Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

“Give me Love” – Loki x Reader Chapter 37

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“Believe me, I know.” He said, tightening his hold on you. “And it is one of the many things I love about you.” You smiled slightly and snuggled into him.

***

It had been two months since you returned from your two-day honeymoon with Loki, and that was where the fairy-tale life ended. Everything about Asgard was hard to get accustomed to… Loki had royal duties to attend to, as well as aiding in lessons in magic. Teaching children irritated him more than it probably should have, but at least it kept him occupied and away from brooding… Thanks to Frigga’s intervention, you spent most of your days learning Asgardian culture, mannerisms, history and the language. It was nearly five thousand years’ worth of learning to take in over eight hours a day. At one stage in your life you thought the few hundred years of history you had to learn for school was hard, but this was on a completely different level… Initially you were an insanely diligent student, however as time went on you could feel yourself slacking. You’d long since given up on taking notes on the various subjects, mainly because Loki’s desk couldn’t hold all the scrolls, books and papers - - and he had managed to knock it all over one night on his way to the bathroom and some had fallen into the cinders of the fire. When you woke up the next morning he had denied it, only irritating you further... That was your second week of being a ‘married couple’ and you had already begun to fight. Luckily it didn’t last long, and you both knew to keep a cool head. The outside world was stressful enough without you being at each other’s throats as well.

You sighed softly, placing the extremely thick book you were pretending to read down on your lap, your eyes moving to the world around you though you still weren’t focused enough on the physical world to actually take in anything you were seeing. Maybe if you didn’t let your mind wander as often you would actually be able to keep up, but God damn it Odin’s reactions, words, and everything had bothered you. You’d wanted to speak to ‘Great King’, and tried several times, but each time he had been able to slip by without so much as a gaze in your direction. He seemed so cold, distant and uncaring towards Loki, so why then would he jump through hoops to get the two of you on a honeymoon? Why would he agree to do the ceremony in the first place at all? Sure, Frigga could have intervened, but that would only make him do so much... You had to know. Loki told you he didn’t want you ask, but you just couldn’t help yourself, you had to find a way to get Odin to talk.

“I don't like that look…” Loki said.

“What look…?” You mumbled absently. You were still trying to come up with a way to get to Odin. You weren't allowed into the throne room while he was dealing with queries from his subjects. After that he would go to various strategical meetings. The only time he was really available was on his way to said meetings or during meal times, and you always ate with Loki. Even though Odin had accepted Loki back into the family, he was still uncomfortable having his younger son around all the time, so it would often end up with you and Loki alone in your bedroom for meals and much of the day after business had been dealt with.

“That look.” He said, “I saw it on our honeymoon, and now I know what it means.” you raised a brow, your eyes coming back into focus. Right, you were in bed, Loki standing at the foot of the large mattress, intently gazing into your eyes, clearly trying to figure out what was on your mind.

“What does it mean then…?”

“It means you're planning something, and considering there are no waterfalls or gazebos around, it isn't the kind of plan I am hoping it will be.” he said as he took a seat beside you, his arm looping snugly over your shoulders. You rested your head against him, your eyes lingering on the outside world before you. Loki's room opened onto a large balcony that overlooked the gardens, the balcony itself touching a large tree that was covered in bright orange and red leaves that fell onto the balcony floor in heaps and mounds. It took you a week to finally convince him to open the doors, and now he had he didn't close it at all. You liked it better this way because at least this way it felt like more than just the two of you against the world. No, it was you, Loki, and the red leaved tree against the world, a much more settling thought.

“I want to go talk to Odin….” You finally mumbled, even though you knew Loki wouldn't like the idea at all.

“No-,”

“Loki…”you cut him off. “If I'm going to be around even half as long as everyone thinks I will then I'll need to get along with your parents,” he opened his mouth, though you already knew what he was going to say, “both of your parents.” You finished. If anyone else called Frigga and Odin his parents around him, he would always snap, claiming they weren't his parents, but with you he didn't. “And I want to know why-,”

“He won't tell you. He won't want to see you.” He said, tangling his hand with yours. You sighed softly,

“I just want to try… I need to try.” You felt Loki's shoulders slump. He was probably already sick of arguing with you, either that or he truly believed Odin would turn you away regardless of what you tried and you would become upset because of it - - meaning Loki would have to deal with your bad mood. You decided it was more than likely a bit of both. “Trust me...” you said.

“I trust you.” He replied.

