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I am really enjoying this story guys. It's one I've wanted to start writing for a long time, but between work and family issues, I never got a chance. It's so lovely to be able to sit down and immerse myself in something I enjoy. I just hope you guys enjoy too!

I am taking this slow as I don't want to reveal too much of each character straight away. :D

Credit totally goes to the lovely lifeofasingaholic on tumblr for letting me use her fantastic and rather fitting edit of our lovely Loki which will be uploaded and added tonight.. along with one more chapter!

It had been a tense few hours of the young prince, he flinched and winched every time Geira picked up a belong that he felt an attachment to. The girl could see this, and she did not let it change her mannerisms. Loki was furious that a peasant would be so at ease in his company. He was above her in his mind, he was well educated, he doubted this girl could even read, let alone hold a stimulating conversation. Loki rolled his eyes as she dropped one of his less favourite book, he sauntered across his cell and slumped onto his bed, not caring if he was elegant and regal at this point. He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling of his cell. He could hear Geira shuffling around, but he was bemused, he could feel an aura off the young girl, she was warm, and not to the touch, but her mere presence was warm. Loki did not find it appealing in the slightest, or so he tried to tell himself.

Geira took no notice of Loki's little huff, finding it immature and slightly obscure that he would ask for company, and proceed to ignore said company. It brought a slight smile to her face, she found it amusing. He was so childlike, yet making him admit that, she thought, would be a huge challenge that she intended to complete. She heard his breathing start to become deeper, more relaxed. She carefully turned to look at the man, laying in a peaceful slumber. For the first time since their meeting, she look at Loki, properly, although still from a distance. She traced the sharp angles of his jaw, his high set cheek bones and those lips that would very much intoxicate anyone who was close enough to them. She shook her head slightly and scrunches her nose slightly, her thoughts were obviously polluted by Loki's magic. Why would she only now find him beautiful. Geira turned away from Loki, she almost jumped out of her skin when she realised she had been being watched, and not just by the guards, but by Frigga, Queen of Asgard, Mother of Thor.. and Loki. Geira instantly dropped down and knelt to her queen.

Frigga smiled at the sweet young girl and slowly brought one delicate finger to her lips and very quietly shh'd Geira.

Geira slowly stood up and nodded slightly, in bewilderment as of what to do, she simply stood there in amazement staring at the queen. Frigga signalled to her, to come out of the cell. Geira nodded and hurried towards the exit Frigga had created, she quietly slipped out of the cell and Frigga closed the gap, Geira could see the pain in her eyes when doing this. Frigga hated locking her own son in that awful cell.

'My dear,' Frigga began, 'It does my heart well to know my boy will not be so alone, but I will warn you of his tricks before you have to fall for them.' Geira nodded, watching every move the queen made, as she walked towards a bench the guards would sit on, she was so effortless, like she floated across the cracked cobble floor. Frigga elegantly sat down and gently patted the spot beside her, Geira moved toward the bench, noticing how the queens gaze was fixed on her sleeping son, she sat down and rested her hands on her knees, waiting for the queens next words.

'Loki.. Loki is a very special young man..' Frigga paused looking at the young girl, 'My dear, I apologise, beg forgive me, but I have not caught your name.' Geira was shocked, the queen was so polite, so well mannered, the opposite of Loki, so it appeared.

'My name, your majesty, is Geira.' Geira bowed her head slightly as she spoke.

'My dearest Geira, do not stand on ceremony around me, please.' Frigga smiled softly at the beauty that sat before her, the queens eyes seemed to dance and sing a joyful song as Geira caught a glimpse of her. Geira nodded slightly and returned the smile.

'As I was saying.. Loki. He is a special boy.. He is a sweet boy. But do not fall for his deception. It pains me to say this, but do not believe how he makes you feel. I have warned so many only to see them tortured by his emotional games. I will not let the same happen to a delicate creature like yourself.' Geira felt her chest tighten and she could not breathe. Frigga, The Queen of Asgard, was complimenting her! She could not believe her fortune.

'I thank you, Your majesty. I shall be vigilant at all times, I will serve Loki well, however I shall not disappoint you, either.' Geira could barely get the words out, but she hoped they sounded as genuine as they were. Frigga smiled and stood up, she bent slightly at the waist and placed a small, dainty little kiss at the top of Geira's head.

'Pray forgive me, I have so enjoyed your company Geira, but I should not even be down here, I must return to the Palace..' Frigga glanced at her son, then back to Geira with obvious pain in her eyes, and she whispered ever so quietly, 'Please, look after him.' With those last words, the Queen seemed to dance up the staircase and out of sight.

Geira was left on the bench, bewildered and in awe of the Queens compassion and kindness. She cleared her throat slightly and the guard shot around and glared at her, Geira took a deep breath and stood up, mustering the courage to talk to the menacing guard.

'Can you please let me back in, sir?' She stated, trying to keep composure.

The guard just grunted and walked towards Loki's cell, waving his arm haphazardly in the direction of the cell. Geira took this as an invitation to follow, as she did, she could see the gap forming in the barrier. She passed quietly into the cell, and it was once again sealed. Geira glanced over to the bed to see Loki still blissfully unaware of what had just taken place, she smiled slightly to herself, thinking of the love she saw in his mothers eyes when she spoke of him. Loki was luckier than he would ever know. He would always have unconditional love.

Geira sat on the now, hastily repaired wooden seat and turned the pages of a book that had been tossed by the bed, she ran her fingers over the stained crinkled pages, staring at the symbols, wishing them to make sense to her. It was no use, she could not read, she did not know what each symbol mean't, what it signified. Geira could feel herself becoming upset, she stood and as she did, the chair suddenly gave way once again, it creaked and finally crumbled, the noise of the wood falling on the hard surface of the cells floor woke the slumbering prince. Loki slowly sat up and glared at her, then taught a view of the chair. He grit his teeth and muttered at Geira,

'What this time? Are you snooping again.. Ar-Are..' Loki was interrupted. He stared at Geira.

'My mother. She was here. Why did you let me sleep?!' Loki's voice was becoming harsher and louder, it made Geira's stomach knot and for the first time in his presence, she felt fear. Loki seemed to snap out of whatever rage induced trance he was in when he saw the fear strike into Geira's eyes. He took a deep breath and slowly moved towards her.

'Do not fear me,' The prince spoke softly now. 'Please, do not fear me..' he seemed almost to plead.

Geira swallowed the lump that had appeared in the dainty little neck and nodded slightly.

'I apologise, Loki. You simply startled me. Your mother was here. She passed by to make sure we were getting along.' Her words seemed unsure and her voice quivered. Loki nodded slightly and returned to his bed, he sat down, elegantly this time, he rest his elbow on his knee and rubbed his long fingers along his brow slowly with a stern look on his face, his eyelids covering his beautifully striking green eyes. Geira felt a stab of jealously, for what reason she could not understand, but when she could not see his eyes, she could not see him.

'Would you like to talk, Loki?' Geira bravely asked.

'No, No I would not. Now please, can you tidy that mess you've made, please?' Loki snapped back at her. Geira did not understand how he could go from raging, to kind, to down right rude.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes and began to gather pieces of Loki's broken chair.