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"Are we bad children, Mother?"

That question had been asked for so long that Frigga practically had her response memorized. When her daughter first asked the question when she was a small child, Frigga was so surprised, she could barely respond, but know she knew all the other times before were just trial runs for this.

"Ran," she sighed, pulling her daughter's head into her bosom, raking her fingers through the long, dark locks that covered it. "You are my children. You and your brother both. My precious babies."

Standing on the edge of the shattered rainbow bridge, the answer didn't seem to matter. Loki was gone and Ran was left alone. Even in the days after, Frigga would still find her daughter standing by the edge of the bridge like a faithful dog waiting for its' master.

"Let us go back to the Palace, my child. Dinner is upon us."

"No, Mother." Ran pulled herself away from Frigga, rejecting the warm comfort of family or friends. "What if he returns?"

Frigga could never understand the depth of Ran and Loki's relationship. Since birth, the two were inseparable, well, since Ran's birth.

She could still recall the night Odin brought Loki into their chambers, wrapped doubly in cloths to keep his cries quiet.

"Look my dear," Odin whispered to her, "A healthy baby boy. Not much older than our Ran."

Frigga shook her head, doubtful of her husband. "Odin, nursemaids were present at the birth. Do not toy with my emotions like this. Our son is dead; only Ran survived." Odin shook his head. When he found the baby in Jotunheim, he thought for a brief moment of his perished son.

"This boy will do great things for this kingdom one day, Frigga." Odin laid the baby in her arms, pulling the cloth back to reveal his soft, white skin and dark hair. "He even looks like Ran."

The moment her eyes fell upon him, she knew that he was her son. Brushing her finger across his small cheek, she could feel the soft glow of innocence he gave off, the same glow her own son gave off moments before his death.

"Thor has a new baby brother and sister." she smiled. Rising from her bed, she made her way over to the small bassinet that held Ran's tiny form and placed the new baby beside her. At once, the baby positioned its' forehead to touch Ran's, nuzzling her and drifting deeper into sleep. "We have twins, Odin."

Her husband joined her at the crib's side, his arm around her waist. "That we do, Frigga."

"Ran… and Loki."

Ran walked down the marble corridor. A slight swoosh came from the skin of her gown as she strode briskly.. Excitement rose in her belly, bursting out onto her face with a large grin. Today was the day of her eldest brother's coronation as King of Asgard and she could not be more excited. She quickened her step as she turned the corner, only to be met by Loki.

"Odin's beard!" she yelled in surprise, her hand flying to her chest, trying to stop her heart from leaping out of it. A small chuckle came from her brother.

"Jumpy today, Ran?"

Her smile returned. "Today is Thor's coronation. I have an energy I cannot contain."

"I can see." A small smile gracing his thin lips. This is why he loved her so. Her childlike innocence was so charming to him that he could not resist it.

"I am not innocent." She pulled him out of his thoughts. He stared at her for a moment, her arms crossed with a small pout in her lips, then brought his finger up to her nose, tapping it.

"We must not meddle in other's minds, Ran. It is unsettling."

Loki brought his hand down to her cheek, brushing his thumb across her pale skin. "You look very beautiful today." His voice was like gravel. A small blush sprang up along the trail of his thumb. Closing her eyes, she leaned into his hand, his digit down, below her chin and bringing her face closer to his. She loved it when he did that.

"Guard your innocence closely, my love. Someone may try to steal it."

His breath grazed her pink lips. A small chuckle fell from her. "Oh really? Who might that be?"

She opened her eyes, locking her brown ones with his deep green. Something mischievous was hiding behind them; a dark shadow moved in his mind, but she could not see what it was.

As if she had stung him, Loki dropped his hand from her body, pulling away from her gaze and scowling.

"I said do not do that."

"What are you hiding?" she demanded softly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

"It is none of your concern, sister." Loki turned away from her, straightening his armor. "Stay away from the weapon's vault."

Ran growled in frustration. "There is nothing you can do that is hidden from me, brother!" she called after him, but he had already disappeared. She hated it when he did that.

The Grand Hall was filled to the brim with the citizens of Asgard and the royalty of other various places, just to see Thor's rise to king. Long, red tapestries hung from the ceiling, connecting with all of columns that wore red ribbon spinning all the way to the floor. On the golden staircase leading to the throne stood Loki and Ran, along with their mother and Lady Sif.

"Stop adjusting your gown in view of our guests." Loki's smooth voice grumbled in a whisper. Ran shot him a look as she pushed her bodice up once more. "You do not see Father or I behaving in such a way."

"Well," she scoffed, twisting her upper body into a comfortable position, "Your manhood is not being squeezed and pushed into the rest of your organs." If there was something more to hate than being in an uncomfortable gown, Ran did not know it. Although it was beautiful, light blue with golden silk lining, it was amazingly form-fitting. Her breasts were pushed together, threatening to spill over the top of bodice. Fandrall couldn't keep his eyes off of them, sending Loki's mind into very dark places that Ran tried to ignore.

Loki opened his mouth to retort, but was cut short by the sound of ruckus cheering.

"So it begins." She heard him mumble under his breath. Loki loved Thor, she knew, but the Thunder god's antics were more than he could take. Thor's showboating as he walked down the aisle to Odin intensified with every burst of joy from the crowd.

"This is going to be a long ceremony." She sighed, only loud enough for her and Loki to hear. A slight chuckle left him as he bent down, his lips close to her ear.

"Just wait."

Thor finally made it to the bottom of the golden steps, kneeling before his father, a cocky smile spread out on his lips as he winked to Frigga and Ran.

The loud metal clang from Odin's staff hitting the floor signaled the beginning of the ceremony. At once, all of the people shut up and turned their attention to the fading king.

"Thor Odinson, my heir, my first born." Odin's voice wavered with emotion only for a moment before returning to its authoritative tone. "So long entrusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir, that was forged in the heart of a dying star. Its power has no equal; as a weapon to destroy or a tool to build. Tis a fit companion for a king."

As Ran listened, a strange feeling washed over her. A darkness crept into the back of her mind that she longed would disappear. Turning her head to Loki, she saw him fidget and a look grew on his face. It was his look of mischief, like a bad little boy who was waiting for someone to sit on the tack he had placed on a chair.

Loki. She called to him inwardly. What have you done?

The absence of her father's voice made her snap to attention. She looked to him, the concern on her face matching his.

With two words, her blood ran cold. Her father's gruff voice, clear and unwavering.

"Frost giants."

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