Hey guys, EllieMayy here. I've written three stories for the Band of Brothers/ The Pacific- but I've never ventured into this category before. I'm so excited to begin writing this story, and I'm a little nervous too. I'm new to the thor marvel universe and I haven't read the comics. So this story takes place before the avengers, before Thor Dark world, maybe even before loki gets in too deep in the first Thor. This isn't going to be some huge epic, just a simple love story I came up with the other day. Anyways, please leave a review/comment if you have any suggestions/praise/feedback/ Hope you all find this to be a decent first chapter.
much love,
EllieMayy
They were all in a line that stretched the better half of a large asgaurdian field. Their hair was all braided back into the traditional style that circled around the back of their heads. They wore long white dresses, the edges of which blew in the breeze. Their faces were excited, their lips turned up into huge smiles. They all held hands even though immense jealousy and possible murder would follow the one that was chosen. They giggled and trilled and attempted to smooth their hair and redden their cheeks one last time before we approached. There must have been fifty of them, all aligned, all beautiful, and all willing and ready- for my brother. My brother the future king. My brother the bravest warrior. My brother the oaf.
My brother Thor.
I am Loki, son of Odin and Frigga- and second in line to the throne of Asgaurd. I have always been second. Second be born, second to be loved, second to the throne of Asgaurd, second to be lusted after, and I will be second to take a wife, receiving the leftovers of my brothers choosing.
"All this finery!" My father's voice boomed over the sounds of the horses hooves on cobblestone path. "Thor, have you died and gone to Valhalla?"
I couldn't resist. "Thor ventures tp Valhalla every night with one of Mother's handmaidens."
My mother turned around on her horse and glared at me, "Loki!" She breathed, her breath a short puff I could see materialize in the cold air.
Thor also turned around to fix me with a angry stare. "And Loki, to Valhalla has never been." He grumbled.
I opened my mouth to protest, but I shut it when I saw the look on my poor mother's face. I would never tell but there was truth his statement. I read too much to enjoy many women. In fact, a number of women annoyed me with their inability to hold an intelligent conversation. They always thought they were so adorable, questioning everything and marveling at anything. If they'd open a book, or visit the vast asgaurdian library- maybe they wouldn't be shocked with the everyday workings of the world. Thor never minded. He could smile at their stupidity, probably because he wasn't always the most scholarly himself. The women I enjoyed were those that had an retort for every backhanded compliment I gave them, who could stare up at the stars and wonder if we part of them- or they of us, who read into the late hours of the night, who were always almost a step ahead of me, and had the ambition to do something other than suckle babes.
We had arrived at the bottom of the hill, where all the women stood, hand in hand.
Their eyes dilated at the sight of my brother astride his horse. Every single one of them wanted him inside of them. And for this, I admit my jealously.
A man came up and bowed deeply to my father, and then to us.
"King Odin. I present to your son the finest of the maidens from the nine realms. Each one has traveled to be considered for your son's hand, and each is as beautiful on the inside as the outside."
I scoffed- I knew there must have been some banshees among a group this size, it was only a law of numbers. And being around my brother tended to turn women against each other. Easily.
Odin motioned to Thor who dismounted quickly, and took the hand of the man who offered the women for consideration.
"I thank you for your help in my search for my bride."
Again, I scoffed. My brother's only bride was battle. He was not remotely interested in a wife. My parents on the other hand, were keen on him marrying and producing the next in line. I suppose my father was uncomfortable with only two other rulers succeeding him. Four or five would definitely give some wiggle room for another uprising in the west, an epidemic, a famine, or some other type of event. I however didn't mind if Thor never had children. It would put me closer to the throne.
My brother motioned to the women who stood ready to meet his eyes.
"And my thanks to you for traveling such a long way just to meet me."
He began going down the seemingly endless line of women, kissing their hands, and introducing himself. My parent and I stood towards the side, watching the whole ridiculous scene. I could feel them brimming with some pride at the way each girl flushed and smiled like an idiot as my brother's lips pressed into the flesh of their hand.
"I quite like the one of the right!" My mother exclaimed, as my father shook his head. "She looks like a nice and sturdy girl, what do you think Loki?"
I looked up and down the line of women once more, noting one wearing quite a bit of makeup. On top of the rose pigment she wore on her cheeks, when Thor came to her she blushed turning her face an unattractive shade of red.
"I like the one that looks like she has fallen asleep in the sun."
Odin stifled a laugh as my mother shot us both a disapproving look before, allowing a small smile to flit over her lips. I could always make mother laugh.
Thor returned to us, running a hand through his long hair. "I felt that took hours." He admitted.
My mother gave him a pat on the back, "Nonsense. They are beautiful and captivating."
My father turned to the host and the women. "Much gratitude for your presence. We shall see you all tonight at the feast!"
He spurred on his horse, and with a wave, he and my mother rode away down the road.
"I need a gallop." Thor grunted, as he turned to look at me. "Their perfume clogs my mind."
"Your mind is always clogged brother."
He said nothing, and I could see him gathering his reins when he pointed to the top of another hill.
"Who is that?"
I followed the direction of his gesture to see small figure with a basket. She had long black hair that spilled out from underneath the shroud of her cloak.
"Some villager woman. In case you haven't noticed you have at least 50 women- all waiting for you back there." I motioned for him to turn around.
"But who is that woman?" He asked again, as if I had any answer.
"I don't know Thor." I answered, hearing the short annoyance in my voice. "Why don't you ride up and find out?"
Without another word- he kicked the horse forward and galloped up the hill.
Little did I know, his future bride awaited him.