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lokisgoodgirl · 10 months

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Asgard's Greatest Lover [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: An offhand comment leads to a salty trip down memory lane. (w/c 1.4k) Warnings: Squabbling. D*ck measuring contests to fluff. Implied smut references.

“Loki, she’s looking over-” Despite best efforts to ignore it, the meaty elbow jostling the god’s ribs made him wince. “Loki, look, in the stand yonder. She’s looking, Loki- look” Thor boomed excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Will you desist?” Loki spat, hissing under his breath.

He could feel blood warming his cheeks, the volume of Thor's attempt at subtlety making him wish a portal would swallow him whole. He shouldn't have come. He didn't even like tennis. And yet, as always, here he was. With his public embarrassment of a brother. Loki grimaced as Thor began to point.

“But look hence...she noticed you! Perhaps she wishes to bid us good day.” He began to raise his arm, the start of a floppy wave which would likely be seen from space. “Wave, Loki- look, brother, see-!” Loki’s hand shot out, forcing the over-excited gesture down. “She’s wondering if you have utterly lost control of your faculties, brother;” Loki snarled, trying his best to look menacing. “As am I.”

Thor chortled, straightening a muscle vest which was three sizes too small. “Oh, Loki. You never have been very good at this sort of thing,” he sighed, letting his enthused gaze roam up and down the pristine grass court as Stark Industries friends and family took their seats. “It truly is a boon that you have one such as I to guide you in this romantic endeavour.” Loki raised his brows. He knew he shouldn’t take the bait. Especially in public. Especially today. But it was just too tempting.

“Whatever could you mean, brother?” he crooned, giving his most stoic side-eye with a tilt of his chin. He felt Thor bristle, telltale nervous fingering of blonde strands behind his ear letting Loki know the warning pitch of his voice had hit as intended.

“Well, Loki, it’s no secret that your love life has been fraught with unfortunate malaise where seduction is concerned,” “Unfortunate?” Loki said coldly, “I wouldn’t call a reputation as Asgard’s greatest lover unfortunate.”

Thor spluttered, shaking his head with sanctimonious laughter. “Ah, my little brother. I do admire the unshakeable esteem with which you hold your delusions.”

The dark brother’s grip tightened on the bleacher bench. “And I suppose you believe that title belongs to you, does it?” he sneered through gritted teeth. Poison flecked the words, dripping from his tongue like venom from a fang. Thor’s eyes narrowed. “I have the relic which proves it,” he shrugged.

“The one our mother gave you in solace when Jane left?” Loki snarled, “Pathetic. I doubt she even knew what it truly meant, just echoed your boorish claims thinking it was based in chivalry,” he paused. “At least, I hope that was her intent.” They stared at each other in pregnant silence.

“It matters not that mother gifted me said ceramic receptacle,” Thor said through gritted teeth. “What matters is, that my legend reaches far beyond the bifrost to bedchambers across nine realms, brother.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Whereas yours is rather more contained to the palace servant quarters.” “That was one instance,” Loki spat, “and she was the most comely chambermaid we’d ever had.” “I’m sure,” Thor huffed, rolling his eyes. He brought one fist in front of Loki’s face, flexing an ostentatious bulge of bicep. “I was too busy giving the princess of Nilfheim a shudder of my very special thunder to notice.” He smirked, delivering a slow wink to punctuate his prowess. “She was never the same afterwards, you know.” Loki stared open mouthed, before he burst into raucous laughter.

From across the court, Steve immediately stood with a snap; hands on his hips with the most uptight death glare Loki had ever seen. “This is tennis,” Steve squawked. “For gosh’s sakes, have some respect.”

Through tears of mirth, Loki saw you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. She recognises that Rogers is ridiculous, he thought. Good. That’s good.

Regaining his composure, Loki straightened. He smoothed his hair behind his ears, picking up the gauntlet his brother had carelessly cast down.

“Never the same. Quite.” he mused thoughtfully, collecting himself. “I can believe that your relentless dry-thrusting, lack of imagination and moans which sound suspiciously like the name of your talisman would scar her for life, yes.” “Leave Mjölnir out of this,” Thor snapped. Loki smirked, eyes wandering casually to where you sat. “The rumours are true then. Interesting.” he murmured slyly. Thor crossed and re-crossed his legs, the bleacher creaking beneath his weight. “She was perfectly satisfied,” the blonde grumbled, shifting his feet. Loki snorted. “Brother, you could not satisfy a woman if the key to unlocking her pleasure was written in parchment and propped upon her belly.” Thor stared, blankly. “Ah, yes – I forgot. A woman’s pleasure is not your forte is it,” Loki sneered, casting a quick glance towards his brother’s reddening face. “From what I heard, your attempts have been tragic at worst and laughable at best-” “Loki,” Thor warned, glancing anxiously at the people filling the seats behind them. But Loki continued, un-phased.

“Did you truly think you were to rub it with your chin?” He let out a harsh ooo, before sucking the air between his teeth.

“Those unfortunate women,” he drawled with feigned solemnity. “They didn’t want to hurt your feelings. ‘Asgard’s greatest lover’...please.” Thor tried to speak then thought better of it. Loki felt the glee begin to rise in his chest as he tasted victory in the air. “I felt moved for her when she hobbled from your chambers, poor thing. What did she cite for her impromptu departure, I wonder? Headache, was it?” He looked at his brother. The glazed look of bamboozled betrayal in his eyes told Loki that he was in fact, correct.

“Thankfully, I had just run a rather luxurious bath for myself which the lady found most soothing to aid her discomfort,” Loki purred, throwing his scarlet-faced sibling a knowing glance. “She was very grateful for my healing hands. And other anatomical attentions.”

Thor stared with slack-jawed disbelief.

The dark-haired god flicked his keen gaze towards you again. He let his eyes track up the skin of your bare calf, glinting in the afternoon sun. Supple, he pondered; thanking the Norns for the light breeze which rustled your skirt. On cue, you sipped from a large water bottle. Loki smirked.

“I was not aware that I was now a figure of such...ridicule. How times have changed.” Loki frowned as his moment of voyeurism was disturbed by Thor’s quiet mewl. With a sigh of resignation he swivelled, their knees touching. He reached for his brother’s hand, lowering his chin with sincerity in his eyes.

“Brother, that is not so” Loki said softly, “you have always been a figure of ridicule.”

Thor let out a shaky laugh, nodding. “I can always count on you to cheer me, brother” he said, patting Loki’s hand. Loki nodded once in acknowledgement. “Perhaps the next time you think yourself above me in the art of seduction, you will remember this conversation.”

“One can hope,” Thor chirped.

Loki rolled his eyes, retracting his hand. Polite clapping erupted as the first of the day’s players walked onto the court, waving at the crowds. He could feel Rogers suspicious stare burning into him from the other side of the grass, but he paid it no mind. “You truly think the odds are in my favour, brother?” Loki murmured thoughtfully, nodding subtly in your direction.

The two of them craned to catch a glimpse, the figure of his affections now half-obscured by a sea of lesser bodies. Your demure facial expression gave nothing away, but a pat on the shoulder from Natasha soon made you break into a dazzling smile. How she is not a goddess, I shall never know, Loki pondered; feeling his heart melt into his stomach and transform to a sea of butterflies. The redhead nudged her chin upwards, urging you to look up where the two gods stood. Staring. “Gods,” Loki hissed regretfully, continuing to clap like a fool. There was nothing else to be done. The boorishness of his brother had once again drawn the wrong kind of attention. But try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Perhaps she has some magic of her own, he mused.

Thor’s elbow jostled against his ribs, “I told you, Loki” he chortled, “god of chaos or not, I would say that the odds are most definitely in your favour where your lady is concerned.” “Truly?” Loki breathed, his heart beating faster as you gave him a small, bashful wave. “Truly,” Thor said, giving his brother’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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How scared shitless Loki would be if god killer cat force him to be her servant and making him walk everywhere they wanted to go and telling th to be quiet

What's more they even make him cook her food

-You weren’t known for doing favors for others, especially for gods, but when Odin approached you, asking you as well as bringing you an offering of high-quality whipped cream and a new Lovesac, bribing you, you agreed.

-Loki has been extra irritating as of late, more so than normal, and his pranks have been infuriating everyone and nobody, not even Odin was able to reign him in.

-Loki did this every few hundred years, to test his boundaries, usually ending with him getting attacked by more than one god, usually Odin.

-When Loki was summoned to your private quarters, he knew he had to answer, as you had the power to wipe everything out of existence if you wanted to. And despite his gremlin tendencies, Loki knew better not to cross you.

-When he entered your room, seeing Odin there, he sent a small glare to Odin as he spoke, “You will be serving Y/N as long as they see fit until further notice.” Loki knew this was punishment for his antics but he couldn’t argue or fight this.

-You enjoyed teasing Loki for a few days, making you wait on him hand and foot, filling your crystal bowl of whipped cream, fluffing your Lovesac chairs and tossing you onto them, making him brush you.

-However, after a while, you grew bored and you hopped into his lap, almost looking like you were grinning, “Wanna mess with others?”

-Loki held you up as if you were the only deity in existence as you let him pull pranks then rush back to you, pretending to be pampering you, and when other gods would come to yell at him, you would tell them that Loki has not left your sight.

-You made them apologize to Loki and they went on a wild goose chase, looking for this new prankster, unaware of what you were both doing.

-The only person who knew was Odin, using his all-seeing eye, who couldn’t help but grin, seeing the two of you tricking so many gods.

-When you finally released Loki from servitude, he still hung around, something you didn’t mind, as he would drag you into his mischief, something you found to enjoy yourself, but you did warn him to mind himself.

-He heard the silent warning in your words as he had to be careful so he wouldn’t be punished with something worse than serving you, which actually wasn’t too terrible.

-Odin did appreciate that Loki did tone down on his pranks afterwards, at least with him.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Tale as Old as Time

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: yelling, fighting, animal attack (not graphic), mentions of injury, slight mention of blood,

Summary: you find out the truth about the castle, and the monster.......

Part five-

You sat in the corner of your prison, holding your knees to your chest when you felt the castle shake, hearing bricks falling to the ground. You shot up going to the window. "Oh dear..." you heard Natasha "what happened, was that an earthquake?" You asked walking back into the room "no my dear, our time is running out." She sighed hopping back against the wall. "What does the mean?" You asked standing in front of her "Sorry dear, I'm wore out. I think a nap Is in order." She said yawning before she went still, looking like a piece of furniture again. "Natasha?" You carefully put your hand on a drawer but nothing happened.

You looked around the room when you felt your stomach rumble "maybe I should try to eat." You said to yourself. You slowly walked to the door hoping everyone had left, you knew he had. You slowly turned the handle peeking out seeing the hall empty. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you made your way down the deserted halls, no sign of life anywhere. "Madam, I see you've decided to take a stoll." You heard, whipping around seeing James hopping up behind you "Yes, I thought I should become acquainted with my new prison." You snarked turning back around. "Well, let's get you something to eat eh?" He said hopping in front of you. "But I thought your master said..." you started "what the master doesn't know.." he said winking "come, the kitchen is this way." He said as you followed him.

You walked into a large room, the table looked big enough for a hundred people "this place is huge." You said hearing your voice echo "yes, the master held many parties here, but now the castle is just a shell of it's former glory." He said sadly hopping onto the table. You took a seat at the very end of the table when a tea cup slid down the table "Hi, Im Peter." It said smiling "well hello peter, I'm y/n." You smiled back. "She's pretty mama." He said to the teapot hopping down the table "hello dear, I'm Mrs. Potts but you can call me Pepper." She said smiling "nice to meet you Pepper, I'm y/n." You introduced yourself. "Pepper! You shouldn't be talking to her!" Your heard as Anthony hopped angrily up the table "I can talk to whoever I wish." She said sternly to him hearing him huff "ignore him dear, he's full of hot air." She smiled making you laugh seeing Anthony roll his eyes.

"Dinner is served." You heard James bellow from the chandelier "how did he get up there?" You laughed "oh he's quite athletic that one." You heard Pepper say. A plate hopped on the table in front of you as a group of pots and pans made their way down the table, dishing up a three course meal as you watched in amazement. "So you were all servants here?" You asked Pepper as she kept every one organized "Yes, before the master was cursed, we all worked here in the castle, and now..." She sighed looking at peter. "So, how do you break the curse?" You asked as they all looked at you. "He has to fall in love!" Peter called out drawing everyone's attention. "W..what happens if he doesn't?" You asked "I'm afraid he will be cursed to remain in the form he is in and we...." Pepper trailed off looking at Peter. "Oh....I see." You said looking down. "Don't worry about that dear, eat up and let us know if you need anything." She smiled hopping towards peter.

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"OK, off to bed with you." James said walking you to the stairs "Yes, straight to bed, no dawdling." Anthony called out as you walked up. "Ok ok, I'll go straight to my room, jeez." You sighed "and stay away from the west wing!" He called out "Yes sir!" You called back mock saluting him seeing him roll his eyes. You walked towards your hallway, glancing back seeing them hop off to somewhere. When they were out of sight you quickly ran across to the other side of the stairs.

You walked the dark hallway, paintings adorned the walls lined with suits of armor, some having been knocked over. You got an uneasy feeling the further you ventured, the silence was deafening when you came across a painting of a family. You looked at the gold placard reading "Queen Frigga, King Odin, and Prince Loki." You looked up seeing a beautiful woman with long golden hair sitting in a chair, an older man sitting in a chair next to her holding her hand, and another man stood behind them in the middle but his face was missing, like someone ripped that part of the painting out. "Prince Loki..." you said to yourself as you backed up, looking down the hall to a set of doors at the very end.

You looked back down the hall making sure no one saw you before tuning and heading towards the doors. You slowly pushed it open seeing no one inside and slipped in, closing the door behind you. You looked around seeing broken furniture littering the room, the curtains ripped down, a mirror hanging on the wall had been smashed. "What happened here...." you whispered to yourself slowly walking further in when something bright caught your eye. A small table was sat near the balcony doors, a glass cloche sat atop it with a blue glowing light. You tip toed to it, looking around making sure no one was there.

You stood before the table, slowly lifting the glass seeing a bright blue snow flake floating in mid air twinkling in the light. You slowly reached your hand out trying to figure out how it was floating when something jumped down from the roof making you jump "what are you doing here!?" Loki yelled storming towards you, pulling the coche out of your hand setting back on around the snowflake "i...I'm sorry i.." you started "Do you realize what you could have done!?" He yelled again spinning to face you "I didn't mean any harm, I just.." you tried "YOU COULD HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING!" He yelled towering over you "im sorry! I..." you tried again. Loki picked up a chair throwing it againt the wall "GET OUT!" He yelled "but i.." You said "GET....OOOUUUTTT!" He yelled again making you run as fast as you could from the room down the hall.

You ran down the stairs towards the front doors "Madam, where are you going?" You heard James call out as you grabbed a cloak by the door "I can't stay here a minute longer!" You yelled running out the door. You ran down the front steps seeing Slepnir "what...did you come back for me?" You asked hearing him neigh "let's get out of here." You told him jumping in the saddle you took off as fast as he could go. You entered the woods hearing a wolf howl "hurry up boy." You said holding tight to the reigns. You heard another howl closer, looking behind you seeing a pack running close behind you "shit! Come on boy faster!" You yelled digging your heels in holding on. You ducked quickly to avoid a tree when Slepnir reared up, bucking you off. You stood up, seeing you were surrounded as they nipped at Slepnir's legs. You picked up a large stick hitting one in the face as another lunged grabbing your cloak pulling you down.

You yanked on it trying to get free when one came up in front of you growling. You closed your eyes bracing for the inevitable when you heard a loud whimper. Opening your eyes you saw him, kneeling between you and the wolves. He turned looking at you, there was almost a softness in his eyes "Are you alright?" He asked as you nodded. You pointed at a wolf that was about to lunge and he quickly grabbed it throwing it into a tree. Suddenly the whole pack descended on him as he punched, and threw them in all directions. You quickly looked around for anything you could use as a weapon hearing his cloak tear, hearing him growl loudly when one bit his arm before throwing it against a tree. You watched anxiously as the wolves retreated into the woods. He looked back at you stumbling, hearing him huff as he fell to the ground.

You quickly turned to Slepnir about to ride off but something made you stop. You looked back at him laying in the snow, seeing the bite mark on his arm. You slid your cloak off walking over kneeling next to him you laid it over him "a..are you awake?" You asked quietly as he slowly opened his eyes. "I'm gonna need you to do something for me.." you said as he looked into your eyes "I'm going to need you to stand." You said as you grabbed his arm helping him up guiding him to Slepnir.

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You got him settled in the chair by the fire "stay there, I'll be right back." You told him as he glared at you. You ran grabbing a bowl of warm water, a towel and bandages from the washroom. You knelt down in front of him trying to grab his arm as he pulled it away from you cradling "will you....hold still." You said reaching for his arm with the towel finally catching it pressing the towel down as he growled "AAHH THAT HURTS!" He yelled glaring at you "Well if You would hold still it wouldn't hurt so much!" You yelled back not releasing his arm "if you hadn't of run away I wouldn't have been injured!" He yelled back. "Well if you hadn't frightend me maybe I wouldn't have run away!" You yelled back cleaning his arm as he glared at you.

"Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing, nor my chambers for that matter!" He yelled wincing as you cleaned his wound "Well you need to control your temper!" You yelled back as he went speechless not looking at you. "So, your...your Prince Loki....aren't you?" You asked as he turned to look at you. "Yes, I am....or was I should say." He sighed looking down. "Well thank you, Loki. For saving my life." You said grabbing the bandages. He watched you meticulously wrap his arm, not flinching when you touched his skin. You looked into his eyes smiling "y..your...welcome." He said nodding. "I'll make you some tea and we'll see if there are any other cuts to attend to." You said squeezing his hand smiling. He watched you get up and walk to the kitchen before looking into the fire.

"Master, are you alright." James asked hopping onto the table "yes! Yes I'm fine." He said clearing his throat. "I will be retiring soon, please ensure y/n has everything she needs...please." He said looking down. "Of course master." James said nodding his head hopping down. James made his way towards the kitchen seeing Pepper and Anthony "what happened?" Pepper asked "I think the ice around his heart may have melted a little." James said smiling continuing to the kitchen. Pepper looked down at Peter "are they in love mama?" Peter asked "no my dear, not yet. But there may be something there that wasn't there before." She winked "off to bed now let's go." She said as Peter hopped into the cabinet. "Do you really think the master can learn to love Pep?" Anthony asked "if anyone can teach him, it's her." She smiled watching you bring him his tea. "She's special that one." She said hopping in the cabinet.

Every man needs that one woman who can soothe the beast inside them......you might be Loki's......

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november-rayne · 10 months

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sera's Trials

Summary: Loki uses his powers to get to the bottom of Sera's claim.

Sigyn and Loki have another heart-to-heart talk about moving forward.

Word Count: 5000 (sorry)

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Chapter Index

Sigyn looked to the Queen in a panic, “What is he doing? Is he hurting her?”

Frigga shook her head. “She is fine. Loki is tapping into her mind, going through her memories.”

“Why did we not start with that?” Sigyn huffed, her ire still fresh.

It was a strange sensation, seeing himself in someone else’s memories. Loki suppressed a grin, seeing himself through her eyes as he gave her pleasure, as she tenderly washed his hair and watched him sleep as the sun started peeking over the horizon.

Before she was his chambermaid, Sera worked in the laundry, delivering fresh towels and sheets to the maids and picking up the soiled items to be cleaned. One day she found herself unable to take her eyes off a mason as he repaired a low stone wall near the servant’s entrance of the palace. Their affair lasted nearly a year…

‘Absolutely not! Under no circumstances are you to go and work for that man.’

‘The last time I checked, we were not married. You cannot tell me who I can and cannot work for. Besides, that man is a Prince of Asgard and pays ridiculously well.’

‘And why do you think that is? Huh? You would be spending more time in his bed than making it.’

‘He has lovers all over the palace. What would he need with me?”

‘Oh, come on. Do not tell me you are this naïve! You are young and beautiful. It is no coincidence that he wants you to tend to his private rooms.” He took a deep breath, “You know of his reputation, the way he goes through the servants. He will have you on your knees before your first week ends.”

