What if all your life you thought you were nothing more than a normal human and that you still didn't think any of it as you found out that you could use runes to give you powers that others didn't have?
This is a story of a young woman that, after...
The week went by fast and soon it would be time to go back to Midgard again. Loki had ridden out with you nearly every day, always being the horse but you loved this side of him. You had fallen in love with the realm of the Gods and the thought of leaving pained you. Tonight, Loki had asked you to wear a casual dress and so you did. You stood in front of your wardrobe. Loki, Frigga and different people had given you various clothes and you were sure, you would never be able to take them all to Stark Tower. You pulled out a hanger with a basic brown dress on it. It was nothing special but you liked it.
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You put it on and brained one side of your hair till your neck, fixing it halfway down with a hair needle, leaving the rest open. You looked into the mirror as it knocked at the door. You opened it and standing there in the hallway was the Allmother Frigga. You allowed her in and sat down with her on a small couch behind the door.
"What is the inducement for your visit, your Majesty?" you asked friendly. Frigga smiled at you as well.
"Please, call me Frigga, dear. I've come to thank you for handling Loki. I know he can be difficult at times and it must have been hard for you to be patient with him but I'm really happy that you are there for him. He had hard times and we made mistakes. The last time I have seen him smile genuinely, was a long time ago and I feared I would never see this smile again, especially as I was informed, that he had been locked away. Thor told me at times that he would be cold towards anyone and that he would let no one in. I even fretted that I would never see him again," Frigga spoke, regret written all over her face.
"But then Heimdall told me my son would open up to a woman and that he started to smile again. I was so happy and hope bloomed in me again." The woman stopped and took a breath.
"You are doing him well, (Y/N). He's happier than... ever. He smiles more and he is actually really friendly. Usually, it is rare to meet him and he is not moody but since you two came here, he is different. Maybe it is a little intrusive from me but I hope you'll stay by his side," she ended her explanation. A small grin had taken over your face and your heart was swelling with joy.
"Your- Frigga, I am honored that you have such a high opinion of me. I don't have anything against being with your son. He is a lovely man even if he can be moody at times but I wouldn't want him any other way. I must say, I may have fallen for him and I wouldn't want to leave him. I don't know what will happen in the future but as long as I can I'll be there for him," you answered, your face burning red. The blond woman grabbed your hand and looked you in the eyes.
"He feels the same, my dear. He may had one or two women before but he never treated them like you. He cares about you infinitely and I'm sure, he'll do anything to keep you safe." You both smiled at each other for a moment. Then it knocked at the door. Frigga let go of your hands gently as you called for the person to come in.
The door opened and Loki stood there. His eyes widened as he saw his mother and you sitting behind the door.
"Hello, my dear son," she smiled, shaking Loki from his shock.
"Hello, mother. Am I allowed to abduct (Y/N)?" he asked, his hands behind his back.
"I don't have a problem with this. (Y/N) and I were just finished talking and from my side, she is all yours," Frigga answered, standing up. She left and so you and Loki were alone.
The dark-haired prince stepped closer and grabbed your hands, looking deep into your eyes.
"(Y/N), I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere with me this evening. Down at the market, a folk festival is held today and I asked myself if you wanted to attempt it with me. It's nothing special or fancy but-" you cut him off by kissing his cheek.
"I would love to," you said. Loki grinned from ear to ear.
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You both were skipping through the streets of Asgard, following the sound of music. As soon as you had heard the happy tunes your steppes had quickened and soon you were nearly dragging Loki through the streets.
You rounded a corner and were now running down a winding road. It leat directly to the market place and enabled the outlook onto the market place. Warm light shone from the fairy lights and people over people were gathered on the place.
You stopped near a booth, taking in the sight. People were talking, eating or drinking. In the middle of everything, people were dancing. An incredible energy seemed to pulse, following the rhythm.
Loki held your hand tighter, pulling you towards a small booth to get you both a drink. It reminded you of beer but tasted way more sweet and silken. Also, it was warm and seemed to have butter in it.
The dark-haired man next to you giggled as the drink left behind a foam beard on your upper lip. You whipped it away with the back of your hand and blushed lightly. After you finished your drinks, a song came on that made you drag Loki into the dancing crowd. You walked backward, always facing the God of mischief. No one cared that the Prince himself was standing in the crowd. They were busied, concentrating on more important things, like their partner in front of them.
Loki enjoyed only being one of many, dancing with the woman that held his heart. It was a folksy dance, matching the melody. One time you were dancing hand pressed against hand, your free ones behind your back and walking in one direction only to turn around and walking around each other the other way; then you were spun around by hands on your hips, giving you the momentum to rotate around yourself. This game went on as long as the song played and till Loki caught you in his arms, your's launching around his neck. You both were breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes. Your heart beat harder with every second passing till it nearly jumped out of your chest. You both leaned in and finally your lips met. It was a soft, tender kiss but it set your soul on fire.
Way too soon his cold pink lips felt yours. (E/C) eyes stared in green ones as foreheads pressed against each other. If you didn't know previously, you would have known then, that you never wanted to kiss a set of other lips again.