“But not him?” you asked with a raised brow, to which he nodded. You rolled your eyes as you laid back in the soft mound of pillows behind you. “Well I’m going to do it, whether you like it or not.” You could tell you sounded like a stubborn child at that moment, but really you didn’t care. You’d put up with Odin’s childish behaviour, so it was time to be as stubborn as that jackass. Loki gently stroked your hair,

“I know... I won’t stop you.” He said. You smiled, resting your hand on his outstretched arm.

“Thank you.” A smirk pulled at his lips before he gently angled your head upwards and captured your lips. You hummed softly as he leaned down over you, your hand moving to tangle gently in his hair. His hand slid from your hair to skim across the rest of your body, squeezing and teasing you. A whimper left your lips when he settled himself between your legs. “I have to study...” you mumbled before reigniting the kiss almost right away.

“Later...” he hummed, his hand settling on the back of your neck to hold you against him firmly.

Loosely your arms hooked around his neck as his spare hand ran up your leg, exposing your skin from underneath the heavy Asgardian dress. A sharp knock at the door caused Loki to sigh irritably, however he didn’t pull away to answer, obviously trying to ignore it. However whoever it was wasn’t going to be ignored, and continued knocking, louder and without a break, like a constant, rapid clock during an intense migraine. After a few minutes of trying – and failing – to keep you ‘in the mood’ Loki growled as he swiftly got out of bed, and slammed the door open.

“What?!” he snarled at the young server girl, who very nearly dropped the heavy tray of food and drink on the ground.

“Loki, be nice...” you said, sitting up to pull your dress down. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded like a snide remark towards the girl, before taking the tray and slamming the door in her face. You sighed softly and slid off the bed, following Loki over to the dining area he had set up on the balcony. “If you want to start eating with everyone else, you have to get your temper under check...” Loki hummed as he placed the tray down, the both of you taking your seats. It was one of the same basic lunches you’d become accustomed to over your time on Asgard. Without refrigerators most of their meats were preserved and salted, the lavish roast dinners followed basic lunches of sliced meats, fish, vegetables, cheeses and bread – along with some potent wine. It was refreshing and light, and honestly you had begun feeling so much better physically, whether from the nights of peaceful sleep or the food itself you didn’t know but it felt good to feel so good. Loki began picking at the food, filling a glass of wine for each of you,

“Regardless of what I do (Name), I don’t believe things will change...” he mumbled before taking a mouthful of wine. “Honestly I would be surprised if he ever allowed me beyond the borders of the palace without his ‘secret’ spies watching me...” he said.

“Then I guess I’ll have to add that into my talk with Odin.” you smiled. Loki hummed, clearly not believing you. You stood and sat on the arm of his chair, your arm wrapping around him as your head rested on his shoulder. “It will get better... I promise.” His arm snaked around you,

“It doesn’t have to get better, as long as you’re with me.” You kissed his temple.

***

For the next week you spent your time trying to find a way to Odin. After your studies was too late as his various meetings would have already started, and during your study just took away time you couldn’t spare to waste, mainly because your tutors were hard-asses. Time and time again you had managed to come upon him, but you were always ushered away by his awaiting guard, or given a gentle nudge away by Frigga... On the eighth day you once again set out on your completely unprepared goal to catch Odin alone. You’d woken up early to leave your room before someone arrived to deliver the days study material, and even before Loki had woken up. Of course you left a note for him, and asked him to lie to the tutor to get him to leave without having a need to tell Odin you weren’t there for your studies. Considering he was the ‘God of Mischief’, you trusted he was capable of coming up with something.

The palace in the small hours of the morning was a surprisingly lively place. Maids and other servants ran wild through the halls, attempting to get all their jobs done as quickly as possible before the royal family woke up to see them. The sun had yet to fully illuminate the dark sky. The torch lamps hanging high on the tall walls still alight, sending red and orange light over everything. According to Loki Odin woke up at the crack of dawn, ate breakfast and started his day... Catching him during breakfast would probably upset him, and you’d guess there would almost always be guards around him in one way or another. Yes, going in to catch a king unprepared was probably the best idea you could have... Screw it, you’d catch him on his exit from his room, before he could get to breakfast.

