NOTES/WARNINGS: From the modern day AU, I wasn’t sure whether the writer had intended for it to be set on Asgard/Midgard, therefore I decided to settle upon the former, but without the traditions that are said to commence during the Asgardian version (thus making it, in a sense, ‘modern’).
The wedding was commencing. You, a mere commoner watching from afar, stood in the halls of Asgard as Prince Loki was to be wedded to a close connection from Valhalla. You had wished fervently to join in with the celebrations, to take joy in seeing Prince Thor walk around the halls and greet the commoners with laughs of ebullience and kind gestures. Yet, as you saw Loki’s face contort as he stood upon the dais, you knew that this wedding would be anything but ebullient for you.
Loki was your lover, or had been your lover. You had both met during an informal Asgardian party, having conversed casually throughout the event. You had taken into account that he was royalty and your status as a so-called ‘social inferior’ was nothing of the sort of relation you were prepared to uphold. And yet, Loki had spoken with such an eloquence and charm that you had completely dismissed the fact that he was a Prince.
I’ve written thousands and thousands
of words but none were more powerful
than the ones that spit from your mouth.
A simple phrase that could stop night and say.
I love you.
I hadn’t known love until you set me free.
I hadn’t known love until you showed me the
vast mysterious landscape that it was to be.
When I fell in love with you I fell in love with myself.
I became a complete version of what was always here.