As we exited the quinjet, the sky shifting from dusty purple to pale pink, I took Loki’s hand in mine as a reminder that things would be okay in the end. It was cold and limp where mine was not, but I did not let go because letting go meant defeat and I refused to lose him. So I held onto that cold, limp hand and told him I loved him over and over again. And I did. I loved him with all my heart and soul and mind combined. Not a part of me wasn’t a part of him, and I prayed he was aware of that.
“Where are you taking him?” I asked, but I knew exactly where we were going because I’d gone there a thousand times before. This was a question to fill the silence, a question to take my mind off of the blood on my hands.
To Loki only I said, “You’re going to be okay. I promise you’re going to be okay.” But doubt was starting to settle in, and my heart was slowly coming to a stop. But I didn’t care. If his heart stopped, so would mine.
“We’re here,” someone announced. I never understood why hospital rooms were painted white. To be on one’s deathbed surrounded by white felt like an omen, a calling directly from the heavens. It felt like a joke; Loki, a god, being called home by God.
“He’s lost too much blood,” I mumbled. “It’s on my hands. He needs it back. Take it back.” But no one did. The blood stayed exactly where it was. Stains on my arms and elbows and clothes. My hair was matted with it, and the underneath of my fingernails were black. “Please, take it back.”
This air in my lungs makes me selfish. I want to take it out and give it to him, but I can’t. His chest won’t rise, and another someone is telling me to get back, but I stay where I am and imagine his chest is still rising and falling when it’s not. And the world shatters. The ground beneath my feet fractures into a million little lines and the sky is now a deep crimson. It’s raining, but only where I stand, and the storm is growing, and I am shrinking and my heart is breaking and I am dying.
But that’s okay because I can see Loki now, the Loki I know. He is smiling, the corners of his mouth turned upward where only I can see.
Everything is going to be okay because I promised him it would be, and it is.
Request - can i get a loki x reader request in which reader gets to asgard as a royal gets & falls in love with loki? Then she discovers that she's promised to marry thor and has to tell loki, lots of anger and jealously? In the end they either run away or confront the king, wtv you want. Also, make the reader shy pls!!
Requester - Anon
Pairing - Loki x Shy!Royal!Reader
Words - 2001
Warnings - None
(A/N I changed the plot a little but I hope it leads up to a good climax! :3 Plus (Y/R) = Your Realm (That's right, you get a realm XD))
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The familiar rush washed through you and your head felt faint. The mixed of colours flashed past you so much you had to close your eyes to stop your eyes from straining. Your feet landed suddenly onto the floor; you felt unbalanced and tripped on the long hem of your skirt. You managed to catch yourself, your hands pressed against the shiny surface. Looking up a curious face was peering down at you with golden eyes. He was leaning against a shoulder length staff, a small smile of amusement playing on his lips. You blushed deeply and straightened yourself up, wiping down your dress.
You looked back and saw your adopted guardian with a sympathetic smile. You averted your gaze to floor and saw your cheeks were still bright red. The deep, loud and calm voice from the man in front of you alerted your attention.
“Welcome to Asgard.” You nodded shyly and walked past him, towards the door. When is slipped out the way the sight took your breath away. A large castle glinted in the bright sun, causing you to cover your eyes. You slowly walked across the rainbow path, turning yourself in all directions determined to take in every inch of the beautiful city.
The door into the castle was huge; a huge arch, 9ft tall so a frost giant could fit through it easily. You walked through the arch, feeling extremely small in the large room with huge pillars to hold up the domed roof.
You treaded into the throne room, 3 guards now marching behind you. You lowered your head downwards, letting your hair fall and hiding your face. You peeked up through your hair and saw an old man with a golden eye patch staring down at you with cold judging eyes. Your heart plummeted into your stomach; you could practically hear his negative thoughts.
Sweeping your eyes across the lines of people next to him, on one side you spotted a muscled, long haired blonde. He held the strong air of someone who would knock you out with one punch but at the same time would cuddle the life out of you. On the other side you saw a kind looking lady, her eyes twinkling. She wore a small gold crown buried in her bun; you immediately deducted her to be the intimidating man’s wife. But the last man made you catch your already heaving breath. He looked over lazily at you but was completely immersed in your every action. You blushed at the sudden attention and quickly removed your (Y/E/C) eyes from his piercing emerald eyes.
“Welcome to Asgard, Princess (Y/N).” The middle man announced. You shrunk back slightly in his gazed. They all looked at you expecting a reply, but all that came out your mouth was a small squeak. You flushed embarrassed but luckily your temporary guardian came to your aid.
“Princess (Y/N) accepts your welcome with open arms, my king, and we hope with this trip you can see how the (Y/R) and Asgard can become faithful allies.” You showed your agreement with small nods. The old man (who seemed to be known as the King here) nodded sharply before directing his startling eye contact on you again.
“Why can’t she speak?” He spoke sharply, intentions to hurt. It no doubt crossed your face and you instinctively looked down.
“She’s doesn’t speak much, my king.” You felt tears spike at the corners of your eyes at your embarrassment.
“How can she be an heir when she can’t even speak?” He commented, laughing cruelly. You blinked away the burning sensation in your eyes and chewed your lip nervously.
“I don’t think a speech impediment would prevent (Y/N) from performing her duties.” A voice spoke up. The silky haired prince next to his mother had stepped forward and talked against the king for you? When he said your name your heart fluttered in your chest and you stomach did a million tiny back flips.
“I believe Loki is right, Odin.” The Queen added.
“Enough Frigga.” Odin snapped. “Take her to her room.”
You were ushered away by the guards. You sent a small grateful smile at Loki which he enthusiastically returned.
