Fandom: MCU AU
Pairing/starring: Jotunn!Loki x Fem!Jotunn!reader
Content: Morning after, hints at smut, hint of the ongoing heat, mostly some “angst” and pining, sad goodbyes (just temporary, don’t worry).
A/N: Continuation of the smut fic The Bathhouse which I posted about a week ago and people seem to like. There’ll be a final and third part which will be seriously smutty as opposed to this second part. Betaed as usual by my wonderful TanteFrutsel-CreativeNurse <3
Departure
Returning to the inn, you undress and finally fall onto the bed, exhausted and head spinning with what has transpired at the bathhouse. Tugging yourself under the covers, a hand drifts to your clothed core without really touching, just covering an area of the body which is forever changed for you. And in spite of that, in spite of the myriad of thoughts, you fall into a deep sleep
...
There’s a sharp knock at the door, rousing you from your slumber, fog headed. The knocking persists more urgently so you wrap the covers around your body and go to open, finding your comrades outside.
“Don’t you want breakfast?” Morella begins unceremoniously. “Why’re you still in bed?”
You shrug, trying to hide how abashed you feel with nonchalance. “Was up most of the night.”
“Doing what?” Then something seems to dawn on her face and she gasps, “or doing who?”
“Morella!” Anvindr berates, the blue of his skin deepening considerably.
You shake your head vehemently, not ready to admit to what had transpired in the bathhouse just yet. It feels like a delicious secret, a sweet little morsel to nibble from as long as the others don’t know.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll be right down,” you change the subject.
...
The trip to the library had not been completely in vain because Anvindr had found some tomes on dwarven metallurgy and Morella managed to find a few scrolls befitting her whimsical interests too. You on the other hand had been sat staring at the same page about the founding of Utgarde without being able to take in the words.
Now you’re passing by the palace on the way back to the main road.
“Ah, hello,” a slightly familiar voice calls out.
Looking around, you spot the captain that had attempted to apprehend you with his group outside of Utgarde. He appears to be coming from within the building, fully armed and fitted with a delegation of Jötunn in his wake.
“Captain Evios,” Anvindr greets him clipped.
“You remember my name! How nice!” the captain smiles broadly as though there could be no bad blood between them, “I see you’re roaming around as you please again...guess your story checked up, huh, pretty one?” The last part is aimed at you and you instinctively recoil. “Maybe you can roam past me when I come back from assignment, if you get my drift.”
There’s a faint snicker in his ranks that’s quelled when another voice speaks up, icy cold: “Evios,” is all that’s said but the expression on the captain’s face clearly states that he knows he’s fucked up.
“Sorry, prince Loki. Heading out now,” and with that the group scurry away revealing the god that had appeared behind them.
“My apologies...no guest of Utgarde should be spoken to in that manner,” the ruby-eyed Jotunn complains, “I’ll make sure he’s dealt with once he returns.”
Morella speaks up before you have a chance to say anything. “Good! He was out of line.” It’s almost a miracle that she didn’t take matters into her own hands a moment before and even Anvindr seems to side with your feisty friend, murmuring his own opinion.
Stepping a bit closer, the prince turns his attention fully to the others in the party. “I was hoping I could borrow [Y/N] for the rest of the day?”
“Of course!” Morella approves immediately, grabbing Anvindr by his arm and dragging him along and ignoring the confused look on his face, “See you later! Have fun!”
“But -?” You abandon the idea of calling your friends back. You don’t really want to anyways, not now that Loki turns to you with a sly smile and offers an arm. “Hi,” you mumble instead, accepting the gesture.
“Hey.” You walk a moment side by side in silence but eventually he speaks up, “How are you?”
To an outsider it could seem innocent enough but you get the feeling that he’s trying to gauge how you’re dealing with the night’s activities...and how are you dealing with that? Squirming a bit, you try to formulate a sentence: “I...I feel...different but then also not? And apprehensive because...what now? What are we?”
“Hmm...I was going to ask you the same after I’d made sure that there were no regrets from your side.”
“No! No regrets! It was...it was good and...and...and...” you trail off, unable to properly express yourself. Unable to voice that you’re craving more.
