ALL CREDIT GOES TO GHOSTQUEEN187 NOT ME SEE WARINIGN ON CHP 1
And here's the next chapter. I'm going to be honest, I'm not too confident in how this chapter turned out. But nevertheless I hope you all enjoy it.
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"Not interested," Loki told him, causing everyone to stare at him in shock. Loki wasn't stupid. As much as Loki would love to kick this boy's teeth in, he was aware that Joffrey was still the Crown Prince. Whilst Loki was confident in his ability to manipulate the King into letting it go should he hurt Joffrey, he would rather not have the Lannisters targeting him before his plans even began. However, that didn't mean he couldn't have any fun with him.
"What?" Joffrey spat, lowering his sword from Loki's throat slightly.
Loki shrugged his shoulders, smirking "as much as I would love to tumble around with you like a pair of children, I'm afraid I have more important things to do with my time, like contribute to the development of my Kingdom," Loki leaned forward to whisper in his ear "Perhaps if you spent less time suckling at your mother's breast and more time in the library you could contribute to your Kingdoms as well."
Loki leaned back, watching Joffrey begin to shake in anger, his face turning a bright red. Loki smiled pleasantly, "good day my Prince." Loki turned his back to Joffrey, keeping his eye on him as he walked towards his sisters. He watched as Arya's eyes widened "Bran watch out!" she shouted as he watched Joffrey raise his sword to swipe at him. Loki smiled. Perfect.
Immediately, Loki casually ducked under Joffre's wild swipe, positioning himself so that he was back to back with Joffrey. Joffrey growled, pivoting on his feet and raising his sword once more to strike at him. Loki briefly heard Sansa shouting at the servants around them, who must have been drawn to the commotion to go get father and the King, as he calmly stepped to the side. Joffrey stumbled slightly due to the momentum "fight back you coward!" he shouted at him raising his sword.
Loki chuckled "but my Prince! You are my guest! It would be rude of me to attack a fair maiden such as yourself!" Loki crossed his arms over his chest, smirking as he leaned in slightly to stage-whisper to him "do tell me, where did you get such a lovely dress? Did your mother loan it to you?"
Joffrey shrieked, dashing forward to strike him. Loki quickly caught the arm with the sword, lifting it slightly so that way Loki could duck under his arm as though the two of them were waltzing with one another.
"Dancing is quite similar to fighting in a way," Loki told him, dodging another swipe, "they say that if you know your way around a ballroom you can know your way around a sword," Loki took some steps back, closer to the stone wall behind him. Loki offered his hand out to Joffrey as if offering it to a fair maiden before a waltz, "tell me Joffrey, do you care to dance with me?"
"NO!" Joffrey shouted "I don't want to dance with you! Or sit here and listen to you taunt me! All I want is to have your blood on my blade and to force your sisters to lick it off! NOW STAND STILL AND DIE ALREADY!"
Joffrey charged towards him, huffing like an angry bull. Loki noticed that he was running full speed at him, probably under the assumption that he had Loki cornered to the wall. Loki scoffed. Mortals, so simple-minded.
Loki heard Sansa screaming as he calmly stepped to the side, causing Joffrey to run face-first into the stone wall. Joffrey cried out in pain as he fell to his knees beside the wall, having dropped his sword to clutch his bleeding nose.
Loki was about to throw another taunt when his eyes caught the person who was approaching them. Smirking internally, Loki stepped forward, a false concerned look on his face as he spoke, "my Prince are you alright? You hit the wall awfully hard." Perhaps he hit the wall hard enough to give the poor boy brain cells in that otherwise empty head of his.
"I'm going to gut you for that cunt!" Joffrey roared, jumping to his feet to grab his sword, before swiftly charging at him once more. Loki sighed, no brain cells indeed.
Loki stayed still as the bloody, wild-eyed Joffrey charged towards him, raising his arms to bring his sword down on his head. Loki crossed his arms over his chest, calmly watching as Joffrey reached him and prepared to strike down on him.
