Y/N responds to Theoric’s question as the battle with the Fire Giants draws closer.
Characters: Reader (Y/N), Loki, Theoric, Frigga
Warnings: magic/sorcery, upcoming battle violence
Word Count: 1960
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Theoric pulled out a golden band set with a ruby and pearls.
“Y/N of Asgard, will you give me the great honor of being my wife?”
Time slowed. You watched as Theoric slid the ring onto your finger before turning your hand over to kiss your palm. The world came back into focus with a pop as Theoric continued.
“You do not have to choose now. But wear this as you consider my request.”
“She does not have to consider it.” Loki shouldered his way between you and Theoric. Theoric stood, infringing on Loki’s space and coming eye to eye with him. Loki growled, staring him down.
You touched Loki’s arm, gasping as he cringed from your touch. “Loki, why are you acting like this?” He spun to face you, his features contorted in rage underlined with fear. “Why are you afraid of my answer?”
“Because I know this whole tryst is so unlike you,” Loki spat. If eyes were daggers, Loki’s side glance would have cut Theoric down in a second.
“Who says it is unlike me?” Something was wrong, you could feel it like fire under your stomach. “I look forward to my time with Theoric. But Loki, I am fearful of only one thing.” The flame jumped to your heart, spewing the words like lava from a mountain. “I am beginning to resent time I am around you. It has been growing in me like a weed I cannot kill. What happened to us? We used to know each other’s thoughts before they could even be spoken. Now when I am around, you are brooding and filled with ideas of conspiracy. You fight me at every step. I do not know you anymore.”
Loki stepped back from you, mouth agape as he drank in air. You braced yourself on a shelf across from him. The words hurt you as much as they seemed to hurt him, but you didn’t stop. You reached out for Theoric, who took your hand and steadied you.
You kept your eyes on Loki as you spoke. “I graciously accept your proposal, Theoric.” He pulled your hand up to his face and kiss your knuckles above his ring. Loki stormed off in a flutter of leather and shimmering armor deeper into the library.
“Come,” Theoric hummed, pulling you back to him. “We must tell our parents and the court.”
“Yes, Darling.” You let him lead you out of the library, heart still thundering from the confrontation. You ran your tongue across the roof of your mouth. You had never called Theoric ‘darling’ before, and it tasted bitter.
Hours after the announcement you stood in a circle with Frigga and a few other court sorceresses. Each had a piece of parchment with a phrase on it to repeat over and over till the test was done. Inside the circle was a dark, round table with a piece of the Bifrost under a miniature of the palace. The Fire Giants weren’t going to slow their attack just because you were engaged.
“Shall we begin?” Frigga asked. Everyone nodded and looked to you.
You placed your arms at your sides and opened your palms to the table. You started chanting your phrase. The ink glowed on the parchment, golden, then red. The glow spread to the other sheets as each member took up the mantra. Your voices grew as the light shimmered off the paper towards the shard of Bifrost. It spun, faster and faster as everyone spoke louder and hurried. Soon there was an orb stretching up from the flake, crawling up an invisible ball toward the peak. Your voices thundered as one as the strands touched, turning the orb blue. The voices stopped and echoed through the space. The orb spun and glittered.
You sighed and smiled at Frigga, who smiled back.
With a zing, the orb burst, sending everyone flying back from the circle to the floor.
The room tilted as you pulled yourself into a sitting position. “Is everyone alright?” you asked, noting how hoarse you sounded. A chorus of “yes” sounded off as everyone shakily got back to their feet.
“Y/N, what happened?” Frigga steadied herself on the table. The Bifrost sherd was dark as coal. The miniature wasn’t even a pile of dust.
“I’m not sure.” You pulled out your notes and the Ars Notoria from under the table. “We did everything like it said. Nobody is wearing anything enchanted, correct?” You sighed as everyone nodded. “Maybe I have the pronunciation wrong.” You frowned at the sherd. “And I had hoped it would not drain the Bifrost.”
“That is why we perform small tests first, Lady Y/N,” one of the women said with a small smile. The rest nodded and made short comments in agreement.
Frigga gave your shoulder a pat. “No one has read that text in a thousand years. That you were able to make something at all is a wonder. I have full confidence that you will work it out. Come, let us all rest. It is late.”
You stayed behind in the hall as they left. The spell was so vexing in front of you that you missed Theoric walking in.
He leaned down next to you, “do you see a solution yet?”
You jumped with a squeak of fright. In a second you had your fingers clasped around his throat and a dagger pricking at his stomach. He stayed unmoving as you took a moment to register it was him.
“Theoric!” You pulled your hands back. “Please do not frighten me like that.”
“I will try to remember that, and that you are armed.”
You slipped the dagger back into its sheath with a grimace. “Sorry.”
Theoric rubbed his hands up and down your arms before kissing your forehead. You breathed him in, letting his presence relax you till he spoke again.
“Consider the hall beneath the court.”
“Why?” you asked, still not looking at him, choosing instead to sink further into his chest.
“It is empty, and would have enough room to house the contraption you are planning to construct to amplify the spell.”
Your “contraption” was a spinning ring that would contain the spell while also sending the power to the top tower to create a dome. You had to admit he was right. The empty hall was vast, and was windowless, making it perfectly secure.
“Does that answer the problem you had?”
You stepped back from him with a smile. “No, but it is a valid point, Theoric. You will make a great leader one day.”
“If I do, it will be because you have taught me how to defend my ideas through practice and example.”
“You flatter me,” you said, blushing.
“Anything for you, ljós af hjarta mínu, light of my heart.” He kissed your cheek and walked away, leaving you to study the texts once more.
The burning in your stomach flared up again. You could have sworn Theoric couldn’t read the Ars Notoria, much less speak the language of it. The flame died away as you pushed the phrase to the back of your mind.
“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Your mother wiped away a tear caught in her eyelash.
You spun again, loving the way the skirt flared and made the colors dance. You were to wear Theoric’s family colors, and he yours, to show the two families coming together. Your hair was left flowing with its natural form, and your mother had securely pinned the silver bridal crown and ringed it with fresh flowers. This was all practice of course, but you felt breathless.
You were going to be a married woman.
The mirror caught your reflection as you stood before it. You felt blissful, but the fire in your stomach was growing stronger, crimping your brow in pain.
“All you alright? What’s wrong?” Your mother came up behind you and felt your forehead.
You shooed her away. “Nothing. My stomach has been uneasy since Theoric proposed. Pre-wedding nerves, that is all.”
She frowned at you. “Are you sure? You and Theoric have not…?”
“No,” you sputtered. “Even if I was not waiting till I was wed, with everything going on with the Fire Giants… we have not had time to even think of that.” Against your will, Loki’s comment on how Theoric looked like a hungry snake invaded your mind. The pain in your stomach intensified, nearly doubling you over. Why did you feel guilty? You had come to love Theoric. He was not the aloof boy you met years ago. Focusing on why you loved Theoric helped ease the pain.
“Y/N, that looks more serious than ‘nerves.’”
“I know.” You removed the pins and your crown, sitting it on the table by the mirror. “I’m going to see Eir this evening. She’ll be able to use the soul forge and see what is wrong with me.”
Your mother untied the stays in your dress, muttering something about medicinal advancement too late. But your mind wandered elsewhere.
“Mother?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you and Father choose Theoric over Loki all those years ago?”
Your mother sighed and helped you step out of the dress. She thought for a moment while handing your usual courtly garb to you. “To be quite honest, we thought Odin would not approve. We were simple courtiers, and we started looking too soon. We thought time would bring you two together. Your tutelage under Frigga erased those early complications. For a brief moment, we considered bringing it up. Then Theoric came back, and you two fell in love.” She turned you to face her, resting her hands on your cheeks. “We had nothing against Loki. We simply wanted the best for you while not overreaching our status. We did not want to see your heart broken.” She dropped her hands to take hold of yours. “But you seem… apprehensive. Do you want more time to think on this arrangement?”
You pulled away from her as you thought. Did you? The rift between you and Loki was not what you wanted. A happy and equal marriage was something most young women strove for, but at what cost to you? You spun Theoric’s ring on your finger. Just feeling it against your skin felt like an answer.
“No. I love Theoric.”
That night, Theoric stood in front of the wall and mumbled the words. He was tired of this mirage, he wanted to finally show his true self. The door had barely manifested before he was rushing through it.
Loki peeked from his spot around the corner and followed him. For a split second, he hesitated to touch the door but took a deep breath before bursting through. He called out a quick confining spell, preventing the hall in front of Theoric from expanding anymore. Loki slid to a halt as Theoric’s low, rumbling laugh echoed back to him.
“To be honest, your highness, I am surprised it took you this long to follow me. Have you found your evidence to convict me?”
The papers in Loki’s chest pocket seemed to burn him. He stole them from your desk. A necessary risk of getting caught to see Theoric’s translations of darker spells.
“And what is your plan now, second prince? You save the day and the lady comes back to you?” Theoric laughed again. Loki was beginning to resent it. “I hope you realize that she is truly lost. She has no more room for you.” Theoric began to walk towards Loki.
“Only because you have trapped her. Your plans will not be able to hold her.”
Theoric stopped and grimaced. “You know nothing of my plans,” he growled. He pulled a dagger and launched himself at Loki, aiming for his throat.
Theoric and the Reader (Y/N) deepen their relationship. Loki notices that Theoric sneaks away, and tries to riddle out where Theoric is going.
Characters: Y/N, Theoric, Loki, Frigga
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1700+
Note: This wasn’t meant to be a political thriller, but I kinda like it. Let me know what you think by rebloging, liking, or commenting. My requests and asks are open, as well as my tag lists.
Frigga’s face was masked with indifference as the captain of the guard spoke.
“We do not need a shield around the city. It will make us appear weak and fearful. Besides, what Lady Y/N is proposing seems to be made of light, something I do not think will be strong enough to hold off the Fire Giants.”
You spoke up, “if we do not create some sort of defense, our only hope will be based on the soldiers who will be confined to the ground and to a few speeders. We simply do not have enough to send to Muspelheim and to defend the city at the same time. And what about our outlying towns, Captain? If we pull everyone to the palace or send them all to another realm, who will defend the people?”
“Each town has their own defenders,” he parried.
“But not as trained as the royal guard; they will all perish. If we can create a shield large enough to protect the palace, then we can share the magic with the towns and outlying villages. Then the individual warriors have a better chance of survival. It is not weakness. It is a good offense.”
The Captain had never been a friendly comrade at war counsels. He kept any snide comments to himself as Frigga considered the proposals. Theoric stood at the captain’s side. He opened his mouth to speak, but you nodded your head. Leaping into trouble with the captain and the queen would not go well for him. You turned your attention back to Frigga as she took a breath.
“Lady Y/N has made some valid points. We cannot become complicit in our battle honor. The Fire Giants have tactics we have not seen for generations. She is studied in military history as well as magic, Captain. Lady Y/N, will you be able to construct such a field without the help of the guards?”
“Yes, your majesty.”
“Then it is settled. Lady Y/N and I will work with the others of our craft, and Captain you will ready your troops for battle. Odin Allfather should return from the front soon and I will tell him the plans.” She stood, and everyone stood with her. “To your tasks.” She met you at the door as everyone dispersed, followed by other members of the counsel practiced in magic. “Thank you for your inspired proposal. I am glad to see you are doing well, Y/N. How is your strength?”
“Returning slowly, but I should be fully recovered after a sleep or two. I believe I have a text that will help us.” You caught Theoric’s eye as he walked past you. “Lieutenant Theoric, a moment please.”
“Yes, my lady?”
