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The Himalayan Refuge

Chapter 10: A New Beginning...

Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…

Pairing: Loki/OFC(POC)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Adventure, Drama, Angst, Action, Loki lands in India, Mistaken Identity, False Identity, Magic/Seidr.

[Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz ​​ are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s​ Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.]

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Maya was awestruck.

Vanaheim was so green and beautiful! And not just naturally pretty, but it appeared as though the people there had embraced nature completely. It felt like she had stepped into a big, neverending garden, with everything pruned and perfectly snipped. Even the buildings looked to be a part of the garden landscape, what with their curved walls and facades.

As Loki took her to his aunt's house through numerous groves and around pretty round ponds, her eyes were surely comically wide and dazzled.

"Wow, you weren't joking about it being beautiful," she said, clutching his arm tightly as he led her. "These people are nature lovers on steroids. I can feel the vegetation breathing . The magic here is so intense!"

Loki chuckled and put his hand on hers as he led her down the winding, flower-lined paths, towards the secluded estate where his aunt lived. He truly enjoyed watching Maya's reactions as she took in everything around her - how her eyes went wide and her breath caught, or how her heartbeat quickened. He adored every moment of it.

"It is a place made by magic users, for magic users. And my aunt, Lady Idunn, is one of the best. She taught me for centuries..."

Centuries...Maya doesn't have centuries...

...at least, not yet.

Loki grinned to himself as he approached the organic-looking abode, twisting out of the ground and forming into a verdant, draping tree--a homage to the Yggdrasil itself. He kissed Maya on the head and stepped forward to knock on the door.

When it opened, they were greeted by a beautiful woman in a flowing silver gown, golden hair flowing past her waist with streaks of grey shimmering like moonlight through her tresses. She smiled when her golden eyes landed on them, genuine joy in her expression.

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The Himalayan Refuge

Chapter 9: Maya’s Choice

Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…

Pairing: Loki/OFC(POC)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Adventure, Drama, Angst, Action, Loki lands in India, Mistaken Identity, False Identity, Magic/Seidr.

[Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz​​ are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s​ Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.]

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"Come with me," he said, reaching out and taking her hand without thinking. As soon as he realized what he'd done...he left it, squeezing her hand. "Let me get you out of here. I know where to go next...and it's somewhere you can be free."

Maya’s listless and sad eyes widened at his suggestion.

"Are you... mad?" she asked, surprised and a tad bit suspicious too. "Think of the consequences... What if we get caught? I'll just be a dead weight for you, for I'm just a simple witch with simple potion magic."

In her heart, she wanted to leave with him... it was a great big fantasy. But there were so many complications in its reality.

"I have grandparents back in my village. They don't like me much, but they're dependent on the money I send them. As a Hindu, it's my duty to take care of them, as part of my dharma. I don't want to be negligent towards my duties."

She didn't know if he'd understand where she was coming from. The offer was so tempting, though...

She sighed heavily.

"I'm not even fully sure that I can trust you... I'm sorry if I sound like a bitch. I WANT to trust you, for you protected me from those men, kept me from harm, gave me the euphoric magical melding...and more." Her cheeks heated up as that "more" hung in the air uncomfortably. "But I essentially don't know anything about you. And I don't know if I can handle going to this new place with you..."

"I can fix this for you..." he said, knowing that he probably looked and sounded a bit insane. But his mind was spinning...he realized he may have found a way out, a way to help her and himself. "I can provide your grandparents with all the money they'll ever need. You won't have to worry about them at all. And you don't have to worry about being caught. No one is after you..."

He smiled hopefully, trying to make her see.

"Do you think, now that you know who I am, that none of what we had together was real? I'm still me, I still feel the way I feel about you, Maya. I think you're... incredible. You're such a treasure..."

He reached up and cupped her cheek, unsure whether she would accept his touch or turn away. He allowed himself to hope…

“We’ll leave this world and start anew. Everything will be fine.”

Maya felt so confused. Just a few minutes ago she was running for her life, trying to fight him with all that she had. She didn't even know how many times she had kicked and punched him. Not that it had any impact...

But now, he was offering her a better life. He was offering to take care of her. He didn't want to abandon her...

"I..." Her voice cracked, and she began to cry again. "No one has ever offered to take care of me. I had stopped hoping."

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The Himalayan Refuge

Chapter 6: Magic Shared

Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…[Loki/OFC(POC)]

Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz​ are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s​ Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.

We’re updating this story on a weekly basis, since most of it is already written. It’s gonna be SAFE SUNDAYS!

