What I deserve

                                    

                                          
Loki quickly yanked on Magritte's wrist and pulled her towards the patio that led to the garden via a short flight of steps. Her anxious father, worried for his daughters safety, hurriedly ran after them, failing miserably to keep up due to his overly large belly.
Struggling against Loki's strong pull, Magritte yelled in defiance, "You're gripping me too tightly; stop. I do not wish to go to the gardens with you, frost scum."
The unexpected nature of her words caused Loki to pause abruptly. His initial shocked expression gradually transformed into anger as he turned to face her and closed the gap. As she realised her slip of the tongue, she swallowed nervously.
She flinched at the sudden movement of his hand. However, she glanced at him in confusion when he merely cupped her face with a delicate hand.
"Offering me pet names already? You are the epitome of a devoted bride." He spoke softly, "But I'm not sure what to call you?" Loki mused as though in deep thought, and she began to squirm in his grip.
A eureka moment sprang into his mind when he felt her writhe in protest. He smiled, "You're so wriggly; I think my chosen pet name for you is rather fitting, what do you think, Maggot?"
Clearly offended, Magritte's nostrils flared with rage. But Loki turned, masking his devilish grin, and pulled harder on her hand, dragging her into the entrance of the garden maze.
"Let me go! I don't want to go inside with you!"
"Oh, but we must; courting is essential before we say our vows." Loki mocked. "And what better way to spend time together than navigating through the twists and turns of Asgard's most famous hedge maze. Make it to the middle, and I may just allow you a kiss." He smirked.
Her panic at hearing his proclamation prompted a sudden cry for help to her father. But all that was heard in response to her pleas was the faint sound of Lord Sweely in the distance, wheezing and out of breath as he fumbled through the maze.
Magritte's feet kicked up dirt as Loki continued to drag her rapidly through the twisty turns of the tall hedges, her exaggerated dress discolouring at the hem, adding fuel to her ever-increasing rage.
"I need a break! I need water! This heat is sweltering." She yanked her arm from Loki's tight hold.
"I am a frost giant with an aversion to heat, yet I'm rather enjoying the warm weather. It seems odd how you are crumbling beneath the sun's rays." He quizzed her, grinning as she panted. "Perhaps if you remove the copious layers of powder from your face, your skin would actually be able to breathe, and your body could regulate your internal heat."
"This make-up is expensive; I should rather overheat than remove it!" She snapped.
"Merely a suggestion, Maggy; no need to get your girdle in a twist."
She angrily straightened up. "How dare you boldly assume that I wear such a garment, I have no need for a girdle; I am naturally small and shapely!"
Loki arched a brow and stared at her figure. "Oh, I see.You must be one of the rare individuals born with ribs that are abnormally shaped. It has nothing to do with the fact that you've probably been wearing a corset that's so restrictive that it's stunted your rib cage as you grew. And all the pain that came with it, for what purpose, beauty?"
"What is a little pain when the end result is a Goddess-like body? A thing of beauty brings respect, and my very image will raise your position within the realms. You should be grateful for my willingness to marry you. No other woman would ever want to associate herself with a Frost King from a subspecies race—"
"Then why are you?" Loki hissed.
She smirked, "The riches, the royal life, the parties, and the balls. Simply put, I will have the complete freedom to do as I wish without worrying about my beauty diminishing and being replaced by a younger model. Because, let's face it, who would want you?"