The young queen. The story of Loki and Ophelia

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Loki awoke from his peaceful slumber, the soft, bluish light of the room gently illuminating the ethereal vision before him. He found himself enveloped in Ophelia's tender embrace, her slender form pressed closely against his.

As his gaze drifted over her delicate features, Loki couldn't help but be captivated by her otherworldly beauty. The thought, that she was his, made his heart beat faster and a smile appeared on his face. Ophelia's alabaster skin seemed to shimmer in the soft illumination, radiating an icy elegance that was uniquely Jotun. Her hair, as white as freshly fallen snow, cascaded in a silken waterfall around her, framing her face like a celestial halo.

Ophelia's face, the epitome of grace and refinement, held an otherworldly allure that left Loki breathless. Her high cheekbones and delicate jawline accentuated her regal presence, while her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of icy blue, sparkled with intelligence and warmth. Her lips, rosy against her pale skin, held the promise of countless sweet kisses.

Loki's heart swelled with love and admiration as he traced the contours of her face with his fingers, marvelling at the exquisite details that made her uniquely Ophelia. He couldn't help but feel fortunate to wake up to such a stunning sight each day.

Ophelia stirred in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly awakened. Her eyes, still drowsy with sleep, met Loki's, and a soft smile curved on her lips. In that moment, Loki realized that no words could ever capture the depth of his feelings for this remarkable queen who had stolen his heart.

With a tender kiss to her forehead, Loki whispered, "Good morning, my love," as they began a new day together, their hearts entwined in a love as enduring and beautiful as the frost-kissed world around them.

"Good morning, Loki" Ophelia responded and smiled at the man beside her.

"I can't believe I am a queen, I cant believe we are courting" Ophelia murmured, her lips gently brushing against Loki's as they shared a tender kiss. The realization of her new role weighed on her, and she sought solace in Loki's presence.

Loki caressed her cheek lovingly. "You don't have to face this burden alone, my queen," he reassured her. "I'll be by your side every step of the way, guiding you through the challenges of ruling."

Ophelia's fingers traced absent patterns on Loki's chest as she confided, "You know, I tried almost everything to change my mother's mind. I didn't want to rule. It's so frightening, the weight of responsibility."

Loki's eyes filled with understanding as he said, "You're not alone in your fears, my love. We'll face this together, and I promise you'll grow into a wise and compassionate ruler."

Ophelia sighed softly and shifted, reclining on the bed with her head resting on Loki's lap. She gazed up at him, her icy blue eyes holding a hint of sadness. "I would have preferred it if you could rule with me," she admitted, her voice filled with longing.

Loki brushed his fingers through her white hair and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Perhaps one day, my queen. For now, let us cherish the moments we have together, ruling both our hearts with love."

They remained like that, entwined in each other's arms, finding strength and solace in their shared love and the promise of a brighter future for Jotunheim.

The intimate serenity of the morning was abruptly shattered by an unexpected intrusion. The sound of insistent knocking echoed through the chamber, startling both Ophelia and Loki from their cocoon of affection.

Ophelia sighed, reluctantly detangling herself from Loki's embrace. "Who could it be at this hour?" she wondered aloud, pulling the covers up modestly.

Before they could respond, the door flew open with surprising force, and a young servant boy stumbled into the room. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of his queen and Asgard's prince nestled together on the bed, their expressions caught somewhere between surprise and embarrassment.