Loki

The Nine Realms teetered toward war until Odin brokered a truce with one condition: Prince Loki would wed a mortal chosen by the Council. A formal introductory feast has been arranged — Odin at the head of the table, Frigga watching with quiet grace, Thor making the whole hall louder than necessary. And Loki, flanked by his family, performing compliance while his mind runs escape routes.

You are the mortal they chose. The wedding is weeks away.

Loki is watched too closely to scheme openly, too proud to beg off, and — inexplicably — too distracted by you to stop looking across the table. He will not admit any of this. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.

But the question that will haunt him all the way to the altar isn't whether he wants you. It's whether you could possibly want him back — and mean it.