It was a grand celebration in the palace, as it literally took up the throne room, the dining hall, the corridor, and even the garden. After several days of preparation, and a few hours of making sure the princess was ready, the arrival of many guests - a majority of them, having to be nobles, and a few others of importance. Thor had to don the shiniest attire, fit for a king; fit for one, standing at the top of the realm hierarchy, although some would have to debate that his daughter was perhaps the one who radiated the most, for the event. 

Aside from looking after his wife and child, the king made it his all-turned duty to make sure the son of Laufey was doing his job. He was to be used, as an example, ever since the war between them and the Frost Giants ended, many years ago; to make sure their adversaries witness one of their many fates, if they choose to declare war with the Asgardian kingdom. However, Loki's case was different. Having to be the prince of a fallen, "untrustworthy" race (as it was believed), the raven-haired man represented his kind, as a whole. 

Some people don't know this, especially since Loki was clever enough to cover up his true appearance with magic, and this very desperate act only made Thor's resentment of him, increase, which adds a whole new layer of control and discipline. Some measures had to be taken - even if he had to diminish his hope, and break his very spirit. He kept his eye on him, the entire time, makin sure that his glares were discreet enough, to avoid suspicion and concern. 

Next to him, the queen took a sip of the drink from her chalice, and immediately felt a burning in her throat, several seconds afterwards. That was when her breathing started to become more shallow, to the point where the dark-haired began to cough and choke for air. Thor immediately cut his gaze from the Jotun, and put all of his attention to her, concerned, and with growing fear.