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Dear Rp partners, Iâm sorry I havenât responded yet. Yesterday was my deadline for my pre-thesis...Iâm going on Holiday as iâm writing this. Itâs currently 6 am. Iâll be back around the 24th of july. So it might be that you wonât hear anything back from me, till then. Sorry for the inconvenience. Hope you all have a lovely july!
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lunagoddesoftheconstellations:
dearlokigodofmischief:
ââ- Lady Sif?Â
Oh, Gods. Of course, this woman would be friends with Sif, wouldnât she? It seemed to be that if Loki didnât come in contact with someone who was somehow connected to Thor, they were still connected to Thorâs friends. In truth, Loki didnât have a very good relationship with most of Thorâs close friends. Publicly, they were supposed to be his friends too, but they werenât.Â
Maybe, of course, with the exception of Fandral. Fandral had always treated him well and went out of his way to not only be kind to him, but to include him in their shenanigans. He and Fandral even spent a fair bit of time together separate from Thor and his group. Loki was, perhaps, a bit too attached to Fandral as a whole. Volstagg was also usually kind to him. Loki wouldnât stretch the truth to say that he and Volstagg were good friends or anything, but they were civil with one another and out of the group, the large redhead seemed to be the most mature.
Hogun and Sif, though? Well, Hogun didnât say much, but he made it perfectly clear that he didnât like Loki and he didnât trust him either. Sif⌠Sif was the worst of them all. It seemed to extend far beyond simple dislike, as Sif seemed to hold a personal vendetta against him. They didnât get along at all and Loki usually preferred to keep his distance from her when possible, just to avoid the headaches.
So much so that he momentarily reconsidered if he wanted to get involved with this young, aspiring Valkyrie after all. Maybe just excusing himself and never bringing this up again would be the best way to go about this. He really didnât need to form any sort of ties to someone who was so close to Sif. That just sounded like a recipe for disaster, like something was going to blow up in his faceâŚ
But his curiosity so often got the best of him.Â
âIâm sure I can come up with some sort of arrangement,â he assured her, only to mentally kick himself. Why was he agreeing to this? And why was she so worried about the possibility of someone walking in on them while they were eating? Sure, the point was a bit of private conversation, butâŚÂ
All the more reason to follow through with meeting with her in private, he supposed. Maybe he would learn more than he was anticipating.Â
âMeet me at the main entrance to the palace once youâve finished with your training tomorrow and weâll find somewhere suitable. Does that sound good to you, my lady?â He glanced back at the cacophony of training Valkyries. âYouâll likely have to deal with the rumors that are sure to spread after this conversation, though,â he added with a bit of a grin. âGood luck.â
He bowed respectfully, though that smile never left his features. He was enjoying himself, perhaps a bit too much. âUntil tomorrow, then.â
Luna smiled politely back at the prince. She noticed when his mind drifted elsewhere. He looked...troubled? Just for a moment...before he answered her. The perfect poise was back in full power and Luna could almost say she just imagined things. However, she had seen it clear as day. Loki had drifted deep into thought and whatever he was thinking...it didnât seem to be about a good thing. Luna wondered why though. What was it she said, that made him go into deep contemplation? She grinned when he finally answered. âWonderful! Iâm really glad about that,â Luna answered him. She was thinking about what would happen during dinner. She really hoped sheâd be able to keep her powers in check. During the fight it had almost slipped out. She didnât know why. It had confused her. Frigga had taught her SO well. Showing Luna how to cloak her magic and Sif teaching her how to keep her cover story up. It was very necessary too, if she wanted to survive. âYes, that sounds good. Iâll see you there then,â Luna answered, blushing as he mentioned the rumours. She chuckled âYeah, probably....Iâm sure I can deal with it. Most of the girls are either into Fandral or Thor. I could never see Fandral like that. Weâre like siblings...at least in spirit. And Thor...well, he is one hulk of muscle. Just not really my type. I prefer the soft spoken ones and clever ones, more than the brawny and buff type. Thank you, I think I can manage,â she grinned, teasing him a little bit. Luna could deal with the rumours, it wasnât like there werenât already enough of them. About her and the warriors three, her and Fandral when they were younger, etc. It also meant that at night both Sif and the Queen would ask her about it. Seeing as they really wanted to know the answer too. Dating someone like Fandral so publicly would expose her more to the public eye...and the royal family too. Bad ideas all around. Luna had told them so many times not to worry. Finally, they just accepted that she knew the severity of hooking up with either royalty or one of the warriors three and dropped it. She returned his bow with a polite curtsy âSee you tomorrow, your Majesty.â she said, before walking back into the fray of aspiring Valkyries.
