Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 41 - Y/n

"My body?!" I blurted that out aloud instead of processing the words first.

She chuckled lightly, "My dear, you haven't put it together have you?" She sighed with a senseless tranquility, "I guess, with all the drama you were caught up in, it indeed is a little hard to see things."

I opened my mouth to retort, but with what? So instead, two heavy sighs left my mouth. My fingers were splayed open, measuring the absurdity of my reality, of the real reason why I was ever even needed.

"It doesn't make sense!" I whined. "Why in the name of God would you need me?"

"Not you," she waved a hand to dismiss that absurd suggestion of mine, "only your body. Just the physical sense of you."

"Bloody fuck why?" I had to say it was new. I mean powerful Gods usually need sacrifices, a goat they can fatten and then throw at the sword. Maybe sometimes even a slave. But just my physical body? Where is that even coming from?

She looked at me playfully, "guess?"

I still couldn't believe she had the audacity to look so at ease when moments ago she was a raging ball of pure hatred. I sighed in defeat, I guess I'll have to guess after all.

I sat down on the edge of a boulder, sank my face in my hands, elbows resting on my knees and began thinking about what brought me to Yaana in the first place: the deal. That was it, wasn't it? It had to be the beginning of everything, because everything before that was purely coincidental - or so I wanted to think.

But it didn't add up. Even if the deal was the beginning, the question of why I was needed to complete the deal would still be there, someone would have to know that I am in a place to be exchanged. That I am overpowered, helpless, stuck and absolutely desperate in Asgard.

Of course that brings us to tug onto the older events on the timeline. I had to be put into a situation where I would've been overpowered, helpless and stuck. Which would bring us to the events that led me to Asgard to begin with - the attacks of the Sedhs courtesy of my connection to Loki.

And then it clicked.

My head swirled and my temples throbbed, I pressed tightly on my stomach which had taken to act up even more in the light of this new realisation.

"Bloody hell, this was orchestrated from day one. Every single moment engineered to perfection. Every string pulled right, every action crafted to precision. And all because you wanted to play fucking Voldemort?"

She threw her head back and laughed, clapping her hands together in elation and smiled wide, "You got that right. Although who is this Voldy person?"

And I felt so angry and used. I lurched at her standing frame, ready to pack a punch. Her face went slack as my knuckles knocked hard against her jaw, sending her body crashing down.

"Enough!" I yelled. "Listen buddy, I have just killed a person and if you test my patience - which is absolutely thin - I won't hesitate to do the same to you." I bent over her body, looking terrifying no doubt, "And that's a bloody promise." I waited to make sure my message got through to her. "Now," I parted my lips in a scary, sweet grin, "be a darling and tell me everything."

She blinked a couple of times, her throat wobbling up and down, her eyes tried to measure the weight of my promise and when she was certain that I am, in fact, not kidding, she swallowed hard and began speaking.

"I am dying. You know that, and so does every other being who knew about Yaana. Naturally that is weighing down the respect I commanded. Asgard's decision of manipulating my people, even my own family, led me to give up on my physical form but I soon came to realise my mistake. So I did try to recreate a physical body for myself but that only created a crystal, the one you broke, with most of my powers. And the crystal definitely wasn't even close to my actual physical being so I couldn't use the powers on anyone."