow his beating heart. Of course he wanted her advice. He wanted everything she had to offer, her smile, her touch, her laugh, and her wise kind words. He wanted all of her.
“Perhaps,”
She laughed softly, rubbing a spot on his shoulder that had a tendency to ache, “That ball tonight, you must find a girl to dance with,”
He scoffed, “Why?”
“A dance at a ball, a good one at that, always seems to lead to something more,”
“What are you, a poet now?”
She laughed once more, music to his hears, “Just listen Loki!” she exclaimed, tugging his hair slightly.
“If you find a girl, worthy to be queen under your arm, I can bet that you’ll be put above Thor in many ways then one,”
“No way,” he said shaking his head. There’s no other girl out there for him than the one behind him. A women he can’t even have.
“Listen. Odin loves Frigga very much right. He values her role in Asgard greatly even more so then his higher ups I believe. If you were to have a women at your side, one who is truly worthy in Odin’s eyes and in yours, you would get put in the forefront way ahead of Thor. Odin isn’t only looking for someone to replace him, he’s also looking for someone to replace our Queen,”
“It isn’t that easy Y/N. You don’t just find Asgard’s next queen at any random ball,”
“Well it’s a start. I mean what, were you planning to marriedless your entire life?”
He grumbled, leaning his head back against the bath and closing his eyes. Too much to think about, too much whirling in his head.
He just needed a walk, a few more minutes in bed, the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders and then, maybe then, he would be fine.
Numerous times then one, he’d envisioned running away with her. Sneaking into her shared quarters in the middle of the night and shaking her awake, speaking in hushed tones filled with such secrets and such promises that she couldn’t say no.
He’d take her to his favorite galaxies, favorite planets where they could be free of the burden of their titles. There he could finally tell her the truth, speak of his longing for something more, something greater than the both of them.
Instead, he was stuck with this daily routine, a routine of such mundane practices that not even the title of king sparked such interest in him.
With one big breathe, Loki escaped from her hold and sunk deeper in the bath, letting the water envelop him whole.
****
”Oh dear...”
Loki spun around abruptly, gaze fading from his own reflection to the always gorgeous woman in front of him.
His usual elegant and eluding form that he carried with such confidence had melted into a disheaveled mess. Shoelaces untied, tie strewn about, and the hair.... dear god the hair.
Her smile grew a ten fold, sickening teeth on full display as the wrinkles around her eyes creased in radiance. Usually Loki would do anything in his power to keep that smile on her face. But right now, in this moment, his integrity was being ridiculed.
“Don’t you dare think about laughing,” he accused, holding a finger up in her wake.
She took a big breathe, hands flying to mouth as she tried to hold in the pure joy she got from this moment, “Loki, you look....”
“Absolutely charming?”
She threw her head back, stepping from the doorway and towards him, that beautiful smile never fading.
“Absolutely ridiculous... was what I was going to actually say,”
Loki huffed in annoyance, swiveling back towards his appearance and tugging at the tie around his neck.
“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong! It’s not like I’ve never been to a ball before,”
She appeared before him now, pure amusement beaming up towards him. Her delicate hands reached for the velvet green tie as she began to tug and twist on it, “You‘re thinking too much about it,” she stated.
“Like always,”
“Well according to you, there’s a lot at stake tonight!”
“And there is! But...” she secured the last knot, smoothing down the tie and searching through his eyes. They were dangerously close for Loki’s liking, her smell reminding him of the flowers that fell during Spring.
“No woman is ever going to approach you if you remain this tense,” she said, reaching for his shoulders and squezzing them hard.
He hadn’t realized the tension he held constantly, a physical manifestation of his troubling thoughts. With one deep breathe, he rolled his shoulders back and let them settle, all while seeking the comfort in her eyes.
“That’a boy,” she whispered, smiling fondly.
She had wanted more than anything to throw on one of those most elegant gowns that the girls around her always wore. Put the sparkling moon stones throughout her hair and drink the rarest champagne while doing so.
She wanted to walk down the grand golden staircase, eyes locked on Loki as she offered everything she had to him. He’d take her under his arm, and they’d dance under the stars.
If only he could see her in that special light. If only she could be more.
“Now...that hair...”
