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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      Loki/Reader, Fandral/Reader
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Kid_Loki_(Marvel)_-_Character, Thor_(Marvel), kid_Thor_-
      Character, You, Reader, Sif_(Marvel), Volstagg_(Marvel), Hogun_(Marvel),
      Fandral_(Marvel), Odin_(Marvel), Frigga_(Marvel), Heimdall_(Marvel)
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      Reader_fic_-_Freeform, Reader_Insert, kid!loki, kid!Thor, kid!Reader,
      Friendship, First_Meeting, Hide_and_Seek, garden, Friends_to_Lovers,
      Picnics, Sex, Oral_Sex, Making_Out, First_Kiss, Kissing, Best_Friends,
      Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Manipulation, Betrayal, Treason,
      Suicidal_Thoughts, Partial_Mind_Control, The_Tesseract_(Marvel), pact,
      War, Jealousy, Moving_On, Lies, working_together
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      Published: 2014-05-11 Updated: 2015-03-22 Chapters: 5/8 Words: 37564
****** Lifetime (Loki x Reader) ******
by eroticincubi
Summary
     Can friendship and love truly survive after a Lifetime of pain,
     suffering and lies?
***** Like A Child *****
Chapter Notes
     This is the start of a seven chapter series set in my Masquerade
     universe. If you haven't read Masquerade yet, just click on the link
     and you'll be transported there. :)
     The series is about how you've met, befriended and love/struggle
     through your friendship/relationship with the God of Lies over the
     centuries. By the way as in regards of age for this chapter, Thor is
     most likely 12 or 13. You, Kari, Marga and Loki are about 11 or 12.
     I don't own you, Loki, and Thor... just Kari, Marga and Viggo, as
     well as my spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading!
      
     Number Bullets
      
     [1] Can_I_Have_This_Kiss_Forever - Enrique Iglesias & Whitney Houston
     [2] Like_a_Child - BSB
     [3] The BUSH you're hiding behind.
Lifetime
“Could I hold you for a lifetime? Could I look into your eyes? Could I have
this night, to share this night together? Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time? Could I, could I have this kiss forever…” [1]
~*~
Chapter 1: Like a Child[2]
“__________!” your friend Kari called out your name as you slowed to a stop,
“Wait for us!”
While trying to catch your breath from running ahead of your two friends, you
look back to see Kari and Marga, your other friend, finally reaching you,
“We’ve got to hurry! The gardens will be empty soon and then we can climb up
Yggdrasil then pick at the blossoms we’ll use in our braids! Come on!” you grin
and take both of their hands with yours.
You were practically dragging them toward the lush greenery where the great
tree of Life stood proudly in the center of the immense garden. The three of
you hide behind a large horizontal shrub; it was customary for the Queen to
have a morning walk with her two sons, Prince Thor and Prince Loki. It had seem
however that this morning in particular the Princes decided to stay a little
longer in the garden, their mother was nowhere to be seen.
“Hey __________, maybe we should come back later,” you hear Marga say to your
right and you look over to see she was staring intently at Prince Thor who was
brandishing a wooden sword and showing off to his younger brother who watched
him a little bored but was still watching him nonetheless.
Kari giggled in her hands to your left and you rolled your eyes, “He’s so cute
isn’t he?” Marga nodded in accord with Kari and giggled along with her.
“Will you two be quiet?” you shush at them, “They might hear—“
“Ah! The future women of Asgard!” called Prince Thor from where he stood and
waves his arms over at you and your friends.
You turn around looking to see if there was another group of “future women of
Asgard” to whom the Prince was referring to because you were certain that he
did not mean your group. Kari and Marga only giggled harder, one redder than
the other. He then approaches you while wearing what he probably thought was a
charming smile; there was also a strut in his step.
Giving him a proper nod and a curtsy, you greeted him politely, “Good morrow
Prince Thor,”
He takes your hand and kisses it, “Good morrow my lady,”
Kari and Marga both swooned, you roll your eyes at them and felt your face heat
up at Thor kissing your hand as though you were some noble lady of the court,
“What brings you by this early in the morrow?” he asked while looking over at
your friends giving each of them a smile and a wink. Both Kari and Marga had
step back to watch you engage yourself with the blond Prince.
“My name is __________, my Prince and I do apologize for intruding upon you and
Prince Loki, but my friends and I have come to the garden to pick some flowers.
However we do not wish to interfere with your bonding time so we will be on our
way back.” Just as you turn to leave, you feel Thor’s hand wrap around your
wrist.
“Please don’t leave on our account,” he said, a new shine in his blue eyes,
“Loki and I were getting rather bored only having each other for company, so it
was excellent timing that you lovely ladies came by when you did.”
Now walking past you, Thor then wraps one arm around each of your friends’
shoulders and began to walk his way back to the garden with them in tow, both
girls blushing and giggling like morons. You seriously needed some new friends…

“Since there are five of us why not play a game of Hide and Seek? Loki you’re
it!” Thor pointed at his brother who was still sitting on the grass during his
brother’s exchange with you and your friends.
Loki gawked at him, “Why am I always it?”
“Because I say so, now cover your eyes and count to 20 then come and look for
us, take your time though! Yggdrasil will be the safety zone! Ladies,” he now
turns his attention to Kari and Marga, smiling again, “Shall we hide together?”
“We can,” said Marga with a grin, Kari agreed with a nod and another giggle.
You suddenly felt sick to your stomach at the exchange, “I just wanted to pick
flowers,” you whisper with exasperation.
“You still can,” you hear Loki addressing you, you turn and see him giving you
a genuine smile, “I’m sure my brother has plenty of entertainment now that he’s
gone off with your friends.”
“Some friends…” you snort then realize that not only were Thor, Marga and Kari
gone from your sights but that you were also alone with Loki. The idea of being
alone with not only a boy but that said boy was also the youngest Prince in the
Kingdom; it causes you to blush profusely.
Loki must have notice the color change in your cheeks for you felt a gentle
press of the backs of his fingers against your face, “Are you alright?”
You feel the small hairs on the back of your neck rise as you turn to stare at
him with wide eyes, not quite finding your voice yet; you choose to nod at him
instead before you turn to look away again.
You hear Loki chuckle just as he brushes past you, “Come on,” he said with a
gesturing tilt of his head and a mischievous smirk on his lips, “let’s play.”
~*~
You were hiding behind a large bush[3] while waiting and listening for Loki to
come and find you until he did, “Found you!” he grinned, his eyes shine with
absolute delight at discovering your hiding place and just as he was trying to
reach out to touch you, you take off running for Yggdrasil.
You could hear Loki shout and follow you in hot pursuit until you hear him
grunt follow by the sound of a body falling to the ground, the sound alone
causes you to stop.
Looking over your shoulder you see that Loki had fallen over and you run back
to him only to find that he sat perfectly still, his face shielded from your
view.
“Loki?” you asked concerned while kneeling down before him, you place your hand
on his shoulder and give it a small squeeze.
Looking up at you, you could see those brilliant sea colored eyes brimming with
tears too stubborn to fall, “Hey,” you say gently and you see him bite his lip,
his one hand covering over his knee while the other he uses to push you away,
“Don’t touch it,” he hisses and rolls back the tunic covering his leg to reveal
the scrape; small speckles of blood bloomed over the top of the skin.
Looking down at the injury, you bring up a hand and with a smooth sweeping-like
motion, your hand glows under your palm to heal the scrape. With the wound now
healed you smile at it then your eyes shifted back up to see Loki was staring
dumbfounded at you.
“You can do magic?” he asked astonished, you simply shake your head.
“No, my mother works in the kitchen so she sees a lot of burns and cuts while
she works. She taught me this spell when I was five. I fell down a lot back
then.” You smile and look back down at his still exposed leg, “Does it still
hurt? It shouldn’t.”
Looking down, the young dark haired Prince blushes and hastily covers his leg
once again, “So you’re just the daughter of a servant woman? Going to follow
your mother’s footsteps into the kitchen are you?”
The manner of how he spoke to you wasn’t really nice but you chose to ignore
that, not really thinking nothing of it, “My father and my elder brother are
warriors, they are both brave and strong and loyal to the kingdom. Viggo, my
brother, said that he was going to teach me how to ride a horse when he comes
back! I’m very excited, I love horses.” You grin but Loki continued to look at
you skeptically, he really wasn’t a normal boy you decided, he was much too
serious.
“My father also tells me stories about the battles he fought in; my mother
hates them. She says a lady shouldn’t have to know about wars and fighting. She
thinks that hard working women should learn how to take care of the house and
prepare meals and learn how to sew dresses and stuff,” you shake your head, the
idea of being cooped up in the house all day made you ill, you wanted adventure
and excitement, “One day I want to be a warrior just like my father and my
brother. I’d also want to travel and see the different worlds as well!”
“Don’t be stupid, there are no such thing as women warriors, everyone knows
that.”
And just like that it all came crashing down; you stare at him in disbelief.
His words were hurtful and spiteful and you stand up about to take your leave
from him but before you did you look back down at him and you could see how
pitiful he looked. The Prince seemed so small and helpless and over what? A
little scraped knee? A bruised ego? How silly.
A smile lifts your face and you speak to him in a soft gentle voice, “You can
hold my hand if you want. That way I can catch you if you fall again!” You then
hold out your hand for him to take.
He looks up at you with hesitation, looking from you to your hand until finally
he takes your hand with his and you help him up to his feet.
“See?” you say with that same smile on your face, “There’s nothing to it!”
Holding tightly to his hand you then turn and start to walk, not having noticed
how deep the pink on his pale cheeks have become once more.
 “Hey __________?” he spoke gently now, there was no sarcasm in it this time.
“Yes Prince Loki?” you turn to look at him and then you see the small smile on
his lips and the blush on his cheeks.
“Thank you.”
You beam and grip his hand even more. Silence fell between the two of you as
you both continue walking deeper into the garden; that is until Loki breaks the
silence between you, “I guess this means I got you,”
“Yes, I suppose you did.”
You now feel your fingers lace with his.
…
***** There She Goes *****
Chapter Summary
     Can friendship and love truly survive after a Lifetime of pain,
     suffering and lies?
Chapter Notes
     I've worked REALLY hard on this chapter and I have to say I am very
     proud of it. I only hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as I
     enjoyed writing it. By the way, you and Loki are about 15-17 years
     old at this point.
     *WARNING*: At the end of this chapter there are depictions of HEAVY
     sexual and consensual themes between two UNDER AGED teenagers. You
     have been forewarned.
     I don't own you or Loki. Only Viggo and the spelling/grammar errors.
     Number Bullets (There are so many!)
     [1] Can_I_Have_This_Kiss_Forever - Enrique Iglesias & Whitney Houston
     [2] There_She_Goes - Sixpence None The Richer
     [3] "Hrani" is old Norse for "Brutal/Rough". But Hrani is a
     sweetheart though.
     [4] Hrani is a male gray speckled percheron.
     [5] Touch_the_Sky - Julie Fowlis (Brave Soundtrack) I had this song
     on a loop and that scene with Merida riding on Angus was a BIG help
     too.
     [6] Loki's horse is a male friesian. I also couldn't decide on what
     to name Loki's horse because I was caught between two names:
     Skjønnhet which means "Beauty" like "Black Beauty" but just dropping
     black. Or Svaðilfari who actually fathered Sleipnir and we see in
     "Thor". Yes I am well aware of the myth of how Sleipnir was born but
     just not for this fic/storyline/series. kkthnx.
     [7] The Lake
     [8] May_I_Feel?_Said_He. And just why did I choose this particular
     poem you ask? My answer is why not choose this particular poem?!
     [9] Your Dress
Lifetime
“Could I hold you for a lifetime? Could I look into your eyes? Could I have
this night, to share this night together? Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time? Could I, could I have this kiss forever…” [1]
~*~
Chapter 2: There She Goes[2]

You feel the cool wind in your hair and face as you galloped off on Hrani[3],
your brother’s valiant horse[4]; the exhilarating and breathless emotion that
swells in your body makes you feel giddy and triumphant.
The sensation was as though you were a bird in flight, that at any moment you
would catch the wind you were chasing after. Your eyes now drift shut, arms
outstretching as if to embrace the fury of exploding emotion you now begin feel
that makes your heart beat like the powerful percussion it is.[5] You hold
tightly onto Hrani’s body between your legs while trying not to sway and fall
off the beast; a grin you didn’t know you were wearing had grown on your face.
Opening your eyes you could now see the lush fauna and flora around you, this
was just too perfect. Grabbing hold of Hrani’s reigns you tug and pull him to a
stop, he obeyed almost immediately with snuffling grunt and stops; kicking at
the grass and dirt under his hooves.
“You’re such a good boy Hrani, so amazing. I promise you, when we get back home
I will give you an extra bag of oats and two apples.” You grin and hug at the
thick neck, to which Hrani neighs and nods his large head; you laugh.
“__________!” you hear your name being called at from a distance, “__________!
Come back!”
Taking hold of the reigns from around the sides of your steed’s mouth again,
you turn its large head which coaxes the powerful body to turn as you now face
the approaching dark figure complete with matching steed[6].
Waving over at your oncoming companion the smile you were wearing fades away
the moment you see the expression that Loki was greeting you with.
“I told you to wait for me!” the young Prince seemed upset and you feel a swell
of embarrassment settling on your chest as you now averted your eyes from his
annoyed features.
“My deepest apologies Loki, I didn’t mean to run ahead of you but I couldn’t
help myself!” And you couldn’t, for Viggo may have taught you how to ride like
a lady but Loki was the one who taught you how to ride like a man.
It was what got you so ecstatic and carefree when you bounded off on the horse.
You felt more secure and more at ease than you would have been had you been
sitting on the beast like a proper lady should. Then again you’ve never been
proper.
His hand gently cups your chin and he slowly lifts your face so that your eyes
could meet his; he was no longer angry, “I just worry about you,” he meant it
sincerely, “I would be in trouble for endless reasons had I lost you.”
You couldn’t help but feel a little pleased by his words but then again, why
would Loki look twice at you when he has so many young ladies of the court
after him? Loki had grown into a handsome and mysterious young man. The total
opposite of his older brother; where Thor was bright and inviting like the day,
Loki was just as dark and alluring as the night.
And you’ve always prefer the night.
“Come,” he said, now steering his animal toward a part of the deep green
forest, “let us find our favorite tree.”
You smile and nod while maneuvering Hrani to a gentle trot alongside Loki and
his own horse. The two of you begin to talk about some of the books he brought
and the food you manage to gather from the kitchens. They included the spiced
meats that Loki enjoyed as well as the sweet cream custard he preferred for
dessert. You had made doubly sure that you packed those in your knapsack along
with the sweet red wine, bread, cheese, grapes and apples.
Upon reaching your destination you both dismounted your horses and freed them
from both the burdens of their saddles as well as their reigns before you both
allow the horses to graze and gallop at their leisure.
You retrieve the blanket you packed along with the lunch and lay it on the
grass before the tree you wanted to lean against. After you settled yourself in
you take in the gorgeous view of the lake before you.[7] This was one of your
favorite spots to be alone with him.
Loki brings his own bag over to you and the tree as he first knelt then scoots
up to part your legs so that he could be cradled between your legs and to use
you for his personal pillow. Not that you minded or anything, it was all the
better for you to run your fingers through his hair while he read to you.
He was resting the back of his head against your stomach, then opens up what
appears to be a book of poems. Hearing Loki reading from just about any book
was one of your most favorite ways of spending time with him; he turns a few
pages while resting the bottom half of the book against his own chest until he
found something he probably thought would interest you.
The moment he began to read the poem[8] in that gentle and soothing tone of
his, it sends little pleasurable chills up your spine; you lightly scratch at
his scalp with your nails.
Closing your eyes for only a moment you now begin to relax. The sounds of
Loki’s voice as well as the gentle white noise of the forest around you allowed
you to drift into a contented state of rest; you’ve never felt so happy in your
life and somewhere deep in the crevices of your mind, you had hoped that the
two of you would always be content like this.
Who knows for how long you have been asleep but as far as senses were of
concern, you feel a gentle press upon your lips in sleep for when you open your
eyes once more you find that Loki’s eyes were closed as well and that his lips
were covering over yours, giving you one of the most innocent of kisses.
Thinking that you were still in a state of dreaming, (for kissing Loki had been
one of your most favorite dreams) you did nothing but lay there between the
grass and the tree until you most definitely felt his hand sneaking up to cup
at your breast over your dress[9]… that was new. You hear his breath shaking a
little between your lips while that hand on your breast started to try and work
its way past the collar of your dress and completely touch the soft mound. This
causes your eyes to fly open and now you knew that this wasn’t a dream after
all. It was real.
Snapping out of it you sit straight up, pushing him off and you stare at him
with alarm. Loki for his part was on his hands and knees before your body; his
cheeks were flushed and his lips were slightly swollen, pink and wet from use.
Your eyes widened as you felt your own embarrassment rising up before you
struck at his face.

“Idiot!” you shriek and slap him across the face, his pale cheek bloom into a
hot pink.
“Whoa!” was all he said and then shields himself with his arms from your wrath.

“NEVER. AGAIN.” You began and continue to smack at him, “NOT. WITHOUT. MY.
PERMISSION!” you say between each swat on his arm, chest and shoulders, your
face a deep pink at this point.
“Well can I do it again?”
“No you may not!” you huff; pausing from your swats to glare at him. Your
cheeks still pink with embarrassment and your body trembled with constrained
anger.
“Oh come on __________! Surely that was not your first kiss was it?” he asked
and you averted your eyes while hugging your arms and turning away from him.

“That’s not the point!”
“__________?” he playfully drags out your name and he sits up leaning slightly
against you, “Was I your first kiss?”

“Shut up will you?” you look at him long enough to shove him over harder this
time, he crows with laughter as he falls back and lands half on the blanket and
half on the grass.
“I don’t believe it! I am aren’t I?” he laughs and rests his arms behind the
back of his head as he watches you with shining gleeful eyes.
“I told you to shut up!” you glare and tackle him, Loki continues to laugh at
your antics and even holds your wrists away with his own hands to keep yours
from clawing at him.
“You know, you’re beautiful when you’re angry,” he says, his sea colored eyes
still shinning with mirth.
Although you knew that he said it only to get a rise out of you it was still
rather shocking for you to hear it, “You’re off your head,” you grunt while
still trying to get your hands on him.
You didn’t notice that you had been straddling his hips until you feel the
leather of his trousers slide against the insides of your bare thighs. You
immediately stop trying to strangle him, climb off him and you sit cross legged
next to his body instead. Your arms rest behind you to support your weight and
you were looking away from him as to hide the blush still lingering upon your
face.

“_________?” Loki asks breathily while voicing his concern over to your
reaction.
“Hmph! I refuse to talk to you.” You huff again still not looking at him.
“__________?” he asked quietly and you feel his finger now gently circling the
exposed skin of the back of your hand, “May I kiss you again?” he asked in a
sweet soft voice which causes you to look at him now.
He was giving you those damn doe eyes… yet how can you resist him?
“… I suppose you may.” You murmur in reply and watch as a grin spreads across
his face.
Sitting up now, Loki’s body was facing you so that his left arm was almost
touching your left. Placing his hands carefully on your cheeks, he leans in to
kiss you full on your lips again. On your part, your eyes drifted shut and you
feel your lips pressing back returning the kiss with equal curiosity.
Kissing was a little weird you had to admit but at the same time, it was also
very nice. His hands now drop slowly from your cheeks to rest on your shoulders
where they begin to slide easily down your arms and just when you thought he
was going to grab your breasts again he actually scoops you into his arms and
semi cradles you over his lap. His kisses were now more eager and you feel the
soft point of his tongue press against your lips and teeth as though silently
asking for permission to enter your mouth.
Instinctively you part your lips to receive it and you giggled feeling him
snake his tongue into your mouth. He pulled back with an annoyed expression.
“What’s so funny?”

“It feels a little weird,” you snicker and he narrows his eyes at you, “I’m
sorry but it does! Are you sure that I’m not your first kiss either?” you tease
him, which only serves to flare his anger a little.
“I’ve kissed plenty more girls before you!”

“It does not feel like it, are you sure they even like your technique?”

“How would you know what technique is like? I’m your first kiss after all!”
“Well I enjoyed it a lot more before you shoved your tongue down my throat.”
“Why you--!” this time he pounces on you to tickle your sides and under your
arms and under your jaw.

You squirm and laugh even as far as feeling tears prickle behind your eyes,
“Loki!” you wheeze through your laughter, “Stop! Don’t!” your legs kick
slightly and he stops his hands now around your wrists and was pressing you
against the ground.
You open your eyes to find him staring at you, a smile on his face as you catch
your breath and look back at him; he closes the gap between you by kissing you
again. Your hands reach up this time and tuck under his arms to hold onto his
back while you started to feel one of his hands trailing down your leg to sneak
under your skirts. The cool fabric of your dress slips up exposing them and you
grab at his wrist to stop him, Loki then looks at you with questionable eyes.
“Loki I’m not ready for more than just kissing. I really do like kissing you
but I don’t—“ you pause and bite your lips and avoid his disappointed eyes.
“__________?” he asks gently and strokes the side of your face with the backs
of his fingers, “I will not force you into anything that you do not want, we
can wait.”
There were so many conflicting emotions beating in your heart and racing
through your mind. Was this really happening? Did Loki really want to share
that part of him with you? For the rest of your outing there were more little
kisses before and even after lunch. And even on the way back to the palace
you’ve stolen more kisses until you were both in plain sight coming toward the
large golden doors of Asgard.
This would only be the beginning of many more encounters.
~*~
Time passes on and there were more kissing sessions as well as touching and
even tasting. The first time he had kissed and sucked on your breasts, you
thought it was the most erotic feeling ever, it made you blush at the most
inappropriate times and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.
And then the first time he both touches then tastes you between your legs, you
swore you could see the wonders of the universe behind your closed eyes.
Currently, you were in his room both of you were naked on the thick furs of his
bed. You were lying beneath him and his body was welcomed between your legs
comfortably. You were kissing him at this time while enjoying the feel of his
skin against yours. It all felt surreal like in a dream and that at any moment
you were going to wake up and find yourself in your room and that Loki wasn’t
actually doing this with you.
You were trembling under him and panting softly, your heart was beating wildly
and you can feel your sex moisten, ready for more. Loki must have noticed for
he had stopped kissing you to simply gaze at you before addressing the thoughts
racing through his mind.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks softly while looking into your eyes.
You felt your cheeks redden; you were so nervous that you couldn’t speak, so
you nod and bite your lip. He must have noticed your nervousness when you see
something glaze over his gorgeous sea colored eyes when he saw your bite.
“Are you frightened?”

