Loki is chaos, chaos is havoc & havoc has found a treasure, a jewel, a new being to worship other than himself!
Pairing: Dragon!Loki Laufeyson X OFC Reader
Warnings: Hints of past torture, Mind games, Fluff, hints at miscarriage but no details
Summary: New truths are brought to light. Can the reader find it in her heart to start over or will Loki be left alone to deal with the havoc he caused in efforts to keep everyone safe?
A/N: Sorry this took so long to update! So, this is the final chapter! I took this in a completely different direction, hope you enjoy.
Words:+5,100
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The desperate crying echoing down the narrow way made her heart race and had her jerking harder against the dark elf guards leading her in chains. All her aches forgotten along with the recent throbbing headache and possible broken ribs at the desperation in her daughters cry.
The tent they were kept in on Svartalfheim did little to mask the tiny princess's cries when they came for the ulfhednar. Two guards had jerked her from the tiny cell in which she had assured to pass Ember to Jane to keep safe, their confines separated by bars far enough apart to allow Ember through. Drug before Malekith for what she wasn't sure other than to beat her around some more before they sent a message to Loki.
Jerking desperately to pull free and rush down the way, the woman spun facing the masked elves, their eyes staring her down. They chuckled as she jerked to the end of the chains, trying to tug them along in a rush to get to the cell. Before they reached said confines they jerked harshly to force her to the ground inches from the cage she had been kept in the past 2 days next to Jane.
Letting out a weak growl, she tussled with the two, clothing ripped and stained from the mistreatment of the past few days. The black earth of Svartalfheim sticking to new wounds as Jane yelled out to the guard to stop.
One banged a weapon on the bars of Jane's cage to shut her up, but that only made the tiny princess scream louder. A gloved hand wrapping in the collar of the ulfhednar's ruined tunic to choke while lifting the defiant creature to dead feet and flung into the cell.
“Quiet the welp or we will,” one snarled as the door slammed shut.
Hastily the disheveled queen scrambled to reach the bundle of dirty fur and cloth that kicked and screamed. Pulling the wailing bundle tight, she sunk to a corner with Jane who hurried to join her in her own cell. Deftly the mortal helped what she could through the bars to aid the weak warrior in getting the child fed and quieted.
“I’m sorry. When they left with you they took her from me,” Jane apologized, careful of fresh bruises littering the others collar bone. It appeared the mortal was sporting a bruised cheek for her efforts.
“It’s ok Jane. There isn’t much to control here,” she sighed looking down at the babe as she latched onto a nipple, instantly quieting to feed. Noting her daughter's red cheeks, stained with tears and this cursed black earth they all had come to hate.
“I know. But I have to tell you something,” Jane spoke gently, the warrior turning to look at the brunet. “I’m pregnant.”
That took more time than it should have to register to the queen. Chartreuse orbs searching over the mortals dirtied face, holding the princess tight. “Oh gods,” she finally sighed, reaching a free hand out to place it to Jane's head, resting her forehead on hers. “We will get out. Your baby is safe.”
Jane gave a weak smile, pulling away slightly as she began to fidget before producing clean cloth appearing to be from the lining of the mortals own dress. “Here, I salvaged some things, so Ember had a few more diapers.”
Nodding, the warrior graciously took the kind gesture. The babe and area quieting for the three to relax if only it was for a few unknown moments. Eyes heavy as she relaxed against the painful bars, but what else was there? The ulfhednar’s body ached from all of it, the beating, the recent birth and the weight of returned memories.
"Get some sleep," Jane's voice drifted through her ears as if in a fog, the quiet suckling of Ember beginning to fade out when the warriors eyes fluttered closed.
The queens worries dancing around with the latest development between she and Loki before all this.
It was the day she returned with Loki; Ember asleep in a bundle of furs in the nest as she slept. Carefully Frigga guided the warrior through dark memories Loki had placed. Each one unraveling to show a kind, gentle lover who done nothing but dote over his wife, his mate. It was intoxicating but angering as Frigga gently guided her through the literal chaos the god had created. The question on her lips though was-.
“Why,” slipping past dry lips, eyes still closed to watch and feel what the old monarch was showing her.
An excited version of herself stepping off of the plane the moment all this began. Loki was surrounded by his own guard as was she, but she strode happily towards him, the god gracing her with a cheerful smile, wings unfolded. A cheer went up from the crowd as he took her hand gently and knelt before her, Thor smirking like the idiot he was.
This wasn't their first meeting by no means as the memory slipped in the two of them had been meeting for several years. Possibly longer?
“He felt you were ruining yourself by deftly agreeing to wed without question. Regardless of fate,” the older monarchs voice spoke to her, the woman watching the beautifully haunting memory.
Thoughts crossing this was another way to break her, maybe this wasn't real. An excited Loki standing to lift her from the ground, arms wrapped around her knees to lift her over him. Like two idiots they smiled at each other, her hands wrapping his face to take a kiss, wings folding protectively around them.
This had a different feel, one stating this was an all too real memory hidden in darkness. She could literally taste the acrid seidr placed over the memory to hide it, this was heartbreaking. Would he rather her believe whatever dark things were placed over this instead of how he truly loved her?
“I wasn’t,” this wasn’t a dream any longer. The all-mother lifting the veil the god of mischief placed over her mind's eye.
