(Hey everybody so I guess chapter one was good cause here comes chapter two! Please let me know what you think. Comments and opinions really help! If you want to listen to music and read I suggest the song Foundry by: John Mackey. It's an instrumental song but the dark parts of the music remind me of Asgard and the rivalry between Thor and Loki as well as between Octavia and Olivia. Also the soft parts fit Octavia quite nicely. Enjoy!)

I sat in my room twiddling my thumbs idly. It was noon and I had already finished training for the day. What was there to do? Go to the spa? Hell no. The spa was always full of rich women gossiping and exchanging fashion tips, gross. I had no desire to hear about who did what and how to paint daisies on my nails plus Olivia would undoubtedly be there. Situations involving rich snotty women AND Olivia, I generally try to avoid those.

I brushed the hair from my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I would have hung out with Fandral but Thor had whisked him away on some far off adventure. The first time Thor had me train with Fandral I had absolutely hated him but that opinion had change. Though Fandral could be extremely egotistical he was energetic and kind. He could talk for hours but he was also a great listener. I liked Fandral. He was a good friend to have around.

I rolled over and sighed. All this thinking about what I could be doing wasn't going to help me actually do anything. I brought my head up slightly. 'There' I thought, looking at an empty plate on the dresser. I smiled. 'Why hadn't I thought of this before?' I wondered, 'I'll visit Cassandra in the kitchen.' With that I picked myself off the bed and hurried out of the room.

"Hi Cassandra!" I trilled into her left ear. Cassandra jumped, nearly dropping several plates she'd been washing.

She playfully swatted her dish towel at me, "Don't sneak up on my like that. I could break something." She grinned at me her blue eyes twinkling. She was petite with blue eyes and a dirty blonde pixie cut. She looked like a Midguardian elf when she smiled.

"Don't be silly," I said grabbing a dish towel of my own, "You never break a plate."

Cassie giggled, "Like you never break a nail." It was an inside joke. For some odd reason I could get beaten, tortured, and bludgeoned during battle but not once during a battle had I broken a nail. My nails would always walk away unscathed.

I smiled and started washing dishes alongside her. Cassandra was a kitchen maid in the palace but to me she's more. Cassandra is my best friend. We'd met one day when I saw Olivia ordering some of the staff around. She had been in a bad mood that day and decided to take her rage out on the servants. I couldn't stand it. It sickens me when people use their seniority to bitch at others. So I simply dismissed the staff and told Olivia to stuff it. After Olivia had stalked off a blonde haired kitchen maid told me thank you. I had smiled at her and asked what her name was. She told me her name was Cassandra, we then walked to the garden and talked for hours. Cassie and I have been friends ever since.

Cassandra studied my face. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Oh nothing. Just the day we met." I looked down at the dish, "and how Olivia would say this is beneath her, ya know…maids work." I imitated Olivia's disapproval face and we both started to crack up.

Suddenly there was a knock from the kitchen doorway. "Sister? I'm back." I twirled around to see my brother Thor beaming at me.

"Good Afternoon brother. Where have you been? Did you take Fandral with you? I couldn't find him earlier." I ran into my brothers warm embrace, Cassandra giggled behind me.

Thor ruffled my hair and smiled. "Why dearest sister, I was hunting with the warriors three," he raised an eyebrow, "Why so curious of Fandral's whereabouts?" Thor laughed. I loved my brother's laugh. It was deep and hearty and so full of life. I smiled. Cassandra and Thor had an ongoing joke about mine and Fandral's Relationship. In truth we were just friends but everyone loved to act like it was more than that.

"Never mind that dear brother, it would be far too complicated for your brain to handle." Thor patted me on the back.

"You always know how to take a joke little sister. Now if you don't mind I must be going. Father wants to see me." He turned and started to walk away before pausing. "oh I almost forgot. Fandral is waiting for you in the garden." He winked at me before continuing on his way.

Cassandra's tinkling laughter filled the room. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Oh..oh.." she gasped struggled speak through bouts of laughter, "oh….just go…ha ha…best not keep Fandral waiting." I shook my head at her. Why did everyone have to be so silly about Fandral and me? I thought about ignoring Thor's message and staying in the kitchen but decided it would be quite rude. Needless to say, I hurried out of the kitchen.

By now a good portion of the day had passed. The sun was just beginning to set and in this lighting Fandral looked gorgeous. The light highlighted his blonde hair, making it seem almost golden. I stood there staring at him from the bushes for a while. I felt quite silly. I wasn't crushing on Fandral…I was mearly…ah…admiring his beauty…cough…yeah…that's it. I blushed and proceeded to walk out of the bushes. Fandral smiled at me, gesturing for me to sit down next to him.

"The sunset is quite lovely today. Isn't it?" Fandral said. I nodded as I perched on the fountains edge.

"Breath taking," I smiled, "I missed you this morning."

Fandral looked down, "ah well…we must be respectful of Thor's wishes."

"I guess…I mean you ARE the one who usually helps me with my training…so I guess I understand where he's was coming from." Fandral gave me a small smile before staring back out at the sunset.

"If it's any consolation I missed you too. Thor is a great friend but…he doesn't talk to me like you do…he doesn't listen like you do either." We both chuckled at that last jab. He was right. Thor is a horrible listener.

The sun started sinking below the skyline and the stars began to rise. "It's getting late. I just wanted to see you before bed. You should get to your room." I nodded, slowly getting up from the ledge.

"Goodnight Fandral." I whispered.

"Goodnight Octavia."

By the time I got to my room everyone else was asleep. I had taken the long way back, strolling around the gardens for an hour before heading to my room. I quietly slipped inside, trying hard not to wake anyone sleeping in the rooms next door. I walked over to my dresser stripped off my clothes and pulled on a silk nightgown.

I surveyed the room, nothing had changed, no wait a minute…what was that? I strolled over to my desk, a note lay neatly folded atop it. 'What the?' I snatched up the note quickly looking it over.

It read: how does Loki feel about you and Fandral? I stared at the note, perplexed. 'what did it mean? Loki is my brother and Fandral my friend…who would come up with such an absurd idea. I looked at the note again and then I knew. At the bottom of the note, signed in perfectly scripted cursive, was an O.

A cursive O could only represent one person and it wasn't me. Somebody was up to something, that somebody could only be Olivia.

(Yay! I'm really starting to enjoy writing this story. I know my description of the story isn't quite fitting the story much but it's just because I didn't know what to put for the summary. I promise to change the summary as soon as I get farther along in the story. If you're wondering if there will be something between Fandral and Octavia then your guess is as good as mine. I'm not quite sure where I want their relationship yet. I'm really enjoying developing the plot of this story, suggestions for the plot would be highly appreciated. I want to make a story that's fun for me to write and fun for you to read. Please let me know what you think!)