#viking loki

You’d been at this all week if not longer than you could remember, getting up at the crack of dawn to practice so that the other warriors didn’t run into you or see how much you were failing at what should be a simple skill to learn and being the daughter of the chieftain you were expected to succeed above everyone else.

You were an expert in axe throwing, sword fighting and of course a shield but archery was a key skill that all warriors must learn since it was often the first line of defence during a raid, along with the need for it when hunting both on ground and on horseback, but you could hardly master hitting a tree let alone while riding a steed.

In your eyes and those of your parents it was an absolute disgrace.

Taking a moment to regather your thoughts and composure, you treaded over to where the arrowhead had lodged itself into the ground. With little effort you pulled it out and dropped it back into the quiver that was strapped over your back.

On your way back to the village you heard someone call your name. You turned in order to seek out the source of the voice and smiled when you lay your eyes on your friend, Mari, who ran up to greet you.

“How did you go?” She asked, tilting her head towards you.

You couldn’t help but scoff as you imitated the arrow crashing into the ground. “How do you think?” You replied at which she winced. “That bad eh? Ah well, you ought to get it soon enough.”

A spark of determination flickered within you at her words.

The both of you walked through the village, attempting to ignore the obvious whispers people gave you as you passed but finding it rather hurtful than you had cared to admit. It made you look up at the sky as if you were searching for something… or someone.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Mari questioned, although her voice seemed strangely distant and it snapped you out of your thoughts.

Now you realised that you had stopped dead in your tracks and some of the villagers were looking at you curiously. You hadn’t meant to but you guessed it was because of the disappointing and rough start to the day that had left your mind wandering.

At least to the man you loved.

“Hey, speak to me.” Mari snapped her fingers in front of your face, making you jump.

You backed up and chuckled awkwardly, barely paying attention to her confused expression. “I-I must go, please tell my father that I will be home at dusk.” You said hurriedly before turning and running off into the nearby woods without a second glance.

It was a little while before you finally slowed your pace down, checking over your shoulder to make sure that you hadn’t been followed as you leant against a tree trying to regain your breath.

“Rough morning, darling?” A deep and cool voice spoke through the silence.

You jumped for the second time that day, head snapping up to the voice in brief shock and your hand swiftly unsheathing the dagger you had at your waist side. You haltered your weapon at the intruder’s neck but pulled away quickly the moment your eyes landed on the tall raven haired man, his piercing green eyes watching you with what you assumed was concern.

“Loki! Oh gods don’t do that!” You exclaimed, breathing out a sigh of relief once you realised you weren’t in any danger.

“Forgive me, I did not intend to scare you.” Loki said, his lips curling into a slight mischievous grin which only made you feel like it had been his exact intention.

You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him as you passed him and continued to walk deeper into the forest. Loki chuckled for a moment before his smile turned into a gentle frown as he trailed after you. He often watched you from up on Asgard, with the help of Heimdall of course, but he had noticed how much time you were spending out in this tree-filled terrain and it was beginning to worry him.

“Where may I ask, are you going?” He questioned, looking down at you as he spoke.

You couldn’t help but hesitate, it was moments like these that you were hit in the face with the fact that your boyfriend was a literal God.

“Somewhere…” You refused to look at him.

“Somewhere?” Loki repeated with a raised eyebrow at you and stepped out in front of you, blocking your path. “Don’t lie to me, I’m the God of Mischief.” He said firmly, his expression surprisingly serious.

You stopped, placing your hands on your hips and letting out an annoyed huff as you looked up at him and stood your ground, showing him that he didn’t intimidate you in the slightest. The God just crossed his arms over in front of him making it clear he wasn’t moving until you talked.

Sighing dramatically you rolled your eyes, “alright, you want the truth? I can’t shoot an arrow for the life of me.” You blurted out, “here I am meant to be the daughter of the seemingly ‘greatest chieftain’ and I can’t even hit a damn tree! I’m useless.”