Never wanting to lie to him you close your eyes and nod again. Opening your
eyes once more you see a small friendly smile on his lips, “Don’t be,” he spoke
kindly then leans in to kiss your lips again, “See? There is no need to be
afraid.”
Loki continues the slow sweet kisses, now travelling over to your chin then
down your neck, over your collarbone and finally down to your breasts.

Closing your eyes again at the feeling, you shudder and begin to relax against
the sweet soft kisses peppering your body. You feel Loki run his palms down the
sides of your body perhaps hoping that this action would further relax you and
calm your nerves. It did a little bit.
When he rose back up to trail kisses and gentle bites over your breasts you
wrap your arms around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in the dark locks of
his hair. You feel his hands reaching under your hips to spread your legs apart
while he rubs himself against the inside of your thighs.
You release a tiny whimper before feeling his lips return on yours once more
and you kiss him back. Loki aligns himself at your center then pushes his hips
in slowly, the head of his cock now breaks through the barrier of your
virginity stopping to allow you to adjust to the foreign object as well as his
size. You cry out as a mix of pain and pleasure rip through you; your inner
muscles quiver and squeeze around the hot heavy appendage.
You hear him groan above you and just as you felt him about to plow in further
you stop him with both of her hands on his shoulders, “Wait!” you sob and take
in a shaky breath and breathe it out slowly.   
Leaning over you without moving him hips, you feel his kisses on your cheeks as
well as his tongue licking up the tears you were in too much shock to feel
spilling from your eyes, “I’m sorry,” he murmurs between each kiss, “I’m sorry
this hurts you.”
“Only a little bit,” you manage and kiss his lips again, “keep going,”
Loki didn’t need to be told twice and pushes himself into you until he was
fully sheathed inside your quim. You cry out again as the rest of your
virginity releases and you feel a small pop from the inside.
“Was that--?” Loki asks breathlessly and looks into your eyes again he sees you
nod silently and his eyes widen.
“Yes I believe so,” you bring his mouth close to yours this time, “just kiss me
it helps to alleviate the pain.”
“By the Nine,” he swore softly, his hips begin to thrust with more demand, “you
feel amazing,” and he kisses you once more.
Soon enough he was breathing heavily over you and he held your hands above your
head, your fingers laced together and he was staring deeply into your eyes with
those ocean colored eyes. He then kisses your lips once more before he buried
his face into the side of your neck to kiss and nibble on your pulse.
 “Fuck __________,” he grunts against your neck, “I’m about to burst…”

You gasp and gently bite at his shoulder, “Not… inside…” you pant between the
words.
“Where?” he growls, his hips bucking into and out of yours.
“My chest.” You whisper huskily and your eyes roll shut again.

Loki groans then withdraws from your hot wet heat and kneels up to tower over
you. One hand wrapped around his cock and it only took him two strokes before
spilling his seed over your breasts, some of it splashed and hits you below
your neck and chin.
Looking down at yourself you curiously run your fingers over the small puddles
of opaque white fluid and spread it between your fingers. The fluid itself was
a rather odd texture; it was a semi thick liquid and when it dries your fingers
felt sticky. 
A moment of silence falls between the two of you until you broke it, “I do
believe you’ve ruined me for all other men,” he chuckles, his cheeks slightly
pink, “or you’ve ruined all other men for me,” he laughs a bit more freely now,
“either way I’m ruined now.”
“Quiet you,” he snickers and cleans you off magically with a swipe of his hand.
You blink at your now clean but still naked body.
“That’s a clever trick,” you mention and smile what you hope was an innocent
one.
“It keeps the servants from asking inappropriate questions,” he grins, pulling
you into his arms and kissing you once more, “Are you happy?”
“You mean right now or usually?”               
“You know what I mean…”
You grin and nip at his bottom lip, “Yes, I am very happy.”
“Good, that is all that matters to me.”
You’ve never felt that much closer to him than you did since the first time
you’ve met.
…
***** Illegal *****
Chapter Notes
     Dead. Dead. So effing DEAD. So dead it hurts. So this chapter is LONG
     overdue mostly because I had to watch Thor (the first movie) about a
     good 10 times to make sure I got all the dialogue correct and figure
     out a good way to worm Reader into it.
     I don't own you, or Loki, or any other known characters that belong
     to Marv/Disney... I just own Viggo, as well as my spelling/grammar
     mistakes. Thanks for reading!
      

     Number_Bullets
      
     [1] Can_I_Have_This_Kiss_Forever- Enrique Iglesias & Whitney Houston
     [2] Illegal - Shakira
     [3] I would like to thank thedurrrrian over at deviantart for giving
     me permission to use his warrior costume design here as a reference.
     This is almost exactly how I imagined Reader's warrior garb. The
     first design to the left would be the standard way she wears her
     armor, the middle design she wears for special occasions/
     presentations/formality and the last design to the right would be her
     travelling armor, just how the group traveled to Jotunheim.
     [4] Where's Gandalf when you need him?
     [5] Again I will stress that I do know of the origins pertaining to
     how Sleipnir was born, just not in this story okay? Thanks. :)
     [6] Your normal clothes
     [7] Your hair style after you play with it.
     [8] Your distracting dress.
Lifetime
“Could I hold you for a lifetime? Could I look into your eyes? Could I have
this night, to share this night together? Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time? Could I, could I have this kiss forever…” [1]
~*~
Chapter 3: Illegal[2]
“Oh please!” you hear Lady Sif whisper to your right as you both watch Thor
walking down the long stretch of roaring people during the opening ceremony.
“What did you expect? Thor was always one for theatrics, just look at him
strut.” you smirked just as the other woman warrior turns to look at you and
you both shared a suppressed giggle behind your hands. 
It was a time of joyous merriment! One where Prince Thor’s birthright was to be
announced as well as given the sacred promise to look after all the realms once
he was crowned King.
Turning your face up to your left, Loki was standing next to you, though he
didn’t look happy at all, in fact he looked quite grim. You feel your brows
furrow and he now met your eyes, “What’s wrong?” you mouthed to him silently,
he only shook his head gently then turns his face away from you.
At that point something felt off, Loki wasn’t usually this somber there was
something weighing on his mind and you knew that it did, something in your gut
was telling you this was true. However, you once again return your attention
back to the ceremony at play; Thor was now down on one knee before the King,
his mighty hammer Mjolnir resting before his bended knee as though he cradled
it gently.
King Odin began his speech after delivering a swift bang of his staff to
silence the buzz of excited voices that filled the throne room. You stood in
your place proudly, hands resting at ease by your sides; your sword in its
scabbard pressing against your right angel bone, ready when needed be.[3]
“Do you swear to guard the Nine Realms?”
“I swear.”
“Do you swear to preserve the peace?”
“I swear.”
Do you swear,” King Odin chose his words carefully though deliberately, “to
cast aside all selfish ambition and to pledge yourself only to the good of the
Realms?”
“I swear!”
You gently snort at that to which you quickly cover it by bringing a closed
fist up to your mouth and cough to cover it up.
“Apologies…” you mutter and feel your cheeks heat instantly.
You then feel the back of a hand gently tap at your left hand. You couldn’t
help but feel the growing smirk that now lifts your lips and flexes into a smug
smile.
“Then on this day, I, Odin Allfather, proclaim you--” The Allfather pauses as
though he had lost his train of thought. His one good eye scanned the facility
of the room or so you thought he did until you hear him say the words, “The
Frost Giants.”
Immediately you reach behind your right side, gripping the hilt of your sword
to unsheathe it while you look around the room; your senses on high alert. You
weren’t the only one that jumped into attack mode as the other warriors as well
as the guards around you brandished his and her own weapon of choice.
King Odin banged his staff once more before calling upon both of his sons to
his side. They quickly and silently obeyed as the three royal men hurriedly
walk down the long stretch and out of the throne room.
What in the name of the Nine just happened? That’s what you wanted to know.
~*~
Later, after word had gone around the palace that the Frost Giants had been
subdued by the Destroyer, you along with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three begin
to walk into the private banquet hall until you hear a ferocious growl
alongside a spectacular sounding crash. While walking into the golden hall, you
are greeted with a view of the largest banquet table completely turned over as
though someone deliberately tossed it while its contents continue to carelessly
spill all over the floor.
“What’s this?” you hear Volstagg ask with a disdained expression upon seeing
some of the excellent spread strewn across the floor in shambles.
“I didn’t become a warrior so then I could be someone else’s Wet Nurse,” you
say pointedly though skeptically as you gesture to the mess with a finger.
Lady Sif gently smacks you on the shoulder with the back of her hand for your
comment, “What? I didn’t!” you say defensively while taking a red apple from
one of the other tables and bite into it.
You then hear both Princes speaking secretly to one another until Thor gave his
brother a significant look followed by a lopsided grin.
“No, no, no. I know that look!” you turn to see Loki sitting stiffly on the
stairs while a new shine brightens the cool blues of Thor’s eyes. Oh… this
wasn’t going to end well…
“That’s the only way to ensure the safety of our boarders.”

“Thor it’s madness.”

“Madness?” Volstagg queried after helping himself to some bread, cheese and
grapes on a wooden slab, “What sort of madness?”

“Volstagg don’t engage…” you say with a sigh of annoyance while taking another
bite of apple and reaching for some of the cheese the larger man had prepared.
“We’re going to Jotunheim.”
“What?” Volstagg questions with a laugh.
You and the other warriors freeze to stare at Thor incredulously, it was as
though he had grown a second head, “I agree with Loki,” you swallow the bite
apple in your mouth, “it is madness!”

“This isn’t like a journey to Earth,” Fandral began and proceeded to slowly
walk toward the elder Prince, “where you can summon a little lightning and
thunder where the mortals worship you as a god. This is Jotunheim.”
“My father fought his way into Jotunheim, defeated their armies and took their
Casket. We would simply be looking for answers.” Thor said it so simply and it
was as though he had it all plan out perfectly in his head.
This wasn’t a treaty where one could talk civilly with these creatures, this
was a suicide mission.
“And how many lives were lost along the way?” you asked and you look around at
your small group then gesture to them with your arms spread out, “We are but
seven!”
“It is forbidden!” agreed Lady Sif, Thor merely chuckled dismissively at both
your words and hers.
“My friends, have you forgotten all that we’ve done together?” Thor was
grinning brilliantly and approaches you all with open arms, “Fandral, Hogun,
who led you into the most glorious of battles?”
“You did…” Hogun mumbled then looks away slightly, Thor walks on.
“Volstagg! To delicacies so succulent, you thought you’d died and gone to
Valhalla?” the blond Prince asks to the hungriest of the warriors while placing
his hand on the other man’s shoulder the way brother’s in arms usually did.
“You did,” he grins and chuckles along with Thor.
“Yes!” Thor shouts jubilantly and he moves over to both you and Lady Sif, “And
who proved wrong all those who scoffed at the idea that not one but two,
incandescently capable young maidens could become two of the fiercest warriors
this realm has ever known?”

Both you and Sif exchange skeptical looks until you answer with one hand on
your hip, your other hand, which now held the half eaten apple, you use to
gesture between you and Lady Sif, “I believe we both did,” you say, just as Sif
wears a smirk which it grew into a smug looking smile, her arms folds across
her chest and you could both see the look of perplexity on Thor’s face. 
“True, but I supported the pair of you.” Though it was true that he did it
still didn’t make what he was planning to do any more appropriate or wise.
Turning around you look at Loki who had been silent throughout the entire
exchange between you, Thor and the other warriors.
“Say something!” you mouth slowly at Loki while Thor had his back turned from
you all.
“What do I say?” Loki mouthed back while having a conflicted look of panic in
his eyes.
“Anything to make him stop!” you mouth back and shake your head to imply that
Loki should do whatever it took to convince Thor not to go through with this
driving plan of his.
“My friends, we are going to Jotunheim.”
It was decided.
~*~
You knew your brother wouldn’t mind you borrowing his horse for a while at
least but had he known what you were about to become deeply involved in, he
would have skinned your hide after tanning it.
“It will be alright Hrani,” you murmur to the gallant beast and you pet at his
mane after mounting his back, “I will have you home in no time at all,” you
promise then click your tongue and gently tap at his hind quarters for him to
move with your heels.
Soon the seven of you were galloping off on your horses along the Bifrost until
at last you’ve manage to reach the gate where Heimdall, the Guardian of the
Gate stood silently and proudly, his sword key before him. Oh thank the Nine!
In your panic you had forgotten about the Keeper of the Gate, surely he would
prevent you all from passing toward your deaths.
Dismounting your horses quietly, you gently pat then rub Hrani on the jaw
giving him a silent farewell, he nickered in reply. It would be seconds until
this so called “treaty” would come to a stop then you can all return to the
palace to eat and drink in recompense.
That is of course until you all stand before the Keeper of the Gate.
“Leave this to me,” Loki smirks and walks before Heimdall, “Good Heimdall—“
Loki began politely until the Keeper of the Gate interrupted him.
“You’re not dressed warmly enough.”
“I’m sorry?” Loki asked innocently.
“Do you think that you can deceive me?”

Loki chuckles in that charming way, “You must be mistaken—“

“Enough!” now it was Thor’s turn to interrupt his brother and he steps over to
stand between him and the Keeper of the Gate, “Heimdall may we pass?”
You felt adrenaline pulsate in your chest and spread down your arms and tights,
igniting every nerve in your body. This was not happening; Heimdall CANNOT
allow you all to pass[4].

“Never has an enemy slipped my watch until this day.” Heimdall spoke in that
rich tenor growl, his eyes shifted from one Prince to the other, “I wish to
know how that happened.”
“Then tell no one where we have gone until we’ve returned. Understand?”
He then moves past him which then gives you and the other warriors incentive to
follow the future King of Asgard. However, both you and Loki continue to stand
in your places until you hear Volstagg say snidely, “What happened? Silver
tongue turn to lead?”
You hear Hogun and Fandral laugh along with Volstagg at the remark. You purse
your lips with annoyance then walk up next to Loki.
You reach over and held onto his hand with yours, he turns to look into your
eyes, “This will not end well you know this and yet you continue to say
nothing.” you release his hand and as your own feet carry you into the large
bronze spherical room you were shaking your head with disappointment until at
last you met up with the rest of the awaiting group of warriors.   
Heimdall walks up to the platform and lowers his sword key into the slot to
activate the Bifrost. The machine whirled to life and you felt as if as though
someone punches you in the gut. This cannot be happening! This must have been
some horrible dream too traumatizing for you to wake up from.
“Be warned, I will honor my sworn oath to protect this realm as its Gatekeeper.
If your return threatens the safety of Asgard, Bifrost will remain closed to
you and you’ll be left to die in the cold waste of Jotunheim.” Heimdall spoke
loudly and clearly over the roar of the opening gate, there would be no going
back once the portal to the ice world was open and you all step through.

“Couldn’t you just leave the bridge open for us?” Volstagg asked hoping against
all hope that Heimdall was simply speaking dramatically.

You face palm at that question and groan.
“To leave the bridge open would unleash the full power of the Bifrost and
destroy Jotunheim with you upon it.”

“I have no plans to die today!” you could hear the grin on Thor’s face and for
once in your life you never had the desire to pummel him into the ground so
vigorously until just then.

“Then what are we doing here?” you whisper anxiously to yourself until you feel
a hand reaching out and taking yours with theirs.
Turning you see Loki watching you with a tiny smile on his smooth lips, you
return the smile with one of your own and gave his hand a little squeeze before
dropping it and look straight ahead at the opening glowing portal.
Heimdall lowers the sword key and activates the portal causing you to shoot
forward faster than the speed and travel of light and sound. The roar of the
noise was endless as you all travel and finally spiral downward toward the
expansive icy planet. It was beautiful from what you managed to see, a realm of
whites and blues not at all like the warm brilliance of Asgard.
The moment you all landed you take a look around and the cold finally hits you.
You then recall Heimdall mentioning how little you all were dressed for this
realm; he was right. Jotunheim was nothing but a barren wasteland of ice and
snow. There was no light that could be seen, just endless night and a dark
cold.
“We shouldn’t be here.” Hogun says softly while looking around at the ice
covered archway before the group.

“No we shouldn’t,” you mutter and take another look around, “we should be back
at home getting stuffed and plastered with food and drink.”
“Cheers to that!” Volstagg grins at your idea.
“And women,” added Fandral with a charming smile of his own.
You roll your eyes and make a sound of utter disgust.
“Let’s move,” mumbles Thor as he then begins to lead your little expedition
through the chilly world.
Your group continues to walk, trudging against the cold and the ice while
taking in the terrifying silence of it. As you breathe you can see the small
puffs of breath leaving your lips while a tall dark looking tower approaches
your view. It was so hard to see with what little light you all found until you
find a vast circular clearing.
“Where are they?” Sif asks just as you all walk closer to the clearing.
“Hiding, as cowards always do.” Thor replies just as he steps up to a rounded
clearing of ice and rock.
“You’ve come a long way to die, Asgardians.” Your eyes widened as you hear the
low, growling like voice addressing your group.

“I am Thor Odinson.” Thor called loudly and clearly enough to be heard.
“We know who you are,” the same voice spoke dismissively.
“How did your people get into Asgard?”
There was a pause follow by a rattling, exhaling breath and you could see the
Frost Giant who had been sitting on what look like a black ice throne, his
large body turns and you could see the blood red eyes staring toward you, “The
House of Odin is full of traitors.”

“DO NOT DISHONOR MY FATHER’S NAME WITH YOUR LIES!” Thor bellowed and raises his
hammer over his head threateningly.
It frightened you just how quickly the creature that was once sitting rose to
its feet and towered over your small group of seven, “Your father is a murderer
and a thief! And why have you come here? To make peace? You long for battle,
you crave it. You’re nothing but a boy trying to prove himself a man.”
You gulp silently still staring up at the giant blue creature until you began
to feel many more of those blood red eyes watching you. Slightly raising your
head you began to see many of the giant creatures surrounding your group, there
were so many and you wondered just how many of them were going to fall by your
sword.
You may not want to be here, but you certainly weren’t going to go down without
a proper fight.

“Well this “boy” has grown tired of your mockery.” Thor continued to argue with
the monster while it became apparent that the creatures around you began to
create ice like weapons down their arms.
They were wicked sharp looking ice blades and claws and you began to feel your
hands tingle not by the cold but in preparation to draw your sword for the
pending battle.
You see Loki trying to coax Thor into retreating, finally pleading with him to
withdraw but Thor seemed too stubborn and full of pride to back down now until
it seemed that Loki has finally convince his brother into returning home.
Laufey allows you all passage now that a battle wouldn’t take place, “Go now,
while I still allow it.”
“We will accept your most gracious offer,” you hear Loki addressing the guard
slowly approaching them, most likely he is Laufey’s second in command for the
markings that cascaded down his body as well as the ice armor he wore.

The guard nods at Loki’s proper address and begins to watch both of the Princes
walk off, until you see a cruel smile lifting his wicked looking features, “Run
back home little princess,” the creature growled in a condescending tone.
Thor stops dead in his tracks, as did Loki.
Your eyes roll shut and bite your lips knowing what was to follow, “Damn.” You
hear Loki say and you wince upon hearing the impacting sound of metal meeting
cold flesh. Blast it all!
The brawl commences immediately after that and you withdraw your long sword
from your scabbard behind you. Charging toward the nearest Frost Giant, you
slice at the large blue chest and you could see a burst of blue green blood
splashing from the cut, you then proceeded down the line dodging and attacking
your enemies.

