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The day you were born there was a terrible storm. The palace midwives had to deliver you under flickering lamplight through fierce winds. They say when you let out your first cry, there was a clap of thunder so loud the walls shook. Your mother swore it was your seiðr passing through the heavens into your tiny body. The magic was the very same practiced by her and all her mothers before her. 

In another room entirely at the breast of his nurse was Loki. When the thunder boomed he smiled and clapped as though he was waiting for you. And perhaps, if midwives and nurses were to be believed, the little Prince was doing just that. Waiting for his partner in crime. 

And what a fright the two of you were. As babbling toddlers you terrorized any young nurse who dared to manage you. If Loki wasn’t cloning himself you were vanishing into thin air. By the end of their shift some of the poor dears left shaking. It got to a point that Frigga herself had to bind your powers until you were mature enough to wield them. 

Even without powers you managed to create all sorts of chaos. Loki truly earned his moniker as the god of mischief. You happily followed along with every prank he came up with. Torturing Thor was among your favorite games. You meant no harm really. And, your little self couldn’t do much damage to him anyway. Of course the older boy took it in stride and doled out just as much torture as you. You supposed this is what it felt like to have siblings. 

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You were the only child Kasper and Astrid bore. Kasper was Odin’s top general for millennia and his most trusted adviser. It was only natural for Astrid and Frigga to be just as close. Both women hailed from magical backgrounds and spent hours toiling until their husbands arrived home from battle. Astrid was a formidable healer and managed the entire fleet. There wasn’t a healer in the realm who didn’t learn at her hand. 

The time had come for you to begin your apprenticeship with your mother and Frigga and Loki would begin taking on the duties of a Prince. You spent hours learning about herbs and spells while Loki learned military strategy and swordsmanship. At the end of the day, you would meet in the library to debrief. 

“I trained with a broadsword today. Too short. I’d like one with at least three fullers and a lighter steel. Better for thrusting and slashing. What did you do today?” He was genuinely interested to learn what you learned. While knives and swords were infinitely more entertaining than lying about all day, he missed his mother. He missed you. 

You couldn’t hide your jealousy from Loki. You begged your father mercilessly to allow you to train. He dismissed your requests and sent you back to your mother. No place for a lady is all he said. Loki tried to hide his smile when he saw the anger build in your face, “Oh it was fascinating. I learned all about wolfsbane and it’s proper care and handling.” You rolled your eyes, “Not all of us can have as joyous a day as you, my prince.”

“Don’t be a brat. Be grateful that you have a purpose more important than simply marrying and bearing children. Though, I suppose that is expected of you as well.” He rested his chin on your shoulder pulling you in tight against his body. 

Your whole face flushed at the gesture. You’ve always carried feelings for Loki though you’d never admit to them. It never occurred to you that you wanted more until he began dating. And the term “dating” is used rather loosely. Loki would bed anyone and anything warm blooded. To the outward observer, Loki is a cold and cunning miscreant who left a trail of broken hearts. There wasn’t a chambermaid in the palace who hadn’t warmed his bed. Loki developed quite the reputation. With you, he was always gentle and, in private, he cherished you. You knew Loki would likely never marry outside of the realm. Thor was the heir to the throne so his future bride would need to be someone of great political stature to strengthen the realms. Loki could marry whomever he chose. It was always in the back of your mother’s mind that you would marry Loki uniting your two families for a lifetime. However, as Loki’s trysts became public knowledge, your father shut down those thoughts. He never wanted you to be disrespected and Loki was nothing if not a scoundrel. In your heart of hearts you held out hope that maybe an arrangement could be made. Loki wouldn’t hear of it. The whole institution of marriage was abhorrent to him. Loki has a long life ahead of him and he intends to live it to the fullest. 

“You could ask for my hand. That way we don’t have to worry about all the trappings of marriage.” He kissed your temple and squeezed you tighter. 

“But don’t you want to marry for love, kjære?” 

That stung. You and Loki adored each other, sure. But he clearly had no romantic thoughts for you. “Don’t we love each other?” you asked to test the waters. “I love you.” 

With a deep sigh he nuzzled your hair, “I do love you. Have since you were born. But not the way your husband would. Not the way you deserve to be loved.” 

Before you died of embarrassment you pulled away from him and went back to your book. “What I deserve is to choose the way I live my life. Lady Sif has started to train with the rest of the soldiers. Why can’t I?”

“Lady Sif is a brute. Her talents are with a sword. While you are brilliant with a blade you’re far more effective with your magic.” 

“Sif’s more effective with what’s between her legs. Perhaps I should put myself to use in the same way to get what I want.” For a split second you thought you saw Loki blush. Anger bubbled in your chest at his physical admission to their relationship. “Point proven.” You poked at his cheek and he batted your hand away. 

“Speaking of poor decisions, I’m off to the feast. Don’t stay up too late, pet.” He kissed your forehead and got up from the table. 

“Can I come? Please, Loki. I never get to go to the feasts.” 

His eyes widened, “Your father would have my head. Drunken debauchery is absolutely no place for you. Good girls who want husbands don’t attend parties.” 

You rolled your eyes as he bounced excitedly from the room. “Lady Sif gets to go!” You yelled after him. 

“Exactly my point.” he bellowed from the hall. 

You were sick and tired of being treated like a child. If it were up to Loki, you’d be locked in a tower nose buried in a book until it was time for you to court. You wondered if Loki ever gave any real thought that you would marry. Not that your endless studying would do you any good. Most men didn’t appreciate women who were smarter than them. Men didn’t want rousing debates with their wives. Even Loki didn’t seem to find that attractive. If he had, you’d be together. 

You stayed up for several more hours. When your eyes couldn’t keep open any longer you went back to your room. On the way you heard giggling and stumbling feet. You hid behind a column only to see Loki and your chambermaid carrying on together. You stilled yourself trying to be invisible as you watched her drop to her knees. 

You wished he wanted you that way. Longed to be the one making him throw his head back and moan your name. You forgot yourself for a moment and slowly crept out of your hiding space to get a better look. Loki caught sight of you and froze in his movements. He quickly concealed his erection still panting with lust blown pupils. His cheeks were flushed and his hair wild. “My lady, you shouldn’t be out at this hour. Go to bed.” he commanded. He had the gall to order you back to your room as if he had any such authority to do so. You were mortified. With a clenched throat and tears in your eyes you stumbled over an apology. 

