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“I Hope You’re The Last...” Part 2

A/N: Hello!! This is my first story… I hope it isn’t as bad as I think it is :)! Please enjoy and don’t plagiarize if ya wouldn’t mind :)!

Imagine: You are the last resort for peace among Asgard. Although Odin and your family have made it clear you are to marry Thor. Fate makes you choose between the Sons for the safety of Asgard depends on it…..

Words: 1986

I wander the many halls of the palace. How on earth did I get mixed up in some dumb old prophecy? I sigh giving up when I turn another corner. Lost in my thoughts I didn’t realize another person in my company. “Hmmm and what do we have here?” I look for the person responsible for the voice. I am met with a tall figure standing in my path. He was quite stunning. His armor sleek gold with black trim followed by a green cape hanging loosely off his shoulders. His eyes a green blue perfectly accenting his black hair. Which was done back not daring to touch his face. I gaze at the stranger before I realize who he is. “Prince Loki.” I saw bowing before him. He lets out a cold laugh before walking closer.

“Princess Y/N. My what a marvelous sight you are. Tell me are you not to be getting ready for a wedding?” I look up meeting his eyes. There was no emotion present within them. He kept his guard up forcing me to do the same.

“What concern is it to you?”

“Well it is a simple question.”

“A question I do not have to answer.”

“Is that so?” He eyes me up and down like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. I straighten my posture forcing my head higher. He towers over me easily but height doesn’t make a person a intimidating. He closes the gap in a single stride. My breathe hitches in my throat at his close proximity. “Don’t you think you should pay proper respect to your prince?” He says amusement lacing his voice. I hold a tight smile, “And shouldn’t you pay proper respects to a princess?” I challenge earning a scoff from him. We stand there eyeing each other for some time. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I have pressing matters to attend to.” I saw bowing. I walk past him leaving him standing in the hall. “Ah Y/N!” He says forcing me to turn around. “Welcome to Asgard and the family.” He laughs before walking in the opposite direction. I stand still watching him walk away.

My chambers were rather large for my liking. The servents decorated the room with my house colors. For that I am grateful, because I would have thrown up if it was a mixture of green and red. A four post bed sits at the edge of the left wall. To the right a vast vanity stood alongside a tiny desk. Across from me stood two large glass doors. I open the doors to find a beautiful balcony. The view overlooked the city. It was breathtaking how the sun danced over the gold. People were scurrying along the busy streets. Despite my belief that the people were poor; they were indeed quite wealthy. I lean against the railing admiring the view. Closing my eyes I focus on the sounds of chatter and laughter from below. It filled me with great joy to know these people loved their land. Before I knew it I was no long hanging on to the railing. I open my eyes discovering I was floating off the balcony. Smiling I glide over the railing and towards the city. The air gently kissing my skin as I fly. A laugh escapes me as the warmth sensation of my powers spread through me. I pass the palace gates seeing the bewilderment on the guards facing. I know before too long Odin will be looking for me. I stop above the center of the city, turning fully around to admire the kingdom. Feeling satisfied I set course back to my balcony back at the palace. I was maybe a yard away before seeing the crowd on my balcony. I recognized Odin immediately, along with my family. Frigga was sitting down admiration written on her face. Thor and Loki were among them as well. I smile secretly to myself at the confusion on their faces.

“Your highnesses.... father and mother. What pleasure do I have having you all on my balcony.” I say bowing in the air. No one spoke as they each looked at each other. Frigga spoke up ending the deafening silence. “My dear you are flying!?” She half yells. I smile kindly towards her while nodding my head. She looks at me with awe before smiling herself. “Well I must say your powers have far exceeded my expectations.” She says before standing. She grabs Odin’s arm gently pulling him towards my door. I land looking at my father pleased with myself. “My dear...” He was cut off by my mothers hand hitting my face. I stand still as stone as rage fills her eyes. “How dare you?” She yells. I look away from her towards Thor and Loki who seem taken back by the scene in front of them. My father turns towards my mother acting as a shield. “Droyja!” My father says with clenched teeth. I touch his shoulder moving him to the side. I lock eyes with my mother. “Yes mother.... did you have something to say?” I say while grinding my teeth. She scoffs and raises her hand again. I catch it before I could come in contact with my face. She pulls away anger flashing in her eyes. “I should have killed you the day you were born. You are nothing but a disgrace to this family!” That was all she said before shoving past my father. I stand still keeping my emotions as bay while guest were present. “I’m sorry for the display you had to witness your highnesses.” I say bowing. My cheek burns as the wound begins to heal. Of course she used the ringed hand this time. I stand back up smiling plainly. “Y/N I will see you at dinner my dear.” My father says before exiting the overly tense balcony. Thor shifts uncomfortably as the silence drags on. “Princess Y/N it was a pleasure to see you... I look forward to your company this evening.” He says before bowing. I curtsy in return and with that he left. It was only me and Loki on the balcony now. His eyes held mine, neither of us said a word. He bowed holding my gaze showing his understanding before leaving me alone.

I stay there letting my emotions get the best of me. The tears welling up I while slamming the balcony doors shut. A scream escapes my lips echoing outside throughout the kingdom. A blue aura covers my body slowly turning a deep red shade. I grip the rails on the balcony turning my knuckles white. Screams and sobs leave my lips as the humiliation and sadness takes over. A slow rumble vibrates the ground as my eyes become clouded with held in tears. I scream at the pain I was feeling. This causes the whole kingdom to shake as if it was hit with an earthquake. Collapsing to the floor I silently cry as the aura fades away back into my body. People shouting was all I heard before resting my eyes into a much needed sleep.

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I wake up to a servent girl shaking me. “Princess dinner is ready.” She says oblivious to my tear stained cheeks. I nod slowly gathering myself up from the cold cement floor. I smile kindly at her dismissing her from my presence. I enter my chambers to see items scattered along the floors. Sighing I pick up the fallen items before making sure I was presentable. With a quick touch up to my makeup I was perfect almost. I leave the room to find a servent waiting to lead me to the dining hall. We walk through several hallways before stopping at grand golden doors. She quickly opens the door allowing me to see inside. Of course more gold, I enter bowing before the king and queen.

“Princess have a seat beside your mother.” Frigga says motioning to my mother. I visibly stiffen but continue to walk towards the available seat. Odin and Frigga sat opposite each other at the large table. Thor, my father and Loki sat in front of me and my mother. Dinner was awkward to say the least. Thor and Odin talked loudly about his training and the random earthquake incident. I lowered my head trying to avoid the conversation. “Y/N sit up I didn’t raise you to be rude.” My mother whispers grabbing my wrist. Her hold was so tight it hurt. I try to pull away but she just tightens her grip. “Lihednat Dolchitni....” she whispers while pricking her finger. I feel my throat close making it impossible to breathe. I bring my hand to my throat hoping my magic will counteract hers. “Listen here daughter. You will obey me until this is all over and you are married. If you make on wrong step to cross me you will die painfully slow. Nod your head so I know you understand.” She says looking at me. I nod slowly struggling to see. She removes her hand and I gasp for air causing everyone to turn to me.

