Flowergirl |L. Laufeyson|

Chapter One

"Watch out!"

The blonde turned around, her eyes wide as she tried to locate the source of the voice. It did not take her long to find it.

Some ways away from her, stood one of the Princes of Asgard, his eyes wide as he seemed to be seeing something she was not. Zoë's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and instead of looking around as he had warned her to do, she just looked at him.

"Why?"

However, it seemed like she would be receiving her answer soon enough. The sound of something flying in high speed closer to her was heard, seemingly slicing the air in two. The woman looked around her, only for her eyes to widen as she caught sight of a hammer flying rapidly towards her.

A yelp escaped her lips as she ducked, just as the weapon flew over her hair. With her eyes wide and her heart beating twice as fast, she looked around her cautiously, noting that the sound of the weapon zooming in the air was no longer heard.

"I really did not mean to scare you."

The woman looked up, only to see Thor, an apologetic smile on his lips as he looked down at her. The weapon had stopped just in front of his feet, stomping some of the flowers in the process. Dragging her eyes away from the smashed flowers, Zoë looked up only to find a hand outstretched in front of her. With some surprise, she looked up, only to see Loki, a small smirk on his lips.

"I told you to watch out."

"What are you even doing here?" she countered as she placed her hand on Loki's, allowing him to pull her up.

"Couldn't we come to visit our friend?" Thor asked, a charming smile on his lips that made Loki next to the woman slightly stiffen.

"It was my idea," he said, forcefully. His brother raised an eyebrow, but the blonde just shook her head at the two.

"Thor, greeting anyone with a weapon flying past their heads is really not a good way to do it."

A smirk curled in Loki's lips as he looked at his brother who simply frowned in return. That was, at least, until the blonde turned on him too.

"And you, Loki, should know that sending a note to someone before deciding to visit is highly appreciated most of the times."

"Too boring," he waved her words off, paying no mind to the huff that escaped her lips. "After all, you know us well enough now that a visit is not something really important."

"We have only spoken three times!"

"Your point?" he raised an eyebrow. "I hardly ever speak to anyone twice if I can help it."