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A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “And he shows them pearly white”
A/N2: Reader is plus sized and over 30 years old. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Talk of masturbation. Please let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 289
Main Story
Amid the chaos after your engagement and before Nick has to leave for his kingdom, there are at least some traditions and ceremonies you find yourself enjoying. Hoviriand royalty traditionally gifts their betrothed a doberman for protection and affection, especially in the time between engagement and wedding ceremony. It is also a helpful gift for someone who is leaving behind their friends and family.
"Oh my goodness, I'm naming you Pookie!" you exclaim as you dote on your new friend. He seems to respond well to the name, even if Nick raises an eyebrow at it. You make sure to thank Nick and Mother for making sure the gifting was done early in the chaos. Petting Pookie helps your anxiety as you're facing unprecedented press attention.
The two of you managed to find some time to talk, even if it's just in whispers between photoshoots. There are things you know you need to tell him before the wedding night. Things that, you pray, won't be a scandal.
"I probably should have said something sooner, but I think I was still dazed from that kiss," you start. Nick's smile turns cocky even as your face heats up. "Though I've never actually slept with anyone, I have...Once I was 'too old' to marry...it's custom for spinsters..."
Nick's smile drops as he takes your hand and looks deeply into your eyes. "You can tell me."
"I've used toys on myself," you quietly confess. "I'm not...physically a virgin."
Instead of being aghast or even patiently understanding, Nick's eyes darken and he grins wide, showing off his pearly white teeth.
Leaning in, almost inappropriately close, Nick whispers, "if you're able, please make sure those toys are brought along for the honeymoon."
Oh my 😳 this honeymoon is gonna be wild and if hasn’t even started yet.
What makes me sad though is that, even though she decided to pleasure herself (which is good), she got those toys because she knew deep down nobody would be interested, marriage or not. Poor Emerald…. Nick will have to go very heavy on the praising.
I am happy you decided to go with Pookie for the name 🤭
The name was just too perfect not to use! And you know he's going to get the prettiest of collars!
You're not wrong about Nick having to go heavy on the praise. Good thing for her, he's ready to do so and he's already established that he doesn't say things he doesn't mean.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “And he shows them pearly white”
A/N2: Reader is plus sized and over 30 years old. No other physical descriptors used.
Warnings: Talk of masturbation. Please let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 289
Main Story
Amid the chaos after your engagement and before Nick has to leave for his kingdom, there are at least some traditions and ceremonies you find yourself enjoying. Hoviriand royalty traditionally gifts their betrothed a doberman for protection and affection, especially in the time between engagement and wedding ceremony. It is also a helpful gift for someone who is leaving behind their friends and family.
"Oh my goodness, I'm naming you Pookie!" you exclaim as you dote on your new friend. He seems to respond well to the name, even if Nick raises an eyebrow at it. You make sure to thank Nick and Mother for making sure the gifting was done early in the chaos. Petting Pookie helps your anxiety as you're facing unprecedented press attention.
The two of you managed to find some time to talk, even if it's just in whispers between photoshoots. There are things you know you need to tell him before the wedding night. Things that, you pray, won't be a scandal.
"I probably should have said something sooner, but I think I was still dazed from that kiss," you start. Nick's smile turns cocky even as your face heats up. "Though I've never actually slept with anyone, I have...Once I was 'too old' to marry...it's custom for spinsters..."
Nick's smile drops as he takes your hand and looks deeply into your eyes. "You can tell me."
"I've used toys on myself," you quietly confess. "I'm not...physically a virgin."
Instead of being aghast or even patiently understanding, Nick's eyes darken and he grins wide, showing off his pearly white teeth.
Leaning in, almost inappropriately close, Nick whispers, "if you're able, please make sure those toys are brought along for the honeymoon."
Oh my 😳 this honeymoon is gonna be wild and if hasn’t even started yet.
What makes me sad though is that, even though she decided to pleasure herself (which is good), she got those toys because she knew deep down nobody would be interested, marriage or not. Poor Emerald…. Nick will have to go very heavy on the praising.
I am happy you decided to go with Pookie for the name 🤭
The name was just too perfect not to use! And you know he's going to get the prettiest of collars!
You're not wrong about Nick having to go heavy on the praise. Good thing for her, he's ready to do so and he's already established that he doesn't say things he doesn't mean.
Summary: With the Queen Mother's health returning, plans are made for Loki and Thor to return to their kingdom.
Word Count: ~1k
Warnings: Eating disorders/problems, Past abuse, Past food insecurity. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, implied malnourished. No other physical descriptors used.
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"The illness itself has been deal with," Mage Beck tells the brothers. "But she will still need time to rest and recover her strength."
"Can your healing magic not do that?" Thor pushed.
