The New King of Asgard
Word Count: 1,362
A/N: Spoilers from Thor Ragnarok! Don’t read it if you don’t want the movie kinda sorta spoiled! Also…. Smut-like tendencies in this first part guys; aka bondage 😉
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Everything went to hell after Loki’s death. Thor had left to help on Earth and that left the kingdom in disarray.
Odin was on his deathbed, or so everyone thought. One day, he had miraculously gotten better and was up an around.
All of Asgard believed that their king was alive. Except you.
You’d known from the start that it smelled of one of Loki’s tricks, and you were beyond right. Growing up with both Loki and Thor had allowed you to catch on to the trickster’s ways.
The first time you were able to speak with the king had taken a few days. Finding time to encounter him had been hard, but you knew Loki would make room in his schedule for you.
You step into the large throne room, the doors closing behind and the sound of them echoing around every pillar. There was no one else in the room except you and the black-haired man lazily lounging on the throne.
Neither of you said anything until you approached him.
“My suspicions were right,” you plainly announced.
Loki’s eyes carefully lifted to meet yours. His gaze was terrifying to the normal Asgardian, but you know him well enough.
“I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t of figured it out.”
“As soon as news spread of your death, I knew you’d pulled off your biggest stunt. The only question is, what’s keeping me from spreading this around Asgard?”
The god of mischief pursed his lips into a thin line but nonetheless remained calm. His tells always involved the way he moved his mouth. He was debating on what he should do with you.
Kill? Torture? Or…
“If you were any other person, I’d think you foolish to bring that information to me. But you know I won’t harm you.”
That was the interesting part of your relationship with the god. Ever since you both were young, Loki held a liking for you. You swore up and down your hatred for him, but it always seemed half-hearted.
“I do.”
“Then you know my offer.”
You had to think for a second, but the memory almost immediately hit you.
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Loki leaned against the railing of the balcony and glanced over at you.
“When I become king, I’ll make sure you’re my queen. I’d rather have no one else at my side.”
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You hadn’t thought the day would ever come for him to take action upon those words, but it had.
“No. I will not willingly stand beside you to rule this kingdom.”
Loki tsked lightly, “Now, now. I never said it had to be willingly, though I can see right through you. There’s nowhere you’d rather be than here.”
You frowned. “You’re wrong.”
With that, you turned to head for the door but something stopped you from proceeding. You knew from the instant it touched you that it was his magic.
“Loki,” you hissed, “Let me go!”
A rope of green light binds your arms and legs together and pulls you to a spot beside the throne. The magic materializes around your appendages into actual metal chains that are tied around a pillar just a foot or so from Loki.
“Loki, you little-“
The god waves his hand and your lips are sealed shut until he finishes talking. His appearance shifts into Odin as he straightens his outfit.
“I’ve got business in the realm to deal with but I shall be back later, pet.”
The words seem foreign in the old king’s mouth though you know what, or rather who is behind the faćade. Loki stands up and travels down the steps to the doors. He exits the room and locks it behind him, just to make sure that no one will find you.
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You mindlessly tug on the chains, a task you’d been doing practically all day. Loki had made you a dog and you weren’t going to stand for it. Once Asgard found out who was really behind the wheel, things would change.
It seemed like hours until the doors finally opened once again and ‘Odin’ stepped inside. The moment those closed however, the mask fell and Loki revealed himself.
“Who knew being king would be so… exhausting.”
You gritted your teeth, “Maybe someone who deserves it.”
In a moment, he was in front of you, clutching your jaw in his hand.
“You won’t speak to your king that way. I’d tell you to kneel, but, seems you’re already begging for forgiveness.”
You tore your head away from his grasp and narrowed your eyes viciously.
“If I could stand, I’d show you just how little forgiveness I want from you, Loki.”
You knew saying his name like that would only egg him on further, but with your current position, there wasn’t much else you could do.
The god paused momentarily and suddenly turned to glare at you. His hand went to your hair as he pulled it back to reveal your neck. Loki’s lips brushed against the skin around your ear and down to your collar bone.
“You will call me your king, do you understand?”
You said nothing which in turn caused him to jerk back the locks of hair he held between his fingers.
“Do you understand?”
A small, incoherent yelp formed in your throat but you nodded.
“Yes, my king.”
The strands were released from his hand as he moved away. Your cheeks flushed bright crimson at the thought of his dominating nature. You weren’t about to admit how much it turned you on.
“Good, pet,” he purred softly, straightening his back and heading to the throne.
Loki sat down, materializing a small wand to fidget with. His fingers spun and twirled the stick around subconsciously. Dear god, you had to hold your composure.
You’re strong, stronger than half the men in Asgard, yet you fall weak under Loki’s control. And you still refuse to admit the power he holds over you.
“Do you plan on staring for eternity or admitting your infatutation?”
Your gaze now falls on the god’s eyes and you set a determined stance.
“Neither, actually. I’d much rather be off fighting Frost Giants than here, my king.”
Loki’s jaw clenches tight and the muscles in his neck tense.
“Your defiant nature will be your downfall, Y/n. Anyone else wouldn’t be so kind to you in this situation.”
“I wouldn’t be in this situation if anyone else were in your position.”
Loki took that as enough, for he quickly got to his feet and stood in front of you.
The god of mischief, ironically, kneeled in front of your body and wore a small smirk on his face. One of his hands landed on your waist and the other behind your neck.
“You wouldn’t want anyone else in my position now, would you?”
His words sent chills down your spine but somehow also sent heat into your core.
“Isn’t that right?”
You eyed him curiously, “Yes, my king.”
Loki seemed very pleased with your answer and leaned into you. His rough lips pressed against yours unexpectedly. The thing that shocked you even more was that you weren’t pulling away. In fact, you groaned into his mouth as his silver tongue gained access into yours. The god’s hands placed themselves on the back of your neck, allowing him to deepen the kiss even further.
You felt the chains around your wrists give way and you immediately splayed them on his hips. Your mind hadn’t even caught up to what you were doing yet. If it had, the sensible part of you wouldn’t have allowed this.
The suddenness of a loud knocking came from the entrance and you both stopped. It was enough time to realize what was happening and for you to be able to push the man away.
“Sir, the play you requested is ready,” the voice called from the other side of the door.
Loki glanced at you in shock before composing himself.
“I’ll deal with you later,” he hissed quietly, waving a hand and magically tying the chains around your wrists once again.
He transformed into his father once again, leaving you to chide yourself on your lack of self-restraint.
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