“Loki still believes even after he was given the crown by Odin, even after all the blame was lifted off of his shoulders of Sigyn's death; he still thinks himself unworthy to possess you. More so now that you have given him Ember. Loki fears he will have to hide you away to keep you safe and felt these memories would help him do so.
He was wrong, had I known the real reason he told me he sent you back to Midgard I would have never allowed it. It made me wonder why he stole you in the night a few months ago, he finally admitted it, and when he returned to fetch you he found you were pregnant and had run in fear. I was afraid the illusion he placed when you were sent to the small village was too much. I found you, told him where to retrieve you,” the queen explained in the darkness, joyous memories of their wedding day, her own people present in the meadow that was supposedly a battleground.
“So, all the hell he supposedly put me through was an illusion?”
“Yes,” Frigga admitted halfheartedly.
“Then this explains when I was on Midgard, -before I had Ember-, I found no scorched earth where we battled, no rebuilding. This is why the Avengers are so kind to us, why Thor is so gentle with Jane, why she returns his love," her own thoughts echoed around as they viewed the memory of their wedding night, how gently he carried her into the chamber.
“You remember all Loki has done for you? How kind be truly was,” Frigga spoke, the haze clearing for them to return to the chamber, sitting in the nest with Ember resting quietly.
“Yes. But it makes me want to chew his ass for thinking he is less worthy than Thor or anyone else. It breaks my heart, I understand it, and he still has my heart, but I need to speak with him,” the warrior spoke up, a great weight lifted off of her shoulders as the dark memories where truly gone. There was still the acrid taste but thankfully she could recall none of the horrors, just good ones in their place.
Frigga gave her a knowing smile, hugging the tired younger monarch tight for a moment. It was no secret the older woman doted over her replacement, she loved her fighting spirit, possibly loved her more so than Sigyn. “Then I will let him know you need to see him when he finishes with the dark elves.”
Later that night, Ember resting once more after a feeding, the warrior was quick to corner Loki at the fireplace. The god fixing her with a worried glare at the fire in her eyes. It may be less than 24 hours since she gave birth, but the hybrid knew she could bring him to his knees, and he didn’t have the heart to stop her.
“Your mother showed me Loki,” she echoed hotly trying to keep quiet to not wake Ember. Slapping the hand away the god attempted to lace into loose locks. “No. That’s how you do it. But Frigga charmed me, so you can’t anymore.”
The god pursed his lips, long coat unfolding to large wings. The meeting with the dark elf leader, Malekith, went in no way as planned. The dark elf storming out when neither hybrid would bargain. He knew she had heard, seen the ache in her bones when stepping flush to him.
She felt his weariness at having to deal with the dark elf. Word came he had threatened the city, it’s people, her and the day-old princess for good measure as well. She knew his ache, reaching up to take his face in her hands, glad she couldn’t remember the nightmares he made her believe.
“Please quit assuming you are a monster and that I am ruining my life by loving you. We are twin flames,” she echoed lovingly, stroking over his cheeks with calloused thumbs and tears rimming her eyes.
“You fell into me so blindly when we first met, I just-. You left your people without looking back. You-. Norns my treasure,” he echoed laying his forehead to hers before his knees buckled and he fell before her.
Tenderly he placed his head to soft belly, he knew she was sore, tired and now having to deal with this. This creature before him, this ulfhednar, his promised, mate, mother to his child birthed a little over 24 hours ago.
“Can you forgive me treasure,” he echoed against soft belly, feeling her lean and lace fingers into his hair, wings folding around her.
“Maybe-,” she hesitated, feeling him tense, leather clad arms wrapping around lightly covered legs. “We should start over.”
“We can,” he breathed, hopeful she wasn’t about to push him away. Though he gave her every right to do so. He could have ruined them both, stupid pride and self-loathing.
She should hate him, should scream and kick him away. It was a dirty way to have done them, though, truth be told, Loki was just as messed up as she. Like she was one to know of love. Her parents were arranged, no love between them, they were married just to produce her, an heir to a throne.
“Loki,” she breathed, soothing over the gods head and shoulders. “We both know nothing of what we are meant to be. My parents never showed any sort of affection, they were all business. And what happened during your lifetime was a travesty. I will gladly try once more; what about you?”
Slowly Loki got to his feet, reaching down to her thighs to place them around his waist. It was in no way sexual; it was to comfort as he placed an arm under her buttocks and the other around the nape of her neck.
Gingerly the hybrid stroked over the soft flesh, “I was worried the last illusion had broken you when you weren’t at the settlement on Midgard. You were to have stayed at the shore, but you fled to the island. I thought I lost you, forgive me, I didn’t realize you were carrying until my last visit to find you gone. I’m sorry my treasure.” Gingerly he tugged her to him, nuzzling at her nose, kissing her lips tenderly.
“Our first night together was so beautiful Loki. How could you bury it,” she whispered over his lips when the kiss broke for a moment.
“I was foolish. I may have been called a monster my entire life, but it gave me no right,” he breathed, surprised when her lips pressed to his, arms wrapping around his shoulders while wings wrapped around her back to pull tight.
“Take me to bed, I’m tired,” she echoed, Loki nodding in agreement. The god starting to the nest, the little bundle nestled in the furs and linens squeaking as he got his mate settled next to her.
Slowly Loki laid at her back, a wing protectively draping over the queen and princess. Loki tenderly moved his mates loose hair to nuzzle at the nape of soft neck. “Rest mate, I will tend to her when she wakes,” his voice rasped as she leaned back into him to shut her eyes.
