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I was ecstatic when my travels with the Bifrost were done for the day. I wish I could say that I did not fall again when we landed back in Asgard, but if I would say that, it would be a lie. When we landed the second time I instantly fell to the ground by Sif. Thankfully though she did not leave me on the ground like Prince Loki had before.

"S-Sorry Lady Sif, I'm not really used to that thing yet."

Sif smiled at me as she helped me off the ground. "It's alright Sanna I was the same way my first time using the Bifrost." "Really?" I asked unsure if I should believe her or not. Quite honestly I didn't see Sif as the type to fall ever let alone from travelling through the Bifrost. She saw my look of unbelieving and laughed.

"Alright no I didn't have that problem but don't worry you will get the hang of it soon enough."

For some reason I had my doubts. Once Prince Thor said his goodbyes to Heimdall, we finally walked out of the Bifrost. I never felt so relieved to see Asgard again. Sadly my relief of being back was short lived. Right by the walkway to the Bifrost I see seven horses with no owner near them. It doesn't take me long to figure out their intended purpose for being there.

I watched as my six comrades walk up and get on their respective horse with great grace that I was in no possible way capable of. Sif looked down to see me still on the ground by my horse.

"Sanna can you ride?"

Before I could answer her question Prince Loki felt the need to cut in.

"Sif she can't even land correctly when we travel with the Bifrost. What makes you think she can ride a horse?"

I angrily turned my gaze to the prince. "Actually I can ride thank you very much." The prince raised his eyebrows at that. "Oh really? Did you take the royal horses for a ride too while you illegally practiced archery for five months?" I felt my face heat up, not from embarrassment but anger. For a minute I forgot that I was a servant and that I wasn't allowed to talk back to the prince. Quite frankly at this point I could care in the least. I try to hold my tongue but to no avail, before I can stop myself words start to pour out of my mouth.

"You really want to know why I know how to ride?! It's because when I was young my father used to take me riding while he was alive!"

I did not watch to see how my words affected him. I turned back to the horse, swallowing my fear I grabbed hold of the saddle. I heard someone jump off their horse and walk over to me.

"Sanna let me help you."

"I don't need your help Prince Thor." I lied as soon as I recognized his voice, not bothering to look towards him. Not caring how disrespectful I was being, I put my foot in the stirrup and somehow managed to pull myself up onto the horse. I finally looked over to see the light haired prince still staring concernedly. I forced a smile his way.

"I rode when I was 7 my prince, I will be fine."

Yeah Sanna you rode a pony not a horse!

My rational mind yelled at me, but at this point I was so angry with Prince Loki that my irrational mind had taken over entirely. For the first time since my outburst I turned to look at everyone. I saw everyone's looks of pity all directed towards me, the gazes made me feel sick. I also could not help but steal a gaze at the prince that had angered me. Unsurprisingly I see a look of indifference painted on his features.

My glare was torn from him when I heard Sif's voice. "I think I'm going to ride ahead with Sanna to make sure she remembers how to ride properly." I went ahead with Sif, leaving my anger with the prince behind me.

Finally back at the palace, I delve straight into my work I had neglected earlier when I went on the quest. I tried to take out my frustrations by washing the royals' clothes, very aggressively I might add. Sadly though it didn't seem to work very well, I was so angry that I barely noticed another servant coming up behind me.

"Sanna is that you?"

I turn around to see my servant friend Asta standing at the entrance. I heard Asta squeal; she ran over and hugged me profusely. "I haven't seen you in ages, where have you been?" Asta has been my best friend since I came to the palace with my mother. She was the only other servant child at the time so we ended up becoming fast friends.

I had trouble responding to her question. I normally told her everything but telling her of my new adventures seemed risky. "I was chosen to aid the princes on a journey," I said. It wasn't entirely a lie, but she still gave me a very weary look. "Sanna you know you are a horrid liar correct? I believe I have told you that before. Now tell me where you were or I will go to your mother." I winced when she mentioned telling my mother. If my mother found out I had become a warrior after what happened to father…She would have my head on a platter to serve to the royals in no time.

"Alright I will tell you, but if you tell my mother she will have my head."

Her brown eyes lit up in curiosity, "tell me…now!" I walked over to the entrance of the Laundering room and closed the door. I turned back to her seeing her eye me expectantly. I took a deep breath and began to speak. "Do you remember that announcement about Prince Thor wanting an archer to join his group?"

Asta looked at me curiously."Yes I recall that," then anger flashed in her eyes. "I remember now that prince stood up on the royal table as if it were nothing but a stage! Why if he hadn't been a royal I would have tackled him off that table and wrung his handsome neck with my bare hands!"

I put up my hands in a calming gesture. "Easy Asta that is not the reason I brought that up." I said calmingly, "I brought it up because they chose me to be the archer." The anger faded from her eyes and was replaced with a look of excitement. She ran up to me grabbing my hands and started jumping up and down.

"Sanna that's amazing! You've always wanted to be an archer! Granted I thought you were insane when you told me that you were illegally practicing archery about five months ago…But look at you now, your hard work is paying off. I also thought you were insane when you told me you were going to try to learn enchantments, how is that-"

"Asta breathe," I commanded cutting her off in mid sentence. She stopped talking and took a long exaggerated breath. I rolled my eyes at her childish antics. She and I were the same age, but sometimes she acted as if she were a simple prepubescent child. I can barely recall her acting like a young adult once as long as I have known her.

