#asgardian reader

“Where is Thor?” You ask slowly, breathing heavily through your nose. The man stares at you, eyes wide, lips opening and closing without sound, trembling within your hold. 

“Where is he!?” You yell, giving the man a light shake. 

“Y/N!” Your brother in law's boisterous voice calls from behind you. 

You drop the frightened man and whirl on your heel to face Thor. His face is bright, a wide smile on his face and his eyes crinkled just the slightest. You close the distance between you both quickly, grabbing the front of his shirt. 

“Is it true? Is he…” You trail off, the question dying on your tongue. You search Thor’s eyes, your breathing growing ragged. 

“Y/N…” He responds softly, his hands gently grasping your elbows as his expression drops. 

“Is it?” You repeat your question, growing more desperate by the second. 

Thor nods, his face now solemn. Your breathing hitches and your grip on him loosens. “Where is he?” 

“He’s not… how he was.“ Thor responds, choosing his words carefully.

“Where is he?!” 

“In a holding cell.” Someone else replies. You turn your head, meeting the one eyed gaze of a man. “Who’s your friend?” 

Thor responds before you can so much as open your mouth, “This is Y/N, my brother's spouse.” 

“They gonna be a problem for us?” The one eyed man asks, speaking directly to Thor even with his gaze trained on you warily. 

“No, Fury. They will not be a problem.” 

“I can answer for myself,” you speak, scowling at both of them. “I will remain… unproblematic, if you take me to my husband.” 

“How do we know you won’t let him out?” The one eyed man—Fury—comments. “For all we know you’re working with him and this is all some trick.” 

You release your hold on Thor completely, turning your body to face Fury. You stalk towards him, getting halfway there before Thor's hand on your arm stops you.

“Take me to my husband!” You demand, fighting against Thor’s hold. 

“Y/N, please.” Thor whispers pleadingly, “Don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”

“Difficult?” You whip around to Thor, catching him off guard as your hand makes contact with his cheek. “I’m not the one being difficult! All I am asking is to see my husband, who was thought dead!” You hiss out. 

And then your shoulders drop, the fight all but leaving your body as desperation seeped in. “Please.” You beg no one in particular. “I just need to see him… I need to know he’s alive..” 

You looked to Thor, desperately trying to get through to him. But his attention was elsewhere. His eyes were locked with Fury’s, a silent argument happening between them before finally, Fury nodded. 

Thor’s gaze landed back on you, “Okay.. but not for long. And know, they have cameras in place all around his cell.”

The second the large doors slide open you see him. Your husband paces inside a large cell made entirely of glass. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before walking into the room tentatively. As you approach the glass, Loki turns. The cocky smile adorning his face falls as his eyes land on yours and he blinks in surprise. “Is it you?” You ask breathlessly. “This isn’t a dream? O-or some trick?”

“Darling…” Loki speaks softly in a way reserved only for you as you draw even closer to the glass. Thor says something behind you, it sounds vaguely like he’s asking you to step back but his words are fuzzy as your entire being focuses on the sight of Loki. You bring your hand up, resting your palm against the glass.

“Are you really standing here? Did-” You choke on the words as sobs threaten to leave your throat. “Have you come back to me?”

Loki places his against the glass, mirroring you.

“You’re thinner than I remember…” You whisper, “And your eyes… They’re blue now, not the green I know. You look tortured.”

“I am not the man I was… the man you fell in love with.” Loki says simply, removing his hand from the glass as he walks back towards the middle of the cell. 

“What happened to you?” 

“I’ve killed… too many to count. Human and alien alike.” He doesn’t face you as he speaks. His shoulders are tense and his fist’s clench at his sides before he draws them up, likely wringing them as you know he does when nervous or unsure. “I’ve tortured even more. Their blood stains my hands. Their screams ring in my ears. ”

“Loki…” Tears blur your vision and wet your cheeks. 

Loki spins around, facing you. His expression is guarded, but you notice the small twitch of his eyebrow that indicates he’s barely keeping it together himself. When he speaks his voice is hoarse and unsteady. “Can you still claim to love me? To call me your husband?” 

You blink back more tears as they threaten to spill down your face and step away from the glass slightly. Your hand wraps around a cord of fabric made of green and gold that hangs from your waist and breaks it off. You hold it up in front of you, displaying it to Loki. “If I can’t call you my husband, if what you’ve done is truly so horrible that I can’t learn to love you regardless, remove your half of our handfasting cord. Rip it from your belt and toss it away.” 

