→→→ Please read Description first. Also I don't know how to go about rating on this, but it does have a steamy kissing scene. lol
***10 Years Old***
Your mother always disapproved of your silly games. She thought you should behave like a young maiden should; especially since your mother was the goddess of spring and the finest seamstress of all Asgard. That did not stop you, oh how you loved to mess with the maids. She constantly scolded you for it, but you didn't care, you still fooled around.
You were crawling through the kitchen, with a mouse in hand. Trying not to giggle, you sneaked in to the main room where your mother, Lady Ēostre was, along with her maids and two other people you couldn't point out (due to your hiding place).
This was your perfect chance. You let the small mouse go and watched it crawl around. The maids still oblivious to the mouse continued working. You saw the furry little creature make its way to one of the young maid’s foot. You waited for her to noticed and let the chaos ring. You watched silently as the maid looked down at her foot. Her face went from calm to a look of terror in seconds. She screamed so loud you were sure all the nine realms heard her. The rest of the maids ran and screamed.
You covered your mouth to refrain from laughing out loud, tears streaming down your face. Suddenly a strong grip on your arm brought you out of your hiding place. You looked up to see the furious glare of your mother. If looks could kill you were sure you would have been in Helheim.
"(F/n)! What is the meaning of this? How many times have I told you, enough with the foolish games!" She turned to look at a beautiful woman while you picked up the small animal.
"I am terribly sorry for the rude interruption Queen Frigga. I did not mean for this to happen."
Your eyes widened and your mouth formed a small "o" shape. You blushed and looked at the Queen.
You quickly bowed and looked up, "I am very sorry Queen Frigga, and if I had known it was you I would have never released Whiskers. Please don't be mad at my mommy. It was just a silly trick of me."
The Queen gave you a gentle smile and tenderly spoke, "Do not fret my dear, having two sons running around the palace means twice the trouble. On the contrary, I am used to this, especially from my dear son Loki."
You finally realized the young boy standing next to her mom, a minor smile playing on his lips.
"You have really pretty eyes Prince Loki." Your eyes widened after you realized what you said.
His cheeks turned a light sheer pink and soon you felt your cheeks grow hot. Quickly turning to look at the Queen you spoke, "Thank you. I am still regretful for the trouble I caused."
"It is quite alright dear. Loki, why don't you and (f/n) go outside while I finish speaking with Lady Ēostre."
"Yes mother." He turned and followed you as you lead the way to the beautiful garden your mother loved so much.
"Prince Loki, is it true you know magic?" You asked him, petting the small brown mouse in your hand.
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, I just thought, it must be wonderful to know magic."
“It makes tricking simpler.”
“Hey, want to go scare some people?” you asked. He turned to look at you, bright green eyes flashing with happiness.
“Lead the way lady (f/n).”
***18 Years Old***
“Mother, when can I leave?”
“In a while (f/n), let me just finish adding the last touches to your dress.”
Sighing, you looked out the window trying to make time pass. The sun wasn’t even up and yet here you were getting your dress done.
Your mother was busier than ever. With the coronation of the two princes just a week away she had to make dresses and suits for the King and Queen, suitors, lords, and their respectful wifes. Life would have been easier for her if the coronation wasn’t during spring time. (The goddess of spring had a job to do after all.) If she wasn’t so busy, you wouldn’t got caught up in the mess. As much as you loved your mother you would much rather spend time with Loki and watching him learn new spells.
“Done. Oh (f/n) you look gorgeous! I wouldn’t be surprised if you have many gentlemen running after you tonight.”
“Thank you mother, I really do love this dress. It’s remarkable.”
You did a small twirl admiring the green gown and the way it pooled around you.
“You may leave now (f/n).”
You quickly changed back to your casual attire.
“Bye mother!” you kissed her cheek and ran out the door toward the palace of Asgard.
Once you entered the palace you were greeted by a maid. You smiled at her and kept on walking.
“(f/n)!” you turned around to see Thor running towards you.
“Hello Thor, fancy seeing you here.” you smiled at your friend.
“Well yes. I, well, you see, for the coronation there will be a ball afterwards witch I assume you know off already.” You nodded and he continued.
“Well Odin would like us to be accompanied by someone and I thought, why not ask a fair and beautiful maiden such as (f/n)? So I am officially asking you, would you like to accompany me to the coronation?”
Your cheeks felt warm and your eyes were the size of Midgard. “I am quite flattered Thor, but with all due respect I cannot say yes. I am sorry. All though, I think you should ask Lady Sif.” Thor nodded and replied,
“There is nothing to be sorry of (f/n) and I shall ask her. As a matter of fact, let me ask her now. Have a good day (f/n).” He smiled at you and then left.
You shook your head and continued your walk.
