Prince of the Cold

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

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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.”

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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.”

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“Exactly.” Megan had become accustomed to getting things she wanted, and she could blame that almost entirely on Aesir’s spoiling of her, but part of it had been her parents as well. She slipped her key into the front pocket of her bag after assuring that the door was locked.

She led the way out of the dorms and carefully off campus. A couple blocks away she knew of a nice little restaurant that was a hit with the locals. She’d found it with a friend from class once, maybe one of the only men she hadn’t slept with since Aesir had made his great departure. He did continue to be a best friend and confidant.

“What have you been doing all this time?”

“Training.” Aesir took the walk to the restaurant as an opportunity to become familiar with the new city, casually glancing around in a way that didn’t make him look like a tourist, that wouldn’t help his crusade to blend in. “There has been rising and falling political uncertainty in my Realm, I’ve been training both as a soldier and as a Prince in the unfortunate event that either war breaks out, or my parents fall from the throne.” He explained, looking ahead as the crowd parted for the pair like the Red Sea in the old Biblical stories.

“I’ve also been studying, reading every book I could get my hands on to learn everything I could. So I could come back to you.” Aesir’s bright eyes flicked to look down at Megan with genuine sincerity and love. “I never stopped trying to come back.”

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He could have said that she looked like a month old sack of potatoes and she still would have swooned, it was just his way. Even so her heart failed her and skipped a beat before she slung a purse over her shoulder, dropping her phone inside and looped her arm through his. “Thank you.”

“I’m getting a dual in psychology and English with a concentration in writing.” Megan stated with ease, grabbing her key on their way out. “They have much more exciting lives.” She commented on the lack of company she kept in her dorm. Having roommates that were hardly there was a blessing and a curse. It meant her only human interactions were with the men she wasted her time and body on, but she supposed that was nearly over now.

“Like you always wanted.” Aesir wondered aloud as he opened the door for the two of them, making sure to lock it behind him as they entered the corridor. He followed her lead again, allowing her grip on his arm to guide him to the restaurant for dinner. He was hoping for a quiet table to explain to her what had been explained to him after his parents had taken him back to Jotunheim, a story that he never got to tell her.

Mentally Aesir still stretched out, his mind remembered the link that they used to have and he craved it, he wanted to feel her inside his mind but he was aware also, that such a circumstance most likely would not occur until she had forgiven him for leaving her.

“Lead the way darling.”

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A deep set hunger had burrowed itself in her glittering eyes, and she was pleased he’d felt at ease enough to be changing in her room with her wandering eyes. This whole evening was about to be a challenge and she was willing to put up the fight. She nonchalantly went back to her reflection, bringing her hair around to relieve the weight off one of her shoulders.

“Not really a need, it isn’t too far.” She replied easily, and she was more than used to walking places within the area. She watched him fixing his hair with a grin, turning in her chair to face him. “You look good.” Megan said, standing from her place to slip heels onto her feet with ease.

“Ready?”

“As do you. Though that hasn’t changed, you always did.” Aesir waited patiently for Megan to slip her heels on before he nodded, extending his arm to her, for her to hold onto as they walked.

“What are you studying?” Aesir glanced around the dorm room once more, taking in the space that belonged to Megan and her two other roommates that he had yet to see or meet. It baffled him how it seemed like she had just been able to pick up after he’d gone and move on with her life. 

It made him wonder if he ever really meant that much to her.

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Megan hung the dress on the edge of her closet door, only catching a mere glimpse of the shining light that she caught in her vanity mirror. She had already pulled off her top, discarding it into the nearby laundry hamper. On her heel she turned to face him, finally catching sight of his well aged frame. Even if he hadn’t changed much since, it was still well clear that he had put on some muscle.

Her own words about not touching came back to haunt her in that moment but she shrugged them off along with his. “Doesn’t bother me, nothing I haven’t seen before.” With that she slipped the dress over her head and tossed the shorts she had been wearing with the previously lost top.

