✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 | 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

"My prince, you are requested in the throne room." Y/n glances over to the usual maiden in the door frame. Loki puts down his book, and you begrudgingly follow, as usual.

A lovesick God, following a trickster.

You we're the Egyptian wolf god of death, but not what the first thought always is. Y/n's job was to guide the dead to their trial, where they'd be sent to the field of reeds or to decay in restless desert sands.

But nowadays you followed lost souls, like you.

One after one they'd all die,

And you'd haft to watch. As they all drop like flies to time. Not this time, this time you'd make sure it was painless. Instead of the usual snarky wolf-eared guide, he'd see- nothing.

Y/n would hide in reflections and cracks and no one would see a thing.

Only if you were looking for it. But right now Y/n was looking at Loki's swaying hand. After long centuries of Egyptian bindings, you had replaced it with midgaurdian clothing. The colors were darker, and the fabric was much more comfy. Loki turns into the throne room, greeting his father's cold eyes. "Since Thor's banishment, I seem to have lost all hope of a steady future heir. With years of your mother at my side, I have grown to greatness and worthy of the title of king."

Y/n looked to Loki, who she could tell was upset already.

"So tomorrow proceedings will hold trials. Every royal Member, prince, princess, god, or common folk can participate."

Your eyes widen, "for what?" Loki asks, "Your hand." The moment Odin said the words you knew it was fatal. Loki tenses, clenching his fists. "Father- I do not need-" "It is done! I will hear no Ill will of this." "Mother.." Frigga looked at her son, before walking off her throne beside Odin's.

To Loki, cupping his face. "I promise you, this is for your own benefit." Loki pulled himself away from her, stomping down the halls. That's when you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Frigga was looking directly at you.

Felt even deeper.

"He will never understand." Odin begins, Frigga turned back to her husband. "Maybe not." Y/n let out a sigh and quickly tip-toed back to her favorite Prince.

Y/n didn't want to see him with another girl, or boy, or anyone else besides the wolf god of guidance. She knew this would happen one day. It just came too soon, as if it ever was too long ahead. Y/n frowns in her prince's doorway. Loki was wrecking his room, shoving books off shelves to kicking chairs in.

But she couldn't do a thing about it.

Could she?

Loki stands behind his mother, who turns sympathetically at her distraught-looking son. And his busted knuckles. With a slight sigh, she lifts them to heal, only for him to rip them away. He walks past her coldly to his place, where he'd watch the tournament ensue.

"Today we come here to find my son's rightful hand. Whoever they may be, win."

Like that, it began.

2 men, one with a sword and the other with a war hammer.

1 man with a war hammer, and a woman with a pitchfork.

A woman with a pitchfork, and an apprentice mage.

A woman with a pitchfork, and a woman with a lasso.

Y/n watched the fights go on and on, from behind Loki. She leaned on his seat with a frown.

"I do hope Everyone competes. Every soul deserves a chance to love another." Frigga spoke up, staring at the war below her. "I hope not everyone. That man's lived two of Loki's Lives." Odin grimaces. "Perhaps his soul mate will appear to him. I hope she does." Frigga says, glancing at your boots.

Your boots.

She could totally see you.

Frigga's lips curved to a smile, obviously seeing your widened eyes. You nod disagreeingly, before watching another winner rise in the ranks of the tournament. You stomp your foot and run off the platform, leaving Frigga with a grin.

Loki's eyes threw daggers at the man beside him, His parents both watching his life be sold away. With smiles, how dare they.

How could they? Do this to him.

To their son.

Shouts erupted in the stadium below, ripping him out of his trance. His eyes landed on, a girl. Y/n cloaked her usual tail and twitchy ears, suspecting it'd freak out her favorite prince. Now she just looked like a strange midgaurdian. Fighting in a tournament for his hand.

"Is that a Midgaurdian?"

Odin speaks up, sitting straight on his throne.

The man in front of her laughed, readying his axe. "Aw, wee cute little kit. I'll let you take the first strike, Midgaurdian." Y/n smiled a fangy grin. She threw her hands out, claws out. The one wolf attribute she didn't put under the rug for him. In a second the man was thrown out of the ring and into the now crumbling wall behind him.

Loki sits up on his throne, you couldn't be Midgaurdian. Could you?

"Next victim!" Y/n shouts, hand up in a peace sign. A woman this time, a mage. As she raised her hands for a spell, Y/n swept her legs throwing her into the floor next to the dent left before. "Next please.!" Green eyes followed the girl and her foreign hand signs.

Next was an armored man, not a single weak spot uncovered. "Woah." Y/n smiles, "That's so shiny.." Her eyes study the carving in the metal. "Go home little flea." Y/n frowns and pulls her eyelid down in a tease. As he rises his axe she stays still. Loki leans closer to the railing, what was she thinking?

Just as the blade is breaths away from splitting you in two, you catch it. With two fingers. The world stopped, the blade turned to ash.

Y/n raises her leg and kicks the man back, finally breaking the wall behind him. Loki watches the strange girl win and win and win, finally making it to the last warrior.

Y/n dodges every hit she threw, until kicking the sword off and letting it spiral into the wall of the stadium. "Hit me earth girl!" the woman grits, "now I don't want to." Y/n sticks out her tongue, grabbing her arm and throwing the woman down out of the ring.

"Enough!" Odin yells, standing from his throne. "I will not allow a midgaurdian to take my son's side. It is inappropriate-" Y/n fixes her posture. "No- nono- what's inappropriate is selling your son off like cattle! Did you consider even giving him time to figure out who he wanted to be with if he wanted to? I thought the All-father was better than racism."

Y/n argues.

"I forfeit! Everyone else lost from the ring, no one wins your cruel tournament." She steps out from the circle. With that, the whole royal family was standing up and watched her walk away. Frigga smiles, watching her husband storm off. "Strong girl isn't she?" She begins, "Do you think Father will listen?" Frigga slowly answers, "Not from a midgaurdian." Loki watches your figure fade away into the forest.

"That's not like any midgaurdian I've ever seen."