There once lived two princesses, one with golden hair that shone, and one with emerald eyes that glimmered. The first princess was loyal and truthful, and would be a hero someday. The second was chaotic and dishonest, and only lived to someday die.
Their names were Thorrin and Loki, and they were the first to be.
-/-/-
"And you have a coat?"
Loki held back a smile at Frigga's concern. "Yes, Mother, I have a coat." She pressed a swift kiss to the older woman's cheek. "I'll be fine, I promise. Besides, you have allowed Thorrin to go on quests with barely a single nag. What makes me special?"
Frigga frowned. "If I nag, it is only in concern. This is your first time to Midgard in centuries."
"And I'll be fine, Mama," Loki reassured her, switching to her old name for her mother. She gasped as Frigga caught her in a tight hug.
"I know."
