Every King Needs A Queen (a loki story)

The Invitation

Havanna's P.O.V

I looked at Loki. He sat down on his throne after making me look at him.

He was a handsome man.

His emerald green eyes held mischievous intent. His flawless pale skin. His thin lips looked soft. He was a lean man but I knew he was a muscular man.

I blushed and looked away when his lips turned up in a snug smirk.

"Welcome my dear." He said. I stayed quiet.

"I have brought you here to invite you to be my guest at a ball I'm throwing tonight. A maid will take you to a room and get you prepared."

I opened my mouth to ask about my brother.

But he waved his hand and I instantly fell scilent.

A hand was placed on my shoulder.

I looked and a woman in a maids uniform stood there.

I followed her out of the room.

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Loki's P.O.V

I chuckled when the doors shut.

She was even more beautiful in person.

Her green eyes sparkled with innocence. Her lips had an untouched gleam to them.

Tonight I will announce her as my intended. She will be forced to agree. Or watch her brother suffer before dieing.

I got up and transported to my room.

Soon she will be mine and mine alone.