“My queen, this man brought me a book some time ago with ancient spells long forgotten. If you should thank anyone for the proposal, it should be the lieutenant.”
Frigga nodded as Theoric bent at the waist. “Indeed, thank you, sir. We will keep you updated as the shield develops so you can relay it to the Captain.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Theoric saluted as she left. You stayed behind and beamed at him.
“She likes you. I told her about the book earlier and she wanted to thank you in public. It is full of ways that we can defend Asgard and her allies. I’ll see you at dinner.” You turned to walk away, but Theoric caught your hand.
“Y/N, if I could see you a little sooner than that, I would appreciate it. I have a few questions… about the book… among other things. Could we meet in the library before then?”
You felt your cheeks flush. “Yes. I’ll wait for you in the stacks.”
“Till then, my lady,” he leaned down and kissed your hand. Then he spun on his heel and left with a warm grin.
Loki stepped into time with you as you headed for Frigga’s hall.
“You two are getting serious. I hope you can see that he is using you.”
“No, he isn’t,” you scoffed, “he had no way of knowing I could get your mother to do that.”
“I doubt it. You are her chief student, the best. He would have to be a simpleton not to see that.” Loki stopped and gripped your arm. “I do not trust his motives. I’ve seen the way he gapes at you when you are not looking. Like a hungry snake at a mouse.”
“Have you been spying on him?” you asked, pulling your arm from his grasp.
“Not yet, but I am strongly considering it.”
“Please don’t. He is a soldier, an honorable one.” You sighed, “I have not been blinded, Loki. I appreciate what you are trying to do, but you do not have to watch out for me anymore.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I am happy. Remember your promise. Do not interfere.”
You walked away from him, leaving him standing alone in the passage. He muttered under his breath, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I cannot.”
Loki headed after Theoric. He disguised himself as a warrior from a different division, one that he hoped Theoric would not recognize. Loki couldn’t help but notice how Theoric smiled at every young woman he passed, beaming when they giggled. He wanted to fight Theoric when he ran his fingers up a young maid’s arm but held back. Theoric was going somewhere for a reason, and Loki was intent to find out just how treacherous he was. Once, Theoric turned and looked behind him. Loki continued walking and changed his illusion around the corner again to continue following him.
Theoric would his way down to the base of the palace. Once people flow ceased, Loki kept a distance between them, shifting into himself for the quiet without armor rattling. He watched from an alcove as Theoric waved his arm and the bare wall revealed a door similar to the ones on the upper floors. Loki picked up a few words, enough to recognize a simple distortion spell. Theoric walked through, and the door vanished behind him.
Loki was torn. Was this all a trap? If he should follow Theoric, he could be caught. If he stayed, Theoric might have transported somewhere else in the palace and he would be stuck staring at a blank wall for hours. He decided to wait.
The wall revealed the door once again within an hour. Theoric emerged, carrying a charm on a string and a small box. His bliss smile sent acid through Loki’s veins. Loki clenched his fists, ready to confront him. Then he saw the details of the charm.
It was the emblem of Muspelheim. An iridescent flame that glowed as if lit from within. It started off blue, but as the door vanished, the flame changed to orange, then to red as the wall reverted.
Theoric held it in his palm and muttered words in a language Loki didn’t recognize. The spell rose and fell in the air in a way that was seriously more complex than concealing the door. When he was done, Theoric tied the string around his neck, now simply wearing his family crest. Loki ran down the hall as Theoric moved to leave.
You ran your fingers over the spines, watching the gold letters and embellishments disappear under your fingers and then reappear as you continued moving. Although as a rule, the library was quiet, today the silence would be stifling to anyone else. Not you. You thrived in the silence. It gave you a clear mind. When mixed with the aged smell of parchment and vellum, you felt stronger than Thor.
You didn’t look up from the shelves when you heard boots behind you. “So what did you want to talk to me about, Theor…”
“Tell me more about the book he gave you.” Loki stayed at the edge of the row, standing as if ready for battle. He glanced behind him and you noticed he was out of breath.
“He found a copy of the Ara Notoria, a text that has not been seen in centuries. I’ve been translating the spells since he arrived; they are powerful and wonderful. Loki…”
“You can read it?” Loki stepped closer. His eyes glowed with a mixture of anger and worry, a glow you learned when you were teenagers. “Has he asked you about any of them?”
“Yes, a few. But he is not skilled in magic. He cannot even pronounce the words. Why are you asking me all of this, Loki?”
“He is not the man you think he is.”
“I think he is the man I love, the man who loves me. Why are you still trying to sabotage my relationships? You swore you would stop.”
Loki stepped closer and placed his large hands on your shoulders. “This isn’t that. He is dangerous. Theoric has been sneaking around the palace to the deepest reserves. He vanishes without a trace…”
“Sounds like what you do occasionally.”
“Theoric is planning something.”
“You are correct, your highness.” Theoric walked down the row to meet you. Loki stepped away, but not by much. “I have been sneaking around, but not for the reason you think, Loki.” He sighed and smiled at you. “I had hoped to do this a bit more publicly, but seeing that my honor is at stake…”
Theoric sank to one knee and took your hands in his. “Y/N, years ago you entranced me with your wit and your strength. When you showed me your favorite place, this library, I did not understand how someone could love dusty pages. Then I began to read. I found strategy, wisdom, worlds that I would have never seen without you. When we reunited, I was a lost man. The knowledge I gained from the books were not enough until you showed me the way they connected.” Theoric shifted and chuffed, “if I am honest, I missed some of your lessons because I was distracted by the aura that surrounds you in sunlight. Or the way library dust dances when you are with me. If I die tonight, I hope to keep those memories with me to Valhalla. But if I survive, I hope that my future could be filled with similar memories.”
He pulled out a golden band set with a ruby and pearls.
“Y/N of Asgard, will you give me the great honor of being my wife?”
Theoric dragged you down the hallway, laughing all the while.
“Where are we going?” you asked for the hundredth time. He sent you a note that morning requesting that you dress warmly, and to bring a cloak. It billowed behind you as you ran.
For the hundredth time, you received the same answer: “It’s a surprise!”
Theoric knew his way around the palace now that he was a lieutenant in Asgardian Guard. Because of his nobility, he could have easily jumped to that rank years ago, but you learned from outside sources that he worked his way to the top till he was indispensable. The more time you spent with him, you began to notice little things about him. The way his eyes would light up before he laughed, the same way they did when he was suppressing one. The way his armor gleamed, alerting you to his presence. And the light tone in his voice when he said your name. It was enough to make you blush just thinking about it.
“Here we are,” he said, slowing before rounding a corner.
“The stables? I have to admit it’s been a while, but…” You didn’t get to finish as he led you to a twin stall. Inside were two gorgeous black stallions. They were saddled in Theoric’s colors, black, and silver with red detailing. The slightly smaller one nuzzled into your shoulder till Theoric handed you a sugar cube. It was gone a second later.
“I hope you do not mind, but I took the liberty of requesting an afternoon with you from the queen. During some of my patrols, I discovered a secluded path that I believe you will appreciate. How long has it been since you have not ridden in a carriage?”
“Not since I was a little girl, but I would appreciate some lessons and practice.” You don’t know where the words came from, but they made his eyes light up before he broke into a grin.
“First things first, this one is Gísl. And the larger one is Hófvarpnir. Secondly, you need to get in the saddle.”
You squealed as he wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you onto Gísl. His touch lingered till you were steady, then you felt cold without him. He mounted Hófvarpnir and clicked. Gísl followed till you were at the gate of the stables.
“I almost forgot, but you are going to need these.” He held out a pair of red gloves embroidered with silver thread. They were lined in black fur and reached high enough to fold over the sleeves of your dress. You thanked him and took up the reigns. He gave you a quick lesson to reteach you a few things, then led you into the wood.
You passed many beautiful places. Each time you paused, Theoric kept going. After a while, it began to feel like you were going in circles, but you didn’t mind. Theoric filled the air with discussion. He asked if you had any success translating the book he gave you. You had, but you kept the details of the spells to yourself. Odin had given him his own guard to train and command. He invited you to watch the drills someday. You invited him to read with you on days when he wanted peace and quiet.
At last, he brought Hófvarpnir to a halt at a rocky bend you couldn’t see around. He dismounted, then helped you. Again, he lingered to hold you, then led you into the glen as the horses trotted behind.
A nearly perfect circle of trees opened to reveal an ancient well. The surrounding grass was green like fresh spring. The stones on the well were carved with letters you did not recognize. The minerals inside the cuts seemed to glow gold in the sunlight. There was even a bucket, but no rope.
“What is this place?”
“A sanctuary I come to when life at court becomes rife with politics that no one can agree on. I come here to think, to rest. To search my mind for answers. I must admit we would have been here sooner, but listening to your excitement for your research was too pleasant. I did not want to interrupt.”
“Please, interrupt me. If you are not careful I might ramble till the sky grows dark.”
Theoric chuckled and began to pull out a blanket and some food from the saddle bags. You wandered to the well and looked down. The inky darkness gave no distinction for depth. You imagined it tunneled for miles. Yet, there were trickles that ran in three directions from the base, disappearing into the tree line.
“So, is this your favorite place?”
“Any place with you is my favorite,” he said. Theoric looked away with a shy smile. “I promise I did not read that from a book.”
You blushed and covered your face. You were sure your cheeks were brighter than the gloves.
A crackling in the tree line echoed around you. The horses whinnied, their ears rotating to catch the origin. Theoric crouched, ready to spring. You noticed he’d only worn light armor usually reserved for training. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, unprotected in his riding gloves. The air, which had been brisk all morning, warmed instantly.
You found it difficult to breathe as the air grew hot. Then two large flames walked into the clearing. Fire giants of Muspelheim. They stood as tall as the trees. Their red skin stretched across muscles that glowed from within. Their faces were surround by fire, like a lion with his mane. Horns, dark like soot, protruded from their foreheads, unique to each giant.
“Verðandi konungur,” one said, pointing down towards you and Theoric. They stepped closer into the clearing.
You stopped Theoric from drawing his sword. With a few muttered words, you drew water from the trickles to form a large droplet, keeping it spinning above your hands. “Do not step any closer.” The fire giants stayed where they were, glancing between you and Theoric. He pulled you towards Gísl, who you mounted in a very unladylike fashion with your legs on both sides. Theoric mounted as well and clicked, sending both horses into a gallop. You kept the droplet hovering between you.
You felt something hot fly by your face. Gísl reared as a tree exploded into flames before you. Theoric circled back around to lead him forward. He took the reins from you, leaving you free to control the droplet. Another tree erupted into flames. More followed suit till you could barely see the path for the flames. The droplet was not large enough to put out every tree, you knew you had to save it for something even more dangerous. It came as a tree fell in front of you. The horses leapt over it, but Theoric’s cloak caught a branch and started to burn. You sent some of the droplet to the hem, waiting till it hissed and steamed before reforming the orb.
The fire giants gave a screech as you burst through the tree line into the field by the stables. Guards were already lining up for an attack. Theoric hopped off Hófvarpnir and sent him into the stables with Gísl once you were on the ground.
“Hold the line! They must not reach the walls,” Theoric cried out. He pulled his sword and motioned the mass forward.
“Wait!” Taking a deep breath, you muttered more of what you had before. The water in the troughs and some from shore nearby trickled to a form a stream in front of the warriors. You pulled it up till there was a curtain of water wider than the flames. It inched towards the trees as the screeches grew closer. Your arms were shaking, but you continued to mutter the words louder till you were shouting them. With a final cry, the curtain fell over the trees like a wave, dousing the fire and the giants within. They screamed till they were no more.
