Knight in Shining Armor (Loki Lafeyson x Female Reader)
(GIF NOT MINE, CREDIT GOES TO OWNER)
Words: 1546 (Holy shit??!)
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader (platonic), OMC (kinda??? Idk I just made his name up) x Reader
Warnings: Arranged Marriages, Angst, Fluff
Summary: (Y/N) and Loki have been friends since childhood. Now that they’re older, they’ve drifted apart, Loki being too busy to spend any time with her. She’s fallen for her, but like a true warrior, she pushes her feelings aside. That is until her father promises her hand in marriage to another man. Will she be forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know? Or will the love of her life save her from him?
A/N: WOW I suck at summaries! Anyway, this is just something I wrote up last night, not thinking too much of it. I was just in a Loki mood after seeing a couple gifsets on Tumblr. So here we are! I hope you enjoy and I hope there aren’t too many mistakes. This is only my second time writing for Loki and it takes place in Asgard so I hope I did the Asgardians justice. Also, I was too lazy to proofread this one. I hope you enjoy!
You look up from your book, startled. Your mother and father enter your chambers.
“Yes?” You reply.
“We have the most wonderful news!” Your mother declares.
You furrow your brows, closing your book and cocking your head to the side. “Oh?”
Your father smiles. “I have promised your hand in marriage to a very wealthy Asgardian warrior!”
Your eyes widen. “Wh-What?!”
“Yes! Lord Deinnson.”
You feel the blood rush out of your face.
No no no no no nO NO!!
You’re out of your chair in a flash.
“How dare you?! You make such rash decisions without my consent?! Without any consideration as to whether or not my heart already lies somewhere else?!” You yell.
You can see the rage building up in your father’s eyes. “Do not speak to me that way young lady!!” He shouts
You head for the door.
Do not walk away from me!“ He screams at you. "I know what’s best for you!”
You turn and look at your parents. “You do not know me at all.”
And then you’re rushing out the door. You head down the hall, down the stairs, and out towards your family’s stables.
You throw the bridle on your horse, and jump on him, preferring to ride bareback than worry yourself with a saddle.
You let him run as fast as his legs can carry you. You let your tears fall freely as you grip his mane, burying your face in it.
You finally arrive at the castle.
You jump off of the horse, and walk up to the heavily guarded entrance.
“Name?” A guard asks.
“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am a friend of Prince Loki Laufeyson.”
“Did he summon you?”
“You are not permitted here.”
Tears flood your eyes again. “P-Please I-”
“GO!!!” He yells, causing you to shrink.
You can only nod, as you walk back to where your horse is waiting.
You turn at the sound of Thor’s familiar voice.
“Thor…” You say, gratefully.
He furrows his brows when he sees your tear streaked cheeks.
“What ails you (Y/N)?” He asks in a gentle tone.
“Something I’d rather not discuss. But I need to see your brother. Please.”
He nods and turns to the guards. “See that her steed is put in the stables.” He says to one, who nods and leads your horse away.
“Why did you turn her away?” He practically growls at the guard who had given you a hard time.
His eyes widen. “I-I-I didn’t realize- My most sincere apologies Your Majesty.”
Thor huffs. “Don’t apologize to me.” He gestures to you.
The guard’s face reddens. “Of course. My most sincere apologies Lady (Y/N).” He bows, before opening the gates. “Right this way.”
You nod, and let him lead you into the palace.
You’re led up to his chambers.
The guard knocks, and you hear a familiar ‘Come in.’. The guard pokes his head in and tells Loki who you were. Then the guard opens the door wider and lets you in.
“Thank you, you are dismissed.” Loki says to him.
Once you two are alone, Loki allows himself to smile. It’d been too long since he last saw you.
But his smile falters when he sees the look in your eyes.
“What is it my darling flower?”
And then you can’t hold it in any longer. You let yourself cry.
He has his arms around you in an instant. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it wash over you.
“Shh, come my darling.” He murmurs, leading you over to a couch.
He holds you in his lap, rubbing your back soothingly until you calm down.
You take a deep breath.
“Loki… I am to be wed.”
