#midgardian

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You straightened your posture on your approach to the palace, mentally preparing yourself to argue for your life against the King of Asgard. The guard who had delivered the letter was waiting for you at the entrance to the palace grounds, he smiled down at you gently and you couldn’t help but wonder if he already knew your fate.

“This way please, miss.” He ducked his head and began walking, you followed obediently, taking in the scenery of the gilded architecture and lush gardens before you entered the golden halls. As you neared what you could only assume to be the throne room your stomach began to protest and you could feel your heart in your throat. Your palms started to sweat and you lightly brushed them against the thin fabric of your skirts in a feeble attempt to dry them. The guard pushed open the ornate doors and announced your arrival but you were too fearful to look up and see the king as you tentatively stepped into the room. As soon as you were over the threshold the guard turned back and closed the doors behind him, sealing your fate.

“Hello, pet.” Hearing the arrogance in his voice made you bristle and you immediately looked up with a glare, but the king was not on the throne. He was instead lounging rather seductively on the steps leading up to the dais, biting contentedly into a rather juicy looking apple. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took him in, eyes raking over his leather clad form, savouring the view after weeks of abstaining from it.

You remembered yourself and dropped into a low curtsey as you stepped forward.

“My king.”

“I must admit, I am rather impressed.” Confusion overtook your features at his blunt reply. “I half expected to be set upon with torches and pitchforks as soon as you fled my chambers.” You huffed at that.

“I would never-“

“I know.” He interrupted. “I have been watching you these past few weeks. When you didn’t return on your usual day I was quite offended, but I understand that serving a monster isn’t to everyone’s taste.” His dismissed his own words with a flourish of his hands, apple disappearing, but you interjected.

“A monster?” You stared at him, gaining courage when you saw him arch a dark brow. “A devious serpent, yes, but a monster? No.” The man before you had the audacity to chuckle and then look amused at your confusion. “I didn’t return because you seemed quite insistent on throwing me out. Launching a chair at someone isn’t exactly a welcoming invitation to return. Your majesty.” You coughed lightly, shocked at your own insolence.

The king had the good grace to look sheepish at the mention of the chair and rose from his position on the stairs.

“Yes I sincerely apologise for that, I hope you can forgive me.” Loki stepped softly towards you, a contrast to his usually confident stride. When he reached you he extended his hand but hesitated, hovering over your injured shoulder. “Is it alright?”

“Yes it was just bruised, I told everyone I had fallen from my horse.” You shrugged, staring down at his boots and trying to ignore the blush rising to your face at his proximity. He let out a breath and you could feel the cool air from his mouth on your lips.

“I know you haven’t told a single soul about what you saw-“

“How?”

“I’ve been…keeping an eye on you. Magic has many advantages.” The smug smirk returned to his face and your eyes widened. What else had the king seen while he had been keeping an eye on you? Your blush deepened and he grinned at your realisation. You hadn’t been completely successful in your attempts to forget the pleasure you had been receiving from Loki before he had given in to his anger that night.

“As I was saying,” his tone was once again serious, “I know you have kept my secret. I just wanted to tell you how appreciative of that I am, considering you could have easily told the entirety of Asgard and I would not have blamed you.” You looked up at his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes as he regarded you with a look of admiration. Quickly looking away you bit your lip lightly.

“Have you always known about…about your true self?”

“No.” With that quiet admission, the king recounted the story he had been told by Odin five years before, about how he was not Loki Odinson as he had been led to believe, but Loki Laufeyson. A frost giant. A monster.

A shy look crossed your face and the king grew curious about your reaction. He lifted your chin with his long pale fingers, but you refused to look him in the eye. “Speak, you have not hesitated to voice your opinion thus far, don’t start now.” He demanded.

“It’s just…I didn’t think…I don’t think, that you looked that bad, your majesty.” Loki stepped back in surprise at your cautious confession.