“That was amazing, Y/N. Y/N?”
Theoric caught you as you fell.
Loki could hear voices as he grew closer to your quarters. He stormed in, only to be hushed immediately upon arrival. “Where is she? Is she alright?”
“Y/N is asleep,” Frigga said. “She is tired and needs rest.”
“What is he doing here?” Loki pointed at Theoric. “You were to protect her, not lead her into danger.”
Theoric stood from kneeling by your sleeping side. “I had no way of knowing there would be an attack this close to the palace. She is alive, and she saved the warriors better than anyone else could. Now let her rest, your highness, in peace.”
His voice came into focus as you opened your eyes. “Theoric,” you whispered. He gave you his hand as he again kneeled next to you.
“How are you feeling, Lady Y/N?” Loki asked quietly. It stung that you didn’t ask for him.
“Like I’ve been hollowed out,” you sighed, “but I will heal. I overstepped with magic, that is all.”
“Why did you not wait for assistance?”
“There was not time.” You moved to push yourself up, but Theoric pushed you back down. “My queen, is there anything I can do to help strengthen the shield?”
“You can rest and help us another day, Y/N.” She tapped Theoric on the shoulder, making him rise, “but for now you can sleep.”
Loki watched as you gave Theoric’s hand one last squeeze before closing your eyes with a smile. Loki turned away with a shuddering breath, missing the assured look on Theoric’s face. They left Frigga to weave a deep sleep over you, parting as soon as they could.
Theoric stormed to the depths of the palace till he reached a tunnel. He hacked away the lock and took the torch. When he reached the other end, it was starting to grow dark. Warm light that became hot as it approached flickered over the ground till two fire giants stepped into the clearing.
“Why did you attack us? It is not the time for such actions yet,” Theoric bellowed.
The giant growled and his voice crackled. “We sent word that Krakatoa was a success. You set up a meeting, but did not mention you were bringing a witness.”
“Our meetings have always been at night, you heimsk kol. You almost killed the one person who can read the texts that will open portals between our worlds.”
“She killed two of our warriors. She will die in the conflict.”
Theoric speared the torch into the ground. “No one is to touch her. If at any point, she even smells like smoke, I will terminate our arrangement.”
The giant chuckled, a sound akin to logs breaking in a bonfire. “You care for her.”
“She is a powerful sorceress, worthy enough to be my queen. Nothing more.”
The other giant spoke up, “then keep her close, verðandi konungur, or we will curb her sorcery ourselves.”
“Leave her docility to me. All will be in place when the time comes. As for now, you cannot use the portal any longer. Heimdall will spy it out and see that it is closed. Do nothing but prepare till I call upon you again.”
Theoric plucked his torch from the ground and headed back into the tunnel. The giants dimmed their flames and walked away as well to relay his message. Theoric replaced the torch and doused it at the other end.
He raised his hand to the broken lock and whispered a few words. The bent chains folded back into place, and the padlock clicked into action. He stepped back and waved his arm. A wall of gold shimmered over the tunnel, then vanished, leaving the space blank and the passageway a seemingly dead end.
Theoric chuckled to himself, then walked back into the main halls. His turn to patrol would start soon.
Loki continues to sabotage the Reader’s possible suitors, though sometimes they sabotage themselves.
Characters: Y/N, Loki, Original Character, Thor, Fandral, secret guest
Warnings: none (? Annoying men ?)
Word Count: 4200 (Odin’s Beard! They won’t all be this long… maybe)
Note: Part 1 here. This is the last little bit of fluffy fun before the major plot starts to take over.
~1696, 189 years till next Belewe Moon
It startled you to see the splash of color tied to your door. Bright lilies and a brilliant blue lotus were wrapped in copper ribbon and dangling from the knob. You looked around, but whoever left them for you had already departed. As you untied the bouquet, a small envelope fell out.
Y/N’s a Nymph in flowery groves, A Nereid in the streams; Saint-like she in the temple moves, A woman in my dreams.
It was unsigned but made you smile.
You weren’t smiling by the end of the day. You could barely see your room there were so many flowers, all variations of blue with copper ribbons. Some had sweet poems, some did not. They came with such frequency that you didn’t have time to investigate whose family colors they were because they certainly weren’t yours.
You sighed as someone knocked. At your bidding, a young man walked in. His face was obscured by the biggest bouquet of the day. As he set it down on the last remaining bare place, he grinned a soft smile at you.
“My lady Y/N. Have you enjoyed your gifts?” He wasn’t much older than you. Dressed in a blue and silver tunic with copper shoulder caps, he looked familiar, but you were unaware of his name.
“They have all been lovely, but I am finding I difficult to rest in my quarters.”
He looked around, shocked to a hush. “I apologize. I didn’t realize I sent so many. Did you at least enjoy the poetry?” He fidgeted with a flower, rubbing a petal between his fingers.
“Yes, they were all beautiful. But you didn’t sign any.”
“Oh! I am Alf Björnson. Our parents have been talking, and your mother dropped that you liked flowers.”
“Yes, thank you for them, but the first cluster would have been enough.”
“Oh.” Alf took a shrunk back. “I seemed to have overstepped.”
“Just a little bit,” you joked, hoping your smile was more pleasant than your annoyance.
“I take it our parents should no longer discuss our future together.”
“I’m afraid not, Alf Björnson. Thank you for the valiant effort, but no.”
“I’ll send someone for the flowers.”
“No, it is alright. I’ll figure something out. You have done enough” you said, wracking your brain for a solution. “Thank you,” you added hastily. Alf nodded at you and left with a bow. As he closed the door, you sank onto your bed, the only surface untouched. What to do with all the posies?
Another knock sounded on your door.
“Come in,” you groaned.
“By the stars, Y/N. What happened in here?” Loki stepped into the room. He braced himself against the wall, pushed back by the overpowering perfume. “Were you attacked by a nature monster?”
“More like a monster suitor. He started humbly enough, then went a little overboard.”
“I agree.” Loki surveyed your room, obstructed as it was. “Would you like to escape to the library?”
“Gods, yes.” You jumped up to race him to your sanctuary. Flowers were not allowed there because their jars could tip and spill water over the pages. You stopped at the door and glanced over your shoulder. “What do you think I should do about the flowers?”
“I’ll tell someone to come by and collect most of them. They can spread them around the palace and brighten it up.”
“Brilliant. Tell them to leave any notes on my desk. Warn them there are several.”
Loki raised an eyebrow, but let the matter drop. “I’ll meet you in a few moments.”
You were never so happy as to be nature-free in a space. You nibbled a quick dinner so you couldn’t be forced to leave for the rest of the day. The scent of the books swept away everything you inhaled that morning. You found Loki standing by a stack of illuminated texts at your favorite desk that overlooked the Asgardian skyline.
Loki found it hard to focus on the pages. He wanted to tell you that he had successfully mastered the ability to take another person’s form, but he feared it would give him away. His whole morning had been spent picking out flowers and tying them himself in the image of Alf. He would duck away if the real Alf came in to order more, but the irritated palace florist seemed unaware that they were not one and the same. He was almost as happy as you to be unsurrounded by greenery.
~1757, 128 years till next Belewe Moon
You could see it. The spine of the book you needed was just out of your reach. Usually, there was a ladder or a step stool around, but they were occupied on other rows. You checked your call card again. Maybe this wasn’t the book; maybe it was somewhere else closer to the ground. No, this was row 49, shelf 19 from the left, level 6, Ghâyat al-Hakim: Handbook of Talismanic Magic. You glanced left, then right, and stepped onto the bottom level. Still above your fingertips. You stepped up another level.
A rumbling voice broke your concentration. “Do you require assistance, lady Y/N?”
You turned to locate him, but barely caught the mane of gold or broad breast-plate before your foot slipped. You squealed on the way down, landing in strong arms instead of the floor.
“Thor. Um, thank you.”
He chuckled as he returned you to your feet. “My pleasure, my lady. Which text is it?
“Ghâyat al-Hakim. Level six.”
Thor plucked it off the shelf like it was easy fruit. It was a thick volume, nearly four hundred pages, but looked like a miniature in his hand.
“Interesting subject. A major interest of yours?”
“I have not read it yet. Once I do, I’ll let you know.” You averted your gaze, hoping your blush remained hidden. You could do a lot worse that the crown prince of Asgard. It would never happen in an eon, but you could still look and appreciate. “Not to be rude, your highness, but what brings you to the archives?”
“I actually came to ask for your company this evening. I have a duel during training, but I was wondering if you could perhaps tell me where I could improve before then.”
You shook your head, “I’m not exactly your best choice for counsel, your highness. I’m sure Lady Sif or any of the Warriors Three would-“
“They are my opponents.”
“Ah. I see.” You’d never even been to the battle side of the palace, much less knew anything about live combat. Your duels were fought between literary people or those long passed. But this could expand your knowledge as to how warriors moved in a space. “You will have to lead the way as I-“
“Wonderful!” Thor offered you his arm and led you away from the archives. You left the book at your reserved desk.
Loki looked up as you walked by, grimacing at the sight of you on Thor’s arm. He stretched, waking up his muscles from studying. They could do with a little exercise.
By the time he made it to the training arena, you were fidgeting from your position on the sideline. Thor was demolishing a guard, who was doing his best to retreat. You thought the man was a good fighter, but Thor was running him down like a deer during the hunt. You flinched as Thor sent him sprawling. He was still conscience but chose not to stand again.
“Lady Y/N, how was that?”
You thought for a moment, choosing your words carefully. “I believe that you should take this time to not only hone your own skills but to hone the skills of your opponent. If you both can learn from one another, then your combined growth will make you undefeatable on the battlefield.” You motioned to the guard laying in the sand. “He has learned nothing but to fear you.”
“Battle is fear, my lady. Without it, there can be no courage,” Thor said.
Well said, for a brutish warrior, though it’s avoiding the point. You could feel a presence behind you. A reflective shield hanging on the wall gave you a glimmer of green. As Thor turned to place his weapons on that wall, you turned and motion for Loki to join him. Loki grabbed a series of daggers and threw them, pinning Thor’s cloak. “But those without fear of you can take your arrogance to their advantage,” you added with a laugh.
“I agree.” Loki sniggered as Thor struggled to free his cloak, but Loki’s aim kept the daggers close to his body, pinning his legs to the wall. Loki went to help the guard up, but he squirmed to his feet. He left with a hurried salute. Loki sighed before turning back to the center of the arena.
“You should not interfere with another warrior’s duel, Loki.” Thor pulled the last of the daggers out and threw them into the sand at Loki’s feet.
“I agree with Lady Y/N. The battle was unequal; you weren’t going to improve your technique by pummeling a guard into the dust.”
“Do you not have something more pressing to do than to critique my fighting skills?” Thor joked. Then his face lit up. Loki didn’t like that way his eyes gleamed.
“Brother,” Thor started, clapping him on the back hard enough to make him stumble, “the lady is right. We are nearly equal in skill, and it will do well to learn from each other. Let the lady chose our weapons, and we can duel for practice.”
Some time had passed since you last saw Loki fight. But if Thor was going to be as ruthless on Loki as he was on the guard…
“Um,” you looked around the arena. An ax attached to a long pole and a light sword caught your eye. Thor would use the ax, taking advantage of the reach it gave him. If Loki could get to the inside… it might work. “Thor can use that ax. And Loki, you can use the sword.”
Thor chuckled as they grabbed the weapons. “She’s not as unknowing about weapons as you lead me to believe, Loki. She has picked up on my strengths after only one evening.”
Or your weaknesses. Loki thought.
