Asgard's Angel

It's Not Proper!

Angel came out of her room the next morning wearing a green tunic and brown pants than were more like leggings. Loki raised an eyebrow at her outfit. "Is that my shirt?" He asked.

She shrugged, "don' know. Advantia gave me gave me a whole bunch she found." She could tell he was looking at her.

"The bag?" He asked, gesturing to the message bag she had on.

"I've had this the entire time." She said, giving him a weird look.

"Of course. And you're wearing men's clothes because?" He wondered.

"Because I'm used to wearing them and I hate wearing dresses." She said, walking ahead.

He chuckled. "That may be a problem, considering you have to wear one everyday, even if only to dinner. "

she whirled around to face him so quick he almost bumped into her.

"You won't get very far with me trying to tell me what to do." She said sharply. Then she turned and kept walking. It was almost as if the entire thing hasn't happened.

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Loki was quite surprised. He knew Angel had talent, but he didn't realize she had that much. He watched her float ten feet in the air, as calm as you please. It had taken her not five minutes to get the spell right. It had taken him at least an hour to get that spell. In the same amount of time, she had mastered five, and was getting faster each time. He watched as she laughed and whizzed across the room. It was one of those rare times when a sliver of real emotion to break through her calm facade. Just then, there was a knock at the library door.

"Lunch, your highness. " said the young servant girl, her nervous hands making the platter shake. He took pity on the poor thing, smiling slightly and taking the tray from her hands.

And with good timing too, because as soon had a hold on the thing, Angel floated down behind her and yelled "boo!" The girl jumped three feet in the air and took of running, forgetting all etiquette and never looking back.

"That was cruel" he scolded, but he was chuckling.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm positively evil. What would you have done?"

Loki thought for a moment, then smiled. "Probably the exact same thing you just did."

"You're such a hypocrite." Angel told him as they say down to eat. It seemed someone had said something, because there was considerably less food. She was grateful. After years of not always having a lot of food, to have so much and not be able to eat it all seemed like a waste.

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Angel was bored, which was bad, because when she was bored, things began to happen. Her eyes trailed around until they landed back on Loki, and she decided to have some fun with he who had tried to steal her brothers title (she had heard him calling himself the trickster king at dinner last night). She watched him for a moment as he mixed the ingredients for a luck potion. He stepped away for a second and Angel gave the clay beaker he was using a hard look. It shattered over the table. Loki turned around in surprise, then cursed. She smirked and thought 'gosh he's fun to mess with!' Then turned her gaze to the pile of papers he had on his desk, and with a small flick of her hand, caused them all to go flying. "What are you doing over there?" She asked, "summoning a poltergeist?" He was about to reply when another knock came to the doors. They always seemed to come when she was having fun. Thor opened the door, not waiting for an invitation.