I Am A Prince

INDIE AESIR LOKISON SEMI-SELECTIVE OC RP. SON OF LOKI AND SIGYN FROM NORSE MYTHOLOGY AND MARVEL.

[fortheloveofcare]

[raevynnwritingdesk]

Baseball awards nights were a large part of Aesir's life and job on the team and an even bigger part for Megan as his wife. "So awards will be done by nine, we can play polite for an hour and then I'll ring for an Uber, sound good?" He called out, leaning forward in the mirror to fix his tie for his tuxedo.

Megan had busied herself among the many dresses that hung in her closet, most of them used for nights like this, otherwise were ones that her mother insisted she wear to Frost events. Many of those were either in a silver or white. Pushing the very Frost gowns to the side she stood back and gave another glance. Reds, blues, and a few greys or blacks stared back at her. “Sounds perfect.” She angled her head to look at him in the mirror. “Which tie are you wearing, love?”

[princeofthecold-blog]

"Neither will I." Aesir responded genuinely, his fingers interlacing with hers. It was times like these that he was reminded of how hard he bad worked to get to where he was currently, something he tried not to take for granted. "Shall I drive or ring a taxi?"

[saturday-studying]

10.22.18

Essay writing for my English class, def should not have left this until the last minute. Oh well, tea shall get me through ☕️

[raevynnwritingdesk]

Baseball awards nights were a large part of Aesir's life and job on the team and an even bigger part for Megan as his wife. "So awards will be done by nine, we can play polite for an hour and then I'll ring for an Uber, sound good?" He called out, leaning forward in the mirror to fix his tie for his tuxedo.

Megan had busied herself among the many dresses that hung in her closet, most of them used for nights like this, otherwise were ones that her mother insisted she wear to Frost events. Many of those were either in a silver or white. Pushing the very Frost gowns to the side she stood back and gave another glance. Reds, blues, and a few greys or blacks stared back at her. “Sounds perfect.” She angled her head to look at him in the mirror. “Which tie are you wearing, love?”

[raevynnwritingdesk]

princeofthecold‌:

“Save the white for our next wedding.” He returned, both joking and being serious, as a second wedding between them was probably something inevitable. Pulling away from the mirror he walked towards Megan at the closet, peering at her event gowns in front of them. “Outshine them all. Go the backless sapphire.” One hand was outstretched towards a sequined, backless sapphire coloured dress.

“Next wedding.” She laughs. It’s a silly thought, for her especially, but she doesn’t fully brush it under the rug either. Rather she tucks it away to bring up later. Maybe they would need to have another wedding at some point. “Backless sapphire…” She takes his words to heart and retrieves the gown before he gets the chance. It glitters in the light of their room and without another word she turns on her heel, taking to the other side of the room where she steps into the gown. “Help me with the buttons, darling?”

[princeofthecold-blog]

In their little world, fashion was something that they both cared about and on many an occasion, Aesir would match his suit to Megan's dress, or the other way would ensure. It made them both happy. He walked across the room calmly and buttoned her into the stunning gown. "Done." He announced with a kiss on the back of her neck.

[raevynnwritingdesk]

Baseball awards nights were a large part of Aesir's life and job on the team and an even bigger part for Megan as his wife. "So awards will be done by nine, we can play polite for an hour and then I'll ring for an Uber, sound good?" He called out, leaning forward in the mirror to fix his tie for his tuxedo.

Megan had busied herself among the many dresses that hung in her closet, most of them used for nights like this, otherwise were ones that her mother insisted she wear to Frost events. Many of those were either in a silver or white. Pushing the very Frost gowns to the side she stood back and gave another glance. Reds, blues, and a few greys or blacks stared back at her. “Sounds perfect.” She angled her head to look at him in the mirror. “Which tie are you wearing, love?”

[raevynnwritingdesk]

princeofthecold‌:

“Blue.” Aesir called back to her, his gaze shifting from his tie to his hair, working at the short, cropped style with a meticulous hand. Blue, white, and black were his team colours, it was only appropriate that he wear a stunning, rich blue tie against a black tuxedo. “What dresses are you looking at dear?”

Blue. She eyed the blue gowns, manicured nails tapping idly on her hip. Appropriate, she thought, that he would wear team colours to a team held event. Though also appropriate that it would have been his colour of choice regardless, hence the various blue dresses locked in her gaze. “I was thinking blue or black, I’d like to avoid mother’s gowns and the possibility of looking like a bride at the ceremony.”

