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oswildin · 5 months

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Love Is A Dagger (Loki x OFC) - Chapter Four

Summary: When Loki is apprehended by an organisation called the Time Variance Authority, he didn’t expect to be roped into helping a certain agent hunt an elusive variant that had been terrorising the TVA for years. What he also didn’t expect, was for the variant to apparently be connected to his timeline, to him. He couldn’t have anticipated where this whole venture would lead. The woman from his future, exposing truths about the TVA, and one big branching mess. Sacrifice, grief, anger and love… But which will prevail?

Warnings: ‘Loki’ spoilers

FIC MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS // NEXT (coming soon…)

ABANDONED SETTLEMENT - LAMENTIS-1 - 2077

"Well, isn't this lovely."

Loki said wryly, glancing round at the run-down buildings, mostly metallic shacks and trailers, smoke coming from some of them from meteors crashing into the structures. Ruri rolled her eyes, looking back at Loki as he trailed behind her.

"If I had known we were seeing Lamentis-1's must see sights, I would've brought a camera." Loki continued, hands in his trouser pockets as he let out a sigh. Ruri stopped in her tracks, whirling round to look at the God, eyes narrowed.

"Will you shut up?" She snapped, shaking her head. "Make yourself useful and look for something that looks like it has power and could charge the TemPad." She ordered him, tone holding no room for argument as Loki raised a brow.

"You're not very fun." Loki muttered. "Taking all the joy out of an end of the world experience." He said lowly, tone wry.

Loki was not known for being serious. And it was clearly showing. Even now, when they were stranded on a doomed moon, he was still making comments, trying to get a reaction from the woman. And it was working.

Ruri once more rounded on the God, anger evident on her features. "Apologies if I'm not running around, shouting from the rooftops how 'fun' this all is-" She began, voice raised. "Some of us have to stay focused, we can't all just- Breeze through life and stop to smell the roses-" Her eyes flickered over Loki, his brows raising in surprise at her outburst. "Also I've spent years of my life in these hellholes, so pardon me if I am not exactly being joyous and enthusiastic about possibly dying here."

God, he really is... so... Stupid.

"So, if you'd rather stay here, enjoy the ambience-" She said sarcastically. "Be my guest. Give me the TemPad and I'll get myself off this rock."

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Loki lowered his gaze, a sheepish expression appearing on his face at her words. She was right. It was hardly a time to make jokes. Their lives hung on the line, and in a way... It was his fault. He sent them there. And she had lived a good chunk of her life experiencing the horrors of dying worlds, and he had made a joke about their surroundings...

Idiot.

"Okay- Alright-" Loki sighed, moving his hands to his hips, looking back up at her. "You're right." He gave a curt nod. He watched as Ruri's jaw seemed to relax slightly, glare softening. They held each others gazes for a moment longer, before the woman turned round once more, continuing on.

Loki moved to follow, eyes once more scanning the buildings, spotting something glowing in the window of a nearby trailer. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he turned to walk towards it. It was a neon sign. But it had power.

Bingo.

"What about this?" Loki called over his shoulder to Ruri.

—

Ruri sighed, turning back to see Loki looking at a neon sign, as she realised he was serious.

He thinks that could charge an inter-dimensional time-hopping device?

He wants fun. I'll show him fun.

Ruri quickly moved towards the God, seeing him turn to look at her as she approached, a hopeful glint in his eye. "Maybe." She said lowly, moving up the ramp to get closer to the light. "If we can reroute the power into the TemPad through its intricate wiring system-" She rambled, knowing it would make little to no sense to Loki. "-then maybe it could give us just enough juice to get off this rock." She glanced back at Loki over her shoulder.

"And you thought I was useless?" Loki said with a faint smirk.

"I never said that."

"No, but it was implied."

"I mean..."

"So, we can use it, yes? Reroute the... power through the er- thing-" Loki spoke with his hand, brows furrowed, clearly clueless on what she had just said. Ruri stood back up straight, turning fully to face him as he stood at the bottom of the ramp. Ruri let out a short laugh, making Loki blink in confusion.

"No, you idiot." She said in amusement, smirking, striding back down the ramp. "We cannot charge the TemPad with a nightlight." She raised a brow, tilting her head faintly. "Maybe leave the tech stuff to me, yeah?" She said, tone condescending but playful as she patted his arm patronisingly before walking past him. "You're right. That was fun."

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She is so...

Loki closed his eyes, jaw tightening as he let out an exasperating sigh. He looked over to see her walking ahead, shaking his head before following after her. "Very funny." Loki called dryly after her.

"I thought so." Her voice called back cheerfully to him.

"Make you feel better?" Loki asked, raising a brow. "Patronising a God?" Ruri spun round, looking at him as she walked backwards.

"Actually, yes. Yes it did." She mused, smile tugging at her lips. Loki couldn't help but feel his own lips quirk faintly, reluctant amusement entering his blue eyes.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it." Loki shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Simple minds only seek simple joys I suppose." His voice held a hint of his own condescending tone. Ruri simply shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully before turning back round to look ahead.

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Ruri spotted a trailer up ahead, a light seemingly on inside. She narrowed her eyes, beginning to head towards the steps. Her hand swiftly moved to the hilt of her dagger in her holster, gripping it tightly, pulling it from its seethe. She knew people could be... unpredictable when it was the end of the world.

Maybe someone is home.

"Let me do the talking." Ruri told Loki, beginning to ascend the small number of steps. "People tend to not like you when you open your mouth." She commented, a hint of a smirk on her lips. Loki rolled his eyes, following her. As they reached the small platform near the door, Ruri felt a hand grab her arm, stopping her as she turned to look at Loki.

"It could be dangerous." He said lowly, keeping his gaze on hers. "We don't know who is in there and you're not exactly the most charming person-" Ruri let out an exasperated groan. "And you're holding a dagger." Loki added, nodding towards the weapon in her hand, raising a brow.

"I have been on my own for years, dealt with many dangerous people and situations-" Ruri told him lowly, pursing her lips, chin raising slightly in defiance. "I think I can handle it." She gently shoved his hand from her arm, turning away to head to the door.

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Loki opened his mouth to say something, hand raised awkwardly in the air, before he glanced down.

This isn't going to go well.

Just as Ruri was moving to knock on the door, Loki peered inside through the grubby window, noticing a photo of an older couple sat on a nearby table. An idea struck.

Time to 'make myself useful'.

Loki's form shimmered into the man from the photo, as Ruri turned at the sound of his magic, instantly looking irritated. "What are you doing?!" She hissed, narrowing her eyes as the door opened. But Loki didn't listen, simply stepping in front of the now open door, making Ruri step back. He could feel her eyes burning holes in the back of his head.

In the doorway stood the woman from the photograph, a large gun-looking weapon in her hand, aimed towards them, eyes narrowed. However, as she saw Loki disguised as someone clearly she knew, her eyes widened.

"Patrice?" The woman's voice asked, surprise clear in her voice. Loki, still as the old man, gave an emotional nod, hands clasped in front of him.

"It's... been a long time." Loki sniffled, playing the part.

—

Oh, for Gods sake.

Ruri shook her head, a hand moving to rest on her hip, unimpressed at Loki's 'tactical' move. They had no idea who this woman was, who the man he was disguised was, and he was seemingly just hoping he could play it off and get her to trust him.

"You're as beautiful as-" Loki continued, voice soft and weary, but before he could finish his sentence, a blast of energy suddenly knocked him off his feet, his facade shimmering away, sending him flying into the air before landing hard on the gravel below. Ruri couldn't help but let out an amused huff.

I know I keep saying it... but... what an idiot.

"Nice shot." Ruri looked at the woman, nodding, a pleased smirk on her lips.

"Patrice never said anything that nice to me in thirty years." The woman stepped closer to the doorway, her eyes flickering between the pair suspiciously. Ruri instantly took a small step back, holding her hands up slightly placatingly.

"If it's any consolation, I enjoyed that." Ruri said wryly, nodding towards Loki who was just sitting up, grimacing as he ran a hand through his hair. "I may need to get myself one of those." Ruri thought out loud, eyeing the weapon in the woman's hands.

"What do you want?" The woman clearly was not in the mood for idle chat, and Ruri couldn't blame her.

"Right, yes-" Ruri cleared her throat, putting away her dagger. "Is there anything nearby that has power? Like- A lot of power?" She asked, raising her brows. "We need a source that could charge something rather..." She paused, biting her lower lip briefly. "Big." She landed on, sighing.

The woman paused, eyeing Ruri before speaking. "There's a city not far. Shuroo." She told her lowly. "They'll have something. It's got enough power to send the Ark to space, so it'll charge something big." Ruri furrowed her brows, hearing Loki's shoes on the gravel approaching the bottom of the steps, breathing slightly heavier than normal from being winded on impact.

"The Ark?" Ruri asked, tilting her head.

"The evacuation shuttle." The woman said, furrowing her own brows. It was clear the pair weren't from around there. "There's a station on the outskirts of the town-" She nodded towards the direction. "Train goes directly there. But you'll never get a ticket."

Ruri glanced back at Loki, both of their expressions shifting into ones of determination.

"Then we have a train to catch."

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Loki cracked his neck, jaw tightening as he held out a pained breath. That blast had caught him off guard. He really thought his plan would work. He heard Ruri snicker beside him, his gaze glancing down at her, eyes narrowed.

"Go on, laugh it up." He huffed, moving to adjust the collar of his jacket. They were heading through the settlement towards the station the woman had mentioned, meteors falling in the distance, quiet booms sounding through the place.

"And you were worried about me." She scoffed, shaking her head in amusement.

"I was not worried." Loki quickly said, brows creasing.

"Uh huh."

"I just wanted to save you the embarrassment-"

"You mean by embarrassing yourself?"

Vexing woman.

Loki sighed, turning his gaze ahead once more, deciding not to respond. He could practically feel the woman's amused smirk.

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Ruri continued, shrugging. "Like I said, you're just a bit rusty-"

"I am not rusty!" Loki huffed, head snapping to look down at her, seeing the pleased look on her face that she had managed to get under his skin. Loki shook his head, pursing his lips. "You're rather annoying. If I do know you in the future, I expect I loathe you." He muttered grumbly, rolling his shoulders to loosen them.

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Ruri couldn't help but let out a quiet scoff.

If only you knew.

"Such a strong word." She mused, raising a brow. "Come on, I'm a little bit endearing." She looked up at him, tilting her head. "Just admit it." She paused, smirking. "You find me entertaining at least."

