Rating: R *dark themes*
Summary: unable to gain children from his wife, Loki seeks out a mortal who can do it instead.
Note: *requested from tumblr*
The sound of pounding boots echoed through the palace halls of Asgard, indicating those in sight to stay out of the way and to not interfere, no matter how important the matter is. Loki's cape flowed behind him while his helmet rested just above his brow, looking like every inch of power he had while holding the title as king. Yet what could have possibly upset him when he had exactly what he wanted? War? No.
His Wife.
Sigyn has yet again successfully pissed him off and he hated that it wasn't even her fault. Per-say..
Honestly he would always love her, but his love for her had changed many centuries ago and so for him, unlike for her, he was fond of her as if he had fondness for a close friend. Any piece of affection she tried giving him, he would reciprocate but with an empty heart.
Its gone on for to long and every day he feels like he's been lying to her, but leaving was not an option. They married for the thrown and Asgard required a queen, for heirs. So they've been trying. Trying for no damn reason.
It was clear that she was unable to bear children.
His heart mourned and hardened at the same time, hating he couldn't provide her, nor his people the bloodline he was required to give. Until the idea sparked in his mind that very moment their latest argument ended.
He would merely find a mortal that resembled his wife and breed her. Their children would look similar as if Sigyn herself bared them and his people would never know the difference.
Mortals were disposable creatures anyway.
Finally reaching his own quarters- his old one anyway until he had to partake in the shared one, he made sure all doors and any openings were sealed with magic. No one would be able to enter or exit unless it would be through him.
his eyes flashed green before he raised his palm and a small mirror appeared before him, but no reflection appeared, just merely darkness.
''find me one. One who resembles my goddess, one who is able to bear an heir..'' he mumbled before the mirror began to shimmer before producing a moving image of a woman who walked the halls of a Midgardian work building of some sort, but that didn't matter. Loki's focus was awe stuck at how close in resemblance she was to his wife, and fairly beautiful in her own way. Not bad, for a mortal.
''she'll do.'' He stated before the mirror grew to his size, stretching to full length before he took a deep breath and stepped through.
''fucking let me go!''
Loki yanked her through the mirror, the mortal stumbling through by his grip strength, still in her short sleep wear- a reminder of where and when he took her, before he released her wrist, the mirror vanishing to prevent escape.
''let me intro-''
''I know exactly who you fucking are, Loki'' she snapped, the fire in her spirit and eyes already making him like her more and more as she rubbed her wrist. ''news flash, you don't kidnap people in their damn sleep. now return me right-''
''unfortunately your return will be impossible darling, your assistance is needed here.'' he sighed, as if he had no choice in the matter as he used his magic to have his armor and cape vanish.
''what- I don't even have any powers.. I'm useless to you-'' she stammered, aware of the temperature here and covered herself with her arms.
''in battle, yes. But Asgard needs a bloodline continued.'' He explained, rotating his shoulders and neck as he spoke, his casual state spooking her more as if he was preparing for a fight.