Quickly you trotted down the halls, in all honesty had it not been for the slightly cleaner dress you were wearing you could have easily passed for a servant, which in all actuality would probably benefit you. You turned and turned again, the closer you came to the king and queens suites, the fewer people you found, and the louder your footsteps had become. You slowed your pace and glanced around. You’d never actually been to this part of the palace before. You were technically ‘royalty’ with your marriage to Loki, and as such you had to know the hundred room palace like the back of your hand, so you’d been given generic floor plans to follow. The north was where Thor’s quarters were, south was Loki, and the king and queen had rooms to the west. Of course you weren’t given exact plans of these areas, in fact these places were only mentioned in passing really, your studies of the palace mainly focussing on the locations of main ballrooms, the throne room, library’s and other common areas. So it was lucky you even remembered the location of their rooms. After twenty minutes of searching the west side, you found a large set of stairs at the end of a hall, a void reaching at least five flights up following them. Fucking stair-loving Asgard again... With a hefty sigh you began climbing the stairs, all five flights of them. They curved around in a seashell-like spiral; no other hallways came off of the stairs, the only hope for relief being the top and bottom... When you reached the top of the stairs, you came to a small hall with two large doors sitting on adjacent walls, one gold plated and one silver plated with lit torches either side of them. By some miracle there weren’t any guards to see you or send you away – the lack of guards was an extreme blind spot in the protection of their king and queen,

“Come in girl.” Odin’s deep, dominant voice called. “Loitering about the halls like a common thief...” he grumbled as he opened the silver door. He was already fully dressed, his one good eye glaring in your direction. You took a breath, and started towards the door. You had expected the silver-doored room to belong to Frigga, but then the old saying ‘don’t judge a book’ rang through your head. “Now.” The king snarled, making you jump and quickly run into the door. He huffed and closed the door behind you, as you were passing him you did notice what would usually be a hidden door just ajar enough to glance in. The room you were looking into felt more masculine than the one you were in, harsh metals and deep woods filling the room, and atop the bed you could see an unmistakably feminine form. You were correct. This was Frigga’s room, light, bright and soft – feminine. It should have been obvious really; just like any other married couple they shared a room, even if it wasn’t ‘proper’. Apparently having noticed where you were looking Odin quickly – but quietly – closed the door to his room. “Over two months I’ve put up with your presence and in the last week you’ve proven yourself irritating and unappreciative of the time and money spent trying to educate you in our ways. Now, what do you want?” Your mouth opened slightly, but really you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Had you been unappreciative of everything...? You’d spent almost all this time focussing on why and not just enjoying the fact you were able to be there with Loki, healthy, happy...

“I...” you trailed off, Odin looking somewhat smug, “I do appreciate everything...” you mumbled. “I am thankful for every day that I get to wake up next to the man I love, but it is so hard to watch him struggle with everyone as he tries to settle back in...” he rolled his eyes.

“He has to learn that the things he does have consequences.” He said dully. “He has yet to learn or adhere to a punishment...”

“If that’s true then I want to know why you would do the ceremony for us... and give us a honeymoon if it caused such grief, or bother to allow Loki to do royal duties, and for me to study about Asgard if you hate him, or me, or both of us so badly... Why show him kindness only to take it away? Is it to torment him?” You didn’t know if what you said made any type of sense, but really the whole situation didn’t make any sense... so it was kind of befitting.

“As most small brained organisms on your planet, you have misunderstood almost everything.” He said dully. You clenched your jaw. Ass hat. Smug prick. Dick. Fuck face. It was better to call him all the dirty names you wanted to in your head, rather than actually saying it.

“How have I misunderstood?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“Your immediate reaction is to assume I hate a boy I raised since he was an infant, which I can assure you isn’t-,”

“Even if it isn’t true, that’s how you come across!” you yelled. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not it’s how I feel, and it’s how he feels.” You insisted. The king still didn’t look convinced. “It doesn’t matter if you love or hate him... if he sees you as cold and hate filled, that will be all he sees, regardless of the few good moments you give him... me included...” Your own speech had made you realise how unfair you had been. You clung to Loki’s insecurities, probably because you still had some yourself, without thinking about what you had been given at all. You thought only about the scheme behind his kindness, rather than the kindness itself... Your shoulder slumped slightly, “I’m sorry...” you mumbled, about to concede defeat. “You don’t have to tell me why. It was wrong to assume you had an ulterior motive by being kind to us... I just... I guess I wanted to know if you actually cared, or if it were Frigga convincing you to do everything...”

“Don’t mumble girl.” He said nonchalantly. “It is instinctual to question people’s motives, so I do not hold anything against you for that.”

