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lokifantasies · 3 years

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Missing (Loki/Jade/Reader)

Jade runs away, you and Loki panic, and she immediately misses her home.

Warning: attempted sexual assault scene.

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"She's not here," Loki voice, filled with fear, calls out from Jade's bedroom. You immediately stand up from the couch and follow your lover out the front door to see what the two of you can find. "Jade!" Loki yells, his voice panicking.

"Jade!" you call out after Loki's loud voice.

The two of you are only met with the silence of winter air and the sound of snow crunching under your feet.

"Where the hell did she go?!" you try to figure out.

Loki scoffs. "She ran away."

"I'm calling the cops," you announce, quickly running back inside for your phone while Loki continues to scour the neighborhood.

Half an hour later, blue and red lights illuminate the streets as the police search every road in the neighborhood for the missing teenager – calling her name over and over through the loudspeakers and approaching neighbors' doors to ask if they know where the teenager is.

"Loki," you cry into the god's chest. "Where did she go?"

The God of Mischief gently rubs your back in an attempt to keep you calm. "I've no clue, my love," he says softly – his own terror starting to overwhelm him. "We'll find her."

As you stand with Loki, an officer slowly approaches the two of you – being cautious when he realizes that he's going to have to deal with the god that tried to take over New York years ago.

"Excuse me," the officer politely approaches you and Loki.

You desperately turn to the uniformed officer. "Where is she?! Did you find her?!" Loki places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a slight squeeze.

"No, ma'am," the officer solemnly admits. "We're looking all over the city."

"She can't be that far," Loki scoffs as you turn back around and hold him tightly.

The officer gives the two of you a quick smile. "We're doing everything we can possibly do. When we find her, you'll be contacted."

"What're we supposed to do?" you ask – desperation in your voice.

The cop takes a deep breath in – knowing that you aren't going to like his suggestion. "Stay home."

You scoff and cock your head at the officer. "I'm sorry...what?"

"If she comes home, she needs to know that she won't be alone," he explains.

"He's right," Loki backs up the police officer. "We'll stay here, and if she comes home by herself, we'll call."

The officer gives Loki a nod and shakes his hand. "Sounds good...and if we find her, you'll be contacted, and she'll be brought back home."

Finally, you understand the logic behind the actions and nod your head. "Thank you."

You turn away from the police officer and Loki to go back inside the house – trying to keep your tears under control.

"Here's my card," the officer offers to Loki, who immediately accepts. "Keep calling around – call her friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever...we'll find her, sir."

Jade's anger had taken over her – driving her away from the home she shares with you and Loki. Rather than admit she was wrong, she would rather tough it out on the streets of New York City – alone and cold. She knew there was no way they would even notice her being gone – they'd probably be relieved that she's out of their hair. As Jade walks down a sidewalk through a rough part of town, she feels her arm be grabbed and roughly yanked – forcing her down an alleyway. When she looks up, her eyes meet the crazy ones of some older man, and when she tries to get away and push him off, he only laughs and pins her closer to the brick wall, but when Jade spits in his face, she's met with a fist to her face.

"Was a purty lil thing like you doin' out here?" the man, clearly drunk, asks the teen as she tries to get her jaw to stop hurting.

"Kidnapping and murdering old creeps," Jade spits, refusing to show her fear.

The man didn't entertain her attitude, and he wobbly spread her knees apart with his own, and Jade's tough façade quickly disappeared when she felt his hands go to her jeans – unbuttoning the single button with a perverted grin on his face.

"Be a good girl, and I won' be long." The man's filthy, smelly hands roughly rub Jade's cheeks, and he moans at the sight of her tears. "Have you taken a big 'un before?"

"Is that really any of your business?" a heavenly voice calls out from a few feet away.

The man laughs and turns to whoever has interrupted his fun. "Come on, man," he sighs, "you can have your fun when I's done."

"I don't think you understand," the voice calls out again. "You're going to let go of my niece before I take you to her father."

Finally, the man lets Jade go, and Thor quickly catches her before she falls to the ground.

"Uncle Thor," she cries in his arms. "Please, I wanna go home...Please take me home...I want my dad."

Thor picks her up and carries her back towards the road. "It's okay, JJ," Thor soothes the terrified teenager. "We're going home."

When Thor finally gets the traumatized fourteen-year-old back home, you and Loki come running out of the house, and Jade immediately runs into your and Loki's arms.

"Oh my God," you breathe out, taking in the scent of your little girl. "Jade...,"

Jade cries uncontrollably, and Loki shoots his brother a nod. "I'm so sorry," she sobs. "I'll never do that again...I'm so sorry."

"You're okay," Loki calms her as he rubs her back. "You're home...you're home...you're safe now."

Loki pulls Jade closer to his chest and rests his cheek on the top of her head – looking to you with teary eyes. While Thor was bringing Jade back, he had called and told you and Loki what he had stumbled upon – making sure the two of you knew that Jade would be in an extremely vulnerable and shaken state. Thor completely expected Loki to hunt down the piece of trash that attempted to assault his daughter and murder him slowly; however, he couldn't help but beam with pride when the only words that came from his little brother's mouth were words of concern and relief, and instead of making it his mission to hunt down the rat, Loki was more concerned with having his little girl in his arms again – everything else would have to come second. Thor offers to take the twins and your son for the weekend – giving the two of you time to get Jade settled back down, but the last thing you and Loki want is to have any more of your children out of your sight, so Loki asks his brother to stay on the couch to help to tend to the younger ones. Happily, the God of Thunder agrees and makes himself at home once the three of you go back inside – Jade refusing to let go of her dad.

