Hello everyone! This oneshot is based off a request from wellsee21 off AO3. They wanted to see Sutton and Loki in Camelot with a case of mistaken identity, so here it is! Hope it entertains. I didn't plan on it being so long, but it sort of got away from me.
Also, if you are a history buff or super into Arthurian legend, I apologize now. I took little things here and there and dropped it in, but I am in no way accurate in this thing.
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"Now you've done it!"
Sutton rolled twice on rough soil before scrambling back up on her feet. Loki stood; of course he wouldn't have trouble sticking the landing, and glared down at her.
"This is not anywhere near my own realm. Why must you constantly interfere?"
Sutton glared up at him, one brow raised and her lips slightly parted.
"Excuse me?" She rested her hands on her hips and put her weight on one leg. "You're trying to blame this on me? You kidnapped me! You're the one who was trying to jump universes!"
"It is your ability and scattered thoughts that sent us astray," Loki hissed. "And I believe 'rescuing you' would be a more fitting term. A thank you wouldn't be remiss."
She rolled her eyes.
"The day I thank you for anything is the day that the world ends."
Loki didn't have a chance to respond though, because there was suddenly the audible thunder of hooves and Sutton whirled back around to see a trio of men on horses approaching them quickly. They shone bright with the sun's reflection and Sutton could make out capes billowing at their backs. She hesitatingly hedged closer towards Loki despite her better judgment.
"Maybe now would be a good time for you to zap us out of here?"
Loki was eying the horsemen with a twisting smirk, his stance loose and uncaring.
"Well, you are the one who brought us here," he said. "Perhaps we should stay awhile. It would be rude to leave so quickly."
Sutton gasped and clenched her fists.
"Are you serious? I told you I didn't do it!"
The rumble of the horses was joined by the beasts' panting breaths and a shouted greeting from one of the unknown men.
"Good morrow!"
Sutton shot a glance to Loki, widened her eyes in an angry stare and jerked her head towards the new trio. Loki smiled pleasantly back at her and remained mute.
"Um, hello?"
The three men upon their horses appeared to be knights, if Sutton were brave enough to garner a guess. They wore clean tunic looking garments and chain mail over that. Swords were strapped to their sides and fortunately remained sheathed, and their horses carried a couple of packs each as though they'd been traveling. Their faces were easily seen because they were riding without their helmets on, and they looked a bit windswept with tousled hair and ruddy faces. The one who had spoken was smiling down at her and Loki. Sutton decided that he was the leader until proven otherwise. And drat it if his smile wasn't charming despite the fact that he was a stranger and could behead her at any moment. His bright eyes and flaxen hair helped add to his appeal as well.
"Might I ask what a maiden and her companion are doing in open country without supply or company? And... beg your pardon, why in such little dress?"
The other two men were working to evade eye contact and blushing lightly. Sutton glanced down at her outfit. It was just a pair of tweed pants in riding boots with a linen top. (Really one of the better outfits she'd gotten so far in her miserable adventures. At least in this one she could move.) As far as she was concerned all her important and inappropriate bits were covered modestly, but then again, it wasn't a dress.
Gasp! They could see the shape of her legs! Oh, the humiliating horror!
"These are my, er, traveling clothes?" She looked to Loki but he still offered nothing. Instead he sharply judged the three men before them and schemed. She could see him thinking behind those emerald eyes.
"And, um, further, my, uh, company? Well, they were, attacked? Unfortunate really, no, I mean, terrifying! And we're the only two left. We've been trying to find the nearest city since then."
"A maiden in trouble!" The man sat even straighter on his horse and put a first over his heart. "Tell me, were you traveling to Camelot, for it is the closest city to here."
Sutton could feel the air leave her lungs as she forced out an entire exasperated breath.
"Right, why not," she muttered. "Because I'm Guinevere and he's Merlin and of course we're trying to get to Camelot."
"Then it is fortunate that we spotted you, Lady Guinevere! For it is our oath to help any maiden in need. I am Sir Lancelot of the Lake, Knight of King Arthur himself with a seat at his Round Table. With me travel Sir Percival and Sir Tristan, also Knights of the Round Table. We are at your behest."
He jumped off his horse, all muscle and solidity, and placed a kiss on her hand with a bow. Heat rose into Sutton's face as her tongue thickened.
"Wh-wait, I, um, I didn't mean that I was really-"
The man Lancelot had introduced as Sir Percival laughed lightly in his saddle and gave a kick to his horse to turn it around.
