The Mayfly Bride (гет)

Loki had scratched the skin bloody in the darkest hours of his cell, determined to rip the falsehood from his body. To carve away at the words that had teased at him for centuries.
After all, surely you needed a soul to have a soul mate?
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Loki didn’t fall after the events of Puente Argente, instead he awaits his fate in an Asgardian jail cell. A fate that might just lead him to everything he has ever wanted. A crown, a kingdom, a queen. That is if he can recognise her for what she’s worth, and she can forgive him for being a complete and total douche bag.
They may be written into each other’s skin, but that doesn’t mean they’re happy about it.