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Your saviour is here.

“Pull yourself together” you mutter quietly, wiping away the tears that have formed in your eyes.

You don’t mean to let your emotions get the better of you.

You’ve learnt to not show how upset or angry you can get with the way your life is at the moment.

But sometimes it gets too much.

You want to scream and shout your feelings of unhappiness to your fiancé but too many eyes are trained on you.

Watching and waiting for you to show them you aren’t good enough.

Good enough to be their Queen.

How did it come to this?

A question you’ve asked yourself countless of times before.

You were doing just fine back on earth, or Midgard as it’s called around here.

Finally finding a placement of your dreams alongside the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D after working so hard through college.

Fury, Hill, I wonder how they are doing. The rest of the Avengers…

Your memories flooding back to a few months ago.

But you did what you’ve always done.

Thinking with your heart rather than your head.

You fell, hard, for a gorgeous blonde man they call Thor.

You imagined a relationship with the god of thunder nothing like it has panned out.

He was thrilling, exciting, he would whisk you away to all corners of the globe.

Wining and dining you.

Making you fall asleep in his arms as he talked about the countless constellations of stars that you both laid underneath.

You never thought to yourself that you’d grow tired of him, of his antics.

He was gorgeous, he was a literal god of course! But that meant that there were others that were constantly after him.

Most of the women you crossed paths with pined for him.

Complimenting him on his recent noble actions or just bluntly telling him how beautiful he was.

They never cared for you, standing right next to your man as they threw their countless acts of flirtations at him.

And him, never once blocking their advances.

He loved it! Loved the attention.

And he grew tired of your constant moaning about it by the day.

You’ve had a fair few brawls in his honour.

Stupidly.

Which is why you’ve heard the whispers getting louder recently about how you’re not worthy of being his queen.

For they are crowning him as rightful King of Asgard come Sunday, as you take your vows to be his wife.

“Everything alright Miss Y/N?”

You hear the familiar sympathetic voice of Petra coming from the other side of the bathroom door.

She was always there to wipe your tears, hear you rant and rave about the other women practically throwing themselves at Thor and calming your angered self when you knew your future husband had once again crossed the line of loyalty in your relationship with another.

“Y…yes I’m fine Petra” you manage to say without sounding too shaky in your voice.

“I’ll be out in a moment” you tell your hand maid as she turns away from the door you’re leaned against, you hear the clicking of her heels disappear down the long corridor.

*sigh*

You let out a long breath, a depleted one as you glance at yourself in the long bathroom mirror in front of you.

Are you really going to just climb back into bed with that man that has made you upset yet again?!

You say to yourself.

When is it going to end?!

You walk over to the sink, splashing water over your face, the cold liquid mixing with your tears as you grab blindly a towel to dab them dry.

*Boom*

The sound of some fireworks startles you so much you drop the piece of fabric onto the ground.

Your eyes are still half closed, water stinging them slightly by mixing with your make up.

You try to feel around for another towel to no avail so choose instead to use the sleeve of your long dress.

Long streaks of gold, black and green smeared up the beautiful Asgardian fabric.

That’s going to give the haters something to talk about!

You chuckle to yourself as you walk over to the far side window.

You push the large pane of glass out further as you strain your neck to catch a glimpse of the light show that just scared you half to death.

You’re almost all the way out over the window ledge when you glance down at the small balcony that was attached.

Your brain doesn’t even have time to argue with itself about what you should do before you find yourself dropping your feet to land onto the marbled ledge.

What are you doing right now Y/N?!

You think to yourself as another firey rocket squeals its way up into the sky.

But again, it’s as if your brain and body aren’t connected as you start to walk along the length of the stone, dropping down another level onto the rooftop of one of the out houses that are attached and then onto the ground below.

I just need to clear my head!

You tell yourself as you walk towards the palace gardens.

The only light coming from the few moments a firework explodes into the sky above you.

You disappear through the trees and make your way down by the water, your favourite place.

The water has always calmed you.

Even back on Earth your favourite place to study was by the college ponds.

You settle yourself down on the rocks by the waters edge.

You’re not sure if this lake was man-made or it’s naturally a part of Asgard but it’s beautiful none the less.

You kick your shoes off, bringing the hem of your dress a little higher as you step into the water.

It only reaches the bottom of your calves but it is freezing.

You could walk a little further and be submerged but with the temperature the water is at right now, you’d die of hypothermia in minutes, you’re sure.

You close your eyes as you take in the calmness of the liquid pooling around you.

“Kind of an unusual time to go for a swim”

The voice from the darkness of the woods causes your eyes to fly open in panic, you spin on your heels, stumbling as you do and falling into the water with a loud splash.

“Fuck!!!” you cry out. It’s only shallow here where you landed but being sat in the freezing water, your dress is sodden.

“I’m so sorry” they try to hide their amusement at you sitting in the water but you can hear it on their voice “I didn’t mean to startle you Miss

Y/N”

You let out a frustrating sigh as you let the man pull you up out the water.

“Loki” you say with gritted teeth.

Gritted in annoyance and in coldness as the wet parts of your dress start to cling to your body.

“What in gods name are you doing out here?” The God of Mischief asks you.

But you don’t answer, you don’t have answer.

“Could ask you the same” you mumble as your teeth start to clatter against one another.

“My brother causing you grief again y/n” Loki says it in a manner of fact rather than a question crossing his arms as he does so.

You look at him.

His face slightly lit up by the reflection of the moon light on the water, just enough for you to see genuine concern on his face.

“You really going to marry him come Sunday??” He lets out an exasperated groan.

You stare up at him.

He’s much taller than you, almost everyone is here but how close he is standing with you means you have to look up at him through your lashes.

