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Thor x Reader x Loki - Learn to Love You

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Thor x Reader x Loki – Love Ch3

You woke up in a large, warm bed, the sheets wrapped tightly around your body. Bright light blinded you, and the smell of the ocean roused you little by little. That wasn’t right… You didn’t live on the ocean… Usually you were woken to a symphony of car horns and the bustle of people walking through the city. Where were you…? You opened your eyes. The room was large, French doors leading to a balcony, the view covered by white sheer curtains. The room was probably even larger than your entire apartment and felt sterile… Not in the way a hospital is, but in the way a padded room is; empty and cold… The room you were in wasn’t completely empty though; there was a chest of drawers, the canopy bed you were in, and a coffee table and chairs… but nothing else. No personality, no items collected over years… Nothing. You sat up slowly and threw back the thick blankets. The last thing you remembered was… dancing… You were on stage, and dancing for a VIP… then you went home - - no. No you didn’t. The Madame made you do a private dance… Then… A cold shudder ran up your back. You had sex… and it wasn’t just with anyone… Any stranger on the street would have been easy; you wouldn’t feel guilty in the slightest… But you had sex with Loki… Loki of all people… You held your head in your hands, unable to stand, unable to think. All you could do was linger on his name. Loki. Loki. Loki! How could you have done such a thing?!
“Miss…” a young lady called from… somewhere… Your head whipped up and glanced around. A young woman with vibrantly crimson-pink hair was standing in the doorway. The clothes she was dressed in were similar to that of a normal maid, but far more sexualised, and you could have sworn you saw a gun hanging under the skirt of the short dress. “Breakfast has been served.” She said before turning and leaving. She didn’t sound kind or even formal. Her voice had a twang of an accent you couldn’t quite place, which made her sound a little cold and harsh… You stood up and started for the door, the feeling of something brushing against your thighs catching you off guard. You very nearly jumped into the air before you realised it was the dress you were in. Wait… What were you wearing?! You fell asleep naked - - or at least partially naked - - and now you were wearing a light and airy nightie. The material felt like silk, the dress trimmed with lace and clung to your figure. Your hands moved to your hips and then your breast. You had underwear and a bra on as well. Someone had completely dressed you. The idea of someone’s hands all over you while you were asleep made you uneasy. You sighed and shook your head before continuing to move, stopping momentarily to wrap a dressing gown around your body.

The house surrounding your room was just as large and impressive as you thought it would be. Soaring white walls and ceilings, black wrought iron guardrails along the stairs leading down from the hallway your room was on, some gold accents in the light fixtures, plants in pots and even artwork along the walls. It was like a multi-million dollar mansion, though it didn’t have the modern appeal most homes held. It was old fashioned, and held an air of sophistication you hadn’t expected with the bareness of the room you had just come from. The hall continued around the border of the lower level, looking down through the large void – almost like an indoor balcony from all angles, a staircase leading up to yet another level was opposite to where you were, and a wall was missing along the left walkway, allowing you to see through the to what looked like a giant library. It felt too big. You felt like an ant in the vast, open space. Your eyes moved down from the second level, the large entrance to the library was the first thing you saw before your eyes skimmed over the room. It was like a usual lounge room, chair, tables, and television, only more expensive than usual… Then you saw him. Loki. He was sitting in a chair, reading what looked like a newspaper while sipping tea. Anger boiled in your stomach and you moved quickly down the stairs.
“Where the hell am I?” you growled as you came to stop in front of him. Loki glanced up from his newspaper and placed his tea down.
“In my house.” You snorted.
“Bullshit.” Loki quirked a brow,
“You have been away from SHIELD for years, but I did not think that during that time you would be living under a rock as well.” He said. “I was brought here to help neutralise an enemy. After a short probation period, I was allowed to roam free between the realms. I chose to settle here.” SHIELD knew he was here. SHIELD let him stay here… that would mean they knew where he was, and where you were… You had to get out of there. Quickly you turned on your heels and turned to leave through the sliding doors leading to an open balcony, however just as you reached them, they slammed shut.
“Let me leave.” You snarled while turning to Loki. He had returned to his newspaper and shook his head, not even bothering to look at you.
“You think SHIELD will ever stop pursuing you?” he asked. “Not only are you capable of hacking into their databases, but you are also a direct line to Thor and his child.” He said. “They will never let you live a normal life, even if you willingly return to them.” You wrapped your arms around your stomach. “Do you actually want to keep dancing on old men’s laps for dimes?” he asked. “Stay here. My house is not under surveillance, and there will always be enough time to hide should SHIELD agents come to visit.” He had finally looked up from his newspaper. “What do you think?”
“What about your staff…?” you asked.
“Former enemies of SHIELD. Even if they were bribed with double or triple the already good pay they receive from me, they would not snitch to SHIELD.” You eyed him for a moment,
“Why would you do this for me?” you asked.
“Because your story is intriguing. Because it takes an uncommon type of person to completely give themself to another person who so obviously doesn’t want them…” Your mouth fell open slightly. “And it takes an even rarer type of person to create a child with and for someone who doesn’t want them.” You clenched your jaw, not even realising how badly you were trembling.
“I want my dog.” You said. “He wont have been fed in however long it took you to get me here.” His eyes locked with yours, intrigued and assessing you,
“Deflecting-,”
“I want my dog.” You insisted, your arms crossing over your body.
“I-,”
“I. Want my dog.” Loki pursed his lips.
“The mongrel and all of your other belongings are already on their way here and should arrive by the afternoon.” Your brows furrowed. “Don’t look so surprised. I knew I would be more than capable of convincing you to stay.” He pointed in the direction of a dining room. “Breakfast is in there.” He said coldly, a maid walking over to Loki to refill his teacup. “You can do as you please, as long as you don’t leave the grounds of the house.” He said. You supressed a sigh and slipped into the dining room without a word.

