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SITTING THE ROOM WAS DARKENED; Marceline had run for a letter from her husband. The fireplace sat crackling in front of her, wearing the silk Asgardian clothed clothing. The redness of the fire flickered on her face, the snapping of most of the wood sitting in it.
Her eyes shined bright before the fire; accurate as herself. Y/n lifted her hand a little, before moving it forward, testing it out.
Her hand softly felt the tingling of the fire resting along the palm before she moved it further into the fireplace.
The feeling was muted, it was warm and tingly with soft comfort.
Looking at her hand sitting among the fire unfazed; it was a tolerance that was building up in her muscles causing this to feel like nothing but a small tickle.
Staring off at her hand, she didn't bat an eye. Not noticing Marceline who was walking in with letters in her hand, looking up she panicked seeing Y/n about to stick her hand fully into the fire almost in a trance.
"Your Grace!" Marceline exclaimed rushing over to her; throwing the mail to the side and moving both of her hands away from the fireplace.
Almost as if she snapped out of the trance, she looked down at her hands that were inside Marceline's dark palms. Her hands were unharmed, no mark, or scratch laid among her soft skin, she was more than a valkyrie.
With wide eyes, Marceline looked down at Y/n's hands where there was no mark or anything.
"I'm not harmed" Y/n spoke almost stunned in place, ducking her head a bit and lifting her eyes up at Marceline who looked Y/n right in the eyes not knowing what to say.
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Walking the town rested inside of Asgard was hidden under the golden palace. Y/n had changed into a one-sleeved cream gown, that had a metal corset cleavage, the cloth of her sleeve dropped over some of the corest. There was a slit in her leg, showing a bit of her leg she was wearing her warrior shoes with it.
The skies of Asgard were cleared and beautiful light shined down on the people going along with their day. Marceline walked beside Y/n wearing a light pink gown; almost as if she was her guard.
Nothing was on her to-do list since there wasn't a lot to do. Most things she wanted to do was explore the towns that she had never seen before. Of course, she had some glanced among her, but it was nothing outstanding.
People were a bit cowardly now cause of the ruling of Loki; everyone knew how mischievous the god could be.
"Fine mint leaves," A man shouted, he was wearing what looked to be hand-me-downs, and there was a lot of street selling happening outside of the normal shops. This man stood in front of a wine porter. "New fresh fine mint leaves,"
