he needs to just be crowned god already

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Of course, it was hated, and hidden. You, were the princess of Midgard, and him, the Prince of Asgard. It was after a ball, one of which only happened every thousand years, that you found one another, and instant love had been portrayed. 

It wasn’t meant to be, but Loki wanted it, oh so much. He would secretly travel back to Midgard, every time he could, to come and find you. Today, it was sitting in front of your vanity, placing your crown upon your head.


Loki: You know my dear, you don’t need a crown, you’re already a princess, and my queen.

Y/N: *Turns around,* Oh my god Loki, what are you doing here?

Loki: I wanted to see you-

Y/N: But our families, Loki, it’s just not meant to be…

Loki: I would stop, refuse to be a prince, for you, I swear it on my life. I would die for you, I would-

Y/N: Don’t swear on your life. Swear on your family name, and I am all yours.

Loki: Y/N, my love, my…Juliet. 

Y/N: My Loki, My Romeo.