You awoke in your bed, the light from the open window blinding you. You growled, moving your stiff muscles to guide you into a sitting position. "It's too early..." you sighed to yourself. Your room was made up of brilliant gold, surrounding most of the interior. This wasn't unusual in Asgard.

You walked over to your large scaled mirror, taking in your reflection. You smiled at your reflection, you were the only daughter of Odin Alfather. Engaged to your brother Thor, you lived a happy life. Asgardians were at peace with the Frost Giants, so everyone lived in peace.

Your brother was out with his friends, probably off somewhere causing mischief. You walked the halls, searching for some form of amusement. Passing a large gold door, your footsteps paused. You noticed that the door was open a tad. You approached the door, pushing it open slowly. Just enough to pop your head in,to get a sneak peek into the room. Your eyes met with a large bed, canopied with green and gold. You smiled as you stepped quietly into the room. Approaching the bed, you saw the face of your older brother sleeping soundly in the bed. The darkness shrouding most of the interior was caused by large heavy curtains, covering the windows. You shook your head in disapproval and walked over to the windows. A quick glance back to see if he was a awake, and you yanked the curtains in opposite directions. Releasing the light into the room quickly.

A loud groan of frustration and irritation was your reward as your brother rolled over in attempt to escape the evading light. You smirked and walked over to his bed. "Wakey wakey, Loki."

He growled, "What's your reason for waking me in such a manner..." He slowly sat up, shoving stray hairs of his black hair from his eyes.
You sat on the bed, watching him. "It's almost noon...not that you would know that, with the way your submerging yourself in this black abyss that your call a bed room."
He gave you a look of un-amusement; you returned it with similar face. This caused Loki to burst out laughing.

He paused his laughter, looking at your innocent expression. He moved his hand towards you, grabbing a layer of your [h/c] hair and yanking it down. You were just another reminder that he would always live in Thors shadow. The shadow of a king, something that he would never be! He pushed your face against the silk blankets, growling under his breath. The thought of destroying your and making your his, gave him a extreme thrill. He wanted to see the pain in your eyes, make you beg for him and cry his name.

"Loki?" the sweet sound of your soft voice brought him back to reality. You were sitting there, looking perfect and untouched.
You belonged to Thor, the one who had already taken away the throne from him. But if he had his way, you wouldn't be for much longer. He would have to wait for his opportunity, he would corrupt you. Just as he had been corrupted. Until you could no longer look Thor in the eyes without harboring guilt.