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wanderingworldwarrior · 3 years

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Of Twisted Emotions - Chapter Twenty-Five: Judgment

Loki has little interest in the prison’s ongoings. Time seems to pass in a blur, leaving smudges in his memories.

His name, though, he still reacts to that when he so chooses. And when he hears it bellowed from across the hall, his gaze is drawn towards the vaguely familiar voice.

The man is spitting mad as soon as he catches sight of Loki. He violently jerks against his wrist restraints as he attempts to throw his guards and barrel towards the imprisoned Asgardian. He looks wild and unwell (though admittedly not as unwell as the prince himself), and yet Loki recognizes him.

Halvar cannot stop himself from swearing at the wretched prince. He has forgotten where he is and where he marches, each step closer to his sentencing. All that he has lost forces itself to the forefront of his thoughts, and he stares at Loki, the man who watched as he stepped backwards off the Rainbow Bridge.

“Wicked, vile bastard! Traitor! Loki!” Halvar ignores the demands of the guards as he gives voice to his rage. “He’ll have your head! He’ll order your flesh stripped from your bones! I cannot wait for the day!”

“Ha!” Loki does not bother to rise from his seated position on the floor. The idiotic barbarian is not worth the effort. “Hold a moment, men. The mongrel wishes to speak. It’s only right to let a dead man voice his final grievances.”

“We don’t take orders from you anymore,” one of the guards says, but another speaks at the exact same time, exclaiming, “Yes, my lord!”

The pair looks towards one another, conflicted. The rest of the guards waver, eyes darting between Halvar and Loki.

Halvar cackles, the sound echoing in the dungeon halls and riling up nearby prisoners. “I am no dead man!”

“You are naïve, you bumbling oaf,” Loki says. “Each step you take is towards death.”

“He’ll come for me,” Halvar says, beady eyes reflecting the golden barrier’s light. “He promised. Asgard’s palace will be fenced with pikes, a head for each.”

“And who doesn’t make empty promises when the need suits them?” Loki asks, laughing once more. It feels surprisingly good to laugh. “Thanos does not care about the life of an insignificant pawn.”

“You speak of yourself!” Halvar exclaims through a manic smile of bared teeth. He jerks his arm out of a guard’s grasp. “You failed him, not I!”

“And you are assuredly a beacon of success,” Loki says, noticeably surveying the Asgardians surrounding Halvar. “You’re a fool to make these claims. There is no rescue waiting for you, barbarian. Only Odin, who is surely running short on mercy.”

“Move it!” a guard demands, shoving Halvar in the back. He staggers a few paces, his neck craned towards Loki, straining.

“You’re known for your lies, Trickster! You cannot shake my faith! Thanos has a plan, and you are meant to be snuffed out before its completion!”

Loki fixes him with a cold stare. “A trickster, yes, though I do not only speak in lies. Listen well, for here is your truth. You will die, Halvar Magnuson. And you will die alone, by the hand of Odin.”

Halvar laughs.

He laughs as the guards drag him away.

He laughs as he climbs from the depths of Asgard’s dungeons.

And when he reaches the end of his march, standing before the Allfather’s throne, Halvar’s laugh dies with him.

- - -

You can feel Loki’s thoughts at the back of your mind. Hints of words that will surely come through clearly if you focus on them. He gives you a choice, and your decision is solid.

You continue to shut him out.

You aren’t ready. Not yet.

You’re too preoccupied with other thoughts, as it is. You’ve been waiting outside of the throne room doors, palace guards on either side of you. They accompanied you from the infirmary. You had been expecting them for a while now, and have not spoken a word since they cuffed you.

It is undignified, but you know why it must be so.

Asmund is preparing to leave when the grand doors open once more. When he sees you, his feet still.

He had been asked to attend Halvar’s sentencing and give testimony as a witness to the man’s crimes. He had not been asked to stay, though with every eye on you and the guards, he doubts anyone will notice.

Your gaze is downcast, and the chains between the cuffs around your wrists clink softly. More for show than for function, Asmund guesses. He doubts they’d be any real hindrance. After all, he remembers the Bloody Warrior emerging victorious from a swathe of dark woods, a camp of dead men behind her. Mere chains should be nothing to you.

He watches as you walk towards the Allfather and stop short of where the mad barbarian stood not ten minutes before. Asmund frowns as he realizes you seem quite sickly, slightly swaying on your feet. Your fists tremble, and he notices that you wear a black glove on only your dominant hand.

You kneel. Asmund’s heart jumps into his throat when the guards knock you down into a proper bow. You let out a hiss of pain and your eyes narrow.

Odin Allfather is a terror to behold in his rage.

He states your name, and you look up at him. Your eyes slide from him to Queen Frigga, who stands at the king’s side. Her gaze is serious, and yet you somehow feel bolstered by the expression on her face.

Odin’s council murmurs to one another, and there’s a quiet hum of voices from the gathered nobles who have come to bear witness.

Thor is nowhere to be seen.

“You stand before us, charged with endangering the Nine Realms,” Odin says, thumping his spear, Gungnir, against the marble floor. At once, the room falls deadly quiet. “You mounted an assault against Midgard. You purposefully wielded a weapon of destruction with malicious intent. You acted in poor faith and tarnished your name while under fealty to Asgard.”

You make yourself keep his thunderous gaze.

“How do you plead?” the king asks you.

You swallow and try to quietly clear your throat. You know what you have to say, especially if you want things to end well for you. “Guilty.”

Such an ugly word. It tastes as ugly as it sounds.

Odin grunts and shifts in his throne. “At least you are aware,” he states.

You open your mouth to say more, to explain, but catch movement from Frigga. The queen subtly shakes her head when she locks eyes with you. You force your unsaid words back down your throat.

Odin speaks once more. “I was gifted knowledge from your companion, known to us as Willow. She recounted her experience with the aforementioned weapon. The golden scepter.” He pauses, scrutinizing you. “As I understand it, these acts occurred when you were not of your right mind. Is this true?”

“It is,” you say.

“I am also to understand Frigga Allmother bid you go to Midgard, in an attempt to return with our son, Loki.”

“She did,” you say.

The gathered crowd begins murmuring again. Questions, scoffs, statements of innocence or doubt.

“We are gathered here today to pass judgement upon you, warrior,” Odin states. “I have made my decision.” The murmuring stops.

You wait, heart pounding. You try to remain calm, but doubts run through your mind. You haven’t been able to fully test your portals. How much has your power been altered by the light? Will you be able to escape, should Odin choose to imprison or kill you?

You can tell you’re working yourself into a panic, and you feel Loki try to speak to you once more in reaction to your fear.

As you stare at Odin Allfather, you allow his lost son to hear your judgement at the same time you hear it yourself.

“I have chosen to pardon you.”

Far beneath the throne room, Loki lets out a long, slow breath.

Odin’s eye is boring into you, as if he, too, is peering into your thoughts.

Your countenance shows no signs of relief, although Asmund thinks your posture relaxes slightly. He himself feels as if a great weight has lifted.

“You are not exonerated from guilt,” Odin continues. “You are hereby banished from Asgard upon the conclusion of this sentencing. You are to be stationed with our troops at the edge of the realm. Should you take any other action or disobey an order, you will be treated as an enemy of Asgard. Should you not accept these gracious terms, you will be treated as an enemy of Asgard. Should you vanish from our realm and return in an attempt to avoid the consequences of your actions, you will be treated as an enemy of Asgard.”

You wonder if the offer will remain, should Odin learn you are not the powerful soldier you once were.

“Do you understand these terms?” the king asks you.

“Yes,” you say. “I understand.”

“Then it is so,” Odin states. “The guards will escort you out. You are to leave at once.”

As you get to your feet, Loki’s presence in your mind slowly fades…. Too slowly. It’s as if he does not wish to let go. The absence leaves a chill you aren’t expecting, and you wonder why it makes you feel so alone.

You know you have to decide right now. Will you leave and not return, or will you accept Odin’s ruling and join the patrols at the edge of the realm.

I can choose to leave later, if I want to, you think to yourself. May as well stay here.

Just in case.

You allow the guards to lead you out of the throne room, chains still clinking around your wrists.

- - -

It is a long time before you hear from Loki again.

- - -

Much longer than you imagined it would be.

- - -

Warrior?

The air is dusty, although you try not to focus on it. The patrol is as boring as ever. Few fights have taken place since you joined Asgard’s border forces, and those fights were easily won. You want more. They’ve been good practice.

