🌷 The Suitor 🌷// Loki x Reader

Passageways and Poor Design Choices

"And these were the designs they claimed to work day and night to give to you?"

You quietly laughed as you placed the final book upon the library shelf. "Wretched, aren't they?"

You walked up behind him watching as he scowled at the sight of the gown designs placed in his hands. He mumbled things under his breath like, "no" and "never" as he tried to understand the absurdity of the things before him.

You giggled wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Do not stress, love. They really are as putrid as you think."

He sighed, setting the papers down to the side and grabbing your arms. "I cannot, in good conscience, let you dress in any of these."

"I do not exactly get much of a choice. And you don't exactly get much of a say."

"But they can not possibly expect you to wear any of these. Particularly as you represent the prince. He would be furious."

"I believe that was the point."

He turned his head up to you, his brow raised in curiosity. "Oh?"

You chuckled, walking around the sofa and picking up the designs from the seat before sitting down yourself.  "In his constant state of blissful ignorance, Birger believed that, of all people, Kari would choose a few appropriate designs for me. And as most are aware, she despises me." you handed him the pile of papers. "Hence why they are, the way they are."

"Interesting."

"She even included a few of her own compositions." You took a single paper from his hand and pointed to the upper corner. "You see this here?"

He grimaced. "The feathers?"

"Exactly that." You giggled. "It is in her writing. She places far too many loops in the simplest words and her vocabulary is sharp and frustratingly simple. Ladies, as they tutored in their youth, are accustomed to doing this. For elegance purposes, of course."

"You don't." He raised his brow glancing curiously up to you. "Your penmanship in no way resembles hers."

"Well, unlike Kari, I did not learn everything I know from specialized schools."

"Then where did you learn?"

"My mother."

"Your mother?" he inquired with a grin, sitting up eagerly in his seat. "She taught you?"

You shyly smiled down at your work in your hand. "She preferred to teach me herself. I learned much from her up until the time I became of age and my father moved higher in the royal guard. Then they decided that it would be best that I went to a specialized school for ladies just as other girls my age were doing."

"However, you were already far ahead of the others. From your own teachings and from those of your mother." He grinned proudly. "You had already begun developing your own way."

"I was reading full books and lettering entire stories while I was educating myself! And although I never failed an exam, I did not need to relearn it in another way just so I could resemble every other lady around me. I found it absurd. And quite frankly rather silly."

"And I suppose those around you didn't agree with your point of view."

"I was barely 12 at the time and already I was told I was, " you perched yourself up in an exaggerated form. ", boorish and crude. Completely unladylike in a way they had never seen in their 3,000 years of education."

You both laughed in unison as you reminisced of distant memories. As you calmed, you sighed and dropped over, lying back on the couch and placing your head in his lap looking directly up to him as he beamed down to you, amused at your childish ways.