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Just as Sweet

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Of course, Steve’s birthday falls on Independence Day, but it’s hard to find some presents when everything is decked out in red, white, and blue.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Cursing, food mention, SMUT, thigh riding, orgasm denial

Word Count: 1800

Note: Whew. Haven’t written anything this smutty in a while. Happy Independence Day America, and Happy Birthday to Steve Rogers! Please let me know if you enjoyed it by commenting (keyboard smashes are my favorite), liking and reblogging.

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Dammit.

You backed into the shelving as another group of excited school children scurried down the aisle. Just about every child in the old-fashioned mercantile store was running around with streamers and various ‘safe’ fireworks. Safe in that if lit they wouldn’t explode, but they could still catch the rickety building on fire. You moved on after a mother gave you an apologetic smile and herded the children out of the way. With a little more obstacle jumping that would rival some missions in the field, you made it to the owner’s office in the back corner. He ushered you in and shut the door quickly to block out the din outside.

“Miss Y/N, I presume?” His white whiskers wiggled as he chuckled at your ruffled appearance. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to get to the office. We’re always crazy this time of year.”

“It’s not a problem; it means you’re still doing well after being open for almost a hundred years. Speaking of, were you able to find the…”

“Yes, ma’am.” He walked behind his desk and took out a small box wrapped in brown paper. “It was a Dickens to find, even for me. I’m glad someone is still making this stuff though.” He handed you the box and mirrored your smile just as brightly.

“Thank you so much. He’s going to be so surprised.”

“…happy birthday to yooooooooou!” There were several sour notes, and equally as many slurred ones. Steve sat grinning in the middle of it before taking a deep breath and blowing out the single candle on the cake. Tony had wanted to put the true number of candles on, but Vision suggested that could be a fire hazard. No one knew if he was trying to joke, but they had laughed anyways.

Steve chuckled as the team returned to their seats, squeezing your hand as you sat to his right. “Thank you, for everything. Even the rough notes.”

“And now for presents!” Tony said, launching back to his feet only to steady himself on the table. Wanda waved him down and hovered the brightly wrapped boxes into a pile next to Steve. Your present was still wrapped in the brown paper, standing out in the midst of all the patriotic designs. Steve ooh-ed and awe-ed over each gift, savoring yours for last. You held your breath as he tugged on the simple string holding everything together.

“How?” He sat with his hands on either side of the box. You breathed a sigh of relief as his face broke into a massive grin. “Where did you find these?” His smile shone even brighter as he reached in and took out a single wrapped caramel with ‘Slo-Poke’ on the label. The caramel-on-a-stick candy had been discontinued for years and copied into Sugar Daddies. Steve always looked for it when he was in an older town and he hadn’t quite learned online shipping yet, not that it would have helped. You couldn’t be more pleased that the mercantile store owner had been able to find some with vintage labels as well, ones that Steve would recognize.

“They were a little difficult to find, but I am an agent after all.”

He reached over the table and kissed you sweetly. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Ugh, get a room,” Rhodey moaned. Clint chuckled and pointed at the box. “You’re going to share those right?”

Steve left him unanswered as you ran your hand up his thigh, which tensed under your touch. You hummed in his ear, “when your party’s over I have another present for you in your room. I’ll need a five minutes heads up.”

He nodded. “You have ten.”

While he started wrapping up the festivities, you winked at Nat and headed up to Steve’s room. You pulled a large boots box (camouflage) out of the closet and set it on the dresser. Inside was your second imported gift for Steve.

Nine minutes and thirty seconds later, Steve found you spread across his bed in a deep blue baby-doll gown that barely covered up the matching panty set. You were laying on your stomach with your feet crossed in the air behind you and your toes playfully curling and uncurling. The lace front dipped low and covered just enough of your breasts for your nipples not to show. You smiled and laced your fingers under your chin as he slowly made his way further into the room, dropping clothes as he went.

“So how do I unwrap this present?” His voice was low and promising. He stopped in front of the bed dressed only in his black boxer briefs.

“Any way you like, birthday boy.”

He smirked and rolled you onto your back. He kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Your cheeks. Finally, he kissed your lips as you squirmed beneath him. Steve pulled you up to sit on his lap, shuddering and gasping against your mouth as you rolled your hips against his bulge. He groaned as you pulled away to stand in front of him.

You turned around and wiggled the bow resting on your ass in front of his face. Warm excitement spread across your body as he ran a hand up the side of your thigh and over your hip. There was a gleam in his eye as you peeked at him over your shoulder. With a quick tug, the bow came lose and the gown slipped from your body. He let out a mangled moan at the sight of the lacy underwear, more decorative than useful, but then that was the idea. With slight pressure on your hips, he turned you around. He pressed chaste kisses on your stomach, making you close your eyes and sigh softly.

Then the gentle was done.

Seconds later you were seated on his left thigh. His hands gripped your hips tightly. You were sure to have bruises in the morning; the first of many.

