"Allfather, this young, Midgardian girl will prove how strong our realms can be. She will save Asgard. That is a given. As well as Misgard. She must be protected here, until she comes of age. She will also be a saviour for your son." Heimdall said as he gazed at Rosalie with his Sight. Only 3 years old in Midgaridan years, so dreadfully young.

Odin watched with his one eye as Heimdall looked on at her. Heimdall had allowed Odin a glimpse.

"Yes, of course he will. She is already a beauty. I am sure Thor will enjoy her greatly."

Heimdal's orange eyes gaze lingered on Odin for a moment.

"No, my King, she will be a saviour for Loki. In every way possible."

"Loki? But he merely reads all of the time. I try to teach him to not attempt magic and try to fight properly, but he will not listen. Surely She is more ideal for Thor."

"No, my King. She and Loki will have a bond that none of both realms have ever seen before."

"Very well, Heimdall. I will see to it that you bring her here safely. I will raise her like I have been raising Loki, as my own. I will not tell her her parentage. However, all of the citizens in my realm must pledge secrecy into her parentage or they will be banished for Asgard forever. No Asgardian has two different coloured eyes. "

The day that the Midgardian girl arrived in Asgard, Asgardians swarmed the surrounding areas of the palace walls, desperate to see a glance of one of the first Midgardians to visit their realm in centuries.

The girl looked every bit like a princess, some would say. Others would say she would make a fine wife for Thor. Others said her eyes were strange. Heimdall had escorted her personally, ensuring she found the palace on her own.

The two princes, after hearing of the strange visited to their home, raced eachother down the numerous flights of stairs eager to see why Odin had brought her here. A blonde boy and a raven haired one reached the bottom steps towards the main hall and saw a young girl, who looked a little younger than them, with bouncing blonde curls and big different coloured eyes. One was blue, one green. While she looked to be attempting to his behind Heimdall, she gave curious glances to them, as well as they did.

"My sons, this is Rosalie. She is your adoptive princess. You shall treat her as such. She is much more fragile than you are, so be gentle with her. She will live with us as family." Odin emerged from his throne room to the hall, his powerful presence ensured that his sons would obey.

Both blue and green eyes sparkled curiously at the little girl.

Thor, as ever, was the first to approach. A grin formed on his face as he knelt down and kissed her hand like he had been taught to do with any woman.

"I am Thor, princess." He said in boasting pride at his name.

She blinked and formed a small smile on her innocent face and nodded.

Loki was the opposite of his brother, he was more silent and preferred to remain silent, like a serpent. But even so, he was mesmerised by this girl and walked towards her. Frigga, his mother, had been teaching him basic sorcery and magic for a little while now. All he could think of was her name, Rosalie.

"I'm Loki." He said in a strained voice, clearing his throat he could feel the magic being summoned at the tip of his fingers.

"'May I?" He questioned, reaching to grab her small hand. She nodded, somehow knowing what he meant.

He took her hand in his, laying it palm up. As he felt his magic tingling, he knew she could feel it as well, for she took an intake of breath. Suddenly, a large blue rose had formed in her hand, as blue as her eye and the tips of petals had green.

Rosalie looked up in awe at Loki, as if he truly were a God in her eyes already, though she had no way of knowing that yet. Suddenly, she advanced forward and locked her arms around him in a fight embrace. A smile spread across her lips.

Years later....

"I told you, you're too fragile to train with us." Loki quipped, he had grown as much as herself.

He was now lean, his jaw more accentuated with horribly lovely cheeks ones. His eyes seemed even greener than before and he towered over almost everyone in Asgard. His raven hair was always handsomely smoothed back. Rosalie kicked herself mentally for thinking he was handsome too often. He was too annoying and smart to be handsome.

"I'm fine! I'm not as fragile as you think! Stop worrying about me like I am a porcelain doll! Fandral's just stronger than me, that's all." Rosalie muttered, feeling strange in Sif's normal leather attire. She could not remember the last time she hadn't been in a dress.

She herself had grown rather well indeed. Her long blonde hair was even longer, almost down to her waist and her hair was lighter. Her height had sky rocketed as well, however she only reached up to Loki's shoulders. Her eyes were still different coloured and large, but try were framed with dark long lashes. Her cheeks had become somewhat permanently flushed, still giving her the air of innocence. Her body was as nice as Sif's, however she would become sick often and it left her with losing some weight and muscle. Her lips had become a rosy pink in colour. Needless to say, she had many suitors in line for her, however she was not ready for that just yet.

"You only just got over your illness, Rose. Just think. I know it's possible if you try hard enough." Loki muttered, a smirk forming over his face as she glared at him in annoyance.

Fandral and herself had been attempting to train together with swords, however the weight of the sword was heavy enough for her and when Fandral had accidentally stricken her instead of the blade, she had taken a tumble to the ground.

"Just shut your mouth. I know it's possible, if you try hard enough." Rose said begrudgingly and stomped her way into the palace's archway. Forgetting about her annoying companion.

In all honesty, the pair was as close as two friends could get. Ever since the day she'd arrived he had been the one she sought out and he the same. Despite her innocence, she did like a bit of mischief and chaos once in a while. He made her laugh all of the time with his pranks. He knew her as well as her self and vice verser. The pair were inseparable beyond reasoning.