“Now now, my fair lady Y/N, you don’t really believe that?” Loki asked with a light smirk.

He didn’t wait for an answer as he took the bow out of your hand and used his magic to lift an arrow out of the quiver, wrapping his hand around it and connecting it on the bow, shifting his gaze every now and then over to you as he took a step away.

“You see, it really is quite simple,” he paused as he pulled back on the sting, pointing the arrow directly at a distant tree, “all you must do is aim…” he let go, “and release.”

The arrow soared through the air and you watched as it whizzed past trees. There was a sick part of you that wanted the arrow to drop right then in midair, although your eyes widened a little in amazement when it plunged into the tree on the far side of the forest.

Loki turned to you with a proud grin on his lips, brushing a few stray black hairs away from his face, handing you back your bow and gesturing for you to have a go but you shook your head. There was no way in hell you were going to be able to top that.

“Oh heavens no, Loki, I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can, darling, here, let me guide you.” Loki spoke surprisingly softly and encouragingly as he stepped behind you, handing you another arrow and helping to line the bow up.

You began to tremble, a wave of nerves washing over you before you felt Loki’s hands wrap securely around yours. “Take a breath,” he murmured softly, “close your eyes and imagine the arrow flying through the air and hitting that tree.”

Doing as he instructed you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh scent of the forest around you, suddenly becoming highly attuned with every sound and creature. You pictured the arrow successfully travelling through the air all the way into the depths of the tree trunk before you exhaled slowly and opened your eyes.

You pulled back on the string with the gathered strength. “Aim...” Loki’s hand easily slipped off yours the moment you let the string go, “and release.”

The arrow flew through the air.

You turned to Loki, dropping your bow and sliding a hand around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, his eyes sliding shut as he leant into it willingly.

There was a distant thud as the arrow pierced the tree trunk.

He was on fire already, and you barely touched him, so he had to remind himself not to rush into it, even though he could scarcely keep a straight mind when your tongue was playing with his. There was no battle for dominance, you were two equal partners, and while you were a little less experienced, the mead and your gentle husband helped you find the right way. And you wanted this more and more every day lately, so there was no stopping, as long as both of you were comfortable with the actions in your chambers. 

Loki’s hands were scrunching the material of your dress tightly, as he tried not to explore your body without being sure he could. But when he felt a tentative hand on his chest, he opened his eyes to see yours were already wide open, and the hesitation and question written in them. He pulled away and smiled at you, letting you know it was ok, whatever you wanted to try. 

“I’m all yours, my beloved,” Loki breathed out, and your face lit up at the confession, which made Loki’s heart jump in joy. Just seeing your face all happy from simple ministrations like this was what he always wanted. He didn’t want to admit it, and he wouldn’t be caught dead saying anything like that, especially in front of his men, but he had always wanted to be able to be the reason why somebody smiled. Throughout all his life, it had always been Thor that people admired and wanted, him being the first-born and also the one with bright blond hair and a massive physique. And while Loki wasn’t a little man, he knew that Thor was the more Viking of the two. And people always showed him through their actions that he was right. He knew you didn’t have the chance to pick between him and his brother, and the thought made him waver in his actions with you. 

Would you have chosen his brother, just all the girls did before you? Hell, like even his own parents have done his whole life? Maybe you were just glad that he didn’t burn down your Ireland, and that was it. Anxiety penetrated his mind, and he pulled away even further, making your eyes squint at him. 

You could see his mind was elsewhere and you took a slight offence at that, but still, you could see he looked hurt and that pained you as well. You loved your husband, and whatever brought him pain needed to be eradicated from the world. 

“What is it, my love?” You asked in a hushed voice.

“N-nothing,” he muttered and headed towards the door. He couldn’t be there with you, no matter how much he wanted you because he wasn’t sure you wanted him all the way. You were his sun, and he would die for you, and all he wanted was for you to feel the same. At that unsure moment, he didn’t even think of asking you, of letting you console him as he wanted to just run away. Obviously, his brother’s visit influenced him a little more than he anticipated. 

