Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.
Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.
Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.
Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.
Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.
This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.
Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.
Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn
Chapters Index 👇🏼
*Contains SMUT
1. Prologue*
2. When Opportunity Knocks*
3. The Message*
4. Denial*
5. The Lost Prince
6. Ill-prepared
7. Meeting Sigyn
8. Doubt*
9. Family Dinner
10. Paths Not Taken
11. The Betrothal Feast
12. Discoveries
13. The Chase
14. Heart to Heart
15. A Token*
16. The Best Man
17. A Kingly Visit
18. Home*
19. Seeing
20. Oh, Brother
21. Fond Farewells- Part One*
22. Fond Farewells- Part Two*
23. The Bachelor Party
24. Brother Mine
25. Reunion
26. Unexpected
27. Sigyn's Virtue
28. Sera's Trials
29. Bed Rest*
30. Purpose
31. The Wedding
32. The Reception
33. His Goddess*
34. Epilogue*
A Gift for Loki One-Shots
The Gift of the Sun*
The Gift of Distraction*
The Gift of Distraction - Part Two*
A/N: Being a God has its perks; strength, accelerated healing, stamina...
Word Count: 2200
Rating: Mature
Tags: Loki being a spoiled prince, implied smut, nothing too graphic
Chapter Index
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*
Loki was famished by the time he had finished with the maid from the library. He had made her come three more times before he left her. He took her from behind in front of the fireplace. He had her on her back on the chaise. And the first time he took her, he lowered her onto himself, and she rode him hard while they were still on the sofa.
He forgot to ask for her name, but he made another mental note: ‘Housemaid, short, blonde: good kisser, eager to please, deft hands, comes easily.’
He walked swiftly through the palace with a broad smile, wholly sated but starving. He walked straight for his chambers, taking long strides. His library adventure had occupied most of the early evening, and he missed dinner in the main hall. Not that he cared much; while his parents were away on business, all the courtiers had been demanding too much of his attention, boring him with their tales of inferred affronts or trying to engage him in other political discussions.
“Brother!” Distracted by his daydreams, he almost ran into his brother, Thor, as he reached the top of the staircase. “I was looking for you at dinner.”
“I missed it,” he said, not slowing his pace.
“I do not dare guess why,” Thor observed the flush in his usually pale cheeks, the messy state of his usually kempt hair, and the disheveled look of his clothes. Not to mention the enormous smile pasted on his face. “Either you just won a fight, or you were dipping your wick somewhere.”
“You are too clever, Brother. I can keep no secret from you. I am just back from the training grounds.”
“Obviously.” Thor rolled his eyes at his brother’s weak attempt at deception. Loki’s promiscuous reputation was hardly a secret. Ever since he was a teenager, he had basked in the fleshly attention he received after growing into his looks. It was even rumored that he lost his virginity while in the company of two maidens from his history class.
He frequently seduced servants, nobles, and even commoners living in the capital city surrounding the palace. It was a power he loved wielding. He always made sure it was a win-win situation. He relished giving pleasure as much as he loved receiving it. He always used the proper spells to shield himself from getting a child on someone or catching an infection.
When Loki did court, it lasted only a short time. He found keeping company with the same person became tedious after a while. He usually broke things off before the other person got any ideas that it could be a long-term endeavor.
Thor, on the other hand, preferred to court his partners and only took them to bed once promises of commitment were exchanged.
“If you will excuse me now, Brother, I have worked up quite the appetite today and am desperate for a bath.”
“Of course. But if you could spare some time before breakfast, I would like to get your thoughts on the message from Mother.” Loki reached into his pocket, double-checking that he remembered the envelope.
“Yes. Yes. Nothing would make me happier.”
Thor’s eyebrows shot up, “You haven’t read it yet, have you?”
“Of course not. I told you I have had a hectic day—lots of meetings…and physical… combat training. I am ravenous. I will look it over once I have eaten, I promise.”
“It’s important.” Thor gave him a serious look.
“Of course. You have my word.”
“I will meet with you here before breakfast then. Rest well, Brother.” Thor left Loki at the double doors to his apartment.
Loki called for his chambermaid as soon as he entered his sitting room.
“Your Highness,” the maid called Sera responded with a deep curtesy.
“Draw my bath and lay out my robe. Send for my dinner, something hearty, and have it set up by the fire when I get out of the tub.”
“Right away, My Prince.” She hurried off to the bathroom that lay just beyond Loki’s bedroom.
He removed the message from his mother, still sealed with wax in its parchment envelope. He thought about opening it now but recalling his brother’s face when he asked about it; he decided to wait until he was fed and comfortable. He left it on his desk and sunk into his chair. The activities of the day played on repeat in his mind.
“Your bath is ready, Your Highness.”
Loki headed to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him.
“Make sure those are cleaned and pressed,” he ordered unnecessarily as the chambermaid followed behind him, gathering the laundry as she went.
“Yes, My Prince.”
Loki sunk into the deep bathtub, submerging himself to wet his hair. Sera pulled a basket and a stool out of a nearby cabinet and settled down next to the tub. She selected the shampoo from the basket and began washing his hair. She used her nails to massage his scalp just the way he liked.
“Divine,” he whispered.
“Head back, please.”
He obliged as she rinsed his hair with a large pitcher filled with warm water and lavender essence. She gently wrung out the water from his shoulder-length tresses when all the suds were gone. Next, she took her time massaging the lavender conditioning oils into his scalp with the pads of her fingers.
She loved hearing the little sounds of pleasure the prince made while she was caring for him. It made her so proud of the job she did. She would do, and has done, anything the prince desired. She combed all the knots from his hair, loving how it felt like black silk under her fingers.
“May I join you in the bath tonight, Your Highness? I could scrub your back like last time.” She kept her voice low and quiet behind him.
“As wonderful as that sounds, I am afraid I will have to pass tonight.” As if on cue, Loki’s stomach growled loudly. “I will finish washing. You go and check on my dinner.”
“Yes, My Prince.” She sounded disappointed as she placed a stack of clean towels on the stool she just vacated. “You must be starving. I will make haste.”
Loki finished his bath; exiting the tub, he wrapped a towel around his waist. He took another towel and started patting his top half dry.
Looking in the mirror, he admired his “battle scars.” Light blue and purple mouth-sized bruises at the base of his neck, chest, and abdomen, and fingernail scratches on his back and buttocks. He gave himself a broad smile in the mirror.
‘Not bad for a day’s work,’ he thought to himself. Fortunately, as a God imbued with the magic of the Æsir, he had accelerated healing; soon there would be no trace of his lusty activities.
In his bedroom, he found his favorite robe lying across his bed. He put it on over his naked body, tying the sash loosely around his waist.
His dinner awaited him as he entered the front room of his chambers. He settled in at the little table beside the fireplace and ate his fill, enjoying every morsel. Clean and with a full belly, Loki was enjoying the warmth of the fire, almost ready to fall asleep in his chair as Sera came over to clean up.
Loki perked up slightly as he took in the view of the curve of her bum as she leaned over the table to clear it. “Thank you for your service, sweetling. You are the finest chambermaid I have ever had.” She followed his eyes as he ran his gaze traveled over her body.
She blushed as she stacked the dishes on the tray. “It is my pleasure to serve you, Your Highness.” She carried the tray to the table by the chamber’s main entrance and quickly returned to the prince’s side. She stared at his bare chest peeking out from his loose robe, heat rising in her body. “May I…will you be requiring-” Loki’s mouth cut her off. He kissed her deeply, wrapped one hand around her waist, and raised the other to massage her breast as he stood up from his chair.
“You have already served me so well tonight. Take the rest of the night off. I have work to do.” She looked stricken as he stepped away from her toward his desk. “And tomorrow morning as well. I think I still remember how to dress myself.” He picked up the message from his mother and eyed it warily.
“If you please, it would be my pleasure, My Prince.” She moved to his side again.
“Oh, of that, I am sure,” Loki said, chuckling, laying the envelope back on the desk. “I cannot have you getting too attached to me, sweetling. I will ruin you for all other men.”
Feeling emboldened, she untied the sash holding Loki’s robe closed. Her eyes drank in his beautiful, naked body. Her heart raced, and her skin felt like fire. She ran her hands down his chest, looking up at his ocean-blue eyes.
“Please?” she asked meekly.
“Mmmm….” He kissed her gently. “So bold.” He took her face into both of his hands. “I do have work to do.” He kissed her again. “But you do taste so sweet.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body to his. “I have an early meeting with my brother, pet.” He gave her a deep kiss, pulling her hair ribbon, letting her hair fall from the knot on the top of her head like a chestnut waterfall down to her waist.
“He will be very cross with me if I am ill-prepared,” he kissed her again. He was untying her apron behind her back. “You should go sleep in your quarters tonight. I need my rest.” She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, and looked up at Loki with mock sad eyes. He laughed and kissed her bottom lip before nipping it with his teeth.
“Let me warm your bed tonight, My Prince, and in the morning, I will wake you for your early meeting.” She raised her tiptoes so that her mouth was close to Loki’s ear, “I will wake you with my mouth. If it would please my Prince.” She ran her hand over his hip and cradled his length in her palm.
With that, the last bit of Loki’s resolve faltered. The message from his mother was all but forgotten as he lifted Sera from the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bedroom and threw her down on the bed.
Despite already having had copious amounts of sex that day, Loki obliged the chambermaid for hours more until she was happy and sated. She was amorous and eager, and he was delighted to please her. He was exhausted by the time she finally drifted off to sleep.
It was well after midnight when he slipped from the bed, pulling on his robe; he tried to make as little noise as possible as he shut the bedroom door behind him.
As much as he wanted to stay tangled up with the naked sleeping woman in his warm bed, he finally needed to read that message from his mother. He promised Thor, and Loki always kept his promises to his brother.