The next day: After a quick shower, Luna walked up to the main entrance of the palace. She made sure to keep herself cloaked for the majority of the waiting time. Just sitting down on the rocks, waiting for Loki to make an appearance. She was just off to the side of the road, well hidden from sight. Just in case either Frigga, Sif or Odin would walk out. Too much explanations and would Loki walk in on that...well sheâd be made. When she finally heard the familiar voice, she checked her surroundings before uncloaking. Luna stood up and dusted her dress of a bit. She had changed into a dress after training. The dress was a royal blue with studded shoulders. Under this she wore her gladiator sandals, whose ties twirled around ankles like a vine. Finally, her hair was in a high ponytail.
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Hurray, Iâm back from vacation ^^. Iâll get back to posting regularly either tommorow or monday. Thanks for sticking with me.Â
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Hey there, people. Iâll be heading off for vacation tomorrow. Iâll be back on the 26th(strung out) and will try to be respond to my threads around the 27th/28th. Thank you to my rp partners who have been amazing and supportive. Love you lots ^^Â
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notoverlyfond:
Heâd seen the point, knowing she had spotted him before sheâd made her way over towards him. Â Aware that Astrid would be the one to approach, Loki still watched Sif leave the field of practice, more closely than necessary. There may have been tension between them closer to animosity, but that didnât mean he was incapable of admiring the viewâno matter how much Thor tended to admonish him, when he was caught.
At the greeting, his gaze turned, aimed down from his place against the corner. Â "Good morning, miss Astrid,â he returned. Â Dropping down lightly to sit not far from where she had settled, Loki feigned an interest in the others who practiced their skills out ahead of them. Â "I made my way just fine.â
Glancing to the side as she sipped, he considered lies on either side of the truthâthat he had just approached as sheâd finished, or that he had been watching even longer than when he had become distracted from his reading. Â A moment or two of silence, and he settled on the truth merely for ease of conversation.Â
âA few minutes, only,â he shrugged, âlong enough to see you lose your match.â Â The last was a tease, and he allowed his tone and a light smirk to match the words. Â That Astrid had been training with magic under Frigga and now combatâfiguratively and literally, apparentlyâunder Sif was a curiosity he needed to continue to explore. Â
Luna grinned back at him âIâm so glad to hear that, your Majesty,â she said sweetly. Luna was looking at him, noticing that his gaze wasnât focused on her. Which, she was fine with. After him intruding on her magic lessons with Frigga. His eyes could be quite piercing. Staring straight into her very being. At least, thatâs how she experienced it. She still had to figure out what exactly he knew. She smiled when teased her. Luna fake-scoffed âThis time, yeah. Next time, sheâs going to be the one laying on the ground.â Luna let out a soft sigh and took another sip âIf it wasnât for that well placed cut, I wouldâve done the roll perfectly. Hindsight is a useful tool. Allows me to learn from my mistakes. Stops it from happening again. It wonât make me lose. next time,â she spoke truthfully. She let herself slide down the stone, leaning her back against it. Letting the cold stone cool her body down a bit. Thinking about how one encounter had already disrupted her normal schedule. Why did it have to be Prince Loki who had burst in? A servant, sure. A guard, why not. However, one of the princes? That was the worst case scenario...and it had happened. Luna needed to figure out what he knew and deal with it. Either get him to keep quiet or figure out he knew nothing. âSo...what is your planning for the day? Except spying on certain female warriors? This is the second time you have done so. Is this your way of flirting? An interesting strategy for sure,â she teased. Better to keep a humouristic approach to her inquiry. No need to give him full blown stern Astrid, especially when she knew nothing yet. She looked around the field. Glad to see that it was mostly deserted. A perfect place to figure out more. Without any prying eyes or possible intruders.Â
Sparring Partner
lunagoddesoftheconstellations:
dearlokigodofmischief:
ââ- Lunaâs cover was impressive, but Loki wasnât entirely ready to believe such a tale. He fought plenty of warriorsâmale, female, non-binary, non-gendered, and non-humanoidâtime and time again. He never once came across a Midgardian that could match him move for move. Not to mention, the prince was quite gifted when it came to detecting traces of magic in those around him. He could sense it, feel it pulsating around him like a foreign energy slipping out to greet his own.
The Valkyrie-to-be did a good job at hiding her power, that was true, but there was a faint trace around her, something that told him that the front she put on was not real or, at the very least, was only a fraction of the reality that was the young woman.
A grin that was an equal balance of charming and mischievous crossed the princeâs features when the woman finally accepted his offer. For a moment, he thought he might be rejected. It certainly wouldnât have been the first time. Many people fancied his brother over him. Loki was too feminine. Too magical. Too mischievous. Didnât take enough things seriously (as if Thor was the King of Taking Things Seriously?). Loki wasnât a norm for Asgard and he learned that much a long time ago.
