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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 4 months

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“A Strange Little World”- Loki x Reader

As the walls of duty and destiny close in around you and your secret lover, Loki proposes that you wash your hands of it all and start your own palace of dreams out in the realms.

Pairing: Loki x Asgardian!F!Reader Content Warning: sexism, forced marriage, military conscription, Odin is a massive c**t, some lusty thoughts, mostly longing and comfort fluff Word Count: 5.1k

You liked to ‘play house’ with Loki, but it didn’t mean the same thing to you that it would to other couples.

Whereas the mere mention of the game for most would conjure images of naughty romping and playacting in the buff, for two good little citizens of Asgard’s elite, it was a bit more literal than that for you.

Your lives were already so chaotic, with expectations raining down upon you like hot stones, forcing you to duck one way and leap another every waking second. Loki, as a prince of the realm, was moved around by his family and tutors like a pawn on a chessboard. He was kept constantly on his feet with everything from physical training to seidr sessions, diplomacy lessons, holding court, touring the front lines, etc. Odin had even begun to parade possible brides before his second son, evidently refusing to accept your rank as worthy of the royal family.

For your part, you were also being tossed about the whipping winds of life as a courtier. Finishing school had been rough enough, but your quest to join the Valkyries had only just borne fruit. Alas, this was against your father’s wishes to marry you off instead. Your days were spent doing everything in your power to convince your family to release you from a marriage contract made to a distant cousin years ago in order to join the elite team of fighters.

Not to mention, Odin considered Valkyries to be worthy of a prince’s hand.

What you never understood was how Odin, in his supposedly infinity wisdom, couldn’t foresee that allowing two youths to run around as playmates in childhood could possibly lead to a romance as adulthood took hold. As children, you and Loki joked about what you would name your own sons and daughters. When you both began to realize the jokes were turning into sincere wishes for your future, it all changed forever. Odin began eyeing you with suspicion and disdain where he once smiled with fatherly affection. He’d outright rejected your suit when Loki brought it to proposal.

Once it became all but apparent that your affectionate interludes with Prince Loki were temporary at best, you refused to give in to it. Instead, you began meeting in secret, which was easier than imagined for a Prince and his muse, for behind the armoire in his bedchamber was a hidden door, which led to a small winding staircase. The hidden passage led to a cozy sitting room with only a few chairs, a table, and a fainting sofa over by the window. The room was trimmed in gold, the walls a faded, light green. Perhaps once it had been used for the same purpose it now was, but for one of Loki’s own ancestors (you only hoped they approved of you more than the Allfather did).

Nothing brought you or your princely lover more joy than to sit in his private parlor and regale one another about your stressful days bowing to the whims of the Allfather’s court. Thus, like a married pair, you chose to sneak away after supper each night to Loki’s chamber to have dessert and tea, and to pretend that the hard, demanding world outside his window wasn’t there, perhaps dissolved away in an after-storm fog. Perhaps his sitting room was flying through the clouds, up, up, and away from Asgard…

The lovemaking was always sublime, but even at your quietest, sipping tea and sharing a slice of pastry, you were in paradise as long as he was beside you. You hung on Loki’s every word, no matter what he was describing or how well you understood it. In return, he smiled and took your hand whenever you expressed your own fears for your future.

“Like a husband and wife,” Loki had tenderly whispered once, a grateful smile unrolling like a banner across his lips. “I cannot tell anyone else what I express to you every night with perfect ease.”

You and Loki did what no one else in any of the nine realms bothered to do: you listened to one another. Loki wove a tapestry of emotion, conflict, and dreams whenever he spoke. Even describing the most mundane of daily activities was like listening to a sonnet. He observed the world differently from most people. His mind was beautiful (as was the rest of him). If only his wonderful thoughts weren’t wasted on unreceptive ears like the King’s.

Additionally, it was obvious that he found your own rambling monologue like the preface to a grand story in which he just had to immerse himself. Whether you were bemoaning your betrothal plans or how itchy your ceremonial robes were, he drank in your every word like a rich, intoxicating wine.

However, not every night was for unloading your troubles. Some nights, like the one you presently found yourself in, were for fantasy. You and Loki had just finished making love in his bed, and now you were wrapped only in his bedsheets and sitting in his secret room, waiting for dessert to be delivered. Loki had only covered his lap for the sake of the servant when he came with tea.

“Did you take the contraceptive I sent?” he asked once the servant left.

“Of course,” you replied, sighing to yourself. “I always do.” Of course precautions would be necessary if you were to continue sleeping with the Prince, but it sometimes drove home a fact that gave you great sorrow: one day soon, someone would be proudly carrying Loki’s heirs, and it wouldn’t be you.

He sat back in his chair and spread his legs apart, rendering the small lap blanket he’d halfheartedly covered himself with entirely useless. He looked out the window into the fading summer light with a dreamy gaze in his eye. “I’ve been thinking, and I don't like Henrik for a boy after all.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the teapot, at least until Loki instantly sat up in order to get to it and pour your cup before you could do it yourself. “Thank you,” you said softly, taking a sip of the hot, floral tea, letting its mellow aroma settle your nerves for a moment before adding your thoughts. “And I told you before I won’t EVER allow a child of mine to be named…ergh…Henrik.”

Loki gave a hearty chortle as he reached for a handful of candied pecans from a small bowl. “Too common for my Princess’ babe, is it?”

“Too common for a stable raker,” you retorted. After a moment of silence, you added, “Out of curiosity, do you have anything better in mind?”

“There are hundreds of names worthy of a child of the royal family,” answered Loki, popping two nuts into his mouth and taking a moment to chew and swallow them before carrying on. “However, there are far fewer names worthy of a child of ours.”

You wanted to move forward with your scenario, naming your offspring, planning your household, raising your future higher than it could ever be in truth. However, you had something you needed to tell him now, before anything got too difficult for you to say.

“My father has summoned Birger for the official betrothal,” you blurted out, causing Loki to startle and put down his tea cup with a little too much force. “He says he shall arrive tomorrow.”

He scoffed, leaning back again in clear disapproval. “Does your dear father know that marrying one’s cousin is nothing short of repulsive?”

“You know he is of the old ways, he knows most disapprove of his plans,” you said sadly, looking at your reflection in the cup before you, a single tear falling suddenly from your eye and landing in the middle of the brown liquid. “But that still doesn’t save me from it!”

Loki grunted like a frustrated boy, biting his lip to keep from letting the entirety of his unflattering judgements loose on you. He was still your father, after all, and Asgardian custom always demanded respect from one’s children. But something was occurring to him: an idea slowly coming into focus behind his eyes.

You’d expected him to say something by now. “Loki? Darling? What is it?”

“It suddenly makes sense,” he answered, leaning over the table and extending his arms out to you, open-palmed hands asking for yours. “My dear, I’m afraid they’re plotting deliberately against us, your father and mine both.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, gasping with surprise as you folded your hands into his from the other side of the table.

“Odin informed me over breakfast today that I am to serve my military conscription, beginning four days hence.”

“No!” you nearly shouted. “Please at least say he’s sending you to Vanaheim or Alfheim--”

“--regrettably, Thor and I are both being shipped like common rats off to Svartalfheim. There’s rustling in the air of an invasion.” The bitterness in his voice was unmistakable.

