To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

Chapter 36 - I probably will never be an angel

LOKI'S POV: 

In the midst of the musty smell of knowledge and heavy silence of people thumbing leather bound books, a voice speaks up, interrupting my passionate reading. "Prince Loki Laufeyson? Your father requests your presence in the throne room.", informed me one of the servants who sank into a low curtsy as soon as my eyes befell her. 

I stiffly nodded and slammed all the books shut before exiting the royal library. This was where I had spent most of my days since Father announced my union and Jalid, her plan. Books had always been some sort of refuge for me, a distraction from the rough and complicated realities of the world. Once in front of the large doors, I pushed them open mightily, striding in with all the poise of a Crown Prince. After having bowed to him, I lifted my head up, awaiting whatever it was he desired to tell me today. 

His smile was one of warmth, from a father to his beloved son, even though I didn't believe in it anymore. I had had too much disappointment from both Odin and Laufey to trust any of them. In some sick twist of fate, they were all one and the same. "Rise my son. I have to inform you that the count and I seemed fit to advance your wedding to in three days time. Don't fret, everything will be ready." 

His tone was final and one that discouraged any discussion or attempt to understand. I was supposed to agree and be silent, once more. What good was a throne if I had been oppressed and controlled to get there, neglecting my every desire and need? 

My heart was fit to burst and I had to retain my jaw from collapsing on the floor in front of all the courtiers assembled in the throne room. I nodded and upon my dismissal, rushed to my rooms, like everytime I met with Father. 

Once securely alone, I sped to call her in my mind, needing to inform her of my father's sudden and unexpected change of heart, Y/n? Y/n! 

Her reply came a little delayed and felt somewhat weaker but from her end, slightly worrying me, What? 

My wedding has been advanced in three days time. 

You don't sound like a very happy groom, she mocked and I could just envision the smirk she'd have on her face from taunting me.

You know very well my heart belongs to you and always will. 

Okay, I have an idea. She said finally, reassuring me but only slightly because I knew to what extent she was powerful and what she could do. If need arised, with a little struggle, she could wipe out thousands. Her powers, even if  unknown to her, could rival Odin's and Laufey's combined. I had felt it the first time we met. Her aura just brimmed with concealed energy ready to burst. 

Which is? 

Wait and see, love. 

Y/N's POV: 

You tapped your head a little in reflection before asking FRIDAY to, "Avengers assemble in conference room A. Urgently." You were already there, spinning and walking around in the glass room, looking at anything to focus yourself upon. A few winces were heard from the rough hits and fight you had engaged in yesterday, bruises blossoming on your ribcage painfully. Your muscles still ached after yesterday's little 'incident'. You wouldn't call it an incident actually, more of an awakening. You had discovered a raw shaft of power within you that was just waiting to used and bent to your every will. That fight could have destroyed the tower, especially against Wanda. Never had it recorded such unprecedented levels of energy, unwillingly filling the reservoir with enough to power the tower fully for a hundred years.

The Avengers assembled promptly and you didn't miss their slightly defensive stances and hands regularly checking their weapons. Guess once more you'd not be trusted. But then again, the evil glint hadn't quite left your eyes, since you had grown in the past day to like it a lot. It was an intoxicating feeling to have people at your mercy, to know yourself capable of inflicting such harm as payback for the harm you had received.