Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

24

The indignity of wearing chains is almost more than my pride can take. I jiggle my hands in front of me, making them clink together. Around my neck, the heavy collar presses uncomfortably into my skin, another piece of chain attaching it to my wrist manacles and yet another piece attaching them to the bonds around my ankles. While I find being tied up hot, it's remarkably less so when it's in public, and done by a palace guard. Beside me, Loki is receiving much the same treatment.

"We don't even have a sentence yet," I protest, "this is so unfair!"

"The language you used with myself and Odin the last time you were here has already warranted punishment," Thor growls, pulling on my chains, "it would be unwise of you to provide further reason to imprison you."

"It wasn't even that bad!" I snort, following him towards the throne room.

"(Y/N)," Loki says from beside me, "while I find your spirit admirable and your willingness to fight undeniably attractive, I believe that my brother is right."

"Do you have to fucking compliment me with every sentence you say?" I ask, but it's only half-assed. The way he talks is so hot.

"I thought you liked it," he sighs, shuffling beside me.

"I'm begging you brother, (Y/N), please stop flirting," Thor implores, and I grin.

"I can't," I say, "he's too fucking sexy to resist."

"That's a bit rich, coming from you," Loki joins in, earning a groan from Thor. "I must say," he continues, "we should get some of these wonderful chains for the bedroom. Wouldn't you agree, my love?"

"Totally," I smirk, biting my lip and glancing from Loki's face down to his tied hands. "I bet we could make this so hot."

"Darling, you make anything hot. Even a frost giant."

"That was smooth," mutters one of the guards escorting us.

"Do not encourage them," Thor snaps, and I realise we're almost at the throne room.

"My son," Odin calls when we enter, and Thor drops to one knee. I know that I'm supposed to do the same, but I'm feeling in the mood for some disrespect to authority.

"Father," Thor say, getting up and gesturing to us, "I found Loki and (Y/N)."

"Ah," the king of Asgard's eye scans my face, then Loki's. I try to look like I don't give a fuck, but it's hard. I give many fucks. "So you have returned?"

"Sure looks like it," I shrug as best I can, the chains rattling again.

"What made you think you had any right?" Odin asks, and I shrug again.

"I dunno," I say, "maybe because this is my fucking home and I served my punishment, I should be free to go!"

"You murdered my son, you betrayed the kingdom to the frost giants, and you committed treason multiple times. Not to mention the disrespect you showed both me and Thor the last time you were here."

"Disrespect?" I ask. "You mean like taking somebody's memories, who they are, and casting them down onto a foreign planet? That kind of disrespect?"

"Silence!" Odin booms, and I shut my mouth. "Loki," he says, turning to his other son, "what have you to say for this... woman."

"She's said it all," he stares the king directly in the face, and I think I can detect a hint of pride in his voice. It makes me feel warm inside.