Michael
Sitting in front of the mirror, you command your facade spell to drop once you were sure Loki would no longer require your presence. Feeling your eyes water at your reflection, you sink back into your vanity chair as you stare at the skeletal structure in the mirror.
Your skin was pale, your cheeks were sunken in, your eyes were rimmed with dark, heavy circles, and your overall stature had thinned quite a bit. You had become so enraptured with the dimmed romance of the evening, swaying back and forth against his body, that the two of you hadn’t gotten to the last couple of courses.
You cursed yourself under your breath for allowing your body and mind to get swept away in what was clearly nothing but a ruse to get you comfortable with the more…salacious activities that would soon be required of you.
Sighing as your stomach roars into the silence, you slowly heave your tired body out of the chair and meander over to your bed, hitting your knees and crawling over the mattress before careening your head into your pillows.
You had to do something…you couldn’t continue to keep this charade up, lest it take your life.
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Awakening the next morning to the soft sunlight cascading through your porch windows, you slowly roll over as your eyes flutter open.
Your head spinning as you attempt to sit up, you slowly inch your feet off of the bed, catching a glimpse of your weakened, protruding ankles as you slowly rise to your feet.
Seeing a piece of paper slide under your door, you squint your eyes as you slowly walk and bend over, turning it within your hands before opening it up.
I have a grand surprise for you…one you are sure to smile upon. A great miracle as occurred, and I cannot wait to see you smile. Meet us in the throne room at noon.
Feeling a smile involuntarily cross your cheeks, you steal a glimpse outside, sighing in relief as you walk back to your bed, the note fluttering to the floor as you climb back in and close your eyes.
4 more hours to sleep.
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Hesitantly turning towards the door, your hair delicately piled on top of your head as your dress bellows gracefully around your body, you take strides towards the door, standing to the right for a few minutes before making the decision to trek out on your own.
Slowly working your way towards the room of Odin, steadying yourself along the wall, you stop at the door entrance and close your eyes, chanting your mantra once again as you feel your skeletal figure and scars bury themselves underneath your spell.
Rounding the corner in to the room, you see Miss Frigga and Loki smiling at one other, with Odin behind them on the throne.
“Miss Y/N!” Odin bellows, holding his arms out to you as he walks slowly down the stairs, your brow furrowed with great care as he gives you an incredible hug. He holds you for a few seconds, earning a scowl from Loki and a clearing of the throat from the Allmother before letting go and placing his hands on your shoulders.
“Loki has spoken very highly of you. I can say you have been the only concubine he has taken that has fulfilled his needs.”
Swallowing hard as your eyes quickly dark towards Loki, you plaster a smile on your face as you bow to the Allfather, thanking him for his “kind compliment.”
“Come here, son” he beckons, outstretching his hand towards and crooking his hand as Loki as he steps forward.
“Good afternoon, My Prince. I hope that my presence is pleasing to your eyes,” you say.
“You are always a sight,” he says, bringing his hand to cup your face lightly before taking your hand in his.
“I cannot wait any longer,” he says, turning you towards the entrance to the hall as he steps to your side, the palm of his hand steady on the small of your back.
“You told me yesterday over lunch that you had lost your father,” he states, his eyes studying your face.
“No, I did not,” you say flatly, your stomach slowly starting to sink to the floor.
“Well, it was most implied,” Loki says, the gleam in his eye slowly fading.
Meeting his statement with silence, he drops your hand and hesitantly continues.
“Well, I was so wanting for more information about you, but I remembered as to how much of an emotional toll our conversation had taken on you, and I did not want to bring you any more pain…” Loki drifts off , his eyes pleading with you to look at him.
Slowly turning towards him, he smiles at you lightly, continuing with his sentiments, “So I took a little trip to Midgard.”
Blinking rapidly at him, your heart begins to swell.
“And I found someone that had proclaimed to miss you quite a bit.”
Feeling your lips up-tick ever so lightly, the twinkle in Loki’s eye returns as he slowly walks backwards towards the room entrance.
“And he’s here.”
He?
Shaking your head as you furrow your brow, Loki outstretches his arm towards the door.
And as he rounds the corner, his disgusting smile spreading across his face as his towering demeanor comes barreling towards you with outstretched arms, your eyes widen as the bile in your stomach creeps in to your throat, his arms thrown around you as he holds you close, picking you up and spinning you around as his arms squeezed you a bit too tight.
“Y/N! Oh my god, I have missed you so much!” he exclaims, setting you down as your wide eyes stare at him with your jaw agape.
Feeling Loki walk back up behind you, his hand placing itself in between your shoulder blades, you swallow hard as you forcefully slather a smile on your face, your head tilting ever so lightly to look up at Loki…trying so hard to contain the horror you were feeling inside.
“My Prince, this is…this is too much. I cannot accept this generous gift,” you say meekly.
“’My Prince’, huh?” the man says, staring at you with his darkening glance as your stomach flips in on itself, “You gotta clue me in on how you managed that one.”
Looking between him and Loki, Loki’s face now slowly studying Michael’s, Odin comes up behind everyone and thunderously pats him on the back.
“Michael of Midgard! It is wonderful to have you for a visit. I am sure Miss Y/N will want to show you to your room. I bet the two of you have much to talk about.”
“Yes,” Michael says as he turns his gaze slowly towards you, “I believe we do.”