I literally came up with this idea today while watching Thor and could not get it out of my head so I just had to write it down. It's my first Marvel/Thor/Loki fic and I hope you thoroughly enjoy it. Please say if I have made any sort of mistakes, I always find that I only spot them once I have already uploaded and I have to go back and change it! I'm super excited to write this, I', ever so slightly in love with Loki/Hiddles. I really hope you enjoy! x

Prologue

965 AD

The Asgardians' battle against the Jotuns was almost at an end. The Asgardians were clearly winning but that did not mean the Frost Giants were giving up just yet.

The warrior Hugin was at that moment in intense combat with one of the huge, blue monsters. The Asgardian eventually managed to achieve the upper hand.

Hugin stared into the wide red eyes of the frost giant as he drove his sword through his icy chest. Only when the light left those eyes did the warrior withdraw his blade and step back to let the creature collapse to the ground, dead.

Hugin was just about to turn to his next opponent when he heard an almighty cry of rage. He spun on his feet to see another Frost Giant standing over the corpse of the one he had just slain.

The Jotun's red eyes glared as it pointed an accusing finger at Hugin before speaking in its deep thunderous voice. "You, Hugin son of Vidar, have killed my son. Though, I will not kill you. No, instead I will curse you so that you will be forced to endure the pain that I will inflict upon you. I curse the child your wife carries. It will kill its own mother. It will be an outcast in your society, a freak of nature to your kind. Your fellow Asgardians will hate it as they hate us Jotuns. Now, Hugin Vidarson, live knowing that it was you that doomed your own child."

Hugin winced as his wife let out another scream that echoed through the house. Ever since he had returned home after the war was won, his wife had become weak from her current pregnancy. She was constantly pale and her skin was always as cold as ice, nothing could warm her up.

By the sounds coming from inside his wife's chamber Hugin could tell the labour was going as badly as expected. He couldn't stop thinking about the curse the Frost Giant had spoken of.

His wife's cries were suddenly interrupted by another much more piercing one. The child had arrived.

Hugin leapt up from his seat when one of the midwives exited his wife's room. She was carrying a small bundle delicately in her arms.

"A girl, My Lord," she said as she waked towards Hugin and held out the baby.

Hugin was terrified to look. The Frost Giant had said that the curse would afflict this child. What if she was disfigured? What if she looked like a monster? What if she was a monster?

Hugin carefully took the tiny bundle from the midwife and slowly looked down at his daughter.

She was beautiful. Her big ice blue eyes stared up at him curiously, and her head was topped with thick pale blonde curls. She was perfect.

Hugin felt a smile adorn his face filled with love and relief.

His happiness was interrupted by the midwife's next words.

"I am sorry, My Lord."

Hugin tore his eyes away from the little girl in his arms and looked over the midwife's shoulder and into his wife's room.

There lay his wife unmoving and as pale as a ghost.

"W-what happened?" Hugin managed to say though his voice shook so much that he would have been surprised if the midwife understood him.

"I don't understand it, my lord. Ice covers her heart and lungs. It is as if she was frozen, but from the inside."

Hugin felt tears slip down his cheeks as the grief overwhelmed him. He tore his gaze away from his wife's body when the child in his arms started crying too.

As soon as that little girl started crying, the room she was in became covered in frost.

8 Years Later

The young Prince Loki was wandering the palace gardens alone. He was very rarely on his own. Due to his young age he nearly always had a nanny trailing behind him, but this time he had managed to slip past her.

It was when the boy was wandering through a part of the gardens that was thick with trees that he stopped.

Was he imagining it or could he hear someone crying?

He listened for a few moments and was certain that there was someone else in the trees.

After taking a few more steps Loki found a small clearing between the trees and that was where he found the source of the crying.

There in the middle of the meadow was a little girl around the same age as him. She hugged her knees to her chest and her face was buried against them, muffling her sobs. Due to her position the only feature Loki could see was her pale blonde plait that had a few unruly curls springing loose.

However, this was not the main object of Loki's attention. He was too preoccupied with the grass surrounding her. It was covered in frost and it seemed to be growing larger the longer the girl cried.

Despite this strange occurrence Loki was not afraid, but intrigued.

He took a few steps closer to the girl before speaking softly. "What's wrong?"

The girl's head snapped up and she stared at him with pale blue eyes, shining with tears.

She sniffed back her tears though her voice was still thick with them when she spoke. "Who… who are you?"

He didn't want to answer that. If he answered truthfully she might tell someone that he had been alone and he would surely get into trouble for it. He couldn't tell her the truth, but Loki found himself not wanting to lie to her.

He ended up avoiding the question and repeated what he had previously said. "What is wrong?"

The girl sniffed again as fresh tears trailed down her cheeks. "I snuck out of the house. Papa doesn't like it when I leave, he says I have to stay inside unless he says otherwise. But I just really wanted to come outside and now… and now I don't know where I am and if I stay away for much longer Papa will notice that I'm gone and he'll be so angry…" She was suddenly distracted as she noticed the frost spreading out from her.

Her horrified face snapped back to Loki. "Please, don't tell anyone. No one's meant to know. It's why I can't go out. If father finds out that people know he will be furious. Please, promise you won't tell anyone." More tears leaked from her eyes and the frost spread further and further.

"I promise," Loki spoke as he walked towards her, the frost crunching beneath him as he knelt beside her. "I promise. I will tell no one, not even my mother."

The girl blinked up at him and Loki was pleased to notice the frost shrinking back towards them.

He gave her a small smile. "I can help you get out of the palace, but no further. Do you know your way back home from there?"

The curls framing her face bounced as she nodded.

Loki stood and beckoned for her to follow.

He led her to the wall that ran along the front of the palace. This particular part of the wall was lower than the rest and had just the right amount of footholds for a small child to manage to climb over it. Loki and Thor had done so many times.

"Here, if you climb over you will be out of the palace and you can get home."

The blonde girl asked once more. "Do you promise you won't tell?"

"I promise."

She smiled. "Thank you." She cupped her small, pale hands together for a moment and when she opened them again a single snowdrop lay in her palm. She held it between her fingers and handed it to him.

"It's the only one I can make. Thank you."

With that the girl climbed over the wall and was gone.

What do you think? Please leave your comments positive or negative, you can even drop some hints as to what you may want to happen (I obviously haven't written it all yet!) Please review xxx