“I’m... sorry.... may... I..... be.... excused..?” I struggle to say having to breather between each word. Frigga nods her head concern in her eyes. I stand up quickly almost falling over. Luckily a servent caught me before I could. Straightening up I scurry out of the room. The doors close behind me allowing me to collapse on them. I gasp for air trying to control my breathing. I glance at my wrist seeing the purple bruises form from my mothers grip. Suddenly my wrist snaps backwards. Tears prick the edges of my eyes as my wrist sears in pain. Ok mother if this is how you want to play.... I’ll play.

I walk back to my room to calm down. My wrist has healed back to its normal state thanks to my father. When I was little he placed a healing spell on me due to my mothers unending torture. I lay down hoping to catch rest but before I could a knock came upon my door. I reluctantly get up to answer the knocking. “Hello?” “Y/N it’s me Thor. I wanted to see what happened to you at dinner.”

“I’m fine.”

“Open the door and we can talk.”

“I appreciate the concern, but really I’m fine.”

“Can I come in to talk then?” I finally open the door allowing him inside. He smiles before entering. He looks around the room admiring its simplicity. “Why do you put up with her?” His question shocks me. “I don’t think I know what you mean.” “Yes you do.” His eyes meet mine with a piercing stare. I sigh motioning to the bed for us to sit. “Thor it is much more complicated then you think.” I say looking at him. He was quite handsome his blonde hair and blue eyes suited him. He was in his silver armor, yet his red cape was missing. “Then uncomplicate it for me.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Well you are to be my wife. I should at least no why you do what you do.”

“You are mistaken.”

“How is that?”

“I am not getting married to you as of right now.” This confuses him tremendously. “What is this you speak of?” He asks standing up. I sigh closing my eyes. “As of now I will marry whomever I fall for.” I say glancing at him. He paces back and forth at this information. “Well then I will win your heart.” He says smiling like he has just discovered a new realm. “Thor....” I started but was cut off by his loud laughing. He looks crazy in this moment laughing to himself. “Goodnight Y/N.” He says before leaving me alone. I sit still wondering what the hell has just happened.

“I Hope You’re The Last...” Part 1

A/N: Hello!! This is my first story... I hope it isn’t as bad as I think it is :)! Please enjoy and don’t plagiarize if ya wouldn’t mind :)!

Imagine: You are the last resort for peace among Asgard. Although Odin and your family have made it clear you are to marry Thor. Fate makes you choose between the Sons for the safety of Asgard depends on it.....

Words: 2227

Alfheim... that was my home. Not Asgard, no not some golden magical city, or the most glamours realm in the entire universe. Alfheim may not be dripped in gold but it was beautiful. The mere simplicity of my planet is what makes it beauty. No there wasn’t much but there was just enough, enough to make even the coldest of hearts melt. I let out a sigh hoping all my pint up anger will disappear.

“Now Y/N... Please remember that it isn’t only your reputation at stake.” My mother says flatly while looking out the window. I roll my eyes and scoff at her. “Oh dearest mother, how could I?” My voice laced with sarcasm. This earns the quick backhand from her. I no longer flinch or cower in fear like when I was little. I have grown used to the beatings my mother bestowed upon me. I have always been a daddy’s girl, something my mother despises. “In Vanaheim daughters were to be just like their mothers. Not follow their father into throne hearings or take up fighting.” My mother would constantly say. Although I never understood why she bothered. Normally I’d be gone before she could finish that sentence. My father was a kind and gentle spirit. He would never lay his hands on a innocent child. He let me take up defense training when I was young. He knew I was special from the beginning. Unlike Midgard, Alfheim is surrounded by magic. It is in the air we breathe and the ground we walk on. Citizens could access this magic by sacrificing their blood back to the planet. For they came from it they must return back to it. However, royals were special; our magic was limitless always around us. We don’t have to sacrifice blood for our magic, yet it runs through us; like a river ever flowing.

“Come child, tell me what troubles you.” My father sighs. I didn’t have to say anything for him to know. That is what makes our bond special, he could sense my aura from miles away. I sigh knowing it was useless to confide in him, but just maybe he’d hear me.

“Father I can’t do this...”

“And why not? Weren’t you born to be queen?”

“Well yes, but of Alfheim! Not of Asgard, not to someone I barely know!”

“Y/N... Life isn’t always easy. If it was then there would be no point in living, now would there?” His question takes me back a notch. How could this be useful is any sense? “Stop overthing dear you’ll hurt yourself.” He says with a chuckle. I sit at his feet grasping his hand. “Father how do I do this? I mean leave my home and you behind? How can I marry a man I barely know? What do I do? What should I do? Why isn’t easy?” I ask looking for his guidance. He reaches his had down to cup my cheek before letting it fall limp at his side. He looks tired and worn down; he closes his eyes and stills time. “My dear...” he opens his eyes to meet mine. His hand leaves mine to point my eyes towards the fleeting images. “What you see are memories of my lifetime. Here the palace of Asgard... where I did most of my studying with the Allfather himself.” He smiles fonding over his childhood. I gasp at the sheer beauty of the memory. Two boys around 12 running through the gardens with wooden swords. One smaller then the other but made it up by his stoutness. The memory fades into a new one, the same boys but older now each the same height. They walk to halls seeming to recite something. “This was when I helped Odin prepare his speeches. He was so nervous not wanting to disappoint he father.” He chuckles before flashing a new picture. This memory was different, it seemed to be harder to read. I scooted closer to see but the memory faded before I could. “Father what was that?” I ask spinning back to look at him. He smiles a sweet smile before shaking his head. “That was my farewell party. That was the last time I saw Odin for a melinium.” He nods back to the images. I reluctantly gaze my eyes back towards them. This time there was the same boy but with a girl. She was beautiful, her golden hair fell perfectly out of her braids and onto her face. The boy kindly placed the loose strands behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her.

“Is that you and mother?” I ask still staring at the image.

“Yes it is.”

“Y’all look so happy.”

“We were.”

“What happened?” I ask glancing back at my father to see his expression change from joy to remorse.

