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A God Can Hold His Liquor - Part 36: The Oracle

Summary: You finally meet the ancient wise being who can provide insights into all of your unanswered questions on what’s happening to you. Only one question remains as you travel to her hidden, forbidden home – can you trust her?

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Words: 4,900

Warnings / Contains: Strong language, angst. Revelations. Loki cries approximately three times but who’s counting.

A/N: I listened to some crystal cave ambience while writing this. It’ll get you in the vibe (listen here).

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He held the paper in his hand, reading the letters you crafted in ink and a quill. The Midgardian pen had disappeared into the air as quickly as he conjured it after he discovered it was made of ‘that ghastly toxic material.’ Or as you called it, plastic.

Notes for The Oracle lady:

1. Am I immortal? Ask about life span shit. 2. Telepathy. Why can I hear everyone? Will there be more powers? What does it mean? 3. Jotun fucking. Cum or no?

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<<“I-” you try to speak. Loki takes your hands and presses them against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, and for some reason, it makes you want to cry. “I want so much.” you breathe. “And I’m- I’m so tired pretending I don’t.”

“I know.” Loki tells you, and you believe him. Loki is right here, under your hands, in your head. Everything is uncertain, but you feel heard. It’s such a good feeling, so foreign and desired. “I see it all, sweet girl. When you bite your tongue, when contempt flashes through your eyes. I see you contain your own wit, something so many are guilty of flaunting. You’re ravenous.” Loki meets your eyes. The breath seems to have been stolen out of your body. “In more ways than one. You’re ambitious. Powerful. You could bring us all to our knees, I think. But you wouldn’t.” Loki kisses your cheek. “It’s admirable. I know how much you want, love, I need you to understand that.” Loki pulls away, and hooks his finger under your chin so you are completely caught in his gaze. “But what do you want now? Right here, in this moment. What are you searching for?”

Your heart hammered against your chest, almost painfully. You wrap your arms around Loki’s shoulders, nestle your face in your neck. It’s reminiscent of the night in your room. Loki was so strong, so secure. You were certain you were safe if you were in his arms.

Loki looks positively alluring when you pull away. You grip part of the bench with your hand.

“I want to help you.” you say. Loki tuts.

“I’m not a charity case.” he tells you. You shake your head.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” you whisper, and Loki rubs your back.

“That’s true.” he responds. You close your eyes.

“I want to help you… Like you helped me.” you repeat. Loki smiles.

“Then go ahead. You don’t have to ask, though I find it amusing when you do.”

You won’t fall prey to teasing, especially not now that you’ve finally summoned the courage to do something. You bring your hand to the base of Loki’s chest. Slowly, you drag it down his sternum, stomach, all the way until you reach his pants, where your breath hitches.

He’s half hard already, you can see the outline of his cock forming. You brush your palm over it, then press down lightly.

Loki makes a pleased noise, somewhere between a hum and a moan. His eyes are closed, focused entirely on you and your touch.>>

-From Chapter Nine of She Shall Have on AO3

She Shall Have

a multi-chapter fic

Summary: No one on Asgard, save for Thor and Odin, had the power to wield the mighty Mjolnir. That is, until you did in your tenth year. Ever since, you have been betrothed to Thor. Now that you’re finally old enough to marry and find love, you slowly realize it isn’t Thor you’re drawn to.

Everyone was so much taller than you.

Running in circles, trying to get away from the havoc in the marketplace, but still trying to watch their fearless prince. They knocked you down, in a place that put the scene unfolding right in your line of vision. The fallen prince, disoriented and out of breath.

The feeling of needing to help overwhelmed you when you saw Thor alone in the middle of the crowd, hammer lost, with the army of four frost giants advancing.

Mjolnir glinted in the corner of your eye. Without thinking, acting solely on instinct, you grabbed it and rushed forward to shove it into Thor’s grip.

The look in his eyes was unlike any you had ever seen before, and ever seen since.

You awoke in a cold sweat, as you always did when the memory greeted you in your sleep.

It was getting better, though- Despite how the memory was resurfacing, you weren’t as drenched as you had been earlier in the month.

Sighing, you looked out the window to see it was almost dawn. No use in trying to get anymore sleep- You walked into your bathroom and began to fill the tub with lukewarm water. You had barely even stepped in when your maid entered your chambers.

“Good morning, Lady Y/N.” she smiled, greeting you. Hardly, you wanted to respond, but you didn’t. Your ten years in the palace had taught you to hold your tongue. You gave her a small smile.

“Morning, Alva.” you responded. You saw her eyebrows knit.

“Not again.” she murmured. You nodded. She tutted, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, I don’t see why that day stresses you out so much. It’s because of those few moments you came to live in the palace.” Alva’s voice took a more playful tone. “...And led to your betrothal of the prince.”

“The prince.” you repeated. You turned to look at Alva, who had begun to brush your hair. “There are two, you know.” Alva gave you a tight smile.

“Of course!” she said. “I suppose I mean... The next king. Making you the queen.” she grew slightly quieter. “We in the palace never forget about Prince Loki. I’m surprised you don’t, though. You don’t see much of him.”

