Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Part 2

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Warnings: None

Prologue,Part 1

It had been a month since the day you met Aurora, and life had been pleasant since then. You would see each other nearly every day in your favorite spot in the garden, the spot under the pillared gazebo with nothing but trees and flowers surrounding the area. Even Drakon had grew to like her, and he tended to be quite the picky dragon when it came to people other than you. During the time spent together, you would tell each other many stories. Aurora had confessed the troubles of her life, how she was invisible amongst her brothers and sisters and in the eyes of her mother. And in return, you told her about the troubles of your own. You told her how often you noticed the way people looked at you strange because you didn’t look like other Olympians. You told her about how they always frowned at your unkept, boyish appearance, something they thought to be unfitting of a princess. They also didn’t like the fact that you always spoke your mind, which eventually led to word being spread around like wildfire of your outlandish behavior, much to the disappointment of your parents. “It’s un-lady-like” they would say. But, apart from that, you didn’t let the rumors and critiques of others bother you.

You both had dreams of your own. Dreams of escaping, traveling to other realms. Aurora told you how she would like to travel one day to other places to discover the different possible dragons that might inhabit there, and at the same time, master her elemental abilities. And when she had asked you what you dreamed of doing someday, you replied that you would like to see other worlds, see the beauty of their landscape and architecture while meeting other peculiar individuals. You confessed how you also hoped to master not only your skills of warfare and the blade, but also the penmanship and intelligence of the wise while finally perfecting the abilities of your telepathy. And as of right now, you were already well on your way of achieving just that by attending your daily sessions with your sister Athena.

“So have you learned anything new from your powers?” You asked your friend, your hands folded across your stomach as you stared up at the sky, following the clouds as they moved from your spot on the grass.

“Not yet.” Aurora replied as she picked at the green grass near her feet as she sat with her legs crossed, “And you?" 

"No, nothing yet. I can still hear thoughts and read a few minds but, that’s it.” You shrugged your shoulders in disappointment. You wanted nothing more than to match the skills of those you knew, and it didn’t help that it was taking you a long time to reach the goals you had set for yourself. Everyone in your family had already mastered their powers at your age and the thought of it made you upset with yourself.

“Nemesis!” You heard your father’s loud voice booming through the garden, the sound startling Drakon awake from his nap.

“I’m here papa.” You called out at him before turning to Aurora to see her tense up. 

You saw your father walk towards you with a smile, catching the way his eyes glanced over at Aurora rather displeasingly. The subtle action made her cower behind you in timidness, her hands held behind her as she stared down at the grass beneath her feet.

“It’s okay Aurora,” You whispered to her. “It’s just my papa." 

"I know, but still.” She mumbled back as she looked up at you from under her lashes.

“Come y/n, we have matters to attend to.” He spoke, extending an open hand towards you.  

“……..Yes papa.” You muttered with a lowered head, your lips formed into a pout as you took his large hand after telling Drakon to stay.

“You should go home to your mother Aurora.” Zeus gave Aurora a stern look, a look that made you frown at the sight of it.

Did your father not like her?

“Yes, your majesty. Bye y/n.” Aurora bowed quietly before walking off with her head facing the ground. 

You tried to open your mouth to ask your father Zeus about Aurora, curious as to why he had looked at her as if she were some beggar but resulted in changing your mind once you saw his expression. "Papa?“ 

"Yes child?" 

"Where are we going?" 

"It’s a surprise.” Zeus told you as he lead you off to another side the garden, his eyes focused on someone ahead.

You followed his gaze, looking ahead and tilting your head in curiosity upon seeing a beautiful woman, her chestnut skin glowing against the sun’s rays as her tight ebony curls blow gently against the wind, holding the hand of a younger girl your age that resembled her. Yet her eyes, they resembled another, of someone you knew.

Who is she?

You heard the woman bend down to whisper a few words in her daughter’s ear. Whatever she had said made the little girl’s eyes widen in shock as she stared at your father. She looked back up at her mother for assurance before looking back at Zeus, taking a step towards him nervously. You watched curiously from behind your father as he kneeled down to face her properly before taking her small hand in his.

“You are very special child. I’m sure this whole arrangement has you baffled but rest not you aren’t alone.” Zeus uttered to the little girl before motioning to you. "This here is y/n, my daughter and your half sister. Y/n, this your sister Tara and her mother Neith.“

You let out an inaudible gasp, your eyes widened at what he had just said. Your father and an Egyptian goddess? Was this forbidden or just unheard of? Did your mother know of this? The little girl Tara looked at you with a baffled expression, the both of you mirroring each other as you locked eyes with her.

A million thoughts ran through your little head as you tried to figure out what she was thinking. What if she hated you right now. What if she thought you were pathetic and not worthy of being a sister. At this point, you didn’t know what to think, you thought you would be the last remaining child of Zeus, and yet, here she was. A girl from another realm, carrying the blood of the Egyptian gods through your veins, your new half-sister. As a result of your rash and panicked thinking, you decided on a duel. You would challenge her to a duel in order to find out her true intentions….if she had any.

"Hi I’m y/n. Do you also have powers like me? I just wanted to know because I’m psychic, a warrior and will soon be able to fly. What can you do?” You introduced yourself, sticking out your tiny hand for her to shake.

“Hello, I can talk to animals and with practice and training I can get their abilities. I’m also a gifted warrior, I can use any weapon you give me.” Tara introduced herself as well, shaking your hand eagerly.

She can talk to animals? You thought, suddenly becoming disappointed over your own abilities or rather lack thereof. Why did you have to be gifted with such bland abilities? Remember y/n, do not make yourself seem weak, especially not in front of your new sister. 

“Then it’s settled, we shall spar, swords only.” You announced with your arms crossed.

“Y/n!” Zeus uttered your name in alarm. “You can’t just ask your sister, whom you just met, to spar with you.”

“Is this area ok with you?” Tara stood with her small sword in hand, a blade that had a strange curve on the ends that you had never seen before.

“Let them Zeus. Come over here and watch with me.” Neith told the rather baffled looking Zeus as she dragged him to the side. 

With both of your small dulled swords in your hands, you began to circle each other, one foot overstepping the other, your eyes focused on each other’s movements and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Tara was the one to pull the first attack, lunging forward in front of you as she swung her blade down to your shoulder. In a swift movement, you brought up your own sword and parried the attack, hitting her blade away with the edge of yours in a loud clink. Remembering what Athena had taught you, you attacked her with quick strikes and forced her to be on the defensive, deceiving her to think that was the only stance that you were capable of. A small smirk formed on your lips as you started to build up some confidence, even enjoying the refreshing moment of having the chance to spar with someone other than Athena. Tara was good with the blade, but not good enough, you thought. Before you were able to land another swing at her, Tara did a 360 pivot to the right, her sandals brushing against the dirt of the path before pressing her blade to your neck.