“You know what to do, doll.” He caught his bottom lip in his teeth as you nodded back.

His hands stayed on your hips as you rocked back and forth. You slid up and down as much of his thigh as you could without falling off his knee. Before long, your arousal was seeping through the lace and coating his skin. You braced yourself on his biceps as he helped you keep moving your hips. You were so close. Every sweep forward pulled the lace tighter across your clit. Every sweep back pulled it across your exterior walls in just enough friction to take you higher and higher. Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your head drooped to one side as your eyelids grew heavy. Each breath was a labor to suck air into your tight chest.

Just as you were about to release, Steve pulled you off and tossed you further up the bed.

“Steve!” you moaned. You sat up on your forearms as your chest heaved.

Steve crawled up your legs and looped a finger into your soaked panties. He tugged them down your legs then shed his briefs.  The bed dipped as he came to hover over you. “Just a little bit more before I let you completely unravel. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Steve.” You pulled down for a kiss. Shudders of the denial were still coursing through you, making you shiver. He placed a warm hand over your lower stomach. He stroked the skin right below your belly button till the shivers faded.

Then he curled a finger into your heat and began circling your clit furiously with his thumb.

“Oh, Steve.” Your hands flew into your hair.

He curled and teased till you were sure you were dripping. Then Steve added another digit, stretching you further. He kept his eyes on your face as it contorted into a mix of pleasure and delightful agony. When your breath would stutter into short gasps he would pull away and lay his arm across your stomach to keep you from twisting off the bed. You couldn’t focus long enough to count how many times he did this. Each time felt shorter in between. You were sure he could just barely flick your clit and you would come undone. Through your haze, you watched as he sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Please, Steve. I need you to let me come. Please…”

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silver packet.

“Dammit, Steve, I’ve been on the pill for… just come here…” you took a deep breath and mustered up all your energy for one last second of sass. “Grandpa.”

Steve growled. He pinned your arms above you with one hand on your wrists. He leaned forward till his warm breath could tickle your ear. “Watch it, dollface.” He pulled back so you could watch him smirk.

Without preamble, Steve sank his whole length into your soaked heat. As you arched off the bed, he caught one of your nipples in between his teeth. His chest rumbled against you as your walls quivered around him.

“You going to cum on penetration alone, sweetheart?” His voice dropped to a softer tone. “Or can you hold on just a bit longer?”

You nodded. “I can hold on. Please just… just move, Steve. Please move.” You couldn’t find the energy to care how desperate you sounded begging for him.

Steve pulled out and immediately slammed back into you. With each fast thrust, he gave out a strained grunt. His voice was almost as high as yours as he continued to speed up. In and out felt as one burn. He took a deep breath and stammered, “come for me, Y/N.”

He drove one last thrust home and you released. Hard. All air rushed out of your lungs in a silent scream. Your hands clawed at his skin after he let your wrists go. Inside you, you could feel his length swell right before the warmth of his cum began to coat your walls.

With a mangled moan, Steve fell to one side of you. You rolled him on his back so you could sling your arm across his chest and curl up beside him.

“That felt more like my birthday present than yours. Sorry, Steve.”

“Are you kidding? Seeing you come undone like that?” He rubbed your arm on his chest. “That memory of you is the best present I could ever get. And just as sweet as my other present.”

He kissed the top of your head. Sleep was about to overtake you, but you managed to stay conscience long enough for one last whisper. “Happy birthday, Steve. I love you.” You were out like a light before you could hear the reply.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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Dirty Lips

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When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, smut, oral (Male receiving), begging, name calling

Word Count: ~1700

Note: Trying something new. Let me know how you like it by commenting, liking, and reblogging. And my requests are open!

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Natasha giggled when she walked into the room and saw you surrounded by craft supplies. “How’s the project going?”

“Fine,” you answered, focusing on measuring a length of ribbon. “It’s almost done.” With a flick of your wrist, you wrapped it around the jar you painted and tied it into a bow. “There.” You marched into the common room where the rest of the team was relaxing after dinner.

Well. “Relaxing” is relative. Clint and Thor were engrossed in a video game while Tony was “upgrading” their VR system. Rhodey was watching him and shaking his head, hiding a tool behind his back. Banner sat in a corner reading. Sam and Bucky were laughing with Steve over stories.

Wanda looked up from her conversation with Vision and grinned. “What do you have there, Y/N?”

Natasha answered for you. “A swear jar.”

All activity in the room ceased. Your cheeks warmed up as the team looked between you and the bright pink jar with purple ribbon.

“Aw, come on! We’ll all be broke before we get through a mission,” Clint whined. He wasn’t actually that bad unless Tony did something incredibly annoying. Which was often.