You can see his face change to a curious one as

his gaze drops from yours to the top of your dress.

Emerald green, his favourite colour on you.

The tops of your breasts are almost spilling out of the corset and he can see the goosebumps covering your skin even in this low light.

Something stirs inside you as you watch him look at you up and down like the way he is.

He brings a hand up, almost brushing your cheek with the back of it but instead he moves his fingers into a wave type move and suddenly your clothes are wet no longer.

It was almost like a shift from coldness to warmth as you looked down to check you weren’t losing your mind.

Yup, your clothes are definitely dry now!

“How did you??” you start to say but can almost hear his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You Midgardian’s are always easy to please” he breathes out.

Your brow furrows at his words.

You’ve literally just jumped out a window after an argument with Thor and now his brother wants to make sarky comments at you.

Loki can see your facial expression switch to one of annoyance so quickly flashes you a cheeky grin.

Your feelings of anger start to melt away as he looks at you like he’s planning something.

“Oh y/n, I’m just messing with you”

His head is tilted slightly as his eye lids droop.

The slight lick of his lips by his tongue darting out of his mouth sends butterflies to the pit of your stomach.

What the??

It’s almost as if he’s sensing the same feeling as he closes the small gap in between you both, you can almost feel his chest heave against yours.

As he brings his hand up, stroking your cheek he repeats his words, this time a little more raspy.

“I’m…just messing..with..you”

Thats when it all happens at once.

A loud screech and boom of an exploding firework goes off above both your heads.

His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, his other snakes around the tight fabric of your, now dry, dress and settles on your waist.

You feel his lips crash against yours, his tongue parting them, making room for him inside your mouth.

You haven’t been kissed this passionately for a long time, as you kiss him back feverishly the god of mischief is urgent, sloppy, you both even have a few clashes of teeth.

But you don’t care.

You’re in the moment as you let out a slight moan against his mouth, his grasp on you gets tighter, pulling you into him, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You don’t know how long you’re stood there, body’s both entwined with one another as your hands have found a place wrapped around the back of his neck, kissing deeper, drinking yourselves into each other.

Darkness falls over you both as the last firework of the light show disintegrates into tiny confettis of fire.

Loki pulls away from you, panting he rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

He hadn’t realised just how much he needed this.

It was obvious he found you attractive, he laid eyes on you the same time Thor did when you first got introduced to the team back when but it was his brother that had you giggling and twirling your hair when he spoke to you.

He could never get a word in edgeways let alone anything else when his stupid brother was around you so instead, he settled for the quick glances or short conversations he had with you when you both worked for S.H.E.I.L.D back on Midgard.

He honestly didn’t see it coming when you agreed to moved to Asgard and start a life beside his brother.

Thor had always been a ladies man.

He knows he’ll never settle for one woman but he never voiced his concern.

He simply made sure he wasn’t around the palace when you both would fight or argue about everything.

It wasn’t his place.

“Well…I, er, I better get back to the palace” you tell the ground, not being able to hold the God of Mischief eye contact any longer as you catch your breath.

He looks up at you quickly, surprised at your sudden want to leave.

He was just getting started.

“I’m sure Thor cares deeply about your where abouts…” he snaps but instantly regrets his tone when he sees your eyes shut in pain at his words.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn and start to walk back up towards the palace.

“Thank you for er, drying me off” you call back to Loki, not wanting to look at him.

He’s right. You know your fiancé probably hasn’t even noticed you’ve gone but his words still cut deep on you, just like a dagger of his.

***

You almost drag your feet as you walk up the long corridor to your bedroom.

The images of your interaction with Loki racing around your mind.

Should you have left him so abruptly?

You can still taste him on your lips, your cheeks heating at the thought of you and him.

You drop your head to the ground as you walk past a few guests that are lingering in the halls.

Most of those from tonight’s gathering have left the palace now, a few drunkards have found their bed for the night on the benches lined along the corridors whilst others are still trying to continue the party down into the halls.

You turn the huge door handle to your master suite.

Always taking in the sheer beauty of the designs carved into the wood.

Asgard is and always will be a place of wonder. you smile to yourself but you get cut off from your thoughts by the sound of someone giggling.

Confused, you walk into your bedroom to find your future husband, almost naked apart from a sarong type of fabric wrapped around his waist, stood at the foot of your king sized bed.

He’s flexing his muscles and striking some ridiculous poses like he’s in a strong man contest.

You almost roll your eyes in embarrassment but then you spot her.

A women laid in your bed, her head resting on the very pillows you sleep on at night, giggling as she ooooh’s and ahhh’s at your fiancé!!

You see red…

“What the fucking hell is going on here?!” You basically scream out.

They both look at you completely dumbstruck, like your own bedroom is the last place you’d be in!

“Sweetheart! There you are” you hear the words that Thor says but you don’t look at him.

Your eyes are locked onto the woman, now sat up in your bed.

You storm over to her, your chest heaving with the rush of adrenaline inside your veins, you clear the distance between you both in a matter of seconds but just as you swing your arm back with intention for it to land on her face you feel your whole body get lifted up.

“Heyheyhey! Calm down baby!” It’s Thor, he’s wrapped his huge arms around you to stop you pouncing on this whore he has in your bed.

“Get the fuck off of me!” you scream out again, flailing your arms, hitting him, trying to get out of his grasp but he’s barely breaking a sweat holding you.

“She’s just a friend honey, that’s all” he tries to find an excuse for himself but you can’t hear him clearly.

Your head is spinning, all you can hear is the sound of your blood pumping in your ears!

“Let go of me!!” you sound desperate now. You don’t want this ogre of a man’s hands on you any longer.

“Miss Y/N??” You can work out the voice of Petra.