"Sissy!" Ivy squeals when she sees Jade come back into the house. Jade gives her a weak smile and clutches to Loki even more. "I colored this for you!"

Ivy hands a drawing over to Jade, and she carefully takes it. It's a drawing of Jade dressed as a princess with a sparkly pink dress and a tiara.

"Thank you, Ivy," Jade sniffs while looking at the photo. "I love it."

Emmy chuckles from the kitchen where they had been sitting. "I guess I was wrong, Ivy," she confesses and then turns to Jade. "I didn't think you would like it."

"Alright, enough," you intervene. "Uncle Thor is going to be staying for a couple of nights, so he's in charge, alright?"

"Dor," your two-year-old son giggles and points to his uncle.

Before you, Loki, and Jade head to a more private room, the two of you kiss the twins and son goodnight – making sure to tell them how much you love them and letting Thor know the important things to keep them under control. As the three of you head to your and Loki's bedroom, the house quiets down, and Jade throws herself on the bed – clutching a pillow to her face and screaming into it. With a wave of his hand, Loki has the three of you changed into comfortable sleep clothes, and the two of you quietly join your daughter on the bed – rubbing her back as she sobs and waiting for the other to say something.

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 2

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/629921660092514304/odins-ward-chapter-1

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 2545

Warnings: None

Y/n: 8 // Loki: 10 // Thor: 14

Loki’s POV

“Come now, brother, surely you can do better than that!” Thor laughs and swings his sword in my direction.

I roll my eyes and parry, taking a few steps backwards as I do so. “You know well that this area of fighting is not my forte.”

“And it is my job as your older brother to remedy that.”

I swing towards him this time, a blow he blocks easily. “Then why do we pay the trainers so generously?”

Thor chuckles. “It shall be one of the first things I fix when I am king.”

My grip on the sword tightens. “Perhaps Father will choose me as his successor.”

Thor laughs heartily, as though the idea is preposterous. To him, it surely is. “Brother, you must understand. Father has every intention of picking me. I am the firstborn, I am known as the golden son, and I am the strongest of the two of us. I mean no offense, but surely you must see how I am the clear choice.”

Despite the lack of malice in his voice, I cannot stop the anger that rushes through me. I reset my stance and prepare to attack again with the sword.

“Forgive me for interrupting, Your Majesties, but I am afraid I am growing quite hungry. When do you propose we return indoors to take lunch?”

There’s a silence as Thor and I stare each other down, neither quite willing to give up on the coming fight. However, Lady Y/n is waiting for an answer and we both know it would be terribly rude to ignore her.

It’s so nice out, and I very much dislike the idea of wasting the day inside. So I suggest that we have our meal brought to us and eat here.

Having grown much more comfortable with us over the past months, Lady Y/n openly protests. “Here? Your Majesty, we are on the training grounds. Surely soldiers will come here soon to practice.”

I take her words into consideration and realize that she’s right. I think through an updated plan. “Very well, then. I know of a better place. Thor, Lady Y/n, return to your rooms and change into clothing suitable for a ride. Meet back here as soon as you can. I’ll take care of the preparations necessary for lunch.”

Thor grumbles at taking orders from his little brother, but Lady Y/n’s eyes sparkle with excitement. She turns and skips back inside. Thor follows with a little less enthusiasm.

{***}

About half an hour later, everything is set. The traveling party is bigger than I would have liked, but I suppose it is necessary to correctly adhere to protocol. Our party is made up of two kitchen servants, two guards, Nanny Idsol to attend to Lady Y/n, and Nanny Freydis for me. Thor was recently fortunate enough to graduate to a manservant (who is also accompanying us), but I must continue to put up with my insufferable nanny. Hopefully soon I will be rid of her. The thought makes me smile.

Each of us is to ride on a horse, with the exception of Lady Y/n and the nannies, who have a carriage. Upon hearing this, Lady Y/n frowns. “Your Graces, would it be possible for me to ride? I was used to doing so at home, and am sufficiently skilled.”

“Don’t argue with the princes,” Nanny Idsol intervenes.

“She’s not arguing.” Although I’m young, I know well how to infuse my voice and presence with authority. Nanny Idsol backs off immediately. “If you feel comfortable,” I continue, addressing only Lady Y/n, “you may certainly ride to our destination.”

She beams and curtsies her thanks. Thor sends his manservant to the stables to procure an additional horse, and soon we are on our way.

We traverse through the city and allow the people to praise us as we go. Lady Y/n looks a little uncomfortable with the attention, maybe even frightened, and I notice Thor ride closer to her, probably offering his protection. Lady Y/n frowns a little, straightens, and seems to force herself to seem more at ease. Interesting.

After about twenty minutes, we reach the edge of the main city which allows us access to the forest.

“Oh, Your Grace, what a wonderful idea,” Lady Y/n exclaims, and Thor nods in agreement. My heart soars at their approval.