For you, the tears came more freely now. “But it’s dangerous there! You could die on the front against the Dark Elves!”

Loki shrugged. “Even Odin wouldn’t sacrifice his sons so thoughtlessly. We will be fighting from the tents, my darling, please believe me.”

“So, the King is sending you away to fight at the same time I am to be formally engaged,” you realized. “Tearing us apart forever.”

Loki squeezed your hand as his skin turned cool. “A mandatory conscription is for ten moon cycles,” he reminded you. “You will be wed by the time I return.”

“And you can’t get out of your duty?” you asked frantically. “You’re a Prince! Use your privilege to revoke it!”

He shook his head and brought your right hand to his lips, where he placed a sweet, tender, sad kiss on your fingers. “Desertion is death, even for one such as I.”

“Then what are we to do?”

He shrugged, at a loss as much as you were. “I have no idea, I’m afraid.”

After a moment’s awkward pause as you contemplated your dilemma, Loki added, “And your cotillion, which I presume your father will hold with all the appropriate pomp?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

Loki looked over his shoulder, toward the setting sun in the window, which cast orange beams of light about the room behind your heads, giving the room a peaceful glow as night set in. “Truly, I thought Thor would have at least had his engagement gala by now with Sif. Meanwhile, I’d only imagined my own with you.”

You bit on your lower lip to keep it from trembling.

“However,” he went on, running his thumb casually over your knuckles, “I can imagine they are a rather dull affair. After all, every debutante ball I’ve been dragged by the ankles to witness has had the energy and excitement of an execution. A betrothal ceremony and celebration can hardly be better, can it?”

“As if that sentiment helps how I feel,” you mumbled.

You tore your hands from Loki’s grip, getting up from the chair and going over to the window, your back to Loki. After a moment, you sensed him moving in behind you before wrapping his arms around your belly, swinging you softly back and forth.

“You know it’s a crime to turn your back on your sovereign, Princess,” he said, his deep, gentle tone mismatching his words.

“Sadly, you aren’t my sovereign. Odin is,” you whispered, barely audible even to him. “And it seems to me that he has us like flies on his web.”

Loki’s mind was floating away the more he touched your warm body. “How lovely the sunset is tonight, chasing the fog away. Wouldn’t it be divine to walk down to the orchards on the edge of the city to watch it from the rolling knolls?”

You smiled and closed your eyes, losing yourself in fantasy. “I can almost hear Juni and Vali giggling and running around one of the fruit trees. Vali always tries to steal a lemon to throw around at her, the rascal!”

A moment of silence. “Juni?”

You turned your head, jerked out of your luxurious inner tableau. “Yes, Juni.”

“Vali is considerable,” Loki admitted, “But Juni? Is our daughter a cat?”

You giggled as Loki’s silly ramble reached a climax. “Can you see her debut? ’Now announcing to the court and the Nine Realms…Her Royal Highness, Princess Juni of Asgard?!’” His mock horror nearly brought you to your knees in laughter. “I’d sooner name her Thora.”

You turned around, facing your Loki and slowly cupping his cheek with a gentle hand. “Maybe we should stop this. It doesn’t matter now, does it? Juni will never be. Nor will Vali or any other of our ghost-children.”

“Ghosts are dead,” Loki stopped you, leaning into your cheek and shutting his eyes. “Our children are merely yet-to-be.”

“Never to be,” you corrected him, leaving the pair of you in depressed silence for minutes until he broke it with a kiss and a sigh.

“I should leave you,” you said, your eyes flooding with hot tears again. “Maybe it will be better if we never see each other again.”

He looked hurt by your decision, even frightened. “I can’t do that. I want to spend our last hours together in your arms and weaving our false hopes together in this strange little world we’ve made together.”

“Tell that to your father, and mine,” you snapped back, turning away again, not wanting for him to see you break down entirely. “It would make the separation even more difficult for us if we don’t just ignore one another until you leave for the front lines.”

After yet another uncomfortable pause, you felt Loki put a hand on your shoulder. It felt cold.

“Perhaps so,” he finally agreed. “But if you ever need me, I’ll come to you before your heart beats again.”

With nothing to say that wasn’t an outpouring of pleas and love, you quickly abandoned him in his secret closet, crestfallen and lonely once more. You didn’t make it back to your rooms in the palace, needing to hide behind a statue of Allfather Bor to hide your sobs.

Your father, Njord, was descended from one of the lesser branches of the Asgardian elite families. No royal blood to speak of flowed through your veins, but just enough nobility to warrant membership of the highest social class, and some degree of access to the court and King.

There was also just enough prestige in your lineage to call for a formal debutante ball when you reached majority, as well as a formal engagement cotillion to acknowledge the arrival of your bridegroom, complete with a banquet barge that spent the day floating carelessly in circles around the palace moat.

Njord, social climber he was, spared no expense for the revelries in order to show off the little status he held, going so far as to dare to extend an invitation to the royal family themselves. The barge was decked in your family colors: sapphire blue and silver, in the form of perhaps a few too many banners and garlands. You thought the decorations were so many that the yacht could sink under the added weight.

You were arrayed in the finest sapphire silk your parents could find, which, as it turned out, was merely a gown borrowed from a relative who’d never worn it. Still, between the soft, clingy fabric and the shimmering silver family crest hanging at your throat, you were a radiant sight.

Traditionally, the barge made three laps around the palace without the bridegroom on board. On the third go-around, he would embark and make a presentation before you and your parents, after which the boat would continue circling all afternoon as everyone aboard flooded their minds with wine. Those first three laps took nearly an hour to complete, and each second that passed, each inch that was sailed, you grew more and more nauseated.

You may as well have jumped into the water. You were already drowning in a sea of insincerity, lost in waves of mindless chatter about dish patterns. Meanwhile, your soul floated above your head, looking for Loki in each window of the castle, wondering which room he sulked in. Was he watching as your yacht floated by? Was he trying to get a good look at you in your dress? Or did he turn away and flinch as you rode past?

Birger and his mother, a widow with a perpetually-puckered lip, boarded without incident as the barge made a temporary berth at the palace gate. He was dressed in matching color to yours, his shiny blonde hair swept back into a bun, a gold chain obscured by a few to many ruffles at the neck. He was handsome, but his big brown eyes looked somewhat vacant, as if he was only partially aware of his surroundings. Or perhaps, he was looking for you.

Led along a red carpet, Birger and his sour-faced mother bowed at the waist before you and your parents, beginning the formal engagement ceremony,

“My father-to-be,” mumbled the hapless groom, “I am here to present myself as a suitor for--”

Trumpets sounded suddenly from within the palace in the musical chord that always announced the approach of the Allfather. It was so well-known that everyone turned and bowed at the knee in reflex, aside from yourself and Birger, who was still standing dumbfoundedly in front of you.

“It can’t be!” exclaimed Njord excitedly. “Y/N! Bow! The Allfather is here!”

Odin sauntered regally to the barge with his usual entourage following adoringly behind. The King was flanked on each side by his sons. Thor wore his usual light armor and red cape, looking as dashing and prideful as he ever was.

