You got pulled out of your slumber by a knock on the door, followed by the door opening and heels clicking on the marble floor. You whined, turning around in the bed and taking the blankets with you. A blush dusted your cheeks as you recalled last night. It had been memorable to say the least.

A few gasps reached your ears and you frowned, pulling the blankets over your head. Voices started whispering and your stomach dropped. The hard realisation set in - you were in Loki's room while you shouldn't even be here.

You slowly sat up in the bed, adjusting your nightgown that looked utterly crooked, smoothing out your ruffled hair. Five maids in total stood with their mouths open, carrying white dresses in their hands.

"Uhm, we were asked by the prince to drop off these wedding dresses," a chocolate-haired girl a bit older than you announced. They smiled gently, a gesture wich you mirrored.

"Oh, yes," you stammered, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. "I'll try them on." Their eyes widened, and you inwardly cursed. Maybe you shouldn've said that. A slighly older woman stepped forward, the rest following her lead as they put the dresses for you on the bed.

"Would you like some help trying them on, Queen of Vanaheim?" the lady offered, offering you her kindest smile. You nodded, how could you refuse her offer.

"Thank you, what's your name?" you asked her as you slid out of the bed and approached the women. Excitment ran through your body and a warmth spread through your chest. You loved trying on new clothes - but now you had to pick a wedding dress, something more important, but nevertheless exciting. You giggled, for a moment forgetting about who you were marrying.

All maids towared above you; you sometimes really hated being small.

"Wanda," she said, stepping towards you and taking the straps of your nightgown between her bony fingers, sliding them off your shoulders until the silky fabric pooled at you feet. You squeaked, your hands flying to your breats to cover them while you crossed your legs.

The brown haired girl smirked, getting the first dress ready for you to step into while Wanda buttoned up the dress and make you turn around, facing the mirror. You gasped. You looked absolutely beautiful.

"I love it," you said, smiling slightly. Your stomach did a summersault. The lace body hugged your body perfectly while the wide skirt elegantly flowed down your legs. Wanda shook her head, making your stomach drop.

"No, no," she tutted. "The first dress you try on is never the one." You smiled, chuckling. "Let's dry on another, Denise?" A honey blonde girl stepped forward. Denise cleared her throat, unbottoning the dress.

"The prince mentioned he was getting married." The politeness in her voice was a tad bit forced and Wanda tried to hush her. Your stomach churned, making you nauseous. Loki didn't tell you he was going to announce your marriage today. But maybe he let it slip in the corridors when he spoke to someone and the rumours had already spread like a wildfire. Or perhaps he did announce it to the whole Kingdom today and everyone was getting everything ready for your wedding. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"Oh, no, it's fine Wanda," you assured. "Yes," you answered Denise's question.

"Are you marrying the prince?" she asked almost as if she didn't believe it. Maybe the rumours were now most likely happening. You bit your lip. If these maids were not certain who was marrying who, they must have heard some rumours - and Loki might not have announced it. Then you couldn't spill the tea on them.

"Well..."

Wanda made you wear another dress and you tried to use that as an excuse to avoid her question. The dress had a tight fit, clinging onto your body like a second skin and you liked it, more than the previous one. It was a simple dress, but you liked the silky material of it.

"Well?" Denise insisted. You frowned. Her voice was bording on the edge of rude, but you dicided to let it slip. If Loki were here and a maid dared to use that tone with him, she would probably have to pay for it with her head.

"I don't know if I can tell you, but he's, er, lovely," you said. Saying that, your stomach flutterd for no reason as the image of him played in your mind. You bit your lip, a smile adorning your plump lips. Denise huffed, making you agitated, but you kept your calm.

You tried on a number of other dresses because Wanda wanted you to try all of them before you made your desicion. She was lovely, really. You all jumped when the door opened forcefully and closed with an agressive thud.

Your eyes met his in the mirror and your cheeks instantly turned scarlet. He strolled through the room, a smirk evident on his features. The maids went silent as he approached the bed, his eyes eyeing you up and down.

