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The old king of Asgard sat across from Thor and Loki in the conference room with advisors around them. The old men around the royal wore terry cloaks with hoods shadowing their old, wrinkled faces. Loki knew how smart and experienced they were but he felt like they would try to betray the royal family the moment they have an opportunity to do that.
Today Asgard woke to a rain, clouded morning. The rain drizzled from the dark clouds above and cool breeze ran through the enormous halls of the palace when Loki made his way to the conference room. Even if he knew the topic would be again about Thor’s marriage offers from different realms he wanted to see the blonde’s uneasy expression. The All-Father tried over and over to engage the thunderer in better and better marriage offers but he always turned them down. Jane Foster seemed to be the only woman Thor wanted. Loki tried to deny his jealousy but at this point he had to accept it finally. The dark prince of Asgard now just sat there in silence waiting for the advisors to tell which realm offered their daughter’s hand to Thor again.
‘…consider it, your majesty. Alfheim was a potential partner everytime Asgard needed them. Their princess, the second child of the Shavarises is willingly to marry the prince.’ Loki only joined here in the conversation so he tried to figure out what the advisor meant when he said “willingly”. Every maiden through the nine realms would be happy to marry Thor they would rush to his legs and beg for him to marry them.
‘She is intelligent and can be sly but only for the good. There are rumors that she usually goes to the subjects and makes sure everyone get what they deserve’ added another.
‘Loki, what do you say?’ turned Odin suddenly to him. The prince furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
‘Excuse me, father, but why are you asking me? She will be Thor’s fiancée…’ looked to Thor the raven haired prince clearly not understanding anything. Thor chuckled to himself while the All-Father rolled his eye.
‘It seems you did not pay attention during the meeting…’ sighed Odin. ‘Alfheim asked you to marry their princess, (Y/n). I suggest you should accept their offer, Loki. The elves are smart and they are our allies since the Great Elven War.’
Loki’s eyes widened in surprise and his mouth hang open but soon his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes sparkled with anger. They ask him because they know well enough that Thor will refuse the request. The damn elves surely want to force a beautiful but mean creature on him to deal with her.
‘The elves want to make fun of me?! Just because they know Thor will refuse every attempt to marry their daughter they try to choose the second option they have?! I refuse to marry that woman!’ jumped to his feet Loki and tried to storm out of the conference room but Odin boomed after him.
‘You will marry her even if I must resort to a trick! You are the second prince of Asgard and you will marry our greatest ally! We are nothing in a position to refuse anymore of the princesses the other realms offered and you will satisfy Asgard’s needs! That’s what the members of the royal family do!’ shouted after the dark haired prince Odin but he was no longer in the room. ‘He still doesn’t understand…’ thought the old king to himself tiredly sighing in defeat.
‘When will the royal family of Alfheim come?’ asked Thor still amused by the reaction of Loki’s. The Trickster was smart but just as stubborn.
‘A week from now… I will speak with your mother maybe she can speak some sense in his thick head.’ stood up Odin and left behind the surprised advisors with Thor on his side.
A week later~
Loki sat up in his soft and comfortable bed yawning tiredly. He stayed up almost all night to finish his new book “The Hobbit” he gathered from Midgard last week on his journey to calm himself. It was a really interesting book even if it was from Midgard. He found enjoyable literature on Midgard and returned from time to time to search for other pieces. His room held so many books that Odin decided to open another room for Loki’s own library. The prince was more organized them anyone thought.
Loki grabbed his light wear for breakfast, a forest green shirt and black leather pants with his laced boots and a black coat with golden embroidery. He washed his face in the bathroom and made his hair. He only wore his full armor when a guest came to Asgard or for war. He had two types of armors, a lighter one for balls and riding and a heavier for war and bigger events. Loki snapped with his fingers and the bed was neat again in a moment. He smiled to himself and walked out of his room closing the door behind carefully and locking it with magic. It was the only private part of his life and even if the maids made gossip about it he didn’t care. He hated to know if he didn’t lock the door other people would go in and make his bed, clean up and etc.
As he walked down on the corridors with golden adornments he couldn’t stop thinking about tonight’s ball. Today will be the day when the elves will come to Asgard to celebrate his engagement with the elven princess (Y/n). Elves were the creatures with more beauty than any other race through the nine realms but something was off. He was… nervous? No, he cannot be nervous, no. Loki opened the doors to the dining hall and walked to his seat next to Frigga.
‘You are late’ commented Odin.
‘I am sorry, father… I stayed up all night to read’ he answered this time the truth. Yes, he was definitely nervous. Odin smiled to himself when he realized it.
‘Oh! What kind of book is it? Last time you gathered one from Midgard I found it rather enjoyable!’ smiled at him the queen.
‘Just an adventure story…’ broke a piece of bread Loki.
‘Are you waiting for tonight? They say princess (Y/n) is the most beautiful princess the elves had ever had!’ tried Frigga making Loki say something positive about his fiancée.
‘I bet she is beautiful, mother’ closed this topic the dark prince. Frigga’s smile wavered a bit but thought her son will find (Y/n) appealing. The breakfast went quietly compared to the ones they usually had. Loki spent his day in the library trying to get his mind off of the oncoming ball with no avail. He was indeed nervous and he had to accept it. ‘What if (Y/n) will change her mind the moment she sees me? What if they forced her to marry someone because she’s a harpy?’ thought Loki to himself sitting in the comfy chair in the library by the window showing Asgard’s glory. People walking on the crowded streets, servants running around the palace busy with the tasks they needed to fulfill till tonight. A few hours and he will meet the future.
