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TIMELINE｡˚ ⁀➷ Thor: The Dark World

WARNING｡˚ ⁀➷None, 'Odin' being a jerk, Fluff

PAIRING｡˚ ⁀➷ SacredTimeline!Loki x Avenger!ExValkyrie!reader

SUMMARY｡˚ ⁀➷ After mourning Loki's death, you confront Odin—only to discover it was all a ruse, and Loki is alive, dressed in silk, and waiting on his knees for you.

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📍THE THRONE ROOM, ASGARD

The light was dim, casting long shadows across the golden walls of the Asgardian throne room. Every step you took echoed—with sorrow, louder than your breath, heavier than your heart. You walked with purpose—but grief clung to you like a second skin.

Loki's death haunted your mind. It replayed, over and over—the final moment in Elfheim. His last breath. The way his words had danced around the truth of his love for you. And you were helpless—had done nothing but hold him as the light faded from his eyes.

Loki's final moments. His breath faltered as a managed a bloodied smirk, "I never said it... but—"

Your hand gripping his, powerless, "I know, Loki,"

Now, Odin waited at the end of the hall, seated high on the throne with his Gungnir in hand. His expression was unreadable, carved from stone.

You stopped before him and dipped into a short, practiced curtsy, "My King," you said, voice steady, "You had summoned me,"

Odin's gaze didn't waver, "You shall serve as my executioner," he declared, deliberate and measured.

A pause. Your brow lifted ever so slightly.

"Tempting offer, All-Father..." you said coolly, voice laced with a bite, "But I tend to prefer killing only when I agree with the sentence."

You held his gaze, respectful—but barely, "You might want someone a little more obedient for that title,"

The silence between you stretched, tense. Odin narrowed his eyes at you.

"While I'm here," you continued, your voice softening around the edges, "I have another request... if you'll permit me."

He inclined his head, "Speak."

You stepped closer. The words were quieter now, tinged with something more dangerous. Grief. Love. You didn't name it aloud.

"Will there be a funeral? For Loki?"

Odin's eyes darkened, "For him? No."

You blinked, taken aback, "No?"