Other Worldly

⪻Chapter Three⪼

Darkness blanketed the Asgardian sky and millions of bright stars were sprinkled upon it. The Princess had finally been granted permission to leave the ball and retreat to her room. She got rid of her tight-fitting dress and looked to the mirror. A thin looking girl with many scars stared right back at her. She traced a finger a long the ripped tissue one her back, stomach and legs. Too many to count. Too many to heal. She turned away from the horrors of the mirror and slipped on her white nightgown. There was a criss cross pattern down the front and white lace covering the rest of the torso. The bottom was made of white silk with a sheer material on top of it. From the shoulders onward was draped the same sheer material. She put a white robe on top of it and grabbed a candle. She clutched the brass handle of the plate tightly and opened the door.

'In and out,' she thought. 'In and out.'

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Footsteps echoed the quiet hallways of Asgard as the youngest prince strode up to his room.

'The party went on for too long,' he thought. 'All the time that could be spent reading.'

His entire night wasted on watching his brother be crowded with irrelevant beings and brushing off foolish nobles trying to gain his attention. The only thing worthwhile there was her. The Princess. Sigyn...

He liked the way her name felt on his tongue. Sigyn. Her beauty like no other and dare he say more than the Goddess of it herself. She was an intellectual one he thought. Smart and beautiful. Other worldly. What other secrets could this maiden hold? He regretted not asking her to dance quicker. But if he did so, he probably would've stayed there for another eternity. If only he could've had the chance to speak to her more.

Theoric...

Lord Theoric of Langdale. A small place in the more Norther regions of Asgard. A person he couldn't tell their left to right. A person who thinks them better than anyone around them. A person...not worth her time. She was a Goddess. Not an object to be sold off to someone who wouldn't treat her right.

He shook his head. He was getting carried away with his thought. Who knew if she had met him already. If she enjoyed his company. If she loved him. No. He wouldn't think that far. He reached his room and stripped himself of his clothes. He threw on a black tunics and black pants before entering his bathing chambers. He washed his face and looked up at the night sky.

'What a beautiful night it could have been,'

He sighed to himself and jumped onto his velvet green bed and conjured a book into his hands.

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Loki then shut the book with a loud clap and put his hands in his hair. He wasn't going to be able to finish the first chapter at this rate. He sent a wave of magically wind towards the torches and dropped onto his pillow.

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He tossed and turned but something didn't feel right. Something was off. He looked through his balcony to the night sky. It was nearing 1am. A clatter outside caught his attention.