#midgardian reader

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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?”

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You had been one of King Loki’s concubines for five years now, there were others, but you did not know them, and you did not care to. You were Midgardian, brought to Asgard as a bargaining chip with a consortium of other women who faced the same fate. Odin’s fall into Odinsleep had thrown the Nine Realms into chaos and so the leaders of each realm had offered Loki anything he could possibly want to keep him satiated and avoid the possibility of war. Unfortunately, offering up their women was part of that deal.

Night had fallen and it was your scheduled evening to see to the king. You smoothed down your gown and followed the guard who lead you to your destination each week. As you waited patiently outside the king’s rooms for him to grant you entry you heard crashes and curses and flinched at the possibility of receiving this anger. He had never shown any hint of emotion during your interactions over the last five years and you silently hoped he would get the anger out of his system before the time came for you to enter his chambers. Another crash and the door was whipped open, the draught it created blowing your hair about your face. He merely stared at you for a moment before stalking back into the room and leaving the door open. You did not presume to follow him, and it wasn’t until he turned back to glare at you with a raised brow that you stepped into the ornate chamber. As the door closed behind you, you turned your back to the king and began undressing, hearing him do the same. Loki was known to prefer removing the final layers of a woman’s clothing himself and so you turned back to him when only your thin chemise covered your modesty. You saw his pupils dilate slightly and hoped that the hint of lust you saw in his face had done something to dampen his anger.

He stood before you in just his leather pants and you reached out to lightly tug the dark hair brushing his collarbones, for you had known the king long enough to no longer be timid during the familiar process. Thoughts of his previous anger melted away as he smirked down at you and his long fingers began fluttering at the hem of your chemise, slowly dragging it up your pale thigh. You wound your arms around his neck and fisted your hands into his hair, pulling him down so your lips could meet in a comfortable yet teasing kiss. Loki hummed into your mouth and suddenly you were in the air and scrambling to wrap your legs around his slender hips. Biting him lightly on his lower lip in warning you squirmed to get even closer to the god of mischief. He was being quite keen, and it surprised you. While he was never totally apathetic during your nights together, you’d have been hard pressed to say he was ever passionate. But this was different. Maybe the anger from earlier had ignited something within the king and you were to be on the receiving end of it. As quickly as he’d lifted you up, he was just as quickly dropping you back down again and you landed on the familiar plush green bed that smelled of pine needles and peppermint. Loki crawled up your body, kissing damp spots into the fabric that still covered you, until he reached your breasts and in a tingling green glow the fabric disappeared, and the god was lightly biting your nipple. You arched into him and moaned, once again fisting his hair in your hands and wrapping your legs around his waist. His leather trousers had also been removed and you could feel his erection jutting into your inner thigh. He moved to your other breast and when he bit down you let out a hiss of pleasure and scraped your nails against his scalp in your bliss. Foreplay was not something that you typically engaged in with the king so thoroughly -he was a very busy man after all- but you resolved to make sure it happened every time from now on.

All of a sudden a knock at the door tore you from your bliss and you saw a flash of annoyance in Loki’s face at the intrusion. He stood up from your body and, with a flash, was once again wearing his leather trousers. You stayed in place, sitting up on your elbows to watch him as he approached the door. Once it was opened he was obscured from view and all you could hear were the hushed whispers from the disturber of your pleasure. With a roar of anger from Loki and what you could only describe as a squeal from the other side of the door you jumped up off the bed and grabbed the green sheet to cover yourself. The king returned to the room with a red glow ablaze in his eyes and you trembled slightly at his volatile mood.

“My king, are you-“ A chair hurtled through the room and smashed to pieces next to you. It wasn’t aimed at you, but it came close enough to have you running to fetch your clothes off of the cold floor. The temperature in the room had dropped several degrees and your breath was now misting in front of your face.

“Get out.” His back was to you, but you could hear the venom in his voice and you stared dumbstruck at his back as a blue tinge began to creep across his skin.

“I said GET OUT!” Another chair flew in your direction and this one hit its mark, clipping you on the shoulder as you twisted to avoid it, the wood splintering against your skin. Not needing to be told again, you wrenched the door open and fled the room, bare feet slapping against the marble as you flew down the servants staircases and out of the palace.

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Two weeks had passed since the incident with the king and your assigned day had come and gone twice without you returning to the palace. Once the shock had worn off and you had time to process the events of the evening -choosing not to relive the more pleasurable parts as a matter of principle- you had realised that what you had seen when he had thrown that second chair at you was not anger, but panic. The god of mischief had revealed his true form to you quite accidentally in his fit of rage that evening. You had been told many stories of the Frost Giants of Jotunheim during your five years on Asgard and the vivid descriptions of them had caused your imagination to run wild. In reality Loki’s form, or the little of it that you saw, was far less terrifying than you had imagined. The following week you had continued to see your friends in the village and had pretended that your injured shoulder was due to a fall from your horse, which, considering you could often be found riding through the mountains of Asgard, was not a far fetched explanation. You had kept your revelation about the king completely to yourself both as a form of self-preservation and because it was nobodies damn business, not even your own, and it clearly upset the king to have revealed it to you despite your insignificance. You had decided not to return to the palace, assuming that you were no longer required to attend to the king on your usual days, and so on your return from the market a couple of weeks later you were surprised to find a palace guard outside of your home.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked, placing your basket at your feet as the guard handed you a sealed envelope.