Platters of food were laid out over a large, heavy oak table, and you picked out a few items without really thinking. You could hear pots and dishes clanking, as well as hushed murmurs. Numerous eyes were on you even if you couldn’t see them. The fact that the murmurs dropped down in volume as you came closer to the adjoining kitchen made you feel uneasy. They were talking about you; or at the very least saying something they didn’t want you to hear. Biting your inner lip harshly, you finished gathering the morsels of food and retreated back up the stairs. You didn’t want to be around Loki. You didn’t want to be around anyone. In one night you went from being a prisoner whose cell was as large as the world, to a prisoner whose cell shrank to the size of one house, even if it were a large house, it was still smaller than the whole world. How could anyone actually expect you to acclimatise to the whole thing after one explanation, or at all really…? A soft sigh passed your lips as you made your way through the French doors of your room to a balcony.

The balcony, just as everything in the house, was huge. It was probably large enough to become another bedroom, and faced the ocean. This was the first time you realised the house was so close to the ocean. You heard and smelled it before, but you didn’t expect to be able to jump from the balcony into the water. Had there not been several hundred feet to fall down a cliff face, you probably would have just to get away. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, swaying slightly. The shade was cool, almost like the water, which told you that you were probably facing west, the house blocking out the sun. You turned back towards the house. From where you were standing you could see the sun through the third level of the monster of a house. It was almost completely glass, you see into the room - - which appeared to be a bedroom. A deep blush settled over your cheeks when you saw Loki stride up the stairs through the glass walls. That was Loki’s room? Of course it was… Of course it was his room… It was wildly extravagant and ridiculous, poised atop everything else to hide his insecurities about his own inferiority. The heat on your cheeks deepened when Loki began undressing. You turned away and quickly retreated to one of the sun chairs in the far corner. You were almost sure you could feel Loki’s gaze on you, but you truly hoped it wasn’t… Hesitantly you turned to glance back at the room. Loki wasn’t just getting undressed… he was completely naked. Why couldn’t you turn your eyes away…? You had to look away… If he saw you looking at him, you would never hear the end of it… Somehow, by the grace of some entity, you were able to pull your gaze away. You kept your eyes locked on the ocean, entranced by sound and motion of the waves.

You honestly didn’t know how long you stayed in the sun chair. You had managed to eat all of the food you’d acquired, and you had to pull out the retractable awning to protect yourself from the sun. You hadn’t expected to be so drawn in by the ocean. Your sense of time was off, but you certainly could take in the things going on around you, the sun moving, the birds squawking, the tide coming in. The same maid that came to get you in the morning came to the room to retrieve you for dinner. You didn’t move. You didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to have to put up with Loki, or the staff again. One of the other things you did notice was that no one arrived or left the house - - which meant your belongings probably hadn’t arrived yet - - and neither had your dog… You retracted the awning once your surroundings turned from the sun and waves to the moon and stars. Sleep somehow managed to find you a while after midnight. The moon was high enough for you to see without looking in the direction of Loki’s room - - though it didn’t stop you from seeing him in the process of screwing one of the maids. Luckily he activated something to black the windows out so you didn’t have to see Loki having sex out of the corner of your eyes. The moon… the stars… constellations… You took it all in little by little until you found yourself dreaming of those same, shimmering and slowly moving stars…

***

The sound of a car door slamming reached your ears, waking you up with a shock. It took a moment to remember where you were. This was Loki’s house, on a patio, in an uncomfortable sun chair. A soft huff left your lips as you sat up, your back muscles straining slightly. From the fact that the shadows around you were virtually non-existent, the sun must have been directly above you, you guessed it had to be at least lunchtime. The only reason you weren’t afraid of getting burnt or skin cancer from the hours spent in the sun was because the awning was, for whatever reason, drawn forwards again. Had someone come into your room and covered you? For that matter why was there a blanket on you? Was it even right for you to be calling it your room? That last one wasn’t something you needed to worry about right now. A child’s laughter brought you away from the mystery of the awning and blanket and you looked over the guardrail of the balcony. What you saw surprised you, though it really shouldn’t have…

