Fic: "Worshiping the Trickster", a Loki/Jaina crack!ship fic Part Two
Rating is still PG for this chapter.
And for those new to the Star Wars Extended Universe, the Star Wars wiki has a great entry on Jaina Solo to help you get better acquainted with her.
All things considered, the introduction of Loki to her uncle and the rest of the Jedi Masters currently on Ossus went fairly well. Of course it helped that they too were all users of a mystical power that had very little explanation, and more than a few of them had experienced something rather unexplainable in their lives. The only point of contention arose when it was clear that Loki wasn’t from this galaxy; it was a fair point of contention considering just how well things had gone the last time somebody from another galaxy had paid a visit to theirs.
After confirming that Loki was, in fact, not Vong or a member of any other extra-galactic race with intentions of destroying entire worlds, the masters went on their way leaving the two of them alone.
Somehow, now that they were back in the academy, Jaina felt a small amount of tension forming between them. Maybe it came from some sense of discomfort on his behalf, a feeling of uncertainty at being in a foreign place. But all she could pick up from him was curiosity, and an obvious need for rest. It was getting rather late, and while she was in no rush to sleep (or what passed as sleep for her, which was really just a glorified nap by the time she got her mind to calm down) Loki looked like he was ready to drop.
“Come on, I can find an empty room for you. That is, if you’re staying.” The last bit was almost rushed out as an afterthought. “Are you staying?”
She nearly cringed at hearing how much hope had been contained in that question. Jaina wanted to blame that hope on her own tiredness, and not at all on the fact that Loki represented something she had been waiting for her entire life- someone with no preconceived opinions of her, no expectations, no judgement. It was such a silly thing to even begin to think about. They’d known each other for all of a few hours now, and given his expressed desire to return to Asgard those few hours would be all she had.
“I do require some rest. And perhaps some time to...recalibrate, so to speak. I had not planned on making this journey, and only decided to try as I was leaving the bar-”
“Wait- you’re telling me that you made this magical ‘jump’ while drunk?” She hadn’t intended on interrupting him, but she couldn’t help it. Jaina fixed him with the patented Leia Organa-Solo look. The look that silenced her father and was infamous for sending more than a few senatorial aides running off in fear.
If anything, Loki only seemed amused by it. And maybe even a little turned on if the brief smouldering look in his eyes was any indication.
Jaina ignored that look. Or at least she really, really tried.
“I admit that I may have been lacking some judgement at the time.” There was that smile of his again and the awkward tension in the room shifted to a different sort of tension. The sort that Jaina most certainly did not need to deal with at the moment. Or ever. And especially not with a dark haired, green eyed man.
She shook her head at him, well, mostly him. Some of that head shaking was aimed at herself as well.
“Then I’ll amend my earlier statement to include a complete avoidance of Corellian brandy.”
He threw his head back and laughed, then. It was a wonderful laugh, melodic and rich and she couldn’t help but grin at him.
And then, after she’d found him an empty room and returned to her own and fallen asleep almost instantly she didn’t at all contribute that to his laugh.
~~~~
When Loki hadn’t left after a full two days, she easily wrote that off as him needing time to rest. She had never fallen from the sky after traveling across dimensions, but she assumed it would be fairly taxing.
When he hadn’t left after two weeks, she fought every urge that sprouted up to question his continued presence on Ossus.
Really, it wasn’t as though he was an inconvenience. They had the room and the supplies, and if anything he seemed to be enjoying his time here. He’d heeded her warnings, especially in relation to the younglings. There seemed to be a mutual sense of fascination between them. They’d demanded displays of his magic, squeeling with delight as he had shifted around the room and made multiple copies of himself (Jaina had squeeled as well, even if she would never admit to this). In turn, Loki was silent and attentive as he watched their lessons, his interests leaning heavily towards the telekinesis exercises.
