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Steve was staring, he knew it but his mind was trying to catch up to what had happened. What had he just heard? Eddie was biting his lip, his Doe eyes round as he stared back at Steve.
Chrissy and Robin both shook their heads looking at the boys and walked to the hallway Chrissy holding onto Robin's hand, âI think you boys need to talk.â Chrissy had said with a grin on her face as she led her girlfriend to the bedroom.
âSo, what was that Tony was saying?â Steve began, his hands still wrapped around his stomach.
âToby.â Eddie responded, âand uh, he, well he said a lot of things. Some of which he should have been punched for. But, uhm, well, I know what you're asking about, and I don't know how exactly he knew, I mean I was actually dating him, but also he's not wrong. I am in love with my best friend, and, well, I, man, I don't know I was so scared I would lose you, Stevie.â Eddie was fiddling with his rings looking down at his fingers, his heart jack rabbiting in his chest.
Steve made his way to where Eddie was sitting, stopping in front of him, and then kneeling down on the carpet to get Eddie to look at him, he reached a hand up smoothing his hair back, âEds, I've been in love with you for years. I was terrified to say anything and lose you, but I would have given anything to be with you. I, I was planning to maybe talk to you about it soon, but I kept chickening out. You're too important to me to lose you if you hadn't felt the same.â
Eddie looked up at Steve and smiled before launching himself into his arms making them both fall gracelessly to the floor. They burst into giggles as Steve rolled them and looked down into Eddie's eyes, he leaned in kissing him on the tip of his nose watching his eyes scrunch, and placed kisses all over his face before leaning back smiling down at him, âHi.â Steve breathed, his lips still stretched into a grin.
âHi.â Eddie grinned back at him before pulling him down again and kissing him nipping his bottom lip, âso, does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?â
Steve snorted before hauling Eddie up into his lap, he wrapped his arms around him kissing his neck, and biting him once. âOf course, I want to be with you forever. I'd marry you today right this second if I could. I don't even care how clingy that sounds, I'm never, ever letting you go again.â
Eddie smiled, âGood, because now that you decided to give me affection I'm your problem now, and there's a no return policy I'm afraid.â
Summary:  The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thorâs betrothed, Tekiâs only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesnât find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isnât the only prince in AsgardâŠ
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character
Chapter 17: The Resolution
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Word Count: 2,424
Chapter Summary: Now that the truth is out, Teki and Loki navigate their way through the aftermath.
A/N: I canât believe weâre on the second to last chapter! It blows my mind that this has gone by so quickly-- I feel like I just started posting a few weeks ago. Also, sorry this is going up about an hour later than usual-- my classes got cancelled today, so I decided to sleep in XD
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Teki stood in the center of the Throne Room, struggling not to wilt under the scrutiny of over a dozen pairs of eyes. She had always known that someday in the future sheâd have to attend the Kingâs council meetings, but never had she thought that she would ever be the focus. The old men of Odinâs courtroom seemed to glower down at her like she was an insect they had accidentally stepped on as they bickered over what was to be done with her. Luckily, the friendly faces in the crowd were almost enough to drown out the tension.
Loki smiled encouragingly from his place at the base of Odinâs throne, rolling his eyes whenever someone said something particularly hurtful. Frigga too supported her with a warm grin. Even Thor seemed to shoot her a sympathetic glance every now and then.
Still, the council continued arguing.
âThe marriage engagement is in writing. We cannot change itââ
âThat writing is in blood. Would we have the daughter of a murderer as Queen?â
âWe should not hold the girl accountable for the sins of her motherââ
âBut what of Asgardâs reputation? What will other realms think when they learn how easy it is to cheat their way into royaltyââ
âThe circumstances are irrelevant. The agreement was made. To go back on it now would be to sully the word of the kingââ
The last few days had been a whirlwind. Teki felt as if she had repeated the same story over and over again at least a thousand times, to a thousand different people. At first, there had been the scramble for evidence, gathering anything and everything that might be used to prove her wordâthe vials from her motherâs liquor cabinet, the document of dissolution that her father had been forced to write moments before his death, written statements from Völundr and Asta (the real one this time). They had even taken her fatherâs journal, although that had been returned to her after they decided that the unfinished letter he had written to her mother was all they needed.
But once Ăslaug signed a full confession, the focus shifted. Now that she was good and caught, everyone could concentrate on capturing Osvald. He had been gone when Friggaâs guards arrived at their apartment to arrest him and hadnât been seen since. It seemed he had caught wind that the game was up and made a run for it, a thought which terrified Teki to no end.
âDonât worry,â Loki assured her one night, in the new rooms in the royal wing that she and Brant now occupied. âTheyâll catch him before long.â
Teki only nodded as she stared out into the inky blackness beyond her window, praying to the Norns he was right.
There were also the questions popping up now, everywhere she turned. Was she still engaged to Thor? Did the marriage agreement stand if it was made under false pretenses? No one seemed to know.
