#foftw

"No." He whined. You rolled your eyes, and made to get back up again, but you just ended up lifting yourself up slightly before losing your balance and falling back down again. "You're staying here."

You sighed deeply. "Legolas, you know I have to go to work today."

He suddenly flipped you over, making a shriek erupt from your lips, and pinned you underneath him. His cerulean eyes hit you like a tidal wave, and the smirk on his face made you bite your lip to stop from attacking his with yours.

"No you don't because I'm the Prince and I say you are allowed to not go to work today." He said proudly. You cocked an eyebrow at his smug face, you mind clicking away finding any sort of loop hole. When none was found, you sighed and his smirk switched to a wide smile when he knew he had won.

He rolled over onto his side and pulled you against his chest and holding you in place with his iron grip, settled the blanket over you, buried his head in your hair and entwined his legs with yours. You had officially no way of escape. Not that you wanted to, of course.

You pushed your head into his neck and breathed in his comforting scent. He squeezed your back lightly. Your eyelids fell as he drew random patterns over your hips, up your spine, across your shoulder blades and threaded his fingers through your hair.

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"Bed, Wed, Behead," You paused thinking about who you would say, "Bard, Gimli or Arwen." You said giggling.

Legolas groaned making you giggle harder. "Um." His eyes averted to the ceiling, narrowing in thought. You looked up at him and brushed a lock of hair off of his cheek.

"Marry Arwen, Kill Gimli and..." He mumbled the last part, pink dusted across his cheeks.

"And...what?" You taunted, poking his chest.

"And I'd 'bed' Bard." He muttered under his breath. You wrapped your arms around your stomach and was forced to rock backwards and forwards since you were laughing so hard. Looking up to see Legolas' unamused face, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, sent you into another wave of violent laughter.

Legolas' eyebrows lifted and a loving smile danced across his lips. Your laughter was his favourite sound. It could light up the  darkest room, and lift the spirits of even the most miserable person (which could have, arguably, been the Elven King, with you being the only person to make his lips twitch).

He leant down and abruptly pressed his lips to yours, surprising you so much you punched him in the chest. This, obviously, didn't hurt him that much, but he still clutched his hands to his chest, made a weird face, and fell backwards onto the bed, his tongue stuck out and eyes closed. You giggled softly and scooch up next to him. Your face immediately went sad and you placed the back of your hand against your forehead.

"Oh no, my handsome prince is dead. Whatever shall I do?" You asked hysterically. A smile crept onto your face when he bit down on his tongue to stop from laughing. His tongue darted back into his mouth and he pursed his lips. You laughed softly. "Oh, I see. I must give him a true love's kiss." You announced dramatically. You leant over and placed a soft kiss to his nose. His mouth dropped into a pout. You rolled your eyes and planted a kiss on his mouth.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your back, pinning you down by your wrist and his pelvis resting on yours. You let out a sharp breath, looking up and drowning in his twinkling bay blue eyes. He angled his head to the side and tilted himself towards you, capturing your lips in his. You kissed back immediately, sliding your wrists from his grips and knotting them around his neck; your elbow fitting against the back of his neck. His hands slipped against the mattress and his forearms replaced them, still placed on either side of your head.

You slid your arms off his neck and removed your hands from his honey hair; catching his collar on his silver cotton pyjamas, and gripped them tightly, pulling his chest closer to yours. You widened your legs, letting him lock into them and you hooked your ankles onto his thighs. He shifted himself and you moaned into his mouth at the friction. With a last hot, open mouth kiss he detached his lips from yours and attacked your jawline and neck. You bit your lip to supress the deep moan rumbling in you and threatening to escape.

You closed your eyes, drowning in pleasure as Legolas bit and sucked at your sensitive flesh. You released his collar and ran your hands up and down his chest electing a groan from him. He slipped a hand down your sides, making you shiver, over your thighs and brushed against your clothed core. You jerked beneath him as he began to rub you through your pyjamas.

"Legolas." You breathed as he circled your clit. He hummed into response into your neck. He trailed his fingers off your soaking core to the waist band of your trousers and slowly peeled them off your legs.

The door creaked open and a gasp was heard from the doorway. Legolas sat up and whipped his head towards the door to see his flabbergasted father stood at the door, hand over his mouth and indigo eyes wide. Legolas rolled off you and sat up, his face a deep crimson. You were frozen with embarrassment but managed to prop yourself up on your hands and stare at the shocked Elven King.  

"Um." You broke the awkward silence and reached up to brush a piece of your hair out your face. Thranduil coughed, his face flushing and reclaimed his firm composure.

"Legolas, I noticed you weren't at the archery fields this afternoon and I was coming to check if your were well." He said, his authoritative tone back, "But I see you are," He paused as if thinking the appropriate word, "Occupied."