"STOP THIS NONSENSE IMMEDIATELY!" the loud booming voice of the King echoed through the courtyard. Loki smirked as Joffrey fearfully lowered his sword, head bowed, as King Robert waddled into the courtyard, a frantic father and Queen Cersei behind him.
Arya and Sansa immediately ran forward, practically crashing into their father's arms, both speaking rapidly as they tried to explain what happened. Loki watched his father's gaze harden slightly as he glanced at the Prince, who was avoiding his father's eye, before turning his gaze to him.
Loki made his expression as innocent as possible, as his father approached him with a concerned expression. "Are you alright Bran?" he asked softly, gently patting him on the shoulder. Loki nodded and went to reply but was cut off by the Queen.
"Why are you asking him if he's alright, just look what he's done to poor Joffrey, his nose might be broken because of him!" she snapped, wrapping her arms around her son. Joffrey sent him an arrogant smirk, clearly thinking this altercation would go his way and that he would get away with this unpunished like he usually did. If that is what he believed was going to happen, he was gravely mistaken.
Father narrowed his eyes at Cercei, standing in front of him slightly, "the only person here who caused him to hurt his nose is himself after he attacked my son who raised no weapon to defend himself if what the servant told us is correct," he said cooly, staring her down.
"Yes, your servants, who may as well be lying to protect the son of their Lord from receiving punishment for his crimes of attacking their crown Prince!" Cercei snapped. The King looked between his best friend and his wife tiredly before turning to face him.
"You boy! Tell what happened here at once!"
Loki nodded stepping forward. "I was in the courtyard with my sisters Arya and Sansa. I was teaching Arya a few maneuvers with the sword so she may defend herself."
"Why would you teach her that? She's a girl," the King interjected. Loki internally smirked, seeing an opportunity to sway the King more towards his side.
"My sister Arya is a lot like our late Aunt Lyanna from what we've heard, it is very hard to stop her from doing whatever she wants to do."
Loki watched as both the Queen and his father gave him a sharp look as a strange look appeared in the King's eye. Good, if Loki could remind him of his love of the Starks he may have a better chance of convincing him of his innocence.
Loki continued "The Prince then walked into the courtyard and started to taunt us, calling us savages, Arya got offended and the Prince threatened to gut her. I tried to de-escalate the situation when the Prince challenged me to a duel. I declined as I did not wish to start a fight with the crowned Prince when he attacked me from behind. I tried to persuade him to not attack me, dodging his blows wherever I could, when eventually he backed me into the wall. Desperate not to be sliced I stepped to the side as he charged me causing him to hit his head on the wall"
Loki bowed his head to his father "I apologize if my cowardly actions of not fighting back disappoint you, father."
His father's eyes softened completely as he patted his shoulder once more, "I'm not disappointed, you did the honorable thing by not fighting back," he said softly.
Loki watched as the King glanced between the two of them. His father had a reputation of being an honorable and honest man, so Loki had done his best to portray himself in a similar manner to so that way the King would see 'similarities' between father and son.
"He's lying father!" Joffrey shouted from his mother's arms "he started the fight! He kept taunting me, calling me all sorts of names!"
"BE SILENT BOY!" the King shouted causing Joffrey to shrink "do you really think the son of Ned could be capable of lying? The man can't lie to save his life!" Loki watched curiously as his father shuffled on his feet at what the King had said, not looking him in the eyes. What on earth was his father hiding?
The King's eyes softened as he looked at his father, who met his gaze once more "I'm sorry for what my boy did to yours Ned, I'll see to it that he be swiftly punished for this," he turned to face Joffrey, glaring down at him "you and me are going to have words about this later boy! Honestly attacking the son of Ned in his own castle! I sometimes wonder how you came to be of my blood boy." Loki wondered if the King had any idea how right he was.
