I had swooned over the heir of Vanaheim for years, ever since we were young. So when I inherited the Throne from Odin and Friggas passing I actually had the opportunity to make a political agreement with the King of Vanaheim by marrying his absolutely stunning now grown up child. I was ecstatic for their arrival, for our marriage. It has been official for weeks, yet they seem… Sad, sulking through the halls. And I cannot have my spouse so upset, but I understand. Being torn away from their home, their kingdom, and being married off to someone they don’t even know.

“My Love, chin up, hm?”

I reach out to them and I gently take hold of their chin and tilt their head up to look at me. I have a soft reassuring smile as we sit in each of our thrones looking out upon the large throne room.

“Come on, smile for your husband. I promise it won’t hurt to at least try to be happy.”

I whisper teasingly then I frown a little, I glance around seeing we are alone and I stand from my throne and I look down at them. Then I kneel in front of them and I gently hold either side of their face in my hands.

“What would make you happy? I’ll give anything to see you happy here in Asgard with me, my Love…”

I practically plea as I brush their hair out of their face and I put my other hand on their hands in their lap. Squeezing them gently, I can’t tear my gaze away from them.