Megan moved to her vanity, running her fingers through the long blonde hair to untangle any stray parts. Or, to at least make it look that way in such the case if he had stayed in her room or not with his well toned abs that practically begged for her to reach out to them. She mentally berated herself for even thinking of such a thing and allowing the thought to be entertained as she checked her phone to busy herself.

“That is true.” He agreed, his eyes quickly moving over her frame, taking in what time had done to her body with a small smile. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. Whilst she attended to herself in the mirror Aesir moved casually, removing his shirt and folding it into the bed before his pants followed, leaving him standing in her room in socks and underwear. 

His hand moved over the folded clothes the same way he had done earlier and in another flash of light, the clothes vanished, allowing Aesir to grab for his shorts and slip them on, followed shortly by his belt. After checking for creases on his shirt he put it on, leaving the top two buttons undone to expose the base of his neck. 

Stepping behind Megan, the man inspected his appearance in her vanity, running his fingers through his hair to get it to stay up rather than falling into his eyes as it had been, the wonders of magic. 

“Shall I ring for a car or would you prefer to walk?”

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“Still, I’d like to be a bit more covered.” She was sure he didn’t know about how likely it was for them to be swamped by cameras if they left the school grounds. Her parents had placed a protection suit on the premises so that students would have to worry about flashing lights and so Megan could have some inking of normality, but being the daughter of Emma Frost came with its side effects.

She watched him sit, placing her keys on the countertop basket that she’d placed herself–always a fan of keeping things where they belonged. She gave a shrug and flipped her hair over her shoulder, making way to her room. “I suppose that’s up to you.” She said before disappearing around the corner. She was almost certain he’d follow, but she’d upped the stakes a little more with the next words that fell from her glossy lips.

“You can look, Princey, but you won’t be touching.” Her tone was playful, teasing and layered with a sweetness that only she could have tied into those traits. She managed herself to her closet, pulling out a sundress in a brilliant royal blue. She knew how to get under his skin, and she planned to do exactly that.

Aesir had to admit that he wasn’t expecting Megan to be so open with the concept of him entering her room, he had to keep reminding himself that four years had passed since the last time he’d been welcome in her room and times changed. However, he still took the opportunity to enter her room upon invitation, glancing around to take in the way that she had designed the space, before sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Looking is good enough for me at the moment.” He countered as she pulled out a sundress, his eyes moving over the colour and style of the garment as he calculated what he owned that would match. Whilst she was distracted he opened up his palm, pressing it firmly onto the bed as a gold light shone out from the ring around his finger, moments later, he lifted his palm to reveal blue shorts, a black belt and a crisp white linen shirt, the shoes he was wearing already would work with the outfit. 

“Would you like me to change here, or elsewhere?” Standing up, Aesir looked down at Megan’s back as he started to unbutton his shirt, letting it hang loosely over his shoulders once it was unbuttoned.

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“No surprise there.” Megan truly had missed the ease of conversation with the princely figure and just that alone made her realize just how much she still missed him even if she had trained herself over it.

Perfectly manicured nails raked through her own golden tendrils as her shoulders rose and fell. “If you like it, keep it. I wouldn’t ask you to do something so silly as cutting your hair.” After all she’d almost expected him to grow it longer, closer to the length of what he’d expressed to be the norm for his kind.

She took his hand to stand. Her heart skipped a beat at the simple gesture. After being spoiled by him she’d expected every man their ages to act in the same way. Unfortunately for the woman with a flourished princess complex it was anything but true. She had missed that a bit more than she was willing to admit. Megan gave a gentle tug, walking towards the direction of her dorm room, long well tanned legs taking her there at a quick and steady pace.

“You always look great, I however look as though I’ve been sunbathing—which I have, but such is not appropriate of a Frost.” Megan retrieved a key from her pocket once they’d reached the dorms, more than happy to find her roommates missing from sight. “Make yourself comfortable. I won’t be long.” She motioned to a sitting area that branched off into three rooms. Of course her parents had elected to send her to only the best of schools, and their dorms much larger than that of many other colleges.

