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Omegas were considered sacred on Asgard. They were the most sought-after spouse and were highly revered for their ability to complement the harsher and more violent edges in an alpha’s personality.

And because of the high respect given to them, it had been written into Asgardian Law: should they ever come seeking an alpha for comfort or help they were to be treasured, respected and looked after for as long as they remained in the alpha’s presence.

Because to be chosen by an omega was a great honour. It showed that the alpha was trusted. That they were considered someone whom could protect the omega when they felt at their most vulnerable.

As an alpha Loki was neither revered nor sought after and after centuries of inescapable awareness of the realm’s disdain for him, it had forced him to accept it as one more failing.

The Aesir rewarded the brutish, bullheaded and brainless alphas over anything he could ever be. He was slim, stealthy and a worst of all, a seidr-user. He was not an alpha any omega would need nor beta would align with.

It meant he had watched countless omegas scan the feasting hall before choosing an unattached alpha to seek protection and comfort from during their heat. Thor was, by far, the most often chosen and yearned for, but any brave warrior would suffice.

And yet, Loki had seen omegas scan a room, searching for an alpha only to find none available save him. He had seen them scrunch their nose and leave, looking elsewhere rather than choose him.

Loki could not stop being hurt by it. His instincts clawed at his chest, devastating him to know he was so utterly unworthy. The Aesir hissed it too. They murmured that he was not good enough, that he was so unwanted and could not protect or gain the devotion of anyone.

He had seen an omega choose a servant over him. The slash to his pride could have felled him had he not spent years crafting a thick shield between the actions of others and his heart. It still hurt, but he had merely projected amusement.

Loki tried his best to show how little cared. How much he appreciated being free of the clinging arms of intimacy-craving omegas.

But to be considered so lowly not even a desperate omega would consent to press against his side and gain the most basic comfort? It hurt.

He tried to pretend he was above it, but the pain lingered.

And then, to make matters worse, he met Anthony.

Anthony Howardson was the son of a lord and on the death of his father, he had gained admittance to the court. He was smart, witty, flirtatious and charming. On the first night, he'd inadvertently ended up in a debate with Loki. They'd traded harsh words and argued fiercely – and yet, despite a few people watching them warily, no one had seen the amusement and delight in both of their gazes. They'd had fun. And much to Loki’s pleasant surprise, Anthony had never once disrespected him.

He'd teased, yes, and he had not ceded his point. He’d told Loki he was wrong – but never had he acted as if Loki was not a prince. He'd remained courteous and friendly. And Loki had liked him.

But it had quickly become obvious that Anthony could charm the entirety of the court with ease. He did not need Loki’s companionship. Loki might be desperate for a sliver of pleasant interaction, but Anthony was not.

And it was why, Loki remained pleasantly surprised when Anthony continued to circle back to him. It did not matter if it was for only a few minutes or hours, Anthony would always make sure to greet Loki and have a conversation. Loki even dared to believe the man might grow to become a friend.

And yet, four months into their association, Anthony entered the feasting hall and Loki’s breath caught.

He had never cared for the man’s designation, finding it immaterial in light of the man’s intelligence and company. But not even Loki could ignore the scent exuding from the man. Anthony Howardson was an omega and he was going into heat.

He was at the feast, not for conversation or socialisation. He was there to find an alpha to assist him – and Loki so strongly wanted to be the alpha to help him.

Only, he knew with bitter, pained resignation that he never would be.

Loki’s fingers clenched tightly around his goblet and he tried to relax his shoulders and present the bland disinterest he always showed when an omega sought an alpha. Loki could already see dozens of heads swivelling to Anthony. A few alphas were separating from their friends, making it obvious that they were unattached and willing to assist.

Loki knew he would not be the only one rejected tonight, but it stung even harsher knowing that he and Anthony had been… friendly.

Anthony’s gaze was skimming the room as if looking for someone. When Loki saw his gaze flick to the royal table, Loki’s heart clenched. Bitterness and frustration making him want to storm out of the hall.

Of course he would seek Thor. As if it is not enough that he will choose another, he must choose my brother.

And what omega wouldn’t try for the most sought-after alpha of all? Loki knew it would not take long for Anthony to spot him at one of the tables. He was surprised Anthony hadn’t been drawn to the racket he’d been making discussing his latest successful hunt.

Loki’s wish to simply leave grew even stronger, but he knew that if he left now, every courtier would notice his departure. The rumours would be spiteful and relentless. He needed to remain as unaffected as always, no matter how much he felt otherwise.

His grip on his goblet was tight enough to hurt, but he forcibly relaxed it. He’d let his gaze turn from Anthony but he forced it back and was unlucky enough to catch the omega’s eyes. His breath caught and he felt an overwhelming yearning to close the distance and pull the man into his arms. He wanted to take him from the busy feasting hall to his rooms. He wanted to place him somewhere safe and protected and dote on the man until his heat had passed.

Loki knew he should look away, but he couldn’t.

And to his utter shock, Anthony didn’t drop their locked gazes either. He crossed the feasting hall with determined strides. Loki’s eyes widened. He saw people glancing at Anthony with confusion and disappointment.

Loki’s heart was pounding and he knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up. He was certain it would all prove a mistake and another alpha would be to the side and Anthony’s true goal – and yet, the man didn’t change his path.

Anthony came and stopped in front of him.

“Prince Loki,” Anthony said. “I want an alpha.”

Loki’s breath escaped in a harsh exhale. Whispers had started around them, but Loki barely heard a word that was said.

“You’re requesting me?” Loki questioned, scarcely able to believe it.

Anthony swallowed and tilted up his chin as if he was stubbornly persisting. As if something in him doubted Loki would agree.

“Yes,” he said firmly.

Loki’s hand moved, unable to do anything else but bring his fingers to brush the man’s shoulder. Anthony’s eyelashes fluttered and he swayed closer. Loki wrapped an arm around his shoulders and drew him close. He tucked Anthony firmly against his side.

He stared down at the omega with incredulity even as he whispered with fierce promise, “You have me. My protection, comfort and full access to my rooms.”

Anthony melted against him and turned his face into Loki’s jacket. Loki repressed a shiver. He also lowered his goblet. It was half full and he immediately offered it.

“Do you wish for a drink?”

Anthony turned his head, his eye peeking out. He glanced down at the golden, royal cup. He then looked back at Loki as if unsure. Loki merely shifted it closer until Anthony raised his hand and took it.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

When he took a sip, Loki felt a deep contentment. He wanted to purr, but settled instead for a very small smile. Anthony ducked his head and kept drinking. He noticed the tips of Anthony’s ears were a light pink. Loki wondered why. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. Even the most independent or solitary omega would never be judged for their actions during a heat.

“Can I procure you food?” Loki questioned. “Or do you wish to leave the feasting halls?”

Loki may have never comforted an omega, but he had read extensively on the topic when he was younger. He had wanted to be ready, to prove to any omega that he could be a perfect caregiver and provider. The information had never been utilised, but he had not forgotten a single thing. He would use every bit of knowledge now to make sure Anthony was well cared for.

Anthony had given him the honour of trusting him, of considering him worthy and Loki would live up to the expectation. He would reward Anthony for that most cherished gift. No omega on Asgard would be so pampered or protected than Anthony Howardson.

“I’d like a walk,” Anthony mumbled. He let out a heavy breath. “Everyone’s staring.”

Loki lifted his head and glared. The courtiers quickly found somewhere else to look. He could see his mother beaming from the royal table, but Loki quickly focused back on the omega in his arms.

“No one is looking now. You may do whatever you wish. If you still request a walk, you will have one.”

Anthony snorted and shifted to better see the feasting hall without fully removing his face from Loki’s tunic.

“You scared them off, didn’t you?”

“I reminded them that your actions are natural and they should not gawk at you.” Loki cleared his throat. “Additionally, it is likely your choice that is gaining their confusion, not your need for comfort.”

Anthony frowned. “What do you mean? How is picking you important?”

Loki’s breath caught and something within him froze. He felt a desperate need to grip Anthony tighter and keep him close – keep him from leaving. Because, he’d forgotten that Anthony had only been among the court for a few months.

He’d thought everyone had known, but if Anthony didn’t, if he’d somehow remained oblivious then… it could change the man’s decision.

But lying was unthinkable. He could not betray Anthony’s trust, no matter how much he feared it being snatched from him.

“Anthony,” he said. “Surely you are aware of my reputation?”

Anthony snorted. “Your reputation is well known among all the realms, Prince Loki.”

Loki swallowed, unable to respond to the tease as he normally might.

“Then surely you are wise enough to understand what else it means.”

It took a few moments but when it registered, Anthony jerked, pulling back slightly to stare at Loki with shock.

“No omega has ever…?”

He trailed off, but he didn’t seem to need a response. Loki still gave one with a small nod of agreement. Anthony blinked before, to Loki’s shock, anger flooded the omega’s gaze. He bared his teeth as if he wanted to attack something – but, he soon pulled himself under control. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

“Anthony?” Loki asked. He rubbed a hand soothingly over the man’s back. “Anthony. Calm yourself. All is well.”

Anthony gave a small growl before he abruptly pressed against Loki. He gasped as the omega all but snuggled into his side. The action was incredibly affectionate and trusting. He was all but plastered to Loki.

“Stupid halfwits,” Anthony hissed against Loki’s tunic. “What idiot is going to walk past you as an alpha?”

Loki felt a surge of pure pride and bliss. Long agonised and dejected instincts leapt at the assurance from an omega.

“Whoever might have walked past me,” Loki swore softly. “They will regret such a decision. For I swear to you Anthony, as long as your heat lasts, I will be yours to command.”

Anthony shuddered and he gripped Loki’s tunic, twisting a hand in it. Loki was overrun with an urge to kiss the man’s head but – no, that was far too familiar and out of line for any alpha who was not a spouse. He curtailed the instinct and instead brought his hand to tug gently on the strands of Anthony’s hair.

“Now, shall we have our walk? I can take us to my mother’s gardens. No one shall bother us there.”

Anthony didn’t respond verbally; he merely nodded his head. Loki waited a few moments but when the omega didn’t pull away, he glanced down at the goblet. It was empty and he gently pried it from Anthony’s hand. He relinquished it and Loki turned seeking a servant. One of them quickly appeared and he passed them the goblet.

“I would have wine brought to my mother’s gardens as well as two fresh goblets,” Loki instructed. He turned back to Anthony. “Have you eaten prior to your arrival?” The rumbling of the man’s stomach answered for him. He turned back to the servant. “I would have a selection of cheeses, slice of roast boar and assorted berries brought with the wine.”

The servant bowed before hurrying away. He turned back to Anthony to find he’d shifted his head, but instead of revealing his face, he’d somehow managed to hide it further without obstructing his view.

“Those are some of my favourite foods,” he mumbled.

“Of course they are,” Loki answered simply. “I am far from unobservant and I will hardly provide you with food not to your taste.”

Anthony’s ears pinked again, making Loki want to tilt up his face and see if the colouring was anywhere else. He didn’t, of course, because if Anthony wished to keep his face obscured, Loki would do anything possible to hide him from sight. If Anthony allowed it, Loki would happily disguise them with magic to keep Anthony from any prying eyes.

“Shall we go to the gardens?” Loki questioned softly.

Anthony nodded. He also murmured, almost too quietly for Loki to hear, “Thank you for the food.”

“Of course,” Loki said. “I, and through me, the palace and its servants will be at your disposal.”

Anthony somehow managed to duck his head even further. Loki smiled and stroked the man’s back. He was pleased Anthony did not offer any complaints. He knew that it could be hard for some omegas to accept an alpha’s sometimes overbearing protective and providing instincts, especially if there was a divide in status.

But, where seeking comfort and affection was natural for an omega, offering anything an omega could ever desire was natural for an alpha. Loki certainly planned to go above anything any alpha had previously attempted. Anthony had chosen him and Loki wished to make it obvious he was by far the superior choice for any future heats.

Whomever Anthony had sought in the past; they would be but unimpressive memories when compared to Loki’s care.

And that meant, listening and watching Anthony for any indication of what he could give the man or how he could improve.

Sliding his hand down the man’s back to better hook around his waist, Loki gently encouraged Anthony to walk. He resisted for a moment, not seeming to want to uncurl from Loki. While he was pleased by the gesture and wanted to let loose his rumble of satisfaction at being so wanted – he managed to keep it contained.

Nudging Anthony again, it finally made the man give a soft grumble but shift away. He didn’t go far, choosing instead to all but meld to Loki’s side. Loki resisted the urge to chuckle. Anthony was clearly in the earliest stages of his heat. He was not yet completely affection-drunk. When that hit, he would merely wish to bury himself in Loki’s scent and sleep.

Loki already felt a thrill of pure delight that he would be taking the omega to his rooms. He had dreamed of the day for so long. He had a large assortment of items he’d long prepared to make the environment perfect. He already longed to offer them and see which ones would be to Anthony’s taste.

But first, Anthony had requested a walk and was in need of a meal.

They quickly established an easy rhythm. Loki could sense the gaze of most of the feasting hall on his back. He could also hear the start of low murmuring. The exact nature of the conversations, he didn’t care to listen to. If they were about him, they were likely unflattering and not worth noting. If they were about Anthony and even one was unkind, they would infuriate him. He didn’t wish for anything to ruin the joy he felt tonight – nor pull him away from Anthony’s arms even if it was to exact revenge.

Once they reached the hall, they had some measure of peace.

Loki directed them to the left and deeper within the palace. The gardens were not often seen by anyone outside of the royal family or visiting Elven dignitaries. The Aesir saw little interest in a garden and even were a commoner to wish to explore them, only those who tended to the garden or were invited by Frigga or Loki were permitted entry.

Even the servant he had spoken to would know not to enter without his express permission. They would wait by one of the staircases leading inside. It allowed them complete privacy which Loki hoped would lead Anthony to relax even further.

“I hope you don’t mind leaving the feast,” Anthony mumbled.

Loki almost laughed. He hardly chose to attend the boisterous and tiresome events, but his status as a prince required far more socialising than he wished to suffer. Occasionally, his studies or duties would allow him to miss the occasional banquet, but only if he used them few and far between.

Truthfully, he had even begun to find the events less intolerable since Anthony had started attending. He could almost feel excited some days, merely hoping for another invigorating verbal spar with the man.

Of course, he had no plans to admit that to Anthony. He did not want to make the man uncomfortable. He liked the man and enjoyed his company, but it went no further. If Anthony suspected otherwise, it might inspire him to seek another alpha for comfort. There was nothing more awkward or distressing then an omega believing the alpha they sought for affection desired a deeper intimacy.

But there was nothing to make Anthony think that and he would make sure it remained so. He would also assuage Anthony of any other concerns he had.

“I assure you,” Loki said. “This was a welcome reason to leave an event which gives me little joy.”

Anthony lifted his head. It allowed Loki a glimpse of the omega’s face. It had been hidden for much of the evening. His dark eyes which normally shone with intelligence and fire were banked by the influence of his instincts. He was no less clever or perceptive, but he somehow looked softer. Loki’s own instincts wished for him to bundle the man safely in his rooms until the omega was relaxed and smiling with contentment.

“You always stay late at feasts,” Anthony pointed out. “You rarely leave before me.”

“That is usually because I am required to make a good showing.” Loki smiled faintly. “If I am forced to attend, I might use it to my benefit.”

Anthony narrowed his eyes shrewdly. “You wait for tongues to loosen from mead.”

Loki repressed the smile that wanted to form. It was rare for someone to catch the true meaning in his words. Anthony had always impressed him with that skill.

“Why, Anthony,” he teased. “What a discourteous thing to say about your prince. I am certain the idea never crossed my mind.”

Anthony snorted; he didn’t even try to hide his grin. He leaned his head back against Loki’s shoulder. Loki repressed the pleased sound that wanted to erupt from within his chest.

“Of course not, Prince Loki,” Anthony murmured. “How thoughtless of me.”

Loki’s lips pursed at the man’s words. He wasn’t concerned by their teasing banter, but something did need addressing.

“For the time that you are under my protection and care,” Loki murmered. “I would request that you drop such formalities.”

Anthony sucked in a sharp breath and his footsteps stumbled. Loki corrected them, but Anthony raised his head. The look of surprise inspired Loki to bring them to a stop.

“You want me to call you… by name?”

“Yes,” Loki smiled gently. “Surely that is not so difficult? I am certain it will also make you more comfortable. I should not be seen as your prince but your chosen alpha. A degree of familiarity is natural, especially if you shall come back to my rooms tonight.”

“Your… rooms?” Anthony whispered.

“Of course. You would prefer to be surrounded in my scent and protection, would you not?” Loki frowned. “Or I can come to your abode if you prefer. Or leave you. I can-”

“No!” Anthony interrupted hurriedly. He also swallowed before turning his head and pressing it against Loki’s chest once more. “No. I want to go to your rooms… Loki.”

A possessive thrill went through Loki, not only at hearing his name said so intimately but because of the omega’s wish to return with him. He’d always hoped and assumed as much, most omegas did desire it, but he would have been willing to concede should Anthony request differently.

“Then we shall enjoy the gardens and retire there whenever you wish,” Loki insisted.

Anthony nodded. They lapsed into another silence, but Loki saw no reason to fill it. He remained vigilant for any threat or prying eye, but mostly, he ran his gaze over the omega at his side. A part of him still found it hard to believe, but Loki knew no omega would act this way as part of a lie. Anthony meant every gesture and word.

And Loki remained awed by it.

When they reached the entrance to the gardens some minutes later, they found the servant waiting beside the stairs with a large serving platter. They bowed and rather than loosen his hold from Anthony, he used seidr to take the tray and hover it in the air. The servant jumped and couldn’t quite mask their sneer in time. Loki would have ignored it had Anthony not made a noise indicative of a growl.

He glanced down, startled, to see Anthony with narrowed eyes and slightly bared teeth. The servant looked surprised for a moment only to pink with embarrassment. They lowered their head and mumbled something Loki couldn’t catch.

He hardly cared; his concern was for Anthony. He ran a soothing hand down the man’s back.

“You’re dismissed,” Loki said curtly.

The servant all but fled, but Loki kept his gaze on the still seething omega.

“All is well, Anthony,” he murmured softly. “A nameless servant’s response shall not phase me.”

Of course, the fact it was a response that nearly all Aesir shared caused him no shortage of frustration, bitterness and anger. But he also knew that Anthony would not wish to hear such things. He would not have expected Anthony to be the kind of omega to grow protective of the alpha they were sharing their heat with, but it was not an unheard-of gesture.

Frankly, Loki was flattered by it.

“Come, let us go into the gardens,” he encouraged.

It only took a small push to Anthony’s back and they were able to reach the stairs and start descending. As they did, Loki felt the ward protecting the gardens pass over them, quickly allowing them admittance. The food followed along behind them as Loki made a direct path for a favoured spot underneath a large tree and beside a pond with an ever-trickling waterfall. He hoped the sound and tranquillity would help soothe Anthony’s lingering agitation.

“They shouldn’t treat you that way,” Anthony muttered. “They should show you more respect."

He still sounded angry, but Loki was certain he could also detect something else. He couldn’t parse what it was, and he didn’t wish to focus on it when he could be better focused on Anthony and soothing his mood.

“The Aesir do not appreciate seidr,” Loki answered. “It is the way of things. I have learnt to ignore it. The actions were not offensive to me.”

“It was a slight,” Anthony hissed. “They should appreciate the brilliance of your control.”

Loki smiled; he also felt the urge to duck his head with embarrassed pleasure. He wanted to purr. Loki had never received such praise or defences from anyone. Not even his mother was so quick to turn against others when witnessing their reactions to his craft.

The urge to kiss the top of Anthony’s head was so strong, it took everything he had to ignore it. He settled for running his hand up Anthony’s back and placing it to the man’s neck. He squeezed it gently.

“I believe I could live with a thousand servants not knowing my supposed brilliance,” he said quietly. “If it was to have you think so, Anthony. Your opinion is worth far more to me than a few unnoteworthy Aesir.”

Anthony made a small sound in the back of his throat and Loki felt another urge to bestow grateful and affectionate kisses to the man’s head. It was not a feeling he had ever had experience with; but then, nor had he cared for an omega during heat.

He decided not to think of it, choosing to concentrate on directing them the last of the way to his selected spot. When they arrived, he encouraged Anthony to sit on the grass. The man refused to let go of him and he repressed a chuckle as they slowly lowered to the ground together. The moment they were seated, Anthony was shuffling onto his side. His body was pressed against Loki’s leg and his head rested in Loki’s lap. It allowed them the most bodily contact and gave Loki a continued ability to stroke Anthony’s hair.

He was surprised Anthony had adopted it immediately. Usually, it was only when heats were much later on that omegas disregarded all sense of propriety. It made Loki frown and watch the man with some concern.

“Anthony, how many hours have you been aware of your heat?”

Anthony tensed and shifted to better hide his face. It was a testament to Loki’s concern that he could ignore the feeling of Anthony’s face and wriggling body so close to such an intimate part of him. But, it hardly crossed his mind, not when his concern and priority was Anthony.

When the omega didn’t answer, he tugged lightly on his hair and sharpened his voice, “Anthony?”

“I was forging,” Anthony muttered.

Loki frowned. “And when did you last eat?”

“Breakfast,” he mumbled.

Loki sighed softly. He stroked Anthony’s hair while bringing the plate of food closer.

“Well then, I must insist you eat this platter. You will be better for it.”

“Don’t wanna move,” he grumbled petulantly.

Loki chuckled. “I never said you had to do that.”

It took a long moment but Anthony lifted his hand and reached for the platter. Loki brought it even closer to ease the process. A part of him wanted to feed Anthony, but he knew it wouldn’t be received well.

He was a provider in the strictest sense while he helped the man through his heat, but he was not a spouse and therefore, it was not a requirement to be so doting.

No matter how much a buried and deeply primal part of him longed to.

They spent perhaps an hour in the gardens. Loki made certain Anthony ate a good portion of the food, only conceding to eat some himself when Anthony insisted. He couldn’t deny the omega anything while he cared for him.