Mage Beck lets out a small sigh at the question he hears so often. "If I were to use my magic to make your mother fully hale and hearty, it would not only be temporary but, when the magic itself faded, her body is much more likely to fail her because it has been overcompensating with the aid of the spells. Believe me, it is much safer for her to build her strength back naturally."
"I understand," Loki nods. Thor might have some more objections but if Loki is saying he understands, then he can pester his brother and not the other mage. "May we see her?"
"She is asleep, but you are allowed to sit next to her," Mage Beck confirms with a small bow.
The man hasn't finished speaking before Thor is rushing past. Loki makes sure to thank the fellow mage before heading in.
Tess gives you a look when you enter the kitchen well after most of the other staff. She's been gently urging you to eat more but you content yourself with the leftovers the other servants leave after the dinner rush. It's not as if you can eat much anyways. Besides, this way you don't have to deal with an overly crowded kitchen and the crush of other bodies against yours.
"I made sure to save you a slice of the crumble," Tess informs you. "Wasn't easy, but I know the blackberry are your favorite ones and the sugar'll do you some good."
"Thank you, Tess," you say with a hug.
"And after dinner you'll be practicing your letters?"
"Yes, Tess," you promise, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.
You know it isn't your fault your reading and writing are so poor. Your parents had never pushed your or your siblings to learn more than the basics. There were no books, no writing utensils. When Tess and Mage Beck learned of your low literacy they insisted on upgrading your education. Thankfully Lady Sarah, King Wilson's sister, was willing to teach you alongside her young sons.
"And if I spot any bit of berry on Max's face, you're gettin' a lecture," Tess warns.
That makes you smile. "I can promise I'll be eating the blackberry crumble by myself."
"Glad to hear it."
"My brother and I are needed back in Asgard, but Mother is not yet ready to travel," Thor informs King Wilson.
"She can stay here as long as she needs," the King promises. "I'm happy to honor the longstanding alliance between our kingdoms."
"You are a good man Samuel," Thor says with teary eyes. "We would have lost her without you and yours."
"And don't you forget it," King Wilson says with a smirk. "And we'll make sure whatever people you leave behind with her are taken care of as well."
"Hopefully she will be well enough by the next summit and we can take her home with us then."
As the two kings discuss the logistics of the upcoming departure Loki's mind keeps going to the servant girl and her dog. Maybe he should meet up with them again so Max can see Loki is no longer so distressed. He can still hear the dog's pitiful whines. Almost as clearly as he can picture your beautiful face.
The thought has to be squelched. He's an Asgardian Mage, you are a servant girl in another kingdom. It isn't proper.
But maybe a correspondence? A friendship? To keep up with your and Max's continued health.
The gardens are especially quiet today. All hands that are able are helping to prepare King Thor's caravan back to Asgard. In a rare moment of not being needed, Loki snuck his way out to the gardens in the hopes of seeing you. Though, if anyone asks, he's looking for that sweet dog he met to help him calm his nerves. Sure there were other dogs in and around the castle, but he can easily say Max is the most attentive to strangers.
His shoulders relax a little when he sees the little dog running towards him. He smiles when he sees you chasing after the dog.
"Oh, Your Majesty," you say between breaths as you curtsy.
"Loki, please," he insists, hiding the hurt in his eyes by bending down to pet Max.
"Loki," you repeat. "I wasn't expecting you to come back. Your people have been busy with preparations."
"They have," he nods. "But I wanted to make sure to thank you, and Max, before I leave. The two of you were quite the...comforting presence when I needed it."
"It's the least we can do. We know what it is to need that kind of peace and comfort."
"I was wondering, if...if it's not too forward, if I might...write to you, from time to time. To ask after Max. The pup has quite grown on me rather quickly."
If Loki hadn't had his eyes down, purposefully focusing on Max, he'd have seen your eyes round with shock as your jaw dropped.
"I...I must warn you, I'm not...my reading and writing skills are...lacking."
"Lacking?"
"I've got the basics but my handwriting is that of a child. Reading is a slow process for me."
Shame burns your cheeks. This handsome, kind, royal man must be highly intelligent to be a mage. And you're just a rescue who can barely read and write. The differences between you makes you feel so small, so unimportant.
"Then, with your permission, may I help you practice by writing from time to time?"
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literally like 95% of girls have stretch marks on their body and if you’re going to give them a hard time about them then you didn’t deserve to see her body in the first place
Summary: With the Queen Mother's health returning, plans are made for Loki and Thor to return to their kingdom.
Word Count: ~1k
Warnings: Eating disorders/problems, Past abuse, Past food insecurity. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, implied malnourished. No other physical descriptors used.
Previous--Next
Series Masterlist
"The illness itself has been deal with," Mage Beck tells the brothers. "But she will still need time to rest and recover her strength."
