#Loki's Silent Sentry

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ( Part 6 in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor being an absolute ass, Odin being a terrible father

A/N: I did some googling quickly for military terms and ranks (since I have no previous knowledge of them) as well as some basic information about the royal guards in England. I took some of what I found interesting and then made up most of the rest to fit what I needed for my story so there will be some similarities. Also... I haven't written anything in like a year (maybe longer) so be nice please 💚💚

You stand at constant attention in silence outside of Prince Loki's private office. You listen to the birds singing through the open window across the hall from where you are posted and wonder how long you could go without making a sound. You have been trained by the Royal Army for years to remain silent, vigilant, always listening and watching your surroundings for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary. You are always on guard, ready to protect Prince Loki should the need arise. Not that someone with his fighting skills or magic would need protection from a simple soldier like you. You were assigned this post purely because it was customary for each member of the royal family to have a sentry, whether they actually need one or not.

Your attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching from your left. You are unable to determine how many people are coming but judging by their pace and heavy boots, they are most likely all soldiers. Commandant Thorn, the soldier in charge of your company, makes his way down the hall at a steady pace. He is followed by your captain, Captain Skye who is holding a leather bound book containing the names of all the sentries and their current posts. Trailing the two older men, are four low ranking soldiers you can't remember the names of.

The group of soldiers comes to a stop in front of you and your fellow guard and you both salute your commanding officers. "Lieutenant Y/L/N," Captain Skye says, opening his book for a moment. He closes it and looks up at you, "Prince Loki will of course be attending the Winter Solstice Ball. You will be required to escort him to the ballroom and remain on guard there until he dismisses you for the evening."

You nod in response, carefully hiding the heavy emotions you have surrounding the upcoming ball. The soldiers move on and you are left alone with the other guard again. She says nothing to you and even if you were allowed to speak, you know Sergeant Sands wouldn't talk to you. She is not your friend, none of the members of the Royal Guard are your friends. It wasn't always this way though, it is only since you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant that the guards you work with began to distance themselves from you.

You had been assigned to Prince Loki for three months when you were promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. Your fellow soldiers immediately assumed the young prince had a hand in it as he did little to hide how he favored you over the other guards who were previously assigned to him. The rumors about you spending the night in Loki's chamber instead of guarding it flowed through the palace soon after. You adamantly denied these rumors and any favoritism from the prince but it was a wasted effort. It also happened that the rumors were true to a point.

The door to Loki's office opens and you stand at attention as the court accountant exits, holding several rolls of paper and mumbling to himself. Sargeant Sands follows him without any orders needed, she is his sentry and will go where he goes. As she walks past by, she glances at you with what can only be described as a look of disgust. You look down at your boots, fully aware of what she is thinking.

You wait quietly for Loki to open the door again but you know him, he will want to read through all of his notes from today before he finalizes his meeting schedule for tomorrow. You have roughly half an hour until he will be done, half an hour to stand here and think about the dreaded Winter Solstice Ball.

Another half an hour later, as expected, Loki opens the door and walks out. Waving his hand towards the door, he uses his magic to seal the room. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back at him for the first time today. This was your favorite part, the part where the sun goes down and Loki frees you from your constant silence.

He touches your cheek softly and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back but pull away quickly as you hear footsteps approaching. You step away from Loki and stand at attention as Prince Thor comes around a corner. You keep your eyes straight ahead but you can feel Loki stiffening next to you, he and his brother get along much better when they are at court than they do in private.

The brothers greet each other politely and you silently wish the older prince would simply continue on his way but it doesn't seem likely. Your attention shifts to the window across the hall from you again, you can just barely glimpse the sunset over the tall evergreen trees in the distance. You know Loki will tell you if he and Thor discuss anything interesting so there is no need for you to listen to their conversation. The two of them continue for several long minutes before you realize Thor has said something to you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N?" Thor says and you shake your head as you shift your focus.

"I'm sorry your highness, I was unaware you were speaking to me," you apologize. He had never spoken to you before and you were unsure why he would start now. Loki folds his arms across his chest and you feel uneasy at how annoyed he seems.

Thor laughs which does nothing to make you feel better. "I was wondering what it was about you that made you my brother's favorite," he says. "You must truly be special, a sentry's post typically only lasts three months, perhaps six at the most. You have been with Loki for how long now?"

You think for a moment before replying. You had been assigned to Loki for only a month before he first spoke to you and you had quickly become close friends. Three months after becoming friends with the prince, you slowly became more until you were completely in love with him.

"Fourteen months," you answer him in as few words as possible.

Thor looks at his younger brother with a smirk, "Fourteen?" Loki remains silent and you can tell his older brother is not even close to letting you leave soon. He turns his attention to you again, "So is it true then?"

"Is what true your highness?" you ask quietly.

"That you follow my brother's orders when you are wearing your armor and when you are not?" he laughs and his sentry smiles then looks towards the ground. "I could use a sentry like that, I grow tired of being followed by these shadows."

Loki's fist clenches but he answers Thor calmly. "Maybe if you learned your sentries name and weren't so insufferable to be around, they would remain at your service for longer than a month at a time," Loki says. "And you are the last person I would expect to listen to palace rumors. According to the most recent ones I've heard, you've slept with nearly half of the kitchen staff this month alone."

Thor smiles, proud of himself. You and Loki realize the stories you had overheard were true, if not understated. He explains, "That is why I assume the rumors of you and your little pet are true as well."

You find yourself in that brief moment wishing Loki would confirm everyone's suspensions. Not necessarily that you were sleeping together, that you were in love and wanted to be together. You know wishing for this is as useful as wishing it would rain gold. Once again you remind yourself that this is the way it will always be, until he marries a woman of high status and you are forgotten.

Instead of responding, Loki turns from his brother and walks down the hall towards the stairwell that leads to the royal family's chambers. You follow him silently, staying a few steps behind as always.

"Come now brother, I was merely joking," Thor calls from behind you but neither of you stop walking.

The two of you continue on in silence until you reach the top of the stairs and Loki's pace slows so he is walking next to you. His hand finds yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. As soon as you feel his touch, you begin to relax.

"I'm sorry about my brother," he says quietly.

"His behavior isn't your fault," you reply. "And he is far from the first person to corner me about our relationship. I am used to denying the truth."

He stops, causing you to turn back towards him, your hand still holding his. He then takes a few small steps, closing the distance between you. Loki touches your cheek gently with his other hand. "I'm sorry Y/N," he tells you again. "I wish we didn't have to hide but you know there are some rules even I cannot break so openly. Maybe I should have hid my favoritism towards you better but I couldn't bear to have you reassigned. You mean too much to me."

You smile, "So I am your favorite sentry?"

He lets out a laugh, "You are my favorite person in the nine realms." You giggle at his answer and his fingers trail down your cheek until his thumb gently runs across your lips. He leans down to kiss you but just as his lips touch yours, you feel your heart jumps in your chest.

You hear several sets of footsteps and separate yourself from Loki in an instant. He looks down the hall as his mother, two of her maids and one guard come into view. She smiles brightly at both of you as she comes closer and you bow to the queen in respect. You find it hard to miss the side eye from her sentry or the whispers shared between her maids. Loki gives his mother a hug and wishes her a goodnight. She tells him to have a goodnight as well and continues on her way.

You and Loki walk off in the opposite direction towards his chambers and once you are alone again, Loki moves to take your hand but you flinch away. He looks hurt by your momentary rejection but he doesn't say anything. He knows how nervous you are about being seen touching him or speaking to him. You round the next corner and are flooded with relief as Loki's door finally comes into view. You fight the urge to smile, holding onto your composure as you've been trained.

Loki opens the door and steps inside, you follow him as you always do and he closes the door. He flicks his wrists towards you without a word and the heavy armor you wear over your clothing instantly settles itself neatly into a large chest. You take a few deep breaths, feeling as if most of the weight you have been carrying leaves you, but not all.

"Thank you your highness," you say out of habit.

"Please, never call me that in here," he reminds you gently. "In here I'm not a prince, I'm just Loki." He walks towards you and you don't realize you are moving away from him until your back hits the door and his body comes flush to yours. One hand settles on your hip while his other hand lifts your chin, causing you to look up at him. He continues, "And you are not Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are Y/N. The woman I am so deeply in love with." He smiles and you can't help but smile back at his words. All your worries vanish the instant his lips meet yours.

You lay in Loki's arms watching the sunlight fill his room through the sheer curtains. You try to memorize the sound of his slow, steady breathing and the feel of his heart beat against your back as he holds you even in his sleep. You inhale deeply and focus on deciphering every herb and oil Loki uses to keep his hair soft. Closing your eyes, you use your senses to bring an image of Loki's face into your mind and try to hold it there.

"What are you thinking about my love?" he asks in a sleepy voice. You open your eyes and shift closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around your body. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks, now much more awake.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words. You had been thinking about what you needed to do most of the night but now that it was time, you weren't sure you would be able to do it.

"I've told you, you can speak freely here," he says softly, urging you gently as always to speak your mind when you were with him. His fingers move slowly up and down your arm as he tries to comfort you without knowing what is causing your distress.

"I need to transfer to a new post," you tell him. You hear him inhale sharply as his fingers suddenly go still.

You stand outside Loki's office with Thor's new guard and two others in silence waiting for a very long meeting to conclude. You stifle a yawn and shift uncomfortably on your feet before regaining your composure. The tall guard standing across from you rolls his eyes while the woman next to him mumbles something that can only be about you.

It has been two days since you told Loki you wanted to transfer and you hadn't heard anything from your commanding officer. In the meantime, you decided to go back to sleeping in your assigned room at the soldiers quarters. You had forgotten how much you hated it there. The common areas are loud and there is little privacy, everyone is in everyone else's business. You barely leave your room, which is a surprise to no one. They wouldn't speak to you even if you did. You live in a world of utter silence surrounded by never ending noise.

You feel as if you are shattering from the inside out and you try to remind yourself that it needs to be this way. The two of you hid in his chambers as if it protected your relationship but it could never be real. How could it be when he could barely acknowledge your presence when in public. He is a prince and you are a soldier as were your parents, you were not high born. Loki is destined to marry the daughter of a council member and you will guard them and their children.

The door to Loki's office opens, you and the three guards stand at attention. Prince Thor walks out first, followed by two council members. They walk off in different directions, shadowed closely by their sentries but you remain, as always, at Loki's door.

You stare at the wall in front of you for what feels like eternity. Your mind wanders between your favorite memories from your brief time with Loki and the crushing weight of your current reality. You stand up straighter when you hear the door swing open and Loki steps out.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," he says, "I need to speak with you."

You nod and follow him into his office, closing the door behind you. You stand motionless, taking in his office and how much it feels like him. The dark wood bookshelves crowded with leather bound books, the chair pulled close to the window so he can see the garden below when drinking his afternoon tea, the green and gold accents on various pieces of furniture.

You sigh to yourself as you follow him to his desk. He takes a seat and you stand across from him with your arms behind your back, waiting for him to speak first.

"Y/N," he says informally but you don't relax. "Your transfer to a new post was not approved."

"Can I ask why your highness?" you keep the formalities as you've been trained.

"The Winter Solstice Ball is in less then a week," he answers as if you could forget. "The Royal Guard seems to be too busy tightening security and preparing for everyone's arrival to complete your paper work at this time."

"Understood, your highness," you say. "I should return to my post." You turn to head back outside of his office.

"Wait," he calls and you freeze just before you reach the door. You hear him get up from his seat and walk around the desk. "Please stay, talk to me Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts."

"I can't," you say almost in a whisper

He touches your arm and you turn to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I miss the way your laughter filled my chambers. I miss hearing you hum to yourself when you think I can't hear you. I miss the sound of your voice and how easy it is to talk to you," he says and you force down a smile and the urge to hold him tightly.

"I can't bear to be without you," he tells you and you want to tell him you can't be apart from him either but you remain silent for fear you'll lose your resolve completely. He strokes your cheek gently and you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too," you tell him, seeing a spark of hope light his eyes. You shake your head and take a step away from him, "But I can't do this. I'm sorry." Before he can say anything else you tell him, "It will only hurt more the longer we wait to end this."

"We don't have to end this, now or ever," he insists as he steps towards you. "I promise I will find a way for you to be mine, not just when we are hidden away, but always. You believe me, don't you?"

"I want to," you tell him truthfully. Loki had promised several times to find a way to marry you but you thought it was false hope. "But this isn't a fairytale my prince, we don't always get a happy ending."

You want to disappear into the marble floor, to be sucked into the wall behind you or simply vanish into thin air but you can't. Instead, you must stand perfectly still and silent as you watch the dancing and merriment around you. You momentarily wish you would go back to a time when you didn't feel an ache in your chest at the mere thought of another woman being in Prince Loki's arms. Shaking your head just slightly, you chase away the thought. As much as this hurts, you will always cherish the limited time you shared with him.

The music changes tempo as the first of seven courses comes to an end. Couples begin to take to the open floor in the center of the ballroom. Prince Thor and Prince Loki make their way to the group of single, eligible women awaiting them, each at a different pace. The older prince seems to now exactly which woman he would like to spend time with first. He offers his arm to her and declares her the most beautiful woman at the ball, causing her to blush and giggle. The younger prince takes his time walking to the crowd and simply takes the hand of the closest woman without so much as glancing at her. His lack of interest does little to dampen her excitement however.

The dozen or so women who were not chosen move away from the dance area and you have to hold back a groan as they gather directly in front of you to wait for a chance with one of the princes. You can't help but listen to them discuss which prince they think is better looking or who they would prefer picked them. The first song ends and the two princes each select another dance partner. Again, Prince Thor takes little time deciding who he wants while Prince Loki simply offers his hand to the first woman he sees. You can practically hear him sigh as she holds his arm and walks quickly to the dance floor.

As the second song begins, one of the women briefly looks at you over her shoulder before motioning towards you to her friends. Your ears go red with embarrassment as she tells them the rumors of your past relationship with Loki just loud enough that she knows you will hear. Of course she gets the ending wrong. She assumes, like everyone else, that the prince grew tired of you and banished you from his bed chambers. You had to admit, it seemed a far more likely story than the truth.

You shift your attention to the ceiling for a moment, hoping that counting the candles in the chandeliers will distract you from their stares and comments. You only count to twenty seven before the sound of a glass shattering draws your gaze back to the guests. A council member laughs loudly, clearly drunk already, as a servant cleans the wine glass from the dance floor.

Your eyes scan the room and easily find Loki at the center of the crowd, a third woman in his arms. Your drawn to his face, studying his features. He smiles at the woman as he twirls her and she giggles but she doesn't know him like you do. She doesn't know that's the smile he uses at court, not the smile he shows you. Showed you, you correct yourself. He glances away, not holding eye contact with her as they move effortlessly across the dance floor.

After the final course is served, the dance floor fills for the last time and you sigh with relief that the night is almost over. You shift on your feet, looking down for a moment when the chatter of the women in front of you begins again. Why must they stand here to wait, you think to yourself.

The princes once again make their way to their potential dance partners and Thor makes his pick quickly. Loki stands in front of the women for a moment and your eyes lock with his as he looks between them.

"Pardon me," he says politely to the crowd as he moves forward, slipping past the confused women. He makes his way towards you and your breath catches in your throat. He stands in front of you and holds out his hand. You look at him, stunned by his actions. He smiles when you don't move, "Will you dance with me, my love?" Still you remain silent, looking past Loki to see how much attention his actions have drawn. "Don't look at them," he says, touching your cheek softly as you look at him again.

You steady your nerves and place your hand in his. The moment his fingers close around yours, you are surrounded by a light cloud of green, shimmery smoke. When Loki's magic fades, you are wearing a flowing emerald green gown with golden trim, perfectly matching his dress uniform. Your hair has been restyled to hold a small gold tiara with short horns, mirroring the helmet he had worn during his entrance.

"Gods, you look gorgeous in my colors," he says with a wide smile, causing you to blush. "To be fair, you are always beautiful but now it is clear to everyone here that you are mine." You feel as if your heart might burst when he calls you his, he had said it before but only when you were hidden away.

Loki keeps his fingers interlaced with yours as he leads you to the dance floor, straight through the group of now very angry women. Some cross their arms, others give you dirty looks and several make rude comments as you pass. You pause before stepping onto the dance floor, the chatter and stares coming from the guests near you holding you back. He senses your hesitation and leans down to place a kiss gently on your cheek.

Your mind can barely begin to process what is happening as he takes you straight to the middle of the dance floor. He places one hand on your hip and you place your hand on his shoulder as you had done so many times over the last few months. You and Loki shared several secret dances in his chambers and his office, he found it difficult to listen to music sitting still.

He holds you close, his eyes never leaving yours while you dance between the other guests. You focus on how amazing it feels to be back in his arms, ignoring the strange looks and whispers that surround you. He twirls you gracefully and you spin back into him, giggling as you final feel at ease. As the song draws to a close, Loki spins you one final time. When he pulls you back to him, he leans down slightly and your lips meet his.

You smile up at him, hoping this isn't a dream when you see his mother approaching you. You take a step away from Loki but he keeps his hand on your waist, not letting you go too far. You bow to the queen and she says, "I think it is my turn to dance with my son."

You nod quickly in agreement and Loki let's go of you, his magic fading instantly as your armor reappears. You walk through the crowd with your head down and return to your post, once again wishing you were invisible. The women watch you, gossiping wildly as you pass again. You can only imagine what they are saying but they are not your biggest concern at the moment.

Anxiously, you watch Queen Frigga and her son move across the dance floor. You can't hear what they are saying of course, but you can tell by her expression that there will be consequences for his actions. As the song ends you see your captain approach you and your stomach drops. Loki will not be the only one to be punished for choosing you.

"The king had summoned you to the throne room," he says in a stern voice. You nod in acknowledgement and when you look back towards the dance floor, Loki and his mother are gone.

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Nights at the Circus: Part XXXIV

It seems like everything that possible could be is standing in your way of rescuing Loki on his execution day! Will you make it in time, or will all be lost when the sword falls?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: tense moments, descriptions of fighting Word Count: 3k

“So, if we even make it, what’s the plan from there?” you asked once yourself, Thor, Steve, Wanda, and Pietro were on the roof of the Tower. 

Thor gave you a serious, concerned look. “Honestly? No idea.”

“NO IDEA? What do you mean, no damn idea?” you raised your voice. “What’s an Asgardian beheading ceremony even like? What’s the security detail? The two of us have ONE CHANCE! We can’t just charge in there like a couple of fools!”

Thor shrugged. “I’m afraid all we have time for is to charge in there like a couple of fools.”

You nodded, quickly accepting this. “Fine. I guess if I die there I’ll at least have a shot at Valhalla.”

“But I will say this,” Thor added after a moment, “we have to be swift, strong, and unyielding. Asgardian soldiers are the finest and most lethal in all the realms. And this is the execution of a prince, which is unheard of. I imagine Odin has doubled all sentries.”

“So we’re more likely to die than to save him? Suicide mission?”

A silent pause, then Thor said “Basically yes.”

You bit your lip and looked at the other three standing worried nearby. You ran up to Pietro and Wanda, taking each in an arm and embracing them both. “I owe you my past, and my life,” you mumbled. “Thank you. If I don't come back--”

“--you will,” whispered Pietro. 

You looked at Wanda, unsure of what to say. “We’re a long way from home, aren’t we?”

Wanda smiled. “Not so far away. Anyway, I think you know where your home is supposed to be, now.”

Then you took a moment to take in Steve before running into his arms. “I know we’ve been through some dumb shit, but--”

“--that’s over now, you have more important things to attend to,” said Steve. 

“If I die,” you said quietly, “please kick the UN’s collective ass in my memory.”

Steve chuckled. “I can’t promise anything extreme…but you bet I’ll raise some kind of heck in your honor.”

“Raise some heck, huh?” you said, smiling in spite of yourself as you pulled away. “Oh, you still have a ways to go.”

“Well,” he replied, “when you and Laufeyson return, you can go back to making me incredibly uncomfortable on a daily basis.” You nodded, giving a mock salute. Steve stood at attention and returned it with a real one. You wanted to cry. 

“Go make a miracle happen, Firebird,” he encouraged. 

Turning to Thor, you nodded. “Shall we?”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, and as you slowly let your breath out, you did what Svetlana had said, and willed. Simply willed. After a few frightening moments of uncertainty you felt your body begin to gently reform into a billow of light gray clouds, wafting above Thor’s hammer. 

Fuck, this feels weird. This one’s getting filed in the ‘only when necessary’ cabinet. 

Thor threw Mjolnir into the air and summoned a loud, heavy pillar of rainbow light, the Bifrost. 

Your trick was working. Heimdall was letting you through. You only hoped it wasn’t too late. 

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Of course, Loki’s heart pounded as he was retrieved from his holding cell in his father’s palace, several hours after arriving home. 

“I see my last appeal has failed,” he said solemnly. “Very well, then.” 

It was never in the heart of Loki Laufeyson to surrender to death, torment, or strife without a little struggle, but every measure had been taken to subdue the Prince of Chaos. Every magic-resistant shackle, wall, and guard constantly surrounded him. He couldn’t even piss without at least five pairs of eyes on him. 

It had been perhaps four hours since he was brought and thrown at his adoptive father’s feet. Odin, for his part, was remarkably calm, seemingly almost reluctant in his judgment to follow through with the original vow of a beheading. “How can we ever stand to trust a servant of lies, even my own son? You cannot be controlled or reigned in, and you have proven that too many times to further be ignored, or to further put the realms in danger,” he sighed, exasperated. “Know that I do this out of duty only.”

Duty or no, hearing the man Loki had grown up seeing as his father sentencing him to death somehow wasn’t reassuring. 

Odin continued. “I’ll show you two kindnesses. I will arrange for an expert swordsman, and I will have it carried out within a few hours, so that you may not languish.”

What a gift! Loki sneered under his breath. 

Thor had tried his damndest to be his brother’s lawyer, but Thor, for all of his strength and charisma, was not much for the intelligence required to persuade his father. Ironic, seeing as if the roles were reversed this evening, Loki likely would have had the prowess necessary to save Thor’s head. After being refused one final time, Thor stormed away in a rage, vowing to be back and yelling loutish threats about how nothing had better happen until he returned. Of course, this request was not granted. 

Despite Odin’s ‘kindness,’ Loki did, indeed, languish. I have faced death before, he thought. Why is it only this time I feel true fear?

He knew the answer immediately. It was you. In giving Loki something different to live for, having it taken so forcefully from him, separating you by death, it bore the realization that he would never know love again. Never again would he see your smile, your flaming hair, your naked body shining in the moonlight, begging for him…

Were you able to hear me, Y/N, Loki prayed, I would assure you, I will be fine, and please move on from me. Find happiness. Find your full power. Do not take revenge. Please…

He knew you had the temper to match your powers, and that you’d be prone to taking vigilante justice into your own hands. All Loki wanted was your safety, and were you to choose the wrong path, his sacrifice would be all for nothing. 

Thor, Loki prayed again. Take care of her. She was to be your sister. And don’t EVER let Rogers near her.

The cell made Loki feel small, but he found himself the life of the party when his guards came to retrieve him. The walk from the holding cell to the block outside the palace walls was considerable, taking into account the many winding hallways, passages, and gates. A brisk young man in a hurry might’ve made the trip in ten minutes. Loki’s procession was in no hurry. 

He ran through these halls as a toddler, Frigga chasing merrily after him and Thor goading him to catch up. As a boy, the brothers spied on the beautiful maids and butlers from just around the corners, eavesdropped on Odin’s court, and practiced their melee fighting (at least until they were old enough to discard the wooden swords for real ones and have a battle tutor), sliding up and down the corridors for what must have amounted to miles. As an adolescent, he practiced his posture and authoritative, princely walks by pacing up and down this very space in the middle of the night, while all else slept. 

When he became old enough for Odin to deem him able to witness executions, Loki had attended as many as possible. Truly, there was a sick, morbid fascination to the ritual itself. Asgard loved its ostentatious ceremonies, and the forceful dispatching of life was no exception. Loki himself knew the path well. 