“Stand down.” She ordered in your ear.

Oh dear sister, do not pride in yourself that quick. 

“What makes you think I’m ready to give up?” You asked her, trying your best to hide the smirk that tugged at your lips.

“You spent most of your energy doing quick heavy attacks while I was guarding. Any more fighting is useless.” She smiled at you before releasing her sword off your neck and dropping it to her side. 

“I see.” You lowered your sword as well and returned it to your belt. “You really are skilled, however,” you smirked as you grabbed her arm, flipping her over your shoulder and pinning her to the ground. “Never let your guard down sister.”

Tara and you let out a childish giggle at the act, a smile appearing on your lips as you helped her up before dusting yourselves off. Neith and Zeus were amused with your little combat techniques, sending the both off you off to play while they went off to discuss some important matters. You decided to show Tara around a bit and took her to the far side of the garden, your favorite little spot where you found Drakon waiting for you. Tara had stood in shock at seeing Drakon, it was her first time seeing a dragon. Back in her home they had similar beasts but instead they resembled large snakes, something that rather terrified the young Egyptian princess. But thankfully, it didn’t take long for Tara and Drakon to warm up to each other. The two of you shared stories in the spot under the gazebo as you told her everything there was to know about Olympus and the different creatures that can be spotted throughout the realm. You listened with fascination as Tara described to you about the vastness of her homeland. She explained how that her realm wasn’t that much different from Midguards continent of Africa, and was all together magical in it’s own uniqueness and even promised to take you with her to visit someday. You were happy for once, relieved to have a sister such as her. Now that she was around, you didn’t feel left out after having to be the youngest of Zeus’s children and not having anyone to relate to. Tara and you had connected the moment you first saw each other, and nothing had made you happier than that very moment. You heard some footsteps in the distance and turned your head to see someone you knew, a stunning young woman who carried this certain warmth and kindness in her eyes that you have yet to see in anyone else, your mother Hera.

“Nemesis darling, Tara, your father would like to see you both.” She smiled at the two of you with her hands folded in front of her, a sparkle in her eye at seeing that the two of you had got along so quickly.

“Mana!(mother in Greek)” You gasped, looking between her and your sister with wide eyes, “You know Tara?”

“Why of course I do.” She nodded her head, her eyes that resembled the feathers of a peacock resting upon Tara’s surprised face. Her soothing voice that you loved to hear softening when she spoke to your sister. “My name is Hera young princess. I am the Queen of Olympus.”

“Nice to meet you your majesty.” Tara marveled at your mother, her eyes filled with awe and shock upon meeting a woman she had only heard about through her own mother.

“What does papa want?” You asked Hera, your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. 

“Why don’t you go see for yourselves then?” Hera smiled while helping the two of you to our feet before leading you back to the garden. Upon arriving once more on the stone path that led into the garden, you found Zeus and Neith sitting on one of the stone benches, their voices hushed in silent conversation before abruptly stopping at the sound of your footsteps. There was something hidden behind their eyes, a thought that was ready to be revealed as they focused their gaze on Tara and you. Something told you there was another reason your sister Tara came to Olympus today, and it wasn’t just for introductions.

“What is it Papa?” You asked as you walked up to him, resting your hands on the fabric of his bent knees. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing serious child.” He answered with a soft smile, placing a hand on your shoulder before facing Tara and waving her over. “Come hither Tara.”

You watched Tara as she timidly walked over to your side, her hand clutching the back of your tunic in nervousness.

“Are…are we in trouble?” She mumbled out.

“Oh no no my dear child!” Zeus chuckled out, the ends of his eyes crinkling in humor as he placed his other hand on Tara’s shoulder as well.

“Then what is it Papa?” You asked him the same question with a frown, not amused at his lack of answering to your inquiries. You didn’t like to be left in the dark.

“I’m taking you both to a new place.” He finally answered, his words making you tilt your head in confusion.

A new place? What new place?, you thought.

“What new place sir?” You heard Tara ask the exact same question you were going to ask next.

“There’s no need to be formal Tara, for I am your father.” Zeus smiled at her.

“Yes….father.” Tara mumbled shyly at him, not used to having the idea of a father thrown at her so suddenly. She wanted to accept that this man she had never seen before was her father, but it was all still new information for her.

“Now, go get dressed.” Your father nodded off in the opposite direction. “We’re going to leave in a bit. Tara, I believe your mother already has garments for you.”

“I can’t wear this?” You referred to your tunic, your face scrunching up at the thought of dressing up when you were already in something comfortable.

“Y/n child.” Zeus stared you down with an amused smirk, “You must wear something else. You’ve been training in this tunic, it’s covered in dirt.”

“……yes papa.” You let out a sigh, mumbling as you did so.

You knew there was no way you were going to win this argument.

“Go to your mother and Aphrodite, they’ll dress you.”

“Yes papa.” You let out another sigh as you walked away while Tara went along with her mother Neith.

You waved Drakon over, letting him tag along behind you as you walked back to your father’s palace. To be honest, though you didn’t like the idea of travelling on such a short notice, you were excited to see just where it was that you and Tara were heading. You entered the courtyard of your father’s palace; it was a large open space lined with pillars and the greenest plants and trees that bared colorful exotic fruits that left a mouth-watering scent when you passed by them, with a fountain that spilled water onto the rectangular pool of water just below it. You smiled to see your mother waiting patiently for you, leaning against one of the pillars with your aunt Aphrodite standing beside her. Drakon stayed in the courtyard under the shade while you walked over to your mother.

“Mana!” You giggled as you ran over to hug her, your little arms wrapping around her legs while you pressed your cheek against her stomach before smiling up at Aphrodite. “Hello theía (Aunt in greek).”

“Hello Nemesis.” Aphrodite smiled back at you, the sun’s rays radiating against her skin and making her pink rose-toned hair glow brighter.

“Careful y/n! Come, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.” Hera beamed down at you before taking your hand and leading you to your bedroom, your sandals echoing in clicks against the marble and gold floors of the inside of the palace.

“Must I wear this mana?” You looked back at your mother as you tugged on your new dress that draped over your shoulders and stopped down at your elbows while she tied a golden silk belt around your torso. “It’s pink.”

“But it looks lovely on you y/n dear.” Aphrodite gave a playful pout.

