Thor: Love And Thunder - Created By Vincent Aseo

Thor: Love and Thunder - Created by Vincent Aseo

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Around the world in 80 days chapter 7

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes: Okay listen, don't kill me and please remember at this is is a SLOW BURN. We have more to come for Loki and Latte, and remember that at this stage neither of them are aware of their feelings yet...

warnings: language and sexual content

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You realised you must have fallen back asleep at some point. When you woke, you felt a lot better, the pain in your head having disappeared and your bones ached less. You shifted, and slowly sat up, stretching your arms and legs.

“Mortal.” The dreaded voice hit you like a tonne of bricks.

You looked over to the writing desk to see Loki sat looking at you.

“Better?” He asked.

You glared at him, and didn’t bother responding. You had no desire to talk to him.

Loki smirked, “Sulking little girl?”

You tried to bite your tongue you really did but he was seriously irritating you. You sat up straighter,

“Sulking? Why would I be happy seeing you after you took an attempt on my life?”

Loki had the audacity to roll his eyes.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

“Are you in pain? Are you bruised? Are you on deaths door?”

“ Well…no but that’s beside the point.”

“Then you cannot say I took an attempt on your life.”

“You’re literally gaslighting me!” You yelled and jumped out of the bed.

Loki looked unimpressed,

“Gaslighting?” He said carefully, copying how you said it.

“Trying to manipulate me into thinking how you acted wasn’t as bad as it was!”

“Mortal if I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead. Please sit back down you are still recovering and I would hate it if you ruined all the work I just did.”

“What work?”

“The work I did healing you.”

Erm what?

You were stunned for a second and continued to stare and blink at him. Loki looked far too pleased with himself for your lack of words.

“Thanks I guess.” You mumbled.

“You guess?” Loki looked at you incredulously.

“One good thing doesn’t make up for treating me like shit!”

Loki stood up, drawing himself to his full height and stared down at you. You took a step back instinctively, not wanting a repeat from earlier, however you held your glare and narrowed your eyes to match his.

“I am…” He began.

“A god and a future king, I know, your highness, you’ve told me. And I’m a lowly mortal etcetera etcetera but it’s not exactly an excuse to constantly act like a dick towards me.”

“I healed you, you ungrateful, wretched…”

“I know and I said thank you didn’t I? But it still doesn’t excuse your behaviour.”

You didn’t know why you were suddenly feeling so brave. Maybe it was something to do with being threatened by him already today and then nearly beaten up by a troll. Loki’s eyes flashed murderously, and for a second you thought they had flashed red.

“Interrupt me again girl…”

You held your breath for a second and waited for him to finish his sentence. There was a noise outside which distracted both yours and Loki’s attention and the next time you looked back at him his eyes were back to a steely blue. Maybe you imagined it.

Loki sighed,

“You’ve become increasingly loquacious during your trip here. Not everyone would be so lenient. I will not tell you again, try to be less spirited while you are here.”

Lenient? This is what he called lenient? Constantly insulting and threatening you? Also you noted, if you hadn’t known better you would have thought Loki’s mouth had quirked slightly.

You opened your mouth, ready to fight back again when Fandral entered the tent.

“Have I not told you to stay out of my tent?” Loki glared at him.

Fandral ignored him.

“My lady, I came to see how you were faring?”

“Better, thank you.” You beamed at him. It was nice to have someone who could hold a normal conversation with you without purposefully irritating you.

He smiled down at you.

Loki stepped in front of you blocking your view of Fandral.

“Was there anything else you needed?”

You rolled your eyes, and stepped back out from behind Loki.

“I was wondering if the lady would like to come and pick out a dress for tonight?” He aimed at you.

“No, she’s resting. Goodbye.” Loki opened the tent for him.

“She looks okay to me.” Fandral glared back at Loki.

If there was one thing you hated, it was being talked about as if you weren’t there.

You spoke up, “Actually I am feeling better, how long have we got before the feast?”

“Ah hour or so.” Fandral smiled at you.

“Maybe I should start getting ready then.”

