Beyla ~ (Loki)

3.

I sit on the marble siding of the fountain in the gardens of Asgard, allowing my Bees to attend to their saplings last as I relax in my thoughts.

Loki and I have been mischievously having secrets rendezvous within the late hours of the night. Hidden our relations out of the sights of Thor and the Alfather. The only person to know about the secret affair is Frigga. Who was surprisingly supportive in every way possible.

Loki comes stomping away on the golden tiles and halts when he notices me. I furrow my brows confused. "Loki? Are you alright, my love?" I stand walking over to caress his features. He grabs my hands, lowering them. "Father has chosen Thor to be crowned by 3 days nightfall." I look at him reading into his eyes. "Why are you frightened?"

His expression sharpens and his spits, "Odin declared it would be disrespectful to all before him to not be wed as King."

I drop my hands completely staring at the ground in shock. "No. I can choose. I have my right to turn it down!" "You have no right in the eyes of the Alfather, Beyla." "Your mother must have a say!" "She addresses the cause and he rejected it before she even spoke your name."

I back away taking a seat on the fountain. I place my hand over my heart as I feel the need to explode.

"There has to be something you can do."

Loki bends to his knee in front of me. He holds my hands kissing each knuckle. "Beyla, my love, I promise to do everything in my power to stop this wedding and coronation. He doesn't deserve to be King and rule with a Goddess as yourself."

Loki leans in kissing me with passion. "If anyone is going to rightfully call you their Queen, I will be the first. We will rule together, darling. I promise you." He struts away withholding a newfound purpose in his eyes.

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As the brothers stand at the end waiting for the bride to be, Loki quickly tries to pass his frustration and time. "Thor." He gestures towards the goblet in the Attendant's hand. Eels pour over the sides of the goblet, slithering out and across the terrified Attendant's hand. He screams, hurls the goblet to the ground as Loki chuckles.

"Loki." Thor scolds.

Loki gestures to the writhing eels on the ground. They turn back to spilled wine, the illusion shattered. "Now that was just a waste of good wine."

Loki shrugs, "Just a bit of fun." Beyla would've found it amusing.

Thor dons his infamous eagle winged helmet. Loki scoffs, "Nice feathers." His brother challenges. "You don't really want to start this again, do you, Cow?" "I was being sincere." "You're incapable of sincerity." Loki raises his eyebrows at his brother smugly.

"Am I? Beyla finds me rather charming and quite capable of sincerity." Thor looks at his brother with question. "I've looked forward to this day as long as you have. You're my brother and my friend. Sometimes I'm envious, but never doubt that I love you." Thor pats his back. "I know you love her, brother. If there was anything I could do I would. If I wish to be King then I am to be wed and produce an heir. You understand, brother." Loki stares at him in shock. He knew? Yet he sat through the council with a smile as they discussed the wedding.

Loki once again had a ring of thoughts surrounding the crown and his beloved. He deserves to be King!

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I stare at myself in the mirror with a frown. "Honey smile, it's your wedding day." My mother states as Frigga wings out the back of the stunning golden gown. She drapes a red shawl over my shoulders and places a large jeweled necklace with Thor's famous winged trademark upon my neck.