The trip to Asgard had been an exhausting one.

Rosamund had left early in the morning to Vanr. The minute she'd stepped through the Bifrost she'd been met by a seamstress that went by the name of Edith. How her father had ever found her Rosamund was at a loss but the woman did know how to make a quick Asgardian gown meant for a royal; later braiding her hair in an intricate style that was favorable for the season.

After she was finished she'd made her way back to the Bifrost and waited to be received from the gate keeper, Heimdall.

Rosamund couldn't arrive from Svartalfheim; it would be suicide. No one would've believed an Asgardian royal would ever visit such a place. She knew that her people, the Dark-Elves, were looked down upon. That they were seen nothing more as the Midgardian version of trash.

She reminded herself of this when she'd finally entered Asgard. Rosamund almost had made it her mantra as she felt her mouth fall open as she gazed up at the complexity of colors that filled their sky and the way the three suns glinted off of the gold buildings. Rosamund had never seen anything like it. It seemed the buildings cascaded into sky; matching golden bridges connecting up and around to other hundreds of buildings. It reminded her of a giant maze. Swallowing hard Rosamund said a quick prayer that she wouldn't ever find herself lost.

The foliage that was landscaped around the buildings was light; light compared to that in Svartalfheim.

Her homeland was mostly forest. The forest covering most of the terrain, going on for thousands of miles and the things found in it just as dangerous as an Elf drunk off of too much mead. Okay, well, maybe the things in the forest were much more horrible from time to time but a drunken elf was still pretty high on her list.

As she exited through the rest of the circle of the Bifrost, Heimdall nipping at her heels, she tried to keep the astonishment off of her face. She was pretty sure she was failing by the amused look on his face.

"Has it been a long time since you've been back in Asgard with us?"

Her skin went cool as she felt the wisp of light magic dance across her skin. Rosamund tried to keep the amused smile on her face but underneath she was seething.

She'd been told about the All-Seers gaze that Heimdall possessed being the keeper of the Bifrost. Father had warned her to keep her true secrets hidden, as if in a pool of water, only showing Heimdall the reflection of what she wanted him to see, above the surface.

So that's what Rosamund did; showing him small hints of a made up glorious childhood in a sparkling city she'd never known. This seemed enough to satisfy him.

The deafening sound of the waves below finally drifted up to her ears and Rosamund felt her back go rigid. Slowly, she felt her feet absentmindedly move her to the edge of the rainbow bridge. Her thoughts were swimming; her hand moving up to guard her heart as it grew heavy with pain.

Rosamund was at the edge faster than she would've liked and the dark azure waves flooded her vision. She'd never seen an ocean so immense.

They were going to just to feed you to the depths of the ocean, Rosie. It didn't matter to them that you were a defenseless babe. Your mother, she fought for you, and they slayed her; left her dying on the floor as they came to take you away from us.

You were fated to die, my dear. A mistake they wanted washed clean; erased.

A touch of a gentle hand on her shoulders jarred her from the memory of her father's words. She turned quickly to see Heimdall's face tight with worry as he continued to pull her lightly back from the edge.

"Are you alright, my lady? You almost lost your footing at the side of the edge."

Rosamund jerked her shoulder out of his grip and took a few steps back and away from the Asgardian. Heimdall's eyes tightened briefly, shining with question, as he dropped his free hand down to his side.

"Did I offend?"

She fought to hide the rage that was gradually taking the place of the fear that had held her just a few seconds before. Rosamund knew that her body language was all wrong; her hands in fists as her body shook trying to hold herself together.

She was better than this, had to be better than this. She had come too far to have herself sent home so soon. Father, would be very displeased.

So she smiled at him. The brightest one she could muster forcing the memory to the back of her mind but not so far for her to forget.

"You did not offend at all, Heimdall. I had just forgotten my footing. Thank you."

He gave her a curt nod as his reply and pointed to the front of the bridge.

"It appears your welcome party has arrived."

"Welcome party?"

