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just-the-hiddles · 4 years

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More Important | Loki x Female Reader

A/N: So I am writing some requests for @the-th-horniest-book-club since I am ahead on my new requests. Don’t worry I am still writing them too! The prompt was “I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!” and I chose to write that with Loki. Also the “my job is more important...” exchange is from The West Wing, specifically Leo and his (ex)-wife Jenny.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki is busy keeping the Nine Realms together in one piece as King. Which leaves him with little time for you, his wife. Everything goes from bad to worse when Loki forgets something important and you aren’t sure he can fix this.

Warnings: maybe some cursing, bit of angst for a while, implied smut, kissing

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You stretched that morning as you woke up to another perfect Asgardian morning. Like every other day. Except it wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t an ordinary day. Today was supposed to be special.

Your hand slid across the dark green satin sheets to find the other side of the massive bed you shared with your husband, cold and empty. Your eyes darted around the room until you spied Loki standing, or rather pacing, by the gigantic windows overlooking the palace grounds.

You wrapped a robe around your body and came up behind him, arms wrapping around his torso.

You kissed his bare back. “Come back to bed.”

Loki smiled over his shoulder. “Did I wake you, darling?”

You pressed your cheek into his back. “Your absence was felt.”

Loki turned in your arms to face you. His brows furrowed and his face world weary. With Thor abdicating the throne, the role fell to Loki. Defending and ruling the Nine Realms was everything the two of you had worked for, but with it came sacrifices.

He kissed your forehead, holding you close to his chest. “I’m sorry, my love.” You smiled up at him. “Perhaps I can make it up to you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I can think of a few things you do to make it up to me.”

Loki leaned down to nibble behind your ear. “Do tell…” He tugged open your robe.

You wrapped your arms around his neck when the chamber door swung open. Loki pushed you behind him as you struggled to fasten your robe back up.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Loki snapped at his advisor, who only realized his mistake at that moment. “Do you not knock before entering the king’s bedchamber?!”

The advisor scraped and stumbled in embarrassment. “Apologies, my king. But the situation on Alfheim…”

Loki spun on his heel and pecked your lips. “This requires my attention, but I shall return to finish this…” His eyes sparkled.

If Loki noticed the disappointment on your face, he didn’t acknowledge it. He dressed quickly before leaving with this advisor without saying goodbye.

“Happy anniversary.” you commented to the empty room.

Life as the Queen of Asgard was duller than you imagined. While Loki spent his days negotiating trade treaties among the realms and corresponded with heads of state; they relegated you to drinking tea with Asgardian noblewomen so old you feared they would keel over mid-sip. Any trace of your former life as a warrior and soldier was replaced with opulent gowns and the jewels Loki gave you in apologies for his continued absence.

You busied yourself that day with the details of the upcoming gala. This included your critiquing centerpiece upon centerpiece and place settings. Loki’s abrupt exit that morning gnawed at your mind.

“Gold or silver?” The servant questioned, jolting you back to reality.

“Gold.” you mumbled.

“Very good, my queen.” The servant nodded.

“Can I have a moment, please?”

“But these decisions—”

“—can wait five minutes.” you finished. “Leave me be.”

The room cleared at an alarming rate and you slumped into your chair, wishing Loki was by your side.

“Of course, Ambassador.” Loki called out to the projection on the wall. “You’ll have the full support of Asgard and its armies.”

It was late into night and Loki was still negotiating the terms of a peace treaty or at minimum a temporary ceasefire. His head pounding and there was a nagging itch in the back of his brain. He was forgetting something important.

“And I have your word on that?” the ambassador questioned. Loki was notorious for tricks and double deals.

“I swear on the life of my people and queen.” Loki vowed.

The ambassador chuckled. “Very well. The people of Alfheim shall celebrate on the 118th day of the year in your honor.”

Loki’s face dropped. That nagging itch now pounded in his brain, front and center.

“Did you say the 118th day?”

“The 119th day in a few hours.” The ambassador smiled.

Loki fought the urge to grimace. Today was your wedding anniversary, and he had all but ignored you. “A moment.” Loki walked out of the room and summoned a servant.

“Have the kitchen prepare the Queen’s favorite dessert and take…” He swirled his hands and conjured up a beautiful sapphire emerald necklace, “… the royal bedchamber. Tell the queen, I will be up within the hour.”

The servant nodded and took off down the hallway. Loki tugged on his tunic and braced himself to finish this up and face another battle with you.

Two hours later, Loki slipped into the royal bedchambers. The dessert he sent up left untouched. A single light glowed over by a chaise where you stretched out reading a book.

