Y/N was relieved to see land. Ideas of escape running through her mind as the crew began to dock the ship. If she could just find a moment to herself she'll be able to run maybe find help and begin her life on her own, just as she has planned. Once the crew began to leave the ship she attempted to make a dash but was stopped by someone grabbing her shoulder.
"HEY!" She shouted, turning to see it was Loki who had held her back. "What can I not leave the boat?" Y/N scoffed.
"No you can, you just have to wear this," Loki said handing her a long tattered green cloak, "Can't have anyone recognizing you seeing as there is quite the reward on your head." Loki continued, "There are others that are not quite as" she paused a moment before pulling smirking "We'll say generous as I am."
"Yeah you are so generous," Y/N mumbled under her breath. She put the cloak on and covered her face with the hood and exited the boat. Loki smirked to herself a small part of her liking the sight of Y/N in her colors. Loki brushed the thought off quickly and joined her crew off the boat.
Y/N quickly moved herself through the crowd trying to get herself away from Loki. When she was far enough away she removed her hood and began to look around in awe.
All Y/N had know has been the walls of her home and the walls of the home that she was soon to be trapped in with her marriage. Her brother had never let her into town, he had become cold and controlling the carefree boy she once knew died with their parents.
As Y/N wandered the stalls of the pirate's market she spotted a small boat, she was ready to make a run for it when she was shoved into a wall, she was about to yell when a hand covered her mouth.
"Shhhh" Loki seethed quietly. The two were pressed up against each other, their faces meer inches from one another. Y/N looked over Loki's shoulder to see two royal guards walking past. Loki kept her hand over Y/N's mouth for another few moments, before slowly moving it away. They stayed as is for another moment. Loki stared at Y/N as she began to look for if the guards were gone.
Y/N began to attempt to slip away but Loki grabbed her wrist. "Don't even think about it. You are staying with me."
"Let me go! You don't even like having me on your ship."
"No I don't you are a nuisance and a spoiled brat but you are worth a lot more with every passing day, so unless you want some non forgiving pirates' or worse your intended finding you. I suggest you do as I say!" Loki shouted, she spotted Wanda across the way and flagged her over, "Now you are going to go back to the ship with Wanda and you are going to stay there you got it!"
"And if I don't? You are just going to bring me back anyway. So why not just let me leave!"
"Oh my pretty little flower who said anything about giving you back! Now go!"
Y/N flinched at Loki's words and went with Wanda. For the rest of the day Y/N stayed to herself quietly doing whatever it was that she was told to do.
That night she stared at the stars Loki's words running through her head. My pretty little flower echoed in her ears on a loop bringing angry tears to her eyes. She always hated being called flower.
Summary: Your life has always been set in stone. Born to a wealthy merchant family in the Caribbean, you’ve spent your years as an heiress in the daytime, escaping at night to wander the streets of St. Thomas. Now, on the eve before your life settles into mundanity for good, you discover someone who could change everything– if you choose to trust him, that is.
A/N: lots of love to everyone! ♡
Chapter One ~ Chapter Two ~ Chapter Three ~ Chapter Four ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Six ~ Chapter Seven ~ Chapter Eight ~ Chapter Nine ~ Chapter Ten ~ Chapter Eleven ~ Chapter Twelve ~ Chapter Fourteen
You had to be dreaming. Your imagination had gone too far; in no conceivable way could Loki be kissing you, certainly not when you had just been fighting –
And yet his lips were ardently pressed to yours, tasting of sweet wild fruit and tangy saltwater. His shoulders curled forward and his hands held your face with something akin to desperation – like if he didn’t keep you there, you would pull away.
But you didn’t. Instead, you reached up and tangled your hands in the raven curls of his hair, dragging him down further. Your heart was beating out of your chest: you’d never done this before, and you didn’t want it to show. So you followed his lead, moving your lips in rhythm, cupping his face with your hands and running your thumbs against his cheekbones, so sharp they could cut glass.
A clap of thunder pulled you both apart with a gasp, and you found yourself held tightly against his chest, your arms wrapped around his neck. Loki cradled your head with one hand and held you at the waist with the other. You could hear the hard and fast pounding of his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry,” he began, sounding full of remorse. “You weren’t here when I woke, I had no idea where you’d gone–”
You pulled away and put your fingers over his lips, silencing him. Loki’s brow furrowed in surprise, but you kept your hand there, and took a shaky breath. “Kiss me.”
