#embracing her jötunn

[springybreak]

why is she blue??

#loki #sylvie #embracing her jötunn

[worstloki]

hi! do you have any recommendations for loki/tesseract fic, but like, cube edition? Like no humanoid form or anything for tess just a straight up Box and everyone around them is like ????

yep! note that not all of these are *romantic* but do have Loki and the Tesseract attached - and that the ones towards the end on this list have a lil Infinoki as well (there is a Tesseroki collection on ao3 as well as a Loki/Infinity Stones one!)

Entanglement by Stellophia, worstloki : Broken, exhausted, and fresh out of the torture chamber, Loki arrives on Earth to fetch the Tesseract for the Mad Titan, but instead... finds himself connected to it through a soul-bond. Which is odd, to say the least, because the Tesseract is an ancient entity of unimaginable cosmic power, and Loki has never been one for any sort of sexual or romantic love anyway.

Extreme badassery, well-deserved vengeance, and dates across Europe ensue. [COMPLETE]

A Deep Mark by withthekeyisking : Thor and Heimdall agreed that they'd both watched Loki die too many times. Because of that, it was understood that if it was within their power, neither of them would let it happen again.

With that in mind, Heimdall sends Loki to earth along with Bruce. [COMPLETE]

truth more than knowledge by Lise : When Loki sees the Tesseract sitting in the Vault, of course he's going to take it. He can't possibly do anything else.

No, really. He can't. [COMPLETE]

Dissonance by Stellophia : Hel, Loki discovers, is very different from what Asgard’s bards described it as—it’s called Sanctuary, for one.

No one survives the Void, he knows; no one survives the complete and utter lack of matter and of sensation and everything except a sea of empty space of the cosmic abyss, the choking pitch-black darkness, and the numbing near-absolute zero temperatures; no one survives a wormhole’s onslaught tearing their body apart into its very atoms. There is no way Loki could have been an exception. He is dead, as he meant to be.

Except, unless the Land of the Dishonoured Dead is ruled by the cult of the omnicidal maniac that has been culling entire planets in the outer sectors of the galaxy for tens of decades now, Loki is, rather unfortunately, somehow still alive.

And very, very fucked.

Or: Loki survives the embrace of the Void, only to find himself handed a fate a thousand times worse than anything Helheim could ever concoct.

Except, he’s not alone. [COMPLETE]

Abandoned Relics by Flyingbooks42 : Loki gets some moments to himself after being "offered" (read: coerced into through both emotional manipulation and physical threats) a job by the TVA and talks to the Tesseract. [COMPLETE]

Three Lokis enter the TVA by EriuSango : A Jötunn Loki, an Asgardian Loki and a Midgardian Loki enter the TVA. It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it's also the beginning of this crackfic!

Luckily for them, Jötunn Loki is already an expert at breaking out of the TVA and is willing to help them all get out of there no matter what it takes.

In this absurd and trashy fanfic, our protagonist, the Midgardian Loki, will slowly discover what it means to be a Loki, and how much the TVA hates them. Except Casey, but Casey doesn't hate anyone. [COMPLETE]

Loki's Death-Defying Adventures by Doctor_Disc0: Where did Loki go when he disappeared for a few minutes in Infinity War? What did he do during that time? And is a fourth-wall-breaking Loki too powerful? [ONGOING]

Unleashed by DragonTemple6 : What should have happened at the end of Avengers.

What happens when the mind control on Loki breaks? Who will suffer the wrath of a pissed off Chaos God? [COMPLETE]

Everyone's A Love Bird by worstloki : Bruce and Thor are getting chummy. Loki's getting successful with a cube. Valkyrie does not want to be on the Statesman. [COMPLETE]

The Great and the Small by IllegalCerebral : For the longest time Soul stood alone. She could feel her sisters out in the vastness of the universe and they called to each but never touched. They passed from world to world through the hands of tyrants and messiahs, heroes and villains but Soul stood alone. She was content to watch and wait. When you’ve been alive longer than the universe you have a very different sense of time after all.

The stones watch as Thanos makes his plans and the Avengers stand against him. They will not be bent to anyone's will and they have the power to prevent that. [COMPLETE]

Infinite by BurntOffering : In the deep black void of outer space, the body of Loki opens its eyes. [ONGOING]

Hollow Skies by SanguineNoctis: Loki's been captured by one of the Avengers but his punishment turns out to be far worse than he could ever imagine. [INCOMPLETE]

Infinity Love by GayRainbowBridge, Infinoki_Tesseroki : Thanos tortures Loki beyond measure in order to break his mind and spirit as the god of Mischief refuses to help Thanos in retrieving the Tesseract from Earth. Despite all of Thanos' best efforts to break the god, Loki won't submit.

As it turns out, each infinity stone Loki comes into contact with happen to like Loki and all eventually seek to protect him and even help him to foil Thanos's plans to annihilate half the universes population. [ONGOING]

Let Me Give You My Life by Whatafuckingdumbass : After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely. [COMPLETE]

Nonconforming Cyclic Cosmology by Flyingbooks42 : Conformal Cyclic Cosmology: a cosmological model in which the future timelike infinity of a universe is the Big Bang singularity of the next

“‘Undying.’ You should choose your words more carefully.” Ironic. Loki had chosen them perfectly.

In which death is only the beginning (and in a way the ending) of an eons-spanning plan to do the impossible. [ONGOING]

#that's all i can see right now XD #happy reading #tesseroki #fic recs #Language! #L!

[peachyaone]

5 Stages of Grief.

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x reader.

Warning: Mentions of Loki’s death.

Y/N has the power to "see" through someone's eyes. It would only work if the person they're "seeing" is alive. Otherwise, all they would see is a blurred vision of what the person would see. They also have the power to manipulate energy to transform to any shape and form.

STAGE ONE    STAGE TWO    STAGE THREE   STAGE FIVE

Stage Four: Depression.

Y/N turned on the shower, running it on cold. Somehow the cold comforted them, just like that time when Loki revealed his Jötunn form to them. It's already been five years now. But to Y/N it felt like millions. They had been living in haze, their mind seems to wander elsewhere while their body was moving by itself. Everytime one of the members tried their best to talk to them, they'd fail.

Time passed, and they were still in the shower. It was freezing now. Knocks cut through the sound of the shower running. "Y/N?" It was Natasha. No answer. she knocked again, still no answer. "Hey, you okay in there?" Natasha asked.

"Hey, I'm coming in- Y/N?" Natasha gasped. Y/N was on the ground, leaning against the glass wall. "Y/N...Y/N?!" Natasha shook their shoulder. Y/N's lips were slightly blue. "Shit." Natasha said, reached out to grab Y/N's arm and slung it over her shoulder. 'Hey, Y/N, can you hear me?" She asked. Y/N's eyes fluttered open. "L-Loki?" Y/N whispered, their eyes slowly closing.

“No, don’t sleep!  Do you hear me?  Wake up, Y/N, look at me.” Natasha said to them.

Y/N's POV

It was almost impossible to get your eyes open, every part of you was heavy. You couldn't remember what happened. All you remember was the feeling of him, his hands against your skin.

*Flashback*

"Loki?" You called out. You just got home from the facility, freshened up and went to visit Loki in his cell at Asgard. You requested to talk to him, in private. "Where is he ?" You thought. "Loki?" You called out again. You walked down the hall.

"Hello, darling." Loki said. You let out a noise of suprise. "You scared me, love." Y/N giggled. Loki chuckled.  You look at him with a smile. "How are you holding up?" You asked. Loki gave you a smirk, "I'm doing great, how about you, dear?" He asked you. You knew something was wrong. "You can drop it, Loki." You said to him. Loki froze. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N" He said, nervously. "The illusion. Drop it." You said. The image of Loki in front of you starts to disappear. What was before you was Loki on the ground. Furniture were strewn around the cell. The ground was stained with what looks like....blood? "Oh god, you're bleeding!" You exclaimed. You tried to use your powers.

Whatever force that was keeping him in, was keeping you out too. Once your hands touches the forcefield, it zaps you with the force that send you back flying. Your back hits the stone wall. Loki tried to get to you but you stopped him. "No, it might do the same to you." You said, groaning. Walking back to the cell, you look at him with a sad look.

He looked ill, there were dark circles and eye bags underneath his eyes. His cheeks are slightly sunken in. Footsteps echoed down the hall, it was Thor. "Don't worry. I'll be back." You said. "Thor!" You shouted. The blonde turned to look at you. "Ah, Lady Y/N. Is there something wrong?" He asked. "Thor is there any way that I could get in Loki's cell? Please I need to help him." You pleaded. "If you're helping him escape then I can't he-" "No! It's not that. He's injured, please, Thor." You said. Thor saw the pleading look in your eye and sighed.

"I swear to my father, Y/N. If you're planning any schemes to let him escape, I'll hunt you down." Thor said to you. "I'm not, I promise." You said. "Fine, but only for an hour. Just let me get the guards, you stand in front his cell." Thor said. You nodded and thanked him. He patted you in the head and walked away. You ran back to Loki's cell. "What did you say to Thor?" Loki said, eyebrow arched. "I pleaded with him to let me in your cell." You said to him. "And?" "He said yes. And I stay in there only for an hour." You said.

Loki looked at you, surprised. "Why would you want to be in here?" He asked. "So I can clean your wound and to hold you." You said shyly."Always so nice to me, sweetheart." He smiled at you.

*Flashback ends*

After closing your eyes, you could see him… you just needed a minute.  Just a few minutes of sleep. You want to see him again.

