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You stand in front of your golden chair, watching the new happy couple kiss each other by the altar. You notice everyone else is clapping for the couple and you begin to clap as animatedly as you can fake. You detest going to weddings and have for as long as you can remember.
Weddings are incredibly dreadful because not only is everyone sappy and drunk but every wedding you attend is a painful reminder that your own very special day that is approaching faster than you would like. There is no date set for your dreaded wedding, but the contract says that you need to be married by the time you turn 25, which is now less then two years away.
There's a contract for your impending marriage because you didn't chose to be married, you were promised to be married from a young age. An arranged marriage.
You didn't hate the idea behind arranged marriages, it would just work a little better if you were asked before being set up. However, you didn't have a choice. Your family was in a tough spot when you were pretty young and in exchange for help and a prospering future, your family promised your hand in marriage.
It's a little unfair to promise someone that young to another person without letting them have any say. You hadn't even been on any dates or anything yet. You never had a chance to properly pick someone to spend your life with. But you get that your family was in trouble and had to do what was best for all of you.
You just wish you had a little input or something. Instead, you are stuck in the front row of every horrible wedding, facing your future husband and hating life more and more by the minute.
Perhaps you despise all the weddings because they remind you of the wedding that you will eventually have to the next in line for the throne, Thor Odison.
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You sat in the great hall as you always did during feast, alone and in a corner watching the sunset before you could sneak out.
Ever since your family promised your hand in marriage to the royal family’s oldest son you'd known nothing but comfort. This was wonderful, however, part of your life was missing, love.
You'd lived with your parents until age 20, helping them out and enjoying life. However, when you turned 20, the royal family requested that you come live in the palace to get to know Thor better and get used to living there. This would be a nice gesture if Thor had any interest in getting to know you. Instead, you spent your days in the garden, the library or just holed up in your room. You were friendly with the servants and Queen Frigga was very kind to you, yet you had no real friends. Thor had a close knit group of friends and you did not have anything in common with them, so it was less awkward if you just didn't spend time with them.
Truthfully, you had nothing in common with Thor in the slightest either. He was a nice enough guy, when he talked to you and he would occasionally invite you places with his friends, you just always said no. You didn't enjoy training for battle or drinking until the room went dark.
Your nuptials seemed to creep up on you your entire life which scared you. The entire idea of marriage scared you honesty, being with one person for so long. Being stuck and legally obligated to them. And if marriage wasn’t scary enough, you’d have to be queen at some point. You didn’t mind the spotlight and functions, but at some point it turned exhausting.
You would be a perpetually exhausted queen, putting up with Thor for eternity. It would be like having a golden retriever puppy. An exhausting, loud golden retriever puppy. Bouncy, social and lover of the spotlight. When he told a story, he expected that every single person listen as he sloshed his beer around and talked with his hands. This is an example of one of the things you did not have in common. Not only did you not have any stories, but if you did, you wouldn’t demand the attention of complete strangers to tell them about your adventures.
But no matter how much the concept scared and frustrated you, you were obligated by your family and by Asgard, to marry Thor. And you were not going to break that promise and risk exile for you or your family. You had no other prospects or anything anyways so you had no reason not to go through with it.
You were also raised to honor and respect the throne and the royal family around it, which meant sticking it out and eventually marrying Thor. No matter how much Thor disinterested you, you would try to like him and eventually love him. That’s why you were at functions like this wedding reception, putting up the front of a caring eventual queen and watching the happy couple dance from a far, wishing you would one day have what they have.
You continued to watch the couple dance and tried to force a smile for them. Just because you weren’t thrilled about your engagement didn’t mean all people felt that way.