"As entertaining as watching paint dry." Loki quipped back, making Ruri roll her eyes. "I mean, you've pointed my dagger at my throat multiple times, shouted at me, ordered me about, won't tell me who you are to me-" He listed off as Ruri pursed her lips.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." She waved a hand flippantly. "I'm 'prickly', like you said." She sighed, glancing back at their surroundings, seeing the station in the distance. A few moments of silence passed between them.

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Loki's gaze flickered down to the woman walking beside him, quietly observing her, studying her features. There was a lingering sadness in her eyes, despite their usual hardened appearance. He wondered what she was like before she was on the run from the TVA. Whether she was lighter in spirit, not so defensive and angry. He supposed she had hardened over spending time jumping from one apocalyptic world to another. She probably had to.

And she was a magic wielder. That interested him greatly. It was rare for him to come across another who possessed such power. The only other person was his mother. Loki's own expression softened at the memory of Frigga, a flicker of sadness passing over him. He'd never see her again. Not if the TVA was right in that he couldn't return to his timeline.

And if he couldn't return to his timeline... Then he wouldn't know who this Ruri was. Well, at least not in the way she seemingly knew him before all this mess. But there would be time for answers later. Now they had to focus on getting board the train, making it to Shuroo and charging the TemPad.

And overthrowing the Time Keepers, of course.

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tripleyeeet · 1 year

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PREY

"No man can tame a predator by acting like prey, Avis. Not even you."

After getting arrested, Avis Finch –a mutant agent gone rogue– soon finds herself at a crossroads when she’s offered to return to SHIELD under the watchful eye of the agencies elite.

Once there, Avis, along with four others soon find themselves taking orders from Richard Cooper, a high-level agent who claims that she and the rest of her team will be allowed release once they complete their next mission.

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

TAGS: Angst, (eventual) smut, rivals to lovers, slow burn, mentions of mental illness (specifically dissociation and PTSD), descriptions of heavy violence and gore, whump (will tag accordingly).

MASTERLIST

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lovinlikeloki · 7 months

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The Shadow Realm 02 Teaser

A/N: okay so it's been ages since i've done one of these but i desperately need the motivation so uh... here's a teaser pls give feedback

Warnings: None

Word Count: 239

Full Chapter Word Count: 1.2k and climbing (hopefully)

We both slowly make our way to his bed, him lying down and I sitting on a cushion on the floor next to it. Loki begins throwing a cup in the air rhythmically, I watch as it flies and falls through the air back into his hand.

I rock back and forth and hum softly as I watch him, I pick at my skin, scratching and my cuticles almost creating hangnails. I don’t even realise how excessive the skin picking is until I feel Loki’s hand softly take mine, I look up at him as he slowly guides my hand into my hair. He knows about my habits, the good and the bad and it’s clear that he’d rather I twirl my hair than pick away at my decaying skin... we’ve both come to realise that while my illusions give me a full mobility in my limbs, if I pick at my skin too much, especially at the tips of my fingers, it can crumble away when I’m in my true form.

A small smile graces my lips, and one almost ghosts his own lips too. He turns back to face the ceiling and begins throwing his cup again, my rocking soothed, my hair twirling and my humming slightly louder. This... this is comfortable, comfort beyond what I’ve ever experienced before, no words need to be spoken, no raised voices, no questions, just silence. Comfortable silence and tentative touches.

#loki x oc #loki laufeyson x oc #loki laufeyson #helena maddidottir #the shadow realm #the umbra pentalogy #jynx teases

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softforloki · 1 year

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Chapter List

A vignette-style collection of stories depicting the progression of the relationship between Loki and Dr. Selene Lovelace, and with her daughter, Raven. Not really a story with plot and more so a collection of snapshots into their lives. Fluff, hurt/comfort, and lots of Loki goodness to come.

Warnings: Will include discussions and depictions of past child abuse, child neglect, torture, and panic attacks. Each chapter containing these topics will include a disclaimer at the top.

Also on Ao3!

Chapter 1: Dr. Selene Lovelace Chapter 2: Lady Abyss Chapter 3: Raven Chapter 4: Young One Chapter 5: Date Night Chapter 6: The Open House Chapter 7: The Mission Chapter 8: The Fallout Chapter 9: A Blissful Morning Chapter 10: Family Dinner Chapter 11: The Tattoo Chapter 12: The Park Chapter 13: The Nightmare Chapter 14: Magic Lessons

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thesugarclubs-blog · 5 months

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Someone to you - Loki Laufeyson x OC

warnings: 'who did this to you', hurt/comfort, confessions

word count: 4.9k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1400370390-someone-to-you-nesrin

Masterlist

Loki stalked through the corridors of the palace towards the rooms where he knew his brother, the Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three would be planning their next honourable adventure. He’d taken the more circuitous route, past his mother’s chambers, telling himself it was to enable him to glare at a higher proportion of the palace residents. He would never admit that he was looking out for her.

Nesrin. Her name echoed like a ballad in his mind. The rest of the palace shied away from the ice-cold Prince, some even actively avoiding him, but Nesrin… she offered him the most precious smiles and whilst he never returned them, they remained with him even during the darkest hours of his mind.

He stopped by the colonnade where she would normally be sitting with some of the other ladies who usually regarded him with barely-disguised disdain, but today her glorious fall of mahogany hair was nowhere to be seen. Fighting the rising tide of disappointment, he almost missed the sniffling coming from the other side of the pillar he waited by. Recognising the abject misery the sounds portrayed, Loki stepped arrogantly around the column and stopped dead in his tracks. His fists clenched and he began to vibrate with fury at the sight before him.

Sitting on the ground, curled into a ball, Nesrin was staring down at the marble floor with tears streaming down her face. Her body shook and Loki could practically see the fear wafting off of her. How dare anyone scare her. Did someone hurt her? If he were to find a single mark anywhere on her, he'd hunt the entire palace to find who had done it.

Kneeling down, Loki made himself less of a threat towards the young woman. "Nesrin," he murmured, causing her to dart her eyes in his direction. Her hair partly covered her face, but he could see her split lip.

When her eyes locked onto his he saw fear in them. He noticed how she let out a shaky breath. He slowly lifted up his hand and went to move her hair out of her face. She stilled and scurried back a bit until her back hit the pillar.

“I’m not going to hurt you Nesrin, I just want to see if you have any other injuries” Loki spoke softly raising his hands to show he didn’t mean any harm. “Would you let me help?”

Her eyes softened for a brief moment as she nodded. Carefully, he reached for her, trailing his fingers along her hairline and tucked the loose strands behind her ear. Her cheek was pink on the verge of turning a dark shade of purple that only fueled the rage brewing in his chest. Who dared to hurt her?

Loki's jaw ticked with the idea that someone put their hands to her perfect skin. He ran his thumb gently over the marking before cupping her cheek. "Who did this to you?" He asked, his voice a low rumble.

“I…” she stammered, her voice hoarse and timid. “It is nothing you should concern yourself with, my Lord.”

She ducked her head again and her body curled inward as she tried to make herself as insignificant as she obviously felt.

“I would order you to tell me but that is not how I desire our interactions to be shaped, sweet Nesrin,” he said gently.

“I was making my way here to sit and read for a bit. When a young noble - I didn’t recognise him, came up to me and started talking. It started off nice, asking about my day and where I was headed. Then he tried to… I politely declined. But he kept trying to put his hands on me. I pushed him away and… he got mad, he hit me and said some foul things. I ran here to get away from him” she answered, still shaking.

Loki froze. Clearly this young man, if you could call him a man, did not understand the concept of the word no. He would have to figure out who he is and have a conversation with him.

Loki’s lips pursed as he watched her shrinking in on herself slowly. This otherwise beautiful, intelligent woman who warmed every aspect of his life made to feel so small and unworthy.

No. Not his Nesrin.

Tucking his knuckle under her chin, he tilted her dark eyes to meet his, scanning her tear stained features. “Would you be able to identify him if you saw him again?” His head tilted to the side, trying his best to keep the bubbling anger at bay until he had his hands on this young noble.

Nesrin nodded slowly, her black hair falling over her shoulder once more, “but you don’t have to bother yourself with this, your royal highness. Really, I-”

Loki ran his thumb gently over her cheek, stopping her words. His emerald eyes flickering to her split lip once more. Without another word, he stood and extended his hand to help her off the floor. When her soft skin made contact with his, the anger within his chest calmed for a moment, overtaken by the sweet scent of her citrus shampoo as her hair fell back from her shoulders as she tilted her gaze to find his once more.

He gently squeezed her hand in his, feeling how complete it feels to hold it. “Come. We shall figure this out.”

"My lord," Nesrin started to protest but he shook his head.

"Loki."

Her brows knit together, the golden hues in her eyes glistened under the night sky as their gaze met. "Tonight I am Loki." he said gently, trying to erase any of the anger from his voice. He held her hand in his, "Up you go, a creature as beautiful as you should not be crumpled on the ground."

She hesitated, and he could see the uncertainty flickering across her face. Loki wracked his brains to think of a way to reassure her whilst keeping his simmering rage at bay. He’d never been in a situation like this before. He’d usually rely on arrogance or even fear to get what he wanted but this time…

He thought back to what he knew of her, of her kind heart, and a spark of inspiration struck. Using the magic of his illusions he transformed himself into a large dog with a thick shiny black coat and a green leather collar.

Holding up his paw he tilted his head imploringly at her and whined a little. To Loki’s abject relief, Nesrin giggled slightly and reached out her hand, resting it gently atop his soft paw.

Loki then placed his paw back on the ground and lightly nudged his nose into her hand. He lifted his snout back up, looking down the hallway and back at her. He wanted to bring her somewhere that was not so out in the open, somewhere where she could continue to calm down and feel safe. There was only one person in the whole palace who he trusted to do just that while he went to find this ‘man’, his mother.

He began to lead Nesrin the fastest way there walking right next to her, should anyone appear and see her in her frail state. Once they got to the door, Loki pushed it open with his paws. Looking back at Nesrin he walked in and she closely followed.

Loki scanned the room for his mother, finding her eyes in the mirror she sat at across the way. As they stared at each other, Loki quickly changed back to himself, his mother’s eyes unchanging from their sweet expression at the shift, just lifting to follow his.

“My sweet boy, what ails you?” Frigga asked, turning around on her stool, her eyes widening when she saw Nesrin, before narrowing in on her injuries. “I see. Come in, dear girl, let me have a look.”

