Loki x Reader - Partners: Ch 41

“You never told me the horse’s name.” You muttered to Loki as the three of you rode back to the palace.

“Arya.” Loki replied.

“Arya.” You repeated, “I like it.”

When you returned to the stables, Loki easily slid from his saddle before helping you down. He nodded sharply at the two stable boys who also took Thor’s horse after he had dismounted.

“Why don’t you show my wife Arya’s stable?” Loki asked the two boys.

You shrugged and followed after them, curious what it looked like.

“So what does Arya think of (Y/n)?” Thor asked when you were out of earshot.

Loki rolled his eyes, “She’s quite fond of (Y/n) actually. But she’s hell bent on…” Loki trailed off. Thor raised an eyebrow curiously. “She wants to know how long she’ll have to wait to meet our children.” Loki covered his face with his hand, blushing slightly.

Thor laughed loudly, then suddenly became serious, “(Y/n) isn’t… she’s not going to be-?” Thor stopped abruptly, eyes widening.

Loki quickly shook his head, “No, no, of course not.” Then he looked down sadly. “Not that we’re ready by any means.” He was quiet.

Thor stared at Loki silently, then asked, “You don’t want children?” He thought of Jane and how excited he was to be a father.

“(Y/n) is human.” Loki whispered, looking back up.

“So? Jane is also.”

Loki shook his head, “I’m not Asgardian.” He whispered bitterly, “You know what monsters they,” he grit his teeth, “we are.”

Thor placed his hand on Loki’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “My brother and my friend, I’m certain (y/n) would agree with me that you are no monster. You have been misguided, used, and lost before, but I have never truly lost hope for you. I am ashamed to admit I doubted you at one time, but in my heart, I knew and still know, that you are my brother.”

Loki nodded slowly, smiling weakly, “(Y/n), my wife, she said she wishes to see me in my true form.”

“And that is why I’m certain she loves you as much as you love her.” Thor grinned, “Now let us rid ourselves of these troubling thoughts and feast and make merry.”

At that moment, you walked out of the stables, “Feast?” You repeated excitedly as your stomach growled loudly. You glanced down sheepishly.

“Yes.” Loki walked over and scooped you into his arms, kissing you gently. “Let us make merry.” Thor coughed and Loki looked at you apologetically, “You will need to wear a dress again.”

You groaned, “Fine. Just for you. Now put me down.”

“I’ll see you two at the feast.” Thor mumbled, walking away.

Loki nuzzled his face against your chest, “I don’t think I will.” He murmured into the material of your shirt before walking with you back inside.

“Loki…” You growled, struggling to get down.

Loki gripped you tighter, “No.”

A few guards glanced over as you continued to protest. They couldn’t help wonder the state of your relationship. Loki was known for mischief after all. He had broken many hearts in his time, but it was believed that he never truly loved anyone. Was this mortal woman any different?

“Loki Laufeyson.” You growled struggling harder against him.

Loki pressed you tighter, squeezing your arms against your sides, his eyes slowly lighting up in amusement.
“Yes love?”

“Please?” You whispered, pouting your lip out.

Loki glanced down and saw your expression. If he gave in to that sweet and pitiable look now, he knew he would never be a free man again. You would always be able to get your way.  You blinked sweetly.
Loki groaned, “You are a cruel woman.” He sighed and put you down.

Instantly you smirked and leaned into him triumphantly. “You love me.”

“More than you know.” He muttered.

By now you had arrived at your shared quarters. Loki opened the door and you entered first.
After a mild argument, you agreed to wear yet another dress. You had conceded that dressing like a princess could be fun.

As Loki took your hand, leading you to the dining hall, he spoke to you softly, “Tomorrow there will be a ball on your behalf. You are essentially a princess of this realm now.”

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes, and you deserve to have the Asgardian wedding that Midgard could not give you.”

You grinned, “Only if you want to.”

-

You arrived at the dining hall and dined and drank with the many warriors. All of them were excited to meet the wife of the famed younger prince. Their curiosity of who had stolen his heart was greatly piqued. You, Loki, Sif, Thor and the warriors three drank happily into the night. Loki and Thor challenged each other to a drinking contest, competing long after the other warriors gave in. You were careful to sip your alcoholic drinks, wanting to match the length of time Loki would be drinking.

