Authors Note~
I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARECTURES IN THIS STORY except for Aislin... Please enjoy 3
It was a normal day on Asgard. The sun was shining across the silvery water surrounding the peaceful city. Everything was quiet after Thor's conquering of the Dark Elves and the Aether. Thor returned from Earth to reluctantly claim the throne of Asgard, creating peace for everyone. Well, except the King himself.
"My King?" Thor heard one of his disciples speak behind him. He turned around slowly and faced his dear friend Sif, a brave and fearless warrior-woman.
"Yes, my apologies. Is all well in the nine realms?" He asked confidently yet quietly. Sif bowed in response.
"Yes, sir. All is quiet since you vanquished Malekith and his people, along with the Aether." She frowned and walked up to Thor. He may be the King, but he will always be one of her closest comrades.
¨What's on your mind, Thor? Is it Loki again?¨ Sif asked gently. Thor sighed and nodded sadly. Sif sighed, and kissed his cheek in sympathy. She then quietly slipped away to leave him in his mourning state.
Little did Thor know, Loki was in fact alive. Alive and well, and roaming the halls of his palace quietly and stealthily, under Thor's nose. Until he met Aislin.