You fell silent as awkwardness settled between you. What were you supposed to do? Maybe leaving would be best. You’d said all you needed to, and Odin seemed content to end it there. You took a breath, about to turn before Odin sighed softly,

“I act the way I do with him, not because I hate him... not because he is not of my blood... I do what I do because I do not want to show him the same weakness Frigga shows him... He knows if he tries hard enough that she will give him what he wants, even if he does not deserve it. I have to be the stern one who keeps him in line.”

“That doesn’t mean you make it so bad that your son thinks you hate him...”

“It is how it has to be...”

“No it isn’t... Please... I’ll still eat in the bedroom if you’re uncomfortable with me, but at least for lunch could you let Loki spend time with all of you...?”

“I cannot-,”

“Please... Show him kindness even if you do not think he has done enough to earn it...” He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“I will, on one condition.” He said.

“What is it?”

“Do not tell him you asked this of me... I want to see what he will be like thinking of this as a reward for good behaviour so far, and not on his best behaviour as if he were obliged to for your sake.” You clenched your jaw. If Loki didn’t know you were the one who asked of it... he could react badly... But you could sense over the two months that all he wanted was Odin’s approval, so maybe he would think of it as that... You nodded.

“Okay.” You smiled slightly. Odin nodded,

“You may leave.” He said, turning to open the door for you. “And don’t try this again. I had the guards take the mornings off the past few days because I assumed you would try this. Now that you have, if you come to my room again, you will be ‘escorted’ back to your own.” It took all you had in you not to roll your eyes.

“Okay... though technically this isn’t your room...” you said as you stepped out. The door almost instantly slammed behind you. You sighed softly. Okay, you weren’t close enough to Odin for playful teasing... But it went well, right...?

***

After Odin had sent you out, you returned to your room, coming to find that Loki had gone to work as usual. Hours passed slowly as you started getting through all the work required for that day, and you found that Loki didn’t come back for lunch as per usual; and only a single serve of food was sent to you. Initially it made you happy, extremely happy even... however as the afternoon rolled by and you had no contact with Loki whatsoever, you started getting worried. Finally when dinner arrived, again with only enough for you, you asked where Loki was. The response nearly made you drop the platter in your hands.

“A-Are you sure...?” you asked. The servant nodded. He had been sent to the dungeons?! God if that was Odin’s attempt to get along with Loki and get him involved with his own family then there was something definitely wrong with him! Fuck the ‘misconceptions’ you had about Odin, you now deemed them all correct! Immediately you shoved the tray back at the servant –harder than you had intended – and started down the halls, straight to the dungeons.

There were no servants in the halls, beyond the preoccupied maid every once and a while, so there was no one to bear the anger and fear you were feeling. The moment you came upon the stone arch leading down to the dungeon you slipped through the door, ignoring the protest from the guard. You had expected to accidentally fall down the slightly damp stairs as you quickly ran down them, but luckily you didn’t. Your hands ran over the uneven stone wall as you walked, the lights barely flickering in the dark descent not enough to remove the worry of running into something. The light at the end of the tunnel quickly became visible, and when you emerged you were almost blinded by what seemed to be faux lighting within the ceiling. You rubbed your eyes and tried to adjust to the light as you took a few steps. Your vision quickly focused, and all the cells came in to view. You took a breath to settle yourself as all of the eyes of the criminals fell on you.

“L-Loki...?” you called hesitantly. The prisoners began chattering between themselves, a few wolf whistling or cat-calling to you. You quickly moved past the stone and magic based cells.

“(Name)...” Loki’s voice cut through the other noise. You glanced around and followed it, eventually coming to a cell completely devoted to Loki. A sad and relieved sigh left your lips. He was sitting on a bed, yellow-gold magic panelling keeping him inside the otherwise stone cell. Your pace slowed once you came to him, eventually coming to sit in front of his cell.

“How exactly did you end up in here...?” You asked, resting against the stone pillar of the cells corner.

“Odin refused to allow you to join us during lunch...” he said. Oh no...

“You’ve been in here since then?” you asked, brows furrowing and voice straining slightly. He nodded,

“I will not allow him to exclude you and pretend you don’t exist.” The look on your face must have given away the pain, sadness and responsibility you felt, because he gazed, long and hard at you.

“It’s because that was the deal I made with him Loki... It wasn’t really a deal in fact, more of a plea...” you mumbled.

“You what?” You glanced down, unable to look at him.

“I spoke to him this morning, and he agreed to let you join in on lunches with everyone...”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?!” You glanced up to him, mouth open and fear ringing in the back of your mind. What were you going to say? The last thing you wanted was Loki to think you were against him as well... Oh shit...

