It Is You

Summary: Loki and Vör have always been close to one another despite she is a goddess raised among the common class. What happens when the two Aesir begin to feel more than just friendship for one another and go at lengths to hide it from the other?

Rating: M for adult situations, language and later chapters.

Genre: Romance/Drama/Adventure.

Author's Note: Took up a kink from lokikinks tumblr and have been meaning to get this up for ages for the poor lovely who requested it. It is multi-chaptered and I wrote this chapter in a record breaking two hours! Go me! Quickest but best first chapter I've ever managed to slug out.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Thor or anything else recognized. Includes original ideas, retold mythology and comic/movie marvel verse. Loki does not belong to me, nor do any other Norse Mythology or Marvel Universe characters. All original characters within this fanfiction- they do. No profit is made from this fanfiction, it is for practice and entertain value only. I only own the characterization of some of them.

Chapter One

They had always been as thick as thieves. From the time when he'd caught her playing a prank on his brother, they had been truly inseparable. If one was sick, the other would sit by their bed until they were better. They gathered many a broken bones and scraps in their childhood from all their mischievous deeds; from the cutting of Sif's hair to the time when they'd let loose the All-Father's prized steed and even playing a trick or three on the Valkyrie maidens.

Loki, prince of Asgard, son of the All-Mother, god of lies and mischief and Vör, the lesser goddess of contracts, faith and wisdom couldn't have been more different and yet so close to the other. They were of different stations but that did not stop the young prince from keeping his only true friend close to his side whenever possible.

We begin our tale on a warm, spring evening during a great feast to welcome back the return of those who were taking prisoner during the attack of dark elves.

Loki had always disliked the things; feasts, that is. He found them to be nothing but a place for the more showboating of their kind to act better than they were. And it was for those very reasons that he always tried avoiding them. He would make an appearance at the beginning and then slink away for most of it. It was the one place in which he was unable to bring Vör and therefore he had no one of particular interest to speak with.

Why she was not allowed to attend the feasts had always eluded him but his father had expressly forbidden him to ask why anymore.

Was it because she was not of noble blood like the rest of them? Because she had been raised among the lower classes? Vör was special in herself for she possessed the abilities of a god but had not been raised among them. No, she had learned what it was like to live among the people and listen and work. Loki had always admired her for that fact. She was powerful and yet humble about it all, preferring to live with the couple who had raised her.

As he sat on the balcony railing, Loki sighed and ran a hand down his face wearily before looking out over the metropolis that was Asgard; the golden city.

He would have preferred her company to that of the goddess Freya who spoke of nothing but herself. She was withering, quite quickly actually onto Loki's list of people he wished not to deal with.

Thinking back to Vör, he felt his stomach clench as he remembered how Odin had told him that she was not worthy of his loyalty and he should find another, more "appropriate" maiden to spend his time with.

Loki wanted to snort, again, at the idea of spending his time with a maiden who was appropriate. That was not what he wanted, not who he was. If it were not for Vör's friendship he would be stuck tagging along with Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three and he preferred his time among the common people more than his days spent being forced to quite literally eat dirt at the hands of Volstagg and Sif.

"Is everything alright, my lord?"

He startled, having been so lost in thought that he had not heard the person approach behind him. Glancing round, he found the lady Sigyn before him; head angled to the side and gazing at him curiously.

Loki smiled. Sigyn was nice enough and not the worst of company when he needed it at the feasts but he was no fool. She had been coming to see him more often and while he did not mind her pretty face and welcoming arms at times, that was all she was; a willing bed mate.

Vör did not like her and Loki remembered with amusement how his friend had once taken to causing strife for the goddess of fidelity when she had accompanied him to the city one time. Her golden braids had been almost torn from her scalp when she had tried to get the spiders from them.

He pulled himself up from the railing and straightened out his clothing. "Of course it is, my lady. I was merely enjoying the serenity of such a lovely spring night to escape having to participate in a drinking competition with my brother and Volstagg," Loki explained as he strode towards her.

She inclined her head to him and gave him a sweet smile when he stopped before her. "You should have told me you were coming out here. I would have joined you," she said.

He chuckled. "I would have, but you looked as though you were greatly enjoying the goings on too much for even me to drag you away from it." She visibly reddened and he smirked wickedly before bowing playfully and holding out his arm. "Come lady, I believe I did promise you a dance, did I not?"