“Good idea my lady! Come, Lady Yrsa awaits for you.”

You shot a glance at Loki, who looked for a moment as if he was going to say something but decided against it.

“Where are we going to look for my dress?” You asked, once you had followed Fandral out of the tent.

“Lady Yrsa has asked to speak to you, I believe she is going to provide you with one.”

You furrowed your brow slightly but said nothing. Loki’s warning was running through your mind, and as much as you disliked him, he was probably right in some ways. Best to keep your head down and not die.

Just a few weeks, just a few weeks.

“What was that?” Fandral asked.

Oops, you didn’t mean to speak out loud.

You cleared your throat, “Er - nothing. So what kind of thing will be happening tonight?”

“Well, there will be food of course, and probably dancing -“

“Dancing?”

Fandral looked at you, amused.

“Yes, dancing. Do you dance on Midgard my lady?”

“Not really.”

I mean you had danced in clubs and had once taken a salsa class in University with a friend for a laugh, but you doubted that was going to be helpful here.

“Ah, it is no matter. I’m sure you will pick up the dances quickly.”

“There are specific dances?” You asked, panicked.

If things weren’t worse enough now you had to learn some alien dances. You thought perhaps maybe you would prefer to take the troll on again.

“Well, yes.” Fandral looked confused. “Is there no dancing at all on Midgard?”

“We dance I guess, although for most people it’s just sort of jumping up and down and waving your hands around rather than a routine, unless you dance as a hobby and go to classes and stuff.”

Fandral looked fairly horrified at this. “Jumping up and down and waving your hands around? That is dancing on Midgard?”

“Yep.”

“Why?” He asked curiously.

“Erm-“

Much to your relief, you didn’t have to answer because you had arrived at Yrsa’s door. The lady herself stepped out.

“Ah, Lord Fandral and the mortal! Come in.”

Taking a deep breath you followed them in. You arrived in a rather spacious sitting room, with two, two-seater sofas and a large wooden table. The balcony curtains were open, letting you know it had just started raining again.

“Thank you for coming.”

You smiled weakly,

“Thank you for having me.”

Yrsa clasped her hands together, and said delighted, “How sweet!”

You tied to keep your face still and not form a scowl, but this was proving difficult.

Fandral seemed to sense you weren’t feeling entirely comfortable and stepped in,

“So, you said you had some dresses…?”

“That’s right! I asked my maids to find some dresses that could fit the mortal.” She looked down at you and smiled.

I have a name, not that anyone seems to use it, you thought.

“Girls!” Yrsa called, and three young girls came out from the door to the left.

“Please show the mortal her dresses and get her ready for the feast tonight!”

One of the girls grinned at you,

“Come in here mortal.”

You gritted your teeth and walked over to the next room.

The next half an hour or so was spent with the girls doing your hair and makeup. They seemed sweet enough, and even though you felt like an oversized doll, you let them play makeovers. The girls chatted between themselves as they did so, and you listened quietly.

“I heard you had a run in with a troll? Is that right?” The girl who looked the youngest addressed you eagerly.

You nodded. “He came into the room. Luckily Thor - I mean the princes were quick on the scene.”

“That must have been scary!” She squeaked.

“You are lucky the princes cam so quickly to your aid.” The maid with the curly brown hair spoke.

“What is it like travelling with them?” The youngest one asked excitedly.

You mentally laughed, but thought for a second. You realised you should probably not rant about how irritating Loki was, you didn’t want to get hung for treason or whatever the punishments were here.

“I’m very lucky they have let me travel with them.” You settled on.

“Which one do you think is the best looking?” The youngest asked again.

“Liv” The eldest who was yet to speak reprimanded. You suddenly recognised this maid as the one that had come in to alert Yrsa about the trolls.

“I personally think Prince Thor is better looking” Liv continued, “But Gro here thinks Loki is better looking.”

The girl with curly brown hair blushed.

“This is a silly conversation.” The eldest spoke again, as she continued to play with your hair.