Loki felt a knot of tension release from between his shoulders at his mother’s words. He turned to Nesrin when she didn’t move, standing slightly behind him. “I promise you’re safe here my- Nesrin,” Loki said, feeling his mother’s eyes boring into the side of his head at his slip.

Frigga raised a single brow as the young woman walked up to her. “Sit here, child. Let me see your face.”

Meanwhile Loki stood and watched, his hands clasped behind his back. “Could you tell me, Nesrin? What did he look like?”

Nesrin pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, quickly wincing as the pain of the cut and bruise forming on her cheek set into her face, “he had dark eyes, and-” she took a breath, closing her eyes and looking down, “blonde hair... I believe there was a small scar on the palm of his hand - I only got a quick glimpse of it before he -“ her voice caught in her throat tugging at Loki's heart, the anger surfacing once more.

“I shall return.” Loki grumbled, turning on his heel and with quick paces striding himself out the door.

He heard her call after him but it was too late. The images of the man standing over her clouded his vision as he made his way down to the common areas. With his fists clenched at his sides he scanned as many faces as he could while moving.

"Brother!" Loki heard the familiar voice holler over the crowds. Thor's wide grin greeted him as the man slapped a hand over Loki's shoulder, halting his mission.

"Not now." He rasped.

Thor's blonde brow raised, "why do you look like you're about to murder someone?"

Loki's green eyes shifted to his brother's.

"Who?" Thor asked, reading the silent rage radiating off of him.

"One of the nobles. Blonde hair, dark eyes. Scar on his palm."

“Ah I sense you mean that oaf Fridrik. What has he done to earn your wrath?”

Fridrik, Loki’s mind seethed, his rage finally finding a target.

“Where?” He snapped, barely having enough patience for his brother’s roundabout conversations.

“Down by the tavern near the Bifrost, the last I saw,” Thor nodded. “Less than a half hour ago. Do you need hel-“

“No,” Loki spat. “This is my purpose alone.”

The god stalked towards the palace door, his fist clenching and unclenching at his sides as he reached it. When he was through with that pillock he was going to regret putting a hand on her until his dying breath. Hell, he was going to be the bearer of his dying breath.

Nobody would ever put a hand on his Nesrin again, not if he had any say in it. And oh how he pleaded the heavens that she'd allow him to have a say after today.

Once he was out of the palace he made his way through the streets and headed to the tavern that Thor had mentioned seeing Fridrik last. He got to the tavern and threw the doors open using his green magic. He looked around at all of the guests within.

“Which one of you is Fridrik” he boomed. His eyes landed on a blonde man sitting at the bar staring back at him with dark eyes. He slowly stood up with a wide smile on his face.

“That would be me, Prince Loki. How can I be of help?”

Loki’s eyes narrowed and he inhaled slowly, chest filling with air and rage, the faintest inkling of pleasure at the fear sinking into his foe’s eyes.

As Loki took a step forwards, Fridrik lifted his hands in appeasement, saying, “My Lord, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but-”

Loki cut him off as he swept through the room, grabbing Fridrik by his collar and slamming his back against the bar, tankards rattling alongside him.

“So you admit there’s something to hear?” Loki asked quietly, and Fridik opened his mouth, only to shut it quickly at the feel of the point of a dagger against his throat.

Fridrik’s eyes widened. “Si-sir…”

“Why did you think that it could ever be acceptable to put your hands on any woman?” He growled, his eyes flashing green.

Fridrik's eyes widened to the point that Loki thought he might hurt himself. "My Lo-Lord, I do not know what--"

Loki pressed the point of his dagger into his skin, knicking it ever so slightly that a trickle of deep red ran down his throat. He leaned in, his chest heaving, "It would be wise to swallow the lie that is about to fall out of your mouth."

The man's words fell short as his mouth snapped shut.

"Tell me Fridrik, do you understand the meaning of the word NO?" He growled.

The sight of Fridrik’s mouth gaping like a codfish sent Loki over the edge. Disappearing his dagger in a wisp of green he gripped the whimpering man by the collar and dragged him outside. The two of them were followed by a parade of tavern patrons as Loki stalked along the street with his captive until they reached the bifrost bridge.

With an almost effortless heave, Loki leaned Fridrik head first over the edge of the structure, allowing him to see first-hand the churning waters below.

“Y-your Highness!” Fridrik squeaked in panic but Loki showed no mercy.

“Here is how this will play out,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. “You will return to the palace with me, apologise to the Lady Nesrin and never lay your hands on another woman again. Or…I will cast you over the side and allow the current to take you over the falls and you will be lost between realms for all eternity.”

“N-no, my Prince, I beg of you. I-I will return,” Fridrik whined.

“Damn,” Loki hummed, disappointed.

He raised his eyes and finally noticed the gathered crowd. Keeping one hand in a firm grip on Fridrik’s collar he raised his other in a theatrical gesture, painting a soulless grin on his face as the populace expected from him.

Then, in a flash of green light, the Prince and his quarry vanished.

They appeared mere feet away from the closed doors that led to his precious, unwarrantedly wounded dove and rage bubbled in his chest once more. He let go of Fridrik’s collar in disdain, his chest hitting the floor as he did so. He ran a hand through his raven locks quickly, as the other smoothed over his overcoat. He heard a small whimper coming from the body beside him and he flit his eyes their way catching a lift in Fridik’s shoulders. Loki lifted his boot, placing his foot between his shoulder blades and pressing down stopping the poor attempt.

“Don’t get any ideas maggot. I will drag you in there in pieces if need be.” He seethed.

Taking his foot off the man’s back Loki reached down and pulled him to his feet.

“Now we are going inside, you will keep your head down. You will then apologise to Lady Nesrin for your actions” Loki spoke into the man’s ear.

Loki narrowed his eyes at the man until he nodded before turning the knob and opening the door. He led the man inside, seeing his mother's eyes widen slightly. "Now, apologize," he growled, seeing that Nesrin was sitting in a chair, a cup of tea in her hand.

When she saw who had entered Nesrin stood rapidly, some tea sloshing over the side of her cup as she pressed a hand against her chest.

“Have no fear, my Lady, this black-hearted snake is here for only one thing,” Loki gritted, nudging Fridrik forwards.

“I…I…I apologise…” the cowed man began but his words were cut off by a sharp cry as Loki kicked the back of his legs, sending him crashing to the floor.

“Begging for forgiveness should be done on one’s knees,” the Prince hissed.

Loki pushes the man to his knees and then takes a step back.

Fredrik looks back up to Nesrin. “I … I owe you an apology Lady Nesrin. Please forgive me for my behaviour earlier.”

Nesrin slowly looked up from a spot on the floor she had been staring intently at, her eyes wide with shock and amazement.

“I- Yes, I mean, I do…So long as you truly mean it and never do something like that again,” Nesrin said, gaining confidence by the end, Loki’s chest filling with pride at the sound.

"I promise, "the man nodded. "I will never act so rashly again."

Loki watched as Nesrin nodded in reply and looked up at him as he bent down to grasp Fridrik once more by the collar of his tunic. "You are no longer needed Fridrik... if I hear any word of your disrespect again, you will be meeting my favorite blade."

The shamed Fridrik’s feet barely touched the floor as Loki launched him back out of his mother’s chambers, sending him skidding across the shining marble.

Taking the few steps towards his lady, Loki’s hands twitched at his sides, as if wanted to reach out and grasp Nesrin’s to offer her comfort, but he did not. His earlier rage-fuelled confidence had dissipated and he was left awkward and fumbling.

“Th-thank you, your highness,” Nesrin almost whispered, “you did not have to trouble yourself so on my account.”

“There is much I would do to ensure you are safe and comforted,” he admitted, forgetting all about his matronly audience. “Lady Nesrin, I-“

The door slammed open wide and his brother thundered through.

“Ho, brother! What’s all this I hear about you and that scoundrel Fridrik?”

Loki turned to face his brother huffing out an exasperated breath.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with brother I-" his words were cut short as his breath caught by the sight of his brother making his way straight to Nesrin, his Nesrin.

He saw his hands come up to grasp her's, and anger once more bubbled in his chest threatening to spill. There was no way Nesrin would pay even an ounce of attention to him now that the almighty Thor had noticed her as well.

"My lady, who has done this to you, who dare harm a woman so beautiful as yourself." His brother hummed, voice equal parts authoritative and gentle, his characteristic charm spilling out with them.

"As I was saying, brother, I took care of the situation. No more harm shall come to her."

Thor dropped his hands immediately and turned back to face Loki. He pointed back towards the doors.

“Was that why you came barging towards me asking for the identity of a man with blond hair, dark eyes and a scar on his hand? Ah… I see now. Well, I’m glad that Fridrik has been taken care of. I best be off then. Mother it was lovely seeing you, my lady, brother” Thor said bowing to each of them.

“She seems very kind brother. I know you will be kind to her as well.” Thos whispered into Loki’s ear, “and from how I saw Fridrik scurry off down the hall I dare say we won’t be seeing him anytime soon” He finished as he patted him on his shoulder.

Loki blinked, curious if what he saw was a trick. Was Thor not going to try and charm Nesrin into his arms like he thought? "I will," he assured quietly, letting Thor pat his shoulder again before leaving the room.

Frigga smiled as she stood from her seat. "Loki... son, you've done something very kind and honorable today."

His first thought was that his mother must be using her magic upon him for there was a strange feeling in his chest and his face burned with an unusual sensation.

“You look even more handsome with a bit of colour in your cheeks, my sweet boy.” Frigga whispered as she swept past him in a cloud of perfumed silks, leaving him alone with Nesrin once more.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, risking a glance at his Lady, who regarded him with interest.

“Would you care to escort me out into the balcony, your Highness? I imagine the view from these rooms is rather wondrous,” Nesrin asked softly, dropping into a low curtsy.

He felt his skin flush further as heat creeped slowly up his neck. Loki closed the distance between them, watching her lift her gaze to his, a soft smile gracing her wine colored lips.

He lifted a hand to her cheek hesitantly, stroking her bruised skin softly, his nerve endings practically igniting at the feel of her skin against his.

“It would be my honor, my darling Nesrin.” He voiced, “may I have your hand?”

She smiled wider, slightly wincing from pain giving him her hand. He gently took it in his and led her towards the large windows that doubled as doors leading to a balcony. He opened them with his hand and they stepped out and onto the marble floors.

Loki heard her take in a big breath, he turned to face her and saw wonder in her eyes. “It’s beautiful up here. You can see the whole of Asgard. Oh! And all the colours of the bifrost.” She said in awe.

