Royals (Loki x Reader)

Royals
(Loki x Reader)

(Author’s note: This is a oneshot.  It has nothing to do with my Loki x Reader series.)

“You cheated.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Well I’m a god and I say you did,” Loki said.  He arched one of his dark brows as if daring you to contradict him again.  You sighed and began placing the glass chess pieces back on the board.

“So I’m guessing you want another rematch?”  You asked flatly.  Loki’s expression turned thoughtful as he pondered your suggestion, but after a moment he shook his head.

“No.  I find this to be rather tedious,” he said decidedly.  He arched his back against his chair and stretched.  You rolled your eyes.  You had been playing for hours.  He was just now finding it tedious?

“No kidding…”

Loki’s emerald eyes flickered to you.  “What was that?”

“Nothing.”  You shrugged.  You usually didn’t feel like throwing yourself into the dark void that was Loki’s bad side, but you couldn’t resist the urge to challenge his former statement.  “But you’re not really a god.  A prince?  Yes.  That I can believe.  But just because your people are more advanced than…”  You paused for a moment, trying to remember the correct term.  “Midgardians,” you finally said with a bit of uncertainty in your voice, “doesn’t mean that you’re a deity.”

Loki’s lips twisted into an unexpected smirk.  He laced his fingers together and leaned across the table.

“Oh, really?”  He asked.  He flexed his fingers and a gold light mingled with blue spilled onto the chessboard.  Suddenly one of the pieces, the queen, moved off of her base, picked it up, and slammed it into the king.  The piece shattered, sending particles of glass dust spraying across the board.  You tried to suppress your amusement but ended up snorting and erupting into a fit of laughter.  Loki sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.  His smirk changed into a charming smile.

“That proves nothing,” you said with a slight grin.  Your chest was heaving as you tried to regain your breath; your sides were stinging from the strain.  You felt your face face redden as the cold skin of Loki’s hand brushed against your cheek while he attempted to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear.

“But it amused you,” he pointed out with a significant look.  You nodded.

“That it did,” you admitted with a broad smile.  Loki’s hand lingered near your jaw.  His knuckles brushed against your throat.

“You’re very pretty when you smile,” he murmured, his pale cheeks tinged with pink.  Your expression turned suddenly wary.  “Pretty”.  You really disliked that word.  It was just a step away from average.  Loki noticed the change in your demeanor and arched an eyebrow curiously.  “That was a compliment, you know.”

“Pretty is what you call a random daisy mixed in with a bed of roses,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest in a childish manner.  “If you’re going to say I’m ‘pretty’ you might as well just say, ‘well, you’re not ugly’.”

Loki chuckled slightly and shook his head, letting his gaze fall to his lap.  When he looked back up at you, his eyes were filled with adoration.  “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so frustrating before in my whole life.”

You began tapping your right index finger against your left forearm.  The prince watched you carefully, a smile still painted on his face.  He couldn’t seem to get rid of it no matter how hard he tried.  You exhaled irritably.  “And that’s a good thing?”

Loki didn’t answer.  He merely stood and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.  His index finger held your chin in place so that you didn’t flinch or move.  You rolled your eyes and sighed, your shoulders relaxing as his icy touch smoothed your ruffled feathers.  You let out an undignified snort.  “Royals…”

Fin~