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He took her words to heart and whilst she didn’t give him an exact answer, Aesir decided to think more about whether he wanted to keep his hair at the current length or not. It would depend on how much he needed to blend in with his surroundings. 

He followed her like a puppy, being lead by her contently towards her room. At the comment about sunbathing, Aesir chuckled, ducking his head to smile at the ground that passed them by. “My dear,” He sighed, smiling at the back of her head as they walked quickly. “As I used to say, despite how you feel about your appearance, you could still walk into a room and command the jealousy of every woman, and the lust of every man in the room.”

Her dorm room was impressive for Midgard and Aesir allowed himself to look around before Megan gestured to the sitting area. A comfortable couch sat in the middle of it all and Aesir calmly took a seat, leaning back into the cushions with his arms outstretched over the back of the couch, his ankle resting on his knee. His bright eyes watched her from across the room, waiting both patiently and expectedly for her to reappear in an outfit that would remind him of the way that they used to behave together, and would allow him to match his own outfit accordingly. 

“Shall I wait here for you then? Or would you prefer me elsewhere?”

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Megan hummed in what she had grown to express as acceptance of the explanation. Of course nothing he said made any sense until it was explained. “i see, I guess that would be more practical.” She’d worried herself over whether it was a gift from some prospective woman and wannabe Princess, but she wasn’t going to let that slide.

Maybe the first time in the last four years she broke a small smile, brushing his bangs out of his face. The touch that, even overdue as it was, had sent a spark through her hand that enticed her to pull closer and thread her fingers through that soft silky hair once more. “A maid to do your hair? Here I was thinking I was high maintenance.” Megan joked, but didn’t really laugh, dropping her hand to her lap once more.

“I know a place, I’ll just have to change first.” After all she wouldn’t go out looking like she’d just spent her day poolside, even though she essentially had, plus a little voice in her head told her to play with him, show him what he’d been missing out on since he’d left, and Megan was more than intrigued by those games.

Her fingers trailing through his hair brought forth a happy sigh from a deep cavern in Aesir’s chest, one that he hadn’t dared to look into in many years, a cavern that held all of the old happiness from his life. “Once a crown prince, always a crown prince.” He joked in return, opening his eyes to gaze at her once her hand left his hair. 

“But I can have it cut if you prefer it shorter, like when we were young together.” The option was tossed up into the air, a gentle reminder that once more, Aesir would do anything for her, something that had never changed from when they were young. 

“Then lead the way darling.” He stood up first, extending his hand to her once more as an offer of assistance to rise from her seat, though it was more of a formality than anything else. Some habits die hard, especially habits that you were raised upon.

“I will change into an appropriate outfit once I see yours.”

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Of course while Aesir had been off doing—well god knows what. Megan had been home. She’d done some training with her parents, went on missions, and essentially became the hero she’d looked up to when she was younger. Though it wasn’t without its own trials. She had faced many foes that left her wounded and sore, saved children from bad people, and made worse people lose their life. She hadn’t been all good, but she certainly wasn’t bad.

“Good.” She offered him, and with it she glanced at the hand that was stretched towards her. She wondered how he came to have the callouses, if he’d battled as she had, or if he’d been training for something greater. Her slender fingers trailed the healing scars and she looked to him with her doe-like eyes which had settled on the ring with an unhappy purse to her lips. “What’s that?”

She felt something like a stab to her chest at the thought that it could be any more than a decoration to wear of sorts, but she didn’t just wear rings. No, they had meaning, purpose. She tried to push those feelings away as her fingers slid over the cool metal. “Dinner sounds… nice.” She hadn’t had much of a chance to examine him, but upon further inspection she saw the longer edges of his hair, her hand moving up to touch and caress it. “I like this, but I also like seeing your eyes.”