At this, Loki falters, flinching away as if struck. “How could you…” He starts softly, his voice growing louder as he continues. “I wove that cord myself. I spent weeks on it. As a sign of my love to you!” 

“Then don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You are my husband!” You yell at him, voice raspy and breaking. “No matter what you’ve done or who you’ve hurt. No matter if it’s been one year or one decade, I will always love you.” 

The door to Loki’s cell opens, startling both of you. Glancing over your shoulder you see Thor where he now stands behind the control desk. He nods his head at, a silent acknowledgement. 

Loki doesn’t move from the center of the cell, even as armed guards enter the room, guns pointing at all three of you. He doesn’t even look anywhere else but you. His eyes follow your movements as you slowly close the distance between you and him. 

Once you’re standing toe to toe with Loki, you lift on shaking hand and place it against his cheek. The touch is feather light at first, because you are still unsure if it’s really him. But as skin meets skin and Loki leans into your touch, his eyes closing, you resolve breaks. You pull him against you and bury your face in the crook of his neck as sobs rack through your body. Loki’s arms close around your middle as he pulls you impossibly closer, his head resting against yours. 

The two of you sink to the floor, still holding onto each other like lifelines. When you pull back from the hug, Loki looks at you. 

“There they are,” You whisper. His eyes were no longer an icy blue, but now the same green you had always loved to get lost in. 

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes shutting again. “I love you.” 

“I missed you.”

(still reader insert but I'm choosing a Norse name for you, you're welcome)

Asgard wasn't safe for the moment. Especially for the daughter of a God. So, here you were with your cousin...? Uncle? Nephew? Thor. He was taking you to stay with his friends on midgard. You stuck close to him as the elevator doors opened and you saw a team standing there and waiting. You smiled nervously and stuck closer to Thor. You exited the elevator and looked around at all the people. 'Frida, this is the Avengers. They're going to keep you safe on Midgard,' Thor said. You nodded a little.

'Hey, kid. I'm Tony, the most important one,' Tony said as he held his hand out for you to shake. You smiled and shook his hand.

'So, is Thor your uncle?' Steve asked.

'Uh, well... He's technically my nephew,' you muttered. They all looked at you in confusion.

'Frida is my mother's younger half sister so technically my aunt by human standards,' he said.

'Right, not confusing at all,' Tony said.

After being introduced to everyone it was time for Thor to leave. You said goodbye and tried your hardest to not cry. You'd never been away from Asgard before so it was daunting. You sat on the couch and glanced around nervously. The man you knew as Bucky came and sat beside you. 'Hey, I know this stuff can be really scary. First time I came here I didn't leave my room for weeks,' he said. You smiled and looked at him.

'It'll just take some getting used to. I didn't get out much in Asgard. I would just stay on my father's ship,' you said as he looked at you in confusion. 'My father is Njord. God of the wind and sea. So, his version of a castle was a giant ship. One I never really left because I was...shamed,' you muttered.

'Shamed? What do you mean?'

'My father had an affair with a frost giant and she got pregnant, had me and tossed me to my father. People don't like mixed breeds in Asgard. They much prefer incest actually,' you said as Bucky choked at the statement.

'That's um...interesting,' he said.

'Yeah, my Dad's first wife and mother of his children was his sister. Asgard preferred that over a frost giant.'

'Well, Asgard sure seems like an odd place, but I can garentee we don't mind what you are here. We're all a mix of weirdos anyway,' he said. You let out a breath of relief and smiled.

'Midgard is so different... I've read a lot about it, but it seems the stuff I've read is very outdated.'

'Don't worry, I was the same. I come from a different time so it took a lot of adjusting. The team is very understanding, we'll all help you adjust,' he said. You smiled and felt more at ease.

'Thank you, Bucky.'

--

You were standing on the roof of the tower with Steve a week later. You had done well to settle in with the team and so far you were loving midgard. Suddenly there was a strong gust of wind. Steve quickly grabbed you and held onto the railing. Once it was done he looked around and then looked at you. 'What the hell was that?'

You looked around and groaned. 'That's dad...' you muttered. Your father stepped out and looked at you and then the man holding you.

'My daughter will not have an affair with a midgardian!' he shouted. Steve stepped back with his hands up.