He carried the envelope to one of the large leather armchairs near the fireplace. With a wave of his hand, the fire roared back to life. Sinking in and getting comfortable, Loki took a deep breath and broke the wax seal. His eyes glided quickly over the paper covered in his mother’s elegant handwriting.
As he read, several emotions crossed his beautiful face: amusement, concern, horror, and finally, disbelief. He shook his head.
‘How? How could they do this to me? Mother knows my feelings. How could she think this is a good idea?’ As exhausted as he was a few minutes earlier, he made no move to return to his bed and the young beauty it held. Instead, he sat and stared into the fire, silently reeling from the news he had just received.
‘My dearest boys, your father and I continue our diplomatic tour of Asgard, hearing from the people and meeting with the Lords and Ladies of the realm.
We recently spent several weeks in the North. It is sparsely populated but extraordinarily rich in resources. Your father and I toured an emerald mine, visited the home of a local cattle farmer, and spent quite a bit of time with the Warden of the North, Lord Anderson and his family.
Which brings me to the main purpose of this letter. Your father was quite taken with their family’s story. Lord and Lady Anderson lost both of their sons and only male heirs in the battle of Svolder, leaving the sizeable demesne without an heir.
Your father, our King, has agreed to the betrothal of their daughter, Sigyn, to you, my sweet prince Loki. The betrothal contract has been signed and witnessed. You will inherit Smaragdberg on your wife’s behalf when Lord Anderson passes on to Valhalla. Until then, you and your bride will live at the palace and be tutored in Feudalism.
Your father wanted to wait to tell you when we returned, but I wanted you boys to hear it from me first. This is quite the announcement to have sprung on you in a letter. I am sorry to break the news to you in this way. Please forgive me.
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Summary: Loki and Sigyn get know each other better at the feast
Word Count: 3700
Rating: Mature
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Fluff and humor
Chapter Index
The feasting hall was more packed than Loki had ever remembered seeing it. Everyone was excited to lay eyes on the future princess again.
“You draw quite the crowd.” He picked up his water goblet and motioned to the crowd before taking a sip.
“People love an excuse to imbibe. I do not believe my sitting on this dais has anything to do with it.” Sigyn speared a bite of her meat and moaned softly as she chewed.
“Asgard has had many priceless treasures pass through these halls, not one of them as lovely as you.”
Sigyn covered her mouth, “Your Highness, you flatter me.” She turned her attention back to her plate. Loki chuckled to himself and turned to his brother on his other side.
Thor was staring into the mass of people at the long rows of tables before them.
“This is quite the turnout. Half the realm must be squeezed in here.”
“Hmm? Oh, yes. Everyone is in good spirits,” Thor replied.
“Are you all right? You seem distracted.”
Thor smiled widely at him, “I am perfectly well, thank you. I could not be better.” He grabbed his drinking horn and drained it in three gulps.
“I see.” Loki eyed him suspiciously as he made a motion for a refill.
“I do not think I could eat another bite.” Sigyn sighed and pushed her plate away. “Did you get enough to eat, My Prince?”
“I did.”
Sigyn smiled widely. “Good. A prince needs his nourishment.” She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Will there be dancing tonight?”
“Yes, I believe so. Once most people have finished eating, they will remove some of the tables from the center. The musicians will set up in that balcony there.” Loki motioned to the small balcony across the room.
“And do you dance, Your Highness?”
He eyed her playfully, “I could be persuaded.” A pink blush adorned her cheeks from the two glasses of wine she had consumed.
“If only I could persuade you,” she scooted her chair closer so that her knee was touching his, “would Your Highness dance with me?”
Loki picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. “I would be delighted. Would you care to get some air with me?”
“That sounds lovely.”
Loki stood and offered her his arm. He walked them over to Sigyn’s father at the center of the table beside Odin. “We are going to step out onto the balcony for some air. Would you care to join us?”
“No, you kids go on ahead.” Lord Anderson went back to his storytelling.
Lady Anderson watched the pair slip through the double doors to the balcony behind the dais. “Leave the doors open, if you please, Your Highness,” she called after them, her hand on her necklace.
Loki left the doors open and led Sigyn into the cool night air. This balcony was restricted to only those on the dais and was currently empty apart from the two of them. It overlooked an orchard of fruit trees. The rows of trees stretched far into palace grounds, and stone benches were dotted throughout. The breeze made the leaves dance in the silvery moonlight. The scent of crisp apples filled the air.
Sigyn rubbed her arms and shivered slightly as she leaned against the balustrade. Loki unclasped his cape and placed it over her bare shoulders. She wrapped it tightly around herself. “Thank you, Your Highness.” When Loki turned to look out to the orchard, she buried her face in the cloak to breathe in the scent of him.
“What a beautiful evening,” she said as she raised her face to the sky.
Loki ran his thumb across her jaw and squeezed her chin. “What a beautiful woman.” She shivered again, but not from the cool air this time.
She reached up, took his hand in both of hers, and let out a contented little sigh. She glanced over her shoulder and saw her mother watching them from the dining hall, so she reluctantly released his hand and placed hers on the stone railing. Loki followed her gaze, then followed suit.
“She thinks I brought you out here to do unspeakable things to you?”
“I cannot know what she thinks. I know that ever since my brothers were killed, she never lets me out of her sight anymore. She has reverted to treating me like a child.”
“I am sorry for your family’s loss. I cannot imagine the pain it must have caused you.” He brushed an errant curl from her face.
“My brothers were the best people I have ever known. They died nobly. I will see them again in Valhalla.”
They stood in silence for a moment before Loki cleared his throat, eager to change the subject, “Thor tells me you visited him at the training grounds this morning.”
“Yes, I start training with the Lady Sif tomorrow.” She was beaming at him now. “She is a famous shield maiden, even where I am from. I cannot wait to see what I can learn from her.” Loki was staring at her face, taking in all her excitement. “Is something the matter, Your Highness?”
“Your whole face just lit up. I was admiring the view.”
“Oh,” she glanced away, “I do tend to get a little excited when I get an opportunity to learn something new.”
“That is wonderful. I am excited for you. Tell me, what else do you enjoy?”
“Well, let’s see,” she pondered for a bit, then replied, “I love to swim, I love long walks in the forest, I love to read books and to write poetry. I love to ride.”
“No needlework or weaving?”
Sigyn wrinkled her nose, “Norns, no! I love to dance. I love to study the healing arts. I love to travel and see new places.”
“What about the harp?”
“I have no ear for it, unfortunately.”
“Watercolor?”
She laughed, “I am better with a sword than a brush.”
Loki laughed with her, “I cannot wait to see that.”
“I enjoy watching plays and listening to music. I enjoy appreciating works of art, not creating them.”
“You are a work of art.” He looked away quickly, a little embarrassed that he had said that out loud.
“You,” Sigyn poked her finger directly into the center of Loki’s chest, “flatterer. I see now why you are called Silvertounge.”
Loki raised an eyebrow and gave her a sly smile, “That is not the only reason I am called Silvertounge.” He couldn’t help himself. He caught her hand and kissed the back of it again.
“Mmmm…” Sigyn looked over her shoulder. Her mother had returned her attention to the Queen. She put her hand on Loki’s shoulder and pressed her body to his. Loki slid his arm around her waist and pressed into her tightly. His heart started pounding in his chest. “Tell me more, Your Highness.”
“What would you like to know?” He took her free hand and twined his fingers in hers.
“Tell me, My Prince, what do you enjoy?”
“A great many things.”
“Such as?”
“Swimming, long walks, reading books, writing poetry,” he released her hand and put both hands on her hips, “riding, dancing, studying magic, traveling, combat training, watching plays, and listening to music.”
“And?” She slid both of her hands up his arms to his shoulders.
“And that is a story for another time. I need to get you back inside.” But he made no move to leave. He could not pull his gaze from her face. She looked so beautiful, bathed in moonlight. He brushed away a curl that had blown across her eyes.
“Loki…I,” she ran her hands down his arms and took both of his hands in hers, “Your Highness, I mean,” she looked down at their hands, “your life before I met you is none of my business. I just wanted you to know that I do not have any preconceived ideas about you as a person, despite the rumors about you. I am looking forward, of course, to getting to know you. I hope you might be feeling the same.”
“Please feel free to call me by my familiar name when we are alone.” Loki could feel the conflict stirring inside him. Should he be letting himself get close to her? Could he make her happy? Could she ignore his philandering past? Is she too good to be true? Does she have an ulterior motive? Is he opening himself up for heartbreak? This was becoming too much for him to think about all at once.
He leaned forward and slowly kissed her forehead. “This is a conversation for another time. We are at a celebration! Let us get you another glass of wine. Then I will dance with you until the sun comes up.”
She beamed up at him, “Fine. We can save the grown-up conversations for another time. I cannot wait for you to take me out onto the dance floor, but no more wine for me.”
“No more wine? Was it not to your liking?” He gave her a playful smile.
She shook her head, “No, it was delicious, but I am already tipsy. Any more, and I may end up doing something to get me into trouble.”
“You? Causing trouble? I do not believe such a thing is possible.”
“Ah, I did not say I would be causing the trouble. I said it could get me into trouble…” Her mischief brightened her eyes, “if I were caught, that is.” She twirled the end of his hair in her fingers.
Heat flooded his lower belly. He swallowed hard and licked his lips. His heartbeat picked up again, “I… I should really get you back inside.”
Sigyn sighed, “I suppose you should.” She unclasped the cloak and handed it back to him. Goosebumps immediately rose on her arms. Loki wanted to wrap his arms around her and pull her close to him again, but he escorted her back inside instead.
The King and Lord Anderson stood behind their chairs talking when Loki and Sigyn approached. “Ah, there is my girl!”
“Are you enjoying the festivities, Lady Sigyn?” Odin asked.
