Our ceremony was simple. But one week later, I was married to the love of my life. Though our official wedding wasn't for another few months, I was considered a queen now.
I guess that's when the troubled started.
A few weeks later, I awoke to the sound of many voices outside the bedroom door. Loki's arms tightened against my waist, and I had to pry myself from his grasp. My silk robe slipped over my shoulders, and I peaked out from behind the door. Soldiers rushed past. One stopped when he saw me.
"Your majesty." He bows. "We didn't mean to wake you."
"No, that's fine. What's going on?"
"Just a minor security breach." He attempts to act like the situation is no big deal, but I can tell he's lying.
"What's really going on?"
"We don't know." He whispers and looks down.
"I'll wake Loki, and we will meet you all in a moment."
"Yes ma'am." He bows once more before he runs after the rest.
"Loki." I shook my husband awake. "Something's wrong." He instantly sprung from his slumber and transformed both of us into our royal adornments. Together we rushed to where the soldiers had convened.
Only the entire room floor was covered with fallen soldiers. But they weren't dead, I checked. They were knocked out somehow.
"Well, well, well. There are the newlyweds." A dark figure walked towards us; Loki protectively pushed me behind him.
"Who are you?" He questions in a commanding voice.
"I need not be bothered with formalities with you Loki" He steps into the light. The man, or should I say creature, was quite disturbing. His body was covered in purple scale like skin and his grimace was menacing. His dark eyes fell on me, and his lips turned up in dangerous grin. "Hello Miss Stark." He quickly covers his mouth. "Excuse me, I mean Mrs. Laufeyson, or do you prefer your majesty?"
"I prefer Abigail." I take a bold step away from my husband. Loki reaches out to me, as if to pull me back, but he instantly pulls his hand back to his side.
"You have heart don't you Miss Abigail?" The villain chuckles to himself. "That will do nicely."
"For what?" Loki demands.
"For my plan of course." His voice echos through the quite chambers. He waves his hands around the room. "Weak army, I must say. The king of Asgard is far too accessible. Good for me, but bad for you." He makes a fake pouty face.
"What do you have planned?" I take a step towards him.
"Oh, I'm glad you asked Abigail." He smiles again. "So many things. One of them being to send you two to Midgard, and demand their subjugation."
Loki laughs. "What makes you think we'd do that?" Under his breath, I can hear my husband say, "Again."
"Oh, this." The man holds out his hands to us, and a mist suddenly surrounds us both.
"Abigail!" Loki reaches for him.
"Loki, what's happening?" My voice squeaks in fear as I'm engulfed in his arms. We watch as the mysterious mist thickens.
"I don't know." His voice is heavy, and we both fall to the ground in a dark haze.
Before I black out, I hear the intruder laugh and mutter, "Together, you two will be unstoppable."