'Dad, we were just talking. By Asgardian standards he's like eight thousand years old,' you said. Your father eyed Steve cautiously before turning to you.

'I trust you're settling in well with these...humans,' he said. You knew he looked down on humans.

'Yeah, I've been going well. They're keeping me safe and I have a really nice room and they're showing me cool food!' you said with excitement. Your father sighed and rolled his eyes.

'Right, yes good for you,' he said dismissively. You looked down sadly and Steve felt an odd twinge in his heart. 'I just came to tell you that you may need to stay here for quite sometime. I'll visit when I'm able,' he said. You looked at him sadly.

'You can come join us for dinner sometimes,' you said hopefully.

'That's...lovely, but I think I'll decline, my dear,' he said. He looked at Steve with disgust in his eyes. You walked closer and smiled.

'Can I have a hug before you go?'

'I rather not, you've got...Midgard all over you. Sorry, my dear,' he said before disappearing. Steve watched as you stared at the empty space where your father once was. Steve stepped forward and placed his hand on your shoulder.

'I can give you a hug if you want,' he offered. You turned around and hugged him tightly. He chuckled and hugged you back. 'It's okay, kid. You can have a hug anytime, okay?' You nodded and didn't let go. Steve smiled and held you tighter knowing you needed it.

Later that night you were sitting in your room thinking about everything that had been going on. You heard a noise and glanced around. 'Steve...?'

'How's my favourite family member?' you heard a voice say. You looked up to see Loki. You giggled and ran up to hug him. He chuckled and hugged you back.

'Loki! You came to visit!'

'I couldn't leave you alone on Midgard for too long,' he said. You pulled away and he ruffled your hair as you smiled. You had always been close considering he was a frost giant and you were half frost giant. 'Listen, don't mention this to the Avengers. We are on somewhat good terms but I don't feel like dealing with the,' he said. You laughed and nodded.

'Okay, I won't mention it!' you said. Even though you most definitely would tell Steve tomorrow.

'Listen, my darling. I need to speak with you,' he said. He ushered you to sit on the edge of your bed. He knelt before you with a soft smile.

'Is everything okay?'

'You know I'm the God of lies, my dear. But I cannot lie to you,' he said. You looked at him in confusion. 'There is no threat in Asgard, well not more than there always has been, but your father lied to you to bring you here,' he said. You paused and stared at him.

'What...? No, father wouldn't just let me go for no reason. He likes having me around,' you said. Loki looked at you sadly and let out a sigh.

'My dear, I know you think the world of your father, but he does not think that much of you. I know it's hard, but I think this is the best thing to happen for you,' he said. You looked at him with sadness in your eyes. 'You were being held back in Asgard. Here you can be whatever you want and you can be free. I know you'll miss home, but I really think this place could be your home,' he said as he held your cheek gently.

'My father really wanted to get rid of me?'

'Yes, my dear. But I swear you will always have a family with me...and my mother, she loved you dearly,' he said. You smiled and nodded. Despite Frigga being your half sister she was more like a motherly figure to you.

'Us frost giants have to stick together, right?'

(Reader’s POV)

The clang of steel rang out like thunder through the golden training grounds of Asgard. Sunlight spilled across polished stone and gleaming armor, bathing the courtyard in molten brilliance.

Your blades crossed with your opponent’s, each strike echoing like a war drum. The turquoise glow of your twin swords burned in your hands, their ethereal light slicing through the air as if the heavens themselves guided them.

The sparring ring had grown crowded. Warriors gathered to watch, some with grins, some with narrowed eyes. You weren’t just another soldier of the Einherjar—you carried yourself differently. Your very presence demanded attention.

Silver-gray armor clung to your form, sleek and segmented for agility, but strong enough to deflect even the fiercest blow. Golden accents gleamed at your shoulders, chest, and knees, marking you as something beyond ordinary. A long cape of deep blue cascaded from your shoulders, its weight flowing behind you like a banner of war. Layers of fabric skirted your hips, softening the hard steel, fluttering with every movement as you twisted and struck.

And always, the blades—twin short swords, curved and glowing, turquoise light spilling across the ring. They thrummed faintly in your grip, as though alive, as though they whispered battle into your very blood.

Your opponent swung with all his might, a hulking warrior whose strength had bested many. But brute force had never been your weakness. With a deft step and a flick of both blades, you parried his strike, spun behind him, and pressed one glowing edge to the vulnerable gap beneath his arm.

