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?
Loki chuckled to himself. “You really are quite the jester, love.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling your head into the soft green fabric of his back. “Guess you didn’t see the back, then.”
He turned over the paper.
Also: 1. Loki’s soul when I die. Will he be okay?
He remained quiet. When you felt him trembling, you coaxed him to turn around. You held him until his shaking ceased.
***
A full week had passed since you arrived at the cottage. And if holidays involved fucking, sleeping and eating, you were having the perfect break. You made use of the relaxed pace and the distance from the palace, spending time sharing your innermost fears, hopes and dreams.
“There’s something you should know, darling. About Odin.” He picked up tufts of your hair as you lay on his chest in post-coital bliss. “He, umm… he had a mortal lover. Mother told me it’s the reason why he sleeps so deeply now. It damaged his soul.”
It opened up the floodgates. As the sun set in the forest around you and the dusk birdstone enveloped you, you told one another everything. You learned about Thor’s concerns about The Trifecta, and all he shared with Loki after the probably-not-an-orgy after party. He told you about his meeting with Odin the day after the banquet, and all his mother shared with him. He mentioned Caleb, the chocolate box prince, and assured you his ex-fiancé would never be seen again. You confided in Loki and shared every word Frigga uttered in the palace gardens, as well as everything Odin had mused on before he fell into the Odin Sleep.
“I’m so glad there are no secrets between us.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “My family, they… well.” A pained sigh.
“They keep a lot of secrets.”
“Mmm.” He closed his eyes, his head falling from the weight of his confessions. You guided him down to the pillow and you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Loki had been sleeping incredibly well. The first night in the cottage, after pulling up on the mare and fornicating in the kitchen, he cooked you both dinner. Afterwards, sleep took him before darkness fell. He remained in a deep slumber when the birds began to sing. But that wasn’t the biggest revelation.
“You can cook?”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You take me as a spoiled Prince, incapable of performing such a task.”
“Well, you do have servants.”
“Staff, darling. Palace staff.”
He served you a delicious concoction which you named Asgardian Risotto, the spices and herbs of which you had never tasted before. As with everything in Asgard, it was familiar, yet different. Timeless, yet ancient. Classic, yet advanced.
Loki continued to cook for you during your week in the cottage, taking the horse mid-week to collect a delivery from who-knows-where. He was absolutely intent that nobody knew of your whereabouts. He returned with a large crate of vegetables, the earthy scent wafting into the cottage as he heaved them onto the weathered oak kitchen table with a huff and a thud.
“You are very secretive, baby.” You looked up from your book, from your comfortable corner of the worn sofa.
“The God of Lies must live up to his title.” He gave a wink and a self-assured tilt of his head.
“They’ll come to your holiday cottage though surely, if they’re looking for you.” Your book closed with a soft thump, finding its place in your lap.
His eyes narrowed in mischief. “I told them we were visiting the mountains. Located on the opposite side of Asgard.” He crawled over you, his knee pressing between your open legs. He purred, “Nobody will find us.”
“Well, it’s err…” You glanced up at the face of the God towering over you, his skin dewy from the exertion of his horse ride in the July morning sun. All you could smell was leather. “It’s a good place to take me if you’re gonna murder me.”
“And how exactly would I do that?” He pushed his knee into you, placing pressure on your clit. You shuddered. “I could pleasure you to death… impale you, perhaps…” His lips tugged up at the corners into a smirk as he leaned forward and kissed you, smiling into the embrace. At your request he held you down firmly, taking you forcefully, as you whined and wriggled beneath him, pretending he was an intruder, a stranger, taking you against your will. Afterwards, he covered you in soft kisses and held you.
***
You were absolutely not ready to meet this wise ancient being, you thought to yourself as you sat on the mare, Loki’s strong chest supporting your back, while you read his set of notes.
Points of Concern.
Her lifespan is increasing. Why? What factors are influencing this change? How would we discover its upper limit and precisely how much time do we have? As these changes take place, how do we keep this at bay, at least whilst Odin remains breathing?