“There are options. I’m still making up the list, but common words are twenty-five cents, bad ones are fifty, and really bad ones are a dollar. Alternately, you can keep a subscription for two dollars a day and continue as you do. If you feel like you are starting to swear less, due to cost, then you can cancel and pay as needed. Proceeds will be donated to a center voted on by the team. The idea is to calm the language down enough so you don’t have to work hard not to cuss during interviews and debriefings to governmental officials.”

“Some of those bastards need to hear it,” Tony mumbled.

“That will be fifty cents, Mr. Stark.”

Steve coughed to keep from laughing. At the same time, he made eye contact with you and motioned you to the bar. You left Nat to deal with Tony and collect the first installment to the jar. Steve leaned against the bar, watching as you started to sway your hips a little more. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he brought his attention back to your eyes.

“And what kind of walk was that, Agent Y/L/N?”

You hooked a finger into one of his belt loops, using it to pull yourself closer to him. “The right kind I hope.” You bit your bottom lip as Steve arched his eyebrow. A giggle escaped as he slid an arm around your waist and led you to the elevator. He descended on your lips as soon as the doors closed.

“Do I… still have… to… pay… after we have… sex?” he asked between breaths.

“Yes.” You knew what was coming. In front of the team, he barely let anything slip. In the bedroom… maybe starting a jar just for the two of you wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Date night funding.

You squealed as Steve hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to his room. He locked the door behind him before dropping you on the bed. You laughed as you bounced. He pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans before crawling over you. Cool air hit your skin as he dragged your top over your head and then pulled down your sweatpants. You failed to hide a smirk as he gasped at the sight of your matching red lacy set. It was no coincidence that you’d finished the jar today.

“Fuck.”

“That will be fifty cents.”

“Like hell it will.” Steve leaned down closer to your face, stopping just before your noses touched. “I plan to fill that jar in one night. But first, how about I fill that smart mouth of yours?” You nodded and wiggled your way to sit up against the headboard. Steve followed you after kicking off his boxers. With the way his length bobbed in front of your face, you weren’t sure if your face or sex felt more flushed. You reached out, but he caught your wrists and held them as he braced himself on the headboard. “Open,” he commanded.

You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. A soft sigh bubbled up as you wrapped your lips around his cock. You twirled your tongue over and under his head, relishing in the taste of him and his precum.

“Such a good little cock whore, aren’t you Y/N?”

You answered by pulling him further down your throat. You bobbed up and down, going further and further till he bumped the back of your throat. Steve growled and clenched everything to keep from thrusting into your mouth. The game began anew of who could hold out the longest. With your hands above your head, you couldn’t relieve any of the pressure building between your legs. Steve muttered incoherent sounds above you as he took the full brunt of you hollowing and sucking your cheeks. It was new, but you tried swallowing more of him. Tears squeezed out of the corners of your eyes as he sank further down your throat.

“Fuck and shit, Y/N.” Steve maneuvered to hold both your wrists with one hand while the other flew to the back of your head. His fingers wove into your hair and protected you from slamming your head back as he began to face fuck you. A string of curses rained down, mingling with the sound of you gagging and trying to breathe through your nose. You took a split second before he thrust into your throat to curl your tongue under where his vein would slide against it. He gave a shout as he rolled his hips. “Neat trick,” he rasped. Steve pulled out as you kept your lips tight around him. You slurped the spittle that dangled from your lips, leaning into his chest as he sat back.

Steve rubbed the slight ache out of your shoulders before laying you into the pillows. He ran a finger up the outside of your panties, chuckling as he pulled it up to eye level to show you how slick it was.

“I’m going to sink right into that tight cunt, aren’t I?”

“Yes, Steve,” you moaned, “want to feel you deep in me.”

He rumbled in the back of his throat before pulling your panties down your legs. He nodded towards you and you arched to reach back to undo your bra. His lips latched onto a free nipple, tugging on it till you were squirming and clawing his back.

“Please, Steve.”

“Please, what?” He kissed between the swell of your breasts and moved on to the other one.

“No more teasing. Just fuck me, Steve.”

“What if I like playing with you?” He reached down and played his tip at your entrance, coating it in your juices. “I like the way you beg and squirm. Might have you do that all night.” His eyes, darkened blue with desire, watched as you mewled and pleaded with him. “So what if I give you my cock? I could edge you for hours till you are completely undone and ready to fly apart at the slightest touch on your clit.” Steve grabbed your wrists, keeping you from wrapping your hands around his length. “Talk to me, Y/N. Use those dirty lips to tell me what you want.”

Your blood pounded in your ears. Your breath hitched as he leaned down and blew hot air onto your neck.

“I’m waiting, Y/N. And I’ve got all fucking night.” You cried out as he mouthed over your shoulder and back to the hollow of your throat.

“Fuck me till I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Steve. Give me your cock. Hard and fast, or slow and as torturous as you like. Just please give it to me!”

You gasped as he began to sink into you an inch at a time.

“Needy little whore, aren’t you?” Steve released your hands, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist.

“Yes. So needy. Such a whore.” You scrambled to feel every inch of his skin as he finally bottomed out.