But you were having none of that. It was no longer about sex and about becoming one person with your husband. No, the man you most adored in your life was in pain and you sure as hell weren’t one to stand by and let it eat him away. 

“Stop!” You raised your voice, and it actually did what you had in mind because Loki didn’t even make it to the door when his whole body halted to a stop. 

“You will come here, sit on this bed with me, and we will talk, like two adults, which I presume we both are,” raising an eyebrow at him you didn’t give him a chance to speak up again as you sat down and patted the place beside you. You heard a heavy sigh from the door, and for a second, you were afraid that he would leave anyway, but when you looked up, you saw Loki making his way through the chambers and sat down on the edge of the bed, a little further from where you wanted him, but even that was progress. 

“Now, what has happened, that one second we kiss like our lives depended on it, and the next you are walking away from me, leaving me wanton, but, what’s more, confused and hurt? Did I do something? Please, tell me so that I can fix it. I hate to see you this way,” you whispered, suddenly unsure of Loki’s reaction. As you knew, your husband was a very unpredictable person, and rarely could you actually tell what was going through that head of his. 

“You never had a chance to choose,” he mumbled and, for a moment, you weren’t sure you heard him right. You didn’t have a chance to choose what? You brows knitted together and thought of all that had happened in the room mere minutes ago. 

“I invited you in, Loki. I chose to spend the night with you the way husband and wife are supposed to, so I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, still very much confused. 

“Not that. Uh, what I mean is that you never had the chance to choose between my brother and me. He is the better man, he is the Viking, the one kissed by Gods who wields the power of thunder in his hands. Everybody always chose him, but you weren’t given a chance to, and now you’re stuck with me,” he sighed finally, and when he finished, you couldn’t hold it and started laughing. He looked at you as if you were a madwoman, as you rocked back and forth, just imaging the life with Thor and laughing some more because that would have been a disaster. 

“What’s so funny, huh?” He grumbled and played with his tunic. You needed a few more moments to calm your breath, and when you were sure you wouldn’t start laughing again, you scooted over to where he was sitting, and took his hand into yours, forcing his eyes to meet yours. 

“The whole idea of my marrying your brother is funny, my love. Yes, you are right that I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting your brother before, but I can assure you, men like him are not for me. Of course, he is very handsome, and I would be stupid to say otherwise. But you are so much more than him, and I’m saddened and hurt that you feel like this, because it means I haven’t shown you how much I love you and how much you mean to me, my dearest. Thor might be a true Viking, but so are you, and what’s more, you are the bigger man of you two. Maybe his physique is more typical, but it is your heart that is Viking through and through. You think of your people, and you care about them. You love a good fight, but, above all, you appreciate honesty and loyalty, and you act the way you want others to act. You are a true leader, true king, and I thank Freya every night for leading your steps towards Ireland and into my arms.

I love you, Loki Odinson, more than I have ever loved anyone before. Yours are the eyes I look forward to seeing every morning, yours is the smile I crave when I jest and yours are the arms I imagine are around me every night I go to sleep. I would choose you in any situation, but what you seem to care about the most is whether I would choose you before your brother. And I would, Loki. Your brother plunders his lands, he drinks too much and sleeps with so many women I bet there will be no left soon that he hasn’t touched yet. And that is ok, it’s who he is. But by Gods, I don’t want him. I want you, with your raven hair, with your beautiful face, with your kind heart, even though you like to tease me way too much. I love you and only you, and I will show you till the day we die,” you finished, and Loki’s eyes were filled with tears when you did. 

His body was shaking a little, but there was a broad smile on his face. You assumed nobody ever preferred him before his brother, and you wanted to go back to where he came from and laugh into those people’s faces because you won thanks to their folly. He was the best man you could have wished for, there was not a single doubt in your mind about that. 