“She wanted the magic our planet offered, but could never accomplish gaining it’s full power. You see darling she wasn’t born of Alfheim therefore her magic consists of that of a citizens.” He says before sighing. He shakes his head and the memories fade away into the air. “You want to know how you do this?” He asks waiting for me to respond. I simply nod my head afraid to use my words. “The answer is you are my Daughter, Y/N goddess of magic, crossroads, and the moons. Your abilities have foreseen mine since you were 1000.” He says while pinching my cheek. “You are strong, brave, kind, humble, charismatic, independent, intelligent, honest, genuine, talented, and compassionate. You are everything a woman should be to be queen. Just because I will not be with does not mean you are less than any other royal there.” He states locking his eyes with mine. I smile a grateful smile hoping he would take comfort from it.

“You’re highness.” One of the ship hands says out of breathe. My father turns to him smiling. The boy waits for a sign to continue from my father. He simply a nods his head towards the boy before looking back towards the window. “We have arrived to Asgard. We are about to land your Majesty.” The boy says bowing before exiting the room. I sigh getting up from the floor, stretching my legs as I ascend upwards. I grab my fathers hands before leading him towards the door. If I am to be this princes wife then so be it. I will not dishonor my fathers name by running from my problems. We return to my mother who stands as still as a statue next to the window. She snaps her gaze to us before standing up to greet her husband. “My love you look pale. Shall I fetch the nearest healer?” She asks pressing a hand to his forehead. He shakes his head before grasping her little hands in his. “My dear do not worry. I am just overwhelmed that this day has finally come. Our daughter finally being betroved to the son of my oldest friends.” he says pressing a chast kiss to her hands. She looks down smiling at the sight.

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“My dear friend how long has it been?” Odin says while embracing my father in a hug. “Too long old friend.” Was all my father could say before returning the gesture of affection. I stand back a few feet from the group. I didn’t want to interrupt their mini reunion, but sooner or later I was roped into the formal gestures.

“Odin this is my beloved daughter Y/N!” My father exclaims proudly.

“She is quite the sight Alotl. Tell me dear what do you think of Asgard?”

I bite my tongue thinking before answering. “Well your highness I think it is absolutely stunning.” I say holding a tight smile.

“Tell me Y/N your father tells me of your extraordinary power. Would you mind enlightening us with your power?”

“Odin! This is no time for entertainment.” Frigga interjects sending him a stern look. I glance her way receiving a genuine smile. I smile back before her face changes. She looks like she is stuck in time, frozen a beautiful statue.

“Your highness are you alright?” I ask stepping forward. Odin follows my glance before moving to stand behind his wife. A confused look crosses my face as Odin does this. However before I could question the matter further Frigga falls backwards inhaling deeply.

“Frigga what did you see love?” Odin asks while helping his wife stand back on her feet. She stops and looks at you. You shift uncomfortably while her gaze remains on you. Odin looks at you confusion covering his worn features. “Princess Y/N may we have a word alone?” Frigga says turning towards the steps. I follow cautiously not know whether I was in trouble or not.

“You are the goddes of magic?”

“Indeed I am my queen .”

“You know your future is very unclear to me. That is something I am not used to.” She stops walking, spinning around to face me. She eyes me up and down before locking eyes with me. “Tell me dear your power is limitless?” She asks. Her eyes were no long staring at me but almost as if she were looking through me. “Yes your majesty.” I say standing a bit straighter. She nods for a second before looking back towards the entrance. “My dear I am afraid you future must change course for the good of Asgard. You will marry a Odinson, however; I am not sure which” She says turning back around to continue walking. I stand still my feet glued to the ground. My head starts to fog with ideas of what the Allmother has just seen. Am I not good enough for Thor? Am I a danger to the Odinson line? Was it a mistake coming to Asgard. I feel my stomach start to turn as endless scenarios fill my head. The Allmother stops walking for a second glancing back at my rigid form. “Y/N if you wouldn’t mind following me to Hiemdall.” She says turning around completely. Her words come out groogy and quiet. She makes her way towards me lightly placing her hand on my shoulder. Giving it a reassuring squeeze before smiling again. “I do not wish to frighten you my dear.” I look up at her. Her eyes were hopelessly searching mine for any form of emotion. I swallow the lump forming in the back of my throat. Standing straight once more I nod toward the queen, signaling it was ok to walk towards Hiemdall.

I followed her down every hallway possible in the palace before reaching Hiemdall. He was at the edge of the Bifröst where the gatekeeper kept watch. “Hiemdall.” Frigga says capturing the attention of the man. “My queen how may I be of service?” He asks turning towards the queen. He was a large man deep in color. His eyes were blood orange making it hard to not focus on them. He held a beautiful sword as if it were apart of him. “Hiemdall, I am having trouble seeing into the princesses future. Please tell me what you see. Who is her betroved? What does her life in Asgard I store for our people?” She asks looking deeply into his eyes. His gaze falls on me causing me to look down. What felt like an eternity as passed before he spoke. “My queen what you ask is who does she betrove?” He pauses glancing between the queen and I. My body seems to hang onto his every word as if it were the air I’m breathing. “My princess you will thrive in Asgard. You will become a gracious and loved queen. However, fate keeps you in the pool of love. You will be betroved to a son of Odin, however; which is in your control.” He says before turning to the queen. “She will be the savior or the reason Asgard falls. I have seen both endings, however it must be her decision who she chooses to marry. In alteration in her choice will end badly for all the realms.” And with that he turns around back to his station of keeping watch.

“Your majesty I do not understand.” I say plying over his words again and again.

“It appears to be that you will not be married as soon as we’d wish.”

“I peg your pardon?”

“It’s the prophecy! That a princess will be the key to Asgard’s servival, but also the destroyer. If we do not tried lightly I am afraid of the concequences to our actions.” She pauses and looks into the distance. Before waking towarsa Hiemdall. They converse over matters of high importance that I must not be able to hear. After a few minutes of discussing Frigga comes back with a smile. “Ah child Hope is not lost for I know the answer now.” She says walking past me. I follow hot on her heels. “What is the answer my queen?” I ask praying to Odin she tells me. She quickly turns to me causing me to almost run into her. “You will have to choose very wisely princess for your powers are not yet finished. Soon my dear you will see the answer and save us all.” that was all she said before leaving me standing there alone on the Bifröst.

I just love being Loki’s pet

Mine : Ch. 1 (loki x reader)

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Possessiveness, Abuse (in the beginning), Adequate Writing

Wordcount: 2,591

Chapter Summary: Loki decides to crash a gala in the palace of England to show his dominance and put your people in “their place.” After meeting you, a feisty young princess, he says he will leave your people be if he can take you as prisoner. Will you abide to save your family and your people? 