Soon, we find the spot I had hoped for—a flat space nestled in the trees on the bank of a river—and the servants set up our picnic. When we eat, they give us our space, taking up residence a few hundred feet back. The guards, however, stay close to our sides. Can’t have the three most important children in the world be killed all at once, now can we?

“Lady Y/n, forgive my curiosity,” Thor starts during the second course, “but I seem to have forgotten the name and title of your father. Could you remind me?”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. They told us this ten months ago when she arrived. Was he not paying attention?

Lady Y/n’s answer is polite, but I can tell she is tired of recounting this information. Truly, at least once a week, someone questions the reasoning for her presence. “He is Yoldstadt, former diplomat to Alfheim and now rules as Alfheim’s regent in your father’s absence.”

Thor’s gaze sets, and I can tell he his about to say something rash. “Lady Y/n, are you sure there is not something more you can remember? I am unable to see what conditions are strong enough to assure you a spot nearly equal to Asgardian royalty.”

I literally stop breathing.

I try to communicate with my eyes how much Mother will scold him for his comment should she find out. And I’ll make sure she finds out. How fun this will be for me!

Lady Y/n’s face contorts in what I presume to be embarrassment. Quickly though, I realize it’s in anger.

“I am sorry, Your Highness, that I am not important enough to share your environment. Please, give me the resources necessary and I will quickly remedy the issue. It would be silly to ignore the significant role excessive wealth plays in your upbringing. As far as the royalty part goes, while I may not have the blood, I can learn all I need from you! Where shall I start first? Consuming an entire boar by myself? Or expanding my muscles to rival the size of my head? No, I think I’ll start with cultivating an obscenely arrogant attitude! That should make me worthy of this life. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your invaluable council.” With that, she stands up to her full height of possibly four and a half feet, shakes out the skirt of her dress, and stomps to her horse.

Thor’s face turns a lovely shade of purple and makes into all sorts of fun shapes. I grin widely and can’t help but bounce in my place.

Thor speaks through gritted teeth. “That girl—”

“—is fantastic,” I finish, getting up and running after her. “Lady Y/n, would you allow me to accompany you back to the castle?”

She purses her lips, thinking. Finally, she nods, and I offer her my arm.

Y/n: 10 // Loki: 12 // Thor: 16

Y/n’s POV

“Lady Y/n, what are you reading?” Prince Loki’s voice travels to reach me from the other corner of the room. Deep in my book, I decide to answer him after I finish the paragraph. Without warning, I hold only air in my hands. The book begins to float!

“Hey!” I stand to reach for it, but it’s climbing higher and higher, until finally, it hits the ceiling.

I glare at a chuckling Prince Loki. “It’s rude to take other people’s things.”

He grins haughtily. “It’s rude to ignore your prince. What are you reading?”

I continue to glare at him. “I was reading a history novel, but now it’s on the ceiling.”

“Hmmm, I suppose it is.” He doesn’t try very hard to sound concerned.

“Your Highness—” my teeth clench in an attempt to restrain my anger. He’s only teasing, after all. Reacting badly would make me into the rude one, and I mostly know better.

A shield hits the ceiling strategically and knocks my book to the ground.

“There.” Lady Sif had paused her sparring match with Prince Thor to cause my book to fall back to me. I curtsy and smile gratefully, then rush to grab my book.

“Thank you, Lady Sif!”

“A-ha-ha!” Prince Thor’s booming laugh fills the room, and I can’t help but smile myself. “Brother, your magic has been thwarted by Lady Sif!”

Prince Loki rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores the jab. He begins to walk away. “Enjoy your book, Lady Y/n.”

“Although he showed it indelicately, Loki does have a point, Lady Y/n.” Thor ends his sparring match with a quick nod to Lady Sif. “It would do you well to move around a bit. In fact, come over here, I could use some help with my exercises.”

I know better than to argue with Prince Thor, but I find myself stifling a groan. I don’t want to help him with his exercises. I shuffle towards the center of the playroom.

“Got you!”

I shriek in surprise as Prince Thor picks me up and holds me high above his head, beginning to run around the room. My scream quickly turns to a laugh as delight runs through me. It’s like I’m flying! Lady Sif and Prince Loki cheer us on as Prince Thor continues his course, holding me above his head as he goes. I gain courage and extend my arms to the side as if I was a bird. I gasp and a yelp escapes me as the prince takes it upon himself to throw me high into the air. He catches me with ease, and I relax, once again enjoying myself. The cheers from my friends increase as Prince Thor continues the game. Soon, I’m laughing so hard that tears come into my eyes. I’ve never had this much fun!

As if sniffing out the impropriety, Nanny Idsol stalks into the room. “Children,” she scolds. “What is all this commotion about?”

My laughter dies as do the cheers as Prince Thor carefully puts me down.

I gulp and step forward. “Nanny Idsol, we were just playing—”

“Do not interrupt me, young miss,” she snaps, fury flying into her eyes. I look at the ground, properly embarrassed. “You know much better than to behave like this!”

“If I may, Nanny Idsol, the fault lies with me,” Prince Thor comes to my defense. “I began the game. Lady Y/n was truly just going along.”