You blushed when he looked directly at you. With a quick wink to you (which you blushed profusely at), he left, closing the door behind him. You took a side glance to Legolas who was looking as stunned as you. The corners of your mouth twitched and Legolas saw, replicating your smile. A chuckle escaped him, which you took as permission and let out a bark of laughter.

He rolled over on top of you, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He kissed your cheek lightly and moved to your ear.

"Now." He paused to place a kiss to the spot beneath your ear, "Where were we?"

You shook your head to rid of the dirty thoughts and walked out of the door, into the dark twilight of Rivendell, the cold air stinging your arms. You strode around the castle grounds, passing the dwarves rooms and greeting the elves who were taking walks, like you. You waltzed passed a familiar door and hesitantly let yourself in.

Thorin looked up from his position sitting on the bed, and the familiar swirl of lust swam in his eyes.

“Hey Thorin.” You said quietly. He didn’t answer. He just stood up and walked over, linking his hands with yours.

“(Y/N),” He said huskily, your breath quickened as he leaned closer to your ear, “I need you.”

That was all you needed. You pushed him backwards onto the bed until he fell backward. You leaned over him, spreading you legs to wrap around his hips and crashed your lips onto his. He kissed back equally passionately and knotted a hand in your hair. He rolled you over until your back was pressed against the mattress and he was on top, his crotch locking into yours. He grinded onto you slowly, causing you to moan loudly into his mouth. He moved his hand from your hair to your breast, kneading the sensitive flesh; the other holding your waist and sliding it against him.

He lifted your tunic over your head and threw it to an unknown place n the room, giving him full access to your upper torso. He shrugged off his coat and you helped him remove his shirt. You trailed your fingers along his strong chest, making him shiver and groan. He leant down to your chest and brushed kisses along the tender flesh. You moaned at his talented mouth. You desperately pull his trousers down his legs, plunging your hand in to his pants. He shoved his head into the crook of your neck, groans rippling in the air as you stroked him.

“(Y/N).” He said,  his voice strained. He suddenly grabbed your wrist and pressed it into the bed, holding you with an iron grip. You moaned loudly as he spontaneously, plunged his finger into your sensitive folds. You bucked your hips as his thumb ghosted over your clit in figure-8 movements.

“Uggh Thorin.” You cried out. He bit down on your neck slightly and sucked over the mark. He pressed down roughly onto your clit making you arch your back off the mattress and almost scream in ecstasy. “I need you.” You whined.

He removed his fingers and lined himself up at your entrance, teasing you slightly. You throw your head back into the pillow, pushing yourself up to him. “Please Thorin.” You shouted.

He smirked at your plea but it was wiped off his face and replaced with pure pleasure and he sank into you. He let out a deep puff off breath. He let you adjust to his size, watched as you gave him a tight nod and slowly started to rock his hips into you.

You gripped the blankets in your fists and he thrust into you, filling up deliciously each time. He placed his hands on your hips, prying your legs wider and picking up his speed. You gripped his shoulders tightly, your fingernails digging into his skin and let out a loud, long moan. He brushed against your g-spot and you yelled out. He angled himself to press against this spot each time he plunged into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Thorin, I-I-“You panted. He leant down and nibbled your ear.

“Let go for me, (Y/N).” He whispered, his voice thick with pleasure. You obeyed and felt your walls contract around him, making him groan, and your orgasm rippled over you, making your head spin and scream out his name. He soon followed, calling out your name and pulling out, his seed spilling over your stomach.

You both stopped for a moment, panting heavily, eyes closed and skin coated in sweat. Thorin shakily stood up, and using a cloth he found on the bed side table next to him, cleaned you up and threw it into a waste basket in the corner of the room. He climbed over you and slumped into the bed, wrapping his arms around you protectively. You curled into his chest and felt him brush his lips onto your forehead. You trailed your fingertip across his chest and he sighed deeply.

“Let go.” The bow snapped from your fingers and the arrow whistled through the air. You eagerly watched as it whipped towards the tree, but missed, hitting the tree behind it and to the left. You let the grip on your bow falter and your arm dropped to level your knee; you flung your head back and groaned, stomping your foot.

A hand patted you shoulder and chuckle escaped his lips. You spun around to meet the tall, softly-toned, brunette man, laughing at your outburst. You gently shoved his shoulder, making his laugh harder.

“Shut up, Bard.” You murmured. He caught your hand and used it to twirl you around, your (Y/H/C) flying around your head.  You shrieked and fell into his chest. He looked down, still chuckling, and placed his hands on your waist. You cocked your eyebrow in confusion, but they were raised high when he suddenly yanked you upwards and was flung over his shoulder. You thumped on his back and kicked your legs.

“BARD, PUT ME DOWN NOW OR SO HELP ME!” You yelled, but he just sniggered and bumped up his arm to hold you tighter. Your bow dangled lazily, bouncing against his legs. He trotted towards the castle, with a pouting you on his back. He was making his way out the woods when his hand wandered.

