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dragon!thor who moves through the clouds, splitting the sky with traces of light, visiting the nearby village. as he lands, he assumes a human form, still a Large one may i clarify, and he buys/steals all the jewelry he can get his eyes on. anything sparkly counts as jewelry. the deepest sapphire to the brightest coin, he’s snatching it, putting into a pouch.
he leaves the store with a grin. when he reaches a clearing somewhat far from the village, he leaps into the air. thunder resumes and the little princess, hidden away in a glamoured castle, knows her love is arriving soon.
the giddiness and happiness this man would be just from GIVING you anything im he’s such a giver. like he itches to put on the necklace around your neck like im— i can definitely see him as dragon!au. i—
Fantasy AU where Steve's a virginal omega who's chosen to be sacrificed to a fearsome dragon, in the hopes that his kingdom will be spared from its wrath. Even as his blood runs cold at the sight of the beast, a nightmarish thing of red and black descending upon the rock he's chained to, he keeps his head held high, choosing to face this unfair death with courage. But everyone is shocked when the dragon instead breaks the chains and carries Steve off to the distant northern mountains (1/2)
(2/2) Once they reach the beast's lair, Steve finds himself gently laid down in a pile of furs, watching in shock and confusion as the dragon slowly transforms into a naked human alpha named Thor. His movements slow and gentle, Thor kneels before Steve and pledges to be his mate, body and soul. As the weeks pass, Steve gets used to his new living situation and slowly starts to fall in love with this strange alpha, feeling warmer and more protected and loved then he can ever remember.
Okay, I love this concept, I'm weak for turning this "dragon capturing a maiden" trope on its head like this. Also, this sounds like my kind of monster fucking fic and I kinda want to write it. I kinda hate and love you for putting this idea in my head because I love it so much!
Once upon a time, Steve was wandering in the mountains. A dangerous pastime for a young boy, but his mother was the town's apothecary, and that meant Steve had to learn where to find medicinal herbs, roots, and berries. It's not exactly the most glamorous job in the world, but he enjoys it.
One day, he was looking for herbs to stock up for the winter. Every year was the same, of course. People got sick in the winter and his mother would make them medicines. There were rumors that she was a witch, but that didn't keep people from coming to her when they were sick.
On that particular day, Steve went further up the mountain than usual. He was older, nearly 12 years old. His mother said he could handle it, but to be careful. Strange things sometimes lived in the mountains and the forest that covered them. Steve heeded her words, even if he wasn't sure what exactly she was talking about. He had a bow and a quiver of arrows to protect himself and to hunt for food, should the opportunity arise. He was small and weak, but if he had the chance to shoot rabbits or fowl, he could take it.
He heard rustling in a bush and took out his bow. His pack was full, but if he could bring food home, that might be worth just as much as the herbs. When he emerged from the bush, though, what he found wasn't a rabbit or a bird, but a small, strange lizard fighting a fox. The lizard was striking; red and black swirling over its body. Steve had never seen one like it before.
Between them was the carcass of a pheasant that the lizard seemed to defending rather desperately. Without thinking, Steve drew his bow and shot an arrow into the fox's chest. The lizard squawked in shock, and growled at it caught Steve's gaze. Steve held up his hands as he approached to collect the body and his arrow. A fox wasn't good for meat, but the pelt could be used to make something warm or sold to the tanner in town so he could make use of it.
The lizard scented his hand and Steve tried his best to stay calm. It was said that an omega's scent could calm even wild animals. How much of that was true or old wives' tales, Steve had no idea, but it was worth a shot. The lizard calmed, picked up the pheasant in its jaws, and ran off faster than Steve could blink. Regardless, he bent down to pull the arrow out of the fox and put the carcass in an empty sack.
The fox made a warm hat that lasted many years. Steve never saw the lizard again, though. Two years after he found it, he went into his first heat. It was the talk of the town for more than a year afterwards. Many families made offers, especially the rich ones who thought that having a male omega would be a novel idea. Steve turned them all down. The last thing he needed was for some noble prick to take him from his work.
In time, rumors began circulating that he, too, was a witch. It didn't matter if Steve had never actually done anything more than heal the sick and turn down offers of marriage from wealthy families. It didn't even matter that his mother had, in fact, taught him actual magic in addition to his healing arts. He kept it secret and didn't practice anything where others might intrude.