A hush fell over the ring.

The captain barked, “Yield.”

The warrior stiffened, then let his weapon drop. The crowd broke into laughter and shouts, some jeering at your opponent, others cheering you.

You stepped back, lowering your blades, chest rising and falling with the rush of combat. The turquoise glow reflected in your eyes, making them blaze for a heartbeat before the light faded. You gave your opponent a nod of respect. Victory was satisfying, but gloating was beneath you.

Still, a faint smile tugged at your lips when the captain called out, “Once again, Y/N proves she is no ordinary shieldmaiden. Remember this, Einherjar—skill conquers strength.”

The others dispersed, some grumbling, others casting glances at you—curious, envious, admiring. You sheathed your swords and pushed back a lock of hair dampened by sweat.

Later, walking through the corridors of the golden palace, you felt the weight of your armor replaced by the weight of whispers. Courtiers drifted past, silks rustling, voices low.

“—Prince Thor’s latest victory…”

“—and the other one, Loki… strange magic, they say…”

“—have you seen the warrior woman with the glowing swords? A Valkyrie reborn, some call her.”

You ignored the words, though part of you relished them. You had fought hard to be more than a name lost among thousands. Every victory carved your place deeper into the stories sung by skalds.

That evening, the grand feast filled the hall with firelight and song. Golden goblets clinked, roasted boar steamed upon platters, and Thor’s laughter boomed above it all. He regaled the hall with a tale of his hammer striking down frost giants, his voice commanding, infectious.

You laughed where expected, though your mind lingered on battle, not boasts. Your place was among warriors, but even here, the air was thick with politics and eyes that measured worth not only in strength, but in bloodlines.

At the far end of the royal table, one seat remained empty. Loki’s seat.

You had never spoken to him—never even crossed paths in any meaningful way—but his absence was always remarked upon. If Thor’s presence was a storm that filled the room, Loki’s absence was a shadow that lingered.

“Always skulking in his chambers, no doubt,” a warrior beside you muttered with a sneer.

“Scheming, more like,” another added.

You sipped your mead without comment. You cared little for princes and their feuds. You had your own battles to fight.

When the feast ended, you stepped into the night air. The sky over Asgard glittered with stars, sharp and endless, the Bifrost bridge gleaming faintly in the distance like a ribbon of light.

You let the night wind tug at your cape as you breathed deeply. For a moment, all was still.

And then—something.

A whisper, too faint to be words, brushed against your ear. Your hand flew to your swords, blades half-drawn as you scanned the courtyard. Shadows stretched long across stone, but no foe stood waiting. Only the silence of the palace at rest.

Your grip eased, though your pulse still raced. You sheathed the blades and let out a slow breath. Perhaps exhaustion played tricks, or perhaps the mead warmed your senses too much.

Yet as you walked away, cape sweeping behind you and boots echoing against the stone, the unease lingered.

It felt as though unseen eyes followed you.

most people who saw them together thought they would marry once they became of age

once they both come of age they have to maintain a level of distance because of their positions to maintain propriety but it's still clear to everyone around them (except thor and his friends) that they have feelings for each other

Loki fully intends to get permission from Odin and reader's parents to begin a courtship as soon as possible

of course as Loki gains a reputation as a liar and trickster people start to pity asgardian!reader and tell them they deserve better but they don't let that get to them

when Loki finally asks Odin for permission to begin a courtship he is denied because "it would not be right for the younger prince to be married before the elder." but in reality he doesn't want to risk Loki getting reader pregnant and having the baby look like/be a jotunn.

loki is upset and continues to push until Odin outright forbids him from breaching the topic of courtship with him again (Frigga tries to get him to change his mind but in the end doesn't fight much because she thinks Loki will get over his first love)

asgardian!reader is devastated but settles in to wait for Odin to change his mind

ofc course the rest of asgard isn't aware of this and once they pass the age when most courtships are enacted thinks Loki is leading her on which only makes his reputation worse

at this point the warriors three become somewhat aware of what's going on: they think Loki is playing a cruel prank on asgardian!reader which leads to more hatred forming between them

before the coronation asgadian!reader who is now a full fledged archivist goes on a diplomatic mission with their coworkers and they don't comeback until a month after Loki fell into the void

when they hear about what happened to Loki they rush to Frigga who happens to be in the presence of Odin and once Frigga confirms the truth (including the whole adopted thing but reader doesn't care about that) they breakdown

