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: Mentions of masturbation, Loki lusting after his bride lol
Summary: As the days pass, Loki and Adora grow more comfortable with one another. Adora makes a decision about Milja's future, and Loki makes Adora a proposition.
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Adora balanced Milja on her lap, coaxing bites of food into her while she played with Prince Stuffy, reading a book over her shoulder. She loved the damned plushie and had carried it with her everywhere since Hela gave it to her a few days ago, much to Adora's disdain.
She could sense the seidr coming from the toy. Unable to tell if it was leftover from its creation or if some spell had been cast on it, Adora couldn't bring herself to take it away from Milja. It hadn't brought any harm to her, so she decided to let her keep it for now, but she found herself studying the toy whenever Milja went to sleep.
Four days had passed since she arrived in Asgard. Four long days of parties and feasts and meetings in between. Adora knew Loki was trying to keep her busy by having her redesign her wedding dress, but she didn't mind. It was keeping her thoughts off their impending marriage and the feasts at night.
She was growing a bit more comfortable with the people around her, though she had noticed Loki's change in behavior to her. He presented only the best manners around her now, never allowed anyone to touch her unless she made the first move, coolly intervening and putting himself in the line of fire when a stray hand made its way toward her. He even started complimenting her on her dresses, remarking on the stitchwork, but she never told him they were made by her own hand.
His gifts had changed from gaudy jewelry to delicate trinkets and large floral displays, much more to Adora's taste. So far he had presented her with hand carved paint brushes and canvases in all shapes and sizes, supplies for embroidery created with thought and care in almost too many colors to ever use, and some dress forms that were somehow perfectly in her and Milja's sizes.
Wylen had been deeply annoyed when he saw the Ahava necklace Loki had given her, both with Loki's lack of knowledge of their customs and that Adora found it amusing to be given such a gift and had kept it.
He grumbled that Loki had better not get her pregnant, and that the thought of having him as a permanent son-in-law was less appealing than being set upon by wild dogs. Adora agreed quietly that she had no intention of doing so, and for him to keep his feelings to himself, and he'd begrudgingly agreed as well.
She was working through the copy of Tristan and Isolde that Loki had let her take from the tunnels, keeping one eye on Milja playing with the toy. They sat in the veranda next to the Sea of Space while Odin, Frigga, and Wylen went over more terms of their marriage contract.
The breeze from the Sea brought along with it the scent of saltwater and a cool mist on the hot morning. Adora liked that about Asgard, that even in the hottest heat of summer a cool breeze would flow through the realm and create the perfect climate to enjoy oneself in. Unlike Alfheim, it didn't have different seasons in different parts of the realm where one could be in a desert one mile and an arctic landscape the next.
