A bride for Prince Loki

Planning the Contest

It was late spring in Asgard, just three months before Prince Loki turned 2,000 years old (18 years in human years). Odin had called the young prince along with Frigga into the throne room. Loki, still holding resentment towards his adoptive father, arrived late and uninterested. Frigga smiled lovingly towards her son as Odin simply looked down on him with sharp eyes.

"Loki, as you are aware, we are to celebrate your birth three months from today. Within these three months, there will be a contest held to find you a suitable wife. Ladies from all nine realms will be invited and notified about the contest." Odin said to the young prince; his voice was booming with authority.

Loki rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. He had always thought of love as a weakness; his mother was the only one he allowed to get close to him, as Odin showed favoritism towards Thor.

"Father, I do not need to find a wife. It is a ridiculous notion which I haven't the time for; I am far too busy with my duties as Prince of Asgard." he retorted, casting a glare towards Odin.

"Loki, my son, we only have your best interest at heart. As you are of Jotunn descent and heir to the Jotunheim throne, you must be betrothed before your 2,000th birthday. It is a tradition for both Jotunn and Asgardian royals to host these contests. Please, my son, at least be civilized about this." Frigga tried to reason with Loki; he winced hearing about his heritage.

"Alright, mother, I will go along with this unnecessary task. But I get the final say on who stays and who leaves. I will arrange all the events, and Thor must take over my duties until this is over with," he countered, looking from his mother to Odin.

The king and queen looked at each other as if having a silent conversation. Frigga nodded slightly, "Of course, my son, but as your mother, I get to choose the young ladies who will partake in this event." She said softly as Loki nodded, then he turned and left without another word.

Loki returned to his chambers and began to write down the different events and activities he would have the maidens partake in. While Loki was writing down the various games and activities, Frigga returned to her chambers to begin writing invitations:

Dear lady Angrboða Of Jotunheim,

You are hereby invited to compete for Prince Loki Of Asgard's hand in marriage. This event will take place exactly two weeks from now. At the start of the contest, we will hold a ball. Be prepared for anything and everything. All weapons are to be left behind. Please respond as soon as you can.

-Queen Frigga Of Asgard.

Frigga wrote a letter similar letter to the following: Lady Jörð Of Jotunheim, Lady Sigyn Of Vanaheim, Lady Zidka, and Lady Asoar Of Svartalfheim, Lady Dracora of Muspellhiem, Lady Natasha, Lady Maria and Lady (Y/n) Of Midgard. Frigga had a guard inform Lady Freyja Of Asgard of the contest.

Once each of the invitations had been signed, and sealed, Frigga asked a guard to call Thor to her study, being as he was the most comfortable around the Midgardins and knew of their women and customs, she would be sending him to deliver the invitations to the three women of Midgard.

"Mother, what need is there on this beautiful day?" Thor's booming voice sounded as he entered the room. His cape and shoulder-length hair blowing from the slight breeze coming from the balcony. He had yet to be informed of the recent contest that was to take place.

"Ahh, my son, we have much to discuss," Frigga simply smiled, sipping on her afternoon tea. The afternoon sun was lighting up the spacious study bouncing off her delicate features, the rays causing her blonde hair to shine like gold.

Thor sat in the chair next to her; he wondered what she would want to talk about. His mind drifting to his earlier training with Sif and the warriors three to flirting with several maids and chatting to Heimdall about Jane. He had been trying to think of any wrongdoings he had done, but his mind came up blank. Usually, he was only ever called on when it involved Loki.