"Cease your flagrant chivalry, Lancelot, and come. If it truly is Merlin with this Lady Guinevere, then the King will surely would want to meet with him. It has been long since the sorcerer has visited Camelot."
Loki bowed now, the first reaction he'd graced the men with the entire time. Sutton wondered if they'd even noticed or had been too preoccupied with her in trousers.
"Of course," Loki said. "Who would I be to deny King Arthur?"
"You can't really be going along-"
"Lady Guinevere will need a horse, naturally. She has had no choice but to walk on foot this entire way, and I fear soon she may grow faint."
"I am perfectly fine!"
Sir Lancelot held out a hand and distracted her with another smile.
"Of course I can give the lady a ride into Camelot. You can of course ride as well, Merlin."
At that Loki gave the knight a closed lipped smile and tilted his head downwards.
"Ah, I believe I will use my own means to get to the city, thank you. I will await you at the gates."
Sutton scowled and took one step forward.
"What do you think you're-"
Loki's form suddenly darkened to black, twisting and churning like a violent shadow until it once again took shape and a raven was in his place. He was flapping rapidly to maintain his place in the air and cawed at them once before taking higher to the sky and gliding away.
The three knights had gone silent.
"By the king, that truly is Merlin," breathed Sir Tristan.
Sutton couldn't help the flat, unamused expression that graced her face.
That better not have been an ability he got after meeting her. She was going to kick herself.
"Lady Guinevere, if you are ready…."
Lancelot's hand was once again open for her and Sutton found she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. She gave a little, awkward smile and let her hand fall into his.
"Right."
She attempted to lift a foot to put in the stirrup, but suddenly there were hands at her waist and she was lifted off the ground and placed in the front of the saddle.
"Whoa! Hey! A little warning next time, huh?"
"Many apologies, Lady Guinevere."
Lancelot launched himself up into the saddle behind her and reached around her for the reigns. The chain mail was slightly warmed and it seeped through her linen shirt to her skin. Sutton felt her face grow hot again and she made sure to keep particularly still where she sat.
It was not a long ride to the gates of Camelot, but it was long enough for Lancelot and his fellow knights to try and keep up conversation. She tried to keep mum or vague on most things, especially on how she knew "Merlin", and especially since she was a bit unknowledgeable about this time period in general. She knew the basic legend of King Arthur; knew enough to realize claiming to be Guinevere was a dumb idea, sarcasm or no.
At the gates Loki stood waiting, hands clasped loosely behind his back and grinning. It made Sutton's eye twitch, but how threatening could she really be when she was cuddled under a gleaming, happy knight whose chin she still didn't reach while sitting? Still, she scowled at him as they passed and she thought the knights weren't looking.
You are so dead, she mouthed as he smirked up at her. I'll imagine you-
But the horse had passed Loki then and she was only able to glimpse under Lancelot's arm as he wiggled his fingers in a wave at her.
The gates were open and they gave access to a bustling, protected inner city. People obviously recognized the men as they rode in and greeted them with happy cheers. Sutton sunk down further between Lancelot's arms. She could feel his chest rumble gently as he chuckled.
"Worry not, Lady Guinevere. I am sure the king will understand your circumstance and provide the necessities for you until your father can send for you."
Sutton's head jerked up, knocking against Lancelot's chest as her eyes widened.
"My father?"
"Of course. You are Lady Guinevere, daughter of King Leodegrance. No doubt he will be worried about your travels."
"But, you never-"
"I did not address your station for fear that perhaps your companion was not who you claimed him to be. A maiden in distress is bound to confess whatever she must in the name of safety."
An unseen frown tugged at Sutton's mouth.
"And yet you continue to believe that I am Guinevere. Why would you accept that without proof?"
"Lady Guinevere is said to be a great beauty, and also, I see no way this would profit you if you were to lie and be caught."
Sutton tried to twist in the saddle to better see Lancelot's face.
"That's the thing, though, I'm not-"
"Quite ready, Lady Guinevere?" Loki seemed to phase into existence and grinned knowingly at her. His next sentence was laced with double meaning. "It's not polite to keep kings waiting."
He held out a hand delicately to help her dismount and the muscles in Sutton's arm seized. Seconds beyond what was probably appropriate ticked by before Sutton finally gripped his hand. His skin was cool but his grip was firm. She made it to solid ground without making a fool of herself. The two other knights dismounted their horses and took Lancelot's horse as well to hand over to a stable boy for boarding.
