everyone had split off to talk to in smaller groups about specific parts of the mission, Thor’s eyes often went to where you stood with Wanda and Bruce. which is when he noticed that he wasn’t the only one looking.
many of the other guys were casually looking at you at different intervals. it set Thor’s teeth on edge immediately, however, he couldn't blame the others, you were smart, beautiful, kind… exactly what he’d expect from the daughter of Athena.
it was settled then, Thor would have to ask you out first, that couldn’t be too hard, could it?
Tony throws a party, and you have no shortage of admirers. But where does your heart really lie? And why does Thor have a glittery beard? (Reader is Tony’s sister)
A/N : Here is the first imagine of the Holiday season ! For now it’s only a sort of prompts but I’d like to do some short stories following this prologue. Hope you enjoy!
« CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED ! »
The whole crew present turned to you with wide eyes which translated more confusion than worry, despite the horrible thing you just said.
« What the hell are you talking about ? »
You turned to Tony, your face twisted into the most worry expression you could ever have.
« I said, Christmas is cancelled ! Santa’s missing ! »
« WHAT ? »
The booming voice filled the whole room like thunder. And the thundered himself, got on his feet at the speed of light and his expression was one very similar to yours.
« We can’t let christmas be cancelled ! I love christmas and the presents and the food and the decorations and… »
« I think we got the idea, big guy » Steve interrupted before turning back to you
« Y/N , please, give us more informations, because I have troubles to follow what you are saying here »
You sight and decided to sit in the nearest spot of the couch, you let yourself relax as much as you could into the furniture and looked at your teammates.
« My father is missing. I’ve tried to contact him for a week but I never managed to. At first, I thought he was busy, it’s always like this at that time of the year but today one of his elves called me asking if I knew where he was. I called everyone I could, my mom, the workshop director and every single elves in the North Pole but no one knows where he is. »
All eyes were on you and you knew you sounded mad but you were in the worst situation ever, with two weeks left until Christmas and Santa disappearing the world would go to shit.
« Let me get this straight ; your dad is Santa and he’s missing, as a result of the previous statement, Christmas is doomed » Clint interjected
At what he said, you could just nod.
Your heard a chuckle from the other side of the couch and caught Tony losing himself in a fit a giggle.
Looking around you, you see the other fighting against the same pulsions, they tired to hide their smile and cointain their laughter but they weren’t that good at it.
« I’m not asking you to believe me. But this is the truth and if you refuse to help me, I’ll save Christmas by myself. After all, I’m a superhero too. »
At this words, you qucikly stood up and left, not looking back at your teammates ; decided to save your father yourself.
With your new found goal, you went straight to your room. Your grabbed your sport bag and threw it your bed before taking all the items you would need like weapons and all sorts of devices. But above all, your father snowglobe was placed securely around your neck, attached to a silver chain. The item was a simple glass globe and inside was a raging blizzard, snow was hitting the glass with such violence that the whole item was balancing against your skin. And right in the middle, almost impossible to see among the storm, your Santa’s house and workshop, decorated with coloful lights.
You hold onto it tightly and closed your eyes.
« I’m coming dad » you whispered like it was a prayer before letting go of the globe, closing your bag and making your way to your bedroom door.
You opened your door and were surprised to find a broad chest blocking your way out.
« Jesus ! »
You almost jumped out of your skin from surprise. You looked up and saw Thor, staring down at you.
« Y/N, I want to help you save Christmas ! »
« Thanks for your concern, but this is my mission and I’m the one and only who should save Christmas. It’s my legacy. »
« But you’ll need someone to help you if something goes wrong. This is the whole point of our team, helping each other out, when one of us risk their life or lack of something another can get him. Please, let me help you. Christmas is my favourite Midguardian holiday and you’re my friend, I can’t lose two of my favourite things on this planet »
He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen, his eyes were even glistening from a thin layer of tears, threatening to spill if you dared to refuse his help.
You felt your decision shatter at the sight of the norse god and despite wanting to « mener à bien » your mission, you had to admit that you would probably need a friend on the way to the norse pole and through the mutliple blizzards, natural or not that would stand on your way to save your father.
You pull Thor behind you to the car, open the back and tug him in behind you. You close and lock the door then climb into his lap and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.
“He. He was fine this morning.” Thor mutters into your neck. “I don’t understand. He was fine this morning.” You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. You just slide your fingers across his scalp, Thor’s arms wrap tightly around you as he sobs. Your heart just breaks for him, he and Odin hadn’t always gotten along but Odin was still his father.
After a few minutes someone taps on the window, when you glance over you see a teary eyed Sif.
“Thor? I need to talk to Sif okay?” He loosens his grip enough for you to open the door.
“We need to go.” She says her voice thick.
“We do. Call the embassy and have them pack up our things. Let them know what’s going on. I want Bryn and Fandral to meet us at the plane, we’re going home immediately.”
“Okay.” Sif unlocks all the doors then closes the door. You hear the driver’s door open and the passengers then the car starts.
“Your Majesty? Can you buckle please?” Volstagg says gently and you manage to barely buckle the two of you into one seat. Thor isn’t going to be letting go of you anytime soon which is just fine with you.
It’s a mostly silent ride to the plane. Bryn and Fandral meet you there, both look shocked and heartbroken. You take Thor’s hand and lead him onto the jet then directly to the bedroom.
“On the bed Krigeren min.” You soothe and he does as you say. You tug off his shoes then cover him with the blanket, you’re afraid he’s going to go into shock. When you go to leave his hand shoots out and catches your wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to make a plan with the team. I’m going to get my phone so I can call Loki and going to grab yours so you can check in on your mom.”
“Oh, mother. I’m a horrible son I didn’t even think about how this is effecting her.” He says sitting up suddenly.
“Stay. I will get your phone.” You tell him placing a gentle hand on his chest.
“Esklede,” he murmurs and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now stay, let me take care of things.”
“Okay.” You go out into the main cabin where everyone is just sitting sort of shell shocked.
“Volstagg I need Thor’s phone. Fandral, Brynn can you help find Thor and I clothes that are appropriate for mourning please?” The two spring into action as Volstagg gives you Thor’s phone. “Thank you.” You head back to the room where Thor is and give him his phone. He pulls you into his lap, you bury your face in the crook of his neck while he calls his mom. They talk softly and you try not to listen but it’s hard not to. Frigga is heartbroken but worried about her son, in the way only a mom can be. Once Thor hangs up with Frigga he calls Loki.
“How is she doing?”
“Alright. As well as can be expected. Have you called her yet?” Loki answers honestly.
“I just hung up, with her but you know how mother gets. She’s more concerned with us than herself.”
“Typical.” Loki says, “are you on your way back?”
“We are.”
“Good. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“Just be with mother. Make sure she takes care of herself.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you, I love you Loki.”
“And I you Thor.” The pair hang up then and you card your hand through his hair and Thor, showing impressive strength, moves down the bed never removing you from his lap then lays down.
He sleeps, you doze but when Bryn opens the door to bring your clothing you wake and give her a soft smile of thanks from where you’re laying stretched on Thor’s body.
“How long?”
“Two and a half hours.”
“Thank you.” You’re going to shower and get ready now so that Thor has time to sleep a bit longer but when you go to move Thor let’s out a low grumble.
“No.”
“I’m just going to go shower and start getting ready, you can shower after.” You mutter before pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“Five more minutes.” He grumbles and you hum softly.
“Okay, five more minutes.” You agree glancing at your watch. You card your fingers through his hair again and Thor hums lowly.
After your five minutes you go shower and get ready for the day. Thor gets ready after you and when the plane lands he takes a shaky breath.
“Whatever you need, I’m here.” You whisper and he gives your hand a squeeze. It’s truly a blur, your concern for Thor makes it hard for you to focus on much else, you help him write a couple of speeches, one for the country and one for Odin’s funeral. He’s supposed to go up alone but when he clings to your hand like he’s your lifeline how can you let go?
“King Odin was how he was known by most, but Prince Loki and I knew him by another name, father. It is not always easy growing up with a Father who is a King but I think mine did it well. He loved and supported us, taught us to be good people, to love our country and to always care for one another. He taught us that strength in the family brings strength to the country. I know that we are not alone in our grief, for many of us King Odin was the only King we have ever known, he was not a perfect King but he kept the peace, he cared for the people and he did what he always thought was the best for the many. His is an example that I strive to live up to. I am grateful for the time that I was given to rule with his hand on my shoulder, I-” he chokes on the word and takes a deep breath, “I wi-” he chokes down another sob then glances to you before dropping his head.
“I will miss him greatly.” You say reading the words as tears flow from Thor’s eyes, “There will not be a day that I do not think of my Father and hope that he will be proud of the man that I am and the King I strive to be. Rest easy in Valhalla Father, may we see you again there someday.” You take the papers from the stand and Thor folds them shoving them back into his pocket then he leads you down off of the stage and back to Frigga’s side. She gives you a watery smile and a single nod and you know you’ve done her proud.
Both Loki and the Queen Mother speak too, the only one who doesn’t cry is Frigga, something you’re surprised by but she does have to pause several times in her speech to compose herself. Then the four of you follow Odin’s coffin as it’s lead to the burial site. You stand at his side the whole time, your hand wrapped in his, you mourn too some tears falling as Odin’s coffin is lowered into the ground and the Asgardian National Anthem plays.
The next six months will probably be the hardest, you all have to wear black whenever in public for mourning. Frigga likely won’t wear much else until she too passes. You and Thor decide to put off any wedding plans until after his first year of ruling is over, once things calm down a little bit. As much as you’d like it to be a smaller ceremony becoming Queen isn’t a time for small, and marrying royalty is, apparently, a huge deal. Thor does convince you to let him officially crown you in a small intimate ceremony to make your being Queen and his wife official. You’ll be publicly crowned as a part of the wedding ceremony but after a frank conversation with Frigga you’d both realized that he couldn’t do it alone and if you were saying that you got married in a small ceremony before Odin had died, technically the truth, you might as well be crowned officially too.