“Bard.”

“Hm?”

“You’re touching my arse.”

“You love it.

“GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ARSE.” You laughed with him and his dropped you at the doors of the castle. You brushed yourself off before you punched him in the shoulder.

“You’re an orc.” You said jokingly. He placed a hand to his heart.

“Hurtful.” You laughed. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a hug, which he gladly returned, lifting your toes off the floor. You two held onto each other for a moment before mutually letting go.

“Same time tomorrow?” You ask, shouldering your bow. He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and began to swagger away.

“Sure thing.” He said with a last smile. “And bring your bow.” He added. You smile and turn around happily skipping into the castle.

You placed your bow onto the peg near the door, next to the Mirkwoods Princes. You were pretty close to the Elf Royalty. Legolas was one of your best friends, but when he left to find the infamous Strider, he couldn’t give you archery lessons anymore. That was when Bard came in. When Mirkwood helped Dale, and you met the famous archer who shot the Black Arrow, you almost immediately clicked.

As much as people insisted you and him were an item, you had your eye on another. A King to be exact. Yes, it was very broad of your to love such a person when yourself was only a common elf, but even as you thought of him now your heart fluttered.

But, your consciousness counted, he was always uptight and sharp towards you. You hung our head. Unfortunately it was true. You and the King were not on a good basis at the moment. The only reason he let you stay was mostly because of Legolas, the other reason you did not know.

You were walking through the halls, head still lowered, deep in thought, your hands enclosed together behind you, when you bumped into something. Or should you say someone. Because when you looked up, the sharp pale features and white-blonde haired king caught your immediate senses.

“My apologies, my lord.” You said a little flustered.

“I was in fact looking for you, so it is of no matter.” You heart thumped almost painfully. He was looking for you?

“Because of what, my lord.” You inquired, almost physically trying to keep your voice from wavering. His eyes flashed.

“Because I saw your encounter with the man.” He retorted with an edge of anger. You were taken aback to say the least.

“Bard, you mean?” You asked and he nodded. “And what of my encounter.” You subtly taunted.

“It was, I feel,” He paused, leaving you room to cross your arms and cock your hip, “Inappropriate.”

Your mouth fell open. Inappropriate?

“Is that so?” You said a mischievous glint, twinkling in your eyes. Your lower torso prickled as the pressure of the sexual tension laid upon it. He shuffled. “How, my lord?” You said through gritted teeth. He didn’t answer.

“Look, my lord, I know we have never been on the same page, but that is no excuse to stop me from seeing anyone.” You said, stepping closer with each word.

“You will stop seeing him.” He said, his authoritative voice sparking something that trailed to your core.  “Immediately.”

You stepped even closer to him, your chests brushing. “Make. Me.” You accentuated.

His pupils dilated and he walked forwards until your back hit the stone wall. He placed his hands either side of your head and pressed his tall, thin, muscled form against you. You hitched your breath and looked into his darkened eyes with your own wide ones. His nose slid against yours and you gripped the wall behind you to stop yourself from collapsing.

“Make. Me.” You breathed. He growled throatily and smashed his lips to yours in a bruising-kiss.

He moved his hands to cup your face and push it further into his hot mouth. His tongue massaged yours and your moan was swallowed into his mouth. You moved your hand upwards to clasp the back of his neck, the other gripping his robe collar. He slid his hand downwards to curl around your back, placing it to the small of your spine, and using it as a leverage to crash your pelvises together. He groaned loudly and long into your mouth as your hand grazed the shell of his pointed ear.

You pulled back, panting, and he placed a last kiss to your lips. You smiled shyly and ran your hands down his chest. A sudden idea made your cheeks flush with laughter and a wide grin flutter across your lips. Thranduil caressed your red cheek.

“What?” He asked, placed a kiss to the burning flesh.

“You were jealous.” You said in a sing-song voice. He smiled into your cheek.

A sudden flush of warmth hit your face and you sat up to see a roaring fire and the small blond hobbit, Sam, back away, a stick and flint in hand. You scooted up close to the fire and held your palms out in front of you, desperately trying to soak up the heat.

Looking through the fire you saw the sharp featured, fair-haired elf across from you. His turquoise eyes swirled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. They were staring right at you, making you flush and not because of the fire. You smiled at him but he didn’t seem to see and kept staring into your (Y/E/C) eyes, his cheeks unnoticeably crimson. You found yourself not being able to look away from his sapphire orbs. You were both pulled away from each other when a distant Aragorn hollered.

“I’m going to take the first watch with Boromir, and then I’ll wake Sam and Gimli for the second.” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you and looked back at Legolas for a split second to see him still staring at you. You blushed again and grabbed your stuff, dragging it to the bottom of the nearest tree – the moss around it looking extremely soft.