Nanny Idsol’s face softens as she looks upon Asgard’s golden boy. “My dear prince, do not feel as if you must defend this insolent girl.” Her gaze snaps sharply to me before turning sweetly back to Prince Thor, though her voice remains hard. “I have taught her better, I am sure.”

“Evidently not,” Prince Loki scoffs under his breath. Everyone chooses to ignore him.

“As for you, young lady,” Nanny Idsol sneers, “it is time you learn to act as a young lady should. Beginning tomorrow, you will spend your mornings learning the art of embroidery.” She looks incredibly pleased with herself for having conjured up this new idea.

I do not look up from the ground. “Yes, Nanny Idsol.”

“Now, to your chambers! I think you have had quite enough excitement for this day.”

I don’t look back as I leave the room, but I can feel the eyes of my friends on me. How embarrassing.

{***}

An hour or so after the playroom incident, I hear a quiet knock at my door. Quickly drying my tears, I shuffle to open it. Prince Loki stands before me, an impish grin on his face.

“Your Highness, what—”

“Shh!” He cuts me off, grinning. “May I come in?”

Mutely, I step back and allow him to enter.

He assesses my chambers, still devoid of decoration besides the standard Asgardian design. “Lovely room. Could do with a bit more personality though.”

Still stunned by his presence here, I answer automatically. “I don’t have many personal items since my father sent me away so quickly.”

“Ah,” is his only response. Once he’s done glancing around my living space, he turns to look at me. Upon focusing on my face, he leans in and furrows his brow. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” I answer defiantly, loathe to admit to my tears.

He straightens and nods sharply. “Good. That dreadful woman isn’t worth crying over. I don’t know why Mother and Father continue to employ her. She’s just so unpleasant.”

“She is,” I agree emphatically before reminding myself that it is rude to speak badly of others. Even if they are mean old ladies.

Prince Loki takes a seat at one of the tables in my room and I’m drawn back to the situation at hand. “Your Highness, might I ask…how are you here? There are guards in the halls at all times and Nanny Idsol would be horrified to know that we are in each other’s presence unaccompanied.”

He grins, his eyes alight with mischief. “Don’t worry, Lady Y/n, no one will find out.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “I slipped by the guards quite easily due to this new teleportation spell I’m learning.”

“Teleportation?!” My eyes shoot open and I plop into the chair across from him, my excitement effectively erasing any notions of following protocol.

His expression turns smug. “Yep. I’ve been working on it for a few months, but it wasn’t ready to show you. But now…” His eyes light up again. “Would you like to see?”

“Absolutely!”

His smile widens and he grabs my hand, pulling me to the center of my room. He takes a place about three feet in front of me. “Ready? Don’t close your eyes.”

I nod and work hard to keep from blinking. He squeezes his own eyes shut, mutters something unintelligible, and within the next second, he’s gone. There’s a tap on my shoulder. I whirl around to find him standing nowhere near where he was a second ago, arms spread out wide as if saying ‘ta-da!’

“Oh, wow!” A delighted laugh bubbles from my mouth.

He walks back to the sitting portion of my room and I follow dutifully. “I can’t do it too often because it makes me tired,” he explains, slumping into a chair. “I just thought you ought to get to see it.”

I beam. “I’m so glad you decided to show me.”

“Mother says that as I get older and become better at magic, I won’t get as tired and I’ll be able to just think the spell rather than saying it aloud.” A wistful look crosses his face. “I can’t wait for then.”

I cross my arms over my knees, wanting to reassure my friend. “You’re going to be amazing, Prince Loki.”

Surprise colors his features. “What makes you say that?”

I shrug. “I just know.”

A/n Here’s chapter 2! Let me know what you think and if you would like to be added to the tag list :) I also have another Loki x Reader up called The Queen. You can find it on my page or on my masterlist!

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/630010330649706496/odins-ward-chapter-3

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starscreamloki · 5 years

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It’s a Guard’s Life

Short fic

Warnings: Odin’s A+ parenting

Words: 1343

Summary: Loki has to take the full brunt from Odin while he is actually innocent and Kjelt, one of Asgard’s new palace Guards, is a witness to this.

A/N: Recently I came across this post where people blogged about the guards in Thor 1 and that they didn’t come into the Asgard’s vault as Loki discovered his true heritage even though there was a lot of shouting. This actually inspired a short fic about a guard who kind witnesses one of such fights in the house of Odin. This is set Pre-Thor 2011. A big shout out and thanks to @thesaltofcarthage who gave me the inspiration to write this drabble.

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It was his first day on the job and Kjelt was so happy to have it. He had worked so hard for this and now he finally was a palace guard. His parents would be so proud!

This morning Rumir had explained him everything he needed to know, though he hadn’t expected to be in need of that information so quickly.

“It’s a very shouty household,” Rumir said and then shrugged. “You’ll get used to it. Often it sounds as if King Odin is flaying his sons alive every night at dinner, but that’s pretty much just how they talk. The hammer might bang against the wall every once in a while, but if the wall stands, it’s alright, no need to take action.

“If you see lights flashing, that’s the younger Prince’s Seidr. Again, if the wall doesn’t fall down, you don’t have to intervene. The only time you have to hop to is if one them yells the word ‘Guards!’ That’s a summons, and you’d better be there on the double if that happens. Beyond that, you’re part of the furniture. If you aren’t getting blood splashed on you, just look the other way.

