The war between our Love (Loki x Reader) Chapter One: The Princess of Bevollion
Note: Loki is angry. Odin doesn’t care, and Thor cares too much.
The second Prince of Asgard held a scowl on his face, it had been there since he heard the news he wasn’t happy to hear. He was storming down the hallways of the palace towards the Throne room where his ‘father’ was. His eldest brother was not far behind him looking worried that his brother might level the entire land of Asgard. “Brother, please calm down.” Thor spoke softly. “Don’t tell me to calm down Thor.” Loki spat to Thor looking back to him with darkness swirling in his eyes. “You aren’t being forced into marriage.” He huffed before ripping open the doors to the Throne room where Odin sat.
“Well well if it isn’t my two sons.” Odin smiled as Loki’s eyes darkened more with hatred. “I am not your son. You cannot sell me out for marriage as a peace treaty.” Loki hissed his anger as Odin frowned. “If I do not, then war will happen.” Odin growled. “That is of no concern of mine you fool.” Loki growled back. “As far as they know you are my son. This is your punishment as well.” Odin said leaning back in his chair as Loki gritted his teeth. “You can’t make me.” Loki fired back. “You don’t have a choice in the matter. She comes tomorrow which you will be betrothed.” Odin said. “Not another word Loki.” Odin clenched his fist when Loki huffed.
Loki glared daggers to the man placed on the Throne. He wasn’t a father, he would never be Loki’s father. Sadly, Odin was right, since he is the Prince of Asgard Odin has a say in who he is to marry. Loki turned around before storming out of the room feeling the darkness threatening to consume him as he walked down the halls. Maids, and other folk stepped out of the Prince’s way in fear of the black aura surrounding his scowling face. Once again Thor was trailing along behind him before he dared himself and placed a hand onto the trickster’s shoulder. “Brother, please–” Thor turned Loki around as Loki swatted his hands away.
“Leave me,” Loki growled stepping closer to Thor. “Alone.” He hissed the word as Thor’s stubbornness wouldn’t allow Loki to be alone. “You never understand. You might desire this woman.” He said making Loki roll his eyes. “Odin said I was marrying her. He never said I had to desire and care for her.” Loki spat making Thor’s jaw clench. “Then there is no point in this marriage.” Thor countered as Loki placed a hand onto Thor’s chest. “Now you’re understanding it.” Loki grinned sickly as he patted Thor’s chest before he walked back to his room. He refused to eat that night, he had lost his appetite and he did not wish to be in the presence of Odin.
Loki sat alone in his room in the coldness of the night as he glared down to his hands in silence. “Bastard.” He growled more to himself than anything when he gazed out to the pale moonlight. He let out a small sigh running his fingers through his hair thinking of what tomorrow may bring. He stood up thinking about how his mother wouldn’t allow this to happen, but he knew she was no longer here. Whatever Odin wanted, Odin got even if it was at the cost of others. To his surprise he felt a tear dripped down his face as his eyes widened when he brushed away the salted liquid. He swallowed thickly before he got up from the chair before laying down on his bed.
Someone knocked on his door making him jolt slightly. “My Lord, are you going to eat tonight?” A small voice asked softly. “No, I shall be fine.” He called back before turning on his bed to face away from the door. His voice was slightly strained from holding back his emotions as he let out a shaky sigh. His eyelids felt heavy as he tried to stay awake for as long as he could, because if he dared to close his eyes then his life would be over. He didn’t want to wake up, he didn’t want tomorrow to come, but sadly fate as it is sleep had claimed him without a second thought making his body relax in the blissful unconscious state.
Then it was morning must to Loki’s disapproval when he noticed a figure towering over him as his blurred eyes readjusted to see Thor standing there. He held a tray in his hands as he placed it on the table by Loki’s bed when Loki took notice of the angered look on his face. “You never came to dinner last night.” Thor said in a stern tone as Loki sat up looking down. “I wasn’t hungry.” He countered as Thor frowned softly. “Well you are told to eat now. The Princess of Bevollion will be here momentarily.” He said watching Loki grit his teeth. “Please eat.” Thor whispered before he walked out as Loki huffed looking to the tray when he started to eat.
Loki washed up and got dressed when there was a knock at the door before it gently opened. “My Lord, you are requested in the Throne room.” A young woman said as Loki stood staring expressionless in front of his mirror. “So be it.” He whispered to himself before following the woman who gave him a weary smile. “She is beautiful my lord.” She said trying to make conversation. “I don’t care.” Loki huffed before soon she opened the doors to the Throne room. The entire room has been decorated for the occasion when Loki slowly made his way towards the Throne seeing Thor smiling softly to him while Odin glares from his seat.
Loki noticed a woman who had a veil over her face when two women behind her pulled it back as Loki’s eyes widened for a moment. She was… breathtaking. Her hair was the most beautiful shade, her eyes piercing yet playful at the same time and her lips the perfect hue of pink. This couldn’t be the woman he was to marry as he walked up to Odin who gestures to the woman. “Loki, I want you to meet (Y/N) of Bevollion. She is the daughter of (F/N). She is the one who you are to be wedded to.” He said as Loki looked at her. For the first time in his life he was actually speechless by such a beautiful creature who stood before him dressed in white.
It made her look even more breathtaking, she looked like an angel that stepped out of the heavens themselves. It made the organ that pumped blood through his system clench in desperation to figure a way to get out of this. For once, he did not wish for war, and if this marriage didn’t work he would once again be blamed for the consequences. It didn’t matter that he was forced into this wedding, it only mattered if he stopped the war. His mind was racing with thoughts, with actions, but none of them ended well for anyone, especially not him. He glanced back to the woman thinking how beautiful she was and how he wanted to touch her.
No, he would not fall for the likes of her. She isn’t of his race and he refused this mainly because he was being forced into all of this, yet he couldn’t help but notice the gentleness of her expression. It made him want to keep her safe and make sure nothing ever placed her in harm’s way. He felt this tingling feeling on his skin as he stood in front of her. It was almost as if he was standing in front of the sun with the warmth that radiated off her. He held back a shudder that coursed its way up his spine as he watched her every movement like he was studying her. He was getting lost in her eyes as felt his entire foundation crack under him in her presence.
That’s when the priest cleared his throat when Loki suddenly remembered what was happening. Once again he wasn’t happy with the turn of events, as beautiful as she was he didn’t want to marry her. He didn’t want this, he wanted to scream, fight back, but he could do nothing as the priest spat out the words of the holy matrimony. Loki felt like there was a knife being shoved down his throat as he forced himself to swallow. They were given rings when he noticed the glittering tears welling in her eyes as she slid the ring onto his finger.
It felt cold, colder than his own skin when he picked up her ring and slid it onto her finger as he watched her. The expression mirrored his own, she didn’t want this as much as he did, yet there was nothing that either of them could do. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest called. There was nothing good about this situation, they don’t know each other. They’ve never heard each other's’ voices, nor do they know how this will in the end play out. They woke up and were forced into the marriage at the break of dawn with no will to fight back against this. Their marriage was the treaty. He placed his hand onto her cheek before his lips pressed against her own making it seal their fate as one.
not to start any drama but once you realize that you do not need men to be happy/complete/sexually satisfied & that their roles in the lives of women have been greatly exaggerated, you open your life up to a quiet and peaceful independence. i appreciate that you can want men and love them, but you don’t need them for a single solitary thing, not even to become a mother, and once i understood that i added 548 years to my life expectancy