"Must we go to this? Haven't I earned some freedom?" I hear from a room over, this not being the first whine I have heard. I sigh as I am adorned with blacks and reds, my maidens rushing about getting my evening dress ready.
"Look, we we're politely invited to go to this. After all the chaos you've caused, I think it's the least that we can do to attend. Besides, you might think it fun."
I hear a scoff from the other room, followed by a hiss, "I will have my scarf, thank you' I try to stifle a laugh, for I know how he hates ties. Saddening, how his servants haven't figured it out yet.
I was called out of my musings by a seamstress, asking how short the dress was to be. "Mid-thigh, and fringed." She nodded and continued her work. "May I see my wife yet? I do miss her so." I laugh, "Not yet sweetie. You know you must wait until the servants are done." I could hear him rolling his eyes. "Such an impatient king, aren't we."
"Impatient to get this whole affair over with, yes." I stifle my laughter as I put on my dress. Fringed perfectly at the bottom, my signature colors flow around me in beautiful and unusual patterns, my sleeves hanging slightly at the ends of my arms. I thank my maidens, dismiss them, and then saunter over to my mirror. I pick up my kit, open in, and chose my red eye shadow. Why change from such a beautiful color. As I begin to put it on, my husband enters the room stealthily, quickly coming up behind me.
"You know, for a goddess and a queen, you take your time getting ready." I ignore him and continue to apply make-up. My husband sighs, his tone dripping with impatience. "Look, see you're perfect. May we please go now?"
"Sweetie, I only have one eye done. Relax" I say in the most soothing tone I have, and he walks over to the bed and goes to lie down. "Oh no you don't. Do not muss up you're hair, good sir."
He scowled darkly. "Don't think just because you are a goddess, much less the Goddess of Manipulation, that you can tell me what to do without being punished."
I giggle lightly, placing in my earings "Oh, how sweet thine Silver Tongue sounds when trying to threaten me. We are leaving soon, do not fret, my dearest Loki."
Loki gets up from the bed and walks slowly over to me, offering me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me from my chair, head slowly lowering towards my neck.
"I can make it sweeter, if you like." He kisses me softly, gently biting at me and then licking away the marks. I bite back my desire to simply stay here and push him gently away.
"Later," I stare up into his bright green eyes, and my hand goes to fix a strand of his raven hair that has fallen out of place. He sweetly kisses me and we leave our chambers, heading down out of the palace towards Midgard.