With that, she took his arm and he guided her back inside.

His hand slid across her belly. A pale, lithe frame pressed to her back as lips caressed her neck playfully, tongue and teeth occasionally joining in to leave marks over her tanned flesh. He was cold against her; his mint breath harsh in her ear as she lay there with one of her hands covering the one resting on her belly. She whimpered as his teeth dug into the skin right over her pulse and her heart pounded like a dance drum in her ears, throat and pelvis.

He whispered her name in that velvet voice.

Her eyes shot open and searched the dark suddenly as she pushed herself up from the bed. Eyes wide and heart racing, Vör stood with the blanket tight about her naked frame as she looked at the empty bed in shock.

It happened again.

That dream.

That dream involving him.

Whining in annoyance, she turned and fell back down onto the bed, tangled in the sheet. For months she had tried anything and everything to rid herself of the accursed dream but nothing worked; no herbs or spell that she was able to make would get rid of it and she had exhausted all her options tonight with that last spell which had been meant to negate any dream.

Huffing as she buried her head into her pillow, she shifted slightly as her body throbbed in response to such thoughts.

A knock startled her and she glanced round at the door. "Yes?" she inquired timidly, hoping that she had not said anything aloud in her sleep and her parents had heard it.

"Is everything alright, Vör?" It was her mother. "You sounded like you were having a bad dream."

"I'm fine, mother. I- I- It was just a nightmare," she replied and felt herself blush deeply. It had been no nightmare, an unwanted dream maybe, but not a nightmare in the least.

"Very well, dear."

She listened as her mother walked off down the hall back to her own room before she relaxed back into her bed as best as she could.

What had come over her?

She was having arousing dreams about her best friend? By the Norns, she had not even thought such a thing before that first night when she had been pounced on out of nowhere by him in her dreams. His hands and lips were always the main focus and Vör felt like throwing herself in front of Róta's spear even months on from that first dream.

If Loki ever found out, she would never be able to look him in the eye again. She was lucky his skill at lying had worn off on her for her lack of sleep had not gone unnoticed by him and she had managed to quell his curiosity by merely telling him it was just a nightmare that was plaguing her.

Since that first dream, she had begun to notice Loki in a very different light and herself for that matter. Where normally she had never worried about her appearance when it came to Loki, now she had started to fret over herself and how she came off.

Vör knew what talk had spread about her and Loki but she had chosen to ignore it, until of course, that damned dream had begun. Now every time someone mentioned it in passing and she caught wind of it, she would blush madly much to her frustration.

Sighing heavily, she wriggled further into the blanket and tried to relax. That was much easier said than it was done.

Thinking back to Loki, she wondered what he would be doing right now. There was a feast at the palace so he was probably dancing with Sigyn, making her laugh and swoon by saying something crafty and intelligent to her that she probably did not even understand but found funny because he had said it.

Vör was no fool. She knew that Loki took Sigyn to his bed. The goddess had been quite vocal and detailed about her first tryst with the prince when Vör had once been in her presence and that of her sister Nanna.

And for some reason, she was jealous of the goddess. Growling, she picked up her pillow and pulled it over her head. This was ridiculous. Loki was her friend and a prince of Asgard. He was far out of her reach and always would be.

Loki wanted to shrug her arm off his back as he lay on his stomach, facing away from her as she hummed in content. He smothered his groan of annoyance that she had chosen to stay despite his subtle attempts to make her leave.

Her breasts were pressed to his back and her leg thrown over his. Loki should have enjoyed the feel of her against him but tonight he didn't. Tonight he had just wanted to relieve his frustration and then be left alone.

Frowning as she kissed his shoulder and ran her fingers down his arm, Loki rolled his eyes as she spoke: "You are amazing, lover."

They were not lovers. Not in the sense she clearly thought they were. Bed mates, yes. Lovers to the extent where he wanted her to stay, no. Sighing, he pushed himself from the bed, dragging a black sheet with him to wrap about his waist. Loki heard her indignant huff and gave the most devilish of smiles to the wall before picking up a cup of wine from his desk.

He turned to find her tugging her dress on and felt a little relieved that she was going to take her leave now.

"Loki, what am I to you?"