*3rd person*

“Don’t go to sleep,” Natasha said, forcing Y/N to look at her. “Stay awake, you need to get warm.”  She said. Y/N was unresponsive. They were lying so still but with a small smile on their lips. Natasha placed them on the couch, covering them with blankets. She hurriedly called Steve.

"Hey Nat. What's up?"

"Would you mind picking up a heating pad on your way here today?

"I don't mind, may I ask why?"

"It's Y/N. They stayed in the cold shower for too long, hypothermia."

"On my way."

Natasha looked at Y/N, worried. Things had been going downhill for Y/N ever since the ambush. Thor left, leaving them no one to share their pain with. Natasha knew that none of them could help them. Y/N had been with Loki for so long, suddenly losing him like that surely destroyed them from inside. She sighed. "What am I gonna do to you, Y/N?" she said, sadly.

Y/N'S POV

*Dream*

It was no surprise that Loki was a very attentive partner. Some might even call him possessive. Though, you would say that he leaned more protective than possessive.

He knew you weren’t some weakling by any means, your powers and all. But with your sometimes soft and caring personality, most assume you to be, but he was quite popular man with many people looking for a way to hurt you in an attempt to get at him. You knew that, but it did scared you at all.

It was unusually warm in the little house which you live with Loki. Maybe it was because of the fact that your AC was busted and the mechanic in your town is unavailable. You got out of bed and padded over to your drawer and pulled out a tank top. The warm air embrace your skin as you wiped the sweat away from you face. You sighed and then walked out to the kitchen, Loki was there drinking his tea. "Morning, love" You said, kissed him on his forehead. You head to the fridge, pulled out a cold water bottle. You groaned in relief as the cold water went down your throat. You felt arms wrapping around your waist. "Hey, darling" Loki whispered. You took one of his hands and pressed it against your lips.

You could feel his skin getting a little colder. "Loki?" You said. He hummed in response. "Is the heat getting to my head, or you're getting colder?" You asked. His head was buried against your neck, you felt his hands slid under your top to run soothing circles on your stomach. "Loki?" you said, turning around. His skin was a pale blue, you cupped his cheeks. "Honey, are you okay?" you asked. "Love, I'm half Jötunn remember?" He reminded you. You eyes widened in realization as your cheeks flushed. "Oh." You said. Loki chuckled. You buried your face in his chest. "Did my lovie forget~?" He teased. "S-shut up" Your whined, muffled by his chest. He laughed and kissed you on your forehead. Loki lifted your chin with his finger, making you look at him.

His eyes were pale red and his marks starts to protrude from his skin. He was truly a sight to behold. Loki find the expression on your face adorable, Your lips were slightly parted, eyes filled with wonder and love. You were actually not scared of him. “You know I love you no matter what, right?” You said as you ran your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair in a comforting manner. He leaned into your touch. “I know you do.” His words were muffled into your neck. You felt him place a soft kiss on your neck and start trailing them up towards your face. Your eyes closed and he kissed your lips. You kissed him back, the kiss ended a moment later and before you could fully open your eyes, his presence was gone.

"I'll always love you, my dear." You heard him say.

"Loki, wait!"

He was gone.

*Dream end*

You shot awake, breathing heavily. You look around, hopeful that the last 5 years was a horrible nightmare and that Loki was here. But you saw Natasha and Steve, then the harsh, cold reality crashed unto you.

He's dead.

You felt like you were gonna throw up, you felt numb. You stared at your ring, but it wasn't on your finger. You panicked, you look around you. "Where was it?" You thought. Natasha saw that you were awake, and rushed towards you. "Hey, calm down Y/N." She said. "Where is it? Where's my ring?" You asked her. "Don't worry I have it." She gave you the ring. "Thank you." You whispered. Steve kneeled beside you, he looked very concerned. "Hey, Y/N" He said. "Hi, Steve." You mumbled. "Y/N. This is not healthy." He said. Ouch. It was straight to the point.  “What am I without him, Steve? Nothing.” You said, looking at him. Your eyes was dull, as if the life has been sucked out of them. "You are something. You're family." He said. You laughed bitterly. "Family, really? Look at us, Steve. Look at me." You said. "Where is everyone, Steve? Family are supposed to be together, LOOK AT EVERYONE! They're gone, Steve. Gone." You said, looking at your ring. You laughed again. "How can you handle all this bullshit? We were supposed to prevent this, but we failed." You said.

He went silent.

You fell back to the couch. Tears started to fall, what's the point of living? You lost everything. Your partner, your friends, people that you barely knew. You couldn't live knowing that you've failed the one thing you were meant to do, saving people. You failed him.

Why should you go on at all?

#loki laufeyson #loki #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x nonbinary! reader #avengers #mcu #tom hiddleston #5 stages of grief #eli writes #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Hello! Very sorry to bother you, but I have this idea for a story, and I was wondering if you could give me your thoughts on something. I have this idea where a Mountain Dwarf moves to a more seaside town, and while she misses the mountains, she ends up falling in love with a Selkie Girl. So, how do you think a Selkie / Dwarf relationship would go? Like what interactions can you see there that'd be super cute or dramatic? Thanks so much, sorry if this is too weird of an ask! Love your blog btw!

Ohhhhh! First of all, that sounds delightful. Ssecond, while I may not have particular pointers about Selkie/Dwarf relationships (they are your characters, I am certain they will tell you what they want to be doing <3) I absolutely must tell you about a Norse myth that they could both be very dramatic about. Both dwarves and selkies feature in Scandinavian mythology, so this would be fitting for them to know (and worry and pine!) about.

When the Norse gods of Asgard killed the Jötunn Thjazi for kidnapping the goddess Idun, keeper of eternal youth, they did not expect repercussions. They should not have forgotten his daughter Skadi, a young goddess from the high snowy mountains. But the daughter would avenge her father’s death, wrong though he had been, and clad in her chain mail and helmet and bearing her weapons of war, she came down her mountain on her skis. The gods, acknowledging her grievance, asked if she would accept reparations in place of vengeance, and Skadi agreed. Among the terms was that she could choose a husband from amongst the gods of Asgard. This was agreed upon, but she could only choose her husband by looking at the gods’ feet. After much deliberation Skadi chose a young man with fine feet as white as snow. She guessed that those could only belong to the fair god Baldur, but it turned out they belonged to the sea god Njord. The two deities liked one another upon closer acquaintance and soon the gods celebrated a magnificent wedding.

However, after the wedding the couple could not decide where their home should be. Njord lived by the sea shore, in a place where the weather was always soft. While Skadi lived high atop the ever snowy mountains. For nine nights they slept side by side in the mountains, but Njord was plagued by the cold, no matter how warm the embrace of his wife, and the howling of the wolves in the night made him shudder. So down they went to the shore and once again dwelt there together for nine nights. But Skadi could not stand the heat and the cries of the sea birds kept her awake, no matter how calming her husband’s presence.

So finally the young couple decided to part, she living on her mountain and he staying by his shore. They could not love each other’s homes, but this did not prevent them from loving each other. At the feasts in Aegir’s halls they would toast each other, and - warrior that she was - Skadi would hunt the enemies of Asgard side by side with her husband.

Doesn’t that sound like just the thing a young Sea VS Mountain couple would be sighing about? (Maybe minus the vengeance and the blind marriage...)

I hope this gave you some inspiration for your story and I really hope you’ll have a good time writing it! It sounds like a wonderful setup.

#norse mythology #skadi #njord #laura retells #ask #rowandor #also this is /not/ a bother! thank you very much for sharing ^^

[laufeysonblog]

Bum Bum Bum

Characters: Loki x reader

Summary: after flat sounds ‘My heart goes Bum Bum Bum”. “My illusionist..” she calls him. “Tonight you remember I wear green”. The prince was set to marry his good childhood companion Y/N. In their engagement there has been nothing but pleasurities and sincerity, love and honesty. Later into their engagement he ventures into the northern woods, there his mistress the giantess Angrboða waits, infatuated with her ways of insolence and pride there is an affair. Prince of Mischief, and trick forgets all of his sincere fiancée. ‘From a child she’d love him, she loved him now still, his mischief, his mistakes, his faults and she loved him. She forgave.’

Word count: 1799

Chapter: One

Warnings- NSFW Smut, angsts, Blood.

A/N- this is from the inspiration of Flatsound’s ‘My heart goes Bum Bum Bum’. Feedback is more then welcome. I have written before, but this is my first time ever posting to tumblr and I’m exited to see where this goes! This is something I plan on continuing if all goes well.

The present.

The Cumulonimbus, dark and unyielding they cast their silhouettes over the jagged reaching shore. The rain gives of herself unto the ocean, her droplets falling mercilessly into the sea, A startling low rumble rang loud in the Northern brisk air. The waves break around the rocks in the shallows in violent thrusts. The wind lashed in a torrent of its own as if determined to strike fear into the shores only land-dweller. The wind her nemesis, his sounds howl gusting about her body. The violin is her only companion in this storm. Its slender strings caress her fingers, its curves are tenderly traced under her palm, the instrument to her neck her bow skips among the strings, it’s assault pitiless.

The violin makes its attempt to yell over the waves, it’s voice becoming hoarse. Her companions holler reverberated in her ears like a clap of thunder like those of the storm, such was it’s rage. It’s anger livid. It’s anger made it Alive, no such thing could know such emotion. Instruments came only close to knowing honest vehemence, they came the closest to embracing it. Sharing it. The violin was of empathy.

