Why Me? (Loki x Reader)

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You were walking through the streets of Asgard, carrying a creature by the tail, a throwing knife in its eye.

As you took your steps, you saw a few Asgardians nodding their heads in respect and understanding to you, like they did to all the royal families of the 9 realms, well, 8 realms, you had no where to rule anymore. The streets of Asgard were breath taking, all buildings made of golds that looked like you were in some kind of dream.

You arrive at your destination, you push open a door to where an older looking man was standing behind the counter, you strut over and place the animal that was in your hands onto the benchtop.

"How was your hunt this morning,    Y/N?" The man behind the counter asked, you give him a small smile as you cut the fur and head off the animal you had caught

"Not much today, it was empty out there"

"You must be catching them all, ma'am"

You look up at the cashier, Yrsa, as he calls you 'ma'am' but changing the conversation

"Yrsa, look, we've known each other for around 1,000 years. I've supplied you with food to sell for ages. Can you at least consider upping the payment?" You plead Yrsa as you hand him the meat of the creature on the table that you had been skinning before.

"Sorry, Y/N. The king said I can no longer pay you more than one coin as you're from Alf..."

He trailed off, you nod slightly. Odin never liked you staying in Asgard, he only took you in because you was from Alfheim, the realm everyone feared to speak. Alfheim and you're name had became such a cursed word, not even Thor and Loki know you're Ljósálfar, they thought the entire population had died.

"I understand" You reply before walking out of the store and continuing your stroll down the streets of Asgard

...

Every Asgardian was in the massive thrown room Odin had, watching as Thor walking the aisle where two rows of Asgardian guards were beside him.

The crowds were roaring, watch as Thor Odinson, son of Odin, made his way to the thrown showing off as he waved his hammer around.

"Excuse me, excuse me" You say, pushing your way through the crowd to stand between Loki and Lady Sif.

"I'm on time"

"Y/N, you're 5 minutes late" Sif whispers as Thor points his hammer at her and you scoff

"Please, what a show off"

Thor makes his way to the stairs before the thrown, placing his hammer down and getting on one knee.

Thor winked at his mother, Frigga, as Odin rose from the thrown. Thor turns his head to the Warriors Three, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg. Odin lifts his staff from the ground before slamming back into the floor, the crowd of Asgardians fall silent and Thor looked back at Odin

"Thor... Odinson" Odin begins "My heir, my first-born"

You look at Loki, noticing the look on his face as he looked in the opposite direction to you. You gently nudge him, making him look at you as you gave him a small smile.

"So long entrusted with the mighty hammer, Mjönir, forged in the heart of a dying star. As a weapon to destroy, or a tool to build"

Odin continues, pausing for a moment

"Tis a fit companion for a king. I have defended Asgard, and the innocent lives across the 8 realms"

You look away, knowing it wasn't true. If Odin had protected the 8 realms, where was the 9th?