You stop fighting against the God of Thunder’s grasp as you glance towards the doors, she’s come running down the halls to find out what the screams are for.

That’s when you spot Loki also.

You almost stop breathing at the shock of seeing him stood there, why is he here?

“Everything ok brother?” he asks Thor but his eyes are boring into yours.

“Urgh everything’s fine Loki, she’s just having a moment” Thor almost laughs out.

This is humiliating.

Not only are being held like a tantrum-ing child right now but the very man who you walked away from, for fear of hurting your future husband, is also watching you fail at your attempts of escape.

And to top it off, Thor is trying to play it off like it’s you that’s lost your mind, as if no one else can see the other woman laid in your bed.

Thor senses you giving up the fight with him as he drops you from his arms.

Your legs almost buckle as you hit the floor but you stay on your feet.

You keep your gaze on the marbled floor, you feel defeated.

You have no idea what your next move should be but you feel the hands of Petra on your shoulders.

“Let’s get you a bath Ms Y/N. And with permission of our future king? You can stay in my room tonight?” she looks up at Thor, she wants to stick up for you, fight for you too but to go against her King is something she couldn’t bare to think about!

“Don’t be ridiculous, she wants her own bed, the one we share Petra” Thor laughs out.

But you, Petra, Loki and even the whore in the bed all look at him in surprise at his own stupid comments.

“I’m not going back in there” your voice sounds weak but you shoot a death glare at Thor “after that fucking cheap ass whore has laid her head in it”

Loki’s eyes widen at just how venomous your words are right now.

He’s secretly glad at them.

He’s always wondered just how far you’d have to be pushed in order to see Thor for what he really is.

Thor just lets out a chuckle, a nervous one, you notice as you let Petra guide you towards the door, arms still wrapped around your shoulders.

You stop just before it, as Loki steps out the way to let you both pass.

You don’t even want to look at him right now, you are so exhausted by the last few hours plus, the bath that Petra had previously mentioned is calling you. You don’t even want to look at him right now, you are so exhausted by the last few hours plus, the bath that Petra had previously mentioned is calling you.

***

The next morning comes around a little too fast, you barely slept a wink.

There’s a light knocking on the door as you hear Petra open it, she calls your name softly.

You don’t even bother to get dressed, instead grabbing the gown your hand maid had hung at the foot of the bed.

You barley have it tied around your tired, aching body before you’re presented with almost a full room of other people.

You grab at the hem of the gown, pulling it down a bit, suddenly feeling very vulnerable as you glance as the many faces turned to you.

Thor, with a smug ass face on.

Loki, looking like he’s been dragged along against his wishes.

Odin, wearing his stone cold face as always and Frigg, mimicking your tired face on her own alongside two other hand maids.

“Ms Y/N” Odin’s the first to break the awkward silence that’s filled the room.

You curtesy, awkwardly, trying to hold onto the very short gown you have on.

“It has come to my attention that there was an altercation with yourself and my son late last night?”

You almost want to scoff at the choice of his words but he continues his little speech.

“I hope the issues that has risen between you both can be put aside, for we have much to do for the coronation this Sunday…and the wedding”

You almost went to agree with his statement before he dropped that last sentence.

“I’m sorry? The wedding?” you definitely scoff this time.

“I can’t see why we should put this special ceremony on hold?” he says as he lifts both hands up like a shrug, looking at the others stood around the room.

“On hold?!” you repeat his words.

“It’s not on hold!” you tell him.

“Ah, see father! I told you. She wouldn’t do that to me. What did I tell you aye?” Thor pipes up, slapping Loki on the back.

The stupid asshole.

You think to yourself.

You can see the faces of Loki, Petra, Frigg and even the two hand maids looking at you, waiting for you to tell their idiot brother, future king, and son that he’s read your statement wrong.

“There’s no fucking wedding Thor!” you say through gritted teeth in fear of shouting at him.

“What??” He turns to you laughing nervously again.

Another silence falls on the room.

“I think we need to give them time” Frigg says, trying to calm the obvious tension in the room.

“I don’t need time” you say to her bluntly.

“I need to go, to leave…return to Earth…Midgard” you stutter your words trying to get your point across.

Loki’s eye widen at your words.

“Don’t be so rash honey” Thor says, walking over to you.

He steps into you, wanting to place his arms around you but you step back, away from his embrace.

He tries to grab you round your waist, to not make your rejection obvious but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!” you seethe.

“Y/N!” Odin’s voice bellows from across the room.

“This Sunday has taken a fair few weeks to organise, I will not see it go to waste” he states.

“I’m not marrying him” you simply tell the king of Asgard.

Thor glances down at you.

Shocked that you’re answering his father back but also because you sound semi serious about not being his wife.

“Oh you will” the coldness of Odin’s voice causes everyone in the room to hold their breath in sync.

“I won’t” you answer determined, having no idea where this new found confidence has come from.

Odin lets out a laugh, but it doesn’t contain one ounce of humour in it.

“Ms Y/N, are you going against your King’s orders??” He sounds so threatening all a sudden.

“You’re not my king” your voice basically a whisper but you don’t care, you’ll tell this man you’re not marrying his son until your face turns blue.

Everyone is silent, it’s deafening as Odin steps up to where you’re stood.

He’s not as tall as his son’s but through pure intimidation he looks huge.

You gulp down a breath.

“You are, by settled status, a citizen of Asgard are you not?” He asks you but you know he doesn’t need an answer.

“And by the land of the law, you will obey your King…you will obey, me!” He adds on that last bit so menacing.

“And if I do not? My…King?” You say looking up into his eyes.

Everyone in the room with you winces in pain at your words back to the King.

He simply smiles at you, not bothering to look at anyone else that is stood there. This message is for you and only you.