Torrid emotion taken over. The brisk winds thrash her hair about her crimson cheeks, the heavens rains wet her satin slip too clutching tightly to her flesh. She looks just of the storm. Her legs quake, thretening to give in and she doesn’t. She matches the storm. Either of them threaten the other to give in first. She yells into the storms mighty roars. The heavens fight her. Behind her the cliffs rise towards the sky, she thinks them on her side in this quarrel with the storm.

Her name resonates over the winds. Her knees come undone.

The ocean wins. Her knees bleed over the stones.

Her violin in strings and splinters. A tightening in her chest, a chill creeps over her skin an unwelcome illy feeling. Her remaining thread of strength frayed before breaking completely, sending her plummeting to the stones, she yells profanities at the storm with al, that she has left, she accuses the rains and her heavens.

She’s held into a swaddle of his chest and his arms.

The arms so tight squeezed a fraction tiger, another yell from herself.

And she felt the quarrel within her coming to a ease. What he might have saw. What he might have thought, she’d never know. “He’s gone” comes a hoard voice. “He’s gone” Thor breathes.

……

Months ago.

The fire stirs. A same bitter wind. A same brisk rain.

In this forest he is with his tribe of wood and leaf, among the giants whose roots hug the earth. Their breaths rise in visible puffs and though there is a soft wind they are warm with one another. They were too old for outdoor sex; it really should be all silk sheets and petals, but he doesn’t care and neither does she. She being his mistress of the north woods.

The ground was slick with rain. Their lips moved in a tireless mess of hunger. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster.

He breathes in the sin they erotically share. The pair were nude and their skin worked, moving together. His hand entered, whilst moving fast, their tongues intertwined in a mess of a kiss. The women’s teeth snatched his lips, and he licked hers. And then he’s inside, changing her breathing with every hungry thrust, he groaned hearing her moans chimed with his body. He feels her heated flesh. Then all at once he stops, taking her breast in his lips. His hand caresses her curves, he’s using his fingers and his tongue all at once. She’s moaning wildly, her nails remained tightly clasped into his scalp. They come to a climax together their moans resonating wildly.

Angrboða was a Jötunn casted to the Aæsirs woods, she alike any giantess, though she lacked in size and aspect . Her flesh was a milky white, what stood from this was her pink colored lips and the shadows that rested in the crease of her eyes. She, much like him was a shifter of aspect. Angrboða adorned her flesh in white unruly furs, the rest in animal skins that barely covered her breasts, her charcoal hair was pinned, with thick ringlets falling from her shoulders and clipped braids in gold. Blue tribal markings showcased around an eyes, her cheeks and descended from her bottom lip to her chin.

Their limbs mangled together they lay in piles of fur beside their fires embers.

His hand strokes her arm, a silver rings their about his ring. A ring of promise, promises he had broke in this affair.

…...

There was kind of a gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment.

His mother Frigga sits on the bench. They sit under a gazebo, held by columns looking like those belonging to the Greeks. The benches and floor are made of marble, the cracks glisten with gold. The sweet, almost sickly, smell of flowers cut through the soft scent of the morning's dewy grass. What was only green a week before has become a garland of the most vibrant blooms. How they come from earth, sunshine and rain feels akin to magic, even though the science is well known. The winter should still be in force but already spring had pushed it back to moderate temperatures and the kind of gentle breeze you don't notice unless you stop and be present in the moment.

The wind sways Frigga hair, she wears a dress, blue skirts overlapping. She wears gold and white inscribed plates. A white scarf comes in the front. She’s beautiful. “Why son?, why?” She Demands. She holds her composure well, much like her son. But their is devastation riddled in her tone that not even she an illusionist could hide. She wrings her hands In her lap, a habit they both share. Loki stares towards the flowers. He could not face his mother. “Loki” she began. She knew of his affair. Odin had consulted her. Tears shed from her grey blue eyes. Loki says nothing.

“Your Fiancée Y/N is away in her room angry with you. nonetheless angry with herself. She Blames herself more then even you. This affair has devastated her, so young Loki, only a young woman and you’ve put her through so much already. Shame, anger, guilt..Why?” she demands mores after.

He says nothing. Overcome and distraught with her son she backhands him.

Shocked his head turns towards her quickly. In her grey, and his green eyes their are two different types of emotion, but each are riddled with restrained tears.

He stands as does she..”Loki, I am sorry” she says, genuine. Frigga had never disciplined her children in such a way. That had been the first and last time. “You seek some sort of explanation that may justify your sons infidelity..my infidelity, Maybe it was I distraught or confused..or bewitched.seduced..No mother, I entered the woods knowingly and left them with no heavy consciousness.” He does not lie. She tries to compose her anger.

She backhand him again. Angry, she does not apologize nor does she seem to feel bad. “My son, I as your mother do expect such better from you. I have taught you morals, have I not?” His mother seethed.

Silence. Only silence.

……...

The dress hugged and fell down her hips.

His hands caressed her figure. His fingers ventured over the fabric.

His thin lips touched her leg, and a breath slipped from her own lips. Carefully she worked at her earrings before the oak brimmed concave mirror. Loki’s fingers played at the brim of her short dress, threatening to venture farther. She stood and he was on his knees behind her, shadowing near. His head on her back he whispered to her, asking for forgiveness. He smelled of ale, his consciousness was blurry. As was hers. He slept with a Giantess. A mistress to the woods. The mistress infatuated Loki, with her insolence and pride.

The giantess was refreshing she recalled at the back of her mind. She had heard her fiancés whispers to his own brothers' companion, he’s tried to fit in with them, their weapons their women. Intoxicated he boasted of his giantess the pleasurities he had discovered with her. How she’d been so refreshing from herself. From their intimacy. She felt sick just of the remembrance.

“Please” he whispered, kissing her leg once more. Green gems matched her dress. She turned, kneeling before him. Her eyes searching for his dazed ones. He smiles for her a lopsided grin reaching for her hands. “No” she said, pushing them gently. His grin turns lopsided. She tilts her head at him. Looking. He shared so much with his giantess, he shared himself, they were to be married to be one, in doing what he did she felt as if he shared herself.

He comes to her palms on her hips. The prince looks up at her. Theirs a silence between them. A palm taken from her hip caresses her fabric covered thigh. “Y/N My love, I love you. It was you yesterday, it is you today it will be you tomorrow. For the rest of time it is you” he assured. He wasn’t afraid. His love adored him, him her prince, him her fiancé. From a child she’d love him, she loved him now still, his mischief, his mistakes, his faults and she loved him. She forgave.

Her fingers touched his cheek. And in his eyes, she saw confidence even in the daze of his eyes. Loki leaned for a kiss, her fingers from his cheek slided to his lips as she stared. “My illusionist..” She calls him. Her other hand is on his. She leans closer to him. “Tonight you remember I wear green”.

She leaves him there in their shared chambers to wander.

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[mudaship39]

Shadow War:

It was without thinking that Jotunn Lord Elngi Laufeyson and Jotunn Lady Elngi Laufeydottir made their way down the primordial halls that were in the deepest parts beneath the castle. They both walked past the wards older than themselves and with a flick of their hands and little alert thought. They both kept to the shadows closing his/her/their eyes in one place and then opening in the next. The tomb around the both of them was caressed by snow, frost, & ice and the crypt around him was embraced by fire, magma, & lava. They both wondered how they had not been able to feel it before. They both strolled forward as the heart of the winter and the core of summer called to the both of them with their voices. They were vibrating with each step that they took as if pleading to be touched and imploring to be held. They wished to be used by the heir of the Ancient and Powerful House of Laufey and the heir of the Noble and Old House of Farbauti. They were thumping free of a body here in  Jötunnheimr’s depths and how it wept its hymn of ice, snow, & frost and winter to the air and how it howled its lyric of fire, magma, & lava and summer to the heavens. The Laufey siblings listened and they could hear as they howled and lamented that they were separated from their sons and daughters of their houses. In the Jotnar fire, magma, & lava armor and the Jotunn ice, snow, & frost armor’s ballad they both could even sense the ricochet of an inharmonious thump from above. They simply stood in the shadows and listened as it chanted. They would not they protested meekly and they could not. But like a sailor willing to drown by a siren’s song or a moth willing to burn by flame they both walked forward and ran hesitant fingers over the Jotnar metal combat armors as they now knowledgeable in magic traced once meaningless arcane symbols with new understanding. The combat armors have steel closed helmets with steel visors, steel gorgets (that protects the chest), steel bevors (protecting the lower face, neck, chin, & throat), steel breastplates or chestplates (that protects the torso), steel backplates, steel pauldrons (that protect the shoulders), steel plackarts (that protected the lower half of the torso), steel cuirasses (that protected the front of the torso), steel culets (that protects the small of back and the buttocks), steel couters (that protects the elbows), steel poleyns (that protected the knees), steel faulds (to protect the waist and hips), steel gauntlets (that protect the hands to the forearms), steel gardbraces (to protect the armpits), steel vambraces (that protect the forearms to the elbow), steel sabatons (that protect the foot), steel cuisses (to protect the thighs), steel tassats (that protect the groin, upper thighs, & pelvis), & steel greaves (that covered from the shin to the knee). The Loki siblings watched as their tan skin blushed a shadow of Ice, Snow, & Frost Jötunn sapphire and their tan skin flushed a shade of Fire, Magma, & Lava Jotnar crimson. The color crawled up their fingers to dance over their wrists and disappear beneath their leather armor to reappear at their necks swallowing their throats until their eyes blazed as embers in the magma and burned snow in the frost and they knew that these armors were Jotnar. There were silent steps behind them that were soft steps. But not even the Jotnar Chieftain and Warchief Lady Laufey of Southern Jotunheim and Jotnar Chieftain and Warchief Lady Farbauti of Northern Jotunheim were hushed enough to escape their notice when a son and daughter of Jötunnheimr held their family’s relic and artifact in their hands. “Mom, mother,” the two Jotnar clones of the original Elngi asked their parent’s “what is this?” “It’s your legacy as our heir and our first born child and your inheritance as the Lord/Lady and Scion of the Houses of Laufey and Farbauti.” “It’s your birthright when you sit on that throne of carven ice and volcanic stone.” The Ice, Snow, & Frost Jotunn armor and the Fire, Magma, & Lava Jotunn armor sang at their approach. This time they tried to listen. This time they gave their voices to the song even skilled as it was the winter and the summer sang, “Our son and our daughter, our children, heart of my heart, & inferno of my summer and blizzard of my winter.” The Loki siblings listened and at long last they answered as they both put on the ice and fire armor, “Yes that we are.”

