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The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.22"Have you seen Vanaheim's suns?"
You're reclining upon the windowsill the next day, a soft breeze tickling your face.
"And its rivers flow through the realm?"
Somewhere across the courtyard Lyssa is singing, her voice echoing through the trees.
"Does the forest guard your secrets,"
The afternoon sun peeks through the trees, casting dappled shadows upon the courtiers milling about the paths.
"As it does mine."
Truman, a baby no longer, sits at your feet, a book in hand.
"Have you been washed by the Rains of Vanaheim?"
Your mother walks in with Edwechon. Lazily turning your head to look at them, you are struck by how similar they are in stature. The differences in their personalities make it easy to forget the fact that they are siblings. "Mother," you acknowledge, smiling. "Uncle. I trust the day is treating you well?"
"Even better than it is treating you, I
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.5 You have seen beautiful things throughout the course of your life. But every sunset, every dew-speckled flower, is nothing compared to the terrifying, raw beauty that carries you through space. Pure energy throbs around you, incarnate in a dazzling array of undiluted color. Stars whirl by as you are borne aloft at dizzying speeds through the cosmos. The sheer amount of force pulling you threatens to render you unconscious, but your eyes are wide open as you let out an excited laugh. You feel exhilarated, bursting with energy and positively radiant within the chrysalis of light that surrounds you. It is an extraordinary sight. It is a celestial rainbow. It can only be the Bifrost.
With a near deafening WHOOSH, you are suddenly at a standstill in a large spinning dome bristling with electricity, nearly losing your balance at the rapid change in momentum. Thor doesn't let go of your wrist as the dome slows, but instead pulls you along past the
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.6"I doubt she even remembers that she is the crown jewel of Vanaheim."
Memories recoil inside of you at the mention of the realm of the Vanir.
--Acres upon acres of wild, grassy, meadows--
The sound of the hall fades out.
--Running barefoot, your unbound hair wild in the wind--
Frigga leans forward and her mouth moves, but you hear nothing.
--Shrieks of laughter rebounding through the forest--
With a shudder you fall forward, your hand slamming down on the royal table to catch you.
--Climbing high into the embrace of the trees, escaping the adults below--
People are realizing something is wrong; Frigga rises to her feet as Thor's strong arms come around you.
--Years later you are the adult, pressed up against the tree with a dark-haired prince nuzzling at your neck--
Thor lifts you up, looking helplessly at Odin.
--Later still it is a dagger at you
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.27 "It really wasn't as big of a deal as you're trying to make it out to be," you say defensively.
"_____, please. Spare me your feigned innocence." Njord tosses aside the scroll he'd been reading. The noonday suns blaze outside, dimly illuminating the ambassadors' chambers that you have been summoned to. You stand stiffly in a heavy Asgardian gown, your hair dry and pinned loosely to your head. "You were seen running around the palace dripping wet, in your nightclothes, no less. What would your father say?"
"Leave. My father. Out of this," you say slowly, your voice hardened steel.
"You are betrothed. You are to marry a prince -A PRINCE!- of Alfheim and you are running about like some brazen heathen without a thought for Vanaheim's reputation. You are deliberately insulting the Alfheim Ambassador, and your father would be ashamed, even if you are not."
You stand there, hands clenching and unclenching, trying not t
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.2Something isn't right.
Tony Stark is known for his recklessness and utter disregard for common safety, but you are unable to come up with any reasonable explanation for the sight in front of you. High into the sky stretches the gleaming metal tower, and from the top of it pulses a bright blue light. Your eyes follow the path of the light upwards, and your grip on the shoes loosens as you see the sky itself ripped asunder by the beam. The hole in the sky grows, until it is a large pit of darkness. For a brief second you think you see a faint twinkle of a star, and then SOMETHING comes out of the abyss.
And then another.
And then a tidal wave of creatures; flying out of what must be a portal in droves and droves, so many that you could stand there for an hour and not count them all. Your mouth gapes ever so slightly, and your breath catches at the brutal display of power. The citizens of New York have been shoving around you, grumbling, but at the
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.23 "Glordaer?" Lyssa asks, incredulous. You nod in her general direction, not opening your eyes.
"What sort of cruel beings name their crown prince Glordaer?" There's a splashing sound, and you reckon that she's leapt down from her boulder and into the river. Moments later, the warmth of the sun is blocked from your face. You open your eyes and see your sister leaning over you, hair sopping wet.
"Move! I was almost completely dry!" You swat her away, briefly glancing at the riverbank to ensure that Truman is still there. Seeing him lounging contentedly with Dalla and Surtr, you lean back against the warm stone.
"______! Tell me my fears are ill-founded, and that you are not already consigning yourself to your fate. Are you?"
"Does it matter? I'm not escaping the marriage. Besides, he might not be all that distasteful."
"Listen. To. Me. His parents named him Glordaer."
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.10 You look up furtively over your plate. Beyond your serving of roast boar, the dining hall of Asgard is filled with the laughing conversations of dignitaries and warriors. You nervously take a sip out of your goblet and nearly spit the contents out on your finest dress. Mead. It's warm and sticky and tastes nothing like the fine wines served on Vanaheim. Reluctantly swallowing, you glance around to make sure no one noticed your disgust. To appear ungrateful is the last thing you want.
At the high table, not too far from the table where you sit with Lyssa (who is currently engrossed in observing her roast potatoes), your father Orelon is talking animatedly with the Allfather. Odin appears to be listening to your father, and even nods and cracks a smile. His wife, Queen Frigga, is seated on Odin's other side, and is lightly scolding a young blond boy, who has just dumped his fruit onto another boy's plate. The blond boy, who looks to be about your age, has not
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.4In. Out. In. Out. Your breath comes steadily, accompanied by the beep of some machine. Your eyes are closed, and you feel exhausted. Without moving or opening your eyes, you take stock of your situation.
You appear to be lying on your back on a cheap mattress. Your wrist feels stiff, but otherwise fine. You sense rather than feel a dull ache in your bones, a slight buzz darting through your veins. The room is dark through your closed lids; someone nearby is snoring. A tube blows oxygen softly up your nose, and you feel the stickiness of the tape holding it to your face. Your skin prickles and you realize that there are perhaps a hundred sensory nodes stuck to your skin, revealing any secrets your body tries to hide. You can hear footsteps in the hallway. In. Out. In. Out. There's a flick of a switch and a harsh light fills the space. The snoring stops abruptly and there's the sickening sound of someone's fist connecting with flesh. Your eyes fly open.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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