As one. Always. (A Loki fan fiction)

Chapter 26

I ran a brush through my hair, glancing at the sundial. I had about half an hour before Loki was due to accompany me to the ball.

It had been a week since my father had arrived in Asgard, and I had spent time with him every day. He had meetings to attend most of the time, but I had at least an hour with him every day. We caught up and had bonding time. And it was nice. I didn’t think hanging out with your dad could be so fun.

I also had to deal with the fact that since he had missed out on so much of my life, that he would buy me things. I didn’t want my dad to go out and buy me things, but he often insisted on it. Which was how I got the gorgeous dress I was wearing now. It was more along Grecian lines, which seemed to have become the style here. It was one shouldered, with a braided belt at the waist and braided fabric on the shoulder. There was a long piece of fabric attached at the back of the shoulder, flowing down the side of my dress, almost like a cape. The dress was a deep green, almost black at the hem, and then gradually becoming lighter and lighter until the very top of the dress was nearly white.

I had seen it while my father and I were walking through the city. I didn’t go to the city often, mostly because it was mainly shops, taverns and inns. I didn’t exactly need to go shopping much. But my father wanted to go there, see what there was to see. It was cool. It was like a medieval market: open air shops with cooking meats, fresh bread and sweets, glass blowers and metal workers. Children ran about, around toymakers and book shops. It was bustling and full of life, and I could see why my father enjoyed walking there.

We had passed the seamstress’ when it caught my eye. It had been on a bust, and when I glanced at it, my father immediately pulled me aside into the store, claiming that he knew the shop owner. Honestly, I think he knew everyone, because we stopped several times to say hello to people and to have me introduced. Anyways, he would not hear any protests from me. He politely ordered me to put the dress on, had it fitted for my size and sent to the palace. He wouldn’t even tell me how much it cost. I was glad we went home after, because I didn’t want him spending more money on me.

I put my brush down and was unsure of how to fix my hair. I wanted to do something different with my hair. I usually wore it down, in a braid or a high pony tail. I played with it for a bit, when I heard a knock on the door. I whipped my head around to the sundial, wondering why Loki was so early. I had twenty minutes left! I wasn’t ready yet.

I walked brusquely to the door, muttering under my breath about men. I pulled open the door, mouth open and ready to speak my mind when I saw it wasn’t Loki at the door, but my father. I shut my mouth, silenced. “Hi dad.” I could feel Loki listening in and laughing at this moment. ‘Sorry.’

My father smiled. “You were expecting the prince?” I nodded, embarrassed. He smiled wider. “I know you did not want me spending any more money on you, but you are my daughter and only child-”

“Da-ad.” I whined, inviting him in to my room and shutting the door.

“Can I not spend coin on my only child?” He asked innocently.

I sighed. “You don’t need to.” I didn’t want him to think he needed to buy my love. He had it.

“I know. But I would like to.” He pulled out a small, sparkly clip. It had a simple design of crystals. “They are Asgardian crystals. Your mother has the matching broach. I had it made for you long ago.” It was beautiful, sparkling in the light.

I hugged my dad. It was a beautiful gift. “Thank you daddy.” It wasn’t the fact that he gave me the beautiful clip, but the sentiment behind it that made me tear up. My dad had special jewelry made for my mother and I.