Warnings: drinking, kind of hurt/comfort, mentions of past relationship, soft Loki, fluff
Wordcount: 300
For the June Jukebox Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | June 1st: Joy To The World - Three Dog Night / “I never understood a single word he said”
A/N: Felt so rusty when starting this one but I'm pretty happy with how it ended up. Hope you like it!!
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The humidity gave way to the chilly breeze as you and Loki stretched the conversation across hours of slow sipping drinks under the stars that midsummer night.
Loki listened to each slightly slurred word of yours, and the air grew heavier with the feeling of significance; you’d still return to this moment in memory after it was long gone.
“I never understood a single word he said,” you admitted, your lips pursed tightly, deep in thought. “Of course, as you can imagine, by the time I figured out there wasn’t anything to be understood, he already drove me to the brink of my sanity and I’d already done wonders for his ego.” You grinned at Loki despite the bitterness that lingered each time you spoke of your past lover.
Loki shot you a bittersweet smile, nudging your shoulder. “It's not all bad though, is it? There’s still joy to the world,” he tried.
You gave a considering hum, nodding to agree with his words eventually. “There's good wine,” you raised your glass to him.
“And other lovers to be had.” Loki added cheekily as he clinked his glass to yours.
“Oh, yeah, people are lining right up for me!” You said sarcastically, unraveling into a fit of laughter.
“I am.”
You paused, your glossy gaze setting on his. “You're what?” You asked, half expecting him to tell you he didn't say a thing.
“I'm lining up for you, darling,” he said, averting his gaze to the night sky. He failed to contain the smile breaking through on his face and you soon found yourself matching it.
“I think I'm lining up for you too,” you said, nudging his shoulder while warmth settled in your chest.
“Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. Mother fears he may never awaken again. She has refused to leave my father's bedside. You can bring your urgent matter to me.”
This dress is decorated with sequins, bugle beads, cut glass beads, gems and lace. It very obviously takes inspiration from the patterns and symbols of ancient Egypt
Loki wasn’t born to be king, but his Alpha sense and his strong mind made even the old King of Asgard bow in submission. Can anyone make him bow in submission?
What happens when he finds a lone Omega in his personal garden, stealing?
Warnings will be updated as the series continues: Reader steals, reader gets hurt & Loki helps, Frigga cameo, reader is described as skin and bones, and very dirty. Violence towards reader(by guards), loki threatens guards with death. Angst and fluff.
This series belongs to @man-o-mine!! Do NOT steal!! Do NOT use header picture.
all loki’s ever wanted was sweet maiden you. you treaded quietly and quickly behind frigga all the time, when she was alive. the way you handled yourself and took care of yourself pulled some un-admitted admiration from him. he just never knew when or how to approach you. you were like a fleeting moment in the air. your robes, dresses, so fitting yet modest enough to keep his imagination stirring. as he had cast himself as odin to finally proclaim the throne, he thought of ways he could claim you. you were ever the obedient one. bringing grapes to “odin” serving “odin” and there’s something about how non-whiny you were that got him wanting to push. to keep pushing you for unnecessary wants until you blasted on him. oh how loki fathomed in pressing all the wrong buttons. he never loved being the only insane one in the room. and imagine his surprise when he pretended to speak ill of himself in front of you only for you to defend his honor. oh loki was truly going to enjoy this game. you were in his cage now.
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