The condemned was always paraded through the halls before being taken to the palace’s shrine to Yggdrasil, where said condemned would fall before the icons and images of the pantheons of the Nine Realms on their knees for one minute while his handler read his formal sentence. He barely listened throughout the winded speech, only picking up words like “traitor” “death” “beheaded” etc. 

So, this is how it is, Loki thought sadly. This is how I leave this world. This is how I leave Y/N. On my knees, humiliated and made to repent for the sin of saving lives. 

The executioner stepped forward, a large two-handed sword sheathed in a scabbard slung over his shoulder. “I am your dispatcher,” he recited the words Loki himself could recite. “Will you grant me forgiveness for this regrettable duty?”

Loki wondered if any of the condemned had ever sincerely expressed forgiveness, or if every single one resented their will-be killer and only recited the assigned words in order to keep their own dignity in their final moments. 

“I do,” Loki muttered halfheartedly, avoiding eye contact and looking away. A few of the guards raised an eyebrow at the less-than-dignified response. As if I’m going to smile for the audiences who have gathered to see me off to Hel!

“Then, by the command of Odin the Allfather, I am now to lead you to the block, where your head will be stricken from your body.”

“Sounds great.”

Loki was jerked to his feet roughly by a guard, who took no care to make sure he was balanced or stable. The disgraced god shook him off violently, so suddenly that two others had to ensure Loki was ultimately restrained. 

“Hold still!”

Loki held his nose high. “I demand some dignity! I am a Prince of Asgard!”

The executioner shrugged almost too nonchalantly for the event at hand. “Not anymore.”

As Loki was led in the procession towards the stage where the blessed event was to take place, two young women in white scurried past in order to beat the parade to the place of execution. The bright gossamer material trailed behind the beautiful girls like wisps of tender cloud. Loki even thought he heard the silly girls giggle as the dashed around a corner.

Y/N would’ve outshone them all in a bridal gown half as elaborate, Loki thought, your face popping into his mind. How she would have been like the sun walking toward me…

Loki vowed to never apologize for his actions leading him here, and not just the bursts of magic that spared the Avengers from total carnage. I will never regret anything that brought her into my life, he promised. 

Perhaps history would look upon him as a tragic figure who died for love. The Loki who inhabited his body before the attempted attack on New York would have resented such a reputation. Now, at this moment, Loki couldn’t think of a more worthy thing to give himself for. How much had he changed in the few months alone since you entered his life?

The light of day accosted his face as he was brought into the open air, silent rows of Asgardians lined to catch a glimpse of the condemned prince as he passed. No one looked angered, or even excited. The entire assembly was solemn. This was not expected: some times people cheered and chanted at executions as if watching sport. 

Within moments that seemed like an eternity, Loki stood on the stage at the front of a massive crowd of Asgardians, a slow, steady drumbeat measuring out the last tempo his heart would ever beat to. Ona balcony overlooking the arena, Odin stood, alone and tall. Loki could not make out anything on his face, but he was sure it was a look of satisfaction for finally getting rid of that Jotun monster Odin attempted to suppress and failed. 

For being such a rich, complicated ritual, the actual beheading of the condemned was typically over within a minute of the prisoner reaching the arena. Loki barely had time to register his location before he was pushed forward and forced to his knees before the block, sitting before him like a headstone. 

He closed his eyes as the drums’ tempo reached a climax. 

Well, no sense in going out like a coward, he thought. He bit his lip as he did one last thing for himself before his final surrender. Usually final words were not granted a condemned prisoner, but Loki loudly and clearly spoke the last words he ever wanted to fall from his lips:

“Forgive me, my Firebird, for I must leave you now.”

The crowd murmured at his declaration. Even Odin’s stoic facade was cracked at the surprise vocalizing from the otherwise-silent prince. 

Loki took one final, deep breath, taking an extra moment to appreciate the mundane odors in the air that he would never sense again, and humbly, he stretched his neck over the block. 

Executioner, swing true and dispatch me quickly, he prayed. 

He’d never died before (at least for real), so he wasn’t sure what to expect. Would it hurt or be too swift to feel pain? Would he find himself in an afterlife, or in Niflheim? Would there be nothing at all? Would he find himself being reborn as another?

One thing was for certain: he did NOT expect the sudden screams and the smell of smoke to fill the air around him, followed by a loud explosion that sounded suspiciously like thunder. Looking up, his head was still attached to his neck, and Loki could barely see beyond a large wall of smog obscuring the arena. Lightning flashed through, hitting the stage and sending Loki, his handlers, and his dispatcher flying against the proscenium. Pain shot up Loki’s side where he landed, immediately too stunned to get to his feet.

He squinted to see through the chaos and smoke, and after a moment, two bodies emerged from the haze, one wielding a hammer, the other lit up like a comet streaking by a sun. 

Thor raised his hammer in warning while you threw a fire missile at the executioner, who scampered away after you chased him off with three more fireballs in quick succession, each one landing perfectly as Clint had taught you. 

Loki couldn’t believe it, yet he also somehow did believe it. You’d made it to Asgard, made it to him.

Guards began circling the stage, advancing on you and your battle partner. Thor launched his hammer into the group of them while you set the stage curtain ablaze, quickly spreading the flames so that the spectators began scrambling to leave. You punctuated your assault with a large firebolt that sent a mushroom cloud flying into the sky above the arena.

As Thor continued to wreak havoc on his father’s soldiers, you found an opening in the assault to leap down to the proscenium to break Loki from his magic-resistant shackles, but not before scoping his face in your hands and kissing him. 

“Ah! Ow!” Loki cried. 

“Oh, sorry!” you apologized, not realizing you forgot to turn your hot skin down before touching your beloved. 

“I told you not to come here!” Loki scolded. 

“Scold me all you want in bed later, but I have to go be a bad girl now,” you smirked, making quick word of the chains around Loki’s arms and neck. “And if you want to save your neck, I suggest you be bad, too.”

Loki grinned and cupped your cheek, pulling you in for another kiss. “I love you, darling.”

Winking, you replied, “Oh, I fucking love you too. I’m sorry I was late!”

You helped Loki to his feet, and he immediately took advantage of his freedom to summon his magic. You ran ahead of him back into the fray, where Thor was still doing all he could while fending off literally tens of guards at one time. 

Blasting, blazing, and bursting, you, Thor, and Loki fought valiantly against the guards advancing on you. You were finally at full power. There was nothing holding you back from tearing the room apart, and you felt the energy feed you flames like gasoline. 

Letting your body fall away into smoke, you wafted into the air and shot fire from your soot cloud, sending more guards flying off the stage before they could even reach their targets. 

A deep, loud voice boomed from above: “ENOUGH!”

The word frightened you enough to steal your concentration, and you fell back to the ground in corporeal form once again, and Loki just managed to leap out and catch you before you broke your spine against the floor. 

Odin Allfather was standing on his balcony, a scepter raised high in the air with pride and authority. “I SAID ENOUGH! GUARDS! STAND DOWN!” 

Odin’s subjects immediately obeyed his order and took several steps back, leaving you and your Asgardian companions back-to-back-to-back on the stage in the now-deserted arena. 

“Thor? What is the meaning of this? Who is the fiery one?” Odin demanded. 

You stepped forward. “I’m Y/N, or as they sometimes call me, Firebird. We’re putting a permanent end to the bullshit right now.”

“Do not address me so informally,” Odin replied. “I am the King of Asgard.”

You sneered. “Look, King, I’m really at the end of my rope. You’re about to hack off my lover’s head for no legitimate reason. I feel like I’m at least entitled to one last appeal.”

“Of what realm are you?” Odin asked. 

“Midgard,” you answered. 

“She’s an Avenger, like me, Dad,” Thor added. “We work together.”

“And, did I hear you refer to Loki as your lover?” the King inquired. 

“Well, I don't normally do this kind of thing, unless its for someone special,” you said. “We’ve been dating for a few months.”

“Dating?” asked Odin, shrugging at the term that was unfamiliar to him. 

“Courting,” answered Loki, his voice low as if testing the waters before deeming it safe to raise it. 

Odin looked down at the three of you for a moment before tapping his scepter on the ground three times. The few sentries still in the arena stood to immediate attention. In fear, you grabbed Loki's hand. He gave it a squeeze. 

“It’s getting cold,” Odin finally said. “Let’s go inside, and I will hear this appeal. If a little Midgardian is willing to go through so much for my son’s sake, perhaps she’s worth listening to.”

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You Have My Word

Loki, in all his arrogant, sarcastic glory, was your best friend. He wasn't always the best at showing it, but when it came down to it, he knew how close the two of you truly were. He knew that, no matter how hard he tried to disprove it sometimes, you would always be there for him and never had any bad intentions.

Even after the Attack on New York, you knew there was more to the story than initially met the eyes. It took a lot of convincing, but he eventually admitted that he'd been nearly forced to do it. He didn't think anyone would believe him, nor did he want to ruin his pride, so he kept quiet about it. You nearly took his head off for letting himself be condemned to life in the dungeons for something that wasn't entirely his fault. Apparently, he'd accepted his fate on that front, even though it still pissed him off tremendously.

Loki had been imprisoned for some time when the tragedy struck. When the invasion happened and the queen, his mother, one of the only people to ever treat him exceptionally and love him unconditionally, was killed. After you heard the news and got over your own momentary bubble of shock and grief, the first thing you thought about was him. How his mother was dead, and he was locked in a cell, completely alone.

You didn't ask for permission. You didn't care about permission.

You made your way to the dungeons, and you could hear the crashing and dull thudding all the way from the stairs. When you reach the set of sentries that guard the dungeon's entrance, they both silently step in your path, blocking you.

"No, let me through-"

"No visitors to the dungeon."

"I am his friend, let me through-"

"There are no visitors-"

You leaned in closer, gritting your teeth; your words are almost a growl. The sentries actually looked the slightest bit intimidated. "His mother is dead. I am his greatest friend. Give me five minutes."

The two men exchanged a wary look. One of them sighed before stepping to the side, and the other followed suit. "Five minutes. Not a moment longer."

You were already moving past them before he could finish his sentence. You rushed to Loki's cell, trying to absorb the sight in front of you as you made your way.

Loki is enraged - as you knew he would be. The anger always came first for him; the sadness would follow later. His cell was destroyed, the furniture within smashed to pieces, a few of the books shredded, glass shards from a bowl littering the floor. As you approached, though, he seemed to be on the tail end of his rage. He sent an enormous blast of magic towards a chair, practically shattering it against the cell wall, before doubling over, bending down so far he has to place a hand on the ground to steady himself.

You reached the cell and placed your hand against the barrier, as close as you could get to him. He was so absorbed into his own emotions and pain, he hadn't even noticed your arrival yet. "Loki..."

He looked up sharply, turning his head back to look at you. For the briefest of moments, he looked like a caged animal: alert, frightened, and immensely angry. Once he took in the sight of you, though, his expression quickly changed to shock, and then to sorrow.

In true Loki fashion, though, he was instantly masking the latter emotion.

He was breathless as he spoke, his breaths coming in heavy pants that engaged his entire upper body. "What? Have you come to gawk at the display? To laugh at how low I've sunken?" His voice was wavering the more he attempted to sound intimidating, and you could tell he knew that.

"You know I haven't," you said softly, shaking your head. "You know I would never."

He sensed the care in your voice, the empathy. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to submit to it, but he quickly covered it with a scowl.

"I don't need, nor want, your pity," he said slowly, having to force strength behind his words.

"It's not pity... I just wanted you to know that I care. I don't want you to feel so alone..." You almost regretted saying the words, thinking they would only amount to more perceived pity in Loki's eyes.

You were surprised when the words seemed to affect him so much that he could no longer feign malice, and he looked away. After a few stuttering breaths, he hauled himself to his feet and walked towards you. With a bit of hesitation, he first placed his hand against the glass, directly across from yours, then went a step further and leaned his forehead against it, closing his eyes. He bit his lip in an effort to keep his composure as you, also, leaned your forehead against the glass.

"I'm not leaving you alone," you muttered to him softly.

His hand on the glass clenched into a fist, but it was out of more pain than anger. His voice was barely more than a rasping whisper. "You should."

You shook your head. "No... never." Your hand curled, mimicking the gesture of wrapping around his fist, if only the barrier would allow you. "You have my word."

He tucked his lips even tighter, frowning, before his resolve cracked and he released an exhale that was very nearly a sob. He turned away from the glass, trying desperately, so desperately, not to let himself give in to the tears. He took a few collecting breaths before forcing his words out.

"Please leave..." It was a broken plea, not an angry command. "I-I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me like this..."

"Loki, you don't have to-"

"I know, I know." He spoke those words almost frantically, as if the thought of you seeing him so upset caused him panic. "Please, just... please go."

You'd never heard him say "please" so many times in his life, nor had you ever seen him so desperate.

He needed to grieve in private. You could understand that.

You swallowed before slowly beginning to walk away from the cell, heading back towards the entrance of the dungeons. Before you left the area, you paused and gave him a few parting words, hoping he would know they were true.

"You truly aren't alone - I mean that... Please do not forget it."

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When the night of Frigga's funeral came, you knew Odin would not be releasing Loki from the dungeons to attend.

You had a plan to fix that.

The sleeping brew wasn't particularly difficult to make, nor to get the guards to drink it. You presented yourself as a sorrowful lady who was desperate to give back to the kingdom after the death of the queen, and they simply could not deny your offer of seemingly innocent tea.

They were asleep within five minutes. You stole the master key from one of them, and made your way to Loki's cell.

When you looked around the corner, Loki was sitting on a chair, a book open between his hands. Once you continued your approach and he noticed you, his expression was initially shock, then almost as quickly faded into surrender.

He vanished the illusion without you having to speak a word.

Loki was sitting against the back wall of the cell, looking nothing short of deranged with grief: his hair was a tangled, long mess; his face was blotched from his emotions; and his eyes were red from his tears. He looked exhausted and aggrieved and was the cracked shell of a being, and in all your years, you couldn't recall anyone ever looking more pained. It goes without question that someone must have told him tonight was the night of the service.

You exhaled softly before reaching out your hand and displaying the key to him.

He looked equal parts shocked and frightened when he realized what it was.

"The guards are asleep," you spoke softly, "and they will remain that way for hours to come." You swallowed. "I'm going to do this for you, but you have to promise me... no tricks. We have to come straight back."

He sat up a bit straighter, seeming intrigued by your offer. When he realized you really were being truthful, you could see his eyes well over with tears. He inhaled a shaking breath before giving a quick nod.

"You have my word."

It was all you needed to hear. You placed the master key in the lock and turned it; the orange barriers faded away to nothing, and Loki slowly made his way to his feet.

You met him halfway and handed him a hooded cloak. "I know your magic may falter, with everything... but this should hide your appearance well enough."

It wasn't a common fact, but he'd mentioned to you a few times that his magic was harder to practice when he was saddened or anxious. You were surprised he'd even managed the illusion of himself, but knew that once he got at the ceremony, he may not be able to be so focused.

He took the cloak with a solemn nod of acknowledgment, already slipping it through his arms and over his head. You looked at him for a moment, pondering, before slowly reaching up and removing the hood. You looked at him up close, regarding him, and he sheepishly met your eyes, looking not too far from breaking down already.

"Don't leave my side," you told him in a whisper. Both to ensure he didn't try and escape on you (you didn't think he was really in the shape to do so, anyway) and for both your own comforts.

He averted his gaze from you for a moment; when he looked back, his eyes were overwhelmingly tearful and grieved. He said, in a voice even softer than yours: "Don't leave mine."

Tears became apparent in your own eyes as you nodded once. "Never."

The two of you made your way to the seafront courtyard in the midst of the chilly evening, navigating through the mourners. The only good thing about the crowd was that all of them were too absorbed in their grief to really pay attention to anyone else; it allowed the two of you to easily make your way to the seafront, where the ceremony would be held.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd attended a funeral of this scale; so grand, so regal, and so beautifully sad. The ceremony was one of anyone's dreams, and the grief of the entire realm was palpable in the nighttime air.

As you and Loki listened to the speeches, he remained by your side, still and silent, his face tilted downward so it could be concealed by the dark cloak. The two of you were never far apart enough not to be touching each other, which, most of the time, you were. He took your hand in his own more than once, angling his head even more to hide what you were sure were tears. At certain points, you leaned your head against his shoulder, nestling closer against him - in response, he would subtly place a trembling hand on your back and curl you just a bit closer to him.

Neither of you spoke a single word. Neither of you had to.

When it came time to send the lanterns, the two of you waited your turn until you were at the seafront. Once there, you each grabbed one of the lanterns, lit them, and made your way to an unpopulated, quiet area at the edge of the courtyard.

You bent down and placed your lantern onto the water, holding it steady. You murmured an Asgardian prayer, closing your eyes, before releasing the lantern and allowing it to be carried to sea, over the edge, guiding the queen safely to her final resting place of Valhalla.

Loki, who was kneeling to your left, was still holding his lantern in the water, his head angled so much that even you could not see his face.

You hesitated a moment before rising, coming to stand behind him. You squatted down slightly before reaching past his frame and placing your hand over his.

You made sure your voice was no louder than a whisper.

"Did you say your departing words?"

The cloak bobbed in a slow affirmative. You nodded in return, your grip on his hand tightening slightly.

"All right... Then together - on three."

There was a longer hesitation, but eventually Loki lowered his head even further; you took that as acceptance enough.

"All right. One... two... three."

You began to lift your hand, and after the briefest of hesitations, he did the same. You clasped your hand tightly around his as the lantern began to float away, drifting out to sea along with the thousands of others, along with the boat that held his mother's body.

He brought your attached hands in closer to him at his chest, then up further to his lips. You released his hand and moved yours to his shoulder when you realized he was using it to keep himself from sobbing aloud.

With a few murmured words of consolation, you got him to his feet before wrapping your arms around his mid-section and nestled yourself against him. His hands quickly came to encircle your waist, holding you as close as possible against him. As if you were the last, most precious thing in the world to him, and he couldn't bear to let you go.

He bowed his head nearly to his chest, and his whispered sobs broke your heart into shattered fragments. His chest heaved with each one, yet he kept them quiet, so soft only you could hear.

Only for you. Only for you would he ever be so transparent in his vulnerability.

Once he had gathered himself somewhat, you two wordlessly began the walk back to the dungeons, you keeping a subtle hand on his side the entire way. He wasn't angry or resistant - he knew it had to happen, and he knew that wasn't your fault.

The guards were still deeply asleep, so you passed back into the dungeons with ease. When you two reached Loki's cell, the two of you were still for a moment before you, once again, reached up and removed the hood from his head. His arms instantly came to wrap around himself as he refused to meet your gaze, his skin splotchy, his eyes red-rimmed and irritated.

You gazed at him before putting your hands out, palms up. He looked down at your offer, then almost instantly shut his eyes, as if the sight pained him. It seemed to take effort for him to place his hands atop yours, and something about the contact nearly broke him down to sobs once again.

"I'm going to speak with Odin," you told him adamantly. "To try and work out something different... something that isn't this." You fought back the tears in your eyes, dropping your voice to a whisper. "You have my word."

He managed to step closer to you and take you in a loose embrace before you could see too much of the emotional affect your words had. The way his breathing became shallow and stuttering told you enough.

He placed his chin on top of your head, taking a few moments to gather himself before he spoke in a quiet, nearly hoarse voice. "I will not forget this." His voice faltered slightly. "Thank you..."

You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to be as close to him as you possibly could be. You didn't know when the next time you would get to hold him like that would be.

If there would be a next time.

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It was only a few days later when you saw him again - roaming the halls of the Asgardian palace with his brother, of all places.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you rounded the corner and were met with them both. They also both stopped, looking like caught animals until they realized it was only you. One look at Thor told you that Loki's unexpected freedom was his own doing.

One look at Loki told you that he was caught between feigning indifference and taking you in an unabashed embrace.

You made the decision easier for him by quirking an eyebrow, keeping your tone light.

"Look what the cat decided to drag out."

Loki's expression flooded with relief and something like admiration for a brief moment - it was then covered with his usual arrogant, sarcastic aura. "Much to your pleasure, I'm certain."

You couldn't help but to smile. "Yes... much to my pleasure."

Thor nearly rolled his eyes at the antics of you both. He gave Loki a sideways glance. "Come along, Brother... We have matters to tend to."

He began walking forward, but Loki hesitated a moment. Once Thor was ahead of you, the God of Mischief gave you a rare, sincere smile. He then stepped forward, bent down, and placed a quick, sheepish kiss to the top of your head.

"Aw, Loki-" you began, teasing him dotingly, but he interrupted in a low tone.

"Tell anyone and I shall deny everything."

You gave him a look before confidently placing a hand on the side of his face and planting a kiss on the opposite cheek. He was surprised enough by it that it flustered him, and his cheeks became tinged with pink.

"Tell anyone and I'll deny nothing," you said, smiling cheekily.

He looked at you bashfully, smirking a bit in that charming way of his. His eyes then glanced ahead, to where Thor was still making his way, before he looked back at you. "Wait for my return?"

You smiled at him warmly, knowingly.

"You have my word. Always."

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[villainousshakespeare]

Stalking a King Chapter 14

A HUGE THANK YOU to @shae-annelore for the gorgeous title image. I absolutely love it!!!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Henry V/OFC

Multi-Chapter

Historical AU, Historical Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Angst, Sexual Tension, Bathing, Smut, Oral Sex (F&M receiving), Loss of Virginity, Wedding Night

Lisabet is a high-born Lady of Orleans, France. When King Henry V conquers her city, taking her brother hostage along with other nobles, she vows to be revenged upon the foreign invader and rescue her brother. Dressed in boys clothing she hopes to escape notice in Henry’s camp, but the English King has a much more perceptive eye than she anticipated.

I know this chapter is super short and very late, and I apologize for both.

It was a very hard few weeks - we had to say a completely unexpected goodbye to my darling Olivia Kitty and it spun me into a mini-depression that made it hard to do anything remotely creative or positive. I am starting to climb my way out of it and wanted to post something since this story has been languishing for weeks. I will do my very best to give you more sooner next time!

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"Draw reign, and state your name, if you be friends!"

Lisabet stared in confusion. The guards, so lackadaisical as to be non-existent when they had slipped out of the encampment, stood with swords drawn barring their way as she and Phillipe rode up to them. After the lovely and eye-opening morning she had spent with Rosamund, the brusque reception from Henry's own troops was particularly alarming.

"Why George, you knew me well enough last week, when you did win my ring from me at dice!" Phillipe laughed a touch too loudly, a hint of irritation coloring his words.

It had been an awkward ride back from the whores' camp. Phillipe had been silent in response to all of her questions. At the same time, he had tried to lecture her for spending so much time with company that her husband would no doubt find objectionable. When Lisabet pointed out that she would not have spent so much time with Rosamund if she had not been waiting on Phillipe and went on to ask what exactly had detained him, he had sputtered and looked ridiculously furious. Lisabet had smirked and decided that her point was won.

"That was before. The rules, My Lord, have changed," the second guard said, looking hard at Lisabet. "I do not know your friend, and till I do, I may not grant him access to our camp."

"What change occurred to alter so your stance?" Lisabet demanded, stepping her horse forward and taking charge.

"Tis not a thing I can expound about. Declare yourself, or by our King's decree I shall be forced to take you prisoner," proclaimed the surly sentry.

"I am the brother to the King's own Queen!" Phillipe interjected as Lisabet drew herself up, ready to accept the challenge and do battle. She frowned mutinously but let him go on. "Lay hands on me or my companion here and Henry shall be quick to know of it!"

"Martin, be not so starchy in your stance that you bend not to those better than you," George waylaid his cohort. "Phillipe, I would not bandy so about that you are brother to our errant Queen. It seems the Lady Lisabet has fled and cannot now be found within our camp!"

"How? Fled? The Queen? What is this that you say?" Surely Lisabet must have hear wrong.

"Tis true, and more the King does give her chase! The rumor has it she is in cahoots with our great enemy the Constable. When Good King Henry catches up with her, I would not be her for a wealth of gold! For never have I seen a man possessed by such a fury as did grip the King!"

"Now see you how your starts do havoc cause?" Phillipe demanded under his breath, glaring at his sister. "Good gentleman, the Queen did not elope. She is within our camp as we now speak. Just let me pass, I know where she doth hide. I'll roust the wench and prove this all a farce."

