Mirabella Odinsdottir

1-Simple moments

A/N- Hola, I just wanna add some lovely little sibling moments before we get down to the real stuff you know? Anyway thank you for reading and enjoy!

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'In the beginning, the phrase 'In the beggining' has become something rather distant. It feels like something trapped behind a cloud of fog, you know it's there yet you can't quite see it. You know what it is yet you can't quite picture it. I know that is certainly the case for myself. So by the time your read this, my present time may feel the same way for you. For me it is all rather daunting, having to live up to those who created the beginning, having to live up to the AllFathers would be a daunting thing for anyone. Whether that be any of the people of this realm, or even a mortal, or a Goddess like myself.'

"MIRABELLA!" At that I was pulled away from my thoughts, without giving myself time to even think I threw my journal and quill into the bush to my left. The footsteps were coming closer now, I then flung myself onto the blades of grass that I had been sitting on a moment ago. I reached under the cloud of leaves that had been behind me moments ago and grabbed a romance book. Delicate princesses should read delicate books should they not? Hence I present the perfect cover up of anything, romances.

And then I noticed my mistake. The ink pot I had been using, I had never moved it, and now I was lying in the exact place where I placed it a few minutes ago. Slowly I set the romance down in front of me and placed both my hands on each side of my head.

Then pushing myself up slowly I took a deep breath in and looked down. Oh brilliant, there was ink all over the silk of my dress that coveres my stomach.

Well this is just fabulous is it not? I clumsily adjusted myself so that I was sort of lying down, I say sort of because I had placed my arm under my torso to support my weight. Despite what everyone in Asgard may have been tricked into believing, things such as deportment and characteristics such as delicateness and politeness have never been things that have came easily to me.

I continued to look down at the black blob that coated the golden silk. I felt a small twinge in the back of my head, too proud to turn and look I stayed where I was pondering what it could be. It felt as if someone was glaring daggers into the back of my head in all honesty. "Brother I know you are there, do not act as if you are not."

"Who says I am acting as if I were not?"

"Well for one thing, brother, you did not announce yourself or do a damn thing to make your presence known"

"Well what on Asgard is wrong with you?"

I scoffed loudly at that, "Oh please, for all you are one good trickster and see what others miss and pay no mind to. In times like this you always fail to see what is right under your nose."

I did not have to be face to face with my brother to know that this had wiped that smirk off of his face.

When we were small there was always a kind smile painted on Loki's face, now there was always that grin, that smirk that never seemed kind, no matter in which way it formed itself on his face.

"Well perhaps if you stopped pretending as if you were a wounded puppy and turned around and faced me I would be able to see" His analogy of me sitting here, in the grass, in the manner that I was, was rather more accurate than I would like myself to believe. I still had my hands firmly planted on the ground underneath my torso whilst I allowed my left hip to sink firmly and now coming to think of it, rather uncomfortably and slightly painfully into the grass.

"Surely a wounded puppy would be lying down, would you not agree brother?"

"Oh I certainly would but my perfect little sister would never allow herself to be seen doing such a thing now would she."

I scoffed and then let out a sigh as I heaved myself up. 'Upon finding herself in an unladylike position a lady should bring her knees towards her body and stand gracefully, keeping in-line her centre of gravity and doing so in one fluid motion.' My mother's words played in my head as I did everything in the exact opposite fashion as I had been taught.

I turned myself around to face my brother and in a way, channeled my 'inner Loki' and offered a sarcastic smile back which morfed itself in a sneer.

"You know, if you wanted to match with me sister, you need only ask to have your own black dress, you need not be so dramatic and throw ink all over yourself."

I chuckled slightly and looked to the left knowing that I would burst out laughing if I were to look back at him.

"MIRABELLA!" Both of our heads turned to the entrance of the gardens as Thor's voice boomed from the hallways of the palace yet again. Before Loki had any time to think I had grabbed his hand and began running, dragging him along with me, leading us both deeper into the gardens. Of corse Loki being the calm and calculating brother he was did not take kindly to being dragged along and began protesting rather loudly.

Thor must have heard Loki's protests as he was now chasing after the both of us. I giggled like a small child as I only began to run faster at this, leaving Loki slightly behind me now. "SISTER!" I heard Loki shout in protest of this. "EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES BROTHER!" I retorted. I turned left and rights through the gardens, weaving in and out of hedges, I knew these gardens like the back of my hand. This was my territory, this was the place I escaped too, my safe haven so of corse I would use it to my advantage.

I then felt two hands firmly wrap themselves around my waist and pull me to the floor. An odd sound, that of a squeal escaped my lips as me and my eldest brother fell down and tumbled head first over our selves again and again. I finished rolling lying with my back to the sky and belly to the grass. Naturally I spun myself around to face the sky, I was still grinning and all that could be heard was mine and Thor's heavy breaths.

After a few moments Loki walked over to us and lay down next to me, looking as if he had simply just woken up and hadn't been dragged across the gardens. I made a mental note to make it harder for him the next time something ridiculous like this happened.

I looked away from the sky and lay my head on its left side and looked at Loki, he was looking up at the sky, admiring the clouds and faint outlines of planets above us. I then turned my head over to it's right side so that I was looking at Thor who was doing the exact same as Loki. Soaking this moment in I lay my head back and looked up too.

It was a simple moment, just three people lying down in some grass looking up at the sky, yet it felt wonderful. Like nothing in the world was wrong.

But all good things must come to an end I suppose. I must say, whoever made first thought that phrase out loud, well I wanted to stab them. Simple as that, it is an awful phrase, awful because it is nothing but the cold hard truth.

"What may I ask are my children doing?" The calm and collected tone of voice is what scared me the most. I froze in shock not quite sure what else to do. Loki and Thor has already stood up so I supposed that standing would be a good place to start too.

Once I had stood I was met with Father's piercing monotone gaze. His face displayed no emotion, yet his eyes said more than words ever could. One phrase that I could not agree more with was that of, 'Eyes are the window to the soul'

You may be the best actor in the world, you may be able to manipulate your features, your stance and your personality into something you are not. But one thing you can never fully change, never fully manipulate are your eyes. The most broken man in the nine realms could stand before me and paint a smile over his own face. But one thing he could not change would be his eyes.

They would show how truly broken he was, how much he longed for help. I find it rather beautiful that eyes can speak more meaningful words that words themselves ever could. My Fathers eyes, they always spoke volumes, no matter how he tried to conceal it, there was no stopping it.

And in this moment they were asking what we were doing. They were telling me how I shouldn't be doing whatever I was doing. They were telling me to answer my Father. Shit. I hadn't answered him