“Listen my dear kóri (daughter). It’s only for today.” Hera kneeled down in front of you to put her hands on your shoulders and look into your eyes. “And who knows, you might even find a boy.”

“Ewwww! No mana! That’s gross!” You made a face, sticking out your tongue and feigning a puking sound. “Boys are for friends only. And they have germs.”

“Did Athena tell you that?” Hera smiled amusingly before standing back up.

“Yes. Can I at least keep my bracers on mana?”

“Oh alright, you can.”

“Bye y/n! Have a safe journey my dear.” Aphrodite waved you goodbye as you did the same.

“Come Drakon!” You called your dragon over, excited to show him the new sights as well. As long as he went with you, you’d look more forward to the trip.

Drakon trotted along beside you as you went to meet with your father and sister, looking ahead to see them standing next to Neith.

“Papa!” You giggled as you ran up and hugged him.

“You’re quite eager child. And don’t you look as lovely as the Elysian fields.”

“No.” You let out a blunt disagreement before turning to Tara in and gasping at her new dress and cloak. “You look beautiful adelfí.”

“Adelfí?” She furrowed her brows with confusion.“

"It means sister.”

“Ohhh.” Tara nodded with a smile. “Thank you ‘ukht. You look beautiful too.”

“Does 'ukht mean sister?” You asked her with excitement to which she nodded before adding. “It’s a beautiful language.”

“Come now children.” Zeus cleared his throat before gesturing over to his flying vessel, the made up of sturdy Olympian wood and gold with pearl inlays that detailed certain areas. The vessel resembled the ships used by the ancient Greeks, something you had seen pictures of in books. “There’s no time for waste.”

You had always seen one of these things in the sky whenever you were out and about, but this was your first time boarding one. Growing up, you had envied the individuals who had the opportunity to be on one, traveling whenever they needed to.

“Papa. Can Drakon go?” You asked your father.

“I’m afraid not kóri.” Zeus shook his head with a frown. “Where we’re going, I’m not sure if those people will take a liking to him.”

“But he’s kind.” You frowned at his words, wondering why in the realms anyone would not take a liking to your dragon, the same dragon who had never even hurt the smallest living thing. Not only that, but Drakon was still a child.

“I know y/n. I gave you the greatest and most kindest dragon in all the realms. But that doesn’t mean others will see him as that.”

“Yes papa.” You sighed before turning to Drakon and hugging him. “I’m sorry o fílos mou (my dear friend). You’ll have to stay here with mana. But don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

Drakon whined in reply as he buried his head in your neck, his scales tickling your skin as he tried not to tear up because he knew that would make you cry as well. You let go of Drakon reluctantly, frowning as you watched him walk over to Hera’s side, letting her rest her hand on his head and stroke the scales on his head.

You started to walk onto the ramp that connected your father’s ship but stopped when you felt his hands hold you back by the shoulders, “Wait for a moment child.”

“Yes papa?”

“Here.” He pulled out a deep maroon wool cloak, wrapping the fabric around your shoulders before pulling the hood onto your head. “Wear this cloak.”

“What for papa?”

“No one must know about your wings y/n child. They might not be accustomed to such a thing.” He advised as he fastened the hook on your cloak before resting his hands on your shoulders.

“People are strange.” You frowned at the thought of having to change such little things in order for others to not notice you. You couldn’t seem to understand the reasoning, but at the same time you suppose your father had a point. If the people on your home planet looked at you differently, imagine the ones on others.

“They can be.” Zeus puts a gentle hand on your back, leading you onto the ship.

Tara and you waved goodbye to Hera, Neith and Drakon at the end of the ramp before walking off to stand beside one another at the back of the ship.

“Are you nervous adelfí?” You asked your sister, setting your hands on the wooden bar of the rail and staring out onto the horizon as clouds passed by ahead of you. If you had just reached out your hand, you could brush your fingertips against them and finally get to know what a cloud felt like. Your father’s land or rather his own separate kingdom was a piece of land that was separate from the earth of the planet Olympus itself, hovering in the air above the ground like it’s very own floating city.

“A little bit. I’ve never been outside of Egypt so Olympus is still new to me.” She answered.

“I’ve never been outside of palace grounds.” You muttered, trying your best not to look down at the earth below as if you would fall straight off.

“Really?” Tara stared at you, shocked that you had never left the grounds of your father’s kingdom, not even the palace. There was so much to see, and here you were, living your whole life confined in the walls and gardens of the palace you called home.

“No.” You shook your head with a half efforted smile. “Father said it’s dangerous, so I’ve never been outside.”

“Don’t worry.” You felt her wrap her arm around your shoulders. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll protect you.”

“And I’ll protect you.” You smiled back.

“How does Olympus stay in the air?” Tara asked you as she gripped onto the rail, sticking her head out and peering out onto the depths of the world below as the ship started to sail.

“Olympus is the name of our planet.” You explained with a gesture of your hands. “This place, this is my father’s kingdom called Ouránia, which means the heavens. From what papa told me, my uncles Poseidon and Hades, and I think the rest of the major gods have their own kingdom. Poseidon and Hades for sure though.”

“Really? That’s interesting.”

“I can’t wait to get older and visit everything here.” You rested your elbows on the rail of your father’s ship, bringing your head down to rest on your hands as the wind blew gently through the strands of your hair.

“I can’t wait to see where father is taking us.” Tara copied your stance, bringing her head down to rest on her hands as well.

“That is true.” You smiled as you peered out at the horizon again, admiring the scenery and the architecture of your father’s floating city as you drifted further away form it.

It wasn’t long before the ship came to a stop and your father had directed you to follow him out onto the ramp, and when you did, you grabbed Tara’s hand and stepped onto the platform of the new area you had just stopped, not even daring to glance at at the vastness below.

“Where are we papa?” You asked as you followed him towards a large golden crystal-like building that resembled a rather extravagent dome.

“This is our planetarium.” Zeus gestured to the structure in front of him. “And this is also where our tilemetaforéa is located.”

“Teleporter?” You quirked a brow in question. Why was your father taking you to a teleporter? You heard those were only for long distances, as in other realm travels.

“Papa.” You gasped. “We’re going to another realm?”

“Correct y/n. Which realm? That’ll be a surprise.” Zeus smiled as he lead the two of you into the golden dome where you found your older brother Hermes standing in the center.

“Two realms in one day?” Tara whispered to you, her eyes wide and her lips pressed into a firm line. “That’s a lot.”

“Hermes son.” Zeus clapped your brother on the back. “Take us to where I have informed you of.”

