Moonlight.
That's the first thing I saw when I woke up. Now that just seems dramatic. My name is Lorelei. I am a Mistress of magic. A warrior. A flyer. This is my story, starting from the beginning. Maybe it will help my memory.
I was training the courtyard, challenging six of my trainers at once. I knew I should've been practicing my speech for the ceremony but my thoughts were elsewhere. My mother, the current queen, was due to give birth any day now, I stopped as wailing filled the air, or rather today. Discarding my sword I bolted toward my mother's chambers, shedding my armor along the way.
I slid across the entry way, crashing into the door to stop my momentum. I caught sight of a nursemaid cleaning a squirming, cloth bound bundle. The baby. Making my way to Mother's bedside found her breathing hard, exhausted. She swiped a rag over her face and a maid set about drawing a bath.
She caught me searching her face, she smiled and gestured to the baby.
"Go ahead. Tell me."
I felt an unusual giddiness as the bundle was placed in my arms. The midwife arranged my arms to properly hold. I could not for the life of me remember her name.
"A boy ma'am." She whispered and walked out of the room.
I cradled him close, my chest swelling with unexpected emotion. I saw his eyes, a vivid green and I was breathless at how innocent he looked. How pure. I went to Mother's side, handing her the newborn Prince.
Oddly I felt – lost – without him in my arms.
"We've yet to name him." She said.
She transferred the baby to my arms once again. I studied his soft face, listened to his coos, and thought about how with a single look he had irrevocably disarmed me. His arrival will be announced at my coronation tomorrow, that is, if the gossip doesn't get to the people first. After a moment of silence my father strode in. I'll admit I didn't recognize him at first sight.
For once he was dressed in Royal robes, looking every bit the king he was. I saw the pride on his face and it filled me with a sense of accomplishment for soon, I, his eldest would become Queen of Jotunheim!
Father took one look at the newborn in my hold; a small crease between his brows appeared and I sighed inwardly. He had seen it too.
"He is so small." Mother stiffened ever so slightly and I rolled my eyes. Blunt, as usual.
"It will be a miracle if he survives the night."
"And if he does?" my mother asked softly.
"Let me care for him then." I realized I had never commanded my father before. Then again, why would I? They glanced at each other thoughtfully but never had the chance to answer.
I heard the stone splinter a few seconds before something blew it apart. I dropped into a ball, baring my back to the debris. I stood up shakily, my arms contracting around the baby. Mother cried out in weak pain.
She was pinned underneath much stone and I smelled so much blood. She clutched at my arm with fading strength and looked me dead in the eye.
"Take him. Protect yourself. Run." With that my creator, my mother, died. Her hand fell to the bed with a desolate certainty.
I was speechless and numb with grief, despair, and rage. I tore my cloak into strips, tying the baby to me in a makeshift sling. Oh, how I broke at his face, scared and crying but not making a single sound.
"Loki." I whispered so faintly I wondered if I had said anything at all.
He looked at me with those striking iris', I was the only thing he had now.
"Yes, my little Loki."
I stood tall and closed my eyes, making an intricate gesture with my fingers. The comforting weight of my armor settled on my body, sword sheathed at my hip. Drawing the blade found it shining with a purple hue. A fast-acting poison that ate away at the flesh and bone.
Perfect.
A muttered spell put an illusion over Loki, hiding him from view. Breathing in and out, I let myself go, becoming the Fallen that all feared. Wings, black and silent, flared immensely at my shoulders. Red eyes studied everything from cracks in stone to the dust in the air.
Running out to the courtyard found complete chaos. Golden armor gleamed in the light and a snarl ripped from my mouth. Asgardians here? On my soil, killing my people? With a cry, I threw myself up landing on golden shoulders and driving my blade through his neck. Poor puny soldier.
Spinning around met more spears and prey. I was a whirlwind of fury and death. Some fled as they caught the draft of my wings but others, spurred on by battle, didn't hesitate. A circle of soldiers lay dead at my feet and I stopped long enough to sense a growing fear at the back of my mind. Driving my sword through another armor-clad man I reluctantly stole behind the remains of a pillar.
Cloaking charm cancelled revealed Loki's scared faced but also the beginnings of steely determination. I took him in my hands and raised him so he was eye level. He placed both his chubby little hands to face my face and I… I felt him.
He was in my head and I in his. Had he, a newborn but an hour old, forged a bond between him and I?
"Listen to me, my Little One, so long as I live you shall not die. Our bond will only grow stronger. We share mind and power. For everything you feel, every wound on your body I will take because I can. I will take care of you. Forever." I promised.
I hadn't paid attention to the battle at my back. Big mistake. Something ripped through the pillar and sent us flying. In an effort not to land on Loki I thrust my arms forward instinctively.
My heart quickened as my little brother began to howl and I propped myself up, looking for scraps of green that signified my cloak. Something moved and I froze. A man, an Aesir, reached down and picked Loki up. Time stopped.
"No!"
I jumped to my feet and stretched out my hand, Loki coming to me. His wails stopped though he still sniffled and curled into my embrace.
The man stood and drew his sword but made no move forward. Magic swirled around us in blues and greens, creating our own arena. My demon side was in full control now and only Loki's presence kept my body at bay.
It was Odin Allfather, missing an eye, who looked at us curiously. He stuck his sword into the ground and held out his hands as though I was a wild animal. He was so pale and small compared to myself. I towered over him and my skin was blue and engraved with the story of my life.
"Easy, easy. I only wish to help you."
Scoffing my eyes darted around to the carnage around us, his eyes followed suit.
"As if I would need your help!" I spat.
Logic forced my mind to think and I scanned the area around us once more. A Queen-to-be with a ruined home and a child so young. I was in no state to rule like this, to do so would be failure. Against better judgment I sheathed my sword and pulled my magic back deep inside me. I glanced at the All-Father, noting his skin and form.
The blue receded and a sensation crawled across my form, from my head, to my wings and toes. Iris', green once more opened to examine the Asgardian kings astonished face.
My lip curled bitterly. Going with him could provide the protection needed that I could no longer afford. It would also give me time to pull myself back together.
"Fine, I shall accept your help, but on my terms."
I smirked as a muscle in his jaw twitched, so he can be irked.
"Pray tell young one, what might those be?" I growled low, pleased to see him take half a step back.
"I am older than you are, Odin Borson." His eye widened. "I am not a princess who spends her time idly. I am a warrior and I will fight." I fondly put a hand on Loki's head.
"I saw the change of his skin. For his safety, he must never be told what he is. If he is ready I will decide and I alone will reveal it."
My throat became thick and I pursed my lips.
"No matter what, between the two of us, he comes first." He is all I have left.
Odin looked at me with a gleam in his eye, as though he knew my thoughts.
"Those are interesting terms, may they be granted. If his name is Loki, then what is yours?"
"Lorelei."
"And you accept my help? Will you come with me?"
"As I have said."
He gestured with a hand and I grudgingly moved forward but maintained distance. More for my benefit than his.
"Heimdall open the Bifrost."
Looking up greeted me with the sight of a tunnel of colors coming down around us. But something stuck out as we were pulled up and stars rushed by. My mother may be dead, but where was my father? It would seem my home is not leaderless after all.
A.N This is the beginning, tell me what you guys think of her. She's definitely an enigma to write. If you have ideas or suggestions hit me up! I can be exceedingly lazy at times so it may be a minute between chapters. Her wings are just a slightly bigger and black version of Maleficent's wings. For those who haven't seen the movie I highly recommend it, it is amazing! This is what her armor looks like just remove the spaces around the full stops.
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