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CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LOKI EPISODE half-dozen/FINALE!!

Title: My King
Summary: He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with yous… What if Loki, tired of running, gives into temptation.
Warnings: none (happy loki?)
Request: N/A

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

A/Due north: After that Loki finale I need some fluff!! This is just happy Loki purely because I seeing Loki like that in the finale bankrupt me! Besides the fact we didn't get King!Loki upsets me greatly. Let me know if you want a role two with the dinner and coronation <3

A/N 2: Kickoff part of this fanfic is the script of episode vi and so i don't own that (link hither https://tvshowtranscripts.ourboard.org/viewtopic.php?f=988&t=44975) ALSO obvious spoilers for Loki finale!!

Function 1: >>>YOU'RE ALREADY Hither<<
PART 2: >>>MY LOVE<<<

Loki Laufeyson~My King

"Congratulations. You had an awfully long journey to get hither. He's impressed," Miss Minutes voice rang out in the daunting entrance of the citadel.

"Who'southward impressed?"

"He Who Remains."

She says information technology as if it the most obvious matter in the world. He Who Remains. Even his championship sounded imposing, and more terrifying than the fake Fourth dimension Keepers or fifty-fifty the legions of indoctrinated TVA workers.

"And who is he?

"He created all and he controls all. At the terminate, it is only He Who Remains," her sweet Southern accent doesn't quiet align with the gravity of what she'south saying, "And he wants to offer you lot a deal. He'southward been making a few creative adjustments, and he'southward worked it out so we can reinsert both of y'all back into the Timeline in a way that won't disrupt things…"

"'Won't disrupt things'?"

"Mmm-hmm," Miss Minutes confirms, "The TVA can go on doin' its vital work and y'all can live the lives you've always wanted."

"And what have we always wanted?" Loki challenges.

Miss Minutes almost shakes her head, "Now, don't play coy with me, mister. You know how you got into this mess."

"What?"

"The Boxing of New York, silly. Yous versus those self-righteous Avengers. How would you like to win? Just not simply in that location. You tin can kill Thanos. You lot want the Infinity Gauntlet? Yours. Throne of Asgard? No problem."

Loki makes eye contact with Miss Minutes- or, well, whatever that sentient excuse for a clock was called. Her eyes seem unhinged, and however Loki couldn't seem to look abroad. The demi god then looks to the side and glances at Sylvie. She is so steadfast: she knows Miss Minutes is lying. Her words are empty promises, and the reality she offers will plough to dust every bit soon as Loki reaches out for information technology. And, all the same, he can't help but want to reach out for it.

"How? How can you do that? I thought I broke the time line- I thought… I tin can't got dorsum to that time line," Loki questions, trying to hide his feelings behind questions.

"Silly, you wouldn't be going to your time line; you'd be going to a new one. One where you lot win. You could have all your hearts desired-"

"-She's lying!" Sylvie yelled, "We don't have fourth dimension for this!"

"Yous could see Y/N again…" Miss Minutes stokes the burn with an offering she knows Loki tin can't refuse.

"Who?" Sylvie demands, looking from Loki to Miss Minutes.

"They're gone," Loki refutes, his guilt and anger edifice, "I… They're gone! You're lying!"