Shame filled Loki’s body as he realised he didn’t need to fret about your loyalties. You truly did love him, and he was stupid for ever doubting that in his mind. What was more, you mentioned Freya and the Gods, and while Loki didn’t speak of it often, it filled his heart with even more love that you adopted his faith, showing him just how much you wanted this arrangement to work. 

“I’m the world’s biggest idiot, my love. I have the greatest wife the Gods have ever seen, and I act like a little chicken. I love you more than words can express, and, if you let me, I will be here forever, showing you just how deep my love runs,” he whispered as he kissed the back of your hand, and you smiled softly at him, before something a little wilder crossed your face. Loki wanted to ask what had happened, but you moved like a viper, and he was soon on his back, your body sitting on his as your face came near his, capturing his lips with yours. 

Warning: smut

He now knew that there was no hesitation in your mind and he was ready for you, your tongues once again dancing, conveying all the love that was between the two of you. Loki’s hands were no longer shaky as he slid them up and down your sides, caressing the underside of your breasts through the fabric of your dress and the little noise that left your lips just spurred him on. 

Loki was hardening in his pants, and he was sure you could feel it, especially when you rocked your hips tentatively, earning a groan from him. 

When he opened his eyes, he could see your eyes shining with mischief as you repeated the motion, making Loki grab your hips and push you further to his body. Gods, how he wanted to be in you and to show you that you never had to regret your decision to give yourself to him because he would take the best care of you. 

What you didn’t expect was to be thrown from Loki’s body in force as he mounted your body, gaining a different angle in his sweet attack on your body, and ripped your dress from your body. You wanted to complain and tell him that it took the sewers a long time to pull such beautiful dress together, but all protests died on your lips the second Loki’s mouth was on your collarbone, sucking and licking, and you suddenly the only thought on your mind was how good your husband’s body felt against yours. 

Loki watched with slight amusement how easily you gave in, and he loved that he had this effect on you. Your soft skin was sweet as honey, and he revelled in the taste of you as he continued on his way to his target. 

Your bodice was next to leave your body, but you no longer cared. Your hands were tightly weaved in your husband’s locks, your eyes closed as you enjoyed the little love bites he left all over your body. However, when you felt his breath between your legs, your cheeks burnt and you opened your eyes in a frenzy, trying to cover up. You were enjoying the moment a bit too much and didn’t realise where your husband was. 

“None of that, my love. I want to devour you, all of you, just like you deserve, my queen. Please, allow me to show Valhalla,” he murmured against the skin on your thigh, and one look in his eyes was all it took for you to give in wholly. 

Loki was quick to use it to his advantage, and he probed your lower lips with his fingers, hissing through his teeth as he felt how wet he made you just by a few simple touches. And he intended to have you gushing by the end of the night. 

You were a within and moaning mess by the time his tongue touched you in your most sacred place, and when he did, a long wail left your lips as you felt like you were floating. The pleasure was intensified by Loki’s low grumbling as he was almost close to his own high, just from tasting you. You were like the sweetest of meads and the tastiest honey combined, and Loki knew he found his favourite flavour. 

All it took were a few masterful sucks accompanied by his finger easily sliding in and out of your tight channel before you saw white dots in front of your eyes, and you screamed his name, your body shaking from the intensity of your first ever orgasm. Loki waited before your body stopped trashing and kissed your inner thigh as he ascended back to give you a passionate kiss. 

Your breaths were coming in huffs as you tried to calm your hearts that felt like it would just jump out of your own chest and go and join Loki’s in his own chest. 

“Are you ready, my dear?” You heard Loki’s soft voice in your ear, and when you looked at him, he was already naked in the bed with you. When he managed to get rid of his close escaped your notice, but, nevertheless, you still appreciated his chiselled body. He looked like the Gods sculpted him, and you audibly gulped as your eyes shamelessly roamed his godly body. 

