This is a love story inspired by all those cheesy romances I used to read...

Chapter 1: Hail King Loki

Loki exhaled, reclined in his throne with one leg propped up almost sensually, as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Mandel stood before his king with his eyes averted. He knew better. He knew Loki's twisted mind. Something dark dwelled there, always conspiring revenge.

"I want her." Loki said casually as if he were requesting a mere slice of cake.

Almost afraid to inquire, Mandel asked "Her, my lord?"

Loki sighed as if disgusted with the Frost Giant. "Jane! The mortal wench that has captured my brother's heart!"

Mandel felt his gut clinch; one never knew when Loki might slash off their head. One minute Loki might seem calm, even normal, and for no reason at all, he would snap and erupt into a blood thirsty rampage.

Mandel obediently kneeled before the new king. "As you request, my lord." Like everyone else in Jötunheim, Mandel obeyed Loki's commands even though they secretly despised him. Loki was never meant to rule Jötunheim. Although born to the king of the Frost Giants, he had been abandoned as an infant to the temple as a sacrifice, where he would have perished if not for the meddling Asgardian King, who raised Loki as his own son.

Loki glared at Mandel's back as he hurried to fulfill his mission. He hated the Frost Giants as much as he hated his own blood. He was only here because he had no place else to go.