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Zoe's eyes light up, she did so love to see him fall apart just for her, and this was just from teasing and toying with each other. She leans up, pushing him back against the pillows gently so that she can straddle one leg, biting her lip as she presses down on his thigh

"I won't end you darling, no I'll make sure to let you rest and relax as much as you need between our fun together.." she whispers softly, kissing his jaw and down his neck slowly, painfully slow even for her because all she could think of was how much she wanted him.

"Can't let you die so soon after we've found each other...it would just be cruel," she giggles against his skin. Without the chill, she could just focus on the runes that covered his body, her fingers tracing absently as she kisses his shoulder

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe sits up a little bit to let him take it off her and watches his reaction with a flushed smile, "I asked the seamstress to make it when she made my wedding dress. Asked her to find a shade as near the same color as your skin as she could, and since you saw her after me, I'm guessing she was able to color match you at that time," she explains softly, shivering a little when he tugs it. Not from the cold, it was half nerves and half anticipation.

"Do you like them? She...she's making me a whole trunkful of things that i'm meant to take on our honeymoon..I'm not sure what all it's supposed to be since I've never worn things like this before but I..I do like wearing it.." she admits, tilting her head as she watches his reactions

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe moans softly just as her tongue presses against his, gasping when he turns them and presses her back against the bed. She can't help that she parts her legs, welcoming him close and she feels how hard he is. She gasps, only deepening their kiss and her hand thread through his hair, holding him close as her other hand runs down his back, resting at the hem of his pants.

The potion was taking affect now, she could barely feel any temperature and it meant she could indulge completely. She pulls away only because she needs to breath, pressing their foreheads together, "Y..you can take off my slip if..if you wanted to?" she offers softly. The simple lace lingerie she wore was the exact shade of his skin, she was actually excited for him to see it.

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe picks up on the way his body falters as she teases him and her need only gets worse. She gasps when his hand slides across her bare skin, his hand cold in the best way and it makes her arch her back into him.

"Loki.." she whines softly, pressing up into his hand even as she mover her hand to his jaw, gently guiding his face up so that she can kiss him properly. She isn't shy, kissing him desperately now that he'd started to tease her, needing him in a way she didn't know how to quench. Her skin was prickled with goosebumps but she didn't feel cold, it felt like she was on fire and she couldn't get enough

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander blushes, giving him a soft kiss to the cheek before he can lose his nerve, it made him more than happy to finally be able to share such soft affection "I was a little startled but I heard you in the bathroom so I knew where you went," he shrugs, smiling faintly as Silas wraps his arms around him. He leans back lightly, content to stand here with him.

"Yes..yeah I was looking at the gardens, they're beautiful, everything is blooming, and there were some..some bunnies playing," he explains softly, "And it was just...it feels so peaceful here"

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander had been focused on watching a few bunnies hopping around in the gardens, it looked so beautiful outside and he wonders if they could go down to the gardens sometime.

He is a little startled as he hears Silas, but turns with a happy smile as he hears the prince "Good morning, Highness," he says with a faint smile, "Thank you for letting me join you last night, it...it really helped me sleep better"

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander had never been left to sleep as much as he wanted, so it's another hour or so before he stirs. He sits up in bed alone, looking around for a moment before hearing Silas in the bathroom.

He smiles fondly before getting out of bed, going to look out the window across the horizon as he waited, figuring that he didn't want to burst in while he was in the bathroom so he would wait until he was done.

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander was so stunned by the kiss he doesn't even realize that Silas is tugging him to lay down until he's cuddled up against him, the prince at his back

"A busy day?" he asks sleepily, curling up small and just melting into the warmth of his arms and the bed they shared. He isn't even awake long enough to hear the answer, dozing off the second he closed his eyes

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander is startled by the fact that he obliged, once again he had thought it might have been presuming to ask for such a thing.

His lips were on his before he can react, soft and firm, and Zander takes a moment to react but his hand slides to Silas' neck while the other moves to hold him loosely. His eyes drift closed as their lips press together so perfectly, Zander couldn't believe how right it felt.

He looks surprised when Silas pulls away, his eyes opening slowly and looking at him with a slightly dazed look, "I...that was..good, so good, I.." he tries to get his words straight, "is it always like that?"

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander is quiet for a moment, "We can stay here, if that's alright, I don't care which bed we're in but we're already so comfortable here it feels a sin to try and move," he murmurs softly, staying close and clearly not wanting to think of moving again now that they were in the blankets and Silas was soothing him so compeltely.

"Can I ask for something else that...was never given to me before? I've..no one has ever kissed me before," he admits, looking up at Silas hopefully

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander melts when he feels the way Silas played with his hair. That was already becoming one of his favorite things, it instantly soothed him in a way he wasn't used to.

He blushes a little when Silas says that it was okay to need him, and something about that made Zander's heart thump harder than before. He nods faintly, just before Silas makes him raise his head and the soft kiss makes him smile softly.

"You're very sweet to me, you know that highness?" he asks with a more teasing smile, one hand coming to take his wrist so he can gently kiss his fingers again, "makes it hard not to feel weak-kneed around you"

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zander climbs into his bed, flushing but not letting his nerves stop him. He rests his head against Silas' shoulder and its clear he breathes a bit easier as the prince holds him close.

"I..I just didn't want to be alone. I'm used to the nightmares, honestly it..I'm still getting used to the fact that my life is no longer the nightmare.." he admits softly, wrapping his own arms around Silas and holding him close, "I'm sorry to wake you.."