Loki spent the time scratching his fingers through Anthony’s hair and occasionally stroking his back. He also occupied Anthony by telling stories of the many people he had tricked before hiding in the gardens. It had not been his intention, but during his remarks about the history of the garden, he had mentioned his favoured spots. Somehow, it had led to his many mischievous feats and with every laugh, smile and praise it drew from Anthony, Loki found tales falling from his lips.

He found himself admitting things no other had been able to coax from his tongue. Loki couldn’t even regret it, not when he was looking down at the flushed and delighted face of the omega in his lap.

Loki had always respected and admired Anthony. They had always gotten along well, but never had he been so loose with his guard and his stories. He supposed, the trust Anthony had shown by choosing him, made it all too easy to return the gesture.

It was only when Anthony’s eyelids started to drift closed and he seemed to be only catching half of Loki’s stories that he roused the man with a gentle shake to his arm.

“It is time to leave now, Anthony,” he said softly.

Anthony groaned. He also rolled over so his face was pressed to Loki’s stomach. He couldn’t help but give a soft laugh at the gesture. He twirled a few strands of hair in his fingers. He almost wished Anthony had longer hair with which he could braid it. He was sure the man would look quite charming with a few artful accents to his hair.

Perhaps with a thread of green among the weave.

Loki’s mouth ran dry at the thought and his hand stilled in Anthony’s hair.

Never had he wished to bestow his colours upon another. Especially not an omega.

It is just the rush of his affection. In a few days, the novelty will wear off.

Loki firmed his thoughts and focused back on the omega that was almost half-asleep in his lap.

“Anthony,” he said again. “We cannot spend the night in the garden. We need to retire to a bed.”

“Don’t wanna move,” Anthony mumbled.

Loki hesitated for a moment as a thought occurred to him. With any other, he would never consider it, but Anthony had praised his magic as well as defended it against the servant. It made him feel foolishly bold.

“I never said you had to do that,” he murmured, repeating his earlier words.

Anthony shifted and peeked open a tired eye. He was frowning but Loki lifted his hands from Anthony and let them glow green. He used more seidr than usual on the teleport, wanting the motion to be as smooth as possible for Anthony.

The garden disappeared in a glimmer of green and gold before they appeared not just in his rooms, but on his bed. It was still in disarray from the morning, as while the rest of his family preferred the servants to tidy after them, Loki had learnt from an early age to guard his privacy carefully. No servant was allowed in his quarters unless he was present. Basic maintenance was handled by his spells and wards, little things like his bedding often did not matter.

It had been a long time since any other had been this deep into his rooms.

Anthony sat up, seeming to have woken abruptly at the change in settings. Loki tensed, unable to help the reaction as the omega swivelled his head around the space. Loki’s rooms were far different from the typical Aesir, his bedroom in particular.

His bed was made from Alfheim wood as was much of his furniture. Where most Aesir decorated their beds with numerous animal pelts, he had but a single one in black. He did not feel the cold and in fact preferred it over the sometimes-suffocating heat of bedding. It was why he rarely slept with anything more than green sheets. His rooms in general had a more minimalistic décor. The bedroom contained a chest, writing desk and doors into his bathing quarters, living space and balcony. An Alfheim rug spread out from the bed’s edge depicting the Nine Realms hung safely in the branches of Yggdrasil. There was a wooden stand beside the bed which boasted a dagger and three magic tomes. The sconces in the wall had instantly kindled upon his arrival, bathing the room in soft firelight.

He hoped it was to Anthony’s liking. He also hoped the teleport had not changed Anthony’s mind about choosing him.

“This is your bedchamber?” Anthony whispered; his voice sounding unusually rough.

“Yes,” Loki answered. And before he could silence the vulnerable, insecure part of him, he questioned. “Is it acceptable?”

“Uh, um.”

Anthony’s eyes looked a little dilated and he was swaying slightly. Loki was immediately concerned.

“Anthony?” He asked sharply. “What is it?”

“Um.” Anthony licked his lips. “It’s just a…a lot.” He swallowed. “A lot of you, all at once.”

Loki grimaced. Immediately realising and becoming furious with himself.

How could I have been so careless?

“I did not think. I apologise, Anthony.” He raised his hand. “I will dampen the scent of my rooms so you-”

“No!” Anthony hurriedly interjected, his eyes wide. He even leant forward and clasped Loki’s wrist, trying to tug it down. “No, don’t. Please. I… I like it.” He ducked his head. “I like knowing I’m somewhere that’s… yours.” He pulled in a breath. “It only smells like you. It was just, a lot.”

Loki liked it too. He didn’t want to dampen his scent. He wanted it to bring Anthony comfort and mix with the omega's for the course of his heat. Still, it had been incredibly foolish of him.

“I will not make this mistake again,” Loki said fiercely. “You will tell me if it gets too much and I will act accordingly.”

Anthony shook his head. He also smiled lopsidedly. “I like it.”

To only add to his words, he laid down on the bed. He kept their bodies pressed together, but his face was buried in the bedding. Loki felt a deep contentment and a soft thrill. He wanted to press close to the omega, wrap Anthony in his arms and bury his nose in the man’s hair to better breathe in his scent.

“Good,” Loki said. His own voice had turned rougher. He quickly cleared it. “Shall I conjure you fresh clothes?”

Anthony shifted and poked open an eye. “Your clothes?”

Loki felt a bolt of yearning and possessiveness rush through him. It was a miracle he was able to slam a wall down over the feelings before any of it entered his scent. He’d spent a lifetime learning to keep others from knowing what was going on behind his blank stare. He was beyond grateful for it now.

Clearing his throat, he was able to keep his voice remarkably free from inflection. “If you wish it.”

Anthony’s face was mostly obscured, he couldn’t gauge the expression, but the omega nodded against the bedding. Loki smiled; his delight impossible to mask. He ran another hand through Anthony’s hair.

“I shall leave the room for you to change.” He climbed off the bed only to hesitate. “I have a collection of items as well, should you wish to look through them.”

Anthony raised his head, revealing a small frown.

“Items?”

Loki licked his lips. “Yes. I… wished to be prepared, should an omega wish for my company.”

Anthony’s expression did a complicated thing that Loki couldn’t fully catch. It eventually settled on something sad yet soft.

“What are they, Loki?”

Anthony pushed up until he was sitting. His hair was a little messy and while his eyes were sharper than before, it was obvious he was still foggy from the scent and affection.

Loki’s magic lacked its usual finesse as he hurried to conjure the wooden case. It was large, but easy enough to hold in his hands. He lowered it to the bed. He’d long kept it in his pocket dimension as while no one came into his rooms, he didn’t wish to have Thor find it inadvertently and both tease him for the box, but also get his scent over items Loki wanted to keep entirely neutral.

He unclasped it and turned the items for Anthony’s perusal.

Anthony’s eyes widened and he leant forward with interest. There was a variety of candles and teas each with a specific blend. They were labelled with scents they gave off and what each fragrance was meant to inspire. Much of them were for calming and comfort. He’d bought out every possible combination that was recommended for an omega in heat.

There was also a very special and expensive item he’d had crafted in Alfheim. It was a small orb that could play almost any sound known to the Nine Realms. There was a collection of songs he’d highlighted which had been pinpointed to help an omega. But there was everything from the sound of a hearth fire to the whistling of wind in the trees and even the singing of the Alfheim royal court.

He’d also included ribbons which were known to sooth overactive instincts when covering an omega’s eyes or wrists. He’d also collected vials of oil which could be used to scent the ribbons should the omega need something different than the alpha they’d chosen.

Anthony’s fingers traced the edge of the box but none of the items.

“You’ve thought of everything,” he murmured.

“I want you to be as comfortable as possible,” Loki said. “I also have additional pillows should you require more.”

Anthony’s gaze darted to the side where the pelt was at the end of the bed, almost falling on the floor. Loki noticed immediately.

“Additional bedding can be sourced as well.”

Anthony looked at him. “You don’t have any more?”

Loki hesitated. “I do not… use them often. Despite this, I can have fresh, unscented ones brought within a half hour.”

Anthony immediately shook his head. “No. Yours is fine.” He licked his lips. “Although, maybe… could you get one from my home?”

Loki repressed a shiver. The idea of their scents mingling further. It shouldn’t excite him the way it did. He should wish to smother Anthony in his scent, yes, but many alphas would be opposed to an omega’s own items coming to their rooms. It would be seen as too intimate.

But Loki wanted it. What’s more, Anthony had requested it.

“Of course,” Loki said, keeping his voice carefully level. “If you would be comfortable with me doing so, I can retrieve it while you change.”

Anthony’s gaze was back on the box, his fingers were brushing over the silken ribbons which Loki had procured in green and silver.

“Yeah, uh, if you could?” He wouldn’t meet Loki’s gaze. “The one in my room, on my bed. It’s orange and brown.”

“I will return momentarily.”

Loki followed his words with a quick use of seidr to place fresh clothes on the bedding for Anthony. They were unremarkable light brown pants, but he had not been able to resist a soft green shirt. It was one he often slept in and was loose and stretched.

Loki also stepped closer, unable to resist a parting stroke through Anthony’s hair. The omega leaned into his touch, his eyes falling closed.

“I will return presently. Take whatever you wish from the box. They are at your disposal.”

“Thank you, Loki.”

The urge to kiss Anthony again had him begin to bend down before he realised and quickly straightened. He pulled his hand back and turned away. He didn’t look at Anthony as he used magic to teleport to the man’s abode.

He had never been inside the residence, only seeing it in passing. Once, a few weeks ago, Anthony had happened to be walking out and had spotted him and waved. They’d had a brief, but enjoyable conversation before Loki had needed to continue on his way and Anthony had left for the markets. Loki had often wondered why the man maintained his home above the forge when his father, as a nobleman, had an estate in a different part of the capital.

He’d never been in a position to ask, but judging by the rumours of their strained relationship, he supposed it made sense that even after his death, Anthony preferred a place he had made his own for decades.

While Loki didn’t relish breaking in, he was surprised to find the door unlocked but the forge maintained by a ward. More shocking than that was that he was welcomed inside immediately. Loki frowned, but after a moment, dismissed it. The ward could have numerous safeguards including the acceptance of any alpha looking after Anthony during heat. Additionally, Anthony’s request might also factor into the spellwork.

It mattered little at the moment and he could always enquire about it later. What was important was getting the requested pelt without being waylaid by the scent of Anthony. It was everywhere and only made him yearn to return to the omega all the sooner. Despite that, he couldn’t help scanning the room. It was obvious Anthony had realised the situation mid forge. The fire had been banked hastily and items were thrown around the workstation.

However, Anthony had not come directly in search of an alpha. He’d changed.

Did he wish to make himself more presentable? Did he think someone would reject him if he wasn’t?

The thought sent an odd combination of feelings spiking through him. He was angry that anyone had made Anthony feel that way and he was also incredibly fond of the foolish omega for choosing personal appearance over his body’s needs.

Smiling faintly at the ludicrous man, he went in search of Anthony’s pelt.

He didn’t know the layout of Anthony’s home, but he was able to quickly locate the stairs which allowed him to reach the upper level which seemed to be where Anthony lived. Loki’s lips twitched at seeing the mess prevailing the space. A fan of chaos, he did not find the display anything but amusing. His possessions could become equally sprawled when lost in his magic.

It did however imply that, no matter how hastily he had gotten ready in the forge, disarray was still a common state for the omega.

What did surprise Loki was how diminished the scent of Anthony was in his living quarters. The forge, despite being filled with other aromas, including what must be a large amount of patrons, Anthony’s was by far the strongest.

How much time does he spend in his workstation?

Loki felt a hint of concern, especially considering the man’s earlier admission of a lack of meals. Loki would make sure to keep him well fed during his heat.

Following the path to the more prevalent scent of Anthony, he soon located the bedroom. Loki swallowed thickly as he took in the rumpled mess of Anthony’s bed. He wanted to run his hands over the material and bury his nose in the pillows. He wanted to cover it with his own scent, especially when he could still detect the faintest trace of others underneath it.

While not used for some months, this had been a place that lovers had shared with Anthony.

Loki grabbed the requested pelt with unneeded violence, he glared at the bed, irritation and possessiveness warring within him. He knew he needed to calm himself by the time he returned to Anthony. He pulled up the pelt and breathed in deeply. There was nothing but Anthony and it soothed him considerably.

Knowing the omega was waiting for him - had chosen him also calmed his frustration. He didn’t look at the bed again, turning instead to face the window overlooking the street. It was mostly empty, but he didn’t look out of it for long. Instead, he shook out and began folding the pelt. When it was complete, he let his magic scan the house, making sure it would be safe from harm or disturbance. He also added a small spell of his own to alert him should anything happen. When he finished, Loki teleported from the house and into the outer room of his chambers. He appeared near the closed door of his bed chambers.

“Anthony,” he called. “I have returned. May I enter?”

“Yeah, Loki.”

He opened the door and looked inside only for his breath to catch. Anthony’s head was just visible over the bedding and pelt. He’d wrapped it tightly around him in something of a cocoon. He’d also piled the green pillows around his head. His clothing was in a pile on the floor whereas the clothes Loki had provided were gone. The device creating sound was mimicking a crackling fire, while a candle burned on the floor beside the bedstand giving off the scent of woodsmoke, ash and even a hint of cedarwood.

It made sense that a weaponsmith might crave such fragrances. They were also vastly suited to Loki’s own tastes. But it was the sight of Anthony so entirely ensconced in his belongings and scent. It made him want to rush onto the bed and climb on top of him, plastering his body to the omega's until there was no space between them.

Barely controlling the urge, he stepped into the room slowly.

“I have your pelt,” he said, his voice softening.

Anthony’s eyes were open, but drowsy. Loki lowered the pelt, tucking it around the man. He had only half-started when Anthony’s hand darted out to grab his wrist. Loki glanced down, his heart rate picking up. Not only could he see the sleeve of his own shirt being worn by the omega, but Anthony had tied a green ribbon around his wrist.

Anthony looked so entirely his and Loki could hardly think.

“Are you coming to bed too?” Anthony questioned softly.

“Of course,” Loki answered, scarcely registering the words before he was agreeing.

Anthony smiled softly and let his wrist go. He shuffled a little to the right as if making room. Loki didn’t even bother to change manually, merely using seidr to switch into sleepwear. His formal wear he let fall to the floor beside Anthony’s. The only other thing he did was cast a small charm over the candle to keep it from catching anything alight, but allowing it to burn evenly all night.

Climbing onto the bed, Loki pulled the omega gently into his arms. He wasn’t able to touch Anthony due to the many layers around him, but he gained a fierce satisfaction from pulling a portion of Anthony’s pelt over his body while the rest brushed the warm fur of his own.

Despite knowing it was not necessary or wise, Loki couldn’t resist resting his face behind Anthony’s neck. Anthony, however, merely sighed and went boneless against him.

“Rest well, Anthony,” Loki murmured. “I shall keep you from any harm.”

Anthony sighed again and his hand shifted out of the pelt. Loki didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t for it to close around his own and hold tightly. Loki smiled against Anthony’s hair and closed his eyes.

As he was drifting off to sleep with the scent of contented omega and woodsmoke, a stray thought crossed his mind, so quickly he hardly noticed it.

I could spend a lifetime wrapped around this man.

Before he could truly realise the weight of the words, the pull of his instincts and the happiness of the moment were dragging him off to sleep.

Chapter Text

When Loki awoke, he was unusually warm, but unlike when normally faced with such a situation, he didn’t feel discomforted or keen to leave the source of heat.

Instead, he just felt… good. Like a part of himself he’d never known was lacking had finally been satisfied.

He didn’t want to open his eyes

But as much as he enjoyed it, Loki had never been able to trust a good thing. He opened them slowly, feeling bleary-eyed. He found a situation so puzzling that for a few moments, he could not comprehend it.

Then, the memories returned.

Anthony. I have an omega.

Yet, a moment later, he realised the inaccuracy. Anthony was not his omega. They were not partners. But he was the current provider. It meant his smile was hard to fight as he looked down at the sprawled form of the weaponsmith.

Anthony had not drifted far, but he had spread out. His arms and legs were stretched over the bed. He had Loki’s pelt so far up his face that his nose was buried in it. His arms were cuddling one of Loki’s pillows and he was snuffling softly.

Loki repressed a chuckle. He also carefully extracted his arms. Anthony made a small whining noise. He immediately brought a hand to the omega’s hair and scratched lightly. Anthony was instantly soothed.

When he felt the man wouldn’t wake, he pushed into a sitting position, taking care to keep their legs pressed together. He quickly noticed the sound device had switched off and the candle was near the end of its life. He flicked his fingers to have magic snuff it and made a note to purchase another one before the day was through, just in case Anthony wished for the same fragrance again.

Breathing in deeply, Loki enjoyed the mixture of their scents as well as the comforting notes of woodsmoke and cedarwood.

I could spend every day immersed in this fragrance.

It was instincts talking, Loki knew that, but for the first time in his life he had an omega to look after and protect. He had heard other alphas talk of the joy and contentment it brought them. Loki believed they were speaking too lightly.

It felt so… right having Anthony in his arms and his rooms. It was as if a piece had fallen into place. It was with some pain and regret that he realised it would be hard to let this go when Anthony’s heat passed.

Do not think of it. Prove your worth so he might choose you again for the next one.

Determined, Loki looked down at the sleeping omega while beginning a mental list for their day. He knew Anthony would likely wish to return home and take up his usual daily routine. It was common for omegas to maintain some level of normalcy. Despite that, should he wish for something different, Loki would make sure to provide.

His position as Anthony’s chosen alpha meant any duties that he might have had scheduled would be postponed. He would not be required to do anything that wasn’t assisting Anthony. For the course of the heat, Loki would be beholden to no one but the omega.

It was only because he was still watching him that Loki saw Anthony start to stir. He immediately dismissed his thoughts on their day to focus fully on Anthony. The omega stretched, wiggling his fingers and arching his back. He seemed to try and scurry further back against Loki.

This time, he could not repress his chuckle. He also scratched Anthony’s hair again. When the man’s motions found the pelt almost completely covering his face, Loki grabbed the black fur and gently tugged it down.

The position found him unintentionally leaning over Anthony, but the man only blinked blearily. He didn’t seem to mind a gesture which, to some, might be taken as too dominant.

“Good morning,” Loki greeted softly.

Anthony blinked again, seeming a little puzzled. “Loki?”

“Yes.”

Anthony uncurled his arm from the pillow and removed it from the pelt. It was the same wrist which hosted a green ribbon. It also revealed Loki’s shirt, both of which sent a shiver of possessive pleasure through him. Anthony’s hand curled around his wrist. Loki let go of the pelt and allowed Anthony to move his hand. The omega stared at it, seeming baffled.

It almost sent a frisson of worry through him, but Loki knew omegas could become disoriented during their heat. Especially if they’d slept deeply throughout the night. Loki also knew, that for that to happen, an omega had to be in a state of utter comfort, protection and happiness.

“You chose me for your heat,” Loki said calmly. “Do you remember?”

Anthony blinked a few more times. He also lifted his other hand and rubbed it over his face.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah. I remember.” He laughed a little and turned more until he was on his back. He smiled up at Loki. “I just slept really well.”

It was the confirmation Loki had needed and he couldn’t stop his smile. Anthony’s gaze locked on it. His eyes widened a little, and Loki almost felt embarrassed. It was rare for anyone to see him smile genuinely.

Clearing his throat, he looked away. He didn’t try to remove his hand from Anthony’s hold.

“What do you prefer for breakfast, Anthony?”

“Um,” he mumbled. “I don’t eat a lot. Do you have Alfheim kaffik?”

Loki was surprised. He looked back at the man with raised eyebrows.

“I have never met an Aesir who likes their bitter brew.”

Anthony lifted a shoulder. “They hooked me while I apprenticed there. I have some in my house.”

“I am certain there is some for when we have Elven guests.”

Anthony smiled. “Thank you, Loki.”

The expression and words warmed Loki all the way through. It made him want to kiss the man. He tried to shake it off and not let the affection and instincts overrule him. He glanced away again, pretending to look towards his balcony where the sun was beginning to cast a warm glow over the room.

“Your chosen drink aside, you will be eating, Anthony.” He glanced back. “You do not eat often enough.”

“I eat plenty,” Anthony protested.

“Your words in the garden would contest that,” Loki remarked. Anthony looked away almost guiltily. So, Loki continued, “If you will not choose, I will call for the servants and have my standard meal doubled and brought to us.”

Anthony looked back, seeming curious and vaguely thoughtful. Yet, there was also a strange weight to the expression, something Loki could not pinpoint.

“I suppose I can have what you normally have,” he hedged.

Loki was happy for the easy acceptance, but he did have to wonder what else Anthony’s emotions had meant. But it was gone too fast to categorise. Anthony also let his wrist go and sat up. Loki immediately missed the warmth of his touch.

Anthony rubbed a hand over his face again.

“How long until the kaffik arrives?”

“I can procure some now?”

Anthony nodded and despite wanting to remain longer in bed with the omega, Loki wouldn’t hesitate to fulfill the man’s request.

He climbed off the bed, pushing aside the small amount of bedding he’d used. When he glanced back at Anthony, the man’s expression had seemed longing, perhaps even sad but it was only for a moment.

“Are your bathing chambers through there?” Anthony asked.

The question sufficiently distracted him from puzzling the man’s expression.

“Yes,” he answered. “You may use anything within it. If you require something else, I will make sure it is brought.”

Anthony’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. The action had Loki thinking of something else he had read about omega heats. They sought comfort in all actions, including bathing. Of course, no chosen alpha was required to do so. It was very rare for such an action to take place. Omegas rarely let their guard down enough to be naked with someone whom, despite being unable to proposition the omega they attended by law, might still grow amorous towards them.

They were a creature with instincts like any other.

It was why, bathing was only ever shared between a claimed omega and their true chosen alpha.

Yet, in that moment, Loki wanted nothing more than to be asked – to be able to accept.

