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hellotherekenobi · 3 days ago
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───flowers in the sun.
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summary: you know fandral well enough to know how much of a flirt he is, but when he asks you to join him on a picnic one day, it turns out he has a reason behind it all with you.
a/n: dedicated to the one and only @megmeg-chan for fueling my daydreams of this man. this goes out to all my fandral lovers out there. i respect you. song i listened to while writing: flowers by in love with a ghost.
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Days like today were always lovely, where the sun shining made everything gleam and sparkle and the breeze were gentle, not too cold but just the perfect temperature. Of course, days like today were always lovely when they’re spent with someone equally as such, but perhaps that’s why he was given the name “dashing.” You weren’t always that interested in him, nor the warriors three, but he slipped through the cracks and you didn’t put up much of a fight once you realized how far you had fallen for him—and who could say no to a picnic out in the Asgardian fields with Fandral, anyhow?
When he had asked you earlier today, you weren’t expecting much but as soon as you had seen the spread—fruit baskets and crystal glasses, a fine linen blanket with golden patterns etched into the fabric—you knew that, once again, he managed to slip further past the cracks you’ve never bothered patching up, and probably never will with him being so close to your heart already.
“These are delicious,” the strawberry in your hand drips down your finger as you wipe your lips.
Fandral chuckles, leaning his head further back to close his eyes up at the sun, resting on one hand where he lays. “I made sure to get only the best for you, darling.”
You don’t react to the nickname, having heard that from his lips countless times before directed at many a fair maiden. “I can tell, with all the food you packed. Must have taken some convincing to sneak this out of the palace.”
“Oh no,” he smiles, tilting his head to look at you. “Not at all, my dear. Only so much convincing for you to join me.”
You smile, wiping the strawberry juice off of your hands with one of the serviettes packed. “I’ve never taken you for the picnic type.”
“Well, what is it they say? A moment is only as good as the people you spend it with.”
“And this moment?” You tease, leaning on your elbow closer to him. “How good is it?”
He doesn’t hesitate to say, “Far greater than any I’ve spent before.”
It makes you smile, looking down at your lap as you fiddle with the serviette in your hands. The confidence in his words could make anyone swoon, but you’ve always been more hopeless than hopeful as a romantic for him. Yet you still cling to it, smiling wider and letting out a chuckle, looking up again.
“Always such a charmer.”
He nods in agreement, pursing his lips slightly as he grabs his glass for another sip. There’s a moment of silence between you two, where you simply sit basking in the sun and listening to the rustling of the flowers amongst the grass as the wind blows gentle and cool. Fandral was right about moments, since this one wouldn’t be as pleasant if he weren’t beside you, but you are still wondering why you’re with him here to begin with—not that you’re complaining but time spent with Fandral was always giddy at most, throwing quips each other’s way and believing his flirts to be mere fun. Hopeless not hopeful, you remind yourself.
“When are you leaving?” you ask finally, seeing as the question was danced around before the food was even brought out.
He sighs, something tired. “Tonight.”
“And you’ll be gone for...?”
“I don’t know—” he sits up—“I’m hoping no more than a month, should everything go to plan. These things don’t usually turn out that way, however.”
You hum in agreement, knowing how long his last campaign with the warriors had been—and how you waited to see him ride back home almost everyday. “I thought you enjoyed fighting battles? I hear so many stories.”
“All in truth, I assure you.” he wags a finger for emphasis. “But when I go, I’ll miss moments like these. I’ll miss you.”
Your cheeks burn by his words. “You won’t have any time to miss me.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll think of you always.”
Hopeless. Remember it. He’s a natural born flirt, and a good one at that, but this doesn’t mean anything to him. You keep telling yourself that but the more you do, the more you think differently. Or maybe you’re just trying to deny what he might feel because of the way you feel. Cutting your thoughts short before you lose yourself, you lean over to pluck a flower from the field, twirling it in your hands to have something other than the serviette to fiddle with in the hopes that Fandral won’t notice how nervous you are. He doesn’t leave the topic unfinished, though.
“That is why I asked you to join me here. If I’m to leave tonight, I want you to be the last person I spend my day with.”
“Fandral,”
“I know,” he chuckles lightly. “Everything will be alright. I know that more than anything.”
“Because of your bravery or your silver tongue?” you joke, expecting a laugh from him but only getting a smile.
“Because I have something worth fighting for.”
“What is that?”
You think you know the answer already, most likely for Asgard or his companions—something noble—yet you don’t expect his answer when he leans over to take the flower from your fingers, twirling it once before he fastens it behind your ear, looking at you softly to say, “You.”
It’s said so sincerely that you do nothing but stare at him, watching for a furrow in his brow or the crease in his smile to tell you that he was only fooling, but he just continues to look at you, something so genuine and intimate that it could tip you over if his hand weren’t still by your ear and gently brushing along your cheek.
You don’t know what to say, so you change the topic. “Does it look alright?”
It almost takes him a moment, but he doesn’t even look at the flower, instead staring so wistfully at you that you can feel his gaze, noticing the way his eyes flicker between your own and he swallows the clearing of his throat. “Yes, well... you are always beautiful.”
You can feel your heart racing against your chest, you’re scared it might rip right through the skin. What could you reply with that won’t end in a stutter? He’s captured your heart, though you try to deny it, and maybe now you’re about ready to tear down the wall after all these years. But even when his fingers brush along your jaw so tenderly, working their way to your chin, you need more before you can let him in completely.
“I need to know,” you say so quiet like the breeze, placing your hand on top of his to still his movements. He looks at you with those swimmable eyes of his, brows furrowed in a way that makes him look like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “All of this... how you are with me... is it anything more than just Fandral the Dashing?”
He leans back slightly, like your words had shoved him backward. The look on his face changes to disbelief but so fractionally, so soft-hearted, that you could almost think he was saddened.
“Do you truly believe I have no feelings for you?” he waits for you to tell him he’s wrong, that all this time you’ve known, and when you remain silent he says, “All that I do for you, it’s all of me. Every word I speak, every touch I give, it’s a reflection of how much I care for you. My dear, I have loved you ever since we were young.”
For as long as you can remember, you have wanted to hear those words from him. Every moment you spent wondering ‘what if?’ has come to a standstill, telling you so clearly that all your doubts were for nothing. Fandral loves you, but more than that he has loved you for the beginning. It’s so much to take in that you sit there, frozen, balancing on the edge of happiness and surprise, your thoughts being too loud for you to even choose how to outwardly react.
He’s known you for so long and chuckles breathlessly when you make no move, knowing how many words must be swirling inside your head. “Must I prove myself once more for you?” His thumb rubs gently at your chin as he leans closer, smiling when he notices the way you hold your breath. “Very well.”
You can’t think to close your eyes when he leans just that much closer and presses his lips to yours—the feeling alone being too good to be true, you have to make sure you’re not dreaming. Then just as softly, all at once, you fall into him. The wall comes crumbling down as you close your eyes and kiss him back, your hand reaching out to hold onto his shirt so that this moment doesn’t drift away from you. He smiles against your lips, tilting his head to kiss you deeper and feel you press against him. As he wraps his arms around you, he begins to peck kisses along your jaw, beneath your earlobe, and scattering featherlight kisses along your neck just to hear you laugh as you squirm in his arms.
“You laugh so sweetly, I might have to kiss you more just to hear it.” he has the biggest smile on his face as he speaks, leaning in close to bump his nose against yours. You giggle as you push him back lightly, hearing him chuckle along with you. “I’ll take the sound with me until I come back home to you.”
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swan-of-sunrise · 19 days ago
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Spellbinding (Chapter Twelve-Part Two)
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Summary: Loki, (Y/N) and Thor return home after their eventful vacation on Asgard.
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: A little bit of fluff after all that angst! I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Twelve (Part II) October 23rd, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)
“Are you certain you both cannot stay longer?”
Loki smiled as he pulled away from his mother’s embrace. “I’m sorry, Mother, but the Avengers are probably in utter shambles by now, considering their only two voices of reason have been away for three weeks; honestly, it’s a wonder they remained together for so long before we joined!”
Rolling her eyes at him, (Y/N) stepped forward and gave Frigga a hug. “What your son so humbly means is that we need to get back to helping people.”
“It seems that he could learn a thing or two about humility from you, my dear.” Frigga smiled brightly, stepping back from the embrace and holding (Y/N)’s hands in hers. “It was such an honor meeting the woman who holds my son’s heart, and I’m pleased that you enjoyed your stay here on Asgard.”
(Y/N)’s smile tightened and Loki instantly knew why as an unpleasant memory came to mind…
“They were nothing more than genocidal maniacs and they plagued my realm with their evil until the day they died!”
“…What?”
King Tarian sighed deeply. “Twenty-six years ago, my father ruled Alfheim. He was beloved and respected, but there were some who wanted to overthrow him. Your mother was my father’s top advisor, and she used her position to gain closer access to him, poisoning him and using her advisory position to take the throne. Layeia and her forbidden Midgardian lover reigned with an iron fist, executing any who opposed their rule, and gained a small following who worshiped her evil magic. I went into hiding and gathered a small army of Alfheimians who were loyal to my father before attempting to take them on. After a lengthy battle, it was clear that my forces were winning, so in a desperate attempt to regain the throne, Layeia attempted to use her magic against all of us but she overexerted herself…she and her lover died in the explosion, leaving the burden of the throne of Alfheim to me. It’s best to forget about your biological parents, Lady (Y/N)…it will only cause more heartache and suffering…”
Since learning the truth about her parents from King Tarian the week prior, (Y/N) had politely but adamantly refused to discuss it with anyone and to most people, it looked as if she’d moved past it all, but Loki could see in her eyes that she was still hurting. Admittedly, she’s handling the truth of her parents far calmer than I did, he thought, inwardly wincing as memories of his attempted attack on Jotunheim flashed in his mind.
“We’ll be sure to visit again soon, Mother, I promise.” Loki’s serious expression faded as he playfully smirked. “And you really should stop asking Heimdell to spy on Thor and me, you know. You worry far too much.”
Frigga looked up at him with an innocent smile, her blue eyes sparkling with warmth. “Well, then, my sons had better personally check-in with me on a regular basis so I won’t have to resort to such extreme measures, now, won’t they?”
“What extreme measures?”
They turned to see Thor and Sif enter the Observatory, followed closely by the Warriors Three and Heimdell; Thor’s arm was wrapped around Sif’s shoulder, and he was leaning heavily against her as they walked. Although the eldest Asgardian prince had rested and recovered from his poisoning for the past week, he wasn’t completely healed but he stubbornly insisted that he was healthy enough to return to Midgard. Obstinate as a goat, Loki thought with an inward eye-roll.
“Thor, are you sure that you’re well enough to travel?” Frigga hurried to his side and helped Sif guide him towards Loki and (Y/N). “The healers said that the poison heavily damaged your internal organs, are you-?”
“Of course, Mother, I feel as good as new!” Thor reassured her, but Loki could detect a hint of strain in his voice. “I could fight the World Serpent itself if I wished! I’m positive that the knowledge of my would-be assassin’s demise has helped significantly in my recovery…”
The day before, Fandral and Hogun had finally tracked down the lair of the mysterious poisoner only to find the man dead inside; it was deduced that the assassin drank his own poison to avoid any consequences for his actions and with that, Odin concluded the investigation into the incident. While Loki was glad that the assassin was deceased, something about it all didn’t feel quite right and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else they’d missed. Thor’s not wrong, though, Loki begrudgingly thought, he’s definitely in better spirits now than he was before.
Fandral and Sif exchanged eye-rolls and Volstagg replied, “Yes, you’re feeling very strong, now don’t forget to bring some Midgardian treats back with you when you return. Perhaps some of those Pop Tarts you spoke of?”
“Is that all you ever think about? Your prince and friend was nearly assassinated and is still wounded yet all you can talk about is a Midgardian treat!”
Volstagg and Fandral began arguing as Hogun watched with a weary expression on his face, and Frigga spoke in quiet tones to Thor; Sif ducked out from under Thor’s massive arm and approached Loki and (Y/N) with a small smile. “Well, your visit was certainly a lively one. It was an honor meeting you, (Y/N), and I hope to see you again in the future.”
“It was great meeting you, too!” (Y/N) clasped the warrior’s hand in hers and they shared a bright smile. “And thank you for all those tips on sword-fighting, I’ll be sure to put them to good use; I haven’t beaten my sword instructor in a while, so they could finally turn the tide in my favor…”
Loki grunted in mild annoyance but wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders all the same. “It was only one time, darling, and it was only because Barnes and Wilson distracted me with their incessant arguing.” Sif gave him a skeptical look and his lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “I hope that you’ll make a decision soon about your, ah, complicated feelings for a certain Asgardian. I suggest avoiding any subtle approaches, though, he’s never been very good at reading into them.”
Sif’s cheeks reddened and she crossed her toned arms over her chest. “Watch it, Trickster, I was just beginning to tolerate you again.”
“The Bifrost awaits,” Heimdell’s voice boomed throughout the Observatory. Giving (Y/N) a small smile, Loki intertwined his fingers with hers and led her to the swirling entrance of the Bifrost where Thor was already standing. “Will the Allfather be joining us?” Loki clenched his jaw as Frigga shook her head. “Very well, then. I bid you farewell, Odinsons, Lady (Y/N).” Frigga, Sif and the Warrior’s Three all waved goodbye, and Loki gave his mother a warm smile. Don’t forget to sweep your princess off her feet, my little Einherjar, Frigga’s voice whispered in his head as she blew them both a kiss.
With a twist of the Bifrost sword, the churning colors of the bridge surrounded them and (Y/N) clutched tightly to his armor as they were launched through the cosmos. In the blink of an eye, they were standing on the helipad of the Avengers Tower. Seeing the familiar New York City skyline for the first time in three weeks, Loki was struck with the realization that he’d actually missed the city he’d disliked for so long.
“We’re home.” (Y/N) looked out at the skyscrapers before glancing up at him with a smile. “I suppose we’d better head in and see what sort of mischief they’ve gotten themselves into.”
Loki pressed a kiss to her forehead and grinned. “I suppose we must.”
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To say that Loki was surprised by the warm welcome he received from his teammates would be an understatement; he never imagined that the others would actually miss his presence, so he struggled to keep his face impassive as Steve patted his back and Tony gave him a fist-bump.
After greeting them on the helipad, the two men led them inside to the common room and insisted on hearing about their trip. (Y/N) described Asgard and the different things they did over the three weeks, with Loki and Thor occasionally chiming in but neither of them mentioned what had transpired on the night of the ball and the morning after; before returning to Midgard, the three of them had agreed not to tell the others about Thor’s attempted assassination and the details about (Y/N)’s birth parents, not wishing to upset or worry their friends.
“Well, I’m glad that you guys had a good time, you both definitely deserved a little break.” Steve glanced over at (Y/N) with a teasing smile. “Je t'ai dit qu'elle t'aimerait…”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the super soldier. “Vous mourez d'envie de dire ça, n'est-ce pas?”
“I don’t know about you, Lokes, but I hate that these two know French.” Tony sighed dramatically. “And I know that they gossip about us behind our backs, just like Romanoff and Barnes do in Russian. That’s not a very nice thing to do us, you know.”
With a growing smirk, Loki replied, “Now would seem to be an inappropriate time to mention that Allspeak allows me to understand every language in the galaxy.” (Y/N) and Steve both laughed as the billionaire grumbled under his breath. “But you’re correct, Steve, Mother absolutely adores (Y/N).”
“Of course Her Royal Highness was gonna like you, (Y/L/N)! What’s not to like? You’re smart, kind, good looking and a bad-ass magician.” Tony quipped before tossing another piece of fruit in his mouth and moaning in satisfaction. “And you also give the best gifts! Seriously, you can’t just stroll into Whole Foods and pick up this tasty alien-fruit stuff-”
“I bring back gifts.” Thor leaned forward in his seat, a hurt expression on his face. “Stark, have you not enjoyed the salted bilgesnipe jerky I’ve brought back for you?”
Before Tony could reply, the elevator doors opened and a tall, red-haired woman dressed in a stylish white pantsuit stepped out. “Oh, I’m not interrupting anything, am I…?”
“Nope, perfect timing as usual, Miss Potts!” With a relieved grin, Tony jumped up and hurried over to the woman as Thor began complaining about his underappreciated gifts to Steve. “Hey, Rock of Ages and Samantha Stephens! Come over here and meet someone!” Giving each other a look of exasperation at their nicknames, Loki and (Y/N) stood and walked over to the pair. “Pepper, this is former-war-criminal-turned-superhero Loki Odinson and (Y/N) (Y/L/N), his shockingly magical brainiac of a girlfriend and our newest Avenger. Guys, this is Pepper Potts, the CEO of Stark Industries and my long-time better half.”
“It’s a pleasure, Lady Pepper, Stark’s descriptions of you haven’t nearly done you justice.” Loki remarked with a friendly smile.
Pepper blinked in surprise and she returned his smile. “Thanks, that’s very kind of you.” She turned her attention to (Y/N). “And it’s wonderful to finally meet you, (Y/N).”
“Same to you, but Tony’s never mentioned having a girlfriend before…”
The CEO nodded, her eyes flicking between Tony and (Y/N). “Well, Tony and I were on a break for a few months, and running Stark Industries from our headquarters in Los Angeles keeps me fairly busy. I’m a huge fan of yours, though; it’s about time they recruited another woman to the team! I’ll bet Natasha’s thrilled to not be the only one here.” (Y/N) couldn’t keep herself from giggling alongside the older woman.
“Hey, I take offense to that!” Tony placed a hand on his chest and gave Pepper an exaggerated look of outrage. “All the guys in the tower are a delight to be around; Loki, dude, back me up.”
Just then, a cackling Sam sprinted past them and down the hall to the stairwell, closely pursued by a murderous-looking Bucky, who’s hair was rumpled from sleep and was sporting a Sharpie-written message on his metal arm that read ‘RoboCop Fan Club President.” Loki watched them go before turning back to the others with a raised brow. “I’m afraid I’ll have to agree with Miss Potts on this one, Stark.”
