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𝖎𝖎. by blood, by crown
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VIVICA COULDN'T HOLD A GRUDGE TO SAVE HER LIFE.
This wasn’t a secret — least of all to herself. It wasn’t a skill she lacked or a lesson she’d failed to learn; it was simply a part of who she was, as unshakable as the Asgardian skies above her.
Many called it a flaw. A weakness. Something unbefitting of an Asgardian royal. Her father was among the loudest voices in that chorus. He’d lecture her in the throne room or during a quiet walk through the gardens, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder as he tried to instill in her a warrior’s resolve.
And yet, as often as his words carried weight, they always faltered midway. His stern gaze would flicker, his voice would soften, and he’d send her off with an abrupt wave of his hand, lost in thoughts he never shared.
So, naturally, Vivica learned nothing from these exchanges.
Her inability to hold grudges was particularly evident when it came to her brothers. Thor’s gruff, half-hearted apologies and Loki’s sly, backhanded ones would have driven most to exasperation. But for Vivica, they were enough. Conflict melted away like snow beneath the first rays of spring. How could she stay angry with the boys who had once chased her barefoot through the Royal Gardens, laughing until their sides ached? Or with the brothers who’d taken turns reading her stories under the golden glow of candlelight?
They weren’t perfect. Far from it. But they were her brothers, her best friends.
And now, for the past two days, Vivica had felt the sting of their absence as if it were a wound that refused to heal.
The aftermath of her outburst weighed on her. She couldn’t shake the thought that they might believe she was still angry. That she held some bitterness toward them. The idea gnawed at her, twisting her stomach into knots.
For two long days, Vivica roamed the palace halls like a restless ghost, her guilt trailing after her. She lingered in doorways, peeked into chambers, and slipped through corridors, hoping for just a glimpse of Thor or Loki. But they were nowhere to be found.
