Alright, here is chapter one of my Loki tale. Thank you to all those who followed the last post.
I do not own the characters other than my OC, or the legends. I would however, love to own Loki...
Oh, and I am still trying to find the perfect name for my main character, suggestions would be appreciated. I am also looking for someone to beta, if interested please let me know.
Hope you all enjoy.
Small children running through the palace. Down corridors, up and down stairs, hiding in cupboards, slinking into forbidden rooms. Laughter once filled these halls. Flashes of fire hair and a mischievous smile once filled the realm.
" Miss, you must pay attention!" Lady Sif scolds.
"Of course, Sif. My mind floats at times, I apologize." I smile at here, looking towards the large celebration.
" That is not something I am fond of hearing. The future Queen's mind floating." She comments as she sipped here mead. It was a fate that I had happened upon the position I was in. Fate or great stupidity of others.
"Lady Sif!" A voice shouts, Thor appears from the gathering.
" Dear cousin, looking as beautiful as ever." He takes me hand, "Or must I now refer to you as the future Queen?" He jests.
" She is not as proud of the new title as you seem to be, Thor." Lady Sif informs him.
After years and years of pinning for a mortal, Thor's eye had suddenly opened. Lady Sif pulled his attention unlike any other.
" Well, she must become accustom to it. These are new days we are traveling upon, you hold a great responsibility with that title. Queen of the people." He tells her, smiling.
" Why don't you just take the title?" She questions her cousin, with a look in her eyes that shows her fear. " I am not worthy of it." She states.
" Oh, my dear cousin, this is your fate. You were born to rule lands. One way or another you will rule." He squeezes his small hand in his." Now, Lady Sif will you join me?" His gaze moves to Sif, who has a slight blush appearing on her cheeks as she takes his arm.
Sif's dream had become reality. The man she had wanted to be with sense they were toddler is now hers. Maybe, I just shot too high.
Looking out into the lands of Asgard she truly saw her fate. Her kingdom, one of them anyway. Her other, her home realm, Vanaheim. She would soon be the soul ruler of Asgard, until she married. Whenever that would happen. The city sparkled in the dark night hours. Her city. The only home she had ever really known. This place was where the family who raised her had made her home.
Her aunt often spoke of the love and respect of the people, although she doubts her aunt would ever see that she would one day be their ruler. How could anyone respect or love her? She was not the one meant to rule their realm. How could she protect a realm, when she could not even protect herself?
" You look chilled with your inner mind, my Lady." She jumped, her heart skipping.
" Knight Ross, you have pulled me out of them in fright." She smiles.
This man was almost completely unknown to her, she only knew him because of his relationship fighting with Thor. He was a handsome man, some would say. He also held a reputation in the realm. But, didn't they all?
" You should be celebrating, dancing with your ladies. Yet, here you stand. In a mind set all your own, away from the people." For most if would have sounded like a kind offering, but to her, it sounded offensive.
" I am not one for dancing." She turns from him, looking at the celebration.
He steps forward, closing the distance between them. She can feel his breath on her cheek.
" We both know that's not alway been the truth." He watched her, she feels extremely uncomfortable in the way he does this. " Mead then?"
" I am one for mead." She leads the way towards the gathering, anything to keep her distance from the man.
Some time later she is sitting at the head of a table, a table surrounded with knights, laughing and drinking. She smiles to the young girl who places another round of mead onto the table, the young girl scurries away. These are the men under her rule, the ones that are meant to keep her safe. A foolish lot.
" And, he's going to rot down there until he is bone. Deserves it, that one." She glances toward the overly loud man, large with a long dark beard, hard eyes, laughing with another knight at the table. " Scum. That's what he is. Always has been. Ill in the mind." They all laughed.
She watched the men at the opposite end of the table, the unknown man chugs his mead and chews with his mouth open. It's in moments like this that a large douse of anger rips through her. She's unable to stop herself.
" Who will rot?" Her voice startles even herself, it's loud and holds luster in authority.
The whole table becomes silent, all eyes watching the future Queen. She keeps her eyes on the man, waiting his reply. He looks around, dimly. Only to realize she is questioning him. He smirks at her, looking her right in the eyes,
" Loki Laufeyson, your majesty." It was the first time in many moons that this name had been presented to her in conversation. Although, this was not really presented to her, she forced her way in.
