A Fallen God and An Angel

02. Your Saviour Is Here

Summary:

Prince Loki convinces Princess Sera to assist him on his quest to redeem himself.

Notes:

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Chapter Text

"It's true, Prince of Asgard." Princess Sera of Vanaheim stated simply, "I am the Winged Warrior." The prince only stared at her blankly. She purposefully ignored his expression, turning on her heel and sitting on the marble bench behind her. He was dressed in the finest of Aesir leather. All black accentuated in golden thread with several plates dyed a deep forest green. Prince Loki blinked a few times before moving towards her.

"I need your help." he said slowly, sitting down next to her. His voice was heavy like he carried an unbearable weight on his shoulder. "I need the Winged Warrior to return once more." She watched him with disinterest. Even sitting down, he was still considerably taller than her. His eyes seemed to sadden themselves as he awaited her response. It's not the first time they've met, yet he looked considerably different from every image she remembered, even the energy radiating off of him felt different. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

"I'm afraid I cannot be of assistance." She started quietly, "My brother has outlawed the knight. If I don that armour, he'll have me executed." She explained, hoping he wouldn't see through her lie. It is true that the king had ordered the knight's execution, however no force in any realm will ever be able to carry out that order.

"Is the King of Vanaheim truly that cruel for his own sister to be outlawed?" he said pointedly, as if reading her mind. She immediately looked away. It's been centuries since she had willingly shed her armour to prevent the royal guards from burning down the kingdom in search of the famed warrior.

"It's complicated. The Warrior's identity is not exactly common knowledge." She answered, unwanted memories flooding her mind. She breathed slowly, not liking the course of the conversation. "My brother is a good man, yet even good men make mistakes." She closed her eyes again, pushing the memories to the back of her mind. She will not have people suffer for her sake, again.

"I propose an alliance." The prince spoke a little louder, attracting her attention. She knew the look on his face all too well. He has a plan. As if reading her mind, he grinned and continued, "I seek to obtain the Norn Stones, and since, you're the only one in all the nine realms with experience in that field. I shall-"

"If you consider failure an experience that is." She interrupted bitterly. His eyes searched hers thoughtfully.

"I consider experience, experience." He sounded almost hopeful. She let out a dry laugh at the idea.

"It's a dead end. No one can reach the Norn Stones." She shook her head, dropping her gaze to her lap. "I've followed every trail there is, and every one of them was a dead end." Even without looking at him, She felt the prince's glare on her skin and heard leather shuffling as he moved closer.

"By the Norns, woman, what the fuck happened to you?!" He snapped, grabbing both of her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. She blinked at his sudden outburst. "You're feared by every nation in all the realms! Even Odin spoke highly of you!" That was once true, but she'd decided she shall not permit herself to be that person anymore.

"Don't think you know me just because our interests aligned a couple of times in the past." She warned firmly, pushing his hands away. She got to her feet, making her way back towards the railing. She forced her breath to remain stable as she fought against her own mind yet again. The trickster god's voice pulled her back to reality, this time much softer than before.