Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

“Give me Love” – Loki x Reader Chapter 35

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“Then I’m going to do it.” He opened his mouth but you pressed two fingers to his lips. “If it doesn’t work, if it doesn’t last... I will be happy knowing that I died trying to marry you... or died as your wife.”

“Don’t talk about dying… please…” he mumbled. You could see the pained tears forming in his eyes, but he would not let them fall. Stubborn ass.

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Loki began guiding you towards the open double doors. You could see Odin sitting in a large chair at the end of an aisle, Frigga beside him. That was when you noticed it; well it wasn’t so much an ‘it’ as it was a ‘him’, and a lack of said ‘him’. Thor wasn’t there… You had made sure Loki invited him, and even if you hadn’t, Frigga would have. But he wasn’t there… Had he finally had enough? You’d done nothing but hurt Thor by constantly choosing Loki. You’d ignored Thor’s kindness in return for Loki’s pain… You’d chosen Loki… So why did it hurt you to see that Thor wasn’t there? He was your friend - - no, it was more than that… But why was it more than that? It shouldn’t have been more than that… Loki gently squeezed your arm.

“If he wanted to be here, he would be…” Loki said. That was it. Thor had had enough. Just like you, he reached his breaking point. You couldn’t blame him for that… Loki gently patted your back.

*Loki’s POV*

It hurt him to see her like this… He could see she was in pain; hurt by the fact the Thor had chosen not to show up. But in the back of his mind, he was happy... His warning to Thor about his interference in their relationship had worked… The older brother chose to stay away… But it broke (Name)’s heart at the same time. Her pain almost ensured that her feelings for Thor wouldn’t get in the way. Her doubt for Loki because of Thor’s presence wouldn’t kill either of them during the ceremony. Her health was all that mattered at the time. Getting her well. Thor would more than likely make up for this little incident, (Name) would get over it, and they would settle back into their triangle… He didn’t like the prospect of that… but he would put up with anything, even Thor, to ensure her life and wellbeing.

“Let’s go…” (Name) said softly. Damn it… She sounded sad… Maybe he could just- His eyes locked with hers for a moment, sadness in her glowing orbs. Loki sighed and wrapped an arm around her.

“Do you want me to send for him?”

“No…” Loki’s brows furrowed slightly,

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to be selfish… I don’t want to force him to stay by my side just in case it doesn’t work out with you…” The sudden prospect of (Name) walking out of his life scared him. Had she’d been considering it? For how long? “I want him to be happy… and that is something I can’t offer him…” He heard her speak, but he was still engulfed in his own worries. She wanted to move on. How could he keep her with him? What would he do if the ceremony worked, but she still chose to move on? He couldn’t just kill himself, because that would kill her. How-, “Loki.” She said sternly.

“Hmm?” he asked, still partially thinking of something else.

“Would you like to know why I can’t offer him the happiness he wants?” she asked. His brows furrowed before opened his mouth, but she continued. “Because of you and your stupid head.” She said. He couldn’t tell if she was angry or just irritable. Either way he chose to keep his mouth shut, though that didn’t stop the smirk on his lips. She huffed, surprisingly cutely, and crossed her arms. “Because I want to be happy with you. Because I want you to make me happy.” Loki smiled and wrapped his other arm around her.

“I wish for the same thing.” He said, kissing the top of her head as all of his worries slowly drifted away.

“Then let’s go.” She said again, happier than she did the first time.

*Your POV*

Your little talk with Loki made you feel a little more secure with your decision. You leaned up and pecked his cheek as he looped your arm with his. The two of you then began your trek through the hall to Odin.

The ceiling of the hall was high, supported by pillars so wide that you wouldn’t be able to wrap your arms even halfway around one. The walls were golden-white, illuminated greatly by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the left side of the hall, allowing the mid-day sun and shine from the blue water to filter through the lace-like curtains. It was tranquil… peaceful… Loki led you down the aisle marked out by a long rug, the colour of blue ice, contrasting the steely white marble floor and the various colours of candles scattered around the room and hanging from the walls, ranging in shades of white, silver, black and red. You tightened your hold on Loki slightly, the weight of everything suddenly coming to rest on you again. Nerves, anxiety, fear… it all swelled in your stomach. One of two things awaited you at the end of this aisle. Death, or life… You hoped to any God that would listen that it was the latter.

When you came to stop in front of Odin, he held his hands out. Both you and Loki glowed a pale blue before the glow was sucked into Odin’s palms. The magic balled up into his hands, and glowed brighter and brighter with every second. The bracelet you had been unable to remove fell from your wrist before crumbling into dust as the magic did the same, dissipating slowly.