"If you can do so, you have all our thanks!" George heaved a sigh of relief. "I tell you, though your sister she may be, methinks she leads the King a merry dance. Since he did marry her, there's been no peace and he is like the devil in his moods."

"I see not how that is the good Queen's fault," Lisabet glowered, ignoring Phillipe's pleading glance. "If Henry cannot keep up with the tune, then Lisabet must be the one to lead!"

"God and his angels save us one and all from marriage to a woman of such sort! For all that, it cannot but be allowed that she is beautiful beyond all others."

It was only this last allowance that saved the guard from a slap from his disguised queen. Mollified somewhat by his praise and reminded by her brother's urgent look of the situation, Lisabet swallowed her anger at his disrespect and followed her brother as he took off at a brisk trot towards the center of the camp.

She had intended to slip from her saddle and quickly change in Phillipe's tent back into her own casual but still feminine attire. Unfortunately for her, just as they were handing off their reigns to the obliging grooms a figure came storming out of a tent to their left.

"A pox on all thick-headed maids of France!" Lawrence swore, charging to where they stood. "I would you were my lowly page again, that I might tan your hide as you deserve!"

As Lisabet looked at her gentle, scholarly friend in his rumpled doublet and hose, thinning hair stood all at end, she could not resist bursting out in an unfortunate peal of laughter. A more unlikely furious tyrant she could not imagine than Henry's good secretary.

"Aye, laugh an if you want, but mare you this," he fumed in the face of her mirth, "if you and that great idiot you wed, who's folly might surpass even your own, drag not our country into bloody war for reason none but your own foolish pride, it will be one of God's great miracles."

"Why what great folly does Henry do now?" she asked, tying to stifle her giggles in the face of his great displeasure. "We heard some rumors when we entered camp. What slander is this that I ran away?"

As if she, Lisabet Gasgoyne had ever run from anything in her life! Well, accept perhaps from Henry's tent that morning months ago, a voice whispered in her brain. But that had been only so she could bring word of his treacherous alliance with Burgundy! It was not her fault the news was already broken when she arrived at the French court!

"Oh, slander is it, my most Gracious Queen?" Laurance demanded, not sounding at all respectful of her exalted title. "Then you did not ride off past all our lines, dressed once again in clothes to hide your sex, and with nary a word to anyone absent yourself for hours God knows where? Oh tell me that I have been misinformed, and you shall have my most sincere regrets."

"Well, technically, yes, I did all that. But not, of course for reasons clandestine. I had some business I wished to attend with friends who travel not within our ranks."

"Such as the Constable, or Lord Dashard?" Laurance suggested.

"Alain Dashard? Is it he who you mean?" she asked, confused why he would bring up her distant relation. "What freakish start would make you think of him?"

"Ruen is but some hours ride away," Phillipe quietly informed her, suddenly looking troubled.

"And very well, what if he lives close by? I have not seen him since I was a child. What reason would I have to see him now?"

"What reason have you to go anywhere?" Laurence threw back at her. "Tis common knowledge that you and the King have been at odds since you did plight your troth. And now, as we do pass just miles away from relatives who hate your husband well, you suddenly do vanish from our camp, with only family as escorting you."

It took a moment for his words to coalesce in her mind, but once they did, Lisabet drew back as if struck.

"Good God, you cannot mean what I perceive to be the horrid way your thoughts to track. You think, do you, I would betray my Lord? And fly from him unto his enemies?"

"No Lisabet, I do not think you would," the fire seemed to go out the secretary as his shoulders slumped in resignation. "I know you love the King too well for that. And tis not in your nature to betray once you have pledged your loyalty and hand. But I meant what I said to you before. You and your husband are both mighty fools. Tis Henry's mind will fly to the worst ends."

"He thinks so little of me after all?" she asked, voice unaccountably small.

"He is not thinking anything at all," Laurence sighed. "His heart alone this moment drives him on. So sure is he that you do love him not that he is well-nigh gone out of his mind."

"I love not him? Why would he care for that? When he did wed me only for my name and all the French connections it implies?"

Laurence muttered something she did not catch under his breath, but she decided not to press him on it. Somewhere, deep inside, a spark had caught in her. Could it be possible that Henry was not, after all, indifferent to her? It would figure well with some things that Rosamund had posited that morning. And truly, Rosamund and Laurence, though drastically different in almost every way, were two of the most intelligent people Lisabet had ever known.

"Good Lord Laurence, I message for you, Sir!"

A boy came running towards them, breathless, holding out a folded scroll. With yet another heartfelt sigh Laurence tore it open and scanned the lines there written. As Lisabet watched all color drained from the man's face and he practically fell down onto a nearby stump. A fear Lisabet could not quite name touched her as he wordlessly looked up at her, eyes stricken.

"Out with it man, what does the letter say?" she demanded, snatching it from his hand.

"My Lady, you must now maintain your strength," he cautioned. "It seems the King is taken prisoner."

"What? Henry prisoner? How do they dare!" she declaimed, reeling. "Oh, let me read the details here set down, and then, good Laurence I do swear to you, let God above have mercy on these knaves! For if they have harmed on my love but one hair, I'll make them beg for mercy ere they die!"

God might indeed have mercy on them, but most certainly, Lisabet would not!

#Stalking the King #Historical Romance #Historical AU #henry v au #henry v fanfic #The hollow crown #Tom Hiddleston as Henry V #Enemies to lovers #Angst #Smut in previous chapters #idiots in love

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 7

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/631916582484017152/odins-ward-chapter-6

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Word count: 3232

Warnings: Adult themes implied

Y/n: 18 // Loki: 20 // Thor: 24

Y/n’s POV

It’s been three weeks since Loki took me to the meadow. We have not yet been able to return, but the flowers in my room don’t die. In fact, they never even seem to wilt. This only solidifies my theory that Loki created the meadow for just the two of us. That means something significant, I’m sure of it. Since that time, I can tell our relationship has shifted. I believe that if I was not already promised a husband from my father, Loki might be interested in courting me.

It wouldn’t do though. Father has plans for me in Alfheim, and Odin has plans for Loki here. The knowledge that we can’t be together in the long-term makes me sad, but being around Loki tends to make that sadness go away. I just enjoy the time we have together and try not to think about the fact that, now that I am of age, I could be called to Alfheim at any moment.

A knock pulls me from my thoughts, and I smile to myself. That’ll be Loki, ready to take me to dinner.

It is to my great surprise, then, to find Thor waiting for me on the other side of my threshold.

He beams. “Lady Y/n, would you allow me to escort you to dinner?”

I blink. After an awkward silence, Thor offers me his arm as a reminder. “Oh. Yes, of course, Your Highness. Forgive me, it’s just that I was expecting—”

“Loki, I know. He escorts you to dinner every evening.” Thor’s voice is different now, a little…harder. I take his arm and allow him to begin the walk to the dining hall. “Lady Y/n,” he lowers his voice so I have to work to hear him. “I know that you and my brother are…close. But you both need to be more careful. It is not my business how either of you spends your nights, but I cannot help but notice how conspicuously the two of you are behaving.”

I swallow, nerves buzzing. We’re not even…. I try for some damage control. “Your Highness, I—”

Thor puts up a hand to stop my words, and I fall silent. “It is not my business, Lady Y/n. I am simply warning you as your friend. I do not wish to see your reputation tarnished, as I have come to care for you as a brother would care for his sister.”

Too many reactions run through my head, so I go with the one that is the most polite. “Thank you, Your Highness, truly. I appreciate your counsel.”

Thor nods, a kind smile on his face. “I wish the best for you, Lady Y/n.”

Despite my shock at this conversation, I try to return the smile, because he really does mean well. “And I, you.”

We enter the dining hall then. Thor walks me to my seat before walking to his spot at the other end of the table. Frigga sits next to Thor, Odin in the middle, there is a space where Loki should be, and then there’s me at the end. I stare at the table, not wishing to engage in conversation. Not that Odin would speak with me, anyway. Dinner begins without Loki. I pick at my food, not really in the mood to eat. If Thor noticed my and Loki’s…attachment…then maybe we really are being too conspicuous. Which is silly, because there’s nothing going on to even be conspicuous about!

With the creak of a door, Loki enters the dining hall. The tense frustration on his face breaks into relief when he meets my eyes. He takes his seat, first apologizing to his parents for being late, then turning to me.

“You did not wait for me.” There’s hurt in his voice that he tries hard to mask with indifference.

I immediately feel guilty for hurting him, even unintentionally. “I would have,” I murmur, still looking at my plate. “But Thor escorted me to dinner because he feels that we…well, that we are romantically involved and are quite obvious about it.” Despite my embarrassment at this topic, I look up so I can gauge his reaction.

It’s angry. He clenches his jaw and his voice is tight when he speaks. “That is none of his concern—”

I hurry to his brother’s defense. “He spoke out of friendship, Loki. We can’t blame him for—”

“Even if he was speaking with kindness as his motivation, he should have come to me rather than to you. You shouldn’t have to deal with—”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to deal with this, either! Besides, it’s not like we—”

Odin stands so quickly his chair screeches, effectively silencing everyone in the hall. The King utters two simple words, but the effects are immediate: “Frost Giants.”

The room erupts into chaos. People react mainly by screaming. Some draw weapons, some seem plastered to their seats, some make a break for the exits.

Thor stands, Mjolnir at the ready. Loki kicks into action as well, hastily taking hold of me and his mother. Our world goes black.

We reappear in what looks like Frigga’s chambers. Nausea hits me, but I try to ignore it and focus instead on the situation at hand. Because from what I can gather, Asgard is under attack.

Loki runs to the door and pulls two sentries into the room. “Guard them with your lives,” he orders, darkness in his voice. Finally, he turns to us. “I will come for you when it is safe. Stay hidden.”

Frigga nods gracefully from her spot in the middle of the room. Her shoulders are pulled taut, and I can tell she is worried for her son. I feel the same.

“Hey.” My voice is tighter than I want it to be, probably due to the terror currently working a hole in my chest. “Be careful.”

Loki’s eyes lock with mine, and I can see the fear and determination in them. No sparkle like there usually is. He swallows, nods once, and disappears.

Neither Frigga nor I speak.

From the far ends of the castle, I can hear the grunts and screams of people as they fight. I’ve never seen a Frost Giant, nor do I know what one sounds like, but I pray that what I hear is the sound of them dying rather than the Asgardians. Through many tense minutes of waiting, the sounds of battle get closer to Frigga’s room. By her body language, she knows we’ll soon be in imminent danger.

There’s a crash outside the door, and I jolt into action. I reach under my dress and pull my dagger from its home in the garter attached to my thigh. Frigga eyes me quizzically.

“I know I’m probably not supposed to have this. But…I do.” Given the situation, I’m not exactly sure what to say. For all I know, this is going to be my last conversation.

A tight yet somehow still kind smile briefly crosses Frigga’s face. “Worry not, dear Y/n. It is important everyone know how to protect themselves. I would have taught you myself had I not suspected my son was already doing so.”

I do my best to smile back as the clamoring gets nearer. A sparkle—the same sparkle I’ve seen in Loki’s eyes—enters Frigga’s as she reaches behind her back and unsheathes two long knives previously concealed by her cascading hair.

All I can say is: “woah.”

From our position in the middle of the room, we wait.

I’m hypersensitive to the sounds outside the door. The clashing has gotten louder, and I hear the sound of metal scraping against metal. The guards inside the room tense, ready for battle.

The door slams open.

Before I can react, Odin enters the room, surrounded by his guards. Frigga lets out a breath of relief and bypasses the guards to hug her husband. She exudes relief.

I exhale as well, lowering my dagger to let it hang by my side. I close my eyes, finally able to relax now that I’m not contemplating my death.

Absently, I register Odin’s words to Frigga. “It seems….” There’s pain in Odin’s voice, and my ears perk up. Has something happened? Is Asgard in trouble? “Loki has been gravely injured. We must go to his side at once…he is not expected to live much longer.”

My head snaps up. Without warning, the only sound I can hear is my jarringly loud breathing. I can’t blink. I can’t move. I can’t even react. I’m just…frozen.

Frigga lifts a shaking hand to cover her mouth. Then, she lets out a shriek of anguish that pierces through the silence and collapses into Odin’s arms. His face is drawn, his sadness is apparent, but he’s obviously trying to be strong.

“My love, we must go find our son.”

Frigga nods dimly, tears falling down her cheeks as she allows herself to be pulled to the door. On his way out, Odin’s eye catches mine, and he gestures to a guard. “Take her to her chambers and make sure she stays there. The castle is not yet secure.”

The guard obediently does as Odin orders. I don’t feel his hand on my arm, nor do I remember walking to my room, though we must have, because next thing I know, I’m sitting on my bed. The guard leaves me alone and I just sit. My body feels numb. Is that normal? I don’t know how much time passes, only that it’s enough for terrifying thoughts to run through my mind. Has Loki died yet? Or is he in agony, waiting to die? The image of Loki in pain, fatally injured, breaks me out of my shock, and I begin to shake with tears. I can’t stop crying. I sob until I nearly make myself sick. And once I’m out of tears, I fall to the floor in the midst of dry heaves and curl into a ball. Once again, my mind attacks me with unwelcome images of Loki lying on the ground, bloodied and waiting for death.

I should’ve been there.

Gods! I should have been there!

I grip at the rug in an attempt to bring myself some comfort, but the fabric offers nothing but scratches. Everything just…hurts. So badly. Imagining my life without my friend brings a deep pain that I never want to feel again.

“Y/n.” I hear a quiet voice from across the room and my head snaps to find the source.

He’s there.

Loki is right there, standing just a few feet away from me. We stare at each other, neither of us moving.

A leftover sob escapes me, and that seems to snap Loki out of whatever trance he was experiencing.

“Oh, Y/n.” Heartache thickens his voice and he hurries to join me on the floor, pulling me protectively into his arms. I cling to him and begin to cry once more.

“Your father, he said—he said—” I can’t even finish my sentence. I grip Loki’s shirt instead and cry into his shoulder.

“I know. I—I didn’t think he would tell you, I was just trying…” He trails off, seeming as lost for words as I am as he rubs my back soothingly.

I take deep breaths and work on calming myself down. It’s okay, it’s alright. He’s here now, safe with you. Loki produces a handkerchief and helps me dry my tears.

“It was just a trick.” His voice is quiet as he holds me. “I faced a particularly nasty situation and determined the best solution would be to cast a double to make the Frost Giant think he had bested me while I was secretly waiting to kill him. Well, after I had done so, more Frost Giants entered the fray and I was so occupied with fighting them that I completely forgot to dispose of my severely wounded double. When my father saw it, he assumed the worst and immediately told my mother…and you, it seems. Y/n, I am so, so sorry.” His voice breaks mid-apology.

I pull back so I can look into his eyes. The eyes that I thought had been taken away from me too soon.

Screw it.

I push myself so I’m sitting up in his lap and press my lips to his.

He makes a strangled noise of shock before tightening his arms around my waist and kissing me back. The kiss is hard and desperate, each of us pulling at the other to get them as close as possible. My hands find the ties of his armor and begin to tug them loose. Loki pulls back and stops my progress with his clothing.

“Y/n, we can’t. Your reputation—”

I look him straight in the eyes, absolutely sure of my decision. “Everyone here already thinks we do this. In their minds, my reputation is ruined. So why not make what they’re saying true?”

He swallows, seeing my logic. Then he shakes his head, thinking of another argument. “Yes, but what about your prospects on Alfheim? If your father finds out about this—or any potential suitors do—you’ll be shunned! I—I can’t do that to you.”

“Loki.” I take his face into my hands, holding his eyes on mine. “No one in Alfheim will know of what I do in Asgard. There are so few ways of communication. I promise that everything will be okay. I want you, Loki.” His eyes flutter closed, and I place a kiss on each of them. “If you want me too…then I’m yours.”

He opens his eyes, happiness and adoration shining through. He pulls my hand from his cheek and kisses my palm without looking from my eyes. Then, he stands, pulling me with him, and kisses me again, much softer this time. He places his hands on my hips and gently guides me onto the bed.

{***}

I wake to feather-light kisses on my neck. It tickles, and I can’t help but let out sleepy giggles. Opening my eyes, I find Loki staring right at me with my favorite mischievous smile on his face.

“Hello.”

A slow, lazy smile spreads across my own face. “Hi.”

He pulls one of my hands from its grip on the blanket to hold it in his. He kisses my palm lightly, one of my new favorite behaviors of his. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah sure,” my grin broadens. “Sleep.”

He laughs, pulling me and rolling over so I’m resting on top of him. “Well, I know you enjoyed that.” He winks cheekily and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

I roll my eyes but lean down to kiss him despite his cockiness. Too soon, he groans and pulls away. “I have to go. I just wanted to say goodbye before I left so you didn’t think I abandoned you or anything.”

I rest my chin on his chest, just enjoying looking into his eyes. “That’s kind of you.”

He rolls us again so I lie underneath him, but he thankfully keeps most of his weight on his elbows. “I will see you tonight to escort you to dinner.” His face darkens. “Unless my idiot brother beats me to it.”

I chuckle. “His intentions are kind. Besides, your brother—”

Loki stops me with a groan. “Okay, never mind. This is the last moment I want to be thinking of my brother.

I throw my head back in laughter, and he takes the opportunity to kiss my neck once more. My laughter falls silent.

“There.” He brings his head up with a satisfied smirk. “That takes care of that.”

I roll my eyes, but there’s no true annoyance in me. Right now, I feel perfectly content.

“Alright, I really must go.” There’s regret in his voice, and I do my best to ease that.

“Thank you for staying the night.”

Surprise colors his features, and he regards me with slight bewilderment. “Of course. I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.” The honesty in his voice is apparent. He kisses me once more before standing up, dressing magically, and teleporting out of the room.

Once I’m alone, I grin stupidly and smush my face in the pillow. So that just happened.

Too soon, my maid, Dagmar, enters, curtsies, and gets to work. She doesn’t comment on my lack of clothing or the state of the bedsheets. It’s clear what I have done, but since I’m in the room alone, Dagmar can only speculate. She quietly goes about her job, and soon I am ready for the day.

Breakfast and lunch pass normally. I do my best to pretend as if I enjoy the company of the other ladies at Court, but only about three of them are truly tolerable. Lady Sif invites me to take a walk with her, and I consider telling her about my night with Loki. I stop myself just in time. People suspecting is one thing. People knowing is another. Instead, we discuss battle strategies and she regales me with stories of her latest adventures with Thor and the Warriors Three. I’ve barely made it back to my room when there’s a knock on my door.

“Come in.”

The clink of metal alerts me to the fact that I do not have one of my usual visitors.

“Lady Y/n, the King requires your presence in the throne room. I am to escort you there.”

A rod of panic slices through my stomach.

Oh gods. Odin knows.

I swallow, not wanting the guard to see my distress. “Alright.” My voice is breathy, and I try to calm myself down. Just don’t panic, Y/n.

The guard and I begin our walk to the throne room.

You have got to calm down. Just be brave and honest and then maybe Odin won’t expose you to your father.

My heart beats rapidly.

We reach the doors of the throne room. While we wait for the order to enter, I wring my hands together nervously. Oh, I wish Loki was here.

The massive doors swing open and I gulp.

Here we go.

The scene in front of me is not at all what I expected.

Odin sits on his throne with Frigga standing at his side. Thor has placed himself a few stairs below and to the right of Odin’s throne, and Loki is half-hidden behind it. Odin, Frigga, and Thor look pleased—incredibly so—but Loki…Loki looks like he is in agony.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. The look on Loki’s face is nearly painful. I desperately want to run to him and comfort him, but that would surely seal our fate….

If us being together is even what this meeting is about.

A heavy feeling pools in my stomach as the early stages of understanding weigh on me. Oh.

“Lady Y/n, it is my pleasure to finally be able to tell you that we have received word from your father.” Odin’s eyes gleam with self-satisfaction. He has no idea of the storm of hurt, fear, and dread swirling within me. The King delivers the message I know is coming:

“Your father has found you a husband. It is time for you to be sent home.”

A/n Hello! Let me know what you thought and if you would like to be added to the tag list :)

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/637789805440368640/odins-ward-chapter-8

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Queening a Pawn, 1

I am kind of Loki trash. I take pleasure in attempting to write some of the cheesiest/most cliched fanfiction around. Honestly, my policy is that if it makes me “awww” or giggle to myself, it goes in. So enjoy this WIP and let me know what you think!

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Loki x OC 

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The air was still and silent, as it had been for the last several hours. The guards had not been around for a few hours to check on him– why would they? He was trapped in a gilded cage with little to no chance of escape. Not with those wretched manacles that stopped even the lightest whiff of his seidr to come alive. It was very early morning, if the light streaming in from the windows was to be believed– he didn't. Not that it mattered. Not that he was anything more than a sitting duck at the mercy of these annoying, useless mortals and his buffoon of a brother. Briefly, he wondered if they were ever going to attempt to torture him for information. Maybe that would liven up his current situation. 

Bright, fool-hardy whistling echoed down the concrete halls and made his ears ring uncomfortably. The blessed, unmarred silence that seemed to be soaking up all of his self-pity was now gone, which meant that the hare-brained Midgardians would be back with questions. A single human appeared within the doorway, headphones in their ears, and hands laden with a box of what seemed to be colorful ornaments. 

Loki sighed, rolling his eyes much like a petulant child. "What are you, then? Psychic? Super-strength? Power to boil me from the inside? Therapist?"

The sudden noise seemed to startle the newcomer, and they placed the box on a nearby table before turning towards the source. Behind the cardboard box was a woman. Her chocolate brown hair was cropped short, though the messy fringe fell into her eyes as she moved. It made her look messy in a very purposeful manner, like she wanted to look approachable and kind, but also didn't want you to think she didn't put effort into her appearance. The green eyes turned his direction sparkled nearly as bright and excited as the grin perched on her lips as she pulled the buds from her ears and shoved them into her jeans pocket. Loki frowned. This was… different. 

"Sorry, didn't hear you. What was that, sir?" Her head tilted sideways like a curious pup at a weird noise, though twice as enthusiastic. 

"Are they sending children in to question me now? What, not enough ice-thawed super soldiers to do the job? And Stark? What of him? It's odd he hasn't come to gloat, yet." Loki scoffed, throwing himself into the only chair available in his cell, growing more impatient with every passing moment. 

The woman's face fell, if only slightly. "Oh. You don't know, do you?" Green orbs snapped up to her saddened expression, curious. "Mister Stark died with the Titan and Captain Rogers… well, you wouldn't recognize him if you saw him."

"Who are you, then?"

"I manage the Compound. I was just putting up the Christmas ornaments." She gestured over her shoulder at the box with the trinkets, as if it were an obvious response. 

Loki frowned further, trying to process the information as it was received. A moment later, he stared back, deadpan. "You realize this is a prison, yes?"

The woman's cheeks darkened as she fidgeted with her jumper sleeves. "To be honest, I couldn't really see over the box, so–"

He rolled his eyes, opting rather to pinch at the bridge of his nose with a groan. "Norns, I am surrounded by idiots. Why am I still here?"

"Well, Sam and Valkyrie have been trying to find your brother for the lon–"

"It was a rhetorical question!" He seethed, and the woman snapped her jaw shut at once. 

She awkwardly looked around the room before her eyes stopped on a holographic chess board that was sitting just outside the cell. Clearly, this was some of Tony's sense of humor showing through the AI he left behind, FRIDAY. He would have probably summoned up the board with a how about you think about what you've done, and if not, just play with yourself. She had encountered more than a fair share of these ghosts inside the code in her time, like the nervous Is that a trick question? whenever she asked the smart mirror in her apartment if she looked OK. 

There was a single knight in play on the white side of the board. "Are you a chess enthusiast?" There was no response. "Stalking the knight out first is a powerful move." This sentence was accompanied by a huff, but no verbal retort. "FRIDAY, favorite pawn forward." The second to last pawn zoomed gracefully into place a square further and settle there. She looked up at their captive demigod, sneer locked into his lips and eyes staring dead into the wall. She waited several minutes for a move, any move, but came up empty. 

