Chapter 6

"I'm...I'm not pregnant." I was overjoyed. It was too early to have a kid with Loki. "It must've been a food bug this morning." Loki looked like he was disappointed.

Loki walked out of the bathroom and I followed him. "We'll rectify this little problem after we're married, for now let's sleep."

"Wait, if we're married tomorrow then I can't sleep with you tonight." I reasoned.

Loki glared at me, "Why not, pet."

"It's not good for a bride to sleep with her groom or to see her the night before the wedding."

"That's silly, besides I'm tired and I want to sleep with my bride in my arms."

Damn, looks like if I want to escape tonight before the wedding I would have to try harder. "Can you just give me tonight? After the wedding I'm sure you're never going to leave me alone."

He looked angry, but didn't argue. "Fine, sleep in the room next to ours. If you need me I'll be here and the bed will be quite warm." Loki got into the bed and tried to fall asleep.

I opened the door and walked over to the next room. I sat on the bed and took a breath. How could I do this, marry Loki? I have to escape tonight if I want my freedom. He'll never grant me that, so I'll have to take it myself.

I went outside and tried to find an elevator or stairs. I looked for guards and found none. Strange, I didn't think that Loki would trust me enough to have any on this floor. I keep looking until I find the elevator. I push the button and wait for it to come. I turned around to make sure nobody was behind me. Finding no one I stepped in the elevator when it arrived and pressed the button for the ground floor.

The entire ride my nervousness increased. I felt like this was going to go wrong. When I stepped out of the elevator I was horrified. There were alien creatures all over, one had a human in its slimy appendages. I put my hand over my mouth so I didn't scream.

I smashed the elevator button to go back to my room where it was safe and there weren't any alien monsters. One of them saw me and started to come towards me. Lucky, before it could get ahold of me the elevator came and I punched the top floor button. When I get to the top, I get out of the elevator and cry. I couldn't escape. There were too many nasty alien monsters downstairs to make a run for it.

Why me? Why would Loki choose me? Of all the women in the world, why would it have to be me that married his ass? I don't love him, lust him maybe. But in no way is it love. It could never be love.

I'm extremely happy I'm not pregnant. I don't want a child to live in a loveless house, not a home with two loving parents. I don't know what Loki was raised to be, but I'm sure he didn't get enough love as a child.

"Have fun downstairs?" I should have been shocked that Loki found me, but I was crying rather loudly on the same floor as him.

"Not really, no."

"Next time you try to run off, you will be responsible for the slaughter that could ensue." Loki pulled me off the floor and dragged me back to the room. Loki magiced his clothes off with mine. We both stood there naked. I didn't know what to do. My brain told me to run but my feet were stuck in place. "I promised you we wouldn't have sex but that doesn't mean I can't admire you beauty." Loki pulled me to bed and we both got under the covers. He captured my lips possessively. "You're mine, pet." He tangled our bodies together and I could feel all of him. It frightened me a little because even though he promised me he wouldn't do anything, I could still feel his arousal.

I started to drift off into sleep and I heard something I probably just imagined, "I'm sorry, pet. I love you and I don't want to do this to you."

Day of the wedding...

I was awakened by a knocking sound at the door. I got up and saw a night dress on the bed. Green as usual. I get dressed and open the door. Behind it I find Mary. "Hello dear, I'm here to get you ready for your big day!" She more excited than I was, that's for sure. "Now let's get you into the shower." I sniffed my armpits.

"I don't smell that bad."

She laughed at me, "Dear, I know that. But we want you smelling like a flower instead of anything else." I cringed mentally, after sleeping with Loki last night I probably smell like him.

Mary bathes me rather roughly to make sure I was extra clean, I towel off and blow dry my hair. She gives me a bag with clothes I assume she wants me to put on. I find sexy green and black lingerie and a slip-on dress. Jesus, I forgot that the deal I had with Loki ended today. I am screwed, mentally and physically later.

I sat down at the vanity after getting dressed and Mary started on my makeup. To start, she used a light foundation and concealer. She used brown and gold eye shadow on my green eyes with winged eyeliner and mascara. Then she used a pink tinged nude lipstick after applying bronzer and highlighter. When she was finished, I looked in the mirror. I could've cried at how beautiful I am, but I didn't want to ruin the makeup.

"Thank you so much." I hugged Mary. I'm never going to get rid of Loki and this is the only wedding I'm ever going to get so I'm going to make the most of it.

After she was done heating up the curling iron, Mary brushed my (h/c) hair so it was manageable. She made a masterfully braided section of my hair lead into a small bun on my head. Then she curled the remaining hair that went down to my shoulders.

"Loki is one lucky man."

I laughed, "Technically speaking, he's a god."

"Yes, well anybody would be lucky to have a beautiful woman like yourself." I blushed at her words.

"I'm not beautiful."

"You're right. You're perfect."

I was going to argue, but Mary just held up a hand signaling me that she wasn't going to listen. "Dear, I know this isn't how you pictured you wedding or even you life, but I'm sure Loki will be the best husband he can be." Yeah right. Mr. World Domination, a good husband. What a joke.

"Mary, he's done unspeakable things to me. Am I just supposed to forget everything he's done to me?"

"No, but dear you can use him."

"Use him?"

"You mean something to him. He'll listen to you."

"How are you really Mary?" I didn't realize it until now, but it was a little suspicious that Mary was even here to help me. She might've been a dress fitter, but why was she helping me get ready for my wedding? Wouldn't Loki send a blue eyed agent to make sure I don't have a repeat of last night's escape?