He walked to the center, but Thor started the attack from where he stood. Loki jumped out of the way and began to walk backward to stalk Thor’s next move. Thor swung wildly, pulling the ax over his head to bring it down on Loki, then horizontally trying to catch him as he backed away. Loki knocked it out of the way, sending sparks flying as the metal scraped. He saw the kick coming but took it in the chest as Thor braced the ax into the sand and used it as a launching point. Loki fell, then spun as Thor once again tried to bring the ax down on him. With the ax down, Loki was able to get in close. But it only lasted a moment. Thor lifted the pole up like a bow staff, blocking and parrying Loki’s strikes. Thor swung it into Loki’s back sending him to his knees. He held up the sword just as Thor swung it down, catching the ax mere inches away from his face. Thor pushed down harder, but Loki was able to make it to his feet. He kicked between Thor’s legs, using his foot to pull one of Thor’s legs forward till he fell. It was Loki’s turn to attack. It ended quickly as Thor used Loki’s open stance to strike him in the ribs. Loki stumbled, then fell to avoid getting sliced. Loki recovered. He hurried to Thor’s inside, putting him on the defense. A lucky blow sent Loki’s sword flying. Thor tripped him and held the ax above his neck.
“Do you yield?” Thor asked, smirking on the brink of mocking.
“Yes, Thor, I yield,” Loki sighed. He stood as Thor replaced the ax and turned to you.
“What did you think of that, Lady Y/N?”
“Your ‘technique’, your highness, seems to be driving people into the ground. One of these days, someone is going to use that brashness against you and you will be outmaneuvered, then defeated. If I may take my leave, I have a text to study.” You spun on your heel and left the arena.
Loki’s chest hurt, along with other things, but it was worth it to see you push Thor out of your mind. Thor flustered next to him, unsure what to say. He eventually shrugged it off and went to find another guard to battle. Loki sent various illusions to the ones nearby to make them escape a thunderous fate.
~1818, 67 years until next Belewe Moon
The palace was bustling with activity in preparation for a ball. You twirled around your mother’s living room. The dress she designed for you was exquisite, a fact you kept repeating to her.
“I know, darling, you have said as much before. And you are welcome. Now if you just hold still, I have another gift for you.”
You stopped spinning to stand before her. She led you to her mirror and sat you down. “Close your eyes,” she hummed. You heard her open a clasp to something, then something cold landed on your chest. Opening your eyes into your reflection, you saw a beautiful pendant of a pair of gold and silver wolves intertwined with each other. It was your family crest.
“I wore this for my first ball, and my mother, and for several mothers before me. It is a reminder to watch your past, while also making room for the future, though in memory they will eventually become one and the same.”
“It is beautiful, mother. Thank you.” You embraced her. She held onto you tightly, then released you with a kiss to the forehead.
“Now,” she said, smoothing out her dress, “I believe it is time for some dancing.”
You weren’t wholly through the door yet before someone asked you to dance. It was one of Thor’s friends. His pale green and gold armor looked out of place without his customary long and thin blade. Fandral spun you into the fray, making you laugh with delight as he tossed you into the air with the other ladies of the court.
“You look wonderful, Lady Y/N. You are always stunning, but I had to have the first dance. I hope I have not overstepped.”
“Not at all, my lord. Please, lead the way.”
You barely stopped for breath all night. By the time the dances were starting to slow for the evening, you were breathing rapidly and shimmering with perspiration. Fandral, who had come back for seconds, thirds, and sevenths, was about to pull you into the last lively dance of the evening when he was interrupted.
“You have kept the lady to yourself all night, Fandral. Let her rest from your constant conversation.” Loki didn’t wait for Fandral’s response before walking you away. “In need of a rescue, my lady?”
“Actually, I think the continued dancing has tricked my feet into thinking it was one dance. Now that I’ve stopped they might start to feel the ache of the night. But I won’t say no to a drink.” Loki handed you a flute of a sparkling beverage, which you sipped eagerly, giggling as it tickled your nose.
“Oh no,” Loki whispered. You turned to see Fandral walking towards you, after blowing a passing kiss to another lady.
“There are only a few dances left, Y/N. Might I have at least one more?”
“Don’t you think she is tired?” Loki asked, angling himself between you and Fandral.
“I believe it is up to the lady,” Fandral growled. He looked over to you expecting an answer, but you had difficulty forming one once Loki looked at you too.
“Um, I am a little weary Fandral,” you started. Loki looked pleased. “But let me finish my drink and I’ll accept your invitation.” Loki’s face fell and it was Fandral’s turn to smile. You swallowed the last bit quickly and followed him onto the floor with a shrug for Loki.
The dance was softer, more flowing than the others. You were pressed close to his chest, though he kept his arm light around your waist. He spun you out, making your skirt flare before pulling you back into him.
“You look stunning.”
“You have been saying that all night.”
“And I would keep saying it till I have no more air in my lungs if it would make you blush like you do.” Fandral chuckled as you averted your face, pink with the compliment. “If you are still averse to poetry, perhaps I could start a new line of thought?”
“I don’t hate it, but I believe I have heard enough for a long time.”
“Well, what do you know of the coming changes in court? I have been selected to calculate the funding expenditures for Asgard. It’s only for a short while, but it may lead to longer leadership.”
“That sounds wonderful.” In the back of your mind, you could hear the dance end and another begin, but Fandral continued to carry you around the space.
“I have discovered that there are several aspects a court that could do with a little less. I have come up with a plan that is sure to be approved by Allfather. Thor likes it and agrees. So do several of the courtiers that I have shown it too. There has been a little opposition when it came to the kitchen staff, which is too be expected, and the library, but I think the changes will be for the better.”
You were starting to get dizzy as the music picked up. Faintly you saw a green blur, but you couldn’t tell if it was coming or going.
“Fandral, do you mind if we stop? I cannot see straight.”
“Then there are the young ladies I have shown it too. They like the plan, though they may have been distracted. Would you like to look it over for me, being an academic yourself?”
Fandral stopped dancing as Loki tapped him on the shoulder. To you, his face was blurred, and his voice sounded like it was echoing through a tunnel.
“You have just about spun her mind out, Fandral.”
“Nonsense, it’s just one dance.”
“Fandral,” you said, steadying yourself on Loki’s arm, “it has been three dances. And this last one included increasing spinning as you got excited about your project. Would you mind if I left the floor?”
Fandral looked down at you, unapologetic and cheery. “I beg your forgiveness, my lady, I thought you were still in blush.” He led you off the floor to a window seat. Loki followed and pulled him away as you breathed in the cool night air.
“She is exhausted, you twit,” Loki whispered with a snarl. “Blushing? You couldn’t tell her blush from her rage if you tried. She has been kind to you because that is how Y/N is. Now let her be.”
“I’m sorry, Loki. I did not realize she was unwell.”
“You should not be apologizing to me, but to Y/N. Later. After she has recovered from you.”
You saw Fandral nod. He gave you a short bow, then walked away. You noticed him a few minutes later dancing with another woman. You figured she would be distracted from his economic plan as well.
“They seem to be getting worse,” Loki said, sitting next to you.
“Not necessarily. Thor would have been an excellent match, but he does not listen. He will not learn it from me. As for Alf and Fandral, I think you have intimidated them enough that they will stay away.” Loki tensed. You chuckled and tilted your head to look at him. “I have eyes. I know we made a promise, and I know that none of my past suitors have been right for me. But promise me one more thing.”
“And what is that, my lady?”
“If I am happy with someone, truly happy, do not interfere.”
Loki looked away with a huff. He started to say something but sighed as he looked at your face. He drew himself up and pulled your hands into his lap to hold them in his. “I promise, Y/N, if I see that you are truly happy with someone that I will not interfere with the matters of your heart.”
“Thank you, Loki.”
Loki stayed with you till the dizziness passed, and then danced the last waltz of the night with you.
He watched you as you left with your parents, noticing how your hair shimmering in the light, how your dress hung to the blissful curves of your body and wondered where you got your new pendant.
~1885, Months till next Belewe Moon
The palace was on high alert. Panic had not set in, yet, but people scurried in groups from room to room. Many courtiers stayed in their quarters, barricaded by their own guards. The skirmishes on the outskirts of Asgard and Vanaheim were frequent in recent days. Odin and Heimdall were deep into the mystery of who was attacking Asgard, but so far nobody had been identified. All the rulers of the usual enemies denied involvement, of course.
Due to the threat, there were also more guards and armored warriors in the halls. You avoided getting in their way as you hastened back to your room. You would have been helping Frigga with some defensive charms, but the notebook where you kept them was sitting on your desk. You could see it in your mind’s eye the second you walked through her door, cursing your forgetfulness. You thanked the gods that Frigga didn’t comment on your ability to forget small things when you could recite just about any spell from memory.
“Odin’s beard, Y/N! how could you have been so… ugh!” Deep in thought and self-kicking, you didn’t think to round the corner wide enough not to hit someone. Your face collided with a broad chest attached to a narrow waist. You stepped back, apologizing to the black-and-silver clad warrior.
“It is forgiven, Lady Y/N. I hold no ill will from this time or our last encounter.”
Looking up you saw a handsome young man familiar to you.
“Theoric?”
“Yes, back as a lieutenant. I hope you can forgive me.” He smiled at you kindly. Then you realized he was waiting for you to say something.
“Oh. For what?”
“For running into you. For my outburst, many years ago. Whichever I need forgiveness for.”
“That was a long time ago, Theoric. There is nothing to forgive. As for today, I am equally at fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You took a breath, taking a moment to reminisce. “It’s good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you as well. I was just looking for you actually… to give you this.” Theoric held out a leather-bound book. Running your fingers over the cover, you read “Ars Notoria.”
“Theoric,” you gasped, “this is an extremely rare book to find. The palace archives don’t even have it.”
“Now it is yours do with as you like. I’m sure you’ll find a use for it.”
You stared up at him, mouth agape. “Thank you,” you whispered out, pulling the text close to your chest.
“I know you are busy now, but I rotate out of patrol in a few hours. Could I meet you in your favorite place then? If it is your favorite place still.”
You promised to meet him, wondering how much he changed as you helped come up with a dome to protect the palace from attack. You kept the gift to yourself. It was a powerful text that could be used to harm or to help. You wanted to look over it on your own time, but first, you left to meet Theoric.
You found him scanning the spines of the books. “Do you see anything you like?” you asked quietly. He spun to find you and grinned.
“Yes, I do.” He continued to observe you as you shrunk in on yourself, self-conscience of your frazzled appearance. He broke the awkwardness with an offer. “Would you mind teaching me a little bit about rudimentary magic? I am going to be entirely clueless, but please, enlighten me.”
You talked for hours. He didn’t know a thing about magic, but he started to pick up on several details. He asked questions for clarity and seemed honestly interested in learning more about the world you loved. You took a turn to listen to him and his rise in the ranks and realized how much he matured. Gone was the bored boy with no time for books, the boy quick to anger, and gone was the self-centered carriage. Instead, his shoulders sat back with a confidence learned from taking orders.
You looked forward to further learning this new Theoric. Perhaps he was worth a second look.
When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years.
Pairing: young!Loki x young!Reader (Think age 11 or so)
Warnings: None, except slight sabotage I guess
Word Count: 2,200+
Note: I used thispost to calculate Loki’s age for the series as he is going to age throughout. Please let me know how you’re liking it (or not) and tell me what you think is going to happen next. Hint: if you know a little of the mythology, you might see the end coming. Shoot me a message or something if you want to be tagged for the series, or for anything else.