Your voice came out much more confident than you expected, and you watched his eyes darken. Your hand dropped from his mouth; staring up at him in the low light, feeling the heat that radiated off his chest, you suddenly felt very small.
Loki’s gaze dropped to your lips; he leaned down. his nose brushed against yours. He reached up to tuck an errant strand of your hair back, lingering behind your ear before cupping your chin and lifting it to meet him.
He kissed you again, as the rain came down in droves outside. Kissing Loki was like drinking wine; sweet and utterly intoxicating. Your senses were flooded with his scent, the taste of his lips, the touch of his elegant hands as they roamed down your sides. You wound your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. You wanted him to touch you, to ease the ache and quell the knot in your stomach. You knew now beyond any doubt that he wanted it, too. Badly. You could tell by the way his breath caught when you snagged his lower lip between your teeth, by his fingers digging into your skin, and by the dark look in his eyes before he lifted you into his arms.
You linked your legs around Loki’s waist as he sank to his knees, laying you out on the layers of fabric that separated you from the cold stone. He leaned down and began pressing languid kisses to your neck, taking his sweet time until you were shivering with anticipation. His breath fanned on your neck and you moaned involuntarily, right before his teeth grazed the skin above your collarbone with an unexpected sharpness.
You jolted with a surprised yelp. He pulled away quickly, running his hand down your arm and twining his fingers with yours. “I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, face burning. “Just– be gentle,” you pleaded, in a voice so small it hardly sounded like your own. You dropped your eyes and swallowed. “I’m not exactly well-versed… at all.”
Loki sat up and regarded you with a silent smirk, setting a hand on your knee. “Really? You?”
You scowled and aimed a kick at his chest. He deflected it easily, catching your ankle in his hand. “Don’t mock me!”
“I wasn’t,” he insisted, returning your leg to its rightful place around his waist. Despite the teasing inflection in his voice, Loki’s sea-green eyes were honest. He ran his hand up your thigh and raised his eyebrow. “I was only wondering at how someone so innocent managed to utterly bewitch me.”
Your stomach flipped, and you averted your gaze, pulling at the dark, puffed fabric of your sleeves, which fell far past your hands if you didn’t push them up. The rain drummed against the ground outside, overshadowed by the occasional rumble of thunder. Lying with him between your legs was dredging up all kinds of unprompted emotions in your chest. Nervousness and the sudden fear of inadequacy pushed to the forefront of your mind as you laid there. You hadn’t done this before, and he… well, he was undoubtedly the opposite. “Your options are considerably limited,” you pointed out quietly.
Loki paused and narrowed his eyes. He pulled you into a sitting position in his lap, shaking his hair back from his shoulders. You squeaked in surprise at the sudden, intimate contact and quickly looked away as your face burned.
“You think I consider you a last resort?” He asked. When your gaze stayed averted, he tilted his head to the side to meet it, and reached up to catch your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.”
You met his eyes reluctantly, staring back at him with a degree of apprehension. Loki studied your face in silence, and then pressed a gentle, faint kiss to your lips. He pulled away before you could deepen it, and hummed in amusement at the noise you made when he withdrew. His chest expanded with his breath, running his hands down to grip your thighs.
“I have used every measure of my resolve not to take you, long before we came to be here,” he said quietly, his voice so low and heavy that it was almost a growl. “Trust me when I say you are nothing close to a last resort. You have tormented me since the night I met you, given me pain in my chest that no physician could cure. I am not a man who typically denies myself the pleasures of good company. But you…” He paused and tucked your hair back, trailing his finger down from cheek to collarbone, dragging a slow, straight line down the center of your chest. “You are no fleeting interest.”
At this, you felt your heart jump into your throat. You stared at him like a wide-eyed fawn, your breath coming fast and faint through your nose. At the same time as you wanted this, it frightened you; but you trusted Loki. Against your better judgement, you always had. Even as the thunder rumbled outside and his grip on your thighs instinctively tightened, you knew that he would obey your every request, fulfill your desire and soothe the heat pooling between your legs. The man who both frightened and aroused you was, in truth, wrapped around your little finger.
