The young queen. The story of Loki and Ophelia

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As Loki dressed quickly and left the room to speak with his mother about their relationship, Ophelia remained in his chamber. She collected the dress from the previous day and gracefully pulled it over her head.

Sitting on Loki's bed, surrounded by the faint echoes of their shared moments, Ophelia let her thoughts wander. She reflected on the stark differences between Loki and his brother Thor. While Thor's affections were often impulsive and boisterous, Loki's approach was measured and considerate. He made sure she was comfortable at every step, never assuming anything. It was a stark contrast to her past experiences.

The intimacy they had shared the night before had been both new and exciting for Ophelia. She had never been this close to a man before, and it had stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her. Loki's gentle touch, his whispered words of affection, and the way he had held her had made her feel cherished and safe.

As she ran her fingers over the fabric of her dress, memories of their night together flooded her mind. The way Loki had looked at her with such tenderness, the warmth of his embrace, and the softness of his lips against hers were all etched in her memory. She had revelled in the sensation of being close to him, knowing that their relationship was still in its early stages, and they had time to explore their feelings and desires at their own pace.

Ophelia couldn't deny that she was falling more and more in love with Loki, and she felt a sense of happiness she had never experienced before.

It was a complex and beautiful emotion, and she looked forward to what the future held for them. With each passing moment, their bond deepened, and she was excited to see where their love would lead.

But for now, in this quiet moment in Loki's chamber, she allowed herself to bask in the joy of the present, grateful for the extraordinary connection she had found with the god of mischief.

With Loki gone to speak with his mother, Ophelia decided to occupy herself by tidying up his room. She carefully put away his clothes, arranging them neatly, and made his bed with a meticulous touch. The simple act of caring for his space made her feel closer to him.

After completing her tasks, she found herself with some spare time and decided to wait for Loki's return. She settled into a large, comfortable armchair in his chamber and glanced around the room, taking in the ambiance that reflected Loki's personality.

Ophelia's eyes fell upon one of Loki's magic books, and she couldn't resist the temptation to delve into its pages. She picked it up, feeling the weight of its knowledge in her hands, and began to read. The intricate and mesmerizing world of Asgardian magic unfolded before her, and she was captivated by the secrets it held.

As she immersed herself in the book, Ophelia couldn't help but anticipate Loki's return, eager to share with him the newfound wonders she was discovering in his magical realm.

But at the same time, on the sunlit balcony, Loki and Frigga shared a moment of warmth and connection. The golden rays of the sun bathed their skin as they sipped tea together. Frigga, with her perceptive gaze, couldn't help but notice the happiness that radiated from her son.

"What did you want to ask, Loki?" Frigga inquired with a knowing smile, already aware of the nature of his request.

Loki hesitated for a moment before speaking quietly, "I thought that maybe, if you allow it, could it be possible to start courting Ophelia?"

Frigga's smile widened, and she beamed with joy. "Finally! I have seen how you two are together. She is good for you," she replied, her tone filled with happiness.

Loki was momentarily taken aback by his mother's enthusiastic response. Had she been waiting for them to get together? It seemed so. His heart swelled with gratitude for her support.