After a month she stopped having those urges at all and just accepted the fact that Loki was sticking around for the unforeseeable future. And the one time that she had asked him why he was still here he had gotten so angry that she actually feared he’d leave and never come back. So she didn’t ask again, and Loki seemed to prefer that because she had a feeling that he didn’t know why he was staying either.
They fell into a rather comfortable sort of routine after that.
Loki would rotate throughout the various rooms, spending time in different classes, enjoying lectures that had always brought tears of boredom to her eyes when she was younger. The barely contained sense of wonder he had for it all was incredibly refreshing to her, and perhaps to everyone at the academy. When you were constantly surrounded by other Force users it was easy to take things for granted. It was just something you were used to, but for Loki it wasn’t. His presence there and his need to take in as much as possible was a well needed reminder as to just how amazing the Force truly was.
More often than not they ate their meals together, though some days she wouldn’t see him until well into the evenings. He never said where he’d gone during those times and Jaina had to wonder if he was off trying to ‘jump’ again. She didn’t ask, because of that unspoken agreement between them to conveniently forget the whole being a wielder of magic from another dimension thing.
There was also the unspoken agreement to ignore the rising sense of tension between them. The way he saved a smile just for her. How their skin would always tingle when their hands would accidentally (or perhaps not so accidentally) brush against one another’s.
So, unspoken agreements and the occasional unscheduled disappearances aside, Jaina and Loki had formed an odd sort of friendship. And friendship was the best (safest, less complicated) term to use to describe whatever it was that had formed. Things changed, though, about a week into month two of Loki At the Academy.
She had just finished a rather intense sparring session with Kyp (and beat him quite soundly, a fact that she would most definitely use against him in the very near future) when Loki strode over to them.
“Well done, Jaina.”
The smile was already there before she could even hope to stop it.
“Yeah, nice job Goddess.” Kyp panted out the words as he tossed her a towel before sauntering off towards the men’s locker room.
“Goddess?”
Loki had that mischievous twinkle in his eyes again, but it was quickly overshadowed by intrigue and a fairly healthy dose of respect.
Jaina held back a sigh; she was hoping to avoid this entire conversation, especially since Loki had let out one morning over a cup of caf that he was considered the God of Mischief.
“It’s...a long story.”
His only response to that was to fix her with his own version of the Leia Organa-Solo look. That time she did let out a sigh as she shot the retreating form of Kyp a rather disgruntled look.
“Oh, fine. Meet me up on the roof in twenty minutes.”
She was not at all surprised when, fifteen minutes later, he was already up there and waiting for her. Any hope of avoiding the topic or at least prolonging the inevitable was quickly squashed by his demanding and slightly overwhelming presence. Taking a deep, calming breath Jaina started at the beginning. No details were skipped, not even the less than pleasant ones. When she was finished Loki seemed pleased with the explanation, and perhaps even more intrigued than before.
“So you became a Goddess to win a war?”
“Well, yes and no. I took on the persona of Yun-Harla, the Vong Trickster Goddess. But in order to make it more believable I had to act like a Goddess at all times. Which meant special treatment, even at the cost of resentment from others.”
“And this Kyp- he was one of your lovers?”
“What? No! Kyp is, well, Kyp is more like the annoying older brother I never wanted. Though I was his apprentice for a while. And then we were partners, whatever that meant. And now we’re friends.”
“What of the other men you have spoken of- Zekk, Jagged- are they not your lovers too?”
“No.”
“You have no lovers at all?”
“No.”
“How unfortunate. A Goddess should always have her share of lovers.”
Jaina sighed. “I already told you, Loki. I am not a Goddess. I only-”
She was cut off then, because the distance between them had disappeared and his hand had wrapped itself in her hair and his lips were pressed to hers and she swore she nearly stopped breathing. The kiss was power itself; raw and unbridled and a little on the frightening side. He wrapped his other arm around her, that hand coming to rest rather possessively on her hip. Jaina was caged in, unable to move- and she didn’t want to move either. Neither one seemed willing to stop for what felt like an eternity until finally, rather reluctantly, she felt Loki pull away.