“That is not true! This is nothing but a wonderful opportunity for me. Just think, with this pay increase, we could save up and get our own place. We could stop sneaking around the palace. Don’t you want to move out of the servant’s quarters? Wouldn’t it be nice not to share a bathroom with thirty other men? Don’t you want a future together?” She ran her hands down his chest.

“Of course, I do, Sera, but I cannot compete with a prince.” He held her with his rough, calloused hands. “And I will not share you with another man.”

‘Jakob, I love you. I will not give in to his… allure. Just think of the money.”

‘You would be his whore! I am putting my foot down. If you accept this job, we are through.’

Loki watched himself charm her during her first week on the job. She was pretty and eager to do good work. He felt the guilt she felt the first time he patted her bottom and sent her to fetch his dinner. He felt the dizzy spell she endured as she set his table and the realization that set in as she returned to the servant’s quarters, counting the days in her head, trying to remember when her courses were supposed to start.

She knocked on the door to one of the men’s residences.

One of Jakob’s roommates answered, ‘Oh hey, love. What brings you by?’

‘I need to speak to Jakob right away.’

‘Oh, din’ he tell ya, love? Jakob resigned today. Took all his things and moved out.’

‘What?! Where did he go?’ She felt like she was going to faint.

‘Yur as white as a sheet, love. You gonna be all right?’

‘No!’ She braced herself on the doorframe. ‘I need to see Jakob.’

‘Well, he din’ leave any notes or tell any of us where he was headin’.’

She turned slowly and started making her way down the hall. Shattered.

‘If you be needin’ any company, you come back and see me, love.’

He felt her heartache when she realized Jakob was not coming back. He saw the exact moment in her mind when she decided that she did not want to raise a child on her own, that she would put all thoughts of her lover aside and focus on making her way up the ranks of service. He tasted the vile teas and herbs she consumed in secret.

Loki watched her memories of himself as he flirted with her. He also saw the exact moment she decided to flirt back. The thrill she got when he kissed her for the first time—the butterflies in her stomach as he led her to his bed.

He felt her determination to put Jakob out of her mind and allow him to use her for his pleasure. He felt how unprepared she was to discover that he was mindful of her pleasure too. How he kept checking in with her to be sure she was enjoying it as much as he was. How he took his time caressing her, drowning her in praise, smothering her in kisses.

Like a lover.

He heard her thoughts as she questioned whether he had developed feelings for her.

He felt her dread as she had to leave his bed before he woke, trying very hard to be quiet as she got sick in his bathroom. He saw the fear in her eyes as she looked in the mirror, realizing the teas she had purchased had not worked. She told herself not to panic and carry on as if nothing was amiss. She would pray to the Norns for a solution. A new outcome would present itself. It had to.

His words told her not to become attached, but his attentiveness and care in the bedroom convinced her she was a cherished prize. She thought that maybe, just maybe, he would keep her once he realized her secret. She had to pretend her breasts weren’t tender when he squeezed them. She had to cut down on the amount of food she ate to avoid gaining weight.

Of course, she knew he would never marry her, but he could afford to keep her as a mistress. She did not need luxury, just comfort and security. She was hopeful.

And then she was heartbroken again, as he too had left her behind. He watched her in his mind as she ran her hand along his abandoned garments hanging in his wardrobe. She fluffed his pillows that had not been slept on. She uncorked his shampoo to breathe in the scent of him once more.

Depressed and despondent, she returned to her job in the laundry during his absence. She was barely eating, hardly sleeping. She cut ties with her friends and coworkers. She stopped herself from thinking of the future. She focused on her job and waited patiently for one of her lovers to return to her.

Until one day, she woke to a buzz of excitement thrumming through the entire palace. The lost prince had finally returned, the King and Queen were en route back to their home, and Loki was to meet his betrothed for the first time in front of all the capital's citizens.

She joined the crowds awaiting the arrival of the royals. When the princes emerged from the main entrance and took their place in front of the palace, she could not believe her eyes. It was Prince Loki, but he did not look well. His coloring was off, his clothes hung on him loosely, and his movements were anxious and agitated. She felt the overwhelming urge to care for him, nurse him back to health, and ensure he was comfortable and happy.

And then she saw it- the exact moment his eyes landed on Lady Sigyn. His posture changed, and the look on his face could only be described as awe.

Sera could no longer watch and ran back to her empty quarters. She threw herself on her small bed and cried until her tears had dried up. She needed to get back in the prince’s good graces and quickly. She would not be able to keep her secret much longer. She had to remind him of what he missed while he was away.

With renewed determination, she bathed and got ready with the prince in mind. She left her hair loose, as he preferred, and dabbed sweet-smelling oils on her wrists and behind her ears. She planned to seduce him, pleasure him in all the ways she knew made him weak, and while he was pliant and sated, she would suggest he hide her away somewhere as his mistress after he was married. It was a gamble, but she didn’t know what else to do.

She donned her maid uniform and strode confidently into his chambers, the guards barely giving her a second glance. She found him fast asleep in his bed. He looked less sickly than he had earlier, peaceful, beautiful. She watched him sleep for a while before deciding to wake him in his favorite manner- with her mouth.

Loki felt the confusion, heartbreak, and panic she felt as he rebuffed her advances. Her clawing desperation as he led her from his rooms. Her utter humiliation as she was led to the security offices by a guard.

She was given only enough time to gather her belongings before being escorted to a plain open carriage and deposited at a large inn miles and miles from the palace on the capital's outskirts. Her new employers were brisk and harsh with her. Her new accommodations were dreary and run down. Her fellow maids were cruel and mocked her for getting rejected from the palace. They called her ‘Princess’ and made her few weeks there Hel.

It was one of her roommates that had gotten her fired. She noticed Sera’s little bump one day as she changed clothes, despite her best efforts to hide it. The innkeepers put her out immediately and told her to go back home to her parents. She laughed bitterly; what a thing to say to a girl orphaned as a baby. Her only family had been a grandmother who passed on when she was just out of secondary school. She had been on her own ever since. Until she met Jakob.

Jakob.

Her heart broke for him. For him and for the future they would never have together. For the little passenger she carried with her everywhere she went, the little fighter who was adamant about being born into this cruel world.

She stood behind the inn with her bag in hand and cried. She cried until her sobs became giggles. She laughed at the utterly ridiculous situation she found herself in. ‘Playwrights could not have penned a more tragic story.’ She thought as she started walking, with no destination in mind.

She had no idea where she would sleep this night. She had no idea where to go until she turned a corner and saw the top of the golden palace come into view, far off in the distance.

She realized she could only have been pregnant a few weeks before she started sleeping with the prince. If there were even a slim chance he would claim the child, she had to take it. Even if he sent her away once the child was born, she could find a new job and start fresh, knowing the baby would be better off without her.

‘And if I am caught lying?’ she pondered. ‘Surely the King would not execute a single pregnant girl?’

Imprisonment would not be ideal, but at least she would have meals and a place to sleep, she rationalized. What did she have to lose?

With a new plan in place, she steeled her nerves and started the long journey to the palace gates.

oOXOo

Loki opened his eyes and looked at his mother with a heartbreaking expression.

“Was there no one else?” Frigga asked quietly.

Loki kept his hand on the top of Sera’s head. He gave her gentle pats as she came around. “The child is not mine.” His voice was barely above a whisper. He looked to Sigyn, her noticeable relief was plain on her face.

“She knowingly lied about the paternity of her child?” Frigga asked.

“She did not feel like she had any other choice. She knew it was a risk, yet she took it anyway, hoping I would claim the child and give it a good life, with or without her.” He bent over and placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

“Your Highness?” Sera asked meekly. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly as Loki fell heavily into the seat beside her, drained.

Loki stroked her arm, “I am sorry, Sera. I am very sorry about everything you have been through. I am so very sorry Jakob left you because of me.”

She wiped a single tear from her cheek, “Will I be going to the dungeon now?”

“Not if I can help it.”

The servants entered with tea and platters of food. “Ah, just in time.” Loki smiled, “The Lady gets very cranky when she is hungry.” He winked at Sigyn as he stood. “I need to speak to the King and Queen privately. Can I trust you two to be alone for a few minutes?” Loki stood, kissed Sigyn on her cheek, and squeezed her arm affectionately.

“Do not plan any political coups while I am gone.” He warned Sigyn before he motioned for his parents to meet him in the throne room.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She gave him a smirk as she curtsied.

Loki closed the door behind him and took a deep breath, immediately regretting it because of the pain his ribs had caused him. Frigga placed her hand on his arm.

“Sera needs our help, Father. She knowingly lied to the Crown and leveled a false claim, but I ask that you please show mercy. Obviously, she needs to see the midwife, but she also needs our help finding the child’s father. He left before she knew she was pregnant.”

Odin crossed his arms over his chest, “Go on.”

“He worked and lived here at the palace. A stone mason. Jakob Larson. They were starting to plan a life together, but he left her. And it is all my fault.”

“How could it possibly be your fault?” Frigga asked, her face etched with concern.

“I stole her future from her the day she came to work for me.”

“How so?”

“She…” He raked his hand over his face, “She just wanted a better life and a home with her beau. I did not think of the negative consequences bringing her to my chambers could bring about. I only thought of the game. Getting her to submit to me, the fun I could have with her.” Loki leaned heavily on the wall. Exhausted.

“Wisely, her lover warned her to stay away from me. He knew my true intentions. He told her they would be done if she accepted the job. I made her an offer she could not refuse, and he broke it off with her.

“She was determined to remain faithful to him, to prove that she could earn a good living without whoring herself. Her words, Mother, not mine.” Loki could not meet his mother’s eyes; he stared at his boots. “She went to him to tell him about the baby, but he had already left the palace. He left without saying goodbye.” Loki’s eyes started to tear up; he still felt the effects of Sera’s emotions.

“Apologies,” he said as he wiped his eyes with his thumb, “this tends to happen when I linger too long in one’s mind.”

“Oh, my dear boy.” Frigga patted his face.

“Do not coddle him, Frigga. He is a grown man. He has brought this upon himself.” Odin was stoking his beard, deep in thought.

The Queen started to protest, to defend her youngest son, but stopped herself. Perhaps she had spoiled him too much. She had knowingly turned a blind eye to his activities with their staff. She chalked his behavior up to his element, his mischief. She could have been as strict with him as she had been with Thor, but she had always had a soft spot for him, especially after Odin started Thor's tutelage and paid less attention to Loki.

“You are right. I think I will check on the girls. I am sure whatever you decide will be fair.” She squeezed Odin’s arm and then kissed Loki’s cheek. He bowed to his mother as she made her exit. Before she left, she said, “But do hurry this along. I am ready for this day to be over.”

Odin sighed, “Do you see how she subtly gives me orders? As not to make it obvious that she is the boss. Your Sigyn could learn from her.”

The corner of Loki’s mouth turned up, “I was not kidding about her when she is hungry. Thank you for not admonishing her. She thought she was protecting my child.” Loki shook his head, “She is so passionate, so…”

“Loyal,” Odin nodded. “With some training, she will be a wonderful addition to the Æsir.”

Loki’s heart leaped, “Father… you would make her a Goddess?”

“I do not see that I have a choice. You saw how strong her element is. I have never seen it come through in such a way. I will need to send a message to Idunn right away. I can trust that you will keep this just between the two of us for now?”

“I promise,” Loki swore. “Thank you.” Loki bowed to the King.

“Now, what to do with the girl?” Odin stroked his beard. “She cannot go unpunished, regardless of her situation. She could have saved herself some trouble if she had just been forthcoming from the beginning.”

“I agree. But I do not think imprisonment is fair.”

“All right. What would you suggest?”

Loki was slightly baffled that his father would ask for his input on the matter, “Well I… I would place her on house arrest. Give her proper medical attention. Give her a modest room, but always keep a guard on her so she does not flee. Not that she has anywhere else to go. We could check with the employment department and see if Jakob Larson left a forwarding address. Locate the father of her child and summon him back to the palace to retrieve her. She could be assigned community service in the interim. Something she could do easily in her condition.” Loki shrugged his shoulder, “Fold towels? Mending?”

Odin was thoughtful for a minute, “And what if this Jakob Larson rejects the girl and their child? They were not married. He is not legally bound to take her back with him.”

“Well… in that instance, I suppose I could… with your permission, of course, keep the child as my ward. I would pay for his education and ensure that he enters a noble profession when he comes of age. He would not be my heir, so the title of Warden would go to Anderson’s grandson after I am gone.”

“You would take financial responsibility for a child that is not yours? The child of your whore?”

“She was not… I never thought of her as a whore.”

“You paid her for sex.”

“Yes, technically, but… I was mindful of her needs as well. I never proceeded with anything she was uncomfortable doing.” Loki lowered his voice, “Father, I thought you, of all people would understand.”

“If you are referring to Margit, I can assure you that was an entirely different scenario. I cared for her very deeply. Our affair lasted over a century. When the news of my betrothal was announced, I wanted to keep her, but she turned down my offer to be my mistress. Thankfully so. We went our separate ways, and I found love and happiness with your mother.”

“Apologies Father, I had no idea. I just assumed it was a strictly physical relationship.”

Odin waved his hand dismissively, “We need to focus on the issue at hand.” He started pacing across the dais. “I will sleep on this matter and render my verdict tomorrow. I am far too tired to make a good decision tonight. I will collect your mother and have dinner brought to our chambers. Let the girls eat, then send Sigyn back to her father. I will leave it up to you how much of this gets back to His Lordship.”

“Yes, Father.” Loki frowned, “Lord Anderson will want to know what was so important as to keep us from the feast. I am not looking forward to that conversation.”

“No matter. It can wait until you have rested. You are supposed to be taking it easy. You should not have physically and mentally drained yourself just coming off an injury. We would have gotten to the truth eventually.”

“There was too much on the line. I could not bear the thought of calling off the wedding. I owed it to Sigyn to erase any doubt in her mind.”

“Tomorrow is your last day as a single man. I am ordering you to stay in bed so your body may regenerate as needed.”

“Yes, Father.”

“See that the girl is secured somewhere for the night and delivered to the hospital ward first thing tomorrow morning for a full medical examination. I will have Henrik assemble a team to track down Jakob Larson.”

Loki bowed and bid his father goodnight.

After the King and Queen exited, Loki was left in the small council room with Sigyn and Sera. Sera was nervously standing next to her chair at the table.

“Please,” Loki waved his hand toward her plate, “Finish eating.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” She sat and looked down at her hands in her lap, feeling entirely out of place.

“Here, try the dandelion salad. The greens are good for you and the baby.” Sigyn scooped some salad onto her plate.

Sera stared at her briefly, asking, “Why are you being nice to me?”

“I have no quarrel with you, Sera.”

“But I… I tried to…”

“I know what you tried to do.” She gave her a tight smile. “I can empathize with you while simultaneously wanting to rip your head off in a jealous rage. More tea?”

“My Lady?”

Sigyn topped up her cup from the kettle, “You were alone and desperate. I do not blame you for grasping for a lifeline. Coming from a life of privilege, I do not have the faintest idea what I would have done differently if I were in your shoes.”

She glanced up and gave Loki a wistful look before turning her attention to Sera, “With that being said, I am envious of the proximity you have had to the Prince. You have spent more time alone with him than I have. You have had the privilege of sleeping in his bed, and I have not. So, I think that I can be forgiven for feeling a little… stabby.”

“I understand.” Sera swallowed thickly and slid her cutlery to the other side of her plate, out of Sigyn’s reach.

Sigyn took a drink of her tea and then looked at Loki across the table. “You need to eat as well.” She said as she motioned to the platters of food before focusing on her plate again.

Sera looked to Loki, confused. “Should I… make you a plate, Your Highness?”

“No, Sera. It is not your job to serve me anymore. You are here as a guest for now. Please, eat. I insist.” Loki ran his hand through his hair, “Sigyn, darling, I am too tired to eat right now. I will have a big breakfast in the morning. I promise.”

Sigyn scoffed, “Too tired to eat? I have never been that tired.” She took a big forkful of salad into her mouth.

Loki sat across the table from the two women and watched them eat. They were from two different worlds, different as could be socially but strangely similar in other ways. They had similar coloring and bone structures, long dark hair, and elegant limbs. They both had pretty eyes and thick lashes. And their lips… Loki felt heat flood his belly.

‘No! Absolutely not! What the fuck is wrong with you?’ he chastised himself. He shook his head to clear it before the wicked image could fully form in his mind.

He cleared his throat and crossed his legs. “Sera, I should let you know that the King has not come to a final decision yet. But he has granted you accommodation for the night. You must have a medical examination in the morning. While you are here, you will have a guard on you, though I do not want you to fret. If you were meant for the dungeons, he would have put you there by now.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Sera nodded. “May I speak?”

“Go on.”

She placed her fork down, “You have always treated me with kindness. Very few in my life have done so. I am sorry that I mistook your kindness for affection. I never wanted to cause trouble.”

“I know. But I should not have used you the way I did.”

“I never felt used, Your Highness,” she blushed.

Sigyn arched an eyebrow at Loki as she chewed.

“Yes, well, regardless. It was inappropriate. I used my status and wealth to put you in a position where you felt it difficult to say no to my offer. It should never have happened.”

“I am not sorry it happened,” Sera offered. “You were a welcome distraction from my heartbreak.”

“You would not have been heartbroken in the first place if it weren’t for me.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Only the Norns know.”

oOXOo

Once the girls were finished eating, Loki handed Sera off to a housekeeper and a palace guard. She was taken to a small, single-room, interior apartment and given a few changes of clothes, a new pair of shoes, books, and jigsaw puzzles to keep her occupied.

Loki and Sigyn stood in the empty hallway outside the small council room. Sigyn stood quietly and waited for Loki to speak. He watched her as she stood across from him but not meeting his eyes.

“You are upset with me.” Not a question.

She let out a long, slow breath. “You made love to her?”

“I admitted to sleeping with my maids. That was not a deception.”

“You didn’t just take your pleasure from her?”

“Well, no. Where is the fun in that?”

“When she warmed your bed, did you hold her as she slept?”

“Usually.” He quirked his eyebrow at her, perplexed.

“Did you kiss her mouth? Whisper in her ear? Call her pet names? Stroke her hair? Did you look into her eyes as you spilled inside her?”

“I…” He did not know what to say. He just looked at her. He was trying to read her expression.

She looked up to the ceiling, “You didn't just fuck her, Loki! You were intimate with her! You made love to her!”

He was confused, “No, Sigyn, sweetling, I have only ever loved you. I swear it.” He looked into her eyes, pleading. “I admitted to bedding my maids. I admitted this to you. You…” Loki swallowed thickly, “you told me that you understood.”

“What I understood…” She took a deep breath to keep from yelling, “…is that you paid your maids for sex. What I do not understand is how you could treat them like a lover and not expect them to get emotionally attached to you.”

“I… I told them not to become attached. I told them not to develop feelings for me.”

Sigyn threw her arms up in the air. “Ohhhh… you told them. I see. If I told you I was not upset right now, would you believe me?”

“Of course not! You are visibly upset.” Realization dawned on him. “Oh shit.” He turned away from her and ran his hand over his face. “Okay. I see what you mean.”

“Loki, are you telling me you never once had feelings for her?”

“No.” Loki shook his head; his voice was quiet. “I was getting ready to replace her before I got the news of our betrothal. She was one in a string of hundreds. Not special. It's horrible. I realize that now. I am not proud of myself.” He turned back to face her.

She took his hand into both of hers. “I will be honest; I felt better when I thought you were just using her to get off. I know I shouldn’t. I should be relieved that you were never cold with the women you brought into your bed. But how can I know, when you make love to me, that you love me as you say? If you can be affectionate with anyone, what makes going to bed with me special?”

He released her hands and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close. He rested his forehead on hers. “It will be special because it will be you. I love you. I love you, Sigyn. From the moment I laid eyes on you, felt your hand in mine, heard your voice. When I pressed my lips to the back of your hand and took in the scent of your skin. I was irrevocably in love with you. I never wanted children until I saw you. I have never had anyone occupy so much of my mind before.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. “My heart has never done these weird little flips before. It must be love.”

