Fic: "Worshiping the Trickster", a Loki/Jaina crack!ship fic Part One
Title: Worshiping the Trickster
Rating: PG for now, but later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Loki/Jaina Solo
Setting: Set after the events of Thor and the Dark Nest trilogy.
Summary: Loki is broken after the destruction of the bifrost. Jaina is broken after the events of the Dark Nest crisis. When Loki finds himself in a galaxy far, far away it's only natural for them to try to piece their fractured lives together.
Notes: I owe this all to a late night conversation on Facebook with a wonderful friend about our mutual obsession with Loki and Jaina, and her suggestion about how awesome it would be for the God of Mischief and the Trickster Goddess to get together. Naturally, the idea wouldn't leave my head so I did the only thing I could and started writing.
There had to be a way.
Barring any miraculous repair of the bifrost or a rather abrupt change of heart on Heimdall’s part, Loki knew that he had very few options for a return to Asgard. Of course, there were...other means of making the journey. But they weren’t exactly what one would call reliable. Or safe, for that matter. The spells required for travelling such a distance while trying not to bring about any attention to the fact that he was trying to travel said distance in the first place were extraordinarily complex.
So it was really just a matter of trial and error, and Loki was quickly losing what little patience he had left.
His first attempt failed so miserably that he had considered wiping his own memory of the outcome.
The next ten attempts were slightly better, if you ignored the fact that each time he nearly lost consciousness and it took him nearly a full three days to regain enough strength to try again.
Attempts eleven through thirty were much better, except that one time where he’d magicked himself into the center of a tree.
Now that had been interesting. If one defined interesting as a lingering fear of woodland creatures.
He’d returned to Midgard after that (for some reason he could always return back to Midgard without any complications) and was quite ready to resign himself to staking Erik Selvig and Jane Foster and hope that their feeble attempts to open their own version of the bifrost would come to fruition.
Soon.
As in this millenia.
The God of Mischief was feeling rather down on himself after that, and, already far too accustomed to Midgardian rituals of what to do when one felt down on one’s self, got drunk. It did take a fair amount of alcohol (pitiful stuff compared to Asgardian Ale) to even start getting a buzz. And, to his annoyance, he discovered that most establishments had a limit on just how many drinks you could purchase before they cut you off. By some miracle, he didn’t turn that last bartender into a frog (though he desperately wanted to) and was only slightly beyond buzzed as he stumbled out into the night.
Now, Loki was normally one to scoff at the petty little mortals. Their dress, their manner of speak, their ridiculous obsession with such antiquated notions of love and kindness. But, as he came to the rather unfortunate decision to try one more jump to Asgard, remembered the Midgardian warnings about drinking and driving. Magical interdimensional travel was not quite the same as operating one of those preposterous Midgardian vehicles, but the necessity to be sober and coherent were still there.
Of course, that was the last thing on his mind as he felt the whoosh of air and the slightly disorienting sensation of leaving an entire dimension behind.
He just hoped that he wouldn’t wind up in a tree again.
~~~~~
Jaina had been meditating (quite peacefully, thank you very much) when there was, literally, a disturbance in the Force. And a rather big one, too. She was in the midst of eliminating all the possible causes of said disturbance (it wasn’t that second nerf burger she had at lunch, or the rather temperamental climate of Ossus) when something, or maybe someone, fell from the sky and landed about ten feet away from her.
It wasn’t every day that something fell from the sky. Especially on Ossus when the most exciting thing to happen in months had been Lando ‘accidentally’ leaving behind an entire shipment of Corellian brandy and several sabacc decks.
Not sensing any immediate danger, Jaina left her lightsaber hanging at her hip for the moment as she stood to investigate the disturbance. As she approached she was able to quickly conclude that the something was in fact a someone. A male, maybe in his thirties or so, dressed in what looked like a mix of leather and armor. He also had dark hair (Seriously? Just how many men in her life could have dark hair?) that fell below his ears and, as far as she could tell, he was remarkably unharmed for having just fallen from the sky.
A quick scan of the surrounding area eliminated the possibility of her mystery man falling from a skiff; her meditation spot of choice was rather secluded and not in any of the designated flight paths. There were also no buildings nearby for him to fall off of in a failed Force Jump attempt. And she knew he didn’t walk here, because she heard the distinct thud as he’d hit the ground.