It’s as though he can read your mind because Loki stops and turns you to face him. Towering over you, he leans down to plant a slow kiss that deepens when you open the mouth in a sigh. Strong hands hold you flush against him, fingers digging into flesh. It only lasts a brief moment but when you part, you’re both breathing heavily.
“I don’t know what the future will bring us,” Loki sighs with his forehead against your, his breath fanning warmly, “but I know what I want and that is to be with you.”
“What if...you said that my scent...what if...” your voice threatens to break.
Pulling back a bit, the god regards you. “It doesn’t work like that,” he assures, “you will see once the heat is over that my feelings will remain the same. That I love you.”
Satisfied with the answer for now, you take Loki’s arm and walk with him, exchanging stories about your pasts and your homes. Many of the things you both already know but at least you each can offer new perspectives.
Walking through the grounds and the palace proper, you make it to his abode where you take up seats on the balcony. Coranzen, Loki’s personal servant, serves a delicious, fizzy drink before retreating once more so you can get some privacy.
“[Y/N]...how long do we have together before you must leave?” Loki asks during a lull in the conversation about the distant regions of his realm.
You hesitate, unsure what to expect yourself. “It depends on Anvindr, I think. He begins work on a shield tomorrow. I suspect the other two want to go when that’s done.”
“So...days?”
“Probably, yeah.”
This time he’s the one to weigh his words carefully before: “I could come with you.”
“What? But...leave all of this behind?”
“If it meant knowing you’re safe or being at your side should you need help. Yes.”
You want it. Here or there, that doesn’t matter as long as you don’t have to part from him but you know it’s impossible. Setting the glass aside, you turn to him and take his hands. “I want that very much...” his face lights up until you continue, “but we can’t, Loki.”
It is clear in his eyes that he understands the reasoning even if you haven’t explained it. Rather than argue, he pulls you onto his lap and holds you in a tight embrace, rocking slightly as though his frustrations could roll off of him that way.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“Me too.” His lips are ghosting your neck, sending shivers through you. “But you’re speaking reason. I’m too...too blinded to see clearly.”
“I love you.”
The words slip past your lips of their own accord but you don’t wish to take them back. They make him tense up, holding you a smidgen tighter as he repeats them back in a barely audible whisper.
...
“You’re looking happy,” Morella comments cheekily by the time you have reunited with your friends the next morning.
Anvindr suddenly explaims a small “oh” which is rapidly accompanied by a deep purplish blush before groaning something incomprehensible but he still gets the message across because your shared friend grins shamelessly back before promptly ignoring him. She doesn’t gain anything by it, though, because you know how to keep silent.
...
Two days pass but they are not two days wasted and eventually you accept his offer that you might as well just stay in his quarters at the palace for the time being which Morella seems to be very happy about while Anvindr doesn’t comment on it...but that might just be because he’s preoccupied with the creation of his shield.
Every day, the tinkerer goes to the blacksmith and works hard. Sometimes Morella tags along, however mostly the group is rather divided though still content.
For you, however, every day the group draws closer to departing, your heart aches more. You have no doubt that you’ll be going with them but you’re also loath to part with Loki with whom you’re spending most of the time when he’s not attending to his duties.
...
Loki walks you to where you’re meeting up with your friends and the escorting ranger party. It’s a silent walk where the two of you hold hands as if that could prevent you from parting. You’ve spent all the words lauding each other and wishing for a different fate. Now all you have is the looming goodbye.
The moment the waiting group comes into view, Loki’s hand closes tighter around yours and you feel him hesitate.
“We can still change our minds...you could stay...” he says just for you to hear.
Rather than answering (because you don’t think you can get anything out of your tight throat) you squeeze his hand, rubbing the knuckles with your thumb. You both know that this is how it has to be for now.
And then you’re there and the group greets you and the prince as though nothing’s wrong. The captain of the company smiles broadly for a moment before he notices the joined hands and he sends his superior a questioning glance that goes by ignored for now.
“Let’s get going, we have a ways to cover,” the captain decrees and the dozen of people start moving.