Loki couldn't help but smile as he watched Nesrin take in all of the colors of the rainbow from The Bifrost and the glittering city in front of them. "I'm glad that you like it," he told her quietly. Silence grew between them for a few moments before Loki decided to speak once more. "How are you? Does it hurt much?"

Nesrin shook her head. "Her Majesty gave me something to put on it to help with the pain and the swelling."

“I cannot bear to see you suffer Lady Nesrin,” Loki almost growled, taking a step closer to her but froze when he saw her stiffen. “I apologise, my Lady.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I did not mean to startle you.”

“No, I mean, why do you worry about my suffering?”

She boldly met his eyes and for once Loki did not care about illusions or putting on his mask of noble disdain.

“Because I care about you my dearest one.”

“I do, whenever I see you you seem to have a smile on your face. I’ve also noticed how you will often sit with the children around the grounds and play with them.” He spoke softly taking one of her hands in both of his. She looked at him with slight confusion.

“I didn’t realise you noticed that. You always seem to be in a rush to somewhere when I see you. Or your mind is preoccupied with something” she replied.

Loki only shook his head. "Whenever I see you, my mind is only on you. I might be on my way to do something, but I only think of you, dear Nesrin." He gently caressed her hand with both of his thumbs, sweeping back and forth gently, as his green eyes locked on hers. "It has been that way for a long time. Over two fortnights. Maybe longer."

“I had no idea, your Highness,” she breathed, her other hand coming to rest tentatively atop his. “I never would have dreamed that you…that you might feel the same way as I.”

Loki sucked in a breath, his eyes flying to Nesrin’s and in them he saw the hope that reflected his in his own.

A soft smile spread across Nesrin's lips, her dark eyes remaining locked on his. There was something unfamiliar blooming deep in his chest and for a moment, Loki's flight response tried to take over. It was a trick. No one ever chose him or really saw him around the palace unless he made it so. This deep seated desire that he'd held onto for this girl, the thought of these feelings being returned. It had never occurred to him.

Part of him wanted to vanish, to save himself the strange feeling of love that set into him. But there was something flickering in the gold flecks of her iris' that calmed him. She always had that effect. It didn't matter if it was a fleeting glance, or a moment of conversation in passing, every thought in his mind, every emotion he felt was always calmed by her.

Loki cleared his throat, and took a small step toward her, relishing in the scent of her citrus shampoo once more, "Lady Nesrin I - " One more shaky breath over took his lungs, as his emerald eyes moved out to look over Asgard as he tried to find his words. His confidence.

A soft hand landed on his cheek, as Nesrin turned his face back to her own, the soft smile growing slightly, "Tell me what you're thinking, please"

“I… I really like you, Nesrin,” he murmured. Loki rested his hand over her own, on his cheek. “Would you be interested in me pursuing you?”

He watched her with bated breath, terrified of what her answer would be. He could be patient and kind. He would be, for her. He would be anything she asked of him, so long as she allowed him to be hers as much as her his.

"My Lord, I-" her words stopped just as quickly as they began. She hesitated, and he could feel himself closing off once more. He never should have let these feelings take hold of him.

He swallowed tightly, gaze falling to the sliver of space between them, "If you do not wish this I understand and I shall leave you be My Lady. I will find things other than your smile to help make my days seem lighter."

He felt her index finger slide below his chin, her soft caramel skin caressing his. He let his eyes close before she lifted his eyes to hers with a loving smile.

"You didn't let me finish, My Prince." she tutted. "I will have you... without your armor, Loki Odinson."

There it was again. His natural flight response screaming in his skull, making him believe all the worst possible meanings to the words that just dripped out of her perfect mouth like it was nothing. Her hand on his cheek helped him push away his thoughts and search for clarity in her face. If she'd meant anything by it, she wouldn't still be standing here with him. He leaned slightly into her touch as his green eyes traced over every inch of the smile that tugged on her lips.

"This hardened, stone wall that you carry with you. The one you think no one notices because of who you present yourself to be. The one you've built up over years of trying to keep up with your brother and trying to impress your father..." She continued, "That's not the Loki I want," She whispered, stepping closer and closing the gap between them.

Instinctively, Loki's free hand landed on Nesrin's waist, his fingers anxiously tangling into the soft fabric of her skirt as he waited. His breath was caught in his throat while his mind took in every word she was saying.

"Beautiful Nesrin," Loki whispered, casting his emerald eyes over her features.

She shook her head once, a piece of her soft ebony hair fell forward, but she ignored it, "I want you Loki. The real you. The man who read my favourite book because he saw me reading it in the corridor one day. The man who smiles ever so softly when he walks past me. The man who right now is trying to understand why I'm standing here with him after everything that happened today," she giggled, nudging her nose into his, "My sweet, caring, kind Loki. I am yours,"

Loki let out a shaky breath, controlling every impulse to shield himself off from the happiness that bloomed in his chest. This time, he let it sink in. He let it take over and allowed himself to feel as a proper grin spread onto his lips. His gaze flickered to her lips, then back up her eyes. She nodded her head in silent consent and Loki allowed his free hand to come up and brush that loose piece behind her ear.

"Kiss me," Nesrin whispered, brushing their noses together once more, "Please"

It was all Loki needed to hear. He pressed forward, slotting their lips together, lightly at first. As Nesrin's arms slid around his neck, she deepened the kiss, smiling into his skin. He could have sworn that actual fireworks were exploding over his head, and the mess of butterflies that erupted deep in his belly took him by surprise. She was his. No more hiding or pretending. She was his beacon of light in the darkness that always fell before him and Loki made a silent promise to himself to protect her always.

No one would harm his girl, ever again.

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tvimagines221b · 8 months

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A Sense of Belonging (Marvel’s LOKI)

Hi there!

Are you a Marvel Fan who loves Loki? Are you also a Fanfiction Reader who enjoys good stories and Platonic Relationships?

Well, then my Marvel Fanfiction ‘A Sense of Belonging’ is for you!

A Sense of Belonging, takes place during the course of Marvel’s LOKI! It follows my OC, Sarah Kane. A young Agent of the TVA.

In my Fanfiction, Sarah comes face to face with the God of Mischief himself, Loki Laufeyson. Much like her mentor Agent Mobius, Sarah knows all about Loki. His life filled with mischief and trauma. When learning Loki’s story , Sarah begins relating with his troubled life. When Loki is suddenly brought in by the TVA, Sarah finds herself confiding in the God. When Loki realizes how similar Sarah is to him, the two form an unlikely bond and seek friendship in one another.

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Danielle Campbell as Sarah Kane:

Tom Hiddleston as Loki Laufeyson:

Owen Wilson as Agent Mobius:

Sophia Dimartino as Sylvie Laufeydottir:

As well as the rest of the amazing cast!

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raqnarokr · 1 year

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Dear Reader - Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

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1 | 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

The Author

"Come on, Y/N," your mother hums as the two of you approach the large, unfamiliar castle that is looming over you. You are only six years old and have never traveled off-world before. It is an exciting yet terrifying adventure. You grip her hand tighter as she leads you across the bridge.

"Chin up, dear," your father hums as he stands in front of you, not bothering to look back. "Do us proud and you might just find a husband on this planet."

"A husband?" you gulp as you look up at your mother. Her eyes show no emotion. She looks straight ahead and pays you no mind.

"Yes, a husband. I expect great things from you, Y/N. We both do," your father replies.

As you approach the castle, your father speaks to the guards, informing them that they have come for the party that is supposedly in your honor. The guards lead your family through the winding halls of the castle. Your small steps can hardly keep up with the large guards and the pace your parents are walking at. The floral tiara, adorned with roses and leaves, on your head nearly falls off your head as you're led into a beautiful throne room.

There, you are greeted by the king and queen. "Ah," the king speaks as he approaches the three of you. "King Lucius Aurelius, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

They welcome you with a warm smile.

"As to you, King Odin," your father replies with a nod of his head.

"I see you have brought the princess of the hour," King Odin smiles kindly at you. "What a lovely dress, princess," he then compliments you. Honestly, you're quite proud of the compliment. The gold dress that you begged your mother to allow you to wear is your favorite. And if you're going to meet your husband today, you want him to see you at your very best.

"Thank you, my king," you answer with a curtsy.

"And what manners, too," he chuckles. "The princes will be out shortly. I believe they're planning something for you."

You turn your attention towards the large door across the room. You can't help but be nervous at the prospect of meeting your future husband. You're so focused on the doors that you don't even notice your parents leading you away until they're dragging you along. Together with King Odin and the Queen, you enter the biggest ballroom you've ever seen in your life. The marble floors glisten under the lights and the large balcony doors are open, revealing the gardens outside.

"Wow," you breathe as you look around the room. "It's beautiful," you murmur as the king and queen thank you for the compliment.

Your father, not so happy with your comment which makes his kingdom seem lesser in comparison, clears his throat and shoots you a warning glare.

"So," your father then speaks, drawing the attention back onto him, "your children?"

"Oh, yes. Y/N, darling," Queen Frigga hums as she nudges you forward. "The boys will be down shortly. They have prepared a surprise for you. Go wait by the stairs," she then instructs, pointing towards the large staircase on the opposite end of the room.

Nervous, you nod and walk across the ballroom floor towards the large staircase.

"Y/N!" you hear a voice call. Looking to your right, you spot a blonde-haired boy, dressed in armor and a red cape.

He walks up to you with a wide smile. "You are Y/N, aren't you?" he asks, his blue eyes wide with excitement.

"Y-yes, I am," you nod. "Are you Thor? I've heard much about you from my father."

"Hmm," he replies proudly while putting his hands on his hips and straightening his back to appear taller than you. "That's me! Prince Thor!"

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," you smile kindly. "I hope we'll be good friends," you tell him as he holds out his arm for you to take.

"I'm sure we will be," he nods, grinning wider as you accept his hand. "Want to see a neat trick? I can pick up that whole statue over there!"

"Oh really?" you smirk, unconvinced. "Prove it."

"Watch this!" he then beams as takes you by the hand and leads you across the room. You gasp, your heart skipping a beat as he grips you tightly and drags you along.

"Thor! Y/N!"

Looking up, the two of you stop and turn to see the queen standing next to a smaller, dark-haired boy. He's dressed in green and black, and unlike Thor, the other boy's hair is slicked back.

"Y/N, this is Prince Loki. My brother," Thor explains as he releases your hand. "Loki, this is Princess Y/N."

You offer the prince a kind smile. "Hello, Your Highness."