“Don’t worry too much about it though. Prince Loki deserves it with all his mischief making and Thor learns from those fights to be our future king. Oh, and don’t worry if something comes flying at you, Queen Frigga shall protect you. Unless she is not in the room, then keep your eyes open!”

Kjelt was standing in the dinning hall of the palace, gripping his spear harder with every single minute that passed. Rumir had not lied to him.

The King was having dinner with his wife and children, well, if a dinner was what one could call it. They were scarcely eating and heated words and sly jabs were being handed out over the table as if it was nothing.

Odin had yet to shout, but something in Kjelt’s gut told him it wouldn’t be long for that to happen. He tried to focus his attention on the wall opposite of him, but he couldn’t help catching the conversation.

“And then I threw my hammer at the Warg and it was dead,” Thor declared proudly, his voice resonating through the room for all to hear.

“No, it was not,” Loki interjected coldly, putting down his glass of wine. “I killed it with my knife, laying it low on the spot.”

“Liar!” Thor bellowed and Kjelt was sure he could see some dust falling from the ceiling as that booming voice echoed through the room again.

“Then explain the lethal stab wound in the beasts side and the blood on my armour,” Loki snarled, and Kjelt caught the withering glare the younger Prince gave his brother.

“How can I help it that you accidentally cut yourself on your own knives, brother?” Thor said with a mouthful of food.

Loki gave his brother a disgusted look and the poignant look Thor received from the Queen betrayed that she probably had said many times before that it was bad behavior to speak with one’s mouth full of food. Minutely Thor’s face dropped, but a grin quickly found his lips again.

“I did not and you know it,” the younger Prince growled. “I slew the Warg and you are taking credit for it.”

When Thor answered he sounded like a petulant child. “Am not.”

“I’m very proud of you my son,” Odin said, laying a hand on Thor’s shoulder and gave him a warm smile.

Kjelt could see the anger burning in Loki’s green eyes, but underneath that something he couldn’t quite place. Hurt maybe? He wasn’t sure and it was already gone, covered up by the young prince’s rage. “Thor is honorless and taking credit that belongs to another. me!”

Whatever Thor said next was lost on Kjelt, but it obviously dismayed the younger Prince. Kjelt hadn’t thought he would witness the Prince’s Seidr, let alone on his first day, but there it was. Just a flash of green and suddenly Thor’s food had turned into a plate of writhing leeches.

“A plate full of creatures that reflect very well how you are leeching of my victory!” Loki said vicious and pointedly took a bite of his own food as to rub it in.

If Kjelt had ever thought that Thor’s voice could be booming, he was now entirely sure from who he had inherited it. Odin’s voice boomed through the room and Kjelt couldn’t keep himself from flinching.

“LOKI ODINSON!” Odin shouted and jumped to his feet while banging the table with his fist, the chair he had been sitting on skittering to the floor.

“Husband, calm down. It was but a minor spell.” Frigga turned her attention to her youngest. “Loki, reverse the spell. And how many times do I have to tell you no spells at the dinner table?”

Thor piped in as well. “Give me my food back, brother!”

“If I am not allowed my Seidr at the table, then so shouldn’t Mjolnir be,” Loki shrugged unperturbed, taking another bite of his food.

“Mjolnir is a tool, your Seidr is not,” Queen Frigga said, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Odin leaned down over the table to give Loki a withering look and said, “Turn your brothers food back. Now!”

There was no mistaking in Odin’s ire, and it was even obvious to Kjelt that the young Prince had only one change to obey the command or otherwise there would be repercussions. Even Kjelt didn’t think that Loki would dare to oppose his father, and yet he did.

“I shall not,” Loki said haughty, tilting up his chin. “Not until he tells the truth!”

“I am not the liar at this table,” Thor growled.

This time it was Loki who jumped to his feet, though it was without a falling of a chair or a fist banging on the table. “You are the liar and you well know it!”

Apparently that was all that there was needed and Thor jumped to his feet as well.

It happened faster then Kjelt could anticipate, and suddenly Mjolnir flew at the younger Prince’s form who ducked aside. The hammer continued its course, narrowly missing one of Kjelt’s fellow guards who didn’t even flinch, and the weapon crashed into the wall next to him. Kjelt was sure that if it had been him, he would have wet his undergarments.

The green flash appeared again, but if anything had happened, Kjelt couldn’t see what Loki had done. However, the King did, or he was just through with this fight, and with two big strides he bridged the distance between himself and the youngest Prince and grabbed him by the neck.

“You should do well to know your place, boy,” he growled and began steering Loki out of the room. “You and I are going to have a talk about modesty and you should be glad if I allow for you to finish your dinner after that!”

Loki struggled in the King’s grip, but it was obviously futile as the older man proved stronger.

“I have done nothing wrong. Thor is lying and too honorless to admit the truth!” Loki spat.

“Hold your forked tongue, Loki,” Odin chastised, but Loki wasn’t done yet with making his case.

“I have not even harmed him while he just tried to kill me with Mjolnir!”

“Silence!” Odin bellowed, and that was the last Kjelt saw of the both of them before they exited the dinning hall.