Odin feels a tiny bit guilty but not enough for him to regret his decision to block the courtship

asgardian!reader who spends the next few years mourning Loki. they don't find out about Loki being alive until his supposed death on Svartalfheim which would have been their last straw if Loki hadn't accidently revealed himself (either through something he says or does) almost immediately after he started impersonating Odin

they secretly prepare the nine realms for Thanos

Thor: Ragnarok happens basically the same with asgardian!reader staying on asgard to sort of spy on Hela

once asgard is truly destroyed asgardian!reader and Loki sort of stop caring about what's proper and spend all the time the can together, they sit close together hug each other in the morning and before going to sleep, basically anything without kissing each other in front of everyone

of course most of the asgardians barely notice including Thor and his friends but Bruce and Brunnhilde? they notice almost immediately

asgardian!reader and Loki help the remaining healers take care of the sick and injured

thanos doesn't find them (yeah in my head those first few minutes of infinity war don't exist) so they make it to earth 6 months later

The UN is very involved in situating the asgardians in norway, they have a trial for Loki who tells them everything about Thanos and what he's done to prepare the nine realms for his appearance

earth isn't happy that Loki is there but someone made the good point "We have to look at the bigger picture. Earth is stepping into the wider universe and we have to consider how it would look turning away the asgardian refugees."

knowing they can't imprison him they give him a modified house arrest: he can't leave the settlement without explicit permission and an escort and the avengers are going to monitor him for 6 months before they swap out with UN officers.

through out all of this the avengers and the UN have learned about all the royal family drama through spying and Thor unknowingly giving them info and have come to realize the picture everyone has painted of Loki isn't the most accurate

one morning everyone is eating breakfast in the temporary food hall (asgardians, avengers, UN officials, construction volunteers) and Thor, Lady Eir and some random advisor are talking about doing something to raise moral amongst the asgardians and Tony is like "shame you're not getting married point-break. people love a royal wedding" then Eir is looks at Loki then reader and says "a courtship would have the same effect"

when asgardian!reader joins them Loki's asks them on the spot

thor is confused because he didn't think Loki actually had feelings for them and asks why he's only asking now Loki responds "the allfather forbid me from courting them. something about it reflecting poorly on the family if the younger prince was married before the older."

“Tell me about Midgard” you requested, your head against Loki’s arm as you looked up at the stars from your perch on one of the balconies. Taking the almost empty bottle of mead from your hand, Loki took a swig before he spoke.

“Well, I suppose it’s like here but with fewer stars” he answered.

“Really?” You asked, awestruck.

“Well there’s a few differences like they don’t have any magic there they have something else called technology and the music y/n, the music is dulcet. The harmonious melodies they have there are the real magic.”

“Really?” You gasped.

“Really” he smiled, glancing down at you before looking at the sky again “and they’ve got different countries with different rules and different rulers” he continued.

“I bet you would be the best ruler, you could rule them all” you giggled.

“I agree,” he nodded, “although I don’t think they’ll take kindly to that.”

“You’re wasted here” you murmured, looking up at him.

“How so?” Loki questioned, looking down at you.

“Here you’re cast to the shadows, always following in his footsteps but elsewhere you’d be able to shine, you’d be a king Loki” you grinned.

Loki let the words linger for a moment before he spoke.

“A king needs a queen,” he stated.

“We get along, I could be your queen” you suggested playfully.

“Yeah?” Loki smiled.

“Yes” you nodded, your gaze dipping to Loki’s lips as his lowered to yours. The tense seconds that passed between you both felt like hours as you ripped your stares apart, Loki clearing his throat.

“But alas, you’re promised to someone else” he continued the conversation.

“Well I’ll run away if you will,” you laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll meet at the palace gates and run off into the sunset together” Loki chuckled.

“Stranger things have happened my friend, stranger things” you smiled before a comfortable silence settled between you both.

“Will you take me one day, Loki, to Midgard?” You requested.

“I’d do anything you ask” he answered quickly, too quickly.

Eventually, the two of you decided to head back to your chambers, Loki helping you to yours as you stumbled over your own feet, giggling with each step. Allowing you to lean on him, Loki guided you towards your bed before you inelegantly threw yourself into it, rushing underneath the duvet. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, knowing you wanted to say something.

