It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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There was a big party after Loki's death. Not to celebrate his death but to honor his life and the return of their 'health' king. Many Asgard's sat our a large table eating the feast. There was music playing and people dancing, talking, and laughing with one another.
It felt wrong to be at a party, having fun when you've just lost a person so dear to you. Frigga had helped her daughter get ready for the event. Helping her when she cried her eyes out, wanting the pain to disappear. Her long, soft black hair was tied back into a bun at the top of her head. Strands of hair fall from the style, framing her face. She wore a white, strapless, floor-length base dress with a sweetheart neckline, a long, pink over-dress, with a v-neckline, and long flowy sleeves. She had added a silver belt that hugged her waits, hold the dress together, white heels, the rings she wore to Thor ceremony and her gold tiara with black gems.
Athalia sat outside on some steps, the cool breeze blowing through the air, while she watched the sunset. She could feel her mother worried eyes staring at her as she listened to everyone enjoying the party. Volstagg's booming voice could be heard from inside telling a story to all the other guests. Athalia say Thor walking behind her out of the corner of her eye. He wasn't walking over to her, he knew she needed time to herself as did he.
Fandral and Sif stood in the archway with Queen Frigga, watching the two young royals. "My Queen, we are so sorry for your loss," Sif spoke sadly.
"How are they?" Frigga's soft voice asked as she watched her children.
"They mourn for their brother, and..." Sif told her, letting out a shaky breath. "He misses her. The mortal."
"You'll be a wise king," Athalia heard Odin tell Thor, who stood by his side.
"There will never be a wiser king than you." Thor spoke, "Or a better father. I have much to learn. I know that now. Someday, perhaps, I shall make you proud."
"You've already made me proud. Both of you." Odin told his son, glancing over at his daughter who no longer sat alone. Fandral had traveled away from Sif and the Queen, joining the young princess as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Princess." Fandral said, "Losing a family member is one of the hardest losses."
"Thank you, Fandral," Athalia mumbled eyes locked on the sunset still. The two sat in silence for a moment. The blonde warrior stood back on his feet, extending his hand to the black-haired goddess. "What are you doing?"
"Offer a dance, to you. My Princess."
"Why?"
"To take your mind off things and to honor your brother's life." Fandral explained, "Things are going to be different around here, but it's nothing you won't be able to handle."
[Amber's little chats; Act 1 is done and dusted! (only took 12939 words) I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far and are looking forward to Act 2 'the Avengers' - Side note, episode one, season 2 of Loki has dropped! What are people thoughts? Bye Lovelies!]
