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“You look stunning, darling”. Your mother smiles as she proudly holds your hands in yours.
The dress you’re wearing is gorgeous; the white fabric is accented with golden swirls and the dress fits you like a second skin. Your hair is curled and put up in an intricate braid, and your makeup is subtle, but pretty.
When you look in the mirror, however, you don’t see yourself. All you see is a glorified treaty between two planets; which is exactly what you are.
Your father rules one of the planets near Asgard. A bitter war was waged some time ago and ended with no clear winner. Tired of the incredible losses, your father and Odin decided ultimate peace between the two nations.
Odin offered his oldest son, Thor, and your father offered you, his only child.
You gulp down your disgust. “Thank you mother”, you say, turning away from your reflection.
She only smiles before ushering you to the hallway. Your knees almost buckle when you walk because after all, this is the first time meeting your husband to be.
You finally reach a large throne room with artifacts and art and gold covering every inch of space. You recognize the infamous Odin due to his eyepatch and grey hair. Next two him are two men.
You obviously know who Thor is, because of his striking resemblance to his father, but he’s not the one to catch your eye.
The smaller, dark-haired man on Odin’s left side does. His eyes are stirking, and when they bore into yours, it feels like the wind has been knocked out of you. You advert your eyes immediately, cursing yourself for getting distracted.
Instead, you meet your eyes with Thor’s, your future husband. His eyes are softer than the other man’s, and his blonde hair cascades down his broad shoulders.
You smile sweetly, shyly looking down. But, you can’t shake the feeling of an intense, snake-like stare on your figure.
When you reach Thor, he bows down, taking your hands in his and placing a gentle kiss on them. “My lady”, he smiles.
“My lord”, you say back, trying to reciprocate his sweet smile.
Your father and Odin begin to read the treaty aloud, and Thor stands next to you, holding your hand. You quickly grow bored of all the politics and begin to wander your gaze. It quickly lands on the other man, who is already looking at you.
He makes a gesture that seems as if he’s hanging himself, his tongue lolling out dramatically. You can’t help but let out a snort, which loudly echoes throughout the room.
You cover your mouth, mortified, as everyone looks at you. You think on your feet and pretend to sneeze. “Excuse me”, you politely say, hoping everyone buys it. They do, continuing on, except for obviously one person. You decide to keep your gaze froward this time.
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Every kind of food imaginable is stacked on the large tables in front of you, but everything seems unappetizing. This party was thrown for Thor and your engagement, and you hate the feeling of everyone’s eyes on the both of you.
Thor, on the other hand, seems to have no problem with it, eating with earnest and laughing with the others.
You grow tired of smiling and saying nothing, so you excuse yourself for air. The brisk Asgardian air greets you as you step outside onto a balcony. You can see all of Asgard from here, the lights from homes shimmering in the night.
You’re interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
“Hello, darling”, a deep and unfamiliar voice breaks the silence. You look up and see the same man from earlier standing in front of you.
“Hello”, you greet, politely nodding your head, a subtle blush forming on your cheeks.
He smiles, and you swear your heart stops. “My brother a little too much for you?” he asks, pointing his thumb back in the direction of the party.
“A little”, you admit, looking away. “Are you Thor’s brother?”
“Yes, unfortunately”, he rolls his eyes dramatically, causing you to snicker.
“You must be Loki, then”, you say, loosening up and smiling genuinely for once in your life.
Loki smiles. “Ding, ding, ding, Lady Y/N, our future queen”, he bows down sarcastically, and you let out a small laugh.
“None of that”, you chuckle. When he stands, your eyes meet his for the first time that night, and you can’t seem to look away.
The sound of Thor’s loud laughter brings you back to reality. “I should go back” you say, standing up and avoiding his gaze again.
“If you must”, Loki says. Before you can leave, he lightly catches your wrist. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you often, Lady Y/N”.
“Thank you”, you automatically say before rushing off. The truth is, you were looking forward to seeing him more, too.