“Yes?” He prompted.

“I want to hear more about Midgard,” you asked.

“Of course you do,” he smiled, noticing your shiver before he clicked his fingers, igniting the fireplace as you moved across the bed to the other side, gesturing for him to lay down. Without pulling the duvet back, Loki laid down and began to speak as your eyes fell closed.

“And that’s not even the half of it” he finished, placing a kiss against your cheek as he heard your breathing even out. Standing to his feet, he looked at you for a moment, the rise and fall of your chest before he silently bid you goodnight and left your chambers.

Waking up the following morning, you cursed Thor’s mead as your head throbbed. Like most mornings, your chambermaids bathed you, clothed you and fed you before reading your daily schedule. Today you had meetings with your ladies in waiting, meetings that mostly consisted of you sitting bored as you sipped tea. As you left your chambesr to attend the first meeting of the day, you spotted Loki heading towards one of the training rooms. Dismissing your escort, you followed Loki, slipping in behind him before the door closed. You watched him, intrigued as he began laying out various weapons from the weapons vault, his back to you as you slowly stepped towards him.

“You know it isn’t polite to stare”

You gasped, your breath escaping you as Loki spoke in your ear. Spinning around, you were met by Loki who was smiling coyly at you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the other Loki practically disappear.

“A clone” you figured.

“You shouldn’t be in here” he smirked “this is my domain”

“Is that a threat?” You stood your ground as Loki began to circle you.

“Merely a statement, a fact if you will,” he shrugged.

“There isn’t anywhere in the palace I don’t have access to, this room, your domain included” you smiled smugly.

“I don’t doubt that,” he agreed. “However there are certain places that have certain rules, rules that must be abided by, even by you” he spoke.

“Such as?” You ventured.

“No one enters this room and leaves without a fight” he informed you.

“Am I supposed to be scared?” You smiled.

“Very” he answered in a tone that could have been mistaken for sultrily, a tone that made you falter for a moment before composing yourself again. “I promise, I’ll go easy on you” he assured.

“Oh Loki, the last thing I want is for you to go easy on me” you dared.

“So you want it hard then?” He smirked.

“I was trained as a Valkyrie Loki, do you want it hard?” You rebutted.

“Very well” he began, taking a dagger from his ankle holster and handing it to you “are you sure you’re dressed appropriately?” He asked, eyeing the dress draped over your body, touching the floor. Using the dagger, you tore the bottom of the dress off to allow your feet to move more freely before nodding.

“Give me your best shot” you spoke before you and Loki began to fight. Your blades clashed against one another as you dodged eachothers attacks. You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face at the feeling of a sharp dagger in your hand again, the feeling of fighting again; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this alive. You could tell Loki was holding back. He was one of the most skilled fighters in the nine realms and yet you had managed to nick at his skin a couple of times.

“Stop holding back” you shouted over the clanging of metal and your heavy breathing paired with his.

“I’m not, maybe you’re just that good,” Loki answered.

“Nonsense” you huffed, holding the dagger against his throat.

“Fine” he caved in, wrapping his arm around your back as he pulled you against him “if you step backward, this dagger plunges into your back.”

“And if you step forward, this dagger slices your throat” you shot back, your eyes boring into one another’s.

“So, we find ourselves in quite the predicament” he voiced.

“Although I’m at an advantage” you spoke, causing Loki’s smile to fall as you stepped back a little, freeing yourself from his grip as his dagger pierced through your dress, penetrating your skin a little.

“Y/n!” Loki gasped, dropping his dagger as he spun you around.

“It’s fine, just a little scratch, these dresses have such thick corsets attached” you dismissed.

“I could have seriously hurt you” Loki reprimanded you, untying the strings of your corset “let me heal you” he offered, removing your corset and placing his hand over the graze. The area felt cool for a moment before Loki let go. Unlike the last time in your chambers, you were wearing undergarments so your body wasn’t completely unclad, not that you would have minded with the way Loki was looking at you, forcing himself to focus on your eyes, hungry as you turned to face him.

“So, I win?”

“Get out y/n” Loki spoke, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Sorry I—” you began.

“Go, now!” He raised his voice a little, catching you off guard as you quickly spun around and headed for the door.