Eventually the brothers were singing together, speeches slurred, but all around jovial. Soon the alcohol and food combined grew too much for you and you started to drift to sleep, leaning against the table.

Loki stumbled over to you and whispered into your ear, “Perhaps we should call it a night?” He murmured, a drunken smile still spread on his face.

You nodded and stood up, leaning against him heavily. The two of you slowly wound your way back through the halls to bed.
Neither of you could be bothered to change and simply passed out as soon as you landed on the soft mattress.

-

In the morning, Loki woke up moaning in pain. The loud sounds quickly woke you up and you echoed his misery, covering your eyes as you desperately tried to stop the throbbing in your head.

Once again, there was a knocking at the door. You curled into a ball until Loki came back carrying two glasses of the fizzy purple drink. You downed it desperately, waiting for the effects to take hold.

“Maybe easy on the drinking tonight.” You mumbled as you ate.

Loki nodded, “It’s been quite some time since I drank that much.” Then he sighed, “We have a ball to attend tonight though.”

“Right.” You moved over and laid your head on the pillow, closing your eyes. Even if the drink took the away the pain, you had still stayed up until the early hours of the morning and you were exhausted.

Loki magicked his leather garb off until he was back in his black fleece pajama bottoms and shirtless. “Midgardians did well with this material.” He murmured.

“Score one for humanity.” You replied as you curled into his side.

Loki wrapped his arm around you, tracing lazy patterns on your stomach. He sighed, “I would really like to have you right now.”

You kept your eyes closed as you shook your head, “Sleep now.”

Loki kissed your head and stroked your hair gently. “Alright.”

-

The two of you spent much of the day dozing. It was early afternoon when you finally got up.
You looked down at your wrinkled dress and sighed. “Guess I can’t wear this again.”

Loki chuckled and pointed to a hanger near the door. There was a grand gown, more beautiful than you had ever seen. “It’s a special occasion.” He smirked.

You grumbled softly but didn’t argue.

-

Not too much later, you and Loki started getting ready. After you finished washing in Loki’s spacious bathroom, you walked out to see Loki studying himself in the mirror.

He was wearing his green cloak and gold horns, shifting this way and that as he reaccustomed himself to the familiar weight.

He turned around to see you without any clothes and his mouth fell open, eyes darkening instantly. “Love?”
You sashayed slowly to your dress, making sure to move as seductively as possible before slowly slipping into the gown.
Loki walked toward you, eyeing you hungrily. As you straightened back up, you cast a demure look over your shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Loki swallowed hard, his voice husky.

“Just reminding you of my promise.” You leaned forward and kiss him deeply before quickly backing away before he could touch you.

Loki frowned and glared at you. “It’s not nice to tease your king.” He growled.

“I’m not teasing,” you whispered innocently, “Just reminding. Jotun or nothing.”

Loki crossed his arms and shook his head. Then a smirk crossed his face.
You eyed him warily, reminding yourself that you were challenging the ‘god of mischief’.

“Two can play at that game, love. I’m certain you enjoyed our wedding night as much as I did.”

You licked your lips slowly, “I’m certain I can hold out longer.”

Loki stepped forward and stroked your side, hand trailing down your stomach and stopping just shy of where you’d have liked. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering at his touch.

“Can you?” He growled. He leaned in closer and kissed your throat, then trailed his tongue down your jaw until his lips were right at your ear. “Can you truly elude me?” His whispered voice barely loud than a breath.

You felt your knees quiver and you stepped away. Cheeks flushed and breathing heavily, you nodded, “Yes, after all, we have a ball to attend.”

“Of course, my lady.” Loki smirked, noting your dilated pupils. He held his arm out to you and you took it.

You smiled smugly, appreciating that his eyes were just as dark. This ball and banquet would hopefully do well to prevent you breaking your promise.

You were very wrong.

-

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As you sat beside Loki, eating quietly and joining in the lively conversations, you fought to ignore the onslaught of dirty whispers he was giving you. Any time Loki had to lean near you, he would continue his quiet profanities; and he found many opportunities to lean near you. You frowned at one particularly obscene promise, trying to hide your blush.

Finally you shot an angry glare at Loki. He simply smiled innocently as one of the people around you asked about your well-being. You assured them you were fine with a forced smile.

Someone asked Loki a question and you took the opportunity to slide your hand up his thigh, stopping to apply the faintest pressure.