~1635 AD (Midgard Time)
His door shut with a small click, one that echoed through the hallway like a bell. Loki flinched but kept moving. The next guard exchange was about to happen so he would have to time his escape perfectly. He ducked behind a pillar as a pair of boots thundered into the passageway. They didn’t stop. Loki half wondered if he should be proud that he wasn’t seen, or worried that the guards were inept at their job.
There wasn’t time to reflect on this quandary, he didn’t want to be late.
The grassy alcove outside the library was empty save for one solitary figure. Loki’s breathing was rushed, having run the remaining way from the hallway. He focused on calming it, then making it quiet. His steps were soundless as he slinked up behind the figure.
“Boo,” he whispered.
“Boo, yourself,” a voice said from behind him. Loki jumped with a yelp as you stepped out of the shadows. With a wave of your hand, the figure turned and faded away.
“Someday you must teach me how you do that.” Loki looked up at the sky and a smile broke out over his face. “It has begun.” Overhead a glowing celestial orb rocketed through the sky. Its tail sparked as it fought the Asgardian atmosphere.
“Do you think it will pass the correct spot?” you asked.
“Perhaps.”
The comet soared closer to the object of your attention: a relatively close moon, not your own, that filled the sky. Every two hundred and fifty years or so, the comet Orvar had the chance to pass behind the moon, creating a comet-lunar eclipse. When this happened, the reflection of the moon shown blue with the space fire around the comet. It was called the Belewe Moon. If one watched the comet pass by in a secret place, the observer was supposed to have good luck until the next Belewe moon.
“Do you want to see if we can see anybody else watching the moon?” Loki asked, walking towards the edge.
“No, Loki, don’t. Don’t ruin someone’s luck by spying out their hiding place,” you held him back and shrugged, “besides, if, by peeking you give our spot away, you’ll curse us both with bad luck.”
Loki nodded in agreement.
You sat on the grass and laid back to watch the sky. Even with the brightness of the comet, you could see billions of stars. Loki laid next to you, hands behind his head. You twisted to lay your head on his chest, breathing in time to the rise of his breath.
“What luck do you think you’ll have?” he asked.
You thought for a moment then said, “maybe I’ll marry a husband who’ll build me a library. I know it won’t be as big as the one here, but it’ll be mine.”
“Marry?” Loki’s breath hitched beneath you. “You are not old enough for that yet. And we’re still in school.”
“Not for much longer,” you sighed, “Mother and Father have been discussing taking me out of school. A boy is coming tomorrow. They say I might be betrothed to him.”
“Betrothed? What is this, the Dark Ages? Nobody does that anymore.”
“They do here at court.” The comet continued its path, finally drawing close to the moon. “We wouldn’t have a ceremony till years later, but… I’m of an age where they must start thinking about it. And at this stage, I have a choice. They told me I can say no if I wish.”
“Then say no.” Loki’s chest was tight. You rolled over so you could twist to look directly into his eyes.
“Why should I? I have not met him yet.”
“But you’ve met me,” Loki smirked at you, but his eyes claimed something deeper.
“I don’t think you are on my parent’s list. You are too above my station.”
Loki turned to lay on his side; you did the same. “Then it will help your family even more. I’m a prince of Asgard. You are an intelligent young lady of the court. There couldn’t be a more perfect pairing. And Father favor’s Thor, so he will be the one to have an arranged marriage for the throne.”
“You speak like it is so easy, Loki,” You rolled back onto your back. “There are more politics involved than you think.”
Loki looked down to his feet, so close to yours. “Then I will learn the politics.” He glanced at you, but you were watching the sky. “Y/N?”
“Hmm?”
“If I learn the politics, and if I can convince our parents that the match will be good, would you at least consider… me?”
Orvar was just touching the inner edge of the moon. You two were so young. What could you possibly know about marriage? The first glimmer of blue started to glow around the moon. It gave you an idea.
“Do you think you could wait for me?”
“What?”
“If I have not married by the next Belewe Moon, nor you, would you marry me then?”
Loki laid back with a confused huff. “Yes. But that is not for another two hundred and fifty years.”
“Exactly. If no suitors have caught my eye by then, my parents will want to take any proposal given to them. It will help you sway them even more. But you would have to promise. I do not want to wait that long with the false hope that you will back out, married or not.”
“Agreed.”
The comet was fully behind the moon now. The sky surrounding it burst into different beams of blue as the tail fully eclipsed the moon. You could hear soft cheering around the city.
“Y/N, I promise you by the light of the Belewe light: if neither of us has wed by the next moon, I shall wed you without hesitation.” His voice was strong.
“I promise you, Loki, by the light of the Belewe light: if neither of us has wed by the next moon, I shall wed you without hesitation.”
The cheers died off as Orvar passed the point of illumination. The moon lost its halo, and the sky was as it was before.
Loki took your hand and squeezed it. He continued to hold it till the comet was out of sight. He successfully escorted you back to your room without incident. You fell asleep with the courage that he had the luck, and skill, to make it back without getting caught.
The Next Morning
“What do you think of him, Y/N?” your mother asked you. The boy jumped out of the transport and took a small bouquet from his father.
“He’s cute, I guess. But looks are not everything,” you replied. You could feel your parents grinning at each other over your head.
“Sindri,” your father called out, “welcome to Asgard!”
“Thank you, my friend. May I introduce my wife, Erna, and my son, Theoric.”
The fathers continued to talk as you looked at Theoric. He was cute, in a way. His hands were shaking around the flowers, but he kept his posture straight and strong. You found his eyes observing you as well and looked away, blushing through getting caught.
“Here,” he said, holding out the flowers, “these are for you.” You took them. A few sprigs of baby’s breath surrounded a single, small, red tulip that hadn’t opened yet.
“He picked those himself this morning,” Erna said kindly. Your mother tapped you on your shoulder.
“Thank you. They are beautiful.”
“Perhaps you could show Theoric around the palace while we talk.” You clenched your jaw and looked up at your mother with pleading eyes. Could she be any more of a cliché? She didn’t give you time to reply or to complain before taking Erna’s arm and leading her inside. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you turned back to face Theoric.
“You don’t have to show me around,” he said, breaking the silence. “You can just show me your favorite place. If you would like.”
You nodded in agreement. If Thor and his friends saw you with him, you wouldn’t live it down for weeks. “Follow me.” You led him through back hallways to the library, opening the door with a flourish.
Theoric gave you a single nod as he looked around. “Your favorite place is… a library?”
“Yes. I have an impossible dream to read them all.”
“That is impossible.” Theoric walked to one of the bookshelves and pulled out a book. He flipped through the pages quickly, then shelved it with a huff. “Do you have any other favorite places?”
Your eyes flitted to the grassy alcove, but you played it off as thinking. “No. I have been known to stay here all day when I’m not called elsewhere.”
“How incredibly dull. How are you still sane?” He looked past you to the hallway. “I think we should get back. Mother said there was to be a lunch before they started discussing anything important.”
“My mother said the same. This way.” You took the short route to the small dining hall outside your family’s quarters while at court. You walked quickly, answering shortly to any questions Theoric had. Then he was silent. You turned around to ask if he was alright, but he was gone. Panic set in. While you had already eliminated him as a suitor, your parents and his would be furious if you lost him in the palace. You started to backtrack your steps, hoping he could not have wandered far.
Loki was deeply engrossed in a book when a disgruntled boy walked around the corner muttering about incompetent girls.
“You there! Which way to the dining hall?”
“Which one?” Loki muttered, refusing to look up from his book.
“The one Y/N Y/L/N was taking me to before she lost me around a corner. Would you stop reading and show me the way?”
Loki sighed and closed his book. The boy’s hands were clenched, as was his jaw, and he kept shifting his feet impatiently. Loki was going to take his time with this rude boy. There was no way you were going to choose this one over him.
“This way.”
Loki led him in circles for quite some time. He occasionally poked his head into one of the other small dining halls, feigning innocence. By the time they reached the correct hall, Theoric was fuming.
“I asked for guidance, not a tour. Everybody in this place is so incompetent.” He burst through the doors, starting chaos inside. Loki thought it best to slip away. Besides, he’d left his book on the window sill.
You burst in through the other doors as Theoric did. “Mother, I cannot find-“
“You! You lost me on purpose.” Theoric pointed at you across the table, face redder than a beet.
“It is not my fault that you could not keep up.” It was an accident. A gentleman would be understanding. You looked at your mother and sent her a curt nod. This was not the one. She sighed and looked at the other three adults, passing along your message.
“Father, I refuse to stay any longer.” Theoric turned on his heel to march out.
“Are you sure that is the right way, Theoric? Are you an expert of the palace now?” You smirked at his back, enjoying the way he flinched.
He stopped, flustered. He stomped his foot and waited for your father to usher his parents out the door. Your mother shot you a look. You were in trouble, but they’d have to find you first. Nobody knew the palace better than you, except maybe Loki.
Loki.
He had to know about this idiootti, this idiot.
You found him in his favorite window alcove, reading as always. He heard you coming and made room for you. You laid against the opposite wall so your feet could almost touch.
“How was the meeting?”
“A disaster. I lost him on the way back from the library, and he was extremely rude about it. And he thinks reading is dull.”
Loki whipped around to look at you. “What? A person who does not read considers it dull because they find themselves so.”
“I know that, and you know that. But I’m in trouble now for losing him, and probably again for not sticking around to see him off.”
“He wasn’t worth it.”
After a moment of reflection, you spoke up.
“Did you mean what you said last night? Or was it just the moon?”
“I swore, Y/N. I will never break that vow, no matter how many stars fly through the sky.”
Your heartbeat slowed. Calmed.
Loki handed you a book from his stack. You two sat reading in silence except for sound of the palace bustle below.
Reunion smut between Y/N and Captain Loki, if he can save her…
Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader
Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT. Kama Sutra poses (can you identify all four of them?)
Word Count: 1500+
Notes: This is the last installment of “To Love the Sea;” I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I have had writing it. Please reblog, comment, and like! If you have any requests for more Loki smut or another character, send me a request.
You leapt onto the gangplank and took several steps in past Thor’s reach. The edge of the Eye swelled closer.
“Y/N! No! Stay there,” Loki yelled through the storm as it enveloped the ships.
Thor and Loki and crew-mates from both sides yelled at you to stop. The heavy winds swept their pleas away, leaving you in a rainy silence. You made it about halfway across before you noticed the roiling water beneath you and froze.
The sea filled your sight, and the storm took over the rest of your senses as the ships were tossed back into the fray. The waves pitched higher, bouncing the ships like toys and rocking the gangplank beneath you. With another swell, it bounced off one of the sides and fell into the sea. You plummeted towards the water, then felt a strong grip around your waist. You struggled against the hold that felt like Thor’s.
“Pull us up, lads! Y/N, it’s me. You’re safe.”
Loki pressed his forehead against yours as the crew tugged you both back onto the ship. Loki grunted as the rope around his waist rolled up his chest and tightened around his ribcage. He kept you on top of him when the crew pulled him over the railing. You both looked back at Thor, possibly glaring at him with the same expression.
Thor snarled and shouted orders to his crew that were whipped away in the wind. Mjolnir turned and sailed on her course. Loki pulled you to the main mast and tied you onto him as the Winged Mischief turned around to leave the storm in her wake.
“You came for me,” you cried into his chest.
“Of course, love,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders shivering with cold and fear and tilted your face to look at him. You pressed your lips to his and kissed as though you had been waiting for a hundred years. He met your enthusiasm and raised it to slipping his tongue into your mouth.
The crew scuttling around the mast ignored you. And you ignored them.
His fingers dug into your hips, but he pushed you away as the ship sailed out the other side of the maelstrom. His deft fingers untied the rope between you. Loki took your hand and lead you across the deck, shouting at Eldred, “keep to the course.”
