Song: Danny Elfman - Ice Dance.
Imagine; You and Loki are getting married, while the chaos erupts in the palace, he finds an old note you forgot about.
Your outfit:
•••'Your royal highness?' A sweet female voice makes you stir in your sleep.
The maid clears her throat. 'Uhm, excuse me... your royal highness?' She asks again and you startle awake.
'Ah she's up!' Frigga bursts through the doors.
You sigh as you look beside you. Of course he got out of bed much earlier than you. You groan when you think about all the things needed to be done before the big "I do" in the afternoon.
'No time to hesitate sweetheart we have a lot to do..'
'Oh I know...' you reply making Frigga shake her head with a smile.
At the other side of the castle, Loki is getting ready in your old bedroom. He didn't want anyone to help him, his regular attire is as difficult to put on as his wedding attire, so no help needed.
YOU ARE READING
Marvel imagines pt.4
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