“So take me,” you whispered. “Earn my forgiveness.”
Loki’s eyebrows raised and then he laughed, musical and loud as it filled the room, made sweeter by his kiss against your lips while he was still smiling. “Clever, little one,” he murmured. “I knew you’d think of something.” The two of you met each other’s eyes as another bout of thunder rumbled outside, and you felt like you’d been struck by lightning, buzzing with white-hot energy that you couldn’t keep bottled away.
You kissed him with everything you had. You’d held yourself back for too long, and you didn’t care if your hunger showed. There was a sweet satisfaction in his surprised intake of breath, but he was quick to meet you with the same fervor. Your hands trailed down his bare sides, feeling the lithe muscle beneath. Of course you’d known before now that Loki’s body was fighting fit, but running your finger down the center of his chest and feeling his skin flex reactively put it in a different light. Every inch of him was put to good use.
You gradually slid backwards and off his lap as your trail of exploratory kisses led you further down. You hoped he couldn’t feel how shaky your breath was against his skin, and pressed your lips to one of the lingering bruises against his ribs. Sitting between his legs, your hand rested on his thigh, where you could feel tight muscle beneath the fabric of his pants. His obvious arousal hadn’t escaped you, either. You were pointedly aware of it when you’d been sitting on his lap, and as your eyes dropped to it now you felt your heart leap into your throat with another surge of nervousness.
You felt his large hand run through your hair, fingers tangling loosely and pulling just enough to make you look up at him. Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing his nose down yours. “Turn around.”
His growled instruction made you shiver, and you hesitantly obeyed, turning away from. You didn’t have time to wait and wonder at his reasoning before he gathered you up in his arms and returned you to your original place on his lap, this time with your back pressed flush against his bare chest. He kept one arm firmly wrapped around your waist. The other travelled down and drew up the curtain of dark fabric falling over your thighs. His knuckles ghosted the skin of your stomach beneath your shirt.
You inhaled quickly and stiffened. Loki stopped, though he didn’t remove his hand; instead he set his forehead against yours, nose brushing your cheek. “It’s alright,” he reassured you, stroking his fingers over your skin back and forth, slowly, trailing up your sternum and back down your lower abdomen, where the heat was tight and tense beneath your skin. His steady breathing and low voice soothed your nerves until you relaxed.
Loki slipped his hand between your legs and you whimpered, hiding your face against his neck. You could hear him murmuring soothing turns of phrase, rubbing gentle circles as he spoke. It felt like everything you’d dreamed magnified thrice over. But this wasn’t a dream. The smell of him, the heat coming off his skin and the electricity of his touch where you wanted it most: all of it was very, very real. He continued his ministrations until you were squirming beneath his touch, begging for friction and crying out for release. Your pleas came to a halt when he pushed one finger inside you, replaced with a sound you didn’t know you could make. He said something comforting, but you didn’t catch it, and your train of thought vanished entirely when he added a second finger. His thumb stayed pressed against you and rubbing circles against your sex, sending sparks shooting across your vision.
You were beginning to reach an unholy level of desperation: gasping and panting, grinding against him as he took you closer to release. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough and low against your ear. It was only a few more skilled strokes before you suddenly lurched. Your nails dug into his arm and you let out a strangled cry as your muscles contracted and the buildup of tension released. Loki let you ride it out with his fingers still inside you, holding you steady while you spasmed and quaked. He brushed the baby hairs back that were stuck to your forehead, murmuring “easy, darling,” as he waited for your orgasm to abate.
He released you from his grip once you stilled. You sat there for a moment, legs still shaking as you caught your breath. He kissed the soft skin of your shoulder, calling your attention to him once more, and you turned around to meet him, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laid you down with every measure of carefulness; even though it was burlap and uncut fabric that met your back, it might as well have been a feather bed. The one curling strand that often fell into his eyes tickled your skin when he dipped down to kiss you, the rest of his hair falling to the side. His tongue teased your bottom lip and you opened for him without hesitation, letting him explore your mouth and moan against it.
