Mischief and Enchantments

Chapter 15: Dreaming

Eventually, Sylvie began to dream.

Only, it wasn't a dream. It was a memory.

Of Frigga...

One night, not long after she'd gone to stay at the palace, a storm came through Asgard. It was that time of year again on Midgard, and Thor, even though he was just a little older than her and Loki, had already perfected his task of giving the Midgardians thunderstorms. It affected Asgard as well.

Frigga, Loki, and Sylvie were sitting by an open fire, watching Loki create little illusions around the room. Everything was calm.

Until a clap of thunder interrupted the peaceful air of the room.

Sylvie screamed and scrambled towards the chair Frigga was sitting in. She knew getting scared of things like this at her age was ridiculous, but she couldn't help it.

She hid underneath Frigga's blanket and buried her face in her lap. Frigga just chuckled and pulled the blanket away from Sylvie's face.

"You have nothing to fear, child." She told her. "Although I must say, Thor can be aggressive at times."

Sylvie looked back at Loki, expecting him to tease her about it. Instead, he was smiling at her, and something about his expression calmed her down.

Frigga motioned him to come over to where they were and he did as she asked, sitting next to Sylvie and resting against his mother. Frigga stroked both of their heads as everything calmed down.

Sylvie felt her eyes get heavy. As she drifted off, she heard Frigga say one last thing.

"Take care of each other."

Eventually, Loki dreamed of a memory, too.

His father was hosting another gathering at the palace. Only, Loki wasn't hiding in the shadows this time. He was looking forward to this party.

That is, if she showed up.

When the guests piled into the ballroom, he didn't see her right away. Nervousness was about to take over until, thankfully, Sylvie and her father came through the doors. Loki couldn't stop a little smile from coming to his face.

Slowly, he approached her, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. She turned to face him.

"Hello." He said, sounding a little shy.

"Oh, hey, Loki." Sylvie greeted him with a smile. Before she could say anything else, Loki noticed a little blood dripping above one of her eyebrows.

"Are you all right?" He asked, pointing to the wound.

"Oh, it's nothing." Sylvie dismissed it with a laugh. "I was sparring with my father earlier, that's all."

"It doesn't seem like nothing." He told her.

"I'm fine." She insisted. "I am."

"Sylvie, you're bleeding," Loki said bluntly. "Come on. I'll take you to a healer."

Before she could protest, he grabbed her hand and started to lead her out of the ballroom.

"Aren't we needed here?" Asked Sylvie.

"We escaped last time and we didn't get caught." Loki pointed out. "Come on. We'll be fine."

They walked through the halls of the palace in silence for a while.

"So, what happened?" Loki inquired. "Your father cut you while you were sparring?"

"Yeah," Sylvie confirmed. "But I managed to get revenge." She gave him a wicked grin and he chuckled.