With dread in his stomach he watched the doors fall shut with a loud bang, almost fearing for the Prince’s well-being. He agreed with Loki and he didn’t understand why he was receiving a reprimand and not Thor.

But it was not his place to speak. It was not his place to intervene. His place was to be the invisible furniture along the wall and thus Kjelt relaxed his grip on his spear and kept staring at the wall as if nothing had happened.

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Death of the Lie, Trigger Warning- Self Harm

TITLE: Death Of The Lie

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 6

AUTHORS: Fandom-And-Feminism & FadingCoast

PROMPT/ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that when Hela and Odin were conquerors of the universe, Hela had an affair with Laufey, married him, and became pregnant. After the child, Loki, was born in Jotunheim, Odin imprisoned Hela until his death. Laufey declared war because Odin locked away their Queen, and after the war was over, Odin found his grandson abandoned and brought him home to his new Queen in Asgard to raise as his son until he could garner a peace treaty between the two realms, with the child as leverage. The half-Jotun-half-Aesir boy grows up to look and act a lot like his mother, which disturbs Odin and makes him treat Loki horribly. Right before he dies, Odin confesses all of this to Thor and Loki.

RATING: T

CONTENT WARNING: self-harm. Loki is an older teenager in this chapter.

MASTERLIST — AO3

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Hot. So hot.

Loki turned over onto his stomach in his sleep, one arm dangling over the side of the bed. He was drenched in sweat, his hair clinging to his face, his blanket long forgotten and kicked to the floor.

“Thor, please! Where is Thor? Hogun, help me!”

Loki braced his feet against the tiled floor in the castle’s kitchen, shouting as loud as he could as Fandral and Volstagg held his arms tight in their grips, pushing him closer to the open door of the massive oven. In the middle of the night it was likely no one could hear him, but he had to try. His bare feet slid uselessly along the floor, which was slick with the water pouring off of him as the frost that formed on his skin to protect him melted instantly. It was too hot in here with the heat of the oven pouring out, and Loki was feeling weak and lightheaded from it. His heart racing, his breathing labored in the thick air, Loki was near to fainting.

He looked over his shoulder to see Hogun, stone-faced and shaking with indecision. The boy was his only hope. “Hogun,” Loki pleaded desperately. “Hogun, please! Go get Thor! They’re going to kill me!” The young boy only looked away, and Loki began to beg for his life, tears streaming down his burning cheeks. Still Fandral and Volstagg dragged him closer to the fiery mouth of the oven, even as Loki pulled and thrashed with what strength he had left.

Less than a meter away from the open oven, the heat turning his skin raw and red, Loki closed his eyes and began to quietly whisper the Norse Prayer for the Dead to himself.

Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, and my -

Loki awoke with a strangled gasp, taking the cold air of his chambers into his grateful lungs in deep breaths while his heart pounded in his chest. It was still dark in his room, the stars outside his window shining bright as though to mock him. Loki supposed it was not long after midnight. He turned his head to roll onto his back, and felt something scratching his neck and forehead.

Not again.

Sure enough, when Loki observed his fingers after scraping the offending substance off of his neck, he saw frost. He blinked hard, tears rolling down his cheeks and freezing before they were able to fall. He thought he was past this, but he thought that every time.

The changes in his body were an elusive mystery, the books in the library providing more questions than answers. At least once a week now, Loki was experiencing these nightmares, waking from them covered in frost. Normal Asgardians didn’t go through this, he knew, and there was no way he could talk to his mother about it, much less his father. Frigga would not understand, and Odin would likely scoff at him for his ignorance, or berate him for his uncontrolled frost magic. He and Thor were as distant as strangers these days, almost enemies. No, Thor would not care. Loki sighed, defeated. He had never felt so alone as he had these past few decades, with no friends, a well-intentioned but misguided mother, a father who hated him, and a brother who would sooner watch him die than help him and would probably be happy if something happened to him.

Grunting with effort and fatigue, Loki rose from his bed and trudged toward his bathroom to fill the bathtub and melt this blasted frost before someone saw him. There was no telling what kind of disaster awaited him if a guard or someone else wandering around in the middle of the night saw him this way. His bathtub, a large copper basin long and deep enough to allow him to sink down in the water until only his head stuck out, was seeing more and more use like this lately, and Loki had had to cast a silencing spell over the room, as well as a spell to shield him from Heimdall’s prying eyes that he had learned on his own, so no one else could hear the pipes running and run to his mother like when he was a child.

Slowly Loki removed his nightclothes, draping them over the towel drying rack next to the tub. Now that he was awake, the frost was beginning to melt, but he still needed the comfort that a long soak in the hot water would bring. It was the only time he could tolerate being warm and the oils he used would help him calm down enough to go back to sleep.

The bathroom began to fill with steam as the tub filled up, the gentle fragrance of jasmine and lavender already making him feel a bit drowsy. He sat on the thick carpet next to the basin and leaned against the warming metal, his mind wandering to his dream.

Loki wished he could say his mind had fabricated the events in this dream, but that would be lying to himself, something he refused to do. He had narrowly escaped death that night as a child, and Fandral and Volstagg had played it off as a joke when Frigga came in to intervene. The Queen had ensured the boys received punishment, but since Odin hadn’t believed a word Loki said, it was barely more than a slap on the wrist. Loki had spent weeks after that holed up in his room, terrified to go anywhere near any of Thor’s friends. Later he had found out that Thor had claimed he had no idea of what they were planning, but Loki hadn’t believed him.