Impact of Seidr on her. Did it contribute to her life expansion? Is it harming her? Or increasing her powers? Is it not related at all?
Is The Trifecta more than a fable? Thor and mother seem to think so. Why? What about the book we read as children?
Odin’s soul was damaged after taking a Midgardian lover. Will I suffer the same fate?
How old are you, really?
You felt a strong arm around your waist. “It will be alright, love. Simply take my lead.”
You looked up at the tunnel of bare, barren trees above you, a tangle of dry branches intertwining like the locked horns of a stag in spring. Beams of sunlight pierced through the trunks, illuminating your path in patches of bright white light.
The sound of the mare’s hooves slowed and you stopped in front of a cave. Loki helped you off the horse and held your hand in his. As you walked into the large open rock, candles lit in alcoves casting shadows on the walls, you whispered to Loki. “How old is she, then?”
“She claims to have been present at my Grandfather’s coronation.”
The cogs of your mind ground to a halt. Slowly, they began turning in the opposite direction. “Hang on… that was… what, 10,000 years ago? 15,000?”
Loki craned his neck one way, then the other, his eyes searching for something on the wall of the cave. He whispered back. “Nobody knows.”
Well hopefully this wise old bird can give us some answers.
“Remember love. She’s telepathic.”
“Fuck.”
As you wandered deeper into the cave, you encountered a blue glow. The candles from the entrance were not present here. They didn’t need to be. You noticed the water cascading down over smooth black rocks, their gentle sound lulling you into a contented state. The rivulets of water gathered in a pool, which ran into a stream trickling beyond your line of sight into a black abyss.
“Ah!” His exclamation echoed around the cavernous space as he placed his palm over a plain flat rock. Smooth. No markings. You felt as though your soul left your body as you witnessed the rock glow under Loki’s touch. He traced a circle using his finger. It lit up in gold. Three fingers swiped down. Three gold lines appeared. He stepped back, looking up cautiously.
You took a step back. “We’re not meant to be here. Are we.”
He paused. His voice was quiet. “No.”
You heard the tumble of rocks crashing in the distance, starling you. You stepped back, feeling cool water smother your ankle. You shrieked from the shock. A hand grab your wrist and another cradle your lower back. You looked up at Loki. “Am I… is it… is it dangerous? The water, I mean.”
He saw your wide eyes. How your chest rose and fell rapidly. “No love. You are at no risk. I assure you.” He lips flattened into a sad smile.
“Then what’s with the weird expression.”
“No reason.” A tight smile. Glassy eyes.
A voice called from within the open door.
“I knew I could count on you, Loki.”
“Oh God. Oh God it’s her isn’t it.”
Two hands gripped just below your shoulders. He whispered. “It’s alright. Remember what we planned. I’ll lead. Alright?”
The tight squeeze of Loki’s hand in yours was all you felt as you walked through the entrance and saw a blur of walls made formed from dark, wet rock. The walls flashed past you through squinted eyes, your claustrophobia rising in your throat as you realised the walls were barely wider than Loki’s shoulders, rising all the way up hundreds of feet beyond your line of sight.
Suddenly you exhaled. Loki had led you into a light, bright open space. The walls were white here. Large pillars of geodes flanked each corner of the room, reaching to the 12-foot ceiling. The delicate grey rock of the geode held small purple stones within, twinkling like galaxies in an inky black sky. Amethyst.
The hairs on your arm flattened. Your gooseflesh smoothed. You glanced around the space.
Selenite. Rose quartz. Amethyst. Citrine. And is that… is that moldavite?
“I always thought it would be Thor. I was wrong.”
You turned in the direction of the voice. The wise old crone.
You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.
The Oracle stood before you, hands resting gently in front of her. A robe draped over her figure and reached all the way to the floor. It skimmed down over her chest and tied at the stomach. Smooth, clear and youthful skin glowing with luminosity. Her lean figure oozing vitality and strength.
She’s Gal Gadot’s fucking double.
I swear she’s not a day over 29. Jesus, Loki!!
She was statuesque. Her skin, flawless. Shoulder-length dark hair slicked back and tucked neatly behind her ears. She radiated femininity. Wisdom. Poise.
