Hey, all! Welcome! I've been writing on Wattpad, but I wanted to share my work elsewhere since I know a lot of people have certain fanfic sites that they like better. So here ya are! I will be posting every Sunday evening! On we go!

Key:

(Y/N) - your name

(L/N) - last name

(F/N) - full name

(N/N) - nickname

(F/C) - favorite color

(H/C) - hair color

(S/T) - skin tone

(E/C) - eye color

I had always dreamed of this day, ever since I was a little girl, but this was not how I imagined it. This was the opposite, in fact. I had always dreamed of falling in love with someone slowly, getting to know each other, our faults and perks. This was much too fast. An arranged marriage was far from what I had dreamt of.

It was my wedding day, and this was not what I wanted, not at all. When my father, the king of a large province in our realm of Alfheim, the land of the Light Elves, has announced that I was to marry one of the princes of Asgard, I had been furious. I had cried and yelled and eventually locked myself in my room away from everyone.

My father had always known of what I dreamed of, what I had wanted for my life, but he did not seem to care. He had always been a cold man, only having politics on his mind. I was being sold off as a bargaining chip to bring a more stable relationship between Asgard and Alfheim. Our relationship with the world of the gods was rocky as our race was very powerful and our kingdom even more so.

I yanked at on the tight, white cloth around my waist, trying to allow myself to breath easier. The dress was a ball gown style, and while the waist was tight, the skirt was the poofiest thing I had ever seen. Lace covered the entire thing, making the straight neckline itchy. My (h/c) hair was up in an elegant bun, a million clips and pins keeping everything together. I sighed as I looked in the full length mirror, not entirely satisfied if I were being honest.

There was a knock on the door before it swung open to reveal my mother. "My goodness," she breathed. "Is that really my daughter?" she asked in disbelief. I frowned and looked back at the mirror, picking at the dress again. "Oh, (Y/N), don't be like that," my mother snapped. "I think you've had enough time sulking," she scolded.

"I'll stop sulking when you call of this damn wedding," I snapped, grabbing two fistfuls of white cloth, bring it up and dropping it again. My mother gasped behind me.

"That is no way for a lady to speak," she said, sounding appalled.

"Since when have I been very lady like?" I pointed out. "And I've heard my fiancé isn't much of a gentleman so it shouldn't be a shock to him," I rebuked, turning to glare at the woman behind me. "He killed eighty people in two days on Midgard," I reminded her. "I can't believe you're making me marry someone like that," I hissed. She didn't say a word but swept out of the room instead, slamming the door behind her.

I stomped my heel clad foot in anger, wincing and immediately regretting that action. I sighed again and smoothed out the dress. Tears threatened to spill when I realized that there was nothing I could do to change what was going to happen. I was just going to have to live with this new life I was being thrown headlong into, for better or for worse.

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The traditional Asgardian wedding ceremony had been boring and unbelievably awkward. Thankfully, there had been no kissing involved. Though I was being forced to give my life away, I did not have to give my first kiss away. Yes. That's right. I, (F/N), at one thousand eighteen year's old, had never kissed anyone outside of family, and I wasn't looking to change that anytime soon.

I was currently sitting at the large dining table in a huge room with beautiful architecture. I was now dressed in a soft blue dress, much simpler and more comfortable than my wedding attire. I was merely picking at my food, allowing myself to be captivated by the beautiful architecture that surrounded me. This was a different world that was very different from my own, so I was determined to learn everything I could about it.

Sitting at the head of the table was the all father, Odin, and at his side was his beautiful wife, Frigga. She had been very welcoming and very motherly when I had first met her, and I appreciated that. It made me feel a little bit better, even if just slightly. Thor was sitting across from me, his wife, a Midgardian by the name of Jane, sitting next to him. She had come to Asgard for the wedding ceremony with Thor. My new 'husband,' Loki, the god of mischief, sat next to me.

During the entirety of the wedding ceremony, Loki's face had remained impassive, and he had not met my eye. The only words that had been spoken were those that he was forced to during the actually wedding. His green eyes always remained somewhere in the distance. I could tell he like this whole arrangement just about as much as I did.

