Lady sif and the warriors three were lounging in a separate living room bickering playfully back and forth when Thor and Loki entered. Loki had his ever so stern face on and Thor looked as happy as ever. Sif and the warriors greeted the princes and bid them to join in their bickering. Sif, Hogun and Volstagg were making fun of Fandral and the woman he is infatuated with this week.

"One would think you've scared all the ladies away with such atrocious flirting." Loki implied. Fandral shot Loki a look of malice, then smirked and said, "And what, the prince doesn't have a love interest of his own? I've seen you looking at Lady Neala when you thought no one was looking." Loki narrowed his eyes at Fandral's wolfish grin as everybody started in surprise.

"Nonsense, I would not look at such a plain maiden."

Yet Thor knew what Fandral noticed to be true. On several occasions since the young princess arrived from Alfheim he had noticed Loki staring intently at her. No woman has ever held his attention before. At least no longer than it would take to bed her. She was like none other that stepped into Asgard before. She had Short, choppy white hair that seemed to shine as she held her head high, and eyes as dark and deep as the sea. And of course, she had pointed ears, as was characteristic of the Light Elves that resided in Alfheim.

No one knew exactly why she was here, but she drew the attention and curiosity of both princes.

"I saw you looking at her as well!" Thor said, continuing the conversation with a playful laugh and grin.

"We will speak no more of this." Hissed Loki as he looked at the ground wishing to just disappear.

"You make yourself too vulnerable, brother! We only jest!" Thor clapped Loki on the back and took a seat.

As if summoned by the mocking words against Loki, Lady Neala stepped into the room.

"I hope I'm not intruding on anything?"

"Of course you aren't! Come and take a seat my lady!" Thor gestured to a seat between himself and Loki who had finally gotten comfortable enough to sit. Loki glared at Thor for a moment before Neala sat down between them. Loki was glad for the separation, and what a lovely creature to separate them she was.

Loki soon grew bored of the conversation and walked over to the windows overlooking the neighborhoods of Asgard. He stood in the shadows, and when he looked back at the warriors, Thor, and Neala, he could not help himself but to trace Neala's jawbone down to her neckline and to the curve her breasts made in her midnight blue gown. He eyes moved farther down to her slender rib cage and her small but able hips and to the outline of her long, thin legs. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed his longing looks. Loki thought about the possible reasons why she would be here and the only one that stuck with him is that the all-father brought her here as an eligible wife for Thor. Of course she would be for Thor, Odin is always looking for the best for his first born and she is surely the best, Loki thought. He sighed and sat down again next to Neala.

"What joy do we owe you by coming here, my lady?" Loki asked with a solid expression. She looked at him nervously like she had been warned about what she should say around him. He suddenly grew irritated, and he knew it showed in his face.

"I'm visiting the wonderful realm of Asgard. Do I need another reason than that?" Neala smiled shyly. Loki saw through her words. She was not here to visit, she came with a purpose. He also saw within her a pressure as if strong waves were crashing upon her, forcing her to lie although she did not want to.

Later that night, Loki followed her silently back to her room. He caught up to her and pushed her against a wall holding her wrists above her head so she could not push him away.

"Why are you really here, my lady?" Of course she did not answer, she was so surprised and stunned that she could barely make a sound.

"I'm not going to ask again." Loki said as he tightened his grip and he saw a wave of pain on Neala's face.

"I'm here for you!" She finally said through gritted teeth. Loki narrowed his eyes at her and growled, "And why would you be here for me?"

"I know you're different from all the others. I know you do not belong here. And I also know that great peril is coming your way." She said quickly, wishing that he would loosen his grip on her. Their faces were almost touching, and she shivered at the thought that such a handsome man was upon her, even if it was out of anger.

On hearing this and studying her face to try and see through her lies, Loki realized she was telling the truth. He let her go and turned his back on her, contemplating.

"What peril do you speak of and how do you know of it?"

"I can see glimpses of the future, at times, and I've had a recurring vision of you standing while everyone else is kneeling but you are not well. You are in a crazed, murderous state and I came here to prevent that from happening."

"I think you know this as it's probably said a lot when you tell them of your… talents, but I do not believe any word you have said thus far, and I do not intend to. Now stay out of my way, I don't want your crazed thoughts entering my head any longer." Loki hissed as he promptly walked away, leaving her quivering in the dark hallway outside her chambers.

Damn her and her shy but attractive manners.

Loki always thought he needed a strong woman to keep his attention, but lady Neala has proved this theory wrong. He slammed his fist against his chamber wall and rested his forehead against the cool stone. He wanted to not believe her, but something in her eyes made it so he did. He played their confrontation in his head over and over, noticing her shiver after she told him what she was there for.

Why did she shiver? Did he repulse her, or did she lust for him as he did for her? I'm thinking foolishly! Such a woman would not lust for me, and even if she did she no longer would after their short confrontation. Maybe it is what is best for him.

For the next few weeks Loki successfully ignored her existence until one morning at breakfast. Lady Sif, Hogun, Voltstagg, Fandral, and Thor surprisingly all made it to breakfast as early as Loki and joined him. They were all mostly quiet until Thor chimed in.

"So how was Lady Neala in bed, brother?" Thor gave Loki a sheepish grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Loki said curtly.

"I only assumed that you took her to bed because she is avoiding you like the plague!" Thor laughed and began eating his breakfast.

Loki quickly got up and walked to his chambers without saying another word.

After some time had passed, Loki heard a small knock at his door. He furrowed his brow and opened the door, and to his curiosity and most delight Lady Neala was on the other end.

"What are you doing here?" He growled.

"I-I wanted to speak with you privately." Loki looked at her with disgust as he gestured for her to come inside. Loki's room had a big fire place on the far right wall that had two big chairs facing inward toward it over a nice big fluffy rug. His room had high ceilings and half of the wall opposite of the door was filled with books. Next to the bookshelf was a big, sturdy looking desk with scrolls and books laid precariously upon it. Coming off of his far left wall was an enormous bed that looked so comfortable that you'd want to jump onto it and never get up. After Neala got to the middle of his room she turned around to look at him abruptly. He closed the door and glared at her. She walked shyly up to Loki, as if contemplating what she was about to do. When he was only a couple inches away from her she quickly reached up, grabbed his face with both her hands and brought it down to hers to put their foreheads together. Before Loki could protest a connection was made, and he saw fragmented images of Thor breaking the bridge that lead to the bifost and then he fell into a never ending darkness that consumed his soul the farther he fell.

Neala quickly backed away from him, afraid of what he might do after what he saw.

"Was that one of the visions that you saw?"

"Yes" Neala's voice was so quiet Loki had to lean in to hear her.

"Do you believe me now?" She added, with a tinge of malice in her voice. Loki sneered at her for her tone with him. Inside though he was glad that she stood up for herself. He was glad that somewhere in that frail body and shy mind of hers she could stand up to him.

He decided not to give her an answer and instead walk over to one of his windows and stare out of it. He wanted her to make another move on her own. She just sighed and stood looking at the ground with a disappointed face. At that moment Loki felt guilt at how he was treating her and let his angry façade fade, just for a second. She noticed his softened gaze at her and looked up, finding sympathy and grace in those emerald eyes that she never saw before. She looked upon him in curiosity and his look faded quickly to the expressionless face he always wore.

She looked down again and turned to leave, and he did not stop her. Loki needed time to contemplate what he saw in her mind. She clearly thought it wasn't a dream. After all, how could it be? She never even met Loki before so how could she have had a dream about him?

He thought about it for a while, but then he quickly forgot about it as the all-father announced that Thor was to be king.