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When you're young, your parents don't tell you about the bad guys. They don't tell you anything about them other than a simple warning to stay away. Maybe there was something wrong with me but I couldn't help but be so curious about what made them so bad. Then again, they also warned me that curiosity killed the cat.
I remember him as clear as the stars that shone in the night sky of Asgard. My mother forbade me to speak to any of the royal family, lest I make a fool of them. I was known for speaking out of turn and…too honestly from a very young age. Whenever we visited the palace, mother always made me wait in the outside corridor and I could hear him through the palace doors.
"Brother! You cannot outrun me! Do you forget what I'm capable of?" he exclaimed as I heard the clamor of feet running.
"I think you forget little brother! Your magic will not help you against me!" said a deeper voice trailing after the previous one. They were so loud and unapologetic in their rough play, it was something they were known for, always competing but then again, that's what brothers do.
With a loud bang, the door burst open and I quickly retreated behind one of the large columns. Silently watching, I smiled at their banter and pulled my gown close to me. He stumbled out with a mischievous smile upon his pale face and behind him, a larger figure with blonde hair. He must have been no older than 19 at the time, just two years older than I was. His height suited his stature, he knew he was royalty and he behaved appropriately. I've watched him since I was seven years old; I've seen him running through these halls like a ghost with every visit. He's grown up well but there was something that was different about him, he wasn't like the rest of his family. Perhaps it was those eyes, those green glistening eyes that looked everywhere but at me. I was merely a shadow in this place, I don't exist to them.
"Decent fight, brother…you could have done better. You're getting too slow for my taste, perhaps I'll need someone to match my stamina to fight from now on, haha." Said the thunderous voice, the older boy pushed his long blonde hair out of his face and smiled while patted the younger one on his back.
"Don't hold your breath, Thor! You'll never know when I'll get you, this isn't ov…" His velvet voice trailed off as I saw something that I thought I would have seen in my life. His eyes looking into mine. He caught my hazel eyes looking through the columns; I held my breath and moved slightly so I would be out of the line of his gaze. This wasn't supposed to happen, I liked to remain invisible. I listened closely to the hall and it was almost too quiet, so I leaned over and saw Thor walking away but the other one wasn't in sight. I turned back around and a hand shot past my ear, pinning me against the column.
"Loki!" I whispered as I was caught off guard, he had me cornered and he stood several inches taller than me, observing with those green eyes.
"Oh, she speaks!" He smirked slyly as he looked at me up and down. "I've seen you around here; you're not as sly as you think." He laughed down at me with only a few inches between us.
My eyes traced the outline of his face; those cheekbones could have cut the very fingers that caress him, his infamous silver tongue hid behind those lips and those green eyes glistened, even in the shadows. He was a prince in the very sense of the word.
His eyebrows slightly scrunched in confusion, I shyly looked down to avoid his gaze once again. "Why do you look away?" he whispered, more to himself than to me. I heard footsteps from the hallway and from the rhythm, it was my mother.
"Eira! Where are you? Come forth at once, it's time to leave. You better not be up to any mischief again." She spat as her gown flowed around her, my mother was known to be dramatic. I looked up at Loki once more and swiftly ducked under his arm from behind the column.
"I'm here, mother." I said quietly as I walked behind her and out the large doors. I tried my hardest not to look back, but I was weak. I turned around slowly before going on the stairs and I saw him leaning against the column, watching me with those haunting eyes.