A (Vi)king’s love (8) - The New Fate
Summary: Raids become a problem. When the fearless king of the North comes for your land, your stepfather makes a deal with the tall Viking.
Other Pairings: Viking!James (Bucky Barnes)x Lady Natasha Romanoff
Characters: Viking!Steven (Steve Rogers), Heimdall (Seer), Shieldmaiden!Sif, Shieldmaiden!Brunnhilde, Viking!Loki
Warnings: angst, arranged marriage, soft/protective Viking Thor, light smut, implied smut, fluff, Loki is a perv ;), language, fluff, mentions of pregnancy
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The next morning, …
“Little one,” Thor pants in your neck. His face buried in your hair he inhales your scent deeply. “Is this okay? Do you need me to stop?”
“No! Please don’t stop. Something is going on between my legs again,” you grab a handful of his ass, dig your blunt nails deep into his flesh. “Please, I want to feel what I felt last night. Thor, my king.”
“My queen, my love,” he captures your lips in a heated kiss, moans hotly in your mouth to swallow your screams of pleasure. “That’s it, Y/N. Come all over me. Take my seed, give me an heir.”
“THOR!”
…outside of Thor’s home, someone chuckles. The man smirks as your screams of pleasure and Thor’s deep voice cut through the else silent village.
“Oh, brother. You already ruined the poor innocent princess. I should’ve saved her from your greedy hands and hungry cock. She’s lost now…”
“Loki Laufeyson! What are you doing?” Sif pokes Loki’s back with the tip of her lance. “I dare you to disturb your brother’s union with his queen!”
“I was going for a walk,” Loki turns around to flash Sif a smile. “I heard odd noises coming from my brother’s house and feared the princess tried to strangle him. I see now, she only tried to strangle his cock.”
“Loki, you are such a—” in lack of words Sif grunts. “Can you just not listen to other people having sex? The union with your betrothed is sacred. You should not disturb them.”
“Causing trouble again, Loki?” Brunnhilde stands behind the raven-haired prince, smirking as he tries to avoid getting punished for spying on his brother. “Why would you listen to their coupling?”
“I wanted to save my brother from her! She is an outsider and I feared the princess wants to kill him in his sleep,” the warrior shaman splutters. “I-I should be on my way now.”
Loki storms off, grumbling under his breath as the shield-maiden start laughing.
Their laughter rings in his ears long after he reached Heimdall’s house. He raises his fist, hesitating for a moment before he knocks.
“Heimdall, I know you are in there. I need answers,” Loki says. “I need you to tell me her name and when I will find her.”
“Why do you disturb my visions with your nonsense, Loki Laufeyson?” Heimdall’s voice booms through his house. “I told you to leave me alone. I told everyone to leave me alone. I need—”
“I tried to leave you alone, seer,” Loki sneers at Heimdall’s words. “Don’t be selfish. Your visions are important to me. I need to see her.”
“Loki, you cannot force me to receive another vision. All I can see is that the woman you are waiting for will reveal her face when we go back to Y/N’s homelands. Your fate is waiting for you. I can’t see through the mist the all-father uses to hide your mate from me.”
“Seer, stop talking in riddles. I know you can see my love, my fate right in front of,” arguing is one of Loki’s favorite things to do to kill some time. He puts his hands on his hips, angrily glaring at Heimdall. “Tell me more about her or I’ll make your life living hell.”
Heimdall narrows his eyes. His face remains stoic for a heartbeat or two and then, he starts laughing loudly.
“Loki, you are a lost soul,” he pats Loki’s shoulder, switching back to his unreadable mask. “You yearn for something I want to experience too. Let me ask the all-father again. Maybe he will grant me another vision today.”
“You’re a wild little woman,” Bucky chases after Natasha. The redhead slapped his naked ass after he called her something she didn’t understand, and now he tries to do the same. “I will get you.” The Viking purrs as he tries to run faster than his wife. “Come here and receive your punishment, wife.”
“In your dreams, dirty Viking,” giggling Natasha runs toward the bed to hide underneath the thick fur. “I will not let you lay hands on me.”
“You already did, my fiery enchantress,” he slowly approaches his angry wife, smirking as she’s sprawled out on the bed, ready to forgive him. “I called you enchantress in my tongue, my love.”