The unhappy expression that crossed Megan’s face sent Aesir’s heart into a spin. How was it that he’d only been in her life again for five minutes and yet he knew that he would jump through a million hoops for her and her happiness. However, the question at the ring made him smile softly, watching her fingers trace the metal. “Everything that I should need for my life down here. As long as I wear it anything that I need can be conjured into my hand. It’s a bit more practical than a coat or a bag. I could get away with that as a high school student, but not so much now.”

Aesir watched Megan’s fingers play with his hair, his eyes flitting shut at the long-awaited touch. “My parents wanted it long again.” He admitted quietly, eyes still closed as he tilted his forehead forward, little it touch her fingers softly. “But when you don’t have a maid to do your hair it is easier to keep it short.” He also didn’t admit that he kept it short because it reminded him of her, and the way that she used to run her fingers through it once upon a time. He hoped that she would open up her link to his mind and discover his thoughts for herself.

“Dinner it is. Where would you like to go?”

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“Come now, your parents make for at least two more.” She couldn’t recall having ever met his parents, but from all of the stories she couldn’t think of any case where they wouldn’t have loved him more than with their all.

Every time she’d thought about him coming back she would always think of how she’d yell at him. She’d tell him how much it hurt when he left. How she’d felt so betrayed and broken–but now, with him sitting next to her and their fingers wrapped so seamlessly together. The words refused to breach the moment in fear of it all settling away.

“I think I can spare four years of begging.” Megan felt a smirk tease the corner of her lips, tugging them up from their usual stoic slate. A fire lit from the tips of her fingers on and she pulled her hand away to brush her hair back from her face. “I think I can allow that, but you’ll be the one kneeling this time around, darling.”

Aesir had spent the past four years attempting to please diplomats and others whilst simultaneously flying under the radar. He’d been training to become a King in the unfortunate, but unfortunately possible, event that his parents fell from the throne. That was why he was back in Midgard, hiding from rising tensions in the other Realms, from people who were unsettled at having a mutt on the throne of Jotunheim. 

He hated it, but he had no other choice. 

Same as before. 

“Of course,” He returned calmly, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, his face a mask to hide the bubbling emotions within his chest. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Once more his hand was extended towards her, his palm bearing callouses from training and fighting, a single silver ring sat above them on his middle finger containing all of his possessions that he needed on Midgard.

Physically he was bigger than he had been, his hair slightly longer, falling into his eyes now, long hair was a formality as a Prince that he was expected to wear, but he knew that short hair was easier to maintain on Midgard. 

“May I take you out for dinner? To... Explain what happened.”

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She watched his hand, and though a fire inside of her lit and rose she didn’t let it phase her demeanor. Those hands were dangerous, and they seemed to plead for something that she just wasn’t ready to give him.

Hearing that he wasn’t safe brought her into a different space in her mind, and part of her was almost joyful that he had come back–that he had chosen here to run away and hide. She felt more protective over his presence. Her hand fell onto his, bridging the small mental gap that was there.

“Your promises won’t change what happened,” Megan was still so cold, so betrayed by his sudden return. “but–in any case I am glad you’re okay.”

Her cold tone did nothing to change the meaning behind her words and for the first time in four years, Aesir smiled, flipping his hand over to hold hers tightly in his own. 

“I’m glad that there’s at least one person in all the Nine Realms that doesn’t want me dead.” He teased, his sense of humour suddenly emerging from underneath a pile of ice and snow in his heart. She was bringing forth spring and it was like something out of a movie.

“Nothing will ever change what happened,” His expression moved to a more serious one, glancing down at their interconnected hands, looking at the smooth lines of her fingers as they moved over his. “But we can change what will be. And if I can, I’d like to spend the next four years begging for forgiveness and working to make things better than they were.” 

Her touch was water to a man in the desert, a prince who had been attempting to crave his thirst by finding other blonde women in his kingdom and forcing them to look away from him during sex, so he could imagine it was her screaming out his name. 

But the reality was that they were never her.

Because if they were her, he’d be screaming out her name. 