Loki, of course, had dressed himself as formally as possible, wearing every piece of princely insignia he owned, flaunting his rank like a peacock’s tail. His dark green jacket was buttoned to the chin and had nary a wrinkle. He’d braided his hair in a rope down the back of his neck, a style he knew all too well that you adored. Over his chest laid a gold sash tied at the hip, and around his legs were black trousers lined at the hem with gold trim. He even wore the tiny gold earring studs you once gifted him with for Jol.

You wanted him. You needed him. And he knew this ceremonial outfit of his drove you wild.

You scoundrel, you thought to yourself, your eyes unable to detach from his image as he drew closer.

“Lord Njord of the Westlands,” Odin called out, his booming voice going against what would otherwise have been expected from his old man’s frame, “I greet you in jubilation at the engagement of your only daughter, and my sons and I hope to join you in your revelries this afternoon!”

Njord looked about to urinate. “I…ugh….YES YOUR HIGHN--”

“--we greet you most humbly and invite you to our feast!” interrupted your mother, much more calm. “We are honored by your attention, Allfather!”

“Then let the festivities continue!” Odin declared with joviality. A cheer rang up from everyone aside from yourself, your intended, and your soul mate. You and Loki were tense and sorrowful. Birger was nervous now that his presentation would be witnessed by the most powerful man in the Nine.

The royal procession moved onto the barge, and once the boat sailed once more, Birger was invited to continue his formal proposal. He had come with a poem of his own creation: a simple, four-lined stanza about marriage that didn’t even rhyme. Afterward, he took out a lyre and began stroking out a painfully simple song that was traditionally taught to children as a first assignment at a music lesson. Loki was cringing from the stern of the boat, near a door that led down into the hull. You tried hard to stifle a giggle, and the urge to reject the man right out only grew as the insipid ballad went into third and fourth reprises.

You were so distracted that Njord had to recite your line for you after the presentation was (finally!) finished: “My daughter accepts your suit, and four cycles hence, you will wed before the Allfather and share in your joys and sorrows until the end of time.”

Your sadness reached an apex when you realized that not only would Loki be away for ten cycles, but with your wedding so soon, you could be well into a pregnancy by the time he returned, and what image would that be with which to greet your soul mate?

Another cheer rang up, but your nausea was making your face turn hot, and you only had a moment to absorb the event before the world turned to watercolor before you, and you sank to your knees. In your stupor, you could hear a few gasps, your mother calling your name, and a few scuttling feet.

Taking off like a shot, Loki got to you first in spite of the distance between you, using his godlike speed to ensure that he would be the one scooping you up instead of your fiance.

No matter, he was still standing on the red carpet, dumbfounded, a string having snapped on his lyre.

Loki ran with you into the hull, slamming the door behind him and seeking out anything on which to lay you down. He came across a cushioned bench under a porthole, and as soon as he set you down, you came back, smiling at the view of his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t eat this morning out of nerves.”

“Understandable, Princess,” Loki muttered sweetly, taking your hand in both of his, closing them around yours as if they held a precious jewel inside that needed to be protected. “You should know that this was all Odin’s doing. He’s trying to motivate me to turn my back on you by bringing me here.”

“I thought so.”

He went on. “Yesterday, he tried to tell me that you were excitedly preparing for your wifely duties with your…cousin. When I didn’t believe him, he forced Thor and I to attend the party today, as if rubbing my nose in your engagement would rend my love from me!”

Loki leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Do you need water, love?”

You nodded, even as the haze around your vision faded and your senses returned.

“Have another fetch it then, and leave us.”

Odin’s darker, authoritative voice was enough to force Loki to stand at attention, conditioned to do so from the first day he toddled upright. He’d followed you below decks.

Loki looked at you with concern, but you replied by stubbornly shaking off his offered arm as you got to your feet. “It’s okay, love,” you said to Loki. “I presume the Allfather wishes to personally congratulate me on my engagement.”

“Indeed, and to see to your health, of course,” Odin replied with a frown, looking expectantly at Loki again. This time, upon hearing your release, Loki defiantly kissed your brow again before looking his father in the face, brushing past him angrily to go upstairs.

After he was certain that Loki was gone, Odin turned back to you. You did give him a small curtsy. “I am glad to see you on your feet again,” remarked Odin. “Tis a pity to see a bride fall ill at her own cotillion.”

You didn’t answer him with words, instead refusing to look him in the eye deliberately.

Odin went on. “Of course, it is the proper course of action for you to move forward with the marriage, and I am glad to see you obeying your call to be a wife.”

Again, you refused him a reply, shifting your feet uncomfortably, wishing Loki would return with water for you.

“You would have made a poor valkyrie,” he continued, musing as if it weren’t an insult but a mere fact, “You lack the discipline and swiftness. I’m unsure why Brunnhilde accepted your bid at all. Perhaps it was a kindness.”

“Because she knew after I was inducted, you’d have no further excuse to refuse my suit,” you finally replied. “She and I are friends enough that she knows my heart.”

“I am the King of Asgard, I need no excuse to refuse any suitors who wish to taint my son’s lineage with their common blood!”

You shrunk back a little, genuinely hurt.

“You will both come to realize in time that I am only doing what is right. Your cousin is a suitable husband. Perhaps if you agree to end this silly affair with my son, I will double the worth of your wedding gift in gratitude.”

You scoffed and ignored the bribe. “So tainting Loki’s lineage with my blood is a mortal sin, yet tainting my own with incest is not a crime?” you asked incredulously. “My King, your logic repulses me. Please execute me instead.”

Odin didn’t seem to expect this. “Well, being so rash would hardly be appropriate here.”

You nodded, rolling your eyes and completely losing your decorum. “I should have known a creature with no heart wouldn’t understand!”

In the heat of the moment, you put your life on the line to brush past Odin, turning your back on him and immediately running back into the open air.

Loki was not far from you, but you didn’t move toward him, instead running to the ship’s railing and looking over the side. The moat wasn’t particularly deep, but no one, not even your father, knew you could swim.

Maybe, I could--

Turning back to Loki, running toward you full-tilt, you winked at him before leaping over the railing in one move. Your sapphire silk flew up behind you like a banner as you dove headfirst into the moat, swimming around the bend and out of sight.

You didn’t hear the splash from behind as Loki executed a perfect swan-dive in after you.

Moving quickly, you were able to find a small portion of the moat’s edge where you could hoist your body onto the side without climbing. By then, the barge was on the other side of the palace and wouldn’t be due to double back for nearly an hour.

Still, you could hear the chaotic shouts for you calling out from behind, and you quickly snuck behind a bush in order to wring out your soaked dress. You didn’t want to wait too long, and you were able to sneak your way out of town without being noticed or taken for anyone other than a soaking-wet maid in a ruined ceremonial dress dashing toward the beach.

The shores of Asgard were littered with waterfalls that poured out into the open sea. You hid behind one, tucked in a small cavern in the rock, waiting for Loki to come to you. There, no one else would find you and drag you home. However, you’d been here with Loki before. He knew the significance of the spot. He only needed to bide his time until he could slip away from Odin’s attention.

Father will whip me for hours for this, and then move up the wedding to tomorrow, you thought woefully.

