Slave to the Gods

Nine

The night goes by smoothly since Odin is mingling with high ups. Thankfully that keeps him away from you... until a guard approaches you while you lean against the wall next to the entrance.

You look away from Loki, who's talking to Queen Frigga across the room, and your smile vanishes as the guard subtly grabs your arm.

"You need to come with me." The guard mumbles in your ear.

You shove his hand off of you, "No, I don't."

He grips your arm even tighter, "Yes. Allfather Odin's orders."

The guard calls another one over, and despite your resistance, they're able to take you away.

-Loki's POV-

I finish talking to my mother, then look around for Y/N, but my grin drops when I can't find her.

I slip out of the ballroom to search for her, walking the halls to find her, coming up empty... until I hear screaming.

I unsheath my daggers and rush toward the noise.

When I angrily swing the door open, I see Y/N and two other guards.

She's in handcuffs and being held down by one of them while the other... well, while he violates her.

Without hesitation, I run in and swiftly cut off the guard's - who is intruding on her - head.

Blood splatters into my face and all over Y/N.

When I look into her eyes, I see heart-shattering hurt, pain, and uneasiness.

I use my magic to teleport the dead guard's body out of and away from Y/N before I quickly pull down her skirt.

I'm fortunately able to do this with no interruption since the second guard is still tightly restricting Y/N.

I grab Y/N by the waist and pull her to me, then slit the guard's throat, yet again spraying blood onto both Y/N and me.

I hug Y/N before scooping her up.

"Why did you do this?" Odin asks from behind me.

I freeze as my blood boils.

He's been here?... What a sick, perverted, horrid man!

I slowly turn around to face my quite amused, seated father, who has clearly been watching the whole thing.

"How could you let this happen?!" I scream as I hold the shaking, sobbing, disheveled Y/N.

Odin laughs, "It's not a big deal, my son."

I can't even be happy at him genuinely calling me 'my son.' I'm too mad.

I clench my jaw, ready to sock that bastard, but Y/N's hand grabs my collar.

"Please-?" Y/N cuts herself by breaking down crying again.

        Being the insanely smart woman she is, Y/N thinks of her question, pushing it to the forefront of her mind.

        Can we please go back to your room?... I just can't be here any longer.

        I smile as gently as I can at Y/N before scowling at Odin, then I carry Y/N back to my room.

        I close the door with my foot and sit Y/N on my most comfortable chair, crouching in front of her.