Fucking hell.
I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her.
The more you gazed at her, the more entranced you became.
She’s a goddess.
Shit. Shit she can hear me.
She smiled warmly and gestured to two seats in front of a table. The surface of the table glistened. More amethyst.
“It’s fused with selenite,” she told you gently, tracing an elegant finger over the surface. She looked up and smiled at you.
Sorry Lokes I’m running off with this woman and we’re taking the horse with us.
Her lips opened into a smile so brilliant it would lead lesser realms to war.
Oh my god you’re an empress. And yes I know you can hear me. I don’t care. You’re mesmerizing.
She looked at your love. “She is a wonderful choice for you, Loki. The Norns are pleased. I always believed it would be Thor. To pair with a mortal. This was not your intended path. But it is the right one for you.”
Straight in at the deep end. No foreplay. Sorry, Oracle Goddess Lady. Shit.
“I apologise, wise one.” Loki cleared his throat. “What my love wishes to say is that we have some questions we wish to ask. If you would be so generous as to indulge – ”
You raised your eyebrows, surprised to hear Loki’s voice. He had fallen uncharacteristically silent over the past minute or so. Perhaps he was hypnotized by this ethereal being, too.
“I have known you for ten centuries, Loki. There are no need for formalities here. But to answer the question that has kept you awake at night, yes your suspicions are correct. The Trifecta is indeed more than a fable. And so long as the three elements remain, her lifespan will continue to increase.”
Loki frowned. “You are… absolutely certain?”
She tilted her head upwards.
“I… I aplogise, I… I do not mean to question your judgement, it’s only… it has. Well, it was – Norns.” Loki blew out a sharp breath. You placed your hand on his thigh, gently moving your thumb back and forth.
It’s okay baby. Take your time.
Thank you darling. I love you.
His eyes fluttered closed at his telepathic confession. He swallowed his nerves down, and spoke slowly.
“Wise one, I apologise. I simply want to be certain. The thought of… of losing my love, of her, of her life slipping from…” He held a loosely balled fist to his mouth, his fingers trembling.
Baby may I speak for you?
He nodded.
“It’s been very hard for him, knowing I’m going to well, you know, pass away before him. He tried to keep himself awake to have more time with me, but I stopped him because he was hurting himself. But… I suppose we just want to know how much time we have, you know? So anyway, we sort of broke into the soul forge and it turns out, my life span’s gone up. Which is good, obviously. But we’re worried Odin’s going to find out and...”
“Banish you.” She spoke firmly, her eyes set forward.
A silence fell on the room. You looked around the ancient gemstones in the small cavern. The feeling of warmth, of brightness, of possibility, merely in the space the goddess had created. Her energy so palpable it caught in your throat and rendered the God of Mischief silent or, at best, a gibbering mess, and compelling you to tell her the truth, the whole truth, and absolutely nothing but the truth.
You looked at the magnificent being before you. “He banished you. Didn’t he. Because…” You tilted your head. “You’re more powerful than him.”
She smiled, then glanced at your God. “I like her, Loki.”
“How long have you been here? Since Odin’s been on the throne?”
She gave you one solemn nod.
“I’m sorry.” You reached forward and placed your hand over her arm. “So, erm… how do we keep it from him? My…. powers?”
“It won’t be long now. He is in the winter of his years.” She glanced to Loki. “I apologise. I know he is not your true father, but I understand you will feel a complex range of emotions when he passes.”
They should have told you the truth from the beginning. I remember the day they brought you into Asgard. Tiny. A helpless baby. They should not have taken you.
You smiled at Loki. “That’s sweet, right baby? That she knew you as a kid. She’s on our side, Lokes. I like her.”
The colour drained from the face of the two intergalactics in front of you.
“Well. Even I did not see this coming,” The Oracle stated flatly.
Lokes, you can… you can hear her, right? Her thoughts?
Loki shook his head rapidly, his eyes wide.
“So… how many people can read your thoughts, then?” You looked back to the Goddess.
She placed her hand over yours. “You are the first.”
