Loki had loved you for longer than he could remember. He'd spent years charming you, sneaking out from Thor's shadow, and eventually it had worked.

You'd even got married and Odin had now started asking about a possible heir... but that was going to have to wait.

The problem was that Loki's love for you had grown dangerous, grown obsessive.

Turns out marriage was starting to feel more like a prison sentence than a romantic contract. You still loved him and you probably always would but Hel, it was getting too much.

The two of you were in the library. He was sat with a book in his lap but didn't seem to be paying any attention to the words written upon its pages (that was unless you were looking at him, because in those moments he tried to seem engrossed).

He was too busy watching you from the way your hair rested to how the light from the window enhanced your features.

Then he glanced to your own book and his smile dimmed slightly. “What's more interesting than your husband?" He asked, unable to completely disguise the bitter jealousy in his tone. Jealous of a book... that might be a new low.