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Late that night, Loki was awoken from his deep slumber by the buzzing of his cell phone from its place on his bedside dresser. Oh, for Norns sake, he grumpily thought to himself, groaning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before reaching for the phone and unlocking it; the brightness of the screen made it difficult to see but after his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the text message (Y/N) had just sent him.
My Lady (Y/N): Are you awake?
Without another thought, Loki tossed the covers off himself and stood before teleporting to the hallway outside of (Y/N)’s suite. He knocked softly on the door and flashed her a sleepy smile once it opened. “Is everything all right, darling?”
“Here,” (Y/N) stepped aside and allowed him to enter before closing the door behind them. “I’m so sorry for waking you up, Loki, everything’s fine. I was just being silly, you can go back to bed…”
Loki’s brow furrowed as he took in her appearance, from her forced smile and tired eyes to her overly-rumpled hair and fidgeting hands. “What’s wrong? You can tell me, (Y/N), I’ll listen.”
His eyes glanced over to the sofa and he spotted the large, leather-bound book King Tarian had gifted her before his departure sitting on the cushions; according to the king, it chronicled the history of Alfheim and explained in detail the crimes (Y/N)’s parents had committed during their short reign. Seeing it on the sofa, Loki deduced that she’d finally attempted to read it and he pursed his lips to keep himself from remarking on it. It secretly bothered him that the King of Alfheim implored her to forget her parents while simultaneously giving her a book detailing every heinous thing the pair did; something about the Light Elf felt…off to Loki, but he kept his feelings to himself so as not to upset (Y/N) further.
Wrapping her arms around her torso, (Y/N)’s eyes drifted to look out the window at the city’s lit skyline. “I tried reading that book before going to bed and I…I had a nightmare about my parents. I watched as two people destroyed buildings and homes with red-colored magic and I tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t listen. There were so many screams and when I looked down at my hands, my own magic had…anyways, that’s when I finally woke up.” She walked to the window and stood, her back facing him as her voice quivered. “They were evil. Pure evil. What if…what if my magic turns me into what my mother was? Loki, what if I become…?”
Loki padded over to where she stood and leaned down, wrapping his arms tightly around her middle and resting his chin on her shoulder. “It’s true that you inherited your magic from your mother, (Y/N) but you are nothing like her. Your kindness and bravery and strength, traits of yours that I deeply admire, come from your Aunt Evelyn, not your mother. Your magic will never become corrupted like hers was, my darling. I promise.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” (Y/N)’s arms came to rest on top of his and Loki pulled her closer as they looked out at the city skyline; they stood there in silence for a long time before (Y/N) spoke again. “I feel guilty for waking you up at one in the morning…”
“You shouldn’t; I’ll always be here for you, no matter what ungodly hour you may need me.” Loki grumbled playfully and (Y/N) let out a laugh, which slowly morphed into a tired yawn. “Are you ready to go back to sleep?”
She nodded and turned around, a strange glint in her vulnerable (Y/E/C) eyes. “Um…you know, Loki, you can stay here with me for the night…o-only if you want to, of course…”
“…I’ll stay.” Loki followed her into her bedroom and crawled into the bed beside her. In the back of his mind, he understood that they’d taken a small step forward in their relationship by finally sharing a bed but he pushed the thought aside as they settled under the covers. He tentatively reached his arm out and moved to wrap it around her shoulders. “Is this all right?”
“Mm-hmm,” (Y/N) hummed and to his surprise, she turned and cuddled up to his side, one hand curling against her chest and the other coming to rest around his torso. “I love you, Loki.”
He smiled as she rested her head against his bare shoulder. “I love you too. Sleep well, my love.” Moments later, he could make out her soft snores and after pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, he too felt himself drift off.
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French Translations: Je t'ai dit qu'elle t'aimerait-I told you that she'd love you Vous mourriez d'envie de dire ça, n'est-ce pas?-You were dying to say that, weren't you?
A/N: Next chapter will have some more fluff, I promise! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!
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Chapter Thirteen
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swan-of-sunrise · 26 days ago
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Spellbinding (Chapter Twelve-Part One)
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Summary: In the aftermath of Thor’s attempted assassination, Loki ponders his turbulent relationship with his brother and assists (Y/N) in finding answers about her parents.
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Twelve (Part I) October 17th, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)
The silence that filled the healing chamber was heavy, but it was not nearly as heavy as the pain Loki felt in his chest. Glancing around the dimly-lit chamber, Loki adjusted his position in the chair beside Thor’s bed and looked down at his unconscious brother; at first glance, he appeared lifeless but his chest would rise and fall slightly with each breath he took. His color had even improved, turning from a deathly grey to a slightly pinkish shade. Not the worst he’s ever looked in his life, I suppose, Loki thought with a humorless smile. As he stared at Thor’s face, the pain in his chest only grew so he looked back down as his tightly-clasped hands.
“How is he?” Loki glanced up to see (Y/N) sit down on the edge of the bed, her brow furrowed in concern as she looked down at Thor. Gone was her magnificent ball gown and stunning tiara, both replaced by a simple nightgown and robe. Her hair was mussed, as if she’d been tossing and turning in bed and her glasses were perched haphazardly on her nose, but to him she still looked like an angel.
“Stable. Our combined magic seems to have purged the poison out of Thor’s body, but it still did considerable damage to his internal organs,” He cleared his throat and began fiddling with the edge of his coat’s sleeve. “The healers have no idea if he’ll wake, so all we can do is wait and hope for the best.”
(Y/N) looked away from Thor and back at him, taking one of his hands into her own. “And how are you, Loki?”
“…If Thor had died tonight, then the last thing I would have told him was that he wasn’t my brother.” Loki whispered as he looked down, blinking away the tears that had begun to form and keeping his eyes trained on his hands. “I...I just wish that I could take it back, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s all right,” Loki glanced up to see that (Y/N) was kneeling on the ground in front of him. “Loki, your brother knows that you love him, and he loves you too. Why else would he believe so strongly that you could be redeemed?”
“Are you sure you’re not an empath, darling?” He joked, wiping the stray tears away and pulling (Y/N) up and onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and smiling slightly as her fingers played with the collar of his jacket. “Because you always know just what to say…”
“Positive,” (Y/N) chuckled and rested her head in the crook of his neck. “I’m just good at reading people, that’s all.” She pressed a light kiss on his bruised cheek and snuggled closer as they sat in silence for several moments.
“But how are you doing, (Y/N)? I know that it’s been a…turbulent evening for you, to say the least, nothing like how I imagined it going.” Loki’s arms tightened protectively around her waist as the image of (Y/N) struggling against General Arbane flashed through his mind. The Alfheimians should pray that I never lay eyes on that bastard again, he thought fiercely, I’ll kill him where he stands for what he did. He glanced back down at (Y/N), who was anxiously biting her bottom lip. “I’m truly sorry for storming off, it was wrong to leave you alone after all that had happened…”
She sighed, her fingers continuing to absentmindedly fiddle with his collar. “I understand why you left, it’s just…I spoke with King Tarian earlier. I was so close to learning about…but none of that matters now. There are more important things to worry about.” Her eyes were filled with empathy as she glanced over at Thor.
Loki gently turned her face back towards him, caressing his thumb over her soft cheek. “You’re one of the most kindhearted and compassionate beings in all the Nine Realms, but you shouldn’t always have to put others before yourself. If Thor were awake right now, he would agree with me. So I promise you, darling, you will get the answers you’re searching for, even if I have to steal the Bifrost sword from Heimdell himself to stop the Alfheimians from leaving in the morning.” The crease between her eyebrows disappeared and she gave him a grateful smile before capturing his lips in a languid kiss. Once they separated, (Y/N) returned her head to his shoulder, and they sat in silence as they watched over Thor’s unconscious form.
Loki wasn’t sure how long they’d been sitting there when he eventually registered his girlfriend’s quiet snores echoing through the otherwise silent chamber. After wrapping one arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, he carefully stood and made his way to one of the healing chamber’s empty beds; after setting her down, covering her with a blanket and taking off her glasses, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and headed back to his seat.
Sitting back in his chair, Loki looked at Thor morosely before quietly speaking. “Recently, I read a Midgardian book about neurology – that’s what they call the study of the brain – and it claimed that a person in a coma is aware of everything around them, so I know that there’s a possibility you can hear me.” He wrung his hands for a moment and continued. “There was a time long ago when we were practically inseparable. We fought side-by-side, and I even…I even considered you to be my best friend. But we went our separate ways, became misguided because of the throne of Asgard; you grew arrogant and I grew envious, and…well, the rest is history, as the Midgardians say.” Loki’s voice wavered and he closed his stinging eyes as he took his brother’s hand in his. “You are my brother, Thor, you always have been and you always will be, and I…I cannot imagine living in a universe where you’re gone. I just thought that you should know that.” He exhaled out of his nose, his eyes still closed as silence once again filled the healing chamber.
“Sentiment,” A voice croaked, and Loki’s eyes flew open to see Thor smiling weakly as he shifted under his blankets. “It suits you.”
“And apparently trickery suits you as well.” Loki replied, unable to keep the relieved grin off his face. Self-conscious, he released Thor’s hand and rested his hands on his knees. “You were awake the whole time, weren’t you?”
Thor’s smirk widened and he nodded before growing serious. “I have always thought the world of you, Loki. When we were younger, I thought that nothing in all the Nine Realms could separate our bond of brotherhood. And after everything we’ve gone through…well, I’m still proud to call you my brother.” Thor’s hand slowly reached out and grasped Loki’s in a strong grip, and Loki had to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
“You’re not so bad after all, brother.” Loki spoke quietly, a tentative smile playing on his lips.
Thor’s smile slowly grew. “Maybe not.”
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The first rays of sunlight were beginning to paint the sky as Loki, (Y/N), Sif and Fandral converged in the deserted ballroom, staring at the spot where Thor had collapsed. While Thor was being evaluated by the healers and fussed over by Frigga, Loki and (Y/N) had changed into their armor and brainstormed the best way to track down Thor’s would-be assassin; I suppose it’s a good thing that we read all those Sherlock Holmes books together, Loki thought with a small smile.
“The bastard isn’t making it easy for us to find him, you know. We-” Fandral yawned loudly before continuing. “Sorry. We searched everywhere, spoke to everyone that we could and we’re still no closer to catching the assassin than we were last night.”
“No one witnessed anything suspicious during or after the ball, and the Einherjar saw no one leave immediately after Thor’s poisoning.” Sif said tiredly. “And with the Allfather taking direct command of the Einherjar, we’re severely lacking in resources.”
(Y/N) skimmed her finger along her sword’s hilt thoughtfully. “Well, we already know some important things about the poisoner: he or she somehow got an invitation to the ball or accompanied someone with an invitation, was able to effortlessly blend in and get close to Thor without drawing attention to themselves, and most importantly, they didn’t run after poisoning his drink.”
“Why is that important?”
“Because it means that Thor wasn’t their first victim.” Loki glanced at the others with worry. “We’re looking for a professional assassin, probably from Asgard, and they were hired by someone influential. If you two hadn’t been by his side so quickly, they probably would have taken the goblet with them to destroy the evidence.”
Sif nodded to herself. “Well, that certainly makes sense. Is there a way you two can think of to catch this person?”
(Y/N) pulled Thor’s goblet out of her satchel and handed it to Sif. “Examine the remnants of poison, it’ll tell you which ingredients were used. I noticed an apothecary in the city; maybe they can determine what kind it is and that may help you narrow down a suspect.”
“Beautiful, witty and intelligent.” Fandral nudged Loki’s arm playfully as he gave him a wink. “A winning combination, wouldn’t you say, Loki?”
Loki only rolled his eyes. “Getting back to the subject at hand, we only have a small window of time before the would-be assassin covers their tracks. Fandral, I want you to update the Allfather and the Einherjar. Sif, take Volstagg and Hogun and get that goblet to the apothecary; since the poisoner will try and destroy any evidence pointing to them, be prepared in case of an attack.” He noticed the dark circles under their eyes and the stiffness in their shoulders, and he paused for a moment before saying, “And after that’s done, let Volstagg and Hogun take over; I’m sure Thor would appreciate a visit from you two later today after you’ve rested.”
Sif brightened and even managed a small smile as she and Fandral nodded and turned to leave the ballroom. As long as that idiotic Odin doesn’t interfere with the investigation, we’ll be able to catch the murderous bastard, Loki thought as he watched them dash up the stairs and hurry through the doors.
“You should take your own advice, you know.” He turned back towards (Y/N) as she placed a hand on his unbruised cheek and grazed her thumb over the dark circle under his eye. “You need rest.”
“And I’ll get some, as soon as you get what you need.” Her hopeful eyes caused him to smile and clasp her free hand in his own. “Come on, we’ve got a delegation to stop.”
Soon after, they were both clutching the reigns of their respective horses as they galloped towards the Bifrost. Seeing the delegation situated towards the Observatory, Loki leaned forward and urged Samson to gallop faster, his hooves clattering noisily on the surface of the rainbow bridge, and (Y/N) did the same with Aurora. As they reached the delegation, Loki was relieved to see that they had stopped and turned to face them, and he was almost pleased to see Heimdell emerge from the crowd of Alfheimians.
“I saw you coming, Trickster.”
Loki’s jaw clenched as he dismounted and held Samson’s reigns in his balled-up fist. “Yes, like how you saw Thor’s near-death last night?”
Heimdell’s golden eyes narrowed. “As I told the Allfather, the assassin was hidden from my sight. I believe it to be no coincidence that the only person on Asgard who possesses such power is standing here before me.”
“Enough.” (Y/N) stood between the two of them before Loki could reply. “Heimdell, we need to speak with King Tarian before the delegation departs, it’s an urgent personal matter.”
Just then, the Alfheimian king came into view beside Heimdell, an obvious look of discomfort on his face. “Of course, I’ve been expecting you. If you would allow it, I would like to send my people back to Alfheim before we begin our discussion. With an assassin on the loose, I fear for their safety.”
“Of course.”
The king turned back to his people and gave a nod; with a hard look at Loki, Heimdell walked back into the crowd and led them all into the Observatory. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he watched Princess Amirah and the king exchange weary glances when she stood by his side and his blood boiled when he caught sight of General Arbane and the smug look on his battered face, but he was quickly distracted when (Y/N) intertwined her fingers with his. He looked down at her and smiled reassuringly as he gave her fingers a squeeze. With a blinding flash of light, Arbane and the delegation were gone and (Y/N) turned to face King Tarian.
“Forgive my bluntness, King Tarian, but did you know my mother?”
King Tarian’s brow furrowed and he ran a weary hand over his eyes before answering. “Yes, I knew her…her name was Layeia…”
(Y/N) flinched but her face remained impassive. “Is she…is she still alive? And is my father?”
“I…”
“Can you tell us anything about them?” Loki asked, an unsettling feeling blooming in the pit of his stomach. “Anything at all?”
“Well, I’m not-”
“Please, they abandoned me when I was a baby, I grew up knowing nothing about them so if you could just tell me something-”
“They were murderers!” The king exclaimed angrily, and the two of them froze in shock at the outburst. “They were nothing more than genocidal maniacs and they plagued my realm with their evil until the day they died!”
Loki’s heart sank as he turned to (Y/N), whose face remained emotionless but whose (Y/E/C) eyes were slowly filling with utter anguish. For the first time in his long life, he found himself entirely at a loss for words.
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Spellbinding (Chapter Eleven-Part Two)
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Summary: (Y/N)’s first Asgardian ball doesn’t go as well as she’d hoped it would.
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a brief scene involving verbal and physical harassment in this chapter.
A/N: I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Eleven (Part II) October 16th, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)
“Would you care for a drink? Or possibly a new set of lungs?” Loki panted lightly as the two of them practically stumbled off the dance floor. After finishing their first dance together, Loki and Frigga had shared a dance and Thor had surprised (Y/N) by asking for a dance; he was better than she expected him to be but he had a habit of taking large steps that her shorter legs struggled to keep up with. Once that dance ended, Loki had swept her up into another four dances before they finally decided to take a break.
(Y/N) chuckled, trying to catch her breath and maneuver through the groups of people socializing around the dance floor. “I think I’d rather have a new pair of feet than a new set of lungs, but I’m afraid that a drink is the more realistic choice.” They finally reached a secluded corner of the ballroom. “Thank goodness Tony isn’t here right now; I can practically hear all the immature stamina jokes he’d make!”
Loki smirked and ran a hand over his slightly disheveled hair. “It wouldn’t be that horrible if Stark were here, darling.” She raised a questioning brow and he continued, “His jokes would embarrass you, and I love the way you smile when you become bashful. It’s positively enchanting.” Of course, the matter-of-fact way he said that caused a flustered smile to spread across her face. “Ah, there it is!”
“All right, you big flirt, didn’t you say that you’d get us some drinks?”
“Of course, anything for you, my goddess!” He placed a swift kiss on her cheek and disappeared into the crowd.
Shaking her head in amusement, (Y/N) leaned against the marble pillar beside her and watched the people mingling and dancing, pleased that she was able to find a place to truly take in all the sights and sounds of the Asgardian ball. It’s like I’m in a Jane Austen novel, she thought with a smile, but without the signature drama and angst.
“Pardon me, my lady, but may I ask you a question?” (Y/N) tore her eyes away from the crowd to see a young woman standing before her. She looked to be about her age but was much taller, with long strawberry-blonde hair, intelligent stormy-grey eyes and a pretty yet shy face; she was dressed in a simple blue gown made of shimmering gossamer and satin that accentuated her great height, and she wore a braided silver tiara on her head.
“Of course, but you don’t have to call me that! My name’s (Y/N).” She held her hand out and the woman paused a moment before holding her goblet of mead in one hand and gently shaking hers with the other.
“I’m Amirah,” The woman smiled tentatively before continuing. “You’re not from this realm either, are you?”