Cercei's face was sour "so your telling me you are taking the side of these Northern savages over your own son!" she sneered as the King's face turned a dark purple "you call yourself his father!"
"KNOW YOUR PLACE WOMAN!" the King roared at her. Rather than shrink back, Cercei's posture remained straight "shouldn't you at least punish him as well?"
"For what?" the King asked, "Not letting our son gut him?"
Before Cercei could reply Loki cut in "She's right your Grace, I'd feel terribly guilty if only the Prince received punishment." Cersei snapped her head to look at him and glared as the King laughed.
"What'd I tell you, just like Ned! No lad you didn't do anything wrong, I see no reason why you should be punished as well, Ned! Take your son out for a drink or something, Seven Hells knows the boy probably needs it after putting up with my son's behavior."
The King then proceeded to roughly grab Joffrey by the arm, dragging him out of the courtyard as a shouting Cersei followed after them. Loki smirked slightly. Whilst that didn't go as well as he hoped in terms of not making an enemy of the Lannisters, he did at least fulfill the first part of his plan to prevent Joffrey and Sansa from being engaged.
Loki knew that whilst their father was a loyal friend to the King, he would go against him if it meant the safety of his family. This incident painted clearly what kind of individual Joffrey was and Loki doubted his father would consider Joffrey a match for anyone, let alone his eldest daughter. Of course, there were still many steps to take to ensure the engagement did not take place, but those would come much later.
"Are you alright?" Sansa asked him softly, causing him to turn to her.
"I'm fine, thank you," he said offering her a slight smile "just a bit shaken," he lied.
Arya bounded towards him, grinning "It didn't seem like it, you didn't pick up your sword once yet you completely mopped the floor with him!"
Their father chucked, causing Arya to jump slightly as she gave him a sheepish look, "I'm sure you did Bran," he said softly "however, I'd rather not have a repeat of this altercation happening, I thought your mother asked you to stay out of trouble?"
Loki chuckled before putting an innocent expression on "It's rather hard to stay out of trouble when it finds you rather than the other way around."
His father smiled before putting his arm around all of them, "come on you lot, we best get prepared for the feast tonight,"
"After everything that just happened I get the feeling it's going to be really interesting," Arya commented causing them all to laugh.
Loki straightened his green and black tunic, slicking his dark hair back as he made his way to the entrance of the Great Hall. To be honest, Loki would much rather be up in his chambers, carefully plotting his next moves upon reaching King's Landing. Loki was also curious about finding out what exactly his father was hiding. Whatever it was, it had to be rather serious if his father of all people was hiding it.
But alas, his mother would throw a fit should he not show up. Even Jon was being forced to attend, and he, whilst legitimized, was still a bastard.
Upon reaching the entrance, Loki was immediately greeted by his siblings. "Heard what happened today with the Prince," Robb softly whispered to him so as not to alert the sour-faced Joffrey who was being forced to escort Sansa. Sansa's face was pretty sour too, refusing to make eye contact with him.
"What do you think?" he whispered back just as soft, letting his eyes trail over the other two Lannister children. The girl, Myrcella was slightly taller than Sansa, with long golden hair like her mother and green eyes. She was wearing a light pink dress and was looking at her feet refusing to make eye contact with any of them. The boy was smaller, with short blond hair similar to Joffrey and was wearing a blue and white tunic and brown trousers. He was shyly talking with Arya, who had started to shuffle from standing still for too long.
Robb leaned theatrically close as he whispered: "I think I wish I was there to see it for myself."
Loki was about to reply when the doors to the Great Hall swung open. Robb immediately returned to his place by Myrcella's side as Joffrey, Robb, and Tommen escorted their partners inside. Bran, Jon, and Rickon did not have a partner and therefore were free to simply take their seats within the room.