But if his assumptions about the mysterious woman he just sparredâand lost toâwere correct, he wasnât the only one out of the pair that happened to be something of an oddity.Â
âOh, fabulous!â He more or less ignored the murmuring of the dozens of trainees that broke out as Loki and Astrid spoke. It seemed like girls never failed to gossip, no matter how much they broke away from their stereotyped gender roles. Even an elite team of female warriors-to-be stood around giggling like school girls at the proposition of a prince to one amongst their rankings.Â
âIf youâre free tomorrow, I have a pretty free evening myself?â he suggested. Okay, not entirely true. Loki usually only had free time if he made it for himself, which meant that he often skipped out on something he decided he didnât want to deal with or attend. Dinner was a common thing he missed out on. Sometimes, he was absent from the training fields, deciding to play hooky in the palaceâs library or even take to the forests around Gladsheim so he could explore without the annoying, watchful eye of those who wished to keep him out of trouble.
âPerhaps a dinner in the palaceâs gardens? Have you ever seen them? Theyâre really quite breathtaking.â But then again, there were the gardens and then there were the private gardens that Lokiâs balcony hung over. Now those? Those were something truly spectacular.
Luna smiled back at Loki when she saw his trademark grin. It made her feel a little bit fuzzy and slightly terrified. It showed her that he knew more than he was letting on. About her? Maybe just in general. It didnât put her at ease, either way. Luna chuckled at his âfabulousâ. It caught her off guard. She had expected something more royal or formal. Sif had told her multiple times how Frigga taught them etiquettes. Always speak with two words, my Lady, etc. etc. Maybe she was just imagining the bad gut feeling? Why would he know? They had barely spoken and while a fight could tell a lot, she had mostly kept her cool. The girls in the back sounded more like white noise. Giving her a little time to contemplate. Contact with the princes had been strictly forbidden by both Frigga and Sif. It would only put her cover on the line. Luna knew these rules by heart. So why? Why did this fight entice her so? She wanted to know more about her sparring partner. Figure out if even he, sometimes felt alone, much like herself. âI should be free tomorrow. The training ends around 5, so that should work out fine.â she explained, looking back at him. Luna grinned. The gardens, ah yes. Frigga had shown them to her, almost immediately after her arrival to Asgard: The sight took her breath away. The air was filled with a lovely flowery scent. A lovely fountain in the exact middle. Luna knew the gardens well. She loved sitting down in the hedge maze, at a dead end. Just staring up at the stars, thinking about her father, her mother and her powers. Of course, she was cloaked during these periods. While the palace gardens were public, having to explain why she was there in the middle of the night...might be tough.Â
âAh, the noble Lady Sif showed me them. They are beautiful indeed,â Luna lied. Just a half truth. She had been shown the gardens, just not by Sif. The title was to throw off the scent even more. Luna couldnât just forget her manners. If she called Sif by simply her first name, the prince might get suspicious.Â
âDinner in open air sounds quite good indeed. The palace gardens arenât exactly private, though. People can come in at any time. With all respect, your Majesty, iâm sure there are enough people whoâd love to listen to your private talks. Trying to discern weak points. Perhaps somewhere more private? Where weâre sure we wonât get disturbed and our conversation canât be overheard?â she offered. More a failsafe. Just in case something goes awry. In case her power suddenly slipped out in the heat of argument. Easier to explain to one person, who has magic himself, than to a hoard of civilians. âSo...do you have such a place at your disposal?â she teased, giving him a sweet smile that also transferred to her eyes.
Sparring Partner
lunagoddesoftheconstellations:
dearlokigodofmischief:
ââ- âOh, you provided me with an excellent challenge and Iâm quite looking forward to a rematch,â Loki assured the woman. âBut donât think taking me down a second time will be quite so easy. Now that Iâve battled you once, I wonât make the same mistakes twice, so if you want to win again, Iâd advise you not stick to the same tactics.â He even went as far as to thrown in a wink, clearly uncaring that heâd lost the match.Â
Unlike the elder Prince of Asgard, he could accept defeat gracefully. Since he swore to refrain from using magic on the training fields unless fighting another sorcerer, sometimes he was bested, either by skilled tactic or brute strength that he simply couldnât overcome. It didnât happen often, but it did happen, and Loki only looked at it as a chance to improve his own skills and learn from the styles of other warriors.
He often wished that some of the others held the same respect for him and his chosen styles that he did for them, but plenty of people wrote him off, like Thor and most of Thorâs friends, even though he had gone toe-to-toe with all of them and come out victorious on more than half of his attempts. Sif and Thor were the absolute worst about accepting defeat, though. Sif was, at the very least, most gracious, though she never let anyone turn down a rematch so she could prove herself against them and learn from their skills.
Thor, on the other hand, was an absolute nightmare if he lost. He was so pigheaded and boisterous that losing was absolutely taboo for him.