Your parents were the King and Queen of England. You, their beloved daughter, and Theo, your older brother, were always happy in the palace. Tonight was the gala. Girls from around the world came to meet Prince Theo, the next in line, and possibly become the next Queen. You listened as the orchestra played wonderfully. Everything felt perfect. If only you had known, chaos would ensue about two hours later.

You wore a beautiful emerald green dress, long and flowing with elegance. Your entrance would be announced after your parents’ and before Theo’s. Theo was the one they all came for. Many men and boys also came for your presence, but you knew tonight’s main focus would be on Theo. Or so you thought.

Theo, being the first born to the L/N family, would take the throne after your parents’ passing. You, however, were the second child and therefore did not get to rule, which you didn’t mind. You didn’t like the thought of being responsible for an entire country. Theo had dated a few girls in the past, when he was 16 and 18. Now at 21, your parents were adamant that he should be ready to settle down within the next few years. You had talked to him once or twice, and you knew he was nervous about tonight. All the girls from around the world had paid their way here, and already had money, but it seemed that they weren’t as genuine as other girls that he had met who didn’t know his status.

You smiled as you entered after your parents, your dress trailing behind you. The contract of the navy blue carpet and your dress was beautiful, and you watched as a few photographers snapped pictures of you as you walked down the stairs.

Lastly was your brother, Theodore, walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a plain black tux, with a striped tie, his hair looking marvelous, slicked back as usual. You had several pictures taken of you with your family, then you decided to wander and find something to entertain you. You found yourself wandering the floor, winding up at the bar so you could eat a few snacks, before it was dinner time. Henry, a bartender, gave you some fresh fruit and vegetables to snack on, and before you knew it, it was time to eat.

You met everyone in the dining hall, your mom and dad asking Theo if his mingling was going alright. You knew he struggled a bit with these kinds of things. The dining hall table had been replaced with many smaller round ones, fitting more people, many of them young women.

Suddenly, you felt the ground shake violently. Earthquake? You thought to yourself, before quickly shaking off the thought. Couldn’t be. Then, glass broke from one of the doors in the entranceway. You gasped, and your personal security guard quickly grabbed your arm, dragging you to the hall closet before pulling you inside. Oh my gosh. You thought, letting out a small whimper. Within a few seconds, Theodore was thrown in with you, and you breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing your brother was by your side and alright. “Mom and dad are okay. Peter took them to another room. Apparently, there’s been a break in.” He explained, and your brows furrowed.

“How? The gates are closed, aren’t they?” You questioned, and he nodded, hesitantly.

“They’re supposed to be. But maybe someone knew the code, somehow.” He explained, making shivers run down your spine. The head of security made sure to change the code whenever someone left the team, and it was suspicious that an 8 digit code could be guessed at such an inconvenient time. Such an important time as this.

“I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose.” A man spoke from outside the closet, in the direction of the dining hall. “Where are your precious King and Queen?” He asked, and you shook with fright. No. Not your parents. You hoped with all your heart that they were okay. They were fighters, after all. You hoped in your mind that this was all a sick and twisted dream. In fact, before this, the only Loki you had heard of was from Norse mythology, and was in fact, fiction. None of this could be reality, could it? You pinched yourself, with no satisfaction of waking up.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Your brother Theo asked from the other side of the closet. You nodded.

“What’s going on out there?” You asked, your heart skipping beats left and right. This was the scariest thing you had ever been through, that was for sure.

“Where are they!” The man screamed from outside, and you shuttered with fear. “Tell me!” Was his next order.

Suddenly you heard screaming and yelling. You recognized the scream from your mom, and the yells of opposition from your father.

“No no no no no,” you whimpered out, slightly too loud, and Theo covered your mouth with his hand.

From outside, you heard more dominant words coming from the man. “You all will kneel to me now, not your precious King and Queen. I am the ruler of you now, and forever.” He spoke angrily, and you knew you had to do something. Breaking away from your brother’s grasp, you opened the door and ran into the dining hall.

“Don’t touch them!” You screamed, watching as your parents were also on their knees, begging for mercy from the man in front of them.

The man you knew as Loki stood in front of all the people at the gala, all of which were on their knees, your parents in front of them all, men holding their hands behind their backs so they couldn’t move in the slightest.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” The man waltzed over to you with dominance. “What’s your name, little one?” He stroked your cheek with one hand, and held a golden, glowing scepter in the other. You kept your mouth closed, not answering him, in hopes that somehow you could wake up from this nightmare.

“If I tell you, will you leave my parents and my people alone? We are not to kneel, we are a strong nation, and will not be overcome by your foolishness.” You spoke, coming close to gritting your teeth, as there was murmurs and whispering amongst the crowd. You hoped he wasn’t paying much attention to them.

“Feisty little one, aren’t we?” He spoke, pulling you into a different room, you noticed security guards no longer blocking the doors. They must be among the crowd, forced to kneel like everyone else. “Who are you?” He forced you against the nearest wall, and you felt your airway tighten, not being able to get air through thanks to his forcefulness.

“I’m Y/N L/N.” You choked out, and he finally let you go, as your feet landed back on the floor, you almost fell down due to your heels.

“Princess?” He asked, not knowing whether or not you were of royal blood.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, hesitantly. You saw a smirk and a glimmer in his eyes appear on his face, and your heart skipped a beat.

“In order for me to leave your family and your people alone, I’m going to need something in return.” He spoke, and you nodded.

“If money’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get, anything, just don’t do this to my people.”

“Isn’t this their rightful place? To kneel before someone like me, to submit to someone like me, let me rule before them?” He almost scowled at you for your sentiment.

“Maybe they’re meant to be ruled, but I’ll be damned if it’s like this.” You growled, snapping at him.

“You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, Y/N L/N. You’re mine now.” He smirked, trailing the tip of his septor on your face, then poking the tip of your nose with it. You rolled your eyes at his slightly manic behavior.

Loki instantly brought a smack to your cheek, and although it burned, you pretended as if it didn’t. You had to make him believe you were stronger than this. He then brought his hand to the small of your back, and lead you back into the dining hall. “Your precious Y/N has become your savior!” He announced, quite violently, you might add. “She has agreed, to save your people from my rule, to become mine. She is my prisoner. There is nothing you can do to get her back.” He seemed like he was growling by the end of it, and there was nothing you could do to calm him.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” You heard your mother call from the crowd. Walking up to her for the very last time, you bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead, then one on your father’s.

“This is for the good of our people,” you spoke with reassurance. “We will be okay.” You headed back to Loki’s side a moment later, and he watched as your parents cried for your departure. To him, it meant nothing. Loki saw humans as weak, not just because of physique, but mainly because of their sentiment and compassionate nature that lead them to lose many battles.

