Longer Summary
Following Asgardian tradition, young Thor and Loki each get a handmaiden, chosen by an ancient oracle. But proud Sif and her clumsy little sister Asa are not very fond of their fate, each for their own reasons. Sif would rather fight with Thor's collection of swords that polish them day for day. And little Asa wants nothing more than going back to her family instead of being a handmaiden to Loki, as quiet and collected as he was terrifying.
Short Extract
Loki creeps closer and closer to her as he snarls, eyes ablaze, practically spitting the words in her face.
"Well go back to that giant oaf called Thor. You preferred the hero since our childhood! How many nights did I have to recite those stupid legends? Can't get enough of you noble heroes, right?"
She knows better than to counter his quiet anger. The kind of anger that is dangerous, not like Thors frequent outbursts, over as fast as they start. Lokis anger instead is a fire only fuelled by any reply.
But he was making her so darn angry, with his accusations and him never - never - trusting her feelings.
"Did it never occur to you that I was not fond of the heroes, but YOUR storytelling?" Tears stung her eyes and she ran out of his chambers, preferring to be a coward than crying in front of him once again.
Author's Note
I am already happy you obviously read until my note, and I can just hope you continue reading Fate of Frost.
The first chapters will be little scenes from the early years of the children, following them growing up.
There will be romance after a bit of build up and probably also a bit of smut, but nothing too graphic. I'll change the rating when I know the extent of the sexy times. ;)
The Fate of the Sisters
The first girl, future handmaiden for his brother Thor (obviously the first one was for him) is presented in front of the throne.
An elderly woman, probably grandmother or former wet-nurse, guides her with a firm hand on the girls back. The elderly woman speaks, the movements of her mouth drawing sharp lines around her mouth.
„I present Lady Sif, first born daughter of Lord Hakon from the noble house of Rundstrom."
The girl takes a step forward and curtsies, which makes her high ponytail of dark hair swish in front of her face. She is tall and slender for her age, at least what Loki assumes her age to be. A few years younger than Thor, probably about his own age. And her looks are somehow sharp, not unlike his own.
When she looks up again, her eyes pierce through his father, unafraid and oh so sharp.
„I am Sif. Having received The Call is an honor for me. I hope to more than measure up to your expectations and make my family proud while serving you with all my might."
Another curtsy, somehow not fragile and girlish at all, and she manages to pique Loki's interest, just a little bit, even though he was prepared to be absolutely bored by this display of their future handmaidens. Girls bore him; girls with low social standing even more, but that Sif girl seems to be acceptable.
He could just hope that his own servant, of course the second one to be presented, would be somehow similar to Thor's –
The other girl was shoved forward and got introduced, while Sif takes her place next to Thor, one step under him of course. She has the same hair color as Sif, but that was pretty much everything that resembles her older sister. Her dark locks are twisted in a strange pattern on her head, accentuating her roundish cheeks. Huge red spots cover them and her eyes, big orbs like those of a newborn, are rimmed the same red color, probably due to crying. And while Sif is built like a miniature hunter, sinewy with small but wiry muscles, this girl is simply chubby.
Chubby fingers, chubby arms, chubby face, chubby feet stumble towards the throne and Loki tries - and succeeds - to suppress a sigh. Great. That clumsy chubby was destined to be his servant.
Second born chubby gulps air into her lungs, puffing out her cheeks to a ridiculous degree, and she seems to be about to faint, cry and run away at the same time.
„I.. I am Asa. Having received the Honor is a Call for me. I hope to meet your expectations and parent my servings well."
Chubby AND stupid. She did not even notice her mistakes.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid girl.
Loki glances towards his father, who seems to have a hard time concealing his amusement under a stoic face.
The faces of the crowd range from barely hidden smiles to outright laughter.
Loki wants to throw that chubby down the Bifröst.
He's definitely going to become the laughing stock of Asgard thanks to that imbecile. As if it is not enough that he's the second born, always in Thors shadow. Now he was trapped with that good for nothing servant for eternity.
Or until he found a way to get rid of her.