LIMERENCE. || Marvel

01 | In The Garden.

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Unlike most stories, this doesn't start in adulthood, this starts in childhood. At age eight, Minerva sat in the garden surrounded by flowers. This was the place she could come to collect her thoughts. See, everything was perfect at home: she lived with her mom and dad, her father was an Asgardian warrior while her mother was one of Frigga's servants.

Not everything was perfect, now that I think about it. Anyway, considering Minerva was outside alone, she didn't expect anyone else to be out there with her. "Excuse me? Who are you?" A boy asked, which Min didn't turn around to look at him. "I asked you a question." 

Finally, turning around to look at the source, she saw a boy around the same age as her. "I'm Minerva. Who are you?" Hoping the kind approach would work, she tried keeping an open mind on everything.

"I'm Loki, and you're not supposed to be in the garden." He sounded defensive, which she didn't understand why. However, looking at her in more detail, he could take in her appearance fully. "What's with the horns on your head and the wings on your back? What are you?" 

"I'm Asgardian," she answered before moving back to look at the flowers in hand. "Those are just part of my appearance." she couldn't get into it too much, but the boy had curiosity about it. 

"Are they real?" He moved to touch her horns, but she quickly grabbed his wrist. Looking at her horns before she grabbed her wrist. 

"I would suggest you not touch my horns or my wings, thank you." Letting go of Loki's wrist, she didn't turn to look at him as he moved his arm away. "Sit," she pat the ground beside her, which they hesitantly sat down. "You can ask about them." 

"What?" The question caught him off guard, but seeing as she flicked her goldish green eyes at him, they knew what she meant. "How do you have wings and horns? They're unnatural to Asgard." He finally popped the question, which she picked up a flower from the garden and gave it to him.

Taking the pink rose from her hand, Loki looked down at it for a moment. "It's not yet fully bloomed," she pointed out, which Minerva placed her hands around the base of the rose. Golden magic flaked around her hands, which she closed her eyes and focused.

She felt the life of the rose, something she used to grow it within her hands. Once she opened her hands and her eyes, she saw the pink rose in full bloom, opening up in Loki's hands. Both of them looked at the rose, but Minerva's eyes then snaked up to her face. "Something troubles you." 

"I've never understood why Asgard favors my brother more than me. My mother and father pay more attention to Thor than to me. Neither of them probably does not know I'm out of the castle." Now he sounded either troubled or hopeless, which she sighed and unfurled her wing to around his shoulder.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Loki. After all, I'm sure you're just as amazing as your brother." She tried assuring them, but she wasn't sure if she would believe them. 

"My father always compares me to Thor, speaking about how his strength is higher than mine, his tenacity. I do not enjoy hearing it, and I wish I could tell him not to compare me to him, but I doubt he would listen." Loki's tone only grew to be annoyed. It took little to realize that.

"But you have talents, do you not? With all that you appear to be, you can't be talentless." She tried bringing the light to him, and seeing as her fingers unconsciously toyed with the rose's stem in hands, Loki thought for a moment.

"I'm better at magic than my brother." Was the only thing she could think of, but Minerva sure that wasn't all. "But I don't know what else I could do." That same self-doubt mindset they were in made her look at him in wonder.