The sun almost set painting orange, yellow and purple colors on the sky. White clouds swam high above lazily while the palace was upside-down. Servants prepared meals for the night, decorated the throne room with flowers everywhere. Frigga walked to Loki’s room where she would surely find him. She opened the door and found Loki struggling with the lighter but just as noble armor of his. Frigga smiled and went to her son.
‘Let me help you with that’ chuckled the queen and locked the strap on Loki’s side. She made the finishing touches and looked at her son in the mirror. Loki was… handsome and noble. He looked like a rightful emperor and she was proud of him. ‘If she will not fall in love with you the moment she sees you, then she must be stubborn.’
‘No one sees me like you do, mother. Just because I am your son, you should not be biased’ sighed Loki looking out of the window noticing the chariots arriving through the BiFrost. ‘Those are must be our guests.’
‘I am not biased, Loki. I see my son, who became a handsome, proud and noble man during the years’ pointed out Frigga making Loki blush slightly of her praising. Someone knocked on the door interrupting them. ‘Yes?’
‘My queen, my prince, the guests are almost here and the preparations are ready’ bowed the maid.
‘Thank you for noting us. Tell the All-Father, we will be at the throne room in a few’ nodded Frigga dismissing the maid who left the room immediately. Frigga turned back to Loki with a proud smile. ‘Come, my son. We should great your future wife.’
Loki nodded and followed his mother locking his door carefully. Tonight he will finally meet the elven princess his mother couldn’t stop talking about during this week.
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The All-Father sat on his throne, Frigga, Loki and Thor by his side. The hall filled up with the noble people of Asgard, advisors and the important people. Flowers petals floated through the air, gentle music sounded from a corner and everyone was dressed in nice dresses. Thor beamed at Loki who just tried hard to not blush. Bugle call shook the hall and the enormous golden doors opened to reveal the elves, the royal family at the front however one of them, a woman, wore a hood over her face.
There was King Shavaris with Queen Shavaris and their son, the heir to the elven throne, Nuvian. There was an elven woman on the prince’s side with long brown hair and grass green eyes, her features beautiful like it’s waiting from an elf. Loki thought she should be his fiancée and he was glad she looked like she’s a sheepish kind of person who wouldn’t question too much and wouldn’t think too much. Somehow that hooded woman was more interesting for him. She must be their sorcerer or diviner.
‘Welcome in our home, proud Shavaris!’ smiled kindly Odin down at them and stood up spreading his arms for a hug as King Shavaris went up to him to greet his old friend.
‘It has been a long time I saw you, All-Father!’ smiled back the elven king while the queen went to Frigga to greet her. Queen Shavaris’ eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced at the younger son of Odin making Loki uneasy and curious.
‘My friends! Today is a glorious day for us! Today, we all came to celebrate princess (Y/n)’s and my son, Loki’s engagement! Let us merry tonight!’ boomed through the hall the old king of Asgard earning cheerful cries from the people. ‘But before we begin the feast, I will formalize the engagement. Bring the retalovir!’
To Loki’s surprise the hooded woman walked up on the stairs to the throne, not the brown haired elf. Not showing his nervousness the dark prince walked to her side swallowing hard. The servants placed the bowl of white liquid between them while Odin stood next to them.
‘Quaab nazeq en Aesir y…’ started the old king on an ancient language which meant: In the name of the Aesir and elven, bond these two in one. Do not separate them war, death, sadness, illness or betray. Loki listened to it knowing the words which held a strong magic in them. He felt strange for a few seconds but snapped back to reality and looked up to see the hooded woman in front of him. She still was covered by the hood and he tried to make out her features from her jaw which could be seen. ‘And now that you my children are bonded we should celebrate it as it deserves!’
‘Would you show your face to us, my child?’ stepped to the hooded woman Frigga. The elven woman and now Loki’s fiancée lifted her hands and removed her hood. Loki gasped in surprise… it was not what he expected. Everyone cheered around him, the queens exchanged kind smiles but he just couldn’t do anything.
(Y/n) was… the ugliest creature the Trickster ever saw. Now he understood why the elven royal family wanted to get rid of her. His heart sank in sadness that now after he tried so hard to make up for his actions the other realms just made fun of him. He had enough of this. He turned on his heels and stormed out of the throne room angrily making everyone look after him surprised.
(Y/n) watched Loki run away from her and her lips pulled into a satisfied smile. It was working. The spell she cast on Loki during the ceremony worked on him and he didn’t notice it! He wasn’t the biggest sorcerer in the nine realms!
You were always the most beautiful creature through the nine realms and everyone around saw you as such but he didn’t. You wanted him to love you for who you are and not for how you look like. If you have to live your life with him then you’ll make him love you for your personality and skills, not your looks. You pulled up a sad expression even if you had a hard time hiding your satisfaction.
‘Do not worry, (Y/n)... I am sure he’s just nervous and flustered now’ went to you Thor with an uneasy expression on his handsome face. His eyebrows curled in a troubled way and you could see a few beads of sweat on his forehead.
‘I hope I did not act offensively towards him’ you pouted fake guilt on your beautiful features. It will be a long path to his heart this way but you liked challenges.
To be continued…