You could feel Legolas’ eyes on your back and you heart thumped uncomfortably. You had been taken with the elf ever since you saw him in Rivendell, and when you saw him battle through a small arm of orcs, you knew you were falling. You found him staring at you a lot, but you brushed it off thinking he was just curious about you since you were the only female who volunteered to go.

You slumped down against the tree and leaned back, letting your eyes close. You heard a rustling next to you and you lifted an eyelid. You saw the honey-haired elf sat suddenly next to you.

“Legolas?” You asked, trying with all your strength no to stutter.

“Sorry, it just looks like the most comfortable place here.” He mumbles. You blush and move yourself downwards so you were on your back. You tried to ignore how the man of your heart was laying next you, the space that even Frodo couldn’t fit in. You kept your eye line upwards and watched the clouds float across the stars, making them blink out for a moment before glimmering back at you.

A sudden pressure on your right side made you jolt and you looked down to see Legolas’ finger had brushed against your showing skin by accident. He looked at you weirdly.

“Are you...ticklish?” He asked amused. You looked around and saw everyone else either asleep or getting to.

“No.” You lied. He saw right through your words and touched your side again with the tips of his fingers and you jerked. A sly grin slowly made its way onto his face. He wriggled his finger and you snorted suddenly.

His eyes brightened and before he could launch himself on you, you sprinted off and behind one of the trees. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and peeked around the base of the tree, looking for the lurking Elf Prince. Two sudden hands gripped your hips and a shrill shriek escaped your lips; one hand was removed from your hip and covered your mouth.

Legolas shushed you gently, his breath tickling your ear. He dug his hands into your stomach. You jumped slightly and ripped away from him and ran further into the wide spread forest, grinning. An abrupt bump into your back sent you flying forwards into the blanket of leaves below. He swiftly spun you around so you were facing his bright indigo eyes shining with laughter.

“Gotcha.”

Your back was pressed against the floor with Legolas in between your legs and ran his hands up your sides. You wiggled underneath him, his finger mercilessly prodding into you until you were laughing loudly.

“Legolas! Ahaha! Stop! STOP!” You squealed. He chuckled and kept ruthlessly jabbing into you; you squeezed your eyes shut smiling widely.  You were panting when his hands started to slow.

Feather-like pressure was added to your jaw and your eyes flew open. You saw Legolas hunched over you, his lips ghosted along your jaw line, pressing soft kisses down the soft skin of your neck. He applied more pressure to the crook of your neck making you gasp, as a shock of pleasure spiked through you; he placed a hot, open mouth kiss onto the skin, his teeth scraping across the red mark. He grazed his lips slowly up your throat, placing tender kisses up your chin and the edges of your mouth.

“For Eru’s sake, Legolas. Kiss me.” You breathed. You felt his smile and eagerly pressed his lips to yours. You responded passionately and moved your hands upwards to knot in his hair, but they were pinned down by Legolas’ iron grip. He slipped his tongue through your plump lips and angled his head with helped him plunge further and explore your mouth.

He lowered himself downwards and rested his pelvis on yours and you lifted your waist to meet it. He groaned into your mouth and squeezed your wrists tighter. He slowly ran his hands up you arms and down your torso until they where gripping your hips with an almost painful hold. He ground down onto you, giving you the friction you needed, his hands rubbing you harder onto him. You trailed your now free hands up and down his chest and clutched two handfuls of his clothes, resulting in his body further into yours.

You moaned loudly through his lips as he stroked your hip bones with his thumbs and dug you into the ground with his crotch. He ripped away from your lips to delve back into his work on your neck, now leaving dark pink marks along your collar bone and a large crimson one just under your jaw joint.

He moved his hands back up your sides, causing you to giggled as he tickled you again which he grinned at, and rested his elbows and forearm on either side of your head. This allowed him more leverage to grind into you with more force.

“(Y/N).” He moaned as you lifted your hips off the floor and trailed them down his lower torso.

He abruptly pulled back from you; his cheeks flushed, lips swollen and eyes swirling with soft lust. He gave you a last lingering kiss before sit up and sitting on his legs.

“We should probably get back before anyone notices.” He panted. You pouted and he chuckled lightly before helping you up. You lifted yourself up on your tip-toes and kissed him lightly on his burning cheek. He entwined his fingers with yours and swung them as you walked back to the camp.

You quickly slumped back into your place Legolas following in suit. You lie down next to him, giving him some space; but with a small eye roll he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. You grinned and snuggled you head further into his warm body.

“I love you Legolas.” You mumbled.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered back, kissing your hair.

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 You too were awoken by a chorus of groans and a group of people (well, hobbits) surrounding you.

“I can see love bites on her neck.” You heard Merry comment, which was then followed by more groans.

You rushed up the stars and out of the door leading in the corridor. You turned right and waltzed into the kitchen. You spotted the familiar chocolate hair hunched over the coffee machine on the counter, his robe covered back to you. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned around, his eyes twinkling but the glimmer was washed away with a wave of gloom. Your smile flickered but it stayed on and you pressed a small peck to his lips.