You beat Loki to the door, and pulled out the key on the chain he gave you. The way his eyes sparkled made your knees almost give out. He had to guide your hand into the lock.
You were pinned to the wall before the door shut all the way. With one hand, he locked it, with the other he rushed to loosen the stays of your corset. With that removed and both hands free, he hoisted up your dress and caressed your hips. You reached past him and untied the front of his pants, flushing at the sight of his desire. He ran a thumb up your folds, and smiled at the slick he found there. With a slight chuckle, he lifted you up to rest on his hips and spun to lean against the wall. Loki’s hard member twitched against your stomach. He raised you higher before letting you sink onto him.
You’d missed this. The stretch, the feeling of being utterly full. The sight of his muscles as they flexed with ecstasy. His touch was gentle, but his strength kept your weight solely on his arms. The intensity of the day and the reunion lead to a quick build. Your muscles relaxed and released; your sigh was soft and relieved. Loki combed your hair out of your face as you shuddered through it.
He carried you bridal style to the bed. Your legs caught under his arms as he kneeled before you. With your legs up and opened around his chest, you were more open to receiving him. He sank deeper than before. You touched his bicep to let him know you were still sensitive, so he started slow. He took his time, rolling his hips to play with the areas that made you more vocal. Your gasps and pleas encouraged him to speed up. Your knees were almost pressed to your chest as he thrust. When he leaned back further for more leverage, your legs slipped to lay on either side of him you took the chance to flip him onto his back.
He was too surprised to take back control but grinned as you twisted to sit facing away from him. You lifted your dress over your head and tossed it away. You felt Loki arch beneath you to remove his shirt, tilting you forward precariously. You braced yourself on his chest. Loki caught you by the hips and used his grip to pull you down to meet his thrusts. Each one found that perfect place inside you. Your gasps were louder and emphasized with pleasured cries. You couldn’t tell the sound of the waves from the sound of your skin colliding with each other. He held you down as you screamed through your peak.
You fell forward and laid on the bed, backward from where you started. Loki pulled your legs to him and wrapped them around his waist. He was still hard.
“Can you brave one more wave, darling?”
“The whole ocean.”
Loki grinned and sheathed into you again. You arched at the sensation. Your eyes fluttered closed as everything seemed to haze over. You found you could focus on a few things. The drag of him inside you. His strong grip on your hips. The scent of arousal between you. The sound of his grunts. You forced open your eyes to look at him. His long, black locks hung about his face, framing how his eyes were open, just barely, to stare down at you. He watched your breasts tip back and forth with his movements. You caught a smirk at the edge of his mouth and thought what you could do with it. Perhaps another time. His thrusts came more sporadically as his end drew near.
“Come for me, Captain,” you begged, knowing what it would do to him.
His eyes glazed over with a darker light. He pulled your hips to meet his movements hard, then came with a shout. The feeling of him finally releasing tipped you over the edge and you followed him. He collapsed next to you, skin shiny with sweat. Clasped tightly in his arms, you were almost asleep when he asked, “Y/N, where do you want to go?”
“What?”
“You’ve seen how dangerous it’s been out here. I can take you home if that is what you wish.” His face turned away. You ran a finger up his arm, but it was tense and flinched under your touch.
Did you want to go home? It would definably be safer. On this voyage, you had almost been drowned by sirens, almost drowned again by a hurricane, and kidnapped technically twice if you included Loki himself. Having a bed that didn’t rock with the ship would be nice, you supposed. And you always heard such incredible stories at the Rogue’s Rest.
But you didn’t want to hear stories, you wanted to live them.
“My wish,” you started. Loki grimaced beside you. “My wish is to sail to a place where you have never been. I wish to learn to love the sea as much as you do.” Loki leaned up and looked at you, incredulous and agape. You continued, “teach me charts, navigation, sailing. Show me the wonders you promised me back at the inn. I came on this voyage to see them.” You frowned at him, playful. “You have not delivered, Captain.”
“Well then,” Loki said with a grin, “I suppose this expedition isn’t over yet.” He leaned over and kissed you deeply, laughing when you whimpered as he pulled away. He helped you clean up and got a little distracted when trying to tie your corset, but soon you were on deck looking at the course he had set.
“I’d hope you wanted to stay, so I planned a route to Annwfyn, an island between sky and sea as the last place on any map. It’s mostly drawn to signify the edge of other voyages, and I have yet to hear a first account of the land. It’s small enough to where we could miss it completely and sail over the edge of the world. Falling for eternity.”
“Then I suggest we dock in the port of Cape Cockaigne for supplies.” You pointed at a harbor on the edge of a large mass of land that extended past the edge of the map. A mainland.
“You heard the woman, Eldred. We go to Cape Cockaigne.”
For the rest of the day, he showed you how to map a course, how to use a northing stone, and then how to use a sextant when the sun set. The two of you stayed out almost all night as he taught you how to navigate just using the stars. He had blankets set out by the prow so you could sleep side by side on way to a land unknown.
Curled up next to him, you felt like you never wanted to leave.
Commodore Thor is taking Y/N back to The Rogue’s Rest. The ship is slow, but it doesn’t look like Captain Loki is coming to save her.
Pairing: None.
Warnings: angst, cliffhanger
Word Count: 1500+
Note: Only one more part after this! No smut in this one; perhaps in the next one. Please comment, like, reblog to tell me how much you have liked the series and what you think is going to happen next.
“Don’t worry Lady Y/N. We’ll make sure you arrive home safely.”
You didn’t feel safe. Every man looked at you with sideways glances. Then they looked at Thor and averted their eyes.
Mjolnir was a beautiful ship to his credit. A First Rate Frigate, she was bigger and more heavily armored than Winged Mischief, but you missed the way she glided through the waters. Mjolnir was heavier, moved slower, and drew attention to herself with bright red sails. Kind of like Thor. But he was a gentleman and offered you his cabin for the trek.
It was all wrong. The door was locked simply, adorned with only Thor’s coat of arms. Inside it was stained with so much red and gold, his family colors. The desk was obliterated in maps and charts. The glass bookcase was filled with only journals. The windows were just as big, but the ship wasn’t moving fast enough to leave much of a wake. And the bed was a mere cot blanketed with a few dull quilts. You found yourself comparing everything to Loki, which only made you depressed.
You stood awkwardly back on deck as Thor explained something about meals. He would bring you a tray. You were not to leave the cabin. If you needed something, there was a string connected to a bell on the quarterdeck, but it was only for emergencies. None of this felt like a rescue.
“What have I done wrong, Commodore, that I am to be confined like a prisoner?”
“It’s for your safety, Y/N,” he said while plotting a course with a compass. “Loki might chase after us as a matter of pride, or he will hide in the ocean until they run out of rum. In case it is the former, it’s best you stay out of sight.”
“You don’t think he’ll come… for me?”
His first mate, Fandral, looked between you and Thor as you waited for an answer. Thor finished sketching the route, then stood at full height and clasped his hands behind his back.
“No, my lady, I don’t think he will.”
You thought for a moment, searching for a reason. “You’re right. The ocean is vast. He could never find me in the whole sea. If anything he’ll wait till I’m back home, and when you are gone again.”
“That is not why, Lady Y/N. He knows what course I will chart. It has always been the one I use when crossing the divide; it has been since I earned my commission.”
“And what course was that, Commodore?”
Thor suppressed a grin. He may have been a tough navy man, but he was still young and full of jest. “You will see soon enough. It dangerous, and stands as another reason why you should retire.” He turned back to his charts. Fandral did too, considering the conversation over. The second mate, a curvy man called Siff, kept the ship on course at the wheel.
“Why do you hate him so?” you asked under your breath. This animosity between Thor and Loki was ancient; it had to have come from before they joined the Navy. “Why do you hunt him down at every turn and search for ways to destroy his life?”
“It is because he tried to blame me for Sigyn’s death, and then took revenge by attempting to thwart my turn at the commission.” Thor dropped his instruments on the table and faced you. “I didn’t know she was on board till Loki had left the wheel to save her. I kept us from crashing into the rocks. As recompense, he committed every trick known to man to keep me from command. Even from childhood, he has tried to take away what was mine from the beginning.” Thor grasped your shoulders. “Lady Y/N, you have to see through his tricks. If you hold onto them, they can only bring you pain.”
“What tricks? For the first time in my life, I have someone who is reaching for me, not the other way around.”
“Do you really think you are brave for loving him? He asked Sigyn ‘come with me’ or ‘leave this place’, and you can see how that ended. Did he make a similar offer when he came for you? He did, didn’t he?” Thor looked down at your bewildered face.
“I don’t want to hear anymore,” you begged. You tried to shake off his grip, but he was bigger and stronger than you. You thought of Loki’s face, how much his eyes glowed when he sailed his ship and when he looked at you. Looking up at Thor, you wore Loki’s commanding face and stopped struggling. “Let me pass, Commodore.” He released you and stepped out of the way. You walked away with your head held high, but once you were back in the cabin everything crumbled apart.
You made it to the cot before collapsing. You don’t know when you fell asleep, or for how long, but when you came too, it was dark. You couldn’t see the stars; the sky was rolling too much. Everything was rolling too much. In the darkness, you could see the waves crest higher than the ship. For a moment, you thought of ringing the bell. A flash lit the sky and the following rumble rattled the windows. You could risk the lightning.
The deck was in chaos. Crewmen ran with rope, securing everything they could to the deck or lugging it below. Overhead, the sky was a strange sick color. Clouds boiled like water in a pot or bubbles in stirred ale. Fear hid at the corner of every man’s eye. Except Thor’s. He laughed into the wind, his golden locks loose and whipping around his face. Your blood ran cold at the sight of him.
“Are enjoying the storm, Lady Y/N?” he called out to you. “It is called Meltem, Charybdis, or Tiamat, and has been raging for a hundred years without ceasing.”
Mjolnir jumped in the waves, sending you almost hurting off the ship. You were able to grasp the railing. You watched as a curtain of rain swept across the ship, drowning everything in its path. A flash of lightning illuminated green flags in the distance. With another flash, you could see the ship they were attached to. As the ship sailed closer, you could see a man standing at the aft.
Loki.
Soon he was close enough for you to see the determination in his eyes. This wasn’t just pride. It was a bonfire that lived in both of you.
“Thor!” he called out over the raging of the sea. Thor left the wheel to Siff and came to stand beside you. Eldred steered the Winged Mischief to sail on Mjolnir’s starboard side. “Thor, I have come to make a deal.”
“The Navy doesn’t make deals with pirates, Loki,” Thor called back. He grinned as he wrapped a large arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. He knew every way to push Loki to the edge.
But Loki knew things too.
“Lady Sif! Still sailing with the Scarlet Crusader?”
Thor’s grip tightened on your shoulder. The man at the wheel removed his cap to reveal long locks. Lady Sif bowed to Loki, then returned focus on controlling the ship.
“I thought women weren’t allowed on military vessels?” Loki continued, smirking brightly. “If Thor denies me what I have rightfully stolen, there will be a position to fill, if you’ll have it.”
“If you are sincere in making a deal,” Thor interrupted, “you will come aboard my ship when we reach the Eye.”
“Agreed.”
Thor left you standing at the railing as the ships headed for a bright spot in the sky. A perfect ring divided the storm clouds from a perfect blue opening. It cast a beam of light onto the sea, creating a peaceful pool that could have been a crystalline lake. Thor’s crew sent out a gangplank between the crafts once you reached the center. Loki stood on the other end but did not cross.
“How do I know that you will not sink so low as to trick me again, Commodore? You could have parley on my ship. Bring Y/N across with you, and we will discuss terms.”
