DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of this, except my character Celestrial and her family. Everything else belongs to the wonderful world of Marvel.
Prologue
Darkness. Darkness. Everywhere she looked, was just darkness. A young woman with long curly hair slowly stumbled forward. She knew not where she was headed, but she hoped for a light to show itself along her current path. Reaching her hands out, she felt no walls. Nothing. Her feet dragged along a cold texture-less floor. "Cellie!" She turned towards the call of her name, but the sound bounced off the walls like an eternal echo. "Cellie!" The voice called again. She started running in the direction she thought it was coming from. Suddenly, a jolt of pain runs up her left side causing her to double over rather quickly. Somehow, this is familiar. As if it has happened before. This must be a dream…no. This pain is real.
Worry. That was the first thing she saw. It was written on the face of an older woman she didn't quite recognize. "I am sorry," the woman managed to mutter, "I did not mean to frighten you. I only came to change the bandage on your wound." Wound? "My lady, how do you fair?" Uncertain of what to say, she replied with a simple "I am not sure." She then realized her throat was dry and sore. Her curiosity peaked as she remembered her dream, frightened of what might have happened."What has happened to me?" She asked weakly, but as the nurse was about to answer, a rather large man with medium length blonde hair strutted into the room. "Glad to see you are faring well Lady Celestrial," his voiced boomed in the small healing room. "Prince Thor," the nurse exclaimed as she curtsied low, "I shall leave you two alone." As she turned to leave Thor quickly stated "Nonsense. I just came to retrieve the lady and escort her to some well needed fresh air, if she is able." Celestrial looked up and gave him a large smile that said thank you. He held his hand out for her to grab. With little effort, he was able to get her out of bed, and walking out of the palace in no time. They walked the long, bright, golden corridors towards the outside paths.
As soon she felt the warm sunlight on her face, Celestrial let out a rather loud giggle. Her long curls wrapped around her as she leaned backwards. Thor laughed to himself as he listened to her carrying on like a young child. "My lady," he interrupted, "I have something to show you." He led her down a thin stone path to a small sitting area that laid within a large fruitful garden. When he sat on a small marble bench, that was placed directly in the middle of all the lush greens, and vivid colors, she couldn't help but laugh at the hilarious sight in front on her. Here was this mighty, fearless, and handsome warrior sitting somewhat crouched over on this seemingly tiny bench. Obvously annoyed, he called to her, "Cellie," this was his nickname for her that nobody else used, "please stop laughing and sit next to me." "Alright," she replied with some laughter still clinging to her breath. Thor looked at her, and almost thought he was looking at another person. But what he saw was this beautiful woman. He never realized this before, since they have known each other since childhood. Apparently, she had grown in ways that were appealing to him. She was about five feet six inches tall, with unusually pale skin, bright strawberry blonde hair, and greenish-brown eyes. Now, most of the women of Asgard are thin, with no womanly accents. But Celestrial was a little on the heavy side, not that he minded, since it was only enough that her chest would swell with each breath, her hips swayed nicely when she walked, and her face had a smooth round shape to it.
Thor noticed the large red sun was setting and snapped his mind out of wandering places it shouldn't be. Quitely, he whispered, "Cellie, do you remember when we first met?" She, with a smile, looks to him, and softly replies "Of course I do. Thor Odinson, are you saying that you cannot remember how it is we first met?" "No, that is not what I meant. I just wanted to know if you recognize where it is we are." Without looking around her, she nods her head gently. "Then tell me, my lady." Cocking her head to the side, and with a reminiscing look on her face, her memory flashes to fifteen years ago...
