The Lady of Midgard [Book 1]

Chapter 8

Days rolled into weeks as you settled into a new routine; breakfast, watching Áedán in the training grounds before grabbing something to eat on your way to his lessons on the days he had them, which normally meant you spent your afternoons in the garden by yourself enjoying the scenery before dinner with Thor and his friends. Sif was happy there was another woman in the group and you both became fast friends, joining you most afternoons when she wasn't busy.

Months passed you by as you watched the seasons change.

At least Loki didn't seem to outright hate you anymore, in fact he actually made an effort to talk to you nicely whenever you both crossed paths.

It had been awkward at first.

"My lady, how are you on this fine day?" Loki asked you as he came across you and Sif walking in the gardens one afternoon.

"Uh, ok...?" you replied. Loki was being nice for once and that got your back up, he normally only made a snide comment in passing.

"Only ok? I had hoped you would b-"

"-Can it Loki, I'm not in the mood to hear any of your remarks today," you interrupted before walking off leaving a flustered Loki behind who had no idea how to respond to you.

Sif who had been watching the interaction gave a snort of laughter. "Seems this 'mere mortal' has turned your silver tongue to lead." Patting Loki on the shoulder before walking after you.

Frigga also happened to be watching your interaction with Loki from where she was sitting in the gardens that same afternoon, maybe she wouldn't have to interfere again after all.

"Stiorra."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Has the Midgardian mentioned anything of note to you?"

"She laments the fact she has nothing really to occupy her time."

Frigga nodded in response, she would speak to Sif. "Anything else you have noticed?"

"She can be wilful. Stubborn even."

"What makes you say that?"

Stiorra only pointed towards where you and Sif were walking, the clothes you had on today were none of the newer items Frigga had provided you with but were instead all the plain ones you had been given on your arrival. "She refuses to wear anything proper, Your Majesty."

Frigga smiled to herself and took a sip of her drink, she knew someone just like that once.

"Should I show her the library?" Stiorra suggested. "It might make her less bored."

They both watched as you crossed paths with Fandral and the little interaction you had with him, Frigga raised an eyebrow as she watched her son stomp off with a clear look of jealousy on his face.

"Not yet Stiorra."

The next time he had tried was probably worse.

Sitting down next to you at dinner he hoped to talk to you, before Loki had even opened his mouth you looked up from your plate.

"What do you want now?" you questioned him.

"Uh, well, um uh, do you like...stuff?" Loki managed to splutter out.

You only rolled your eyes in response and went back to your meal. Thor and Fandral had seen the interaction and burst into laughter, Loki could only put his head in his hands out of embarrassment.