Your lips trembled. “I really don’t understand what’s happening to me.”
She smiled sympathetically. “Come. Enough formalities.”
With a flick of her hand, a door opened. You followed her into another room which opened up into a kitchen. She placed a pewter kettle on the stove. The set-up reminded you a little of Loki’s holiday home. You imagined this is where he found his inspiration.
“No. He’s never been to this part of my sanctuary.” She turned her head towards you, smiling wryly.
“So we could all talk out loud or use our inside voices, I guess.”
She smiled and placed three white cups on an oak countertop, lifting a chrome tea caddy from a high shelf.
“So just to be clear… I’m not going to die early, right?”
“You will live a very long life.” She opened the lid of the caddy.
“Do you know how long?”
“It depends on a multitude of factors.” She pinched her fingers together and lifted dried herbs and flowers from the caddy into the cups. “What factors do you believe are at play? In addition to The Trifecta.”
Loki stepped forward. “Well, Seidr primarily. I was unsure if it would harm her, so I used a protection spell.”
She looked up from the third cup, holding a pinch of the dried mix. “You used Seidr on a mortal? What for?”
“Well in my defense, it seems as though – in the words of my mother – she’s becoming more than mortal. I… I used Seidr to help her to sleep while I visited Heimdall. And also to ease a bruise on her arm, when we first met. I am ashamed to say it was an injury that I caused. And also to ease a feeling of nausea after a banquet.”
She sighed. “And the protection spell? You used the one I taught you?”
“N-no, I created my own.”
She tilted her chin down and crossed her arms over her chest. Loki needed no further prompts.
“Norner vær så snill å beskytte henne. Beskytt henne mot denne magien. Sørg for at hun ikke kommer til skade.”
AN: Norns please protect her. Protect her from this magic. Ensure no harm comes to her.
The Oracle raised her eyebrows. “You called on the Norns?”
“Many times, yes. And… that’s not quite all. The remainder of the spell.” He paused, then continued to speak. “Med denne trolldommen beskytter jeg henne med kraften til min kjærlighet. Jeg erklærer det. Og sånn ble det.”
AN: With this spell, I protect her with the force of my love. I declare it. And so it is.
The goddess in front of you began to laugh. “Oh, Loki.”
He frowned. “Did I – did I make a grave error? I – did I harm her in any way?” His spoke hurriedly. He reached out a hand. “Please, tell me so we may put it right.”
“No, please do not worry. I simply find it amusing as you are adding fuel to the already roaring fire of The Trifecta. The love, plus magic, and the power of the Norns…” She smiled, looking at each of you in turn. “Loki, you have strengthened your bond with your mate.”
“It’s increased her lifespan?”
“Yes.”
“It was one hundred and eighty when we checked it in the soul forge last week.” Loki stated. “Would it have increased since then?”
She walked towards you and hovered a palm over your forehead. “May I?” When you nodded, the soft skin of her hand made contact with your temple. She closed her eyes. You felt a warmth under her touch. “Two hundred and fifty.” She returned to the stove, removed the kettle and poured hot water into each cup.
God we’re so nonchalant about this. “S-sorry, I… just. Fuck. So… am I immortal, then?”
A wry smile. “Not quite. But you will live as long as your love.”
“You’re… you’re absolutely… I mean, of course you’re sure, it’s just… it’s a lot to take in.” You stopped gibbering when you heard stifling next to you and shaky breathing. “Baby.” You placed your arms around him as he sobbed into the crook of your neck. You stroked his back, the leather feeling thick and weathered underneath your touch.
His tears subsided. He conjured a punchline. “Well I suppose you fell in love with the right God, darling.”
You smiled knowingly.
Yes, I know. I’m using humour to deflect from my feelings.
He reached for your hand and rubbed his thumb over the delicate skin of your knuckles.
You glanced at The Oracle. “Is it based on who I love?”
“Yes.”
“What if I loved you?”
She placed the kettle back in its resting place. “You would adopt my lifespan. In theory.”