A harsh jab to her ribs had her clinging to the quiet bundle in her arms. Jane hurriedly assuring she was covered as the guard entered. It still appeared as if it was night and hadn’t napped long.
“Up,” the guard snarled from behind his mask, mind still hazed in sleep as a hand wrapped in the shackle chain to jerk her up drunkenly and still holding the infant.
“What did he say,” Jane asked getting up as well, a guard coming to her own cell to retrieve the mortal.
The warrior forgotten Jane didn’t possess all speak. “They want us up,” she spoke, the guards tugging them both out and down narrow walk to the entrance.
Jane called out to her when they threw the ulfhednar out of the tent like structure to the black dirt. Protectively the warrior curled around the infant to keep her from being slung to the ground. Landing hard on her shoulder to cushion the fall with Jane falling over her to stop anyone from hitting the two.
“As you can see, they are alive,” Malekith spoke to someone making the women look up to spot several Avengers. There was no way the leader would allow Loki or Thor close unless it was to get what he wanted.
“You’ve beat them,” Steve spat in disgust, one of the others starting forward, it looked to be Sam, but the captain stopped him.
“Just the one; she is a handful,” Malekith spoke with a laugh, a move of his hand and the guards were grabbing them up once more to haul back to their cages.
Led back to their holding cells, the two guards toyed with them, mocking the women and using their strength to shove them around since it sounded as if the group had left. This was their chance. If she remembers right there was a way off Svartalfheim.
Faining hurt, the ulfhednar fell to the dirt, cradling Ember tight the princess squeaking out. It was an excellent distraction, no one ever said a dark elf was intelligent. Creating a diversion for the two women to break free, Ember safely strapped to her mother as she wrapped the chains around the ones neck as Jane done the other. Managing to free themselves before running out the back of the tent and across the open ground.
Thankfully they had set up camp several yards from the craggy cliffs. Spotting the cavern, she sensed held a portal, the women ran blindly into the darkness to emerge in freezing cold. Nowhere to go but forward, hurrying to seek shelter while it appeared they didn't go unnoticed, large ice dragons descending on the elves that were stupid enough to follow.
Not looking back they continued until a large ice dragon dropped before them. Hastily she placed Ember in Jane's hands. A fire flashed in her eyes, calling seidr to muster enough strength to fight. The three of them coated in a spray of ice and blue blood as the warrior downed the dragon. Several more landing only to pause as she stood, donning a wolfish look and dazzling tattoos.
They stopped, shifting to giants with great leather wings and kneeled to her. That wasn’t expected, turning to look at Jane and Ember before darkness crept in, collapsing in a heap of tattered flesh.
A gentle calling of her name had her waking to look up at a leather draped ceiling. A quiet coo getting her attention to someone next to her. Looking over to find Jane, clean, covered in dark furs, and a tiny bundle strapped to her front with leather and fur.
“Thank god,” Jane breathed moving to help her set up against more furs and cloth rolled like pillows. A quick look around revealed they were actually under a massive wing. One that moved slightly so the bearer could look at the two.
It appeared to be a very tall, gruff looking frost giant with once curled horns, but one was broken and the other wrapped in straps of leather. With a grunt the giant got up and left the room. One that was large but at least had a fireplace with true fire radiating heat not far from them.
Moving to place more furs around the warrior, Jane finally un-tied the small infant to place in her mother's arms. “They brought milk for Ember. I’m not sure from where but she took it each time. They told me it came from another. I'm sorry, I hope I did right, she was crying so much, she was hungry and I didn't know what else to do," Jane worried as the warrior waived the brunet off, tugging the fur from around Ember's small and dipping to scent the sleeping babes lips.
"It's ok Jane, you did the right thing. It smells like what Loki and Frigga-," she paused, swallowing hard. Gods, Frigga, meeting Jane's gaze, tears burned in her eyes and a lump threatened to choke her. Cuddling the sleeping infant close, feeling the little ones full belly through the furs, they should take comfort they hadn't lost more.
"You've been out for several days," Jane spoke up, changing the subject neither women wanted brought up at the moment. "The ones that brought us here said they couldn't risk taking us through Jotunheim."
"Who are they," the warrior asked, letting the brunet help her settle. "Gods I should have known when you told me you came willing with Thor something was up." It was obvious from the queens tone she was trying to take her mind off of the pain shooting across her features before relaxing on the pillows. Dawning on the ulfhednar these were expensive furs, clean, nothing a commoner would possess.
"The guards, the healer, none of them would tell me who they answer to," Jane admitted, settling close so they could share body heat.
"How do you feel," the warrior spoke up, hinting to the discovery from a few days ago.
"Fine, I feel nauseous sometimes but nothing that doesn't ease."
"Good," she smiled, the two women settling in tight, or that was until the door opened to reveal a dragon winged giant decked out in gold adornment flanked by several guards.
"You slaughtered my best guard. I take it you must be Loki's queen; are you not? The Queen of the ulfhednar and Asgard," the one in gold asserted to the warrior holding to the small bundle, it appeared as though he was being gruff, but was sure to keep it quite due to the sleeping child.
"Yes, what of it," she breathed, trying to sound gruff herself, shifting to place Ember in Jane's arms as she forced herself to sore feet.
Jane calling out to her to stop, but she didn't listen as she stepped through the nest to the giant, a fur wrapped around her shoulders, bare feet padding across the cold stone to pause before him.