He turned away from the man instead, not wanting any of his wishes to show on his face. He didn’t dare let the omega catch a glimpse of what he was thinking. He would not see things ruined simply because he could not control wayward instincts.

He is your first and only omega. Of course you feel this way. It is a glimpse of something you want but have never dared imagine you could possess.

“I shall get you your kaffik. I shall be in my main rooms, call for me and I will hear you.”

There was a moment of silence before Anthony quietly said, “Thank you, Loki.”

He heard the bedding rustle but Loki didn’t dare turn to look. He hurried away and out of the room, closing the door behind him without looking back.

He did not want to risk the sight of Anthony wearing a green ribbon, his clothes and climbing from his bed. He knew it would be too much and something of what he was feeling would undoubtably show.

Walking away, he put as much distance as possible between himself and Anthony. He flicked magic at the chain attached to the bell which would call for a servant. As he waited, he ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the desires growing inside him.

He knew he had always wanted an omega, but he had not expected the extent of his yearning while around Anthony.

You must control and repress it. You must not ruin his time with you – or your chances to be his alpha again.

Loki drew in a calming breath and released it slowly. He had always had a masterful control over his instincts, he would draw on every aspect of it now. A few wayward thoughts and cravings would not best him.

Anthony had chosen him. Anthony had the potential to be his friend. He liked the man and did not want to ruin things when Anthony had placed his trust in Loki. He would make this heat the most comfortable one of Anthony’s life.

Staring with a good meal and the requested kaffik.

Loki lingered in the outer rooms after giving his request to the servant. The food would take some time to prepare but he had requested the kaffik and his tea be brought immediately. He spent the time trying to push aside his earlier thoughts and focus on how to best perform as an alpha. He had numerous ideas and plans he could implement, but he didn’t wish to instigate any of them without Anthony’s approval.

He needed to speak to the omega, but he was hesitant to return to his room. It smelt so much like them and he equally didn’t want to be tempted by the sound of Anthony bathing only a room away. His desire to pamper the man by cleaning his hair and massaging his muscles found Loki’s hands twitching.

It was both a bane and relief when it took only a few minutes for the servant to return with the drinks on a tray. She left them on a table, bowed and left hurriedly. Loki hesitated above the tray, but he soon steeled himself.

He would not fail Anthony. He was sure all alphas felt this at some point in their life. They had more experience by the time they were as old as he was; it was simply inexperience and general longing that was affecting and influencing him.

Taking the tray, he walked with determination to the bedroom. He shifted the tray to one hand and knocked on the door.

“Anthony? May I enter?”

There was a beat and the sound of material rustling. The man didn’t call through the door, instead, he pulled it open.

His hair was damp and laying flat when it was normally artistically spiked. Loki felt a surge of possession to find the man had changed back into Loki’s clothing and he still wore the green ribbon. His feet were bare which warmed Loki to see. It was a sign of trust to be so disarmed in another’s presence and rooms.

Anthony’s gaze had zeroed in on the kaffik and his hands darted out for it. He brought it to his lips and drunk deeply. Loki chuckled softly at the blatant enthusiasm. Anthony lowered it with his eyes half lidded and a content smile on his face.

“This is so much better than mine,” he said. “This is the stuff that you only get in the best Alfheim houses. Norns, I’d forgotten how good it was.”

Loki huffed another laugh. “I am pleased it is to your liking.”

Anthony had taken another sip and closed his eyes. He reopened them and his smile was soft and more like the man Loki was used to spending feasts conversing with. He had still adored the omega’s more affectionate and touch-drunk actions, but he would never wish to permanently exchange it for the charming and sharp-witted weaponsmith.

“Everything’s been great, Loki.” He flicked his gaze away, looking a little embarrassed. “You’re really good at this.”

Loki’s chest burst with pride and he ducked his head, feeling a little embarrassed himself. He wanted to fold Anthony in his arms and kiss his head. The contentment and joy those words brought were immeasurable.

“Thank you, Anthony,” he murmured.

A few seconds passed before Anthony cleared his throat. Loki looked back at him to find Anthony was staring at the wall.

“So, um. Breakfast?”

“It will arrive shortly,” Loki answered, happy to be on more even footing. “Would you prefer to eat in bed or in the living space?”

Anthony glanced at the living room, scanning the furniture before he looked over his shoulder. Loki could tell immediately what the man’s preference was. He placed a hand on the omega’s arm and gently led him back into the room.

“Come, let us rest atop the bed as we decide on today’s plans.”

Anthony went with him easily, but he glanced at Loki uncertainly. “Do you have duties to perform?”

“Of course not,” Loki said, shaking his head. “For as long as your heat lasts, I am at your disposal.”

Anthony ducked his head and focused on having another sip of his kaffik. He didn’t answer and they were soon back and sitting on the bed. Loki hovered the tray beside them as he went to work settling the pelts and pillows around the omega. Anthony smiled faintly at his fussing but allowed it without comment. He seemed to melt into the bedding and the brief touches Loki gave to better rearrange him.

When he was laying back with the coffee in his hands, Anthony asked, “Did you have a plan for today?”

“Nothing specific,” Loki admitted. “It is the first day of your heat. I thought you might have a preference.”

Anthony stared at his mug, swirling the little amount of kaffik that remained.

“If you wish to return to your forge,” Loki continued into the silence. “I can walk you there after our meal. Or if you wish to leave on your own-”

“Can I stay here?”

Anthony’s words surprised Loki. He blinked and looked at the omega beside him. Anthony shifted, seemingly self-conscious. But all Loki wanted to do was flatten his body against the omega’s and further entangle their scents.

His instincts screamed ‘yes’ and ‘mine’ and he had to forcibly wrangle them back into submission. His voice still came out rougher than intended.

“Of course.” He cleared his throat. “Yes. I-we can stay here today.”

Anthony took another mouthful of kaffik but despite hiding his expression, Loki was certain Anthony was relieved and happy at the response. Loki felt the same. As much he would enjoy spending any time with the omega, the contentment at spending time surrounded by their scents was something he had not expected to experience – at least, not until the evening.

A whole day spent together with no other company or scents. It would be close to Valhalla.

He did not get long to contemplate it before there was a knock on the door to his chambers. Loathe as he was to leave Anthony, he did not wish to bring anyone into their space. He stood from the bed. He automatically ran his fingers through Anthony’s hair and the omega leant into his touch. He smiled faintly while his other hand reached for the cup.

“I shall request they bring you another.”

Anthony’s smile was blinding as he held it out.

“You’re the best, Loki.”

A purr wanted to rumble from within Loki’s chest, but he kept it contained. Barely. He merely flashed a small smile and took the mug. He left the bedroom with his heart full of affection and happiness. He felt as if a thousand wrongs had been wiped from his past.

An omega – Anthony had called him the best. He had never been so proud or gleeful. He felt as if he was finally achieving something he had waited a lifetime to complete. For such a coveted phrase – for such a perfect omega, Loki felt willing to give Anthony the world.

I would give him my claim.

Loki flinched from the thought. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the room, his stomach having dropped to his knees. He breathed in deeply and tried to shake the thought away. It was ludicrous, he’d only spent a single day with the man. Their compatibility previously was immaterial.

Besides, he had long given up searching for an omega.

Because none of them would choose or want you.

Loki gritted his teeth and pushed the thought from his mind. He would not ruin his time with Anthony over some whimsical thoughts. Anthony had sought an alpha to care for him – not a lifelong spouse. He needed to quit thinking of Anthony in such a way.

Determined, Loki continued to his door. The servant was knocking again and he opened it abruptly. She lowered her head meekly and held out the tray. It overflowed with breakfast items. Loki’s gaze caught on the steaming mug of kaffik.

“I did not ask for this.”

“N-No Prince Loki,” she murmured. “I-I thought Lord Howardson might wish for more.”

Loki was surprised, but he appreciated the thoughtfulness. He observed her more closely, realising she was an omega. Normally, he cared little for another’s status, but his current affection and protectiveness for Anthony softened him minutely.

“Your forethought was much appreciated.”

He took the tray noting with some amusement that her cheeks seemed pink. He thought little on the matter as he nodded and stepped back into his rooms. He shut the door and returned back to his room and Anthony’s relaxed form. He was almost cocooned in the pelts and Loki grinned at the delightful sight.

Anthony perked up at the sight of food. When Loki reached the edge of the bedding he heard Anthony’s stomach rumble. He chose not to comment on it and instead rested the tray on the bed. Anthony half climbed out of the bedding, but his gaze quickly moved from the food to the fresh mug. He grabbed it and took a grateful sip.

“How did this arrive so quickly? I did not believe you could teleport this kind of item?”

Loki grinned, always delighted to talk about magic with a party whom would not sneer at him for his seidr.

“Teleporting it is not impossible. If I was to know an item was freshly made and its rough location and shape, it would be little challenge. Kaffik is rarely made however and so, would prove difficult.”

“Because it’s in a different form,” Anthony acknowledged.

“Yes,” Loki agreed, pleased by the deduction.

“So, how did it get here?”

“The servant,” Loki answered. “She had the forethought to procure it.”

Anthony paused with the mug to his lips. A strange frown crossed his face.

“You didn’t ask for it?”

“No, but I had intended to.”

Anthony swallowed. “What… what designation was she?”

Loki frowned. “I don’t see how that is relevant.”

Anthony was growing tense and his grip on the cup was tighter. “It is.”

Loki was perplexed before it suddenly clicked. He was surprised he hadn’t realised sooner, but perhaps it was because it was so unexpected and preposterous. No one was ever jealous over him. And yet, it was as plain as day. Anthony had chosen him as his alpha and the absent, inconsequential actions of another omega were threatening him.

Loki quickly closed the distance. The pelts were between them, but he pulled Anthony against his body with an arm around his shoulders. He lowered his head without thinking and pressed his lips to Anthony’s head. Instead of tensing, the omega tried to curl further against him.

“Her designation means little to me,” Loki murmured against his hair. “You are the omega who has all of my attention, Anthony Howardson. No other will shake my focus or catch my gaze.”

Anthony made a small noise Loki couldn’t quantify before burrowing even closer against him. Loki smiled and rearranged to better accommodate the snuggling omega. When it became obvious that Anthony had no plans to move, Loki used his seidr to pour his mug of tea and float the food closer.

“It’s time to eat, Anthony.”

Anthony tilted up his head and for a brief moment, Loki’s fingers twitched with the urge to feed the omega the fruit. He craved Anthony’s lips and tongue touching his fingertips as he passed the omega every sweet morsel.

But it was gone just as fast when Anthony turned away to reach for the food. Loki pulled in a subtle breath, trying to forget the images. Yet his fingers still tingled.

He focused instead on his tea and taking the first perfect sip. Although, Loki couldn’t help but notice that Anthony made sure to put down the kaffik and avoid it with stubborn determination. Loki tried not to chuckle over the almost childish behaviour.

But, despite knowing it was merely the heat talking, Loki couldn’t help but feel flattered at Anthony’s actions. Anthony was the only person who had ever chosen him and he liked being wanted. But it was not as if the omega had anything to be jealous about.

The servant hadn’t wanted to impress him, if anything, she was likely thinking of Anthony. He was not the prize in their situation; Anthony was.

It took most of their breakfast for Anthony to lose his petulant jealousy. It ended with the omega almost entirely lying on top of him and dozing softly. Loki’s hand trailed lightly over Anthony’s back, enjoying every touch of his own shirt and Anthony’s body heat.

When the omega finally roused enough to leave the bed, he went no further than Loki’s living space where he was promptly distracted by Loki’s bookshelves. What passed was an entire three hours of sharing the settee and reading. Anthony sprawled over him, resting his entire body along the length of Loki’s.

Loki adored it. He could barely concentrate on his own book. His gaze kept drifting to the omega. Anthony’s gaze was sharp and focused as he read the texts with speed. He would only stop to pepper Loki with questions about the proper usage and application of seidr. Many of his texts were highly advanced and both steps and principles far above what Anthony was familiar with.

Yet, despite the often-extensive answers he would give, Anthony never seemed bored.

Loki never felt bored. Instead, he felt thrilled. He was able to share and explain his greatest love and passion to someone who was interested in the subject. Anthony kept leaving to grab more texts and ask more questions.

By the time midday had arrived, they had spent the entire morning reading and discussing seidr. Loki could not have imagined a better way to pass his day. Yet, despite being more than willing to devote more hours to it, he could tell Anthony was getting restless.

The omega was fidgeting and his consistent turning of pages had slowed until he was merely fiddling with the corner of the book. Loki’s own reading was disrupted as he looked down at the man lying on him. He’d often lowered his hand to Anthony’s hair, playing with the strands and tugging gently.

He did so again while questioning, “What bothers you, Anthony?”

“Nothing,” Anthony answered immediately.

Loki’s lips twitched. “You should know better than to lie to the Liesmith.”

Anthony snorted. “Your moniker is not a suitable warning.”

“Oh?” Loki asked. “Is it not? And here I thought the Aesir believed I could perceive all falsehoods said in my presence.”

“A rumour I’m certain you had nothing to do with.”

Loki’s grin finally surfaced. He scratched over Anthony’s hair.

“Of course not. It is a blatant lie.”

Anthony chuckled softly and tilted back his head. Loki found himself looking down into the omega’s handsome, smiling face. He felt a sudden and powerful urge to kiss the man. Something, he hurriedly fought down.

“Then I guess I’m in trouble perpetrating a lie in front of the god of lies.”

“Hmm,” Loki hummed, endeavouring to focus on their joking demeanour. “However shall you pay for this?”

“I’m sure I could come up with something. I’m good at buying my way out of trouble.”

Loki snorted. He had indeed seen the man talk his way out of situations with many an irritated nobleman or offended lady. It was a very fine feat, especially when the man’s charm and way with words often found him with more friends than foes.

It was a trick even Loki had yet to master.

Of course, it helped that Anthony had not spent much of his youth tricking the court. He was also a weaponsmith not a seidr user.

The reminders of his past hurts threatened to dampen his good mood – but, unlike in the past when they would be a sure-fire recipe for anger or pain. Loki found he could not hold onto the frustration when under the weight and warmth of Anthony.

And he supposed, that was what he should be focusing on: the omega and providing him comfort.

It was obvious the man was not used to remaining still for so long, and while it was obvious a part of him enjoyed the comfort and closeness, the rest was itching to be active.

“Perhaps a deal instead,” Loki remarked.

“A deal?”

“You shall escape any trouble for your lies if you tell me what you would rather be doing.”

Anthony tensed and Loki knew a denial was about to fall from his lips. He gently tugged Anthony’s hair in subtle chastisement.

“Do not lie. I can tell you wish to be active. Let me know what you wish to do and we shall do it. I will happily comply, but I do not possess the talent of mind reading. I will need you to inform me.”

Anthony shifted, lowering his head so that Loki couldn’t see his face. He immediately frowned, not liking the motion. However, he resisted the urge to tug Anthony back. He had noticed the omega often preferred to guard his features. Loki wouldn’t steal that option from him, no matter how much he wished to hold Anthony’s gaze and see the way emotions played across his face.

“You don’t know what I would ask for, Loki,” Anthony murmured.

“I doubt there would be much I would refuse.”

Truthfully, while there were many things that he would not do for anyone - Loki could think of nothing the omega would want that he would deny. Sensing that Anthony was still distressed, he started to gently card his fingers through Anthony’s hair. He put down his book and let his other hand rub Anthony’s neck and shoulders.

The omega shivered before slowly beginning to relax. When he felt loose and pliant once more, Loki questioned gently, “What would you like to do?”

When he felt Anthony try to tense, he stroked his thumb firmly down the back of Anthony’s neck and insisted, “I will not be offended even should it be something I say no to. Simply tell me.”

He heard Anthony’s swallow.

“I want to go riding,” he finally whispered.

The request itself was not that surprising or something to be ashamed of. He could not understand the reticence – not until Anthony continued.

“But… not on my own horse.”

Loki’s lips parted with surprise. He looked down at the omega in astonishment. No one had ever asked to share his horse. Because that was what Anthony was indicating. He wanted to ride: perhaps he wanted the fresh air, perhaps he had a location in mind. The specifics were immaterial. What mattered was that he didn’t wish for them to part. He still craved their bodies pressed together: absorbing warmth, comfort and scent.

But, to share a horse was an intimate act. It was a high degree of affection and trust between the couple. Of course, Anthony being in heat would mean eyebrows would be raised, but the action quickly dismissed.

But to share a royal stallion was… brazen. He doubted very few omegas would dare.

It is typical Anthony would do so, he always did take greater risks than many others.

Loki had always been amused and fond of Anthony’s bold nature, but it was still unexpected. To share a horse was one thing, to share one emblazoned in the seals and colours of the second prince was a declaration for all to see.

Hardly a real one. There is a reason omegas are so protected during their heat. Their instincts will make them crave all kinds of things they would otherwise spurn.

Yet despite knowing the logic of the notion, the request filled him with yearning. No man or woman had ever wanted to share his horse. They rarely noticed him when he rode amongst the fanfare and light cast by his brother.

To have someone pressed with their back to his front as he directed them through the hills and pathways outside Asgard’s capital? It stole his breath. He could wrap one arm around Anthony to keep him secure. He could murmur soft words in Anthony’s ear.

People would bow to him, but their gaze would see Anthony. An omega who trusted him with his heat and with his safety. It would feel like an announcement. It would prove that someone out there could hold him in high enough esteem to let Asgard see them together so boldly.

“We don’t have to-”

“No,” Loki interrupted Anthony’s mumbled words. His voice was hoarse and he cleared it. “We can go riding.”

The rigid nature of Anthony’s muscles remained and not even a gentle stroke through his hair seemed to calm him.

“I shall send word to the royal stables,” Loki continued. “They will prepare my stallion. We shall dress and I will bathe. Then we will depart. Do you have a location in mind?”

Slowly, as he spoke, Anthony started to unwind until he let out a shaking breath and relaxed completely against him. He even turned his head, nuzzling his face gently against Loki’s breast. It made his heart quicken and affection blossom in his chest. It seemed to convey gratitude and yet, it also remained incredibly tender.

“Anywhere,” Anthony murmured. Then a moment later. “Where the Elves go when they come here.”

Loki smiled brightly and admitted, “My favourite part of the forest.”

Anthony sighed happily and Loki was loath to move the man – and yet, he was also eager to leave and have Anthony in his arms upon his horse. Not only would they be riding together, but they would be heading for a location he favoured.

It was one of the few naturally magical spaces in Asgard. It thrived with innate energy and seidr. It was why the elves liked to visit it for meditation and games.

“Perhaps,” Loki said softly, “I could bring some elven puzzles. I think you might prove a challenging player.”

“Mm,” Anthony hummed. “And some books. I like asking you questions.”

“I like answering them,” Loki admitted. He also hesitated before offering. “I could show you a spell or two, if you wish.”

Anthony lifted his head. Loki turned enough to look down into his face. His expression was curious and excited. His smile made it obvious of his answer before he even said it.

“I’d love that.”

With Anthony’s head pillowed near his shoulder, all Loki wanted to do was lower his head and kiss him. He wanted to bestow the fondness welling up inside him. This was a man whom Loki could never have imagined would be so perfect when talking with him at feasts.

Loki had never felt so content or happy in his life. Cuddled with an omega, sharing the first day of a heat and planning activities that he would happily complete any day.

But this is not yours forever.

The sharp, painful reminder was enough to quell the urge to lean down. He smiled instead and tugged gently on Anthony’s hair. He didn’t let his disappointment or sadness show.

Anthony had given him so much of what he had always wanted. Loki didn’t know how he would give the man up when his heat ended.

All he could do was ignore it until the time came. All he could do was hope that when the heat ended Anthony might remain willing to spend time with him. It wouldn’t involve the cuddling he had grown to crave – but perhaps it could be enough just having the man at his side.

After all, it wasn’t as if he craved Anthony as his chosen omega. It was just a few harmless instincts, nothing more.

Chapter Text

It took great effort to encourage Anthony off the couch and out of his arms. He left the man in the living space to enter the bathing chambers. He usually woke early and spent a leisurely time preparing for the day. But the anticipation of the ride had him speeding through his routine. He even used magic to dry his hair. Loki was tempted to pull on his clothing with seidr, but refused to waste even more of his magic on mundane tasks.

When he finally left the room, he blinked upon noticing something specific was missing from the bedding. His pelt. He smiled and followed their mingled scents to the settee. Anthony was there and dressed in his clothing from yesterday. The pelt was wrapped around his shoulders and he was reading a book. The green ribbon was still tied around his wrist.

Loki swallowed at the sight. Their scents would let anyone know of Anthony’s heat and Loki’s role among it. But the ribbon was as blatant a declaration as the stallion.

Loki knew it was not uncommon for some omegas to crave the possessive touches of an alpha. Some could all but wrap themselves in the alpha’s clothing. Loki would not have thought Anthony would be such an omega. But then, one never could tell how someone would react until their heat overtook them.

There was no shame. And there was no expectation. Anthony could drape himself in nothing but green for the duration of his heat. It would be unremarkable because when the heat ended, Anthony would regain control over his instincts.

He would no longer be a slave to the part of him that desired comfort, protection and a provider.

And that was why so many laws existed about the treatment of omegas. No one wanted to see men and women taken advantage of; and no one wanted to be blamed or coerced into something when their decisions could not be taken seriously.

Of course, nothing and no one could make an omega do what they did not want – but Loki would not make the mistake of believing it was more than what it was. Anthony was a possessive omega. He had already seen glimpses of it with the servant and the kaffik.

Stepping up to the omega, Loki couldn’t resist brushing his fingers through Anthony’s hair. He knew he was already addicted to feeling the soft brown locks. Anthony didn’t even startle, merely relaxing back against him.

“Shall we depart for the stables?”

“I thought you needed to tell someone about it?”

“I decided to harness him myself.”

Anthony looked over his shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. “I would have thought a prince did not do such things.”

Loki snorted. “A prince who will be useless on a quest or battlefield without his servants.”

Anthony laughed. “And useless is a word I would never associate with you, Loki.”