"Greetings," Loki nods his head, keeping his eyes glued to yours. He then grips onto his mother's dress and hides his face. Loki rolls his eyes.

"So anyway, I was going to show you my trick. Are you ready to see it?"

"As I'll ever be," you chuckle.

Thor then sucks in a deep breath before approaching the statue. "This one's going to be great," he tells you as he reaches out for the statue. His fingers wrap around the base and, as if lifting something made of simply nothing, he lifts the statue high into the air.

You gasp as he tosses it from hand to hand, the weight seemingly having no effect on him.

"Okay, enough of that," the queen then shakes her head. "Place it back before you accidentally drop it."

"Yes mother," he agrees before placing the statue back in its place.

"Well done," you applaud him as he walks back towards you. "I'm quite impressed. I didn't think you'd actually be able to do it."

Thor's face lights up when he hears those words. "Thank you," he grins. "I think my brother wanted to show you something, too, but I don't think it'll be as impressive as mine."

You turn to look at the dark-haired boy. His face is bright red as he pulls away from his mother. She then pushes him toward you slightly where he freezes completely still.

"Was there... something you wanted to show me, Prince Loki?" you ask curiously.

"I, uh," he mutters, looking from Thor to you. Without saying more, he pushes up the sleeves of his suit. Then, with a flick of the rest, reveals a white rose out of thin air. "They're said to symbolize loyalty so I thought... well, it's nice to meet you."

With a soft smile, you accept the flower from him. "Thank you, Loki," you hum. "This is lovely."

He offers a shy smile in return.

It takes Loki a little while, but by the end of the night, the three of you are all playing like old friends. "You know, Princess Y/N, we have another brother, too," Thor randomly brings up in the middle of a conversation.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, his name is Balder," Loki adds.

"Where is he, then?"

"He's not allowed to attend the party tonight. Apparently, he kissed his nanny the other day," Thor informs you. "That's why it's just us here."

"Oh my," you chuckle.

"Thor! Loki!" the king's voice calls out to the three of you. Looking up, the three of you spot him waving in your direction. "It's time to say goodnight to Princess Y/N and her family. Come on."

"Coming father!" Thor nods as the three of you rush to the front of the ballroom.

Once your hand is back in your father's, you glance at your two new friends. Which one of them will become your husband? you wonder. Most likely, whichever is the oldest. Perhaps it will even be the one who kissed his nanny. But your parents did seem pretty sure that you'd be meeting your husband tonight... which just leaves the two.

When you glance between the two boys, you realize there's one you secretly hope it will be.

***

After that night, your family has taken multiple trips to Asgard and attended dozens of lavish parties. Each time, you are able to spend time with both princes and the two of them become very important people in your life.

"Y/N, dear," your mother's voice hums as she approaches you in the garden. "Your eighteenth is in two weeks. The King and Queen have decided that on that day, they will decide which of the three princes will be the one to marry you."

"Really?" you ask nervously.

"Yes," she says as she sits down beside you. "Now, I know you are excited to go there tonight but remember, your father and I expect great things from you. You're a princess of Astoria. Do not forget that."

"Of course, mother," you agree.

"And the prince who marries you will bring us glory and honor, do you understand? So, when we get there tonight, I want you to behave. No horseplay. No silly games. We're here to make a good impression and find the prince who will marry you. Is that understood?"

"It is," you nod.

When the three of you arrive, you do your best to hold back from running to the two princes when you spot them in the ballroom. You can tell they're acting different this time, too. Neither of them smiles as they approach with their parents and Balder.

"Y/N," Thor greets as he reaches for your hand. He places a kiss on the top of your hand, earning a small scowl from his younger brother. You wonder if this is the way they'll be all night.

"Prince Thor, Loki," you nod politely.

"We're glad to have you," Queen Frigga hums as the three princes begin to walk away. However, your mother grabs you by the hand, ensuring that you don't walk away this time.

You spend the night talking to various members of the royal family, excluding the three brothers. Your mother makes sure to keep you away, knowing that you'll run off and never be seen again. However, towards the end, once she's had a few too many drinks, she loosens her grip and lets you slip through her fingers.

You rush outside first, determined to get a fresh breath of air. You've felt nothing but suffocating the whole night and you'd do anything to get away from it all.

"Y/N," you hear Loki's voice hum.

"Loki," you gasp as you turn to face him. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"I just needed some air."

"Ah, so did I," he agrees. "But also, I had hoped to talk to you. I saw you've been wrapped up in conversation with my parents all evening."

"Yeah well, I-"

"I get it," he nods as he approaches the balcony near where you stand. He then remains quiet as he looks out at the stars. You smile and do the same, leaning in towards him as you relax in the comforting quiet of the moment.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" you ask after a few minutes.

"Nothing. Just didn't want to miss our time together," he sighs as he looks out into the darkness.

"Yeah, well, we probably don't have long. I'm supposed to be inside still, and I doubt my parents will let me out of their sight again. I'm sure they'll have the guards looking for me any second," you giggle.

"Is that so?" he hums, turning to face you. "My, you are so popular, aren't you?"

"Suppose the birthday girl deserves that, don't you think?" you grin.

"Of course," he replies, gazing into your eyes. You hate how he does that. It's like he's able to see right into your soul, feel what you feel without you ever saying a word.

"Y/N."

"Mmhmm," you hum, looking away as he leans in towards you.

"Are you looking forward to it?" he whispers as he tucks your hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to linger on your cheek.

"For what?" you ask, half stunned by his bold move. He's never acted like this before.

"You know," he hums, moving in closer, "for your birthday."

"I'm not sure," you shake your head. "I suppose I'm ready for whatever happens."

"Are you?" he asks, his face inches from yours.

You look away, unsure if you're able to handle him this close to you. "I am."

"Even if it were to be me?" he continues, and you are pretty sure your heart has stopped

"I think," you gulp, trying not to sound nervous, "that I wouldn't mind if it were you."

"Oh," he replies, still getting ever so slowly closer. "And if it isn't me?"

"Then, I'll have a husband," you answer, finally turning your gaze back onto his. "I suppose that is a good thing. Isn't it?"

"I suppose," he hums as his eyes flutter shut. Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours, causing you to pull back immediately.

"What was that?" you gasp, holding your hands over your mouth.

"A kiss," he answers, reaching out for your hand. "Was that your first?"

"No, I mean... Well yes, but- Loki, you can't just..." you mumble, unable to find the words.

"Do you not want to?" he asks, taking a step back.

"I... I didn't say that," you answer, your cheeks burning hot.

"You didn't have to," he chuckles as he moves back towards you.

You reach out, placing a hand on his chest as he comes near. "We shouldn't," you whisper.

"But isn't that what makes it fun," he smirks.

He's definitely not wrong. All you want is to kiss him again. You allow your eyes to flutter close, giving in to the temptation as he places his lips back on yours. This time, you kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.

"Y/N, is that you?" Thor's voice then calls.

The two of you pull away immediately, both out of breath and wide-eyed. Thor steps closer and your heart races. He looks between the two of you and raises a brow.

"Were you two-"

"Nothing," Loki blurts out.

"If our parents found out, they'd kill you, Loki. Actually, probably both of you," Thor warns.

"So, what do we do?" Loki asks.

Thor turns to look at you. "Nothing," he huffs. "It never happened." He then grabs you by the arm and begins to guide you back into the ballroom. "Your parents are looking for you. Time to go inside."

You look backward at Loki as Thor pulls you away. The hurt in his eyes hurts you. You've hope to god you never have to see that look again.

***

Two weeks later, on your birthday, your parents throw the most lavish party you've ever seen. They've invited thousands of people from all across the nine realms. Everyone, it seems, wants to meet the soon-to-be betrothed princess.

"Have you told her yet?" Loki asks as Thor approaches.

"Not yet. It's a surprise, isn't it?"

"But you're telling her tonight, right?" Loki whispers.

"Let me deal with it, you ass. You've already done enough to help out," Thor scoffs. "Besides, I think I can figure out how to propose to a princess after twelve years of being told how to do it."

"Well, excuse me," Loki huffs as Thor walks away.

"Y/N," Thor greets when he spots you standing by the cake, helping the staff turn it at just the right angle. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Thor!" you smile when you see him at your side. He snakes his arm around your waist and kisses you on the cheek. And as he does, you can see Loki watching the pair of you from a distance away.

"How have you been?" he asks.

"Good. My mother is quite nervous about the big reveal tonight. She's been rushing me all morning, and then when I wasn't dressed fast enough, she nearly threw a vase at my head," you chuckle.

"Wow, and your father? I bet he's excited," he adds, trying to distract from the subject as he leads you towards the center of the room.

"Yes, but I know he's worried too. I'm surprised that neither of them is hovering over me right now," you explain as you look around the room and spot them approaching Loki. Perhaps it will be him after all.

"Well, before all that happens, there's something I wanted to give you," Thor hums, stealing your attention once more.

"What is it?" you ask, looking around.

Before you can take in what's happening, he bends down on one knee, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, velvet box. Opening it, he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw drops, unable to believe what you're seeing. Part of you wishes you could back away into a hole and not come back out, but at the same time, you know it would break Thor's heart.

"Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Y-Yes," you hesitate for only a moment before accepting. With a smile, he slides the ring onto your left ring finger and pulls you into a tight hug. You can't help but smile in the moment, knowing how proud both of your parents will be. But once he pulls back, and your two families come over to congratulate you, tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Locking eyes with Loki is different- and always will be- and now, you're not sure if you'll ever be able to face him again.

The party carries on and the announcement is made. The cheers are thunderous as Thor is officially declared your betrothed.

"I can't believe it," Loki sighs as he stands beside you. He's been watching Thor the entire night. You know he's been dying to speak to you, but hasn't had the chance until the rest of the room is drunk enough to not notice what either of you is doing.

"Can't believe what?" you hum, looking away.

"Part of me thought he wouldn't do it. Not after the other week..." he whispers, voice trailing off into nothing.

"What do you mean?" you then ask, finally glancing at him. "Did you know? Did you both know?"

"We did," he admits, staring out into the crowd. His eyes are filled with hurt, just like they had been the last time you saw him. "We've always known. We weren't supposed to tell you."

"Then why?" you frown, tears swelling up in your eyes. "Why did you-"

"Because, it was the only way I could have you."

"But, we can't-"

"I know. Believe me, I know," he grumbles, looking in the opposite direction of you now. "I'm sorry, Princess, I shouldn't have done it."

"No, I-"

"Happy birthday, Princess," he hums before walking away.