"Should have known my brother would be tethered to a brave creature such as yourself," he snarled, taking a knee to look her over more closely.
Brother? That meant he was either Helblendi or Blyster. Wearily she looked up to the massive hybrid wondering why of all in the 9 realms the Jotunar and Aesir had to be descended from dragons. Keeping calm as he smirked, flexing out massive pale blue leather wings as if to show power, but she was descended from wolves and dragon slayers. Keeping head high, she eyed the giant who seemed amused by her stubbornness to not back down.
"Fearless creature," his voice rumbled as he reached out to touch the exposed tattoo on her arm, running a calloused finger over it. Defiantly she held his gaze, knowing he was trying to provoke her.
"Loki will not like it when he finds out his brother tried to intimidate his queen," she was quick to point out as he pulled away.
The giant let out dark chuckle, she knew this could go one of two ways and wasn't sure which at the moment. Right now, it looked bleak, what of Ember? Her guts twisted at the thoughts of keeping the small infant protected, she didn't ask for any of this, and what of returning to Loki for the two of them to attempt to make it right?
"Defiant ulfhednar. It may keep you alive so you can return to Asgard. I want no war with the throne, our people have suffered enough at the hands of Odin; no need to repeat the same with Loki or Thor. But I'm afraid there is no way to get word to anyone at the moment. The dark elves are scouring the realm and have blocked the entrance into their own. There is another but it will take time for my messenger to reach. I sent him several days ago, but he must pass through wilderness and Utgard itself," he spoke quietly.
The giant noted the woman visibly let out a breath. "Until now you three remain here, in my chamber. You will be safe here, but I can't say much else for the outside of my encampment due to the dark elves. You, the princess and the blood dragons mate are under my protection. I will be sure the healer visits to assure you both are in good health; I don't need you three dying under my watch. I can only imagine the Hel it will bring on my head."
Giving a nod she understood, the warrior took a step back when he stood. The giant even going as far as to usher her back to the nest and assure she didn't fall. Gingerly she settled next to Jane who placed the infant in her arms and made sure they were covered well.
"I will send for your meal and better clothing," Blyster grunted out before leaving with his guard in tow.
It had been 3 months since a messenger had been sent, well now she had been told 4 had been sent with no word of what happened to the others. The movement of Jane to her left made the warrior wake, the two women having taken to keeping Ember between them when they rested. She watched as Jane sat up as if in pain, noting the look on her face, knowing what it was.
"Jane, lay back," she ordered quietly, getting to her feet to move the mortal around as she grabbed at her lower belly, holding tight to it.
"It hurts," Jane spoke, taking the warriors hand to hold.
"Let me call the healer, I have no herbs, nothing to work with," she spoke the brunet nodding and allowing her to the door, calling to the guard to fetch the healer.
In moments an elderly frost giant female ambled in, -the one ensuring they stayed healthy-, going to Jane with the warrior falling to the mortals head to keep her calm. Pushing the furs away they seen the faint stain of blood, there was nothing to be done but to soothe the panicking mortal. The healer and ulfhednar working together seamlessly to take care of the lost child.
"I'm sorry Jane," the warrior cooed as the giantess grunted when laying her hand over the brunets lower abdomen.
"Hand," the gruff creature snarled to the warrior who allowed it to the giantess, their kind had no bedside manner.
Placing her smaller hand where the others was, she felt thrumming, very strong one and a flutter. Looking back up to Jane, the moment the giant uttered, "there is another. This one wasn't strong enough, but the one in your womb will survive."
The two looking at the giantess as she gathered the soiled things to leave out of the room. The brunette gripped tightly to the warrior, sobbing her heart out.
"Then, I'm still-," Jane began, preparing to say pregnant but she couldn't at the moment.
"They must have been twins. It's not uncommon, I know that gives you little comfort but-," the warrior began as the mortal grabbed her to hug tight.
"Then we will celebrate the one I carry. Try not to dwell on the other. We have lost too much to not find joy in what we still have," Jane breathed, the warrior knew it was the scientist speaking but she sought comfort in it as well.
Quietly they heard Ember shuffle, a quiet coo and she was looking around in the dim room. The little girl smiling when she spotted the two women.
"Would you like to hold her? Feed her," the child's mother spoke, moving to lift the growing 4-month-old from the furs.
Jane opened her arms as she was handed the child and the ulfhednar helped to prop the mortal on pillows. Quietly she padded to the storage by the fire, it housed many things for the three of them as well as milk. It had been placed there should she be unable to feed Ember, which thankfully she could still do but was glad to allow another to share in the responsibly.
As she handed the milk to Jane the door to the room slung open and made the women pause. Blyster stormed in, looking at the two worriedly, the healer must have told.
"How is she," the giant spoke hinting to Jane who placed the bottle to Embers lips, the babe not hesitating to latch on.
"She is fine," the warrior spoke, moving protectively next to them.
"Good. Word has reached that Malekith was defeated. The portal I sent my messengers to, was heavily guarded but the last was able to make it. I'm not sure when they will be here," he admitted, the two women visibly relaxing.
Several days later, late in the night, there was a knock on the door, Blyster having taken to laying on the opposite side of the nest to assure the three were kept safe. The pale blue hybrid going as far as to drape a wing over them. Keeping the wing in place he called out to the one who knocked.
"They are here for the women," the one on the other side spoke up. They could hear someone on the other side, and they sounded a lot like-.
