Contemptuous (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 17 - Off to Alfheim

Thor and Loki now recognising the landscape, bring you to the palace which winds around the largest tree you've seen in your life, surrounded by an immense waterfall. You walk across a wide branch, leading over the large river far below.

You finally reach the palace, walking up the pristine white marble staircase. 

State your name and your reasons for being here," a guard questions sternly, dressed in traditional lightweight armour.

"Loki, heir of Jotunheim."

"Thor, son of Odin and rightful king of Asgard."

The man looks at you expectantly.

"Uh, Y/N L/N. I think I'm from here, so that's why we've come," you respond, not entirely sure how to answer him.

"Follow me," he guides you into the palace, mainly marble interior, like the staircase.

You and the Odinsons stand in what appears to be the throne room, but there's no one on the throne. You hear footsteps, and glance in the direction they're coming from. A tall man with mahogany braids and intense deep brown eyes strides confidently over to you.

"Your highnesses," he says, bowing quickly, "General Axel."

"We request the presence of the Queen," Thor says assertively.

"I'm sorry, but the Queen passed almost a year ago." You take in a sharp breath, it's fine. You didn't even know her.

"Her cousin's coronation is next week, have you not heard?" he questions, Thor shaking his head.

"We're terribly sorry for your loss," Thor announces for the three of you.

"Are you alright?" Loki turns to you, you hate being pitied.

"Why wouldn't I be," you reply quickly.

"You say you believe to be a light elf, on what grounds," Axel begins walking down a hallway, and you follow him, the other two remaining behind you.

"I have lived on Earth for the past eight-hundred years, and I was told I was adopted, but it was unknown from where. I have heightened senses, quick reflexes and very strong instincts."

"Right, well it's definitely a reasonable conclusion. Anything else, more specific to Alfheim perhaps."

"Well, I have very clear, distinct dreams. One certain recurring one of getting swept away, by who we assume to have been Odin, on a battlefield. Something I definitely shouldn't be able to remember," you add.

"You make a compelling case, what about visions. Do you see fate, visions of possible futures?"

"No, which I know I should if I am of Alfheim. There's also something that doesn't quite fit. I'm kind of, indestructible. And I have no real magical abilities-"

"Sorry, go back to the 'indestructible' part," he stops in his path. That clearly means something.

"Well my skin is basically unbreakable, like a barrier. Bullets, arrows, daggers, even bombs, nothing gets through it," you explain, and he looks at you unsurely, pulling out his sword.

"May I?" he asks, and you nod. He goes to impale you, the harder he pushes, the blade not even make a dent. He meets your eyes again, a shocked and serious expression on his face.

"You're the heir," he begins walking again, hurrying down the hall.

"We had suspected that already. One of my dreams has a maid who refers to me a princess," you elaborate, catching back up with him.