You didn’t want to be here, you shouldn’t have to be fighting for your lives
and the lives of your friends; this served for what purpose? Childish greed and
pride? Stupid, this was stupid and pointless!
Looking over your shoulder you could see Fandral in trouble as one giant much
larger than the ones you had been fighting against, blocks the path between the
bearded blond warrior and his weapon.
“FANDRAL!” you cry out his name and you slice at the Frost Giant’s back. While
the creature was distracted the Swordsman pierces the blue chest with his
sword; a river of blue and green fatally pours from the wound. Then it all
happened so fast that you did not see it until you saw the ice that tears at
the Swordsman’s shoulder was spike red with blood.
Fandral cries out and you rush over to help him, Volstagg and Hogun were right
behind you as you free your comrade. The moment that Volstagg lifts Fandral up
over his shoulder was when Laufey called upon the Frost Beast which seemed to
have been sleeping until the ice had been cracked away.
“Fall back!” you shout over the roar of the battle and begin to make a run for
it, swiping your sword against any enemy that stood in your way.
You kept running; there wasn’t any time to look back as thoughts of your
parents and your brother all waiting for you at home flooded your mind. You
didn’t want to die today, that much was certain; you wanted to be home in your
mother’s kitchen, listening to stories told by both your father and brother.
Right now you would give anything to hear how your brother gutted the
Bilgesnipe monster. Blood, guts and glory included.
‘It won’t end like this, we’re going to get home, it will be alright. We are
going to make it, we are going to make it!’ you chanted silently in your mind
until you all reach a cliff.
“Heimdall!” Hogun shouted, “Open the bridge!”
Your eyes widened as you saw the gigantic paw of the Frost Beast pull itself up
onto its hind legs and roared down menacingly at you. The Frost Beast was a
creature unlike anything you’ve ever seen or fought against in all your life as
a warrior and you knew deep inside that this was going to be messy.
Just as the creature opened its jaws once more you see a pummeling mass of
flying red shooting into the mouth of the beast and exit the back of the head.
The beast falls over dead, a large gaping hole could be seen right through it
as it falls off the side of the cliff.
Thor landed swiftly before you all, “Oh thank the Nine.” You breathe out not
realizing that you were even holding your breath.
Suddenly you were all surrounded by the vast quantities of Frost Giants and
just when you thought that your life was about to end did Heimdall reopen the
Bifrost with a bright roaring and thundering crash. However instead of being
sucked into the portal, the Allfather arrived while mounted on his mighty horse
Sleipnir[5].
“Father! We’ll finish this together!” Thor cheered while holding up his hammer
proudly toward his father.

“Silence!” hisses the Allfather then turns to address the King of the Frost
Giants.
You couldn’t hear what they spoke of, for they kept their words soft and
between each other until Laufey was about to attack the Allfather. That was
when Odin raises his staff and sends out a jolt of hot white light, temporarily
blinding and tossing back the Frost King.
You then feel the Bifrost sucking you into its warm light and back toward the
World Eternal.
The moment you set foot in the golden room did the fighting between Thor and
the Allfather commence, it was far too much to bear but at least you were all
home and alive, that was all that mattered at this point.
“Why did you bring us back?”
“Do you realize what you’ve done? What you’ve started?”
“I was protecting my home.”
“You cannot even protect your friends! How do you hope to protect a kingdom?!”
The Allfather looks toward your group of five now, Volstagg and Hogun carried
Fandral between them, you and Lady Sif walk side by side silently behind them,
“Get him to the Healing Room now!” he bellowed as the five of you begin to
scuttle away toward the golden palace.
You sneak a look back over at Loki who watches you walk away, until you turn
from his gaze to continue to walk silently with your brothers and sister in
arms down the Bifrost.
Hrani was gone as were the other horses which could only mean that someone had
come to retrieve them while you were in Jotunheim. Damn. Damn. Damn. DAMN!

~*~
Later after learning from Loki that Thor had been banished from Asgard and into
another world you and your friends spoke privately in one of the many parlors
reserve for those of high status.[6]
You were standing close to the large open windows, taking in the gorgeous sight
of the city during the night. Its many glowing and twinkling lights until your
eyes look up into the equally breathtaking sky above your head.
“We should never have let him go.”
You take in a deep breath and sigh slowly at the words.
“There was no stopping him,” you hear Lady Sif say to Volstagg who had started
the conversation.
“Well at least he’s only banished, not dead. Which is what we’d all be if that
guard hadn’t told Odin where we’d gone.” Fandral mentioned, joining in on the
conversation.

“How did that guard even know?” Volstagg asked again after Hogun had rubbed a
salve of medicinal ointment to his friend’s almost frostbitten arm.

“I told him,” Loki answered softly.
You turn your head to look at him. So that was it. That’s why he chose not to
do or say anything when you were all at the Bifrost.
“What?” Fandral asked and turns from his seating place to look at the younger
Prince.
“I told him to go to Odin after we left. He should be flogged for taking so
long.” Loki sniffs remorselessly as all eyes now turn to stare at him.
“We should have never reached Jotunheim! You told the guard?” Volstagg asked
outraged by this turn of events.

“I saved our lives,” Loki spoke softly again, “and Thor’s. Though I had no idea
that Father would banish him for what he did.”
“Loki,” Sif stood up from her own sitting place and now stood before him, “You
must go to the Allfather and convince him to change his mind,”

“And if I do, then what?”
You could no longer keep your tongue for as much as you wanted to tell them all
that “you told them so” the conversation had turned in a different direction.
Just as you opened your mouth to voice your thoughts were you interrupted by
Loki.
“I love Thor more dearly than any of you, but you know what he is. He is
arrogant, and reckless and most of all dangerous. You saw how he was today, now
is that what Asgard needs from its King?” he walks off swiftly and
dismissively, Sif follows close behind him until she stopped and you watch him
opening the door then shut it behind him.

“He may speak for the good of Asgard, but he’s always been jealous of Thor.”
Your eyes narrowed as you turn your full attention to the other woman warrior,
“Just what are you implying?” you say without a second thought.
The three men now sport uneasy looks at one another until Volstagg clears his
throat while looking from you to Sif, “We should be grateful to him, he saved
our lives.”
You smirk at Sif and nod at the burly ginger man’s words.

“Laufey said that there were traitors in the House of Odin. A master of magic
could bring three Jotuns into Asgard.” 
“Careful for how you speak Hogun,” you say dangerously and shift your eyes over
to the grim looking man, “Loki is not a traitor.” You didn’t like where this
conversation was spiraling toward or the implication your fellow warriors were
making.
“Loki’s always been one for mischief that we can all agree,” argues Fandral who
now stands and walk over to your side, he then places a hand on your shoulder,
“but you’re all talking about something else entirely.”
There was a gentle rap at the door followed by the sound of the door opening.
“__________?” you hear your mother’s voice say as she entered the room with a
wash cloth that she was currently using to dry her hands with and then rests it
over her shoulder, “Your father wishes to speak with you,”
Your whole body flinches and you bite your lips to suppress the curse you were
about to shout, “My friends I shall make my leave of you. I will meet you at
dinner.”
Excusing yourself from the room you walk over to your mother who seemed to have
wanted to say something to you as well, but she held her tongue. Perhaps she
would speak to you after your father did.

“Pay her no mind __________’s always had a soft spot for the Mischief Maker.”
You hear Volstagg say rather loudly just as you departed the room.
Gluttonous oaf.
~*~

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR HEAD?!”

Who knew that you could die (well nearly die) twice in one day?
“I’m sorry father I—“
“No excuses, your behavior has none!”
You remain silent in your place and you did not dare to look at your father in
his eyes, “Tell me something girl,” you always hated when your father began to
question you with this expression, “What exactly went through your mind after
you agreed to go on this seven men expedition to the Ice Kingdom?”
“Actually father I was quite against it, I honestly thought we would not make
it past Heimd—“

SMACK.
You feel the burning rush of blood rising over your right cheek from where your
father had struck you. You feel tears pricking in your eyes but you refuse to
allow one drop to fall.
You hear your father sigh with exasperation as you held your position, your
eyes continue not to meet with his and you no longer speak to him unless spoken
to.
“You should consider yourself lucky that the Allfather has seen past your poor
judgment and will allow you to continue to be a warrior in his court.”

“Yes father,” you speak gently and politely even though you were raging inside.
“Viggo is waiting for you in the stables; he wishes to talk to you as well. He
wasn’t at all pleased that you took Hrani without his permission.” As though he
regretted being so forceful with you, he now places that heavy hand he had hit
you with upon your now tender cheek. You close your eyes briefly feeling the
buzzing pain of it until you feel both of his hands on your cheeks and then
feel his lips kissing your forehead.
“I’m sorry my darling,” he whispers against your forehead, “I am more angry at
myself that I wasn’t there to stop you. As your father I am duty bound to
protect you so long as I live and breathe.”
“Yes father,” you murmur and bite your lips to keep the threatening tears to
spill down your cheeks.
“Go on, get out of my sight.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice as you headed out of the room and walk into
the direction of the stables.
~*~
You walk toward the stables despondently; you hate when your father got the way
that he did. For once it wasn’t your fault! Things just got out of hand and as
Loki had mentioned before they shouldn’t have made it past the Bifrost! By the
Nine… gingerly, you touch at the spot where your father had hit you; it still
stung a bit. However, he knew whatever he had done to you, Viggo’s punishment
was going to be worst, especially when it involved Hrani. As you turned the
corner, there was your brother grooming his horse, making sure he was okay.
Your brother raised Hrani since he was just a foal and was very protective of
him. You were a bit envious; you love Hrani too so then why did Viggo get to
have all the fun of riding him?
“Sister,” you cringed just as you approached him from 20 feet away, you and he
both knew that when he calls you by that, you were in big trouble.

“Please don’t start with me, Viggo…”

“The hell I won’t,” he said and slightly turns to look at you, his eyes filled
with disappointment, “You could have been killed! Thank Odin that he reached
all of you in time before anything drastic happened!”

“If anything, THEY should be happy I even went with them!” you counter while
glaring at him.

“And to make matters worse, you left poor Hrani to die!” your bother’s
attention goes back to his horse as he continues to groom him.

“I didn’t mean to do that Viggo! It just happened and damn if we had brought
all the horses with us then they would have died!”
“You shouldn’t have gone in the first place! Why were you acting so reckless
and selfish to begin with!” he turns around so that you were both face to face
with one another.
“I was not selfish and I was careful!”
“So careful you got cocky and almost killed. Do you have any idea how father,
mother and I would have felt if something happened to you?!”

You were taken back a bit. You could see it in his eyes, Viggo in his own right
was a strong warrior and could fight circles around some of the elite in the
army and even you but he was still as gentle as ever when it came to you. Your
rage now turns to guilt and you turn your look down to watch your feet.
“Sorry,” you mumble and you hear he sigh above you then you feel his fingers in
your hair as he ruffles it affectionately.
“It’s okay now. You’re alive and here and that’s all that matters to me,” he
lifts you face up gently to touch and inspect your cheek, “I see father
expressed his thoughts on the subject.”
“Aye, that he did,” you wince slightly.
“Can you blame him? You’re going to get yourself killed if you don’t be
careful,”
“I--” you looked at him and furrow your eyebrows.
“You weren’t acting carefully you were cocky and indifferent. Don’t go showing
off in front of the other warriors. You are a warrior to the AllFather, you
have nothing to prove. It only shows them that you are a reckless warrior with
something to prove and I’ll be damned if my sister is seen or dubbed as that,”
you grin by his words.
“Yeah, love you too, brother,” he snorts and hugged you tightly.
“Just don’t leave Hrani about like that. And next time ASK before you take,”
“It was short notice and Hrani is the best,”
“Of course he is, he’s my horse after all,” you both laughed and a bit as a
servant girl emerges from the shadows, Viggo stares at her oddly, “Yes?” he
addresses the girl who blushes and places her hands over the front of her
apron.
“M’lady,” she looks to you just as you turn around to see her, “his highness
would like a private audience with you,” you looked up to Viggo who quirks an
eyebrow at you then to the servant girl.
“Which one?”

“Prince Loki, he wishes to see you in is chamber,” you sigh, of course he did.
“See you in a bit, brother,”

“Be careful and try to control your feminine wiles,” he teases which causes you
to blush profusely.
“Oh honestly…” you huff and you follow the servant girl to Loki’s chambers.

~*~
“You called for me?” you asked once Loki opened the door to his room and finds
you standing there before him expectantly. You could see the anxiety in his
eyes and you couldn’t help but ask him about it, “What’s the matter my Prince?
Are you ill? Shall I call for a Healer?”
“No, just get in here and be quiet,” he snarls while grabbing you by the wrist
and pulls you inside, he shuts the door with a loud bang behind you.
“Loki,” you whisper, dropping all formality then gasp as he pushes you up
against the back of the door, his eyes staring down hungrily at you, “Wh-what’s
wrong?”
“I need this,” he growls and kisses you roughly, his tongue pushes past your
lips making you squeal uncomfortably and you push him off.
“What in Hel’s name?!” you interject and place your fingers against your lips
to see if they bled or not from his force. They didn’t thank heavens…

“You dare deny me? Me?!” He shouted while trying to grab for you again.

You narrowed your eyes at him and push him off forcefully, your hand presses at
the center of his chest, “What is this about Loki, really?”
He only glares at you until you could see the tears shining in his eyes, this
calms your anger and the hand on his chest rises to cup his cheek kindly,
“Loki, please talk to me. Tell me what’s happened?”
He huffs and looks away from you, silent tears track down his face and you feel
your own anxiety rising as empathy for your oldest friend fills your heart,
“Come here,” you murmur and you lead him to his bed where you sit down
comfortably before lying down to hold him, “it will be all right whatever it
is, you don’t have to tell me now.”
“Stay with me until I fall asleep?” he asks quietly as he holds onto your
middle tightly as though he was afraid that you were going to leave at any
moment.
You smile and kiss the top of his head, “I will stay for as long as you like,
you need not worry my dearest friend,” you meant what you said and held him
until his breathing evens and you tuck him in before leaving his room.
~*~
The following day you were walking toward the throne room, you all were in need
to speak with the Allfather, perhaps convince him to lift Thor’s banishment for
you all were in need of him back in Asgard for it was where he belongs.
“Allfather, we must speak with you urgently.” Lady Sif respectfully announced
toward the King as you, she and the Warriors Three held your fist over your
chests out of respect and proper protocol to the Allfather.
Yet from the moment you all look up you had expected to see the old white
bearded man; your eyebrows shoot up from the surprise of seeing Loki in all his
formal armor, sitting on the King’s throne.
You weren’t the only one rendered speechless; your hand gently falling to its
side.
“My friends,” Loki greeted kindly from his place on the golden throne.
“Where’s Odin?” Fandral asks as you all now descend the polished stairs and
walk toward Loki.
“Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. Mother fears he may never awaken again.”
“We would speak with her.”
“She has refused to leave me father’s bedside. You can bring your urgent matter
to me,” he said and stands tall and proudly the King’s staff in hand, “Your
King.”

You stare at him in silent disbelief then you slowly lower yourself down to one
knee and place your fist on your chest out of respect to the King, the others
followed suit except for Sif who was the last to bow down to him.
Your mind began to race with thoughts of endless questions as to how and why
this came to be. Why did he not tell you of his plans? Why was he being so
secretive? Why does he continue to shut you out? What else was he planning?
“My King, we would ask that you end Thor’s banishment,” Lady Sif stated humbly
as you held your gaze upon the man before you. Loki gives her a condescending
look follow by a soft chuckle before addressing to her request.
“My first command cannot be to undo the Allfather’s last.”
“What?” you questioned in disbelief and watch as he walks down the tall steps
to meet with you all.
“We’re on the brink of war with Jotunheim,” he continues and again you shake
your head for you couldn’t believe that this was happening, “Our people need a
sense of continuity, in order to feel safe in these difficult times. All of us
must stand together for the good of Asgard.” He finishes, though it had seem
that he addresses his last statement to Lady Sif for she quickly and
defensively rose to her feet and since you were kneeling next to her, you held
your arm out as to block her while Fandral and Hogun each holds her back by
grabbing at her arms.
“Yes, of course,” you hear Fandral say in that charismatic tone.

“Good, then you will wait for my word.”
“If I may,” you hear Volstagg query from behind you, your hand still up as to
hold Lady Sif back, “beg the indulgence of Your Majesty to perhaps reconsider—“
“We’re done!” Loki spoke loudly and dismissively, his voice echoes throughout
the throne room.
Your hand now lowers and you rise you to your feet as well as the other
warriors behind you, you stare at him a moment until one by one you all begin
to walk away from him. That is of course until Loki calls you back to stay
behind.
“__________, you will stay here with me. I have urgent matters to discuss with
you.”
Oh brilliant… at that the Warriors Three and Lady Sif stop, turn and stare at
you.
You hold up your hand and give them a silent nod to indicate that you would be
alright, then putting on your best smile you walk back toward your “King”.
“Leadership suits you,” you say in a light sardonic way with a smile to match
your tone while you incline your head, your eyes never leaving his, “your
majesty.”
His reaction was instant as you can see the glazed indifference dulling his
eyes at your remark, “Be wary of how you address your King __________, we might
be on friendly terms but do not forget your place.”

“Very well m’lord,” your manner of tone had not change from how you previously
addressed him, “may I inquire as to what you need of me?”
“I believe you may have some idea of what I may ‘need of you’,” he smiled
slowly as he continues watching you from his seat on his throne, “come here,”
he holds out his hand expecting you to take it in yours but instead you look at
it and step forward closer to him.
He notices and drops his hand to rest it over the arm rest of the throne then
glares at you, “You know, you aren’t usually this stubborn and a bit more
agreeable to jump at any given opportunity to touch me.”

You cross your arms and snort at that. While what he said was true for you
would have, but at this moment, how can you possibly trust someone who was
hiding and sneaking his way onto a place of power? It was absolute nonsense!  

“You dare mock your King with that chortle?” his eyes had become silted with
suppressed rage as he now stands to tower over you but you hold your own.
“How could you not tell me last night what has been going on with you as of
late? You are moody and secretive and I hardly see you anymore, where do you
go? And just how can you continue to shut me out while keeping me blinded by
our years of friendship?”
He stares at you for a moment before turning to pace a little the staff making
soft clip-clopping sounds as he walks, “Do you trust me?” he asks quietly
finally meeting your eyes again.
“Of course I do, you know that,”
“Then that should be sufficient.”
You grab at his forearm and he turns to look at you, “It is not. Not this time
at least.”
He shakes your hand off of him before he addresses you again, “I need someone I
can trust,”
“And I need a King that I can put my trust in!”
He turns to look at you, anger evident and blazing in those sea colored eyes,
“We’re done here.”
As much as it hurt you at that moment to be dismissed by him in such a manner;
as though you were just another warrior with no ties to him, you held your
tongue, give him a courtly bow then leave the throne room silently; the sounds
of your boots against the polished floor trail behind you.
~*~
A few nights later, you and the other warriors were pacing endlessly in your
prefer parlor, awaiting when you all would be called upon by the new King of
Asgard. However, things had started to become quite hot around the collar even
among the five of you.
“Our dearest friend banished, Loki on the throne, Asgard on the brink of war,
yet you’ve managed to consume four wild boar, six pheasant, a side of beef and
two casks of ale. Shame on you! Don’t you care?!” Fandral scolded at Volstagg
who continued to gore himself on food while the blond swordsman knocks the
plate out of the larger warrior’s hand.

“Do not mistake my appetite for apathy!” Volstagg roars and stands to tower
over Fandral menacingly.

“Stop it both of you!” Lady Sif began as she and Hogun tried breaking the other
two warriors apart, yet they continued to argue. You on the other hand sat
before the fire closest to the window your head began to pound as the shouts
and yelling starts to escalate.
“ENOUGH!” you shout from your place and you finally look up to the group,
“There must be something that we can do apart from sitting here, waiting and
going at each other’s throats like ravenous dogs!”
“You’ve always been close to Loki, haven’t you Lady __________? Can’t you
convince him or have you any influence on him at all?”
You shake your head, “Not since our little encounter with him in the throne
room he has not spoken to me. Each time I try to get within an inch of him I’m
flanked by the royal guard.”
“Then that’s it then? We just stand here and wait for the inevitable?”
“No,” Sif began and began to look at you all one by one, “we all know what we
have to do.”

“We must go.” Agreed Hogun, “We must find Thor.”

“It’s treason.” Argued Fandral.

“To hell with treason, it’s suicide!” interjected Vostagg looking from one man
to the other.

“Thor would so the same for us.” Sif mumbled and you nod as you began to
formulate a plan to keep Loki away from discovering what you all were planning
to do.
“The four of you go retrieve Thor and bring him home; I will stay behind and
keep Loki distracted.” You say while you release the tie on your hair to allow
it to cascade over your shoulders, you could see the men in the room peak
interest at your preening.
Fandral was the first to ask, “How do you plan to keep the Trickster
distracted?”
Now that you finished fussing over your hair so that half of it rested over one
shoulder[7] easily you look up at your friends and with a snap of your fingers
your armor melted away to be magically replaced by another dress you owned but
it was much more sidetracking than your usual form of attire[8].
“The best and only way I know how,” you say as you run your hands gently and
slowly over the soft fabric of the corset, “So what do you think?”
You see the jaws drop on both Fandral and Vostagg faces; Hogun however remained
silent but the look in his eyes at your choice of attire said it all, you
certainly were a sight to behold. Turning to Lady Sif who had a look of
approval at your choice of dress nods and fluffs up your sleeves slightly, “You
suppose it will work?”
“If it does not, I would gladly like to take the Lady _________ out for a drink
or two,” said Fandral who takes your hand and kisses it then smiles and winks
at you.
“I for one would invite the lady to dinner, followed by a walk around the
gardens!” Volstagg voiced and takes your other hand to kiss it. 
“Gentlemen please, there is a mission that needs to be pulled and that is to
bring Thor back to Asgard.” You say and take your hands away from the other two
men, your face hot with embarrassment; it would seem that your dress was a fair
distraction to say the least, “We can work on details later…” you added as an
afterthought.  
“Now shush, Heimdall might be watching…”
At that the doors open to reveal a guard who stated that Heimdall requested to
see the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, the four of them exited silently after the
guard while you exited the parlor and walk briskly toward the throne room where
you knew Loki was sitting on the large golden throne. 
“My Lord,” you say and curtsy before the “King” the moment you walked into the
throne room and stand before him. You then see how his eyes light with interest
at your state of attire and a smile graces his lips, “I was hoping to perhaps
seek your council, privately?”
“Leave us,” he says to the two sentry guards until he addresses them again
louder than before, “I said Leave us!” you smile with satisfaction as you see
the surly looking pair leave when you once again turn your attention to your
“King”.
Lifting your skirts so that you wouldn’t snag your footing and trip over the
cloth, you now walk to him up the golden stairs until you finally made it close
to him. Climbing up into his lap you settle yourself comfortably, your arms
around his shoulders and your hair curtains around your face as you look down
into his bright sea colored eyes. Loki on his part raises his hands so that
they could roam over your thighs, his attention focuses on your face and a
smirk lifts the corners of his mouth.
“I wanted to tell you that I was wrong,” you say with a small pout as you try
to look apologetic, “and that I do trust you with all my heart and yes, you can
put your complete trust in me.”
“What brought this on?”