It’s not a complicated ceremony, you’re awarded dual citizenship then you kneel in front of Thor, repeating a vow to best serve the people of Asgard and to stand by Thor’s side, to be his ally and support as he rules. You promise to protect the throne to the best of your abilities as wife, Queen and mother. Then he places a crown on your head and you rise, officially his Queen and Thor kisses you soundly in front of everyone gathered. You can’t believe that you ever thought you might leave him. That you’d get an annulment and go back to New York City, living a life that you’d expected. One you’d enjoyed, but this the life you’re building with Thor, is the one that you were meant to live.
Imagine Thor trying to grant you visitation with Loki…
The sentence had been passed. Loki was to remain in a cell until the end of his days with no contact from the people who still loved him. You had asked the Allfather for one last conversation before the prince was taken away but Odin refused.
Thor had witnessed the exchange and when the crown-prince saw you refusing to complete the usual warrior duties or attending feasts, he knew that he needed to help.
Finding his father in the throne room a few days later, Thor addressed the matter directly once the guards had left.
“My brother has wronged so many people, I understand your sentence to imprison him.” He started.
Odin bowed his head. “Crimes in Asgard have consequences and this is Loki’s.”
“What about Y/n? They are no criminal, so why are they being punished?” Thor asked. Odin fell silent and listened to his son.
“Father, I know the pain of being separated from people I love. And despite all his errors and crimes, Loki has loved Y/n. You don’t want him to enjoy his sentence, I can respect that but Y/n doesn’t deserve to suffer.”
Odin thought about the situation and after a few minutes he gave a curt nod. “Very well, Y/n has done much for us. They can part ways with Loki and I’ll allow one visit within the year - only one.”
One visit within the year was better than being forced apart forever. Thor nodded, trying his best to contain his joy. “Thank you, father.”
A/N: While everyone else was freaking out over a naked Thor, I cried my eyes out after seeing his Loki tattoo. Then this happened. Enjoy, everyone!
Words: 1734 Warnings: pure fluff… and needles, I guess
With a sigh, you closed your browser. You had now saved a total of three hundred pictures to your laptop, all of which were tattoos by different artists from all over the world. You had been dying to use your own body as a canvas for years but unfortunately, never had the courage nor the money to put colour on your skin forever.
And then, you had met gods and superheroes and your life had taken a complete turn and your priorities had shifted entirely and you had fallen in love with the Norse God of Mischief. Passionate sex had led to feelings you could barely describe with words and now here you were, utterly devoted to a man who would outlive you by thousands of years.
People gave you strange looks whenever you mentioned your devotion to Loki, including the Avengers. And while his brother Thor was celebrated as the hero, Loki was still viewed as the villainous brother who attempted to subjugate the planet all those years back. It didn’t matter how much good he did, not to them anyway. Loki always acted like he didn’t care but whenever Thor, the media, and all of his followers praised him for yet another triumph, you could see the pained expression on Loki’s face—the disappointment.
“It’s getting warmer…” You murmured, cuddling up to him. He was so nice and cool you had a feeling this summer would be a lot more bearable than the previous ones. And even though he claimed that he hated physical affection, you could tell he was enjoying being close to you.
“Loki, we’re on the news!” Thor bellowed. He came barging into the room not caring for privacy, with an excited expression on his face. Loki rolled his eyes all the while you were flinching.
“Heavens, Thor…” Loki complained. You sighed, reaching for the remote to change the program. Thor was right, he was on TV—and he was being interviewed. The reporter was beaming, praising him for his help, admiring his strength. Not with a single word did he mention Loki; nor did Thor.
Loki pressed his lips together to a thin line and swallowed. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes once more when you wrapped your arms around him tighter. And then, finally, the camera panned to Loki for a split second. After that, it was a group of squealing fans holding posters and signs and screaming Thor’s name. One of them had Mjölnir tattooed on her forearm. Huh…
“Thor and his brother…” You heard the reporter say. There was nothing else of importance. The God of Mischief sighed. You switched the program again.
“Always a pleasure to be inside this square box.” Thor said, grinning widely. Then, all of a sudden, he paused. “It almost looks strange to see a woman in your arms, brother.” He looked at you. “I don’t know how you put up with him but I’m glad he found someone who seems to like his… chaotic nature, shall we say?” He grinned once more.
Loki tensed up, still stiff even after Thor had left.
“Loki… are you alright?”
He hummed in response. You put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. At least you now finally knew what type of tattoo you were going to get.
-
Would it stay on your skin forever? Yes. Were you facing any hesitation at all? No. You wanted a part of Loki to be with you at all times when he was gone and this, strangely enough, appeared to mean so much more than a wedding ring.
Thousands of fans were committed to Thor, and not a single person had yet expressed their gratitude towards Loki, not to mention that it seemed he himself couldn’t quite believe he was worthy of such gratitude… let alone your love.
It was the following day already that you found yourself in the tattoo studio. They had given you a last-minute appointment after learning who you were and when you had sent your artist an e-mail with what you wanted to get, even the barrier of virtual communication was unable to hide both his confusion and probably even hostility.
In any case, though, he met you neutrally the following day. After shaking his hand, he showed you the template he had made with your pictures and, after making sure you were fine with it, got to work.
You barely registered your surroundings. The walls were full of art, the smell of sanitiser and what must have been the tattoo colours filling your nostrils, and in the background, you could hear the humming of another tattoo gun along with some rock music.
It was only then, when you sat down on the chair, that nervousness began to wash over you—not because you were second-guessing your decision but rather because this man was about to repeatedly poke your skin with a small needle.
“It’s a little too late to ask but would you prefer some numbing cream?” He asked.
You shook your head, smiling mischievously. “Seriously, dude, I fight wars with the Avengers.”
“Yeah, stupid question… So, um…” You resisted the urge to flinch when he started tattooing you. Actually… it wasn’t so bad. Well, the numerous forums you’d been on online had promised you that the inside of your arm was a piece of cake compared to, say the ribs. You were planning on getting more tattoos one day but for now, this one it was.
You couldn’t wait to see Loki’s reaction. He had no idea you were here.
“Why… why Loki? I-I mean… I know you’re technically an Avenger but… that dude’s kinda evil.”
“Evil? He’s helped Thor and the others on missions countless times by now.” You tilted your head. “People just refuse to see the good in him.”
“Suit yourself, I mean… he tried to enslave all of humanity but…”
“That was a long time ago. And it wasn’t entirely his fault if you remember Thanos.”
The tattoo artist cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess… Still. I mean it’s your skin.”
“Exactly. So let’s just do this. This is my first tattoo, I’d like to have a good memory of getting it and not sit here for hours defending my bo-“ You stopped yourself before you could say boyfriend. He’d see soon enough, for you had asked Loki to come pick you up here a little later. Besides, Loki didn’t like to be called your boyfriend. He was much more of a… lover, he had said. It had a nice ring to it.
“Yeah, yeah… sorry. I promise your choice of tattoo won’t impact the quality of my work. You’ll love it when it’s finished.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
-
You only had to take two breaks in between, drinking plenty of water and stretching your legs a bit. Once the tattoo artist had finished up and wrapped clear foil around your tattoo to protect it, you sent Loki a text.
It was odd, every single time, to remind yourself that Loki was using a phone. He never used emojis though, for some dubious reason. That almost made it hard for you to tell when he was being sarcastic or not.
“What is this place? What are you doing in a tattoo parlour?”
“I was shopping for flowers. What do you think?” Chuckling, you embraced him when he entered the tattoo shop. It was perfect timing, for just when you pressed your lips on his to greet him properly, your tattoo artist reemerged from his private backroom.
“Oh… Oh! Oh. Mr… Mr. Loki. You, um… so you’re… wow.” You winked at him. You had to admit, his fear was rather hilarious… which was exactly why you had asked Loki to come pick you up. Besides, Loki could be quite the gentleman if only he wanted to. He lovedbeing all protective over you and that included taking you home on a regular basis.
Loki tilted his head when you broke the kiss, narrowing his eyes at him with his lips parted. “And who are you?”
“I, um… I did her tattoo. It’s um… you know what, it’s on the house.”
“Oh… thanks.” You said, grinning a little. Scary boyfriend privileges…
“You were not joking then? You actually got tattooed?”
“I’ll show you when we’re back home. Come on. Thanks again!”
“Y-yeah… thanks. Bye.”
As soon as you exited the shop, you burst out laughing. “Did you see his face? I love it. Come on, Trickster.” Intertwining your fingers with his, you dragged him along, not even giving him a chance to respond until you reached the Avengers’ Tower.
You couldn’t wait to take your jacket off and show him your tattoo and it seemed, Loki was equally curious.
“Why did you decide to put ink on your body permanently?” He suddenly asked.
“It’s beautiful… to use the skin as a canvas… and to have art that means a lot to you with you at all times, to become a part of you.”
“Hmm…”
“I’ve been thinking about getting tattoos for a very long time but then all this happened and I forgot about it for a while… but I’ve been doing my research and… well, I think you’ll like it.”
Loki frowned when you beamed at him. Once you arrived in your shared room, your grin grew even wider. Excitedly, you took off your jacket, took a deep breath, and then presented your arm to him.
Loki’s lips parted, you could almost hearhis face fall when he laid his eyes upon the golden helmet and the dagger you had gotten tattooed on your arm. Then, his blue eyes, filled with utter shock, met yours.
“You… you… this is my…” You smiled at him, biting your lower lip and eagerly awaiting what he would say but instead… instead he was tearing up.
“You… this will be on your skin forever.” He choked out.
You nodded. “I love you, Loki. This is a symbol of my devotion to you. Maybe no one else around here appreciates you the way they should be… but I do.”
Loki closed his eyes for a brief moment. And instead of responding with words, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you feared for your breath. He didn’t need to say anything more. His embrace told you more than you needed to hear.
What if a demoness kept Loki as her pet in the depths of Muspelheim?
I’ll just… I’ll just leave that here for you. Bye!
With your head tilted, you skimmed your eyes over what had gotten caught in the fire pit. And then you saw him. The raven-haired god with the sharp jawline and cheekbones to die for. Blue eyes bore into yours, his thin lips parted. He was sweating, on his knees, breathing heavily. He was stunning.
“Who is that?” Intrigued, you pointed at him. His eyes narrowed.
“That? Keeps rambling about being a god.”
You chuckled. “I figured this much.”