"Come." Lancelot smiled and gestured towards the castle doors. "I have no doubt that King Arthur will greet you both warmly. He has missed your council, good sorcerer." He gave Loki's arm a squeeze and Sutton was amazed to find that Loki allowed it, at least for the time being. "And the court will want to make sure you are properly dressed, and comfortable of course, before meeting the king, dear lady."
Lancelot held out an arm for her and Sutton took it in order to tuck herself away further from Loki. She shot him another look for good measure and it ricocheted off him as it had before.
Some lady servants were summoned and they indeed made sure that she was fit to meet the king. Her pants and blouse disappeared before she'd realized it and she was stuffed into a dress worthy of the court. It hung close to her in a deep burgundy with long wide sleeves and a delicate golden belt. Sutton wondered if she should practice curtsying a few times while still in private. But after her hair was pinned in place and her cheeks rouged she was escorted back to Lancelot and Loki who were waiting before the main courtroom doors.
Sutton flushed again and clenched a fist as their gazes landed on her. Lancelot was beaming, though she saw his eyes flicker over her lacking form, and Loki's eyes merely danced in amusement at her discomfort.
"You look lovely, Lady Guinevere," Lancelot said. "Truly a beauty to grace Camelot."
Sutton lifted one eyebrow and tilted her head down.
"Does that work on every girl you use it on, Sir Lancelot?"
He laughed and put a hand to his heart.
"My lady, you do me a dishonor! On my honor as a knight, I can speak only the truth."
Sutton turned her head to roll her eyes, but accepted Lancelot's arm when he offered it.
It was then that a servant proclaimed that the king would see them now and grandly pushed open the doors. Sutton's stomach dropped. The court was not empty, there were other nobles milling about the room, but at the front of the room sat a throne and on the throne, King Arthur.
He was obviously a fighting king, tall and rugged. In contrast to Lancelot his hair was dark and gaze more serious, but she still saw the look he spared her as she entered. Unfortunately Lancelot handed her off to Loki in order to greet the king. She put her arm stiffly through Loki's and tried to let it hover a bit so as not to touch.
"You seem to have caught both their eyes enough, Lady Guinevere," Loki said. The continued amusement was apparent in his voice and he pulled his arm up so she was forced to touch him. Sutton grit her teeth.
"I don't see why. I don't have any delusions of being a great beauty."
Loki hummed quietly.
"Well you have clean skin and all your teeth, they can't ask for much else."
Sutton's voice lowered.
"And all the fangirls think you're a such a charmer. Too bad I can't inform them of the disappointment."
"Oh, Sutton." Loki's voice was dangerously deep and he skimmed the fingers of the opposite hand over her arm. "If I were truly trying to charm you, you would know it."
She tried to jerk her arm away but he only tightened his hold.
"Try is the appropriate term," she said, "because your efforts would fail spectacularly. I already know you too well."
"If telling yourself that gives you peace, darling."
Sutton actually was relieved when Lancelot and Arthur ended their greeting and turned their attention back to her and Loki. Arthur rose from his throne and Sutton attempted a clumsy curtsey.
"Your majesty."
That's what they always said in the medieval movies, wasn't it?
Arthur bowed back.
"My lady. And this is the man who claims to be Merlin?"
And here Sutton saw the skepticism in Arthur's eyes. He stood a distance from Loki, who Sutton was unfortunately still arm and arm with, and gave the god of mischief a once over.
"If you are truly Merlin," he said, "then time has been exceedingly good to you. The last I saw you, you had a beard that was quite fair."
Sutton wished that this would be a sort of stumbling block for Loki, but given the fact that he'd been alive so long and looked less than concerned did not hint at that happening. Loki gave him a grin.
"Arthur, you fail to fully grasp the workings of magic still. Was it not I that put Excalibur in stone that could be lifted by none but the one true king? How much more would it be to alter my appearance?"
"All words any man could speak."
"'No man fears to kneel before the God he trusts. Without faith, without belief in something, what are we?' Did you not say that to me once?"
Ice spread through Sutton's stomach as she watched Arthur's face split into a grin. Loki released her as Arthur greeted Loki with an embrace.
"Merlin, my old friend! I must say, this look suits you well."
