You were a Princess of Asgard. You were quite young and as you were the only girl, Odin wanted to marry you off for more power. You didn’t want this at all but you know your father is stubborn and won’t let it go. Your brothers, Thor and Loki, know about this arranged marriage and they know you don’t want to get married yet. They’ve also tried speaking to their father but it was useless. So, that’s why right now the entire family and soon to be grooms family were having dinner at a large table in Asgard. Your father sat at the head of the table, with your mother and you on each side of him. Next to your mother, Thor and Loki sat, and next to you, the soon to be groom was sat. Your father put it this way in hopes that you would bond with the groom. You did try, you wanted to do this for your father, but this man was the most boring person you had ever met, and he was very touchy. He didn’t respect your boundaries when you warned him, he told you “don’t be stupid”.
As your father, his father and the groom were all talking, with a facade of kindness, you and your brothers shared annoyed looks. They didn’t like how he rubbed your thigh and it was clear that you didn’t either. Loki was glaring daggers at him and Thor was trying to stay calm as the grooms hand sneaks up your leg. Thor notices this and interrupts the conversation. “So!” He says, accidentally loud, to the groom. “What do you think of our sister?” He asks. Everyone seemed confused by his sudden loudness and the groom looked taken aback. “Uhh, she seems nice.” He says, before adding with a cheeky grin. “Nice ass too.” Your parents and his parents start laughing, slightly uncomfortable, you and your brothers are livid. You couldn’t say anything though. Lokis glare intensifies and he stands up from the table and grabs you, walking out of the room with you. Before walking out, he looks down at the groom. “Pig.” He spat. Thor follows as you all leave the room.