As a fierce but mute warrior, you have always face the brunt of Loki's jokes regarding your capabilities. When his famous Silver Tongue is sowed shut as a punishment, guess who he has to turn to for help.

I got this imagine from the Imagine Loki page on Tumblr. Go check it out it is actually really awesome. I plan on posting this one there too, but as I want to post all chapters close to each other I will do that once I finished.

I want to quickly remind you that this story takes place just before, during and after Thor receives Mjölnir. I am following the Norse Mythology with this one…


'I see that I can have a quiet training today.' Loki snickered as he walked onto the training grounds where I was currently training. Loki, or actually prince Loki, had this nasty habit of looking down upon me. His patronizing behaviour was mostly just annoying, and I had enough smarts to not engage him about it, for as smart as he might be he would never understand. He was a prince after all, bred and raised to feel superior to those around, and boy did this one think so. I had some form of respect for him on the battle field, he was a fierce warrior and his skills were of notable rank, but that was where the respect ended.

From the day I were born it had become clear I would never be able to speak. My family was shocked and had treated me like a glass sculpture ever since. My brothers were allowed to train and go outside, but I as the only girl and not only that but a mute girl, wasn't supposed to leave the house. I acknowledged their need to protect me for the first hundred years of my life, but as I grew older I could no longer approve. I didn't want to live my life locked behind safe walls that started to feel like a prison, I wanted to live! To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, the soft pull of the wind that whipped my hair. I wanted to be free. And so against my parents' wishes I started to train combat techniques.

It turned out I could handle myself around weapons better than any would have imagined. My strength had captured the eyes, or eye, off the allfather, and I was invited to train in the royal army. That invitation had been my safe card. With the money I earned as a soldier, I was able to move out. I had bought a small cottage in the woods close to the castle. It was about a ten minute walk to the castle, if you didn't linger in the beautiful forest. I almost always lingered and took about half an hour just to get to the palace.

I had taken the walk out here today, even though I had no guard duty, because I felt like training. Sure I could have simply trained at home, but it quickly became less fun to train by yourself. However I had arrived to find an empty field. It was still early in the morning after all but I had wanted to go swimming this afternoon, so it seemed like a wasted walk out here as I was still training alone.

I bowed to the prince as stiffly as I could, making sure he saw how much I disrespected him. I had to bow, it was part of my job, but that did not mean I respected the guy.

Today he was wearing a light, leather armour. His raven locks were tied into a short pony-tail and he was carrying his usual daggers on his hips. I knew he had many more hidden over his body, but even without those he was a fierce warrior when wielding his Seidr.

As always when Loki arrived, Thor was not far behind. The golden god of thunder seemed to shadow his younger and darker brother a lot. That was one thing I had always found ironic, to see the light follow the dark.

'The lady Kyra what a pleasant surprise to see you present today.'

I bowed deep towards Thor before smiling at the jubilant god. Thor was indeed far more fitting of my respect than his brother. He was still inexperienced in leading and gave himself too much credit, but that was something he would learn in time. He was a crown-prince after all, he would learn to keep his ego in check in order to properly lead Asgard and its soldiers.

Loki snickered. 'It is not really polite not to great your prince you know Lady Kyra. Such a silent treatment. hehehe'

I rolled my eyes. What a ludicrous thing to say my prince, I thought wishing I would be able to speak those words out loud.

I turned back to Thor, and put my hands in front of my chest, palms towards me and thumbs up. I slowly moved both my thumbs to the outside, seemingly sticking the out. It was a simple sign for 'how are you' that most people I frequently saw understood.

Thor smiled brightly. 'I am very well my Lady. I hope you are the same?'

I nodded and pointed at the training grounds. After a few days of training here it had become painfully clear that I needed some way to communicate the most basic of sentences. As a soldier I only had to follow my order, but without any form of communication it was hard to find any place I would fit in.

I had started with simple signs to communicate basic questions such as 'How are you', 'I don't understand' but also simple responses that went further than just nodding. This meant I could communicate fairly well with people I regularly saw. For the more difficult questions I would usually grab a notebook and write them out, or just search for the answer myself in a book. It was far from ideal, but it was better than anything I had ever had and I was fairly happy with this.