[dexondefense]

I am not sure if this can be done in 500 words BUT..would love a Zimbits where Bitty meets Bob and Alicia

I have owed you this for almost six months so I just sat down and did it all in one go and there are 5000x mistakes but here we go. I love Alicia.

For the Monster Haus AU, featuring JötunnJack and Bob, Witch Bitty, and Demi-goddess Alicia.

“You’ve met them like, at least ten times Bittle.”

Bitty resisted the urge to roll his eyes the entire way back into his skull. This was not the first time this exact argument had been had over the past week, and as neither side seemed ready to concede or accept any credibility in the other’s argument, it was highly possible it would be had again before they reached their destination.

“Yes, Jack, but not as your boyfriend,” Bitty explained for at least the fifth time. “And not at your house. Like, your actual house that you grew up in.” Bitty frowned, doing his best not to play with the edges of the Saran wrap covering the top of his latest masterpiece. At least, it had better be a masterpiece. He had been working for days on his newest recipe of chilled pie. It was a chocolate and pecan cheesecake, with just a hint -or possibly a full cup- of acceptance and positive charm added in.

Bitty was certain it was not enough.

From the diver’s side Jack huffed a small laugh, the window fogging for just a moment as his cold breath passed over the glass. “You’ll be fine, Bittle. They already love you.”

Bitty heaved out a breath, preparing for another volley of arguments but Jack reached over the console to grip his hand and for just a moment he forgot what he was going to say.

The fact that Jack had taken his hand was only part of the reason. A very small part of the reason, actually.

“Mother of God.”

Bitty had known Jack lived in a mansion up in the woods of Quebec. He had known that. He had also known, through multiple stories of Jack’s childhood home, that just as much of the structure was made of ice as it was of wood, but accepting the reality of an ice castle existing anywhere, much less a place where he would one day come across it, was much different in person than in theory.

“Well, my mother’s mother was a god, so…grandson of a god, really?” Jack teased with a half smile, his dark eyes bright as they pulled up the driveway.

It was hard to look at, Bitty decided quickly. The sun was bright on the ice, reflecting the world back at him, wonky and distorted. It looked like a sprawling woodland manor that was slowly being infected with a plague of ice for the past few decades. Perhaps infected was a harsh word, it didn’t seem the house minded the encroaching cold very much.

Jack heaved their bags on his shoulder as Bitty closed the passenger side door behind him, eyes locked on the impossible structure rising up before him. It was a lot of take in, from the high wooden logs that made a fortress of the front, to the icy spirals that rose up above what may have once been a roof to continue in their own design of ostentatious towers, like icicles flipped upside down. On one side of the house, the woods continued on in a never ending line, the trees enormous and snow dusted, and something deep in Bitty’s gut told him they were not safe to travel alone. The other side of the property opened up into sprawling field of snow. Bitty could just make out two creatures that looked like horses with far too many legs pawing at a frozen lake before a movement on the porch drew his attention away.

Standing between two columns made of sheer ice stood Bob and Alicia Zimmermann. The door behind them was enormous, far taller than necessary even for a frost giant, with elaborate sigils carved into the old wood. It looked like the entrance to Valhalla itself, with two gods waiting to take him home.

The jarring fact that he had referred to Vallhalla as home in his head almost overshadowed his nervousness at re-meeting his boyfriend’s parents. Examining his religious priorities would have to wait.

“Hello!” Bitty greeted, lifting the pie in his hands in a vague gesture of offering as he grinned up at the Zimmermanns, trying not to let his nerves eat him from the inside out. He had baked muffins of pure confidence that morning, and he could feel the spells fighting a battle with his anxiety in his gut. Or maybe that was the bananas. He really hoped it was the confidence. 

“Hello, Eric!” Alicia grinned. Her smile was wide and white, and the sweater she wore looked old and comfortable. So much about her reminded Bitty of his own mother, though he thought both women would be flustered to be told so. Despite the imposing fortress behind her, everything about Alicia was warm and inviting.

Except her eyes.

“Don’t look her directly in the eyes,” Lardo had told him over a year ago, when the Zimmermann’s had come to visit. “I’m not kidding man, don’t do it. Try to look at the lines instead.”

He had truly believed she had been joking, until he had met Alicia. She had all the appearances of a human woman, except the impenetrable blackness that rested where her eyes were supposed to be. They were outlined by jagged black lines that extended out across her eyebrows and down her cheekbones, like aftershocks on her face from whatever had happened to her sockets. Jack had told him she was born like that, but Bitty wasn’t sure he could believe that. He also wasn’t sure that if he actually did stare at her eyes, that he wouldn’t come out a different person for having looked too long.

It had been a while since Alicia’s eyes or Bob Zimmermann’s incredible height or pale blue skin had unnerved Bitty, but it was hard not to see everything in a very new and suddenly threatening light as he hoped very hard they liked him. Or still liked him, whatever the standing may be.

All of this took only a second to contemplate before Alicia was engulfing him in her arms in a tight and familiar hug. He had been right, he sweater was very soft against his face.

“We are so happy you two could finally make it up here for a weekend.”

“Yeah, we were beginning to think you two were going to elope without us ever having dinner together!” Bob teased, taking the steps in two easy strides to stand behind his wife. Jack made some noise of protest at the jest, but it was lost as Alicia overtook Bitty’s attention again.

“Oh, and what is this?” Alicia removed herself from Bitty, looking -or at least Bitty assumed she was looking- to the pie Bitty had carefully protected during the embrace.

“Bittle made you both a pie,” Jack told her before Bitty could speak. His hand was heavy and comforting on Bitty’s shoulder.

Alicia grinned, the heavy cracks around her eyes crinkling, like she hadn’t all ready known Bitty would bring a pie. Everyone knew Bitty would bring a pie to any situation, but her elation made Bitty feel like a weight had been taken off of his chest.

“It’s a chilled dark chocolate and pecan, Jack told me how much you love dark chocolate and I know Jack loves pecans and can’t handle anything too hot, and I thought Bob-uh, Mr. Bob, I mean, Mr. Zimmermann-”

When Bob Zimmermann laughed, it sounded like an avalanche. “Bob is fine,” he told Bitty, before leaning in conspiratorially. If Bitty hadn’t remembered to triple his warming spells, he thought he might have lost part of his face to frostbite at the proximity. “Mr. Bob is my father.”

And just like that, Bitty and Bob were laughing as Alicia and Jack groaned, all awkwardness dissipating. Bob clapped him on the shoulder and steered him inside and Alicia took the pie from his hands as she demanded to hear every detail of their trip.

The inside of the house was no less unusual than the outside, with slippery staircases that seemed to go no where, ornate armchairs that didn’t look like they were actually made for sitting, and the gigantic head of a moose with six eyes and branches for antlers mounted on the mantle above a roaring fireplace with scenes of battle playing out in the smoke.

Except Jack had told Bitty all about his childhood home. About playing hide and seek with his mother in the icy rooms that closed themselves off from time to time at the tops of the icy stairs. About curling up in those regal looking chairs to read any history book he could get his hands on. About racing those creatures outside with too many legs until he felt like he couldn’t feel his own.

All of those memories, those late night confessions and offhanded comments of Jack’s raced through Bitty’s mind as they retired to the living room after dinner. Alicia sat on a couch big enough for ten people, her bare feet curled under her and her black eyes reflecting the dancing firelight as she laughed at Bob’s antics. He was retelling old hockey stories, and as he spoke the warriors that battled in the smoke turned themselves into hockey players, skating above the fire on imaginary ice in a brutally close game. The moose head above the mantle twitched an ear, stretching its long neck down to mouth quietly at the animal cracker offering in Bitty’s hand.

Jack’s laugh rumbled in his chest, the warmth of his boyfriend pressed up against him cutting through any cold the mansion had to offer. Bitty wasn’t sure if Jack was laughing at his father’s story, or at Bitty’s awkward interaction with the living moose head, but he didn’t really think it mattered when he met Jack’s eye. It especially didn’t matter when Jack pressed a cold kiss to his cheek, and though Bob and Alicia both saw, neither said a word about it, but their smiles looked just a tiniest bit bigger.

Bitty decided then and there, pressed against his boyfriend as Bad Bob Zimmermann retold stories of hockey days with men made of smoke, with Alicia teasing him, and a sentient mounted moose head pushing against his hand for more treats, that if this was what Valhalla was like, where everything was strange and surreal, but everything was bright and full of love, than maybe it was better than Heaven anyway.