Loki gasped and looked down at you. This time you smiled innocently and continued your conversation with the person on your other side

Before Loki could retaliate, the meal was declared over and the tables were quickly moved to the side. Everyone waited expectantly for the guest of honor, you, to take the floor. Loki gently held your hand and led you out onto the dance floor.

“Truce?” You asked quietly.

“For tonight, I can agree.” Loki responded with a small smile as the two of you started to glide around the room.

You were quickly joined by the rest of the assembly.

“This is your special moment after all.” Loki continued in a soft voice.

“Our special moment.” You kissed him gently; a simple reminder that no matter what, you loved him completely.

Loki gently kissed you back. “Yes.”

After numerous songs, you started to grow tired and Loki led you outside to one of the many balconies. You were pleasantly surprised to find that they overlooked the gardens.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, leaning against the rail.

Loki leaned against you, head on your shoulder as he gazed out over the land with you. “It truly is.”

“Hey Loki?” You turned around and Loki stepped back.

“Yes love?”

“Yesterday, with Jacobir,” Loki frowned at the memory, “how badly he thinks of humans.” You spoke slowly, afraid to voice your fears aloud. “I just want to be good enough for you.” You whispered quietly.

Loki looked at you surprised. “Good enough for me? How could you not be? With my true heritage especially… you are certainly too good for me.” Loki looked down at the ground sadly, “You know what monsters those beasts are.”

You gently touched Loki’s cheek so he looked up at you. “You think you’re a monster and not good enough for me, and I’m a human and don’t think I’m good enough for you.”

“Where does that leave us?” Loki murmured, a half smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Needing to probably give ourselves some slack, and maybe, just good enough for each other?” You matched his hesitant expression.

Loki leaned forward and kissed you gently, “I think that’s perfect.”

You placed your hands on his chest and leaned your head against him, resting in the crook of his neck. Loki wrapped his arms around you and held you closely. The two of you swayed quietly as the music from the hall drifted to your place on the balcony.

Finally Loki broke your shared calm silence, “Shall we return to the others?”

“Alright.”

-

As you returned to the dancefloor, you were stopped by Thor. He smiled at the sight of the two of you holding hands.
“Lady (y/n), you look beautiful.”

You smiled, “Thanks Thor.”

Thor turned to Loki, an anticipatory look on his face, “Brother, I’m so happy for you two. You look well also.” He started to ramble about how pleased he was for the pair of you and the lovely arrangements of the ball.

Finally Loki rolled his eyes and interrupted Thor, “Get going.”

“What?” Thor was having a challenging time feigning disappointment at being kicked out of the party; though he did seem genuinely confused.

“It’s our night and we’re fine. Go back to your mortal,” Loki paused, “to your wife.” You glanced up at Loki and he sighed, “To Jane. Go back to Jane. She’s pregnant and I know you two want to be together. Asgard is in good hands with-“ Thor stepped forward and gripped Loki tight in a bear hug, squeezing the breath out of him.

“Thank you brother!” Thor pulled away and gently kissed your hand as Loki massaged his bruised ribs. “Until we speak again. You’ll keep us informed of the rest of your honeymoon, yes?”

You grinned, “Absolutely.”

Thor bowed his head before turning and hurrying away, it was clear that he was fighting the urge to run.

Loki hummed thoughtfully, “I hadn’t really considered where we would spend our time after this.”

“Me neither,” you confessed. Then you smiled again, “Well, we have all the time in the world, shall we dance more, my king?”

You missed the faint look of sadness in Loki’s eyes, for he quickly smiled and bowed low. “Absolutely.”

-

The next day was spent roaming the castle, meeting the many staff and guards, as well as nobility of Asgard and many visiting realms. Loki fell back easily into the rhythm of royal duties. You were having a harder time, fidgeting occasionally as you forced yourself into polite frivolities. Training as a spy, allowing you to adapt to any situation helped greatly, but you were still very much out of your element. More than a few times, Loki would look over at you during a conversation and frown apologetically.

“Thank you love,” Loki whispered as you sat through one particularly boring meeting.