You became aware of a presence behind you. You felt arms around your waist and hot lips at your neck. Loki pressed down a kiss. You hissed as you felt his teeth sharply graze your flesh. Mine. All mine. His chest pressed into your back.
“I assure you, Loki. I have no designs on your mate.” She gestured to the tea cups. “It’s a herb tea. No magic. I assure you.”
Loki stepped forward to reach for the brew. You stayed rooted to the ground, thoughts racing.
Five thousand years.
Five thousand years?
What the fuck.
What the actual….
Oh God…
You felt heat rushing through you, beginning in your cheeks and flashing through your body. Feeling your limbs give way, Loki reached down and placed one arm under your knees and another under your back, picking you up.
***
The next thing you remember was the feeling of soft support on your back. A hand on your forehead.
You fluttered your eyes open to see glassy eyes and clear, fair skin. Jet black hair. A trembling lip.
She is more than mortal, Loki. You need not worry. She is not harmed.
You closed your eyes as his gentle lips pressed to your temple. “Did I pass out?”
She held your hand and wore a knowing smile. “Yes. It is alright. It is an enormous amount of information to comprehend.”
“Needless to say, my love… we must keep this from Odin.” Loki paused. “From…. everyone.” He began to cry once more.
“Hey, shhhh shhhh.” You sat up and pulled him into your chest. “It’s okay, baby. Listen, listen… Even if… even if Odin banishes me to earth, worst case scenario – I can come back once he’s passed away. Right?”
Loki’s shoulders shook. “I cannot leave you alone on earth for several centuries.”
“He doesn’t have that long.”
You both looked at your new ally.
“A century. At most. Likely much less.”
“I have a weird feeling we’re going to get away with it, Lokes.” You grinned mischievously, your smile falling when Loki spoke.
“Perhaps. But should the news reach Odin, let me be clear love – the extradition would happen with immediate effect.”
“Okay listen. You have to promise me you’ll buy us time.” Your love didn’t respond. “Lokes?”
“I will try.”
You pulled him into an embrace, grasping at his back, inhaling the comforting scent of leather and sandalwood. “And hey, Lokes. Your soul’s gonna be okay.”
“Actually. That is the only part that is a fable. Come.”
You followed her and sat at the study oak kitchen table, your new friend opposite you and your love beside you.
Gods. Goddesses. Immortality. Totally normal.
“Odin continues to spin the tale of love damaging his soul, I see. Parrying the true reasons for his physical state.” She ran a delicate finger over a strand of hair behind her ear. “The Norns warned him. To reclaim his path. To return to this realm. He lied to the people of Asgard. His people. Created a fiction of a sabbatical on Midgard. It was not a sabbatical. It was… hedonistic. To be sure, he cared for his mortal lover. But it was not love.”
“Hang on. Odin’s soul was damaged because he was fucking around?”
She chuckled. “You have a way with words. And yes. Precisely.”
“So… Loki’s soul was never in danger?”
“Love does not harm another.” She cast a glance between you both. Gingerly, you picked up your cup and sipped at the brew.
“Love is a balm. I told mother. She disagreed.”
“She loves her King. She believed his tale.”
Loki held up his hands in surrender, shaking his head. “You mean to tell me. My mother nursed Odin back to health out of the goodness of her pure heart, all the while he fails to take responsibility for his… hedonism…” Loki held a balled a fist to his mouth, a theatrical display at holding back vomit. “And he influences my mother to believe her sons will be harmed if they love a mortal.”
You knocked back the tea and slammed it into the table with a loud sigh. “He’s a fucking arsehole.”
The Oracle held onto the table and threw her head back, laughing raucously. Once she composed herself, she stood. “It is time for something a little stronger.”
***
“So then I said… listen, Loki can do some fucking cool shit Thor! I dunno. I was a little drunk. I guess I got a bit overconfident, considering it was my first outing with Asgardians.”
“Or perhaps you sensed this realm was to become your home.” The Oracle’s blue eyes fixed on yours.
“It is exhausting to be this wise?” Loki leaned forward, a forearm leaning on his thigh, receiving only a simple tilt of The Oracle’s head as a response. “OH! I haven’t told you the best part of all this.”