The sun began its afternoon descent, and while you could occasionally hear guards and search parties calling out from the sandy shore, no one thought to look behind any of the cascades for you, and by teatime, it sounded like they’d given up or moved on. You were beginning to get cold, wondering if you would have to find a room in an inn for the night. Hopefully, no one would recognize you…

Fortunately, when the faint green glow of seidr began to split the falls open from the middle outward, just before the sun dipped below the horizon, you knew Loki had found you, and just in time.

There he stood, about ten feet below you on the shore giving you a dry spot to climb down the cliffside. He held a horse’s reins in his free hand, and the huge white stallion he had in his captivity was saddled and antsy to run.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized as you fell into his arms. “I swam after you, but you try getting past an entire city of people when you're Prince. Plus, I had a few things to gather for our ride.”

“Ride?” you asked, wiping away a tear with your closed fist awkwardly.

He nodded with a wink and a sneaky grin that was laced with excitement. “I think after today, we’ve both had enough of this nonsense, haven’t you?”

You smiled and stepped up to pet the beautiful creature on the snout. It leaned into your hand with a gentle exhale, indicating his contentment.

“Indeed.”

He helped you onto the horse, and then took his place in front of you at the reins. You’d never ridden before, and so you wrapped your arms tightly around Loki’s waist, which made him chuckle.

“Normally, I would protest that this was too tight a grip. However, it being you…you may hold me even closer if you can manage it.”

At first, you maintained a death-grip on him as you began riding off along the beach, away from the palace. Quickly, however, your trust of Loki and relief that you were putting distance between yourself and your intended gave you confidence, and only after a few minutes, you began to relax.

“Loki, when will we return to Asgard? Tomorrow?”

He brought your hand up to his lips, where he took a moment to kiss every finger. Each touch of his soft lips against your skin sent tiny bolts of lightning up your arm and down your spine.

“I was thinking, perhaps, my sweet Princess, that we would never return to Asgard. Let us find a new plot of land and make ourselves the King and Queen of it!”

“But your conscription!” you protested. “You cannot submit yourself to the axe on my account.”

“I won’t,” he insisted. “My projection will, however, be most glad to lose his head on our behalf.”

You rode vigorously along the coastline for a few miles until the sun was setting over the watery horizon, when you slowed to a trot, convinced that you weren’t being pursued by Odin or your father and Birger. Asgard itself was no longer visible behind you, and only the faint glow of the city’s hazy aura polluting the indigo sky indicated its continued existence.

“Loki, my love?”

“Yes, Princess?” he cooed back, squeezing your hand affectionately before returning it to the reigns.

There was nothing but the beach and sky before you for as far as you could see. “Do you…do you know where we’re going?”

A brief pause. You couldn’t see it from behind him on the saddle, but you knew Loki was grinning.

“Of course not, my dear. But isn’t that the best part of all?”

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galaxythreads · 7 months

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You ever think about how that moment in Thor 1 when Thor and Loki were kids in the Vault and how that was an identity shaping memory for Loki and for Odin and Thor it was freaking Tuesday

#loki #thor 1 #not to put blame on Thor because he was also a child and didn't know better #but Odin man cmon #like that memory shaped who they became #Loki remembers it #he brings it up later #he KNOWS #you ever think that Loki heard that and went #its a good thing none of us are jotun or that would suck to hear?#and then #well and then :/

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watcherinwater · 4 months

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Alright, whoever the writer (s) on the MCU What If staff is who is willing to portray Odin as the villain he is, and sympathizes with his children/victims, I would very much like to buy them a drink! I seriously doubt this will ever happen in the main timeline, but it’s nice to see that it happened somewhere.

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worstloki · 7 months

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sigyn that married loki like ages ago so when it comes out he's jotun she's like. 'well it's a bit late to do anything about that'

#''bit sad to find out about this after his death but i suppose i can't blame him for that :/''#''tell me if he ends up not being dead i think we should sit down and talk about this''#''totally not cool so hide something like this. im going to dye my hair black as charcoal and not even tell him''#''lets see how he likes it''#''the royal family sucks btw. it succ real good.''#''how does someone find out they are secretly from a different realm. how wouldn't they know. couldn't he tell?''#''im not saying it's loki's fault but i think it would be less his fault if he was less dramatic about this kind of thing''#''aaannnndd of course he threw himself off the bifrost by the end of it. do you people know nothing about him?''#sigyn just decides loki isn't dead to cope btw #it's like thor except she doesn't get depressed about it #''shouldn't she move out of the palace since her husband died?'' nah sorry no one can stand bringing up the topic #she roasts them about it #like have you no shame #there is not even a body #are you trying to kick her out? don't you know who she married?#''he's dead'' alright believe what you want but odin and frigga haven't said anything so she's sticking around #sigyn like i have more important things to do than worry about this kind of thing. like managing the vanaheim exports #she needs to make her money

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legendary-defender-of-fandoms · 4 months

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Depressing Hela Thought

So I was just thinking about the What If episode about Hela being banished to Earth a La Thor instead of being banished to literal Hell, and I realized something.

When Odin banished Thor to Earth & placed the seal on Mjolnir so only someone “worthy” could wield it, his plan was for Thor to get some character development tased into him so he’d be less of a glory-hungry warmonger and get to go home.

But the seal Odin placed on Hela’s crown was that only some who showed MERCY could wear the crown & possess Hela’s powers. And mercy is the last thing Hela would’ve been taught as Daddy’s Little Warmonger.

According to Odin’s plans, Hela was never supposed to regain her crown. She was supposed to wither on Earth, cut off from the magic of Asgard, and die.

#disney #marvel #MCU #hela odinsdottir #Hela goddess of death #what if #Odin sucks #Hela goddess of life

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dilfbuck · 1 year

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scenery in VALHEIM (5/x) ♡ dev. Iron Gate Studio

#gamingedit #gamingscenery #valheimedit #valheim #dailygaming #indie gaming #userknight #usermarceline #userveshialles #usergalactic #userstrawberry #userredacted #.gfx #hi yes again i am back with the valheim sets. when will i play smth else? who knows #also this biome is so very Sucks. and odin keeps making me almost shit myself every time he spawns #it reminds me so much of dragon age origins tho??? (i think its the music and swampy-ness of it all)#ok i am done making stuff for today FAREWELL

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bullfinch-lover · 6 months

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For you, I will lose control

I just had a sudden urge to write down this angsty scene that's been in my head for several weeks now. What if Odin had came all the way from the future to save Donald from the evronians trying to eliminate him, but he would be so badly injured that Odin thinks he came too late and in his grief he let's the part of him that's Two take control of his body and begins to destroy everything and everyone around him.

English is not my first language so there might be some errors, but I tried my best and that's enough:

He had spent countless nights with no sleep; years on end building the chronosail for just this exact moment: to save his dearest friend. He hoped from the bottom of his mechanical heart that he would arrive there just in time. He had seen the documents of the Duck Avenger's death by the hands of the evronians multiple times shown on the holoscreens in the darkness of his own room where no one could see him cry for his best friend's death, that he could have done nothing to prevent. For centuries he had mourned him and grown resentment towards the creatures responsible for his fate, but now he finally had one chance to save him and he was willing to do anything to make it right. He stood tall within his battle armor, the golden light illuminating from its shiny surface, laserpistols loaded in the bucklebelt on his hips, waiting for the timejump to be over so he could meet Donald after all those painful years spent being separated from him.

