Rosalie awoke to streaming sunlight across her face. Her neck ached terribly and her head pounded from lack of oxygen. Groaning, she sat up, the faint trace of alcohol still burned on her beautiful gown. A pain came from her hand and when she looked down, she saw trails of dried blood coming from a medium depth cut. Clenching her teeth she stood from her horrible position against the bed frame and stared at Loki on her bed.

He looked so peaceful. She knew that the only time Loki ever looked peaceful was when he was reading or sleeping, when he was away from everything. His face was facing her and as if he sensed her presence, his eyes fluttered open in green slits. A deep groaned came from his chest and he merely stayed like that for long moments. He must have forgotten, she thought. At the thought of Odin's speech she suddenly remembered something.

"Happy nameday Loki!" She squealed, forgetting all about last night. She would be damned if even Odin ruined this day for him.

"Mmm." He murmured, looking as if he were about to fall asleep, his eyelids close to closing again. Suddenly his eyes widened staring pointedly at her hand.

"Oh, no, Loki it's fine I-"

"What happened?! I can't remember. Did I do that?!" Loki often had the reflexes of a cat and he definitely used them then.

He stood, towering over her, his hands running over her own. The coolness once against gave her goosebumps.

"No. You just got drunker than usual after Odin said things. A glass shattered in my hand and you passed out in my bed. Thanks to you my neck aches as much as my head does when Thor shouts all the time." Rosalie said, shaking her head.

Loki wasn't laughing at that. He was focusing his magic on her and quickly healing her wound. Suddenly, her skin reattached itself and all that was left was the trails of crusted blood. The tingling finally went away once in fully sealed up and so did the pain.

Loki's eyes were clenched shut and his jaw was set. Suddenly, the vases, books and glasses from her bedside table were sent flying across the room on their own and smashed against her window pane with a shatter. In the midst of all of them, her blue Rose was also flung onto the floor.

Loki was seething and shaking with anger, much like the night before. When she grabbed onto his arms so he would stop, she felt the magic surging at his fingertips and arms.

"Loki, stop!"

His emerald eyes glanced at her and hardened.

"No. Odin always has to make everything about how terrible a disappoint I am. Always!" He yelled, obviously Odin most-likely heard him.

"I-I've got to leave." He said before strutting off, slamming the door behind him.

She turned, about to clean up all of the glass but she found they were already back the way they were before on the bedside table.

She decided to not wait for her handmaidens. They were trained by her not to come unless called and she didn't much feel like calling on them today. Walking into her bathing room, she saw Loki had already appeared water into her bathub, probably before he saw her hand. She opened her wardrobe, selecting a yellow cream dress that had swirls designed into it. It was also one of the easiest to get into, today wasn't a day to dress up, not if Loki wasn't celebrating his birthday.

She would make sure the night would be amazing, but for the day, she decided to see Heimdall. He was somewhat more of a father figure towards her than Odin. She always wondered why her own Asgardian father and mother had abandoned her when she was younger, she had no memories of them.

After her bath she decided to go without makeup, beside the makeup to her lashes. The rest could do without. Biting her lips, she tried to ignore the hatred towards her two different coloured eyes. They made her different herself.

As she was walking down the floor, she heard Thor snoring louder then she'd ever heard before, she was sure the palace walls were shaking. Smiling to herself she went down the long winding stairs until she found the main hall. Ryak was on duty there, a familiar smirk on his lips as he saw her.

"Going somewhere?"

" I'm going to speak with Heimdall. Did you see Loki?" She said, today she was too distracted with Loki and his birthday to redeem her usual talking.

"Yes, he seemed a little uptight. Are you alright, princess?" He questioned, sounding normal for once which was strange.

"Yes, I'm fine." Rosalie said before walking out of the palace and continuing to walk to the Bifrost.

She noticed all of the Asgardians staring at her. Some children seemed to want to come up to her, but their parents probably noticed her pre-occupation.

She found Heimdall where he always was. His orange golden eyes flickered to hers and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

"You have not had a very good morning, princess." Heimdall said in his usual monotone with a hint of knowledge.

She frowned at him. He already knew full well what was happening to her that day. She perched on one of the steps towards his place at the beginning of the Bifrost and fiddled with her dress.

"You are not wearing your rose either." Heimdall commented, his eyes not moving from the Sight.

