Omg, could you please do a Loki story where Jotuns are basically space penguins, so now Loki has a crush on you and is frantically and meticulously looking for the perfect pebble to give you while Thor just watches and laughs.
The Pebble and the Frost Giant
Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)
Summary: Loki is trying to deny his feelings for you so he doesn't ruin your friendship but when he passes an area filled with pebbles and small rocks, he's unable to resist the urge to bring one back for you and tell you he loves you.
A/N: OMG! This is the cutest ask ever, I literally had to write it the second I got it. Most of the time it takes a week or so for me to get an idea from an ask but this one was pretty instant. Thank you so much for sending this, I really hope you like it! 💚
Also, I absolutely love the movie The Pebble and the Penguin! If anyone hasn't seen it, you should! 🐧
"Come on brother," Thor pats Loki on the knee and the younger prince looks up from his book in annoyance.
"I'm not going," Loki resumes reading as if Thor isn't there.
The older Asgardian sighs, "We've got at least an hour until the jet takes off. Let's go down by the water."
"I'm perfectly fine here," he licks his finger before flipping the page. Thor grins and pulls the book from his brother's grasp. "Give it back you oaf!"
"Just twenty minutes," Thor holds the book over his head.
"This trick worked much better when we were children and you towered over me," the younger prince easily reaches up to grip the book.
Before Loki can pull it free from his brother's grasp, Thor yanks it back and tosses it to the ground at their feet. "This is uncalled for," Loki bends to pick up the book but suddenly falls back, landing hard on the jet floor with a grunt.
"Is there a problem?" Thor asks with a smirk.
"No," Loki looks down at Mjolnir as it rests on top of his book. He stands, flicking his hand to produce a second book from his pocket dimension in a haze of green smoke. "I'll just read this-"
Thor chuckles as he pulls the book free from Loki a second time.
"Seriously?" The God of Mischief asks with a defeated sigh.
"Twenty minutes on the beach and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," Thor offers.
"For the rest of the week," Loki counters.
"Fine," the God of Thunder agrees and Loki's second book vanishes as the two brothers step out of the jet.
Thor and Loki walk down by the water in silence, the older Asgardian's eyes drift up towards the clouds floating by while Loki scans the beach in boredom. He looks down to check his watch when he's suddenly distracted by a small pile of tide polished stones ahead of him. Without thinking, he leaves his brother's side and begins walking towards them.
"Where are you going?" Thor asks but Loki doesn't answer. He's too focused on the scattered rocks in front of him.
He kneels down, picking up a stone from the top of the pile, looking at it closely then tossing it to the side. "No," Loki mumbles to himself as he picks up a second then a third rock. "No," he shakes his head as he examines each for a few seconds.
"Loki," Thor comes closer, standing over his younger brother as he discards a handful of stones. Without a word, Loki gets up and moves to a nearby pile. "Okay seriously, what are you doing?"
"None of these are good," Loki answers, dusting his sand covered hands on his pants.
"They're rocks," Thor chuckles, amused by his brother's sudden obsession.
"Yes but there has to be one here that's good enough," Loki says. "Not just good, no, it needs to be perfect," he adds in a quieter tone.
"You're not making any sense," he follows the younger prince to yet another pile. "Perfect for what?"
"For who," Loki responds vaguely.
Thor thinks as he follows his brother along the beach, trying figure out who Loki is referring to. To say he has few friends is an understatement, there's really only one person who even comes to mind. "Do you mean Y/N?" Thor asks.
Loki nods, his attention stolen away by an almost perfect stone. Almost isn't good enough though, he thinks as he tosses it towards the water in frustration.
"Why do you need to find one for Y/N?" Thor asks as Loki sits on the sand and picks up a handful of rocks, throwing each away one at a time. "Does she collect rocks? I've heard some Midgardians do that. I wonder if that's more interesting than collecting stamps like Jane does?"
Loki doesn't answer this time, too lost in what he's doing, what he needs to do. I have to find it, he thinks. I don't have time for Thor and his ridiculous line of questions. It doesn't matter if he understands why, Norns I don't even understand why but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is finding Y/N the perfect stone. It can't be too big or too small, the size of her palm should work. It can't be broken, no cracked edges or holes, that won't do either. It needs to be perfect because- his frantic thoughts are cut off by his brother shouting.
"Norns! I know what you're doing," he stands over his brother who shifts to stay out of his shadow.
"I doubt that," Loki says without looking up from the stones in his hand. Because I don't know what I'm doing, he thinks.
"You're in love with Y/N," the older god announces when Loki gets up again to continue down the beach.
"Don't be absurd," Loki denies the truth he hides from everyone including you as he kneels down and begins the process of picking up each stone in the new pile one at a time.
"You are!" Thor laughs excitedly. "This is a Jotun thing."
"What Jotun thing?" Loki looks up at his brother.
"I know this! I read about it when we were younger," Thor says then sighs as he thinks. "I can't remember the technical term for it but when Jotun men are in love, they bring their potential partner a stone as like a proposal."
"What?" Loki asks as he sits in the sand and looks up at his brother. He had never heard of this tradition before now but he also knows very little about his Jotun heritage. When he was a child, frost giants scared him terribly so he never studied them. Now that he knows the truth, he is almost too afraid to learn what horrid tales about them were accurate and which were only made up stories.
"Penguins on Midgard do it too," Thor continues excitedly as he remembers what he read centuries ago. "Ahh! Pebbling, that's what they call it. You're pebbling, you can't help it, it's like an instinct Jotun's have."
"That's ridiculous Thor. I'm not pebbling, or whatever you want to call it, because I'm not in love with-" Loki tries to argue with his brother but the words die as he finally finds it. The perfect stone for the most perfect woman on Midgard, Loki thinks as he turns it over in his hand. Norns help me, my brother is right and I'm not sure I'll be able to hide my feelings for her any longer.
Loki opens your office door after knocking and you get up from your desk as soon as he steps inside. "Hi," you greet him happily, meeting him in the middle of the room. "Welcome back."
"Thank you," he smiles when you wrap your arms around him. "I'm glad to be back," Loki says but what he really means is that he's glad to be back with you.
You rest your head on his chest and his hands settle on your back, holding you tightly to him. You could stay in his arms forever and sometimes you think Loki might let you. He doesn't let go first, he never does.
"You know you spoil me with these hugs," you tell him and he chuckles. "You're going to make me think I'm special cause I'm the only person that gets them."
He rubs your back lightly with one hand, "You are special."
You blush and slowly drop your arms, taking a step away from him. You don't want to let go but if he keeps talking like that, you're afraid you'll do something stupid like kiss him.