“I hate that you no longer talk to me as you once did and I miss you. We used
to share everything together and as of recent we don’t. I only want to be close
to you again Loki, King of my heart. To be your loyal companion and confidant.”
The moment you said this, you knew you had him for the manner of how his eyes
dilated as well as how his hands reaches under your skirt to touch and press
the sensitive points of your thighs. You close your eyes and utter a tiny
little sigh at the touch.
“’King of your heart’?” he repeated your choice of words and you feel the
fingers of his other hand running through your hair, “My loyal companion and
confidant, you say?”
You feel your body shiver and you moan softly, “Uh-huh,” you grunt, your hips
began to roll slowly over his lap and you now brace your hands on the arm rests
of the large golden throne, “Ahh…” you breathe and arch your back.
Loki’s wandering hand reaches further under your skirts to discover that you
were not wearing knickers of any kind and he groans delighted and runs a finger
over your now wet and trembling folds.
“You keep surprising me more and more as the night progresses my dear,” he
grins and kisses you full on the mouth while his cool fingers slide up deep
inside of you causing you to moan against your kiss, your hips tremble in his
lap.
Lowing his head, Loki pulls down the front of your dress which allows your
breasts to bounce out of their protective cotton covering. The man under you
now begins to lick and suck on your mounds greedily, taking one nipple between
his teeth and rolls it in a way that further makes you gush against his driving
fingers.
“My word __________,” Loki murmurs with a grin, “how disgustingly wet you are…”
using his magic you can feel the straps and buckles coming undone underneath
and between your hot thighs followed by the feel of his cock rising up against
your opening. You rock your hips to stimulate his tip and he groans again, one
hand grips at your hips, the other slides its fingers out from your dripping
center.
Bringing them to his lips he stares at you while licking his fingers clean and
moans around the digits blissfully. Releasing his fingers with a soft pop he
raises you up against him, already you can feel his cock below you steadying
you to sit down on him good and proper.
“I need to be inside you __________,” he says and lowers you down slowly.

You close your eyes and already you can feel the fat head of his cock breaching
you when you hear the loud BOOM of the Bifrost activating which pauses Loki
from your current activities on his lap, “What was that?”
“Tis the sound of my heart pounding for you my Lord!” you moan while you grab
his hand from where it rested against your waist and place it against the top
of your breasts, “Can you not feel it?”
You see the look in his eyes as he stared up at you revealing that he knew that
it wasn’t your heart and that you were distracting him from something so
obviously happening. Redoing his pants, straps and trousers, Loki lifts you up
and pushes you out of his way to walk toward the large balcony overlooking
Asgard. Incidentally it also held the view of the Bifrost. By the sound if it,
it would seem that it was propelling itself before shooting across the
universe. No doubt it was now transporting Sif and the Warriors Three to
Midgard which then they would be able to retrieve Thor. You couldn't believe
that you pulled it off. Loki now turns to look at you just as you were about
finished fixing up your dress to look presentable, you can see the look of hurt
and betrayal on his face.
“Do you honestly think me that stupid?”
Yes.

“No.”
“If I come to find that you are lying to me…” he began to threaten and leaves
it hanging in the air as he walks off to investigate the situation.
At this point you feel nothing but disgust and discontent for him so you too
leave to change out of your dress as you wait for the others to return with
Thor which would hopefully be soon who knows what Loki will do during this
time.
~*~
“He isn’t the same anymore,” you mumble while eating a bowl of fruit you set
aside for yourself, “He’s so serious now and secretive; he’s hiding something.”
Your mother shakes her head as she continues to clean the fish she was about to
prepare for the fryer, “I always knew that allowing you to be friends with him
would get you into trouble,”
“Mother, I’m not the one in trouble!”
“Must you speak with your mouth full? Have I taught you nothing?” your mother
nags as you roll your eyes at her, chew the food in your mouth and swallow it,
“And don’t you roll your eyes at me either!”

“Mother!” you stress and by the look on your mother’s face, she did not like to
be whined at, “I’m serious there is something that Loki is not telling me and I
worry about him. He has not been the same since even before Prince Thor’s
birthright celebration. I just can’t seem to guess what’s on his mind anymore
and he always evades my questions whenever I ask him to talk to me! I’m just at
my wits end with him, mother.”
You see smoke and debris as well as a large gaping hole in the side wall of the
palace. That was where your father and brother were patrolling together, did
something happen?
“What’s going on? What was that crash?”
“I don’t know mother, but I intend to find out.” You say while taking the
scabbard of your sword from over the countertop you look over at your mother
whose eyes were wide and filled with worry, “Do not worry mother, I shall
return,” you smile before hurrying off toward the wreckage.
Incidentally, you were halted by two more sentries you knew who had also fought
alongside your father and brother they both instruct you to head for the
Healing Ward; your heart sank as you change direction toward the Healing Ward.
Upon entering the large room, you see your father lying in a bed wrapped in
warming cloths as two nurses fussed over him one checking his vitals and the
other was beginning to supply him with a warming draught.
“Father what happened?” you asked after rushing to his side, his skin was still
freezing and he looked so old and small.
“Attacked!” he gasps, a trembling hand reaches for your own and he grabs onto
it tightly, “Your brother—your brother--!”
“My brother? Father, what of Viggo?” you feel a pang of fear bursting brightly
in your chest, your hands on the rough beard on your father’s face as his teeth
chattered.
“Cold. Frozen.”
”What?” you feel tears in your eyes and you shake your head, “Father tell me
he’s not--!”
“He needs his rest,” said one of the nurses attending to him, you turn and
glare at her.
“Where is my brother?”
She stood still, a grim expression on her face, “Take me to him.” You demanded
in a dangerous voice.
You were taken to a dimly lit room where there laid a body covered in a sheet
over the medical bed. An overwhelming distraught fills your heart, “No,” you
shake your head and you feel your eyes fill with tears, “No!”
Pulling back the sheet you are greeted with your brother’s face. It was as
though the air escaped instantly from your body the moment you saw his sleeping
like face. There was Viggo, frozen and blue with frost covering his silver and
golden armor.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything.” You sob as you reach to touch his
face hoping with everything you had at the possibility of him waking up.
Your hands burned from touching his frozen skin but you didn’t care, your pain
and your rage numbed you for only a little while until you were taken away due
to your own injuries. Your hands were rubbed raw and pink as one of the Healers
began to put a healing salve on your hands now. You stare blankly not realizing
that the people around you began speaking to you as well as asking numerous
questions. 
“__________?__________!” someone shakes you by the shoulders and you blink to
look into your mother’s eyes, they were wet with tears, “It’s not true? Tell me
it isn’t so!”

You bite your lip and nod as tears once again floods and blind your vision as
you hug her tightly to your chest, “Oh mother… I’ve been such a fool!” you sob
into her shoulder, you feel your mother’s fingers curl into your hair in
comfort as she was now petting your hair and shushing you, “I said things to
him—things I regret!”
Your mother says nothing but holds you tightly as she too begins to sob when
suddenly the entire ward shook violently for a few seconds, startling those
working as well as the patients. Now what has happen?!
It wasn’t until several hours later that Queen Frigga enters the Healing Ward
and approaches you as well as your mother. Your father was stabilized and now
resting comfortably.
“Your Highness!” you hiccup and gingerly place your bandaged hand over your
heart, “To what do we owe the honor of your company?”
Queen Frigga places her hand gently over your shoulder and she takes your
mother’s as well, while she gives them each a gentle but firm comforting
squeeze, “I came to personally give my condolences to your family, Viggo was an
excellent warrior I am very sorry for your loss. The healers and nurses are
doing everything they can to ensure that your husband,” at this she addresses
your mother, “is stabilized, for the injuries that he had sustained during the
attack were very great.”
“Thank you, your highness,” you mother spoke gently and inclines her head at
the impeccably dressed woman, “your presence gives us great comfort during this
most difficult of times.”
The Queen smiles gently then turns to you, “__________, I need to speak with
you privately do you have a moment?”
Queen Frigga begins to tell you what has happened, how the fighting between
Thor and Loki had commenced, how the Bifrost was destroyed up until she told
you how Loki had fallen into the abyss beyond the universe. She must have known
how close you and Loki must have been which was why she came to you to
personally tell you of her second son’s demise. The tears wouldn’t stop, they
couldn’t! It was as if your heart was flooded and there was nothing you could
do to hold back the liquid within you any longer. You would cry and cry until
you were exhausted and no longer had any more water left to give.
~*~
Several days had passed and already you seemed to be on the mend. You had
locked yourself in your chambers not wanting to see or speak to anyone. The
only thing you wanted for sustenance was cream custard and berries as well as
water and sweet red wine. The time finally came when you would leave your room
to join the others of the world outside of your chambers.
And it wasn’t too long after finding a spot to enjoy your silence and solitude
did Prince Thor approach you.

“How are you fairing Lady __________?” you hear Thor speak gently behind you,
you turn slightly to look at him over your shoulder then back to what you were
looking at before.
You had taken refuge on a balcony which oversees the rest of the kingdom up to
the large snow tipped mountains. You were also sitting on the edge of that
balcony, your legs dangling off the side rim. Your eyes were still red rimmed
and puffy, the tip of your nose had also been red from the tears you had shed
earlier. Things as of this point would be different as badly as you wanted to
change them you know that you could only move up from this point.
“I’ve run out of tears to shed,” you say with a sniff and clear your throat,
“if that is what you’re asking, Prince Thor.”
You hear his heavy footfalls behind you then you feel his large hand on one of
your shoulders,
“I miss him as well,” he said while giving you a sideways embrace, “in spite of
everything he has done.”
His words didn’t hit you for you had remained as you were; stoic and numb,
“Prince Thor,” you begin to say as your eyes now look down toward the twinkling
city below, “may I speak boldly with you?”

“Yes, you may,” he turns to face you, “tell me what ails you.”
Stretching out your neck a little you try an estimate just how high you were
from the point of where you sat to that of the ground below, “Do you think that
if I were to jump, I could fly?”
You feel his hand on your shoulder squeeze tighter, “What do you mean by that
Lady __________?”
“It’s only a question my Prince, I will not jump.” You promised, though the
thought did cross your mind.
“Do you wish to fly?” he asked carefully as though he didn’t want to say
anything that could set you off, “I can take you flying on Mjolnir if you would
like.”
You smile a little at the thought of flying with the blond Prince as he held
onto Mjolnir and you holding onto him, “Perhaps another time my Prince,” you
look over at him now and smile at him, “Thank you.”
“For what?” his eyebrows furrow questionably.
“For checking in on me, for your words of comfort and most of all, I thank you
for your friendship.” He grins at your words and you turn back to look out at
the view, “Your banishment has certainly changed you for the better Prince
Thor, I’m glad.”
“I thank you __________,”
“__________?” you turn to the sound of a woman calling your name and you turn
to look over your left shoulder to see Queen Frigga standing a few feet behind
both you and Thor, “Might I speak with you?”
“Queen Frigga!” you gasp with surprise and pull away from Thor to swing your
legs back onto the balcony then hop off to properly bow at her, “How can I be
of assistance?”
“There is much that I would like to discuss with you,” Frigga spoke kindly as
she places her hand on your shoulder, she then looks over at Thor as she spoke
again, “alone.”
“Of course, my Queen,”
The moment you were alone, Queen Frigga proceeds to tell you the true origins
of her second son’s life and how her husband had come home from the world of
the Frost Giants with a tiny whining bundle in his arms. How the babe grew and
became a part of the royal family and how he would always be loved and
remembered as loved in spite of the recent events that had occurred.
“Are you alright dear?”
“Permission to speak freely my Lady Queen?” you ask while trying to control the
mix of emotions stirring up inside you.
“Granted,” she nods and watches you cautiously as your proper manner dropped,
you were no longer stoic and devoid of how you felt.
“I am not alright, I am angry,” you growl, your hands clenching into hard fists
at your sides, “I am so angry with him!” your voice begins to rise and you pace
the balcony back and forth your hands were in your hair as you tried calming
yourself but your emotions were running so high you thought you were going to
burst from them, “We’ve shared almost everything together and he couldn’t tell
me this? He must have known that’s why he’s been so secretive with me! What did
he think I was going to do? I wouldn’t have cared! He was still the same person
I’ve known for most of my life this far! Heaven help me,” you sigh and you run
your fingers through your hair, “And then he lied… he lied to me! And because
of those lies I’ve lost everything! And it is far easier to be angry with him
and loathe him more than anything!”
“Loki has done things that not even I can understand,” you hear the Queen’s
calming voice say, you turn to look at her and you could see how sad she truly
was, “I will always love my son, my second born, and it is exactly that memory
I wish to preserve.”
Looking at her now, you can see the sadness in her eyes and you nod with
understanding you weren’t the only one lost and in mourning, “Will you help me
preserve it?”
There was only one thing you could do from this point on, and that was to move
forward without looking back.