Like you had done to him earlier, Loki’s lips eventually wandered: pressing against your neck, shoulder, chest. He pushed up your shirt to kiss the skin beneath, but didn’t remove it, traveling until he reached your legs. With a dark look and a mischievous smile, Loki drew up your leg and ravished your inner thigh, sucking on the sensitive skin until it was flushed and red. Where his teeth had been shocking earlier, you were moaning now, toes curled and breath coming out fast. You were barely recovered from your first orgasm, and yet your stomach was already twisted and aching again.
He sat up and drew your knees apart, reaching down and freeing himself from his only remaining article of clothing. Butterflies fluttered violently against your ribs at the sight of him. Loki teased at your entrance a few times before he pushed forward, shuddering as he filled you. You gasped and tightened on instinct, more out of reflex than anything else. You were more than ready for him; there was no sting. He paused, but you shook your head quickly, reaching for his hand. “It’s alright,” you whispered, and you both shared a breathless smirk in the irony that it was your turn to comfort him now.
Loki leaned down and kissed you, and the two of you savored the connection. It was like you were made to fit perfectly; he stretched you to your limit. Loki stayed still and waited for you to adjust, his breath fanning hot against your neck. “Fuck,” he muttered, holding your waist so that you fit snugly against his hips. You could feel his nerves buzzing, but you knew he wouldn’t budge until your say-so.
The knot in your stomach was winding tight again. You rolled your hips against him. Loki’s breath snagged in surprise, and then he laughed. “Patience isn’t one of your virtues, I take it.” He pulled out slowly, and then pushed into you again. Your head fell back with a groan, twisting the burlap in your fingers. Your fantasies didn’t hold a candle to this, so good and right that it was almost overwhelming. Loki tortured you with his slow rhythm until you were squirming, fruitlessly rolling your hips to urge him forward. But he went at his own pace, somehow knowing exactly what you needed from him, and never surrendering it. He kept you on the edge of release, speeding up and then slowing again until you were begging him, please’s falling from your lips like the rain drumming against the grass outside.
Finally he relented, throwing your legs over his shoulders and driving into you mercilessly. The knot in your stomach tightened and twisted, climbing until you couldn’t anymore, and for the second time, you shattered. Loki sped up when you tightened around him, spurning on your climax and pounding you relentlessly until he, too, broke, spilling inside you with a string of curses and a few more sporadic jerks of his hips. The two of you stayed there, still connected and gasping for breath.
You laid there for uncounted minutes, listening to the rain and your still-pounding heartbeat. Your mind was out floating somewhere in the middle of the sea, reluctant to come back to reality. You didn’t have any intention to go fetch it. For all you cared, this moment could last forever.
You were vaguely aware of Loki’s gentle touch as he gathered you up in his arms, and he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You did so well for me, little one.” He pulled away to look at you, his expression playfully wicked. “Did I earn your forgiveness?”
Your face flushed. You dropped your head against his shoulder and sighed. “I…” Your thoughts were still scattered and reluctant; you doubted you could form a full sentence if you tried. Much less walk on your trembling legs. Your fingers played with the locks of hair behind his ear, twisting and letting them go. “Yes.” You closed your eyes.
Loki set his chin atop your head and watched the rain fall through the cracks outside. The wind had lessened, and the thunder was less frequent. Some part of him suspected if the weather had whipped itself into a frenzy only to bring you together. If that was the case, he should pray and thank the clouds above for the rest of his life.
There was a strange feeling in his chest, different from the ache before. He didn’t feel wanting; in fact, it may have been the first time in his life when he couldn’t think of what he wanted. Nothing came to mind. You were curled up against him, and breathing softly, arms linked around his neck. He reached up and ran his fingers through your hair. You sighed softly in a way that made his heart twist, and he recognized the name of the feeling running rampant through his veins and pressing against his chest.
Loki was content. No – he was happy.
You felt him sigh and lifted your head, looking up at him. “What is it?”
You watched his handsome brow furrow, and then he smirked. “I would normally curse weather like this, but I’m thankful for it now. We might have danced around each other for eternity otherwise.” He leaned down and snatched up the corner of a blanket, bringing it over your shoulders as he spoke.
You sat up in his lap and pulled it over your chest, before leaning back down and setting your cheek against him again. You were beginning to think of his shoulder as your new favorite pillow. “It would’ve happened eventually,” you declared. “If I kissed you first.”
“Is that so?” He asked, laughing boyishly. “Just how long did you spend pining away in agony?”