You were the opposite. You believed that sentiment and compassionate was the way to go, that it created peace and helped people prosper. By becoming ‘Loki’s,’ you thought, you could save your family and people from the rule of a horrible man. Or, as you would learn mere hours later, god. 

Loki, using his scepter -or so you thought- teleported both you and himself to somewhere very unknown to you. You listened as people gasped around you, the immense power that came from his dark presence immediately dissolving and lightening the depressing, unnerving mood. For them, at least. 

For you, the torture continued, as he held onto your gorgeous figure for a moment, as if making sure you were still with him. You were, unfortunately for you. You immediately thought of Theo, and hoped that somehow, he’d meet a wonderful girl, even though you weren’t sure how the night would end for everyone there. 

“Green’s a wonderful color on you, little one. Did you know I was coming?” You heard Loki ask. You shook your head in slight fear, and you heard a chuckle come from his beautiful lips. You looked around the foyer, realizing that the main color palette in the house was black, gold and of course, green. “Scared, kitten?” He asked. You shook your head again, and yet another chuckle came from his lips. You could tell he knew of your fright. What else were you supposed to feel in this moment? Happiness? Relief? Definitely not. “Not up for talking, I guess.” He shrugged with a subtle smirk plastered on his face. You stayed silent, yet again. “Let’s bring you to your room, little one.” You watched as a pair of golden handcuffs clasped over your wrists, and you almost cried out from the tightness, but you wouldn’t give Loki that satisfaction. 

As you walked upstairs, following him, with guards behind you, making sure you wouldn’t pull anything. Your room was right next to Loki’s, and though beautiful, you knew in your heart that you were still a prisoner, never a friend to this horrific man. The bedroom wasn’t too bad, for a prisoner, anyway. The walls were a dark emerald green, the bedspread was white with dark emerald colored accents, with black, green, and white pillows lined up neatly at the head of the bed. There was a gold legged side table with a succulent topping it. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we? I’ll go through some of our rules while we do.” Loki spoke, and your eyes widened. Hopefully he didn’t mean that you’d be undressing in front of him. Unfortunately for you, that’s exactly what he had in mind. Although, he did love you in the glorious ball gown you wore, that seemed to hug your body in all of the right places. But, he wanted to see you in all of your mortal glory. Even if that wasn’t what you wanted. You looked at the door longingly, hoping that he would soon leave. “I’m not going to leave, my pet.” He spoke, as if reading your mind. 

“You can’t make me.” You said without thinking. Yes, he could. Loki had complete and utter control over you, and as long as you wanted to keep your people and family safe, you were his. Completely. A smirk appeared on his face as the sassy look fell from yours. 

“Yes, I can.” 

“Yes, you can.” You spoke, sighing. “I apologize.” 

“Good girl. Now, let’s get that thing off of you.” You turned around at his command, and he found a corset lace-up backing, which he immediately began on. Subconsciously, you hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed with your body. He traced his fingers over the subtle moles on your back, as if intrigued by them. Asgardians were usually completely unmarked, unless given a scar from fighting. But your little ‘flaws’ intrigued him thoroughly. As he unlaced the backing, your sleeves began to fall off of your arms, giving him more and more of your body to look at. You pulled your arms out once had unlocked the cuffs, and the dress began to slip down even further. “Rule number one,” he spoke, dominantly. “Never defy me, or there will be punishments in store for you, little one.” You nodded hesitantly.

You shuddered, realizing that your breasts were now revealed to him, and the cold air hit your back. “Rule number two, you’re mine. Utterly and completely. You are not to talk to any men in this house, except for me.” He told you, and you nodded, even though that rule seemed absolutely bogus to you. Loki stepped in front of you, helping you out of the dress, marveling at your breasts while he was at it. You now stood just in your underwear and silver heels, which you could hear him silently scoff at. What did he have against silver? He admired your body in awe, and you suddenly became self conscious, trying to cover your body as much as you could. “Rule number three, never hide your body from me, sweetness.” Your hands shook as you removed them from your breasts. and part of your stomach. “Good girl.” 

“Rule number four, you will only refer to me as master or sir.” You rolled your eyes, which you soon realized was a mistake. You felt your head held by his large hand, grasping at your throat. 

“I- I’m s-so-rry.” You spat out, as much as you could. His grip on your throat loosened, and you sighed in relief as you could breathe again. Finally. 

“You should be. If you’re a good girl this week, I may even let you sleep in my bed. But for now, we have to make sure you’re not going to pull anything, little one. Understood?”

You nodded. “Yes sir.” 

He smiled in satisfaction, dressing you in an emerald green baby-doll, removing your heels, which he left in the room, but your panties, he tucked into his suit pocket. You tried not to leave a judgmental look on your face as he did. He replaced the gold handcuffs, tucking you in, leaving you wondering how you were going to get out of this mess. 

A Hearts Misunderstanding

Loki x Reader

They/Them pronouns

Takes place right before Thor: Ragnarok

Summary:The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

After a moment of silence, the reader kisses Loki and admits their love for him, sealing the beginning of a budding romance. Thor, always the good-natured mediator, playfully remarks on the young love, taking credit for bringing them together.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

You stood in awe as Thor guided you through the grandeur of Asgard, its magnificent palace towering above you, every corner adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Thor had been a perfect host, sharing stories of Asgard's history, its people, and showing you the hidden gems of the realm.

You couldn't help but laugh as Thor recounted one of his childhood misadventures, and as you did, you noticed a certain someone lurking nearby. Loki, the ever-elusive prince of Asgard, had always had a mysterious air about him, and you had never really been close. In fact, you'd been rather rude to him on several occasions, unknowingly hurting his feelings.

As Thor's laughter echoed through the halls, Loki couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him. He had harbored a not-so-secret secret crush on you for quite some time, but he assumed you held nothing but disdain for him. Your closeness with his brother only fueled the fire of his insecurity.

Loki's patience wore thin, and his emotions got the best of him. He interrupted your merriment with Thor, snapping, "Must we continue with this incessant laughter and endless tales, Thor? There's more to Asgard than your futile anecdotes."

Your laughter ceased, and you turned to Loki, your eyes flashing with annoyance. "Loki, if you're so uninterested, then why don't you just leave?" you retorted sharply.

Thor, sensing the growing tension, stepped in to mediate. "Come on, you two, no need for this."

But Loki, consumed by his jealousy, couldn't be dissuaded. "Maybe I will," he spat, storming off with a heavy heart.

Your anger flared. "What's his problem, Thor?" you questioned, hurt and anger bubbling inside you.