Sutton stood to the side and marveled at Loki allowing a mortal to touch him. It must have been a worthy sacrifice for the sake of the joke in his opinion. In that moment Sutton couldn't decide whether she was between a rock or a hard place. Surely when the truth that she wasn't Guinevere was revealed, they would want her punished or killed. But if Loki truly found her useful he couldn't allow that to happen. And that left her forced to leave with him at his will to be at his mercy.
Either way, he held all the cards and it chafed.
Sutton felt a few muscles loosen as she remained off the arm of a man. But the universe was determined to give her an ulcer before the month was up for Arthur approached and bowed to kiss her hand himself.
"I deeply regret that you had such troubles on your journey here," he said. "If I had known of your impending arrival, I would have sent men to better patrol the boarders."
"The messenger must have gotten lost," Sutton said with a strained smile.
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Arthur called for an impromptu feast that evening in her and Loki's honor. She was fidgety as she sat at the end of the high table; as apparently she one of the guests of honor. The room was arranged with tables in the shape of a 'u'. The one she occupied was raised above the others and at it sat Arthur, some of his knights and nobles on one side and Loki and her on the other. She was actually at the end of the table, next to Loki. And although that in itself was unsettling, she was mostly concerned with how she was going to handle whatever food they presented to her. It would obviously be rude to decline anything, and she was supposed to be used to these types of foods and drinks anyway.
She followed Loki's lead in proper behavior as a prayer was said a bowl of water was used for hand washing. And then came the food and drink. Arthur seemed to spare nothing in his demonstration of hospitality and wealth. There were wines and liquors which Sutton pretended to sip and plates and plates of food. There were hot soups, roasted boar, fish, candied fruits, cheese, sweet breads with butter and all of it laid out on the table in fantastic display. They would eat a course and then be entertained by some poet or dancer before diving in for another plate. Sutton made sure to only take small portions of the safest looking foods. But it didn't take her long to become swept up in the experience of being a guest at a banquet hosted by King Arthur.
There was something other worldly about it. Sutton had never particularly cared for the medieval ages, or whatever ages this counted as. It always seemed dirty and disease ridden, with odd foods and oppressed peoples. But she couldn't deny that this was the experience of a life time, and being rich and important definitely made life here more bearable.
Several historians probably would have murdered her for a chance at this; and been much more convincing in it too.
By the time the banquet came to an end, Sutton was exhausted and full beyond comfort. Her stomach had shrunk considerably during her universe hopping, and she wasn't quite used to such rich foods. A headache was dancing around the edges of her skull from music and conversation, and the fact that she'd had to take a couple drags of the drinks offered to her to stop the questioning stares from the servants pouring them.
Arthur had previously ordered that rooms be prepared for Loki and herself, and Sutton looked forward to collapsing in a bed of even a little comfort. She really looked forward to a few hours alone too, even if most of them were going to be spent unconscious.
Arthur helped escort them both to their rooms, while with an accompanying party of course. Sutton wasn't sure if that was customary or not, but he was doing it regardless. He continued to tell the story of how he'd come by Merlin and pulled Excalibur from the stone and met the Lady of the Lake. Despite being so tired, he earned a few laughs from Sutton and he seemed proud for it. Blessedly they finally arrived at the door to her room for the night and Sutton sagged and smiled as she saw it.
"Well," she turned to face Arthur again, "thank you very much for dinner tonight. It was exquisite. But if you don't mind I think I'll hit the hay now, because I'm about to fall asleep standing up."
Loki raised a brow at her bluntness but Sutton only shot him a quick bland look before giving a quick sheepish smile to Arthur.
"A woman who does not tremble after being raided by bandits and takes no time with mincing words; yours must be a strong kingdom indeed."
"Is there any other way to be?"
She was followed into the room by two chambermaids who helped her out of the dress and into a decently warm nightgown. It was absolute misery when the open air hit her skin.
Sutton would not romanticize the time she was in. Even though it was as nice of a room as one could get, it was still no Hilton suite. The room was chilled and damp despite the fire and Sutton could have sworn she saw something bury itself under the mattress. Still, she crawled into the bed and the maids turned the blanket down around her before pulling out straw mats and situating themselves on the floor. Sutton sat back up and peered down at them.
"Wait, is that where you're sleeping?"
The room was cold and the floor was hard! The maids looked startled and a bit worried as they obediently responded to her.
"Of course, your majesty. We'll be able to wake and prepare you for the day come morn'."