Odd.
His presence in the Force was odd as well. Jaina had never met Master Yoda, or any other Jedi Masters as old or as powerful, but she figured that they’d feel something like he did; impossibly old, yet refined. Honed. Even unconscious, she could tell that whoever he was, he’d not be someone to trifle with. It wasn’t necessarily a dark sensation either, more...mischievous, if that made any sense. And she was also fairly certain that he was not Force sensitive, though there were the odd branches of Force users who took pains to hide the fact from others that they were Force users at all.
She was in the midst of adding more layers to this current mystery when his groans interrupted her thoughts. Not wanting his first conscious image to be that of a strange woman towering over him, Jaina lowered herself back to the ground, settling down about two feet away from him. It was about the most unassuming position she could take and didn’t immediately draw attention to the deadly weapon hanging at her hip. Speaking from experience (and there were just a few too many for her comfort) waking up to unassuming was much more pleasant than waking up to intimidating.
The mystery man stirred as he let out another groan, his presence in the Force glaring to life while consciousness returned to his body. He sat up, not as slowly as she would have guessed for someone who had fallen out of the sky, and a moment later she was met by a pair of piercing green eyes.
Green eyes.
Really?
An offhanded and almost self deprecating comment about her penchant for men with dark hair and green eyes was forming on her lips, only to be cut off by her mystery man’s words.
“What world is this?”
His voice had an edge of irritation with a tinge of hope to it. The accent was no use in shedding some light on to who he was, though she had no problem in listening to him speak. It was almost melodic, though a little rough around the edges, like how she sounded (and felt) after having one too many Corellian brandies.
“Ossus.”
Surprise painted his face before she caught him washing it away, as though he hadn’t expected her to understand him. Or respond. Or maybe even be there at all.
“Ossus.” Just the way he repeated the name made the awful place about a thousand times less awful. She could see him working things out through a layer of confusion and if it weren’t such an utter violation of his privacy she would have reached out in the Force to get a better sense of what he was feeling. “What realm is this...Ossus...in?”
Realm? Now it was Jaina’s turn for confusion. Sure, Ossus was far from making the top ten list for vacation destinations, but just about everyone in the galaxy had heard of Ossus. “It’s in the Adega System.”
She knew before she’d even gotten the words out that he hadn’t meant that, and she could almost swear that she saw him roll his eyes at her.
“Is Ossus in the same realm as Midgard...as Earth?”
Earth? Midgard? Jaina liked to think that she was fairly well versed in the names of systems and planets, but those names weren’t ringing any bells. She could feel the frown forming on her face as she spotted one mirrored on his.
“No...Ossus is in the Auril sector. Which is in the Outer Rim Territories, if you want to get technical.”
Silence on his behalf. Silence that was ladened with more confusion and a hefty dose of frustration. And she didn’t even need the Force to gleam that much.
“Home of the Jedi Academy? Luke Skywalker?”
More silence, then, “What is your name, girl?”
Girl? She knew she should have been offended by that, but couldn’t bring herself to feel annoyed in the least. What she did feel, however, was quickly squashed and shoved away. Far, far away. Now was no time at all for such thoughts. Not when there was a mystery to solve.
“Jaina Solo.”
His reaction, or rather his utter lack of a reaction to her name pretty much sealed the deal; whoever he was, he was not from this galaxy. Because everyone did know who Jaina Solo was. If not her directly, the Solo name for certain. The guy hadn’t even batted an eyelash at hearing one of the most infamous last names in the galaxy. Part of her was baffled by this, but another part was almost jumping at the fact that there was finally someone who didn’t instantly know all the gritty details of the baggage that came with being a Solo.
Pity she had know idea who he was. Or, more importantly, where he came from.
“I am Loki.”
He must have read her thoughts. And given the sense of power she was still getting from him, she wouldn’t count that out. But there was also something curious about the way he’d almost paused after speaking his name, as though he wanted to say more but couldn’t decide what.
“So where exactly did you come from, Loki?” Blunt. Bordering on rude, but subtlety had never been one of her strong suits.
And he almost seemed...pleased, by her need for answers. So they sat there in the grass for what seemed like hours as Loki explained it all. Asgard, the nine realms, the bifrost, his use of magic. He had quickly glanced over someone named Thor and Odin, and it was painfully obvious that those two were not a popular subject. But the important bits to remember were that the bifrost had been destroyed and now Loki was using his magic to try to ‘jump’ back to Asgard.
