You huffed a small laugh. "It would appear the trickster was tricked. I assume her seidr is to prevent you from using yours?" You asked.

"Her seidr?" Loki tried to unlock a window close to him only to fail. "Why would she…?"

"To keep us locked in here together with no means of escape obviously."

"Why?"

"I assume it is some odd attempt to get us to talk to one another." You walked passed him trying not to hit into him, but still lancing him slightly.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

"I an trying to see if there is anywhere she has forgotten, as futile as that may seem, so I can go home."

"I think the point of all this is that you are supposed to be unable to." Loki stated.

You looked through a glass door that led to Frigga's private balcony. "Yes, thank you for that Loki." You retorted. You turned to face him. "Why are you staring at me like that? And what happened you, you look like death?" You referred to his usually slicked back neat hair falling loosely, in every direction giving him a scruffy appearance, something he would loathe throuoghly usually, his now almost translucent skin and the red circles that surrounded his eyes.

"You can talk, you appear to be styling yourself on Hela herself. Why did you come to the palace today?"

"I did not get a choice, Thor abducted me when I was out for a walk."

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"Thor brought you here?" You nodded. "Why?"

"Your guess is as good as mine; it is like he wants to be my new best friend of late."

"So you had not planned on coming here?"

You shook your head "I had no plans to come anywhere neat here anytime in the next century, why?"

The smile on Loki's face made you bite your lip. It was his genuine one, the one that always melted your heart. He sighed before speaking again. "I assume that my mother has everything enchanted to open again once we discuss what happened."

A sensation of dread filled you again. "There is nothing to say."

"Please, we do need to talk about this."

"No we do not."

"Please allow me to apologise."

"You have, many times, in several different ways."

"But you have not accepted it."

"Is that not my prerogative? I am under no obligation you forgive you Loki." You shrugged.

"This is absolutely torturous, you are being so stubborn." Loki walked forward and took your hands in his. "Please my beautiful little dove, my love for you has not waned."

Your eyes grew wide, you knew Loki cared somewhatfor you, but he had never openly declared it to you. "Your what?"

"My love for you, I love you. I have always loved you, surely you knew that?" Loki asked. These past few weeks without you, without our correspondence between your visits, my life has not been the same, it has been a misery. And…and when you called off the wedding, I feel my heart has failed to work properly since. I fear it is now broken beyond repair."

"So I should forgive you so you can be happy once more is that it?" You asked angrily.

Loki knew immediately he had to answer the question carefully. "No, I feel you should forgive me because it is clear how this has affected you greatly, do you deny it? If you feel such a way, it means you still love me too to say it hurts you so much. Why should we suffer such misery?"

"I am fine."

"My beautiful darling, you seem so weary as to have forgotten who I am. I am the God of Lies; I know all falsities when I hear them." He smiled wolfishly.

You felt your resolved crumbling. "You really hurt me Loki."

Loki's face became solemn. "I know, I have thought of nothing but how I have hurt you, and I am desperate to make it up to you. I wish to spend as long as is necessary making amends for my errors. I love you too much not to. If it takes another millennia to do so, then so be it."

"I don't know." You paused for a moment and Loki seemed to think it best to remain silent. "Have you ever told anyone anything I have told you in confidence?" You studied his face for his response.

"Yes, once." He admitted and your stomach felt heavy with the pain of betrayal. "When your brother was killed in battle, and you told me how you were feeling, how you really were feeling, and not the front you put forward to your parents because of not wanting to add to their grief, I did not know how best to comfort you, so I spoke with my mother on it, and she told me how to aid you as best I could."

"But not Thor or his friends?"

"Have you taken leave of your senses woman, I would not tell my brother the day of the week unless necessary, much less your most private thoughts you saw fit to share with me." A small giggle escaped your lips at his words. "Norn's, how I have missed that little sound. How greatly I missed you." Loki pulled you close and looked at you. "You are so very beautiful when you are happy."

"I thought you said I looked like Hela herself?"

"You look exhausted and a slight bit thinner than usual, but still more beautiful than any other woman in the Nine Realms." With that he leant down and placed his lips gently on yours, taking all thoughts and words from your mind. You responded enthusiastically, pulling yourself into his chest using his tunic, cherishing your first kiss.

