Loki Laufeyson King

You were a mortal, chosen to be a gift for the new Asgardian king, the God of mischief and lies. You didn't want to, but the people around you, your family, who preffered you older brother anyway, gave you up like you were nothing to them just so they would be safe. You were a gift, an offering so that the god wouldn't try to rule Earth or harm other humans. So you were taken to Asgard. And now, you found yourself here in the palace, in a dimly lit room, in a tub full of water, being bathed by two maidens. They rubbed your skin with floral oils and massaged your skin. It felt nice but....they were all treating you like an object, not like a living being with a soul. You were treated like an object by everyone you met so far here. They didn't give any respect to you. Nothing. It honestly made you sad. The maidens pulled you forcefully out of the bath and onto your feet, immediately drying you. "She shall be dressed in white." One of the maidens said. "The king preffers black." The other silenced her. They clothed you, pulling you into a silky black dress, the fabric so delicate you almost couldnt feel it against your skin. You kept your sad eyes down. You definetly would never choose this dress yourself but you had no choice here. Soon enough, you were dragged into the huge throne room, where the festivities took place. It was the coronation after all. The guard dragged you towards the throne where he sat. The god. The new king. Loki. The guard immediately forced you onto your knees under the steps up to the throne. "My king, your gift from the mortals." The guard said, his grip on your shoulders almost hurting you.