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OC Pride Challenge 2023: Day 8-14: Tropes ✦ Tropes Played Straight ✦ Chosen Family  ✦ Gwendy Maximoff  & The X Men.

inspo by @squirrelstone        x      

When a group of characters who've been disowned by their own families decide to be each others' family instead.

i could be your family

Pairing: Loki x female!reader

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: The reader is bethrothed to Thor but upon meeting the official meeting with Odin and Frigga, Loki tries to convince her to change her mind

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The golden doors swung open, the weight of them sending a large echo through the room as they set firmly into the walls. You stood at the end of those walls, dressed in the finest dresses, adorned with jewellery, meant to impress the family you were soon to join. In front of you sat Odin on his regal throne with Frigga beside him. Thor stood at the front, in well polished armour, with a stern face, his brother Loki far to the left, hands behind his back and concealing a smirk. Your eyes seemed to stay on Loki more than was needed, so much it was noticeable. He held eye contact with you, inviting you to keep staring. Averting eye contact you picked up your dress and began to walk to greet the royal family.

This was your first official meeting with the family, though you had met both brothers before on numerous occasions from when you had snuck into Asguard.

“Your highness” you bowed once you had walked to the stage, your guards trailing behind you. “I am y/n of Valhalla” you said politely.

“The realm of paradise for the deceased” Loki mumbled, eyes not leaving your face. His expression was one of childish curiosity. In that moment you felt a slight pang of guilt, you had never told Loki you were the princess of Valhalla or that you were going to marry Thor.

After the formal introductions, Odin had declared that you rest before the banquet this evening, to which you were thankful as you were itching to get out of this dress and escape the suffocating stare of Loki.

On your way back to your chambers you felt a presence next to you, though you were sure there was no one there except the guards behind you. Magic? Ushering the guards away you stepped into your chambers and closed the door quickly.

“Who is it?” you asked, you were familiar with sorcery, you had seen many witches and tricks in your lifetime. So much so that you were no longer afraid.

Instead of answering a green glow erupted from across you revealing a smirking God of Mischief. He seemed impressed that you had managed to notice him.

“I deeply apologise for coming into your chambers uninvited” he chuckled, “I am Loki, Laufeys son, God of Mischief” he bowed mockingly imitating the formal introductions that had happened just moments before.

“Laufeyson?” you questioned, you hadn’t heard this before.

“Yes, laufeyson” he said, his voice warning you to ask no further questions. There was a pause, Loki’s eyes gazed at the floor for a moment before meeting your own. “I have to say, Princess Y/N, what made you willingly want to be betrothed to that wretched brother of mine?” he said sourly.

“How direct. Have you come here hoping that I would change my mind? Onto you perhaps?” you smirked in return, walking over to your dresser beginning to remove the complicated jewellery that was starting to irritate you. Loki’s smirk widened, he was impressed by your answers and how you took no notice of him playing tricks on you.

“And if I did?” he said boldly, walking to stand behind you, “would you do it?”

“to cause chaos?” you huffed, knowing exactly what was up this tricksters sleeve.

“Mm” he hummed, hands gripping the back of your chair, “you smell divine” he said huskily. You chuckled and turned to look up to his expecting face.

“I was told to pick from you two brothers” you began, watching as Loki’s eyes shifted slightly, “and I picked thor” you finished, spinning back round to fidget with another piece of jewellery.

Loki’s hands slid to your neck as he unclasped your necklace. “Why?” he said lowly.

“Are you that curious?” you teased. He hummed again, hands tracing your back which was exposed by your dress.

“I was advised that he was the better choice. That he would treat me better, and be a better King”

Loki’s hands went back to gripping the chair but rather firmly this time, something had snapped in him and you could tell he was trying very hard to contain it.

“I could always prove it to you” he sang, pushing himself off your chair and walking to your side.

“Prove what?” you questioned innocently.

“Prove that im better than he is. That i’m a better King than he is. Name it and I will prove it to you...” he said, voice barely audible as his fingers crept under your chin, lifting it so you staring into his curious eyes that never left yours. You allowed him to bend down and take your lips in his in a soft kiss.

But the God of Mischief wasn’t here to play, he now had something he needed to prove. Defending a truth that he knew could never be changed. Within seconds Loki had pulled you up and placed you in his lap so you were straddling him, deepening the kiss. He gave it everything he had, your lips feeling like heaven against his own. His arms slithered around your waist, pulling you closer against him, one of your own hands tangling itself in his hair. You pulled his hair back for air, earning a groan from the Prince under you.

His eyes searched your face for an answer, slightly stunned that you had allowed him to do that. Though his confident demeanour was back quickly.

“Convinced yet?” he said revealing his signature smirk.

“I’m afraid it’s going to need more than a kiss to convince me” you returned, your hand still gripping on his hair firmly.

“What more do you have in mind” he growled, eyes darkening.

“I have a few” you smiled, hands snaking round his neck, adjusting yourself on his lap.

“but first...” you said, biting his jaw gently, “get me out of this dress.”