|An Inadmissible Friendship
Author: TwinkleMonkeysShineyPaperClips PM
The youngest son of Odin befriends someone that would deem unfit for a prince of Asgard. as their friendship grows, secrets are discovered. when the All-Father find out about this friendship, Loki will do anything, at any cost to keep her safe. I suck at summaries, sorry! Loki/OC. Rated T just to be safe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Loki - Chapters: 26 - Words: 72,005 - Reviews: 156 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 10-05-12 - Published: 09-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8493960
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Wow thank you all for the reviews! I was not really expecting anything for the first chapter! So here is the next chapter. There is not much happening in this one as this chapter is more or less an opening, a beginning to the relationship between Loki and his family and Loki and Nahari. So forgive that please, and I hope you enjoy. Apologies once more for and spelling mishaps they may appear, if any.
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"And your plans for today are, brother?" Thor inquired, looking over the breakfast table at his younger brother. Loki looked up, mouthful of fruit and chewed slowly, staring at Thor, staying quiet purposefully, intending on annoying his brother. "Speak brother!" spoke the god of thunder through gritted teeth, just as Loki suspected.
"I shall be spending sometime in the library this day" replied the trickster god after swallowing his food, smirking.
"Again? Loki, when are you going to climb out of your hole and spend time with me and our friends. Your presence is sorely missed brother" answered the tired golden god.
"Well I highly doubt that" Loki scoffed reaching for his goblet.
"We do miss you Loki. Why must you drown yourself in book every hour of the day? A few hours with us would do you no harm"
"Do not pester me so, Thor. If I wished to spar with you, I would make it known! You know how sparring bore's me. If I knew we would do something other than drinking ourselves completely senseless or fighting with one another until eventually one of us got hurt, then I would undoubtedly spend time with you. But we both know, Thor, that that is highly unlikely." retorted the dark haired god, rolling his eyes.
"You think little of us all sometimes, Loki" Thor sounded wounded.
"No brother, it is you all whom think little of me; demeaning my work and pleasures. If you would excuse me; I'll take my leave now. I wish not to discuss this anymore." Loki growled and stood up from the table, placing his goblet down hard on the wooden finishing. Casting a quick glance at the god of Thunder, Loki frowned and walked away.
"Brother wait! Do not walk away!" called Thor after the god of mischief, but Loki ignored him and rushed towards the great library. On reaching the large doors of the Library, a smile spread across the young prince's face and he pushed them open without effort. Gliding down the empty expanse of books, Loki breathed in the scent of pages old and new and his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm at the thought of successfully creating a dopple ganger today. Walking to the back of the library, Loki spotted the vase on the table that now held green roses, and he grinned greatly. Loki knew that green roses were not found in Asgard, so the knowledge that Nahari had most likey created such a thing for him made him smile greatly. Chuckling, Loki sat down on his chair and reached for his book. Placing it onto his lap, the dark haired god opened the front cover and was presented with a note. Picking up the beige parchment, Loki raised the note into the line of light coming from a window above him and read.
'My Lord, Prince Loki,
I wanted to thank you once more for understanding my circumstance last night, and for not reporting me, though I do not deserve such kindness from you. I hope you find the rose pleasant to the eye, and offering of thanks as that is all I can offer to a prince of Asgard being a maid and no one of higher ranking. I thought it accentuates your eyes, my lord. Such a marvellous green. I look forward to our meeting this eve, my lord. Until then, I hope you enjoy the freshly baked bread and cheese underneath the cloth on the table. I took the liberty of making it for you as I gathered that you do not venture from here often when you are engrossed in your reading, and therefore eat very little; also, there is a pitcher of fresh water and a goblet near the window, my lord.
