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Tragic Kingdom

(I know the above gif is from OUAT. Don't come for me. I like Josh Dallas more than Zachary Levi)

I have been writing this for a while and was afraid to post it because it is a bit self indulgent. But, that's why we write this stuff right? Anyway. Here it is. WARNINGS: 18+ please.

I have been writing this story for months and I have no idea where I'm going but here it is.

The day you were born there was a terrible storm. The palace midwives had to deliver you under flickering lamplight through fierce winds. They say when you let out your first cry, there was a clap of thunder so loud the walls shook. Your mother swore it was your seiðr passing through the heavens into your tiny body. The magic was the very same practiced by her and all her mothers before her.

In another room entirely at the breast of his nurse was Loki. When the thunder boomed he smiled and clapped as though he was waiting for you. And perhaps, if midwives and nurses were to be believed, the little Prince was doing just that. Waiting for his partner in crime.

And what a fright the two of you were. As babbling toddlers you terrorized any young nurse who dared to manage you. If Loki wasn’t cloning himself you were vanishing into thin air. By the end of their shift some of the poor dears left shaking. It got to a point that Frigga herself had to bind your powers until you were mature enough to wield them.

Even without powers you managed to create all sorts of chaos. Loki truly earned his moniker as the god of mischief. You happily followed along with every prank he came up with. Torturing Thor was among your favorite games. You meant no harm really. And, your little self couldn’t do much damage to him anyway. Of course the older boy took it in stride and doled out just as much torture as you. You supposed this is what it felt like to have siblings.

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You were the only child Kasper and Astrid bore. Kasper was Odin’s top general for millennia and his most trusted adviser. It was only natural for Astrid and Frigga to be just as close. Both women hailed from magical backgrounds and spent hours toiling until their husbands arrived home from battle. Astrid was a formidable healer and managed the entire fleet. There wasn’t a healer in the realm who didn’t learn at her hand.

The time had come for you to begin your apprenticeship with your mother and Frigga and Loki would begin taking on the duties of a Prince. You spent hours learning about herbs and spells while Loki learned military strategy and swordsmanship. At the end of the day, you would meet in the library to debrief.

“I trained with a broadsword today. Too short. I’d like one with at least three fullers and a lighter steel. Better for thrusting and slashing. What did you do today?” He was genuinely interested to learn what you learned. While knives and swords were infinitely more entertaining than lying about all day, he missed his mother. He missed you.

You couldn’t hide your jealousy from Loki. You begged your father mercilessly to allow you to train. He dismissed your requests and sent you back to your mother. No place for a lady is all he said. Loki tried to hide his smile when he saw the anger build in your face, “Oh it was fascinating. I learned all about wolfsbane and it’s proper care and handling.” You rolled your eyes, “Not all of us can have as joyous a day as you, my prince.”

“Don’t be a brat. Be grateful that you have a purpose more important than simply marrying and bearing children. Though, I suppose that is expected of you as well.” He rested his chin on your shoulder pulling you in tight against his body.

Your whole face flushed at the gesture. You’ve always carried feelings for Loki though you’d never admit to them. It never occurred to you that you wanted more until he began dating. And the term “dating” is used rather loosely. Loki would bed anyone and anything warm blooded. To the outward observer, Loki is a cold and cunning miscreant who left a trail of broken hearts. There wasn’t a chambermaid in the palace who hadn’t warmed his bed. Loki developed quite the reputation. With you, he was always gentle and, in private, he cherished you. You knew Loki would likely never marry outside of the realm. Thor was the heir to the throne so his future bride would need to be someone of great political stature to strengthen the realms. Loki could marry whomever he chose. It was always in the back of your mother’s mind that you would marry Loki uniting your two families for a lifetime. However, as Loki’s trysts became public knowledge, your father shut down those thoughts. He never wanted you to be disrespected and Loki was nothing if not a scoundrel. In your heart of hearts you held out hope that maybe an arrangement could be made. Loki wouldn’t hear of it. The whole institution of marriage was abhorrent to him. Loki has a long life ahead of him and he intends to live it to the fullest.