Loki's heart pounds in his chest when he catches a glimpse of your blush despite your best efforts to hide it. "I have something for you," he says, clearing his throat.
"You do? You didn't have to do that," you tell him as a smile spreads across your face. You can't help but feel excited by the idea that Loki thought of you while he was away. He never brought anything back for you before.
"It's nothing big," he says with a shrug, "It's actually probably stupid." This was a bad idea, he thinks. How could I possibly think she would accept a silly rock and suddenly be mine? I never should have listened to my idiot brother. Loki puts his hand in his coat pocket, running his thumb over the flat edge anxiously.
"I'm sure it's not stupid," you tell him, putting your hand on his arm. "What is it?"
He sighs and you can tell he's nervous which you find both adorable and interesting. You've never seen him act so unsure of himself and it really makes you want to hug him again.
He pulls a palm sized flat stone out of his pocket. It's perfectly circular and a pale gray with a hint of a blue when it catches the light. "I found it on the beach while we were waiting for the jet," he tries to steady his hand when you take it. He knows it's just a simple rock but the Jotun part of him is truly desperate for you to accept it, to accept him.
You smile and take it from him, bringing it close so you can study the smooth stone, "Loki it's so pretty."
"Really?" he asks in disbelief.
"Yeah," you nod quickly, your eyes still on the gift as you walk over to the window and turn it on the light. "Oh, look! it sparkles in the sun," you giggle.
He breaths a sigh of relief and walks over to you. "You like it?"
"I love it," you reach up and kiss the god's cheek lightly without thinking. "I'm sorry," you apologize quickly but when you look up at Loki you're completely surprised by his reaction.
His cheeks redden and he smiles. "It's quite alright," he tells you, his eyes never leaving yours.
You giggle, suddenly feeling even more nervous than you would have if Loki had seemed uncomfortable with the kiss and take a step away from him. Turning your back to him, you move to your desk but you can feel him following you, "I'm gonna keep it right here so I can see it when I miss you." You place the stone in between a photo of your friends and a mug your nephew made you.
"You miss me?" he asks.
"Yeah... when you're away on missions," you suddenly worry this conversation is going to lead to you accidentally telling your friend you love him if you don't figure out how to keep your mouth shut.
"I miss you when I'm gone too," Loki moves a bit closer to you until he's right behind you.
You turn to face him again, "Really?" You can't help but not believe him. For months you've been hoping he might care for you the way you care for him but its been so difficult to get past all of his walls.
He nods, "Always Y/N. The second the jet takes off, I start counting down the minutes until I can see you again."
Now it's your turn to blush deeply when he reaches out to take your hand. When you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, you suddenly get enough to courage to open up a bit more. "I try to plan my meetings around when I know you'll be back," you tell him. "This way I'm free to see you as soon as your home."
He chuckles and cups your cheek, "I would storm in here even if you were in a meeting with Fury just for one of your hugs."
You giggle knowing he's not lying.
"Y/N," he says, "Since we're being honest, I need to tell you one more thing." You bite your lip but the way he smiles relaxes you instantly. "I want to be more than just your friend, I want to take you on a date." I want you to be mine because I love you, he almost adds but he doesn't want to scare you away.
You're unable to form any words at first, looking up at Loki nodding which causes him to laugh a little nervously. "I'm not sure if that's a yes," he says.
"Yes!" you finally find your words but then they flow a little too freely. "I love y-" you stop and correct yourself hoping he won't notice your slip. "I would love to go out with you."
He strokes your cheek gently, moving closer to you as he puts his other hand on your lower back. "That's not what you were going to say," he smirks, the confident Loki you know returning swiftly.
You shake your head and bite your lip, suddenly losing your nerve.
"Fine, I'll go first," his lips are inches from yours. "I am hopelessly in love with you darling."
As soon as the words leave Loki's lips, you press your lips to his, closing your eyes and gripping the fabric on the back of his jacket. He kisses you back and when you finally break the kiss and chuckles, kissing your nose lightly. "Go on, say it," he smiles, holding you close.
You giggle, "I love you too, Loki."
A few weeks later, you walk with Natasha and Wanda through Central Park on the way back from lunch. You nod as you listen to Wanda complain about Tony, agreeing with her when you accidentally kick a rock on the path in front of you. You stop to take a look at it and smile.
"What are you doing?" Nat asks as you bend down for a closer look.
"I don't know, I just thought this one looked cool," you tell them.
"The rock?" Wanda asks.
"Yeah," you pick it up and turn it over in your hand. It's not very large but the rough stone is heart shaped and such a deep gray it's almost black. "I think Loki might like it."
"You two are so weird," Nat laughs.
You smile and put it in your pocket, "That's why we're such a cute couple."
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Warnings: Manipulative Loki, stepfather x stepdaughter, Smut
Y/N tore her gaze from the pages of her book, which had her completely mesmerized, when a muffled sound caught her attention. Footsteps. They were approaching her hiding place. The blood rushed in her ears as she wished desperately that the person would just pass by. All she wanted was peace and quiet.
Her gaze slid involuntarily to the window, through which she saw one of the Chitauri fly by. She hated these creatures, these intruders, more than she could ever have expressed. They seemed to be inexorably increasing in number ever since Loki had defeated the Avengers. No one knew what had happened to the heroes. They had disappeared without a trace.
"Y/N?"
The velvety voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. Her breath hitched as goose bumps spread over her body like a wave. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from making a sound, no matter how strong the urge.
Finally, after seemingly endless seconds, she heard the footsteps moving away. Relieved, she let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Carefully, she pushed the curtain aside a little and took a look outside. The air was clear.
She rose from the windowsill with renewed determination. She wanted to return to her room as quickly as possible. But before she left, she turned back to the window and drew the curtains to hide any trace of her presence.
"I knew you'd be here."
The words were breathed softly, almost like a promise, and yet they seemed to ring like thunder in the silence. Y/N flinched, her breath catching. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she turned around.
"Your Majesty," she murmured with a forced calm as she bowed slightly.
Loki stepped closer, his steps soundless, his mischievous grin treacherous. "So formal ... Yet we are family, aren't we?" He gestured casually with his hands between them, as if the connection was natural.
Y/N's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting. "Nothing makes you my family just because my mother was forced to marry you."
"She seemed quite willing when she was in my bed last night," Loki said with a self-satisfied smirk that emphasized his arrogance.
Y/N's eyes narrowed in anger, her voice icy cold as she retorted, "You're disgusting." Without another glance, she turned to leave. But before she could take a single step, she felt Loki's hand grab her. With a relentless tug, he pulled her against him, her back pressed against his hard chest.
