Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

V | you're my best friend

"Whenever the world is cruel to me, I got you to help me forgive"

My new room was - unsurprisingly - mostly golden, but compared to the rest of the imposing palace it seemed almost ridiculously inviting. As if it was making a special effort to make itself look cozy, which, to be honest, it was quite good at.

Opposite the door stood an insanely huge bed measuring about 3 by 5 meters with white, smooth covers that seemed to only be waiting for me to sink into and drift off to the land of dreams. Next to it was a sideboard with two stylishly matching lamps on top. To the left and right were two windows through which the rosy, warm light of the sunset, fell and danced across the golden-brown floor, and the white carpet covering part of it. My gaze wandered first to the left to the large bookcase, then to the right, where it met two doors, one of which probably led to the bathroom, and finally came to rest on the group of unnaturally comfortable-looking armchairs that were arranged around a small, round table.

"Shall I leave you alone for now, Lady..." Jill began to speak and looked at me questioningly. Only now did I realize that I still hadn't told her my name. "Romanoff... Dajana Romanoff. But please call me Dajana," I replied quickly and took a few steps further into the room. I felt terribly out of place. Entirely worn out, I dropped to the foot of the bed and stroked the soft fabric absentmindedly.

"Can you stay a while longer? I think I still have one or two questions. Especially about the culture here," I pleaded. It would be downright embarrassing to admit that under no circumstances I wanted to stay alone in these huge, strange rooms and would have preferred to go to sleep, knowing that that would hardly be possible here.

I was used to run-down hotels or small apartments from work, not huge palaces. Although I had one or two successful missions there too. But they weren't usually locations where you stayed for longer. Sometimes a champagne reception or a handover of data... The thought of S.H.I.E.L.D., which used to be something like my family, hurt and painfully dragged the memory of the betrayal back from corners of my mind, which I had almost successfully repressed until now. Nevertheless, I pulled myself together and began questioning my new maid - the thought was still strange.

Jill told me a lot about the planet, and the humans living here, who actually, strictly speaking, weren't exactly human, but rather Aesir. I let her talk about everything except what was directly important to me. I kept the conversation away from the royal family and the threat, as well as from my potential powers. My brain had enough to process for today and so I decided to devote myself to these things tomorrow, although I felt terribly guilty.

Billions of lives weighed on my shoulders and I was concerned with frivolities.

My best excuse was that trivial things could turn out to be important as well. Besides, I would certainly forget the important pieces of information, which would be even worse.

The soft, unforgivably cozy bed seemed more alluring with every passing minute. "Thank you so very much, I think that's it for now with my questions," I said after a while and put on a convincing smile. It would have fooled any normal human and probably most gods, but not Jill Leevidotir. She wouldn't let herself be fooled. Not by me or by anyone else. She smiled back gently and looked at me encouragingly. "As you wish, my lady. I am at your disposal at any time. You will find nightgowns and dresses in the wardrobe," she pointed to the door furthest from the exit, "the other leads to the bathroom," she explained after she had stood up, "You've had a long, exciting day, so it's absolutely valid that you need to rest," she added before she bid me a good night and left.

I was far too tired to change out of my clothes or to notice the weight her words had lifted off my shoulders. I only managed to take off my shoes and top before I rolled myself up like a taco in the wonderfully fluffy blanket and closed my eyes. Suddenly the room around me no longer seemed so huge and empty, nor so threatening that I would have got a knife from somewhere in case I had unexpected visitors. All I could feel was sleep, which was slowly but steadily catching up with me.

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The next morning, I was woken up by sunrays, tickling me cheekily under the nose and slowly leading me out of the land of dreams. Since my early childhood, I hadn't slept as well as today and therefore was in a good mood. I was close to bursting with motivation and enthusiasm, so I quickly got up and went to the first door, which, according to Jill led to the bathroom, where I took a long shower and then looked around the walk-in closet.

To my disappointment, the only thing I could find were dresses there that looked absolutely enchanting but terribly impractical, which ought to be my top priority if I wanted to try out my new powers today. I quickly slipped into one of the simple, white nightgowns that hung on the next bar and then stuck my head through the door into the hallway. "Jill?" I called, feeling rather silly. To this day, I haven't figured out how the system worked among the servants in such a huge palace. Still, less than two minutes later, the person I'd called was standing at my door and smiling at me kindly.

"Good morning, my lady, what can I do for you?" she asked, sounding no less motivated than I was. Only now did I notice how delicate and vulnerable her stature seemed, but her posture demonstrated pride and willpower. She was also astonishingly beautiful in many ways. Soft features, pretty cool purple hair that went down to her chest, and piercing green eyes. All in all, she reminded me of a fairy from the tales one of the many hosts told me on my travels. I quickly forced the thoughts of that time away.

"Hi, um... I have a bit of a situation...", I tried to explain as politely as possible, "The king said he planned on training me today and that's rather difficult in a dress. Do you have any sports clothes or armor or something like that that I could borrow?" I put on my most mannerly smile and hoped that I wouldn't have to fight the God of Thunder in a ball gown. I had killed people in skirts and dresses before, but this was still a whole different league, which is why I didn't want to make things unnecessarily difficult for myself.

"Oh, of course, of course. I'll bring you suitable clothes right away," she assured me. I nodded gratefully and dismissed her. She came back with simple, wide-fabric trousers, an equally simple top, and a slightly more stylish vest. "It's not a lot, unfortunately, but I heard that the king has already commissioned a suit of armor for you," she said as I quickly got dressed. It did indeed look quite ordinary, like a peasant in the Middle Ages, but it was much better than a dress and the fabric, as plain as it looked, felt damn high quality.

On the way to the training grounds where I was supposed to meet the king, Jill, who was leading the way, and I encountered a guard who seemed to be coming straight towards us.

"Lady Romanoff?" he asked me directly, which caused me to halt. "Yes," I replied. Had I managed to get myself into trouble this quickly? It usually took me at least a day, although it could be said that I was knee-deep in trouble before I even got here, considering my circumstances.

"The king sends you a message saying that he has to postpone your training until noon. Important state matters have come up," he announced, which put an immediate stop to my good mood. What could be more important than the protection of the realms?