“Everything is perfect, Your Majesty. Thank you.” She curtsied.
“And I trust my son has been on his best behavior?” Odin clasped his hands behind his back and gave Loki a look that told him there was only one answer he would deem acceptable.
“Yes. The Prince has been a perfect gentleman.” She gave Loki a grin and patted the top of his hand.
“They have started to clear some of the tables. The band will be starting soon,” Frigga said as she and Lady Anderson were walking back from the powder room.
Lord Anderson slid his arm around his wife’s waist and kissed her neck right under her ear. “Erik! Mind your manners.” She playfully slapped his chest.
“Forgive me. I cannot help myself. You look just as beautiful as the last time we were here. Being back in the palace is bringing back fond memories.” Lord Anderson removed his arm from her waist, picked up her hand, and kissed it.
“The diplomatic visit you mentioned yesterday?” Loki asked.
“Ah yes, I remember it like it was yesterday. The King had invited us to the capital to officially name House Anderson as the Wardens of the Northern Territory,” Lord Anderson was beaming, “when we left, all those weeks later, we had the most precious gift in tow.” Lady Anderson dabbed a tear from her eye. “Our precious Sigyn was conceived right here in this very palace.”
“Oh…” was all Loki could manage.
“How auspicious,” Frigga said. “And now she returns! The Norns weave the most intricate patterns. Don’t you think?”
“It is remarkable to think about,” Lady Anderson supplied, “The babe on your hip and the babe in my belly are now standing before us hand in hand, soon to be husband and wife.” Tears sprang to her eyes in earnest. Loki produced a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. “Thank you, My Prince. Pardon me, Your Majesties.” She dabbed her eyes.
Loki was surprised that it was his father who spoke next. “The future of your family’s house, your lands, the realm, and especially your beautiful daughter will be in good hands.” Odin clapped Loki on the shoulder before turning to his wife. “Come, my dear, let us stretch our legs and get some air. Excuse us.” Odin took Frigga’s arm, and everyone bowed and curtsied as they made their way to the balcony.
Loki was standing there speechless. He was always caught off guard when Odin praised him. Lord Anderson put his arm around his wife’s shoulder and rubbed her arm. “You kids go have some fun. I am not done mooning over your mother,” he laughed.
“Find your maids, Sig. Be sure you come and get me when you are ready to retire.” Lady Anderson was wringing the handkerchief in her hands.
“Astrid, she is a grown woman and soon to be married.” He turned to Sigyn, “Go. Have a good time. Dance until dawn. Celebrate your betrothal. Make some new friends. Drink and make merry. You deserve it, pumpkin.” Lord Anderson pulled her into a big bear hug.
“Thank you, Papa.” She kissed him on his cheek, “I will stay out of trouble.”
“You could get into a little bit of trouble. Just don’t let your mother find out.”
“Erik! Honestly…” Lady Anderson gave her husband an annoyed look. “Sigyn, remember that you are a Lady from a prominent house. Please behave as such.” She threw Loki a glance.
“My Lord, My Lady, you have my word; I will keep her safe and happy. Enjoy your evening as well.” Loki collected Sigyn and led her down the stone steps to the main floor. “Are you sure you don’t want another glass of wine? That was… a lot.” Loki chuckled. “Did you know?”
Sigyn laughed, “Did I know I was conceived here? No. My mother would rather shave her head than talk with me about sex. She left it up to my nanny to teach me how babies were made.” She shook her head. “What about you?”
“The Queen.”
“Really?”
“Yes, well, the technical stuff anyway. My older brother and his friends were the ones who informed me that it wasn’t just for making babies.”
“It’s not?”
Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and he whipped his head around. Sigyn’s eyes were wide and curious, “What other possible reason would two people have to do such a thing?”
Loki stood there gaping at her. “Sigyn, I…you should probably…I am not the best person to…” He raked his hands through his hair. “Oh, Norns.”
Sigyn covered her mouth just as a burst of laughter escaped. “Sorry. I am so sorry. I could not help myself.” She held her stomach as the fit of giggles continued. “The look on your face…was priceless.”
Loki was stunned as he watched her fall apart laughing. He leveled her with a devilish grin and pressed his mouth close to her ear, “Oh, you are going to pay for that one, little kitten.” She shivered and squeezed his arm tight.
“Loki,” she licked her lips. The way she said his name set his body on fire. “Your brother…”
“What?!”
“Just there.” Loki turned around to follow her gaze. He saw Thor ducking into a darkened alcove.
‘What is he up to?’ Loki wondered. When he turned his attention back to Sigyn, she was watching as the twins from Vanaheim approached.
“Good evening, Your Highness.” They curtsied and spoke in unison.
“Good evening. Ingrid, Ingunn, allow me to present Lady Sigyn. My lady, the daughters of the ambassador of Vanaheim, Ingrid, and Ingunn.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady,” Ingrid said, smiling sweetly.
“You are the luckiest girl in all the Nine, My Lady,” Ingunn added, her smile strained.
“Oh, well, thank you.” Sigyn tightened her grip on Loki’s arm. “I feel very blessed that the Norns have chosen me to be of service to the realm.”
Ingrid giggled, “Of service to the Prince, you mean.”
Ingunn shot her sister an angry look.
“I am looking forward to all of my duties as Princess,” Sigyn said coolly as she ran her free hand down Loki’s bicep and clasped her hands together in the crook of his elbow.
Loki chortled, and Ingunn looked like she was going to cry.
“If you will excuse us, ladies, I promised my betrothed a dance.” The twins curtsied as Loki ushered Sigyn away to the hall’s center. “You were ruthless back there.” He grinned as he spun her around to start their dance.
“Apologies, Your Highness. I do not wish to be rude to your friends.”
“Oh, do not apologize. I liked it.” He was smiling down at her.
“I could not help myself. I did not care for the way she was looking at you.”
“Were you jealous, kitten?”
“Possibly.”
“There is no need for that. Now, are you ready to be swept off your feet?”
“I am!”
With that, Loki fell into step with the rest of the dancers. They danced together for hours. They stopped only occasionally when a courtier cut in or when a servant passed by with the water pitcher. The crowd was thinning, and it was well after midnight when Loki noticed Sigyn’s yawns started coming more frequently. She put up a small protest when he insisted that it was time to retire. He could only convince her to call it a night when he reminded her of her training with the lady Sif in the morning. They walked unnaturally slowly back to her chambers.
Loki was swimming with emotions. He did not want to deliver Sigyn back to her parents. He wanted to steal her away to his room, draw her a bath and help her comb the tiny knots from her hair. He wanted to massage her aching feet by the fire and recall the highlights from the night’s festivities. He wanted to curl his body around hers and feel the rise and fall of her breaths against his chest as she drifted off to sleep. He wanted to see the creases on her face from the pillowcase in the morning.
And it scared him to death.
He wanted to run. He wanted to slip away from the palace in the night and get as far away from the capital as possible. He wanted to get so drunk that he forgot how she looked, how she smelled, and especially how she made him feel. He wanted to fuck the first willing body he encountered in hopes that it would help him forget just how badly he wanted to be with her.
“Are you all right, Your Highness? Did I overstep this evening? Were you hoping to dance with more ladies?” She bumped her shoulder into his.
“Oh, nothing like that. I cannot recall another feast where I had more fun.”
“You are quiet.”
“I was just thinking.”
“I see.” She waited for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, she decided to take it upon herself to lighten the mood. She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “Were you thinking what I was thinking?”
“What were you thinking, kitten?” Loki’s interest was piqued.
Sigyn stopped and turned so that they were standing face to face. “I was thinking, Your Highness,” she looked down to his large hands in hers, “that you and I could sneak off together."
Loki raised his eyebrows. Sigyn continued, “We could sneak off together,” she lifted onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “to the kitchens and steal a few snacks. I am starving.”
“Is your mind always on food?” Loki laughed as they continued walking towards her room.
“Not always. Mostly, but not always,” she said. Loki shook his head. “What? I love to eat.”
“You and my brother have that in common.”
“Speaking of Thor, I did not see him much this evening.”
“No, nor did I. I will check on him tomorrow.” Loki frowned, “This is where I leave you.” They stopped in front of the double doors to the apartment. Sigyn started to fiddle with her bracelet.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” she sighed, “Loki. Thank you, Loki, for one of the most fun evenings I have had in a very long time.” She stole a glance at him and dropped her eyes again.
“I should be thanking you. With you on my arm, I was the envy of everyone in the room.” He touched her neck and brushed her cheek with his thumb. She shivered and let out a trembling breath. Her eyes fluttered up to meet his. They stood like that, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity.
“May I?” Loki asked tentatively.
Sigyn gave the tiniest of affirmative nods and lifted her face to his. Loki’s heart was pounding in his chest. He dropped his hand from her neck and took both her hands in his. He leaned over slowly. She closed her eyes and parted her lips ever so slightly as Loki’s lips brushed hers. Electric heat shot through his entire body. Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he kissed her once more, more deeply.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were still closed when he whispered, “What spell have you put on me, woman?”
“You are the sorcerer. I think it is me who has been bewitched.” She freed one of her hands from his and placed it on his neck.
Loki kissed her forehead, “May I come by your training session tomorrow?”
“If it would please My Prince, by all means, please do so.” She kissed his cheek, took a step back, and curtsied deeply. “Good night, Loki.” She made a move toward the door.
“Just a moment, Sigyn. I want to try something.” She turned around, curious.
Loki concentrated hard for a few seconds, held his hand out palm side up, and waved his other hand above it. There was a shimmer of green light as a perfect green apple appeared in his palm.
“Your midnight snack, My Lady.”
Sigyn took the apple and let out a little moan. “That…” she shook her head in disbelief, “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
A/N: Our Loki finds comfort and solice the only way he knows how.
