Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 44 - Y/n

*Back to your POV, you have arrived from Yaana and are standing in Loki's chamber, seeing your duplicate and him cuddling together naked.*

"No. No. No." This can't be happening. Whatever the fuck this was, it simply can't be happening. Loki and I were together in a bed, that too naked? Well there was nothing left to imagine anymore.

The woman who was the splitting image of me, had her eyes wide. Panic and guilt washed her senses and she had this urge to justify everything to me.

I swatted the air like I was buzzing off a fly, "No need." My voice might have come out cold but I really didn't need her to explain. I wasn't mad, she did what I would've done. Because she is me. Rather I felt jealous. Jealous because I had done all those things on Yaana while she was here, making the sweetest memories with Loki. And I couldn't fathom that. It's true that when she'll merge with me, I'll have those memories too, but she'll never have to live through the hell I had. She'll never have to deal with the fallout. I will have to do all that and much more. And that made me angry and jealous.

My feet reached the foot of their bed before their wide eyes could even return to their normal size. I threw myself on the bed, more than just eager to touch my duplicate and get her side of the memories. She was scared but didn't know what else she could do and so we merged.

Her frame went up in a burst of white flame which floated towards me. I closed my eyes, letting the events she witnessed wash me over. I saw what the two of them did, the bond they created and shared, the tension filled silences they shared, the unspoken promises they made.

A sharp sting from my rib ended the recap. It must be my wound that's healing now that I have merged with her, courtesy of Loki and his highly advanced magic.

All this while, I knew Loki was simply observing me, waiting with all the time in the world for me to catch up and recover from the sweet, delicious, pleasure that was sending my nerves all over the place.

Oh God, this is so bloody unstoppable.

I reach for the bed and sit on it, willing my body to stop vibrating from the pleasure filled attacks.

"If I may suggest, fighting won't make it any better."

I glared at him, he had managed to clothe himself and was now observing me with a wicked, satisfied smile. I'm not mad at him, but for whatever reason, I'm not not mad at him either.

But shouldn't he be the one who is supposed to be mad at me? Mad at me for sneaking away, mad at me for not telling him, mad at me for kill-

No.

He doesn't know that part yet, and as foolish as I may sound, I'm not intending to let him know either.

The quivering of my thighs demanded my attention once again and I curse, clenching the sheets harder. Loki's words ring in my ears again and I sigh, relaxing myself, not fighting this anymore.

Absolute bliss covers me as the wave passed over. Finally, the wonderful pain of having shared a bed with Loki in the most intimate way possible pinches me and I am steadier now.

"See, that was easy. How was your trip?" His words earned another glare from me but my eyes quickly fell down to my lap, to the hands which were flaring up again.

What could I possibly tell him? I could already imagine myself trying to summarise everything for him, and quite honestly, I was sounding super stupid.

Hey Loki, I sneaked into Yaana while you were trying to recover, where I found that bastard and I tortured him to death, something that you didn't deem possible from me. He ain't gonna be a problem for me or anyone anymore. Then I found out about his mother and your supposed lover, she is loopy but she isn't alive anymore because guess what? I killed her too! And oh, by the way, this entire thing was her plan from day one. She wanted my body so that she could either destroy or rule all of Nine Realms. Now I'm stuck in this insane loop of guilt, relief and numbness. That was for my trip. How was your time?

I shook my head. Nothing. That is what I will tell him because that is exactly what he needs to hear. God knows what he might think of me if he got to know. All of Asgard would riot and he will personally kick me out of here.

"Hey, come here." Loki gestured with one hand outstretched in front of me, waiting with a soft smile. I was too exhausted from the constant thinking I had to do and so I slip my hand into his.

I was pulled onto his frame and he led me to a clear space. Sensing my tension, he hugged me, pressing a kiss on my temple and swaying us slowly. I relax under him, but only for so long.

I wondered that what could have been the purpose of my other self doing what she did. Our feelings were the same, so could it be possible that she - that I - care about Loki in that way? Or was it just some heat of the moment decision? I haven't ever been one to make rash decisions but something about Loki tempts me to do exactly that. Moreover, would I be on the receiving end of this hospitality of his if he knew about what all I did?

A loud commotion interrupts our moment and my thoughts. We move together to the balcony to see what it is.

A crowd of absolutely livid Asgardians is collected at the castle gates, demanding that a particular someone be handed over.

I try to find out who is the individual in question is or why are these people so angry, "I wonder why they look so mad."

My comment is replied empty and I crane my neck around to see a very horrified Loki. He is almost frozen over from the shock of whatever he is seeing.

But what is he seeing?

I look at the place above the ground where Loki's eyes are stuck to see a hologram. And not only his, but all of Asgard's eyes are too. The hologram was playing in a loop and my heart hammered. My breaths became stuffy and all of my world came crashing down on me.

"Fuck."

A single breathless curse, but it was more than enough to relay my distress. I stumbled backwards, not believing even a second of my reality.

This cannot be happening.

Loki remained rooted to his spot and I ran inside the room, desperate to get out of here as soon as I could. I pushed open the doors of the chambers, my hands burning a bright light. I willed my feet to carry me as fast as they could, my heart shaking violently. I couldn't breathe and wanted to cower and hide and simply vanish.

I won't be able to face anyone.

I came to a jerking halt even before I could make it to the end of the corridor. A flank of castle soldiers were headed straight towards me, the commander of which had already yelled for me to be still. As I saw them walking towards me, the last words of that Goddess rang in my mind.

'I'm going, but you'll lose everything too. I'm not a person who will go down easy. Remember that.'

The flank reached me and my reality reached rock bottom as the commander placed the cold, elaborate chain and cuffs on my neck, hands and feet.

"Y/n of Midgard, you are hereby placed under arrest by the jurisdiction of Asgard for two counts of murder on Yaana."