"Don't pretend you don't want it too..." he whispered against her ear, his voice a dark, silky promise. He paused, his breath warm on her skin. "If it helps you: I would have taken you as my wife if I'd known you existed."
His lips touched her neck, little more than a gentle graze, but the effect was like an electric shock. An uncontrollable tremor ran through her body as she desperately tried to maintain control of her breathing.
"Who said I would want you?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but her words carried a brash challenge that betrayed her trembling resolve.
Loki's grin deepened, his eyes sparkling with sinister amusement. Without a word, he pushed his body closer to hers until she could feel the immovable hardness of his chest. His fingers slid slowly, like a snake, around her neck. He exerted no pressure - he didn't need to. The mere gesture was enough to demonstrate his absolute control.
His lips drew close to her ear, his every movement deliberately slow, as if to force her to endure every moment of his nearness. "You can lie, little mortal," he whispered, his voice a dangerous, velvety promise, "but your body betrays you. The way you moan my name ... in the darkness of your room ... when you think you're alone."
His words burned like fire on her skin. She gasped for air, unable to quell the flood of shame and anger that raged inside her. His breath brushed across her neck, warm and seductive as he deliberately kept the distance between his lips and her skin agonizingly small.
"You can deny it all you want," he continued, his fingers a touch firmer but still controlled, "but I hear it. I see it." A dangerous smile played around his lips as he paused to savor her reaction. "And deep down, you know you're mine."
Her heart was racing, every instinct inside her was screaming to flee - and yet she stood frozen. Her voice failed, her words caught in her throat.
His free hand slid slowly over her stomach, each movement deliberate and agonizingly gentle. She paused there for a moment before it moved on, its fingertips brushing over her skin almost mockingly. Finally, he placed them on her hips and pulled her relentlessly closer until her ass pressed firmly against his pelvis.
A soundless, barely audible moan escaped her lips, which she could not suppress despite her best efforts. Her thoughts were a mess, but the unmistakable hardness of his desire pressing against her made her control falter.
"Why don't you take what you want, princess?" His voice was a dangerous whisper, low yet piercing, like a hunter challenging his prey.
The words seeped into her consciousness like a poison, sweet and fatal. His breath brushed warmly over her neck as his hand paused on her hip, firm enough to feel her skin but not firm enough to actually hold her - as if inviting her to take the next step.
Y/N bit her lower lip, struggling to control her breathing, which was getting heavier by the moment. She hated him. She hated his arrogance, his matter-of-factness - and yet there was something about him that threw her off balance every time.
"Maybe..." she began softly, her voice just a breath, but she forced herself not to let him get the upper hand. "...Because I don't want something that's already tainted."
A shadow flitted across Loki's face before his usual smug grin returned. His hand on her hip pulled her even closer until not even a breath could fit between them.
"Spoiled?" He let the word hang in the air, almost tasting it before repeating it as if it amused him. "If that's the case, then I wonder why you're trembling, princess."
His hand on her neck moved slightly, barely noticeably, and yet his every touch seemed like a blow to her self-control. His thumb stroked gently over the sensitive skin on the side of her neck, a mixture of threat and enticement.
"Go ahead and lie to yourself," he murmured, his lips so close to her ear that she could feel the tickle of his breath. "But your body speaks a language I understand very well."
His grip loosened for a moment, as if to give her space - only to pull her against him again, his movement slower this time, more pleasurable. There was no haste in his actions, just an absolute awareness of his power over her.
"So?" he whispered, his voice low and velvety. "Are you going to keep playing, Princess, or are you finally going to be honest?"
Y/N pressed her lips together, her hands clenched into fists. She wanted to say something back, wanted to push him back, laugh at him - but none of that happened. Instead, she cursed the traitorous trembling that ran through her body.
Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The warmth of his body still burned against her skin, but she forced herself to regain control. Her fingers lifted slowly, gently, and settled over his, still resting loosely around her neck. Her touch was unexpected, almost tender, and a small spark of amusement flickered in his eyes.
"Maybe you're right," she whispered, her voice soft, almost a breath, but with an undertone that captured his attention. Her fingers stroked his, her movements careful, almost like a game. "My body does speak a language, Loki."
For a moment, she let the tension between them grow, making him believe that he had broken it. Then, with a deft movement, she twisted his hand and took a quick step out of his grasp. Surprise flickered briefly in his eyes, but before he could react, she pushed him against the wall.
Their bodies were still dangerously close, her chest brushing his torso as she leaned forward. Her eyes sparkled, a dangerous mix of anger and something she hardly dared admit to herself. "But you made a mistake, Loki," she said softly, her voice firmer now, but not without a hint of challenging sensuality.
He laughed softly, a dark, vibrating sound that seemed to echo through her whole body. "A mistake?" His lips twisted into an amused smirk, though she noticed his breathing was a little heavier. "I'm curious, princess. Enlighten me."
Instead of flinching, she leaned even closer to him, her lips inches from his. Her hand pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth and quiet strength that lay beneath. "You think you can control me," she whispered, her voice now a seductive hiss, "but I'm not like the others."
Loki lowered his head slightly until his lips almost touched hers. "Oh, I know you're not like the others," he murmured, his voice low and velvety as his hand slowly sought out her hip and lingered there. "That's exactly why you're so ... fascinating."
Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, her breathing heavy and uneven. She wanted to back away, to push him, to ridicule him - but her body betrayed her again. Her knees felt weak as his touch chased a cursed heat through her.
He noticed, of course. His grin widened, darkened. "Look," he whispered, his voice like a sensual promise as his thumb stroked the sensitive curve of her waist. "You fight me so much, princess. But here -" He slid his hand over her hip, just firmly enough to set her nerves on fire, "- your body has long been mine."
But this time she didn't let him get away with it. With a sudden jerk, she pressed him harder against the wall, her thigh pressed lightly against his, a gesture that radiated as much self-confidence as defiance.
"And yet here I am," she whispered, her lips against his ear, her voice now infused with honeyed hardness. "Still myself. Still free. And if anyone here is mesmerized, Loki, it's you."
Y/N felt the crackle in the air between them, a dangerous mixture of anger, defiance and something she didn't dare name. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to keep her composure, her voice clear and firm.
"Maybe you should find someone easier to control," she said with a sarcastic smile, her eyes sparkling defiantly. She straightened up, wanting to turn away, wanting to show him that she was stronger, that she wouldn't be part of his game.
But she didn't get far.