"Lilah, there you are!" Sam strode into the prison floor, still clad in his black flightsuit and more than a little on edge. "FRIDAY, tell Valkyrie Lilah's fine." The AI acknowledged the command, immediately. "What are you– are you putting up Christmas ornaments in the prison deck?"

"Just checking in with our guest," she lied, smiling. 

Sam turned on his heel to face Loki's cell. A shiver ran past him as if simply gazing upon the Liesmith gave him the heebie jeebies. "How is he, then?"

Lilah shrugged, disinterestedly. "No worse than last time."

"No, not like last time. Last-time-Loki helped save the world and his whole realm from his psycho sister. This Loki just came off trying to enslave New York."

"Tomato, tomahto. Same dude, different day, Sam." With an amused smile, she turned the glaring superhero and nudged him out ahead of her. "Someone should be down with your dinner in a bit, OK?" She assured, as if that cleared up the rest of the questions brewing in Loki's head. 

Loki knew was out of sync with the time. He could feel it in the air and with every pulse of his veins. The agents who brought him into the basement gave him a barebones recollection of what had happened– how the Titan known as Thanos, how half the population died, how time had to be altered to change the course of history. Dangerous games played by children who didn't know any better. Once the Stone had been pulled from his timeline, he had jumped, as well. 

It took an impressively short amount of time to apprehend him, as they had the benefit of time to adapt to his wily nature. He had found it odd that he was not immediately chained and scrapped for every bit of information he could give, that they didn't bother monitoring him 24/7, that there seemed to be only a handful people employed in the facility. Midgard was different: older, wiser, a little jaded. It had lost many of its heroes in a short time, it seemed. The corner of his eye caught the subtle glow of the chess board, effectively interrupting his internal monologue. 

Lilah walked cautiously across the threshold of the prison floor. In her hands she balanced a tray with covered food and a large pitcher of sweet tea. Funnily enough, none of the staff found it a great opportunity to bring their prisoner his dinner, despite the fact that he had been doing nothing but bellyaching at the walls and pout for the week he had been there. That meant it was up to her to slow walk some food and drink over to the prison desk and hope she didn't spill. Lilah wasn't particularly clumsy, but she also never had the need to carry a tray full of food and drinks across a couple of floors before. 

"I don't know what you wanted to eat, so I made you a plate with some of everything. Then, I brought sweet tea and then remembered that almost no one outside of the South likes sweet tea, so I brought you some water, but you're free to have some tea if you can tolerate it," Lilah rambled, passing a plate through the hatch on the door along with a bottle of water and a glass of sweet iced tea. Though he tried to seem disinterested, the smell of food made Loki abandon his in-bed lounging and cautiously approach the cell door. He first took the glass of tea and took a tentative sip. His face screwed up unpleasantly a moment after. "Yeah, it's an acquired taste– like watered down cane molasses."

His face turned hard as he swallowed down a few gulps of water to wash out the taste. "Is your intent to poison me?"

"I don't know. Do Asgardians get diabetes?"

"What?"

"That's a no." Glancing over her shoulder, Lilah glanced at a chair by the empty sentry desk. "Mind if I join you?" She gestured the remaining plate on the tray. 

For a long moment, he did not reply, instead glaring into her as if his eyes could become lasers and explode her from the inside out (though they probably could if he tried hard enough). "If you wish." A satisfied grin perched itself on her lips as she placed the tray on the floor and jogged over to collect the chair. She carried it right to the cell's side and collected her tray before sinking into it cross-legged. 

Loki had not moved from his place in front of the food hatch, quietly watching the mortal woman dig into a plate of vegetables, chicken and rice as if it were the most exquisite of treats. The weight of his gaze pulled her attention, and she glanced upwards. "Eat. I don't want Thor griping about you getting thin. God knows he already has enough going on in his brain. If Valkyrie even finds him."

"You must be mistaken. The Valkyries are dead," Loki says, simply, an observation. 

Lilah stopped chewing, putting down her fork back on her plate, speared carrot and all. "I suppose they still are, for you."

"Where is my brother?" Lilah hesitated. "You also said earlier that I saved my people from my sister. I don't have a sister."

"Fuck, Thor. Where the hell are you when I need you?" She muttered to herself. "FRIDAY, can you pull up the records on Asgard and Hela, please?"

"Are you sure you want to show him this, Delilah?"

The woman rolled her eyes at the AI's sass. "Do you know where Thor is?"

"King Brunnhilde has yet to find him, as of ten minutes ago."

"You know the answer, then." The glass of the prison cell lit up with pictorials of Asgard. "Some time ago Odin Allfather disappeared." An image of Odin faded into the ether on the screen. "You, in true Loki fashion, had taken up the throne dressed as his clone. Thor found out and forced you both to find him. Odin died shortly after." The images of Thor, Loki and Odin faded and Hela was left in their wake. "His death caused the release of Hela, Odin's eldest child and death-bringer to all realms. You tried to fight her off, ended up on a trash planet called Sakaar." The images on the screen turned to the bright, metal and pastels of Sakaar, complete with Hulk and Thor fighting while Loki stood in a corner laughing. 

"On Sakaar you met Brunnhilde, the last Valkyrie. Thor, Banner, and Valkyrie escaped the planet to rescue Asgard. Surprisingly, so did you." The images of Loki graciously arriving in the giant cruiser ship with Korg and Miek flashed before them, and Loki could not but feel fascinated by this stranger who wore his face. The people of Asgard smiled and thanked him as he ushered them into the ship and jumped into the fray of battle below. "Eventually Hela was defeated and you fled with your people from Asgard. They've made a new colony in Iceland called New Asgard."

"They, not you?" He asked, perceptively, brow furrowed. "I did not survive the trip," he added, matter-of-factly. 

"Thanos happened," she quipped with a sigh. She leant a small smile to him knowing full well it was not to be returned. "You died protecting your people."

Loki seemed as surprised as anyone who heard the tale from Thor, afterwards. "I died a hero?"

Lilah now smiled in earnest. "It seems you are capable of amazing things when you want to. You rose to the challenge," she finished, watching the holographic Loki sink his dagger into an undead sentinel and toss another over his shoulder with dangerous precision. 

Despite himself, Loki smirked, staring somewhat proudly at the ferocious warrior hopping around the scene. He took his plate to the small desk in his cell and tucked into his meal, seemingly satisfied with her answers thus far. Lilah followed his lead, eating her dinner in silence before picking up the remainder of her dinnerware and preparing to leave Loki, once more. Before she did, she noticed the chess board hds moved. Smiling, she glanced shortly at Loki, who had taken up a book and was quite immersed in it, though she swore she saw him briefly gaze at her while she thought of her next play. With a quick jolt of her fingers, her bishop conquered his knight. She then swore she saw him frown. 

"By the way, you can ask FRIDAY for more books, access to the archives, or movies or something. You're not meant to be here to rot in your boredom." She gave a friendly wave. "Good night, Loki."

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[scribeofmorpheus]

Himmeløyne [3/?]

Pairing: Loki Odinson x Reader

Words: 3.5k | Catch Up Here | Masterlist

Warnings: Flirty Loki during sparring sessions... I think?

A/N: So, I took a page out of one of my other fics and sped up the plot towards the end. Not much to say except... I haven’t proofread yet.

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~HEIMDALL

The stars burned with eternity's kiss, leaving colourful splashes of supernovas and violently colliding gasses across the black canvas of existence. All the while, Heimdall's eye's strained to stay open and alert.

For all his efforts in being the silent watcher, he couldn't hold the empty feeling of failure at bay. Everything around him became a muted mirage as soon as he learned the woman he once loved drew breath no longer. Worse yet, he had been too blind to realise he had a daughter. The knowledge that her energy had been masked from his sight by ancient magic’s didn't bring him comfort either.

He didn't know how to be a father. All he knew was the eternal sentence he had been charged with: to watch and protect. And in one single, magnificent instance, he had failed at both.

Heimdall had wondered many things since the Allfather had confirmed his fears. He wondered what Sigrid had named their child. He wondered what his daughter had looked like as a newborn, wrapped in a blanket all warm and small. She had been unconscious for days since her abrupt awakening. Frigga had assured him she'd live, but had been too afraid to face her.

That was going to end today. He couldn't cower in fear any longer. It was time he face his new reality.

Heimdall made his way to the healing chambers, his fingers absentmindedly trailing along the ridges of the braid of hair Sigrid had given him before he returned to Asgard. It was a habit that always calmed him, but lately, all it did was remind him of what he lost.

Guarding the entrance to the chamber was Lady Sif. She had an imposing expression on her features, she reminded Heimdall of how intimidating the Valkyrie's once stood; uncompromising sentries with fiery spirits.

"Heimdall?" She asked, unexpectant of his visit.

"Lady Sif," he greeted back. "May I have a moment with the Midgardian woman?"

"She still sleeps."

"I only mean to try and discover what magic’s she employed to blind me from her."

Sif looked at him hesitantly, then gave a simple kurt nod. "I'll give you a moment."

His daughter slept seemingly at peace, although, from the way her eyelids would twitch, he could tell it wasn't a pleasant slumber.

He respectfully placed his helmet on a nearby surface before slowly encroaching towards her.

She was beautiful in a wild and fragile way. A human who embodied the spirit of a forest. He unknowingly began to reach for her, fingers trembling.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is the great unmoving statue, Heimdall seer of worlds, away from his post?" Loki's lively voice started Heimdall's hand back to his side.

Heimdall straightened his spine, "I was simply curious as to how she managed to mask herself from my eye."

"Peculiar one, isn't she?" Loki peered over Heimdall's shoulder. "I must say, she caught my interests too."

Heimdall's jaw clenched, side-eyeing the dark prince, "How so?"

"A half-mortal witch, with powers unlike any we've ever seen, who doesn't know how to control her own abilities?" Loki scoffed with intrigue. "Even my mother is enchanted by her. Not to mention that pesky little brand marking."

Loki's brows furrowed in contemplation, his eyes staring at a symbol branded into her arm. It was the same symbol Sigrid had. She had told him it was a rite of passage for the women in her bloodline, but he knew better. That was Odin's symbol. Odin's magic.

Suddenly, everything fell into place. That symbol was the reason he couldn't sense her.

Heimdall's knuckles cracked from the pressure of his stone fist, anger biting at him.

"Perhaps you may be able to help solve this particular puzzle?" Loki asked. "It would be in the interest of Asgard's safety, after all. Wouldn't it be beneficial to know why the Jotuns attacked and why you couldn't see the attack coming? Helping me solve this would more than return your good standing in my father’s eyes."

Heimdall knew Loki was doing what Loki does best, trying to manipulate him into doing his work for him. That triggered something inside Heimdall.

"I'd watch that silver tongue of yours, my prince." Heimdall fastened his helmet back on his head. "Some are not easily swayed by your honeyed words."

Loki clasped his hands behind his back as he sauntered towards Heimdall with a cheeky grin, "You find my words honeyed? I must say, I'm flattered but--"

"I am required elsewhere," Heimdall abruptly turned and stormed out of the room.

Loki's mouth remained open mid-sentence as he watched the brooding man retreat from the room.  

"Well, he's no fun," Loki said in a bored droll.

When no one replied he was reminded that there was no one else in the room save for the unconscious Midgardian woman.

"Damn..." He placed his hands on his hips and uttered to himself: "Perhaps Thor is in a more sporting mood?"

He rubbed his hands together like a man with a scheme and disappeared into one of his portals before Sif returned.

 ~ODIN

"We'll only be gone a few days at the most," Odin informed his wife. "Heimdall assures me he knows where the giants retreated to. I've decided to take Thor with me. Perhaps, with my guidance, he will grow out of this… war courting phase of his and see reason."

Frigga patted his metal chest plate approvingly.

"Well, dear husband, have you thought on my proposal?" Frigga walked the hallways of the castle with her arm gracefully locked around Odin's.

Odin frowned, "I still believe her to be too dangerous to be allowed to stay here."

"But she has no home to go back to. No family. She is entirely alone," Frigga protested. "With us, she could learn how to use her gifts. Maybe to our advantage..."

Her eyes peered into his and Odin let out a restrained smile, "You are relentless."

"A queen has to be, my love."

They stopped once they reached the courtyard. Odin's horse had just been saddled, troops gearing up in preparation for a battle. Thor stumbled out from the direction of a tavern, his cheeks and nose dusted pink from mead. He held out his hand to call out Mjolnir. The hammer flew into his grip. Thor then dunked his head in a barrel of water and stretched his large muscles with a roaring noise emanating from his chest.

"It's time for glorious battle!" He exclaimed excitedly.

Odin sighed wearily, his face turning to Frigga's. She smiled humorously.

"I don't know why you're smiling. He's your son."

"And yours," she said.

Odin kissed her goodbye before mounting onto his seven-legged horse, "I'll have an answer about the girl when we return."

"Do not fear, Mother. When I return, your son shall be known through-out all nine realms as a great hero of Asgard!" Thor bellowed proudly.

"Just make sure he doesn't overreach and lose himself along the way," Frigga patted his cheek.

Thor swung his hammer around with a cock cocky smirk, "That's what the hammer is for!"

"Be careful!" Frigga blew them a kiss as they rode for the bi-frost

 ~Y/N

You had been in and out of consciousness for almost a week. Some days were more lucid than the others. It felt like an aeon since you'd held a single train of thought or seen a friendly face. Your mind was ill at ease, locking inside a prison of harrowing afterimages, so once you awoke, relief flushed through your system.

You gasped awake, your body less sore than the first time.

"Easy," a woman’s soothing voiced helped usher you to consciousness. "Your body may be healed, but you've been unconscious for a while."

You opened your eyes, the room looked foggy. In your groggy state, you had mistaken this woman's voice for your mothers and you called out sheepishly, "Mother?"

"Not quite dear."

You blinked away the remnants of sleep and sat up from your bed. When your vision grew clearer you got a better look at the woman. She was beautiful in a timeless way, graceful yet somehow permeating an air of wisdom. Her hair was as gold as straw, eyes mirroring the colour of her silk blue gown.

"My name is Frigga, child." She steadied you. "What's your name?"

"Y/N..." You said lowly as your eyes landed to the dark figure leaning against the door frame, beside him was a woman dressed in armour, a statuesque expression.

"Beautiful name," she mused. "Do you know where you are?"

"A- Asgard..." You said wistfully.

"That's right," she encouraged with a bright smile. "Try and stand."

You did as she suggested, your legs wobbled ever so slightly before correcting.

"Come," she urged you. Taking your hand in hers as she started walking out of the room. "Let's get you to some light."

You allowed Frigga to steer you towards the outside, thankful to be away from that accursed room that still smelt of nightmares and anxious fits.

Behind you, the man from the balcony stretched his arm out to block the intimidating woman from following after with uncomfortable closeness. She swatted his hand away, but he simply brought it back up to block her once more. "Give her space. You don't want her to wither under your… watchful eye." He said with a low lilt.

The warrior woman rolled her eyes and stayed a respectable distance from you. So did the dark-haired man.

Frigga used this private walk to try and explain everything to you. How you survived the attack, how your fate was still undecided and how you had magical abilities.  

"I- I possess magical abilities?" You couldn't believe your own words.

Frigga laughed lowly, "Don't be so alarmed child. If history has taught us anything, it's that we women have an aptitude for channelling powers more primal than most can comprehend."

"How come?" You asked

She looked at you with a prideful smirk, "Well, as my mother would tell me: It's because we're better listeners." She winked secretly.

You laughed at her unexpectedly witty retort.

"You have a marvellous laugh," Frigga commented. "It is good to see some light back in you." She rubbed your back affectionately. You were lost for words at her kindness.

"Now," She turned to face the dark-haired man and the angry-looking warrior woman. "Let me introduce you to my son, Loki. He has been charged as your mentor until Odin returns. He's well versed in the art of magic-" she leaned in closer to whisper this part: "Though I will warn you, he is a little too cunning for his own good."

Frigga leaned back up and continued, "Loki shall help train you to better understand your gifts while you stay here. And Lady Sif, over here, has been assigned to protect you."

Uncertain, you asked, "Why would I need protection here?"

Frigga paused, "Hmmm… Magic has a tendency to have a mind of its own. It's simply a precaution."

You caught Loki smile at you and tilt his head. He knew something you did not and it brought him great amusement. Frigga shot him a warning look and his face returned to a more relaxed and open expression.

Even though it wasn't said aloud, you knew the implication of having a protector. As much as you were a guest, you were also a prisoner. Those two distinctions always shared the same coin toss. No matter how much you yearned to return to simplicity, normalcy, and your own world, the realisation that you were stranded, alone and without knowledge forced you to swallow the ugly truth; you had no alternatives but for the path that lay ahead of you.

Reluctantly, you bowed your head and introduced yourself, "It'd be an honour to train under you, Prince Loki. My village has spun many tales about you."

"None too unflattering, I hope?" he replied after he took his own bow.

"Depends on what one considers flattery," you retorted, prompting Sif to huff in amusement.

"And, Lady Sif, I hope we can work in harmony around one another," you continued.

"You'll have no qualms with me as long as you abide by Asgard's rules." Her words weren't outright threatening, but there was a warning hidden behind her thin smile.

"Now that we're all acquainted, it's time you settled in," Frigga said sweetly. "Loki, would you mind showing Y/N to her quarters?"

"It would be my pleasure," he said coyly.

***

Loki's dark green attire contrasted with the light ocean tones of your room. You smirked at the thought they had chosen this room because of the fact it reminded you of the ocean. They had been correct in assuming so.

"That's a welcome change," Loki noted as he stared at your face unabashedly.

You rose a quizzical brow. He pointed to your lips.

"The smile. My mother will be delighted to learn you found the room to your liking," he guessed the cause of your smile accurately.

He stepped closer, examining you intensely. You felt like his gaze was striping you bare, except there was no lust in his eyes -not like you'd seen in Baldrick's eyes that day in the forest. No, Loki looked at you with the surgical brow of a healer inspecting a patient. You felt anxious as he looked down at you, your spine shivering.

"You've healed well..." His cold fingers hovered close to your chin but didn't touch it. Then his eyes dropped lower at the newly formed scar peeking out over your cleavage cut. His fingers grazed the scarred tissue making you remember all the horrors that birthed it. You recoiled away from his touch instinctively, your hand pulling the fabric closer to hide the long lateral scar. "Not completely, it seems."

He clasped his hands behind his back in an obvious manner. He took a step back letting you find comfort in space.

"You should rest," Loki said. "We begin training tomorrow."

As he walked passed you, you turned and asked, "Where will I find you?"

"The courtyard. Don't worry about how to get there. Lady Sif will never be too far from you. A watchful hawk, she is. She'll bring you to me." He said flatly. "Rest up. Tomorrows your first lesson."

"What is my first lesson?"

He smirked devilishly, "The first lesson of everything: control."

 ~One Week Later~

 "Don't get too cocky," Loki murmured pleasantly against your ear as he held you in an arm lock. "We both know who the master is here..."

You scoffed at his breezy attitude. You'd been training together for a week now and you'd come to learn that Loki loved to win. But more than anything, he enjoyed to taunt you. It turns out his version of teaching you magic was to spar. The goal: knock down your opponent with any and every trick in the book. He explained that learning to control magic in a calm and safe environment was useless in a real struggle. This way he'd get to have some fun while teaching you to keep your wits about you while you burned all your pent up aggression from your nightmares on him.

"Not for long," you said confidently as you used your magic to push his body away from yours in a pulse of electrified blue energy.

Loki stumbled but caught his balance, his daggers still held tightly in his hands.

"A commendable effort," He praised with a sarcastic bow before he threw a dagger at you. You telekinetically drew your shield towards you from the place he had knocked it down earlier, shielding yourself from the projectile. It bounced off your shield with a resonating ping.

"Your abilities have grown beyond my expectations," he said through ragged pants, pulling his hair back with his free hand.

Loki sprinted after you and you bashed his attacked away with your shield, a gonging noise echoing out.

Sif and Frigga stood and watched your exchange from the balcony above the courtyard. Their expression stark opposites of one another; Frigga's filled with excitement while Sif looked beyond bored.

"I have an excellent teacher," you said.

Loki smiled, "Nice try-" Loki opened several portals, pulled your weapons through each adjacent portal and materialised them several feet away, leaving you disarmed. He then managed to lock you in a second grip, "But I fear flattery cannot afford you any special treatment."

You felt his chest move up and down raggedly against your back, your hands gripping his elbows locked around your neck.

"Perhaps I was trying to distract you," you said suggestively as you tilted your head to face him. Your eyes staring into his as you licked your lips slowly.

Loki's mouth hung open before you used his dazed state to exchange positions, your magic flinging his dagger out of his hand and into yours.

Loki grumbled in disappointment, "You toy with my feelings so easily." You laughed in soft breathy exhales while he found a blind spot in your stance and slithered out of your grasp. Then he continued dramatically: "I'm hurt."

"Admit it, it was working," you said with some trouble as the flush set in on your cheeks.

"I shall do no such thing," he whispered in your ear in triumph.

"Time out," you patted his arm and he let you go. Loki handed you a flask of water once he finished drinking from it and then wiped the sweat from his face and arms with a cooled towel. You swallowed down the water greedily, your eyes lingering a little too long on his exposed muscles before you turned to look up at Sif -Frigga now out of sight. "Is she always going to be there, hovering over my shoulder, never farther than a stone's throw away."

Loki followed your eyes, "Sif is… a difficult nut to crack, slow to trust outsiders. She still thinks you're dangerous. And if your aptitude for magic is any indication, she's not wrong."

You exhaled at his blatant attempt at flattery, before pointing out nonchalantly: "You aren't trembling in my presence."

Loki arched a brow and smirked, "I only make it a habit to tremble from pleasure, young apprentice. Not fear."

Your eyes went wide as you choked on the flask of water mid swig causing Loki to snicker playfully.

Your face lit up with the inklings of an idea.

"I suppose that means I should change up my tactics," you flirted.

"I'd be happy to give you some pointers sometime," Loki added as he put his coat on.

You sauntered with purpose over to him, "Why not right now?"

Loki looked back up at Sif, "I don't like an audience."

Before he could say anything else, you used your magic to call forth several vines that were creeping along the walls of the palace, wrapping him firmly in a spiralling knot.

"Hkkk! You tricked me?" His eyed you up and down with a fiendish smile on his lips. "Maybe I should fear you, using such devious tactics to declare a win after you called time out."

Your boot kicking up the dagger laying on the ground into your palm. The blade pressed firmly against his Adams apple, your face within a hairsbreadth away from his, noses almost touching, lips barely an inch away.

"Don't act like this isn't the type of stunt you'd pull..."

"I may be sore, but I'm not a sore loser. I know when it's time to concede." His hands peeking out of the vines waved in defeat, a mirage of a white piece of fabric being waved about. You undid the veins and set them back onto the walls they came from in sparkling glints of magic.

Loki worked the kinks out of his neck in slow circles, "Alas, fair maiden, this round is yours.

Your ego was thoroughly inflated as you rose your hands in the air in triumph. The on-lookers clapping, laughing and murmuring.

Loki bowed in honourable defeat but whispered low enough for only you to hear, "Heed my words when I say, your victory will not be long-lived. Enjoy it while it lasts."

Loki winked and you felt the sizzle of electricity run through you.

You may not know much about this new world, but one thing you knew for sure: Loki was trouble. Not just any kind of trouble, the fun kind. And after everything, you deserved a little fun.

<<Chapter Four>>

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[terry-perry]

Promises pt. 1

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning: Breakup angst, 2012!Loki

A/N: Requested by an Anon! I’ve wanted to make this as angsty as possible, but ended up making it longer than expected while doing so. So I cut it into two parts.  First part set around Thor and The Avengers.

Years ago...

“This is the third time this month you’ve returned with this request,” Heimdall stated to the young prince. “You’re usually more discreet with these meetings,”

“This one is a matter of importance Heimdall,” Loki explained. “It can’t wait another month or so,”

Loki could’ve sworn he saw the corners of Heimdall’s lips curl up somewhat, though it was too little to properly notice.