”It’s seen better days,” Loki mumbled, finally loosening up for the event tonight.
“Would it be too bold to...” Quickly, she secured a hair tie around her wrist, combing her fingers through Loki’s hair as he bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a moan. In one swift motion, Loki’s scrambled mess of a hair had turned into an elegant, classic, tied back bun.
“Like it?”
While she had begun to observe his hair, all Loki could stare at was her.
Despite her simple clothing and her simple hair, what she didn’t have in style, she made up for in everything else. He couldn’t say whole heartedly that he’d be able to hold back the moment he ever saw her in one of Asgard’s royalty gowns.
It was what she deserved, more then anyone on this planet, in this galaxy perhaps. She deserved the world in his eyes, and yet, all she could look at was him.
“I like it,” he finally said, swallowing deeply.
It was time to get out of the dreamworld of his and snap back to reality.
“Any prospects of interest you‘ll be keeping an eye out for tonight?” she asked, now talking game plan.
Lately their relationship has been filled with very strategic gameplay, all for the rewarding title of king. Although neither had discussed what her title would become once he was king, it was always in the back of his mind.
“Zolanari,” he admitted. Although Loki had never necessarily and consciously sought out woman, he had to admit that Zolanari had always peeked his interest.
“She’s intelligent, witty, a fierce warrior, and quite cunning,”
“Sounds like quite a catch,” she spoke, her voice even as it could be, almost as if she was forcing it. Unless, Loki made it up, he swore he heard a slight waver.
Was it jealousy, Loki hopped.
Before Loki could continue on his approval of this new woman, his breathe quickly stopped short at the girl in-front of him.
With no warning, she had slowly begun to sink to her knees, eyes locked on Loki’s gaze.
Although time remained steady, he could’ve sworn it had slow down at this very sight of her. She spoke, but her words were silent, her hands grazing down Loki’s black slacks until they found their way to his shoes, laces being firmly tied.
He held his breathe for what felt like forever, her body being way too close, way too inviting and way too suggestive for his instincts to remain intact. This reality had been in his dreams more then once, always starting and ending in the same way. He could never remember, the exact moment his love for her had turned friendly into a desire. But what he did know, was that it wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.
Slowly she stood, muttering a few last words that had gone through one ear and out the other.
“What?” he mumbled.
She started at him confused, trying to read through the mysterious eyes she knew so well, “I said are you gonna need me here later tonight or do you want me to stay back?”
His mind still felt fogged, completely clouded by her vision, her movements and actions and everything about her. He wanted to scream at the rooftops, he wanted to burn Asgard, he wanted to rule Asgard, he wanted her to leave and he wanted her to stay.
God did he want her to stay.
“You can stay back. If i’m gonna be king, I might as well get the head up when it comes to my queen,”
She chuckled, a darkness to her laugh that didn’t go unnoticed by Loki. Stepping back to admire her work, she politely placed her hands behind her back and smiled, looking him up and down.
“You look very handsome my king,”
He smiled, laughing softly as he stepped in front of her, grabbing the hands behind her back and placing them in his own. Sometimes, when she had been so kind, so sweet and so irresistible, he couldn‘t help but to hold her in some way.
“If you were royalty,” he whispered, loud enough just for her to hear, “Would you dance with me?”
She breathed deeply, holding her breathe and smiling bright. His breathe fanning across her face, his big hands clasped around hers, and the deepness of his voice made her legs feel like jelly. He smelled like sophistication, classic musk that reeled her in.
“Only if you asked me first,” she whispered, squeezing his hand tighter. Their eyes were locked on one another’s, as if a spell had been cast, and the answer was in each others eyes. He felt safe, comfort in the honesty she told behind her eyes, that kindness that can always be found in her heart. She was mesmerizing, an absolute spell that Loki couldn’t never dream of breaking out of.
Times like these, where the pair have found themselves in a fantasy world, titles stripped away, all else melts into oblivion as responsibilities fade. They could almost convince themselves that the other held the same desire, and that the want was mutual. Loki constantly had to remind himself of the bigger picture, that he was destined to be king and that Asgard needed a ruler like himself. Y/N, had to remind herself that at the end of the day, she was merrily just his servant, a housekeeper and a babysitter to the prince of the Allfather.
