So, I keep thinking about the fact that I've posted one story where Lynnéa is pregnant. I guess I was so eager to write a story like that with Loki I just couldn't wait lol. I can see how maybe it can be confusing when I'm posting stories like this where I might mention her drinking wine and stuff. All my stories are meant to be snippets of Lynnéa and Loki's life together, not necessarily a long story that follows a strict timeline. So if she's pregnant in the story I'll clearly state it in the description. But if I don't, assume she's not pregnant. So with that – happy reading!
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Lynnéa hummed as she brushed her horse, Riña. A lovely, all white mare, she had been a gift from Loki soon after starting her life in Asgard. And having needed to learn to ride a horse, Riña proved to be gentle and patient as Lynnéa became a more confident rider over time.
"There you go, beautiful girl," Lynnéa crooned as she fed Riña an apple. After she was done, she gently nudged Lynnéa for another. "It's hard to deny you when you ask so sweetly," She giggled.
She stroked Riña's snout and murmured to her when suddenly it started to rain. However downpour was a more accurate description.
Lynnéa immediately tensed, rushing to guide Riña back into her warm and cozy stall.
"Oh, goodness," She breathed to herself. Her clothes, skin and hair had gotten quite wet just from the moment it took to get inside. She continued to stroke Riña's neck. "Where did that come from?" She asked her horse.
"You really don't know?" A deep voice called.
Lynnéa whipped around to see Thor standing at the entrance of the stall, grinning victoriously. The rain stopped. She gasped. Then narrowed her eyes.
"You."
"You're not happy to see me, dear sister? I've been gone for a whole week," Thor approached her.
"I would've been! My day was going perfectly fine until you decided to douse me!"
"What's going on here?" Loki appeared, coming up to the pair. He looked confused as he took in his wife's wet clothes.
"Wait a moment," Thor declared. "You are married to my brother – mischief incarnate himself – and you're upset that you got a little wet from a trick of mine?" He demanded. "How is that fair?"
"He's never unleashed a rainstorm on me when I was going about my business," Lynnéa muttered.
"She does have a point," Loki stated, his hands touching Lynnéa's waist. He used his magic to dry her and Riña off. "I've never done anything like that," He scolded his brother.
"Thank you, darling," Lynnéa looked up at Loki. She sent a glare to Thor as she went to retrieve Riña's saddle. After a moment, she mounted her and left Loki and Thor to take Riña for a ride.
Loki had his arms crossed as Thor stood stunned.
"I do not understand what just happened."
"Brother," Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You've been in a relationship with a Midgardian woman yourself. It's a known fact that they loathe getting wet, save for very specific reasons. So they especially hate it when not expecting it," He explained impatiently.
"Oh so now you're the expert on women?" Thor pointed Mjølnir at him.
Loki only rolled his eyes, walking away.
"Well between the two of us I am the one that is married now aren't I? So I would say yes that is an area I am superior to you in." Loki called as he left the stables, leaving the returned king by himself.
Later that evening, Lynnéa was still a bit cool towards Thor as the three of them dined together.
"I apologize, sister, for my prank earlier," Thor said to her. "Would it make you happy to know that I'm leaving Asgard again?" He asked, exasperated.
Lynnéa took a sip of her wine.
"Let's tell her everything Thor, before she gets too excited," Loki warned. Lynnéa looked to her husband, curious. "He's bringing me this time."
Lynnéa's brow came together.
"Am I to be on Asgard without you?" She asked Loki. He did not miss the slight undertone of distress at the idea. It touched him that she would miss him.
"Not unless you don't wish to visit Earth," Thor stated before taking a bite of his food.
Loki smiled at the way Lynnéa practically jumped out of her chair.
"You're both going to Earth? For what reason? Do I really get to come?"
"Only if you're nice to me," Thor threatened, pointing his fork at her.
"Oh, hush brother," Loki chided, not hiding his annoyance. Though he couldn't hold back his laughter when Lynnéa stuck her tongue out at the god of thunder.
Thor sighed at themboth.
"Yes, we're going to Earth for a few days. The Avengers want our help," Thor explained.
"And I'm assuming, sweetheart, that you'd like to spend some time on Earth," Loki took her hand. "You've missed it, have you not?"
"Well yes," Lynnéa smiled. But then her face faltered. "But who will look after Asgard in your absence?"
"Are you volunteering to be queen regent, sister?"
"Thor, that's enough!" Loki's hand made a fist.
"If the task was thrust upon me, I could!" Lynnéa stood.
"Of course you could darling," Loki tried to calm the situation, but was cut off.
"-but one of the only reasons I could think of that scenario happening was if something happened to you and then to my husband. So, no, I don't have much care to think about being queen regent."
Lynnéa stormed out of the king and prince's presence for the second time that day.
"Just when I think you mature," Loki brought his hands together. "You do things like this. Keep it up and she'll never speak to you again."
"Isn't that what brothers and sisters do? Fight?"
Loki rolled his eyes as he left to join his wife in their chambers.
Lynnéa sat at her vanity, brushing her hair when the door opened then closed. She watched in the mirror as Loki strode toward her.
"Try to forgive him, darling," He stood behind her, stroking her hair. "While I'm not defending him, he never had a sister, so unfortunately he's making up for lost time by way of childlike antics. I spoke to him though," He assured her.
"Well," She sighed, toying with her brush in her hands. "If the mighty Thor needs a sister to tease then I suppose I better develop a thick skin."
"Darling, I know what thick skin you have," He chuckled. "It used to get to me, too. You should have seen us."
Lynnéa finally smiled, wanting to laugh at envisioning a young Loki and Thor.
"Do I really get to come with you?" She turned to look up at Loki. He stroked her cheek.
"Yes, ek elska. And you need not fear for Asgard. If there were any trouble Thor and I would return immediately and not have you return until it was taken care of."
Lynnéa leaned his hand, his thumb stroking her lip. So focused on their life on Asgard, she sometimes forgot that she was married to not only the prince of Asgard, but one who was now an Avenger as well. He fought them once, but he was deep under the control of Thanos. He was one of them now. And frankly, that made her proud and excited.
Loki smiled in satisfaction as Lynnéa's hands went to his pants, eager to free him of them. He undressed his top half. If his princess wanted him naked then that's what she would get.
"You're so eager for me always, sweetheart," He murmured when she moved to her knees before him. "That alone pleases me as much as your pretty mouth does," His fingers threaded through her silken hair. "Now suck my cock to the point where the only thing that exists is your tongue. And after," His fingers stroked her neck as his promising eyes bore into hers. "This god shall worship his goddess."
Loki had only a few seconds to feel joy at the look in his wife's eyes – she longed to obey and please him. And once she took him into her warm mouth, he was lost.