Under My Skin [Loki x Reader] 1

~~~~~~Previously~~~~~~


To say you were smitten at the very sight of this elegant man, would have been a major understatement. This man before you was nothing short than a god. Quickly you gathered your senses and scattered thoughts as you addressed him. Tossing your blatant feelings to the side as you approached.


“You may address me as (y/n), I am the last royal and sole ruler of the dragún.” You sneered proudly at his snide, cocky attitude.


~~~~~~~~Present~~~~~~~

A dark smirk spread across Loki's thin lips at the mere mention of your family's heritage. Odin only knows how long he had been searching for the lost dragun's, perhaps decades, or centuries?


In all truth the young prince had lost track of time during his merciless pursuit. Yet on the eve of this day he had finally succeeded at long last.


And the icing on the cake? You were the last of their pure blooded monarchy, the end of the line. Leaving you no way to reproduce in order to save your own kind from utter extinction.


If you fail this or any day prior to birthing an heir who shared your blood, there would be no more. A fate the Asgardian could not allow. Today he would claim their princess and in turn make her his queen. Whilst adding to his army’s forces, and therefore the power that he himself controlled.


These lost creatures once would be princess would now rule at his side as his wife, his life mate. His queen. With their powers united against Asgard's golden fortress, he would truly be an unstoppable force.  


And in due time he planned on you, yourself giving birth to his heir.


Together they both would be seated highly a top the golden throne of the oldest realm know to all kind.


Asgard.


Quickly he pulled himself from his own wicked thoughts as his eyes met yours again. Slowly he stood before bowing as he properly addressed you. “Please my fair lady forgive my sudden unannounced intrusion. I meant not to startle you. I merely wished to speak with you, your highness.” Loki's memorizing voice echoed around you.


In an act of defense your two dragons opened up their jaws wide, heating a flame in the depths of their throats as they readied to attack the man before you. There was a foreboding aura around this man that they obviously didn’t trust. Instantly you raised your hand, halting their onward assault.  


This male had caught your attention, though in which way you had yet to learn. Graciously you began to step down form your decrepit throne, your elaborate dress swaying sensually around your form with each step. Even you couldn’t miss the way the young princes eyes followed the slight sway of your hips as you descended.


“Please then do, enlighten me my prince, what prey tell is of such great importance that you, an Asgardian, would invade my territory for?” You smiled softly as you stood mere inches away from him.


'After all, a man was just a man. And what man could resist the temptation of a woman of your stature?'


None.


A strange light glistened in your vibrant eyes as you stood tall and proud before the god of mischief.  The brilliancy of your true beauty shinned before him this moment as he took a mental note of the goddess that laid before his very eyes.


“Well?” You asked gently. “I'm waiting... prince of Asgard.” You cooed before beginning to close the distance between the two of you. Your warm breath raking against his cold flesh.


Loki stood still as a statue at your given advances, unsure of how to respond. If the young mischief maker wasn’t careful he would find himself lost within your intoxicating presence.