Summary: Loki is finally able to show his true self to you
A/N: This was submitted to me by my friend Lis and I am happy to host it. This is the first time she has written a fanfic; but she did a fantastic job on this! Please support her and leave lots of love!
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10 years ago:
“Come on Y/N, once more, show me your fondest memory,” Queen Frigga demanded.
You tried to focus but your brain was fried after hours of training. Your H/C lay in two boxer braids on your shoulders, held together with intertwining green ribbons. Your brow furrowed and you inhaled sharply as you felt the well known power stir. It didn’t shoot out as it usually did; the projection still appeared though.
It was the vaguest overlay of snow on Asgard; the crunching of snow beneath boots could be heard faintly. It was paper thin however and you could see the palace garden through the projection. The memory faded soon and you exhaled deeply.
“All right, I think that’s enough for now. I’ll see you at the gardens tomorrow, don’t be late,” Queen Frigga boomed.
You quickly nodded and ran off towards your quarters in the castle. You were a princess by blood, although you weren’t exactly a girly-girl. You preferred warrior training, or training your powers with the Queen over tending to your hair and make-up each morning.
You kept running; not really looking where you were going. You were simply too excited, and wanted to tell Sif how your training session had gone. You saw a large shadow appear in your peripheral but you couldn’t respond in time. Before you could react; you felt yourself flush against something solid, something metal, and something muscular?
Oh crap. You looked up very slowly to see two faces staring at you, one pair of green eyes and one pair of blue. The princes of Asgard; their gaze transfixed on your hands that were on their respective breast plates. You quickly dropped your hands to your sides and dropped into a small curtsey, you green gown flowing on the floor, and your face flushed.
“My princes, I-I’m so sorry, I did not see you there.”
Thor looked at you and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.
“We noticed that, look out next time,” Loki murmured.
You were blushing by now, “I’m really sorry, my princes. I’ll leave you alone with the queen no…”
“Hang on, that is your apology?” Loki asked, looking a bit confused, one eyebrow raised at you. He tuts, shaking his head, “that won’t do…. how about-“ He lets an awkward pause fall, his index finger resting on his chin, deep away in thought. His icy blues staring into the garden and straight through you.
It took quite some time and by now you had assumed the worst. Maybe a weekend in the dungeons, cleaning the stables or worst of all: being Loki’s personal assistant. Meaning you’d have to be near him at all times; unless he was sleeping or going to the bathroom.
“You can explain to us what you were doing with our Mother,” Loki finished.
You looked up confused, but quickly masked it with small smile.
You nodded, “as you wish. I was practicing using my powers; I don’t fully understand them yet; making them harder to control. Queen Frigga was so kind as to help me better my powers. Maybe use it for good later on,” you ended in a soft whisper.
Thor was smiling, “Well, Lady- I’m sorry what was your name again?”
Loki smirked and answered before you had the chance to answer, “it’s Y/N. Mother just said it a minute ago brother, are you really that daft?” He sneered.
Thor grimaced, “Always so rough with words, Brother. It’s kinder to ask than to say it without her granting you permission to use it. Anyway, Lady Y/N, I’m sure Mother will be able to help you. She managed to help Loki even though Father and I always thought he was a hopeless case. You know, not having the warrior physique and all that.”
Did he really just say that? Thor could be so brutal sometimes when it concerned his brother. Lady Sif had told her about it, knowing how it hurt Loki, even if he won’t admit it. You steal a quick glance at Loki. Sure enough, she saw pain hidden in those emerald eyes at Thor’s harsh words.
He quickly masked it with a massive smirk and a loud smack to Thor’s arm, “says the man who couldn’t pronounce the name of his weapon until he came of age.”
Thor groans, “it’s was a tough set of syllables alright. Stop discussing it with every third person you meet.’’
Loki grinned. You cleared your throat, referring the attention back to you.
“Is that all you require, Prince Loki and Prince Thor? I would like to retire for the day; using my powers to this extent has exhausted me.”
Loki looks at you and he gives you a faint smile, “that will be all for now, Lady Y/N. Though I’d love to know more about your powers and how you came to be here on Asgard.”
You smiled, “you know where to find me, your majesty.” With that, you quickly picked up the bottom hem of your dress and quickly disappeared into the palace.
“See you around, Lady Y/N,” Thor called after you.
You went off to find your cousin Sif, maybe she could help you figure out the brothers, since she knew Thor so well. You didn’t see the two piercing green eyes that followed your every step.
“Brother? Why are you smiling like that?” Thor asked getting suspicious. “Did you replace my cape with a curtain again?”
Loki laughs, short and deep, “No brother, not today,” he said with a glint in his eye.
“Ah, it must be because of Lady Y/N then,” Thor reasons.
“It’s not, and this conversation has now ended. Let’s go. It’s time for dinner,” he sneers.
“Of course brother,” Thor said, knowing by Loki’s reaction, he had touched upon the truth.
5 years later:
After that day, you and Loki kept getting closer. Sif and Thor were afraid at first that Loki might hurt you. They stopped worrying when they saw how much Loki cared for you and how you seemed to improve his mood and behavior whenever you’d come by. You could even project Loki’s fondest memories for him. Digging painlessly into his memory and showing him happier times; playing with Thor when he was younger and learning from Frigga, and of course, meeting you.
What you hadn’t expected was that he’d also come to you when he was extremely upset or angry. He would storm inside and pin your wrists in one hand, his eyes flaring, he would be towering over you. His actions fierce and threatening but his eyes would betray him. They would be glazed over, tears threatening to fall at any moment, in the corner of his eyes.