“You are summoned by the king, miss.” He bowed slightly and marched off, leaving you with the envelope. You broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter to read Loki’s neat scrawl.

We need to talk.

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You entered the palace with more confidence than usual, knowing that the king genuinely wanted your body and  your company. You were so confident in fact, that you did not even knock on the door to the kings chambers before entering. He swiftly turned around from his position over his desk and the furrow in his brow softened when he realised it was you at the door. Moments seemed to pass whilst you stood and stared at each other, your confidence had left you when you saw his beautiful face and now you stood toying with your skirt apprehensively. Eventually you found yourselves meeting in the middle of the room and your heart stuttered as Loki lightly swept your hair over your shoulder.

“Hello, my sweet.” He murmured as he leant down and pressed chaste kisses to your jaw.

“Hello, my king.” You replied, voice breathy with a mixture of nerves and lust.

“Now, now none of that.” You pulled back slightly and quirked a brow at the king. He chuckled. “You must call me Loki. I want to hear you moan my name while I fuck you up against that wall.” He motioned to the wall behind you with his eyes and there was no way you could hold back the shiver that wracked your body.

“Yes,” the only words you had the mental capacity to utter, “yes, please.” A predatory grin lit up his face at your quiet pleading and he began tearing at your dress while continuing to devour your neck. It wasn’t long before he had exposed your bruised shoulder that had faded to an ugly yellow and without missing a beat he bent down and placed a lingering kiss against the discoloured skin.

“I am so sorry. So sorry.” Loki leant his forehead against your collarbone and you could sense his anguish so you drew your hands up to his hair and gently tugged so he would meet your eyes.

“I know, Loki.” You smiled gently down at him, his eyes wide and bright with emotion. You couldn’t help but pull him towards you and taste his lips while he hummed in appreciation. The king slowly walked you backwards, deepening the kiss as you went, until you felt cold marble between your shoulder blades. A soft ‘oof’ left your mouth and Loki took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your open lips. His hands were lavishing your body and you could feel the strain of your nipples against the silk. With a dip of his head Loki began his slow descent down your jaw, to your neck, licking across your collarbones and down to your chest, praising your body between each kiss. Before you knew it the man was on his knees before you, brushing your skirt up to your hips and pulling your leg onto his shoulder. You gasped as his arm wrapped around your thigh and his delicate fingers gripped the sensitive flesh. You had taken the initiative to not wear underwear beneath your clothes, you wanted as little fabric between you as possible and the king seemed very approving of your decision. He dove at your glistening cunt like a man possessed and it wasn’t long before his tongue had you mewling and shaking against the marble, hands tufted in his tousled hair. After you came down from your post orgasmic haze you smirked at the king and dragged him back up your body before surprising him by switching your positions and slamming him against the wall.

“Oh pet, that’s new.” He grinned wolfishly, but his eyes darkened and his jaw went slack when you tugged on his trousers and freed his cock, pumping it wantonly while gazing up at your king with hooded eyes. “Careful sweet or I’ll come undone with that look alone.”

“Don’t tease, Loki.”

“I’m not my dear. It’s been weeks, I’m extremely sensitive right now.” You stopped your ministrations and glanced up at Loki.

“Weeks? But it’s only-“

“Weeks.” He interrupted your calculations. Surely one of the girls would have seen to his needs only three days ago. “I haven’t seen any of the others since you ran from me. I haven’t wanted to, especially after I saw your selflessness and loyalty. Amongst other things.” He winked down at you and you felt your face catch fire at his insinuation. With the mention of your private…activities, you felt his cock pulsate against your hand and a bead of moisture dripped onto your thumb. Not knowing how to respond to his admission, you simply brought your hand up to your lips and licked the salty precum off your finger, all while maintaining eye contact with your king. He clearly found the image unbearably erotic and threw you over his shoulder with a low growl, marching towards the bedroom. You barely had time to register how wet the display of his strength and want had made you before you were spread out in front of him, completely naked among the sheets. It reminded you of your last night together, before he had lost control of his anger and chased you from his rooms. You wrapped your legs around his torso and pulled him closer to you, adamant that he wouldn’t be leaving you this time.

“Getting desperate are we, my sweet?” He purred into your ear, hands palming at your breasts. You whimpered in response and lowered your own hand to grasp at his cock.

“Please.” You whined. “I need you, Loki.”

That did it. The king bit down sharply on your uninjured shoulder and impaled you on his throbbing cock. You almost screamed at the sensation as your pussy stretched to accommodate his length. He lost control of his own desire and pounded into you. You welcomed it and cried out your pleasure into his silken hair, scratching your nails up his back and noticing that he had rid himself of his tunic at some point. Loki raised himself up on his elbows and watched your face contort with pleasure as he moved over you.

“Gods you are beautiful, especially when you’re coming undone beneath me.” You surged upwards to kiss the smug look off his face and you felt his hand creeping up your neck as he wrapped his long fingers delicately around your throat. With just one light squeeze from the man you saw stars and felt yourself gushing around his cock. Loki couldn’t hold in his groan at the feeling of your fluttering pussy and within seconds you could feel his hot come spurting inside of you, sending you into another otherworldly orgasm.

“Gods Loki, yes.” You moaned as you writhed beneath him until, fully spent, he collapsed half on top of you. Loki gently brushed your sweat soaked hair from your face and gazed at you with so much admiration you could feel your heart physically swell.

“Thank you.” He whispered and you shifted slightly to place a lingering kiss on his forehead, hoping it was enough to convey your emotions.