Her eyes drift to the lit candle in the middle of the table, its flame flickering. The silence that had entered the room was almost defining.
" And, what is your opinion of him?" She questions.
She spots Thor out of her left eye, his head is above the rest of the people, all now watching the ongoings.
" He is where he should be. Although, I would rathe his head be on a stick. A criminal, of the highest order. Scum. The evil in this realm. A magic waving fool, if your asking me." The man smirk towards his friends.
She nods, everyone is entitled to their own. So, she chants to herself, ' you are the Queen, control yourself.' over and over again.
She goes back to minding her own. Sitting quietly at the head of the table as conversation resumes and drinks are once again poured. At one point Ross makes his way over too her, once again getting too close for comfort.
" Should be put to death in front of the realm, the blue giant qwim." The man from before practically yells before laughing, the rest of the knights following his chuckles.
Before she can fully understand she slams her glass into the table and stands, catching everyones attention. " Leave my table." She says, raising a brow, daring him to challenge her.
The man looks at her, a drunken smirk playing on his lips, one she would like to slap off. " What was that?" He ask, calmly.
She takes a deep breath, fearing what she might say." You are no longer welcome at my table, nor my court." She tells him slowly.
He stands, his full shape in view. " I knew I was pinching a sore spot with our future Queen. Your lover being who he is and all." The man laughs but stares at her with dead eyes. In the corner she can see Thor's silhouette coming closer, in panic.
" You kicking me out for talking about scum, Princess?" He questions her, his voice rough.
" I am not asking, I am telling." She informs him, " As your Queen. I will not stand for the tarnishing of Odin the All Fathers family!" She shouts.
Her voice echos through the room, no one dare moves. She can feel her body shaking, all softness leaving her. It's then she feels Thor's presents beside her, " Listen to my cousin Sir, your Queen." He tells the man.
The man scoffs but leaves. Slowly, the room continues its celebration, acting as though the current events had not taken place. But, suddenly it feels as though the air has been pulled from the room. She turns without excusing herself and finds her way to the halls, making her way from the room as fast as one could manage.
" You must not listen to the chatter, dear one." Thor demands as he grabs her wrist,stopping her in the golden hall.
He looks at her with pity, only upsetting her more.
" You are soon the Queen, you must be above this!" Suddenly, the always light hearted Thor says something that brings tears to her eyes, " Your feeling for him mustn't matter in this palace anymore." That could never be possible.
" I know." She breaths, touching his chest with a small smile. " Do not worry, my cousin. Return to Lady Sif, I am saying goodnight." She assures him, pulling away and heading to the large doors, stopping to watch him go.
She waits for him to be out of sight, and instead of heading through the doors, takes the stairs to the left. Heading down.
Lady Helena, the cook is turning off lights, as the dining for the night has adjourned. She jumps pin seeing her.
" What are you doing down here child?" She asks with soft eyes.
" Going through the corridor, you mustn't say anything about seeing me here. Please." She tells the women while walking past here, pulling up here hood and opening the large wooden door.
She hurries down the wood stairs that are poorly lit. She feels her way over the walls.
" You are nothing but trouble, girl." Lady Helena calls out with a chuckle under her breath, " Say hello for me."
The old passage is for the servants, the ones who are meant to take food to those who are not allowed to dine like the others. As a child she often found herself in this passage, they could take you just about anywhere. She played her as a child.
At the very end of the long corridor is one large, black door, hidden within the stone. Suddenly, she was struck with the sound of her aunts voice.
" Dear, you will always have a home within these walls. This palace is yours, you always will have a place with us." She smiles down at the young girl whose hair she braids.
" Really? What happens when I'm a lady? Will I not be sent away? To wed?" Aunt Frigga smiles at the girl.
" Yes, but if you wish you may stay here. I have a feeling you will wed someone in the palace."
This made the little girl erupt in giggles, " There is no gentleman here that I would ever wed!" The small red head informs her aunt.
" No one?" Aunt Frigga questions.
The little girl becomes lost in thought, then shakes her head. " I do not enjoy anyone here enough to be wed to them."
" Not even Loki?" Aunt Frigga questions.
The little girl looks at her Aunt with a horrified look, " Ew!" She squeals, " Aunt Frigga, Loki is my cousin!" The little girl blushes.
Frigga simply stands, turning toward the door, " One day you will understand, my dear."