Her voice trailed off as she turned to face the front of the rainbow bridge where Heimdall pointed, the sound of many hooves bringing her full attention.

In just a matter of seconds the men on their horses were upon her and she fought not to take a step back. She quickly took in the five new faces that were before her and noticed that Heimdall had taken a quick bow to stand behind her.

"Princess Rosamund, I presume? You are much prettier than father had led on."

Charming, she thought as she gave him a tight smile in return. Or perhaps he found himself to be so.

He held himself well his red cape billowing around his large shoulders and chest; the same shoulders and chest that belonged to those of warriors. For a warrior though he was a handsome man but for all the beauty the gods had granted him she could read in his ghost pale eyes that not much intelligence was home there. This was a man who thirsted for battle and enjoyed it.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he continued, his voice somehow booming, commanding her attention. "I am Thor Odinson and this is my brother, Loki Odinson and the Warriors three."

Rosamund felt the blood drain from her face as she swallowed hard. She had not expected to be picked up by the All-Fathers children.

She noticed the odd glances she got and realized that she had not bowed or given them any sign of the royal welcome they'd undoubtedly normally receive. Swiftly she righted this wrong, grabbing her skirts and doing a bow that hopefully was correct.

Nobody bowed to the king in Svartalfheim unless you wanted your head to be removed from your shoulders.

"I am sorry, my lords. I had not expected a royal welcome," she stammered hoping they would perceive her as another meek and dim-witted Princess.

"It is quite alright, my lady and please, it should be us who should apologize for being so late. We were supposed to be here to meet you the minute you had arrived. I hope you can forgive our tardiness."

Looking up Rosamund's breath caught as her eyes locked on to sharp emerald ones, all the world feeling as if it had just begun to slow down. The man who had spoken was Loki Odinson, the God of Mischief and owner of the infamous silver tongue. For a moment she took in his more striking features (and startling differences they held from Thor Odinson) unable to figure out why she could not look away from him.

His skin reminded her of marble his raven hair setting a jarring contrast as it touched the nap of his neck. He wore it slicked back; uniformly so. Loki held himself with just as much purpose as his brother but in his eyes, Rosamund noticed, was a cunning that Thor lacked. Here before her was the tactician; fast intelligence that buzzed behind his eyes letting her know that this target would have to be handled carefully. Very carefully.

"Your tardiness is much appreciated;" she replied voice even, "For it gave me time to enjoy the view."

The men behind her tried to stifle laughter, as she had spoken the last while still looking at Loki. Thor seemed to fidget uncomfortably on his horse; most likely unused to not getting the attention that she now gave his brother.

Loki held himself well never letting it appear her words had gotten to him, only the small rise of his lips letting her know that they had.

Thor stuck his hand out in front of him startling her and Rosamund fought the urge to smack it away. He seemed completely unaware of any of this or her body language as he just continued to smile down at her.

"Come Princess, we shall take you to the palace. The All-Father wishes to see you."

Waving his hand off Rosamund took a few confident steps towards his right and outstretched her hand to Loki. The silence that fell upon them was thick; the three men behind them looking as if they would fall off of their horses in shock.

"Would you care to give a lady a ride?"

Now Loki seemed more than pleased as he sent an amused look to his brother before he reached out and took her rather small hand with his large one. A jolt ran through her that caused her to jump at his touch, but quickly she righted herself hoping none of them noticed.

"Princess, it would be my undying pleasure."

And with that she found herself quickly hosted up to the horse where he placed her behind him.

"Let's hurry and get back. We've kept father waiting long enough," Thor growled before he snapped the reigns and took off without a second glance back.

"Hold on tight, Princess Rosamund. I'd hate for you to fall."

She wished that she could've put him in his place right then and there but instead she did as he had instructed and wrapped her arms securely around his waist. It somehow brought her closer to him than she would've cared for but she dealt with it.

Giving a quick kick with his feet they took off after his brother, giving her more time choreograph a strategy for the few days she was to be here, and finally letting herself replay her father's words to remind her why she was here and tried not to admire the view.

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