“I can kind of understand why people find Prince Loki attractive, I suppose he has that whole dark and mysterious thing going on, but Prince Thor is more handsome and charming.”

Liv suddenly lowered her voice, “Although, it is said that Lady Yrsa may marry Prince Loki, Lady Audhild said it is her best chance of getting into the royal family.”

“Liv that’s enough.” The older maid said sharply.

Liv shrugged and shot the maid next to her a knowing look.

At her words your stomach clenched slightly although you weren’t sure why. Maybe you still recovering from earlier.

Interesting. You supposed the maids did not take you seriously enough as to not bother hiding their gossiping around you.

“Here mortal, we are finished!”

It was nice to see yourself wearing makeup and having your hair done again, made a change from wearing old clothes and looking like a drowned rat.

“Thank you.” You said honestly.

“Now you get to choose a dress!” Liv stated, clapping her hands together.

Gro went over to the wardrobe and opened it up.

“Feel free to pick whichever you like!”

Now this was more like it. You had always been obsessed with pretty things. There were many beautiful colours and fabrics it made it difficult to decide which dress you wanted to pick. You finally settled on a pale blue gown with dark blue ornate patterns along the trim and down the sleeves.

The girls helped you into the dress, which made you feel kind of uncomfortable. I’d be a rubbish princess you thought, there is no way I would enjoy being dressed every day. Although you thought you could get used to the outfits.

Finally, once the girls were satisfied, you were allowed to re-enter the main room.

To your surprise, Loki was sat on the sofa enjoying a cup of tea and chatting away to Yrsa, they had not seemed to notice that you had entered.

Gro cleared her throat. They looked in your direction and Yrsa stood up.

“Aw look! Well done girls, you have made look presentable for this evening.”

Cheers Yrsa, you thought and mentally rolled your eyes.

She smiled sickeningly at Loki,

“Come, let us go and join the feast.”

Loki smiled back and held out his hand for Yrsa to take.

***

You had been at the feast for an hour by now and you were wondering if you could find an excuse to leave. The best thing about the evening had been the food. Asgardian’s new how to cook clearly. Your altercation with the troll that afternoon had left you ravenous, and you had happily scoffed as much bread, meats and cheese as you could. Unfortunately, then the eating came to and end and people were dancing. You however, were stood with your back against the wall, as far away as the dancing as possible.

Dismally, the topic of you being a mortal had come up during dinner which was far from ideal, especially when Ylva, Yrsa’s annoying younger sister had joked that there was no point in giving you the good wine since you would probably die in a few years anyway. You were about to argue that if you were lucky enough to live your full lifespan you would live for a lot longer than a few years but Loki had glared at you, as if reminding of you not to speak up and you abided.

When you went to sit down to eat, Audhild, Yrsa’s mother, who hasn’t been present at lunch, had asked Thor and Loki wether you were allowed to sit at the table.

The icing on the cake however, was a thinly vailed question from Yrsa herself around whether or not you were basically some sort of pet of Loki’s and that’s why you were sharing his tent with him.

That one was pretty mortifying, you hadn’t particularly considered the implications of sleeping in Loki’s bed; what that might signal to others. Especially to others who consider humans to be a much lesser species, and one where being a sex slave wasn’t out of the question.

Overall, it had not been a great evening to a thoroughly shitty day.

You picked at the sleeves of the dress miserably and stared at the ground, wishing you could disappear through it.

A pair of black boots appeared in front of you. You continued looking down, staring at them.

“Having fun, mortal?”

Slowly, you dragged your eyes up a green and black ensemble to the face you had grow tired but used to seeing.

“Loads.”

“Would you care to dance?”

You eyed him suspiciously, having had enough of his games for today.

`’No thank you.” You turned away from him.

Loki stepped so that he was in front of your gaze again.

“Come on, why not?” His eyes gleamed.

You rolled your eyes,

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“I can teach you.”

You huffed, “I’m good.”

“You know, as a prince of Asgard, I’ve danced all my life. In fact I’m practically known for it, I didn’t win first place doing the Wyvern Whiz at Vanaheim’s inter realm contest when I was 350 for nothing.”