He smirked as he saw the want in your eyes intensify, and he knew he had his answer. He couldn’t wait any longer, so he prompted his body on his elbows and took his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before he tentatively smeared it across your pussy, and your hips bucked on their own accord as your wanted to feel him closer.

You whined pathetically, and Loki laughed, kissing your feverish brows as he finally cheated himself in you. It was a tight fit, that was for sure, and he gave you enough time to get used to the weird pressure and pain. But the longer he kissed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, the less pain you felt and the more you wanted him to move. 

So, you tried to move, and when his rigged member slid in our velvety channel, it sent sparks all over your body and ended back in your lower belly, already building another wave of pleasure within you. 

Loki took the cue, and he rocked his hips forth and back, groaning loudly as he felt you squeezing around him. This, this was what the books talked about when the soul found its other part because Loki was sure you became one at that very moment. 

He couldn’t hold back any more, and he ploughed into you, still alert enough to hear any discomfort in your voice, but all he heard and saw was the utmost pleasure, and so he chased your orgasms. And he did, in a little while as he felt your hole squeezing him and milking him off everything he had to give, and who was he to deny your pussy what it craved?

It took him a few more thrusts before he came with a shout on his lips, his hips stuttering as he spilt deep inside you. You moaned as you felt him fill you up, the warmth spreading in your womb, and you suddenly craved to give him a child. You couldn’t wait for the moment you two started a family, and you hoped this was the first step in your shared journey. 

When he pulled out of you, the feeling of his seed flowing from your body filled your senses, and you smiled slightly. 

Warning ending

“I can’t wait to give you a child, my love,” you smiled at him, and Loki chuckled before he kissed you again. 

“That will be amazing. But I’m happy with the two of us just being together, for now. We have no reason to rush, my love,” he smirked, and his arms circled your waist as he pulled you closer to his body, enveloping you in his warmth. 

“I am sorry, once again, for earlier. My own thoughts almost scared me away, and I will work on it, Y/N,” he sighed into your hair, but you just shook your head and looked over your shoulder at him. 

“I will help you, Loki. You are not alone anymore, you’ve got me for both the good and the bad, my love. All I ask you is, please, don’t shut me out.” 

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, and you knew he would try his hardest to keep it, even though it would be challenging at times. But you were ready for it because this was your husband and you loved him with your whole soul. 

Safe to say, you two did not get much sleep that night. You were completely naked in front of each other, and you didn’t mean just in the bodily sense. Your souls were stripped of all its pretences and masks, and for the first time since your wedding, you saw each other for what you really were. Just two people craving the closeness of another person, marvelling at the love the other was willing to offer you. 

You talked most of the time, shared little stories from your youth, and you laughed till you cried when Loki told you about all the times he pulled some pranks at his older brother. You especially liked the one where he let Thor think he found a snake, and when he was returning home excitedly to show off his new pet, Loki jumped from behind a near-by tree and scared Thor so much he actually peed himself. Not that Thor would admit it now, but Loki was very proud of that particular moment. 

When the morning came, you persuaded Loki to get up from your warm and comfortable bed because you had guests and it would have been rude if you did not show up in the Great Hal to greet them. It took a little coaxing, but after another sweaty session and a shared bath, you were both finally ready. There was a sense of calm surrounding you, and you knew it came from within, from the place deep in your chest which had realised that Loki was truly yours, and while you didn’t expect it when you father told you to marry a Viking, you had your prince just like in those stories your mother used to tell you when you were little. 

As for Loki, he was beaming. Where you were calm, he was finally at peace, not only with himself but with the Gods as well. He always thought he was the cursed one because he had to live in his brother’s shadow. But if anything, last night showed him that he had his blessing, that his fate laid in your hands and in your heart, and that as long as you were happy, nothing bad could happen to him. He wasn’t cursed, far from it. He actually even started to pity his own brother as you two walked hand in hand to the Great Hall, where Thor and Jane were already seated.

