Bride of mischief (LokixReader fanfic) - Prolouge

  Your parents weren't the people who could call you from bed at 3 a.m. Except for this case. You had just cuddled in your big, cozy bed when you mother had shouted your name and said that you have to come downstairs immidently. You had been very scared because you had just broken one of the most important rules in your house - to be home before midnight. But you just couldn't help it. Your best friend was having a too good party to miss and you had stayed too long. But right after that you had rushed home, almost breaking one of your (f/c) shoe's heels. And you were going to tell that to your parents if they would ask you that.
"But if they would ask me something else?" you thought, biting your lip. But then you just forgot of that thought because mom shouted your name again.
"I am coming!" you yelled and ran downstairs where you saw your mom and dad sitting on their favorite green couch. They looked very upset.
"What's happening?" you asked suspiciously looking at your parents.
"_____," your dad said in a very serious tone, that almost made you laugh. But you chuckled only a bit and asked:
"What, father?"
"Have we ever told you of a place called Asgard?" your mother got up from the couch and stood right next to you.
"That Asgard where Thor, the guy from "Avengers", lived?" you asked. Mother nodded.
"You see, we have friends there," dad wanted to continue when a pile of your laughs stopped him.
"You...have friends there...?" you were clearly shocked. "Since when?"
"I'll tell you in a moment," your mom was pretty angry. "Anyhow, back to the case. So, we've got friends there. Very powerful friends. We are especially in bond with the royal family. Odin, the Allfather, queen and their two sons - Thor and Loki."
"Hold on a second!" you stopped your mom from talking, willing to ask a question. "So, how does it come that you and the royal family of Asgard are friends? Since, when?"
"____, don't interrupt your mother!" your father hissed. You just rolled your eyes and continued to listen to your mother.
"So, how did we become close friends? When you were about six, me and your father were walking down the street when we saw this helpless man. We offered him a place to stay..."
"Wait," you interrupted your mother again, "how does it come that I don't know about this?"
"You were at your grandma's house, _____," your mother explained, getting tired of all the questions you were asking her like a little child. "I hope it's the last time you interrupt me."
"So, we offered the man a place to stay. We started to bond to him closer and closer. One day your father was walking out in a thunderstorm and got hit by lightning. He would've died but the strange man healed him and as we found out, he was Odin, the Allfather. We asked him how should we repay. We didn't know how but when Odin saw pictures of you, he thought that you'd look great with his youngest son, Loki. He offered us a deal: he would count our repay as your marriage with Loki. When you turn eighteen you must marry Loki. Your 18th birthday is in two weeks, _____," mom finished her story. You stared at her for a while but then when you finally figured out what had happened, you started to shout.
"Mom, are you NUTS?! Loki's the god of mischief, he's the guy who tried to destroy Earth a few months ago!!!" you were so pissed off that the words out of your mouth came only like shouting. "How does it come that you and dad had been decided that I have to marry a guy who is a killer??? I am not a doll with strings, you can't decide how I shall live!!!!" tears streamed down your face along with your screams. "WHAT THE FUCK, MOM?"
 Your dad tried to calm you down while your mom was saying soft words to you. But you didn't care. You had been broken inside. Your parents had always said that everyone has their own choice in life. But where was yours, then? Why had your 'true love of the life' already been found by your parents and a crazy guy, Odin? You cried as hard as you could, and you could almost feel the salt from the tears burning your cheeks.
"____, don't be angry at us," through total hysteria you heard your mother's words, "we couldn't refuse a God."
"Well," you reached for a deep breath and when finally caught it, continued, "maybe that time had to be an exception," you looked in your mother's eyes and bit in your dad's (who was still holding you) finger. Then you ran upstairs and locked yourself into your room.
 No matter how hard your parents tried to get in, they couldn't, because you had blocked the door with your furniture, sitting on your bed and crying your (e/c) eyes out.
 But you couldn't imagine that there was someone who felt exactly the same way.