Frost Burn (Loki x Fem!Reader)

⏳|Chapter 1|⏳

The loud boom of music echoed over the sound speakers, as people danced drunkenly around me. Another party, held by Thor, in commemoration of Tony Stark. I get it, the man was a legend, but I'm beginning to think my brother is just milking the situation at this point.

I sat away from most of the crowd, Brunnhilde or Valkyrie, lounging across from me. She eyed me up and down, a quizzical expression draped across her face. She had an arm draped over the back of the sofa, her legs kicked up on the table.

"Not gonna lie, but you look awful. Downright miserable."

I huffed, rolling my head to look at her. "You can say that," I gazed into the crowd of partygoers, not really at all interested in being here.

Valkyrie followed my gaze, taking a long swig of beer. She leaned back, cracking her neck with a slight grunt. "You know, I'm kind of surprise Thor manages a life both here and with those space junkies."

"I'm surprised he managed to lose all the weight."

She let out a snort, almost spitting out her drink in the process. "You've got to give him a little credit."

"Just a few months ago, he was bullying kids on Fortnite."

I caught him in all his glory, laughing boisterously as he talked to Sif. Granted, the laugh did seem a little forced. Asgardian balls used to be a pinnacle of Asgardian culture, nothing compared to this "shindig." The dresses, the feast, it all felt like a surreal fever dream now. And in a small way, it kind of hurt.

"How are you two holding up?"

Valkyrie's voice broke me from my thoughts, and I gazed at her in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You know, the whole Thanos incident? Losing the planet?" I could tell she was trying to be as gentle as possible, like I was still a child.

"We're fine," I turned my head back to my brother, digging my nails into my palm.

She didn't buy any of it, she wasn't stupid. "Ironic," was all she said.

In truth I did miss Asgard. It wasn't that I hated Midgard, but Norway just didn't feel like home. It never really did. Many say I took a 180 ever since New Asgard was formed, going from a once benevolent and proud princess to a bitter and sarcastic bitch. I never really saw the difference.

At least Val stayed my friend, best friend, really. She understood the whole ordeal, everything I'd seen. She never pitied me like the others, at least not to an over extreme. In truth, I suppose I was miserable. But I'd never admit that of course. Funny, the Goddess of Truth putting up her own facade. It was ironic.

"Ah, Brunnhilde, sister!"

Thor's loud voice was heard tenfold over the music, his large figure looming over the both of us within seconds. I looked up to see a big smile on his face as he tossed me a beer. I took it, noticing the slight strain in his enthusiasm. I could tell he too was a bit forceful with his happiness. Just not as bad, or obvious, as I was.

"Thor," I undid the bottle cap with a nod in his direction.

"How are you enjoying the festivities?"

"Lovely as always, Thor." Valkyrie smiled, clinking drinks with him.

I couldn't help but scoff slightly, taking a long hard swig of alcohol. As much as I wanted to get up and escape, I didn't want to upset him. I knew a part of him threw these kind of events in an attempt to cheer me up, bring back the lovable sister from childhood.

"Y/n, you're having fun too, right?" Val nudged my foot under the table.

"Hm? Oh, yeah!" I forced a smile, "Thank you Thor, really."