“I…I’m sorry, my Prince.” You ran to your room not daring to look back at them. Tears streamed hot down your cheeks as you sobbed into your pillow. He spoke to you in the same manner as a parent would speak to their child. 

Moments later you heard him tapping on your door. You hid under your covers pretending to be asleep. What could he have possibly wanted? He absolutely wouldn’t apologize. Likely he was coming to scold you for interrupting. You planned to avoid him the next day. 

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When your chambermaid entered the next morning you were already dressed and out of bed. You barely acknowledged her when she said good morning. She set your tea and breakfast on the table and picked up the tools she needed to style your hair. “That’ll be all Hanna.” You had never been so short with her before. She thought it best to apologize for last night. 

“My lady, I want to say I’m sorry for my behavior. It was not appropriate. It will not happen again.” She looked genuinely sorry but you were still fuming. 

“Hanna, how you spend your free time is not of my concern. However, I do expect a certain level of decorum. Anyone else would have relieved you of your duties. If you prefer to….handle Prince Loki, I’ll allow it. If you wish to continue your time with me I will never know of your escapades again. Am I clear?” 

Her lip quivered, “Yes, ma’am.” She lowered her head and made haste out of your room. Hanna passed Fandral walking through the hallway. “My lord.” Her voice shook. 

He chuckled to himself recalling Loki’s story at the stables this morning of how he was discovered. When you came striding out nose high in the air, Fandral couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “Did you make poor Hanna cry, my lady?”

“I’m sure I do not know what you mean, my lord. Good day.” Your pace quickened towards the library. 

He grabbed your arm, turning you on your heels. “As vicious as she is beautiful. Come now. You mustn’t blame poor Hanna when the one you’re really angry with is Loki.” 

“I’m not angry with anyone. Why would I have any reason to be angry? I don’t own Loki. We’re not betrothed. He does as he wishes.” 

His eyes softened, “Because you’re in love with him. Everyone sees it. The way you moon over him is adorable.” 

You square your shoulders and step out of his grasp, “My feelings, sir, are my business. I am sure you have far more important things to attend to this morning. Now if I may take my leave.” 

He held his hands up in surrender as you stomped away. “For what it’s worth I think he is mad to ignore a fine creature such as yourself. Any man would be blessed by the gods to be yours.”

“And I suppose you know such a man?” You were speaking in jest but genuinely wished he would make a move. All of Thor and Loki’s friends were nice enough to you but Fandral relentlessly flirted with you. It always drove Loki crazy that the blonde was so brazen which amused Fandral endlessly. At first the flirting was just to get under Loki’s skin but, as you blossomed a little more, he found himself getting a little flustered in your presence. You enjoyed the attention especially from him. 

“Dare I dream that man could be me?” 

“There’s no harm in dreaming.” You winked at him and hurried away to the library leaving behind a very hopeful gentleman. 

Surely everyone doesn’t know how you feel. To think you were that obvious. The library was mercifully empty at this time of morning. The words blurred on the page through the angry tears that were trying to escape. It was impossible to focus. 

If Fandral knew about this incident then they must talk about you often. Norns! Did they laugh about you? You must seem so puerile that it is hard to take you seriously as their peer, much less a woman with whom any man would want a romance. 

It occurred to you that you had never dared to ask about attending parties because Loki made you think your father would hang him for taking you. You knew better. You were an adult. It wasn’t as though your parents locked you away in a dark tower. Loki wanted to keep you tucked away for himself. You were his little treasure. It was about damn time you stepped out on your own and out of his shadow. Tonight you would feast and dance and drink like the lot of them. Loki be damned. 

You went back toward the armory where Fandral would be. He set your thoughts in motion. He could at least help you prepare for this evening. Everyone would expect you to be awkward never once leaving Loki’s side. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. At least you knew you had an ally in Fandral. 

He spotted you with an arrogant twinkle in his eye, “Have you come to put me in my place again?” 

“No,” your fingers knotted together, “I am coming to the feast tonight and I don’t know how to dance. Will you teach me?” He would have laughed had you not been so embarrassed. 

“I would be honored.” He held out his hand and bowed. You took it with great trepidation but you relaxed under his gaze. He was warm and tender and, most importantly, patient. There was no music so he hummed to keep time. Once you were confident enough you halted your practice. 

“Am I horrible? Be honest.” Your forehead glistened with sweat that you dabbed away with your sleeve. 

“You are a quick study. Very light on your feet. Should you feel nervous this evening, I shall be elated to sweep you around the dance floor.” You bowed to each other once more and did not immediately drop hands. For a fleeting second, you stared into each other’s eyes. His gentleness is what reeled you in to this moment. This moment where you no longer cared about Loki and hidden feelings. They no longer served you. Not when you were staring into the kind eyes of this golden boy. 

His hand fell to the small of your back and just when your lips were about to touch, Loki and Thor bounded into the room. You giggled nervously and murmured something unintelligible as you ran from the room. 

Fandral pretended as though nothing was amiss though the tension was palpable. The god circled him, sizing him up poised for action. “What exactly was lady Y/n doing here?” 

Fandral squared his shoulders, “She asked me to teach her to dance. She didn’t want to embarrass herself at the feast this evening.” 

A million things ran through Loki’s head all of which were ways to keep you away. He didn’t want you to see him with another woman. Before last night, you had never seen him with anyone else. He was so careful to keep you separated from the drunken embarrassment everyone painted him to be. With you he did not have to keep up appearances. He closed the space between himself and Fandral speaking in a low toneless voice, “If I ever catch you with your hands on her again, you will beg for death. Am I clear?” 

Fandral inched closer so they were nearly touching. He felt compelled to defend your honor. “She doesn’t belong to you.” Loki seethed with anger. The thought of you with a man made him sick. “You are either blind or unbelievably cruel to ignore her feelings. I should think it’s the latter.” 

It wasn’t as though he never thought of bedding you. You had blossomed into a beautiful woman right before his very eyes. He would be foolish not to think of you that way. Loki thought himself incapable of loving anyone. To think of treating you as he treated others made him sick. Furthermore, if he gave in to your feelings, he was scared you would want more from him. More than he was able to give. He always thought the Norns made you for him. The other half of his soul. His most treasured gift. You were his. And, because you love him so completely, you would remain a constant in his life. It seemed you grew tired of him keeping you for himself and now you were moving on. He could not bear the thought of you belonging to someone else. If physical intimacy was what you needed to keep you, he would give it to you. 