Without another word he walked off, leaving a rather confused and gasping for breath Jaina alone on the rooftop.
And for those new to the Star Wars Extended Universe, the Star Wars wiki has a great entry on Jaina Solo to help you get better acquainted with her.
All things considered, the introduction of Loki to her uncle and the rest of the Jedi Masters currently on Ossus went fairly well. Of course it helped that they too were all users of a mystical power that had very little explanation, and more than a few of them had experienced something rather unexplainable in their lives. The only point of contention arose when it was clear that Loki wasn’t from this galaxy; it was a fair point of contention considering just how well things had gone the last time somebody from another galaxy had paid a visit to theirs.
After confirming that Loki was, in fact, not Vong or a member of any other extra-galactic race with intentions of destroying entire worlds, the masters went on their way leaving the two of them alone.
Somehow, now that they were back in the academy, Jaina felt a small amount of tension forming between them. Maybe it came from some sense of discomfort on his behalf, a feeling of uncertainty at being in a foreign place. But all she could pick up from him was curiosity, and an obvious need for rest. It was getting rather late, and while she was in no rush to sleep (or what passed as sleep for her, which was really just a glorified nap by the time she got her mind to calm down) Loki looked like he was ready to drop.
“Come on, I can find an empty room for you. That is, if you’re staying.” The last bit was almost rushed out as an afterthought. “Are you staying?”
She nearly cringed at hearing how much hope had been contained in that question. Jaina wanted to blame that hope on her own tiredness, and not at all on the fact that Loki represented something she had been waiting for her entire life- someone with no preconceived opinions of her, no expectations, no judgement. It was such a silly thing to even begin to think about. They’d known each other for all of a few hours now, and given his expressed desire to return to Asgard those few hours would be all she had.
“I do require some rest. And perhaps some time to...recalibrate, so to speak. I had not planned on making this journey, and only decided to try as I was leaving the bar-”
“Wait- you’re telling me that you made this magical ‘jump’ while drunk?” She hadn’t intended on interrupting him, but she couldn’t help it. Jaina fixed him with the patented Leia Organa-Solo look. The look that silenced her father and was infamous for sending more than a few senatorial aides running off in fear.
If anything, Loki only seemed amused by it. And maybe even a little turned on if the brief smouldering look in his eyes was any indication.
Jaina ignored that look. Or at least she really, really tried.
“I admit that I may have been lacking some judgement at the time.” There was that smile of his again and the awkward tension in the room shifted to a different sort of tension. The sort that Jaina most certainly did not need to deal with at the moment. Or ever. And especially not with a dark haired, green eyed man.
She shook her head at him, well, mostly him. Some of that head shaking was aimed at herself as well.
“Then I’ll amend my earlier statement to include a complete avoidance of Corellian brandy.”
He threw his head back and laughed, then. It was a wonderful laugh, melodic and rich and she couldn’t help but grin at him.
And then, after she’d found him an empty room and returned to her own and fallen asleep almost instantly she didn’t at all contribute that to his laugh.
~~~~
When Loki hadn’t left after a full two days, she easily wrote that off as him needing time to rest. She had never fallen from the sky after traveling across dimensions, but she assumed it would be fairly taxing.
When he hadn’t left after two weeks, she fought every urge that sprouted up to question his continued presence on Ossus.
Really, it wasn’t as though he was an inconvenience. They had the room and the supplies, and if anything he seemed to be enjoying his time here. He’d heeded her warnings, especially in relation to the younglings. There seemed to be a mutual sense of fascination between them. They’d demanded displays of his magic, squeeling with delight as he had shifted around the room and made multiple copies of himself (Jaina had squeeled as well, even if she would never admit to this). In turn, Loki was silent and attentive as he watched their lessons, his interests leaning heavily towards the telekinesis exercises.
After a month she stopped having those urges at all and just accepted the fact that Loki was sticking around for the unforeseeable future. And the one time that she had asked him why he was still here he had gotten so angry that she actually feared he’d leave and never come back. So she didn’t ask again, and Loki seemed to prefer that because she had a feeling that he didn’t know why he was staying either.
