Loki and Arianne walked arm in arm through the winding corridors of the Asgardian palace. "Tell me about yourself Prince Loki," Arianne requested. Loki didn't know where to start, his life as a Prince was quite uneventful. "There's not much to tell I'm afraid Princess. I enjoy reading and practising magic but my main occupation is picking up my oafish older brother's messes." Arianne laughed at that, "Prince Thor does seem quite boisterous to say the least, are you two close?" She looked up at him with inquisitive eyes. "We were as children but not so much anymore, as we got older our differences became more and more prominent. Now I can barely stand to be in the same room as him for more than 15 minutes," Loki explained, "Forgive me my lady but were you sent here to be betrothed to the heir to Asgard?" He had to know, this woman had already peaked his interest and he had not been in her company for more than an hour. "No, my mother and father have agreed that Asgard is the most ideal kingdom in terms of an alliance, to confirm the alliance I only need marry you or your brother, it does not matter." They had reached Arianne's chambers and Loki was just about to bid her farewell when she lightly touched his arm and quietly said, "At this point in time I would rather marry you than your brother." A soft pink filled her cheeks as she smiled at him softly and ghosted into her room. Loki couldn't be happier; he had grown almost possessive of the foreign Princess during her short time in Asgard. Every pore in his body screamed to storm into her room and take her against the wall, in the bath, on her desk, anywhere he could and make her his. Thor could take the Throne, their father's love and the love of every woman in the nine realms but this one would be Loki's and there wasn't anything Thor could do about it.