"Pleasure to meet you Loki," I lifted my veil, revealing ivory skin and piercing blue eyes that rivaled his own azure skin, "I'm the peace treaty."

I saw him take a sharp breath at seeing the full of me, and became otherwise entranced with my being. Figures. "Can you stop staring already? It's kinda creepy."

"Sorry, you're nothing like my father told me you would be. The portrait that your father sent me doesn't give you justice."

"Well that portrait was not my idea, at least not the outfit I was squeezed into. I would have rather been in something more comfortable, like breeches, but alas, what father says is law." I rolled my eyes so hard it made me dizzy. "I didn't even want to wear this dress, I'm just waiting for a chance to get back to my room so I can change into my traveling clothes"

"Well I can take you to your room if you really want to change that badly." Loki looked a little deflated that I wanted to leave so badly.

"Oh, well I'm already in them, they're under my dress, I just needed to get away from my father. Hehe" I slipped off behind a pillar of ice and appeared on the other side in breeches and a light shirt, my fancy dress wadded up in my hands. Loki looked me over slowly, and I soon began to blush and get angry. "What the hell are you staring at?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Clothes? Like any normal person?" He walked up to me a bit too quickly for my liking and he was right up against me before I could think to defend myself Loki then pushed us against the wall where no one would see us. He took the edge of my shirt and inspected it, then went down running his hands down my legs inspecting my breeches. "W-what are you doing?" My voice faltering from the sudden closeness and the feeling of his hands tracing over my legs as if teasing me.

"These won't do at all. It's winter in Jotunheim, and this fabric isn't possibly thick enough to keep you warm. Come with me and I'll get you some more suitable clothes." He took my hand and ran off at an alarming speed. It was hard to keep up with his speed, and when we stopped I almost ran into him. "In here, quickly!" "Wait what?"

I was then unceremoniously shoved into the chambers we stopped at. Loki then walked in and went through the drawers and closet as if he owned the place. "I am unsure of how much time we have before our fathers come looking for us." He came closer to me with clothes in hand. "Here these should fit you, I'll make a screen that you can change behind."

"Wait! What about that owner of the room?! What if they come back?" He gave me a weird look as if I was crazy. "What do you mean? These are my chambers…" He made a screen out of ice for me to change behind while I stood there gaping. "Hurry up and change before someone decides to look in here"

I quickly got changed into his black and green wardrobe, the clothes fitting my body like a glove. I took a few practice swings and kicks to see if I could still move well in them, the leather being softer that I thought it would be. "I thank you for the clothes, they are definitely warmer than the ones I had." I turned around saying, only to turn right into Loki's chest. "Do you have to be so close?" I pushed him back slightly, "It seems as though you have no regard for personal space when it comes to a lady!"

"You aren't exactly a lady though are you? You're a warrior of Asgard, you're more brawn than brain and I'm just going to have to deal with that. I'm not much of a fighter, and you don't strike me as someone who reads anything more than the occasional letters from your suiters. So if we can't bond over intelligence then it will have to be through physical contact, because I don't intend on fighting you in the yard." He spat at me with visible annoyance.

"Who even told you that I'm a warrior? I much prefer the library to sweating like a pig in the yard sparring with my big brother and his crones. And furthermore, I don't exactly enjoying being touched without my permission, I thank you for noticing I was underdressed and rectifying the problem, but you could have gone about it in a way that preserved my dignity. I don't very much being beet red in the hallway with my fiancé feeling up my thighs like I'm some kind of whore!"

I spat right back him, eyes dark with anger and my full vocabulary coming out proving I wasn't some common Asgardian. "Also! Yes, I know how to fight and am required to be able to protect myself if need be as a royal of Asgard. So excuse me if I have to make sure what I'm wearing I can fight in." I saw him open his mouth to interject, "And I swear if you bring up the dress, that was my mother's idea. She never approved of my being able to fight so she attempted to cover up that knowledge, but the things she make me wear are so uncomfortable."

I finished with a huff and crossed my arms over my chest that I just realized was very prominent in his shirt with my corset over it. Father will have my head for this.

I looked over to Loki who just stared at me with his mouth hanging open like I just showed him the universe in my hands. "What?" I just had to ask, my annoyance very visible. "Look behind you…"

Turning around, I noticed it. Shit.

AHHHHHHH another cliffy. Just so you know I have no idea where this is going so you'll just have to hold on for the ride and hope we don't fall off! Please leave a comment and review and give me a hand, I know there is a lot of dialogue but thats what you get when you get two intellectuals in a story together. Thanks guys! Keep that flame burning!