The Lost Asgardian (A Loki X Reader Story)

Part 12

Queen Frigga pulled Loki aside after the meeting and told him what was discussed- marriage, of all things. Loki protested the idea at first, saying, "Clementia and Saevitia just arrived and Y/N is still adjusting, I hardly think now is the time-"

Queen Frigga's tone was gentle yet firm, "My son, now must be the time. If you are not engaged to be married soon, both you and Y/N will be matched with other compatible suitors."

Loki bit back the bitter, venomous words on the tip of his tongue. He loved you so fiercely that he would slaughter entire armies with his bare hands for you, but he didn't want to urge you into something as serious as marriage before you were ready. His hand was being forced, however, and he knew it was something he had to do. With a curt nod, Loki set off to find Clementia and Saevitia.

He found the couple in one of the common areas, quietly chattering amongst themselves. They rose upon Loki's entrance and bowed formally. Clementia straightened, smiling and saying, "To what do we owe the pleasure, Prince Loki?"

Loki gestured for the two to sit back down before settling himself in across from them. "It is my understanding that marriage between myself and Y/N was at the center of conversation during the meeting with my father and mother. I am surprised that you would approve, with everything that has happened in the past."

Saevitia's voice was a deep rumble as he spoke, "Your highness, you were the one to recognize Y/N. You made sure she was cared for and that we would be able to come home to Asgard to be with her. You made sure Lelornai could never hurt her again. The past has been forgotten. It is the future that truly matters."

Saevitia's words began to lift the weight that Loki had been carrying for years. The guilt of not being able to stop Y/N from being taken would not vanish overnight, but this was certainly a start. Loki's lips curled into a relieved smile as he said, "Thank you, truly. I love Y/N, and I intend to ask her to marry me tonight."
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Night had fallen and Loki still hadn't returned to his room. Your heart sunk further in your chest with every passing second, pacing the floor as you waited for him to come back.
The sound of footsteps approaching stilled your movements. You heard a knock at the door and you hurriedly opened it, grinning at the sight of Loki.

You moved backwards so he could come in as you said, "This is your room, you don't have to knock."

Loki passed you without a word and stood with his back to you, breathing deeply as if to summon courage.Your brow furrowing concernedly, you moved to stand in front of him and placed your hands on his shoulders to get him to look at you. "What happened?"

There was something hidden in his eyes that you couldn't quite make out and his shoulders were rigid with tension beneath your fingertips. He didn't answer, his eyes holding yours in a way that frightened you.

"Loki, please, you're scaring me." At the panic in your voice, Loki seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in. He shook his head and took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your inner wrist. "Forgive me, love. There's something I need to ask you. You might want to sit down."

You perched on the edge of his bed, your heartbeat quickening from his words. Loki knelt on the ground before you, taking one of your hands in his again. He appeared just as unnerved as you felt and you rubbed soothing circles over the back of his hand with your thumb.

After a few moments, Loki's eyes met yours, and the storm brewing within him was dying. He seemed a bit more at ease now, as if he'd made up his mind about something. "I understand if this feels like too much, too soon and I want you to know that it's okay to say no to what I'm about to ask. Only say yes if you want to- do you you promise?"

You gave him your best reassuring smile. "I promise, Loki."

"Y/N, I never want to be without you again. I never want to have to miss your smile, your laugh, your touch. All the years I live will be pointless if you're not by my side. I love you more than I ever thought possible."

Tears welled in your eyes as Loki reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet ring box. He let go of your hand to open the box, and you gasped at the beautiful engagement ring nestled within.

Your eyes met Loki's again and his voice was the softest you'd ever heard it, "Will you marry me?"

You cupped his face in your hands and whispered tenderly, "Yes! Why would you ever think I would say no? Loki, I love you."

The most mesmerizing smile lit Loki's face and he pushed himself up to capture your lips with his. Your mouth moved against his as you dropped your hands from his face and took the ring box from his hand, placing it on the bed. You wound your arms around his neck and leaned back into the bed, pulling him on top of you.

Your mouths broke apart during the transition, and Loki pulled his head back slightly to gaze at you. He ran his thumb gently over your parted mouth as he breathed, "You are so beautiful, Y/N."

Your tone was light as you said, "You don't have to do that, Loki. You already have me in your bed."

Something shifted in Loki's eyes as he questioned, "What makes you think I would tell you you're beautiful merely to bed you? Come on, love, you know better than that."

You averted your gaze, trailing a finger over the lines of the leather covering his torso. "I know. I'm sorry."

Loki's thumb gently hooked under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Your breathing hitched from the intensity in his expression. His voice was warm yet firm as he said, "You, my darling, have bewitched me. You hold my heart in your hands and I will do anything you want me to, you need only ask. I will never cease to lavish you with attention and affection, although it is a mere fraction of the praise you deserve. I could tell you you're beautiful every second of every day and it still wouldn't be enough."

You tilted your head up and pressed your lips to his. You couldn't quite express how you felt through words, so you poured all of your emotions into the tender, heart melting kiss. Loki's fingers brushed your jaw and your hands snaked into his hair. He pulled away only to come back in for another kiss, and another, each one more fervent than the last. Neither of you could resist the feverish urge to claim each other's lips and soon, you were both gasping for breath.

You took advantage of Loki trying to catch his breath and rolled you both over so you were on top of him. You moved to straddle him, leaning forward to pin his wrists to the bed. He could easily escape your grasp if he wanted to but he simply stared amusedly up at you.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, your lips never leaving his porcelain skin as you trailed to his temple. You pressed a tender kiss there and another at the corner of his eye. From there, you peppered kisses down his cheek and across to his nose. You teased Loki as your lips barely brushed against his, but instead of kissing him, you moved further down to his chin. You trailed his jaw with your mouth, dipping lower to feel his pulse point. Loki's heart was racing and your lips curled into a smile at the effect you had on him.

Loki's breathing hitched as you pressed a kiss to his Adam's apple before following your trail back up. His eyes were closed by the time you pressed your lips to his forehead once again, and the expression of pure bliss and relaxation on his face warmed your heart. You moved your hands from his wrists to rest on his chest. Your eyes fluttered closed as you finally sealed his lips with yours, the kiss intimate and full of warmth.

When you pulled away, Loki rolled you over so you were underneath him again. He stretched his arm out to the side and pulled the engagement ring from the box. You offered him your left hand and he slid the diamond encrusted band onto your finger.

You gazed up at Loki tenderly, your hand moving to frame his jaw. "I love you, Loki."

His soft eyes contrasted with his firm voice, "I love you more."

"We'll see about that." You pressed your lips heatedly against his, your hand clutching his leather-clad chest.

Let's just say the two of you almost didn't wait until the wedding night. Almost.
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The next part will be the end! Is that wedding bells I hear? 🔔
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