He smiled at her, “I must admit that I do love to touch and caress and kiss. I am not ashamed to admit that I do love a good cuddle. I do sleep better with a soft, warm body in my arms. I do love giving pleasure as much as I love receiving it. I love the effect my voice has on people, so I do like to whisper in ears and give pet names. I realize it was selfish of me to think that I could do as I please and expect people not to get attached.”

Sigyn took a deep breath, “So, I don't have to worry about you running off the maid?”

Loki laughed, “No.”

“The cook?”

“No.” He rubbed his hand on her back.

“A guard?”

“Depends… which one?”

She slapped his arm. “I would follow you, you know.”

“I know.”

He placed his hand on her neck and kissed her forehead, “Do not ever doubt that you are special to me. You are my precious gift. I will honor you and cherish you always. I love you, Sigyn.”

“As I love you, Loki.”

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 14, "Blood of the Ancients"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Cora recovers in Asgard under the kindness of the crown and makes some important friends while doing so.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3k

As they crossed the rainbow bridge Heimdall had called the BiFrost, Cora looked around, taking in the huge golden palace at the center of the glistening city ahead, the colors flickering beneath their feet, and the sheer impressiveness of the observatory they left behind. The sky was her favorite part though, despite everything else. She'd never seen so many stars in all her life and she doubted it was possible to see nearly so many from anywhere on Earth in the first place.

"This place is amazing," she marveled breathlessly, a smile turning the corners of her mouth.

Heimdall smiled next to her, though he had a feeling she was getting a bit delirious from pain. She was swiftly being purged of adrenaline and her body had started to shake with the temperature change, trying to acclimate itself to the warm air after being frozen for so long and then thriving in extreme below-zero temperatures. The cuts scattered over her skin stung, her lungs hurt, her joints ached, and she was not in basic good health to say the least.

"Careful," Heimdall warned as she started to stumble over the step to get off the bridge. She righted herself and glanced down embarrassedly to watch more closely where she was going. He laughed briefly. "You will have time to look around once you are healing. Fair enough?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Cora murmured sheepishly as they made their way through town and soon reached the palace steps, which she ascended with caution. They had just passed the palace guards—who looked at her curiously, but raised no questions—and gone into the great hall when a female voice addressed them.

"Heimdall, this is a pleasant surprise. What brings you here today?" asked a woman with long flaxen locks and kind eyes with laugh lines at the corners.

Cora noticed her small entourage and her naturally regal posture just as Heimdall bowed beside her and replied, "My Queen, I bring a Midgardian of our blood, spared from Jotunheim."

The woman looked to Cora, who was too stunned to do much for a moment before she scrambled to mirror the gatekeeper's bow, ending up nearly losing her balance instead. The Queen frowned as she asked, "What is your name?"

"Cora. Cora Dempsey—er, your highness," she supplied clearly, though she was still in shock.

She smiled and asked, "How ever did you end up in Jotunheim?"

Cora pursed her lips and murmured, "It's a bit of a long story."

Giving her an understanding look, the Queen replied, "Aren't they all. Well, Cora, you are safe here. Bera, Finna, why don't you take Cora and get her cleaned up and something to eat. I will come speak with you once you have settled in."

Cora smiled and inclined her head. "Thank you so much," she said as the two appointed handmaidens stepped forward, one carefully taking her hand and leading her away to a nearby staircase. Cora winced a bit as the girl accidentally prodded a glass shard in her palm, but said nothing, figuring complaining wasn't her best choice at the moment.

As they left the entryway, Asgard's queen turned back to Heimdall and asked uncertainly, "How did she get to the Jotun realm?"

Heimdall frowned and answered, "In a box. It fell from the sky." He knew how ludicrous it sounded, but it was the truth.

The Queen nodded back and glanced after the stumbling girl with her servants, her brow knitted thoughtfully. When she'd first seen her, she'd thought perhaps it was the human girl Thor was so enamored with. However, Heimdall was right; she was of their blood, if only distantly. "Thank you, Heimdall," she said to him with a smile and he bowed once more before turning to make his way back to his post at the BiFrost gateway.

Perhaps an hour later, the glass fragments had been removed from the cuts in her arms, legs, and torso by means of an examination table with a film of gold dust hovering just over her body that seamlessly plucked the tiny shards from her torn flesh, easing the entire process and causing her less pain than a manual surgery would have. She was curious about the mechanics of the dust-like material, but she stayed quiet and let the nurses on either side of her do their work.

When the remaining cuts had been wrapped, she was taken to a chamber with a sumptuous-looking meal already laid out across a table beside a high window leading out to a balcony. Cora profusely thanked the queen's handmaidens, who had helped her up and down the halls to get where she needed to go for her medical care and had even helped her change out of the torn up SHIELD uniform and into the first dress she'd worn in… Well, years.

Since prom, maybe, she considered as she glanced over the pale blue gown with open sleeves and ties at the shoulders. Finna had told her it wasn't the traditional gown worn by their kind, but the lack of armor plates and fitted stitching would keep pressure off her injuries. If anything, it looked like a silk hospital gown that was fully closed at the back.

Cora was soon left to her own devices in the chamber and noticed with relief that her purse had been set on the edge of the bed nearby as she slowly lowered herself onto a plush cerulean armchair. The room was decked out in rich blues and gold, and though it was not nearly so grand as some within the fortress, it was lavish by her standards. The color scheme also made for a dazzling display against the dark, star-smattered sky outside, which still amazed her to such a degree, she had to force herself to tear her gaze away to tend to her undernourished body.

She was reaching for a piece of freshly baked bread when the door opened and the Queen entered. As Cora started to rise and retract her hand from the food, the other woman held up a hand and smiled. "Please, sit and eat. I just came to see how you were."

"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you so much—um," Cora hesitated, trying to figure out how to address the Queen appropriately.

"You are welcome to call me Frigga. In fact, I insist that you do. You are among friends here," she said sincerely as she sat down in the armchair adjacent from Cora's. "May we talk while you eat?"

"Of course," Cora said amiably, picking up the bread she'd originally intended to start with and waiting patiently for any questions she was sure her late dinner companion would have.

Frigga stared at her thoughtfully for a few moments before asking with interest, "So, you hail from Midgard. How did you come to Jotunheim?"

Cora frowned, wishing she had a better answer than, "Honestly, I don't know. I just woke up and I was there."

"Heimdall said you fell from the sky, in some kind of box…?" she encouraged.

Cora nodded as she shifted the plate from the tray into her lap, twirling her fork in some kind of pasta as she explained "I was frozen. In the box, I mean. An ability I have started to show itself and the security council in Midgard felt like I needed to be disposed of. The only compromise the agents helping me could come to with the council was that I'd just be incapacitated." She was careful with her wording, choosing terms that would be easily understood by someone not from Earth and unaware of human customs.

"Did they have reason to be afraid?" she asked, resting her cheek against her hand as she settled into her seat, her posture relaxing subtly as they spoke.

"Not at all," Cora said firmly. "The things that happened weren't threatening in the slightest… They just overreacted."

"What can you do?" she asked with interest.

Cora pursed her lips and murmured, "I tend to turn invisible when I'm scared."

Frigga's brow rose. "Only then?"

Cora nodded. "I can't make it happen on my own. It just happens at the most inconvenient times."

The Asgardian queen looked at her contemplatively and asked, "How long were you frozen?"

"Around six months."

A strange look came over her features as she murmured, "Then you have not seen your home in some time now." She seemed to be digging for some little nugget of information.

"Um, no… Why?" Cora asked uncertainly.

Frigga shook her head and, seemingly at random, observed, "It looks to be getting late. Get some rest, my dear. We will talk more tomorrow."

Cora was a bit surprised at her abrupt exit, but nodded and bid her goodnight. She finished her meal before going to the bed and shifting under the covers, a bit wary of slipping into unconsciousness again after what had become of her the last time her eyes had closed for any length of time. However, her body didn't give her much of a choice; as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was lost.

"What I don't understand," Cora began with a faint frown, "is how I could be… Well, like you."

"How you could be of Asgardian blood, you mean?" Frigga clarified as they walked along the hall, side-by-side while three of Frigga's handmaidens followed along behind them.

"Yes," she admitted. "It just seems so impossible."

"It is a small part of your heritage, at least as far as I can tell," she said thoughtfully. "But it is not impossible. I would guess it is just far, far back in your ancestry."

"Is that why I have the abilities I do?" Cora asked curiously.

Frigga caught the plural and looked to Cora as she repeated softly, "There is more than the invisibility?"

Cora hesitated before admitting, "When… When the agents I told you about were trying to take me in, they called on one of yours for help… If I'm making the right connection, it was your son, Thor?"

Frigga nodded and replied, "Ah, yes, I daresay I remember that day. What about him?"

"He threw the hammer through what looked like a wormhole between our two worlds…" Cora paused before quietly divulging, "I accidentally found out I'm able to use it." She was worried she'd seem like a threat with that added tidbit; Loki had said and proved, himself, that it was a rare thing to be able to use the weapon.

Frigga's eyes widened marginally and she gave a small wave of her hand, dismissing the ladies behind them, before she inquired for clarity's sake, "You were able to wield Mjolnir?"

Cora nodded nervously. "Is that bad?" she asked, worried she'd worn out her welcome by being totally honest about her odd compilation of powers.

"Oh, no, dear," Frigga hastened to reassure her. "It means the good in you is strong. That is nothing to feel ashamed of. It is a bit startling though, simply because such an honor is so rare."

Cora tilted her head. "So, it's not part of being Asgardian?"

"No," she said with a quick shake of her head and a smile as they slowed to a halt beside a balcony. "That gift comes from here, alone." The queen raised her hand to Cora's heart as she spoke before letting it fall to her side again. "Though quite a gift it is, it would be wise to keep it between us. At least for the time being."

"Sure," Cora nodded, a faint stain of pink on her cheeks from the other woman's praise.

"Your manipulation of form, however, sounds intriguingly similar to my own abilities," she admitted on a stronger note, a smile gracing her lips.

It was Cora's turn to look surprised. "It does?"

Frigga nodded with a knowing look before a golden butterfly manifested in a subtle flash of green between them, the wings fluttering as it soared around Cora's head. Cora's eyes followed it admiringly, subconsciously lifting her hand before she realized what she was doing and pulled it back.

The butterfly flew down and gently landed upon Cora's hand, though it disappeared as soon as they touched. Cora smiled with delight, quickly blurting out, "That was incredible! It was just like—" Though she stopped herself mid-sentence.

The Queen laughed softly and encouraged, "Like what?"

"Um, just like the real thing," Cora finished a bit lamely.

She had nearly said it was just like Loki's powers, but she had remembered his affiliation—or lack thereof—with his family and had figured perhaps the dislike stemmed from all parties involved. Cora wasn't sure it would be a good idea to admit that she knew him, nor was she positive what had become of him in the time she'd been subdued in that capsule. Despite all that, she was still curious to find out what his mother had to say about him, considering she was now sure that this was, indeed, the royal family who had taken him in and also the one he'd been preparing to overthrow when they'd met.

"It is just as fragile as the true creature," she agreed. "Touch an illusion and it will fade in an instant."

An idea struck Cora. "Are you the only one who can do such things?"

She smiled a bit sadly and Cora almost regretted asking. "No, I chose to share my powers with my youngest son. He fostered the same abilities over the years and I'm afraid it seems to be the only part of his life here that he still treasures…"

Cora frowned. "What exactly happened? If I may ask, that is…"

Frigga's melancholy look remained, though there was love in her eyes as she spoke. "Our youngest son was another's once. We took him in after a costly war… I wanted to tell him where he truly came from, but my husband thought it better to raise him without the truth."

"Why is that?"

"So he wouldn't feel different from us. It was our hope that he could pull his birth-realm and Asgard together in peace, at the very least, but that did not come to pass…" Frigga sighed. "He simply does not understand his own feelings the majority of the time, much less others' feelings, others' love, toward him, which fuels his own destruction…"

Cora pursed her lips, sympathy in her gaze. "Do you still love him?"

"He is my son. And I will always love him," Frigga said with a gentle, but sure, tone.

Cora smiled at her and said, "He is lucky to have a mother like you. He'll realize it eventually. Sometimes people just need time to understand themselves before they can start to understand others."

"You are quite the optimist, my dear," Frigga chuckled, though she appeared hopeful.

"I try to be," Cora said with a shrug. After it became clear that Frigga did not wish to speak at length about her fallen son, Cora asked, "Is there any way to find out who I'm related to here? Any records or archives?"

Frigga nodded. "Yes, in the tower library. There is an archive kept there with the name of every Asgardian ever born, organized by year of birth. You are welcome to take a look." Cora thanked her and Frigga suddenly regarded her with a thoughtful glance. "I would also like to see what your powers can do. This afternoon, would you allow me that indulgence?"

"Sure, but… If I may ask, why are you doing so much for me?" Cora asked, though it was plain to see how grateful she was to the Queen for her kindness.

Frigga gave a slightly mysterious smile. "I have a good feeling about you, dear one. You are one worthy of what I and this realm have to offer you." With that, she turned to rejoin her handmaidens, who had been waiting just out of earshot nearby. "This afternoon in the courtyard, young Cora, when the sun reaches its peak. I will see you then."

Cora stared after her, her brow creased with bewilderment at the queen's ambiguous words. However, she let her confusion slip away for the time being and started to turn to head into the palace when she nearly ran into a passerby. "Sorry about that, I didn't see you," she hastened to apologize, looking up at who she'd stumbled into.

"No need," the other woman said, unbothered. "So, you are the object of all the gossip this day? The one from the broken box in Jotunheim?"

Cora arched a brow and murmured, "Gossip, huh? I guess that's fair. Yes, that's me."

The woman glanced her over and noted, "You are smaller than I'd originally gathered. Skinny for an Asgardian warrior."

Cora's eyes narrowed and she retorted, "Well, sorry for disappointing you, but that's what happens when you're shut up in a 'flying box' for months on end. Besides that, I'm not little. I am not a warrior either."

The raven-haired woman's brows rose in surprise at Cora's bluntness though the expression was somehow borderline impressed. "You are fiery. Few would dare speak to me in such a manner, I am not sure whether to pity or respect you." She smiled in a way that was both a bit crooked and warm at once. "Forgive me, little lion, I did not mean to offend you. I was making an observation—you carry yourself like a warrior."

Cora bristled faintly, but backed off, looking up at the other woman curiously. "It's all right. I'm sorry, too. I'll admit, I have a bit of a temper…" She could almost hear how Loki would scoff at her understatement. "Let's start over, my name is Cora. And you are?"

The woman adorned by ornate armor and a sword at her hip inclined her head, her smile still present as she said, "It is good to know you, Cora of Midgard. I am Lady Sif of the Warriors Three."

Next chapter: Chapter 15, "Close Your Eyes"

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marvelsimp97 · 2 years

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The Broken Princess (Loki x Reader) Part One

Summary: Reader is a princess of a kingdom with a culture where women sit at home, cook and keep being pretty. She was never like that no matter how much her mother wanted her to be like that. However she gets engaged with the Asgardian prince, Loki. They don't like to be forced into it but not for the same reason.

A/N: This work can be found over on my Wattpad account as well. I decided to post those works here because I want to delete my wattpad account.

Word count: 2199

Warnings: angst

The day has come. Today, you will become the bride of a prince from one of the most powerful kingdoms. You wanted to protest, to say no, to hide under your bed or run away but none of that worked. Your father, the king found you everywhere. One time you managed to get out of the capital but he sent his best swordsman after you, Yinglong.

You wanted to ruin your dress your mother chose for this occasion but your father made sure that nothing was harmful in the room they locked you in case you would try to run again. You knew your fiancée doesn't love you nor even knows how you look like. What if he would sneer at your sight? What if he would be the one to run away? You sighed in defeat and a heavy heart as you looked yourself over in the mirror. Your hair, your dress, your make-up... everything was perfect except your mood. Your parents, the king and queen told you many times that your duty as a princess was to bring a new ally to the kingdom of Ädranä, your home. You always wanted to learn new languages, new discoveries, anything and everything about the universe. You hated to spend your time on etiquette lessons or embroidering a piece of cloth. It was unfair that your brother, Zhishen was able to learn swordsmanship and took riding lessons. Your father always took him to his huntings while you were left behind learning how to lift a teapot properly.

There was a knock at the door and your head snapped to it to see your mother enter the small room you were banished for the time being. Her long black hair was held up in a large and beautiful up-do with jewels shining in it. Her slim figure was covered by a silk dress with lively colors. She walked up to you as her lips pulled into a satisfied smile. Not a loving one... nor a touched that her daughter will be leaving her life behind forever in a few hours.

"Mother." you flashed her a tight lipped cold smile.

"You are beautiful, dear." she coed. "You will catch his eyes immediately."

"Thank you, mother." you nodded. "Have they arrived yet?"

"Yes, their carriage will be here soon." your mother replied and led you out of the room. You followed her behind in silence dreading every single step you took towards the large throne room of the king. You silently said goodbye to every corridor you ran down as a child as you passed. Your mother and you were soon joined by servants who carried your dowry in shiny golden caskets decorated with eastern dragons and flowers. The servants opened the large doors in front of you when you reached the throne room and you were greeted by thousands of candles lit in the large room giving everything an orange hue. The marble floor was polished into perfection reflecting everything upside down. Your father, the king sat on his large throne in his most elegant attire. He was tall and lean but muscular nonetheless. His face was long and had sharp edges to it, his cheekbones protruding and his chin pointed. His deep brown eyes looked over to you and he smiled at you warmly. Even if he acted as a strict person, always telling you off if you made a mistake, he loved you dearly. He never showed anyone else how much he cared for you and so he was devastated to marry you off like that.

"Our guests are to be here soon." he said on his deep, rumbling voice. "Come, let us greet them properly."

You and your mother joined him at his side while your dear brother was nowhere yet. You rolled your eyes knowing he must be drunk somewhere with his friends. You knew once he would get to the throne, he would sell the kingdom off or something of the sort. You waited for almost fifteen minutes when the servants opened the large doors again and revealed the guests. In the middle walked Odin, king of Asgard, on his right was Frigga, his queen. On Odin's left side was Thor, the crown prince with his long blonde hair and beard while on Frigga's side was Loki, the younger prince. You noticed his clenched jaw and tense body language. He didn't want to be here just like you.

"Welcome in our dear kingdom, King Odin and Queen Frigga!" spoke up your father standing from his throne and walking down the steps. Your mother pulled you with her to join your father in greeting the royal family of Asgard and silenced you when you tried to grumble. You were greeted by Odin first, who kissed your knuckles with a polite smile on his lips, then the queen followed with a quick kiss to each of your cheeks. Thor was next who kissed your knuckles just like his father did with a beaming smile before Loki repeated the two men's action but with less enthusiasm. His blue eyes looked down at you uninterested, his lips pulled into a polite but cold smile.

"Let us celebrate such an occasion with a feast, my dear friend!" smiled your father. "Prince Loki, please, let (Name) know if you need anything. My dear daughter, please escort him to the dining hall while King Odin and I discuss matters concerning our kingdoms."

You nodded with a small smile on your lips and walked on Prince Loki's side, your head down a little, your hands in front of your body clasping each other. You felt the prince's gaze on your form but you decided to ignore it and walked on his side while your mother was walking on Frigga's and Thor's in front of you.

"Are you always so quiet?" Loki suddenly asked with his deep, smooth voice. Your ears perked up and you tried to swallow your come back knowing your mother was near.

"Did you expect me to be more talkative?" you asked back on a cold flat tone. "I am sorry if I have not met your expectations. What would you like to talk about?"

"I liked it more when you were quiet." he huffed and the conversation was over. You rolled your eyes and tried to not scoff in annoyance. He was just like every man you have ever met. They all thought that a woman should be obedient and should stay quiet. You soon reached the dining hall and you could already smell the thousands of dishes the chefs and cooks made for tonight. They must've made a lot of meals from every province.