Loki strolled towards you when he kicked something with the toe of his boot. He glanced down to find the sapphire necklace on the ground, the box nowhere to be found.

“Was your gift not to your liking?”

“No.” your tone sharp. Loki winced.

“And the dessert?”

“I already ate.” You didn’t bother to look up from your reading.

“Is there something I could get you—”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!” you screamed. Your voice echoed in the cavernous room. “I want my husband back.” Your voice returning.

“There was war looming. As King, it is my job—”

“You have generals and advisors to do that. Today was our anniversary.” You sobbed.

“I’m sorry, this was important.”

“Not more important than your marriage.”

Loki paused for a moment before speaking. “Yes, right now, this is more important than my marriage.”

You rose to face him, your book falling away. Your eyes rimmed with red from crying most of the evening. Loki’s heart broke at the sight of you shattered.

“We…” you inhaled, summoning all your strength. “We… were supposed to rule together. As a team. A partnership. Not me two steps behind you.”

“We are a team.” Loki reached out to you, but you pulled away.

“No. You are bartering treaties and averting wars. I’m picking out china and drinking tea in the garden with old biddies!” You smoothed down your dress and brushed past Loki.

“Where are you going?” Loki questioned, his face twisted in confusion and pain.

“Anywhere but here.”

“But the gala, the staff…” Loki’s voice cracked.

You spun on your heels to face him. “Don’t worry about the gala. I’ll put on a pretty face for your delegates and nobles. Just like I always have.”

Before Loki could plead for you to reconsider, to talk through this, you left the room. The slamming of the door shot through Loki’s heart like a dagger. He stumbled to fall onto the chaise. Loki pulled the book you were reading out from underneath his leg and examined the spine, Diplomacy with Alfheim. Loki chuckled darkly before chucking the book across the room.

“What have I done?” he muttered to himself.

You spent that night in guest quarters on the other end of the palace. Part of you expected Loki to follow, to beg for forgiveness. But he never came. In the morning, you and two of your ladies-in-waiting, readying the horses and set off from what Loki called “The Summer Residence”. And while the evenings turned cold now on Asgard, the small palace served its purpose. To stay as far away from Loki as possible until the gala that weekend.

Loki didn’t leave the royal bedchamber for two days. The only people he allowed in were the servants bringing and clearing the plates of food and Thor on the second day when he arrived from Midgard.

“So what do you intend to do, Brother?” Thor sat on the edge of the bed while Loki paced in front of him.

“Woo her back.”

“How?”

Loki opened and closed his mouth. “I could give her—”

“Because presents went over so well the last time you tried that.”

Loki shot daggers at Thor with his eyes. “Not. Helping.”

“Apologies, Brother. I am suggesting your wife is seeking something more precious than jewels or gold.”

“Which is?”

“Your time. Your respect. She wants to be a partner, not a mere decoration.”

Loki stopped and stared at Thor. “What did you say?”

“Your time. Your respect.”

“No the other part.”

“She wants to be a partner.”

Loki snapped his fingers. “YES! Thank you, Brother.” Loki stomped out of the room.

Thor grabbed a piece of fruit from a nearby bowl. “You’re welcome.”

The grand ballroom never sparkled like it did that night. The staff undid themselves. You scanned the crowd in search of Loki. A hand slid down your bare back. You spun and snatched the assailant’s wrist, prepared to flip them over the shoulder.

“How dare you—” You stopped short when you saw the owner of the hand was Loki.

“You look resplendent, my love.” He pulled you to his side and kissed your cheeks.

“Thank you.” you responded cooly.

Loki swallowed. He missed more with each passing moment and it took all his willpower to not take you into a side room and ravish you over and over.

The music swelled and Loki offered his hand. “Shall we?”

“It would be rude not to.” Your anger grew as Loki failed to mention anything about your missed anniversary.

Loki spun you onto the floor with grace and panache. The two of you twirled around the floor, the envy of all you stared at the King and Queen. On the outside, you smiled like you were having the time of your life, but inside your heart hung heavy.

After several dances, you pulled away, breathing heavy. “I am in need of a rest.”

“Of course, my love.” Loki led you to two small thrones at one end of the grand hall. He signaled for someone to bring food and drink.

You ate in silence, gazing out at the dancers and other attendees. While everyone seemed to be having a grand time, you wanted nothing more than to slip into pajamas and not see anyone. After eating, you rose; Loki stood.

“More dancing?”