You nodded tiredly. More than anything, you wanted to be with Loki, but at the same time, you desperately missed your job as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
In between meetings, Loki could see the clear conflict on your face. After that meeting, Loki managed to offer you an excuse to retire to your room for the night. You breathed out a heavy sigh of relief and pecked Loki on the cheek before moving as fast as you could back to the room. Loki slowly shook his head, then entered another room, bracing himself for yet another meeting.

You got back to the room and collapsed onto one of the seats by the fire. Grabbing one of the ancient tomes Loki had left on the table, you started to read.
An hour or so later, you were lost in the story and barely registered the door click open. Your eyes flicked up long enough to realize it was Loki and no threat, before continuing again with the book.

Loki slowly crossed the room and sank to his knees beside your legs. He gently rested his head on your lap and started to stroke your legs, smiling softly.

You glanced down from the book, mirroring his content expression. After a moment you positioned the book so you held it in one hand and used your free hand to gently stroke his hair. Your fingers slid through the feathery raven strands, sometimes moving to his back and rubbing his sore muscles.
Loki hummed in content, closing his eyes, as he enjoyed your touch.
Finally you set the book down as Loki turned his face to look at you, his other cheek now resting on your legs.

“Now that I’m here with you like this,” Loki murmured softly before trailing off. “I hadn’t realized just how much I was missing. I truly wish we had done this sooner.”

You rubbed his back and nodded, “Me too. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time to realize it.”

“Perhaps I’m not the dumbass after all.” Loki smirked, raising an eyebrow.

You moved your hand up to stroke his cheek. “No, you’re still my dumbass, but maybe I’m not quite so smart either.” Your other arm was propping your head up as you stared down at him lovingly.

Loki chuckled softly, “Very well love. Should we get some sleep?”

As if on cue, you let out a large yawn. “Yea, probably.”

You could practically see Loki’s mind working as his eyes sparkled mischievously. “Or perhaps, you should relax first. It’s been quite a long day and you look tired.”

You eyed him suspiciously, “Loki Laufeyson,” you started slowly. He grinned innocently, “I told you, I’m not doing anything until you’re willing to show me your true form.”

Loki pulled away from you as he straightened up. You could see his eyes darken in anger and his brow furrow. “No.” He growled through clenched teeth. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly before opening them. “I have a rather large bath; I think we could both benefit from using it.” You raised an eyebrow. Loki rolled his eyes, “I promise, I will do nothing you don’t want. I simply wish to hold you, and to be able to relax you like that sounds delightful.”

You smiled ruefully, “Alright, when you put it that way.”

In an instant, Loki was standing, and then pulling you to your feet as well. He took your hands in his and backed his way into the bathroom, tugging you along gently.

Loki let go of your hand long enough to flick his wrist, causing the warm water to burst from the faucet and begin filling the tub.

Very slowly and quite intimately, Loki slid your dress from your shoulders. He kissed you gently before trailing his lips along your jaw and moving behind you, all the while planting soft kisses. He undid your dress and pushed it to the floor before gliding his chilly fingers along your skin. Try as you might, you couldn’t stifle all of your moans. After a few minutes of his delicate touch, you were weak in the knees.

Finally you pulled away and glared at him, breathing heavily. Loki smiled innocently. With deft movements, you started to undo the many buckles on his armour; you were becoming more and more acquainted with them by the day.

Loki chuckled softly at how fast you were able to undress him.

When you knelt down, unbuckling his trousers, you kissed his stomach softly. As you stood back up, you continued to trail kisses along his torso until you were standing and kissing his soft lips. All the while, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, delicately exploring the other’s skin.

The kiss started to deepen, seeming to last an eternity and also no time at all, when Loki finally pulled away.

“The bathtub is filled, it would seem, love.” He murmured.

You turned your attention to it, surprised by its size. Loki held your hand as you stepped in, then followed you. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap kissing your neck all the while and massaging your tired muscles as you melted into him.

Loki reached for one of the various bars of soap, working it into a lather and began massaging it into your skin. After he deemed you clean, you slowly turned around and washed him as well.
You stoically ignored the lascivious sounds he was making, though you continued to gently kiss him from time to time.

When the two of you had finished washing, you both lay cuddled together until the water grew cold.

Loki scooped you up and helped dry you off, before carrying you back to bed.
You curled against his side, appreciating just how perfectly the two of you fit together as you lay there. Your eyes lazily drifted shut as Loki continued to stroke and nuzzle your skin, until you both finally drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the other’s tight embrace.