They fell into a rather comfortable sort of routine after that.
Loki would rotate throughout the various rooms, spending time in different classes, enjoying lectures that had always brought tears of boredom to her eyes when she was younger. The barely contained sense of wonder he had for it all was incredibly refreshing to her, and perhaps to everyone at the academy. When you were constantly surrounded by other Force users it was easy to take things for granted. It was just something you were used to, but for Loki it wasn’t. His presence there and his need to take in as much as possible was a well needed reminder as to just how amazing the Force truly was.
More often than not they ate their meals together, though some days she wouldn’t see him until well into the evenings. He never said where he’d gone during those times and Jaina had to wonder if he was off trying to ‘jump’ again. She didn’t ask, because of that unspoken agreement between them to conveniently forget the whole being a wielder of magic from another dimension thing.
There was also the unspoken agreement to ignore the rising sense of tension between them. The way he saved a smile just for her. How their skin would always tingle when their hands would accidentally (or perhaps not so accidentally) brush against one another’s.
So, unspoken agreements and the occasional unscheduled disappearances aside, Jaina and Loki had formed an odd sort of friendship. And friendship was the best (safest, less complicated) term to use to describe whatever it was that had formed. Things changed, though, about a week into month two of Loki At the Academy.
She had just finished a rather intense sparring session with Kyp (and beat him quite soundly, a fact that she would most definitely use against him in the very near future) when Loki strode over to them.
“Well done, Jaina.”
The smile was already there before she could even hope to stop it.
“Yeah, nice job Goddess.” Kyp panted out the words as he tossed her a towel before sauntering off towards the men’s locker room.
“Goddess?”
Loki had that mischievous twinkle in his eyes again, but it was quickly overshadowed by intrigue and a fairly healthy dose of respect.
Jaina held back a sigh; she was hoping to avoid this entire conversation, especially since Loki had let out one morning over a cup of caf that he was considered the God of Mischief.
“It’s...a long story.”
His only response to that was to fix her with his own version of the Leia Organa-Solo look. That time she did let out a sigh as she shot the retreating form of Kyp a rather disgruntled look.
“Oh, fine. Meet me up on the roof in twenty minutes.”
She was not at all surprised when, fifteen minutes later, he was already up there and waiting for her. Any hope of avoiding the topic or at least prolonging the inevitable was quickly squashed by his demanding and slightly overwhelming presence. Taking a deep, calming breath Jaina started at the beginning. No details were skipped, not even the less than pleasant ones. When she was finished Loki seemed pleased with the explanation, and perhaps even more intrigued than before.
“So you became a Goddess to win a war?”
“Well, yes and no. I took on the persona of Yun-Harla, the Vong Trickster Goddess. But in order to make it more believable I had to act like a Goddess at all times. Which meant special treatment, even at the cost of resentment from others.”
“And this Kyp- he was one of your lovers?”
“What? No! Kyp is, well, Kyp is more like the annoying older brother I never wanted. Though I was his apprentice for a while. And then we were partners, whatever that meant. And now we’re friends.”
“What of the other men you have spoken of- Zekk, Jagged- are they not your lovers too?”
“No.”
“You have no lovers at all?”
“No.”
“How unfortunate. A Goddess should always have her share of lovers.”
Jaina sighed. “I already told you, Loki. I am not a Goddess. I only-”
She was cut off then, because the distance between them had disappeared and his hand had wrapped itself in her hair and his lips were pressed to hers and she swore she nearly stopped breathing. The kiss was power itself; raw and unbridled and a little on the frightening side. He wrapped his other arm around her, that hand coming to rest rather possessively on her hip. Jaina was caged in, unable to move- and she didn’t want to move either. Neither one seemed willing to stop for what felt like an eternity until finally, rather reluctantly, she felt Loki pull away.
Without another word he walked off, leaving a rather confused and gasping for breath Jaina alone on the rooftop.