“You could ask for my hand. That way we don’t have to worry about all the trappings of marriage.” He kissed your temple and squeezed you tighter.

“But don’t you want to marry for love, kjære?”

That stung. You and Loki adored each other, sure. But he clearly had no romantic thoughts for you. “Don’t we love each other?” you asked to test the waters. “I love you.”

With a deep sigh he nuzzled your hair, “I do love you. Have since you were born. But not the way your husband would. Not the way you deserve to be loved.”

Before you died of embarrassment you pulled away from him and went back to your book. “What I deserve is to choose the way I live my life. Lady Sif has started to train with the rest of the soldiers. Why can’t I?”

“Lady Sif is a brute. Her talents are with a sword. While you are brilliant with a blade you’re far more effective with your magic.”

“Sif’s more effective with what’s between her legs. Perhaps I should put myself to use in the same way to get what I want.” For a split second you thought you saw Loki blush. Anger bubbled in your chest at his physical admission to their relationship. “Point proven.” You poked at his cheek and he batted your hand away.

“Speaking of poor decisions, I’m off to the feast. Don’t stay up too late, pet.” He kissed your forehead and got up from the table.

“Can I come? Please, Loki. I never get to go to the feasts.”

His eyes widened, “Your father would have my head. Drunken debauchery is absolutely no place for you. Good girls who want husbands don’t attend parties.”

You rolled your eyes as he bounced excitedly from the room. “Lady Sif gets to go!” You yelled after him.

“Exactly my point.” he bellowed from the hall.

You were sick and tired of being treated like a child. If it were up to Loki, you’d be locked in a tower nose buried in a book until it was time for you to court. You wondered if Loki ever gave any real thought that you would marry. Not that your endless studying would do you any good. Most men didn’t appreciate women who were smarter than them. Men didn’t want rousing debates with their wives. Even Loki didn’t seem to find that attractive. If he had, you’d be together.

You stayed up for several more hours. When your eyes couldn’t keep open any longer you went back to your room. On the way you heard giggling and stumbling feet. You hid behind a column only to see Loki and your chambermaid carrying on together. You stilled yourself trying to be invisible as you watched her drop to her knees.

You wished he wanted you that way. Longed to be the one making him throw his head back and moan your name. You forgot yourself for a moment and slowly crept out of your hiding space to get a better look. Loki caught sight of you and froze in his movements. He quickly concealed his erection still panting with lust blown pupils. His cheeks were flushed and his hair wild. “My lady, you shouldn’t be out at this hour. Go to bed.” he commanded. He had the gall to order you back to your room as if he had any such authority to do so. You were mortified. With a clenched throat and tears in your eyes you stumbled over an apology.

“I…I’m sorry, my Prince.” You ran to your room not daring to look back at them. Tears streamed hot down your cheeks as you sobbed into your pillow. He spoke to you in the same manner as a parent would speak to their child.

Moments later you heard him tapping on your door. You hid under your covers pretending to be asleep. What could he have possibly wanted? He absolutely wouldn’t apologize. Likely he was coming to scold you for interrupting. You planned to avoid him the next day.

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When your chambermaid entered the next morning you were already dressed and out of bed. You barely acknowledged her when she said good morning. She set your tea and breakfast on the table and picked up the tools she needed to style your hair. “That’ll be all Hanna.” You had never been so short with her before. She thought it best to apologize for last night.

“My lady, I want to say I’m sorry for my behavior. It was not appropriate. It will not happen again.” She looked genuinely sorry but you were still fuming.

“Hanna, how you spend your free time is not of my concern. However, I do expect a certain level of decorum. Anyone else would have relieved you of your duties. If you prefer to….handle Prince Loki, I’ll allow it. If you wish to continue your time with me I will never know of your escapades again. Am I clear?”

Her lip quivered, “Yes, ma’am.” She lowered her head and made haste out of your room. Hanna passed Fandral walking through the hallway. “My lord.” Her voice shook.