Thor sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy in his eyes. "He's got his demons, Y/N. I'll go talk to him."

You nodded and watched Thor go, trying to make sense of the sudden conflict. Moments later, Loki and Thor returned, but the tension still hung in the air like a thick cloud.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Loki suddenly burst out, "You think you're so clever, Y/N, playing these games with Thor, laughing at his jokes, and pretending you don't see me, but I see you! I've always seen you."

You were taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widening in surprise. Loki's expression had shifted from anger to a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability.

"Say something, anything," he implored, his voice trembling.

You were at a loss for words. The revelation left you unusually quiet. Uncertain of how to respond, you tentatively reached out, your hands resting on his cheeks, and you kissed him softly.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, your forehead pressing against his. The weight of your unspoken feelings finally lifted.

Loki's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and elation dancing in them. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he murmured, "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Just when you thought the moment couldn't get any more perfect, Thor, with his ever-endearing sense of timing, appeared beside you. "Ah, young love," he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "I knew this tour was a good idea."

You and Loki couldn't help but chuckle, your hands still entwined as you shared a knowing glance. Despite the rocky start, Asgard had become the backdrop for the beginning of something beautiful between you and Loki, and Thor was more than happy to take the credit for his part in bringing you two together.

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i hope you guys had as much fun reading this as i did writing this!

So, does that mean that every AU and fanfiction is canon now?

Loki x demigod! Fem!reader (18+)

Prompt: N/A

Warnings: sex duh, uhhh. Not much honestly. Feels at the end?

Words: 2269 (nice)

Notes: I haven't had motivation to do anything except this. So here you go.

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Loki, god of mischief, the trickster, the frostgiant himself. Seen as evil, brooding, a maniac.

You, a mere demigod, able to simply change minds, put yourself in someones head to change their minds. Your mother, a goddess, your father a human. They thought it'd be impossible, and it was even frowned upon, however they let your mother carry out her pregnancy before executing her.

You proudly wore her name as a badge of honour. You weren't afraid of who may not like you or who may attack you for your family line. You were more brave than any other god or goddess in the temple, and you were considered noble to a degree.

Loki admired you, for every trait you held. He watched you from afar until you confronted him one on one.

You stood up to his "father" when you saw how poorly he was being treated, you told him to be kind, and treat everyone as family.

Loki admired your strength, your bravery, your power over others. He became your best friend but good gods he wanted more than that.

He wanted to hold you, treasure you, treat you as you deserved to be. Like a goddess.

You as well held passion for Loki, but wanted to wait for the right time. And wait he did.

Loki didnt even look at another woman whilst he waited for you to ready yourself. He would come over every day and study with you, read all day, or play a long game of chess.

The two of you had formed a rather tight bond, so he was beyond grateful when you sat him down and told him exactly how you felt about him, and from there a relationship bloomed.

The others around you were not happy to find that the prince had fallen for a mixed breed. They glared daggers that he would simply throw back at them while the two of you walked hand in hand.

Men would stare in disgust because they saw you lower than a human, the women hated you because they wanted Loki for themselves.

The possessive glares irked you to no end so although you were very calm, level headed, and kind to everyone you would rant out your frustrations in the bath while Loki rubbed your shoulders.

Finally, one day a girl said something far too upsetting and angering. You gripped Loki's hand tightly and dragged him to your room, shutting the door and leaning back against it, pulling Loki against you to pin you against the door.

You were hurt by the woman's words despite knowing that you shouldn't be. But Loki knew what you wanted and he was happy to oblige.

He wrapped an arm around your corsetted waist, pulling you to him until your waists touched, his other hand grabbed one of your wrists and gave a firm squeeze while he caught your bottom lip in his own. You gave a quiet whimper as he bit your lip, causing your cheeks to burn bright.

The trickster pulled away with a chuckle and gave your lips a final peck, hand smoothing down your clothed back.

You wore a simple black gown with a deep crimson corset, Loki smiled as he easily unpaved the back of the tight material and let it fall open, your waist finally relaxed to its natural position, your breasts fell where they laid comfortably, Loki admired each curve of your natural body before giving you another quick kiss.

"Where do you want to do it my love? Bed? Shower? On a counter somewhere?" Loki asked in a low, gravelly voice, one that shook you to your very core.

"Bed, please." You whispered, cheeks tinged pink as you let him grab your hand to lead you to your messy bed. It wasn't dirty, the sheets were just pushed to the very bottom, pillows were lazily tossed around, it was just unorganized.

Loki didnt mind at all, he brought you to a stop just beside the large mattress to pull you in by your waist. He pulled you into another deep kiss, his fingers danced across your dress before finding its zipper on the back. He hastily pulled it down and let it begin to fall, helping you out of the sleeves and helping pull it past your hips. You were barefoot as usual, preferring no shoes for comfortability.

You laid back on the bed, slowly scooting so Loki could follow you. Once you were situated comfortably he grabbed your thigh, inching it away from the other one as if he had all day. Which he did.

You let yor legs open, smiling as Loki admired your almost naked body.

He leaned over you, sliding between your legs and giving your lips another kiss.

"That foul woman was wrong in every word she said." He whispered, a scary edge to his voice.

"You are mine, and I dont want it any other way. You shall be my wife, my perfect princess. You are mine as i am yours." He whispered against your lips. You smiled at his words, one hand curling into his dark hair to pull his mouth away.

"Then show it, claim me once more, Loki." You demanded, grinning wildly as he smirked and went to work.

You laid back again, tilting your head back as he placed his cold lips against your neck, sucking over your pulse on a mission to leave a visible mark that you were his and only his.

As he kissed further down you relaxed, smiling as he kissed over your chest, cupping both of your breasts to lightly pinch at your rosey nipples. He wrapped his lips around one and you gave a shrill squeak as he playfully bit a little before letting go and running his tongue over it to help soothe it.

Loki appreciated your body more than he could ever explain, he made sure to always take his time with you.

You knew this, of course, and it only made you love him even more.

You giggled quietly as Loki began to kiss down across your stomach, then began to slowly pulled your crimson red panties down. He tossed them aside before taking a moment to admire your full glory.

You were taken by surprise when you dove down moments later to bury his face against you. Your face immediately reddened but you couldnt focus on that because his tongue was teasing over your clit side to slid, dipping down to lap over your soaking hole, then coming back up to lap at your clit.

You let out breathy moans and soft whines for more, legs spreading more as your hands reached down to tangle into his jet black hair. Loki smiled before shifting and adding his dominant hand into play.

You were surprised when you felt his middle finger prodding at your hole but let out a full moan as it pressed in all the way and immediately curled against your g-spot. Within seconds Loki added a second one and rubbed happily against your sensitive spot, causing your thighs to tremble and fingers to tug on his hair.