“It’s a long way down, for you” he smiles sickly at his own description of the dudgeon’s that are located underneath the city.

“You cant be serious father??” Loki being shocked at what is happening right now.

Odin doesn’t take his eyes off you, that same cold face staring into your soul, you can’t read anything from his body language.

“Deadly serious” he says quietly and turns away from you.

No! You can’t…you won’t..

You clear your throat.

“Until I am indeed married to your, idiot of a son my lord, I do not have to obey you, you are not my king” you say out loud to the King of Asgard’s back that is now facing you, in spite.

Before you can finish your sentence though, you’re hit with an almighty thud.

You drop on the floor as your right cheek heats up underneath the impact it had sustained.

The room and its occupants are left in stunned silence.

Odin struck you, right across the face.

The shock of the event causes the pain to be delayed but you soon feel the sting from the back of his hand on your face.

You go to speak but it’s almost as if the hit from Odin has caused the air in your lungs to leave as you don’t have enough in you to muster a few words.

He stalks over to the door, taking one last look at you still sat on the floor where you landed. He leaves the room with his Queen and the hand maids following closely behind him.

Frigg not even glancing back at you at she hates every single aspect of this right now.

Thor goes to pick you up from the floor but you scoot away from him shaking your head.

He huffs at your refusal for help and walks out the room, not even saying a word to Loki or Petra.

He leaves you there where Odin threatened you, attacked you.

You’re staring off into distance in disbelief at what just happened.

Petra and Loki are the only ones who stay behind.

Waiting for you to say something.

“I need to go” you say to yourself more than you say to them.

***

The next few days pass by in a blur.

You haven’t seen Loki since that morning you were assaulted by Odin surrounded by everyone to witness it.

He was ‘off world’ according to the handmaids, whose conversation you overheard.

Not that you could show that you cared.

You hadn’t been left alone.

Yes, you’ve always had Petra by your side but it’s as if Odin had ramped up the security around you.

Everywhere you went in the palace grounds, guards were following you closely.

You were ordered back into your bedroom that you shared with Thor.

You’d keep your eyes shut tightly as you’d hear him come back from where ever or who ever he was doing, hoping he was too stupid to figure out you were pretending to sleep so you could avoid talking or even looking at the asshole.

Your days were filled with dress fitting, hair and make up trials and food tasting.

You constantly had pages and pages worth of images of different flowers, candles, drapes, table and chair covers, shoved under your nose.

You’d nod your head at things every so often.

You were definitely on autopilot.

Not wanting to accept this is actually happening.

You wanted to scream, shout, hit out at these buffoons surrounding you but you couldn’t, not with the heavy words of Odin’s threat, lingering on your mind.

The day of the crowning ceremony, and the shambolic wedding, soon arrived and dread filled your chest as you heard Petra’s sweet little voice coaxing you out of your sleep.

You expected to see the sun light pouring in, as you’d soon be thrown into the hussle and bussle of getting ready to be a bride.

But instead you open your eyes to darkness.

You sit up in a panic, wondering what was going on but you spot an outline of someone standing by your bed.

They’re holding a small candle, just emitting enough light from it for you to work out it’s Petra stood there, in her nightgown with her finger over her mouth in a ‘shh’ action.

“What’s…what’s going on?” you try not to be too loud but your heart starts to slam against your chest at this unusual waking routine.

“Come” she whispers back to you, holding out a hand.

You trust this woman with your life.

You’ve only known her for 8 months but those 8 months have been filled with some emotional moments between you both, she’s more than just a handmaiden to you.

Which is why you don’t hesitate and take her out stretched hand.

Walking ever so light footed but quickly she moves over to the large window in your bedroom, before you can make a noise to ask her what’s happening, she lifts the handle quietly, the door clicking open and you both step outside.

The cool air of the night reminding you you’re just wearing a very thin nightdress.

You didn’t even bother to grab a gown nor any slippers.

She hurries over to the balcony edge, peering into the darkness covering the palace grounds as if she’s looking for something.

“What time is it?” you whisper put to her but she doesn’t answer.

Instead she turns to you and says “Jump”

“What?!” You try not to be loud but did she just say what you think she said?!

She grabs you under the arm, she has no time to waste it seems.

“Jump” she tells you again and before you can ask if she’s truly lost her mind once and for all you see the outline of an Asgardian Skiff coming into your line of vision.

You seem to let your feet do the decision making as you climb the balcony wall and step onto the hoovering craft.

You turn back to Petra offering out your hand this time to help her onto the boat but she simply shakes her head.

“Petra?” you call out to her but she smiles sadly at you as she lightly blows the candle out and curtesy’s as the Skriff starts to pull away.

You turn towards your pilot, already sensing who it could be and as you spot his cheeky grin, now being lit up under the moon light, you feel a sense of calm for the first time in ages.

“Not exactly dressed for the occasion are you Y/N?” Loki says to you, his eyes dropping to the very thin piece of fabric wrapped around you.

“And what exactly IS the occasion Loki” his name rolling off your tongue.

As his raises his eyebrows in answer to your question.

Flying off into the darkness, the lights from the palace disappearing into the distance.

Loki points the steering rod of the Skriff downwards, sending it into a descend so it could fly closer to the water surrounding the palace.

The sudden dive causes you to lose your footing, and Loki quickly lets go of it to catch you.

His arms snake around you, holding you close to his chest.

The warmth from his body radiates through yours as you close your eyes in comfort.

“You’re cold!” he exclaims as he quickly lets go of you, your body missing his touch almost instantly.

He shakes off his robe, wrapping it around you gently and returns to his embrace without a second thought.

This time your head is free so you choose to look up to his face.

His eyes are boring down into yours, as that familiar tingling feeling starts to flush your cheeks.