Before she could take a step, she felt his hand grab her hip, strong and demanding. He pulled her back, with an effortless strength that took her breath away. In one fluid, unrelenting moment, she was pressed against him again, her hands on his chest to keep him at a distance - but this time he gave her no room.
"And yet," Loki murmured, his voice a low, raspy whisper, "you're not leaving. Not really."
His words barely hung in the air before he acted. With a speed that caught her off guard, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. The kiss wasn't a cautious one, not a hesitant one-it was demanding, raw, engaging. His lips moved over hers, soft and relentless at the same time, as if he wanted to take a piece of her that she wasn't ready to give.
A soft, surprised sound escaped her and she wanted to fight back, wanted to push him away - but her body did not obey her. Instead, her hands buried themselves in the fabric of his tunic, as if she was looking for support while heat shot through her.
He felt it. Of course he did. His grip on her hip tightened, his other hand traveled to her neck in a slow, seductive motion, his fingers sliding through her hair, holding her where he wanted her.
When he released the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, time seemed to stand still. His eyes searched hers, full of triumph, but also something darker - a desire that went deeper than she had expected.
"Tell me, princess," he murmured, his voice little more than a raspy whisper as his thumbs stroked gently over her skin, "why are you fighting so hard against something you want as much as I do?"
Y/N's chest rose and fell violently, her breath coming in short bursts. She opened her mouth to say something, to hold something out to him that would shatter all his arrogance - but her words stuck. His grip, his closeness, the taste of his lips on hers - everything seemed to paralyze her.
"I ... I don't want anything from you," she finally pressed out, her voice weak, almost believable. But her trembling hands, still on his chest, betrayed her.
Loki smiled. It wasn't the smug grin she had seen so often, but something deeper, darker, that made her knees go weak again. "Go ahead and lie, little princess," he said softly as he brushed her cheek with a gentle, unexpectedly tender touch. "But don't forget - I see you. And I'm going to take what's been mine for a long time."
She wanted to say something back, wanted to curse him for his words, but he didn't give her a chance. He kissed her again, this time more slowly, more intensely, his lips playing with hers like a musician plucking the strings of an instrument. The world around them disappeared, and for a moment all she could feel was him - his heat, his strength, the way he made every one of her walls crumble.
Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding against her lips, and then flipped her over in one swift, fluid motion so that she was now pressed back against the cold wall. Her breathing was rapid as her hands clutched desperately at him, as if she could hold on to them to keep from losing herself in the heat of the moment. A voice screamed inside her, urging her to stop, but that voice grew fainter and fainter until it finally faded into the background. As his hands stroked her thighs slowly and firmly and he slid one leg between her trembling legs to spread them wider, the stream of sensations blotted out everything else. Nothing else mattered, only the fire he kindled in her.
Her mother's shrill, panicked voice brutally snapped her out of her trance, and in a jerky reflex she pushed Loki away from her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she turned quickly in the direction the call had come from, her senses still dazed by the moment. "Tonight you are mine," Loki whispered in her ear in an almost inaudible, seductive tone, just as her mother turned the corner. The words faded into the air, a final, dangerous breath. Y/N turned back to him with a thud, but he was gone, as if he had stolen away with the wind.
For the rest of the day, she tried desperately to distract herself, to escape her thoughts of him, but she couldn't do it. His words kept returning to her head like an incessant echo. His promise echoed inside her, and although she told herself to ignore it, she could not deny that the thought of him - of what he had said - awakened a strange but seductive impulse in her. At the same time, she realized that she must never act around him. She couldn't.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself and slowly lowered herself into the soothingly warm tub. The hot water enveloped her like a protective embrace, hoping to calm her confused thoughts and nervous shivers. But deep down, she knew that the god had already forgotten everything. It was just another of his countless games, to which he attached no importance whatsoever.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around her changed and Y/N opened her eyes, startled. Her breathing stopped when she saw Loki near her - on the edge of the tub, right next to her. Without warning, without a sound, he was there as if he had never been away.
"That's a delicious sight..." he said with a mischievous grin and scrutinized her with that dangerously tempting look that always gave the feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing. "Even though I was expecting you naked in bed."
Y/N pulled herself together, hastily trying to cover herself with the foam as she felt her cheeks heat up and an uncomfortably shy feeling rise inside her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling, but it was not a dismissive question, but one tinged with a mixture of curiosity and an inexplicable desire. Her gaze followed him as he rolled up his sleeve with almost casual elegance.
"What are you doing?" she repeated, her breathing quickening as she sensed the moment his hand disappeared into the water. A shiver ran over her body and she held her breath as his fingertips slid over her thigh. A soft, sighing sound escaped her as the warmth of his touch passed through her, a feeling she could no longer suppress.
Loki leaned closer and the sound of his breath on her ear made her body tremble involuntarily. "I always keep my promises," he whispered with a mixture of seduction and certainty. The words echoed in her head as his hand continued to move upwards, her self-control beginning to slip away. She knew she couldn't go back, that she wanted more, that there was no stopping her.
But then, hesitantly, she lifted her hand and closed her fingers around his wrist to stop him. Her touch was gentle but firm, and for a moment he paused, his eyes searching hers. "I don't want to be a game of yours..." she whispered, her voice soft, but the vulnerability and emphasis in it were unmistakable.
An amused but gentle smile played around his lips before he replied. "You would never be a game for your daddy," he replied in a low, confident tone that made her heart beat faster. His words carried an unspoken promise that made her shiver. Before she could say anything in reply, he leaned forward and let his lips move gently over the sensitive skin on her neck.
A shiver ran through her body as she felt his breath tickle her skin. She should have pushed him back, but the soft, demanding whisper of her body made her pause. She liked - more than she wanted to admit - what he called himself. Her daddy. Her grip on his wrist loosened involuntarily until her fingers finally slipped from him completely.
Loki, sensing the moment, let his hand slide further, his touch gentle, almost agonizingly slow. A tremor ran through her body as his fingertips finally brushed over her damp folds. The sensation made her moan softly, her head tilted back and she bit her lips to keep from speaking louder.
"My daddy..." it finally escaped her, a whispered, honest confession that surprised even herself.
"Princess," he breathed against her neck with a mixture of seduction and possessiveness, his warm voice a velvety promise. At that moment, he slid his finger resolutely inside her, a slow, demanding movement that made her arch her back reflexively. An uncontrolled moan escaped her lips, which she could no longer press together. The sweet sound of her pleasure caused a satisfied, dangerously seductive smile to appear on his lips.