“Yes father.” Hermes nodded before smiling at us. “Hello y/n. Hello Tara.”

Tara and you uttered your greetings before following your father up this metallic winding stairs that led into a rather spacious area with big open windows that revealed the wonder before you. Beyond the glass, millions of stars were able to be seen, all of them scattered around you like the sprinkling of glitter, and in between them distant planets. You had always seen the stars and planets from afar from your place at home, but this was beyond anything you had ever imagined. It was as if they were just a mile away.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Zeus breathed out, a proud smile sitting on his lips as he held both Tara’s and your hand as he stared out at the held beyond the window before him. “Brace yourselves my daughters. This might be nauseating.”

At first, there was this loud sound, like the sound of gears turning all around you, and then suddenly this bright gold light filled the many other crystal like colors enveloped all around you. And then, you felt a strange whiplash sensation take over your body, yanking you off your feet and transporting you away from your home planet and to another realm.

Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Part 1

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Prologue,Part 2

(In this chapter y/n is currently 8 years old. The characters Tara and Aurora belong to a friend.)

“Come on y/n! Move your feet!” You heard your older sister Athena shout at you as she swung her sword down on your head, her untamed hair blowing against the wind as she moved.

You flinched at the action and brought your shield up to block her blow before clashing your sword against hers, the clinking of metal echoing across the practice arena.

Athena took the chance and connected her sandal wrapped foot with your torso, knocking you down to the sand in the process. “Close your spaces! Never give your enemies an open opportunity to wound you!" 

You rolled over onto your scraped up knees and stood up only to get knocked down again by Athena’s shield. "Come on y/n. You have to try harder.”

“I am.” You groaned as you got up on your feet with a pout, your body, tunic, and the wings perched on your back covered with sand and dirt. 

“There you are!” You heard a cheerful booming voice. 

You whipped your head around at the voice, a grin appearing on your face to see your father Zeus walking to you with his arms outreached. 

“Papa!” You giggled as you dropped your sword and shield, running into your father’s arms.  

“Look at you.” Zeus chuckled at your filthy appearance as he picked you up, resting you on his hip. “I hope you’ve fought well.”

“She’s rather rough around the edges.” Athena stepped up to the two of you with her hands on her hips. “Time will make her better.“

"But you were the greatest warrior in all the realms at her age.” Zeus told Athena.

“But I am the goddess of war and wisdom father.” Athena explained to him. “Everyone is different. And y/n is still a child.”

“Well practice makes perfect. Isn’t that right y/n?” Zeus turned to you.

“Yes papa.” You muttered out before speaking up. “Papa? Can I go play?”

“Of course child.” Zeus smiled at you before setting you down on the ground. 

A grin formed on your face as you ran towards your dragon, Drakon (Drah-kon), who sat on the grass. Father had gifted him to you when you were born and he was still a baby too at that time. 

“Come on Drakon!” You giggled at him as you tackled him. 

Drakon, who was not much bigger than you, nuzzled your face before tagging alongside you as you ran towards the palace garden, your sandals smacking against the pavement as your wings ruffled behind you against the wind.

You ran to your favorite secluded spot, opening up your satchel and taking out a book from your father’s journey to Earth. The book was called The Odyssey, and your father had told you how it was written by a man named Homer. You found it interesting to see what humans thought of your kind. You laid down on the grass with your body propped against Drakon as he huddled next to you. Opening up the leather bound book, you cleared your throat and started reading aloud, leaving all the worldly matters behind.

You had just finished the first four chapters when you heard a cry of happiness steadily coming closer that you desperately tried your best to ignore, though you grew worried when you heard the cry turn to fear. You closed your book and started to turn around when you suddenly felt something impact Drakon, knocking you onto the floor.

Drakon let out a snort of laughter at your fallen state, making you snap your head towards him, “That’s not funny Drakon.” You were upset that someone had the nerve to interrupt your reading time.

“Hey what was that for?” You yelled as you rushed around Drakon to see who it was, though Drakon didn’t seem that angry that someone hit him.

“Sorry..” You heard a quite voice mumble. To your surprise you saw a young girl, roughly the same age as you, rubbing her head from the impact. Your first impression of her was color, and not in a bad way, looking at her reminded you of what mortals call the Northern lights, or what you know of as Eos’s chariots. Her hair started of a deep black, as if you where staring at the night sky, but swirling through it were streams of red, blue, green, and most of all purple. Her skin was well tanned, as though she spent most of her time outside. She was wearing a dress that mimicked the sunrise, the top left part of her dress being the night sky, and the bottom right the rising sun. Her eyes where akin to an amethyst, though there was something in them you couldn’t place your finger on. On a closer look you saw a small line of scales encircling her head instead of a laurel.

“Sorry.” She mumbled out in a quiet voice. “I don’t mean to hit your dragon there.”

“His name is Drakon. Who are you?” You furrowed your brows at her as your small wings spread out in length in a defensive state.

You had never seen her before. Who is this creature?

The girl looked up at you and bowed into a small curtsy. “My name is Aurora, I am a child of Eos, your highness." 

A child of Eos? You noticed how her face turned into an annoyed expression at the name of her mother.

"I’m y/n. I guess you already know that." You smiled politely, your wings relaxing behind your back. "Are you mad at your mom?" 

"Huh?" 

"You made a gross face when you said her name.” You explained to her. 

You thought this girl was quite strange, and yet you were intrigued and wanted to know more about her.

“My mother has many children, so for the most part I am left alone.” She lowered her eyes as she fidgeted with her dress out of shyness. 

“Well then Aurora, you won’t be alone anymore." 

"I won’t?” She looked up at you, her eyes filled with curiosity. 

“Nope! From now on, I will be your friend!” You gave her a toothy grin, making her giggle in response.

You watched how a frown had appeared on her face, her hand a blur as it moved past you catching a stone that had been thrown at your back.

“That isn’t nice you two.” Her eyes flickered, and for a moment you could have sworn to have seen them completely change to be similar to Drakon’s. You were shocked, confused even as you turned around to see who had thrown the stone in the first place. And to your surprise it was two of the locals, most likely the sons of merchants who had wandered away from their parents.

Drakon had let out a small growl upon seeing the two little boys were a few years older than you, thinking they were a threat.

“Drakon, don’t.” You whispered to him as you pushed him behind you with your tiny hands.

“And why should we listen to you, you are just another one of Eos’s brats.” The older of the two lashed out at Aurora.

“Yeah, and you aren’t even a real goddess, just a demi!” The younger one supported his the elder’s insult. “At least little miss wings here is an actual goddess.”