You all took your seats while waiting for the kings to arrive. It wasn't long before they joined you and the feast began. You ate little because of your lack of appetite but it wasn't a surprise. Your mother nudged you a few times to talk to Loki but you stayed silent just like Loki requested. You knew if you would try to make conversation with him and he would be rude to you again, you would snap and make everyone angry at the table. When the feast ended you were escorted to the carriage that would bring you to Asgard. You didn't look back at your mother nor acknowledged her when she tried to give you a hug. You said your goodbyes to your father and simply left into the carriage. To your surprise you were joined by Frigga on the way back.

"I have not the chance to get to know you better, my dear." she smiled at you kindly as she took a seat across from you.

"I must apologize for that." you bowed your head. Frigga's shocked expression surprised you when you looked up to meet her gaze.

'It was not your fault, (Name)' she said. 'Why are you apologizing for something that is out of your control?'

"I-I... it is a habit I think." you mumbled surprised. You got used to apologizing to your parents for every single little thing. "W-what would you like to talk about?"

"Anything you want to." the queen beamed at you. "What are your interests? Do you like to read? Or prefer to indulge in embroidery?"

Your unease slowly dissolved as you kept talking and Frigga kept asking you. She shared her own interests and invited you to help teach the small children of the palace read and write. You were amazed by how many things she did and how she helped everywhere she could. It was night time when you reached back to the Asgardian palace. Servants quickly hurried to you and Frigga to help you and escort you to your chambers. Loki strode past you when everyone left the carriages but you tried to not let his behavior hurt your pride. You knew you were beautiful or at least one of the prettiest princesses. He should at least be thankful for fate that he has not to marry an ugly creature. Frigga put a hand on your shoulder with a sad smile on her lips.

"Please, forgive my son for his behavior. Your engagement was a sudden decision and he has not the time to get used to the thought of getting married." she said but you heard that something else was behind her words.

"My father will not be disappointed or upset if he wishes to break up our engagement." you replied nodding at her. "To be honest, I tried to run away when I learnt about these news."

Frigga's eyes widened before she started laughing mirthfully. She wiped at her eyes and slowly stopped laughing.

"Loki will not be a bad husband, I know." she said. "He just needs time."

"I agree." you nodded before you were whisked away by servants who carried your luggage. The maids quickly helped you out of your gown and pulled a night gown over your head while two others washed your make-up off with cotton puffs. Another one eased your long (h/c) locks out of the heavy up-do and brushed your hair out with a hairbrush.

When you were finally left alone you went to the balcony of your new chambers and looked out over the capital city of Asgard. The lights of the small houses below were beautiful while everything else was dark around except the stars above. You knew that from now on you will live a completely different life. Now you will become a wife and eventually a mother. You couldn't keep yourself from shuddering at the thought that you would have to lie with Loki. He wasn't ugly quite the opposite... but you didn't love him. You didn't know how would be able to lie with him if you don't love him. Without feelings you would feel like an object which he needed to use. On the other hand, you weren't missing your home. There was nothing tying you there.

You sighed defeated and went back inside. You slid into the covers and closed your eyes hoping that tomorrow would be easier on you somehow.

At the chamber of the royal couple~

Frigga sat in the large bed her back to the headboard as she read. The heavy book sitting on her lap was one about the history and culture of Ädranä. (Name) was a lovely young lady and she couldn't wait to know her better with time. She knew that Loki and her would get along if they wouldn't fall for each other.

She couldn't imagine how hard it must've been on (Name). Frigga married Odin out of love and wasn't forced to him out of politics. She felt a tad angry with Odin for arranging this marriage know that their son was deeply in love with a lady already. Odin never approved of that relationship and made it obvious but he had nothing to fear. The young lady Loki have fallen for was ill slowly dying. The queen felt sorry for all three of them but knew fate was working and soon everything would settle.

The door opened and in walked the Asgardian king in his night clothes his brow still wrinkled by the thoughts swirling in his mind. He sat down on his side of the bed and sighed.

"I know it must be hard for Loki but... he should not act rudely to (Name)." he said. "She was dragged into this just as much as he was."

"We should have waited until Sygin would pass in peace and Loki to get over his loss." put the large book aside Frigga.

"But the realm needs this alliance, my love." shook his head Odin. "We are soon at war with the Frost Giants' new tribes. They want to kill Loki for he killed their king."

"I also understand that." nodded Frigga her blonde locks moving with the motion. "We can only hope that fate will be kind to all three of them."

The two of them crawled under the sheets and chose to close their tired eyes for the night. Hard times were coming towards Asgard and Frigga could only imagine how hard those days would be.

To be continued...

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moonyartsblog · 1 year

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Today Léon Calloway as...

Series 6 Post 15: Hammer-wielding God associated with lightning, thunder, storms, sacred groves and trees, strength, the protection of humankind, hallowing, and fertility.

🌸 “Thor” has become in Icelandic Þór, Old German and Dutch Donar, Anglo-Saxon Þūnor, Faroese Tórur, Swedish, Norwegian and Danish Tor, Frisian Tonger; the runic letter Þ is pronounced th. The name "Thor" and its variants all derive from the Proto-Germanic *Thunraz, i.e. "lightning", "thunder" (in today's Germanic languages it has become thunder, Dutch donder, German Donner in English).

🌸 According to mythology he is the son of Odin, father of the gods, and of Jǫrð; belonging to the divine lineage of the Aesir, he lives in Ásgarðr, in the kingdom of Þrúðvangar and more precisely in the hall called Bilskirnir: it has more than five hundred and forty rooms and it is the largest abode among those of the gods.

🌸 Moreover, he lives there with his family: his wife, the goddess of the harvest, of the grain, of the harvest and of the earth, is called Sif: little is known about her except that she has golden hair like the grain, made for her by the dwarves after Loki cut off her original hair. However, Thor had other lovers: the giantess Járnsaxa gave birth to his son Magni while with Sif he had Þrúðr and Móði; according to tradition he also has a stepson, Ullr, who was in reality the only son of Sif. He also has two servants, Röskva and Þjálfi, perhaps given to him by a giant.

🌸 The loud and terrible storms that appear in the sky, accompanied by the violent roar of thunder and lightning, are a clear sign of his passage and of his divine power. The Icelandic terminology itself manifests the influence of the god and his figure in the daily lexicon, as well as in the Scandinavian collective imagination: in fact, until the seventeenth century, in Sweden, the word corresponding to "thunder" it was åsekia, literally 'the proceeding of the god (ase) on a vehicle'.

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littledaisygirlofthebluesky · 5 months

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[Writing Commission] Đai Dị Văn Bắc Âu: Hoàng hôn chư thần đến muộn của cửu giới

I. Tóm tắt bối cảnh đai dị văn

Thế giới chỉ có mặt trời không có mặt trăng và các vì sao. Surtr hiện tại nắm giữ vị trí của mặt trời. Thực ra trận chiến đã diễn ra, cây thế giới gần như bị phá huỷ. Odin bị nuốt chửng bởi Fenrir và Fenrir hiện tại gần như hợp nhất với cây thế giới để chống đỡ cửu giới không sụp đổ hoàn toàn. “Odin” mà những cư dân trong đai dị văn hiện tại biết đến là Fenrir. Các thế lực chống đối khác bị giam giữ trong vùng đất của người chết.

II. Mục tiêu của nhân vật

Ở giai đoạn đầu: Thúc đẩy ragnarok diễn ra, tiêu diệt hai phe phái thần thánh và khổng lồ, đưa loài người trở thành phe duy nhất còn sống sót sau tận thế.

Ở giai đoạn sau khi biết được Fenrir đang ở vị trí của Odin: Lycaon vẫn giữ nguyên lý tưởng bảo hộ nhân loại thuộc đai dị văn, Skoll giữ lý trí muốn phe khổng lồ giành chiến thắng không quan tâm con người, Lycaon sẽ khéo léo để cho Skoll chiếm quyền kiểm soát nhiều hơn để ragnarok thực sự xảy ra, thực hiện mục tiêu ghi đè lên lịch sử nhân loại.

III. Quá trình thực hiện

Giai đoạn 1:

+ Mở đầu: Nhóm Chaldea tiến đến giải quyết đai dị văn nơi Hoàng hôn của chư thần không hề diễn ra, Odin tiêu diệt Loki và phong ấn Surtr trước khi Skoll và Hati đuổi kịp Mặt Trời và Mặt Trăng. Do đó mục tiêu ban đầu của nhóm là thúc đẩy ragnarok.

+ Khi tiến vào dị văn nhóm lập tức bị tấn công bởi nhóm các chiến binh của Valhalla. Servant ở dị văn này đã giúp đỡ nhóm lánh nạn tại vùng đất của người khổng lồ tuy nhiên đã tắt lửa từ sau khi Surtr bị phong ấn. Pháp sư đó tự giới thiệu mình là Lycaon. Davinci đã check lại thông tin và xác nhận.

+ Mục tiêu lúc này của nhóm là thúc đẩy Ragnarok diễn ra. Tuy nhiên hiện tại thông tin thế giới này còn nhiều thiếu sót chưa biết bắt đầu từ đâu nên Lycaon đã đề nghị cả nhóm tìm đến các Norn là nữ thần vận mệnh tiên đoán vạn vật mà không ai thay đổi được để hiểu thêm về tình hình cửu giới.

+ Khi nhóm tiếp cận các Norn, họ nói mình đang đón chờ kẻ huỷ diệt thế giới này. Một trong số các người sẽ huỷ diệt cửu giới mà không có sự tái sinh nào. Thế giới đang chết dần, cũng như cây tần bì Yggdrasil sẽ chết héo. Dù họ đang cố gắng tưới tắm thì cây Yggdrasil đã không còn như cũ.

+ Khi này nhóm xác định Yggdrasil có thể là không tưởng thụ cung cấp năng lượng cho đai dị văn này tồn tại. Để phá huỷ một không tưởng thụ là không dễ dàng, nên mục tiêu trên hết vẫn là thúc đẩy ragnarok diễn ra trong thế giới này vì theo như lịch sử phổ biến Surtr đã thiêu cháy thế giới. Lão được coi như một công cụ tận thế của thế giới.

=> Kết thúc giai đoạn 1.

Giai đoạn 2:

+ Với mục tiêu hiện tại, nhóm Chaldea hướng tới thực hiện các dấu hiệu của ragnarok và tìm kiếm ba người con của Loki: mãng xà Jormungand, chó sói Fenrir và nữ thần địa ngục Hel.

+ Mãng xà Jormungand theo truyền thuyết bị ném xuống đại dương bao quanh Midgard. Tuy nhiên đó là lịch sử chính thống, không biết trong đai dị văn này chuyện gì đã xảy ra. Nhóm buộc phải tới Midgard để thăm dò, theo sự dẫn đường của Lycaon. Theo lý luận của ông thì trong cửu giới nơi này là nơi con người ở nên cũng không quá nguy hiểm.

+ Sau khi vào Midgard, nhóm biết được việc cầu Bifrost đã gãy trong trận chiến trước, hiện tại Midgard hoàn toàn bị bỏ quên. Con người chỉ có thể bước vào Asgard thông qua việc được các nữ thần Valkyrie dẫn đường.

+ Đồng thời nhóm cũng biết được một vấn đề rất không hay: Jormungand đã bị tiêu diệt trong đai dị văn này. Thor đã giao chiến với Jormungand, tiêu diệt con mãng xà nhưng bản thân vị thần này cũng hy sinh sau đó. Đã có một cuộc trả thù của các con Loki trong quá khứ dẫn đến sự kiện Surtr làm cầu gãy, Jormungand chết và các thần trên Asgard tổn hại nghiêm trọng. Tuy nhiên họ đã dồn hết phe khổng lồ vào được Helheim, vùng đất chết.

+ Trong quá trình tìm kiếm thông tin để định hình mục tiêu tiếp theo tại Midgard, nhóm đã chạm trán các Valkyrie. Họ được thông báo là Odin mời cả nhóm lên Asgard dựa vào các Valkyrie dẫn đường.

=> Kết thúc giai đoạn 2.

Giai đoạn 3:

+ Theo gợi ý của Lycaon, không vào hang cọp sao bắt được cọp con, nhóm MC đã đồng ý đi theo các Valkyrie dẫn đường đến gặp thẳng Odin để làm rõ tình hình rối ren của đai dị văn này.

+ Asgard hoang tàn không có vẻ gì là nơi ở của thần thánh. Nhóm được gặp Odin gần như đã dung hợp với cây Yggdrasil để chống đỡ thế giới khỏi sụp đổ. Ông ta không còn sức để duy trì phong ấn Surtr là mặt trời hiện tại nữa. Nhóm MC được yêu cầu tiêu diệt Surtr để tránh lão ta thiêu cháy tất cả cửu giới.

+ Tuy nhiên Ragnarok là hoàng hôn của chư thần tức là bao gồm cả Odin cũng phải bị tiêu diệt. Theo lý luận này nhóm quyết định chia hành động ra thành hai hướng giải quyết đồng thời: Kiềm chế Odin & giải phong ấn cho Surtr. Lúc này Lycaon buộc phải lựa chọn đi theo một trong hai nhóm giải quyết vấn đề.

+ Về phía Lycaon, do có ảnh hưởng của Skoll trong mình nên OC hoàn toàn cảm ứng (hoặc là ký ức dung hợp) và nhận ra được Odin thực ra là Fenrir. Lúc này nhận thức được tình trạng của Fenrir và cửu giới, Lycaon quyết định theo nhóm kiềm chế Fenrir và phản bội, hấp thụ Fenrir để lợi dụng sức mạnh của không tưởng thụ (thứ mà thông qua hành trình với nhóm MC, Lycaon đã biết nó chứa đựng nguồn sức mạnh ghê gớm) để hoá thành Skoll chân chính với mục đích bành trướng dị văn, nuốt chửng cả Surtr để trừ mối hoạ khổng lồ, ghi đè lên lịch sử trở thành lịch sử thật sự. Đây cũng là lúc Lycaon công khai tấn công MC.

+ Sau khi hoá Beast, nhóm giải phóng Surtr cũng thành công thì Lycaon/Skoll chính thức trở mặt với nhóm MC nhốt cả đám lại. Đồng thời Lycaon tuyên bố với các Valkyrie về tình hình hiện tại, họ có thể lựa chọn giữa việc chiến đấu vì Asgard hoặc đi sơ tán con người tại Midgard, đưa họ tới trú ngụ tại cánh rừng Hoddmimis Holt. Surtr lúc này đã rời bỏ vai trò mặt trời khiến thế giới chìm trong tối tăm. Asgard cùng các anh hùng trong Valhalla chuẩn bị bước vào ragnarok với Surtr cùng các khổng lồ xổng chuồng khỏi Helheim.

+ MC sau hành động kiềm chế Odin bị Beast tấn công rơi vào trạng thái hôn mê. Tại đây cũng là giấc mơ của nhà tù ký ức mà MC phải trải qua với góc nhìn là chính Lycaon khi ông lần đầu xuất hiện trong đai dị văn này, được triệu hồi ngẫu nhiên với mục đích ngăn chặn cửu giới bị đốt cháy dưới hoả lực của Surtr trong giao tranh giữa hai phe thần thánh và khổng lồ.

+ Trong lần đầu tiên, Lycaon chọn giúp đỡ phía Odin, thông qua các Valkyrie để tiếp cận và thúc đẩy Odin sớm ngăn chặn và xử lý Loki. Tuy nhiên ba người con của Loki vẫn nổi dậy, hợp tác với Surtr. Odin khi đó buộc phải dùng hết sức phong ấn Surtr, trao quyền cho con gái và tạo ra tình thế con người sống sót nhưng phải làm mồi nuôi khổng lồ. Trong cuộc trả thù của phe con Loki, Lycaon bị Skoll giết chết.

+ Trong lần tiếp theo lại được sum tới cùng thời đại, cùng tình huống trước khi ragnarok diễn ra, Lycaon lựa chọn khác với lần trước. Lần này phù trợ phe Fenrir dẹp thời đại thần thánh tuy nhiên cũng tạo ra mâu thuẫn giữa Surtr và Fenrir để tạo đối trọng. Surtr sau đó chiếm được cây Yggdrasil và thiêu cháy cả cửu giới để biến tất cả thành giống như vùng đất nóng bỏng của lão.

+ Cứ thế vòng lặp diễn ra rất nhiều lần để MC chứng kiến và hiểu được quyết tâm cứu rỗi nhân loại của Lycaon trong lần nào cũng giống nhau, và nó xuất phát từ lòng hối hận của Lycaon với thần dân Arcadia của mình khi sinh thời. Cho nên hiện tại anh linh Lycaon dù dùng bất cứ phương cách nào cũng sẽ liên tục tìm kiếm cách để bảo toàn cho “nhân loại” dưới cái nhìn của ông. Cho dù ông sẽ mắc kẹt trong vòng luân chuyển liên tục của việc cứu rỗi này. + Việc vòng lặp diễn ra liên tục rất nhiều lần là hậu quả của cơ chế khác biệt tại đai dị văn hiện tại. Dòng thời gian của đai dị văn không diễn tiến theo chiều dài, nó liên lục lặp lại chỉ xung quanh thời điểm trước và sau khi diễn ra ragnarok ít lâu. Cơ chế vòng lặp thời gian chỉ xung quanh ragnarok đồng thời cũng là cơ chế tự vệ của không tưởng thụ nhằm loại bỏ các servant khác được triệu hồi đến đai dị văn (nếu có). Điều này giải thích vì sao nhóm Chaldea đến đai dị văn này chỉ gặp một servant duy nhất là Lycaon (Lycaon trở thành một thành phần lặp lại liên tục trên vòng lặp của đai dị văn). Và ngay từ lần sum đầu tiên, việc ghi đè linh cơ đã xảy ra, khiến cho Lycaon trải qua càng nhiều vòng lặp thì càng có xu hướng bị ảnh hưởng bởi tính chất của Skoll, thể hiện thông qua các hành động giải quyết vấn đề cực đoan.

+ Cùng với việc trải nghiệm nhà tù ký ức, MC cũng sẽ thành lập mối liên kết với Lycaon hiện tại. Lycaon có thể đọc được những gì MC đã trải qua, các sự kiện giải cứu các đai dị văn trước đó. Điều đó giúp Lycaon hiểu được điều mà Chaldea đã không tiết lộ trong suốt quãng thời gian đồng hành là mục đích của họ cứu đai dị văn cũng chính là xoá xổ đai dị văn này để cứu nhân loại thật sự và ngăn chặn việc Thần Dị Tinh giáng lâm. Việc giấu thông tin đó hoàn toàn xuất phát từ việc cảm thấy cảm thương cho bất kỳ ai thuộc đai dị văn này. Đối với Lycaon thì đây là một nhận thức mới về cách Chaldea giải quyết vấn đề, họ đưa ra giải pháp thật sự cho con người và chỉ vì con người.

+ Tư tưởng của Lycaon ngay từ đầu điều hướng ragnarok là hướng đến việc con người có thể tồn tại độc lập, phát triển phồn vinh dựa vào chính họ. Cho nên sau khi biết về việc ghi đè lịch sử dẫn đến Thần Dị Tinh giáng lâm, đưa thời đại thần thánh trở lại, khiến Lycaon suy nghĩ về nỗ lực kết thúc thời đại thần thánh trao quyền tự chủ cho loài người của mình ở đâu trong đó. Vả lại, Thần Dị Tinh là thế lực bên ngoài, khiến cho Lycaon hoài nghi và không muốn trao cơ hội cho một thế lực ngoại bang xuất hiện. Đây là lý trí tự nhiên của một vị vua.

+ Thông tin mới này có khiến cho Lycaon nhận thức khác đi về Chaldea đôi chút nhưng không khiến cho Lycaon có ý định thay đổi cuộc đại chiến và ý định tiêu diệt Surtr - một trong những mối hiểm hoạ gây ra tận thế. Trong lần này, việc phong ấn Surtr khiến cho sức mạnh không tưởng thụ đã bị bào mòn rất nhiều. Lycaon/Skoll không hoàn toàn đủ sức nuốt trọn Surtr. Dù chiến thắng cũng hao tổn rất nhiều. Thành quả đạt được chỉ là cửu giới không bị thiêu cháy.