“Of course I will my Queen, just tell me what you need for me to do and I will
do it.”
…
***** Tear You Apart *****
Chapter Notes
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“Could I hold you for a lifetime? Could I look into your eyes? Could I have
this night, to share this night together? Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time? Could I, could I have this kiss forever…” [1]
~*~
Chapter 4: Tear You Apart [2]
Two years later…
The Queen has chosen you to become her personal body guard, there could be no
other warrior that she could put her complete trust in. And fortunately for
you, you now have nothing left to lose; your brother was dead, your father
forced into disability perhaps early retirement and as for Loki—it was still
far too painful to think about him. At first you believed him to be dead then
only later not only did you discover that he was very much alive but also that
he was responsible for allowing Laufey and his frost giants passage into
Asgard.
It was his fault. He was the one responsible for the pain you now had to endure
for all the days of your life. It was much easier to be angry with him; to hate
him. That was exactly what you felt for him now and that hate only fuels your
desire to destroy him if ever given the opportunity.
As fate would have it, you were given an opportunity but it wasn’t to hunt and
kill him. No, you were ordered to search and retrieve him which is what you
were currently discussing with the Queen in her chambers.
“My Queen, it is because of Loki that my brother is dead and that my father
will be forced into early retirement. I have lost everything because of his
immature ambition to become King. So please forgive me but I cannot be trusted
to bring him back safely.” You say after the Queen has personally asks it of
you to bring both Loki and Thor back from Midgard.
“__________,” Queen Frigga spoke gently and civilly, “as a warrior of Asgard
you are honor bound to obey the orders of both your King and Queen. My husband
has already sent my eldest son to retrieve his younger brother and while I do
not doubt my Husband’s judgment or the capabilities of my eldest son, I do know
and understand Loki. He will not easily be subdued by Thor.” She spoke with a
slight shake of her head.
You feel your fists tightening at your sides and your jaw clenches proudly,
defiantly.
“Please __________, I implore you, not as your Queen but as a mother who simply
wants both of her sons to return home safely,” Frigga spoke in a softer tone
and you watch her approaching you then she places her hands on either side of
your face, “Please see past your anger and fulfill my request, please.”
You close your eyes while taking a deep breath which you then exhale slowly
through your nose. Opening your eyes once more you looked into the eyes of the
Allmother and nod silently, “Aye my Lady Queen,” you say sounding resigned, “I
will fulfill your request and bring your sons home.”
“Then come we have no more time to lose.” The Queen takes your hand and leads
you in through a secret passage from inside her chambers and leads you to
another room which you had never seen before. There were also a total of six
women in the room as well and they were all wearing sage robes.
“The spell I will be using to transport you to Midgard will be a grueling one;
I will not be able to bring you back this way.”
“My Queen then how will we return to Asgard once Loki has been captured?” you
weren’t worried about Thor you knew he would be compliant to come with you.
“The item what they call the Tesseract will allow you all to be transported
home, if you fail you might not be able to return for a long time,”
“The Tesseract? What is an infinity stone like that doing in Midgard my Queen?”
“There are so many stories surrounding its disappearance from what I can
remember, it had been stolen then passed down for so long that it became lost
over time but now it has appeared on Midgard,”
“I see…”
“Have you the personal item that once belonged to my son?”
“Of course my Queen, it will be the first time in many years that it will come
off my person,” you admit while you retrieve a golden chain from around your
neck and pull it off. Frigga smiles at the item you presented her and she takes
a small bottle of silver powder then opens the cork stopper to sprinkle a bit
of the powder onto the item in your palm.
“This will help you to find him; Midgard is a vast planet, not much land and it
is covered almost entirely with water. Use everything I have taught you my
dear, you will need it.”
You nod once and you pace a hand over your heart in respect to your Queen,
“Then worry not my Queen, the three of us will come home together, this I
promise you.”
“I know that you will not fail, may the heavens protect you.” She smiles and
takes a step back as the circle of women begin to chant, the Queen follows
along with them as she takes and hold two hands of the chanting women in her
own.
You feel a gripping force surrounding you and it felt as though you were in a
confine tight space which pushes and expels you with such force you almost feel
suffocated by it. You gasp softly the moment you feel that you were no longer
propelled across the universe and you open your eyes and find yourself in a
deserted forest. Did it work? Were you on Midgard?
Walking up the small hill behind you, you reach the top to see a large city
clouded in an opaque fog, you now reach into one of the pouches on your belt to
retrieve the enchanted item that once belongs to Loki.
“Take me to your Master,” you whisper to the item into your hand and the magic
began to activate into the form of a thin golden beam of light which pointed to
the sky. Looking up you sigh with irritation, Loki never made things easy.
Using a shape shifting spell, you transform yourself into a bird[3] and you
continue to follow the beam of light which would remain activated until you
reach a large flying metal fortress. You fly close enough so that when you
transform back you land swiftly on your hands and on one bended knee.
Standing, you walk over to a metal doorway and try to open it when you spy a
red and green blinking pad. Placing your hand over the pad you use magic to
activate the door which slides open for you.
Walking down the large metallic corridor you continue to follow the golden
thread until you meet with two guards, one who brandished a small handheld
metal tube the other held a bigger one in his arms.
“Freeze!” shouted the man who held the larger of the weapons.
“Ma’am this is a restricted area!” said the second man who was pointing the
small metal tube at you, “How did you get in?”
“Hill, we have a stow-away in grid E-4,” said the other man who spoke into his
shoulder, humans were odd creatures indeed.
Choosing not to say anything you instead raise your hands which seem to have
set off quite an alarm between the two men and had pointed their weapons
higher. You then cross your palms one over the other and wave at them so that
you became invisible to their eyes.
“She disappeared! Hill the unidentified woman disap--”
‘These two are going to spoil everything!’ You think and decide to put them to
rest by punching them unconscious and taking their weapons.
Apparently you’ve created an uproar by your presence, oh well you had your own
agenda as you remain focused on following the golden beam until it lead you to
another large metallic door, two guards stood proudly at either side of the
door. With a wave of your hands you knock both of the men into each other hard
enough so that you walk over them and enter the now large room.
You are greeted with the sight of Loki pacing back and forth like a caged
animal ready to strike at anything that dared enter his glass cage. He then
stood still the closer you approach the front of the glass; a cruel smile lifts
at the corners of his mouth.
“Now what have we here?” Loki smirks and looks directly at you as though he
could see you, perhaps he did, “I know you’re there now show yourself!”
A rage fills you up inside, this was it! This was your chance you could kill
him if you wanted to! But then thoughts of the Queen filled your mind and you
huff dispiritedly while you reveal yourself to him, Loki’s reaction was
instantaneous.
“__________! What are you doing here?” he asked with wide sea colored eyes as
he looks at you from head to foot.
“I should be asking you the same thing,” you say while trying to keep yourself
composed and you walk over to the glass to stand before him, “You sir are
supposed to be dead.”
“You sound disappointed…”
“Quite. Given more to the fact that I actually shed tears for you. If given my
way I wouldn’t have bothered trying to free you and instead just leave you here
to rot.”
“__________,” you can hear the sound of Prince Thor’s voice addressing you from
behind and when you turn, his gaze looks neutral though curious to find you
standing before him. Standing alongside him was another man, a Midguardian for
certain, “What are you doing here?”
“My Prince,” you incline your head respectfully then continue, “I have been
given specific orders to come to Midgard and to retrieve both you and Loki as
to bring you both home to Asgard.”
“And who gave you these orders?”
“That I cannot tell you, but I can assure you that it wasn’t your father who
sent me,”
“Well not to switch programs or anything,” the smaller man speaks, “but you did
mention leaving Loki in his cage? You still can you know,” Turning your
attention to the brunet man with the facial hair he continues to address you
while wearing a smug looking smile, “he’s perfectly secure in that jar.”
You genuinely laugh, “Are you absolutely certain that the Trickster is properly
quarantined in this holding cell? Honestly, you humans haven’t mastered that
“technology”--as you would call it-- that would be sufficient enough to contain
a prisoner such as this creature.” You now walk to the key pad and you
immediately start to push random buttons in the hopes that one of them would
open the cell.
“I am still present in the room…” Loki gives you an indignant pout obviously
upset that you would call him a creature.
“Well isn’t that what you are?” you sneer then you twist at one of the cool
metal knobs.
“Ooh I like her,” you hear the brunet say while addressing Prince Thor, who
then narrowed his eyes to you and to what you were doing, “I had started not to
like her when she insulted my cage but then when she talked back to Reindeer
Games I have a whole new respect for her. And she’s kinda hot too.”
You turn your attention to look at the smaller human then shift your eyes to
Prince Thor, “My Prince, this tiny man speaks ill of me. Might I be granted
permission to beat him until I feel that he is truly sorry for showing me such
disrespect?”
Thor chuckles now, “Lady __________, I do not believe he means any harm. It is
his manner of voicing that he finds you immeasurably attractive.”
“Though I would enjoy watching you beat the man of iron to a pulp.” said Loki
while he rises up a hand.
You turn to look at Loki still in his glass cage now smirking sardonically at
you and you shake your head, “Shut up.” You say and return to your task of
trying to open the cell.
And when you still couldn’t activate the door you turn to glower at Loki, “Why
in the Nine am I even bothering with this, just get out of there right now, you
fool.”
This sets both Thor and Tony off with alarm.
“__________, do not do this, do not free him!”
Loki chuckles and disappears from inside the glass cage then goes to stand by
your side. Perhaps he thought that you and he were allies since you came to
“free” him, but he was wrong. Two years can change a person so much, he must
have forgotten just how and what he left you behind to deal with.
“I’m sorry my Prince,” you meant it, “but I have my own orders, I will be by to
collect you later, this I promise. But I must safely secure him first,” Turning
your attention to Loki, you look to take in his appearance, “You’ve gotten
taller and your hair is longer.”
Loki chuckles and takes your hand into his; you could feel the small hairs at
the back of your neck rise at the contact, “Shall we then my dear?”
“Idiot, I am not here to rescue you, you’re my prisoner.”
Loki looks at you then chuckles bemused, “Your prisoner? My dear you don’t have
the audacity to—“
“Sleep,” you say while you wave your hand once across his face, immediately he
falls limp and asleep as you catch him and heft him over your shoulders like a
hunting prize, “Gentlemen,” you say with a curt nod then you use a
transportation spell to take you somewhere safe and hidden from prying eyes.
~*~
It wasn’t a bedchamber of Asgard but the room was suitable enough for the night
at least[4]. Dropping Loki onto the bed you straighten him out to make him
comfortable on the bed. Taking the enchanted item out of your pocket, you then
place it around his neck and re-clasp the chain, you then place the small
golden heart right at the center of his chest then you lean in to whisper
against his temple, “You’ve done me a great and terrible wrong Loki of Asgard
and as long as I live and breathe, I will never let you forget that.”
Loki had look so sweet and vulnerable asleep on the bed, you then start to
think back and reminisce when you were both children and when things had seem
so simple then; a time when you both didn’t have a care in the world and your
only focus was by being content with each other's company.
You suddenly feel lightheaded and wince as the room begins to spin slightly; it
had seemed that the spell you used on Loki wore you down a bit more than you
anticipated. However, the spell should hold him until morning, “You are more
trouble than you’re worth,” you groan and crack your back slightly then make
yourself comfortable on a soft looking chair close to the bed, it welcomes you
with its plushness.
It had happen so quickly that you couldn’t quite remember when exactly you had
fallen asleep.
>>>
“__________? Hey! __________!” Loki waved and then ran toward you in the large
garden.
“Loki, what is it?” you heard yourself asking while a little surprised by his
unsually enthused greeting.
You then see him lifting and presenting something small and golden to you in
his palm. You couldn’t help but ooh and gaze at it; it was really beautiful.
“Will you wear it?” Loki asked with a smile as he presented you with the golden
heart necklace. Your eyes meet and you were greeted with such a bright and
hopeful smile, how in the universe could you resist such a gift? Oh yes… there
was a reason and your own smile faded, your happiness shrinking.
“Shouldn’t you be giving this to someone more worthy?”
“__________ what are you talking about? You are worthy!”
You couldn’t help the blush now coloring your cheeks just as Loki unclasps the
chain and fastens it around your neck. He then lifts your hair to allow the
chain to press against your skin.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You smile up at him, your fingers enclosing around
the tiny golden heart.
“I am most pleased that you’ve accepted my gift, you do know what this means
don’t you?”
“No, what?” you turn up to look at him curiously; the smile on his face once
you both made eye contact causes your heart to hammer dangerously.
“That you are mine and one day you will be my wife.”
>>>
You wake yourself to find Loki still lying in the same position on the bed,
good he hasn’t woken up yet. Wow… that dream though. You had not thought about
that day in ages… could it be the work of the necklace? Was it really that
powerful? Or could it be the combination of the Queen’s own magic and that of
the significance of the necklace working side by side? Whatever it was, it
would have to wait until later.
Quickly changing your attire to what a woman of Midgard would wear[5] you
conjure a bit of parchment and a writing quill from thin air with a wave of
your hand and you scribble a few instructions for the man on the bed. You then
leave the room by transporting yourself outside of the large building when an
enticing smell reaches your nose. You’ve read about the different foods of
Midgard but you never truly tasted them yourself.
Entering the establishment where the smell was coming from, you see a young
woman with a green cap and matching apron tinkering with some sort of flat
black device in her hand, she looked up the moment you were close to the
counter; the young woman smiles, "Good morning! May I help you?"
"Good morning," you say with a polite smile, "could you tell me what that
amazing smell is?"
"Oh!" the young woman blinks and looks behind her at the glass pot of hot black
liquid behind her, "I think that's the coffee, would you like a cup?"
"Yes please,"
At once, the young woman behind the counter started to prepare the steaming
dark drink into a cup with a saucer and sets it down on the counter, "would you
like anything else? We have fresh croissants, blue berry muffins and bagels
too."
"No thank you,"
"Cream and sugar on your right," the young woman smiled and points over to your
right side where there was a smaller counter with condiments for the coffee as
well as napkins, utensils and other things.
"Thank you," you smiled while taking the cup to the second counter adding only
the cream then you take your cup outside on the open patio.
You were about to take a sip from your cup when you were interrupted, "What
have you done to it?"
"Good morrow to you as well Loki," you say over your cup giving it a light blow
before taking a sip. At once the intense flavor of the coffee hits your tongue,
you couldn't help but smile, this was actually a wonderful drink.
"I am not one for being played with __________, now tell me what have you done
to it," he demands once more while gesturing to the trinket around his neck.
"An honesty spell," you say after another sip, "depending on which one of us
wears it, we can neither tell one another lies and neither of us can hear the
lies being said."
He stares at you incredulously while all you do is smile smugly.
"And the memories?"
You frown slightly at the mention of them, "If you have something to feel
guilty about then it's a battle between you and your own consciousness I have
nothing to do with it." Which was true, you did have your suspicions over
whether or not the combination of your magic and the Queen's had anything to do
with triggering the memories of your childhood with Loki.
"Explain to me why my father sent you here. I can understand Thor but why you?"
“Whatever gave you the impression that it was the King who transported me
here?” you ask while setting the cup back down gracefully on its saucer, “Can’t
you think of someone else who wishes for your return?”
“You don’t mean to say my mother sent you?” you could hear the cynicism in his
voice and when you look up to meet his eyes with your own, you could see the
realization in his eyes that you were indeed telling the God of Lies the
absolute truth.
“Aye, she did. Loki, your mother wants you to come home as do I,” reaching out
to run and place your hand over his own cold hand, “please come back with me?”
This was killing you. You were so close to him right now and yet you could do
nothing to stake your lust for revenge on him. Loki must have realized that
there was something suspicious about your actions when he looks straight into
your eyes.
“Do you recall when we first met?” he asked while looking at your hand over
his, “When you said that as long as I held onto your hand that you wouldn’t let
me fall?”
You nod and he looks up at you again, his eyes were now dull almost soulless,
“Where were you when Thor allowed me to fall from the Bifrost?” Letting go of
your hand before you could answer him, Loki rounded over to your side of the
table, his voice vindictive and spiteful.
“Approach me again and I will end you.” He threatened as he towered over you
and a sudden rage fills your heart as you turned your attention up to him, your
eyes locking. You stood up quickly, knocking over the chair you sat in by
allowing it to crash noisily behind you.
“Loki of Asgard,” you address his title formally and clearly, even the
Midgardians began to look over at the two of you some with panicked looks on
their faces others looked annoyed and some interested that there was going to
be a fight between the couple, “is that a challenge?”
You see him blink, “A challenge? Why no, it was not,” he then leans in and
hisses in a harsh whisper, “It is a promise.”
Oh he knew how to tear you apart from the inside with only his words and they
did cut you right to the core, but you wouldn’t allow him to see how it truly
affected you. It was so much easier to be angry than upset.
“Very well,” you sneer then grab at him by the shoulder, “then our battle shall
be a private one.” With that you close your eyes and you transported the two of
you outside of the city.
Pushing him away from you, you watch as he topples over, not expecting to be
transported so quickly, “Exactly how much magic did my mother teach you?” he
asks as he hefted himself up to his feet and stands now facing you; he was two
strides away from you now.
“Enough to use against you if needed or necessary, it is after all an honor to
be chosen by the Queen to be her personal guard,” your body began to glow a
scintillating white light until you felt your Asgardian armor materializing on
your body. Your sword was now resting in its scabbard against your right
shoulder blade. Reaching behind you to grab at the handle, you unsheathed the
long sword and pointed the blade at him in challenge, “Get up.”
"What is this? What are you doing?"
"What do you think this is? You've fought everyone else on this godforsaken
planet and I am sure you and Thor have gone a few rounds before allowing
yourself to be captured,"
"You've gotten quite a violent streak on you since we last saw one another.
__________, can't we just talk about this, for old time's sake?"
He was trying to distract you with that infamous charm of his. But it wasn't
going to work this time, no way no how.
“I didn’t come all this way just to talk,” you find yourself saying, “we shall
fight and I shall defeat you and drag you--broken arse and all--back home.”
“I highly doubt that darling. Now tell me, why did the Allmother hand you such
a foolish request?”
“Her request to bring you home is not a foolish one and she did not ask me as
the Queen but as your Mother,” you say then you added as an after thought, "As
much as I was against coming to get you I had no other choice."
"Why is that?"
"Because I can't be trusted to bring you back home alive," you then begin to
attack him while Loki uses both the now materialized staff in his hand as well
as his magic to block your aggressive attacks.
The two of you continued your adrenaline rushed battle, sharing both bruises,
scratches as well as exhausted limbs. You both continued this way until at last
you knock the staff out of his hand just after he made you drop your sword.
One of your hands gripped at his neck while with the other hand you used to
draw your dagger from your belt and you hover it over his heart, however
something stopped you once you saw the look of realization in his eyes.
Your vision swam with images of your past of you and Loki sharing sweet
innocent moments together. Holding hands, laughing, sparing, sharing meals
together, the stolen glances even the secret smiles when you hoped that no one
was looking...
"Your hand is shaking," he said softly while staring into your eyes.
"Shut up," you hiss and already you can see your vision blurring from the tears
now filling your eyes.
"You can't do it can you? You may say that you want to but you can't do it," he
was mocking you now and you feel a tingling burst of self consciousness buzzing
in the center of your chest.
Even more images flashed through; the feel of the wind in your hair, the deep
greens and blue that contrast the forest; those same colors that match his
eyes... The view of a lake, the shade of a tree, the sound of his voice while
he read to you... The feel of his lips when he gave you your first kiss...
"I SAID SHUT UP!" you scream and you punch him instead.
Climbing off him you retuned your dagger back into the hilt on your belt while
you summoned your sword back to you with a gesture of your hand and you feel
the hilt of it returning to your open palm.
Behind you, you hear Loki cough and laugh, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't do
it!"
"Just because I didn't, doesn't mean I can't or won't!"
"So then why didn't you?"
"I don't know," you genuinely didn't, your heart was at a crossroads for half
of you wanted nothing more than to make him suffer for everything he had put
you through while the other half of you continues to love him and you hold onto
all of the good memories that the two of you have ever shared.
And it was also those good memories that caused your anger to flare when you
turn and look at him, "I could have helped you! I would have done anything for
you if you had asked it of me!”
There was silence between the two of you until Loki responds to your reply,
“The necklace was never really enchanted, was it?”
“I don't even know anymore, but what I do know is that you know more than
anyone else over how powerful words can be,” you watch as he pulls the chain
off his neck and stares at the golden heart in his palm, “and I took full
advantage of that because I knew that I could.”
“You’ve perverted this gift I gave to you; do I mean so very little to you
now?”
“MY BROTHER IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!” you feel the tears rolling down your
cheeks, “My brother!” you pounded your fist to your own chest once at him;
“That night when you brought Laufey into Asgard along with his sentries my
father and brother were standing guard by your father’s bedchamber. You didn’t
care so long as you came out looking like a hero, the one who defeated your
father’s greatest enemy!”
“__________... I’m sorry I didn’t know I—“
“It is too late for apologies,” you cut him off, both your heart and anger were
overshadowing all logical thought for you wanted nothing more than to punish
him. To make him physically hurt the way you were hurting now, “I had also
believed that you were dead so what was there left for me to do? I mourned for
you!” You seethed feeling your blood boiling with anger and frustration, “And
then I come to find that not only were you very much alive but that you were
the cause of my losing everything!” you kick his side and you watch as he
rolled over and curls into himself with a groan.
“You asked why I wasn’t there for you Loki? I have no idea what you could
possibly mean by that because I was always there for you! Even when you flew
off the handle I was always there when you needed me. Now my question to you is
where in the name of Hel was my best friend when I needed him? Oh yes that’s
right, he was too blinded by his ambition and greed with the burning need to
outdo his older brother by lying and cheating his way onto the throne!”
“HE IS NOT MY BROTHER!”
“THEN WAS IT ALL WORTH IT?!” you shouted back with equal volume and you stare
at him, “Was losing me worth it?”
You watch as he now stands before you, beaten and exhausted from your battle
staring at you speechlessly as he watches your tears rolling clear simultaneous
pearls at a time from the corners of your eyes and down your cheeks your lashes
wet with them.
“You’ve shut me out Loki, you were my best friend, my first love and you’ve
left me behind. You’ve kept me in the dark about everything so how do you
expect me to feel? How can I trust your words when all you’ve ever shown me in
these last three years was nothing but malice and pain and tears?”
“Because I was never good enough for you,” he says behind you and you turn
around to look at him, there wasn’t so much as a scratch on him.
“What?!” you asked between his words and the fact that the Loki that you had
been beating had begun to disappear into nothing, you then turn back to him and
glare.
“I WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE!”
“DECIEVER!” you shout and charge for him with your sword when he disappears
again, "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"Always right behind you," he whispers against your right ear and you suddenly
feel something cold pressed against the center of your chest. Looking down you
can see the sharp end of the scepter while the thin misty threads from the
glowing blue center started to lick at your armor.
"Going to kill me Loki?" you asked and you slowly closed your eyes, "Then you
better make it count, you only have one shot."
"No darling, I will not kill you," he purrs against your neck, this takes you
slightly aback.
"But didn't you say--?"
"I will not kill you for I will instead open your mind, it is the only way I
can ensure your safety."
'My safety?' you wonder silently and you feel more tears well up in your eyes,
'Not anymore.'
"Why would you--?" you can feel his influence spreading over your chest,
partially suffocating you until it was as though your body remembered how to
breathe, making you relax.
"I can't lose you again..." his voice sounded so far away; your vision begins
to fade into the darkness of your mind; you were all alone.
You could hear his voice whispering in your ear, telling you what he wanted you
to do, telling you what was expected of you. Obediently you felt your body move
on its own accord and your mouth opened and moved to respond to the voice
currently speaking to you.
It looked and felt like a dream. The things you've seen and the manner of your
movements, it was as though you were walking around in someone elses' body and
you were along for the ride.
"I have something for you," Loki places a silver gauntlet[6] around your right
forearm and you felt the gentle dull buzz of power it gave you, "It was forged
with the same metal as Mjolnir so its magical properties will enhance your own
magic ten times fold and will protect you from most if not all weapons used
against you."
"And once this world is yours," you hear yourself ask while the hand that wore
the silver detailed gauntlet reaches up to gently caress the side of his face,
"what will you do?"
Taking the necklace, Loki magically fixes the broken clasp and places the
jewelry around your neck, the small golden heart glittered back in its rightful
place, "I will make do on the promise I made to you the first time I gave you
this trinket."
"I will hold you to that," you purr while bringing his face down to kiss him
hungrily.
'No! NO! Stop it! This isn't right! It's not supposed to be this way!'
'Isn't this what you've always wanted? What you've desired after all this
time?'
'No! Not like this...'
'No...?'
"We must have a proper reunion," You hear yourself suggest breathlessly while
with a grin on your face, "shall we head back to that bedchamber and be rid of
these clothes?"
'NOOOO!'
"After the war my love," Loki promises with a grin to rival yours and you could
feel his hand cupping the back of your neck, "Right now I need you to do
something for me."
"Anything." you replied sounding like a woman in love.
"You will be my eyes and ears for the time being. You will distract Thor and
his merry band of mortals as well, kill them if you must."
"Why?"
"Because they will ruin everything that has been accomplished so far. And once
they are out of the way we can do as we please, this I promise you."
That sounds like an excellent idea or so you thought to yourself.
'Oh but it is,' you hear Loki's soothing voice, 'trust me...'
~*~
After returning together to the city, both you and Loki stood atop the tallest
structure awaiting the return of its creator: Tony Stark; the man you met on
the giant metal fortress when you first went to collect Loki from the glass
containment.
You wanted to taunt him to call him out, to tell this puny human with whom he
was dealing with and make him bend to your will until he breaks in two. However
you couldn't as much as you wanted to there was something preventing you from
doing so.
'I know you wish to tease him my dear __________,' you hear Loki's voice
whisper with a smile, 'But the man of iron is mine to crush.'
A wave of disappointment washes over you and perhaps Loki was able to sense
that for he turned to look at you, his hand gently cups your cheek.
"My dear, go find my brother and give him as well as his companions a proper
greeting," he suggested with a charming smile as you obediently transport
yourself to another building some odd feet away from the large tower.
The moment that you settled yourself did you see the large blue beam shoot into
the sky; the war was starting in a few moments this world would be Loki's and
yours.
'What...what?'
You were soon distracted by the arrival of Prince Thor as well as another
flying machine. Thor and Loki were both in battle while the flying machine
hovered dangerously close to them; nothing was going to harm Loki, only you
would have the pleasure of touching him. Raising your hand up, you send out a
heated blast from your hand, directly hitting the flying machine and you watch
it begin to spiral out of control toward the ground.
Victory!
With a pleased smile you transport yourself to the ground finding three of the
Prince's mortal companions staring up at the glowing and gaping hole in the
sky, "Beautiful isn't it?" you hear yourself asking them when three sets of
eyes focused on you.
"Ma'am, there's nothing beautiful about this!"
"Steve wait," the red headed woman spoke and held back the man who wore the
blue armor, "That's Loki's girlfriend."
"Pfft when the hell did he have time to find a girlfriend?"
"She's the one that set him free, stupid move if you ask me."
"All I hear are petty words of cowardice, shall we battle?" you say and draw
your sword from behind your back.
"Are all Asgardians this volatile?"
You were just about to answer when you hear the sharp high pitched sound of
mjolnir heading your way when you lift up your gauntlet claded arm to evade the
attack.
It was like the sound of a gong and the back lash of the force from the hammer
pushes you back slightly; lowering her hand you see Thor slightly injured and
staring hard at you.
"Lady __________!" he called with a pant, the bright blues of his eyes had
dulled the moment he saw the manner of your stance; your sword in hand, "Stop
this! Why are you behaving this way?" you could hear the desperation in Thor's
voice.
"Loki must have used the staff on her. She's his puppet now."
'What? Puppet? No... No Loki wouldn't have--! That's not what--!'
"Puppet? Why am I doing this?" you hear your own voice asking.
'What are you waiting for?' Loki's voice whispers inside your head, 'Eliminate
them, they are insignificant.'
"But why?" you wondered when you suddenly felt a splitting headache which makes
you grab at your head and you let out a piercing scream.
'You cannot resist me...'
"Stop it!"
'You are mine!'
"No! I'm not!"
'_________...' Loki's voice whispers your name.
"AHHH!"
You blink your eyes and squint your vision into focus, the colors around you
were saturated far too deeply until at last you were able to see what was what
and who was who.
"__________?" Thor asks hesitantly while peering into your face, "Are you
yourself once more?"
That was when it all came flooding back to you, "I'm going to kill him..." you
say softly as the rage you've felt before sparked anew in your blood and your
hands balled into tight fists at your sides.
"What?"
"I'm going to kill him! I'm going to rip off his skin and use it as a rug for
my fireplace!" you growl as a series of torturous thoughts began to flood your
mind, "I'm going to pound him into pudding. I'm going to gouge out his eyes!
I'm going to--!" you then make a frustrated growl.
"Yeah we get it, you want to kill him," said the man dressed in black who
equippted himself with arrows, "So what's the deal with these guys? We take 'em
out or what?"
"We do it as a team," spoke the man in blue.
"I have unfinished business with Loki." said Prince Thor rather
authoritatively.
"Oh yeah? Get in line," the man with the arrows spoke again while preparing his
bow.
"If anyone has unfinished business with Loki, it would be me," you say while
reaching out for your fallen sword, the hilt flies into your hand anew.
At once the man dressed in blue, you later find out his name to be Steve, began
to speak orders giving all of you something to do but you had no time for this,
"Unlike most of you, I can at least do this," with a snap of your fingers you
easily transport yourself back to the large tower where you and Loki had been
standing side by side earlier, "Let's see what have we here," you hear yourself
ask out loud and head for the large blue glowing projector.
Reaching out toward the blue transparent sphere, you could feel the burn of the
powerful energy rebounding on the force you were trying to press upon it,
"Blast it all," you say through gritted teeth as you try again to penetrate the
barrier so that you could extract the cube.
You had been about to reach further toward the center, your fingertips barely
grazing the flat surface when you were thrown back by the force of the
Tesseract. The energy was fighting back against you and it had thrown you off
the side rail of the balcony. You fell a good twenty feet from the ledge and
you landed hard onto the ground. When you came to, you were greeted by the
large backside of the green monster.
“Puny god…” growled the monstrous green beast who stomped away but not before
looking at you prior to exiting the room.
Looking at the ruined floor your eyes widened as you see Loki lying in to
rubble of the floor. He seemed to be too stunned to say or do anything
including moving. At once you realized what must have happened and you walk
into the room while wearing a triumphant smirk.
Squatting down close to him he looks up at you pathetically, “You deserved that
and more,” you could no longer suppress your glee and your face breaks out into
a smile then a giggle, “Though I must say I’m rather disappointed that I missed
it,” you smile genuinely now, “Perhaps there will be a repeat performance? By
the look of him I do believe he would be more than agreeable to indulge me. Now
while I'm here I suppose I can get this over with,” reaching behind you, you
take a pair of a golden set of cuffs which were created to magically suppress
Loki’s power.
You held them up at him to show him exactly what you had in mind; his eyes
widened, “No, no, no!”
“Now my darling, be a good boy and hold still for me as I bind you.” you
countered with a grin of satisfaction.
Securing him both quickly and easily, you bind his wrists then you take up the
muzzle from a pouch you carried at your side and place it easily over his
mouth, “Oh you look absolutely divine, like sweet little pet.”
He glares at you while trying his hardest to say something and it causes you to
frown, “Oh,” you shake a finger at him, “we must not say anything rude, that’s
a bad pet,” you chide and lift him up to a sitting position by the thick chains
of the cuffs, "As much as I would love more than anything than to stay here and
use you the same way you used me, you are going to be a good boy and wait here
for me right here. I have to make myself useful and help your brother clean up
the mess you've made."
"Mmrrppphhh!" Loki muffles and stares at you with glaring eyes.
"Now that IS a look," you smirk and grip his chin in your palm so that you
force him to look up at you, "don't worry pet, we will have plenty of time
before I turn you over to the King and trust me when I say that you are going
to wish that the monster had killed you especially with the torture I have in
mind,"
Taking your leave from the large broken room, you teleport yourself to the
ground again to help fight off as many of the Chitauri as you could with the
others that is until you see a large flying object that looked similar to a
spear, there was also a small crimson, golden person redirecting the flying
spear.
"What is he doing?" you asked Steve who stopped to watch as Tony aimed the
white spear into the gaping dark hole in the sky and disappeared.
Minutes passed when suddenly the Chitauri drop to the ground some
simultaneously and others one by one until they were all dead. He did it. The
man of Iron did it! But where was he?
"Close the hole," said Steve when you turn to look at him.
"But the man of Iron has not returned! We cannot close the portal just yet! The
Chitauri are dead, there is nothing escaping that portal now!"
"We can't take that chance! Natasha close it now."
The moment the portal was closed did you see a crimson object-- no a body
falling out of the sky, you felt your heart clench in your chest and a
jubilated rise seeing that Tony had made it out of the portal.
"He's not stopping."
Just as you were about raise your hands to stop him from falling did the
monstrous green giant fly from out of nowhere and catches the crimson body
until he settled back down onto the road and in the center of all of you. Thor
bends over to remove the golden tinted mask while Steve hovers over the fallen
man to check if he was breathing.
"Is he dead?" you ask as seconds go by and Tony still remained motionless on
the ground; until the beast releases a roar that not only causes you to jump
with surprise but Tony as well.
"What happened? Please tell me that no one kissed me." the panic in his voice
causes you to chuckle, he turned to look at you, "Except for you, you're more
than okay."
"We stopped the invasion," Steve smiled, a look of relief on his face.
"We did? Yay! Way to go guys! Hey there's a Shawarma place down the street I
have no idea what it is but I want to go try it."
"Victory party's gonna have to wait, we still have one more thing we need to
clean up after."
Upon returning to what was left of Stark Tower you all find Loki just as you
had left him, tied and bound until he sees you and starts to muffle numerous
somethings behind his mask.
"Is that your doing?" Tony asked looking over at you which you acknowledged
your reply with a shrug and a nod, "Not bad."
Then with a short exhausted sigh you turn to look at Prince Thor, “May we
return to Asgard now?”
"Indeed," the Thunderer said in accordance to your words, "There is now plenty
that needs to be repaired the moment of our return."
…
Chapter End Notes
     Number Bullets:
      