You smiled tightly at him, the wounds from earlier still smarting, particularly in light on not a word that evening from Loki on the matter. “I grow tired, my king. I wish to take my leave.”

Loki’s face dropped. He hoped you would stay. “There are some matters I need to attend to and then I shall escort you myself. Please sit.”

You huffed down back onto your chair, your skirts fluttering. Loki smiled and took a deep breath and prayed this worked.

“Ladies and Gentleman!” he called out to the crowd. The music stopped awkwardly as the musicians overheard Loki’s voice. All eyes were on Loki and by consequence, you. You straightened up in your seat.

Loki folded his hands in front of him, fidgeting. You smiled at the nervous tic.

“As you may know, I have been working tirelessly over the past many months to keep Asgard and the Nine Realms safe.” A smattering of applause echoed through the room and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You clapped unenthusiastically. Loki quieted the crowd. “And this has often been to the detriment of other important relationships.” Your head snapped up and Loki glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “So not only will I be taken some time off, immediately following this gala but I am pleased to announce I shall be delegating many duties to my trusted advisors and generals.”

You stood and rushed to Loki’s side. “Loki…” you hissed. “… what are you doing?”

He kissed your temple. “Something long overdue.”

“And finally, it is my great honor to let my friends and family know first that my wife shall join me in the day to day running of the Nine Realms. She is my superior in every way.” He turned to hold your hands. Your eyes welled with tears. “And the Realms would do well to have her at my side.”

You stood silent, staring at Loki. “I… I…” you sputtered.

Loki pulled you against his chest. “You are my match and partner, my love. I need you to rule with me.” he whispered. “That is, if you will still have me.”

His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks. You laughed. “It’s all I ever wanted.” You cupped his face and kissed him, and the audience exploded into applause.

The two of you parted and Loki smiled down at you. “Do you still want your heart back?”

“You can keep it.” You pecked his lips. “For now. And what is this about taking some time off?” You turned to smile and wave as the music started back up.

“I was thinking of a second honeymoon.” Loki smirked. “Maybe a chance to expand the family?”

You raised a knowing eyebrow at Loki. “Tell me more.”

Loki’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Later tonight, I can show you.”

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crying-over-spilled-feels · 5 years

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if you could write a happy young brodinsons fic where nothing is hurting and everything is beautiful then i'll be a happy lassie :>

This is an amazing request! Of course I wrote that fic for you, my dear friend! I even tried my best at making a gif of it for you! Here is the story; I hope it makes you happy before you watch Endgame! I hope it’s okay I made Thor and Loki very young in this fic!

Where the Ocean Meets the Sky

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters; they belong toMarvel and Stan Lee in this particular adaptation, though they are originallyderived from Norse mythology.

Word Count: 1,200

When Lokifeels someone roughly shake his shoulder in the middle of the night, his firstthought is to go for the dagger he keeps tucked under his pillow in case any intrudersmanaged to get past the castle guards. However, the voice that comes with therough shaking helps to put Loki’s racing mind to ease as the young God ofMischief’s eyes open in the darkness of his chambers.

“Brother!” Thor whispers, though tothe raven-haired Prince of Asgard, it still seems as if his older brother isshouting despite his best efforts to be quiet. “Brother!” the young God of Thundercontinues, shaking his younger brother again, yet with more urgency than the firsttime. “Loki!” he tries for a third time, practically shouting the younger prince’sname into the darkness.

“Whatever could you want at thishour, brother?” Loki demands in a whisper of his own, rolling over in his bedand wiping his tired eyes before lighting a candle with his magic where he canat least see the golden-haired intruder.

“Are you awake?�� Thor inquires, ashis brother’s back is turned to him.

“I am now,” Loki responds in a slightlyamused voice, wondering how in all the seven realms Thor thought Loki could betalking to him if he was still asleep. “You made sure of that, Thor,” the youngPrince of Asgard lightly laughs, sitting up and moving to face his brother. “Whatexactly is so important you must wake me at this unprecedented hour?” the eighteen-year-oldGod of Mischief demands of his slightly older brother.

“That is a surprise, dear brother!Come,” Thor grins widely, throwing a spare pair of clothes at his brother, whichLoki dutifully catches. “Put these on and then meet me outside my chambers,”the God of Thunder instructs, turning quickly on his heel to head back to hisown chambers down the hall.

Before Loki even gets a chance torefute his brother’s potentially dangerous plan, the heir to the Asgardianthrone is gone, leaving his younger brother to simply change into the plainclothes that do not have the ornate designs of the royal family’s usual attire.

