Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 17 -Y/n

Standing in front of the wardrobe, I shook my head, I cannot let this stupid guy push me around like I'm some ragdoll. But I don't have much choice either. Heimdall is, in no way, going to open the Bifrost for me. And the Bifrost is my only way back home. Ughhh! I scream, pushing away the gowns, I couldn't care less about anything. I'm stuck here, on this planet with a bloody moody Prince! I have nothing to do. And nothing will work! My magic will drain out soon, and I only have two knives on my person which I don't think can do much. No one from Asgard cares enough about me to come here and take me back to my sweet home.

Irritated, I dress up in a sleek gown. It matched with the accents of the castle, white base with red patterns. The gown wasn't heavy and wouldn't be hard to carry, I still need to be combat ready even though I don't see much salvation there. I don't change my shoes and instead project an illusion of heels. I'm not sure if it'll hold after my magic is drained, but for now, this should suffice.

The chamber doors open at the exact moment I reach for them. The Prince walks in and gives me a once-over, walking around me. He tutted and pretended to fix my hair. I flinched at his proximity to me, but I couldn't show that too visibly.

"Passable." He remarked and held the door open for me to leave ahead of him.

'Passable' my foot. I have no intentions to dwell on his unwelcome remarks. I stride ahead of him; he closed the door and overtook me. Calm down. I tell myself. I have to find out more about this place and why I am being held here before I can plan on doing anything. Till then, I must remain unharmed and the first step to do that is to let this guy think that I'm scared and vulnerable and ready to comply. He will do me minimum damage that way.

He leads me to a dining room, only it's the size of a grand hall. He ordered me to sit next to him to his right, as he assumed his position at the head of the table. We had a lavish spread in front of us and I wolfed down on anything and everything. An act of defiance could be shown by not eating but fueling is much more important if I'm planning on to survive.

After the dinner, we leave for his chamber. By this point, I was too cross to let myself feel anything. I was irritated by the turn of events. So I decided to focus on this bloke instead. He had white hair, red on white robes, white sheath, and had spent a fortune on his adornments.

He plopped down on the edge of his bed and I sat down on the sofa, far from him. He fixed his gaze upon me and was thinking of saying something.

Strange, I couldn't hear him either. In fact, I haven't been able to hear any royals. Only the alien likes were audible but I couldn't interpret their language.

"I'm Prince Shuaya Tasre of Yaana, heir to the throne, first born royal." Shuaya introduced himself formally and finally. The words rolled off his tongues like a practiced line and were eager to spill. I could see his tone getting fixed at 'throne'. Another power hungry Prince.

I bowed my head and accepted his introduction, obliged to provide mine too.

"I'm y/n l/n of Midgard." That's all I could offer.

Shuaya spread his arms and fell backwards on his bed. I stood up to change my clothes. As I was walking, the click clack of my projected heels fell silent. The magic. It's worn off. I strode faster and removed my shoes as stealthily as I could, hoping that Shuaya didn't see them. I freshened up quickly and walked out in a night gown that was paired with pants.

He was still lying on the bed and I was thankful for that. He had changed his clothes too and I didn't spend much thinking how. I walked towards the sofa, certain that it's my bed from now onwards. Having arranged cushions and a duvet, I slipped inside and turned around, facing the foot of the bed. Despite my headache from the slap and hair pulling earlier, sleep came to me quickly and I was glad.

In my dreams I saw Asgard, then my home back in Yorkshire. I was drinking tea with...Loki? And he was all too sweet. We were chatting and laughing. Loki's face grew grim and he picked up a knife. He began slicing open my biceps and forearm.

I jerked up and opened my eyes, drenched in sweat. My heart pounded against my chest. Before I could pat my arms for reassurance, I saw a knife lying in front me. Its tip red. Panic and fear seized me, my mouth was open. I was oblivious to the horror I was about to face. My gaze left the knife and dragged to my left arm. I muffled a scream as a hot stream of blood was leaving my arm, the cuts mimicking the location as in my dream.

I pressed my red duvet tight on the cuts. Looking around for a clue as to who did this. Shuaya looked peaceful in his sleep. There was no sign of anyone entering or leaving the chamber. No one else would dare invade the Prince's room, he commanded that fear. This had to be his doings, no one else could. But I had no way to confirm this, and I didn't dare ask lest he gets mad and then actually starts to hurt me.

I tried easing into the sofa, and napped for a while. My eyes jerked open to see that the number of cuts have increased and the previous ones had deepened. Whoever was playing this sick game was a bloody sadist, and the day I'll exact my revenge, it'd be darn bloody.

After this, I couldn't dare catch a wink. I would be stupid to sleep. My headache grew and I knew it would turn up more, but I simply cannot sleep. I slapped my cheeks, and held my breath.
Anything to keep me awake.

When dawn broke, I could see the silhouette of Shuaya moving around lazily in his bed. Having had nothing else to do, I was observing him in his sleep. He didn't move much after sleeping and slept on his back. He raised his head and took a peek in my direction. He saw me staring right back at him. A weird woman with awry hair, dark circles and eye bags, cradling her arm, staring at him.

"Looks like someone had a bloody night."