After a moment you heard the door and windows click, signifying that they had unlocked, and Frigga walked into the room with a large smile on her face causing you to pull back with a small jump. "Finally, I thought you two would never be done. I shall have your belongings brought to the palace immediately and I will show you to where you will reside until after the ceremony." Frigga took your arm and began to near drag you out of her rooms behind her.

Loki followed closely behind you as bewildered as you were. "What ceremony?" he enquired.

"Your wedding of course, it is barely over a week away, why do you think the castle has been all a din? And with this small hiccup, there is so much to do that should have been done already." Frigga explained. "Now you shall reside next to my chambers for now as we have much to do." She smiled. "Thor will have informed you family that we are back on schedule once more by now so your belongings will be here by evening, though that dress is perfect for the announcement for your arrival dinner, green really suits you dear, which is most convenient considering it is Loki's colour."

You looked down and realised why Loki and his family had smiled when looking at you. You were in a deep green dress you had made to wear the evening before the wedding, insuring it was designed in Loki's colours to declare your devotion to your husband to be. "I did not realise I was wearing this." You confessed with a small blush.

"Well it is more than perfect, everyone has been dying to know when you were arriving so it is great that we can finally declare preparations are in full swing." Frigga smiled.

"But you called off the wedding." You stated completely baffled.

"Did I?" Frigga asked innocently.

"No, she didn't. Not officially." you looked around at Loki, who could not hide how impressed he was in his voice. "You used your gifts to foresee all of this didn't you Mother?" a small smile grew on his face.

"What good is the gift of all-sight if I cannot use it to make my son and the woman he loves happy?" she smiled. "Now Loki, leave us. I need to discuss the dress with your soon to be wife and you need to go with Thor to have new armour fitted for the ceremony."

Loki took a moment to kiss his mothers cheek. "Thank you mother, I am eternally grateful." The queen smiled lovingly. He turned to you and kissed your knuckles. "Until later my dove." He smiled, you could not resist returning the smile and nodded, and with that, he left.

"All-sight?" you looked to the queen.

"I have the ability to look into the past, the present and the future. I foresaw your little tiff, and the outcomes pending the different scenarios of interference by outside forces. So I orchestrated the one that would ensure you would return to each other, though I could see you both would need some assistance, thankfully your father convinced your mother to play alone with my little scheme, you are both very stubborn people, I fear the wrath of your children when they are toddlers." She smiled kindly. "Now before we go any further, I should ask you, do you want to continue with the arrangement to marry Loki?" you nodded, not trusting the words to come out of your mouth. "Excellent. Now, the dresses."

"Actually, I have an idea, in particular about one dress."

Frigga erupted in laughter, clearly foreseeing what you had planned. "Oh my dear, you truly are a match for my son in your eye for mischief."

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Your wedding day passed in a blur due to nerves and excitement. You were filled with joy as Loki took your hand in his and swore his love to you for the rest of your long lives in front of the whole realm and many foreign dignitaries, emphasizing that he would honour you in every way, making you smile, knowing he learnt his lesson.

Sitting at the top table with your new family, you looked around the room at the smiling faces; all happy that the Mischief Prince had married the woman he had long adored, and that she seemed as happy. Surveying the crowd you couldn't help but hone in on one particular person who was scowling angrily.

Loki leant in towards you when he realised who it was you were looking at with an eyebrow raised. "I assume that was your doing?" he asked quietly.

"Indeed." You bit your lip to prevent yourself from erupting in laughter for the umpteenth time. It was a lot harder when it was the pink bilgesnipe in the room. Literally pink, you purposely insured that Sif was forced to be in the wedding party, which included her having to be in a dress, which you ensured was frilly and powder pink, knowing she would loath it. "She may defeat me with a sword in the training grounds, but I will beat her every time with my mind in any other situation, and who knows maybe even in that one too." You grinned satisfied.

"It will teach her, and indeed all others never to belittle you. My love, I fear we are now to be known the god and goddess of mischief."

"It is a title I shall wear with pride." You smiled as he kissed your hand, which he refused to allow away from his own and he smiled adoringly at you.