Loki X Reader

A Day of Rest

"Good morning, what happened?"

"Uh-well...when we left, Thor got in big trouble and was sent to Midgard for punishment."

"Yes, okay, but what happened to me? Why am I here in bed? When Odin came everything went black."

"Yes I know, here is what happened. I knew that Odin wouldn't accept you because you are not from here, so I quickly grabbed you and hid. One of the Frost Giants threw a spear of ice at us and it hit you on the head. After that we were back in Asgard, Thor got punished, the Warriors Three and lady Sif ran to the healing room, so I went with them to heal you. Turns out, you had to stay in bed the next day to rest. Last night I didn't want to leave your side, so I laid next to you all night, and I guess I fell asleep...sorry."

"Oh... don't worry its fine, I'm glad you stayed. So I really have to stay in bed all day?"

"I'm afraid so."

You were amazed that, that happened to you, and the fact that you had to stay in bed...all day. But the joy of it is that Loki wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. You both were in a small golden room with a lot of light coming through the window. You liked your room dark, with less light.

"Is this your room Loki?"

"No this is one of the guest rooms."

"Oh well could we go to your room, please?"

"Why?" He smirked.

"Well you have to show me around the palace remember...I haven't seen your room yet."

"You have to stay in bed, you can't go anywhere."

"Then pick me up and lay me in your bed." You demanded.

"As you wish."

Loki stood up on the other side of the bed and shifted his arms underneath you, lifting you up. You wrap your arms around his neck tightly. He walked out of the room and down a long corridor. When you both got about halfway down the hall, a guard turned around the corner. Loki stopped in fright, scared that the guard might notice you. So Loki squeezes you tight which made you burst out a little yelp, he teleports you two into a large room. He walked towards the bed and slowly put you in it.

"Sorry about that."

"It's fine, you didn't squeeze me that hard. But why did we teleport?"

"I didn't want that guard to see you and get suspicious about where you came from...speaking of that, where are you from?"

"Promise that you won't tell anyone."

"I promise."

"Okay...so here is the whole story. I live in a small kingdom called 'Stravlgard' far, on the opposite side of Asgard, and I am their princess. Asgard and Stravlgard apparently hated each other, and had a war. Stravlgard lost and was never heard from again. Years later I became the princess. I talked to my parents about marriage, and they already picked out my fiancé, which I didn't want to marry, all the men there are nasty. I wanted someone that is mischievous, tall, and dark haired...Anyway I left Stravlgard to find true love and have a fun adventure."

"Wow...a war you say? I swear I won't tell. Did you know that I'm very mischievous?" Loki said in a flirtatious way.

"Really, I love mischief!" you laughed a little.

You rolled over shivering with the covers on you. Loki laid down beside you keeping you warm once more. You loved the way he treated you and knowing that he was everything you wanted in a man. He put his arm around you, with your body pushed up against his. Smiling you turn to face him. You saw his beautiful green eyes staring at you with his perfect smile.

He made you have butterflies in your stomach every time he looked at you. It was so warm now. Loki stroked your soft hair, you felt like nothing was wrong with you, so you wondered why you had to stay in bed. Oh well you didn't care just as long as you were with him, you didn't care where you were. You sat up against his chest in his big bed in the darkened room. With nothing really to do, you two talk to each other until you dozed off into a deep slumber. Loki kissed your temple, laid down beside you, and fell asleep after about a minute.

The night was half way over until a guard rushed into the room.

"Loki, the All-Father wishes to speak with you at once!" He said in a menacing tone.

Loki threw his covers off of him and onto you, to keeping you hidden. Hoping that you would be safe, he left in a hurry.