𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

3│FAMILY LINE

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪɴᴇ ꒱


❝ FOR YOU, MY DEAR,
I WOULD MOVE THE
VERY STARS THEMSELVES ❞

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A S G A R D

MANY YEARS AGO. . .

Magnus Aricson had joined the King's Guard early in life and served for many thousands of years. If he were to age himself in Midgardian years, the knight would guess he was about twenty-seven and had started his training at the tender age of ten. He loved his job serving his king and knew that he would give his life for Odin if necessary.

He didn't aspire to lofty goals like some of his comrades and never wished to lead an army into battle, but he was strong and loyal and wanted to put his talents to good use by following orders. Imagine his surprise when he not only got to live in the palace protecting a high-security vault, but had also found the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He and one of his closest friends, Ivar, had been in charge of training the younger lads that day when a misplaced spear had been thrust into his side by a more advanced student. To this day, Magnus wasn't sure what had caused him to take such an easy blow to block, but he was glad of it nonetheless. After making fun of his idiocy, Ivar helped Magnus down to the infirmary to get his injury healed.

Elin had been the one to greet him at the door, her blue eyes widening at the sight of his bloodstained robes. Ivar had done the explaining for him, which was lucky because Magnus had forgotten how to speak. The Healer had been just as young as he at the time and didn't have her current skill set so he'd been tended to by one of the older Healers.

Of course, a spear in the side during practice was nothing the skilled workers couldn't handle and he was back on his feet in no time, but before he left the dark-haired man had found the blonde woman again and headed over to where she was quietly preparing bandages.

After watching her for a moment, he finally spoke: "what's your name?"

Almost immediately, he cringed at the blunt intrusion to her peaceful work but it was too late to take the words back now. The blonde woman only startled slightly but gave him a kind smile despite his tactlessness. "My name is Elin. I'm in training to be a Healer, but I suppose that's obvious."

A pretty, light pink blush decorated her cheeks as she spoke to him and she ducked her head to avoid his gaze. The soldier smiled. "I'm Magnus. If we're being obvious, I'm a knight of the King's Guard and a pretty stupid one at that. Who gets injured like that during training?"

He was rewarded with Elin's bright laugh. "It's not the first time I'm sure and people make mistakes all the time. A lapse in talent can easily be forgiven."

The dark-haired man couldn't help but be pleased with her remark. "You think I'm talented? You've never even seen me train, except for when I make a mistake."

Elin shrugged. "I'm sure you've got to have talent for the King to want you on his guard. And besides, you've probably been at the palace for a while and this is the first time you're down here. There's some knights who visit once a month. If that doesn't show talent, I'm not sure what does."

Magnus was in awe of her optimistic outlook on his embarrassing situation. He'd never met someone who seemed so intelligent— but then again, most of his days were spent around men like Ivar, and while he made a great friend, he wasn't one for intellectual conversation.