Then, ten years after he met the strange lizard, his mother died. It wasn't unexpected. Her health had been failing her for years before it finally claimed her. Steve wept bitterly at the funeral. Many people turned out, but few offered comfort to Steve. His friends in the town were few, indeed, and none of them could fill the gaping hole her death left in his life.
Only months later, the dragon appeared.
The kingdom was in an uproar. Every effort to drive the beast away had been met with disaster. An army had been ravaged, fields burned, and towns pillaged. The entire town was in a state over the news. There was talk of preparing a sacrifice in the event that the dragon appeared in their region.
Steve scoffed at such talk. What kind of dragon would be placated with an omega virgin? Many of the men who made such suggestions were becoming eager to marry off their omega offspring in the hopes that someone else's child would be chosen to be offered. Steve didn't think it would really happen.
Until it did.
The powerful families of the town were increasingly anxious. Many of them were still offended that Steve had refused all offers of marriage. As the dragon entered their region, the rumors of his being a witch became louder. People stopped coming to his shop for remedies, they slammed doors in his face, some refused to do business with him. A few days after Steve consumed the last of his food, soldiers approached his door. The city council had agreed to offer him up to the dragon. Weak with hunger, Steve went willingly.
The next day he was taken out to the battlements. He was chained to the ground as the dragon approached. Steve gasped, his blood went cold at the sight. The dragon was huge! It was nearly as big as the fortress itself. The scales gleamed crimson red with black swirls, like a sunset with teeth that could set the entire town ablaze.
The head of the council shook violently as he read their declaration of offering Steve to the dragon. Steve took a deep breath and shook as the dragon sniffed him. Then, the dragon extended a huge, clawed paw and snapped the chains like they were nothing more than twigs. The dragon took Steve in its hand and flew away. Steve didn't even have the sense to scream as he watchd his town fade into the distance.
The dragon flew for what seemed like hours until it arrived in a part of the mountains Steve had never seen or heard of before. The mountains were tall and huge and covered with snow. Then, the dragon began to descend and walked into the mouth of an enormous cavern. It was decorated with lavish furs, torches, and rich furnishings. The dragon set Steve down on a pile of furs when it began to shine. A moment later, a large, very naked man stood before Steve. What's more, the man smelled very strongly of alpha. Steve had never scented one more potent. His blond hair went past his shoulders and his chest, arms, and legs were all covered in tattoos of the same red and black swirls as the dragon. Steve swallowed and backed away as the man approached.
"Well met, little one," the man---dragon--- said.
"Do I... know you?" Steve asked.
"Of course," the dragon said with a smile. "You saved me from the fox when I was a starving babe."
Steve's eyes went so wide he was surprised they didn't fall out. "That was you?!? How?"
"Dragons grow quickly when magic and food is plentiful," the dragon replied. He knelt in front of Steve. "I have been searching for you."
Steve blinked. "Why?"
"Your scent has remained with me night and day these past 15 years," the dragon said. "I have bided my time until I could return to you."
"But why me? And why did you cause so much destruction?" Steve asked.
"I did nothing that was not in self-defense," the dragon replied. "I attempted to reason with them, but they refused to listen. Knights preferred the prospect of becoming famous heroes than to help a dragon find the man he loves."
Steve blinked again. "The man you love?"
"Yes, little one," the dragon said. "I am Thor, the king of dragons, and I have searched these many months to find you. I will pledge my eternal love, service, and devotion to you, my sweet, if you will have me."
Steve reeled. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for the still very large man, but no one had ever declared their love for him, at least, not in a way that he found convincing. Thor, though, seemed sincere.
"I didn't know the dragons had a king," Steve said. Thor smiled.
"We do, and I am he," Thor said. "I would have you be my queen, if you consent."
"And if I don't?" Steve asked.
"Then, with sorrow, I will return you to your home, or you may reside here to find another you deem worthy, or you may name the place and I will take you there and never return," Thor said. "You are free to do as you wish."
Steve considered this for a moment. His home had willingly turned him over, expecting him to be eaten. A dragon, and a king at that, had emerged as a suitor for his hand, who also happened to be the strange creature Steve had saved as a boy. It was a strange turn of events, to be sure.
