Timeless

Entry #6

Location: The Royal Palace, Asgard

Date: July 03 / 04, 2011

Six years... six long, torturously lengthy years... sometimes even he couldn't believe it had already been that long since his last visit to Midgard. He could have blamed his father for sending him along with Thor each time there was even the tiniest skirmish in one of the other realms; he could have blamed Thor for dragging him along on his numerous secret escapades – although, had he not been there, the blond god along with their friends would have surely died on several occasions. But ultimately, he knew that he too had wanted to go on all those missions... his mischievous streak would not have given him any peace of mind, had he stayed at home.

Gritting his teeth at those unwelcome thoughts, the dark haired Æsir stepped away from the terrace of his chambers, intending to retrieve his helmet which would complete his official attire. The reason for him to be all dressed up? It was the big day Asgard had been expecting for some years... the day when Thor would finally be crowned king.

In all honesty, he had no desire to partake in what promised to be another long, utterly boring celebration; he had fancied the idea of sneaking back to Midgard... maybe to bring Kara back with him. The only thing to deter him from that decision, however, was the knowledge of how his father would react at seeing the girl.

It was quite hypocritical, actually... for the Allfather to claim that they were just like humans – in the sense that they were not immortal – but at the same time to consider humans as such lowly creatures that he would issue a law to forbid any mortal from setting foot in Asgard. Granted, he himself was being quite hypocritical as well, given that the only human he truly cared for was Kara; he really could not care less if all the other humans burned to death and filled the halls of Hel to the brim, so long as the one he was interested in would survive.

That circle of contemplation he had slipped into, whilst trailing his fingers along the smoothly polished top of his helmet, was only broken when he heard the door opening and looked up to see Frigga.

"You look worried, mother." he smiled lightly. "Is everything alright?"

"Have you seen Thor anywhere?"

"He's probably at the training grounds... he goes there whenever he's nervous. I will send a guard to retrieve him."

Curving her lips into a warm smile, the queen offered a nod.

"Very well... he'd better not be late for his own coronation. And you should not be late either; the guests have all arrived."

Chuckling softly at her mock-scolding tone, he finally retrieved his helmet and moved to follow her out of the room.

"I'll go speak to one of the guards." he replied, kissing her cheek before he started along the hallway whilst placing the helmet onto his head.

Yes, he was faced with what would be a long, tedious day, but fortunately he had prepared a bit of fun to spice things up... oh, he was truly  looking forward to that.

>oOo<

"Nervous, brother?"

Glancing to the bulky male standing next to him, Loki lightly smiled at Thor's somewhat forced laughter.

"Have you ever known me to be nervous?" he asked, looking to the younger prince.

"Well there was that time in Muspelheim..." Loki retorted humorously.

"That was not nerves, brother; that was the rage of battle."

"Oh, I see..."

"How else could I have fought my way through a hundred warriors and pulled us out alive?"