You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he’s taking. His heart is beating a lot faster than normal. Wether it’s due to the adrenaline rush of tonight’s rescue mission or being so close to you once again, you’re not sure.

“Loki” you breathe out.

“Almost there” he says but turns his gaze away from you, looking out over to the horizon.

You crook your neck to follow his line of sight and spot the outline of the caves that sit on the edge of Asgard.

He places you down on one of bench’s lining the side of the Skriff, without saying a word he returns to where he was stood before, his hands wrap around the steering rod once again.

You can’t help but stare at them, you’re in awe at the way he effortlessly guides this large craft to skim across the water so closely.

Your saviour is here…

He drops his line of sight to your face as he notices you staring up at him the same way you did that night by the lake.

A smile creeps across his face as he remembers the way your lips were on his, so desperate, so needy, gods, he needed to feel that again.

You expect the Skriff to slow down abit, surely Loki knows that to dock this unusual craft in rocky terrain like the caves, you need to take it nice and slow.

But he has no plans to.

Choosing instead to tighten his grip on the steering and pointing the boat straight towards a crevice in the caves.

That familiar grin of his flashes across his face as he can read yours, trying to work out what he was doing.

You look back at the caves, growing bigger and bigger as you get closer and closer to them, turning your glare to Loki’s face and then back at the horizon.

What is he doing?!

“Loki?” you call out to him but your eyes stay fixated on the caves you’re hurtling towards.

He doesn’t say a word.

“LOKI?!” you can hear the panic on your voice.

Is he mad?? We’re going to smash straight into the rock!

You’re almost at full speed now.

Flying towards the stone wall that will almost certainly be the reason for your death.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the impact, your ears are hit with a ‘whoooosh’ type of sound as the Skriff passes through the almost impossibly tiny crevice in the cave.

You immediately open your eyes and are met with a sea of colour rushing past the boat.

It lights up the whole craft with its mixes of reds, yellows, blues, greens and silvers as they fly past you or are you flying past it?

You can’t quite work out what it is.

You take the image of this falling rainbow in with awe, watching the many colours cause waves over the boat you’re on.

Loki doesn’t once look up towards them.

Instead his eyes stay on you.

He watches your face reflect the many colours and your eyes light up just as bright as they are.

You come out the other end of this beautiful rainbow type tunnel with another whooshing noise and once again you’re met with the darkness of the night.

Your eyes take a little bit of time adjusting, but you can no longer see the skyline of Asgard in the distance.

Instead you see you’re still over a body of water of some sort but in the distance you work out silhouettes of tall buildings, very tall buildings, lit up like skyscrapers.

“Where are we??” You call back at Loki but you don’t need him to answer, you already know.

You’re back in New York, you’re flying across the Hudson River!

***

It all happened so quickly, you don’t quite have time to think.

You and Loki disembarked the Skriff, but as you both step off it, he waves his hand and it turns from the beautiful Asgardian craft to a normal, bog standard boat bobbing up and down on the water.

You take his outstretched hand as he guides you up the small wooden steps of the decking and you almost have to jog behind him as he makes longer strides than yours.

“Where are we going??” You ask him but he doesn’t answer.

You spot a small SUV parked up underneath the one street light that isn’t working.

Was this set up here?

You ask yourself but soon get your answer as Loki opens the passenger door for you. His eyes are on you as he climbs inside the drivers side and starts the engine with no trouble.

You say silent whilst he drives up the road that leads to the harbour, you look out the window of the vehicle, watching the lights in the distance twinkle away, oblivious to the great escape you are currently on with the God of Mischief.

“We haven’t got much time” Loki’s voice causes you to pull away from your thoughts and look over at him.

“Time?” you repeat at him.

The sound of your sweet voice making him look back at you.

You look at him so innocently, as he catches glimpses of your face under the passing lights of the street.

A sympathetic smile grows across his face

“Odin, and the guards…they’ll be alerted by your absence by now” he says as he looks at you deeper “Thor also..” he trials off at the mention of his brothers name.

“I’m unsure what will happen to Petra for disobeying her king and accompanying an escape like this…” he begins to explain but has to look away as your face falls into sadness.

“No!” you close your eyes as Loki’s words hit you.

“We have to go back! For her, for Petra!!” you grab at his arm so he knows how desperate your pleas are.

“We can’t!” He says matter of factly as he trains his gaze on the road ahead of him, avoiding your eyes that were beginning to water.

You’re not sure how long you drive for as your thoughts go back to your handmaiden that has risked her life to save you from yours.

You spot you’ve pulled into a large gated property, like an army base of some sort.

The guard waves Loki through and he drives up to an all glass building and switches the engine off.

“This is you” he says softly, turning to face you completely.

You search for an elaboration in his eyes and he reads your body language completely.

“This is S.H.E.I.L.D HQ..” he starts to explain to you.

“You’re safe here,in the US as a US citizen you can’t be made to return to Asgard, by any law”

He sounds so formal all a sudden.

“Also, you know S.H.E.I.L.D will protect you” he places a hand on your knee and gives it a light squeeze as the look on his face reads as if he’s saying goodbye.

“You’re coming with right??” you ask him.

But he doesn’t say anything to you as he calls over a security guard to the car.

“Loki…please” you don’t mean to sound so desperate but you can’t just be dumped here alone.

“You’ll be fine Y/N” Loki says but doesn’t look at you as the security guard opens your door and offers his hand to you.

You don’t even glance the officers way, instead you lean over to the God of Mischief, you land your lips straight on to his again like that night by the lake. You use the urgency of your kiss as a way to plea for him to stay with you but you’re both interrupted.

“Miss Y/N” a voice comes from behind the officer, one you recognise from a mile off.

