Author's note - Well I am back...hopefully.
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An echoing scream filled the ice-covered void of Jotunheim. Laufey had found out the through his numerous spies that Amaliya was still alive. He clenched his teeth and fists before shoving his giant hands through an already crumbling pillar and then another. The downfall of the Nine Realms needed to be destroyed. He called a few of his strongest and smartest soldiers to him giving them orders to eliminate her without prejudice even if it cost Jotun blood. The Princess would die at the hand of a Jotun.
Loki and Liya were now starting to plan the wedding that would untie the two kingdoms. It would be after the two were married that it would be revealed that Princess Amaliya of Vanaheim was in fact still alive to the rest of the Nine Realms. The planning took place mostly on Vanaheim under the supervision of Frigga and Alesa. It was still undecided if once Loki and Liya were married would stay on Asgard or make Vanaheim their home. Those decisions, however, could be left until later, the couple was too wrapped up in each other to think of such things so, wrapped up that they hardly paid attention to wedding plans.
"Amaliya," Alesa said firmly.
The hard voice of the Elven queen caused the giggling girl to stop her twittering however a sly smile stayed on her lips, "I'm sorry Alesa," Liya batted her eyes, "couldn't this wait for another day?"
"We've put this off for a fortnight dear," Frigga said gently prying Liya away from Loki giving her to Alesa. "Don't you have something you need to take care of Loki," Frigga asked sweetly.
"Ah," he nodded, "I am afraid so," he pulled Liya into him once more, "Miss me Dove?"
"Forever," she told him before they shared a tender kiss.
"You will look radiant and more beautiful than the moon in whatever dress you pick," he kissed her hand before called the Bi-Frost down.
"Your guest is waiting for you at the palace my Prince," Heimdall stated.
"Thank you Heimdall," Loki nodded to the gatekeeper.
The Prince hopped on a horse and galloped across the Rainbow Bridge to the palace. He was met by Eitri the Dwarf King. Loki smiled at Eitri, this meeting would solidify Liya to him. They were meant to be together, destined.
"Loki," Eitri's deep voice bellowed, "I have brought what you asked for, is Amaliya here?"
The Trickster shook his head, "She is knee deep in wedding plans, thank you for coming Eitri," Loki bowed.
"It is for the good of the Nine Realms that you two be wed, I cannot disagree with the good of the Realms." The Dwarf eyed the youngest Odinson carefully before reaching into his bag pulling out a plain wooden box handing it to Loki.
Thor's brother took the container opening the hinged lid staring at the marvelous creation inside. The ring for Liya, it was so delicately made. The thin gold wrapped around a gorgeous emerald gem with filigree scroll work on the band. It was perfect, perfection for perfection.
Loki stood in awe of the creation for a moment before looking at the Dwarf King, he was taller than Thor, his hands were thick and looked clumsy. He looked back at the delicate ring in his hands and wondered at the talent of the Dwarves, surely there was no rival to this ring in all the Nine Realms.
"Thank you," Loki said quietly and reverently to Eitri.
"Loki," the thunderous voice of Thor rang out. "Eitri," the Thunder God questioned, "what are you doing here friend?"
"I came to deliver a gift for Amaliya."
"Amaliya," Thor pondered for a moment before seeing the ring box in Loki's hands, "No doubt the best of your craftsmanship for the princess."
"Of course," he said with a bow of his head, "I need to return to Nidavelllir," he stomped away toward the Bi-Frost.
Thor came over to his brother taking the box from his hands, "This is truly a rare sight, Liya will adore it, perhaps more than you Brother."
Loki laughed taking back the ring, "One can only hope, what did you need Thor?"
"Father needs to see us both," Thor told Loki, "He has something important to tell us."
"More important than uniting Asgard and Vanaheim?"
"Yes Brother, he wants to choose his successor."
Loki dropped the box to the ground; the sturdy wood did not break but Loki did. He never imagined that along with marrying Amaliya that he might be Odin's successor, King of Asgard. That would make Liya Queen. A small smile graced his face as he dipped down picking up the container. She was certainly worthy of the title. He turned his face to Thor, "Let's go see Father."