The tears begin to roll down your cheeks, and as you wipe them away, you realize you wish things could've gone differently. You wish Loki was the one you were betrothed to.

Suddenly, a pair of large arms wrap around you from behind and spin you around. You gasp as you hear Thor's laugh from behind you.

"You did so well," he grins. "You've made them so happy. You're going to make the perfect queen."

You bite your lip, hoping not to cry again. And as he puts you down and spins you to face him, he notices the tears in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" he frowns.

"Nothing," you shake your head. "Everything is fine."

"You're crying," he points out.

"I'm just really happy," you lie, managing a smile.

"Okay," he smiles in return, not wanting to push the issue. "Come on, dance with me," he hums, pulling you towards the center of the room.

"Thor," you giggle, trying not to trip over yourself as he drags you along. "I don't dance, you know that."

"Just follow my lead," he insists. "Like always."

The two of you dance until you're completely worn out. By the end of the night, you can't keep your eyes open, and neither can he. Leaning on him for support, you don't realize how close he is to you until his lips meet yours in a surprising kiss. You pull back immediately.

"Thor," you whisper.

"Right," he clears his throat. "I should, uh, probably get you back to your parents. Wouldn't want them to start a war."

"Yes, of course," you agree.

He offers a hand, which you take, and then leads you across the ballroom and back to where your parents are. You spend the rest of that night in a trance-like state. Time passes so quickly, that you can't believe the party is finally over. In the blink of an eye, you're back in your bed, looking up at the dark ceiling and thinking of what could've been.

***

The next time you visit Asgard, two different princes meet you than the ones you grew up knowing. The first greets you with a kiss on your cheek, rather than your hand, and wraps his arm around your waist. The second, who's dressed in gold and black, is not anywhere to be seen.

"Where's Loki?" you whisper to Thor as the two of you walk inside the castle together.

He sighs, shaking his head as he tries to find an appropriate way to explain what his brother has been up to for the past month. "Well, he, uh, is with another woman. You'll see him later," he explains as he turns to face you.

"Another woman?" you question, stopping in your tracks to glare at him.

"Y/N, it's not any of your concern," he insists. "Besides, it's not really serious. Don't worry about it."

"You expect me not to worry about the brother of the prince I am going to marry running around with a bunch of whores?"

"Y/N," he whispers sharply. "People are watching. You'll be careful to mind your tongue. Is that understood?"

"You're such an ass," you snap before walking away.

He follows closely behind you as you try and escape his presence. He catches up easily and wraps a hand around your wrist. "Don't rush off like that," he tells you, nearly sweeping you off your feet. Damn him and his annoying charm

"What do you want from me?" you huff, not bothering to stop him from pulling you close.

"Only a kiss from my betrothed, is that so bad?" he smirks.

You roll your eyes, trying your hardest not to get caught up in his charisma. "Fine, just one," you agree.

He cups your cheeks and leans in to press his lips to yours. As he does, your mind wanders to his younger brother and how soft his lips had been. Except Thor is much rougher. Instead of feeling butterflies, you feel your back pushed up against the nearby marble column. And instead of feeling the warmth of his body, the cold marble causes your spine to ache.

"Oh, god, are you fucking kidding?" Loki's voice interrupts the moment suddenly.

Thor pulls back just enough to turn his head where he sees his brother drunkenly stumbling towards you both. But instead of rushing to his side, he kisses you one last time.

"Brother," he grins, letting go of you.

"Don't bother me," Loki growls.

"What are you so upset about?" Thor asks. "I was only kissing my future wife. Did your whore not love you enough last night? Is that why you're so pissy?"

"Fuck you," Loki huffs.

"Fuck me? Brother, you've got it backwards, haven't you?"

"Don't be a dick," you sigh, addressing both of them. "Let's just go back inside."

"Mmm, no thanks," Loki shakes his head. "I have a better idea."

"Loki," Thor warns.

"Shut up, Thor," Loki rolls his eyes. "You can go back inside and kiss the hell out of your future wife. But I'm going to grab a bottle of wine and have some real fun. Want to come, darling?" he asks, offering a hand out to you.

You glance from Thor to Loki. Part of you wants to go with Loki. To make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. But you know better than to cause a scene. If your parents found out...

"Maybe another time," you sigh.

"Fine, then have fun. I'm sure Thor will give you plenty," Loki snaps before walking away.

"That piece of-" he begins before you cut him off.

"Don't," you say.

"Don't what?" he snaps.

"Say whatever horrible thing you were going to say about your brother. You two used to be best friends. All of us were. You shouldn't talk about him that way. And besides, I'd much rather you come inside and get your parents' attention off of me for a little while," you add.

He sighs. "Fine. Whatever you want," he huffs, reaching down to take your hand. "Let's go then."

***

LOKI'S P.O.V.

Even after three months from when Thor proposed to Y/N, I haven't been able to get the damn scene out of my head. She looked so happy. As if she did truly want it to be him instead of me. But what makes me even sicker is the thought of our kiss. How it'll never happen again. And how no matter how hard I try to find it elsewhere, I know nothing will be able to compare to her.

The thoughts are haunting. There isn't a moment I'm able to completely clear my head. Not while I'm with other women. Not while I'm by myself. No matter what I do, I can't forget. And the worst part is that I'm not sure I want to.

"You've been awfully quiet," the woman kneeling before me whispers as she trails her hands up my leg. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," I lie as I place my hand in her dark hair. "Don't stop."

I close my eyes, doing my best not to think about the beautiful princess on her knees before me. But I fail miserably. She's all I can think about. I imagine the softness of her lips, the gentle touch of her hands, the sweetness of her voice, the warmth of her skin...

I gasp, opening my eyes as the woman pulls back, releasing me from her mouth.

"Did you-"

"Yes, sorry," I sigh, tucking myself back into my pants and pulling the zipper up.

"No need to apologize, my prince," she smiles quite proud of herself. "Would you like to stay here for the night?"

"Not tonight," I reply, shaking my head.

"You're so tense," she then says, climbing onto the couch beside me. "You need a release. A second release."

She's here right now. In the palace with my brother and my parents. I've always hated going to those damn parties every week since that night. I can't stand seeing the two of them together. And the worst part is that every week, she looks more and more like his princess. It's as if she was made to be his.

"I'll be fine," I insist, standing from the couch. "But if you'd like, you could accompany me to the palace."

"M-me, my prince?" she questions, her eyes going wide.

"Of course," I nod. "Why not?"

"A-Alright, then. Let's go," she agrees immediately, gathering her clothes.

By the time the two of us reach the palace, we're both drunk out of our minds. I hardly recall anything that has led up to this moment tonight, but to be perfectly honest, that's better than remembering it all.

"My prince," she hums as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Yes?" I hum, leaning in.

"Do you love me?"

I frown as I think back to the way I had last seen Y/N in this hallway. My brother had her pinned up against one of the columns, his hands in places they didn't belong.

"Do I love you?" I question, not answering her question. "Do you want to know something?"

"Mmhmm," she hums as she presses herself closer to me.

Without another word, I push her body up against that same column where Y/N had been with Thor. My lips crash into hers, my hands cupping her cheeks, and I allow myself to get lost in her. She tastes sweet, her body warm, and her curves are soft beneath my hands. I reach down to her thigh, pushing up her skirt before lifting her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist, her back pressed up against the cold marble.

"You're so warm," she hums, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "So much warmer than him."

I bite down on her lip, causing her to yelp in response.

"You shouldn't say his name when you're with me," I warn.

"Mmm, then punish me, my prince," she purrs.

I know Y/N isn't here with me now, but gods do I wish it was her. I'd have to keep her quiet, making sure Thor wouldn't hear us. She'd be so good for me. She'd listen. She'd obey. And her body... gods her body.

"Take me to your room," she pleads, drawing my attention back to her.

"What?" I reply, suddenly being brought back to reality. However, before she can say more, the door bursts open and we both look up to see Thor storming down the hall.

"Loki, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts.

I release her immediately and the girl falls to the ground, struggling to fix her dress. Behind him I see Y/N, dressed in the most beautiful golden dress. She always did look beautiful in that color. A true princess. A true princess who is staring at me with a look of shock and confusion.

"Brother," I smirk.

"Y/N," he then growls as he glances back at her. "Go back inside."

"Umm," the woman I was just with gulps as she looks between my brother and me.

"Leave us," I then order her.

"O-of course, my prince," she nods as she quickly scurries past us and back the way we came.

"Loki," Thor repeats, his voice low and threatening. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Enjoying the party," I smirk, unable to wipe the stupid grin from my face.

"You're drunk. We have guests. Why would you do that here?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Go up to bed. And don't let Y/N catch you looking this way again. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," I wink as I push past him and head for the stairs. But, as I turn the corner, I spot Y/N's worried concern and it makes my heart stop.

"Is he alright?" she asks Thor as he approaches her.

"Of course, he's just drunk. Nothing new," Thor lies.

"Okay," she whispers softly, taking his hand. "Let's head back."

"Good idea."

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pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Sierra (original character)

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It was midnight. Sierra sucked in a deep breath and pulled the large hood of her cloak farther onto her head as she made her way through town to the edge of the woods. Once she made it there, there was no need to hide anymore. She could walk freely to their clearing, without fear of being seen and questioned. Living in a smaller area of Asgard, meant that everyone in her village knew everything about everyone, and a girl sneaking out of her house to go into the woods this late was certainly a cause for scandal.

They had met during a party at the palace. Sierra's father provided the baked goods, and had gained good favour with King Odin, meaning her father and herself had been invited to stay around for the festivities. And she remembered it like it was yesterday.

✨✨

Sierra had slipped out of the ballroom to get some air in the gardens and be away from the chaos, and that's when she met him.

"Not one for parties?" Came a voice from behind her. She spun around and audibly gasped.

Sierra quickly curtsied, "Prince Loki! I apologize... I wasn't aware you were out here. I'll leave you be." She stuttered.

"Nonsense. I'm sure the gardens are big enough for the two of us." He smirked and stood to his feet. "I've not seen you around here before, nor have you introduced yourself."

"I... I'm so sorry, your highness. My name is Sierra, I'm the baker's daughter. Your father... I mean, King Odin invited us to stay for the festivities, but it got quite overwhelming, so I tried to get some fresh air and have now disturbed your time... and now I'm rambling." Her voice trailed off.

Loki chuckled, "Do you fear me, Sierra?"

"What? No! Of course not, I just... I've never spoken to a prince before... I really don't know what's proper here or how to act. It's nerves... not fear, I assure you." She finally let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. "Are you not one for parties either?"