Thor checks in on his brother, and we get our first of many Brodinson moments that I peppered throughout this story.
There are a couple more short-ish chapters before we get into the lengthier ones. I will update once per day once we get past these nibbles.
Word Count: 2400
Rating: Explicit for smut
Tags: Light smut? (Is that a thing?) Brooding
Chapter Index
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*
Loki was still sitting by the fire as the sun started to peek over the horizon. He was still holding the letter and still trying to grasp its contents. He was sitting as still as a statue, but his mind was racing, plotting, planning, scheming. Trying to think his way out of the looming burden ahead of him.
He kept circling back to just one option. He started mentally preparing a list, when he heard the bed chamber door fly open.
Sera rushed out of the bedroom, naked but draped in a bed sheet. She was panic-stricken as she ran through the sitting room, heading toward the front doors.
“Where are you rushing off to looking like that?”
“Oh, my Gods! Prince Loki!” Sera stopped short and attempted to curtsey, failing miserably as the sheet had tangled around her legs.
Despite his melancholy, Loki laughed. “Get up before you hurt yourself.” She righted herself and hurried over to the side of his chair.
“My Prince, I promised to wake you with a… in your favorite way,” she stammered. “You were gone. And the bed was cold. And-”
Loki pulled her down into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in her hair, taking comfort in the familiar scent of her.
“Oh…Have you been out here all night?” He gave her a silent affirmative nod as he moved her wild hair off her shoulder. “I was getting ready to call for the guards.”
“Did you think I was kidnapped? Snatched naked from my own bed?” He grinned at her before he kissed her exposed shoulder.
She laughed, “Well, it sounds silly when you say it like that.”
“I needed to finish the work you were so eager to interrupt.” With one hand resting on her hip, he used his free hand to slide the sheet down from her chest, exposing her breasts. Guiding her so that her back was on his chest, he ran both hands up her stomach to her breasts. Taking each one in hand, he squeezed them gently and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Ooh….” she winced. She placed her hands over the top of his and leaned her head back so that it rested on his shoulder. “Did you make much progress?” She started moving her hips, slowly grinding over his growing erection.
He let out a low moan. “Very little. Mmmm.” His breath hitched as she guided one of his hands down her stomach, under the sheet, to her soft, wet heat.
“Why did you not return to your bed?” she asked between placing kisses under his chin. He rubbed tiny circles over her nub with one hand and guided her rocking hips with the other.
“Hush now. Let us not spoil our fun.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “First, I am going to make you sing for me.” He returned his free hand to her breast, teasing her nipple. She moaned loudly. “Then you will get on your knees and honor your prince with your beautiful mouth.”
“As you wish, Your Highness. Oh… “
oOXOo
When Thor arrived at Loki’s room, the guards let him enter without knocking. The air in the room was hot, and the scent of sex was thick. There was a bed sheet rumpled on the floor near the fireplace.
“Brother? Are you awake?” He crossed the room opening the windows to let in the fresh morning air. “Loki? Are you well?” He walked over to the bedroom and placed his ear to the door. Hearing nothing, he called out again. “Loki, I’m coming in.”
He opened the door slowly, peeking in. The room was dark and quiet.
“Loki?” he whispered.
Thor pulled the heavy brocade window coverings wide and took in the state of the room as the light came spilling in.
There were all manner of clothing and towels strewn on the floor. The bed linens were in shambles. Small downy feathers from a torn pillow were delicately floating in the air and drifting lightly to the floor. The same perfume of sweat and sex hung in the air.
Thor shook his head as he opened the double doors to Loki’s balcony. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of smelling his brother’s seed.
Just as he was about to call out again, he heard water splashing and a woman’s laughter coming from the bathroom.
“Loki? Are you in there?” he yelled through the door.
“Ah… ah yes, brother. I am just finishing… my bath. I will… ah… fuck… I will be… right out.” He was practically panting.
More splashing. More giggles.
“Hurry up, you rutting clod!” He yelled as he slammed his meaty fist on the door. He stomped his way back to the sitting room. Thankful for the fresh air from the windows.
He moved to sit on the sofa, remembered the discarded bed sheet, and thought better of it. Instead, he planted himself at the chair behind Loki’s desk, figuring it was the safest place from bodily fluids.
Twenty minutes passed before Loki emerged from his bedroom, fully dressed and smelling of sweet citrus fruit.
“Brother, please make yourself comfortable.” He gestured toward the sitting area.
“I am fine right where I am, thank you,” Thor replied, looking anything but comfortable.
“Suit yourself. Sera?” She emerged from the bedroom, tying her wrinkled apron behind her back. Her hair was damp and disheveled, hanging loosely down to her waist. Her cheeks were flushed.
“Your Highnesses,” she curtsied deeply to the princes.
“Be a good girl and fetch us our breakfast. A large one. I am famished.” He gave her a wink as he reached over and pinched her chin. A wave of green light shimmered over her. In an instant, her hair was dry and neatly tied up in a clean white ribbon. Her uniform was clean and wrinkle-free.
“Yes, My Prince. Thank you, Your Highness.” She hurried out of the room after grabbing the tray from last night’s dinner on her way out.
Loki plopped down heavily in the chair across the desk from his brother. He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and set his elbows down on the desk, holding his head in his hands.
“You look like Hel, Brother,” Thor said, noticing the deep purple rings under Loki’s eyed.
“Well, I feel even worse,” he bit back. “Sleep evaded me.”
“So, you decided to roll around with the chambermaid all night?”
“What better thing to do when you cannot sleep?” Loki asked earnestly.
Thor shook his head and laughed, “Honestly, Brother, do you ever take a day off?”
Loki just shrugged, “Why would I want to?” The brothers shared a good laugh that ended in awkward silence.
After a moment, Thor was the first one to speak up. “You read the letter?”
“I did.” Loki stood up, walked over to the fireplace, and placed one hand on the mantle, glaring at the message. Leaning heavily on the wood, he shook his head. “How do they expect me to do this? Why me? Am I being punished for something?”
Loki looked down and wrinkled his brow as if noticing the disarray of his main living area for the first time. With a wave of his hand, the sitting room was instantly clean and tidy. He then plopped down heavily in his favorite leather chair.
Thor walked over and looked around, mildly amused, before he sat across from his brother. “If your seiðr can do that, why even employ a chambermaid?”
Loki just raised an eyebrow at him in response.
Thor cleared his throat. “Right. Look, Brother, I know this is not ideal for you, but look on the bright side.”
“Which is?”
“Well…I mean…It could be worse.”
Loki groaned in frustration and buried his face in his hands.
Thor went to speak again but stopped as the doors opened, and Sera entered, pushing a cart piled high with food. She wheeled it to the dining area and laid out the plates and cutlery. She arranged the platters of food, set out the bread and honey, and filled the cups with a strong, bitter tea from the kettle.
“Breakfast is served, Your Highnesses.” She curtsied.
“Thank you, Sera.” Loki settled in at the table. “Now, if you don’t mind, someone has made a terrible mess of my bed chamber and sloshed water all over my bathroom.”
A deep blush reddened her cheeks, “I will put them right, My Prince.” Another curtsey.
“Good girl.” Loki gave her bottom a playful swat as she hurried toward the bedroom.
“You are such a rogue,” Thor said once the maid had closed the bedroom door behind her. “How do you keep them from becoming attached? How do you keep them from expecting more from you than just sex?”
“I don’t know.” Loki shrugged. “My reputation precedes me. I make sure my intentions are clear.” He picked up an apple and tossed it into the air; when it landed on his plate, it was perfectly sliced. “I do not keep them around long enough to get attached to me. This one,” he motioned towards the bedroom, “is becoming bold. I will have her replaced by the week’s end. Pity,” he pouted, “she is very skilled.” He picked up an apple slice and dipped it into the almond butter.
“Does that not get lonely?”
“Lonely?” Loki gave him a dubious look. He motioned Thor to lean closer like he would let him in on a little secret. “Just yesterday, I enjoyed the company of three ladies on three separate occasions.” He sat back up and took a bite of his apple. “I did not go out yesterday searching for women to bed. Each encounter just fell in my lap, in a matter of speaking.”
Thor shook his head. “You don’t have to bed everyone that bats their eyes at you.”
“I know I don’t have to, but…” Loki shrugged. He took a long drink of his tea.
“You are incorrigible.” Thor ripped a piece of bread from the loaf.
“I am a fair and just prince. I want to ensure all our subjects know just how loved they are by the sovereign.” Loki placed one hand over his heart and raised the other towards the sky. “They scream my name in exaltation! They bestow kisses upon me and tell me how beloved I am as a prince.”
Thor was laughing hardily now. “And how do you know they are not playing up to your performance just to gain your favor?”
“Brother! Am I not the God of Lies? No one can trick the trickster.” He took another bite of his apple and gave Thor a curious look. “Plus, you know there are physical tells, right? When a lady reaches her physical peak-”
“Yes, yes, I know. I do not need a sexual education lesson from my baby brother.” Thor turned his attention back to his plate.
“Of course.”
“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Thor asked, clearly flustered.
“My impending doom?”
“Brother! We knew this would come someday for each of us.”
“I would prefer it if it were happening for you.”
Thor lowered his eyes, “So do I.”
“You can’t mean that?”
“But I do! I believe I am ready to take a wife and become a father.” He dropped his crust onto his plate. “I could see how it would not appeal to you, but, for me, starting a family of my own is all I’ve ever wanted.” Loki rolled his eyes. “Do you not see how the families on the promenade enjoy playing with their children, chasing them through the grass? Or the lovers walking arm in arm through the markets, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes?”
Loki pulled a disgusted face, “No! That sounds tedious.” He started shaking his head. “My life is perfect the way it is, and soon, it will be over.”
“Oh, Brother, don’t be so dramatic. You may end up liking this girl.”