“This is unlike you Loki,” he stated. “Not the sneaking around; that’s almost expected of you. What’s out of character is the lengths you’re going through to be with this Midgardian. Even for an insignificant amount of time. She must be someone truly special.”

Loki rolled his eyes at that, but he also couldn’t help but agree internally with the effect you had on him.

“Just be sure to keep this between us, as always,” he merely replied with.

“If your father or brother insist on knowing your whereabouts, I’ll have no choice but to tell them,” Heimdall stated, repeating the words he spoke every time Loki planned on going to Earth.

And also as always, Loki attempted to use his silver tongue to help reassure the sentry.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to keep this brief.”

You looked out the window, deep in thought. Your mind seemed to be racing nonstop nowadays, thinking about when you’d see Loki again. The two of you had been in your secret relationship for many months now, and it was truly amazing for the most part. Yet with how he was from somewhere else beyond your world, his encounters with you were sometimes made short. It was as though the two of you were like an otherworldly Romeo and Juliet.

Romantic thoughts that were crossing your head were interrupted by the jiggling of the doorknob to your front door. You turned your head to the noise, your lovely thinking replaced with worry. The jiggling stopped, now turning to the sound of the door opening. You grabbed the baseball bat from under your bed and tiptoed out of your room. You crept into the hallway and spotted the lights in your kitchen that you knew were meant to be off.

You tightened the grip on your bat as you heard light scuffling, preparing yourself ready to strike. That was until your view made sight of your boyfriend standing in the middle of your den as if waiting for you. He showed off a grin when admiring your defensive state.

“Loki…” you breathed out in a loving manner, all fear leaving you in an instant.

“{NAME}...” Loki responded just as warm and feathery.

You dropped the bat and immediately ran into his arms, resulting in him almost tumbling to the floor. Luckily he was able to find his footing again and gave out a small laugh as the two of you tightly held each other.

“Baby, you said we needed to be more careful with our meetings,” you told him, pulling away somewhat to look at him.

“My love, you should know by now that my word hardly means a thing,” he teased before reverting back to his sincere state.“I just couldn’t stay away for too long.”

“I’ve been missing you too,” you whispered into his shoulder. “The longer you’re gone, the more it feels like this is all just some incredible dream.”

“I promise you darling, it won’t be long until we can finally be together,”

“You say that every time we meet,”

“Well this time I mean it. I’ve decided to leave Asgard and come here to be with you.”

You pulled away again, surprised and unsure about what your lover just said. “No. Loki, are you serious?”

He nodded, his hands going over yours resting on his chest.

“My brother is set to take the throne any day now. Once he’s done so, I’ll tell my family about us.”

“That is a really big decision,” you stated, slightly shaking your head. “Are you sure that you’ve fully thought this through? I don’t want you to throw away any possibility of a good future for yourself over being with me.”

Loki took your hands in his fully, your fingers entwining.

“Any future I have wouldn’t be complete without you {NAME},” he admitted softly, his rare vulnerability beginning to fully come out. You seemed to be the only one who had the ability to bring it out like that.

“I don’t care if my powers are taken away from me. I’d rather have a mortal life here with you, where we can share a home together, get married, maybe even start a family of our own if you’d like.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as a small smile formed as a result from hearing all he wished to have with you. With a little, yet affectionate, beam of his own, Loki released one of his hands to hold the side of your face.

“I’d love that,” you spoke in a hush.

Several months later….

You lied on your stomach in bed; your pillow that rested under your chin helped elevate your view somewhat of the window in your room showing the starry night. You watched in silent wonder the numerous falling stars go by. Nights like that one always had you making a wish on each star that you saw soaring by. And it was always the same wish. Even a part of you hoping that he was one of those stars, making his way back to you.

You had lost count of the days since you had last seen Loki. It was normal for him to be gone for about a month or two since he wanted to keep his interactions with you as inconspicuous as possible from his strict father. But with your last encounter being what it was, you had expected him to return to you as soon as he could. Had his family found out about his secret relationship with you and forbade him to see you again? Or had he perhaps gotten cold feet and decided to stay on Asgard instead?

No. Not your Loki. You knew he wouldn’t have just left you alone without an explanation. Something must’ve happened after your last meeting that resulted in his longer than usual absence. Just when you were about to close your eyes to make your wish once again, you heard your front door being opened.

It can’t be! You thought.

Had your wishing gone far enough to actually get you what you wanted?

Not wanting to be too optimistic, you reached for your bat and got up to investigate. Feeling a moment of deja vu, you silently inched your way to the center of your apartment. With Cautious steps, you stepped out until reaching to your destination. Once again you were meant with the sight of none other than your Loki standing in front of you. Overcome with deep longing, you had no choice but to hug him.

“Lok!” You called out eagerly. “Where have you been? I had thought the worst!”

Getting no response, you pulled back to see the man before you. He transformed his Midgardian attire into his usual Asgardian outfit, along with some kind of antler-like crown and glowing scepter. You stared at this new sight with confusion.

“Loki…” you managed to exhale. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve come to a realization,” he finally responded with. “You were meant to rule beside me. As my queen.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, completely dumbfounded.

He paced around your den, having you watch him illustrate all he had in mind.

“I was never meant to rule Asgard,” he explained. “I was meant for things far beyond my world. I was right before in saying that I stay on this world with you!”

He halted his pacing to share an almost too out of character gleeful grin with you, then continuing with his excitement on his own. But also going on with expressing this epiphany to you.

“I should’ve never tried to compare myself to my father, or my oafish brother,” he said. “Because I’ve realized recently that I can be so much more. Especially since I shall have a worthy Queen by my side to help with anything that gets in our way.”

He walked towards you, but you walked further back.

“{NAME}?” He questioned you, taking another step forward, yet with uncertainty.

Like him, you mimicked your actions and stepped away.

“I’m not afraid to do this on my own, but I’d rather do this with the woman I love,”

With that he stuck out his hand. The side of you that had missed your lover begged you to grab ahold of it. Yet you attached your gaze onto his icy blue stare. When doing so, the other side of you that was growing uncertain of this new demeanor of his was warning you to be weary. Telling you that once you took his hand, danger would soon follow everywhere you two would go.

“What about what we had talked about the last time we were together?” You asked, trying to stay hopeful. “What about all that you promised we’d have? A home, marriage, children?”

He stroked his knuckle against your cheek, resulting in a shudder from you. Though you wondered if it was from pleasure or fear.

“We can still have all that,” he claimed. “And more.”

“But I never wanted anything more,” you exclaimed, releasing yourself from his touch by stepping back again.

“Loki, what we had dreamt about in the past, seems like it’ll stay in the past. Because this new mindset you have developed is not what we had agreed upon when planning for the future,”

It was his turn to step back, in disbelief with what you had to say about the situation.

“This isn’t you Loki,” you continued. “I don’t know what’s happened to make you act this way. But whatever it is you have planned, you leave me out of it.”

You noticed the grip on the scepter he held grew tighter as his fist grew whiter than normal.

“If you will not join me,” he responded in an almost growl, his usually light eyes darkening whilst keeping his stare at you. “I shall have no choice but to see you as merely another complication in my path.”

“Then so be it,” you simply answered with, doing all that you could to remain stoic.

He advanced towards you again, resulting in you having your back hitting the wall when walking back. You thought you might’ve seen the scepter he held take an almost hesitant pause at tilting forward, on its way to tap your chest. But the action happened before you could hardly blink. What you didn’t miss was the audible scoff Loki spewed out as he got out of your personal space and made his way to the door.

“The next time we meet,” he said next, baring his clenched teeth as he tried to keep his emotions bottled in. “I will be ruler of this planet. And those who refuse to kneel before me shall suffer severe consequences,”

He returned his eyes to you, stinging you with a glare that showcased his anger and slight sadness at your rejection.

“Let’s hope you have wizened up by then.”

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Enhanced in Sokovia (Part 4)

Plot: Y/N, the first success of three from Strucker’s Enhanced experiments, escapes from Sokovia and runs into the Avengers, then helps them return for Loki’s staff. Following the events of Age of Ultron, Y/N and Pietro go from enemies into a romance.

Part 1         Part 2        Part 3 

A/N: Starting in the next part, I will be deviating slightly from the script.

Warnings: Mentions of torture spread throughout, bad words

Word Count Total: 2190 (they just continue to get longer, don’t they?)

Title: Enhanced in Sokovia

Part 4

You rushed the boat this Klaue guy was hiding in with his stash of Vibranium. This time, you were on the team. The practice with your powers had improved, so you were more experienced and able to attend the party. They had even given you a suit, similar to Natasha’s. you’d been given permission to add some changes to it, but you hadn’t had the time to do so.

Through the banter between the Avengers and Ultron, the other two with powers showed up.

“Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It's what, comfortable? Like old times?” He sounded kind of cute. Too bad he wasn’t on your side.

“This was never my life,” Tony responded

“You two can still walk away from this,” Steve added, because if he couldn’t keep one kid out of this, maybe he could with any others.

“Oh, we will,” Wanda hissed.

“Not with that attitude, you won’t,” you responded. She scowled directly at you, now. You scowled back.

And just when you thought Tony could get Ultron to start monologuing, the Iron Legion – or what was left of them – burst in.

Using your powers, you did your best to destroy them, but had to stop when a pain in your arm flared up.

You got shot in the arm by one of Klaue’s men and went down. You bit your lower lip so hard to stay stable enough not to go on your back, rather a knee, that an irony taste filled your mouth.

You felt something moving behind you, whether it was air movement or detecting another Enhanced, and spun around, catching her hand. “NO!”

There was redness swimming in her palm. You pulled up a fireball in yours and something knocked you over. When you stood up, she was gone. You felt no different and your head was clear.

“Guys, is this a Code Green?” Bruce called over the comms.

“No Bruce!” you shouted, but you couldn’t be sure if he heard you.

“Thor! Status?” called Steve through the earpiece.

“The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty….” Thor’s voice trailed off and your stomach sank. She’s gotten him.

“Whoever’s standing, we gotta move! Guys?” Clint called.

“I’m here, Clint! I think I’m the only one.”

“How?”

“I surprised her by knowing when she was coming and stopped her. The other one knocked me over as I tried to burn her.” You moved your arms and hissed in pain. “I got hit in the arm with a bullet, but there are other things to worry about.” Before you could finish, Ultron interrupted you.

“Ah, the Vibranium’s getting away.”

“And you’re not going anywhere,” Tony replied.

“Of course not, I’m already there. You’ll catch on. But first, you might need to catch Dr. Banner.”

You gasped and Stark shot Ultron. You both ran for Bruce. The witch had worked her magic over him and he had transformed into the Hulk, who took over and was running rampant through the nearest town in an attempt to get away from the witch’s mind terrors, which the others had fallen into. You assisted in getting the other team members out, as Tony had waved you off – he had the Hulkbuster, after all.

After getting everyone out and Tony knocking out Hulk, everyone piled into the Quinjet.

With your hands folded in front of you and your chin rested on them. Thor was pacing, Bruce was curled up in sweats and his headphones, Steve was completely silent, and Tony paced behind Clint as he flew the Quinjet away. Maria was on a small screen and Tony was talking to her, but you couldn’t catch what she said.

The group was fractured. You didn’t know how this would pass over, nor if anyone would recover. You could tell everyone had their fair share of terrors with how they reacted, but you didn’t know how you could help.

Finally, the jet landed.

“Hi, company. Sorry I didn’t call ahead.” Clint kissed who was evidently his wife. “This is Laura.”

“I know most of your names.” She gave a small wave.

“Ooh, incoming,” Clint bent over and held out his arms.

“Dad!” Two children ran up to Clint and he picked up the girl.

“How are you guys doing?” Clint kissed his son’s head.

“Did you bring Auntie Nat?” his daughter asked.

Clint let her down and Natasha grinned. “Why don’t you hug her and find out?” she asked before picking up the girl. You felt a pang in your chest, wishing you had that sort of relationship with a mother figure. A loss of your family, and still not quite fitting in with this one.

By the time you began paying attention to the conversation again, Natasha was asking about a little Natasha, and being told the little one was now Nathaniel.

“Traitor,” Natasha said to the unborn baby. Thor walked out of the house abruptly and Steve went after him. It only had brought your attention and no one else’s.

“Laura, this is Y/N. We’ve all kind of adopted her.” Clint walked over to you.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Do you like toast?”

“I-I haven’t had toast in a long time. Do you have jam?”

Laura smiled.

- - -

A little later, you were pulling water out of glasses and making it fly through the air, entertaining little Cooper and Lila. You didn’t notice Clint and Laura watching from behind you with a smile, nor an eyepatched fellow walking in with Tony and Steve until you heard him ask what the hell was going on. The water fell to the floor and you spun around. The kids loved it, but Laura looked alarmed. Guilt ate at you and you pulled as much water up as you could and refilled the glasses. She smiled at you and the guilt lifted most of itself.

Once Laura had put the kids to bed, the team gathered with the eyepatch man in the dining room to talk about Ultron. According to Nick Fury, the man, Ultron was everywhere, but didn’t have access to missiles yet.

“The human race doesn’t need to be protected, they need to evolve,” Bruce concluded. “Ultron’s going to evolve.”

“How?” asked Nick.

“Has anyone contacted Helen Cho?”

You thought back to what you knew about her profession and dread filled you.

You all filed out quickly once no one could reach Dr. Cho and into the Quinjet. You personally thanked Laura for her hospitality and left. The flight was too long for everyone’s liking and upon arrival, Steve paired with Natasha and Clint, Tony having been dropped off at a place called NEXUS, and Nick Fury taking Bruce back to the tower.

“Steve, what should I do?”

“I need you to run backup.”

“My powers aren’t developed enough, are they?” you asked miserably.

“Actually, a little bit of you might be just what the twins need.”

You chased after the Cradle on a semitruck, where Ultron’s new body was. But there was no Wanda, nor Pietro.

“I don’t see the twins!”

“Keep watching!” Steve yelled into the coms.

Sentry bots come after Clint, but turn around to get back to the trailer, but you have to take your attention off the trailer when you see a grey streak speed around to Steve.

“Steve, they’re coming directly to you!”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

You hurried away from your perch on a nearby building and to Steve.

“Nat! Anyone see Nat?” Clint asked over the comms.

“If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!” Steve yelled back.

“Do you have eyes on Nat?”

“Go!”

You watched the train come close and calculated your descent. God, were you bad at math, but you landed on the train with the help of your air abilities and shoved your way in. The twins were already onboard.

“Civilians in our path. Can either of you stop this thing?” He turned to you after Pietro ran off.

You looked at Wanda and she looked at you. “We’ll work on it.”

You bought ground up in front of the train, bringing vines to grab it, too, as Wanda braked the train wheels.

After the train stopped, you and Steve hopped off after the twins.

“I just need a minute,” Pietro said to Wanda.

“I’m very tempted not to give you one.” Steve strolled up to them, you on his tail.

The twins looked up at Steve and you.

“The Cradle, did you get it?” Wanda asked.

“Stark will take care of it.”

“No, he won't.”

“You don't know what you're talking about, Stark's not crazy.”

“He will do anything to make things right.”

The dread filled your stomach again and you weren’t sure if it was from her words, or the way her brother was looking at you. He eyed you curiously, and that was not something you needed.

Once back at the compound after Clint picked you up on another go-round, you heard Bruce and Tony bickering about the new game player in the Cradle.

“I'm gonna say this once,” Steve warned.

“How about ‘nonce’?” Tony fired back.

“Shut it down!”

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

“You don't know what you're doing.”

“And you do? She's not in your head?” Bruce asked, pointing to Wanda.

“I know you're angry,” she said.

Bruce chuckled drily, almost menacingly. “Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade.”

“Banner, after everything that’s happened....” Steve warned.

“Whoa, hang on!” you said at the same time.

“That’s nothing compared to what's coming!” Tony protested.

“You don't know what's in there!” Wanda argued back. “The creature...!”

Pietro sped around the room, unplugging everything and everyone shut up. “No, no. Go on. You were saying?”

Glass shattered below his feet and he fell through the hole in the floor as a bullet shot up.

“Pietro!” Wanda cried.

“What, you didn’t see that coming?” Clint asked snarkily. You couldn’t hide a grin at Clint, but your happiness was short-lived as Thor charged the Cradle with a hammer hit and lightning. A red android body emerged and looked up. You could see the wonder in Wanda’s face.

“I’m sorry,” it said, sounding like JARVIS, “That was… odd. Thank you.”

As Steve and Thor and everyone else stood in awe at the new creature, Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re the girl who ran past our cells at the facility.”

“Probably.” You crossed your arms.

“They had to crack down on security for weeks after.”

“How many survivors from the program?” Tony asked after noticing something else was going on.

“Just us three, I suppose,” you muttered. Wanda nodded.

You felt a breeze to your left and turned to see Pietro looking at you curiously again. You scowled at Wanda, not letting her get off this easily. “You’re the one who almost ruined the team.”

“Yes, but it was painful.”

You snorted. “So when you had control of our minds, you had to suffer, too? Oh, tough.”

Pietro raced in front of you, between you and his sister. “Do not talk to my sister that way.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, pal. Neither of you are to be trusted.”

He appeared behind you in a rush, holding your wrists tightly. “It is too bad you don’t like us, because I sure liked you up to the point where you threatened my sister,” he muttered in your ear.

“I don’t need you to like me.” You tugged away from him. The proximity was not supposed to get your heart racing.

“It is a good thing I don’t, then.”

Wanda stepped between the two of you, hands outstretched. “All we need is to work together long enough to solve this problem and then go our separate ways.”

“Fine with me,” you snarled at Pietro.

“And me.”

You turned back to the new creature as Pietro released you. “Why do you sound like JARVIS?”

Tony spoke carefully. “We... we reconfigured JARVIS' matrix to create something new.”

Steve scoffed. “I think I've had my fill of new.”

“You think I'm a child of Ultron?” the creature asked.

“You're not?”

“I'm not Ultron. I'm not JARVIS. I am... I am.”

Wanda stepped forward. “I looked in your head and saw annihilation.”

“Look again.”

Clint snorted. “Yeah. Her seal of approval means jack to me.”

Thor pointed out how the powers that you and the twins had, the day nightmares, and Ultron came from the stone in its forehead.

“Are you? On our side?” Steve asked.

“I don’t think its that simple.”

“Well, it better get real simple real soon,” Clint pointed out.

“I am on the side of life. Ultron isn’t, he will end it all.”

“What’s he waiting for?” Tony asked.

“You.”

“Where?” Bruce asked.

“Sokovia,” Clint said.

“Natasha’s there,” you breathed. He nodded.

This ‘vision’ philosophized about his situation and what he was, and then handed Thor Mjolnir.

“Well,” you said in an attempt to diffuse the tension. “I suppose it’s time to go, then.”

“Three minutes. Get what you need.” Steve nodded.

- - -

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor trying to be a better brother, Odin being a terrible father... I lied about the fluff... it's not in this part lol but it's coming I swear 💚 I know this part is short but it was getting way too long so I keep breaking it up

"No! He can't do this," you think angrily. Your mind is spinning and your heart races. How could he take this away from his own son.

"You dare to tell me what I can and can not do!?" the king asks in a booming voice and you suddenly freeze.

You look at Loki, his eyes filled with fear and realize you didn't think that, you said it out loud. Odin slowly takes a step forward and you fight the urge to turn and run.

The only sounds you can hear in the crowded room are Odin's heavy footsteps as he decends the stairs and the pounding of your heart. Loki slips his hand free from yours as his father comes closer, he moves to stand in front of you protectively. It does nothing to stop the king, however, his eyes are fixed on you.

The king glares at you and says, "This does not concern you."

You don't know what gives you the strength or courage but you find yourself taking a step forward so you are next to Loki. He glances at you and you can tell he is obviously worried but you stand tall in front of the king and the whole council. You take Loki's hand again and answer Odin, "This concerns me because your ruling effects Loki's future and I care about him, unlike you or would seem."

Loki pulls you closer to him and further from his father but neither of you back away from the king.

"It is now becoming even clearer why we need to update the marriage law," Odin states, looking at the members of the council. He looks directly at Loki, "The prince does not understand his duty to this kingdom and that marriage is not to be taken lightly." Then he looks at you, "And you do not know your place."

"My place is with your son," you tell him.

"And my place is with Y/N," Loki adds in agreement.

A council member to your right says, "Prince Loki, you may think your place is with this soldier but you have a responsibility to follow the king's orders, as do we all."

You feel your chest tighten, you already know the answer to that question. You had spent many nights wondering if you were good enough for Loki.

"Is this really about my obligations as a prince?" he asks the council, "Or do you simply not think Y/N is worthy of my hand in marriage?"

"Lieutenant is barely an officer," an older woman says.

"If we take into account her family's years of service and the ranks they reached, we can easily assume she will at least rise to major like her parents before her," a younger man counters.

"Not for many, many years," another man responds.

"The law only states that a soldier must be a captain, that's clearly an obtainable rank," a woman you barely recognize defends you.

"But she is not yet a captain," someone argues. The chatter and disagreements begin to mix together and become louder as each person fights to have their opinion heard.

You keep your hand in Loki's, holding onto him to keep your bearings as you try to follow the numerous conversations. He squeezes your hand gently and you look up at him. He tries to give you a reassuring smile but you can clearly see he is as nervous as you are. None of this has gone the way he had planned and you are both terrified of what could happen.

"Enough of this!" Odin raises his voice, causing the room to go quiet in an instant. "I have made my decision."

"Father, please. Don't do this to us," Loki begs his father but the king seems unphased by how much he is hurting his son.

"Your highness-" you start but can't finish your thought.

"One more word from you..." he threatens and you become quiet, moving closer to Loki.

The queen moves forward, you had almost forgotten she was in the throne room as she sat quietly and observed the arguments. You and Loki both look at her with a mixture of hope and desperation. Is she going to overrule the king as she had when he wanted to send you away? Does she have a clever suggestion to keep you together? Is she going to agree with her husband? Your mind races as you wait for her to speak.

"I wish to hear what Lieutenant Y/L/N has to say," she says calmly.

Odin turns to look at his wife and something in his demeanor changes. You can't tell if he loves his wife but you can see he respects her enough to not challenge her in front of the council. He looks back at you and waves his hand slightly, "Very well, but these will be your final words in my presence."

You swallow hard and Loki squeezes your hand again to make sure you know you have his support.

"I love Asgard and I have dedicated my life to serving the crown and this kingdom," you begin, unsure of where you are going. "I admit, I am at a loss to discover that this means little to you. I have fought to protect the Bifrost, I have shed blood defending our outposts, I am willing to die in place of the royal family as a sworn sentry. Does this truly make me less worthy of marrying Loki than a woman who was born into one of the council families purly by chance?"

The members of the council begin to whisper again, discussing the question you posed but your attention turns to Loki. You keep your eyes locked on his and tell him, "I don't know what will happen but I need you to know that I will never stop loving you, even if they pull us apart."

"I will never let them take you from me, I promise," he says and you believe him with your whole heart.

The queen nods when you look back towards her but she looks heartbroken for her son and you fear she won't interfere again.

"Now, let us put this nonsense behind us and-" the king begins.

"Wait," Thor interrupts him as gasps spread through the crowd. Now it is Thor who approaches the edge of the throne. Odin glares at his oldest son but says nothing, allowing him to continue.

"I think it would be wise to explain why you truly want to disregard the existing law," he says.

"I have made my opinion on the matter perfectly clear and above all else, it is simply outdated," Odin answers but you can tell the council members are not sure that is the whole truth.

"If you do not tell them," Thor threatens calmly, "I will."

"What are you talking about brother?" Loki asks, his voice full of confusion.

Before Thor can respond, Odin says, "You will do no such thing."

Thor pauses for a moment as if weighting the pros and cons of disobeying his father and you hold your breath while he decides. He avoids Odin's stare and looks at you and Loki. "Loki," he starts.

"Stop this now," Odin commands.

Thor doesn't stop, "We knew about this law, we have for years."

"What?" Loki takes a small step back in shock. "You knew and you said nothing? Even after you knew how I felt about Y/N?"

"Yes but there was nothing to be done," his brother explains. "Even if I had told you, you would still never be allowed to marry her."