âOhââ Loki frowned at the trainer. He didnât really care for the insinuation that the woman had annoyed him or inconvenienced him, as if he was above the woman heâd just lost such a fascinating and engaging battle against. Loki had far more respect for the Valkyrie and inspiring Valkyrie than that. âIt was my pleasure to spar against Lady Astrid,â he assured the woman, his tone somewhat hard to emphasize that everything was fine and her needless concern was not only unnecessary, but somewhat insulting. âI enjoyed the challenge and would love to go up against her again whenever she needs a partner. We provided one another with a wonderful challenge, more than I get from most of these lugs.â He gestured over his shoulder in Thorâs direction.Â
He swore he heard his brother and a few others scuff at the insinuation that they werenât good enough to spar with him.Â
He couldnât really help but eavesdrop on the conversation Astrid carried on with her friends, though. It wasnât exactly intentional. More along the lines of they were still in earshot, not doing much to keep quiet, and Loki possessed extremely sensitive hearing that picked up on most things that others did not. A soft smile touched his lips at the explanation Astrid gave. Most women flocked to Thor, that was true, but at least the woman he fought against seemed to hold a significant amount of respect for him as well, perhaps even more so than her respect for Thor.
After a moment, Loki stepped up alongside the group of women. âI beg your pardon for interrupting and I do hope Iâm not being too forward with such a request, but I would love to speak with you, Astrid, perhaps in a more private setting, without so many onlookers. If youâd be interested in having lunch or dinner with me sometime?â
Luna smiled back âIâd be up for a rematch as well. Donât worry. I wonât make that mistake. One always needs to be alert in battle, more so, if theyâve been in combat with that person before,â she retorted. She felt a blush creep over her cheekbones as Loki winked at her. After that, Luna was quickly enveloped in the other Valkyrie, who hid her slightly. Luna gratefully used the distraction of talking to the girls. The attitude which her trainer was taking to Loki was really starting to annoy her. Her eyebrow rose as she heard Loki explain that he didnât mind. It surprised her. He couldâve easily gotten angry about her. The audacity of her for approaching royalty. After all, she was just a Midgardian, as far as he knew. Luna felt a fire still raging inside her. This battle had unleashed something. She had never felt the urge to use her magic in battle. However, this fight had almost made her do it. It wouldâve been so easy to cloak herself for just a second, just to reappear behind him. She had even felt the familiar tingle in her fingertips. As soon as she realised that Loki wasnât using his magic, she had refrained from using her own powers. Plus, on a battlefield...full of witnesses. It wouldâve been an awful idea. One that could break that impressive cover she had built up, in less than a second. Luna bit her lip to suppress a chuckle when she heard Loki tell the trainer off. She even heard him admit that she was a better match for him, battle wise, than prince Thor. She was glad that she had apparently impressed the prince enough with her fighting techniques. It was an honour in itself: Having a sparring partner graciously accept defeat. Having them praise her after it was done...was almost unique though. Most Valkyrie, like herself, were very competitive. Not easily accepting defeat. The only exceptions were Sif and Fandral. Sif probably because theyâve been sparring since they were young. They grew up together. That bond being more important to both Luna and Sif than winning. Fandral had always been polite. Sure, a womanizer but always gracious when it came to Luna. No flirting, just a polite âmy ladyâ when passing by. A friendly match here and there. After Fandral joined the warriors three, Luna only saw him at the dinner table. He had become too busy. Luna sighed, remembering the many fights they had when they were kids. Playing in Sifâs garden, toy swords at the ready. Shouting their battlecries across the grass. Seeing something move out of the corner of her eye, made her snap out of her thoughts. Hearing Lokiâs deep voice, she turned to face him. It took her a moment to take his words in. A dark blush appearing on her cheeks when she did. Her friend nudged her forward after a while, since she hadnât answered him yet. Luna cleared her throat softly, collecting herself before answering him. Luna smiled softly at him âDonât worry, your Majesty, the conversation was just at its end. Itâs quite all right. Iâm very interested to talk some more with you, as well. After such a thrilling match, how could I not?â she teased, giving him a playful grin. âSo yes, your Majesty. Iâd love to accompany you for lunch or dinner sometime.â she ended her statement, smiling back happily at the prince. She ignored the chatter, just a step behind her, from the girls. Probably gossiping again. Luna found that she couldnât care less at the moment. Her attention was focused on only one thing: Loki.
A Shared Magic
lunagoddesoftheconstellations:
notoverlyfond:
Knowing fully better than to ask Frigga about the girl without her there, aware that showing such curiosity and interest around his mother would have her aware he was hiding something before he had a chance to breathe a word of a lie, Loki simply returned to his rooms upon reentering the palace. Â His own lessons had finished for the day, and he planned to get some rest before exploring the grounds the next day in search of the girl.
Sif he was familiar with. Â She used the palace grounds, as did many others, frequently for training, and she had long been familiar with the royal family. Â Such a known talent being present on any given day tended to draw an audience of observers, making it easy for Loki to know when she had arrived and begun showing off. Â He had only needed to stay in the outer arched hallways, half-listening and half-studying his texts, before the shouts and cheers easily reached his ears.
