A.N Hello. This fic has been reuploaded with a few changes such as a new name for my OFC (formerly Meridian, now Evadine) there is method in the madness and may be a few minor changes in the first two chapters reuploaded. The good news is my mojo is back and this fic will now continue with regular updates.

Prologue

There was something in the memory of her and the emptiness from the lack of her presence around him that Loki could not shake away. It did not haunt him exactly, her face did not flash before his eyes at strange moments. No, instead it was an ache, an ache deep inside like a pang of hunger, an ache of necessity. All atmosphere and tension was lost within any room he entered, robbed from within it by her banishment. As time passed, passionate anger had given away to that quiet, deep ache that raged on inside him. Haunting moments were mere fancy but she, his Evadine was somewhere vast below, lost to him. How he would gladly peel the skin of the earth from its mantle to find her were it in his power, for she was the only hour he sought.

He remembered how they would rest on one of the many open balconies that jutted out over Asgard, illuminated by the sun. She would always lie stretched out on her back, occasionally rolling onto her side should the prism within the light become too concentrated in her eyes. He would stand at the end of the balcony staring over the extravagance and grandeur of all that surrounded them. Whenever he stood thus she would laugh at him for looking upon everything as though he were its master. Loki would stand with his back to her at first pretending not to hear, but then he would turn and look at her, those blond waves sprawled out roughly beneath her head. He often saw flickers of gold within those threads when she rested in the light, such a stark contrast to his own. They would just stare at one another, the moment seeming to stretch and expand far beyond the seconds it really was until he eventually withdrew himself from the edge.

"The sunlight does become you would-be King." She would say, not seeming to care whether he took her words as a taunt or as praise. Evadine would prop her head on her elbow and look up at him as he gazed down upon her. Loki liked her for the words she used, he felt she did indeed respect him far deeper than anyone else, far beyond being son of Odin and brother to the future King of Asgard. She in turn was nothing of consequence really, another person to grace the banquets or festivities that Odin provided within Asgard. Evadine knew she was nothing in this hierarchy, that is why she always dared to say something for words were all she had. But she could wield them as well as many Asgardian warriors could wield their weapons.

Loki would often kneel beside her and both their eyes would stare out over the balcony to the towers beyond. Now as he sat here alone it truly validated what he felt. The memories were one thing, but to not have her presence still was the greater pain. He did not see himself as the affectionate sort, hardened as he was by the disappointment of seeming second best to Thor coupled will his knowledge of his true birth. That is why she would never allow him to think of himself as any kind of future King, why she would laugh the way she did. It was to spare him the false pride he could build in the hope of one day becoming so. And from this as well as many other small things within her he found he did indeed feel affection after all.

Many months passed this way, their paths would both drift up to this place whenever they felt the urge. Sometimes one would come up and find that they were alone and other times they would find communion. It was not any sort of courtship nor did anybody seem to be aware of the growing attachment between one of Odin's sons and a nobody. When they found themselves in the crowded halls together they might speak or perhaps glance at one another, but other times nothing would pass between them at all. Was it the easy way of it that made him feel so much aching now? His inner rage would make him imagine and plot all of the vengeful things he could do to be validated as important, to appear powerful and definitely to matter. Such thoughts were far more concentrated in their poison now; he would happily slay his father, brother and his brother's friends but not his mother, for he did love her. But those that did not welcome her words and had led to her banishment would suffer, yes indeed they would. But something was to be done first. He had to discover Evadine, he needed her to see all that he would do and to show her he did not do it under the veil of a would-be King. No, he would do it as Loki, in his own name and in the strength she gave him, the anger that was fuelled by the injustice done to her.

The night she had passed into his chamber had occurred not long before her banishment. She had snuck in like a shadow merging with the dark and silence to near him as he slept. Her hand she said had reached out to touch his face when he had snapped awake from instinct, gripping gripped her viciously by the back on her neck and arm before slamming her to the ground. Loki remembered the sound of flesh and bone hitting the solid floor beneath and how he had assailed her further still before realising who it was who had entered. Her body had been crushed under his weight, his knee pressing hard into her chest and a hand about her throat before rational thought made him feel a woman under his touch and not an assailant.

In the darkness he realised then it was Evadine and he released her from the burden of his weight with a start. When he brought a light to her face his blood had run cold. Her eyes were open, wide and staring at him in painful recognition and her hair on one side was now stained with the blood from his blow. He moved her to his bed and then rose to get the only help he felt he could, his mother but as he was leaving she called.

"So arrogant to think one would enter your chamber to slay you." Though far feebler than her usual words it was the same tone that she used on the balcony.

"I shall not be gone long." He had promised as though she was dying, but she was not, her will far too strong to die by such an assault. But she never came to him again, things returned to as they were before. His barbarity only appalled him further and fuelled his disappointment and anger both with himself and all those around him, except her. Whenever he recalled the incident he now remembered the feel of her frame underneath his strength, how inferior it was to his in all but will. It was a marvel of the strangest sort. The passionate connection he felt for her became far more real, masquerading itself as a promising lust but hiding something far greater.

Their final interview before her banishment seemed at the time the same as any other, events flowed as though déjà vu until the final moment when he was to leave her. Evadine rested her hand at the centre of his chest to stop him and the contact rooted him to the spot. They barely ever touched. Fatigue seemed to overcome her except in those wide, violet eyes that still looked at him sharply. He looked at her brimming with inner feelings so strong he had to restrain himself remembering he always must wait. She stared at him for a long moment with a look he did not quite understand but it pierced him to the bone. Finally she said.

"They will likely strike a blow against you my dear before you strike out at them and they won't see themselves doing it."

Loki had not answered her; he only looked at her for a few moments longer as he strove to overcome this frighteningly powerful surge of feeling within him. He had to go and he walked back towards his father's throne without looking back at her. The next morning he arose and was told she was gone.