Thor motioned towards my double swords. 'Care to spar with me?' I nodded to him and Thor took out his big double edged sword. I was usually fighting with dual swords, which meant I had a sword in every hand. This put me at a disadvantage to soldiers who could use a shield, as I had less to protect my body with. Thor's sword however was meant to be wielded with two hands. It was a weapon that relied purely on the strength of its wielder and their skill to dodge their opponents attacks. The weapon fitted Thor very well. His combat style was opposite of mine, as was his weapon, and that made our little spars very interesting.

We were probably evenly matched, and I won as much as I lost. He might be a prince but that didn't mean I had to contain myself. It was because he was Thor, prince of Asgard that I didn't. He had to be strong.

'Are you sure you want to fight her brother? She can't even cry out in pain and defeat.'

I seriously started to wonder if Loki could do anything different than comment on the fact that I was mute. It would seem quite funny from his point of view with his famous Silver Tongue. I was not about to let him distract me though.

This spar was over fairly quick. Thor was in a blithesome mood which made him advance the first. I quickly used this against him, ducking below the first slash of his sword and twirling around towards his unprotected back. He had expected me to catch his sword with mine, so the lack of obstruction caught him by surprise. With a swift kick I accelerated his fall forward, helped by the strength he had put in his swing. With a hard thud the god of thunder fell on his stomach on the training grounds. Trying to get up, only to feel the sharp point of a sword biting in his neck.

The god smiled and raised his arms in defeat. 'I admit defeat my Lady.' He thundered over the training field. I raised my swords to safely tuck them away in their holding place, before stretching my hand towards the fallen god. Thor rolled over, and accepted my hand to get up.

'You are in prime condition my Lady. It is not usual for me to be defeated within seconds of starting a match.'

I bowed showing my thanks and respect. Would the prince have concentrated better he would surely be defeated less easily. The problem was that he had expected me to take a certain action when I had not. I could not tell him however, so simply thanking him for the spar was all I would do.

'Hehehe Brother I doubt I have ever seen anyone fall quite as elegant on their face as I did today.' The dark prince was laughing, almost toppled over, and holding his stomach. Tears were streaming down his face.

Before Thor could answer to this I had grabbed my swords from my back and was motioning Loki into the training ring. Loki scowled but accepted the challenge, as he walked towards me and grabbed his daggers.

'Remember brother, no using your Seidr.' The prince scowled even more at that. If Loki was allowed the privilege of using his magic, I wouldn't stand a chance. No one would and thus the rule had been set that he couldn't. Some exceptions were made, seeing as he had to train while using magic once in a while to not lose his skill, but other than that magic was a no go.

This match took a while longer, and I really struggled against the prince. As I had said he was a fierce and skilled warrior, even without magic. The result however was the same, the prince biting the dust of the field.

It would be a lie to say I weren't slightly happy about that. Loki and I rarely sparred, but when we did it was usually him taking the win. I had been training very hard for weeks now to try and break through the ceiling I was hiccupping against. It seemed I had finally gained some skills.

As was the custom, I stretched my arm to help him up. Loki however was having none of it and simply glared my way before standing up himself. His pride had clearly took quite the hit. It probably did not help that his brother was laughing as loud as the thunder itself just a few feet away. Deciding his pride had been hurt enough, I deeply bowed to show my thanks and appreciation. This seemed to only anger the dark prince more.

'I do not need you to show your respect to me when you clearly cheated in this match!' He growled to me.

'Brother you can't be seriously implying what I think you are. The match was in good sports, and the Lady won. There is no shame in admitting defeat to a strong opponent.' Thor stepped in. I nodded to him, showing my thanks. I had no way of defending myself without talking and he knew that.

'I do not admit defeat to her.' Loki growled.

Thor was about to argue with his brother but I stopped him with my hand on his shoulder. This was not something the princes should argue about, they were brothers after all, I did not wish to cause a fight.

With my right hand I drew a circle over my heart, the sign for sorry. I did not know what I was exactly apologizing for, maybe it wasn't for anything, but the prince seemed to calm a bit.

'I am glad you apologise for cheating. Though it is a silent apology I will accept it.'

I only just managed to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. That would most certainly not better the situation. Loki was pretty much stuck on his high horse and it would take an army to get him down from there. The idea of him being beaten by a mere soldier, one without a voice even, wasn't something he would accept.

With a simple wave to Thor I excused myself from the training ground. Maybe it was better to train on my own after all.