+ Lúc này do sự suy yếu sau đại chiến và nỗ lực cứu vớt MC của Chaldea mà MC tỉnh lại, rời khỏi nhà tù ký ức. Phe Chaldea vẫn quyết định giải quyết Lycaon đã suy yếu này và phá huỷ không tưởng thụ để kết thúc đai dị văn. + Đai dị văn được giải quyết với chiến thắng của phe Chaldea và đồng thời cũng là sự giải thoát cho Lycaon khỏi vòng lặp liên tục.

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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hello writer!! i was wondering if you could do a fluff arranged marriage loki oneshot with the prompt “can we makeout now?”

thanks for considering!

Dating and Marriage

Relationship: Loki x Reader

Warnings: N/A, just fluff!

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: alright i hope this is okay and ended up well i love the arrange marriage AU and i thought i was gonna be better at putting this together but maybe its clunky or something idk i still like it so i hope you do as well!

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It had taken you a while to get somewhere in your relationship with Loki.

When the two of you were informed you had already been promised to one another before either of your births, you weren’t too shocked. As both of you came from royal standings, arranged marriages were far too common for a variety of reasons. In your case, it was to cement a peace treaty.

Sure, at first, you and Loki were very annoyed with the decision, especially since neither of you was ever even given the chance to be in on the conversation but that annoyance wasn’t allowed for very long. You two were adults now and had to take on your royal responsibilities as such. That responsibility included following through on the outlined marriage.

Loki didn’t seem to harbor any malice towards you and you never held anything against him. But, still, it wasn’t like you two were in love. You were tolerating one another.

And for a while, that toleration was enough. As a couple, you were quite poised in public. Sometimes you thought maybe it was hard for others to believe it was an arranged marriage based on how much you seemed to accept each other’s company. It was okay at times, you felt like you had a friend. Being a royal in a whole new palace could be lonely. Loki at least would spare you some time to sit and chat.

But this unusual friendship you two had started after the wedding was growing into something else for you day by day. And as much as he probably wanted to deny it, you could see something shift within Loki. He’d look at you differently. Reach for your hand when out of the public eye. Even began inviting you to spend his leisure time with him.

There was no avoiding the fact you two were headed on a different course than originally planned in this arrangement and despite its prevalence, you two didn’t speak about it. But you were growing greatly tired of ignoring it.

"We should go on a date," you suddenly said one afternoon. You and Loki were sitting in the library. He was in his favorite chair, consumed with some fairytale while you were seated on the couch across from him, in the process of knitting…something. You didn’t know what — you had only taken up knitting because you had heard other princesses did it. Making scarves had become all the rage.

You could feel Loki eyeing you suspiciously as you tried working on another stitch.

Eventually, he placed his book to the side and spoke. "A date?" Loki echoed.

You shrugged, not taking your eyes off the yarn. "Yeah, a date. You know, just the two of us. We could go out or — or maybe make some dinner here. I’ve been having the kitchen servants teach me about cooking."

"I know what a date is," he sighed. "What I meant is, why should we go on a date? We’re already married."

You felt a bit defeated with that response. You set your yarn on your lap and looked at your husband. He was watching you quite intensely, waiting for your answer. You shivered under the icy stare.

"Y-You don’t want to—"

Loki cut you off abruptly. "I didn’t say that." He glanced down then back at you. "It’s just that… Dates are for wooing, yes? Why would I need that when I can already tell you’re taken with me."

Your heart dropped. You blinked at him, stunned. You hadn’t expected him to just…admit he knew what was working up in your mind. There was some pride in his eyes at your reaction but behind it, you could make out a hint of fascination.

You tried shaking off your pounding heart. You promptly picked back up the yarn, continuing your hopeless scarf, as you responded, "Have you never considered that maybe your wife still wants to be wooed despite the status of her interest."

"So you admit," he chuckled, "you have fallen for me."

You scoffed, "Don’t act all high and mighty. I’m well aware of how you look at me."

You heard Loki lean back in the chair as the leather of it creaked. You could feel his eyes roaming over you but you didn’t know in what capacity. Whatever was in his eyes now you were ignoring as you frantically tried to focus on knitting and not your love confession.

"Okay," he eventually said. "We’ll have a date."

It was impossible for you to hold back the smile forming on your lips.

***

After minimal deliberation, Loki agreed to let you cook for him. You had heard that the Midgardians used food as signs of love and were fascinated with trying to learn some dishes. You studied with the servants for days trying to perfect a meal. They were always a little uncertain about letting a princess in where servant frequented but once you explained this time you were cooking to please your husband, they giggled like schoolgirls, excited to help.

Once you felt prepared enough, you informed your husband of when you wanted the date. You may have had to do some rework of both your royal schedules but it was fine. Meetings are forever, love can be fleeting.

You were preparing the food when Loki hesitantly entered the kitchen. You had explained that you two would be eating at the kitchen table. It was just a little table where servants usually sat to eat meals or relax in between shifts.

Loki had originally protested this saying he was not of such low status. You assured him that there was no intimacy to be found at the grand dining hall. It was far too big and annoying for two people. He didn’t argue further, just mumbling that he’d be there at the time requested.

And, luckily, he followed through.

"Hi, honey," you smiled, watching the stew simmer above the flame.

Loki took his seat gently as if he was going to catch something from the table. "This is really what you wanted to do for our date?"

You nodded. "I’ve had so much fun learning this meal and doesn’t it smell great? I think it’s going to be nice. I ever have bread baking." You motioned towards the stone oven. Loki followed your gaze but didn’t look impressed yet.

"We could’ve very easily had someone make this for us," Loki pointed out. "We have that luxury, darling."

You rolled your eyes, turning back to your bubbling stew. You could feel your anger bubbling in the same fashion.

"That’s not the point, Loki," you said, the tone in the kitchen shifting as you spoke his name. You rarely ever did. He perked up as you continued, "The point is that I, your wife, like you and would like to express my adornment through a freshly cooked meal."

Loki fell silent with that, something that was so rare for him. You didn’t push any further, though, and instead killed the fire under the stew and presented your bread from the oven. You divided it out into individual portions then placed each on the table. Still with an annoyed, sour look, you sat across from your husband. He was watching the stew, you were watching him.

"It—It looks delicious," he said

"Thank you," you mumbled. You two dug in then, this date now turning out a bit more awkward than you had planned. Neither of you spoke for a while, instead filling the kitchen with the slurping of soup and chewing of bread.

Loki soon began looking between you and the food like he was working up the courage to say something which was absolutely ridiculous to you. Your husband was one of the most outspoken people in the realm.

Eventually, you just decided to look up at him, your eyes begging for him to say whatever he wanted to say.

"This meal is lovely," Loki eventually said. "Th-Thank you for…doing all this."

You smiled, a faint blush creeping up on your cheeks. "You’re welcome."

Loki finished his stew then asked, "What else should we do on this date?"

Now you were really blushing. While taking your little cooking classes, you asked the servants what else goes on on dates. They seemed like lovely girls and you were curious. You had heard stories before of dancing and parties but you wanted something more intimate and you had never actually been on much of a date before. You spent time with boys in your youth and the night before your wedding you and Loki had talked for a little bit but nothing was ever of such fashion.

One servant had informed you, quite shyly, that she and her boyfriend always finished their dates by making out. You had gasped, amazed at her bluntness but then remembered these were servant girls. They lived far less controlled lives than you.

You were partially envious but then you realized, technically, you had a husband. A husband who was capable of making out with you even if such actions and beyond were typically reserved for very a calculated time — heir bearing, such intimacy only happened during the time when potential conception was at its peak.

"Well," you said, running your spoon through your bowl of stew, "one of the servants that helped me said her and her boyfriend end their dates with make-outs."

"Making out?" Loki repeated, brows raised in surprise. "But it’s not—"

"I know."

He looked away. You could practically see the gears turning in his brain. "You want to make out with me for fun."

You giggled at his shock. "Is that so unbelievable? I thought we already established I am into my husband."

"Yes, but you, well, neither of us, have never been so bold before."

"But it’s not such a bad thing," you shrugged, "to be so bold."

Loki hummed in agreement as he eyed you. There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on but you definitely knew something between you two had shifted. It had already been shifting, sure, but your newly expressed desires opened the dam walls.

"Alright, dear, I think I can indulge you."

You smiled at his excitement which he was certainly trying to hide. But you maybe wanted to take a moment to maybe mess with him a bit. "Hmm," you glanced around at the dirty pots and pans, "after we clean up."

Loki’s jaw dropped. "What?"

"We can get on with our date once we clean up."

"You’re kidding me, right?" He pointedly asked. You shook your head. Loki huffed, "When did my wife become such a tease?"

You stood up, collecting your bowls and plates, bringing them to the counter. "I’ve always been like this, honey," you said. "Maybe you just have to get to know me a little bit more."

Loki began stalking towards you as you pretended to be fooling with the dirty dishes. "Well, darling," he said as his hands came upon your hips, "there’s something you must know about me and it’s that I don’t like to be kept waiting."

"I can maybe leave all this for later if you ask nicely."

He scoffed. "Are you asking me to beg?"

You shook your head. "I’m just asking you to ask nicely."

"Fine," he sighed. "Please, can we make out now?"

You sighed, leaning into his hard body. His arms moved to wrap around your waist now. "Yes, your majesty."

Loki chuckled lowly, dangerously, in your ear. "Thank you, princess."

He leaned his head around and within seconds, your lips were captured with his, getting more and more lost in one another as you two become a miss of kisses and touches.

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tyrannuspitch · 8 months

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controversial post but i trust u guys at this point. the crucial thing about thor and loki and overprotectiveness is that thor really THINKS he's got hashtag eldest daughter syndrome. but... he hasn't. what he actually has is like. proxy abuser syndrome.

(which is not to say that thor isn't also abused. but like... being conditioned to abuse others is part of his abuse. it's fucked up.)

like. thor is like oh no i'm the Eldest i must be Responsible for loki i must Keep Him Safe... but if you delve even a millimetre below the surface you find that his responsibilities is to keep loki *in line* and *under control*. and what he's keeping him safe from is their father's abuse. (and their father's bad government. same thing, bc kings and fathers are the same in this story.) and the way thor does that is by reproducing like 80% of odin's behaviour himself.

(in T1, thor demeans, threatens, physically intimidates and silences loki before odin does all of that to thor himself. and while odin is also aggressive to loki in that scene, what shields loki from the brunt of odin's rage is precisely the idea that loki is completely subordinate to thor and therefore couldn't have had agency in the treason they both committed.)

like do you get what i'm saying. thor has pseudo-parental responsibility only in the sense that he has pseudo-parental power and odin wants him (/the situation odin creates obliges him) to use it. his duties concerning loki aren't about anything real. they're not about needs. they're just various ways that both brothers have been taught to fear challenges to the pecking order. (not entirely irrationally!)

this is slightly complicated by loki's outsider status (misfit, magician, queer, jotun, etc) and reputation as the weaker sibling, which both pose threats beyond odin's household... but like:

a) outsiderhood is a real danger, yes, but it's also a self-fulfilling prophecy. the danger comes from the standard by which loki's judged to be an outsider to begin with. why is it dangerous to get above your station? because a lowly station is your rightful place.

and b) the idea that loki is weak, specifically, is just... not representative of reality. he's easily on par with any of the warriors three, and is anyone being weird about them being weaklings? nope. loki is only "weak" if thor is the standard for "strong". and the only people being held to that standard are loki and thor. if anything, the idea that loki is weak puts him in danger.

but then another layer of this is that like. because thor is too idealistic to see this situation for what it is. he will sometimes TRY to take on more selfless responsibilities. or to perform his role in a kinder, more forgiving way. in fact, he has self-sacrificial tendencies to a deeply worrying extent!

but the story's literally not allowed to go that way. all of thor's attempts to be a hero or a martyr get twisted around somewhere along the way. all his love is a little bit violent too.

and also, this is all so ingrained that like. thor literally doesn't get it. even if loki could flawlessly articulate how humiliating and frightening and frankly dehumanising this dynamic can be for him, thor wouldn't Understand. it's written into both their identities. and while loki's subordination (as far as thor sees it, at least) is defined by the family (and kind of keeps him trapped + isolated within it)... thor's authority/responsibility is meant to one day extend over all the nine realms. which thor, being an idealist, takes to mean a few different things:

my father is the only thing standing between the universe and the apocalypse, therefore his control of my brother (which i mimic) and of me must be (or once have been) justified.

very very soon, i will be the only thing standing between the universe and the apocalypse. perhaps even sooner, because the moment my father fails, everything falls to me.

i have to control everything, especially my loved ones and myself, and anything that goes wrong in the universe is a sign that i'm failing.

ultimately: my mistakes are unforgiveable + everything in the world is my fault.

and once again. you might look at that way of thinking and go oh jesus christ. elder brother syndrome. thor all-brother.

but once again, the crucial thing is that this understanding of ragnarok is not... true. it's imperialist propaganda. what does asgard really DO for its subject realms? for the most part, it fends off competing empires... while exploiting and subjugating those subjects itself.

#space viking tag #source: this was once revealed to me in a dream.#sdjfskj no this analysis is pretty vibes-based but it's also based on like. negative spaces. whatever i don't have to explain myself to u #oh this went on TANGENTS. am i just saying the same ten things i always say? who cares. send post #meta #ch: thor #ch: loki #r: loki + thor #r: odin + thor #th: saint thor #th: abuse + empire #th: servant loki #th: fate + hierarchy #th: war + apocalypse #th: manipulation + mind control #highlights

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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By the king’s hand 🐍 IV

Warnings: warnings to be added as we progress but this series may contain non-consent, violence, death, and other triggers (this chapter, violence, oral, a bit of degradation)

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Summary: Loki closes in on his prey.

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You cleaned up the balcony for fear that Hal or another servant would happen upon your mess. You were aware that they would have little misconception about your position but you had no desire to flaunt your shame. It might not be your choice but others would not know that nor would they easily assume.

‘Bed warmer’; that was what he’d said. He’d assured you of it upon his last visit. You were nothing more than a whore to him and undoubtedly, to any other who knew of your existence in the palace. Your only comfort was that you might hide from prying and judging eyes for the duration of your service.

How long would that be? And after, what would you be left to?

You sat on the ledge of the window and stared out. The sunlight faded slowly, the summer lingered still. Even so, you could feel it was late. The king’s absence fed the dread deep in your chest and assured you that with each minute that passed, his return would come with inevitable zeal.

He promised you pain and had proven himself to be a selfish and sinister man. A man never told no, even to that one thing which had never been promised to him, the crown. How could he expect anything other than to be sated in his every need?

When the door handle turned and drew your attention from the ruffling leaves below, you stood. You watched Loki enter with the young boy, Hal, at his elbow The king’s day deepened the small lines around his eyes and brought out the vein on his forehead.

Hal removed his cloak and hung it and Loki fell heavy onto the sofa. He was skilled at ignoring all around him until they were required. Including you. He waved away the boy with his fingers and sighed.

“Fetch me wine for the night. I have little appetite…” He let his head loll and his eyes sparked as he saw you standing anxiously by the window, “Do you require anything to nibble on, little mouse?”

You shook your head but quickly corrected yourself. You cleared your throat and spoke carefully. “No, your majesty.”

“Very well,” he flicked away the servant and spread his arms over the back of the couch. The boy left and Loki hummed at the ceiling. You watched his profile as he closed his eyes. “I cannot lie. Our noontime delight did tide me over as the day stretched on. And how it did make it seem longer too.”

Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you again. He smirked.

“Just a taste and I want more, like a sweet tart secreted from the sill or a sip of ale stolen by a child. A simple craving turns to an irresistible hunger.”

You squirmed and he beckoned you close. You watched him warily as he pulled at his overcoat with one hand and unbuttoned the high collar.

“Sit with me. I should like a drink before we proceed.” He said and his lithe fingers worked down the front of his coat. “I must wash away this tension, little mouse, and you might drown your fear.”

You lowered yourself onto the edge of the couch as he let his overcoat droop and reveal his tunic beneath. His fingers ran along the back of our gown and he sat forward slightly as he snaked his arm around you. He pulled you against him as he reclined again and grabbed your chin as he made you look at him.

“I like that.” His nose was close to yours, “The way you try to hide your emotions. That artificial bravery that cannot still your fidgeting fingers or that tic in your cheek. It assures me that you are truly afraid of me, little mouse…” His hot breath grazed your lips, “As you should be.”

“I am not afraid of you,” you uttered, “I am appalled… your majesty.”

He chuckled and a rap came at the door. He parted from you, his hand slipped down to rest on your hand and he pulled it onto his thigh as he called for his servant to enter. Hal came in and set down the bottle of wine and the pair of cups. He was dismissed with a nod.

Alone again, Loki pulled your hand up his leg and forced it over his growing bulge. He snickered as he hardened against your palm.

“My patience wears thin,” he groaned, “So pour us some wine before my thirst is forgotten.”

You drew away as he released you and stood. You poured the wine to the brim and returned to Loki. He took his glass and pointed you to the cushion again. He drank smoothly as you nearly choked on the acrid alcohol. You pulled the cup from your lips and crinkled your nose. The king chuckled and reached to set aside his empty goblet on the side table.

He pushed on the bottom of your cup until it was once more at your lips. “I recommend you drink but do not require it. Perhaps, I should enjoy you sober and petulant.”

You gulped again but quickly recoiled. He laughed again and took the glass from you. There was still quite a bit of wine sloshing around in it as he placed it beside his empty one.

“Get undressed for me, little mouse,” he stood and shrugged out of his overcoat.

You hesitated and flinched as his face turned stern. You rose as he slung his jacket over a chair and pulled the tails of his tunic loose from his trousers and unbuckled his belt. You strained as you bent your arms back but only managed to tangle your fingers in the laces.

He neared and turned you. He expertly unknotted the top of the laces and your bodice slackened. You caught the dress as it drooped down your chest and reluctantly let it slip further. You stepped out of the skirts and he gathered the fabric from the floor. He tossed it over his jacket as you avoided looking at him.

You felt his warmth along your back as he came close and his fingertips brushed lightly along the scars that lined your skin. The ones he’d left there. Those which might never go away. He pressed his thumbs more firmly to the lacerations and traced them down to your ass.

He exhaled and his hand stretched around your hips as he gripped them firmly. He edged you toward the couch until your legs met it. He nudged you until you lifted your knees onto the cushion. It was like you were in a trance; the thought to stop him was overpowered by that which wanted it all to just be over.

“You are healing nicely,” he purred, “A reminder of me when I am kept for too long from you, little mouse.”

You lowered your head as your lip curled. You latched onto the back of the couch and clawed the cushion.

“I feel the anger in you,” he slithered. “I long for it. A sharp tongue calls for a sharper strike. Should I use my hand or another toy?”

You stiffened as his hand crawled back up to your shoulders and he squeezed them as he leaned in.

“Or should I give into my basest desires and leave all patience behind. I could be inside you in a moment. I could have you screaming with a different pain. One which would soon enough be pleasure. An insatiable need.” He hooked his arms under yours and cupped your chest. “Funny, how peasants differ little from ladies. You have the same curves, the same want of a man.” He nuzzled the back of your head, “Perhaps the cunt is tighter? Wetter? Sweeter?”

You snarled and he pinched you. You swatted him away without thinking and he caught your wrist. He twisted your arm against your back until you whined.

“Come on, mouse, fight me,” he sneered, “Give me a little entertainment.”

You bit down but remained still. You huffed and stared at the carpet on the other side of the couch.

“The ladies never do. They’re too proper. Even as a prince, they were all too eager. Of course, they thought their kisses, their words, would lead to something other than a carnal revelation. They thought of contracts and prestige but I only wanted the flesh. They are too proper, too polite to resist.” He pushed on your arm and a pang went through your shoulder, “And when I fucked them, they only cried. Silently. No matter, I’d rather the back of their heads.”

Your insides roiled and the thought of this man, this monster called king, doing to you what he proudly boasted of doing to countless others had you livid. You could not resign yourself to the shame. If he never had to work for anything, he would have to now.

You swung your leg back and your heel met his thigh bluntly. He let go of you with a surprised grunt and you spun, kicking out again. He barely dodged your foot and you were quick to stand. The back of his hand split your lip and you stumbled but not far as you threw your elbows up into his ribs. His second strike missed as you ducked away and struggled to gain your bearings.

You flung a fist out at him and he batted you away. He swept your feet out from beneath you with one of his and you landed with a gasp as the air rushed from your lungs.

