Alexia stared at the neck piece that Thor had bestowed on her. All of Loki's seidr was contained in one small stone and a substantial part of her cursed Thor for giving it to her. Her mind conflicted, part of her wanted to just go to Loki and give it to him immediately and be rid of the burden, but she knew deep down, that as much as she wished to, it was not time yet, though what would make it time to do so, she was unsure, but she simply knew it was not time yet.

"Wielder." She looked up to see Diarmaid standing in front of her.

"I do actually have a name you know." She declared.

"I am aware of such, yes." The elf acknowledged.

"What can I do for you?" She asked, knowing that he was not actually going to say her name.

"Prince Loki has informed me that there has been further development in your gifts I assume that this is partly to do with the substantial breeze that graced the palace with its presence yesterday."

"You assume correctly." Alexia nodded. "I am now able to sense every water source in my nearby vicinity, I can feel it from the fountains, from the taps, I can feel every footfall on the earth of the training ground, it feels as though I am there watching it. I sense every object that impedes the wind, and every flicker of every flame nearby." She explained as best she could.

"It is interesting that you are able to sense fire when you have yet to concentrate on that element."

"Well it is not as though I can control what it is I can sense, but on that topic, is there ever going to come a stage where I will begin training with that because I am working with all the other three at present?"

"Fire is the most volatile of the elements, I do not believe it is time for you to concern yourself with it just yet, perhaps in a few years." The elf answered. Alexia nodded and no more on the subject. "I also heard from the Prince that you caused a situation that forced him to have to take a bath."

"He needed to be reminded that though he is more intelligent than many, he is not actually the most amazing being in all of Asgard." She shrugged in return.

"A word to the wise then wielder, since you have chosen to take this path, no one, and I truly mean no one, out-pranks the prankster prince of Asgard. One does not get the name as the 'God of Mischief' by simply being mediocre at such things." The elf warned, "While he chooses how to enact his revenge, not many will want to keep your company, for fear he will involve them." And with that, Diarmaid walking away.

"If it means I am not forced to endure insufferable asses for a few days, then any fate I am given will be worth it." Alexia murmured to herself, though she made a note to herself to keep her senses on high alert.

x

"Harder!" Diarmaid ordered, shouting so she could hear him over the gale force winds she had conjured.

Alexia rolled her eyes but did as requested. The one off-putting part of it all was the audience she had acquired while she trained. Several guards, maids, servants and soldiers were staring at her from different areas as though she was a performing monkey.

"You need to practise more, you must have full control." Diarmaid barked.

Alexia snarled to herself and ceased her training, causing the wind to die down immediately. "Do you ever give a compliment?" she snapped back.

"On rare occasion, when they are earned."

"And nothing I did there gave cause for that?"

"You merely made wind; you did that unintentionally the other day, which is hardly spectacular."

"How much sand do you have on you?" Alexia asked, looking at the elf.

"I do not follow."

"Sand. This arena is filled with it, you are standing on it, I made hurricane force winds, and yet you are not covered in it, do you know why that is? Could it be that I kept it down? Does anyone here have a hair out of place, myself included? No, because I ensured it did not happen. Is the palace displaying any signs of a building that has just endured a hurricane? No, because I ensured it came to no harm, hell I even made sure the water in the horse troughs did not have a ripple, but that is mediocre to you? I must say, you have incredibly standards Light Elf, none can possibly reach." She growled, becoming increasingly angry and frustrated at the older being.

The Light Elf watched as she began to storm off angrily. He had not realised any of what she had mentioned until she had pointed to it, but it was true. She had controlled the entire environment perfectly working elements together so to ensure the safety of these spectating. "You are right youngling." He called after her, causing her to pause and turn around. "You have done very well today, I had not noticed because of the subtle perfection you had used."

Alexia looked at him with a raised brow. "I am not sure if you are just going a tad overboard or you are being sarcastic, to be honest."

The elf chuckled. "You have come a long way, I cannot believe the ability one so young could have."

"Well as you stated before, I'll be dead in fifty years so I have a few time constraint issues I have to work with."

