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Leather-Bound (4)

Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader, Switch!Loki x Reader

Summary: You and Loki appear before the king, and Queen Frigga lets you in on a little secret.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! There will be a part 5!

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Minors DNI!, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, pussy slapping, face slapping, choking, flogging, spanking, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, orgasm denial, squirting, degradation, name calling, restraints, blindfolds, consensual sex, pain kink, vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics, fluff.

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PART 4

The walk to the king’s chambers was terrifying to say the least. Your heart pounded in your chest with every step down the gilded hall, and it did not help that you could still feel the remnants of your and Loki’s wild sex dripping down your left leg. It also did not help that said prince seemed not to have a care in the world, walking beside you as though he were taking a mere stroll in the gardens.

“Would you stop being so nonchalant?” Startled green eyes swung to you. “I understand you’re going to get off with a slap on the wrist but I am not so lucky. Unlike you, I am not the son of a king. The Allfather could have my head for this—”

“Father is not going to have anyone’s head—”

“—not to mention that ghastly princess and her barbarian of a father. I heard they mount the heads of their enemies on spikes outside of their castle. Some morbid form of decoration.” You shot Loki a disapproving glance. “Why would your father even suggest a union between you two anyway? That woman is a menace. Everyone in the nine realms knows it.”

“My father cares not for such tales. As far as he is concerned, Vanaheim has a strong standing, and a union would only serve to strengthen Asgard’s.”

“Then let her marry Thor,” you snapped. “He’s next in line, not you.”

Loki’s mouth thinned into a like for just a fraction of a second, then it smoothed into his usual façade. “Yes, but the Vanir are also power hungry. He’d never let that hellion of a woman and her conniving father that near to the crown. I suppose, from a strategic standpoint, I can understand his choice.”

“And you never once considered it?” Loki paused in his tracks. “Marrying her, that is. For all her faults the princess does seem to like you, and it certainly would be easier than defying you father.” Loki scoffed.

“I live to defy my father, and I am not afraid of some spoiled princess and her entitled father.” He took your hand in his, grasping firmly. “Come. My father hates to be kept waiting.”

You had never been in the king’s study before. It was a private room, reserved for the king and whoever he invited in. Four people were there waiting for you. Princess Linnea and her father, King Bohr, were among them. Both shared striking similarities— all red hair and icy blue eyes, both sets of which were on you. The princess’ slid down to your hand that was intertwined with Loki’s and her eyes narrowed.

“Do you see, father?” She pointed at you. “I told you. Prince Loki intends to break our engagement and run off with this whore.” Loki held you fast when you tried to break your hand out of his grasp. He positioned you slightly behind him so you were half hidden from Linnea’s spiteful words.

“Forgive me, princess, but there is no engagement. As far as I knew, there was just an offer. An offer,” Loki stressed, “that I have declined time and time again. My father must have thought inviting you both here would persuade me to change my mind, but as you can see, it has not. I apologize for making you both waste the trip.”

“The trip need not yet be wasted,” King Bohr spoke, with a pointed glance in your direction. He watched you as though you were dirt that you were used to cleaning off of the noble’s shoes. “Odin, my friend,” he said the word like a slur, “surely you can explain to your son why this engagement needs to go through. Vanaheim and Asgard have always been allies and there is no need to sour what has been a long standing, mutualistic relationship.”

King Odin had been silent since your arrival. Not once did he glance at you, saving his lone eyed gaze for his adopted son instead. Now he spoke, with that terrifying voice that could command respect from even the nastiest of enemies.

“I agree.”

“Father!”

“Silence!” Loki’s mouth snapped shut. “You’ve done enough. Embarrassing the princess. Cavorting with this maid who you’ll no doubt be bored of in a month or two.”

Loki grit his teeth. “That’s not what’s happening here. I care for her.” Odin chortled.

“I’ve heard that before, and you’ve never meant it. I cannot fathom that you might be telling the truth now.”

“Well, it is!” Loki insisted. “It is the truth! And even if it wasn’t, you still cannot force me to marry her.”