“Too long,” you admitted with a grumble, which only made him laugh again. His hand ran lightly up and down your back. You reached up and pulled a lock of hair over his shoulder, twisting it around your finger. Scarcely a few hours ago you left your hideaway because you couldn’t bear to be so close to him; now you were here, held in his arms. Loki’s rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was like being gently rocked aboard a ship; you were close to falling asleep when he spoke again.
“I daresay we’ve been through the worst of it, you and I. What else could possibly happen? We’ve been thrown overboard,” He listed these off on his fingers. “Nearly drowned.”
“An arranged marriage on my part,” your muffled voice supplied.
He nodded in agreement. “Emotional agony,” he continued, and set his hand on his chest. “Driven to piracy on my part.”
You shook your head against his shoulder and laughed through your nose. “No, that was definitely a choice.”
“Well, piracy in my blood, then.”
“Hmm.” You spun his hair around your finger a final time and then tucked it back. “You’re no Charles Vane, even if you are his son.”
Loki hummed in agreement and kissed the top of your head. “Certainly not,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t hope to be. Beheadings aren’t my style of piracy, anyway.”
You laughed and closed your eyes as he pulled you tighter. Your mind was still awake, thinking on his words. You had been through a great deal of turmoil. It seemed as though when anything could go wrong, it had – and yet all those events had lead you to this moment; you couldn’t find bitterness in your heart towards any of it. You had consigned yourself to adventure the very first time you descended from your window, back in St. Thomas. In a way, wasn’t this exactly what you asked for?
As you fell asleep, sated and truly satisfied for perhaps the first time that you could remember, you felt strangely at peace in your little hideaway, in the middle of a desert island.
Loki was right. What else could possibly happen?
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A/N: comments are not required but always appreciated, since I love knowing your thoughts and I’ve kept you in agony for sooo long! ♡
Summary: (Y/N) is the daughter of a governor,and is promised a happy life with her betrothed. But her heart yearns for the ocean and the mysteries it carries. After an argument with her soon-to-be-husband, she heads down to the docks, only to find something - or someone - she wasn’t expecting.
Word Count: 1327
Warnings and A/N: swearing, drinking - sorry for the abscence, creative juices are very much dried up so i hope this is okay, enjoy this short chapter from loki’s perspective
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Chapter Five - Loki
The night had only just begun, and the men were overexcited after a successful raid. Shanties were being sung loud and clear, and drinks were being downed in quick succession. In the centre of it all was Loki, sitting on a stack of crates fashioned into a chair, a smirk playing at his lips constantly as he watched her dance and drink along with the men. He ran the side of his finger over his lips as the feeling in his chest tightened even more. Loki never planned on catching feelings for the strange girl he found sitting alone on the docks, but here he was, not even a week into the next leg of his journey and the knot in his chest was undeniable. Wacthing her dance with all the other men ignited something along the lines of jealousy, but it was quickly quelled whenever she glanced up at him to make sure he was still there.
Kidd was stood next to him like a guard dog even though nothing bad was going to happen, at least for now. The two had been thick as thieves ever since the incident with Loki's dad, which somehow made them even closer. They had an unspoken bond with each other, a 'you watch my back and I'll watch yours' deal. They didn't want what happened to their fathers to happen to them as well.
"You like her, don't you?" Kidd muttered to Loki who bit his lip under his finger. "Knew it."
"I didn't realise it was quite so obvious." Loki shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to watch the girl.
"Oh piss off, the whole crew can see it." Kidd nudged Loki's shoulder with his fist, watching his reaction and revelling in it. "She likes you too."
"What are we, five?" Loki finally drew his eyes away from her to stare up at Kidd who was grinning mischeavously down at him. "I don't want to get attached."
"But you already have, there's no point denying it." Their conversation was interrupted by (Y/N) skipping up to the crate throne and grinning wildly. "Ah, (Y/N), we were just discussing you." Loki gave Kidd a sharp jab to the ribs.
"All good things I hope," she continued to grin widlly, eyes darting between Kidd and Loki.
