Young God | L. Laufeyson

7. Prince of Asgard

"Send the Queen my greatest gratitude for the material! It helped to waste some time in this cell." Aurora thanks the guard with a bright smile after the male Asgardian has brought her the breakfast the prisoners eat every day- a small loaf of bread, a slim piece of cheese and a cup of water. The fruits that she received two days ago before the interrogation were only a friendly gesture from the Queen.

"I will, Lady Aurora." The guard replies gently as he takes back the needle and the rest of supplies from her, closing the cell. He's lucky that he's the one who gives Aurora the meals, the others have to deal with the rioting pack of real criminals.

"Any news about the, uh, other prince of Asgard?" She really needs to find out when Thor will return from war. The sooner she is on Terra to build a spaceship, the sooner she is in Xandar to reunite with Ophelia. The former slave has been alone for four days now, Aurora really hopes she can handle everything well. Glancing at the stellar lucky charm with a stitched O for Ophelia that Aurora made, the anticipation to meet her grows rapidly.

"Prince Thor shall arrive today. It is my pleasure to inform you that Asgard has won with an outstanding success."

"War is not really a success." Aurora reminds him and she shudders at the thought of dying people for a stupid sake. "But thanks! One last thing, could you describe the day for me?"

"The day?" He repeats in disbelief and she nods. Meanwhile Loki is in his cell and his breakfast tray is prepared on his table- a huge piece of gammon, cheese, fresh bread, mountains of fruits, wine and milk; the breakfast of a royal. Yet, he doesn't touch the tray and is asleep, or at least he pretends to be.

"It's been just three days since I'm here but it's so dark. The only light is the force field and I'd like to hear about the weather on this divine planet. Please, just describe the beautiful day outside with magical details that make me feel the sun on my skin."

"You're quite a dreamer, I may remark." The guard half smiles. "It's wonderfully bright outside, not even a cloud is hanging in the sky."

"Ohhh, how I miss traveling around and feeling everything." The prisoners groans with longing, a yearning sigh escapes her lips. "This cell feels like a cage, I'll explode of boredom."

"Patience, Lady Aurora. I am certain you will return to Midgard tomorrow. I wish you to enjoy your meal." He leaves with a polite nod and Aurora sighs, taking the dry loaf of bread off the tray. Not to be picky, but I cannot enjoy this breakfast, this is adamant.

Standing up, she grabs the food with the cheese and goes to the force field. Before she implements her idea, Aurora takes out the elastic strap from her pocket and ties it around the bread and cheese, then she holds it against the force field. An expected fizzling arises and a grin crosses her lips at the smell of the melting cheese and warm bread.

"What in the nine realms..." Loki opens his eyes in a beat, his head moves to her side as he sits up. Even though he just got up, the Prince still looks flawless with his snow-white skin and the raven black hair, Aurora won't even question if it is in his divine genes or if she was the only one who wakes up like a mess. "What'd you intend to do now, mortal?"

"I'm... making a sandwich. Not every one of us lives in wealth and has certain privileges." She shrugs and removes the meal from the force field. Receiving his distraught glance, Aurora just shrugs and is about to take a bite. "Don't judge, you even have fruits- Ouch!"

The melted cheese has burnt her tongue and she immediately drops the hot food, fanning air to her mouth with her hand while the other one grabs the cup of water. The auburn-haired girl doesn't waste another second to cool down her tongue with the cold liquid. The whole scenario appears pretty amusing to the Prince of Lies, never has he seen a lady being so clumsy.