Prologue

LOKI POV

Her skin was milky white, lightly freckled. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment, making him hunger for what her behind would look like red from his hand. Her hair - his favorite part of her appearance, was wild. It appeared to be flowing flames, two loosely braided plaits down both of her shoulders. Her breasts were small, matching her frame. She was small, petite. Skinny, almost sickly so. He pondered her breasts for a moment, wondering if he could cup them in his hands, or if they'd be too small. He had rather large hands, after all.

She wore a white and airy dress. Only her mother stood by her side, so he assumed she was who picked what her daughter wore. The dress was fitted around the bust and waist, flowing in layers to her calves. She reminded him of a little sea nymph in that dress.

He observed his future bride from afar, further down the line of women who were offering themselves to him. Some were naked, some fell to their knees whenever he passed. He'd picked her as soon as he saw the line of women. She was the only one looking down, the only one who seemed to know her place.

He heard her mother whispered to her, sweet nothings of encouragement. He wanted his girl to respond, to hear her voice, but she wouldn't. Skipping the last few girls in front of his, he made his way to her. She was smaller than he imagined. She came to just below his collar. How lovely.

"Hello, my dear." He cooed, watching her tremble. Her shaking hands took both sides of her gown, curtsying slightly. "H-How do you do, my L-Lord." Her voice was soft, but a deep alto, something he hadn't expected. "Look at me, dear." She did, exposing to him big brown eyes, ones that matched her mother's. His cool hand took her warm one, raising it to his lips.

"Come with me."