You've heard the original story of Beauty and the Beast. Now, it is your turn. Nobody ever batted an eye at the Asgardian castle. Nobody ever thought of who lived in it, why it was built, who used to live in it, or even question why they didn't ques...
A/n: Hello everybody! Today is June 11, 2021. I'm sitting in the mountains playing the Greatest Waltzes of all time while I freeze my butt off. It's glorious. I got my 2nd vaccine the day before yesterday and yesterday was sick because I didn't listen and went on a huge hike lol. Drink water, rest, and stretch your arm after both doses of the vaccine!
Dusk settles over the Asgardian countryside, plunging the cell tower in darkness that sparkles with dust. Y/n cowers her head in between her knees, sighing at her decision. SUddenly, the cell door swings open.
"Forgive my intrusion, Frue, but I have been sent to escort you to your room," a deep and accented voice says, more twangier than her captor's and kinder. Frue=ma'am in Norweigan
Y/n wipes her tears and stans, grabbing the small stool (the only piece of furniture in that blasted cell, mind you), ready to strike. "My room? But I thought-"
"What? That 'once this door closes it will not open again, hm?' I know, he gets so dramatic," the voice mimics dully. Y/n bounds out of the cell, raising the stool to hit a grown man. Instead, she sees... a candelabra wave at her from the handle. "Hei!" Hei= Hello in Norweigan
Y/n shrieks and bashes the candelabra. It grunts as it clatters on the cold stone floor, the candles extinguishing. With a whoosh, the first candle relights on the left arm. Then the other arm. She makes out eyes and an animated rudimentary face in the design. "Oh, you are very strong. That's a great quality!" He compliments in a pained tone.
"What are you?" Y/n asks apprehensively.
The arms light the main candle atop its head to reveal a rakish smile. "I am Thor, Prince of Asgard."
"And you can talk."
A clock appears, crawling over the steps, out of breath. "Of course he can talk, it's all he ever does! Now Thor, as the Eye of the Nine Realms, I demand that you put her back in the cell at once!"
Officially freaked out now, Y/n retreats to her cell in search of a better weapon. "What do you want to be for the rest of your life, Heimdall: a protector or a mantle clock?" The candelabra- Thor says. They turn back to her, re-emerging from the cell with nothing to brandish. "Ready, miss?" He turns to...Heimdall. "Trust me."
Holding Thor, Y/n follows Heimdall across a stone walkway high above the grounds. Her e/c eyes dart below and around her, looking for an escape route. Instead, she sees how vast the castle and woods are. "You must forgive first impressions, I hope you are not too startled," Thor apologizes beneath her fingers.
"Why would I be startled? I'm talking to a candle," Y/n grits out sarcastically.
"Candelabra, please. Enormous difference," Thor protests, jutting out an arm as if it were a hand to stop her. "But consider me at your service. The castle is your home now, so feel free to go anywhere you like-"
"Except the west wing!" Heimdall interuppts. Thor throws him a "would you please shut up" look. "Whi-which we do not have," Heimdall corrects.
"Why, what's in the west wing?" Y/n asks, her interest piqced.
"Uh... nothing. Storage space. That's it," Thor stammers. Y/n looks at the dimly lit, massive spiral of the west wing. It's easily the tallest spire, clearly a once bright gold color, but now dulled by the ice and time. "This way, please!"
"To the east wing," Heimdall says.
"Or as I like to call it, the only wing!" Thor jokes. "Watch your step, Vær så snill." Y/n stands outside the bedroom door, anticipating worse squalor. "Welcome to your new home. It's modest, but comfortable." Vær så snill= Please in Norweigan
The door opens to the most beautiful, magical room Y/n's ever seen. The entire ceiling is a painting of a misty, grayish starry night sky. There is a large wardrobe and a huge, comfortable bed. Opulence. "It's... beautiful," she settles on, unable to conjure words to describe it. sorry i hate sunlight LMAO i dont enjoy clear skies unless im kayaking/paddleboarding, otherwise i prefer twilight weather all the way
"Of course. Master wanted you to have the finest room in the castle," Thor says, leaping onto the bed and landing on his side in a large poof of dust. "Oh dear! We were not expecting guests."
A beautiful, pristine white feather duster swoops into the room, giving the surfaces a quick dusting. "Nice to meet you, ma'am! Don't worry, I'll have this room spotless in no time!" She assures in a sweet Midgardian accent. She lands in the arms of Thor, whose candles burn a little hotter once she speaks in her timid accent. "This plan of yours is... dangerous," she whispers.
"I would risk anything to kiss you again, Jane," Thor swears. He moves to embrace her, but she stops him.
"No, my love. I've been burned by you before. We must be strong."
"How can I be strong when you make me so weak?"
Heimdall clears his throat awkwardly as Y/n backs away from the strange creatures. "Is everything here alive?" She asks, picking up a beautiful, thickly bristled hairbrush. "Hello, what's your name?"
Heimdall looks up at her, puzzled as Thor laughs behind her. "Um... that's a hair brush," Heimdall corrects. Y/n quickly sets the brush down, embarassed before she hears a loud snore behind her. She turns to see the wardrobe bursting open with an operatic note. Y/n shrieks and steps back.
"Do not be alarmed, Frue. This is just your wardrobe. Meet Fra Rose, a great singer and fashonista," Thor introduces.
"When she can stay awake," Heimdall mutters.
"Heimdall!" Rose shrieks. "A diva needs their beauty rrr-" She catches herself yawning mid-sentence.
"Ah, stay with us, Fra! We have someone for you to dress!" Thor sings sweetly.
Rose's gilded arms stroke Y/n's shoulder and face. "Finally. A woman. Pretty eyes. Proud face. Perfect canvas. Yes! I will find you something worthy of a princess."
"But I'm not a princess," Y/n stammers, not wanting to hurt this wardrobe's feelings.
"Nonsense! Now, let's see what I've got in my drawers." Her doors open and a few moths fly out."Oh, how embarrassing." Rose places a large hoopskirt over Y/n's head, and proceeds to create an outfit using fabric and her pinking-shear hands. A piano stool, runs in, barking like a dog. "Come here, Jamie. Come help mama!" Jamie tugs at the fabric, helping Rose complete the outfit- which is garish and too too much, all wrong for Y/n. "Perfekt!" She exclaims.
Thor and Heimdall put winning but fake smiles. "Mm. Subtle. Understated. I love it!" Thor compliments. With a deep bow and a whistle for Jamie, he drags Heimdall out. Jane and Jamie follow. Rose calls out after her beloved child just before the door latches closed."Jamie, send my love to my maestra!"
Rose instantly falls asleep with a big snore. Y/n takes a beat, so completely unsure of just how she got here. She ducks down, then crawls out from underneath the enormous dress, which remains standing. Looking around the room with one thing in mind: escape, she quickly moves to the window and opens it. 100 foot drop leading into rosebushes. Y/n turns back to the room, and gazes at the dress, an idea formulating in her mind.
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