Snowflake
By Rey

Chapter summary: Personal taste shows the root, oftentimes.

18. Tasteless

Loki has only ever seen the jötnar on a few pictures; on wartime manuscripts, at that. So all that he knows about those giant blue brutes are how scantily they dress and how hairless they seem to be.

But naturally hairless people cannot possibly know how to style one's hair and do it well, can they? He barely feels all the braids, loops, little ribbons and colourful beads on his head!

And for a folk who are terribly fond of donning just a loincloth for all occasions, somebody has made him a very, very pretty – if rather sheer – silken attire, coloured bluish white. It looks suspiciously like a girl's gown, but beautiful nonetheless in its unadorned simplicity.

Now, he feels most like a prince, if a young and delicate one at that.

He does not miss all the heavily brocaded, constricting, itchy layers required for an Asgardian prince to properly appear in public. He does not miss the heavy golden crownlet with its large, gaudy jewels, either.

Ironic, he thinks, that for a people who claims to be foremost in all things beautiful and strong, the æsir come out… less.