The Fall of the Concubine: Loki x Reader
A/N: This is something I've wanted to do for a while, and I have noticed that a lot of Loki x Reader stories made Loki act rather OOC. I'm going to attempt to make this a reader insert story where Loki is not OOC.
Y/N: Your name
E/C: Eye color
H/T: Hair type
S/C: skin color
F/C: favorite color
Chapter one: A desperate escape
Paris, France
You grabbed an overnight bag and quickly began to pack. You were packing to leave to save your life from radicals who wished you dead. Why they wanted you dead was because you are one of the many concubines of Loki Laufeyson, the man who took over the world and became its king. The radicals viewed you and your fellow concubines as traitors to the human race that deserved to die. The thought that people wanted you to die frightened you to your very core. As for your master, he was off in Scandinavia. He told you not to worry, but you couldn't help but worry. You knew that humans if banded together with a violent purpose could do a lot of damage.
'Don't worry (y/n), just pretend you're packing to go visit grandma and grandpa..." you thought as you quickly packed several outfits in the bag. Your eyes began to well up with tears as you thought about your grandparents. They lived in a brown house in the mid western United states with a large Fir tree in the back yard, along with grandma's kitchen garden, grandpa's giant shed and the swings that you used to spend hours on. Oh, how you wished you could be there! You longed to have one of your grandpa's bear hugs and to hear your grandma's soothing voice telling you it was all going to be okay and that she loved you.
You then heard shouting from outside, and quickened your pace. The mob had come, they had come for not just your head, but for the heads of the young women that you have come to love as sisters, and they also came for their children that they had with Loki. Those children didn't deserve to die, the oldest was two and the youngest was born only a couple of weeks ago. Those babies were innocent, heck you and the other concubines were innocent to. You and the others had all been forced into being concubines. As you packed your toiletries into the bag you remembered the first day you had ever met Loki.
**Flashback**
You had been standing in line with your family for hours to present your gift to King Loki, the new ruler of the Earth. The gift your family was presenting was a few pieces of valuable jewelery. It wasn't much but your family wasn't super rich.
"Finally! We're next! I thought we'd be in line forever!" Your younger brother exclaimed quietly as you made it to the entrance of the make shift throne room. The room was usually a drawing room to an old mansion turned historical site in your state.
"Alright, everybody be respectful and everybody remain calm and we'll all get out of this alive." Your father said as your family entered the throne room.
Your family slowly approached Loki on his throne. Like the rumors had said he was very handsome. His chin length black hair was slicked back, and he wore a green outfit that brought out his eyes. While your family walked with there heads down, you looked him right in the face and your eyes met. He gave you a surprised/interested look as he looked you down. Your family took a few steps closer to him.
"Stop; now kneel." Loki commanded. Your family got on their knees their heads still lowered. Yours still was up and looking at him as you were on your knees.
"Lower your head girl. A commoner like you is not worthy of looking me in the eye." the raven haired ruler said coldly. Your mother forced your head down.
"Now that is settled. Present your gift to me." Loki commanded. Your mother presented the offering to the new king. He examined the jewelry for a few moments, but then tossed it aside and sighed.
"Nice try, but no dice. Besides I see something I would like a lot more." Loki stated, you felt his gaze on you, and you tensed up.
"What would satisfy you my king?" your father asked.
"I would like your daughter. The daughter that had the boldness to look me in the eye." Loki responded with a predatory smile. You heard your mother gasp with fear, and then start to weep. She did not want to hand over one of her daughters. Your older sister put her arm around her.
"Is something the matter?" the king asked.
"Sire please understand, what you're asking of us is something our family is not ready to do." your sister explained calmly.
"Well miss, if your family values their lives, then the girl will come with me." Loki responded.
"Why you.." your brother began, starting to stand up.
"Stop;" you stated pulling him back down.
"(y/n), what are you doing?" your father asked as you stood up.
"Saving our family. I will go with him. It would kill me to see you all die." you said sadly looking back at your family.
" There's a good mortal." Loki said satisfied with what you had just done. Your mother began to sob. You stepped closer to where Loki was sitting and knelled before him.
"Sire, please let me say goodbye to my family before I leave with you." you pleaded.
"You have five minutes." your new master replied.
You hugged your parents, and promised to write if you could. Then a Chitauri guard led you away from the room. You looked back at your family, pain etched in your face.
**END FLASH BACK**
Since then you grown to know Loki. You learned of his past, and how his adoptive father had lied to him for years, and you grew to pity him, and then you grew to love Loki. You were one of the few concubines that actually did. You packed the last few things in your bag, and then put your (h/c) hair up in a milkmaid braid and then put on a wig cap which was followed by a (insert natural hair color) wig. You picked up your bag and took off down the hall of the Tulieries palace.
You then heard the shouting of the mob come closer to you. They had made it into the palace. You then heard the babies crying. You saw a window with a tree outside it and you took the chance to escape. You picked up a statuette and threw it at the glass pane. It shattered into a million pieces. You maneuvered your way through the broken pane and grabbed the closest branch to you and you carefully climbed down. Once you reached the exit you ran like your life depended on it.
It was nearly dawn when you reached the seine river, and what you saw was horrifying. You saw the babies being thrown into the river like they were trash. You gasped and took off down an alley way. You were passing Place de la Concorde, and saw that the guillotine was back and working, and that your fellow concubines were being beheaded. You quickly passed by the scene and took off towards the outskirts.
When you reached the outskirts, you saw a man with a tractor trailer truck. You pulled out a money pouch and made your way towards the man.
"Sir! Wait!" you called as he was getting in his truck.
"What do you want girl?" he asked rudely.
"I need to get away from Paris. How far can you take me with this amount of money?" you asked him you handed him the pouch. He counted the money.
"I can take you to Colmer. You will be riding in the back." the man responded.
"Thank you sir! God bless you." you said appreciatively as you got in the back. As soon as you gave the sign you were in the back of the truck. The man drove off out of danger, and away to a new life.