Some felt that since Steinn had opposed it, and since Ăslaug very clearly did not have Tekiâs best interests in mind when she agreed to it, that it should not be allowed to stand. Others were quite adamant that the agreement had been signed and that it must be followed through, for better or for worse.
Of course, nobody had asked Teki what she thought should happen.
Well... that wasn't entirely true. Queen Frigga had approached her the day after her mother was arrested to talk about the whole situation, and while she didn't ask for her opinion either, the topic of her engagement had come up.
"The AllFather is not one to go back on his word," she told her. "I doubt the betrothal will be drastically changed."
Her tone was encouraging, but Teki couldn't bring herself to mirror her optimistic smile. Of course she'd still have to marry Thor. The actions of her mother would have no bearing on something that had been set in stone for nearly her entire life. She knew this. Still, a part of her, the small, hopeful part that had dared to dream of someone else in place of Thor's hand, withered at the return to reality.
The ache in her chest must have been reflected on her face because Frigga frowned. "Is something wrong?"
Teki shook her head, forcing her features back to familiar neutrality. "Of course not, Your Majesty," she said with the same artificial cheeriness. "As always, I will be honored to wed your son."
For a moment, the Queen only studied her, as if searching for something hidden behind her eyes. "Yes," she finally said, voice distant. "My son."
It didnât even matter anymore. Theyâd all been going round and round in circles for what seemed like an eternity, and Teki was tired of standing there bearing the brunt of their speculation. She wished they would just sentence her to life with Thor and just end it already. It took everything in her to keep from picking at the sash of her dress in front of everyone.
But then Frigga stood, and the voices fell silent. âIf I may, my King?â
Odin nodded at his wife, and Teki couldnât help but think that he looked as exhausted with this as she was. âPlease.â
She stepped forward, addressing the council directly. âIf I am correct in understanding, the conflict here surrounds the question of whether Lady Tekla is suited to be Queen in light of what we now know of her mother and stepfather, yes?â A chorus of affirmative hums answered her.
The Queen smiled broadly. âWell, I believe there is a way to honor the agreement without jeopardizing the queenship.â She turned back to Odin with a respectful bow of her head. âMy King, you have two sons. If Lady Tekla were to marry Prince Loki instead of Prince Thor, sheâd still gain royalty, but not the throne.â
A flurry of whispers broke out across the Throne Room. For a moment, Teki thought she had misheard her. Wait, did she meanâŠ
She whipped to Loki, who was staring at his mother with eyes were so wide they were almost bugging out of his head. When his gaze returned to Tekiâs, there was a stunned sort of hope in his smile.
The King cocked his head to the side, seemingly lost in thought. He turned to his son. âWould you be willing to pursue such a course of action, Loki?â he asked.
The prince sprang up. âYes, I would, my King. That is ââ he looked back at Teki nervously. âIf Lady Tekla was willing.â
The collective stare of the council flipped back once more to her.
Teki inhaled. âIâIâm willing, sire.â
âVery well.â The King motioned towards Loki, who stepped purposefully off the platform and down to her side. âPrince Loki, you will take the hand of Lady Tekla in marriage. Prince Thor, you are released from your betrothal.â He sighed. âPerhaps now we can finally lay this matter to rest.â
Teki didnât hear the rest of what he said. Loki lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckle.
âMy lady,â he whispered with a breathless smile. She beamed, heart soaring higher than any wings could ever carry her.
âŠ
Going back to their apartment was strange.
It had been decided that Teki and Brant would permanently move into the royal wing of the palace, sharing a suite until Teki married and moved into Lokiâs rooms (although Frigga assured her that wouldnât be for quite some time). Their old apartment was gutted of all items of importance to be transferred to their new rooms, leaving only its skeletal remains when Teki and Loki returned for one last look through.
There were several things Teki wanted to be sure to get. Brantâs reading notes, for one, and his unfinished map of the tunnels of the Nine Realms. She wouldnât be giving him reading lessons anymoreâhe had already begun to attend proper class and was doing quite wellâbut he had confided in her that he still preferred her lessons. The music books gifted to her by the Queenâshe was particularly excited about those, because Frigga had ordered a piano constructed just for Tekiâs new sitting room.
âI hope you donât mind that I didnât ask you first,â she had said, almost apologetically. âI just youâd enjoy being able to play at your own discretion, without having to rely on me.â
Teki couldâve cried.
And then there was a dagger. Teki nearly had a heart attack when she checked under her mattress and found it wasnât there, only to remember that she had shoved it in her nightstand that time her mother walked into the room.
Loki grinned when she slid it out of its sheath.
âI had wondered what you did with that,â he said. âI never saw it when I would come over.â
She laughed. âWell, I couldnât exactly hang it from the wall.â Now that she thought of it though, it was probably a blessing that she had been forced to move the dagger to her drawer. As furious as her stepfather had been upon discovering she had taken her fatherâs journal, it wouldâve been infinitely worse if he had realized she was also keeping a weapon under her mattress. The image of Osvald advancing towards her flashed before her eyes, this time waving a blade instead of a leather book. Teki shivered. She sheathed the dagger, placing it in the box with her other items.