You can wield the swords you create with only one hand, so as a backup you wear an Asgardian short sword on your hip. It is issued by your captain, Destin, who is still fairly green and desperate to prove himself.

He takes his position as your babysitter very seriously.

I know you hear me.

You slow with the rest of the patrol as you all round the corner. The Asgardian camp is full of movement and boisterous voices, which means it’s not just you feeling restless.

You follow a familiar path towards the back of camp, where you usually lurk. The rest of the patrol group tapers off, one by one, to their own companions, fires, and food. As the last two soldiers break away and head towards Destin’s tent, you continue on alone. You try to convince yourself this is a good thing, but solitude does not give you as much solace as it once did.

You never thought you’d long for the days of companionable silence with a fellow soldier.

Bjorn.

The thought makes you frown. Sigrid has shared with you what happened while you were away, and you wonder again if things could’ve been different had you been there. You surely would’ve marched with Bjorn and Obasi. You would’ve chosen to group up with the half-pint.

Maybe they wouldn’t have….

Maybe Fandral wouldn’t be….

You unbuckle your sword belt and carefully set it aside as you plant yourself in the dust next to your small fire pit. The sounds of camp seem to dull as you light the wood, sparks springing to life with a wave of your hand. You sling your bag off of your shoulders and briefly search it for your rations and your notebook.

Willow has answered you.

It has been good to keep in touch, although you know you have nothing interesting to say. Guilt weighs heavy every time you read her updates on Earth and the Avengers.

The team has split up, apparently, which troubles you. But according to Willow, things have been going pretty well.

Her update is the usual, and you write back to her with your usual as well. Magic shifts within the book’s pages when she answers you, and you watch her handwriting form.

Glad to hear you’re alive and well. Quick question – what was your plan in New York, anyway? Tony kept asking for specifics last time Steve and I saw him, and he made me promise to ask you.

You stare at the notebook for a moment, your heart suddenly drumming faster as the question settles in your mind.

You feel like laughing. Your head hurts. Your dreams are still full of the frightening blue, and thinking back on it all makes you feel like you’ll fall apart.

And yet… you know you owe everyone an explanation if they ask for it, no matter how uncomfortably awkward the subject is.

Uh, you write, hesitating. It already feels like it happened a long time ago, your memory fuzzy and unclear. Well, I guess… destroy Earth, take everyone I gave a shit about to Asgard, take over Asgard, make Loki watch while I took the throne…. You pause and stare at your sentences. You add, Looking back, I feel like most of this plan was motivated by spite.

You can’t hear Will’s thoughts, but you can practically sense her eyes roll a realm away. I can tell, she writes.

You tap your pen against the opposite page, nervous energy needing an outlet. You want to say you’re sorry again, but you know it isn’t what needs to be said.

Miss you, you finally write. I’m doing better.

I know you are, Will writes back. I miss you, too. We miss you.

Who’s included in this ‘we’? Rogers? Stark? You suppose it’s a nice sentiment, regardless.

You’re not an enemy of the Avengers, and that’s all you can ask for.

You close your black notebook.

Not yet, then?

Loki’s words are hushed, barely audible in your mind. You lose the sound of them in the crackling of the fire.

Night is falling. The off-duty soldiers will have started drinking, and Destin will be looking for you. It’s time to check in, and then sleep, and then get up to do it all over again.

You bite your bottom lip and stare into the flames. Not yet, you answer him.

And all is quiet.

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years

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Soul Seer, Pt. 5

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Not for this chapter

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

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Part 5

The eight heavily armed guards arrived to escort you and Loki to meet with everyone. You were so thankful for Loki’s magic. Somehow instead of looking like you’d spent days sleeping in your clothes without a shower, your hair fell just right and your clothes look like they were fresh from the cleaners. He’d only grinned at your surprised expression upon seeing your reflection.

“Come, little one.” Loki held out a hand for you to go first. “Let us see what Odin has planned.”

The contingent of guards led you both to a large reception room. You tried to protect yourself from the onslaught of aggressive and negative emotions, but you still felt exposed and raw. Tony, Thor and Steve Rogers met you both at the door. They felt like a balm, steady and calm.

The rest of the room was as volatile as the guards. Behind them the three from the other day were in a tight knot at one end of the table. Nick Fury and a couple others in black suits took up a position at the opposite end. Fury buzzed with conflicted tension, curiosity and an odd sense of need.

Standing near the window, a woman in a gold gown and elaborate headdress looked out the window at the city beyond. She shown as bright a Thor.

“We going to have any trouble here?” Tony asked quietly at Loki’s shoulder.

Loki stared at the woman intensely. “I do not believe so.”

“Good.” Rogers nodded. His attention turned to you. “How are you holding up?”

“Better.”

“Okay. Good.”

“Let’s get on with this.” Fury growled.

“Indeed.” Thor stepped into the middle of the room. “The Allfather has sent me to execute his orders in regards to the punishment of Loki.”

“This better be good.” Fury muttered. It took every bit of your will power to keep from glaring at him.

Thor ignored him. His focus remained on his brother.

“Loki.” The two faced one another. “Odin, King of Asgard, has sentenced you Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, to serve the people of Midgard in their recovery from the damage done by your treachery and their defense against the powers by which your actions have caused them to become a target for the next standard Midgardian century or until the Allfather rescinds his order. Your compliance will be assured by Oath.”

“Whoa, wait.” Fury held up his hands. “He’s just going to pinky swear and we’re just supposed to be okay with it.”

“I am an Oath Sayer.” The strange woman spoke for the first time. “An Oath made to me, even by a God must be kept. They cannot fight the compulsion.”

“A promise made to an Oath Sayer must be kept. Loki could not break it. The binding is tied to the source of our magic.” Thor assured the group.

“So, a hundred years good behavior?” Tony’s brow went up. “You up for that Reindeer Games?”

“It seems I have little choice.” Loki turned to Thor. “Is the vow written or am I to state it with your approval?”

“It is not written.” Thor shook his head.

“Very well.” Loki stepped up to the woman, studying the calmness in her beautiful aged face. He knew her. She gave him lessons once as a child. Staring back passively, she waited. Loki gathered his thoughts before extending both of his hands, palms up. She placed her hand in his.

“I, Loki of Asgard, do swear to comply with orders of Odin to assist with the recovery from the damage done by my treachery and to help in the defense against those who, by my actions, may wish to harm Midgard for the next Midgardian century or until Odin rescinds his orders. I will submit to the orders of the ones who hands dealt me defeat without violence or deceit.” He looked at Thor.

Thor’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. Looking at Stark, he got Tony’s agreement. They both looked at Fury who shrugged. Thor squared his shoulders. “Accepted.”

“Loki of Asgard.” The woman spoke, a golden glow flowing from her heart toward him. “This Oath is made freely of will, sound of mind, and bound by the power of Yggdrasil.” The gold flowed into Loki and settled into his chest. “It is done.”

“Swell.” Tony clapped his hands together. “There’s lots to do. Let’s get to work then.”

“Not so fast.” Fury held out a hand. “I want a detailed plan of what he’s getting access to, and everything you plan on having him work on. Then there’s the little issue of Ms. Y/L/N. We’ll be taking her down to be debriefed immediately. I’m done being stonewalled.”

“Y/N will be remaining with me.” Loki stated plainly.

“You don’t have a say. You take orders from us, or did you forget that oath already?” Fury tossed back.

“She stays with me.” Loki leveled a harsh stare at the director. “This is not negotiable.”

You watched the tense exchange from just behind Loki, where you’d stopped when you’d come in. Rogers stood to your left and six of the eight guards remained behind you. Fury’s voice hardened even more and Steve tensed. The emotions in the room went from cautious to spikes of aggression and rage.

“We’ll see about that.” Fury growled out.

You caught a flash of intent from behind you. An instinct over took your body, moving without thought. You captured the man’s three fingers in your fist and spun his arm around, knock him off balance with a swift kick and drove him to his knees. You pulled free the service knife at his waist as he went down and held it under his jaw. It happened in just a second. Everyone in the room froze. Then all the guns in the room came up.

Even holding the guard in front of you, your eyes turned to Loki, huge and shocked. You didn’t know how to do that. Loki did.

Loki spread his hands out, green magic spreading like heavy fog. His voice dropped, full of menace. “Don’t. Guns will do you no good.”

