Best Laid Plans of Gods & Shield Maidens
Masterlist
Loki Laufeyson Masterlist
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X Plus Size Reader OFC
Warnings: Smut, self-loathing, bullies
Summary: After years of chasing after the reader, Loki finally gets his chance to show her how he truly feels. Though it takes a masquerade for the reader to understand just how much he has longed after her and only her when he could have anyone in the 9 realms.
Request: @lovesmesomehiddles: Can you do a plus size reader x Loki (set in Asgard) where he is head over heels in love with reader, but she doesn’t understand why when he could have his pick of any woman and in order to show her how he feels about her and it leads to smut?
A/N: Look it! I got a request! I believe I would call this an AU where Thor did take the throne and Loki has become his advisor. Frigga, Odin and the readers mother have all passed.
Words: +4,700
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Y/N was young for an Aesir, one Loki had found himself following with fleeting glances the more she grew into a woman. The girl had wonderful magical talent, one even his mother took into account, taking the young girl under her wing to teach, meaning Loki got to know her well, and that was more than he could have hoped for.
Her mother was an event planner of sorts for Frigga, and inevitably Loki knew it meant the young woman would follow in her mother’s footsteps, seeing as they knew little of who her father was. Rough and tumble for even an Aesir woman, Loki found it a trait he couldn’t dismiss, especially when she put Thor on his ass more times than any could count.
Loki considered her his shield maiden. There had been numerous times the moment she came of age the dark prince invited her to attend the extravagant balls and feasts her mother helped put together. Each time she declined only to hide in the chamber on the opposite side of the palace she and her mother occupied.
It wasn't her mother preventing her from attending, he truly didn’t understand it until he happened to overhear a conversation between several other attendees. It was very hurtful and had he not been specifically ordered to behave or face the whip; Loki would have removed their tongues himself.
It seemed his shield maiden, though appearing confident was very shy, a bit of an outcast such as himself due to her shyness and being favored by the royal family. The jealousy that came from the others made his hair stand on end, having left the festivities that night to wait out the ball with Y/N, practicing seidr.
This did and did not make since all the same. Frigga doted on the girl, more so than he or Thor who were more than accomplished warriors, centuries old while she was a few decades.
Was this the talk his shield maiden endured when the two of them weren’t walking the gardens? Was this why he found her in her mother's chambers when she wasn’t with him and he made an excuse to deliver things that any servants could have?
Short of confessing to her in the open, which Loki swore he had done numerous times and even spoken to her mother on the subject; it still appeared she lacked the confidence to allow him to court her.
Yes, he could force her to do so, but that wasn't the way he wanted. It was a crude way of thinking, one that would do more than ruin the beautiful, confident woman she had become. The very one he was watching direct the servants in how this feast was to be prepared, and the room decorated.
Stopping at her side, Loki knew she sensed him there. Skillfully she directed a servant while holding out a hand for him to place whatever he had brought her this time.
Y/N was no fool, she could sense his care for her, but she didn't understand why he picked her over the others. Thick frame covered in the garb of a man because she despised dresses. A cool hand wrapping hers made her jolt and spin on the god as he tugged the calloused hand to place a kiss over the knuckles.
Letting out a quiet yelp, she met Loki’s gaze. "My prince," she breathed, knowing formalities were in order as they were in public.
"Loki, always Loki to you love," he whispered across the soft flesh, allowing her the hand back, stepping closer to watch the servants hang gold, ebony, evergreen, and burgundy tapestries from the ceiling. It seemed Thor wanted a masquerade for the arrival of the royalty of Alfheim.
Clearing her throat she tried to push it to the side. "Did Thor tell you his plans for this one," she hummed looking to Loki who still watched her close, her cheeks beginning to warm.
"Aye, it appears his majesty has come up with something crafty, though I have a feeling his wife may have her hand in it as well," Loki chuckled. "It's very elaborate if I do say so myself."
"It is," she smiled back at the god before looking away.
The idea behind the masquerade was each man or woman, would be assigned an animal with their invitation. That in turn meant their lover, or whomever they chose to attend with them were to be gifted a similar mask along with matching clothing. Honestly it sounded like a match maker scheme since most of the invitations she had sent out personally were mostly single men, and women.
"Have you received a parcel yet," Loki asked, of course she hadn't, it was still locked safely in his chambers. The god gave a sly smile, noting her slight look of shock that she would receive anything.
"Me? No, of course not," she laughed, it had been a thing she had put out of her mind.
