𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

7│QUEEN OF THE CASTLE

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ꒱


❝ IS IT YOUR PLAN TO 
KILL US ALL, LITTLE WIFE? ❞

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A S G A R D

The bed was still warm when Eleanora woke for the day, the temperature maintained by her husband's body as he still lay next to her. She stayed relaxed against him, hoping that he wouldn't notice the shift between sleeping and wakefulness. She kept her eyes closed to help with the illusion and counted the steady beats of his heart in her mind as her ear was pressed against his chest. Loki's nimble fingers lazily ran through her blonde tresses in a soothing, absent-minded way as he waited for her to rise. Deciding that she wanted to stay like this as long as possible, she wiggled closer to him to better enjoy the comfort— the movement that ultimately did her in.

Her husband let out a soft huff of air and the motion of his fingers stilled. "I know you're awake, dröttning."

Eleanora pouted a little at his observation. "How did you know? I thought I hid it so well this time."

"I could hear your breathing change," he replied. "And as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, the king has duties to attend to."

She propped herself up on an elbow, causing the blankets to slide down her bare shoulder. While he probably thought he was being subtle, she didn't miss the flick of her husband's eyes as they moved from her face to her chest— which had been her goal. "I could make it worth your while, my king."

The use of his title made Loki's already barely-there willpower cave and he gently pushed at her shoulder to get her to lie flat again before he positioned himself over her. His voice came out in a low rumble when he spoke next, his head already lowering to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck. "You best make sure you do, temptress."

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Needless to say, it took them much longer to get out of bed than either of them had planned, which ended in a hurried scramble for clothes as they got dressed. As Eleanora brushed her hair, she watched her husband appreciatively in the mirror as he bent to retrieve his pants. "What are your plans for today, konung?"

He offered her a faint smile at the endearment and shrugged. "Ruling our people, as usual."

The blonde sighed and put down her brush, turning to face him properly. "Do you really expect me to believe that? Asgard's people are the last thing you care about, especially right now." Her tone became apologetic as he flinched at the unpleasant reminder of his newly-discovered heritage. "So please don't treat me like I'm stupid and let me in. You don't have to tell me everything, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't lie to my face."

Loki came over to her, still half-dressed, and took her hands in his. "Of course, darling. That was an old habit, naturally."

He paused to consider which half-truth he wanted to tell her. Should he share his plans to go to Midgard and talk to his brother? Or that he wanted to visit Thor's hammer, just for a trip of self-indulgence? Or that, finally, he would go to Jotunheim and make a deal with Laufey? She would surely disapprove of all of the above, but the last one especially. She would also insist on coming with him on all of these escapades, which wasn't ideal; he wouldn't be able to craft the lies he wanted to tell his adopted brother with her there. But, he could probably dissuade her from coming with him to Midgard more easily than Jotunheim, so he settled for that.