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Princess.

— Part II

Pairing: Loki x Princess!Reader

Contains: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

A/N: hello! i’m sorry that it took me forever to write this part, but it’s here now! after this part, the story is going to start progressing more, which i’m excited for :) anyway, i’ll shut up now, but please enjoy :))

Part I

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Adjusting to life in Asgard was gradually becoming easier.

Because you weren’t an Asgardian royal, many inhabitants of the realm didn’t take a liking to you initially, and you could see that by the odd looks they shot you, and the smiles you offered always going unreturned. Fortunately, after almost a week of you living there, people finally started to become more accustomed to your presence in the kingdom. While you didn’t at all expect to be treated the same as the royals around you, you were warmed by the respect and kindness that had come your way from your maids and servants. You didn’t feel as if you deserved to be treated as such, since you weren’t a princess of Asgard, yet you were incredibly grateful.

“(Y/N)?”

Your eyes darted up from your lap, a smile forming on your lips at the sight of Frigga looking down at you. She returned the smile, sitting down next to you on the stone bench you’d stumbled across in one of the palace gardens. The place was like a maze, and it was pretty hard to navigate around it. One of the many long corridors led you out to a grass-covered area outside, and you were immediately drawn to the array of brightly coloured flowers and plants that you weren’t sure even existed on Midgard. Someone was bound to find you out there eventually.

You didn’t even get the chance to say hello before she started to speak again. “There has been news about the war on Midgard.”

Eyes widening, you nodded, urging her to continue.

“Apparently, it was started by a large group of people who were not too fond of the way things are running in the realm. They call themselves, Hydra.”

The group was unfamiliar to you; you didn’t think for a second that people thought so negatively of the way your parents ruled. “But there are more knights, are there not? Surely, it won’t be hard for us to be victorious in the war.”

Frigga sighed. “I unfortunately don’t think that is the case, (Y/N). This group have supposedly stayed quiet for years, building their army until they had enough strength to attempt to conquer Midgard themselves.”

Noticing the way your body had stiffened, she placed a delicate hand over your shaky one reassuringly. “This isn’t at all your fault, dear. I can tell you’re trying to pin this atrocity on yourself.”

“I just wish there was something I could do - some way that I could help my people.”

“As of now, it is out of your hands.” Frigga squeezed your hand before standing, causing you to look up at her. “Your time will come, (Y/N). I assure you.”

While you didn’t quite understand what Frigga meant by her words, you trusted them - you trusted her. Perhaps, your time was coming.

* * *

“Oh, sh-ugar. I am so sorry...” You apologised, restraining yourself from muttering profanities, as you knew your mother would scold you all the way from Midgard if she knew you were swearing in front of a prince.

You’d been aimlessly wondering the halls of the palace, hoping to find somewhere to spend your afternoon before dinner started. It was safe to say you hadn’t exactly became friends with anyone yet. Sif seemed to still be warming up to you. You were lucky if you even caught a glimpse of Loki, as he hadn’t really made an appearance since the day you arrived. And as for Thor, he was usually out with his friends, doing things that you, a noble princess, wouldn’t be allowed to do.

However, at this exact moment, the god seemed to be rounding the corner of the hall at the same time as you, causing you bump straight into his hard chest. Feeling hands resting on your upper arms, you glanced up and locked eyes with the man in front of you.

“Do not apologise, Princess (Y/N).” Thor smiled. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, heat rising in your cheeks. “Yes, thank you, Prince Thor.”

His large hands trailed down to your elbows before he pulled them away, causing you to miss the warmth they briefly provided you with. “Are you heading somewhere?”

“Not anywhere in particular.” You shook your head. “Is there any chance you have something in mind to rid me of my boredom?”

A hearty laugh escaped his lips, unexpectedly causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “I must be leaving soon; there are matters involving the war on Midgard that my father wants me to deal with.”

The mention of Midgard sparked your curiosity. Why weren’t you informed of the update on the war? It was your realm, after all. “Matters? What sort of matters?”

“I’m not sure yet, but you shouldn’t worry about them, Princess (Y/N).”

“Why shouldn’t I worry?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is my realm we are discussing, is it not only fair I am just as informed as everyone else on the situation?”

Thor sighed. “You’re right, it isn’t fair that knowledge of the war is being kept from you. However, I am practically none the wiser. It’s my father you should ask, if you’re eager to know what’s going on.”

“Is it Hydra?” You mumbled. “Are they winning? Are they on their way over here?”

The god furrowed his brows. “How do you know their name?”

“Your mother, she told me that they were the ones starting the war. She seems to be the only one who doesn’t want to keep me in the dark.”

While your lips curved into a frown, you could feel Thor’s sympathetic gaze on you as yours dropped to the floor. “Please, do not pity me, Thor.”

At the realisation that you didn’t refer to him by his title, you sighed, playing with your fingers frustratedly. “Sorry, I meant to say Prince-”

“That’s okay,” He interrupted. “Prince Thor is rather formal, don’t you think? I’d prefer it if you just called me Thor.”

With a sad smile, you nodded. “Okay, Thor. I’m... I think I’m going to-”

“I’m sorry.” He cut you off again. “It’s not that my father wants to keep secrets from you. He just... there’s nothing you can do to help the matter, Princess (Y/N).”

You knew what that meant. Thor was going off to fight, and there was nothing you as an innocent princess could do to help. You couldn’t assist anyone in fighting, because that wasn’t your role. The same message in a thousand different phrases had been said to you enough for you to know what it meant.

Once again, you nodded, not feeling like you wanted to unleash your frustration on Thor at the moment. Uttering a goodbye, you started pacing down the hall again, hoping to find somewhere to calm down. This is why you preferred to be alone, why you rather liked being an only child - because whenever anyone was around you, they just loved to tell you what you can and mostly can’t do. In simple terms, you were useless.