"Don't sale yourself short love, it would be an honor for anyone who chose you as their guest, you are a very wonderful creature," Loki spoke knowingly, placing his hands behind his back to watch the decorating along with her.
"Hmm. Someone desperate then," she hushed under her breath, watching the servants closely, but felt a chill as Loki took in a sharp breath; a thing he normally done when he was about to let someone have a piece of his mind.
"I will not endure you speaking of yourself in such a way," Loki snapped, not meaning it as he did, but now that he was in a position to assure no one spoke ill of her, he felt she shouldn’t take up the mantle herself.
Turning slightly, she eyed Loki close, what was said under her breath wasn’t meant for him to hear but it made her fluster and feel the need to take up for herself.
"Then tell me why you," she began calmly but with authority, taking Loki off guard, "the crowned prince of Asgard, and royal council to the Alfather Thor have an interest in a subject such as myself when you have numerous others who would be better suited to serve you as a lover? I'm nothing but an arranger for the courts elaborate festivities, I would bring no honor to yourself or the crown."
Taken aback, Loki was silenced for the first time in a long time. Damn tradition damn the powers that be for deeming how royalty and non-royals were to interact.
"You think I care for honor," Loki began calmly, kindly actually, as he moved with her the instant she began to step away as if heading towards the kitchens. "As long as you have known me, you know factually that in no way would I do anything to hurt or to degrade you. I care too much for the woman you have become. Tradition, fate, all be damned. As long as you are by my side, none of that matters to me."
That was a bit of a shock, making her pause in the corridor, both moving out of the way as others passed busy with work. Stepping into the columns with Loki, still not sure how to approach the subject of the god forsaking fate and tradition for her.
"You can’t forsake all for me. I'm-," she began not backing down as he tugged her out of the way of a cart and into his body.
"Anyone worth their salt would know what a pleasure it would be for you to be by their side for the rest of their lives,” Loki admitted, wrapping an arm carefully around her torso to pull flush. “You forget; I myself am nothing more than a bastard child spawned by giants with no claim, no reason to be kept here or given the position I am."
Keeping Loki’s gaze, hands clenching at her side, wanting so badly to touch him as her chest ached. She desired to wrap her arms around him, hug him close and not let go but all her brain could do was cobble words together in a weak excuse to push way and hurry towards the kitchens.
Stepping out of shadow, Loki looked after his maiden as she hurried down the corridor. Quickly he spun on his heel, needing to assure her gift was ready to be sent, she should receive it and several others when reaching her chambers for the night. She would know who it was from obviously; as if the present confession wasn’t a giveaway.
Stepping into her outer chambers, Y/N was relieved Loki had left her alone for the rest of the evening. Moving into the bedroom, using seidr to call for light only to freeze at the sight of an elegantly wrapped parcel on her bed.
Approaching it slowly, she treated it as if it was a poisonous animal and stared at it for Norn’s knew how long before finally tugging the leather string. Smoothly the soft outer fabric fell away to reveal a beautifully crafted dress that didn’t appear too flamboyant and a wolf mask laying atop it all.
Only one man, god, was to wear the wolf mask, same was with Thor who was the only to wear a golden eagle mask along with Jane. A note tucked under the mask caught her eye and carefully she tugged it out.
‘Please,’ was all the note stated as she carefully took the mask in her hands to run fingers over the midnight black fur, buttery soft and glittering like stars in the night sky. Teeth made of moonstone glittered as she looked down to note the jewelry that was to go with the set up.
The only jewelry she owned was that of her mother and what pieces Frigga had gifted her. Using sider she lifted the garments and other things as she called forth a form her size to appear at the edge of her bed, everything laying on it as it would her.
The neckline was low but still kept an elegant since of decency but as she circled to the back, oh gods it was very revealing. It was open back, gold chains holding it closed with emerald accents and appearing it stopped at the small of her back.
Taking a deep breath she moved to the front once more, eyeing the elegant jewelry and mask. The dress, though a glittering black twinkled with green highlights and beautiful light golden knot work appearing to be inlaid with seidr. Knowing Loki it was.
Looking over the necklace, running wolves carved from emerald encircled the entire neck with matching earrings, but the wolves there were woven into a knot like circle.
Taking a deep breath she honestly couldn’t think about this. She needed a bath and rest. Leaving the dress on the form, she stepped into a candle lit bath, one already drawn in the marble tub with steam rising from it and the edge lined with expensive oils and soaps.
