When Loki was taken from Jotunheim by Odin, Laufey was distraught. He searched for his son for centuries before finally coming to terms with the fact that his son is most likely dead. During this time, his wife gave birth to his daughter, Lola Laufe...
"When I was unconscious, I saw her. It only felt like a few hours. She said she is proud of you. She may not have been given the chance to get to know you, but she is proud of who you are today." Loki smiled at my words.
"You should get some sleep. It is late, and I fear Thor may ensure we awake early in the morn. Goodnight, Lola."
"Goodnight." I smiled and walked back to my temporary chambers, where I swiftly fell asleep.
Present
I awoke to the duvet being pulled off of me. Not the most pleasant way to wake up. "Up you get, little sister! There is food awaiting us!" Thor's booming voice was not made for my morning ears to hear.
"No." I grumbled and curled up- fetal position.
"Thor, you oaf, it is far too early and our breaking of fast is not for another hour!" My brother hissed.
"I care, not. We shall train first. I am sure Lady Sif may be pleased to have a new opponent to spar against." With that, Thor grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
I yelped at the unexpected, and clearly well rehearsed, move as he effortlessly swung me over his shoulder and jovially strutted out of the room.
Despite still being half asleep, I recognised Wanda and Pietro groggily standing in the living room, still in their nightwear. Sending a bolt of magic their way from Thor's shoulder, I changed their clothing to training gear that covers more skin than mine does. Which isn't that hard, really.
It was a solid good metal that covered my breasts and a white fabric hung around my waist with slits on both legs that go right up. The cloth is pinned by gold palettes on my hips. Around my neck is a gold band that stops the enemy from slitting my throat.
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(This was actually the most appropriate image of Jotun armour for a female. Most of them just had small pads covering the nipple and tiny shorts. Obviously the art is not my own andni found it on the Internet, all credit goes to its original creator)
I let my Jotun skin roll over me as I found it more comfortable to fight in my natural form.
"Who is she?" I heard a male say. He was blonde and looked like a sycophant.
"Princess Lola Laufeysdottir, of Jotunheim. Loki's younger sister." Thor announced, clearly friends with the blonde.
"I am Fandral, the dashing, Princess." The blonde introduced himself with a smirk as he knelt and kissed my knuckle.
"Charming." I mumbled and subtly wiped the back of my hand on the skirt of my armour as he stood upright again. A lady saw the movement of me wiping my hand and smirked.