(Y/N) shook her head. In that moment, she noticed Amirah’s pointed ears and her heart began hammering excitedly in her chest. “No, I’m actually from Midgard but I’m also from-”
“I knew it!” Amirah’s face broke out into an excited grin. “I’m so sorry for my forwardness but I’ve never met a Midgardian before! Is your realm similar to Asgard? What do Midgardians do for fun? Does Midgard have a king?”
“Well…” For nearly ten minutes, (Y/N) described Midgard as simply as she could as Amirah listened with rapt attention; the Alfheimian seemed especially intrigued by New York and was a little confused by how the realm’s governments worked and why some countries govern themselves. “I’m sorry if that was too vague, Amirah, it’s difficult trying to explain such a complex place to someone who’s never been there…”
Amirah waved her apology away. “It’s all right, you’ve given me a wonderful understanding of Midgard in such a small amount of time! I wish nothing more than to visit your realm but unfortunately, Alfheim’s laws forbid it…”
“Your drink, my love!” Before (Y/N) could question Amirah, Loki appeared from the crowd before them with two goblets. “I would’ve been back sooner if not for Fandral and his inebriated shenanigans; he kept challenging me to a drinking contest.” He caught sight of Amirah and gave her a small bow. “Lady Amirah, it’s a pleasure to see you again. How are you enjoying the ball?”
“It’s splendid! (Y/N) here was just telling me a little about Midgard; such a fascinating place, is it not?”
Loki smiled, shooting (Y/N) a wink as he handed her a goblet. “Yes, it is. One might say that the people are the best things about the entire realm.” He glanced back at the Alfheimian as another dance began. “Did you know that (Y/N) is part-?”
“I’m terribly sorry, Prince Loki, but I must go; I promised this dance to my father!” Amirah gave them a graceful curtsy. “It was a pleasure talking to the both of you!” With that, she hurried off into the crowd.
(Y/N) watched her go, curiosity still pulling at her. “Are she and her father members of the Alfheimian delegation?”
Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion. “She didn’t tell you who she was?” (Y/N) shook her head. “That’s King Tarian’s daughter, the Princess of Alfheim.”
“I wonder why she didn’t say anything,” She commented before sipping on her watered-down mead and shuddering as the alcohol burned her throat. “Urgh, I’m never going to get used to that…”
Her boyfriend smirked as he took a long drink from his goblet. “I’m still surprised that you’re able to tolerate even that much mead; Thor and I gave that same mixture to Stark once and he passed out before he could finish it, but then again, he isn’t part Alfheimian. Speaking of which, did Amirah tell you anything about your mother’s realm?”
“I didn’t get a chance to ask her anything, I was too busy telling her about Midgard. I didn’t even get a chance to tell her that I’m part-Alfheimian.”
“Oh, well, I’m sure that we’ll run into her again before the night is over.” He looked away from the crowd before them and frowned when he looked at her. “Are you feeling all right?”
(Y/N) stood straighter, realizing that she was leaning heavily against the stone pillar next to her to relieve the pressure on her feet. “I’m fine, but still recovering from all that dancing!”
Loki opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by Thor coming up to them, a bright grin lighting up his face. “Lady (Y/N), how are you enjoying your evening?”
“It’s been wonderful!” (Y/N) exclaimed, ignoring the discomfort of her dress laces and her aching feet. “Are you and Sif having a good time?”
“Of course! She’s off somewhere besting Fandral at a drinking contest; I was cheering her on when Mother sent me on a mission,” Thor looked away from her and smiled at Loki. “Mother needs to speak with you, brother, she said it was urgent. She’s out in the corridor.”
“All right, would you stay here and keep (Y/N) company?” When Thor nodded, Loki pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back shortly, darling.” He turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Thor offered her his hand with a knowing smile. “Would you care for some fresh air?”
“Sure!” Taking his hand, (Y/N) allowed him to lead her through the crowd; once again, she noticed how everyone’s curious eyes would follow her and she was glad that Thor was leading her away from them. A few moments later, they were on a secluded balcony that overlooked one of the palace’s magnificent gardens. After taking a moment to enjoy the silence and the slight breeze against her flushed skin, (Y/N) looked up at Thor. “It’s so beautiful.”
He gave her another smile and leaned against the stone railing. “When we were younger, Loki and I would come out here during balls whenever we grew too bored. He would show me his magic and when we played, we would pretend that we were great warriors leading an army against the Jotuns together.” Thor’s smile slowly fell and he was silent for a moment before continuing. “We would have played a very different game had I known the truth about our family.”
“It’s not your fault, Thor, you were raised to believe a lie. You both were.” She gave his large hand a comforting pat as she leaned against the stone railing beside him. “And now look at the both of you, you’re fighting side-by-side again. You both have come such a long way.”
“Thank you, Lady (Y/N), your words are a great comfort.” Thor glanced at her and gestured to her empty goblet. “Would you care for another drink?”
“Just water, please.”
Taking her goblet, he gave her a teasing bow. “Your wish is my command, my lady, so I shall return shortly!” He winked and walked back into the crowded ballroom.
Turning back to the moonlit garden, (Y/N) let out a relieved sigh. Alone at last, she thought as she rubbed her temples with her fingers to relieve her dull headache. As fun and wonderful as balls were, she’d come to realize that they were also unbelievably uncomfortable; after only three hours, her dress was constricting her breathing, her shoes were pinching her toes and her neck was sore from wearing her heavy tiara. Look on the bright side, though, you still have a chance to learn a little about Alfheim tonight, she thought with a smile, you just have to track down Princess Amirah.
“I was told that Asgard has the most beautiful sights in all the Nine Realms, but I didn’t believe that until I came out here.”
(Y/N) quickly turned to see an Alfheimian man leaning casually against the opening of the balcony. He was dressed in a midnight-blue tunic embroidered with sliver thread and black trousers tucked into knee-high black boots with a silver crown on his light-brown hair. He had a carefree grin on his pale face but something about his nearly translucent-grey eyes made her uneasy. “Sorry, I was just leaving; enjoy the view of the garden…”
He smirked and stepped in front of her before she could leave. “How coy of you, minx. What’s your name?”
“Uninterested.” (Y/N) moved to step around him. His hand shot out and grabbed her upper arm before she could take another step. “Let me go.”
“Now, now, I only want to know your name.” The man’s eyes bored into hers as his grin widened. “Allow me to introduce myself: I am General Arbane of Alfheim, commander of the Royal Army.”
(Y/N) tried wrenching her left arm free, but his grip was too strong. “I don’t care who you are, but you have five seconds to let me go.”
Arbane only chuckled. “Other women would trample each other to be where you are right now, minx-” He was cut off abruptly when her foot stomped down onto his foot; with a groan of pain, his hold loosened and she hurried towards the balcony’s opening but when she was just steps away, his hand clamped around her wrist and pulled her back onto the secluded balcony. “You insolent little viper, how dare you-!”
Suddenly, Arbane was ripped away from her. The force knocked her to the ground and it took her a moment to clamber to her feet; that’s when she saw Loki, his face filled with pure rage as he and Arbane exchanged blows. “Loki! Loki, stop!” She tried grabbing his arm before he could land another punch but it was no use, he didn’t even acknowledge her presence.
Panicking, (Y/N) gathered her skirt in her hands and dashed into the ballroom, dodging people as she searched for Thor. Thankfully, she didn’t have far to look; he was standing near the wall, chatting with Sif and the Warrior’s Three as he held two goblets of mead.
“…I would have to say that Pop-Tarts are the best, but-Lady (Y/N), what’s wrong?”
(Y/N) struggled to speak through gasps of breath. “Thor, it’s-it’s Loki, he’s on the balcony, please-!”
Thankfully, he seemed to understand; he thrust the goblets into a passerby’s arms and hurried to the balcony, (Y/N) and the others following closely behind. When they reached the balcony, Thor and Sif rushed to grab Loki, who was holding a knife to the general’s throat, while Volstagg and Hogun both grabbed Arbane. While Loki only had a swollen cheek, Arbane’s nose was clearly broken and blood flowed freely down his engorged face.
“What happened?” Thor demanded, his arms wrapped tightly around Loki’s torso as he struggled to break free.
“That bastard attacked (Y/N)!” Loki snarled, eyes still filled with fury.
Thor looked at her with wide eyes, and all she could do was nod as Fandral gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. Thor turned to look back at Arbane and his blue eyes hardened as the Alfheimian spat out, “The peace treaty has been broken by the Prince of Asgard! This means war!” Sif wrenched his arm harder behind his back, effectively quieting him.
“If that were true, then the treaty was broken the moment you attacked a woman under the protection of the Allfather!” Thor’s voice was low but filled with more power and authority than ever. “Take him to the dungeons and be discrete; his king can negotiate for his freedom after the ball.”
Sif, Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun each grabbed Arbane and with matching looks of disgust, they led him roughly down the balcony’s stairs and through the garden towards the dungeons.
Once they were out of sight, Thor pushed Loki away from him; it might have been (Y/N)’s imagination, but she could’ve sworn that Thor’s eyes crackled with electricity. “Loki, what the Hel is wrong with you?!”
Loki’s eyes narrowed dangerously and his jaw clenched. “What, you think I should’ve just let him attack (Y/N)?!”
“Of course not, but murdering King Tarian’s general wouldn’t have solved anything! The peace treaty-!”
“Oh, screw the peace treaty, Thor, you’re beginning to sound just as high and mighty as Odin! You’re the one responsible for all this, you left her alone!”
(Y/N) took a hesitant step forward. “Loki-”
“Loki, you may not care about it but the peace treaty is essential to Asgard’s survival! Our father-!”
“HE’S NOT MY FATHER!”
Loki’s outburst caused Thor to stiffen, his face contorting with barely-restrained anguish. “Then am I not your brother?”
Everything was dead silent for a moment before Loki coolly replied, “You’re not.”
Throwing Loki one last glare, Thor stormed off into the ballroom. Loki stood and stared after him, his chest heaving and his fists tightly clenched at his sides. Without another word, Loki marched off into the dark gardens, leaving (Y/N) standing alone on the balcony and frozen in shock.
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“My dear, are you quite sure that you’re all right?”
(Y/N) smiled slightly, touched by Frigga’s concern as they talked in a quiet corner of the ballroom. As soon as she’d snapped out of her shock, she set out to find the queen and tell her about what had happened on the balcony. “I’m fine, I’m just...”
Frigga placed a comforting hand on her cheek as she adjusted her tiara with the other. “Some say that Loki possesses a silver tongue, but when it comes to his brother…well, he tends to speak first and think about the impact of his words later. And although I’m disappointed that they stormed off and left you alone after your ordeal, I’m confident that both Loki and Thor will soon return to their usual selves.” Frigga smiled but (Y/N) could sense that she was also worried for her two sons, so she took the queen’s hand and gave it a brief but comforting squeeze.
“Queen Frigga, I-oh, is this a poor time?” They turned around and (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw King Tarian and Princess Amirah standing before them.
Frigga gave them both a bright smile. “No, not at all! (Y/N), this is King Tarian of Alfheim and I believe that you already met his daughter, Princess Amirah.” The two Alfheimians inclined their heads in a small bow and Amirah flashed her a sheepish smile. “And may I present Lady (Y/N) of Midgard.” Unsure of what to do, (Y/N) gave the pair a small curtsy.
“Yes, Queen Frigga and my daughter have told me many great things about you this evening.” King Tarian’s cheerful expression faltered and he lowered his voice. “I was sorry to learn of what transpired between you and my general but rest assured that he will be punished accordingly when we return to Alfheim in the morning.” (Y/N) returned the king’s kind smile and couldn’t help but feel at ease. “Queen Frigga mentioned earlier that you wish to learn more about Alfheim?”
“Yes, of course,” After giving the queen a grateful look, (Y/N) took a deep breath and continued. “Several months ago, I learned that my mother was from Alfheim and since then, I wanted to know more about the realm and I…I want to find out who she is.”
King Tarian stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Interesting…as you might have already guessed, Alfheim’s borders have been closed for nearly a millennia; no one has been allowed to come or go in all that time, and yet you stand here before me.”
“But Father, it’s possible that over the years the rebels discovered ways-”
“Yes, that’s true.” King Tarian gave his daughter a look of warning, which caused her to bow her head meekly. Turning back to (Y/N) and Frigga with a forced smile, he said, “But without knowing her name, it would be very difficult to find her. I’m truly sorry, Lady (Y/N), but I cannot help you. I hope you enjoy the rest of the ball.”
He began to turn away and as she panicked, (Y/N) blurted out, “I have Alf Seidr!” The king stopped dead in his tracks at her declaration, and Amirah’s mouth fell open in shock. “Does that help narrow it down?”
King Tarian turned back around, a mixture of disbelief and fear on his face. “Impossible…she can’t have…”
Before he could elaborate, the sounds of screams filled the ballroom and (Y/N) frantically stood on her toes and looked around for their cause. Her heart dropped suddenly when she saw Thor convulsing on the floor, white foam spewing from his mouth as Sif struggled to turn him onto his side. “Thor!” She ran through the panicked crowd to him, dropping to her knees next to Sif and watching helplessly as Thor’s face lost its color. “What happened?!”
“I don’t know, we were drinking mead and he collapsed!”
“Thor!” (Y/N) glanced up to see Loki and Frigga hurrying to them through the scattering crowd with panicked faces. They both dropped like stones beside Thor, and Loki’s frightened eyes darted from his brother’s convulsing body to the empty goblet beside him. Without a word, he summoned his green magic and quickly pressed his glowing palms to his brother’s chest. Giving each other a hasty look, (Y/N) and Frigga did the same; (Y/N) concentrated on her magic, willing it to enter Thor’s body and heal whatever had happened; she had no clue if her magic even contained any healing properties, but she had to at least try.
A moment later, Thor’s eyes slid shut and his body was still.
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A/N: I’m sorry for the cliffhanger but I couldn’t resist! And omg, did ya’ll see the new Loki trailer that dropped?! It looks amazing!
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Spellbinding (Chapter Ten)
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Summary: After spending six days avoiding (Y/N), Loki finally makes the difficult decision to open up to his girlfriend about his complicated past and true heritage.
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Ten October 6th, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)
The sun shone brightly in the sky and filled Loki with warmth as he and (Y/N) stretched out on a grassy hill overlooking the city. He was leaning back with his arms propping himself up, and her head was resting in his lap, one hand resting on her stomach while the other was tucked behind her head; when he looked down, he caught her smiling up at him, her (Y/E/C) eyes glimmering in mirth behind her crooked glasses.
“You do realize that Thor is going to murder you the minute we return to the palace, right?”
Loki smirked at her words. “Well, I was hoping that you could diffuse his brutish anger for me, darling. After hearing you speak about something such as proper shelving techniques for two minutes, he should forget all about how I caused him to trip and fall into a trough full of water!”
(Y/N) only raised a brow at him. “And what makes you think I’d use my librarian knowledge to help you with your mischief-making?”
“Because you love me so much?” Loki asked hopefully, and she pretended to ponder his answer before joining in on his laughter.
As their chuckles died down, (Y/N)’s smile turned into a frown. “Loki, is there something you’re not telling me?” She sat up and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. “You can tell me anything, sweetheart; I love you.”
Looking into her trusting (Y/E/C) eyes, his fear and guilt began to ebb away and he immediately knew what to do: he allowed his Asgardian form to melt away to reveal his true Jotun form. To his absolute horror, however, (Y/N)’s eyes widened in fear and she pushed herself away from him as the sky darkened above and lightning split the sky. He reached out to grasp her hand, to comfort her, but his movements only caused her to let out a terrified scream…
Loki shot up in bed, sweat dripping down his face as he struggled to control his erratic breathing. Every night for the past six nights, he’d had that same horrible nightmare; ever since she found that damn book and read all about the war between Asgard and Jotunheim, he’d been plagued with visions of (Y/N) rejecting him once she’d learned of his true heritage. There’s no point in trying to fall back asleep now, he thought tiredly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and clambering out of bed. After washing up for the day, he changed into his day wear and hurried out of his chambers, careful not to make too much noise in the halls.
Although it killed him to do so, Loki had been actively avoiding (Y/N) since that fateful night in the library; he talked to her, of course, but he did everything he could to keep from being alone with her, fearful of the questions she’d surely ask him. All those months of friendship and love made him slowly believe that his past wouldn’t matter to (Y/N), but that belief quickly disappeared the longer they were on Asgard; in his old home, surrounded by constant reminders of his horrific actions and shameful heritage, it was painfully clear that it was impossible for (Y/N) to fully accept him once she found out the truth, so he decided to distance himself from her before she could reject him. She’ll be horrified, he thought mournfully, the image of her terrified face flashing in his mind and causing his heart to clench painfully.
As Loki made his way towards the stables, he heard faint voices coming from the gardens and their familiarity caused him to halt. After a moment of listening, he realized that it was Thor and Frigga; he quickly ducked behind a stone column and willed himself invisible as their voices grew louder, not daring to take a peek lest they spot him.
“…The impending arrival of the Alfheimian delegation has taken up much of my time and I’ve been unable to talk with Lady (Y/N) and get to know her. Perhaps after my meeting with our diplomats, the four of us should have a picnic? Do you know where she and Loki are so we may invite them?”
“I believe that Lady (Y/N) is still resting and Loki is down at the stables again.” There was silence in the air for a moment. “Something is different between them, Mother. Back on Midgard, Loki and Lady (Y/N) were practically inseparable but here…? Perhaps they’re fighting?”
Loki heard Frigga sigh. “Unfortunately, I believe that you’re correct.”
“Is there nothing we can do to help?”
“This is something they must fix themselves, Thor, but we shall offer them all the support that they require while they do so. Speaking of romance, though, how is Lady Jane?”
“Er…”
Their voices faded away as they passed Loki’s hiding spot and he let out the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding while he lifted his magic. The guilt he felt for distancing himself from (Y/N) doubled as he thought about the worry his mother and brother felt for them, but he put it out of his mind as he continued down to the stables. Luckily, the Einherjar had already fetched their horses for the day, leaving only him and two familiar horses in the massive stone structure.
