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Asgard
The following day, when Loki woke up, his heart raced at the sight of his sleeping wife laying close to him. He couldn't believe he actually made her his. Hence with the brightest smile, he got up, used his magic to change and headed for the throne room, leaving a gift for the woman on his bed.
A few moments later, Nolahni stirred awake, missing the warmth of her husband's body. She rolled in the bed and her eyes caught a glimpse of a small box laying on the table near the bed. Leaning on her elbows to support her weight, she read the note that was besides it.
"For my love." The cursive handwriting she recognized as Loki's read. She narrowed her eyes. Loki was a trickster, she wouldn't be surprised if a snake would jump at her face the second she opened it. It happened before. She ended up sending Loragon after him to burn his ass at every occasion.
She reached to grab it and hesitantly opened it. She was shocked to see nothing jump on her, but even more shocked at the sight of the ring. It was a split shank golden ring with an emerald gemstone. She grazed the band's designs and wore it on her left hand's ring finger before sliding out of bed, changing and leaving the room.
She joined Loki in the throne room and bowed with a playful smile.
"My King, may I say, the throne suits you." She stood before the stairs that led to the throne.
"Why, thank you, my love." He smirked. "Is the ring to your liking?"
"Yes, I love it." She went up to stairs and leaned in to give him a soft short kiss. "Thank you."
She pulled away and turned around when she heard footsteps approaching. There they were, Sif and the Warriors Three, right hands on their chests and heads hanging low.
"Allfather, we must speak with you urgently--" Sif spoke but stopped short when she raised her head to see Loki.
The three men looked up too at Sif's sudden stop, and all seemed shocked and confused when they looked between the new king sitting on the throne and his wife by his side. Nolahni supposed they did not know of Odin's condition yet.
"My friends."
"Where's Odin?" Fandral asked as they approached the couple.
"Father has fallen into the Odinsleep. Mother fears he may never awaken again." His voice trembled slightly. Nolahni sent him a subtle frown, she recognized the fakeness of his premature grief.
"We would speak with her." Sif said.
"She has refused to leave my father's bedside. You can bring your urgent matter to me," he stood up and tapped Gungnir on the ground, and his voice hardened when he said the next words, "your King."