"Not particularly..." He seemed to be studying her, "I'm not overly fond of most people inside those walls." He smiled, "You don't seem like most people inside there however... You I like."

After that, Sierra relaxed a little and their conversation flowed like nothing. The two of them discovered they had a lot in common and after that night, they just couldn't stay away. Loki would come to the kitchens to inspect the bakery deliveries, and they would quietly agree on a meeting place.

✨✨

Sneaking through the village had become routine now and a pathway was becoming visible through the woods where she would always walk. The scent of the flowers, and the glow of the fireflies lighting her way to him. This clearing had become their haven where all they had to worry about was each other. Their meetings felt forbidden and exciting, the prince and the baker's daughter. It was straight out of a fairy-tale.

The clearing was illuminated by the bright moonlight dancing off the wildflowers that grew all around, the tall trees creating a dark circle completing the bubble around them. A small smile creeped onto Sierra's face as she pulled the hood of her cloak down and made her way into the center of the clearing. She looked up at the stars and the moon and sucked in a content breath. "We will meet again..." She whispered up to the moon.

"That we do, my sweet" A voice came from behind her as a hand lightly touched her shoulder.

Startled, Sierra spun around, grabbing her dagger from the belt on her dress and instinctively swinging before realizing who it was behind her. Loki grabbed her wrist as it swung close to his neck. He smirked instinctively, "Very impressive my love" He chuckled.

"Loki! Oh my gods, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" She dropped the dagger to the ground and threw her arms around his neck.

He chuckled again, and snaked his arms around her waist, holding her close. "I'm better now" he whispered into Sierra's hair, before pulling back to look at her. "How is it that you get more beautiful every time I see you?"

Sierra blushed and moved her hands down to his chest, "You are such a charmer when I have you all to myself, your highness" She replied smirking up at him, before placing a light kiss on his lips.

It was true. When they saw each other at the palace, Loki was polite to say the least but never gave anything away about the two of them. Generally, he would speak to her father about the pastries, and steal glances at her over his shoulder. But when it was just the two of them, he was sweet and attentive, always making sure she was okay and doing everything he could to make her smile.

Loki lightly ran his fingertips up and down Sierra's arms, as they stood together, his eyes scanning over her face with a small smile on his lips. "I brought you something..." He spoke softly, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. He opened the lid to reveal a ring, a gold snake that wrapped around her finger, with a small emerald nestled in its coils. "It's a promise... I promise you to find a way for us to be together, officially. No more sneaking around... I want all the realms to know that you are mine."

A gasp fell from Sierra's mouth as he slid the ring around her left middle finger, "Loki, it's beautiful..." She whispered, looking back up at him with tears filling her eyes. She placed her hand over Loki's heart, and as she did so, the emerald at the center of the ring began to glow. "What.. What's happening?"

"I've enchanted it.. So, every time I am near, it will glow and remind you that I will always be around for you." He sighed.

Sierra giggled, "I know we only get to see each other every few days, but I know if I needed you, you would be here... Although this reminder does mean a lot to me. It's perfect."

Loki's eyes scanned Sierra's face, looking as though his eyes were welling up with tears, "The thing is, darling... I must leave Asgard for a little while. I'm not sure how long I'll be away but I promise you the moment I return I will come for you. And we will be together, I promise you that. We can get married, have a family, everything we've ever wanted." He grinned and let out a breath.

She watched Loki and listened carefully as he spoke. Something was different about him. He seemed more frantic tonight, but also more passionate, more open with what he was telling her. Instinctively, Sierra's hand went to his cheek and wiped a tear away, keeping eye contact with him. "Where are you going? Let me come with you.. We can run away together, just as we joked about." She breathed a laugh, hoping to lighten the mood.

With a huff, Loki placed his hand gently on her neck, running his thumb gently over her throat and kissing her hard on the forehead, as he breathed in her scent with closed eyes. He replaced his lips with his forehead and moved to hold Sierra as close as he could.

"I will return to you as soon as I can. You have my word. And I will give you the life you deserve.. No one can stop us. You and our life together are all I care about. It is important that you know that, Sierra. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise... please. I am doing what I need to do for us, so that we can be together without the worries of Odin and the palace and the obligations."

"Of course, I know that my love." Sierra moved back to look into his eyes once more, her hand resting gently against his cheek. "Loki, what's going on? You're scaring me... Talk to me, please."

His grip tightened around her as he moved to bury his face in her hair. Something wasn't right and Sierra could feel it. Why did it feel like there was more he wasn't telling her? Her heart began to hammer against her chest and she could feel her palms getting sweaty. He wasn't leaving her. He couldn't.

"Darling, I must go.." He sucked in one last breath of her scent, before moving to press his lips against hers. The kiss was hard and passionate, as if it was the last kiss they were ever going to share.

Before she knew it, he stepped back, and cupped her face in both hands, swiping a tear away from her cheek with his thumb. "I love you, Sierra.. Please never forget that. I will be back for you"

And then he vanished. Sierra stood alone in their clearing, staring at the trees as tears fell to the grass. Their moment together was over as fast as it had begun. The emerald in her ring fading back to the dull green as Loki's presence escaped it. She stood there confused and angry, unsure of what exactly she was waiting for. Maybe she was waiting for him to come back, as if it had been one elaborate trick. Loki loved those. Usually with others but maybe this one was on her.

After a couple hours of sitting in the wet grass, Sierra made her way home and climbed into bed. Explaining to her father that she wasn't feeling well was more difficult than she thought. She knew she couldn't tell him what had happened, or about them at all. So on life went..

Days turned to weeks and on she went. Bringing pastries to the palace, in hopes of catching a glimpse of him, but he was nowhere. Taking nightly walks and waiting in the clearing for a few hours before returning home. This had become her new routine, for a little while anyway.

A few months later, Sierra had brought the pastries as she normally would, but there was an unusual buzz about the kitchens. She only overheard slight murmurs but once she heard that name. His name. Her breath caught in her throat, almost dropping the tray in her hand. Swallowing thickly, she excused herself and walked quickly down the stone hallways towards the throne room, the glow of her ring increasing as she moved through the palace.

As she rounded the last corner, the doors burst open with four guards surrounding Loki as he walked in chains. Sierra's eyes grew wide, but she tried to hide it as she stepped against the wall and put her head down. When they passed her, she glanced up just in time to catch Loki staring right at her, his perfect smirk plastered on his lips as he shot her a wink.

Sierra’s breath quickened, bracing herself against the cool stone wall, trying to wrap her head around what she saw. There was nothing he could have done to warrant his father arresting him. He couldn’t. But at least he was back. He was in Asgard. Everything else they could figure out together.

Swallowing thickly and composing herself just enough to not draw attention, she left the palace and returned home. Her day continued as normal, but she couldn’t get the image of Loki in chains out of her head. Before he disappeared, he said he was doing this for them. But maybe something had gone wrong? That couldn’t be, he looked too pleased with himself.

Finally, Sierra let out a deep sigh as she plopped herself onto the chair next to her fireplace. “What are you up to, Loki…” She whispered into the flames, as she ran her hand through her long dark hair.

As if by fate, a small envelope came sliding under her door. Furrowing her brow, Sierra went and picked the letter off the floor. It bore no seal and wasn’t addressed to her or her father. It was blank. As she examined the envelope, the small emerald on her finger, flickered. Her breath caught in her throat as she quietly swung open the door and looked frantically down the streets.

In a hurry, she tore the paper open and took out the note, a small smile finding it’s way to her pink lips as she looked at the words.

“I promise, didn’t I? See you soon, my love”

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Chapter 2 | Sneaking Around The Palace

"I'm bored!"

Medea deadpanned, "It's been ten minutes."

With the Warriors Three and Sif still looking for her, they both were confined to their little alcove for the time being. Much to her chagrin, because sometimes Loki was just a big baby.

"Entertain me." He playfully demanded.

She rolled her eyes, "What am I? The court jester?"

Loki grinned, "If I were to base it on looks alone~"

She picked up a rock and threw a rock at him, "Ow!"

Medea rolled her eyes; she had her work cut out for her, that's for sure.

"Entertain yourself." Loki huffed.

Picking up a stick, she began drawing little images in the dirt. It was a mixture of random things, there was the tree of Yggdrasil, a flower, a smiley face.

Currently though, she was drawing a caricature of Loki's face. Distorting his facial features was the most amusing thing. She began laughing at how ridiculously large she drew his forehead.

Loki, being the little imp he is, waltzed over to see what had gotten her so giddy and was disgusted by what he saw.

"What on Asgard is that?"

She turned to face him, "What does it look like, Lokes?"

He scrunched his nose up, "It looks like some sort of demon creature from Helheim."

Silently giggling she revealed what the image actually was.

He gaped, "I do not look like that!"

She giggled, "But you do, my Prince."

He pouted, "You're a terrible friend."

She playfully gasped, "I'm the best friend anyone could possibly have in the nine."

"I'm bored!"

Medea had about had it with Loki at this point. In the whole two hours they had been stuck in this alcove, he had said that one statement 137 times...and she wasn't exaggerating.

"If you say that sentence one more time, so help me Frigga, you won't have the epithet silver tongue anymore."

He mischievously grinned, "I'd like to see you try, Darling."

With that, she jumped up and ran at him. Loki blanched, quickly realising what he had started, and began to run away.

So, the chase began.

Loki laughed, "You'll never catch me with those little legs, Love."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Her sudden appearance in front of him made him yelp.

Catching his breath, "I should've never taught you how to teleport."

She smiled gleefully, "No, you shouldn't have."

And with that, she proceeded to tackle the God, earning a victorious groan.

"Was that necessary?"

Medea chortled, "Of course it was."

Sitting on his chest she looked at the garden walls surrounding them.

"But I suppose if you are as bored as you claim, we could sneak around the palace."

He smiled, "That sounds amazing, Darling."

Sneaking into the palace was no feat for the both of them, as they knew the place like the backs of their hands.

What was tricky, though, was figuring out where the blasted Warriors Three and Sif wouldn't be.

"I don't think they'd be in the library. I don't even know if they know how to read."

Loki rolled his eyes, "So, they wouldn't be looking for you at the one place that you frequent daily?"

She shrugged, "I don't know if they're smart enough to put two and two together."

Loki laughed, "Sadly, I think that the library is off limits for today. Where else could we go?"

She smiled, "What if we go where they aren't expecting us to go?"

"I like the way you think, Darling."