The soldier nearest him fired. It hit Loki in the shoulder and bounced off as if it were nothing. Loki clutched the man by the throat and lifted him off the ground. You stood still, barely breathing. Everyone else shouted.

“Put him down!” Fury ordered. He turned his gun to Thor. “You said he had to obey.”

“Wait! Wait!” Tony shouted. “Chill the fuck out. Loki, put him on his feet at least.” Loki just glared at him. “Come on, man.”

“Loki.” Your quiet voice reached him. He lowered the man to his feet but did not let go.

“Who’s hand dealt me defeat.” Tony repeated, wheels turning. He shoved both his hands into his pockets with a grin. He turned bodily to Banner and gave him a huge smile.

“What?” Bruce seemed to catch the same idea. “No...”

“Yeah.” Tony smiled.

“Loki, let him go.” Bruce said. Loki’s hand released immediate. Tony laughed out loud. Over Tony’s hysterics Bruce turned to you. “Let him up. You’re not going anywhere.”

“What the fuck?” Fury barked.

“The hand that dealt defeat.” Bruce explained. “During the battle. The only one of us that actually put Loki down was...”

“The Hulk.” Loki finished. “As he and Banner are one in the same, I shall comply only to him.”

“That was not the agreement.” Fury argued.

“You had no part in an agreement.” Thor corrected. “Loki’s fate is subject to Odin’s discretion. The Oath is made. There is nothing else to be done. He will work with Doctor Banner.”

“As for Ms. Y/L/N, she’s a private citizen and my employee.” Tony put a hand on your shoulder. “She gets the full protection that comes with that. She’s not an asset.”

Fury holstered his gun, frowning. “So, we’re back to that?”

“Hey, we’re all on the same team here.” Steve interjected. “We’re willing to work together, but threatening each other isn’t going to get us anywhere. Tony is right. There’s a lot of work to be done. I suggest we get to it.”

For the next few hours you sat beside Loki as he helped Fury and the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents identify the Chitauri technology and how to handle the most dangerous items. Virtual arsenals of alien weapons now littered New York. Loki emphasized the importance of collecting them and keeping them out of the hands of the populace.

As the group took a break, you slipped closer to Loki as he leaned against the back wall to watch everyone else in the room. You didn’t see him move, but you felt his hand drift down your spine and up again. You arched a brow and he grinned. It eased some of the tension in your chest. Magic was so cool.

“You look tired.”

Nodding, you agreed. “There’s just a lot of very intense and negative emotions flying around. My defenses aren’t back to normal yet.”

“I will speak with Stark.”

You watched the guard you’d held at knife point, barely hearing him. So much ran through your mind. Things which never warranted notice before now stood out in stark relief. With a look, you knew how big of a threat each person posed, what weapons they had on their person, and even what their weakness were.

“My pet.” Loki’s voice tickled your ear. “What vexes you?”

“Noticing things I never noticed before.” You sighed. “Knowing what to look for truly changes one’s perspective.”

“Indeed.” He locked eyes with Fury, a wicked smile touching his lips as he tenderly brushed your hair back from your shoulder. Loki touched his lips to your temple. “Sit, my pet, I will see about retiring.”

“You’re taunting him.”

“So?” He grinned and walked off towards Tony.

You dropped into the nearest chair, trying to ignore the scrutiny of the others in the room. The pounding in your head made your eyes ache and the muscles in your neck lock. Arching your back and twisting in your seat, you stretched with eyes half closed.

Stepping up beside you, the steady blue aura told you who it was before actually seeing him. “Captain.”

“Y/N.” He spoke quietly. “You doing okay?”

“Hurting. The negativity in here is so strong everyone can feel it. My senses are so raw it’s like scratching sunburned skin.” You sighed. “But it could be worse.”

“You are really okay with Loki?” Steve watched the Asgardian talk to Stark.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” You laughed at yourself. “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s so much more than anyone suspects, more than he wants anyone to know, more than I will ever tell another soul. But I know, and he accepts that I know. It can’t be any more okay than that.”

Steve studied you for a moment. He calmed, found some sort of resolution, you saw it. “I suppose if you can look into someone’s mind, and they into yours, and find acceptance... you’re right... there’s nothing more okay than that.” He squeezed your shoulder. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You watched him wonder over to Tony and Loki. Closing your eyes, you tried to block everyone out for a while by focusing on your breathing. Some time passed before you felt Loki’s cool hand on the back of your neck. “Come, my pet. We are done for the evening.”

You stood, realizing that the only people remaining in the room were Stark and Rogers. They both raised a hand at you as you followed Loki from the room. “No guards?”

“No guards.”

“Are we still under surveillance?” You asked.

“No more than anyone else under the watchful eye of Stark’s AI.” Loki allowed you to enter the lift first. He pressed the button for 79th floor.

“Where are we going?”

“My new quarters.” He answered with a wide grin.

You laughed. “What? Tony wouldn’t give up the penthouse.”

He laughed as well. “I wouldn’t want it. The windows are broken.”

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lov3nerdstuff · 4 years

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Dark Stars {Part 2}

*Loki x OFC*

Part: 2/10

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: blood, poisoning, sass

Summary: ~Loki could just let her die here and now. His problems would be solved and he could go back to his usual ways. But then he would forever be left with an unsolved mystery and he hated the prospect of that even more than the fear of what would happen if she lived.~

Or: A story of what happens when Loki stumbles upon someone who is like him in every way. Only better. Oh, and they just happen save Asgard too.

A.N.: To celebrate over 1000 people following me (how insane is that?!), I decided to share the newly edited version of the very first Loki fanfiction I ever wrote! Enjoy the mischief 💚

All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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She ran through the woods, as fast as her current state allowed. Darkness… The all-consuming blackness closed in on her, more and more until she could barely see her own feet. But she had to keep running.

A group of guards coming from the Asgardian palace had found her, wounded and resting in the darkest part of the forest, and decided to make her their target. An intruder, a young woman, poisoned and slowly dying… an easy prey.

She had fought, relentlessly and desperately and not in vain, ending more than half of them, until she had finally managed to escape. But she had been chased ever since, and by now her defense was running on a dangerous low.

She had been hurt, had been too slow to fight properly, and one of those beasts had managed to impale his sword in her shoulder before she could flee. Now, with every moment that passed in blind fear, her mind was getting more and more fogged. Her vision was blurry with tears, a haze of pain and poison, and she knew that death was reaching out its mercilessly fingers to fetch her. What a disgraceful way to die… weak, in mere rags, covered in scratches and mud. All alone.

She had never let herself get caught before, not even for fun. Now however, as the poison slowly drained her of both life and magic, she was not in any condition to fight, to resist, to escape. And she knew what the allfather did to trespassers, had grown up with stories about his cruelty and tales of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the palace. Yet, as it turned out, that would be the place where she would die. Alone in the cold darkness of a prison cell, without a soul, without dignity, without anyone who would mind her fading from this world.

Despite the cold wind's bite, she felt too hot and yet too cold at the same time, the dull thumping of her head and heart, the lethal poison tickling in her veins before numbing them out. The pain of her injuries faded, gone was the aching of her muscles, it all had simply faded into a plain white heat that was but a peaceful haze.

She could hear the guards closing in on her, though barely reaching her mind, and before she knew, something caught her foot and she fell, tumbling forward into the dirt while the world became too blurred to separate it from where her mind had gone to dream. There was no telling of when the guards finally had caught up with her, and she didn't care either, for there was only a single thing on her mind… Bright green eyes like dark stars in swirling galaxies, and the night as bands of raven hair.

"Loki…" Was the last thing she breathed over and over again, words tumbling from her lips like withering leaves off a dying tree, before at last a frightened guard hit her in the head with the pommel of his sword. Then she was surrounded by dying stars in a blissfully familiar darkness.

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She woke up in a bright room, way too bright for her throbbing head. Instinctively her eyes fluttered shut again, in seek of another moment of comfortable darkness. She remembered being carried, roughly thrown to the ground and left alone, maybe for dead even. She willed her eyes to open at last and then went on to push her body up far enough to lean against the wall behind her. The pain surging through her entire being upon the minimal movement made her yelp first, then groan in frustration and agony. Looking around in the room, blinking against the brightness, she quickly realized that this must be the prison of the palace, as she had expected. The flimmering energy of the sealing barrier was all her eyes allowed her to see, before they fluttered shut once again in utter exhausting.

