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fandomnerd9602 · 4 months
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Valkyrie: take another step and I’ll shock you
Y/N: I’m so tempted to let you
Valkyrie:
Y/N: I’ve been so bad, please shock me my King
Valkyrie: I just may have to keep you. I’ll lower the voltage just a little
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firegal19 · 1 year
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What an eventful night
Bruce: *leaving Thor’s room*
Loki: *leaving Strange’s room*
Y/n: *leaving Bucky’s room*
Loki: Really sister? The Russian assassin?
Y/n: First of all, he’s from Brooklyn. Second of all, Bruce, did you just leave Thor’s room?
Bruce: Yep
Loki: I knew it
Valkyrie: *leaves Carol’s room*
Peter: *comes back from MJ’s house*
Bruce: You too, kid?
Loki: Nice 🙂
Steve: *leaves Nat’s room* 😳
Scott: *leaving Hope’s room*
Sam: *leaves Maria’s room*
Sam: I knew you were fucking Nat!
Y/n: I already knew.
Peter: My OTP is real?!
Steve: Shut up!
Val: I just wanted toast
*Silence*
Steve: No one tells Tony or Pepper
Peter: Deal
Loki: Captain, my sister is fucking Sergeant Barnes
Y/n: Loki!
Steve: I have been shipping you too for so long
Sam: Haha! This is awesome!
Bruce: *enters Thor’s room* Thor, I’m sleeping with you
Y/n: *enters Bucky’s room* Yeah, dekta I’m sleeping with you
Bucky: *laughs because he overheard the entire conversation
Wanda: *opens her door* Shut up! Vision doesn’t know about all this and he is too fragile to comprehend this!
Peter: Yes Miss Maximoff
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terry-perry · 5 months
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Loki Introducing Sylvie To His Siblings...
Y/N: It's so nice to meet you! I've always wanted a sister! Thor: Really? Why? Y/N: ...I love you too, Thor. Loki: Really? Why?
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Y/n: Bucky, you're bleeding! Quick, what's your type?
Bucky delirious: 5'5, blond hair but dyes it red, red eyes, super soldier Asgardian goddess of fire, acts like a badass but is also a total nerd
Y/n: James you are losing blood. What is your BLOOD TYPE?
Bucky: First of all, I didn't lose my blood, it's right there *points to a blood puddle* and second of all, I have no clue what my blood type is! Ask Sam
Sam: Oh I know this one. It's red
Y/n turning to Thor: This is the man I chose to love
Thor: *simply shrugs*
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hinatastinygiant · 2 months
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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader, Some Thor x Fem!Reader
As a young princess of Astoria, you're introduced to the two princes of Asgard. Although love blooms with one of the princes, destiny takes an unexpected turn as you become betrothed to the other. But your intricate dance of love and royalty shatters when the TVA intervenes, ripping you away from everything you hold dear, and plunging you into the bewildering realms of time and existence.
Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Sexual Content! Violence!
one: 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭
two: 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓣𝓸𝓸
three: 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓘 𝓒𝓪𝓷❜𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓹
four: 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮
five: 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾.
six: 𝓘 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝔂
seven: 𝓦𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾
eight: 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓓𝓸𝓷❜𝓽 𝓑𝓮 𝓐𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓭
nine: 𝓘 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾
ten: 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓐 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼.
I DO NOT OWN MCU OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.
(Completed February 14, 9:00 pm est)
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gothgoddess2010 · 2 years
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Y/n: Bucky, meet my 2 older brothers, Sparky and Horns
Bucky: Doll, you mean Thor and Loki? Y/n: Yeah, that’s what I said
Thor: …
Loki: …
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streets-in-paradise · 11 months
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I want to write an mcu reader insert that's gonna feel so circa 2013
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Chapter 1- An Audition
A simple peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s continued protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.
Pairing: Prince Loki x Concubine!Reader
Rating: 18+ ONLY (Minors DNI)
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
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By the Will of Odin the Allfather, King of Asgard, 
The Vanir Village of Borgund has been selected to offer this season’s tribute of peace, in the form of an approved maiden of proper age and prerequisite to be conscripted into the harem of Prince Loki. An acceptable maid must be a virginal daughter with no marriage prospects, of suitable beauty, and possess a humble, modest demeanor. 
Two Asgardian representatives will be at your gates one month hence to approve of and collect the tribute maiden. If one has not been selected by the village before their arrival, your property will be seized, and Borgund will instantly be selected to provide the next three tributes.
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The Vanaheim sky was a canvas covered in indigo ink as you crept your way out of the village you called home towards the Temple of Freyja, where you knew your aunt would be keeping worship for the night. The sound of silence made your ears hollow, but even with the haunting lack of senses helping you along your path, you had no trouble tracing the familiar steps to the temple. 
You had to make sure no one heard you as you snuck out of your small cabin in the center of the village. You knew the local toadies were informed of your conscription, and likely would’ve tried to snatch you for a small ransom, but luckily, you were swift and easily slipped past them. 
Tonight was your last night in Borgund before the Asgardians came for you. Earlier today, the wonderful, generous people of your village had selected you for the Snake Prince Loki’s “slut collection” (as you so bitterly called it). Every girl of the correct age and qualifications was forced to audition before the village elders (who, of course, were three men with no daughters in the race themselves). You were poked, prodded, and forced to parade before the men entirely naked while the healers vouched for your virginity and modesty. 
After hours of debate and being forced to wait in a small room with every other candidate, you were selected. You weren’t told why, You were far from the most attractive girl in town. In fact, you were usually satisfied keeping to yourself, which in turn, made some of the villagers suspect you as someone ‘odd.’ 
I should have painted myself with mud, you thought as your feet carried you to the temple appearing now in a small clearing through the trees. Perhaps I can claim a vow of celibacy for some lesser God.
As you approached the Temple of Freyja, you saw a middle-aged man, handsome for his fifty-some-odd years, leaving with a coat slung over his shoulder. Your aunt, wrapped in a silk dressing gown, was seeing him off. The man looked fine until you approached, after which he averted his eyes quickly and darted around you, which you found odd. 
“Oh, Y/N! I was hoping you’d visit this evening!” your Aunt Ing called from the threshold. 
You felt a warm blush creep up your cheek. “I wish you’d tell me beforehand if you had a worshipper. It’s the Altar of the Goddess of Sex, after all.”
Aunt Ing smiled warmly and shrugged. “You could still take vows and join me here. All the pleasures of Freyja’s gifts without the commitment or servitude that comes with marriage.”
“Oh, were it possible!” You shook your head. “Aunt Ing…they picked me today. For The Snake’s personal whorehouse.”
Your aunt’s smile fell away faster than water rolling off an oiled surface. “Oh, my dear! Come in, I’ll make us drinks.”
“Good, I need a beer,” you murmured, rubbing your temple, trying to get rid of the stress headache quickly building under your skin. 