“Where in mother’s letter was made mention of a girl? She could be a crone for all we know!”
“Think about it. How could you get a child in a crone? Hmm?”
“A child!?”
“Obviously, you will be expected to produce an heir.” Thor looked at him enquiringly.
“Oh, this just keeps getting worse!” Loki threw up his hands and stomped over to the sofa. He plopped himself face down, burying his face in a pillow. “I cannot be someone’s father! Look at me! I am far too young to be a father!”
“Come now. You are over a thousand years old.” Thor moved to the chair across from the sofa. “We do not even know when the wedding will be. It would not have to happen right away. Or for many years to come.”
“Unless she is old and the window for childbearing is closing. Did you even think of that?”
“Loki, Mother would not promise you to an old lady.”
“But Father might.”
Thor did not have a response to that.
“I would gladly trade you. If only you had been born first, I could marry the girl, and you could be next in line for the throne.”
“That’s it!” Loki sat up to face his brother. “You are the eldest son; you should be betrothed before me. Talk to Father for me. Tell him that you want the hand of the country bumpkin.”
“Loki,” Thor’s voice was soft, “you know I cannot take her. I am the future king of Asgard. I cannot be Warden dually. I must stay here and learn how to be king. My marriage will be entirely political.” He gave Loki a soft look. “At least you know your bride is from this realm. I will probably be married to some ice princess from Jötunheim.” He shivered at the thought of it.
Loki was quiet momentarily, letting his brother’s words sink in.
“I will commission you some thick woolen pajamas for a wedding present.” He tried to hold back his laughter. “I hope your dick doesn’t freeze off on the honeymoon.”
“You laugh now,” Thor grabbed Loki around the neck and rubbed his knuckles into his skull, “just wait until you go to kiss the bride, and she only has three teeth!” The brothers started wrestling on the floor, trading jabs and insults. They had not played like that since they were teenagers.
Young Prince Loki of Asgard is the God of Mischief and Chaos, the wild and unscrupulous little brother of Thor, and the son of the King of the Æsir.
Being second in the line of succession, Loki meticulously performs his palace duties by day, but by night he can be found living up to his reputation as a hard-core partying playboy.
Alas, a prince of Asgard cannot remain a fun-loving bachelor forever. Loki's world is turned upside down when duty calls for him to take a wife. His parents have betrothed him to the daughter of the most prominent Lord in the kingdom.
Loki would rather be dragged to Hel than to the altar, that is, until he finally lays eyes on his bride-to-be. Meeting Sigyn cracks the foundation on which he built his hedonistic reputation.
Can Loki give up his philandering lifestyle and become the husband Sigyn deserves? The Nornir have brought the two of them together; will outside forces tear them apart?
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Warnings: Explicit descriptions of sexual acts, alcohol intoxication, and drug use. Specific trigger warnings will be attached before each chapter when applicable.
This story is NON-CANON. This is an MCU/Norse mythology hybrid AU: Thor and Loki are biological brothers, and Odin isn't the worst father. Comparably, in human years, Loki is in his mid-twenties, and Thor is late twenties. Set in Asgard, the realm is described as a large kingdom with territories and hierarchies among Odin's Lords and Ladies.
Genre: Fluff and Smut. An all-round feel-good fic.
Pairings: AU Loki x Sigyn
A/N: A short prologue to get a little taste of our prince. A little canape before the feast. There is plenty of plot in this story. I promise. With that said, the first few chapters are smut heavy, but it tapers off before picking back up toward the middle.
Word count: <700
Rating: Explicit for smut
Tags: Oral sex, Loki being a charming young man-slut
Chapter Index
“That’s a good girl. Yes... just like that. Good, good girl.” Loki rubbed the back of the maid’s head with a tender touch. He was standing, legs splayed wide, leaning with his back against the door of the laundry hall, blocking entry to whoever may try to disturb them. The servant was kneeling on the stone floor between his feet in front of him. Bright sunshine streamed in through the high stone windows. Steam rose from the tubs of palace linens, the scent of fragrant citrus fruit and soap mingling in the air.
“Such a pretty little mouth. Ah… Look at your prince.” She raised her eyes to meet his, not slowing her pace; she switched hands at the base of his cock, pumping him while she sucked. He drew in a sharp breath. “Good girl,” he grunted.
His eyes fluttered closed as his head fell back. He could not suppress the sound that escaped his mouth as he emptied himself into her throat. The guttural groan echoed off the stone walls back to the young prince. He laughed to himself, a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about the palace grounds just outside the windows and the possibility of people hearing his gratification as they went about their daily business.
Eyes still closed, he leaned more heavily into the door, letting the ripples of pleasure wane through his body while pulling his fingers gently through the maid’s short hair and catching his breath. “Good girl,” he cooed.
Giving her a final pet on the top of her head, he righted himself. He reached for a towel on a nearby laundry cart, drying himself off before handing it to the maid, still kneeling on the stones. She pressed the towel to her mouth as she stood up with a hand from the prince.
“You’ve honored me today, sweetling,” he said as he quickly fastened his trousers. “Your service will help your prince sleep soundly tonight; I have no doubt.” He flashed her his most devastating smile. “I will dream of those soft lips and wake up rejuvenated in the morning.” He took a silver coin from his pocket and placed it in her palm. Closing her fingers over the coin, he flipped her wrist over and kissed the back of her hand.
She curtsied shakily, her knees red and sore, her lips swollen. “Your Highness,” she managed to squeak out. And with that, Loki was out the door and headed down the hall. Already forgetting her name, he made a mental note to himself, ‘Laundry maid, pouty mouth, short brown hair: high marks for enthusiasm, but her technique needs practice.’
He took the stairs two at a time and paused before opening the door to the main palace hallway. He peeked out slowly, checking to be sure it was empty. He did not need another nosey sycophant running to his mother, telling her they saw him sneaking out of the servant’s entrance… again.
The library was expectedly quiet. The high windows were open, letting in the bright sunshine and fresh air as dust motes danced in the sunbeams. The air was warm and smelled of old books and mahogany. Soft brown leather sofas circled the fireplace in the sunken reading area. Rich, thick rugs covered the marble floor, and soft cushions were strewn about on the floor and chaises.
Loki picked out a thick tome and headed for the sofa. He was feeling particularly pleased with himself this afternoon. As he stretched out on the couch, he recalled how he had not planned to seek out lascivious company this day. Yet, somehow, he found himself receiving lusty kisses from the laundry maid as she pulled him through the halls by his tunic. ‘It is strange how the fates intervene.’ he thought. A smile broke across his face as he recalled the past hour spent trading oral pleasures with the cute brunette.
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A/N: Oh, our sweet prince. What a naughty little sh*t he's been.
Word Count: 1700
Rating: Mature
Tags: Mentions of heavy alcohol and drug use
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*
Thor had been tasked with keeping his brother out of trouble by his mother when she first embarked on their tour. He agreed to the task at the time but no idea what was in store for him.
After the news of his betrothal arrived, Loki ran away from the palace, moving through the realm like a hurricane. Drinking, drugs, and sex were his new religion, and he worshiped without ceasing.
Loki spent the next several weeks drinking excessively and bedding any warm, willing body available. Discretion went out the window. He attended orgies without wearing his usual illusion disguise. The common quiet rumors became open discussions in pubs and shared gossip in society circles.
He caroused all hours of the day. He only slept when his body passed out from exhaustion or overconsumption. He hit the bottle as soon as he woke, usually under a pile of naked bodies or alone in some strange place, unsure of how he ended up there.
His status as prince granted him access to all the best the realm had to offer. His chaos was untamed.
Initially, he knew to move around frequently to keep anyone from the palace from getting wind of his exact location. However, as the weeks passed, he lost track of days. He ran out of coins, leaving a trail of IOUs wherever he went. He did remember to keep to the less affluent areas. He knew he did not want to run into friends of his parents.
One chilly morning, Thor tracked Loki to a brothel on the capital’s outskirts. This part of the realm was certainly no place for a prince. The streets were narrow, the buildings in disrepair, and the vibe in the air was nothing short of hostile. But this morning, it was quiet, like the neighborhood was sleeping off a hangover.
Thor pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped into the dark entry. No one was behind the long counter where guests would check in and pay their coins. He stepped through the heavy velvet curtain that separated the foyer from the parlor.
Men and women were sleeping in various stages of undress on piles of cushions and couches. Discarded bottles and goblets littered the floor. The sweet smell of incense barely masked the heavy scent of sweat and sex. Thor scanned the dark room looking for his brother.
An older woman wearing a long, thick robe came into the parlor from one of the hallways on the side of the large room, shuffling carefully through the refuse and stepping over prone bodies.
“I’m sorry, but we are not open for business at this hour. You could come back after midday.” She smiled sweetly at Thor and lightly touched his arm to lead him to the exit.
“Greetings, madam. I am not looking for a consort. My name is Thor Odinson. I am looking for my brother, Loki.” The woman gasped and stepped back, sinking into a deep curtsey.
“My apologies, Your Highness. These old eyes did not recognize My Prince in this darkness. Please forgive me.”
“’Tis nothing. Now, if you please, this is an urgent family matter. I need to find my brother.”
“Yes, of course, right this way! Please, watch your step.” The woman led Thor through the hallway on the opposite side of the room. Then up two flights of rickety stairs and down another hallway. She stopped in front of a door with a heavy brass knocker. “Your brother rented the VIP apartment.” She licked her lips and looked up at Thor with a hint of fear in her eyes. “He doesn’t like being disturbed.”
Thor leaned down so that he was more level with her lined face. “Unlock the door. That is not a request, do it now.” Her eyes widened, and she scrambled in her robe to produce a thick iron key ring. Her hands shook slightly as she worked the ring around and around again, searching for the correct key.