He barged into your room only to find Hanna setting out your night clothes. “Prince Loki. My lady has gone for the evening.” She moved to touch him, looking at him through her lashes poised to pleasure him when he caught her wrist. Her face fell, “My apologies. I thought…” 

“Do you know where she went?” His voice was deadly cold. 

“The banquet hall.” She stuttered. He flew out of your chambers to the hall to find you. He fully expected you to be huddled in the corner but you were doing the exact opposite. In a blush colored frock split down to your navel, you laughed and drank with the rest of the crew. You did not even bother to look up when he cleared his throat to announce himself. Fandral straightened his spine making eye contact with him and flashed a debonair smile his way. 

The musicians began playing a spirited tune perfect for showing off your new moves. “My lord?” You held out your hand to the blonde who accepted with a laugh. Loki glared at the two of you, fire snapping in his gaze. You were not nervous or timid but confident and, dare he think it, graceful. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got, my lady.” As Fandral whisked you round the floor, the rest of the group was silent. If looks could kill, the two of you would be corpses. Just as practiced, the two of you bounced and swished through the song smiling and giggling the whole time. Before you could catch your breath the music slowed and, instead of sitting down, he pulled you close. “It’s just a simple box step. Follow my lead. 1..2..3….1..2..3…” You rested your head on his shoulder allowing him to touch you. The tension you felt earlier was mounting again, knotting in your belly. He felt it too. You gazed up at him, wet your lips and let your eyes flutter closed. If he kissed you in front of Loki, he would be dead before he knew what hit him. The song ended and he bowed. The look on your face made his heart lurch. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Your voice was small and hurt. He knew nothing at this moment other than he never wanted to cause you pain again. 

“No, my darling. You were wonderful. We cannot do this here. Too many judging eyes.” You followed his glances to see Loki seething at one table and Elanora (Fandral’a former lover) pouting at another. “I want nothing more than to kiss you until you are void of breath. We just have to be smart. We’ll stay for a little while longer then slip out when they’re all good and drunk.” You nodded and headed back to the table. 

Waiting for the perfect moment was tricky. Loki didn’t seem to be drinking as heartily as usual and he had no women to entertain. He watched you share stolen glances and secret touches with Fandral the whole night. Everyone did. Even Volstagg who was usually blissfully unaware of anyone but himself. He leaned in to speak in his friend’s ear. “I hope you know what you are doing, my friend. You know Loki’s pet is off limits.” 

Fandral tamped down his anger with another swallow of his drink, “Lady Y/N is no one’s pet. She does as she chooses and tonight, she has finally chosen me. Loki can find another plaything.” 

With a hearty laugh Volstagg slapped his brother on the back, “You finally wore her down I see.” The entire table turned to look at him. Fandral coughed and shot you an apologetic look. If your plan was to make Loki die of jealousy it was working. He would have Fandral banished for this. 

After several more rounds you grew tired of waiting and took your leave. You offered a quick and quiet good evening, careful to catch Fandral’s eye. He nodded as Thor helped you out of the crowd. Loki was nowhere to be seen

The plan was to go back to your room where Fandral would meet you. No sooner did you make it out of the door did you feel Loki’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You jumped at his touch but he didn’t relent. 

“I’ll walk you back.”

“I am sure I can manage.” 

“You’ve been avoiding me. Why?” You tried to look past him praying Fandral stayed put. “Kjære, answer me.” 

“I am embarrassed. I have always known of your proclivities but to see you with another woman caused me more pain than I can stand.” Fandral slipped out of the door and to your room undetected. You let out the breath you were holding once he was out of view. 

“Why haven’t you said anything? Why haven’t you told me how you feel?” His breath tickled your forehead. He kissed you so tenderly that you nearly forgot what you were doing. On any other night, you would play right into Loki’s hands. He would give you just enough to keep you hanging on. Not tonight. Tonight you would not have to wish for love. It was already waiting for you. 

“What would have changed? You have no feelings for me. You said as much in the library. You don’t love me the way I deserve.” 

“I do not wish to ruin us. You are far too precious to me. But, if fucking you into oblivion would make you happy, I will endeavor to do just that.” He kissed you on your cheek then hovered in front of your lips where you stopped him. 

“Will you be any more in love with me afterwards?” He had no answer because he honestly did not know. With that, you gently removed his hands from your waist and walked away without looking back. For the first time in years, Loki went to bed alone lost in thought. 

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Fandral paced the length of your room until he heard your soft footfalls. This was madness. He was explicitly forbidden from touching you. Loki will see him hanged for this. Then again, when has he ever done anything someone told him to do? He genuinely enjoyed your company. And, if you’ll allow him, he will worship every inch of you. 

Your cheeks were rosy and your breast heaved from running. “I thought he would never let me go.” Fandral’s hands were finally on you and you could barely catch your breath. He kissed his way up the column of your neck savoring the sweet sting of alcohol still lingering on your breath. You felt more aroused in this moment than you had in your entire life. You whimpered as he sucked at your pulse. 

“What do you want? Tell me and I will make it so.” His breath was hot against your skin. You could not begin to answer the question. Your knowledge of sex was limited to say the least. 

“I’ll follow your lead, my lord.” He removed his tunic and freed his swollen member. You reached out to touch it, making him hiss. Holding your hand he guided yours up and down his shaft making sure to gather as much of his leaking seed as lubricant. 

“Yes, my darling. You are doing so well.” The more he moaned the faster you went relishing the power this held. He stopped you when it became too much. His hands made quick work of unclasping the back of your dress freeing your breasts where he buried his face. His hands roamed and explored your body touching every soft curve. You were panting with need 

“Please…oh my…” Through your silken splendor his fingers worked up a rhythm that had you pleading for relief. He slipped off your dress the rest of the way and led you to your bed, never breaking contact. A low wail left your lips as the knot in your belly broke. You could have stopped right there but he was hardly finished. 

“Is this your first time?” He asked in between kisses. You nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head quickly “no”. He chuckled at your admission. “I am going to go slow. If it’s too much…” 

“Fuck me.” You whispered in his ear. That’s all he needed. He eased into your soaked core feeling every velvety inch of you. You both groaned at the sensation. It wasn’t long before your pleasure built. His hand slotted between your bodies working your clit bringing you both to your end. He pulled out quickly keeping his pace on the tiny little button as he released in hot spurts over your tummy and breasts while you whined and mewled through your own release in his hand. 

