Ransome

As Ariadne looked in the mirror this morning, tears prickled in her eyes. Her mother would have said she looked beautiful. Her mother would never have allowed this.
A pure, untouched Princess was a rare commodity. Hard to find, easy to profit from and oh yes, her own Father had profited from it. Peace with Odin. Peace with Asgard.
Loki was everything they said and more. If only she'd had a choice. Both of them. Hostages in your their way. Could there ever be true peace? She had no choice to but to find out.....