“I don’t see much of either.” you admit.

“Hmm.” Alva hands you a drying towel. “Well, Thor has his duties. But fear not, my Lady. Especially with your most recent birthday, you are in his thoughts for sure.”

As you walk to the dining hall for breakfast, you can’t help but dwell on the fact that her reassurance does exactly the opposite.

Despite your birthday, and the impending promise of a wedding that came with it, there were certain things you more than appreciated about being older.

Mainly, your etiquette lessons were over. Gone were the days of learning how to stand, smile, eat, drink, speak. One would think that being worthy of Mjolnir meant you wouldn’t need schooling on being polite. Apparently, one was wrong.

With your lessons finished, you were now free to do anything you desired until the wedding. And that was nine months away. For now, you had all the time in the world to peruse the palace, ride the horses, visit the marketplace-

And read.

The best part about the palace was undoubtedly the library. It was filled to the ceiling with books, new and old, on every single subject.

You had discovered the library and the freedom that came with it when you were fourteen, four years after moving into the palace. It quickly became the place you spent the majority of your free time.

At some point during all your reading, stacks of three or four books began appearing in the small sitting area tucked under a staircase you had found. You still didn’t know who put them there, but they appeared every month or so, and you always looked forward to it.

You found them today in their normal spot. You counted three books, two about the history of Asgard’s battles and one a collection of short stories about princesses.

You thumbed over the book of short stories, finding a page bookmarked. It was a story about a girl who come to the royal family similar to you: while she had been picked out of the crowd for her beauty, the manner of the situation rang true to yours. You settled into the cushions of your secret spot and began to read, allowing yourself to be lost in the world similar and yet inherently different than yours.

You were thrilled as this princess snuck out of her room every night, meeting a servant boy in the stables. She loved him, but struggled with her duty to the prince.

Before you could finish the story, you realized you were late to your meeting with Frigga. You glance down at your book.

You knew fully well Frigga would understand if you were late. Her talks with you were always light-hearted, as opposed to the ones with Odin, who endlessly picked at your character in an attempt to figure out how you were worthy of his son’s power.

But you weren’t one to take advantage of someone’s loving nature like that. You stood up, aiming to drop the book off in your chambers, but quickly realizing there wasn’t time. You would have to bring all three with you to your biweekly visit.

As you made your way towards the balcony where you and Frigga always met, you couldn’t help but wish as though you were more like the princess in your book. You didn’t even wish for a romantic connection- not that you would mind that. But you longed for a reason to sneak around, longed for a bond. You were so lonely.

You had thought that maybe whoever was leaving you the books could be someone to talk to, laugh with. But it was six years later, and no one had come forward. It was probably just the librarian, or keeper of records.

You tilted your head in confusion when you found the balcony empty. Distantly, you heard Frigga’s voice, and turned to follow it.

You found the queen in a small, somewhat secluded hallway. She was walking away from the single door, and greeted you with a smile.

“Hello Y/N.” you couldn’t help but smile back at the nurturing woman. She opened her arms, and you allowed yourself a brief hug. “How have you been?” she lowered her voice. “I’ve heard you’ve been having trouble sleeping.” your heart drops at the idea of Frigga worrying over you.

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.” you stop in the hallway and look her in the eye, reassuring her.

“Alright.” she nods “I believe you.”

You smile once more, and are about to say something when-

“Pardon me.” you feel a hand on the small of your back, and another on the side of your waist. “I’m sorry.” Loki says. He eyes meets yours for just a moment as he shifts you so he can slip past you in the narrow hall. “I didn’t realize quite how close you two were to my door. I can be a tad fast.” there’s a glint in his eyes, which stays as he looks down once he’s let you go. “Is that a good book, Lady Y/N?”

For a moment, you can’t speak. The places where Loki set his hands on you are warm, like he’s still holding you.

“Yes.” you finally manage. “it’s... about palace life.”

“Something not many can relate to.” Loki lets out a small laugh. “You’ll have to lend it to me when you’ve finished. Perhaps we could discuss it.”

“I... Of course.” you say.

“Two readers.” Frigga says, reminding you of her presence. “This castle will never be in need of advisors, that’s for sure.”

“Indeed.” Loki agrees with her. “Mother, if you’ll excuse me, I really must be going. I wouldn’t want to keep Thor and the Warriors Three waiting any longer.” before Loki turn around, he catches your eye on more time with a smile. “Always a pleasure, Lady Y/N.”

That night, for the first time in years, the second part of your memory returns.

You remember the fear you felt after giving Thor his hammer- How small and insignificant you were compared to the beings around you.

You remember someone, not entirely much older than you, sweeping you away from the battle to the edge of the crowd. Cradling your head against his chest, his body acting as a shield to all happening around you.

The raven hair, being the only thing your eyes could recognize.

Loki.

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She Shall Have

A multi-chapter fic- Chapter Three

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“You look different.” had been the first thing Loki said to you.