Tyrion upon seeing him, lifted his goblet at him causing Loki to nod back before seating himself at the table in front of him. Loki was quickly joined by Sansa and her friend Jeyne Poole, who were both discussing Sansa's most recent letter from Willas.
Loki rolled his eyes before grabbing a piece of bread off the table, taking an unceremonial bite out of it. Loki could feel Prince Joffrey, who had a rather purple eye and bruised and swollen nose, glaring daggers into his back from his seat at the high table. This was going to be a long night indeed.
Loki glanced at Tyrion once more, who was far too in his cups to hold an intellectual conversation. Pity, that could have brought him some enjoyment. Loki watched Jon, Theon and Robb engage in what looked to be a very entertaining conversation if what all their laughter insinuates was true. Loki huffed, he knew he should have sat with them before the feast started.
Loki placed his chin in his palm, a bored expression appearing on his face as he watched the King grope the woman in his arms, whilst his mother and the Queen cringed. Loki was tempted to use his magic to have the King fall out of his chair, that might help him fight his boredom,
Loki made a quiet hand gesture under the table, his hands glowed a dim green as the King's chair was somehow pulled out from under him. Sputtering, as he crashed to the ground, the woman on his lap joining him.
Loki hid a snicker behind his hand, as the King started order people to help him up, his body rocking frantically on the ground similar to a turtle who had been knocked onto his shell. Loki could see Cercei and Jaime share amused looks with a hint of longing. Honestly how nobody saw the relationship between the two of them continued to baffle Loki.
Loki's view was suddenly blocked by a light pink dress. Loki glanced up to face Princess Myrcella, who was smiling nervously at him. Loki raised a brow at her "how may I assist you, Princess?"
Myrcella fiddled with her fingers, not meeting his gaze, "I wished to talk with you, is it alright if I sit?" she said, motioning to the seat across from him.
Loki gave her a pleasant smile, "Not at all Princess, please sit," he said, motioning with his hand towards the seat. Myrcella sends him a small smile, before taking a seat in front of him. Loki's lip twitched up into a small smirk as he watched Cercei glare at him. Good.
"What did you wish to talk with me about Princess?" Loki asked, taking a sip of his goblet. The mead was slightly bitter, but nothing he couldn't handle.
"It's about my brother, Joffrey," she said softly. Loki gave her an amused look. She probably was expecting him to apologize for his actions like the other Lannisters.
Loki straightened his posture "Is this about what happened this morning?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
She nodded, "yes, you see my brother Tommen and I heard the commotion and saw what happened between the two of you," she said quietly "I just wanted to apologize to you for my brother's actions, as well as my mother's when she found out what happened."
Both Loki's eyebrow shot up, practically trying to escape from his forehead. That was… surprising to say the least. That was the last thing he would have expected from a Lannister.
Loki gave her a slightly calculating look, before shifting his gaze between her, Tommen and Cercei. Loki noticed that the Queen's protective glare did not carry as much heat as it did when she was staring at him this morning after he 'hurt' Joffrey.
Loki smirked in realization. It seems the mother lioness had picked a favorite child from within her pride. However, by focusing all her protection and attention on one child, that would make manipulating all the other children so much easier. After all, the wolf's favorite prey is the weaker one. A lone lion cub in the wolf's den was easy picking once the mother's gaze turned away.
Loki pretended to bow his head humbly, "I thank you for your kindness, Princess," he said, grabbing her hand softly causing her to flush, "but that is unnecessary, it was my fault just as much as it was your brother's but thank you nonetheless."
Myrcella gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand slightly "your a kind man Bran," she said.
Loki smiled pleasantly at her, however, his eyes held an almost predatory glint as he took another sip of his goblet "No Princess," he said softly "I'm really not."
And that's another chapter all done! I really hope you enjoyed it, as I said above that I was not sure if this turned out as good as I hoped. I hope this was not boring, as it was more Loki talking himself around people rather then your typical action. I promise, next chapter things are going to get REALLY interesting. Chow for now!
