Loki's Throne

Ch. 7

~ Loki's p.o.v. ~

I smile. "I see you wanna be the dominant one," I grab her chin and force my lips onto hers, grabbing her hair with my other hand. I hungrily lap at her mouth, wanting this so much.

I can feel the magic going through my fingers into her skin, making its way to her mind.

As fast as I kiss her, I back off before she can react. I keep my hands on her face to keep the magic going and I look at her.

She's breathing heavily, and I smile, biting my lip. "You're gonna learn how to be submissive," I promise her.

And I can see her eyes change from chocolate brown to emerald green.

With that I put the illusion of Odin back on.

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~ Alex's p.o.v. ~

I stand there. Well, I'm not exactly sure where "there" is. But I'm standing on a trail, going towards what looks to be a city.

And I'm not alone.

"Who are you?" I ask. My head feels weird. Really weird. Like, it's throbbing and I can't remember shit. Did I get really drunk???

"My name is Odin, the Allfather, King of Asgard. Let me show you the way into the palace," The old man in front of me says, dressed in armor, wearing a golden eyepatch. His gray beard looked so fluffy...would he be offended if I touched it?

"Um, sure, yeah." I said.

Odin looked at me. "Is something wrong ma'am?" He said, concern written on his face.

"Nothing," I reply, looking down. "My head just fucking hurts..."

"I'll send you to a healer." Odin said. He nodded to me, beckoning for me to follow him.

I walked after him, my two steps matching his one. I looked around, and stopped when we entered the city, looking straight ahead at the palace.

I couldn't say anything, but the words I did say were: "Aye Dios mio, es heche de oro. Es todo oro."

Odin looked at me, confused. I smiled. "I forget. You...people, whatever the hell you are, don't know how to speak the Spanish."

Odin laughed and said, "No child, I should think not."

We stood there for a good minute or two, adoring the castle, before Odin leaned next to me and said, "By the way, welcome to Asgard."

....

"This is your room, where you'll be staying." Odin says, guiding me through the Asgardian palace, into my room.

It was huge. Like, a room Tony Stark would sleep in. Complete with fluffy carpet, walk in closets, and a California King Size bed, where the sheets are silk.

"I can't sleep here, I'm not rich and/or royalty," I say, kinda serious. As much as S.H.I.E.L.D. pays, let the government take away for taxes, and you're barely making living wage. Sucks being middle class. That makes me just a bit insecure. Especially when you're in a castle made of gold and your host is a king.

Odin laughs. "Please, no one cares about that here." He looks at me, and I stare at him. Is that a bit of...green? in his steel-blue eyes?

He looks away. "They only care if you're royalty. I'll say you're a friend." He turns, and I look around.

I see a door connecting to the next room. "Hey, um, Odin?"

He turns to look at me. "Yes, darling?"

Darling. Darling... Why do I hear someone else's voice? Who's voice even is it?

I shake my head. "Um, who's room am I connected to?"

Odin smiles. "Loki's room. But it's okay, you won't have to worry about him disturbing you."

With that, he walks out, leaving me to wonder who Loki is and why he won't be disturbing me.

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translations:

"Aye Dios mio, es heche de oro. Es todo oro." "Oh my God, it's made of gold. It's all gold."

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a/n just found out I'm going to Comic Con!!! Getting my cosplay ready, can't wait!!! And, of course, I'm cosplaying Loki, from the Avengers.