“I am a god!” He bellowed. Damn.His voice was sexy. Dark, smooth, like it was able to convince you to do almost anything. “I am Loki, rightful king of Jötunheim and I demand—“
“Loki? You are an Asgardian god? How did you end up here?”
The demon gave you an annoyed huff. “I have no time for chit chat. Time to say goodbye, god of whatever you are.”
Loki’s eyes widened. And for a good reason too. It would be a shame to turn that pretty face to ashes.
“Wait! I want to keep this one. Do with the others as you will.”
“You’ll stop bothering me then?” The demon growled. You winked at him when he grabbed Loki’s arm and dragged him towards you. The god stood, his expression both menacing and threatening. A smirk tugged at the corners of your red lips. Three, two, one…
A dagger materialised in his hand the very moment your eyes turned bright red. You leaned back almost casually when he drew back but just before the tip of the blade could penetrate your skin you breathed out a surge of fire, melting his weapon down.
Loki let go of it just before it could singe his skin. The shocked expression on his face was priceless.
“Get dressed, pet. I have news.” Rousing from your sleep, you turned around, draping the blanket back over your bare form. You couldn’t remember the last time you had worn clothes. There was no need for it, after all. Loki—your Loki—kept you in his domain like a princess. The captive princess of another kingdom he had claimed as both a lover and a pet but a princess nonetheless.
You loved him. You had loved him when he ran for President and almost enslaved an entire planet and you had loved him when the TVA showed up and sent him to this godforsaken place. One of the Minutemen had called you soulmates, leading you to believe that all Lokis out there had… well, one of you.
This Loki was just lucky enough to still have you—and to have you love him. And boy, did he love you too even though he’d never admit that… not verbally anyway.
“What is it?” You mumbled, refusing to open your eyes. Loki chuckled, causing you to blink and squint against the bright daylight—well, as bright as daylight got here in the Void. His figure came into your view, the long, raven hair and the golden horns that you had not just once wrapped your hands around while he fucked you senseless…
“The lesser ones found a new Variant. That might be interesting.”
“Interesting for you because you could recruit another Loki? What’s your plan, Trickster, do you want to raise an army?”
“Thin ice, pet. You are moving on very thin ice. Now be a good girl and get dressed.”
“You think we’ll find some more chocolate bars on your conquest?”
Loki chuckled once more. You laughed when he ran his fingertips over your sides, tickling you.
“We might just get more than that. One of their Lokis revealed the location of their shelter. All of their supplies will be ours soon.”
“Sounds good…” You smiled, turning back over to get a few more minutes of restful peace before another exhausting day full of trying to hide from Alioth.
-
As it turned out, it didn’t sound too good after all though, for what Loki had failed to tell you was that the group of Lokis he had spoken about was witty. Dangerous. And they already had the new Variant on their side. One that, as it turned out, looked exactly like yourLoki. Their timeline must have been so similar you wondered whether there were only subtle differences with how things turned out for him in the first place.
Besides that, you were wondering what had caused this Loki to get on the TVA’s radar and end up here. He did seem like he had been through a lot—just like your Loki once his presidential campaign had gone downhill.
Only this Variant was different. This Variant… recognised you. Your heart skipped a beat when he spoke your name in midst of this strange hideaway underground. You half hid behind your Loki to remain undetected, not interested in a confrontation with any of the Lokis who, ultimately, all wanted the same thing—power, a throne, recognition.
There was pain reflecting in his eyes. “I thought I lost you…”
Your lips parted. “Loki… um, I’m… I’m not your… I’m from a different timeline.”
“She’s mine, Variant,” your Loki growled.
The new Variant’s eyes shot up, locking with President Loki’s eyes. It was a stare down contest if anything, neither of them willing to blink.
“Loki, he’s telling the truth. I don’t know you.”
“I recognise her too. You are so young.” The oldest Loki in the room suddenly spoke up. He didn’t seem to take any particular interest in you beyond that, perhaps because you were several thousand years younger than he was. The kid in the room had probably not met his version of you yet and for the Loki wielding what looked a little like Thor’s hammer, you must have looked different as well.
It was the new Variant that your Loki felt threatened by as of right now. The tension was palpable.
“Is he keeping you hostage here?”
Gasping for air, you shook your head. Your Loki right next to you was fuming.
“I will not hesitate to gauge your eyes out if you keep looking at her.”
The new Loki breathed out, rolling his eyes and shaking his head a little—almost as if he was annoyed by this mirrored version of himself. He had guts, reminding you once more that this Variant and the Loki you had fallen in love with were quite possibly almost the same.
You felt a little… sorry for him. Who knew how he had lost his version of you in his own timeline. Any of them. But with this Loki, looking the same as your Loki, it felt… more intense, as if there was a connection.
SomethingyourLoki did not fail to notice.
“Enough of this!” The Loki with the rather strange Mjölnir replica bellowed with a start. “Let’s focus on the task at hand here. I betrayed you and now I’m king!”
President Loki raised his eyebrows, stepping forward menacingly. The subtle and yet so dangerous move did not fail to send shivers up and down your spine.
“About that…”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Come on… what did you expect?” Fuck.You bit your lower lip, stifling a hysterical laugh. One thing was for sure—your Loki was the hottest man walking the planet, wasn’t he? You sighed, averting your gaze quickly when you realised that the new Variant was still staring at you, observing each and every single one of your reactions to whatever was unfolding in the hideaway.
“That was not the bargain! I gave you our location in exchange for shelter and supplies, you give me your army and I take the throne!”
“Ah, yes… not so good a bargain. How about this one? My army, my throne. Now get on with what we came here for!” He shouted.
Next thing you knew, all hell broke loose and the Variants following Loki’s every command attacked, plundering, fighting, tricking.
Your Loki grabbed your upper arm. It was apparent he had no interest in participating in this battle himself.
“Let’s get out of here! And take him.” He ordered, nodding towards the new Variant. His gaze met yours, a mischievous and menacing smirk spreading on his lips. “He might come in handy. And he will pay for laying his eyes on you, pet.”
-
“Did you see the way he looked at you?” Loki barked once you were back at your shelter, the Variants following you suit. Well, except for the new one, that was. They were struggling dragging him along. You flinched when he flung an empty glass bottle off the nearby table using his magic.
“Loki… Loki, I know you’re angry but please, calm down.”
“What do you think will happen if we don’t get him under control? He will want you all for himself! If he is anything like me beyond his looks, he is going to try anything in his power to take you from me!”
“That won’t happen! I won’t letthat happen! I belong to you, Loki! We came from the same timeline, we are meant to be together. No one can take that from us!”
Growling like a feral animal, he reached for you and pulled you close so that you got knocked into his steel chest. You gasped, unable to take a proper breath before his lips came crushing down on yours, claiming your mouth like he was afraid this was going to be the last time he got to kiss you. It wasn’t a chaste kiss—it was raw passion, raw need and lust, all teeth and tongue.
Your lips were swollen by the time he pulled away to let you catch your breath, his hands tugging at your clothes which almost felt weird on your body after being naked in his quarters for so long.
“Loki… Loki, we’re not alone…”
“Then let them see what belongs to me. Let them see what only Iam allowed to do to you.”
“L-Loki, wait, I don’t think…”
But the God of Mischief was already tearing your clothes off of your body. Your dirty trousers came off right along with your knickers to pool at your feet, acting like makeshift shackles of fabric that stopped you from moving away. Loki lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, his hips forcing himself between your legs as he sat you down on the table and pushed you back until your head rested on the flat and hard surface.
Fuck, this was turning him on, even more so when he realised that two of his lackeys had just dragged the new Variant in, holding him down on his knees. His blue eyes widened, his lips parted when he caught sight off the show your Loki was putting on.
A moan escaped your lips when he pulled his already erect member free from his suit trousers, the warm tip wet with precum pressing against your entrance. Shit… at the end of the day, it didn’t matter where you were or if someone was watching, no? Loki could make you sing for him with but a mere touch of his, could play you like an instrument until you begged him for mercy, having passed out more than just once from all the orgasms he had forced out of you.
“I want you to scream my name. Let them know who’s the one to give you pleasure, pet.”
The Lokis behind his back gulped and even the new Variant stopped struggling when he realised that he wasn’t bluffing. He was going to fuck you right in front of them.
But before you could take a breath to protest, Loki had already sheathed himself inside of you. Almost brutally, he claimed your quim for himself, his strong hands wrapping around your ankles tightly to keep your legs spread for him.
From this angle, they weren’t able to see much of your private parts and yet, you felt more exposed than you had ever had running around naked in Loki’s quarters. More than you had going to the sauna with your friends and where no clothes had been allowed for hygiene reasons. This was different.
Fuck, of course it was different! Loki wasliterallyfucking you! You moaned once more when he withdrew almost completely only to thrust back into you so forcefully you struggled for air. With your fists clenched, you hissed in pain when the back of your head hit the table and yet, your body was already begging him for more.
You grew wetter by the second, your cunt welcoming him in, your walls moulding around him like you were made for him—which you were, technically.
With every single stroke, you felt the hot and greedy glances of the other Variants on you, making your skin and the back of your head tingle with excitement and arousal. There… fuck, there was something about being watched while Loki took you like that. Feral, raw, passionate, with any disregard to tender love-making—for that was reserved for when you were in private.
You were the only one who caught regular glimpses of Loki’s soft side, after all. But that didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered but his hard cock buried deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots to make you sing and moan and whine.
You arched your back, your hips bucking up to meet his eager thrusts. Even though your eyes were more than just likely to roll to the back of your head at any given moment, you were unwilling to let that happen. Too tempting was the sight of Loki and his raven hair falling into his face as he kept rocking into you with his gaze fixed on your helpless form in front of him, and the golden horns reflecting the gloomy daylight.
The way his forehead grew sweaty and the way he was panting as he picked up the pace, whispering sweet nothings as well as dominant orders to you.
“Hmm, you like that pet, do you not? You like being on display, showing everyone how I can pleasure you? Don’t you wish to show them?”
You swallowed thickly, whimpering in response. You loved and hated the fact that he could read you like an open book both at the same time. He was right. With every single thrust, you climbed the ladder of pleasure higher and higher, your desire for this man clouding your mind, your pussy begging for an orgasm.