“Because your father is a proud man who wouldn’t want to admit a human knew what he needed to do before he did...” Frigga said as she gracefully stepped up beside you. “So do not blame her Loki...”

“You’re right, it was his fault.” Frigga sighed and rubbed her temple. Suddenly an idea struck you, a rather obscene idea considering Loki was several hundred years old, and an idea that made you snicker. The Queen and Loki both looked at you clearly confused.

“You’re in timeout.” you laughed. Loki’s brows furrowed,

“What...?” he growled. You slowly calmed yourself,

“I’m sorry... but it’s just kind of funny... That’s why Odin has been doing what he has been... because to him you’re still a naughty child who needs to be reprimanded, and this is your ‘naughty spot’...” Loki rolled his eyes.

“You’re being ridiculous.” He said dully.

“She’s correct though...” Frigga mumbled.

“What?” his voice was dull and very unimpressed.

“Thor is, for lack of a better phrase, his ‘golden boy’...” she said. Loki rolled his eyes at this, “And you are still somewhat of the child, to the both of us.”

“I’m a full grown man mother...” he grumbled.

“Not to us.” She smiled. Loki sighed irritably at his mother’s amusement.

“Okay, so can someone go to daddy dearest and ask him to let me out.” He said murmured.

“I’ll go talk to him... I was able to talk him into letting Loki sit at the grown-ups table.” you said, though you were certain the hesitation and nerves in your voice pierced through the attempt at humour.

“It’s okay dear; I’ve already talked to him.” She said, nodding to a guard who dropped the barrier. “You did very well this morning by the way.” She smiled wide. Loki made his way over to you and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

“What’s going to happen now...?” you mumbled.

“We’re going to start acting more like a family... Everyone will start acting like an actual family.” Frigga said, and you could sense Loki roll his eyes,

“Yes, because it worked out so well today...” He sniped. You rose up onto your toes and pecked his lips.

“Just try... once more.” He hummed, meeting your kiss,

“Very well...” he said. You smiled wide, his forehead against yours.

***

Odin was not in the mood to put up with Loki that night, so you and he ate your dinner in your room again, however Frigga had promised the two of you a seat at the table every meal henceforth. The next day during the morning Loki had woken you up and all but forced you into clothes. Having had breakfast in bed for the last two months you were less than accustomed to getting up and dressed before eating. However once he had forced you from bed, into the shower, and clothes on your back – with a moment where the clothes came back off before going back on – you were ready for your first ‘family meal’. Suddenly the idea of being scrutinised by Odin and anyone else terrified you. Servants talked, a lot. You had caught three of them talking about your sex life while cleaning up as you were in the shower once before! Honestly! It was going to be so much worse when you were in public. Oh god what if you and Loki got into a squabble…? That would only make everything worse! Before you knew it you were hyperventilating, hands clenching the sheets tightly as all the bad thoughts you had thought long gone returned. What would you do if it didn't work out with Loki…? You wouldn't be able to show your face on earth or Asgard… Fuck… The people would talk of a whore who was stupid enough to follow her master, before being traded in! You could hear Loki’s muffled voice, however the rapid sound of your own beating heart made it impossible to hear exactly what he was saying. Please, oh God please don't let him grow bored of you. You would be ridiculed, you’d be a joke, an utter embarrassment… and ultimately, you would be alone.

You could feel firm hands on your upper arms, your hands lifting from your lap to curl around Loki’s collar.

“I don’t think I’m ready to face everyone...” you mumbled. He gently stroked your hair,

“Why...?” You shook your head, not wanting to admit your grievances out loud.

“I just can’t...” you mumbled. Loki sighed softly and kissed your forehead.

“Stay here, I will be back soon.” He literally had to pry your hands away from his collar before he stepped away. In your mind you knew you were being ridiculous, however that didn’t stop the ludicrous thoughts from crossing your mind. You needed him. You wanted him with you, and yet he left. What happened when you needed him for a reason more than just your own insecurities...? He had been with you while you were ill, you knew that, yet you were still scared of him leaving you. He was over nine hundred years old, and you weren't even close to being a tenth of his age... Would that come into play? Human commitments could last for several decades... but when forty years barely ages either of you, could it become stale? You were being ridiculous. Loki loved you and you loved him, but what if...? What if he woke up one morning and he didn’t...?

“My dear...” Frigga said softly, resting her hand on your own. Hesitantly you glanced up. The radiant queen was smiling gently down at you. “I would like you to come with me.” In your peripheral vision you could see a confused look cross Loki’s face, however before you could question it Frigga had helped you to your feet and took you out of the room, down a few hallways and into a large vacant room, something you guessed would be used for intimate parties.