Loki smiled and placed the letter back onto the front page of the book. Looking at the table, the god of mischief eyed a lump of cloth and reached a hand over, lifting it up. And as Nahari had said, there on a bronze plate was a freshly baked loaf of bread and a lump of cheese with a knife alongside it. Feeling rather peckish, as he had only eaten a minute amount of fruit for breakfast, Loki closed his book and settled it gently onto the floor. Reaching for the plate, Loki pulled it towards him and picked up the knife. Bringing it down on the cheese, the youngest son of Odin sliced several pieces off thinly. Placing the knife onto the plate, Loki picked up a piece of cheese and took a bite. He may not have shown it, but he did enjoy a spot of the dairies now and then. Chewing the cheese, Loki stood up and made his way over to the window that he had, the night before, tipped water over, and once more, as Nahari had said, there was the pitcher of water and a goblet; a goblet with emerald stones imbedded in it, Loki noticed. Taking one item in each hand, the god walked back over to his table and placed his goblet onto it, pouring the fresh water into it. Placing down the pitcher, Loki sighed contently and raised the goblet to his mouth, relishing in the feeling of the strangely cold liquid running down his hot throat. Standing there, enjoying the cool drink, Loki was completely oblivious to the intruding person, and deaf to the footsteps approaching him. Exhaling with satisfaction at quenching his thirst, Loki closed his eyes. A hand extended and rested suddenly on the prince's shoulder, taking him by surprise. Loki gasped and steeped forward automatically, knocking the table. The pitcher swayed unsteadily and fell to one side; water gushing out and soaking the bread, cheese and the book, causing the book to tumble to the floor. Eyes wide, Loki made to pick up the book when the figure bent down and reached for it. Loki faced the intruder with annoyed eyes, but found them instantly softening as they rested upon his mother. "You frightened me mother. There are not many people whom can sneak up on me" Said Loki.
"Oh my child, it was not my intention, forgive me. I only wished to see how my youngest was this day. I did not get a chance to speak with you over breakfast" Frigga replied, picking up the book. Opening the cover accidently, the note Nahari left floated to the ground. Eyes widening once more, Loki sprung forward and reached for it, hoping to pick it up before his mother noticed, however, she did. Blushing, Loki tucked the letter into his tunic and cleared his throat. "Who was that from, my son?" Beamed Frigga, thinking that her son had an interest finally, placing the sodden book onto the chair.
"No one mother; it's just a few notes" replied the trickster god.
"I see no ink pot or quill, my son. Do not be embarrassed if it is from a maiden" Frigga encouraged, reaching a hand out and placing it gently against Loki's cheek. Loki blushed further and looked to the floor.
"It is nothing, Mother" Answered the emerald eyed god.
"Whatever you say, my sweet" Frigga chuckled and rubbed her thumb back and forth her sons cheek a few more seconds before pulling away. "You brought lunch?" Frigga asked, eyeing the soaking bits of cheese and bread. "'Tis good to see that you ARE eating, though you may need to get something else to consume, as that is no longer edible"
"Uh, yes; I figured that I should bring something with me, knowing that I would be here for some time" said Loki. Frigga sighed and folded her arms, regarding her son's handsome face.
"You know I worry about you sometimes, my dear son. I admire wholeheartedly, your passion for learning, for knowledge and power, but my love, you need to have some fresh air now and again. Maybe it would do you well, health wise, to take up your brother's offer, and go out with them. I know you care not for sparring and the like, but it would give you a chance to see some sunlight"
"You worry unnecessary mother. I see plenty of sunlight, and have enough fresh air in my chambers from my open balcony." Loki assured the golden Queen with his famous, spectacular grin. Frigga chuckled lightly and stepped forward once more, now grabbing Loki's head in her hands and bringing it forward. Placing a warm kiss on his forehead, Frigga smiled.
"If not for your health, then do so to settle my mind?" Asked Frigga. Loki sighed in defeat, knowing he could never say no to his mother and nodded, pulling away from her grasp.
"I will, for you mother"
"That lightens my heart greatly to her. I love you, my son."
"And I you, mother"
"Now come, forget this mess, I will send a maid to tend to it. I wish for you to leave and join your brother and the others" spoke Frigga with authority. Loki nodded, complying with his mother's wishes and left the room, beside his mother. As he walked by her side, Loki thought of Nahari. Her face flashed in his mind; her magnificent locks of fiery red, her dark orbs that sparkled like the night. Since he met her last night, all he could think about was how extraordinary she was, and how she would become his apprentice. It excited him even more to know that he was doing something that was not allowed in the palace; breaking the rules. It would be shunned upon for a prince to befriend a palace servant. All their lives, Loki and Thor were encouraged to bond with the children of the nobles, the Lords and Ladies. Thor had of course, listened to his parents, but on some occasions, Loki found himself befriending the chamber servants. It was not until Frigga and Odin found out, that Loki was kept under frequent watch as to in whose company he kept. Of course, being of age, an adult now, Loki was never monitored. He had made friends with Thor's and used his free time to indulge in his books. But the rule still stood with the king; not so much the queen. So feeling the rush and exhilaration of doing something against his father's rules, Loki's heart beat fast inside at the thought of meeting with Nahari once more, this evening. Approaching Thor's chambers, Frigga kissed her son once more on the head and left him to it, retreating down the hall way.
