Hey hope your enjoying, just finished BBC's 'And then there were none' which was amazing, definitely recommend. Special thanks to Arianna Le Fay, Zen0207 and thecruelworldwelivein for following and favouriting. I feel like this stories song is 'Guns and horses' by Ellie Goulding but not as upbeat.

"Stunning" was mother's word as she entered my room. My maids had just left. Only leaving my circlet made of platinum to be secured to my head. The white metal contrasting with the oily black of my hair. Just the same as my porcelain skin is opposite to the raven feathers and coal metal of my armour. The pale opals handed down from mothers mother were embedded in the breast plate to show my royal lineage.

Dressed for battle. One nobody would know is going on except myself, with myself. Ironic.

"Come on don't be shy Hel, you look ethereal and everyone is awaiting our arrival" mother ushered us out of my room.

Loki was waiting outside to accompany us to the ceremony. His colours of black and green also complimented him. Giving him a regale and handsome air. We were like razors. Sharp beauty.

I see your sleep has improved

Thankfully he had promised not to mention anything to mother, but I am still annoyed he knows. Bugging me every chance he gets when he is not off working on another little prank. I mean "project"

Yes thank you I dream of other things now. I had no more dreams of death only meetings with Faðir. Which I had steadily come to anticipate.

I smile and look him in the eyes so he knows I am okay. Come to think of it Loki has been quite distant lately. I mainly put it down to Thor finally being crowned heir. But he seemed very distracted like he is when he has a prank to pull off.

Worried I moved towards him feeling this conversation needed to be done the old fashioned way. Mother was far enough away not to hear if we whispered.

"What scheme have you concocted and who for so I may stand as far away from them as possible?"

"Why would you think that Hel" his tone was patronising. It did not help that he was taller.

"I have known you for the whole of my life, you would not think I known something is amiss with Loki. Your pupils are dilating rapidly, your throat has gone dry and that little tick at the top of your lip on the right is quivering. Honestly do you think me blind, it's a surprise I didn't realise it before this morning" my voice trailed off waiting for his answer.

"Did I forget to tell you how absolutely exquisite you look Hel?" I stare at him blankly.

Really.

I am not in the mood for this.

"Fine don't tell me, I'll find out eventually" I stated to tired to try to make any other conversation.

We came up to the grand golden doors of the Throne room. My breathing increased. Mothers name was called as she walked in first, the crowds cheering her arrival.

"ready" sounding like he is trying to reassure both of us. Whatever he had planned was big but I just had too much to worry about. He can look after himself.

"From now on. Always" I took a deep breath and relax letting the weight of my conscious fall of me. Like water in a shower.

It was odd how content I felt with my choice. Although numbness over took me , it was welcome. Only the far off sound of calls could be heard, faces flashed by. I knew what they were thinking. I had changed. No longer the embarrassed blushing child. But a frozen Goddess. That was what I wanted.

A delicate smirk settled on my face.

Synchronised, loki and I walked up to Fathers throne. While Loki bowed, I glided past the warriors three and Sif to come to his left shoulder. I lent down and kissed him on the cheek before moving to stand close to Mother, on her right. Father remained stoic not even bothering with me. But I am numb so nothing matters.

"Goodness this is exciting" reaching out she brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. "I'm so proud of you all".

Her smile was infectious. She reminded my of an excited clucking mother hen.

"I love you too" I whisper softly in her ear.

Locking eyes I finally beamed for the first time this week, and rested my head on her neck for a moment. Letting her smell calm me. reminding my of my childhood. We are opposite, yet similar in the most important way. Suddenly the crowds shouts increase. A great boom of the landing signals his arrival. Removing my face from her neck, I am careful to not tangle her golden hair on my crown. I look up to gaze at him with my ice blue eyes.

He was glorious and golden. The sun. In comparison Loki and I were the moon.

In Romeo & Juliet there is a quote very much like this.

"Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change"

What he must think of me of me now?

Looking at him now I feel like a shy child watching a stranger go about their day. How I wish It didn't feel like we are strangers. I want to be a child again. I would have stopped this from happening. For ever seeing Thor as more than a brother and for him seeing me as more than a sister, just so I could spend time with him again. I was fourteen when I first noticed his change from boy to man. He grew taller and gained more muscle, he became handsome. Never really seeing young men up close, it was fascinating and exciting, other than father and Heimdal (who I enjoyed spending time with more than Odin, and I think he knew it).

He raised Mjolnir into the air and roared like a lion. Lapping up the attention of the city. Mother rolled her eyes playfully. Father however did not look as pleased. I made sure my expression was that of boredom, as if I had no feelings on the matter. I moved back from mother, further up the stairs so I was not in his direct line of sight.

