Imagine you and Loki being tutored in the art of seiðr by Frigga. As you both get older, you both try to one-up each other in your talents, resulting in a relationship based on friendly competition. It eventually evolves into romance. One day, when you’re both teenagers, you’re both sitting in Frigga’s garden; the two of you have favored taking over practicing your seiðr. You are lost in thought looking at the beautiful roses. As you turn to look at Loki, he is gazing at you with such love in his eyes. He whispers, “You know that I love you, right?” You shake your head, blushing. Loki takes a deep breath before asking, “Darling, may I kiss you?” You reply in the affirmative. He leans in and softly kisses your lips. This was the first kiss either of you had ever had… and it was perfect.













