(Loki Laufeyson X Reader) Warning: smuttish, some angst, little fluff
Let me just start out by saying I apologize for how long it's been since I have updated anything!! I have finally gotten a job and I'm going into my 12th month of working so bare with me. First off, I know it isn't New Years or Christmas or Halloween or any major holiday, but I hope you all have enjoyed your year here in 2021! I hope everyone had a safe and fun halloween, Christmas and New Years. Not to mention earth day, Easter, 4th of July, etc.
Please if all of you can, bare with me, I very sincerely apologize for the LONGEST of updates. Work has been a ROLLER COASTER RIDE. And it's very exhausting so writing has been haulted only for the time being. I have occasionally made changes to my chapters and updates so please have patience! I'm trying you LOVELY READERS💕😘😭✋🏼
By the way that is the crown you are wearing^^^ I should have shown you guys sooner but, oops🤷🏼♀️ also In the next chapter or two I'm going to be posting what I think the family of Nolderheim should look like. You of course will look like you, just with white hair.
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Early morning sunrise had come quicker than you had thought it would. Your nights rest had been anything but pleasant. Especially after the encounter with your siblings. If anything Tamara was going to continue harassing you until you renounced the crown to her. You weren't sure if this was their jealousy or the plain simple fact that they just wished you would go rot in hell.
Fearful of what your siblings would do to you in your sleep, you ended up locking the door and staying up most of the night. You had wanted to make sure none of them would pick the lock to your door. Even if your comforters were itchy and rough you'd rather try and stay awake then be smothered to death in your sleep. The bed was a far cry from the comfort of your own back home to say the least. But nonetheless, it was what was available. Even your parents got the best bedrooms in this place. But the future Queen? Lord, who in the hell would want to make her comfortable. After so many years away from Asgard, you had forgotten the many customs you had to abide by when it came to the Asguardians. Not to mention all of the festivities they held year round. Even their attire was very peculiar and odd, the clothing style just made you want to vomit. Not that it was terrible on them, but on an elf was just pure disgrace.
It was debateful on whether you should get out of bed. The choice was rather hard to debate on whether it was best to even get out and about. Literally having to talk yourself into getting out of bed, you swore up and down nothing good was to come of today. Like a rather uncomfortable itch that was never to go away. Once you were out of bed, you walked over to the window to watch the sun peak over the horizon. It's golden orange color slowly cascading over the valley and towards Asgard. You wanted more than anything to continue staring at the orange and blue colors but you knew you had to meet your family for breakfast. Especially since you were now in a place that made you the guest of honor. Something you would much rather not be.