Finally Thor made it to the bottom of the stairs and knelt down placing Mjolnir next to him and removing his helmet. A giant grin was plastered across his face, his grey eyes shining. Thor was in his element. Looking up the grin did not falter as he locked eyes with mother an winked cheekily. She scoffed half heartedly.

Out of the corner of my vision I saw father sigh.

I felt Thor's eyes on me. I pursed my lips in mock distain before turning my face to look at him. He was looking up at me. Like a puppy would adoringly at its owner, In the thrill of the atmosphere he had forgotten where we stood in our relationship. Again it was up to me to stop this runaway horse. I squinted as if I was judging him then turned away dismissively. Making him believe I had found him unworthy. I could almost hear the clench of his jaw.

Opposite me Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun smiled smugly towards Thor. He would not have noticed though as I felt his eyes still on me.

The metallic ring of Fathers sceptre hitting the golden floor echoed across the people. Silencing all.

"Thor" Odin's voice was commanding and deep. Thoughts of Faðir surfaced oddly.

"Odinson my heir" glancing at Loki out of the corner of my vision I saw his upper lip tick in frustration. "My first born, so long entrusted with the mighty hammer Mjolnir"

At this I felt Thor's burning gaze leave me to look up at father with pride. How they were similar, since we were children I could see the resemblance, but never in my twin and I. I take a shuddering breath. Not much longer.

"Forged in the heart of a dying star" Father continued "It's power has no equal, it is a weapon to destroy or a tool to build"

Father stopped as if considering greatly his next words " Tis a fit companion for a king"

I am too morbid to hear anymore and float off in a trance. Looking at nothing in particular.

Soon Thor's deep baritone voice joined Allfather's. Soothing even now. Theirs volume rose with each answering, the words never really being listened to as I already knew what was happening. Thor would become king. Forget about me. Marry Sif. I would marry the lord and be carted off to Valdahiem.

Unaware of the rising excitement in the room as a bid to disengage myself from the soon to be painful situation I thought of the pros and cons of having six children. That was the number I wanted. I just had to convince my future husband. Three boys and three girls maybe, but what names... Esta, no Eska.

The two words from father banished those fantisies.

"Frost Giants!"

Without a second of delay he stood. Motioning to Loki and I, he glided down the stairs to the weapons vault. Thor close to his side. Rage rolled off him like steam from a bath. Frost Giants in the weapons vault was an obsured idea. It is the most heavily guarded part of Asgard.

'Or at least it was' I thought. Walking past the frozen corpses of Bault and Reki. Two of Fathers elite guards I spared with and who didn't complain about my magic was an advantage. My only true friends besides Loki and Sif. Water pooled in my eyes, but I refused to let it escape. Bault was to be married. A lump rises in my throat but no matter how hard I swallow it does not leave.

Our steady foots steps sent ripples in the cold air.

"The Jotums must pay for what they have done" Thor growled bitterly. What upset him more; the death I wonder or the fact his big day was ruined? He always did have a selfish strike.

"They have paid, with their lives" Father answered simply.

Gently I knelt down next to Reki and glanced my fingers over his frozen face, stuck in the expression of terror. So innocent. I did it so softly, terrified I would brake him. He was so young and had only joined the Elite last year.

"The destroyer did its work the casket is safe... all is well"

What!

"All is well" I hissed at the same time as Thor. We locked eyes for a second then both looked away as if we had been burnt.

"They broke into the weapons vault!" he continued to father. After that a heated argument began. I did not join and neither did Loki. Who was looking back and forth between them like in a tennis match. My attention was most focused on the bodies. Honestly it wasn't anything new. It grew in a crescendo until father renounced Thor being king. 'Sending mixed messages are we Father' I thought bitterly.

At that he left, leaving his children with the corpses. He never was a very good father. With all his might and power, he did not know how to handle us. Even from a young age it was always Mother. Soon after Thor also stormed out. Probably embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Like father like son.

Loki gave an apologetic look before following him and saying, "I'll try to make sure he doesn't brake anything"

'Don't make promises you cant keep' I wistfully mused in my head.

Now alone I slumped against the damp wall, letting out sobbing sounds with the constant gasps I let out. This day was meant to go smooth and easy, only it didn't. Two of my closest friends are dead, father and Thor are at odds. Right now he is probably destroying the carful work the servant's put it to decorating the feast hall. Do you think it would surprise many that I would rather stay in the wet, cold and dark. Today couldn't get any worse. Could it?

I can only imagine what havoc will have to be cleaned up upstairs.

Hope you are enjoying it so far. I feel its going well but it would be nice to get some feed back xxxxx