I woke up the next morning, my mind refreshed and ready for the day ahead. My chest was no longer heaving from the night before. My skin had stopped its incessant tingling in the places where Loki had touched me. As I pulled myself out of bed and changed, my handmaidens brought my breakfast in, placing it on the table near my bed. They began to make my bed, tucking the sheets in tight. I paid no notice to them as I nibbled at my breakfast, eating each piece of fruit slowly. I replayed the nights events in my head as a warmth radiated through me with a force that I couldn't ignore. A knock on the door brought me back to reality. I stood as Loki entered. He was dressed elegantly, his leather outfit on. The metal shoulder pads glistened in the light and his long green cape flowed down his back. He held Odin's spear in one hand as he watched me with an admiring smile. My handmaidens bowed as I walked over to Loki, stopping in front of him.

"I request you to be present at the hearings today." Loki's voice was smooth and kind.

"And what are the hearings?" I asked, I could hear the friendly nature in my voice. He smiled at me.

"Civilians ask favours of me, as well as advice. I choose to grant them or not." He explained. "I wish for you to be there, as it will be part of your duties, once you are Queen." I nodded, smiling playfully. I felt something brush my silk dress, just near my thigh. I looked down for a moment to see Loki's hands playing with the fabric, his eyes teasing, a playful smile on his lips. I tried not to laugh as my handmaiden bowed next to me, before speaking,

"She shall be there at your request my King." Loki nodded at the handmaiden, before glancing back at me.

"I shall look forward to it." He said before turning to leave the room. I took a deep breath as the doors shut behind him.

A little while later I was escorted to the throne room by my handmaidens, two of which stayed with me as I entered the room, the others left as they weren't needed. Loki stood on the platform, where stairs ascended upwards to the large stone throne. Intricate carvings outlined the throne. Loki noticed me and made his way down the steps, taking my hand in his free hand, kissing it carefully. He gestured to a seat that sat on the platform, next to the throne. It was a lavish armchair in a green velvety fabric with golden painted wood. I sat down as Loki took his seat on the magnificent throne. He gestured to the guards who stood at the very end of the throne room, next to the large golden doors. The guards opened the doors and a line of civilians began to pile in slowly. All the civilians were dressed in plain, simple clothes. But their attire was slightly elegant; in silk cloth and various colours. Some carried offerings for Loki, awaiting their turn in the line to speak to the King. I was curious to see how Loki would interact with the civilians. As the first civilian made their way to the bottom of the steps leading up to the platform, he bowed. He had short golden hair, and pale skin.

"My Lord." He began. "I have come to ask for your blessing in marrying Lilian. She is a fine woman, and I wish to make her mine." The man explained, his head remained bowed in honour.

"Do you love this woman?" Loki inquired.

"Very much, my Lord. My feelings run deep." He confessed, Loki simply smiled.

"Then you have my blessing and permission." Loki stated clearly. The man bowed once again as he stood before leaving, happiness clearly evident on his young face as a smile erupted on his lips. Civilians slowly and precariously asked for favours and advice as they bowed one by one in front of Loki. They spoke respectfully, and Loki always answered in a calm tone. As the line began to dwindle, the next civilian bowed in front, her long platinum blonde hair bounced as she moved. As she looked up, she bore a friendly smile. Her face was pale and beautiful. She looked innocent with her hair falling over her shoulders, as she smiled at him. Another man bowed behind her, before standing. The young woman stayed on her knees, looking up at her King with admiration. The man spoke,

"My great King. I bring you an offering to your palace, in the form of my daughter." The man stated kindly. He gestured to the young, beautiful woman who kneeled to Loki. "She is a beautiful woman who would grace even the most royal of households. She is obedient and respectful. I humbly offer her to you, to be your wife." My eyes widened at his words, suddenly understanding why the young girl was smiling at Loki in such a way. The girl's eyes darted to mine for a moment, a cruel smile making it's appearance quickly before she looked back at Loki with adoration. Loki did not answer, instead he stayed still, his face composed. The young woman stood up cautiously.

"My King, I have admired you ever since I was a young girl, well before your reign. I know that I shall be a great and loyal wife to you. Better than any other woman could be." Her eyes darted to me once again. I knew she was talking indirectly to me. It infuriated my senses, but I remained calm, knowing she wanted to get a rise out of me.

"What is your name girl." Loki spoke now, his voice cold and unfriendly. He sounded disinterested.

"Sera." She said, her voice warm. I seethed internally as she spoke. The only thing to calm me down involved imagining Loki send his staff straight through her beautiful head. That bitch.

"And what makes you think you deserve to rule by my side?" Loki asked, his voice had become impatient, as if he was frustrated at their disrespect.

"I am a good, obedient woman." She stated, slightly confused.

"And you think that is what I want?" Loki challenged. His back was leaning lazily against the back of the chair, with his legs open, the way he always sat. His expression was impatient, and indifferent.

"I can be whatever you want my Lord." Sera stuttered out. Her father stepped forward, placing his hand on Sera's shoulder.

"My King, my daughter is beautiful. She shall give you beautiful children. She is a fine candidate." He spoke quickly.

"A fine candidate does not involve a woman who has secretly fooled around with many Asgardian soldiers." Loki stated coldly. My face lit up at the sudden turn of events. Yes.

"My Lord, there is no law against frivolous behaviour." Her father justified.

"My experience shall be of great use in pleasuring you, my Lord." Sera spoke, her voice going back to its sultry nature.

"I do not want a woman who only knows how to please a man sexually. If that is the only substance you possess then you shall not be a prime candidate for any man who wishes to find a wife, but only for the men who wish to find pleasure on a lonely night. And furthermore, you shall never be a candidate for the opportunity to rule alongside me." Loki spoke, distaste in his mouth. He stood up now, standing confidently, his legs apart, staff in hand. He glowered down at the father and daughter. "My future Queen is a woman of great strength, fire and humility. Among other rare and beautiful traits. You shall never be a candidate to be my wife as, to put it simply, you are not her. No one in all the nine realms compares to the woman I am betrothed to. I suggest you go back to where you came from and think less of yourself." His eyes glowered deep into Sera's. She stood there, her face horrified and confused. Her eyes darted from Loki to me. "I shall hear no more today. I have been infuriated, and wish to retire." Loki announced to the throne room, a small group of civilians left. They did not protest as Loki stepped down from his throne and stopped in front of me. He paid no attention to the father and daughter who continued to stand there, utterly confused. Sera watched me with jealous eyes as Loki took my hand carefully and kissed it. He then wrapped his free arm around my waist as we exited the throne room. Justice. Take that Sera.