The sparkle of a note caught her eye on a chair near the tub, the one she placed her robe and night clothes on. Taking a deep breath to step towards the chair and immediately note this wasn’t her old clothing; these were new, elegant, soft things. Feeling the fabric as she took the note to look over the beautifully scrawled writing.
Simply stated it read; ‘Consider it love.’
The next morning she didn’t take a second look at the dress until that evening when retreating to her rooms.
Time grew near, visitors arrived, and Y/N found herself, reluctantly readying for the masquerade. Looking at the dress, the thought sprang to mind there was no way she could do this. Having not gotten the chance to speak with Loki all day, let alone the few glances she was able to catch from him did little to calm wracked nerves.
The princess of Alfheim appeared to hem Loki up every chance she had gotten, and every time Loki did manage to get close to Y/N he was drug away. There was no doubt in her mind the princess was getting on his nerves, knowing Loki despised the attention the elven princess was giving.
“It’s easy love-,” came the calmness of Loki, lithe fingers running over her clothed forearms and making her jump slightly but continued to glare the at the dress. “Put on the dress and join me in the dining hall, I assured they served your favorites as well.”
“You’re supposed to be entertaining delegates,” she spoke looking back to note this was a well-placed illusion.
“I am. Regardless; you should come to the masquerade love. Please,” he spoke quietly giving her arms a reassuring squeeze before he was gone.
Trying to calm her nerves, she looked at the mask on the mannequin, no one would notice her. It was simple, put the garb on, go appease the dark prince and never speak of this again.
“Where is your shield maiden brother,” Thor asked Loki silently as they sat at the head table, the chair Loki’s guest was to sit in empty.
The two were in their garb, Loki the wolf and Thor the eagle, except for Thor had his matching counterpart next to him. Jane smiling under her own mask every time Thor moved to place a hand on her thigh.
“She’s coming,” Loki spoke up looking to the entrance.
“She’s a very shy creature, but she is more than worthy wouldn’t you agree,” Thor spoke. The two looking up as the visiting elven Kings daughter, Jastera, dressed in an elegant white peacock mask and matching gown, stepped to the table eyeing Loki like prey but they all knew that was the wrong move.
“Would your highness care to join me at my father’s table? I would enjoy your company,” Jastera began eyeing Loki seductively.
By the Norns, not this. Preparing to decline the request, the princess having hung on him all day, Loki wasn’t sure he could take much more of the put-on preening to his character.
There was as an announcement of one entering, the god looking from the princess to the door where one of the guard escorted his shield maiden to the table. The wolf mask she wore matching his only it was slenderer than his own.
“Excuse me,” Loki spoke quickly, getting to his feet to escort his guest to the chair next to him, the princess in the white peacock mask remaining, albeit begrudgingly.
Stoically, the princess eyed Y/N as Loki helped her to seat before taking his own. “I am the crowned princess Jastera of Alfheim, realm of the light elves," the white-haired woman spoke, eyeing the gods guest closely through her mask.
Norns, this elf couldn't be serious. Having taken the seat Loki had showed her, she was relieved when the god sat brusquely next to her, clearing his throat to lay a hand gently on her glittering knee.
Calling her name, Loki began to list her title as such, "royal shield maiden and seidr master to Frigga Freyadottir, my personal confidant and member of the royal family," Loki finished quickly and stoically, eyeing the other through his own wolf mask.
"Forgive me, I meant no ill will to a student of Frigga herself," Jastera was quick to remedy.
"Be sure to remember that, I will not have my shield maiden insulted," Loki spoke sternly receiving a look from Thor but it appeared the king shared in the sentiment.
Once Jastera left in a hurry, Loki turned to his guest, taking her hand to bring to his lips as he had the day before kissing the lightly scented flesh. "A dance love," he echoed, meeting her gaze, watching a blush creep over her chest to under the mask.
"Yes," she choked out as Loki carefully tugged her to nervous feet and out to the center of the room with Thor and Jane.
Taking their places, the music had begun as Loki tugged her close and kept all focus on her as they moved about the floor. "Your beautiful love, it suits you," he spoke, carefully guiding her over the floor.
She was clumsy by nature and couldn’t fathom why she wasn't tripping over their feet but the slight twinkle in Loki’s eye told her he may have something to do with it. "You're a wolfish creature Loki," she whispered with a smile, knowing he knew what she spoke of.
"Yes love, but it would appear I am your wolfish creature," he hummed, carefully guiding her to the music.
"Hmm, appears so," she hummed, for once enjoying the revelry instead of being locked in her chambers.
