Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 11 - Y/n

Loki let me absorb the words, absorb my new, supposed reality. A reality I'm supposed to simply accept, no questions asked, no clarifications given.

Loki got up and walked out of the room, without even giving me a glance. And I sat on the bed, eyes unfocused, mind running wild. Now I really have to find the books on...myself. Wow, that is simultaneously a new high and low for me.

I snapped out of my haze when my stomach rang for food. I entered my chamber, freshened up and headed to the dinning hall. Everyone else had finished eating and the room was empty. I was nonchalantly eating my food, when a jolt of fury held me. But it wasn't my own.

Loki.

I pushed my chair and jogged to his chamber, I wonder what's wrong. But as I passed the Grand Hall, my feet halted. The rage radiating from in there was high. I peeked inside to see Allfather and Loki in an argument, in the deserted hall.

"That mortal means nothing. To you. To me. To anyone who set foot on Asgard. She is as worthless as you!" Odin's words increased the intensity of the anger that's been hitting me. Loki is really mad, but I know enough to know that he wouldn't say anything. He'll listen, cry, have a few glasses of wine, sleep with a maiden and then forget about it. But abusing even a tree, day after day, causes it to die. Imagine what centuries of ill-treatment can cause.

That's it. This will end right here. I never could stand up for myself, but there is no way in Hell I'm going to be a bystander to this ridicule. Even if it's Loki. I simply won't let this happen.

I pushed open the door and stormed inside, the anger that was Loki's gave me the strength needed.

"Enough! Allfather. Your son respects you enough to not say it, but the words you weigh in your mind are weighed in his heart. Good or bad, you influence every move of his. Do not misuse your command. I might be a mortal, but I do know good from evil, I can very well adjudge intentions and motivations. The God in front of you, you are his motivation. He simply wants peace, to be an equal. Yet you cannot bring yourself to see it. You want this distance. He reminds you of someone you have left behind in the past. And you cannot bear with making the same mistake again." That last part was a long shot, but I did suspect something similar from the beginning. Nonetheless, I continue.

"Determined to keep this God away, you have forgotten that he is your son. You and this castle have brought him up like one. All he asks for is love yet you cannot bring yourself to give it. If anyone, it is you who is utterly useless!" The anger that wasn't mine left me, and I replaced it with my own. The anger that I had buried deep within me on those nights when I stood still in front of my mother's slaps and curses. No, there won't be another y/n. I will break the chain, I will be the change.

Odin's face was a spectacle to behold. In the duration of my speech, his face changed from confusion to disgust to disbelief to consideration to shame and finally to anger. All in small movements, undetectable to anyone else. Of course, now was the moment I realized that he is Allfather, King of Asgard, and a force to reckon. My triumph was short-lived, I should very well expect now to be good as dead. I might as well be, it'll be better than to face his wrath. A knot formed in my stomach, oooh I can't take this swelling silence, my knees will give out now from the fear of the impending doom.

Odin regarded me with a scornful smile, he was mocking my stupidity. He looked at Loki and waved me away. Relief flooded me as I fled the Hall, leaving the two gentlemen behind.

I collapsed against a pillar, away from the Hall. My chest ached as I dispelled the adrenaline and tried to even my breathing. Deep breath in from the nose, out from the mouth. It's a proven technique. I was breathing easier by the fifth breath. I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand, closing my eyes, I evened out completely. I need to distract myself. I steadily looked around me, trying to find a job to do. My eyes locked on the required distraction.

The library.

I can search up on myself there. Perfect timing. I jogged to the huge gold and oak double-doors. Eager for the much welcomed peace. I pushed open the door, took in the fragrance of the books, and dashed to the section of my initial.

I scanned out the entire section twice but found nothing. I ran to other sections like "Folklore" and "Mythology" yet no avail. I gave up and slid down a bookshelf, utter defeat shrouded me. Oh what am I to do. I wiped my forehead and tried looking around again till I came across a restricted section. Specifically, Loki's Restricted section. This must surely have everything related to Loki. The hidden facts too. Especially them.

I searched the entire thing, then again. Nothing. My hand traced the spines of countless books. A sharp prick called my attention to a pen tightly bound to a notebook. Maybe it's his journal. I shouldn't read it. Or should I? Would he get to know? Oh I do respect privacy and it is absolutely against me to read it but I am in desperate need of clues about my supposed life.

With heavy breaths and shaky hands, I opened the first page.

"But of course, father doesn't care about a failure like me. He favors Thor. My obnoxious lively brother. Oh I wish upon everything that I've ever owned to be loved like him. Why was I cursed with this deceiving nature? Will anyone ever trust me again? Will I ever get love? Or am I destined forever to simply charm maidens and have only fleeting moments with them? I wish mother were around to help me, but alas she is too busy straightening up father's twists and knots."

I slammed the journal shut. What did I just read? I...no. This is too personal, I cannot pry open Loki like this. No one trusts him and as an unfortunate consequence, he trusts no one either. I cannot do this. I wrap up the journal, place it back and run back to my chamber.

As I enter my chamber, I see Loki standing by the coffee table, reading the way in which I've arranged the room. He was trying to know about me. What a strange yet sweet gesture. Seemed like a genuine effort to get to know me. Or, he was trying to know my calibre should he need to expel me. I should be careful.

"Hi!" My voice was panicky and shrill. Loki turned towards me, and was probably wondering why I am so spirited despite of what passed in the Grand Hall.

Right, the Grand Hall and Odin.

"Hey-um, any particular reason you're here?" I had to deliberately stop myself from saying and thinking too much lest he picked up on my guilt.

Loki didn't move, he studied me, taking his time. His gaze was unnerving and I was this close to letting it all out of the bag.

"You're hiding something."

"Huh?" My anxiety piqued.

"You're hiding your anxiety. I know what you did wasn't easy, standing up to a God takes a lot more than anger and determination. And I thank you for what you did down there, in front of father."

"Oh right, um no worries." I chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of neck with my palm while averting my eyes. All tells of a lie. I wonder if it's really possible to deceive the God of deception. I straightened out my hair and gave Loki the look which asked him if there was anything else he wanted to say or do.

"To say? I don't believe so. To do, however, yes I do." Loki inched forward towards me, forcing me to stagger backwards.

"I know how your heart flutters at my touch, y/n." He placed a hand next to my head, on the wall behind. I could see his incredibly beautiful face clearly from here. His eyes were flickering, changing shades between green and blue, conveying Loki's anxiety of this moment. I noticed his eyes and nose were pink, as if he were crying. And the scent of wine was strong on him. I froze as the realisation settled in me.

I am his maiden of the night.