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“What do you think, Alfhild?” You asked your handmaiden.
You twirled, making the skirt of your yellow gown billow out. It was a flowy, semi-sheer dress with silver accents at the wrists and neck, and it even had a glittering cape attached to the back. Of course, it was the perfect regal outfit for a royal lady.
“You look gorgeous as always, your majesty,” She said.
“Thank you, dear, but I need to know if this is good enough for Thor’s party,” You said. “Maybe I should wear my pink dress instead.”
“I think you look quite fetching,” A voice said. “But I’d rather see that dress on the bedroom floor.”
You giggled and turned to look at your window. Sure enough, you saw your husband standing outside, a cocky grin on his face. You ran over to the window and stepped on the ledge, jumping into his opened palm. The king of the frost giants raised you to his cheek, and you gave him a small kiss.
“Hello, my love,” You said. “I thought you had a meeting.”
“I did,” Loki said. “It’s over, so now, I can spend some time with you before the party.”
“Speaking of which, what do you think?” You asked, motioning to the dress.
You did another twirl. Loki’s smile grew as she watched you, his love for you apparent. People thought the frost giants were hard, rude, unloving creatures that only cared for themselves. That was not true; you had never believed those rumors in the slightest. As a child on Asgard, you defended the giants when people tried to sully their name. They were your allies; how could people talk so callously about them?
Then, one day, the Chitauri invaded Asgard. People never knew how they managed to get past Heimdall, but they came, and it was terrible. You had been caught in the crossfires, and while trying to escape, you tripped. You fell, hitting your knee, and you felt pain. Two Chitauri soldiers loomed above you, ready to kill you when they turned into ice blocks. You were confused until you saw Loki standing behind them. He had come to aid in the battle. When he realized you couldn’t walk, he carried you to safety.
After that, you tried your hardest to sneak down to Jotun to revisit him, and you had to make your gratitude know. Lucky for you, Thor knew how to get to where the frost giants lived, and he officially introduced you to his friend. Loki was flirty right away, but you didn’t mind, and you returned his advances.
After a year of courting you, he announced to his people you were to be his queen. The giants were skeptical, but Loki would hear none of it. You were his tiny, little Asgardian wife, you were precious, and he would kill anyone who thought otherwise. It took a while, but the frost giants soon accepted you.
“Beautiful,” Loki said. “Stunning, gorgeous, positively breathtaking. Freya herself is jealous.”
“Oh, stop that,” You chuckled. “Is it good enough for Thor’s party? It’s not too regal, is it?”
“Too regal?” Loki scoffed. “Dearest, nothing is too regal for you. And no matter what you wear, you’ll always have my attention.”
“Goodness, where did you get that mouth of yours?” You asked.
“Just born with it, I suppose,” He said.
“How come I don’t have a tiny wife?” Thor asked.
The future king of Asgard had partaken in a bit too much mead, or at least that is what you thought. You were sitting on Loki’s shoulder, leaning against his cheek, when Thor asked his question.
“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked.
“How come you get to have an itty bitty wife, but I don’t?” Thor took another sip from his mug. “Look at her! She’s so petite, and she can fit in your hand!”
“That’s true, I do,” You said. “And Loki has such soft hands. He may be strong, but he’s also gentle.”
“Only with you, my pet,” Loki gave you a soft smile.
“Ugh, look at the two of them!” Thor groaned. “How is this fair? Someone find me a maiden that is small enough to fit in my palm!”
You giggled at Thor’s antics. It was odd how many people seemed jealous that Loki had a tiny wife. Granted, Loki often showed you off. He’d hold you in his hand, showing you to the people and commenting on how wonderful you were. When he first wed you, it was had been embarrassing but now you loved it. In fact, you enjoyed his praise. Loki was a prince, he could have chosen anyone, but he had chosen you. His love for you had never faded, it had only grown, and it continued to grow. It was also fun to see men glower at him, whispering about how they wished for a small spouse to carry around.
“I don’t think there is a store where you can purchase a tiny wife,” Hogun said.
“Perhaps there is,” Volstagg said. “And maybe we just don’t know about it!”
“Maybe it’s hidden!” Fandral added. “We could go and find it.”
“Yes, our next great adventure will be the search for the small wife store!” Thor said, taking a long swig of his mug. “ANOTHER!”
He threw it on the ground, and it burst into tiny pieces. Everyone at the table cheered, but you merely rolled your eyes.
“Not finding this conversation riveting, my dear,” Loki asked, nuzzling you.
“Well, it does remind me of one thing,” You said, smiling. “I choose the right prince to marry.”
“You flatter me, my love,” Loki said. “Thor is not your type, I take it?”
“No, I prefer my men blue,” You teased. “And I prefer my men to have more than two function brain cells. I adore Thor, but there are times where I worry for him, and it’s a wonder his mother hasn’t managed to strangle him.”
“Well, maybe if he could find his own small wife, he’ll ‘mellow out’ as he puts it,” Loki said. “For now, he’ll just have to settle for being jealous.”
“Who wouldn’t be jealous of the king of the frost giants,” You asked. “Only a fool wouldn’t be.”
Loki grinned and kissed you, making Thor gag.