“Cum for me,” he demanded darkly. You would not have been able to disobey him even if you had wanted to. Pleasure rippled through you like a wildfire, your toes curling as you screamed his name. Your cunt clenched around him rhythmically, your mind shattering into a million pieces.
Loki grunted when he felt you convulse around his length while he was still pumping into you, relentless and unwilling to give you a break. “That’s it… good girl…”
You were shaking by the time your climax faded. Had you not been lying on the table, you would have collapsed. And then, only a few last hungry thrusts later, Loki joined you into the abyss. He stilled inside of you, burying himself as deep as he could as he filled you with his warm seed, eliciting yet another moan from you. And it felt so damn good you wanted him to do it again this instant.
Loki leaned forward, scooping you up like a kitten so your head rested against his chest.
“Hmm…” He hummed. “Perhaps I shouldlet him touch you. The Variant who looks like me… wouldn’t it be fun for you to tease him and give him a little appetizer of what he will never be able to have…”
Peeking over to him, you could practically feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. But you were too far gone to realise how incredibly cruel this would be.
“Now… I hope you are hungry, pet.”
“I am… but not just for food.”
Loki chuckled darkly. He tugged himself back in, a smirk tugging at his thin lips when you whined upon the loss of his now slowly softening member inside of you and then, surprisingly, he helped you get dressed again as well. Not once did he shoot the Variants still gawking, too stunned to speak, a look.
“We managed to claim quite a few promising supplies in the heat of the moment. The other hunger I shall sate for you later.”
You grinned, your mind wandering off to a place where you were sat on Loki’s lap on his throne, impaled by his cock while he was feeding you, all the others watching in envy.
“Deal.”
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Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
In which Loki watches his future and finds you play a much larger role than he had expected… SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES!!! Send any requests my way :) I’ve got some free time and I’m ready to WRITE!
The screen showed a pixelated version of the Avengers… and you. You who he had seen mere hours ago fighting against him, and then whom he had seen two versions of. He had smelled the cologne of the two Tony’s, just as he had beheld the two Y/N’s.
He hadn’t originally noticed you dressed as a guard until he had heard the subtle, yet sharp intake of breath, a breath not all that different from the gasp he had made moments ago when seeing his mother on this damned screen, a gasp of pain. You were clearly older, a scar on your cheek that hadn’t been there mere moments ago at the top of Avengers tower as you had nudged Romanoff with a grin as you settled into the elevator. This older you had locked eyes with him for a fleeting second until being broken apart by the commotion of the Hulk smashing through the stairwell door and sending everyone scrambling.
It had struck him as odd at the time, yes, but he had been preoccupied with other details (such as escaping) rather than wondering why the mighty avengers had decided to play around with time. He’d had only a couple of conversations with you until now, and none of them entirely delightful seeing as you were on opposing sides, and the recognition held in future you’s eyes had unsettled him more than he’d care to say.
Glancing once more at the table before him, Loki pulled out a chair and sat. The round device before him was no more complicated than anything else he’d seen before, and a twist of a knob later, he was skipping through his life on film.
Stop. His mother, dead on the floor. His doing, according to Mobius. A manifestation of the pain and suffering he had been supposedly born to cause. A shuddering breath escaped him.
Twist.Images of Thor and… you for some reason flickered past like voices on the wind, glimpses of some life he had never lived, some life he was meant to live. And Odin, his… well, the closest thing to a father Loki had ever known.
Stop. “I love you, my sons.” He saw himself, an older Loki, beside his father. Another shuddering breath escaped him. My sons… Odin had seen this Loki, this version of him, as his true son. He had not hesitated, had not made him an afterthought behind Thor. Tears welled up in his vision, and try as he may, Loki could not stop them. “Remember this place. Home.” He watched as his father died before his very eyes, saw himself stand beside Thor as brothers once more, united in their grief. He saw You, coming to his side and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Twist.
Stop. You, kissing him. His hands tangled in your hair. You pull away with a gasp for air, a smile playing on your lips as you trace a delicate hand across his cheek. “You are good, Loki Laufeyson, and you deserve good things.” His future self breaths a small laugh as he shakes his head, placing his hand atop your own. “You are the good in me, my love.”
Twist.
Stop. Thor, his hair cut and trimmed short, staring at Loki with… love. “Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever.” Loki drew yet another shuddering breath and looked away. Forever.
Twist.
Stop. You. You, on the Bifrost beside himself, Thor (missing an eye no less), and who appeared to be a Valkyrie from the stories his mother would tell them as children. You, weapon in hand and looking slightly worse for wear, sweat dripping down your face as you shot him a sly grin.
Twist.
Stop.Thor, a newfound patch on his eye, turning. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.” A sly grin on his future self’s face as he replied, “Maybe not.” A thanks from Thor, his voice deep and true, “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.” Loki can’t stop the incredulous laugh from leaving his lips as he watches the scene before him. His soft brother, still soft. A quiet response from his future self, “I’m here.” A soft click indicating the opening of a door, laughter from offscreen. Your voice rings out playfully, “Oh please, don’t let me interrupt. I’d like to see this.”
Twist.
Stop. Himself, panting and suddenly thrusting a knife upwards at Thanos… who makes no movement of defense, a glittering gold gauntlet already adorning his fist. Loki’s smile falls into a grimace as realization strikes him. “Undying?” The giant asks and he hears scraping from the sidelines. A glance of his future self’s eyes turns the screen on you, beaten and bloody, struggling on your knees with a hand of one of Thanos’ children’s clamped tightly over your mouth. Tears fall from your eyes as you flail against their grip, fighting. This future Loki merely nods towards you. Thanos’ voice cuts through the silence. “Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.”
Loki stands to his feet and watches as his future self is lifted into the air by the neck, choked forcefully. He sees himself struggle to no avail, his suffering long and drawn out. His words broken and strained, “You… will never be… a god.” The snap of his neck. His death. Gasping and taking frantic steps back, Loki watches as his brother and you grieve over his body. Thor crying silently while you frantically shake his body, begging him to wake up and come back to you.
An explosion marking the end of the tape. He scoffs, despair and regret boiling up in his chest.
Summary:Once upon a time, the youngest son of Odin, Loki Laufeyson, was imprisoned in the highest room of the tallest tower, ne'er to be seen again. The arrival of a stranger put everything to the test… and for a while it seemed as though they’d passed. However, not all is as well as it seems. There was more than met the eye in the deal that Odin made, all those years ago. Ends were left loose and promises were not kept. Friends, both old and new, must face an enemy unlike any other as sons are forced to pay for the sins of the father. The bonds of friendship and, more importantly, of family will be tested to their limits.
A/N:Part 3 already! Aren’t you lucky? If you want a song to set up the beginning of this one, check out ‘Touch the Sky’ bu Julie Fowlis. We couldn’t have The Tower 2 without more Disney references. Let me know what you guys think about this one. Enjoy! :3
The branches shivered; the leaves shook. For each horseshoe that struck the soil, a tremor thundered through the earth. ‘Twas a shire horse. Ebony in colour, save for the dirty white feathering on its legs – practically one of the shadows until a break in the canopy lit the beast up with sun. Each one of its chuffing breaths released a furious cloud of heat.
Atop the animal’s back was a woman. For the most part she wore leather – boots, pants, gloves, and gauntlets. However, a loose white shirt fluttered against the wind. She pulled the crossbow from her back and, after a long, steady breath, took aim at the upcoming target.
It was a plank of wood with a crudely painted circle in the center. Instinct dictated that you shut one eye to focus on it, but your mentor’s words rung in your mind and you kept them open. The arrow erupted from the bow with a thwip! – and hit the center of the plank.
You resisted the urge to yell and whoop with glee, instead readying for the appearance of the second target. Your horse chuffed again and shook its mane. Thwip! The arrow hit the plank, but slightly outside the center mark. It was a victory, if a little lacking.
Before you could prepare for the third target, you caught sight of the fallen trunk that was approaching fast. You could practically feel the lowering of your horse’s rear, ready to jump. He was excited. You’d not taken him for a ride in too long.
Squeezing your thighs a little tighter together, your hand rushed to clutch the horn of the saddle. The crossbow – still in your dominant hand – was pointed upwards, until you spotted the third target! Your stomach was turning circles as your horse jumped, but your brain was already reacting, aiming your crossbow despite the elevation.
Thwip.
To your surprise and delight, the arrow hit! The target swung back so far that it ensnared the branch to which it was attached. This time you did shout with glee. You hooted and hollered, punching the air with your fist. The laughter that permeated the silence of the forest seemed to make the birds sing. A couple abandoned their perches and flew into the sunrise sky.
Brynjolf looked up as the birds took flight, wondering if a misfired arrow had been the cause of their hurried escape. Duke, upon whom he sat, had grown a lot in the last year. Sure, he was still a runt, especially in comparison to the shire that pulled up beside him, but he’d grown nonetheless. Even Brynjolf looked grand sat atop him, beaming proudly as you manoeuvred your horse like you’d been riding all your life.
“How’d ye’ fare?” He asked, urging Duke forward to ride alongside you. “Every single one!” “Really? Even the third?”
You cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “Yes, and don’t think I didn’t notice that it had moved since the last time.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you’s talkin’ about.” “Uh huh.”
The two of you began a gentle trot back towards the capital. Duke leant over and nudged the shire’s flanks with his nose. Your shire - Angus - was less than pleased by this and attempted to swerve away from the little irritant until you steered him back. “So how’s the crossbow treating ye’?”
You pulled it from your back – leaving Angus to go where he pleased – and held it between both hands. “Alright, but it feels a little unbalanced. This back end is too heavy; I’m having to aim lower to compensate.” “Tha’s a real shame,” he hummed, leaning over to fiddle with the clasp on one of his saddle bags. “I suppose it’s a good thing I got ye’ this then.”
When he sat upright, the most beautiful crossbow was in his hands. Polished dark cherry wood, reinforced leather string, and decorative artwork painted in ivory on the foregrip and stock. It was, quite simply, stunning. “Happy birthday, lady,” he smiled.