You wrinkled your nose as you realised how much you smelt.

“I’m gonna go shower.” You said, walking away. “Wanna join me?” You asked, adding a flirtatious wink and wiggling your hips. He looked down briefly at your arse before shaking his head and turning back to his coffee.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Usually Tony would jump at a chance like that. Maybe he was just stressed, you suggested, or tired?

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You walked into the kitchen a week after the incident in the kitchen. You brushed the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and noticed your handsome boyfriend stood at the coffee machine, getting his daily dose of caffeine.

“Morning, babe.” You said half-heartedly. He nodded once before turning around, his mug enclosed in his hand - his eyes meeting yours for a moment, pouring sadness and ... guilt? - and walked towards the elevator and pressed the button to basement, in which his suits were located.

This was weird. Not only had he not spent any time with you this week, but Bruce hadn’t seen him much either. You rushed towards the showers to wash, quickly dried yourself and deciding to go talk to the mutate scientist.  

He met you with a smile at a curt wave for you to sit, seeing your distressed face. You nodded at him and slipped into the spinning stool next to him.

“It’s Tony,” You started with your elbows on the table and your head resting on your hands. “He’s been acting...weird.”

Bruce nodded. He fixed his crooked glasses and leaned back slightly.

“I’ve noticed.”

“Well, it’s worrying me. He’s just not the same. I want to help him; but I don’t know what the matter with him is.” You admitted holding your head in your hands.

“I think I know.” You sat up. “Only last week he would talk for hours about you.” You blushed. “But lately even at the slightest mention of you, he tries to change the subject or just ignores me.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and tears bubbled in your eyes. You stood up suddenly from your chair making Bruce jump.

“I need to go.” You said simply and fled from the room. You needed to find Tony.

You managed to corner the brunette when he tried to scramble back in his basement. He looked down at you with a guilty and frustrated expression.

“Tony, what is wrong with you?” You demand. He averted his eyes from your hard gaze and looked towards the floor. You pushed his chin gently so he was looking into your eyes again. “You can tell me.”

“But you’re the problem!” He said exasperatingly. You looked at him; confusion and hurt bubbling in your stomach.

“W-What?” You asked. He rubs his hands over his face.

“It’s just. Look (Y/N) you’re young and can do anything, I’m not and I just feel like you deserve someone the same age as you – not someone like me.” He admitted. His eyes were swimming with tears as were yours.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head on his chest. He enveloped you in his arms and pushed his head into your hair. You could feel his tears falling as your own cheeks were wet.

You two stood for a moment, crying a little in each other’s arms, before you pulled away, your arms still on his torso.  You brushed your hand across his face and he leaned into your touch.

“I want to be with you.” You said softly, your voice cracking. He didn’t answer and just pressed his lips to yours. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and placed your hands on his shoulders. He held your hips and squeezed the flesh gently. He pulled away from your lips with a last small kiss.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a hushed tone. You shook your head, smiling slightly.

“I love you Tony.” You said sniffing. He kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Welcome to Asgard.” You nodded shyly and walked past him, towards the door. When is slipped out the way the sight took your breath away. A large castle glinted in the bright sun, causing you to cover your eyes. You slowly walked across the rainbow path, turning yourself in all directions determined to take in every inch of the beautiful city.

The door into the castle was huge; a huge arch, 9ft tall so a frost giant could fit through it easily. You walked through the arch, feeling extremely small in the large room with huge pillars to hold up the domed roof.

You treaded into the throne room, 3 guards now marching behind you. You lowered your head downwards, letting your hair fall and hiding your face. You peeked up through your hair and saw an old man with a golden eye patch staring down at you with cold judging eyes. Your heart plummeted into your stomach; you could practically hear his negative thoughts.

Sweeping your eyes across the lines of people next to him, on one side you spotted a muscled, long haired blonde. He held the strong air of someone who would knock you out with one punch but at the same time would cuddle the life out of you. On the other side you saw a kind looking lady, her eyes twinkling. She wore a small gold crown buried in her bun; you immediately deducted her to be the intimidating man’s wife. But the last man made you catch your already heaving breath. He looked over lazily at you but was completely immersed in your every action. You blushed at the sudden attention and quickly removed your (Y/E/C) eyes from his piercing emerald eyes.

“Welcome to Asgard, Princess (Y/N).” The middle man announced. You shrunk back slightly in his gazed. They all looked at you expecting a reply, but all that came out your mouth was a small squeak. You flushed embarrassed but luckily your temporary guardian came to your aid.

“Princess (Y/N) accepts your welcome with open arms, my king, and we hope with this trip you can see how the (Y/R) and Asgard can become faithful allies.” You showed your agreement with small nods. The old man (who seemed to be known as the King here) nodded sharply before directing his startling eye contact on you again.