“The anchor has been removed. I trust knowing what ever happens to you happens to her is enough to keep you inline?” Odin asked Loki, who nodded. The white haired king huffed softly, “We will see…” He mumbled, outstretching his hands to the windows. “Lets begin.” He said.

Thick, blackout curtains fell into place over the windows and the doors slid shut, darkening the whole room. The candles sparked to life, flickering brightly in the darkness. He then reached his hand upward before throwing – something… a coin maybe? It flew upwards and disappeared, ripples expanding from where the coin disappeared. The roof looked like it was a pond of water, reflecting the various candles and figures beneath it. You could hear Odin speaking in a language you couldn’t understand. You presumed it was some kind of spell or incantation, your presumptions were only strengthened when a large, pale moon came into view on the ceiling, along with dozens of stars. It was… stunningly beautiful… and strangely familiar. The arrangement of the stars, the colour of the sky… Asgard had a pristinely perfect night sky, but this was not it… This almost looked like the sky of Earth…

“Beneath the full moon of Midgard, you come to make these bonds, a bond that cannot be broken, a bond that will last even after death. Your spirits will be forever intertwined, in new lives you will be unable to find peace with anyone other than your bond mate.” The king said. You could see Loki’s brows furrow slightly,

“What’s wrong?” you whispered.

“He’s made changes…” Loki replied. Odin cleared his throat, stopping your short conversation.

“Stepping into this circle-,” a bright blue circle was slowly traced into the ground; inside the circle was another far smaller circle in the middle. Eight trident like arms radiated from the smaller circle, as a type of rune text appeared around the very outside. “Signifies you understand the terms of this bond.” He said. Loki’s hand slipped from yours,

“I understand.” He said, stepping forwards. The circle changed colours slightly, turning a deep teal with speckles of silver.

“So do I,” you said, following behind Loki into the circle. This time the circle turned absolutely white, it was so bright that it almost blinded you. The ground and air around the two of you almost seemed to hum, the non-existent voice deep and low, causing reverberation in your ears and your body to vibrate from the pure strength of it. You reached up to cover your ears, the overload of your senses becoming too much to handle. As quickly as the noise and light began, it disappeared. You let out a small sigh of relief; any longer and you were sure it would have either deafened you, or caused your ears to bleed. Loki’s hand found yours. It wasn’t until then that you realised how badly you were shaking, and you could tell the colour had drained from your face, like a weakness spreading downwards from your head. You very nearly stumbled forwards, but somehow you were able to keep your legs strong enough to bare the weight of your body.

“She needs a break.” Loki said.

“We’ve only just begun.” He said. “Beside that, it is not possible. Once it is started, it has to be finished otherwise the partial bond will eat away at your bodies.”

“Five minutes would not do any harm.”

“Once flesh is dead, it cannot be healed.” What was that called…? Necrosis… or something… Dead flesh… that was what it was… that was what could happen?

“I’m fine Loki… I can keep going…” You squeezed his hand softly. The concern in his eyes told you he wanted to disagree with you. “Please.” You urged. He sighed before nodding.

“Continue.” Loki mumbled. You could see Frigga’s concern as well; it was plastered all over her face… Maybe this was a bad idea… Maybe your body wouldn’t hold out and it wouldn’t work… The white of the circle suddenly flickered black, the fire on the candles swaying violently in what felt like still air. Your arms automatically wrapped around Loki’s arm and you took half a step closer to him.

“Reconsidering and regretting will cut off the flow of energy between the two of you.” Odin said, looking you square in the eyes. “So I would advise you stop your mind from wandering.” He warned. You could tell that Loki was looking down to you, probably wanting to know what it was that made you reconsider the decision to do this… You didn’t want to look at him. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You didn’t want to upset or lose him. You melded comfortably with Loki, the colour retuning to white and the flames calming. “Your bodies, minds, spirits and now destinies have now converged into one. Had the first three not been together, you would not have been able to enter the circle.” The king said. Was that it? Was it done? It would be so awesome if the ceremony were finished. “Now you must mark each other.” Nope. Not done. Great. “It’s a symbol that your bodies will carry through this life and any of the following.” He said. “It will be where the magic of the bond will originate and it will be the physical representation of the bond.” Odin offered a small dagger forwards. You were hesitant even to look at it.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Loki snapped.

“Do you think I would put her through anything worse than she has already been through?” Odin asked. The man beside you paused to think for a moment.

“I have to mark her?” Loki asked.

“Yes.”

“Does it have to be right now? Or will a mark I gave her suffice?” he asked.

“As long as it is an intentional mark that can in some way relate to marking each other to signify-,” Odin was stopped when Loki tilted you head up and to the side.

“I gave her this to show to everyone who considered touching her that she is mine. Will that suffice?” he snapped a little on the last word. That was the mark he burnt into you, long since scarred over and far less tender and red.

