The young queen. The story of Loki and Ophelia

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As Loki stirred awake with the first rays of the morning sun, he was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Beside him lay Ophelia, the girl he had come to love, her beauty taking his breath away. Her slumbering form exuded an ethereal grace, with snow-white hair cascading over her shoulders and her lips slightly parted in serene repose. She slept soundly, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath, as if she were the embodiment of tranquillity.

Loki couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as he observed her. Her confession of love the night before had touched him deeply, and seeing her beside him now, bathed in the soft morning light, filled him with a sense of awe and wonder. He marvelled at the serenity of the moment, cherishing the memory of their shared night and the profound connection they had forged.

Gently, Loki reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from Ophelia's face, his heart overflowing with affection for the remarkable woman who had entered his life. In that peaceful moment, he couldn't help but think that perhaps, against all odds, they had found something truly special and enduring in each other's arms.

Watching Ophelia, his beloved angel, sleep so peacefully by his side, Loki made a resolute decision. Today, he would seek an audience with Queen Frigga and formally request permission to court her.

His heart was filled with determination, knowing that their love was worth pursuing openly, even in the face of potential challenges.

As he contemplated his plan, Loki was interrupted by a gentle shift in Ophelia's sleep. Her head had moved, now resting on his chest. His heart skipped a beat as he felt her warm breath against his skin. It was a tender and intimate moment, and he couldn't help but smile, cherishing the closeness they shared even in slumber.

Loki felt warmth enveloping his body as Ophelia, still in peaceful slumber, gently traced her delicate hand over his chest. Oh, how he yearned to express his love for her more intimately, but their relationship was still in its early stages for such expressions of affection.

With renewed conviction, Loki vowed to make their love known to the world, starting with his conversation with Queen Frigga. He knew there would be obstacles to overcome, but he was willing to face them for the chance to be with the woman who had captured his heart.

As the sun's rays gently caressed her face, Ophelia stirred, scrunching her nose in response to the morning light. Her long lashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze met Loki's, and a soft, affectionate smile graced her lips.

"Good morning, my king," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness.

Loki's heart swelled with love as he looked at her. He leaned in and kissed her softly, savouring the sweetness of the moment. "Good morning, my queen," he responded, his voice equally tender. In that intimate exchange, their love was reaffirmed, and they embraced the new day with a shared sense of devotion and hope for their future together.

They lingered in bed for a brief, precious moment, wrapped in each other's arms, revelling in the warmth and closeness they shared. However, the responsibilities of the day beckoned, and Loki eventually broke the silence.

"I would prefer to stay with you," Loki began, his voice tinged with regret, "but I have to meet with my mother." He sighed and reluctantly rose from the bed.

Ophelia followed suit, gracefully standing with her long silk nightgown flowing around her. It was a garment Loki had given her the previous night, a symbol of their deepening connection they now shared.

Though they had to part for the time being, the love they had confessed and the moments they had shared lingered in the air, promising a future filled with hope and possibility. As they prepared to face the day ahead, they knew that whatever challenges lay in their path, their love would be a source of strength and determination.