The thought saddened her, made her feel insecure enough to let go of his hold and quickly turn around.
“If you need me, you know where to find me. Try not to make a lot of noise in here tonight. Despite them being gold, the walls are still very thin,”
She held onto the door, looking back at Loki.
He frowned deeply, not knowing more to say. It was confusingly dissatisfying, her leaving so abrubtly, snapping him into the present. She seemed unhappy, on edge and he knew it. He sensed it in the way she walked, the way words flew out of her mouth, and how her eyes had turned into anything but kind.
He felt empty, a piece of himself missing without her. And yet...life continues to move on.
”Farewell,“
****
While her body was at the grand ethereal ball, her mind was completely else where.
Tonight she had been stationed as the “masquerader” or in more simpler terms, the servant that runs to refill Asgardian’s drinks.
On this night in particular, with the black and blue shadows the deep night sky reflects, and the golden hues on each and every wall, it was a celebration and an elegant affair.
She watched all the warriors in the room, noticing their proper attire despite their boisterous behavior. In seconds of her serving a large pint of Asgardians curated alcohol, the drink was slammed against the wooden features, and demands were shouted through an appearance of laughter.
Back towards a golden pillar, concealed from any other demands, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to drown out the congregation near her.
She thought back to Nan, the woman who had been her mother ever since her soul had left this realm. Deep breathes, gentle hands, a warm glow from a crackling fire. They were poor and yet, peace remained through love.
A certain laugh snapped her out of her envisions, a sirens call bringing her back to reality.
She peered around the pillar, eyes landing on Loki. He looked just the same as from when she left him and still, she finds herself speechless.
His head is bowed down towards the woman infront of him, a bright smile pulling her in, drawing in smiles and precious moments of laughter.
Her heart pained at the sight, setting a deep pit in her chest. The woman was gorgeous, an apparent angel from the grace she floated along and the charming glow she spread around her. Her gown was golden, extravagant and complimenting everyone of her features, money and wealth and status oozing from the fine stitching.
She had envisioned many times what she would wear to these type of events, under a princes arm. An indescribable gown, hair flowing freely from its usual restraint, and the simple magic of pure beauty to make herself glow even brighter.
She thought back to when Loki and her were young, naive of their titles in Asgard and only preoccupied with each other. When Frigga would retreat Loki’s room, she would wait by the wooden door of her quarters, listening for the distinct steps. Once they would pass, she’d find herself slipping past those doors and sprinting down the grand halls of the palace, awaiting for Loki’s arrival. In hand, they’d sneak into the celebration hall, where all food, decorations and entertainment had been packed away, and dance to the rhythm of their own music.
Sometimes Loki would hum to her the music he heard from that night. Other times, she would try to recreate her favorite music from the planet of Midgard.
Now, gazing from afar as he danced with another beautiful woman, she wished more then anything to go back to those simpler times. To be his little secret, to be the only girl he’d ever danced with.
“Y/N!”
She spun around quickly, hands raised in surrender, “Nan?”
“Now I know I didn’t raise you to be a lazy fool! Where is your platter?” she whispered in furry.
Reluctantly with a sign, she moved passed her beloved mentor and picked up her plater in hand, adjusting the glasses on top, “Right her Nan, right here,”
Stepping out into the crowd, she took a deep breathe and bared a smile, inviting and warm to all the guests around the galaxy.
Weaving her way through the crowd, politely she would offer a drink, get declined, or used as a request for something more. The fiddle, a beautiful violin, and a harp were situated in the corner of the room, beckoning her to move her body, her hips, in the most dreamiest way possible.
Guests danced around her, never batting an eye as she quietly observed the relationships around her. Some were tense, some were full of passion and some were full of nothing but love.
Odin and Frigga sat in the middle of the grand dining table, observing all as well. Odin, with a drink in hand, always listening and never inputting sat with his shoulders stiff, a permanent frown on his face. Frigga in all her glory, laughed amongst the women of Asgard, flashing her kind smile and offering touches of support and kindness.
She had always loved Frigga, ever since she was small. She had been the whole reason she’s known Loki all these years, stationing her as his private servant, considering she had no other family no place to go.
When Loki had found her, curled up in a ball, crying on the palace floors of Asgard eons ago, his first instinct was to rush to his mother, offer her a place to stay once he found out her mother had passed.