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After a long internal debate about whether or not he should actually be doing this, Loki found hiding in the shadows of the hallway, waiting for the guards to pass by. Then he changed his appearance to be that of a guard as well, with a mere wave of his hand and the usual subtle glow of green.

While he continued making his way towards the prison, he cursed himself on the inside over and over. He must be insane indeed… walking right into the place he had spent months in, maybe years even, locked up and forgotten. Only for the sake of a stupid, puny, ridiculously rude young woman who had dared to speak to him in such a… teasing… way. He couldn't have started to explain to anyone why he was doing what he was currently doing, or why he was feeling what he was feeling, and luckily he didn't have to. It confused himself even to a great extend! But he just had to see her with his own eyes, see if it was her indeed. Loki found himself hoping both that it was and wasn't her who was wounded and locked up in a cell.

Once he reached the entrance to the prisons, the guards did not hinder his passing, for he looked like one of them, after all.

"Where is the new one?" He asked, trying to keep the edge out of his voice.

"The cell in the far back. The large one, you know, where…"

But Loki had already walked off into the direction the guard had pointed. Why was he even doing this, running into his own doom like that… Jumping off the balcony seemed perfectly sane to him, in comparison to this madness. But he had to give in to his curiosity, or it would break him. It was as if an unknown force pulled him towards that cell, to this woman, to this cruel twist of fate. He hated every second of his own weakness.

After he rounded one last corner, he could already see her slouched down body, leaned vaguely against the white wall. In comparison to the overwhelming brightness of the huge cell, her body looked like a dark and eye-catching blurb, a small imperfection to an otherwise harmonious environment. He couldn't tear his eyes off her.

It should have been easy for him then to take down the barriers, once he tried. It should have taken him seconds to simply walk into the cell and… who knows what he would've done. But oddly enough, the barriers didn't even waver under his touch, under his magic. Loki frowned deeply.

"Why is it that suddenly it is so very easy to trick the god of tricksters?" The voice of Odin echoed through the halls. "Though it may not seem like the most likely thing for you to do, and I honestly didn't believe you would, but Thor was sure you would sooner or later come down here."

Loki closed his eyes in annoyance. Great. Just great. Hadn't he told himself over and over again that this girl was a distraction to him? Yes. And yet here he was, having walked right into the most obvious trap ever laid out for someone. What had she done to his precious mind?! He'd become so involved in the traps of his own mind that he had forgotten about the real world's dangers. And now he would pay for that mistake.

"I do not know why you would need to trap me, father, but I assure you I have done no harm to anyone." He said calmly, still with his back to Odin. Yet he took on his own appearance once more, trying to at least internally regain control of the situation. It didn't look good for him, and Loki's mind raced faster than light.

"Then please do explain to me why exactly this criminal, who was caught killing a good dozen of my guards, said nothing but YOUR name when she was finally caught and arrested." Odin demanded to know.

"Maybe that is because everyone around this place seems to have a preference for blaming their faults and mistakes on me. Don't you, too?" Loki smiled sarcastically and turned around to face the old man. "Wouldn't you agree? Isn't it very CONVENIENT for you that every time something, anything, happens in this sense-forsaken world, it gives you a new reason to lock me away? Away from your precious kingdom and your utterly ridiculous strive for glory..." Loki's rage had overtaken his heart, but not his mind, and he spoke to Odin in the most threatening calm he could manage. The allfather on the other hand simply turned on his heel and gave the adjoining guards a sign to take over from there. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to Loki that even with reason, there was no chance for him and there never had been. The renewed realization felt like a blow to the stomach that pressed the air out of his lungs and the rage out of his system.

He knew he could fight the guards, with ease even. He could stop them from locking him up in a cell together with the woman he had come to despise for being the cause of all this madness. But yet he didn't.

He let them grab him more roughly than necessary, take the barriers down with more fuss than needed, shove him into the cell with brute force, before sealing it once more with haste. He let it all happen, for he felt nothing but numbness in this very moment. Not so much in his body, but in his mind and soul. For once, the forces at war within him had agreed on an armistice that lasted for the prevailing of a bigger enemy in his mind. Loki stared at the guards as they moved down the hallway and eventually out of his sight.

Only then he turned around to face the barely awake girl who was still somewhat leaned against the wall, chest rising and falling in accordance with her uneven panting.

"I told you to leave. So I wouldn't have to see you again." He said calmly, looking down at her as he strode to tower above her dark form.

A weak smile appeared on her lips as she gathered her remaining energy to form an audible answer. "Sorry to disappoint…"

Loki could not help himself but smirk ever so slightly. He really wanted to hate her, but every time they met it became more and more difficult to do so, and he wasn't even sure anymore if he was capable of hating her at all. "You're not sorry at all, I believe."

What was intended as a chuckle on her part then came out more as a rasped breath, followed by small spasms of her upper body and resulting in her squeezing her eyes shut in obvious pain.

Loki sighed while sitting down next to her at last, leaning against the wall casually, wondering how she had managed to get herself so severely fucked up.

"You are hurt." He said stiffly, letting his eyes wander only to be drawn to the blood that way still seeping out of her shoulder and onto the white floor.

"Don't you say…" She breathed, her eyes fluttering shut a second later. He had to lean closer to her now to understand what she was saying, and only thus noticed just how deep the wound in her shoulder really was. He scrunched up his nose on impulse, leaning back to his own space.

For a moment, Loki sat still and only observed how her ragged breathing became less and less frequent, until it finally stopped once and for all. He didn't move, unable to react, unable to act.

He could just let her die here and now. His problems would be solved and he could go back to his usual ways. Be Loki, the god of lies and mischief again, the monster parents told their children about. His own little island of isolation.

But then he would forever be left with an unsolved mystery. And he hated the prospect of that even more than he hated the fear of what would happen if she lived.

One thing he was certain of though: this decision would change his life forever, and quite possibly not in a way he could as of yet anticipate.

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Trees, swaying lightly in the soft breeze of the night… A full moon, shining brightly, dimly reflected on the smooth surface of the shallow sea. A silence so calming and alluring, calling to become one with nature and universe. And then, there were the stars… shining brightly as if to seek proof of which is the brightest. So peaceful, so calming…

Then her eyes fluttered open and she was blinded long enough for a piercing pain to drill into her head. Was this death? A wave of cold heat rushed through her body, followed slight nausea, followed by the dawning awareness of a piercing pain somewhere in her body. No, death didn't hurt like that. Death was peaceful.

She let out a small groan and opened her eyes completely, only to see the ceiling of her crisp white cell high above her. She sat up carefully, slowly, overly aware of the pain in her shoulder now as she looked around the room. She didn't feel dizzy anymore, luckily, only severely bruised. What had happened for real, what had been a dream...? The question was answered once her eyes fell upon the man sitting –or rather lying– in the opposite corner of the room. Loki… She remembered him being thrown into her cell. What had happened since then?

His eyes were closed, and she didn't know whether he was sleeping, dead or pretending to be either of those.

Only in the silence of the bright room did she finally take a moment to really look at him. Most of their encounters had happened at night, and only now did she notice just how astonishingly gorgeous he was. Raven hair, porcelain skin, lean but muscular in his own way… And he undoubtedly had the most handsome face she had ever seen. The men she had known were nothing compared him, not even remotely close to this level of physical perfection. The only thing that didn't fit into the picture was the blood.

It was all over him, covering his hands, arms, his garments… She looked down on herself, realizing that she didn't look any better. Her thin shirt was ripped, crusted with dried blood and stuck to her body in various places. Her trousers seemed mostly spared from anything but mud though, much to her relief. Those had cost more than she could afford to spend yet again.

As she tried to inspect her own sides and back for possible damage, she noticed the coat that had been placed under her head before. It had been pushed back into the wall when she had sat up, most likely… She took it and pushed herself closer to Loki on the opposite wall, biting back the pain that followed upon the movement and placing his coat over him as a blanket. He didn't move at all, but she could hear his soft breathing, which assured her that he was neither dead nor pretending to be.

She let herself sink down next to him and leaned her head against the wall once again, resisting the urge to let tears slip past her tightly shut eyelids. Her body was far from being okay, far from being out of pain, and yet she was alive, starting to feel better already.

It must have been him. No one could survive the kind of poisoning she had gone through if it wasn't for the right remedy or the most powerful magic.

