A/N: Hi there. Well, this is (officially) my first chapter. I really hope you like it. Along the way I will be making a couple of notes and, as such, I think it is important that I tell you about the timeline used for this story. I decided that I will use MCU Thor's backstory but with some minor changes. That is, I will consider that everything happened years before the movie says so. To give you an estimation, Thor was born somewhere around 1,980 BC, Loki is 10 years younger than Thor, Balder is 50 years younger than Thor and Eydís is 160 years younger than the eldest.

A/N2: Growth rate is slower for asgardians. In my mind that is why Thor and Loki had a very small age gap between them. Whereas Balder and Eydís are much younger. The latter being the smallest.

Enjoy and reveiw :)

Eydís' day had gone as follows:

She had gotten up at the her normal waking hour (which was around 8). She had carefully selected an outfit for her morning routine so that meant a pair of copper-colored trousers, a short-sleeved, white blouse, a copper corset and her favorite brown, gladiator sandals (many people had told her that sandals were not proper to wear on a fighting arena but she simply felt more comfortable using those than boots and she had proved everyone wrong about her shoes pretty quickly). Her long, curly, dark-brown hair had been tamed by a simple french braid and satisfied with her looks, she left her room for the kitchens before heading to the practicing area.

After eating her porridge she found her eldest brother at the training area. The golden prince. Thor. He was laughing heartedly with his friends. Well, at least with Volstagg and Fandral (Hogun was as serious as always). Sif saw her arriving, sending a smile in Eydís' direction. The princess smiled back and waved a hand for her female comrade. Even though none of them (except of course, Thor) really got along with Loki, Eydís respected them as warriors and had, indeed grown very fond of them through the years. They were always nice to her.

She liked spending time with them but Sif was her favorite. Maybe because she was the first real female warrior to have ever earned the title. Eydís saw her as a role model and an inspiration on that ground, though she felt a little sorry for her romantic life. It was plain for her to see how Lady Sif felt for Thor but apparently her brother was a bit too thick to see it or maybe, just maybe, he did not want to see it because he was afraid he might actually like Sif as a life partner. Either way the young princess pitied her comrade and was always glad to help her as much as she could.

As for the three men, it was as impossible to choose a favorite one as it was to succeed at separating them. They were all unique and they complemented each other real good. When one grew tired of Fandral's flirty attitude you could just turn and laugh with Volstagg or just join Hogun's silent contemplations. This last one was also the one Eydís would go for advice in case Loki was too busy to listen to her (which was almost never for her and she loved it). As one would expect from someone as observant as Hogun, he thought very carefully about his words before they left his lips. Though when talking about weapons or training, he could be the toughest teacher too. His mentality consisted on "learning from experience". He would hardly explain anything when you would suddenly be attacked by his mace (well, mostly the mace but it could be almost anything). Well disciplined and very strict, his method was the one to have delivered the better results to Eydís but she couldn't deny her other teachers.

Fandral was almost the opposite. While he was quite disciplined and kind of an artist with any type of blade, he was a little more care-free. His lessons would mostly consist on him demonstrating the right pose for this technique or that. Closely followed by his insistence of correcting Eydís' body posture with a little slap of his blade. It was a bit annoying to be honest but she had learned from the best. No one could deny that she was a good pupil and with some more practice she had the potential of becoming a formidable rival. Still, it was hard to conclude a session with Fandral. If he caught eye of some fair maiden, he would most likely disappear after one last instruction without a goodbye leaving his pupil down to her luck. Once it had happened that Eydís had been practicing the same estocade for over ten minutes before she realized she had been left alone. That was the day she had met the Volstagg style.

Though a bit reluctant at the beginning, Volstagg had agreed on training Eydís on the fine art of pugilism. She couldn't say that was her favorite fighting style but it had come handy in a couple of times. Also, thanks to Volstagg's training, she had strengthen some muscles needed for other weapons such as the bow and arrow and even horseriding. Apparently, the stances had made her legs stronger, helping her to develop an enviable, free-styled horse riding, even without a saddle. He was definitely less strict than Hogun but he didn't ditch her like Fandral. He was a giant teddy bear that Eydís actually liked hugging and be hugged by. When she felt sad he was one of the first people to notice and would do everything in his power to bring out at least a smile from her.

Anyways, she had sparred with Sif and Fandral for her routinely hour and a half. Then she excused herself and went to the stables. Her white mare getting excited as she saw her mistress coming.

– Hello Månen. Good morning to you too, – Eydís said to her mare gently as she caressed Månen's head. – Are you ready?

Eydís mounted and off they went. They crossed the palace's back courtyard and followed the stone path all the way into the city but aiming for the moors. Månen was fast, very fast and Eydís loved her even more for that. She felt like a shooting star on her mare as everything around them was left behind in a blurr. Feeling the wind on her face at that speed made the princess feel very alive and knowing that she shared it with this majestic animal only enhanced the experience. An experience that had only strengthen with time, no matter that the road was always the same.