Even though you didn’t think of yourself as useless, the word slowly started to dig its way into your mind every time you were told you couldn’t do anything. You knew that if anyone actually gave you the time of day, they would see that you weren’t just someone that had to be protected, but someone who could help protect others. However, you were sure that nobody was ever going to give you the chance you so desperately wanted - not anytime soon, at least.

You had no idea where your feet were carrying you, all you knew is that you needed to find somewhere quiet. Somewhere that you could be alone.

After around thirty seconds of walking, you found yourself stopping outside of what looked to be a library. Perfect. What place screams solitude and calmness more than a library?

Breathing a sigh of relief, you slowly made your way into the large room - emphasis on the word large. It was practically the same size as the dining room, maybe even bigger. Rows upon rows of bookshelves filled the room, apart from the smaller space in the centre of it, which contained two long sofas on either side of a dark wooden table. The smell of old books entered your nose, and it only added to the sense of comfort you felt when walking into the room. Perhaps this was a place you’d be spending a lot more of your time in.

In the midst of you taking in the beauty of the library, something caught your eye. Well, someone.

You hadn’t even noticed the figure to your far right, running a hand down the spine of a certain book on one of the shelves against the wall. His dark hair was tucked gently behind his ear on one side, and falling around his face on the other. It baffled you how different Thor and Loki were - they both looked like princes despite them completely contrasting each other appearance-wise.

It was then that it clicked in your mind. The green and gold aesthetic of the room, the numerous books that read ‘magic’ on the spine of them... this was Loki’s library.

“Can I be if any assistance to you, Princess? You’ve been staring for an awfully long time.” The prince spoke, pulling his hand away from the bookshelf and turning towards you.

His footsteps echoed as he slowly approached you, smirking at the blush arising on your cheeks. “I apologise, I wasn’t aware that this was your personal library.”

“How do you know it’s mine?” Loki questioned.

“Well, the wallpaper seems to match your... colour scheme.” Your eyes glanced back and forth between the room and his attire.

Loki let out a breathy chuckle. “May I ask what you’re doing in my library then, Princess?”

Usually, you wouldn’t roll your eyes at somebody you barely knew out of manners. However, everything that came out of this guy’s mouth virtually invited you to react in that way. “I just wanted to find a place where I could spend some time alone. Perhaps you could direct me to the public library, then?”

“And why would I do that?” He challenged, making you knit your brows together in a puzzled manner.

“Because I don’t know how to find it myself...?”

“I meant, why would I make you leave my library?”

You continued to speak confusedly. “You barely know me; I just assumed you wouldn’t want anyone else in here, especially some random princess from another realm.”

Loki’s eyes met yours briefly before he started walking towards the sofas in the middle of the room. “You shouldn’t make assumptions, Princess.”

“You don’t have to call me that, Loki.” You sighed, following after him. It registered to you that you made the same mistake as you did before with Thor - not addressing him with his title. But, you didn’t feel like you had to correct yourself. There wasn’t a nervous pit in your stomach with Loki like there was when you encountered Thor, and you liked that. You felt quite comfortable, despite only having one previous encounter with Loki.

“I know.” He replied nonchalantly, motioning for you to sit on one of the sofas while he sat on the opposite one to you. “Care for a drink?”

Before you could answer, a flash of green emerged from his palm, and a glass of something red formed in his hand. He placed the drink in front of you on the table. This was only the second time you’d seen him work his magic in front of you, so you tried to hide your surprised expression when you lifted the glass to your lips.

“I haven’t seen you at all since I first arrived. Is this where you’ve been hiding?” You challenged, causing the corner of his mouth to upturn.

“So you’re here because you missed me?”

“I offered to leave you alone, Loki, yet you told me to stay - perhaps you’re the one who missed me.”

Now it was Loki’s turn to roll his eyes before replying to your question. “I haven’t been hiding. I didn’t think you would notice my lack of presence, in all honesty.”

You sighed. “Well, you’re the only person I’ve had a decent conversation with this week. One that didn’t involve war and secrets.”

There was a pause before Loki spoke up again. “What about my brother? Has he not... charmed you yet?”

You scoffed, taking another sip of your drink. “No, he hasn’t charmed me. Why would you think that?”

Loki shrugged, leaning back in his seat. “I just thought he’d taken quite a liking to you, Princess, and perhaps you reciprocated the feeling.”

“Are you trying to set me up with your brother, Loki?” The god just responded with a glare, shaking his head. The idea never crossed your mind that Thor might be interested in you. Like you said, you hadn’t seen much of Thor since he was out of the kingdom a lot, but the warm smile he offered you every time you passed him in the halls and his friendliness towards you didn’t go unnoticed. You assumed he was just being, well, friendly.

“Whether he is interested or not, that isn’t something I’m looking for at the moment. It’s not even really up to me, it would be my parents deciding that matter. Besides, I think he’s still hiding things from me about the war, even if he’s claiming to know no more than I do.”

“Whatever he isn’t telling you, I’m sure he’s only keeping it from you to protect you.” Loki said quietly, provoking you to sigh at his words.

“That’s just it, Loki. I’m tired of being seen as a little girl who needs protecting from the world.” You spoke even quieter than he did, surprised at yourself for confiding so easily in him. “Do you think that’s unreasonable?”

The god moved his gaze from his glass on the table to lock eyes with you, noticing the glint of sadness and frustration in them immediately. He knew you weren’t what his father thought you were - a helpless princess in need of saving. Loki knew that wasn’t you. And he wanted to know you beyond that stereotype, who you actually were under the expensive royal clothing and perfect princess persona you faked.

“No,” His blue eyes bored into yours. “I don’t think that’s unreasonable at all.”

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