Dreams and Wishes

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It was hard going to sleep. all the maids and workers were buzzing about Thor turning down his kingship and how everyone was finally rid of Loki's mischief. My heart ached and my fingers found the slim bracelet once again.

His face flashed in front of my mind but there was no real depth or color. I remember his arms holding me in the tanterime tree just outside the cave of time. The way he was when we were alone, sweet and caring, sarcastic yes, but he was never evil.

"Eerika, the king has asked for some bremhild. Take this to him along with his night clothes." My mother shoves the tray and basket to me. "Please put on a smile while you do it."

I send her a flash of teeth and tie my blonde hair back into a plait, taking the tray. My mother catches my chin in her hand.

"Sweet child, I know you thought differently of Loki, but remember he tried to do unspeakable things. It's best to move on and forget the way things were between you two and move on to better things...like Gunnar for example he is a strapping young man." She kisses my forhead and I look into the green eyes that I inherited. "I just want you to be happy my dear."

I give her a sad smile and kiss her cheek before sliding the paper door closed. It's a ten minute walk from the servants quarters to the kings chambers. There is music being played and the smell of bath soaps wafts out into the yard.

"Sir, may I come in?" I ask knocking on the door.

"Enter." Odin's voice comes through and an ugly raven swoops above my head into the room. Odin stands ther in a robe his eye patch glistening from being in the steam.

"Sir your drink and clothing." I kneel and lift the tray before me. I wonder at what he is drinking too. Bremhild is meant for celebration and from what I saw it was the last drink on the list here. Losing one son and then being denied by his other.

"Ah yes, perfect, Eerika isn't it?" He asks looking at me with his one eye, his lips finding the cups rim.

"Yes sir, my mother is the pastry chef." I give a small curtsy and keep my eyes down away from him. As far as I could tell he was a gross old man that needed to cut his facial hair.

"Yes, I am quite fond of the womans cooking. Tell me have you gained the talent she has in cooking?" It takes me a momnet to answer unsure of what he wanted.

"No, I simply run the errands. I have no hand in cooking." I say wanting to leave the room as quickly as possible.

"No, but you do have a hand in art, I have heard of your drawings in the servants courtyard." My hear beat quickens and my head shoots up to look at the man, only one other person knew about the paintings I did.

"I-I am sorry." I stumble through my words.

"Don't apologize I realize that you were in acquaintance with Loki at the time and nothing ever comes out good with him."

My body hardens and I hold my head a little higher. "Sir with all respect, I will not deny that the actions Loki took were awful, but I will not lie to myself and others that I was in love with him."

Odin looks thoughtful, staring into the drink, "Was, interesting choice of words Eerika."

"He is dead so there for living words no longer have a hold for him." I say standing up and setting the basket on the granite slab next to me.

"Would you say you no longer love him then...because he is dead?" He looks at me with his one eye, and a smirk laces his lips.

"Good night sir." I say and curtsy leaving the drawing room. I hide my face from the other Asgardians as I make my way back to the servants chambers. I pass my mother working hard on tomorrows food and lay down in my room. Pulling the blanket up over my shoulders I curl up into a ball. His bracelet his held next to my heart and I cover my mouth to hide the sobs.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 07, 2015 ⏰

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