He collapsed onto the bed and kissed you so deeply that it truly felt as though he had stolen your breath. Fandral kept his promises. 

Your limbs felt heavy and your eyelids started to droop. “It’s almost dawn. I wish I could lie in your arms forever but I should go before we’re caught.” He dressed enough to slip through the halls. 

“Thank you for tonight.” You smiled lazily at him as you burrowed under your blankets. 

“I assure you, my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He kissed you once more, “Until we meet again.” 

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All night Loki laid awake mulling  over your brief but painful conversation. He couldn’t think of you as a sexual being. That’s the only way he could stop himself from doing something that would ruin your relationship. That’s not to say he didn’t notice when you started taking on a more feminine shape. He definitely let his gaze linger over the swell of your breasts on more than one occasion. But his jealousy began to gnaw at him. 

He let his mind wander thinking about what you might be doing. Was he gentle with you? Would he take his time? Would you melt in his arms like you did on the dance floor? He tried to force himself to sleep. To push the thoughts out of his head. He would drive himself mad if he didn’t stop thinking of you. Finally his body was too exhausted to stay awake. He dreamt of you in the throes of passion but it was he who made you cry out. It was as if his brain was issuing a challenge. Now you were the only person who would occupy his thoughts. He had to have you to satisfy his curiosity. 

The next morning Loki set out to find you but not before seeking out Elanora first. She was enjoying breakfast with her friends when he tracked her down. “Girls! You all look ravishing this morning.  Had a good time last night?” He could sense Eleanora's ire as soon as he mentioned the feast.

“Not as much fun as Lady Y/N and Fandral had. He was seen sneaking out of her room this morning.” She huffed when Loki laughed. 

“Oh my. Wasn’t he your intended?” Loki knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Was and is, your Highness. We have been betrothed since birth.” 

“Then what, pray tell, was he doing in her chambers I wonder? It would be a shame if Fandral was to be reminded of his obligations.” With that he was up from the table to let the seeds he planted blossom into a full blown scandal. He could not have been more pleased with himself. 

You were in with your mother and Frigga working on a spell. “Good morning, ladies.” He beamed until he saw your face. You were positively glowing. The nerve of you. 

“Good morning, dear. Come see what y/n has concocted. She’s perfected Astrid’s healing elixir. It will treat your wounds twice as fast.” Frigga flashed a knowing smile at you and Astrid. “I suspect this has something to do with her new dance partner. This will ensure he always comes back safely” Your face snapped into abject terror when she mentioned Fandral. Your eyes were fixed on Loki who was smiling which could never be a good omen.

“Allmother, my apologies but Fandral and I are only friends.” 

“No need to be coy, girl. Tell us. How was it?” 

You dared not look up from your workspace. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you. “How was what?” 

“I’ve heard that Fandral is an excellent dancer.” Your mother chimed in. She and Frigga giggled like school girls. You were mortified. 

“He is quite graceful with his sword.” They laughed harder and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You closed your eyes trying to drown them out. The sound of glass breaking broke you out of your trance. When you turned around Loki was staring at his hand that was dripping with fresh blood. 

“How ever did that happen?“ Frigga grabbed a cloth to put pressure on his wound. In the commotion you slipped out and vanished yourself so you could make it to the library without notice. You hid deep in the stacks praying Loki would not follow but, alas, your prayers fell on deaf ears. 

“Your elixir worked.” He held up his hand showing only a trace of a pink scar on his palm. 

“So it did. But then I never doubted myself.” 

He sat behind you in the large tufted chair as he had done so many times. This time felt different. His movements were predatory. You tried to scoot away but he snaked an arm around your waist and drew you closer. He pressed his nose in your hair and inhaled. “You smell different.” 

“How do I smell?” You tried to sound more confident than you felt. 

“You smell like sex. Like your body and his body. Like sweat and sæd.” He ran his nose down the length of your neck, “I can smell him everywhere.” It was odd that any traces were left as you scrubbed yourself clean only this morning. 

“Why do you care?” He went completely still but didn’t move away from you, allowing his lips to brush against your skin. He stayed quiet for far too long. “Honestly, Loki. Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be happy that I’ve found someone? That I’ll no longer be pining after you?” 

“I rather enjoy your pining.” His truthfulness was welcomed but made you no less angry. “I am jealous that another man is the cause of your happiness.” He planted soft kisses on the junction between your neck and shoulder. One hand splayed over your tummy while the other hiked up your dress. Was this happening? You’ve wanted this for so long but now it seems wrong. 

“What are you doing?” you breathed. The air chilled your exposed cunt. He kneaded your thighs still kissing his way down to your collarbone. 

“I’m making you happy.” One finger grazed your swollen lips. “This is what you want isn’t it? What you’ve dreamed of leaving you needy and aching wishing I would take you. I’m claiming what’s mine now, pet.”

Your chest heaved, “Loki, stop. Fandral and I…” he slapped your cunt hard making you yelp. 

“Do not mention him again. You belong to me.” You were now beyond angry. You conjured as much seiðr as possible, pushing his hands away and pinning them at his sides. In one fluid motion you flung yourself from the chair. Your magic crept up his body and tightened like a noose around his neck. 

“How dare you lay some ridiculous claim on me? Despite what his highness believes, I was not placed in this realm solely for your amusement.” 

You loosened your grip, fixed your dress and started to leave, “Where are you going? Wait! I’m so sorry, kjære. Please.” You froze.  His voice was desperate. He could have apologized. He could have thrown himself at your feet begging for mercy. But that wouldn’t be Loki at all. “This is your fault, you know. If you had done as you were told in the first place you would have never seen me thus never ending up with Fandral in your bed.” 

Your eyes glowed a deep amber as if flames licked your pupils. With all your seiðr you toppled a huge shelf just behind him. “Next time I won’t miss.” 

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Loki was shaken. This is precisely why he avoided anything further with you. He’s mucked everything up royally. For days he tried to apologize. He sent you gifts which you sent back. He tried sitting with you in the library but, as soon as he would sit down, you would leave. He resorted to the last thing he could think of. When you were barely teenagers, any time the two of you were in trouble (which was often) you would magically send each other letters. If he played it right, this may work. He poured his heart onto the paper. He begged you to forgive him. Promised he would never stand in the way of your happiness again. He spritzed the paper with spices and sent the letter whooshing away to your room. Later when he retired for the evening, he was pleased to see an envelope on his doorstep. He rushed inside to read it only to see his own handwriting staring back at him. Before he could fully open it, the whole thing went up in flames. 

