[CONTAINS SMUT] ❗️18+❗️
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Y/n was no more than a maid. Not for a wealthy family but rather The Royal Family. her status was low, she was only ever in the kitchens or avoiding the royals to clean the palace at whatever ungodly hour she was needed.
...
"You court her? This... This maid??" Odin points to your cowering figure. His strict finger curling in anger. "She is lower than you! Have you no shame??"
"Odin," Frigga warned.
"Not now, Frigga, I must deal with this!" He rose. "You are a prince, you are not some lowlife scum in need of this girl's petty worthless love!"
There it was... rock bottom, or at least you were a few feet from it.
"She will taint your blood with her filthy heritage! She is of Midgard and Asgard, her blood reeks of inferiority!"
"Enough! Stop your belittling, I love Y/n with all my heart! I think not of her heritage, her status, her wealth, to me she is everything and if it means losing my right to the throne, then so be it!" Loki slammed his fist against the table making you jump.
"Do not talk to me that way, boy!" Odin marched over with a growl. "You had no right to the throne, your birthright was to die! On that frozen rock,"
"There it is again, my heritage, you speak so highly of the realms yet this prejudice stands strong in your veins," Loki matched up the king. "You could never have me on the throne, it all came down to Thor because I am Jotun and Valhalla forbid you put a Jotun to rule over the nine realms!"
This was too much... Too much! You lay the napkin on the table and curtsy. "Dinner was lovely, your highness, t-thank you," sucking in a deep breath to hold back a burst of tears, you fast walked out the hall.
"Y/n!" Loki was held back by Odin. "Let go of me," his hand was snatched away. "All I ever looked for from you was approval, approval I never got unknowingly because of my blood, because of that shadow you cast me under to make light of your real son!"
Loki clicked his tongue, curling his finger back from pointing to tighten a fist.
"That's all I ever wanted... but not anymore... You can banish her, banish me, lock us in cells miles apart, but nothing, and I mean nothing, will let you have a say in where my heart lies!"
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Trembling hands lifted to unpin the up-do. With the pins refusing to leave your locks, your hands tussle and and tug at the hair in frustration before slamming against the vanity.
A shaky breath leaves you as your dress was discarded and your body draped in your night gown.
The makeup you wore ran down your cheeks, smudging with each wipe of your sleeve and diluting in salty tears.
Pain stung not only at your vision but overall... you were never a pretty crier, who was?
It didn't matter, not now. You knew this would happen, you knew you were going to cause a problem.
You were always the problem.
And all you ever did was isolate yourself, which is why you sat at the edge of your bed, listening to anything to distract you.
Creaks filled your room, the door opening and footsteps gliding to sit behind you.
"Leave me alone, Loki... I don't want to talk right now," adjusting the headset better, you felt his arms wrap around you. "Loki, please... Don't make this more difficult, I know you love me, I do too, but this needs to stop..." Holding onto your trembling palms, you shut your eyes. "The Allfather... your father, he hates me, I can't do this,"
There was no answer.
"I can't let you suffer because you think I'm the one... You can do better than me, so much-"
Your breath hitched. The arm was wrapped to pull you closer but in the vanity you saw a hooded figure raising a knife.
Ducking under and away, the figure stood up and flipped the blade, raising it to you.
"Who are you??"
No answer yet again. Unless you called them lunging at you an answer. Blocking the blow from the right you kicked them to their knees, scratching their arm away from you. A feat playing useless as the knife shot to the other hand and cut your side.
Crying out in pain, the blood oozed out through the white fabric giving enough time for the perpetrator to run the ice cold knife through your stomach.
Guards approached, and the figure knew, but before you could grab them, they flung off the balcony and into the night.
Knees buckled and you fell just as Loki rushed in. "Y/n?" he lay sight on you. "Y/n!"
Your eyes heaved heavy, drooping down as he caught your figure, his hands running blood soaked as he clutched the wound.
"Loki?" Frigga gasped, Odin and Thor rushing in after her. "Oh, nines," Frigga ordered a guard to call for help.
"Y/n, stay with me, my love,"
"Don't worry, Loki, I'm- alright," you groan and intertwine his burgundy hand with yours.
"No, no you're not, don't lie to me," he pleads, pushing back anything that would hide away any feature he had forgotten to memorize.
"Lie? To the God of such? Never," in light of the situation you kept a smile on your face. "I think.. I'll take a little nap, that sounds good,"
"Stay awake, Y/n, please," Loki clutched onto your face, spreading your own blood against your cheek. "Y/n??"
"I'm still alive, idiot, getting stabbed is just tiring," you groan and curl into his arms. "God, blood is s-sticky... Sorry to has to clean up this mess,"
"You focus on the wrong thing, my darling,"
"And you need to calm down, over-worrying yourself will be your demise, my Norse Puck,"
"I worry because you're an idiot," he sighs, properly cradling you in his arms.
"I'm your idiot... where is that healer? We should invest in a-" jabs of pain rise up in your wounds. "A teleportation device for these situations,"
"Yes, we will do just that," Frigga smiles.
"Until they get here I think I'm entitled to a nap,"
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