Sutton was pulling back the sheets and bedding before the two ladies could protest.
"That's not fair. You can't be comfortable down there."
"It's not a concern, your majesty-"
"Yes it is! Come on, this bed is big enough for all of us."
They protested again, but Sutton would have none of it. She wanted to sleep and she wouldn't be able to knowing that two people helping her would be sleeping in what she considered miserable circumstances.
"I won't get an ounce of sleep unless you do," she said. "And then no amount of coffee will be able to save my mood. Besides, it's cold and it'll be warmer if we're all up here."
They relented probably fearing insulting her more than anything else. And it did help raise the temperature to have two extra heat sources in the bed. Sutton curled into herself at one end of the bed and smiled sleepily.
"See? So much better than the floor."
She heard a quiet, happy sigh that she might not have been meant to hear.
"Indeed, your majesty. Quite so."
The next morning she was awoken much too early. Sutton couldn't exactly tell the time, but she knew that her eyes were still crusted over and heavy. She felt like death and her breath was inexcusable. If Loki refused to teleport them somewhere more modern today, she was just going to breathe in his face at any given opportunity.
She'd see how quickly he changed his mind about this game then.
The chambermaids seemed far too chipper for the hour, and friendlier than they had been last night. There was a bowl of cold water for her to rinse her face off with and then they partially ruined her bad breath plan when they offered her a linen cloth with a fresh scented paste on top. Sutton had, admittedly, at first hesitated with uncertainty of what this cloth was for, but one of the maids commented that once she was finished with her teeth they could dress her.
She hadn't known they actually cared about teeth this far in the past, but she quickly began rubbing the cloth over her teeth and decided not complain. She rather liked her teeth and would prefer to keep them if she could.
This time they dressed her in a long-sleeved gold under shirt with a dark emerald over-dress on top. The color combination was unsettling.
"Oh, I don't usually wear these colors." She tried to sound casual as she could, and one of the chambermaids started on her hair as she spoke.
"My apologies if it displeases you, majesty. But it is the only other dress in… your size. I can have the royal seamstress spok-"
"No, no. It's- it's lovely. I just don't really own dresses like this."
The maid's voice rose in what sounded like an attempt to be reassuring.
"You look lovely in it, majesty."
"Thank you."
Of course this would be the only dress that fit. Of course it would be these colors. Of course she didn't buy it as coincidence for one second.
Sutton found that breakfast wasn't exactly a normal practice for people in this time, and she tried to remind herself that she wasn't going to starve if she had to wait to eat. Instead she was brought out to rejoin her host and his other guests. At this point Sutton wasn't sure what was acceptable time period practice or fairytale allotted leeway. It was irrelevant, though, because Loki would get them out of this mess today. She would make him. It was his fault they were in it, after all.
Arthur, Lancelot, Loki and whatever other nobles this castle held were lingering about the lawn. They all appeared to be dressed ready to ride and Sutton wondered if she'd be left alone with some noble women to poorly attempt to embroidery a handkerchief.
Arthur and Lancelot both smiled when she approached and Sutton felt slightly queasy. Loki looked entirely too innocent which only confirmed her suspicions about the dress.
"Lady Guinevere, you are as radiant as a morning sunbeam."
"Your majesty." She bent her head slightly and dipped at the knees in a lazy curtsy. "I can see now that your friendly disposition is certainly not an act. No one can fake cheer so sincerely this early in the morning."
Lancelot and Arthur looked to each other in shock before bursting out into laughter.
"I take it then," said Lancelot, "that you don't find mornings agreeable."
"I find only that they are necessary."
Oh crap. She was doing it again, mimicking speech patterns. Dang it, this happened every time she read a Jane Austen novel or watched any period film. It was so embarrassing.
"I daresay we should take her with us for the morning ride." Lancelot accepted the reins for the horse that a servant had brought out. The others were given horses as well and Sutton was glad to see that Loki was given a plain brown one instead of an inky black. "We'd never be lacking in amusement."
A horse was brought out for her as well, although Sutton had tried to quietly protest. It seemed rude to try and decline their company, but she'd never actually ridden a horse herself and knew she'd end up killing herself trying it. They helped her into the saddle, and she was relieved when they didn't expect her to ride side. And then the horse was trotting behind the others and Sutton was gripping the reins with white knuckles and quaking knees hidden by the folds of her dress. Loki pulled his horse up alongside hers and cooed.
