The Warling

Chapter One

AN: Later chapters contain some BDSM elements that are banned on Wattpad and thus, the story will be edited so it can still be posted here. You will not miss any vital plot points if you choose the clean version but if you wish to, you can read an unedited version on AO3 (username CatWinchester) or FF.net (username CatChester).

Chapter One

When she joined the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, Mira had some idea of helping. She had joined straight out of university and been fast tracked, stationed abroad within a few years and well on her way to a position where she could do some real good.

Until she was stationed in Estonia and her career ground to a shuddering halt, thanks to her boss here. A shallow, vain and misogynistic man, once she had refused his sexual advances, she had been relegated to little more than filing clerk.

She could have reported him but she was still low on the totem pole and he had been a diplomat for nearly 30 years. She could have left and sued for discrimination but she knew if she did that, her career in the diplomatic service would be over. In truth, either option would effectively end her career; no one wanted a whistle blower.

So she stayed where she was, played nice and hoped that when she was moved on, her boss wouldn’t speak too ill of her.

Everyone else here seemed to view her as a leper, as if by being her friend they would have sided with her, and might receive the same treatment as she had.

This was just a temporary setback, she tried to tell herself, although she would be lying if she said that her current situation had not affected her mood.

She was depressed, she didn’t mind admitting it, and the only bright spot in her day was the night, for every night, her dreams took her on mythical adventures to magical lands. In her dreams she was a sorcerer, able to do all sorts of magic. In her dreams she was a warrior, fighting epic battles. In her dreams, she was respected, having the ear of the rulers.

And in her dreams only, she was loved. She had a twin brother she was raised with and the bond between them was as strong as any she had read about before. Just recently too, she had met someone new in her dreams, a dark, and wounded soul and she knew, before even her dreams had shown her, she knew that she loved him.

Her dark prince. Her God of Mischief. Her Loki.

If only he were more than a dream.

***

Nerthus and Njord stood before Odin’s throne, his court and many people of Asgard in attendance at the ceremony, to hear the official announcement of the end of the Aesir­Vanir war.

Nerthus looked to her brother, feeling nervous for reasons she couldn’t explain. As the God and Goddess of Peace, they had been given to Odin as part of the peace treaty between their peoples, just as two of Asgard’s wisest men had been given to Vanaheim, in the hopes that their presence could help bring to peace to all of the nine realms.

Nerthus knew something was wrong though and from the look he gave her, she thought that her brother felt the same.

Suddenly Odin stood up and banged Gungnir on the dais and the room fell silent.

“Citizens of Asgard, it is with great pleasure that I declare the war against Vanaheim over. We have won!”

The crowd clapped and cheered and Odin allowed it for a moment, until he banged the scepter again.

“To cement the peace between us, the Vanir have gifted us their gods of peace, Nerthus and Njord and as the future leaders of the nine realms, and a reward to my sons for their valiant effort in their first great battle, I offer them the Vanir’s generous gift. It is my hope that they may learn from our foes and become the better for it.”