Loki felt a fresh stirring of warmth at the words. He almost regretted it when Anthony stood and he was forced to lower his hand. Anthony let the pelt drop. He stretched his arms over his head and Loki looked away so he would not focus on the shifting of the man’s tunic.

Loki skimmed his bookshelf and subtly pulled a few of them to his pocket dimension. When he glanced back, Anthony was waiting for him.

“Shall we depart?” he asked.

Anthony nodded. He also walked forward. Loki quickly raised his arm allowing the omega to press up against him. Loki didn’t try to hide his smile as they made their way to his door and out into the palace hallways.

He had not ventured out with Anthony since the previous evening but he felt a stirring of fierce pride at letting the whole of Asgard see Anthony at his side. Loki could not conceive of a better or more impressive omega to have been trusted by. He would have all of Asgard see that it was he that Anthony sought comfort from.

Of course, a moment later, a fresh thought occurred to him which wiped away his glee.

He looked down at the omega, he seemed comfortable and content, but Loki wished to be certain.

“I can teleport us to the stables,” Loki said quietly. “Or, if you prefer, there are many routes only a select few know of which will avoid the majority of the castle’s occupants.”

Anthony frowned, seeming puzzled.

“Why would we do that?” Yet a moment later, his expression cleared. “Your reputation.” He immediately scowled. He also seemed to press even closer, almost making Loki misstep. “We’re not going a different route, Loki.”

“Anthony-”

He lifted his head, glaring fiercely. “I picked you. I want them to see me.” He tilted his chin. “I don’t wear just anyone’s ribbon, Loki.”

It means nothing. It means nothing.

Loki repeated the words insistently, hoping it would be enough to quell the wave of possession and yearning that rushed through him. All he wanted to do was stop their walk and press the omega against the wall. To kiss him and promise him every ribbon and clothing necessary to provide all of Asgard with the marks of his possession.

The depth of his feelings didn’t shock him but they did unnerve him. He had always hoped deep down to one day find an omega he could claim – but he’d never imagined it was possible. Never put a name or face to them even when he had dared to think of it. He’d never cared about who they were, he merely wanted someone.

He’d wanted to prove to Asgard that he was not a useless alpha; that there was someone out there who could love, want and trust him.

But he’d also wanted to prove it to himself and the instincts clawing within him, desperate for someone to protect.

Those instincts had finally settled now that he had Anthony in his arms.

But for how long will you have him? A few days? A week? After his heat, you will become a lone alpha once again, unable to assist any omega unless Anthony chooses you in a year’s time.

Loki gritted his teeth over his thoughts. He didn’t want to think of what would befall him after Anthony departed. He had been content - happy even while they rested in his chambers. He wanted that feeling to remain.

Resolving to push his darker thoughts away, he looked back at the omega. The one who had declared he wanted all of Asgard to see him wearing Loki’s colours.

“I only hope I can live up to the trust you have placed in me,” Loki said softly.

Anthony’s stubborn scowl wavered and his expression and voice ended up softening considerably, “You already have, Loki. I didn’t choose you on a whim.”

It made Loki remember when Anthony had entered the feast. He’d been quickly distracted by being chosen, but now, he recalled the way Anthony had looked at the royal table. He had thought he was looking for Thor but…

“You searched for me at the feast,” Loki murmured, feeling incredulous. “You had chosen me before even arriving.”

Anthony’s eyes widened and a light dusting of pink took over his cheeks. Anthony ducked his head, but before he could get far, Loki caught his chin. He tilted his face up instinctively, forgetting all his previous resistance to the action. But he desperately wanted to hold the omega’s eyes, to know that what he heard was the truth.

“I was your first choice?” Loki questioned lowly.

Anthony’s cheeks remained lightly coloured and while at first he’d looked like he wanted to squirm away, Loki’s words made him still. Loki knew they had been too emotional, too raw. But, Anthony did not balk at them, instead, he raised his hand and curled it gently around Loki’s wrist.

“Of course you were, Loki.”

Loki swallowed thickly. He fingers twitched on Anthony’s chin. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull the man into a kiss or simply wrap the man in his arms and never let him go. He almost wanted to teleport them back to his chambers and lock all the doors, barring anyone from being near Anthony.

He’s mine. No other alpha can have him.

The thought was horribly possessive and had no place in the situation, but before he could blanch at his own thoughts, Anthony was shifting closer. It forced Loki to let Anthony’s chin go, but it hardly mattered when the omega wrapped his arms around Loki’s waist and cuddled into him.

Loki’s eyes closed and he encircled Anthony in his arms. It soothed some of the raw feelings in his chest; both his possessiveness and the sharp ache at being first. For once in his life, he was first. And as Anthony hugged him, the warmth and happiness over the concept started to flow over him and sink in.

When he felt his voice would be smooth again, he whispered, “Thank you, Anthony.”

Anthony just squeezed him gently, but didn’t offer a verbal reply. Loki was grateful, he wasn’t sure what he would say in response. A small part of him was growing increasingly worried that anything he did say would be far too inappropriate for an acting alpha.

And the last thing he wanted to do was push Anthony away. He wanted the omega’s faith in him to remain unbroken throughout the heat.

They spent a few minutes embracing in the hall before Loki composed himself enough to separate them and begin walking again. However, Anthony soon slipped back under his arm, keeping them together. Loki hardly minded the close contact.

Their walk was mostly silent and free from interruptions but once they entered the main hall off Loki’s wing of the palace, servants and Einherjar became more prevalent. Although Anthony was a naturally talkative person, it seemed that during his heat that inclination subsided – at least in public.

Loki noticed with some amusement that Anthony’s gaze flicked over each person with a suspicious scowl. An expression that became darker with every omega he spotted – and Norns forbid said omega glanced at Loki.

He had to repress a chuckle at the almost possessive way Anthony would press even closer against him and flaunt the green ribbon around his wrist. Loki wasn’t sure if it was in response to their earlier conversation, the man’s possessive instincts or a combination of both.

Regardless, Loki would always bring a hand to Anthony’s hair, stroking gently through the strands and murmuring a soft reassurance.

By the time they reached the stables, Loki’s earlier dark mood had entirely evaporated, even Anthony seemed in greater spirits. Helped in part, Loki was sure, to fewer omegas crossing their path the closer they got to where Loki’s stallion was housed.

The guards let him pass into the inner cloister with nothing more than a nod and with no stable hands present, Loki was able direct them to his stallion’s stall. It was quick work to get him saddled and Anthony watched him the entire time. Loki did find warmth flooding his chest when Anthony stroked his stallion’s head, a small smile curving his lips.

When everything was settled, he led out his horse before climbing atop him. He removed his foot from the stirrup to allow Anthony leverage and despite it being an unfamiliar act to share a saddle, it was with remarkable ease that Anthony settled between his legs and leant back against his chest.

Loki wrapped an arm around the omega’s waist while the other kept a firm hold on the reins. Anthony let out a soft sigh and dropped his head to Loki’s shoulder, his breath lightly gusting Loki’s neck. Loki tried not to shiver. He focused instead on beginning their slow walk out of the cloister. He paused outside the stables. There were two routes he could take, the shorter of which would take them through the more populated areas of Asgard.

He has already expressed his willingness to be seen with me. He chose for us to ride like this.

Dismissing his indecision, Loki turned down the quicker path. When Anthony just gave another happy sigh, Loki knew he had chosen well. He firmed his grip on Anthony and glanced down at the omega in his arms.

It made him remember his earlier decision to make sure Anthony was hydrated and well fed.

“Do you have a plan in mind for the rest of our day?” Loki asked quietly. “Or are you quite content to spend the rest of it riding and visiting the field?”

“Do I need a plan?” Anthony enquired.

“Of course not,” Loki agreed. “I merely wondered if we should return directly to my rooms for a meal or if you would prefer a tavern in Asgard.”

Loki was not a fan of the loud, boisterous ale houses among the city streets, but he knew that Anthony was likely a frequent patron. Thor himself was often seen in them if there was not a feast to attend. It often frustrated Loki as it left him as the only son attending the family meals Frigga liked to orchestrate. Occasionally, it was solely him and his mother if his father was called away by the court. His father, at least, had an excuse as the ruler of the realm, Thor’s behaviour was merely an arrogant disregard for others.

He often found himself searching out his brother, trying to encourage him to return to the palace. It often left them in argument and finding Loki even less inclined to visit them in future.

But, when he saw Anthony perk up at the prospect of the latter, Loki already knew he would visit for as long as the omega wanted.

“I… could enjoy a tavern,” Anthony answered.

“Then we shall go to whichever one you choose.”

Loki’s status alone should allow him a more secluded table, but if that was not enough, his coin should do the trick. The only person with more influence than him should be Thor, and the likelihood of him running into his brother were slim. And, even were it the case, Thor was not the kind to wish for solitude.

“Thank you, Loki,” Anthony said softly.

Loki smiled and unwound his arm just long enough to tug gently at the man’s hair. It was becoming an addictive pastime, especially when Anthony only grinned happily. All too soon, however, he needed to secure the man again.

Their conversation once again fell away as they entered the busier streets of Asgard. It was normally a place of hurried feet and loud conversation, but an odd hush fell over the area as they were noticed. Loki saw every pair of eyes lock onto them. Their gazes found him first before drawing to Anthony. Loki immediately wanted to bristle and glare until everyone turned away – but, Anthony did the most unexpected thing.

Unlike in the hall when he shied from people’s gazes, this time, he seemed to both sit up straighter and lean more heavily on Loki. He seemed both proud while also making it obvious that his trust was completely in Loki’s hands.

Loki had never felt so grateful or honoured by something in his life. He found himself forgetting anyone else existed as he stared at the man in his arms. The omega who bestowed his preference and trust for all to see.

Loki’s heart lodged in his throat and his body rushed with such a heavy, heady affection that he felt almost bowled over by it. Loki did not think he could ever look at another being with such joy or marvel.

I want this as mine forever.

The thought sent a frisson of fear down his spine and cut through much of his awe and affection.

Because, he couldn’t feel that. If he… if he wanted Anthony then he could no longer have Anthony. He lawfully could not continue giving Anthony comfort if he felt anything for him and he did not want to give him up.

No, it’s not what the laws are there for. I do not… it’s merely instincts. It’s because he is the first and only. It is because I do not want to lose this. It’s not… not him.

Loki breathed in and out carefully, trying to assure himself it was merely his years without an omega that was influencing him. It was his loneliness as an alpha. He merely needed to grow used to the situation, perhaps look after Anthony during more heats, and it would become nothing more than respectable and normal reactions and interactions.

Despite his self-assurance, the worry still lingered, unable to be fully squashed. Instead, he tried to turn his mind from it. The ride would take them at least fifteen minutes and Loki doubted Anthony would wish to stay in silence the entire time. It was why he used a hint of seidr to pull one of the books he’d selected from his pocket dimension.

Anthony noticed its appearance and glanced down. Loki was unable to hold Anthony, the reins and the book, so instead, he let his seidr hover it in mid-air. He felt a hint of nerves at Anthony’s reaction to so blatant a use of seidr in public, but Anthony didn’t tense against him.

“We were not looking at that earlier,” Anthony remarked, sounding puzzled.

“No,” Loki answered. “It is not a book on magic. Rather it is… well, it is a collection of tales from Alfheim. Some of them are simplistic, I admit, but I found them enjoyable. I thought perhaps you might enjoy them as well.” Loki hesitated. “I also thought I might… read them to you for the duration of our ride.”

Loki was watching Anthony carefully; it was why he was able to see the man’s bright smile. Loki barely repressed his sigh of relief at the sight, instead he tightened his hold on Anthony. He then brought the book to hover closer to him, allowing him to read as they moved. Of course, he barely needed to glance at the book, having memorised most of the stories long ago. It allowed him to divide his focus between the road, his stallion, the book and Anthony.

Watching Anthony sink into his chest and half-close his eyes was a wonderful sight. Only aided by his constant smile and soft comments or chuckles over the tales. Loki could almost completely ignore the people around them, but a part of him still remained thrilled by the knowledge that so much of Asgard was seeing him with Anthony. Seeing his worth and his ability to look after such a handsome and perfect omega.

And he owed it all to the incredible man in his arms. He didn’t know how he could ever repay him – but he hoped he would manage it by caring for him for the rest of the heat.

They seemed to take no time to arrive at the field. When they did, Loki assisted Anthony in climbing down from his stallion before doing the same. He tied his horse to a nearby tree and the stallion immediately went to nibbling on some grass. Using seidr, Loki then procured a pelt and settled it on the ground. It was a simple mottled grey fur and had neither of their scents, but he knew it would take little time to gain them. It was one he had procured on a hunt many years ago but had found no use for. He felt a sharp surge of pleasure to be using it for the first time with Anthony. He wasn’t even surprised when he sat down and Anthony pressed up against his body the moment he was able.

“Continue the story, Loki?” Anthony murmured.

Loki chuckled. “Should we not have food first?”

“We only just ate.”

Loki laughed again. “Most Aesir eat more than a single meal in a day.”

“We’ll eat at the tavern,” Anthony said petulantly. “I want to hear the end of the tale.”

“I can talk with you as you eat,” Loki insisted, but it was more of a token protest.

When Anthony grabbed his wrist and attempted to pull him back on the pelt, Loki went without any complaint. His arm came around Anthony’s shoulders and their heads brushing as they looked up at the sky.

“We can’t eat now we're lying down,” Anthony said. “So, stories.”

“I think there are a few flaws in this argument,” Loki drawled.

“Nope, no flaws,” Anthony persisted, but Loki could hear the amusement in his voice.

He shifted enough to better look at him. Anthony was smiling and his eyes were dancing with delight.

“You are ridiculous,” Loki remarked, but his tone was soft.

Anthony shifted and his hand brushed Loki’s chest. Loki tried not to shiver. His eyes flicked down. Seeing Anthony’s wrist still ensconced in the green ribbon, Loki brought his spare hand to it, stroking his finger over the soft silk.

“You look nice in green,” Loki said quietly.

He saw Anthony swallow from the corner of his eye.

“I liked it better than the silver,” Anthony admitted.

Loki looked back at him. Anthony’s gaze seemed a little shuttered as if there was something he wished to hide.

Perhaps it is embarrassment at his nature and instincts? His independence is well known what with his refusal to cower to his late father. To crave another’s colours might, even now, make him feel awkwardness.

Loki hoped it wasn’t true. Anthony had nothing to be ashamed of – rather, Loki should have known better than to bring it up. He merely… well, he liked the man in his colours. He had already wished to plait his colours into the man’s hair.

Regain control of yourself, by the Norns!

Allowing his finger one more stroke over ribbon and skin, Loki withdrew his hand. Anthony didn’t take his off Loki’s chest, but Loki made certain to change the subject.

“If we are not eating now, I will insist that you eat a good amount at dinner, Anthony.”

“As long as you continue reading me the stories,” Anthony countered.

Unlike before, the teasing nature was absent. Loki knew the request was genuine and serious. His arm was still around the man’s shoulders and he stroked him soothingly.

“Of course.”

Anthony’s gaze had lowered to stare at his hand and his fingers absently stroked Loki’s chest through his shirt. Loki guiltily enjoyed the feeling. He wanted to clasp Anthony’s hand again and turn on his side, pull the omega closer… but Loki cut off the thought before he was finished.

It was too dangerous to think it. So, he focused on what the man had requested.

He needed no time at all to recall the scene he had been reciting. Keeping his voice low, Loki began to speak. Anthony soon sighed, sounding relieved. He also shuffled closer, almost rolling on top of Loki so that most of his weight and his head could rest on Loki’s chest. It was a mimic of the position Loki had considered drawing Anthony into only he had wanted to take it further. He had felt a deep yearning to lower his head and kiss Anthony.

He shoved it away firmly, yet a hint of panic remained. Because, he could not accept it – could not believe it or everything he had would be lost in an instant. So, he tried to keep his mind on the story and only acknowledge Anthony’s warmth and scent in the most abstract sense.

But it was hard.

And as Anthony hummed softly and chuckled over the tale, Loki felt a gnawing, growing dread that no matter how insistently he denied it, he might have a greater problem forming than instincts and loneliness.

Loki continued to tell tales of the Elven mages for much of the afternoon, describing how they bested their foes in grand feats of seidr and wit. He also conjured food for Anthony, continuing the stories even as the omega ate. At one point, Loki even found himself feeding Anthony. He wasn’t sure how it had occurred, but it left his fingertips tingling and his voice a little rough. He didn’t think he would ever forget the brush of Anthony’s lips over his skin or the moments when he’d feel the scratch of the man’s facial hair.

Their time in the field stretched for hours. Loki had never found himself so comfortable with another, especially not an Aesir. Loki knew he could spend days with Anthony in fields like this, simply enjoying the company. It wasn’t just instincts, it was simply… compatibility. They chuckled at the same points in the stories. They got distracted discussing topics the tales brought to mind; the frivolous garments worn by some dignitaries, the amusement over a well-worded witticism, the beauty in an Elven spear.

It all flowed so effortlessly that by the time the late afternoon sun was beginning to set, Loki almost didn’t want to leave. But, the desire for a greater meal than the morsels they had eaten galvanised him to action. He packed up their items and secured Anthony on his stallion. The walk back was slow and comfortable. They spent it talking more of the Elves and Alfheim. Loki barely noticed the people around them, too distracted by their discussions.

Upon reaching the stables, he gave his stallion to a stable hand, but not before patting him and feeding him an apple. Anthony too gave his horse a brief show of affection. Loki’s horse was often remarked to be as prickly and unapproachable as himself, but with Anthony, the stallion accepted him easily. Loki was privately pleased by it and when Anthony walked towards him, he opened his arm for the man to slip beneath it. Anthony's arm curled around Loki’s waist.

They made their way back into the centre of Asgard with their bodies pressed together in a now familiar embrace. Loki noticed the gazes of others weren’t as blatant as they had been during the first ride through town, but Loki was still aware of the curiosity of others. He held Anthony a little tighter.

Their conversation had faded away as they reached the more popular areas. Loki appreciated it as, where possible, he preferred to speak where others could not hear and mock him. Even if their remarks were said behind his back, the disdain tended to travel and Loki often had to pretend ignorance or disinterest in their unflattering commentary.

But, as they continued to wander without a chosen destination, Loki enquired, “Do you have a location in mind?”

Anthony had dropped his head to Loki’s shoulder as they walked, but he tensed minutely. Loki glanced down to find the man’s gaze averted.

“There is a tavern I like,” he murmured.

“Then take us to it.”

Although they kept walking, Anthony noticeably hesitated. Loki waited patiently and eventually Anthony replied, “It is only small. It’s in the west of the city.”

Loki quickly understood what Anthony was worried about. The west, while hardly poor, was more commonly frequented by the more working class. The tavern was likely one that Loki had never seen let alone stepped inside. But Loki did not mind, instead he was curious to see the kind of place that Anthony favoured.

“If it has your patronage, I am certain it will be well worth the visit,” Loki assured him.

Loki was grateful for the soft torchlight lighting the street as it allowed him to see Anthony’s ears go a soft pink. Loki gently rubbed the man’s upper arm in soothing comfort and slowly, Anthony began to relax against him.

They once more fell into silence, but Loki merely enjoyed the peace and joy of the moment as he walked wrapped around Anthony. The walk took them a number of minutes, but when they arrived, Loki’s lips quirked. The building was indeed small and strangely lopsided. It would have been unremarkable had the name of the tavern not so obviously poked fun at the peculiarity.

‘The Old Repair’, the sign boasted. It was no wonder he had never encountered it as Thor, while happy to drink ale in any location, did prefer those with both outward and inward grander as well as proximity to either the palace, training grounds or stables.

Anthony pushed open the door with enthusiasm and Loki found himself curious as they stepped through the large wooden door to reach the interior. Loki was pleasantly surprised to find it far less boisterous than most taverns he had visited. It was loud, of course, but the merriment was at a bearable volume. There were small and large tables, most of which were overflowing by tradesmen and a surprising number of Einherjar.

A noticeable hush did fall as the room glanced at the two of them, but a large clearing of the barkeep’s throat and a hefty slam of a tankard on the wooden counter soon had everyone returning to their companions and conversations. Loki glanced more shrewdly at the barkeep, his eyes narrowing when he noticed him smiling softly at Anthony.

Loki tightened his grip around the omega’s shoulders, feeling a possessive agitation over the dark-skinned male’s overt friendliness. Anthony must have noticed his reaction. His hand ran over Loki’s side.

“He owns the tavern,” Anthony said. “He’s my childhood friend.” Loki forced his gaze away, finding Anthony already watching him. “He’s a beta,” Anthony admitted. “He left the Einherjar after an injury.”

Loki ran through his memories. It was rare that an Einherjar was forced to retire. He did recall a story a few years ago. The man had risked his life to save a child from a bilgesnipe. It had damaged his spine. While the royal healers had done their best, the man had lost much of the mobility of one of his legs and had been forced to leave the guards ranks.

Loki had not heard any further, but it seemed he had found a new vocation, and judging by the busy space, it was quite profitable.

When Anthony tugged him through the tavern towards the man, Loki found an odd nervousness flooding him. They stopped before the bar and Anthony reached out for the man. It was the arm that carried Loki’s ribbon, easing some of Loki’s discontent.

The former Einherjar clasped his hand and squeezed.

“You seem well, Anthony.”

“I am,” Anthony insisted. His gaze flicked almost shyly to Loki. “I’ve got a good alpha.”

The Einherjar’s gaze turned to him. Loki tried not to tense under the weight of it. He was a prince and an alpha. The man was a subject and a beta – and yet, his role as friend to Anthony meant Loki felt a strong desire to be found worthy. He knew, as a former Einherjar, the man’s opinion of him was likely quite low.

Yet, surprisingly, the man smiled.

“I’m glad Anthony has you protecting him during his heat, Prince Loki.”

Loki’s lips parted in genuine surprise. He hurried to mask it as he answered, “Thank you…”

He trailed off, unsure how to address the man.

“Most call me Rhodes,” the man, Rhodes, answered.

