Why us? Loki×reader

preperation

I had always known how this would go. Princess of Alfheim, destined to marry the Prince of Asgard. Set up since birth, yet all I knew of him is his name is Thor. I was due to meet him today and I had no information other than his name and his title. This was my fate, to marry a man of which I did not know. To walk down a golden aisle in Asgard, in front of a crowd of our people, who for all I know could be wishing I was dead.

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I looked down at the thick dress that hugged my body in some places and also flowed out not touching me at all in others, big and dusty pink, gold floral attachments here and there.

My parents knew I was already stressing out, but now I have to look like a rich toddler as I went to meet my future husband. My hand-maiden and best friend, Myra (A/N: if your name is Myra, then you can change her name to something else), fiddled with my corset. I inhale a big breath of air, as she tightened it.

"So sorry, y/n," Myra said.

"It's okay Myra, I just wasn't expecting it," I said playing with my dress, fidgeting is one of my anxious ticks. Myra tied up my corset with one final tug and pulled me into a hug. I was meeting the Prince today and I was terrified. Myra squeezed me as tight as she could, she was not going to let go of it until I was ready and I knew that from experience. I squeezed her back, quietly crying into her shoulder.

"It's going to be an okay doll, I'll be there with you the whole time so you can squeeze the absolute hell out of my hand if you need to." She joked. I laughed. I loved her so much, she was my family. I put on some make-up to match my dress. A dark red-pink fade into pink and then my skin colour, with sparkles to make it pop, if I had to wear that dress I might as well make my appearance cohesive.

Myra did my nails to match everything else, even though it was pink it was coming together.

Don't get me wrong I have nothing against pink, I just prefer icy blues, mossy greens, and black. And I felt like if I was going to meet the man to whom I was going to be wed, I should somewhat resemble myself.

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I look over at Myra, grabbing her hand I step into the light. There was a swirling rainbow flash and seconds later, my parents and Myra were in the shimmering gem of the nine realms, Asgard. There was a man with a sword, a golden horned helmet, dark skin and hair, and glistening gold eyes.

"Good morning, King and Queen, Princess l/n and Lady Myra of Alfheim. I am Heimdal, Guarder of the Bifrost and nine realms. Odin awaits your presence in the throne room." Heimdal said bowing his head in respect.

He leads us through the golden halls and streets of the magnificent place, all the way to the Castle. What a spectacular sight it was, the golden city, beautiful and not in any way tacky.

"Just through here," Heimdal said opening the door to reveal the All-father, All-mother and two boys in there late teens, just like me. The two boys sat on either side of their father. The one on the left had blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, teeth like pearls which I could see in the wide smile he wore like a trophy and a hammer. At least that's what I most noticed. The other had raven hair and wore black, gold and green, all colours I loved. He looked down like this meeting was below him and didn't smile. I was immediately more interested in the one in the right and was wishing with all my heart was Thor.

"Princess y/n, it is my pleasure to introduce to you my son, and firstborn, Thor," Odin said gesturing to the left. (A/N: ' don't you say it!', 'On your left.')

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." The one on the left said with a wink. I looked down, it felt so disrespectful for him to immediately be so flirty. I fiddled with my dress. She looks like she'll be some fun to work out, all dressed in pink yet something tells me that she's not what she seems to be, Thor thought to himself.

"And this is Loki, my second born," Odin added.

Ouch, he didn't even say Loki was his son. The boy on the right looked up at me for the first time. His deep green eyes analyzed me. She looks anxious, I hope she's okay. She seems nice, Loki thought. Thor got up to leave. Loki followed shortly after.

"Hello, y/n. Are you alright?" Loki asked quietly on the way out.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous, I mean I just met my future husband," I replied. Right, she's meant to marry Thor soon. There's probably no point getting attached, Loki remembered.

"Yeah, I can see why you would be nervous about that," he said. Gods, why couldn't he just be a dick towards her? What was stopping him? He thought.

"Ashera, Rasheria. Show Princess Y/n to her room." Odin said gesturing to the door. I looked at my parents and Myra.

"Room? What do you mean? What's going on?" I ask, panic clear in my voice. Myra looked down.

"You're staying here until the wedding to get to know your new kingdom and Husband." My Father said. I dug my fingernails into my skin as they took me away.

"Myra, you said.." my voice trailed off as my throat got tight.

"I'm so sorry, y/n, I am," she said. Tears gathered in my eyes as they lead me through the castle, but I was not going to show weakness in front of the people. They lead me through my door and then left. I looked around at my new room, at least I was going to be comfortable. It had a huge circular bed in the centre, several lamps casting light over the room, A huge wardrobe to the left with a chest next to it, big enough to fit a human in, a chair, and a big curved window covered with a stringy curtain.

(A/N: This is how I imagined it except in blue, green, and gold.)

I opened the chest, thankfully empty, and climbed inside, finally letting my emotions out. I cried into my dress, it was probably going to stain but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered right then was holding back the urge to do something I would regret like drinking my problems away or self-harming. I had lost complete control of everything.