Of course he knew. How could he not know? They always planned everything together. It is their goal in life to make me miserable.

With a deep sigh, Loki peered over the edge of the tub to see it was mostly full. He rose to his feet. His body felt awkward and disjointed, like he was growing tall faster than he could fill out like his brother. Loki climbed into the tub after turning the taps off, lowering himself into the water down to his neck, and rested his head against the back.

I just want to feel something. Anything. The nine realms for a glimpse of happiness.

A sudden cold weight in Loki’s hand caught his attention. He raised his hand above the murky water and his heart skipped when he saw the familiar obsidian blade he was forbidden to use. The blade that started it all. He thought of the first time he used it on himself, the euphoric state it sent his mind to as he had started to fade away in this very bathtub. He had no scars from the incident, or any of the incidents after. Every time he had used this blade, Heimdall had seen him - he suspected his mother had asked the Gatekeeper to watch him at night - but it did not deter him, until Frigga had decided to bind his conjuring power for years until she could trust he would not do it again. Once Loki had come to the age of his adolescence, the Queen had lifted her magic, feeling that her son would now be too distracted by schooling and girls to think about hurting himself anymore.

It was as if the magic inside of him knew what he needed. Loki pushed the tip of the black blade to his opposite wrist without hesitation, watching a drop of blood form on his pale skin. Flooded with the familiar rush of endorphins, he almost didn’t notice the pounding on his bathroom door.

“Loki, I know what you’re doing in there! I’m coming in!”

Thor?

“Go away! Leave me!” Loki aimed the blade toward the door and sank lower into the water down to his nose, his bony knees poking out above the surface. He heard the distinct humming sound of Thor summoning his hammer, and only had a moment’s warning before Thor pounded it through the door. He reached his arm through the hole and twisted the knob on the inside to open the door, fuming in the doorway in his pajama pants with no shirt. Loki’s stomach lurched when he saw his brother’s muscular body and furious expression, and he dropped the blade.

“What do you want?” Loki spat at him. “You don’t care. None of you do. I’m naked, besides.”

“Loki, you don’t know the first thing about who actually cares about you. You’re coming with me. Now.”

Thor crossed the bathroom and grabbed Loki by the wrist, yanking him out of the water dripping wet and naked, and deposited him on the carpet. “Dry off and get dressed. I know you can do that with your magic. I’m not going anywhere.” He crossed his arms and stared down at Loki, who was trying to think of a biting retort to Thor’s demand.

Loki sighed. “Fine.” He waved his arm and he was instantly dry, clothed in his casual trousers and long sleeved shirt.

“Get up.”

Looking around for an escape, Loki used the lip of the tub to help himself up, but Thor grabbed the back of his tunic and pressed Mjolnir into his back before he could run away.

“Walk.”

“Where are we going?”

Thor paused. “Eir. Mother is already there. We need to talk.”

Tears hovered at the corners of Loki’s eyes as Thor led him through his room and out into the hallway. When Loki would try to slow down or change direction, Thor would simply push the hammer into his back and pull harder on the back of his shirt. Loki didn’t bother arguing. There was no point. Thor always got what he wanted.

Once the brothers reached the healers’ wing, Frigga was indeed waiting for them both, wringing her hands next to Odin, who appeared to be indifferent to the situation.

“Loki,” the Queen said gently, “I’m so glad you’re okay. Let Eir have a look at you. We need to have a discussion, and your father needs to know what has been going on.” She looked to Odin, who purposefully looked everywhere else except her. “Thor, go ahead and take him into the examining room.”

“Of course, mother.”

Thor pushed Loki through the doorway next to Frigga and Odin and slammed the door behind him. Loki stumbled when Thor released him, and he stared sheepishly at Eir.

“Sit,” she barked at him. “And take off your shirt.”

Loki looked up at Thor. “I’m not going anywhere,” Thor repeated, and crossed his arms. They could hear muffled arguing through the door, and Loki tried to divert attention to the noise, but Thor wouldn’t let him. “Ignore them. Explain.”

“You can’t be serious. The boy is a Prince, at least he has been raised as one. He is supposed to be stronger than this.” Odin paced impatiently as Frigga relayed to him the story of all of Loki’s attempts at suicide, something he had blinded himself to over the years. He lowered his voice to an angry mumble. “Just like his mother, always trying to make himself the victim.”

“Odin, for shame!” Frigga frowned at him, curling her hands into fists. “He is still a boy, a confused and hurting boy who has wanted nothing more in this world than the love of his father, something you have refused him since day one!”

“I AM NOT-” Odin stopped himself from shouting his secret to the castle. “I am not his father,” he growled quietly, pushing Frigga against the wall with his hand on her shoulder.

The Queen, unafraid of Odin’s temper, leaned in closer to him. “You are his blood, Odin Allfather,” she said steadily, “and he looks up to you, whether you like it or not. You may not care whether he lives or dies, but I do. That boy in there, your grandson, I love him as my own son, so either you learn to care, or start looking for wife number three and say goodbye to your best and only chance at a decent heir.”

