"Is it too much if I call her a massive slut? I'm angry and I want to vent." I confessed, my voice radiating through the hallways as we walked along. Loki kept his free arm wrapped around my waist as he laughed. "You totally owned her!" I said, laughing.

"You need not feel threatened by such a woman Anne. The prophecy states that you are to be my wife." Loki said, his voice emanating happiness. I stopped, looking at him with a horrified stare. "What is it?" He asked, confused.

"Is that the reason you turned her down? So the only reason you're being all 'lovey-dovey' with me is because of the prophecy?" My face screwed up in a disgusted expression. I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn't help it. Loki pursed his lips, walking towards me. I wasn't sure why his little comment had upset me so. But as I felt my feelings for him deepening every time I was around him, it was a valid question to ask before I got too emotionally invested. The way in which I asked it was up to me as well. And considering my issue with having a short temper, well... "You know, I think it's fairly accurate to say that I am worth more than a freaking prophecy!" I yelled. I stepped back from Loki as he came towards me, an apologetic look, and expression of amusement flashed across his face simultaneously. He moved towards me again, I went to step back, inadvertently pressing myself against the open balconied wall. The cool breeze made my hair sway as I glared at him. He came very close, resting the staff against one of the columns of the open alcove we stood in. His hands rested themselves against the sides of my waist as he stepped closer, his body pressing lightly against mine. I raised my hand, pointing my finger at him, cautioning him to stop. He only smiled.

"The prophecy is what brought you to me. It is what binds our futures together. But a prophecy only tells the future, it does not define it. Our feelings for one another have formed of their own accord. I did not turn her down because I am simply bound to you. I turned her down because I do not want her, nor anyone else. You do not need to be so jealous." He said softly, his voice calm. He laughed as I looked at him incredulously. I made an immature face.

"Well..." I started, but stopped as Loki kissed me passionately. His lips pressed hard against mine. I felt my shoulders slump as my body gave in. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed me against the wall harder. This guy had a thing about pushing me against walls... But I wasn't complaining. Not at all. I pulled back, pressing my palms against the metal armor on his chest. His grip around my waist tightened. I gave him a serious look, of which he returned with one that emanated a playfulness that was intoxicating to me. "You know, we have got to stop making out in hallways. I can't imagine that it's a good mannered thing to do." I said honestly. He laughed.

"I am the King of Asgard. I do what I want." He said simply, his voice indifferent.

"You say that a lot." I spoke and he laughed again.

"I am Loki, and I do what I want." He chuckled as he kissed me once more. I laughed in between kisses. Before he lifted me into his arms, pulling me off the ground for a brief moment, before I quickly pulled away. My feet landed back on the stone floor as I stepped back from him. This was getting out of hand. The making out needed to stop, no matter how much I may have been enjoying it.

"No." I said forcefully, but even I didn't believe it. He reached his hand out, a light green glow emanated from it as the staff came back to his hands.

"Shall we venture to the gardens?" He asked, teasing. I nodded.

He took me out into the garden where the upper class civilians that often came to the few banquets I had been to since coming here, roamed through the lush greenery.

"You should know Anne, the date has been set." I looked at him confused, he watched the ground.

"Date?"

"For our wedding." He looked at me quickly before his eyes darted to an approaching Asgardian. Fandral laid his hand on Loki's shoulder, smiling at him.

"I see you have returned from the hearing! I heard you were offered a young woman?" Fandral asked curiously. "I can't imagine how insulting that must have been for your betrothed." Fandral gestured to me, smiling warmly.

"No other woman shall take her place." Loki said in a simple tone. Fandral nodded. "I am sure the girl who was offered to me would be pleased to get your attention Fandral." Fandral nodded.

"You read my mind!" He announced, his eyes began searching as he walked away.

"When's the date?" I asked desperately. Although I was enjoying his company, and my feelings were growing, the idea of marrying him so quickly was unusually intense. Even for me.

"Four days from now." He looked at me nervously. "Does this bother you so?" I frowned for a moment, letting my thoughts run rampant in my mind. Sif approached me now, my eyes lifted to meet her gaze.

"I was wondering if I could steal Anne away for a moment?" Sif asked. Loki looked at me, waiting for a response. I nodded and left with Sif. I was conflicted and confused. I liked Loki. I had feelings for him. But to marry him so soon was petrifying. Right now I was just enjoying making out with him on random occasions. Wasn't that enough for the time being? Sif led me to a small group of women who stood talking avidly. As we joined the group, Sif whispered to me, "I thought you would like getting away from the boys for a while." She said kindly. The women in the group smiled at me, their faces friendly. I was introduced to all of them and we talked about all sorts of things. They asked me about Earth and it's everyday workings.

"Do you miss your friends and family?" One of them inquired. I frowned at the question, contemplating my answer.

"I didn't have a lot of friends, sorta kept to myself. My dad's a deadbeat who left home when I was a toddler, my mum didn't stick around for long either. So, no..." I explained.

"Are you excited about the wedding?" Another gushed, her face lighting up at me, her brown curls bouncing as she spoke. I hesitated.

"...Yeah." I could hear the unconvincing tone emanate through my fake voice.

"She is still becoming accustomed to the betrothal." Sif explained. She took a sip of the drink she held in her hands.

"It's just very quick that's all." I justified. The women nodded.

"But in a matter of days, you shall be Queen. You may do what you want! Do not be frightened, we've all seen the way King Loki looks at you..." Another woman teased. The other's giggled at the comment.

"On Asgard, we live for much longer than the people on Earth. Loki has had lovers in the past. He has wooed Asgardian women, but... He's never looked at them the way he looks at you." Sif explained. I nodded, sorting through her words in my head. I glanced over at Loki who stood talking to Fandral and Hogun. His face was serious, his stance, regal. I looked down at the wine in my cup before excusing myself and retreating into the castle. Ok, so I was special to Loki. I meant something. But I needed more time to run through everything in my head completely. I found my way to the archive room, where Loki had read the words of the prophecy to me. I sifted through the scrolls and old leather bound books until I found it.

Laying it flat on the table, I read the words over and over. Examining each possible meaning, that only ever came to one conclusion in my head. I could feel my mind beginning to believe the words, knowing that it wasn't just a coincidence that I found a secret pathway to Asgard, that it wasn't a coincidence that I was from the same planet that Loki had tried to enslave... I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts out of my mind that justified the words written in ink in front of me. But it was no use as everything made perfect sense, slowly brewing into one foolproof goddamned prophecy. My beliefs had been questioned, thrown out the window, and burnt at the stake. Loki had said that prophecies had the tendency to come true on Asgard... And the reminder of his words was enough to cement a new belief into the pathways of my mind. I sighed reluctantly.

"Well...fuck."