     [1] Can_I_Have_This_Kiss_Forever - Enrique Iglesias & Whitney Houston
     [2] Tear_You_Apart - She Wants Revenge
     [3] You as a bird
     [4] The room you transport Loki to.
     [5] The outfit you wear.
     [6] Your gauntlet.
***** Bad Company *****
Chapter Summary
     Can friendship and love truly survive after a Lifetime of pain,
     suffering and lies?
Chapter Notes
     A/N: So FINALLY I finished this chapter, it took what felt like
     forever to finish but it's finally done. I had to watch Thor: The
     Dark World like a million times so I can get inspiration to finish
     this chapter and a fair warning this chapter is LONG and I do mean
     long, it's like 12K words which for me that many words in ONE
     chapter? Damn.
     Anyway hope you enjoy! :)
     1] Can_I_Have_This_Kiss_Forever - Enrique Iglesias & Whitney Houston
     [2] Bad_Company - Five Finger Death Punch
Lifetime
“Could I hold you for a lifetime? Could I look into your eyes? Could I have
this night, to share this night together? Could I hold you close beside me?
Could I hold you for all time? Could I, could I have this kiss forever…”[1]
~*~
Chapter 5: Bad Company[2]
"I have brought him home as promised my Lord," you say loudly the moment you
reached the foot of the large throne where Odin sat proudly, you then turned to
bow respectfully at Queen Frigga who stood onto your left, "my Lady," you spoke
gently then handed the large heavy chain where you were were dragging Loki
from, to one of the many guards who escorted the pair of you down the stretch
of the throne room.
Stepping aside without looking at the chained man you walked to take your place
back next to the Queen's right side.
"Loki," Frigga called her son's name kindly.
"Hello mother," Loki spoke softly as he turned to look at the Allmother and
smiled kindly, "have I made you proud?"
"Please, don't make this worse..."
"Define 'worse'."
"Enough!" Odin spoke loud enough to make the sound echo throughout the vast
room, "I shall speak to the prisoner alone,"
With that you escort the Queen out of the throne room and away from both prying
eyes and ears. It was only until then that she spoke freely with you, "Do you
believe the Allfather will spare him?"
"I cannot say my Lady," you speak respectfully, "Loki has committed so many
crimes and broken so many of the rules the Allfather had placed in order to
ensure that peace is kept between worlds. If it is the King's rule that Loki
will be set to die--"
"Is that what you believe __________?" she now turned to look at you, sadness
had filled her eyes.
With a soft sigh you shake your head, "If it is to be the King's choice, I
doubt that he would sentence his own son to death. Otherwise he would have
allowed Loki to perish all those years ago when he was a babe."
Frigga smiles and places her hand on your shoulder, "Well said," the Queen
turns on her heel once more and you follow her stride, "I have yet another task
for you to fulfill,"
An ominous dread began to spread over your chest while the Queen began to tell
you in full detail of this new task she had just for you.
~*~
It was true that the King had spared Loki's life but the Allfather had
sentenced his youngest son to a lifetime of imprisonment. He was to be hidden
and forgotten behind locked doors and down in the darkness. Your feet quickly
carried you toward the dungeon ward while the various guards who stood by
watched you carefully; you chose to ignore their stares.
Coming by the first cell on your left on the ground floor is where you find
Loki, who was reclining on a lounge seat with a book in one hand while his
other hand was balled into a fist, his cheek resting upon it.
"Of all those that I have offended, I never thought you would be the first one
to come visit me."
“This is not a visit, I had to see for myself with my own eyes that the King
had spared you,” you partially lied, you were not there for that.
"As you can see I am now well contained," he spoke, his eyes still on the pages
of his book, "why are you here? Do you feel sorry for me?"
“No, I will not feel sorry for you for being in here. In fact I am glad of it.
It is where you deserve to be for everything that you’ve done and everything
that you could do.”
“You wouldn’t be talking to me like this had it not been for this gilded cage
of mine,”
You couldn’t help it but you laughed, you genuinely and openly laughed at him,
“Loki I am not afraid of you whether you look at me with those sea colored eyes
or through blood red ones,” you see a small jolt on the muscles of his cheek
when you subtly mention his Jotunn heritage, “because I know how you are.”
“Think you have me all figured out then?” he sneered, you could tell he was
trying to ignore you by the manner of how he held his book then turns the
pages, not even he could read that quickly.
“You have changed me, I wasn’t always like this,” you admit as you stare at his
enchanting face, his eyes then raise to meet your (e/c) ones; eyes which now
reminded you of colored glass, “you are toxic, you are poison, you are
disgusting and manipulative,” it had hurt you to say such things to him, but
how can you deny your anger toward someone you love? Toward the man you would
always love. Things were never easy between the two of you anyway.
“If you find me to be so appalling, then why are you still here?” he snapped
and closed his book with a loud slam!
“Because I’ve come to look into the eyes of the monster that destroyed my
life.” You hissed and watched as Loki rose up from his place and changed into
his Jotunn form expecting you to cringe with fear.
“IS THIS THE MONSTER YOU SEEK?!” he bellowed and glared at you with unfamiliar
red eyes, you hate to admit it but even in his true form, Loki was still just
as enchanting as if he were looking at you with his ocean eyes.
“Tch,” you snorted and smile sardonically, “those crimson eyes do not belong to
the monster I am familiar with. The monster I know has eyes the same color as
the unrepentant sea.”
"Why are you really here?" he continued to glare while he changed back.
You transport yourself into his cell and turned both of your hands palm side
up. A tray with food materializes from your now upturned hands and you
presented it to him, "Your mother asked me to bring this to you."
He looks at the tray then back up at you, “Must you do everything my mother
asks of you?”
“If it is her will, then yes I am honor bound to do so.” You place the tray
over the small writing desk in his cell, “Eat before your food gets cold, I
shall return later for the filthy dishes.”
“So in the end you eventually became someone’s Wet Nurse after all.” You felt
your stomach drop to the floor at his words and you turn to glare at him.
“I hate this just as much as you do. Believe me when I say that my desire for
your demise is greater than anything I’ve ever felt towards another living
being. There is nothing that you can say or nothing that you can do to make up
for the treason you’ve shown me and my family. I promise you that the debt that
you owe me will not be forgotten.” You meant every word that falls from your
lips and Loki knew that for he continued to stare as though he couldn’t believe
that the things you just said came from your own mouth.
Transporting yourself out of his cell you turn without giving him a second look
and while walking briskly away your heart further hammered from your encounter.
~*~
"You're distracted my Lady," Fandral spoke not in his usual cocky manner but
with that of friendly concern, "are you well?"
It had been several weeks later since your return to Asgard and you were now on
the sparring grounds with Fandral who was your partner at the moment.
"Aye," you say while you rolled your neck and shoulders, you feel your joints
pop from the movement while you practice a swing with your long sword before
facing the blond man anew, "again."
"If you so wish it my Lady," there was that arrogant Swordsmith again and you
charge for him, your thoughts wandered again to that of Loki when Fandral
knocks your sword so easily out of your hand and pointed the end of his close
to your nose, "Admit it, you are distracted." he pulled back then retrieves
your weapon for you, he handed it back by the hilt.
"I will admit I do have a weight on my mind," you sigh, the two of you head
inside for a refreshment of cool water and sit at a table.
"Tell me?" Fandral had been kind to you these last couple of years almost to
the point that there had been moments where you could share secrets with him
and he with you.
"It's about Loki," you say and immediately you saw the reaction on the blond
man's face, "what?"
"Don't tell me that you're still soft hearted over the trickster..."
You feel your face heat up automatically; you had to admit that these last few
weeks of bringing Loki his meals had indeed put things into perspective.
Although he still acted proud and remorseless for the horrors he had committed
in the recent years, you still couldn't help but hoped that, in time, he would
be his old self again. That his hungry ambition to be King was just a phase he
would eventually grow out of.
"Well I--"
"__________, no..."
"I can't help it!" you argued while trying to get him to understand, "Queen
Frigga asked me to do this for her because she trusts me, you haven't seen him,
he's gotten quite docile now that he's grounded."
"You know," Fandral started while reaching for your hand to take it into his,
"there are other options."
"What are you getting at?"
"There are other men," he teases and brings your hand up to his lips to place
gentle kisses on your knuckles.
You make a sound of disgust and pulled your hand away from him, "Fandral you
must be joking if you think I will give you so much as a side ways glance,"
"You've done so in the past," he smiled charmingly while taking in both your
expression and reaction.
You felt your cheeks heat at that, it was true that once you as well had found
the blond Swordsmith attractive and upon occasion he had caught you staring at
him, it was not the same thing as to what he was implying, "That isn't the same
thing," you huff then get up from the table, "and I don't have time for this,
I've got to head for the kitchen." you say dismissively and you begin to make
your way toward the kitchens to prepare Loki his meal tray.
Fandral waited until you were almost out of the door way when he called your
name, "__________," this caused you to stop, "you know where to find me if you
change your mind,"
"Don't hold your breath, Swordsmith." you sneer and proudly made your way out
of the room.
~*~
"Do you ever regret sharing your magic with him?"
It was later that same day, evening had befallen the kingdom and you heard the
familiar tenor of Thor's voice the moment you've returned to the Queen's
chambers to give her your report on Loki. You couldn't help but overhear the
conversation between mother and son.
"No, you and your father cast large shadows, I had hoped that by sharing my
gifts with Loki that he could find some sun for himself."
Thor chuckled and continued, "I admire your optimism, your com--" as he
slightly turned he had noticed your presence behind them and greeted you with a
quiet smile. The Queen as well turned with an expectant smile on her face. It
seemed as though she had wanted you to hear their conversation, you said
nothing on the subject.
"Welcome home Prince Thor," you greeted him politely, "I'm glad to see you've
returned safely," you now look to your Queen and bow, "my Lady,"
"You've delivered the tray to Loki?"
"Of course my Queen, I never leave a task nor a request unfinished."
You see from the corner of your eye the manner of how Thor looked to his
mother, "And you have food catered to him as well?"
"Ask the guards once more, I was never there," Frigga countered then smiles at
the two of you.
"My Lady Queen is there anything else that you wish of me?"
"No my dear, now that my eldest son is home at last, I will rest much easily
tonight. You may go, I shall see you tomorrow."
"As you wish my Queen," you say with a smile and a bow and just as you were
about to go did you hear Thor call your name.
"Lady __________? Wait," you feel his hand around your arm.
"Yes Prince Thor?" you asked as you turned and looked up at him with concern.
"Might you accompany me to dinner tonight?"
How could you deny that invitation? With a much easier smile you nod and
slightly bow your head to him, "Of course my friend, I would be delighted!"
~*~
"...cracking under the strain I threw the beast off! But six more beat me to
the ground, crushing my blade as if it was paper." You were all sitting around
a vast wooden table enjoying a warm dinner, fine ale and one of Volstagg's many
adventurous stories; his stories were so famous in fact a group of curious
children decided to join in to listen, "Oh! Come here, you're missing the best
part!" once he settled a young girl onto his knee, he furrowed his eyebrows
with confusion, "...where was I?"
"You were surrounded," said Thor who sat to your left.
"Tackled by eight," you added while you raised your tankard of ale to your lips
and winked at Thor knowingly; he smiled then turned to watch Volstagg continue
his story.
"Oh yes! Eight of the most vile criminals the Nine Realms have ever produced.
To our left, savage beasts with fangs like knives! To our right, soldiers of
fortune, their blades dripping with blood. And who was there to face the horde
but Fandral the Dashing..."
"I was!" shouted Fandral who raised his pint with his free hand, the other was
occupied by holding close one of his usual girls.
"Hogun the Grim and Volstagg the..."
"Voluminous?" suggested the other of Fandral's lady companions.
"Fat?" Fandral suggested himself.
"Full bodied?" you added with a smirk.
Laughter surrounded the table at the suggestions until finally the large ginger
man answered, "Invincible!"
"Ahhh..." you say and you take another sip of your ale.
"I don't mind telling you, I feared for Thor's life."
"Why was he ill?"
More laughter ensued.
"But with steely courage, intrepid spirit and an axe, victory was ours!"
The room cheered while Volstagg took a long drink from his tankard.
"Truly a tale for the ages." Thor smiled and raised his pint.
"Indeed," you agree while raising your glass as well, "it keeps changing more
and more each time I hear it," the second part you say quietly for Thor to
hear, his smile you noticed became much more at ease and less forced.
Good, that was at least a start.
"No doubt he'll be telling it that long as well," Fandral added while about to
take a sip from his own pint.
"Another!" Volstagg called just as he smashed his tankard to the floor as did
the many around your table who cheered in unison.
You didn't care much for it, it only added more work to the serving women to
clean up after and you suddenly thought of your mother. Perhaps tomorrow after
your rounds with the Queen you would take time to stop by the kitchen and have
a meal with her properly.
"A penny for your thoughts, my friend?" Thor asks as you turned to look at him,
you smile and shake your head.
"I was just thinking of my mother," you admitted while looking down into your
pint, "I haven't spent much time with her as of late, I was also thinking of
sitting down to have a meal with her like I used to. I long for the warmth and
scent of her kitchen."
The Prince smiled fondly at your words and you feel his hand on your shoulder,
"I am sure your mother would be most pleased to see you. How's your father?"
"He's well, simply taking it one day at a time," you smile as your thoughts now
drifted to your father, "He's one to also tell extravagant stories as well, my
favorite is about how he and my brother took on the bilgesnipe beast,"
"Oh? How does it go?"
You had opened your mouth to tell the elaborate tale you had heard so many
times as a child when the image of Viggo's face entered your mind you stop and
instead finished off the ale in your cup.
"I could never tell it properly, I never get the details right anyway," you
chuckled and wave at one of the servant girls for a bowl of spiced soup before
readdressing Thor again, "though if you were to join me and my parents one time
I'm sure my father would favor you with the tale." you smiled at him to conceal
your sudden nostalgic mood.
"Yes I suppose he would, eh pardon me my friend I shall see you tomorrow?" Thor
gets up while leaving his empty tankard behind.
"Of course, until tomorrow." you echo until your attention was now caught by
the warm spicy smell of the soup placed in front of you. Minutes passed and
already you were on your second bowl when you feel a shifting weight on the
bench next to you.
"How do you do it?" you hear Sif's soft urgent voice on your right side; oh
no...
"How do I do what?" you asked casually and take another sip of soup.
"You know what."
"With Thor?" you lick your lips and shrug nonchalantly, "That's easy we're
friends, it's not that big of a deal." you then take some bread from the center
of the table and dip it into the hearty red broth. Mmm...
"Well what do you talk about?"
Here we go... she was trying so desperately to win both his attentions and
affections but how could she? What with that mortal as well as other important
things to occupy Thor's mind? Perhaps it would be best to be direct with her,
woman to woman.
You swallow the bit of food in your mouth before addressing her again, "Sif, he
has a lot on his mind I can tell. The last thing he needs is someone easily
throwing themselves at him."
"You speak as though you know what he needs," Seriously? Why was she acting
like a jealous girlfriend.
"Well, why do you think he asked me to escort him to dinner and not you?" you
snip back at her while turning your body to face her from where you sat.
You see the manner of how her eyes widened and her cheeks were now a blotchy
pink of embarrassment though you continued speaking, "Look Sif, unless by some
miracle Thor happens to forget about the mortal he fell deeply in love with, I
suggest not waiting for him."
"You dare lecture me?" you could hear the outrage in her voice, "You know very
well what one sided affection feels like! Perhaps you should heed your own
advice in terms of waiting for things to change."
"If you are referring to Loki, then allow me to explain something. The
difference between the relationship that I had with him versus the relationship
that you have with Thor, is that in my case Loki reciprocated my affections.
You keep pressuring Thor the way you are now and he will never look your way."
"So what do you suggest?"
"Live your life Sif, even if Thor can only play the part as your friend and
fellow warrior on the battle field ." now that the desire to finish your meal
left a sudden bitter taste in your mouth you get up and you had decided to
retire for the rest of the evening.
"So you mean to say that even if you have obtained the one you love into your
life, it wouldn't give you some sort of satisfaction or happiness?"
You meet Sif's steady gaze as the words flowed out of your mouth without a
second thought or hesitation, "I don't need a man to make me happy, I make my
own happiness. Goodnight Sif."
~*~
"So this is the famous Jane Foster?" you asked with a smile and a small bow,
"What a pleasure,"
The following day was when things had started to go into motion, what with Thor
making a quick travel to Midgard and bringing back the one mortal that would
change everything.
"Jane this is Lady __________, she is my mother's personal guard and one of my
oldest and dearest friends,"
"Prince Thor you flatter me," you snort and playfully punch his arm, "you've
also forgotten to mention how I managed to whip you for years before you've
acquired Mjolnir."
"Aye tis true!" he chuckled and ruffled your hair affectionately; you laughed.
"You guys seem so comfortable with each other," you hear the young mortal say a
bit sadly, "I'm actually kinda jealous."
"Fret not Lady Jane," you say trying your best to assure her, "I am not the one
that holds a torch for Prince Thor,"
Jane slightly cocks her head at your words while little did you know, Thor was
staring hard at you, "Oh?"
"Indeed! Her name is Lady S--mmrrph!" your reply was cut short when Thor
clapped a hand around your mouth.
"Do pardon us Jane, mother, but Lady __________, and I have a few things that
we must discuss," he said with a growl as you could see his anger flare in
those usually cool blue eyes of his; you began to dread the worst especially
while he dragged you off to share those "few things".
Wiggling out of his grasp you glared at him, "What was that for?!"
"How dare you say such lies to Jane?"
"Lies? Forgive me if I'm wrong my Prince but isn't it quite obvious that Sif
harbors romantic interests in you?"
Thor didn't say anything; ah, so he did know... you continued, "Perhaps it
would be in everyone's best interests that you let the woman down easy and to
avoid stringing her along so much."
"And what of you and Fandral?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is it not prudent to follow your own advice?" Where have you heard that
before?
"My Prince," you give him an incredulous look, "I can assure you that there is
nothing between the Swordsmith and I. And even if there was something it would
be absolutely one sided."
"Then why does it upset you?"
"What makes you think I am upset?"
"You have this odd look on your face and simply because I know you too well."
he gives you a knowing little smile.
"You think you have me all figured out?" you suddenly think of Loki who some
time ago spoke those exact same words to you. Blushing slightly you
straightened yourself and give him a pointed look, "Besides, you are being far
too cheeky, m'lord,"
"Now you are being cruel..."
Thor hated when you called him "m'lord" he had mentioned long ago that by the
manner of how you always addressed him as such, it had always sounded forced
and slightly condescending.
"If we've quite finished then perhaps we should return to your mother and Lady
Jane?"
"Aye, it would be most wise..." he agreed and followed you back to the two
women who waited for you.
Time passes until you could hear a dull explosion from far away; suddenly
flashbacks from three years ago began to flood your memory and you felt your
stomach drop to the ground.
"The Prisons..." Queen Frigga spoke just as the four of you saw the rising
white cloud eminating from the prison ward.
"Loki!"
"Go, we will look after her,"
You see the expression on Jane's face as she watched Thor fly off with Mjolnir
in hand, "Amazing isn't he?" you whispered close to the young woman who turned
to stare at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks; she was adorable, it made
you grin.
The three of you walked quickly into the large golden palace until you all met
with Odin who was leading a squadron of guards whilst giving them orders.
"Odin!"
"Frigga!" he greeted her then looks to you then finally at Jane, "It's a
skirmish, you have nothing to fear."
"You've never been a very good liar," Frigga smiled knowingly when the
Allfather looks to you again.
"Take and secure the Queen and the girl to the Queen's chambers, I will come
for them when it's safe."
"Understood my Lord," you answer with your fist over shoulder.
"Take care," Frigga places her hand lovingly upon her husband's shoulder.
"Despite all I have survived, my Queen still worries over me." he replied while
caressing her cheek fondly before departing her side.
You smiled at their exchange, "It's only because I worry over you that you have
survived," your smile breaks out into a full grin as you begin to escort the
two women toward the Queen's chambers as Odin had suspected you to do, but you
knew better the moment the three of you turned a corner.
While taking a long sword from behind one of the passing guards, the Queen