“Why are we in here...?” you mumbled, glancing around at the vast ceilings, ornate crown moulding and chandeliers.

“Because what I want to show you shouldn’t be seen by others... or rather cannot be seen by others...” she smiled, “Now dear, close your eyes...” You thought it best not to question the queen, so you closed your eyes as Frigga gently placed her hand on your cheek.

It felt like you were pulled through a white tunnel, your stomach fluttering as your head spun. You were standing still, you knew that... but it felt like you were in a car speeding down a highway, swerving and ducking around other cars. Suddenly everything stopped, the movement of your body, the sickness in your stomach, and the spinning of your head as the white light began to fade. You were in the doorway between a room and balcony, silky curtains brushing against your back. It smelled sweet like spring... only it was a fresher, brighter springtime than you had ever experienced. The sun beaming down was comfortably warm against your skin, and you were kept cool by the subtle breeze. As your eyes fully adjusted to your surroundings, some figures came into view. A woman in Asgardian garb was lying in a sunbed, her face hidden by the back of the chair, stroking her swollen stomach as a child around the age of two stood on the seat beside her, clinging to her. A man walked out onto the patio and knelt beside her. Finally it was someone you recognised. Black hair shining with a blue hue in the sun, offset by his pale skin and gold highlights in his attire... the man was Loki. Your brows furrowed as you stepped out of the doorway and onto the patio. Over Loki’s shoulder you could see a set of familiar eyes, hair – albeit longer – and face... It was you... You were sitting in the chair, pregnant with a second child... Suddenly the child smiled wide, and quickly hopped off the seat, running over to a shadowy figure that picked the child up as they made their way out to the balcony. It was Thor, he looked happy, he seemed genuinely happy... Thor and Loki began to speak, your double joining in. You could see their mouths move but didn’t hear a word, until Thor said something.

“Shall we go see your grandfather...?” he asked the child, who nodded rapidly.

“Do you think he will give...” the gender of the child was muted, much to your irritation, “back before nightfall this time?” Loki asked, standing straight.

“I doubt it. He is eager to teach some archery and magic.” Thor shrugged,

“Archery?!” Your double said, clearly not amused that her, your, young child would be around dangerous weapons. Again the sound faded out as everyone continued to talk. You stepped forward, wanting to touch the scene, to keep that happy moment with you; however the white tunnel returned, and you were ripped back to reality.

Frigga smiled warmly at you; however it was hard to see her through your water-logged eyes.

“What was that...?” you breathed. It felt like all the air had been forced from your lungs, and you were unable to breathe it back in properly.

“It was your future dear...” Tears spilled down your face.

“What...?” She nodded.

“I cannot tell others... so instead I decided to show you in the hopes it would remove the worry in your heart...” you covered your trembling mouth with your hand, causing Frigga to wrap her arms around you. “It’s okay dear...” she said, patting your back. You nodded slightly, a small smile pulling at your lips. He wasn’t going to leave you... You were going to be happy... Everything was going to be good... After a while, Frigga released you, and straightened out your hair, giving you time to wipe away the tracks from the tears. “Now, how about you go to breakfast, and I will come shortly with Loki.” She said. You took a breath and nodded with a smile. The queen released you, and you headed off out of the room, a new found confidence and security in your head and heart.

*Frigga’s POV*

The elderly queen let out a soft, relieved breath once the young woman left the room. That went down well, very well. Showing her the future seemed to put her at ease in a way nothing else could. Frigga would still have to coach Loki a little in regards to comforting and managing (Name)’s worries. Sometimes – most of the time – men had trouble interpreting women’s emotions.

“You didn’t tell her that the vision was one of many possibilities.” Loki said as he stepped into the room. Frigga sighed again, out of a slight exasperation towards Loki.

“What I showed her was the most likely outcome from this path... Some subtle things may change depending on reactions to things... but as it stands, it is what is most likely will happen.”

“But it can change.” Loki’s tone made it almost seem like a question, though they both knew it was a statement.

“Yes...” Loki took a moment to think over her words.

“What else have you seen?” he asked while crossing his arms.

“Do not do that to yourself, knowing all of the outcomes will do nothing but fill you with worry and fear.”

“Fri-,”

“Mother, Loki. I am your mother.”

“Mother...” Loki started. “Tell me...”

“No.”

