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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.