Your Aunt lived in the Temple as its shrine hostess and priestess. Her small but tidy room was behind the front altar in the chapel, so it always reeked of floral incense and old burnt sacrifices. You didn;t mind. You were essentially alone in the world aside from your deceased father’s younger sister. 
“What made them pick you?” Ing asked after sitting you down in her meager quarters in the temple, putting a stein of rich, dark beer in front of you. You took a large gulp before answering. 
“They didn’t say,” you finally replied. “They examined me…thoroughly.”
Aunt Ing nodded in sad sympathy. “I know they do. Asgardians may be richer, but they are barbaric warlords who know nothing of love or peace.”
“They take and take from us,” you agreed meekly. “It was awful! All of it!” 
Aunt Ing looked at you. “Would you like to tell me about it? Or would that only make things worse for you?” You weren’t exactly the type to draw a spotlight or steal a conversation, but talking through the worst of your life’s trauma usually helped you, especially if the attending ears belonged to your beloved Aunt. 
You regaled your horrific tale of the day’s events. You’d been lined up along with the nearly fifty-or-so other maidens of your village. The elders selected you for the Final Ten, after which you were physically assessed for shape, health, and of course, virginity. Bitterly, you allowed yourself to be violated. You knew the consequences of purposefully flunking an ‘audition.’ 
I have no choice, just like the rest of my people, you thought sadly. 
Once you were selected as one of the Final Five, you were forced to ‘sell yourself’ to the elders but touting your merits and talents. You did what you could. You tried to make yourself sound enthusiastic about being chosen, but purposefully left out anything of actual interest that may suit the Snake Prince of Asgard’s fancy.
When you were informed of your selection, your first thought was: where did I go right? Shit and piss! 
“I had the feeling they would take you if the Lottery ever came to Borgund,” Ing mused. 
“Why, Aunt?” you asked, hopelessness beginning to crawl into your voice’s soft soprano. 
“Your parents are gone,” Aunt Ing replied matter-of-factly. “You are lovely, intelligent, and have no attachments here other than with the crazy Temple Priestess up the hill. Of course they’d select you over someone with a family. Are you naive enough to never think the game would be rigged?”
This actually hadn’t occurred to you before. It began to make sense. “Aunt Ing, I’m so helpless!” you sighed. “What can I do?”
“I wish I knew,” Ing replied. “We are all under the Royal Thumb of Asgard here.”
You looked down at your stein, taking another massive drink. “Maybe I could run.”
Aunt Ing shook her head. “Where would you go? You have no wit for survival in the forests, dear.”
Harsh words they were, they were also true and you knew it. You were employed in Borgund as a tavern waitress, with no special skill set that would lend itself to a life on the lam. 
“So, what is some advice you COULD offer?” you asked. 
Ing thought for a moment. “He’s the Snake Prince of Asgard, so I imagine the quickest way to seduce him is by inflating his pride. Do not fall at his feet. He has enough women who do that every day for him, and you must stand out among them. Stand your ground, but insist that he is the most important part of your life and that you wish to know everything about him. If you can successfully walk the line between submission and subversion, the God of Mischief will be yours to use as you will,” she suggested. 
“Use?” you asked curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Prince Loki is known to reward those who he favors. If you could seduce him, standing out from the rest of the harem, then you could ask for anything you wanted.” Ing smiled, the intrigue in her idea lacing her words with heavy purpose. 
Suddenly, it clicked. “Then I can free Borgund!” you concluded, the wheels in your head finally turning full-tilt. 
“Oh, my child,” Ing said, laughing, “If you use the prowess that I know you have within you, you could free Vanaheim itself from its debt!”
“Oh Aunt! Do you really think I could?” you asked, your breath quickening with thrill as Ing’s scheme began to fall into place in your mind’s eye.
All of your life, you’d been told you were on the more ‘beautiful’ side of the scale, and that perhaps you had more than a small talent for musical instruments (you could play six of them avidly, and found it easy to try new ones whenever the occasion called). Other than those two compliments, you really hadn’t been told you would ever amount to much. Not that it bothered you. It never occurred to you to mind the lack of positive attention growing up. 
Ing took your hands in hers, looking into your eyes with excitement. “Yes, my niece! We must try!”
“But,” you said, pulling back, “What do I know about seduction? How to please a man who’s had every willing creature across the realms in his bed?”
“Y/N, you must give yourself more due. After all, you take after my side of the family, and I am the High Priestess of the Temple of Freyja. You don’t think I know a few tricks?”
“They will be here for me at dawn,” you answered. “How much can I learn before then?”
Ing twisted her thin lip, causing a dimple to sink in on her left cheek. “Perhaps I can teach you about sex first,” she said. “That will be the important thing, and your first and perhaps only chance to make an impact.”
“How do I do that when I’m a virgin?” you asked, pushing your now-empty beer stein forward. The topic of sex fascinated you, but like many other subjects, you weren’t particularly well-versed in it. 
Your aunt reached for the beer pitcher and topped off your stein. “Oh, when a maiden is involved, it’s a very special field to roam through. It’s more of an advantage than you think, especially with a man who loves power as The Snake does. Come, we don't have much time, but I have much to tell you before dawn!”
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“Oh! My Prince! Truly, no woman knows pleasure until she knows the love of a prince!”
“I’m hungry.”
Prince Loki withdrew himself from the strumpet underneath him and turned away from the brunette lying naked next to him in the mammoth four-poster bed in his chambers, who was attempting in vain to stay draped over his torso, anything to keep that skin-to-skin connection. Her partner had just rolled off of her after an exhausting roll about the sheets, and while she was basking in the afterglow, he was already distracted.
“Oh…” the girl said awkwardly, not knowing just how to respond to the non-sequitur. “I can have a slave bring us some--”
“--not necessary,” Loki interjected, swiftly getting to his feet, pulling out of the concubine’s grip once and for all. “Thank you for the romp, but I prefer eating alone. You may return to the harem quarters now.”
“But--”
“--I’d advise you to go with dignity, girl,” Loki hissed impatiently. “Remember your place.” 
The tiny concubine woefully bowed her head and scrambled off the bed, quickly wrapping herself in a robe and heading out for her walk of shame across the palace. 
Skinny little bird has the wit of a tablecloth, the raven-haired God thought to himself as he heard the small sobs whimpering from her as she scrambled to obey her master, shutting the door a little too forcefully behind her. 
He went over to the rope hanging by his bedside, pulling on it twice. Without fail, a plate of fruit and wine would be delivered within ten minutes.
“Norns,” he muttered to himself. “And another one arrives today,” he complained. 
He knew why his father was doing this, why he was throwing beautiful lovers at his son’s door night and day. Odin the Allfather feared that Loki would break his marriage treaty with Princess Ase of Alfheim for lack of sexual gratification implied within a forced match. Thus, Odin promised Loki as many lovers as he could handle as long as he vowed to keep his betrothal. Loki, being an adolescent when the deal was struck, had enthusiastically agreed at the time. 