#monster haus au #check please fic #check please au #monster haus #kleoette #it has been AGES since I wrote for the monster haus au #I missed it #it's so weird #my writing

[oneeyedmask]

The capital of the Jötunn Empire, Dämmerung, had an excited buzz that early morning. The sun had not yet risen when the news spread from person to person, door to door, tower to tower, and far beyond the gates of Dämmerung; a new prince was to be born that morning.

Crowds gathered outside the palace, wrapped in cloaks and blankets, huddled together for warmth in that cold, spring night. Their gazes were up at the palace's terrace where they awaited the confirmation of the news. They whispered amongst each other as the time dragged on, all smiles and excitement. Vendors and merchants began setting up shop around the crowd, expecting a grand harvest.

The stars that spangled above faded as the black night declined into a cerulean heaven from the arising light of the sun over the valleys. Finally, as the sun peaked its head across Dämmerung, a blonde Jötunn Knight in golden armor walked out and pumped his fist, beaming at the crowd. The crowd cheered in elation and the bells of Pagan churches rang throughout the city.

Inside the palace and the bedroom chamber where the news had been born from, the Jötunn Empire's knights, warlords, princes and princesses had gathered to witness one of their newest High Princes. They stood around a large bed, some weeping as they looked on at their Queen cradling a miracle before their eyes.

Frigga held her newborn child closely to her, now sitting upright on the bed. She was sweating and dark circles clung beneath her eyes, but she was smiling with a mother's warmth.

The baby's golden eyes looked on curiously from beneath its white blankets at its mother, then at the crowd, and then at its blue-haired father who was kneeling beside the bed with tears in his eyes. Osmund came off his knees and kissed his son on his blonde head and then Frigga on her forehead.

"He did not cry," said Frigga, her voice shaky.

A titan of a man with burning red hair let out a hearty laugh, slapping him in the back, "But this one did!"

"Cut me some slack, Logan," Osmund chuckled, stretching his back. "I know you wept when Thoros was born, I was there."

"Like a maiden!" Logan barked, beaming. "What will be the child's name?"

"Arthurius," Frigga declared, brushing her baby's cheeks with her thumb.

"I'll tell the crowd. They're gonna love it!" said the blonde knight with golden armor. He walked back out into the terrace and shouted, "HIS NAME IS ARTHURIUS!" The crowd responded with a chorus of cheers and he strutted back into the room, grinning.

"You seem to love doing that, Edward," Osmund remarked to the blonde knight.

"I was born to please crowds, it's in my nature! Let them be excited! It's the first time royalty has been born in the empire in a time of peace."

Frigga nodded thoughtfully, then looked up.

"Ymir, let the kids in, they'll want to greet their new brother."

A young man with long, white hair braided back nodded and walked towards the door. He opened it and three children immediately swept past his legs in a blur, sprinting towards the bed. Another taller child with short, sea blue hair walked behind, greeting Ymir politely at the door.

The three children huddled together, looking at their baby brother with a hint of awe in their eyes.

"I thought you said it was a boy, father!" blurted the shortest child. His hair was dark, a faint hint of blue on the edges only visible from the faint morning light.

"Why don't you check, Wulf?" Osmund grinned.

Wulf peeled back Arthur's blanket and promptly pushed it back over him.

"It's a boy!"

"It really was a baby brother then," the second child said bitterly, a girl with long, sea blue hair. "I was hoping for a baby sister! Papa, make a baby sister with Mama now!"

Osmund choked back a cough, sensing Frigga staring exhausted daggers at his neck as the others around him laughed. He patted the little girl's head with an awkward smile.

"Now, Lyanna, papa can't do that. The family's getting too big! Arthur is going to be the last one."

"Then you owe me, Papa!" Lyanna whined.

"How about this. I'll give you Lobera instead of a baby sister, is that okay with you?"

"YOU'RE GIVING HER LOBERA?!" cried the two boys indignantly as Lyanna nodded happily with bright eyes.

"Why are you giving her a sword when she uses spears?!" pressed the third boy, the tallest of the trio and with short, blonde hair.

"She can learn to use a sword like you then, Valerius. I'll teach you both together. It'll be easier!"

"Easier on you!"

"Okay then, make another bastard, old man!" Wulf ordered.

"WHAT? Where the hell did you learn that word?" Osmund fumed. In the corner by the door, Ymir, who had not participated in any of the laughter up to that point, was looking away and trembling with a grin on his face.

"AHA! So you can't! Now you owe ME something," Wulf ruled, crossing his arms with a huff.

"That's not how it works!"

"Oh it's because I'm a bastard now is it?"

"Wulf, you're not a bastard. I've already told you countless ti - you know what, fine! I'll give you all something."

The three children cheered as loudly as the crowd had.

"Being extorted by your own children? Fatherhood must be quite unpleasant," mused a man with long, white hair and venomous green eyes. He had been standing by the terrace, holding a staff with a glowing blue crystal at its head. His face was feminine and his voice was soft and honeyed, easily capable of being mistaken for a beautiful woman if it weren't for his skintight attire on his upper body, which showed all the features of an athletic man. "The Queen must be tired. Everyone, please bid your farewells."

They all congratulated Osmund and Frigga, laughing and patting their backs, leaving one by one. Lyanna, Valerius, and Wulf were the last to leave, trying to ask their father what they were receiving until Ymir shooed them away.

Finally, it was just Osmund, Frigga, the baby, and the strange man. The joyful, warm atmosphere was now gone, replaced by a cold silence as they stared at one another in tension. But such a frigid ambience was unnatural, too bitter to be simply because of the strange man.

"You can stop hiding yourself now, Agmund," the strange man said, looking toward the darkened corner of the room by the door.

Out stepped a towering man, becoming visible in the light as he had been completely invisible in the shadows. His hair was long and an impenetrable black, pierced by curved black horns on the sides of his head. His eyes were a spectral silver, their gaunt glow further making his sickly pale face wraith-like. He was hunched over, being too large for the room.

Agmund walked with long strides over to them, dragging behind a long, black cloak that waved like the surface of water with each movement. Most prominent of all was his aura, a constant eminence of pure dread that made even the hairs of valorous Osmund stand on end. The strange man looked uncomfortable standing next to him, subconsciously taking a step away from the deathly figure.

Agmund turned his head toward the man, speaking in a deep, hushed voice that still managed to resonate, "You've learned to sense my presence, Ancelot."

"Only an idiot would not be able to learn how to," said Ancelot, regaining his composure. "You hide yourself too often that it's easy to learn by now."

"It's rude to consider others fools despite your advantage in power, Mage...." Agmund cautioned.

"Apologies, my King. But I wish to speak about the current advantage in power our empire has in the Nine Worlds."

"What you wish to to discuss is war, Ancelot. Say it clearly." Osmund growled. He was standing at the foot of Frigga's bed, glowering at Ancelot.

Ancelot looked directly at Osmund's eyes, imperturbed by Osmund's posturing. "I understand you wish to savor your time with your wife and children in tranquility, High Prince. However peace will not last. Not with barbarians at the gates looking for an opportunity to assemble and attack."

"Your lobby can be discussed another time. You're right, I am tired." Frigga professed.

"What do you think, my King?" Ancelot looked at Agmund. But Agmund was not listening. He had been gazing at the baby in Frigga's arms, who looked back directly at him, eye to eye, both with intense interest. No hint of dread nor fear lay in that baby's golden eyes and Agmund looked back with confusion and curiosity.

"Agmund!" Frigga called. Agmund snapped out of his lull and realized Frigga had been calling his name several times. She held up the baby toward him, "Would you like to hold him?"

Agmund hesitated for a moment, looking down at the baby once more. Osmund moved in, carefully taking the baby from Frigga and cradling him in his arms. "At least not before me." He stepped toward Agmund, holding the baby to him. It reached out to him and Agmund hesitated before slowly taking the fearless baby in his sickle-like fingers.

The warmth that spread over Agmund was felt by those around him as if the baby's radiance melted the cold aura of the phantom. The sun now bathed the room in its embracing light, revealing the odd smile on Agmund's lips. Osmund and Frigga smiled radiantly at the pair.

However, it was not all smiles. Ancelot, unnoticed, took another step away from Agmund as if his current aura was more dreadful than his previous. His face was unreadable as he looked away from the sun, but his eyes hid a burning anger at the pleasant peace that had befallen the king and his empire; a spark that would fester and soon ignite tragedy.

#story #norse #jotunn #writing #draft #fantasy #original #oc

[hajimesh]

lokasenna pt. 8

word count: 2.6k

pairing: jotünn!loki x healer!reader

summary: the castle buzzes with the arrival of the princess, everyone seems excited... except for you.

a/n: okay i have no idea how royal etiquette works and yep, i’m using dany as my inspo for angrboda. masterlist is in my bio :)

- Átta -

After the guard's statement the room erupted in chaos.

From what you could gather, this Princess Angrboda came from a small kingdom at the south of the realm. She came from a good family and rumour has it, she was very beautiful. With long platinum hair and grey eyes which made her one of a kind.

Everyone was ordered to go the throne room for a proper welcome to the Princess. The servants were standing at the back of the room, after them were the healers and in the front rows the guards and soldiers. The council members were gathered in a semi-circle around the throne, where Loki sat. Everyone was there. From the most insignificant servant to the very own King of Utgard.

Loki sat there with an unreadable look on his face as he stared at the doors. He straightened up when the sound of marching soldiers resonated on the walls. The doors opened and a sea of Jötnar soldiers came in, they marched to the centre of the room and then parted in half. The room went silent until a soft swish was heard thanks to the big, flowy skirts of the Princess grazing the ground. Once she got to the front, she did a small curtsy before Loki and he stood from his throne. Walking down the steps, he got closer to her and gently lifted her while grabbing her hand.