Bit of an abrupt ending 🤣

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"Good." You said back, gladly and amused. Changing the subject you spoke a bit cautiously "The negotiations?"

He let out a breath as he stared out before him "The King said they were going well, but..." he stopped.

"But what?"

You felt his grip tightened slightly "They obviously are not."

You looked up at him and saw a serious expression on his face. Pulling away from him, you turned to look where his gaze was locked. You felt your heart drop at you saw battle ships coming from the clouds. "Heimdall?"

"Get inside." You looked back at him, and he looked down at you, you could see the concern in his eyes and face "Now!"

You turned and began to run towards your home, looking back you see Heimdall running away from you, and towards the palace. You gasped as the battleships started to fire down on the city. You felt anxiety and fear growing in your chest, not only for him, but everyone now fleeing through the streets in fear.

You saw Asgards ships begin to fly towards the invaders. And as you watched people running, many unsure of where to go, you felt a burst of bravery. Quickly running away from your home, and towards the center of town.

"Go to the library! Down into the catacombs, you'll be safe there!" You yelled out, pointing people the way to go, helping them as they stumbled and fled from the town.

It felt like hours had passed as you helped people find cover. Some shots had rang down nearby you, covering you in dirt from flying debris and explosions. You were sure you had some cuts as well.

Hearing distant yells you turned and looked down the street. You felt your heart begin to pound heavily as you saw the invaders now running through the streets.

You looked around, your eyes landing on a nearby armory. Hesitating for only a moment, you ran to the armory and grabbed the nearest sword. It was heavy and unfamiliar to you. You had so little practice with weapons, and were certainly not a soldier. But you knew you might have to protect yourself or others.

As you ran back into the street, you saw one of the invaders ready to strike down an older woman who was cowering against a wall. Using the anger and bravery swelling inside of you, you ran towards them, using all your strength you swung the sword, managing to slice the invader in the back. He roared out in pain and staggered before turning to you. The woman rose and ran quickly towards the inner city as the invaders attention was on you. As he raised his own weapon to attack you, you felt your bravery vanish and replaced with fear.

Just as the invaders arms reached their peak height, a dagger flew past your head and into his chest. As the invader fell down dead, you spun around to see Heimdall moving quickly towards you.

"Heimd-" You voice faltered as he quickly pulled you to him in an embrace. "What are you doing out here? I told you to go home."

You pulled away and looked up at him "I know, but so many people needed help."

Heimdall could not be angry with you, even as he saw the grime and small cuts littering your face. As distant roars and shouts came from down the road, both you and Heimdall looked back.

You could see more invaders, now fighting with Asgard soldiers. Heimdalls hand landed on your shoulder "You need to get home now, all of the citizens are in shelter."

You looked up at him and saw am almost distant look in his eyes, meaning he was using his sight to look over Asgard.

Though you knew of his powers, you couldn't help but feel doubt. And as you turned to look at the invaders destroying your home you felt anger bubble up inside you "But- But I can-"

"No." Heimdall cut you off, sensing the anger. "I need you to be safe little one."

"But what if there is someone you can't see? Someone who does need help?"

A small smile tugged at Heimdalls lips as he felt the passion flowing from you. But the fear of you getting hurt was too high. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to get hurt anymore."

As you turned back to him to protest you let out a startled gasp as he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your back and throwing you over his shoulder. As he stood to his full height, the sword fumbled from your hands and landed on the ground "Heimdall!"

Heimdall turned and began to move quickly back to your shared home. As struggled in his grip, you looked up you saw the invaders being cut off from the rest of the city by Asgardian soldiers and you felt a small swell of hope and relief. The energy in your body began to falter as you realized you could do nothing.

Heimdall felt you go limp in his grasp as called back to you "You were brave little one. Braver than many. I am proud of you. But now it's time to get to safety and rest."

You felt worry for the city and for those who must have gotten hurt, but you gave in to your exhaustion. "Yes. I know. But will it really be okay Heimdall?"

You felt Heimdall squeeze your back with his hand "Of course. We will prevail as we always do."

"Together?"

Heimdall smiled at this "Together."

One of the so-called ‘hunters’ from the Time Variance Authority had a firm hand wrapped around your bicep, pushing you into the room ahead of her. Her black helmet was labeled C-20, and Loki made a mental note of her designation. Fortunately for her, she decided to release your arm and let the door close behind her, exiting the room to leave Mobius in charge. 

