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: discussions about sex, involuntarily nudity, honest conversations
Summary: The morning after Loki ruins their consummation night, he has a frank conversation with his new bride
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The only thing Loki knew was pain.
A steady pulsing throb pounded through his skull as he woke, immediately twisting under the covers to avoid the sunlight.
The problem with magickal consummation rooms is that their sole purpose is to get one laid...and they will provide one with every item, tool, and opportunity to do so.
The covers yanked off him in one go and Loki was exposed to the cool morning air. He let out a frustrated groan and kicked the mattress, but the room made him watch as the blanket disappeared into the streams of light coming in from the balcony.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Loki knew enough about this kind of magick to follow the cues. He sat up slowly to find his armor and underclothes nowhere to be seen. He tried to ignore it as he trudged slowly inside, grumbling to himself with each step.
Loki was halfway through brushing his teeth before he realized he hadn't felt Adora in the bed next to him. Leaning away from the sink and his brush dangling from his mouth, he looked back to the bed to find it empty.
"Adora?" he called, but no reply came.
When he spit out the paste, a cup appeared for him to deposit the brush into, and it disappeared as soon as he did.
"No willowfine for this headache?" he asked the room, and just as quickly a small potion appeared on the ledge of the sink.
"Thanks," Loki muttered, snatching it and stomping out of the room.
There were very few places to hide in a chamber such as this, considering it was one room with a bathroom and a balcony. Loki avoided looking at the Ahava flowers littering the floor and made his way through the double doors.
Adora was curled up on a loveseat on the balcony, clutching a coffee mug and watching the sun rise. Makeup free and in a sweater and warm leggings, she caught his eye and sheepishly turned back to the cup, her cheeks turning red.
