Unbearable Heat (Part 1)

6K 34 18
                                    

(Loki Laufeyson X Reader) Warning: fluff, and I guess angst

By the way I just made up a race so don't be upset with me pleaseeee. (The Noldorhiem Elves) also your Name is Aelinor because your elvish, duh. And to warn you the beginning of this story kind of leans towards a Thor X Reader (you have a sibling bond that's it). But I assure you it is a Loki X Reader. I just wanted to show the bond between the reader and Thor was exceedingly strong.

 I just wanted to show the bond between the reader and Thor was exceedingly strong

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.



———————-

As a child you were always the runt elf of your 12 brothers and sisters. Being the youngest wasn't always the easiest when it came to visiting other realms that neighbored the Noldorheim realm. Nolderheim, which happened to be your birth place, was one of the many powerful elves of the nine realms. Alfheim being the closest to your home, the light elves which brought peace and what you presumed sovereignty. They were just as powerful if not equal to your race of elves. Alfheim elves were always beautiful creatures, alluring even the sinister of creatures. Those of which visited your home planet frequently to celebrate the often celebrations you would throw on behalf of your parents. The King and Queen of elves, King Elanĵar and Queen Irithiel, made them the highest reign of the elvish lands. Thus making you and your siblings princes and princesses of the elves.

You'd often find that some of the children happened to be real twisted animals. And by that you meant most of the neighboring princes and princesses were keen to rutting you out. Mostly making fun of you for your rather small and petite form. Not to mention they liked to make fun of your overly long ears and platinum blonde hair. You often wondered why it was only you to be the odd child. The rest of your siblings were either a fairly dark brown, black, or auburn color. When you were old enough, your mother and father explained that it was the genetic birthmark that labeled you as the next Elvish princess to ascend the throne. That of course meant that when you came of age you would have to marry into one of the neighboring realms; a prince. You had asked multiple times why couldn't it be that of an Elf that betrothed you, but they always replied with "To keep peace between the nine realms, we must hold true to the treaty as others before us have my dear." You never understood what it meant and you never tried to make sense of it.

Now that you were older it was harder do things that your parents approved of. At a younger age you were allowed to run around and do things all children dreamed of doing. Playing in the mud, climbing around in trees, the often splashing around in the waters surrounding the castle. Now you were expected to act 'Ladylike', behave like a princess, curtsy when approaching the commoners, use proper tongue, absolutely NO touching anyone other than that of your family, and read literature. It was hard to understand your parents fascination with literature and reading. Sure you found a good place in reading up on some of your history and the novels written by the Elvish King's and Queen's of your past. But they held no mystery, they held little adventure and hardly any romance. You craved to know what love was, what it felt like in the embrace of another. However, it was a serious crime to touch the future Queen of the Nolderheim Elves. You never knew what it was to be in the presence of a man. Of course when you were but a small child you were surrounded by boys of the neighboring 8 realms. But your intimacy never went further beyond childhood bullies and play mates. Your parents always kept you from touching that of a male once you had come of age. Apparently your races of elves entered what your ancestors would have liked to call "Unbearable Heat". It sounded odd, but they strongly made it clear that it was the worst most horrid experience. They often made sure you knew little about what an Elvish Heat was. Only telling you that it would cause discomfort if you were ready to Court with your significant other. Whatever that meant, you had carried on with your life never knowing the true meaning of an "Elvish Heat".

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers X reader Smut Fluff and other thingsWhere stories live. Discover now