His eyes widen, and his jaw clenches. You notice his grip on you tighten ever so slightly.
“To whom?” He says, his voice an eerie calm.
His grip tightens even more. That man was known for being a player. Using a woman for whatever he wanted, before throwing her out like an old rag.
He pushes you away from his body so that he can look at your face.
“And you do not wish to marry him?”
You shake your head.
He sighs in relief. “Hush now my sweet. You mustn’t worry yourself too much.”
You nod, burying your face in his chest again.
He leans back on the couch, still holding you. Your legs are stretched out, and he runs his slender fingers through your hair.
Once your breathing has deepened, he slowly stands, laying your sleeping form on the couch and covering you with a warm blanket.
“Sleep well my darling flower.” He murmurs, before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.
He changes into his royal attire, helmet and everything.
And then he’s on his way to your family’s home.
You blink your eyes open and look around.
You smile to yourself. He’s not there, but that’s okay. You slowly stand, and head for the door.
You find your way out of the palace, heading down to the stables where your horse is waiting.
You get on and head back home.
You try to kill as much time as possible, taking your time with putting the horse back in the stables. Once you’re done, you head inside.
You stop dead in your tracks when you see your parents, in the living area of your home, with… Loki?
“Loki?!” You ask in shock.
“(Y/N)!” Your mother reprimands you for not calling him by his title.
“That is alright Madam, your daughter and I have known each other long enough. Titles are not a necessity.”
You blush, smiling as he walks towards you.
He stops, only inches away from you.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper.
He smirks. “I, your knight in shining armor, have come to save you from the beast.”
You roll your eyes, which are now tearing up.
“The Prince has come to ask for your hand in marriage.” Your father says.
“Oh?” You say, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yes, and therefore your promised marriage to Lord Deinnson is no more.”
You feel a tear slip down your cheek.
“I am so in love with you (Y/N). I think I have been since we were children, and used to play in the gardens.”
You giggle. “You always wanted me to be the princess so you could save me, but I wanted to be a warrior instead.”
He chuckles, a low melodic sound that rumbles in his chest. “I remember that.”
He takes your hands in his. “You and I have been friends since childhood. I don’t think I realized my feelings for you. You are strong, witty, smart, mischievous.” He smirks, and you giggle. “And when I heard that you were to be wed to another man, I couldn’t bear it. Because I knew that he didn’t know you as well as I do. I knew he wouldn’t be the husband you deserve. I knew what I had to do.”
He gives you a small smile, which you return with an even wider one.
“I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So if you’ll let me, I wish to make you my Queen.”
Tears blur your vision, and you nod smiling. “Of course I’ll have you Loki.”
He smiles, sighing in relief. It’s then that you notice the tears in his eyes.
He cups your cheek and pulls you closer before his lips are on yours in a soft, gentle kiss.
The two of you pull away, and Loki looks back at your parents. “Thank you, Lord and Lady (Y/L/N). I promise I will take care of your daughter.”
They nod, smiling at the two of you.
A week later, you stood in one of the great halls in the palace.
“Are you ready Your majesty?” One of the maids asks.
You giggle nervously. “Enough of that, at least wait until it’s official.”
She smiles. “Very well, are you ready M'lady?”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
Loki showing you the secret garden when you were four.
Loki chasing you around said garden at age seven.
You and Loki watching the stars at night
Loki showing you his magic when you were ten.
You sitting in the garden and confiding in Loki, telling him about all your troubles at age fifteen.
Loki showing you his frost giant form when you were sixteen, him being afraid of your reaction, but you only being amazed and telling him he was beautiful.
You and Loki training together as warriors at age eighteen.
The months you spent apart in recent years, you wishing he would call you to the palace like old times, but knowing that those days were over.
And then finally, Loki proposing to you.
You open your eyes and nod. “I’m ready.”
The doors leading into the throne room open, and you walk in.
You see him standing there, in all his glory, and you feel tears fill your eyes.
“You look ravishing my love.” He says when you reach him.
“You look quite handsome yourself my king.” You reply.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this drabble. I probably messed up when writing the Asgardians. But anyway, thanks again! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!
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