💚 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 💚 ᗩ ᒪOKI TᗩᒪE

A promise fulfilled

Your heart was racing as you made your way to Loki's suite, and as you got closer, you could make out the sounds of a heated discussion going on inside.

"You need to leave Magritte, go back to Asgard, or to your lapdog of a father, Lord Sweely. I care not where, but Jotunheim will never crown you as queen. Regardless if we hold a diabolical marriage contract."

You listen intently, having recognised Lord Sweeley's name. You believe you knew him as a wealthy merchant with Embrodi-based enterprises. Could the father of Magritte be the same man?

"Oh, I have no desire for your pitiful crown. I'm here for Eden. Her betrothed has sent me here to retrieve her before your pandemic affects her health; she must return with me. She needs to be in perfect health to bear his offspring."

Loki felt an acute pain in his heart upon hearing Magritte announce that you were already engaged. However, on realising from whom these remarks emanated, he was unable to accept anything as true without further investigation.

"Eden is intended for who?"

"Does it matter? Why do you care? Focus on the dire situation here in Jotunheim, not the concerns of a princess who never should have set foot in Jotunheim. She was expected to return to Embrodi after saving Asgard. The difficulty she has caused me; having to travel to this desolate location to retrieve her for Caspian. It disgusts me how much he craves her. She is nothing extraordinary!"

Your stomach lurched at the mention of Caspian. Now you knew why she came, and it was not to preside as queen or to renew her relationship with Loki. But because Caspian discovered that you were in Jotunheim, the realm most challenging for him to reach. Unfortunately, Embrodi and the vast majority of other realms were easily accessible to him, his status meant he was always welcomed.

You found comfort in the knowledge that caspian could not reach you here.

"Caspian? As in the elf prince?" Loki queried. "And Eden... she has agreed to his proposal?"

"You sound extremely invested in Eden's romantic life; it's almost as if you're in love with her." She giggles, amused by the notion.

The expression on Loki's face and his silence, however, indicated that what she believed to be an absurdity was in fact true.

"You can't be serious? How many more men are going to be attracted to her rather plain appearance and lacklustre personality?" She sounded bitter and jealous. "I don't care that it's you. I'm actually quite astonished that you can feel anything with that ice-cold heart of yours. And it's amusing that you opened yourself up to the most coveted princess. It's almost as though you're asking to be hurt by rejection. Eden, being the only royal princess to be born in over a millennium makes her highly desirable, a rarity, she could never desire a life with frost-scum." Magritte laughed.

Loki clenched his fists in anger, his emotional turmoil rising to dangerous levels.

"I want a divorce Magritte. Grant me it or I will demand you live your days within the realm you detest the most. But not by my side like a respectable queen, but beneath my feet, where you will serve as an inanimate footstool.

She glared at him. "You dare threaten me? You filthy barbarian. Should caspian hear of this he'll..."

"He'll what? It is abundantly obvious that he has no regard for your life if he is willing to send you on a perilous route to Jotunheim that contains a very real pandemic." Loki scoffs. "You are his personal minion, a disposable lackey, and nothing more."

"Shut up! He cares for me!" She screamed in fury.

You couldn't help but grin at Loki's insulting remark towards Magritte, and now you felt it was time to reveal yourself.