Broken Crown [Loki Fanfic] (One shot)

I'll Never Wear Your Broken Crown. [Loki FanFic]

"Mistress Azkadelia, It is time to awake and get ready for your coronation!" A familier voice boomed through my locked bedroom door. I groaned at them, not wanting to start this day, a day I had been dreading all my life, my coronation.

I ignored them and tryed to get back to sleep, they kept asking me to get up, but I was saftly sleeping behind my locked doors. But soon enough a hand was on the collor of my sleeping garments, pulling me up from my bed, my sanctuary. I wimpered in protest as my feet landed on the cold wooden floor.

"Azkadilia, you will stop mucking about and get ready for your coronation, you have already made yourself late, now get to it!" My Father boomed, his voice raising towards the end of his speach.

His clone that he had used magic to beam to my room, all of a sudden left, leaving me standing in my room alone, and stunned by the sudden act. I whiped my hand through my messed up bed hair, regreting sleeping in and ignoring my maid who was still knocking on the door. I sighed as I strode over to the door and let her in.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you." I lied to her, not my best but good enough. She shrugged it off after a moment of hesitation. I smiled kindly at her as I aloud her in to help me get ready for this blasted day.

My maid, Alice, carryed in a little trolly full of products and all sorts, she quickly chucked me in the bathroom and handed me some bathing esentialls. I took them to my large pristene shower and washed my body and hair with them, there sents where apsolutly devine, I smiled softly to my self as I relaxed under the warm water which was currently poring down hard onto me, creating a steam clowd around the shower room. Once I was done I strode out of the bathing room with a towl drapped around my body, my all to practiced royal walk showing as I walked towards Alice. She smiled at me happily, I seated my self down at my dressing table, playing with the little tubes of make up that I had acuiered over my trips to midguard. I thought deeply about todays events as Alice combed and styled my black hair into a braid bun. She placed some white flowers into my hair, before coming round to aply some make up to my face. Starting with eye liner, eye shadow then mascara, to lips ticks and blush. I looked suprisingly pretty wonce she was done, I thanked her quietly before going into my walk in wardrobe.

I soon stumbled apon a white and pastle green ball gown, I quickly placed it on my towl dryed body and looked my self in the floor to celling, it was out standingly beautiful. The dress had a tight white corsit like top with a flowing green pastle skirt like past that was attached to it, it flowed down gracefully with tiny white flowers which matched my hair embroyed in it. I then picked up a pair of white lace balerina pump like shoes and walked out.

Alice smiled at my apperence, but grabbed a little neckles that had a single charm of pure crystel on it. I placed it around my neck, checking my apperence before taking a seat on the bed and waiting for the guards to come and collect me. Alice exited to tell them I was done.

During this waiting period I thought hard about the day ahead, I didn't want to become a princess, I didn't want fathers broken crown which he had used trickery and murder to gain. I hated how he could manipulate people so easily and take away there freedom with no second thought, I didn't want to be like that.

Suddenly Thor burst in through the double big gloss woden doors. I imediantly stood up and faced my uncle, he smiled at me but his eyes where full of sorrow. He was the only one who knew about my feelings towards the thrown. He helf out his left hand, I slowly lifted mine and gently placed it on his, his much larger then mine. His fingers coild around my hand, engulfing it into an embrace, I smiled up at him, not wanting to show my fear that layed behind my eyes. He lead me out of the room, walking slowly so my petite body could keep up with him.