"Why not? Why are we being punished?" Loki asks desperately looking from his brother to his father and back at Thor.

"You are not being punished, you are being used as a pawn," Thor says, looking down as if he is ashamed to admit the truth. The queen looks to Odin, her eyes full of questions. The council begins to whisper again as they attempt to figure out if anyone knows what Thor is referring to.

"A pawn," Loki repeats, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the floor. You hold him tightly, hoping to bring his attention back to you.

"Everyone out!" Odin orders the council to clear the throne room but no one moves.

"What is Prince Thor saying?" one person asks. "A pawn in what game?" asks another. Dozens of questions fly through the air until Loki finally looks up again.

"Brother," he says and the room goes silent. "Please, tell me what you mean? That I am to be used?"

"I'm sorry Loki," he says and your heart pounds faster. "You can't marry Y/N, because you have been promised to another."

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Unofferable

TITLE: Unofferable

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1, Arrivals AUTHOR: unofferable-fic ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Frigga bringing you to Asgard as a child after finding you abandoned and injured on Midgard. Uncertain as to what happened to you, Odin allows the healers save your life, and the Allmother makes it her duty to ensure your safety. 

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Implied violence against children, descriptions of injuries, angst. Playlist: “Foxbeard” - Run River North, “A summer by the sea I” - Library Tapes

Evening had just settled upon Asgard. The bright sun hid itself behind the clouds as the stars and moon took their turn out in the open, their mild light glinting off the smooth surfaces of the palace. All was quiet and calm, the only noises coming from the gentle wind and palace guards on their usual patrol.

The great noise and extravagant light of the Bifröst being used cut through the calm atmosphere, signalling the return of Queen Frigga. Heimdall stood guard as always and regarded the woman in his usual monotone, but his greeting went surprising unacknowledged. The Queen walked with haste and purpose, carrying a small form in her arms. Bloodstains covered the front of her formally elegant dress and a limp arm hung over the edge of the body, swaying as she walked. As was his duty as guardian sentry, Heimdall informed Frigga that she would have to speak with the King before bringing outsiders (let alone mortals) into their realm, but his words fell on deaf ears. Her expression was a mixture of determination and purpose, with the smallest dash of fear that he could easily see. As guards marched up the rainbow bridge to escort her back to the castle, they paused together, having finally noticing the body she carried as she hurried towards them.

“Send for the healers,” she commanded them, slightly out of breath. “And tell them that their services are urgently needed.”

“My Queen,” one guard began, looking between her and the body. “Have you been injured?”

Her tone never wavered beyond that of a regal, just queen. “It is not me who needs help, it is this child. Go, now!”

One guard did as informed while the other two began to accompany her into the Asgardian Palace. Their offers to carry the child, a small girl, were rejected several times. The halls of the castle echoed with the sound of urgent footfalls on the marble floors, some of the guards and maids curiously looking at the reserved commotion as it passed them by. Hushed words were exchanged at the sight of an unconscious mortal in the palace.

This was how I first ended up in Asgard; a defenceless child on the brink of death, carried in the arms of a loving queen. Nifty, huh?

As Frigga made her way towards to Healers’ Wing that was already being prepped for the arrival of some mysterious child in need, word from Heimdall that the Queen had brought a mortal into Asgard quickly found its way to King Odin in his throne room. Frigga knew that he was informed when she arrived at her destination to find the entrance guarded by two of the King’s personal guards.

“I am sorry, my Queen,” one of them said robotically. “But the Allfather has ordered for us to bring you to the throne room, along with the Midgardian. 

“This child needs help,” she replied, holding on to whatever patience she had left. “I am your queen and you will stand aside.”

Neither of them flinched. “They are the King’s orders that you be brought before him.”

“Take me if you so insist, but the girl needs to be seen to.”

“Not until you have spoken with the King.”

Finally, Frigga’s patience snapped. “She will die if not tended to.”

Neither of them spoke a word, instead giving her blank stares from beneath their helms. Seeing that there was no way she would be able to get them to let her through, she allowed them to escort her to the throne room where her husband waited for her arrival.

The walk was a rushed one, mostly because of Frigga’s insistence. As the minutes ticked by, she grew more and more concerned for the small being lying limp in her arms, breathing shallow and shaky. She peered down at her occasionally, the girl’s face hidden as it was nestled into her dress. Although the soldiers were brimming with curiosity, none of them dared to question why their queen had come back from Midgard with one of the inhabitants, an injured one, at that.

The huge doors to the even larger throne room were pushed open, revealing the mostly vacant Valaskjalf. A lone figure resided at the end of the room, sitting proudly upon the golden throne. Odin remained seated with his spear, Gungnir, in hand as his wife was led forward, clutching the little girl’s body tighter to her chest. Her dresses trailed along the stainless floors, her own journey to the steps reflected back up at her. Upon arrival at the lower steps, the guards bowed before stepping aside, leaving Frigga to stand before her husband.

Odin silently regarded her for a moment before he spoke in a booming voice. “My wife, you are aware of the rules and restrictions that are upheld in relation to outsiders being brought through the Bifröst, are you not?”

What kept Frigga calm was that his tone was not condescending or negative, but that of a King who has to do what was expected of him.

“I am aware, Odin,” she replied, remaining polite but ignoring all formalities due to the urgency of the situation. “As you know I am, but such an urgent situation required immediate action to be taken. She would have died if left on Midgard and she will still die here if we do not help her.”

Odin leaned forward in his throne, his steely gaze landing on the girl in his wife’s arms. “And why would you insist on bringing a lowly Midgardian back with you to Asgard? What significance is she to you?”

“None, my King,” Frigga replied, both her gaze and stance confident. “But I would not leave behind a defenceless child to perish alone when she could be saved.”

A look of recognition flashed over Odin’s features for a fraction of a second before it just as quickly disappeared. That split second of silent interaction spoke more words than any of those around them could comprehend.

Odin didn’t get a chance to respond, as the sound of the doors bursting open interrupted the conversation. Both the King and Queen’s attention was drawn to the end of the hall as Thor and Loki made their way towards them, the latter walking slightly behind the former.

“Mother!” Thor called her in delight. “We had heard of your return!”

“My sons,” Frigga greeted them, somewhat despondently as they got closer.

Confusion covered the two brothers’ faces as they spotted the limp form in their mother’s arms.

Loki’s brows furrowed at the sight of blood on her dress. “Mother, are you alright? Have you been hurt?”

She shook her head, soothing his worries somewhat. “I am well, Loki. It is not my blood.”

“What have you brought with you?” Thor asked inquisitively once he had confirmed that she was unhurt and peered at the child. “Is it a slave? Or a runaway? Is it alive?”

“She may not be for much longer if she doesn’t get the help she needs.” Frigga turned her attention back to Odin, who had been silently observing the exchange. “Please, Odin.”

“Tell me what happened,” he answered and remained seated. “Tell me where you found her.”

There was a brief pause before Frigga began her tale, detailing how during her trip to Midgard, she had taken to walking around the cities in the early hours of the morning when they were mostly deserted, disguised as a mortal woman. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, but the tranquility of the city was disrupted when she spotted something unusual behind a dumpster in a filthy alleyway. What had compelled the queen to investigate what she saw in that alleyway she wasn’t sure, but her feet had brought her closer to have a look before she could contemplate why. It was there that she discovered the frail and broken body of the Midgardian girl, shivering uncontrollably in both pain and the cold. Frigga asked the child if she could hear her as she took in the bruises on her face. Glistening eyes met her gaze before her lids shut again, slipping into unconsciousness. Already involved in this child’s affairs and unwilling to leave her there to die in the cold, Frigga took it upon herself to save this young life, even if it meant questioning her own King. After her owl healing abilities were not enough, she had no choice but to bring her back to Asgard.

Thor and Loki listening intently, looking between the girl and their mother in amazement.

“And were the medical facilities on earth not suitable for this case?” Odin asked in exasperation. “That is what doctors are for, after all.”

“Coming here with the child was far quicker than finding a hospital and Asgardian healers are the finest in all of the Nine Realms.”

“A Midgardian…” Loki murmured to himself, amazed by the little mortal before him. Having always had an interest Midgard and its people (not to mention all of the realms), he was somewhat pleased with his mother’s rash actions. He had little to no time for mortals, considering they were beneath the Aesir, but he couldn’t help but be fascinated by their simple ways.

“And those healers are reserved for Asgardians alone. She is mortal, therefore she does not belong here. Guards, take her back to Midgard immediately.”

At their king’s command, two guards quickly approached Frigga with the intention of fulfilling his orders, but she held the girl tightly to her chest.

“Odin, I speak to you as both your wife and a mother. If you send this girl back to Midgard, then she will die before anyone can help her. While here, there are healers capable of saving her now. If you send her back, you will have the blood of an innocent child on your hands. Mortal or not, she is but a child.”

There was a long pause as Odin contemplated her words. Their sons remained silent and glanced between the two, wanting to add their own opinions, but knowing it was better to keep their mouths shut. Frigga stared at him, her eyes overwhelmingly intense and intimidating. She was pleading silently and for a moment, it appeared as though her efforts fell upon deaf ears.

This was how Frigga saved my life.

   “You may take the child to be healed,” Odin announced calmly, his expression unreadable. “Once she is well again, she will be returned to Midgard.”

The tense atmosphere in the room instantly melted away. Loki’s eyes grew wide – he hadn’t been expecting such an act of kindness from his father. While he could be a just king when needed, mortals were strictly forbidden in Asgard.

While Thor offered to help Frigga carry the girl, Loki hung back and observed instead. He preferred not to get too involved in the whole situation, while it seemed that his mother already was; she calmly refused Thor’s assistance and carried the child to the healing wing herself. Upon arrival, she was placed on a table and surrounded by Eir and the finest healers Asgard could offer while Loki watched from the corner of the room. Thor approached him whereas Frigga remained by the girl.

“What do you make of this, little brother?” Thor asked, his arms folded across his chest.

Loki merely shrugged. “It would seem that mother has somehow managed to briefly change father’s stubborn opinion on mortals in our realm. I must admit, her argument was impressive.”

“She is only one little mortal.”

“Indeed. I am not overly fond of children, no matter the race.”

“What harm could she possibly do?“

"Very little, I would imagine. She can’t be more than six or seven years old.”

“She is still a babe,” Thor laughed. “She is no threat to us. And once she is fully healed, she will be returned to Midgard.”

Loki let out a snort. “I’m sure that Father cannot wait for that day.”

The tall blonde leaned casually against a nearby pillar with a smirk. “Perhaps you will get to interrogate the child all about her insignificant life before she leaves.”

Loki gave his sibling a wry look. “Why in the name of the Norns would I ask this girl of her life on Earth?” What exactly was he insinuating?

“Loki, Loki, Loki,” the God of Thunder chuckled, shaking his head. “You are always stuck in your books, reading everything there is to know about the Nine Realms and its inhabitants. When you should have been out sparring with Sif and I, you read about other worlds and went to seiðr training with mother. Suddenly a Midgardian appears in our very home and you’re telling me that you have no interest in questioning her at all?”

If Loki said that his brother was full of it, it would be a blatant lie. While he found his ignorant comment about reading and seiðr highly irritating, he had to admit (at least, not out loud) that he was a little bit curious about her world. The words never escaped his mouth though. “You are aware that this child is probably going to wake up traumatised, depending on how she ended up in that state?”

Thor’s response was a shrug. “Still, it’s an opportunity I doubt you would willingly let pass by.” They were silent for a moment, watching the scene before them as it played out. “Mother seems to have taken a shine to the little mortal, hasn’t she?”

Loki rolled his green eyes. “You speak of her as though she is a house pet.”

“I only jest! But you cannot deny that mother seems to be attached already.”

Watching Frigga hold the girl’s hand as healers inspected her injuries, the youngest son of Odin replied. “That attachment will fade presently. Soon enough, she will have to leave this place.”

“Perhaps she will keep her,” Thor pondered aloud.

Loki scoffed. “Father would sooner give up the thrown to the Frost Giants than let a mortal remain in his halls. And I would also imagine that her guardians on Midgard are looking for her.”

“Would you not enjoy a Midgardian pet? They are a weak race in comparison to ourselves.”

“That may be so, but you know how Mother feels about slavery. She would never allow it, nor do I desire it.”

Thor shrugged dismissively and pushed himself away from the pillar he had been leaning against. “I suppose so. Alas, I have more important matters to attend to. I’m already late for my sparring match with Lady Sif. Don’t hover over the mortal too long, brother.”

Loki watched his sibling leave and then turned his eyes back to his mother. Frigga remained next to the platform where the girl lay surrounded by working healers. The child’s vital signs all appeared on floating holograms. Certain healers sieved through them, pinpointing problems that showed up on a body chart.

“… head trauma,” he heard one inform another. “… two broken ribs… bruising and laceration…”

“This Midgardian received a harsh beating,” Eir agreed, her voice a little louder so that Loki could hear. “I am surprised she has clung to life this long.”

“She is a fighter, it would seem,” Frigga said, stroking the small hand with her thumb. “Will she survive?”

“Her chances are high now that she is on Asgard. Had she been brought back to her own planet, she would have perished, no doubt. That being said, I’m unsure as to when she will wake up.”

“Then I will remain her for as long as I can,” the Allmother replied, watching the girl attentively.

“You are welcome to stay as long as you desire, Your Grace.”

It was a short while after this when Loki decided to step forward. “Mother? Would you ask that I remain with you?“ He wasn’t sure whether it was concern or curiosity, but he found himself preferring to stay where he was.

Frigga tore her gaze away from the child and settled it on her own offspring with a smile. "It would please me greatly to have you here by my side, my son.”

He made his way over and took a seat next to her. With her free hand, she took his in her grasp, squeezing gently. He returned her smile with a small grin of his own and squeezed back.

“Where has your brother run off to?” Frigga asked after a moment.

“He left to spar with Lady Sif in the training yards,” Loki replied, gauging her reaction.

She laughed gently. “I should have guessed as much.”

They sat in silence as the healers worked attentively. Loki kept his gaze on the child, getting a real look at her for the first time. She had thick mousy hair, falling down to just past her shoulders, which appeared knotted and frayed in the ends. She was slim — worryingly so — and her top and bottoms were covered in dirt and small dapples of blood here and there. She was wearing a dark blue garment that looked like a short tunic with a hood attached while also being a few sizes too big for her. When his eyes found their way to her little freckled face, he was met with an array of cuts and deep bruises. Two lacerations in particular on her upper lip and right brow were sure to leave scars, even with Asgardian healers on hand. Her expression was blank in her slumber despite the gravity of her injuries – beneath all the bruises and dirt, her face still contained the innocence of a young child.

“What could have done this to her?” Loki asked his mother, overwhelmed with confusion rather than sadness. “She is but a child and a mortal. They are utterly defenceless and inept at this stage in their short lives.”

Frigga shook her head slowly. “I do not know, Loki. I cannot understand it myself. Perhaps when she awakens we will get some answers.”

“Perhaps.” Despite not being ridiculously upset for the mortal, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her when he thought about how harmless she was. What… thing could possibly have the motivation and the malice to strike something as defenceless as she?

He turned to his mother. “You do not know her name?”

“No. Hopefully that is another piece of information she can enlighten us with when she awakens.”

For a moment, Loki pondered what she would be called. Something dull probably, like most other Midgardian names… But her little bruised hands caught his attention and he immediately grimaced. He was the God of Lies and Mischief, the Trickster, the Silvertongue, but such unnecessary violence as this was never in his favour. There were some things that he would never and could never understand. At least the girl had survived her ordeal. He was a Trickster, but not heartless.

“The healers do not know when she will awaken,” he commented. “Do you think she will stay in this state for long?”

The Queen shrugged, a dark look passing over her fair face at the thought. “I can only hope that she will rouse soon, but if time is what she needs to heal, then so be it.”

“She is very… little,” he said absentmindedly.

Frigga nodded her head gently. “So very little and frail indeed. Mortals are so delicate.” She paused briefly to let out a shaky breath. “I fear that she may not survive her ordeal.”

Tearing his gaze away from the girl, Loki looked at his mother. “She is surrounded by the finest healers in all of Asgard, so I imagine that the stakes are already in her favour. Logically, she would have perished in her own realm, but not now. And little does she know, the Allmother sits patiently by her side, guarding her and wishing her a speedy recovery.”

Their gazes met and Frigga smiled at him. Not a grin or a smirk, but a genuine, happy smile. He couldn’t lie; seeing her pleased with him made him feel utterly elated.

“My son,” she murmured. “You are kinder than you give yourself credit for.”

Despite enjoying her affections, he let out a snort and spoke with a voice laced in sarcasm. “Kind? I am the Trickster God, I am not known for my kindness, nor my love of children.”

“What others think of you is irrelevant to me. I am your mother and I know that you have a kind heart, Loki, you just seldom show it.”

He bowed his head gently, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. Something that Frigga could always make him feel — acceptance, joy, a connection with someone else. He couldn’t possibly count all the times that Thor and his friends rebuked and teased him for his choice of combat and seiðr practice when he was but a child. It was the warm embrace of his mother’s arms that had made him feel like he somewhat belonged. When Odin favoured Thor for his brute strength in combat, Frigga was there to encourage Loki’s illusions and teach him the ways of the ancient art of seiðr. And now having lived for over a thousand years knowing that he was not as valued as his brother and that he was not as kind and gentle as she claimed, he still went to her and she still made him feel loved.

He grinned at her. “Well, I know better than to argue with a strong-willed woman; it would be impossible to change your mind.”

“Nothing would ever change my mind.”

They descended into a comfortable silence as the healers worked away on the Midgardian, taking special care to look after her in the Allmother’s presence. Loki could feel his mother gently stroking her thumb against the back of his hand. Looking down he noticed that she was doing the same with the girl’s.

“While we do not know her name yet,” Frigga declared some time later. “We must refer to her somehow.”

This somewhat piqued his interest. “Did you have anything in mind?”

Peering at her lithe form on the table, healers probing gently at cuts and bruises, Frigga said. “Nothing of yet, but maybe I will be struck with inspiration before she wakes.”

Loki remained seated beside Frigga until the healers had done all they could and explained their progress in short but helpful detail. He stayed by her side when she squeezed the girl’s little hand in her own and assured her that she would not wake up alone in a foreign world. That she would be there to help her. 

He remained by her side because he loved Frigga and because this little Midgardian had successfully latched on to his attentions, whether he liked it or not.

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Loki’s Immortals Healer Preface

Loki x OFC

Summary: This is the beginning of a new story involving Loki. In this chapter we are introduced to a fallen Asgardian warrior and everyone is at a loss on how to help him. Heimdall offers a suggestion of bringing up a human immortals healer and her presence will cause a certain God of Mischief to fall in love with her. This chapter also has the assistance of @zurins-laboratory

A wounded Asgardian warrior lay on an infirmary bed while the king’s healers did their best to treat his wounds before infection spread. While most of the injuries had completely healed, there was one that had refused improvement. The gash had resisted both practical medicine and mythical spells; He was slowly bleeding out.

 This damage was caused when Erik, the warrior on the bed, was impaled by an enemy’s sword in the midst of battle. It was deep and had rendered him useless in battle. After an hour of watching the battle play out, unable to defend himself or help defeat the enemy. He had lost consciousness and was carried away by medics. He had not woken since then; it had been nearly two days.

           As the healers tended to Erik, allfather Odin surveyed the troubling scene

           “Something is wrong. This man should be fully recovered by now,” Odin muttered to Ingrid, the head physician of the infirmary who stood beside him. She wrung her hands but remained silent for the moment.

Considering her vast knowledge of various ailments, a couple of thoughts occurred to her. “Perhaps the make of the blade is causing complications. And there is a possibility that the blade was poisoned…” she informed Odin. The tired man stroked his beard, nodding in reply. Not knowing what more they could try to bring the Asgardian back to full health or what answer to give her king, she ran a hand through her frazzled hair, trying to think of other options.

             As they were discussing other procedures and spells to help the fallen warrior, a new presence grabbed Odin’s attention. Heimdall, the sentry had approached with intent to offer his wisdom, suggesting another solution to the issue at hand.

           “My King, perhaps it would be wise to extend out search to outside of Asgard. Other beings may have knowledge of what ails him…”Odin gazed to Erik before giving Heimdall his full attention.

           “…Very well. What other options do you suggest then? What have you seen that could possibly help us?” Odin asked. “We have the best physicians in the nine realms, so even I doubt your clarity on this matter.” Odin commented, arching an eyebrow.

“There is a woman on Midgard, gifted in the healing arts. I haven been watching her closely, and though she is young, her gifts have granted her ease in dealing with ailments our ladies may scarcely treat. She is a human, yes, but she shines above her kind in both skill and heart,” Heimdall explained.  A shadow of disdain appeared on Odin’s face at the mention of her mortality.

“ A human, you say? You forget yourself in making such a proposal. Asgard is no place for her kind,” Odin responded angrily, but alas Heimdall did not back down.

           “There may be no other options in this case. And one mortal will scarcely make a difference in your kingdom, sire,” he calmly retorted. Odin rubbed his temples before returning his gaze to Erik. “How powerful is she? Do you truly believe she can help?” he question, softening his tone and keeping his gaze on Erik.

              “Yes, I believe she can,” Heimdall answered. Odin closed his eyes and sighed, struggling to summon courage for his next command.

              “Send someone for her. I’d like to see her power for myself,” Odin ordered, sending Heimdall away. The sentry bowed before he left the infirmary in a hurry. He hadn’t realized how much the young woman would defy expectations once she arrived on Asgard. The effect she would have on her new friends, partners, and superiors would surprise them all.

Most of all, there was a difference she would make in the life of a man who had always been an outcast, a man who kept everyone at arm’s length but only to pull her in close. This man, a prince, who only knew jealousy and resentment towards those who loved him, would allow her to teach him how to fall in love.

             This would be the beginning of Loki’s healing.

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#Loki #loki x oc #marvel

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Nights at the Circus: Part XXXV

You find yourself at last standing before Odin the Allfather's throne, pleading and willing to offer anything and everything for Loki's life. Will Loki's 'father' finally show some mercy? Or are you now just delaying the inevitable?

SERIES MASTERLIST

Content Warning: n/a Word Count: 3.1k

“You sacrificed your eye for wisdom, right?” you asked. 

“Indeed, mortal.”

“You should’ve asked for a refund.”

Thor quickly cleared his throat and subtly shook his head at you, and you bit your lip. “Sorry, um, my mouth is the only thing that runs hotter than my temperature.”

Odin nodded silently, looking at you observantly, and you suddenly felt like you were Ben Stiller in Meet the Parents. 

Odin had brought you, along with his sons, into his inner throne room, and left all of the sentries to stand guard outside the locked door. It seemed he trusted you enough not to attempt another foolhardy escape, although he did NOT trust Loki, as Loki was still in the anti-magic chains. They did not stop you from gripping his hand tighter than a hand railing on icy steps. You did not want to ever let go of that hand again.

“Where’s Mother?” asked Thor. “Should she not be here?”

Odin took a moment to answer. “Your mother could not bring herself to be on Asgard at all when the blade fell, so she has taken leave, but I will summon her back, should this discussion yield anything…interesting.”

Loki bowed his head, and it occurred to you that for everything Loki had told you about how terrible Odin had been, he almost never brought up Frigga. Oh, you suddenly realized, it’s because he actually loves her and it hurts him to bring her up…

“Look, um, Majesty?” you asked, suddenly extremely self-conscious, realizing every word you said from here on out, Odin would put on a scale to determine whether or not Loki would see the sun set. The scale had to tip in your favor. “Is that okay…Majesty?” 

Odin didn’t say a word. 

“Um, okay, hearing no objections…” you mumbled nervously. Christ, not twenty minutes ago,I was slaying Asgardians, now I couldn’t even recite Twinkle Twinkle Little Star! “Look, if you’re really concerned about him doing some dumb sh--things with his magic, I can promise to keep him in line. Or his keeper. Or whatever you want to call it.”

Odin shook his head. “I’m more curious to know about you. Why do you trust and defend Loki so, when he was responsible for tearing apart a large city on your planet?”