"I'chiliad not… Let me show yous-"

~~~

Loki'south eyes fluttered opened slowly. He felt gentle kisses being placed on his face, first starting with his brow, and then downwardly to his oral fissure. The sensation of a sudden left him but before he could be kissed upon the lips. Loki's eyes were now fully open up, and the first thing he recognised was your confront smiling downwardly to him. His eyes widened in shock, not fully empathise what was happening. You titled your caput to the side in confusion, expecting your lover to enhance his head to yours and meet your lips every bit he usually did upon waking.

"Y/North?" Loki whispers your name in such stupor you tin can barely hear him.

"Were yous expecting anyone else in your bed?" yous tease, leaning back on the headboard of the bed, deciding it was as well late to be kissed back past Loki.

"North-no…"

Loki couldn't process what was happening to him. He was in his own wear. He was in Asgard. He was with you. How? Moments agone he was… He was with Miss Minutes. Everything clicked into place. This is what he was promised; his reality was beingness rewritten. Loki was getting everything he wanted: everything he deserved.

"Sorry, my dearest, I just had a really bad dream," Loki nervously tries to explain his demeanour.

Yous glance back over to him, leaning on your side so you could trace soothing patterns beyond his chest. With a seductive await, you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. Loki made centre contact with you, and found himself hypnotically entranced with you.

"Maybe I tin can make that become away, my King?" you all but purr, not realising the severity of the internal crisis Loki was experiencing.

"My Male monarch?" Loki murmured.

"That's what you lot are," you reply simply, before correcting yourself, "Or, well, what you will be- but that'due south a thing of semantics."

"Pardon?"

"Your coronation later? The event we've been planning for months? The dream you've had since we were children?" y'all say concerned by his defoliation, "That dream must've been really bad if you're interim like this… Loki are you okay?"

Loki'southward mine was reeling. If this was an illusion, this was a very realistic one. Y'all felt so existent. The softness of your touch, the warmth of your body against his, the melody of your vocalization… And, if this truly was an alternating reality… The shame he felt for staying, for assertive the trick, was disappearing by the moment. Loki was brought back from his thoughts past your manus upon his upper arm. Your paw slid up until your fingers were at his chin. You lot brought his gaze to run across yous, angling his chin towards his confront.

"Y-yes, I'k fine… I'1000 just… The dream felt so real," Loki confessed.

You traced your thumb over his bottom lip, and you accept a minor smile ghosts over your face.

"Probably merely fretfulness for later," you reassure him, placing a kiss on his paw before shuffling towards the edge of the bed, "This is the biggest day of your life, after all. You are finally getting what you deserve, my love."

Y'all identify your anxiety swiftly on the ground, and rise fully from the bed. The absurd air hits your skin, and goose bumps immediately cover your skin. Your feet pad beyond the room to your vast wardrobe. You grab your dressing robe from off of the folding screen room divider placed side by side to the luxurious clothing collection. The silk fabric is a welcomed sensation against you. Y'all tightly tie the ribbon in a bow, securing the robe around your waist.

"Where are you going?" Loki asks, watching you from the bed as you lot browse over your wardrobe, occasionally pulling out dresses.

"I'm getting ready for the pre coronation dinner after- with Thor," yous prompt him.

"Thor?" Loki questioned equally casually every bit he could.

You turn to him with a puzzled expression, "Don't tell me you've forgotten virtually your blood brother."

"No, no, of course not… I just-"

"-You lot forgot about the dinner?" you fill in the blanks, "I know Thor isn't your first choice of visitor, only Thor has returned from Earth then we can have dinner with your parents."

Loki purses his lips, manifestly in deep thought. Thor. In truth, he had been so wrapped upwardly in the vision of yous, he had not allow his mind wander to what else this reality would concur. Just, that temptress had promised him everything he ever wanted. He loved his brother, he loved his mother, he loved his male parent (despite the strained relationship): of course they were live and well.

"You lot're acting foreign, Loki. Are you certain yous're alright, my love?" you question, disregarding your task of picking an outfit, "I-I can rearrange the dinner! We'll see him at the coronation, anyhow! He… Thor will understand. I will explain we are as well busy preparing for the coronation-"

"-No!" Loki exclaims, "No… I want to see him. Sorry for scaring you lot, darling, I'g okay. I promise."

You walk over to his side of the bed, where he was now sabbatum up straight. You reach out for his hands, and he complies to your gesture. His easily link with your own, and your optics travel downwardly from his hands up to his confront.

"What was the dream well-nigh?" you murmur.

"I… I lost everything. I lost y'all," he confesses, "I lost yous, and it felt and so real. Everything I loved was taken from me, and I was powerless to terminate it."

"Oh Loki," you whisper, gently squeezing his hands in yours, "I'm so pitiful. I love you, I hope you know that. I'chiliad always here for you: I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"I love you too."

Loki shuffles his legs to the edge of the bed, so he is perching simply on the border. With i single movement, you lot were pulled into him. You were nestled between his legs and he rested into your chest. Softly, you lot ran your fingers through his hair. Loki listens to your eye beat, and it comforts him. You experience real. Yous feel existent. Y'all feel real. He repeats the phrase over and over in his head. This is real. He looks up at y'all, and you smile.

"Help me pick an outfit for later?" he murmurs, with a pocket-size smile.

"It would be my pleasure," you lot assure.

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