Seeing you in such distress propelled the God of Mischief in your direction, uncaring of the vulnerability he may expose to Mobius. At this point, Loki had displayed more emotion to the mustachioed man than he had most individuals in his life. 

“I’m sorry, I lost you in the fray.” You muttered as his hands cupped your cheeks to check for injury. 

“It’s nothing, my dear. I should never have been so careless.” Loki reassured, brushing hair behind your ear and forcing a smile. “Are you hurt?” 

Despite his moniker including lies as a specialty, you could clearly see the tear tracks on his face and the redness rimming his eyes. The God was clearly trying to conceal something from you, but it had been many months since he had been able to successfully manage that. 

“I’m fine.” You assured, “But I can tell you’re not.”

Loki swallowed then, eyes flickering to Mobius for a moment before refocusing on your face. He seemed to consider the situation before sighing. “It was all for naught.”

“What?” Your brow knitted together, and Mobius cleared his throat. 

“I’ll be outside, we can hash some details when you’re finished.”

Considering his strange occupation regarding the subject, the man had a fantastic sense of timing. 

Once Mobius had left, you led Loki to the table in the center of the room. He lowered himself into one of the chairs, and you hopped up to sit beside the godforsaken projector used an hour earlier. 

“Loki, what do you mean?”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “The Tesseract, the stones. New York. It means nothing.”

Loki drew a hand from his pocket and displayed two glowing stones to you. A chuckle almost broke from his mouth when your jaw dropped, and you reached towards the red one. 

“Infinity Stones?” Your hands fell to your lap, and Loki’s words finally seemed to click. “They don’t work here.” 

He shook his head. “Nothing does. My magic is useless here. Those stones- in our universe, the most powerful objects in existence- are completely worthless.” 

You might as well have stared a hole through the God’s head. “We’re stuck here.”

Loki dipped his head. “Correct. My fault, entirely. We both may very well be wiped from existence, so again. My fault.” 

Shaking your head, you laid a hand on Loki’s shoulder. “As long as I’m stuck here with you, you crazy man. We’ll find a way out.”

You may have been ignoring the ‘we may be wiped from existence’ part, but that was a problem for a different time. If time even existed in the strange new void you were occupying.

“I brought you here. If only I would have left you with the Avengers, you would be-”

“Depressed? Annoyed? Shall I go on?” You forced him to look at you. “The first time I met them and saw you, I knew you weren’t yourself, and they didn’t believe me. The only one who did was Thor.”

Much to your surprise, the mention of Loki’s adoptive brother elicited a watery sniffle from the man before you.

“I saw that tape earlier, if we would have stayed, you know what would have happened.” You reminded him of Frigga’s death at the hands of the Dark Elves, and your own to Hela. “At this point, you’ve saved me. I’m happy to be with you, as I have been all the years before.”

Loki’s hand came to rest on your thigh, and his forehead dropped against your knees. “I don’t… enjoy hurting people. Mobius was incorrect.”

“I know.” 

“Though I would hurt the woman who manhandled you in here.” He mumbled into the legs of your less than flattering jumpsuit.  

You smoothed a hand into his dark hair, brushing the wild strands into  something of a manageable state. “I know you would, but we’re going to be nice.”

“They are far from nice to us, Y/N.”

“Kill them with kindness.” The Midgardian saying, forged into your memory after decades visiting the realm, fell off your tongue almost instantly. You regretted it as soon as it entered the room, the God of Mischief stiffening under your fingers.

“Kindness would not make an ideal weapon.” Loki pointed out. 

“I know, Loki. It's a colloquialism.” 

“Not a very good one.” He shot back. 

You nudged his head back until he looked up at you. “Just shut up, would you?”

Loki could only nod, pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. The door reopened then, and Mobius peeked in. His calm face was scrunched in urgency.

“There are some details we need to brush up on ASAP.” He surveyed your matching outfits and grimaced. “Come with me, we’ll get you some better clothes.”

Both Loki and yourself nodded, untangling from each other and standing. You toddled after Mobius like children in a line at school, though your hand trailed behind to tug at Loki’s. 

“We’ll talk again later.”

Loki leaned in towards your ear. “ I hope so. I’ll need you to explain the complexity of ending one’s life with kindness.”

You could only roll your eyes and grip your lover’s hand as you were led into the winding depths of the TVA.