“Good morning, Samson,” Loki approached the stall that contained his steed and stroked his black snout. “How are you feeling today? Did you have breakfast yet?” Samson neighed and shook his head, causing Loki to crack a small smile. “Don’t worry, old friend, I’ll get you some food.” He located a bag of oats and poured it into Samson’s feeding trough, smiling as the horse eagerly began to eat, and turned to the grey mare in the next stall. “Now for you, my darling.” Pouring oats into her feeding trough, he stroked her neck as she also began to eat. Watching the unnamed mare gave him a brief sense of calm, but it was short-lived as the image of (Y/N)’s horrified face filled his mind yet again. “What am I going to do?”
“Ah, there you are,” Loki turned to see Lady Sif leading her brown steed to his stall. “I thought that I would find you in here again.”
Loki forced a smile and prepared himself for her sharp tongue. “Hello Sif, I trust that you’ve been well?”
“I noticed you approaching from the Bifrost when you arrived the other day; if not for your armor, I doubt I would have recognized you.” She glanced over at him as she began taking the reins and saddle off of her steed.
“It’s called a haircut, Sif, perhaps you’ve heard of them?”
Sif only rolled her eyes. “Still using your infamous silver tongue as a weapon against others, I see. I wasn’t speaking about your haircut, but rather your overall appearance. You seemed…happier.”
Loki began brushing the mare’s grey coat, his eyes focused on his work so she would not see his true emotions. “Well, I finally have a good reason to be happy.”
“Yes, I know. I met (Y/N) on the day that you arrived.” She paused for a moment. “She’s very kind…beautiful, too, and Thor speaks very highly of her.”
“If you’re jealous because you think my brother has any romantic feelings towards her, then you needn’t be.” He grinned and looked at her as her cheeks reddened. “Oh, come now, Sif, it’s painfully obvious to everyone but Thor that you have feelings for him, you’ve had them for years!”
Sif rubbed her neck, embarrassment evident on her face. “Yes, well, I know that there’s nothing between (Y/N) and Thor because it’s clear to me that she loves only you. I could see it in her eyes, and just now when I entered the stables, I could see the exact same look in your eyes.” She hoisted the saddle off of her steed’s back and set it down before walking over to him. “What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m happy for you, Loki. You…you and I used to be friends long ago, so believe me when I say that you deserve someone like (Y/N).” She patted him on the shoulder, her dark eyes glimmering with earnestness. “Well, I must go and inspect the newest Einherjar now.” She turned away from him and walked towards the stable’s stone doors.
“Don’t frighten them too much, Sif! You’ve been known to make new recruits wet themselves!” Loki called after her and he smirked when she sent an inappropriate hand gesture his way. The smirk fell once the stone doors closed behind her; it was surprising that Lady Sif had been anything but suspicious with him, but her kind words had only made him feel worse about his current predicament.
Sighing, Loki rested his head against the mare’s neck and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift to the happier moments he and (Y/N) had shared. He thought of the moment (Y/N) learned who he really was; although he attacked Midgard with a Chitauri army and was responsible for the deaths of countless Midgardians and the destruction of Manhattan, she accepted him as her friend without hesitation. His thoughts then drifted to that wonderful night when they confessed their love for each other; when he called himself a broken monster, she replied, “I only see that kind, intelligent and handsome man I was just telling you about, and trust me, it would be my honor to introduce you to him one day.” He thought of all those months of friendship, of their fledgling romance, of his secret desire to spend an eternity by her side…and a tiny flicker of hope formed the longer he thought about them.
“I’ll visit you later, darling.” Loki pulled away from the mare and squared his shoulders as he looked towards the stable’s enormous doors, praying to the Norns that it was not too late to make things right. “There’s something that I must finally do…”
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After scouring the entire palace, Loki found (Y/N) alone in the Einherjar training arena; she wore a simple lavender-colored gown and had a look of deep concentration on her face as she pulled back the string of her bow, her eyes trained on the arrow-riddled target at the opposite end of the arena. After she exhaled, she let the arrow fly and it penetrated the center of the bullseye with a dull thud.
Before she could pull another arrow out of her quiver, Loki emerged from behind one of the stone columns he had been hiding behind. “If your archery skills keep improving at this rate, then you may put Barton out of a job.”
(Y/N) looked up when he spoke, different emotions swirling in her eyes before they hardened. “Oh…good morning, Loki.”
“I thought perhaps that you would be in the library…” He began fiddling with his hands, wondering how he could possibly begin to tell her everything.
She didn’t look at him but instead nocked another arrow and quickly fired, this time hitting the edge of the target. “Well, I thought that going to the library wouldn’t be such a smart idea, especially after what happened the last time I was in there.”
Loki’s heart dropped. “(Y/N), what are you-?”
“What are you doing here, Loki?” (Y/N) slung her bow over her shoulder, adjusted her glasses and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve been avoiding me for the past six days, why stop now?” When Loki didn’t answer, she elaborated, “Fandral told me yesterday that you’ve only been spending an hour in the stables with the new mare and disappearing somewhere else during the rest of the day, so don’t bother lying. Have…have you been avoiding me because of what I did in the library?” Her voice cracked, revealing the emotions that she was attempting to hide from him.
Not knowing what she was referring to, Loki asked, “The library?”
“I wasn’t looking at those books to learn more about Asgardian history…I was looking at them to learn more about yours.” Loki looked down at his hands to hide his surprise at her words. “I noticed that you’d been acting strange all day and I was worried that it had something to do with your past so I decided find answers in the books in the library, but then I was distracted by the war between Asgard and Jotunheim…anyway, it was wrong of me to pry into your past and I’m sorry.” He looked back up, watching as her sympathetic eyes began to slowly harden once again. “But that’s not why you’ve been avoiding me, is it?” When he didn’t say anything, she took a shaky breath and began walking away.
Loki caught her wrist while she tried brushing past him. “(Y/N)-”
“Don’t,” (Y/N) practically growled, her purple magic swirling around her wrist and shocking his hand, forcing him to let go of her. To his surprise, her anger-filled eyes had begun glowing the same shade of purple as her magic. “Don’t pretend that you haven’t just spent six days avoiding me without any explanation and don’t pretend that you haven’t been hiding things from me, either. If you had a problem with what I did or if something else was bothering you, you should’ve just talked to me. From the moment we got here, it’s as if you’ve been a different person and…” Her eyes, back to their normal shade of (Y/E/C), filled with tears and his heart broke to see her cry because of him. “Loki, being pushed away by you is the worst pain I’ve felt since Aunt Evelyn died. I just wanted you to know that.” Wiping away her tears, (Y/N) turned and began walking away again and in utter desperation, Loki lunged forward and placed a hand on her shoulder, allowing his green magic to swirl around them and fill their minds with the memories of his past that would surely destroy everything…
Loki and Thor were small children, wide-eyed and innocent as they followed Odin through Asgard’s treasure vault.
“A wise king never seeks out war…but he must always be ready for it.” Giving them a small smile, Odin began to walk off.
The two boys shot each other wide grins before running off after him. “I’m ready, Father!” Thor exclaimed, clutching one of Odin’s large hands.
“So am I!” Loki added as he grabbed Odin’s other hand.
Odin chuckled. “Only one of you can ascend to the throne, but both of you were born to be kings…”
The treasure chamber faded and was replaced with the hallway outside of the throne room where Loki and Thor stood, fully grown and dressed in their finest armor for the coronation of Asgard’s next king.
“I’ve looked forward to this day as long as you have, brother. Sometimes…I’m envious, but never doubt that I love you.” Loki said, guilt tugging at him as he looked at Thor. Earlier, he had opened a doorway into Jotunheim to allow several Frost Giants into the realm to disturb Thor’s coronation. Everything he told Thor was true, but it was also his duty to protect the realm from his brother’s idiotic and dangerous rule…
Thor looked surprised at his words, but he smiled nonetheless as placed an appreciative hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
Loki grinned. “Now, give us a kiss.”
“Stop!” Thor chuckled and Loki snickered as he was playfully pushed away…
The memory dissolved and in its place formed one of Asgard’s banquet halls, an enormous table was flipped over and food was strewn all over the floor. Thor stood on the steps as Loki sat beside him, watching as his brother tried to convince their friends to accompany him to Jotunheim.
“…you’re not going to let my brother and I take all the glory, are you?”
Loki looked up in surprise at his words and breathed, “What?”
“But you are coming with me, aren’t you?”
Thor’s concerned tone caused him to snap out of his surprise. Turning, Loki looked up at him and grinned. “Yes, of course.” Standing, he took his place next to Thor and continued, “I won’t let my brother march into Jotunheim alone.” Thor clasped his shoulder and looked at their friends expectantly. While they reluctantly agreed to accompany them, Loki’s mind reeled. This changed his plan entirely; he’d have to inform a guard of their impending departure and hope that word get to Odin before they reached the Bifrost. Finally, Odin would see that Thor was unworthy for breaking his highest law…
The sounds of battle drowned out the last memory and the frozen wasteland of Jotunheim replaced it.
Around him, Thor, Lady Sif and The Warriors Three fought off the onslaught of Jotuns surrounding them. Loki charged a Jotun, stabbing him in the abdomen, but before he could pull away, the Jotun clamped a hand around his wrist. Instead of burning like Volstagg’s arm had, Loki’s began turning the same color as the Jotun. Eyes widening, Loki looked from his arm to the Jotun, who was squinting suspiciously; stabbing him again, the Jotun collapsed to the ground and Loki watched as his arm turned back to its normal color. He looked up, confused and frightened about what had occurred…
Loki could feel his magic wavering because of the swirling emotions the memories created, but he put all of his concentration into keeping his magic at work…
The inside of the Bifrost Observatory came into focus, and Loki stood as he watched Odin and Thor’s heated argument.
“You are a vain, greedy, cruel boy!”
“And you are an old man and a fool!”
Odin’s shoulders slumped. “Yes…I was a fool to think you were ready.”
Sensing danger in Odin’s words, Loki stepped forward. “Father…”
“FIE!” Loki stepped back in shock and simply watched in silence as Odin continued, “Thor Odinson…you have betrayed the express command of your king. Through your arrogance and stupidity, you’ve opened these peaceful realms and innocent lives to the horror and desolation of war!” He reached out and ripped off a part of Thor’s armor. “You are unworthy of these realms…” He tore off Thor’s red cape. “You are unworthy of your title, you’re unworthy…of the loved ones you have betrayed!” Loki swallowed thickly as he realized what was happening. “I now take from you your power!” Odin reached out and Mjolnir flew into his open hand. Pointing the hammer, he dissolved Thor’s armor and using Gungnir, he activated the Bifrost. “In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, cast you out!” Mjolnir blasted a devastated Thor through the swirling Bifrost, and as Loki gasped in shock, Odin brought the hammer to his lips and whispered, “Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor,” and threw the hammer into the Bifrost after Thor. Loki guiltily stared at the Bifrost; he never wanted to see Thor banished from Asgard…
The hand Loki placed on (Y/N)’s shoulder began to shake as he realized which memory was coming up next…
The treasure vault of Asgard formed before them again, but this time, there was tension in the air as Loki stared down Odin, who was standing on the steps of the room.
“The Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?”
Odin was silent for a moment. “No. In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and found a baby. Small for a Giant’s offspring, abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey’s son.”
“Laufey’s son?” Loki breathed, feeling as if his entire world was crashing down around him. His heart dropped to his stomach at Odin’s confession. “Why? You were knee-deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?”
“You were an innocent child-”
Shaking his head and blinking back tears, Loki replied, “No. You took me for a purpose, what was it?” When Odin remained silent, Loki cried, “Tell me!”
Odin glanced down. “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day. Bring about an alliance, bring about permanent peace…through you…but those plans no longer matter.”
“So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me?!” Loki exclaimed, tears tracing tracks down his cheeks.
“Why do you twist my words?” Odin asked, suddenly looking weary.
Loki stared unbelieving at the older man. “You could have told me what I was from the very beginning! Why didn’t you?”
“You’re my son…” Odin’s eye refused to focus on him, most likely due to guilt. “I wanted to protect you from the truth…”
“What, because I…I…I’m the monster parents tell their children about at night?” Loki half-sobbed. Odin shook his head weakly, and anger suddenly filled Loki as he made his way up the steps to the old man. “You know, it all makes sense now, why you favored Thor all these years, because no matter how much you claim to love me, you could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!” He yelled furiously. Only when he stopped did he register Odin’s unconscious form splayed out on the steps. Blinking away tears, Loki crouched next to him and reached out hesitantly before touching Odin’s wrist. “Guards! Guards, please help!”
The sight of the guards entering the treasure vault dissolved and in its place formed Odin’s bedchamber. The Allfather was encased in golden light as he slept in his bed and Frigga held his hand in hers.
“I asked him to be honest with you from the beginning. There should be no secrets in a family.”
Loki, who sat on Odin’s other side, looked up at his mother’s distraught face. “So why did he lie?”
Frigga sighed. “He kept the truth from you so that you would never feel different. You are our son, Loki, and we your family. You must know that.” Loki nodded stiffly, and they both looked at Odin’s sleeping figure. “You can speak to him. He can see and hear us, even now…we mustn’t lose hope that your father will return to us. And your brother.”
Loki’s heart beat faster and he quickly covered his surprise. “What hope is there for Thor?”
Frigga’s eyebrow rose slightly at his words but she continued, “There’s always a purpose to everything your father does. Thor may yet find a way home.” Troubled by the thought of Thor returning to claim the throne and rule Asgard, Loki stood and made his way to the bedchamber’s doors, but stopped in his tracks when several Einherjar entered the room. “Thor is banished. The line of succession falls to you. Until he awakens, Asgard is yours.” An Einherjar knelt before him and offered Gungnir to him; shocked, Loki looked back at Frigga, who smiled. “Make your father proud.”
Loki tentatively reached out and took the golden spear into his hands. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the feel of the spear’s power in his grasp…
Loki’s magic sputtered around them and nearly disappeared, but he used all of his willpower to keep the memories coming. Unfortunately, his weakened magic was only allowing small bits of the memories to be shown…
A half-formed image of the throne room came into view. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three knelt before Loki and implored that he end Thor’s banishment.
“My first command cannot be to undo the Allfather’s last. We’re on the brink of war with Jotunheim. Our people need a sense of continuity in order to feel safe in these difficult times. All of us must stand together, for the good of Asgard.” Loki spoke, standing before his friends in his finest armor and with Gungnir, a satisfied look on his face as they shifted uncomfortably. He finally had the chance to prove his worthiness…
The memory dissolved to reveal the inside of a temporary S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New Mexico. Thor sat on a steel chair, his face twisted with pain as Loki told him of their father’s ‘death.’
“Mother has forbidden your return. This is goodbye, brother.” Loki lied easily. To ensure that Thor wouldn’t return to Asgard to reclaim the throne and to enact the next part of his plan, he was forced to lie to his brother about their father and mother. As he prepared to depart the base, he stopped next to Mjolnir and tried lifting it; to his displeasure, the hammer didn’t budge…
Suddenly, Loki was pacing before Laufey, his biological father, on Jotunheim. “Once Odin is dead, I will return the Casket to you and you can return Jotunheim to all its, ah…glory.”
Laufey smiled evilly. “I…accept.” The deal was struck.
The scene shifted, showing Loki using the Casket to freeze Heimdell…Loki marching through the treasury and waking the Destroyer journey to Midgard to kill Thor and their friends…
The memories were coming only in half-formed flashes now, but Loki had to maintain the spell for a little while longer…
Choppy images of the Destroyer demolishing the New Mexican town…Lady Sif and the Warriors Three fighting valiantly until Thor stepped in front of them…Thor offering his life to save the others, the Destroyer backhanding him and sending him flying…Thor dying on the ground as Lady Jane rushed to his side…Mjolnir flying through the air and landing in Thor’s outstretched hand…Thor’s powers and armor being restored in a swirling storm as he defeated the Destroyer…
“…so that you may know your death came by the hand of Laufey.”
Loki stood in Odin’s bedchamber, Gungnir in his hands as he blasted Laufey off of Odin. “And your death came by the son of Odin.” He pointed Gungnir at Laufey and fired, blasting him into oblivion…
“It’s good to have you back. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to destroy Jotunheim.” Loki smirked before aiming Gungnir and blasting Thor through the chamber wall…
The brothers stood inside the frozen Bifrost Observatory, the Bifrost’s energy steadily building while they engaged in a heated exchange.
“I never wanted the throne! I only ever wanted to be your equal!” Loki shouted, tears beginning to form in his eyes as everything he had tried to achieve crashed down around him…
Jerky flashes of Loki and Thor fighting, the both of them crashing through the Observatory’s wall, Thor smashing the Bifrost, the two of them falling into the abyss but being caught by Odin at the last second. Loki looked into his father’s eye for any sign of approval as he pleaded, “I could have done it, Father! For you!”
Odin shook his head. “No, Loki.”
With a feeling of hopelessness overcoming him at his father’s rejection, Loki gave his brother and father one last look before letting go of Gungnir and falling into the abyss, no longer caring what became of him…
Darkness, glimpses of alien beings and a foreign planet, Loki’s whimpers of pain as he was mercilessly tortured, The Other handing Loki the scepter and pushing him through the portal created by the Tesseract, the screams of thousands of New Yorkers as their city was invaded by the Chitauri…
Overcome with emotion, Loki’s spell broke and hurled the two of them back to reality. He collapsed to the arena’s dirt floor, too overwhelmed to try and run away; drawing his knees up to his chest, he buried his face in his hands and rubbed furiously at the tears that had formed as his breathing became more ragged. Re-living all those memories was much more difficult than he imagined it would be; that, coupled with his overwhelming fear of rejection, was what was making him break down. To his surprise, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and a pair of hands tenderly pulling his own away from his face. Feeling fresh tears filling his eyes, he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck and allowing the sob building in his chest to escape. (Y/N) simply held him and stroked his hair as he cried, her other hand rubbing soothing circles over his back as they knelt on the arena’s dirt floor. After what felt like an eternity, Loki’s tears slowly subsided and he eventually pulled away from (Y/N), but he refused to meet her eyes.