“Oh pet, what you saw was nothing. A mere hint of what I truly am.” With a predatory grin Loki lifted the magic of his Asgardian form. His pale skin began to transform into a deep cerulean blue with raised markings appearing across his face and neck. You silently wondered if they continued down his chest. The change in his eyes was what startled you. The ocean blue eyes of an Asgardian king had been replaced by eyes that were now the colour of freshly spilt blood. You assumed this big reveal was an attempt to scare you so that you would proclaim him to be the monster he truly thought he was. But you just didn’t see it. He still looked like Loki, the man you had shared a bed with each week for five long years. He didn’t intimidate you, you felt sad for him but you knew if he sensed your pity it would reignite his anger. You smiled up at him gently.

“I’ve seen worse, my king. Nothing in the Nine Realms is more monstrous than Volstagg the morning after a night of feasting and heavy drinking.” You chuckled to yourself at the mental image.

Your genuine lack of fear surprised the god of mischief and he returned to his Asgardian form without comment. Loki’s silence was very loud and you glanced up at him. The man looked awestruck and simply managed to blink at you rather owlishly.

“Will you please come back?” He asked, almost nervously.

“Come back, my king?”

“On your usual days. Will you please come back to me?”

“Would you look at that hunk of a man?” “He’s absolutely gorgeous.”

The laptop screen shone bright against the dark walls of your friends room. The image on projected was that of a Australian actor who had become popular in the US. Oh, and he was shirtless. “Id let him tie me to the bed.” You clutched your stomach from laughing at your best friends’ naughty but true remark.

While in the corner of her bedroom sat a grumpy looking God of Thunder; who had been silent with his arms crossed the entire time.

You were an Asgardian warrior who had been sent on a mission to Earth and had made a couple of friends while you were there. Thor, your lifelong friend, had come to check up on you due to you being gone for so long; he did not seem delighted by what he came back to though.

"Can you maybe not go on and on about this crush of yours?” he murmured through his pouted lips.

You both stopped your giggling to look at the god. “Thor it’s not an actual crush it’s more like um...what’s the phrase?” You turned to your friend, “Eye candy.” “Yes! Eye candy Thor that’s all.” You said as he started to stand from the bean bag he was sitting on but paused at your choice of words.

“...Candy for the eye? You’re both speaking nonsense right now.” He scoffed, picked up Mjolnir, and started to walk out of your friends dorm room.

“Hey wait up!” You yelled after him as he stormed off. His furious strides led Thor to a small garden on campus with a running fountain in the middle and wooden benches creating a U shape around the perimeter of the area.

Brown and burnt orange leaves scattered the ground; the trees surrounding the garden were almost barren. Thor had come to a stop at the sight of the radiant fountain.

It had two layers, the first held two leaping fish, while on the second sat a strikingly beautiful woman holding a spear which spewed water.

You saw him admire the sculpture atop the fountain and took gentle steps towards him. “Are you okay...? Why did you seem so enraged back there?”

He turned slowly and you caught sight of his flushed face. His lips were wedged together tight and his fists were clenched.

“(Y/n) how long have we known each other?” He asked. “As long as I can remember wh-” he rushes up to you and grabbed your hands from your pockets; his breath felt hot and heavy against your face.

“Surely...surely it must be obvious! I was...I got jealous...” his eyes cast downward in shame as he realized how ridiculous his demeanor was.

You, on the other hand, were shocked. Your eyes narrowed in disbelief and confusion. The Prince of Asgard was jealous? “ Thor I- do you have feelings for me?” You took a step back from him and removed your hands from his anxious grasp.

He saw the way you looked at him and straightened his posture, “Yes...I suppose I do. But I totally and completely understand if you do not feel the same. You don’t have to abide to my wishes just because I’m a prince you know you can turn me down which, yes, would hurt very much but I’d understand. Of course It’s all up to you I-”

“Shut up.” You cut him off as you filled the space between the two of you. Grabbing onto his neck, you moved your lips against his; he stood rigid for a moment before melting into your embrace.

His hands traveled from his sides, to your lower back, barely grazing your neck, and up into your hair. After a few seconds of this you pulled apart for air.

He carefully held your head and placed his forehead on yours. When you opened your eyes you saw his baby blues staring right back at you with a smile spread across his face.

You laughed at how flustered he had become while he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “We should’ve done that sooner.” You said nervously, realizing what you had just done.