Lady of mischief- Part three
Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader
Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory against his brother as the next king. But one ladyâs approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that thereâs another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.
The temperature of the night air seemingly rose with several degrees. How could you not have heard him?
âRed? You certainly know how to make a man chase after you (Y/n), Iâll give you that. Though I canât say Iâm too fond of your little prank.â When you looked down into the red liquor cupped in your hand, his reflection was visible slightly to your left. He came from the doors, at least. But had you also not seen his reflection even though you stared right at it before?
âYouâve done some training. Got tired of me seeing through your schemes, Prince Loki?â It was true that there was a time where you found him easy to read. When you were younger, you used to tease him for wearing his emotions on his sleeve in front of you. He never let down his guard with anyone else so you took his laziness as an insult back then. Henna would defend his behavior by saying âmaybe he trusts you more than he does the othersâ but that was absurd.
Dark combed back hair framing the face of a snake. Eyes cold and alluring. Every woman youâve seen interacting with him so far has fallen for his dark charms. Well, except for Lady Sif, of course.
Even Henna excused his demeanor.
That man trusted nobody but himself.
âYouâre avoiding the question.â The heat wasnât in your imagination. As he took place beside you, resting his arms on the golden railing, a drop of sweat trickled down your back. The open back of the dress seemed like a good pick hours ago. Gods do sweat, anything else is a lie.
You didnât want to meet his eyes again. Your body betraying you like this was enough already.
âI didnât hear you speak a question. How am I supposed to know what you want.â You kept your chin up, focusing on not letting your dignity falter in front of the god of mischief.
He began parting his lips to say something but you cut him off.
âAnd a one-word-sentence isnât a question, by the way.â He caught a chuckle in his throat and you stared off to the opposite side of the railing. A glass lamp with thousands of shattered pieces in different colors became the subject for your eyes. Anything, just so you wouldnât have to give him the satisfaction of turning around.
âYou seem to be oddly fascinated by that lamp, dear.â The voice of a snake. His calm voice so smooth and rough at the same time. The pet name made your skin crawl and your hands gripped the glass of wine just a bit harder. The lean surface quivered and cried under your touch.
All his formalities, gone. When nobody was watching, did he really believe he could speak to you like an old friend? Well, you had to look at him now when he so roughly pointed out your mistake.
Your lips turned into a thin line as you challenged his gaze. Eyes of steel compared to his icy ones. No, not icy this time. They resembled a calm sea more than anything else. When you started thinking about it, did those eyes ever look at you with anything else than the resemblance of calmness? Had you ever only seen his cold demeanor directed towards other people?
âDid you want anything from me, your highness? Since you came looking for me. Because I have to admit that I donât feel very generous today.â The words were constructed to sound like an apology but you forcing them out through your teeth killed that illusion.
When you were younger, you used to be able to read him. His eyes were the mirror of his every thought, to you. Whenever you found him leaving his fatherâs company, eyes glossed over with tears or when they literally turned several shades brighter whenever he wanted something.
He had clearly practiced to keep his eyes in check. You couldnât tell what he was thinking anymore.
Though, were his eyes usually as radiant of a blue?
Probably, you have been overthinking things a lot lately.
âYou seemed overwhelmed back there. I couldnât possibly ignore that stressed pout you made whenever Thor harassed you with his presence. Had to make sure you seemed fine.â You wouldâve snickered at his comment about prince Thor if it wasnât for you focusing so hard on not throwing yourself off the balcony. Of course you could go back inside but that would just be like throwing yourself into the arms of the beasts out to hunt you again. Your fists balled up until your knuckles turned white. The poor glass of wine was the last thing in your thoughts now.
âDonât pretend like you care.â He could pretend all he wanted. That you could still see through. His hunger for power, a throne. Manipulating you into giving him what he wanted would never be an option if you had a hand in the matter.
âIâm not.â His voice was closer now. You could smell his scent with ease at this distance. Old books and a fresh shower with a hint of freshly grinded coffee beans. His hands left the railing and were now hovering over your arm. Not touching you, since he knew you despised his touch. At least thatâs what you told him when you were young. The regret and guilt struck you later after your outburst since it wasnât true.
âNot doing what?â Cursing the lump that had formed in your throat, you stared off into the distance at the sleeping city. But Loki only got closer up until his breath fanned your ear and his hair brushed against your bare neck. Couldnât he leave already?
Whatever comeback you had prepared was suddenly irrelevant. The heat would consume you.
Something faltered under the immense pressure you felt and the glass of wine shattered in your hands. The shards bounced off the rooftops below the balcony like a rain of deadly crystals. Your hands stained with red, and so did the chest fabric of your dress as the liquor splattered onto the ground.
The prince put distance between the two of you and made his way to the doors.
You barely breathed as you watched him go. What had you done? Did you lose control? You never lost your cool like that.
Before he left the balcony, he stopped without turning his frame to meet yours.
âAnd donât feel bad about the glass, (Y/n). Itâs no great loss in this palace. But I would advice you to soothe that blush of yours before you return to the ballroom. Or else the people might start believing that you actually hold feelings for me and we donât want that, do we?â With we, he meant you. It was clear as day.
