I'm In Love With The god of Mischief

Asking for Celine's hand in marriage

"Celine, you and I have known each other for 7 months now and, I know we hated each other in the beginning. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I felt that there was something special between us. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Celine, will you marry me?" Max looked at him blankly. "When I said that you and Celine love each other so much that you should marry each other, it wasn't meant to be taken literally. I just teasing you guys. It's a Midgardian thing." Loki rolled his eyes. "Thank you for the explanation."
"Is that sarcasm?"
"Yes." He deadpans. "If you must know, in Asgard, both your age and Celine's age is the age of bethrothal."
"Wow, marrying someone at 15. Tell me something I don't know." She took his hand saying, "If you want to propose to my best friend, just be yourself. She'll love you anyway."
"You actually gave me helpful advice, Maxine."
She turned to see Celine coming in their direction. "She's coming! Remember, be yourself and if she says no, use your magic spear thingy. To change her mind." He sighed in annoyance. For the past 7 months she still calls his scepter a magic spear thingy. "Hi Loki, I brought some ice cream for us."

"Celine," He began. "Yeah?"
"Have you ever thought about our future together?" She nodded. "Why bring that up?"
He nervously looked at the engagement ring then to her. "Celine, you and I have known each other for 7 months now and, I know we hated each other in the beginning. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I felt that there was something special between us. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He got down on one knee revealing the beautiful ring. This brought tears to her eyes. "Celine, will you marry me?" She smiled widely at this. "Yes! A thousand times yes! I'll marry you Loki." He slipped the ring on her delicate finger and pulled her in for a kiss. "My best friend is marrying a Norse god."