"Always," Loki muttered. "I believe I owe you a dance." He stood up and took her hands in his before leading her back into the crowd of men. It was obvious she had perhaps drunk a little too much than she was used to, as she stumbled over Loki's feet when they began to dance. Nevertheless, it gave him another excuse to hold her tightly to him. Her breath danced along his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, and Loki's heart leapt up into his throat as he leaned his head on hers. He made eye contact with Kidd who was still over by the chair, grinning and giving him the thumbs up. Loki chuckled underneath his breath before turning them both round to the beat of the music and singing.
"What was that for?" She muttered, smiling more to herself than anything else. Her eyes were closed, the alcohol clearly taking her off her high.
"Nothing," Loki muttered back. "Just glad I met you on that dock." She looked up at him then, hands moving up to hold his shoulders.
"So am I." Her eyes scanned his face, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Their eyes locked just for a moment. Loki leaned down first, and then she leaned up to meet him, their lips connecting softly but surely. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Loki pulled away.
"You're drunk."
"So?" She leaned up again, trying to tempt him in and, whilst it was indeed tempting, Loki did not want to take advantage of this particular situation, which was very unlike him.
"So you're not making clear decisions," Loki said quietly. "Come on, let's get you into bed. You'll thank me." With much complaining and a bit of stumbling around, Loki eventually managed to get her back into his cabin and into bed. He kissed her head softly as she settled down, tiredness and alcohol washing over her. "Sleep well."
He left the cabin, closing the doors behind him before sitting down at his table, papers spread out in front of him. A pile of letters from his mother that he still needed to reply to. Maps with chartered courses that he may never sail, depending on when he got caught. It seemed impossible that he had come this far and committed so many crimes and his bounty remain the same as when he started. It was almost offensive, in its own small way. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," Loki muttered, shuffling away his mother's letters for another time. Kidd walked in through the door and sat down next to him. "Who's passed out on deck this time."
"No one. Yet." Kidd put his feet up on the table and leant back on his chair, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "You nearly died today mate." Loki looked up at him, replaying the raid over and over again in his head. How everything seemed to go in slow motion as soon as he saw the slightest change in Kidd's face. The simple, natural instinct to turn and fire. It could have been anyone; it was anyone. But then again, it could have been him. He could be under a sheet, tucked away in some corner of the ship where no one would ever go.
"I know." It wasn't shame that washed over him, but it wasn't exactly joy. If he had died today, he would have broken his side of the deal, and then Kidd would have been left alone, just like his father. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You know as well as I do that you can't help that sort of thing. Particularly in our line of work." Kidd sat up again, slamming his feet down on the floor. "But for God's sake, what did I tell you about killing people?" His tone was almost mocking, but there was a trace of seriousness in the background.
"Alright mother, I won't do it again. Happy?" Kidd rolled his eyes but grinned all the same. There was a certain sadness behind that grin though, a ghost of their past showing itself once again, just briefly. It was all too subtle for anyone else to spot. "Go out and enjoy the festivities, don't worry about me, I'm fine."
"Nah, they're all winding down now anyway. The excitement dissipated after (Y/N) left."
"There is something about her that screams adventure," Loki said, thinking back to their kiss.
"You're already on one, how much more adventure do you need in your life?" Kidd laughed before playfully kicking Loki.
"One can never have enough."
"Evidently."
"Shut up."
"Just don't fuck this one up mate, it's a delicate line."
"I know, thank you." Loki stood up, signalling that it was Kidd's time to go. He mirrored his captain, before hugging him closely. "I've got your back."
"And I've got yours." Kidd concluded. A laugh erupted from outside after a massive crash occurred. "That'll be the first unconscious. I'd better go make sure whoever it is is all right." Loki nodded, showing him out. Then he was alone, yet again, with an unconcious girl in the next room and God knows how many unconscious shipmates. He looked once again at the pile of letters from his mother, dating back years. One day he would reply to them. But not tonight.
Tonight he must sleep, and be thankful that he wasn't shot in the back of the head hours before. And tonight he must plan where they were going to next, which chartered course he may now take because of his extra chance at life.
Summery: Y/N begins to get to know the crew and reconnects with an old friend
The transition into sea life was difficult. Loki was a hard captain but fair. Y/N learned that the first mate is Wanda Maximoff who Loki trusted with her life. Wanda and Loki had started the crew together but no one would share the circumstances.
Wanda had recruited Monica Rambo, when the two went looking for crew members, Monica had helped Wanda seek revenge for her husband Vision's death. The organization Monica formerly worked for attempt to turn him into a brainwashed weapon caused him to die.
