Thor, heartbroken over his breakup with Jane Foster, heads out to a bar and meets a mysterious woman. When he fails to come home, the Avengers head out to look for him. He is found unconscious in Central Park, two small puncture wounds in his neck...
It was a long night with Dracula and his daughter with the clock showing four in the morning. Once he was sure the vampires had returned to their safe room, Loki wrapped his arm around Nat and teleported directly to his chambers.
"Thor isn't going to barge in on us again?" Asked Nat with a smirk.
"Maybe we should sleep in Asgard tonight. He cannot enter that chamber."
"I like that idea. Thank goodness, Tony said we don't have to report in until noon."
"Well, my darling. You're going to love this. Time passes differently on Asgard. I estimate we will have the equivalent to another twelve Midgardian hours. I will set the alarm on my phone which will track our time here, so we won't be late. We can have extra hours of sleep."
"Those are the sexiest words you have ever said to me, Loki."
He smiled and kissed her gently. "Shall we?"
They walked towards the balcony and once again they found themselves in Loki's chamber on Asgard.
"Oh! You scared me!"
"Mother?"
"My apologies, dear. I couldn't sleep so I took a stroll the my garden and I saw some lovely blooms that would help brighten your chambers."
Loki walked over to Frigga and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He turned back to Nat.
"I'm her favorite." He smiled cheekily.
"Stop that Loki." She laughed. "I love you and Thor equally." She hugged Loki tightly. "Now who is this you have brought to visit?"
"This is Natasha Romanoff. She is a member of the Avengers known as the Black Widow and my consort."
Frigga raised an eyebrow.
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Natasha." Frigga said with a genuine smile.
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"The pleasure is mine, Your Majesty." Nat answered. She would rather face a roomful of vampires than meet Loki's mother so soon.
"Call me Frigga or Mother even. As Loki's consort, you are a Princess of Asgard and may address me thus."
"I'm still getting my head around that, Your... I mean Frigga. This is rather new for us."
"Put your hands out." Frigga commanded.
"Mother..."
"You know what is required, Loki."
"As Natasha said, this is very new."
"You called her your consort, my dear boy."
"Yes, Mother."
"What's going on, Loki?" Natasha asked nervously.
"It's just a very simply ceremony, my dear." Said Frigga. "My son is afraid he is not worthy of your love."
"That's ridiculous." Nat answered as she took Loki's hand.