As he finished up he leveled her with an expectant look, and Jaina, ever so eloquent, could only say “Oh.”
“‘Oh’? That is all? No accusation of lies? No demand for more evidence?” Loki almost seemed disappointed, as though he had hoped for to cower in fear or run away screaming. She hated to break it to the poor guy, but she had faced down far scarier monsters than him.
With a slightly over dramatic sigh, Jaina reached out to the nearest rock with the Force and let it float over him for a moment before setting it down at his feet.
“You are user of magic as well?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as well as a look of admiration. And mischief. Definitely a glint of mischief in those green eyes of his.
“No. Well. Yes. I suppose you could consider it that. We call it the Force.”
And then it was Jaina’s turn to take the next few hours explaining things to Loki. She too glanced over a few of the more painful moments, and tried not to dwell too much on Darth Vader or the rest of the Sith when he seemed a little too interested. But she was fairly certain she had given him the gist of things, and almost laughed when all he could do was respond with an “Oh” of his own. (Though his ‘oh’ was somehow far more dignified than hers).
“So, you can travel dimensions and wield magic without much of an explanation as to how. And I can use the Force without much of an explanation as to how, either. As far as I see it, we’re both pretty much even.”
Loki was silent for a long while, then he smiled. It was one of those lazy sort of smiles, the kind that slowly dragged out across his lips. It was also incredibly sexy, if you liked your sexy with a hint of danger to it.
He stood then, and held out his hand to help her out as though she had been the one to fall out of the sky. She didn’t mind though, and she also refused to acknowledge the tingle she felt when their hands joined. Jaina didn’t know much about Loki, but she knew enough to know that allowing herself to recognize that tingle would only bring a whole mess of complications. And the last thing Jaina needed in her life right now was a mess of complications.
“I think I am going to like it here on Ossus, Jaina Solo.” It was dark as they walked back towards the academy proper, but she could clearly hear the grin in his voice.
“Just don’t scare the younglings. Or take too much of Luke’s emergency hot chocolate stash.”
Rating: PG for now, but later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Loki/Jaina Solo
Setting: Set after the events of Thor and the Dark Nest trilogy.
Summary: Loki is broken after the destruction of the bifrost. Jaina is broken after the events of the Dark Nest crisis. When Loki finds himself in a galaxy far, far away it's only natural for them to try to piece their fractured lives together.
Notes: I owe this all to a late night conversation on Facebook with a wonderful friend about our mutual obsession with Loki and Jaina, and her suggestion about how awesome it would be for the God of Mischief and the Trickster Goddess to get together. Naturally, the idea wouldn't leave my head so I did the only thing I could and started writing.
There had to be a way.
Barring any miraculous repair of the bifrost or a rather abrupt change of heart on Heimdall’s part, Loki knew that he had very few options for a return to Asgard. Of course, there were...other means of making the journey. But they weren’t exactly what one would call reliable. Or safe, for that matter. The spells required for travelling such a distance while trying not to bring about any attention to the fact that he was trying to travel said distance in the first place were extraordinarily complex.
So it was really just a matter of trial and error, and Loki was quickly losing what little patience he had left.
His first attempt failed so miserably that he had considered wiping his own memory of the outcome.
The next ten attempts were slightly better, if you ignored the fact that each time he nearly lost consciousness and it took him nearly a full three days to regain enough strength to try again.
Attempts eleven through thirty were much better, except that one time where he’d magicked himself into the center of a tree.
Now that had been interesting. If one defined interesting as a lingering fear of woodland creatures.
He’d returned to Midgard after that (for some reason he could always return back to Midgard without any complications) and was quite ready to resign himself to staking Erik Selvig and Jane Foster and hope that their feeble attempts to open their own version of the bifrost would come to fruition.
Soon.
As in this millenia.
The God of Mischief was feeling rather down on himself after that, and, already far too accustomed to Midgardian rituals of what to do when one felt down on one’s self, got drunk. It did take a fair amount of alcohol (pitiful stuff compared to Asgardian Ale) to even start getting a buzz. And, to his annoyance, he discovered that most establishments had a limit on just how many drinks you could purchase before they cut you off. By some miracle, he didn’t turn that last bartender into a frog (though he desperately wanted to) and was only slightly beyond buzzed as he stumbled out into the night.