Loki did not hesitate to seize the opportunity. He lowered his head and closed his lips around her sensitive nipple as his tongue gently circled it. The heat of his touch burned into her skin, and the combination of the deft movement of his fingers and the tender but demanding treatment of her breast made her tremble. Her head fell back, her senses dazed with desire.
His name formed silently on her lips as each stroke of his fingers and touch of his tongue drew her deeper into a maelstrom of sensations she could no longer escape.
Loki added a second finger in one fluid motion, the intensity of his touch making her gasp involuntarily. He skillfully curled his fingers inside her, searching for and finding the exact spot that made her tremble. Her thighs tensed, a quivering sound escaping her throat as the waves of desire rolled through her body.
As he continued to work her with skillful precision, he lowered his head again and his teeth brushed lightly over her hard, sensitive nipple. It was a delightful contrast of gentle pain and intense pleasure that drew her deeper into the moment. A rough, throaty sound escaped her and almost instinctively her hand shot up. Her fingers snaked into his dark, silky hair, holding him there as if to prevent him from breaking the contact.
Loki lifted his gaze briefly, his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement and triumph, before returning to his work. His name was unspoken on her lips as her body surrendered to him completely.
His thumb began to rub over her clit in a circular motion while his fingers thrust into her in a rougher, more demanding rhythm. The dual stimulation took Y/N's breath away, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Her fingers clutched at the edges of the tub, her knees trembling slightly as she felt the familiar pressure building deep inside her. She was so close, so damn close...
But it was precisely at this moment that Loki paused. Without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping quietly for air as the pent-up heat inside her throbbed painfully.
"What-" she began, her voice quivering with confusion and unquenched desire.
He grinned at her, that dangerously confident, slightly mocking expression that was so much his trademark. "It's time to show how much you want me," he said in a harsh, almost amused tone. His words left no room for doubt as he indicated his crotch with a short nod. The clear bulge in his trousers spoke a clear language and her stomach tightened with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation at the sight.
With trembling hands, she obeyed, her fingers sliding to the laces of his trousers. She undid them slowly, uncertainly, while her eyes wandered back and forth between his face and her task. Loki watched her every move with an intense gaze that almost pierced her, and a faint, amused smile twitched around his lips as she finally undid the last string.
"Show your daddy how good you can be," he murmured softly, his voice a husky whisper full of anticipation and seduction. His gaze was fixed on her, penetrating and unrelenting, as he slowly slid his pants down. With a smooth movement, he released his erection, and the sight made Y/N swallow involuntarily.
A quiet tremor ran through her body as she turned to face him. Her breathing was shallow, her hands rested unsteadily on her thighs, but the heat in his gaze melted her restraint. With a barely perceptible twitch of her lips, she slowly licked her lower lip, more out of instinctive reflex than calculation, but the satisfied look in his eyes told her that he noticed.
Slowly, she leaned forward, her movements cautious but full of determination. Her lips encircled the tip of his erection and a hot, salty taste spread across her tongue. She felt his muscles tense under her touch and a soft, guttural sound escaped him - a sign that she was having the right effect.
Y/N slowly let her lips slide further over him, taking more of him into her mouth as she struggled to keep control of her movements. Her tongue stroked his length, probing and exploring, and she felt his breathing sharpen, a soft, throaty sound escaping his chest. The knowledge that she was upsetting him like this stirred something in her, a desire to tease him even more.
Her hands found purchase on his hips, her fingers clawing lightly into his skin as she leaned deeper, taking in his rhythm. With each slow, rhythmic pull of her mouth, she could feel his tension growing, his muscles hardening under her touch.
"Good girl," Loki murmured in a husky voice, his hand moving to her head, his fingers gently burying themselves in her hair. He did not guide her, but the light pressure of his hand was a silent cue, encouraging her to continue. His words, so quiet and yet full of power, made her cheeks glow and her courage grow.
She intensified her efforts, letting her tongue linger on his most sensitive spot before picking up the rhythm again. Every pull of her lips, every touch of her tongue seemed to set off a wave of lust in him, and she felt his grip on her hair tighten. His breathing quickened and a soft, harsh laugh escaped him as he looked at her.
"You're exceptional..." he murmured, his tone a mixture of praise and possessiveness that made her want to try harder.
Y/N took a deep breath, gathered her courage and let her lips slide lower against him. She felt her throat tighten as she tried to take in more of him. His size filled her, and the slight burn of the unfamiliar was overridden by the overwhelming need to please him.
Loki watched her with a mixture of triumph and dark lust in his emerald eyes. His grip in her hair tightened slightly, a silent hint, and she followed him. Her movements became bolder, and she took him deeper until her lips almost touched the base of his erection.
"That's right, princess," he murmured in a rough voice as his fingers gripped her hair tighter. "Take everything from your daddy."
His words burned in her mind, stirring a desire that drove her onward. She pulled back slowly, letting her tongue glide over his length before taking him deep again, deeper this time. Her breathing became heavier, her eyes watered slightly, but she did not pause. The soft moan that escaped him was like praise, spurring her on.
Loki threw his head back slightly, his chest rising and falling faster as he seemed to lose control of his breathing. "You're a fast learner," he murmured with a dangerously satisfied smile.
With each pull of her lips, her pace became more confident, more rhythmic, and the slight trembling of his body revealed that she was pushing him to the edge of self-control. The heat between them was overwhelming, the connection between them electrifying as she drew him deeper into madness with every movement.
Y/N kept up the pace, her lips and tongue working in sync to give him more and more pleasure. Loki moaned deeply, a rough, guttural sound that unintentionally gave him away. His grip in her hair tightened, his movements more demanding as he gently guided her to do exactly what would drive him over the edge.
"That's it... that's it, my princess," he panted, his voice rough and laced with lust. His breathing quickened further, and Y/N could feel his body tense beneath her, his every muscle taut with anticipation.
With a final, hoarse sound, he lost control. His whole body shook as he climaxed deep inside her mouth. Y/N remained motionless, letting him experience it all without pulling back. Slowly, she pulled away from him, her lips sliding back carefully as she felt the taste on her tongue.
Loki leaned against the edge of the tub for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, a satisfied smile on his lips. But this moment did not last long. As soon as he had collected himself, he looked at her with an intense gaze, his eyes glowing with undisguised lust.
"You are incredible, my princess," he said softly, his tone a mixture of praise and demand. Then he began to undress slowly and deliberately. Piece by piece, he dropped the remaining layers of his clothing until his well-toned, flawless body was completely exposed.
Y/N's eyes followed his every movement, and she couldn't help but feel the heat growing inside her as he joined her in the tub. The warm water lapped at his skin as he approached her. His hands slid under the water to her hips, pulling her gently but firmly towards him.
