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Tragic Kingdom part 2

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All night Loki laid awake mulling over your brief but painful conversation. He couldn’t think of you as a sexual being. That’s the only way he could stop himself from doing something that would ruin your relationship. That’s not to say he didn’t notice when you started taking on a more feminine shape. He definitely let his gaze linger over the swell of your breasts on more than one occasion. But his jealousy began to gnaw at him.

He let his mind wander thinking about what you might be doing. Was he gentle with you? Would he take his time? Would you melt in his arms like you did on the dance floor? He tried to force himself to sleep. To push the thoughts out of his head. He would drive himself mad if he didn’t stop thinking of you. Finally his body was too exhausted to stay awake. He dreamt of you in the throes of passion but it was he who made you cry out. It was as if his brain was issuing a challenge. Now you were the only person who would occupy his thoughts. He had to have you to satisfy his curiosity.

The next morning Loki set out to find you but not before seeking out Elanora first. She was enjoying breakfast with her friends when he tracked her down. “Girls! You all look ravishing this morning. Had a good time last night?” He could sense Eleanora's ire as soon as he mentioned the feast.

“Not as much fun as Lady Y/N and Fandral had. He was seen sneaking out of her room this morning.” She huffed when Loki laughed.

“Oh my. Wasn’t he your intended?” Loki knew exactly what he was doing.

“Was and is, your Highness. We have been betrothed since birth.”

“Then what, pray tell, was he doing in her chambers I wonder? It would be a shame if Fandral was to be reminded of his obligations.” With that he was up from the table to let the seeds he planted blossom into a full blown scandal. He could not have been more pleased with himself.

You were in with your mother and Frigga working on a spell. “Good morning, ladies.” He beamed until he saw your face. You were positively glowing. The nerve of you.

“Good morning, dear. Come see what y/n has concocted. She’s perfected Astrid’s healing elixir. It will treat your wounds twice as fast.” Frigga flashed a knowing smile at you and Astrid. “I suspect this has something to do with her new dance partner. This will ensure he always comes back safely” Your face snapped into abject terror when she mentioned Fandral. Your eyes were fixed on Loki who was smiling which could never be a good omen.

“Allmother, my apologies but Fandral and I are only friends.”

“No need to be coy, girl. Tell us. How was it?”

You dared not look up from your workspace. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you. “How was what?”

“I’ve heard that Fandral is an excellent dancer.” Your mother chimed in. She and Frigga giggled like school girls. You were mortified.

“He is quite graceful with his sword.” They laughed harder and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You closed your eyes trying to drown them out. The sound of glass breaking broke you out of your trance. When you turned around Loki was staring at his hand that was dripping with fresh blood.

“How ever did that happen?“ Frigga grabbed a cloth to put pressure on his wound. In the commotion you slipped out and vanished yourself so you could make it to the library without notice. You hid deep in the stacks praying Loki would not follow but, alas, your prayers fell on deaf ears.

“Your elixir worked.” He held up his hand showing only a trace of a pink scar on his palm.

“So it did. But then I never doubted myself.”

He sat behind you in the large tufted chair as he had done so many times. This time felt different. His movements were predatory. You tried to scoot away but he snaked an arm around your waist and drew you closer. He pressed his nose in your hair and inhaled. “You smell different.”

“How do I smell?” You tried to sound more confident than you felt.

“You smell like sex. Like your body and his body. Like sweat and sæd.” He ran his nose down the length of your neck, “I can smell him everywhere.” It was odd that any traces were left as you scrubbed yourself clean only this morning.

“Why do you care?” He went completely still but didn’t move away from you, allowing his lips to brush against your skin. He stayed quiet for far too long. “Honestly, Loki. Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be happy that I’ve found someone? That I’ll no longer be pining after you?”

“I rather enjoy your pining.” His truthfulness was welcomed but made you no less angry. “I am jealous that another man is the cause of your happiness.” He planted soft kisses on the junction between your neck and shoulder. One hand splayed over your tummy while the other hiked up your dress. Was this happening? You’ve wanted this for so long but now it seems wrong.

“What are you doing?” you breathed. The air chilled your exposed cunt. He kneaded your thighs still kissing his way down to your collarbone.

“I’m making you happy.” One finger grazed your swollen lips. “This is what you want isn’t it? What you’ve dreamed of leaving you needy and aching wishing I would take you. I’m claiming what’s mine now, pet.”

Your chest heaved, “Loki, stop. Fandral and I…” he slapped your cunt hard making you yelp.