“Yes, that is fine.” Odin said before offering the knife to you.

“I-I,” you glanced up to Loki. He nodded slightly. You took the knife from Odin.

“What do you want…?” you asked Loki.

“It’s your decision…” He said, offering you the same area on his neck that he had once burnt his own symbol into you. You sighed softly. Love heart was too obvious and girly. You were certain a smiley face would have only irritated Loki every time he saw it… You didn’t pay nearly enough attention to the symbols around Asgard to recall one well enough to carve into Loki’s skin… Well… all except for one.

“Loki, I-,”

“It’s fine (Name). Whatever you’ve decided will do fine.” You nodded slightly and raised yourself onto your toes, pressing the knife firmly but hesitantly to his skin before you started to reluctantly carve.

You tried to make it as quick as you could, the fact that the knife burnt his skin helped that fact because it meant you didn’t have to deal with blood, but it didn’t stop you from noticing the pain build in his eyes slightly. It smelled just as bad as it did before. Burning flesh… yuck… When you were nearly finished, you didn’t know what happened to you, but you couldn’t help yourself…

“Oh shit…” you mumbled. Loki quickly turned to you, his eyes wide.

“What? What is it?”

“I think I made a mistake.”

“Seriously?!” You couldn’t hide the smile on your face for very long,

“No.” you said. You saw Loki’s jaw clench tightly, making your smile grow all the more. When he saw your smile, his muscles relaxed a little and you could see a small tinge of amusement in his eyes. After you finished the design, which mimicked your shield knot pendant, you turned back to Odin and handed him the knife, the blade glowing white softly. You saw Loki’s mark begin to glow, and out of the corner of your eye you could see your own do the same, but duller than Loki’s.

“Trace the marks.” Odin said, picking up a small bowl from behind a grouping of candles. You glanced into the bowl. Instantly you could smell a metallic scent coming from it. That must have been what they took your blood for… Two days ago you woke up to a nurse taking a vial of blood from you, when you asked what it was for, she couldn’t answer.

You reached forwards and dipped your fingers on the liquid. It was nearly the same consistency as blood but had an almost grainy quality to it, like it had sand or some type of powder in it. You turned back to Loki and gently traced the mark on his neck, careful not to move to quickly or roughly over the raw flesh. The glow turned from white to red, matching the shade of the liquid, almost like cellophane over a light. Loki did the same, your mark glowing brighter than before and changing colour the same way Loki’s did. Suddenly your mind went blank, and your head began spinning. You were almost certain you nearly stumbled out of the circle, but Loki just managed to catch you.

“I-I don’t know what’s wrong…” you mumbled. “I was feeling fine…” You could feel your body shaking and the need to crumble into a small ball and lay on the floor. The only thing keeping you standing up was Loki.

“She needs to take a break.” Loki insisted again. You could just see Frigga step forwards, but was stopped just before she entered the circle by Odin.

“If you enter or exit before it finishes, you will die.” The king warned.

“Her body can’t take much more. The injection is waring off because of the magic, which is draining enough as it is.” The queen said. You glanced up to Loki. He was even more pale than usual, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. It was wearing on him as well…

“Lets just keep going…” you said, standing up a little straighter.

“You can’t hold onto him for the next part.” Odin said, sounding a little concerned, which concerned you because he never showed concern. You had to think of another word other than concern; it was starting to sound weird. You nodded, shakily straightening to a point where you were able to stand on your own.

Odin looked the two of you over before continuing the ceremony,

“Give me you hands.” He said. You both offered your hands forward. Odin placed the tip of the sharp blade on one of Loki’s palms before dragging it across his skin. This time it did not burn, it cut into the flesh. Blood pooled in his palm, and you could sense the discomfort Loki felt, however his discomfort was overpowered by your own distress when a searing pain began to spread across your own palm. Warmth spread, in your palm along with a gathering wetness. You were bleeding as well. This was apart of the bond… Odin reached out, using magic to heal Loki’s wound, which healed within a second. Yours did not. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Loki’s eyes widen slightly,

“Something is wrong. It didn’t work properly.” He said, turning to reach out. However before he could touch you, Odin placed his staff between the two of you.

“It has worked.” The king said, dragging the knife across Loki’s palm again. This time he pulled away with a sharp inhale. He didn’t expect it, and neither did you. Now the cut on your palm was extended and bleeding rather profusely. You could tell Loki was just about ready to lunge at Odin, irritable and worked up. Before he had the chance to, Odin healed you, taking the pain away. It was only when the pain was gone that you realised tears had formed in your eyes. No wonder Loki was so ready to attack his father, you must have looked completely distressed and in pain. After the cut on your palm disappeared, you noticed the new cut to Loki’s hand was slowly dissolving, almost like it was being burnt away…

“I took the liberty of switching a portion of the spell…” Loki rolled his eyes, “Now if you run off and choose to injure yourself, you will be unable to ensure her health. Healing yourself will do nothing to help her.”