"Still haven't found a dress?" his silky voice cut through the room. You turned towards him, suddenly getting too hot as images of last night played through your head. Licking your lips, you crossed your arms behind your back, inhaling deeply as the maids observed how he went through different dresses, singled one out for you and approached you, his cold fingertips grazing your bare shoulder. "Will you try this one on?" You nodded, insprecting the pearl sick dress. "Someone get this dress off her."

Denise instantly shot forward, unbuttoning the dress you wore and pulling it from your body. With cheeks as red as a lobster you looked at Loki as he guided you into the dress without haste, his fingers brushing over your legs as he pulled the dress up your body.

His fingers delicately slid the straps up your shoulders before dipping down the backless dress over your skin, making it break out in goosebumps. He hummed, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you flat against his chest.

He rested his head on yours.

"What do you think?" You let your eyes wander from the fine silk fabric top half that clung snugly to your body to the slightly wider skirt. A genuine smile spread across your lips. Oh my god. This was the dress. You looked up at him a glint in your eyes.

"I think it is - it's perfect," you said slowly. He gave you a small smile.

"Good," he told you. "Have you eaten yet?" You shook your head. "Bathed?" Again you shook you head. "I'll draw you a bath. You can use it afer last night. Are you sore?" You almost choked on air, eyes sliding to the shocked maids.

"No." He chuckled amused at you reaction. He then turned to the maids. "You're dismissed. Denise? Can you bring us breakfast, please?"

They made quick work of collecting the other dresses and scurrying out of the royal chambers. You waved a goodbye at Wanda, who winked at you.

The doors shut and you were alone with the God. You inhaled sharply, meeting his eyes again. Your heart fluttered and something else. The same warmth spread through your body as his arms withdrew from your body and took your hand, then let you go and went to the bathroom attached to his room.

You heard water flow and you took it as your cue to take off the dress, putting it neatly on the bed before putting on your nightgown again. You tiptoed to the bathroom where Loki sat bend over the tub, putting in different soaps into the water and making sure the water wasn't too hot.

You leaned against the doorpost, arms crossed over each other as you admired how his muscles flexed under his armour, surprising yourself with your own thoughts. Since when did you started thinking about him like this? It couldn't possibly be because of last night. He had been nice and caring, maybe too lovely.

You were the Goddess of Love, yet you had never experienced it yourself. Perhaps that's why you now felt like this. You had been deprived of it your whole life and now you were fooling yourself, thinking he could ever care about you when you spend your whole childhood pestering each other. Yet, last night had been different. You had met a new him. And that stirred whatever you were feeling for him now.

He turned around, making you jump slightly. He smirked.

"What?" he asked flatly, rising to his full lenght and wiping his wet hand to his trousers. You stuttered.

"I - I didn't -what?"

"Get it, it should be warm enough." You took off your paper ring and placed it onto the sink. You carefully stepped forward, ignoring his gaze as you peeled the nightgown off your body and quickly stepped into the bath tub. You released a moan when you leaned back, sinking into the water. The warmth soothed your tense muscles.

"I love that sound coming out of your mouth," he commented. You smiled, tilting your head to the side. "By the way. I told mother about or marriage. Next Tuesday." He went to sit on the edge of the tub. "The coronation is exactly a week later. We will leave for Vanaheim after the wedding." You nodded. "And I've handed in the homework you were supposed to do last night."

"Thank you," you said to him. He gave you a funny look.

"Why?"

"Because... I don't know. Just for being more considerate I guess. And for helping me do this." He grinned.

"Of course. I thought I'd was clear about that last night." You rolled your eyes, squeezing your thighs together.

"I'm serious," you told him. He chuckled, then turned serious, his voice dropping to nearly a velvety whisper. His ice cold hand took yours in his.

"Well, Y/N, I must say that-"

"Breakfast is here!" Denise shouted from the chambers. Your heart dropped as he got up, longing to hear what he had to say. He remained in his chambers, not returning to you so you started washing yourself and got out, looking where he was.

"Loki?" you said, gripping the towel tight against your body as you saw Denise standing next to him, arguing. He looked up, a frown on his features and he suddenly looked tired. He hushed Denise out of his room, hissing something to her before shutting the door behind her.

He glared at you.

"Eat this," he gestured to the food on the table. Your eyes widened at his sudden anger-laced voice and you froze in your steps. "Meet me at the library after. You still have plenty of stuff to catch up on."