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"Please don't hurt me," she squeaked, still trembling from whatever he had done to her.

She didn't know anything about him, but here he was, exposing her power like a nerve. And she was terrified.

All her life, she had tried to keep it hidden, and this man exposed her within two days of coming here. She didn't even know what he'd do with this knowledge. She just knew that he was more powerful and capable than her, and that he had just proved it to her.

"Please!" She began to struggle in his arms, wanting to get away from him. He simply held her that much tighter. "No!"

“Wait! Maya, I’m sorry! That’s not what I— CALM DOWN!”

Right as he shouted, she squirmed out of his grip and began to fall. Norns, he was such a fool! He let his enthusiasm cloud his judgement - he should have known that she would be frightened!

But he couldn’t let her be hurt. He couldn’t be the one to hurt her.

And so, before he could think it through or stop himself, he cast his seidr underneath her before she landed on the dirt. With a swirl of wind and gold...he caught her.

She stared up at him, floating several inches over the ground, and he locked eyes with her gravely, hoping she wouldn’t scream.

"Wha...."  She stared at him in surprise as she floated in the air.

This was not something that she could do. He really was powerful.

"What are you? Why...?"

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The Himalayan Refuge

Chapter 2: Out & About

Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…

Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz​ are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s​ Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will many references to the Indian culture and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story. In the present chapter, Loki gets to eat a hearty breakfast and see more of Palampur with Maya.

We’re updating this story on a weekly basis, since most of it is already written. It’s gonna be SAFE SUNDAYS!

In the morning, Maya returned to the cottage quietly, trying not to disturb the new guest. She got busy with breakfast preparation immediately, knowing that she'd have to head out to the money exchanger quickly afterwards.

Once she had the money, she would be able to take Luke around.

She made a quick batch of fenugreek leaf and potato paranthas for him, wanting him to taste something local. Then, putting the paranthas and tea on the table, she went to wake him up. It was 8:00AM already, and she assumed he'd be up soon. If not, she'd need to wake him up, for she needed to rush to the exchanger afterwards.

Man, this job was too much work if she didn't end up getting tipped nicely. Asking Mr. Raichand for a raise was out of the question...

She barely knocked on Luke’s bedroom door when it opened, surprising her thoroughly. Luke stood facing her, holding the door handle firmly. His extremely tall stature made it appear as though he was looming over her.

"Oh!" She stepped back immediately, doing the namaste again with a cheery smile. "Good morning, Mr. Williams. Breakfast is on the table. I made an Indian flatbread called ‘parantha.’ "

“Good morning,” Loki said with more warmth than he’d intended, returning her cheerful smile. He felt a fluttering feeling in his chest as she nodded and headed toward the dining table; the room smelled incredible, and the flaky looking flatbreads steaming on the large platter made his mouth water. He licked his lips and sat down, grabbing a few of the paranthas and some of the brightly colored sauces he assumed were meant to be eaten with the flatbread.

Maya began to leave the room then, but he found he longed for her company and conversation. Before he could stop himself, he spoke up.

“Maya? Would you care to join me for breakfast? If you’re not busy, I’d like to ask you a few more questions about the local area.”

It was a weak excuse, but he hoped she would stay. It had been so long since he’d just been able to converse with someone, without pretense or having his guard up. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

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We also made a Maya doll in piccrew. Isn’t she cute?

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The Himalayan Refuge

Chapter 4: Chudail

Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…[Loki/OFC(POC)]

Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz​ are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s​ Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.

We’re updating this story on a weekly basis, since most of it is already written. It’s gonna be SAFE SUNDAYS!

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As soon as Loki was alone, he exhaled heavily and threw the pillow on his bed, putting his hands on his hips and staring down at the straining fabric near his crotch.

“You are going to get us in trouble if you keep this up,” he chastised it in a whisper. “There is no scenario in which this can happen. So stop it.”

Predictably, it did not comply.

With a sigh, he undressed himself and turned the shower on cold , hoping the frigid water would provide him some distraction from the thoughts he most definitely should not be having about Maya - and relieving himself of this pent-up frustration manually was out of the question. The icy water hit his skin and he gritted his teeth, feeling the blood rush away from his troublesome member and back to the core of his body.

But it did nothing to stop his mind from ruminating about her touch…

He stayed in the shower for much longer than his usual reprieve.

By the time Luke came out of the bedroom, Maya had cleaned most of the cottage with her trusty steam mop and vacuum--all bestowed on her by the kind Mr. Raichand.