“Now you know what kind of monster I truly am, (Y/N)…now you know of the horrible things I’ve done…” He began to loosen his hold on her and prepared to stand, but he stopped when her hands rested on his cheeks and coaxed him to look at her.
(Y/N)’s eyes were rimmed with red, sympathy and understanding filling her gaze. “Loki, I’m not going anywhere. You made mistakes and wrong decisions in your past, but you’re not that person anymore. You’re a good man who risks his life on a daily basis to serve and protect others.”
Fresh tears began to form as he listened to her words. “But I’m a Jotun…”
“And there can’t be any good Frost Giants?” (Y/N) asked gently. “When I first started working as a trainee librarian, there used to be this history professor who would visit the library to work on a book he was writing. Whenever I’d talk to him about history, he would always say, ‘Miss (Y/L/N), history’s written not by the winners but for the winners, to justify the horrendous acts committed against the losers.’ Loki, you were raised to believe that the Frost Giants were all evil because that’s what Odin wanted all of Asgard to believe. There are always evildoers in each race, but it doesn’t mean that the entire race is evil; you’re living proof of that. You’re not a monster, and if it takes me telling you that each day for the rest of my life for you to believe it, then I’ll do it because I love you, Loki.”
She’s not rejecting me, he thought, in shock at her unexpected reaction. Reaching forward, Loki tentatively brushed his fingers over her cheek and wiped away a stray tear. “I should’ve told you all of this in the beginning, (Y/N), you deserved to know the truth but after all these months of happiness I-”
(Y/N) smiled slightly and shook her head. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, sweetheart, I understand. You told me once that you wanted at least one person in the universe to know you as just Loki and not as the monster that others see; you were afraid that all of this would change my feelings for you, but it hasn’t. I’m the one who should be apologizing; I shouldn’t have pressured you into showing me all of that, and I never would’ve wanted you to have to re-live it because of something I said or did…can you forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive, darling,” Loki breathed, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “I love you.” He pressed his lips to hers over and over, kissing her with mounting desperation as he tried to convey his gratitude and love for her. His arms wound themselves back around her waist and pulled her impossibly close, mentally thanking the Norns for the woman in his embrace. Just as he was about to deepen their kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat reached his ears and caused him to hastily pull away from her. Standing at the entrance of the training arena was Frigga and Thor; Thor had the smuggest grin plastered on his face while Frigga was smiling widely. An embarrassed blush spread over Loki’s cheeks, and he quickly clambered to his feet and pulled (Y/N) up after him. “Hello Mother, Thor. What can we do for you?”
Frigga’s blue eyes gleamed. “Well, the preparations for the Alfheimian delegation’s arrival next week are almost complete so I thought that the four of us could spend the afternoon having a picnic.” She turned her attention to (Y/N). “Since I’ve been so preoccupied with their impending arrival, I have yet to become better acquainted with the woman who’s captured my son’s heart. Would you care to join us, my dear?” Frigga waved her hand and her green magic swirled around Thor and Loki’s arms until they were holding two large baskets of food.
“I’d love to!” (Y/N) smiled, placing her bow and quiver of arrows on one of the weapons racks and after giving Loki a quick kiss on the cheek, hurried forward to walk with Frigga out of the training arena.
“So, you and Lady (Y/N) seemed to be making up for lost time when we arrived…”
“Oh, shut up, Thor.” Loki rolled his eyes and Thor laughed as they began to follow the two women out of the training arena. Loki thought back to everything that had just happened and he couldn’t help but smile; his past had always been difficult to live with, but now that (Y/N) knew everything and still accepted him, he was beginning to believe that he could finally put it behind him and live his life without it looming over his head. I swear by all the Norns I’ll never leave that woman, he thought with a smile as he wiped the last of his tears away.
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A/N: I really wish I could give Loki a hug right now, he definitely deserves one! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!
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Spellbinding (Chapter Nine-Part Two)
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Summary: (Y/N), Loki and Thor arrive on Asgard, and (Y/N) soon begins to take notice of her boyfriend’s strange behavior.
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: I hope that you enjoy!
Chapter Nine (Part II) September 30th, 2015 Asgard (Previous Chapter)
Clutching tightly to Loki’s armor, (Y/N) opted to close her eyes and bury her face in his chest to block out the dizzying colors and the strong gusts of wind as they shot upwards; her stomach churned uncomfortably as they continued to go faster and faster. Please don’t get sick, please don’t get sick, she silently begged. A heartbeat later, their feet landed on solid ground and familiar fingers began stroking the back of her head. “It’s all right, darling, we’re here; you can open your eyes now.”
After hesitating for a moment, (Y/N) pulled away from Loki and opened her eyes; she was unable to hold in her gasp of surprise as she took in their surroundings. They were standing within an enormous golden dome with circular patterns on the walls and in the center of the room, a man dressed in gleaming armor and a golden-horned helmet with rich, umber-brown skin stood on a pedestal, his hands resting on the hilt of a large sword that was sheathed in a protruding part of the pedestal. He must be Heimdell, she thought with unease as the guardian of the Bifrost turned his golden eyes onto her before looking at the brothers.
“It’s good to see you, Heimdell,” Thor grasped the guardian’s hand as soon as he stepped off his pedestal. “How fare the realms?”
“Safe, but none more so than Midgard thanks to you and your warriors,” Heimdell replied in a deep, commanding voice. “And you brought one of them with you.”
Loki took (Y/N)’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before leading her over to the two men. “Allow me to formally introduce you two; (Y/N), this is Heimdell, the guardian of the Bifrost and watchman of Asgard. Heimdell, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), one of Midgard’s Avengers and the woman I’m courting.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N).” Heimdell gave her a small bow. “Your courage and bravery in battle is admirable for a Midgardian.”
(Y/N) silently took note of the guardian’s unintentional insult and smiled tightly at him. “Thank you, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”
“Have you told-?”
“They know of your arrival and how long you intend to stay but they know nothing of her parentage or her relationship with you, Trickster.” Giving Loki a hard look, Heimdell resumed his spot on the platform. “I wish you luck.”
Before (Y/N) could say anything, Loki rushed out of the golden dome and practically dragged her along with him as Thor hurried to catch up with them. As soon as they stepped outside, she gasped yet again; before them was the palace of Asgard, a grand golden structure surrounded by a sprawling city and behind the palace stood enormous mountains capped with snow and a brilliantly blue sky. Looking down, she realized that they were walking on a shimmering rainbow-colored bridge and that a dark, swirling ocean churned far below. A sense of vertigo overtook her as she stared into its turbulent waters, so she pulled on Loki’s hand to get his attention.
“Sweetheart, could we please slow down? I don’t-” When he turned to look at her, her voice faltered; his face was darkened with anger and his eyes contained none of their usual mirth. “Loki?”
At the sound of her timid voice, his scowl lightened as he gave her a fleeting smile. “Everything’s fine, darling, I just got caught up in my thoughts.” He slowed their pace but closed himself off once again as they walked.
Although (Y/N) was concerned about her boyfriend’s odd behavior, she knew better than to push the subject with him and decided to wait until he brought it up. To distract herself from her worry, she turned to Thor beside her. “Are all Asgardians as prejudiced as Heimdell?”
“Most of them are, unfortunately. Many Asgardians believe that humans are a weak and unrefined race.” Thor smiled kindly. “But worry not, Lady (Y/N), Mother is extremely open-minded.”
“But what about your father…?”
Loki snorted humorlessly. “Decidedly not, considering how he reacted to Lady Jane’s presence.” He continued to stare ahead of himself, the hard look overtaking his emerald-green eyes once more. “For his sake, however, I hope he’ll refrain from uttering a single word against you during our stay.” They walked on in silence.
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent,” (Y/N) muttered under her breath; Thor must’ve heard her attempts to comfort herself because a moment later, his large fingers reached out and gently squeezed her free hand.
Once they finally reached the end of the bridge, two guards carrying spears approached them. Einherjar, she thought as Thor nodded to them, and they allowed the three of them to pass. While they walked through the city, (Y/N) couldn’t help but look around in wonder. Since it was so early, no one was in the streets but their absence allowed her to see the different shops that lined the cobblestone road; some of the shops she saw included bakeries, butcheries, and even an apothecary. To her, Asgard seemed to be a perfect blend of old and new and it made her eager to explore everything. In no time, they reached the towering palace of Asgard and stepped through its tall doors and into the entrance hall. If this is just the entrance, I can only imagine how grand the rest looks, she thought as they walked down the hall, her eyes taking in the towering ceiling, the shimmering walls decorated with frescoes and brightly illuminated by mounted torches, and the Einherjar stationed throughout the hallway.
“The throne room is just up ahead,” Thor said, gesturing at the tall doors at the end of the hall. “Lady (Y/N), would you care to meet some of my friends after we see Mother and Father?”
(Y/N) could sense Loki stiffen beside her, but she ignored him and replied, “I’d love to meet your friends, Thor!”
Moments later, they reached the doors. As two Einherjar moved to open the doors for them, Loki gave her hand a squeeze, his eyes finally offering her silent comfort as he released her hand.
The doors swung open and the three of them stepped into the throne room. The massive chamber was oval shaped and ringed with gold-accented columns, and an ornate throne sat above a staircase of marble. On the throne sat an armored older man with a leather eyepatch and a white beard, clutching an ornate golden spear in his massive fist and watching them with his remaining ice-blue eye as they approached the foot of the stairs. Beside him stood a beautiful older woman; she had softer, more welcoming blue eyes and long golden-blonde hair that hung loose down her back, and she was dressed in a shimmering turquoise gown.
When they reached the foot of the stairs, Thor and Loki knelt and bowed their heads, placing an arm over their chests in respect, and (Y/N) was quick to copy them.
“Rise.” Odin commanded, and the three of them rose to their feet; (Y/N) stifled a smile behind her hand when Loki flashed his mother a wink and nearly giggled when the queen winked back. “How fares Midgard, my son?”
“All is well; the Avengers are continuing to keep the realm safe from all who dare threaten it.”
“And what of Loki?”
Loki stiffened once more and Thor flashed him a comforting look before answering, “Loki has continued to faithfully serve as an Avenger and has risked his life on numerous occasions to protect the Midgardians; I believe that his actions over the past months have been both courageous and selfless.” Loki threw his brother a grateful look, and (Y/N) made a mental note to thank Thor for his kind words.
Odin nodded, apparently satisfied with Thor’s report. “Very well.” He turned his hard gaze onto her. “And who is this mortal you’ve brought to stay here? Have you moved on from the other one already? And because of your relationship with my son, you thought it wise to imitate the warriors of Asgard, did you, girl?” He gestured to her uniform and sword fastened at her side. “A simple Midgardian is not worthy of such an honor!”
When she noticed both Thor and Loki’s jaws tightening in anger, (Y/N) quickly stepped forward. “Your highness, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N); I’m a member of the Avengers and…” She squared her shoulders, raised her chin and stared directly back at the Allfather. “And with all due respect, I’m actually in a romantic relationship with Loki, not Thor.” Queen Frigga’s eyes widened and her smile grew until she was practically beaming; Odin, on the other hand, only scowled.
“And (Y/N)’s not imitating your precious warriors, she’s honoring her ancestors.” Loki moved to stand beside her, the hard look returning to his eyes. “She’s half-Alfheimian, and she possesses Alf Seidr.”
Odin sat straighter in his throne, his expression unreadable. “Tell me, gir-Lady (Y/N), which of your parents is of Alfheim?”
“My mother was, but I’ve never met either of my parents. They left me with my aunt on Midgard when I was only three months old.”
Odin was silent for a moment as he considered her words; after what seemed like an eternity, he gave her a curt nod. “Welcome to Asgard, Lady (Y/N), I hope that you enjoy your stay. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other business to attend to.”
All three of them knelt and bowed once again as Odin stood and exited the room. When the doors closed behind him, Frigga finally spoke. “Rise and greet your mother, my sons.” (Y/N) slowly stood and watched as the two brothers hurried to their mother, who had just finished descending the stairs.
Thor beamed and practically lifted the queen off her feet in an enthusiastic hug. “Hello Mother, you’re looking as radiant as ever!”
“Such a flatterer, Thor! You must be taking lessons from your brother.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead before releasing him and turning to her younger son. “You finally cut your hair! You look so handsome with shorter hair, my little one!”
Loki chuckled lightly as he wrapped her in a tight embrace. “Thank you, Mother, but I’m hardly little anymore, you know.”
Releasing him, she smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Ah, but you’ll always be my little one, Loki.” Her eyes traveled from his and landed on (Y/N). “I was going to scold you for not visiting sooner, Loki, but after seeing just who has captured your attention, I can hardly blame you for your forgetfulness.”
(Y/N) bashfully ducked her head and stepped closer. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, your highness, Loki’s told me so many great things about you already.”
“Please, my dear, call me Frigga! I’m looking forward to getting to know you during your stay here,” Frigga smiled warmly at her, and any unease (Y/N) had been feeling disappeared in a flash. “I’ll have the servants prepare the chambers next to yours for Lady (Y/N), Loki; I trust you can find your way? After all, it’s been so long since you’ve visited last so you might have forgotten…”
All of them laughed and Loki exaggerated a sigh, the corners of his mouth curling up into a reluctant smile. “You just said you wouldn’t scold me and yet here you are, scolding me. Unfair, wouldn’t you say?”
Frigga raised a brow at her son. “Ah, but I’m a mother, my little one; it’s part of my duties to scold. And speaking of duties, I have several crucial ones I must attend to now, so if you’ll excuse me…”
They bid her farewell and walked out of the throne room through the same doors they entered; as Thor led them through the halls of the palace, Loki wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. “You know, I’m fairly certain I mentioned that she would love you…”
“You’re hilarious, Loki,” Rolling her eyes as he snickered, (Y/N) rested her arm around his waist. “But you’re right.” After placing a quick kiss to her forehead, Loki struck up a conversation with Thor but (Y/N) didn’t hear their words; despite her frosty first encounter with the Allfather, she couldn’t stop thinking about at how warmly she’d been welcomed to Asgard by Loki’s mother and now that her nervousness was gone, she was eager to explore and learn more about the realm the only way she knew how. I suppose I’ll have to find the library soon, she thought excitedly as they continued down the halls of the palace to their chambers.
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After a quick tour of her chambers, (Y/N) was escorted down to the training arena by Thor to meet his friends; Loki had flat-out refused to accompany them and although he claimed that he had to go procure a horse for her, his random moments of moodiness and anger were beginning to worry her. He rarely spoke about his life before his attempted takeover of Midgard, but she was beginning to wonder if an event in his past was the reason for his mood swings and if he’d been re-living it since they arrived on Asgard; she knew that Loki was technically adopted into the Asgardian royal family, of course, but she was beginning to wonder if there was more to the story…I just hope he understands that he can confide in me, she thought with concern.
“You’re unusually silent, Lady (Y/N).”
(Y/N) looked up at Thor with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Thor, it’s just…this palace is amazing!” She lied easily and gestured around them excitedly. “I could spend hours wandering down the halls and never be bored.” They moved to the side to allow several people with baskets of laundry to pass. “These friends of yours, what’re they like?”
Thor chuckled. “They’re brave, fierce, adventurous, excellent drinking partners…” She laughed. “And most importantly, they’re very welcoming of any friend of mine, no matter what their realm of origin.”
“They sound wonderful,” They walked up a flight of stairs and down a hall until they stood on a balcony; below them was what looked like a training arena, where a dozen Einherjar were practicing with weapons. About half of the group were practicing their archery skills by shooting targets and the other half had paired off and were sparring with swords. Among the sparring Einherjar, four unusually-dressed warriors stood out: a dark-haired woman wearing gleaming silver armor and whirling dangerously around her opponent with a sword and shield, a fair-haired man with carefully-groomed facial hair smiling roguishly as he parred away a sword strike with a rapier, a massive man with red hair and a bushy beard booming with laughter as he swung a battle axe, and a shorter dark-haired man who was silently and stoically battling his opponent with what looked like a spiked mace. “Are those four your friends?”
Thor nodded, his smile full of happiness as he watched his comrades battling. “Yes, they are.” He brought his fingers up to his lips and whistled loudly, causing the fighting to cease and making everyone look up; the woman and two of the men grinned widely when they caught sight of Thor, and the dark-haired man cracked a small smile. “Einherjar, the sun is hot and you’ve been training tirelessly all day. I declare that you have the rest of the day off!” The Einherjar cheered and hurried away as (Y/N) allowed Thor to escort her down a stone staircase and into the arena.
The woman sheathed her sword and approached them. “You know, Thor, the Einherjar have come to look forward to your visits. They’ve realized that it’s the only time they’re given any rest!”
“Ah, they deserve to be rewarded for their hard work by someone, Lady Sif,” Thor chuckled and pulled her into a short embrace. “It’s good to see you.”
“You two make an odd pair of comrades; the benevolent, absentee prince and the unforgiving, ever-watching instructor!” The fair-haired man grinned as he too sheathed his rapier and clasped Thor’s hand in greeting. While the other two men welcomed Thor, the fair-haired man’s light blue eyes found hers and his smile grew. “And who is this? Another one of your conquests from Midgard?” (Y/N) noticed Sif stiffen from the corner of her eye.
“No, Fandral, this is Lady (Y/N), of Midgard and Alfheim. She’s a fellow member of the Midgardian Avengers and she’s also courting Loki.” Two of the men muttered darkly under their breaths whereas the fair-haired man looked impressed and Sif looked almost relieved. The two men’s reactions weren’t unusual or surprising; (Y/N) assumed that they distrusted the younger prince of Asgard because of his attempt to conquer Midgard. “I wouldn’t insult him around her if I were you; I’ve seen the Cosmic Sorceress defeat men twice her size with her sword alone, and that’s not even mentioning her Alf Seidr…” The two men sobered immediately and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at Thor’s praising words.
