Stars [ Loki X Reader ]

12 // My King

Y/N

"Y/N is fine," you said. "Lady Y/N, I think it would be better for Loki to lead the way," Thor said, looking at Loki. "Right, I am a better leader anyways." Loki remarked as he went ahead of you and started to make his way to the library. You followed Loki, Thor following you. Loki pushed open the doors of the library and gestured to it. You took a glance inside. Wow, this is amazing. I feel like I'm in heaven. "You must have a book for everything," you commented, taking a few steps inside. "We do. How pathetic is your library that this feels grand to you?" Loki spat out, clearly annoyed. Had you stepped into his territory? "Loki, tame yourself." Thor said. "My king, I apologize but this is a luxury for me,"

"What did you call me?"

"What did you call him?"

Thor and Loki both chorused. You turn to face them. "Say that again, Lady Y/N" Thor said, a sly smirk on his face. Loki seemed speechless. "I apologize but this is a luxury for me?" You acted innocent although you knew what you had said. Thor huffed, hitting Loki's back. " Sorry, Lady Y/N. I must be hearing things." You nod and began to explore the library. While you were exploring, you could hear Loki and Thor arguing. They were trying to lower their voices but you heard them anyway. They were arguing about the word you had called Loki. "Mother, you would not believe it but Lady Y/N called Loki 'king'!" Thor whisper-yelled. "Mother, she did not. Thor is hearing things." You could hear Frigga laugh.

You approach them again, this time with a book in your hand. "Found a book you like, my dear?" Frigga asks as soon as she spots the book in your hand. You shook your head with a smile. You gave the book to Loki. "But I found something that Loki might like," Loki was stunned, he did not know what to do or say. Frigga nods with a laugh. "You're a very thoughtful girl. I would not mind if you married Loki, dear Y/N." Frigga winks at you. "M-M" Loki could not say what he wanted while Thor looked like he was about to burst out laughing any moment. "My queen," you paused for dramatic effect. "I would not mind if I married Loki as well." you walked away, taking the same path you did to go to the library. As you descended down the stairs, you could hear Thor's loud teasing. You giggle to yourself, looking for your mother so you could explore the palace together.

Frigga had invited you and your mother to stay for dinner. You could not help but suspect the reason behind the invite is because of what you said. You sat opposite of Loki, your mother beside you. You ate with manners, knowing you had to since you were in the presence of the king and queen. After dinner was finished, you excused yourself to go to the library once more. "Follow her, Loki. She might get lost!" Thor teased. "Please excuse me," Loki said and you heard a chair moving. You went out the door and in the hallway. You did not get far until you were grabbed by the wrist and pinned to the wall.

Instead of him lashing out on you, Loki kissed you passionately. "How would little Y/N like it if she stayed the night with who she deems is her king?" Loki whispered against your lips. Loki pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you want to stay the night, you better start begging your mother."

Loki walked away, vanishing right before your eyes.

Did you do what Loki asked? Yes.

Now you were heading to Loki's room, making sure no one saw you. You knocked on the door and Loki opened the door. "This dress must be worth millions," he said, sliding his hand down your arm. "but in my room, it's one hundred percent off." Loki pulled you in and pinned you to the wall like he did earlier. Your dress disappeared, leaving you in your undergarments. "You tease," Loki breathed out as he looked at your body. Loki pushed himself on you, making sure you felt the bulge in his pants. Both of your lips connected, the kiss getting more and more aggressive. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt and on que, his shirt disappeared. Loki lifted you up, and walked over to his bed, throwing you on it. He climbed on top of you, slipping his fingers underneath your bra...