“Why can’t she speak?” He spoke sharply, intentions to hurt. It no doubt crossed your face and you instinctively looked down.

“She’s doesn’t speak much, my king.” You felt tears spike at the corners of your eyes at your embarrassment.

“How can she be an heir when she can’t even speak?” He commented, laughing cruelly. You blinked away the burning sensation in your eyes and chewed your lip nervously.

“I don’t think a speech impediment would prevent (Y/N) from performing her duties.”  A voice spoke up. The silky haired prince next to his mother had stepped forward and talked against the king for you? When he said your name your heart fluttered in your chest and you stomach did a million tiny back flips.

“I believe Loki is right, Odin.” The Queen added.

“Enough Frigga.” Odin snapped. “Take her to her room.”

You were ushered away by the guards. You sent a small grateful smile at Loki which he enthusiastically returned.

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You quickly looked around your room and pressed your ear against the door tom make sure no one was coming. You could just hear the faint clink of the armour on your guards. You took a deep breath and jumped onto the emerald covered, soft bed. You grinned as you looked to your already shining hands.

Twinkles of light danced across your finger tips and a soft giggle escaped your lips. You pushed your hand upwards and they flew towards the roof of your four-poster bed; you managed to ‘catch’ them in the palm of your hand.

You were so absorbed in your workings you didn’t notice the person walk into your room until the door closed behind them. You whipped you head around and scrambled back towards the wall, your eyes opened in fear.

Loki was frozen, his arms attached to his sides and his green open wide with a film of shock. He made his way towards you and you flinched. He ignored it and slowly sat down next to you. You pushed yourself further backwards and whimpered.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said gently. When your position didn’t change he reached out and tenderly placed his cool hand on top of yours. Your fingers moved automatically and laced his hand with yours. He smiled, slightly flustered and looked into your eyes, the sincerity crumbling your defences. “C-Can you do magic too?” He whispered. You nodded slowly.

“Will you show me?” You nodded slowly again and regrettably removed your hand from his. Taking a deep breath, and holding your hands out in front of you – palms upwards – and closed you eyes. The familiar tingling warmth spread through your hands; you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling. You opened your eyes hesitantly and saw Loki looking at them with keen interest. He slipped his hands over the top yours; the crackling red of your magic blended with the jade glimmers of his.

Before you knew it his face was inches to yours, his cool breath washing over your face. Your breath caught in your throat. He brushed his lips against yours, tentatively and bravely pressed them fully onto yours.

It took you a moment to process what was happening, but it was quickly resolved and you kissed back shyly. He slipped his hand up your arm and held your waist with it. He pulled back when air became the priority and smiled.

“I really like you, (Y/N).” He admitted, biting his lip, “It may be sudden, but I think you’re really cute and nice and you seem conservative and adorable and-“You cut off his rambling with a small peck.

You opened you mouth, ready to pour your heart out to this Prince, but again your shyness betrayed you and all that came out was a small squeak. You ignore the blush and rubbed your hands together, determined to show him,  and then opened them up – in a book like gesture – a small, bubble-like heart floating between you. He chuckled and poked it with his finger. It popped, spreading several smaller hearts onto the duvet between you. He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. You blushed heavily and he smiled against your warm skin.

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You waltzed into the large banquet, the long table accentuating the sharp corners. At the end of the table sat Odin, his wife sat on his left, while Loki sat next to her and his brother opposite. You walked towards the table and went to move next to Loki but saw a place set next to Thor for you.

You buried your confusion and sat down next to the blonde haired, god of thunder. Loki brushed his knee against yours under the table and you sent a discreet smile towards him.

Odin waved his hand towards the guards at the door and they disappeared around the door, closing it behind them. He turned his attention towards the participants at the table, sweeping his menacing gaze across each of your faces.

“I have called us here today to give the new of why, Princess (Y/N),” He paused at your name, staring directly at you, making you shrink, “Was invited here. I have decided that to unite our kingdoms, Princess (Y/N) should be wed to my son, Thor.”

Your mouth dropped open. Thor? You took a side glance at Thor and saw the same reaction as he was looking at you. You tried to show your disagreement to the subject through your eyes.

You boldly looked over at Loki. Angry wasn’t a powerful enough word. He was beyond outrage. His teeth were clenched, his face flushed red and eyes shining with fury.

 “If you excuse me.” Loki said hotly, pushing away from the table without waiting for an answer. You watched him leave and slam the door behind him. You switched your gaze to the table top and desperately held back the tears burning in your eyes.

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You had managed to escape the room soon after and practically ran to Loki’s room. You knocked lightly on the door and it was opened by a messy Loki. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into the room.

You almost cried at the sight of him. His eyes were rimmed with red, tear streaks on his cheeks; his room was messy with broken pieces of furniture scattered throughout it. You stroked your thumb on his cheek and he leaned into your touch.