“Gah. So tight.”

He didn’t say anything else coherent for the rest of the night.

The slow and torturous route was his favorite, and arguably yours as well. In and out felt as one, more intense than chasing an orgasm. It also forced you to find something to focus on. Your mind reeled as everything flooded your senses. The stretch of Steve; ready as you were, he always burned pleasantly just within the side of pain. His scent, rich and overwhelming. The way his chest would rub against your nipples, pecs pressed into your breasts as you bounced on his cock. Through your lidded eyes, you could see how his skin glistened, and how his hair stuck out in odd places. His face taunt with focus, and his arms bulging on either side of your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper in you. His hips jackhammered into yours as his pace picked up, but just barely. You were close what felt like hours ago, but now everything burned and threatened to explode.

“Let go, Steve,” you whispered. “Please.”

He shouted hoarsely before resting his forehead on yours. He slammed into you, pushing you over the edge. Steve’s eyes snapped open as you clamped around him, watching you fall apart. His hips jerked as he spilled into you. Together you rode out the high. The air filled with heavy breathing and soft groans as he pulled out and fell to one side.

You were almost asleep when he whispered, “how much do I owe the jar?” He chuckled when you hummed non-responsively. “Would a twenty be enough?”

One snarky comment after another come to you. I probably owe ten myself. You might want to try closer to forty. In quarters or in bills?

You chose, “depends. Are you going to try to pay some of that debt in the morning?”

He pulled you back into his chest and murmured into your hair, “Y/N, abso-fucking-lutly.”

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Petrichor

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Petrichor

Rain smut with any male character or actor you want to imagine.

Pairing: open

Warnings: SMUT. Rain sex

Word Count: 390 (Short, but intense)

Note: There was a thunderstorm. I was inspired. I’m not sorry. If it’s sunny where you are, I recommend using: Rainy Mood. NSFW below the cut.

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Petrichor they call it. The smell of the earth when it finally rains after a dry spell. When the trees and flowers and grasses shed their protective layers of self-made wax that formally held in moisture.

That’s what he smells like. The musk of fresh earth rejoicing in rain.

It comes out the most when he loves you during a thunderstorm. He starts with misting kisses across your lips and your neck. Then he lands big, wet open-mouthed ones as he leans closer to you. You are surrounded by him. His arms. His legs. They are always tangled in yours not matter if you’re sitting on the couch or hiding in a dark corner. Static builds between you like clouds rolling into each other. Then lighting strikes. A tweak of your nipple. His fingers digging tighter into your skin. His hips jumping against yours so you can feel him. As the storm rolls in, he dips his hand down your sweatpants or under your skirt to tug your panties down your legs, if you’re wearing any. You feel his chest rumble when he finds how pleased and ready you are. Like how the wind stirs into a frenzy he pulls moans and gasps and soft cries from your lips, all the while swallowing them with his. You reach the eye of the storm as he crescendos his movements.

For a moment, the air is still as he works your through the high, pulling you back to the ground. Or further into his bed.

Then the next wave starts.

The end of a storm is the fiercest, for it has to be strong enough to push forward everything that has come before. He pulls you closer, pushes you under, smothers you with his warm breath on your neck as he sinks into you. Lighting strikes you again as he stretches you. Angles to crash into the place that makes you cry his favourite sound. His hips thunder into you. The air heats up as you both near the end. Rain and lightning and thunder cease as you both still, feeling the high of the other and flying off the feeling of the other soaring.

You smell him as he pulls you to his chest and falls asleep. It glistens on him in the moonlight, sunlight, or no light at all.

Petrichor.

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Promises Part 7: Sealed With a Kiss

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Y/N walks down the aisle to marry Theoric, and Loki is nowhere in sight…

Characters: Y/N, Theoric, Loki, Frigga, Odin

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1570

Note: Here is the final instalment of Promises! I might write a honeymoon *eye wiggle* epilogue if enough people ask for one. Otherwise, I hope you all have enjoyed this series as much as I have writing it. Please do not hesitate to give constructive criticism, like, reblog, or shoot me a request. Enjoy!

Part 1: Under the Stars 

Part 6: What About Her? 

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Frigga stood under an arch set up on the edge of the Bifrost. The courtiers stood in a semicircle with a gap down the middle from where you stood to the arch. Banners fluttered in the wind as your parents walked on either side of you, holding your hands in theirs. In front of you, Frigga stood waiting with Theoric. He smiled at you, eyes gleaming. You beamed back at him but searched with the corners of your eyes.

Green and gold were nowhere to be seen.

You stepped onto the edge of the Bifrost feeling less content and more unsure. Theoric took your hands from your parents. His felt like ice against the nervous heat in yours. He gave them a squeeze as Frigga began.

“There is nothing more perfect in all the branches of Yggdrasil than the coming together of two souls. Two pasts becoming one future. Lord Theoric, please present your future to your bride.”

