The Lady of Midgard [Book 1]

Chapter 3

Once your tears had finally stopped flowing you realised you should probably make sure Áedán was ok.

"Mother of the year," you muttered to yourself.

Getting to your feet you looked around for your son, it was then you took in the sight of everything in front of you.

A huge wooden four poster bed lay to your right towards one corner of the room with a cupboard set against the wall opposite in the other corner. To your left against what you assumed must be the outer wall sat a fireplace, ornate figures carved into the mantlepiece that you could not work out they were - they weren't creatures you had seen before, a largish couch sat in front of the fire with a coffee table in between them and smaller ones to the side of the room. Beyond that you noticed a few windows set down one of the walls that were framed by heavy navy blue curtains, currently open and filling the room with a massive amount of natural light.

Opposite the door where you were currently standing was another one with one set near it against the wall with the windows. Deciding to investigate within you found one of the doors contained the entrance to the bathroom, which when you glanced inside you found (thankfully!) Earth-like amenities; however what really made your eyes grow wide was the sunken pool-like feature in the floor near a tall window that gave you a clear view towards the mountains.

Opening the other door you found a balcony that allowed some view of what lay beyond the palace, restricted as it was, not that you could really complain. Seeing how far up you were when you peered over the stone railing you quickly made a mental note to not let Áedán out on it alone.

Walking back inside and locking the door you turned to spot your son lying on the bed pointing up at the ceiling and counting, looking up you found stars and planets painted onto it.

'Ok,' you think. 'Maybe I didn't piss Odin off too much.'

"I'm trapped on the realm of the gods," you laughed out and flopped next to your son on the bed.

"What are gods, mumma?"

"Beings of legend my darling." You looked at him and smiled as he frowned. "Why don't you show me what you were counting."

- - - -

"Stiorra," Loki called out when he spotted her. "Where is my mother? I need to speak with her."

"She is currently occupied, Your Highness." She stopped and curtsied. "Is it urgent? I am currently on my way to see the Midgardian."

"Why?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I am her handmaid now."

"You?" Loki frowned upon hearing the words. "Wouldn't one of the other maids be a better choice? It's not like she's going to be here long."

"That, is between your mother and I." Stiorra smiled at him, making Loki scoff in annoyance.

"Has she or the boy eaten?" Loki blurted out before he could stop himself.

"No, I don't think so?"

"Since it's past dinner can you take a tray of food to them. Please." Mentally slapping himself, he shouldn't even be giving you the time of day.

"I can sire."

"But can you say it's from Thor, not me," he added quickly.

Stiorra only nodded in confirmation as Loki walked off.

- - - -

A knock on the main doors what felt like an eternity later had you heading towards them and cautiously opening unsure what or who you would find on the other side. A young lady about your age, well looked your age you realised, this is Asgard after all, smiled at you and walked into the room carrying a tray of food, placing it on the coffee table and turning to face you.