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Áskoraðu mig

Áskoraðu mig

All a people need in order to rise up against tyranny is a leader bold enough to take up the banner. - The Saga of Harald Hardrade

Alisons POV:

The market place was a hive of bustling activity a mixture of aromas assaulted your senses, cinnamon, turmeric, cardamom, cumin every scent overpowering. Brash colours; purples, reds and oranges exploded from every stall. Loki was taking in every minuscule detail his eyes alive and jumping from stall to stall, he's a curious man by nature easy enough to read but the motivation behind the surface was always questionable.

The sun was high in the sky it must be just a little bit past noon, we strode directly down the middle of the dirt road. The flow of foot traffic was heavy, we were extremely noticeable by our armour and gold gilded weapons. Not to mention Loki can't exactly be inconspicuous with the spectacle his horns caused, I doubt there was one set of eyes that didn't land on us.

Whispers were already lit and blazing through the crowds the odd greeting of your highness to Loki and scared stares directed at me felt a little uncomfortable. I felt fear from those who dared meet my eye, that's the last thing they should feel, people cleared a path avoiding getting in our way. I needed to prove to the public I was here to make things better not another tyrannical leader. Although there was a fine balance between mercy and a show of power, they needed to believe in my abilities just as much. I was the main event not Loki they needed to see that, I needed to believe that.

"Are we to visit the fat oaf Matias, Iver or did you want to buy me a new dress?" I see the sarcasm was back.

"He kept good on his promise to get me into the Palace I want to thank him and see if he would be of use to us. His word reaches far we'd be foolish not to take advantage of our exchange with him." I kept my tone flat and direct which didn't exactly please the lord of laughs at my side.

"Ahh a shame I was so much looking forward to seeing you try on a pink frilly frock." Loki twisted his fingers and sent green sparks to my stomach my clothes flashed and changed into the most horrific clunky pink dress you could imagine, far too many bows and layers to be functional.

"You're the one in a skirt Laufeyson." I nodded to his tunic which stopped just below the Crown Jewels. He shook his head clasped ahold of the edge of the material and with a stubborn look on his face; stated that it was in fact a tunic and I should know my royal dress if I was to become one.

I had enough of his attitude for one day I simply glanced at his cape my bangle vibrates as the material twisted and wrapped itself around his ankles landing him flat on his face in the mud. His helmet knocked askew and his robes caked in dust with small patches of mud here and there.

"Very amusing I hope our fate doesn't depend on your humour." His bitter face actually did make me laugh.

"I thought you liked tricks?" I sweetly smiled and carried on my path to Matias's Tent.

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"Alison my darling, how did you fair with our pretend king? I hope all is well." Matias boomed he sat atop of a mound of multicoloured cushions, his chest filled with crumbs. Every part of the man had some form of jiggle movement as he threw his arms in the air. His confident cocky attitude reflected his "I told you so" she would succeed attitude. The man was truly pungent and I wasn't sure if he was of good heart yet, Hilda's words reminded me he had some conscience.

The enthusiasm quickly vanished when Loki stepped through the curtained door, his face like sour grapes still lightly dusted in dirt. Strands of multicoloured beads from the doorway clung to his shoulders they reflected the tinted sunlight across his face and golden Helmet.