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Another horrible day. Shitty uni, shitty family, shitty friends. And the worst of all, the endless pile of uni work. You had had enough. You leaned her head into her arms, collapsing over the computer desk. You let out a long, frustrated sigh, and closed your eyes, hoping that it would all just go away. That somehow, if you just kept her eyes closed long enough, you’d be transported somewhere where you wouldn’t need to deal with other people’s problems, or do the work you really just hated doing. That it would be nice there, just relaxing and nice, enjoyable things. That-
Loki gets engaged, and of course a party is in order… A party in the Asgardian way.
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"Will you marry me?"
Loki’s words from the night before rang in my ears as he took my hand and lead me towards the doors of the greatest hall in Asgard. Noticing my nervousness, he squeezed my hand gently and leaned towards me to give me a kiss.
"Don’t be nervous," he murmured, stroking my cheek with his fingers.
"But everyone will be looking at us,” I said, already dreading being in the centre of attention.
"Not for long, soon they’ll have had enough to drink and won’t even remember what the cause of celebration is," Loki joked, making me laughed nervously.
"It’ll go just fine. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself."
Warning: contains things that might upset sensitive readers (can’t really go to details for plot reasons, but if you have past traumas you may want to proceed with caution).
Here it is, sorry for the wait! Some surprises are on the way this time…