began to whisper to both you and Lady Jane, "Listen to me now, I need you to do
everything I ask, no questions,"
"Always my Lady," you say obediently with small nod of your head.
"Yes, ma'am," echoed Jane between the two of you.
“__________, you will take Jane to my chambers and guard her there, she will be
safe with you.”
“Yes my Queen but what of you?” Despite her request at "no questions" you
always questioned her and she knew that.
“I will be alright and keep the enemy at bay.”
“Are you certain that is wise my Queen? I can easily have Lady Jane secured and
come back for—“
“No __________, that will not be necessary,” she interrupts you as well as
dismisses you, you still didn’t feel right about leaving her alone and
unguarded.
With a silent bow you quickly escort Lady Jane to the Queen’s chambers where
you made sure the room was secured before turning to the mortal, “Lady Jane I
will ask you to stay here until I return with Queen Frigga,”
“But isn’t that going against what she asked you to do?”
You glance over at her and smile kindly, “I love the Queen as dearly as I love
my own mother, wouldn’t you do the same in order to ensure that she survives?”
Jane sat quietly in her chair and nods just as you were about to leave when
Jane stops you again, “But how are you going to make sure she doesn’t see you?”
You smile and raise a finger to your lips just as you disappear; making
yourself invisible you then hurry swiftly out of the room while locking the
door behind you. Your feet quickly carry you to the main room where you had
left the Queen; she had just gotten herself captured by the two creatures: the
Dark Elf and his beastly horned minion.
"WITCH!" the Dark Elf growled and slowly walked toward her, "Where is the
Aether?"
"I'll never tell you," she spoke defiantly and you suddenly developed a new
admiration for your Queen.
"I believe you."
Just before the horned beast plunges his sword into the Queen did you
rematerialize out of thin air from behind the beast, grab him by the horns and
snap his neck. You watched as his arms go limp at his sides; dropping both the
sword and the Queen to the floor, his knees buckled and he topples over onto
his side dead. Your eyes then look up at the menacing dark elf who stares at
you stoically as a slow and smug smile lifts your lips until the Dark Elf says
something which causes the beast to rise to his feet once more.
Shit.
Taking the small dagger you carry on the side of your hip you hold it up
defensively while with one hand you reach behind you to draw your sword and
held it up while shielding your Queen from the dangers of the beast now
approaching you.
The beast itself stares at you with demonic blue eyes until it draws back its
large clawed hand to swipe at you but you hold your ground upon impact, bracing
your feet and holding up both your sword and dagger against the heavy
appendage.
Your arms begin to shake at the stoutness pressing its weight down upon you,
until the beast growls and knocked both your sword and dagger out of your
trembling hands. You gasp and try to reach for your weapons when the beast
grabs you by the neck and lifts you up. You were choking and gagging and you
could feel the clawed hand he had on you starting to burn at your skin like
fire.
Right before you met with oblivion did you feel your sword back in your hand
and you plunge the sharp bottom half of the hilt into the beast's right eye as
hard as you could hoping to get him right before he killed you; the beast
releases a pained howl and dropped you.
Coughing you get up once more until you hear a roar like shout followed by a
bolt of lightning shooting over and strikes at the dark elf against his face.
Thor came charging in along with Odin as the King rushes over to his Queen and
the Prince runs after the Dark Elf who had been pushed back at the impact of
the lightening and was bracing himself against the balcony.
The beast then forgets about you and heads for his master whom he grabbed and
lifted as they both plunge over the edge of the stone balcony, you then watched
as both figures fly away on their large ominous looking ship. Thor even went as
far as throwing Mjolnir at them to try and knock them off their flying device
but they had then vanished.
“Frigga, are you alright?” Odin asks while helping his wife to her feet, Frigga
seemed winded though she was alright.
Thor turned to you, graciousness and admiration now shinned in his blue eyes,
“Lady __________, I thank you for saving my mother’s life. Had you not been
here she could have—“
You shake your head and grab at his shoulder, you then offer him a smile, “Best
not think of unpleasant circumstances my Prince,” your voice rasped, your eyes
widened at the sound you produced and you grabbed at your throat where you felt
the burnt bits of skin and you stared up at him with alarm, “does it look bad?”
you rasped once more then uncovered your hand from your neck.
You see Thor’s eyes scan at your skin then looked back up into your eyes and
then offered you a smile, “Nothing that the Healers can’t easily mend, allow me
to escort you to them, for it is the very least I can do.”
“__________?” Queen Frigga calls to you, “Where is Jane?”
“Lady Jane is safely secured in your chambers just as you requested my Queen.”
You then turn to Thor and nod at him, “You should go to her my Prince, I will
be alright I know where the Healing rooms are,” you turn and walk toward your
King and Queen, bow to them properly and excuse yourself while heading to the
Medical Wing.
~*~
"A word with Lady __________ if I may?" it had been some time later, after you
had left Queen Frigga with King Odin when Thor comes to find you again.
"Yes of course Prince Thor," spoke the young Healing maiden who tended to you
and leaves the two of you alone.
"How are you feeling?"
"It could have been a lot worst," you say, your throat sounded a lot worst than
it felt yet the healing process was already starting especially with the tea
that you were given to soothe your throat.
"Do your wounds still ache?"
"I will be alright, nothing a few days of this salve and some rest wouldn't
do," you smiled at him to show that you were alright, however his eyes
continued to linger at your throat, "What's the matter?"
"I know I would be asking you too much at this time my friend, but I am in need
of your assistance and I know that you can be trusted,"
"Of course Thor, what is it that you need?" you rasp softly, your voice still
under the healing affects.
As he began to fill you in on the details of his plan you suddenly wished that
you had not say that you were feeling quickly on the mend. Oh no, of all the
insane schemes that Thor had thought of in the past, this one took the whole
cake.
You now had a lot of work to do and most of it was to make sure everything fell
into place starting with the man you assisted in sending to prison; Loki.
It was shortly after this encounter that a ceremony to remember the dead that
had fallen that very day commenced. Soldiers, prisoners and the like were given
a proper farewell to the heavens, it was just as painfully beautiful as the one
that was held for your brother and the soldiers that fell almost three years
ago.
A little after the ceremony you were given the task to escort the Queen as well
as Lady Jane to the Queen's chambers to watch other them dutifully, you knew
that with this threat of not only the Aether falling into the wrong hands but
that the Dark Elves threatened the life of the Queen of Asgard; the Allfather
was furious.
Speaking of the King, he at the moment was in the throne room gathering intel
with his most trusted discussing about the damage of the shields which had once
surrounded the palace when needed be.
"We are still unable to restore the palace shields, our artillery cannot detect
them. Even Heimdall cannot see them," Fandral spoke, explaining the excessive
damage the enemy had brought upon the world eternal, "My King," the swordsmith
nervously licked his lips, "We are but defenseless."
Heavy footfalls could be heard as Thor stood at the bottom step before the
remains of where the once large golden throne resided, Odin looked upon his
son, "So she is your prisoner now?"
"Leave us," the Allfather spoke while the warriors bowed before departing
leaving both father and son alone.
"I do not wish to fight with you,"
"Nor I with you but I intend to pursue Malekith."
Odin slowly shook his head and began to walk the long way toward the doors of
the throneroom, "We possess the Aether, Malekith will come to us."
"Yes and he will destroy us," Thor insisted, his feet falling after those of
his father.
"You overestimate these creatures powers."
"No," Thor argued, "I value our people's lives."
At that Odin stopped and Thor continued on, "I will take Jane to the Dark World
and draw the enemy away from Asgard. When Malekith pulls the Aether away from
Jane it will be exposed and vulnerable! Then I will destroy it and him."
"And if you fail," Odin turns toward his son, "you risk this weapon falling
into the hands of our enemies. The risk is far greater than if we do nothing."
"But his ship could be over us right now and we would never even know it!"
"And if he comes his men will fall on 10,000 Asgardian blades."
"And how many of our men shall fall on theirs?!"
"AS MANY AS NEEDED!"
Thor stared at his father in disbelief while Odin sighs unable to bear the look
his son was giving him, "We will fight!" the Allfather continued, "Till the
last Asgardian breath, till the last drop of Asgardian blood."
"Then how are you different from Malekith?"
Odin chucked, "The difference my son, is that I will win!" Thor watches his
father depart while he now became more than determined to fall through with his
own plan all he needed was to enlist a little more help.
~*~
The two of you headed quickly toward Loki's cell moments after the conversation
between the six of you which had been also after Thor came to collect you to
fill you in on what was needed to be done. Jane would be brought to you both
later. Frigga, not having known of Odin's plans had been more than willingly
helpful in distracting him for what Thor had in mind.
You however, had that feeling somewhere deep inside your soul that something
momentus was going to happen.
>>>
"What I'm about to ask of you is treason of the highest order. Success will
bring us exile and failure shall mean death. Malekith knew the Aether was here,
he could sense its power. Is we do nothing he will come for it again but this
time he will lay waste to Asgard. So we must move Jane off-world."
There were six of you in the room; Thor, Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, Heimdall and
yourself; Thor had been explaining the earlier encounter with the King and what
he had planned if and when Malekith would return for the Aether, "The Bifrost
has been shut down and the Tesseract locked away in the vault," he continued
cautiously while looking upon each of his most trusted allies, you knew what he
was going to say, after all he had approached you first, "There are other paths
off Asgard. Ways only known to a few. One Actually."
You saw the look in Volstagg's eyes as he realized to whom the Prince had been
referring to, "No."
You shifted uncomfortably and let out a small sigh, you then felt four pairs of
eyes on you, "You mean you knew?"
"It's only obvious to whom Thor is referring to," you rolled your eyes and
crossed your arms over your chest.
"You know he can't be trusted."
"Yes I know," Thor nodded solemnly, his hands folded over the table.
"Which is why I will be going with him to collect Loki," you say to which you
could see the manner of how Fandral looked at you.
"He will betray you," the Swordsmith was ever so kind to point out.
"He will try."
"Well what then? Your lovely mortal is being guarded by a legion of Einherjar
who will see you coming from miles away."
"Actually," you interrupted, "she's not, it only appears that way."
"You don't mean--"
"I won't be the one who comes for her, she will be brought to me." Thor now
turns to look at Sif who's eyes widened when silently given the task to collect
Jane for him.
"And what of the Allfather?" Heindal inquired, "It is my sworn duty to notify
him of crimes against the throne."
"Then you will inform him of said crimes and stop him however you can."
"Assuming you can get Loki's help, and you can free this mortal what good will
it do? We'll all be dead the minute we step one foot outside the palace."
"That my friend, is why we won't be leaving by foot."
>>>
"Thor, after all this time and now you come to visit me, why?"
Both you and Thor said nothing, your eyes and the top half of your face were
hidden under your hood, all you could see were Loki's legs and feet.
"Have you come to gloat?" the Trickster hissed, "To mock?"
"Loki enough," Thor spoke gently, you knew how hard this was going to be not
only to convince Loki to help him but that this was the first time he had ever
come to see him trapped behind four walls, "No more illusions."
Although you and Loki had been physically apart for so long since his return,
you felt the gentle bristle of his magic while he dropped the illusion he had
earlier projected. Looking up you see him as well as the mess that now cascaded
all around his cell. Papers scattered, furniture overturned, some of the dinner
you had delivered to him on your behalf was spilled all over the floor; he was
like a subdued wild creature who had earlier thrashed about until he was
satisfied with the distruction around him.
"Now you see me brother," his voice sounded so tired, your heart ached at the
sound, "Is she alright?"
Thor looks over at you and you to he when he spoke, "She's mother, what would
you expect from her? __________, guarded her very well," You smiled at his
words then he continued, "I've come to offer the chance of a far richer
sacrament,"
"...go on."
"I know you seek retaliation as much as I do, you help me escape Asgard and I
will grant it to you. Vengeance and afterward this cell."
There was silence for a moment when you hear the small stifling arrogant little
chuckle you once adored hearing, "You must truly be desperate to come to me for
help. What makes you think you can trust me?"
"I don't but Mother does. Then again she isn't the only one." Your reaction was
instant the moment you turn your attention to him and you saw the tiniest smirk
on his lips, "But you should know that when we fought each other in the past, I
did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere.
That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray be and I will kill you."
You now look to Loki who then shifted his attention toward you, "And you've
been awfully quiet this whole time, haven't you anything to say on this?"
You shake your head silently before answering, "Your brother's wrong, I don't
trust you." you rasp, your voice still wasn't back to normal just yet, perhaps
in a few more hours it would be.
You could then see by Loki's reaction that he had noticed the change in your
voice, he looks back to Thor again, "When do we start?"
The moment you and Thor break Loki out of his cell you kept to the back while
Loki and Thor hurried down the hall in the front.
"This is so unlike you brother!" Loki spoke gleefully while keeping up with
Thor's large steps, "So clandestine! Are you sure you wouldn't rather just
punch your way out?"
"If you keep speaking I just might."
"Fine," Loki spoke while sounding civil, "as you wish, I'm not even here."
You see him transform into one of the royal guard and you couldn't help but
roll your eyes at his showing off, "Is this better?" he asked Thor then looked
over his shoulder at you when you turn your gaze away and looked behind you to
make sure you weren't being followed.
"It's better company at least," Thor replied, you smirked because that would be
a very Thor-like answer to anything Loki antic related.
"Still, we could be less conspicuous..." the younger suggested as another flash
of green light rebounded the hall and you look to see Lady Sif next to Loki,
"Mmm, brother, you look ravishing."
There was no way that it was-- "It will hurt no less when I kill you in this
form." Yep, that was Thor alright, oh dear...
"Very well," Loki continued to taunt him, "Perhaps you prefer one of your new
companions, given you seem to like them so much."
Yet another flash of green light surrounded the two brothers and suddenly Steve
Rogers, or at least a doppelgänger of him walked besides the blond Thunderer,
"Oh this is much better!"
You couldn't help yourself as your eyes landed to the seat of those blue
cladded trousers, though the real Steve Rogers' arse was much more fuller than
the one currently walking away, "Ooh, the costume's a bit much," Good Lord, he
even sounded like him, "it's so tight! But the confidence...I can feel a
righteousness surging!"
Thor turns to look at you and as you both made eye contact, you fought to
suppress a laugh, your face hot with embarrassment at getting caught looking at
the other man and you shrug helplessly; Loki however continued talking, "Hey do
you want to have a rousing discussion about truth?" you face palmed, "Honor?
Patriotism? God bless Ameri--"
Thor could no longer hold back his irritation when he grabs Loki by the back of
his neck and smothers his mouth with Thor's other palm then presses him against
a pillar.
"What?"
"Shhh, shut your hole," you rasp at him again when you noticed that Loki was
staring at your neck.
"What's that?"
"None of your concern," you insisted and watched with Thor as two sentry guards
passed by together down the corridor, "but if you must know it's a small price
to pay to be the Queen's personal guard." He said nothing until you felt a hand
pull aside the bottom half of your hood to reveal your healing wounds.
Loki gingerly touches at the puckered flesh under your hood, “The beast will
pay for what he has done to you, I will make sure of that,” a part of you
wanted so badly to believe him, then again he wasn’t considered the god of lies
for nothing and after everything that has happened between the two of you in
the more recent years how could you?
You snort and move away from his touch, “Don’t be stupid,” you retaliate and
stand closer to Thor, “If anyone is going to slay the beast, it will be me.”
"Brother, you could at least furnish me with a weapon. My dagger, something."
At least the idiot knew how to change the subject.
You roll your eyes as the two brothers look to each other when Thor retrieves
something from on his person to give to Loki, "At last, a little common sense,"
the trickster smiled until you hear a small resounding click like a lock.
Looking at Loki anew, you couldn't help the slow grin that blossomed onto your
face and especially when the brunet before you lifts his arms up just as the
magical suppression cuffs lock into place once more.
"And I thought you liked tricks," Thor grinned and looked to you for approval
which you did.
"You're terrible," you chuckled and looked up to meet with Loki's eyes, “Though
personally, I rather like them,” you grin smugly then you walked to catch up
with Thor who had already gone ahead.
Once the three of you reached the meeting point where Sif and Jane would be
waiting, you all had just arrived when both women in question came walking
quickly. You noticed how Jane's attention quickly locked in on the tall brunet
next to you.
"You're..." she said pointing at Loki and continued walking right up to him.
"I'm Loki, you may have heard of m--"
CRACK!
Jane punched him as hard as she could, "That was for New York!"
"Oh I like her..." Loki smiled sardonically at his brother.
You couldn't help yourself while you looked away to stop from laughing any
further than the snort that passed through your nose, "Sorry I had to
sneeze..." you lied.
"There they are, take them!" called the commanding officer of his troupe, "On
my command!"
"I'll hold them off, take her," you watched as Sif and Thor exchanged quick
farewells then turns to you all and takes Jane by the hand leading her off you
soon follow behind them when you heard the sound of an unsheathed sword.
"Betray him and I'll kill you."
"It's good to see you too Sif."
Sif then withdraws her blade from over his throat allowing him to pass and
walked quickly next to you until the four of you reached the second meeting
point where Volstagg stood before the large Dark Elf plane.
"I will give you as much time as I can."
"Thank you my friend."
Jane gave the large ginger man a silent grateful nod, as did you along with a a
gentle pat on his shoulder. As for Loki however, you could feel the power in
that arm that stopped the Trickster from moving any further.
"If you even think about betraying him..." Volstagg started to threaten when
Loki looks at him and says, "You'll kill me? Evidently, there will be a line."
The four of you had just entered the ship when Loki turns to look at you again,
"And how about you __________? Are you not going to inanely threaten me as well
like the others?"
"Why should I?" you asked with a nonchalant shrug, "Everyone knows that I will
be in front of the line." You heard the soft little scoff behind your back as
Loki now turned his attention to Thor who ws at the moment, pressing every
button on the ship. Perhaps the golden Prince had been hoping that one of those
so called buttons would start the ship to life.
"I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing?"
"No... what I said was, 'How hard can it be?'"
Suddenly there were sounds of a battle coming from outside of the ship, "Thor,
I don't mean to pressure you--" you say, your hand itching to get to your sword
in the case Volstagg had fallen.
"Well whatever you're doing brother, I suggest you go faster."
"Shut up Loki."
You heard the exasperated sigh coming from the Trickster while the small click
clacks of Thor's frantick button pushing echoed in the small space of the ship.
"You must have missed something..." Loki murmurs sounding a little bored.
"No I didn't, I am pressing every button on this thing."
"No, no don't hit it, just press it gently."
"I AM pressing it gently and it's not working!" just as Thor finished touching
every last button he could find, the ship went dark followed by the glowing
blue lights that now begin to surround you.
You couldn't help but laugh at them. It had seemed as though they were truly
brothers once again and that the three years between them had not happened at
all, there was still hope yet and it warmed your heart gratefully.
At last Thor must have pressed every button just as he said for the ship began
to rumble and start up sluggishly. It seemed however that Thor was having some
difficulty pushing forward for you could feel the slight spinning from the ship
as well as the turbulent impact of the tall pillars of the hall crumbling all
around the outside.
"I think you missed a column." Loki commentated knowingly at his brother.
"Shut up!"
Thor had pressed another button which caused you to lose your balance and you
surge forward, landing onto the floor with a surprised grunt, you then quickly
get back up and held on tightly to a part of the plane.
"Look why don't you let me take over?"
"Is that right? Well out of the two of us which one can actually fly?"
"Well actually," you interjected while holding onto a jagged side of the plane,
"there are three of us and I've flown as well. In fact I can grow my own wings
to do it."
Just as you all clip another building with the plane did Jane collapse to the
floor.
"Oh dear... is she dead?"
"Jane!"
"I'm fine..." Jane spoke weakly and waves a frail looking hand at them.
The plane then shakes violently while the lights blinked red signaling that you
were not only being pursued but also being shot at.
"Now they're following us and firing at us!"
"Yes thank you for the commentary Loki, it's not at all distracting!"
