From a street urchin to all-mother's lady in waiting, Synthia had seen it all.
But on spotting a certain shy raven-haired prince, she didn't know that he would be her undoing. Will she get a happy ending with her prince charming or will his greed fo...
At 18 years old, Loki had puberty hit him like a bilgesnipe, and now looked like a god (literally!). With Flowing raven haired that seemed to absorb light falling on it like a void, with a lithe and not overly muscular body, charming face, high cheekbones, strong jawline and beautiful emerald green eyes that always shone with mischief, he was ethereally beautiful in every Asgardian female's eyes.
His friendship with Synthia had only grown strong over the years, and since the incident with Fandral, there seemed to be a shift in feelings for her in his heart. Now when he looked at her he saw her in a new light, how her brown hair cascaded form her head like a fountain of chocolate down to her shoulders, how her eyes lit up with happiness and shone in the sun, how her smile was so blinding and the musical lilt of her laugh, the curves adorning her body seemed so soft and she herself looked so delicate as if she would simply disperse into minute particles if touched with a little force. Oh, How Loki had hoped that she would return his affections, but he knew better.
"Admit it you witless fool, you will always just be a friend to her, nothing else." He often thought bitterly.
Was it bad of him to think that he wanted Synthia all to himself?, that he wanted her to love him like he loved her?, that he wanted to be with her till the day they died and not as her friend but as her lover? was Loki selfish and inconsiderate of her feelings in thinking that?
Well no, as first of all, he is Loki of Asgard for Norn's sake and will respect Synthia's feelings if she did not like him romantically, he was not Fandral for fuck's sake. Besides, Loki had a bigger flerken to fry than to ponder all the time on his feelings for Synthia Addams.
Being a prince of Asgard often came with a burden, and now, as both the princes had come of age, the line of suitors for both of them, was seemingly endless, moreso for Thor, which in this case Loki was not jealous about.
While Thor basked in the attention and fawning of Asgardian females, Loki tended to shy away from the awfully worded love confessions written in poems with pathetic attempts at being romantic.
"They didn't think I was 'deliciously gorgeous and a hunk of muscle' a year before and followed Thor around with that same lovestruck expression on their makeup caked faces, now that I too have reached the adulthood and can be considered in line for the throne, if in case Thor dies. I apparently have become the most handsome man in all of the nine realms." He often ranted to Synthia.
Synthia often thought Loki was a bit dramatic, until she had heard one the confessions, and believe her when she says that Thor was a much better poet than the featherhead ninny who professed her undying love to Loki that day.
*flashback*
It was a fine summer day, the sun not overly bright. Loki and Synthia were relaxing on the top of their hill, (after the incident with Fandral, it had become Loki's favorite spot for hanging out.
He was laying down on the grass, looking up at the bright blue sky, while you were leaning against a nearby tree, while weaving something with flower stems in your hands, as Loki turned over to watch your delicate elegant fingers maneuver the flower stems into beautiful loops and the look of avid concentration on your face, you both heard the sound of footsteps from near the tress.
Out came a lady, a daughter of one of the nobles of the royal court, in a golden dress while fanning her face and panting dramatically.
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