After Loki's lost bet with Thor, D.B. Cooper causes chaos on Midgard, and a war with Vanaheim rises in the East, so Odin proposes a wager of his own to his youngest son:
An arranged marriage, one for the public. If the terms of the deal are honored...
Warnings: sleepy boners, a spritz of emotional manipulation, Loki being cute with a child
Summary: Loki wakes with Adora in his arms, and finds he quite likes the way it feels... until her father finds them. Later, Loki has a gift for Milja and Adora
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Loki sighed contentedly as he peeled open his eyes, blinking through the sunlight washing over him.
It was cool outside, the Asgardian morning quiet before the heat of the day came through. Streams of amber and violet flowed over the trees and the ponds of the palace grounds, the birds and squirrels chattering away far off from the balcony.
Adora was pressed into his side, warm and soft. Her nest of curly hair tickled his nose, her scent of oranges and cinnamon filling him as he smiled.
He squeezed her tighter and kissed the top of her head, and when his shirt shifted he felt the puddle of drool she left on his chest. Letting out a little grunt of satisfaction, he smoothed his hand up her back and held her close.
Last night opened a door for them, a way through their frightening twenty years and Loki could see the light at the end of the tunnel. She was trusting him, letting him inside her heart after nearly two weeks of him struggling to find a way in.
He had been right, the way to Adora's heart was through Milja, and he'd succeeded.
A part of him felt guilty, to use her child as a means to an end. The little girl had decided to trust him as well, and though Loki had no intention of breaking that trust, doing it to get what he wanted seemed a bit cruel.
If he played his cards right they would be none the wiser, so it mattered little.
Adora was falling for him, he could tell. Loki meant it when he said he'd never hurt her, and he never wanted to. The way she melted into his arms last night when he kissed her, her confession of innocence and worry, it only proved it to him.
Is it going to hurt?
The question barreled suddenly through his mind, making his chest tighten painfully.
It hurt last time. It hurt the whole time.
As manipulative as Loki was, he made sure anyone who graced his bed enjoyed themselves. The thought of Adora not only regretting her one and only sexual encounter, but to have been in pain while it happened... rage clawed through him like a rabid dog.
Loki threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled her tightly to him. She moaned softly in her sleep and melted into his side, her nose nuzzling under his neck, warm and safe.
He knew he'd keep her safe, keep Milja safe as well. Even though this whole thing was a means to an end, Loki would make sure everyone got out of this unscathed.