"Prince Loki! Get back here! You are so mean!" Around the side of a small bush pops a head of bright strawberry blonde, with angry green eyes. Hiding behind a marble bench is a young boy with black slicked back hair, and calm blue-green eyes. He opens his hands to reveal a necklace. Studying it, he is amazed by how such a clumsy little girl could keep something such as this from being broken into a million pieces. It is a dainty silver butterfly, with ruby encrusted wings. In the center however, he noticed a somewhat large emerald glowing with a faint light. Lost in his discovery, he failed to notice his big brother running to him. "Loki!" As his brother gets closer, he sees the anger in his brother's thick and broad face. He could already tell he would look just like their father.
"Loki, give back that item to this lady." Loki looked over to the young girl who finally found them thanks to Thor's big mouth. "But brother, I see no lady of which to give this to." The girl started crying and ran out of the gardens. "Loki, I'll return to to tell you why that was a terrible thing to say." Thor ran after the girl, and caught up to her quickly. "My lady! Please, I am sorry for what my brother has done to you. I return to you what has been stolen." Not wanting to look bad in front of a prince, she quickly wiped her face, curtsied, and smiled as best as she could. When she made eye contact, she saw these big sky blue eyes looking back at her. Even though he was young, you could still see the All-Father in him. A big, lined jaw, somewhat muscular arms, and the makings of a large frame. Shaking herself out of her thoughts of his handsomeness, she quickly said,"Thank you. I don't know why he wanted it. It was just a gift from my mother." "Do not worry. You have it now. Keep a good eye on it though. Oh, where are my manners? My lady, I am Prince Thor, Odinson." He said as he took her hand and gently kissed the back of it. Her pale cheeks quickly became pink, as she realized she is forgetting to introduce herself. "My prince, my name is Celestrial. I am the daughter of Jacob and Anja." "Well Cellie, it was very nice to meet you. Next time however, lets have a meeting on nicer terms." She blushed more thinking this meant he wanted to see her more.
As Thor turned to walk back into the palace, Loki slid up from the shadows on the side. He took her hand, kissed the back of it even more gently than Thor, and sent a chill up her spine by saying, "My beautiful Lady Celestrial, I am Prince Loki, Odinson. I would be honored to walk you back to your dwelling to insure your safety." Being polite and not wanting to dimiss a prince, she reluctantly took hold of his arm as they started the short walk to her house. She looked over her shoulder towards the palace to see a sad looking Thor.
Thor was beaming when she finished telling him of her memories. He knew that he had loved Cellie since he met her, but now, maybe she feels the same. Looking into her bright eyes, he could see happiness. This was something he hoped to see for the rest of his life, every morning when he awakens, and every night when he falls into slumber. He stood up, and knelt down on the soft grass with one knee, and both of Celestrials' hands in his. "Celestrial, this morning, when I received news of your accident, I panicked. Finding out that you had fallen down several hard stairs, I rushed to the nurses' rooms as fast as I could. Being there for hours, I grew hungry. Of course, as soon as I get something in my mouth, they come to tell me you had awakened. I did not mind however, I was actually quite worried you had actually really hurt yourself. But Cellie, when I was with you, waiting for you to awaken, I thought of something. If you had gravely injured yourself, I do not know what would happen to me. It saddened me to no end, thinking of how I how would live without you. Then, I realized, it's because I love you. I love you Celestrial, and I wish for your hand in marriage. I have already asked this of your parents, and they could not have been happier my love. So, will you marry me?"
Stunned by what just happened, she just sat there with her mouth slightly hanging open. Slowly, she closed her mouth, and started to nod her head. She nodded so hard her neck was hurting. She did not mind it however, for she was to wed a prince of Asgard. Suddenly, finding her voice, she exclaimed "Yes! Yes! Of course! Oh my, Thor, I love you too. I thought you just liked me in a sisterly way, but yes! I will marry you!" Excited, Thor reached into a small leather bag that was bound to his waist. As his hand searched within the bag, it seemed as if he couldn't find what he was looking for. Looking down, patting himself down, even checking the ground, it was obvious that whatever he was searching for, he could not find it. Very quickly though, he locked eyes with Cellie as they both yelled angrily, "LOKI!"