“I need-,”

“You love her, do you not?” she asked, stepping over to the raven haired prince.

“I do...” Frigga smiled as she straightened Loki’s slightly dishevelled hair and clothes.

“Then that is all you need to know and remember...” her blue eyes moved towards the door (Name) had left through before turning back to Loki. He understood the message, and went after his beloved. Frigga followed a few minutes behind; relieved she would hopefully be able to let Loki handle everything from now on without her over his shoulder... though she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop her meddling ways completely.

*Your POV*

After your hysteric morning, everything settled into a comfortable rhythm. Your tutoring had been moved out of the bedroom and into an adjoining office to Loki’s, courtesy of Frigga – though you were warned about focussing on your studies and not allowing Loki to ‘distract’ you. It was probably one of the best days on Asgard you had ever had - - not counting the day you were bonded, or your honeymoon. After Loki had finished an obscene amount of paper work you hadn’t realised he had to do every day and you finished your studies, you went back to your room to enjoy the afternoon. Loki had suggested you walk around Asgard and enjoy the sites, but after the emotion filled morning you just wanted to relax. Though really, you should have known better than to expect relaxation when you were alone with Loki in a bedroom with no work needing to be done...

Initially you started kissing after the door closed however before you could even reach the bed - - really just as you entered the door - - he pulled your dress of, and was already starting to unhook your bra with one hand and pulling at your underwear with the other. You hummed with a smile as he picked you up and laid you down on the bed, your arms snaking around his neck and legs around his waist.

“Are you sure? Your mother did warn us about fooling around.” You teased, knowing full well Frigga wouldn’t care if you had sex in your own bedroom.

“I doubt she will come crashing in to our bedroom.” He said, trying to kiss you again, but you turned to the door, making him miss your lips.

“Are you sure...? I mean... it would be awfully embarrassing if she walked in on us.” Loki chuckled softly and rolled his eyes before he started tracing his lips across your neck, down between your breasts and across your stomach. You groaned softly as his finger slipped past your underwear and deep into you, the single digit curling against your inner walls, “L-Loki-ah!” you moaned as his tongue prodded your clit through the material. He hummed against your nether regions, sending more pleasure through your abdomen. You honestly didn’t know how wet you were becoming until the slick liquid began coating your thighs as Loki moved his finger in and out of you. You gripped the sheets firmly; one hand curling in his raven locks and messing up his usually perfect hair. All too early he pulled away, causing your hips to buck up against the nothingness he left behind. Even the light touch of the cloth of your underwear settling over your womanhood again was enough to make you whimper. Loki chuckled as he traced his finger over your covered entrance again. “Please...” you moaned.

“Please what...?” he smiled, flicking the sensitive bud between your legs. You huffed softly. Oh hell no. You weren’t about to let him have all the control. Quickly you sat up and pushed him down on the bed, immediately straddling his lap and holding down his arms – though if he wanted to he could easily overpower you.

“Please be good while I fuck you...” you smiled, somewhat sweetly. Already you could feel his hardening member through your damp underwear. You rolled your hips back and forth, knowing you were more than wet enough to transfer your warmth, and the wetness itself to his dick. Within seconds you could tell that what you had intended to happen was, because Loki began to buck up to meet you, his usually pale face tinged pink slightly. You smiled, leaning down to kiss him as you pulled his member free from his pants. A sharp moan caught in his chest the moment your hands touched the twitching, throbbing muscle, and a louder groan escaped when you began running your damp slit over the length of him. You held his dick firmly against your womanhood with one hand as the other moved to his pocket, pulling out one of the daggers he kept with him at most times. You laid his member down against his abdomen, and rested yourself over him, forcing him to put up with your damp warmth over him without any movement.

Now with two hands free you slowly began to cut away at the thin cloth covering your nether regions. You could see Loki’s desire and need grow second by second, and when you finally pulled away the last of the underwear, he couldn’t help himself but reach up and try to touch you. Gently you pressed the blade against his hand.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head, guiding his hand back down with the dagger before reaching back and placing it on the bedside table. How bad would it be, going to the healers with something cut, and explaining it happened during sex...

“(Name)...” he groaned. You had been so wrapped up in your little tease show that you failed to notice his violently throbbing member beneath you, or the precum that had dribbled down onto his stomach.

“Sorry.” You said, leaning down to kiss him again as you slipped him inside of you with a moan. Loki’s hands settled on your hips as you began to ride him. The both of you groaned, gasping for air desperately, your forehead resting on his shoulder as you began to quicken your pace. Loki’s arms moved from your hips to wrap around your shoulders, holding you tight against him.