“I dare you to lie, Sire,” Natasha quips. “I will ask the others if you lied to me. If you did, I’ll gladly use the dagger to cut off your manhood.”
“But you’ll miss my manhood,” he dips one knee into the mattress, purring his wife’s name. “I know you like it.”
“I dare you to get close to me again, dirty Viking…” she says but her eyes betray her. “Maybe one last time…”
“My love, my little one,” Thor watches you get comfortable in his lap, head resting against his warm chest. “I know this world is still new and strange to you, but I’ll protect and love you. One day, our children will rule these lands.”
“Children,” you nod against him. Thor is a loving giant, a strong king, and a gentle lover, still, you cannot stop thinking about your homelands, your mother, and your old life. “I hope we can build a future together.”
You lean into his touch when Thor runs his hand over your back. He knows you still yearn for your home, your mother, and the past you had to leave behind.
“We will return to your homelands if the time is right. Have a little faith in Heimdall and his visions. I have faith in us, Y/N.”
“I have faith in us too,” you whisper the words, swallowing thickly. You’ve got no choice but to believe the man holding you lovingly in his arms will be a good husband and father. “I must have faith, my king. It’s all I got left.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” his voice saddens. “My world welcomed you, my love. I swear the all-father will gave us his blessing. No one will harm or hurt you. I will give you time to get used to a life with me. If you want me to leave you alone for a while, I try to tame my heart, even though, it is longing for you.”
“No, please don’t go,” you grasp for Thor, shaking your head violently. “My king, I want to explore this land, and my new life with you.” Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you assure Thor that you accept your bond. “Our bond is precious to me. You were nothing but kind to me, my king. Let me be kind to you too.”
“My dove,” he kisses the top of your head. “I truly got blessed by the all-father. He gave me a wonderful mate.”
“He gave me a wonderful mate too,” returning Thor’s affection, you gently run your hand over his cheek. “I think we will rule not only your homelands, my king.”
“I know…we will return to your homelands and take back the throne one day…”
Meanwhile, at your homelands, ...
“Is the queen well?” your uncle asks, watching the knight in front of your mother’s chamber remain stoic. “I asked you a question.”
“She returned to her chamber a few hours ago. The queen is healthy,” the knight replies, not wanting to get involved in the war going on between your mother and his king. “She carried flowers and a book. That’s all I know.”
“My sister is missing the princess dearly,” the knight remains silent as your uncle continues. “I should’ve fought harder to keep her here. Y/N was like a daughter to me, and I let the king give her away to one of those wild men. I can only pray he’s a kind man.”
“Leave,” your mother opens the door for a moment. “I don’t need you here. You were no help back then, and you are no help now. If you want to know how I feel, imagine someone you believed loves you takes the last piece of hope you held onto away. Imagine you lose the only person you ever loved unconditionally. Men can never understand the bond between a mother and their child.”
“Y/M/N, my queen,” your uncle stutters but the door ends up in his face before he can bring an apology out. “Sister, please let me in…”
Eight weeks later, Thor’s homelands, …
“My little dove, you should rest some more. Heimdall said our child is well, but I’m worried,” Thor covers your belly with one of his large hands. “I can feel it, little one. We are going to have a strong son.”
“What if we are going to have a strong daughter?” you challenge, smirking as Thor runs his hand over your belly. “What did Heimdall say?”
“He said, the all-father doesn’t want to reveal too much. We must wait a little longer,” you snuggle into his warm chest, enjoying having Thor so close. “Heimdall told me our child will become a great raider and leader. They have a bright future ahead of them.”
“Raiders. I will always be afraid to lose them,” sniffling you hide your face in Thor’s chest. “I will pray for their safety and await their return.”
“No, my love,” he whispers. “We will go with them when the time is right, my love. For now, they will remain here, safe and sound.”
“I think I love you,” Thor looks down at you in his arms. He nods, waiting for you to continue. “I never was in love before so, I don’t know if it’s love. I just feel warm any time you look at me. There is a flutter in my chest when you kiss me, and I love feeling you inside of me.”
“My love,” Thor gently kisses your temple, “I felt love once.” You gasp, feeling jealousy claw at your heart. “I know how it feels. So, if I tell you now that I love you, it’s the truth. I love you, Y/N. More than I could ever love anyone else…”
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