Sarcastic Love Pt.2

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"Ha! You have no idea." She smirked. She took the goggles off, placed them on the table, and made her way over to Loki. Together they walked down the golden corridor. To say that this corridor, was magical is an understatement. The walls were made of pure gold, with mythical creatures, and flowers  carved into the walls.

Making it feel like you were walking through a garden made of gold, (this happen to be her favorite part of the house as well.) "So what's on our agenda today?" Loki asked almost nervously. "Typical guys, forgetting important things." She teased. "Oh excuse me Mrs.Perfect." He said, and jokingly punched her in the shoulder.

Causing her to laugh a lot harder than she would have liked. "We have the council meeting at 9 a.m, and then we have the Inaugural Ball at 10 p.m." She couldn't help but smile, this was a very important day to her. "What's got you all cheesy?" Loki asked almost jealous.

"Don't tell me you forgot." She said annoyed by her boyfriend's forgetfulness. "I didn't forget, but there's honestly nothing to be excited about." He blankly said. She cocked her head at him. "Uhhh what?! Are you kidding me?! Today is the biggest deal in the history of biggest deals! After the inaugural ball, we will finally be husband and wife, and that makes me the princess!" She happily explained.

"Well in all for fairness, you don't need a crown or a ball to make you a princess." He said, and patted her head like she was a dog. She rolled her eyes, but on the inside she had butterflies. It didn't matter how long they were together, whenever Loki did small things like that she always got butterflies.

"Oh yeah, do you still hate my brother?" Loki asked. Just the mention of Loki's brother, made the butterflies in her stomach go away immediately."Hate is an understatement." She mumbled, and rolled her eyes twice as hard than before. "I understand, but he is still your king. Can you promise you will get along with him?"

She was quick to object. "Absolutely not! Your brother is the most cockiest, prideful person I know. And you already know that my biggest pet peeve is-." "Cocky people." They said at the same time. "But darling." He stopped her from walking, and held her hands into his.

"Can you promise..for me?" He stared directly into her eyes. She wanted to reject, but staring into his eyes didn't help matters, and she reluctantly agreed. "Fine, I promise...only for you." A smile of relief spread across his face. "Thank you." He said and they continued to walk holding hands. "To try."

~ After The Meeting~
She was sitting in the meeting room, while Thor and Loki were outside talking. There were a couple of snobby girls in the same room as her, but they were talking in the corner. Every now and then they would look at up her, and start laughing. She tried to ignore them, and it worked for the most part, that was until they came up to her.

"Hii, so me and my girls were wondering why you chose to be with Loki, and not Thor?" The leader of the pack asked her, while laughing. She was so sick of hearing this question. She sighed very aggressively, and massaged her temples. "The same reason why I wouldn't date none of y'all." She snapped, stood up from the table and walked out.

She walked right past Thor and Loki, and didn't even speak to neither of them. "Where are you going?" Thor asked. "To my room." She quickly replied and continued walking without turning around. "But the meeting-." He added. "You wanna continue the meeting, meet me in my room." She said. They watched her walk down the hallway, when she was no longer in sight.

Thor looked at Loki, and made a face that said are you gonna handle this. "I'll go talk to her." Loki said, and left.

~In The Room~
She was pacing in the bedroom, while cursing under her breath. Loki cautiously, approached the door, and knocked. "Yes." She said inside, not trying to hide the annoyance in her voice. "It's Loki." He said behind the door. "Come in...I guess." He slowly opened the door, too scared to see inside, and for his life.

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