A Court of Thrones and Thieves (ACOTAR FANFIC)

Chapter 38

Loki's POV*

"He's preparing to attack!" Inej came stumbling through the balcony doors, completely out of breath. 

"What?" Rhysand asked, already standing. 

"The King of Xesha knows the night court was involved and is preparing to attack in a few days." Inej looked to Loki. 

"Give me a run down on his numbers by tomorrow. See if you can get someone on the inside so we can watch his movements. Be on the lookout and silence any whispers of the crow involvement." Loki was back in boss mode. 

Her lovey-dovey honeymoon phase ended with one simple sentence, back was the bastard of the barrel, ready to pick yet another unwinnable fight. 

With a nod of her head, she took off back out the balcony doors and into the sky. With a look from Rhysand, Azriel took off after her to help. 

"High Lord." Loki turned her attention to Rhysand as the others sat solemnly silent. 

Another war. Another battle. More of their people massacred for the sake of someone else's greed.

Rhysand nodded in acknowledgment that he was listening. "You need to assemble your armies, prepare them. What steps must be taken to do so?"

"We need to visit the court of nightmares to appeal to Keir for use of his dark bringers. Then we need to go to the Illyrians and inform them of the upcoming fight. If it's in a few days we might not have time on our side. It takes a very long time to visit each Illyrian camp and negotiations with the court of nightmares take time as well... I don't know how to assemble them all."

There was a beat of silence, recognizing the dire situation they were in. 

The crows turned to look at Loki. 

A smirk took over Loki's face.

"Scheming face..." Jesper whispered. 

"Yup," Finch answered back.

"You/Feyre, Cassian/Nesta, and Finch/Matthais will separate and take the Illyrian camps. Informing them of the strategies and the upcoming fight. Jesper, Nina, Wylan I need you back in Ketterdam ensuring that everyone knows whoever decides to make a quick buck by assisting the Xeshians won't live long enough to spend it." Loki said quickly, her mind moving a million miles per minute. 

"Well that speeds up the Illyrian camps but what do we do about the court of Nightmares?"

"Nyx and I shall go to the court of Nightmares in your place, of course. He is your Heir so he has jurisdiction to be your representative. I am his official mate and wonderful at getting old males to kneel before me... It won't be difficult. Plus Mor will come with us, she resides over said court does she not?" 

"Are you sure about this?... The court of nightmares... It's not exactly a welcoming place." Mor said.

A wicked smile grew on Loki's face, one that seemed to electrify the air, "Darling... I'm Loki fucking Brekker." 

As if that was answer enough, she began giving out specific orders ignoring Finch as he whispered, 'Who died and made her boss. She's not high Lady yet...'

They all accepted her plan as the best course of action, dividing who would go to which camps. 

Mor turned to Loki, "If we are officially announcing you to the court of Nightmares as Nyx's mate and future High Lady, we need you to look the part.

"What did you have in mind?"

Oh, what a mistake that was because Mor's face lit up, looking at Loki like her new favorite toy. 

NYX'S POV*

Nyx straightened the lapels of his suit Jacket, his crown sat carefully on his head as he waited for Loki to come back down the stairs. 

He was getting better about being away from her for longer periods of time, but the anxiety and the aggression were still there. The most he could do was an hour before he HAD to see her. 

He hoped that the bond would fade just a little so he wouldn't have to fight the impulse to slaughter anyone who spoke his mate's name.

His Mate.

His beautiful, perfect mate. 

As he watched her early, coming up with immediate solutions, and handing out orders, he couldn't help but be completely infatuated with her. 

He loved his parents and he wanted them to live a long and happy life forever, but he couldn't shake the image of him and Loki as High Lord and Lady.

She would be a wonderful High Lady. 

She already has experience leading people, she is a brilliant strategist, not to mention extremely powerful. It also helped that Nyx was completely and irrevocably in love with her. 

He sensed her coming down the stairs and turned to look at her. 

His heart stopped in his chest as he looked at her. She was dressed in a black gown that showed a healthy amount of skin, the material glittered like stars in the night sky as she walked. Her hair looked practically white as an iron and black diamond crown sat on her head. Her lips were also painted a glossy black.

She looked like both a demon and a goddess all at once. The most gorgeous and intimidating thing to ever walk the earth. 

He wanted to fall on his knees and worship her as she gave one of her irresistible mischievous smirks. 

He had nearly forgotten how to breathe as she approached him. 

"Are you ready to scare the shit out of some old hags?" Loki cooed in her playful, yet threatening, raspy voice. 

"Darling, I'm struggling to not throw you over my shoulder, march you back up those stairs, and fuck you until Xesha burns the world around us." Nyx moved closer to her so that their noses brushed. She stood in heels on the last step so she was finally tall enough to look into his eyes.

"I'm getting the sense you like the dress." 

"I love you... The dress is actually pissing me off as it is not on the floor." Nyx moved to kiss her delicate ivory neck. 

"We can do all you desire... afterward."

"This will be the fastest meeting Keir has ever been a part of. You have put me at a severe disadvantage in negotiations... I fear I might accept any of his ridiculous conditions if only to complete our interaction as quickly as possible." Nyx teased in a playful seriousness. 

Loki pulled back, her sharp black nails lightly digging into his skin as she gripped his jaw, "We don't negotiate for what we can take..." 

"Then let's start taking, my darling mate."

"Let's start taking, my Nyx."

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