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Chapter 4
After breakfast my grandmother took me to go see one of her friends. It was a sneaky euphuism for shopping trip. I was dragged onto a platform and measured. They even checked the size I would be for a corset.
"I am not wearing a corset," I said resolutely.
"You need undergarments," grandmother said. I snorted.
"I have undergarments, anything that involves that amount of pain should be illegal," I told her, "Not wearing it. How would I be able to run?"
"Why would you need to run?" she asked, "You're a princess, it is unnecessary." I could feel the walls around me closing in and I swore to the gods that I would have to get out. They wouldn't even let me pick my own wardrobe; I just was shuffled off on a tour of the kingdom.
"I miss mom," I sighed after hours and hours of walking and talking and feeling as though I should be pulling my hair out. They were going to have a feast, 'In honour of the new princess,' and I was expected to dance.
"You can dance, can you not?" Odin asked me; I looked at my grandfather and laughed.
"I can dance in circles, probably around you," I replied tartly. I had been taking dance classes for as far back as I can remember; ballet was the main one that stuck. I enjoyed plenty of the other's as well. Mom even managed to teach me how to do Asgardian dances and etiquette.
"I am not wearing that," I told Frigga as she laid the pink dress from the back of my wardrobe out.
"You have no choice, I have the ability to make you," she replied.
"No one makes me do anything," I scoffed, "I have a dress to wear." I pulled out one of the ballet costumes I had in my bag. I did seriously have everything in there and lay it on the bed digging around for the matching shoes.
I darted behind the screen to change while grandmother sat on the bed waiting. I slipped the black stockings on first before commencing with the dress. I stepped into the leotard part and pulled it up over my chest. It was skin tight at the top with clear straps.
The front was embroidered with flowers in a slightly silvery coloured white, almost matching the dress completely. The skirt hung down to mid-calf in layers of silk and gauze. I pulled on the matching ballet slippers and tied them before stepping out from behind the screen.
"You look beautiful, not particularly Asgardian," she said, "But beautiful nonetheless." I smiled and went to brush out my hair. Re-braiding the top half into complex multiple braids and wrapping them around my head like a crown, the rest falling down into black locks.
"Maybe you should leave that out," she said pointing to the coral and pearl pin that riptide became when I wasn't using it. I wondered why it wouldn't stay a pen, but it was better than the circlet that it was at first.
"No," I said firmly, "It was a gift from my father. Where I go, it goes." I did, however pin it to the strapless bra I was wearing underneath my dress. I wasn't going to leave my sword here.
I was actually introduced to the whole of Asgardian society. It was horrifying. My grandfather is a bastard.
"May I present to the Princess Percianna, daughter of Loki," Odin declared, holding his hand out. I placed mine in his and allowed me to lead me out to the balcony where thousands of people cheered and welcomed me. I wonder if they really felt like that, or if they were just trying to appease their king.
"She is, returned to our realm for the first time where she will remain," he said clearly and I barely suppressed a growl. How dare he, I suppose nobody told him the sea is not to be restrained. "As a sign of this, we gift her with this tiara, as a reminder of who she is and the responsibilities of which that comes with. For now, we shall celebrate," he declared placing a silver crown upon my head, "May I have the first dance, granddaughter?"
"Of course," I said clearly. The orchestra started up and he led me to the centre of the ballroom. I wondered briefly if I should just do the dance perfectly, or whether I should… add to it. I looked at his smug smirk and returned it. Addition's it is, I thought to myself.
The music was beautiful, light and airy. We spun around the room in a complicated waltz, when suddenly on every turn I rose onto to my toes and made him compensate. Sometimes I would extend one leg out and then curl it inwards while I spun. When the music stopped cheers echoed throughout the hall.
"May I speak to you grandfather?" I asked politely. We went to a seclude balcony and I spun around and clocked him in the face so hard that I felt my fingers fracture. He stumbled back against the wall. "How dare you make decisions for me," I growled, "I am not yours to command, we are family, nothing more."
"Exactly," he answered, "You are my granddaughter and under my care. As such you will accept the responsibilities that go as such."
"You stupid, stupid son of a bitch," I said slowly red covering my vision, the sea in the distance rising into a storm, "I am only here because Uncle Thor kidnapped me. I have a mom to take care of me, a stepfather, a father, other aunts and uncles and a multitude of cousins. I didn't need any of this."
"And now you have it anyway," he replied, "You will see my son returned to me."
"No," I said with a cocky smile, because this round I had won, "He can't because he promised that if this ever happened he wouldn't."
"Loki is know as the god of lies," he said coldly, "Do you really think that he will honour it, if to disobey meant to see his daughter again. I hold all the cards."
"I was once told to always get a solemn oath," I told him remembering Uncle Hades words, "He can't, he vowed to the Lore that he wouldn't. So you can take your cards and shove them up your ass."
With that I strode back into the ballroom and got myself a glass of godly alcohol and sipped it. I caught sight of the delicate silver crown sitting perfectly on my head, diamonds adorning it glimmering in the light. It was going to be a long, long way to home.
Finished, was it good. Tell me? Tell me! I am definitely going to need some advice on what happens when the Greek gods and the Norse gods realise that she's a half blood god, not demigod. Not that she realises the perks of that yet. Mainly because I hadn't thought of them yet.