The worst part about this whole debacle was that you and Fandral no longer hid your relationship. You were the picture perfect couple in court. Fandral was often seen schmoozing with your father. And, according to all of Loki’s spies, the two of you made love on anything that was standing still. It was frankly obscene. It seemed you were not far off from receiving a marriage proposal.The thought of you belonging to someone else was maddening though he supposed he could live with it so long as your relationship went back to normal. He was determined to smooth this whole thing over if you would only speak to him.

 Perhaps a little distance would be good for clearing your head. In the morning he and his brethren would leave for battle. Usually you would be latched on to him begging for his safe return. Tonight he supposed you were with Fandral. If he could get through the next several days without disemboweling the man, he could survive the rest of eternity watching you love someone else. 

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The feast tonight was expected to be especially raucous. Thor, The Warriors Three, Lady Sif and Loki were returning from another realm. They were sent by Odin himself. It was a harrowing battle but all involved parties returned virtually unharmed. You were on edge for days waiting for your love to fall into your arms. Some of the ladies of the court met them at the end of the Bifrost bridge to present them with flowers and to usher them into their awaiting banquet. You waited on the edge of the crowd in your prettiest gown adorned with teardrop shaped jewels. Everyone just knew this was the night Fandral would ask for your hand. 

When they approached the crowd, Fandral was the only one not smiling. You tried to meet his eyes but he only looked away. After the Allfather’s speech the group dispersed seeking out their families. You waited for him to come to you but he stopped just short walking right into the waiting arms of Eleanora. Your heart shattered. Your mother and Frigga saw the exchange and ushered you into Frigga’s gardens away from the crowd. As soon as you were out of sight you collapsed into your mother’s lap. They tried to comfort you to no avail. Your mother walked you back to your room where Fandral was waiting. 

“Should I stay?” your mother whispered. 

“I’ll be fine, mother. “ she kissed your cheek and left the two of you alone. 

“I owe you an explanation.” His eyes were rimmed red as if he had either been crying or drinking. Maybe both by the looks of him. “While we were away, a deal was made. Nora’s father and my father are old friends. Served in the same battalion. I received word a day or so after we left. I did not have the heart to tell you in a letter.” Without warning you slapped him. He held his cheek dampened by fresh tears. 

“Please leave.” You turned away from him staring into the fireplace. He didn’t budge. 

“I know you’ll never forgive me. Please know this was not my doing. I want you and only you for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/n. Look at me.” He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into your belly. “Please don’t hate me.” You carded your hands through his hair, shushing him quietly. 

You had no tears left only blind rage. You knew Loki was behind this. Once Fandral left you cleaned yourself up and intended to walk into the great hall with dignity and grace. However when you saw Lok smirking at you, all of that went out the window. You lunged at him wielding a small blade aimed for his throat. “I know it was you! I know you did this!” Thor was on his feet to wrestle you away from Loki. You were much stronger than you looked. 

“Have you gone mad?!” Loki shouted. 

“Calm down, little sister.” Thor held you tight to his chest while Loki rid you of your knife. Rivulets of crimson ran down Loki’s cheek where the tip of your blade caught him. They dragged you outside despite your thrashing. You placed your hand on Thor’s arm, heating it with your seiðr to force him to let you go. “Y/n, stop!” he shouted. 

“I’m stopping.” he grabbed for you again, “I’m stopping!“ The adrenaline left your body making your knees weak. Loki caught you and brought you down gently rocking you in his lap. Thor went back into the hall to fetch you some water.  The whole crowd turned their heads to see if more drama would unfold. Fandral was on his feet ready to go after you but Elanora stopped him. The poor fellow looked like he had seen a ghost. His bride, looking quite satisfied with herself, whispered to Thor, “Tell Loki I am forever in his debt.” He had to hold it together. In your state you may actually kill his brother if you were certain of the truth.  

The brothers helped you to your room staying behind until you fell asleep. Loki quietly closed your door and retired in the drawing room with Thor. 

“Some night.” Loki chuckled as he poured himself a drink. 

“Why is Elanora forever in your debt?” The fire kept his face aglow allowing Loki to see how furious Thor was. “Tell me she was just trying to get under my skin, brother. Tell me you didn’t gut the one person in this realm you can still call a friend.” 

“It was for her own good.” Thor was out of the chair pinning Loki to a wall. 

“How can breaking her heart possibly be for her own good, you selfish little prick? You don’t even want her, Loki. You just can’t stand your prize in the arms of another. Well congratulations, brother. I hope you are satisfied.” In the tussle they didn’t hear you creep out of your bedroom. 

“Well, are you? Are you satisfied?“ Thor took one look at the embers glowing in your eyes and thought it best to get out of your way. “Good night, Thor.” 

“You deserve everything you get, brother.” He patted you on the back and left. 

“Answer me, Loki. Are you satisfied with yourself?” You retain your nerve as he backs slowly away from you. You are beyond apologies and forgiveness. You want pain. All of the pain that you feel right now doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to the hurt little boy who is standing in front of you. You did nothing to deserve his wrath other than love him, follow him around like a puppy and, when he told you he didn’t want you, you moved on. His selfishness knows no bounds. 

“I had no idea, when I put things in motion, that you and Fandral would fall in love. When you went back to your room the night of your first feast I was hurt. I...I….I was angry. You rejected me. The next morning before I went to the garden, I saw Eleanora. I only planted the seed. She ran with the idea. But I didn’t know she had spoken to her father before we left. I thought she would just go to Fandral herself.” He walked towards you trying to make some kind of contact. Something to know that you were still with him. You would not allow him to touch you. 

“But we did fall in love. We were happy. How could you?” The tears came again but this time for you and Loki. The two of you were inseparable and now you were unsure if you could ever forgive him. 

“Please, Kjære. I’ll make this right. I’ll fix it. I have no purpose without you. You are my other half. My twin. Please.” He held you and you had no more fight inside of your body to stop him. The two of you sobbed clutching each other for several moments until your resolve grew and you were able to speak again. 

“You have to leave, Loki.” 

“No. Not until you forgive me.” The air was still. Silent save for a few sniffles. 

You remove yourself from his grasp and walk back towards your bedroom. “I’ll never forgive you.” 

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Over the next several months you were a ghost to most of the palace. Your work was the only thing you cared about besides growing your seiðr. You intended to be the most powerful witch in this realm next to Frigga. 