Theoric reached to his side and unclipped the scabbard there. He unsheathed the blade halfway and held it out in front of his face. “This blade of my ancestors I pass along to you to one day pass along to our sons. May you keep it as a sign of my love and trust for you.” He sheathed it with a click and handed it to you. You, in turn, handed it back to your parents in exchange for another blade.

Holding the blade out like Theoric did you said, “this blade, newly forged, is a symbol of my love and my trust in you to defend me and our children.” He took it and clipped it to his side.

Frigga took a brightly coloured ribbon from an attendant. She brought your and Theoric’s right hands together and began to wrap the ribbon around them. “Do you, Theoric Sindrison of Anaheim, take Y/N to be your wife in all things wonderful, and all things terrible, till eternal separation?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Y/N of Asgard, take Theoric to be your husband in all things wonderful, and all things terrible, till eternal separation?”

“I do.”

Theoric took your other hand so all twenty of your fingers were intertwined.

“Then I now present you as wife and husband. You may seal this bond with a kiss.

You felt lightheaded as Theoric slipped off your engagement ring and kissed you. The air around you shimmered but gave you the sense of flying.

When you stepped back Loki was looking down at you.

Angry voices echoed through the halls before bursting into Frigga’s audience hall. Your parents and Theoric’s parents, Sindri and Erna, followed her closely and bickered between themselves. Loki was still tied to you, hindering him from hallway carrying you in your lightheadedness.

“Loki, what is the meaning of this?” Frigga turned, livid in a way you had never seen before. “Of all days for tricks, this was not one of them. Y/N is your best friend; how could you even conceive to…”

“Mother, my queen, hear me out. Test this ring.” He tossed her the band of gold that Theoric gave to you. You felt steadier on your feet as she carried it away to an onyx dish.

She spun it, like a child with a coin. The ring twirled faster and faster till it levitated above the dish and began to shine brightly. “Stars above…” she whispered. She looked up at you with shame creasing her brow. “I am sorry, my child. I should have sensed something this powerful.”

“What does this mean?” your mother begged, wringing her hands.

“It means Theoric enchanted her.” Loki looked back to you. His eyes were not proud like they would be in triumph. If anything, they looked sad. “Here,” he handed you Theoric’s translated notes.

You felt your cheeks flush as you skimmed them and the enchantment crumbled apart in your mind. Threads wove together and you gasped. “He was planning something. With the Fire Giants. All those spells he helped me translate. They felt simple at the time, but… they still should have been over his skill level.” You leapt to stand before Frigga, dragging Loki behind you. “Portals. He was translating spells about portals. Using the Bifrost shards in the palace’s foundations. We have to seal them.”

Frigga marched past you, “I’ll send for the other sorceresses. Keep reading to see if he marked where in the foundations these portals could be summoned.”

You and Loki moved to follow her, but Sindri blocked his path. “Where is our son?”

The hall fell silent as Loki found his words.

“He is where his allegiances lie, in Muspelheim. Possibly in one of their dungeons.” You saw the grin he tried to hide. “They think he is me.”

Erna had to be caught by Sindri as her knees gave away. Frigga conjured a cup of water and led Erna to a window seat. “We will get him back, Lady Erna. But we must act quickly to protect everyone here. Can I depend on you to help and not to hinder?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

Within an hour, the sorceresses had been gathered and Odin was sent for. You watched from a window in the hallway outside as the Bifrost roared to life and Odin came across with a few chief officers, but not including Thor. A short time later, he stormed into the hall where the mechanism had been built.

“I thought you said the test was a failure, Frigga, so why are you trying it now on a full scale? I won’t have your protégé destroying Asgard before the Fire Giants get here.”

“It will not be a full-scale test. Show him, Lady Y/N.”

You stepped forward with a new palace model built on a Bifrost shard. “We are going to try again with this. If it fails again, then our only line of defence will be you and the warriors stationed along the Musepelheim convergence. While I do not doubt their skill, if this works I would like to keep this magic secret from our enemies for as long as possible.”

Odin sighed. “So be it.”

You joined the other sorceresses around the small round table set up to one side. “Again, is everyone enchantment and jewellery free? Even the small spells to alter perception?” The women nodded. A few looked a little tired in the face where they weren’t before, but they looked stronger as a whole. “Then let us begin, and pray that Yggdrasil grants us this victory.”

As one, you all lowered your arms and turned your palms to the center. You started the chant first and the others fell in with their phrases, newly memorized. Gold light eased out of your palms like a mist, then turned red as each formation spread to touch the others. It danced and slithered along the table, reaching the Bifrost shard and the model. It began to spin faster and faster as your voices echoed louder in the space. Again, the orb formed around the model, turning back to gold as the strands touched at the apex. The chanting reverbed into silence as you all stopped.

You waited tensely for the explosion, but it never came. The orb, golden where it was blue in the last attempt, continued to spin.