"Loki," the queen breathed, the giant getting to his feet to hurry from the nest leaving the women nested close to one another.
In a rush of leather clad wings, Loki burst in ahead of the others, Thor and Blyster not far behind with the door slamming shut. The ulfhednar scooped Ember up to rush to the god who gladly took them into his arms. Thor hurrying worriedly to Jane, the warrior looking back as Loki nuzzled at her neck. She was sure Thor was easy with Jane, the crimson winged hybrid scooping his mate up easily.
“Thank the Norns treasure,” Loki spoke, nuzzling hard under her ear before kissing over Ember's head.
Finally, she turned back to Loki, the god quick to seize her lips. A cool hand going to the nape of her neck while her own wrapped around his face, ebony wings draping tight around them.
Oh, how she loved this part of him. Slowly ebony wings moved to look to Thor who nodded he had Jane.
“Ready to go home pet,” he whispered, nuzzling at the two females in his arms.
“Yes,” she smiled, Ember letting out a squeak herself, but only because they had woken her.
Loki turned to Blyster, eyeing his giant brother close, “we are even then?”
“Aye,” Loki spoke cautiously holding tight to his mate.
“Then, by all means,” Blyster spoke, stepping to the side to allow the five to leave.
Upon arrival a healer was called to check the three, their mates worriedly waiting to assure the women and babies were healthy. A celebration called after the healer checked the women over. It was found out that Jane still carried twins.
There was a feast called to honor the two women, to celebrate the children and the late queen. Little Ember held tight in her father's arms who refused to allow anyone to take the bundle from him, save for his mate who sat in the same chair as he.
The entire evening Loki wouldn’t allow them from his side. Thankfully that worked in the ulfhednar's favor when Ember had taken all she could of the festivities and became cranky. The hybrid directing his mate and child down the quiet corridor to their brightly decorated room but thankful it was lit dimly.
Getting the infant settled, Loki placed a protection over the child to keep her safe while stealing away with her mother to the baths. In seconds Loki tugged his mates legs around his waist, taking their clothes as he stepped into the warm water.
Lovingly he nipped at her jaw, making her shiver in his arms. This was how he treated her from the beginning, never had he tortured her as she was led to believe. Loki was no monster.
“You are far from any monster I have met thus far Loki,” she breathed over his lips as he let her to her feet.
“I-,” Loki began to protest but he stopped, her hands lacing into his hair the water licking at her hips.
“Please, focus on us now. Not the past, not the Hel inflicted on you. Us Loki. It’s Ember, you and myself. We were told what you done to find us, that you turned over the cask for us. That is not the actions of a monster but a loving mate and father,” she echoed, tears rimming her eyes.
“Aye treasure,” he smiled, bowing to take her lips tenderly and holding her bare torso flush to his own.
Loki is chaos, chaos is havoc & havoc has found a treasure, a jewel, a new being to worship other than himself!
Warnings: +18 ONLY! Non-con, dub-con, violence, bloodshed, war
A/N: Just read on and find out how the dragon god reacts to the readers actions!
Words: +3,600
Six months Midgard time, that was how long Y/N had been following around Loki, without the collar, without oddly enough having to fear the god that used to keep her hidden away in their chambers. Y/N nothing she was starting to crave the gods attention, swearing she felt like a bitch in heat, but brushed it off as having gotten accustom to being used.
Finding herself waiting till the two started down the corridor alone, Y/N by the gods side in the pants suit that she picked for herself, the god rambling on about Midgard & eventually hearing enough. The warrior grabbing tightly to his long coat jerking the hybrid into the shadows, throwing him off balance as Y/N the one to push him against the wall.
Soft wet lips pressing into his, Loki not hesitating to deepen the kiss, cool hands going to the breeches she wore to tug them free & push them down thick thighs. The queens scorching hands went to the leathers he wore, tugging so leaking cock could spring free. In one quick motion Loki had Y/N spun with clothe clothed back to him, bracing on the wall as he lifted her onto his lap, velvet cunt enveloping leaking cock, both letting go of hushed moans.
“Norns, what has gotten into you my treasure,” he gasped out, filling the warrior rock back into him & unable to stop himself from meeting eager thrust.
“You,” Y/N breathed out, breath hitching as thick cock twitched inside velvet folds, slender calloused hand reaching for throbbing clit only to be brushed away by Loki’ warming hand that elicited a jerk of pleasure from the woman bucking against throbbing cock that rubbed just the right places inside the queen.
“Allow me lover,” he spoke darkly into her ear, curvaceous body arching back into cool leather torso, long coat folding out to ebony wings that wrapped around them for privacy, clothe covered arms reaching back around his neck.
“All I want my queen to do is hold on,” Loki growled deep in his chest.
The king moving to meet eager thrust, kissing the corner of her open mouth & swallowing moans of pleasure as he circled throbbing clit, filling warm cunt clinch aching cock. Letting out a feral growl, Loki held tight to thick middle while rubbing at throbbing clit, Y/N was close, so close the god could barely hold on himself.
“Cum Y/N, please treasure…,” Loki grunted out, filling her begin to topple & no longer able to stop himself.
Vision going black, arms tight around a warming neck, bucking back hard to finish the chase, as the god slid down the stone wall to rest his ass on the floor, wings still wrapped to keep their secrecy. The god nuzzling into the sweat soaked collar of HIS mates shirt, kissing the soft flesh as she leaned heavily back into him, rutting back on softening cock.
