The Council
A/N: Finally a short fic. By short I mean less than 4K words. This could be read as a prequel of Filthy Little Books or it could be read as a solo fic. I plan on writing more moments between fiancee/wife reader and Loki so I hope you like it!
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: Fluffy fluff with hints of smut (Implied smut and mature themes, but nothing too explicit I think)
Words: 2,5K words.
Summary: You struggle in your training as princess to be and Loki is here to comfort you.
Loki walked the candle lit halls that led to his room feeling all kinds of emotions. Since your engagement was official you spend almost all day in meetings with his mother and the council of bitches. He smiled at the name you gave to the group of old noblewomen that were "assisting" in your crash course of protocol and etiquette. You came from a very small noble family and you grew up outside the royal court so this woman took very seriously your training as the future princess of Asgard.
The reason you called them "council of bitches" was because, more than helping, these meetings consisted of scolding you in your apparent lack of manners, your poor understanding of the importance of your new position and how lucky you were that someone as lowborn as you got to be with the God of Mischief. It didn't matter the topic, it always ended with the same not so veiled message: You weren't worthy enough.