“Do you not recall our first lesson? You do not strike a king.” He taunted and stood above you. “If you do, you should hit a lot harder.”

He jabbed your side with the toe of his boot and chuckled. He lifted his tunic over his head and tossed it away. He paced around you and as you tried to sit up, he kicked you back down.

“Shall I have you on the floor? A beast like you belongs there.” He spat, “Oh, dear, are you angry?”

He bent and grabbed your arms. He pulled you up to your feet, leaving you light-headed as he stared you down.

“Go on and try again. Your venom only feeds my own.” He leaned in and his cheek brushed yours as he lowered his voice, “And this snake is meaner than any.”

You pushed on his chest and he shoved you away. You collided with the side table at the end of the couch and wine splashed across your front. He followed you and kicked your ass so that you fell atop the the table entirely, leaving it overturned as you writhed on the floor.

“I’d use your mouth again but you seem like to bite, little mouse,” he chortled. “Oh, but I have waited for that which makes you a woman.”

“You’re… disgusting,” you choked out as he planted a boot on your chest and pinned you to the floor.

“Perhaps but those words mean little from a heathen like you. Tell me, how many men have known you, hmm? A peasant like you? Perhaps a butcher? A forger? Several, even?”

“Get--” You grunted as you grasped his boot, “Off.”

“Do be honest. There is no number which could tarnish you further. You cannot possibly sink lower, little mouse.”

“St-stop,” you pleaded as he pushed down and you found it even harder to breathe.

“Tell me,” he said, “Hmm? More than one? Perhaps five?” He peered down at you and smirked, “Is it more? In the tens?”

You wheezed and shook your head. You kicked out as silver dots floated around your vision. “N-n-none!” You gasped, “None.”

He relented but kept his foot where it was. He laughed. Loudly. He shook his head and scoffed.

“No man?” He said wryly, “Oh, the elusive untouched maiden.”

“Get the fuck off of me,” you snarled.

“A mouth like that on a creature so pure,” he bent and grabbed you by the throat.

He lifted you to your feet and spun you. He forced you over to the table and your middle met it with a thud. You bent over as once more the air was driven from you. His hand was on your ass as he pressed his crotch against you and rocked.

“I do like this angle but wonder if it better to look you in the eye as I pluck your flower,” he kept his hips moving and moaned, “See the pain, the fear, the realisation that you are completely and utterly mine.”

He reared back and slapped your ass. You whimpered at his strength as your hips knocked against the wooden table. He raised his hand again but was halted by a sudden knock. He paused and let out a thick breath. He struck you again. The knock came again. Louder.

“I told my guard, I was not to be disturbed,” he growled.

“Oh, your majesty,” the sing song came through the door, “I have a message for you.”

“Fuck,” Loki swore and backed away. You turned your head to watched him as he pushed his shoulders back, “That fool.”

You didn’t move as he snatched up his tunic and replaced it over his torso. He glanced at you and snapped his fingers. He pointed to the bedroom and you stood straight. He lifted a brow in a final warning.

You shakily retreated and ambled through the doors. You stayed close as you listened. You couldn’t stop quaking. The adrenaline was ice in your veins but seeped away and uncovered the flames of agony licking at your body.

“What is it, you dolt?” The door whipped open in tandem with Loki’s words.

“Why, it is I, your brother’s most beloved companion, aside from his wife, of course, and a message for his most esteemed brother, the king,” the man sounded like a jester.

“Lord Fandral, I do command that you are to the point and do not continue on in this mockery.” Loki tutted.

“Oh, you have not changed,” the lord, Fandral, quipped, “As dour and dull as ever.”

“But a king now so do be on with it.”

“I have been sent to present to you a humble invitation to your brother’s own tournament upon the celebration of his new marriage. He does apologize for the short notice but it would not take you much long than a day and a night to arrive which is why I did insist upon my interruption… I do assume I have disturbed some going on.”

“If I accept this ridiculous proposal, will you be gone?”

“Oh, I must, your brother does await the answer and I would be away tonight to insure you do not arrive before me. You see, the tournament does commence in three days thus. You do want to make the lists, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, go. Let him know that I will appear.” Loki huffed. “At once before I change my mind and have your head sent back instead.”

“As amiable as ever, your majesty,” the other man said, “Do continue on in your… well, whatever it is you do for fun.”

The door snapped shut quickly and you staggered away from the door as you heard the king’s footsteps beneath the muttered curses. His shadow appeared in the dim and you pressed yourself to the wall. You eyed the door behind him, the balcony to your left.

“Get in the bed,” he snipped. “If I must drag you, you will not drag yourself from it.”

You shuddered and forced yourself away from the wall. Loki undressed fully as you neared the bed and climbed over the covers. He was quick as he followed and met you from the other side. He shoved you onto your back and held you there with his hand across your throat. His hot breath glossed over your cheek as his fingers flitted to your chin and he squeezed.

He growled and let go. He flopped onto his back beside you and laid silently. Stewing. You watched his silhouette in the dark.

“My brother does ruin everything,” he whispered. “I am so… riled I can barely focus and…” he bit his lip and stopped himself. “Use your hand.”

“Wha--”

“Or your mouth. I don’t care, I only need to cum,” he closed his eyes. “And not think of what my brother has laid on my plate for the morrow.”

You grimaced and reached over blindly. You kept your eyes on the ceiling as you gripped his hard member and he winced at your touch.

“Tighter,” he murmured.

You did as he bid and slowly moved your hand up his length and back down. You thought of the balcony. At least it was only your hand. You stroked him as he groaned beside you, as his voice floated in the moonlight, and the night air skimmed over your bodies. He wrapped his finger around yours and guided you faster.

You kept the motion as his hand dropped back down and you felt his climax building as he trembled. He grunted as he reached over and kneaded your hip. He bent his legs slightly as he erupted and his warm cum dripped over your knuckles and along your palm. He stopped you and spasmed as he tried to catch his breath.

“You will fetch a rag and clean me before I sleep,” he said, “And we will continue our little game another day.”

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You awoke with a heat wrapped around you. The king’s arm clung to you as there was a prodding further down. You could feel his arousal along the curve of your ass. You tried not to fidget in fears you would rouse him more or wake him. You laid, helpless and watched the early dawn light on the wall.

“It is merely a nocturnal habit,” Loki said as his arm tightened around you. “But, I suppose, your presence does evoke it as well.”

You scowled and said nothing.

“You slept heavily. Rather loudly.” He mused. “I had to roll you over to ease your snorts.”

“You might send me back to the dungeon if I see you sleepless,” you suggested.

“I did not say I was,” he countered, “I slept well enough.”

He drew away from you and the bed shifted as he turned his back to you and hung his legs over the edge. You rolled onto your back as the blanket crumpled around his back and you watched him. He stretched and shook out his black waves. He stood, unabashed by his erection, and went to the window.

“On the road by noon.” He said, “A brief rest on the roadside and the sojourn will not be more than a day.”

You stayed as you were. It might be his bed but it was the most comfortable you’d ever known. Besides, you were unsure of what else to do.

“The party needn’t be very large. Some guards and a few companions.” He spoke to himself as he picked at the window frame and stared out. “Of course, my armor will have to be polished and--” He pulled away and looked back to you on the bed. He smirked. You sat up, alarmed by his sudden interest. “And you will need a chest.”

“Pardon?”

“You must accompany me, of course. As my bed warmer.” He neared the bed and loomed over you. “Did you truly think I’d leave you behind? What in all the gods’ names would you do?”

You frowned and bent your legs to your chest. What would you do indeed.

“In an unfamiliar castle, my bed will certainly need warming and… my brother is the very being that does know how to irk me entirely. I will need the… respite.” Loki lowered himself back to the bed. “And there is so much undone.”

You couldn’t hide your discomfort. You watched him recline across the bed as you stayed huddled at the top of the mattress.

“I don’t understand…” you said quietly.

“Understand what?” He looked over at you with his discerning green eyes.

“Why you didn’t leave me in the dungeon? Or send me to the laundries or the stables?”

He considered you a moment and exhaled. “Well, you are of little use to me in either and I do see use in you. As king, it is prudent only to surround yourself with those who can further your own purpose; be it pleasure or otherwise.”

His answer made you sick. You were an object. A commodity. Well, you were just a peasant, what did you expect?

“And, was your life so glorious before? Were your clay pots and simple companions so amusing? Never touched? Did you ever expect it, at the least?” He challenged.

“Commoners do not marry so early as nobles,” you said quietly.

“Oh, but surely by your age they have considered it? Tell me, do I tread on another man’s grass? Is there some secret betrothal I do not know about? Or perhaps just a tryst unconsummated?”

You pursed your lips and begrudgingly shook your head. You kept your eyes on the blanket as he rolled onto his side and looked at you closer.

“I have done you a favour,” he said, “And I am not in the habit of favours so you might be thankful for it.”

“You would make me a whore. I could’ve done the same in any alleyway.”

“You will find no kings in your alleys,” he girded, “Nor silks, satins, or furs. I offer you all despite your crimes and you think I take from you. I have given you more than you know. You, little mouse, are not the prize in this game, I am.”

You looked at him and blinked. He ran his finger along the blanket that hung over your leg. He tugged until it fell down your knees. You shivered as you thought to grab it and pull it back to your body but he was quick. He pushed your legs apart despite your resistance and you fought with him as he moved between them, his head by your thighs.

His hands hooked over your thighs as he held them apart and he beamed up at you. He licked his lips and pulled himself closer. You felt his breath along your folds as he held your gaze. He lowered his head slowly and you squirmed as he hovered just along your cunt.

“What--”

He poked his tongue between your folds and dragged it up along your bud. You gasped at the peculiar sensation and he did it again, this time circling the sensitive bump. You grasped the pillows as he watched you and continued on, teasing and toying with his tongue. As he pressed his lips around your bud and suckled, you squeaked and you fell flat on the pillows.

“What are you--” You were breathless as he lapped at you and hummed, sending a thrill up your spine.

Your back arched without thought and your hand flew down to grip your own thigh as it pushed against his head. He held onto your legs as he hugged them and closed his eyes as he devoured you. Your eyes rolled back and you dug your heels into the mattress. You lifted your pelvis as you were driven wild by the flurry in your core.

You moaned and whined pathetically as he took control of your body. As he lured you closer and closer to an unknown release. A coil wound tighter and tighter inside of you until finally it snapped. You felt the pleasure flow from you as he drank it up and the tension left your body in an instant as the waves crashed over you.

You bent your arms across your chest and held yourself in your shock; in the sheer ecstasy that had overcome you. You panted and felt suddenly cold as he removed himself from between your legs. You peeked over at him as he sat up and wiped his glistening lips. His mouth curved deviously as he met your gaze.

“I am not the only in need,” he preened, “Though the need is so much more dire when you know what exactly it is you long for, isn’t it?

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Spellbinding (Chapter Eleven-Part One)

Summary: Asgard hosts a ball in honor of the visiting Alfheimian delegation, and (Y/N) is conflicted about meeting the Light Elves and the possibility of discovering her mother’s fate.

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven (Part I) October 16th, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)

“C’mon, Loki, is that the best you two’ve got?” (Y/N) shouted over the thundering noise of Aurora and Samson’s hooves and glanced sideways at Loki with a teasing grin. After a week’s worth of horseback riding lessons and bonding with her mare, she and Loki were finally able to put their skills to the test in a ‘friendly’ race through the forests of Asgard.

Loki chuckled and leaned closer to Samson’s ear. “You’re not going to take that, old friend, are you?” The stallion neighed and picked up his speed. “That’s it!”

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) gripped her reins tighter and helped Aurora gallop around some shrubbery. “Aurora, I know that we’ve only known each other for a week but do you really want the males to win this race?” Aurora nickered, speeding up and coming in neck-to-neck with Samson. “That’s what I thought!”

“I never pegged you as the competitive type, darling!”

(Y/N) shot Loki a smirk and yelled back, “And I never thought that you would be a sore loser!” With that, Aurora sped past Samson and darted between two yellow-leafed trees, and (Y/N) let out a victorious cheer; tugging lightly on the reigns, she waited until Aurora slowed into a walk to glance back at Loki, who looked miffed while he slowed Samson to walk beside her. “I win!”

Loki frowned as he worked to catch his breath. “It was simply beginner’s luck.”

“Mm-hmm, sure it was, sweetheart,” (Y/N) ginned at the look he gave her as they guided the horses out of the forest. “What? It’s not my fault that Aurora and I bonded quickly!” Loki remained silent, his green eyes staring stubbornly ahead. “Oh, don’t be like that! Would you feel better if I gave some of the credit to Aurora’s trainer?”

“…It depends on how much.”

“How about…twelve percent?” She couldn’t help but giggle as she uttered the words and even Loki couldn’t fight the smile that was spreading on his face as he rolled his eyes in faux exasperation.

For over a week, she and Loki had been making up for lost time; they’d visited the city and all of the different shops it had to offer, they spent an entire day sailing both on the water and through the skies around Asgard and (Y/N) learned the hard way that navigating churning waves didn’t agree with her stomach, and Loki had also been teaching her how to ride a horse. Because she was mastering horseback riding so quickly, she and Loki spent a lot of time out riding with Aurora and Samson and exploring the forests of Asgard; Loki had even taken her to his secret grove to collect flowers for his mother and fruits for the horses. This week’s been a dream come true, she thought with a content smile, and there’s no one I’d rather spend it with than Loki.

“Once you’ve finished gloating, darling, we should head back to the palace for some lunch before we have to prepare for the ball tonight.” Loki glanced at her, his expression becoming a little uncertain as his green eyes filled with concern. “Are you going to be all right meeting the Alfheimians?”

(Y/N) sighed and nodded, looking down at the reigns in her hands. “I thank so. It’ll do me some good to try and learn as much as I can from them while they’re here.”

Ever since she learned that an Alfheimian delegation would be visiting Asgard for their bi-millennial peace treaty negotiation during their stay, she couldn’t decide if their impending arrival excited or worried her. On one hand, she welcomed any opportunity to learn more about her heritage and Alf Seidr but on the other hand, she was a little nervous about the possibility of learning of her mother and father’s fates. For twenty-six years, (Y/N) had assumed that her parents were dead and she eventually got over the fact that she’d never see them again, but when Loki told her all those months ago that her mother was a Light Elf from Alfheim, a small flicker of hope had grown inside her that perhaps her parents were alive. She was afraid that after months of quietly hoping that she might finally be able to meet her parents, she would only discover that they really had been dead for all those years.

I don’t even know how I’d begin to deal with that news, (Y/N) thought to herself before looking back up at Loki. “Whatever happens tonight, we’ll handle it together. I promise.” Deciding to change the subject, she said, “Truth be told, Loki, I think I’m a little more nervous about going to my very first ball. I wouldn’t want to wind up making a fool of myself or anything…”

“Darling, you could never; you’ll fit right in and I’ll be by your side the entire evening, I promise.” Loki held Samson’s reigns in one hand and held the other out for her to take, bringing hers up and pressing a delicate kiss onto her knuckles. “You and I will dance into the stars, my love.” (Y/N) matched his soft smile and a short while later, they reached the stables and were taking care of the horses as they playfully debated which Avenger could last the longest in a fight with Sif when Thor hurried in. “Good, you can settle our debate, brother; who do you think would last longer in battle against Lady Sif, Stark or Romanoff?”

“That’s hardly fair; Lady Natasha would simply befriend Lady Sif and both would team up to defeat Stark together.” Thor grinned as (Y/N) shot Loki a smug look and Loki childishly stuck his tongue out at her. “I came to inform you both that the Alfheimian delegation has arrived and that they seem to have brought their king with them.”

Loki’s brow furrowed as he poured a pail of water into Samson’s trough. “That’s odd, but then again, Alfheimians are known for their unusual actions…” He smiled mischievously at (Y/N), and she only raised her eyebrows imposingly in response to his teasing.

“Father also asked me to inform you that he wishes you to join our negotiations in the council chambers, Loki.”

Loki’s smile fell instantly at the mention of the Allfather. “…Oh, this should be fun; we’re going to spend hours trapped in a room with the Allfather and be forced to once-again listen to his idiotic demands that Alfheim should abandon their non-interventionism in favor of a completely unfair trade agreement that only serves to benefit Asgard.” Loki remarked, his earlier cheerfulness gone and replaced with annoyance and sarcasm. (Y/N) could tell, however, that his adoptive father’s invitation had taken him by surprise.

Thor frowned. “Loki…”

“Save it, Thor, I’m in no mood to hear another lecture about my attitude,” Loki grumbled. He turned to look at (Y/N) and the hard look in his green eyes softened a little. “I’ll see you later tonight at the ball, darling.”

“See you later, Loki.” (Y/N) stood on her tiptoes to plant a brief kiss on his lips before he turned and began walking out of the stables. Thor also wished her well before leaving, but (Y/N) could tell that the Asgardian’s smile was forced. When both brothers left the stables, she turned back to Aurora and leaned against her stall door with a sigh.

After learning about Loki’s entire past, (Y/N) finally understood why he was so angry with his adoptive father; Odin had kept his distance from her throughout their visit, and she wasn’t sure if it was because he thought her beneath him or because he was wary of her. It’s too bad because I’d love nothing more than to give that man a piece of my mind about how he raised Thor and Loki, she thought with an annoyed huff, her mind flashing back to all the heartbreaking memories her boyfriend had shared with her.

“I’ll see you both later!” (Y/N) patted Aurora and Samson on their snouts and smiled. “I have to go get ready for a royal ball…”

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Several hours later, (Y/N) stood in front of her chamber’s enormous mirror and pressed the button to make her glasses invisible before inspecting her nearly unrecognizable reflection. She wore a stunning beaded emerald-green gown, its neckline cut low and its straps hung off her shoulders. The bodice hugged her chest, and layers upon layers of delicate gold-embroidered fabric flared out from her waist to create a full skirt. She chose to wear a pair of short green heels, applied only a minimal amount of makeup and her (Y/H/C) had been carefully styled with the help of Sif, who had suggested at lunch that they should prepare for the ball together. I feel like Cinderella when she got to go to the ball, she thought, twirling in a circle and giggling in delight as her shimmering skirts swirled around her legs.

“What are you laughing about over there?”

(Y/N) stopped twirling to look over at Sif, who was smiling bemusedly at her as she ran a comb through her freshly-straightened hair by the open window. She wore a gown similar to hers, but it was long-sleeved and silver, and the skirt wasn’t nearly as full. “Oh, I just realized that I feel like Cinderella.” When Sif’s brow furrowed in confusion, she elaborated. “Cinderella is the main character of a very popular fairytale on Midgard; she’s an abused servant in her step-family’s home and with the help of her fairy godmother, she gets to go to a ball and winds up meeting the prince, and then…well, to make a long story short, they fall in love and live happily ever after.”

“I seem to recall a story similar to that from my own childhood, but doesn’t the prince feed the step-family to a rampaging dragon?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Um…I don’t think that I’ve heard that version before but in a different version written by the Grimm Brothers, both stepsisters’ eyes are pecked out by birds.”

Sif looked impressed. “Interesting…well, in any case, you certainly look like a princess. I’m sure that Loki-”

Just then, there was a quiet knock on the chamber’s door. (Y/N) hurried to the door and opened it to reveal Frigga, dressed in a glimmering golden gown complete with a tiara made of diamonds and gold. “Oh no, are we late?”

“Of course not, my dear, we still have time before the ball begins. I’m here with gifts for the two of you.” Frigga gestured to the large box in her hands as she entered the chamber. She set the box down on the table in the center of the room and opened it to reveal sparkling jewelry. “You both already look enchanting, but I figured that you might enjoy some added sparkle.”

In no time, the two of them were decked out in the most beautiful jewelry (Y/N) had ever laid eyes on. Sif chose not to wear a tiara but instead a silver hair clip designed to look like a vine of leaves, and she wore a simple silver and ruby necklace. Since she was accompanying a Prince of Asgard, Frigga insisted that (Y/N) wear a stunning gold and emerald tiara and (Y/N) picked a plain gold necklace to match. As the three of them left her chambers, (Y/N) caught a glance of herself in the mirror and was again awed by her royal appearance.

