ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being the young queen of Sakaar and meeting Loki. You give your hospitality, making him think you are the princess. When he asks to meet the king and queen you simply smile and offer your hand. “I am queen y/n of Sakaar.” He’s shocked and greets you as a gentleman should, apologizing for mistaking you.
NOTES/WARNINGS: This is basically the first thing I have written in ages. I hope I made no big errors as I have been out of all fandoms for a while. Christy-winchester, this is for you. Thank you for bringing back my inspiration with this imagine! The name Alarice was brought to me by my friend Google and is a royal name which means the noble, regal ruler.
It was when Loki first arrived on Sakaar that he met her. Her sight was one a man won’t forget easily. Her long flowing dark brown hair was braided in parts so that her features were free for his view to roam over. Delicately build as well in frame as in facial features, her sparkling blue eyes and cheery red lips were what had caught Loki’s attention from the very first moment. When her eyes finally caught his, she bowed her head slightly. “Your royal highness, a warm welcome to Sakaar.” He bowed his head as well. “It’s my pleasure. Thank you for welcoming me here.” His eyes again began to travel up and down her frame. The beautiful dark blue dress, which clung to her frame, was embroidered with sparkling gem stones, which led him to assume that she belonged to the royal family of Sakaar. She could as well be a princess as far as he was concerned. Maybe a sister or even a daughter to the new Queen of Sakaar? He wasn’t given much information about the new queen when his father chose him to make this courtesy visit. Their families never had been close, however his father seemed eager to change this and therefor sent him here. Her voice brought Loki back from his thoughts. “May I lead our way to the dining hall? A small lunch was arranged upon your arrival. Afterwards you will be led to your room to prepare yourself for the reception this evening.” Loki bowed slightly, before offering her his arm. “Please lead the way.” She lightly put her hand on his arm before starting to move.
After the lunch which he took with the princess alone, Loki was let to a beautiful set of rooms that lead towards the palace gardens, he had already seen from the lunch area. After he dismissed the servants, he preferred to ready himself for dinner, he wandered through the rooms and though of the beautiful princess. He was a bit cross with himself that he never got to ask her name. He definitely needed to change this. He had to learn her name in the course of the evening and compliment the Queen on her fantastic sister/daughter/or whatever she was. Another thing he ought to find out.
Loki had readied himself when at eight sharp a knock sounded at his door. Upon opening he found a uniformed servant who led him to the big set of double doors that probably led to the reception area. After taking a breath, he nodded to the servant who opened doors. “His royal highness, Prince Loki of Asgard.” Loki entered the room where a huge crowd had gathered. It seemed like every Sakaar with links to the royal family had been invited. While people to his left and right bowed slightly, Loki looked for the only one he knew: the princess. As if being called, she appeared by his side. “Prince Loki, I am happy to see you.” “My pleasure, I am happy to know at least one person.” They moved along the room while people they passed bowed to them. Loki slightly wondered about his, however dismissed the thought in favor to something else. “Would you mind leading the way to your Queen? It’s her I was invited by and I should offer my greetings as lovely as your company is and as much I enjoy it.” Loki smiled at her. The smile he got in return, seemed a bit wicked. “I am happy to hear you enjoy my company but I fear I am not able to lead your way, but I may introduce myself properly: Alarice, Queen of Sakaar.” Loki felt all color drain from his face and felt like fainting. How could he not have noticed she was the Queen instead of a princess? They even called her the young Queen. And the bowing of everyone, now it totally made sense. Before she could say another thing, he bowed deeply and started to apologize. “My Queen, I am deeply sorry I have mistaken you for a princess. However let me say in my favor that I was charmed by your presence and I never received much information about you.” She chuckled silently. “Do not worry Prince Loki. It was quite amusing for me.” Still mortified about what happened, Loki apologized over and over again while they made their rounds before dinner.
At dinner he was seated at the head of the table, right next to the Queen. As charming as she had been as a princess, she was a stunner as Queen. Conversation between the two of them flowed easily and he was charmed by her intellect as well as by her appearance. After dinner the Queen offered to show Loki the beautiful gardens which he had observed from their rooms and which they had talked about during dinner. Slowly they walked along the narrows paths between trees, bushed and flowers, while her hand rested lightly in the crock of his arm. When they reached a tree full of lovely cheery blossoms, the Queen stopped their way and led Loki to a bench under the tree. For some moments they sat there in silence and just enjoyed each other’s company. When the Queen lightly touched Loki’s hand, he turned slightly and faced her. Their eyes bore into each other’s and after some moments, Loki raised his hand and touched her cheekbone. “You are so beautiful my Queen.” Alarice blushed but smiled at the same time. “Please, call me Alarice.” Loki bowed his head. “As you wish Alarice.” Her name dripped from his tongue like a caress. Their eyes bore into each other once more. “May I kiss you?” Alarice smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a servant of Loki, future king of Jotunheim, and putting the ceremonial giant’s coronation paint on him. It’s difficult because Loki keeps laughing because he’s so ticklish. Especially his stomach. After the coronation, he asks you personally to come to his new chambers and asks “do you want to be the first to test the durability of my new royal bed?” with a mischievous grin
RATING: Mature
NOTES/WARNINGS: Even though I am mostly fluent in English, it’s not my mother tongue so there might be some mistakes, please forgive me! Furthermore, I am completely new to this fandom so be kind, if I made some mistakes.
