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.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.15 You run into a dripping wet Thor with a solid THUMP and fall backwards onto Lyssa. Scrambling onto your feet, you notice that Loki is also soaked. Before you can ask, however, Thor opens his mouth. "Lyssa! ______! What good fortune! We were about to create a diversion to distract Matron Astrid and rescue you from that awful torture." He looks around you into the semi-open door of the chamber, furrowing his brows. "What in the name of the Norns-" "It seems that whatever chaos you are running from is about to follow you out the door." Loki observes. "I suggest we flee." "Run like cowards from the face of battle?" Thor asks, tossing his sopping wet locks out of his eyes heroically. "Never! The Sons of Odin face any chall-" His boast is cut off by the sound of an explosion coming from behind you. The girlish screams intensify and you can hear the pounding of feet approaching the door. "Right you are, brother. RUN!" Thor le
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.17 You don't suffer from a single nightmare in the week that follows. During that time, Loki does not bring up the topic and you make no mention of it. Instead you accompan him, Thor, and their group of companions throughout the day, watching them practice their battle skills (Loki is finally allowed back in the training ring and demonstrates an impressive skill with knives) and exploring as much of Asgard as possible. Loki visits you in the evenings without you having to ask, and under his guidance you are able to transport yourself across the room without breaking anything before the end of the week. Despite your progress, there is a trace of sadness is in the air when Loki comes to your chambers after a particularly exciting day. "Your father is expected to return tomorrow, is he not?" he asks, flopping down onto your bed next to Dalla, who pants happily. You nod and close the book you had borrowed from Frigga's collection. "Ah. I had wondered
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.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.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