Green Eyes (Loki fanfic- completed)

Part 2: Setting down some rules

(A/N I've added a picture which has a rough idea of what each character looks like, you can picture them how you want, or read my descriptions and which actor on the collage fits it, whatever you decide ;) oh and! I couldn't decide on one actor for most of the characters as you can see, especially Ake, so have fun choosing an actor or picturing how you think he would look. A photo of my vision of Eerica is attached to a later chapter)

We stood to attention as his cold eyes peered down on us. Searching our faces to reveal every lie we've ever told, I suppose the more untrustworthy we are, the more he will trust us. But that's just a theory.

Loki stood in front of the throne, holding Odin's staff. The throne room is large, with many columns that have only recently been rebuilt. Every inch of the palace is covered in shining gold. It reminded me of this story I learnt in history of the nine realms, I had chosen to study Midgard and how fairytales and mythology first began (ourselves being classed as Norse mythology).

I came across one about a man called King Midas, he turned everything he touched into gold, until one day he turned his only child to gold. And that's what the Aesir reminded me of. Odin was like Midas, he lived in a palace of gold and then his true son, Thor, became his golden boy, leaving Loki as silver or bronze, not worth as much as gold, but perhaps just as beautiful...

Perhaps I'm reading too far into that family, but it all seemed to fit in my head. Perhaps Odin had brought this down upon himself by putting Loki second, if he ever did. Or perhaps Loki created demons where there were none. Demons are such strange things, they live within our deepest fears, they lurk in every dark corner. So why can't Loki simply turn on the light and fight these demons? Perhaps then he would find peace.

"It is rude not to answer when spoken to!" I heard a shout over my thoughts and found all eyes on me. The other four warriors seemed scared for me, they pitied me. Loki however was stern and frightful. I hadn't realised he was talking to me.

"I'm sorry..." Once I had been so strong, nothing would frighten me. Yet as his demonic gaze was cast upon me I found it was breaking down my defences, leaving me weak in the knees and stomach.

He seemed to laugh at my apology, slowly stepping down from the throne level so he was in front of us. He looked down to the floor, smiling cruelly. Now that he was on the same level as us, I noticed how tall Loki was. I wasn't particularly short but the top of my head would only reach his top lip.

His eyes slowly studied me and I felt a shiver course through me, more so when his emotionless stare found my face "what is your name again?"

(A/N= I think you pronounce it as "i-ri-ka" but it's a Valkyrie name meaning ruling forever)

"Eerika" my voice was slightly shaky and I couldn't control it.

He hummed a response and then his gaze turned stern again "well Eerika, you are expected to speak when spoken to, yes?"

"Yes"

"So if you can't even do that, how can I trust in you to be a warrior?" I had no response, I simply stared at him, frozen on the spot "I admire however" wait... What? "A woman stepping forward and asking for such a position, therefore I shall cast aside this mishap, in knowing that you have been brave in coming here today" my body unfroze and I realised that he had complimented me.

As he turned towards the steps up to the throne a sound jumped out of my throat and formed a word "thank you"

"For what?"

Oh god... Remembering that I detest this man was going to make it hard to suck up to him "for this opportunity" I bat my eyelashes a few times and stood back up straight, as he turned again toward the throne.