The Little Princess | Fandral x reader

13. The Attention

3 weeks later (Y/n's POV)

Fan and I haven't really discussed the kiss. Not that I want to. It was nice but it will never happen again. It can't happen again.

This morning we (Thor, Sif, The Warriors Three and I) had been given jobs to do around Asgard. I was looking forward to deliver food before I found out who I would do it with.

Fandral.

I requested to change partners but Fandral opposed me and said it would be a good way to put our differences aside and be civil with one another.

We barely even take 5 steps out of the palace before Fandral starts complaining.

"How long do you think this will take?"
"Why can we not do it my way?"
"May I suggest we go left first?"
"Maybe we should deliver the fruits first."

I swear he only does this to annoy me.

We got about 1 hour into deliveries when I started to drone the sound of Fandral's voice out. I couldn't take it anymore. He was killing me.

I stopped at the local weaponry to deliver the wood and iron, I smiled at the workers as they thanked me. However, my smile dropped as I turned around.

Fandral was standing to the side of the road surrounded by two beautiful women. I watched the three of them as I walked to the back of the wagon which held the food.

He was making them laugh. Why was he making them laugh?

I started feeling things I had never felt before. Rage? Anger? Jealousy? I pushed these feelings aside and decided that I was just annoyed that Fandral wasn't working.

I lifted the cover that protected the food and found a fresh loaf of bread. It was a waste of food what I did with it, but if it meant he would get back to work and stop flirting, I didn't mind.

I picked up the piece of bread and threw it directly towards the three Asgardians. My perfect aim caused the bread to hit Fandral in the side of the head. The two girls gasped and screamed a bit.

Pathetic, I thought.

Fandral looked over to where the bread was thrown from. He rubbed the side of his head as his eyes fell on me.

"My bad," I said, "I thought you were paying attention."

I walked to the horses and guided them down the road for the next delivery.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Fandral smile quickly and apologise before he made his way over to me.

"What was that for?" He asked, annoyed.

"Nothing," I replied not looking at him.

"God. You're jealous," he said as I walked away from him.

He followed me to the back of the cart, "no," I said as I picked up a basket of food, "just tired of doing all the work."

We continued the deliveries mostly in silence for another few hours. As we came towards the end, a few small children ran up to me, asking me to read them a book.

Fandral was busy talking to a man about how we 'messed up his order'. I decided to leave him as he might be a while.

I followed the children to a nearby fountain where I was met with more young children waiting for me. I sat down on the stone slab in the middle of the infants and I was handed a book.

The Little Princess.

One of my favourite books. I had read it many times when I was younger. A story about a Princess who dreamed of becoming a warrior and she ended up falling in love with the most unexpected individual.

I read the children a few chapters. Sometimes I didn't even have to look at the books. I knew the words lines by line, sentence by sentence.

Fandral's POV

I had been arguing with this old man for a good ten minutes. I tried to tell him that he was getting exactly what he wanted but he wouldn't listen.

"Look, I'll be right back. Let me get the Princess and she can tell you herself," I said, losing my patience.

I turned and called for Y/n but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Y/n?" I said a bit louder.

I walked around the horses and the cart to see if she was hiding and just trying to annoy me. I called her name some more and gradually grew more worried each time.

Before I knew it, I was running around the streets of Asgard looking for the girl I was supposed to hate.

My movements got slower as I heard children laughing from around the corner from where I was. I looked to where the noise was coming from and to my surprise, there Y/n was.

I lent on the wall I was standing by and watched her as she entertained the children. I had never been so mesmerised in my life.

The way she spoke so softly but with so much meaning. Her facial expressions, the way they changed when a different character spoke. How her eyes lit up as the children laughed around her. Her smile.

If time could stand still, it would balance itself upon her.

I knew I should not allow myself to feel what was blossoming inside of me. There were barriers between us that dictated we could never be together. Yet, in this moment, those barriers seemed distant and inconsequential.

I was captivated by her kindness, the way she nurtured the children's imaginations, and the effortless grace with which she carried herself.

As she turned a page, her hair, caught in the evening breeze, danced around her face, framing her features like a halo.

The children sat entranced, their eyes wide and faces lit with anticipation, hanging on her every word. I could see the way she cared for them, her patience and love evident in every smile and gentle correction when they interrupted with questions or comments.

The session drew to a close, and she closed the book, much to the children's disappointment. She promised another story for another day, her voice a soothing balm to their protestations.

She stood and for a moment, our eyes met. I didn't look away for a second, the connection sent a surge of warmth through me.

She smiled at me softly as she moved towards me, we didn't speak as we walked back to the horses and cart. We turned towards the palace and began our ascent.

"Do you want children?" I asked after an eternity of silence.

"Of course," she said, "I just want to find the father of my children by myself without pressure from my parents."

I nodded at her response.

"Do you?" She asked.

I thought about the best way to answer, "yes," I said truthfully, "but I don't think I will find the right woman."

We reached the palace where Y/n would leave.

"You will find her," she assured me honestly, "you never know, she might be standing right in front of you."

She walked off after that. I stood for a moment wondering if what she said had a deeper meaning.

I decided to ignore it. She hates me.

I mean, we had a magical kiss 3 weeks ago, a kiss I will never forget, and we haven't even spoken about it.

To my disappointment, I doubt very much she was referring to herself.

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