“I don’t want to hear about your whiz.”

Loki ignored you and continued “ I’m perfectly equipped to teach you how to dance. Or perhaps you’d rather hear some more about my dancing escapades…”

“Fine Gene Kelly, I’ll dance with you.”

Loki grinned and held out his hand,

“May I have the honour.”

You scowled and took it.

“I understand that reference you know, I met Gene Kelly once.” Loki said as he led you to the dance floor.

“Erm what?” You asked distractedly.

You couldn’t focus. His hands were a lot colder than you had expected, and they were incredibly smooth. It felt like touching marble. You panicked that your hands might feel gross and sweaty in his, and had the sudden impulse to pull them away.

“Are you even listening to my story mortal?” Loki asked, pulling you out of you musings.

You looked at him blankly and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Right, now, put your hand upon my shoulder.”

“What? No.”

“You are so irritating, I’m trying to teach you to dance. We cannot dance if you are sanding 5 feet away from me.”

You gingerly stepped closer and put your arm on his shoulder. He adjusted it slightly.

“There, that wasn’t too difficult was it. Now, relax and let me lead you.”

You tried desperately to match your movements to his, and stared, concentrating on your feet.

“You need to look up.” Loki whispered,

“Hm?” You furrowed your brow as you stepped the wrong way again.

You felt fingers under your chin pulling your head up until you were looking up at him. You tried to move your head away so you could stare at your feet again but he shook his head.

“Look at me while you are dancing, it will make it easier.”

“But then, how will I know if my feet are doing the right thing or not?”

“You need to feel the music as it moves through you.”

The only thing I feel like doing is leaving.

Loki starting to tell you another story, one which involved another creature you’d never heard of before and hoped to never meet, and Thor and his friends making fools of themselves. Soon, you had forgotten about what your feet were doing completely, focusing instead on Loki’s story, and they way his eyes crinkled when he was amused.

“May I have this dance with the lady?” A deep voice from beside you appeared.

You turned to see Fandral bowing slightly and holding his hand out to you.

Loki raised an eyebrow at him and was about to open his mouth when Yrsa appeared.

“Ah your highness.” She giggled girlishly which took you by surprise. “Shall we leave your mortal pet and have a dance ourselves?”

You inwardly rolled your eyes, and let go of Loki’s arm and hand.

Fandral smiled at you and whisked you away to the other side of the room.

“I thought you said you couldn’t dance!” Fandral said as you tired to remember where to put your hands.

Dancing with Fandral felt different. He was warmer, for one thing, you could feel a dampness on his shoulder, he also seemed to move quicker and more energetic, and you struggled to keep up.

There was slightly less talking with Fandral, and as you moved around the room you became more conscious of the other dancers. Thor was dancing with Ylva, who blushed and threw her head back as she laughed. You turned at the right moment to catch a glance at his face which seemed pleased if not confused. Volstagg had somehow found more food, and had a leg of something in one hand and a pint of ale in the other.

When you passed him, a young lady was asking him to dance and he looked so distressed about his decision to leave his food and dance or not that you laughed out loud. Fandral laughed too, confused about what was funny. This caught the attention of Loki and as you passed him, explaining to Fandral what had made you laugh, while keeping the insane pace Fandral seemed to insist upon, you thought you caught a quick look of irritation.

After a while, you needed to stop to catch your breath and quench your thirst. You left Fandral who quickly found a new, willing partner and went and stood by a table. As you drank, you noticed that you had lost sight of Loki.

It was getting late now, you had danced for longer than you had thought and the exhaustion of the day was catching up. You scanned the room one last time for Loki and then decided to head back to the tent on your own.

You made your way out of the castle and down to where the tent was currently set up. You dragged your feet along the ground, looking forward to getting back into Loki’s bed.

As you got closer you started to realise that something was wrong. You could hear noises when you had hoped to be leaving them behind. The moon was bright that night, allowing for a pool of light to illuminate the ground. That’s how you saw it, the shadows of two people fucking within, reflected from the bright light against the tent.

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