"What disturbs you, Lady Guinevere? Have you not been instructed in horseback?"
Sutton tried to yank the reins so that the horse would pull to the right, and away from Loki, but she either did something wrong or the horse ignored her. She hissed in reply.
"I know that you're responsible for the dress. It's really not that funny."
"The colors suit you."
Red threatened to take over her vision because if there were ever a way to say 'kneel' without using the actual word, he'd just done it.
"Lady Guinevere!" King Arthur proved to be a distraction as he galloped back to meet her and noticed her clenched fists. "Are you uncomfortable with horseback? You look flushed."
Sutton tried to adjust the reins again but the horse continued on without a flinch.
"I'm afraid I don't have a knack for it," she said. "I'm not exactly confident in my abilities."
Sir Lancelot was quick to join them and Sutton noticed Loki frown at the crowd that had reformed.
Good, served him right.
"You should have said something, Lady Guinevere," Lancelot said. "You could have ridden more comfortably with one of us!"
Sutton recalled riding with Lancelot the day before and determined that it had, indeed, been more pleasant. Loki seemed annoyed by the turn the discussion had taken, and Sutton could only speculate that it was because she was getting much more positive attention than he'd initially anticipated. She was actually holding her own decently well and hadn't yet been sentenced to death for impersonating royalty or insulting the king. So, she decided to go with it. She sniffed daintily and tried to look sheepish.
"Well, of course, I didn't want to appear too bold. Perhaps if I had been invited…."
Arthur's grin was probably meant to be partially alluring and altogether goodnatured, and Sutton didn't stop herself from smiling back.
"Here," he said. He gently took the reins from her white-knuckled grip and added them to his own. "You can grip the horse's hair, and I will make sure he doesn't get away from you."
The situation made Sutton's horse decidedly close to Arthur's. She smiled shyly.
"Thank you; you're too kind."
Loki huffed in irritation and pulled his horse away. Sutton counted that as a small victory for her at least.
"It would seem, Lady Guinevere, that you are at least bold enough to trifle with one man while wearing the colors of another."
"Merlin!"
Sutton felt her attention snap to the argument offered up to her. Loki might usually catch her off guard, but she'd been plotting the winning phrases for this previously imaginary debate since they'd slipped the dress on her.
"I feel sorry for you that you come from a place where manners are considered idle flattery. And if at any moment you'd like to use whatever magic you have to change the color of this dress, go ahead. While I didn't know you had a monopoly on green and gold, I'd rather avoid any confusion of the sort. Believe me, that is the last thing I want."
"You must forgive Merlin," Arthur cut in. "I believe he worries that any woman, eligible or otherwise seeks out only my station. I'm sure his intentions were pure, if not tactful."
Sutton snorted through her nose in an unladylike manner.
"I'm sure you're right. If it makes you feel any better, though, I don't have any interest in ruling your kingdom. It takes quite a lot of work, and then you have to deal with all the uprisings and those tend to be such a banquet killer."
Her sarcasm in this instance was actually understood and she was grateful for that.
"I don't believe that I've ever met a more honest woman in my life," Lancelot said. "Surely, though, as a king's daughter you can see yourself running your own household just fine."
"Well, my own house, sure. But I've found that you have to rise much to early when attempting to overthrow other kingdoms. It's just not worth it in my book; wouldn't you agree, Merlin? Trying to take over already established and stable kingdoms is just folly?"
She could see Loki cut his eyes at her and then he jerked his horse harshly around to face them.
"As it is folly to forget what god you are subject to. I bore of this game; perhaps it is time to go."
Sutton could practically feel confusion radiate from Arthur and Lancelot. Loki's abrupt mood change was decidedly un-Merlin like, and for some reason she felt embarrassment crawl up her under her skin. She pulled on the horse's hair instinctively as she flushed and glared at him.
"Don't touch me."
Loki's grew a wicked grin.
"A bit of fond attention and now you want to stay. Perhaps I should start trying to compliment you if it makes you so malleable."
Sutton lowered her head and voice in warning.
"Loki."
"Loki?"
"Lady Guinevere-"
But Sutton could already feel Loki's magic crackling in the air around them and her heart beat faster in her chest. He galloped up on his horse and Sutton clutched the horse's mane tighter.
"Don't you dare do it!"
His arm shot out and snagged her around the waist, and then they were flying off the horses, out of Camelot, and into the space between spaces.
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