Serving the King
“Do you want to be the first to test the durability of my new royal bed?” You looked at Loki, the new king of Jotunheim, your mouth hanging slightly agape. You had expected to be wanted for something different when being asked to the new king’s chamber after the coronation ceremony. You looked at him but his face gave nothing away if he was serious. His face was the mischievous grin, which he always showed since you started being his servant. “Are you serious my King?” You bowed your head slightly as a symbol of the respect you held for Loki. “Why should I not be serious little one?” His hand touched your face and tilted your head up again so that you would look into his face once more. His mischievous grin was gone, replaced by a warm and honest smile. He only hesitated a moment before sealing your lips with his and effetely cutting off any further conversation.
Loki had taken you to his bed were he, against your expectation slowly and gently made love to you. Nothing in his attitude was hard or ungentle. Afterwards, you both lay on his bed, your head resting on his chest, being embraced by his arms. Slowly you let your hands drift up and down the ceremonial coronation paintings you applied to his entire body. “My king, shall we rise and shall I wash the paint of your body?” you asked while nibbling at the paint on his lower abdomen, thinking of how you had applied it there. “We shall. But please, call me Loki.” You bowed your head while rising. It seemed wrong to you to call him by his given name. After all, he still was your king even though you started to refer to him as Loki long time ago in your mind. “So shall it be my King….Loki.” He nodded in silent agreement and let you led him to the bathing chamber attached to his room. While you started to run a bath, Loki got in front of the man high mirror and looked at himself. “I don’t get, why I was required to be painted all over. Most of it hasn’t been seen by anyone.” He kept silent for a moment and smiled at you. “Except you that is. Was it as excruciating for you at it was for me?” You bowed your head again. “No, my King. It was my service for you, even though I must admit it was a bit challenging because you kept laughing.” Loki laughed his characteristic laugh. “I must admit that I have made the task harder for you as it should have been, but I had to concentrate on the tickle of your brush. If I had done different we both would have missed the coronation ceremony, because I would have taken you then and there. Your ceremonial dress is very appealing.” He grabbed you by your hip and kissed you forcefully before letting you go. “Let’s get into that bath of mine, I feel like this paint is crumbling down from me every moment.” Without further ado, he got into the tub, while you took position next to the bath and grabbing one of the linens laying there for washing and starting to wet it. “What are you doing? Come here!” He gently pulled at your arm so that you have no choice other than climbing into the bath and on his lap. After that, he finally allowed you to wash his body.
After that first night, you spent a lot more time with Loki and in his chambers than before. He often asked for you, even though it was mostly for tasks he didn’t need your help for. You had been applied to dressing the King the day after the coronation, even though he did that mostly by himself. But you guessed he had asked for this just so nobody would notice that you spent every night in his presence. In his bed. And so it went on. You were the one asked for, when he needed advice on which robes were being made for him by the sewers, he asked you to accompany him when it came to spent time outside the palace. You practically were around him the entire time of the day. And when you tried to sneak away and do some of the work you were employed for, he asked something, often ridiculous, from you and sent someone else to do your tasks.
It was one day, about 4 weeks after the coronation ceremony when you accompanied Loki to the library. “Come here little one.” Loki mentioned for you to come to the chaise lounge he was lounging on while you had waited next to the door. “Sit with me, please?” He stretched his hand towards you while moving his legs aside, so you can sit with him. “What is it little one? You have seemed sad the last days.” He caressed your pale skin while you tried to figure out what to tell him. “Nothing my King.” “Haven’t I asked you to call me Loki, some time ago?” “You have, but still you are my King and I am your servant.” He sighed while pulling you closer. “And that’s what I like to change.” Your head snapped up to look at him. “You are setting me free from my work? Am I no longer of service for you? Have I done something wrong?” “Oh no, no, no, you have done nothing wrong, little one. I cherish the time we spent together, but I no longer want you to be my servant. I’d like to be more. I want to court you, I want to spend my time with you without the need to find silly excuses and I want to cherish this delicious lips of you and your entire body. I want you to become my lover, my life. I will service you with my body, soul and life.” When he finished his speech, you had tears in your eyes. You never thought that Loki might feel this way for you, even though you had surely hoped. “Don’t cry, please. I will do everything to make you happy and hope you will honor me with becoming my wife and queen the day you are satisfied with my courting. “You don’t need to court me.” His face fell. “You have no desire to be with me?” “I have, but I do not need you courting me formally. I already know that I love you.” He let out a relieved laugh, before taking you in his arms and kissing you senseless.
