Perfect Partners (A Marvel/SVU Crossover FanFic)

Warm Welcome to Asgard?

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Two days later, you're on the phone with Benson, walking around Loki's room in the tower. "I'll just need off this coming week," you say as you put some things into a bag.

"Of course! You've only taken your vacation days when forced, so by all means," you hear Benson laughing on the other end. She's not wrong. Work has always been an escape for you, and you never really had a reason to take off.

Even with that, you roll your eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes," Benson seems to catch you even over the phone.

"I....." Damnit; she's good.

"Send Will our best," She says before hanging up. "Bye, Y/N."

"Sure thing," you laugh. "Bye, Liv."

"Also! I don't want a request put in for maternity leave when you return!" The smirk is clear in her voice.

Your eyes widen, "BYE, LIV!" You quickly press the end button, but not before hearing her cackle on the other end.

Loki walks in, "Ready for tomorrow, love?"

"Yes, almost packed. I..." You're interrupted by Thor walking to the doorway.

"Loki, I'll keep the r...." He sees you and clears his throat. "REST of your things with me until we're in Asgard tomorrow."

Loki's eyes nearly come out of his head as he speed walks to the door, "THANK YOU, brother!" He slams the door in Thor's face.

You raise an eyebrow, "What on Earth was that about?" you grab more things to pack.

"Nothing to worry about, darling," Loki smiles, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"You don't need Thor; there's plenty of room in my bag. I could take anythi...." Your breath catches when Loki starts kissing your neck.

Your hands tighten around the shirt you're putting in your bag, "I could t-take anything you may ne...." Loki's lips move to your jaw. "Loki...."

He gets to the side of your mouth when you finally gain enough composure, "Okkkkkkk." You step to the door. "I need to finish packing, and clearly that's not going to happen here."

"And why is that? Was something....distracting you?" His mouth curls into a smile.

You lick your top lip, "Coming, Nat!" You pretend to call down the hallway.

"No one called for you!" Loki calls after you, but you're already down the hall.

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The next morning, you, Loki, and Thor are standing outside with most of the team, ready to leave.

"You're going to want to hold tightly to me. And not just because we both enjoy that. You'll really need to," Loki winks at you.

"Next time, do whisper your thoughts, brother," Thor says patting him on the back.

"Maybe I should just hold onto Thor instead?" you grin at Loki.

Loki stiffens, "Definitely not." He wraps his arms around you tighter, "Heimdall!"

In a beam of light, the 3 of you are off.

Loki's arms loosen around you, but when you try to take a step, you falter, falling back into him, "And you did not believe me." 

"No idea what you're talking about; I'm perfectly fine," you slowly steady yourself, patting Loki's chest.

Thor tries not to laugh.

"You, watch it over there," you point a finger at Thor.

"Save the infuriating for me, darling," Loki says taking your hand.

"Don't worry. There's always a special supply for you, DARLING," you wink at Loki.

"The Bifrost has not made me sick, but the two of you will. Come. We will be late to meet Father," Thor starts walking to the bridge and palace.

Loki's hand tightens around yours, and you both follow. The first step onto the bridge causes you to stop.

"Y/N?" Loki turns to you when your hand releases his.

You snap out of taking in the view in front of you, "Yea? Sorry. I was just...wow."

Thor and Loki smile at you, before you continue your walk to the palace.

Once there, you're greeted by 4 people, who all hug Thor and nod at Loki.

A woman steps towards you, "And you are? I am Lady Sif, but please do call me Sif."

"I'm Y/N; pleasure," you shake her hand and smile.

"You must be here for the ball. Thor has invited you as his date?" Sif continues.

"Uhm, wrong brother actually," you take Loki's hand in yours, earning wide eyes from the 4, including the guards.

This first takes Loki by surprise, but then you're met with his smile.

"Right, ok," Sif looks to Thor who nods in proof of your words. "Well, welcome to Asgard," Sif smiles.

One of the guards approaches, and Thor begins to follow him, everyone else close behind.

"So, what is the proper way to address Odin?" you ask, looking at Sif.

Sif laughs, "For starters, by not calling him Odin. You need just bow, but if he calls upon you directly, "All-Father" or "Your Highness" will suffice."

The throne room doors open, echoing through the room and down the hall. Thor and Loki take steps forward to be closer to the throne.

"My sons," Odin speaks for the first time.

You stay back, trying to keep your gaze on the floor, but cannot help admire the elegant room.

"Welcome back. Now, you," Odin directs his gaze to you, "Whom might you be?"

You bow and stand back up, "I am Y/N, your highness." The title burns in the back of your throat, knowing how he has treated Loki.

"How did you come to meet my sons?" Odin asks.

"We have...mutual friends," you clarify.

"Through the Avengers," Thor continues for you.

"And am I to assume you are here to attend the ball tomorrow evening?" Odin's eyes do not leave you.

"That is correct," you politely smile.

"I see. Then you will match Thor's attire," Odin leans back on the throne.

"Oh, I-I'm not..." you look to Thor and Loki.

"Y/N is not here with me, father," Thor says taking a step forward.

"If you are not here with my son, then you are to attend with Loki?" Odin looks from the pair to you.

"Yes. Your OTHER son," you take a step forward.

Odin leans forward, "Watch your tone when addressing me." It's almost as if Odin is reading you, scanning you. "You do not have an enchantment or spell on you."

"Of course not; why would I...." a realization hits you. You laugh and raise your voice a bit, "Right, just because he's Loki, means that something has to not be genuine or real."

Now Odin stands, "You will respect me as the King!" 

"Oh, I will. With the same amount of respect that you show Loki. I believe that would only be fair!" The anger is now boiling out of you, to the point where you think smoke would be coming from your ears.

"ENOUGH!" Odin slams his scepter onto the floor of the throne room, which sends a surge of energy to you, knocking you off of your feet, sliding 20 feet back into the door.