"Pity neither one of you can hit that button and make this ship disappear!" you
shout over the noise while another spectacular sounding crash was made outside.
"Well done... you've just decapitated your grandfather."
You all narrowly continue to escape when it was evident that the plane was no
longer stable and that the sentries would not give up until the ship was
obliterated.
"Well this is wonderful, this is a tremendous idea. Let's steal the biggest,
most obvious ship in the universe and escape in that! Flying around the city,
smashing everything in sight so that everyone can see us! IT'S BRILLIANT THOR!
IT'S TRULY BRILLIANT!"
Just then Thor pushes Loki out the side of the now exposed exit. You could hear
Loki's alarmed yell the moment he was shoved out of sight.
"Oh... you said I could do it," you pout at Thor just before you dive out and
land swiftly on the boat that Fandral was flying.
"Lady __________! How wonderful that you could join us. For a moment I thought
there were angels falling from heaven!"
"You've stroked my ego far too much Swordsmith," you say while you stood up to
make room for Jane and Thor who landed a short moment later.
"I'm guessing that's not all I can stroke of yours my Lady,"
You make a disgusted sound and as you turned to glare at him you see Loki
glaring at Fandral as well, was he jealous? Oh this bodes well, "Don't act too
familiar with me Fandral," you continued cheekily.
"What I mean to say is that I could stroke your hair, or your cheeks," those
lustful blue eyes of his lowered down your body, "there are also your thighs or
even those twin voluptuous ample bre--"
"Alright that's enough!" you felt your face burn with embarrassment and look
away from the two men in the back of the boat.
Thor gave you a knowing smile to which you retaliated with irritation in your
voice, "Oh don't give me that look," you snap at him and look away still
embarrassed; the Dark Elf ship flew over your heads as well as a few long boats
firing at the ship as well.
"You lied to me!" Loki stood to confront Thor, who turned to look at him the
moment after he settled Jane on the longboat, "I'm rather impressed..."
"I'm glad you're pleased."
"Now as promised, take us to your secret pathway."
Things were going well, until there was a long boat following and shooting at
you.
"Fandral," Thor said as you turned to look at the other blond man who had
already grabbed the fastened rope.
"For Asgard!" he called over the wind and just before he swung down he looks at
you and gives you a wink; you roll your eyes, the showoff.
Fandral was able to subdue the ship following you all as you headed toward the
large mountain peak, "Loki..." Thor called from over his shoulder to his
brother who seemed far too happy for your liking.
"If it were easy, everyone would do it."
"Are you mad?!"
"Possibly!"
"Hold onto something sturdy!" You shout while Jane was pressed to the floor,
Thor was covering her and holding onto the sides of the boat while you held on
near the top to where Loki had been steering.
The sides of the boat began to glow and you were shot through the portal with
an impressive rainbow colored explosion. A heavy dusk surrounded your long boat
as you all crashed through into the Dark world, "Ta-da!" You hear Loki's
sardonic announcement signaling that you had all made it safe and in one peace.
The only thing now was to wait for Malekith.
Loki continued steering slowly at the stern, with Thor settling Jane
comfortably at the bow and you sat on the starboard side looking out upon the
vast dimness of the world before you while it was Loki who broke the sudden
silence.
"What I could do with the power that flows through those veins..."
"Oh, don't start that up again." You rolled your eyes and groaned.
"It would consume you." Replied Thor who sounded just as annoyed as you did.
"She's holding up alright."
"For now, she's strong in ways you'd never even know."
"Then say good bye."
"Not this day."
"This day, the next, a hundred years; it's nothing. It's a heartbeat. You'll
never be ready. The only woman who's heart you've prized will be snatched from
you."
You listened to his words and they suddenly stroke a cord in you, yet you say
nothing nor did you turn your attention toward him.
"And will that satisfy you?"
"Satisfaction is not in my nature."
"Surrender is not in mine."
"The son of Odin."
"No, no just of Odin. You think you alone are loved by mother? You may have her
tricks but I have her trust."
"Trust? Do you truly think so? Trust? When she was nearly killed?"
"What help were you in your cell?"
"Who put me there?!"
"You know damn well! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHO!"
"Boys!" you say dangerously from your spot on the boat, "do not make me get up
and break you apart,"
"...she wouldn't want us to fight."
"Well she wouldn't exactly be shocked."
"I wish I could trust you."
"Trust my rage."
~*~
What felt like several hours you saw how Jane had stirred awake and rose to
look up over the edge of the boat,
"Jane?" Thor inquired as he stood by in case she was in any immediate danger.
"...Malekith." Jane had whispered and stared straight ahead toward a large
mountain where the Dark Elf must have been quickly approaching them.
Loki managed to land the boat as you all climbed out and headed toward the
mountain top to find that indeed the small group of the creatures had been
approaching and awaiting all of you.
"Are you alright?" Thor addressed you as well as Loki, Jane had been behind the
three of you.
"I'm ready," replied Loki with a small nod.
"As am I." You say, your voice finally returning to normal.
"You know this plan of yours is going to get us killed."
"Yes, possibly..."
Loki now turns to Thor and held up his wrists so that Thor could remove the
cuffs, Thor however looked at the cuffs cautiously.
"...you still don't trust me brother?" Loki smiled arrogantly and raised an
eyebrow.
"Would you?" Thor asked and finally released Loki from his magically suppressed
cuffs, Loki rubbed his wrists one right after the other.
"No, I wouldn't." He spoke and seemed to inflict some sort of damage into
Thor's side which caused the taller Prince to stagger over and then Loki pushed
him down so that Thor rolled down that steep dusty hill.
"Loki no!" you shouted and you slide down after them.
"Thor!"
"You really think I care for Frigga? About any of you?" Loki sneered while
continuing to kick Thor who rolled and curled onto his side, "All I ever wanted
was for you and Odin dead at my feet."
Following after the pair, you rose to your feet and ran toward them, "What are
you doing?! Stop!"
"Know your place woman!" Loki sneered and grabs at your neck then lifts you
high off the ground, you then grabbed at his wrist which you began to beat at
for him to release you.
you hear his voice in your head and although he glares at you fiercely, the
voice you heard was that of the warmth and kindness you knew from years ago.
Relaxing your body against his hold you say in your best monotone voice,
"Yes... my Lord..."
As much as you wanted to assist Thor to his feet you stood by while he extended
his hand to call out Mjolnir. Just as the hammer's hilt was inches away from
his grasp did Loki sever that hand with a swift flick of his wrist.
Thor releases a howl of pain then curls onto his side while cradling the
bleeding stump. Just then Loki grabs Jane up by the arm and holds her tightly,
"Malekith! I am Loki of Jotunheim and I bring you a gift!" he then throws Jane
down at his feet, "I ask only one thing in return, a good seat from which to
watch Asgard burn." you stood by just as the Horned Beast looks at Loki before
saying something to the Dark Elf, to which Malekith turns his full attention
down at Thor. He walks over to the fallen Prince menacingly, "Look at me."
Just as Thor refuses, Malekith raises his hand over to Jane who rose in midair,
the crimson powder of the Aether began to filter itself from her body until it
was at last eradicated from her.
"LOKI, __________ NOW!"
Jumping into action you raised your hands over both Jane and Loki in order to
create a magical barrier almost like the one that surrounded Loki's cell. It
wasn't as powerful as the golden one but it was still strong enough to protect
you three from the debris.
Though it had seemed that even the power of Mjolnir could not destroy a weapon
as powerful as the Aether. The small red crystal like shards rose from the
ground and traveled into it's sinister Master. A new glow shone in Malekith's
eyes while the dark elves began to retreat for their ship, the horned beast
from earlier gripped a stone like object and tossed it into your direction when
Loki pushes Jane toward you as a dark hole appeared from where the stone had
been tossed.
"LOKI!" You screamed and you reached one of your hands up toward his, Jane was
safely tucked under your arm.
Thor seemed to have flown from out of nowhere when he rescued Loki from being
sucked in. A wave of relief washed over you and you take Jane somewhere safe
for the time being. A moment later Loki had been surrounded by more of those
masked elves while Thor was currently battling with the horned beast. Seeing as
how Loki had begun to disband the troupe around him easily with his daggers and
magic, you decided to help Thor in bringing down the beast. You had arrived
while the beast had raised a large boulder over his head, preparing to toss it
at Thor who had been currently knocked onto the side of a mountain.
Using your magic, you were able to slow the beast down but you were finding it
difficult in doing so, for your own magic wasn't as strong as you would have
liked it to have been. The pressure was beginning to take a toll on your body
as you continued to will the boulder to fall down on top of the beast as to
crush him.
"Come on..." You strained, "COME ON!" The rock crumbled and fell to bits all
around him, his attention now focused on you while you panted and reach one
hand behind you to grab the hilt of your sword, your other hand reached for
your dagger which rested near your hip.
Between both you and Thor the two of you were a match for the best until he
hits you across the face with one punch which sends you flying and you crash
near a pile of large dark rock.
"Are you alright? Can you stand?" Loki was there to help you up when you get up
on your own.
"I'm fine go help Thor!"
Now that there were three of you fighting with the beast, Loki had caught him
by surprise and stabs him with a spear; the sharp jagged point protruded from
the center of the beast's chest when he stared at Loki stoically before he
grabbed him and crushed him against his chest. The pointed end of the spear had
also stabbed Loki in the process.
"NO!" Both you and Thor cry as you watched Loki crumble to the ground, a look
of proud defiance still on his pained face.
"See you in hell monster."
You couldn't hear the sickening crack and crunching of the monster caving in on
himself, all you felt was your stomach hitting the ground the moment Loki
touched at his midsection and the dark blood stained his hand. The image of the
monster plunging the blade into Loki kept replaying over and over into your
head until you found yourself kneeling at his side; you were almost too afraid
to touch or move him.
"You fool you didn't listen!" Thor chastised him gently.
"I'm a fool, I'm a fool." Loki agreed with a frantic nod.
“Loki, you can’t keep doing this to me! I won't let you, I will not lose you
again!” you sob, the tears roll freely down your cheeks as he turned to look at
you.
Placing one of your hands on his cheek the other you smooth at his hair
starting from his temple he only manages a tiny smile, “We were supposed to
be—I have so many—“ you couldn’t even think until you hear him say the words to
you as well.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry __________, for everything.”
“Shhh, stop talking. I’m going to get you back home, you’ll be alright, I
promise.” You smile encouragingly at him and lower your face towards his, your
foreheads press together.
“It wasn’t,” you feel him shiver and you open your eyes to look into his own
glass looking ones which were staring into your own, “it wasn’t worth losing
you. None of it.”
You chuckle sob and gently rub your thumbs over his cheek bones, “Why are you
starting to make sense now?” you ask rhetorically, “Idiot.”
You feel him shiver against you and you shush him quietly while whispering more
words of encouragement. Yet there was something in your heart that dreaded that
he wouldn't make it and it forced you to tell him exactly how you felt; that
even though you were still angry with him, he would always have a place in your
heart.
“I forgive you,” you sniffle and bite at your lips, “I forgive you because I
love you, I will always love you, Loki.”
"I'll also tell father what you did."
"I didn't do it for him." You see tears in his eyes as he gave you both one
last shaken smile before he closed his eyes and finally lets go.
"No!" Thor shouts on Loki's other side while you held his now lifeless body
tightly, your tears wouldn't stop until you finally look up at Thor.
“Go on Thor, I will take his body back to your Mother and Father.”
"Lady __________, are you certain you can do that?"
"Of course I am!" you nod while you continued holding Loki's still body,
"Prince Thor, do not let his sacrifice go in vain, stop Malekith and restore
peace throughout the realms."
"I apologize for this burden that has befallen you __________..."
"It is not a burden my Prince, we all have our place and our duties, this one
just so happens to be mine..." you find yourself saying and you look down at
Loki's body who's skin had turned a grayish blue tint, your hand reaches up to
run your fingers through his still soft hair.
Without another word Thor takes Jane back to the cave and out of the now
swelling sand storm. The moment you stand you outstretched your hands over the
body to conjure up a stretcher when you hear a voice from behind you.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Your eyes widen and you turn slightly to see Loki standing there alive and
well, not a scratch on him. You turn to look at the dead Loki lying on the
ground to see that he disappeared with a lingering powdered green and golden
residue. Turning back to face him, you then walk over to him slowly.
“Why did you--?”
“Fake my death?” he smirks and shrugs his shoulders, “I find that my brother
fights at his best when properly motivated. By the way, lovely words of
encouragement my dear, 'Do not let his sacrifice go in vain, stop Malekith and
restore peace throughout the realms.'" he spoke in your voice while grinning,
"brava!” he then spoke in his own voice again.
“But he thinks you’re dead! What do you think he’s going to do when he finds
that you are not?”
“I’ll tell him that you saved my life; that I wasn’t actually dead, simply
unconscious and that when you took me to the Healing Ward they found that I was
still alive and they managed to revive me. Simple.”
You only stared at him, to which Loki raises his hands and says, “Ta-da!”
The moment he said that you aimed a punch directly for his face, “Idiot!
Charlatan! Faker! Phony! Arrogant cheeseprick arsehat!” with each insult you
gave him you continued to hit and punch at every part of his body above the
belt.
He laughs at your insults and finally holds your hands away from hitting him
further, “This feels just like the old days when you loved me.”
You stop and stared hard at him, “Come on you fool let’s go home and clean up
this Dark Elf mess.” Pulling away from him you began to walk toward the spot
you were you had all appeared while on the long boat.
“You never answered my question, did you mean what you said?”
“I meant it only because I thought you were dying but now since that is no
longer the case I take it back. You’re still on punishment, I’m still angry and
I still loathe you.”
“Where are you going?” he calls from behind you as you trudge through the
sudden dark sand storm toward the flying boat.
“I’m trying to find a way out of here! Now that you’ve finished playing dead
perhaps you can make yourself useful and help me figure out a way home!” you
shout until you stop and turned to glare at him, "I can't believe you got me
again!"
"What do you mean?" he asked innocently... innocent my ass.
"I was practically preparing a speech for your parents the moment I would
arrive back with your body. It's not as if I could look at them in the eyes and
say, 'Thor was wrong, the Dark Elves have the Aether and by the way Loki is
dead, that's his body on the stretcher!'"
"I'm sure with your eloquence for words you would have thought of something,
since it is quite obvious that you now hold my mother's ear so tentatively."
"And just what do you mean by that?"
"Ever since my so call demise from Asgard three years ago, you have become
quite attached to the Allmother, do you deny it?"
"I do not deny that we have developed a bond over the last few years, I love
her as if she were my own mother, just as you love her as if she were your very
own."
Loki stared at you as though he was fighting with himself to believe you or
not, "I suppose you do then again you've always been such a good girl always
doing as you're told. Obeying every wish an command of the hypocritical
aristocracy."
You rolled your eyes at his words, "I am fairly certain that if you were King
you would be expecting the same loyalty from not only myself but all of
Asgard."
"At least I would have made a better ruler than someone who had kept a dirty
secret within the walls of the palace for so long and is still keeping it
though now said dirty secret is being hidden in the dungeons."
"Loki, I can not speak for the actions of the Allfather but simply speculate
that perhaps he thought he was doing his best as a father, just as all fathers
do when it comes to their children."
"He is not my fath--!"
"Perhaps not by blood but he sure as well kept you!" you stop and held your
ground while staring up at those ocean colored eyes, "He wanted you when your
own people abandoned you simply because you were too small and too weak in
their eyes but perhaps Odin saw the potential that they could not. You truly
are a powerful being Loki, the only one who never truly believed he was good
enough was yourself."
"I am sure that if the Allfather had heard you now you would be expecting--"
You quickly turn to face him, "Never assume that you know me now Loki. I meant
what I said when I first visited you in your cell: knowing this version of you
has changed me. I will not be fooled into your charming promises and clever
schemes because they will only lead to misery and distruction."
"I'm most certain that you would not be speaking this way to me if I were
King,"
"Loki, it was never your title or your status that I was after, all I ever
wanted was you. This trickster persona of yours is only half of who you really
are, in my mind you're still that young boy who scraped his knee and was too
proud to cry even though he wanted to."
"If you expect me to be that same little boy then I'm afraid you're
disillusioning yourself, darling. Know that I am what I am, not half or part,
but whole. I would expect if you make a statement like that you would
understand my displeasure with you painting me as but two sides of a coin. I'm
complex, far more so than anyone, or you for that matter at this moment, might
understand."
You snorted at his remark before you had the chance to stop yourself,
"Complex?" you chuckled and shake your head, "There is nothing complex about
you if you truly believe in what you just said in regards of your whole nature.
With that in mind I am beginning to think that perhaps you are starting to
believe in your own lies, which in my opinion, makes you a genuine fool."
"You are insulting me madam, don't you know who I am?"
"I have yet to decide between a complex liar and a genuine fool."
You feel him grabbing you by the arm and he turns you around so quickly that
all you could see were a set of the most terrifyingly brilliant sea colored
eyes, you gulp softly, "How did it all come down to this, you and me?"
"Now who is insulting who?" it had been ages since you were this close to him
and you could feel the rapid beat of your heart and the heat rising to your
cheeks; you pull yourself away from him and continued to walk, "If you can't
figure it out on your own then there is no way I am going to tell you the
answer!"
After several more rounds of bickering between the two of you, the both of you
had arrived back to Asgard while everything was starting to fall into place.
Upon the moment you walked into the throne room to give the King your report,
you had seen the look of disappointment in both his eyes and that of the
Allmother once you had finished speaking. It was obvious that there was the
issue of treason in regards to the manner of how you all departed but you knew
that you would be pardoned, after all you were not the only one who had to pay
for the same crime.
Loki's body was taken to the Healing ward almost in a similar fashion as to how
Viggo's was when you walked in demanding to see his remains, however one of the
women exclaimed that she felt the soft pulse of life within the Prince's body
and demanded to her other handmaidens to rush the young man into a warming room
to revive him. When word had reached the Allmother she had quickly dashed
toward the healing chambers to see that indeed her second son was still alive.
Now that, that was taken care of the only thing you could do is to stand by
while Thor and his mortal woman finished the task of ridding the universe of
the Dark Elves.
You watched the skies while the different worlds bled together; it was both an
amazing sight to behold yet also quite terrifying. Your anxiety in wanting to
help spiked while the frustration you felt soon after only furthered your need
to do something to occupy your time.
You had not wanted to see Loki in the healing ward, knowing that he was alright
it was simply a ruse to make the people as well as the King and Queen believe
that he had fallen on the battlefield.
Then it was finally over, the realms were safe once again and you felt as
though a heavy burden was lifted from over your shoulders. You had then decided
to retreat to your room and enjoy a long hot soak when you turned a corner to
find the Warriors Three along with Lady Sif who all seemed to be in light but
jovial conversation; then something hits you the moment to see the smile on the
SwordSmith's face.
"I don't care anymore," you find yourself saying while walking up to Fandral
who turned to see you walking toward him and he smiles expectantly, "I don't."
Reaching out to him once he was at arm's reach you pull him into you and you
press your lips over his, your eyes shutting slowly while you begin to pour
everything you felt in your heart into that kiss.
Fandral must have know something was going on for he didn't stop you nor did he
response to your embrace until you pull back to look into his eyes, you were
desperate for him to understand what it was you needed.
"Come on," he said and takes your hand in his then leads you away from the
hallway where Volstagg catcalls at your retreating forms; yet you still didn't
care.
The moment the two of you were alone did he pull you in to reciprocate your
earlier embrace, you felt as though your breath were taken away until you pull
away from him; his lips now lavishing your neck and pulse with attention, it
sent shivers up your spine.
"I'm tired of waiting and I need your help to forget. Please Fandral, help me
forget." you murmur huskily, your fingers grip at the back of his golden locks.
"...If that is what you want my Lady." he replied while removing your armor
followed by his own.
"Yes, it is."
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