Saved

Zander is silent as he is dragged into the room and onto the small stage, unlike the younger slaves who whimper at every tug of the chain that pulled at their collar. He is silent, his head bowed, partially due to the weight of the metal collar around his neck but mostly due to trained submissiveness. He was in a pair of tattered pants with no shirt, and his tattoo was on display on his side, it was the shape of a bird rising. Ironic considering his forced servitude. There was a scar running through it but the tattoo wasn’t faded; unlike his spirit.

He had lost count of how many times she’s been through this, he had been sold to this group recently by his last master and they had cleaned him up enough for today, but there was no hiding the massive, ugly scar on his side, and it showed in the bids. Most slaves sold at auction went for thousands of dollars, but the bids right now didn’t seem like they were going above $500. No one paid good money for a damaged man.

@roanokesilas

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe can’t help but gasp, her hands holding his shoulders tightly as he maneuvered her, gods it was as if he was reading her mind and she feels herself growing more eager as she settled into his lap. The pants he wore were pretty thing, it wasn’t hard to feel him against her as she straddles him and her eyes widen but before she could even think twice about it, his lips press against her neck. She bites her lips, trying to silence the surprised whimper that it causes even as she pressed her body closer to his. The potion was slowly taking effect and the chill of his lips was still distinguishable, which only made her that much more eager.

Her hands slide up, threading through his jet-black hair, and it was all she could do not to touch his horns too much, even if her fingers did brush against the base of one, ghosting over just to tease him. Her head tips back, giving him more room to kiss her, just wanting to lose herself in the feeling of his lips on her.

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe flushes, she had nearly forgotten about it, “I..yes..yes you’re right, I can do that,” she mumbles, loathed to pull too far from him so without moving from her spot between his legs, she reaches to the bedside table for the vial. She pops the cork and without thinking twice, drinks the whole vial. It wasn’t very large, barely a mouthful, and she sets the vial down again so she can turn back to him, “What was that you were saying about getting carried away?” she asks teasingly, her fingers dragging lightly down over his chest to his sides, eyes daring him, wanting to see what he would do. Did he want her to take the lead? Technically she did know how things worked, but she figured he at least had the knowledge too, even if not the experience? She wasn’t sure so she was curious to know what he would do.

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe smiles, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, “Then they won’t be an issue tonight, not on our wedding night,” she breathes softly, melting against him and even if he was cold, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She pulls away only after a long minute, flushed but eager, trying not to lose her senses in him even if it was nearly impossible. The way he held her, how he flooded her senses was starting to become quite intoxicating, even more than the wine she drank at the feast.

“I want you Loki, for the first time I want a man this way and I’m.I’m so glad it’s you,” she murmurs softly, ignoring the blush on her cheeks and just pressing close to him, half tempted to just…settle in his lap. But she doesn’t, she worries that it would be a rush, that it would be unwelcome.

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe relaxes when he seemed to clam down, stroking a hand down his bare chest and smiling weakly as the chill of his skin sends a delightful shiver up her arm.

“I love you too Loki, I..I know I told you about what I went through but..but that’s because it could affect us intimately. Even if Thor’s reaction hadn’t needed to be explained it could have still affected us. What if I have a flashback, or panic suddenly because of my memories? I wouldn’t want you to think for one second you had done anything wrong, and so I had always wanted you to know before we were intimate, not just to explain my scars but to also avoid any misunderstandings later because if I do panic, I won’t have the presence of mind to explain in the moment,” she explains softly, slowly wrapping her arms around his shoulders loosely, her fingers stroking through his hair soothingly

“Are they sensitive? Do you want to wait to talk about it? I won’t mind if you need to wait, as long…can you promise me that…that if they do bother you or if something is wrong, will you tell me?”

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

@broken-ice-puppets

[lonelyxoutcasts]

Zoe is quiet but when he starts to panic, she steps forwards, right between his legs as he sat on the bed and resting a hand on his cheek before pressing her forehead to his again, as he had just a little while ago.

“It’s alright..my love its alright, please, don’t…don’t be afraid, I..” she tries to get him to look at her, into her eyes so that he might see that the only thing in her eyes was care for him, even if it was concerned care, she didn’t want him to think she felt any differently for him now or that she was upset.

“It’s alright if you aren’t ready to talk about it..” she whispers, her voice soft and trying to soothe him, “I just…I’m sorry to know you’ve been hurt like that, the same way you will probably feel to see the scars on me,” she reasons, wanting him to know there was no judgement.

Necessary Alliance

“But Thor I don’t understand why..” Zoe’s voice is calm but clearly irritated, and she couldn’t stop fidgeting in her formalwear.

Thor cuts her off, “Zoe I don’t think we need to understand, Father never explained his decision to me. If I had to guess I think at the very least it’s to help build an alliance with Jotunheim,” he says firmly as they walk to the throne room.

Zoe scowls, “I’m not some pawn in father’s plans for peace with the realms, he should at the very least tell us what he’s planning. How do we know he isn’t some brute?”

Thor shakes his head, “regardless of father’s plans, I wouldn’t let him hurt you. I failed to protect you once, sister, I won’t do it again”

Zoe is silent as they finally walk into the throne room, she was grateful for her brother’s protection and he had taught her how to protect herself too. She just hated being forced into this, she wasn’t even given a chance to meet her betrothed until now, just days before the wedding. As she approaches the throne, her eyes are drawn to the group of Jotuns that were already there off to the side. Which was to be her husband? Her eyes are drawn immediately to a smaller one, still taller than her but shorter than the other giants. She can’t deny that he was handsome, her breath caught in her throat for just a moment, though she hides it well.

She doesn’t stare though, looking up to Odin at the throne as she curtsies, “Father,” she greets, bowing her head.

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