𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

The big sleep

The aches from your stiff body pulls you out of a deep sleep.

You groggily turn to your side, but with your stiff rigid muscles in pain, turning was no easy feat.

You blink your eyes open, seeing that you're in the healing room. You force yourself to sit up on the bed, your legs hanging over the edge.

Looking around, you found it odd no one was in the room with you. No sign of Loki, Thor, or any healers. You gently lower yourself down, placing your feet on the floor as you hold onto the bed for support.

Your knees wobble as you adjust to standing. You wonder how long you've been asleep, your legs were so stiff that weight bearing was difficult. It must've been a while.

You let go of the bed, your body feeling tight but stable. You stretch your legs, and then your arms, loosening up your joints.

You slowly walk towards a full length mirror and look at your reflection. You were struck aghast at the sight of you.

You hair was dishevelled, your face showing scrapes and cuts. You lift the ugly 'dress' that covers your body, the hospital gown very loose and unflattering. It reminded you of a potato sack.

"Great, I'm a lumpy potato in a royal palace" you murmur to yourself feeling irked

You lift up your gown and notice bruises, even your back was littered with deep purple marks. You were struck at how many there were, the fall and harsh landing likely to blame.

You pull your shoulder free from the fabric, your deep wound from Munnin sealed but still sore and healing.

You roam the room, hoping to find some clothes, anything better than wearing a burlap sack.

You huffed in annoyance finding nothing. Giving up in defeat, you decided to grow accustom to your brown rags.

You walk to the doorway, peaking your head around the corner, looking both ways down the palace hall.

Two guards lay their back against the wall opposite, they notice your movement, suddenly becoming startled as they eye you.

They shuffle, standing upright and alert, embarrassed they were caught lounging.
You ignore them, and walk in the direction of Loki's chambers, hoping to find him.

You hear footsteps behind you as you walk, you turn around and see the two guards walking in succession with each other. Going in the same direction as you.

You continue your stride and walk ahead, this time a little faster. Their footsteps pick up pace, getting closer to you.

You start to jog, your heart racing. The noisy clank of their metal armour getting louder as they too started to run, almost catching up to you.

You stop abruptly and spin your body around.

"Why are you following me?!" you snap annoyed

The two guards halted, looking wide eyed at you, then at each other, unsure who should speak first.

"Well? I'm waiting... answer me, why are you following me?"

"Princess we have orders to watch over you, and instruct you should you wake, to make your way to the library"

"Im going to Loki's chambers, I wish for a shower and a new dress" you say sternly

"No!" they both yell in unison

You cross your arms and glare at them "and why not?"

They look at you nervously "Loki's chambers are off limits, another room is prepared for you, you'll find clothes and washing facilities within" they say sheepishly