“Yes he can!” Linnea exploded. “He can, and he will, and you are going to marry me! You insolent, slutty excuse of a prince! You should be grateful I even want you!”

King Odin blanched. “Children—”

“Grateful?” Loki shot back. “The only reason you are even here is because you ran off three other prospects with your horrid ways!” Linnea gaped. “Yes, I heard all about that. Did you think I would not look into you?”

While their fight grew, and both patriarchs attempted to settle it, you noticed there was one person in the room who had not yet said a word; the queen. She sat at her husband’s side with a straight face, blue eyes taking everything in in that critical way you had often seen Loki do. When her eyes landed on you, she stood up. All the talking ceased.

“I wish to speak with the girl,” she announced. No one stopped her, not even when she glided over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up into her kind eyes and, for the first time since you entered the study, felt a sense of calm overcome you. “Come with me, child. Let’s leave the others to their fighting.”

ooOOoo

You had never been in the queen’s private parlour save for cleaning it. Though you were assigned to the prince, it was not uncommon for the other maids to take each other’s shifts to allow each other some much needed time off. You knew this place inside and out, could manouevre it with your eyes closed, yet sitting at the table while the queen asked you how you took your tea, you felt like it was unchartered territory.

“Sugar?” Your eyes darted up to the Allmother.

“S-sure, my Queen. I mean, yes please. Please, thank you.” Queen Frigga gave you a disarming smile.

“Relax, dear child. You’re not in trouble.” She added a sugar cube to your tea and pushed it towards you. “Drink.” You did. “Do you like it? I have the cooks use herbs I grow in my garden. My mother taught me how to grow them when I was a little girl.”

“It’s nice.” You took another sip of the tea, letting the earthy taste tantalize your tongue. “It’s wonderful, my Queen. Thank you.”

Frigga waved a hand. “Please. Call me Frigga. There’s no need for formalities. Not when you’re seeing my son.” Her blue eyes sparked with mischief.

“Q- Frigga,” you corrected yourself, “I wish to apologize for all the trouble. Had I known the prince was otherwise engaged, I never would have gotten involved with him. You must know that.”

“This is not your fault. In fact, it is I who should be apologizing to you. My son is very bright. Ever since he was a child, his intelligence has been a defining factor of his. That being said, sometimes he is not as astute as he thinks he is. Loki never should have done this.”

Your face dropped. “Oh.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Frigga put aside her tea and reached across the table for your hand. “My son is very taken with you. I can tell. He may act stoic and nonchalant but he has never quite been able to fool me. Loki likes you a lot.” She slid her eyes down to her tea, innocence filling her tone. “Is it safe to assume you have the same feelings for him?”

“Yes.” The word rushed out like a long-held breath of air. “Yes, I do. I like the prince very much.” Frigga smiled then. Clearly, your answer pleased her.

“Good.”

“Too bad it won’t work out.” You hadn’t meant to say that. The words came out before you could stop them, and you regretted it even more when you saw the look on the queen’s face. “I-I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Yes you did.” Frigga pushed her tea to the side. “Tell me what you mean by that.” Maybe it was the way she asked the question— a gentle commend rather than a request— or maybe it was all the stress and revelations of the day but soon, you found your mouth running like a fountain.

“It’s clear the king does not approve of me, and it’s clear that Loki is wanted elsewhere. I just don’t see the sense in continuing something that will not be fruitful. Loki is a prince of Asgard, and I am just a maid— he should marry a princess. He should help unite the kingdoms.”

Frigga lifted a brow. “Is that what you think?”

“I…” you faltered. “It’s his duty, isn’t it?”

“And what about duty to the heart?”

“The heart?”

“Yes, the heart. Loki clearly does not care for that princess, and honestly neither do I. She is not a good match for him. Their marriage would be unhappy and likely to end in disaster. Unfortunately, my husband cannot always see that. He is so focused on the realm that he often forgets his sons are not just princes, but beings with their own feelings and nuances.”

You brought your hands together on your lap. “So, what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“About this,” you gestured to the air. “About the situation at hand. Should I end things with Loki?”