Eleanora and Fandral’s wedding was happening soon. There were many parties and festivities surrounding the day. Of course, because of your parents, your family was invited to every event. Odin pardoned your father from attending for your honor. To avoid scandal, they went anyway. Any time they were announced, Fandral would perk up hoping to hear your name with theirs. You would never show your face. 

He dreamed of running away with you. To travel to a far off realm where you wouldn’t be found and live a simple happy life surrounded by children. They were only dreams. The only certainty he had was that one day he would be sent to battle and may not return. The sweet release of death sounded much better than having to see your face. No matter how much you tried to hide from him, your paths seemed to cross. It was torturous. Out of sheer desperation he went to Loki to ask for his help. 

“Use your magic. Please. Make me forget that I’m in love with her. You owe me this. You are the cause of our agony.” His grief was overwhelming. 

“I cannot make it go away but I can dull the ache. It will help you to move on.” Loki placed his hands on either side of Fandral’s face and whispered an incantation. He felt lighter and, for the first time, free. You were still in his thoughts but they hurt far less. 

The next time you saw each other, Fandral smiled and waved as if you had never been together. Your heart felt like it was plunged into ice water. That night you sat on your balcony listening to the whole court cheer as the happy couple sealed their union with a kiss. At that moment, you declared your mourning period over. The next morning you asked your father and mother to find you a suitable arrangement hopefully with a husband from another realm. 

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When choosing a suitable husband for his daughter, Kasper’s list of requirements were short yet non-negotiable. He must come from a family steeped in military tradition. He must be educated, not brutish. And, above all else, he must be respectful to women. After all, you were his only daughter. If your husband was a scoundrel, he most certainly would continue his lewd behavior even after you spoke your vows. He would not see his little girl embarrassed by some bumbling idiot who didn’t know his cock from his sword. Your only requirement was that your marriage would take you far away from Asgard. Given your magical background, Vanaheim and Alfheim were the two most likely realms to find you a husband. 

Your parents alerted the matchmaker who went straight to work. The only daughter of a decorated general would be quite a prize. The matchmaker had no problem finding suitors. The problem came when she added that the couple would not be living in Asgard nor would he serve in Odin’s forces. That was until Prince Geralt Rivia Ivarson of Vanaheim entered the race. He was the youngest child of King Ivar and Queen Malin and their only son. His five older sisters had all but married off. He was the only one to carry the line of succession. He was well known to your father as he fought by his side many times. Because he was Ivar’s only son, his place was in Vanaheim. For that reason alone, he was perfect in your eyes. Truly, though, the decision to marry would be up to your parents. 

You had been preparing for your betrothed all week. Vanaheim was a little bit rougher than Asgard but not without its traditions so you had to mind your manners especially with his mother. You heard from several other potential brides that Queen Malin was exceedingly protective of her son so you had to be prepared to be charming yet demure. Your corset was laced tight yet modest up top. You wore subdued earthy tones and had your hair done in traditional Vanaheim style with ornate braiding. Prince Geralt  was your one shot at getting out of Asgard. You would not blow it. 

Since you were entertaining the royal family of Vanaheim, the royal family of Asgard was required to be present. All of them, unfortunately. When you entered the Grande Hall they all gasped at your appearance. “Do I look hideous?” You were already feeling self conscious. The looks on their faces made you feel worse. 

“No, elskan. You look stunning.” Your father had tears in his eyes. 

Loki stared at you silently begging you to look at him. In the past, you would have wanted him at your side offering his support. You could not rely on him anymore. That hurt him to his core. 

You took your place by your parent’s side to greet your new potential family. When they entered, you were taken aback at the sight of your future husband. He was tall and handsome with silver hair and eyes so pale amber that they nearly glowed . He was striking and overtly masculine. You bowed to his mother and father and then, when you turned to him, he bowed to you. Unheard of for someone of no royal birth. 

“My lady, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His deep voice sent shivers up your spine. Yes, he would do nicely. 

“I am pleased to meet you, your highness. How was your journey?“ 

“Mercifully short thanks in part to the Bifrost. Absolutely marvelous way to travel.” He held your hand throughout the entire exchange and didn’t even let go when he greeted Thor and Loki. His thumb slowly circled your palm as he spoke with the princes paying no attention to Loki’s clipped tone. You, on the other hand, smiled sweetly at Geralt when he spoke stealing glances at Loki. He held his head high though you felt the profound sadness emanating from him. 

During lunch you were charming as ever. Queen Malin smiled several times and even genuinely laughed at a story you told about your childhood. She even suggested that the two of you tour Frigga’s gardens to have a chance to speak privately. Thor went along as a chaperone at your father’s request. 

“Right. You two have fun. I over indulged last night so I’m going to fuck off this way. Wake me in an hour would you, sis?” 

“Thor? Wait.” You muddled some herbs with a mortar and pestle, poured them into a tea strainer over a large glass and filled it with water. “Drink this. When you wake up, you will feel good as new.” He winced at the first sip of liquid but gulped it down feeling slightly better already. 

“I hear you are a very accomplished healer.” Geralt marveled at how quickly your hands worked and your fast knowledge of medicinal herbs.

“It is a tradition passed down through all the women of my family.” 

He closed the space between the two of you, “Then I shall plant you the most beautiful garden in all the realm. Would you like that?” His knuckles grazed your cheek which suddenly felt too hot. 

“I should like that very much. You act as though we are already engaged, your highness.” You kept your eyes down out of respect. With a large finger hooked under your chin he lifted your face to look at his. 

“It is already arranged, my dear. We are to be married in a small ceremony on Asgard before we make our journey back to Vanaheim. Once the preparations are finished for your coronation, you will be crowned princess.” Your brows furrowed. You had not been informed of this plan. When he saw the look on your face he had a small panic, “By the looks of you, you were unaware. I offer my sincerest apologies. If you require more time….” 

You snapped yourself out of your mood and smiled at him once more, “Nonsense. It is how things are done is it not? We should make our way back. There is much to do.” 

He stepped back giving you a respectable amount of space. “You must think me so arrogant. I came here to meet you and I am treating you as if you were already mine. Our vows to each other are sacred to me. I do not take them lightly. And, while we have not yet fallen in love, I trust that we will given some time.” 

Though the Prince was a stranger to you, your heart warmed at his earnestness. Perhaps he was looking for love just as much as a partnership between realms. You would give your heart to him today and hope against hope he does not take it for granted. You fear it cannot take much more.  

