I decided to finally write a sequel to an imaginethat I wrote awhile ago. There’s been a lot of support for a second part, so I thought why not? I hope you guys like it ❤
“Don’t wander far, Your Majesty,” you said to Loki. “You’ll be eaten alive if you’re not careful.” You had brought him to one of the most dangerous places in Sakaar: one of the Grandmaster’s parties. You were surrounded by the most ruthless people in the universe, all attracted to Sakaar’s lawless culture, a culture where the greediest of backstabbers could flourish. It was your paradise, and Loki was learning to make it his. He just needed some guidance.
Loki took a seat next to you on the couch where you lounged, swirling a vibrant purple wine in your glass.
“I don’t think you give me enough credit,” he told you, frowning like an indingnant child. “I’m known for being a master of lies in Asgard. I can handle Sakaar.”
“Sakaar isn’t Asgard,” you said as you took a sip of your wine. “Here you are only a stranger whose life was spared by the grace of the Grandmaster.”
“Does royalty mean nothing here?”
“Royalty doesn’t exist here,” you told him. “You only get as far as you can lie, and darling, you don’t know the first thing about lying.”
“I beg your pardon?” Loki was angry now, but he didn’t dare lay a hand on you. He knew the Grandmaster’s wrath would be doubled if he hurt you.
“I don’t mean to discard your talents, of course,” you said, your fingers grazing his where they sat in his lap. “And I’m sure there are many, but you now live in a world where there is no such thing as truth. Do you think I got where I am with just my beauty to help me? I learned a language these people knew and I learned it fast without anyone to help me. You should consider yourself lucky that I chose you.”
“You think very highly of yourself, Lady Y/N,” the Trickster told you with a smirk. “But I see past your riddles. You’re nothing but a puppet of the Grandmaster.”
“Am I?” you asked with a cocked brow. “Or is he a puppet of mine?”
Loki was silent, somehow deeply sensing how dangerous you were. He had always been good at reading people and even better at manipulating them, but he couldn’t do that with you. He couldn’t figure you out, and even though it scared him, he couldn’t deny that it also drew him to you.
“When we met the Grandmaster told me he had a bit of magic of his own,” Loki said, aware of how you had inched closer to him so that your thighs were touching. “What is your magic?”
“I have many abilities to be proud of, but the ability to lie is magic in itself,” you told him. “There’s no need for spells or potions when the right combination of words can create an alternate reality in someone else’s mind that only you are aware of. Don’t you agree?”
Loki nodded, noticing you had never broken eye contact with him, hypnotizing him like how a snake does its prey.
“I promised you anything you wanted in all of Sakaar,” you murmured. “I think it’s time I kept that promise. What do you want, Your Majesty?”
Before Loki could stop himself, he had already given you his answer. “You.”
“Is that all, my king?”
“A kingdom.”
“This could be your kingdom if you let me show you how to take it,” you said.
“Show me.”
You smiled and gave him a gentle kiss. When you pulled away you whispered to him, “You’re going to love it here.” And he knew you were right. This was where he belonged, in the center of a world where people like him could thrive. With an equal like you at his side, he could finally become the king of a world that wanted him.
Maker's Breath 