“Do you want to end things with Loki?”

“No,” you said quickly, making Frigga smirk. “No, I do not, but-”

“Dear, are you and Loki being safe?” The question caught you so off guard you almost dropped your teacup.

“S-safe?”

“Yes, safe,” Frigga repeated. “Are you taking measures to ensure there will be no child born out of wedlock?”

You shifted in your seat, remembering how Loki had finished inside of you just a few hours earlier. “For the most part, yes.”

“Do you want children?” she asked. “Have you ever seen yourself as a mother?”

“Oh, yes!” You gave an enthusiastic nod. “I’ve always wanted to be a mother someday.”

“Good.” Frigga picked up her teacup. She raised it to her lips and fixed you with a sly look over the brim of the cup. “It’s wonderful that you’re both taking precautions. A baby out of wedlock fathered by one of the princes would bring such a scandal to Asgard that no princess would ever pursue a marriage.” She took a long sip of her tea, that knowing look still in her cerulean eyes. “And we wouldn’t what that, would we?”

You frowned, still a little confused by her sudden change of topic, but answered nonetheless. “Of course not.”

ooOOoo

It was a week later that you realized what the queen was trying to tell you. You were sat on Loki’s lap, chest to chest and arms up and around his neck. He had locked them there with the silk ties, keeping his own hands free to roam your naked body as he fucked up into you in the way he knew you liked.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered against your neck. “So sweet for me. Always so sweet for me.” You moaned against his shoulder, earning a warning smack on your butt cheek. “What do you say when someone compliments you, my little whore?”

“T-thank you,” you whimpered. “Thank you, my prince. I love having you in my t-tight cunt.”

“That’s a good girl.” Your body was spent from three orgasms, and you were already approaching your fourth. Loki, on the other hand, had only cum once in your mouth before he entered you. Now he was steadily on his way to another, and you had no idea how long that would be. All you knew was that his cock felt so good inside of you that you’d let him fuck you until you passed out. Even after if he so wished. “How are we doing, darling?”

“Good. So good, my prince.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Loki fisted your hair, tugging on it so your head fell back. You gasped when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking with fervor. His other hand reached down between you, rubbing your clit in precise circles that had your toes clenching and face scrunching up in pleasure.

“Loki!” Your nails bit into your palms, wrists fighting the restraints as you felt yourself falling. “Loki! Loki!” All you knew was his name. There were a million other words in the universe but none of them came to mind. The only thing that mattered was him, here with you, and the way your orgasm took you by surprise. “Fuck!”

“That’s it,” Loki grunted. A squeeze of your walls had him cumming inside you, filling you up in a way that you had long gotten used too. “That’s it, sweet thing. Take everything I give you.”

Your head flopped onto his shoulder while he finished, head lolling to the side in rapture. Loki’s cock finally stopped spasming within you after a what seemed like an eternity. He pressed a kiss to your forehead—a gesture that was now habitual— and brought a hand up to caress your naked back. For a few moments, the world disappeared. The world disappeared and it was just you and Loki on his comfortable desk chair, basking in the afterglow of another amazing round of sex as though you had not one care in the world.

Except you did have other things to care about, namely one in particular.

“I should get up.” You wondered if he could hear the reluctance in your tone. “Go take a bath and wash this,” you gestured between them, “off me.”

“Wait,” Loki gripped your upper arm. “Stay for a minute. I’ll come take a bath with you in a bit.”

“You can join me when you’re ready, Loki. You know I don’t mind.” Once more, you tried to lift yourself off his cock, and once more he held you in place. “Loki, I have to-”

“Go wash off, yes I know.” He leaned forward then, capturing your lips in a kiss. It took no time at all for you to melt into it. Such embraces between you two were now as common as breathing. “Stay with me, darling,” he whispered between kisses. “Just for a little while.”

“This isn’t fair,” you told him. In response, he moved to your neck. Your head fell back, allowing him more space to kiss and suck. “Loki…”

“Darling,” he whined back. “You’re so fidgety today.”