Tucking the small volume into a fold of his tunic, he dropped down from atop one of the arches, landing on the outer retaining wall of the pathway, striding along its smooth fitted stones until it terminated into one of the outer palace walls. Â There, he leaned a shoulder against shimmering stone, aware that he could be seen if one were only to look up and away from combat, and content for the moment to watch Sif and the girl on the training field. Â It had not been a certainty that Astrid would have arrived with her, but he was pleased to watch as his waiting had not been in vain.Â
Luna foresaw Sif charging and quickly rolled out of the way. She winced as the cut on her shin burned. Sif quickly used the opening to pin Luna under her. âFine, you win!â Luna exclaims.  Sif looks at her with triumphant smile. She pulls Luna up by her hand. âBetter luck next time, sis,â Sif teases. Sif slaps a hand on Lunaâs shoulder and turns away. Thatâs when Luna notices Loki leaning against the stone. She nudges Sif and points to Loki. âSis, we have a spectator,â Luna said. Sif followed Lunaâs finger and her big smile turned into a smirk. She turned to Luna and sighed âYou got him involved. So, heâs your problem. Figure out what he knows. If itâs too much, Iâll deal with it,â she answered honestly. Sif grabs her bag, lugging it over her shoulder. She takes a large sip from her water, before walking off the field. Probably for a shower back home. Luna lets out a deep sigh, before grabbing her own bag and water, walking over to Loki. She dabs her forehead with a towel. âGood morning, your Majesty. I hope you got back to the palace okay, yesterday?â she asks sweetly, sitting on a stone and crossing her legs. âSo, how long have you been watching us, exactly? Trying to figure out my battle tactics?â she teases, taking a sip from her water. Luna wonders if Loki knew about her being a Valkyrie. Well, an aspiring Valkyrie. Sif couldâve told Thor, who mightâve told Loki. She was just gonna have to find out.
A Shared Magic
lunagoddesoftheconstellations:
notoverlyfond:
Blinking several times in reaction to Astridâs far-too-close yell, Loki retained a polite posture, arms tucked behind his back as he heard sounds of an approaching figure. The woman who entered the kitchen, however, led his eyes to widen despite his best efforts at exterior composure.
ââŚLady Sif,â he greeted, inclining his head just-so in a gesture of respect. He bowed to no one but his parents, of course, but the warrior woman was quite esteemed in Asgard as well as other realms.Â
There was an edge to both of their tones, not anger, not frustration, but a quality which led Loki to believe that more was being said than the mere words which reached his ears. Exploring that would have to wait for another day, however, as Sifâs cold demeanor indicated he was clearly not welcome to stay.
âYes, I must be getting back to the palace,â he agreed. Turning from Sif to face Astrid once again, he followed her to to the door. âAny time,â he offered, well aware that doing so would annoy the woman behind them, and so making his voice loud enough for her to easily hear. âIt was a pleasure to meet you. Goodnight.â Laying it on thick with another tilt of his head, Loki turned from the door and stepped away, only more curious than he had been, at first.
Luna quickly noticed Sifâs cold demeanour against Loki. She also noticed how Loki kept his words short. She smiled back at him as he took his leave. Luna could hear Sifâs teeth gritting. She even heard a huff when Loki said it was a pleasure. âThank you, your Majesty. Iâm glad to finally meet youâ she said, before closing the door behind him Sif waited a couple of beats until she was sure Loki had gone. She even checked through the peephole. After that, she quickly walked up to Luna and grabbed her forearm. âLOKI?! Really? Youâd better explain this...â Sif seethed as she pulled Luna along to their bedroom. Sif closed the door and Luna explained the whole story. âIt started with my training session with Frigga..â Luna began The next morning: Luna was on the training field, in the middle of a friendly sparring match with Sif. Well, thatâs what it looked like. In fact, it was Sif who was venting her rage into the battle. Still angry that Luna had been discovered. During magical training, no less. Both girls just hoped he hadnât seen anything.
Luna took a hit on her shins, which made her buckle, before she retaliated and cut a thin slice on Sifâs cheek. âOh, youâre gonna get it now, Astrid,â Sif teased âBring it, Niece!â Luna retorted, before sprinting forwards.
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lunagoddesoftheconstellations:
dearlokigodofmischief:
ââ- âA pleasure to meet you, Astrid,â Loki murmured, though he couldnât help but feel as if that name wasnât accurate. He couldnât really put his finger on it, but Astrid seemed exceptionally genuine right up until the moment she gave her name. It was such a slight deviation that no one would notice. No one but Loki, that was, because Loki was the best of the best when it came to sniffing out and detecting lies.
But, for the time being, they were strangers, and he wasnât about to call her out on a hunch.Â
Besides, he was much more interested in the chance to actually battle a Valkyrie, even if she was only in training. So, without a second thought, Loki pushed himself up and followed the woman out onto the sparring fields. Her trainer looked at them with shock and, perhaps, just a little bit of horror. Most people werenât brave enough to challenge one of the princes to a friendly sparring match and Loki had to imagine that the Valkyrie usually trained with one another rather than other warriors.
