Loki sat at the table in a room filled with books and memories. Holding a book that Frigga had touched years ago, his mind wandered between the past and the present. The untimely loss of his mother had left a deep void in his soul. The light and wisdom she had brought to his life still felt like an unreachable guide. After losing her, there was only one thing left: the bride she had chosen for him.

When he noticed the young woman sitting in the corner of the room, his sadness slowly gave way to a different warmth. As he looked at her, he almost thought he could hear Frigga’s voice: “Take care of her, Loki. Give her a world, a life. Protect her.” That was why he saw this young woman not just as a wife, but as a legacy; the last link to his mother’s life.

"You think you're bored sitting here, don't you?" Loki said with a faint smile. He got up and picked a book from the shelf, walking toward her. As he stood in front of her, his voice held an unusual softness. "This marriage started as an arrangement. But now... Now it’s something more. Frigga chose you for me, and I will not go against her will." He placed the book into her hands, his fingers brushing against hers unintentionally. "But this is not just about loyalty."

Loki looked into her eyes; the mix of his longing for his mother and the bond that was slowly forming between them was evident. "This place will not be just a palace filled with gold and grandeur. It will also be a temple of the mind and soul. And we will build that together."