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You quickly looked around your room and pressed your ear against the door tom make sure no one was coming. You could just hear the faint clink of the armour on your guards. You took a deep breath and jumped onto the emerald covered, soft bed. You grinned as you looked to your already shining hands.
Twinkles of light danced across your finger tips and a soft giggle escaped your lips. You pushed your hand upwards and they flew towards the roof of your four-poster bed; you managed to ‘catch’ them in the palm of your hand.
You were so absorbed in your workings you didn’t notice the person walk into your room until the door closed behind them. You whipped you head around and scrambled back towards the wall, your eyes opened in fear.
Loki was frozen, his arms attached to his sides and his green open wide with a film of shock. He made his way towards you and you flinched. He ignored it and slowly sat down next to you. You pushed yourself further backwards and whimpered.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said gently. When your position didn’t change he reached out and tenderly placed his cool hand on top of yours. Your fingers moved automatically and laced his hand with yours. He smiled, slightly flustered and looked into your eyes, the sincerity crumbling your defences. “C-Can you do magic too?” He whispered. You nodded slowly.
“Will you show me?” You nodded slowly again and regrettably removed your hand from his. Taking a deep breath, and holding your hands out in front of you – palms upwards – and closed you eyes. The familiar tingling warmth spread through your hands; you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. You opened your eyes hesitantly and saw Loki looking at them with keen interest. He slipped his hands over the top yours; the crackling red of your magic blended with the jade glimmers of his.
Before you knew it his face was inches to yours, his cool breath washing over your face. Your breath caught in your throat. He brushed his lips against yours, tentatively and bravely pressed them fully onto yours.
It took you a moment to process what was happening, but it was quickly resolved and you kissed back shyly. He slipped his hand up your arm and held your waist with it. He pulled back when air became the priority and smiled.
“I really like you, (Y/N).” He admitted, biting his lip, “It may be sudden, but I think you’re really cute and nice and you seem conservative and adorable and-“You cut off his rambling with a small peck.
You opened you mouth, ready to pour your heart out to this Prince, but again your shyness betrayed you and all that came out was a small squeak. You ignore the blush and rubbed your hands together, determined to show him, and then opened them up – in a book like gesture – a small, bubble-like heart floating between you. He chuckled and poked it with his finger. It popped, spreading several smaller hearts onto the duvet between you. He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. You blushed heavily and he smiled against your warm skin.
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You waltzed into the large banquet, the long table accentuating the sharp corners. At the end of the table sat Odin, his wife sat on his left, while Loki sat next to her and his brother opposite. You walked towards the table and went to move next to Loki but saw a place set next to Thor for you.
You buried your confusion and sat down next to the blonde haired, god of thunder. Loki brushed his knee against yours under the table and you sent a discreet smile towards him.
Odin waved his hand towards the guards at the door and they disappeared around the door, closing it behind them. He turned his attention towards the participants at the table, sweeping his menacing gaze across each of your faces.
“I have called us here today to give the new of why, Princess (Y/N),” He paused at your name, staring directly at you, making you shrink, “Was invited here. I have decided that to unite our kingdoms, Princess (Y/N) should be wed to my son, Thor.”
Your mouth dropped open. Thor? You took a side glance at Thor and saw the same reaction as he was looking at you. You tried to show your disagreement to the subject through your eyes.
You boldly looked over at Loki. Angry wasn’t a powerful enough word. He was beyond outrage. His teeth were clenched, his face flushed red and eyes shining with fury.
“If you excuse me.” Loki said hotly, pushing away from the table without waiting for an answer. You watched him leave and slam the door behind him. You switched your gaze to the table top and desperately held back the tears burning in your eyes.
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You had managed to escape the room soon after and practically ran to Loki’s room. You knocked lightly on the door and it was opened by a messy Loki. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into the room.
You almost cried at the sight of him. His eyes were rimmed with red, tear streaks on his cheeks; his room was messy with broken pieces of furniture scattered throughout it. You stroked your thumb on his cheek and he leaned into your touch.
“I-I’m sorry.” He choked. You pressed a finger to his lips. With a flail of your other hand you made a small heart on your fingertip and placed it to yours and his’ chests. He exhaled deeply and rested his head on your shoulder. You heart beat elevated with the sudden contact and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “We’ll talk to him.” He muttered, “I promise.” He raised his head, the cheeky glint sparkling in his eye once more, “In fact. Let’s do it now.”
He dragged you out the room before you could answer. Oh god.
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You were staring blankly at Odin – sat in his golden throne, his staff in his hand and leaning against his shoulder. You couldn’t look away from his glare, even if it was even from one eye.
There was a little space between you and Loki that you that you desperately wanted to close. Loki looked up at Odin with a determined stare.
“Father,” He started strongly, “Me and (Y/N) disagree with the arrangement you had planned.”
“How come? Is Thor not good enough for a critical, un-spoken lady?” You flushed at his words but clearly hear Loki grind his teeth together. But by now you were sick of being stared at like you weren’t there. Like Odin was staring through you. As if you were only an appliance to be able to connect your rich economic country with his struggling one. You were done.
“BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!” You screamed. The room fell to a heavy silence. You reached over and grabbed Loki’s hand, entwining your fingers together. “AND PRETENTIOUS IMMATURE MINDED ASGARDIAN KINGS, AREN’T GOING TO CHANGE THAT.”
You breathed heavily, face flushed from anger, your heart beating feverishly in your chest.
Before Odin could say anything you dragged Loki out the room and into the hall. You paced the hall for a moment, trying to relieve this new attitude, when Loki grabbed your arm.
“Wow.” He muttered smiling and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. You giggled and pressed your hands against his chest.
“You really love me?” He asks shyly. You nodded, grinning.
With a flick of a wrist a shower of transparent hearts rained from the air above you. You leaned in to him and tilted your lips to his.