Of course, Asgard had rumours. That was true. Some were often vile things. Often like Thor and Loki were sharing her at night. There was also the popular rumours. The ones about herself and Loki, since they were always together. Some even had the nerve to say she had fallen pregnant whenever she was I'll and too sick to leave the palace. It was laughable, really. But the kingdom did love her, for she brought smiles to almost everyone she spoke to.

As she entered the main hall, she saw one of her favourite guardsmen standing outside the throne room doors along with another one she hadn't seen. His name was Ryak and unlike some of the guards, he would actually speak to her as if she were a normal person.

Walking over to him, feeling strange in her pants and not skirts she smiled.

"Hello Ryak."

"Hello, Rosie-girl."

Ryak was older than she was, physically about 10 Misgardian years. He had reddish brown hair and faint stubble on his chin. He had dark green eyes and a mischievous smile about him.

"Is that how you address your princess? You should be flogged for speaking to her that way." Rose felt Loki's presence behind her, she had no doubt he was glaring down the guard.

"Relax, I let him call me that, Loki. It saves time and when all of you are away in some battle, I have someone to speak to." Rosalie explained, shaking her head and took to walking up the many steps towards her room.

Her's was near the very top, on the same floor as Loki and Thor. Finally she reached it, opening her door with a smile and smelling the scent of the rose Loki had given her when she was younger. He had out enough magic into it to keep it alive for so long and it still smelt fresh.

Her four posted bed looked incredibly comfortable, the dark silk seemed so inviting she gave a groan of annoyance. Light flooded through her open window, which gave a long look out at the city as well as the garden below. She had a huge bookshelf filled with books at the back of her room as well. Her lamp which she used for reading late at night was made of gold and crystal forged together. Her room was always a place for peace...unless a familiar intruder entered.

"Are you hurt?" Loki asked from near the bookshelf. His magic was something that she loved and hated at the same time. He leant on the bookshelf's edge peering at her.

"Nope. As good as gold. Did you want something, or did you come here to pester me?" Rosalie asked, not helping the smile that formed on her lips at his chuckling.

"Both. I fear it is my birthday tomorrow. Please do not-"

"I am."

"No, don't Rosalie I-"

"Sorry but it's happening. I have already selected some people to help with decorations tomorrow evening. There will be a huge birthday cake and a huge feast and a huge celebration and lots of music and lots of people and-"

"Oh, perhaps I should just lock you up in my room all alone instead. Make you miss out on all the festivities." Loki trailed off in a cunning voice, sauntering his way over to her like a lion advancing on its prey.

She giggled to herself and covered her hands over her eyes.

"Oh, no the silver-tongue is about to bite me." She mocked, throwing a hand to her forehead.

Loki was infront of her now with a giant smile and opened his mouth wide to her cheeks, only to close it and place a kiss on it instead.

"Consider yourself bit." He said running a tongue along the bottom of his teeth.

A flush spread all the way to her already coloured cheeks and she laughed.

"Okay, my prince, now you need to leave. I must dress for tonight's dinner!" Rosalie said half-pushing him out of the room.

He stood in the doorway for a moment staring at before shaking his head.

"Must you always make me leave when things are just getting started?" Loki asked and Rosalie tilted her head at his words in confusion, only to see why he had said that. A servant walked by with a ludicrous expression on her face a second later.

"Loki!" She whispered in shock. He only smirked and closed the door with a wave of his hand.

Her cheeks were blushing even worse by now but she tried to remain in the present. On her bed, a beautiful green and purple gown lay out. It was made of fine silks and a black, detailed pattern of a rose with thorny stems was embellished on the side of it. It was beautiful. Walking into her bathing room she undid all the straps and clasps of her leather outfit and proceeded to wash herself in the tub which had already been run, rose petals, as usual, were sprinkled in the bath water. She used a lemon and sugar scented bath gel made especially for her.

Once she was done, she put the dress on. By her own strict instructions she chose to dress herself by the age of 5. There was no need for so much help for one person. The dress fit perfectly, as if it were a second skin. It showed off her figure nicely, as well as her generous bust. Smiling in the mirror she proceeded to leave her hair out and braid to sections of it at the top of her hair and while she did that, she threaded fake lilac flowers into her braids. She then clipped them together so she had a lilac flower crown of sorts and her blonde hair curled gently to her waist. She didn't need to use anything for a blush so she opted against it. Instead she used a fine powder and a pot of powdery charcoal to accentuate her lashes. After she applied a shimmer of glitter over her lips she decided she was ready to attend dinner. Tonight was the night before Loki's name day, so it was always big but not as big as the one on his name day.

As she walked she saw even the guardsmen stare at her and she felt incredibly self-conscious. Finally she arrived at the dining hall. Ryak gave her a wolfy smile and opened the doors for her.

The long table was almost full of people , both ends held Odin and Frigga. From Odin on the left sat Thor, Fandral and then Loki by Frigga. On the right, Hogun, Sif and Volstagg. There was a small space besides Loki. Every single one of them was staring at her in a strange way. Clearing her throat she descended down to her seat beside Loki and Fandral. The entire room was silent for a moment and then suddenly with sloshes of ale it began again.