“Oh, Brynjolf,” you gasped, trying not to cry as you pulled Angus to a halt. “It’s… I don’t know what to say: it’s beautiful.” “That’ll do ye’,” he chuckled back, leaning over to hand the weapon to you. He’d been right to have it customised; to say it looked perfect in your hands was an understatement. His chest puffed with pride. “And– And– And look at the paintin’ on the side there.” He waggled his finger, pointing frantically.
You tilted the crossbow over and examined the artwork. It was tapestry-like in style, depicting a story you knew all too well. It started with a tower… The water that flowed out from the base drew the eye across, to where a man and woman embraced under a canopy of lanterns. There was more to it than that – but your eyes had already grown misty, blurring the rest from sight.
“Well, I wasn’t tryin’ to make ye’ cry!” Brynjolf fetched a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and thrust it under your nose. You laughed weepily. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… It’s happy crying though, I promise.” “I believe you.”
The two of you cantered back to the marketplace together, parting ways only when you caught sight of Loki awaiting your arrival. He offered you a hand in dismounting Angus but it ultimately wasn’t needed. Loki felt all manner of things at the sight of you swinging your leg over a mount in such a beautiful arc. There were many advantages to your increased riding proficiency, least of all your improved fitness and stamina. He’d benefited from that quite nicely.
Casting such impure thoughts aside, he kissed your hand sweetly. “Happy birthday, love of mine,” he said. “How was your morning ride?” “All three targets,” you admitted proudly, before taking Angus’ reins and heading for the palace stables. Both you and he were starved. Loki skipped to keep up. “All three?” “Yes, one of which I shot whilst Angus was leaping over an obstacle. I’m not bragging, but I’m definitely smug.”
Loki chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “And the crossbow? It’s new, yes?” “My birthday present from Bynjolf. Oh, you should see the artistry on it, Loki. I was practically brought to tears! Well, in fact, I was brought to tears, but you haven’t seen the bow.”
For the entire walk home, you rambled excitedly about this and that. Happy for nothing more than your company, Loki let you. Passers-by noted the lovesick smile on his face, uncharacteristic of the mischievous God prior to his resurrection. It was the unique type of smile that could only blossom on a man genuinely enjoying the sound of his lover talking passionately about their interests.
And it was true. ‘Twas a rare occasion that you truly wished to talk and talk, so when it did happen, Loki found himself inclined to do nothing more than listen. Eventually, you would slow, or silence, worried you’d spoken too much or for too long. This is when Loki would sigh, gather your face in his hands, and kiss you softly.
“You worry too much, my love,” he said. Angus appeared to snort in agreement. You shot the horse a filthy look. “I’ll have you know I worry the perfect amount.”
“Speaking of perfection,” Loki winked at you and turned to leave the stables, “what are your plans for this evening?” You rolled your eyes and, after scratching Angus behind the ear, pursued him. Angus whinnied a farewell to the pair of you before shoving his head into a feeding trough. “Fenrien wrote me this morning,” you said, lacing your fingers amongst his as the palace guards bowed their heads and opened the main doors for you both. “Jarle is working with his engineers today so they’re going to make a day of my birthday tomorrow.”
“And how do my least favourite architect and his boyfriend fare in their new abode?” “They finished unpacking this morning,” you smiled. Before Loki could ask if you’d consider spending the rest of the day with him, you’d made it to the corridor of the residential wing – where Thor was exiting his bedroom.
When he caught sight of you both, his face lit up. Thor swept in and gathered you into a magnificent hug, spinning you around in circles. “Happy birthday, sister!” He laughed raucously. Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ve talked about you calling her that.” Thor dropped you back onto the floor, and glared fiercely at his brother. “Hush, Loki. On this day, I answer to nobody but the good woman in front of me.” You bit your lip and turned away. “So, where is it then? Let me see it!”
You cocked your head with a bewildered smile. “See what?”
“Your crossbow,” Loki said quickly, cutting off any words that might’ve spilled from Thor’s open mouth. “Brynjolf went through Thor to get it made. He wants to see that his interference was for good cause.”
“I… Yes, that’s what I meant. Allow me to see the fine weapon you’ve been gifted!” A little baffled but compliant nonetheless, you handed over your crossbow for Thor to examine. However, the man looked like he’d never handled a bow in his life. “Yes, this… is very nice. Very nice indeed. A fine gift.”
“As you know, brother,” Loki hissed, “I’d intended to take the rest of the day off to give my beloved her birthday gift. I simply haven’t asked her if she wishes to yet.” “Oh, I see!” Thor said, smiling apologetically to Loki as he returned you gift to you. There seemed to be some context to the conversation that you were missing, and you weren’t particularly pleased to be out of the loop. Frankly, you were tired, sweaty, and hungry. You wanted out of your riding gear and intended to be so.
“If that is the case, I should change forthwith. Thank you for your assistance with my birthday present, Thor. I shall see you at dinner this evening.”
You bowed your head respectfully before departing down the corridor towards your quarters. Loki mouthed an insulting comment to his brother along the lines of him being ‘bone-idle’ before following.
Summary:Once upon a time, the youngest son of Odin, Loki Laufeyson, was imprisoned in the highest room of the tallest tower, ne'er to be seen again. The arrival of a stranger put everything to the test… and for a while it seemed as though they’d passed. However, not all is as well as it seems. There was more than met the eye in the deal that Odin made, all those years ago. Ends were left loose and promises were not kept. Friends, both old and new, must face an enemy unlike any other as sons are forced to pay for the sins of the father. The bonds of friendship and, more importantly, of family will be tested to their limits.
A/N:Hoo boy! I’m so far ahead with this now, as my beta-readers will attest. I’m really excited for you guys to see what I’ve written. It’s going to be a wild ride, I promise. Let me know what you think by dropping me an ask! :3
Once upon a time, there was a city. Though still cast in gold and iron, Asgard no longer shone amongst all nine realms. It’s involvement with varying different catastrophes had left it tainted. Rusted. A diamond that had lost its shine.
Just outside the centre of the capital city lay Asgard’s largest marketplace. Royal Fair. Merchants and vendors flocked and gathered from all over the realm to flog their goods. Caravans, spaceships, and even the odd water-faring vehicle transported a plethora of peoples to sell upon the polished cobbled roads.
Elios was a small boy; baby-faced, bright, and fair, there wasn’t much he couldn’t get away with. It would only take a flutter of his eyelashes and a quivering lower lip to the right mother or father and his purse would become a little bit heavier. Unfortunately for the unobservant, he milked that ability for all it was worth. Currently, it was worth several gold coins and a few silver. They jingled nicely in his pocket. But Elios wanted more.
The marketplace was his playground, and the vendors were his toys; their stalls his goal, and their produce his prizes. One toy in particular jumped out at him – the baker. The sheer size of the man had gifted him with a fine set of lungs, letting him boom and bellow about his prices every morning, noon, and night. However, his gargantuan weight also led Elios to believe that he ate as much of his produce as he sold. The cheeky child smiled to himself the more he thought about it.
Business was booming on account of the baker’s powerful and persistent advertisement method. A crowd had gathered around the glorious smelling goods to froth at the mouth and empty their coin into his flour-dusted palm.
Light and nimble, Elios weaved amongst the legs of the shoppers until the top of his head was just beneath the display. One moment longer… If he left too soon, too swiftly, he’d incriminate himself; not soon enough and his face would be known.
When a red-haired woman behind him reached over to collect her purchase, Elios struck. He reached up, and snatched a roll, before turning on his heel and beginning the wriggle to freedom. It had been a risky move, and, unfortunately, not one that paid off. The baker happened to be looking at the woman’s hand as she reached over – the lack of an engagement ring having raised his hopes a little – and that was how he saw the smaller hand reaching up over the edge of his stall to pilfer a roll.
“Hey, you,” he bellowed, and every head in the crowd suddenly turned. “Get back here!” “Try and catch me flat-foot,” Elios laughed, before breaking into a sprint. Outrunning the baker would’ve been easy, only it was not he to be doing the chasing. Two palace guards were on patrol nearby and, on account of the commotion, began the chase. Elios was really having no luck today. There’d be no fluttering his eyelashes out of this one.
Noon was always this busy, but at least for once it served as an advantage. A strong swimmer in the currents of crowds, Elios navigated the dense populace like a pro.
A livestock farmer placed a crate of chickens down by his stall; Elios vaulted over it. The first palace guard caught his foot on the top and went sailing down. The chickens squawked and flapped their wings in fright. A nearby baby began to chuckle and pointed a chubby finger at the guard.
Elios was also laughing. He chucked taunts and heckles over his shoulder at the remaining pursuant. Weighted down by his armour, he was doing well to have lasted this long. At last, Elios spotted the opportunity for this escape. A series of boxes stacked 1, 2, then 3 high were just beckoning him to climb. He prepared for the leap upwards – when a hand grabbed the back of his collar and hauled him back to earth.
Elios’ head hit the cobbled stone, and, for a moment, he heard nothing but birds. Eventually he cracked open his eyes, to see who had thwarted him.
His eyes met those of none other than the Forgotten Prince. Loki.
“Up you get,” the man uttered, not giving him a choice in the matter as he lifted him by the scruff of his neck again. Once on his feet, Elios could see the two guardsmen who’d been chasing him. The former was covered in feathers and blood that poured from his nose; the second was red in the face and panting heavily. Loki Laufeyson folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. “What happened then?”
“He… He stole from the… from the baker, my lord,” said the secondary guard, who was now doubled over and wheezing. Elios tried not to laugh at the sight. Was this truly the best the palace could do? Even Loki looked unimpressed. “Is this true, boy? Is that roll in your hand paid for or not?”
“But, my lord,” spoke Elios, tongue admittedly a little thick from his head wound, “you asked me to bring you a roll!”
If the rumours were to be believed, then the Forgotten Prince was something of a renowned silver-tongue. Fluttering eyelashes and a quivering lip would not work on him, but perhaps he could be impressed with a bold enough lie…
Admittedly, Loki was impressed by the twinkle of mischievous delight in the young lad’s eye. The left side of his mouth quirked a little. But was it enough to let him off, just like that?
Apparently, yes.
Loki fished two gold coins from his pocket and handed them to the bewildered guards. “Apologise to the baker for the trouble that I appear to have caused. It shall not happen again.”