"Yes, and your measly lifespan is somewhat concerning." The elf stated his expression showing his thinking over the issue as though he was thinking of how it could perhaps be made that it was no longer an issue.

"Yes, well, dare I say it is not as concerning for you as it is for me, what is with it being my life and death," Alexia stated in bemusement.

"I do not like to see the fruits of my labour being wasted."

"Because of course, that is what is important here." She shook here head in irritation. "I have had my fill for the day, I will take your compliments as proof of my good work and take some time to myself." She stated as she walked away.

Diarmaid was going to make comment on her dismissive behaviour, however, he noted a green robe move away from a balcony that overlooked the training grounds so he said nothing.

Alexia missed her old life or at least some aspects, she missed her kindle, filled with the hundreds of books she knew she would never be able to house, she missed her music, as great and advanced as Asgard was, its music was nothing on Prince, Michael Jackson and ACDC, and she missed not being something extraordinary. Her last weeks on Earth she was a freak, on Asgard she was…actually, she was not entirely sure what she was, but there was one thing she could guarantee, was that she was someone or something most wished to stare at, though there was a substantial difference between the looks of fear back home and the ones of curious wonder on Asgard. Mentally she corrected herself, Asgard was her home now, Earth had rejected her, and in not wanting to go back, she had rejected it.

She was preoccupied in her own mind, thinking about the things she missed from Earth, which caused her to totally blank Loki when she passed him, his arms folded and a cocky smile on his face which fell as he watched her walk by, frowning to herself. Part of him considered not going ahead with his revenge, but the other part insisted that he could not allow her to think she was above any other. "Something eating at you?" he enquired, the smirk back on his face.

Alexia took a moment to realise someone was even speaking to her, and longer still to turn around to look for who it was that had been speaking. She finally found him behind her, her eyes darting around for a second looking to see if there was something visible for her to worry herself with, there was not. "I am contemplating my mortality at present."

"That is somewhat morbid, for a Midgardian you are young enough," Loki commented calmly, walking over to her.

"But here, does that even age you, my lifespan?"

"I might get a grey hair if you continue to irk me as you do." He shrugged, "but overall, no I think not."

"And what happens then, does another person come to possess the elements?" she asked nervously.

Loki chuckled. "It is not something that is handed around like bread at a banquet. It does not manifest in one being, that one dies and it chooses another, you are exceptionally rare, and what was it Heimdall stated, he had not seen one before? There is a reason why Odin wants your gifts honed, he wants to be the king that has such a weapon in his arsenal."

"You think I am nothing more than a toy to him?" she asked.

"What else would he want you for, he sees you like every other Midgardian, and he holds them in greater contempt than I do and that is saying something."

"Whatever you have planned, could you get it over with, I am really not in the mood today?" she looked up at him, gauging his response.

"What? What are you referring to?" he frowned at her, feigning innocence.

"If you think I don't know that you are scheming something, you are deluded." She shook her head. "But as I said, I am not in the mood. Have a nice day Loki." With that, she turned and walked off to go for a stroll for herself, heading in a different direction to the quarters she was residing in.

Loki cursed her for not heading there immediately, but it did not matter, she would have to return there soon enough, so wishing to know the results of his prank, he headed to his own quarters, which were in close proximately.

"Loki." Just as he came to his door, he growled as he heard his adopted father call his name, but forcing a grimace of a smile onto his face, he turned to face him. "I need to speak to the girl, where is she?"

"How in the realms would I know?"

"Well you have befriended her, have you not, truly or falsely, whatever your purpose, so surely you are aware of her whereabouts."

Loki's lip curled in contempt. "I do not know where she is, she could be on Midgard, the sun or her rooms for all I am aware." He dismissed in annoyance, turning to head into his rooms. "I care not to know either."

Odin took his words to state the wielder was within her rooms, so he turned to go to them. From within his chambers Loki was not aware of Odin's actions until that is, the King bellowed his name loud enough for the vast majority of the palace to hear, including Alexia, who was outside in the gardens toying with the necklace concerning the prince as she did so.