Spaces Between

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•Chapter One•
Sarcasm Is My Middle Name
(ASGARDIAN PALACE)

The one thing for sure that I wouldn't miss about Asgard was getting my butt kicked by my big brother—daily. Since a week after my 15th birthday, Loki had decided that he was going to train me to use my magic as well as the dagger Natasha got me. But my magic—with the Tessa Orb gone—was, to say the least, malfunctioning. And also apparently linked to my emotions so now I had to actually learn how to use my magic properly, unless I wanted to accidentally teleport myself out of a moving vehicle.

"You're slow." Loki chided, gracefully maneuvering to my right. I rolled my eyes, ducking and spinning out his dagger's path. This put me directly in front of him, which—in the long run—was probably a bad place to be.

"Maybe," I panted, "it's because you promised me that I could leave an hour ago, and you're still attacking me."

Loki chuckled softly, "that is quite the exaggeration."

Rolling my eyes yet again, I swiped my own dagger at Loki only for him to grab my wrist. I groaned as he tightened his grip just enough to make the dagger fall from my hand.

"Why do you even wear that useless thing still?" He questioned, looking down at the watch on my wrist.

"It's a watch and Clint got it for me. He quote,'wanted me to know how much time I'm wasting.'"

Loki tilted his head, "it doesn't even work correctly here."

"I've got it down to a science."  I mused.  "Even though time fluctuates randomly between Earth and Asgard, my watch always seems works much slower here then on Earth, so by the time the second hand goes around to declare a minute, it's actually been an hour."

I reached down, plucking my dagger from the ground and slipping it into its sheave at my waist.  "And it's been an hour, your majesty."

That was another thing that had happened in the past year.  Odin had seen how much Loki had changed and re-granted him the title of a Prince.  As long as that said good behavior continued—I might add. Also, to go along with that, technically that meant I was a Princess, since I was his sister.

But sadly, I wasn't given such a title.

A muffled sigh escaped his lips, "fine. Be sure to alert Tove and Alrekr of their departure as well, though they should already be ready." He waved his hand, motioning to me that I could leave.  I smiled back at him with a small salute before turning and running in the direction my room.

Running in the hallway was probably not a good idea.  I had made it maybe halfway to my room and as I was turning the corner to enter the hallway my room was located in, I ran straight into someone.

Lorien, you have horrible decision making skills.  Obviously, inner voice.

I stumbled back with apologizes spilling from my lips.  Once I steadied myself, I looked up to see who I had ran into.  It was a taller man—that I did not know.  He had short, dark auburn hair and piercing cold black eyes.  He stood about Loki's height and held his head high.

"I'm so sorry."  I mumbled again when I faintly remembered seeing him earlier in the week.  He was supposedly an ambassador or noble of sorts from one of the other kingdoms, Alrekr had explained.