She looked at me impatiently, "Well you haven't answered my questions." Finally I couldn't take her glare any longer. I gave in and told her everything from the arrogant guy making me shoot at the target, to helping fight the Rock Trolls at Nidavellir. I even told her about my encounters with Prince Loki, including the one at the Bifrost. I regretted telling her instantly.

"You made the prince fall on you? Was he embarrassed?"

"Asta it was just a small misunderstanding nothing more. Besides you know as well as I that servants are forbidden to have those types of relations with royals."

I watched as her excitement turned to disappointment. I could not tell her that I thought the prince had blushed, but if I did I would never hear the end of it. In attempts to change the subject I told her about my recent attempts of enchantments. "So you haven't improved at all?" She asked and I shook my head sadly. "I cannot get the enchantment to stay on the object, no matter what I try." At the end of my sentence Asta got a bright look on her face.

"Why not ask the prince for assistance?"

For a second I wondered if she was joking, but when I looked at her she was deadly serious. "Ask Prince Loki for assistance, Asta you surely must be joking. Even if I did ask there is no way in the Nine Realms he would ever aid me." Asta smiled and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Sanna, how would you know if you never ask? I have to go back to the kitchen now. Think about asking him would you? I would hate it if all that work you put into enchantments would go to waste."

Asta then took her hand off my shoulder and left the room. I went back to work but couldn't stop thinking of what she had said. If I asked the prince for help with magic, not saying that I would, but if I did there was no possible way he would agree to now. Not after how I had treated him by the Bifrost.

He did deserve it.

An impulsive thought ran through my head that I did not disagree with in any way. Finally I came to a decision. After finishing my day's work in the Laundering room, I turn on my heel and walk out of the room. Going down to the servant's quarters, I change and enter my bed.

There is no way in the Nine Realms I am asking him for help.

I think as I drift off into sleep.

'I was back at the cave in Nidavellir again, everything dark and ominous. I feel my hair on the back of my neck stand up and I know that there is something behind me. I turn around to the same two Rock Trolls that we killed the same day. "T-This cannot be real." I say to myself as I look at the trolls.

I watch in horror as the trolls grow from their original short stature to tower over me. I look for anything to defend myself with but to no avail. Turning on my heel, I run for the entrance of the cave. I sprint as fast as I can and feel the padding of my feet carry me. But when I reach where the entrance had been, it was no longer there, now replaced by a cave wall.

I turn back to the trolls realizing I am trapped. I feel the chill go up my spine as I see the trolls stare vindictively at me. One troll steps forward, that I immediately recognize as the one that I shot in the eye. I watch horrified, frozen in fear as it raises its fist, and it crashes into me.

Before I can even scream, the scene then changes to reveal my mother crying over me. "Why did you do this to me Sanna?" I heard her muffled plea as she cried over me. I tried to talk and tell her I was fine but my voice wouldn't work. She stops crying and turns to where I stand.

"You wanted to be like your father that much? You had to leave me alone just like he did? How dare you be so selfish!" '

I jolt up in my bed wide awake as my heart beat races. My breathing labored I immediately look over at my mother only to see her fast asleep. I let out a breath of relief. As I look down at her my stomach fills with guilt.

How could I do this to her? Ever since father died I have been all she has. But by learning am I not helping her. I will be able to keep myself alive on journeys…With what though? Archery is not enough to keep me alive for my mother, and I cannot leave her like father did. But I refuse to give up being a warrior. That is something I just can't bring myself to do.

In that case…I do not have a choice then.

My crazy debate in my mind coming to an end, I rip my gaze away from my sleeping mother. I know what I have to do tomorrow. I hate it…but I have no choice. I was incapable of falling back asleep. So I just stayed in my bed and waited until the time was right. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I decided that it was now or never.

I get up out of my bed as quietly as possible, careful not to wake anybody else. Leaving the servant's quarters I start to ascend the stairs to the royal chambers. Once I reach the floor I walk over to Prince Loki's chambers. I hesitate, should I really do this, I thought. But then I thought of the dream, and my mother. All fear that was previously with me vanishes as I knock on the door. I didn't have to wait long, I hear footsteps on the other side and then the door swings open. As soon as it opens I take in Prince Loki's presence. Surprisingly he looks as if he is already fully awake. He gives me a look of amusement and curiosity. I slowly walk over to the prince and stand idly by the chair he is sitting on.

"Sanna what are you doing here? I did not ask for your assistance."

"True you did not. That is because I have come to ask you for your assistance."

The prince's eyebrows shoot up, "oh really? Whatever could you require my aid with?" I feel the nervousness start boiling in my stomach as I look him in the eye. What if he says no? I squashed the thought as soon as it surfaced.

"I-I want you to aid me in magic enchantments."

To my surprise he does not look surprised in the least.

"I was wondering how long it would take to gain enough courage to ask." He says dismissively. Wait he wanted to help me? Confused I try to speak again but he cuts me off.

"I will give you one month. Nothing more, nothing less, if you do not improve that is not of my concern. Meet me in the library at midnight and we will begin your training then, understood?"

Unable to form words, I simply nod. After saying a formal farewell he closes his door and I begin to walk away. Only then did realization hit me.

What in the Nine Realms did I just do?

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