Not you. You turn to your lover and embrace him, rocking slightly in his arms as he returns the gesture. You both nuzzle the faces into the crooks of the other’ neck, inhaling deeply in the hope of memorizing the scent of one another.
“I love you,” you manage to croak out.
“And I you...and you promise to stay safe...”
You both know that that might be a futile promise, but you nod nonetheless before kissing him deeply. Then you extricate yourself from the embrace and hurry after the others who are disappearing down the road, spurred on by a light pat to your butt.
You look back by the first bend and sees a lone figure standing there with the silhouette of Utgarde behind him.
When you catch up with the rest, everyone has the tact to remain quiet rather than question you about it. Only Morella reaches over and pats you on the shoulder.
AN: I told you there was more, also just to say something about my usage of gifs. I’m not trying to stick to one particular loki, so I might use gifs of various different Loki’s so at some point there might be just Thor 1 Loki or TDW Loki etc, I really do want to collect some good gifs of frost giant Loki, manips or otherwise.
Part 1: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187076366154/the-blue-throne
Part 2: This is it.
Part 3: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187150784424/the-blue-throne
Part 4: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187176977699/the-blue-throne
Part 5: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187200328659/the-blue-throne
Part 6: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187223804484/the-blue-throne
Part 7: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187247170939/the-blue-throne
Part 8: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187292588294/the-blue-throne
Part 9: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187317040404/the-blue-throne
Part 10: https://ladyfluff.tumblr.com/post/187336899689/the-blue-throne
‘‘So it’s marriage then?’‘
Loki groans and leans back against the throne, he quite enjoyed sitting on it now. His adviser had told him that his people were to bring their prised females to the palace so that he may take a quick gander. He was expected to mate with these creatures, Loki frowned. He shouldn’t call his own people that, they were women as well. Not simple creatures though the way males seem to handle them, they may as well be called creatures. He was so sure about having children, seeing as he had little interest in fatherhood. As of right now anyway, he could not deny the dream of creating the perfect heir. As expected of any king, he would eventually want it but this soon? He’s only been in rule for the past couple of days. He looks at Y/N who simply sat on the icy steps, tossing small pebbles down the stairs. Watching them bouncing across the floor.
‘‘I don’t know what marriage means but it sounds unpleasant-’‘
‘‘You don’t know what marriage is?’‘
‘‘I just said that I didn’t- Are you calling me stupid?’‘
‘‘No- No, I just- It’s odd, that you don’t know what that is...’‘
Y/N turns around on the steps, her head tilted to the side.
‘‘Why do you hesitate to pick your litter?’‘
Loki looks away from her, her furs did very little to cover her body. His eyes would travel down to her most intimate places but he would refuse to open them, he had learned a great deal about his kind through his adviser and especially through his friendship with Y/N. The giants that skulked around the palace, his guards included always seemed so apprehensive, aggressive towards her in particular. Other female giants could pass without much thought, was it simply due to her short stature? He found it to be very degrading, Y/N took care of a small tribe that lived small ways from the great temple. Her group was all runts, he admired that she’d go this far to protect them. He couldn’t imagine what it was like, having to fend off every giant that looked your way.
‘‘Love, I suppose...’‘
‘‘Love?’‘
Loki looked back to her, Y/N’s eyes wider than he’s ever seen them. Curiosity, she was so full of it. Loki was the only frost giant who’s lived in Asgard, learned from the humans and lived as one with them. It was the one thing that set him a part from the rest of his kind, the understanding of love. Here it has never seen the light of day, even their infants receive no love outside their mothers milk for their first days of life. Y/N pressed her blue palms against the icy floor, the way her skin glittered under the soft moon light. Like the snow that covered all of Jotunheim, another thing he’s noticed. He admired her markings, little swirls around her cheeks. The way they connect with her jaw, down her neck and all the way down to her thighs. He had never seen someone like her, Y/N got closer to him.
‘‘Love is many things.’‘
‘‘Is love like snow?’‘
‘‘It could be...’‘
Y/N smiled, looking back out towards the large entrance. Hugging her knees close to her chest, Loki’s nostrils flared as breathed in. That smell again, he smiled at her. The way her hair covered her back, spilling over the floor. Slowly reaching his hand out, his fingers itched to feel it’s softness. Y/N flinched the moment his palm settled on the top of her head, she looked back at him. Their eyes met, he smiled as he let his palm rest on her head. She didn’t seem to mind, seeing as she smiled back.