Jane suddenly leaned over to her husband for a moment and whispered something in his ear. He looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding and whispering something back. Jane stood up from her seat and excused herself before walking around the table. "Come on. Lets go for a walk," she whispered. I nodded and stood up. I excused myself and followed the other woman out of the room.

We traveled in silence. I let her lead back through the intricate halls of the palace until she lead me outside to the gardens. We walked through the beautiful bushes and flowers until Jane stopped at a pond. Water lilies and lily pads covered the surface of the pond, frogs sitting on the rocks.

"Why did you bring me out here?" I asked.

"You looked like you could do with a break," she said with a smile, looking over at me. I nodded and sent her a minuscule smile.

"Thank you," I whispered. We stood in silence for a few more minutes before I spoke again. "This is not how I imagined I would spend my life," I whispered bitterly. I heard the other woman sigh.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I truly wish I could say something to make you feel better," she said, an upset look on her face as she glanced over at me. "And I wish I could tell you that Loki truly isn't a bad guy. I don't have enough information to tell you that," she admitted. "But you can get used to life here." I snapped my head to the side, looking at her with narrowed eyes. "Things can become normal again. And with such a large kingdom, there is plenty of stuff to do." A small smirk grew on her lips. "I'm sure there are plenty of places to explore." I raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged. "You look like that kind of girl to me." I smiled widely at that. "If you want to learn more about your husband, talk to Thor," she advised.

"Why? You wouldn't mind another girl talking to your hunk of a husband?" I asked teasingly. I liked her already. She laughed at that.

"No, I'm not worried about it. Thor can be dense," she told me, causing me to laugh. "But seriously, ask Thor. He'll tell you anything you want to know. He has plenty a good things to say about his brother," she assured me.

"Thank you," I said again. We stood in the cool breeze for a while longer, watching he beautiful Asgardian sunset. It was breathtaking, and it nearly distracted me from the events that had taken place only hours before.

"We should probably head back," I heard Jane say as I yawned.

"Yeah, I need to get all this makeup of my face," I said with a grimace. We headed back to the palace, the castle guards bowing to us and holding the doors open as we entered. A maid immediately scurried up to me and bowed lowly.

"Lady (Y/N)," she greeted politely. "My name is Elizabeth, and I am your personal maid," she explained, still in a bow.

"We'll, for starters, you can stop bowing." She immediately straightened up, a blush on her face. She was a pretty girl that looked to he in her teens. She had round, rosy cheeks and deep brown eyes that matched her hair perfectly.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, my lady," she apologized quickly, bowing again. She squealed when she noticed her mistake and standing up straight again. I waved it off. "My lady, I'm here to show you to you and prince Loki's room." My stomach churned at her words. That hadn't even crossed my mind, sharing a room and a bed with the dark haired prince. I quickly pushed the thoughts away, figuring I'd deal with it along when I had to. There was nothing I could do about it anyway.

"Please, just call me (Y/N)," I requested. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Oh no, I could do th-"

"Call me (Y/N)," I ordered, and she nodded quickly. "I don't like all the formalities," I explained.

"This way, my l-(Y/N)," she quickly corrected before leading me down the hallway after biding farewell to Jane. Elizabeth led me to a massive room that was swathed in green, black, and gold which I recognized as Loki's colors. I had to admit, the colors looked nice together. The bedding was a deep green with gold throw pillows, the curtains a deep black with golden swirls.

I noticed doors leading to a terrace, and I immediately went over, throwing the French doors open. The view was stunning. I could see everything. "Shall I draw you a bath?" Elizabeth asked shyly from behind me.

"Yes, that would be nice," I said. While the maid started the bath, I dig through the dressers finding old as well as new clothes. I pulled out an old, deep blue, silk night gown, a gift from my mother. I wasn't sure where Loki was right now, but I shook it off, not caring. Elizabeth called for me, letting me know the bath was ready.

I took a long bath, staying in until the water turned cold. I quickly dried myself off, desperate to get warm again. Before I got into bed, I stood out on the terrace for a few minutes, just looking down on all that I could see. I sighed and left the terrace, going back to the bedroom. Picking the side that was closest to the door, I threw back the covers and dove under the soft sheets. I stared out the glass doors to the terrace and eventually feel asleep.