Now, Loki was normally one to scoff at the petty little mortals. Their dress, their manner of speak, their ridiculous obsession with such antiquated notions of love and kindness. But, as he came to the rather unfortunate decision to try one more jump to Asgard, remembered the Midgardian warnings about drinking and driving. Magical interdimensional travel was not quite the same as operating one of those preposterous Midgardian vehicles, but the necessity to be sober and coherent were still there.
Of course, that was the last thing on his mind as he felt the whoosh of air and the slightly disorienting sensation of leaving an entire dimension behind.
He just hoped that he wouldn’t wind up in a tree again.
~~~~~
Jaina had been meditating (quite peacefully, thank you very much) when there was, literally, a disturbance in the Force. And a rather big one, too. She was in the midst of eliminating all the possible causes of said disturbance (it wasn’t that second nerf burger she had at lunch, or the rather temperamental climate of Ossus) when something, or maybe someone, fell from the sky and landed about ten feet away from her.
It wasn’t every day that something fell from the sky. Especially on Ossus when the most exciting thing to happen in months had been Lando ‘accidentally’ leaving behind an entire shipment of Corellian brandy and several sabacc decks.
Not sensing any immediate danger, Jaina left her lightsaber hanging at her hip for the moment as she stood to investigate the disturbance. As she approached she was able to quickly conclude that the something was in fact a someone. A male, maybe in his thirties or so, dressed in what looked like a mix of leather and armor. He also had dark hair (Seriously? Just how many men in her life could have dark hair?) that fell below his ears and, as far as she could tell, he was remarkably unharmed for having just fallen from the sky.
A quick scan of the surrounding area eliminated the possibility of her mystery man falling from a skiff; her meditation spot of choice was rather secluded and not in any of the designated flight paths. There were also no buildings nearby for him to fall off of in a failed Force Jump attempt. And she knew he didn’t walk here, because she heard the distinct thud as he’d hit the ground.
Odd.
His presence in the Force was odd as well. Jaina had never met Master Yoda, or any other Jedi Masters as old or as powerful, but she figured that they’d feel something like he did; impossibly old, yet refined. Honed. Even unconscious, she could tell that whoever he was, he’d not be someone to trifle with. It wasn’t necessarily a dark sensation either, more...mischievous, if that made any sense. And she was also fairly certain that he was not Force sensitive, though there were the odd branches of Force users who took pains to hide the fact from others that they were Force users at all.
She was in the midst of adding more layers to this current mystery when his groans interrupted her thoughts. Not wanting his first conscious image to be that of a strange woman towering over him, Jaina lowered herself back to the ground, settling down about two feet away from him. It was about the most unassuming position she could take and didn’t immediately draw attention to the deadly weapon hanging at her hip. Speaking from experience (and there were just a few too many for her comfort) waking up to unassuming was much more pleasant than waking up to intimidating.
The mystery man stirred as he let out another groan, his presence in the Force glaring to life while consciousness returned to his body. He sat up, not as slowly as she would have guessed for someone who had fallen out of the sky, and a moment later she was met by a pair of piercing green eyes.
Green eyes.
Really?
An offhanded and almost self deprecating comment about her penchant for men with dark hair and green eyes was forming on her lips, only to be cut off by her mystery man’s words.
“What world is this?”
His voice had an edge of irritation with a tinge of hope to it. The accent was no use in shedding some light on to who he was, though she had no problem in listening to him speak. It was almost melodic, though a little rough around the edges, like how she sounded (and felt) after having one too many Corellian brandies.
“Ossus.”
Surprise painted his face before she caught him washing it away, as though he hadn’t expected her to understand him. Or respond. Or maybe even be there at all.
“Ossus.” Just the way he repeated the name made the awful place about a thousand times less awful. She could see him working things out through a layer of confusion and if it weren’t such an utter violation of his privacy she would have reached out in the Force to get a better sense of what he was feeling. “What realm is this...Ossus...in?”
Realm? Now it was Jaina’s turn for confusion. Sure, Ossus was far from making the top ten list for vacation destinations, but just about everyone in the galaxy had heard of Ossus. “It’s in the Adega System.”