[princeofthecold-blog]

"Save the white for our next wedding." He returned, both joking and being serious, as a second wedding between them was probably something inevitable. Pulling away from the mirror he walked towards Megan at the closet, peering at her event gowns in front of them. "Outshine them all. Go the backless sapphire." One hand was outstretched towards a sequined, backless sapphire coloured dress.

[raevynnwritingdesk]

Baseball awards nights were a large part of Aesir's life and job on the team and an even bigger part for Megan as his wife. "So awards will be done by nine, we can play polite for an hour and then I'll ring for an Uber, sound good?" He called out, leaning forward in the mirror to fix his tie for his tuxedo.

Megan had busied herself among the many dresses that hung in her closet, most of them used for nights like this, otherwise were ones that her mother insisted she wear to Frost events. Many of those were either in a silver or white. Pushing the very Frost gowns to the side she stood back and gave another glance. Reds, blues, and a few greys or blacks stared back at her. “Sounds perfect.” She angled her head to look at him in the mirror. “Which tie are you wearing, love?”

[princeofthecold-blog]

"Blue." Aesir called back to her, his gaze shifting from his tie to his hair, working at the short, cropped style with a meticulous hand. Blue, white, and black were his team colours, it was only appropriate that he wear a stunning, rich blue tie against a black tuxedo. "What dresses are you looking at dear?"

[autumnal-ember]

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[princeofthecold-blog]

raevynnwritingdesk:

Megan nursed the wine glass. She watched the way he smiled, and set her glass down to allow for the food to be placed in front of her. The smell was somehow even better than how it looked.

Her eyes caught the card, and she picked it up to turn it over between her fingernails. “Oh…” Her teeth bit into her lip as he began eating. She slipped the card into her wallet before following suit, a smile falling on her lips. “My god, this is amazing.”

The food was vaguely reminiscent of his home, similar flavors in an awkward dance. Similar, but not the same. He had grown too accustomed to his life at home and returning to Midgard was jarring. People no longer parted for his way upon seeing him, food was different and people even tended to look down at him.

It was irritating to say the least.

“I am glad that you enjoy it.”

[raevynnwritingdesk]

princeofthecold:

Aesir picked something off of the menu that he knew she would enjoy as much as him, assuming that her palate hadn’t changed too dramatically in the years since he’d been gone. Once the waiter had refilled their glasses and left, Aesir let a question that had been sitting on his tongue finally come to fruit. 

“Are you ever going to be able to forgive me for leaving?” The question was blunt and strong, piercing through the awkward silence like a knife, leaving a gaping hole between the veil of politeness that had risen up between them.

Her fingers flitted around on the small device, scrolling through articles she’d have to read in full later. Then switching over to a list of things she had for class. Anything that would distract her from right now, from this moment. With as much as she’d wanted him to be there she hadn’t had the time to prepare herself.

“I–” Her mind fell silent, giving no help where she needed it most. Could she forgive him? He was worth the pain, but only once. “I don’t know…” Her slowly crumbling walls were being rebuilt brick by brick. “I want to, but you just came back today. I need time.”

[princeofthecold-blog]

It was better than he had been expecting, especially since her wine was still in her glass and not in his lap. A warm smile spread across his face as their dinner arrived, the man nodding before he produced a business card for a classy hotel, placing it on the table in between them. 

“This is the place that I’m staying at. Feel free to come by anytime you want. It’s beautifully high end.” He explained, picking up a fork and beginning on the meal.

[raevynnwritingdesk]

princeofthecold:

“No, unless you had any questions that you wanted to ask me.” He replied calmly, picking up his wine and sipping at it, looking over the rim of the glass at Megan. He was placing her details, comparing them to the younger version of herself that he fell in love with. There was so much he wanted to say and do with and to her, but even he understood that anything that was going to happen between them, was happening on her terms. 

“Shall we order dinner?” He asked calmly, spotting a waiter walking hesitantly towards the pair, like he was determining whether they were ready or not. Aesir nodded at the man before he returned his attention back to Megan.

Megan shook her head, “No, no. Nothing else.” Not for the moment anyhow. The menu had gone long forgotten on the table and her nerves had spiked at least ten degrees. She nodded and ran her fingers through her hair.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” Her voice was soft, demure, and she’d taken to her glass quickly as if it could wash down the awful taste in her mouth. She looked at the waiter with a small smile before turning her attention down to her phone, a message chiming in which she swiped away with ease.

[princeofthecold-blog]

Aesir picked something off of the menu that he knew she would enjoy as much as him, assuming that her palate hadn’t changed too dramatically in the years since he’d been gone. Once the waiter had refilled their glasses and left, Aesir let a question that had been sitting on his tongue finally come to fruit. 