However, like a spoiled child who gorges themselves on sweets too many times, Loki grew sick of the treats he was offered. His harem of lovers grew to over ten, which felt excessive to him (at least until he learned that his brother Thor’s contained nearly thirty). 
No matter how often Loki begged Odin to cease bringing new birds in for him to have, Odin never relented, clearly becoming increasingly paranoid with the possibility that Loki would break his vow to the Princess of Alfheim. It was as if the King thought that burying his son in concubines would render him unable to object to an arranged marriage somehow. Laughable, really. 
“Speaking of…” Loki mumbled to himself, draping a heavy dressing robe over his bare body and walking onto the terrace. 
Approaching the South gate was the latest offering from the Vanir. She was concealed from view, as was tradition for her journey from her homeland, but Loki had no interest in watching the caravan approach the palace. It was sparsely attended anyway, so she must’ve been another peasant farmer’s daughter or something of little significance. 
 Instead of going to greet her at the gates as any decent noble would have done to his new slave, he decided to eat breakfast, and then perhaps he’d go for a stroll through the garden, the only place in the world where he could be alone with his thoughts. 
It would be wonderful if one of these times, I could have a companion who wanted to hear my musings, and not just to bed me or take advantage of my station, he thought sadly to himself as he went to get dressed. Alas, even a Prince cannot have everything he wants. 
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girlfromasgardsblog · 9 months
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Blood Red Lips🍇
Thor Odinson x Amora
Asgard 📍
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(Right now)
Thor is sipping his ale and looking at Amora through his chamber’s window. She is practising her enchantments in the lawn on a berry bush, as she casts her spell the time disrupts and the berries turn ripe for one moment and mouldy the another.
She plucks a luscious berry and press it on her lips to leave the stains of its juice, making her lips blood red. Thor takes the last sip of his ale and puts the ale horn on his side table. The Crown Prince of Asgard takes a look at Amora’s whole act with the berry. He couldn’t help but walk to the front lawn and finally reaches to the Enchantress who is turning her back to him. Amora feels his presence and faces him. Gazing into those emerald eyes, the ocean eyed god lowers his head, holds the magical fingers of Amora and slowly whispers,
“Oh those kissable lips of yours, Amora!”
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holylulusworld · 2 years
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The villain in my story – Midgard 4
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Summary: Years ago, Odin refused a bond between Thor and you as your grandfather was a mere human. How will you react when Odin welcomes Jane Foster, Thor’s human fiancé with open arms?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Asgardian!Reader, former Thor Odinson x Reader 
Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Heimdall, Odin, Thor Odinson
Warnings: angst, mentions of unrequited love, language, awkward flirting skills (it’s Steve), Steve Rogers feels, mutual pining, fluff, jealous Thor, light smut, protected sex, cuddling & snuggling, mentions of fighting
A/N: Post ‘the dark kingdom’ but not compliant with the movie. Frigga did not die, nor did Loki.
<< Part 5
The villain in my story masterlist
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Three months later, … Asgard
“Why won’t you allow me to look for Y/N,” Thor complains loudly. He twirls his hammer in his right hand, huffing as his father refuses to even listen to his son today. “FATHER!”
“Your choice was poor, son. Y/N left because of your behavior. I will not let you,” Odin coughs. He presses one hand to his heart, struggling to breathe right. The all-father knows, his time will come sooner than expected and he fears, that none of his sons will be prepared for what is about to come. “I told you; she will return to Asgard when her home needs her the most.”
“You keep on saying that,” again Thor huffs. He’s like an angry child losing his favorite toy to someone else. “What if she doesn’t return? What if she needs my help?”
“Lady Y/N is one of our strongest and smartest warriors. But she’s so much more. She will return as she’s devoted to Asgard and her duty. Right now, she’s a flower, ripped out of the soil where she used to grow. Soon enough, she will bloom again, in another world. Renewed and stronger than ever before, Y/N will rise from the ashes of the ground you burned.”
“I fell in love with someone else and pretend my heart doesn’t beat for Y/N any longer. What’s past is past. I made mistakes, but I’m willing to take the blame and do anything to win her over again. Just tell me where she is.”
“Son,” Odin rises from his throne, “I cannot tell you where she has gone. I made a promise to myself and her. I will not break my word. Not for Loki, not for Asgard nor you. Lady Y/N will return when the time has come. Until then, you must await her return.”
“Father, don’t do this,” Thor watches his father slowly leave the throne room. He doesn’t see that Odin struggles to keep himself upright and that his breathing gets worse. “Father.”
“Soon, my son. She will return but at what cost…” Odin looks over his shoulder, eyes saddening as his son doesn’t understand the meaning of his words. “You’ll need your brother, Thor Odinson, God of thunder. All of you will need each other. I love you my son, and I have faith in you.”
“Father, what?” 
“You’ll understand soon enough,” leaving his son in deafening silence Odin walks away, sighing deeply as Asgard’s future lies in the dark.
Only he knows what will come…
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“You’re so strong and tall, Steve,” you sling your legs around Steve’s waistline, and trap him inside of your body. It’s the first time you ended up tangled in each other after dating for months.
After yet another battle you won alongside your new companions, you refused to think about your past and took the lead. You dragged Steve inside your room and kissed him breathlessly.
Unlike Thor, Steve moves slowly and deliberately. He holds your gaze the whole time. Steve watches your kiss-swollen lips part, and your face contorts in pleasure with every deep stroke of his cock. 
“Lady Y/N…doll…I…fuck,” Steve shouts your name as he finally allows himself to let go. “Y/N, my lady…I-“ his lips crush against yours as you dig your fingertips into his back. “I love you.”
“I-I love you too,” you return the kiss, eagerly tasting your lover. “I never thought I could love again after he broke my heart.” You rake your nails up and down Steve’s back as he collapses on top of you. He buries his face in your neck, caressing your sweet spot with his lips.
“Y/N…I, crap,” he slowly lifts his head from your neck. “I must be heavy. Please forgive me. I didn’t want to crush you. I’ll pull out and lie next to you.”
“Capt- I mean Steve, I’m not a vulnerable flower withering away when you lie on top of me. It’s quite the opposite. I love feeling you on top of me, Captain. It feels like we belong together. It feels like my journey, my life so far was meant to be to bring me here, into your arms.”
“That’s the most romantic and beautiful thing I ever heard,” you chuckle as Steve kisses your neck again. “Still, I should pull out. I don’t want to hurt you, doll.”
He slowly slips out of you, hissing as he already misses your warmth when rolls the condom off his length and discards the condom.
“You look like a warrior of the old times. Fresh from a fight. Sweat glistening on your skin- One I would compare to a young Odin,” you roll to your side to watch Steve lock the door. “Oh, I forgot to use the lock.”