You keep your eyes on Loki as call out behind you.

“Fury” you actually sound happy to see him.

Which is funny as you mostly always bumped heads before when you worked for him.

You search Loki’s eyes for one last beg of him not to leave you but he looks away.

Swallowing down the threat of tears you step out the vehicle, refusing the officers hand for help.

“Great to see you again” you force a smile at him.

“Does Mr Laufeyson want his er, jacket back?” Fury asks you but dips his head so he can see Loki inside the car.

“You can keep it…for now” Loki smiles up at you, trying to make this a little easier on you.

“I’ll be back for it soon” he says to you as he flashes a ‘I’m sorry’ smile.

Fury links you under your arm, as if he knows you’ll have to be physically pulled away from the car and you let him help you walk up the steps into the building.

You don’t glance back, for fear of Loki seeing your upset face.

You’re so grateful to him, you owe him so much but you can’t help but feel gutted that he didn’t help you escape because he wanted you for himself.

You hear the engine of the car that assisted you in your escape start up and you have to force yourself not to watch it drive away.

***

You can’t seem to get much sleep.

Everytime you tend to drift off you’re met with images of a very angry Odin, surrounded by his guards, he’s dragging you up an imaginary aisle, but instead of your ex-fiancé being the one stood at the alter waiting for you, it’s some kind of hideous monster, snarling and drooling at you.

You sit up in bed in fright, looking out into the darkness of the room.

Fury did his best at given you an actual bedroom here at HQ rather than a cell but it’s bland.

Nothing like the intricate details the walls and doors in Asgard had.

Magnolia paint surround you now and 3 pieces of very white furniture dotted in the corners.

May as well be a cell.

You think to yourself, as you swing your legs off the bed, they land into a pair of fluffy slippers.

No cell would have these though.

You giggle softly at yourself.

Shuffling across the bedroom you open the little fridge door but your face falls in disappointment.

It’s empty.

You really need a water or something.

You grab Loki’s robe and wrap it around yourself, there’s no beautiful Asgardian satin gown waiting for you hung up by Petra.

You frown at remembering her once again.

There’s got to be a way…

You make your way down the corridor of the other apartments and into the small kitchen situated at the end of them.

Grabbing a chilled bottle of water from the fridge that’s there, a fully stocked fridge.

You almost choke on icy water as you down it so quickly.

“How did I know you wouldn’t be in your room?”

You spin around at the familiar voice in the dimly lit kitchen room.

“Loki! You’re here!” you breath out stepping closer to him.

You want to wrap your arms around him, feel his heat on you, have his lips crash down on yours once again but his whole body shakes, like some sort of a glitch when you reach out to him.

“Er, not quite” he explains to you.

“Ah” you nod in realisation.

Astral projection.

“Where are you?” You ask him but look down at your feet to hide your disappointment.

“Not Asgard if that’s what you’re thinking” he smiles at you, noticing you have his robe wrapped around you once again.

“Have you er, heard from, any of them?” You try to sound unbothered but you’re clearly terrified of them finding you here seeing the subject of your dreams right now.

“No” he simply says to you “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing” he finishes.

“Loki, I..I… need you here” you don’t care how pathetic you sound right now.

It’s lonely here in S.H.E.I.L.D HQ.

And after the events from the lake and in the car, plus him literally being your knight in shining armour, Loki has more than imprinted himself on you.

You never thought of the God of Mischief in this way before.

Yes he’s gorgeous, but he’s also full of surprises. He’d be in and out of Odin’s and Frigga’s good books and apart from the odd hello here and there, you never really talked to him much.

Now, however, there’s a very strong want no, need for him.

You NEED to have him arms around you.

You NEED to feel his hands on you, all parts of you.

You’ve never been kissed as passionately as you were by him and your body aches for it to happen again.

You especially feel that need in the pit of your stomach, right in your core.

“You have more than enough people here to ensure you’re kept safe Y/N” Loki’s serious tone switching on.

You nod in agreement but none of the other avengers are here now, they’re all dotted around the globe on little missions of their own.

Fury and Hill are situated here with you, along with a few guards and agents.

All human, you noted to yourself when Fury was giving you the tour.

If push came to shove and Odin and his army would come for you, these non-super-hero-beings wouldn’t stand a chance.

“That’s not what I need you here for…” you don’t mean to say your thoughts out loud but they slip past your lips.

Looking up at where Loki is projecting himself to you, you refuse to explain further. Knowing full well he understands in what way you need him for.

His magic is so powerful, so brilliantly well executed that he looks like he’s actually standing in front of you.

The image of him is so clear you can see his eyes shift from being filled with concern to one of lust.

His lips curl up at the ends, into his cheeky grin as he crosses his arms over his chest.

You notice his muscles flexing, straining under his leathers as he does so.

“Yeah?” he breaths out “and in what way do you need me for exactly…Y/N?” your name rolls off the end of his tongue and you feel butterflies growing below.

“Loki” you don’t mean to sound so needy saying his name but it makes his projection of himself shift slightly as his eyes break their contact with yours and makes their way to your chest.

The shirt Fury lending you was a little bit on the small side but it clung to your breasts perfectly, he noted.

You had on a pair of S.H.E.I.L.D gym shorts also but those being on the bigger side for your waist meant you had to roll the top band up a few times in order to keep them from falling down your hips.

Your thighs were a pretty sight also, he takes in the image of your tattoo that is peeking out the bottom of the shorts.

A old sketch type of drawing of a sun and moon, dancing together it seems and as you notice his eyes drinking you in you clench your thighs together.

He smirks up at you, knowing full well the affect he is having on you right now. And he didn’t need any form of magic to figure that out.

“You need to get to bed Y/N” His voice almost vibrating through him at the lower tone than usual.