“You are not in a position to bargain, Loki. I hold all the aces. What will happen is justice, that I will swear by. Make your decision quickly, or your window will close.” Thor was right, as quickly as you had sailed into the eye, you were about to sail out into the storm again.
Loki nodded and stepped onto the plank. From the corners of your eyes, you could see Thor’s men tighten their grips on their swords. It seemed justice would be imprisonment for Loki and a normal life for you. You didn’t want normal, not now and never again.
You leapt onto the gangplank and took several steps in past Thor’s reach. The edge of the Eye swelled closer.
“Thor, you asked me if I was brave enough to love him. Let this be my proof.”
“Y/N! No! Stay there,” Loki yelled through the storm as it enveloped the ships.
“If I make it across, then I stay with him. If I fall, I am lost to the sea. Either way, I’m not going back.”
Thor and Loki and crewmates from both sides yelled at you to stop. The heavy winds swept their pleas away, leaving you in a rainy silence. You made it about halfway across before you noticed the roiling water beneath you and froze.
Y/N and Loki’s relation is strained after sailing through Siren Trench. A night under the stars and a trip to an exotic land rekindles them. But then an old acquaintance shows up.
Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader
Warnings: Angst. SMUT. Oral (female receiving).
Word Count: 2000+
Note: I’m not sorry who I killed off. And I’ve left the ending pretty open if you guys want part 4. Thanks to the anons who requested part 3! To the people who will wonder where Thasilia came from, it’s a combination of Thule and Baltia. Enjoy. Comment. Share the heck out of it. And send requests!
He stared at you from the top of the stairs. Tense. Livid. Your heart stopped, seeing the anger in his eyes. They were directed at only you.
You were cold and wet, and terrified. You almost swallowed a kiss from a siren. You would have drowned instantly. When he drained away, you caught some of the splash. You shivered; Loki’s eyes were as colorless as the siren. The door to his cabin was still open and you rushed towards it.
Loki’s cabin wasn’t any warmer, but it had dry blankets at least. Your wet shift dropped to the floor. You wanted the enchanted water off your skin. It was in your hair, dripped down your arms, and seemed to drown you just by existing. You grabbed the scratchy wool mantle hanging on Loki’s desk chair and wrapped your naked form in it. The chair caught you as your legs gave out.
Loki found you like that a short time later. He locked the door behind him, then sat the key on the desk.
“I swore that the first time I sailed through the pass, that it would be my last time.” Loki took a deep breath and licked his lips. “I was only a commander then, waiting to be given my own ship. There were two of us that could rank. Looking back, I can see how he was the obvious choice, but I somehow always knew it was going to be me. I was given command as a trial of the real thing, but I had to choose between two routes to get to the harbor. I chose the Siren’s Trench.”
Loki reached into a small box sitting on the desk and pulled out a chain with a ring on it. It was gold, set with an emerald.
“I was courting a lady of status at the time, and we were to be wed once I had my ship. On the day we were to set out, she snuck aboard dressed as a crewmate. I didn’t know she was there till I heard a siren calling her name.” He pulled you out of the chair and into his lap as he sat down. “My first mate for the voyage knew she was there. He chose not to tell me. I almost lost the whole crew trying to save her. That bloody siren pulled her overboard anyways. And my first mate, my sea brother, got the commission.” He draped the chain around your neck; the metal was warm where he had held it. The ring jingled lightly.
“What was her name?” you asked, whispering.
“Sigyn. If everything had gone according to plan I would have been married to her. But I would have never met you, Y/N. I would never have pulled you into danger like this.”
You leaned forward to kiss him. He leaned forward too but stopped himself. He pushed you out of his lap abruptly and walked away.
“In a few days, we’ll dock in Thasilia.” From the same small box, he pulled out another key and let himself out. You hung the first next to the ring.
The next several days were strained. The weather was clear, so Loki slept on the deck under the stars. You stayed mostly in the cabin and only ventured to the hold to eat in the kitchen. Even then Loki often had your food delivered. Towards the end of the week, the air started to get cold. Loki came in and grabbed a series of blankets and a couple of heavy coats. He handed one to you, which you donned immediately, and then pulled out a series of fur dress from one of the chests before draping them on the bed.
Then he left.
You were asleep when you felt his hand brush a curl off your face. You opened your eyes and took a breath to ask him what was wrong, but he laid a finger over your mouth. He wrapped you in the thickest blanket and led you outside. The frigid air hit what was exposed of your skin and made you gasp. Loki hugged you tighter to him.
“Look up,” he whispered.
The sky was awash with color. Stars twinkled behind twisting streams of greens and pinks. Occasionally a new branch would shoot out with a beam of aquamarine leading the way. The way the lights danced, it looked like watching light through a wall of ice. You could sail with Loki to the ends of the earth, and you would never find any words perfect enough to describe the spectacle above you. But Loki wasn’t looking at the sky. He was gazing over your head to the sea. The water reflected the light above and bent it in a unique own way to create a shimmering rainbow sea. If you could walk on water, this would be the place to try.
“I should not have pushed you away,” he said, breaking the silence.
“I should have stayed in the cabin.”
“I should not have locked you in there without telling you that was the plan.”
Above you, the sails swelled forward and relaxed as the wind pushed the ship forward.
His lips met yours as you leaned up to him. Greedily, his embrace pulled you closer, pinning your arms to your sides under the blanket. It felt like you were a parched woman finding a stream. You drank in his kiss, loving the way he pressed his lips into yours. You hummed and opened up to him, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth as he pushed you against the railing of the ship. When you broke away at last to breathe, he took your hand and led you onto the quarter deck.
In the back, above where his bed was in his cabin, Loki had set up the series of blankets into a cot. It was surprisingly comfortable you discovered as Loki laid you down. He kneeled beside you, his hovering form outlined by the ribbons of light. You stopped him as he leaned down.
“What about the watchman in the crow’s nest?”
“If he peeks we might accidentally leave him on shore.”
Loki finished the distance between you to nibble on your throat. You clawed the fabric beneath you as he sucked and licked across your collar bone. With a glance up at you, he lifted your skirt and nipped his way up your thigh. You moaned as he reached your apex. You wanted him to stay there all night. You wanted him to dive into you. Every want and desire built on the other as he moved his lips and tongue in every way that he knew you loved. When you arched your back during certain ministrations, he stayed there and dragged more of his favorite sounds out of you. Your peak poured out of you, and he drank you with as much fervor as you had kissed him.
Growling, he crawled up your body, his eyes glistening and dark. You worked him out of his pants, and gladly accepted the reminder of what a gem he possessed. He ground his hips down, running his shaft between your folds. You gripped his biceps, reveling in the way you were already sensitive. Before he could sink into you, you flipped him underneath. He was surprised, but pleasantly so. His eyes struggled to stay open as you slid onto him. The grunts he made as you rolled your hips made you open your stance. You wanted him deeply within you. You wanted to feel him fill you completely. You shuddered as you clenched around him. Your knees refused to raise you up again, so Loki took over.
He thrust up into you, and pulled your hips onto his. Hard. The slapping of the waves against the ship almost drowned out the sound of your bodies. One hand danced over to your clit and pressed circles into it. You arched into the sky as everything rippled through you. Loki thrusts faltered as you came until he was spilling too.
You collapsed next to him, sweating in the fur lining of your dress. You curled into Loki’s chest as it started to cool on your skin. You were asleep before Loki could wrap you up in the coverings.
The next morning didn’t feel like morning. It was still dark outside, but you felt rested and you could hear the usual bustle outside. Loki must have carried you into the cabin before the crew woke up. You met him on the deck. There wasn’t a dock, so they weighed anchor while Loki prepared the boat for your trip to shore. You couldn’t see much; there was a thick mist covering the coast.
“Hurry, Dove. I want you to see something.” Loki rowed you out between the ship and the shore, then steadied the boat. “Watch the sea… that way.” For a few minutes, nothing happened. The gaze Loki directed you to was along the coast between where the water stopped and the mist started. Then the sun crested behind the ship. The mist dissolved slowly, revealing a glittering beach. “The sand is made of amber. And if I navigated correctly we should see… there she is. Thasilia.”
As the remaining mist faded away, you could finally see the stunning city. Thasilia used the sand in all their architecture. Everything was made from ice, with designs made in the walls with the golden stones, which gave the walls a glow, like a candle through a lamp. You walked the beach with Loki and gathered a small pouch of the stones. Inside the city, you were surrounded by exotic wonders, warm and bright against the hardness of the ice. By midday, your cheeks were flushed in awe. You stopped in a tavern and couldn’t help noticing how different it was from The Rogues’ Rest.
You were both two drinks in when a thundering laughter burst through the door. Instantly Loki was on his feet and had his sword drawn. Commodore Thor walked through the crowd to stand unarmed before Loki as his men circled the room.
The buzz in the tavern ceased.
“I thought I might find you here, Loki.”
“Thor. That might have been the fastest repair of your ship in its history. How is Mjolnir?”
“She is sailing well in her backup sails. I had them made after that battle in Brittia. Don’t try to resist,” Thor said, making Loki stop mid-lunge, “you are surrounded and outnumbered.”
“If you think I’m going to just surrender…” Loki spat.
“Actually, I’m not here for you.” Thor looked past him at you. You inched closer to Loki and the circle of Thor’s men took a step forward.
“Why?” Loki asked, curling his arm back to shield you.
“You kidnaped her, Loki. There were witnesses that saw you dragging her to the docks while my sails burned. I was sent to take her back.”
Loki glanced at you over his shoulder. You knew he could see the fear in your eyes. “What if she doesn’t want to go back?”
Thor chuckled. “We both know, Loki, that you are able to make people desire less than what they deserve.” He again peered at you, with a gaze not dissimilar to a way a child might look at a lost pet. “Has he told you of all the women he’s swayed with his pretty words only to dump them in some far port when he was through with them?”
When you didn’t answer he nodded at two men behind you. They rushed forward and had you outside of the circle before Loki could act. He spun around with a murderous gaze to Thor’s smirk.
Thor laughed, making his medals clink on his chest. “It seems I have concurred the master trickster.”
“So it seems. I would never have thought you had the wit for it.”
The crew backed their way out of the tavern with you in tow. A few stayed behind to keep Loki from following, and Thor personally escorted you to his ship.
“Don’t worry Lady Y/N. We’ll make sure you arrive home safely.”
The Winged Mischief sails through a siren infested sea. Will Y/N be true to Loki, or will she deceived and drown?
Pairing: Pirate!Loki x Reader
Warnings: SMUT. Moments of Peril (towards the end). Oral (female receiving). Fingering.
Word Count: 2700+
Note: Here’s Part 1. Thank you anons who requested that I continue the story; this was so much fun to write. Please like, reblog, comment, etc. and let me know if you want there to be a part 3, and/or if you would like a true series with Captain Loki. (I’m kind of interested.)
You never knew how much you would love the spray of the sea. The Winged Mischief was the perfect vessel: quick and slim, but sturdy. For the first few hours on the ship, you stood at the bow by the serpent figurehead, laughing as the ship jumped and glided through the water.
For every second of it, you could feel Captain Loki’s eyes on your back. He was at the wheel, clearly enjoying steering his own vessel. You eventually joined him on the quarter-deck. While Eldred, the first mate, took control, you received a quick rundown on cartography and how to avoid hazards. There was one up ahead that had everyone uneasy. They had come through it once before, but Loki had refused to sail through it again when they lost a crewmate. Now it was unavoidable, but nobody would tell you what the danger was. Loki’s brow was creased with worry, and the smile he gave you trying to keep the adventure light didn’t extend to the corners of his eyes.