“Another leash?” Loki grumbled.

“Yes.” He replied. Odin gently took both of your hands and tipped them to the side, just enough for a few drops of your blood to fall onto the circle and tridents. Again the light emitting from the circle changed colour, turning gold.

“You entered this circle apart. Are you now willing to exit together?” the king asked.

“Yes.” You both said at the same time.

“You may kiss.” Before you had a chance to even turn to Loki, his hands found your hips and pulled you to him, pressing his lips tightly against yours. You hooked an arm around his neck, your other hand settling on his cheek. He was leaning down slightly, almost forcing you to fall back. You didn’t break for air; the desperate need to have each other controlling you both.

When you finally broke a part, you were both breathing deeply – having apparently forgotten the ability to breath through the nose. You hadn’t even realised the circle had disappeared until you saw sparkling specks of the magic floating up into the air, and disappearing into the faux sky before the sky itself faded away. Loki gently took your hand and kissed your knuckles. Sparkling gold magic spread from the necklace and whizzed all around your body, changing the colours you were wearing. Silver turned gold, and white turned black. The once clear jewels on the flower portion of the necklace turned a deep turquoise, the pearls turning black.

“Much better.” Loki said with a smirk.

“And if I liked the other colours better?”

“Then you shouldn’t have married me.” He said, his smile growing slightly. You rolled your eyes. “The colours will change to match whatever it is you’re wearing.” He said. You smiled,

“That’s cool…” You said, glancing down to the necklace. You were so caught up in your own little world, that you hadn’t even noticed that Odin left the room, or when Frigga stepped up to the two of you.

“Come, it is time to go, there will be time to play around later on.” She said, glancing at Loki with a knowing smile before stepping around and heading towards the door. As she left, the room returned to normal, the curtains opened by magic, and the candles receding to one corner of the room.

“Shall we go?” Loki asked. You nodded.

Loki led you towards the ballroom that the party was to be held in. You honestly didn’t even know why there was going to be a party. Loki didn’t seem all that interested in socialising, and you didn’t know more than a small handful of people. It must have been for show. Loki was technically a prince, and when a prince marries – even if he was hated amongst the people – there was always some form of a party. You would just have to put up with it for a short time because you could already tell by Loki’s slightly slumped shoulders that he wasn’t looking forwards to it at all.

“What did Odin change…?” you asked, trying to get his mind on something new.

“Hm?” he asked.

“In the ceremony.”

“Oh.” He said. “Generally the bond does not last beyond one life.” He said. “He has altered the spell so we will be together, forever.” He said. “Kings of old have had a bad habit of marrying time and time again. They did not stick to one wife at all.”

“Do you not like the fact that you will have to stick with me…?” you asked softly.

“No, not at all. I was just surprised by his alterations. Are you unhappy with the prospect of spending eternity with me?” he asked.

“No.” He smiled widely.

When you reached the large, golden doors of the ballroom, you were forced to wait for… something. You weren’t quite sure what you were waiting for, and no one made an effort to tell you either. Oh well… At least Loki seemed happy… That was good… No, wait, was it? Every time he seemed even remotely happy, he would always do something to hurt you… You were now tied for eternity to this man… This man who had done more to hurt you than to help you… This man who constantly tried to ruin everything, to ruin you…

“You look conflicted…” Loki said, rubbing your back.

“How long will it be this time…?” you asked.

“What?”

“How long will I have before you try to have sex with another woman? Or force me into a situation that I shouldn’t be in?”

“(Name), I promise-,”

“You’ve promised in the past…” you interjected. It was the same old conversation… ‘I promise to change, I promise, I promise…’

“(Name)… I know there are… a great many things I have done wrong… and I keep doing them… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” Loki mumbled.

“We’re not good for each other, Loki…” you mumbled, emotionally numbed from your realisation that… that you were poison to each other… and now there was nothing you could do about it.

“Wh-What?”

“You aren’t content with happiness… you think there is always the possibility that I will turn on you… So you hurt me to try to prove yourself right… We’re poisonous together…”

“Are you trying to break up with me? Because if you are, then…” he trailed off, causing you to glance up to the raven-haired prince. “Then I do not think I will be able to continue.”

“People can’t live in the way we do Loki…”

“I can’t live without you… I won’t live without you.”

“Loki…”

“If you felt this way, then why agree to marry me? Why bond yourself to me forever…?”

