𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 || 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Loki and you were finally visiting one of the other realms he promised to take you too, the rainbow bridge between worlds—Loki informed you it was named the 'Bifrost'—opens and snatches the two of you up. He holds you close to his strong chest.

"Scared, my love?" Loki asks as you zip through the galaxy, you look around and look in awe of the stars around the portal.

"No... only awe." Your jaw hangs slack as you see the cosmos, but, when you land on the new realm you jaw nearly feel off.

The realm you landed in was absolutely stunning, even more beautiful than Asgard. The palace before you was a black stone with purple hues, the height of the building was to the sky. The amount of towers you see on the building is almost threatening, but magnificent at the same time.

"Let us go, darling?" He hooks his arm around your own and it reminds you of your wedding day with him.

Walking down the aisle, your beautiful white and dark green gown—representing him—trailed behind you as you strutted, the veil was nearly the same length. Loki demanded that the maids helping you wouldn't apply makeup to your features, he wanted to see you as you, not as the shield of Asgardian products you hid behind. The best part of the ceremony was the vows, and, well, the after party sex you had with your newly wed husband.

"Y-Yes!" You snap out of your thoughts. "Let's go, Lokes." You smile and peck his cheek before he leads you inside of the elegant black and purple castle.

The inside was the opposite of what you expected, bright lights covering the halls from chandeliers, the walls the purest of whites with golden accents around the corners, large windows revealing the outside, it was utterly stunning.

"Do you like the interior, princess?" A person approaches, Loki told you about her, her name was Marcella. She was gorgeous, stunning dark brown curls, tan skin, shining yellow eyes, sharp, pointy ears, a hooked nose, plump lips, everything about her was stunning—especially her dress. It was a pale purple, golden accents around her waist and the ends of the gown.

"Princess?" You lift your eyebrow at Marcella's comment.

"You are wed to Loki, yes?" You nod. "Then you are a princess." Marcella chuckles, covering her hand with her mouth.

You nearly forget that fact, Loki is the prince of Asgard. He has been for his entire life. "Oh, Yes!" You chuckle, covering your nervousness, but Marcella sees through it and smiles.

Loki nudges your arm and the two of you begin to follow Marcella into one of the many rooms in the chateau.

"Why are we here again?" You whisper to your husband.

"To see my flowers, dearest." He smiles back.

"Your flowers?" Your eyebrow raises.

He hums, pecking your cheek. "You'll see."

Marcella opens the door, revealing a massive flower chamber, a massive skylight dome above, the walls were lined with vines—white roses covering the green ropes—but what you saw on the ground nearly made your heart stop, rhinanthus minor flowers. Loki's flowers. You understand what he means now.

"These, princess, are a gift your husband here has been growing for months." Marcella winks.

You smile widely, your head turning to Loki. "Truly?"

He nods, Marcella leaves, a small smirk on her face as she does so. Loki pulls you by your hips, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, then your lips.

His finger brushes your jaw, tilting your head up before pinching your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, Loki slides his tongue into your mouth, it collides against your own as he moves you to the floor, swiping you down. His hand meets your lower back and within a second your under him, Loki now on his knees before you.