A/N- Hello this is my first Avengers fic and I hope you like it! Reviews are most welcome.
Loki hurt everywhere. Not only was he smashed numerous of time into the ground, but he couldn't see anyway he was getting out of this without punishment. He couldn't even move enough to try and run away, to try and escape the fate that would surely be awaiting him. Loki closed his eyes, thinking he should at least enjoy the last few free minutes he would have alone. His mind was fading as his magic started to try and heal him making him slowly pass out. Loki barely was able to open his eyes and see someone standing over him calling out to him. Trying and failing to get him to get up. To move.
He hurt too much to think let alone move. A frustrated groan was heard as someone dragged him over their shoulder and tried to hold him up. He wanted to ask what they were doing and who they were, but the darkness overtook him before he could ask such questions. Right before he submitted to it though he heard a female's voice whisper in his ear; "Everything is going to be okay, Loki. I'm getting you out of here and saving you." Then all was gone.
Bright sunlight made the demigod cover his eyes with his pale hand. Where was he? His body wasn't in pain anymore and he was sure he was restored to full strength. The memories rushed back to him and he sat up quickly feeling the blanket fall from around him. Who saved him and why? Loki's questions were soon answered as the door to the room he was in opened and someone entered.
Analena Rogers-Stark stood in front of him. Brown hair flowing around her face as dark brown eyes watched him carefully. "Feeling better?" She asked moving closer to him and sitting down on the bed. He was confused as to why she would have helped him and wondered if this was all a trick. The thought was quickly dismissed though as questions of why they would go through all this trouble to trick him when he was in a weakened state before, easy to be captured.
"Where are we?" Loki asked ignoring her question completely.
Giving a half smirk she replied; "The tenth realm, Bermethus." Eyes narrowed he jumped out of bed feeling his magic within reach.
"You lie! There is no tenth realm!" She wasn't looking at his face though, no instead her eyes had shifted downward and a faint blush was evident along her cheeks. Glancing down at himself, the Liesmith noticed that he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. "Where have you done with my clothes?" Not bothering to cover himself up, actually smirking at the redness still on the woman's cheeks.
"There was always a tenth realm, only those with such powers could enter it though. You're the first outsider that has ever stepped into Bermethus." Ana explained dragging her eyes away from the gods lower half. "Most Berms are never allowed to bring outsiders into our real and are normally casted away if they try. Being who I am, I was allowed."
"Oh? Who might you be?"
"The queen of course."
This little line of mine
Now fully dressed, Loki sat on the bed eager to hear the history of this new realm. It had took him awhile to actually believe her, but when several people bow to Analena calling her 'My queen' it was kind of hard not to believe. What was strange though is whenever they would turn to him, they would too bow to him and say 'My k- my queen's guest' having to correct themselves when the woman would shoot them a glare. He wasn't sure what that was all about, but was hoping he could get it out of her.
"Right, Bermethus was in fact the first ever real to exist, so to speak. It was one that help create the other nine realms that you know about. The people, Berms, were very skilled and very powerful people, actually the higher form of humans. The mortals that live on Earth are Berms that have been casted out of Bermethus. They are weak, powerless, mortals. As the ten realms started to grow and become what they are today a war broke out between them.
It started quietly enough, the queen of Bermethus at that time busy helping whichever realm was in trouble or needed aid. Hel and Niflheim were secretly looking for a way to overthrow us and use our power for their own realm. When the queen found out about this is when the war really started. On the power side, the bad guys as Midgard would call them, were Hel, Niflheim, Asgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Midgard, and Nidavellir. The savior side was Bermethus, Jotunheim and Svartalfheim. As you can see they were gravely out numbered. Three against seven.
The war lasted many years, finally ending when a spell was cast and the tenth realm was hidden. Well that's what the other realms leaders think anyway, all except one. Jotunheim and Bermethus had a wonderful relationship when it was created and not just because the queen was intimate with the king of that realm. Well, it was a major point, but also Jotunheim has the power to destroy Bermethus if they wanted to. The love between the king of that realm and the queen of this realm held many secrets and bonds. Bermethus can only stay hidden and the war can stay in hibernation if and only if the king of Jotunheim and Bermethus were to be together. The deadly twist though? Only the king can accept the request from the queen. Once it has been agreed on and proven Bermethus can stay hidden for one hundred more years. If not, the realm is visible once again and the war has begun."
Loki kept quiet for a moment taking all of the information it. The one thing that still confused him though was why he was here.
"You are the queen." A mere statement rather than questioning it. "I still don't understand though why you saved me. Why I am here. Why you are telling me all this." It frustrated him to no end.
"Well simple really. It's been one hundred years since the last king and queen has renewed the spell. It's time again and as queen of Bermethus, I am asking you, Loki Laufeyjarson, rightful heir to the Jotunheim throne to accept the relationship once more. To help hide Bermethus and keep the war in hibernation. To be king of not only Jotunheim, but of Bremethus and help rule the ten realms with me. You have a week to come and find me and give me your decision. Whether it be good or bad." Smiling softly at him, Ana got up and left the room. Loki sat there shocked still trying to understand the last part she said.
He was king of Jotunheim and could be king of Bermethus as well. Not only king of two realms, one of them being the most powerful, but having a wife that was royal not only on Bremethus, but on Midgard as well. Loki didn't think it would take long to let the queen know of his choice.