"I must say, my princess, you look good enough to eat." Fandral said, his normal charm wavered by how much alcohol he'd already consumed. She laughed nonetheless and thanked him quietly.

"I hope you like your gown, Rosalie. I especially love the detail. Loki helped me hand-pick it." Frigga said to her from the end of the table, putting her hand out as she so often did. Rosalie put hers on her palm and smiled.

"I love it! I didn't know you were so good at the fashion of Asgard, Loki." Rosalie giggled and Loki gave her a sideward glance.

"Yes, well, that's one of the few things you don't know about me. I'm secretly a seamstress." Loki said sarcastically and she rolled her eyes. Frigga laughed as well and let go of Rosalie's hand as the dinner was served.

There was hams the size of Volstagg's chest and delicious delicacies that never ran out. The cooks at the palace were always the best. Everybody dug in, wine and ale were spilled from one end of the table to the other. Loki only sipped wine once every 15 minutes and Rosalie almost never touched the stuff. The rest were almost all drunk besides the King and Queen. Thor was yelling madly as usual, telling tales of various battles she was never allowed to see. Sif 's laugh was loud and so was Fandral's.

Suddenly, the Allfather's voice stopped all chatter as he stood.

"Tonight marks the last time my son, Loki, will be this age. Tomorrow is his name day and I, Odin, wish him well! Perhaps he will not practice in any 'pranks' as he calls them, for once. That would be a birthday gift to remember." Odin said, Loki and his father had never gotten on particularly too well, after Loki realised just how much Thor was like him.

Rosalie felt Loki tense up in rage and his fork dug into the wood of the table. A silence settled in for a few moments until Rosalie put her hand around his. He shook it away however and raised his wine glass to his father.

"Thankyou, father! What a gracious speech." Loki said, standing up from his seat and downing the whole cup of wine with a single gulp.

"I'll have another." Loki said, turning to one of the kitchen girls with a sly eye. She hurriedly poured him a full glass, right to the brim and he downed that as well.

Rosalie could see him shaking with rage and feel him when he sat back down. The table soon turned to chatter and Odin departed quickly. Frigga soon followed, looking at her son with pity.

By an hour, Loki had drunken more cups than she could count. He was soon on the path the others were. The drunken one. She was the only sober one at the table. She had dozed out a lot of the noise and was simply staring at the wall. She wished Loki and Odin were still as close as they had been when they were younger...

Suddenly a splash of wine was spilt all over her chest and dress. Fandral had moved from his seat beside her to the one opposite her. He was laughing as the wine soaked her dress. An empty wine glass in his hand.

"You can fully see her now, Loki! My, my." Fandral shouted with a laugh, his blue eyes glassy and his handsome face different.

She felt Loki lean into her while chuckling, his body stank of the sharp twinge of alcohol. His nose was suddenly pressed against her cheekbone, the coolness of it giving her shivers.

"Yes, she's so lovely. I-I'd sometimes say that I wish the rumours were true! Rosie, have a drink, here's mine. " Odin had obviously gotten to him. He never got drunk and now his eyes were as glassy as they were when he'd cry. His words were slurred and loud. There was a cruel twinge to his words. She felt him try and push the cup into her face and instead she sat up from her seat and walked away.

Shaking her head she went up to one of the balconies. The cool wind was settling in and blew her hair all over the place. Breathing in and out she calmed eh eraelf down. That was until she heard smashing and yelling going on downstairs. Quickly she ran to the dining hall and saw that half of them were passed out. Thor, Loki and Fandral were still awake but barely.

"Princess! COME JOIN US!" Thor shouted, but she ignored him.

She could tell Loki wasn't used to being drunk and he was about to pass out as well. His hand was shaking from keeping the cup in his hand. Gently, she tried to take it off of him but he held on. Some of the wine slipped over the brim and spilled on their hands and the glass slipped and broke on Rosalie's hand, causing a cut to leak blood over her hand.

She gave a small cry of pain but decided it could wait. She would get Loki to bed or he'd be annoyed at her for days leaving him down there.

"Loki, please." A brief sound of grunts and murmurs was heard from him as he stood with her.

After almost triple the usual time they made it up the stairs. Loki's bedroom was at the end of the hall and Rosalie's hand and shoulders hurt from trying to haul him up so many stairs so she decided to just let him sleep on her bed, it wasn't the first time.

She shoved him until he stumbled onto her bed, his handsome face marred by lack of sleep and drunkeness. Suddenly she heard snores erupting from his chest and she wanted to cry. He needed to use his magic to heal her hand, she had a much slower healing rate than the others. She didn't want to awaken anyone though, except him, for he had been annoying and deserved to be awoken.

Rosalie delicately shoved his leather clad body only to find him snore louder. She did it harder and harder, but he didn't wake up. He was sprawled across her bed and there was no room for her. Ignoring the tears that came from her eyes as she felt frustration and pain, she leant her back near the bed and tried to sleep it off. The night had been a disaster, and tomorrow night, Odin would make it one again.

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