It was peculiar, but Loki did not enquire, merely nodding.

“Can we have a table and my usual, Rhodey?”

Loki frowned, confused and curious by the alteration to the man’s name. Rhodes, however, merely grinned and nodded.

“I’ll get them.” He pointed to the back of the tavern. “Saved your usual spot.”

Anthony smiled brightly at him. Loki felt another surge of jealousy and wanted to drag the man away, but he kept the instincts contained. He knew the beta was no threat to him, but seeing Anthony give such naked affection to another sat unhappily with him.

He found himself incredibly relieved when Anthony directed him away from the bar and deeper into the tavern. They ended up at a table shoved almost entirely in an alcove. Outwardly, it almost looked as if it was an afterthought and a place for someone whom arrived late and had no other choice. However, once seated in the rather plush chairs, Loki realised that it afforded a view of the entire tavern while also placing one’s back to the wall and within quick reach of the taverns rear exit.

It was a perfect spot to both spy on others and be away from prying eyes. It was a spot Loki would have chosen. He could see why Anthony favoured it.

When the man in question scooted their chairs together, Loki was tempted to use seidr to make a single seat for them to share, but eventually chose not to alter the furniture of the man’s friend. It was easy enough to open his arm in the now familiar gesture. Anthony slotted against him immediately.

Loki smiled down at the omega. His earlier jealousy and tension were eased by their positions and the sight of the green ribbon. He resisted the urge to stroke over it. Instead, he examined the room. The tavern was filled mostly with alphas and betas, but Loki could pinpoint several omegas among the patrons.

He was surprised that many of those omegas were trying to look at them. He caught the gaze of one of them, trying to discern their interest. The man ducked his head, seemingly shy. Yet, he looked up through his eyelashes a moment later and smiled. Loki frowned, feeling puzzled by the behaviour. It seemed almost coquettish, almost… hopeful.

Loki’s eyebrows rose, his eyes widening in sudden, surprising realisation.

But... no, surely, he was wrong? Surely, they were not looking at him? No omega had ever glanced at him before. None save Anthony. The omega in question tensed in his arms. Loki noticed, almost absently, that the one he was staring at had averted his eyes. When Loki looked back to the man at his side. Anthony’s teeth were barred and he was glaring angrily at the omega that Loki had been observing.

Loki felt warmth flood him. He did not like Anthony distressed or angry, but he did enjoy the sight of someone being… possessive of him. To have someone want him to the exclusion of others – to fight others for him was a feeling he had never known.

He brought his free hand to Anthony’s chin and gently tugged on it until Anthony was forced to look at him. Anthony still seemed agitated and defensive. Loki smiled. He also acted without thought, bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to the man’s forehead.

Anthony gasped, but a moment later, his tension left him as he melted against Loki.

Despite not wanting to pull back, Loki knew he needed to. He returned to his previous position, but smiled down at the omega. His voice was soft and meant to assure.

“I believe I told you that my attention drifts to no one but you, Anthony.”

Anthony scowled; the expression almost petulant. He was also bristling again.

“He was looking at you,” Anthony muttered. “He shouldn’t be trying for you. You picked me.”

“I did,” Loki confirmed. And as much as it deflated some of his enthusiasm, Loki acknowledged the truth. “He is likely just curious as to what made you pick me. It will pass soon enough.”

Anthony scoffed. He also shifted and before Loki could properly react, the man had all but crawled into his lap. He draped his body over Loki who was left a little shocked at the blatant display. He placed hand to the man’s lower back, holding him close.

“Stupid omegas realising about you now,” Anthony muttered. “Should have seen better than the brainless alphas everywhere. You’re the best alpha. They don’t get to have you now that they woke up.”

Loki’s breath caught. His eyes also stung. The man’s words were grumbled out, hardly proper and barely heard, but each one of them was as welcome as water after a drought. The words were also true, Loki could see it now. There was no point in denying it. The way the omegas smiled at him and fluttered their eyelashes in a bid to gain attention.

Yes, they had seen Anthony’s actions – heard the whispers, and now they too followed the action of others like a typical, unthinking Aesir. It was Anthony who had seen through the lies spread about him and searched behind the masks and distance Loki had placed between himself and others. Anthony had, somehow, seen an alpha worth trusting.

And he is the only omega I will ever trust in turn. The only omega I could truly… want.

It was something he had tried so hard to deny as the minutes and hours had passed in Anthony’s company. But now it was as blatant as the gold of Asgard’s grand halls. He wanted Anthony and that meant, he was the one alpha in all the realms that should never hold Anthony in his arms.

Chapter Text

Sitting with Anthony in his lap and the realisation resting heavy on his shoulders, Loki could only stare at the omega sitting so comfortably and trusting in his arms and run through every law he knew about omegas.

But the truth was simple: if an alpha desired an omega and wanted them as a permanent spouse, they were not allowed to offer them comfort during a heat. They were to confess to the omega and allow them to choose a different alpha.

If they still chose the alpha (and that was rare enough that Loki could not recall a single case of it happening in his lifetime) it had to be acknowledged before the Allfather to make certain there was no manipulations or coercion.

Loki knew with grim certainty that if he confessed to Anthony, the omega would leave him in a heartbeat. It would also be widely circulated that he, as an alpha, could not satisfy an omega for a full heat. The Aesir would sneer once again, the omegas would stop looking at him as a perspective alpha and he would lose any chance for claiming an omega as his own.

And yet, Loki could weather all of those outcomes. It was Anthony recoiling from him that sent his stomach to the floor and filled his heart with ice. Because, it would be worse than any other rejection. It would be the omega he wanted telling Loki, in no uncertain terms, that he did not want him back.

But what else could he do? Asgardian Law was clear.

It does not speak about alphas who learn they desire an omega during a heat.

The words whispered sinisterly through his mind. They were a loophole. A thin, grey area that was not specified but clearly implied.

And yet, Loki’s mind latched onto it as a possible bastion of safety.

Because he didn’t want to lose this. He didn’t want to see Anthony run to another’s arms. He wanted to keep the omega at his side; make sure he was fed, protected and slept easily. He just… he wanted to look after Anthony. Yes, he desired him and yes, he wanted to claim him – but if Anthony never knew? If he never overstepped his boundaries and performed the way he always had? How could he be faulted?

And if he ever wishes to have me again, I will tell him. I will acknowledge the law and let him choose.

And maybe, if it had been long enough since the heat, perhaps Anthony would decide it was a reasonable risk and accept him anyway?

And perhaps the Aesir will name you as their chosen King!

Loki almost flinched at the bitter words. But he knew it for the truth. The likelihood of Anthony still seeking him out upon learning his desires was miniscule. All he could do was hide them from Anthony for the duration of the heat and do his best to squash them after it was over.

Or, when this is over, you could try and win him as your own?

But the thought was almost as ludicrous as imagining Anthony would accept him once he knew. Because, things had never worked out for him. How could he possibly believe that such a thing would happen for him now?

“Loki?” Anthony’s soft question drew him from his spiralling thoughts.

He blinked back to the room and looked down at the frowning omega in his arms. He swallowed and instinctively ran a hand down the man’s back, wanting to sooth him.

“It is nothing, Anthony,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Anthony questioned, noticeably concerned.

Loki, for the first time since Anthony had chosen him, faked his smile.

“Merely my thoughts drifting. Think nothing of it.” He stroked the omega’s back again. “Now, tell me of this tavern. This spot is favoured by you. Is that perhaps for the view it offers you of others?”

Anthony grinned, something secretive and mischievous in his expression.

“Are you accusing me of spying, Loki?” he questioned, his tone teasing.

“Perhaps observing is better?” Loki remarked, the tone feeling reminiscent of the conversation in his rooms. “Why else would such a locale be so favoured by you?”

“And not that it is run by my dearest friend?”

“Then would you not prefer to be near him? Sitting aside the counter, perhaps?”

Anthony’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “After such a long day in my forge, do you really believe I wish to be around people, Loki?”

“Hmm. This is true. Perhaps, retiring to your home would be a greater option.”

“And cook for myself?” Anthony said, sounding aghast.

Loki snorted. “I believe I know you well enough now to assume you would rather avoid food then seek it out.” He raised his eyebrows. “Which is why, I hope your so-called ‘usual’ will be more than a tankard of ale.”

Anthony scowled and finally lowered his head, tucking it against Loki’s neck.

“It has food,” he grumbled.

“And judging by your reaction, hardly enough.”

Anthony muttered something, but Loki was already raising his head, intended to look for a server in the hopes of changing their order. Instead, he found Rhodes approaching with a server. She carried a tray staked high with food. The former Einherjar walked with a cane and although he did not grimace, Loki could tell the man’s injuries were extensive.

When he caught the betas gaze, he saw something wary in his expression. Loki held his eyes unflinchingly. He knew that while many Aesir would see his injuries as a noble sacrifice, many would still hold pity for him. They would look down on him, no matter how unintentionally. Loki wanted the man to understand that he would never assume a cane to be either a weakness or a detriment.

When the beta seemed to understand that, some of the tension left his shoulders and he walked with more confidence to their table. His eyes did briefly glance at Anthony and his expression softened. Loki’s instincts wanted to rail at him about such an act, but Loki forcibly quelled them. He would not become an overbearing alpha whom postured at the smallest act that challenged their claim.

The men were friends, attacking Rhodes would only do him harm. His instincts would be difficult to ignore, but he refused to cause friction between himself and Anthony.

Yet, as the meals were placed on the table, Loki couldn’t help feeling a twist of annoyance.

“These servings are larger than Anthony would usually eat,” Loki remarked, keeping his tone free of infliction.

His hand, however, tightened around the omega.

“I do not intend to influence your protection over him,” Rhodes said, his voice calm, measured and respectful. “But as a friend, and the closest to a brother Anthony possesses, I have seen him eat far too little when he needs it.”

Loki immediately felt mollified and his instincts soothed. Rhodes tone had been deliberately passive to put him at ease, the addition of brotherhood further calmed Loki. It made it obvious that a claim over Anthony was not something Rhodes sought in any way. He was merely caring for someone he cared deeply for.

His remaining tension eased and Loki inclined his head.

“I am sure Anthony appreciates your concern.”

“Actually, he fusses over me too much,” Anthony complained.

But he too had relaxed further against Loki, he’d also turned a little in his hold to better look at the table. However, despite his grumbled words, he was smiling.

“Someone has to,” Rhodes replied, the words sounding like a familiar rebuttal. Yet, he paused a moment later, his gaze flicking to Loki. “But maybe there will be someone else now, too.”

Loki’s breath caught, feeling as if maybe, Rhodes was implying something more. Something greater than a temporary comforter and provider. His heart burned with hope, his instincts screaming at him to prove it, to claim Anthony and get the approval of the family member of his chosen omega.

But Anthony cleared his throat and shifted. He moved off him and Loki’s gaze snapped to the omega. He wanted to draw him back, his mouth opened, wanting to ask him why he had left, but Anthony spoke first.

“Loki’s a good alpha,” he mumbled, staring at the table. “I’m lucky he’s helping me.”

He seemed awkward, somehow. Embarrassed even and Loki wanted to not only ease the feeling but glare at Rhodes for inspiring it. But, showing his displeasure to Rhodes would mean looking away from Anthony. He did not dare.

Instead, he closed the distance, leaning out of his chair to wrap an arm around Anthony’s waist. The man was still tense and Loki brought his hand to Anthony’s hair, stroking through the strands and hoping it would remind him of their day together, of Loki’s comfort and their intermingled scents.

“It is I who am lucky,” Loki said quietly, all but whispering the words by Anthony’s ear. “A kind and intelligent omega whom I can protect and spoil with whatever he desires? What greater luck is that?”

Anthony looked up at him, his gaze remaining wary and unsure. Loki wanted to kiss the man, to assure him without words how beloved he was. He couldn’t do that, but he could do something else. He swallowed, a little wary to be hinting so close to his newly discovered desires, but determined to sooth Anthony above all else.

“And Rhodes is quite right. I am someone who will fuss over you and make certain you are taken care of for as long as you wish it.”

Anthony’s eyes widened and he swallowed noticeably. Loki could not look away from him. All he wanted was to be closer in every sense. It seemed Anthony felt the same. He closed the distance, pressing his face to Loki’s chest, but he didn’t crawl back into Loki’s arms.

“Can we go back to your rooms?” he mumbled. “I want to be where it’s just us.”

“Of course,” Loki assured, drawing the omega further into his arms.

He wanted to teleport immediately, but he hesitated and dragged his gaze from Anthony to Rhodes. The beta remained but the server was long dismissed. Rhodes was watching them with a shrewd gaze. Loki felt a burst of panic that the former Einherjar might uncover his feelings and reveal them in a bid to protect Anthony.

But when he met Loki’s gaze, although it was initially sharp and hard to read, it soon smoothed out.

“I’m glad he has you to care for him,” Rhodes finally said. “I know he’ll be safe with you, Prince Loki.”

Loki felt the weight of that approval and it made him want to sit taller, but he didn’t, not wanting to disrupt Anthony.

“Thank you, Rhodes,” he said. “And thank you for your hospitality. The food will not go to waste and the trays will be returned to you.”

Rhodes had a moment to look puzzled before Loki used his seidr to teleport him and Anthony along with the food directly to his rooms. They landed on his bedding and Loki immediately called for the pelt, wrapping it around Anthony.

The man shuddered before giving a small, happy noise. A moment later, Loki was pressed down onto his back as Anthony enthusiastically pinned him to the bed. Loki gasped, but the action was not amorous, it was merely a need to press as much of their bodies together as possible. Anthony’s head ended up below Loki’s chin as he shoved his hands under Loki’s back. Loki wound an arm around the man’s waist. He also pressed his nose into Anthony’s hair, breathing him in and relaxing completely within the safety of his rooms and surrounded by their scents.

His free hand went to Anthony’s hair, slipping in among the strands. Anthony shuddered and gave a small whine, all but arching against him. Loki clamped down on his own noise. It would be far too yearning. He used seidr to activate the sound device and simulate the crackling fire as well as light the candle. It was everything he could think of to make Anthony comfortable.

There was only one other thing he could do. The other thing Anthony had requested: his voice.

“We may remain here for as long as you wish, Anthony,” Loki told him softly. “I have sworn to you, I have no place to be that is not at your side and fulfilling your every request. I will do whatever it is you desire.”

Anthony shivered again, he also nuzzled against Loki’s chest. The feeling had Loki’s eyes falling closed. Norns, he did not ever want to let this man go.

“Talk,” Anthony whispered. “Just… can you talk to me?”

“Of course,” Loki agreed.

He would speak until his voice was hoarse – he would then use seidr to remove the roughness and allow him to talk longer. He would speak all night if it gave his omega comfort.

No, he corrected himself harshly. He is not yours.

Loki swallowed against the sting. He pushed it far to the side and focused on the moment. He was beneath a pelt thick with their scents. He was in his chambers, Anthony was in his arms, pinning him to the bed and craving his touch and his voice. Loki closed his eyes and let everything about the moment ground and sooth him. His instincts all but purred with satisfaction.

And knowing it was what Anthony requested, Loki began to talk.

He spoke about seidr, the duties he often performed with great boredom, his many rides throughout Asgard on his stallion, the taverns he had frequented with Thor. He talked of anything that came to mind, feeling Anthony relax with every word until he was pliant and chuckling at some of Loki’s remarks.

And when he was finally settled – when Loki felt calmed as well and was ready to release the man from his hold, he stopped his many tales and asked, “Are you ready to eat now, Anthony?”

Anthony gave a soft almost embarrassed groan. Loki frowned and gently tugged on the man’s head, encouraging him to look up. Anthony complied, but only enough that Loki could just catch his eyes.

“What is it?” Loki questioned.

Anthony groaned again and closed his eyes. Loki could still see the pinking of his cheeks.

“Rhodey,” he mumbled.

He didn’t say anything more, but Loki could take a guess. He almost smiled but settled instead for stroking the omega’s hair.

“I am sure he understands your actions, Anthony. You cannot be blamed for wishing to seclude yourself in your chosen alpha’s scent. He will think nothing of it – nor condemn you for your actions.”

Anthony didn’t seem convinced so he tugged gently on the man’s hair. Anthony opened his eyes and when Loki met the omega’s gaze, he continued, “I am certain that no friend of yours would think less of you for taking what you need during your heat.”

Anthony’s expression twisted, but after a moment he sighed and lowered his head to Loki’s chest.

“He won’t think less of me,” Anthony mumbled. “He’ll be happy I had somewhere safe I could go.”

Loki felt a surge of pride at being considered safe and he barely resisted the urge to kiss the top of the man’s head. He forced himself to turn the conversation back where it needed to go.

“I am sure he would be pleased to know you have eaten as well.”

Anthony groaned, but this time it was more petulant than upset. Loki knew that he had won not only the first battle, but the second. He removed his hand from Anthony’s hair and gently pushed against the man’s shoulder. Anthony grumbled under his breath and after a few seconds where he refused to move, he finally shifted off Loki and sat up. He took the pelt with him and while it tried to fall to his waist, Anthony grabbed it and kept it around his shoulders. Loki remained where he was, simply admiring the omega sitting above him.

What I would give to see him here every day. To have this image be normal both during and outside of a heat. What he would look like kneeling above me with desire in his gaze.

Loki swallowed and averted his gaze. He repressed his instincts with iron will, not wanting a hint of his feelings to leak into his scent and discomfort Anthony. He busied himself with the trays of food and laying them out before the omega.

However, he had barely finished when Anthony closed the space between them and both leant his head on Loki’s shoulder and linked his arm through Loki’s. Glancing at the omega, he saw Anthony’s free hand reach for some of the bread. He brought it to his lips and took a large bite.

Loki felt the satisfaction of seeing the omega eat war with the desire to feed him as he had at the field.

But he should not have done that then and he certainly could not do it now that he had realised his own developing feelings. He needed to regain a degree of emotional distance. A task, that he knew, would be difficult with Anthony’s scent prevalent in his room and the omega’s wish to be as close as possible.

But failure was not an option. He would lose everything if Anthony worked out what he was feeling and desiring.

You must only keep it secret until his heat ends.

And yet, the thought of the heat ending brought with it a fresh, sharp sorrow and pain – because all he wanted to do was keep Anthony and call him his. But, he could not do that. The end of the heat would give him the space he needed to gain better control over himself – but it would also take Anthony far away from him.

It might put him in the arms of another alpha. Loki could not imagine anything worse. He wanted to bare his teeth at the shear thought.

“Loki?” Anthony questioned, sounding concerned.

Loki dragged from his thoughts to look at the omega, Anthony was frowning and Loki immediately lifted his hand, wanting to wipe it away. He froze mid-gesture and quickly changed its path to the food before Anthony could notice.

“My thoughts were wandering. It’s nothing to worry over.”

“They’ve been wandering a lot,” Anthony said. His fingers stroked the back of Loki’s hand, but his eyes remained pools of concern. And there was something else growing, something that came out in a soft, apprehensive whisper, “Did I do something?”

Loki immediately turned towards the omega. He cupped the man’s jaw without thinking. He held Anthony’s gaze and promised him, “You have done nothing. I could not fault a single thing you have done or said.”

Anthony relaxed a little, but he still looked worried.

“Then what’s wrong, Loki?” He even leant forward, his voice turning determined as he clasped Loki’s wrist. “How can I help?”

Loki’s lips parted, never had someone so honestly and openly offered him their assistance when something bothered him. His mother, yes, she would give him assistance and express her concern – but this was different. Anthony was neither family nor under obligation to help him. He merely wanted to. And while Loki could not tell him everything, his tongue did loosen enough to answer.

“You are my first omega,” Loki admitted. “My thoughts linger on how I am treating you.” He swallowed. “If I am doing everything right and how I do not wish to upset you or do anything to make you unhappy or uncomfortable.”

“You don’t,” Anthony admittedly answered. “You couldn’t.” He dropped the bread in his hand and wrapped his arms around Loki’s waist, he pressed his face against Loki’s neck. “Everything you do is perfect, Loki.”

Loki swallowed. He wanted to purr with happiness over the words – and yet, he also wanted to kiss Anthony. To stake a claim that Anthony was his and to vow to give him that same satisfaction for the rest of their lives.

Instead, he closed his eyes and hugged Anthony back.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “And please,” he said just as softly, “should I do anything you don’t like, inform me. I will correct it immediately. I want you happy, Anthony.”

“You already make me happy,” Anthony whispered.

Loki sucked in a breath and Anthony stiffened. For a moment, the air felt tense and Loki did not know what to do, his instincts fighting harshly against the rational and logical part of him that knew Anthony’s heat would make him say and do all manner of things that he would never consider when in his right mind.

It was enough to make him shake off his wishes and yearning. He opened his eyes and looked down at the omega in his arms. He dared to bring a hand and stroked it through Anthony’s hair.

“Thank you, Anthony,” Loki whispered. “That means more to me than you can imagine.”

He knew it was unwise, but he kissed the top of Anthony’s head. When he pulled back, he gently encouraged Anthony to let him go.

“Come now,” he said. “We have a meal to eat. Then, I believe we should rest. It has been a long day and I think we will be the better for a long rest.”

It was a testament to how tired Anthony must be that he nodded and gave no complaint. He didn’t meet Loki’s gaze as he turned to the food and picked up the bread again. Loki repressed a sigh as it became clear to him that Anthony was feeling the effects of his heat.

Of course he is. This is why the laws exist. Whatever you might think he is feeling, it is nothing but an aberration. He is affectionate and emotional and that is why you are here to begin with – to comfort, protect and support him. You are not to read into things which he has no control over.

The chastisements hurt, but they were useful – because he could not make a mistake in this. He had been chosen as an alpha and not as a partner. He could never let that fade far from his mind or he would not only be known as a useless alpha but all of Asgard would know he broke a sacred law.

Worse, he would ruin Anthony’s heat and break the trust he had laid down before him.

Loki’s lips thinned and he resolved himself to what he had to do. He would not let this affect him again. He would lock it away and focus on nothing but the omega in front of him – no matter what it did to his instincts or his heart.

