Everyone bowed before Aryln, even the Asgardian princes, and she blushed a deep pink rose. After a minute, Thor rose and the others stood up as well. Thor began to walk over to Aryln. Before Thor reached her, Loki stepped in front of her. He brushed a few strands of her dark hair from her face.
“ My dear princess, might I have the honor to accompany you to the dance later this evening?” The green cloaked god asked her. Thor over hearing his brother snorted.
“Loki, now that isn't fair. I was going to ask her.” Thor protested. He stood now before Princess Aryln. “My princess.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly. Hogun, Fandral, Sif and Volstagg had stayed while the others gathered up their weapons and armor.
“Has she accepted?” Fandral asked, leaning upon his good friend Thor.
Loki looked at Aryln, and he could see the twinkling within her eyes.
“Loki, I accept.” Loki looked smugly at his brother. “But no fighting with your brother over me.” She told him so softly that no one else could hear. Loki sighed.
“As you wish, my princess.”
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Loki: The Frost King of Angels
FanfictionLoki has known Aryln, for a long time. She is princess of the Angels of Alfheim, and was born with a soul orb. An angel's soul orb leads their owners to their soul mates, and once their mate is found, their ultimate destiny unfolds. if Aryln's...