Considering the effort it had most likely taken to neutralize the poison in her blood, it didn't surprise her at all that poor Loki had passed out. He had saved her, both from the poison and from dying of blood loss. She sighed as let her eyes roam over him once more, in less hostility and more thankfulness, while she slowly drifted off into a more or less peaceful slumber.

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Loki awoke a while later, immediately noticing that his coat had been draped over him, but only after another few seconds of comfortable drowsiness he became aware of the rather pleasant heat radiating off her body next to him. Panic rushed through his system immediately, and he skittered away from her in an instant.

How dare his body betray him like that... He had used a great amount of magic and a whole lot more of his own energy on reviving and healing that stupid little creature. Though in the process he must have missed just how much of a toll it had taken on him. He felt sincerely betrayed by his body for just falling asleep like that, and even more by his mind for enjoying the closeness.

Under normal circumstances he would never in the lifespan of a dying star allow himself to sleep with somebody else present in the same room. Normally, he wouldn't allow himself to sleep at all unless it was absolutely necessary. He felt ashamed of his loss of control… What had become of him since meeting her for the first time? He was not himself anymore, not in his right mind, and yet he could not deny how much he felt drawn to her nonetheless.

From a few feet away he observed her sleeping form, finally able to see her more clearly in the light of the cell.

Her hair was raven, just like his, but longer and a little more wavy. Compared to him she was tiny, but that wasn't a surprise really… almost everyone was smaller than him. Who new what strength could hide in a small body though? He wouldn't make the mistake to judge a book by its pagecount, and even less by its cover. She was capable of the same magic as him after all… Or at least Loki assumed so.

And that is why he found himself frowning upon her choice of clothing; A very much torn, once cream white shirt and dark grey leather pants, both way too large for her. Not that he cared much for clothing, but it could tell a whole lot about the person who wore them.

Despite the torn garments she looked oddly pleasant to his eye, even while covered in blood and dirt. But even the prettiest face would not suffice to hide a rotten character, only a fool would think that, and Loki certainly did not deem himself one. He, again, would not let himself make the mistake to judge based on the minimal information he had as of yet.

Maybe he had made the right decision in saving her life... Now that he thought about it, he had never in all the years that he had been doomed into existence met a person, certainly not a woman, who had shown no fear nor hatred for him. His mother was the only exception to that, but that was a different situation after all. This girl… she was odd. A stranger without fear of him, and she even had placed his coat over him as a makeshift blanket. An act of kindness, if not selflessness, considering her injuries.

This was new, unexpected, but not entirely unappreciated. She had teased him, flirted even maybe, and they had played the most intriguing yet maddening game of hide and seek. Wasn't that what he was all about? He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but maybe, just maybe… he enjoyed being messed with, in a playful way. And he most certainly would not admit that he wanted more of it.

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When she started to wake up, Loki was drawn out of his thoughts in an instant. He watched her eyes fluttering open slowly, then look around a little panicked until they found his.

"Hello." She said softly, turning her sore body towards him after a moment of hesitation. "How do you feel?"

Why was she being so nice to him?

"Fine." Loki answered smoothly, not giving away any of his internal confusion, nor exhaustion.

His voice was just as soothing as she remembered it to be... "Good…" She mused as she looked down to her hands in her lap, picking at the scab of the healing scratches. How does one thank a stranger for saving one's life? And even worse, how does one talk to Loki to receive an honest answer?

"Uhm, thank you… for saving my life." She said quietly, bluntly, and without looking at him. "I didn't think you would do it. You know, after threatening to end me and yeah… I'm a bit surprised."

"If I would say I was 'a bit surprised' as well, it would be the understatement of the century." He answered stiffly, also not daring to look at her. Instead he stared at the wall opposed to him, inspecting the bloodstains on the otherwise crisp white floor and wall.

"Then why did you do it?" She finally turned her head towards him, big green eyes glowing with flames kindled by curiosity.

Loki didn't answer at first, didn't know how to, so he only kept staring at the wall. "You're welcome." He finally spoke, sealing his lips tightly to keep more words from escaping.

They sat like that for a while, not speaking nor looking at each other in equal reluctance and suppressed curiosity, until Loki finally broke the uncomfortable silence. "Tell me your name."

Upon her confused frown, he continued. "Knowing my name gives you a certain kind of power over me, as I unfortunately just came to experience, and I wish to hold the same over you."

Her frown deepened even more as she only now came to think about their current situation, their current location. "Why are you even here, in my cell?"

"Most certainly not to be interrogated by someone who would be dead by now, if it wasn't for me." He said quietly and his lips pressed into a thin line as he turned to look at her with an intensity in his gaze that made her gasp. Almost instantly he regretted saying what he had, as he could see her face fall ever so slightly. For reasons beyond him, it pained him to see her starting to build walls around herself, knowing that he was the reason for it. But he'd given up trying to understand his own mind.

"I'm sorry." He finally said, pushing himself to apologize for once in a decade. "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. If you must know, I am here because you uttered my name while the guards arrested you. Why did you do that?" The edge in his voice gave away just how desperate for an answer he really was, as he tried to keep his calm and collected facade plastered on his face.

Her eyes widened at his words and her cheeks reddened a little, but it was barely noticeable even to his watchful eye. "I didn't know what I was doing. The poison… It fogged my mind. I'm sorry if I caused you trouble."

He sighed, his facial expression softening up a bit. He even managed a smile. "It's fine, dear, sooner or later they would've thrown me back in here anyway."

Dear?! Where had that come from? He rolled his eyes at himself… he seriously needed to get a grip on himself. She probably didn't deserve to live through his ever changing emotional rollercoaster, and so he decided to go the charming way with her, for she was nice to him as well after all.

"How about we start over?" He said calmly, turning his own frame to face her entirely. "My name is Loki of Asgard. Or of Jotunheim. Depends on my mood."

She smirked, but also turned towards him and hissed at the pain that followed upon the movement. "Hello Loki... My name is Ivy. Pleasure to meet you."

With a humored frown he took her outstretched hand and shook it. "So, Ivy… You have no inkling who I am, isn't it so?" His smile turned into a slow smirk.

"Oh, I do know quite a bit about you… Obviously you are one of Odin's sons and thus a prince of Asgard. Since you are neither blonde nor packed with muscles, you must be the brother who tried to subjugate Midgard. I've heard a lot about you, but does that mean I know who you are? Highly doubt it..." Ivy rose an eyebrow at him, returning the playful smirk that had now vanished from his face.

Loki was desperate... Could she please just stop becoming more irritating, more intrigued, more irresistible by the second? He had never met someone he had felt this attracted to, and he had yet to find out whether it was the best thing that had ever happened to him or if it would be his doom, his road to true insanity.

"So, Ivy, tell me… What happened in the gardens that night, after I left?" He finally asked, changing the topic while carefully observing her in an attempt to regain some of the control that was slowly slipping through his fingers.

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Ivy let out a long sigh in return. She felt deeply exhausted, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. Loki was gorgeous and mysterious and dark and for whatever reason she felt drawn to him with an irritating intensity. Yet, he was a threat to her, a problem, and she really didn't need any more of those. Only because she was friendly to him, her growing attraction did not remotely imply that she would just let him into her head and fall for his looks like any ordinary maid might. Ivy really was smarter than that...

But the fact that he had saved her life made her highly uncomfortable, as is most certainly led him to believe that she wa in need of rescue, a damsel in distress, weak... Maybe she should indeed tell him what had happened after their last encounter.

Loki was still looking at her expectantly, but Ivy could see the annoyance hidden very badly behind his otherwise stoic features. She could see beyond the friendly masquerade he had put on just then... there was nothing but darkness and pain in his eyes. Deep down she knew that her own eyes must've looked the same to him.

"What do you want to know?" She finally asked, calmly, looking into his eyes in silent observation. Nothing but darkness and…

"Did you leave my secret garden like I told you to?" He asked in the same voice, his gaze so intense that Ivy had to suppress a cold shiver running down her spine.

"Yes. I didn't particularly approve of the way you talked to me, but you did me a favor with the meals. And thus I repaid you by respecting your wish for me to leave." Her eyes wandered from his face downward, to observe his posture, the muscles likely to be hidden underneath his tunic, the way his fingers elegantly smoothed out the fabric of his garments. A nervous gesture, maybe?

