#Odin is a dickkkk

[the-war-between-our-love]

Chapter One: The Marriage from Hell. (TWBoL)

The younger Prince of Asgard held a dark scowl across his features; it had been there since he heard the news. He wasn’t happy about anything that was happening, and he was going to give the King a piece of his mind.

He stormed down the hallways of the palace, causing servants to move out of his way when they took notice of the dark aurora surrounding him. He was going to the throne room where his so-called-father sat in his seat made of gold.

Following behind him was the eldest brother, looking to him in worry that Loki might do something as reckless as level the entire land of Asgard to the ground. It’s not the first time that Thor followed him like a small puppy when Odin has done something to warrant this sort of behavior.

“Brother, please. You need to calm down before you enter. Whatever you say may make things worse than they already are.” Thor reasoned softly.

“Don’t. Do not tell me to call down, Dear Brother. What he is doing is far viler than even I thought he was capable of.” Loki swirled around to face Thor, the flaps of his clothing twirling with him. He’d look graceful if it wasn’t for the venomous look that painted his features in a darkened expression. “You are not the one who is being forced into a marriage.” He countered harshly before turning back to rip open the door to the Throne room.

“Well, if it isn’t my boys,” Odin held a warm smile on his face that seemed to make the rage inside of Loki burn brighter than before.

“I am not your son. I have never been, nor will I ever be. You cannot sell me out for marriage as a peace treaty! I won’t allow this!” Loki seethed, gripping his fists as he storms closer to Odin who lost the look of delight from his face.

“If I do not, then war will happen. You don’t get a choice in this.” Odin countered with a look of anger slowly replacing what was once happy.

“That is of no concern of mine, you old fool.” Loki crossed his arms. “War or not, I am no jester for your amusement. I certainly will not be a pawn in this disgracefulness.” He spat.

“As far as they know, you are mine. Consider this your punishment as well for the stunt you pulled back on Midgard. I allowed you back into my home because Thor begged me too. This is what is happening.” Odin slammed his staff onto the ground as if it was settled, but not for Loki it wasn’t.

“You cannot make me. I will not marry some babe that you decided to punish me with. I’d rather be damned!” Loki growled out.

“As I stated earlier, you have not choice in this matter. She is to be here tomorrow, which you will be married before mid-morning.” He nods as Loki opens his mouth to resort. “Not another word from you, Trickster. It’s decided.” He clenched his fist when Loki huffed out of anger.

The young prince glared daggers to Odin who sat high above him on the throne. A man who always towered over him, he was no father, he would never be. Sadly, at this moment, Odin was right. He is only a prince which means whoever Odin decides to marry him to, is who he will be married to.

Loki knew that he had lost, the anger didn’t leave him as he turned around and stormed back out the throne room. This sense of dread threatened to consume him in the crashing waves that would send him under. He continued to walk down the halls, causing the servants to once again part ways once they saw the anger even harder than before.

And just like before, Thor was once again trailing along behind Loki before he finally dared himself to place a hand onto his brother’s shoulder. He turned Loki to face him, placing both hands onto his shoulders now to cage him in.

“Brother, please--” Thor was cut off as Loki swatted his hands away.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” He stepped closer with each word, almost nose to nose with Thor despite being shorter.

However, the Gods seemed to love damning Loki even further as Thor’s stubbornness kicked in and would not allow Loki to sulk in his room alone.

“You never know. You may desire this woman when it comes down to it.” Thor offers with a soft smile, causing Loki to snort bitterly with a roll of his eyes.

“Odin said that I was merely marrying this woman. He never said I had to love her or even care for her.” Loki comments drily as Thor’s jaw clenched.

“Then there is no point in this marriage.” He countered sharply when suddenly Loki’s hand was patting his chest as he leans closer.

“Now you’re understanding it.” Loki grins drily before turning around and going back to his room, slamming the door shut.

That night, Loki refused to eat anything. He had lost his appetite thanks to Odin, and he didn’t want to even be in the presence of Odin. He sat alone in his room, the coldness of the night didn’t bother his skin as it did to the others. He was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression before hatred began to plague his heart like before.

“Bastard.” He growled more to himself than who it was meant for. “How can I let this happen?” He questioned before suddenly the moon’s light grew brighter, causing his gaze to flicker outside.

He let out a small sight, running his fingers through his hair to push it away from the defeated look on his face. He thought about what tomorrow will bring, how he was only informed mere hours ago about this, and now soon he will be married.

He pushed the covers off him before standing up and going over to the window. The thought of his mother plagued his mind; she would never allow this to happen, but sadly she was no longer here. Now, whatever Odin decided, it was law whether it was at the cost of others or not. His heart still ached to have her arms enveloping him, blocking him away from the world and destruction.

To his surprise, tears dripped down his face, causing his eyes to widen at the realization that he was breaking apart. His hand slowly lifted, swiping away at the salted liquid as it cascaded down his face. He swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, forcing back the sob that burned and clawed up his chest.

There was a gentle wrap that made his demeanor immediately throw away any trace of him in tears. He glanced towards the door as he slowly opened to reveal a small maiden glancing into the room with a timid look. She made eye contact with him for just a moment before flickering her gaze to the floor.

“My Lord, are you going to eat anything, tonight? Is there anything I can make for you?” She asked quietly, making Loki’s tense shoulders drop slightly.

“No, I shall be fine for the evening. Thank you.” He whispered before turning his back towards the window once more. His voice was still strained from holding back the burning emotions that flooded his torso and traveled up his spine to the base of his skull.