“Loki said that he’ll meet you here,” Frigga said once they reached the massive golden open doors of the ballroom; inside, faint music was playing while countless people milled about and chatted. (Y/N) nodded once, and the queen placed a comforting hand on her bare shoulder. “Just breathe, my dear. Everything will be perfect, just try and enjoy yourself.” With one last smile, she and Sif entered the ballroom.

(Y/N) fiddled with her hands, her earlier nervousness beginning to return so to distract herself, she thought about her aunt. She’d be treating this like prom if she were here, she thought as she glanced up at the ceiling with an amused chuckle. The mental image of her aunt holding a disposable camera and fawning over her and Loki gave her the comfort she needed, and she felt herself beginning to relax a little.

“You truly are an angel.”

She turned around to see Loki, a look of unabashed awe on his face as he stood several feet away from her. He wore a long-sleeved emerald-green coat with accents of gold thread and black trousers tucked into a pair of black boots. His raven locks were neatly combed back, making his face appear even more angular, and the green of his jacket brought out the stunning color of his eyes. He’s so beautiful, she thought to herself, her heart hammering away in her chest as he neared her.

“I think that’s a bit of an over-exaggeration, Loki.”

“Trust me, darling, from where I’m standing it’s anything but.” Loki stopped right in front of her, cupping her cheek with one hand and resting the other on her waist as he leaned down and captured her lips in a passion-filled kiss. After several moments, they separated and he gently asked, “How do you feel?”

“A little nervous, but ready. And by the way, you look very handsome tonight.” (Y/N)’s fingers traced the embroidery on his chest and she met Loki’s gaze with a growing smile. “You look amazing in green, sweetheart…though I can’t help but wonder how you’d look in purple.”

Loki hummed thoughtfully, his eyes darkening as his lips curved into a crooked grin. “In your color? Darling, does the thought of me wearing your favorite color entice you?” The hand on her face prevented her from ducking her head in embarrassment while the one on her waist tugged her closer to him. “There’s no need to be bashful; I’ll admit that seeing you dressed in my colors makes for a rather…appealing sight.” His fingers gently caressed her face before trailing down the side of her neck to rest on her bare shoulder, his tantalizing touch making (Y/N)’s breath hitch. He leaned down and just as she tilted her head up to kiss him, he placed a halting finger against her lips and grinned. “As tempting as you are, my love, we should head in before they start looking for us.”

“You’re such a tease, Loki!” (Y/N) playfully shoved her boyfriend’s shoulder while he chuckled, taking a moment to smooth out the skirt of her dress and fan her warmed face. “Before you distracted me, I was going to ask you how you’re feeling but you seem to be doing okay; I know that this is your first ball since Thor’s banishment…”

“I feel more at ease than I thought I would and as long as you’re by my side, (Y/N), I know that I’ll be fine.” With a charming smile, Loki bowed and offered her his arm. “My lady, would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you this fine evening?”

She couldn’t help but giggle at his theatrics as she gave him a small curtsy. “Why, of course, my prince!” They both grinned and she wrapped her arm around his. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, Loki.”

“I had an inkling of an idea after seeing your impressive Netflix viewing history. Honestly, I’ll bet you’ve seen every single Regency-Era film and movie that the streaming platform has to offer…”

Loki led her into the ballroom and down the staircase, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but gawk as she took in the beauty and grandeur of it all; the room was lit with magnificent chandeliers, the floor shone and the most beautifully dressed men and women mingled and talked as musicians played a melodious tune. There were a handful of nearby Asgardians who examined her curiously as she and Loki made their way down the stairs, but she just raised her chin and continued walking until they reached a familiar face at the bottom.

“You look stunning, Lady (Y/N)!” Thor exclaimed with a bright grin. His long blonde hair was tied back and he wore an outfit similar to Loki’s, except his was dark red instead of green. “Green suits you.”

(Y/N) smiled and bumped him lightly with her shoulder. “Thank you, Thor, you look nice as well!”

“I welcome you, Asgardians!” (Y/N)’s head whipped around as the music stopped to see Odin and Frigga standing arm-in-arm at the top of the grand staircase. The Allfather was dressed in shining gold armor and held an ornate spear in his free hand, and Frigga’s bright smile lit up the room. A little ways away from the pair stood an extremely tall man, dressed in an ornate magenta tunic and a golden crown. He had straight golden-blonde hair, pointed ears and vivid charcoal-grey eyes, and his tanned skin shimmered faintly in the light; although his face was lightly lined, (Y/N) could sense that he still had strength and vitality in him. Her eyes widened a moment later when she realized who he could possibly be. “We are gathered here tonight to honor our guests, King Tarian of Alfheim and his delegation.” The ballroom erupted into applause as he gestured to the man behind him, who gave a small bow. “And we are here to celebrate the renegotiation of our realms’ peace treaty. May our two realms continue to flourish and grow as we support each other on the battlefields and one day, through the trade routes.” Loki rolled his eyes as everyone clapped again.

Frigga’s smile widened as she called out, “The ball shall commence with the first dance, led by Prince Loki and Lady (Y/N).”

(Y/N)’s heart began to race at the Queen of Asgard’s words; Frigga gave her a small wink, which in turn gave her the burst of courage to take Loki’s hand and allow him to lead her through the whispering crowd and onto the massive dance floor. Once they took their place, Loki flashed her a grin as he bowed and (Y/N) couldn’t help but return it with a smile and a wink as she dipped into a curtsy. When she rose, Loki clasped her hand in his and placed the other on her waist, and she clutched a handful of her skirt in her free hand; the musicians began playing a beautiful waltz as Loki started to twirl them around the floor.

“I thought that you always share the first dance with your mother?”

Loki smiled and murmured back, “After the peace treaty negotiations, she told me that she wanted the two of us to share the first dance of your first Asgardian ball and she simply wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

She smirked as he held her hand above her head and twirled her in a circle. “Now I know where you get that stubborn determination from.” By then, other couples had joined them on the dance floor and (Y/N) couldn’t help but marvel at the entrancing sight as she and Loki performed the dance moves that they’d been practicing all week; but while she was enamored with the scene around her, she felt a twinge of foreboding, as if something horrible was about to happen that would shatter the picturesque moment…

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk

Chapter Eleven-Part Two

Spellbinding Masterlist

Tagging: @nexiva @ravenclawbitch426 @cminr @confusedfandomwriter @momc95 @nickkie1129 @austynparksandpizza @brooke0297 @destructivebliss @outoftheregular @itscomplicatedx @0-artemis @vivloki

#loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki #loki odinson #thor odinson #frigga #lady sif #odin #marvel cinematic universe

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takurotan · 3 years

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Fire Emblem Heroes: TT: Ice & Flame 4

MID_SCENARIO_OPENING: Nifl: Fjorm. Be still. Múspell has come. Fjorm: Here?! Nifl: He has likely granted his power to a mortal and made it his champion. You will need my power to have any chance of opposing them… Kneel. And close your eyes. Fjorm: Y-yes... Nifl: As ice wills… You are my champion. You are my weapon, my shield, my child...born anew. SUMMON_STONE_FLASH Fjorm: Wh-what is— Nifl: As my champion, you have been granted the power of the ice god. My power. Wield this power as a tool to bring low the god who would oppose me. But not yet! Use it only when it has come time to face Múspell's chosen champion. Fjorm: But who is Múspell's champion? I know of no one who it could possibly be... Nifl: It makes no difference. They are your enemy, and they mean to kill you. Remember that, for your own sake. You must not die. You must survive. Fjorm: Lady Nifl... Nifl: Silence. Wipe that pleased look off your face. Do not mistake my interest in your survival for some juvenile sense of emotional attachment. Now, come. Muspell: Good, good... Now you are now the champion of Múspell! Laegjarn: ... Muspell: No gratitude? Don't you know a dog ought to wag its tail and beg when offered a treat?! Laegjarn: ...Hng-gyah! Muspell: Now use my power to kill Nifl's champion! ...Or try. But they will have a power similar to your own. And how do you imagine that might play out on the battlefield? Laegjarn: If we each use our power to defeat the other, then...it will be a draw. Muspell: Correct. The powers I and Nifl wield are equal. Laegjarn: ...You gods may have power far beyond that of mortals… I cannot say the same when it comes to your strategy, however. Muspell: What?! Laegjarn: Your powers are equally matched… Your champions fight to a draw… How do you plan to win? Muspell: Heh heh! Indeed! Ah... Since I'm in a good mood, allow me to let you in on something… My victory is decided. From the very beginning, when the nine realms first came to be. It was all laid out in the Twilit Runes. Laegjarn: What are...the Twilit Runes? Tor: … The Twilit Runes are prophecy. The unavoidable future. Loki: They were written by Alfaðör himself, and they tell of how the gods will one day come to ruin… Within them, all of time, from the very beginning to the absolute end of it all.

MID_SCENARIO_ENDING: Muspell: So, I have no need to plan; I can TELL you how the fight will end. Now, take this, dog. Catch. Laegjarn: ...Th-this stone! It's just like the one my father— Where did this come from?! Muspell: That stone is your lifeblood: the Flame Gem. It will return you to life if you die. The Twilit Runes say, "Two gods war, their champions spill blood… "Ice melts while the flame remains… "Pierced by frost, the Flame Gem rekindles, the champion renewed." Now, you tell me what you think will happen... Laegjarn: ...Princess Fjorm and I will fight. She will strike me down. And this gem will resurrect me. Muspell: Good girl. Well done. So you can see, it's simple. I win. Laegjarn: .. Muspell: HAH! It will be something to see… How do you think that ice brat will perform? What will she do? Cry? Scream? And then you'll kill each other! Laegjarn: ...How much humiliation am I expected to bear? This blood I've inherited… The blood of someone as low, as petty as you... Muspell: Hah! Did I ask you to speak, dog? More discipline is needed, it seems! One more thing to look forward to. But for now... Where are you, Nifl?! Tor: ... Loki: My, that is some scowl you're wearing. What could be troubling you so, I wonder? Ice, flame, and their champions are on the move. Their fight is about to begin! Where's your excitement? Tor: ...They've both put everything on the line for this fight. As such, they are worthy of respect. The result of this battle, however, has already been decided... Loki: And so you find it unsatisfactory? Tor: ...Of course not. It is Alfaðör's will, and we are his servants. There is no room for dissatisfaction. There is one question I do have, though, Loki… How is it that Múspell knows the content of the Twilit Runes? You told him, did you not? What is your play here, exactly? Loki: Well, as you said... It doesn't matter what I do, does it? It is Alfaðör's will, and we are his servants and all… Nothing we do can change the course of time as it was decided in the time of creation... Right? We ought to embrace the opportunity to enjoy a good fight! We wouldn't want it to go to waste...

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theowlandthekey · 4 years

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Embracing Hel

Three roots standon three ways under Yggdrasil’s ash: Hel under one abides, under the second the Hrimthursar, under the third mankind. -Poetic Edda, Grímnismál, Stanza 31

Who is Hel? In the vastness of Norse mythology, she is rarely given much due. She does not go on adventures for glory and fame as many of the other gods do. She does not seem to bother overmuch about the future of the world like Odin, nor does she stir up trouble like her father, Loki. She’s content in her dominion of the death, Niflheim, and seems well placed out of the troubles of men and gods. So much so that it often feels she is neglected when compared to the rest of the pantheon.

Hel is featured as a character only once in the Prose Edda, when the god Hermoor rides to Hel on behalf of Frigg and offers her a ransom for the return of the god Baldr. Hel agrees, stating: “If all things in the world, alive or dead, weep for him, then he will be allowed to return to the Æsir. If anyone speaks against him or refuses to cry, then he will remain with Hel.” Baldr was well loved and so it was thought this would be easy to accomplish. But when the jotunn Þökk refuses to weep, Baldr is consigned to remain in Niflheim in service of Hel.

In nearly all other mythos, Hel is mentioned only in passing, referenced rather than focused on. Every other god gets a myth where they are the protagonist of their own story. So why is Hel overlooked? Because of the fear she inspires at the prospect of a life lived without note or valor? Because her appearance was considered so repulsive that, while acknowledged as a goddess, she was put as far away from Asgard as physically possible so as to avoid offending the others with the sight of her?

As much as I love Norse paganism and link myself to it, I find plenty of people who speak with Odin and Frigg, Loki and Thor. Never once have I met someone who says with a smile that they speak to Hel. That’s fair. How many people do you know talk to Hades or Osiris or Mictlantecuhtli on a regular basis, even among the gothiest of pagans? Why even bring this up at all? Last December (2019), I was doing a Krampus Walk with a bunch of women from the International Wenches Guild. (That’s a whole other story.) At the end of the walk we gathered up in a local alternative religion shop to warm up and grab a few things for the pre-Yule rush. Up on the shelf, something naughty my attention. It was something I'd never seen before in all my years of goblin-like hoarding of witchy stuff. A statue of Hel looked back at me, sitting on a throne with a knife in one hand and a bowl in the other. By her side was a wolf, and her skull seemed to be grinning at me with interest. I went back to that statue three times, telling myself I didn't have the money to be spending on things right now. But when I picked her up to examine her, I knew I wasn't walking out of the store without this statue. I brought her home, placed her on my altar, put a few coins in her bowl, and there she stayed.

And then Covid-19 hit.

I've never been one to rely on religion in times of trouble. It's never done much for me one way or the other. I've long held the belief that witchcraft involves handling your own shit before calling on anything else to help out. But this? This is one of those things that is well beyond the control of most humans to handle alone. It's emotionally exhausting, mentally taxing, and physically dangerous. We're all doing the best we can, wearing masks, sanitizing, washing, distancing, doing all we can to prevent things getting worse despite the best efforts of the world to remind us that we are inevitably only human and the risks are infinite. It's humbling to say the least. So, it's in this time of stress and disorientation that I find myself drawn to Hel.

Family Ties

“The following night the goddess of death appeared to him in a dream standing at his side, and declared that in three days’ time she would clasp him in her arms. It was no idle vision, for after three days the acute pain of his injury brought his end.”

-Gesta Danorum, Saxo Grammaticus (12th century)

Hel's name means 'to hide/to conceal', giving it a cruel humor. She was, after all, respectfully banished from Asgard due to her physical appearance, or perhaps because Odin foresaw her part in future events. She is described as being half blue and half flesh colored, though the depiction has altered over the years to mean half flesh and half corpse. Hel is said to be gloomy, dour, and even fierce looking, which suggests a woman with little time for nonsense within her realm. Despite all this, she is said to have a vast hall called Éljúðnir and many servants as befits her station. Everything that surrounds her seems to speak to the fears of the people who believed in her. She has a bowl called 'Hunger,' a knife called 'Famine,' curtains called 'Misfortune,' and a bed named 'Disease'.

On the plus side, she does have a dog named Garmr, said to be the 'goodest of boys'.

The best of trees | must Yggdrasil be, Skíðblaðnir best of boats; Of all the gods | is Óðinn the greatest, And Sleipnir the best of steeds; Bifröst of bridges, | Bragi of skalds, Hábrók of hawks, | and Garm of hounds.

-Poetic Edda, Grímnismál

Her father, Loki, is well known for his mischief and chaos. But her mother, Angrboda, remains largely overlooked beyond being acknowledged as the mother of Loki's three 'darling' offpsring. Angrboda, being a jotunn, is not well looked upon as the Aesir seemed to find themselves constantly at odds with the jötnar. The Aesir and the Vanir form the two principal tribes of gods within the Norse pantheon, the forces which held the world together and brought forth order in which life could thrive. While the Jotunn were more elemental, primordial beings who were born from chaos and presented challenges to the structured order of the world.

It's important to note that Hel is not the only goddess who fits within the overlap of Norse mythos complex Venn diagram between the Aesir, Vanir, and Jotunn. Loki himself is Jotunn as is Skaði, while Freyr and Frejya are Vanir. However, Hel's connection to Angrboda as her mother and Loki as her father seem to be enough to condemn her in the eyes of the ruling Aesir, as well as make her a subject of fearful respect.

Her brother, Jormungandr, is the infamous Midgard Serpent. The middle child of the brood, Jormungandr was tossed from Asgard by Odinn into the ocean where he was said to grow so large he encircled the earth and bit his own tail. If you're familiar with gnosticism (or Full Metal Alchemist) you would recognize the ouroboros symbolism inherent in the mythos as connecting Jormungandr to the cycle of life, death and rebirth, another primordial concept. At Ragnarok, the serpent will be said to release its own tail and fight Thor, both of them doomed from inception. Thus, the old world will end, and a new cycle will begin.

Fenrir, Hel's younger brother, is likewise doom driven, foretold to devour Odinn at the end of the world only to be killed in turn by Odinn's son Víðarr. The theme of the bound monster, I believe, is connected to the concept of man trying and failing to forestall his own fate. Another primordial concept of change as an inevitability.

And yet there is Hel. Out of all her family she seems to stand alone as the most consistent of her bloodline. The black sheep in a family of black sheep. No sagas recounting her heroic adventures, no epics building to the rise and fall of greatness. Only a goddess fulfilling her function to take in those who died of sickness or old age. It is not known for certain whether she survives or dies during the events of Ragnarok, only that Loki will have 'all Hel's people with him' during the final confrontation.

Symbolism

Throughout my research into Hel's mythos, it's clear she was viewed with begrudging respect by her own people. As a goddess, one couldn't afford to be less than deferential when dealing with her (assuming of course that they dealt with her at all). But how they felt about her can be discerned from the associations given to her through her items and surroundings. I began to collect a series of symbols associated with her. Each one tells us something about how she was perceived among the Norse people, and gives us some interesting modern-day interpretations when applied.

50/50 – In all the descriptions of Hel, she is said to be half flesh and half either discolored or corpse-like. Like most cthonic deities, she has a liminal quality to her, being representative of a transitional state of being. Balancing neatly between life and death, Hel is a crossroads deity, guarding over the boundary lines (though not traditionally associated as such). She has the ability to release those sheltered under her threshold, although she demands a price as is her right. This also puts her squarely in the category of a liminal being, one whose mere existence challenges the social classifications of the time. Liminal beings are often described as both immensely powerful and dangerous, depending upon the situation and perception of society. They are undeniably eerie, and yet inspire awe for the way in which they transcend limitations of the self.

Hel's Hall – Éljúðnir is the hall of Hel, located within Niflheim and aptly named as her realm is said to be barren and cold. It's said to be a mansion, and it would have to be considering that she is responsible for sheltering everyone who didn't die gloriously in battle. Her hall then becomes a symbol of her status, a recognition of her as a goddess with her own realm and duties. With hospitality being such an important social factor to the Norse people, I find myself hard pressed to believe Hel is needlessly cruel to her guests. Like any mead hall, it is a center for social activity as well as her residence, if a somewhat foreboding one.

Hunger, Famine, Misfortune, Disease – It seems Hel is often deemed responsible for all of the troubles that plague humanity. A rather dire proposition, but isn't it better for someone to oversee these things rather than letting them run amok? Given her connection to the primordial forces of chaos, it seems fitting that Hel, the stable one in her family, is relied upon to control the disorder that society faces from time to time. The objects deemed as a part of her entourage are significant to her personality. Even in the modern times, these troubles are never far from humanity’s mind, with much of the world facing them on a daily basis. *A bowl (Hunger) is often symbolic of receptiveness, or of fertility, neither of which seem to fit Hel herself. For many the bowl represents a scrying tool, portending to the future. It's not unusual for cthonic deities to be connected to omens and portends. So, it may well be that the 'Hunger' her bowl represents has less to do with wanting food and more to do with our hunger to know our own fates. An empty bowl representing the unknown fate of humanity as a whole may present as a bit nihilistic, but it does seem to fit. *The knife (Famine) as a tool which represents the ability to defend or attack. A knife can help fix a meal or it can protect a family. In this case, 'Famine' represents not only the absence of plenty, but the seeming inability to provide for one another, thus weakening everyone as a result. Famine is not just about food, it's about the failure to provide. For a society that was heavily reliant upon all of its people to survive day to day, this would have been a terrifying concept.