“I don’t know…” Loki looked you over for a moment,

“I want to tell you a story…” He said slowly. You nodded. “Once, there was a woman. A beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated woman, who married a selfish, pig headed man.” For a moment you thought it was going to be a fairy tale about his history with you… “Her name was Sigyn.” Apparently it wasn’t… “The man constantly cheated on Sigyn, and even had children with another woman. He was cruel and always expected her to remain faithful to him; and she did… She stood by him, even after he revolted against his friends and family, even after he killed, even after he was tied to a stone and a snake left to drip venom into his eyes…” Your eyes widened slightly. “She was always by his side… She would even shield his eyes from the venom with a cup… however, when she left to empty it, the venom would fall into his eyes and he would scream so loud that the earth would quake. Every time she left to empty the cup, she considered leaving him… She wanted so desperately to be free from him, but she found herself unable to, drawn back by the pained screams of her lover…” Loki was silent for what felt like hours…

“What then? What happened next?”

“He caused a great ruckus and unleashed the last of days when he finally broke free from his bonds… He helped to lead an army against his friends and family, and… and they died… They all died.” Your mouth fell open. That was it…? So much build up for that ending?!

“That’s it...?”

“He never did know why she came back to him… but now looking on it, I know I was thankful every day she was there…” Your heart nearly stopped. He was thankful… Loki was thankful…

“You… You were the man…?” you asked.

“In another life…” he mumbled. “The bond offered me a glimpse of my past life… Once you reach the rank of a God, you will only ever be reborn as a that same God…” he said. So that was it… He was comparing you to her, to Sigyn… To the woman he married in another life… To the woman who, like you, had stood by this monster of a man… No… He wasn’t a monster… You could never see him as a monster, because you loved him… A monster is never a monster when you love them… But you knew you couldn’t keep hanging on like this… Something had to change…

“This is the end Loki…” You said. Immediately his face paled,

“What-,”

“This is the end of the cycle of hatred and coldness in your life… This is the last life I will ever live like this. The last life you will ever have the chance to have treated me as you have. Do you understand?” From now, you would consider yourself Sigyn, even if you had been reborn in your life as a human, you were his Sigyn and you would stay by him… but that didn’t mean you were going to put up with his bullshit throughout the ages. “Every ending is a beginning, even if we don’t know it at the time… and this is the end… but also a beginning, our beginning. Do you understand?” you said a little sterner than before.

“I do…” He looked a little unsure, and hesitant.

“This is the last time you will have a chance to lie to me. The last chance you have to cling on to your anger and hatred, and the sadness that causes it… The moment we walk through those doors is the moment we start our new lives, and I am telling you right now I won’t be putting up with your shit anymore. You want to have sex then you come to me. You feel sad or angry, you tell me and we will deal with it together. You become fed up with life itself, then I will be your crutch and support you until you can manage on your own; and you will do the same for me… but I will not be silent any more as you continually do things to hurt me… Do you understand?” Now he was smiling wide, a sparkle in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

“That is the side of you I first found intriguing…” He mumbled with a warm smile. “Your emotions are so easily read because they tend to be plastered on your face… But your resilience and fighting spirit is always unexpected…” You wanted to reach forwards and hug him… but not at the same time.

“You’re not just trying to butter me up into believing you’ll actually change when you wont, are you?” you asked in one quick breath. He wiped away the tears in you eyes you hadn’t realised were falling.

“Insecurity…” he mumbled. “And no, I am not simply ‘buttering you up’. If I’m going to put up with you for all the ages, I think it would be best to ensure your happiness… otherwise I am certain you will make my life a living hell…” he said. You smiled and could feel your lower lip tremble, not because you were sad, but because you were happy. Loki pulled you into a soft, warm embrace.

“You bet your perfect arse I will…” you mumbled into his chest. He chuckled softly,

“Perfect arse?” he asked.

“I’ve seen it more than enough to know how perfect it is.” You mumbled. Someone cleared their throat, causing you and Loki to break apart.

“You two can enter now.” Frigga said softly, the doormen opening the double doors wide enough for you and Loki to pass through.

The room was filled with seas of people you didn’t even bother to attempt to sift through. The only people you recognised were Odin, Frigga and the warriors Frigga brought to Asgard; the others were just there to see the son of the Allfather, and his knew wife. You softly squeezed Loki’s arm and took half a step closer to him.

