Completely brainstormed. I had to write something in order to get back on the creativity train. So some BlackFrost. Be gentle I really don't know how I did or whether or not I'm going to continue. Just tell me if you liked it and I'll continue writing this. It was fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (I would try to be witty but I'm drained)
Make up, hair, dresses. That was all she had been seeing, hearing and thought about for the last two weeks. Despite the fact that 16 year old Natalia was about to marry an alien whom she had never met before, she was surprisingly calm and collected. The mask of indifference that she had mastered seved her well on this perdicament.
"It is for the good of your country, your people. Besides you will never have to see him or speak to him. You will be coming right back after you are married. It is your choice. It is always your choice."
She had never heard a more elaborate lie. Nothing was her choice. The Red Room or Ivan chose all things for her. She would accept or die or worse. Those were her choices as one sided and twisted as they sounded, he was right. She did have a choice.
"You must be flattered, honoured that they chose you."
She couldn't be, really. She knew that she was picked because she was the Red Room golden girl, she also was related to the last Impereal dynasty, Tsars of Russia. The House of Romanov. She was a little girl, daughter of the Grand Duchess when they had found her. Later her family fell and she stayed in the Red Room. She had been betrothed before, all of what she knew about herself was information that her handlers had relayed to her. Natalia was destined for greater things, as sick as it sounded, getting married to a 'god' was maybe the first step. Perhaps then she may escape this prison Ivan Petrovitch had set for her.
"Forget that boy. Think of all the good you are doing. How you will protect Russia and the Academy?"
Her friend, the one who would stick by her. His downfall had come when he spoke against the Academy. She had been forced to carve her name into his arm, ignoring his cries and watch him bleed out. Or he would be forced to do the same to her. Natalia had probably been a third of his height and weight however he had refused to bring the knife a near her. Terrified for her life she had pinned him down and killed him as quickly as she could. No traitors left alive. They had been good to her for keeping him alive for so long, to find that one of the girls had made a friend was almost always certain death but he had pushed boundaries and that could not be allowed. Natalia had been much more focused after that, choosing not to speak with anyone that she didn't need to.
"Natalia come here. You look an absolute mess, you stupid girl."
Her train of thought was interrupted by the sharp voice of her handler Ann.
"What have you done to your hair? We must hold it up now, we are just about to leave." A long white and gold dress was draped over het small frame. Her dark red hair spilt over onto her dress. Ann tightly held her hair up with golden thread letting two wisps of hair fall to frame her face. Ann placed the blindfold painfully tight over her eyes and guided her out of the gilded prison.
She was taken outside but not too far as she could still hear the soft humm of the Academy. Ann's clammy hands were taken from her shoulders and she could hear the loud crunching of soldiers feet, marching on the snow. One came close to her and she could hear him fumbling, his breaths heavy and suddenly she felt a needle deep in the side of her neck. Letting only a small whimper pass her lips, she fell. Slowly her limbs felt paralysed and her head hit the snow taking her consciousness with it.
Most of the time Loki did not care about what Odin decided was best for him, but this time was different. This time they were playing with lives. It had been less than 200 years since Sigyn had died. For Loki it had been devastating, they had been not so much lovers than best friends, forced to marry. The inevitability of another arrainged marriage was an issue that most of the royal family avoided. Of course not Odin. Marriage was often not a popular conversation topic as it almost always ended in disagreements, arguments and all parties involed ignoring and not talking to each other.
As soon as the blindfolded girl stumbled into the throne room, he noticed something was very wrong. She could barely walk straight and wore a white and gold gown that clung to her body. Her dark red hair had been held up elegantly and her face, the features that he could see, were beautiful. A feeling of dread loomed and his stomach churned. This lady was so beautiful she could be a goddess, but she lacked the presence, the aura that the Aesir women had. All the people in the room began whisper and from what he could tell she had been drugged. She was pushed to his side and he stepped away from her.
Odin struck Gungnir on the ground silencing the court,"It is about time that you re-marry, Loki." His words hung. There was nothing that could be said now however the whispers began anew. Frigga stepped forward to say something but then decided against it, "Lady Natalia Romanov of Midgard has agreed to be your bride." There was a sudden deafening silence. Loki could almost hear the thoughts of the Aesir. 'Midgard? A suitable wife for a Prince?' It was the few times like this he wished Thor were here. He would make some ignorant statement and the attention would be on him so as to let Loki escape.
"But Father–" Odin turned to glare at him so he bit his tongue. Words could not save him now. His grave had been dug, he must now lie in it.
"After this is over you are not permitted to speak to each other." Loki raised an eyebrow and looked to his mother who was equally confused, "For safety's sake she will return to Midgard." And with that the ceremony began. It was as boring and dull as Loki remembered it. He envied Natalia who had to be held up as she was completely knocked out. She was only woken to consent before they injected her and she fell to the floor. She was then taken away and true to Odin's word, she was never seen again.
"Clint seriously, you need to stop. You're running out of ideas." Currently Natasha Romanoff and her partner Clint Barton were trying stop the leaders of a drug cartel. This usually would be an easy feat however Clint's crazy idea had lead them further and further into this moderately dangerous base. Natasha tried to avoid near death experiences whenever possible but she trouble finds her like a magnet. Right now slapping Clint seemed like the best idea, instead on crouching behind some cardboard boxes that probably contained cocaine. The drug lords were armed and however much training Natasha had, she would rather not deal with
"Hey, Nat we're doing fine. And I'm not running out of ideas." He whispered to her while notching an arrow. Natasha had never face-palmed harder. Clint was wonderful and they worked well together but sometimes he could get them in the stupidest and most ridiculous of places. Like Budapest. She smiled fondly at the thought.
"I'm sure you have an infinite supply of stupid ideas. Remind me why I agree to work with you?"
"'Cause we're besties. Friendship bracelets and all." He fired the arrow at the man's chest, instantly he was dead. By the time the other drug lords had turned towards their fallen member, Natasha had gotten up and shot three before the arrow blew up killing the other two.
"That was not the plan." Natasha deadpanned.
Clint feigned hurt and shock, "It worked didn't it. Oh I'm sorry Natasha." They both laughed.
"Let's just get out of here, go to debriefing, type up the report and go out." Today would be good. Natasha could feel it.
Okay, Okay don't shoot me. I did take some liberties when writing Natalia/Natasha. Dates for example. The House of Romanov died out in 1917 [?] (correct me if I'm wrong (I probably am)) And Natalia Romanov came around in 1940s. Just ignore this tiny detail.
Thank you for reading. It was a pleasure writing. Just say if you want me to continue. Ideas are always appreciated. :) Have a wonderful day.