“Hey!” You called out, your eyes narrowing at the words that sputtered out of their twisted little mouths. “Why are you here?”

“Because we can you stupid girl.” The older one replied.

“Why are you yelling at her? She is a princess Mr. Stupid face.” Aurora yelled in response, puffing out her chest with clenched fists.

“At least Mother pays attention to me.” The now dubbed ‘Mr. Stupid face’ responded with.

From the corner of your eye, you caught how their words had affected her as she had let out a small wince.

“You tell her brother!” the other one cheered at the sight of Aurora’s frown.

“At least we have enough self confidence to not need to pick on someone to feel better.” Aurora spoke up out before you could say anything. You blinked in surprise at that, not expecting her to come up with such wit.

“Yeah, well, at least I have a mom that cares about me.” The boy snapped back, a smug look on his face.

You had had enough. “Oh yeah? Well if your mom really cared about you, she wouldn’t raise you to be an ill-tempered ogre-face!” You shouted at them, finally loosing your temper. 

The two boys looked at you with blank expressions, the both of them surprised at such an outburst coming from someone of your status.

“You’re not even supposed to be here. You should run back home before I tell my father. Or maybe I’ll tell my uncle Hades!” You stuck up your nose, folding your arms across my chest. 

An amused smirk formed on your lips as you watched the boys’ eyes widen in fear. You had secretly loved pulling that card, especially the one with your Uncle Hades. Everyone knew not to mess with the three major gods, even the one who ruled the dead themselves. You let out a giggle as the boys stumbled backwards on their feet before running away with a squeal and disappearing down the hill.

“And don’t come back you hear me!?” Aurora called out at them.

“So what’s it like having wings? Must be nice to be able to fly.” Aurora asked you as she poked her little fingers across the gold flakes that spotted your white feathers.

"Oh, I can’t fly yet. Papa said it’s because I’m still small, just like baby birds." 

"Well maybe when you learn to fly, you can take me and we can go on adventures.” Aurora looked at you with hope and excitement on her face. 

“Of course.” You smiled at her before sticking out your pink finger. “I promise.“ 

"Yay!” Aurora giggled before spreading her arms out and purposely falling on top of you.

Your child-like giggles ringed out throughout the garden as you began to talk of silly things like your favorite pastries, what sort of pranks you had once pulled, and why the clouds need to be made of candy, the two of you happy at the start of your new friendship.

Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Prologue

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Part 1,Part 2

Sun and Moon

The birth of Princess Tara Antaki was a joyous one. Everyone from all over Egypt came to see her, the daughter of Queen Neith, goddess of the hunt and war. It is said that she was born under a lunar eclipse, and from that, the gods and goddesses knew she would grew up to be beautiful, with kindness and generosity beyond any other. The animals too came to embrace and cherish the little baby girl, to which the gods decided she would be the goddess of all animals and combat. She was born with her mother’s beautiful face and hair, but her eyes, inherited from another father, were a bit different than his. They were the brightest of blue with bits of green that would make the Earth bow down to their beauty. Her skin was a beautiful bronze that resembled the richest of gold, her full lips resembled petals of a beautiful flower. And her hair was blacker than the blackest of nights and softer than silk with perfect curls that made Egyptians jealous. And on her wrist lay a delicate silver mark of a crescent moon. The gods and the people of Egypt joyously celebrated the birth of Princess Tara, and bestowed many blessings and gifts upon the Queen and her daughter, unaware of the birth of another child, in another world.

In a distant realm, not too far from Earth, a girl was born. A child of Olympus, the first natural born daughter of King Zeus and his wife, Queen Hera. The child was born under a solar eclipse, and the gods foretold that she would grow up to be beautiful with enormous energy that would light up the world. She was born with beautiful (your skin color) skin and beautiful hair the color of (your hair color) with brows that ever so perfectly framed her face. Her eyes were the color of gold that sparkled along with specks of purple that put the stars and suns to shame, a trait that was unique even to the Olympian gods. She was also born with a golden mark of a sun on her right wrist. Legend has it, that at the celebration of her birth, the little princess became angered over the actions of a thief, in which they decided to name her Nemesis and title her as the goddess of vengeance and retribution.

The birth of the two young princesses marks a historic turning point in the realm of the gods and mankind. The key to the future lies solely in their hands and it’s up to them to decide whether they want to save the world or destroy it.

Imagine Loki finding out that the two of you would have fallen in love

Imagine Loki finding you passed out on the floor.

Imagine loki being overjoyed to be reunited with you after thinking you died trying to protect him.

Imagine loki seeing you after being separated from you for a very long time

Imagine having ice powers and Loki being shocked when he sees you use them for the first time.

Imagine Loki being excited that your trapped together on a distant planet.

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Disney

Loki stans

Imagine Loki finding you in Stark Tower and being instantly mesmerized by you.

Imagine Loki being surprised that you risked your life to save his.

Greek Tragedies Masterlist

The Modern Tales of Greek Mythology.

Summary:You had only known about the many stories of Greek Mythology, interest peaked from a young age. Of the Gods and Goddesses as well as the monsters and heroes. But never in your life, during one of the many tours have you joined in seeing the ruins of the temples of Greece, did you even think of seeing your image in one of the bust. Persephone was her name, the most protected daughter of Demeter, and the beloved wife of Hades.

Masterlist

Summary:For Hell Hath No Fury like a scorned woman, you had given everything up, your title, your position among the Gods, and the husband that can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Only in your retreat does your husband see what he was truly missing.

Masterslist

Summary: For your heart does not beat only for one man, you find yourself finding yourself incased in a blazing affair with a man that you were forced to take as your husband and a man whose sole purpose was to create wars.

Masterlist

The Betrothed

SUMMARY: Forced to marry a man you did not love, you find yourself lost in a foreign land for the sake of your father’s kingdom. But the loneliness was only short as your time was well spent with your betrothed’s father instead.
CHARACTERS:Emperor!Loki Laufeyson x Princess!Stark! Reader; Prince!Vali Lokison. Prince!Tony Stark. King!Howard Stark. Natasha Romanoff. Wanda Maximoff.
SERIES WARNINGS: Alternate Universe. Age Gap (At least 16 year age gap; Reader is of Legal Age); Smut; Blood and Gore; Mention of Execution; Character Death(s); Verbal Abuse; Family Trauma; Specific Warnings to be added per chapter.

