An Unfairly Arranged Marriage

                                    

                                          
(Originally written 6/3/24 23:36 mon)
Kind of requested by @GracefulTales16. Thanks for encouraging me to post this, bbg, you're an absolute sweetheart☺️💕💕
(Please keep in mind I'm not a professional writer, and as everyone is their own greatest critic, I personally don't like this one all that much but I hope y'all at least enjoy it<3)
Loki x reader
Warnings: just fluff, really
Key note: M/n - mother's name
S/n - second name
Anything in bold - author's note
Summary: You're the middle child of three girls in your family. [okay, reminder that this is just something I randomly wrote bc i needed something to cope so it's not a perfectly set story. we're just gonna pretend you're family is good friends with Odin and Frigga and that you're from a smaller kingdom nearby or something like that...] Your parents have arranged two of the three of you to be betrothed to the two Odinsons. It would've been perfectly fine with you if your parents didn't see your younger sister as more mature than you, and, thus, better fit to be wed off first. But, for once, it didn't bother you all that much. That is, until you see that you're sister would be betrothed to Prince Loki...


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	Wide golden palace doors open to reveal a gleaming, majestic throne room.
	We slowly walk in, my parents at the front, my older sister following directly behind the two of them, and my younger sister and I right behind her.
	As we approach the steps leading up to the throne, the All-father, Odin, and Frigga, sit calmly on their golden thrones, their two sons flanking them on either side—Thor beside Odin's throne, and Loki beside Frigga's.
	"Welcome, my friend," Odin announces formally to my father, standing from his throne in a stiff gesture, before breaking into a hearty laugh and descending the steps to give my father a manly hug as they both begin conversing like lifelong friends.
	Frigga, doing similarly the same thing, gracefully embraces my mother, gently kissing her cheek, and my mother reciprocating the gesture.
	After the parents converse for many painfully long—bordering on awkward—minutes, Frigga finally turns to me and my sisters, announcing loud enough to interrupt the excitedly chattering fathers, "So, these are the beautiful women I've heard so much about!"
	All three of us smile politely, standing up straighter now that all attention has turned to us.
	"Yes, indeed," our mother agrees with a self-satisfied smile.
	"My, they are far more elegant than you said them to be, (M/n)," Frigga lightly and teasingly scolds my mother.
	She laughs lightly in response. "It really is quite difficult to fully describe their enchanting beauty through mere words, my dear Frigga."
	"Yes, I suppose that is true," Frigga agrees with a smile of amused agreement.
	"Now," Odin announces. "Who did we agree was best suited for Thor?"
	My father gestures to Celeste, "My oldest daughter, naturally, Celeste Evadne."
	"Thor," Odin says, turning to said Prince of Asgard. "Take Celeste on a walk through the gardens, won't you? Get acquainted with one another."
	"Certainly!" Thor, appearing very eager to do so, strides—maybe swaggers is the better word for it—over to Celeste, offering her his arm with a jovial smile and leading her off into the gardens.