It wasn’t that she was very quick with those things, it was just that Luke had taken more than an hour in the shower. Rather ridiculous, but who was she to question the royalty, huh?

When he stepped out of the room, Maya simply stepped in without a word, taking her cleaning gadgets with her. She kept her eyes averted from him, for every time she even barely looked in his direction, she was reminded of how aroused he had gotten from her simple shoulder massage.

“How are you feeling now?” she asked as she plugged the vacuum in, just glancing in his direction very briefly. Damn, she knew that she was blushing again, so she quickly turned away. “Better, I hope. Umm, I need to head out again after I do your room. Nothing major, just need to buy some groceries. I’ll make dinner after I return.”

“Yes...good…” Loki tried to turn away, to control himself. He knew this would be trouble if he even began to dabble in the idea of toying with her again as he had before.

Then again...she had been such a gracious host, and he did feel guilty for making her uncomfortable. No...propriety demanded that he address the situation and not let it fester. It was the right thing to do.

Lo and behold, Loki of Asgard, striving to do the right thing…

He took a deep breath.

“Maya,” he said, intentionally trying to be as disarming as he could. “About earlier...my apologies. That was rather embarrassing. I hope it hasn’t upset you - I didn’t intend for it to happen.”

Maya felt her cheeks glowing with heat. He was talking about… about his erection!  

She wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole. This was embarrassing…

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The Himalayan Refuge

Chapter 5: A Kurta & A Garden

Summary: When Loki poofed with the Tesseract after the attack of New York, he desired to go to a safe place, somewhere he could recover and plan his next move. The Tesseract took him to Palampur, India–a sleepy town in the lap of the Himalayas. There, he indeed got the refuge he needed in a British era cottage, but his entanglement with its caretaker caused his plans to change…[Loki/OFC(POC)]

Authors’ Notes: I and @emeraldrosequartz​ are continuing this story for @allaboardthereadingrailroad ‘s​ Diversity Challenge. It features a POC Original Female Character (from India) and Loki. There will be many references to the Indian culture, food and Hinduism (since the OFC is a Hindu) throughout the story.

We’re updating this story on a weekly basis, since most of it is already written. It’s gonna be SAFE SUNDAYS!

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The kiss was soft, probing, tenuous. She allowed it, she encouraged it, and before he knew what was happening, he was swept up in it. His fingers came up to her scalp and laced through her hair, holding her gently as though afraid that she would evaporate in his arms if he went too quickly.

Oh gods of gods, what am I doing?

This wasn't supposed to happen. He was an intergalactic fugitive, there was nothing he could offer her other than his empathy and compassion.  He could only offer her THIS moment...beyond that, there were no guarantees. He would be gone and out of her life in the blink of an eye, and it was wrong to get this involved, to tie himself in her heartstrings and let her become entangled in his.

He didn't stop.

Every time their lips came together, he felt a thrill run down his spine. He hadn't been this intimate with anyone since Asgard, long before his fall from the Bifrost. It was overwhelming and heady. It made him feel elated and terrible all at once. He knew this would lead to hurting her, to hurting himself.

Still...he didn't stop. He couldn't.

She had him.

At least for now...she had him.

It happened so fluidly, she was unable to stop. His lips were addictive, and she wanted to forget everything... it worked just fine that he couldn't seem to stop either. They were both drowning in the kiss, tongues exploring, hands grasping, bodies pressing together through layers of clothes.

Tears still slipped from her eyes, but she didn't even notice them. She was simply wrapped up in Luke. Just for this moment, everything was fine. Everything was beautiful and perfect.

She fell asleep before she could part from him, and that was how she woke up the next morning--cuddled up to Luke, her face tucked against his chest.

She blinked in confusion, hearing and feeling the deep breaths against her hair.

Oh... oh no...

They had both fallen asleep on the diwan, still kissing and cuddling. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the long windows of the drawing room, she felt terribly self conscious about it.

What if he thought her easy? Would she just let him do more, just like the kissing and cuddling?

This was all horribly irresponsible, especially considering her job. If Mr. Raichand got to know, she'd be toast. If word got out, she'd be persecuted even more than before. Indians, especially small town ones, were extremely conservative. None of the people here matched her liberal thought process.

Luke would go back to his life of royalty, and she'd be stuck here still. The chasm of differences between them was too wide and deep, and there was no closing that gap.

Spurred by these thoughts, she pulled away from Luke and got up from the diwan, knowing that her movements were bound to wake him up. She simply hurried out of the cottage and ran to her cabin before he could call her.

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