‘‘She’s a bit too tall for me...’‘
‘‘You can go Ylja, the king does not desire you...’‘
Loki started to sweat, he hadn’t meant it in that way. He truly didn’t mean any offence, in truth, all of them were a bit too tall for him. In order to properly have his way with them, he’d need to shift his form. He watched as Ylja skulked out of the throne room. Leaving the other seven female giants behind, Loki didn’t have to pick them today but he had to pick out the weeds as he’d like to put it. The women that wouldn’t make it to the harvest ceremony, not that Loki wanted any of them to begin with. He admired their muscles, fit for battles but they weren’t allowed to fight unless it was dire. If the king lacked armies, they’d collect their young instead of the mothers. One thing Loki wanted to change, this world was so cold. Devoid of anything human, there was no consideration or any sort of order to this place. The women went where they wanted and the men mated with whoever they wanted and when they wanted too. It was a bit too much for Loki, the thought of this sort of culture was thrilling but not something he was used to. He couldn’t imagine bending Y/N down into the snow, not even in passing thoughts. It made him feel nauseous, he didn’t want something like that but it would seem that he needed to, if he was to be their king anyway. How Jotunheim thrived for so many centuries was beyond him.
Y/N was strong and proud, she’s been the best companion. Loki found himself attracted to her, he didn’t know if it was the heart speaking or his Jotun body but there was something in the air around her that drove him up the walls. He saw her peeking into the throne room from outside, he smiled. Even she was curious to see him picking out the women, he hoped that it meant something. That Y/N wanted him to pick her, Loki’s adviser had mentioned that any female that gains his attention and is worthy of carrying his children will be brought great respect among their people. Y/N probably knew that this would be the case if he picked her, he wanted to know more about her. To go out and see her, the way she lives. Loki wanted to know everything about her, the way she feels, tastes.
‘‘Get them out of here- I’m not interested!’‘
Loki storms away towards the large doorway, Y/N’s scent grew stronger as he got closer. His heart started beating faster, he hears his adviser shouting for him but he didn’t care. He ran for the doors, eager to catch up with her. Loki could pick a plaything later, he had his sights elsewhere.
‘‘You watch over the temples?’‘
‘‘We watch over the young- Abandoned in the temples...’‘
‘‘Why abandon them there?’‘
Y/N hiked through the snow, sticking her spear into the ground to see how deep it goes. Loki was impressed, her survival skills were valuable. He acknowledged the gruff wall she puts up to protect herself, Jotunheim only gave it’s people two choices, thrive or face certain death. Loki stopped, squinting his eyes as the snow whipped in his face. He wasn’t much of a fan of the weather conditions but luckily he didn’t feel the cold, none of them did. Y/N stops in front of the entrance to one of the abandoned temples, the entrance almost fully collapsed. It was very evident that it wasn’t used for much anymore.
‘’Frost giants either abandon their runts or they eat them...’‘
Loki looked at her, Y/N’s voice faded out. She stared into temple, her chest heaved. Loki came up next to her, gently resting his hand on her shoulder. She looks at him for a moment before carrying on, climbing in through the gap that once was a mighty entrance to this particular temple. Loki could see light coming from within, someone was hunkering down here. She signalled him to follow her, Loki took in the sight of the temple. The great many carvings in the walls and the ice pillars. He couldn’t dare think what these were used for, he didn’t want to imagine the things Y/N has seen in her time here.
‘‘Þrer?!’’
She hissed into the darkness, startling Loki to snap out of his thoughts. He immediately caught up with her, she asks him to stand behind her.
A smaller giant comes out of hiding, this one seemed to be a lot older than him and Y/N collectively. The man stares at him, Loki took a step back. Y/N had told him that the group she took care of knew that their new king was like them, they had expressed their excitement to her which she then later relayed onto him.