You reached your destination, smiling you knocked. No one answered. You knocked again. Once again no one answered. You frowned and left.
“Good morning Lady (f/n).”
“Good morning. I have a question for you.”
“Do you happen to know where Prince Loki is? He was not in his room.”
“I’m sorry, but that is something I cannot answer. He simply said he needed time alone and stormed off.”
“Thank you.” The maid nodded and walked off.
You sighed and started walking towards the entrance of the palace.
He must be in the gardens! You thought to yourself. You spun on your heel and headed to the Queen's garden.
Once in the garden you started walking towards the back, where there was a small isolated area away from the rest of the garden (Only known to a few). To the right corner of the garden you saw Loki sitting under a floral tree. You admired him for a while, thinking to yourself how much he had changed since you met him. The young boy was now a gorgeous man. With striking green eyes, nicely arched eyebrows. A thin nose and long narrow cheekbones. And thin smooth lips you longed to kiss.
You softly approached him and sat next to him.
He looked at you with a frown on his face and eyes filled with an emotion you could not quite figure out; Jealousy?
“Good morning prince charming.”
He sighed not looking away from the view that the garden had to offer. What a view it was, showing of the land of Asgard.
“Is something wrong Loki?” Concerned laced in your voice.
“You may be the god of mischief and lies but I can see right through you Loki. Tell me, what has you so distressed.”
“So you can say I am talking nonsense? I rather not.”
“Loki you know I wouldn’t say anything like that. Now tell me what is troubling you.”
The prince let out a long sigh and leaned back on the tree, inspecting the white flowers.
“Since the planning of the coronation, my father has been spending more time with Thor. It’s as if he favors Thor. And it has been going on for a while now. He doesn’t spend time with me like he used to. It hurts me to know he loves my brother more than me. It makes me angry to know that I can't make him proud like Thor, or that he won't ever look at me the same way he looks at Thor.”
“I understand you.”
“You’re just saying that because you pity me (f/n), I don't need your pity. I highly doubt you really understand.” He scoffed.
You let a dry laugh escape you.
“My father, Freyr, he met my mother sixteen years ago. I was the child of a forbidden relationship. He soon had another child, a son. And he always favored him over me, he never visits me anymore. I even doubt he loves me. I know that you feel jealousy, hurt, and anger.”
Something spurred in the price, maybe you truly did understand how me felt. He sighed and continued.
“Everything I do is never enough to please my father and I am always getting blamed for Thor’s stupidities. It is as if he is taking everything from me; he even had the nerve to take away my escort for the coronation?”
“How do you know he asked her yet?” You asked curiously.
“I saw him (f/n). I saw.” A small part of you thought he was talking about you. After all, you were with Thor this morning. Could it really be? Did the Prince return the feelings you felt for him these past three years?
“You must really like her don’t you?”
“I was going to lie, but you in fact do know me too well. Why does it even matter? She most likely said yes. When it comes to Thor and me, it is always him who wins. ” He growled.
“But are you positive she said yes?
“Yes! The way her eyes shone with happiness I did not need any magic to know her answer.”
Your stomach churned in an uncomfortable way. You knew he was not talking about you. When Thor asked you to accompany him you felt uneasy, not happy. You always viewed Thor as an older brother and nothing more. Loki on the other hand.
Both of you didn’t notice the sad look in each other’s eyes.
“You must really like Lady Sif then. I apologize; When The asked me to accompany him to the ceremony I declined. Instead I advised Thor to ask her to the ceremony.” You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.
“What are you talki-, you mea-” Without meaning to, you interrupted him,
“Yes, I was the one who encouraged him to ask her, I’m sorry.”
“(F/n) tha-” you interrupted him again.
“I’m sorry Loki but I must be going now. I hope you can forgive me for causing you such displeasure.” You quickly got up trying to push down the emotions. You started walking away.
“(F/n)!” You quickly picked up your pace.
“(F/n) wait!” Now started running, you didn't want your Prince to see you in this state.
“Would you stop running?” He yelled.
You ignored Loki, desperately trying to get away. How could you tell the prince of Asgard that you liked him for the past three years? That you had this immense attraction towards him? You couldn’t. Why would he even like you when he liked Lady Sif or could like the hundreds of maidens that found him attractive?
You furiously wiped the tears away, suddenly wishing you had said yes to Thor.
Not looking where you were going you crashed into someone. Without looking you apologized, “I’m sorry.”
A cool hand gripped your wrist and made you look up.
“Dammit (f/n), will you stop trying to get away from me?” you confused his frustrations with anger and looked anywhere but his eyes.
"What? Do you also prefer my brother like every other woman here in Asgard?”
“Hardly Loki, but you wouldn’t understand.”
“Then help me understand! Help me understand why you are so upset about this!”