She gestured her glass towards him. “Proceed.”
“Well,” Loki started, wriggling in his chair and beginning to move his arms animatedly. “We were on our way into your quarters, and my love here lost her footing, fell back and… wait for the conclusion to this tale, as this is truly extraordinary… she fell into The Spring of Eternal Youth!!”
The goddess gripped the arms of the chair and tilted her head back, a raucous sound erupting from her throat.
“That’s what that was?? Is that why you were crying about it?” You poked him in the side.
“Ow! And no, I did not cry. I simply felt… overcome.”
“Well that’s sweet.” You rested your hand on his leg, his leathers pulled taught over his knees, as your lips grazed his.
She sipped at the ice wine. A delicate blue liquid made from the berries growing high on the snow-capped mountains of Asgard. “And this is the part of the evening where you ask me the one remaining question.”
You frowned. “I think we’ve… we’ve asked you everything.”
“We have not yet discussed Jotun fornication.”
Loki almost spat out his wine, holding long fingers over his mouth as he coughed.
“Yes, their release is an expulsion from the sensitive groove on their hip bone. It feels rather pleasurable when stimulated, if memory serves.”
“Ohhhhh….” You leaned forward, courage coming from the wine and nothing but the wine. You pointed knowingly. “You fucked a Jotun.”
“My love!” Loki was aghast. “I apologise, she didn’t mean any offence…”
She licked her lips and placed the wine down on the floor, crossing her legs elegantly on the chaise she perched upon, effortlessly graceful. “A relation of Loki’s, as it happens. Jotun royalty.”
“W-was it… was it… my father? Laufey?”
She winked. “Your grandfather.”
It was your turn to choke on wine through hiccups of laughter. “That’s a fucking BOSS MOVE!!” You cackled and pointed at a blushing Loki. He spread a large hand over his eyes, bowed his head and shook it in disbelief. The wise one continued to share unsolicited information.
“The males do not ejaculate, as it is the female who holds the seed. The males carry the child, and birth it.”
“Holy shit. How do they…?”
“The indentation in the hip bone opens up, much like a female channel.”
“Alright, that’s enough for today.” Loki stood up in mock offence, walking to the countertop and pouring himself another glass of wine.
“You, erm…” you spoke quietly. “You saw us? Me and Loki. In the rock pool. You can access our memories.”
She shook her head. “Not quite. Though that’s an informed supposition.” She looked up at Loki as he returned to the seating area. “I can access the strands of time. Not only in the future. But in the past.”
“Holy shit. Woah. Okay. So – you’re kind of like Heimdall. But he can see the present and you can see the past and the future.”
She smiled at Loki. “She is incredibly wise, your mortal.”
“My goddess,” he corrected.
“Pffft. I’ll never be a goddess. Or… wait… will I? What’s a goddess? Technically, I mean?”
“A being who lives an extraordinarily long life and possesses extrasensory powers.”
“Well shit.”
A laugh bubbled from The Oracle’s throat. “And to answer your question. I accessed your threads of time before you arrived here. For research, to provide you with the answers you seek. And, frankly, for my own safety.”
“You wanted to know you could trust us,” you stated.
“Yes. And. Whenever I witnessed an… intimate moment… I accelerated through the scene.”
“Thank you. But… you would know everything. So that’s why you trust us, then. Because you know we’re telling the truth about everything that’s happened.”
“Precisely.”
After several hours of drinking with the immortal being, Loki called it a night. Or an afternoon. What time was it, anyway?
“It’s time we were leaving, darling.” He draped a strong arm around your waist and nodded to The Oracle. “We thank you for your hospitality. And the… additional favour… will be completed tomorrow, yes?”
She nodded. “I look forward to assisting you with it. And I assure you, you can count on my discretion.”
As you cuddled up with Loki in bed that night, enveloped in on another’s warmth, you mumbled a request.
“Baby. If Odin kicks me out. You’ll fight for me. Promise?”
He pulled you even closer, his strong forearm around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. “Yes, my love. I promise.”
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