"Now it's your turn, my love," he whispered, leaning forward to seal her lips in a demanding kiss. His hands roamed, exploring her body as the water began to splash around them as he moved to continue the pleasure that had just begun.
Loki pulled Y/N closer to him, his hands sliding over her curves under the water, demanding and gentle at the same time, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her body. His lips broke away from hers and traveled down to her neck, leaving hot, demanding kisses on her skin as the water lapped around them in gentle waves.
"I will take you, princess," he murmured hoarsely at her ear, his voice steeped in desire and possessiveness. "And this time, every part of you is mine."
Before she could reply, he lifted her in one fluid motion, the water easing the gesture, and positioned her above him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips while her hands sought support on his shoulders. The look he gave her - a mixture of dominance, lust and something that almost seemed like worship - made her shiver.
Slowly, he lowered her, and she felt him slide into her, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. Y/N gasped, her head falling back slightly as a deep moan left her throat. Loki paused for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation before he began to move.
His rhythm was slow at first, almost agonizing as he drove her closer to madness with each movement. His hands held her hips, guiding her as he moved deeper into her. Y/N could no longer hold back, her moans grew louder and her nails dug into his shoulders as the intensity increased.
"This is what it feels like when you belong to your daddy," he whispered harshly as his grip on her waist tightened and his thrusts gained strength and speed. The water splashed around her, each of his movements made her sink deeper until the world around her disappeared and only the feeling and the moment mattered.
Her hands moved into his hair, pulling him in for a demanding kiss as her body began to match his rhythm. Her breathing was intermittent, her senses overwhelmed as a wave of ecstasy rolled through her body, only making her pull him closer.
Loki watched her, savoring her every reaction, his eyes glowing with satisfaction and desire. "Give yourself to me, princess," he commanded, his voice like a dark promise as he brought her closer to the abyss with each stroke.
Her fingers tightened tightly in his back, her nails pressing into his skin as the intensity of his thrusts increased. The water splashed over the edge of the tub as he pulled her deeper into the vortex of pleasure with every movement. His presence inside her was unstoppable, each of his powerful thrusts making her feel him more intensely and deeply than ever before.
"My daddy..." she moaned breathlessly, the sound of her voice laced with pure desire. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing a hoarse hiss that mingled with the sounds of moving bodies and rippling water. Her hips responded to him unconsciously, registering with his movements, while her inner heat increased in an almost painful rhythm.
"My perfect girl... completely mine," he whispered in a raspy voice as he changed his angle. With a slight movement, he rose up and thrust into her at a new, deeper angle, only increasing the intensity of their connection. "If your mother only knew how willingly you give yourself to me..."
She opened her lips to say something, but he interrupted her by engulfing her in a passionate kiss. Loki rolled his hips with each thrust, and she felt the pressure growing inside her, bringing her closer and closer to him. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as his movements became deeper and more demanding. Suddenly, she climaxed, an intense rush gripping her and sending her body into a rigid frenzy as she gave herself completely to him.
She trembled beneath him as he moved into her again and again until he finally filled her with his lust. Her fingers clawed deep into his shoulders and a dark haze settled over her vision as she surrendered completely to the moment. The next time she came to, she felt the velvety softness of dark green sheets draped over her naked body like a second skin.
Slowly, she pulled the sheets closer to her and sat up. Her eyes fell on Loki, who was leaning casually against the headboard of the bed and looking at her with a meaningful smile.
"What am I doing here?" she whispered in an uncertain voice, her eyes darting carefully over him.
He grinned broadly and didn't take his eyes off her for a second. "You were pretty exhausted after our... little adventure."
A weak nod was all she gave him in reply before turning her head away. Heat rose to her face as she realized he was just as naked as she was. "I should probably get back to my room..." she muttered hastily, trying to extricate herself from the situation.
But Loki moved quickly. With an energetic grip, he forced her to look at him. His slender fingers closed gently but firmly around her ankles and a cheeky glint flashed in his eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," he said with a rough determination that brooked no argument. With a firm tug, he pulled her closer to him. "Your daddy's not satisfied yet..."
Robert was taking days to recover. Slow days. Quiet days. Sif spent it training Stella and you. Thomas went to collect various pieces of metal to put together. Jonathan had to practice his punches with Hal. Through this, Loki was everyone’s main go-between. When you weren’t training, you spent hours pacing back and forth. This time, you paced in the library. You kept picking up books, hoping they would distract you. Only for the ruminations to begin again.
Your husband then arrived through the door. You ran up to Loki to ask, “How is he?”
“He’s getting better” would be Loki’s response every time. “He’s finally starting to sound like himself. The medicines they give him, they’re quite good.”
He would then kiss your forehead.
Outside Robert’s quarters, you thought you would hear screams of madness. And hear tales of violence from Loki. But no- only servants carried around buckets of paint to his room. As well as his meals and a few books.
As you sat down to breakfast one morning, Loki entered the chamber, a smile on his face.
“I have good news, Robert is at the point where he can see visitors. And wouldn’t you like to see him, speak to him?” he asked.
“Yes!” you cried.
After eating your food, you hurried next to Loki to Robert’s rooms. Loki got a key and unlocked the door.
You stepped into the room that smelled bitter and stinging. All over the walls were long slabs of dripping, grey paint. In one corner was his bed, and against the wall, a window spilled out morning sunshine. Several books lie open on the floor. Robert himself had his sleeves rolled up. He dipped his brush into the paint bucket and stroked it over a lower part of the wall.
“Hello? Robert?” you called out.
Robert turned around. He wore a white shirt and dark grey pants. Though flecks of grey paint were over his clothes. A few dried streaks in his hair.
“Y/N, is it you?”
“Yes, it’s me!” you replied.
He got up, setting down his brush in the bucket. He then froze.
“I don’t want to ruin your gown,” he said.
“Oh, it’ll wash off!”
He went to you and embraced you. Rocking you a little side to side. Enjoying the feeling of warmth in his arms.
“How are you?” you asked.
“As well as I can. Only bored- it gets very boring in here. And cold,” Robert said.
He gestured to his bed, which had only one green blanket. It was crumpled up and around. When you looked around the room, you noticed the lights on the top of the ceiling. And the window showed the gardens outside. It was on low ground. If Robert went mad, there would be no way he could harm himself.
“I look forward to my baths, Y/N, because then I have some heat.”
“Tell me, Robert, what do you do here?”
“Well, I spend my time painting. Walls need a new coat. Sometimes they’ll bring a book from the library, and there will be nothing to do but read. And take my medicines, of course.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you replied.