A green flashing caught your attention from the corner of your eyes. Looking down at the scene, every piece of evidence that the glass of wine had ever existed was erased, as well as the stains on your dress.
For a second you had believed him when he said that he actually cared about your wellbeing. But now you understood that he only came out here to take back his pride. To assert his dominance after you made a fool out of him tonight. In the eyes of the public, youâd won tonight. But Loki got his point across and that was a win for him.
*Later the same evening after the banquet*
âYou wanted to see me, uncle?â The guest room of the king of Olympus couldâve been fancier. Zeus had turned the entire thing into a working space and only the bed stood untouched by the endless piles of paperwork and maps of the different realms. âUncleâ was a term Zeus himself wanted you to use, since he felt you were being too insincere calling him your majesty all the time.
The man motioned for you to sit down at the chair opposite from his desk and you followed right after. His years as a god shouldâve made winkles and eyeliner start to form in his face but just like the rest of the gods, he used his immortality to look young and unfazed. Only the tired and weary eyes could not be covered up with tricks. In that way, he looked so very old and broken. But you knew that there were a long history of rage, jealousy and conflict contained in that mind of his. Maybe he didnât look like this before his powers started to fade. You hadnât asked. Not because you cared that much anyway. The man was a coward and a savage when he deemed fit.
âPrince Loki came to me during the banquet with some concerning news.â Straight to the point at least. Thatâs why he took a different path back then? To go and cry about it with the only two people in the room who held authority over you? What a coward move. He really expected you to believe that he genuinely cared about you or was that just something he said?
âOpenly rejecting a precious gift from one of the princes without the slightest apology in mind? Thatâs something I canât allow to happen again. Our relationship with the Asgardians is unstable as it is.â
It wouldnât be unstable if you two just agreed on the fact that both the realms are equally superior to one another.
Because that was truly the only reason this marriage of convenience even came to existence. Two stubborn old men unable to accept the fact that a king of another realm, completely opposite to the other, would be able to raise a realm as grand and strong as theirs.
âI have the right to reject a gift. Am I suddenly forced to wear a simple piece of clothing as soon as someone gives it to me?â
âYou wouldnât not be wearing it if it was as simple as you describe it to be.â
It wasnât like you hadnât gotten into trouble for resisting the princes courtship before. You suspected youâd get in trouble for it sooner or later.
You kept quiet for a moment but it was clear that Zeus would not be satisfied until the real reason was on the table.
âI have no interest to take any of them as my husband. One is an arrogant goof thinking with his muscles and the other is a lying snake. I donât want the princes to think they have a chance if they donât.â Your voice was steady but you kind of knew in advance that your freedom was over as soon as you turned serious. After all, this was a threat to his rule as a king. âIf the heir of Olympus isnât detained in a marriage with another realm, sheâs free to claim the throneâ is probably what the maids are saying back home at the palace.
Silence filled the room and dread started filling your body without you knowing why. You shifted in your seat under the gaze of the god of the sky. But was he really god of the sky if the sky rejected him? Maybe the sky had enough of his mistakes. At this point in history, the entire nature had showed that they wanted a change of power by now.
A few more moments went by before he scratched his chin and sighed.
âThen I have no choice but to restrict you from leaving Asgard until youâve made up your mind.â It came as a punch in the gut and you had to repeat the words in your head several times.
Cannot leave Asgard, restriction, trapped.
âNo! Thatâs absurd. I donât need to make up my mind if Iâve already decided. You cannot banish a goddess from her realm!â
Yes he can and he has done so several times, your father Apollo being a great example for that. Several times at that.
âIf this relationship with Asgard is going to work, you need to understand that sacrifices has to be made.â
Sacrifice? This was not a sacrifice. It was banishment. âšYou were at a loss of words. A glass of water on the desk started vibrating as the first sign that you were about to lose control for the second time tonight.
âCalm down, (Y/n).â You couldnât hear his words very well. The glass wasnât the only thing vibrating anymore, but the walls and seemingly your whole world too. But the ground was definitely shaking.
Earthquakes, a trait you âstoleâ from your father Poseidon. You havenât gotten the time to refine your powers since the fuss about your marriages had been in the way. Thus you couldnât control the eruptions of your mind reflecting onto the nature at times.
âDoes it still count as a sacrifice if Iâm not the one making the decision but still the lamb to be slaughtered.â You could tell he was annoyed now. The foolish man was not used to being talked back to even though the people of Olympus has been doing it ever since his rule began. You knew heâd made up his mind already; therefore the pulsing energy of the earth disrupting from its place only seemed to intensify.
âIt is what I say it is. Now, my words are official, (Y/n). Starting as to now, youâre restricted from entering Olympus and are expected to attend to the princes sides until youâve decided who youâll marry. If you have nothing else of matter to say, then you may leave.â
Was this Lokiâs intent when he came to Zeus? No, it couldnât have been. Loki knew better than anyone how it felt to be trapped, caged like an animal. So if this was truly his intention, then he was a fucker indeed.
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