"I assume by 'favor', you mean not having guards arrest you for intruding in the palace..." He pointed out with one risen eyebrow, and Ivy's eyes snapped back to his face.

"Yes. And setting the table for me every night, because honestly... you didn't have to, but I do appreciate the gesture."

Slowly her way of conversing, of teasing him, frayed the edges of his patience and with it, the edges of his facade. The way she dared being so brutally honest with him, dared saying what she thought… it aggravated him, allured him, and yet it served to show him how ridiculous everyone else was with their everlasting politeness.

Here she was, a good head shorter than him, beaten up and tired, and yet she did what no one else had dared for as long as Loki cared to remember: She was being honest with him. And not at all afraid of what would happen if her words, her actions angered him. Loki respected her for her braveness, and despised her for her stupidity.

"I didn't set the table for you, you…" He stopped before another anger-ridden insult could come across his lips. "I merely decided... to not have dinner for a while. Better give it to the dogs than having it go to waste…" He smirked, well aware of the fact that he had indeed insulted her again. But he wanted to coax a reaction from her, wanted to tease her as maddeningly as she was toying with him. Two could play at this game, after all.

Ivy let out a short laugh, her bruised ribs aching under the subtle vibrations. "Well, in that case I must say the dogs have an exquisite life in the palace! I am very honored to have enjoy the privilege of being fed and looked after by the prince himself. Isn't that every little girl's dream?" She mocked him with a smirk and a very much exaggerated, sarcastic wink.

He rolled his eyes, but could not hold back the smirk that played on his lips in return. He liked her. A little too much.

"But well as it is, I shall go on with the story." Ivy announced then. "I left the gardens and ventured into the city only moments after you were gone. Being there, I gathered a few things and…"

"You 'gathered' them?" Loki interrupted with a questioning frown.

"I am very convincing when I need to be." She smirked at him proudly.

"So you stole them."

"No! Like I said, I gathered them. No one complained, no one asked me to pay."

Loki's frown deepened as she spoke. For him he knew it to be easy to get whatever he wanted, merely by the use of words and trickery. But that was his talent… "You are not by any chance related to me, or anyone I know?" He asked with a very much sarcastic undertone, lifting one eyebrow. "Got any relatives in Jotunheim?"

Ivy chuckled, but continued her story without paying any more attention to Loki's question, much to his dismay. "Well, it seems to me now that I was tricked at this point, somehow… " She made a short pause, whether it be for dramatic purposes or to remember what had happened from that point on. "I… I think after my visit to the baker's, that's when I was poisoned. But I don't know for which sick reasons someone would poison their bread..."

That actually caught Loki's interest for very much understandable reasons. "You ate bread someone just gifted you on the streets? Not very smart…"

She snarled and nudged him in the side with her elbow… and immediately regretted having acted upon instinkt, without thinking.

Loki turned his body back towards her in a scary slowness, glaring at her dangerously as his facade slipped to reveal him not to be all that stoic anymore. His face was only a few inches away from hers, and Ivy could see golden sprinkles dancing in his darkened eyes.

But despite knowing of the huge mistake she had made, she wouldn't think to apologize. Backing down in a situation like this would not help her in gaining his respect.

"Don't touch me…" He merely hissed, before averting his eyes and leaning back against the wall, staring into the empty air.

Ivy didn't go on with her story just then. She wasn't all that afraid of him, but also didn't have an imminent deathwish. And while she was well aware of the fact that he could kill her before she would even realize that he had moved, she also knew that she could end him just as easily.

"Aconitum." He finally said, his voice still a little icy, but not as threateningly low anymore. More of a chilly disdain and a cold hatred.

"Yeah, I just thought the same thing…" She said sarcastically, not able to keep her damn mouth shut. He shot her a warning glare in return.

"Sorry. What is with 'Aconitum'?" She sighed, as she had to admit that she hated knowing less than he did.

"It's commonly known as wolfsbane. It's a…"

"Flower, yes I know. Is that what poisoned me?" She asked incredulous, interrupting him to get to the point.

"No, I was thinking of sending you a bouquet." He answered in the same sarcastic tone she had used before. Now it was her turn to lean her head to the side and raise her eyebrows at him, utterly unimpressed.

"Yes," He sighed finally, in something like resignation. "That is was poisoned you."

"Who would put that stuff into bread?!" Ivy wondered out loud. "And how do you know that is was wolfsbane?"

"Please, Ivy, I am sure you must have a moderately capable brain, otherwise I would not even be speaking to you…" Loki sighed exaggeratedly. "Please, use it before bothering me."

Ivy snorted, shaking her head ever so slightly. The more she came to know Loki, the more she understood why people couldn't stand him. And oddly enough, she could see a lot of herself in him at the same time. She pushed that thought back into the deep shadowy areas of her mind, locking it up to be dealt with at a different time.

"You healed me. You… how did you do that?" She wondered.

"Good." He answered shortly, but then smirked. "Like everything I do."

Ivy closed her eyes and lightly hit her head against the wall behind her multiple times. WHY was he so difficult?! So much like herself…

"As for the bread…" He finally said, on a more serious note. "Do you know who gave it to you?"

Ivy opened her eyes, surprised that he was actually making an attempt to help her in figuring this out. "I acquired it in the royal bakery, down in the east. I just couldn't help myself after having all those royally perfect dinners the previous nights." She sighed dramatically, and out of the corner of her eye she believed to see Loki smile ever so slightly as well.

"So it was intended to be brought here to the palace… Interesting." He thought out loud. "I would assume you were not the intended target for the poison, then."

"Please, Loki, I am sure you must have a moderately capable brain, otherwise I would not even be speaking to you. Please, use it before bothering me with realizations so obvious that even a dead squirrel could phrase them more interestingly." She spoke his own words to him, adding the last part in a highly sarcastic voice, grinning. "Come on, don't be so lame."

Before she could as much as laugh about the face he was making, he had lunged at her and tackled her to the ground, kneeling on her torso while pressing an ice blade against her throat. The ragged edge cut into her delicate skin immediately, drawing a small stream of blood that ran down her neck and to drip onto the clean white floor.

"How dare you…" He hissed, and Ivy could see the darkness that had been hidden deep within his eyes, behind his many layers of facade, finally surfacing now to overshadow his pain.

"You know, if you weren't always threatening to kill me while we are in this position, I could actually bring myself to enjoy it." She stated in the most natural and relaxed tone she could manage, while her heartbeat skyrocketed nonetheless.

All of a sudden the darkness vanished from Loki's face as he jerked away from her, taking silent steps backwards until his back touched the wall behind him.

Chuckling, Ivy sat up. "That was all? Your attempt to subject me?" She glared at Loki, teasing him... testing his strength if only to feel her own heart beating faster in pleasant anticipation. "No surprise you failed on Midgard..."

Fear and irritation overtook Loki's common sense and turned into undirected anger, urging him to lash out. And just like that, he stormed back at her, ready to fight for real this time.

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“I Hope You’re The Last...” Part 2

A/N: Hello!! This is my first story… I hope it isn’t as bad as I think it is :)! Please enjoy and don’t plagiarize if ya wouldn’t mind :)!

Imagine: You are the last resort for peace among Asgard. Although Odin and your family have made it clear you are to marry Thor. Fate makes you choose between the Sons for the safety of Asgard depends on it…..

Words: 1986

I wander the many halls of the palace. How on earth did I get mixed up in some dumb old prophecy? I sigh giving up when I turn another corner. Lost in my thoughts I didn’t realize another person in my company. “Hmmm and what do we have here?” I look for the person responsible for the voice. I am met with a tall figure standing in my path. He was quite stunning. His armor sleek gold with black trim followed by a green cape hanging loosely off his shoulders. His eyes a green blue perfectly accenting his black hair. Which was done back not daring to touch his face. I gaze at the stranger before I realize who he is. “Prince Loki.” I saw bowing before him. He lets out a cold laugh before walking closer.

“Princess Y/N. My what a marvelous sight you are. Tell me are you not to be getting ready for a wedding?” I look up meeting his eyes. There was no emotion present within them. He kept his guard up forcing me to do the same.

“What concern is it to you?”

“Well it is a simple question.”

“A question I do not have to answer.”

