Loki

The Coronation

The coronation was a beautifully set up display. The grandiose use of gold being shined on by fire gives me the impression that this is the height of wealth. The room looked the way most imagine Heaven.

Bigger than that was the crowd. If anyone has ever gone shopping on Black Friday, you know how long it took to get a crowd this big together. Asgard handling a crowd this larger astounded me. Then again, Thor cheered them on like they were a Super Bowl stadium.

The prince himself was yet to arrive, along with Loki. The Warriors Three and Sif were here, milling about while conversing with the occasional passerby.

Freyja stood guard- sorry- stood beside me. Both of us were done up in the finery worthy of the top tier where we stood. Her, in bright golds and purples. Her hair let down to show off the multitude of curls she was infamous for. In respect to Alex Kingston, she was beautiful. As someone who knows where River Song has been, she was alright.

She and Loki worked together, conspiring to get me in queenly clothes. Dressing up to the standards of others was something I was familiar with, that I understood. Here people were talking about me like I was royalty, my kingdom a tight lipped secret to anyone not in the know. Nobody would respect a Midgardian total, obviously, as we were lowly apes. In this case, it was expected to feel like a Barbie doll. They put me in a dark blue dress, like the dark waters of Midgard. Gold jewelry was added in as a golden studded belt on my waist, golden arm guards, and golden sandals. Loki could tell by that point any more gold would get stuffed down Freyja's throat, so instead he gave me a simple silver necklace and circlet. My hair was done curly, though they would never be as wild as Freyja's.

Now we both stood near the dais. Waiting for the Royal Procession. Bored as all hell.

Well I was bored. Freyja was shifting on her feet, eyes constantly darting to the door.

"People will get suspicious if you keep acting like that." I whispered, smiling for the sake of the crowd.

"This is going to implode in our faces." Freyja told me. "This can't work."

"It will work, if you got the ice cubes and sprayed them with that spray bottle I gave you." I replied. Freyja exhaled through her nose. "And the ants."

"The guards won't be fooled by ants." Freyja reminded me.

I hummed. "No they will not. Thor will though."

"I never thought you of all people wield magic." Freyja pouted.

I rolled my eyes. "You can die and change your face. The love of your life does the exact same thing. We both came here cause of magic. Me casting spells is a limit to you?"

Freyja sighed, huffing while squaring back her shoulders. She had the look on her face- the face of being annoyed with me. It was a familiar expression on her. The expression actually comforted me while the Plan began. "Were it not for the laws of this land, I would throw you off the Bifrost."

"I feel the same, my friend." My smile widened, as real as the shade of pink painted on.

Except no I don't.

I may be mad at you, and forced to play nice with you for Loki's sake,

But I wouldn't subject anyone to Thanos.

As usual whenever the Titan came up, rage filled up in my chest. Rage burnt up like a toxin in me. If I opened my mouth, smoke was likely to come out. (It's how it works- I raised a dragon.)

To my disgust, I wasn't allowed to silently plan a murder in peace. Thor's friends spotted me. They approached us. Freyja let my words sink in, hiding her suspicious air. She was an assassin- she should know better!