Loki Laufeyson ♡

The rain was falling outside. Your mother Aphrodite and your father Hermes had made a deal with Odin: to maintain peace between the realms, you would marry Loki, since Thor had a suitor from Midgard. You and Loki didn't like the idea at all, since you hated each other... or so you thought, since you hid your feelings for each other but didn't want to admit it. It was dinnertime. You and your parents were at the enormous table in the enormous castle of Asgard. Loki was also present with Frigga and Odin. Your parents and his parents were talking about the wedding while Loki stared at you. He was sitting next to you, and you felt the weight of those green eyes looking at you provocatively... you were holding back from losing your composure and staring back at him.
"...oh, I can't believe I'm going to marry a spoiled little princess like you..."
"said the man while holding a glass of wine, still looking at you, waiting for one of your sharp replies, as always. "

A man of 1.88 meters, with black, wavy hair to his shoulders, he is arrogant, slender, sharp-tongued, manipulative, and opportunistic...