After a couple minutes, the city was left behind. Eydís guided her horse off the road and into a rocky, semi-hidden path that lead into the moors. Månen jumped the rocks, dodged the trees with zig-zag moves, crossed the little stream and climbed up the hill that separated her and her maiden from their usual place. This spot per se was not that astonishing, just a vast plateau with a couple of very old trees spread here and there, but the view. The view was marvelous. From there they could see the palace and its vastness along with the city all the way to the bifrost chamber. Still, there was one thing that she loved looking at even more on this place and there were only other two places in the city that brought her a similar thrill. The sky.

At this precise place, the sky looked even more astounding than mostly anywhere else. Besides, here, out in the open, she could think things through without feeling observed. She wouldn't study the sky here, she wouldn't wonder about other realms here. She would simply appreciate the sky and all the stars that danced in it. You'll see, Eydís liked giving everything she loved a place and a time. In her garden, for example, she had eyes only for her flowers (at least 9 out of 10 times). In the training arena, she would just spar or train, nothing more (considering the great amount of men that tried to flirt there with some maidens showing off their abilities). At the library, she would study or just read for fun. Here, here she could just gaze upon the sky, unlike the sky-map tower where she intently studied the stars along her brother Loki.

Eydís and Månen stayed there for a good half hour before heading back. She reached the palace around 11 and went straight to her room for a bath and a change of garments before joining her mother at their usual midday lesson.

Of course, she first went to the stables to feed her mare. At noon, sharp, the princess had arrived at the parlor her mother had designated for her studies which varied from day to day and, to be honest, they depended on her mother's mood. There were some days in which Queen Frigg would teach her how to dance. Other times, she would teach her how to paint. Other activities included but were not limited to: learn how to play an instrument, focus on a particular musical score, learn about asgardian history, learn about other realms, know about politics, traditions, sewing, knitting and, her personal favorite, using magic.

She had been slow to develop this ability and almost no one expected her to have the gift at all. After she turned her first millennia without even showing a glimpse of magical talent, the old masters had lost all hope in her. They sort of regretted that she didn't turn out like the Queen or the second Prince. So it was actually a surprise when it happened but that is a tale for another time.

That day, she found not only her mother in the room, but her father and brothers as well. It was very unusual. Even more the mood around them. Her mother looked real sad as she sat on the golden satin chaise, eyes casted to the floor. Her hands were laid palm down on her lap, above her lavender, bell-sleeved, boat-necked dress embroidered with silver thread. Her hair had been put up with care in an elegant bun. Eydís loved her mother so much. She saw her with awe not only due to her beauty but her knowledge and wisdom.

To her right, also sitting down, was Loki. Her brother was surrounding their mother with his left arm, looking at the older woman very tenderly. His lips just a fine line on his marble chiseled face. Thor was on the other side of the room, already bathed and changed. His back was pressed to the wall and his strong arms were crossed over his chest. He too was looking to the floor, mute but certainly distressed. The All-Father had his back to her. He looked to the gardens beyond the balcony intently as Eydís saw how his fists lightly bumped each other.

The room in question (often called the Practice room by her) was vast. Vast enough for her to dance, vast enough to welcome a small orchestra of ten people without crowding the place and still maintaining the amazing sound (this also due to the high roof supported by granite columns). Directly opposite to the entrance were two tall, casement windows and the door to the balcony. The light that came in at noon was perfect for activities such as painting and the sight was very inspiring.

To the left of the entrance, there was a great cabinet were mother and daughter would place their painting materials along with the frames they were working on. Frigg was making a portrait of the Healing faculty on a 40x60 cm frame, highly detailed and with just a little more color than the original view. Eydís had been having trouble on deciding what to paint next but she had settled with a new constellation Loki and her had discovered a few nights back. It was considerably smaller than her mother's and with far less detail but Eydís had grown fond of this particular frame due to one thing: it was the first time she was attempting at painting the sky. Colors were a bit smudged and it still needed a lot of layers but it would come through. Eventually.

Additionally to the chaise Queen Frigg was using, there was one identical couch in the room directly opposite to the first. Along those, there were two corner section couches. One to her far right, way behind the one her mother was using, the other parallel to it on the far left corner. The balcony had two small benches on each corner that perfectly matched the marble floor. Each one could welcome two people at the time, or one Volstagg in his case. They mostly used the space to bring out a pair of stools and an easel for each one. Unless it rained, only then would the pair of women would stay inside to paint.

Still, the moment Odin turned, Eydís suddenly felt claustrophobic. She wanted to leave the room and run, run as if her life depended on it and by the looks on everyone, it was not too far fetched from the truth.

– Eydís, my daughter, – Odin began solemnly, – we need to speak with you.

I know I posted this a little early but I was going to be busy tomorrow so I'm not sure I would have been able to deliver this at the moment I wanted to soooo, I decided to publish earlier rather than late.

I hope you liked it.

OH! Btw, if you want to correctly pronounce Eydís' mare name, just listen to the word "moon" in norwegian. :)