Well, they made it through that… How are they so perfect?! I can't find this in real life but can write it like second fucking nature! URG!

LOKI POV

Differences mentioned in this chapter: All of it.

It was time for Ariana's coronation. I thought back to the last coronation held in the palace. I wasn't comfortable, feeling eyes on me. The whole of the kingdom knew that I had sabotaged Thor's coronation and it felt like they were waiting on me to do the same to my beloved.

She walked into the hall, her armor glinting in the Asgardian sun. Unlike the show that Thor put on, she was poised. She gave small waves and her smile was bright and ready. Elding sat ready on her back, looking non-threatening but the power she held made it just as dangerous as Mjollnir, if not more so. And, unlike my idiot brother, she didn't need it to fly.

And today, she would be taking the throne from my parents. She would become Queen of Asgard. I smiled proudly as she swore to protect the nine realms, Asgard, and her people. I watched as she ascended the dais and took the throne from my father.

But the room grew darker, the people disappeared, and my love looked at me. Her face was like stone. I felt like a child standing before my father once more. It was as if…

"Loki," she said, her voice commanding, "I cannot marry you."

"What?" I asked, breathless as my heart shattered. "Why?"

"You attempted to take Asgard as your own once before. What is to say you won't do it again? The only person in your way is me, whom you claim to love but do not support. As such, for your crimes against Asgard and the nine realms, you will remain in a cell until your last breath."

The guards grabbed me. "You can't do this, love. Please, I would never…"

"Do not worry. For even once I marry another, Asgard will be taken care of. After all, a Frost Giant can't be king."

I jolted awake. I looked down at the woman next to me. I loved Ariana more than life itself. I knew most of that nightmare was false, but she could still leave me. I had to prove to her I would be beside her always, supportive when she needed me, and give aid if she needed it. She was right. She needed me to hear her and tell her my opinion to help her with the enormity of the throne. Instead, I fell into the old habit of falling into my insecurities.

I laid down, pulling her into my arms. She snuggled into me, a small smile on her lips. How did I ever get so lucky as to have the love of such a wonderful woman?

She went from being a mortal to an Asgardian warrior and princess in less than a month. Many would have started to panic, or go crazy from the shock. But she didn't let such a change alter anything about her. She was still my Ariana.

My little prankster, a woman who commanded a team, and the only one that I would kill for or die to protect. There was no doubt in my mind that she would be a fabulous queen when the time came. As a Stark, she was strong, but her past left her with small insecurities that have her question how amazing she truly is.

I moved a strand of hair from her face. I could only marvel at her beauty. It shown from her very soul, one fate decided I needed to complete my own. With all that I did, willingly or otherwise, I do not know how I could get so lucky.

I lay my head on hers, letting the comfort she brought me seep in. My eyes grew heavy once more. I prayed for a better dream than the one I just had as sleep took me.

When I awoke from a dreamless sleep, her beautiful crystal blue eyes were looking up at me. I could not ask for a better way to wake up every morning. It no longer mattered where that place was, Midgard or Asgard. All that mattered was that Ariana was the one in my arms each night.

"Good morning, my king," she said with a smile.

"And to you, my queen," I replied with my own smile before it fell. "I am sorry for yesterday. I believe you will be a wonderful leader for Asgard, but if this is not something you want, I will support you."

"Thank you, Loki. That's all I needed to hear. I'm sorry that this trip brings up painful memories. I shouldn't have focused only on what I was feeling. Just because it came out of nowhere is not an excuse to ignore your feelings."

"It would have shocked anyone, love. You do not need to apologize."

"Neither do you."

"We rarely argue, love, because we can get into each other's minds. How did we miss this?"

"Focus in the wrong place, babe. You were reliving painful things and I was freaking out about becoming queen. Both of those things don't exactly allow for a clear mind in the first place."

"I hate when we fight."

"It takes both of us having clouded judgments for such a thing to happen, so I don't think it will happen often, but if it does, we need to communicate more."

"To be fair, I was distracting you from your freak out when I said something I shouldn't have."

"I could have distracted you as you distracted me, but I got angry instead." She got up and straddled me, her already dripping core teasing my growing member. "Perhaps we can make up for that now."

I rolled her over so that I was on top, slowly sliding into her, my mouth on her supple breast. "Anything for my queen."

I felt her arms go around me as I began to move through her tight core. Gods, she felt like heaven. No matter how many times or how often we make love, it always feels like the first time for me. I wish for moments like this, this feeling to never end.

"L-Loki!" she gasped.

I picked up the pace, needing to feel her taking me into her body. I felt her love surrounding me.

I lifted my head and asked breathlessly, "What do you need, my queen?"

"More! Please!"

Gods, I loved how she begged me for what she wanted. Knowing she would be leading a realm and I am the only one she submits to like this… If it was possible for me to grow larger, I did. My hands drifted to her hips, holding her still as I went harder, faster, and deeper than ever before. It was as if she had opened up to me more and I was discovering new areas of her body to bring her pleasure. And I couldn't enjoy such discoveries more if I wanted to.

Before I knew it, she was begging me for release, but I said, "Not until I say."

"Loki! I-I can't!"

I moved my thumb to her engorged clit, rubbing vigorously until she was rendered speechless. "Now!"

She gripped me so hard, it bordered on pain. I had to hold myself off of her so that I didn't crush her. She moved me in such a way that I was still inside the haven of her body. Gods, I never wanted to leave.

"How do that?" she asked.

"Do what?" I inquired in return.

"Make me feel such bliss."

"It's because I love you, Ariana. No skill or magic could ever replace that." That earned me a smile. "Why do you let me be the dominant one?"

She began tracing pictures on my chest. "I don't know. Maybe it's because I feel I have to be in control of a lot of things all the time, it's nice to let that control go."

I chuckled. "Then, perhaps I should tie you to the bed and at my mercy, love."

I felt a shiver run through her. My smile grew. The idea excited my little goddess. That meant I could plan any number of enjoyable "activities" for my queen, to give her a break from being in control. If she were to become queen, she would need that more than ever.

"Later, love," I said. "For now, we must get ready to return to Midgard. I fear we have been away for too long."

"I knew it!" she replied, laughing.

"What?" I was genuinely confused.

"You are starting to think of yourself as an Avenger."

I thought over my words and joined her laughter. "Only you will ever know, my love. Only you."