The first thing he saw when the timejump was complete and the dust had settled around him, was people running around looking for cover and screaming in panic, which could only mean that the evronians' attack had already started and now it would only be a matter of time until they found Donald before he did. He ran around the streets, scanning the area around him until his eyes came across a familar looking car with yellow, red and blue paint and the numbers "313" on its license plate, that was lying upside down on the pavement, wrecked and on fire. There was no mistaking it. It was Donald's car. Few meters away from the burning vehicle were two evronian warriors surrounding a small figure lying on the ground and Odin stretched his artifical vision further to identify the person who had fallen victim to the cruel extraterrestrials. When he realized who the person lying on the ground was, he wished his eyes were malfunctioning, but the sight before him was terribly real. It was......Donald, battered and bruised lying there silently and unmoving.

"Such fragile creatures these lowly Earth people are, don't you think Grrodon?" One of the evronians said smirking while kicking Donald's limp body over as if he was nothing, but a little pebble on his way, lying on the sidewalk.

"You're right, poor suckers can't even handle a little beating." The other evronian, Grrodon, snarkily chimed in while sounding awfully lot like he was enjoying too much about inflicting pain on Donald.

Seeing Donald, his dear friend, like that; hurt and helpless at the unexistent mercy of the evronians, was all that was needed to drive Odin into a fit of raw and unfiltered rage. He took a step forward, stomping his foot on the pavement so hard it cracked under his foot and made his presence known.

"You! How dare you hurt my friend! Step away from him right now and I might even consider sparing your miserable lives a little, alien scums!" He roared in anger, pointing at the two evronian soldiers, his other hand ready to grab the lazerpistol on the side of his hip and shoot them right where they were standing.

Both evronians quickly turned around their heads upon hearing Odin's furious words, looking a bit surprised, like they hadn't expected any retaliation from the earthlings at all. Upon seeing Odin, the other one, Grrodon, narrowed his eyes seemingly looking disgusted by the daring leader of the Earth's resistance group and raised his weapon, pointing straight at Odin's forehead.

"You dare threaten the glory of Evron you foolish earthling? I will suck out all your thoughts and there will be nothing left of you!" Grrodon said and cackled maniacally, thinking that taking Odin down would be as easy as crushing an ant under his thumb.

"I'd like to see you try!" Odin said and before Grrodon would have had the chance to shoot him, not that it would have even affected him in any way, he had already moved away from the weapon's way, running towards the evronians with great speed, ready to take them out with his bare hands.

Grrodon tried repeatedly shooting in the direction where Odin was heading towards them, confident that he would hit him this time, but before he could, Odin had already grabbed him by the wrist, twisting his arm back painfully and snapped the bone in his hand in half. Grrodon didn't even get to finish screaming in agony when Odin had already punched him in the side of his face with all his might, sending the poor alien flying in the air and into the wall of the nearest building with a loud thud. Grrodon didn't get up and the other alien finally realized the seriousness of his situation and the fact that Odin wasn't just a common earthling and dropped his weapon in fear, trying to make a run for it. He didn't get far, because Odin had grabbed the lazerpistol from the bucklebelt on the side of his hip and shot him, making the alien fall to the ground.

After the short battle came a deafening silence. Donald was still lying on the ground where the evrons had left him, still silent and not moving. Odin was almost too afraid to approach him, but he forced his trembling legs to walk to him. "D...Donald...?" He reached his hand to him, the trembling in his body getting stronger and he tried to swallow the fear stuck in his throat that was slowly choking him. He kneeled beside his friend, putting his hand very carefully under his head like Donald would crumble to dust from the slightest wrong move. He tried to gently shake him awake, but to no avail. Donald stayed silent and limp against his touch, eyes shut and beak slightly open. He had a nasty looking wound on his forehead that was slowly staining the white feathers in red and Odin could hardly hear him breathe.

"Donald, please wake up! You have to wake up!" He shouted his friend's name, but no answer came. The fear weighing him down in his chest turned into heartbreak and sorrow and Odin could no longer hold the tears back from running down his cheeks. He cradled his friend in his arms, sobbing inconsolably, rocking Donald back and forth like he was singing him to his final sleep with his tears. He had come too late and all those years of dreaming and planning to save him had shattered into millions of pieces. He would never be able to tell him how much he meant to him, how Donald was so much more to him than just his dearest friend. Donald would be dead and the future of the Earth would be succumbed into darkness forever.

At that exact moment Odin heard a silent voice in the back of his mind that he hadn't heard in a long, long time. The eerie voice inside his head called to him silently from the distance, at first sounding like a faint whisper, but started getting louder second by second until Odin could hear them....him... as clearly as if he was speaking right next to his ear. He recognized the voice immediately. The harrowing voice belonged to his long lost twinbrother, Two, or what was left of him.

"What a pity. Looks like you really cared about that duck. Tell me, brother, would you rather lie here crying for your lost friend or would you let go of your peace for once and let your anger finally burst? I can help you avenge him. Just let me take control. It will only be for a short while and then you can go back to lamenting his death again."

It only took a single, silent nod from Odin to accept his brother's offer. He didn't even hesitate. He was so very tired and overcome with grief that he couldn't even care less if Two was going to tear the whole city to pieces while having control of his body. He just wanted Donald to be alright, but if granting that wish wasn't possible then destroying everything and everyone around him fueled by the rage of his broken heart had to do. He let out a long, weary sigh and closed his eyes. When he opened them again they had turned bright red all the way from the irises to the whites and glowed ominously. He lowered Donald gently on the ground, and carefully, altought coldly, stepped over his body, since Two didn't really care about the duck, but didn't really want to hurt him, lest he'd upset his brother.

At this point other evronian warriors had showed up, -most likely because one of the previous two had called for backup,- before Odin had eventually taken them down. As the aliens surrounding him from all sides readied their weapons, Odin with Two controlling him, let out a wicked grin and cracked his knuckles.

"You better give it all you've got, pathetic organics, because I won't be holding back one bit!"

Donald woke up with a groan, doubled vision and a splitting headache. When his vision was slowly beginning to get clearer he tried to get up, but his body was weighing him down, feeling like each of his limbs were made of heavy lead and he tumbled uselessly on his back. He clenched his hands into fists and tried getting up again, this time managing to rise up into a sitting position. The pounding headache on the side of his head made him dizzy and as he tried to rub the pain away he accidentally touched the wound and flinched, hissing in pain. He pulled his hand back, inspecting his blood stained fingertips.

After sitting there for a while and trying to will the pain away he finally decided to take a good look around him and as he did he saw numerous bodies of unconscious evronian soldiers lying around on the pavement. He saw Grrodon lying on the side of the nearest building, unconscious as well. Something or rather someone incredibly powerful must have taken them all out, he wondered, starting to guestion whoever that person might be. His guestions were quickly answered when he suddenly heard a loud crashing sound and he turned his head towards where the noice was coming from. 30 meters away from him on the street was Odin Eidolon himself in his golden armour, fighting off a big, bulky evronian. Donald almost couldn't believe his eyes. His friend, Odin, was here. Had he really come from all the way from his own timeline in the future to the past to defend him? Donald imagined it must have been very difficult, if nearly an impossible task, to travel back in time and Odin had done all of that for him. For a moment he was quite touched by how far his friend had been willing to go just for him, but then he noticed that something about Odin was wrong. His eyes were all red and were glowing ominously, something he had never seen his friend's eyes look like before and it made the feeling of fear rise up in his belly. And to make the matter even more terrifying, Donald watched as Odin lifted a random car from the ground like it weighed nothing to him and threw it against the bulky evronian, crushing him under it. The car's alarm went off from the impact and begun to beep loudly.

