Imagine sleeping with a stuffed animal every night, and Loki calls you childish with disdain, but one night you return to you chambers rather late and find him sleeping with your stuffed animal because it reminds him of you.
I need to see the pain in his eyes when I pull his hair back. And, oh those beautiful eyes. So expressive. He is so broken. And yet, somehow, whole.
“You.” He looks at me with a mixture of hatred and arousal as I enter his chambers.
“Me.” I smile. I know that I am the only one that can give him what he wants.
“How are you, pet?” I ask as I move towards him. His eyes track my every move. He angles his body towards mine. I give him the same perusal he affords me. I let a disappointed sigh escape me as I see he is still clothed.
“I gave you very specific instructions, Loki.”
“I am not your slave.”
I laugh and that laugh sounds derisive even to my own ears.
“No. You are my king.”
I reach him and raise my hands to touch him. He is cold and hard but oh so alive.
My hands reach his hair and his pupils dilate. I fist my hands in that dark mane and pull his head back. He gasps in pleasure as the multiple stings register. His throat is bare to me and with one hand I fist it. He is mine. He belongs to me. He shudders in pleasure as I lightly choke him.
“Make no mistake, Loki. I obey you when you order me around but behind these doors you do what I say.”
I pull his hair harder and he falls to his knees in front of me. He wants to touch me. I know because I see him holding himself back with effort.
“You are so beautiful.”
He opens his eyes and I see the same twisted need mirrored in them that makes me double over in jealousy every time I see someone else touch him.
“I saw you with Frey, today. You went into his room and didn’t come out for hours.”
“Jealousy. Tut, tut. You are a king, Loki. You should be used to sharing your lovers.”
He smirks up at me. He knows that he is the best lover I have ever had.
“Did he make you moan as I do, y/n? Did he pet you as I do? Tell me.”
I don’t answer for the longest time.
I tighten my grip on his throat and he shudders once more. A growl escapes him this time.
That’s all it takes. He bursts out of my hold.
“You forget who I am, insolent woman.”
“You are one of my many lovers, sweetie and if you can’t handle that….”
I turn to leave but he traps me in an elaborate illusion. His illusions, as always, are beautifully done. He pulls the chains tighter and my arms extend to the limit. He comes up behind me and kisses my shoulder softly. I shiver at the chill his breath sends over me. In that moment, I know, I just know that he has changed his skin.
“You are not in any position to make demands.”
He circles around to stand in front of me.
The word is breathy. I don’t lose control often but the sight of such beauty leaves me breathless.
“You are magnificent.”
He opens his eyes and they are bloodshot.
“Do not romanticize me, y/n. I know….”
“You are the most beautiful lover I have ever had, pet.”
“I see it in your eyes. You will try to change me.” He almost hisses at those words.
“Why would I?”
“I am not a hero, y/n. I will never be one. I know why you don’t tell your comrades about me. Everyone wants me for a lover but they inevitably mate a man like…..”
“I don’t want your brother, Loki. Blondes aren’t my type.”
He looks at me with shock. I like that I have caught him off guard.
Imagine- you are Prince Loki’s personal maid. As the few words exchanged between you gradually turn into a few sentences and then, an actual conversation, Loki begins to realize that he prefers your intelligent, refreshing company to the company of all the pretty palace ladies, and any of the princesses he had ever met.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Why is it that every time I try to work on my existing fics, I end up writing something completely different?
She hadn’t noticed it at first. She didn’t make a habit of socialising with most of the people she worked with, it wasn’t in her nature and they simply didn’t have that kind of relationship; and so she’d missed the looks she had begun to receive since she’d been given her current assignment, going about the workdays completely oblivious.
Loki, on the other hand, had definitely noticed; it contrasted so sharply with the looks they gave him as he trailed behind her, after all. Usually, he just smirked in return, maybe even waved, turning their glares even colder. The whole situation was terribly amusing, he thought.
Imagine being wounded on the battlefield and taken into Prince Loki’s arms, who thinks you’re unconscious and implores you not to die and confesses love for you, and then you reveal you were actually conscious the whole time.
Headcanon that Thor was a chubby baby who slept all night and took naps and ate a lot, and that baby Loki was always wiry and wailed every night, and that Frigga would hold him until he fell asleep but Odin would become quite irked.