His tongue never left your needy clit as he fingered you, which caused you to moan more.

The pleasure was building up, leading to a feeling of pure euphoria.

When your orgasm hit, it hit like a truck.

Your eyes buldged before closing tightly, your lip tucked firmly between your teeth as your hips suddenly jerked erratically against Loki's talented mouth. He didn't stop until you were finished, then he pulled away and stripped himself, getting out of bed as he did so.

Loki did it slowly, smiling as you stared at him with hungry eyes. When it came down to the last article of clothing, you could very clearly see his erection through it. Usually you would kneel for him and give him the Royal treatment but tonight was different. You watched as he reached into a drawer beside your bed, and pulled out a solid black cock ring.

"I am going to make you mine. By the time I am finished, my queen, everybody will know that I only have eyes for you." He said softly, crawling back over you and giving you a deep kiss, tongues clashing and fighting before he pulled away and positioned himself between your legs, the fat girth pressed against your slick cunt.

"Please Loki, don't start teasing me now my king. Make me cry your name to the gods and make sure everyone in all of Asgard knows." You whispered, looking up at him and holding eye contact as he nodded and slowly began to press in.

He held his cock by the hilt to keep steady as he pushed in, the both of you moaning as he pressed all the way in. Your eyes fluttered as he looked down where he connected to you.

With him, you felt so absolutely stuffed full, it knocked the wind out of you and made you dizzy.

Loki gave you a moment to take deep breaths before he squeezed your hips and pulled out, then thrusted in again.

You both moaned, your head pressing back further into the soft pillow. Loki leaned over your body, bracing himself on his forearms.

Then he set a solid pace, satisfying the both of you more than words could describe. One of your hands grabbed his and the other left bright red claw marks down his back.

Loki went on for a while until he reached between the two of you, watching your reaction as he began to furiously rub your clit again. He gave a surprised groan when it caused you to constrict around him so tightly that he had to stop and let you relax again.

This went on for hours, eventually he had one hand rubbing your clit, your hips grinding in a sloppy pattern with his, you held your own breast and played with your own nipple as he kissed over your neck.

The combined pleasure made your eyes roll back in pleasure, your thighs trembled and completely seized as you came again, squeezing around Loki's hips tighter than they ever had before.

Once you had came one more time, Loki pulled out and snatched the ring off. You, despite being a little dizzy, rolled onto the floor on your knees and Loki came to edge. His hand moved at lightning speed until he gave a thrust into his fist and came.

It was a sight to see. Lokis hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat, his cheeks pink and eyes blown wide. He panted as his cum shot out onto your chest, your collarbones, your cheeks, and a little landed near your mouth.

You swiped the small amount beside your lip away and sucked it off before leaning forward and giving a long, slow lick over the head of Loki's softening dick. It weakly twitched and spit out the last bit of what was a large load.

Loki chuckled and stood up a second later, dragging you into the bathroom to clean you up. He grabbed a washcloth and as he cleaned his cum off of you he also was sure to leave many more hickies across your neck.

You tried to stay silent, you were sore and weren't ready for another round yet, but when you let out a soft whimper Loki smirked. His hand slowly trailed down between your legs, laughing as he felt the slickness. You pouted but still slowly dragged your hips across his hand.

Loki went along with it, except at one point he crooked his fingers and suddenly two fingers buried themselves inside of you. They curled against your spot and switched between rubbing against it or pressing against it for added pressure.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, moaning and panting weakly as you let him please you once more. It took almost no time for your eyes to fall shut again as you managed to cum once more with a long moan of Loki's name.

After that the prince cleaned you up and made sure you were cleaned up before carrying you into the bedroom again. He put you in your comfy clothes before sliding beside you, completely naked. It was almost dark so you two were going to head to bed already.

"Loki, why do you stay?" You asked randomly in the night. You had woken up from a weird dream and just felt the need to ask.

You could feel Loki's breathing change suddenly, and a long while passed. As soon as you were going to turn over and forget about it, he began to answer.

"I stay because you had my attention since i first heard you speak. Not when i first saw you, but when i heard how intelligent you are. When I heard your name. When I saw and i heard how you've been treated. You are so intelligent. You're hilarious, you read and play chess for fun, you are amazing at everything you do my queen. I stay because I know and trust that you'll stay with me as well. I love you my sweet dear and i always will." He had sounded groggy, but you loved it. Tears brimmed your eyes as you cuddled closer to him and closed your eyes.

"I love you Loki. But I'll tell you why later." You said before yawning loudly.

The both of you fell asleep cuddled closely, dreaming fondly of each other.

Loki: And then he went into the odinsleep.

Y/n:......

Loki: Are you oka-

Y/n: When odin takes a poop is it called odinshit?

Thor: *looks at y/n, terrified*

Loki and Thor: Oh my god she's right.

Cooking with Loki.

“What if I was a robot and I didn’t know it?” (Old)

   AU idea: (Android-Loki AU by myself, lol. Though I’m sure someone else must’ve thought of this, haha.)

   Possible trigger warnings?: Parental neglect? I mean, it’s Loki, he’s the poster child of parental abuse/neglect. Brief mention of a mortal kombat fatality-style death.

   Full idea below:

   We’ll call this Loki...Lodroid? Just for the sake of simplicity. (I might come up with a better name later.)

   In this timeline, Lodroid was made as a ‘companion’ and ‘protector’ of sorts for Thor, as he was an only child in this universe. Everyone but Thor and Lodroid knew about it, but Odin made it an unspoken law to never mention it to either of them.

   Lodroid was programmed with a ‘self-awareness protocol’ that basically forces him to avoid any thought or idea that he’s robotic. So, his mind forces him to avoid the thought subconsciously, which would be overridden by any physical proof that this is the case. (Thus why nobody is allowed to mention it.) Lodroid is also pre-programmed to see Thor as his brother and Frigga/Odin as his parents.

   ‘Magic’ infused within Lodroid’s body made him capable of magic on his own, as well as casting a disguise over his robotic body to make him seem organic. (Like how he was cast over to not look like a Jotun in the OG universe.) His robotics also made specifically to seem as ‘asgardian’ as possible. (Ie: He can eat and drink, which is turned into fuel to power him, he needs sleep, he feels pain, he feels emotion, etc.)

   For many years, he ‘grew up’ alongside his brother Thor, Odin, and Frigga. (Odin still neglected him, he was still ignored and basically bullied by the other Asgardians, etc. Frigga still was kind to him though, still seeing him as her son, even if he was artificial, as she knows that he still has emotions and thoughts.) 