1. A Throne of Lies
2. A Sentimental Night
3. Who Is In Control?
4. For The Rightful Heir
5. Family Secrets
6. Do As You Please
7. A Night of Naught
8. Sheer Humbug
9. The Unexpected Wedding
10. God Save the Empress
11. Long Live Thy Lords
12. TBA
13. TBA
14. TBA
15. TBA

You have never agreed with Loki’s methods or mischief. Yet, with Thor gone and Odin beginning to deteriorate, Loki’s scheme made sense. It was for the greater good of Asgard, and if you reaped some more direct benefits, so be it. Though, not everyone would consider alone time with Loki a ‘more direct benefit’. 

“Gods, that was too close,” you said in a rush. You pressed your back against the ornate door. Cool metal dug into your back but it was not as cold as Loki’s hands as they snaked around your wrists. At his tightening grip, you turned your head to meet his gaze.

Loki had dropped the Odin facade as soon as you entered his bedroom. The icey blues of his eyes were a welcomed sight. So was his long dark hair that now fell in loose, tumbling curls over his shoulders. His mouth was pulled up in a closed-lip smirk as his fingertips pressed into your skin, chilling you to the bone.

“Not close enough.” He leaned in as he spoke, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. “You don’t like the thrill?”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing, as he must be joking, but that did not stop the smile that spread across your face. Loki’s grin widened before he tipped his head down for a kiss. Despite the coldness of his skin, his lips were always warm and inviting. Never slow, though. Loki was always rushing: a side effect of hiding, of being the second son.

He had to take what he could quickly, savor it for later days. However, those later days were rare now. Hiding was still a part of his life, and so it was of yours. His death and subsequent resurrection as Odin had been strenuous at first. Close calls still lingered around each corner, but now they were exciting. At least they were for Loki.

“I don’t feel the thrill,” you mumbled as you pulled your lips from his. 

“And why is that?” He snuck another kiss, though it was brief as he slipped his hands up to your waist. With your wrists free, you reached up and gently pressed against his shoulders. Loki craned his neck back, breaking the kiss, and looked down at you through hooded, wanting eyes. Desperate to continue, he repeated himself: “Why?”

“It’s difficult to feel when I am overwhelmed by the sense of impending doom.”
A breathy laugh from Loki eased the tension your body held for but a moment. 

His head tipped forward, causing sections of inky hair to fall like a curtain around his face. Without thinking, you reached up and tucked the straying strands behind his ear. Your fingertips brushed against his temple as you pulled your hand away. Loki was quick to respond to your fleeing touch as his fingers wrapped around your wrist and held your hand in place.

“How thoughtful,” he drawled, pulling your hand to his lips. “We will not get caught, believe me. I will not let that happen, nor will you.”

“You have far too much faith in me.” As he kissed the top of your hand, you felt Loki’s mouth turn up into a smile.

“And you have far too little,” he lifted his gaze to meet yours. “For your first lie, you’ve done well.”

“First lie? Bold of you to assume,” you teased. Loki straightened his posture and eyed you with a quirked brow. For the first time in forever, he seemed surprised.

“Really?”

“First lie at such a large scale but then it’s more of a charade, a facade.”

“Hmm, how sweet,” Loki cooed as he leaned in once more. His nose brushed softly against yours, nudging your lips towards his. Though, he did not kiss you. Instead, he kept you just within tantalizing reach: close but never close enough. Not as close as your closest call.

“Loki,” you whispered, your breath mingling with his. A grin spread along Loki’s lips as he eyed you. He wanted to savor your wanting, the look of yearning on your face. He loved you like this; though, he loved you always, and only you.

“Yes, darling?”

“Kiss me,” you whispered, tilting your face up towards him. The tip of your nose knocked against his and that was enough for Loki. His cold hands reached up to cup your face and hold your lips to his. Relief laced his needy touch, as if your presence were a sedative that had not quite taken hold in his bloodstream yet. The calm would pervade, eventually.

Following it, you and Loki would fall into each other like the last time, let the facade you had fixed around yourselves fade. It would only be you two and that would be enough.

Tis the damn Season

Oneshot #55 - part 3 (and last part) to White Horse

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Might have a bit of mentions of violence, alludes to sexual content but doesn’t actually involve it

Tags:  @peachybaes,@wolfish-trickster , @writinguntilmyheartgivesout  and @nms224​ (thank you guys for the support on White horse, and on Good 4 U, you have no idea how ecstatic they made me, my heart was very happy, I appreciate you, and all my other readers and I hope you enjoy the finale to this little series )

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I never thought I’d actually finish this part because I kept alternating between what I wanted to do with it but I am so happy with how it did turn out!! Honestly you don’t have to read the other parts to understand this one but I would recommend it. Anywayyyy, ENJOY!!!!!

You take a deep breath as you collect your thoughts, walking carefully through the doors to enter the golden Asgardian palace for the first time in forever.

Your eyes flit over to a flash of green and gold and you panic, turning the other way to run from that which you feared seeing again so much.

You hadn’t been home in ages, too taken with the cultures and ways of mortals on earth to want to come back. The only reason you’d returned was because your mother had begged for your presence at the annual royal celebration that had become tradition for you to attend. Other than that, you were completely uninterested in being back in this realm.

“As I live and breath… hello to you fair y/n.” The familiar teasing voice says calmly from the distance. You freeze in place, cursing him and his buttery smooth voice in your head as you turn, your grimace quickly replaced with a smile.

“Your highness.” You greet quietly, wanting nothing more than to leave this awkward interaction.

“I believe we’ve known each other long enough that you may call me my name y/n.” He challenges, his smile turning to the mischievous smirk.

“Of course… Loki.” You murmur through gritted teeth. He nods in approval tauntingly.

“We’ve missed you around here. Lady Sif and I have had to find different ways to entertain each other.” He says, his grin staying in place as your demeanor shifts a bit out of place.

If I wanted to know

Who you were hanging with

While I was gone, I would’ve asked you

“Of course. I’m sure you found your ways though. You always have.” You reply steadily, turning to step around him to find your way to your family. “If you’ll excuse me.” You mutter on your way around him.

You wait, expecting him to step in your way and block your path but to your surprise, the gesture doesn’t come.

“We will be seeing each other.” Loki hums from behind you. With that, a feeling of surprise longing and unease settles in your stomach as you make your way away from him.

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“My darling y/n, you look lovely.” Your mother cries as you watch yourself in the golden framed mirror.

She’s not wrong, you know it. You do in fact look amazing, shimmering in a dark y/f/c ensemble fit for royalty, decked out in an array of gold and silver detailing.

But the reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable. You know this was how you’d dressed and looked before you left, but this style, this lavish look was like it belonged to another person. You felt like you couldn’t possibly be the one looking back at you in the reflection.