“Stöðva,” you said, tapping the apex. The orb slowed and melted away, revealing the intact palace model inside.

“Does that convince you, Odin?” Frigga asked, turning to her husband.

He nodded. “You may proceed after we have traveled through the Bifrost.” He gave you a curt bow and then turned on his heel.

Loki was by your side in an instant. He lifted you into his arms and spun you around. “That was wonderful, Y/N. I caught the end of the test. The convergence that Theoric used has been warded, and his room has been shielded from receiving messages.”

One of the other sorceresses stepped up. “And Odin has left through the Bifrost.”

“Then let us begin,” you said with a smile. You led the sorceresses to stand around the mechanism and started the chant. It worked as with the model. As the orb spun, a golden curtain rose from the Bifrost material in the ground around the palace to the top of the center tower. The mechanism continued to spin as the curtain closed.

“It worked,” you whispered.

A second later the hall rang with cheers. You could hear other such cries of delight echoing through the palace.

Loki wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “It worked. You are absolutely brilliant, Lady Y/N.”

“You can drop the title you know. We are married after all.” You stifled a giggle at his confused face. “We went through the ceremony, even if you had a different face for the most of it.”

“For nearly all of it,” he chuckled.

“And we sealed it with a kiss, which brought you out into the open. By all legal standards, we are married.” You laughed as he spun you around again, steadying yourself against his torso as he set you back to your feet.

“I promised I would marry you by the next Belewe moon!”

“And you kept your promise, no matter how many times I tried to push you away.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “I love you, Loki.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

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Promises Part 6: What About Her?

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Loki questions Theoric for what his plans were for you. They battle, stuck between Muspelheim and Asgard, for heart and realm.

Characters: Loki, Theoric, fire giants

Warnings: battle violence

Word Count: 900+ (wow, so short)

Note: I didn’t mean for this to come out so short, but it says what it needs too. Only one more chapter after this! Please reblog, like, and comment to let me know how you’ve liked the series so far. And please send me requests!

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“You know nothing of my plans,” Theoric growled. He pulled a dagger and launched himself at Loki, aiming for his throat.

Loki side stepped and pulled his pair of blades. He threw one at Theoric’s head, nicking his cheek as Theoric twisted away. When Theoric turned back around, his cut was flowing freely and he was livid.

“I know it is the ring. It stung me when she touched my arm in the library. I could feel the powerful magic then, but I was not sure how you managed it.” He pulled the papers from his pocket. “Your handwriting is distinct from Y/N’s. Yet, these are translations from the same text. There is a second volume, is there not?” Loki stayed planted as Theoric paced around him a couple meters away. “You gave her just enough to help your plan.”

“Yes,” Theoric growled. “She is more powerful than the fire giants realize. They would eliminate her. You should be thanking me for saving her life.”

Loki chuckled. “If my memory serves correct, she saved yours.”

“True. But their plan was to kill her in the conquest of the palace. With my ring on her finger, she cannot be hurt by their flames.”

By now Theoric was behind Loki, who could feel a powerful essence come into being and surge towards him. Loki rolled, crouching and ready to spar once again, but the blast kept flying. It dispersed upon contact with the stopped tunnel. With a quaking groan that rattled the floor, the tunnel started to grow again. Loki tried to stop it, but Theoric spun around him and slashed down at his wrist. Loki was able to escape most of the blade, but a thin red line welled up through his skin. Theoric flicked the air over his cut with a grin.

“Now we are even.”

Loki stood, following Theoric as he walked backwards into the tunnel as it grew brighter. “And what was your plan for Y/N? At some point, she was going to have to take off the ring. Even then, her mind is strong. Your spell would not have survived her will during the coup d’état, no matter how strong it was woven.”

“Trust my ingenuity, Loki, she would be surrounded on all sides. It is a simple spell at its heart. It only keeps her from thinking unwell of me past common irritation. Something common between a married couple.”

Loki leapt towards Theoric, wrapping his hands around his throat. “She will not yield to your treachery.”

“How do you know she has not already?” Theoric wheezed with a grin. As Loki’s grasp faltered in shock, Theoric kicked at his chest, sending him flying backwards. Loki was back to his feet in a second.

As he stood, he snickered at Theoric. He watched as the tunnel’s end began to come to a close. With a shrug, his green and gold shimmered into red and silver. Copies walked out from behind him, encircling the true and illusion Theoric. The center pair collided with each other in a tangle of limbs. They rolled and twisted till they could break apart and stand in opposite spots.

One slashed towards the other, then leapt back as he retaliated with his own swing. As he came in to land a punch, he tossed the blade to his other hand. The circle of Theorics stood silently as the two battled in the middle. As one they took a step inward, limiting the space. The tunnel was getting darker as it drew closer to Muselpheim. He took his chance to block the descending blade and thrust his own towards his opponent’s chest. They came to a quaking stand-still as muscles rippled under silver armour and the illusions stepped closer in. One twisted away as the other forced his blade to the other’s shoulder. This opened up room for the other blade to sink itself into an opening in the armour.