You just nod slowly.

You don’t want to go to bed.

You want him to take you here and now in this kitchen.

Images of him grabbing you, lifting you up on the side counter and kissing you, hard, flash through your mind.

Your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands grip tighter into your flesh, marking you.

To have his mouth on your skin, his teeth perhaps?

You feel your arousal build up and you cross your legs in front of you to feel some sort of friction down there.

“Why, er” you clear your throat “why can’t you be here…with me?” you barely can talk properly as the heat radiates through your body.

You’ve never wanted someone so much like this before.

Loki just swallows hard as his eyes don’t leave your face.

He knows what things you are feeling right now as he, too, is feeling the same.

“Get.. to .. bed, y/n” he breathes out.

#loki x reader #thor odinson #king of asgard #fluff writing #beware the swear #pov #marvel

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Time in Flames

Summary: Estrid Odrsdottir has experienced much tragedy in her life. When her fiance, Prince Loki of Asgard, is executed in front of her very eyes, she swears vengeance on those that took everything away from her. After killing the All-Father, she is taken into TVA custody only to be thrown into a mission to hunt down and stop a man similar to her, a man that has lost everything.

Mered Rainer, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., finds himself a wanted man when he finds out the the organization has been infiltrated by Hydra. Hunted by the Winter Soldier, Mered finds himself in the hands of the TVA when he kills his would be assassin. Teaming up with a few variants, he plots a way to escape the grasp of the Time Variance Authority without much luck. Can the two find common ground in order to save the known multiverse?

Warnings: Character Death, Blood, Violence, Mentions of Self H@rm

Chapter 1: Vengeance

The palace doors burst open violently as a young woman burst into the dazzling Throne Room of her future father-in-law. Her deep purple Asgardian armor glimmered in the lamp lit room, the silver lining of the black and purple outfit almost glowing gold. Her silver horned diadem radiated a powerful light as the symbol of two entangled snakes seemed to be the main focus of where the illumination was attracted. A silver belt wrapped around her lower waist held the same symbol. The purple cloak around her shoulders was in pristine condition, only splattered with tiny drops of blood. Appearing in her slim pale fingers was a uru staff, the obsidian tips slicing through the air as the weapon opened, ready for battle.

Outside the sounds of war radiated as the armies of Asgard fought her troops. Her glowing purple gaze penetrated the marble floors, searching for her target.

“ODIN! Come and face me you coward!” She yelled, her smooth but booming voice echoing off of the gold walls.

“Estrid, stop!” A voice commanded from behind.

It was feminine in tone, which immediately gave away the identity of her intruder.

A slow methodical but crazed smirk etched across the young woman’s pale face as she turned towards her new company.

“Sif… Why am I not surprised? Come to protect your dearest father-in-law?” She taunted lowly.

The warrior's blue eyes held compassion under her stern gaze. There was a sword in her hand, the shield had been discarded in the battle beforehand.

“He’s your father-in-law too.”

Estrid’s face scrunched up in a mixture of rage and disgust at the sound of her words.

“He’s not my father-in-law! He killed any chance of that relationship occuring! I was never a part of his precious family!” Her voice hissed, causing Sif to frown.

“You knew his actions were deserving of the fiercest form of punishment!” The warrior replied, causing Estrid to snarl, her nose scrunching up in disgust.

“Death? Was that what he deserved Sif? DEATH?” She screamed, tears beginning to stream down her soft pale cheeks.

Her staff faltered slightly in her hand.

“He murdered our brother-in-law Estrid. What punishment should Odin have exacted instead?” Sif demanded, lowering her own weapon.

With teeth gritted and tears burning her cheeks, Estrid cried, “Anything BUT his death! Balder pushed him past the brink of sanity! And do you think your husband Thor’s remarks on how he should conduct himself helped? You all murdered my fiance!”

The young woman pushed forward, moving her staff with incredible speed. Sif barely had time to counteract her strike before it could slice open her middle. Estrid moved with ease as she worked to get the better of the warrior. Her movements were swift and fluid; a huge difference to Sif’s more forceful and brutal blows. The young woman made quick advances in the fight, knocking the warrior's feet out from under her.

Estrid’s emotions ran full and weighed deeply in her heart.

Sif was like an actual sister to her, always laughing in times of joy and fighting by her side in times of need. Now, they were on opposite sides of the battlefield, and one was on the precipice of death. Kicking away Sif’s sword and pointing her spear at her sister-in-law’s jugular, Estrid looked into her deep blue eyes.

Blood dripped slowly down her forehead from a newly inflicted wound. The two women exchanged looks before Estrid’s grasp on her spear grew tighter, her decision made. Images of her fiance flashed through her mind as she looked at the warrior.

His bloodied and bruised face filled her vision, deep bluish-green eyes focused on her brown. He walked over to the executioner's block no matter how much she protested. The axe raised over his head as she screamed his name one last time.

Estrid felt a blood-curdling scream leave her own lips as she bared her weapon down towards her adversary. Only, her weapon never made contact with flesh. Another spear raced towards her own, almost knocking it from her hands as it was forced away from Sif’s neck.

“Michelle, stop! Do not hurt her!” A deep voice commanded.

She felt every ounce of her blood run cold, her brown eyes narrowing as she growled, “YOU!”

Her gaze quickly turned towards the All-Father of Asgard himself, a fire beginning to burn deeply within her dark orbs. He was dressed for battle, wearing red and gold armor with a golden helm to match.

“Kinslayer! How dare you kill your own blood!” She screamed, running and attacking the King of Asgard.

He held up Gungnir to block her own spear.

“He disobeyed me, Michelle! There wasn’t another way! His actions on Midgard brought the consequences upon him!”

