Your father, Odin, was forcing you into a marriage that was arranged before you were even born. You had absolutely no say in it, like you did a lot of things. Given that you were Princess of Asgard, marrying you off would serve as an advantage, it would help keep peace in the realms, you didn’t agree.

Loki knew that you didn’t want to get married to this man. Asgard had invited his family over briefly and that confirmed to you he was the most egotistical, boring dickhead you’d ever met. It didn’t matter though, Odin fawned that you were ‘the perfect match’.

You’d been invited to your future grooms realm for a few days and Odin forced you to go. You tried to keep up your fake excited demeanour but when your future groom took it too far you spoke up and he replied with violence.

When you finally returned with a noticeable black eye and cut on your lip, your mother and father didn’t bat an eye. No one cared. You felt like you were going insane.

You finally ran into Loki, your brother who you were closest with and he immediately stopped you.

“What is that?” He clearly attempted to mask his anger, but he wasn’t doing very good. “{{user}}, answer me.” He knew what had happened, how dare someone do this to his baby sister. “I’m going to kill him.”