The red and silver shimmered away as the dark encircled the men. Hot red light streamed in as the door opened.

“Give me something to contain him,” the victor demanded. He received wrought iron shackles, which he smugly clicked onto the bleeding man. “Is all prepared on your side?”

“It is. Do we attack now?” The leading giant stepped closer, twisting his axe in hand.

“No. Not all is in place in Asgard.” Loki glowered up at Theoric and took a breath to speak. Theoric stuffed his mouth a glove, making him choke around the fabric. “There is still a wedding to take place.” Loki twisted against his bonds, shouting muffled commands at the giants in the space.

“You should be preparing for battle, not attaching yourself to the witch.”

Theoric twisted around to stare down the giant towering over him. “Without her magic, this plan will not work. Besides, I may need the time to tie up any loose ends that have unravelled. Prince Loki’s presence is… unsettling.” Theoric turned back around to view his fuming form, then kicked him in the chin. Loki jerked backwards and moved no more.

“Keep him here. If he wakes, do not listen to a word he says. He can transform and may try to confuse you. Once the ceremony is complete, I will come and open the final portal. If I do not come, then I have been captured and the Muspel conquest of Asgard will have to wait till I escape.” He faced the room and spoke to the gathered warriors. “The day will come though when you will see Asgard with flames in her turrets. It will come.”

He bowed to the room, then turned on his heel and walked back down the passage, leaving the fire giants to drag Loki away into the darkness.

Part 7 Finale: Sealed With a Kiss 

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Promises Part 5: A Simple Answer

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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

Note: It is getting heavy now. Please let me know what you think is going to happen next with a comment or reblog, or just like it. That works too. Constructive feedback is always welcome. And my requests are open, so don’t hesitate to send me an idea. Once this series ends I’m going to need them…

Part 1: Under the Stars        Part 2: Intimidation        Part 3: Faltering 

Part 4: A Simple Question 

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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.

Part 6: What About Her? 

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Promises Part 4: A Simple Question

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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.

Part 1: Under the Stars        Part 2: Intimidation        Part 3: Faltering

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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?”

Part 5: A Simple Answer 

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Promises: Part 3 – Faltering

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Theoric takes the reader to a glen to relax, but they are attacked. Loki comes to find that the reader has true feelings for Theoric.

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Theoric, Frigga, Loki

Warnings: Short moment of peril, otherwise nothing but blatant flirting.

Word Count: 1900+

Note: I love how this ending turned out. Please don’t hate me.

Part 1: Under the Stars       Part 2: Intimidation

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~1885

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.

Part 4: A Simple Question 

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Touch and Sensitivity

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Y/N is a mutant who can’t touch anyone due to a permanent force field over her skin. Kevin is a mutant who can’t touch anyone because they will wither to dust on contact.

Pairing: Kevin Ford/Wither x Mutant!Reader

Warnings: short battle violence, angst, smut, force field contraception (unless you’re a mutant, take precautions!)

Word Count: ~1400

Note: Thanks to @comic-book-reider for introducing me to this character. Happy half-birthday, and happy reading. And thank you for the request!

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Glass exploded from the windows as the team walked up. The next wave sent members of the NYPD through anything that remained.

“She’s scared. Be gentle and walk slow,” Scott said. “If another wave starts, hit the deck.” He sent some of the team to other entrances, then followed Storm through the front door.

You were huddled on the living room floor. The air around you blurred like city pavement in the summer. You could barely see them as they walked towards you. “Please,” you begged, “don’t hurt me.”

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Storm said, kneeling a few feet from you. “Take deep breaths. You’re going to be alright.”

Storm and everything around her swirled before your vision went black.


“How have you been liking our school for gifted youngsters?” Hank asked.

“I don’t feel gifted. I feel cursed,” you muttered. You curled away from him as he reached out to pat your shoulder, remembering how he spun while flying across the room the last time he tried to comfort you.

“You don’t have to be afraid of your powers, Y/N. From my tests, it seems it keeps you impervious to harm except for light bruises that would be knotted on anyone else.”

“Has the NYPD pressed charges?” you asked. They had rushed you. You panicked. But the world was against you, so you expected blame.

“No. They knew you didn’t mean any premeditated harm.” Hank looked down at you and sighed. “Would you like to know your results?” He waited for you to respond. When you didn’t storm out, he flipped his clipboard. “Defense shield, level six. Protects subject’s exterior and interior from outside contact. Scans show it protecting you down to a cellular level, miss Y/N.”

“Can I be cured?”

“Even if you could, I don’t think your field would let in a needle or anything that would break it down. Maybe once you learn to control it to let in certain positive forces, but not at this moment.”

You breathed deeply as you woke up. Soft sunlight was just starting to break through the cracks in the curtain. With a sigh, you arched back into the bare chest behind you, reveling in the warmth there. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling the covers over your bare shoulders.