He chuckled to himself recalling Loki’s story at the stables this morning of how he was discovered. When you came striding out nose high in the air, Fandral couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “Did you make poor Hanna cry, my lady?”

“I’m sure I do not know what you mean, my lord. Good day.” Your pace quickened towards the library.

He grabbed your arm, turning you on your heels. “As vicious as she is beautiful. Come now. You mustn’t blame poor Hanna when the one you’re really angry with is Loki.”

“I’m not angry with anyone. Why would I have any reason to be angry? I don’t own Loki. We’re not betrothed. He does as he wishes.”

His eyes softened, “Because you’re in love with him. Everyone sees it. The way you moon over him is adorable.”

You square your shoulders and step out of his grasp, “My feelings, sir, are my business. I am sure you have far more important things to attend to this morning. Now if I may take my leave.”

He held his hands up in surrender as you stomped away. “For what it’s worth I think he is mad to ignore a fine creature such as yourself. Any man would be blessed by the gods to be yours.”

“And I suppose you know such a man?” You were speaking in jest but genuinely wished he would make a move. All of Thor and Loki’s friends were nice enough to you but Fandral relentlessly flirted with you. It always drove Loki crazy that the blonde was so brazen which amused Fandral endlessly. At first the flirting was just to get under Loki’s skin but, as you blossomed a little more, he found himself getting a little flustered in your presence. You enjoyed the attention especially from him.

“Dare I dream that man could be me?”

“There’s no harm in dreaming.” You winked at him and hurried away to the library leaving behind a very hopeful gentleman.

Surely everyone doesn’t know how you feel. To think you were that obvious. The library was mercifully empty at this time of morning. The words blurred on the page through the angry tears that were trying to escape. It was impossible to focus.

If Fandral knew about this incident then they must talk about you often. Norns! Did they laugh about you? You must seem so puerile that it is hard to take you seriously as their peer, much less a woman with whom any man would want a romance.

It occurred to you that you had never dared to ask about attending parties because Loki made you think your father would hang him for taking you. You knew better. You were an adult. It wasn’t as though your parents locked you away in a dark tower. Loki wanted to keep you tucked away for himself. You were his little treasure. It was about damn time you stepped out on your own and out of his shadow. Tonight you would feast and dance and drink like the lot of them. Loki be damned.

You went back toward the armory where Fandral would be. He set your thoughts in motion. He could at least help you prepare for this evening. Everyone would expect you to be awkward never once leaving Loki’s side. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. At least you knew you had an ally in Fandral.

He spotted you with an arrogant twinkle in his eye, “Have you come to put me in my place again?”

“No,” your fingers knotted together, “I am coming to the feast tonight and I don’t know how to dance. Will you teach me?” He would have laughed had you not been so embarrassed.

“I would be honored.” He held out his hand and bowed. You took it with great trepidation but you relaxed under his gaze. He was warm and tender and, most importantly, patient. There was no music so he hummed to keep time. Once you were confident enough you halted your practice.

“Am I horrible? Be honest.” Your forehead glistened with sweat that you dabbed away with your sleeve.

“You are a quick study. Very light on your feet. Should you feel nervous this evening, I shall be elated to sweep you around the dance floor.” You bowed to each other once more and did not immediately drop hands. For a fleeting second, you stared into each other’s eyes. His gentleness is what reeled you in to this moment. This moment where you no longer cared about Loki and hidden feelings. They no longer served you. Not when you were staring into the kind eyes of this golden boy.

His hand fell to the small of your back and just when your lips were about to touch, Loki and Thor bounded into the room. You giggled nervously and murmured something unintelligible as you ran from the room.

Fandral pretended as though nothing was amiss though the tension was palpable. The god circled him, sizing him up poised for action. “What exactly was lady Y/n doing here?”

Fandral squared his shoulders, “She asked me to teach her to dance. She didn’t want to embarrass herself at the feast this evening.”