“Ah! Here we are!” She unlocked the door and stepped aside.
“Many thanks.” Before he could take a step, the woman cleared her throat. “Yes?”
“Well, Prince Loki has not paid his tab in weeks. If you plan to remove him back to the palace, I must collect so I may pay my employees.”
Thor furrowed his brow, “I see. I can cover his tab. How much does he owe you?”
She shifted nervously. “Prince Loki has been going through quite a bit of my ale, mead, and wine. Not to mention the food and… entertainment. He has run up quite a debt. We are, of course, honored to have a prince of Asgard as a guest, but…”
“Spit it out, woman. How much?” Thor was on an extremely tight deadline, and his patience was paper thin.
“Twelve hundred,” the woman blurted out.
“Twelve hundred silver?”
“Twelve hundred gold, Your Highness. Prince Loki has generously shared with the rest of the guests.”
“Of course, he has.” Thor gritted his teeth and ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. “I don’t carry that kind of coin around with me. I can have it delivered. What say you?”
“Certainly, Your Highness.” She curtseyed deeply and hurried off down the hall.
Thor took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. He found the state of Loki’s room much like the parlor. It was spacious, with tall windows along the back wall. The canopy bed sat atop a platform. There were cushions and couches dotted around the room. The en suite bathroom was off to the other side.
Thor stepped over a man with long auburn hair and began scanning the room for his brother. Bodies covered the bed in a tangle of naked arms and legs. This was going to prove more difficult than he thought.
“I wondered how long I would be allowed to remain off the leash.” Loki’s faint voice came from behind Thor’s back.
He turned to see his brother leaning against the bathroom doorway. He wore only a thin pair of linen pajama bottoms hanging loosely around his hips. He had lost weight; Thor could see his ribs plainly. He had red wounds on his arms and deep purple kiss marks and bites on his neck and abdomen. His hair was limp and dirty, and his complexion was paler than usual, making the purple rings under his eyes more prominent. In his hand was a half-empty bottle of spirits which he brought to his swollen lips and took a long, slow swig.
Thor had prepared a stern speech in his mind when he opened the door. But, after taking in the state of his little brother, all he could choke out was, “Loki…”
Loki looked as if the door frame was the only thing keeping him upright. He tried to take a step forward but stumbled backward. He caught himself with his free hand and braced against the doorway again.
“Loki, this depraved debauchery has gone on long enough. Your time is up! It is time to come back to the palace.”
Loki took another long drink from his bottle, shrugging his shoulders.
“I am taking you home. Where are your clothes?” Thor asked while looking around the room with a scowl of disdain.
“Haven’t required them, it seems.” Loki drawled out, rubbing the cool glass of the bottle across his forehead, and struggling to keep himself upright. “I think I will have a sleep and meet you back at home. Tomorrow morning is preferable, yes… one more day…. will not hurt.”
Loki’s eyes were closing of their own accord as he slowly slid to the floor.
“Oh no, you don’t!” Thor ripped the ornate canopy off the bed and draped it over Loki’s bare shoulders. He yanked the bottle from his grip and hoisted him over his shoulder.
“I will catch Hel from our parents as it is! No way am I going to get into hot water for you missing greeting your fiancé at the gates.”
That sobered Loki up a bit. “What did you say? Put me down!”
Thor was outside in the crisp morning air in no time flat. He managed to make it back through the parlor without stepping on anyone. The brothel’s owner was at the counter in the entryway as they left. She was about to complain about making off with the bedding but thought better of it.
“What bloody time is it?” He squinted in the direction of the dawning sun and pulled the canopy tighter around his shoulders as Thor stood him upright. Goosebumps rose on his bare skin, “What bloody day is it?” He frowned as he swayed where he stood in his bare feet. He was disoriented and on the verge of vomiting.
“Just get up here! We need to get out of here before anyone sees us.” Thor yanked Loki’s arm and jerked him up onto his horse in front of him. “Hold on!”
“This is humiliating!” Loki cried, struggling to hold the canopy closed around his body. Thor took off despite his protest. Fringe and large tassels flapped in the air.
Loki lamented the lack of a tunic and cloak as the cool air whipped around his body. The barely-there linen bottoms and a decorative cloth were his only protection against the wind.
“Oh, shut up! You are proving to be more trouble than you are worth. I would have smothered you in your cot when you were a baby had I known what a giant pain in my ass you would turn out to be!” Thor’s horse thundered along a narrow dirt road around the capital's outskirts.
“First of all, rude! Secondly, what did you say about a fiancé?”
“Mother has sent more messages; they arrive home this afternoon. Your future bride and her parents in tow. She thought it would be a clever idea for the two of you to meet and get to know each other before the wedding, which for your information, is scheduled for one month from today.”
Loki felt the world get colder. A heavy black curtain covered his eyes, and he slumped forward in the saddle.
“Bloody Hel!” Thor caught Loki around the waist before he could tumble from the horse.
A/N: The smut continues in this chapter. I know it seems gratuitous, but I promise there is a method to my madness. Hang in there for the plot.
Word count: 1600
Rating: Explicit for smut
Tags: Loki still being a man-slut, but peppering in some soft dom spanking and thigh riding
Chapter Index
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*
“Excuse me, Your Highness?”
The short blond maid stood before the sleeping prince. Loki’s long, languid body was sprawled out on the sofa, one leg slung over the back of the couch, one arm hung off to the floor, and the other arm curled over the open book on his chest.
Even as his body was displayed awkwardly on the sofa, there was no denying the prince’s beauty. He looked as if master artisans had carved him from a block of marble.
The housemaid resisted the urge to touch his pretty face as he slept. She imagined tracing that perfectly straight nose, sharp cheekbones, and rugged jawline that led to his long, sensual neck.
While long and slim, his body was well-muscled and cut beneath his tunic. Her eyes stopped at his hips. She had heard many a salacious story of the second prince and his escapades with servants and nobles alike. His reputation as a voracious and insatiable lover was well known in the servant’s quarters.
Now she was close enough to touch him. She had not even realized her feet had brought her so close while she was in her reverie. Slowly, without deciding to, she reached out to feel the prince’s silky, raven hair as it fanned out across the cushion.
Just before she made contact, Loki opened his eyes, and the hand dangling off the couch was now wrapped tightly around her ankle.
“Your Highness!” she shrieked. She tried to step back but was held firmly in place by Loki’s powerful grip.
“Forgive me, please! I was just… I just… I …” she could not force her brain to invent the words that would end her mortification.
He held his eyes on her, saying nothing, not releasing his grip.
“Your Highness,” she scrambled, “I have been sent to give you a letter from today’s post. It’s from the Queen.”
Stony silence.
She fumbled at the pockets of her pinafore and eventually pulled out the envelope. She cast her eyes down as she held it in her shaking hand.
Loki slowly released the hold on her ankle, taking the envelope. She sunk into a deep curtsey. She was about to apologize again but thought better of it, chastising herself for being so stupid and careless.
The prince sat up on the sofa but made no move to stand. He closed the book and set it and the envelope on the table beside him.
“Why are you trembling, girl? Wasn’t it me who was almost attacked in my sleep? Shouldn’t I be the one who is scared and in need of comfort?” He looked up at the maid with mischief in his eyes.
“Your Highness, please forgive me. I do not know what came over me.” She was sure her heart would pound right out of her chest.
“Hmmm…” the prince tapped one long finger against his chin. “What would be a proper punishment for such a scandalous show of impertinence?” He was enjoying watching the little thing squirm.
“I…I do not know, My Prince. Whatever you see fit, My Prince.”
“The punishment should fit the crime don't you think? Tell me, little mouse, what were you thinking of before you dared to reach for me? Was it malice? Or something else?”
“Something else, My Prince.” Her voice caught in her throat. Her mouth was as dry as it had ever been. A deep blush reddened her face as she stared at her hands clenched tightly together in front of herself.
“Well? Don’t keep me waiting, girl.”
She shook her head. “My Prince, I… should not speak of such things in your presence. It is…not appropriate.”
“I will determine what is appropriate. Look at me.” She raised her face and looked right into the prince’s piercing blue eyes. “I will know if you lie to me. Now tell me truly, what were you thinking about when you reached for me?”
“I was thinking about… what it would be like… I was thinking about… I was admiring…” She gulped, inhaled sharply, and spat the following sentence out in a rush. “I was thinking about your beauty and what it would be like to touch you and have you touch me back.”
“I see.”
He gave her a slow, sly smile. She rubbed her thighs together involuntarily as a tight pulling sensation started low in her belly. Loki was all too familiar with the needy look in the woman’s eyes. He had seen it hundreds of times before. “Do you still wish to touch your prince now that I’m awake? Or has your desire left you?”
“Sir, I… I shouldn’t… I do… desire you, that is.” Her cheeks burned scarlet as she stared at her feet.
“Pull your panties off.”
“Your Highness?”
“Don’t make me tell you twice. I’m going to give you a spanking.”
“Yes, My Prince.” Her hands shook as she reached under her skirts and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them, eyes glued to the floor.
“Come here, naughty girl.” Loki put his hands around her waist and lowered her down to the couch so that she was straddling his thigh. Her naked sex pressed directly to the leather of his trousers. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Without thinking, she ran her fingers through his hair.
He raised her skirts, exposing her bare ass. He leaned in so his mouth nearly touched her ear and lowered his voice, “You are a bad girl and you deserve to be punished. Don’t you agree?” She shivered as his voice sent a current of energy down her spine.
“Yes, My Prince.” He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down on his thigh. Pleasure rocked through her body. “Yes, punish me.”
“You discourteous little toy, I did not hear you say please,” he growled close to her ear.
“Please, Your Highness, please punish me.” She rocked her hips forward, releasing a wave of pleasure.