“I got it handled,” he turns back around to walk back toward the bed. You admire his body in the dim light of your room. He looks like one of the statues you remember from your youth when you first wandered around Asgard. “Do you need anything? Water, food…a shower?”
“I’d like to have you back in my bed,” you give him a soft smile, hoping your moment of passion wasn’t short-lived and that he’ll not turn his back on you now. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”
“Of course, Y/N,” he returns your smile as he lies back on your bed. Steve opens his arms to let you rest your body on top of him. “Did you think I’ll leave now? That’s not who I am, ma’am. Steven Grant Rogers got raised better.”
“That thing you used to cover your manhood. What was it called again?”
“You mean the condom?” he runs one large hand over your back, tickling your skin. “We use it to prevent pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases. Uh-you know, I don’t want you to get sick. I didn’t stray too much but we don’t want to have a baby yet.”
“Yet,” you snuggle in his chest, repeating the word in your mind. Thor never talked about having a family with you, or the future. All the time you spend with Thor has gone to waste as he never loved you. You were simply convenient to him, nothing else.
“I know you came here to forget about Thor but, I hope you’ll stay here forever. We both are from different worlds. Or so it feels to me most of the time. Everything has changed. All the people I knew are gone. Dead. Forgotten. I’m the only one left.”
“My great-grandfather was human,” you close your eyes to enjoy Steve’s warmth. “My great-grandmother came here to find love on Midgard. I think that’s why Heimdall sent me here. He knew I’d find love on Midgard too.”
“Heimdall must be a wise man.”
“He’s all-seeing and very wise. No one knows how old he really is. I think he’s even older than Odin himself,” Steve listens closely as you talk about Asgard, Heimdall, and your family. You slowly opened up to him, and it makes his heart swell with pride.
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Meanwhile on Asgard, …
“Brother, what brings you here today? The same thing as every day?” Loki leans back against the wall, long legs stretched out as he watches his brother pace back and forth. “Thor, she won’t come back to you. What would you have done if she told everyone you know that she’s going to marry someone else? You embarrassed Y/N in front of her fellow warriors, friends, and family.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Thor’s voice booms and the walls begin to shake. “Father doesn’t want to help me. Heimdall refuses to tell me where to find her.”
“It’s our fate to find each other again when Asgard needs us the most,” reciting Heimdall’s words Loki closes his eyes. “I see dark times ahead of us, brother. I’m afraid you shouldn’t wish for Y/N’s return. Not if you don’t want to lose something more than your love…”
>> Part 7
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thebisexual-cousin · 10 months
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Damage Control
Warnings: NWH Spoilers; Peter being forgotten(not by reader lol); canon events of NWH; Normal sad Marvel
Pairings: Peter P x Asgardian!Reader; Loki x Sister!reader; Thor x sister!reader
Summary: After the events of No Way Home, Y/N and Loki are tasked to go to Midgard to repair damages, and a blue and red character is surprised by a certain someone.
Word Count: 798
Content: Maybe a whole fic.. more than a Drabble at most.
Staring at my tablet, they showed the damage caused on Earth. "Princess Y/N, you're needed by King Tho-," I heard a maid say, not finishing when she saw me watching the news. "Princess Y/N, you know the news is bad for your mental mindset." The same maid mentioned while cleaning up my vanity. "Oh alright..." I put my tablet down on my nightstand and stood.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and walked out the door to head to the throne room. Loki was also walking out of his chambers. His face lit up in mischief. "Hello sister, do you know what this oaf wants?" "No, Loki, I do not, and don't call him that, you know he hates it." I said calmly, with a bit of humor.
Thor was pacing back and forth, frantically, might I add. "Ahh..you're finally here." He announced clapping his hands. "Brother, what is needed from us?" I asked after I curtsied before him.
"Well Y/N, I need you to go to Midgard and help with the damage." He stated." Ok.. and why is Loki here?" "He is needed by Doctor Strange for some multiverse issues." Loki rolled his eyes, but underneath, I knew he was pleased by being needed.
"Alright, you ready to go now Loki?" I asked him, with a smirk on my face. I transformed quickly into trendy midguardian clothes and started racing Loki to the Bifrost bridge. I made it there first, Loki showed up seconds later. "Princess, Prince." Heimdall bowed.
He turned the sword and Loki and I were transported to Midgard." Alrighty, Thor is sending me to the Sanctum in Greenwich." I sighed. I turned to look at Loki and hugged him. "Be safe and don't do anything I would do," Loki said as he returned my hug and kissed my forehead.
"You too brother. See you soon." I said. I took out my phone that Thor gave me before I left. I put in the address "43-25 43rd St. Long Island City, New York." Not wanting to attract attention to myself, I decided that walking was better than teleporting.
*20 Minutes Later*
I looked at the building, or what was left of the building. Noticing the fire, the rubble, and the lack of civilians, I got to work. I closed my eyes, my palms out, and called my magick forward. I felt the surgery of power flow through my veins.
I started removing water from the lake nearby. I put out the fires easily, despite the resistance of my magick collecting the water. Looking ahead, I chose not to rebuild the building. I put the remaining rubble in the lake, thanking the element for allowing me to control it.
I called my magick back into me, keeping it secured. I saw a shadow in my peripheral. It was blue and red. The colors were easily recognizable. Peter! I thought. To assure myself that it was Peter, I called out his name.
"Peter! Hey Peter!" The figure quickly turned around and swung toward me. "You-you know my name?" He asked, looking confused. "Um yeah...you're Peter right?" "Yeah, I-I am." He chuckled.
"Why were you confused?" I asked. "It's a long story." He explained. I looked at my phone. No calls from my brothers. "I have time." "Oh-uh, ok. Well, my apartment is a couple of blocks away from here." I followed him back. We reached the complex, found his loft, and unlocked the door with his keys.
He allowed me in. I took in the simple aspect of the small space. I walked over to his desk, noticing the sewing machine and scraps of his suit. I looked closely at the coffee cup, "we are happy to serve you" it said.
I looked behind me, noticing Peter standing there with a pained look on his face. "So...what happened?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
He poured everything from the government accusing him, to his aunt passing, to now a world not knowing that Peter Parker exists. "Oh, Pete," I said, not wanting to cry. "Anyways, how do you still know who I am?" I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall.
"I wasn't on Earth when this happened. I was up in Asgard after the final battle." "Oh." He said simply.
We sat in silence, until my phone went off, signaling that Loki was done with his mission. I looked up at Peter, who was lost in his mind.
I leaned forward and put a kiss on his cheek. "I have to go back, but my number is on the table if you ever need to talk, ok?" I softly smiled. He nodded and kissed my cheek back. "Thank you." "Always." I smiled and teleported back to the meeting point.
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shari-berri · 1 year
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Spoilers!
Rewatching Thor (2011) and realized that when Loki falls into the bifrost abyss he t poses his way down. Like not only did he t pose but he also spun. Man looked like a sky dancer 💀 😭
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firegal19 · 1 year
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Y/n: In my family you can be 2 things. Either a strong warrior or a magic user
Y/n: My father, Odin, chose to be a strong warrior while Loki and Frigga chose to be magic users.
