Loki Laufeyson

"What do you think of your new home?" Loki's voice drew her attention away from the windows in front of her, to her side, where she saw a large bathtub in a corner of the room. The scent of clean water reached her nose; it smelled of roses, vanilla, and perhaps lavender. "What am I doing here?!" she asked, getting out of bed, only to notice she wasn't wearing any clothes. Pulling the silk sheets from the mattress, she wrapped herself up, walking to the God in the bathtub, who simply laughed, getting out of the water and not daring to hide from her. "What are you doing here? I did exactly what you wanted. I solved your problems, and in return, I have you. As my queen," Loki replied, touching her face with his hands, smiling as he saw the thoughts racing through her mind. And in them, there was only one thing: how foolish she had been to believe that the God of Lies would help her. Which was ironic, in reality, because not only did Loki help her, but he made her his queen.