“I-I’m sorry.” He choked. You pressed a finger to his lips. With a flail of your other hand you made a small heart on your fingertip and placed it to yours and his’ chests. He exhaled deeply and rested his head on your shoulder. You heart beat elevated with the sudden contact and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “We’ll talk to him.” He muttered, “I promise.” He raised his head, the cheeky glint sparkling in his eye once more, “In fact. Let’s do it now.”

He dragged you out the room before you could answer. Oh god.

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You were staring blankly at Odin – sat in his golden throne, his staff in his hand and leaning against his shoulder. You couldn’t look away from his glare, even if it was even from one eye.

There was a little space between you and Loki that you that you desperately wanted to close. Loki looked up at Odin with a determined stare.

“Father,” He started strongly, “Me and (Y/N) disagree with the arrangement you had planned.”

“How come? Is Thor not good enough for a critical, un-spoken lady?” You flushed at his words but clearly hear Loki grind his teeth together. But by now you were sick of being stared at like you weren’t there. Like Odin was staring through you. As if you were only an appliance to be able to connect your rich economic country with his struggling one. You were done.

“BECAUSE I LOVE HIM!” You screamed. The room fell to a heavy silence. You reached over and grabbed Loki’s hand, entwining your fingers together. “AND PRETENTIOUS IMMATURE MINDED ASGARDIAN KINGS, AREN’T GOING TO CHANGE THAT.”

You breathed heavily, face flushed from anger, your heart beating feverishly in your chest.

Before Odin could say anything you dragged Loki out the room and into the hall. You paced the hall for a moment, trying to relieve this new attitude, when Loki grabbed your arm.

“Wow.” He muttered smiling and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. You giggled and pressed your hands against his chest.

“You really love me?” He asks shyly. You nodded, grinning.

Loki however was nowhere to be seen, but looking out the dark window you could see his glossy black hair highlighted by the yellow light of a lamp post. His arms were defiantly crossed and he had no doubt a frown etched into his pale features.

You struck the counter bell violently and the cleaner looked up from her broom.

“Could I get 2 more shawarma wraps please?” You asked politely and gave her a brief smile. She nodded and disappeared around the corner for moment before coming back, two white wrapped bulges in her arms. She plucked them from her hands giving her a small, “Thanks.”, before tucking them in the crook of your arm.

You jumped off the counter and trailed around the table, brushing into Bruce as you went. You approached the door and carefully balanced the food into one arm securely before pulling the heavy woods inwards; The bell above tinkling and caching Tony’s attention. Another wrapper from Tony hit you on the back and a snort of laughter erupted from your lips.

“Be right back.” You called over your shoulder and you stepped into the cold air of the evening.

As you predicted Loki was sat on the edge of the road; his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. His mouth was enclosed with a metal muzzle, matching with the frame trapping his hands. A long rope was knotted to a loop on the hand brace and the end was wrapped around a nearby lamp post. His green eyes staring into the tarmac, a cocktail of fury, frustration and the hidden pale light of fright.

You slumped down next to him; your muscles sore from fighting and rearranged the food onto your lap. He looked over bravely reaching your eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You motioned to your lap and his eyes flickered towards the food, his eyes shining with hunger. You lifted your hands carefully reached up to his mask and your fingers enclosed around the cornered edge. You leaned you face closer to his and searched for the small button that could open the guard; Loki’s breath hitched and you smirked. Finally finding the stud you pressed it and it clicked open from the middle, revealing Loki’s pink lips. You realised how close you were as his breath washed over your face, making a blush blossom across your cheeks. You coughed awkwardly and moved back, Loki’s turn to smirk.

You tossed him a shawarma and he looked at before looking at you pointedly.

“You do realise I can’t eat it without hands (Y/L/N).” He commented as if taking to a child. You rolled you eyes and unwrapped it for him, not believing what you were about to do. You pulled a section off the wrap, careful to not let any fall off. His lips pulled into another smug smile and he opened his mouth.

“Here comes the aeroplane.” You taunted and shoved the piece into his mouth.  He choked slightly on it and you thumped his back with a small smile.

“I-don’t-feel-like-eating-anymore.” He wheezed, coughing and eyes watering. You smirked victoriously and wrapped the shawarma back up into its packet and tossed it next to your with the other.

Looking back at him you could tell he was holding in a shiver, determined to not show any sign of weakness around you. You sighed and rolled your eyes. You scooted closer to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. He instinctively laid his head on top on yours and sighed deeply. You fiddled with is mouth brace in your lap as you pursed and un-pursed your lips nervously. Your eyes flickered to him and saw him staring directly at your lips.

He suddenly shivered and you acted immediately; lifting his arms that were attached at the hands, upwards and ducking your head underneath them, so the crook of his arm fitted against the side of your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He asked softly.

“Keeping you warm.” You answer simply.

He kissed your temple making you spontaneously blush and gasp.

“W-What are you doing?” You ask shakily.

