Summary:

Finally!

Notes:

beta is mischieffuckingmanaged

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Chapter Text

Loki ran to get his coat, thinking to use Heimdall to find her. He hadn't even thought about how he felt about her being his secret admirer, all he knew was that she was.

He pushed open his bedroom door and there she was sitting on the chair at his desk. "Natasha?" He gasped.

She smiled standing up. "Ice Prince."

He looked all kinds of confused. "I… You're the admirer?"

She smiled. "I hope you are pleasantly surprised." She started to walk closer.

Instinctively he moved back. "I… why not just tell me? Why do all of this?"

"Do you think you aren't worth it?" She asked tilting her head to the right.

No, he didn't think he was worth it, but he would not say that.

And it didn't matter if he said it, she knew he didn't think himself worthy. Not of the castle he lived in or the family he inherited or the gifts he received. She'd be sure that would be one of the first things she'd deal with once he was under her care.

She circled him slowly, admiring the view he presented then she stepped away from him and slid onto his desk. "Take off your clothes."

Loki stood shocked at her boldness. He didn't move, didn't respond causing her to smile. "Is my Ice Prince frozen? Let's start with the sleeveless coat. You will have no use for it today. I'll keep you warm."

Her eyes slowly turned yellow, a sharp contrast to her red hair. Her skin darkened into her natural state as she slid off the table.

"Have you ever made love to another giant Loki? Probably not, I know you hate your giant heritage. But fret not, I'll make you love it." She reverted back to her Aesir form. "But not today. I'll wait until you consent to be my partner for life before I take my blushing virgin to bed. For now, I'll take you as you are."

She led him to the bed, before pushing him down on it and settling with one leg on either side of hips. "Did you like my gifts?"

Loki responded with a significantly deeper voice. "Yes."

"Will you allow me to open mine?" She started to unlace his pants, feeling the straining length beneath twitching to be released. She took her time before she slid her hands in and cupped him. He bucked into her hand silently urging her on, but she pulled away taking that opportunity to pull his clothes off.

She shimmied out her undergarment and mounted him again, this time taking his length in her.

Sex in Aesir form felt good, but it wasn't as satisfying as in her natural form and she knew the same to be true for him. She wondered how many lovers wondered why he never seemed fully pleased.

He squirmed at her heat just as she shivered at his coolness. He was long and filled her well and she was tight around him making him shudder with each movement.

It was too good to last too long for either of them and after both drifted off to sleep.

000

"Have you heard?" Sif asked as she barged into Thor's chambers. "Loki and Natasha are marrying in three days."

Thor smiled as he polished his trusty hammer. "Yes, Father told me this morning. I am happy for him. Why do you seem upset?"

"Their engagement is three days." She spat. "We've been engaged for 300 years."

Thor nodded. "It is true."

"When will we be married?" She demanded to know.

Thor sighed not really wanting to have that conversation but knowing Sif would never let it go, even if he asked her to. "Matters of the state are complicated."

"This is not a matter of state." She spat

"Of course it is." Thor looked up from his hammer and into his fiancée's face. "I am next in line for the throne and the woman I marry will be queen."

She scoffed insulted. "And am I not fit for a queen?"

"Of course you are fit." He believed she would, but that wasn't really the point.

"Then?" She pressed.

Thor threw his polishing rag in the garbage and turned to give her his full attention. "There are factors to consider."

"Such as?" She pressed further.

Thor took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering. "Father has made it plain to me that Loki will be my advisor and an ambassador to our realm."

"And?" She pressed even further.

"And it is well known that you despise him. How will it look with a queen that will go against him simply because he is Loki?"

She had no appropriate answer so she was left stuttering. "I... I… I"

"And he is marrying a warrior." Thor continued. "Father has made it apparent as well that Lady Natasha will lead the army when I rule."

Sif couldn't believe her ears. "Natasha?" She always thought that position would go to her. Why wouldn't it?

"Yes, Natasha." Thot affirmed. "Her position in our court will force Loki to stay in Asgard and from what I have heard her people made Father draw up a contract to make it so."

"Fire Giants abandoned her!"

"Well, now they are reclaiming her." That wasn't so unheard of. When Loki was a tricky little bastard he belonged to Asgard. When Loki made awesome potions and did magical feats no one thought possible, Frost Giants claimed him. "Especially after the attack that their rogues made, they want to prove they are true friends of Asgard."

None of that made sense to Sif. "What is this to us?"

"I do not need a fighting queen, Sif. We will have a princess for that. I do not need a strategist because Loki is that. What I will need is a queen who will bear children and tend to matters of court, not off fighting and going on adventures."

Sif sucked in a breath as if he'd slapped her. "And you don't think I'd make a good mother?"

"I don't think you'd make a happy one." He answered honestly. "Loki will bear children and a lot of them. Giants can have up to five children in one litter and if I do not produce a child, his heirs will inherit the throne."

Sif was shocked. "All Father would allow a half fire half frost giant to rule Asgard."

"There is an order being written up now." Thor informed her flatly.

"So soon? They are not even married yet."

"I am claiming the throne in four weeks' time. Father wishes to make sure he has taught all he has to teach before he passes on and he is just ensuring that my reign will be smooth. As such it will be written that after my reign my children will inherit the throne, and if I have none then Loki's children will rule."

Sif paced the room trying to make sense of all this information. "So you're telling me because of your brother's decision to marry a Valkyrie we are not to be wed?"

"That is not at all what I'm saying." Thor shifted in his seat trying to find a way to explain it to. "Sif, understand this. Neither Loki nor I wants his children to inherit the throne. After living with Laufey, his distaste for the throne runs deep and I would like a generation of Loki's children not to have to suffer for it. Therefore, I need a queen who will bear and rear children just as Frigga did and busy herself in the ways of healing and tending to troops and ambassadors. Loki's decision to marry a Valkyrie has nothing to do with it. It's your decision to be a warrior and I would not ask you to forgo your desire to fight just to be my wife."

Sif huffed. "And if I give up my warrior ways? Make pretty trinkets and throw silly parties? Then I'd be your wife." The whole idea of her not being fit as a queen just because she wanted to fight was ridiculous.

Thor stared at her for a moment feeling a bit insulted before answering her. "Is that what you think Mother did while Father fought wars and worked to make peace? Sif, she healed our wounded soldiers and fed them. She took in a child from an enemy race who was sickly and dying and made him into one of the most feared mages in all the nine realms. She even mounted a horse and road into battle when my father fell to the enemy to retrieve him. She's arranged treaties and worked with ambassadors making sure any Fire Giant, Frost Giant, Dwarf, Elf, Valkyrie and everything in between that chose to make Asgard their home felt comfortable. I assure you, not once did my mother make a pretty trinket and all the silly parties we've ever attended was planned by her servants as she was too busy being a queen."

He walked from her then leaving her in his room to her own thoughts.

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