“And you’re so clingy today,” you teased back. “Come on,” you tapped his shoulder. “I’ll let you take a bath with me if you let me go.”

Loki snapped, “I’m not letting you go. Would you just sit quietly and let me—” he cut off his words so harshly you swore he bit his tongue. You almost expected blood to start leaking from his mouth.

“Let you do what?” Loki stayed silent. “Loki, let you do what? You sound like you want me to sit here on your cock for the rest of the day, but you know I can’t do that. You came inside of me and since you don’t have the ingredients for that contraceptive, you know I have to wash it out. I can’t get pregnant. You—”. You stopped, noting the guilty look on Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, Frigga’s words from that day in the parlour floated back to you. “Loki?”

He looked away. “Yes, dear?”

“You know I can’t get pregnant, right?” You spoke to him as though he were a frightened animal. “Loki?” His eyes dipped down. “Oh Gods! Loki!” You flicked his shoulder. “I knew it! You’re trying to get me pregnant!” He did not answer, so you climbed off of him with a huff. “Unbelievable!”

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of pervert. It’s not like I was trying to trap you. We know perfectly well pregnancy is a consequence of unprotected sex—”

“We were never having unprotected sex until you stopped being careful!”

“It’s not like you ever had that issue before!” Loki’s eyes were blazing. “If you wanted me to stop finishing inside you all you had to do was say so! You never once stopped me. And don’t act like you don’t want children. You’ve spoken to me many times about it.”

You reached for his discarded tunic and angrily threw it over your head. “Yes, someday. When I’m married. I’m not going to be another maid who spreads her legs for some high born and ends up discarded with little kids to look after. I won’t do it!”

“Who said I was going to discard you?” Loki gestured around the room, where your belongings now joined his. “I moved you in here with me! I am with you against the wishes of my father because I want you. That stupid princess and her father might be hoping I’ll change my mind but we all know I won’t. What’s the problem?” You threw your hands in the air.

“The problem is you’re doing it again! You’re making decisions without including me and hoping that I’ll just go along with it. I don’t care how smart you are! You cannot just expect me to bend to your every whim!”

Loki scoffed. “That’s not what I’m—”

“Yes! Yes you are! You did it when you neglected to tell me about the princess and you’re doing it now! You can’t just move people around like pawns on a chest board to get what you want! If you don’t understand that—”

“I understand that well,” he growled. “What you don’t seem to understand is that the threat of my father forcing me to marry that princess is very real. He can have you sent away or have me sent away until I do his bidding, and not even my mother can stop him. This is the easiest way for us to be together.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “You can’t possibly believe that. Loki,”you clasped your hands together, willing him to understand, “I would love to have a child with you, but it cannot be like this. Bringing a child into this world in a situation like this is not the answer. It’s too much responsibility to place on a babe! How can you not see that? Please tell me you see that!”

Tears were falling down your face by the time you finished. Loki, who had now fixed his pants back in place, began pacing the floor. He looked at you, and you could read every emotion on his face. The guilt, the disgust for himself and his actions. The utter destruction and hopelessness he felt inside. “Loki…”

“I don’t know what to do!” he hissed. “I don’t have the answer to this!”

“Loki—”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered through tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do!” It was like his legs gave out. His knees wobbled and his body crumpled onto the floor, only just catching himself in time to land on his butt. You walked over to him with a sigh, taking a seat on the bed rather than the carpeted floor. He placed his head on your knee and let you run your fingers through his hair as he spoke.

“There’s a law,” he began, “old and meant to be ratified but overlooked all the same. It states that any heir born of an heir cannot be done so out of wedlock, meaning that if you were to end up with child—”

“You would have to marry me,” you concluded. “We could be together.” And now, you understood. Frigga’s words had not been a warning, rather a sly push in the right direction. She was giving you a way to be with her son. “Loki, I shouldn’t have to have a child for us to be together—”

“But—”

“No. Let me speak.” You slid off the bed and onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around your waist. His green eyes were sad as they took in your face. “I enjoy being with you. I’ve wanted you for so long and part of me still can’t believe that we actually happened. You’re a prince, for Valhalla’s sake! You’re a prince and you noticed me. You wanted me.”