“My mothers gone. She’s dead,”
It was the first time he had ever understood what that word meant. Dead. He realized in that moment that no one comes back from death, and that wherever you go once you die, it’s permanent, it’s the one guarantee in your life.
He couldn’t imagine at such a young age having his own mother die, what it would do to him, how it would make him feel. For the first time, he had felt true empathy, a sense of longing to make all wrongs right in this young girls life.
In a way, he continues to do so even now.
“Excuse me?”
She turned around, the simple tap on her shoulder alerting her, “Hello, you... you work for the palace right?”
It was the beautiful women from earlier, the one who had and still is accompanied by Loki. He stood behind her, hand wrapped loosely on her waist.
He seemed caught up in his own words, mouth agape like he was trying to stop the situation from happening. All she could do was stand idly, eyes trained on his in sorrow. Unspoken words had become louder then all the booming voices in the grand hall.
And yet, she continued to smile and tear her eyes from Loki’s, “I do, yes. Can I get you anything tonight?”
“Oh dear no, we’re,” she looked back towards Loki with a golden smile, “We’re fine. Um the prince, or... our prince...”
The gorgeous women went silent, a smug look casted down on her. She knew what this meant, what everyone around her implied inside these damn palace walls.
Holding back a sign, she placed her free hand behind her back and bowed towards Loki, the sounds of the other woman giggling beneath her breathe. She couldn’t help the tightening of her chest, the bubbles of insecurity floating upwards.
It will never be me she thought.
It could never be me.
Eyes trained forward once again, she couldn’t ignore the tremble in Loki’s face, the clench of his jaw. He knew how this all made her feel. And he could completely kill himself over the fact it was all his doing.
The beautiful woman smiled once again towards her, “The prince and I were wondering if you could distract Odin and Frigga. We’re trying to get out of this preposterous gallivant and we can’t do that if Odin is staring at Loki here constantly,”
Loki shook his head and grabbed the woman’s forearm, speaking to her in hushed tones, “Zolanari, perhaps we stay here instead. It’s too much trouble to escape my father,”
She scoffed and turned around in his hold, clasping onto his tie, the same one his dear friend fixed hours ago.
“Says the God of Mischief! Come on Loki... don’t you want to spend the night with me,”
No matter how far away, she still would of heard it. Hushed secrets, moments of intimacy between two lustful lovers.
“Alone...”
A different side of her broke out of its hold, replacing the hopefulness spirit she once believed in, “I’ll do it,” she blurted out.
The woman turned in Loki’s hold, intimidating eyes as he looked towards his friend with longing.
He didn’t like any of this. This room, the woman in his arms, the ridiculous get up he was in, and everyone’s eyes always on him. He just wanted her. Her hold, her grace, her words on his skin. All he had to do was reach out to her, no matter how far away they might have seemed.
But he felt it. His fathers eyes staring him down, the gears turning in his suspecting head. The Allfather sees all and knows all.
“I can distract your father, prince Loki, if that’s what you’d like,”
Chaos in his world and all he could think of in that moment was how much he loved her. Always giving him a way out. Always offering choice, free will. The only person in his life who understood that’s all he ever wanted.
And yet, this wasn’t some fairytale. This was the fate of the universe in his hands. Destiny written in the stars and conceptualized in his favor.
“Yes that... that would be wonderful. Thank you,”
With a quick nod and an added enjoy your night, she was gone, leaving Loki stunned in place.
“Come on Loki,” Zolanari whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning his skin, “Let’s see if you really have a silver tongue ”
He could almost feel his fathers presence standing beside him, the devil on his shoulder. Did he know? Know how torn between two worlds he had become?
Two worlds.
He could never marry her, he realized. No matter how much he longed for her, no matter how much he swore their souls were bond together in the cosmos.
They lived in two different worlds. Sad, yet poetic. Perhaps in another life, he thought. Perhaps in another world she could be mine.
With a quick nod, Loki wrapped his arm around Zolanari’s waist and escorted her outside the doors.
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ummm possibly part 2 if anyone reads this
(UPDATE) writing a part 2 rn, still trying to figure out how to make a tag list. thanks for liking the fic guys😭
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