“But next time, tell them to warm up my food. I had cold, blobby porridge for breakfast! And I sure do miss coffee. The first thing I’ll do when I get out is get a big cup of it.”
“Oh, yes, I’ll make sure you have warm food,” you assured him.
He then lowered his eyes.
“Y/N…I’m sorry. I’m sorry I got scared. And I’m so sorry you had to see me like that. If you see me as a monster, then I-I won’t blame you.”
You shook your head. You walked over and took his large, soft, cold hand.
“Robert, you are anything but a monster. You’re an intelligent, brave doctor who has s been through so much.”
“Will they…they still accept me? You don’t know how scared I am. To regress. For it to appear again…”
“If it does, we’ll be even more ready. And you might go mad, but you won’t go mad alone.”
He smiled at you.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
You both then took the time to go over and paint some. Finding little corners and nooks where it didn’t cover up the walls. You reached up as high as you could go. Soon, a servant arrived. He announced it was time for you to leave.
“Y/N…” Robert said. “Could you…Could you bring Sif here? I…I’d like her to visit me.”
Soon, Robert was fit for release. You could have popped out the champagne in celebration when you heard. When you walked into the council room for the meeting, lo and behold, there was Robert. His hair was a little wet, and he smelled sweet. His shirt was clean with a shiny new tie. And before him was a large cup of coffee. You smiled at him.
“Welcome back, dear Robert. How good to see you and another one of my handsome faces before me,” Loki greeted.
Everyone now had their place. Stella sat in her corner and embroidered. Sif put her feet on the table. Jonathan sat upright. Hal leaned forward and drummed his fingers. Thor folded his hands.
Loki and you took your places at the head of the table. The lights from the torches, as well as the sunlight from the windows above, beamed over your head.
“Now, everyone, it is a new day. And we must discover the rest of the lovely trove, hm? Y/N Darling had found the first one. And thanks to Sif, we now have our hands on the second one.”
Thor reached over and pulled out a cloth from beneath the table. He uncovered it to reveal the ring and the crown.
“That leaves the sword and the mask,” you said.
“My wife is right, so to retrieve one, we go to the timeline of-”
The doors burst open, and in ran Frigga. Her skirts and train billowed behind her. As well as guards running about behind her. They each went to different corners of the room. Eyeing everyone at the table.
“Where is everyone? Is everyone safe?!” she cried.
Heads turned around to her. Stella’s gentle smile when she sewed drooped to a frown. Frigga’s face was pale.
“Mother, what is it? What’s going on?” Loki asked.
Frigga reached forward and revealed that in her fist was a piece of parchment.
“It’s Grendel- he knows everything, he has the other items…and he will soon arrive at Asgard. He has declared war on us. We have to prepare for battle.”
Everyone was quiet for only a split second. Then everyone stood at attention. Robert chugged his coffee. Stella was still, then she jolted up and clutched her embroidery.
“He found us out!” Thomas cried.
“God’s blood, we must hurry! We must fetch our weapons!” Hal said.
“It was just a matter of time,” Jonathan said.
You held your hands out.
“Everyone, let’s wait a minute. Let us pause.”
Everyone did. Eyes turned to look at you. Sif already had one hand on the hilt of her sword. Stella was shaking like a leaf.
“We need to know where he’s keeping them…wait, the Prophet! He ought to know!” you said.
“Well, we must take advantage of what we can,” Thomas said.
Loki stepped forward. He clutched your hand in his, and he raised it to kiss it with his soft lips. And then he let it go.
“Well, if the Princess of Asgard insists…prepare for battle. Or shelter. I must go and take my wife to meet an old friend.”
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Soon, you were among the tundra of Jotunheim. Loki summoned two great cloaks for you. Reaching your senses out, you and Loki ran out to where the Prophet’s cavern lay. Snow fell from the dark clouds above. Mountains scattered the skyline. The snow on the ground had not piled up, but you had to step with care. You didn’t know how much ice was beneath you. As you moved, the bag across your arm hit your body in a rhythm. The smell of roast chicken coming from it making you a little hungry.
But to your horror, you sensed something nearby the cavern. You put a hand up to Loki- there was a presence before it. A presence of many men. Many armed men.
“Grendel’s men. They’re there! They reached the cavern! They’re guarding it!
Soon enough, you noticed the smoke from fires swirling up to the sky. You saw dots of tents from a distance. Loki grabbed you and hid you behind a large rock. You peeked out over. From what you could tell, the men were not fighting. They were sitting around a fire in fur cloaks. They drank from tin cups and were talking. Red-cheeked and guffawing at something lewd.
“Well, today is your lucky day, my dear. You do know your mischievous husband is capable of very powerful magic. I am more than capable of distracting them. You scurry along and find what the prophet has to say,” Loki said.
You leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Brilliant!” you cheered.
Loki then conjured an image of a bunch of women. All clad wearing fur cloaks with buxom figures, long, luxurious hair, and luscious lips. They strutted their way to the camp. He then made himself one of them and followed.
The men all perked up. They began to approach them and talk to each one. They shared their cups and even began to curl strands of the women’s hair around their fingers.
Using the distraction, you ran to the other side of the hill. You climbed up until you saw the familiar path- a line in the snow that was black. You followed it up, your thighs aching from the climbing. You reached the cavern.
Fortunately, no one stood guard at the mouth of the cave. You walked in. You took a chicken leg out of your bag and waved it around.
“Hello! Hello- are you there! I have to talk!” you cried out. The darkness swallowed you whole. You then curled up your other hand. You lit up some fire to light your way.
Soon enough, little blue will-o'-the-wisps arrived from beyond. They danced around the air, going in circles. Then they stopped at each of the cavern walls.
The Prophet then stepped forward.
“Oh! Y/N! There you are!” he greeted.
You threw him the chicken leg. He devoured it in three bites and then tossed the bone aside.
“Would you mind if I change forms? Grendel’s men are waiting for me to come out. I’m in great danger coming to you like this,” he explained. Gesturing to his body.
“Of course not. Go ahead,” you said.
He snapped his fingers. A bright light of blue magic swirled over him. Changing how he looked. When it reached the bottom of his feet and vanished, you took in his new form. He looked like Loki. But with longer black hair that fell over his face. He appeared to wear nothing but red and black striped robes and a small necklace.
“Who is this?” you asked.
“Another of Loki’s variants,” the Prophet explained. His voice like Loki’s, but lower and more gravelly. His teeth pointed.
You put the empty bag over your shoulder.