“If you’d allow it, my Queen.” Aesir’s eyes suddenly flashed a deep red, proof of his heritage before reverting to their calm blue, long lashes framing his gaze as he bowed his head slightly, smirking up at Megan.

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“Contrary, I know you aren’t.” Megan was quick to counter every word that fell from his lips and crashed through her because she had come to terms with the fact that he had left, and in his wake had destroyed anything that was left within her heart.

She figured it was easy for him. After all, he would live forever, hardly age, and could have any beautiful woman he wished–which she was certain there were plenty of where he was from. Her jaw threatened to drop at the mention of their link, something that at the time had come so easy for the two of them, but never since for anyone else. She wouldn’t let it. It was special. She wasn’t ready for that again, and she shook her head, his rough fingers feeling so much more like home than any man had felt in the years she was alone.

He snapped in front of her, almost teasing, taunting her to reach for the little bug in his hand. She took it, her blue eyes staring into the center of that rose as if she’d seen it so many times before.

“Why are you here?” Her words were just barely dipped in a venom that could have coated a thousand miles of land. Why, of all places on this god forsaken planet had he chosen the one that she had left to?

The venom stabbed at an old wound in Aesir’s heart, a wound he had kept wrapped up in layers of ice and blood, protected from any woman that ever tried to woo him again. He had been prepared to stay like that for a millennium, waiting until she was dead and her bones turned to ash to move on. 

But then things changed. 

“Because I’m not safe in my Realm again. And it’s far easier to pretend to be a human than any other species.” He spoke slowly, his now empty hand dropping to rest on her knee. “And because I have spent every night of the past four years thinking and dreaming about you. I never stopped thinking about you. And I knew that if I could have a second chance at our life again then I would.”

There was a level of intimacy in Aesir’s words that only she could ever bring out of him, a level of love and compassion that only ever rose whenever he thought of her. He continued to stare at her, waiting for her to make the first move between them, shatter the pane of glass that seemed to separate them. 

“I couldn’t promise it then because I didn’t know what the circumstances were. But I’ll promise it now. I will always come back to you, Megan.”

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So the apparition spoke again, like it had so many times before. She shook her head defiantly. “So like you, to darling me.” Her calm eyes scanned him as the book was lowered and with it her defenses, and she felt herself pulled to that princely form.

The more she looked at him the more she felt that prickling again. She rolled her eyes and decided to entertain this silly vision, moving her legs to allow room for him to sit if he’d so choose. “Fine, we shall play your game this time.”

She wanted to think of something, something only he would have known about her–but she figured even the apparition would be able to answer that. “You’ll have to think up a way to prove you’re back, sorry darling but I am just not buying it. Not last year, or the year before.”

“You think I’m not real.” A crease formed between his brows as she moved over, making room for him on the stone bench, the lone patch of sunlight on them warming up his dark hair. Momentarily he wondered how often he saw him in visions and apparitions if she thought he wasn’t real. But of course, how could he judge her when every time he drank too much wine suddenly every blonde whore in the ballroom turned into her.

He took the seat, sitting on one leg so he faced her side front on, looking at the profile of her face, studying the way that her teenage years had suddenly given into her womanly body. It was beautiful. 

She was beautiful. 

“Prove it?” Aesir returned, arching a single eyebrow at her challenge, his mind thinking of various things he could say to her to prove his existence, but then he settled on two things specifically.

“You don’t need me to prove it,” He whispered, his calloused hand lifted to take her cheek, pressing into the soft skin to force her to look at him. “If you reach out you’ll still feel our mental link. I know you will. Because some nights I can still feel it.” Aesir spoke quietly to avoid any eavesdroppers from listening in on them. 

“But if that isn’t enough,” Pulling his hand back from her cheek the man lifted his palm into the space between them and quickly snapped his fingers, meeting her eyes briefly before he opened his fingers. 

In the middle of his palm sat a lone white rose head, the edges of the petals tipped in a frost that would never hurt her. The perfume rose up between them, flashes of an old life and an old love rushing through Aesir like a tidal wave of emotion. 