You knew he wouldn’t just tell you what was wrong; he was too proud for that. He didn’t want you to view him as weak. So, you would softly release your hands from his grasp and put your fingers on his temples. Using you powers to get to the root of the pain, projecting it in front of you both. You power surged as you felt the heaviness of this particular memory, not good. The projection was vivid and in bright color. Seems your training with the prince and the Queen had strengthened your powers, after all.
The projection was of Odin, telling Loki how he never truly belonged in Asgard, telling him of his true heritage, you saw Loki’s skin change color and his lovely green eyes turning into a deep crimson. It scared you but you weren’t going to let that show.
“Oh, Loki,” You said instead, your finger brushing his jawline gently. “I’m so sorry that happened to you; I will never betray you, I promise. I won’t run away. You’re not a monster and I could never be afraid of you. I’ll be here for you, always.”
He looked up at you, “Thank you Y/N; that means a lot right now.” He said softly, the breaking of his voice exposing his true feelings. Loki laid his head against yours whilst you placed your hand in his hair, rubbing it softly, using the other hand to wipe away the tears that fell.
“It’ll be alright, I promise,” You repeated to him until he finally believed it too.
You managed to keep him on the straight and narrow. Every waiver of his morale, you would set him straight. You took him for frequent trips to Midgard, where you had fallen in love with the forests, loving to roam and explore them freely, especially when you knew no one was watching. Loki’s gaze would be fixed on you and your childish enjoyment of nature but finding it endearing as well. You even took him to Jotunheim once; though it hurt him too much to face his past like that.
You were the one that convinced him you two should join the Avengers. His illusions and your projections would prove to be very useful for them. Whether it was for distracting enemies or confusing them; and maybe mentally torture them with rough memories from their past. You two were a dream team.
Loki trusted you fully and knowing he never had to explain himself when he was around you, was a very calming thought. But the latest projection when you touched him, concerned you. It was Loki, sitting on an icy throne, scepter in hand, with blue skin and deep crimson eyes. Loki had refused to show you his true form, arguing that you had seen enough already. You decided to drop the subject, for now.
Present:
It was finally here. The winter. You had always loved the winter; it reminded you of family, friends and coziness in general. Sadly, not everyone in the Stark tower shared your enthusiasm. Steve and Bucky got some minor PTSD whenever they’d be hit with snowballs or when they had to go through a snowstorm. Clint and Natasha would spend it together, ice skating, and drinking hot chocolate. Very cozy but also very secluded, away from the tower. Tony preferred to stay and work on ways to keep the tower and himself warm; you thought that was what a sweater and thick coat were for, but whatever.
You refrained from pulling Bruce into the snowball fights after the big guy showed up and used his arms as a snowplow, throwing a blizzard over the entire team last year. You skipped over to Loki’s chambers and gave three soft knocks.
“Who is it?”
“Thor,” you joked, talking in your deepest voice.
“Not up for it,” came the reply.
You smirked, “It’s me, you doofus.”
“Hello Love,” Loki replied. He transported you into his room and he stood in front of you.
“I have something to show you,” you smiled.
“Oh? What sort of thing?” He asked, a dark glint in his eye.
“Not that kind of thing. Oh stop pouting, you’ll like this surprise,” you promised, producing a blindfold from your back. “But, you’ll have to trust me fully and promise not to peek.”
Loki perked up, a smirk gracing his lips, “oh, darling are you sure we’re not thinking of the same thing?” He grinned.
You sighed and waited for him to calm down before saying, “come on, Loki; close your eyes. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Loki sighed, “Fine, but if this is a trick, you’ll regret it later.”
You felt a shiver going down your spine, that stupid voice of his. You hated and loved the control it could take over you. You slipped the blindfold over his head, keeping his hair from being caught between the strings. Next, you grabbed his hand and swung your left arm around his waist. He had no clue for how long you guys had walked until you finally pulled off the blindfold.
Loki squinted, his eyes adjusting to the bright light outside, before gasping in awe at the scene in front of him. You had led him into the middle of the forest. All the trees were frosted with snow, icicles hanging down rocks, reflecting the light and the small lake that was there was frozen over. No sign of any disturbance except for the boot prints you both left in the snow. It was a place that exuded serenity.
Loki stared at you for a long time. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks at his intense stare and gathered your thoughts before you spoke.
“I remembered when I projected that memory of you in Jotunheim, in a frozen kingdom. I wanted to show you that you don’t need to go to there to experience the beauty of ice and snow; it’s right here and it won’t just disappear. Neither will I. Show me your true form, Loki,” you said softly, fascinated as you saw his skin change to the same frosted color the ice was. Small ridges tracing his sharp face and arms. His eyes were the last to change into a deep crimson.
Loki held his breath and kept his hands to his side as he waited for your next move. You smiled, stepping forward, tracing the figures on his skin with your finger.
“Beautiful,” you whispered.
Loki released the breath he’d been holding, feeling relief wash over him. He quickly placed his hand in your hair before you could protest, and pulled you towards him. He kissed you deeply, intimately, putting all his feelings for you into the kiss. He kept holding you close and tugged on you gorgeous long H/C hair.
When you broke apart you were both out of breath. You started chuckling making Loki look up.
“What’s so funny?” He asked, feeling ridiculed. Hearing the anger behind his words, you placed your hand on his cheek.
You looked into his eyes and smiled, “this whole situation. How we met and how we learned to trust each other. How you’ve finally revealed your true form to me, after all this time. How you match the ice so beautifully, my prince. Most of all; how fate made our stories intertwine. I love you Loki.” You breathed against his lips, “All of you.”
Loki’s eyes turned back to their lovely green hue and he smiled, kissing you softly, “and I you, my princess.”
