Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

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Graphic sex scene in this chapter because I'm super bored and wanted to spice things up a bit, so I'll give you a heads up. Again, there won't be any major plot details included, so it'll be fine if you skip that part. I'll give you a warning before it starts, and it goes to the end of the chapter. 

:) 

For someone who has spent the last week doing absolutely nothing, I'm exhausted. A servant brings me dinner from the kitchens, which makes a wonderful change from the monotony of prison meals. I can't stop yawning, even though it's barely dusk outside. I stayed in Loki's all day, reading through a pile of books he has on the small coffee table. He's been sitting on the throne, disguised as Odin all day.

I jump when I hear the creak of the door opening, and quickly grab a knife from beside me. I relax once I see that it's just a guard, then relax even further when the guard turns into Loki.

"Hey," I drop the knife onto the table, getting up and putting my arms around his waist. It feels so good to just hold him tight, to listen to the beat of his heart under my head. He runs his hands through my hair, holding me just as tightly. I stifle another yawn, making him laugh.

"Are you tired after such an exhausting day of doing nothing?"

"Yes," I mumble, still not letting go of him.

"Come with me," he says, "the bed felt so empty without you."

"Ok," I let go of him, going into the bedroom and rifling through the cupboard until I find a pair of pyjamas. I don't care if they're mine or not, they're pyjamas either way. I change quickly, then give my teeth a quick brush and flop into bed, waiting for Loki. He's not far behind me.

At the same time, we both edge towards the middle of the bed, trying to get as close to each other as possible. I reach over and flick a piece of hair off his cheek, letting my hand rest there for a minute. He leans even closer to me, pressing his lips against mine. I kiss back, tangling my fingers in his hair. He tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull away.

"I'm way too tired for that," I yawn, "sorry."

"It's fine," he smiles, "we have all the time in the world."

I kiss his lips again, then rest my head on his chest and close my eyes.

The time that follows my release from prison is what I would refer to as a golden age. Asgard prospers with Loki on the throne, and I can't ever remember having as much fun in my life. I love finding new ways to surprise him every day, and today is no different.

I balance precariously on top of the book shelf, my head pressed against the ceiling and my back to the wall. My knees are starting to cramp, and I'm worried that if he doesn't come in soon, my feet are going to fall asleep. I shift slightly, then freeze as I hear footsteps outside.

Sure enough, the door opens, and a servant enters, shutting the door behind themselves. There's a flash of green and Loki stands there, looking around the room apprehensively. "(Y/N)?" he asks, "Are you here?"

I stifle a giggle, then push myself off the shelf and jump down, landing a few inches away from him and stumbling forwards.

"What the...? Don't tell me," he catches me in his arm, kissing my cheek.

"You miss me?" I grin, looking up into his face.

"Being king is so boring," he laments, "it's a good think I have you to spice up my life."