Both of their lips were pursed, and they barely looked at each other, and while Thor tried to be his usual jovial self, Loki could see past the mask. His brother was unhappy in his marriage, and he sought comfort in battles and in women, none of which obviously healed the wound inflicted by a loveless marriage, still without a child to connect the two on a deeper level. 

You greeted the other couple and shared a meal which was filled with mostly Loki and Thor talking and remembering days past. You knew that Thor came for a lot more than to just see his brother and so you knew that the second the meal was over, the two men would go to a separate room to discuss whatever it was that Thor came for. 

And you were right. When they left, however, you could hear Lady Jane’s deep sigh and could see her body slouching against the chair, no longer feeling the need to pretend in front of anybody. 

“Are you alright, Lady Jane?” You asked with a hint of panic in your voice since you could see just how desperate she looked. 

“Of course, of course, lady Y/N. I just can’t help but feel a little relieved whenever my husband leaves,” she said, but from her tone, you knew it was a little more than her liking the idea of Thor away from her. 

“Is that all or is that something else on your mind? And please, I am a friend of yours, or, at least, I hope I can be, and there is no need for you to make up lies for me. You can speak from your heart without any fear,” you smiled at her, trying to come off as non-threatening as you could for her to feel comfortable to talk. 

There was a moment of silence in the hall, but you could see she was ready to speak to somebody, and why no her sister-in-law?

“Do not judge me, please, Y/N. I can see that there is nothing but love between Loki and you, and, if I’m being honest, I am jealous of you. Not that I would want to marry Loki, but you seem so happy with him and he always makes sure to do everything he sees in your eyes, and I want that. I want to look at my husband and see something other than a plundering heathen, but I don’t know how. My heart is at odds with my brain, and the longer I take, the more I lose him. And I fear that I might have lost him completely,” she sighed finally, and you didn’t wait any longer and scooted to sit beside her, catching her hands in yours as you tried to console her. 

You thought she was tough and determined to hate Thor, but you now saw you were wrong. She didn’t know what to feel because her upbringing probably prevented her from seeing the good in somebody that was so different from her. But all she needed was to open her eyes and her heart, and with some compromises and long conversations, you were sure the two of them would be able to work it out. 

And so you told her. You told her all about their religion, their parents and their village, you told them about all the things you’ve heard either directly from Loki or some of his people, and the more you talked, the more Jane’s face lit up. She obviously only ever allowed herself to see the bad in the situation, and you assumed most of the struggles of their marriage stemmed from that. By the time you were done talking, she was actually blushing, and you felt slightly bad for speaking of Thor as the worst of men when maybe he only hadn’t given Jane a chance as well. Well, now you hoped they would at least talk and try and get to know each other, despite them being married much longer than you and Loki. 

It was when you were done speaking that the two men emerged from the room they had been stuck in for the majority of the morning, and they both walked towards you. You immediately noticed the change in Jane’s posture, because where she frowned and diverted her looks before, she was now confidently staring into Thor’s eyes. You smirked and winked at Loki who just raised a brow at the whole scene in front of you, but you shook your head for him to let it slide until you were alone and you could talk to him. 

You bid the other couple goodbye and let Loki pretty much drag you towards your chambers. He kissed you intensely when you were hidden in the confines of the room. You were immediately smitten by your husband and thanked the Gods again for not having to care about such things as Jane. Which reminded you …

“I’ve spoken to Jane, and I think her and Thor might have started by the wrong foot, but I hope she will try and open up to him. I don§t think your brother is a bad person, and I think he cares about his wife, she has just never been given him the opportunity to try and fight for her heart. But I think when she saw us together, she changed her opinion on the marriage,” you smiled happily at Loki, and while you saw that he was happy as well, there was something hidden behind his eyes, probably coming from the talk he had with his brother. 

“What is it?” You whispered when he didn’t speak up. 