Loki resisted the urge to laugh out loud. He loved this. He loved how he made people come undone, using his body, words, and voice. He loved how people looked at him like he held the only key to erotic mischief they would ever know.
“There is but one rule: do not scream,” he commanded. “Do not utter a sound unless it is my name. Do not utter a sound until I make you come. Do you understand me?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
“You have to say it.”
“I understand.”
He raised his hand high and swiftly smacked her bare ass cheek.
The white-hot pain seared her skin, and she bucked to try to move away from the sting, causing her clit to rub against his thigh again. Pain and pleasure combined into one element. She had never felt anything like it before.
“Oh, my Gods…” she screamed.
“No! You insubordinate little…I ordered you not to scream out.” He brought his hand down again in the same spot. She bucked again; this time, she stifled her scream on his shoulder. “If you must bury your screams, bury them in my mouth, my little toy.” He slapped her ass again, claiming her mouth as she bucked and moaned. He struck his open palm down on her again and again.
“You are so close now, aren’t you, little mouse?” She nodded breathlessly. “So close, but not quite there. I could stop now and send you back to work throbbing.”
She looked at him wide-eyed, stricken. She shook her head, “No, please, My Prince. Please, I’m begging.” She tried to shift herself on his leg, longing for release.
“No?” He drew lazy circles on her red, raised skin with his long finger.
“Please. I will do anything you desire.” She hungrily kissed his neck and ran her hand down his chest to his crotch.
“Someone still hasn’t learned her lesson, I see.” He snatched her hand away. “The very naughty mouse did not get my permission to touch!” He delivered swat after swat to her ass. Her mouth crashed down on him as she bucked and moaned. Her orgasm erupted brutally, ripping from her, leaving a trail of sparks as it traveled through her.
“Loki! Oh Gods, yes!” she screamed.
He could not hold back his laugh this time. It had been less than five minutes since he woke to her fingers reaching for his hair. ‘This has got to be a new record.’ he thought, very pleased with himself.
He gave her a deep, hungry kiss. She let out a low moan, rocking gently on his leg. He slid his hands up her back and held her by her shoulders as he moved his mouth down her jaw to her neck. Her fingers were nimble in his hair. She was gently pulling and tugging at his silky mane.
“You did so well, pretty girl. Let us put those hands to better use elsewhere, shall we?” He pulled her leg over his body so she could straddle both his thighs.
“Yes, Your Highness.” She made her way to the laces of his trousers, quickly freeing his fully erect cock from the constraints of the leather. She gave him a cursory glance. He nodded in permission and pulled his hands through his hair before lacing his fingers behind his head.
She gave the prince a few slow pumps down his shaft before using her thumb to rub little circles over the head. “Such capable hands.” He closed his eyes and let himself relax further back into the sofa. She grinned at him, taking pride in her work no matter what was asked of her.
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A/N: The King and Queen have returned to the capital with Loki's fiance and her parents in tow. The citezens gather in droves to get the first look at the future princess.
We find out Frigga has been busy setting some ground rules for the staff while she was away. And Loki garners some knowledge that he wishes he hadn't.
Word Count: 3400
Rating: Mature
*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+
*Minors DNI*
Tags: Loki being a mama's boy, Frigga being a badass, the Brodinsons having a moment
Chapter Index
The inner palace gates opened, and the carriages rolled in, starting down the long thoroughfare toward the palace. The sound of cheering and screams erupted from the crowd. The royal coaches were first, large gold and gleaming in the sun. They were followed by the carriages of Lord Anderson and his entourage. Less extravagant than the princes were used to seeing. Plain black wood with silver, scrolling hardware. It reminded Loki of the hearses he had seen on Midgard.
‘Fitting,’ Loki thought. ‘A funeral procession. This is surely a sign from the Norns.’
Loki’s head was pounding. The sun was too bright. The crowd was too loud. His collar was too tight. He reached up to tug it down for the hundredth time when Thor’s meaty hand intercepted and smacked him back down again.
“Settle yourself!” Thor whispered to Loki through his tight smile. Thor masked the action by waving to the crowd just beyond the courtyard.
“Have some sympathy, Brother,” Loki whispered through the same forced smile Thor wore.
“You get no more sympathy from me, Brother. This suffering is by your own hand. You are our parents’ problem now. Once I settle your debts from your little excursions, I’m washing my hands of this whole ordeal and forgetting it ever happened.”
“Fair enough.” Loki went to pull at his collar again but thought better of it, lacing his fingers behind his back instead.
As Loki watched the carriages make their way down the long thoroughfare toward the palace, his chest started feeling heavier and heavier. Guilt tugged at his insides. “Thank you, by the way.”
“What?” Loki saw Thor’s composure break for half a second before he affixed the fake smile again.
“I must express my gratitude to you for returning me to the land of the living again. However, living is a loose term in this instance. My guts feel like they are trying to free themselves from my body and my head,” Loki shook his head, “Norns! My head pains something dreadful.”
Thor pulled a genuine smile. “You owe me one. And, it should be noted, for as bad as you feel in this moment, you look a hundred times worse.”
A burst of laughter escaped from Loki’s lips. Thor joined in and slapped a hand on his back. Loki barely kept himself upright under the bulk of Thor’s weighty hand. “Norns,” he whispered. The coaches were near the roundabout at the end of the thoroughfare.
‘Norns, please don’t let me retch again,’
“Thor?”
“I’m here, Loki.” He looked his brother in the eye and left his hand on his back. His fake smile was gone; his blue eyes were soft. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, baby brother.”
Loki let out a shaky breath. He felt tears prick his eyes and quickly blinked them away. A lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed hard. Thor rubbed a small circle on his back, then returned to his regal posture. Loki took a few deep breaths and then mimicked his posture.
The most opulent coach pulled up to the base of the palace steps. The King emerged first. The roar of the crowd almost brought Loki to his knees. Searing white pain exploded in his skull. He forced his eyes to stay open and took quick, shallow breaths waiting for the pain to ebb.
“You’ve got this, Loki. We will be back inside the palace walls in no time now.” Thor whispered as he watched their father help the Queen from the carriage. Another roar as Frigga beamed up at her sons, her relief to finally be home written all over her face.
The royal couple smiled and waved at the crowd as they made their way up the stone steps to the large courtyard where the princes were waiting.
Frigga broke protocol and pulled both of her boys into a firm embrace. “My, how I have missed the two of you!” She pulled back slightly and asked, “Please tell me why you look like you’ve just crawled out of Hel, Loki?”
Loki exhaled slowly through his fake smile. “It is so good to have you back, Mother. I’m just a bit under the weather.”
“I can smell the ale in you, boy! It has saturated you to the bone and escapes from your pores! The oils you bathed in scarcely mask the smell. You dare embarrass yourself and your mother on the day of your betrothal?” Odin’s face was red, and the vein on the side of his head looked fit to burst.
“In my defense, I only learned of your return a few hours ago.”
“Silence! Not another word! If you value your life, you will charm this family to your side.”
“But of course! Why would I not charm this gold-digging shrew of a bride that I do not even want…to…” Loki’s voice trailed off. He had been prepared to unleash all his vitriol regarding the surprise betrothal until he glanced down.
Time came to a screeching halt. The crowd disappeared. The world shrank and collapsed to one point: the woman who stepped out of the coach at the bottom of the stairs. She was exquisite. She was tall, toned, and beautiful. Loki’s breath hitched in his throat.
“Norns…” Thor whispered under his breath.
“You were saying?” Frigga elbowed Loki in his side, and he immediately corrected his posture.
Loki could not respond. He could not think. He could only stare at Sigyn as she waited for her parents at the base of the stairs. She was dressed in forest green silk, a high-neck halter dress that fluttered in layers down her ankles. She wore a copper belt and matching jewelry. Her deep brown hair hung in thick curls down to her waist. Her skin was smooth and sun kissed.
Loki felt his heart thundering in his chest. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure, until she lifted her face to him and gave him the slyest of little smiles, stealing a look at him from under her lashes. Heat pooled in his chest and rose to his cheeks.
Her face was perfect. Large, emerald-green eyes, thick black lashes, high cheekbones, and the most perfectly shaped, pillowy lips Loki had ever seen. Her face, there was beauty there, no question, but there was also something else Loki recognized immediately: mischief.
His breath came out in a whoosh, and he swayed where he stood. His knees became weak and threatened to give out at any moment. Mischief radiated from her. The little smirk on her lips and the glittering glint in her eyes took his breath away. He had never seen the virtue emanate from anyone other than himself.
“She is a gift to you, my son, but I hardly think you deserve her after how you have behaved.” Odin’s voice was faint behind the pounding of Loki’s pulse in his ears. He could not respond. His mouth was dry; his tongue was thick.
‘Mine.’ Loki replied in his mind. Heat pooled in his lower belly. She was a gift for him. He could not wait to touch her. To taste her. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship her right there on the stones in front of the palace.
She smiled a genuine wide smile at the people while she waved. The realm seemed just as enamored with her as Loki. The crowd cheered, shouted, and screamed louder for her than the King and Queen.
‘Mine,’ he thought again as she climbed the stony staircase to meet them.
Odin clasped his hands behind his back as Lord Anderson and his family bowed to the King. “Welcome to my home. Please let me introduce my sons.” As was customary, Thor stepped forward first. “My firstborn and heir to the throne, Thor.” He shook hands with Lord Anderson. “Thor, Lord and Lady Anderson, with their lovely daughter, Sigyn.”
“Your Lordship,” Thor nodded, “My Lady and Lady Sigyn.” Thor took each of the ladies’ hands in turn and kissed the back of each one. “Welcome to the palace. And welcome to the family,” he winked at Sigyn.
“It is an honor to see you again, My Prince. You’ve grown into quite the strapping lad, haven’t you?” Sigyn’s mother patted his bicep through his tunic.
