After Loki's lost bet with Thor, D.B. Cooper causes chaos on Midgard, and a war with Vanaheim rises in the East, so Odin proposes a wager of his own to his youngest son:
An arranged marriage, one for the public. If the terms of the deal are honored...
Warnings: I don't think there's any? Just Loki being somehow sweet and dastardly at the same time, and embarrassing himself in front of Adora again.
Summary: Loki regrets upsetting Adora and decides instead to do the opposite from now on... to help him win the bet, of course. Meanwhile, Adora struggles at the feast when Loki's late to make an appearance.
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Loki's cheek stung as he stormed back to his chambers. Regret burned his face, his boots stomping loudly down the halls. Servants avoided his gaze and skirted quickly around him. He knew it did little to help the rumors about him, but his own anger and annoyance at himself coursed through him like a fire.
Loki knew it was not Adora's fault she believed the rumors, as she knew little else about his character... and Loki's own behavior did nothing to aid in the betterment of it.
Still, the idea that people really thought of him as an abuser enraged him. The fact that Adora seemed willing to endure such horrid things for the sake of her realm upset him greatly, and the look on her soft face when she begged him not to leave bruises where Milja might see them... he hated to say it, but it broke something deep within his chest.
He'd gone too far trying to push her buttons and get more information out of her, but his anger over these rumors took over him before he knew what he was really saying. After all, Loki was an arsehole, he knew that much, and he'd been cruel to her in that moment. He said he'd never hurt her and then he did.
She had no reason to trust him.
Still, there had been a moment just before she slapped him that he swore her eyes changed color. As the anger shot through her, Loki was sure he'd seen a flash... of violet flame.
He would have commented on it, pressed her on it, but the moment her blazing skin rocketed across his cheek he'd decided to let it go. What he'd said had been terrible, and he knew it, shame blossoming in his chest as she panicked under the crushing weight of the corset and all she knew of him.
Loki groaned, slowing as he realized he hadn't done what he went in her chambers for in the first place. His cheeks burned as he shoved his hand in his pocket, palming the small box inside.
He'd been excited to give it to her before his pathetic attempt at comforting her turned into him putting his own foot firmly in his mouth. There was no way he was going back in there now that he'd loosened her corset... those dress harpies would have his head.
He couldn't fathom what had possessed him to kiss her forehead like that. He'd never done it before, not to any of his bed partners or even long term ones. Something in the moment just felt right, and as soon as he'd done it he'd had to get the Hel out of there.
Adora's skin was too warm , too easy to lean against and touch. Her presence was comforting, drew him in like he couldn't help himself... must be the magick of the Fae.
