*Requested from Tumblr*
PROMP(s): "IM NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND!"
"Of course I waited for you"
"When the world does eventually end, there'll be a little house on top of the horizon. It'll be small and in shambles and always smell of laundry but it'll be perfect. That's where we'll live- in our little house on the edge of the world"
Rating: PG
It had been centuries.. centuries since you had seen Asgard, her home, since banishment. One small mistake, and your powers had gotten you banished, without so much as a trial from Odin, the All-Father. Oh how you've missed it, being banished to Midgard wasn't easy, living amongst mortals and their hardship ways, and just a breath of Asgard's fresh air was enough to have your body relax a little as guards met you at the Bifrost and led you away down the bridge.
From your morning walk, the Bifrost had picked you up out of no where- scaring the shit out of you and not even having been able to even say goodbye to your second home or the friends you managed to make along the way. Just the rude thought made your body tense again but this time in anger.
All this time in banishment, now Odin calls upon you? For what? To change his mind of the banishment and maybe kill you instead? Lock you away? Perhaps change his mind and let you remain here again? No.. not even getting to explain yourself from the start, why would he show kindness now? One wrong move and he could still have you killed, or worse.. but you honestly wouldn't know what you'd do when you laid eyes upon him again. You thought all those years a warrior would have gained you some type of respect, but after being cast off, you knew there was no chance of that.
You enter the palace, doing your best to keep up with the pace of the guards as they led you with a grip on your arms and having not forgotten the way around, knew you were heading straight for the thrown room.
After a hard knock, the guards led you inside and your heart nearly stopped as your eyes slowly lifted to the king before you sitting comfortably on the throne. With a wave of his hand, the guards left your side and the doors shut behind you. He looked just as uncomfortable as you were but your state was more of shock and he of pure.. nervousness that he failed to hide.
''You're..king?'' you whisper.
Loki, the god of mischief, god of lies and the one you loved the most, nodded slowly as he slowly rose to his feet. ''yes.''
''you are.. king??'' you repeat, this time your voice a bit louder as he carefully look at you with another nod.
''I am Y/N..''
''YOUR KING!?'' your voice suddenly shot, hot tears threaten to fall as confusion, pain and shock soak your words and he nodded quickly as he descended from the stairs.
''yes Y/N! yes! What more can I say-''
Your mind was racing as your eyes lifted up to face him as he stood before you, one stair up and stopped there, his helmet framing his beautiful face perfectly as his blue eyes bore into yours. What had happened over the years- did Odin Die? Where was Thor? Wasn't he destined to be.. instead of.. why didn't he.. ''where's Odin?'' your voice hushed, your eyes glancing away to the other parts of room as if to find his very body lying there.
Loki almost looked amused as he shook his head ''he fell into the Odin sleep and mother refuses to leave his side.''
Your eyes tried looking sad but after what he had done to you centuries ago, it was almost impossible. Even Loki's eyes didn't seem to be that sad upon speaking about it as your eyes tried to search his. You were pretty much the only one who could read them, all those years ago when you two practically did everything together and you remembered finding it hard not to laugh whenever you heard him lie but you could call him out on it.