“Better love,” Loki breathed out, sounding breathless as Y/N turned in his loosening arms, pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss before pulling away.
“Better, thank you Loki,” she smiled reaching Y/E/C orbs that sparkled, a sight that was thankfully becoming common, especially since the young queen had been spending time with his mother, wondering if the sudden shift towards… their acts had something to do with that as well.
“No need to thank me love, all though I dare say that we are late & any minute….,” Loki began, but the clearing of a throat cut him off, the god quick to use green seidr to wright their clothes before getting to wobbly feet & folding ebony wings back to a long coat.
Both looking sheepishly at Thor who had strong arms folded over broad chest, his own little mate peeking out around the brawny god’s long coat. Jane, that was what he called the tiny creature wasn’t it?
“First the stables & now the corridors,” Thor began to scold, Y/N pulling close to Loki as the two of them emerged from the shadows to look at Thor with a smirk, the two gods watching Y/N reach hand out to Jane who quickly took it, the two women hurrying ahead down the corridor to the throne room.
“They have taken up with each other have they not,” Thor spoke, the two gods watching the women walk arm & arm slowly down the corridor.
“It is the only thing they have left of Midgard, who could blame them, at least Jane took to you earlier than Y/N had to me,” Loki began, the two gods taking off after the women.
“You lacked patience with Y/N, but then again so did I,” Thor admitted, thinking back to the night he had taken Jane from Midgard to bring her to his chambers, Y/N almost killing Thor when the warrior realized what the god had done, taking Loki to pull the ravenous queen off of the burgundy dragon.
“You are one to talk brother & Y/N is still not tamed. The queen still has her fire, I don’t want her to lose that,” Loki admitted, keeping close watch on the women as they entered the throne room via the doors that the guards held open.
“Who are we meeting today brother,” Loki asked Thor, the raven-haired god had relegated the care of Midgard to Thor who had met a group that called themselves the Avengers.
“I think today it is Tony Stark & the one they call Captain America,” Thor began as they entered into the throne, noting the two women had taken their seats next to the respective thrones.
This morning Y/N felt off, rolling over to realize she was alone in the nest, it was unlike Loki to not wake his queen & tell her where he was headed. Siting up the moment the god stepped out of the baths, clothed, ready for the day, whatever it was to be, cocking fuzzed head at Loki. Taking time to get to still sleepy feet to start for the edge of the nest to get ready, tugging at the shift she wore.
“You didn’t rest well last night lover,” Loki admitted, watching Y/N step out of the nest, the god graciously calling the warriors long robe to cover her, it was cool that morning, but she noted she felt warmer than usual.
“I’ll get ready & join you,” she smiled, the king reaching out to pull the sleepy woman into leather long coat, a kiss placed into messy bed head.
“Stay & rest, the only thing thrilling on today’s agenda is a lazy day of keeping Thor entertained,” he laughed with her.
“I may stay with Frigga then,” Y/N smiled turning into the long coat/wings to take in the scent of the oils he used before wrapping tired arms around strong torso, peering up at emerald orbs sleepily.
“I'm sure she would enjoy your company,” he finished, giving soft lips a chaste kiss before leaving Y/N to go to the baths alone.
Pulling the thin robe free the moment she stepped into edge of the large pool, Y/N looked down as bare foot slipped into the clear warm water & paused. Fingers reaching down to press at a plumper than usual stomach, one that didn’t give like fat, looking around the room to be sure the attendant hadn’t entered to rush to the mirror. Nimble fingers pressing the bump in lower abdomen, trying to think to the last day, when she…
“No,” she breathed out, tears springing to Y/E/C orbs, heart thumping against rib cage painfully, “no, please no.”
The door opening to send a jolt along sparking spine to immediately call the long robe with blue gold seidr, she had to hide it, no one could know. Turing to the attendant forcing the tears away, smoothing messy hair as she headed towards the older woman.
“Your majesty, you not getting dressed today,” the woman asked happily, taking in the forced smile but knew that the newest queen had her days.
“No, I'm going to lay back down, I'm tired,” she spoke, making sure the robe was kept loose to not show distended lower stomach.
“As you wish, his majesty told me that you hadn’t slept well, I will leave you breakfast & give you time to rest if you have no need of me,” the attendant smiled, walking out of the room with Y/N.
“Thank you,” Y/N responded as taxed mind began to ramble with thoughts of what needed to be done & how it was to be carried out.
It was clear, Y/N or the life that was growing inside couldn’t stay here, it had already been too long & look what happened. There was a small life that didn’t ask for this, she had to protect it, couldn’t let anything happen to it. One last look around the room, despite the bright colors, Y/N couldn’t stay could she? How would Loki treat… no, she had to…
It wasn’t easy hiding, let alone from one like Loki who had unlimited seidr, even hearing broadcast that Y/N was being searched for by none other than the Avengers she had met in Asgard. It had been all over the radio that morning from the only radio signal from the main land, having taken up on a small island all alone to make sure she wasn’t recognized & warding from any magic that would be used to find them.
Standing in front of a newly built long house, salty air whipping loose hair around exhausted head, hand going to ever growing belly. 5 months on Midgard, hidden away from everyone in a long house she built with her hands, well seidr helped, looking down to smile at the little creature that moved against tired hand. By Y/N’ estimates she was 7 months along, but all signs pointed to the little girl was going to be here soon. Nimble calloused fingers caressing over thick fabric of the shirt, thankful she was made to practice as a midwife with the mortals.