Sif stepped forward and offered her hand to shake, a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N). You can call me Sif, if you’d like.”
“It’s great to meet you too, Sif.” (Y/N) smiled back and shook her hand. “And you don’t have to call me ‘Lady’, just (Y/N)’s fine.”
“Ah, but a woman of such beauty and charm as yours should always be referred to as ‘Lady,’” Fandral took her hand and winked as he brushed his lips over her knuckles. “My name is Fandral, and you may call on me whenever you wish to.”
(Y/N) burst into giggles at his attempt at a Midgardian pick-up line as Thor smacked his hand away and the others snickered. Although his advances reminded her of the crude men she’d dealt with as a trainee librarian, she could tell by his eyes that he meant no harm. “Thank you for the compliment, Fandral, but like Thor said, I’m already spoken for.”
Fandral pretended to be disappointed, but flashed her another grin as the large man with the red hair and beard stepped forward. “It’s an honor to meet you, Lady (Y/N), my name is Volstagg. You haven’t by any chance brought any food from Midgard, have you?”
“I’m sorry, but no, I haven’t,” (Y/N) smiled bemusedly as Volstagg frowned. “Um…should I have?”
Thor shook his head with a chuckle. “Volstagg here is, how shall I put it? A food connoisseur, and he has never been known to turn down a meal, no matter where it comes from.” He gestured to the dark-haired man. “And this is Hogun.” Hogun nodded his head respectfully at her, which she returned with a polite smile.
“We were planning on hunting bilgesnipes after training; would you care to join us, (Y/N)?”
(Y/N) grinned at Sif’s invitation but shook her head. “Thank you for the invitation, Sif, but I think I’m going to go explore my room and see if I can find Loki.”
“Do you wish me to escort you back to your chambers?”
“It’s okay, Thor, I think I can find my own way back,” (Y/N) said as she looked up at Thor. “Have fun with the bilgesnipes!” She stood on her tiptoes to hug him and whispered in his ear, “Thank you for what you said earlier.”
Thor held her tighter. “I merely spoke the truth, Lady (Y/N), but you’re welcome.” Releasing her, he stepped back and flashed her a grin before turning to the others. “The bilgesnipes await, my friends!”
After they bid her farewell, Sif and the Warriors Three followed Thor out of the arena and towards what (Y/N) assumed to be the stables, laughing and joking all the way. Smiling to herself, she turned and made her way back to her room. She realized after walking down the brightly-lit halls for nearly a quarter of an hour, however, that she’d made a wrong turn and had gotten herself lost. Damnit, she mentally cursed as she looked around herself for any indication of where she was, my first day here and I get hopelessly lost.
She decided to poke her head into the next open doorway and gasped at what she found; there, filled with dozens of bookcases and countless books, was the enormous library of Asgard. In a trance, she walked through the aisles and examined the spines of the different books. Most were written in English but many others were written in Swedish, Norwegian, French, Spanish, Chinese, Latin and several other languages she couldn’t identify, and the majority of them were quite old. Strangely, the ones whose titles she could read didn’t appear to be categorized in any order. I suppose Asgard’s in need of a librarian, she thought bemusedly as she trailed her fingers along the delicate book spines.
Just as (Y/N) reached for what looked like a novel, she stopped herself, recalling Loki’s earlier moments of anger and her suspicion that he was hiding something from her. She searched the shelves for any books pertaining to Asgardian history and emerged with an armful; looking around the enormous room and spotting a reading table, she hurried to it and carefully placed her findings down with a slight feeling of unease.
“It’s only a little research, (Y/N),” She chastised herself. “You probably won’t find anything anyways.” Deciding that she was going to be there for a while, she unfastened her sword and cloak and set them on the table before taking a seat and opening the first book in her pile, The History of the Asgardian Royalty.
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“…and the battle was won when Odin Allfather, after losing an eye in the fighting, stole from the Frost Giants their Casket of Ancient Winters. Jotunheim was instantly turned into a desolate wasteland in the Casket’s absence, and Laufey, the King of the Jotuns, reluctantly sighed a peace treaty with Asgard after he was defeated and the fighting ceased. The Allfather became confident that in the future, Asgard and Jotunheim would come to be allies against any and all who would threaten them…”
(Y/N) stopped reading, her brow furrowing as she considered the book’s words. It was odd that Odin was so sure that his enemies would one day become his allies, even though he stole their important magical item and practically destroyed their realm in the process. I’ll have to ask Loki about that, she thought before flipping to the next page.
She’d been unsuccessful in finding any recent history books about Asgard so she decided to scan the older ones, hoping that there would be a clue as to what Loki was possibly hiding about his past but when nothing turned up, she became distracted by Asgard’s interesting and confusing history. Just as she was about to continue reading, she heard footsteps echo through the vast room.
“(Y/N), are you in here? We should head to dinner soon…” Loki’s voice called and a moment later, he appeared from behind one of the bookshelves with a small smile on his face. “Ah, I thought I might find you here, darling.”
(Y/N) laughed. “Yep, you caught me! I’m not one to leave a library undiscovered, you know, especially not one that’s as big as this one.” Loki chuckled and moved closer to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Did you find a horse?”
He nodded, sitting down in the vacant seat beside her. “Yes, a beautiful grey mare; you can even name her, if you’d like.” He looked down at all the books surrounding her, a small frown forming when he caught sight of some of the titles. “What are you reading?”
“I just wanted to learn more about Asgard, so I found some history books to browse through,” She lied easily; she didn’t want to lie to him, but she knew that he might not react well if she told him she thought he was hiding something and decided to do some snooping. “In fact, I was just reading about the war between Asgard and Jotunheim, and I’m a little confused about how it ended. Odin took-”
“We really should be heading to dinner-”
“-this Casket from the Jotuns and almost destroyed their realm, but he was completely confident that there would be long-term peace between the two realms. Do you have any idea why?”
“No.”
She closed the book and reached for another, completely focused on her mini-crusade as she spoke. “There has to be an explanation, Loki, maybe-?”
“I’m sorry, darling, but there simply isn’t an explanation for the Allfather’s bizarre actions after the war. Now, we really should be heading to dinner…” Loki shot out of his seat and offered her his hand, an overly-cheery smile on his face and his green eyes refusing to fully meet hers. “We shouldn’t keep Mother and the others waiting.”
“O-of course, I’m starving!” (Y/N) took his hand and stood, giving him a small smile as she slung her cloak back onto her shoulders and refastened her sword to her belt. When she finished, Loki reclaimed her hand and led her out of the library and through the halls.
As he told her more about the mare, (Y/N) took note of his exaggerated happiness and his reluctance to maintain eye-contact, coming to the conclusion that he was definitely hiding something from her. Countless emotions swarmed and threatened to overcome her; she blinked back the prickles of tears, swallowed the lump in her throat and tried not to think about how much his newfound habit of hiding things hurt her.
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A/N: Angst on the horizon! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!
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Description; From having a merry chatter with the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, to an ambiguous one with the Prince and the Queen, it seems those came to be the only common things afore a disruption on the coronation ceremony. 
Pairing: Loki x reader
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: 2/5
Word count; 3.003
Warnings; Loki’s hidden sweetness 
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: I’m so happy so many of you liked Liar’s dice, this is a gem I have polished for a long time and always have been so excited about!
SERIES MASTERLIST
"How is he?" Your question brought a burst of bellowing laughter from Volstagg and if the great hall were not filled to the brim with the citizens of Asgard, it would have echoed.
"If not a battle changes his state of mind, I doubt this will", you arched a brow, his answer coming apart as you did not know how one could compare a battle to a coronation. 
"What this droll fellow wants to say, my lady is that Thor will be fine ever what happens", Fandral jested towards his friend, all while giving you one of his charming smiles. With a grateful nod to the warrior you chuckled.
"Albeit I am an acquainted to the ways of his battling, I did not see the relation".
"That made the two of us", Lady Sif murmured to you, identical smiles spreading on both of your faces. Whichever brought your attention back, was the red-haired man you noticed swept his gaze across the room. Even though he had not stated what was on his mind, you would most certainly have guessed it nonetheless.
"When does this start?" 
"Do not mention you are famished again", Fandral groused towards Volstagg, seeming to refer to an earlier conversation of theirs, which you were not a part of. "And try to wrangle the beast of your belly, so it does not catch attention during the ceremony".
"So I can only do when the real feast starts", you laughed along with the others in the company, although as they continued their conversing your mind drifted, as did your eyes. 
The great hall had never held this much people, never during your lifetime that was. And in comparison to the evenings feast the day prior, which had been loud and merry, this gathering could almost be described as mournful. Folk mingled around, conversations silent, though what suggested it was a gathering for other than a burial, was that everyone's features were graced with excitement. It was in that moment the eyes of those you had watched began trailing to one and the same place. Smiling for yourself, you suspected Volstagg's request soon would be fulfilled.
Heads bowed at the rows he passed, most seeming to do so with dismay and chatter as follow, though the prince did not seem to spare it any mind. He had stood out yesterday, with the golden aura created from his informal armour, though this time it was different. He was one of few armoured fully, pass the guards, as none but the royals and the warriors three, along with Lady Sif, had been granted wearing such regal attire. His head was held high when his eyes scanned the crowds who now watched him, their gazes lowering as soon as he seized them.
"The prince", Hogun's voice was low enough, so the prince's mention went unheard as he closed in. Collective bows of heads came from the four of them, though you greeted him with a simple nod.
"Is the Allfather and Allmother on their way?" Volstagg's unsurprised questioning made you roll your eyes.
"They are on their way", Loki's voice was calm when the man asking the question grunted in content.
"Did you meet with Thor?" You wondered, his attention coming to rest on you.
"I did, he said he would soon come after", you had no chance to further ask what was on your mind, as Lady Sif spoke before you.
"Cheerful as ever", Loki raised a brow at the comment as he tilted his head.
"Pardon me?" The women whom it was directed to, raised her chin in a challenge.
"I just referred to your everlasting joy when your brother is in focus", you eyebrows flew up at her words which were coated in spite, as well did the warriors three's, but the parts engrossed in the battle remained staid. Perhaps her words spoke the truth, but never would you have uttered them as bluntly to confront Loki.
"We have... m-matters we need to attend before the Allfather arrives", Fandral's hurried excuse claimed, as he gripped Lady Sif's upper arm.
"Then you should tend those", Loki's words held a slight edge, as he eyed the warrior.
"My Prince, my Lady", was the blonde men adieu as he delicately, to not wake any suspicion, pulled the women of a warrior with him. Deeming Fandrals goodbye as a collective one, Volstagg and Hogun trailed behind the first pair. Your eyes followed them until they disappeared in the masses, only then did a sigh escaped you.
"Have your manners diminished as well?" Trails of annoyances still laced his rich voice, albeit you could see past it to notice what had entered it.
"Perhaps after spending most of it during yesterdays feast, though not in this moment, my prince", you looked up at him, seeing your own reflection in his eye-catching helmet, afore letting your eyes fleet down to his. They gleamed, perchance you could have mistaken it yesterday, though there were no pyres to deceive you this time. 
"That I can accept, as I spent a great deal of it with you", you chuckled and bowed your head to let your smile pass unseen.
"Do not hide your smile, not when it outshines the gems on your dress", as your eyes already were cast down, you caught the twinkling he referred to. Your upper body was only covered by a crystalline fabric, white jewels covering it to seem as if it was your skin that shone like. Cream coloured garbs intervened with the lucid top and followed your waist until falling to the floor.  
"Such flattery", you hid the waver in your voice and as it was no lie, you believed he would not catch on to it. You tried not to compare how the two prince's comments affected you so differently, yet there was no denying such your thought went.
You took a deep breath as you stepped closer, invading Loki's personal space without standing inappropriately close. As you raised your gaze once more, you understood your movement did not go unnoticed thus he had already been looking at you. Taken aback, you were almost caught in his eyes, like a hummingbird in a cage. Though afore anyone could close the gate behind you, you escaped with the question you had tried to ask beforehand. 
 "As I do not believe Volstagg's word of Thor not being nervous and as you were the last one who saw him, how is he?" At your question, you saw how a minimal smile started to form on his lips.
"He asked me for how he looked"
"That severe?" You smiled when he simultaneously raised his eyebrows while giving half a nod. Switching to look forward, you did not notice how Loki prolonged watching you ahead of looking forth himself. 
"It would have eased his mind if you had given him an answer, instead of me".
"I beg to differ. I may be someone he fancied, but my words would not have been true like yours", you tipped your head upwards.
"Who says I gave him the alleviation of console?" 
"None shared your secret, prince Loki", you murmured. "None but yourself", you had seen how his gaze had warmed and the ice which afore froze them melted. It was not something he could control, thus it was a buried emotion. That of brotherly love. He may be a menace and spiteful, although such acts could only extend so far within a family.
"I can not hide things from you, it seems".
"You could if you wanted", you hummed and his smile turned from mischief, to reflect something else.
"Mayhap I do not want to", you hindered your lips from falling apart as you felt the laden gaze on you. As previously, yesterday and every time there before, you gazed into his eyes. Deepest of forest green and brightest of emeralds.
"The Allfather", a voice called, startling you to turn and the moment to break. To where you now looked you saw Odin emerge, in armour you seldomly saw him clad in, from behind the Asgardian throne. Though your formalities had disappeared while talking to Loki, you felt the need to bring them forth as the king gazed upon everyone in the hall. 
As the fellow ladies, you curtsied, noticing the men bowing, all beside the prince by your side that was. With the king in the room, people commenced lining the aisle in the middle of the hall. However, you and the young prince lingered to retreat to your positions.
"My dear children, the ceremony is soon to begin or do the two of you want to announce something by standing this openly?" Frigga's voice was hard to mistake, even more so was the twinkle in her eye, which you saw when turning around. Albeit Loki only thought of it as maternal teasing, you knew her words owned a deeper meaning.
"The day is Thor's, not ours", the mischievous tone Loki exuded while saying this made you think the queen had dishonoured her word of secrecy. Although the wee widening of her eyes concluded she was as surprised by his answer as you.
"Then shall we get ready to honour his day?" She recovered with when seeing her son stretch his arm forth for her to take.
"Until we meet again", Loki nodded goodbye, while Frigga merely sent a knowing smirk over her shoulder as she took upon the prince's offer to lead them to their designated places. 
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Standing on the first row, behind the warriors three, besides your father and mother, your eyes found Thor as the crowd jubilated at his entrance. His fiery red cape was hard to miss in the otherwise scheme of beige colours as he made his way forth. Applauding along with the crowd, you chuckled when Thor rose his hammer in an attempt to please the audience further. The nervousness Loki mentioned was not noticeable, not when he knelt down placing Mjolnir and his helmet before him, neither when his eyes found the Warriors Three to later swiftly fleet to you. His smile lived on until the moment Odin silenced the crowd, only then did his face became stoic.
You eyed Thor who intensely listened when the Allfather spoke, however, to you every line fell on deaf ears, in comparison to Loki it seemed. Only from knowledge could you read his actions by true intention. A trifle purse for untrained eyes was telling enough for you that he took ill to whatever the king had said. A quick glance as if he heard right followed afterwards. Not until his brother began swearing to the oath of Asgard, did green eyes meet yours. Everyone held their breath, to in the end cheer for the new king the Allfather had crowned, yet Loki seemed to further await something. 
Despite not listening whole heartily, the sudden eerie silence could not go unbeknown to even you. You broke from the raven prince's gaze, to watch Odin. His face seemed to have frozen until realisation passed it, a single word passed his lips. 
"Frost Giants", the likelihood everyone in the great hall heard his low spoken words, was near minimal, but fortunately you had been one standing close enough to indeed hear. No panic ensued, but a whisper passed over the mass as folk spread the word. The echoing thud from Gungnir stunned the crowd silent, along with his words.
"Urgent matters have come forth", he turned and headed for the same doors he came from before the ceremony started. Without even sharing a look, the prince pair hastily caught up to their father, all of their mantles whipping behind them as they exited the hall.
After that, it felt like moments passed in a rushed silence. Frigga excused the sudden departure and begged for folk not to grow worried as everything was under control. Having a close friendship with her, you were able to tell, by her stance and tone of voice, she had as much knowledge of the sudden commotion as the crowd she spoke to. 
As the guards organised everyone to empty the great hall, you had no chance in speaking to the Allmother, neither the Warriors Three and Lady Sif. While trailing behind your father and mother, you kept glancing over your shoulder to see if you could catch a glimpse of those you sought to speak to.
"Seek your friends after you have changed my dear, they will be busy these passing moments", your mother's voice brought your eyes forward and noticed how she looked back at you.
"Will so mother", you nodded, departing for your chambers while they headed to theirs. 
Though you followed your mothers words, you did not perhaps do it as ladylike as she wanted, though she would not be surprised.
The outermost part of your dress could easily be slipped out of, though the underdress was a struggle. You were not incompetent, you often undid your lacings yourself, though this dress for its purpose had been intricate and near impossible to do so with. In your hurried state of wanting to find your companions, however, you had no patience to wait for a maid to help you. Wobbling around you reached behind you, thankful the undoing of laces was facile compared to its counterpart.
In the end, you succeeded, throwing layers of the dress over the stool it graced beforehand being put on you earlier. Heading into your dressing chamber, you ripped a simple dress of its hangers to slip into and as shoes were hidden underneath the hem, you spared time and did not change them. Neither did you care for your hair, as it already looked presentable and not too regal as you had chosen to not do an up-do for the ceremony.
With the dress flowing behind you, you withstood the urge to dash down the halls in your search for the princes or anyone who may have more information about what happened. However, it seemed that no one in the palace made a hustle that the borders of the realm just had been trespassed. Maids had the time to confusedly glance at you when passing them, guards straightened as if you would tell an issue had occurred, though none held worry in their eyes. You were just to take the corridor, which headed to a back yard and the stables until you noticed something coming your way. 