"Welcome, Princess Angrboda." He kissed her hand. "I hope you find your stay in my home enjoyable."

"Thank you, my King." Her voice sounded like silk, wrapping itself around your ears. "I am sure I'll enjoy myself." Smirking, her big grey eyes never left Loki's.

Her words repulsed you. She was clearly here to claim the throne and try to wed Loki. But you were sure he would reject her. If the rumours were true he wanted to rule alone, without a Queen by his side, at least for now.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Loki's voice.

"Would you like to go on a walk with me?" Loki seemed particularly attentive to her and you didn't know why it bothered you.

She tilted her head to the side, her hair flowing around her shoulders and when it caught the light, it looked even whiter. Her smile did not falter at all, in fact, it got even wider. "I would be honoured, my King."

They left the throne room, her hand around his arm. Everyone bowed as they walked towards the exit, like they were some sort of deities. You were annoyed, who did she think she was? This was not her kingdom and yet she was treated as if she was already the Queen. The doors closed behind them and everyone went back to their activities, leaving you there standing alone.

You rolled your eyes and went to the doors wanting to get away from there as soon as possible. But something stopped you, more like someone.

"Lady Y/N!"

Ægir stood in front of you with a smile on his face. You couldn't help yourself and smiled back at him, there was something in him that made you feel at ease.

"Hello, Ægir. I did not see you here before. Have you been here all this time?" You questioned him confused, your brows furrowing.

"Yes, I am afraid. I suppose you saw the whole show."

You tilted your head in a questioning manner. At this, he laughed and proceeded to explain. "The grand entrance of the Princess and Loki's attentions towards her."

A scorching feeling began to arise at the pit of your stomach but you concealed it rolling your eyes and with a mocking smile. He laughed and offered you his arm.

"Perhaps we could go on a walk on our own? If you want, of course."

You took his arm and smiled at him. He led you to the gardens and took a seat at one of the benches. You followed him and once you were sitting, you unconsciously let out a sigh.

"Is everything alright, my lady?" You blushed and nodded your head.

You were still thinking about Loki and how he kissed her hand. He had been such a gentleman with her, was he planning on marrying her? The thought left a bitter taste and you grimaced trying to dissipate the thought. Turning your head to the left, you saw Ægir staring at you, you had forgotten about him.

"Apologies, I think I'll go to my chambers and rest for a while. I had quite a hectic morning at the infirmary." You excused yourself and stood up, Ægir following your movements.

"Would you like for me to escort you?"

"Thank you for your offer, but I need a moment alone." You weren't even sure if you were going to head to your chambers, perhaps the library could distract you.

"Of course. If you need anything I'll be here." Ægir smiled at you and you nodded in gratitude.

Making your way to the library you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. You had no reason to hate Princess Angrboda, but your gut told you otherwise. As for the conflict you felt about Loki's attentions to her you blamed it on the protective feeling you got on your friends. You had know Loki since you were kids so it was obvious you only wanted the best for him, even if you weren't that close. Of course, it was that.

Reaching the library, you made your way straight to the stairs and took one of the books you left the last time and a chair. You began to read to distract yourself but soon realized your mind was elsewhere. You kept trying but you only earned a headache. Closing the book and pushing it aside, you rested your head on the table and closed your eyes. After a few minutes, sleep embraced you.

*     *     *     *

Loki had just left Princess Angrboda's side when he felt the need to relax after a long day.

It had truly been a tiring day, keeping up façades in front of the Princess, treating her like she was his Queen. He knew the council members had something to do with her unexpected visit. He wasn't stupid, and if he wanted to keep them on his side then he had to pretend he had intentions of courting her. But he couldn't deny how pretty she was. He was surprised when he saw her emerging from the rows of guards that surrounded her, he was immediately captivated by her eyes. Grey–almost transparent– eyes looked at him like he was a prey, her skin had a very pale blue hue in it and her hair flowed around her like clouds on the sky. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. But it didn't feel right.

He came back to reality once he noticed the library doors in front of him, he decided to enter knowing no one would bother him there. As he stepped in, he noticed it was dark, there were no candles nor torches, so he decided to open the curtains. White light illuminated the room, sunlight meeting the snow making it reflect brighter on the windows. Loki stepped away and made his way to the staircase, gingerly grabbing a random book from a shelf on his way. As he reached the top of the stairs he noticed a body hunched over the table. He looked around but there was no one else in the room. He took a closer look and once he was close enough, he let out a sigh of relief. It was you.

He shook his head as he sat in a chair on the opposite side of the table. He made himself comfortable and once he was satisfied he began to read. He focused on the book on his hands and failed to notice the sky growing darker. It was only when you began to stir when he realized that he had been forcing his eyesight in order to keep reading. He closed his book and placed it on the side while waiting for you to fully wake up. He folded his arms on his chest and rested them at the edge of the table.

You rubbed at your eyes and then squinted, trying to focus your sight. Everything was so dark but you noticed a shadow in front of you. Your heart rate sped up and it wasn't until your eyes grew accustomed to the darkness that you made out the silhouette in front of you. Loki stared at you expectantly with a raised brow and a teasing smile.

"Had a good nap?" His playful tone caught you slightly off guard.

With a yawn, you stretched your arms above your head and moaned. Dropping your arms on the table, you smiled tiredly at him and replied. "M'sorry, your Majesty. I had a headache and I think the rush of adrenaline I had in the morning took a toll on me."

"Ah, yes. I heard about what you did today." He said as he rubbed his chin. "I'm glad you are finally finding your way around here, Lady Y/N.”

Your name rolling off of his lips surprised you. Trying to mask your shock, you turned your eyes to the floor and shrugged your shoulders.

"It really was nothing, just a common case of stomach-ache. Although I'm surprised they had no idea about it. It was as if I cured a rare disease, it was very odd." You scrunched up your face remembering the faces of the guards when they saw their friend getting better.

Loki's laugh got your attention and you smiled confusedly. Why was he laughing?

"It takes a considerably big amount of food to make a Jötunn fall ill with a stomach-ache. Our metabolism is very fast, which prevents us from getting sick." He explained and you felt dumb.

Of course it was that.

You sighed and rolled your eyes as you reprimanded yourself for not connecting the dots earlier. Loki smiled at you but you missed it, being so lost in your thoughts. He turned his head to the right and gazed outside, admiring the scenery behind the window in front of him.

“I would also like to apologize for my behavior this morning.” He sighed and you suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. “It was completely rude of me and out of place to drag you by your arm. I hope I didn’t cause you any harm.”

His eyes were expectant, focused on yours waiting for a reaction.

You switched your eyes elsewhere, his gaze wat too intense for your liking. “I accept your apology, your Majesty. And no, you didn’t harm me.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between the both of you. He kept looking at you, looking for a sign that could tell him if you were mad at him or if you had truly forgiven him. You couldn’t take it anymore, the awkwardness was eating you alive so you chose to leave.

As you were about to stand up and excuse yourself, Loki’s voice caught your attention.

“Being here in Utgard reminds me when mother used to tell me stories about Yggdrasil when I was a child." He sighed lost in thought. "It made me want to travel the nine realms so I could see with my own eyes every creature and every place she told me about."

You hummed in agreement. "I remember that story, the All-mother told me that one very often. It was one of my favourites."

Loki smiled softly as he realized the affection you had for Frigga. He knew the Queen loved you like a daughter but seeing you talk so fondly about her made him happy. Perhaps it was because he found himself missing her mother's presence or because he liked seeing that his mother was loved not only by him and Thor, but by you as well. Pride spread out on his chest, he had the best mother in the nine realms and, even if he was adopted, his love for Frigga was big enough to surpass that small detail.

"She loves you, you know?" Loki found himself admitting his mother's affections for you.

The sudden confession surprised you. It was very rare for Loki to talk about Frigga with you, let alone confess that his mother loved you, just like she loved him.

"And I love her. She has been a motherly figure to me since I have memory. Everything I am today I owe it to her."

Loki seemed to think for a minute before he opened his mouth to reply. "I wasn't very fond of you when she first brought you to study with us."

You snorted and squinted your eyes at him. "Really? I didn't notice."

He laughed in response and then you joined him.

"It's just… I-I thought that she would pay more attention to you and I got jealous." He sheepishly admitted as warmth crept up his neck.

"Jealous!?" Disbelief laced your voice, he had got to be joking. "Your Majesty, Queen Frigga loves you." Loki looked up at you with uncertainty in his eyes, this only made you continue your explanation. "She's always talking about you and how proud she is of having you as her son."

At this, Loki widened his eyes. "It cannot be! She's always talking about you and how good your abilities are."

You stare at each other in shock, until you can no longer take it and laugh. He looked confused for a moment before a smile took place on his lips and allowed himself to laugh with you. He saw how your eyes closed and your brows rose as you kept laughing. He couldn’t help but smile at what he saw, you looked so carefree and relaxed; you looked adorable.

You tried to even out your breathing and once you recovered, you addressed him. "Guess she loves both of us, huh?" You let out a little snicker, watching Loki smile widely.

"I'll fight for her then, I'll be her favourite." He stated proudly with a playful tone and a teasing smile on his face. "You can be the second favourite, if you'd like."

Your smile dropped slightly, but you nodded. "But… can we share? She's everything I got, if it weren't for her I'd still be a servant." You looked down at your hands, playing with the fabric of your dress.