Seated in what she had dubbed the Moron's Lair, both Medea and Loki were sipping on some of the finest mead known in all of Asgard.

"...and then, I stabbed him again!" Both gods laughed. Reminiscing on the tales of old was always a favourite for them both.

"Sometimes I feel bad for Thor, having to live with you as a sibling."

Loki holds back a fake gasp of offence, "I am angelic."

Rolling her eyes she lets out a little giggle, "The day you become angelic is the day Surtur causes Ragnarok."

"How dare you-"

His argument was cut off by a woman's--sounding eerily similar to Volstagg--screaming, "Where could she possibly be?"

Fandral sighed, "I'm inclined to give up. Being a female doesn't seem so bad."

Sif growled, "Speak for yourselves, I do not wish to be in this male form any longer."

Holding back their laughter, the mischievous gods decided to show themselves.

"I didn't know I was that hard to find."

Her unexpected dialogue caused the warriors to jump. Medea smiled, startling the four of them never gets old.

"You! You mischievous wench!" Fandral exclaimed.

Medea pouted, "Oh, your words hurt me so, Fandral."

Hogun stepped in before Fandral could continue to ruin their chances. "We don't have to fight; just change us back to our original forms."

"Let me think about it" About ten seconds were taken to think it over, "Yeah, I don't think so."

Just as the warriors began to charge, Loki took Medea's hand and teleported them both.

...and ending up at the bakery wasn't a surprise.

"How make cakes do you think we can steal before Yrva notices this time?"

You giggled, "The record is 23, right?"

Loki nodded his head. "Then this time I say 24!"

And with that, the trickster gods quietly entered the bakery. Tiptoeing because their lives very well may depend on it if they get caught, they carefully lowered themselves to the floor behind the counter.

A variety of weird hand gestures were made signalling some sort of plan, whether it would work or not was yet to be seen. Yrva was quickly getting used to the sneaking and stealing that occurred in her bakery, so they had to be stealthy.

Subtly raising her hand up, Medea managed to grab a singular red velvet cupcake.

"Yes!" She whisper-yelled.

She stuck her tongue out at Loki, "I got the red velvet one!"

Loki rolled his eyes and reached up to grab a cake, "You got the red velvet, but I got-"

He stopped talking when something grabbed his hand.

Both their eyes widened when they heard a voice, "By all means, your highness, which cake did you get?"

The two gods had never left the bakery as quickly as they did.

Yrva smiled and rolled her eyes, "Troublemakers."

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For all time. Always. (I will love you.)

(For reference, in one timeline I have for this AU Loki does die as in canon and Elsie spends years trying to find a way to go back in time and save him. It’s this attempt to meddle with the timeline that got the TVA involved with Elsie!)

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Love Is A Dagger (Loki/OFC) - Chapter Three

Warnings: ‘Loki’ spoilers

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The pair barrelled into the mining shelter, ground still shaking as Loki closed the door behind them, facing the door as he took a step back, letting out a few panting breaths, heart racing from adrenaline. Loki shook his head slightly, hands coming to rest on his hips, taking a few steps further into the structure.

That's definitely one way to get the blood pumping.

He leaned against the wall, head resting back against the metal, eyes closed as he caught his breath.

—

The woman's own breaths came out quick and heavy, eyes surveying the shelter, seeing if there was anything they could use to charge the TemPad. But of course, there wasn't. At least not anything powerful enough. She let out a sigh, her hands moving to rest on her hips as she glanced over at Loki, seeing him catching his breath.

"Bit out of practice, huh?" She asked breathily, smirking ever so slightly. Loki lowered his gaze from the ceiling, looking over at her. "A little bit rusty?" She prodded, raising a brow as Loki sent a brief glare her way.

"I am not 'rusty'." Loki rebutted, brows creasing as he straightened himself. "In fact, quite the opposite, thank you very much." He said loftily, raising his chin. The woman let out a scoff, turning away from him, missing the look he sent her way. "So, what now?"

"Now, I find a way to get us out of the mess you got us in." She said with a huff, folding her arms over her chest, before finally looking back at him.

Not much has changed there I suppose.

"If you hadn't have tried to stall me and go on about overthrowing the Time Keepers-"

"Oh, please-" It was Loki's turn to scoff. "You never would've made it to the Time Keepers."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Well, we'll never know because someone derailed my plans-"

"Your plan was mediocre at best-"

"Yeah, well, you'd know all about mediocre plans."

—

Loki blinked at her words, taken aback. He was finding she had quite the skill at catching him off guard with her quips. The pair let out a few heaving breaths from their bickering, eyeing each other before the woman looked away, once more looking round the structure they found themselves sheltering in.

"I don't know who you think you are-" Loki began lowly, tone a mix of irritation and arrogance, but the woman quickly cut him off, holding up a hand.

"I'm going to stop you right there." She paused. "Last thing I need right now is your arrogant bravado, so if you don't mind."

The little...

"Yes, well, unfortunately for you, this arrogant bravado has the TemPad in his possession." Loki replied smoothly, a smug grin pulling at his lips as he shrugged. "Unless you had forgotten." He creased his brows, tone mocking. "So I suggest you play nice."

"Oh, so you know how to recharge the TemPad then?" The woman asked, raising her brows, her own voice taking on a mocking tone.

Damn.

Loki's smug smile dropped, jaw tightening as he glanced down at the floor, realising she was right. He didn't know how to charge the device. Or even how to work it really. Mobius made sure he couldn't get his hands on such a device during his time in the TVA.

"Yeah, exactly." The woman said with a sigh, waving her hand dismissively. "So if anyone should 'play nice'..." She paused, giving a false tight smile. "It's you."

—

God, he makes it so easy to put him in his place.

The woman began to head towards the door, knowing they had little time to find a power source, charge the TemPad and get off of the doomed moon before disaster struck. And she most definitely didn't fancy being blown to bits, especially not when she had her plan to try and salvage.

"Where are you going?" Loki asked, brows furrowed.

"For a pleasant stroll." She quipped back sarcastically, stopping by the door. "Where do you think I'm going? To try and find something powerful enough to charge the TemPad." She rolled her eyes, reopening the door as she briskly stepped back outside, the meteor shower having calmed.

"Right." Loki muttered under his breath before scrambling after her.

—

The duo walked through the rocky terrain, the violet sky giving everything a purple hue, making it look almost pretty. If it wasn't abandoned and on the brink of destruction. The woman strode ahead, moving with purpose as Loki rushed after her a few feet behind.

"So, what's the plan?" Loki called after her, letting out a breath. "Will you slow down!"

"If you haven't noticed, we're kinda in a time sensitive situation." The woman quipped back, not bothering to look at him as he caught up to her. "So, no I won't 'slow down'. Keep up, your highness." She sighed. "And there has to be something nearby that can power the TemPad. A city, a generator, something." She shrugged, eyes scanning their surroundings.

"You seem pretty calm despite the circumstances." Loki commented, eyeing the woman.

"Well, when you've lived years in apocalypses, you learn pretty quickly it's best to keep a calm head." She replied cooly, side glancing at the God. "Panic and you make mistakes."

—

"Ah, mistakes." Loki mused, feigning thought. "Yes, I know them quite well." He smirked, glancing down at the woman, eyes dancing with amusement. She turned to look up at him, rolling her eyes, but the quirk of her lips said she appreciated the lightness. "And if you know me, then you already know that." He was fishing, trying to get more out of the mystery woman from his future.

"Subtle." The woman commented, raising a brow.

"Thank you." Loki nodded, smirking still. "I take pride in my diplomatic nature." The woman huffed out a wry laugh.

"Please, you're as subtle as a bull in a china shop." She said, tone coloured with amusement as Loki frowned.

I'm diplomatic. I can be. When I want to be, they don't call me the God of Lies and Silver-tongue for nothing. What does she know anyway?

"So-" Loki broke the silence once more, both of them still walking at a brisk pace. "Variant, do I at least get to know your name?" The woman pursed her lips, seeming to think about it for a moment, Loki waiting with an arched brow.

"Ruri." She said finally said, looking ahead once more.

So, definitely Midgardian then.

"Ruri." He repeated, testing how it sounded on the tongue, before giving a small nod, looking ahead also.

Delicate yet strong.

His eyes flickered over her, taking in the quiet strength as she walked, despite her smaller stature, she certainly was no mouse. Her attitude towards him was enough proof of that. Daring to speak to a God in such a way. He found he didn't mind it. It was... refreshing. Not that he would admit that, no. Mobius also held him in a similar regard, not putting up with any of his 'crap' as Midgardian's would say.

He took in her appearance, the black leathers she wore, slight padded armouring on her torso, slightly baggy trousers made for movement in battle, clearly.

Quiet strength, indeed.

"Someone from my future..." Loki began to muse quietly to himself, eyes glancing around them. "Someone who has my dagger, speaks to me as if we have some sort of... rapport." He pursed his lips, raising his chin faintly. "Guarded and cautious, yet brash and rather blunt."

"Are you finished?" The woman- Ruri sighed. "Can we focus on the task at hand?" She added, tone holding a note of exasperation.

"I'm just trying to figure out why you won't simply tell me who you are." Loki shrugged, narrowing his eyes, side glancing at her. "It could make this..." Loki paused, trying to find the right word. "Alliance... easier."

—

Alliance. Such a simplification... But I know... For him, that is all this was.

"No, what would make this easier is if you stop asking questions and let me get on." Ruri raised a brow, tilting her head as she regarded him.

"You're rather prickly." Loki commented, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips. "For one so small." He paused. "Or maybe it's because of that fact." His tone held playful teasing, eyes trailing over her, both of their paces slowing slightly as they walked. Loki put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking casually around them.

Ruri shot a glare Loki's way, seeing the amusement in his eyes.

Asshole.

"I have good reason to be 'prickly'." She huffed out, straightening her back subconsciously. "And I'm not that short. You're just freakishly tall." She retorted back, voice sounding like a petulant child almost, only making Loki's smirk widen.

"I think you'll find I'm average height for a God." He mused loftily. "And the word 'freakishly' is a little harsh don't you think?" He glanced down at her, brow raised. "You're lucky I don't offend easily."

That's a lie.

Ruri simply made a 'pfft' sound in disbelief, shaking her head. "Sure you don't." She muttered, leaving Loki once again blinking in surprise at her words. Her eyes stayed ahead, spotting what looked like a settlement in the distance. "There." She nodded towards it, once more quickening her steps. "Let's go see if there's anything we can use for the TemPad, or find someone who would know where to look."

Back to business.

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