They each finished their meal quickly. Loki was not particularly hungry, but he didn’t want to discourage Anthony and so, he made sure to match whatever the omega ate.

When they finished, Loki left his bed chambers to change while Anthony used the room. It was no surprise to find Anthony choose Loki’s clothing again, and it gave him the same delighted rush. But Loki focused on perfecting the bedding and conjuring more pillows when Anthony requested them.

Once there was nothing further to do, he climbed onto his bed only to instantly have Anthony crawling into his arms and wrapping around him. The combination of the omega’s warmth and the pelt carrying their mixed scents was enough to have Loki dozing off into a quick and easy sleep.

The next morning, however, was more complicated. It was no different to the previous morning but it felt vastly dissimilar when combined with the new awareness of his feelings. Giving Anthony kaffik and seeing him smile, holding out his arms so the omega could cuddle against him as he read another book, seeing the green ribbon still tied around his wrist. It all filled Loki with a rich and prevalent longing.

More than once, Loki wondered if he should not leave the omega, break his agreement and give Anthony to a new alpha. But he could barely consider the thought before he was tensing and repressing a growl. He did not want Anthony with anyone else, nor did he wish to see Anthony’s confusion and pain over Loki’s choice.

The last thing he wanted was for Anthony to believe he was responsible for Loki’s abrupt rejection.

It found Loki almost relieved when, come midday, Anthony requested to leave Loki’s chambers for some fresh air. Loki hoped that the walk would do him good. Some time away from their scents would hopefully help to clear his head.

Unfortunately, they ended up at the market and while Loki had always enjoyed navigating the stalls and examining the wares, Loki had always surveyed them while knowing he was unwanted. Oh, the artisans and purveyors all treated him with respect if only to try and secure a sale from someone whom they knew was rich, but the mutters and sneers followed him wherever he went.

With Anthony, he found more Aesir watching him with curiosity and consideration. If that was not enough, the few who dared look at him with even the slightest scowl found Anthony baring his teeth at them, glaring and occasionally growling. His actions would make most look away, some flush and others lower their heads sheepishly.

The reaction was not in any way a retraction of their feelings towards him but it was embarrassment over upsetting an omega in heat. Loki merely tried to sooth Anthony by rubbing his back, and arm. He often wished to kiss the man’s head, but could not bring himself to do so when surrounded by others. Loki settled for stroking his hair, instead.

Yet, despite trying to remain within the bounds of what was expected of him as a chosen alpha, he still felt as if every Aesir that saw him was merely a moment from realising his feelings. It made him tense and uncomfortable but he endeavoured not to show it and merely focus on Anthony.

When he noticed the man’s attention drifting to a stall displaying pelts, Loki felt a surge of possessiveness and need. He tried to quell it, but when Anthony pulled them towards it and lightly stroked one of the brown and black striped furs, Loki could not resist purchasing it.

Anthony tried to protest, but Loki brushed it aside.

As much as he knew it was folly, Loki could not help but think of the pelt as being theirs. He already longed to see it on his bed and Anthony wrapped within it.

After that initial purchase, it became rapidly apparent that he couldn’t resist doting on the omega. Whenever Anthony showed interest in something, Loki would be reaching for his gold. He purchased a number of treats for them to eat as they walked. He also bought a candle in an unusual combination of peppermint and clove, a book depicting new variation of Asgardian honoured tales. They both were dubious as to the content, but the idea of reading it to Anthony and laughing over the retellings was inspiring enough to purchase it.

There was also a moment when Anthony’s gaze lingered on a new reel of ribbon, this time in a deeper green than the one he currently wore. Loki’s fingers had itched with the desire to tie another around Anthony. He’d kept his gaze on Anthony even while requesting the reel. Anthony’s gaze had snapped to him. He’d swallowed before giving a shy smile. He’d ducked his head, pressing it against Loki’s chest. It was a bid for affection and Loki stroked his hand through the omega’s hair.

He sent the ribbon, along with their other purchases, to his chambers to be sifted through later. The only thing he kept was their growing collection of sweet and savoury foods. Loki was grateful to have Anthony eating and as they continued to walk, he found some of his tension lessening. Anthony was smiling and pressing up against him. Although gazes lingered on them with confusion and surprise, there was nothing in anyone’s expression to indicate they though the behaviour a breach of Asgardian Law.

Loki could almost call the day not only a success but something he could enjoy freely and without guilt – until his name was called and by someone he did not want to converse with. Loki stiffened instinctively and Anthony, so closely pressed against him, noticed his abrupt if subtle discomfort. He looked over his shoulder and Anthony followed his gaze.

Loki tried not to grimace. It was not just Volstagg, but the entire Warriors Three along with Sif. They were making their way towards the two of them. Their strides were unfaltering and their gazes curious and unsurprisingly distrustful. Others might be oblivious to the latter, but Loki had known them too many decades. He also knew, with Sif as the main voice of authority, she would not hesitate to spread malicious whispers about him.

“Loki,” Volstagg said again upon reaching them. “We had not expected to see you out in the city. With such a fine omega at your side, why leave the house?”

“Because Anthony wished to visit the markets,” Loki answered simply.

“At least you are letting him think for himself,” Sif remarked. “We weren’t sure how you would fare with your first omega. Alphas often take the wrong approaches.”

Loki gritted his teeth; a sharp retort was on his tongue but Anthony beat him to it.

“Did you learn that from experience?” he asked, sounding politely curious.

Yet, Loki could hear something lurking in his tone. Something that made Loki’s initial, sharp humour surge brighter.

Sif seemed flustered even as she immediately defended, “Of course not. I always treated my omegas with the greatest respect!”

Anthony tilted his head, the action brushing it even closer to Loki’s.

“Then why would you believe Loki would do anything differently?”

Her mouth opened and closed, a small spluttering noise coming out as she tried to think of something that was not outright insulting or offensive to a prince. Loki watched on with glee. The people around them were beginning to stare. Loki wished to place a kiss on Anthony’s head to display his pride, affection and gratitude, but knowing he could not, he settled for squeezing Anthony’s hip in a gesture which he hoped showed what he was feeling.

“I am sure Sif did not mean to imply that Loki would not know how to act,” Fandral, ever the peacemaker, attempted to pacify.

Anthony, was having none of it.

“Then why did she ask?” Anthony questioned, a greater sharpness entering his voice. “Why would she suggest it if she did not think Loki would do it?”

The blatant question was not easily avoided, furthermore, the way Anthony was leaning ever so slightly forward showed aggression. It was the act of an omega who was protecting an alpha. Sif, had insulted him and unlike any other insult that could be easily laughed off or dismissed, in such a public arena when faced with an in heat omega, she could not easily move aside.

Loki could see the frustration in her tightly clenched jaw, but she still lowered her head ever-so slightly.

“I apologise for any slight to Loki. It was not my intention to imply your chosen alpha was not caring for you amply.”

Loki had never had Sif apologise to him. Not for her thousand slights or outright barbs. To have so now, publicly and at the demands of his omega, Loki felt a stirring of fierce pride and satisfaction. It did not undo a lifetime of frustration or bitterness – but it made him deeply grateful for Anthony. He stroked the man’s hip.

“I don’t need apologising to,” Anthony continued, lifting his chin. “You should apologise to Loki.”

Oh, Loki wanted to kiss the man so badly. He wanted to pin him to the bed, cover Anthony in his scent and mark him with claims. He wanted this omega as his for eternity. This perfect, beautiful man who made his most detested irritant plead for his lenience.

Loki could see the way she was gnashing her teeth. But, she was not oblivious to the small crowd they had gained. It was rather satisfying to see much of the crowd frowning at her in disapproval. Because to insult an in heat omega’s alpha was highly frowned upon. Omegas should not be indirectly mocked or ridiculed for their choice in protector. It was plain in the eyes of everyone at the market; she should have known better.

Even Volstagg, Fandral and Hogun were averting their eyes and avoiding coming to her defence.

She pulled in a breath and looked at Loki, the fire in her eyes made her words all the sweeter.

“I apologise, Loki. I should not have indicated you could not look after the omega in your care.”

Loki smiled benevolently.

“Do not trouble yourself, Sif. While I have never doubted my ability to care for those who seek my protection, my greatest gratification will always be seeing Anthony happy. It is his measurement that I base my success as an alpha.”

Anthony immediately turned to him, dismissing the others as if they did not exist.

“I have never had a better alpha,” Anthony said, pitching his words to carry.

Despite his actions being overtly loud, Loki could not hear a single lie in his words. Furthermore, no omega would lie about such a thing. The heat might be influencing him, yes, but no one could doubt Anthony. In this moment, he meant it.

And Loki felt his heart skip as he looked at the beautiful man in front of him. The one he wanted above any and all others. Loki felt as if the world could not exist as he held Anthony’s gaze.

It was unfortunate when Fandral spoke, shattering the moment.

“Then we shall leave you to your day in the market.” Loki looked at the swordsman only to see him smiling at them. “It is always grand to see an alpha and omega so well suited.”

Hogun and Volstagg offered similar words while Sif muttered something Loki couldn’t make out. They left shortly after and the interest of everyone soon faded as they returned to their daily business.

Loki looked down at Anthony, expecting to see him satisfied or entertained, instead, he was watching them go with his lips curled back and his teeth almost fully displayed in a snarl.

“Anthony?” Loki asked, immediately concerned.

He touched the man’s chin and encouraged him to look away from the group. He remained noticeably agitated.

“I detest them,” he hissed.

“I am not fond of them either,” Loki admitted, stroking Anthony’s jaw. “But your masterful way of gaining her apology was a sight to behold.”

Some of Anthony’s anger seemed to soften at the compliment, but he remained noticeably angered.

“She should never insult you,” Anthony persisted. “She can only aspire to be an alpha of your calibre.”

Loki’s instincts purred and as much as he knew he should soothe and calm Anthony down, he did not want to stop hearing the compliments and the defence he so rarely received. He felt flattered, and more than that, he loved hearing the omega he wanted declare him so strongly as the one he preferred above all others.

“Be that as it may,” Loki said, forcing himself to do what was right. “We know she is wrong, that is all we need focus on.”

If anything, the words made Anthony bristle further.

“They should all know. Everyone,” he hissed. “You’re my alpha. And I only choose the best.”

For a moment, Loki could not think or breath.

My alpha.

The words made him want to howl with satisfaction or growl his possession as he yanked Anthony further into his arms. He wanted to mark him with kisses and bites, to pin him until their scents could mingle in a bonding ceremony.

But, before his mind and instincts could get carried away, a single, logical thought slipped through.

You are only his alpha because of the heat. He is not calling you his for any purpose outside of now.

And suddenly his growl wanted to become an injured whine – because it felt as if Anthony was being ripped from his arms. He would be ripped away once the heat ended and he walked out of Loki’s life. And Loki did not want to give him up. The shared space and moments; the way he could wander the market stalls and take a stallion ride with someone.

The way Anthony could easily outwit Sif, would desire to mock a book with him, and just generally be with him.

Loki wanted it with everything he had – and Anthony only wanted it while instincts clouded his mind.

And it meant, like anything good that entered his life, Loki knew it would soon disappear. Like a bright glimmer of that which he yearned for but could never keep.

Loki knew he should say something in response to Anthony’s words, but he found it impossible. He couldn’t bring himself to downplay it but nor could he say anything equally reaffirming without potentially exposing his developing desires and feelings.

So instead, he merely did what he had resisted so far. He bent down and pressed a kiss to the top of Anthony’s hair. It was still far too dangerous to do in public, but the way Anthony sighed and snuggled closer to him released some of Loki’s tension.

When he lifted his head, he could feel gazes still lingering on them. It was obvious Anthony noticed it too. He hid his face just as he had in the feast.

“Can we go back to your chambers?” he questioned.

“Certainly,” Loki agreed, feeling relieved as well.

He better wrapped his arm around Anthony and turned them away from the busy stalls and bustling space. Anthony stayed moulded to him; his face hidden from anyone who might look their way.

Their walk was slow at first, but once the major sounds and scents of the market had faded, Anthony lifted his head. He also became more insistent, picking up their speed and all but dragging Loki through the palace. Loki found it amusing, especially when any omega whom happened to cross their path got a stern glare from Anthony should they dare to look at him. In comparison, alphas were ignored beyond Anthony making a point to snuggle closer to him.

It was a display that left Loki equally amused, delighted and longing.

When they finally reached Loki’s chambers and could step inside. Loki did not know what he expected, but Anthony grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bedroom. He had them climb onto the bed and remove their jackets. They then sat before one another, barely more than a pillow’s length between them.

“Where are the things you bought?” Anthony asked.

Loki raised the hand not clasped by Anthony, his fingers glowing green until the items appeared at the end of the bed. Anthony’s eyes brightened. He let go of Loki and grabbed not only the pelt but the reel of ribbon. He dropped down beside Loki, his head coming to rest in Loki’s lap. He spread the pelt over him. He then held up the reel.

He wouldn’t hold Loki’s gaze as he said, “I want more ribbons.”

Loki’s mouth went dry and his breath caught. He took the reel with a very fine tremble. Anthony lifted his hands above his head in obvious and open invitation. A small whimper caught in Loki’s throat. He fought with the near constant desire to kiss the man, instead he dutifully unwound the green satin. He withdrew a dagger from his pocket dimension to slice it when it reached a suitable length. He also conjured the box which housed all the products for an omega.

There was a small body glue. It was harmless to the body and the one he had chosen was gold and glittered green in the right light.

He put down the knife and caught Anthony’s upper right arm. The man lowered his left but Loki’s gaze was on the man’s beautiful tanned skin as he pressed the ribbon in place with a hint of the glue. He then twinned it in a loop up the man’s arm. He reached the sleeve of his shirt regretfully, but before he could press it in place, Anthony made a small sound.

He caught the man’s gaze. Anthony’s brown eyes were already growing foggy with the force of his affection-drugged instincts. He tugged at his shirt. Loki swallowed and let fresh seidr escape. It removed Anthony’s shirt, letting the omega sigh and close his eyes. Loki swallowed again, but it didn’t help the way his heart was in his throat. He tugged out more ribbon and continued to loop it all the way up to Anthony’s shoulder. He glued it and Anthony made a sound of unhappiness. Loki shushed him before gaining the same length of ribbon from the reel again.

He applied it to the man’s other arm with soft, gentle touches. He indulged in gently stroking the man’s skin as he manoeuvred Anthony’s arm. He admired the unapparelled sight of the omega he adored wrapping in his colours – ribbons placed on him by Loki. He never wanted to see them removed.

When Anthony’s arms were both covered by the ribbons, Loki stroked his finger down the path they took from wrist to shoulder. There was still some of the reel left and when he glanced down at Anthony’s face, he found his eyes half lidded and a small, contented smile on his lips.

Touching the omega’s shoulders, he gently encouraged him up into a sitting position. Anthony made a noise of confusion.

“Shh,” Loki murmured.

He took Anthony’s weight even as he let seidr grab the ribbon and lightly looped it underneath the man’s nipples. He wished to go again, to spiral his colours all over the man until he was wrapped in green. Until Loki could kiss every inch of the ribbon, imbuing it with his scent. Instead, he pulled Anthony back down with him. He lowered onto his back with Anthony resting above him. He then rearranged their three pelts so that their new one covered Anthony while his and the omega’s were at either side of them.

Anthony was already mostly asleep but he turned onto his stomach, it allowed him to wrap his arms around Loki’s waist and snuggle closer. Loki ran his hand under the pelt and against Anthony’s back, enjoying every soft touch of the ribbon intermixed with the man’s warm skin.

It was all too easy to be lulled to sleep with Anthony so close and wrapped not only in his scent but his colours.

When Loki woke it was to find Anthony already awake, he was propped up with his head on Loki’s chest while one hand held up the book purchased at the markets. Loki smiled instinctively at the sight of the ribbons still enclosing Anthony’s arm.

“How is the book?” he enquired; his voice rough from sleep.

Anthony glanced over at him and smiled. The single gesture had Loki’s heart picking up speed.

If only each morning could start this way.

“As ridiculous as we thought,” Anthony answered. His smile turned sheepish. “I’d wanted you to read it. But I didn’t have anything else to do, and I didn’t want to move.”

Loki grinned. He also reached for Anthony, sliding his fingers through the man’s hair.

“Do not apologise. It was I who did not wake fast enough for you.”

And I will not complain at having you wishing to stay in my bed and my arms.

Trying to shake the thought aside, Loki added, “Shall I procure you more kaffik?”

Anthony’s eyes lit up and Loki chuckled. He did not need to wait for an answer and he sat up. It briefly disrupted Anthony, but the omega only ended up laying over his legs. He rubbed a hand through his hair, trying to untangle the knots the strands had no doubt gained. Loki glanced at the balcony, noting that the placement of the sun indicated they couldn’t have slept more than an hour or two.

He had never slept so much during the day and yet, he did not feel lazy or overtired, he simply felt content. Loki could happily return to the bedding and read to Anthony just as the man had mentioned. If they dozed off, he would only be pleased to have spent more time with Anthony in his arms.

The peace he felt and the quiet of the room was broken by Anthony’s suddenly soft voice, “Loki?”

Loki’s gaze immediately returned to Anthony whose attention was on the ribbon. He was lightly fiddling with it. Loki felt a surge of dismay that the man might be pulling it free from the glue, but despite his light touches on it, he made no move to loosen it.

“Yes, Anthony?”

“You are a really good alpha,” Anthony said, still not looking at him. “Those stupid alphas don’t see it. But I do.” He swallowed. “Other people will – they are.”

He let out a heavy, frustrated breath. His fingers stilled and he lifted his head. He looked stubborn but Loki could see something nervous behind his eyes.

“I got here first. I… I want to be able to come… come back.”

Loki’s eyes went wide and his heart skipped. “Are you… asking to have me look after your future heats?”

Anthony’s gaze darted away. He shrugged jerkily.

“Other omegas are noticing.” He lowered his voice, sounding irritated, “They never did before.” He flicked his gaze back to Loki. “You’ll… have me back?”

Loki had rarely heard of alphas refusing omegas. It was practically impossible – and yet, some alphas and omegas did avoid each other because they were not compatible. When an alpha’s type of care made an omega bristle. When an omega’s needs left an alpha uncomfortable. They tactfully chose to spend their time elsewhere. It was rare, but it was clearly something Anthony feared him feeling.

And why would he not? An omega’s heat brought all of their emotions and instincts to the surface. At this moment, he felt insecure, likely from the kaffik reminding him of the omega whom had given Loki attention earlier.

It was why Loki immediately shifted them and tugged the man off his legs and into his arms. He wanted to promise to choose Anthony in every setting; but Loki knew he could not. He had to be careful. So, despite wanting to pour out words of dedication and claim, he curbed the many things he was feeling.

“Should you ever wish for me,” Loki vowed, “I will come to your aid without hesitation. You are a magnificent omega, Anthony.” He swallowed. “It would be my honour to be your alpha again in the future.”

And yet, despite the truth of his words and the way Anthony relaxed with obvious relief – Loki had his doubts that Anthony would ever select him again. Because Loki knew with miserable resignation that if Anthony approached him again, he would be forced to confess – and from the moment that he knew, Anthony would want nothing to do with him as either an alpha or a companion.

Because what omega would want an alpha they couldn’t trust? And even if by some miracle Anthony did trust him, it would not be a quiet admittance. To be forced to confess his feelings in front of the Allfather, knowing they were unrequited? Loki did not know if he would be able to stomach it.

You would. To have him in your arms again, you would suffer far worse than the humiliation of a public acknowledgment.

Swallowing against the harsh truth of his feelings. Loki endeavoured to change the subject. He also made sure to put Anthony first over his own desires.

“Shall I get you your kaffik?” he questioned.

“In a bit,” Anthony mumbled, his face pressed to Loki’s chest. “Can you read to me first?”

“Of course,” Loki agreed.

He brought one hand up, carding it through Anthony’s hair. He also used seidr to lift the book and turn the pages back to the beginning. He hovered it above the omega’s head in order to better see the words. He kept his arm around Anthony and his fingers in his hair as he obliged and started to recite the tales.

He quickly realised they were as ludicrous as he’d believed – just as Anthony had warned him. Anthony chuckled softly and sometimes made commentary. It found them getting briefly distracted as they spoke about the content of the work along with additional stories they had read in the past. They ended up getting halfway through the book, neither of them realising the time until it started to become difficult for Loki to read.

Loki paused and glanced towards his balcony, realising the sun was beginning to set. They had spent the entire afternoon curled around each other. Loki couldn’t have imagined a better way to spend his time.

But the time did remind him of things they needed to do, namely, eat.

“You require a meal,” Loki said.

He conjured a piece of silver ribbon to mark their place. His seidr then snapped the book shut. Anthony’s eyes were half-lidded from their activities. Their positions, the ribbons, their scents and Loki’s voice would have combined to leave him in a state of hyper-endorphins and affection. More than once, Loki had seen him shake his head to try and clear it so he could converse with greater focus and elucidation.

Loki wasn’t sure which he preferred. He loved the naked trust and warmth when Anthony looked at him so softly – but he also adored the sharp-minded man whose eyes danced with amusement as he bantered with Loki.

How could I choose when they are equally wonderful? When each state only makes Anthony so wholly and utterly perfect?

Yearning burned through him, it made him want to do things he knew he would regret. He tried to quell his instincts along with his growing panic as he gently but firmly coaxed Anthony to let him go. The omega made a sound between a whine and a grumble, but he eventually conceded to the movement. But instead of trying to awaken further, he seemed to bury deeper in the pelts. Loki climbed off the bed but paused to look down at him. He knew his smile was achingly affectionate, but the omega was thankfully oblivious as he pressed his face into the fur.

Turning away, Loki said, “I shall go to the kitchens and procure food.”

“Go?” Anthony asked. Loki glanced back to see the man’s head had lifted, a confused furrow between his brow. “Why do you need to go?”

“The kitchens will be busy preparing the evening meal.” Not a lie. “It will be quicker if I go to them directly.” Almost a lie. “I will be back swiftly. Rest and relax.”