A million things ran through Loki’s head all of which were ways to keep you away. He didn’t want you to see him with another woman. Before last night, you had never seen him with anyone else. He was so careful to keep you separated from the drunken embarrassment everyone painted him to be. With you he did not have to keep up appearances. He closed the space between himself and Fandral speaking in a low toneless voice, “If I ever catch you with your hands on her again, you will beg for death. Am I clear?”

Fandral inched closer so they were nearly touching. He felt compelled to defend your honor. “She doesn’t belong to you.” Loki seethed with anger. The thought of you with a man made him sick. “You are either blind or unbelievably cruel to ignore her feelings. I should think it’s the latter.”

It wasn’t as though he never thought of bedding you. You had blossomed into a beautiful woman right before his very eyes. He would be foolish not to think of you that way. Loki thought himself incapable of loving anyone. To think of treating you as he treated others made him sick. Furthermore, if he gave in to your feelings, he was scared you would want more from him. More than he was able to give. He always thought the Norns made you for him. The other half of his soul. His most treasured gift. You were his. And, because you love him so completely, you would remain a constant in his life. It seemed you grew tired of him keeping you for himself and now you were moving on. He could not bear the thought of you belonging to someone else. If physical intimacy was what you needed to keep you, he would give it to you.

He barged into your room only to find Hanna setting out your night clothes. “Prince Loki. My lady has gone for the evening.” She moved to touch him, looking at him through her lashes poised to pleasure him when he caught her wrist. Her face fell, “My apologies. I thought…”

“Do you know where she went?” His voice was deadly cold.

“The banquet hall.” She stuttered. He flew out of your chambers to the hall to find you. He fully expected you to be huddled in the corner but you were doing the exact opposite. In a blush colored frock split down to your navel, you laughed and drank with the rest of the crew. You did not even bother to look up when he cleared his throat to announce himself. Fandral straightened his spine making eye contact with him and flashed a debonair smile his way.

The musicians began playing a spirited tune perfect for showing off your new moves. “My lord?” You held out your hand to the blonde who accepted with a laugh. Loki glared at the two of you, fire snapping in his gaze. You were not nervous or timid but confident and, dare he think it, graceful.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, my lady.” As Fandral whisked you round the floor, the rest of the group was silent. If looks could kill, the two of you would be corpses. Just as practiced, the two of you bounced and swished through the song smiling and giggling the whole time. Before you could catch your breath the music slowed and, instead of sitting down, he pulled you close. “It’s just a simple box step. Follow my lead. 1..2..3….1..2..3…” You rested your head on his shoulder allowing him to touch you. The tension you felt earlier was mounting again, knotting in your belly. He felt it too. You gazed up at him, wet your lips and let your eyes flutter closed. If he kissed you in front of Loki, he would be dead before he knew what hit him. The song ended and he bowed. The look on your face made his heart lurch.

“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice was small and hurt. He knew nothing at this moment other than he never wanted to cause you pain again.

“No, my darling. You were wonderful. We cannot do this here. Too many judging eyes.” You followed his glances to see Loki seething at one table and Elanora (Fandral’a former lover) pouting at another. “I want nothing more than to kiss you until you are void of breath. We just have to be smart. We’ll stay for a little while longer then slip out when they’re all good and drunk.” You nodded and headed back to the table.

Waiting for the perfect moment was tricky. Loki didn’t seem to be drinking as heartily as usual and he had no women to entertain. He watched you share stolen glances and secret touches with Fandral the whole night. Everyone did. Even Volstagg who was usually blissfully unaware of anyone but himself. He leaned in to speak in his friend’s ear. “I hope you know what you are doing, my friend. You know Loki’s pet is off limits.”

Fandral tamped down his anger with another swallow of his drink, “Lady Y/N is no one’s pet. She does as she chooses and tonight, she has finally chosen me. Loki can find another plaything.”

With a hearty laugh Volstagg slapped his brother on the back, “You finally wore her down I see.” The entire table turned to look at him. Fandral coughed and shot you an apologetic look. If your plan was to make Loki die of jealousy it was working. He would have Fandral banished for this.