“God, I’m sick of that question,” you sighed. You looked at Loki, who just looked thankful to be standing there in one piece. “Its as if no one in existence believes people change! Is it really so hard to believe that all we want is to be left alone?”

“You must have undertaken great scheming in order to sneak yourself past Heimdall,” Odin surmised. “How did you do it?”

You smiled. “By this.” You inhaled, and letting your exhale drag out, you quickly disintegrated into a cloud and began shaping yourself into a vortex (for dramatic flair). Thor had seen you do this before, but neither Loki nor Odin had witnessed the act, and the look on their faces was a shared one of awe.

“Well done,” Loki murmured under his breath with a smile of his own. “I knew it.”

“You’re a powerful witch, I see,” Odin remarked. “And you truly think Loki is worthy of redemption?”

You quickly brought yourself down to the floor again as a solid human. “If he isn’t, I’ll wager my life in his stead,” you said, standing firm and defiantly before the throne. “If it ever comes to pass that he fucks up some other city or something, I’ll put my head on the block in his place.”

Odin was quiet a moment as he pondered this. “The Midgardians sent you here under the assumption that I would terminate you, Loki,” he said. “It’s what they expect. I cannot just let you go.”

“Oh, please don't be like that damned UN council!” you cried. “Mercy! Please? I love him!” Your hair ignited. 

“So I inferred,” said Odin. “If I am to assume that what I hear is correct, it means that Loki has managed to redeem himself in the eyes of a powerful, benevolent witch. If such a woman can see the worth in him, then perhaps a lesson has been learned.  But I wish to see proof of this. Proof so complete that there can be no doubts. And there is only one bit of proof strong enough to convince me to take my son out of these chains today.”

You nodded, ready to sink to your knees. “Anything! What is it?”

“I will not ask you to die today, little Midgardian. There is more than one way to sacrifice your life for love,” Odin went on. 

“Such as?” 

Odin paused a moment, looking from you to Loki several times before sitting on his throne and tapping his scepter three times. The doors to the room opened, and several guards stepped in. Your heart sped up to a pace so quick it felt like a hum against your ribcage. 

The old King commanded the sentries, “Bring a cauldron of eternal fire here at once, and everything necessary for a binding ceremony.” 

“Immediately, my King!” 

“A what?” you asked, looking at Loki, confused. He looked just as confused, but in a different way: as if he was more pleasantly surprised and curious. You, of course, were still on guard.

“You will marry Loki before me, here and now, child. Prove to me that you are willing to stand by him for the remainder of your life, and that he fully earned his place in your heart…and I will spare him.”

You wanted to fall at Odin’s feet in gratitude. Such a beautiful, wonderful declaration! “Of course,” Odin continued, “There must be a few conditions.”

Thor, who had been on his knees the entire time, got to his feet. “Conditions?”

Meanwhile, the only word you were now focusing on, of course, was “marry.”

“Unfortunately, I cannot allow him to remain on Asgard. Nor can I ever return him to Midgard,” Odin explained. “If you choose to bind yourself to this disgraced prince, Fire Princess, I am afraid it means exile for the both of you. Neither of you will be able to set foot on your homelands ever again.”

“Father--” Thor began. 

“--agreed,” you and Loki said in unison, surprising Thor. Frankly, Odin could have sentenced you to a lifetime in a dumpster full of medical waste and you’d be happy if Loki was there with you. 

“Father, where to?” asked Thor. “They need somewhere to call home.”

“Vanaheim,” Odin decided. “A place quieter than Asgard, and an ally. More primitive in lifestyle, perhaps, but still a lush and honorable land to dwell. It is where your mother hides now, awaiting news on your brother’s fate.”

“...and, what will she be told?” Loki asked modestly, keeping his head submissively toward the floor. “Of my fate?”

You laughed, as if the answer was obvious. Strutting up to Loki and taking his head into your arms in an embrace, you said, “That she’d better take her time getting back, because she has a new daughter-in-law to meet and judge.”

Loki emitted a strange laugh from between your breasts, where his nose had somehow found itself. It was a laugh you’d never heard from him before, and it sounded like an entire lifetime of fear was escaping in the form of relief out of his body, pouring out like air out of a popped tire. He was laughing in relief. 

“Unchain my husband, then?” you asked, looking at Odin, as if waiting. 

“One moment,” Odin commanded. “Allow me to speak once more.” 

Loki removed his face from your breasts and looked up at the throne. You held on to him for dear life, as if letting go for one moment too long, and he’d dissolve into gold dust before you. 

“Loki, I choose to grant you life today for one reason: your redemption is evident in how this one here loyally defends you even now, before the most fearsome throne in the Realms. To earn the love of one is a feat you cannot accomplish with the conscious mind, but with a conscious heart. I am impressed by the display she brings before me. There is fidelity in her posture,” The King mused. “It can only mean you have done something right, to earn her love. Something remarkable.”

You rolled your eyes. He DID do something right in saving our lives, but you all still ignored that part.

“I won’t pretend that I understand everything between you,” Odin continued. 

“Believe me, I still don’t understand all of it either,” you murmured. Loki looked up at you with a sexy wink. “We both just want our freedom, and peace, and maybe some privacy.”

Thor looked at you. “You will find that on Vanaheim. Lots of forest. Not many large cities or gatherings. The people are kind.”

“Then will you finally release my groom so we can do as you command and be on our way?” you insisted. Odin tapped his scepter again, and a sentry knelt by Loki, unlocking his chains and releasing the shackles from his wrists and ankles. 

You and Loki sank to the ground in each other’s arms. You were openly weeping. While Loki did not cry, his chest heaved and his breath was heavy as the stress fell away into a puddle. “Elskan…elskan…” Loki mumbled in Asgardian. 

“I’m here,” you vowed. “Shhh….it’s all over now. You’re still here.”

Odin tapped the scepter once more as the doors opened behind you, and several guards came in with everything Odin commanded: two lifted a cauldron of eternal fire, another carried a pair of flower crowns connected by three long white ribbons, and two more each carried a golden-bladed broadsword. Behind them was an older Asgardian in gold robes, a spiritual leader of some kind you couldn’t identify.

“Rise, children,” Odin commanded, and you helped Loki get back to his feet. 

Looking him up and down, you tsked playfully and indicated the clothes Loki wore: the same ones he’d been wearing several nights past, the night you confronted your biological father and Hydra attacked. His shirt was ragged and dirty, a far cry from the tight Asgardian leather you’d imagined walking down the aisle toward in your mind. 

Then again, your scorched jeans and sweater weren’t much better as a bridal gown. 

“This isn’t how I pictured I’d look at my wedding,” you muttered sadly. Loki put a finger under your chin and tilted your face to gaze into his eyes, glazed over with unreleased tears. 

“Dearest, this was almost my execution day, and now it’s my wedding day. I don't find there to be much room for complaint,” he replied. “You are radiant, my savior. I owe everything to you.”

You smiled. “I’m sure you’ll find a few ways to make it up to me when we consummate this marriage later,” you winked. Then, Loki gave you the greatest gift of all: he flashed you his famous Cheshire grin, indicating all was well. It filled you with warmth as Thor stepped between you, holding the flower crowns. 

“Well, this isn’t how I thought the day would end,” he said. He looked at Loki and pulled him into a strong embrace that nearly took the wind out of your groom. “I hope it isn’t too much to ask if I can be  Best Man?”

Loki twisted his lip. “Well, Rogers isn’t here, so you’ll have to do,” he quipped.

Thor turned to you, but you stepped back. “Back-breaking hug is not necessary, but thank you.” 

He nodded. “Blessings of love and prosperity,” he recited as he placed a flower crown on your head, followed by one on Loki’s head. Only Loki of Asgard could make a flower crown of roses and violets look dignified and masculine on top of his brow. The ribbons connected your heads with enough room for there to be about a foot of space between you. 

The scepter was tapped one more time, and Loki took your right arm in his left. You walked together, Thor behind you, while the two sentries holding swords crossed them in the air over the cauldron of eternal fire. Odin came down from his throne and stood under the arch the blades formed, behind the cauldron.

You walked with Loki and Thor up to the cauldron. You leaned over to Loki and whispered in his ear. “So, how does this work?”

Loki shrugged with a casual smile. “I don't know, I’ve never been married before!” 

Odin looked at you. “Take one another’s hands and hold them over the fire. Don’t worry, Fire Princess, you will not be harmed by it.” 

You smiled. “I’m not afraid of fire.”

Loki took a hand in each of his, and you brought your arms over the flame, which benignly lapped at your skin, feeling like warm water splashing against you. When the first flames touched your skin, your hair reacted by igniting once again. 

Your intended looked at you oddly. “What is it?” you asked. “My hair goes up in fire quite a bit.”

“Not in green flame,” he replied, awed. 

You couldn’t see it, but Thor nodded in confirmation behind Loki. Green fire? How is that even--?

Odin smiled, a look that clashed a little with his appearance and personality, at least to you. “Your powers have adopted the chosen color of your intended. Rare, but a beautiful sight nonetheless.”

Adopted? Like, becoming sentient? Weird. You decided to ignore it. Today was already chock full of unanswered questions. 

“On Asgard, marriage is not something that is just done out of affection. It is not only a commitment. It is a ritual that honors our heritage. It is a lifelong bond that cannot be severed regardless of the trials you will face. Under the Twin Blades of Freyja, your joined hands within the eternal fire that keeps evil at bay, sharing the floral diadems that the Kings of Asgard have used for millennia when wedding their consorts, you marry today to share in that heritage, and to declare the name of your eternal mate,” the King recited. “Each of you, please recite the name of your eternal mate if you consent to this marriage.”

You and Loki said one anothers’ names at the same time, causing you both to laugh. You repeated the gesture, you first, followed by your groom. 

The eternal flame in the cauldron turned green to match your hair. 

Odin nodded. “Indeed, the powers that be have blessed this match, so it appears. Who witnesses this binding?”

“I do,” said Thor from behind you as he was being handed a long piece of green silk by a sentry. Loki brought your hands out of the fire, and Thor loosely tied your hands together with the silk. “I also agree to, and bless this binding.”

You looked down at your bound hands, then back up at Loki, who winked. You knew exactly what he was thinking: wouldn’t this look marvelous on you as a blindfold?

“Later, darling,” you reminded him in a barely-audible whisper. 

“Then, by the power instilled in me by the Nine Realms,” Odin declared, “I bless and affirm this marriage here today between Loki Odi--Laufe--”

“---just Loki,” he insisted. 

Odin nodded. “Loki of Asgard and Y/N, The Fire Princess of Midgard. May your bond be as eternal as the stars, and bright as the light that brings life to our kingdom.”

Not a beat went by between Odin’s declaration and you and Loki sharing your first kiss as wife and husband.

 It was the single sweetest kiss you’d ever known. 

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“The others will miss you,” said Thor. “When I return without you, they may assume the worst initially.”

Thor had taken you in a small craft out of Asgard and brought you to a small village on the edge of a large forest in Outer Vanaheim. The population of the village was small, and were promised a large reward from Odin in exchange for their silence on their new residents. 

For Odin’s part, he graciously allowed you and your new husband a few hours on Asgard to change clothes and have a small meal within the royal family’s private dining hall. It was, admittedly, an awkward supper, for while you were eternally grateful for Odin’s solution to the disastrous UN treaty, you still kept it in the back of your mind that the man was responsible for Loki repressing a part of his true self and causing him anguish….not to mention the whole nearly-executing his adopted son thing wasn’t too savory. You spent the meal picking at your plate and gently slipping your foot between Loki’s thighs as he sat across from you at the table, causing him to smirk and bite his lip. 

After quietly landing on Vanaheim, you were taken up the road and up a steep hill, until you reached a clearing just underneath a cliffside. There, a small but handsome home stood underneath a towering evergreen. Thor only had time to see them to the door before he had to leave again. Technically, under the conditions of exile, neither of you could leave the realm without an escort.

It had only been six hours since you and Thor summoned the Bifrost to save Loki, but to the ones still on Earth, it was probably an eternity. 

“They deserve some news, Thor,” you replied. “And please assure them we’re happy.”

Thor smiled. “I will, sister.”

Loki agreed to embrace Thor (although it felt a bit awkward for him). “I must tell you, I will never admit to owing you a life debt.”

Thor shrugged. “Just name your first son after me and all shall be forgiven.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Never.”

Thor laughed and got into his ship, only waving briefly before flying off into the night. You and your new husband stood in the doorway and watched the light from Thor’s ship grow dimmer and further away, until it was gone.

“You realize, now that you can never go home, we’ll never see the others again,” Loki said, looking out over the forests. “Rogers, Wanda, Pietro, Stark…”

“There will be other circuses,” you said, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on Loki’s nose. “But, for now, let’s start counting these stars. We have so many to account for, and only the rest of our lives to do it.”

----------------- Epilogue to follow.

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Strong as Stone --Part Forty

Okay, full disclosure, this isn’t edited. It’s 3AM, I’m exhausted, and my depression is killing me. Don’t @ me.

Last time: Infinity War Part Three.

This time: The conclusion.

(Look at all the fucks I don’t give. LOOK AT THEM.)

Rating: M for injuries and death.

Pairings: Okoye x M’Baku and Shuri x OC.

@the-last-hair-bender, @skysynclair19

There are going to be times when you’ll be exhausted. When your limbs will ache, and your body will be heavy, and you’ll feel like you can’t take another step.

Keep your eyes on the goal ahead, my dears, and don’t stop moving until you reach it.

“We’re not sure how long we can keep the portal open for, so you’re going to have to be fast. Retrieve essential persons only, and then get the hell back here.”

Okoye nodded grimly as she eyed the portal Loki, Wong, and Dr. Strange were working on making.

The plan was simple, admittedly. Sneak into the realm of the Soul Stone, find their missing team members by tracking the vital signs from T’Challa’s kimoyo beads, and bring them back to Wakanda so they could take on Thanos with as full a team as possible.

The execution, however, was going to be infinitely --heh--more difficult. According to the experts at hand --Wong, Strange, and Loki--the realm was patrolled by various demons and monsters to ensure that any of the captives there didn’t escape eventual consumption.

Because the stone itself, apparently, had an active hunger for souls. Which meant, at any point, they could be devoured as well.

Not to mention the fact that Thanos was in possession of the Mind Stone --the yellow gem that had powered Vision--which meant that he was probably already aware of their plan and was devising a way to stop them.

A worthy long shot, if we can get our people back, Okoye decided as she watched the portal spark to life in the center of Shuri’s lab.

“Our communications probably won’t work once you crossover,” Shuri added as she fiddled nervously with one of her display interfaces. “And that could mean with each other, too. Make sure you stay close to one another.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

“We’re ready,” Wong announced. “We need to leave now.”

Okoye checked to make sure she had her weapons with her one last time, then walked towards the platform the portal was hovering over with Gamora, Wong, Rocket, Bucky, and a handful of the remaining Dora Milaje.

“Be careful,” Shuri added quickly, before any of them could step over.

“I’m not really sure that’s an option anymore,” Rocket muttered as he crossed over into the Soul Stone realm.

Okoye grimaced and followed the raccoon. He might be right.

The realm of the Soul Stone, admittedly, didn’t look all that much different from how Okoye had expected a magical dimension contained within a supernatural-type gemstone that actively hungered for souls to look. It was a desolate, barren place, with massive outcroppings of rock that twisted and stabbed into the air in jagged spirals. The sky was a stark shade of scarlet, and ghostly, gray beings floated through the air at random, fading in and out of view at random.

“They are the guardians of the realm,” Loki explained in a quiet whisper. “They’re attracted to soul energy. We shouldn’t be all that noticeable right now--”

“But that’ll change once we save the others,” Okoye surmised. When the demigod nodded, she sighed. “We need to keep moving. The sooner we get this done, the better.”

“We’re getting close,” Rocket hissed as he looked at their position relative to the coordinates where T’Challa’s kimoyo beads were still transmitting his vital signs.

Okoye eyed the sanguine sky warily as countless ‘guardians’ flew overhead. They won’t notice us when we’re in the midst of all the other souls here... but once we’re separated again...

“It’s just up ahead! Past that ridge!”

Okoye darted ahead, careful to stay concealed by various outcroppings of rock, and peered over the edge of the ledge.

Thousands of glowing cells lined the crater below them, each of which housed an individual person or alien.

“Shit,” Gamora hissed. “It’ll take days to find everyone.”

Okoye pursed her lips as she assessed the situation. “Then we don’t find everyone. We find our most essential fighters --the King, M’Baku, your sister, anyone we need to make the strongest team possible in the shortest amount of time.” She pointed to the screen on the tablet-like device Rocket was holding. “That’s where T’Challa is. We start there. With any luck, the others will be nearby.”

Gamora nodded, then winced when a ‘guardian’ let out eerie shrieking noise. “Let’s move.”

Winding their ways through the cells was tricky business. Aside from the ghostly ‘guardian’ creatures, there were also multi-limbed, skeletal looking creatures standing sentry amidst the prison-scape. Many of the most direct paths were completely unusable, cut off by some sort of monster or demon in their way.

“We aren’t going to be able to get enough people in enough time if we stay together,” Rocket grumbled as they dodged being seen by another sentry. He tapped at his tablet, whacked it against the ground when it didn’t do what he wanted to, and let out a satisfied huff when it pinged. “Alright, I sent the King’s coordinates to everyone’s stuff. We’ll use him to meet back up in ten minutes, and then we’re getting out, regardless of who we have or don’t.”

“Teams of two,” Okoye added. “No divisions past that.” She nodded at Bucky. “We’ll go find the King.” She crept down a row of cells, motioning for the various captees inside to stay silent as they moved towards the coordinates where T’Challa’s vital signs were.

“Get down,” Bucky whispered, gripping her shoulder to pull her into a crouch as another sentry walked past.

She adjusted her grip on her spear, glaring at the back of the monster until it loped out of sight. “We’re close,” she hissed as they started stalking forward again. “Only a few meters now.” She started counting down the cells, looking for any sign of her King--

T’Challa looked up when they reached his cell, moving from leaning against the back wall of the cell to standing by the door. “General.”

She bowed her head, then lifted her spear and drove it through the chains holding the door on his cell shut, snapping them into pieces. “Let’s get you out of here, your Majesty.”

There were a few other snapping sounds, and then Bucky was helping Steve and Thor out of their cells. “I don’t see anyone else that was with us--”

“Okoye!”

She darted past them and found Aneka, pressing her face against one of the cell doors further down. She broke the chains on the door, then pulled her friend into a crushing hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too. Where’s Ayo? Is she--”

“She’s in Wakanda, waiting for us to get back.”

Aneka let out a sigh of relief as she stepped back. “Okay. Okay. What’s the plan? How do we get out of here?”

Okoye turned around as she heard several footsteps against the ground and saw the others running into view with most --almost all, actually--of their missing team.

And M’Baku.

Okoye felt her heart stop for a moment --felt everything freeze inside her--and then she was sprinting towards him.

He caught her in his arms, crushing her against his chest as he hugged her. “It’s good to see you, ‘koye.”

“We need to go,” Gamora said. “We had to kill one of the sentries, but they managed to send off a flare before we took them down.”

As if to punctuate the severity of the situation, another skeletal being dropped out of the sky mere inches from Aneka’s arm with a metallic sounding screech.

Wanda stepped forward and lifted her hands, tearing the creature to shreds before it could do anything else. “Come on!”

As Okoye had predicted, the journey back to the portal from the cells was far more difficult than their journey in. They managed to escape the prison area without too much trouble, but the guardian creatures noticed the presence of too many souls outside the prison area before they’d even made it twenty feet away from the ridge.

“Keep moving!” Rocket shouted from where he’d opted to hitch a ride on Steve’s shoulder. “Come on!”

“If you haven’t noticed,” Okoye snapped, stopping long enough to ram her spear through the chest of one of the guardians, making it dissolve into a cloud of ash, “we’re a little busy!”

“Well, I offered to help, but someone didn’t want to give me a gun!”

“I am Groot!” Groot added as he caught an errant sentry with a vine-like extension from his arm and whipped it about like a rag doll.

“Exactly!”

“I can see the portal!” Gamora shouted from the front of the group. “We’re almost there! Come on!”

Okoye clenched her teeth together as she sprinted forward, doing the best she could to ignore the shrieks of the monsters chasing them. Bast, please just let us make it...

They practically slammed into the lab, almost tumbling over each other and different pieces of equipment in an effort to get away from the things chasing them.

“Close the portal!” Okoye shouted once everyone was through. “Hurry!”

Shuri did so, bisecting one of the ghost-creatures as she did.

Okoye drove her spear through its head as it collapsed to the lab floor, just to be on the safe side.

For a moment, everything was silent.

And then everyone was smashing into each other again, exchanging hugs and crying. Sobbing.

Shuri practically tackled T’Challa to the floor, clinging to him like he was her only tether to the world.

T’Challa, though, was hugging her back just as hard. “Bast, I’m so glad you’re alright!”

Ayo found Aneka just as fast, pulling her girlfriend into her arms and not letting go.

Tony and Peter Park. The Guardians and Nebula. Steve and Bucky. Friends, companions, and partners alike, all being reunited with each other.

After all the loss and grief, it was good to see.

Okoye leaned against M’Baku’s side as he put one of his arms around her shoulders --then chuckled when Dewani strutted towards them, looking endlessly pleased with herself as she tossed the Chief’s staff from hand to hand. “Oh, this ought to be good.”

The teen smirked as she stopped a few feet away, leaning against the staff as she eyed her elder brother. “You look good for a dead person.”

M’Baku laughed along with the rest of the room and bowed his head. “My Chief.”

“Hanuman, no.” Dewani handed the staff back to him. “You can deal with the elders and all the politics. That shit is exactly not my speed.”

He took the staff, then stepped away from Okoye to wrap his younger sister in a hug.

Okoye smiled as she watched the two siblings hold onto each other.

“Is there even a point in this?”

Okoye looked over at Jhanvi as she assessed their newly refreshed team of people against the intel they’d gathered on Thanos and his fighting style from Gamora and Nebula. “What do you mean?”

The technopath shrugged. “I mean, if these stones are really supposed to give him all the power in the world, is there a point in trying to fight him? We’re stepping up to get our asses dusted.”

She’s not wrong, Okoye admitted to herself. She shrugged back. “Would you rather go down swinging or sitting?”

“Swinging. Any day.”

“Well, there you go. Do you have anything else to contribute to the actual strategy?”

“Yeah. We should just cut the arm with the gauntlet on it off.”

Okoye blinked, then smirked as she added the idea to their working list. “Yes, yes we should.”

The plan --if it could be called that, really--was simple.

Jump Thanos, cut off his arm, kill him, and reverse the effects of what he’d done in the first fight.

Okay, it wasn’t that simple, but it sure as fuck felt like it in comparison to the millions of missions she’d planned and run before now, where she had piles of tactical data and more than a few hours to make a strategy.

But time was of the essence; the longer they waited, the more the Soul Stone would consume the souls it’d captured, and they were all in agreement that they needed to save as many lives --reunite as many families, friends, and partners--as possible.

Jhanvi, Tony, Bruce, and Shuri were tracking the energy signature from the Mind Stone so they could find Thanos. Once they did, the team would break down into two groups; Loki and Wong would take those who had initially survived the first fight with Thanos to Thanos’s location to distract him and fight him head on, while Thor and Dr. Strange would take those they’d rescued to sneak in behind the Titan and --hopefully--get the jump on him. In the midst of the fight, Thor would use his axe to slice Thanos’s arm off, and then someone would execute the tyrant.

Okoye wasn’t sure how they’d reverse his erasure of the half the universe, though --and judging from the grim looks the science experts had exchanged in Shuri’s lab, no one else was, either.

She let out a shaky breath and braced herself against the top of her desk. Now that she was alone, her doubts were starting to get the better of her. Fuck--

“Hey.”

Her head jerked up and relief coursed through her body when she saw M’Baku walk in. We manged to save our friends. We can save everyone else, too.

“Are you alright?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she practically leaped over her desk and grabbed him by the collar of his chest plate, pulling him down for a bruising, consuming kiss.

He responded with a groan that seemed to travel through his whole body before he practically crushed her against him, just as eager to devour her as she was him.