“It’s alright.” He said softly, “They’ll look at us for a short while, but will return to their own business quickly.” That made you feel a little better, but still, the idea of being on show for an entire realm’s nobility made you feel self-conscious. Even if over the past few weeks you had started feeling better, your skin was still just a little too sickly pale, your eyes still heavy and black ringed, and your body was just too thin and frail looking in comparison to the Asgardian’s. Luckily however, it was just as Loki said. As soon as you entered the room and descended down the stairs, the vast majority of the guests turned away and almost ignored you and Loki. There were a few people who actually came up and started small, meaningless conversations with the two of you, but they ended just as suddenly as they began. Eventually it ended up with you and Loki walking around with Frigga. You had a sneaking suspicion it was because Frigga was afraid of you and Loki running off during the party and leaving her to deal with the guests. Being stuck at the party didn’t bother you at all, but what did bother you was the one person who was missing, the one person who had been missing for the whole thing… Thor… How was it you could feel so happy and comfortable in your current situation, yet so restless and wanting change? You were at war with yourself over what you wanted… You knew your heart was with Loki, but still something kept dragging your thoughts back to the man who only ever wanted to help you… You’d broken him, just as Loki had broken you; only this time you didn’t get to fix it. You didn’t get to make up. You didn’t get to run your mouth until someone won or was forgiven… Loki gently pulled you to his chest,

“What’s wrong?” You shook your head, not wanting to drag Loki’s emotions down with your own.

“It’s nothing. I’m just not much of a party person.” You said with a small smile. He nodded and kissed your forehead.

“Just a little longer and I promise I’ll think of a reason for us to slip away.” He said. You hummed softly, some more people coming to greet you. It was so boring… More talking about Asgardian nobility and the mothers who were still happy they could attempt to pawn their daughters off on Thor. You could sense Loki’s anger and insecurities grow every time someone said they were glad the elder brother was still available; honestly you just wanted to snap at one of them and tell them to fuck off… but considering you weren’t Asgardian and weren’t really accustomed to noble culture, you decided to keep silent, holding on softly to Loki’s arm in an attempt to calm him was really all you could do. Luckily the few greeters you had, along with their children, became distracted by something; almost scattering like rats. When you turned towards the reason for their scattering, you very nearly forgot how to breathe.

Thor was standing in the doorway to the ballroom, glancing quickly over the variously faces before striding into the room. He looked happy at least… You smiled slightly when Thor’s eyes fell upon you and Loki, however he did not return the favour, instead turning away, looking a little saddened.

“Go talk to the big oaf…” You couldn’t tell if Loki was actually happy with you going to Thor or not… He didn’t sound it… but you could see the underlying worry in his eyes, whether it was for Thor or your readiness to help Thor, you didn’t know. You pecked his lips quickly before trotting off. Having apparently sensed your approach, Thor ducked away into a closed off area of the ballroom. None of the other guests followed behind the prince, which surprised you a little since they seemed so eager to jump on the crowned prince… You pulled back the drapes and slipped into the room. Thor was already waiting for you, which made you feel a little nervous…

“Hello…” you said uncertainly. He raised a brow with a small smile,

“Why are you suddenly so formal…?” he asked. That was formal…?

“I-uh… well… Why did you look so sad before?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“Before?”

“When you entered the room and saw us…” His brows furrowed, clearly perplexed with what you had said.

“I was not pleased that all the noble families decided to turn their attention to me… In fact one of them began speaking ill of the both of you. That is what upset me, and why – after a stern talking to – none of them followed me… That is all…” it made sense. Everything he said made sense… So why were you having such a hard time believing him…? Maybe it wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, but because you knew you weren’t worth any of the things he did for you. You’d toyed and kept Thor hanging on for what? For nothing… You gave him nothing he deserved, and what he deserved was far more than you could probably offer…

“Thor… I… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to hurt you… I’m really no better than Loki was… playing with your emotions and feelings-,”

“Where has all this come from (Name)…?”

“You weren’t at the ceremony… I haven’t seen you in ages… I just… I just thought…”

“Would it have made you happier if I had been there?”

“Well… I… Yes.” You said.

“And that is why I had to stay away, any hesitation from you would have killed both of you, and even if he hates me for saying it aloud, I do love my brother.” He paused for a moment. “I told you how I feel about you back on Midguard… and that will not change (Name),” That piece of information nearly knocked you over, “but I will respect the fact that you and Loki are married; so do not feel bad (Name). You have done nothing wrong by me.” Your jaw clenched slightly, not quite believing him.

“I have-,”

“The heart is a fickle thing… and I know that. I have made my choice, and you have made yours. You have no reason to feel bad for that.” You stepped forwards and gently wrapped your arms around his broad chest.

“You’re too good to me…” You mumbled. He chuckled softly and stroked your hair,

“Perhaps.” Everything seemed right… Which was completely unexpected. Nothing ever usually turned out right. Nothing ever worked out. It was a nice change-

“(Name).” Loki said. Shit… How many times had Loki caught you with Thor and turned into something it wasn’t? How many times had you paid for something that didn’t happen? Your entire body tensed and you hesitantly turned towards Loki, half expecting him to be angry… but he wasn’t… “Dinner is about to be served. I suggest we return to the party.” You nodded,

“Okay.” Thor released you from his embrace after a small glance from Loki. You couldn’t quite tell if it was a warning glance, or just an, ‘it’s time to go’ kind of thing. Thor didn’t seem bothered by it, and Loki didn’t let any anger show, so you decided it was probably the latter. Loki linked your arm with his and guided you back into the room, Thor following beside the two of you.

