So here's a new three+ chapter fic thing in place of TDaHLQ. Definitely Loki/OC, so let's go.
DISCLAMER: I own nothing but the plot and the OC
The Elf Queen stood shivering on the balcony that looked over an icy cliff of Jotunheim. This realm was quite unlike her own, full of cold and darkness and empty, cavernous holes in the ground. Her land was light and warm and populous and gentle, a place where even the strongest winds were calm enough to be called a breeze.
Her pale skin and ruby red dress contrasted with her current surroundings completely, while her raven hair blended with the snowy night around her, as well as the ice blue eyes in her skull. The party continued behind her as she slipped out into the cold, after meaningless conversations with the leaders of the other realms. They hated eachother, all of them, each man and woman secretly wanting the others head on a stick while they took over their realm.
Each Diplomatic Embassy of Yggdrasil held a party to celebrate another year of peace -if that's what you'd prefer to call it- within the nine realms. This year was Jotunheim's turn, with only the most civilized Jotunns attending, along with the various Royal Families and their Ambassadors. The Queen of Aflheim had attended every event since the beginning, and, taking her extended extended longevity into account, she hadn't aged a day since the first one.
She felt a presence behind her, a hot breath in the space of cold air: The breath of the false Prince of Asgard, the breath of Jotunheim's King, the breath of the Laufeyson. The Queen turned and saw the Trickster, who leaned against the wall and gave her a lopsided smile that barely reached his emerald eyes.
"There was a time when the Elf maidens were sociable at these parties," he said, "yourself especially, my Queen. When did you become the recluse I see before me?"
"It would bid you well to remember to whom you speak, Laufeyson," she replied, her normally pleasant voice darkening. "But you, as King, deserve the right to know what is going on between the realms. Trade routes once flowing with commerce have been left disused and places full of loyalty and trust with eachother have fallen into a state of hatred and suspicion and fear. A storm is brewing, Loki, and with it comes a war greater than the old wars between the Frost Giants and the Asgardians."
The smile had fallen off of the Prankster's face, leaving in its wake a serious-minded ruler in need of a war plan. "H-How do you know this?"
"I was born with the gift of foresight," stated the Elf. "This war will happen if Odin's pride does not fade or if your own petty quarrels with Asgard do not stop. We will have to choose sides, and if anyone or anything does not side with the Allfather, they will be killed for treason in the event of his victory.
"But it is late, son of Laufey," she smiled. "Such things are best left unsaid til morning. I shall depart to my rooms and we will discuss this further, safe in the light of day."
"May I at least have the honour of knowing your name?" Loki yelled as she left the balcony.
"I am Boudiceanna, of Skye," she replied, "and I will find you when I wake up!"
PS: It's pronounced Beau(as in the French word)-dee-see-anna. Hope you enjoy and please review!