So here it is. The product of my daydreams. Next chapter will feature Loki. For now, my OC has no name. I'm kinda torn between Nera and Elin. I don't know what else to say except read and review.
She hoped that she would see him again and maybe even talk to him. Not that he would remember her, of course. That would be far too much, although with a mind like his, it was quite possible that he did. She didn't do anything to have impact his life, in fact they met only once. She was but a child then. A crying child with no sense of propriety. She smiled at the memory.
It was the day Thor acquired Mjölnir. Not that anyone doubted that he would. The elder prince was well loved. The younger, not so much, if at all. But he interested her even then. She heard that he could do magic and she hoped that he would show her some. She dared not hope that he would teach her. Even though she was the only daughter of one of Odin's councilors and a general, it was not his job, he was a prince. The only thing that her station could grant her was a chance to meet him, nothing more, nothing less.
So she pleaded with her parents to take her with them to feast made in Thor's honor and they said yes. Oh, how she shamed them that day!
First she met prince Thor. The big man frightened her. He was huge, bearded, and he wore that awful helm of his. But the worst of all, he was sweaty and dirty. And drunk. She hated drunk people. She was aware how bothersome her father became when he took more than he should. He would talk and talk and talk and get terribly offend when her mother or she didn't want to listen. Thor seemed like the type who would brag, do stupid things and eventually pass out or fall asleep in his own bile. She saw people like that too. Common soldiers. Good people when sober but terrible when drunk. So when Thor greeted them, she hid behind her father. The golden prince extended his hand and took hers, calling her 'little lady' in the process. She yanked it out of his grasp and dissapeared behind her mother's skirts. Thor laughed off while her parents blamed it on her shyness.
Now that she thought about it, her behavior wasn't so scandalous as she was led to believe afterwards.
And then he appeared. Not her knight in shining armor, nor her savior but her only hope of doing magic. He was pale, dark haired and green eyed. And he was clean, he didn't reek of alcohol, he didn't seem unwashed, in truth he was everything that Asgardians were not. And then he spoke:
"The brave Thor, bane of the trolls and little children. Watch out brother or you may become the monster that mothers use to frighten their children at night." His voice. Oh, she remembered it even now. Not thunderous, but deep, melodic and silky.
"Brother, you give me too much credit. It's enough that I'm every maidens dream." Thor laughed at his own joke.
"Well, you're obviously this girl's nightmare. Come along brother, your friends are waiting for you." he scowled and turned to her father, "If she reacted this way to Thor, better not let her see Volstagg."
And then they were gone. She missed her chance. She started crying. He mother comforted her the best she could so she spent better part of the feast trying to guess who Volstagg was.
She didn't get her chance to talk to prince Loki until later in the evening. Around midnight, she got very sleepy and her mother decided it was best that they took their leave. Her parents went to say goodbye to Odin and Frigga and left her at the table. Then she saw her chance. Prince Loki stood alone, leaned against the wall, a cup of wine his only company. She gathered her courage and went to him. More like ran.
"Hello," she greeted him when he didn't notice her. She had never been certain if he ignored her in fact.
"Well, if it isn't our little damsel in distress. What do you want, child?" He asked obviously annoyed.
"I was wondering, can you do magic?"
"Yes." his tone sounded so guarded, like she asked him about his deepest, darkest secret.
"Can you show me? Please! Just one spell " His expression somewhat softened. He even smiled or came very close to it.
"Just one little trick." He produced a fireball, then two, then three and juggled with them. She clasped her hands in delight.
"I wish I could do magic too."
"So why don't you?"
"My parents... they think it inappropriate" and then she started crying.
She didn't plan it, it just happened. She wasn't very manipulative child back then.
Suddenly a handkerchief appeared in front of her face. It was made of black silk. She looked up at the younger prince in fear. It was he who offered it.
"Here, take it and remember magic is anything but inappropriate." And then he was just disappeared.
She found her parents and went home. Next morning, she found a raven at her window. He carried a book. There was no note attached but she didn't need it to know who it was from.
She never saw him since. Well, there had been Thor's coronation but she was in Vanaheimr. She missed out on the short period of Loki's rule and when she came back she heard of his death. She was probably the only person that mourned him aside from Frigga. But today she would see him again. He was to be returned to Asgard and to be sentenced for his crimes against his family, Asgard and Midgard. They wouldn't find him innocent, that much she knew.