All the guests were picking from various platters carried by the servers, along with countless flutes of what you assumed to be alcohol. As one of the servers passed you managed to snag a glass. It was heavy considering the small amount of alcohol in it; you presumed it was some type of heavy and expensive crystal glass. You examined the perfectly clear liquid. Maybe it wasn’t wine… You took a sip. Okay, it was definitely wine, and it was strong. You’d had alcohol before, but nothing even remotely as strong as the wine from Asgard. It’s scent was so sweet, and pungent, but the wine itself – other than the alcoholic punch – was subtle. It was good. The look you received from Loki when you downed the rest of the glass was so funny you nearly spat it back out.

“What?”

“I’ve never seen a human drink an entire glass of this before without immediately collapsing.” He said, taking a mouthful himself. You laughed softly, feeling the wine going to your head almost immediately. It was surprisingly nice. Getting drunk never seemed like something you were all that interested in, but right now it seemed like getting a little tipsy was fun. It drew the tiredness from your body like poison is drawn from a wound, and suddenly you were pepped up and ready for anything.

Loki walked around the room a little with you, attempting to waste time between the amuse-bouche and the actual dinner. Your hand gently skimmed up Loki’s arm, completely uninterested by the food. It was the first time in weeks you were actually able to enjoy his company without being exhausted or high on drugs that completely screwed you around. Loki smirked, his arm wrapping around you tightly.

“Do you wish to leave early?” Loki asked his hand moving lower on your body to caress your waist and hip.

“It’s fine.” You said. “You and your mother put in a lot of work to get this ready. I don’t want to be disrespectful.” Loki gently nuzzled your neck.

“Do you feel horny?” he whispered softly. A deep heat spread over your cheeks, and probably radiated from your entire body as well.

“N-No.” you stuttered the lie out, but only just.

“Are you sure?” he asked, gently licking your neck. “It should be a side effect of the bonding.”

“What?!” You said a little louder than you should have, drawing a few glances from surrounding guests.

“I told you there were lots of side effects, but I only listed the most severe ones.”

“Why would getting horny be a necessary side effect?” you asked.

“The kings would tend to marry younger brides, to ensure their heirs are…” he trailed off, “to ensure their lineage continues undisrupted, they-,” you elbowed him in the side, already guessing what he was going to say. The horny old men needed their new wives to screw them early enough in life to ensure their heirs. “What was that for?” he grumbled.

“I’m sure you were ecstatic when you learnt that it was a side effect.” You said.

“If I was?”

“Then you’re just a dirty old man.” You teased. Loki smirked.

“I’m your dirty old man.” He said, his arms settling around your waist. You rolled your eyes.

***

After several hours of Loki trying to fuck you in front of everyone, you were finally able to slip away, Frigga taking it upon herself to apologise to the few people who wanted to, but didn’t get the chance to meet the two of you, probably because she could sense Loki’s growing frustration. The fact that you ‘accidentally’ managed to run your hand over his crotch a few during dinner didn’t help at all. Lets be honest though, you found it incredibly funny watching him struggle to control himself during the whole thing. However now Loki was dragging you behind him as he quickly walked towards his room, you were having more fun than before. Your feet could barely move fast enough to keep up, partially due to your continuous and uncontrollable laughter. Why were you so giddy? Maybe it was because of the four glasses of wine you had over dinner alone. Loki stopped to open the door, and you took that chance to wrap your arms around him and rest your weight on his back. He chuckled softly and unhooked your loose arms from his neck and pulled you inside.

“I think perhaps we spent a little too much time at the party.” He said, twirling you around. Because of your own sluggish reaction time and groggy mind, you stumbled and nearly fell over.

“No, it was fun… Well… when the guests weren’t being dicks…” you mumbled, swaying slightly. Loki sighed softly and ran his hand through your hair, undoing the styling and taking out the clips.

“I think you should rest…” He said. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck, raising yourself onto your toes in an attempt to match his height - - which you couldn’t quite manage.

“No.” you murmured, gently leaning up to kiss him. “No, not yet.” You pressed yourself to him, his hands moving to your lower back to keep you there.