“I bet you are ready little one,” Y/N spoke to protruding belly, a slight cramp moving through lower abdomen, it had always been told that ulfhednar where sometimes born early because of how quickly they matured if the situation warranted it, plus the little girl was part hybrid.
Starting forward with a tired sigh, Y/N took time to get back into the long house, the news on the radio broadcasting her reward once again, letting out a laugh & how every day it sounded as though the god was growing more desperate. The walk up the muddy path easy thanks to the stones that paved the way, trying to not think of what would happen not if, but when Loki did find the two because like everything in her short life, it never lasted or remained simple.
It was inevitable, the ulfhednar knew they would find her, but had hoped for a few years later. Broad sword in unsteady hands that could barely hold to the ancient weapon, a day after delivery, the little bundle stowed safely in a basket in the bedroom. The wooden floor creaking just beyond the doorway that weak body stood pressed against, quivering arms raised & trying to keep the sword from topping out of feeble fingers.
It was ready, the instant the intruder stepped in the right spot, tired arms letting the hefty weapon drop down on the gods neck. Aching body jolting when a strong, gloveless hand grabbed the blade to coat it in crimson as free hand wrapped in the baggy shirt the attacker wore, the raven-haired hybrid slamming shivering body into the wall. Emerald eyes sparkling with relief as he peered into Y/E/C orbs that shone with tears & scenting his mates fear.
“Please treasure…. don’t… I'm not mad… why did you leave…,” he asked, holding the sword above his head, taking in Y/N’ haggard state, pondering why she looked so haggard or at least until a small squeak from a few rooms over caught keen hearing, realization flooding worried features.
“No..,” Y/N whimpered, releasing the leather grip of the blade, the god throwing it to the floor to catch feeble wrist to jerk wilted body into strong arms to carry Y/N to the room in question.
Heart hammering harder, knowing the god could hear it as he clung to HIS shivering mate that was tugging at the wrist he held, slowly loosening the iron grip on them to look down at Y/N who was hiding tired eyes.
“I was worried for you treasure, I thought the worst, but never thought…,” Loki’ quiet voice hushed down to the weakling in his arms, eyes falling onto the bed the instant they entered the room where the squeaks & coos grew louder.
The little squeaks & noises steady growing needy now. Emerald orbs sparkling as they fell on a basket nestled in a bed that was pushed against the interior wall, blankets pushed around it to keep the little occupant warm. The wool & linen covers in the basket moving as he let Y/N to shaky feet sure to keep a hand on the weak queen as she stepped to the bed, crawling into it to reach into the basket to pull out the bundle, holding it tightly to ample chest.
“Please don’t….,” Y/N began, flinching as the god slid into the bed next to them, looking into troubled Y/E/C eyes, brow furrowed at what she was thinking as long fingers reached to pull the blankets down to look at the day-old infant, black hair prominent on its little head.
“Why would I…,” Loki began, biting his own tongue at the statement he was about to make, she had every right to be terrified of him.
“I'm sorry treasure,” Loki breathed out quietly, reaching to pull mother & baby into sturdy arms to carry them out of the house, Y/N collapsing into his chest as she held to the squeezing bundle.
Eyes squinting as they exited the house, not expecting it to be so bright out, though Y/N hadn’t been outside in several days thanks to labor & the creature in weary arms. Daring to look around once eyes adjusted to spot none other than Thor who smiled at the two, azure own eyes sparkling as he realized what the bundle of linens was & why they moved.
The god taking on the excited appearance of a puppy, long coat folding out to leathery crimson wings as Thor stared for the two, careful of how sore the queen seemed, daring to look into the blankets, strong fingers tugging at the cover around the infants face & immediately putting them back over the babes head. The scent of a female flooding all their senses.
“A princess,” Thor spoke excitedly moving to the side & preparing as Loki began to call the Bifrost.
“A healthy princess & queen, I may add,” Loki began laying raven head to Y/H/C as they were swallowed up.
Waking with a start, Y/N pushed off of the leather wing gingerly, body sore & not remembering much since being brought back to Asgard. The fill of a soft gown covering curvaceous body fully, looking up to see Loki, sitting in lounge pants with the little infant on bent knees, one hand wrapped around the little creatures head & the other holding a bottle that the princess drank from.
“She is ok lover,” Loki spoke, finally looking to Y/N who scooted close, laying heavily into stout side to watch the hybrid closely.
“What did you name our little princess,” Loki spoke, the wing Y/N rested on curling around Y/N’ large frame while the other moved to keep the sun out of their eyes, it had to be evening.
Y/N paused, debating to bother with telling Loki anything, she still feared for the little creature he held, though he was so gentle with the infant. Noting the little princess was clothed in a warm linen gown, feet enclosed in wool socks & bright green eyes looking up at the god that fed her. Hands sliding gently under the tiny creature to lift her up & lay on his shoulder to burp.
“Ember…. I named her Ember,” Y/N admitted watching the god gently pat the infant to elicit a burp.
“It's beautiful treasure, it suits our princess,” he admitted, cradling the baby in one arm while taking the other to help Y/N sit up in his side.
“She was born with blue skin,” Y/N began, looking up into troubled emerald eyes at the mention of Jotun blood in the child.
