#loki laufeyson oneshot
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.
- A Throne of Lies
- A Sentimental Night
- Who Is In Control?
- For The Rightful Heir
- Family Secrets
- Do As You Please
- A Night of Naught
- Sheer Humbug
- The Unexpected Wedding
- God Save the Empress
- Long Live Thy Lords
- TBA
- TBA
- TBA
- TBA
Anon: 119 & 128 + Loki
119.“You lied to me.”
128.“You did this for me?”
Warnings: Angst, established relationship, Thor spoilers I guess?
Words: 512
A/N: (This takes place in the first Thor film!)
The throne room was empty except for you and your prince, but the air between you was heavy and thick as if filled by a crowd of people. As usual, he looked cool, calm, and collected as he sat on his illegitimate throne- the perfect visage of grace under pressure. However, you had known Loki enough to recognize the subtle giveaways (the slight flaring of his nostrils and the mounting tension in his shoulders) that showed the true feelings bubbling under the surface.
“Iasked you, Loki.” Your voice finally broke the tense silence and the prince’s gaze on you wavered for a moment.
“I asked you if you knew anything about what happened, and you said no. You lied to me. Thor is gone because of you, and your father-”
“He is not my father.” Loki jumped to his feet with a snarl, advancing on you quickly. “Have you not yet heard of my true parentage? Had you any idea that you loved a monster?”
You were quick to scoff, turning away from him so he couldn’t see the tears you were blinking back.
“It is your choices, my love, that make you a monster.” The bitterness in your voice had him wincing internally but his face remained as still as stone. “The identity of your father is merely a technicality.”
“'My choices’, as you say… You mean the choices made for me, as the youngest son? I had no choice, darling. I had to do this to fix it, fix everything.”
“You have fixed nothing! Nothing! There are frost giants in the palace, hungry for our blood! Your brother-” He went to speak, but your glare cut him off. “-Is trapped on Midgard. Your mother is sobbing in absolute grief while your father drifts through Odinsleep. What, pray tell, what has this fixed?!”
“I have taken back my birthright. My throne, my title, my right to rule as king.” Loki walked over to you as he spoke, gripping your arms too tightly and staring you down with a manic gaze and matching sneer. “All of that which is mine is now also yours, my darling. You can have anything and everything you wish. Odin would have had you marry that big oaf, that poor excuse for a king, but now you can still be mine. I did this for us!”
You were frozen in his arms, absorbing all he said in disbelief. Desperately searching for a lie in his emerald eyes, your tears finally began to fall when you found none.
“You… did this for me? All this, for me?” He smiled for a moment before you started to squirm violently against him. Your small hands slapped against his leather clad chest until he allowed you to step away.
Choking on your own gasps and sobs, you backed away from your prince slowly. You committed his image to your memory in that brief second before whispering a farewell. He lunged forward to catch you, but you teleported away using the trick he himself had taught you to keep you safe.