That at least, was the truth. Anthony smiled faintly before curling back into the bedding. Loki wanted to stroke Anthony’s hair, but he resisted. He hurried from the room. He didn’t stop until he’d exited his chambers and could shut the door and pull in a sharp breath.

His instincts clawed at him, wanting him to go back into his rooms and make good on the desire to claim Anthony – to present himself as Anthony’s alpha for eternity.

Pulling in a shaky breath, Loki ran a hand over his face. His hands shook ever so slightly. He pushed away from the door and hurried down the hall. He kept his pace sharp and fast, needing to put some distance between himself and the omega in his rooms.

Yet, despite his best efforts, Loki’s mind drew back to Anthony. Just knowing the omega was in his bed, wrapped in their scents and Loki’s ribbons, it made a growl want to break loose from Loki’s chest. Norns, he wanted Anthony.

And Loki knew that this was exactly why the laws existed. Because when faced with such a constant onslaught of desire, could an alpha be trusted not to abuse their status as provider?

Loki would rather take a sword to the stomach than harm or forcibly claim Anthony - but he did fear overstepping the line and leaving Anthony wary and uncomfortable. He also dreaded the end of the heat; the end of everything he currently had, especially knowing there was no chance that Anthony would choose him again once he knew.

And, he would know.

If not by a mistake from Loki, then by a forced confession when the man next approached him for a heat.

He’s going to be lost to you. Whether in hours or days. The heat can’t last much longer. And then what will you have?

Loki stilled in the hallway. He closed his eyes and simply tried to pull himself together. His instincts and feelings were as chaotic as a drunken feast. How much longer was he going to be able to contain himself? How much longer should he try?

The truth was that he should have stopped this long ago. He should have confessed and let Anthony decide what was to be done.

The knowledge sent a sinking feeling through Loki’s chest. He opened his eyes but all he saw was Anthony’s happy smile as he wore green ribbons and wrapped himself in Loki’s scent and bed.

It was all going to be ruined – but the truth was necessary. It had been necessary since the moment Loki realised what he felt. Loki’s shoulders slumped. His next steps felt heavy as he walked to the kitchen. He doubted they would even eat the meal together – but, he had to try.

Even if Anthony no longer wanted him, Loki would do everything he could to protect, comfort and provide for him. Until he was told otherwise, Loki would try to be a good alpha. He’d already failed by falling for the omega he’d been tasked to care for – but for the last few minutes that he had Anthony, he would do what he could to make him happy.

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Loki collected the food from the kitchen with a heavy heart. When the same omega from before tried to help and even fussed over him, asking if she could get him anything. It took great restraint not to snap at her. It was not her fault, in fact, she was not even the only omega servant noticeably trying to gain his favour.

Where once he would have been amused and pleased by the actions, now he only felt disheartened. He did not want any of those omegas. His instincts and mind had all but physically claimed Anthony. Loki could not see the other omegas as anything but lesser substitutes for the one he truly wanted.

By the time he left the kitchens, Loki had a tray full of food for them to share along with goblets of wine. He had chosen everything Anthony could like and there was even a sweet desert that he was sure the omega would enjoy.

He hoped that even if Anthony wished to flee his chambers, he would at least take the food. Even if it meant Loki sending them to the home or inn run by Rhodes so that the omega could eat them in the comfort of his friend’s scent and safety.

Each step back to his chambers only heightened his dread and by the time he arrived and pushed open the door, Loki felt the weight of each step as if Mjölnir was resting on his shoulders. Anthony was still curled up in the pelts and Loki wanted to drop to his knees beside the bed, to give a soft whine and plead for Anthony to understand – to keep him for a little bit longer.

But Loki refused to beg. It wasn’t on account of his pride; it was because of Anthony’s heat. The omega’s instincts had already had him comforting and defending Loki. The last thing he wanted to do was inadvertently influence the omega into pacifying him.

It was only when he reached the bed that Anthony lifted his head. He smiled instantly and Loki’s heart flipped at the sight. Lowering the tray onto the bed, he took a careful seat on the edge, keeping the food between them.

Anthony pushed up more fully and immediately reached for the food. He forked some seasoned fish and took a bite. His eyes closed and he let out a hum of pleasure. His eyes opened and he picked up Loki’s fork, holding it out to him. Loki hesitated before he took it. Their fingers brushed and Loki’s skin tingled. Anthony was oblivious as he went back to eating. He took a swig from his goblet. Loki’s tongue tied as he thought of how to start what he needed to say.

“Aren’t you eating, Loki?” Anthony asked, concern obvious in his voice.

Loki’s gaze had drifted to the tray, but he looked back at Anthony. The man’s brow was furrowed and he had stopped eating.

He needs to eat. I can tell him after.

“Of course,” Loki answered.

He took up some of the fish and ate it. Anthony still looked a little uncertain, but the more Loki ate, the more Anthony started to relax. It didn’t take them long to clear the tray with Anthony eating the vast majority. Loki felt pleased to see Anthony so well fed.

He took a sip of his wine and tried to ready himself for the confession – however, before he could, Anthony was climbing out of the bed. He stretched and headed towards the bathing chambers. Loki let him go, merely watching Anthony as he walked. He was wearing low-riding pants and the green ribbons. There was so much skin on display, and if that was not enough, the clothing was crinkled from their time on the bed. Their scents were also so intermingled that they had ceased to be individual ones at all - they were now just theirs.

When Anthony closed the door, disappearing from sight, Loki looked back at their tray. There was only the desert left. Loki took another drink of wine. He tried to use the momentary solitude to devise what he would say – yet, for all that he was a famed wordsmith, nothing came to mind.

He did not want to lose this – to have everything he wanted snatched from him as if he had woken from a perfect dream only to find himself in the cruel light of day. His tongue simply turned to lead – his mind blanking on any way to say the words that would not cause pain and discomfort.

Loki was so lost in the struggle of his thoughts that he did not notice Anthony return – not until the omega’s arms came around his waist and Anthony’s chest rested against his back. He pressed the side of his head to Loki’s.

“What’s upsetting you, Loki?” Anthony questioned, his voice both worried and sad.

Loki swallowed around the lump in his throat. He wanted to lean back into Anthony’s embrace, but he was fearful to do it. He didn’t want to lose himself in the warmth and comfort Anthony so easily provided.

When Loki didn’t respond immediately, Anthony continued, “Is it me?”

He sounded so concerned and Loki immediately lifted a hand and touched Anthony’s wrist, feeling warm skin and smooth ribbon.

“No,” he insisted. “It could never be you.”

Anthony relaxed, seeming to lean even further against him.

“Then what is it?” He nuzzled lightly against Loki’s head. “You aren’t allowed to be sad here.”

“Aren’t I?” Loki asked, his voice a little rough.

“No,” Anthony insisted.

He also turned his head and pressed a kiss to Loki’s hair. Loki shuddered. So far it had only been him offering kisses. To have Anthony do it made his chest swell with delight. He wanted to turn and kiss Anthony so badly.

“If it is those imbeciles from earlier,” Anthony continued softly, “you should not bother with them. They are pitiful when measured against you.” He tightened his hold more and his voice gained a small edge. “If it is others than we shall teach them differently. I will not hesitate to tell all of Asgard how grand an alpha you are.”

I’m not. I cannot be. You will change your mind the moment I tell you. There is no outcome that does not have you running from me at the first opportunity.

“Anthony,” he whispered, his voice becoming even rougher. “You should not say that.”

“I can and I will,” Anthony insisted. “There is no other alpha I would rather have, Loki.” He nuzzled him again. “And I want you happy. Tell me how we can make you happy?”

By having you choose me, stay with me and grow to love me.

But Loki knew he could not admit any of those. He knew he should tell the truth, that this was the moment where he should confess everything – and yet, he could not conjure the words onto his tongue.

Am I not being a terrible alpha if I ruin his evening? He wants me happy. Surely, staying quiet gives us both happiness?

It was the thinnest excuse, the tiniest loophole and even as Loki grasped onto it tightly, he felt a sickening twist of guilt.

“I think I just require rest,” Loki lied, doing so for the first time with Anthony. “We should finish our meal and retire. If you do not mind?”

“Do I have to move?”

Loki smiled faintly, but it didn’t quiet reach his eyes.

“I think you might have to, yes.”

Anthony sighed loudly. He also shuffled on the bed, making sure to move Loki with him. It ended with Loki propped against the bed, his goblet in one hand and the other around Anthony’s waist as the omega lied pressed against his side. The tray was on their laps as they each ate their sweet cake.

Despite it being one of his favourites deserts, Loki could not enjoy it properly. Not when he felt shame curling low in his stomach at his cowardly act.

But Loki knew it wasn’t enough to change his mind or make him speak. If tonight had taught him anything it was that no matter how much he knew it was wrong - Loki could not confess and admit his feelings during Anthony’s heat.

He could not give the omega up. This was his one and only chance to have Anthony. He would hold onto him for as long as he was able, no matter how deplorable and dishonourable the action might be.

Unlike his previous evenings shared with Anthony, Loki did not sleep well. Anthony seemed to notice his lingering discontent as he requested a more herbal candle which seemed tailored to Loki’s preferences. He also had them curl up together. Anthony was encased in the pelts but very little surrounded Loki; the omega having obviously noticed his penchant for minimal bedding. Anthony pressed his back to Loki’s chest and encouraged Loki’s arms around his waist. Loki’s nose was buried in Anthony’s hair and once the lights were dimmed, Anthony asked not for the crackle of a fire, but the sound of a babbling brook. Each gesture only warmed Loki’s chest further and left him biting down on sounds he couldn’t release and words he was too cowardly to say.

Despite everything being ideal for rest, his guilt kept him awake long after Anthony had fallen asleep in his arms.

He kept running through ways to confess – or, even more selfishly, ways to keep Anthony. He even dared to imagine courting the man when the heat was over, but the idea filled him with as much terror as giving his confession.

Because he had never courted someone. He knew the principles, of course, but he could not imagine applying them. He could not believe that such a perfect and handsome omega might choose him.

Because to choose an alpha to spend your heat with was a far cry from choosing one to claim you. There were some omegas as old as his father whom had never taken an alpha. They did not wish for a claim. They took the comfort and care an alpha provided during their heat as their bodies and instincts craved it, but outside of that period, they were happy to maintain their independence.

Loki was certain Anthony would be such an omega and it was why he knew his confession would find him with nothing but awkwardness and heartbreak. It only made him hold Anthony all the tighter.

By the time he managed to fall to sleep, Loki felt depressed and exhausted. Even waking did not bring with it the same joy as the previous mornings. He still adored having Anthony in his arms and colours, but he knew it would not last.

Anthony will only be curious and worried if he realises you are unhappy. You will not ruin his morning with your own melancholy.

Unlike any other thought, that finally cut through his maudlin behaviour. His actions were not just self-defeating but they were proving him to be a dreadful alpha. Anthony deserved better and for as long as he had the omega under his care, he could not be swept away by desolated thoughts.

Feeling determined, if no happier, Loki shifted enough to look down at the still sleeping omega. Some of the ribbons had come undone overnight and as much as Loki delighted in them, he knew it would be best to see them removed.

He took a moment to simply admire the sight of the omega at peace, laying in his bed and in his arms. He dared to untangle one arm and run his fingers over the ribbons he could see. He paused when he reached Anthony’s shoulder. He did not risk exploring his skin, merely moving to the man’s hair. It only took a few strokes before he began to stir.

He opened his eyes groggily, Loki smiled gently.

“Good morning, Anthony,” he said softly. “Would you like kaffik and breakfast?”

“Mmm,” Anthony hummed.

He closed his eyes and rolled in Loki’s arms. The pelts shifted as he pressed his face against Loki’s neck. Loki sucked in a sharp breath, especially when his free hand ended up pressed against Anthony’s naked back. He had not noticed the man’s nakedness as much when he’d been covered in the pelts, now it seemed all the more obvious.

They had not touched in this way. There had always been clothing between them. Loki swallowed harshly. He ran his hand tentatively over the omega’s back. Anthony let out a soft noise and pressed back against his palm.

Stop, his mind shouted.

He knew if he continued, he would only do something inexcusable. Closing his eyes, Loki forced his hand from Anthony’s back and rested it on the pelts. The heat of Anthony’s skin still felt burned against him.

“Shall I get kaffik?” Loki questioned again.

It was a miracle his voice wasn’t rougher – and the little that was there could easily be blamed on it being early morning.

“Don’t wanna move,” Anthony complained.

He shifted again, the action only moving the pelts further and allowing Anthony’s arms a better grip around his waist. When the man’s hands started to skim under his shirt, Loki sucked in a breath.

Briefly, ludicrously, he thought to call his seidr and have it teleport him away – but he wouldn’t be so ridiculous. He was an alpha. He was a master of magic. He would not be controlled by his instincts.

Staring at the wall ahead, Loki breathed deeply and let it out slowly. He did not feel better, but he was determined to put the needs of his omega before his own.

“You will not have to,” he answered. “I will be the one moving.”

“Don’t want you to move,” Anthony muttered.

Loki’s breath caught. That was harder to fight against. His omega wanted them together, and oh, how he wanted to accept and stay curled around the man. But this was one situation where it would be better if Anthony did not get what he wanted.

“You need food,” Loki insisted. “And we have spent too long in bed lately. There are other things we could be doing.”

Loki did not have anything particular in mind, but to his surprise, Anthony seemed to rouse at the notion. He pulled back enough that Loki could look down into the man’s face. His gaze was becoming more focused. Loki quickly realised what it meant.

“Do you have somewhere in mind, Anthony?”

Anthony’s teeth caught his bottom lip in a brief, nervous gesture. His gaze fell to Loki’s chest. His arms pulled away from Loki’s waist and Loki had to carefully keep his face from showing his confliction over the gesture.

“Do you think we could stop by my forge?”

Loki could barely control the rush of longing and eagerness that swept through him. He was being invited into Anthony’s home. The space where he made his creations, where his scent was everywhere and Anthony felt most happy.

They had only been in Loki’s chambers so far, to be welcomed into Anthony’s space was an act not only of trust but of intimacy. And Loki wanted it.

“Of course,” he whispered.

Anthony relaxed immediately and melted back against him; his hands pressed to Loki’s chest, catching in his tunic. This time, Loki barely thought before drawing Anthony closer. His hands touched skin and he almost didn't notice. All he wanted to do was go immediately to the man’s forge. He wanted to see what made up the omega’s work station – to have him describe the items and things around the space.

It made him offer something he’d never before considered. “Would you like us to have breakfast there?”

Anthony lifted his head, showcasing his wide smile.

“Can we?”

“Of course.”

Anthony was instantly enthused and he even pushed away from Loki and up off the bed. He was already speaking of bathing while they waited for the food to arrive.

Although Loki would normally miss the touch of the man against him, Loki found he could not feel it now. Watching the omega’s blatant joy, there was no place Loki would rather be than the man’s home, learning it as well as Anthony now knew his own.

It took a number of minutes for everything to be prepared. The servant had to arrive, take their order and bring it to them. Anthony bathed first and Loki was disappointed to see the ribbons go and his clothing change. He still smelled of Loki and their intermingled scents, but he missed the sight of the man in green. He knew it was for the best, but his instincts still scratched at him. It was why he took his own bath, hoping to wash away his turbulent feelings and growing guilt.

Once the food was brought to them, Loki gripped the man’s shoulder. It had been decided earlier that they would teleport rather than walk and Anthony's eagerness only further endeared him to Loki. His seidr wrapped around them and smoothly brought them to the forge door. He had rarely seen Anthony so animated as he pushed open his forge and they stepped inside.

Loki remembered it from his earlier visit, but the sight seemed somehow more welcoming and warmer with the omega inside. Anthony ran his hands over one of the wooden benches. He then touched some parchment with designs scratched on it and a broken quill. He took the quill, bringing it to his lips to chew on the end. Loki smiled and felt his heart swell at the absent gesture.

“Should you not eat some bread, rather than a writing implement?”

Anthony turned to him, looking wide-eyed and confused until he glanced down and pulled the quill away. He seemed oddly embarrassed, only further indicating it was a common, if absent-minded habit.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry. I’m not usually away so long.” He smiled sheepishly. “We can go upstairs?”

He started to move, but Loki interjected, “No. Why not eat here? If you can clear a space, I see no reason why we can’t.”

Anthony’s answering grin was both shy and pleased.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

Loki nodded and Anthony eagerly went to a workbench and started lifting and shuffling things. Loki winced a little at the noise and careless removal and dropping of items, but he assumed the man would not damage anything he could not repair or throw.

When the space was large enough for the tray, Loki placed it down. Anthony hurried to grab two stools and bring them to the table. When he finished, he seemed a little nervous.

“They’re just work stools,” he said. “You can conjure something if you want?”

Loki reached for Anthony and drew the omega close. Anthony pressed against him eagerly. He pressed a kiss to Anthony’s hair, unable to curb the desire.

“It is wonderful, Anthony. How can I find fault in a place chosen for the practicality of one’s craft? I have rested on chairs far worse in Vanaheim libraries.”

Anthony chuckled. “Rhodey tells me I should get worse stools. Maybe then, I might leave my forge to sleep or eat.”

“A wise suggestion,” Loki acknowledged. “But I also think it is equally possible to merely bring you a meal.”

He gestured pointedly at the tray.

“Bring me food here,” Anthony mumbled. “I might never leave.”

I am sure I could provide you with incentives to do so.

Loki swallowed down the words, not wanting them to be misunderstood. Or rather correctly interpreted. It would only make Anthony jerk back and stare at him with shock and growing horror.

It wasn’t even a craving for physical intimacy that he was alluding to. It was the ability to wrap his arms around Anthony and request the omega leave to rest, take care of himself and reacquaint Loki with the man’s scent. It was a desire to keep him safe and protected.

“Well, today at least,” Loki said, refusing to air any of his thoughts. “You will not have to. We shall eat and then do whatever you wish.”

Anthony shifted, his head resting against Loki’s shoulder.

“I might not leave my forge,” he said, seemingly giving the words as a warning.

“I am quite capable of conjuring a book.”

He’d drawled the words, but he had been serious. The omega seemed to realise and the way he relaxed bodily and gave a heavy sigh made Loki wonder how many people – how many alphas had offered to stay with Anthony in his place of creation.

Loki could not believe people had been so foolish as to refuse. Loki knew there was no grander gesture of trust than to be around a master when he worked. There were very few Loki would allow around him when deep among his spell books and ingredients. For many years it had only been his mother, now he knew it would be Anthony too.

And perhaps it was not the same for Anthony, he did, after all, have patrons entering his forge throughout his days. But Loki did not think he was wrong in his assumption. The man’s craft was precious to him. Why else would he seek time around it while in his heat?

And it was why, despite suggesting a book, Loki enquired, “What pieces have you been working on?”

Loki knew it was the right question by the way Anthony pulled away as he had earlier in the morning. His eyes were bright and he looked eager to speak about his pursuits and the new forging method he was attempting. While Loki was interested to hear the explanations, Loki could not help but notice something different in the man. It took a moment for him to realise it was his scent.

He continued to listen to Anthony, to nod and answer where applicable (while still making certain the man ate and drank his food. He would not fail on that duty no matter how much he liked hearing the man talk) but he was also trying to puzzle out the change. He thought, at first, it was merely the change of scenery influencing it, but when Anthony brought him a vambrace and explained the intricate detailing, the man was close enough that something clicked within his mind.

And what he realised found his heart falling.

Because, it was only a small change, but Loki knew it was just the beginning. It would not take long until the scent would shift entirely. Because Anthony was coming out of his heat. The omega had not noticed it yet, but it was as plain as day to Loki. Anthony’s body was readjusting and that meant, within the next day, the omega would have no further need of him anymore.

His time as Anthony’s alpha was about to run out.

He didn’t know what he had done in reaction to his realisation, but Anthony stopped mid-description. He also brought a hand to Loki’s wrist.

“Loki?” he questioned, sounding concerned. “What is the matter?”

Loki’s lips parted, but he did not know what to say. Yet, it seemed he didn’t have to, as it only took a few seconds for Anthony’s face to shift. Realisation making his face slacken before it cleared abruptly from emotion. Loki hated it. So far, he had been able to witness all the emotions cross the omega’s face, but with the ending of his heat, it seemed Anthony had regained the ability to squash his reactions.

“Anthony,” Loki murmured.

He lifted his free hand but wasn’t sure whether or not to touch. For a moment, Anthony didn’t seem to know what to do either, but after a moment, he closed his eyes. He also shuffled closer and rested his forehead against Loki’s chest. Loki sucked in a breath. He also curled his arm around the man’s waist.

“It’s still early in the day, isn’t it?” Anthony questioned.

And Loki abruptly knew it for what it was. Anthony wanted him to stay. He didn’t want the heat to end either – or perhaps, he just wasn’t yet ready to give up an alpha.

Or maybe he saw that you do not want to give him up yet?

Whatever the reason, Anthony had asked and that meant, Loki could put off the truth for a little while longer.

“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes. “Yes. It’s still early in the day.”

“And we can stay here?”

“As long as you wish.”

There was a pause before Anthony asked, his voice softer, “Even overnight?”

Loki’s heartrate increased and his hand twitched. He wanted to tighten his grip and pull Anthony closer. Instead, he merely lowered his head and brushed a kiss to the man’s hair in a familiar gesture. Something that, all too soon, would be lost to him.

“Of course, Anthony.”

Anthony let out a heavy breath. He also nodded, the gesture rubbing his forehead against Loki’s tunic. They didn’t speak again, and Loki knew that their embrace would soon grow dangerous. Because he could feel his instincts bubbling under his skin, demanding that he say something – do something to keep the omega he wanted from slipping away.

“Why don’t you show me more of your creations?” Loki said, hoping it would distract them both. “You had not finished explaining your new technique.”

Anthony remained against him, unmoving. He thought the man might be about to refuse, or perhaps demand they cuddle for longer.

Instead, his voice was far too soft and unsure, “You’re not bored?”