Loki fell silent. His heart ached for you, he knew that you had no family and it was thanks to his mother that you could aspire for something better. Seeing you like this, so small and fragile, tugged at the strings on his heart.

"Of course, darling." He waited for a reaction but you were still looking down at your hands, playing with them. "I was only joking by the way, I know mother's heart is big enough for the both of us." He saw you lift up your head and smile gratefully. Loki rolled his eyes feigning annoyance and sighed. "Even for Thor." You finally laughed and he smiled, happy to see your spirits lifting again.

"Thank you, your Majesty." Smiling at him, you lightly bowed your head. Even if it felt like you were talking with a friend, you had to remember your place.

Loki scrunched up his face in disgust and he waved his hand in a dismissive way. "There is no need for formalities here, Y/N." Your eyes opened as he casually called you by your name but he paid no mind. "Call me Loki, please."

"O-Of course." You were hesitant to call him by his name, it felt odd.

He looked at you expectantly with a brow raised. He wanted to hear you say his name.

Rolling your eyes you sighed, faking annoyance. "Of course, Loki."

He smiled brightly in return and winked at you. You felt your cheeks getting warmer and you looked away, towards the window, missing Loki's eyes glimmering with what could be described as adoration.

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[hajimesh]

lokasenna pt. 1

Word Count: 1600-ish

Pairings: Jötunn!Loki x Healer!Reader

Summary: You're a healer at the palace, with a nice humble life. That is until you got sent to Utgard with Prince Loki. You must learn to live among the Jötnar and Loki to survive. But hey, what is life without a bit of danger?

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for the past month and I’m so excited to finally share it with you guys! I tried to read a bit of norse mythology to make it as accurate as possible but have in mind I’m no expert on this topic. I should be updating it once maybe twice a week. Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!

- Einn -

Being a healer of the royal family was not an easy task. Having in your hands the life of not only the King, Queen and the Princes, but also the families of the court; was heavy duty. One that you have been prepared for your whole life.

Queen Frigga had taken you under her wing since you were a child. She was the one who discovered your healing abilities while you unconsciously healed a bird in her gardens. She had been watching you with curiosity in her eyes as you caressed the bird’s broken wing, and after a few minutes, set it free to fly away.

She made you her pupil from that very moment and that, eventually, lead you to train your magic alongside the Princes. Prince Thor never showed interest in the magic field, but he quickly considered you a friend of his. Whereas Prince Loki focused on his mother’s lessons and sometimes joined you in your child’s games. Although he was way more reserved.

As you turned into a young maiden, the Queen gave you a job as a healer in the palace’s infirmary. No longer being a servant, you learnt so much more and your abilities were exploited to the maximum. Always under the watch of the All-mother, she made sure you were doing well and kept teaching you everything she could. As long as her duties allowed her, of course.

It was a normal day at the infirmary. Healing stomach aches and small cuts from the kids that had too much to eat or too much fun while playing. Those kind of injuries were the most common ones, so without thinking, you began the procedure you had mastered all these years.

Placing some herbs in the boiling water, you poured a bit of your healing magic to potentiate their properties. Once it was ready, you placed the scalding water into a spray bottle and proceeded to attend your patient.

“Hello, child. Are you still feeling unwell?” You coo at the little boy who could not be older than five years old.

“Yes, miss.” He pouted as he rubbed his bloated tummy.

“Do not fret, this should help with the pain. Let me know if it’s too hot.” You explained.

You began to place some of the water while gently rubbing his tummy. The boy stiffened at your touch but soon relaxed at the warmth. After fifteen minutes you were done.

“My job here is done, but I recommend you to rest for the remainder of the day.” Smiling at him, he looked lively again.

“Thank you, miss!” With a small bow he stood up and ran away.

As you were packing your stuff away you heard movement outside the walls of the room and whispers began to arise amongst the other healers.

“…dead.”  

“Frost giants.”

You only caught some bits from all the whispers. Curiosity got the best of you and right as you were about to go out and see for yourself what the fuss was about, a startled guard entered the room.

“Laufey is dead.”

Prince Loki paced in his chambers, deep in thought. The stiffness in his posture showed the tension he was feeling at the moment.

“If you keep that up you will make a hole on the floor.” Prince Thor’s sarcasm was not welcomed by the younger Prince, who shoot him a deathly glare.

“Loki, please talk to us. What is bothering you, dear?” Frigga’s voice flowed like silk through the air as she tried to comfort her son.

“Do you really want to know what is bothering me, mother?” Venom laced Prince Loki’s voice. Then, he continued talking.

“You know what this means. Laufey’s death.” His face contorted into one of concern adding years to him.

“I know it's a hard decision to make, but do not strain yourself. You have no obligation to do something you do not want.” The All-mother tried to reassure him.

“It is not an obligation but a right of mine as a Son of Laufey. One I am not planning to reject.” The firmness in Prince Loki’s voice earned a sigh of resignation from the Queen.

“I guess it is settled then.” The Queen gave Loki a last chance to change his mind.

“I will claim the crown that belongs to me and only me, Loki Laufeyson.”

Prince Thor and Frigga exchanged looks, concerned about the young Prince’s decision. They could only hope he knew what he was getting himself into.

After the guard announced that the King of Jötunheim was dead, gasps were heard all over the room. Everyone knew what this meant. Loki was next in line for the throne being a Laufeyson. You were a bit concerned about him. You liked to think you were acquaintances, so you knew how this would put a heavy weight on his shoulders, although he would never admit it.

Being distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t hear the door of the infirmary open.

“Child, I’m glad to see you are still here. I must have a word with you.” Queen Frigga’s voice took you by surprise.

“Your Majesty!” You turned to her, worry masking her face. “Of course, how may I be of help?”

“I believe you know what happened earlier today, right?” You nodded your head in agreement.

“I must confess I am deeply worried by Loki’s well being. He has made a decision that I’m not entirely sure it’s the right one.” Concern filled her eyes as she confined in you her deepest worries.

“Does this mean he has chosen to claim the throne?” You didn’t think he would accept it.

“I am afraid he did. But him traveling on his own and exposing himself to danger worries me to no end.” Tears welled up in her eyes. You had never seen her like that, so vulnerable.

Caring about the Queen as your own mother, you embraced and consoled her. You could not imagine how hard this must be for her, watching her son expose himself to imminent danger.

“I am sure Prince Loki is smart enough to defend himself.” You try to reassure her, but you don’t really know what could happen to him.

“Why does not someone go with him? Prince Thor perhaps?” You question her, trying to find a solution to her problems.

“I am afraid that is not possible, my dear. Thor has his own duties here on Asgard. But perhaps we could find someone else to go with Loki.” Frigga seemed to think for a moment until she turns to you with wide eyes. “Why don’t you go with him?” Her eyes shone with hope as she waited for your answer.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You? By the norns, when you suggested it you never thought it would be you.

“Me? Your majesty I do not mean to question you, but I do not think I’m fitted for this task.” You try to reason with her and find your way out of this.

“But child, you are a healer. What could be possibly better than a healer to look after Loki’s life?” Her excitement only made you feel worse.

“I-I don’t know anything about Jötunheim or the Jötnar, my Queen. I would be of no use. Their body and metabolism being totally different to Asgardian ones.” One last attempt wouldn’t hurt.

“That could be our excuse! Say that you wish to expand your knowledge and traveling with my son will help you learn about other races. It’s perfect!”

You were in deep shit now.

A knock was heard in the silent room. Loki looked up from his book and sighed.

“Who is it?” He didn’t even try to hide the annoyance in his voice.

“Your mother.” Frigga’s voice called back and took Loki by surprise.

The guards opened the doors and allowed the Queen into Loki’s chambers. Frigga could tell the distress his son was going through. A gentle smile made its way on her face and with a hand movement he gestured the prince to come closer.

“My son, you look troubled.” Her smooth voice eased Loki’s nerves. She always had a calming effect on him.

“I am troubled, mother. But not in the way you think. I am troubled because I must leave immediately to Utgard to claim the throne but I still don’t have a plan.” Rubbing his temples, he sighed in defeat.

“I’m sure you will come up with something. Now, there’s something I must speak with you, Loki. You remember Y/N, right? Our healer?” Loki looked confused at her question but nodded his head nonetheless. “Well, I suggested her to go with you so she could expand her knowledge about healing and magic with other creatures, like the frost giants.”

“You did what!?” Loki’s voice sounded alarmed. “You cannot be serious, she is not going. No one is going.”

“Son, her abilities are strong you have seen them before. It is a great opportunity for her to learn more than I can teach her. Furthermore, I’ll feel at ease knowing that someone I trust is there with you.” He looked away, not knowing what to say.

“Mother, I-I don’t…” He sighed in defeat as he looked at her mother’s eyes. She had won the battle.

Frigga’s smile was wide and bright. She embraced him in a tight hug and kissed his cheek. Loki smiled at her and kissed the back of her hand. He definitely had a soft spot for her.

“Thank you, my son. I knew you would understand. I should go and tell her the news. I’ll see you at supper.” With a wink she turned towards the doors and left.

Loki let himself fall backwards on his bed. What has he agreed to?

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[hajimesh]

lokasenna pt. 2

Word Count: 2.2k-ish

Pairing: Jötunn!Loki x Healer!Reader

Summary: Your next destination... Jötunheim

A/N: Merry Christmas! This is my gift for you guys, it’s the least i can do, and i hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated! 