“That so,” he spoke Y/N settling against strong chest exhausted still, eyes fluttering closed.
“Yes it is,” she spoke sleepily, forcing tired eyes open to look at the little creature nestled in the gods arm while calloused fingers traced over the mark along her spine one the hybrid had memorized.
“She didn’t keep it long,” the queen sighed out, relaxing for the first time since finding her.
“Good, that’s good treasure. You did perfectly love,” Loki cooed to the mother of his child, the warrior scooting further up onto the hybrids chest, tired eyes meeting emerald gaze.
“She hasn’t wings… but..,” Y/N sighed out.
“She may not, then again they may not show till later on because our little princess isn’t pure blood. Either is fine lover, don’t concern yourself over it,” Loki stated with a smile that made the queen eye him closer.
“What will you do to us,” Y/N began worriedly, shocked when the god leaned down so that lips were less than an inch apart, cool breath fanning over parched mouth to note anger never flickered in strong features when mentioning her betrayal.
“Nothing treasure, put it out of your mind, I have no plans of harming either of you,” he hushed, pressing his lips to hers, surprised the queen returned the kiss before Loki pulled away.
“Rest, I’ll keep the both of you safe & make sure our little Ember is tended to,” he breathed, the queen relaxing further into taught side obvious it was all she could do to keep Y/E/C orbs open.
“Where is Frigga,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed.
“She is on her way to visit, but rest,” he stated, wing wrapping tighter around the queen as tired body went lax.
The clicking of the chamber door making sleep pause for a moment as the older monarch entered in a rush to see her first grandchild, golden light taking golden slippers in excitement to hurry to the two, stunning Loki when golden light jerked him to bare feet, Frigga taking the hybrids place. The little princess Ember nestled in Loki’ mothers arms, golden wing wrapped around Y/N who laid on the older woman who looked the two over, cooing praises before looking up to Loki with a sly smile.
“Thor needs you in the throne room, the Avengers are there & it seems the dark elf leader is on his way to meet with you,” Frigga informed the king who scowled at her, upset to be losing time with his mate & daughter but knew this meeting was significant.
“He wasn’t due yet,” Loki commented, green seidr engulfing to clothe him in battle armor once noting the breast plate his mother wore, turning to watch Jane enter to traipse around Loki cautiously to get to the women, Frigga moving the wing opposite Y/N for Jane to fall in next to her.
The impending chaos making the god’s senses sting, looking the four women over closely, exhausted mate nodding off as the older monarch & brothers mate fussed over the alert newborn appeared to be maturing faster than expected. Giving his fair wells, the god hurried to the doors, taking one last glance back at the four before rushing out. Trying to calm the darkness that gnawed at twisting gut that this meeting was off as heavy doors clicked shut behind leathery wings that folded into their trademark long coat.
Ok, Dragon Loki is turning out.... holy shit, cant explain it! BUT! Would everyone rather the chapters short like 1,800-2,500 word count or like Forgotten Gods was, +4,500. I know it really is up to me but was curios what people preferred. Tagging all!
Thor had felt safe for as long as he could remember, because he always had Loki. No one would dare cross the prince when there was a great dragon at his back. Of course Loki started off small, just like Thor, but they'd grown together.
Loki was growing fast. They were only teens and already he was big enough for Thor to ride, carrying him through the skies, unafraid of Thor's lightning.
When Thor was a baby Loki's egg had been a gift. It had been thought to be a fossil; dead. But Thor's warmth, the little sparks of power from his chubby fingers had woken Loki and caused him to hatch. He was smaller than a cat and covered in glistening blue scales, peering out at the world with bright red eyes. His body had been wrapped around Thor's and he'd spit fire at any who tried to take Thor from his crib.
The King and Queen were suddenly faced with the prospect of having two sons, and that one of them definitely wasn't Aesir.
Thor had never had to feel alone in all his life. He had talked to Loki for years now, his confidant and protector. The only problem was that a dragon couldn't talk back. At as far as Thor knew.
As soon as he woke up he reached out for where Loki would be at his beside, but his dragon wasn't there. Thor sat upright and came face to face with a boy his own age. There was no need to guess at who this was.
"Loki!" Thor surged forward and tackled Loki into the bed, hugging him tight.
Loki laughed and hugged him back. "Good morning, brother."
Thor pulled back and looked down at Loki's new form. His eyes were the same, that deep red Thor knew and loved, and his skin was the same soft blue of his scales. The horns hadn't gone anywhere, still curling out from Loki's skull and just big enough for Thor to wrap his hand around. Loki had thick, wavy black hair that spilled out behind him and crowned him beautifully. He was as incredible in this form as he was in the other.
Thor was frozen, staring down at Loki who laid under him so soft, grinning from ear to ear. It was natural to lean in and kiss him. A soft press of his lips to Loki's, just like he'd do during rides, kissing the top of Loki's head. But this was different.
Loki kissed him back, tangled his fingers into Thor's hair, wrapped his legs around Thor's hips as Thor had done to him countless times. He was so strong, so demanding, and Thor wanted to feel him everywhere.
They pulled apart and Loki licked his teeth, still just sharp enough to look dangerous. "I want to see how you ride me in this form."
Thor grinned and licked a long stripe up Loki's horn, proud of the gentle shiver that made Loki tremble from head to toe. "I'll ride you like I always do, Loki. So hard we both scream."
Loki's chuckle was so low it could be a growl, and in that sound Thor found peace above all else.