Loki chuckled. “Don’t sound so surprised. You’re a catch, darling. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” He closed his eyes and placed his forehead against yours. “I was lucky to have you.” Loki kissed you then— soft, slow, not at all the desperate clutch you expected it to be. When he pulled back, there was resignation in his eyes. “This is over, isn’t it?” You nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, brushing away the wetness from your eyes. “Can you do one thing for me?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t leave me alone tonight.”

That was when you broke. You dropped your head into the crook of his neck to muffle your cries, but they filled the room anyway. Loki was right behind you with his own display of depression; soft sniffles mingling with your loud sobs. His arms were around you so tight you were sure they would cut off your circulation altogether. You didn’t care, though. You would gladly let him smother you to death if it meant the pain blossoming in your chest would stop.

“Darling?”

“Yes, Loki?”

“If it at all makes a difference, I think I lo-” You pressed a hand to his mouth.

“Don’t.” When you were sure he would stay silent, you let your hand drop to the side. “Just don’t. Just… sit here and hold me.” His chin touched your head— a sign of his nod— and you buried your face in his chest again to let the rest of the tears fall.

ooOOoo

The month following your breakup with Loki went by quicker than you expected. Instead of lagging, the days flew by like lightning. First a week, then two, then it had been a month since you moved out of the prince’s bedroom and back to your maid quarters. You were lucky the king let you keep your job, and you were even luckier that none of the other maids seemed to have any animosity towards you. As a matter of fact, they all seemed to blame Loki.

That bastard prince, they would say. Trapping a poor young maid and tricking her like he always does. It was an untruth, admittedly one you let run wild. You supposed it was easier to let them hate Loki than tell the truth. It was simpler to bask in that hate rather than explain how you fell for a prince you knew you could not have yet deluded yourself into thinking you could.

It was better, you decided, than facing the fact that you loved him.

“Hey!” You jumped, almost dropping the fresh towels bound for the queen’s room. She had firmly stated to all involved that upon resumption of your duties, you would now be serving her. Though you much preferred her son, Queen Frigga was an easy woman to work for.

“Sorry,” you told Isa, the brunette friend you had known since childhood. You placed the queen’s towels on the table and turned to her. “I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I’m asking if you saw this?” There was an expensive looking envelope in her hand, and she sported a guilty look on her face. “It fell from the bag of one of the messengers when he was leaving for town. I saw the prince’s name so I snatched it up, and, well…”

“Well what?” you demanded. Loki had made himself scarce since you parted ways. Anytime you broke and asked for him, you were always told he was away on business or out with friends. Sometimes, though, when you were roaming the castle halls alone or busy with chores, you swore you caught a whiff of him. That mixture of sweet and savoury that would not leave your mind no matter how much you tried to forget it. And when you would smell him, and turn your head in the direction of it, all you would see was a faint glimmer of green.

“I no longer think I should say.” Isa whispered. “I don’t want to upset you.”

“Just show me.” She did, and your heart sank to your feet. “Is this…”

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly. “They’re getting married.”

You forced your eyes away from the gold paper, from Loki’s name entwined with Linnea’s and a declaration of their union. “Oh,” you whispered. “When?”

“Next week.”

“That can’t be possible.” You pointed to the date. “That’s clearly next month. Have you forgotten what day it is?”

“Have you?” Isa questioned as though you were slow. “This date is next week. The entire castle is in a flurry trying to get ready with such little time.” She spotted the look of disbelief on your face and gestured to the calendar on the wall. “Go check the date if you don’t believe me. It’s right there.”

You did go to check the date. Over to the wall and to the little calendar you both shared, and once again you stopped.

“That can’t be right.” You began counting days in your mind. “That cannot possibly be right because I- Oh!” You whirled around to face Isa, a hand pressed to your mouth. “Isa!”

“What?” She reached out to grab your upper arm. “What is it?”

You swallowed against a dry throat and pitched your voice low so no one but her could hear. “I haven’t bled since I left the prince!”

Part 5

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