“(Name)…” he groaned softly as you began unbuttoning his shirt and gently kissing, sucking and nipping his skin. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you back to kiss your forehead, then your temple, then your cheek, and then caught your lips. He began backing you into the nearest wall to the two of you, your fingers tangled in his hair to try to ease him back a little… but, well… you didn’t actually want him to stop. Loki hitched up the long, heavy skirt you were wearing and caressed your thighs and backside before lifting you up, your legs wrapping tightly around him, your back to the wall. You were silently cursing the thin pair of underwear confining your womanhood. Why was underwear even a thing? Surely in a dress as heavy and long as the one you were wearing, you could get away with no underwear at all. Yep... too much wine. Arguing about the effectiveness and usefulness of underwear was a tell-tale sign of too much wine… You gasped for air when Loki broke the kiss and moved to place you on the bed. You put your hand back, readying to stop yourself from falling, however it made a noise you weren’t expecting… A crunching, crumpling sound - - like paper. You pulled back from Loki, which you could tell irritated him slightly – instead he moved to your neck and breast. You struggled for the paper, which almost tore as you pulled on it because of Loki placing your body almost completely on top of it. It was a note. Loki tried to reach forwards and tear your dress apart, but you stopped him. “What…?” he asked. You turned the note around and started reading.

‘(Name),

I am well aware how awkward this may be, but, my dear, there is a present in the bathroom for you. I promise both you and Loki will love it.

Frigga.’

You raised a brow. “What is it?” Loki asked again, taking the note from you and taking a seat beside you to read it. You stood up and kissed his forehead,

“I’ll be back in a minute.” You said, heading for the en suite. Loki tried to keep you in the bed, but you assumed with the promise of a present he allowed you to leave.

You closed the bathroom door and glanced around the mid-size room. A rather large gift box, tied together with a silken green bow, sat on the basin. You picked the light box up and shook it slightly. Something sounded like metal hitting metal, as well as fabric and tissue paper. You ran your hand over the smooth box before pulling on the bowtie and opening it. What was lain out in the box was an extremely scant outfit for, you hoped, you. The idea of Loki wearing such a thing – while amusing – wouldn’t have gone down well with him at all. The outfit was in two pieces - - wait, what were the chains for…? Your brows furrowed as you held it up to your body. It was like a black bikini, a black bikini that had the cups on the bra slit open, which would more than likely show your nipples, unless the extremely thin gold chain holding the slits together actually held… The additional chains probably joined the G-string and the bra through the metal rings in the material. You honestly didn’t think a place like Asgard would even think about making something like this… You did note that even though it wasn’t on, it didn’t look like it was going to cover all of your breasts… and the G-string looked like there was less material used to make the whole thing than there is to create a single glove. A sudden knock on the door made you jump.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked.

“F-Fine. Just give me a minute.” You stuttered.

“What is the gift?” he asked.

“Oh… You’ll see…” you said. “Barely…” you added, hinting to how completely skimpy the outfit was. Somehow you managed to squeeze into the lingerie, and just as you had guessed, your nipples were very nearly visible, your breasts barely covered, and your womanhood was left feeling overexposed. You finished the piece by connecting the gold chains from the waist of the underwear to the band of the bra, the cool metal skimming across your stomach. You paced back and forth in the room, anxiety hitting your stomach. You were so damn nervous... Why?! It wasn’t as if you hadn’t had sex before... it wasn’t as if you hadn’t been alone with him before... But it wasn’t as if you were his wife before either...

“(Name), I’m starting to get worried…” Loki called. He sounded farther away than before, he was probably on the bed. You sighed softly and rested your hand on the box. There was something else… Your head turned as your fingers curled around something. Your pendant… The Shield Knot pendant… You reached to the back of your neck and unclipped the pearls before slipping the old necklace over your head, the gold pendant coming to rest between your breasts. Just as Loki had marked you, you marked him. It may have been a common symbol on Asgard, but it felt like yours… Your fingers gingerly played with the cool metal pendant. This symbol was yours, just as Loki was. Just as you were his… You couldn’t help but smile as you looked in the large mirror. Even if you were slightly too thin, to sickly, too tired looking… he wanted you… and you wanted him.

“I’m coming.” You called. You took a deep breath, and opened the door…

Notes

-Hides- I do good? You think I do good? Tell me... Please...?
Please let me know if you think this chapter worked. I spent forever trying to come up with a ceremony for Odin to perform and I spent so long on it I was afraid it was going to be too long -- but now reading back over it, I think it's too short Dx and I also tried to get my explanation for some stuff in, like why reader-chan is almost drawn to Loki (because history repeats itself in some ways) and... yeah... I'm not sure if it all worked...
Also, get ready for the lemon of the century ladies XD (I probably shouldn’t say that, just in case it’s not as good as I hope it will be…) Also, I don’t know if its true, but the candles colours have meaning, ranging from cleansing energy, removing negative energy, to binding, love and some other stuff ^^ Just thought it would be interesting for you to know~
Uuuum... what else...? Not much... just lemme know what you think~!

(There's a maximum 2 more chapters left!!! I may finish it off in the next chapter alone if I'm able to make it work without too much leftover~)