“We’ve met before, Lady Anderson?” Thor raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, I do not expect you to remember me. We had a diplomatic visit hundreds of years ago. You were only yea high.” She held her hand out below her hip. “And your brother was still wearing his nappies.” She leaned around Thor to look at Loki, and her smile quickly slipped. “Oh, my. Are you ill, dear?” Sigyn sniggered behind her mother and her maid pinched her elbow to quiet her.
“Please excuse Loki, My Lady.” Frigga stepped up before he could retort. “He-”
“Ah, no need to explain, My Queen.” Lord Anderson interrupted with a wave of his hand. “I know a hangover when I see one. It appears even princes get pre-wedding jitters.” His belly bounced in amusement. “You see, dearest, the royals are real people. Just like us.” He gave Sigyn a little prod with his elbow. Lady Anderson clutched her pearls.
“Loki, my second son.” Odin presented him to the family, his face a hard mask.
Loki forced his eyes off Sigyn to meet her parents. He shook hands with Lord Anderson, “My Lord.” He kissed Lady Anderson’s hand, “My Lady.” He eagerly turned to Sigyn, “My Lady.” He took her hand slowly in his. The gathered crowd cheered.
“It is an honor to meet you, My Prince.” Sigyn bowed into a deep curtsey. Her voice was sultry but feminine. Her warm skin felt like silk on Loki’s fingers as he kissed the back of her hand. Lingering a tad longer than was appropriate, he relished the scent of her skin. She smelled like sunshine and citrus, and he had to force himself to release her. A slight nod was all he could respond to her. He did not yet trust himself to say more.
Odin stepped in between the couple. “Good people of Asgard,” a hush fell over the crowd. “It is my honor to announce the betrothal of our dear Prince Loki,” he took Loki’s hand, “to the Lady Sigyn of Smaragdberg” He took Sigyn’s hand and placed it in Loki’s. “We make this match for the good of the realm and for the good of our family. Please join me in welcoming my future daughter and future Princess of Asgard!”
The people cheered and applauded. The extreme noise would have done Loki in if he were not fixated on the woman beside him.
‘Mine.’ His mind reminded him.
He could not take his eyes off her as she smiled and waved to the crowd with her free hand. She turned to wave to the other side of the thoroughfare and caught Loki’s eyes on hers.
“Smile and wave, Your Highness,” she whispered through her teeth. She gave Loki’s hand a firm squeeze.
“Pardon?” he asked dumbly, still staring.
“Your people…” she motioned with her eyebrows, “are trying to get your attention.”
“My people?” Loki’s reverie was broken when he heard the chants of his name. “Oh, right.”
He turned on his most dashing smile and started waving to the people with his free hand. Sigyn giggled, and Loki thought he might melt right into the stone.
“I promise I’m not a moron,” he said to her through his smile.
“Is that so? You could have fooled me.” She gave his hand another playful squeeze. “Besides, moron or not, it seems that I am stuck with you. I can only pray to the Norns that our children inherit my intellect.”
Loki turned back to see the sly smile that played on her lips. ‘Oh, she is funny,’ Loki thought.
“When I decide to bless you with my heirs, I promise you they will be the cleverest, most handsome children. Just like their father.” Loki watched as her smile widened on her face, and he forgot how to breathe.
“Hmm. We will have to wait and see, I suppose. I hear drinking to excess is not good for virility.”
Loki huffed, “My Lady, I can assure you my-”
“Come! We have had a long journey. Let us get our guests settled in their chambers.” Frigga said as she clapped her hands, signaling the guards that they were making their way into the palace.
Loki offered Sigyn his arm as they turned and made their way inside. There was a frenzy of people inside the palace. Porters moving trunks, courtiers scrabbling for the King’s attention, servants bustling back and forth.
“We will retire to our chambers and meet for a private dinner in the small dining room. Saving the feast for tomorrow night will give all a chance to recover from the stress of our journey.” Frigga gave Loki a pointed look as she said this, but he did not notice. He did not want to leave Sigyn’s side, yet he did need to get out of his tunic and lay down.
“Until dinner, then?” Loki asked Sigyn as her maids collected her.
She curtsied with a nod, then followed her mother up the marble stairs. Her maids trailed so close behind her that Loki was robbed of the chance to steal a peek at her body from the back.
“Loki will escort me to my chamber.” Frigga motioned for him to follow her. “Thor, you will escort me to dinner. Eight o’clock sharp.”
“Yes, Mother.” Thor kissed Frigga’s cheek and then threw a wistful look at Loki. “Good luck.” He whispered to his brother as he headed toward his chamber.
Frigga whispered something to the maid at her side. The woman glanced at Loki before she bowed and quickly headed off down the hall. Frigga held her elegant hand out to Loki, and he placed it in the crook of his arm. They walked silently for a moment before Frigga asked, “Do you want to tell me the truth, or do I have to find out on my own?”
Loki drew in a deep breath. “I guess you could say I did not take the news of my betrothal very well. I panicked. I fled from the palace, and I... did not behave in a manner befitting my status.” Loki dared a glance at his mother, expecting disappointment but finding only a stern resolve.
He continued, “If Thor had not found me and dragged me back here…” He shook his head. “I cannot summon my seiðr… Mother, I am sorry. I behaved foolishly.” He stopped and turned to look Frigga in her eyes. “Mother, please, say something.”
“What is done is done. There is only one chance to make a first impression.” Frigga sighed. “I had hoped for a better reception, but part of me had expected some resistance. I can only assume, after seeing your reaction, that you approve of this match?”
“Sigyn is… perfect. She is lovely…” Loki could finally think clearly now that Sigyn was out of his sight.
“But?” Frigga raised her eyebrows.
“…but I do not wish to marry her.” Frigga resumed their walk, a knowing smile on her lips.
“And why is that?”
“Because I do not wish to marry anyone.”
“And why is that?”
“I... I cannot be a good and faithful husband.”
“And why is that?”
Loki sighed, “She did stir feelings in me, Mother, but not the kind you were hoping for. How do I know my interest in her will last beyond the physical?”
“Get to know her, Loki. Give this a fair chance. Make me a promise?”
“What’s that?”
“Promise me you will court her and get to know her. Promise me you will not bed her until you love her, really love her, not just her body. Promise me you will save it for your wedding night.”
“Mother…I…” Loki thought about that for a long moment. “What if I never love her? What if she never loves me?” Loki let out a shaky breath. ‘Could anyone like her love someone like me?’
“Oh, my sweet prince. You are deserving of love.” Frigga replied. Knowing her son so well, she could almost read his mind. “I can call off the wedding if needed.” Loki looked at her, stunned. “Am I not still Queen of Asgard? Promise me that you will be a perfect gentleman, and truly try and get to know her for one month. At the end of the month, if you honestly feel that I was mistaken, that this is a bad match, I will cancel the wedding and manage fallout.”
“You would do that for me?”
“Of course, my darling boy. If you keep your promise to me.”
Loki contemplated the proposal for several moments. On the one hand, what could it hurt to humor her? He could try courting the girl. After all, she seemed witty and funny from the few minutes spent with her. A month is a short time. At the end of the month, he could bid her farewell and resume the life he was used to.
On the other hand, did he want to spend all that time with her and not be able to seduce her? To taste her? To see her glorious body lazing on his bed sheets? Loki’s heart sank.
“I cannot seduce her?”
“Loki…”
“What if she seduces me?”
Frigga laughed, “I guess you will have to find some way to resist. Anticipation is part of the thrill.” She wagged her eyebrows at him.
“Mother!”
“What? How do you think you and your brother came into this world? I did not grow you in my vegetable garden.”
“I understand the process, Mother.” Loki shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Your father is an amazing lover. I still find it exceedingly difficult to keep my hands off him.”
“Norns, Mother! Still?” Loki felt his stomach threatening to betray him again.
“Naturally! I am not dead yet. But there is a time and a place for such things. Treat the girl like the Lady that she is. Earn her love and respect. The benefits will far outweigh a few weeks of going without.”
“Wait. Do you want me to abstain, not just from Sigyn, but from anyone? Mother…I-”
Frigga rolled her eyes, “Yes, dear boy, I am asking you to abstain. I assure you that you will survive. I have taken it upon myself to select your new chambermaid, a very devout married woman who will clean your rooms, launder your clothes, and prepare your baths. And that is all she will do. I have warned the staff that anyone caught engaging with you will be escorted from the palace.”
“Mother!”
“Loki, it is only one month. Please spare me your grumblings on the matter. How can you truly get to know the girl if your pursuits are elsewhere?”
Loki thought about this for a moment. “Okay, fine. I promise to keep my hands to myself. I promise to give her a chance. I promise to get to know her as a person.”
“And?”
“And I promise to be as pious as a priest. Now, can we please change the subject?” Loki shuddered.
“Okay. I promise to call off the wedding if you truly feel she is not the one for you.” She smiled at him like she did when she knew something he did not. “Now, what else did you want to talk about?”
“My seiðr. Why can’t I summon my seiðr?” They stopped directly in front of the double doors to the royal apartment. Two guards were waiting on either side. The maid from earlier was also there holding a small bottle.
“You must have been on the brink, my dear. Your body is using every drop of its energy to keep you alive. Lay off the drink and rest. And here,” she took the bottle from the woman, “drink this.” Loki took the bottle and eyed it suspiciously.
“What is this?”
“A little something to help you feel better. A hangover remedy I used to make for your father. I always keep a bottle on hand, just in case. Drink this and go lie down.”
Loki removed the stopper and downed the whole bottle in two swallows. “That is a good boy.” Frigga took the bottle and gave him a big hug. “Do not be late for dinner!”
“Eight o’clock sharp. I will be there.” He kissed her cheek and made his way back to his chambers. The heat of the potion was already spreading warmth through his body.
