" 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 "
unending mind battles of the prince and the seer on t...
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🪲 ₊̣̇ ✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ," i'd rather take my chances with geri and freki, thanks. " " the wolves? "
spring ,001
"𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄.. the tulips belong somewhere near the rose bushes, the colors will clash amazingly."
"Lovely, i'm on it Lady Mering." With one hand poised on her hips, other rolling up each pant leg -- Y/n had gave a knowing nod to the head mistress before grasping the two baskets full of undeniably heavy stone and rubble, balancing on both her palms with unsurprising ease.
Mering watched with narrowed eyes, slowly craning her neck up to face the dull sky -- flowing clouds slowly dimming the light the sun was offering, indicating rain was to fall soon.
Her lips parted to tell Y/n, but the moment her eyes left the darkening clouds she was no where to be found.
"Goodness that girl, a workaholic i'll say." The blonde older madam jumped at the tall man who appeared next to her, his presence strong as he looked down on her. "Mering!" He faked surprise, a soulless grin filling at his face.
Immediately the aging woman sighed, lifting a bag full of rose clippers and garden tools over her waist. "No you menace. It's gotten so bad Y/n specifically told me not to tell you where she'll be heading today."
"Oh Madam, as the Prince-" Loki's hand exaggeratingly was propped to his chest.
"I couldn't care less than I already do, prince." The lady snatched her pot of flowers from the grassy grounds, sending Loki one last look to savor that shred of annoyance anyone rarely got to see, and then made her way into the trees and out of sight.
"I wonder!" The mischievous man called out, knowing Mering heard. "I wonder if she's at the pond! Catching those stupid little frogs." A loud grunt of annoyance came from beneath the tall mounds of wood, Loki snickering quietly with hands tucked in his pockets.
He turned around completely, yet stopping in his rendezvous as a small droplet came crashing down onto his nose.. almost in slow motion.
A small gust of storm wind blew back his midnight hair, the strands that covered his peripheral were now gone -- revealing the Lady he had been hoping to run into today.
"Sif!" The Warrior placed a gloved hand on his chest and pushed back his attempt at a welcoming pat on the shoulder.
"I'm looking for Y/n, her duties seem to have gone over her head and I suspect you have something to do with it." Her stern look had Loki choking down his own spit, spewing out a random remark.
"Lucky for you, I know just the place." He leaned in slightly, Sif's face hardening even more as her hand was hoisted on her weapon compartment. "You see Y/n has been a cover for the moment until time comes where the throne is passed down and Odin is pursuing me to the useless women of the castle who know nothing but gold and value. Boring I must say."
A flash of lightling cracked the sky, yet neither flinched.. "That wasn't the question." Sif, who only shook her head "Liar, you know nothing. I'll find her myself you useless bag of rocks. Maybe her close friend Thor could help." Sif cracked a humorless laugh.
Mustering up a cunning smirk from his angry scowl, Loki refused to show any slander to his brother while watching Lady Sif storm off..
Speaking of storm.
"Hold this?" A sudden monotone voice came eerily close to Loki's ear, making him jump and spin around -- faced with a drenched Y/n. Who pinched the hem of her shirt to keep it from uncomfortably clinging to her torso.
"Aren't you the woman of the hour." Y/n shrugged off her basket worn just like those bookbags midgardians use and dropped it into Loki's arms, his breath tightening as he tried not to seem like the weight was undeniably as heavy as the 9 ton throne that sat in the far middle of the main hall.
Continuing her stare, she sighed and made her way past the royalty with a shake of her head. "Which way did Sif go."
"Aren't you a seer?" Large hands dropped the wood woven basket and propped themselves onto Y/n's shoulders to stop her in place, water draining down her arms, open back -- and chest.
Quickly spotting the Prince's roaming eyes, Y/n smacked off his palms. "I can predict voices, not your lewd thoughts."
Y/n set off to find the female warrior, hoping to win over her niceness for the moment and fix her mistake of forgetting to clean the main hall for the grand dinner tomorrow.
How could she forget? -maybe it was the foul mouthed prince that quite literally followed in her footsteps.
"I'll see you ton-" Faux excitement dripped from Loki's tongue, only to be cut off.
"Hope you won't."
She was off, and when she finally found cover she wrang out her hair and clothes -- trying to seem presentable as she made way into the dining hall. Her search beginning..
Loki was left, hands tucked into his pockets as he stood in the pits of the rain -- his head numb with the thoughts of how in gods name he's going to get Y/n to be his date tomorrow.