It took all of his control not to kiss her there. 

“Believe me now darling?”

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The sunlight hit her skin, warming her even with her cold heart. Time had been kind to her, endowed with all of the traits that made her so utterly like her mother. Her silky hair only matched perfectly with those crystal blue eyes that had brought men to their knees. But, time had also changed her personality, she wasn’t so quick to let people in, and held very few in her inner circle.

It was no mistake that she had taken after her mother, but if you’d asked Emma there was more of Scott in her than anything else. It was true, in looks she was undeniably a Frost, but she held the mentality of a Summers. Though when mixed with the wrong attitude she was pure Emma. She fought, she was cruel to most, but to the few she held in her heart the was a side of her only they ever saw.

The novel in her hands blocked her from the passersby, giving her a shield from all of the conversation. All but the feeling of familiarity that brushed against her mental shield that caused bumps to raise on her skin. She felt it strange, something she couldn’t remember experiencing before this point. She brushed it off as a cold chill and went back to the inked pages.

Until that voice. It awoke the deepest parts of her and even though he stood in her peripheral she wanted so badly to ignore. It had been maybe a year since those visions and dreams of him had finally stopped plaguing her every waking and sleeping moment. She wasn’t going back, not now. She had worked so hard to block him from her mind in all ways; his voice, his purely perfect form, all of him.

“You aren’t real.” She stated calmly, just above a whisper–a defensive mechanism she’d trained to make the apparitions go away.

“Yes I am darling.” The words fell off of his tongue like ice, landing in her lap like the various presents he had presented to her during the time period that they’d been together. 

She was still reading, that much hadn’t changed, but her demeanour had, even after only seeing her for a split second he could see that. She was harder, colder even. 

She was behaving like the Queen he had inadvertently trained her to be.

But of course, she wasn’t the only one who had changed. Aesir had spent as much time training and learning magic as possible, becoming as cold as his Realm with a deadly snap, both in tongue and in fight.

He had become his father.

“I’m completely real.” He spoke in a low tone, one hand raising calmly to put her book down, revealing her face and those stunning eyes that haunted his dreams every single night. He stared into them expectedly, waiting for some kind of a reaction, something to prove to him that she was real, whether that reaction was negative or positive. 

“And I’m back.”

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Midgard hadn’t changed that much since Aesir had been last time had been in the Realm, technology had advanced surely, but it was easy enough to slip into society unnoticed like he had last time.

The city was different, he couldn’t return to the original place he’d been, it would’ve been too obvious and too many people would’ve recognised him on the spot. She used to say that he had a very memorable face. It was still strange to Aesir that it had been four years but yet he still couldn’t say her name, he couldn’t bring himself to try and think about the memories of her that he had banished to a far corner of his mind in hopes that he wouldn’t ever have to feel his heart break the way it had when he left her.

But that was long ago, another lifetime nearly.

Aesir was still lost in his thought about Midgard and the new city when he turned a corner, stepping out onto a city plaza, the stone beneath him warm from the midday sun, blocked only by the shadows of people crossing the plaza, standing around and even sitting on the benches provided to enjoy her lunch. 

And there she was. 

She’d aged in the four years, her hair was longer, blonder, face slimmer and legs longer, stretched out in front of her soaking up the sun. How many spells had he cast, trying to see into this realm to catch a glimpse of her, to watch her as she aged. He was so afraid of who she’d become, whether she’d change beyond his recognition. But she was still the same person sitting across the plaza. 

She was his Megan. 

His legs crossed the plaza involuntarily, starting as a slow walk and quickly turning into a jog, stopping a foot in front of the woman. He wanted to kiss her, to grab her and hold her in an embrace so long that the pair of them turned to stone, locked in an eternal embrace.

But instead, he took a deep breath, blinked a few times to check that he wasn’t hallucinating, and then spoke. 

“Megan...”

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Virginia Gardner photographed by Gilles Bensimon for Maxim USA (March 2016)