“Do not mention him again. You belong to me.” You were now beyond angry. You conjured as much seiðr as possible, pushing his hands away and pinning them at his sides. In one fluid motion you flung yourself from the chair. Your magic crept up his body and tightened like a noose around his neck.

“How dare you lay some ridiculous claim on me? Despite what his highness believes, I was not placed in this realm solely for your amusement.”

You loosened your grip, fixed your dress and started to leave, “Where are you going? Wait! I’m so sorry, kjære. Please.” You froze. His voice was desperate. He could have apologized. He could have thrown himself at your feet begging for mercy. But that wouldn’t be Loki at all. “This is your fault, you know. If you had done as you were told in the first place you would have never seen me thus never ending up with Fandral in your bed.”

Your eyes glowed a deep amber as if flames licked your pupils. With all your seiðr you toppled a huge shelf just behind him. “Next time I won’t miss.”

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Loki was shaken. This is precisely why he avoided anything further with you. He’s mucked everything up royally. For days he tried to apologize. He sent you gifts which you sent back. He tried sitting with you in the library but, as soon as he would sit down, you would leave. He resorted to the last thing he could think of. When you were barely teenagers, any time the two of you were in trouble (which was often) you would magically send each other letters. If he played it right, this may work. He poured his heart onto the paper. He begged you to forgive him. Promised he would never stand in the way of your happiness again. He spritzed the paper with spices and sent the letter whooshing away to your room. Later when he retired for the evening, he was pleased to see an envelope on his doorstep. He rushed inside to read it only to see his own handwriting staring back at him. Before he could fully open it, the whole thing went up in flames.

The worst part about this whole debacle was that you and Fandral no longer hid your relationship. You were the picture perfect couple in court. Fandral was often seen schmoozing with your father. And, according to all of Loki’s spies, the two of you made love on anything that was standing still. It was frankly obscene. It seemed you were not far off from receiving a marriage proposal.The thought of you belonging to someone else was maddening though he supposed he could live with it so long as your relationship went back to normal. He was determined to smooth this whole thing over if you would only speak to him.

Perhaps a little distance would be good for clearing your head. In the morning he and his brethren would leave for battle. Usually you would be latched on to him begging for his safe return. Tonight he supposed you were with Fandral. If he could get through the next several days without disemboweling the man, he could survive the rest of eternity watching you love someone else.

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The feast tonight was expected to be especially raucous. Thor, The Warriors Three, Lady Sif and Loki were returning from another realm. They were sent by Odin himself. It was a harrowing battle but all involved parties returned virtually unharmed. You were on edge for days waiting for your love to fall into your arms. Some of the ladies of the court met them at the end of the Bifrost bridge to present them with flowers and to usher them into their awaiting banquet. You waited on the edge of the crowd in your prettiest gown adorned with teardrop shaped jewels. Everyone just knew this was the night Fandral would ask for your hand.

When they approached the crowd, Fandral was the only one not smiling. You tried to meet his eyes but he only looked away. After the Allfather’s speech the group dispersed seeking out their families. You waited for him to come to you but he stopped just short walking right into the waiting arms of Eleanora. Your heart shattered. Your mother and Frigga saw the exchange and ushered you into Frigga’s gardens away from the crowd. As soon as you were out of sight you collapsed into your mother’s lap. They tried to comfort you to no avail. Your mother walked you back to your room where Fandral was waiting.

“Should I stay?” your mother whispered.

“I’ll be fine, mother. “ she kissed your cheek and left the two of you alone.

“I owe you an explanation.” His eyes were rimmed red as if he had either been crying or drinking. Maybe both by the looks of him. “While we were away, a deal was made. Nora’s father and my father are old friends. Served in the same battalion. I received word a day or so after we left. I did not have the heart to tell you in a letter.” Without warning you slapped him. He held his cheek dampened by fresh tears.

“Please leave.” You turned away from him staring into the fireplace. He didn’t budge.

“I know you’ll never forgive me. Please know this was not my doing. I want you and only you for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/n. Look at me.” He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into your belly. “Please don’t hate me.” You carded your hands through his hair, shushing him quietly.

You had no tears left only blind rage. You knew Loki was behind this. Once Fandral left you cleaned yourself up and intended to walk into the great hall with dignity and grace. However when you saw Lok smirking at you, all of that went out the window. You lunged at him wielding a small blade aimed for his throat. “I know it was you! I know you did this!” Thor was on his feet to wrestle you away from Loki. You were much stronger than you looked.

“Have you gone mad?!” Loki shouted.

“Calm down, little sister.” Thor held you tight to his chest while Loki rid you of your knife. Rivulets of crimson ran down Loki’s cheek where the tip of your blade caught him. They dragged you outside despite your thrashing. You placed your hand on Thor’s arm, heating it with your seiðr to force him to let you go. “Y/n, stop!” he shouted.