With your hand in his you followed your well rested chaperone back to the hall to oversee preparations. Your parents looked thrilled when they saw their children smiling. They swept you away speaking of grand plans and perfect partnerships while Loki looked on regretting everything. “So it’s today then?” He asked Thor quietly. 

Normally this would be the perfect time for Thor to lecture him but he looked so heartbroken that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he wrapped him in a bear hug and held him against his will. “I don’t want your pity.” Loki said as he struggled. 

“I don’t pity you, little brother. I am truly sorry you couldn’t mend things.” In the morning you would leave Asgard likely never to return. He would not let you go still hating him. He could not. He had to find you. He loved you too much to leave things this way. 

He stood in front of your door wringing his hands. No doubt your chambers were bustling with dress makers and handmaidens arranging your trousseau. He paced back and forth talking to himself piecing together what he should say. “Oh fucks sake, man, just go in.” He said to himself. His body wouldn’t move. He had broken your heart so thoroughly he didn’t think it possible to snake his way back into your good graces. 

It was just you. His kjære. The love of his life. How could he possibly be….afraid? Well that was the first time he admitted it to himself. You are the only person (besides his mother) who has put up with his nonsense and loved him in spite of his dastardly ways. You were in love with him and he was in love with you too. He would tell you. He had to tell you right now before you went to Vanaheim and he never saw you again. He plucked up the courage to open that door and was greeted with your warm sunshine smile that melted his heart. You had never looked more beautiful than you had in your bridal gown preparing to marry a complete stranger. 

“Ladies, may I have a moment?” 

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Everyone, including the mothers, scattered from the room. Frigga patted his shoulder on the way out. “My Prince! How do I look? Please do not laugh. I trust your opinion.” He was shocked at your warmth. It was like his misdeeds were all but forgotten. He took a timid step towards you too afraid to trust his own ears. 

“Devastatingly beautiful, kjære. Or should I say prinsesse? I can’t believe you’re leaving us.” 

You took note of the look on his face and made very sure not to sound so excited. The fact was you were floating on cloud nine at the moment. Not even Loki could ruin this for you. 

“I cannot stay locked in the library forever.” You took his hands, “I thought you would marry first. Thought I would be following behind you for eternity.” 

“I should like you better at my side than on my heel. I have to say something, Y/N. This is not easy for me so, if you’ll indulge me, I would like to say it.” His heart was beating so fast he thought he might expire right there. 

His feelings were overwhelming you. This had to be something huge or else he wouldn’t have such a hard time spitting out the words. “Norns, Loki. Out with it. You’re acting as though you’re in love with me.” His eyes widened and he jerked his gaze up from the floor. “No. That’s exactly what you want to say isn’t it? Why do you always seek to ruin my happiness? I have loved exactly two men in my whole life, Loki and because of you, I have shattered twice. And now, on my wedding day, you come to tell me you’ve loved me this whole time? How can you?” 

You paced around the room ranting at him. He tried to speak but you would not allow it. Finally, he was so fed up with your rambling that he grabbed you and kissed you. You pushed him away pounding on his chest to release you but he held you too tightly. When he let you go your head was swimming and your dress suddenly felt like it was strangling you. “If you would just let me…..” he tried to say but your open hand meeting his cheek derailed him. And when you smashed your lips into him you completely disarmed him. 

You kissed him like you had been wanting to do your whole life. His hands slipped down to your hips squeezing before resting them there. He thought you would push him away but, alas, you hadn’t. Testing the waters he allowed one hand to cup one round cheek of your behind causing you to moan softly in his mouth. The sound you made shot straight to his cock which was now uncomfortably hard. He pressed it against your hip to relieve some mounting pressure. When he felt your hand graze the front of his pants he knew he had to stop you. This was years of repressed feelings coming to the surface and he did not want his first time with you to be so rushed. 

“Wait wait. Are you certain?” You continued undoing his buckle. 

“Yes.” You were panting with need. “Yes, please, Loki. I want to.” You didn’t need to say another word. He lifted the many layers of your dress, pressed you against the wall and speared you. Something dark crossed his eyes that were now all pupil. He fucked into you like both your lives depended on him. 

The coil in your belly tightened ready to snap at any moment. “Oh, pet. I’ve wanted this for so long. Look at you taking me so well. Such a good girl.” That was all you needed to push you over the edge. Your cunt fluttered around him bringing you closer. Your eyes met his and you fell apart in his arms. He was not far behind filling you with every last drop of himself. 

“My stars I needed that!” you shouted as you smoothed your dress. “I feel much less nervous now. Thank you.” You walked back into your bathroom to make yourself look presentable. When you came back out Loki was standing in the same place looking quite confused. “When you go out can you send Hanna back in? She is going to braid my hair.” You were so casual after he poured his heart out to you. 

“Wait. You’re still going through with this?” 

“Of course.” You must have cast a spell on yourself. That had to be it. You used your seiðr to make you forget your feelings. 

“Kjære, forgive my confusion but I just confessed my feelings for you. Perhaps you would like to mull this over for a moment.” The way your back stiffened he thought you were angry with him. But you laughed. Laughed hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. 

“Oh spare me!” you screamed. “You are simply upset that you no longer have power over me. Our whole lives you’ve treated me less like your friend and more like your property. And now you think it wise to confess your true feelings as if I will run to your waiting arms? I don’t deserve this!” 

His heart turned to ash in his chest. “I have never said those words to anyone. They were always reserved for you.” 

“Then you should have said them to me long ago. Now if you’ll excuse me.” 

You dismissed him without a care. He stood mouth agape in the center of the room while everyone filtered back in. In all the excitement no one noticed. He looked at you longingly hoping for you to come to your senses but you were lost to him. 

Loki attended the ceremony begrudgingly to keep up appearances. A crowned prince missing the wedding ceremony of another realm’s heir to the throne would look like a slight. That was not drama that Loki could afford at the moment. He slipped out after your first dance. Tomorrow you will be gone. Though the pain was gut wrenching, he had no choice but to let you go. 

He watched from a darkened corridor when you and your new husband slipped into your chambers. With his seiðr he cloaked himself so that he may get closer to your door. His jealousy raged within him when he heard you giggling. Geralt’s deep voice coaxing you into your bed where he will undoubtedly fuck you without a care for your pleasure. He could not bear to hear any more. Like a beaten puppy he tucked his tail between his legs and skulked away. A cask of strong liquor and a few chamber maids should dull his pain. 

