The beginning
Word count- 1372
Read time- 6 minutes
Behind the eons old golden doors,
Cloaked and draped with velvet curtains,
Beneath the darkest deep dungeons,
Lies the regal secrets-
Forbidden to know, hushed in the air.
Masquerade behind the crescent smiles,
Twinkling trinkets and blue bloodied,
But when these secrets began to creep out, tear
Through the concreted covers,
It absolutely disturbs the rest of the wall;
The whole legacy.
Asgard
Year 19512 of Odin's Rule
The Royal Wing, Valaskjálf, Idávðll
Akir (Ak-Er) had been doubtful great times in his life, but this time- this time he was sure. If the planned work then- 'Oh Hail Sweet Norns' and if not...
It was not unknown to him how much love his mother held for spanking.
"Loki, let me tell, if something happened you will be answering to my mother."
"And what shall I answer pal?" Loki said nonchalantly.
Akir deeply snorted as he looked at the boy of his own age.
Maybe a little younger if count
"Loki this matter is not to make fun of; there is my head on the platter to be offered."
Okay, that was a bit too much
"Who is that foolish person willing to take your oafish head by the by?"
Akir folded his arms on the chest and pouted but then felt like a fool and regretted his gesture as Loki paid no 'so much needed attention' to him.
He turned his eyes towards the direction his 'not so dear friend for now' was looking at.
Queen Frigga's new handmaidens
They were standing-hidden behind that one of many colossal while marble pillars that decorated the corridors of the royal palace towards the way to royal gardens.
Akir was about to speak something but before that Loki cut him
"You remember the plan."
"The plan." Akir repeated.
"Yes, the plan."
Did he?
The plan...the plan…
Oh yes!
"Yes-yes, I do remember a plan." Akir said thoughtfully. Loki raised his brow in uneasiness to which he raised his brows in confusion.
"What?"
"You do really remember the plan." Loki emphasized each and every word.
"I do." Akir declared profoundly.
"Then go!"
Akir got startled as Loki pushed him without any cautious words. To which he tried to show his anger but Loki totally ignored him and lipped 'GO'
We will get clear in a moment
Akir began to walk towards the handmaidens that were standing a little far away, to the other marble pole.
From the days they were but little boys Loki had this habit of ordering things and declaring his choices as final decisions. It was not that Akir blamed him for it because- well, Loki really has to do nothing with that habit as he was supposedly 'The prince of the realm' and belonged to the most pure blood of Asgard and he, his blood was not even close to the blood that of lowest noble.
For Loki, it is as instinctive as for Akir to naught but to agree to his commands.
"Ladies" The women turned their heads towards Akir. The maiden with red hair spoke-
"What boy?"
Akir craned his neck to look at their complete face.
They weren't looking THAT big from afar
Were they?
Oh daughters of Dvalin, they were giantesses
"Ah…."
What was the plan?
"What has happened Lilliput?" the other brunette spoke.
Lilliput!
What did she mean by Lilliput?
He turned his head back to look at Loki who was…
Shaking his head…?
"What?" Akir soundlessly mouthed to which Loki began to snap his fingers.
Has he gone mad?
"Are you trying to mock us?" the redhead spat.
Ah-oh
"NO…" Akir said sounding a little louder than he'd thought he would.
"Then what you want?"
"I just…ah…" he looked a little down to the clothes they were wearing. He hasn't really thought about it before as it was just common that Queen frequently changes the uniform styles and colors of the servants and handmaidens but now as he looked…they were little odd…atypical to what a handmaiden of the Queen would wore.
The dark mahogany colored robe, beneath were black garments and brown color sandals and…oxidized trinkets…? Ornaments…?
They looked "Funny"
Akir gasped and instantly closed the mouth with his palms
Words never return to void
oOo
Run
Run for life, for…?
Whatever!
"You told me they were handmaidens!" Akir shouted as they run through the golden corridors.
"Yes I said there were handmaidens but I don't know why-where your bloody mind was wandering that you don't even saw that they left." Loki screeched closer to his ear as they stopped after a long escape.