After several more rounds you grew tired of waiting and took your leave. You offered a quick and quiet good evening, careful to catch Fandral’s eye. He nodded as Thor helped you out of the crowd. Loki was nowhere to be seen

The plan was to go back to your room where Fandral would meet you. No sooner did you make it out of the door did you feel Loki’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You jumped at his touch but he didn’t relent.

“I’ll walk you back.”

“I am sure I can manage.”

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” You tried to look past him praying Fandral stayed put. “Kjære, answer me.”

“I am embarrassed. I have always known of your proclivities but to see you with another woman caused me more pain than I can stand.” Fandral slipped out of the door and to your room undetected. You let out the breath you were holding once he was out of view.

“Why haven’t you said anything? Why haven’t you told me how you feel?” His breath tickled your forehead. He kissed you so tenderly that you nearly forgot what you were doing. On any other night, you would play right into Loki’s hands. He would give you just enough to keep you hanging on. Not tonight. Tonight you would not have to wish for love. It was already waiting for you.

“What would have changed? You have no feelings for me. You said as much in the library. You don’t love me the way I deserve.”

“I do not wish to ruin us. You are far too precious to me. But, if fucking you into oblivion would make you happy, I will endeavor to do just that.” He kissed you on your cheek then hovered in front of your lips where you stopped him.

“Will you be any more in love with me afterwards?” He had no answer because he honestly did not know. With that, you gently removed his hands from your waist and walked away without looking back. For the first time in years, Loki went to bed alone lost in thought.

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Fandral paced the length of your room until he heard your soft footfalls. This was madness. He was explicitly forbidden from touching you. Loki will see him hanged for this. Then again, when has he ever done anything someone told him to do? He genuinely enjoyed your company. And, if you’ll allow him, he will worship every inch of you.

Your cheeks were rosy and your breast heaved from running. “I thought he would never let me go.” Fandral’s hands were finally on you and you could barely catch your breath. He kissed his way up the column of your neck savoring the sweet sting of alcohol still lingering on your breath. You felt more aroused in this moment than you had in your entire life. You whimpered as he sucked at your pulse.

“What do you want? Tell me and I will make it so.” His breath was hot against your skin. You could not begin to answer the question. Your knowledge of sex was limited to say the least.

“I’ll follow your lead, my lord.” He removed his tunic and freed his swollen member. You reached out to touch it, making him hiss. Holding your hand he guided yours up and down his shaft making sure to gather as much of his leaking seed as lubricant.

“Yes, my darling. You are doing so well.” The more he moaned the faster you went relishing the power this held. He stopped you when it became too much. His hands made quick work of unclasping the back of your dress freeing your breasts where he buried his face. His hands roamed and explored your body touching every soft curve. You were panting with need

“Please…oh my…” Through your silken splendor his fingers worked up a rhythm that had you pleading for relief. He slipped off your dress the rest of the way and led you to your bed, never breaking contact. A low wail left your lips as the knot in your belly broke. You could have stopped right there but he was hardly finished.

“Is this your first time?” He asked in between kisses. You nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head quickly “no”. He chuckled at your admission. “I am going to go slow. If it’s too much…”

“Fuck me.” You whispered in his ear. That’s all he needed. He eased into your soaked core feeling every velvety inch of you. You both groaned at the sensation. It wasn’t long before your pleasure built. His hand slotted between your bodies working your clit bringing you both to your end. He pulled out quickly keeping his pace on the tiny little button as he released in hot spurts over your tummy and breasts while you whined and mewled through your own release in his hand.

He collapsed onto the bed and kissed you so deeply that it truly felt as though he had stolen your breath. Fandral kept his promises.

Your limbs felt heavy and your eyelids started to droop. “It’s almost dawn. I wish I could lie in your arms forever but I should go before we’re caught.” He dressed enough to slip through the halls.

“Thank you for tonight.” You smiled lazily at him as you burrowed under your blankets.

“I assure you, my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He kissed you once more, “Until we meet again.”

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