“Keeping you warm.” He replied smoothly. You rolled your eyes and buried your head fully into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. You hoped to god no one walked out the café now.  

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A rustle of leaves below alerted your ears sharply. You caught a brief glimpse of people below and thought nothing of it; people went for strolls all the time through this forest. That was until you heard the wisp of an arrow and before you could react. It pierced your lower abdomen and you screeched in shock. For moment you were confused when you couldn’t feel any pain, when it hit you like a ton of brick. The pain was almost agonizing; your muscles relaxed and you felt yourself falling through the air, the wind whistling in your ears. You felt yourself changing as you wavered in and out of consciousness, and now felt fingers, arms and legs.

You broke through the thick layer of leaves and felt a sharp pain in your leg as it hit a branch. You braced yourself for the impact of the ground but were stopped abruptly mid fall by two lumps pressing into your back.

It laid you gently onto the mossy floor and a blurry figure was leaning close to your face, and his long white blonde hair was tickling your face and neck; upon his head you could see a distinct crown made of stick with flurries of berries scattered around it. Other forms walked up behind him, their faces unreadable individually but undoubtedly sad.

“Ta inya.” (It’s a girl) The white haired elf above you called to the people behind him. You groaned as the pain slowly spread through your stomach. “Boe de nestad” (She needs healing).

Before you could protest, he had lifted you into his arms and pulled you close to his chest.

“Taar lye.” (My king) Another elf said behind him. He shot him a look and carried on walking with you in his arms through the forest to god knows where.

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You laughed violently and grabbed Legolas’ arms as your stomach started to hurt from laughing. Legolas chuckled at your reaction but had the wind knocked out of him when you flung yourself on top of him, still laughing.

You looked up at his amused face and immediately saw the resemblance of his father. You heart rate elevated as you thought of the elf king. He had saved you years before when he and his men were out hunting for the afternoon. One man had shot you, not thinking you were a skin changer and had almost caused your death. Thranduil had luckily carried you to the castle in time and the medics had save you, just leaving you in a weak state as you had lost a lot of blood. You had never stopped thanking him for rescuing you but he remained modest each time telling you it was his duty. You still stayed grateful at his actions and begged him to let you stay in the kingdom so you could help him with every action. He let you stay without a second hesitation and you had been his personnel assistant ever since. During the time spent with Thranduil, you found yourself investing a lot of your time with his son. He had quickly befriended you and beside Thranduil, he was the only other elf you loved.

Since your parents had disappeared nearly 5 years ago, you were thankful for Legolas for giving you a brother. Even though you cared for Legolas with all your heart, it was a completely different love than you felt for his father. You couldn’t imagine your life without the Elf King and imagined more of him and you together. You wanted nothing more than to kiss those irresistible lips that taunted you every time he spoke, and hug his muscled torso that you desperately needed to feel against you.

You were snapped from your thoughts by a quick pain in your side and you turned to see a grinning Legolas. His hands brushed against your sides again and you jolted. You shook your head frantically but his grin only widened and his wriggled his fingers into your skin. You started laughing uncontrollably and squirmed under his grip. He pushed you backwards so he was almost lying on top of you; still attack your sides as you screamed helplessly.

You didn’t notice the heavy footsteps turn the corner and a baffled king stopping at the entrance, staring at you and his son.

“Legolas!” He barked. Legolas immediately removed his hands and sat up.

“Yes, ada?” He asked confused. You pushed yourself up on your hands and turned to see a livid face of Thranduil. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you reached his furious eyes. He frowned further.

“I need to speak to (Y/N). Alone.” You gulped nervously and stole a glance at Legolas. He shrugged. You timidly stood up and followed Thranduil down the corridor he had come.

He suddenly turned when you were out of earshot of Legolas.

“What do you think you were doing with Legolas?” He asked through his teeth. You cocked your head.

“We were playing and he was tickling me.” You explained slowly, anger bubbling under your skin. Thranduil looked up at you, his eyes darkening and he pushed you against the wall. “M-My King.”

“I found you.” He started, ignoring my remark. “In the woods. You were a bird-“

“Yes, I’m a shape shifter?” You stopped him mid-sentence.

“I was mostly confused. You fascinated me. As I got to know you I realised something. Something I thought I would never happen again. I’m falling (Y/N). I’m falling for you.”

Your anger crumbled and you saw his eyes soften with every word. Your heart soared as he went on. When he was finished he couldn’t meet your eyes. You lifted his cheek to angle his face to yours, his eyes immediately boring into yours.

You leaned in closer until your lips met. He moved them across yours slowly, pressing you deeper into the wall and his mouth. He sucked on your bottom lip lightly, letting a small moan slip through your lips. He used this to his advantage and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You massaged them together and your hands crept up his arms and knotted behind his neck; while he did the same and gripped your hips. You regrettably pulled back and rested your fore heads together.