There was something terribly wrong with his friend and Donald knew he had to do something to stop it. He forced himself to stand with gritted teeth, his legs wobbling until his injured knee gave out under him and he tumbled down. He got back up again, cursing and doing his best to ignore the pain in his knee and started limping towards his friend with determination.

"Odin!!!" He yelled from the top of his lungs to get his friend's attention on him and it seemed that Odin had heard his cries, because he quickly turned his head to Donald's direction, his red eyes widening at first from confusion and then from shock.

"Donald?!" Odin's voice cracked. He felt a sudden wave of dizziness hit him the very moment he closed his eyes as his brother's influence begun to leave him. He caught himself by dropping on one knee before he could have tumbled on the ground, holding his hand on his forehead and trying to steady himself. When he opened his eyes again, they were that same familiar red and green color greeting Donald's own blue eyes. For a short moment Donald stopped limping towards his friend when their eyes met. He seemed to hesitate for a moment after seeing Odin act so frighteningly before, but he shook that fear out of his thoughts and continued his broken walk towards him. Donald knew that no matter how furious Odin might sometimes get, which happened very rarely, he would never hurt him.

"Odin are you alright? What is the matter of this?" He said now sounding more conserned for his friend's well-being rather than being afraid of him. And of course just at the worst time when he had almost reached walking up to him, Donald felt his knee give out under him again and this time he was too tired to catch himself from falling beak first into the ground.

Luckily, Odin had now recovered from his dizzy spell and when he noticed Donald falling, he ran up to him and caught him in his arms, before Donald's beak would actually hit the concrete under him. He gazed Donald into his ocean blue eyes, smiling like a fool, the feeling of relief washing over him like a tidal wave. Then he squeezed Donald into a tight hug, being careful to not squeeze too tight, since Donald was still an organic unlike him and very much injured. It was the most heartfelt, soft and warm embrace Donald had ever received in his life despite Odin's armour being cold, hard metal. Odin let out a relieved chuckle that turned into a sob and let his tears now flow freely down his cheeks.

"Oh, Donald. I thought I had lost you."

#paperinik #paperinik new adventures #pkna #duck avenger #donald duck #odin eidolon #donodin #duno #my writings #i'm using meters instead of feet in this because i'm european and feet are stupid #the title kind of sucks because i'm always so bad at coming up with titles for my texts

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d3ad-eye-andy · 6 months

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If Odin could see Loki now all the way from Valhalla, I hope he's punching air rn and having the worst time of his afterlife

#Marvel #Loki #Loki Series #Loki S2 #Loki Spoilers #God of Stories #Odin #Tom Hiddleston #Suck ass Odin #the son you treated like absolute garbage is now the most important being in all of existence

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ajax-is-sugar-daddy · 4 months

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#Marvel #Loki #Odin #Tesseract #Odin sucks #Hate odin club #Be a better father #Loki needs a hug #Jotun Loki #Blue Loki #Sad Loki

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akimojo · 2 years

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there was NOT enough enrichment in his enclosure

#what was odin thinking honestly #''this looks like a perfect room to go insane in but im sure that wont happen lol''#the only master that doesnt mistreat his pupils at this point is yen sid omg #nvm i take it back lmao sora literally almost got possessed under his watch #they all suck #khdr spoilers #kingdom hearts #aki stfu #dark road #baldr #i wouldve gone insane too

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nikkoliferous · 1 year

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Directly Contrasting Movie!Loki vs. Series!Loki

Avengers vs Loki (2021) Promo Shots

Debunking the Lie That Loki Was A Lazy, Pampered Prince (Unlike Sylvie, Whose Life Was Sooo Super Hard!)

Some of the Jarring Differences Between Movie!Loki and Series!Loki

Addressing the Laughable Notion That Loki Has Never Been Out-of-Control Before Loki (2021)

Loki (2021)’s “Redemption” Arc Only Works If You Ignore His Prior Characterization

Loki Caring About Other People Is Nothing New

The Narrative’s Treatment of Avengers!Loki vs. Ragnarok/Series!Loki

Debunking Loki (2021)’s Whitewashing of Frigga’s B+ Parenting

Loki’s Character “Development” in Loki (2021) Fails To Take Into Account His… You Know, Character

Loki (2021)’s Failure to Distinguish Between Acting In-Control vs. Being In-Control

Debunking the Lie That Loki Had Only Ever Cared About Himself Until He Met Sylvie

Does Loki Actually “Love to Talk”?

TDW!Loki vs Series!Loki and Caring About Other People

Loki’s Entire “Redemption Arc” in the Series Is Based on a False Premise

The Worst Part of Loki (2021) Was Everything

Disney Did Worse Than Kill Loki Off—They Unmade Him

↩️ back to the compendium

#the big damn loki (2021) sucks compendium #loki (2021)#loki tv series #into the larryverse #thor (2011)#the avengers (2012)#thor the dark world #ragnarok cinematic universe #loki meta #loki #odin's a+ parenting #frigga's b+ parenting #thor's... c+ brothering?#mcu #mcu salt

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Chapter 8- Those Down Below

Separation only makes the heart grow fonder as Prince Loki finds his retreat with Hilda is yielding the opposite of the desired effect. Meanwhile, Thor enlists your help in learning of your Master's secret troubles.

Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI) MASTERLIST HERE **Please reblog if you like it!**

Content Warning: Threat and mentions of assault, eventual smut, indentured servitude and sex slavery, mean people being mean, violence, executions, more warnings likely to come

CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNING: 3rd-party descriptions of assault

Loki did not like hunting in the way his father and brother did. He never held interest when the court progressed to the lodge on the western horizon for a retreat. He’d always pack his trunks full of books, both ancient tomes and blank ledgers for drawing and writing. At first, Odin would force his younger son to join in the activities, but after a few hundred years of the same pattern unchanged, he’d given up and allowed Loki to go to his favorite little corner of the lodge’s attic space, where a large chaise was set near the window.

Even now, he felt as if he were here on a chore, isolated from the people he wanted to surround himself with and instead forced to keep the company of one of his less-interesting concubines.

It wasn’t that Hilda wasn’t a beautiful woman. She certainly was, with hair a rich, medium brown and bronze skin. Her teeth were her biggest asset, large, white, and straight as a string of pearls with no cosmetic intervention. When she smiled, accompanied with her laugh, she was quite charming.

But she wasn’t you, and as much as Loki tried to assure himself that it didn’t matter, and that this whole trip was about leaving his infatuation with you behind, but being with Hilda, both carnally and simply in the same suite, had only deepened his desire to return to you.

Thor’s idea was failing, and fast.