The door shut with a soft click, causing Loki to let out a shaky sigh of relief to be once again alone. His eyelids grew heavy from the weight that rested on his shoulders, making his legs shake from it all. He fought sleep for another hour, daring himself not to close his eyes for then his life as he knew it would cease to exist.

No matter how hard he tried; soon he was laying on his bed once more as he stared into the abyss of nothing. He didn’t wish to wake if he did sleep, didn’t want tomorrow to come, but sadly fates as it is, sleep had claimed him without a second thought. His body slowly relaxed against the sheets in a blissful state of unconsciousness.

Morning came, a light flickered through the darkened curtains must to Loki’s dismay. He felt someone standing next to his bed as his blurry gaze readjusted to see his brother standing beside him with a tray in his hands. He set it down on the table next to Loki’s bed before Loki finally took notice of the anger in his eyes.

“You never came for dinner last night.” He pointed out in a stern tone as if Loki had forgotten to come down or something.

“I wasn’t hungry.” He huffed, sitting up when Thor thumped down at the edge of the bed.

“Well, you are told to eat now. The Princess of Bevollion will be here soon.” He comments quietly, watching Loki grit his teeth. “Please, for me.” He begged, offering the tray to Loki who sighed and took it from him.

He ate slowly, not wanting to upset his stomach further considering all the knots that laid within them. He refused to talk with Thor despite him trying to make conversation. Sometimes Loki loved Thor, even despite all the hardships he’s faced just to be noticed… But Today, Loki wanted nothing to do with anyone related to Odin or the bastard himself.

After eating, Thor left so Loki could get cleaned up and dressed for the wedding. There had been an outfit draped over one of the chairs for him to wear. Just as he finished the last tie of his gown, there was a knock at the door before it creaked open.

“My Lord, you are requested in the Throne room.” The same young woman from last night comments quietly. She took notice of the emotionless expression on the young Prince’s face as he stared into the mirror.

“So be it.” He whispered to himself before following the young maiden who offered him a weary smile.

“She is quite beautiful, My Lord.” She offers, trying to lighten the mood.

“I do not care. Beauty or not. This is for peace. Nothing more.” He hissed as she flinched before opening the doors to the Throne room.

The entire place had been decorated in gold and silver for this wondrous occasion. If Loki didn’t dread all of this, for a moment, he thought it all looked beautiful. How ironic that the one time this place seemed majestic to him was the day that life reared itself ugly head up with a wicked grin?

Loki slowly made his way towards the Throne, glancing at Thor who offered a soft smile while Odin held a hardened expression.

“Glad to see you are here,” Odin comments quietly as Loki rolled his eyes.

That’s when Loki finally noticed the woman who had a veil covering her face. He watched as two women slowly peeled back to reveal her face, causing Loki’s eyes to widen for a moment.

She was… beautiful in every sense of the word.

Everything about her from her piercing yet playful eyes to the gorgeous shade that colored her lips. The gown she wore had been woven with the most beautiful patterns, that seemed to make her look like perfection in human form.

This couldn’t be the woman he was to marry for peace. He was unable to take his eyes off her and it seems she could not do the same. He stepped closer to her as Odin gestured to her with a smirk of delight at Loki’s reaction.

“Loki, I am pleased for you to meet (Y/N) of Bevollion. She is the daughter of Ares. She is the one who you are being wedded to.” He explains as Loki looked speechless by such a beautiful creature who stood before him.

For once, he did not wish for war, and if somehow this marriage didn’t work, he would be once again blamed for the consequences. It didn’t matter that he was forced into this marriage, it only mattered that he was stopping a war. His mind began to race with too many thought, too many actions, none of which would end well for anyone, more specifically him.

No, he would not fall for her, despite her beauty. She wasn’t of Asgardian descent and he refused mainly because he was still being forced into all of this. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the gentleness of her expression, looking lost, terrified even. It made him want to keep her safe and make sure nothing ever made her feel this way again.

He watched her every movement, studying her to see how she ticked and how she carried herself. He realized he was getting lost in her eyes, feeling his entire foundation crack beneath him.

That’s when Odin cleared his throat and stood up. Loki felt everything crashing down onto him, suddenly the warmth he once felt turned into ice within him. Despite her beauty, he didn’t want to marry her, he didn’t want this. He wanted to fight back, but Odin began the ceremony that would betroth (Y/N) and Loki together.

Loki felt a hot knife begin to shove its way down his throat, forcing him to swallow down the ache that was coating the back of his trachea. The ring he was handed felt cold and heavy in his hand as he took her hand into his own. He finally noticed the tears that there glittering in her eyes as she allowed the ring to be placed onto her finger and vice verse.

His ring felt even colder than his skin.

Their expressions of dismay mirrored each other, she didn’t want this as much as he did. He could see it in her eyes as she flickered her gaze from Odin to Loki for a moment before looking to the floor. Despite all of this, there was nothing either of them could do. They were wedded.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Odin smiles, “You may kiss her now.” He comments to Loki who felt bile rise in his throat.

There was nothing good about this situation for the two of them, they didn’t know anything about the other. They’ve never heard each others’ voices, nor did they know how the other would act. They just woke up and were forced into the marriage at the break of now with no will to fight back against this.

Their marriage was a treaty and nothing more.

He placed his hand onto her cheek, watching her eyes fluttered at the tender touch. Soon, he leaned forward, holding his breath as their lips brushed against each other. They both tense before kissing as they sealed their fate as one.

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to revise it, a lot of the story might stay the same, I haven’t decided just yet. But I hope you enjoy this nonetheless.