Holding out his hand, he conjured a golden staff that shimmered in the sun. There wasnât anything particularly special about it. Not even the color stood out considering where they were. Asgard was dripping in gold, especially the capital, Gladsheim.Â
It wasnât a very intimidating looking weapon, but aside from a pair of daggers or a set of throwing knives, Loki was the most deadly with a longer weapon in his hands. For some reason, the intermediate length of most swords always threw him off. He never was much of a swordfighter, and often suffered for it.
He didnât even get a chance to say anything before Astrid lashed out at him. Loki caught the tip of her blade easily with the staff and using his strength behind the weapon, he shoved her backward.Â
In reality, Loki and Astrid seemed to be pretty evenly matched for a while. As she assessed, Loki was a cunning warrior who didnât just rely on his skills with a weapon or his strength to guide him through battle. While he did withhold himself from using magic, he calculated every step he took and often switched things up at the last second to disorient his partners. What they were expecting was never what they got.
Loki landed a few solid blows on Astrid, but for every blow he landed, she returned the favor, and neither of them managed to take the other down long enough for a decisive victory to be declared. He wasnât really sure just how long theyâd been at it, but he could feel himself getting tired.
Lokiâs duels never usually latest this long. For the most part, Loki was faster than the majority of his opponents, and he was able to take them down with a mixture of speed, quick attacks, and simple application of wits, but Astrid? Oh, she seemed to know just how to match every single one of his steps.
At least until she managed to disarm him. How she managed to pull his staff out of his hands, he couldnât quite process in the split second that it happened, but he quickly found his weapon on the ground behind her and her sword pointed at his throat. He could have continued without a weapon, but that was a foolish move, one only made by someone who was unwilling to lose out of desperation to protect oneâs life or our of embarrassment for admitting defeat.
Loki, however, held up his hands in surrender. âI yield,â he announced, loud enough for Astrid and those who gathered around to witness their long-winded battle to hear.
The other aspiring Valkyrie were quite easy to beat, apart from a select few. Loki was different from them however. She noticed that all the rumours she had heard about the prince were true. The man was fast. He matched her speed perfectly and he calculated every move carefully. She was glad she had challenged him. He was a good opponent for her. A real challenge. Every blow Loki landed, she retaliated quickly. Finally, she saw an opening. She pushed her sword between the staff and his body before yanking sharply. The staff flew out of his hands. Luna saw as it landed behind her. She pointed her sword at his throat and waited for his next move. She smiled when he surrendered and slid her sword back in its sheath. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm down after the fight. Adrenaline still surging through her body. Luna looked around the field as Lokiâs statement had attracted quite a lot of attention. Only then, did she realise that the training had probably ended ages ago. All of them spectating their battle instead. Luna sighed. She turned back to Loki and gave a small curtsey âThank you very much for battling me, Prince Loki. It was an intense fight. One I can learn from a lot. I hope we can be sparring partners again in the future.â she ended with a smile, looking at him. The trainer quickly approached them both, making a deep bow to Loki âApologies, your Majesty. I hope Astrid didnât inconvenience you? Weâre at an odd number of girls at the moment, so she didnât have a sparring partner... Iâm grateful you could step in.â she said. Luna did her best to keep her face in check. She couldnât help but feel a little bit insulted. Sure, she was just a trainee but she was also top of her group. As the match had shown they were quite evenly matched. She wasnât just a stupid girl...although she did want to make others believe that. So, she just had to shrug it off and keep her face in check. No need to make a big fuss.Â
Luna walked away from the scene and towards her friend, Edith. She gave her a big hug, bouncing them up and down. The behaviour made both girls laugh. âAstrid, did I just see that correctly? You challenged Prince Loki to a friendly sparring match...and won?!â she said, still mid laugh. Luna grinned âYes, you saw that correctly...canât quite believe it myself. Heâs a very skilled fighter. I thought I was going down a couple of times during the match. It was a close call. â Luna praised. The girls had only moved about 20 steps away from Loki and the trainer. The other Valkyries enveloped her. They quickly started asking questions. âHow did you beat Prince Loki?â âWhy didnât you battle Thor?â âHow did Thor look, how was his hair?!â âYesss Astrid, tell us!!â Luna shook her head softly âThey both looked fine. I didnât go for Thor, because Prince Loki is the more tactical fighter. A battle not just in might but also in wits. Which it turned out to be.â she retorted Luna looked between the girls, trying to gauge Lokiâs reaction.Â
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While physical contact was not strange to Lokiâhe hugged his mother with affection, embraced his brother in excitement, clasped arms with their friends in greeting and congratulationsâwalking so bodily close with someone he had only just met was not what he would consider comfortable.
Allowing Astrid to steer their way, Loki made mental note of the paths they followed, wishing to remember the way should he have need to repeat the journey at another time. They left the palace proper more quickly than he had anticipated, passing through the outer grounds. Though he found it curious, given what he had seen in the room with Frigga, his comments aloud as they walked merely focused on the courtâs bountiful gardens, and how the current season was visiting them well.