The three were soon joined by Carol Danvers who was on the run for hiding her identity in order to join the navy. She posed as a man and when she was discovered she escaped and was found by the at the time small crew.
Darcy was a familiar face for Y/N they had grown up together when Darcy's mother worked for Y/N's family. Darcy wanted out of that life and had left. Y/N had always been envious of her escape.
The medic was Stephen Strange, he was recruited, when Wanda had been stabbed in a raid, fortunately he was aboard the ship. Loki made a deal with him that she would let him live as long as he ensured that Wanda lived. With how quick Wanda recovered it was easy for Loki to make the decision to allow Stephen to be a part of the crew
The rest of the crew was Yelena Belova Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, Natasha and Yelena were orphans raised to be weapons, but Clint had helped them escape and they went on the run.
Y/N was placed under Darcy in helping her with her duties, but Darcy never made her do much.
"Hey, how are you holding up?" Darcy asked.
"Honestly this is way better than the situation I was in before," Y/N responded. "I always envied you for leaving because you were able to."
"Well I didn't exactly leave by choice."
"I'm sorry," Y/N paused looking out to the sea, "I never thanked you for sticking up for me."
"I know you would have done the same."
"In a heartbeat."
"It's nice having my best friend back."
"I agree but who knows for how long, I'm only a temporary hostage until your Captain decides she wants the reward money."
"Trust me, she won't give you up. She hates the royals, you can't tell her I told you but she's just trying to make you sweat," Darcy assured Y/N, "And use it as a threat to keep you from pissing her off." She laughed.
"Good to know, do you ever miss home?"
"At first but after I returned to find out my mom had died, there was nothing more to miss. Honestly I kinda assumed you forgot about me."
"Never, who else was supposed to get me into trouble," Y/N laughed.
"HEY!" Loki's voice rang out.
"Case in point," Y/N whispered.
"I didn't keep you here to socialize Princess!" Loki said spitting out the word princess.
"No you've kept me here for reward money! So go on bring me back to shore and collect your reward! I'm sure my brother and that arrogant dick I am to marry put a hefty price for my return! So go on then bring me back like the object that you and they so clearly think I am!" Y/N shouted.
Loki was taken aback from Y/N's response. No one had ever dared to shout at her like that. The rest of the crew was staring at their Captain waiting for her to respond.
Loki moved in close to Y/N's face speaking so only she could hear, "If you ever dare speak to me like that again I will throw you overboard do you understand!"
Y/N nodded as Loki took a step back smoothing back her hair. "EVERYONE BACK TO WORK!" She shouted sending everyone in a frenzy to do their duties. "We dock in the morning for supplies."
Here is a concept that kept me awake last night(along with a minor mental breakdown but hey that's neither here nor there)
Pirate au
Not just that but Loki Pirate au
Not just that but Captain Loki Pirate au
BUUUUUUUUUT Not just that
Captain Lady Loki Pirate Au
I swoon
The Dread Pirate Mischief kidnaps the runaway princess in hopes for the reward money. The Princess is upset that dirty pirate scum have taken her, but! the captain reveals her face and she is gorgeous. (Not that she will admit it right away!) Lady Loki plans to take the princess back to claim the reward money and maybe legal immunity? But she figures why not take her time make the princess sweat. That was the captains first mistake! She begins to get to know the princess and what her icy heart is melting as she opens up to the princess! Who would have guessed! And the princess is running away from an arranged marriage to a shitty man she doesn't love! I gasp! So then feelings are bared and the two share a passionate kiss! And wait what is this? An angsty moment pulling the two apart because The Dread Pirate Mischief just absolutely can not fall in love so she returns the princess home breaking both of their hearts but then the captains right hand man The Oaf Pirate Thor talks some sense into the fearsome captain and she returns to the land running the risk of imprisonment, but she doesn't care! Because a life without her princess is a prison sentence in itself it is worse than death! So is she sneaky about this hell fucking no! She bursts through the church doors and interrupts the wedding just before the I dos! And the princess's face lights up, but she is still mad at the captain for abandoning her! But she hates the man she is to marry so she lifts her dress and runs! the two run and run and run! And they finally make it to the ship and....
