Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 42 - Y/n

And just like that, I was back on Asgard. Heimdall didn't appreciate my killing rampage much, I knew that, but he didn't voice his opinion, for which I was thankful. I couldn't bear to talk to another person now, lest they turn out to be a scheming bastard themselves too. Not having anything further to do, I slowly entered the city limits.

The fresh air, bright skies and colourful people were such a beautiful and welcome change that I almost teared up. And while I wanted to feel what all those people around me felt, I was utterly numb.

My entire mind was numb and silent when I should've been buzzing with the plethora of information that had been passed onto me. There was so much think of yet nothing to think of. Besides, what difference would it have had made? The fact is, I have killed two people.

I've fucking killed two people.

My head hurt, my throat still felt rancid as I lurched to my side, vomitting out my already empty stomach. Remember my queasy stomach? Yeah well that was a reflex reaction to seeing the insides of a body when it isn't normal. A response of the brain for seeing the insides of a body. With the vomit finally out, I felt a little better.

A few women came to me, offering me water and some nuts to eat. I accepted them with a ghost of a smile on my face and left. I wonder how these sweet, kind people will treat me if they got to know what I had done?

I just... damn. I just didn't want to think. All of this was too bloody much. I went up to my chambers, deciding that it'll be much better for me to rest right now.

I pushed open the doors, and sauntered towards the bath. Losing my clothes and destroying them in an instant fire wanting to get rid of any and all evidence of his blood on me. I enter the shower, cleaning up my body as if I could clean my soul. I lathered my hair and shaved my skin, taking my time. Even though I was dedicated entirely to the task, I was still somehow zoned out. My mind was an empty slate and nothing made me feel anything. My usual shower gel and shampoo fragrance used to make me so elated just from the smell of them, but today even when I'm drowning in these pleasantries, all I felt was – nothing.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a warm, fuzzy robe. Taking generous amounts of lotion, I spread it all over myself. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth for a good, long while. A combat style yet elegant gown was conjured and my wet hair was let down loose, allowing it to dry of its own accord.

Sighing softly, I went to my bed, slipping inside the fuzzy, cool blanket, all ready to lose myself into the sweet world of sleep. But I couldn't sleep, it was obvious. Of course the truth of everything that had happened was there, but what was more pressing was my irrational fear of Shuaya leaping out of the corners of my room with a knife in his hands, ready to maul and maim me.

"Ugh," I turn to my sides, curling my frame into the fetus position, tugging my knees as close to myself as possible. My eyes began to water, and my throat tried to swallow my tears, aching in the process. No, I couldn't cry, I wouldn't cry because I was done crying. But with the fear overwhelming me, it was hard to contain any tears that might spill.

Since sleep was a distant reality, I wiped my face and walked to the balcony, sat on the swing and tried to even my breathing.

I didn't kill Shuaya, and then his mother, to still be afraid of him, to still be afraid to live. Yet my mind paid no heed to any logic that I may have to offer. It sucked how much of my panic responses were still there even though he was dead. It made a little sense to me in part because with all these illusions and magic in place, it was hard to be certain of a single thing alone.

Breathe.

I looked up at the skies, pink and orange. The sun was setting and all the gold of Asgard was glinting. It was a truly beautiful scene and made me forget my thoughts for a little moment. I breathed deeply, letting out my breath as if to release all my tension too with it. Looking back into my room, my face scrunched. I seemed to have clicked out of my daze as I was beginning to realize all that was wrong in my room.

To begin with, it was empty.

Where are the duplicates, both mine and Loki's?

I rushed out of my room and went to the first place I could think of: Loki's chambers. As I was pushing the doors open, I suddenly remembered all the things that I had done to get out of here in the first place. The makeshift bomb, the commotion, the sneaking around. I cursed myself for forgetting all of that and just waltzing inside this time. If my sneaking out was any success, my walking in was undoing all of that. Now all of Asgard knows I'm here, and I'm there.

I entered the room and didn't immediately spot the two of them and when I did, the scene that unfolded in front my eyes was nothing that I could've ever imagined.

The actual Loki and my duplicate were cuddling together naked.

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Author's note: finally a glint of some great, hot smut. The next chapter will be from your duplicate's point of view. And based on what the actual you is seeing, it's going to be hot and lovely. See you then!

Toodles!