âOurâ. The word stood out in Astridâs welcome, and Lokiâs eyes narrowed. The building was a familiar sight, but not one he had been to, personally. Even as he tried to recall why it pinged his memory, she was inviting him inside.Â
âOf course,â he deferred the thank-you before accepting, âyes, thank you.â With one long step forward, he entered the house, peering around from his place just inside the doorway. âIâm sure I mustnât stay long,â he led, âif your family is not expecting sudden visitorsâŚâ
Luna smiled âOh donât worry, she doesnât mind...I think?â Luna walked back to Lokiâs side, shouting âIâm home and Iâve brought a guest!â down the hall. Just so Sif didnât call her Luna. Would be bad if Loki discovered her magic and her true identity on the same night. Sif quickly walked into the kitchen âHey Astrid, how has your evening been? You said you had a guest who might that....Oh, hello Lokiâ Sif replied, with a slightly icy tone. Luna knew it was mostly to keep up pretences. Sif didnât really like Loki to begin with. With Luna added to Sifâs family inviting anyone home was just threatening exposure. So, she kept a cold manner with Loki. She however was good friends with Thor. Luna shared a look with Sif âPrince Loki saw me walking back from the palace and he decided to escort me home, isnât that nice?â she lied. She would tell Sif the whole story later. After Loki was way out of earshot. Sif smirked âOh, well thanks Loki for âescortingâ my niece home. I expect you canât stay out past curfew? Shouldnât you be going?â she sneered. Luna sighed, looking back at Loki. âWell, thank you for escorting me home, your Majesty.â she smiled, holding the door open again âItâs been a long day, I think both me and Sif want to catch some sleep before training tomorrow. I hope you have a lovely rest of the evening.â she ended.
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Both Loki and Thor were instructed to wait until the throne room had been cleared of its temporary occupantsâat which point, the princes followed their parents to the Great Hall, the pair of them unable to keep from grinning. The thunderer nudged his brother playfully, looking more than excited to partake in the celebration and, perhaps, score himself an evening with a womanâŚor two (if Fandral had not scrounged the more eligible bachelorettes prior to their arrival). These intentions were not vocalized, for fear of Odinâs disapproval, yet even he would not interfere with his sonsâ shenanigansâthe Valkyrie were more suitable for the noble duo than the Asgardian commonfolk.
As the large, golden doors opened to reveal the royal family, those within the walls of the hall once again erupted into a deafening applause. The praise was something the trickster never grew tired of; though not solely for him, the energy of the crowd was enough to be shared so that each member of Odinâs family felt powerful and importantâit might as well have been reserved for him alone.
The party was in full-swing, the kitchen maids and servers revealing lavish food and drink under shining, domed lids, attendees ushered forward to fill their plates as high as they so wished, as many times as they felt compelled. Thinking Thor would be preoccupied with the allure of a boundless feast, Loki slunk along the outskirts of the room, heading toward the table of women who were, at that moment, the eveningâs main attractionâhis sight set on one. However, even Thor would forfeit immediate indulgence for a chance to speak to the Valkyrie, Lokiâs tunnel-vision intercepted as his brother came into frame, draping one arm over Astridâs shoulders, the other along her friendâs. He stopped in his tracks, an onlooker to the scene before him, like many others.
âCongratulations, ladies,â he boomed, flashing a wide, handsome smile.Â
Luna and Edith looked up at the thunderous applause. It was hard to miss who was walking in with a choir of: âOh my god, thatâs Prince Thor! He looks even more handsome than before, how is this possible? Girl, do you see those pecs?â âUgh, canât they just behave like decent human beings?â Luna groaned to which Edith wholeheartedly agreed, âSeriously, itâs like theyâre in heat or something. Ughâ Edith retorted Luna saw a shadow coming up behind her. She quickly turned towards it, her battle instincts kicking in. She relaxed when she saw Thorâs friendly face. Phew, not a creep then. âGood evening, Prince Thor. Thank you, very much.â Luna said softly, trying to hide her increasing blush. Astrid grinned, having spotted both princes before her friend. She turned towards Thor âWhy, thank you, Prince Thor. Now..Iâm kind of starving, would you like to help me with my choices? I see so much foreign food and Iâm not really one for entrails...if you catch my drift?â Thor laughed heartily âAh, a lady after my own heart: one with an appetite. Of course, always happy to help. Donât worry, Iâll make sure you only pick amazing food.â He said, releasing the arm around Lunaâs shoulder, which made her relax. Edith grinned, âIâm so glad to hear that, your Majesty. My name is Edith, by the way. â she said, pulling herself closer to his side before they walked towards the feast. Luna smiled as she watched them go. Followed, of course, by the plethora of complaining voices : âOh my god, he chose EDITH?! Iâm so much prettier than she is.â âI know, right? She doesnât deserve him!âÂ
Luna looked around the room for a familiar face. She didnât see Fandral, probably already off with one of the girls. Sif had stayed home, catching up on sleep after a long mission. No luck there, then. She did spot a waitress with a silver platter, on which glasses with cider were poised. Luna quickly grabbed one and took a large sip. She decided she should just make the best of this scenario as she looked around for good conversation partners.Â