   So, it basically remains pretty similar up until the events of ‘Thor’. When they end up in Jotunheim. Here, Lodroid’s arm is grabbed by the Jotun, but instead of turning blue, his skin starts to crumble like it does for everyone else. Lodroid panicked and in pain, lashes out. Remember when I said he was a ‘protector’ as well as companion? He was outfitted with weaponry, which only activated here, when both brothers were in critical danger. Lodroid’s palm fires a blast of highly concentrated energy, which basically fires right through the Jotun (Fatality, Loki wins)

   Of course, this wasn’t normal magic, Lodroid was well-aware of that as soon as he realized what happened. But if not his usual magic, what was it?

   Thor gets sent to earth, and Lodroid goes mad trying to figure out what it was. Then, it clicks. He finds the beam matched that of the destroyer's almost exactly. Lodroid figures out that there’s an enchantment cloaking him and while standing in front of a mirror, uses his own magic to override the illusion. Only to be met with a terrible sight.

   Lodroid is met with mechanics, metal, and two green, glowing camera shutter optical lenses. (I imagine it looks similar to a mixture of C-3PO and a terminator.) And now he can see it: ‘Self awareness protocols disengaged’... ‘System procedures visible’...  ‘Information overload in progress’... ‘Emotional levels reaching critical’...  ‘Systems crashing’...  ‘Oxygen levels compromised’... 

   This is the point he’s found by Odin, who finds him staring at his uncloaked appearance in the mirror. ‘Meltdown in progress’. However in this version of events, due to his not actually being organic, he’s disallowed the throne by default as he’s not recognized as Odin’s ‘real son’. (”Was I just some toy for Thor to play with until he grows bored of me?! What would you have done had you no use of me, would you have thrown me into a scrapyard?!”)

   Frigga tries to get him to calm down, oh how she tries. But Lodroid, unable to access the destroyer’s might, is basically forced to confront Thor on his own. Thor doesn’t recognize him at first, as he’s still uncloaked here, but Sif and the warriors definitely do. It’s a shock to the senses for Thor, who up until now was also in the dark about it. Sif and the others are convinced that Lodroid is irreversibly off the deep-end, Sif even mentioning in passing that she ‘saw this coming a long time ago.’ (Insert Darcy making a robocop or terminator joke, you choose, lol.)

   The fight is way more emotional than you might think it is at first. Lodroid and Thor basically ending in a tie as Thor basically tells Lodroid that regardless of what secrets may be hiding, that he’ll always be his brother. (He deserves a semi-happy conclusion to this, you can’t tell me otherwise.) Big difference in this timeline: Lodroid doesn’t go back to Asgard. He says he will once they try making the trip home (with some side eyes from Sif and the others.) but when they arrive in Asgard from the bifrost, he’s not there.

   Nope, Lodroid left sneakily. He’s off to try and figure out what to do next after this huge revelation/identity crisis. But that doesn’t mean he won’t end up appearing for ‘The Avengers’. Thor is kind of bummed out, because he can’t find his brother, but hey, at least he can visit his girlfriend here instead of just disappearing, eh?

   This post is getting long so I’ll leave this here for now. If people like it enough I might make a sequel for ‘The Avengers’.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Astraphobia/Lilapsophobia

   Loki felt his body tense a little as thunder surged overhead. Though he tried his best to ignore it, the sinking feeling in his stomach kept bringing his attention back every time the sound erupted. It practically shook the tower, but no doubt everyone else either wasn’t bothered or were already asleep.

   Of course, Loki was awoken by it, and thanks to his discomfort, he couldn’t bring himself to fall back asleep. Not until it passed at least.

   He wouldn’t admit it was a fear. The mere idea of him being afraid of thunder and lighting would’ve been laughable to anyone and everyone. ...Or at least that’s what he thought. But right as another crackle of thunder boomed outside, the light flashed through the room, making him jump, and the door to his room swung open loudly.

   (Y/N) slammed the door shut behind him. He had been trying to convince himself to knock and come in for a few minutes, feeling a bit embarrassed about wanting to not be alone during the storm. But after the ear-piercing sound and the bright light, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing the door open and immediately running in. His face was drained of colour and his eyes were wide. It looked like he had just seen a headless ghost. He was trying his best to hide it, but Loki could see that he was shaking.

   “...Are you alright?” (Y/N) almost couldn’t speak, he felt like there was a lump in his throat the size of an orange.

   “S-sorry.” He muttered. “Can I ju-just stay in here until the storm g-goes?” Before Loki could respond, another flash and boom sounded. Almost as if a flash bang had been thrown into the room. (Y/N) let out a loud yelp, and the next thing Loki knew, (Y/N) was snuggled up to him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as he shook wildly.

   “...You’re afraid of thunder?” The slight tremble in Loki’s voice betrayed him, but at this point that barely mattered.

   “It’s childish, I know. It’s...it’s just so loud.” Loki could feel him sinking against him deeper as he muttered that little explanation. (Y/N)’s entire body tense as he anticipated another strike.

   It wasn’t just that it was loud though, or that it was sudden, but it was because of just how bad the storm had gotten. Shaking the tower, lighting everything so brightly that it felt like it could’ve blinded you. It just felt like it was only going to get worse.

   It didn’t take long before the power went out. The storm was far too violent for the tower’s system to take apparently. The only light was coming from the moon, the city, and the lightning strikes that still seemed to shake the tower.

   Loki, at this point, barely cared about his fear being found out, especially knowing (Y/N) had a similar, if not the same, fear. The two of them clutched each other tight, attempting in vain to distract themselves.

   Slowly but surely, the storm started to quiet down. It wasn’t gone yet, but it had at least calmed to the point that Loki's fight or flight response had quieted as well. He took a few moments to silently try and compose himself.

   “...It’s- it’s not childish. It bothers me just as much.” Loki muttered. (Y/N) nodded, unable to speak. Another clap of thunder, thankfully far quieter. “Ironic, isn’t it? Thor’s brother, afraid of thunder storms.”

   After a while, Loki’s soft voice and the quieting thunder started to calm them both down. The storm began to pass, as (Y/N) found his voice and began conversing with him in an attempt to drown out what remained of the noise. Loki explained that he used to be afraid of thunder when he was a child, as he ran his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair. Apparently, there was a period of his life where he’d gotten over that fear with the help of Thor and Frigga. But after what happened on Asgard, and in the events leading up to the attack on New York, suddenly his fear had sprung up again, but far worse.

   The current calming atmosphere, the conversation, and the feeling of being in each other’s arms, however? It didn’t take long before the distant sound of thunder was leaving the two asleep.

   Asleep after a miraculous and unorthodox bonding experience.