Sincerely, Your Love

Chapter 2 - Home

Continueing down the hall, my heels clicking against the marble floor, echoing down the halls surrounding me. I had left my family in the throne room to deal with Freyr and his son on his own, no more than five minutes ado. Soon enough, I'll be on my horse, getting closer to Asgard by the minute.

I was correct, in no time at all I was at the stables.

"Your horse, your majesty," a young stable boy, no older than 14, said. I had never seen him before, short, brown, fluffly hair, dark brown eyes, he almost looked like Aldrich.

"Thank you," I replied, slightly bowing my head in gratitude. I slide my foot into the stirup and throw myself over the horse. My other foot swiftly finding its plave in the other stirup. Tightening m grasp on the reign, I put the horse into motion. Setting him off into a trot. My stability was quickly found and I was off to the field.

Asgard is the only realm with full access to the bifrost, bridge and buidling in full. So in Vanahiem, we have a field, just a mile away from the palace, that we use to call upon Heimdall.

I can feel ever jolt of the wild animal below me. Every step it takes, every head shake, every tail whip, everything. So I can quickly fell when the horse begins to tire. It's a short ride, so the horse should easily be able to make it, but I cannot see the field and the animal is already tiring. But I am not yet at the field, so we continue.

The ride is longer than it should be. With it only being a mile the ride should only take about twenty minutes, but it's been thirty and we haven't reached our destination. I know we are close, so it is not of too much concern.

Putting odd the extra time was a choice that didn't matter. As soon enough, the field was in view. The heavy trot of the horse turned light, and slowed down as we grew closer. Now, being at the field, I can see the scarred grass. The circle outlind of every years trip carefully etched permanently into the never cut grass.

Getting off the horse is as easy as breathing that I don't even think about it. My leg is swung over to the other side of the horse, stepping down and feeling the grass crunch under my heel and tickle my ankles.

"Heimdall!" I called out, just a few seconds after, the bifrost surrounded me. The rainbow of colors engulfing me, swallowing me whole.

Almost as soon as my feel lift from the ground, they return. But on solid ground.

The tickle of grass is gone, along with the smell of evergreen trees.

"Your highness, welcome back to Asgard," The familar voice of Heimdall greeted.

As all of my senses gained stability, I saw the golden armored man, and two young men waiting for me at the entrance to the golden dome.

"Alora! Welcome back, I've missed you," Thor's booming voice is filled with joy, happy to see me.

"I've missed you too, I always do," I'm happy too, to see both of them. Thor walks up to me, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. When he pulled away, over his shoulder, I could see Loki, holding a small smile on his face.

"Loki," I began, starting towards him, "It's been so long," I would never tell them, but I always missed Loki more than Thor. I've ever known why.

"I know Alora, it's always too long," his silky voice calming any anxious nerve as he reaches to take my hand. I gently place my hand in his and he pulls me into a gentle hug. Much different from Thors.

When I pull away I can still feel the lingering hug on myself. Thor comes up next to me, all three of us standing together. Me between the two men. The turn to look at both men, beaming up at them.