“Because, I, I, are you that blind! Because I hurt you!" You lied. You were already hurt, you didn't want to deal with his rejection.
“You’re lying! You can’t lie to the god of lies himself. So I order you to tell me, not as your friend but as the Prince of Asgard.”
There, the truth had to come out once and for all. You couldn’t deny an order from the prince.
You grew very nervous. You had to tell him now, there was no going back. Would he laugh at your confession? Would he ignore? You took a deep breath and looked up.
“Because, I... I, I do..., because I love you. I have loved you since my fifteen birth year. But what does it matter? You have many maidens who you can be with and it angers me that I will never be one of them. As a matter of fact I proved my point, you fancy Lady Sif. I’m upset because I will never be more than a friend to you. Are you happy with my answer, Prince Loki?”
His eyes softened.
“You do realize I was never talking about Sif? I was talking about you (f/n). I was angry because I thought you said yes to Thor. That’s what really got me upset.”
You started at him with a dumfounded expression.
“Oh (f/n), when I saw Thor ask you to be his escort I knew I was too late, but now that you have told me otherwise, I... all I can say is, will you do me the honor to escort you to the ball after the coronation?”
“Oh Loki, I feel so silly, but it will be an honor my Prince.”
He let go of your wrist and gently cupped your face, slowly he leaned in and pressed your forehead with his. Staring intently into his emerald eyes you noticed he was speaking the truth. You fluttered your eyes closed and so did he.
Finally he pressed his soft lips against yours, and from that moment you knew he was the one for you. Slowly he started kissing you, moving his lips softly against yours. The dance only two young lovers could share.
The feeling of Loki kissing you went all over your body. His cool lips against yours felt amazing. You simply could not describe the feeling. How perfect it felt to have him kissing you. A lover’s kiss, they called it.
He never felt such strong emotions, such happiness, and such satisfaction, especially from a kiss. He loved the way your soft warm lips moved against his, he loved the idea that you were kissing him and not his brother. To him this was Valhalla. What made him the happiest was that you loved him.
Loki gently licked your bottom lip asking for permission. You never kissed a man like this before, you've never even kissed anyone! Hoping to save your first kiss and share it with your beloved Prince, but you trusted Loki, even when others wouldn’t.
You parted your lips and let him enter your mouth, his tongue gently making its way through your mouth as he explored every inch. You let out a small whimper that you did not know you where holding back. He moved his right hand to your waist and his left hand to the back of your head bringing you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back just as eagerly. He softly ran his finger through your (h/c) locks.
As much as he loved to be the one leading he let you take control. You pulled back to take a deep breath of air, he was about to protest when you quickly caught his bottom lip and gently nibbled on it. Loki wasn’t expecting this from his shy, sweet little (f/n) and the only thing he could do was moan. He made you stop what you were doing, only to kiss you again with much more passion and force. You were surprised by his actions but thrilled with the fire that surging through every fiber of your being. You pulled on his dark hair parting your lips once again to let him in. Just when the kiss was going to get intense again you were interrupted by the Queen.
“Loki, are you here?”
You both froze in shock, but quickly pulled away, trying to fix yourself as if nothing happened. The Queen approached the scene, looking between her son Loki and a flustered you.
“Yes mother. Is there something you need?” He asked smoothly.
“No, just wanted to make sure you were okay. A maid told me you were upset, but I can see (f/n) already, um, cheered you up rather quickly.” She smirked at her son.
Loki’s cheeks became a red that would put Frigga’s red roses to shame and while you had a mortified look on your face.
Loki tried to play it cool and asked “What gave it away mother?”
“Besides that both your lips look swollen and your hair all ruffled, I would have to say the look in both your eyes.” She smirked at her so and turned to look at you, “(f/n) will you be staying with us for supper?”
“If it is no problem with you then it would be an honor.” You replied respectfully.
“It is never a problem dear, especially since you will soon become the princess of Asgard.”
“Mother!” Loki sputtered out. She laughed at her sons reaction and you let a small giggle.
“Food will be served in a few minutes, so hurry up. I must go now. You two behave.” She playful smiled then left back to the palace.
Once she left you turned to look at Loki who still had a hint of blush on his cheeks. He shook his head smiling.
He look at you and smirked. He leaned in, softly whispering in your ear. “Did you know that you are a great kisser?”
Giggling you replied, “No I did not.”
“(F/n), would you like to be my dear princess?”
You smiled, eyes shining brightly, heart beating very rapidly.
“Of course Loki, there is no reason why I should say no.”
He pulled you in for a small gentle kiss. Once he pulled away he grabbed your hand and intertwined it with his.
“Shall we go and watch Thor stuff his face like a pig.”
You smiled and replied, “As you wish my prince.”
Hand In hand you walked with your prince.
If only you new about the pain and hurt that would come both your way.