"Thor, Loki", it seemed they had been conversing, as the sound of your voice pulled their heads up. You met them halfway down the corridor and not until then did you notice the look on Thor's face. "I am sorry for your sake", you tried consoling him.
"Thank you Lady Y/N, but we have somewhere we need to be", his smile was brief, the determined look returning as he curtly nodded, afore he set forward again. Seethed anger was not uncommon for Thor, though rarely had you been on the receiving end of it.
"Loki, please tell me what happened", you switched to look up at the prince, who for the moment, had stayed behind and let his brother continue without him.
"The frost giants did not only pass our borders, but they also made it to the treasury", he said, your eyes widening. He hesitated to continue though, as his eyes fleeted up and over your shoulder. With his arm, he gestured for you to turn and follow with him if you wanted to hear the rest. "However, they did not succeed with whatever their mission had been", you sighed out, frost giants had not taken up arms since the Asgard-Jotunheim War.
"And Thor is bitter they made it that far?"
"Yes", you heard by the tone of his voice that something else had fuelled Thor's fire.
"And what more?" He glanced down at you, that was when you saw how his jaw clenched.
"He and father argued".
"What about?" You raised a brow when he rubbed the place in between his eyebrows with a glove clad hand. It was then you noticed his mantle had been discarded and armour change to something you only saw him wear when the weather became colder, not fitting for the Asgardian summer outside.
"How a warrior compared to a king saw on the events", you realised the hidden meaning behind his words and pieces started to mould together. 
"You bear clothes for colder weather, do not tell me you are going to Jotunheim", you murmured harshly to him, shooting him a glare. You knew very well the king had forbidden anyone to venture to that realm.
"I have already said it is madness, but he will not withdraw", he murmured back, hesitant as if to not provoke another argument with his brother if he heard. "Though I deemed it better to go with him then stay behind", you understood his reasoning, it would be better if he was there to stop his brother if anything came to happen, though you did not know how he could do so by himself.
"Loki..."
"Loki!" You words disappeared to those of Thor where he had stopped before leaving the corridor to march outside. You looked from his brother to him, noticing he did the same towards you.
"I know what I am doing", he said, placing a hand on your upper arm, however quickly breaking away as he headed to join his brother. You did not know if the younger prince had control of the older one, though you trusted he did, a trust that seemed to be rigorous.
As you stopped in the exit of the door, your eyes followed the company making their way forth to reach their horses. Though the stopping of Loki went unnoticed by the rest, it did not by you. It seemed he had a brief conversation with one of the guards and as if he knew his brother once more would look behind him to see if he followed, he ended it before Thor could notice.
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fictivefrolic · 7 months ago
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The Long Way Home: Twenty-Three
Thor looked over your stance critically for a moment and gently nudged your food with the end of his walking stick, “Not like that, love. You’ll be too easy to knock off your feet.”
You adjust gently and readjust your weight through your feet and he rumbles in approval behind you. “But why are we doing this?” you murmur, biting your lip. 
“Because,” he said grinning, “With the way you throw knives, you’d make an excellent archer.”
“I’m not that strong,” you protest and Thor squeezes your shoulders affectionately.
“You’re stronger than you think you are, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “And I have a couple different bows here. There has to be one you can pull back.”
You nod hesitantly and Thor rocks back on his heels before turning to test the draw weight of a couple different bows. “How’d you learn to throw knives anyway?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and watched your face heat.
“I- I might have blackmailed someone.”
Thor stopped and turned to look at you, “You? I don’t believe it.” He laughed in disbelief and tugged on the end of your braid, “This I have got to hear.”
“I- Sorry. I can’t tell you.”
“Why?” he asked, grinning. 
“We came to terms. And I had to swear not to tell another living soul what happened... Actually I might have said too much already.”
Thor shook his head and kissed your head. “Alright. I suppose you can keep that secret then.” He held out a bow and smiled, “Take your stance, love. Let’s try this one. It’s a nice middle ground I think.”
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“That is grotesquely cute,” Fandral drawled, hefting himself onto the low wall Loki and Brunhilde had decided to perch on and watch Thor’s patience be tested. 
“There’s no yelling,” Loki said sounding mildly impressed, watching him adjust the guard on your fingers and explain how to adjust the guard on your arm. 
“Please, if he shouted at her he’d probably walk off the nearest cliff shortly after,” Brunhilde snorted. She didn’t bother to mention that it had been her idea. With the weather getting colder and your garden done for the year, you didn’t have enough to do. Enough to keep you occupied. And she knew you still felt awkward. Slightly disconnected from your adopted country. She figured archery would be the one weapon you could use and not hurt yourself. At least not too badly. And, if the look on your face was any indication, having your very muscular, very chubby husband standing behind you and showing you how to shoot was also agreeable. And if the look on Thor’s face was any indication, he wasn’t going to be able to teach you for too long without having to carry you home and throw you on the bed. That was pleasing too in it’s way. Thor  deserved to be happy. And, time with his wife made him happy. It also made Sif furious which she found similarly amusing. 
Thor made a sound that was shock and amusement and joy all at once and Brunhilde jerked her attention back to the patch of yard where you’d been standing. In time to see him sweep you handily up off your feet and spin you around laughing. 
“I can’t believe she fucking hit it,” Fandral protested. 
“Dead center too,” Loki said, nodding his approval, “Who knew. Her aim throwing knives did carry over.”
Brunhilde snorted and shook her head fondly. Thor was definitely pleased. Or if he wasn’t, he was doing a lovely job pretending that he was as he pulled you against his chest and kissed you, cradling his face in his hands. And left your cheeks flushed. Even from a distance you looked slightly breathless. 
“This might be the only heir in history to be conceived after an Archery lesson,” Fandral said rolling his eyes. “Gods.”
“What did I miss?” Volstagg huffed, leaning on the wall, watching the scene across the yard. 
“Her majesty has taken up Archery, evidently,” Loki explained, “And Thor is very pleased with her progress.”
“I think,” he said, sounding very nonplussed, “That that is a bit of an understatement.”
“Indeed,” Loki said nodding, cheeks coloring as Thor’s hands slid down to grip your hips, evidently enamored enough to have forgotten there was an audience.
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Description; On the night before Thor’s coronation, you endulge in an interesting conversation with both the Queen and the younger Prince.
Pairing: Loki x reader
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: 1/5
Word count; 2.799
Warnings; None
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: God I’m sorry for my sudden hiatus everyone, school started a month ago and ever since my schedule has been messed up, but I’m counting on coming back. Though as an apology I will start publishing this new series I wrote in the end of the summer, hope you enjoy and I look forward to interest with you guys again!
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Dresses weaved in silken fabric, flowing with every step of the ladies wearing them, sparkling gems covering their necks. The men were clad in their battle armour, made from precious metals, together with capes in the Bifrost all colours. Everyone dressed accordingly to yet another one of Asgard's momentous occasions, merely because they wanted to be on the charitable side of the future king.
You scoffed as you heard another high pitch giggle and merry laughs joining the golden god's. You did not know how many over-joyed smiles you had spotted during the evening, yours seeming the sole forced one. It was not so that you were unhappy for Thor's coronation, but you did not understand why so many burdened themselves with the mission to earn his attention.
"One could think you are on a burial rather than a feast, my dear", you switched from observing the gathering around Thor, to the person who had walked up to stand beside you.
"My Queen", you curtsied, seeing how a smile formed on the Allmother's lips.
"No need for formalities, I have already spoken to you about that", you snickered at her words and let your eyes pass above the masses once more.
"Perhaps your highness has, but on this traditional feast perhaps she can forgive me?" A smile twitched her lips at the formality you sparely used on other occasions than these.
"Mayhap, granting that you speak about what is weighing you down this evening", she asked as she joined you in watching over the crowd.
"I am just marvelling that all of Asgard's nobility behaves like mortals who just have seen a god", you smiled inwardly, hearing a suppressed chuckle escape Frigga.
"There still exist things that will surprise one", you joined her previous act of laughter, prolonging it when you saw the disappointment on the faces when Thor excused himself from the company he talked with for the last couple of minutes. However, it was not long before he was swept into another one, the majority being women who fawned over him.
"Has he taken a queen yet?" You turned to Frigga, watching how her brows knitted shortly, though gentle smile graced her lips when you heard Thor's stoic laughter.
"He has yet to decide", when she turned to lock her eyes with yours, you noticed a similar gleam in them as one of her son's had inherited. "Have you decided to compete for his hand?"
"I will not take place in the line seeking to court him, that he does know already", you firmly established, to which she only nodded.
"I have heard, wistfully so from his part", you did indeed know that Thor sought you to be one of the women wanting to court him, but he had been nothing but polite when you delivered your answer. "Withal, I believe it does not affect you greatly", her words made a smirk fiddle with your lips.
"Could one ever hide something from a goddess?"
"A goddess yes, a mother no", she smiled towards you, which produced a shake with your head. "Y/N, you are almost a part of this family already, Odin and I would not disapprove".
"I believed royalties had abounded the way of marrying within their kin", you mused but noticed the disapproving look she gave you.
"It is beyond my belief that the two of you make it this arduous", her gaze swept from yours and you followed it to see who it landed on. Though every person had polished themselves to shine for the evening and stood with postures straighter than they ever held themselves with, none could match that of the prince. Horned helmet peeked in the crowd and reflected the pyres like a mirror.
"That implies there is any other way", you retorted with a quick glance to the Queen.
"Perhaps so, yes", she sighed, silencing as you continued watching the group the two princes mingled in. A shrilly laugh was heard, a sound to which you wrinkled your nose at and for once it seemed like you were not going to be the only one showing a strained smile this evening. As the blonde women latched onto Thor in her fit of excessive laughter, something twitched in Loki's smile. He held it, though with a displeased look conveying the rest of his features, until the moment passed. As his company continued their conversing, his eyes started to glide over the crowd, seemingly in search for something. You observed how his head only turned slightly, so to not offend the company by showing his attention strayed, though he stopped when landing upon you. It was only for a mere moment his gaze stayed with yours, before he turned back to the guests, uttering the first word he seemed to have done among those people. Immediately he got their attention, probably helped with the charm he mastered. It appeared he bid goodnight to them and in his departure, he nodded to his brother, while collective bows of heads were seen behind him. The prince himself, however, left with a tight-lipped expression.
He manoeuvred through the small number of people that separated him from you and his mother, stealthily enough so that none spared him a glance and therefore more attention.
"Mother, Lady Y/N", he greeted while ascending the few flights of steps up to you.
"Loki", Frigga nodded with a smile she only reserved for the younger prince, you followed her greeting by bowing your head, once looking up you met the jaded hue of his eyes.
"What are the secrets the two of you have discoursed?" You knew why many were uneasy around him, it was his sly way of getting people to trust him. Though he was the god of lies, folk in the end often told him secrets they to a beginning fret to confess. Although his mother did not belong to those.
"Those are ours to keep", Frigga said with a smirk before continuing. "I need to take my leave, pleasure as always, my dear", she directed the last part to you, afore she began walking towards Odin, who you noticed watched you. With a similar nod you had given Loki, albeit, with a longer downcast, you showed your respect to the Allfather. As his queen joined his side, a small smile and nod were sent your way. As he turned to once more watch over the crowd, your attention shifted to the prince coming closer. You followed his movements as he came to lean against the same column you stood beside.
"Now, when my mother's protection is absent, will you break your silence?" He did not watch you, instead, his eyes glazed over in thought as he attentively observed the over-joyous crowd.
"I can not disobey the Queen's command, can I?" You mused, your tone of voice earning his attention.
"For all one knows, none is going to tell her", you noticed that something in his eyes glimmered, something that showed itself by the mischievous curve of his lip.
"Trusting the god of lies?" You pondered aloud, afore continuing. "Would not be so clever, would it now?"
"You would not be the first", he smirked down at you, to which you chuckled.
"Indeed I would not", you said while thinking back to your conversation with Frigga. "Whereas I would confide in someone that could understand my petty annoyance", you glanced up at him, noticing an entertained smile pulling the corner of his lips up.
"Marvellous that you are speaking to the titled god of mischief then", his grin showed his teeth, making you hesitate to continue thus your want to keep observing his features.
"Fate playing its part once again", you shared a laugh, before resting your head on the side of the column, which temperature dropped lower than the air around you. You still were able to eye Loki, which armour shone in the same golden hue as the walls and decorations. The silence encircling you almost went unnoticed as the boisterous sounds echoing in the room penetrated your space.
"We, like the rest, only spoke of the name of the night", you recognised, you felt, his change. His helmet hid most of his visible shift, but the purse of his lips was yet to behold. The air around you stirred as you watched his posture stiffen. You knew the night was tormenting to the younger prince, as it always became when the attention was not evenly divided.
"However the subject is becoming tedious", he turned to you with a raised brow as you uttered this, hiding a smile when you continued. "Especially as your mother now will keep reminding me of Thor's dejected feelings", you huffed, sparing to mention that she only brought it up for the topics flipside.
"The word has come to me", taken back you raised your brows.
"Does the whole realm know?"
"Do not fret, only the family does", you chuckled, being the talk of the royal family was not something new.
"Good, I do not want to be whispered about as yet another of those who yearn after him", you answered Loki and though you knew a certain amount of amusement always was present in princes eyes, you did not know if you caused it to shine brighter after what you said.
"Then I would advise you not to wear his colour", you looked down at the garment you wore, a red dress, a few shades darker than the mantle hanging from Thor's shoulders. You were no different from the other ladies, as where your skin was not covered by the dress, it hid behind a veil of golden jewellery, rubies intervened to glisten like blood from the living fires around you. Nevertheless, you were different, because you did not wear the colour to bring his eyes to you.
"I can wear any colour I want and simply because I do it does not mean I belong to anyone", you raised your chin high.
"That is not what the courting customs says", he mentioned, making you shoot him a displeased look.
"Those customs are old and built on the desire to state but what is yours", you huffed, but he only let out a low chuckle.
"Every living being's desire to possess what is theirs has even seeped into our traditions", you looked up at him, seeing how he started to take off his helmet. As he lifted it off his head, his sable hair, slicked back and ending in the nape of his neck, came into view. Amazed how not a strand seemed to stray from his scalp, your eyes followed how he shifted to hold his headgear under one of his arms.
"Is it fitting for the prince to undress before his people?" His lips twitched as he readjusted the grip on his helmet.
"As fitting for a lady to wear my brother's colours, with no intention of courting him"
"Touché", the word rolled from your tongue with the breath of air leaving you. You saw the shift in your peripheral, as it seems Loki did as well when he stopped himself from speaking any further. Turning you were met by Thor, who with confident steps came closer.
"Brother", he shortly addressed the prince beside you, before meeting your gaze. "Lady Y/N how stunning you look this night", he spread his arms as to take in your appearance.
"Thor, always as charming I hear", his laugh made others standing close by glance towards you. You did not need to further read into the women's side-eyed glare to know the resentfulness they felt towards you, their feelings on full display in their faces anyways.
"How can I not when you wear my colours, which I need to mention you look mighty fine in", he winked at you, which you shook your head at. Never giving up, was he? "I can not stop from wanting to see you in them more often". When he pushed the compliment further, to a matter you already spoken would not happen, a furrow between your brow was created.
"But what will your future wife think of me then? I would not want to come off as a threat", you stated and Thor seemed to notice some of the playfulness in your voice had disappeared.
"You will always be a thrill to every man, mayhap it is for my own good I will watch them meet their undoing rather than do so myself", he chuckled and your frown disappeared to give place to a genuine smile. Appreciating his insight, you put your hand on his upper arm.
"You can entertain yourself with the thought that we will laugh together afterwards", he beamed at your words, hand coming to rest upon yours.
"That I will", all of his smiles were genuine, but few got to witness those where his eyes seemed to spark a tad bit brighter.
"I would want to stay longer Thor, but I need to retreat so I will not miss your coronation tomorrow, would be pitiful if I missed it because simply oversleeping", both of you chuckled at the image of you distressed in the morning.
"Do so, I will drink an extra pint of mead to honour your retreat".
"You would have done so either way, I am only grateful you dedicate it to me instead", your grip tightened before losing on his arm, taking the sign he let go.
"I will accompany you to your chambers, as of feeling a bit exhausted myself", Loki's smooth voice interrupted your departure, to which Thor only smiled at his brother.
"Take well care of her, little brother", the golden god said, patting his brothers shoulder before rejoining his friends.
"Shall we?" His deep voice was a pleasant contrast to the calls for Thor, which started the moment he had turned his back to you. Nodding your head to Loki's question, you took upon his offer to lay your hand in the crook of his empty arm.
None saw you as you walked by the outskirt of the crowd, mostly because everyone's attention again had settled on the future King of Asgard. As the guards opened the golden gates to let you out of the festive hall, a sigh escaped you. You could almost describe the corridors outside as a spring morning, as it was silent thus none could rejoice the chilled morning temperatures.
"You lied", his voice did only bring your attention, as all the eavesdropping ears still was in the great hall. You looked up at him, his eyes only fleeting down to yours in a glance, before continuing to watch the corner of the corridor come closer.
"So did you", a smile twitched his lips as he shifted his grip on his helmet, now holding it leisurely.
"Tell me".
"Why I did not want to be around your loud brother and his equally as roaring crowd? The same reason as you, Loki, I do not like the atmosphere of celebrations as much as other Asgardians", you smirked when he raised his head, trying to hide his smug look.
"You forgot something".
"Enlighten me then", it was not until he turned the corner, the entrance to you chambers able to be seen, he looked down at you.
"I loath the attention he gets", his words were not unlike those you heard regarding his brother in other circumstances.
"You have my attention", his head tilted, as a knowing smirk played on your own lips.
"At last I have something my brother desire so much, but can not get".
"Is it jealousy I hear on your voice, my prince?" You questioned, but before his answer came you continued. "A lovely change to hear not only Thor's emotion can be put on his sleeve", you stopped before the entrance to you chambers, letting go of his arm to stand before him. Looking up at him, you noticed his lips had fallen apart, however, when he saw your studying eyes, they quickly pulled into a self-satisfied smile.