“Are you ever going to be able to forgive me for leaving?” The question was blunt and strong, piercing through the awkward silence like a knife, leaving a gaping hole between the veil of politeness that had risen up between them.

[raevynnwritingdesk]

princeofthecold:

“I am back as long as I desire to be back.” He corrected, giving Megan a slow nod to allow her to understand what he was saying, that as long as he had a purpose and a reason to stay on Midgard, he would. “But if there is a reason to visit my home, then I will, with anyone who decides to come with me.”

At the question a solemn look crossed Aesir’s face before he shook his head, resisting the urge to reach across the table and take Megan’s hand. “If someone supposedly comes for me, then I will deal with it here. If I decide that I have to return home for whatever reason, I will tell you in advance and most importantly return. Or bring you with me.”

The slow nodding wasn’t exactly helping her nerves, not when matched with defiant words, but she understood. He couldn’t make such promises, not even for her. She could respect that. It just meant that she had a lot of self reflection to deal with before being with him in that way again.

It was only due to his next words that she felt her anxiety ease and she allowed herself to release the breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding. “Okay.” Megan nodded, feeling herself pull back into that reclusive state. “Is there anything else you want to discuss on the matter?” She wanted it to be over, for all the explanations to cease, she just wanted some fucking peace–for her brain to stop overthinking each word he said.

[princeofthecold-blog]

"No, unless you had any questions that you wanted to ask me." He replied calmly, picking up his wine and sipping at it, looking over the rim of the glass at Megan. He was placing her details, comparing them to the younger version of herself that he fell in love with. There was so much he wanted to say and do with and to her, but even he understood that anything that was going to happen between them, was happening on her terms. 

“Shall we order dinner?” He asked calmly, spotting a waiter walking hesitantly towards the pair, like he was determining whether they were ready or not. Aesir nodded at the man before he returned his attention back to Megan.

[princeofthecold-blog]

❝How can someone so charming be so manipulative?❞

“It’s a talent my darling.” Aesir grinned down at Megan, his eyes flicking away from her to watch the staff hurried away from the pair, trying not to seem as though they were running. Under normal circumstances Aesir tried his hardest to be kind, but having a restaurant ‘lose’ their reservation and then have the audacity to make a comment about Aesir’s age and financial status, it deserved a charming yet manipulative quip to put the mortal in their place.

“Now,” He straightened up as the person arrived again, looking slightly panicked at the man in front of them. “Will I be allowed to enjoy a pleasant meal with my girlfriend or will I be leaving here immediately?”

[princeofthecold-blog]

raevynnwritingdesk:

“It is, and they are. I love them as much as I do my own family.” Megan sighed and leaned forward to rest her chin on her hand. The only thing that mattered now was that she would finally understand why everything changed so soon. Why one day things were fine and the next was hell.

She listened to him intently, but with each drop of words was a bomb waiting to detonate. “So you’re back now…for good?” She didn’t think it would be so simple, that all they had to do was bargain with the bad guy, but maybe her bad guys were just worse. “What is someone else comes for you? Are you going to just up and leave again?” She wouldn’t invest herself, not if it meant continual breaking of her heart. She could only justify putting herself through that once, even if it meant losing the one person she really loved.

“I am back as long as I desire to be back.” He corrected, giving Megan a slow nod to allow her to understand what he was saying, that as long as he had a purpose and a reason to stay on Midgard, he would. “But if there is a reason to visit my home, then I will, with anyone who decides to come with me.”

At the question a solemn look crossed Aesir’s face before he shook his head, resisting the urge to reach across the table and take Megan’s hand. “If someone supposedly comes for me, then I will deal with it here. If I decide that I have to return home for whatever reason, I will tell you in advance and most importantly return. Or bring you with me.”

[princeofthecold-blog]

raevynnwritingdesk:

“Maybe, once summer hits an the kids have time out of classes.” She was certain if nothing else that the younger girls would get a kick out of a real life prince, and the boys–well they liked to spar and would likely try to take Aesir down. The thought made her smile. Those were her kids too.

Megan waited for their waiter to leaver before countering, “I wouldn’t call them suitors.” The men she’d dabbled with were trivial, and at most they reminded her of Aesir. The women–those were more for the fun of it. Who said a Frost had to follow all the rules? “Moving on, you came to explain.”

“It sounds wonderful.” Placing his glass down on the table Aesir nodded as he started to talk, his mind moving back to the various conversations he’d had with his parents upon being returned to Jotunheim against his will, many of the conversations had ended up with Aesir angrily yelling at one or both of his parents until eventually they all learned not to talk about it.