Y/n: But Thor and I said “fuck you stereotypes” and chose to be both.
Thor: That is why Y/n and Loki are teaching me magic.
Loki: It’s a great sibling bonding thing and Y/n and I enjoy laughing at Thor if he gets a spell wrong
Sam whispering to Bucky and Bruce: Are you two sure you want them?
Bucky: Yes, Y/n is my soulmate
Bruce: And Thor is mine
Sam: Ok then
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terry-perry · 6 months
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Smile Through Your Fear and Sorrow
Pairings: Ex!Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader, Steve x Peggy (implied, but can also be open to interpretation)
Genres: Angst, songfic? (more of a story inspired by listening to a song multiple times), Family fic
A/N: Another AU for my popular AU. Basically a "What If...?" scenario where Steve and Odinsdottir break up because he stayed in 1945. However, he returns sooner than what we saw in Endgame. And not alone...
Inspired by ABBA's "Angel Eyes," as well as Charlie Chaplin's "Smile."
Enjoy the angst!
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"No!"
"Yes!"
It was the talk of New Asgard now. Last night had been such drama.
"Last night, I took a stroll along the waters, and I saw him with this new woman! They looked very happy together."
Thor narrowed his eyes at the two women discussing this so openly at the bakery like this was entertaining gossip.
"You should've seen the way he looked at her. Absolutely spine-chilling!"
"Was it anything like how he'd look at the princess?"
"Oh no! This was even more intense!"
He had half a mind to lift up his hood and let his intimidating presence put a stop to their conversation. He had more important matters to attend to though. He turned back to the pastries displayed in front of him and pointed at the sweet bread he knew she loved. He hoped it would lift up her spirits for at least a moment.
Yes, it was true. Steve was not only back but has returned with another woman. They ran into him in New York after everything. It was not only a surprise to learn that he was back, but was with somebody else. Apparently, this was someone from his past that he brought back with him after returning the Infinity Stones. Someone he just couldn't be without.
Thor wanted so much to confront them, to at least talk to this woman about how she better be careful. This was all just a game to Steve. Everything might be lovely now, but it won't be long until there's trouble in paradise after realizing who he truly is. She'll be deceived by his charms and be forced to pay the price when the time comes.
Thor thought Y/N would think so so. He thought she might be hurt by Steve's sudden return, but she maintained that everything was fine. In fact, she kept going on with how happy she was for them.
Then the siblings decided to host a lovely gathering to help celebrate Mid-Summer. They invited their Midgardian companions who were very excited to help enjoy this celebration of light, fertility, and music. Even though Steve came and brought along his new female friend, Y/N kept insisting it was all right. Everything did seem to be okay at first, with everyone distracted by all the fun. Bonfires, traditional music, and the burning of corn dollies to celebrate the brightest time of the year were wonderful ways to forget about all worries.
Then last night happened.
On the third and final night of Mid-Summer, the new couple took the opportunity to announce their engagement. That was when Thor witnessed it. It was only for a brief moment, but he managed to spot the tears springing into her eyes and her lips trembling.
A dull, hollow feeling filled his chest as he saw her. Then, a flicker of light appeared. He saw her with a smile and a fresh face, which was nothing like the broken look he just saw. The split second of changing energy was too quick for everyone else to notice as they were in the midst of congratulating the newly engaged couple. He was the only one worried about what she would think, and he finally saw that everything wasn't okay.
Try as she might, Thor finally saw how not-okay Y/N actually was.
To Be Continued...
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Thor: It’s something called Braxton-Hicks contractions
Loki: Oh god, its no big deal. Most women don’t even feel them
Bucky and Y/n and the same time: Ok, no uterus, no opinion
Bucky and Y/n: *high five each other*
Peter: *plays the THIS IS MODERN FEMINISM TALKING audio
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hinatastinygiant · 2 months
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1 | 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭
Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader
The Author
"Come on, Y/N," your mother hums as the two of you approach the large, unfamiliar castle that is looming over you. You are only six years old and have never traveled off-world before. It is an exciting yet terrifying adventure. You grip her hand tighter as she leads you across the bridge.
"Chin up, dear," your father hums as he stands in front of you, not bothering to look back. "Do us proud and you might just find a husband on this planet."
"A husband?" you gulp as you look up at your mother. Her eyes show no emotion. She looks straight ahead and pays you no mind.
"Yes, a husband. I expect great things from you, Y/N. We both do," your father replies.
As you approach the castle, your father speaks to the guards, informing them that they have come for the party that is supposedly in your honor. The guards lead your family through the winding halls of the castle. Your small steps can hardly keep up with the large guards and the pace your parents are walking at. The floral tiara, adorned with roses and leaves, on your head nearly falls off your head as you're led into a beautiful throne room.
There, you are greeted by the king and queen. "Ah," the king speaks as he approaches the three of you. "King Lucius Aurelius, pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."
They welcome you with a warm smile.
"As to you, King Odin," your father replies with a nod of his head.
"I see you have brought the princess of the hour," King Odin smiles kindly at you. "What a lovely dress, princess," he then compliments you. Honestly, you're quite proud of the compliment. The gold dress that you begged your mother to allow you to wear is your favorite. And if you're going to meet your husband today, you want him to see you at your very best.
"Thank you, my king," you answer with a curtsy.
"And what manners, too," he chuckles. "The princes will be out shortly. I believe they're planning something for you."
You turn your attention towards the large door across the room. You can't help but be nervous at the prospect of meeting your future husband. You're so focused on the doors that you don't even notice your parents leading you away until they're dragging you along. Together with King Odin and the Queen, you enter the biggest ballroom you've ever seen in your life. The marble floors glisten under the lights and the large balcony doors are open, revealing the gardens outside.
"Wow," you breathe as you look around the room. "It's beautiful," you murmur as the king and queen thank you for the compliment.
Your father, not so happy with your comment which makes his kingdom seem lesser in comparison, clears his throat and shoots you a warning glare.
"So," your father then speaks, drawing the attention back onto him, "your children?"
"Oh, yes. Y/N, darling," Queen Frigga hums as she nudges you forward. "The boys will be down shortly. They have prepared a surprise for you. Go wait by the stairs," she then instructs, pointing towards the large staircase on the opposite end of the room.
Nervous, you nod and walk across the ballroom floor towards the large staircase.
"Y/N!" you hear a voice call. Looking to your right, you spot a blonde-haired boy, dressed in armor and a red cape.
He walks up to you with a wide smile. "You are Y/N, aren't you?" he asks, his blue eyes wide with excitement.
"Y-yes, I am," you nod. "Are you Thor? I've heard much about you from my father."
"Hmm," he replies proudly while putting his hands on his hips and straightening his back to appear taller than you. "That's me! Prince Thor!"
