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...
Summary: Loki and Adora meet with their fathers... and an unexpected rival of Loki's shows up.
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Sure enough, when they entered the parlor their fathers were waiting for them. Wylen swept Adora into a bruising hug as soon as he laid eyes on her while Odin waved Loki toward him. He set a heavy hand on the back of his neck while Adora and Wylen held one another, and Loki was grateful for his presence.
"Oh my dear girl," Wylen sighed as he squeezed her. Adora clung to him and settled head on his shoulder, and Loki could see the child he once knew who clung to her father's robes and watched him shyly from behind them.
"I'm perfectly alright, father," she murmured softly, but she didn't let go.
"I was so worried," he whispered gutturally, his voice cracked and fearful. "Don't you ever do such a thing to me again."
"I tried to stop him," Adora said as he let her down, her small bare feet settling on the cool marble floor. "Did you know Tanana Oylensdottir resides here now?"
Wylen scowled down at her, "I do not wish to speak of Oylen or his spawn, Adora. You nearly died."
"She did save her life, Wylen," Odin said, releasing his protective hold on Loki and patting his back before stepping away. "You saw it with your very eyes."
Wylen turned his glare to Odin, "It makes little difference to-."
He cut off as the doors to the parlor opened and Jeryll stepped inside. The burly man beamed at Adora as he spotted her, and she smiled brightly back and made her way to him.
"Princess," he breathed happily, "I'm so relieved. I thought-."
"What is it, Jeryll?" Wylen asked, and Jeryll stood tall and at attention in the presence of his king.
"The Lady Sif has arrived per your requests," he said firmly as his face fell.
Adora and Loki both frowned and looked to their fathers, but before Loki could say anything she walked through the door. Sif did not bother to hold back her disdain as she laid eyes on Loki, but she clasped her hands behind her back and bowed before them. Loki had to hold back his scoff and the roll of his eyes, kissass.
