Servant to the King. 16+

The Young Prince

You awake to the feel of warmth and the piercing sound of people.
You can practically feel the vibrations of each and every step.
Opening your eyes, your blinded by the sight of the sun.
Oh my, you thought, what had only felt like minutes had been hours.
The sun was now shining in the east as early afternoon greeted the nine realms.
Despite your fatigue, you manage to get up and leave the alley.
Once more, your greeted by unsavory faces.
Thankfully, it is not long before your ride arrives.
One privilege to being the god of night is the use of what Midgardians call 'The Constellations'.
Quite the privilege indeed...

"Phoenix, my friend, let us leave this place.
To the resting place." You command.

The mighty Phoenix, though a blaze in legend, comes to you out of stars.
As do all the Constellations, their figure is fired of the stars in its body with space between.
An empty beautiful abyss trapped in the body of any Constellation you require.
Although, you have not been given the right to utilize one before, all others remain in your grasp.
You meant to summon it earlier, but the overwhelming sense of defeat got the best of you.

You quickly hop on the pack of the Phoenix and ride high to the top of the palace.
Although you are not allowed inside, you and your sister have always found the roofs of the palace an excellent get away.
However, Sol hasn't really had that problem lately.
In the view of your realm, the sun is more important, more beautiful than you.
Though part of you knows that is true, you feel betrayed.
How is your twin sister allowed in the palace yet your considered a trespasser?

Now upon the top of a taller tower, you finally have a chance to breathe.
The collection of stars you utilized have returned back to their respective place in the sky.
Your alone once again.
You hear the whip of your cloak in the wind as it casts a dancing shadow by your feet.
Your fine Asgardian leather boots press firmly against the palace stone, making a sharp clank each time you tap.
Despite the cool of the midday breeze, your sister's presence mocked you still.

The feeling only stops when the clash of thunder snatches you from your thoughts.
In only moments after, you hear a crowd begin to cheer and shout on behalf of the almighty Thor.
With nothing better to do, you decide to glide down and take a look.
Thankfully, you don't need any stars for that.

Peaking out from one of the many columns in the palace, you find yourself intruding on a rather interesting celebration.
The first prince, Thor, of whom you had previously encountered, seemed to have returned from a battle.
Among friends and colleagues, the prince rejoiced his victory with songs and wine of all degrees.
You saw pints upon pints of alcohol along with pounds upon pounds of food.
They had little to no regard for any of their surroundings or actions.
Watching them drum around in a drunken stupor...it was enough to nearly make you gag at the sight.
Although, you suppose you were not one to judge the actions of the future king.
Even...if you fear the future that the new king will bring.

Your quickly caught off guard by the loud steps from behind you.
You spare no time in cowering to the balcony.
Now, all you can do is hear.

" Thor, we must speak-"

"Ah, Loki!
I was merely wondering about you an hour ago!"

"Mother has asked me to-"

"Oh, come now brother!
Let us celebrate my victory!"

"I would love to, truly, but mother insists that we reserve this celebration for later on."

"Oh, does she now?" Asked a separate voice.

"If it's for the queen, we shall continue on in the evening." Assure another.

"Such a class, Sif.
Always such a class!"

"Oh, shove off!" She exclaims, punching someone in the process.

"Fine, but as the Midgardians say, stop being such a party pooper, Loki!" They mock.

The crowd seemingly scatters leaving the voices of the eldest prince, his friends, and the young prince.
All you hear for several moments after is the sound of mockery and apathy.
Your curiosity gets the best of you as you manage to peak up from the bottom of the balcony.
You silently groan once you see Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg..for Odin's sake, it was bad enough for Thor to be king, you thought.
At least Sif would be the future Queen no doubt.
Although you wonder if they would ever develop those feelings. 
Thor was simply bragging about his ventures to his younger brother, Loki.
He seemed unamused but did his best to bare it.

"What have you been up to while my absence, brother?"

"Oh, I-"

"He's probably where he always is!" Interrupted Volstagg.

"In the palace...reading." Added Fandral.

The young prince chuckled before responding.

"Yes, I'm afraid I've been rather indulgent in my studies."

Before he could even begin, Thor snatched the book from his hands.

"How can you read such boring things?" He asked before Sif snatched it from his hands.

"It is a matter of Wisdom, genius."

"Oh please," Hogun insisted, "no amount of Wisdom is worth the decades locked away in that room of yours."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but might I-"

"You should really excise that twig you call a body, Loki!" Mocked Volstagg once again.

Fandral spared no time in grabbing the book and throwing it off the the side of the palace wall.
The young prince didn't even bother to try and stop them.

"There!
Now, you will become a proper warrior and join us in our conquests!"

They all laughed in response and continued seemingly endless waves of mockery.
Without much hesitation, you scramble to grab the prince's book and return to your hiding place.
You recall how it feels... to be segregated.
Bullied for your age or place among the gods.
In many ways, mischief would be less honorable than any moon in the sky.
However...you can tell that even if Thor is rough around the edges, he truly cares about his brother.
Oh yes..that you know for sure.

You watch as they head back inside leaving Loki alone in the exterior halls.
He sighs, silently dreading the journey he would have to go on.
Thankfully, it was not long at all.
He turned just in time for you to place the book on the balcony and dash off.
You know he would never know it was you..but you felt as though he would appreciate it nonetheless.