Loki Laufeyson x Reader Chaotic Good

Chaotic Good

Request for CaitlinRainbowChick
A/N: So I found both of the requests you made, cuz you originally made one about the Goddess of Chaos and then added to it, but the two really didn’t go to together so I went with the original request.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that the kingdom would be holding a funeral ceremony for the fallen god. Of course Thor would miss him, as would Frigga were she still alive, and you missed him more than anyone. But you mused that Odin and most of the kingdom’s residents were less than upset about the trickster’s death and would celebrate rather than mourn.
Not many Asgardians trusted you much, either. You’d been Loki’s best friend before his emotions went rampant and he tried to be King. Being the Goddess of Chaos, you fit quite nicely with the God of Mischief. You’d been his best friend since you were kids, always preferring him over Thor. You practiced magic together, having some similar powers. You could both morph into other people and beings, and he could create things from thin air while you could turn invisible.
You and Thor were the most bent up about his demise, being the only two citizens that shed a single tear. Odin only attended the ceremony because it was duty as King, and flowers were seated beside him in place of the Queen. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three offered their condolences to the Crowned Prince but you could tell there was no true sorrow or remorse in their eyes. They just wanted to keep up appearances.
You receded into yourself after Loki’s death, spending most of your time in your chambers. If anyone besides Thor shared your sorrow, you’d be a bit more open to socializing. But you knew that most of the kingdom was happy he was gone, and you had no intention of playing nice with those who rejoiced in the cause of your depression.

Your mind was lost in a book when a knocking sounded on your door. “Lady (y/n,” a guard called. “The King has requested your presence immediately.”
“Thank you,” you called back before sighing. You despised Odin the most after Loki’s passing. Despite all that Loki had done, the fact that he was still Odin’s adopted son and that he died to save Thor meant nothing to the old man. You ran a brush through your hair before making your way to the throne room.
“You ask for me, my King?” you greeted with a respectful bow. You never let your emotions conflict your manners.
“Yes,” he nodded, gesturing for you to stand straight. “I had some questions for you.”
“Questions about what, my King?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.
“Loki.”
You tried to keep your expression blank and your emotions at bay while you waited for him to elaborate. “What about him?”
“What was your relationship with him?”
“We… we were friends, my King. Nothing more.” A pit formed in your stomach at your own words. How you wanted more than that from him.
“Are you certain?” Odin pressed. “Word around the kingdom was that he was rather fond of you.”
A blush stained your cheeks. “I do not know if there is truth to those rumors, Sir. As far as I know, he was a friend.”
“You may be the only friend he had in this kingdom.”
“I… I believe he thought so.”
“Tell me,” he began, “would you ever hurt him?”
“Of course not!” you replied quickly. “As I said, we were friends.”
“You are the Goddess of Chaos,” Odin countered. “Are you certain that you did not stage his death for a bit of fun?”
Anger bubbled up in your chest and it took all of your willpower to keep it down. “I could never do such a thing to my own kind,” you argued. “Loki was a friend, and I like to think I was the only one in the kingdom on his side. He’d even lost Thor as his companion. Why would I want any part in his death?”
Surprising you, Odin began to laugh. What concerned you more was that his laugh sounded suspiciously like… Loki’s?
A green sheet of magic surrounded him and his form began to shift, growing taller and leaner. The magic faded and revealed the God of Mischief himself.
“Loki?” you gasped in surprise.
“Hello darling,” (1) he grinned.
“It was you the whole time?” you asked.
“Of course,” he replied. “You didn’t think I was truly dead, did you?”
You looked down at the floor, thinking back to the past few weeks you’d spend crying in your room.
“You did…” he realized, stepping closer to you.
“Of course I did!” you yelled, stepping back. “Everyone did. We had a funeral for you! Thor and I were the only ones that cared. Do you know how hard it is to miss someone when the rest of the kingdom doesn’t care?”
“I didn’t think it would affect you so much,” he admitted softly.
“You could have given me a sign or something,” you noted, crossing your arms. “I thought you were gone for good.”
“You know now,” he offered.
“Why did you ask if I killed you?” you demanded. “How could you even think that?”
“I didn’t,” he replied. “I just wanted to see how you responded. Remember when I said that the rumor was that I was especially fond of you?”
You nodded slowly.
“That’s true. I’ve always had a soft spot for you,” he explained, pausing. “I love you, (y/n). I had to know if you felt the same before I revealed myself.”
Your arms remained cross as you tried to stay angry at him. His ego needed it.
He stepped forward, a smile on his lips. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “Be my Queen?”
You looked up at him, jaw dropping slightly in surprise. “What?”
“We’d have to keep it a secret, of course,” he sighed. “The kingdom believes I’m dead. But you could still be my Queen.”
You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. “Of course.”
He leaned forward and claimed your lips, hands resting on your hips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him close. He nibbled your lower lip, causing a gasp to escape your lips.
A loud knock came upon the large doors. “Father, I need to speak with you,” Thor’s voice stated.
Loki sighed softly, pecking your lips softly. “I will find you tonight, my Queen.”
“I look forward to it, my King,” you smiled.


(1) Loki… Crowley… same difference.