Elios breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the palace guards bowed, and then turned to leave. He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the retreating figures – least of all because he wasn’t quite sure what to anticipate with the company he’d been left with.
“So,” Loki chuckled, folding his arms, “you consider yourself smart, do you?” Elios had nothing to say to that. How did you answer such a question when it was the God of Trickery asking it of you? The lack of a response seemed to please Loki well enough, and he invited the boy to walk.
“As smart as you may be, young one, you have much to learn.” “Oh, and I suppose you intend to teach me?” Loki scoffed. “Please. I have better things to do. If I catch you stealing things again, I will let you take the fall for it.”
Elios frowned. At this point, he was prepared to fully ignore this man. His eyes scanned the crowd for an opportunity to slip away, when he caught sight of a vineyard owner flogging very expensive bottles. “I will say one thing, though,” Loki smirked, completely aware of the boy’s intentions. “You can’t cheat an honest man.”
Placing his hand on the top of the boy’s head, Loki swivelled it away from the vineyard owner towards a caravan owner in the distance. He bore fierce sideburns down the side of his face, and a greasy brown rat rail that had been braided over the side of his shoulder…. Loki knew of this man; he’d recently been released from jail but had gone right back into his old business. Of course, Loki couldn’t interfere directly, but the boy… “Find somebody who wants something for nothing and give them nothing for something.”
The smile that spread across Elios’ face could only be described as ‘shit-eating’. Loki resisted the urge to chuckle. “Where’s your mother then?” He asked. Elios’ head snapped up, offended. “Where’s your girlfriend?”
Summary: The war between Asgard and Vanaheim had not plagued the realms for many years. However, when the crown princess of the latter is thrown into an Asgardian prison for a crime she did not commit, tensions arise once more. She is forced to think quickly in order to save her people and theirs from needless slaughter. The solution? An arranged marriage. To the Odinson of her choice.
A/N: Part 2. Thoughts anybody? I’ve not got as much queued up for this one so I’ll post it intermittently. Otherwise, enjoy!
With a flick of his wrist, Loki willed the candles to light. The room flooded with gold, revealing the same expression on your face as was on his own. Surprise. “You’ve returned,” Loki said, subtly replacing his dagger and sitting upright. “And you’re… not Thor.” “Thank you.”
A few minutes passed as Loki dressed himself in a gown. He tied it loosely in front of his bare abdomen. “I could have you arrested for that, you know,” he said, rubbing his temple. “Like you wouldn’t enjoy a woman sneaking into your bedroom at night.” “Touché.”
“And besides,” you sighed. “I think I have served enough prison time at the hands of your people.” “Is that why you’ve returned?” Loki settled onto his bedside and crossed one leg over the other. He watched you in the candlelight. A fur cape sat around your shoulders, protecting you from the bite of the midnight air. Underneath, a black dress with a hood that had, until a moment ago, been over your head. Stealth was your intention, apparently. As stealthy as you could be as a Vanaheim princess. “I’m… I have no intention of discussing that with you.”
“But with my brother?” Loki chuckled. “Yes, actually.” You raised your chin a little higher and adjusted the fastening of your furs. “So, if you could point me in the direction of his room.” “But of course. Would you prefer a door or a window?” “Hilarious.”
Thor’s face was the picture of surprise. He opened his bedroom door in the twilight hours, to the image of his yawning brother and the recently released royal. Why was she back? Why was she with his brother? And he was dressed so… Well, he wasn’t really dressed. “Has… something happened?” Thor asked.
His answer came in the form of a shifty look in Loki’s direction. Rolling his eyes, Loki stood a little taller and cleared his throat. “I will leave the two of you to talk then,” he muttered, bowing his head in your direction and taking his leave down the corridor. Thor stepped aside and welcomed you into the room. Thankfully, he was better clothed than his brother.
You removed your furs and draped them over your arm as you stepped into the room. The longer you spent inside the palace, the warmer it got. However, the impending topic of conversation certainly wasn’t helping your temperature either. “I apologise for disturbing you in this manner,” you said, waiting until you were invited to sit before doing so. Thor placed himself in the smoking chair beside your own. “If it weren’t important, I wouldn’t be here. The middle of the night was the only time I could get away from home without being seen.”
Thor was rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Away from home without being seen? This did not bode well in the slightest. “Please. Continue,” he said. “I will not beat around the bush,” you smiled wearily, running a hand through your hair. Thor noted the way you acted very little as an Asgardian princess would. Your manners may have been impeccable but aside from that, you were very civil. Very relaxed. Calm. Ordinary. It was refreshing. That alone comforted him. He no longer felt the suffocating pressure that one might do when meeting with a foreign dignitary.
“It’s about my father. He intends to wage war upon Asgard.”
“What?” Thor boomed. You flinched and Thor immediately caught his tongue, placing his fist over his lips. “I– I– I tried to subdue him, your highness, I really did but he’s a man prone to temper. Once he heard that I’d been wrongly imprisoned, there was no talking to him! He left the room in search of his generals. I’ve been trying to contact him all afternoon but he won’t listen, fobs me off with nurses and maids. I know he means well, and worries for me, but he’s taken this too far and now people might suffer because of it.”
Thor leaned forwards, his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face deeply with his hands. “I see why you required the secrecy.” “Yes, quite.” You ran a hand through your hair again and Thor smiled weakly. He knew it must be difficult for you to discuss. The way you sustained your stoic expression however was both admirable and appealing. “I just… didn’t know who to turn to, your highness. I don’t know what to do.”
“Perhaps an alliance,” someone suggested, from the shadows. Thor sighed very heavily, and his eyes slid shut. On the black of his eyelids, he could see himself leaving the bedroom door open an inch too wide when he let you inside. Enough time for a certain someone with magical capabilities to sneak indoors without detection.
Loki stepped forward and dropped his invisible guise. He bowed his head in your direction again but made a note of the stony glare he received in return. “An alliance would negate any conflict by supplying a plethora of positives for the people of our respective realms.” Thor scoffed loudly. “An alliance, Loki? Truly?” He said. “I thought you were the diplomat of the two of us. I doubt either of our fathers will agree to an alliance right now, given their… temperaments.” “And what if the alliance is one they need take no part in? Save for giving their blessing that is…” Your breath hitched. Loki pretended that he hadn’t heard it. “We ought to make them act like fathers before acting like rulers.”
“What are you talking about?” Thor said, rubbing his eyes hard with the tips of his fingers. It was either far too late or far too early for this. He couldn’t figure out which. “Speak plainly please, Loki, I don’t understand.”
“He’s talking about matrimony,” you said. Your gaze never wavered from Loki. “A marriage, to join our two kingdoms.”
A few moments passed in terrible silence. Thor looked between the pair of you. Was he serious? A… A marriage? Very well, if that’s how it must be… “My dearest lady,” he said softly, sliding from his seat onto one knee on the floor. You blinked repeatedly, and Loki turned away, hiding a smile behind his hand. “Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
With a genteel laugh, you shook your head and touche Thor’s shoulder. “With all due respect, your highness, absolutely not.”
“What?” Loki stepped forward and cleared his throat. “If I may: it would look too suspicious for the two of you to be engaged so soon after your wrongful arrest. It would be quite an obvious power play. Not to mention the complications of inheritance; after all, you’re both in line for your own thrones.” You patted Thor’s shoulder and stood up. You approached Loki’s side, your arms folded and an eyebrow raised. “The younger sibling, however…” Loki smirked, and looked you up and down. “No throne entitlement. No ties to the household here. No obvious scheming behind the scenes – or at least no more than usual.”
“She’s right,” Loki said. “Though I hope you don’t expect me to get down on one knee.” “From what I know of you, my lord, you’ve stooped low enough in your time. No need to sustain the hobby.”
Thor got to his feet and straightened out his dressing gown. It was definitelytoo early for this. The stare between the two of you was palpable; thick with subtext and the unspoken. He stepped between it, eager to remove this drama from his sleeping quarters. “So, we’re in agreement then? We’ll announce the news in the morning? A prince of Asgard is to marry the princess of Vanaheim.”
You stared at Loki a moment longer but eventually nodded. “Yes. Alright. Let’s get married.”
Once Loki had been ushered from his room, Thor offered to set you up in a spare bedroom. It was partly chivalry – that he knew his brother would not extend – and partly because it would allow him to handle the situation to some degree. He would pick the nicest spare room he could find.
“So, I have to ask,” he mused aloud. Your furs were draped over his forearm and he stroked them distractedly as they walked. “You already knew that you would not be tying yourself to me, didn’t you?” “I did.” “Then why insist on being escorted to see me once you’d entered his room?”
You smiled bashfully and let your head fall. “Well, firstly, you ought to be kept in the loop regardless. We can’t have you being kept ignorant, only to blow the lie wide open, can we?” “Do I detect motives ulterior to those?” “You might.” You bit your lip and looked away. The interior decorating in Asgard’s palace truly put your home’s to shame. “I… also needed to make sure that Loki would agree. What better way than to make him think it was all his idea? I ‘accidentally’ crawl into hisroom, as opposed to yours, piquing his interest enough to stay behind and eavesdrop. Then, he suggests a solution and, on account of his wanting to take all credit, is obligated to see it all the way through.”
“You planned all of that having met him only once?” Thor said as he came to a halt outside of a tall, wooden bedroom door. He held it open to you as your explanation/confession continued. “To any spectators of my arrest, I was guilty as charged. He, however, discovered the true culprit and brought him in. I don’t see him as somebody likely to hunt truth and justice for the sake of it, because it makes him feel good, so one can assume that he sought me out with the intention of claiming the credit for my emancipation. So, to answer your question: yes, I got all that from meeting him once. He’s not as complex as he’d believe himself to be.”
Thor chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. Admittedly, if you were to be believed, then it was incredibly impressive. “How long did this little scheme of yours take, might I ask?” “It was a long ride here,” you said with a wink. “Besides, I needed some way to get revenge for the way he thought to manipulate me whilst I was behind bars.”
“You know, my lady,” he said, “I dare say you’re a better match for my brother than you both realise.” “I’ll try not to take that as an insult.”