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Back straightening further at permission gained, Loki offered a sincere smile to his mother, nodding his head at her farewell. He had expected a bit more difficulty, or to be told he was not to follow Astrid, but he was certainly pleased with the response. âThank you, mother.â Walking forward, he leaned to kiss her cheek before rejoining Astrid. Â
Internally, he startled at the arm that slipped through the space between his elbow and his side. Externally, he merely looked down, and then brought his forearm up to cross his middle, making a better hook for her. It certainly wouldnât do to give her a win so early.Â
âMy pleasure,â he assured her, bidding his mother a final goodnight before leading Astrid out of the practice hall. âYou will have to show me the way, however.â
Luna smiled, snuggling just a bit closer than necessary. She had to admit: she loved teasing the prince. âIâm glad to hear that, your Majesty. Oh, of course. Iâll lead the way, thenâ Luna spoke confidently, leading them through the gardens. Luna led the two of them out of the palace walls and into the little town that lay next to it. How was Sif going to react? She had broken two rules. Donât talk to the princes and donât get caught training with Frigga. Mentally, Luna added a third: donât flirt with the princes. She walked up to the house they shared, wondering if Loki had ever been here, before opening the door with her key. She kept the door open should Loki want to join her. âYour Majesty, I welcome you into our little abodeâ she spoke theatrically, motioning her hand out. âThank you for escorting me home, would you like to come in? â she spoke softly, grabbing a glass of ice water for herself from the tap.
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A carefully crafted smile remained steadfast on Lokiâs face, though the gears of his mind cranked onward behind its facade. There was more to the scene he had interrupted, but he would not learn anything by asking directly. For instance, he had not been able to make a sustainable fire summoning so early in his own teachingsâeither this young girl was far more powerful than he, or she was lying about the lengths at which she had been trained. He hoped for the latter, though the possibility of the former certainly intrigued him.
His motherâs succinct call to end the lesson only furthered his suspicion, but her word was lawâthere would be nothing for him to observe. Neither did he have a lesson to continue should the girl leave, which left him with a different avenue.Â
âIâll escort you back,â he offered, his voice and tone the picture of princely propriety. âThat is,â he led, having already halfway turned to follow Astridâs motion, âif itâs alright with you, motherâŚâ
Luna turned her head back at the princesâ statement. Wait, he wanted to escort her? What was his game? Didnât he come here to talk with Frigga? âOf course, my son. Iâm sure you and Astrid have things to discuss. Iâll see you both later, at your own individual training sessions. For now, good night and get some rest.â Frigga ended, turning back towards the fire, signalling the end of the conversation. Damn, had he seen after all? Luna didnât like Friggaâs insinuation. She hoped this walk wouldnât turn sour. Or that if it did, she would find a way to make Loki keep quiet about her magic. Luna nodded, walking over to Loki. She hooked her arm in his, waiting for his reaction âThank you, Iâd like that. Only if you want to, I donât mean to burden you. Iâm sure you have better things to do than lead me back home.â she explained, giving him her sweetest smile.
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notoverlyfond:
Having come around the corner just in time to see the fire bending out of its shape and return to the hearth, Lokiâs eyes threatened to widen even as he kept their lids carefully in place. To know something was a delicate privilege; making that knowledge public, especially before it was fully understood, caused it to lose its power. As much as he felt this girl was in his place, he kept the feelings out of his expression. Â
Eyes shifting to the girl whose form was gilded around the edges from the fireâs light, Loki kept his face calm still, despite the note of recognition flitting through his mind. She was familiar, but even as his mother said it, he was aware that they had not ever met. He smiled at Frigga, standing straighter at her praise before he stepped forward to meet the girl, Astrid, partway.Â
âPleasure,â he spoke smoothly, clasping her hand just long enough to be proper. Eyes on Astrid, but sentiment aimed behind her, he added, âMother is an excellent teacher. Has she taught you long?â
Luna smiled âQueen Frigga is a very talented teacher, indeed. Oh no, not long at all. I still have much to learn. Iâm just a beginnerâ she lied.
She couldnât tell Loki that she had been training under Frigga for most of her life. It would only spark more questions. Questions she couldnât answer; questions that put her life at risk. Luna looked back at Frigga, seeing a bright smile on the Queenâs face. It mirrored that of the prince.
âWell, we were just finishing up. I think we should call it a night, donât you agree, Astrid? â Frigga spoke, while smiling back at Loki.
Luna smiled. Such a clever woman, giving her an excuse to make herself scarce. She had to admit, she didnât feel completely comfortable in Lokiâs presence. It felt like he could see straight through her. She hoped it was just her paranoia talking.Â
âI agree, my Queen. Till the next time.â Luna spoke, bowing politely before starting to make her way out of the room. Â