“Thanks mom.” You murmur appreciatively, ignoring the pit of doubt in your throat.

Your mother leaves, hurrying off to ready herself for the festivities but you crash down onto your bed, staring up at the decorative ceiling. Not every household had paintings over their heads, but you were one of the luckier ones, with flowers and a meadow painted above where you slept, keeping you grounded and relaxed in your worst moments.

“You know my love, those flowers are just like you. Wild, beautiful and full of life.” You hear his voice in the back of your mind but not in the invasive way it normally was. No, this voice was sweet as honey, one from a distant memory. A smile came to your lips uncontrollably as you remembered the moments he’d traced symbols over your bare arms with his chilling fingers, wrapped up in the soft sheets together, having sent shivers up your spine every time.

If you were being honest with yourself, you’d longed for that familiar chill when he’d spoken with you in the halls.

It’s the kind of cold

Fogs up windshield glass

But I felt it when I passed you

“Come on y/n, we can’t be late.” Your mother calls and you quickly run down to her, wanting to escape your thoughts more than anything.

You fix your hair as you come to a slow down the end of the hall, quietly following the rest of your family towards the city square.

The Center of Asgard is buzzing with activity, kids running around the town square. You laughed a little as a little girl ran around your legs but a moment later a little boy chasing her catches you off guard. You move to jump out of the way but the heel of your shoe gets caught on a woman’s dress and you trip towards the ground.

A second later you’re gazing into the cloudy eyes of the crowned prince, his arms holding you upright easily.

“Are you alright?” He asks, a look of genuine concern on his face. Your y/e/c widen as you stare up at him, your mouth slightly ajar in shock.

“I-I’m fine thanks.” You mutter, pulling yourself out of your trance. He pulls you up with him as he stands straight, sticking his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

“Seeing as you are in fact fine, would you do me the honour of accompanying me in a dance?” He asks, a flicker of hope in his eye.

There’s an ache in you

Put there by the ache in me

“Sure.” You say after a hesitant pause as you brush nonexistent dust off your clothes.

A tentative smile plays on his lips as he pulls you into his arms for a dance, leading the way to the makeshift floor, the motion like a second nature to him.

“Even after all this time you still know how to dance so well.” You tease with a smile. He chuckles, the sound filling your ears happily.

Asgard may have been where you’d grown up but it felt like you’d outgrown it. Everything about Loki though, somehow, you could never be done with him. Not without lying to yourself anyway.

“So, you and lady Sif hm?” You ask with a smirk as he laughs a little harder.

“Goodness no. If she knew I had told you such lies she would have my head on a platter.” He admits, making you giggle yourself.

“Glad to hear.” You hum as he dips you towards the floor, meeting your eyes. You both stare for a moment, reminiscing.

But if it’s all the same to you

It’s the same to me

“It has been rather dull with you gone you know.” Loki teases, pulling you to your feet and twirling you around effortlessly.

“I always have been the life of the party.” You joke with a wide grin as he pulls you back into him.

“Or all others just simply cannot compare to you.” He shrugs with a knowing smirk as you try to hide your blush.

You spend the night twirling away in his arms, watching the festivities take place around you and slowly remembering why you hadn’t left Asgard sooner. The beauty of the kingdom at night, the lights like fine glitter against the gold of the palace nearby almost too much to bear.

Loki watches in amusement as you take everything in once again, smiling at the small sparkle in your eyes.

“You always had a way of making it seem as though you were only just seeing the city for the first time, no matter how many years you have spent here.” He notes, his lips pursed in concentration.

“Well to be fair, it’s like I’m seeing it through new eyes today.” You say with a grin.

You try to ignore the obvious frown on his face, not wanting to further ruin the mood.

“I see you have been enjoying your time on Midgard then.” He says, an undertone of bitterness evident in his voice.

You sigh, crossing your arms at the topic.

“Yes Loki, I’m enjoying my time doing what I wanted to do, now if you’ll excuse me.” You mumble, walking quickly away from him, narrowly missing his arm reaching out for you.

You head back inside while he stands there, letting out a groan of frustration at his own stupidity.

He gives up on his own common sense and chases you, grabbing your hand gently. “I am sorry. I should not… I do not know why I brought that up. I allowed my own pride to get ahead of me.” He admits, frowning at you apologetically. “Would you please forgive a dear old idiot prince?” He teases and you snicker, a smile cracking through your angry state.

So we could call it even

You could call me babe for the weekend

“I don’t know Loki, you really acted like a dick.” You sigh honestly, laughing again when he looks at you quizzically. “a jerk, an ass, a true idiot.” You elaborate, giggling. He nods, finally grasping your meaning.

“I know. I really did. But I have seen how you feel without me there. I just…. I am not ready to let go of you yet my love.” He murmurs softly, taking your hand in his carefully as though it might break. A familiar shiver runs up your hand and down your spine, the tingle of it sending a nostalgic twang to your heart.

“Please Loki don’t call me that. I can’t… It’s too much.” You plead quietly, your voice barely a whisper as the words escape your lips. He nods in silent understanding.

You stand in quiet peace, you not pulling your hand away from his own and tentatively leaning against the railing, leaving your hand with his for the comfort.

“Did you know that it’s actually a holiday on Midgard right now too? Well, not really a holiday but it’s what they also call the ‘Holiday season’. It’s beautiful there right now too, all decked out in lights and colours and sweets and different ornaments they hang from their trees. They have a lot of different holidays celebrated by all different people, that’s what the midgardians call themselves, and it’s really strange but at the same time it’s almost magical.” You explain, wanting to share your experiences with him to try and show him why you felt interest about Midgard.

“And which is your favourite?” He asks quietly, nuzzling up to you as he used to, wanting to hear your voice regardless of the fact that it was about the place he now so loathed.

“Well I like them all. And they have this stuff falling from the sky called snow, it’s like a white powder. Kids play in it and you have to shovel it in the morning to get to work, that I had to learn the harder way.” You ramble, laughing at the memory of your first snowfall not long ago. “It’s so different from Asgard, they’re so much less formal there. It’s really strange, talking in shortened terms, different technologies. It’s really fascinating Loki.” You finish and his faint smile is much bigger than it was, the sound of you happy and passionate about something making him overjoyed despite his resting bitterness.

“Is it as magical as this?” He asks, holding out his palm and creating a burst of mini fireworks in his hand.

“Loki I don’t mean literally magical. I mean more figuratively speaking. It’s their most romantic time of the year, that’s why they feel it’s magical.” You explain briefly, smiling with a blush at the sparks of colour in his hand. You go to push down his hand and as your body moves ever so slightly, you’re facing each other, truly eye to eye for the very first time in so long, the literal and figurative sparks flying around you.