It was Thor… He was trotting up the stone stairs and passed the gardens leading to the entranceway. Tears began to well in your eyes, something that had not happened for a very long time. You suddenly forgot all too quickly how to breathe. A young boy with golden blond hair ran after The God of Thunder, Jane trailing along after them both. Was that him? Was that your son…? Your hands began trembling. Oh God… they were here… They were literally one floor below you… Why were they here? Had Loki called them? Is that why they were there? You quickly moved to the entrance to the room and opened the door just enough to hear what was being said.
“Brother!” Thor boomed. You could have sworn you heard Loki roll his eyes. Then there was a sound you didn’t expect. A dog bark. It must have been Samson.
“Uncle Loki got a dog!” a little boy exclaimed. Your little boy.
“Why would you get a dog? I thought you hated animals.” Jane said.
“Oh, it was just one of the strays I picked up.” Loki replied. The amused tone to his voice made the corner of your mouth quirk downwards slightly. Something told you he knew you were listening, and chose to phrase it like that as a jab at you for being a stray. “Why don’t you go play with him while your Uncle and I talk?” Thor said. The boy began laughing, the sound coming louder and louder. Oh no… you had to hide… You quickly ducked behind the door, closing it a little more, though you still looked through the crack.

Samson bounded after the boy, his long, thick fur bouncing up and down, as they ran up the stairs; both stopping once they reached the top. Your son… he had Thor’s wispy golden hair, but your skin tone and eye colour. You couldn’t help but smile. He was adorable… He had Thor’s smile... The boy trotted off down the hallway, starting to run around the doughnut shaped upper level. Samson stayed put and began sniffing the air before cautiously stepping forwards. The boy slowed down and turned watched him closely. Samson began sniffing at your door. Damn he found you… Of the three rooms on this side of the house, of course yours had to be the one right at the top of the stairs… The dog stopped for a moment, before he almost seemed to smile and nudged the door open. You could have held it shut… but there was no point to it really. Samson was a Bernese mountain dog, and far stronger than you when he wanted to be. Immediately the large hairball jumped on you, licking your face and nuzzling into you. You couldn’t help but giggle as you struggled to get the dog off of you.
“Is he your dog?” the boy asked. Oh shit. You’d completely forgotten he was there…
“I-uh… yes.” You said, pushing the boofhead away softly so he was no longer breathing in your face. The boy smiled widely,
“What’s his name?!” he yelled happily.
“Samson,” the young boy stepped into the room and knelt down to stroke his fur.
“Why are you in Uncle Loki’s house? You don’t look like a maid.” He said. Ah, observant… something Thor surely wasn’t.
“I’m just staying here for a little while. Your uncle and I are friends.”
“Uncle Loki has lots of lady friends. So many I forget their names…” he trailed off. “Will you be here next time we come to visit? I like Samson.” He said.
“Probably… Why are you here to visit now?” His large eyes locked with yours.
“You’re sad.” He said innocently. You had to force a smile on your face.
“No, I’m just happy to see Samson, we’ve been apart for quite a while…” No… you hadn’t seen him for years… Since the day you gave birth to him…
“My son! Come, we are leaving!” You heard Thor call from downstairs. You could hear his footsteps start up the stairs.
“You’d better go.” You said, standing up before helping the boy up. He nodded and trotted out of the room happily. You closed the door almost all of the way, keeping it open just enough to peek out of.
“There’s a lady in uncle Loki’s house!” the boy insisted as his father reached the top of the stairs. Thor sighed,
“Really? Another one?” the older brother asked Loki as he quickly stepped up the stairs as well. From the crack in the door, you could see Loki glance in the direction of your door worry in his eyes, but upon realising Thor hadn’t seen you he shrugged and subtly moved to stand in front of your door. “Yes, remember, your uncle has many lovely ladies who help him maintain the house.” Thor said, clearly trying to come up with a semi-convincing lie.
“But she isn’t a maid. She was wearing a nightie like mommy.” Thor deadpanned at his brother.
“She was tired. So I let her sleep a little.” Loki said as Thor took his son’s hand and started moving down the stairs.
“Remember what I have told you.” Thor said to Loki. This time you could see his eyes roll. The little boy turned back to you and smiled, waving as his father guided him away. You smiled slightly and waved from the crack in the door. Thor looked back in your direction, trying to see what his son was looking at. You darted behind the door. Hopefully you’d been quick enough to hide yourself before Thor saw you… The fact that Thor bid Loki farewell told you he hadn’t seen you, thankfully. You sighed heavily, out of relief or sadness, you didn’t know… however the half-suppressed sob made you think it was sadness.
“That is the most emotion I’ve seen from you since I’ve known you.” Loki said, coming to rest his back against the edge of the entranceway, still watching Thor leave.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you mumbled into the door.
“His name is Magnus.” Your heart clenched. Magnus… Loki stood straight and headed off. “Dinner will be at six o’clock today. I expect you’ll actually show up this time.” He disappeared down the stairs. You could feel your lower lip trembling, and sadness wash over you. You began to cry, tears falling uncontrollably, so much so that your ribs began to hurt and you eyes were unable to dry out. You were crying… You thought it was physically impossible for you to ever cry like this again… but you were crying…