She knew before she’d even gotten the words out that he hadn’t meant that, and she could almost swear that she saw him roll his eyes at her.
“Is Ossus in the same realm as Midgard...as Earth?”
Earth? Midgard? Jaina liked to think that she was fairly well versed in the names of systems and planets, but those names weren’t ringing any bells. She could feel the frown forming on her face as she spotted one mirrored on his.
“No...Ossus is in the Auril sector. Which is in the Outer Rim Territories, if you want to get technical.”
Silence on his behalf. Silence that was ladened with more confusion and a hefty dose of frustration. And she didn’t even need the Force to gleam that much.
“Home of the Jedi Academy? Luke Skywalker?”
More silence, then, “What is your name, girl?”
Girl? She knew she should have been offended by that, but couldn’t bring herself to feel annoyed in the least. What she did feel, however, was quickly squashed and shoved away. Far, far away. Now was no time at all for such thoughts. Not when there was a mystery to solve.
“Jaina Solo.”
His reaction, or rather his utter lack of a reaction to her name pretty much sealed the deal; whoever he was, he was not from this galaxy. Because everyone did know who Jaina Solo was. If not her directly, the Solo name for certain. The guy hadn’t even batted an eyelash at hearing one of the most infamous last names in the galaxy. Part of her was baffled by this, but another part was almost jumping at the fact that there was finally someone who didn’t instantly know all the gritty details of the baggage that came with being a Solo.
Pity she had know idea who he was. Or, more importantly, where he came from.
“I am Loki.”
He must have read her thoughts. And given the sense of power she was still getting from him, she wouldn’t count that out. But there was also something curious about the way he’d almost paused after speaking his name, as though he wanted to say more but couldn’t decide what.
“So where exactly did you come from, Loki?” Blunt. Bordering on rude, but subtlety had never been one of her strong suits.
And he almost seemed...pleased, by her need for answers. So they sat there in the grass for what seemed like hours as Loki explained it all. Asgard, the nine realms, the bifrost, his use of magic. He had quickly glanced over someone named Thor and Odin, and it was painfully obvious that those two were not a popular subject. But the important bits to remember were that the bifrost had been destroyed and now Loki was using his magic to try to ‘jump’ back to Asgard.
As he finished up he leveled her with an expectant look, and Jaina, ever so eloquent, could only say “Oh.”
“‘Oh’? That is all? No accusation of lies? No demand for more evidence?” Loki almost seemed disappointed, as though he had hoped for to cower in fear or run away screaming. She hated to break it to the poor guy, but she had faced down far scarier monsters than him.
With a slightly over dramatic sigh, Jaina reached out to the nearest rock with the Force and let it float over him for a moment before setting it down at his feet.
“You are user of magic as well?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, as well as a look of admiration. And mischief. Definitely a glint of mischief in those green eyes of his.
“No. Well. Yes. I suppose you could consider it that. We call it the Force.”
And then it was Jaina’s turn to take the next few hours explaining things to Loki. She too glanced over a few of the more painful moments, and tried not to dwell too much on Darth Vader or the rest of the Sith when he seemed a little too interested. But she was fairly certain she had given him the gist of things, and almost laughed when all he could do was respond with an “Oh” of his own. (Though his ‘oh’ was somehow far more dignified than hers).
“So, you can travel dimensions and wield magic without much of an explanation as to how. And I can use the Force without much of an explanation as to how, either. As far as I see it, we’re both pretty much even.”
Loki was silent for a long while, then he smiled. It was one of those lazy sort of smiles, the kind that slowly dragged out across his lips. It was also incredibly sexy, if you liked your sexy with a hint of danger to it.
He stood then, and held out his hand to help her out as though she had been the one to fall out of the sky. She didn’t mind though, and she also refused to acknowledge the tingle she felt when their hands joined. Jaina didn’t know much about Loki, but she knew enough to know that allowing herself to recognize that tingle would only bring a whole mess of complications. And the last thing Jaina needed in her life right now was a mess of complications.
“I think I am going to like it here on Ossus, Jaina Solo.” It was dark as they walked back towards the academy proper, but she could clearly hear the grin in his voice.
“Just don’t scare the younglings. Or take too much of Luke’s emergency hot chocolate stash.”