“Please tell me- Grendel is about to attack. How do we defeat him? Where is the trove?” you asked.
The Prophet uncurled his hand. A swirl of blue magic turned into a violin in one of his hands. Another swirl of magic on his free hand became a bow. He tucked the violin beneath his chin. He set the bow to the strings and began playing.
“Oh, Grendel- he won’t stop. He won’t until he destroys everything and captures the survivors. But Grendel is not without his weaknesses. First…the woman named for the stars. Your friend with golden hair and a soft voice.”
“Stella!” you cried.
“Until she gives herself to Grendel, he will live.”
He continued to play the music. You shook your head. Wanting to run over and grab the instrument from his hand.
“Prophet, no! Not Stella! Don’t you know the things he’ll let himself or his men do to her?”
“Oh, he now desires her for himself and himself alone,” the Prophet added.
“It can’t be!”
“Yes, but it is the only way.”
“But…what about the trove? Where is he keeping it?”
He stopped the violin playing.
“His trove, he is keeping it in his innermost tent. Right at the center of where he’ll camp for battle. His sacred place. There is a great cauldron in his tents, too. Grendel always keeps the cauldron close. Destroy the trove all within the cauldron, and Grendel will have his weakness.”
He then put the bow back on the violin. He finished with a flourish. He then set it down and used magic to get rid of it. He put his hands in his pockets.
You smiled.
“Oh, thank y-”
WHOOSH!
Something whipped in the air past your cheek. It sliced it open in a thin line. You ducked out of the way on instinct. Putting a hand on your cheek to stop the bleeding. The Prophet let out a grunt of pain. When you looked over, an arrow had struck him in the chest.
As you turned around, there were three of Grendel's men with bows and arrows.
“We got him! Take him down!” they cried.
Running forward, you summoned your fire. You blasted away at them, sending a swirl through the air right to their faces.
“Stay back! Or I’ll burn all of you!” you cried.
Why, oh, why didn’t you use your senses to detect them? Regret only drove your fire even more. You sent out one blaze and then another.
The three men were dodging the flames. One put an arrow into his bow. Before you could stop him, he aimed and pulled.
You tried to burn the arrow as it flew in the air, but it was too late. The arrow struck The Prophet in another part of his chest as he tried to flee.
There was cruel laughter from the men. You unleashed your flames and sent them hurling towards them. They tried to run, but you dashed after them. Blasting away with fury.
All three of them caught on fire. It drenched over their bodies, burning as they ran. Their screams pierced sharply through the air. They ran out, hoping the snow would save them. But they fell to their knees. Flames engulfed them. Then they fell - completely burned.
You ran over to The Prophet. He had fallen. Two at his heart. Even if you pulled them out, it would not stop the bleeding.
“No-oh no, please no!” you cried.
Blue light flashed around the Prophet. He changed back to his original form.
“There…it is better…that when I die, I remain myself.”
You had no idea how to comfort a dying person. You remembered when you yourself were dying and tried to recall what you would have wanted.
“I’m right here, Prophet. You’re not alone. I won’t leave you,” you promised.
“I’m…I’m glad…thank you…thank you for your friendship…”
He placed a hand over yours.
“Princess…I have…one more message…that I’d like you to relay…”
“What is it?” you asked.
“Hal…he appears to be the only one of his party who hasn’t met his True Love yet. Jonathan has, Robert has, Thomas has, but not Hal. Tell him…his true love is in France….her name is Catherine.”
“Yes, yes, I will. I’ll tell him.”
Wrapping his hand in yours, you pressed your forehead to his.
“You’ve made so many people happy. You’ve helped so much. I hope you know that. We care for you. We’ll miss you,” you said.
“I’ll miss you too…but will I…will I see Vallhalla?” he asked.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Of course. You’re a hero. Valhalla is waiting for you,” you answered.
You held him out. Gentle as you could. Soon, he took a shallow breath. He gave a weak smile. Then the light in his eyes faded, and he was still. Tears welled up in your eyes.
Footsteps hurried behind you. Turning your head, you saw Loki running in.
“Oh, oh norns…no-”
You wiped away tears.
“He died honorably, Loki. And he told us how to defeat Grendel. We…we should give him a hero's send off.”
Loki used his magic to summon a wooden altar. Wide enough to hold the Prophet. You both put the body onto it, though it was heavy.
“Farewell, my friend, you did well,” you said.
Summoning a flame on your hand, you touched the altar. The fire began in one corner, and soon reached around and then touched the body of the Prophet. You took Loki’s hand.
“Who the hell is up here!?” cried masculine voices.
Before you had any time to react, five more of Grendel’s men appeared at the mouth of the cavern. You bit back the urge to scream at them.
But then an idea came to you as they drew their swords from their sheaths.
“Loki, summon a portal!”
“To where!?”
“The cabin where we got the ring! The weaver-there!”
Loki wriggled his fingers and summoned a portal.
“Get them!” cried one of Grendel’s men.
Your hand still in your husband's, you ran through the portal.
The inside of the portal changed from purple to green. The men charged after you both. Green swirls and fog swirled all around you. Your legs felt light. You were falling through- then your steps began to pedal forward
You then landed right back in the woods. Your cloak felt heavy, and heat drenched its weight onto you. Birds sang, and the sun shone as if no one had passed. As if all was well.
“Leave the portal open, don’t close it!” you ordered Loki.
You ran forward to the cabin. Up the steps onto the wooden porch. You opened the door.
Sure enough, the five of Grendel’s men each appeared from out the portal.
“Where is that bitch? Get her!” they yelled.
You ran inside, hearing Grendel’s men after you.
You saw a familiar figure with long dark hair and beautiful pale skin, spinning at her wheel and singing her song again. The Weaver had taken Lucille’s form. You immediately backed yourself against the wall on the left. Hiding yourself from the entrance.
The men all hurried forward. They didn’t see you at first. But they froze in their steps, seeing the Weaver at her spinning wheel.
She paused and then got up. A greedy smile stretched on her face.
“Ah…dinner is here,” she said.
You ran outside and slammed the door shut. Using your weight, you leaned against it.
“Loki, lock it!” you ordered.
Loki’s magic sealed the door shut.
There was more yelling. More curses. Fists pounded on the door from the inside. They tried to break it open. You then heard a roar like that of a monster. You walked away right as you heard claws piercing flesh and the screams of damned men.
Loki followed right behind you. When you looked behind, he smirked, and there was a strut to his step.
“My wife, what a creature of mischief you’ve become!”
But there was no time to lose- you had to return to Asgard. To the scene of the battle. And deliver the hope that Grendel could face defeat.
