Various x reader oneshots

(Loki Laufeyson) Always

Published: August 22, 2020
Word count: 891
Prompt: "I'm not leaving you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."
Written for tumblr's @peterman-spideyparker's writing challenge!

A shuddering breath escaped you as you attempted to calm your nerves. It didn't help, though, as you felt just as anxious as you had for the past two hours.

The royal maids fussed over you, checking every single little detail to make sure your appearance was immaculate. They had been in your room for an hour and you just found out how it took nobles so long to get dressed as it was now happening to you.

You heard the door click open as lithe footsteps reached your ears. You turned as far as you could with one maid touching up your headdress and another tightening the sash of your dress. Catching a glimpse of your princely lover, a wide smile spread over your face.

Loki shooed the maids out of the room, closing the door behind you and taking you into his arms.

"How are you doing, love?" he whispered, thumb rubbing comforting circles on your arm.

"Nervous," you admitted. "Really, really nervous."

"Dear heart, I don't care whether or not they like you. You are my choice, now and always."

His lips pressed a soft kiss to your hairline. You breathed in his scent, once, twice, before pulling away to look at him.

"Okay," you sighed. "Okay."

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The guards' stentorian voices announced your arrival in unison, and you grasped Loki's hand tightly in your own as you strode into the large, ornately decorated room.

"Welcome, Lady (Y/N). It's so wonderful to meet you. Loki has told me much about you." Frigga approached you as you curtsied, a warm smile gracing her features.

"Thank you, your Majesty. I've heard many things about you as well, and the pleasure is all mine."

"Please, Frigga is fine." She gestured to the table where Loki and an older man you assumed to be Odin were seated. Your prince rose to pull out a chair for you and you shot him a grateful grin.

Conversation with Frigga flowed smoothly, but you were under the impression Odin was glaring at you whenever you weren't looking.

"And do you ever think about a future with my son?" Frigga inquired. You opened your mouth to respond when Odin finally spoke.

"A future? (Y/N) is Midgardian, she will die long before he does. Prince Loki should think twice before choosing a bride on a whim."

Your mouth almost dropped open in shock as you glanced at Loki. Frigga seemed equally stunned, glaring at her husband.

"Odin!"

"No!" The Allfather rose from his seat and you swallowed nervously. This was not going to end well. "I will not let the royal family of Asgard be mocked in this manner. This girl is not even close to suitable. She is not prepared for a life among nobility!"

"How dare you!" Loki shot up out of his chair, slamming his hands down on the table. He was fuming. "You have no right to determine who I can or cannot court. I will make those decisions myself!"

"No, I don't, for you are not my son! Thor is the heir to the Asgardian throne, and the only reason you are still here is Frigga. I should have let you die in Jotunheim!"

Loki stumbled backwards, eyes wide, and you knew those words stung. You slipped out of your seat, placing a hand on his shoulder. He covered your hand with his own, squeezing slightly as if to thank you.

"Odin! You will not speak to my son in that manner!"

"Your son? He is no more yours than mine!"

"Let's go," you whispered in Loki's ear and he nodded, flicking his wrist. A green mist surrounded the two of you as you disappeared, reappearing in his room.

You moved to look at him, but he hid himself from your view.

"Loki? Loki, will you look at me?" you probed, voice soft and gentle.

He complied, spinning around to face you. You saw a storm of emotions in his beautiful blue eyes, and you wished with all your heart that you could take his pain away.

"(Y/N), I swear, if I knew Odin was going to react like that, I would never have brought you along."

Oh god, he was worried about you?

"Loki, I'm fine, really. It's no big deal, I've heard it all before. But are you alright?"

He nodded, but his eyes wouldn't meet yours.

"Go ahead, I won't hold it against you." A sad smile played on his lips as he caressed your cheek before withdrawing his hand.

"What? Go ahead with what?"

"Leave if you wish, love. I won't blame you."

"Loki, Loki, Loki. You really think I'd leave just because of that? Then you've got a lot to learn." You stepped closer to him, your fingers interlocking at the back of his neck. "I love you, Loki. That means I'm here for you. I'm with you for better or worse. You are the one, the only one. I love you, Loki and I'm not leaving."

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he pressed feather-light kisses to your knuckles.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"Trust me, Loki. I'm not leaving you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise."

He answered with a kiss, a breathtaking kiss that made your knees buckle. He caught you, though. He always would.