“What in the seven realms does Thorhave planned?” Loki softly mutters as he pulls the shirt over his head, scowlingat his appearance in the mirror as he realizes that the shirt is much looser onhim than he had hoped.

Closing his chamber doors softlybehind him, the second Prince of Asgard sneaks quickly down the hallway to findThor and get to the bottom of this middle of the night excursion.

“Loki!Quickly, follow me!”

“And where, pray tell, are we going,Thor?”

“We are going sailing, dearbrother,” the twenty-two-year-old God of Thunder reveals, his blue eyes sparklingin the bare traces of dawn as the sun begins to peak as it enters the sky to startthe morning.

“In what vessel?” theeighteen-year-old God of Mischief questions with a doubtful expression on hislips.

“Why, my own of course!” Thor grinswith a dangerous look in his eyes, the one that Loki knows will get them both introuble if they are caught.

“I thought Father was still givingyou your lessons,” Loki reminds as they near the shipyard, catching sight of Thor’ssmall boat that Odin had gifted his eldest son on his twentieth nameday.

“Father told me that I have learnednearly as much as he did when he was my age. I think I’m ready to set sail!”

“And do you know how to stop theship? What about how to spot reefs and other hazards that could tear the boatout from under us? Hmm? Did you think of those, o mighty Thor, God of Thunderand heir of the Asgardian throne?”

The brothers continue to tease oneanother as Thor climbs onto the deck of his boat, already preparing the sailsand starting to loosen the ropes from around the dock.

“Stopping is almost the same asanother technique Father taught me, and I shall try my hardest to avoid any reefsor other hazards,” Thor laughs joyously, soaking in the sun on his face as thegolden rays cast down on him.

“You make a pretty terrible captain,”Loki deadpans, his eyes shining in mirth as he nears the ship, leaning on theside of the vessel.

“At least I have a ship,” the golden-haired Prince teases his younger brother,gently shoving Loki farther away from the ship.

“Father promised me that I wouldget a boat for my twentieth nameday as well!” the raven-haired God of Mischiefprotests, looking for all the world like a jealous child.

“You are coming with me, aren’tyou?” Thor innocently asks, genuine hope written on his face as he extends ahand down to Loki, hoping that his brother will join him on his first solosailing expedition.

“Yes, of course,” Loki grins withthe purest look of happiness on his face that Thor can recall ever seeing onhis younger brother’s face. “Are you sure Father will not be angry with us?”

“Who’s going to tell him? If you willnot tell him, then I will not. This shall remain a secret between us, brother.Now, help me untie these ropes and I shall show you how to sail.”

“Truly? I know nothing of sailing.”

“Yes, truly. And you know moreabout sailing than you think with all of those books you read, Loki,” Thor reveals,a proud smile coming to his lips as he watches Loki easily untie the boat fromthe dock and help cast them off. “The left side is called port, and the rightside is called starboard. But, you have time yet to learn. Enjoy the ride as Icaptain us to a special fishing spot I have found,” the God of Thunder explainshis plan for the day, and it is then that Loki notices the fishing equipment inthe ship.

“If you don’t kill us first,” Lokisasses, casting a smirk in Thor’s direction, earning himself a light slap inthe back of the head from his older brother.

“I don’t think you want to incite amutiny on your captain on your first day at sea, brother,” Thor cautions,laughing at his own joke as he begins to steer the ship in the direction of thecove while Loki holds his hand over the side of the ship, skimming his fingersin the small waves and swells as the boat gains speed.

“I would never take part in a mutinyagainst you, Thor,” Loki promises, grasping his brother’s hand in the special handshakeOdin had taught them both to use when promising something for life. “I willfollow you until the ocean meets the sky.”

Though Thor may not have realizedit, Loki chose that particular metaphor because the ocean would never trulymeet the sky, meaning that he would have his older brother’s back for eternity.

“And I shall do the same for you,Loki. The sun will shine on us for all our lives. May nothing diverge our pathsfrom one another as long as we both shall live.”

Author’s Note: And there it is! Rival Argentica requested some young Brodinsonfluff before they betray one another, so here it is! I spent my last hours ofbeing 18 years old writing this; I hope you enjoy it, my friend! I also hopeeveryone else enjoyed this piece as well! This was refreshing to write,especially after the angst piece I just posted about Clint on Monday! I’m goingto have a set Tumblr schedule very soon once I get through house-sitting thisnext week! As always, reviews are always greatly appreciated. Until next time, my dear readers! Feel free torequest something else using any of the prompts and fandoms on my Tumblr or FanFictionaccount! Have an amazing day, afternoon, or night.

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