Loki felt a wave of anger on the man’s behalf and barely stamped it down in time.

“How could I be bored when faced with such intelligence and passion?” Loki questioned fiercely. “Your craft is not one I am familiar with, but it is no less engaging nor incredible for the amount of finesse and talent required.”

Anthony lifted his head by the end of Loki’s impassioned words. The omega’s eyes were wide and his expression rife with too much emotion for Loki to parse. It reminded him of the beginning of the heat, when Anthony was overwhelmed easily. But there was no reason for it now – and yet, he looked as if something might erupt from him.

“Anthony?” He questioned, feeling worried.

He raised his hand instinctively. His fingers brushed Anthony’s cheek. But he barely made contact before Anthony was abruptly turning away. He heard the man pull in a harsh breath before he crossed the room. Loki gritted his teeth, feeling shame and hurt rush through him. He curled his fingers into a fist and placed his hands behind his back.

“Daggers are your favourite weapon, aren’t they, Loki?”

It was something every Aesir knew and no one need ask. Despite the unnecessary and obvious question, Loki answered, “They are.”

“I have some Alfheim blades I’m reconstructing. I found them in a market, rusted and ornamental. I wanted to revitalise them.”

Genuinely curious, Loki closed the distance, watching the man carefully as he did, but Anthony made no show of being uncomfortable. He still took care not to stand too close as he looked over the man’s shoulder. He was shifting parchment and items aside until he was able to pull out the fine silver blades.

They were indeed old and very mistreated, but Loki could see what Anthony had; potential.

He took one, not missing the shiver of warmth when his skin touched Anthony’s. He tested the weight of it and examined the old, faded carvings. Whomever had crafted them was a master and it was a true shame that they had met such disarray in the resulting years.

“They are very fine,” he acknowledged. “Mistreated and in need of maintenance, but very fine indeed.”

He held it back out to Anthony. He took it, his gaze on the blade rather than Loki.

“They will take me some time to revise,” Anthony said quietly, “and I am no master of the weapon.” He lifted his head, looking wary. “Perhaps, you could visit me as I reshape them?”

Loki sucked in a sharp breath. Yearning fought with happiness and a sharp spike of worry. Because they had never associated outside the feasting halls. Loki had acknowledged that the man had the potential to be a friend or companion, but he had never truly envisioned it as a possibility. He was too disliked, too unwelcome for Anthony to ever consider outside their bantering conversations.

And yet, Anthony had chosen him. Anthony had invited him here – and now, he wanted him back after the heat. Not as an alpha, not in the way Loki truly wanted, but he would still be with Anthony.

“I would enjoy that,” Loki said lowly, meaning every word.

Anthony smiled, he also ducked his head, hiding his features. He looked at the dagger, his fingers stroking the handle. Loki wished to cover them with his own. He placed his hands behind his back, clenching them tightly.

“And when I am done,” Anthony continued. “Well, I have no use for daggers. I know you have many, but if you would like them…?”

Loki’s lips parted and for a brief moment, he felt elated at being given a gift, being crafted something by the one he coveted – but then a bitter thought whispered through his mind. Something he had witnessed countless times. It soured the invitation and the offer until he could barely keep his shoulders from slumping.

“You owe me no gifts, Anthony,” Loki whispered, unable to keep the ache from his words. “I do not act as your alpha for any reason other than because you asked – because I wished to.”

Anthony’s head snapped up, he looked at Loki with surprise. He was also quick to fumble the daggers onto the desk. He stepped forward and gripped Loki’s tunic with his hands before pressing his face to Loki’s chest.

“No,” Anthony insisted fiercely, the sound slightly muffled. “No. This is not what it is, Loki. I want to give these to you. I know you will like them – you will use them. You have cared for me and I… I want to know you are safe. If you have two more daggers, if those imbeciles attack you then you have something of mine to… to…”

“Oh,” Loki breathed, looking down at the man with faint awe. “You wish to protect me.”

Anthony nodded his head, grinding it against Loki’s chest, but not verbally answering. It was too much and Loki wrapped his arms around the man in a hug. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the top of Anthony’s head.

“If that is what you wish, then I would be grateful and honoured to have the daggers, Anthony.”

Anthony relaxed completely at his words, releasing a heavy sigh of relief. Loki made a shushing noise and stroked his back.

Standing in Anthony’s forge with the omega in his arms, Loki no longer knew what was right or wrong. He wanted Anthony desperately and every action the man made only filled his heart with greater affection. The omega’s heat would end in only a few hours and while he now knew he could return and speak with the man – he did not know what changes might occur.

Because, no matter what Anthony said now, everything could change. The change in hormones and instincts could leave Anthony disinclined to spend undue amounts of time with him. The daggers might still be his - he trusted Anthony’s word enough for that – but everything else? Loki couldn’t believe it.

The way the man was pressed against him was further proof of his susceptibility to emotions. The laws for heats made everything plain and Loki had no choice but to accept the truth. What Anthony said today and what he said tomorrow would be two different things. He had to prepare himself for that.

But, as long as he gave Anthony no reason to hate or criticise him, maybe he could visit the man again. Maybe, in time, the omega would learn to see past the feelings Loki had developed. And even if he did not, Loki hoped that he would still have daggers to lock in the box he had made for any omegas who sought him.

Because Loki already knew he would never use the box for any other. Anthony was the only omega he wanted and that meant, no other would satisfy or gain access to his rooms.

Loki had made his choice, and now, he would have to live with it.

It took them some time to break apart, but once they did, Anthony did not start work on the daggers as Loki half expected. Instead, he merely pottered around his forge. Tidying things or pulling down designs to touch and observe. Often, he would explain them to Loki, showing him the finer details or complaining about a ludicrous request asked of him.

Loki had stood and watched him for some time, merely enjoying the sight, sounds and scents. But after an hour had passed, he conjured the book he had mentioned and took a seat on the stool. He made sure to always be available for Anthony, but the man was content to merely reacquaint with his workroom.

Eventually, he came to join Loki and asked what he was reading. It soon found Loki reciting the book to Anthony as he meandered around the space. Anthony would chime in often with his commentary, and sometimes they would pause to merely discuss and debate the subject matter. They were both smiling even as they disagreed.

Loki felt it was an example of how they could spend their days if only they were given the chance.

When Anthony became unable to find something to do without beginning to forge, Loki encouraged him further into the house so that he could prepare the man a meal. As he’d noticed the first time he’d been in the omega’s house, the scent of the man was less concentrated in these areas. Despite this, Loki hunted through the kitchen for a decent source of energy. There was precious little to find, but he located enough cheese and cured meat to serve his purpose.

He brought it to the living space where Anthony had chairs beside a fire he was stoking. Loki took a seat and offered the tray. Anthony only looked past him, frowning at the chairs. It was the work of moments for him to alter them into a settee. He then conjured the pelt from his chambers. He was rewarded by Anthony smiling.

Loki settled them on the cushions, opening his arm for Anthony to press against him. The pelts laid over their legs and Anthony sighed softly and rested his head on Loki’s shoulder. Despite the food resting on Loki’s lap, neither of them reached for it.

Loki was merely enjoying the closeness, it had only been a few hours and they had shared a room, but Loki had still greatly missed this. He believed Anthony had too. The omega’s hand came to rest on Loki’s chest. He stroked the green material.

I will miss this, Loki thought with a sharp ache.

“Can you read some more?” Anthony asked quietly.

Unwilling to deny Anthony anything, Loki teleported the book into his hand. He found the last page they had been on and began to speak. As he did, Anthony started to reach for the food and eat.

It was a beautiful, peaceful, intimate afternoon and Loki never wanted it to end. He wanted to stay Anthony’s alpha forever.

It was enough to make his voice briefly falter. Anthony’s head immediately raised so he could look at Loki. He felt the omega’s gaze, but tried to ignore it as he smoothed his voice and kept reading. However, he only managed a few paragraphs when Anthony’s hand covered the pages and pushed down the book. Loki’s gaze was forced to turn to Anthony.

“Loki,” Anthony said, his voice firm and his gaze concerned. “What bothers you?”

Loki swallowed around a dry throat. He felt his yearning claw at him. His instincts all but howled to be expressed. Loki was struggling to push them down, to pretend he was fine – to lie. But Anthony touched his cheek. His fingertips were gentle as they brushed his jaw. His gaze was so very tender and Loki found words slipping free.

“I will miss being your alpha,” he breathed.

They were not half as damning as some of the other things he could have said, but he still felt shameful for saying them. For burdening Anthony with feelings that should not be expressed. Oh, what he had said was innocent enough, but it was what lurked underneath that burned like acid on his tongue.

Anthony’s fingers stroked his jaw. His eyes remained soft and warm.

“I will miss being your omega,” he replied, just as quietly.

Loki’s heart wanted to leap. His instincts, for a brief moment, felt pleased – and then everything changed.

Because Anthony’s fingers stopped moving and Anthony moved forward. Loki did not expect it – did not understand it, until the omega’s lips were against his own. Loki’s body jolted at the simple sensation. His body rushed with desire, need, delight and possession.

He gave a sound between a moan and a growl and he dropped his book to catch the omega’s cheeks. He kissed him back hungrily, with burning need and open longing. And Anthony whimpered. He gripped Loki’s wrists and kissed back.

And it was bliss, for a few moments Loki felt as if the Norns had shone a perfect, wonderful, favouring light on him. But then he shifted and the platter of food fell to the ground with an almighty clatter. They broke apart and Loki looked down at it with confusion. The food had spilled, his book was among the mess and their pelt had half fallen off his lap.

Their pelt.

It hit like a lightning bolt, shocking sense back into him and making dread and guilt hit hard enough to crumple him. He did bowl over. He let Anthony go and curled in on himself. He gave a pained whine, his body feeling the sharp agony of raging instincts suddenly felled.

“Loki?” Anthony questioned, concern in his voice.

He touched Loki’s hair and Loki flinched away violently. He wanted to whine again, but he bit hard on his lip and kept the sound contained. His arms wrapped around his stomach and he closed his eyes against the pain.

“Loki?” Anthony asked again, sounding almost panicked.

It ached him almost as much as his own self-inflicted wounds. For he had done this to himself – to them. And he needed to fix it, needed to help the omega rather than ruining things further.

“I am sorry,” he forced out. “I should not have… I am at fault.” He breathed shakily. “I should never have gone this far. I did this. I influenced this-”

“Loki?” Anthony asked, sounding confused. “What are you speaking about?”

He touched Loki’s hair again and this time, while he did flinch, Anthony didn’t pull away. He stroked the strands in a soothing gesture. But despite the intention, Loki could not be soothed. He didn’t even wish to keep speaking, but he knew it would be better now than before the Allfather.

Oh, he knew he would be brought there eventually, but he could try and fix things now. Try and at least plead forgiveness.

“The kiss,” Loki hissed. “I am sorry, Anthony. I should not have…” he pulled in a harsh breath. “It was my foolish fault, and I-”

“Loki, Loki,” Anthony interjected.

He caught Loki’s chin and pulled up his head. Loki tried desperately to resist, but to fulfill a request of the omega he yearned for would always be too strong for him to deny.

Anthony’s gaze looked upset and concerned. He stroked Loki’s chin with his thumb.

“Loki,” he said softly. “I kissed you.”

A bitter laugh erupted from his chest and he closed his eyes. His head bowed, but he didn’t pull from the warmth of Anthony’s hand.

“You are in heat,” Loki whispered wretchedly. “I am at fault for this. I should never have remained here. I should have left.”

Another whimper escaped despite his efforts to keep them at bay. Like a wounded animal, his instincts found him desperate to express his grief and apology.

“Loki, Loki,” Anthony repeated.

He shifted and before Loki could react, the omega was drawing him up and then straddling him. Loki made a noise of distress, but Anthony shushed him, he also placed his face in the curve of Loki’s neck.

It calmed his rapid pulse, even though Loki knew it shouldn’t. He should be pushing the omega away, fleeing and throwing himself before his parents. He could admit his faults and plead to be secluded from Anthony lest he do something to add further regret to the situation.

Anthony grabbed his hands. He placed them on his back, trying to encourage Loki to hug him. But he couldn’t move his arms. He was afraid to – and yet, he could not move away. The omega in his arms was already calming his heart. It did not ease his guilt, pain or regret, but his panic was slowly ebbing.

He should not comfort me. I do not deserve his comfort.

“You did not do anything wrong, Loki,” Anthony said softly.

“I did everything wrong,” Loki admitted. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at Anthony and be tempted to nuzzle or kiss his hair. “I… I want you. I want to claim you.”

He felt Anthony suck in a sharp breath. Loki squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“I fell for you,” he admitted, his voice raw. “And I should have removed myself as your alpha the moment I knew.”

“Loki,” Anthony breathed.

He sounded purely shocked. There was no condemnation – yet. And Loki found his tongue loosening and confessions spilling unfiltered from his lips.

“You are perfect, Anthony. I could not – how any alpha has had you and not fallen, I could not know. I do not care that you are my first and only. I need not experience others to know you are astounding.” He gripped the man’s shirt instinctively. “I did not want to lose you – to lose this. I did not know that I would influence you. Had I been aware, I would have left the moment I knew what I felt. I swear, Anthony-”

Anthony lifted his head and Loki cut off as he met the warm brown eyes he had come to adore so very much. He held his breath, feeling terrified of what the man would say.

“I never want you to leave,” he said.

Loki’s breath hitched. “Anthony-”

The omega shook his head. He lowered his hands and wiggled them between their chests. He clenched his hands in Loki’s tunic. He held Loki’s gaze with sharp, fiery eyes. His chin was tilted stubbornly and his voice was firm.

“You’ve been the only alpha I’ve wanted for months.” Loki’s eyes widened, but Anthony wasn’t finished. “I was so certain you’d say no when I approached you. I thought I’d have no chance. I thought, all the omegas in Asgard, you’d have your pick.” He abruptly scowled. “I do not know how anyone has been so foolish. You are… you are everything and I’ve been yearning to have this. I’ve been fearful of the heat ending and losing you. Losing this.” He clenched the tunic tighter. “Gods, Loki, I’ve loved you-”

His mouth snapped shut, his eyes flying wide. Loki’s emotions were swept away to leave nothing but shock. This time it was Anthony’s turn to give a small whine. He hunched his shoulders and Loki immediately held the man against him. He let Anthony hide his face as he tried to sooth him.

Even as he did, Loki’s mind was racing.

He found it impossible to imagine or believe that someone – especially the one he wanted might love him. Loki could not even say the same, not yet. His passions and feelings were growing with every minute. His instincts, mind and heart had all claimed Anthony, and yet, to say the words with such conviction, he couldn’t yet do it.

That Anthony could, it defied all reason.

And yet…

“You love me,” he whispered.

Anthony made another small noise. He pressed closer to Loki’s neck.

“Loki,” he pleaded, sounding small and insecure.

And it was that, which made Loki realise this was a terrible time and place to discuss anything like this.

“You are in your heat,” Loki whispered. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t speak of this. There are laws-”

“To Hel with laws,” Anthony hissed. “I know how I feel, Loki.”

Loki swallowed thickly. “Even so. What you feel today and what you feel tomorrow-”

“Won’t change,” Anthony insisted. “They can’t change. I loved you before my heat and I’ll love you after it. I’ll want you. I’ll always want you. Gods, you have no idea. No idea how much I’ve wanted to plead with you to stay. To claim me.”

“Anthony,” Loki’s voice was strangled.

“I want you,” Anthony said, sounding completely wrecked.

The words – the emotion, it finally broke him.

“Alright,” he whispered. He brought a tentative hand to Anthony’s hair, stroking the strands. “Alright,” he said again, trying to make the words come out firm. “I… I want you too,” he admitted. He licked his lips. “But we will speak of this more when your heat ends-”

“Loki-”

“No,” Loki said, his voice a sharp order. “I cannot accept it otherwise, Anthony. I… I c-can’t.”

His voice cracked on the word and it was enough to make Anthony give a soft sound and nuzzle his neck. Loki’s eyes closed at the comforting touch. He let out a shaky breath. He felt no more confident or calm, but he dared to stroke the omega’s back.

While he desperately wanted to believe all the words were true, he couldn’t dare accept them. Not when the heat still prevailed Anthony’s scent. Not when emotions and instincts were running high. In the morning, when Anthony was clear headed, that was when he would know for sure what Anthony felt.

If it turned out to be a twisting of the heat, he would accept the consequences. But if it was not and if Anthony meant it… Loki would kiss the man until there was no breath left in their lungs. Because if the omega he coveted truly wanted him and would accept his claim, Loki would not waste a moment in calling him ‘mine’.

They merely had to wait until morning.

It was a difficult afternoon.

Anthony clung to him tighter than ever before. He also sent Loki worried looks at every turn as if fearing he would disappear.

After they had tidied the food and Loki had cleaned the pelt, Anthony had wanted them to curl up on the settee together, but Loki had been wary. He had even suggested Anthony call Rhodes and that Loki leave until the heat had run its cause. Anthony’s refusal had been loud and immediate. He’d also tackled Loki in restricting hug, refusing to let him go until he promised to stay. After that, he’d had no choice but to concede to cuddling on the couch with the pelt wrapped around them.

Anthony requested Loki read again and he complied. Yet, despite trying to remain unaffected by what had occurred, Loki couldn’t. Every spot that they touched felt electrified. His mind kept thinking on Anthony’s words, desperately hoping they would prove real.

Loki did not think either of them absorbed any of the information he recited.

When evening fell, they remained just as ill at ease. Anthony did not let him go to the palace for food. He gripped Loki’s wrist tightly and pleaded for him to stay. Loki was not hungry and even Anthony seemed disinclined to eat, so he agreed.

Directly after, Anthony requested they go immediately to bed.

Loki had felt a spike of longing followed by a wave of discomfort and fear. Anthony seemed to have understood all of it. He held tight to Loki’s wrist while keeping their gazes locked.

“I will still want you here tomorrow morning, Loki,” he’d whispered. “I promise you this will not change.”

But Loki couldn’t believe it. He wanted to, but he knew there was too much at stake. He had not spoken a word of disagreement. He had merely nodded, but they’d both known he’d had his doubts. Despite his internal debates and uncertainty, he had let the omega led him to the bed. Loki had used magic to change his clothing and turned his back when Anthony changed into his evening wear. Every rustle of fabric had felt loud and flooded him with longing.

When he had finished and the omega had coaxed him into the bed, Loki felt more on edge than ever. Anthony had merely pressed against him and wrapped his arms around Loki’s waist.

“I will still want you tomorrow,” Anthony had promised, whispering the words against his neck. “You will still be my alpha.”

Loki had closed his eyes and brought his hands to Anthony’s back, stroking him through his tunic, but unwilling to give any response.

Sleep, predictably, did not come easy that night. He stared at the roof of Anthony’s bed chamber for hours and counted the minutes. He also rested fitfully, staying attuned to Anthony’s scent every time he woke. He would breathe it in, noticing each small change as the heat continued to drain from his body.

Loki woke in the early morning, long before the birds had risen or the sun had coloured the sky. But he woke, because Anthony shifted against him. When he opened his eyes, he found the room still shadowed but Anthony leaning above him and looking down.

Loki blinked and when he breathed in, he smelt it. The heat was over.

He tensed but a moment later, there were fingers on his jaw. He could barely see the man, but he did not need to see Anthony when the only thing the omega did was press their lips together. Loki released a small noise of shock and longing. His arms curled around the omega’s back, his fingers burying in the ends of the man’s hair.

They broke apart and Anthony nuzzled the side of his face.

“Tell me,” Loki said, desperation in his voice. “Tell me what you feel for me, Anthony.”

Anthony shifted enough to brush his lips to Loki’s cheek.

“It hasn’t changed, Loki,” he whispered, kissing him again.

Loki let out a rough breath and held him tighter.

“But I do not express my feelings the same way when I’m not in heat,” Anthony continued. He gave a rough laugh. “You were right in that.” He nuzzled Loki again. “So do not expect me to whine and beg for your attention. Nor will I recite sonnets depicting my feelings. I will not want you pestering me at every turn but I… I do want you, Loki. I want you as my alpha.”

Loki shuddered. He also turned Anthony’s head and kissed him again. There were no words to describe Loki’s elation nor the way his instincts screamed with contentment and joy.

When they broke apart, Loki moved his hands to cup Anthony’s cheeks. He also sent a spark of seidr to the wall sconces. The room filled with a soft light. They both blinked a few times to adjust, but once they did, Loki could only take in the sight of his omega. Anthony was smiling and his eyes were soft.

“I have always promised to do whatever you wish and nothing more,” Loki replied. “I will do everything to make you happy, during and outside of your heat. I do not need the words you gave me earlier – I just need to know they are true.”

“They are Loki,” Anthony said. He lowered his head until their foreheads rested together. “They have been true for months.” He chuckled. “I hate my heat, but I was almost eager for it this time, because I hoped that it might involve having you.”

Loki had to kiss him again, but when they parted, he encouraged Anthony to lay in the circle of his arms. Anthony hands came around him and for the first time since Loki had learned how he felt, he could completely relax into their embraces and touches.

“You will have me every heat,” Loki promised. “Every day. I will claim you for eternity, Anthony.”

Anthony kissed him through his tunic. The touch was soft and affectionate.

“Good, because I’m not giving you up.”

Loki sighed happily and closed his eyes, feeling a wave of peace rush over him. Everything was entirely perfect.

“You will still bring me royal kaffik, right?”

And Loki laughed and looked down at the man in his arms. Anthony was smirking faintly and his eyes were bright with amusement and mischief. It only further proved that the heat was over – that the man from the royal feasts was back.

And Loki adored seeing it, because not only did it prove his feelings were true but it highlighted the man whom Loki had already liked and now could not wait to learn even better. He already knew it would not take long until he could match Anthony’s affections and tell him the same.

Because, if this was only a taste of what his life and future would hold, not only would Loki be happy, but he would finally have the love he had always dreamed of but doubted he would have.

And like yesterday, he felt as if the Norns had finally shone a wonderful, perfect beam of luck upon him – and he had never been more grateful.