As the night wore on, guests began to retire, leaving the rowdy crowd that had drank too much. Thankfully she drank very little, turning to Loki as he guided her around the room on his arm proudly, to speak to him of turning in for the night.
"I have another surprise for you," the god purred, the two still downing the masks. Gracefully Loki led her out of the banquet hall and through the dark, quiet corridors to his own chambers.
"My chambers are that way," she smiled, but he only shook his head and hinted to his own.
"I believe you will like what I have planned. Neither of us got to partake of the feast," Loki admitted, guiding her through his outer chambers. Steeping into his bedroom, past the darkened bed to a well-lit balcony that held a small table with food waiting for them.
"I'm flattered Loki, but this dress doesn't feel as if it will allow-," she began, taking masks and clothes in a whisper of seidr. In moments she was covered in his robe, a light shift underneath while clothing himself in lose lounge clothes.
"Better love," he asked, taking a seat and tugging her across his lap unexpectedly.
"Loki," she yelped, careful of placing her entire weight on him but he was quick to scold her gently to think she could hurt him. Gingerly she settled into him for seidr to pull the table close.
"Allow me love," he hummed, reaching for a meat pastry to lift to her lips.
"I'm a pet now," she questioned, Loki smirking at her boldness, but still taking a bite.
"More than that. Do me the honor of allowing me to court you," he spoke, sitting the pastry down and turning her to face him slightly.
"I would advise against it, but I believe you have been courting me since the day I turned sixteen; if we are honest on the matter," she admitted, smiling as he cupped her cheek gently, thumb brushing the crumbs and oil from her lip.
"It appears so love. It was then I spoke with your mother; she did give her blessing," he hummed, looking her over with a growing smile.
"I know. She and I spoke of it often, so did Frigga and my mother before they both passed-," she admitted, swallowing the lump at the thoughts of their mother's death but calmed in seconds.
"I know love. They would both be very proud of you," he smiled as she relaxed into him, the food forgotten. Sliding to the seat, her legs in his lap, Loki leaned close, pressing his lips to hers, tasting the faint remnants of the pastry and the mead both had partaken of.
Carefully her hand laced into his hair, the gods freehand tugging at the string on her robe, pausing as it feel open to pull away and meet her gaze. "Is this what you want," Loki asked quietly, watching her suck her bottom lip between her teeth, the image making his manhood twitch.
"Yes. I have denied us long enough; that is if you will have me," she smiled, knowing what his answer was, emerald orbs sparkling with the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, my shield maiden, a thousand times yes," he whispered, gathering the thick framed woman into his arms to hastily carry towards the bed.
The room now lit by a low light to illuminate the massive bed surrounded in candles. The mattress was covered in lush blankets and furs, the god holding her close to shuffle across them on his knees to the center. Gently settling back on his heels, Loki moved the woman to straddle his hips, an arm under plump buttocks and the other around her torso, drinking in the open robe.
"I don't want to take you like a beast love. I want to enjoy us," he whispered, carefully laying her back for the robe to fall away in a wisp of seidr, leaving her in the thin shift.
The same seidr that took the robe took his shirt, only leaving his pants which did little to hide his excitement at having her in his bed. Closely Loki watched her every move, running his hands along smooth, plump thighs to gently ruck the shift slightly above clothed core.
Only continuing at her nod, this time Loki didn’t stop until the light fabric was tugged over her head and instinctually her hands went to cover bare breast.
Bowing over his shield maiden, Loki spoke across her lips, "I want to see all of you lover, please,” he hushed, lips pressing to hers greedily. In moments it broke for Loki to pepper kisses along trembling jaw, to soft throat, nipping the pebbled flesh.
With a breathy moan, her arms unraveled, hands reaching to Loki, placing one on his neck, for the other to caress the taught flesh of his side. More kisses peppered down plump body, over fleshy belly for calloused fingers to loop into sheer panties, tugging at them for her to lift plump hips for them to be discarded.
Another kiss, this time to the top of ready slit, making her gasp out. Never had she thought it would come to this, the god, the very dark prince between her legs, kissing the most intimates parts of her. Releasing him to prop on her elbows to watch, tugging bottom lip between her teeth as Loki didn't hesitate to kiss over delicate nub before suckling at it.
“Norns,” she all but screamed out, trying to keep herself propped with one hand while the other reached to lace in his hair, scratching the scalp. Never had she had this attention, a lap and suckle making her moan out and buck involuntary, whimpering for more.
Letting out a chuckle Loki paused to look at her ecstasy clouded face. "Found your sweet spot have I,” he hummed, making aching core clench around nothing. Drinking in the panting wreck she had become, a blush creeped up her pebbled chest and neck. “Relax and allow me to attend to my princess.”