She looked down at her wrist and shook her head. She almost always asked Loki to use his magic to create the Rose into a bracelet as well so she could carry it around with her. Today was not a day for that.

"Can you please find him Heimdall?" She asked, breathing in and out and standing up.

She saw Heimdall had a brief look of confusion before looking at her.

"He is near the edge of the city. I've no clue what he is doing, he is merely standing and staring at the ground. I suggest a royal escor-!" It was too late by then, Rosalie was already gone.

True, the edge of the city wasn't nearly as nice as the centre, complete opposite really but the people had always seemed well enough there when she had walked there with Loki or Thor from time to time.

Venturing her way through the city she came to where it all seemed to become lesser. Everything was not golden. It was merely made out of something skin to it. Even the air sometimes felt off inside of her lungs. People stared at her as usual and she decided to request the help of one lady that was selling flowers.

"Have you seen Prince Loki anywhere, by chance?"

"No, princess. I've not heard anyone speak of him either."

It was almost dark by the time she decided to give up. She was seated on a bench near a small house. No one had seen or heard from Loki. Perhaps Heimdall had been wrong. Although, that never happened.

Suddenly, as she was about to leave she heard the sound of someone calling for her.

She turned around to see a bearded man with a large figure about him, like Thor's.

"Princess, I have heard tell you are looking for Loki. He is just around the corner. I fear he may be ill." His voice was rough and sounded a little well rehearsed. But Rosalie only heard what he wanted her to and in a rush of panic she followed the man until they rounded the corner, which evidently was an alleyway.

Suddenly, his hand slammed over he mouth and his body pressed her against the wall. She felt the tip of a sword on her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears were begining to spill from the panic she felt.

"Now, princess, stop making everything so dramatic. No one wants you sitting anywhere near the throne. You're not worthy of it. Everybody knows how close you and Loki are to eachother. Don't think that we won't kill both of you before either of you is on that throne. Odin's always been fond of adopting." Rosalie was confuse at his words and confused still when he spoke about the throne. That was years away. She knew she was not eligible for it. She wasn't actually of royal blood.

She felt the cool blade dig into her chest, a small dent in her skin formed as blood leaked from it. Her heart best was faster than ever.

"Stay away from it, both of you unworthy creatures. Now, give me a kiss for letting me warn you." The disgusting man said just before he smothered her lips with his mouth. She felt bile rise to the back of her throat when she felt his tongue against hers.

He finally let go after minutes with a grin and walked away as if nothing happened, his sword back into his pouch. She stood there with weak legs, the blood dripping down her chest. Her adrenaline kicked in and she began to run, run as fast as she could to the palace. This was wrong. Why did he do of? What was he talking about?

Once she arrived, she found Ryak standing there. His green eyes widened at her appearance and then they hardened.

"What happened?"

She was too out of breathe for words and instead she headed to the ball room, where she knew Loki would be, it was his name-day party in a few hours and he usually remained there before it commenced.

No guards were posted on the doors so she used her remaining strength to open them. She saw all of the decorators turn to her in the same second. She searched the room for a moment and found Loki. He was talking to Fandral and Hogun. Suddenly, he turned around as she made a weak attempt to call his name. Her chest was covered in blood and sweat by now.

His green eyes searched her frantically, running towards her at a pace she had never seen before. As soon as she felt his arms around her she allowed her weak legs to collapse on their own. He held her up. A series of, "no, no, no's" came from him.

"GUARDS! Get the healers, now! Everybody, LEAVE!" Loki truly sounded like a king then. His orders were clear even though his voice cracked. There was a brief moment of silence before suddenly they all screamed in pain. He had given them a slight touch of what his magic could do. There was no use for them waiting around. Suddenly they all left some cursing and some panicking.

"Who did this? Tell me!"

"I-I don't know, Loki. Some man from near the edge of the city." Rosalie coughed as she spoke, her breathing was slowly turning back to normal. Oh, her legs burned furiously.

She almost grinned at the face he gave her. It was complete and utter disappointment and judgement.

"Wh- what were you doing down there?"

"Looking f-for you."

A silence came between them and the guards soon carried her out, towards the healing room. Before he followed, Loki ordered ten guards into the room. He inspected each and everyone of them closely. The Ryak man was one of them. Loki almost launched out and hit him for not going with her but he kept himself calm.