She wound her arms around his neck, almost deliriously happy as he lifted her and pressed her back against one of the walls--

Her kimoyo beads pinged twice, shattering the moment.

Okoye sighed, then broke the kiss so she could read the message. “They’re ready for us.”

M’Baku sighed, but nodded. “Alright. There’ll be time for this... later.”

“You better survive until later,” Okoye said, pointing a finger at him warningly. “If you don’t, I might just kill you.”

He chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers. “Well, Hanuman knows I would never challenge the orders of the indomitable General Okoye.”

“Damn right you wouldn’t.” She tilted her head up to brush her lips against his, just a little. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Now, come on. We’ve got a world to save.”

“Damn right we do.”

Okoye felt like laughing and vomiting all at once when she stepped through Wong’s portal and saw where Thanos had taken up hiding. A farm. He’s on a damn farm. He destroys half the universe, and then he just walks away from it like it means nothing to him.

She was going to put her spear through his stupid, over-sized purple head.

“I’ll give him credit,” Dewani said. “He’s got his irrigation system rigged up really well.”

“Seriously?” Shuri hissed as they walked towards a cabin that stood in the center of countless fields of alien plants; it was the only building for miles, and since Thanos wasn’t out in the open, it stood to reason that he’d be there.

“What? I’m just saying!”

“Can you just focus on what we’re actually here to do?”

“I am --wait, is he not using fertilizer? No bone meal? Hanuman, what a fucking chump--”

“Dewani,” Okoye said as she fought the urge to grin.

“Right.” Dewani smacked the staff she was holding against the porch of the cabin. “Thanos! Get your ugly purple ass out here!”

There were a set of heavy footsteps from inside the cabin, and then the door opened to reveal the monster himself.

Thanos wasn’t wearing any of his armor, save for the gauntlet on his hand. “You should know that coming here was futile. What’s been done is done. Let it be.”

“Well, then you should know that humans are both tenacious and remarkably petty,” Dewani fired back. “Hand over the gauntlet and we’ll kill you quickly.”

The corner of Thanos’s mouth curled up in a smirk. “Your hubris amuses me. Perhaps I will spare you so you can entertain me.”

“You are, like, exactly not my type, dude.”

Shuri activated her hand cannons and aimed them at Thanos. “You’ve committed unspeakable atrocities against the universe, Thanos. Surrender now, and your death will be swift.”

“You couldn’t defeat me before with an army at your side. What makes you think you can do so now?”

Okoye angled her spear at him. “Because this time, you don’t have any backup to help you.”

There was a loud scream from overhead, and then Thor slammed down onto the roof of Thanos’s cabin, bringing down a massive bolt of lightning with him.

Okoye ducked as the shack exploded into thousands of pieces --most of which bounced harmlessly off shield erected by Wong and Loki--then charged after Thanos. “Come on!”

The oversized alien rolled to his feet with a growl. “I will not tolerate this insolence!” He curled his gauntlet-clad hand into a fist, Infinity Stones glowing in their settings. “You will all die here!”

“Think again,” Tony said as he started firing mini-missiles at Thanos. “Maximoff, now!”

Tendrils of red energy crept across the gauntlet, curling around the stones and effectively halting whatever attack Thanos had planned.

“Hit him with everything you’ve got!” Steve shouted as he darted towards the Titan. “And get him in position for Thor!”

It was over before it started. With Wanda rendering the Infinity Stones useless and with no army to support him, Thanos was no match for the sheer number of fighters bearing down on him.

Okoye jammed her spear through one of his knees, knocking the giant to the ground --

and Thor was there right after, driving his axe through Thanos’s forearm as the Mad Titan let out an anguished scream.

“Oh, that’s nasty,” Peter groaned as Thanos’s hand fell limply out of the gauntlet.

“You know, blood’s actually really good for plants,” Dewani said.

“Are you serious--”

“If I focus on what actually just happened, I’m gonna pass out, Shuri.”

“It’s over,” Tony said, helmet retracting so he could stare Thanos down. He gestured aimlessly with the gauntlet. “Now, tell us how to reverse what you did.”

“I did the universe a favor. I brought balance--”

“You know what? Nevermind. We’ll figure it out without you. Someone kill this guy.”

“Nebula,” Gamora said softly. She jerked her chin at Thanos when her blue-skinned sister shot her a confused look. “He’s yours.”

Okoye looked at Nebula, then at Thanos, then held her spear out to the woman. “Aim for the head.”

Nebula grinned ferally as she took the spear and stalked over to Thanos. She braced her foot on his throat and angled the tip of the spear towards his forehead. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance.”

Thanos glared up at her, defiant. “It would’ve been a waste of parts.”

Nebula screamed and drove the spear through his head with a sickening crack.

Everything was silent for a moment as Thanos’s body went completely limp.

Dewani gagged. “Oh, Hanuman. I’m really gonna throw up now.”

“Is this gonna work?”

“We’ve been asking that question ever since Thanos arrived in Wakanda to inform us of his plans. I’m not sure there’s even a point in asking it anymore.”

Okoye kept her gaze trained on one of the many monitors in Shuri’s lab as Wanda, Dr. Strange, Wong, and Loki gathered around the gauntlet. “Let me know when they start.”

“Alright, in three... two... one...”

She could almost feel the energy in the room change, but kept her gaze focused on the screen.

At first, nothing happened.

And then, a little counter began pinging rapidly.

“It’s working! It’s working!”

They’d done it. They’d reversed Thanos’s slaughter and restored the universe. News stations were running story after story on the “reverse rapture,” speculating about just what had happened and showcasing different heartwarming stories about families, friends, and couples that had been reunited.

Okoye leaned against the trunk of the tree she was sitting under, exhausted and numb in the wake of everything that had happened, everything they’d done. I feel like I could sleep for a year.

It was done. They’d defeated Thanos and saved the world.

She opened her eyes as she heard a set of footsteps approach.

M’Baku smiled down at her. “Come here often?”

“Not often enough, it seems.” She shifted over on the bench so he could sit next to her, then slumped against his side. “I’m so tired.”

M’Baku pressed his lips against the top of her head as he put his arm around her. “It’s over now, Okoye. You can rest.”

She nuzzled his shoulder. “Believe me. I plan on it.”

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Summary: The unexpected arrival of an injured Midgardian child clinging to life causes a ruckus on Asgard. The princes, Thor and Loki, are somewhat intrigued by this unusual guest, unsure as to how and why she ended up in such a state. What they did not expect, however, was the turn of events her appearance would inevitably cause.

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Set Pre-Thor 1

Pairing: Loki x child OFC (platonic)

Inspired by this imagine

Warnings: Implied violence against children, descriptions of injuries, angst.

Word Count: 3,786

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A/N: Also available on AO3 and FanFiction.net. So, this is my first fic both on this website and, well, ever. The whole thing is written and complete -- about 28 chapters worth -- so I thought I might as well throw it up here and see what people think. Feedback, comments, and all that would be greatly appreciated because I’m new and slightly anxious haha. There’s also a Spotify playlist above to listen to as you read if, like me, that’s your kind of thing. Apologies if it seems slow, but I had to set the scene before getting the ball rolling... If feedback is positive, I might post the other chapters in some form of a consistent schedule! Also, apologies for any spelling mistakes -- I ain’t got no proof reader! Enjoy!

Evening had just settled upon Asgard. The bright sun hid itself behind the clouds as the stars and moon took their turn out in the open, their mild light glinting off the smooth surfaces of the palace. All was quiet and calm, the only noises coming from the gentle wind and palace guards on their usual patrol.

The great noise and extravagant light of the Bifröst being used cut through the calm atmosphere, signalling the return of Queen Frigga. Heimdall stood guard as always and regarded the woman in his usual monotone, but his greeting went surprising unacknowledged. The Queen walked with haste and purpose, carrying a small form in her arms. Bloodstains covered the front of her formally elegant dress and a limp arm hung over the edge of the body, swaying as she walked. As was his duty as guardian sentry, Heimdall informed Frigga that she would have to speak with the King before bringing outsiders (let alone mortals) into their realm, but his words fell on deaf ears. Her expression was a mixture of determination and purpose, with the smallest dash of fear that he could easily see. As guards marched up the rainbow bridge to escort her back to the castle, they paused together, having finally noticing the body she carried as she hurried towards them.

“Send for the healers,” she commanded them, slightly out of breath. “And tell them that their services are urgently needed.”

“My Queen,” one guard began, looking between her and the body. “Have you been injured?”

Her tone never wavered beyond that of a regal, just queen. “It is not me who needs help, it is this child. Go, now!”

One guard did as informed while the other two began to accompany her into the Asgardian Palace. Their offers to carry the child, a small girl, were rejected several times. The halls of the castle echoed with the sound of urgent footfalls on the marble floors, some of the guards and maids curiously looking at the reserved commotion as it passed them by. Hushed words were exchanged at the sight of an unconscious mortal in the palace.

This was how I first ended up in Asgard; a defenceless child on the brink of death, carried in the arms of a loving queen. Nifty, huh?

As Frigga made her way towards to Healers’ Wing that was already being prepped for the arrival of some mysterious child in need, word from Heimdall that the Queen had brought a mortal into Asgard quickly found its way to King Odin in his throne room. Frigga knew that he was informed when she arrived at her destination to find the entrance guarded by two of the King’s personal guards.

“I am sorry, my Queen,” one of them said robotically. “But the Allfather has ordered for us to bring you to the throne room, along with the Midgardian.

“This child needs help,” she replied, holding on to whatever patience she had left. “I am your queen and you will stand aside.”

Neither of them flinched. “They are the King’s orders that you be brought before him.”

“Take me if you so insist, but the girl needs to be seen to.”

“Not until you have spoken with the King.”

Finally, Frigga’s patience snapped. “She will die if not tended to.”

Neither of them spoke a word, instead giving her blank stares from beneath their helms. Seeing that there was no way she would be able to get them to let her through, she allowed them to escort her to the throne room where her husband waited for her arrival.

The walk was a rushed one, mostly because of Frigga’s insistence. As the minutes ticked by, she grew more and more concerned for the small being lying limp in her arms, breathing shallow and shaky. She peered down at her occasionally, the girl's face hidden as it was nestled into her dress. Although the soldiers were brimming with curiosity, none of them dared to question why their queen had come back from Midgard with one of the inhabitants, an injured one, at that.

The huge doors to the even larger throne room were pushed open, revealing the mostly vacant Valaskjalf. A lone figure resided at the end of the room, sitting proudly upon the golden throne. Odin remained seated with his spear, Gungnir, in hand as his wife was led forward, clutching the little girl’s body tighter to her chest. Her dresses trailed along the stainless floors, her own journey to the steps reflected back up at her. Upon arrival at the lower steps, the guards bowed before stepping aside, leaving Frigga to stand before her husband.

Odin silently regarded her for a moment before he spoke in a booming voice. “My wife, you are aware of the rules and restrictions that are upheld in relation to outsiders being brought through the Bifröst, are you not?”

What kept Frigga calm was that his tone was not condescending or negative, but that of a King who has to do what was expected of him.

“I am aware, Odin,” she replied, remaining polite but ignoring all formalities due to the urgency of the situation. “As you know I am, but such an urgent situation required immediate action to be taken. She would have died if left on Midgard and she will still die here if we do not help her.”

Odin leaned forward in his throne, his steely gaze landing on the girl in his wife’s arms. “And why would you insist on bringing a lowly Midgardian back with you to Asgard? What significance is she to you?”

“None, my King,” Frigga replied, both her gaze and stance confident. “But I would not leave behind a defenceless child to perish alone when she could be saved.”

A look of recognition flashed over Odin’s features for a fraction of a second before it just as quickly disappeared. That split second of silent interaction spoke more words than any of those around them could comprehend.

Odin didn’t get a chance to respond, as the sound of the doors bursting open interrupted the conversation. Both the King and Queen’s attention was drawn to the end of the hall as Thor and Loki made their way towards them, the latter walking slightly behind the former.

“Mother!” Thor called her in delight. “We had heard of your return!”

“My sons,” Frigga greeted them, somewhat despondently as they got closer.

Confusion covered the two brothers’ faces as they spotted the limp form in their mother's arms.

Loki’s brows furrowed at the sight of blood on her dress. “Mother, are you alright? Have you been hurt?”

She shook her head, soothing his worries somewhat. “I am well, Loki. It is not my blood.”

“What have you brought with you?” Thor asked inquisitively once he had confirmed that she was unhurt and peered at the child. “Is it a slave? Or a runaway? Is it alive?”

“She may not be for much longer if she doesn't get the help she needs.” Frigga turned her attention back to Odin, who had been silently observing the exchange. “Please, Odin.”

“Tell me what happened,” he answered and remained seated. “Tell me where you found her.”

There was a brief pause before Frigga began her tale, detailing how during her trip to Midgard, she had taken to walking around the cities in the early hours of the morning when they were mostly deserted, disguised as a mortal woman. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, but the tranquility of the city was disrupted when she spotted something unusual behind a dumpster in a filthy alleyway. What had compelled the queen to investigate what she saw in that alleyway she wasn't sure, but her feet had brought her closer to have a look before she could contemplate why. It was there that she discovered the frail and broken body of the Midgardian girl, shivering uncontrollably in both pain and the cold. Frigga asked the child if she could hear her as she took in the bruises on her face. Glistening eyes met her gaze before her lids shut again, slipping into unconsciousness. Already involved in this child’s affairs and unwilling to leave her there to die in the cold, Frigga took it upon herself to save this young life, even if it meant questioning her own King. After her owl healing abilities were not enough, she had no choice but to bring her back to Asgard.

Thor and Loki listening intently, looking between the girl and their mother in amazement.

“And were the medical facilities on earth not suitable for this case?” Odin asked in exasperation. “That is what doctors are for, after all.”

“Coming here with the child was far quicker than finding a hospital and Asgardian healers are the finest in all of the Nine Realms.”

“A Midgardian…” Loki murmured to himself, amazed by the little mortal before him. Having always had an interest Midgard and its people (not to mention all of the realms), he was somewhat pleased with his mother’s rash actions. He had little to no time for mortals, considering they were beneath the Aesir, but he couldn’t help but be fascinated by their simple ways.

“And those healers are reserved for Asgardians alone. She is mortal, therefore she does not belong here. Guards, take her back to Midgard immediately.”

At their king's command, two guards quickly approached Frigga with the intention of fulfilling his orders, but she held the girl tightly to her chest.

“Odin, I speak to you as both your wife and a mother. If you send this girl back to Midgard, then she will die before anyone can help her. While here, there are healers capable of saving her now. If you send her back, you will have the blood of an innocent child on your hands. Mortal or not, she is but a child.”

There was a long pause as Odin contemplated her words. Their sons remained silent and glanced between the two, wanting to add their own opinions, but knowing it was better to keep their mouths shut. Frigga stared at him, her eyes overwhelmingly intense and intimidating. She was pleading silently and for a moment, it appeared as though her efforts fell upon deaf ears.

This was how Frigga saved my life.

 “You may take the child to be healed,” Odin announced calmly, his expression unreadable. “Once she is well again, she will be returned to Midgard.”

The tense atmosphere in the room instantly melted away. Loki’s eyes grew wide -- he hadn't been expecting such an act of kindness from his father. While he could be a just king when needed, mortals were strictly forbidden in Asgard.

While Thor offered to help Frigga carry the girl, Loki hung back and observed instead. He preferred not to get too involved in the whole situation, while it seemed that his mother already was; she calmly refused Thor’s assistance and carried the child to the healing wing herself. Upon arrival, she was placed on a table and surrounded by Eir and the finest healers Asgard could offer while Loki watched from the corner of the room. Thor approached him whereas Frigga remained by the girl.

“What do you make of this, little brother?” Thor asked, his arms folded across his chest.

Loki merely shrugged. “It would seem that mother has somehow managed to briefly change father's stubborn opinion on mortals in our realm. I must admit, her argument was impressive.”

“She is only one little mortal.”

“Indeed. I am not overly fond of children, no matter the race.”

“What harm could she possibly do?"

"Very little, I would imagine. She can't be more than six or seven years old."

"She is still a babe," Thor laughed. "She is no threat to us. And once she is fully healed, she will be returned to Midgard."

Loki let out a snort. "I'm sure that Father cannot wait for that day."

The tall blonde leaned casually against a nearby pillar with a smirk. "Perhaps you will get to interrogate the child all about her insignificant life before she leaves."

Loki gave his sibling a wry look. "Why in the name of the Norns would I ask this girl of her life on Earth?" What exactly was he insinuating?

"Loki, Loki, Loki," the God of Thunder chuckled, shaking his head. "You are always stuck in your books, reading everything there is to know about the Nine Realms and its inhabitants. When you should have been out sparring with Sif and I, you read about other worlds and went to seiðr training with mother. Suddenly a Midgardian appears in our very home and you're telling me that you have no interest in questioning her at all?"

If Loki said that his brother was full of it, it would be a blatant lie. While he found his ignorant comment about reading and seiðr highly irritating, he had to admit (at least, not out loud) that he was a little bit curious about her world. The words never escaped his mouth though. "You are aware that this child is probably going to wake up traumatised, depending on how she ended up in that state?"

Thor's response was a shrug. "Still, it's an opportunity I doubt you would willingly let pass by." They were silent for a moment, watching the scene before them as it played out. "Mother seems to have taken a shine to the little mortal, hasn't she?"

Loki rolled his green eyes. "You speak of her as though she is a house pet."

"I only jest! But you cannot deny that mother seems to be attached already."

Watching Frigga hold the girl's hand as healers inspected her injuries, the youngest son of Odin replied. "That attachment will fade presently. Soon enough, she will have to leave this place."

"Perhaps she will keep her," Thor pondered aloud.

Loki scoffed. "Father would sooner give up the thrown to the Frost Giants than let a mortal remain in his halls. And I would also imagine that her guardians on Midgard are looking for her."

"Would you not enjoy a Midgardian pet? They are a weak race in comparison to ourselves.”

“That may be so, but you know how Mother feels about slavery. She would never allow it, nor do I desire it."

Thor shrugged dismissively and pushed himself away from the pillar he had been leaning against. "I suppose so. Alas, I have more important matters to attend to. I'm already late for my sparring match with Lady Sif. Don't hover over the mortal too long, brother."

Loki watched his sibling leave and then turned his eyes back to his mother. Frigga remained next to the platform where the girl lay surrounded by working healers. The child's vital signs all appeared on floating holograms. Certain healers sieved through them, pinpointing problems that showed up on a body chart.

"… head trauma," he heard one inform another. "… two broken ribs… bruising and laceration…"

"This Midgardian received a harsh beating," Eir agreed, her voice a little louder so that Loki could hear. "I am surprised she has clung to life this long."

"She is a fighter, it would seem," Frigga said, stroking the small hand with her thumb. "Will she survive?"

"Her chances are high now that she is on Asgard. Had she been brought back to her own planet, she would have perished, no doubt. That being said, I'm unsure as to when she will wake up."

"Then I will remain her for as long as I can," the Allmother replied, watching the girl attentively.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you desire, Your Grace."

It was a short while after this when Loki decided to step forward. “Mother? Would you ask that I remain with you?" He wasn't sure whether it was concern or curiosity, but he found himself preferring to stay where he was.

Frigga tore her gaze away from the child and settled it on her own offspring with a smile. "It would please me greatly to have you here by my side, my son."

He made his way over and took a seat next to her. With her free hand, she took his in her grasp, squeezing gently. He returned her smile with a small grin of his own and squeezed back.

"Where has your brother run off to?" Frigga asked after a moment.

"He left to spar with Lady Sif in the training yards," Loki replied, gauging her reaction.

She laughed gently. "I should have guessed as much."

They sat in silence as the healers worked attentively. Loki kept his gaze on the child, getting a real look at her for the first time. She had thick mousy hair, falling down to just past her shoulders, which appeared knotted and frayed in the ends. She was slim — worryingly so — and her top and bottoms were covered in dirt and small dapples of blood here and there. She was wearing a dark blue garment that looked like a short tunic with a hood attached while also being a few sizes too big for her. When his eyes found their way to her little freckled face, he was met with an array of cuts and deep bruises. Two lacerations in particular on her upper lip and right brow were sure to leave scars, even with Asgardian healers on hand. Her expression was blank in her slumber despite the gravity of her injuries -- beneath all the bruises and dirt, her face still contained the innocence of a young child.

"What could have done this to her?" Loki asked his mother, overwhelmed with confusion rather than sadness. "She is but a child and a mortal. They are utterly defenceless and inept at this stage in their short lives."

Frigga shook her head slowly. "I do not know, Loki. I cannot understand it myself. Perhaps when she awakens we will get some answers."

"Perhaps." Despite not being ridiculously upset for the mortal, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her when he thought about how harmless she was. What… thing could possibly have the motivation and the malice to strike something as defenceless as she?

He turned to his mother. "You do not know her name?"

"No. Hopefully that is another piece of information she can enlighten us with when she awakens."

For a moment, Loki pondered what she would be called. Something dull probably, like most other Midgardian names… But her little bruised hands caught his attention and he immediately grimaced. He was the God of Lies and Mischief, the Trickster, the Silvertongue, but such unnecessary violence as this was never in his favour. There were some things that he would never and could never understand. At least the girl had survived her ordeal. He was a Trickster, but not heartless.

“The healers do not know when she will awaken,” he commented. “Do you think she will stay in this state for long?”

The Queen shrugged, a dark look passing over her fair face at the thought. “I can only hope that she will rouse soon, but if time is what she needs to heal, then so be it.”

“She is very… little,” he said absentmindedly.

Frigga nodded her head gently. “So very little and frail indeed. Mortals are so delicate.” She paused briefly to let out a shaky breath. “I fear that she may not survive her ordeal.”

Tearing his gaze away from the girl, Loki looked at his mother. “She is surrounded by the finest healers in all of Asgard, so I imagine that the stakes are already in her favour. Logically, she would have perished in her own realm, but not now. And little does she know, the Allmother sits patiently by her side, guarding her and wishing her a speedy recovery.”

Their gazes met and Frigga smiled at him. Not a grin or a smirk, but a genuine, happy smile. He couldn’t lie; seeing her pleased with him made him feel utterly elated.

“My son,” she murmured. “You are kinder than you give yourself credit for.”

Despite enjoying her affections, he let out a snort and spoke with a voice laced in sarcasm. “Kind? I am the Trickster God, I am not known for my kindness, nor my love of children.”

“What others think of you is irrelevant to me. I am your mother and I know that you have a kind heart, Loki, you just seldom show it.”

He bowed his head gently, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. Something that Frigga could always make him feel — acceptance, joy, a connection with someone else. He couldn’t possibly count all the times that Thor and his friends rebuked and teased him for his choice of combat and seiðr practice when he was but a child. It was the warm embrace of his mother’s arms that had made him feel like he somewhat belonged. When Odin favoured Thor for his brute strength in combat, Frigga was there to encourage Loki’s illusions and teach him the ways of the ancient art of seiðr. And now having lived for over a thousand years knowing that he was not as valued as his brother and that he was not as kind and gentle as she claimed, he still went to her and she still made him feel loved.

He grinned at her. “Well, I know better than to argue with a strong-willed woman; it would be impossible to change your mind.”

“Nothing would ever change my mind.”

They descended into a comfortable silence as the healers worked away on the Midgardian, taking special care to look after her in the Allmother’s presence. Loki could feel his mother gently stroking her thumb against the back of his hand. Looking down he noticed that she was doing the same with the girl’s.

“While we do not know her name yet,” Frigga declared some time later. “We must refer to her somehow.”

This somewhat piqued his interest. “Did you have anything in mind?”

Peering at her lithe form on the table, healers probing gently at cuts and bruises, Frigga said. “Nothing of yet, but maybe I will be struck with inspiration before she wakes.”

Loki remained seated beside Frigga until the healers had done all they could and explained their progress in short but helpful detail. He stayed by her side when she squeezed the girl’s little hand in her own and assured her that she would not wake up alone in a foreign world. That she would be there to help her.

He remained by her side because he loved Frigga and because this little Midgardian had successfully latched on to his attentions, whether he liked it or not.

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