“My parents believed that I was in danger. There were rumors around the galaxy that I was hiding on Midgard, which was true, obviously, but there were also rumors that an enemy of my father had discovered where I was and was looking to kidnap me and hold me as a prisoner against my father until either the throne was handed over. If my family didn’t comply then, well, you’ve seen Alice In Wonderland.” He sighed, glancing down at the table in between them. “I wanted to come back, and I tried my best to convince my father that I was safe here, but until recently when that enemy was captured and negotiated with, no one believed it to be safe.”

[princeofthecold-blog]

raevynnwritingdesk:

After listening to him go on about the children she felt that familiar happy leap settle in her chest. “You’d like the school. It’s for–” She paused to order, picking back up when they were left. “Gifted students, Mutants specifically.” It was her favourite part of being a part of her parent’s dreams, getting the chance to help care for those whose families weren’t accepting as her own.

“Seduce you?” Her jaw locked and her hands tightened around the fabric of her dress. She didn’t like the idea of other women near him, against him, looking at him. Her hot head dipped and she casually tried her best to brush off the possessive rage that filled her. “It’s different, Mom has a high profile job. I’m just looking the part of a Frost.”

“You will have to take me sometime.” The concept of visiting where Megan had been spending a large amount of her time while he had been gone did interest Aesir, enough to the point where at first he didn’t notice the way that Megan’s jaw locked and her body tensed up at the mention of his life back in Jotunheim. “I’m a Prince darling, it happens, it even happens in your Realm with the royal families here.” He pointed out with a careful nod.

“Maybe, but you are a Frost, a beautiful one at that, which means that men and women alike are interested in you, surely I’m not the only one who had suitors whilst I was gone.” Aesir shut up as their drinks arrived, picking up his glass of wine and taking a slow sip.

[princeofthecold1]

raevynnwritingdesk:

Megan didn’t bother with the menu, already knowing what she wanted and liked. It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected to hear that question, but more so that she wasn’t sure what all she was willing to tell. “I finished school, applied to colleges. You know, normal stuff.” She shrugged and placed her hands on her lap, wringing her fingers obsessively. “I did a lot of training with my parents, went on a few of the missions they got themselves roped into.”

It had been dangerous, but exactly what she had needed to keep her mind busy after all of the battles with inner dialogue brought to her by the ghost of her past. “It was nothing important, really. Mostly just the training and working at their school house with the kids. There are some great kids over there.” She sometimes wished she had stayed, but the reason she went into her field of study was with the hope of going back and helping out.

“I cannot fault that, not when I did most of the same.” He replied, flicking through the food menu as he spoke, a small smile pulling up the corners of his lips. “I did enjoy spending my spare time with the children of the Kingdom, entertaining them with magic.” Aesir finished speaking as a waiter arrived and quickly took their orders and their menus, leaving them alone once more. 

“Many of them were invited to the social events that were held to try and negotiate peace. I must admit, they were certainly more enjoyable to be around than the women attempting to seduce me for a spot on the throne. Or a child.” Aesir rolled one shoulder in a casual shrug, glancing back up at Megan. “I’m fairly certain that even from the looks you received as we walked here that you would have had the same problem.”

[princeofthecold1]

raevynnwritingdesk:

She listened to him, but her eyes were searching the crowd for any number of unwanted flashes that could have come up during this time. She was thankful for all the work her parents did, building the school and running the Frost business, what she could have done without was the constant swarm whenever she left her room. “Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.”

“Aesir, you are back. I don’t want to dwell over it anymore.” Megan wasn’t one to listen and express feelings, not anymore. They made her cringe in the most uncomfortable way. Thankfully they had made it to the restaurant with just the ogling eyes of passersby and the occasional stare from men and women alike. Megan dropped her arm from his and walked up to smile at the hostess, who she’d known from many times being there before. “Two, please.” She said coolly. It wasn’t long before they were led to a table, calm music playing over the speaker system.

With her prompting Aesir abandoned the topic of conversation, standing behind her regally as she spoke to the hostess, following them as they were lead to a table, menus placed in front of them quickly before they were left to their own devices and conversations by the staff.

With a flick of his wrist Aesir almost boredly looked through the drinks menu, deciding on a glass of wine to begin with before he placed his attention onto Megan. “What did you do when I left?” Maybe it was jumping the gun slightly, but formalities were out of the way and now that Aesir had every intention of taking Megan’s heart once more and keeping it for himself, he needed to understand what demons from her past he may have been up against. 

“I understand that four years is a long time, but we have time.”