"Well, it's nice to finally meet you," you smile kindly. "I hope we'll be good friends," you tell him as he holds out his arm for you to take.
"I'm sure we will be," he nods, grinning wider as you accept his hand. "Want to see a neat trick? I can pick up that whole statue over there!"
"Oh really?" you smirk, unconvinced. "Prove it."
"Watch this!" he then beams as takes you by the hand and leads you across the room. You gasp, your heart skipping a beat as he grips you tightly and drags you along.
"Thor! Y/N!"
Looking up, the two of you stop and turn to see the queen standing next to a smaller, dark-haired boy. He's dressed in green and black, and unlike Thor, the other boy's hair is slicked back.
"Y/N, this is Prince Loki. My brother," Thor explains as he releases your hand. "Loki, this is Princess Y/N."
You offer the prince a kind smile. "Hello, Your Highness."
"Greetings," Loki nods his head, keeping his eyes glued to yours. He then grips onto his mother's dress and hides his face. Loki rolls his eyes.
"So anyway, I was going to show you my trick. Are you ready to see it?"
"As I'll ever be," you chuckle.
Thor then sucks in a deep breath before approaching the statue. "This one's going to be great," he tells you as he reaches out for the statue. His fingers wrap around the base and, as if lifting something made of simply nothing, he lifts the statue high into the air.
You gasp as he tosses it from hand to hand, the weight seemingly having no effect on him.
"Okay, enough of that," the queen then shakes her head. "Place it back before you accidentally drop it."
"Yes mother," he agrees before placing the statue back in its place.
"Well done," you applaud him as he walks back towards you. "I'm quite impressed. I didn't think you'd actually be able to do it."
Thor's face lights up when he hears those words. "Thank you," he grins. "I think my brother wanted to show you something, too, but I don't think it'll be as impressive as mine."
You turn to look at the dark-haired boy. His face is bright red as he pulls away from his mother. She then pushes him toward you slightly where he freezes completely still.
"Was there... something you wanted to show me, Prince Loki?" you ask curiously.
"I, uh," he mutters, looking from Thor to you. Without saying more, he pushes up the sleeves of his suit. Then, with a flick of the rest, reveals a white rose out of thin air. "They're said to symbolize loyalty so I thought... well, it's nice to meet you."
With a soft smile, you accept the flower from him. "Thank you, Loki," you hum. "This is lovely."
He offers a shy smile in return.
It takes Loki a little while, but by the end of the night, the three of you are all playing like old friends. "You know, Princess Y/N, we have another brother, too," Thor randomly brings up in the middle of a conversation.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, his name is Balder," Loki adds.
"Where is he, then?"
"He's not allowed to attend the party tonight. Apparently, he kissed his nanny the other day," Thor informs you. "That's why it's just us here."
"Oh my," you chuckle.
"Thor! Loki!" the king's voice calls out to the three of you. Looking up, the three of you spot him waving in your direction. "It's time to say goodnight to Princess Y/N and her family. Come on."
"Coming father!" Thor nods as the three of you rush to the front of the ballroom.
Once your hand is back in your father's, you glance at your two new friends. Which one of them will become your husband? you wonder. Most likely, whichever is the oldest. Perhaps it will even be the one who kissed his nanny. But your parents did seem pretty sure that you'd be meeting your husband tonight... which just leaves the two.
When you glance between the two boys, you realize there's one you secretly hope it will be.
***
After that night, your family has taken multiple trips to Asgard and attended dozens of lavish parties. Each time, you are able to spend time with both princes and the two of them become very important people in your life.
"Y/N, dear," your mother's voice hums as she approaches you in the garden. "Your eighteenth is in two weeks. The King and Queen have decided that on that day, they will decide which of the three princes will be the one to marry you."
"Really?" you ask nervously.
"Yes," she says as she sits down beside you. "Now, I know you are excited to go there tonight but remember, your father and I expect great things from you. You're a princess of Astoria. Do not forget that."
"Of course, mother," you agree.
"And the prince who marries you will bring us glory and honor, do you understand? So, when we get there tonight, I want you to behave. No horseplay. No silly games. We're here to make a good impression and find the prince who will marry you. Is that understood?"
"It is," you nod.
When the three of you arrive, you do your best to hold back from running to the two princes when you spot them in the ballroom. You can tell they're acting different this time, too. Neither of them smiles as they approach with their parents and Balder.
"Y/N," Thor greets as he reaches for your hand. He places a kiss on the top of your hand, earning a small scowl from his younger brother. You wonder if this is the way they'll be all night.
"Prince Thor, Loki," you nod politely.
"We're glad to have you," Queen Frigga hums as the three princes begin to walk away. However, your mother grabs you by the hand, ensuring that you don't walk away this time.
You spend the night talking to various members of the royal family, excluding the three brothers. Your mother makes sure to keep you away, knowing that you'll run off and never be seen again. However, towards the end, once she's had a few too many drinks, she loosens her grip and lets you slip through her fingers.
You rush outside first, determined to get a fresh breath of air. You've felt nothing but suffocating the whole night and you'd do anything to get away from it all.
"Y/N," you hear Loki's voice hum.
"Loki," you gasp as you turn to face him. "What are you doing out here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.
"I just needed some air."
"Ah, so did I," he agrees. "But also, I had hoped to talk to you. I saw you've been wrapped up in conversation with my parents all evening."
"Yeah well, I-"
"I get it," he nods as he approaches the balcony near where you stand. He then remains quiet as he looks out at the stars. You smile and do the same, leaning in towards him as you relax in the comforting quiet of the moment.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" you ask after a few minutes.
"Nothing. Just didn't want to miss our time together," he sighs as he looks out into the darkness.
"Yeah, well, we probably don't have long. I'm supposed to be inside still, and I doubt my parents will let me out of their sight again. I'm sure they'll have the guards looking for me any second," you giggle.
"Is that so?" he hums, turning to face you. "My, you are so popular, aren't you?"
"Suppose the birthday girl deserves that, don't you think?" you grin.
"Of course," he replies, gazing into your eyes. You hate how he does that. It's like he's able to see right into your soul, feel what you feel without you ever saying a word.
"Y/N."
"Mmhmm," you hum, looking away as he leans in towards you.
"Are you looking forward to it?" he whispers as he tucks your hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to linger on your cheek.
"For what?" you ask, half stunned by his bold move. He's never acted like this before.
"You know," he hums, moving in closer, "for your birthday."
"I'm not sure," you shake your head. "I suppose I'm ready for whatever happens."
"Are you?" he asks, his face inches from yours.
You look away, unsure if you're able to handle him this close to you. "I am."
"Even if it were to be me?" he continues, and you are pretty sure your heart has stopped
"I think," you gulp, trying not to sound nervous, "that I wouldn't mind if it were you."
"Oh," he replies, still getting ever so slowly closer. "And if it isn't me?"