Oh my ears norns!
"What?" Akir said as he tapped his ears with his palms to stop the ringing sound. "When they left-I-I didn't see them left!" he exclaimed.
Loki smacked his head.
"That is the reason why I'm saying- WHERE WAS YOUR NUTMIND AT?"
Akir sighed deeply as Loki continued. "I tried to call you out but-but you wasn't even listening where in the realm of death was you! You know who they were! They were fire giantesses of Svartalfheim!"
"Fire giantesses!"
"Yes, Fire giantesses, if they had gone mad they would've burn you in literal sense."
Akir opened his mouth comically thinking about how fire giants can burn people with just their touch.
"What they were doing here?" Akir asked to himself but Loki answered nonetheless.
"They are immigrant fire giants of Muspelhiem, the one of many those that do not want to live under the leadership of Surtr, so, Asgard and Svartalfheim both have collaborated together to help the giant refugees to get settled to various places across nine and beyond."
"How are Asgard and Svartalfheim together and why in Hel do they are helping the giants-I-I mean aren't they their enemies…" Akir shrugged "…This...Diplomacy…I just cannot understand it, ever." He throws his hands in the air.
Loki chuckled. "Diplomacy is the art of telling people to go to hel in such a way that they ask for directions." [1]
"What..?" Akir arched his brow at the perplexity of the sentence that his friend just spoke.
"Nothing" Loki shook his head.
After a moment of silence Akir spoke-
"What we will do now?"
"Let us see."
They began to walk.
It was astonishing to think that, these hallways were eons old.
Yes, the aging bronze and gold walls and ceiling make it predictable enough to say that the passageways were old but- to think it as for how many thousands of years had been people walking through them-
It was just so prideful to think that- 'The realm eternal' was truly, the right respected name to be called out for Asgard.
"Loki"
Loki made a sound in his throat as telling him to continue.
"I'm…sorry." Akir softly said.
Loki turned his face. "For what?"
"That…because of my foolishness your plan got failed and…" Akir looked down the floor as he waited for Loki to speak but when he remained quiet, too long for his likings he lifted his chin only to see Loki staring at him with the expressions he could not understand.
But before he could show his concern Loki laughed.
"Oh Akir, what has happened to you today, I call you foolish and oafish that doesn't mean you really are one. Are you?" he laughed more.
Akir nervously laughed.
"Do not worry about anything; let those maidens have few more days in glory."
Akir nodded.
"And about what we shall do and I think we should visit Hlin (Hill-in)."
Akir looked at him with bewilderment.
He has truly gone mad
It was just a few hours left before dinner time.
Hlin lived in Forsael, which was 6 miles (10 kilometers) far away from Idávðll, lest be Valaskjálf.
"We cannot go there unless we desire to skip our night meal. And that is not what I'm wishing to sacrifice for the sake that you want to meet your girlfriend."
At the same, he ended he bit his tongue in regret. He knew he'd gone far and he didn't even want to go.
Norns please, Loki don't get hurt
"First of all, I've told you millennia times that Hlin is just my friend…"
"I know" Akir muttered slowly.
"…and second we wouldn't be skipping our meals."
Akir wasn't about to ask how but Loki still continues.
"We'll go with teleportation."
No
oOo
Glimpse from the future:
'Loki!'
'My prince, what has happen to him?'
'Akir, tell me!'
'I told him not to!
'Told him not to what?'
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NOTE: [1] – "Diplomacy is the art of telling people to go to hell in such a way that they ask for directions." It is a quote by Winston Churchill
NOTE: The lines of the prologue mentioned above are sincerely a fantastic shittiest, poem by me, Oh, so severely I am proud of!
Now fingers crossed and pray to the lord the son God that this new writer out of nowhere will surely publish the next chapter. ;)
Also, this is a Dark fantasy with sub-genre, like there will will be…romance, drama, hurt, comfort, family, and everything else left. This is a whole series so….what do ya expect?
p.s.- I'm just dreaming so mars high like I don't even know will I able to complete this whole thing or not?
Pray for me people! (Even if you're an atheist)