They combed the apartment one last time, a cursory look-through to make sure that Teki had gotten everything she wanted to save. There really wasnât much. It was a bit startlingâthis place had been her home her entire life, and yet she felt practically nothing upon saying goodbye to it forever. If anything, it was relieving, like coming to the surface to breathe after being underwater for far too long. She was ready to leave this bad dream behind.
Teki only hesitated at the downstairs table, staring at the same chair in which her father died. Loki came besides her, squeezing her hand in comfort.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked.
âNothing. Itâs justâŠâ She struggled to find the right words. âI ate here every single day,â she said finally. âMy whole life. And I never knew what happened right next to me.â Had her father been watching in frustration from the realm beyond? Had he been begging her to ask questions, to look for him, to discover the truth as she munched on her morning toast?
Tears were pooling in her eyes once more. Teki swallowed shakily. âI shouldâve done something sooner,â she whispered. âI never did anything. I just let it all happen.â
âYou were a child,â Loki said softly. âWhat could you have done? Youâve brought justice for your father, and for you. Thatâs all that matters now.â
She sighed. Maybe he was right. What she did or didnât do in the past wasnât important. Now, her father could rest easy knowing his killer would rot in prison, her plans in tatters.
Teki hoisted her box up with one last glance about the room. âI think Iâve got everything,â she said as she headed towards the door. âThank you for coming with me.â
âIt was my pleasure,â he smiled, rushing to hold the door for her. âIt seems thatââ
He didnât get the chance to finish his sentence.
Osvald barged his way through the doorway like a living battering ram, smacking the prince into the wooden door. Her stepfather didnât even spare a second glance as Loki crashed to the floor. Teki barely had the chance to scream before his fist caught her in her sternum. The box flew from her hands, contents clattering across the floorboards as she fell backwards.
No sooner had her head hit the ground than Osvald was on top of her, eyes as frenzied as wildfire.
âYou thought Iâd let it go?â he snarled, holding her down by her shoulders with his forearm as she struggled. âYou thought Iâd let you fuck everything up?â
She almost didnât see the glint of the blade in his free hand.
Norns!
Teki jerked just as the knife came down, cold metal grazing her cheek as he buried it into the floor beside her head. She grabbed for the hilt as her stepfather spat curses in her face.
Get it away from him!
He smacked her away, ripping the knife from the floorboards and stabbing towards her again. Teki braced her arms against his wrist, pushing against him with all her might, her eyes tearing up. Come on, please! Still, the tip of the blade inched forward, closer and closer and closerâŠ
Something crashed into the two of them. One moment, her stepfather was on top of her, pinning her to the ground, the next he was on the floor next to her, thrashing wildly as Loki fought to rip the blade from his grasp. Teki rolled to her stomach, trembling as she gasped for air.
âGet help!â Loki yelled at her as the two wrestled on the ground. Osvald landed a kick to his stomach, and he hissed in pain.
Teki struggled to her feet and tried to make a run for the door. Her foot slipped on one of the papers strewn about from the box and she tripped, slamming against the floor.
Behind her, Osvaldâs knife clattered to the ground. Still, they struggled.
Her legs were shaking too badly to stand. Teki crawled towards the door across the mess, unable to hear anything else over the pounding of her heart.
Without meaning to, her hand closed around the hilt of her own dagger.
Loki cried out, a short, quick gasp of pain. Â Her stepfatherâs footsteps vibrated deep in her stomach as he approached.
He yanked her to her feet by her collar and whipped her around, his fingers at her throat, grin wide and demented.
âNowââ
Teki buried the blade in his chest.
For a moment they just stared at it, gasping, the golden hilt crowning the fast-growing stain of crimson across his chest. He glanced up at her, icy eyes having lost their chill. Teki gaped back at him, frozen.
On the other side of the room, Loki pulled himself to his feet, eyes wide.
Her stepfather collapsed, a marionette with its strings cut, his blood splattering across the same floor he had so often beaten her against.
There's a lot that I don't know
There's a lot that I'm still learning
When I think I'm letting go
I find my body it's still burning
And you hold me down
And you've got me living in the past
Come on and pick me up
Somebody clear the wreckage from the blast
Yeah, I'm alive
But I don't need a witness
To know that I survive
I'm not looking for forgiveness
Yeah I just need light
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution
And the bars are finally closed
So I tried living in the moment
'Till the moment it just froze
And I felt sick and so alone
I could hear the sound
Of your voice still ringing in my ear
I'm going underground
But you'll find me anywhere I fear
Yeah, I'm alive
But I don't need a witness
To know that I survive
I'm not looking for forgiveness
Yeah I just need light
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution
It's a long road back from hell
Some stories I will never tell
Annie I'm almost home
And you hold me down
Yeah you hold me down
I'm alive
But I don't need a witness
To know that I survive
I'm not looking for forgiveness
Yeah I just need light
I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution
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