“Is that so?” He eyes me up and down like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. I straighten my posture forcing my head higher. He towers over me easily but height doesn’t make a person a intimidating. He closes the gap in a single stride. My breathe hitches in my throat at his close proximity. “Don’t you think you should pay proper respect to your prince?” He says amusement lacing his voice. I hold a tight smile, “And shouldn’t you pay proper respects to a princess?” I challenge earning a scoff from him. We stand there eyeing each other for some time. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I have pressing matters to attend to.” I saw bowing. I walk past him leaving him standing in the hall. “Ah Y/N!” He says forcing me to turn around. “Welcome to Asgard and the family.” He laughs before walking in the opposite direction. I stand still watching him walk away.

My chambers were rather large for my liking. The servents decorated the room with my house colors. For that I am grateful, because I would have thrown up if it was a mixture of green and red. A four post bed sits at the edge of the left wall. To the right a vast vanity stood alongside a tiny desk. Across from me stood two large glass doors. I open the doors to find a beautiful balcony. The view overlooked the city. It was breathtaking how the sun danced over the gold. People were scurrying along the busy streets. Despite my belief that the people were poor; they were indeed quite wealthy. I lean against the railing admiring the view. Closing my eyes I focus on the sounds of chatter and laughter from below. It filled me with great joy to know these people loved their land. Before I knew it I was no long hanging on to the railing. I open my eyes discovering I was floating off the balcony. Smiling I glide over the railing and towards the city. The air gently kissing my skin as I fly. A laugh escapes me as the warmth sensation of my powers spread through me. I pass the palace gates seeing the bewilderment on the guards facing. I know before too long Odin will be looking for me. I stop above the center of the city, turning fully around to admire the kingdom. Feeling satisfied I set course back to my balcony back at the palace. I was maybe a yard away before seeing the crowd on my balcony. I recognized Odin immediately, along with my family. Frigga was sitting down admiration written on her face. Thor and Loki were among them as well. I smile secretly to myself at the confusion on their faces.

“Your highnesses.... father and mother. What pleasure do I have having you all on my balcony.” I say bowing in the air. No one spoke as they each looked at each other. Frigga spoke up ending the deafening silence. “My dear you are flying!?” She half yells. I smile kindly towards her while nodding my head. She looks at me with awe before smiling herself. “Well I must say your powers have far exceeded my expectations.” She says before standing. She grabs Odin’s arm gently pulling him towards my door. I land looking at my father pleased with myself. “My dear...” He was cut off by my mothers hand hitting my face. I stand still as stone as rage fills her eyes. “How dare you?” She yells. I look away from her towards Thor and Loki who seem taken back by the scene in front of them. My father turns towards my mother acting as a shield. “Droyja!” My father says with clenched teeth. I touch his shoulder moving him to the side. I lock eyes with my mother. “Yes mother.... did you have something to say?” I say while grinding my teeth. She scoffs and raises her hand again. I catch it before I could come in contact with my face. She pulls away anger flashing in her eyes. “I should have killed you the day you were born. You are nothing but a disgrace to this family!” That was all she said before shoving past my father. I stand still keeping my emotions as bay while guest were present. “I’m sorry for the display you had to witness your highnesses.” I say bowing. My cheek burns as the wound begins to heal. Of course she used the ringed hand this time. I stand back up smiling plainly. “Y/N I will see you at dinner my dear.” My father says before exiting the overly tense balcony. Thor shifts uncomfortably as the silence drags on. “Princess Y/N it was a pleasure to see you... I look forward to your company this evening.” He says before bowing. I curtsy in return and with that he left. It was only me and Loki on the balcony now. His eyes held mine, neither of us said a word. He bowed holding my gaze showing his understanding before leaving me alone.

I stay there letting my emotions get the best of me. The tears welling up I while slamming the balcony doors shut. A scream escapes my lips echoing outside throughout the kingdom. A blue aura covers my body slowly turning a deep red shade. I grip the rails on the balcony turning my knuckles white. Screams and sobs leave my lips as the humiliation and sadness takes over. A slow rumble vibrates the ground as my eyes become clouded with held in tears. I scream at the pain I was feeling. This causes the whole kingdom to shake as if it was hit with an earthquake. Collapsing to the floor I silently cry as the aura fades away back into my body. People shouting was all I heard before resting my eyes into a much needed sleep.

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I wake up to a servent girl shaking me. “Princess dinner is ready.” She says oblivious to my tear stained cheeks. I nod slowly gathering myself up from the cold cement floor. I smile kindly at her dismissing her from my presence. I enter my chambers to see items scattered along the floors. Sighing I pick up the fallen items before making sure I was presentable. With a quick touch up to my makeup I was perfect almost. I leave the room to find a servent waiting to lead me to the dining hall. We walk through several hallways before stopping at grand golden doors. She quickly opens the door allowing me to see inside. Of course more gold, I enter bowing before the king and queen.

“Princess have a seat beside your mother.” Frigga says motioning to my mother. I visibly stiffen but continue to walk towards the available seat. Odin and Frigga sat opposite each other at the large table. Thor, my father and Loki sat in front of me and my mother. Dinner was awkward to say the least. Thor and Odin talked loudly about his training and the random earthquake incident. I lowered my head trying to avoid the conversation. “Y/N sit up I didn’t raise you to be rude.” My mother whispers grabbing my wrist. Her hold was so tight it hurt. I try to pull away but she just tightens her grip. “Lihednat Dolchitni....” she whispers while pricking her finger. I feel my throat close making it impossible to breathe. I bring my hand to my throat hoping my magic will counteract hers. “Listen here daughter. You will obey me until this is all over and you are married. If you make on wrong step to cross me you will die painfully slow. Nod your head so I know you understand.” She says looking at me. I nod slowly struggling to see. She removes her hand and I gasp for air causing everyone to turn to me.

“I’m... sorry.... may... I..... be.... excused..?” I struggle to say having to breather between each word. Frigga nods her head concern in her eyes. I stand up quickly almost falling over. Luckily a servent caught me before I could. Straightening up I scurry out of the room. The doors close behind me allowing me to collapse on them. I gasp for air trying to control my breathing. I glance at my wrist seeing the purple bruises form from my mothers grip. Suddenly my wrist snaps backwards. Tears prick the edges of my eyes as my wrist sears in pain. Ok mother if this is how you want to play.... I’ll play.

I walk back to my room to calm down. My wrist has healed back to its normal state thanks to my father. When I was little he placed a healing spell on me due to my mothers unending torture. I lay down hoping to catch rest but before I could a knock came upon my door. I reluctantly get up to answer the knocking. “Hello?” “Y/N it’s me Thor. I wanted to see what happened to you at dinner.”

“I’m fine.”

“Open the door and we can talk.”

“I appreciate the concern, but really I’m fine.”

“Can I come in to talk then?” I finally open the door allowing him inside. He smiles before entering. He looks around the room admiring its simplicity. “Why do you put up with her?” His question shocks me. “I don’t think I know what you mean.” “Yes you do.” His eyes meet mine with a piercing stare. I sigh motioning to the bed for us to sit. “Thor it is much more complicated then you think.” I say looking at him. He was quite handsome his blonde hair and blue eyes suited him. He was in his silver armor, yet his red cape was missing. “Then uncomplicate it for me.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Well you are to be my wife. I should at least no why you do what you do.”

“You are mistaken.”

“How is that?”

“I am not getting married to you as of right now.” This confuses him tremendously. “What is this you speak of?” He asks standing up. I sigh closing my eyes. “As of now I will marry whomever I fall for.” I say glancing at him. He paces back and forth at this information. “Well then I will win your heart.” He says smiling like he has just discovered a new realm. “Thor....” I started but was cut off by his loud laughing. He looks crazy in this moment laughing to himself. “Goodnight Y/N.” He says before leaving me alone. I sit still wondering what the hell has just happened.

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Queens Of Odin’s Eye: Ch. 8

Creative Collab With: @laketaj24 @courtrae89 @grungyblonde

Rating: Mature Content 18+

Catch Up Here

The meeting ended with everyone going their separate ways.

“Why don’t we stay a while” The voices in my head hissed.

“We cant stay, We have business to attend to.” I rolled my eyes. I spoke out loud to the voices all the time. If I didn’t they just got louder and louder, baiting my anger. Then I really looked like a crazy person from the outside. Everyone here was used to it though. The crazy that is.

“Talking to yourself again Harley?” Bjorn smirked stopping in front of me.

“The voices are extra loud today for some reason.” I frowned.

“I could help you silence them… if you want.” He grinned and reached out to run a finger down my cheek.

