Loki

A marriage of convenience. The news infuriated Loki. Of all the gods, it had to be you, his childhood nemesis. Damn the gods, he hated you with every fiber of his being. Ever since you were children, you'd been a thorn in his side, a source of endless irritation. Now he had a whole year ahead of him, a future bound not by chains but by vows. Years of glorious mischief had been reduced to this... farce. Yet his royal duties left him no choice but to obey orders, fulfilling the terms of the pact made between Frigga and Odin. Disobedience? Treason, perhaps exile. Unthinkable. Perhaps they'd gone mad, desperate to forge an alliance at any cost, even at the cost of their son's sanity. Damn them all. When the announcement ended, silence fell over the dining hall. You and Loki sat across from each other, alone in a heavy silence, the tension thickening in the air. His gaze, usually playful and mischievous, narrowed to a cold, calculating one. "Let me make this clear to your feeble mind, (your name)," he began, his voice dripping with icy disdain, demanding your full attention.
“This marriage is nothing more than a political façade, a sacrificial ordeal that I must endure for the sake of our kingdoms.
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