“I’m stopping.” he grabbed for you again, “I’m stopping!“ The adrenaline left your body making your knees weak. Loki caught you and brought you down gently rocking you in his lap. Thor went back into the hall to fetch you some water. The whole crowd turned their heads to see if more drama would unfold. Fandral was on his feet ready to go after you but Elanora stopped him. The poor fellow looked like he had seen a ghost. His bride, looking quite satisfied with herself, whispered to Thor, “Tell Loki I am forever in his debt.” He had to hold it together. In your state you may actually kill his brother if you were certain of the truth.

The brothers helped you to your room staying behind until you fell asleep. Loki quietly closed your door and retired in the drawing room with Thor.

“Some night.” Loki chuckled as he poured himself a drink.

“Why is Elanora forever in your debt?” The fire kept his face aglow allowing Loki to see how furious Thor was. “Tell me she was just trying to get under my skin, brother. Tell me you didn’t gut the one person in this realm you can still call a friend.”

“It was for her own good.” Thor was out of the chair pinning Loki to a wall.

“How can breaking her heart possibly be for her own good, you selfish little prick? You don’t even want her, Loki. You just can’t stand your prize in the arms of another. Well congratulations, brother. I hope you are satisfied.” In the tussle they didn’t hear you creep out of your bedroom.

“Well, are you? Are you satisfied?“ Thor took one look at the embers glowing in your eyes and thought it best to get out of your way. “Good night, Thor.”

“You deserve everything you get, brother.” He patted you on the back and left.

“Answer me, Loki. Are you satisfied with yourself?” You retain your nerve as he backs slowly away from you. You are beyond apologies and forgiveness. You want pain. All of the pain that you feel right now doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to the hurt little boy who is standing in front of you. You did nothing to deserve his wrath other than love him, follow him around like a puppy and, when he told you he didn’t want you, you moved on. His selfishness knows no bounds.

“I had no idea, when I put things in motion, that you and Fandral would fall in love. When you went back to your room the night of your first feast I was hurt. I...I….I was angry. You rejected me. The next morning before I went to the garden, I saw Eleanora. I only planted the seed. She ran with the idea. But I didn’t know she had spoken to her father before we left. I thought she would just go to Fandral herself.” He walked towards you trying to make some kind of contact. Something to know that you were still with him. You would not allow him to touch you.

“But we did fall in love. We were happy. How could you?” The tears came again but this time for you and Loki. The two of you were inseparable and now you were unsure if you could ever forgive him.

“Please, Kjære. I’ll make this right. I’ll fix it. I have no purpose without you. You are my other half. My twin. Please.” He held you and you had no more fight inside of your body to stop him. The two of you sobbed clutching each other for several moments until your resolve grew and you were able to speak again.

“You have to leave, Loki.”

“No. Not until you forgive me.” The air was still. Silent save for a few sniffles.

You remove yourself from his grasp and walk back towards your bedroom. “I’ll never forgive you.”

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Over the next several months you were a ghost to most of the palace. Your work was the only thing you cared about besides growing your seiðr. You intended to be the most powerful witch in this realm next to Frigga.

Eleanora and Fandral’s wedding was happening soon. There were many parties and festivities surrounding the day. Of course, because of your parents, your family was invited to every event. Odin pardoned your father from attending for your honor. To avoid scandal, they went anyway. Any time they were announced, Fandral would perk up hoping to hear your name with theirs. You would never show your face.

He dreamed of running away with you. To travel to a far off realm where you wouldn’t be found and live a simple happy life surrounded by children. They were only dreams. The only certainty he had was that one day he would be sent to battle and may not return. The sweet release of death sounded much better than having to see your face. No matter how much you tried to hide from him, your paths seemed to cross. It was torturous. Out of sheer desperation he went to Loki to ask for his help.

“Use your magic. Please. Make me forget that I’m in love with her. You owe me this. You are the cause of our agony.” His grief was overwhelming.

“I cannot make it go away but I can dull the ache. It will help you to move on.” Loki placed his hands on either side of Fandral’s face and whispered an incantation. He felt lighter and, for the first time, free. You were still in his thoughts but they hurt far less.

The next time you saw each other, Fandral smiled and waved as if you had never been together. Your heart felt like it was plunged into ice water. That night you sat on your balcony listening to the whole court cheer as the happy couple sealed their union with a kiss. At that moment, you declared your mourning period over. The next morning you asked your father and mother to find you a suitable arrangement hopefully with a husband from another realm.

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