Thor watched you seat yourself on the bedspread and cross one leg over the other. It was a similarity to a certain someone that was not lost on him…
Summary:Once upon a time, the youngest son of Odin, Loki Laufeyson, was imprisoned in the highest room of the tallest tower, ne'er to be seen again. The arrival of a stranger put everything to the test… and for a while it seemed as though they’d passed. A whole year later sees the rumour of nuptials circulating amongst the palace walls, amongst other rumours. Somebody is looking for you, somebody you thought was lost to the wind many moons ago. Adventure once again appears to be on the horizon. However, not all is as well as it seems. There was more than met the eye in the deal that Odin made, all those years ago. Ends were left loose and promises were not kept. Friends, both old and new, must face an enemy unlike any other as sons are forced to pay for the sins of the father. The bonds of friendship and, more importantly, of family will be tested to their limits.
A/N:I’m so excited to be back, you guys! I’ve been bursting to get started on this for ages and now I’m actually posting. It’s seems ages ago that I started this series, and now I’m already on a sequel? :O Who knew it was possible?! Anyway, I’ll shut up so you can go read. Enjoy!
Once upon a time, there was a city. Cast in gold and iron, it shone amongst all nine realms as a beacon of hope, strength, and wisdom. Asgard. A diamond on the neck of the universe.
At its centre, the royal palace. Visible from as far as the eye can see, it was testament to the triumphant history of the monarchy. It pierced the skyline like a blacksmith’s finest blade, twinkling similarly in the midday sun. The woman who approached it was careful to take her time ascending the ivory stone staircase. One wrong step and she’d have a dislocated hip for the next few months.
The coal-coloured cloak that enshrouded her was about 2-inches too long and, as such, threatened her footing every time her slipper met with the floor. Liver-spotted hands reached down every so often to pull it up, long, unkempt nails digging into the fabric. Contrary to the rest of her appearance, however, were the ribbons of gold that stuck out from under the hood on her head.
“Halt, who goes there?” called out a guard from the top of the staircase. The woman stopped and, with bones that might as well have creaked, pushed her hood down. Her face was as worn as her apparel, worn like well-tanned leather and several teeth missing. She smiled like she knew the guard’s dirtiest secrets. His armour rustled as he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “I have business with his royal highness,” she replied, voice like a creaking cabinet. “I believe he is expecting me.”
A few minutes and one enquiry later, the witch was allowed through the gates into the palace of Asgard…
Odin’s throne room was the crown jewel of Asgard’s palace. Everything from the walls to the furniture seemed to gleam with gold and sing in the sunlight. It was magnificent.
Even the Allfather himself looked as though he deserved to be artwork on the wall. His posture denoted nobility, and his apparel was dripping of wealth. Yet Odin was pensive. Concerned. “I daren’t make a deal with a devil,” he said. “If you think you can help my son, I must know it.” “Your highness, tell me again what you wish me to achieve and I shall assure you of what I am able.”
Odin adjusted his sitting position. The witch could see the hesitance in his sinking eyebrows. She’d dealt with men like this before; more familiar than he could ever fathom. His request was… unique, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. An opportunity she’d been anticipating for a very long time.
“It’s my boy,” Odin began. The witch held back the twitch at the corner of her grinning mouth. “The eldest?” “No. My youngest.” “Ah yes, your son who is not.” “He is my son so long as I have raised him as such.”
“What of the boy, my lord?” She continued, artfully dodging the Allfather’s temper. As it had been noted, she’d dealt with men like this before. “He has disgraced his name, and mine, by the attempted subjugation of another realm. Midgard. It was the intervention of my eldest – and some native accomplices – that led to his capture.” “If Laufeyson has been thwarted, what should you want of me?”
The question was a pertinent one; if this opportunity was to be successfully utilised, she needed the Allfather’s complete and utter compliance. Any hesitation, and her plan would be at risk. Like a finely weaved tapestry, one thread out of place and the whole piece was at stake. If her plan was to work, it required Odin to finally take some responsibility for his actions. For Loki’s.
“His… His punishment was suited to the courts,” Odin began, and the witch could practically hear the sounds of everything falling together. “Imprisonment seemed fitting at the time – the wound was fresh and my people wanted justice. They would not listen to a father who wished to help his son; instead they wanted a ruler who held no bias.” “You do not approve of your boy’s punishment then?” The witch tilted her head and for a moment, in the sun that streamed through the throne room’s window, she looked younger. “Oh, I approve of his imprisonment absolutely. What I regret is the sentence’s lack of potential for redemption. He is still my son and should he wish to prove that he has changed, I should like him to have that opportunity.”
The witch chewed one of her disgustingly long fingernails. This was… not what she’d anticipated when the opportunity had arisen. However, if she played her cards right, it wasn’t completely horrible either. A different type of cage to what she’d had in mind, but a cage nonetheless. And Odin seemed willing. All she needed now was the last piece of the puzzle; the thing that would bind Odin to her deal. Carefully, she allowed herself to smile and saw Odin visibly relax. “Thankfully, I think that I am more than capable of assisting in the matter.”
“I will be grateful for your discretion,” he sighed. “I said that I was capable of assisting. If you should have discretion as well, that shall cost a pretty penny.” “Tell me what you desire.”
The witch grinned and once again youth flowered in her eyes. “I am a vain woman, and my best days are behind me. However, I have read of a flower that can grant youth to anyone in its ownership. It’s located a fair distance from the city and I have not the strength to retrieve it.” “It shall be a training exercise for my men. We will have it within one week.” “Most gracious, your grace,” the witch smirked. Odin ought to be unnerved that her price was seemingly so small. And judging by the narrowing of his eyes, he was.
“Now,” he boomed, feeling suddenly more confident, “to the matter at hand.” “Quite,” the witch smiled. “We will begin straight away.”
For the second time that week, the witch climbed the stairs to Asgard’s palace. This time, however, she climbed with fervour. Excitement – unlike that which she’d felt in years – had gotten the better of her. She thought less and less about tripping and falling, and more of the prize that lay waiting for her.
“Halt, who goes there?” called out a guard from the top of the staircase. The witch revealed her golden hair yet again, smiling at the guard much more sincerely. “I am here to conclude my business with the King. He is expecting me.”
A few minutes and one enquiry later, the witch was being… turned away.
“But he’s expecting me, you imbeciles!” The witch screamed as two guards led her down the staircase. “Our orders are to turn you away at the gate. Your business with the King is done.”
No. Impossible! How could he have backed out on their deal? It had been so simple! Did he suspect her? No, she’d made sure of that. Unless…
With a gasp in realisation, the witch wrenched herself free of the guards’ grasp and turned to face them. Malice contorted her face like a wilting rose. “Very well. Tell him I’ll be in touch.”
And just like that, she disappeared in a cloud of foul-smelling smoke. The guards covered their faces and coughed horribly, hunched over. When finally they were permitted to breathe again, they stood upright and stared at the empty steps. The taller guard turned to his companion. “You don’t think that she would-” “I do think that,” he said. “Hurry, we must reach the King.”
Thor’s steps were sluggish and slow. He could feel his father’s hand on his shoulder; it felt heavier than his hammer. “I’m so sorry, my son.” “I just… I can’t believe he’s gone. Are we sure that it was real? He’s… He’s faked it before, maybe– maybe–”
Odin sighed and strengthened the grip on his son’s shoulder. “I understand your concern, but it is true. He’s… Loki is dead.” “I just… When? How?”
Thor stopped in his tracks at the end of the corridor, his face the picture of grief. A single tear rolled over his cheek. Odin placed a hand under the boy’s chin and wiped it away with his thumb. “If it’s any consolation, it was quick. It happened in the night. A stroke, followed by cardiac arrest, the healers say.” “Just like that?”
Forced to think quickly, Odin turned away to grant himself a moment’s pause. That was when he saw her. Odin tensed, and at the sight of this, Thor followed his father’s gaze.
A woman with golden hair and a haggard face stood in the corridor. Immediately, Thor raised his guard. He knew an intruder when he saw one, and this woman reeked of danger. His father, however, seemed oddly unsurprised by this woman’s appearance, despite his apprehension. Did they… know one another?
“Your father has lied to you, boy,” she said, with a peace reserved for the most dangerous of wraths. “He’s lied to us both.” “Explain yourself,” Thor said, stepping in front of Odin. The latter’s face had fallen with disappointment. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be this easy. “What did he tell you?” The witch began. “That your brother died in the night? Inexplicably? And let me guess: you have been forbidden sight of his body. ‘Ah, my son, that would be too cruel’. Something like that?”
Thor’s guard slowly began to melt away. Either she was an expert eavesdropper or… “Father, I- I don’t understand.” “You ask him?” The witch cackled. “After what you now know? Do you truly trust him to explain?” Odin was denied every opportunity to defend himself. His hands were balling into fists of rage and his mouth thinned substantially. His gaze with the golden-haired woman never wavered; nor did hers. The two were in a fierce yet silent showdown.
“He lied to you, boy,” the witch finally confessed. “Your brother isn’t dead. Your father paid me to move him, to imprison him elsewhere. He’s in a tower just outside of the city; specifically, he’s far enough away that he’d never fortuitously be found by you, but close enough that he could find his way home should he ever make it out of there.”
Thor’s mouth fell open and he looked to his father for explanation. None came. Odin’s silence was telling. The witch frowned and continued. “Except he didn’t pay me. He backed out on his end of the deal, only to proceed with his schemes regardless. That is why I’m here. That is what I came for.”
When the witch finally silenced, Thor ‘s hearing was replaced with the sound of his heart in his throat. It pulsed and pounded like a raging bull. “Of all the things…” For a moment, he considered exploding, screaming in his father’s face, berating him. However, that was not important to him currently. What mattered to him currently was bringing his brother home. Loki needed him. “I will deal with you once I have rescued my brother,” Thor growled, spinning on his heel and storming down the corridor.
He’d made it barely two steps, however, when a halo seemed to appear over his head, silver and twinkling. Thor’s balanced wavered and he stumbled to the side, gripping his forehead. When the halo disappeared, he turned around again, an expression of concern on his face. Even Odin was a little bewildered at the sight. “Father?” asked Thor. Odin stepped forward. “My son, are you… alright?” “Yes, I’m…” Thor rubbed his head. It must’ve been… a migraine. “Forgive me, I’m being completely rude. Who is our guest?”
