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.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.12Loki POV: Sleep did not find the youngest prince of Asgard easily. Long after Loki bid the two girls from Vanaheim and his brother a good night, he found himself sitting awake by the cold hearth. His chambers were dark, and only lit by faint glow of the stars that crept through his open curtains. The torches remained unlit, the bed untouched. He sat perfectly still with crossed legs, but his mind would not calm. He had finished analyzing the political motives of each of his father's guests hours ago, and stored the information away for future reference. The ambassadors were up to nothing unusual; they praised and flattered the princes and took advantage of the Allfather's ale before scouting out a serving wench to warm their bed. Loki had been observing the court for some time, and the workings of diplomacy were no longer foreign to him. The night's revelry had been disappointingly uneventful. The only thing of political interest had been the to
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.11 Eira walks you and Lyssa out of the dining hall and into the darkened corridor. After a few paces she pauses, peeking over her shoulder back at the revelry. "Can you find your way back from here?" she asks. You shrug. "Probably. We wanted to go exploring anyways. Now's the perfect time." "Exploring? Are you mad? You could get lost!" Eira exclaims. "We WILL get lost!" Lyssa says, and the two of you turn and sprint down the halls. The handmaiden chases you for a few steps, but soon gives up and returns to the feast. You hold out your hand and Lyssa slaps it. "Where should we go first?" Lyssa asks. "I don't know where we should even start," you confess. "The palace is huge, and we likely won't have another chance to see it like this." "Perhaps we can be of assistance," a soft voice says. You whirl around to see Loki step out of the shadows with Thor. Lyssa drops into a
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.9 History of Vanaheim. The only subject that young Vanir are formally instructed in. As children of the court, you and Lyssa are privately tutored with your cousin Calder, while your other three friends learn about the factions and conflicts of Vanaheim from the village bard. Lyssa sits with her head in one hand, the other absentmindedly drawing on her parchment. You occasionally shoot her a dirty glance as the tutor drawls on about the great standoff and reconciliation via inter-faction marriage. "And it was with the marriage of Nimirel, daughter of Amaryllis of Alfheim and Huron of Vanaheim, and Orelon, son of Desiree and Thandaer, that the Water Faction was joined with the Earth Faction, and thusly the Fire Faction as well. You will recall from our last lesson that a strong alliance has always been present between the Fire and Earth Factions due to their shared near-obsession with gems and minerals, which brings us to our next topic: the gifting of Er
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.8Vanaheim. 900 A.D. BMR (By Midgardian Reckoning) "Lyssa wait!" you shriek, tearing after the retreating form of your sister. She looks back and flashes you a grin, then bolts into the courtyard. You run after her into the twilight, squinting in the dim light of the candles that line the walkway. Just when you think you've lost her, a pair of hands grabs you and pulls you into a bush. A hand covers your mouth as Eira storms past your hiding place, cursing under her breath. As the handmaiden disappears down the path, you turn to see Lyssa's face inches from your own. "You didn't tell me you were going to replace Eira's perfume with cooking oil tonight" you huff. "The meat that Uncle and his hunters brought back smelled too strong to ignore" she laughs. "I can't believe she put so much on before she realized how savory she smelled. Did you see her face?" "It was funny," you admit, reluctantly grinning. "Though I sm
The Petals of Time (LokixReader) Ch.7 The second Thor enters the royal chamber behind the dining hall Loki is on his feet, fists clenched. "Where is she? What have you told her? Why was I not notified immediately of her whereabouts? Where is she?" he demands. Odin and Frigga are seated by the fire pit, untouched goblets of mead before them. "She is being attended by Healer Jordis. Jordis expects her to make a full, if lengthy, recovery," Thor says, addressing the royal couple. "Her memories have not been destroyed, but rather suppressed and glossed over. She was likely suffering from a flashback of sorts at dinner. Jordis said the fit was a good omen. It will be painful, but her memories will return almost unaffected." "What do you mean, suppressed?" Loki shouts. "What in the name of Valhalla is going on?" Thor looks at him, debating on how to tell him that his Vanir princess doesn't even remember his name. Odin shifts in his seat. "Loki-"