“Thor came for something, and I would be an idiot not to comply. Normandy seems to be threatening Wessex and Thor needs our army to defend his lands,” he mumbled, and the blood in your body ran cold suddenly. You knew this was a possibility, but you hoped it would never come to this. But you knew you couldn’t keep him in Ireland. Loki was right to say that he needed to go, and the only thing you were sorry about was that you wouldn’t go with him. 

You smiled encouragingly at him and kissed him again, taking him by surprise. He thought you’d be angry, screaming that he couldn’t go because the two of you just really started this thing, but you were smarter than that, and he loved you all that more. 

“Let’s just make the best of the time we still have before you have to sail away with your brother,” you smirked and pushed your husband in the direction of your bed, and he smiled wickedly at you. 

7 months later

You were standing on the dock, impatiently awaiting the arrival of the king’s ships. The messenger had come a few days ago with the word that the king and his army were successful and that they were now coming back. There were some casualties, but everybody assured you the king was alright, which did very little in easing your nerves. You would have to see him with your own eyes and hold him with your own arms to finally believe it. 

It was a long seven moons, filled with anxiety, fear, retching and tears, but also for you ruling over the whole of Ireland with Loki being gone. And while you have done quite well on that front, all the others were miserable. You needed him beside you to give you strength, and each day that you had to go without him was torture. So when you finally heard he was coming back, your heart leapt and you mindlessly caressed the protruding stomach. The little one you carried under your heart would finally be with its father, and you couldn’t wait to tell Loki. 

So, standing on the dock was excruciating for you, because you just wanted him there, holding you and whispering sweet nothings to your ear, or just teasing about something meaningless. 

The ships took another few hours before they were safe in the docks, and your eyes focused on the very first ship which you recognised as Loki’s, and it wasn’t until you saw the long raven hair with those emerald eyes that you finally allowed yourself to be happy. You didn’t care for the people around you as you pushed through them to be with your love. 

Loki looked tired, and you couldn’t wait to chastise him for not taking better care of himself, but all that could wait. He looked as desperate to hold you as you felt and when your bodies finally collided you thanked the Gods over and over for bringing him home safely to you. Loki laughed out loud before he whispered how much he missed you into your hair. And as you looked up, you could see the smile you loved so much, and he bent a little to capture your lips with his, moaning at the blessed feeling. 

It wasn’t until his hands tried to circle around your waist that he noticed something was a little different. His head whipped to your stomach, and his hands carefully caressed alongside your ribs and down to your pelvic bone, lovingly touching the small bump. 

“Welcome home, my love,” you whispered, and he looked at you with tears in his eyes before he knelt in front of you and kissed the baby bump in front of everybody. The whole army cheered joyfully, and you laughed in ecstasy, seeing that there was not one person who wasn’t happy with your pregnancy. No, this was the happiest moment they all had in a long time, especially Loki. 

“I love you, my queen, and you, my little warrior,” Loki said to your and your child before he stood up and kissed you again. 

“I love you too, my king. Ireland is delighted you are back and safe, my love,” you said back, and you just stared at each other like two love-sick youngsters, but neither of you cared. This was your life, your kingdom, your Ireland, and you couldn’t wait to explore the next chapter of your lives with Loki by your side and the little child in your arms. All was good with your own Viking. 

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@alexakeyloveloki @wolf-lover74 @matsumama  @songofcosplay @chxrryycola @water-bearing-bitch @mad4marvelloki @justnerdystuffs @fantasydevil2002 @queenofmischief @beeblebrox-be-damned @deephideoutmilkshake @galagcica @demon-goddess-of-night @lumar014 @winchester-wifey @lunna-does-real-doodle @brookepalmieri @magnitude101999

Marvel Taglist

@valsworldofcreativity @kneel-begyourpardon @lumar014 @ptrs-prkrs @angel-of-blue @fckdeusername @nerdygirl8203 @xoxosinister @thatpikachulover @blackjay04 @xxloki81xx @rvgrsbrns @brilliantbellesoares @paryl @what-is-your-wish @thatonechickcalledkim @jemzeraion 

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