When they weren’t half-heartedly having sex, they kept separate from one another naturally. Hilda wanted to explore the hunting grounds and flirt around, while Loki remained shut inside himself. Hilda usually returned with a tray of supper and champagne, and suggested something erotic, like a bath or a game. The Prince only obliged out of hope that one of these times, the spell on his mind would be broken.

The final night of the trip, he was attempting to enjoy his concubine one more time, but something was wrong.

“Norns, damn it,” he mumbled, his member going flaccid again between her legs.

“Master?” asked Hilda, lying beneath him, legs spread, her vulva displayed like a painting for any hypothetical eye in the room to see. “Am I not pleasing you?”

Loki grunted in reply, taking himself into his hand and pumping furiously, attempting to bring life back to his cock.

Maybe, just for this one purpose, I can think of…no one will know…

Your image appeared behind his eyes as he closed them, the sight of you on your back before him in the garden, robe thrown to the side, touching yourself, letting your fingers slip in and out from between your folds, flicking your bud and letting yourself exaggerate your feelings in order to engage your audience. Your breath picked up the pace as you coaxed your fall out of you, your shouts of need magnified in order to entice Loki to crave you all the more.

Your voice joined the tableau in his imagination as your specter came. “Oooooh my PRINCE!” Your body was weak, pathetic, needy and desperate for him to replace your fingers with his cock.

Only a moment later, the sensation of going erect again filled Loki’s core. As soon as he felt hard enough, after a minute or two more of stroking and filling his mind with your fingers playing with your drenched cunt, he was ready to try again.

I suppose I will just need to keep my eyes closed from now on. My brother’s idea has backfired.

Loki knew what he needed to do the minute he returned.

You couldn’t believe it, although it made complete sense. Prince Thor’s apartments were infinitely more grand than even Prince Loki’s.

The presumed heir to the throne of Asgard had nearly an entire wing to himself, including private tunnels that led about the palace grounds in case he was needed in haste. Thor had an entire gymnasium for himself to train with, as well as a two-story bedroom, a bathroom the size of your entire living quarters (with a bath the size of a small swimming pool)

The parlor itself was a spectacle, all golden-trimmed and diamond-encrusted. There were more chairs and sofas lying about the floor than would seat every concubine in the Asgardian harem. Garlands of fresh flowers lined the tables, and platters of food and drink just sat on a buffet table expectantly along the far wall.

“Good, they brought supper,” Thor said with satisfaction. “Will you join me for a meal?”

You nodded and curtsied. “Thank you, Your Highness. I am rather hungry.”

You helped yourself to a large, silver plate of grapes, bread with honey, and some kind of mead that smelled of berries in a stein larger than your head (Thor was easily twice your size).

Sitting down across from the Prince on a sofa, you quickly tucked in, which seemed to please Thor. “A splendid appetite is always good to see in a lady,” he remarked, taking a large swig of beer. “Though I imagine it is, in part, due to the dietary restrictions Odin places on you all.”

You swallowed a grape and affirmed his suspicion with a slight nod. Thor grunted. “I loathe that my Father takes it upon himself to dictate such an insignificant matter. I don’t know about my brother’s preferences, but between us, I will make love to any body shape I wish. I am a strong god with a strong appetite. Sometimes, I need a strong lay, you know?”

You felt your cheeks go red. Thor was clearly a man who spoke without thinking. “With all due respect, Your Highness, I was brought here for Prince Loki,” you said softly, cautiously. “Sleeping with you or anyone but him would mean death.”

Thor chuckled and shook his head. “Indeed, but that is not at all why I brought you here, girl.”

You looked at the floor, utterly confused, but remaining silent.

“Look,” Thor finally began, “my little brother has always been introspective and melancholic, when not out living up to his name as God of Mischief, of course. But he became a new person when he began to summon you. He felt more at ease, he spoke up against Father in court. He even proposed some drastic change to our tradition regarding executions--”

“--he did?!” you gasped excitedly, before reeling back and remembering your place.

Your dining partner nodded with a shrug. “I personally thought it had merit, though Father immediately shut it down.”

Damn that tyrant, you thought.

“Anyway,” Thor continued after another drink, “Father thinks you’re bewitching him, for him to have called you so frequently in the month since your arrival. I think you are at that.”

You felt your center go cold. “I’m not sure what you mean, Your Highness?”

“He opens up to you, doesn’t he?” asked Thor. “He tells you his innermost thoughts?”

“I…uh…” For a moment, you weren’t sure you wanted to admit to this. What if the Prince himself didn’t want anyone to know?

“I know that I am more body than mind, but there isn’t a soul in any realm that I love more than Loki. I see things others won't. I know his change in demeanor is inspired by you, because your minds are equals, and that is something you don't find very often around here,” he reasoned.

Biting your lip, you affirmed his idea. “Yes. He’s told me much of his heart. He likes how I respond.”

“And has he taken you to our old play garden?”

“Yes. Nearly every time. It’s a wonderful place,” you obediently answered, wishing to yourself that you were already there. “It is here he usually opens up the most to me.”

Thor was quiet a moment as you took a knife to spread some soft cheese onto a piece of bread before slowly raising it to your lips, studying your collaborator’s body language. He was dressed rather informally for one of his high status, aside from, perhaps, a trinket about his neck in the form of a golden lightning bolt. He seemed sincere to you, at least for now.

“And if you don’t mind me asking, Your Highness, what would you ask of me? To spy on my Master?” You took a bite of bread, the crunch of the crust satisfying.

“Yes, Y/N, that is quite what I am asking,” answered Thor.

“To do so…would be treasonous,” you said shyly. “A lethal offense, I daresay.”

Thor gritted his teeth. “He is my little brother. I would do anything.”

You shrugged. “Your Highness overestimates my abilities.”

The blonde god looked at you a moment, thinking before speaking again. “I can arrange for something for you in reward. Almost anything.”

“...like what, Your Highness?” you asked, your ears perking. Could I ask for Vanaheim, here and now?

He ran a hand through his hair and finished off his mug of beer. “Do you have family back in Vanaheim you would like to see, perhaps? I could easily arrange a visit from them. With privacy.”

Your heart leapt. Aunt Ing. She could be an absolute wealth of help to you, if correspondence was possible in a way more than through your diary.

“I have an aunt,” you answered. “I wish to…I would love to see her.”

“It is done,” said Thor. “I will send for you once I see to the arrangements.”

Feeling comfortable after agreeing to answer to the Crown Prince with any concerns or change to Loki’s behavior, you were dismissed and allowed to go back to your room, your head admittedly heavy with mead.

“There is…one more thing,” Thor added as you touched the door handle. “I can tell you’re falling in love with him. Heed my warning, for I say it out of concern for your welfare as well as my brother’s: don’t.”

“Your Highness?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the door to hide your worried expression.

Thor nodded. “I like you. You seem well-paired with my brother,” he said. “But as someone who knows what it is like, I must insist that any feelings you two may share that go beyond the carnal must be ended.”

You focused on one thing Thor just said. “...you know the feeling, Highness?”

You finally turned around. Thor smiled weakly. “I do. Her name was Tuva. She was my first slave. She was my first…well, that matter isn’t important.”

“Was she executed?” you asked warily.