"I want you to tear down the edge of the city! Find who did this to her!"

"You will do no such thing. We must preserve peace in our beautiful realm, or our enemies will have more chance of entering it." Odin's kingly voice came from behind Loki, he looked at all of them with power.

Loki ran a hand through his raven hair and shook his head.

"Father they almos-"

"ENOUGH! I will not have our realm's peace disrupted by my own silly boy based on some childhood romance. I will not have it!" Odin shouted, his one eye landing on his son's angry ones.

"You will go to her after I leave and you will stay with her. If the man responsible emerges and she finds him, the punishment for harming a royal member of the family will be served. As for you guards, return to your posts and alert the decorators the festivities will go as planned. Loki, you will be attending this party whether you like it or not." Odin commanded and stormed out of the ball room.

Loki's anger sent chills through his body. He could hear himself seethe in rage. Before all the guards piled out he commanded Ryak to stay. The stupid man looked at him with a look of amusement, like he was judging him.

"I should have you flogged for allowing her to leave the palace unattended." Prince Loki murmured in blood-thirsty rage. He made sure to tower of the guard, who was not too short himself.

"Maybe. Or maybe you should allow me to flog you. You are the reason she left the palace in the first place." Ryak said and before Loki could react he had left the room.

He was left with a shocked face and anger running through his blood. He had half the mind to force the man to choke on his own blood, but he needed to see Rosalie.

The healers had healed her to the point where she was back to normal, at least physically. She was seated by herself, staring at the floor as if she was far away when he got to her. He slumped on the seat opposite the bed and flickered his eyes to her.

"He said- he said that, never mind. Ha, it's your name-day, forgive me. Have you seen my dress yet?" Rosalie asked, her two coloured eyes looking into his own green ones.

He knew she was trying to mislead him. She was obviously still in shock from the incident, but he didn't want to upset her so he simply sat back into the chair. He regarded her cooly as he tried to calm his rage. He crossed one leg over his thigh and stared at her.

"...no. Have you?" Loki asked, his green eyes betraying the small smile on his face.

He watched Rosalie watch him. She appeared to not have even registered his question. Her coloured eyes were flickering back and forth between his own. She had sat up with her legs swinging back and forth against the edge of the bed.

"Don't lie to me." Rosalie spoke as if they were her last words and she was about to go to Valhalla.

He blinked at her in confusion, arching an eyebrow in question. He was about to ask her what she mean when she spoke again.

"Just don't lie to me. Ever. I will notice, silvertongue, I always notice." Rosalie's words were incredibly uncharacteristic. She was never so serious.

"I'm going to go help with the decorations. You should get ready. It's nearly your name-day party." Rosalie said and laughed, as if she hadn't spoken before.

He managed a playful groan. Running his tongue along his teeth he wondered if he could use his magic to conjure a prank that would ruin his night of 'fun'. One glance at Rosalie's hopeful smile sent him away from doing one, at least for that day.

Rosalie slipped away. Trying to forget what had happened to her earlier, she walked into the ball room. The decorators were back. She took a moment to look around. The ceilings were decorated with diamond and gold 'stars' that twinkles off of the lights from the chandeliers. There were several long-tables, and round-tables. The long tables were on the outskirts of the entire hall which was rather big. There were two round-tables, both close to eachother at the back of the hall. They were reserved for the likes of the Royal family and friends. The first was for Odin and Frigga. The second for Loki, Thor, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg and herself.

She noticed that these had not been decorated at all and even the long tables either.

"Is everything alright, princess?" It was Leka, an elderly servant who always decorated the royal family's parties.

Rosalie turned to her. The older woman looked incredibly older than she used to think. She had known her for quite a long time and helped her for quote along time. She always had a smile about her and today was no different, however she was tired and her wrinkles sunk deeper into her face.

Rosalie smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Everything is perfectly fine, Leka. You seem very tired, go enjoy a few hours of rest. We are all fine here." Rosalie said, with a small smile as the woman gave her an extra big one. She curtseyed deep and left with a thank you.

Once she left, she found half of the servants were strangers, that mattered none though.

Frigga, unbeknown to anyone but herself, had been teaching her incredibly small amounts of magic to pass the time when Thor and Loki went to battle. It was only small things almost anyone could do, but not everyone had Frigga as a teacher and not everyone accepted magic.