Contrary to Loki’s beliefs, Geralt was a perfect gentleman. He danced you around the floor of your bedroom humming a tune while you smiled up at him adoringly. “You are a beautiful dancer, my dear” he said with a sweet smile on his lips. 

“Why thank you, kind sir. You are very graceful yourself.” 

“I endeavor to please, my lady. Which brings me to our next activity.” 

Your laugh sounded like a bell. “And what, pray tell, is that, dear husband?” He pulled you closer to him and stilled your bodies. 

His breath smelled sweet with cake and liquor warm against your skin. “The one where I show you just how devoted a husband I am, prinsesse.” Without warning he scooped you up and carried you to bed. You moved to unfasten his pants when he gently removed your hands. “Slow down, my sweet dove. I intend to have you good and ready before you take me.” You wanted to say something I’ll-mannered but choked on your own tongue when you saw the impressive bulge in his pants. Upon further inspection, he was only half hard. You let out a tiny yelp which made him laugh deep in his chest. “I promise to be gentle, prinsesse. 

“Dear husband, I say this will all due respect, I do not require gentleness.” With that he was feral. Your wedding dress was ripped from you and thrown on the floor a shredded mess. His large hands slid up the length of your legs as he knelt in front of you. Your cunt was dripping which made his breath hitch in his chest. Two fingers spread your slick around your lips barely skating over your clit. You moaned and arched your back trying to get more pressure. He continued his torturous ministrations until you were begging him, “Please, Geralt. Please touch me.” 

“I am touching you, dove. Shall I do it harder?”

“Oh…yes, please.” He obliged, slipping in two fingers while his thumb pressed down on your clit. You could barely contain yourself. The coil in your belly was going to snap at any moment. When you thought you might burst, he bent down and kissed you so deeply that it pushed you over the edge. He swallowed your moans savoring each whimper and cry. “Please, fuck me. I need you.” 

“My my, prinsesse. Such a filthy mouth. I don’t think you’re ready yet. Besides, I have not yet been properly acquainted with my sweet girl.” He gave you a quick peck and then settled himself between your legs. He opened you as much as he could and gave your pussy the same deep kiss that he did your mouth. One arm draped over your stomach holding you in place while the other hand massaged your thigh. His shoulders prevented your legs from snapping shut as you came over and over again. “Mine” he growled as you soaked his face. 

“Yours. All yours” you moaned. 

Pride swelled in his chest watching you fall apart for him. “I think you are ready for me.” You barely responded. “Don’t fall asleep on me now. We’ve only just begun.” He eased in letting you stretch around his girth. “So tight. Norns you feel amazing.” He moved slowly at first but you pressed your heels into his ass cheeks urging him to go harder. Deeper. He was too much and not enough all at once. You could feel him everywhere. You moaned nonsensically, your eyes screwed shut with pleasure. “Look at me, wife. I need to see you.” Your eyes locked on his and, with one final snap of his hips the two of you let go. There was no bed, no more room. Just the two of you intrinsically linked together until death parts you. 

He would not allow you to move once you finally caught your breath. He ran a very hot bath and settled the two of you into the water. “I think you were right today, Geralt. I think we will fall in love.” 

He kissed your temple and continued soaping your breasts and stomach. His smile was warm and you could have sworn he had tears in his eyes. “My dear, Y/N, I look forward to hearing you say those words to me and I to you.” 

The next morning you woke in your husband’s arms listening to the soft crescendo of his breathing. Your joy could not usurp the grief you felt as you prepared for your departure. Geralt stirred gently caressing your arm. “Good morning, Dove. Did you sleep well?” 

“I did. And you?“ 

“Exceptionally well. We will depart soon. Shall I leave you to have privacy with your parents?” Your parents weren’t the ones who needed a private farewell. You needed to see Loki. You needed to apologize for how you left things. 

“Yes. Thank you.” Just then Hanna knocked on your door to help you dress. Sometime during the wedding your ladies packed away your life in preparation for your journey. She chose a simple gown for you in lush greens to honor the fertile lands of Vanaheim. Both of you sniffled a heartfelt goodbye before she left you for the last time. Both your parents joined you for breakfast. The conversation was light but there was tension in the air. After you ate, Geralt and the king and queen left you for a private moment. 

It was your father who broke first. “I know you will be well but I cannot help but to grieve. Say you will visit.” 

“Pappa, I will see you at my coronation in a few months. Please do not cry.” He embraced you and led you to your mother’s arms. You didn’t speak, only sobbed. A gentle knock on the door pulled you out of your state. It was Frigga and Thor coming to bid you farewell. 

“Little sister, I will see you soon. Be well.” 

“Same to you, you big oaf.” 

Frigga ached for your mother. She gave you a quick hug and then drew her dear friend in for comfort. “He’s waiting in the library.” She whispered. So to the library you went. 

Loki sat in your preferred chair staring into space. As you did on many prior occasions, you sat in front of his splayed legs. The weight of his grief was suffocating. “I am sorry for my behavior, my Prince. It was cruel of me to treat you the way I did. I do not wish to leave without that being said.” He did not speak for a long while. 

“I am only sorry that I did not see you sooner. I am an idiot.” 

“Of the highest order.” You both laughed, wiping away tears. 

“What shall I do without my twin? My life…my heart…my soul. How will I go on without you?” Words evaded you at that moment. All you could do was curl up in his lap and hold him as he cried. He turned his tear streaked face to you and kissed you as hard as he could. 

“For what it is worth, I love you too.” Those words were worth their weight in gold. He would hold them for the rest of his days. If no one else said them for the rest of time, he would still be loved. 

When you left Loki in the library you left behind no part of yourself. You couldn’t. There was no longer room for him or Asgard in your new life. Geralt and Vanaheim deserved every bit of you. Without thought you would give yourself to your husband and the realm that you would one day rule at his side. 

At the Bifrost bridge you took his hand, gave a final wave and entered Vanaheim never looking back at Asgard’s glittering spires. 

As you stepped off of the bridge you were greeted by members of the Royal Council and some guards to help carry your things. Vanaheim was stunning. It looked as though you wandered into an enchanted forest. It was lush and green with sprawling hills and flowers everywhere. The garden your new husband promised had to be spectacular if it was to be the most beautiful in all the realm. Geralt wrapped you in his warmth allowing you to take it all in. “Welcome home, Dove.”