° Tricks and Somber ° |Loki x Self Insert Fanfiction|

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝔾𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥

𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

I held my mother's hand as we walk out of the Bifrost, or what my mother calls it. The guards follow after us as I look at the tall man in front of us. He was a darker man with gold armor and a big sword which he unsheathed out of the mound in the floor. "Welcome to Asgard, Your Majesty." He says in a deep tone. I grab onto my mother's dress a bit as he approached us. "Greetings, Heimdall." My mother states then she looks down at me. "Dearest, this is Heimdall, the protector of the Bifrost and of Asgard." Mother says and smiles softly. She looks back up at Heimdall and motions towards me. "Heimdall, this is my firstborn, Mystic." She says as Heimdall looks down at me. He kneels before me and smiles softly. "Hello, young prince." He says. He holds out his hand to me. I was a bit nervous at first but gathered my courage and take his hand. "Hello." I said softly. He smiles and shakes it gently. Then I noticed his eyes. His eyes were as golden as the room around us. He chuckles softly, noticing my change of mood and arises from the knelt state. "The carriage is ready for you both, your Majesty." He tells my mother. "Wonderful." She says and looks down at me. I look up at her and smile. "Lets go, dear." She says and walks with me to the carriage.

As we rode, I looked out the window in awe by the scenery. "Woah..." I said softly. I hear my mother chuckle. "Yes, dear. This will be your new home." She says. I look back at her and tilt my head. "What is wrong with our old home?" I asked. I see her face shift from happy to slightly distressed. "Nothing is wrong dear." She says and looks out her window. I frowned a little and sat back in my chair. 

I get out of the carriage and walk over to my mother. She holds at her hand. I take her hand and we walk into the golden castle. We stop in front of giant throne that has a older looking male on it. On either side is two boys, one with blonde hair and one with black hair. On my left, his right, was a older woman. I hid behind my mother and gripped onto her dress, feeling intimated by the older man on the throne. I look up at my mother as she curtsied to the older man. "Greetings, Allfather." Mother says as she looks towards the man. "Greetings, Nótt. What brings you to Asgard?" He asked. "I have come to offer a treaty from my people to yours." She says. The man raises an eyebrow before standing up. "A treaty you say?" He asks. "Of course. May we talk somewhere more private and professional?" My mother asked. The man pauses for a moment before nodding. "Of course. Thor, Loki, you may leave." The man said. "Yes, father." The blonde said and started to walk down the stairs. "May my son join your boys? I don't want him to hear our discussion nor get lost in the castle." Mother says. The man raises an eyebrow as Mother looks behind her towards me. I look up at her with a nervous look. "Its okay, dear." She says and smiles softly. I nod and walk beside Mother. The boys and man look at me with confusion and interest. The woman however was looking at me with a soft look, the one Mother would give me to calm me down. "Oh. Of course, Thor, Loki, keep our company safe and entertained." The man says, looking at the boys. The boys nod and the blonde walks out of the room. The black haired boy walks down the stairs and over to me. He holds out his hand. I was a bit nervous and slowly raises my hand, taking his. The boy leads me to where the blonde went to. "Be safe, Dear." I hear Mother call out to me. I smile softly, knowing I should be safe.