Thor burst through the door, holding his hammer in the air, relishing in the applause from everyone around him, though not so much from Loki and Celeste. Odin made a long speech about how Thor was so worthy of being king, with every passing moment Loki was getting more and more anxious Where are they? Do I have to spell it out for them‽ Just before Thor could be officially named king Odin stopped and whispered "Frost Giants." Everything halted as Odin sat up, Celeste looked to Loki.

"What's going on?"

"Everything's fine, don't worry. Just wait in the library. I'll be back soon," he held her hand, "I promise," he placed a quick kiss on her cheek and followed after his father and brother. Celeste, seeing everyone flee, decided to do what he had said and fled to the library. Please be alright, please be alright, she repeated to herself both out loud and in her head while she waited. Loki had told her of the Frost Giants, their planet, the war, everything. The thought that one of those monsters was in the palace made her worry, even more so that Loki was probably heading straight for them. Dying, freezing, god knows what else could be happening to him. But she stayed put, Not like I'd be of much use anyway. Even with all hte books she could've entertained herself with, only Loki entered her thoughts.

Hours passed...

Loki had just come back from the weapons room, Odin having just told him the truth before falling into Odin-sleep. Many thoughts ran through the prince's head, most predominantly What will Celeste think? I am a monster. I have never fit in, but now? Well I can just forget about it! As these thoughts swirled in his head, images of Celeste rejecting him, running from him, made their way into his mind. She must not find out. His final thoughts as he entered the library only to be nearly knocked down as Celeste charged towards him and wrapped her arms around him yelling "Loki!"

"You missed me I presume?" he asked wrapping his own arms around her.

She nodded into his chest, "I was so worried, you were gone for hours. What happened? Are you alright? Why is your skin so cold?"

"...Yes...I'm fine...Things got...complicated..." he worded his statement carefully so nothing would rise suspicion.

"How so?"

"Well..." they sat down on the table and Loki told her all that happened, leaving out one important detail, but she picked up that something was missing.

"Loki? You left something out."

How does she do that? "What do you mean?"

"You aren't telling me something." He looked down at his hands, "What is it?"

He closed his hands into fists, "Nothing," he said putting on a mask of calm.

"Loki, come one. You can tell me anything," she placed a hand on his leg.

Can I really? When he looked into her pleading eyes he melted, "Do you promise you won't think any less of me?"

"Why would I ever think less of you?"

"Do you promise?" his eyes begged.

"Yes. Now, what's going on?"

He got up and turned his back to her, not wanting to face her or her reaction, "I'm a monster."

"What?" she said in disbelief.

"I am a monster. One of the very beasts that stormed the castle earlier."

"That's impossible, you don't look blue or have red eyes or..." she trailed off for when she next looked at the prince he fit that very description, solely so he could prove her wrong. His pale skin faded away to a deep blue and eyes, once emeralds, became red as blood.

"This is who-what I am. A monster," he repeated, he turned away from her again.

"No," she stood and placed a hand on his cheek, "You are not a monster, and never will be one." She looked into his eyes, which had reverted back to their normal color. "It's not what you are that makes you a monster, it's who you are that makes determines that. You are still the same Loki I met and fell in love with, blue or not," she laughed the last part and he couldn't help but smile at her little quip. He took her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, she truly loved him, no matter what and he loved her.

"Thank you. I really needed some reassuring words."

"No problem. But, wait, if Thor's banished, and Odin's down for the count, does that mean?"

"Yes, the throne falls to me, at least for now."

"Well, you'll at least be better than Thor, my king."

"And you, my queen," she looked up at him quizzically, "My mother refuses to leave Odin's side, so you get a few benefits," he smirked. Figga had always been a sort of mother figure to him and they would always have that special bond. Odin on the other hand has always favored Thor, no matter how much he tried to hide it. But now he could finally prove his worth. With Thor gone and Celeste by his side, nothing could go wrong.

As they left the library Loki's armor appeared on him and, unbeknownst to the now king, Celeste's eyes widened. That armor... she had only seen him wear it once, in her nightmare, And now he's king. No! He won't do that! He will be a great king. And he's still the same Loki. I hope...

As much as she tried to convince herself a small voice in the back of her head whispered, "Power corrupts."

But not even Heimdall knew of his machinations, how could Celeste have known of Loki's plans? Of his pure hatred and plots of vengeance to prove self worth? That's the thing, she didn't, nor did she suspect much of him, unaware of his other title, 'The God of Mischief.'