That made him pause. He risked a glance at Sigyn and saw her standing there watching him. Clearing his throat and setting the cup back down, he folded his arms over his chest. "What do you think you are to me?"

The look of shock on her face made him itch to make her leave. "Well- Well, I thought we- we were, you know-"

Loki sighed and shook his head, running his hands through his bedraggled hair. "We are nothing more than bed mates, Sigyn. You are a beautiful woman but I am not looking for a wife," he admitted and saw the hurt in her eyes. "Surely, you did not think I was."

"Your mother said-" she trailed off and he felt like throwing his arms up in air at the mention of his mother in all of this.

"My mother means well in what she might say but what she thinks is very different to what I think and say on the matter of marriage, Sigyn. I am sorry if you thought this was anything more than that, I have never tried to mislead you on the matter."

She scowled suddenly. "Never tried to mislead me?" she shouted and he only just managed to duck the slipper that was thrown at his head. "You have been bringing me to your bed, charming me, wooing me and for what? Fun!"

He lifted one shoulder and nodded. That was his first mistake. The second was that he underestimated just how strong and capable the goddess of fidelity was when it came to fighting.

Loki found himself being shoved back into the desk and the younger goddess standing toe to toe with him, one of his own daggers placed to his throat. Looking between it and the Vanir born goddess, he took hold of her wrist and slowly eased the dagger away from his neck. "Sigyn, you are much younger than I and you have many suitors calling after you that would make for far better husbands than I ever could. I know this and I know you do as well, deep down," he told her softly and saw her frown before her eyes softened.

She retreated and dropped his dagger to the floor, apologising her unnecessary outburst. He held up his hand and moved towards her, retrieving the slipper she had thrown at him with his magic and handing it to her before kissing her on the cheek. "Return to your room Sigyn."

He could still see the hurt in her eyes at the dismissal and he too felt some pain at ridding himself of her company in his bed. Now he only had one other thing to take care of after Sigyn left. Seeing his mother and ending her meddling.

Frigga was awoken by her Valkyrie guard saying her son was requesting an audience with her. When she came into the main room of the quarters she shared with Odin, Frigga was surprised to find that it was Loki sitting at the table. She had not been expecting Loki of all her sons.

"Loki, my son, what has you coming to me at such an hour?" she inquired, moving to greet him only for him to cast a scornful look at her and she stopped, frowning.

"You told Sigyn I wanted her for a wife, didn't you?"

With a sigh, she eased herself into the chair opposite him, watching as he reclined back, brooding and angry. "And if I did? She is a perfectly respectable woman."

He snorted. "You have not seen Sigyn in the way I have, mother and while yes, she is a perfectly respectable woman, I am not looking for a wife. She and I have already discussed this and I will say this only once mother" he began before leaning forward and pointing a finger at her. "While I love you and would never wish to disappoint you or upset you with my decisions, I do not want a wife and you are to cease putting such ideas into the heads of naive young ladies."

Frigga bristled. "I only want what is best for you."

"Oh truly?" he asked haughtily. "Forgive me mother but last I checked you have not pushed either Thor or Baldur into a marriage and seem quite content with their habit of bedding any willing woman within range, why do you wish to treat me different to them?"

She did not answer and Loki raised one dark eyebrow as she looked away from him. "I want you married because I have already tried to sway both Thor and Baldur into making such a choice only for it to not work out. I believe that Baldur has interest in Sigyn's sister Nanna but Thor I fear will not settle so easily."

"And you think I wish to marry some woman I have little to no interest in?" he inquired, frowning.

"No. You got along well with Sigyn. I thought even if it was a marriage of convenience, that you might be treated a little higher than your brothers for such a wise decision," she told him softly.

Loki sighed heavily, leaning his head in his hands. "Mother, as much as I appreciate your gesture I do not wish to be stuck in a marriage that's love is only one-sided. If I marry, it will be to a woman who I can stand for longer than a dance at a feast or a roll between my sheets."

He glanced up, smirking wickedly in time to see his mother's wide-eyed shock at his words and chuckled as he pushed himself to his feet. "Honestly mother, you have three sons. Surely you cannot be that shy about talking of such things," he teased and saw her give him a hard look before the tiniest smile pulled at her lips.

Loki chuckled and moved around to kiss her on the cheek, murmuring a goodnight before he left.