IMAGINES: LOKI x READER

Wedding Trickery or How to Marry Loki

It turns out, maybe all those things I once thought were nonsense—about soulmates and love that lasts forever—weren't nonsense after all.

How well do I really fit with Loki if I'm standing here in a wedding dress, in a Midgard chapel, about to say "I do" to a man I only met a few months ago? I already know the answer: we fit perfectly. In fact, this entire wedding was a scheme—one I concocted to get back at Loki after our latest argument.

But things spiraled beyond my original plan. I just wanted to have a fling with a handsome mortal, make Loki jealous, and then return to him like nothing had happened. Instead, Loki didn't even bother to come after me. Not a single message in months. Meanwhile, I grew attached to this blue-eyed guy, the one standing in front of me now, looking at me with hope in his eyes.

This man helped me forget, at least for a little while, about my dark-haired God. In just a few months, he made me so happy that when he got down on one knee, I found myself agreeing to marry him. My heart was screaming "Loki" the whole time, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from those blue ones, and I couldn't say no. I saw a future in them.

The ceremony was taking place in a small chapel on the outskirts of London. Early morning sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting a soft, intimate glow over everything.

There were only about twenty guests, mostly from my groom's side. I had invited Thor and Sif—my closest friends. But this moment wasn't about them.

Right now, all eyes in the chapel weren't on me or the man I was about to marry. They were fixed on the figure who had just strolled into the church.

Loki had arrived. He walked in with his usual smirk, ran a hand through his black hair, gave me a wave, and casually took a seat in the second row. He sat down next to Thor, crossed his arms, and motioned for the priest to continue as if this was all perfectly normal.

That made my Asgardian blood boil. How could he be so brazen, so shameless? And why did my heart start beating "Loki! Loki!" all over again? Did he truly not care? Did he ever really love me? Or was he just waiting for me to lose my nerve, abandon this whole wedding, and run back to him?

Well, that wasn't happening. I wasn't going to leave those blue eyes standing at the altar.

Fuming, I turned to Loki and snapped, "You're not even going to do anything?!"

He smiled knowingly as if he could still feel the pull between us. "Do I need to?" he asked, feigning surprise. "By marrying him, you're still choosing me."

I stared at him in confusion. As the words sank in, the guests started to disappear, one by one. With a wink, Loki vanished, too, leaving only Thor, Sif, my groom, two other friends, and the stunned priest behind.

My groom squeezed my hand, pulling me back to the moment. I looked at him—but instead of the familiar blue eyes, I found myself staring into a pair of green ones.

Loki was now standing in front of me.

The priest gasped, looking between me and Loki, clearly bewildered. And suddenly, everything clicked. That's why my heart had been crying out "Loki! Loki!" all along. The blue-eyed man I'd fallen for had been Loki the whole time. He'd been using his magic to disguise himself—same height, similar build, even the same sense of humor. He'd known all my favorite things without ever asking.

"I hate your illusions," I muttered, though I couldn't bring myself to pull my hand away from his.

"But you love me," Loki replied, winking. "And I love you. So..." He hesitated for a moment, looking less confident now as Thor burst out laughing, finally realizing what his brother had done. "Will you marry me?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. He was completely mad—but he was mine. I couldn't even be angry at him for tricking me. Deep down, I'd known it was him all along. After all, you recognize your soulmate, whether you want to or not. Turns out, that's not nonsense either.

"Well," I said, glancing at the four people still left in the room, "I'm already in the dress. We've got guests. And you did go through the trouble of pretending to be a regular Midgardian..."

"Yes or no?" Loki interrupted, impatient now, his green eyes filled with genuine fear.

I laughed, feeling a rush of joy. "Yes."