Mary smirked at me, "I'm a special somebody whose name isn't important right now. All you need to know is humans can gain back their control of earth. Get Loki to do your bidding and humans could rebel against his rule. You could even kill him." I am uneasy about this whole ordeal.

"Let me get this straight, you want me to get Loki to do whatever I say. Then out of nowhere we can rebel. I thought Loki was crazy. Guess I was wrong, he's normal compared to you."

"It is possible to rebel against him. I can't tell you how because we can't risk Loki finding out about it." I still think she's due for her latest nut job shot. "Anywho, let's get you in that dress." Yep definitely messed up in the head, I mean who uses 'anywho' in a sentence.

Pulling the dress out of the closet, I get a little excited. This dress was absolutely amazing. Out of all the bad things that'll happen today, this is going to be a good thing. 'Mary' took the dress from me and I allowed her to help me into it. It fit like a glove just like when I tried it on the first time. I wanted to cry again because it was all to perfect. I was the perfect bride, with the perfect wedding, and a 'perfect' husband. Lies, it was all a bunch of lies.

Although this is a fake marriage without love, I wish my father would be here to walk me down the aisle. He's been gone for years and I still miss him. I always imagined he'd hold my hand and tell me if my husband ever hurt me, he'd have the bastard by the balls crying for his mommy. After the wedding he'd dance with me and tell me how proud he was of me. Dreams never do come true.

I got out a shoe box with green flats and put them on. Mary strode over to me and gave me two red velvet boxes. "It's from Loki. Last minute gift." I opened the rectangle shaped one and found a gorgeous necklace inside. It has a black chain and an emerald stone, like the engagement ring he gave me. I found matching earrings inside the other box. Everything he gave me matched my black and green wedding dress. He sure likes to dress up his property in his colors. I cringed at the thought.

Mary broke me out of my thoughts, "Ready? The groom is waiting." She gestured to a blue eyed man standing in the doorway, "He'll lead you where you need to go."

I followed Mr. Agent Man to wherever Loki was. He lead me to the elevator and I freaked out internally. I never want to go back down there again, but I have no choice. Taking a deep breath as we went down the elevator I tried to focus on anything, but reality. The elevator stopped and it we weren't on the ground floor as I had found out the day before.

He led me to a set of doors, I assume there must be a party room on the other side with hundreds of guests waiting to witness a tragedy. I grip the bouquet of white roses tightly. Music starts playing on the other side of the door and the agent appears next to me, "It's time, my lady." He pulls open the grand doors to reveal a massive room filled with people in chairs waiting to witness the wedding of the century. Looking at the altar, I find Loki in a suit, more Asgardian than human, but still a suit. He keeps staring directly into my eyes with a look of... I don't know. It's not hatred, pity, or even lust. Maybe... Love?

Loki flashes me a bright smile, not wanting to upset him I return it. Before I know it I've reached Loki. I didn't even realize I was walking to him. He takes my hand as squeezes it tightly. My heart jumped a little. It felt nice. I thought Loki was going to be cold and irritated. Apparently not. He seems genuinely happy. Like he actually cares about me even.

My heart sank when I came back to my senses. This is all just a play so the public would believe Loki wasn't as evil as a dictator as everyone thought. I try to stand there and listen to the priest rattle on about nonsense. I hate the boringness of weddings. Can we get to the 'I do's' and the 'you may kiss the bride' because this is just torture.

As if god answered my prayers the priest turned to Loki, "Loki Laufeyson, do you take (f/n) (l/n), to be your lawfully wedded wife and queen, to have and to hold 'till death do you part?"

"I do." The cunt muffin winked at me.

"(f/n) (l/n) do you take Loki Laufeyson to be your lawfully wedded husband and king, to have and to hold, 'till death do you part?

"I sure as hell do." My eyes widened as the statement left my mouth.

We exchanged our wedding rings, they were a simple gold band.

"You may kiss the bride."

Expecting Loki to be angry for my outburst, he only grabbed me and kissed me sweetly. Like I was fragile and never going to go anywhere. Shocked at the gentleness, I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"I sure as hell am glad to see my precious bride blushing on our wedding day. Even more glad when I'm the reason she's embarrassed."

"Shut up, you twat waffle."

"I'd reprimand you, but we are at our wedding. Besides, your names humor me." Loki pulled me along to another room where there were tables, entertainment, and food. Since I haven't eaten, the first place I went to was the food. Loki chuckled at me and followed. I couldn't believe there was chicken tenders. I am so happy. I may be an adult, but I will never grow out of my chicken phase. It's the best phase, every meal is better if it's just chicken tenders, especially if there is ranch.

After getting our food, Loki and I sat down at the table in the middle of the room which was the largest. A servant fills a flute with champagne and I go to town on my food as politely as possible. I can't help but let out a couple of moans. "Pet, keep making those noises and we will be forced to leave early." I stopped my slaughter of chicken tenders and started to eat like a rational person. I didn't want to excite 'not so little, little Loki'.

Trying to avoid awkward conversations I ask Loki some questions, "Loki, why did you want to marry me? I mean why me out of the sea of women ready to throw themselves at you?"

"You were different."

"Different how?"

"I didn't intend on making you my wife, I just... Came to like you." My heart was fluttering at the revelation. Maybe Loki feels the same weird feelings I've been catching.

"Loki can we wait to have children?" His face darkened.

"No, I want children now and there's nothing you can say or do to change my mind."

"I just want to get to know you better and I don't think I'm ready to have a child."

"Trust me pet, you will be a great mother."

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Last updated 7-7-18

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