Chapter 1
As soon as she walks into the room, it feels as though my heart stops in my chest. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she moves so gracefully across the floor, appearing as though she is floating above the marble. Her silk dress flows behind her and ripples off her body, sculpting her figure in a way only Gods can create; Perhaps there is a being greater than himself who molds goddesses like you.
“Brother, if you stare any harder, she will melt.” Thor's voice disappointingly breaks me out of my trance and my head snaps in his direction.
“Please. I was not staring that hard,” I say with a roll of my eyes, embarrassed by my brother taking notice.
Suddenly, the princess appears in front of Thor who is standing beside me. I can smell the fragrance she wears and it intoxicates me, despite knowing I should not feel this way towards my brother's future wife. The forbiddenness of it lures me in, wondering just how easy it would be to steal her away.
For the first time, she glances towards me after introducing herself to my brother. Her eyes bore into mine and I raise my head high, not able to read her as well as I can with others. It makes her all the more intriguing.
“My name is Y/n,” Even her voice is alluring, “I hope that you and I can get along.”
Her name becomes tucked away into my brain, remembering it easily, “Loki. I wish the same.”
I keep my introduction short and bow slightly, kissing the top of her hand. I look up at her through my eyebrows. and she makes a face as though she is content with my interaction with her. She is obviously held at a higher standard than my brother and I, displaying that through the air of elegance and femininity surrounding her.
Mother comes over to the two of us as Y/n walks away, joining her own parents who could not hold a mere candle to how she carries herself.
“Loki, you can go now, but Thor, you stay. We have to prepare you for the wedding tomorrow.”
I furrow my brows as she says this, not realizing how quickly this spectacle was going to be. However, it is not my place to say anything, so I turn and make my leave. I turn my head slightly as I do and take note of Y/n’s eyes settling on me as I exit through the doors of the large room.
Upon entering my own quarters, I pace and wonder how I can ultimately steal her away from Thor. I would have to get to know her better, realizing the personality being displayed to me is false. The look I received from her as I walked away told me all I needed to know, and now I formulate my plan.
He is the god of mischief afterall, he needs chaos and thrives off of creating it.
Later that evening, as I make my way to the library within the castle walls, I notice the doors slightly ajar. I furrow my brows and hesitate before opening one of them fully, my eyes landing on her once again. Finally, time to be alone with her.
I watch as she turns towards me as though she has been caught doing something she isn’t supposed to, however, she relaxes when she sees me. A good sign.
“Find a novel you like?” I question, curious about the one she holds in her hands.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”
As her voice makes its way to my ears, I perk up and move closer to her, “I could be saying the same.”
She laughs softly and it is like music to my ears, better than anything I have ever heard and I have listened to very beautiful music. Her soft smile is enchanting and I find myself craving another once it disappears from her face.
“Well, then, it’s okay.” She says softly, “Are all of these written in Asgardian?”
I nod in response to her question, “Can you read the language?”
She turns to me fully and glances down at the novel before answering me, “I can, a little bit, but sometimes I need a translation.”
I hum, “I could always teach you.”
Upon my offer, she stops and ponders it for a moment before nodding slowly. For a reason I cannot fathom, Y/n seems hesitant to agree and it leaves me wondering why. Could it be that she has begun to feel doubts of being with Thor and wants someone different. It is very wishful thinking; He knows this.
“Wonderful. We can begin our first lesson after your wedding.” A smirk spreads across my face as I gauge her reaction to my words, seeming to be disappointed by the word marriage alone, “Having second thoughts?”
“Well, this isn’t something I can really back away from.”
“That is true, you’ll be stuck with my idiot brother,” I say matter of factly. If I was in her position, I would definitely have second thoughts.
My comment causes another laugh to bubble up from her beautiful lips and I can’t help but let my own smirk grow. She is absolutely breathtaking, and even if this is a game, I find myself truly wishing she was mine instead.
And perhaps she will be.