Estrid twirled her spear around as she shrieked, “Stop calling me that! You will never deserve that luxury again as long as you live! You killed your own son!”

Striking at him once more, Odin’s one bright blue eye narrowed as he continued to block her thrusts and parries.

“He killed Balder, his own brother. Loki is not my son!” He said, making the young Princess grit her teeth in rage.

A battle cry left her lips as the two began to fight once more. This time, Estrid forced more ferocity into her blows, soon knocking Gungnir from Odin’s hands. Her weapon pierced the All-Father’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards. His hands grasped the shaft of the staff as the young princess glared at him unforgivingly. She was past the point of no return.

“NO!” Sif yelled, “Estrid, stop this! Don’t do this, please!”

Her pleas only met deaf ears once more as Estrid twisted the point of her weapon into the wound, inflicting more pain as the All-Father slowly fell to the ground groaning from her torture. She watched the light begin to leave his eyes before pulling the shaft from his chest.

Walking over to him and grabbing him by the shoulder to keep him upright, Estrid whispered into his ear as his breaths became labored, “Say hello to Hela for me, old man. Because you and I both know she is less merciful than I am. After she figures out that you murdered her father, your place in Hel will be far from the fields of Valhalla. And when I meet you there, I will see to your punishment myself!”

Odin said nothing, only falling onto his back in death, his eyes glazed over and his mouth opened wide. Blood spilled over his lips, quickly drying inside his gray beard. Clouds began to form over the expanse of Asgard as thunder and lightning boomed and crackled.

“Michelle…” A deep booming voice called, “What did you do?”

Estrid recognized the tone of the Thunderer himself and slowly turned towards the warrior of Asgard.

“Giving the All-Father a taste of his own medicine, dear Thunderer. Now, I shall rule Asgard with more mercy than he ever gave a living soul.” She said with deadly calm.

Her purple speckled brown orbs met the electric blue of her future brother-in-law's orbs. Thor would kill her for her actions. She knew that. But she would rather die and be with her fiance again than being separated from him in life.

The Thunderer’s grip tightened around his hammer as he stared at the bleeding corpse of his father upon the marble floor behind her. A slow smirk grew across her pale lips, following his gaze with her eyes.

“Go ahead, Thor. Kill me and take retribution for your father’s death. I wouldn’t judge.” Estrid said, dropping her spear and holding her arms out in a welcoming gesture.

The God of Thunder stared at her, silent tears slowly falling down his cheeks. He reeled back his hammer to prepare to send her to an early grave only to falter. Mjolnir dropped to the ground with a loud boom that echoed over the Throne Room walls.

“I cannot. You are like a sister to me, Lady Michelle. My brother loved you with every ounce he could muster. Even in death, I could never harm the woman he loves. I would never be able to forgive myself.”

Estrid felt her resolve beginning to break once again. Why couldn’t he just kill her and get it over with already? He was weak. And she would rectify that weakness even if she had to do the job herself.

“Fine. If you won’t take retribution, then I shall do it for you.” She said softly as she grabbed her spear.

Both Thor and Sif’s eyes grew wide as Estrid pointed one of the tips towards her chest.

Acting quickly Thor picked up Mjolnir and ran toward her. He used the mighty hammer to knock the weapon from her hands. Estrid screamed in rage at the intervention.

“Stop Lady Michelle! This is not the way!” He protested, holding her in his grasp.

Estrid struggled in his arms as she let out agonizing bellows of sorrow. Why couldn’t they see that she needed to do this? She was suffering. All she wanted was to be with him again. The pain in her chest was torture that needed relief.

“Let me die! Let me see him again! Grant me this small sliver of mercy!” She begged in his arms as tears streamed down her face.

But the Thunderer refused to release her. Estrid shrieked in both pain and rage as a ring of fiery purple seid exploded around her, sending Thor flying backwards.

Sif was sent tumbling out of the Throne Room, giving Estrid time to close and lock the doors.

Turning to the eldest prince, she saw he was unconscious from her spell. Blood was dripping down his blonde head. Breathing deeply, Estrid sobbed as she picked up Gungnir, which was still laying a few feet away.

Turning the golden spear towards her, she looked towards the heavens and whispered, “I am ready to come home, my love.”

Shoving the weapon towards her chest, she closed her eyes, awaiting the sweet release of death. Only a hand grabbed the weapon, once again stopping her goal. Opening her eyes, Estrid was met with a strangely armored man.

The armor was of no material Estrid knew of on Asgard. It was foreign with its leather and metal materials. The suit itself is black but lines of orange decorated the outside of the helmet and plate pieces. A number written in block lettered orange decorated the right side of the man’s helm.

“Your death is not meant for this day, ML-267.” He said, forcing the spear out of her hands.

Estrid stared at him in shock, not expecting the sudden interruption.

Another person, a woman, dressed the same as the man slowly walked toward her, a gun in her hands.

“Variant ML-267, you are under arrest for disrupting the sacred timeline. Anything you say can and will be used against you. Put your hands on your head or force will be used to apprehend you.” She ordered, lighting the gun up, an orange glow radiating on the sides of the small pistol.

In her confusion, Estrid was able to maintain her wits, taking a step back and trying to teleport away from the strangers in front of her. Only the woman reacted quicker, shooting her with her pistol. Estrid screamed as her body locked up, freezing in time. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t finish her scream. She was helpless to the soldiers around her.

“Variant secure. Transport to be completed shortly.” The man said into a mic attached to his head.

The woman put away her gun and hoisted her over her shoulder, walking through an orange doorway.

But just as Estrid disappeared through the portal, she heard the man say, “Reset the location. Better there are no witnesses than to take a risk.”

And from that moment moving forward, Estrid had no clue just how much her life would begin to change.

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