"Can your healing magic not do that?" Thor pushed.
Mage Beck lets out a small sigh at the question he hears so often. "If I were to use my magic to make your mother fully hale and hearty, it would not only be temporary but, when the magic itself faded, her body is much more likely to fail her because it has been overcompensating with the aid of the spells. Believe me, it is much safer for her to build her strength back naturally."
"I understand," Loki nods. Thor might have some more objections but if Loki is saying he understands, then he can pester his brother and not the other mage. "May we see her?"
"She is asleep, but you are allowed to sit next to her," Mage Beck confirms with a small bow.
The man hasn't finished speaking before Thor is rushing past. Loki makes sure to thank the fellow mage before heading in.
Tess gives you a look when you enter the kitchen well after most of the other staff. She's been gently urging you to eat more but you content yourself with the leftovers the other servants leave after the dinner rush. It's not as if you can eat much anyways. Besides, this way you don't have to deal with an overly crowded kitchen and the crush of other bodies against yours.
"I made sure to save you a slice of the crumble," Tess informs you. "Wasn't easy, but I know the blackberry are your favorite ones and the sugar'll do you some good."
"Thank you, Tess," you say with a hug.
"And after dinner you'll be practicing your letters?"
"Yes, Tess," you promise, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.
You know it isn't your fault your reading and writing are so poor. Your parents had never pushed your or your siblings to learn more than the basics. There were no books, no writing utensils. When Tess and Mage Beck learned of your low literacy they insisted on upgrading your education. Thankfully Lady Sarah, King Wilson's sister, was willing to teach you alongside her young sons.
"And if I spot any bit of berry on Max's face, you're gettin' a lecture," Tess warns.
That makes you smile. "I can promise I'll be eating the blackberry crumble by myself."
"Glad to hear it."
"My brother and I are needed back in Asgard, but Mother is not yet ready to travel," Thor informs King Wilson.
"She can stay here as long as she needs," the King promises. "I'm happy to honor the longstanding alliance between our kingdoms."
"You are a good man Samuel," Thor says with teary eyes. "We would have lost her without you and yours."
"And don't you forget it," King Wilson says with a smirk. "And we'll make sure whatever people you leave behind with her are taken care of as well."
"Hopefully she will be well enough by the next summit and we can take her home with us then."
As the two kings discuss the logistics of the upcoming departure Loki's mind keeps going to the servant girl and her dog. Maybe he should meet up with them again so Max can see Loki is no longer so distressed. He can still hear the dog's pitiful whines. Almost as clearly as he can picture your beautiful face.
The thought has to be squelched. He's an Asgardian Mage, you are a servant girl in another kingdom. It isn't proper.
But maybe a correspondence? A friendship? To keep up with your and Max's continued health.
The gardens are especially quiet today. All hands that are able are helping to prepare King Thor's caravan back to Asgard. In a rare moment of not being needed, Loki snuck his way out to the gardens in the hopes of seeing you. Though, if anyone asks, he's looking for that sweet dog he met to help him calm his nerves. Sure there were other dogs in and around the castle, but he can easily say Max is the most attentive to strangers.
His shoulders relax a little when he sees the little dog running towards him. He smiles when he sees you chasing after the dog.
"Oh, Your Majesty," you say between breaths as you curtsy.
"Loki, please," he insists, hiding the hurt in his eyes by bending down to pet Max.
"Loki," you repeat. "I wasn't expecting you to come back. Your people have been busy with preparations."
"They have," he nods. "But I wanted to make sure to thank you, and Max, before I leave. The two of you were quite the...comforting presence when I needed it."
"It's the least we can do. We know what it is to need that kind of peace and comfort."
"I was wondering, if...if it's not too forward, if I might...write to you, from time to time. To ask after Max. The pup has quite grown on me rather quickly."
If Loki hadn't had his eyes down, purposefully focusing on Max, he'd have seen your eyes round with shock as your jaw dropped.
"I...I must warn you, I'm not...my reading and writing skills are...lacking."
"Lacking?"
"I've got the basics but my handwriting is that of a child. Reading is a slow process for me."
Shame burns your cheeks. This handsome, kind, royal man must be highly intelligent to be a mage. And you're just a rescue who can barely read and write. The differences between you makes you feel so small, so unimportant.
"Then, with your permission, may I help you practice by writing from time to time?"
Oh pumpkin....don't think so low about yourself. You are worthy, Loki doesn't care if you can read and write or not. I think it could be interesting to see her bond with Frigga....it could bring her even close to Loki.
I also hope she takes better care of herself. I mean, it's normal that she can't eat much because her stomach is not used to it but let's pray she doesn't neglect herself.
Glad you are keeping writing this one because the plot is very interesting and I love Max. ❤️
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