“How rude of me,” he huffed after you asked another probing question, “I haven’t shown you where you’ll be sleeping. Come, Y/N; let me show you my cabin.” You didn’t like him avoiding your questions, but his hand was warm and the arm around your waist was insistent.
The Captain’s Cabin was situated under the quarter deck, barred from the rest of the main deck by a heavy door with a compass rose carved into it. Loki inserted a key into the center of it, pleased that you were impressed by the rotating of the cardinal directions as it unlocked. Inside it was brightly lit by large windows overlooking the fading wake of the ship. There was a desk covered in maps and charts to the right, backed by a bookshelf covered in glass to protect the books and journals. To the left was a series of chests, ranging large to small, that you assumed was filled with a captain’s share of each raid. Under the windows was a bed overflowing with over-filled pillows and rich blankets woven with Persian designs. You wobbled over, still lacking your sea legs, and flopped down on it. You sank in deeply, protected from falling out by the high frame built into the walls.
“Comfortable?” Loki asked, sinking into the bed next to you.
You hummed in pleasure. “It’s beautiful. The sea, the ship… your cabin.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “But you’ve only been introduced to the sea; she gets even better, trust me.” He stretched out beside you, curled against your back as you looked out to the waves. You were too entranced to notice what else he was doing till your skirt was above your knees.
“I’m not your ship for a day and you’re already trying to seduce me?”
“I haven’t seen you in months, so yes, I’m seducing you.” His hand inched further up your skirt. “I also haven’t had the chance to rebuke you for refusing me.” He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “I don’t like not getting my way.”
When you gasped, he chuckled and pulled you closer. Already his fingers were gliding up your thighs, with his fingernails leaving promising paths behind them. Your breathing was shallow as his other hand loosened the stays of your underbust; he tossed it away completely once you were free of it. He pushed your skirts over your head but left your chemise on. His head dove under it, blocking your view of him.
“I have missed the taste of you, love,” he murmured into your folds. He laid a thick stripe across you, making you arch. His large hands spread over your hips and pushed you further into the bed till you couldn’t move. Loki continued his ministrations, nose pressed against your clit, but unmoving. His tongue flicked out, shocking your core. You moaned and forced yourself to keep your thighs from pressing around his head. “That’s it, Y/N. Remember me, and what I can do to you.”
His tongue moved faster, making you writhe and twist in ecstasy. His arm stretched across your stomach so his other hand could join his tongue. While he began to suck on your clit, he pushed one finger into you. He added a second, and later a third. You were screaming by then. He maneuvered from under your shift to watch you.
“Call for me, Y/N. Do you remember how to, dove?”
“Captain!” you screamed. You continued the cry and increased the pitch as he replaced his fingers with his girth. You don’t know when he removed his pants, or how, but you wanted him. He sank into you agonizingly slowly. You begged him to move. He rolled his hips once, igniting a fire deep within you, but it wasn’t enough to push you over. He leaned up to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. He rolled his hips randomly, laughing as you shuddered.
“Please, Captain.”
“Please, what, Y/N? Are you not enjoying yourself?” He rolled his hips again, making you quake.
“Yes, but I need more Captain. Please, make the sea jealous.”
His pupils eclipsed his icy blues. He placed his hands on either side of your head, his grin wicked and needy as he stared down at you.
You braced your hands against the back wall as Loki began to pound into you. The tightness he was creating in you was making it hard to breathe and you found yourself unable to scream.
“Breath, Y/N” Loki said, slowing down. He waited till you gasped and swallowed a few deep breaths before building up speed again. You could barely keep your eyes open, but you couldn’t ignore the sight above you. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes were soft even as dark as they were. He twisted his hips in a different way. You found your voice again to scream as he found that perfect place. With a few more thrusts you tightened around him and released. He came with you, pouring fast and hot inside you before collapsing next to you.
Outside the sky was fading into streaks of oranges and purples. Loki curled his fingers in your hair while pressing up behind you. You closed your eyes to rest, but he spoke up.
“I want you to stay in the cabin tomorrow.”
“What?” you asked, incredulous.
“I didn’t want to frighten you, but the pass has been known to be infested with sirens. This particular variety can possess water to take the form of what or who you desire the most.” His fingers stilled and his chest rose shallowly behind you. “We were able to use wax in our ears last time, but the sirens can’t be fully tricked the same way twice. We’re still going to use wax, but we’re also going to tie ourselves to the masts.”
“Where will you be?” you turned and faced him.
“I’ll be roped to the wheel to steer us through. The waters are treacherous even without the sirens.”
He rolled out of bed and tossed on his shirt. His muscles were tense where they had been relaxed with you, and he kept avoiding your gaze. As he was tying the strings on his pants, here came a shout from the deck. Loki shoved on his boots and ran out. You wrapped one of his coats around your shift and followed him out.
The crew was gathered to one side of the ship around one holding a rope. It was hanging over the side into the water.
“50 fathoms!” the man called. He continued to release the rope into the water, tugging at it occasionally to see it had touched the bottom. “60 fathoms!”
“Captain on deck!” Eldred called out. The crew made a hole for him and averted their eyes from you. You thought you saw one of them blush.
“What’s the problem, Eldred? Why haven’t we anchored?”
“Something’s happened to the edge of the pass. The shelf has either given away, or those bloody sirens have broken it off. The waters are too deep to weigh anchor.”
Loki looked towards the sails. They were tied up so they wouldn’t catch any more wind, but the top flags said there wasn’t one anyway.
“80 fathoms!”
“And there seems to be a tide, Captain; it’s pulling us in. What do you want us to do?”
Loki looked off to the sea. His eyebrows squeezed together and his jaw clenched. He scratched his palm, deep in thought, then sighed as he came to a decision.
“We sail through. Tonight.” He turned around to face the crew as they cried out in fear and anger. “If any man has a better idea, let him say it. Otherwise, I say we sail through and fight the sirens. Ganglati, is the wax ready?”
“Yessir!”
“Bring it up. Blain, gather the rope. Measure it so that every man can stay at his post but not be able to reach the sides. Eldred, gather the blades and store them below deck. Don’t let a single dagger stay on board, lads. We don’t want you to be able to cut your line so you can reach your deep six. Move you dogs, we don’t have much time before the crevice will swallow us.” Loki turned from shouting his orders as the crew scurried to their tasks. He seemed surprised to see you. “Y/N. Change of plans. I’m locking you in the cabin. Now.”
“Locking me… when did that develop?” you asked. You tried to stand your ground, but Loki pulled you towards the cabin.
“When the anchor holds gave way. If the sirens are becoming more aggressive, then so do we.”
You didn’t like the idea of being locked in a box that could crash at any second without a way to get out. Loki’s grip on you tightened as you struggled to explain this, but he interrupted you by throwing you over his shoulder. Some of the crew cheered. Others looked like they would have, but they were scared of the sirens. And Loki’s glare. He carried you in and dropped you on the bed. The plushness of it made it difficult to get out of, which by the time you were on your feet again, Loki was shutting the door. You heard the click and the whir of the lock. It sounded like a nail being hammered into a coffin.
Through the door, you could hear the frantic sound of everyone doing the task they should have had hours for. Now there were mere minutes. All sounds ceased as the shadow of the pass fell on the ship. You could feel how cold the air went as the current carried the ship along. You saw the ocean fade away behind you, disappearing altogether as the ship turned and maneuvered around the jagged rocks poking up from the cavern floor.
It felt like hours inched by without incident. You thought you saw movement in the water, but it could have been your fearful imagination. On the deck, crewmates would call out sightings of rocks and turns up ahead back to Loki so he could steer. You about went mad without being able to hear his voice as Eldred called out any orders.
“Captain! Starboard!”
A few minutes later: “Captain! Port side!”
As they continued forward, you looked to the right and left of the ship. Sitting on the rocks were sirens. They weren’t what you had imagined. When Loki said they possessed the water, you didn’t have a clear picture. They looked humanoid, like beautiful crystalline statues under a waterfall. For a second that’s what you thought they were. Then one waved at you. Its grin was accented by sharp teeth that morphed into normal ones when you shuddered.
You couldn’t hear them calling out any more orders, so you peeked through the keyhole. Eldred was standing on the bow and motioning which way Loki should turn the ship. The rest of the men were doing what they normally would, but you saw two get caught in each other’s lines, shattering the illusion of normalcy. One man fiddled with his ear; you could see him inserting the wax to block any sound.
That’s when you heard it. The music. It sounded like weeping. The ballad was familiar, it’s possible you had even sung it to the patrons at the inn. You let the tune sweep over you as a siren sat on the prow, her long hair cascading and flowing around her.
As I was a-walking one morning by chance; I heard a maid making her moan, I asked why she sighed, and she sadly replied ‘Alas! I must live all alone, alone, Alas! I must live all alone.’
I said, ‘My fair maid, pray whence have you strayed? And are you some distance from home?’ ‘My home,’ replied she, ‘is a burden to me, For there I must live all alone, alone, For there I must live all alone.
When I was eleven, sweethearts I had seven, And then I would look upon none; But now all in vain I must sigh and complain, For my true love has left me alone, alone, For my true love has left me alone.
Oh! come back from sea, my dear Johnny, to me, And make me a bride of your own! Or else for your sake my poor heart it will break, And here I shall die all alone, alone, And here I shall die all alone.
The men seemed unfazed, but you had a strange feeling burning in your gut. Something was wrong. Then you heard it.
“Y/N! Where are you? Bring her back, you witch. Y/N!” Loki called out. He sounded angry, but his voice was cracking.
You jumped back when a siren appeared in front of the keyhole. She smiled warmly and showed you that she had the key. Maybe this siren was different; she seemed to be helping you. She turned the key and you ran out, looking for Loki. He wasn’t at the wheel. He was leaning over the side and yelling at the sirens below. You ran to stop him as he raised his leg to climb overboard.
“No! Loki! I’m here. I’m safe.”
When Loki saw you his face lit up. “Y/N, thank goodness. I…”
“Y/N, don’t! He’s an illusion.” Another Loki ran up, coming to a jerky stop when the first one stepped closer to you. “Whatever it says, don’t believe it…”
“Don’t listen to him, he’s the illusion. Look at how his coat is dripping; he’s made of water.”
The dripping Loki looked down at himself, then back at you. Pleading. He spoke, but no sound came out.
“See. The less we believe him, the less power he has.” Loki put a hand to his chest. “And he has my key. He’s probably the one who let you out.”
The other Loki shouted furiously, making the gold charm slap against his chest. Silently. And he couldn’t seem to move closer. Then he had an idea. He mouthed to you, “touch him. He’ll liquidize.”
“Ah, we can do one better than that, right? Kiss me Y/N, then him. See if it feels the same.” He stepped closer and loomed over you. You leaned up to kiss him and reached for his face. The other Loki rushed forward and punched. The Loki leaning over you laughed as his face melted. All the vibrant color of Loki drained from him, and you were left to stare into his colorless eyes. As he leaped overboard he transformed into foam and joined the sirens below. They laughed and screamed at you before draining away.
Loki, your Loki, ran to the quarter deck and took back the wheel. He pulled down hard to make the ship turn tightly, then the ship was back in open water. Stars were starting to appear, and the water was dark below you. You shivered dressed in only your shift, his coat abandoned during the chaos to escape the cabin. The men unstopped their ears. Again they avoided looking at you, but it wasn’t out of modesty. Eldred walked past you like you weren’t there. He took control of the ship as Loki stepped away.
He stared at you from the top of the stairs. Tense. Livid. Your heart stopped, seeing the anger in his eyes. They were directed at only you.
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