‘‘You brought the king to the temples?’‘
‘‘He wanted to learn Þrer, give him the chance...’‘
Þrer sighs and nods, signalling the two of them to follow. Y/N looked back to Loki and smiled, holding her hand out to him.
‘‘Just a little further...’‘
Loki smiled, eagerly taking a hold of her hand. He felt something shoot up his spine, pleasant, something so relaxing. He lets her pull him along, completely lost in a daze as he focused on the feeling of her hands in his own. He liked holding her hand, the way her blue fingers slid against his palms. They turned the corner, behind a large pillar, a series of little huts made out of ice and tough hides. He knew that there were animals on Jotunheim but he didn’t want to know what sort of animal produced such large quantities of hide. He let go of Y/N’s hand as he saw a small crowd of smaller giants gathering around the large fire pit. There were children here, hiding behind the legs of other giants. His heart stung at the sight of them, most of the smaller giants whispered to one another while others ushered the children back into the huts.
‘‘He is one of us...’‘
Loki looked at Y/N, a big smile on her face as the little giants started getting closer. Soon enough he was surrounded by them, different sizes and shapes. Some smaller than others, men and women, children. His eyebrows knit together, he felt something in his chest. Fluttering away, like a moth against glass. All of these people, just like him. Small giants that were abandoned by their families, Y/N was looking after all of them.
‘‘You’re leading them all on your own?’‘
She nods, this environment was something else entirely. It was nothing like the world outside, in the palace. All of these red eyes looked the same, Loki couldn’t understand why it was so important to cast out the little people. Even the smallest of being can bring bout great changes.
‘‘Can this be considered love?’‘
‘‘Yes.’‘
Y/N nods and sets her spear down, the people all smiled and stuck out their hands. The children kept peeking out from their tents, if he was to do a count, Loki saw approximately 7 children and 34 adults. He chuckled and greeted them, he turned when he felt a small tug on the back of his new leathers. A small child, bigger than a toddler but still so small. They jumped back as soon as he turned around but then smiled rather sheepishly, Loki knelt down in front of them. He saw how thin she was, she stared at him. He held out his hand to her and she took it with a small smile.
‘‘What is your name?’‘
‘‘Ildis...’‘
‘‘It is nice to meet you Ildis...’‘
Y/N seemed to approve of this, so did all of the others. The excitement was running high, he had strong supporters here. Loki felt the need to help them, he had to turn Jotunheim around.
It's quarter after four in the morning.... I should be sleeping. BUT LOKI/READER FICLET ANYWAYS!
"Stay with me, just stay with me. You can do it." You hear a low voice whispering in your ear. You feel a weight on your chest, pressing in then lifting up. The touch is warm, hot enough to burn. Slowly you feel the uncomfortable temperature is replaced with a warm, natural touch.
Your eyes open to see the black, emerald and gold designs that you immediately place as Asgardian armor. You go to recoil, until you catch a glimpse of his hands. Blue, with soft, light designs. You look up into his glowing red eyes, and he becomes familiar, even in this form.
Loki has come to your rescue. You go to ask him what happened, but he beats you to it. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m surprised you survived the lightning attacks Thor conjured… Surprised but delighted." He kept his voice down so only you could hear him. You didn’t recognize the place as where you had fallen during the attack. This was the middle of the baron wastelands of Jotunheim.
"Why have I brought you here, that’s what you want to know, correct?" He asks. You nodded and he cracks the slightest of smiles. “You were badly injured. Not to worry, I patched you up enough to get you back home and safe. I wanted you away from the fighting. Thor does not even know of my absence."
He stands, helping you to your feet. You see the small start to the village in the distance. He turns away to head back to the battlefield. You shout out to stop him, asking him one last thing.
"Why save me?" You ask as he stops in his tracks. He doesn’t turn to you, but he acknowledges your question.
"You’ll understand someday." He says softly. And with that, he is gone in a flash of green light. You turn and head back to the village, unaware of who sits above you, keeping watch. His alabaster skin glows softly; his emerald eyes watching your every step. He waits until you are safe inside and taken care of. He only does so because of the one thing he held onto as a moral.
Because when Loki saves a Jotun woman, it isn’t out of anything but love.