You saw him staring at you.

He quickly looked away but dared to peek at you from the corner of his eyes. You tried to ignore him.  You didn’t know his name since nobody talked to you. When the bell rang, you raced into the hallway, but he followed you.

“Y/N, wait!”

You spun on him. “What, you want to stare at the most dangerous freak in the school? Go ahead, just stop being creepy about it.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I mean… I… um. My name’s Kevin. I was wondering if you wanted someone to sit with today… at… lunch?” He groaned at himself, cursing the voice that was faster than his brain.

You chanced a smile. He was cute, in a way. People seemed to avoid him as much as they did you.

“Sure.” Did you just-?

“Great. Come find me, or I’ll find you, or whatever happens. See you then!”

He scurried away, leaving you with your mouth hanging open. Like a fish. You quickly closed it and hurried to your next class.

“Mornin’” he mumbled into your hair.

“What time is it?”

He cracked an eyelid towards the clock. “Not time for school yet. Still got a few hours.”

You curled again. His hardening morning glory rubbed against your back, pulling a groan from him.

Kevin led you to a grassy patch under a tree in the side lawn. He started asking questions and didn’t stop till you began to ask some of your own. Before lunch was even half way over, you knew each other’s favorite band, best/worst class, and backstory. You realized Kevin was in the same boat as you.

“I wear these gloves so I don’t accidentally hurt someone, but I miss… never mind.”

“No, please,” you said, “go on. I think I’m learning what you mean.” You looked away, waiting for him to continue, but when you looked back he was staring at you again. “What?”

“You know your hair kinda glows in the sun? I think I can see a blue haze around it, like seeing your force barrier.” He cleared his throat and focused back on his sandwich. “It’s kinda cool.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you asked a question. “What do you do in your free time?”

“Metal art.”

“Cool.”

“You?”

“Painting.”

“Awesome.”

You twisted around to drag your fingernails across his chest.

“Y/N. You know, if you keep doing that, you’re gonna start something.”

“I know,” you laughed, “I’m planning on it.”

“We’re doing this?” Kevin asked. He stood in front of you and still had his shirt, boxers, and gloves on but wanted to hear you say it one more time.

“Yes.” You fidgeted, sitting on the edge of the bed. His bed. “I want to. Skin to skin. All of it.”

He shook his head and grinned. “Alright then.” He pulled his shirt over his head as you removed your tank top, leaving your torso bare. He eyes latched onto your breasts as he absent-mindedly picked at the fingers of his gloves. You covered up your chest, giggling when his eyes flitted back up to yours.

“Go on,” you whispered.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as the gloves fell to the floor. He reached out for you and stopped millimeters away from your skin. You leaned up to him, letting out a shuddering breath as he ran his finger across your collarbone. Unharmed.

Kevin hugged you close before pulling up to cage you exactly where you wanted to be. With a chuckle, he leaned down to begin kissing you. You sucked on his bottom lip and tugged on it with your teeth. You pulled away to suck on his ear lobe. Distracting him. A second later he was on the bottom, smirking up at you. His hands ran up your arms, then pressed harder into your skin, bolder, kneading your breasts till your nipples were hard, then sinking further down your body. His fingers danced along your hip bones. Hesitating.

You wriggled them. “Please.” You shrugged off the blanket that had somehow stayed in place over your shoulders. He groaned at the sight of you. A rumbling noise you hoped you’d never miss hearing from him. He ghosted his fingers over your slit, breathing heavy as you shuddered. You gasped as he inserted a digit into you.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Keep going.”

He slowly pumped in and out of you, curling occasionally to brush across your bundle of nerves. You bucked down to meet him, willing him to move faster than this slow burn. You reached for him, curling your fingers around his length. His hips jerked in your hand.

“A bit eager this morning?” he growled. His fingers became more insistent in you. Toying with you like you were toying with him.

“You complaining?” You squealed as he flipped you back beneath him.

“No.”

He tugged your fingers away from his length before leading the tip to rest against you. You rubbed yourself against him, coating him in your slick. You both moaned as he sank into you.

When you were ready, you bucked up to him. He met you, thrusting and dragging till you were breathless. A sheen of sweat broke out on your skin. Kevin’s glistened in the rising sun. He sped up, not by much, but enough to wrench moans of pleasure from you.

The coil pulled tighter and tighter inside you. You quaked beneath him, pleading for him to never stop. You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into you. He thrust harder, twisting and probing till he found the spot that made you cry out. Everything inside you clenched. You sucked in air as his thrusts released you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he staggered to his release. Force fields had their benefits too, so that wasn’t a bother.

Kevin pulled out and fell beside you. You were almost asleep again when he pulled you closer to him. The sweat made you stick to each other.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” he murmured.

You were out like a light before you could reply.

Promises – Part 1: Under the Stars

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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 this post 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.

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~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. 

Part 2: Intimidation  

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