You froze as the spear scratched your cheek, and the cut began to bleed onto your (already ruined) clothes.

"Do not touch her!" Thor ordered, shoving you behind him with a well-meaning lack of gentleness. The guards immediately backed up and bow.

"What is the meaning of this!?" a deep voice roared.

You whipped around to see an old man with an eyepatch in front of his throne. He was glaring at you and Loki, and something about the utter power in his sole eye's gaze terrified you.

"Father!" Thor yelled back, and you realised that this was the King of Asgard, so you needed to show some respect. You kneeled and bow your head, and he did look less angry. "This is Y/N Y/L/N of Jotunheim."

Immediately, all the spears were pointed at you again, and the urge to roll your eyes was almost suffocating.

You stepped forward, hands raised. "I am no ally of the Jotuns. My mother was slain by Laufey, and I do not wish to associate with them."

This seemed to please the King and his evidently volatile nature, and he motioned for the spears to lower. "I am Odin, the Allfather, and King of Asgard. I see you have befriended my ... uh .... sons, Thor and Loki."

"Thor," you corrected, glaring at Loki, trying to ignore the pang when he seemed genuinely hurt. "Loki's kin is no ally of mine."

However, something about the look in his eyes was genuinely hurting you. It wasn't easy for you to ignore the struggles of someone who was so similar to you, and you desperately wanted to talk to him about your past, Laufey's son or no.

"Very well." Odin called forth a beautiful woman with a wave of his hand. "This is Queen Frigga. She will dress you presentably for Asgard."

You bowed to the Queen, who smiled and motioned that it was unnecessary.

"Thor, I must speak with you. And Loki ..." Odin's face hardened. "Take him to his cell."

"Cell?" you whipped around. You may have hated Loki, but after your childhood, you hated imprisonment even more. "But-"

"You will not question me!" Odin yelled, firing up quickly and suddenly. You shrank back, afraid, as Thor moved in front of you.

"Father, please," he whispered something, and Odin calmed.

"This way, Lady Y/N," Frigga pointed down a corridor and, straightening your bloodied t-shirt and jeans as much as possible you followed.

You reached a large pair of doors, which a pair of handmaidens swung open to reveal ... the galaxy's largest walk-in closet. Gowns, armour, crowns, shoes, everything was in here.

"Wow," you breathed. Frigga laughed. She looked you up and down, studying your s/c skin.

"Hmm. I'd say green is definitely your colour," she walked over to the section bursting with emerald fabrics, waving her hands casually to make the dresses fly out for inspection.

You sat awkwardly on one of the chairs in the corner of the room, trying to wipe some of the blood off your face. You turned as you heard Frigga gasp, and saw that she was quickly glancing between you and the dress.

"This one is perfect, go try it on!"

You did as she said, splashing water over your face to clean yourself off. When you came back to face her, she immediately brought you to a mirror.

The dress was stunning - with a full skirt and scooping bodice that wasn't too low, it perfectly complimented your figure. You felt even happier when Frigga brushed on some gold lipstick and eyeshadow, with perfect wings. The look was finished by a simple hairstyle that let your h/l hair look beautiful as ever.

"You look incredible," she complimented. You sensed she was glad to have a girl to dress up.

"I do," you said, surprised.

"We are presenting you, our honoured guest, to the whole kingdom," she announced, making you gasp. "Even to the ... the prisoners."

"Why the prisoners?" you frowned.

"Loki is still a prince of Asgard. So, if you are presented to the kingdom..."

"He has to be there," you finished. "Okay. That doesn't matter to me."

"You really don't care for him at all?" Frigga seemed sad, a shadow over her face that told you she still thought of him as her son.

You thought about it, conflict warring so deeply between you the only truthful answer you could give was "... I don't know."

The Queen led you out the door, gently asking you "Give him a chance, Y/N."

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