Delving between delicate folds, Loki prodded at wet core with his tongue before sweeping back up to attend to delicate bundle of nerves. The overwhelming pleasure had her falling back to the mattress, the hand in his hair tugging slightly to earn a gasp as Loki pressed first one, then another digit into wet center while lapping over delicate nerve.
He gave another chuckle at her desperate whimpers and quiet prayers muttered to him. Fingers curled beautifully to caress the perfect spot inside her while keeping attention on needy nerve. She tasted more delicious than he could have ever imagined, and in moments he felt her clench around his fingers before she cried out her release.
It had only taken moments for Loki to bring her first orgasm crashing down on her, thighs shaking as fingers wrapped in his hair and the others in the furs. Even better than the ones she had given herself, shivering at the loss of his digits but relishing in how tenderly Loki kissed over shivering flesh to her lips. The taste of herself on his made her shiver harder and crave him more.
The feel of the god situating between splayed legs, deepening the kiss for a moment while free, erect manhood prodded between wet folds had her grinding down on him, begging. "Please,” she whimpered, not having to beg long before Loki sank painfully slow into tight core.
Loki had to pause, hovering over her, anchoring next to her head with one hand while the other caressed along her jaw. "Norns lover," he breathed, careful he wasn’t hurting her, it left Loki curious to if he was her first.
Reaching up a shaky hand to place to the nape of his neck, Loki was taking time pressing into her, his care a turn on in itself. Slowly she moved her hips, Loki teasing as he would pull away only to sink deeper with each pass; it may have been mere centimeters each time, but it felt more than that.
Carefully her free hand drifted along the arm anchored next to her, feeling muscles twitch. She had toys, but none like him, Norn’s none like he! Loki was a god, all god, pushing the breath out of her lungs as he fully sheathed himself inside of tight core.
The burn and stretch overwhelming as he stilled, bowing to kiss over her flush chest. Letting out whimpering pleas for him to move, Loki did so, ecstasy flooding her body as he rocked his hips against hers.
Lips kissed along her jaw as thrust deepened, becoming desperate as she felt him swell within her, lips falling to hers and calloused hand slipping to her nape of her neck. The god grunted down her throat, tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with hers and swallow the whimper the hard thrust caused.
The air around then filled with sounds of flesh and desperate pants as Loki refused to allow her lips from his. He had waited so long for her, to feel her like this, to worship her, he didn’t want to release her just yet. Feeling lightheaded, he barely broke it, the two of them taking in gasping breath as he thrust harder, making her cry out.
Quietly, passionately, Loki whispered prayers to her across swollen lips, her tongue darting out to soothe the tender flesh as he thrust deeper into her. Desperately Loki begged her to cum, felt her clench around his girth while using seidr to dance over delicate nerve to give the final push as he spilled deep inside her.
All she was allowed was a muffled whimper the moment they feel from the edge, the hand on the nape of his neck and wrapped around his bicep clawed as her sight blacked for an instant. Panting, she drank in his praises, feeling his sweaty forehead laying between her neck and shoulder, lips pressing to the pebbled flesh there.
Keeping his weight off of her, Loki carefully slid spent man hood free, arousal coating the sheets as he remained over her. “My princess," he hummed, rolling them to their sides, her body going limp as he brushed fuzzed hair out of her eyes.
Giving Loki a lopsided smile, she relished in the feel of him caring for her, the hand brushing once elegantly styled hair away gliding along plump side to tug her thigh over his hip. "My prince," she panted tiredly, leaning close and enjoying the chaste kiss he gave.
“Stay here love, in my bed, share my chambers,” he spoke gently, hand on her thigh rubbing the soft flesh, causing it to pebble at the raw emotion he was showing.
“For how long,” she hummed, pulling closer, the tickle of the furs making her shutter but in a good way.
“Till the end of time, if I may use such a worn-out phrase,” he smirked, showing the young god who had attempted to court her all those years ago.
“Hmm, why not,” she hummed, leaning in for a kiss and getting more than she bargained for.
Wrapping a hand around the nape of her neck once more, Loki pressed her back into the mattress, the kiss needy and full of passion. Finally breaking it to allow her to breath, noting her drunken look.
“So loving, you truly have desired me after all this time,” she stated, moving closer while Loki slipped a thick fur over them.
“You will never know just how much lover,” he hummed, pulling close to pepper her with kisses and settle in for a few moments before carrying her to the baths.
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