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.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. 25 You collapse onto your bed, throat dry and aching from the incessant conversation and laughter. Lyssa had been pleased with the outcome, though. No less than half of the men had expressed interest in introducing their sons to you, and Thor had invited you and Lyssa to join him and his companions at the training field the next day. Gilrin had been invited as an afterthought, and Lyssa had declined, saying something about embroidery. You suspect that she'll be up to matchmaking or the like, but your mind is exhausted from the conversation and you frankly don't care. You don't notice that you've fallen asleep until the dreams hit you. Color swirls around you, in intense shades that haven't touched your unconscious mind in centuries. Old dreams, old visions, old sadness. Nightmares recolored, with vague scenes of dreams and memories tossed into the mix. Walking through the halls of Eryncelon, Truman toddling behind you. He hasn't been walk
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.24 Asgard is every bit as resplendent as you recall it being. If anything, the aura of sophistication surrounding the Allfather's court has multiplied; for the first time in your life you feel... daunted. Daunted, by the flawless hair and the elaborate garb of the young women you find yourself facing. They had been chattering animatedly enough, but they quickly fall silent at the sight of the three Vanir standing in the doorway. Three, because your Aunt Asfrid had insisted that Gilrin be allowed to accompany you and Lyssa. A fragile slip of a maiden, she stands behind you, half-shielding herself from view. You don't blame her. Why have I never before noticed how concealing their manner of dress is? The Aesir women are regarding you with raised eyebrows, silently passing judgment on your loosely braided hair and the semi-sheer panels of fabric draped artfully around your frame. Lyssa shifts beside you in slight discomfort. Well, no use in de
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.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.13 "HA! YOUR WEAPONS ARE FUTILE AGAINST THE SON OF ODIN!" You're lying on your stomach beneath the shade of a willow near the training grounds. A few paces from you, Lyssa is planted facedown in the grass, a loud snoring noise coming from under her mess of hair. Loki sits propped up against the trunk, reading some ancient tome. Your head is in your hands as you observe the spectacle before you. In the training ring, Thor is taking on both Fandral and Volstagg, the latter of which has been knocked onto his back and is vainly trying to grab one of the wooden swords scattered about. Beyond them, Sif spars with the dark-haired, quiet warrior that Thor had introduced as Hogun. The two appear to be evenly matched. Momentarily distracted by Fandral prodding him in the back with the wooden sword, Thor turns from the fallen redhead only to have his weapon knocked out of his hands. A stunned look crosses his face, before he lets out a yell
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