She felt the magic at her fingertips, it was a dull pulse, but it was there. An incredible feeling, really. Conjuring all her strength, she managed to decorate each table.

The long-tables received the usual gold and silver utensils and ivory plates with gold-coated cloths.

The round-table for Odin and Frigga was decorated the same however she added strings of silver pearls inside of a vase. Loki's table received a green table cloth and a small gold filigree handmade box. Inside of it, was two of her gifts.

She decided the hall was not decorated exactly for Loki. Sometimes the servants did this on purpose for some of them were opposed to his magic. So, she asked servants to retrieve a few green banners to decorated the walls of it. There was soon a fountain of wine inside of the hall, along with several 'beverage' carts.

Rosalie stood back and admired the hall, it was the best they had done yet. Smiling to herself she did a light skip up the stairs towards her, Loki and Thor's floor. As she was skipping she ran face and chest first into Loki, his leather clothes making her begin to fall back in surprise. She felt his cold hand reach around her back and pull her upright into his body before she fell completely. She smelt his familiar scent of peppermint and cinnamon and breathed in deeply.

For some reason he held her like that a moment to long. It was incredibly silent as he did so and she didn't say a word. He have an audible sigh as he removed his hand and kept it to his side.

When she looked up at him, she saw that he was making his face try and play off whatever emotions just happened, but she pretended not to notice. His green eyes flickered down at her and a mischievous smirk pulled up at his thin lips. Her heart leapt as she realised just how truly handsome Loki had grown to be. It was all over far too soon to let her mind wonder and her blush grow.

"PRINCESS ROSIE AND BROTHER! ARE YOU READY TO CELEBRATE!?" Thor's voice bellowed through the palace and Rosalie laughed as Loki shook his head.

Out stretching her arms as she saw Thor come up to them she shouted, "THORY!" And all of a sudden she was met with a bear hug from the ridiculously muscled man.

Thor was incredibly handsome as well. His sparkly blue eyes, strong jaw and blonde hair was enough to make any girl melt, but she just wasn't any girl. Once she regained her breath when he let go she smiled and looked at the two princes.

One smiling happily, all blonde and blue eyed. One gloomy and raven haired and green eyed.

"Loki, please don't look so glum. It's your nameday!" Rosalie teased, she knew as well as he how much he detested these parties.

"I must go and get dressed. Go see how we've decorated the hall this time!" Rosalie said and at once Thor was dragging Loki down the stairs.

She entered her room to find the dress Frigga had most likely picked out. Green. That was all she saw for a moment. Odd, it was Loki's colour after all but perhaps she wanted everyone to represent them besides the obvious other royals. Picking it up delicately from her bed she found it was breathtaking.

After having her bath, which was today scented with roses and cinnamon she placed the dress on. It was a perfect fit and she looked in the mirror and realised she had grown up as well. She was no longer a child much more. Her curves were shown with the dress, it was stitches tighter at the top half of it and flowed from the bottom. It's straps were layered with white a green silk with silver running through the stitches. In the middle of the dress, it was sequinned with silver specks to create something akin to a star pattern. From her middle, as the dress flowed out, it was separated into three pieces. On the sides it was green and in the middle, a small section of white. She smiled at it lovingly, this was indeed a beautiful dress.

Her makeup was her choice, of course, she played with the dresses colours. For her eye-shadow, she chose to run a line of white at the line near her lashes. Then she chose to get a dash of sparkling crushed silver and apply it winged at the end of her eyelids.

She applied some white powdered minerals over her face. Then she coated her eyelashes with a thick black charcoal powder. Looking at her options for her lips, she decided on a nude pink. She didn't need to apply any blush thankfully.

Looking at her hair, she saw it was a slight mess. Taking it out she pondered what to do with it. She decided on just leaving it out, twirling her fingers in it to get curls. She glanced at the tiara that had been left in her bathing room. It was beautiful, but it made her feel strange whenever she had to wear it. It had three stones in the silver thing. One was green, one red and the other in the middle was golden.

As she placed it on her head she felt the weight of it. Looking in the mirror, she actually felt beautiful, despite her strange eyes and smiled.

It was time to drink tonight. She hadn't in so long. Let the festivities begin.

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