I do not own Thor.
Note: Amaranth means "undying flower" and Alexander means "defender of men"
"Tell us a story mummy!"
"Yeah Story! Please?"
Their mother smiled sighing. "Alright, but just one" she warned.
"Ok!"
"Yay! Story!"
She laughed softly as she watched her children cheer. "What tale should I tell?"
"The one about the lost prince and the mortal girl that saved him!" Her eldest, her son Alexander, exclaimed.
"Yes mummy! Please, please, please!" Her daughter begged bouncing on her bed slightly.
"Alright, alright. The lost prince it is then. And mind, this is a true story, not a fairy tale." The woman gently smoothed the blankets over the children before beginning her tale. "Now, a very, very long time ago, in a cold dark realm, full of ice and snow and war, a queen gave birth to wide eyed babe. Now in this land full of giants with eyes red as blood, and the queen's new born son was so very small and per the laws of her land the child was to be left in the cold, snowy dark to die. The poor queen wept bitterly as she handed their small child to his father, who took the child stone faced out onto the battle field with him, leaving his son at the edge of the fray before plunging into the horrible battle…"
She stopped when she heard a sniffle from her daughter. "What is it my little flower?" she asked gently smoothing the girl's auburn hair.
"H-he left his baby out in t-the cold all a-lone."
"Oh, Amaranth, my flower, it will be alright, I promise." the girl nodded and hugged her mother as she began her tale again.