incomplete: Goddess of Empyrean『fem!OCxLoki』

Beautiful

Carefully Haizea sets the flower crown on Frigga's head. "You look stunning, your highness."

"Will you be joining us, dear?" The queen makes eye contact with her through the mirror.

In an instant, blood floods the brunette's face. "Respectfully, I fear there's no reason for me to be there."

"Please, my sons both enjoy your company, one in particular," the blonde reasons. She gets up and gestures to the chair, "Take a seat, dear."

Hesitant she obeys and sits in the chair Frigga was in mere seconds ago. The blond removes the tie from Haizea's hair, gently making it fall over her shoulders. A few strands she pulls behind, fixating them with hair clips.

"Loki is lucky to have you, my child. You're beautiful," she smiles at her.

"No one can keep secrets from you, your highness," Haizea sighs and takes a glance at herself in the looking glass. "It is good to dream, but I should get back to work. Father surely awaits my help at the Bifröst-"

"Heimdall will lead our visitors to the palace, dear. I personally request your presence." Frigga turns and goes through her own dresses, searching for one in particular. She gave Haizea's measurements to the dress maker, green fabric with golden metallic shine. For the Queen it was just a question of time when Heimdall's daughter would join them, especially since Loki's mien changed due to their intercourses. "Here," she pulls out the dress and holds it up high, "this is yours, Lady Haizea."

Blood rushing her cheeks, addressed gets up from the seat. Her mouth falls agape as she takes in the beautiful attire, yet again hesitating to accept it. "Your majesty, this is..."

"Beautiful?"

"... too much," the brunette sighs and reaches for the tie. "I appreciate your offer and help, but the Prince and I aren't that close. I do not want to anger him, even if it means to reject something so precious from you."

"Well," Frigga takes the tie out of Haizea's hand, "if my son is angered by your appearance, it surely will not be because you are there but because of jealousy. Do not worry, child."

Reluctant Haizea accepts the dress, changing behind a room divider. With the dark brown locks falling over her shoulders and the golden shimmer mixed with the green of her attire, she truly looks beautiful. Pride fills Frigga as she walks the younger Asgardian into the halls of Odin's throne room. Different than any maids, Haizea isn't walking behind the Queen but next to her, Frigga's hand on top of her own. Normally Loki would've been the one to help his mother down the stairs, today though his eyes seem to fixate on the woman in green escorting her. As Thor extends his hand for Frigga, Loki does the same for Haizea, unsure how he feels about this situation. Sure, ravishing her is one of his most delightful events of the day, but bringing her when welcoming guests? It paints a picture he isn't certain he wants to be painted.

The younger Prince leans down to whisper in her ear, "What are you doing here?"

Understanding, Haizea lowers her head the tiniest bit, enough to show that his question pains her. "The Queen requested my presence, your highness."

"Why would mother do such thing?" Loki frowns, pulling away from Haizea as he speaks the question forming in his head.

The brunette swallows the emotional lump forming in her throat and walks past him, "Maybe because her son has been requesting my presence every night this week. But what would I know, your highness?"

Thor doesn't hesitate to compliment his mother's decision, expressing how glad he is to have a friend standing with him. Her laugh as he jokes a little echoes from the walls, striking the black haired like an imaginary dagger. From time to time Haizea glances back to him and sees his mother conversing with him as Thor tries his best to keep her entertained. Only when they enter the throne room do their voices die down. Haizea curtseys in front of the Allfather, surprised that he actually greets her in a more personal tone than usual. As if he knew of Frigga's plan, he suggests for her to stand next to his youngest son and so she does. Not like she has much choice any way.