Slumping his shoulder, his smile fading, Loki lifted his knuckles to the door and rapped them gently on the beach wood. The god of mischief heard an array of footsteps behind the door, and not another moment later is swung open, revealing Thor and his friends dressed in armour, readying themselves to leave for the sparring arena. "Brother! It is good to see you! What can I do for you?" Thor boomed from inside his room. Loki shuffled into the room and looked at the smiling faces.
"I have come to spend the afternoon with you, if you are in agreement?" Said Loki, folding his arms behind his back. Thor grinned, walking over to his brother and clapped him on the back.
"Of course brother! It would be good to have you join us!" Thor replied happily.
"Yes, I agree! It has been a long time, Loki, since we all bonded as a group!" exclaimed the jolly Volstagg. Loki groaned inwardly as the warriors broke out into conversation about their plans for the day, and then was led from the room unenthusiastically by his brother towards the sparring range outside the palace.
"Foolish Thor!" Loki spat, pushing open the library doors. Walking into the now completely dark Library, Loki seethed, wiping the sweat from his brow, looking up ahead at the empty table and chair. "Could he not see I was not ready? Now everyone thinks I am weak because of him, his need to prove himself stronger!" Loki spoke to himself once more, flopping down onto the seat, arms crossed, eyes dark, watching the Library door. Where was she? She was not here as he expected her to be. Would she let him down just as Thor had done. Feeling suddenly used, like a well-used doormat, Loki snarled and drummed his fingers on the arms of his chair.
"I am sorry for my lateness, my lord!" A voice exclaimed. Loki looked back towards the door and watched a flustered Nahari rush towards him.
"Where were you?" Loki snapped, still feeling rather angered by his brothers actions towards him this day. Sif had called his name, and Loki had turned his back on his brother, ready to reply to Sif's call. But he found out seconds after that they played a trick on him and Thor tossed his hammer, Miljonir at his back, sending him flying into the nearest wall with an almighty thud. They had laughed of course, because of catching the god of 'mischief' off guard, but did not realise how much that had hurt him. For the remainder of the afternoon, Loki had sat on the side and watched the others fight playfully, pretending to ignore their teasing and jibs, but taking them personally, like a sword in his side.
"I- I, im sorry…" Nahari breathed, finally standing in front of the clearly angered god. "… I was asked to help my father clean the palace kitchen in preparation for tomorrow's celebratory meal regarding the All-Father successfully bringing peace between us and a few rebels from Svartalfheim"
"When you are required to be someone, but none other than a prince, then you make sure to respect that and turn up punctually. What use are you to me if you are not here!" Loki growled, jumping to his feet and closed the distance between him and the fair maid.
"My apologies my prince, it will not happen again" Nahari replied, lowering her eyes to the ground.
"No, it will not." Said Loki coldly. Nahari shivered and felt her heart beat harshly in her chest as Loki grabbed her chin with his icy fingers and brought her face up level to his. Nahari noticed in a split second that the god of mischief's eyes had softened greatly, and now he held the playful expression which she encountered last night on their meeting. "Now, do you wish to learn?"
"I do, my prince" spoke the red haired maid, trying to nod her head while it was still in Loki's hands. The green prince leant forward, his nose almost touching Nahari's and grinned when he noticed her pupils dilate.
"Good" He whispered, then pulled back instantly, removing his hand from Nahari's face, and turned to face the books. "And how has you 'transfiguration' been coming along since we met last night?"
"Slowly, my lord" Nahari answered, touching her chin, where Loki's hands had previously been.
"Well, let's start with that then, shall we?" Loki spoke, pulling a book from the shelf and turning on his heels quick enough to see Nahari touch her cheek where he once hand. Smirking, Loki moved over to the chair and sat down, then pointing to the floor, Loki said "Please, sit down. I will not have you standing for this lesson"
"Thank you, my Lord" Nahari said, dropping down onto the floor. The trickster god smiled. As he moved in his seat, he felt a tickling in his pocket as whatever was inside made contact with his skin. Hovering his hand over his pocket, Loki felt the piece of paper that Nahari had left. Swallowing, feeling a strange sensation in his chest, Loki looked down at the woman now watching him from her position on the floor.
"I would have you call me Loki during these lessons. 'My prince' and 'my lord' can grow rather tiresome" retorted the prince, his eyes sparkling with something unknown.
"As you wish my- Loki. As you wish, Loki" Nahari said, allowing a smile to grace her lips. And what a beautiful smile it was.
"Alright. Shall we begin?" spoke the god of Mischief before opening the front cover of the book and eyed the woman with great intensity.