It wasn’t an explanation for why he had spoken up in the throne room. It wasn’t a question of whether or not you knew how to ride a horse far enough to the practice grounds. It wasn’t an insult, and certainly not a compliment.

Loki’s words were simply an observation- one that showed he noticed you, or at least how you looked, enough.

Just enough.

He was right, of course (all these years you had lived in the palace, you still had yet to see Loki be wrong). (Though perhaps it was because he rarely spoke?) .(Or because he only spoke when he was sure of what he was saying?).

It didn’t matter. He was right, you did look different, particularly to someone who didn’t see you often: Your face had been scrubbed of the reds Alva routinely adorned your cheeks and lips with, your eyes weren’t drawn to look bigger, your hair lay in a floppy bun you had done yourself instead of an elaborate crown of braids. The most startling, though, was most likely your attire. Gone were the dresses with too many ribbons and too much lace; instead, you wore a shirt cinched at the waist with loose, long sleeves, and black pants to go with it.

You had felt comfortable in this when you had set out for the stables after breakfast. Alva, of course, gave you a look that spoke its disapproval for itself, but she always did of late. You were in your element. This was how it had been before the princes and the hammers and the palace. This was who you were, not a princess, but a commoner with a flair for adventure.

But now, standing in front of Loki, you began to feel exposed. As if you weren’t enough like him to earn his attention. As if...

As if you weren’t beautiful enough too.

You blink a few times, remembering the prince most likely wanted a response.

“Yes.” you agree. “This is what I wore when I learned how use knives, and ride horses...” you hoisted yourself up onto the saddle. Loki appeared suddenly next to you instead of his own horse.

“Careful.” he said, a smile in his voice but not quite yet his face. You wobbled a bit, and felt Loki’s fingertips touch your knee ever so slightly as he steadied you. He met your eyes with a soft gaze, holding it.

“Anyway.” you said, prompting him to return to his steed. “This is y/n, the warrior, not y/n, the princess.”

“Have you ever considered you could be both?” Loki rides up next to you, his foot almost touching your own.

“What?” you ask, bewildered.

“I said, haven’t you ever considered you could be both?” he continues staring at you.

“I...” you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I haven’t really, no.” Loki clicks his tongue.

“That’s a shame.” Loki urges his horse forward, turning over his shoulder to yell, “If anyone can be it’s you!”

“What do you know about archery?” Loki asks as soon as the horses have been situated under a tree. You look out across the vast field, taking note of how no one was around for miles.

No one except Loki, that was.

“Nothing.” you admit. “Just that it takes more strength than people usually think.”

“...And more concentration.” Loki nods. “Well, you already know more than most.” he drops the pouch of arrows, coming close behind you and pointing at a target over your shoulder. “This will be your target. This will be your bow.” he hands you a beautifully carved bow, then steps aside. “First, draw one arm up to your...”

And so went the next two hours. Constant trying to hit a target that seemed to be moving further and further away. You had spent the first half hour alone trying to get the arrow to stay against the bow.

“This is hopeless.” you finally say, the bright sun and feeling of defeat finally getting to you. “I think we should go. It’s been long enough; especially for a first lesson.”

“Please.” Loki raises an eyebrow. “Did it only take you a couple hours to master the knives?”

“Maybe I had a better teacher.” you say without thinking. You regret your words instantly, bringing a cramped hand up to cover your mouth.

Loki laughs, uncrossing his arms and stepping in close.

“You have spirit, sweet girl.” the sudden nickname makes your stomach drop, your mouth so dry you aren’t sure what to say. “It’s nice to know the family hasn’t beaten it out of you.”

Loki brings a hand to your shoulder, pressing it down before his hand glides across your bicep.

“Relax.” he murmurs, his breath on your neck. “You’re much too high strung... let your arm be looser... look at your target.”

You can practically feel the air leave your body when Loki lays his other palm on your stomach, meeting your eyes and letting his hand lay flat.

“Breathe.” he tells you. You don’t say anything, you don’t move one bit. You just stare back into Loki’s eyes, completely unaware of what you should do. His touch feels like ice and fire all at once, your mind running to Loki’s thumb, closest to your breasts, and his little finger, closest to your.. “I said breathe.” he repeats. He was smirking.

You feel your cheeks redden, and let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“There you go.” Loki nods. “Now release.”

Eyes on Loki, you allow the string of the bow to leave your fingers. Had Loki not said anything, you would have forgotten to check and see if you were successful.

“Good job.” Loki sounds sincere. “I’ve never seen anyone hit the target on their first day.” Loki’s eyebrow is ever so quipped as he speaks to you.

“Thank you.” you manage. “That... felt good.”

“I’m glad.” Loki glances at the sun. “It’s getting to be time to head back. I’ll gather the tools if you ready the horses.”

After that, Loki doesn’t say or look at you for the rest of the ride. He doesn’t acknowledge you at dinner, except to inform Odin that you were “a fast learner” and an “ideal pupil”. He skips the reading session you’ve come to expect in the library.

You fall asleep when your head hits the pillow. Alva comments that a day out in the sun would do this to you, but you know this is going to be the type of tired sleep can’t fix.

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