"Then, I'll have a husband," you answer, finally turning your gaze back onto his. "I suppose that is a good thing. Isn't it?"
"I suppose," he hums as his eyes flutter shut. Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours, causing you to pull back immediately.
"What was that?" you gasp, holding your hands over your mouth.
"A kiss," he answers, reaching out for your hand. "Was that your first?"
"No, I mean... Well yes, but- Loki, you can't just..." you mumble, unable to find the words.
"Do you not want to?" he asks, taking a step back.
"I... I didn't say that," you answer, your cheeks burning hot.
"You didn't have to," he chuckles as he moves back towards you.
You reach out, placing a hand on his chest as he comes near. "We shouldn't," you whisper.
"But isn't that what makes it fun," he smirks.
He's definitely not wrong. All you want is to kiss him again. You allow your eyes to flutter close, giving in to the temptation as he places his lips back on yours. This time, you kiss him back. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss.
"Y/N, is that you?" Thor's voice then calls.
The two of you pull away immediately, both out of breath and wide-eyed. Thor steps closer and your heart races. He looks between the two of you and raises a brow.
"Were you two-"
"Nothing," Loki blurts out.
"If our parents found out, they'd kill you, Loki. Actually, probably both of you," Thor warns.
"So, what do we do?" Loki asks.
Thor turns to look at you. "Nothing," he huffs. "It never happened." He then grabs you by the arm and begins to guide you back into the ballroom. "Your parents are looking for you. Time to go inside."
You look backward at Loki as Thor pulls you away. The hurt in his eyes hurts you. You've hope to god you never have to see that look again.
***
Two weeks later, on your birthday, your parents throw the most lavish party you've ever seen. They've invited thousands of people from all across the nine realms. Everyone, it seems, wants to meet the soon-to-be betrothed princess.
"Have you told her yet?" Loki asks as Thor approaches.
"Not yet. It's a surprise, isn't it?"
"But you're telling her tonight, right?" Loki whispers.
"Let me deal with it, you ass. You've already done enough to help out," Thor scoffs. "Besides, I think I can figure out how to propose to a princess after twelve years of being told how to do it."
"Well, excuse me," Loki huffs as Thor walks away.
"Y/N," Thor greets when he spots you standing by the cake, helping the staff turn it at just the right angle. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Thor!" you smile when you see him at your side. He snakes his arm around your waist and kisses you on the cheek. And as he does, you can see Loki watching the pair of you from a distance away.
"How have you been?" he asks.
"Good. My mother is quite nervous about the big reveal tonight. She's been rushing me all morning, and then when I wasn't dressed fast enough, she nearly threw a vase at my head," you chuckle.
"Wow, and your father? I bet he's excited," he adds, trying to distract from the subject as he leads you towards the center of the room.
"Yes, but I know he's worried too. I'm surprised that neither of them is hovering over me right now," you explain as you look around the room and spot them approaching Loki. Perhaps it will be him after all.
"Well, before all that happens, there's something I wanted to give you," Thor hums, stealing your attention once more.
"What is it?" you ask, looking around.
Before you can take in what's happening, he bends down on one knee, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, velvet box. Opening it, he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw drops, unable to believe what you're seeing. Part of you wishes you could back away into a hole and not come back out, but at the same time, you know it would break Thor's heart.
"Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"
"Y-Yes," you hesitate for only a moment before accepting. With a smile, he slides the ring onto your left ring finger and pulls you into a tight hug. You can't help but smile in the moment, knowing how proud both of your parents will be. But once he pulls back, and your two families come over to congratulate you, tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Locking eyes with Loki is different- and always will be- and now, you're not sure if you'll ever be able to face him again.
The party carries on and the announcement is made. The cheers are thunderous as Thor is officially declared your betrothed.
"I can't believe it," Loki sighs as he stands beside you. He's been watching Thor the entire night. You know he's been dying to speak to you, but hasn't had the chance until the rest of the room is drunk enough to not notice what either of you is doing.
"Can't believe what?" you hum, looking away.
"Part of me thought he wouldn't do it. Not after the other week..." he whispers, voice trailing off into nothing.
"What do you mean?" you then ask, finally glancing at him. "Did you know? Did you both know?"
"We did," he admits, staring out into the crowd. His eyes are filled with hurt, just like they had been the last time you saw him. "We've always known. We weren't supposed to tell you."
"Then why?" you frown, tears swelling up in your eyes. "Why did you-"
"Because, it was the only way I could have you."
"But, we can't-"
"I know. Believe me, I know," he grumbles, looking in the opposite direction of you now. "I'm sorry, Princess, I shouldn't have done it."
"No, I-"
"Happy birthday, Princess," he hums before walking away.
The tears begin to roll down your cheeks, and as you wipe them away, you realize you wish things could've gone differently. You wish Loki was the one you were betrothed to.
Suddenly, a pair of large arms wrap around you from behind and spin you around. You gasp as you hear Thor's laugh from behind you.
"You did so well," he grins. "You've made them so happy. You're going to make the perfect queen."
You bite your lip, hoping not to cry again. And as he puts you down and spins you to face him, he notices the tears in your eyes.
"What's wrong?" he frowns.
"Nothing," you shake your head. "Everything is fine."
"You're crying," he points out.
"I'm just really happy," you lie, managing a smile.
"Okay," he smiles in return, not wanting to push the issue. "Come on, dance with me," he hums, pulling you towards the center of the room.
"Thor," you giggle, trying not to trip over yourself as he drags you along. "I don't dance, you know that."
"Just follow my lead," he insists. "Like always."
The two of you dance until you're completely worn out. By the end of the night, you can't keep your eyes open, and neither can he. Leaning on him for support, you don't realize how close he is to you until his lips meet yours in a surprising kiss. You pull back immediately.
"Thor," you whisper.
"Right," he clears his throat. "I should, uh, probably get you back to your parents. Wouldn't want them to start a war."
"Yes, of course," you agree.
He offers a hand, which you take, and then leads you across the ballroom and back to where your parents are. You spend the rest of that night in a trance-like state. Time passes so quickly, that you can't believe the party is finally over. In the blink of an eye, you're back in your bed, looking up at the dark ceiling and thinking of what could've been.
***
The next time you visit Asgard, two different princes meet you than the ones you grew up knowing. The first greets you with a kiss on your cheek, rather than your hand, and wraps his arm around your waist. The second, who's dressed in gold and black, is not anywhere to be seen.
"Where's Loki?" you whisper to Thor as the two of you walk inside the castle together.
He sighs, shaking his head as he tries to find an appropriate way to explain what his brother has been up to for the past month. "Well, he, uh, is with another woman. You'll see him later," he explains as he turns to face you.
"Another woman?" you question, stopping in your tracks to glare at him.
"Y/N, it's not any of your concern," he insists. "Besides, it's not really serious. Don't worry about it."
"You expect me not to worry about the brother of the prince I am going to marry running around with a bunch of whores?"
