The guild was always devastated when one if it's Archmage have passed away. Even though everyone knew it was the price of their powers. Magic consumes their life. And that is the reason why many åsgardian didn't want to live up their potential as mages. Also becoming a member of the guild required highest amount of devotion. Some called them sacrifice, since a true mage cannot own anything nor they cannot marry.
Next day the news got even better. The royal family was attending the funeral. Apparently the Archmage was a friend of the Queen. Of course this was going to be only conversation topic for the moth. People were buzzing around even more often than usually.
"Angrboda, which do like better?" One of the female acolytes asked her.
"What?" Angrboda asked, since she wasn't paying attention to their conversation.
"Which of the princes do you like?" She repeated her question.
"I don't care either of them." Angrboda said, "Besides aren't we too old for that? We are not exactly teens anymore."
"Definitely prince Loki." She continued as Angrboda sight out and started to gather her books. She just wanted to study in peace since her initiation was coming.
She slammed the door as she got in to her room. Her roommate, Valdis, was playing with her cat. She was quite typical Åsgardian as she had long blonde hair and cream colored skin.
"What got in to you today?" She asked Angrboda. Angrboda answered with an annoyed look in her grey eyes.
"I see" Valdis said. "It'll be over soon."
"Except Illusionists have to choose their Achmage." Angrboda said while she sat by the desk. "It's going to take months."
She could remember very well the last time when an Archmage died. The whole guild became a political battleground. Officially it was the matter of the school of the deceased, but the other school can't stay out of it.
"At least you got more time to prepare for your initiation." Valdis said. Angrboda agreed since that was probably the only good thing that would come out from this. The Initiation requires the acceptance of all Archmages, so Angrboda will have to wait until new Archmage of Illusion is chosen.
All the important mages with the apprentices of illusion were attending the funeral. The other students were trying to find some clever hiding place so that they could have a glimpse of the royal family. Angrboda was enjoying the peace and quietness of the library .She already had seven books with her as she was gazing through the bookshelves.
"Excuse me, where could I find books about Ancient Runic writing." Angrboda heard a man's voice that she didn't recognize. Angrboda turned slowly to see her enquirer. He was tall with black hair and paled skin. He didn't seem to be much older Angrboda.
"Passed those three bookshelves and turn left. Then walk until till the end of the hall." She said.
"Thank you…" He was about to express his gratitude, but Angrboda turned back and quickly gather all her books as she was in hurry to leave. The mages didn't really like if she talked to strangers as she was their little secret. She quickly glimpsed at the man who disappeared behind a bookshelf. But when she turned to face towards she saw him standing in front of her. She gasped for and dropped all her books on the floor.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." He smiled. Angrboda started to gather her book on the floor.
"Let me help you." He said.
"It's all right." She replied quickly. She picked all her quickly before he could even touch them.
"So how long have you been studying magic?" He asked as both of them stood up.
"Most of my life." She replied as she was eager to leave the library.
"So you grew up here." He continued asking while blocking her path.
"Yes." She felt uncomfortable. "Please, I must go."
"I have never seen anyone like you. Who are your parents?" He wasn't going to let her go that easily. Angrboda was wondering which is the appropriate spell to clear him out of her way. She couldn't even start chanting when they were interrupted by a golden haired man.
"Brother there you are!" He said, "Our parents are asking for you."
At this point Angrboda could only think about how the mages are going to be very angry at her. She was not supposed to show herself at any visitors.
"Who is your friend?" Golden haired man asked his brother
"I don't know. I just stumbled on to her." He answered. His brother looked at her as if he was waiting for some reaction.
"They don't let you out very often?" He said.
"What?" Angrboda was a bit confused. All she could see was two men standing in front her of her and obviously they were brothers.
"My dear brother, you just found the only person in Åsgard who doesn't know who we are." He said "I am crown prince Thor and this is my brother prince Loki."
"I'm sor…" She started but was cut by Loki "Thanks' a lot, brother. Now you ruined it."
"She would have found out sooner or later." Thor pointed.
"I would have preferred later." Loki said as he wasn't happy to have his brother interrupt his little amusement.
"I'm sorry about my brother's behavior." Thor said to Angrboda.
"You don't have to apologize for me." Loki said.
"Hopefully he didn't do any harm." Thor disregarded his brother's comment.
"I'm fine, my prince." She said very slowly trying to comprehend what just happened.
"If you excuse me." Angrboda said as she thought it was best for her to leave now.
"You tricked her in to talking with you." Thor said after Angrboda left.
"Please be quiet." Loki replied.
"She was quite pretty and very different from other girls in here." He continued.
"Thor." Loki didn't want to hear any more about it.
"Did ask her name?" Thor couldn't stop.
"I'm warning you." Loki said with very serious tone.
"All right, all right. I won't say another word." Thor knew when it was best to stop teasing his younger brother.