Odin blinked and turned slowly around. The witch lowered her hand with a knowing grin. “Do not think of your manners, young man. I am only here to have a word with your father.” “Of course, my lady. I will grant you some privacy. Good day.”
Had a lump of coal been placed within Odin’s fist, it would’ve swiftly become diamond. “What do you want?” He snarled at the witch. “You didn’t search for it, did you?” She snarled back.
“My men failed to find your flower, after days of dedicated searching in the area you specified. I simply will not sanction another pointless exercise for something that is clearly just a myth!” The grinding of the woman’s jaw practically echoed amongst the walls of the room. “How many times would you have me search for this insipid thing before the realm is left defenseless at its most dire hour?” “As many times as is required - you owe me a debt! I fulfilled my end of the bargain, I should expect the King of Asgard to fulfil his.”
“Silence!” The woman’s mouth clapped shut, lips tightening into a sour knot. “I will not be insulted this way. You have burdened my time long enough. Go now, whilst I still have my mercy.”
The witch did not leave immediately. Her line-ridden forehead wrinkled further with disdain. It was only when the two palace guards burst into sight at the end of the corridor that her hand was forced. Odin’s head was turned at the sound of their shouting. The witch saw yet another opportunity.
With her horrible fingernails, she pulled his ear down by its lobe and hissed into it. “This is not the last your family will see of me, King of Asgard. You shall pay for this injustice. Perhaps not today or tomorrow, but you will. I shall see to it personally.”
And just like that, she was once again nothing more than foul-smelling smoke.
Summary: The war between Asgard and Vanaheim had not plagued the realms for many years. However, when the crown princess of the latter is thrown into an Asgardian prison for a crime she did not commit, tensions arise once more. She is forced to think quickly in order to save her people and theirs from needless slaughter. The solution? An arranged marriage. To the Odinson of her choice.
A/N: Yoooo, so I’ve got a rough plan for the plot of this one; it’s a short-ish series. However, as for an ending? A.K.A. whether she ends up with Thor or Loki? That’s completely up in the air. I’ll let you guys decide nearer to the time, me thinks. In the meantime, enjoy!
‘Between a Rock’ (Part 1)
The sun beat down upon the polished stonework. Loki’s heels clicked upon them as he perused the marketplace – or rather, as he perused the people perusing the marketplace. So fascinating. They would flit like magpies to the nearest shiny object; squawks of sales and discounts calling out to them and beckoning.
Food; jewellery; clothing; even bejewelled daggers. To be honest, the stall with the bejewelled daggers had caught his eye more than once. He found himself being beckoned yet again as he walked, though distracted as had he become that he walked into someone.
Their person hit his shoulder hard, seemingly oblivious to his presence and consequently oblivious to the necessity for an apology. He turned for a moment to watch, aghast. He made note of the woman who hit him. The colour of her hair. The style of her dress. Her conduct. Her manner of walking. The shape of her shoulders… Shaking his head, Loki thought little of it for a second. Nobility, for sure. A higher status of those around her – except him, of course.
After a smug little smirk, Loki shrugged, turned away, and continued with his afternoon…
The sunny weather persisted for several hours as Loki completed his rounds. He reached the edge of the market walkway, picked an apple from a tree, and turned around. He leant back against the trunk of the tree, which was encircled by a small mosaic patio and shrubbery.
His teeth sunk into the crisp flesh of the apple, crunching pleasantly. As he did so, he noticed an even more pleasant event taking place. Chaos. The throes of commotion. Beautiful mischief at play. He took another bite of his apple and stepped closer towards it. The crowd parted, almost on cue, as he neared.
Familiar hair colour. Familiar dress. Familiar conduct. The woman from earlier that day was amidst it, in the arms of palace soldiers, oddly enough. “Unhand me,” she demanded. “How dare you grab me this w– Let goof me!” The market vendor was stood a few feet away, her arms folded and her expression dower. “I’m telling you, officers. I’m missing several necklaces from my stand that were there a minute ago.” “Interesting accusations. Did you actually see me pilfer them?” “I don’t need to. They’re in your bag.”
The soldiers shared a look and nodded at one another. Loki scoffed and chuckled. There was only a moment’s hesitation before the taller of the two men grabbed the strap of the bag on your shoulder. “Howdareyou! I am innocent, and you will find nothing in there. I swear you will suffer the consequences. That is my personal property. Unlawful apprehension of a-”
Sure enough, the guards lifted shimmering gold and silver. Diamonds. Pearls. All of it reflecting the expression of horror on your face. “Well, this is just ridiculous. I’ve been framed. A scapegoat. I-” “Save it,” muttered the guard gruffly. “You’re under arrest for theft.” “Are you joking?”
Loki raised an eyebrow. The way they began to drag her away, kicking and screaming, looked pretty serious to him. “There’s no way I did this! Please, someone must’ve seen something. I’m innocent! Innocent, I say. You will hear from my father.”
Loki chuckled at that. He took another, final, bite to the apple before tossing it aside. There was a certain young lad amongst the crowd who looked especially unnerved by all the proceedings, with whom he wanted a conversation…
Loki couldn’t quite say what drew him to the prison cell. Curiosity. Boredom. Amusement. All of the above. Either way, he descended the staircase with his hands clasped behind his back. He could hear you calling from your cell. “Hello? Can anybody hear me? Please, I just want to contact-” “Your father?” Loki answered as he rounded the corner and appeared in view.
“Ugh, finally,” you huffed, standing up straight and placing your hands in front of your abdomen. “What are you? The night guard or something?” Loki smiled and dipped his head. Well, let’s see, it’s still early evening and I’m also Loki, the son of Odin. So, to answer your question, no. I’m not the night guard.” “O-Oh,” you stammered. “The son of Odin. I see.”
“But that’s not what is important,” he continued. “I want to know who youare.” “I beg your pardon?” “Oh, please. ‘My father will hear about this’? How many people have used that line?” “I imagine a few, if you’re questioning me about it.”
Loki’s eyes narrowed. For the second time that day, he examined you. The colour and style of your hair. The style and material of your dress. Your conduct and countenance. The shape of your shoulders and even your collarbone… “Plenty of people use it. Something about you, however, tells me that there’s actually some substance behind it. That you do in fact have a father with whom you could call in a favour.”
Biting your lip, you turned away and began to pace. “Yes, I’ll admit… I wasn’t watching my tongue in that moment. It lacked sense. I shouldn’t have revealed my hand so easily.” “So what is it? A duke? A councilman? A wealthy merchant?”
“A king, actually,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Vanaheim. My father is the king of Vanaheim.”
Loki felt something stick in his throat. It was only small, but he felt a small bead of moisture above his brow. Vanaheim was once at war with Asgard, fierce rivals of the Aesir that lived in the latter realm. Despite having put their differences aside, their relationship had been… fragile. And Asgard had just thrown one of Vanaheim’s crown princesses behind bars.
“W-Why not declare yourself sooner? Request an emissary or an envoy?” “And make a grand deal of the whole thing? Be offered countless somethings for nothing just because of who I am and who my family is? Please. I came here to be a tourist. Not an ambassador for my people.” “Very well,” Loki said a little callously. “Then you can suffer a tourist’s punishment for theft.”
“That implies I have some sort of culpability,” you quipped, raising a well-manicured eyebrow. “However, I continue to insist that I am innocent. Why will nobody listen when I say this? I cannot explain how those items ended up in my possession, but I certainly did not put them there.”
Loki began to tap his chin thoughtfully. “IsupposeI could look into it…”
You frowned. “Oh,thank you, your royal highness.”
“I would not be so glib towards the man who might become responsible for your release.” You scoffed and turned your gaze upwards, folding your arms. Before either of you could submit another remark, the doors to the prisons burst open; Thor descended the staircase, two steps at a time. His cape billowed behind him. “Ofcourse we will look into this, your highness.” Loki rolled his eyes and immediately spun around, striding towards his brother with haste. “I don’t doubt that there is a reasonable explanati-” Loki grabbed his brother’s ear and hauled him back up the staircase.
Once the doors had slid shut, Thor voiced his understandable confusion. Loki scowled back at him. “I already know who did this, you buffoon. Let me handle it!” “Then bring the culprit in! She must be released immediately,” Thor said, gesturing wildly to the closing doors. Loki grabbed at his hair and tugged gently. Was this man ever infuriating… “The guards were informed of his identity before I even stepped foot in the room. And would you stop yelling?” “I will stop yelling if you tell me why you are tormenting her? Acting aloof and smart?” “Because our people were responsible for getting her thrown in that cage,” Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I play my cards correctly, then perhaps I can convince her that she owes me a debt for her release.”
It finally sunk in. Thor’s eyelids slid slowly shut. “…and you can use it to stop her family threatening Asgard.” “Exactly. The last thing we need right now is another war with Vanaheim. In the meantime, why don’t you see to it that the guards who started this are suitably dealt with?”
Thor bowed his head and ran a hand through his golden mane. “I am sorry for doubting you brother. I’ll see to that immediately.”
As he turned and left, another two guards appeared behind him. The shifty looking gentleman from the marketplace was between them, looking very solemn and sorry for himself. “Wait, wait, wait,” Loki said, holding out a hand. “Let me go in first.”
That night, Loki lay awake. He couldn’t help but think about what he’d achieved that day. War with Vanaheim had been narrowly avoided – because he’d been in the right place at the right time. Upon hearing your confession – “My father is king of Vanaheim” – he’d had to think quickly, think on his feet. If only somebody were here, he thought to himself, he’d tell them just how magnificent he was and get such a round of applause.
Be careful what you wish for, said the voice in his head, as the sound of his window sliding open filled the empty quiet of his bedroom.
Loki’s resting form stiffened noticeably. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the shadowy figure slip inside and close the window behind them. He screwed his eyes shut, controlled his breathing. He reached his hand under the mattress and clutched the hilt of his dagger. Just a few more seconds of feigning sleep…
“Your highness?” whispered the shadowy figure. “Your highness? It’s me. I’m afraid I need your help again.”
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