"Y/N," he whispers sharply. "People are watching. You'll be careful to mind your tongue. Is that understood?"
"You're such an ass," you snap before walking away.
He follows closely behind you as you try and escape his presence. He catches up easily and wraps a hand around your wrist. "Don't rush off like that," he tells you, nearly sweeping you off your feet. Damn him and his annoying charm
"What do you want from me?" you huff, not bothering to stop him from pulling you close.
"Only a kiss from my betrothed, is that so bad?" he smirks.
You roll your eyes, trying your hardest not to get caught up in his charisma. "Fine, just one," you agree.
He cups your cheeks and leans in to press his lips to yours. As he does, your mind wanders to his younger brother and how soft his lips had been. Except Thor is much rougher. Instead of feeling butterflies, you feel your back pushed up against the nearby marble column. And instead of feeling the warmth of his body, the cold marble causes your spine to ache.
"Oh, god, are you fucking kidding?" Loki's voice interrupts the moment suddenly.
Thor pulls back just enough to turn his head where he sees his brother drunkenly stumbling towards you both. But instead of rushing to his side, he kisses you one last time.
"Brother," he grins, letting go of you.
"Don't bother me," Loki growls.
"What are you so upset about?" Thor asks. "I was only kissing my future wife. Did your whore not love you enough last night? Is that why you're so pissy?"
"Fuck you," Loki huffs.
"Fuck me? Brother, you've got it backwards, haven't you?"
"Don't be a dick," you sigh, addressing both of them. "Let's just go back inside."
"Mmm, no thanks," Loki shakes his head. "I have a better idea."
"Loki," Thor warns.
"Shut up, Thor," Loki rolls his eyes. "You can go back inside and kiss the hell out of your future wife. But I'm going to grab a bottle of wine and have some real fun. Want to come, darling?" he asks, offering a hand out to you.
You glance from Thor to Loki. Part of you wants to go with Loki. To make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. But you know better than to cause a scene. If your parents found out...
"Maybe another time," you sigh.
"Fine, then have fun. I'm sure Thor will give you plenty," Loki snaps before walking away.
"That piece of-" he begins before you cut him off.
"Don't," you say.
"Don't what?" he snaps.
"Say whatever horrible thing you were going to say about your brother. You two used to be best friends. All of us were. You shouldn't talk about him that way. And besides, I'd much rather you come inside and get your parents' attention off of me for a little while," you add.
He sighs. "Fine. Whatever you want," he huffs, reaching down to take your hand. "Let's go then."
***
LOKI'S P.O.V.
Even after three months from when Thor proposed to Y/N, I haven't been able to get the damn scene out of my head. She looked so happy. As if she did truly want it to be him instead of me. But what makes me even sicker is the thought of our kiss. How it'll never happen again. And how no matter how hard I try to find it elsewhere, I know nothing will be able to compare to her.
The thoughts are haunting. There isn't a moment I'm able to completely clear my head. Not while I'm with other women. Not while I'm by myself. No matter what I do, I can't forget. And the worst part is that I'm not sure I want to.
"You've been awfully quiet," the woman kneeling before me whispers as she trails her hands up my leg. "Does this feel good?"
"Yes," I lie as I place my hand in her dark hair. "Don't stop."
I close my eyes, doing my best not to think about the beautiful princess on her knees before me. But I fail miserably. She's all I can think about. I imagine the softness of her lips, the gentle touch of her hands, the sweetness of her voice, the warmth of her skin...
I gasp, opening my eyes as the woman pulls back, releasing me from her mouth.
"Did you-"
"Yes, sorry," I sigh, tucking myself back into my pants and pulling the zipper up.
"No need to apologize, my prince," she smiles quite proud of herself. "Would you like to stay here for the night?"
"Not tonight," I reply, shaking my head.
"You're so tense," she then says, climbing onto the couch beside me. "You need a release. A second release."
She's here right now. In the palace with my brother and my parents. I've always hated going to those damn parties every week since that night. I can't stand seeing the two of them together. And the worst part is that every week, she looks more and more like his princess. It's as if she was made to be his.
"I'll be fine," I insist, standing from the couch. "But if you'd like, you could accompany me to the palace."
"M-me, my prince?" she questions, her eyes going wide.
"Of course," I nod. "Why not?"
"A-Alright, then. Let's go," she agrees immediately, gathering her clothes.
By the time the two of us reach the palace, we're both drunk out of our minds. I hardly recall anything that has led up to this moment tonight, but to be perfectly honest, that's better than remembering it all.
"My prince," she hums as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Yes?" I hum, leaning in.
"Do you love me?"
I frown as I think back to the way I had last seen Y/N in this hallway. My brother had her pinned up against one of the columns, his hands in places they didn't belong.
"Do I love you?" I question, not answering her question. "Do you want to know something?"
"Mmhmm," she hums as she presses herself closer to me.
Without another word, I push her body up against that same column where Y/N had been with Thor. My lips crash into hers, my hands cupping her cheeks, and I allow myself to get lost in her. She tastes sweet, her body warm, and her curves are soft beneath my hands. I reach down to her thigh, pushing up her skirt before lifting her off her feet. She wraps her legs around my waist, her back pressed up against the cold marble.
"You're so warm," she hums, her voice sending shivers down my spine. "So much warmer than him."
I bite down on her lip, causing her to yelp in response.
"You shouldn't say his name when you're with me," I warn.
"Mmm, then punish me, my prince," she purrs.
I know Y/N isn't here with me now, but gods do I wish it was her. I'd have to keep her quiet, making sure Thor wouldn't hear us. She'd be so good for me. She'd listen. She'd obey. And her body... gods her body.
"Take me to your room," she pleads, drawing my attention back to her.
"What?" I reply, suddenly being brought back to reality. However, before she can say more, the door bursts open and we both look up to see Thor storming down the hall.
"Loki, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts.
I release her immediately and the girl falls to the ground, struggling to fix her dress. Behind him I see Y/N, dressed in the most beautiful golden dress. She always did look beautiful in that color. A true princess. A true princess who is staring at me with a look of shock and confusion.
"Brother," I smirk.
"Y/N," he then growls as he glances back at her. "Go back inside."
"Umm," the woman I was just with gulps as she looks between my brother and me.
"Leave us," I then order her.
"O-of course, my prince," she nods as she quickly scurries past us and back the way we came.
"Loki," Thor repeats, his voice low and threatening. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Enjoying the party," I smirk, unable to wipe the stupid grin from my face.
"You're drunk. We have guests. Why would you do that here?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Go up to bed. And don't let Y/N catch you looking this way again. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," I wink as I push past him and head for the stairs. But, as I turn the corner, I spot Y/N's worried concern and it makes my heart stop.
"Is he alright?" she asks Thor as he approaches her.
"Of course, he's just drunk. Nothing new," Thor lies.
"Okay," she whispers softly, taking his hand. "Let's head back."
"Good idea."
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