“You dare defy me? Loki’s outbursts will cost us dearly when the people start to talk about their weak Prince. The kingdom is better off without him.”

Even with the King pressing her against the wall, Frigga raised her arm and slapped him on his cheek. He blinked, temporarily stunned by her boldness. “You are his grandfather, you blithering old fool!” Her gaze unwavering, Frigga stared him down, daring him to retaliate. “If you were going to abuse him to the point of suicide, you might as well have killed him when you found him in Jotunheim!”

“Maybe I should have.”

“But you didn’t! Are you hoping he will do the job himself so your hands remain clean!? Odin, if Heimdall hadn’t warned us he couldn’t see Loki, if Thor hadn’t taken it upon himself to check on him…” Frigga shook her head, fighting back tears that filled her eyes as she imagined the possibilities of what could have happened that night. They could have easily been planning a funeral rather than an intervention.

Odin sighed angrily and backed away, turning away from her with his hands clasped behind his back. He needed a solution. Something to keep the secret, all the secrets, hidden. There was only one logical way out of this mess. Odin wasn’t keen to relinquish control, but it might bring some peace into his own household.

“I have an idea.”

Once Eir was done with her exam, she left the two brothers alone to talk. Neither said a word for some time. The air was heavy with unspoken words, and both were too proud to breathe it.

Finally Thor spoke, if just to muffle the sound of their parents arguing. “I should have said something.”

Loki stared daggers at him. “When? Which time are you referring to, Thor? When you saw Father was beginning to express his resentment and disdain for me? When your horrifically boorish friends tried to burn me to a crisp? When they locked me in the training pit to use me as target practice? When they nearly poisoned me with raw ale?” Loki’s voice raised with every sentence. “When?!”

Thor looked to the floor, chagrined by the truth of Loki’s questions. “You’re right. I saw what was going on and never said anything because I didn’t want Father to treat me the same way.”

Loki began to pick at his fingernails, unsure what to say. It had been a long time since the two had talked about anything beneath the surface, and that had been only when they had to.

“I can’t… I can’t live like this, brother.” Loki’s voice was small. He stared at his fingers to avoid Thor as fresh tears pricked at his eyes. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had called Thor his brother. “This life, the pressure, I’m so different and I disappoint everyone, the harder I try. This life is a dance I can’t figure out the steps to. It’s going to kill me.”

When the brothers emerged from the examination room, the King and Queen were waiting in the hall for them, serious expressions on their faces. Frigga rushed over to Loki and embraced him tightly. Loki hugged her back, unable to say anything yet. When she pulled away, Frigga took her younger son’s face in her slender hands.

“Loki, my dear, I know you’re in pain,” she began. “I also hope you know that I love you unconditionally and I want you to be happy.”

Loki looked over her shoulder at Odin, who was unable to look him in the eye. “You’re going to send me away, aren’t you?” he asked, frowning. “You hate me so much you can’t even have me around anymore?”

Frigga made Loki look at her. “It’s not like that, Loki. I know how unhappy you are here, at least what you let me see. There’s a school, a seidr school, in Alfheim. You show potential for more power than I am able to teach you to control. They can help you, and you will have a chance to be away from -” She pointedly didn’t finish that sentence, and glanced over her shoulder at Odin to make sure he knew what she had chosen not to say. “From the castle for a while. You can have some freedom to practice and hone your skills. Get some sunshine. It’s a lot cooler there in the summer. You can come visit here on breaks if you like, or we can come see you. Then when you’re ready, you can come back.”

Loki’s fatigued brain took a moment to catch up. He stared at Odin silently until he looked at him. “And what say you about this, father?”

Odin cleared his throat. “It’s… best for everyone involved right now,” he said, as if the words tasted sour.

Loki gave himself a minute to think about the prospect of leaving the castle with his title still intact. All these years he had feared Odin would send him away for never living up to his expectations, for being so weak, stripping him of his birthright and his position in society. This was beyond anything he had ever expected, and the thought of having freedom to learn, freedom to grow and not be forced to be something he wasn’t, away from the suffocating influence of his father’s hatred, was overwhelming to say the least. He sighed with relief.

“I’ll do it,” he said to Frigga, smiling weakly. She hugged him again, tighter this time. When they pulled apart, Thor replaced her, squeezing Loki in a bone-crunching embrace that made him wheeze.

Frigga declared it was high time for everyone to go back to bed, so the four of them parted to go to their rooms. At the corridor where the two brothers would normally go in opposite directions, Thor grabbed Loki’s arm and pulled him into his room.

“What are you doing, you great oaf? I want to go to sleep.” Loki moved to go to the door but Thor blocked him, smiling.

“You’re staying here tonight.”

“I’m not going to do anything, I’m too tired. Now move.”

Loki tried to push Thor out of the way but the boy - almost a man now - was a mountain of muscle. He raised his arms up in defeat. He didn’t have the energy to argue or use his magic to get past him.

“Fine,” he said for the second time that night. “You win. I don’t suppose you expect me to share a bed with you, do you?”

“Of course not. I can sleep anywhere.” Thor gestured to his lavishly plush lounging chair. “I’m going to sleep there. You don’t have to be alone, Loki. Everything is going to change now, you’ll see.”

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