“Loki-,” you gasped as he began bucking up to meet your movement. You cursed as his hands caressed and teased your body. Your breathing became shallow as his hand found your breast, his teeth sinking into your hardened nipple; the mix of physical pleasure and pain, as well as the satisfying groans coming from his mouth forced you closer and closer to the edge you were desperately trying to avoid. You broke through his hold to sit up, Loki reluctantly releasing your breast, the soft mound snapping back into place. You let out a hum as your hands came to rest on his chest to support your upper body. Loki began breathing deeply, his member starting to swell within you as his hands firmly squeezed your breast and side.

“Come...” he groaned, and immediately you lost yourself, back arching forwards as you threw your head back. A desperate moan ripped through your vocal chords as your body spasmed, shivered and tensed. Honestly you were so wrapped up in your own pleasure you didn’t notice Loki release, only after you fell forward into his arms did you realise his now softened dick slip from you, and there was even more liquid spilling from your entrance, obviously a mix of his seed and your own arousal.

You laid in his arms for God knows how long. It was long enough to catch your breath, and become somewhat uncomfortable from the sweat covering your body. Eventually you lazily turned your face to him, with a smile and slight giggle.

“Well... this has certainly been a very good day...” you mumbled. He smiled, tracing his fingertips over your spine.

“My only hope is that no one heard you... After all the balcony doors are open and you were very loud when you screamed my name...” he chuckled. You said his name...? That was a likely thing to happen, but you didn’t notice it at all... Deep down you started to feel the embarrassment of everyone hearing you scream for Loki, but you were so relaxed at the moment that you didn’t care,

“Then maybe we should try harder... if no one has complained about our noise.” You teased with a smile.

“Is that a promise...?” he asked with a wide smile. You hummed, not answering to leave him guessing. It would more than likely happen... you and Loki both had trouble keeping your hands to yourselves.

Eventually Loki moved the two of you into a sitting position beneath a thin throw rug at the head of the bed, his arms tightly holding you. Just what was he to you...? You had asked yourself that once, wrapped in his warm embrace. But now you finally knew. He was all of your speculations and more. He was you lover, your friend, and now? He was your husband, and eventually the father to your children. Loki’s arm tightened around you, dragging you out of your thoughts,

“Are you sure you still want this?” He asked. You smiled softly as a gust of breeze sent leaves flying into the room.

“Yes, I am.” Loki gently turned your head to face him.

“Think seriously (name). The Avengers and Thor are rebuilding Midgard. I cannot offer you much more than what we have right here in this one room, and there is no guarantee that the seal will work...” He gently trailed his fingers over the burn mark on your neck. You sighed softly and ran your hand through Loki’s raven locks. “And I do not think I could cope with loosing you...” He buried his face into your neck, kissing you gently.

“Where has this hesitation come from...? Was it Frigga’s vision that’s made you scared...?” Loki knew Frigga had shown you something, and much to your surprise he didn’t prod for an answer.

“No, I just...” he trailed off.

“Loki,” You said, coaxing him from his hiding place. “Just give me your love for as long as you can. That’s all I need.” You said. “If you can give me that, then there is nothing else in the nine realms I could ever want...” A small smile pulled at his lips. “What is it...?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted... Someone to love me, and give love to... but are you certain that giving me your love is really the best thing for you?” Your decision to be with Loki had caused so much grief and pain in the past, so it was somewhat of an understandable question for him to ask you... but you trusted him. You trusted him not to hurt you again.

“Loki, I've never been more certain of anything in my entire life...”

- END

Notes

So this is it~! The last of this story!! Now, NO. There will be no epilogue. Frigga's vision will be the only glimpse you'll have into the distant future, but that doesn't mean I will be ending the progression for all of the characters. At the same time I post this (and the reason I didn't want to just write this and then post it) I will be posting 3 Specials for all of you. 1 is regarding the songs for this story, 2 is my own stories (and some fanfiction stories for the future), and 3 will be how I plan to continue this slight AU storyline. It will only be a snippet into the future of the story, so you will have to keep watching my updates to see when it gets posted on its own~ (go to my AO3 account to view these specials - http://archiveofourown.org/works/2262204/chapters/4967547 )

Please tell me what you think, and if i've forgotten anything, because it's been such a long time since I started this that some small details could have been missed while I was trying to wrap it all up ^^
I want to thank all of you for the support, for the lovely comments, and I hope you enjoyed everything~!