Previous chapter

- Tveir -

Walking along the halls of the palace you admired the beauty of your surroundings. Gold covered the whole place. The big columns seemed endless as they reached the ceiling and the paintings and pictures on it where even more beautiful. It was really breath-taking. You felt honoured to live under the same roof of Asgard’s royal family and to be more than just a servant, to be actually able to heal and fix them.

You were on your way to the infirmary and you had to pass right outside the throne room to reach it. Stepping out of the doors, Prince Thor walked out of the throne room, probably from a meeting and noticed you. He was one of your dearest friends in the nine realms, knowing him since you were kids, you considered him a brother.

“Lady Y/N! It is so good to see you.” His cheerful voice greeted you as he gently embraced you in his arms.

Since you were children he had always been a good friend and someone you could trust with your life. As he let go of you, you smiled at him.

“Thor, it is good to see you too. Where have you been?” You did not recall seeing him recently.

“I’m afraid royal duties have kept me captive from you for a while. Please tell me what have I missed in my dearest friend’s life?” Signalling for you to take a seat in one of the benches, you obeyed.

“Not much. Well, besides your mother sending me to Jötunheim, nothing really interesting.” He looked at you with surprise.

“Jötunheim? When did this happen?” 

“A couple of days ago, she claimed to be worried about Prince Loki’s well being and that sending me with him will calm her. Besides, it would be good for me to learn more about healing.” You told him nonchalantly, like it was nothing.

“And you agree with her?” He knew of your stubborn nature and how, sometimes, it could be very difficult to force you to do something you didn’t want to.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know what to do. Please Thor, give me some advice. In one hand I wish to please your mother and learn so much more. But in the other, I’m terrified to go there only with Loki as company.” Desperation could be heard clearly in your voice.

Thor seemed to think for a few seconds, until he turned to you again with a soft smile. Placing a hand on your shoulders he gave you the best advice he could.

“Do not let your comfort zone and fears hold you back from the knowledge you wish to have.” With a squeeze on your shoulder, he stood up.

“I’m afraid I must leave. Nice chat Lady Y/N, we should do that more often.” Without letting you mutter a single word, he turned on his heels and left you sitting there more confused than ever.

But deep down you knew he was right. So you sucked it up and made up your mind. This was going to be one hell of a ride.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"I'll do it."

Breaking into the throne room, you announced your decision. But as you looked up and saw Prince Loki watching you with raised brows, you closed your mouth and stared at him not knowing what to do. You didn't expect to see him there, such a fool move of you to show up like that. You knew the All-father wasn't in the realm, so you expected Queen Frigga to be there. But you totally forgot about Loki.

"Thank you? But I am afraid I do not follow." Loki answered sarcastically.

"Your Highness I apologize for the interruption, I was looking for the All-mother." You replied as you bowed.

He seemed to think for a minute until he walked down the steps of the throne and got closer to you.

"I am sure I can be as useful as the Queen herself. Now tell me, what is it that you are so willing to do?" His voice demanded an answer out of you. 

You opened you mouth to answer him but got interrupted by another voice.

"Ah, good to see the both of you here, I must have a word with you." Frigga beamed at the both of you and walked closer until she was standing right in front of you.

You made a courtesy and greeted her. Loki grabber her hand and guided her to the throne. Before she sat, Loki kissed her cheek and then took his place a few steps down. It had been a long time since you had seen them act so carefree, especially Loki, you smiled at their interaction. 

Turning to you, Frigga began to speak. "I could not help but hear that you have accepted the proposition." She paused and you nodded your head at her signalling it was true. "I knew you would agree, my child." She smiled, relief washing over her and you could visibly see her relax. 

"Care to explain, mother?" Loki's voice laced with impatience made you nervous. By Valhalla, what if he gets mad once he knows? 

"My son, Lady Y/N will be accompanying you to Jötunheim. Her duties will be learning about how the Jötnar bodies work and as your personal healer. I fully trust her with this job and firmly believe it would benefit you as well." Her voice had a firm tone in it, not leaving any chance for the Prince to reject her mother's request.

He stared straight to Frigga's eyes and with a court nod, he addressed his mother's words.

"As you wish, mother."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Once you accepted the Queen's proposition preparations for the travel consumed your whole time. You were currently relieved from your duties at the infirmary so you could make sure everything you needed was packed. You were supposed to departure tomorrow morning, finishing the last arrangements you sat on your bed and sighed. You had not talked to Loki since the day at the throne room but Queen Frigga visited almost everyday to make sure you were all set.

Nervous thoughts clouded your mind. You had no idea what to expect, you had never travelled to another realm, nor seen a Jötun in real life; only in books. You had to admit you were scared to be around those creatures for an undetermined amount of time.

Trying to ease yourself, you lied down on your bed and closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling, taking deep breaths. You can do this, you'll learn so much more and you'll become a more experienced healer. Perhaps one day you'll become the head healer, who knows?

Letting your thoughts consume you, you sigh as you fall unconscious.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Warmth poured over your face as sunlight shone right through the curtains. Rubbing your eyes, you sat on your bed and realization dawned on you. You were leaving today.

Anxiety started to creep up on you. Dread engulfed you and you felt sick, but you knew that if you backed down now you'd feel like a coward and regret it in the future. And let's not forget how you'd be letting down the Queen. With deep breaths you tried to calm your heart, thinking about how much you'll learn and what a wonderful experience this will be.

Getting the covers out of your way, you started getting ready by picking up your clothes for the day. All your things were already packed the night prior so you just had to dress properly. A dress with sleeves and your cloak would suffice, for now. Once you made sure you weren't forgetting anything, you stood on your doorway looking for the last time at your chambers.

"Are you ready, Lady Y/N?" The guard at the door addressed you.

With a faint smile you nodded your head and followed him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Once you arrived at the Bifrost everything went by in a blur. Queen Frigga and Prince Thor bid you farewell. Heimdall activated the Bifrost and in a blink you were traveling to the realm of the frost giants. No more than ten seconds later you were standing right in front of the castle. Snow covered your surroundings and sunlight made the castle beam and temporarily blind you. It seemed as if it was made of ice or glass, you couldn't tell.

Prince Loki began walking towards the castle as if he had been there before. You were hesitant to follow him. Finally standing there, you realized this was very real and there was no turning back. Your breaths got laboured and the cold didn't help.

Loki looked over his shoulder after noticing you weren't following him and called after you. "Come healer. Let's get this over with."

Getting you out of your trance, you quickly jogged until you were a little bit behind him and entered the castle.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You were right. The castle was made of ice. 

How did you know? Well, once you stepped in you tried to close the big doors behind you and oh surprise, your hand got stuck on it.

As you tried to get your hand out of the door you made a little noise which alerted Loki of your predicament. He looked back at you and noticed the problem. With a roll of his eyes he walked back at the entrance and glared at you. Raising his hand, a green glow emanated from it as he let his magic melt the ice away. Once your hand was free, you smiled sheepishly at him.

"T-thank you."

"Stay away from trouble." The sharpness on his tone made you look away. With another roll of his eyes, he resumed his walk and you followed him. 

After some minutes, you came face to face with another set of doors, this time you avoided touching them. There were guards standing there, frost giants. You had to admit they were really intimidating. They were about eight feet tall, blue skinned and with patterns that adorned their face, arms and chest; very similar to the ones on the books. 

Once they noticed Loki, they opened the doors. He walked in first and when you tried to step forward, the guards immediately tried to stop you. Scared of the sudden movement, you took a few steps back looking at Loki for help. He heard the commotion and turned around.

"She is with me."

Without another word, the guards stopped their advances and eyed you suspiciously. With a huff they resumed their positions at the door and you could finally walk in.

You were in the throne room. The throne seemed to be made of ice, big surprise, and there were smaller ones all over the room. Each one occupied by Jötnar. They were looking at him expectantly, the room silent.

Loki stepped in the middle of the room and cleared his throat.

"Sires, it is an honour for me to be standing here in presence of the Jötnar Council Members. I am Loki Laufeyson, rightful heir to the throne of this realm and I am here to claim my birth right."

Murmurs began to arise in the room. This wasn't good.

"Silence!"

One of the jötnar, tried to calm the room to no avail. 

"An impostor!"

"Bastard!"

"It cannot be him, he is not a Jötunn."

Shouting and accusations were thrown from left to right. The council members seemed to disagree with Loki's claims. He looked annoyed. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Then a soft green glimmer engulfed him until what was standing in the middle of the room was not Prince Loki, but a Jötunn.

You slightly gasped, you had never seen him like that before. His eyes were red and his pale blue skin was adorned with patterns similar to the ones you saw on the guards. 

The room fell silent. All eyes were on him.

"As I was saying, I came here to claim what is mine." Loki's voice sounded calm but it had a sharp end to it.

The Jötnar seemed to think their words carefully before speaking. Finally another Jötunn cleared his throat.

"Well, we shall begin the preparations for the coronation." At this Loki smiled in satisfaction, it had been easier than what expected.

"But if I may ask, your Majesty. What about… her?"

All the attention turned to you. With everyone's eyes on you, you felt exposed and tried to make yourself seem smaller while looking at Loki, your eyes begging for help.

He glanced at you like he forgot you were there and sighed. His eyes expressed boredom and with a wave of his hand he gestured at you with dismissal. "She will be working here as a healer, learning and putting her knowledge to work. You will not have to worry about her. I suppose a mere Asgardian healer poses no threat to you. Does she not?"

His mocking tone earned a few laughs out of the Jötnar.

Surprisingly his words hurt you. The way he made less not only you but your work was humiliating. Lowering your head in shame you tried to block their laughs.

This was not good, at all.

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