Kneel

A/N - Kinda inspired by "Get Down" from the musical "Six".


"Your majesty, Loki of Asgard is here", the messenger said.

"Send him in", Queen Meillan said.

Loki sauntered into her throne room.

"Loki Laufeyson, what brings you to my realm?" she asked.

"I've come here to propose an arrangement".

"An arrangement?"

"I marry you, in exchange for ruling at your side".

Meillan laughed. "You want to be king?"

Loki smirked and said, "I know that the other realms see you an inferior ruler due to your lack of a male consort".

Meillan's smile dropped and she stood front her throne.

A dagger was at his throat in a second.

"Kneel", she told him.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said; kneel".

Loki slowly lowered himself down onto one knee, his green eyes never leaving hers.

Meillan had never considered marriage before, wanting to prove the realms wrong that a woman could rule without a husband. Queens had done it on Midgard before, so why couldn't she? But she couldn't deny that a merger between his realm and hers would be a good one.

Besides, Loki was quite attractive. Meillan brought the tip of her dagger to his lips.

Out of the realms, there was a reason Loki had chosen this one.

Not only was Meillan the most obvious choice, but she was also known for being quite cruel sometimes. But she had done what she had to in order to keep her crown. "Very well, Loki of Asgard", she told him, "You've got a deal".

Loki smirked in triumph.

Meillan grabbed Loki's hair and yanked his head back, her dagger under his chin. "But…never forget that I am queen and I do not answer to you. I never will. Is that understood?"

"Crystal".

"Correct answer", she said, throwing him to the floor, "Jerinia, please escort Lord Loki to his room". Meillan took her place on her throne as Loki stood up.

Both Meillan and Loki could tell they had made the correct choice in each other.


A week later, Meillan and Loki were married. It was done according to the tradition in Meillan's realm.

After the wedding, there was a lavish feast. Loki's coronation would be taking place in a month, much to Loki's disappointment.

Meillan and Loki entered their bedroom. Meillan could tell by the look on Loki's face that he was confused. "Things are different here", she told him.

Normally, there would be someone to verify the marriage was consummated.

Meillan made her way over to the bed and sat down. "What's the matter, Lord Loki? No experience pleasuring a woman?" she taunted.

Loki stalked up to her, a glare on his face. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back so that she was looking at him. "When I'm through with you, no other man will ever be able to pleasure you again", he threatened.

"Then prove it", Meillan told him.

Loki's lips met hers.

Meillan's hands scrambled to undress Loki.

"Eager are we, love?" he asked her.

Meillan grabbed him and pulled him down on the bed, straddling his hips.

He felt the familiar sharp tip of a dagger under his chin. "You have a proclivity for sharp pointy things, don't you?" Loki asked her.

"They're good for threatening people, but they're also good for cutting clothing", she said as she brought the dagger to her chest. Meillan popped the first string on the corset she had on.

Loki slipped his hands up her dress and settled them on her thighs. He gently caressed her legs as he watched Meillan's head fall back. Loki's hands felt amazing on her bare skin.

The dagger fell from her hands as they settled on his chest. Meillan's hips gently rocked against Loki's.

While she was distracted, Loki rolled them over and pointed his own dagger at her chin. The other hand held her wrists above her head.

"Who am I?" Loki asked her.

Meillan smirked. She knew what words he was searching for. "My King".

Loki smirked in return and slammed his lips on hers.