“My voices are all the company I need thanks.” I winked and tried to go around him.

“I don’t know why you do this shit Brii, I love you… you love me what is so hard about that.” He blocked my way again.

“Once a cheater always a cheater.. Give it up we had sex twice after we broke up, That was all!” I huffed and pushed him out of my way. If he came for me again I was going to shoot his sorry ass.

I didn’t give him the glory of looking back as I tried to find Kia and Court. They were sitting at the bar.

“Fucking hell! If Bjorn doesn't give it a break I'm going to kill him.” I groaned sitting down between them.

“You know you love him! I don’t see why you just don’t give in.” Kia smiled downing her shot.

“Yeah Harley, I know he cheated but he’s apart of OE they all cheat.” Court shrugged.

“That is the problem, all the men here are cheaters and we keep giving them passes! And for what, The opportunity to cheat again?” I cursed and slammed down my empty shot glass.

“When you put it that way..” I watched Kia’s eyes linger over Ivars figure as he leaned over the pool table.

“We all know if it wasn’t for Uriah you’d be fucking Ivar..” I whispered. Court snickered and Kia Looked Murderous.

“I Told you to stay out of my head Brii!” She hissed.

I stood from the bar stool and grabbed my cut. “ I don’t need images from the gods to tell that, I can see you staring at him.”

“So we still on for tonight?” Court asked as Kia jumped up from the bar and stormed off and I was headed out of the club door.

“No.. Okay.” She sighed downing another shot.

I was halfway across the parking lot I was flagged down my Ragnar.

“Brii I've been looking all over for you, I know its been a while but I have someone I want you to meet.” He raised his eyebrows and I got the message.

In the past when OE got new members or just men and women wanting to join; Ragnar would call a meeting and we’d all gather at the table. Id ask for the persons hand and try to learn what I could from the images id see. It helped weed out the undercover cops and weak ass human beings.

I followed him into the meeting room and everyone else was already crammed inside. I nodded to Rollo and the Sons of Ragnar before taking my seat at the end of the table by my father.I wasn’t really a member anymore but either They’d forgotten that or just didn’t care.

“ The time has come make a final decision doing business with an old friend of ours, he has served us well in the past but I want to make sure he is of good standing.” Ragnar nodded at Ivar and he opened the door. A man with dark hair and bright blue eyes walked in and stood to the side. Ivar had a smirk that would rival Loki himself.

Floki hissed and made no point to hide his distaste for the Christian.

“You may speak.” Ragnar nodded to the man.

“My name is Heahmund, I'm sure some of you have heard of me as I am the largest gun runner in this country. I am looking to do business with your club in hopes that we can all profit immensely.” He stopped talking and looked around the room.

“Harley?” Rollo nodded to me. I got up from my seat and walked around the table to stand beside Ragnar and Ivar.

“Give me your hand.” Was all I said as I held out my own. Heahmund looked at Ragnar and Rollo oddly but gave me his hand nonetheless.

As soon as our hands touched I was bombarded with images of crimes and Women, so many women.

My face grew hot at a particular scene where he fucked a widow whose husband had been buried hours before. She gripped the headboard as he fucked her from behind. I quickly retracted my hand and cleared my throat. His eyes traveled over my face and continued down my leather clad body.

“Well besides being a man whore he checks out.” I said out loud making the men snicker.

“Well I suppose that is good to know. All in favor of Mr. Heahmund?” Ragnar raised his hand followed by everyone else but Floki. He dropped the dowel on the wooden platform and all the men stood up to disperse. Heahmund kept staring at me, I was starting to wonder if he had a fucking problem when he spoke up.

“I don’t mean to stare, I simply cannot help myself.” His eyes glinted and with those words he walked out. I was standing there with my mouth open and Hvitserk was tired of waiting.

“Come on Brii.” He smiled placing his hand on the back of my neck.

I can control my gift but only when I concentrate. Hvit caught me off guard and I found myself watching a scene that turned my stomach. It was Gray, she was on her knees in front of him.

“You have to help me bring down the club.” She purred unzipping his jeans.

“Tell me what I have to do.” Hvitserk groaned.

I jerked my head away and turned on Hvitserk, my 9mil aimed at his forehead as he fell back onto the table. There was a mass scramble and before long everyone had their eyes on me. Ragnar and Rollo started screaming for everyone to remain calm but I was considering shooting Hvit right here and now!

“Brii, why the fuck do you have a gun pointed at my sons head.” Ragnar demanded gun in hand.

“HVITSERK PLANS TO BETRAY US AND RUN AWAY WITH HIS LITTLE SLUT GRAY!” I shouted. I was seeing red and the voices were screaming inside my head. Court and Kia rushed in at the sound of commotion.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talk about Brii, The voices must have gotten away with you!” Hvitserk swallowed deeply. Beads of sweat began to gather on his nose and I could see the first signs of fear.

“YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT I SHOULD BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW!” I pistol whipped the fuck out of him which made everyone start screaming again.

I reached forward and grabbed Hvitserk by the neck and then held out my hand to Ragnar. He took it quickly and then screamed out in frustration.

“EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! What Brii says is true, I have seen what she has seen” Ragnars voice grew heavy and in that moment time stopped…

“First I'm going to kill your filthy little skank Gray and then I'm going to slit your throat and watch you bleed out.” I cooed down by Hvitserks ear. I watched the fear bloom his eyes like poison injected into the blood. He looked over to Ragnar pleadingly.

“There will be time for bloodshed later Harley, right now you’re vision has given us the upper hand.” Ragnar stroked his beard.

“Yes, we can use this to our advantage. That Bitch doesn't know we are on to her!” Ivar looked at Hvitserk with rage.

I shoved Hvitserk away from me and sat back in a chair that was close by. Court leaned down to my level. “Calm down Brii. You're going to end up shedding the wrong blood if your temper gets the best of you.” I shot her a glare but she was right, I took a deep breath and listened to Ragnar talk.

“You will return to Gray with “evidence” of our crimes. She will never know the difference so, you better good at using your tongue to please her; as you are using it to tell lies Hvitserk.” Ragnar eyed his son with distaste. “This meeting is over.”

I stood from my chair and leaned over Hvitserk again. “Should you fail, I’ll be the last thing on this earth you see… you can count on that.” I spit on Hvitserk and walked out between Kia and Court. Looks like it was going to be a girls night after all…………..

Kia and I rode together after we dropped of Uriah with his grandmother. We were headed back to The Valkyrie, drinks would be on the house.

“What can I get you beautiful ladies tonight?” Astrid said from behind the bar.

“Pull out old reliable Astrid. Its been a long fucking night.” I said sitting down next to Kia.

“Seriously.” Kia looked up from her phone.

Astrid reached under the counter and pulled out a bottle of moonshine we had stashed. It was legit shit that would put some hair on your chest.

“That bad huh?” She said pouring us both a glass.

“I got booked this afternoon while I had Uriah.” Kia said taking a sip from her glass. She didn’t even wince.

“I almost killed Hvitserk this evening.” I took a sip from my own glass and looked up to see Court making her way over.

“So the party has begun.” She smirked asking for her own glass of shine.

“You three need a fucking vacation.” Astrid said putting the shine away.

“I know that’s right….” Kia downed the rest of her glass and I followed suit.

“I cant wait to watch that bitches empire crumble!” Court said suddenly.

“I’ll drink to that.” I laughed and pushed my empty glass towards Astrid, Kia held hers out also and all three of us took a drink in solidarity. That bitch Gray was going down.. one way, or another.

The lights in the bathroom were dim….

It was so hot in here….

“Fuck, Yeah…Harder”

The room was spinning….. I was so wet from the man whos cock was destroying my pussy.

Yeah I bet you fucking like that huh Harley!

The sounds of skin slapping against each other created a symphony of lust and need.

Fuck….. Fuck…. I was gonna cum.

“You’re close aren't you. Cum for daddy..that's it baby” He groaned in my ear. I was holding on to the bar stall so tight my palms were aching.

Stars… all I see are stars………

I lifted my head from the bar stool, looked over to see court in a booth and Kia on the bar top both of them passed out….

“That was a weird fucking dream” I thought as I ran my fingers over my lips “OWW!” my lips hurt like a bitch.. they were tender… like id been kis-…….. I got silent and replayed the dream in my head…. it wasn’t a dream at all.. I fucked up.

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