Makutu ☆ Thor: Ragnarok [DISCONTINUED]

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TWO
MAGICK LESSONS
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Underneath the Asgardian Palace, beneath the throne rooms and the dining halls and ballrooms and royalty, hidden from the public eye, was a room no larger than Odin's ensuite.

The floors were slabs of Svartalfheim Slate, a stone that held benefits no normal person could comprehend. And Odin didn't need to know how Frigga acquired it. Despite the cold looking room, with water from a spring that occasionally leaked and dripped down the walls, and the dark looming shadows and unnerving mysterious noises, Rán didn't feel afraid. In fact, she felt quite at home.

Frigga sat on an inexpensive embroidered cushion, to make sure her dress wouldn't get ruined on the dusty floor, and lit the candles on the small circular table that they sat around with a simple wave of her hand. Loki fiddled with a golden figurine as Rán stared around the room, fascinated. The first thing she noticed was the tapestry of Yggdrasil, the tree that connects the nine realms, and its multicoloured threads that blended together harmoniously. She noted that there seemed to be a subtle glow around several of the planet's borders. Behind the tapestry was the door they came through. On the ceiling Rán looked up and saw etchings and drawings that must've been ancient, symbols and runes that the eight year old couldn't even hope to translate. Behind her mother were bronze fixtures against the damp wall that held a bowl of fire and a bowl of water, what they were meant for, Rán had no clue. She turned her attention back to her mother, who had just finished arranging a bouquet of flowers. Frigga smiled at her.

"Don't be afraid, dear." She said with a warm smile towards her daughter. Rán sat up straighter,

"I'm not." She said with a defiant tone. (Maybe she was, but only a little. The shadows made scary figures.)

"You will be." Loki smirked and Rán glared at him.

"Now, Loki, don't scare your sister. I remember how scared you were at your first magick lesson." Frigga chastised with a coy smile and a wink towards her daughter. Rán smiled smugly as Loki glared at the table and mumbled under his breath. Frigga turned to her daughter with a more serious expression. "Rán, this skill is one of the most important things that you, as a Goddess and as a Princess, need in life. I know you want to be a warrior like your brother, but you are a lady and they don't need us ladies on the battlefield. Injuries can be accumulated and put us out of duty for a long time. However, magick never leaves us. It is essential that you learn this. And when you master it, you could be invincible."

Rán nodded slowly as she took in all that her mother said. "So will I not be able to yield thunder?" She asked with an innocence and naivety that made Loki want to laugh.

"We'll see - at the moment Thor seems to hold that power, so you shouldn't be burdened with that responsibility. Though it isn't unheard of. Yours will come in time. Who knows, it might show today." She smiled at her daughter.

"Okay. I want to learn magick." Rán said with a determined look in her eyes.

Frigga plucked Loki's figurine out from his hands and placed it in the middle of the table, much to his silent protest. He glared at Rán whilst she looked towards their mother. "Now, concentrate with all your might on Loki's figurine; feel the energy flow from the floor and through your veins, feel the magick in your heart and in your bones and will the figure to move with your mind. Don't allow any distractions and just let it happen." Frigga advised and moved the figure herself for demonstration. Rán nodded sharply before staring at the figurine with squinted eyes, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. And then, she willed.

And willed.

And willed.

And willed.

The figurine did not move. Rán's head began to ache and her eyes began to burn. Loki snickered to himself at his sister's failure and Frigga put a hand on her shoulder. "I think that's enough for one day, my princess."

Rán shook her head, her eyes still focussed on the gold figure of Bor, their grandfather. She refused to give up so soon.

"Come on, darling, before you strain yourself." Frigga calmly urged.

"Before your fat head explodes!" Loki laughed as Rán switched her attention to an ice cold glare at him.

A clatter of bronze colliding with stone came from behind Loki as the basin of water, next to the one of fire, had flown across the room and crashed into the wall above his head. Water dripped down the walls. Loki had ducked upon the sound of impact and had his arms wrapped around his head. Rán suppressed a giggle as his hair stuck up in all different directions when he lowered his arms.

"What was that?" He growled at his sister, who shrugged. Loki willed for his face to become scary, to distort into something monstrous, a glimmer to scare his sister. Rán saw as the monster took over her brother's face and let out a squeal before jumping up from her seat. She dived over the table so fast it looked like she was flying as she threw aside the tapestry and darted out of the room. Loki went after her, cackling all the while.

Frigga smiled to herself. Because now she knew. There was something special about her daughter, for not Thor nor Loki had moved anything on their first lesson, herself included. Frigga knew her daughter was on her way to being one of the most powerful people in all the realms.