*The curtains (Misfortune) are used to draw over the windows and shut out the light. This is what 'Misfortune' does. It clouds reason and empathy and makes it difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Curtains can also be symbolic of one’s desire to hide from the world, to shelter themselves or to keep others from finding out something they find shameful. It may feel safe, as if we are only protecting ourselves. But Hel's curtains are, I believe, named Misfortune for the sake of choosing whether or not we draw them closed or open them up.

*The bed (Disease) is often used as a symbol of intimacy or rest. A bed named Disease could also easily be a colorful metaphor for STIs, though in this case I believe it was meant to represent the fear of dying in ones bed of old age or disease, thus missing out on Valhalla. For Hel to have a bed named Disease suggests an unexpected nurturing aspect to the goddess, as the sickbed is often where we find ourselves the recipient of the most care from others.

In this way, I believe Hel's tools exist as a reminder to society that these things will always exist, and that in order to combat them, people must constantly struggle against them to better survive together.

Garmr – Another in the long list of ferocious subterranean hounds associated with cthonic deities, Garmr was said to be her guard dog, standing bloodstained by her side. He is her faithful protector, as well as the guardian to the underworld. The hound is often a symbol of loyalty and ferocity, but in this aspect I believe it relates more to the black dog associations with death and ill omens. Again, I've yet to see anything relating to Hel being a seeress or an oracle of any sort, but there always seems to be some connection between death gods and omens of the future.

Hel in Practice

Change is uncomfortable. Humans have always preferred stability, even if it's inequitable, because we'd rather function in practice than succeed in theory. Hel is a paragon of balance within chaos, affording the opportunity to change and progress through the inherent suffering of life as it is. And yes, I'm aware of how nihilistic that comes off. But here within the instability of our current world, I find a kind of comfort in that rational. Change is eternal. Tomorrow is an unknown. Control what you can and stay by the people you care about. Keep moving. You are not dead yet.

Rune: Hagalaz “Hail”

- The rune of Hagalaz is practically unanimous with misery. Which makes it's appearance less than desirable during a reading or when found in the day to day. That being said, some degree of unfortunate occurrence is unavoidable in life. It is unalterable. However I find it's distinction kind of like finding a crack in a dam. You now know there is a problem. Maybe you can't 'fix' the problem, but you can stem the damage and keep the outcome from being worse than it absolutely has to be. Hagalaz is about weathering the storm and coming out the other side of it knowing the work that must be done.

Realm: Niflheim

- Niflheim is one of the nine realms of Norse Mythology. A world of coldness, fog, and the primordial darkness. Ymir was born here. Hvergelmir, the source from which many rivers flow, begins here. Níðhöggr the dragon/serpent dwells here, gnawing at the roots of the World tree Yggdrasil. So it would seem Niflheim is a a place of beginnings, endings, and ultimately change. According to the mythology this is where those who died too old, too young, or on the sickbed end up. And yet for all it's forbidding geography and weather, Hel is said to be put in charge of caring for those who arrive. Hall: Éljúðnir

- If Hel is meant to care for those who did not die in the glory of battle. Many times we see this as crowds of dead souls wandering endlessly in the freezing mists. But when I think of Hel's hall of Éljúðnir, I think of a place which is a respite from the cold. It is said to be sprayed with snowstorms, meaning that it stands against the raging storms of the realm, providing shelter to those who dwell within. What if her hall stands alongside Valhalla and Fólkvangr? What if she is the world-weary and cunning inn-keeper who offers bread and mead to those brave enough to find their way to her doors?

Appearance: Dour and fierce looking in expression. Half flesh and half dead.

Tools: knife (Famine) bowl (hunger) curtains (Misfortune) bed (Disease)

Color: black white grey/silver blue dark purple

Animals: wolves/hounds serpents ravens worms

Plants: yew/ash wormwood rosemary mistletoe mustard seed blackthorn

Offerings: tobacco garlic figs mushrooms rye bread black cherries dark chocolate mead coffee, black espresso

#hel #norse paganism #norse mythology #norse gods #worship #orrferings #plants #witchcraft #witch #Éljúðnir #runes #Hagalaz #niflheim #world tree #yggdrasil

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that1normalkidd · 4 years

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Monsters Don’t Need Hearts Part 12

*WARNING*

*SMUT*

It was the tenderness of his touch, the coldness of his skin which stimulated the deepest parts of me.

My mind was seeming to lose itself as he trailed sweet kisses down my (S/C) skin.

I wanted to believe that there was still a part of me that still harbored some sort of affection for the mischief god's brother but, the further I looked within myself the more I found that there was no such thing...at least not anymore. What was once nothing but love for the thunderer was replaced with an affection towards Loki that not even Thor brought out of me, though admitting it pained me more than anything.

"Such a beautiful creature." Loki whispered against the nape of my neck

The air surrounding us was filled with the stench of, if I were to dare say it...love and lust. Outside of his chambers there was the chatter of what to cook for supper and meaningless gossip which was surfacing itself. So in other words whatever we did would go unnoticed, or so I hoped.

A faint blush dusted my cheeks as I felt his slender fingers trail down my sides, tracing an ever small circle and tenderly kneading the flesh.

"Ah, L~Loki.." I breathed, tangling my fingers within the thickness of his locks.

Was this part of some plan? To seduce me and use me as another trophy of his...conquests? That's what every part of my mind was screaming at me, begging for my blind eyes to see. That this was all some sick game to him but my heart was telling me something vastly different.

As if he read my mind he spoke once more, tugging at the hem of the emerald night gown which covered my trembling body.

"What must I do to prove my loyalty to you kitten? My infatuation?"

Our bodies rubbing up against one another and exchanging an unfamiliar warmth.

Loyalty? Does he really think he of all people can talk to me about loyalty? How many times as he betrayed his brother? Asgard? How many times has he manipulated others in order to fulfill his selfish desires?

But of course I didn't let my thoughts manifest themselves into words, instead my next phrase of a different tongue that was almost foreign to even myself.

"Show me...my king. Just how infatuated are you with me?"

My response seemed to shock him as his gentle massaging of my sides stopped, for only a moment before I heard the faintest chuckle.

"If you believe you can handle it my dear."

"Do you believe in love brother? Or has Odin completely made you lack belief in such a thing?"

"Odin never loved me brother, nor did the people of Asgard. I was an outcast who was left to rot while you prospered."

"Lies brother."

"I may be the god of lies brother but in this moment I speak only the truth. Love is a lie which I was fooled into believing someone like me could achieve."

"Don't sound so defeated little brother. You will experience love someday and when you do it will make you do things, say things you never believed you would. Or so that was what mother told me."

My eyes fluttered closed and hips bucked as I felt him suddenly bite down onto the flesh of my neck, his hands which were once gentle now squeezing my sides roughly.

Another chuckle.

"You humans are such fragile creatures, flustered by even the slightest touch." His voice was smooth and sultry, like honey.

Beneath Loki's facade I saw a man who was broken, yearning for love, for understanding. He hid behind a smirk and an array of sarcastic comments to keep others from diving in too deep.

My body shivered and melted at his very touch though I was doing everything in my power to hold myself together.

A pitiful attempt really.

I was unraveling slowly, with every kiss and every squeeze.

Was this love? Or was this lust? That's what it had to be...that's what this had to be. The two of us simply acting in such a way because of the lack of sexual attention we yearned to receive.

It was as though Loki was tracing his fingers along a treasure map, looking to find the prize he had been so patiently waiting for. Beneath him was the woman he dreamt of. The woman he lusted and craved for for so long. A jewel to be cherished. A jewel to be loved and sought after.

For a moment all the god could do was admire the beauty, your beauty. His emerald green eyes dancing over your partially naked form.

It was taking everything within him and more to not simply tear the thin night gown he had given you the night prior off and ravish you right then and there but he couldn't assume you and his brother had already slept together and so he would have to be gentle. The god wasn't so evil as to force himself upon you.

Much like a predator stalking it's pray Loki licked his lips in amusement, lifting up the end of the gown which covered you. Beneath a pair of black lace panties covered the wet sex beneath.

"Mmmm..." The raven haired beauty hovered over his prize, taking in the sweet aroma which came from it. A few strands of his hair tickling the inner most part of your thighs.

Just a taste.

Only slightly did he part his lips to allow his tongue a taste of the nectar which tempted him, earning the faintest groan from the both of you.

I whimpered, opening my eyes to look at him with a lust I didn't know that I could ever feel. "P~Please don't be a tease.."

The voice that came from me the soft meow of a kitten begging for it's master to give it the affection it so desperately craved.

Loki smiled, happily obliging with my request. "Since you requested of it..."

With a sudden swiftness I felt a cold breeze brush up against my womanhood, giving me the indication that the lace panties which covered me were no longer there.

My patience was running thin and so I grabbed a hold of the gods head and shifted my hips upwards, indirectly telling him to the best of ability that I wanted him and that I wanted him now.

Of course he caught the hint rather quickly and only grinned before parting his lips once more and licking along my wet folds, then sliding his tongue inside and earning a soft moan as his reward.

Upon getting another taste it was as though a switch flipped within him. The sweetness of it spreading along the gods taste buds and allowing him to savor it to an even greater degree. His calmness and tentativeness going out the window and replaced with an aggression Loki had buried deeply within himself long ago.

A light flickered within the god of mischief's eyes, then a lust, and finally a hunger.

Loki dug his nails within the meat of your thighs and let his eyes watch the way your body moved. The way you begged for more when his tongue plunged within the deepest and innermost parts of you.

The taste, oh by the gods the taste.

"L~Loki! Aa~ahhh!!"

The sound of his name falling from your lips further driving him to quicken his pace.

Faster.

The room seemed to be getting hotter with every passing moment, counteracting against the coldness I felt in between my legs. I could feel the sweat starting to bead down the sides of my face as my breathing became ragged. Within myself a knot was growing and getting more intense with every passing moment Loki had his tongue curling in and out of me.

I had to keep in mind that we were still in his castle with dozens of servants walking down the halls just outside those doors and so I had to bite down on my tongue to keep myself from moaning out too loudly.

Loki didn't seem too fond of the sudden action I took of dampening the noises that were coming out of me and so he abruptly slide his tongue out from between my embarrassingly wet folds and crawled over me. This sudden lack of attention caused me to whimper out, looking up at him and finding only want and need within those eyes that held so many emotions within them.

"Do not mute your voice kitten..your screams, your cries is what drives me...graces me with such conviction." He said, leaning down to gift me with a kiss.

As our lips and tongues dances with one another my mind wandered.

This was...the momentary bliss and ecstasy that I had been yearning for months on end even though I myself for the longest time was blind to it.

Blind to the very fact that I did indeed have...feelings for this man...this god who had a destructive but lonely history.

Was it the thrill that drove me to him? No, that couldn't possibly be it. Or was it simply Loki himself. The very god that he was.

The idea seemed ludicrous yes but I've had far more crazy thoughts.

With every second that passed the kiss deepened and my sex grew even more wet. My nipples grew hard and the sweat coming from my pores came out at a much faster rate than before.

Something hard began poking at my inner thigh, eagerly pressing against the damp cloth with every roll of his hips.

I couldn't help but to blush, smiling faintly as he pulled away to look at me once again.

"Are you..."

"Yes," I nodded, cutting him off abruptly and finishing his sentence for him.

The raven haired god was shocked to say the least but kept it from showing on his face. He had assumed that you and his brute of a brother had already slept together. Loki was the god of lies, he wasn't able to read minds though a part of him wished he had such capabilities.

"I see.." His voice was low as he returned his attention back to the bruised skin around my neck.

A part of me was afraid... Afraid that he would break me. Afraid that his true intentions would be brought to light and be exactly what I feared for them to be but I couldn't let him sense it.

I couldn't let him sense my hesitation, so I bit my tongue and masked the uneasy feeling with an uneasy smile.

"I will be gentle with you kitten. Though I cannot promise you that I...wont loose myself."

Before I knew it the thin fabric that was covering his erect member vanished, reveling a massive manhood that I didn't think someone his...well size would have.

For lacking the muscle his brother had he...made up for it in other ways even though I had never really seen Thor's girth, rather the outline of it whenever he decided to wear sweatpants. But even then I always believed for the blonde to be the bigger of the two.

As if he sensed my surprise he let out a husky chuckle, planting kisses on my neck as he teased my womanhood with the tip of his throbbing member.

"Do not worry my dear...I will be gentle. "

I wanted to gaze into his eyes longingly but his sudden pull and pinch on my nipple kept me from doing so, causing me to gasp instead.

"A shame...no mortal ever thought to cherish you as I shall. Now...hold onto me kitten. I cannot promise you that this will not cause you pain, even if only for a moment."

The part of me that still had any sort of feelings for Thor wanted to stop this. Stop this...nonsense.

But as much as I wanted to try and push him away and say that I didn't want this I couldn't bring myself to do it.

This was the nirvana that I had been longing for for ages. The excitement that my nerves craved.

Loki was the drug that I never knew that i needed and for years had been suffering an intense withdrawal.

I brought him closer to my trembling body, hooking my legs around his waist as I took his chin and forced him to look at me.

Was that...surprise that I saw in those emerald green eyes?

"I want this...Loki. I want you." My words were a confession to not only him but to myself.

In a sense I was denouncing whatever part of me that still loved Thor.

The god of mischief gave me the faintest smile and a nod, kissing the back of my hand while never breaking his gaze from mine.

"My queen...and I shall treat you as such."

With a final kiss I felt him slowly insert himself inside.

Pain.

That was the first thing I felt.

A splitting pain I had never experienced before in my life.

My eyes went wide for a moment before shutting tightly, the grip I had around his neck tightening.

To hide the pain I was in I buried my face in the space around his neck that my arms didn't cover.

The groan that had came from Loki's throat was one that I would've never in a million years thought I would've heard.

Low and...husky.

A symphony to my ears that I was elated to partake in.

"By...the...g~gods (Y/N)..." He managed to groan out, slowly continuing to push himself further inside me.

He tried desperately to distract my mind from the pain, kissing me as he rolled his slender hips into me, connecting with my own.

Tears threatened to spill but I held them back, returning his kiss to try and keep myself distracted from the evident pain crashing over my body in cascading waves. My lips must've had the taste of salt but the taste didn't seem to bother him. Perhaps he was accustomed to it, having shed unseen tears in the solace he often put on himself.

"L-Loki..." His name the only thing keeping my wavering grasp on reality given the current situation.

The god gave me a pained look, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. "I know my kitten...would you like for me to stop?"

'He was being considerate? Of my feelings and of my pain?'

I shook my head, kissing him softly and a single tear fell. "N-no...just..stay still...please."

Loki kissed the tear away and nodded, clenching onto the silk sheets and uttering another groan as he waited for my pain to subside.

It took a moment or two but the god was soon fully inside me uttering words in his native tongue that was foreign to me as walls tightened around him.

I steadied my breathing as I waited for myself to adjust, finding comfort in his earthy aroma and scent.

Soon the pain became nothing more than an afterthought, causing me involuntarily roll my hips in the subconscious need to truly be one with him.

"I care for her brother...no. I love her."

"(Y/N) is mine Loki. If you ever dare lay a finger on her or include her in one of your lies I will end you myself."

"Do you truly believe I fear you brother? I have watched the way you treat her. As if she is nothing more than a mere afterthought. Oh no brother I am not the one hiding behind a veil of lies this time, it is you. You go off to war and expect her to wait for you? While you go off on your brute antics?"

"I will cut your tongue out myself brother."

"I have suffered far worse of fates at the hands of our so called father. One day brother...one day she will see through your facade. She will no longer be there waiting for you but instead be with me...where she should have been. That I promise you."

The god began to roll his hips, the pace slow and gentle at first before beginning to quicken in to something far rougher.

In this moment my mind didn't think of my friends...locked away in some god forsaken cell. Nor did my mind wander to the man whom I was supposed to have feelings for. Instead all of my thoughts were on Loki...easing any of his pain or loneliness, making it my own.

Was that so wrong?

The rolling waves began to overtake me, my voice uttering cries of ecstasy and bliss. In return the god above me groaned out my name as if it were a prayer which drove my pleasure to a state I never fathomed of experiencing.

Beads of sweat stuck to his forehead, along with strands of his raven black wavy hair that I often found myself lost in.

"(Y/N)..."

What were once clear grunts of my name turned into something far more primal, his pace morphing into that of a starved animal.

My eyes clamped shut and my head tossed itself back.

"L~Loki! Oh my...god!"

No longer did it feel as though I was being ripped in two, instead the feeling was something complex. I could feel myself tightening around him with every thrust, each one sending me further and further over the edge to the peak I so desperately wished to experience.

Our lips danced with one another feverishly, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin being drowned out by the chatter outside of his chambers. They were soft...and smooth, something I could never grow tired of while the sound of my name coming off of them was something I could grow drunk off of.

A knot began to form, deep within the pit of my stomach and it was one faintly familiar to me as it was the very same knot that had built inside me a few minutes prior. It caused my toes to curl and nails dig into Loki's back. If the gesture was too rough I wouldn't know as it only seemed to turn him on more, his hands clutching desperately onto me waist as if he were afraid I would dissapear.

"I will have her one day brother, and when that day comes you will only have yourself to blame."

"(Y/N) would never fall for you Loki."

"And can you really be so sure?"

I could feel myself growing ever closer to that peak and given the twitching of Loki's member I could tell he was close too.

Even know she's beautiful.

The way her hair lays against the sheets as if there is an halo over her head, an angel watching over her.

No, (Y/N) is an angel the gods so foolishly let free from their gaze. But it is alright, she is mine now and I never intend on letting her go.

Even in my delirious haze I was able to open my eyes,though the moment was brief I found a pair of beautiful emerald green orbs looking into my own with a sea of emotions I couldn't even begin to break down.

As his thrusts grew more erratic he placed a hand on my cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles along the flesh before his lips parted to speak words I never believed I would hear from the god of mischief.

"I love you (Y/N)...with every fiber of my being. I crave you, your touch...your voice. How is it that a mortal...has such a hold over me."

I was...speechless to say the least.

'The god of mischief and lies...loves me?'

'But then again (Y/N) he is that...the god of lies. Every word coming out of his mouth could be nothing more than a fabrication.'

'But still, the look in his eyes says something else.'

'Even in this moment after hearing those words I couldn't deny I felt something great for him. Was it love? That I didn't know.'

Loki seemed to sense my shock and hesitation but instead only placed a gentle kiss on my lips, continuing his pace.

"I do not need an answer now kitten...I know it is sudden but..."

His words were cut off by the sudden cry of his name from my lips as that familiar knot began to suddenly unravel, my vision momentarily going black and toes curling. In that moment everything seemed to make sense. Being with Loki, even after all he's done. I somehow couldn't no longer see him as the monster everyone, including his brother, made him out to be. He wasn't the villain...not anymore. It wasn't soon after that he followed, my name his last curse before his hot and thick seed was shot into me.

He rode out the rest of his thrusts before slowly pulling out of me, the sudden lack of warmth and filling making me whimper.

There was a pleased gleam in Loki's eyes which earned a soft smile from me, watching him take his place beside me on his double king sized bed.

"You are...beautiful kitten."

His voice was hushed almost as he pulled me into his arms.

It was strange just how quickly drowsiness overtook me, my (E/C) eyes struggling to stay open even though a few moments ago I was wide awake.

I felt his touch on my cheek again, lulling me into a full state of sleep but not before pressing his lips against my temple.

"Sweet dreams (Y/N)"

"I will always come back for her brother. No matter what battle I fight."

"That is not enough. She should be your reason to stay. She has shed tears for you Thor. Praying to her God that you come home to her every time you go off on some whim. One day you will break her and you won't be able to put the pieces back together, I will."

"You will be in Asgard's cell rotting before I let you near her Loki. She will not fall for your tricks or your lies."

"She's been lied to enough."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

SO I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN MONTHS AND I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO HAS PATIENTLY BEEN WAITING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK. I WILL TRY TO GET BACK ON SOME SORT OF REGULAR SCHEDULE FOR POSTING BUT IT MIGHT TAKE A BIT. V.V

Family things have been overwhelming and I just haven't been in the writing mood. But i'm back now and I really am going to try and get back on schedule. I also tried to make this chapter longer than any of the others to make up for my lack of posting! Once again thank you all for being patient with me!

Bye lovelies! <3

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