“Worse,” Thor answered. “My father, he…he took her. In front of me. Made me watch as he raped her, and then took her to his own harem. She died there some time later, of what I never learned, but I think it was from the injuries he had his sentries give her.”

A hot tear touched the corner of your left eye, and your skin began to tremble. The first night of your new life in Asgard, when those revelers wanted to assault you in front of the entire room with only Loki stopping them, all of it fell back into your mind.

You weren’t safe from this fate even now. Thor’s story…Tuva’s story…could’ve easily become your own.

“Your Highness,” you sighed with sympathy. Even the tall, bulky, strong God of Thunder was beginning to weaken at the memory. “You need not say anything more.”

“I spent months in anguish, her wide, frightened eyes--” he said quietly before suddenly composing himself. “As you can imagine,” he continued, his voice artificially deepend to quell the emotions behind them, “I don’t want my brother to endure the same, nor any slave to endure what Tuva did.”

Looking at Thor, you realized that in spite of his somewhat-louish nature, his heart was good, and he would make a fair King one day.

“Naturally, Y/N, not a sound leaves this room.”

“Nary a word, on my life,” you swore, turning back towards the door. However, one more thing crossed your mind. “My Prince, one more thing.”

“Yes?”

Turning back one more time. “If my summons are getting more frequent, won’t that alert the others again? Particularly, your Father the King?”

“Leave that to me,” said Thor. “Any idiot sentry can keep a secret well-concealed if he is paid enough.”

“Those of us down below are very observant,” you added. “Please be careful, Your Highness.”

“My brother is clearly fond of you,” answered Thor. “For his sake, I shall.”

Instead of going directly to your room, you made a quick detour back to the stacks to retrieve your diary, which you'd had to leave on the shelf when your unexpected visitor arrived. You decided to go into detail about what had just transpired another time, although you did take a few moments to finish your present entry.

I will write in more detail later, but The Thunder Prince wishes to employ me. What am I doing here? How far will I go before I drown?

After tucking the ledger into the bag you had at your side, you took about an hour to walk about the harem common areas, watching as your fellows trotted about aimlessly, flirting with each other and comparing hairstyles.

Maybe I should get to know a few more of them, or perhaps make a friend here who doesn't see me as a direct rival. I do think I need a friend...

You didn’t expect Hilda to be in your room upon your return. She looked annoyed, only drawing circles on the rim of her teacup as she sat, bitterly looking off into the middle distance. You bit your lip to conceal the satisfaction you felt when you saw Hilda looking less-than-proud of herself for being the special girl selected to go on a trip alone with Master. You expected her to lord it over you, pulling rank and bragging about her accomplishment.

“Oh, Hilda, you’re back! How was the trip with Loki?” you asked casually.

She looked up at you, scowling. “Not well.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, resisting the temptation to ask for more.

You didn’t need to. Hilda was always ready to release the details, even if they were negative. “He couldn’t keep his cock up,” she groaned. “No matter what I tried sucking, or what I touched or did! I expect he’ll banish me soon enough.”

“No,” you muttered, still keeping up the act. “Perhaps he’s just preoccupied with matters of state or something that doesn’t concern us?”

Hilda shook her head slowly. “No. He doesn’t think I’m attractive anymore. He’ll probably demote me to working in a scullery, if I’m lucky.”

You didn’t want to add anything else to her distress, especially seeing as you now needed to make sure she wouldn’t get too close to the details of your own life. In the moment, you decided that getting too close with Hilda or ANY of the other slaves would be risky. Many of them, your roommate included, had large ears and loud mouths. Prince Thor couldn’t possibly bribe all of them!

“I’ve heard that he is preoccupied with his impending marriage,” you suggested to throw her off the trail.

“Oh, he is preoccupied, but not with that Elf Princess,” Hilda grumbled, taking a sip of the contraceptive tea and looking up at you, a bitter look in her eye. “He’s just having so much fun with his new toy, isn’t he? The new flavor is ruining his palate for all the other wines on the shelf.”

“I…don’t think you mean that,” you said, trying to keep as calm as possible.

Hilda sneered and looked down again. “Enjoy it, Y/N, because someday you will find yourself like me.”

You stood tall. “Only if I refuse to take care of myself.”

Your roommate ignored the barb and went back to her tea. “I don’t really need this, anyhow,” she said quietly. “He never once finished in me the entire time! Can you imagine? The insult!”

A knock on the door interrupted Hilda’s complaints, and a middle-aged sentry with a kind face entered before you could go over to the door yourself. “Y/N, you are being summoned by Prince Loki.”

You heard the sound of crashing porcelain being hurled against the wall, making both you and the sentry cringe. Oh, Loki, why are you so impatient and obvious? You won’t make it easy to be discreet, will you? You could not have waited a day?

“Immediately?” you asked.

“Yes,” the sentry answered quickly.

You saw a slightly familiar bauble around his neck. One you’d seen an hour ago, as a matter of fact. A golden lightning bolt on a chain.

“Hilda, please seek out a friend if you need consolation,” you suggested lightly. “Don’t harm yourself.”

You could only hear the sound of her moaning softly as you left.

“The Prince Thor works quickly,” you muttered after closing the door behind you and walking down the hall. “Seeing as we are now equally implicated in this scheme, perhaps we should seek familiar terms with one another? So that we may gain one another’s trust?”

Your escort nodded. “I am Stieg,” said the sentry.

“And I am Y/N. Has Thor arranged for this meeting with Loki tonight? I was with him not an hour ago.”

Stieg shook his head. “Please keep your voice down! And no, Prince Loki just happened to bid me to retrieve you as soon as I returned to his chambers after seeing Prince Thor. I am one of the Snake Prince’s exclusive guards.”

“He was just away with my roommate,” you mentioned as Stieg took you up a flight of stairs. “He wishes to see me so soon after returning?”

“Between us, Miss Y/N, he did not enjoy himself whilst away,” answered Stieg. “His mind is more troubled than before he left.”

Arriving at Loki’s door, Stieg knocked for you in a rather specific tempo. “This is where I leave you for now, but please be assured that I am at your service.”

“Thank you, Stieg.”

You opened the door and went inside. The Prince was not in the parlor waiting for you as you were expecting. You looked around, and seeing the bedroom door ajar, you wandered in, looking around as you crossed the threshold and still not seeing Master.

He was behind you so that he could slowly close the door behind you, making you jump a little. Sighing, you clutched your chest. “You startled me, Master.”

“And you startle me, sparrow,” he whispered.

You took a deep breath as Loki circled you. “I heard that your retreat was unsatisfactory?”

Loki spat. “Dismal. Alas, one epiphany was born of it.”

“And what is that, Master?”

Loki grabbed your arm and pulled you close. “That I am through with games. I am sufficiently maddened. I need your body and I need to be inside you. Tonight you will submit to me, do you understand?”

Your lower lip trembled, yet you stood unyielding, feeling a sense of longing and readiness that you hadn’t felt before.

“Yes, Master.”

“I am going to fuck you until it hurts,” he promised. “You will be throbbing. And I won’t hold back because you’re a pretty little virgin, either. You are going to scream, girl, so help me.”

Taking one more brave breath, you shook only a little when you said, “Then, I am ready, Master.”

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