"Despite that, I have still not tried pursuing you to wear my colours", you bit back a smile and swallowed your chuckle, trying to remain stoic.
"Perhaps not my prince, perhaps not. But who knows what your motifs throughout this evening have been", the first fully-fledged smile could now be seen as he bowed his head to you, to which you could not cease your lips from turning up to.
"Goodnight my lady".
You watch his green cape shine like a beacon in the golden hallway as he walked away and not until he rounded the corner, to presumably retreat to his own chambers, did you slip into yours.
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tuiccim · 8 months ago
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Enara Masterlist
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Pairing: Loki X Reader
Warnings: Fluff, meet cute, flirt, innuendo
Summary: Queen Frigga’s new student of magic is given a challenge to prove her mettle. Can she prove herself as both sorceress and warrior when the charming Prince of Asgard sets his sights on her?
Enara - Work in Progress Series
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lothirielswanmarvel · a year ago
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The Earthen Goddess
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Summary: Long ago, in a time before spidermen and avenging heroes, Loki convinces Thor to undergo a vision to meet his future lover.
Love interest: Thor
~Thor, Asgard, 500 Years Earlier~
“You jest.”
“I can do it. Swear on Freya’s cursed boar.”
I scoffed at my brother. Loki was slim and long-limbed compared to other Asgardians. His face was even more unique; it had potent cheekbones that jut out like his daggers. They always made my brother look refined, and incredibly conniving.
My brother’s emerald eyes lit up with mirth. “I’ve been working on visions with mother.”
“So you are a witch after all?” I teased, raising my draught to my lips.
Loki rolled his eyes. “And you a lumbering oaf—this is a discussion for another time. These visions give me a glimpse into the future. Tell me there aren't things you don't want to know?”
I didn't bother with the maze of words he weaved. I simply tipped my drink back, stealing a glance at him over my mug of ale.
Loki huffed. “Come on—you’ve been with countless men and women. Don't you want to know whom you might end up with?”
My eyebrows furrowed. Loki and I had different opinions on the subject of love. For him, it was a dance. It was a mental game. I thought of romance as more of a sensation; something deep and warm and trusting. It was suspicious for him to bring up the matter.
“I’ll know when I find them,” I told him, setting down my drink with more force than I intended.
“Why not know now?”
“I like surprises—except when they involve you.”
Loki paused, his thin lips pressed together. My eyes widened as I realized what my words had implied.
“I am happy you are my brother. I would replace you with no other, Loki.” My hand clapped on his fragile, bone-thin shoulder. “Although, I prefer when there isn’t a knife in your hand.”
Loki nodded. His face still held that slight distortment. Sometimes that warped expression appeared around Volstagg and Hogan. Our friends. He called them my friends.
“Alright, I’ll agree to this vision.” I surrendered, watching the triumph glint in my brother’s eyes.
“You will not regret this, brother.” Loki stood from the wooden chair of the inn. It was a quiet night, and we had sat together in peace. Sometimes the crowds were smaller in Loki’s presence. “We’ll retreat to my chambers. We shouldn't require anything.”
“And if this is a trick…” I warned as I rose beside him.
“You’ll zap me at meals in the dining hall, or leave that damned hammer of yours around where I can stub my toe—like you usually do.”
“Mjolnir likes you, brother!”
“My knives are better.”
“But mine is more famous.”
“Oh, shut up.”
It was a quiet night. None pursued us in our journey back to the kingdom—perhaps it was Loki’s doing with some deceptive spell. My thoughts were confirmed when we stumbled upon a pair of guards and Loki suddenly cried, “Mmblerg, it's me!”
The stabbed guard was ushered to the infirmary.
The golden halls were easy to navigate. Their grand splendor was a common sight to us. There was an air of formality to our home, a dignification that made it hard sometimes to be at peace. We had to appear strong. Father preferred a projection of grace that Loki took too seriously.
We arrived at Loki’s chambers. The walls were furnished with books and peculiar objects and glaring daggers. Loki placed himself before a basin of what appeared like water, drizzling a few herbs and murmuring words I didn't understand.
“Boys?”
The voice was elegant and poised, and yet it still managed to be warm and loving. Mother peeked in curiously from the open doorway, assessing us. Her eyes were blue, most of the time—other days they were a colder gray, or a darker green. Tonight they were a pale cobalt, like a calm sky before a tempest.
“Hello, mother.”
“Loki, if another guard ends up in the healing rooms…”
“I know, I know!” Loki remained concentrated on the small pool of water.
Mother’s perfectly curved eyebrows dipped slightly. She leaned more into the room. “What are you two scheming?”
“Loki told me that you’ve been instructing him in visions of the future. It sounds exciting,” I said, hoping the enthusiasm for magic sounded real.
“Hmm,” Mother looked me over. The hem of her pink robes billowed at the entrance. “I think you’ll be pleased, Thor. But you must be patient.”
I didn't understand, but I never questioned her. “Of course, mother.”
She nodded, somewhat satisfied. “Well then...I’ll leave you to it.”
“See you in the morning light, mother.”
Mother lingered a few more moments. “What, no kiss?”
“We’re not three hundred years old anymore, mother.” Loki remarked.
I ignored my brother’s words and embraced her at the door. “I love you.”
“And I you, dear. If you could reiterate that to your brother when I leave, I would appreciate it.”
“Anything for the most magnificent woman in the nine realms,” I replied.
Her hand stroked my cheek. “She’s very lucky.”
Mother left without a sound in her wake. I moved towards my brother and stopped a few paces away.
“Stop scowling at me, I spend many hours of the day with her—my love is known.” Loki snapped.
“Did you tell her telepathically? With your witch powers?”
Loki muttered an irritated tsk sound like a provoked snake. His fingers flashed across the surface of the water, and the surface bled crimson.
“Is it...supposed to do that?” I asked warily as the scarlet color possessed the entire basin.
Loki shrugged with little concern. “Mostly. Here,”
His fingers flexed and suddenly a goblet was in his grasp. He filled the goblet with the red mixture and offered it to me. “The future awaits, brother.”
I took the offering tentatively, holding my stare with my brother. There was no hint of mischief in his eyes, but Loki was good at hiding things.
I raised the potion to my lips. It had a sweet taste, but not an enjoyable one. I had a stomach of steel; I would endure, but it didn't make the experience any more glorified.
When I finished the draught, I handed it back. The room began to spin.
Loki’s words floated to my ears. “Your future lover may not show up immediately. Your surroundings will change, sometimes there will be others present, but you will know it's her when you see her.”
“How?” It was hard to frame the question. A sick feeling grew in my stomach. The room was dominated by green. A dark, thirsting green that feasted on every other color.
“You’ll know.”
Loki was gone.
Asgard was gone.
I was now in an empty corridor. The change in scenery was contrasting to the lit golden halls: it was a narrow hallway with dark wood. I noticed a few peculiar stains. I glanced around. A sneer of disapproval began to grow on my lips.
This is my future? This is where the love of my life is supposed to be…?
It had to be a trick. Would I ever learn to stop falling for my brother’s mind games? What act was he avenging this time—?
“Thor.”
I peered down the edge of the hallway. A man appeared. He was blond, hair cut even shorter than Loki’s, but he did not have the appearance of a serf. His appearance didn't match any social ladder on Asgard. Well muscled, like a warrior. The fabric he wore was frail and common-looking.
“Good work out in the field today. Stark says we’re meeting up for a rendezvous at the shawarma place a few blocks off—see you there.” The man clapped me on the back as he passed. I frowned. He didn't appear familiar. I didn't believe he was my future lover—Loki preferred the company of men more than I.
I shook my head and continued walking down the dreary hallway. I was curious now—who was I looking for? Was she Asgardian? Did she like snakes? I hoped she liked rain.
“You don't look like him.”
I turned, shocked that I hadn't heard the newcomer arrive. She was far more intimidating than the last visitor—raven locks, eyelids bruised.
The woman smiled, like she knew a secret that I didn't. “No. You don't look like him at all.”
Like the last one, she turned and vanished into the endless void of the corridor.
I paused for a moment. She did look familiar, but I couldn't place her. Somehow, she reminded me of Mother. Her resemblance to Loki left me uncertain.
I carried on, suddenly curious about what the future implied. Loki said I would run into others—but would I ever find her? I wasn't interested at first. I liked to think that I would decide my own fate, shy away from those cosmic forces and claim my destiny on my own. But now, I was curious. I wanted to know what the universe had in store.
The smell was the first thing I noticed. It was sweet—not like the draught Loki offered, this actually smelled nice. Like the royal kitchens of Asgard when preparing a feast for a celebration. This was a sugary scent, something savory I had never smelled before. It aroused my senses.
There was a window at the end of the hall. Light stretched out and danced across the dark panes of wood. I followed the smell. I heard someone faintly humming.
There was a door at the end of the hall, wide open. I couldn't see inside yet, but it was the only door I had passed that permitted others entrance. The smell intensified, becoming mouthwatering.
“—Mmph, these are good. Cassie’s hooked on these, can I take the ones that you messed up on back to her?” The voice was male. I didn't recognize it.
“Don't be ridiculous, Scott. I’ll whip up a new batch for her.”
“Seriously? No wonder you literally got ‘angel’ in your name. I think I'm in love with you.”
“That love is called cupcakes.” A woman spoke. She spoke in a silvery tone, so light and friendly. It was nice to listen to.
I reached the doorway and peered inside. The room left me in shock. Despite the dreary hallway that led to it, this room was light. Bright colors on the walls, the counters. The windows were open, ushering in the aroma of flowers planted along the edge. It was small, yet radiated more warmth than the bifrost. It was the most cheery atmosphere I had ever entered.
Then my eyes fell upon her. The room suddenly paled in comparison.
She was like an earth goddess—bronze skin, dark hair. The color of her locks fascinated me; it wasn't a dull black, it was a deep brownish hue, rich like soil. Her hair curled into untame forms like tree roots and cascaded down her back. A cloth was wrapped around her head, similar to what servant girls wore, but she made it look like a crown.
I took a step closer, and the nearer I came, I was overwhelmed by every enticing detail. Her hands were tiny, wrapped around a wooden spoon as she stirred something in a bowl. Powder and smears of whatever she was making covered her, yet it did nothing to dampen her beauty.
All of the air in my lungs left when I stared upon her face. Roundish cheeks, full like ripe fruit. Her eyes were big and round and had this hazel-greenish hue to them like a forest, a forest I got lost in the longer I stared. My gaze dipped down to her lips, not too thin, yet not too full.
Her tiny hands paused and her eyes fell upon me. Her smile shone brighter than Asgard. “Hi, sweetie.”
The earthen goddess moved with the bounciness of a fairy or some nymph wandering the wilds. At some points it was almost like her feet left the ground.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine. I was unprepared for the intimate gesture. It was a swift kiss, merely a greeting, but a thousand of the kisses I had given and received in my lifetime did not compare to the softness, the pressure, the warmth. Her lips tasted sweet—almost delicious like pastries. From that moment on, I knew any dessert would remind me of her mouth.
The earthen goddess lowered, her heels returning to the ground. Those perfectly balanced lips parted like a blossoming rose to say something, “Are you okay? You seem a little stiff. Did you fight anybody today?”
I racked my mind for an answer. The logical, most common one appeared first. “Uh...my brother?”
“Ah. Did he try world domination again? I think he should aim smaller, like a park or something.”
I heard scuffling. Reluctantly, my gaze left her and rose to the table. A man was there, hands full with pink boxes and a light blue stain around his mouth. His face reminded me of a mouse, with the nose poking out and the beady eyes. “I’ll uh...leave you two alone. Thanks for the cupcakes, and the story.”
“Sure, Scott. See you later.”
The Mouse-Man shuffled off. We were alone.
The earth goddess wiped her hands on an apron tied about her waist and returned to the table with cooking ingredients. I seated myself across from her while she worked.
“What...story?” I asked. I was not used to this feeling in my stomach, a knot of emotions I wasn't used to—wariness? Awe? I was the Prince of Asgard. I did not get rattled so easily.
“Something with my aunt that happened a few years ago,” She shrugged like it was a well-known truth.
“Tell me,” I said.
Her hands froze. She folded them midair and sat her chin upon them. “Okay. It was the summer, and I was still in school. I decided that I wanted to go into political science. I already established tons of relationships with business owners through internships, and Pepper promised me more connections through Stark Industries.
“My aunt said if I was serious about the career choice, she would help me with it. And the first thing she did was force me into all of these gross jobs; cleaning houses, scrubbing toilets. I learned a lot about humanity in that summer, bleck. And so I continue doing all of these crappy jobs, but I have no idea why my aunt insisted this was the best way to prepare me. One day I asked her why I was doing it. And she responded with this,”
The earth goddess leaned close, and I found myself leaning in as well, drawn to her like the force of the earth. She continued, “ ‘Sometimes in the world of diplomacy, you have to get your hands dirty.’ ”
She was wise, but not in a flashy fashion like my brother. She was kind and worked hard and had an independent air about her. She was the strongest woman I had ever met.
Yes. This is the one.  
“The cosmos has rewarded me too much,” I murmured, feeling unworthy for the first time in my life.
“Does that include or exclude the cupcakes I saved from Scott for you?” She replied.
I laughed, although I did not know what “cupcakes” were. I was surprised that my future was so small and simple, yet I found myself already longing for the love I had discovered. “I suppose I shouldn't worry about my future. It looks bright to me.”
The earth goddess resumed mixing things in the bowl across from me. “What's all this stuff about the cosmos and the future? Did Loki get in your head with something—do you wanna talk about it?”
I smiled. She was a clever one. “Actually, Loki made this potion that would show me the future.”
“Mmm, see anything good?”
“Yes.” I looked at her. “It was magnificent.”
~*~
Loki’s laughter filled the high golden walls of the dining hall. “Do you hear yourself, brother? She was a baker, a cook, a mere servant girl!”
“Loki,” Mother hushed him a few seats away. My brother’s chuckles did not quiet.
“There was more to her than that!” I argued. “Her wit was as sharp as yours, and she didn't need tricks on her tongue to prove it!”
Loki’s lips pressed firmly together. Father's gaze rose from his plate.
“I do hope that the future Queen of Asgard is more than a baker and a storyteller.” Father remarked. “The qualities of a servant and an entertainer…”
My fist tightened around my goblet. I still did not know much about the earth goddess, but I detested these harsh accusations. What was so wrong about the future love of my life?
“Was she kind?” My mother asked quietly.
I looked up from the feast. I nodded once.
“Perhaps these qualities are a good thing, my husband. Is it not modesty and humbleness that every ruler should have?” My family, and some of my friends, shot me looks I found curious.
“Asgard should not be ruled by pride, or a hunger for power.” Mother’s words were pure reason. “They should be ruled by love.”
Father stared at her for a long time. It seemed as if they were speaking without words, about something I could not determine. Brother noticed it, too.
“Your words ring true, my love.” Father took her hand. “But it is merely a vision, and the future can change. Who is to vouch for a conjured vision’s accuracy?”
Loki flinched, and glared at his food. Mother simply put down her cutlery and shook her head.
“She must be a rare breed of a lady for the Mighty Thor to be rattled,” Whenever women were the topic of conversation, Fandral was not a shy one. “What was the woman’s name?”
I froze. I ran through the earthen goddess’ words in my mind, searching, hoping for an answer.
“Don't tell me you forgot.” Loki remarked beside me.
Volstagg chortled, “She must be some woman for you to forget to ask a simple question such as a name.”
“The Mouse-Man said something about her name,” I said, squinting at the table before me as I focused. “Yes...he said she had ‘angel’ in her name.”
Father stood abruptly from his throne. “Enough. There shall be no more talk of this wench. These halls shall not be disgraced by tales of Midgard.”
I rose from my seat. “Do not forbid the talk of my future love!”
“Ah! Future, but not love yet. Fate may change,” Father said. Mother’s facial expression did not agree with him. “Has she even been born yet?”
“No, my king,” Heimdall said quietly. “I cannot see her. Forgive me, it is not my place, but I would not underestimate Fate. Most men that have done so have paid the price.”
Father’s mouth opened, then his lips sealed together tightly. Heimdall’s wisdom could not be challenged. The meal carried on in silence.
“What else did you see, Thor?” Sif’s voice rose, wary as she cast a glance at the king and queen. “Was there anything else that the future showed you?”
“Before I saw her, I ran into others in the corridor.” I recalled, stroking my beard with one hand. “One man had the build of a warrior, he referred to a ‘Stark.’ There was also this woman…”
I fingered the knife that lay next to my plate. “She had raven hair, like yours, Sif, but it was not you. She wore green and black…”
I glanced at mother and found that both of my parents were staring at me. She leaned forward, “Did she...say anything, Thor?”
“She said, ‘You don't look like him.’ ” I answered.
Mother gave father a warning look. Odin sighed, “No more visions.”
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A/N: Hi Awesome Adventurers and thank you so much for tuning in! I wrote this little drabble as a kind of pre-scene scenario to my new novel out now, Avengers: Love and Lightning, soon to feature a love triangle between the God of Thunder himself and Star-Lord! Yay! Come over and join us to see Thor and this "earthen goddess" get together (also to swoon over tall blond men and join us in denial over Infinity War!) Love, fortune and glory to you, Awesome Adventurers!!
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odinsonnn · 2 months ago
Hi can you please do a fandral the dashing x gf reader NSFW alphabet thanks.
hi there!! unfortunately, i don't really know a lot about fandral since he doesn't have a whole lot of screen time, so i'm not certain i could do him justice. if you ever have requests for other thor characters / marvel characters that i might know a bit better, you can totes let me know and i'll do my best!!
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G'day! I was wondering if you might be interesting in doing a Fandral X reader X Loki love triangle, where they both compete for the reader individually. Maybe a bit of hidden corridor smut with one of 'em on the side...
I don’t write for Fandral sadly :/ Sorry!!!
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