He looked around the cavern. It was a surprisingly warm place for a home so high up in the mountains. The air smelled of jasmine and ginger, too, not like a den for a wild animal. Human kings and lords lived in less splendid conditions. Still, that wasn't a reason to accept such an offer.
"May I have time to consider?" Steve asked.
"Indeed you may," Thor said. "Take as much time as you require. I only have one thing to ask."
"Yes?" Steve asked.
"May I court you, in the way humans court a mate? I suspect that you would find the way dragons court a mate to be less appealing," Thor said. Steve smiled.
"I think I would like that," he said. Thor smiled, his teeth gleaming and sharp. The look made him appear wild, but also charming, in a way. He also looked excited, in a way that made Steve shiver with anticipation.
"Thank you, little one," Thor said. He bent to kiss Steve's hand, and despite the chaste gesture, Steve blushed furiously. Thor made a sound that was similar to purring, but deeper. The sound made Steve shiver again. "I promise you will enjoy your stay among us."
Finally finished this piece for “On Your Wings”, with our loving husbands!
Read the story here!! Co-Written with Yakisoba13 :
(Edit) Summary::
Loki, youngest prince of the Jotun Elves has been forced into a marriage with the king of dragons himself, Thor, in order to unite the elven and draconic kingdoms in peace. But the younger man is NOT happy about it, despite the king’s apparent obsessive adoration of him, and Thor must win him over. It’s a good thing Thor is good at getting what he wants.
Loki was reluctant to wander this deep in the forest. The creatures here grew taller than the trees, towering with such height and power that only the most skilled witches dared to come this far.
He knelt beside a tree trunk and carefully cut away shimmering gold mushrooms. There, done, he had everything he needed for his potion.
Loki rose and turned, and froze in his spot, knife still clutched in his fingers. A dragon. Of course. Oh, of all the creatures he could run into, it would be a fucking dragon. Here, with neither gold nor sweet leaf to ply the beast. Maybe there was mint in his pack? It wasn’t sweet leaf, but it could work.
The dragon tilted its head and looked him down with bright blue eyes, gold scales glittering as they caught the mottled sunlight pouring down through the canopy above. Wait.
“Thor?” Loki took a step forward and yes, yes, this had to be Thor.
The dragon nodded slowly, then his lips lifted in a toothy grin and a thunderous roar filled the air. Loki never thought he would see Thor again. He witnessed, helpless when the spear pierced Thor’s heart, he saw Thor fall from the sky, and it felt like so long ago that all the light in his life had gone out when Thor left.
But he hadn’t.
Loki reached out and placed his hand on Thor’s nose. He was bigger now, a proud example of his kind.
“How?” Loki asked.
Thor pushed up from the ground until Loki’s hand could no longer reach him, and underneath Loki saw the place where Thor had been run through. One of his scales was cracked, slowly healing but there was still tender skin visible beneath. Loki walked under Thor’s body and reached up to feel that place. The skin was so hot it almost hurt to touch, but he had to feel, to see with his eyes and his magic that Thor had survived, that Thor was returning to him.
This was better than Loki could have hoped. Their bond was still alive. Faint, nearly broken from time and distance, but still alive.
Loki leaned into the threads that tied them together and forged every knot anew. Thor made pleased little hums above him as they were reconnected. The original ceremony had taken hours, but Loki finished within minutes. His soul knew Thor’s. He had been dreaming of this for years.
He walked back out from under Thor’s body and opened his arms. Thor pressed his head into Loki’s front and nuzzled into him like a puppy just like he had back when Loki saved him so long ago.
A slow, gentle thought trickled into his mind like rain, their bond already strong enough to hear each other’s thoughts.
Thor’s voice filled his head and his heart, a constant chant like a beloved hymn.
Home
Loki nodded and pressed a kiss to one of Thor’s scales. “Yes, Thor. Home.”
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.
I know I thoroughly failed Kinktober (Who knew commitment was harder than it sounds??)And I’m sorry I’ve been unusually quiet BUT!!! Here is a silhouetted peek at what I’m working on after my unexpected hiatus!
It’s a piece for my and Yakisoba13′s “On Your Wings”, featuring the dragon King Thor and an arranged marriage to the Elven King’s youngest son, Loki