Tis the damn season, write this down

I’m staying at my parents’ house

Loki takes careful action, reaching up and brushing his thumb over your bottom lip slowly, teasingly. He cups your face there, the thrill of feeling your skin on his skin sending a small rush of adrenaline through his cold veins as he pulls you in. You don’t protest, letting him lure you back as you’d once so feared but in the moment, couldn’t one bit imagine why.

He waits a moment for the protest that doesn’t come before leaning in and brushing his lips on yours, first gently but rushing into needy rather quickly. He kisses you passionately, his tongue soon slipping in your mouth when you grant it entry and pulling you along with him, hidden around the corner of the balcony safely while the two of you ‘properly’ re-greet each other.

“Stop… stop.” He says breathlessly, planting needy kisses along your face to cool down, only making you feel more wound up in the process.

“I must confess something before we continue.” He says, still in his daze of the moment. You nod, not sure what you can say, all thoughts sucked from your mind the moment your lips met.

“I told your mother to ask you to come back for the celebration. I chose the outfit you are wearing right now and by the norns, I am glad I did because you are truly a vision but the point is, I deceived you to get you back here.” He says, the words flooding out of his mouth.

You let out a small snort, falling into a small fit of laughter. He looks completely bewildered, shocked by your reaction.

“Loki, you’re the god of mischief. I have loved you for far too long not to know this. Did you really think I wasn’t going to be the least bit suspicious when my mother asked, no, BEGGED me to come home for this day and made such a big deal out of it when she’s never really cared for it before?” You giggle as you go through your explanation.

“I knew this was your doing almost as soon as I received the invite. I was only slightly suspicious at first but then my mother visited me and begged me to come and I knew right away you had something to do with it.” You laugh and you get really confused as you see him grinning like a mad man. “what?”

“You said you love me.” He says, beaming with excitement. You blush scarlet in realization.

“I- no- that was not what I meant to say!” You stammer.

“Oh but it is what you said, I caught it. You still love me darling.” He smirks in a cocky manner and you sigh, not wanting to argue with him in such a nice moment.

“Yes alright… yes I love you. I have always and probably always will Loki.” You admit with a grin not nearly matching his own.

And the road not taken looks real good now

And it always leads to you in my hometown

“I love you too. Always have always will.” He promises, pressing another kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve missed you so much Loki. I tried to meet other people but… I really don’t know how to get over all we’ve had, even if I do like being on Midgard. Would you ever consider coming there with me?” You ask quietly, blinking up at him with eyes full of hope.

He stares back at you, taken aback by the question. Never once had he imagined such a question coming from you. Sure, he’d pondered the question himself many times but never from you, he imagined you would wish to lead a separate life from that which you’d shared. 

“My beloved… I am not sure that idea is the best one… those residents of Midgard surely remember my… faults. I am sure that many loath my existence. I could never live there, with you, risking your life and safety to their wrath. I am certain harm would come to one of us and if it were you… I could not forgive myself.” He frowns, holding your face in his hands.

“You’re an infamous trickster, surely you can mask your true identity from them.” You frown, your eyes glazed with unshed tears, your lip starting to wobble, staring down at the city you used to run around with Loki in. The strong memories were intoxicating to you both and you knew that.

I parked my car, right between the Methodist

And the school that used to be ours

“My love please do not cry, I so hate it when you cry. I did not say I would not find a way to make us work. If it is truly what you want, We will find a way. I promise you. I only said that me living on Midgard is not the best plan.” He explains with a promising smile as your hopeful gaze returns.

Where all these hopes were coming from, you honestly didn’t know. You were in a bad place with your feelings for Loki for a long time. There were times you wanted to come back to Asgard to strangle him and others where you wanted to come back to hug him tight and never let go.

You were at peace with your feelings for him prior to the return. But now, you realized feelings so unresolved and so strong weren’t going away so easily. It was so strong you couldn’t in good conscience ignore him or ignore them. They needed to be revived or put to rest, but you were having a harder time than ever deciding which was the answer.

“I hate that you make me feel like this.” You sigh, leaning into him.

He chuckles, pulling you in closer. “I am well aware, and yet I love it just as I love you.” He teases, kissing your forehead gently.

The chill of his fingers soothes you in a way, making you feel more at home than you imagined before your return. It was odd, you had never thought being in his arms again would feel the same. You thought you had matured enough to feel no such feelings if he ever laid a finger on you again but his touch is somehow making you feel like nothing had changed and like the past few years were completely frozen in time.

The holidays linger like bad perfume,

You can run but only so far

“This does not mean I wish to remain in Asgard Loki. I love you more than life itself but I stand by all that I’ve said thus far. I am your equal, not your lesser and you have to treat me like it and let me make my own decisions.” You warn, looking back at him, your posture slightly stronger and the confidence in your voice unwavering.

“I understand my love. And though I do not at all agree with your home of choice, I shall not interfere with your wishes again. I have learned what it is like to live in spite of you and I never wish to live in such a way again. I cannot bear to lose you over my own stupidity again Darling.” Loki vows, squeezing your hands in a sort of promise.

A year ago, you would have never believed the words coming from his mouth. You likely would have ran before he could speak even a sentence of all that he had said at this point. 

But you had definitely grown and you could tell Loki had too. His full blown anger seemed to have dissipated over time and you could hardly judge him if it hadn’t, having had a few meltdowns on the subject yourself over your time apart. 

The anger was no longer fresh, more like a plant, growing and growing until it slowly died and shriveled away.

Of course, you knew that this might be the worst idea either of you had ever had. Of course you knew it was risky and trivial. But you didn’t care as much. The change you saw in Loki now from the Loki you’d seen all that time ago was intense and it was all you’d hoped for.

“You know, you WILL have to come and stay at my place at least sometimes…” You teased, making him let out a dramatic sigh.

“Or you could come here and I could avoid all those Midgardians who absolutely loathe me…” He offers and you shake your head slowly, laughing as he pouts.

“It’s called compromise darling, you have to learn it eventually.” You tell him, sticking your tongue out as he groans even louder. 

The two of you remain giggling on the balcony for a large majority of the festivities, pointing out places on Asgard you hadn’t been in forever. Neither of you were certain of what the future may hold for your relationship and neither of you spoke about it, deciding that the love you shared in that moment was enough to last you a long while. At least for the celebration, you had no worries except each other. 

I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave

But if it’s ok with you, it’s ok with me…