The Royal Asgardian

Chapter 37

I soon arrive and see a man glaring at me. It's the evening. The golden hour.

"Who are you. Where is the gate keeper?" I stand tall ready to fight.

"Wooooah easy now. No one has to get hurt." He teases. Bring out two weapons.

I look into his eyes. "You know of me do you not?"

He leans his head to the side. "Did we sleep together?"

I throw daggers of ice at him and pin him to the wall. "I would never sleep with a disgusting man so lowly as to say such a think to the princess. You are not worry of such a privilege." I punch him. "I will go see my father now. Thank you."

I fly myself to the throne room.

I walk in. Everything is still the same. It's just quiet at this time.

"Avinna....." I turn to see Odin.

"Father...." I shed a tear. I run to him and hug him close.

"I've missed you child. For I apologize for not bringing you home sooner." Odin tears up.

"Father you have never shed a tear before." I amuse at this sight before me.

"Well this time was for a good reason." Odin then walks to the lounge area. "Come child. I feel better now that your safely home. Asgard is thriving. Thor is keeping the realms safe as well. Tell me about the time that has passed."

"Just so you know I'm not fund of the new gate keeper. I understand that Heimdall created treason but he was the one who looked out for the nine realms. . Father..."

"I will not discuss anything of him. He knew his punishment. Drop the matter you're ruining the mood."

Y-yes... father.... i uh.. i became part of a team that defends off ones who cannot. I guess I'm in a way I was a earth warrior. Mmmm I ah... met a man...." I started.

"Oh?" Odin looks at me curiously.

"He's a trustworthy mortal. He is much like us. He is older than most earthlings. But-not-Old Old like us. Not-that-we're-Old." I sigh in defeat.

"I ... think I follow you Avinna. Please continue." He smiles at me reassuringly.

I smile back. "His name is Steve Rogers. He is a gentleman who has a heart of gold. He stands up for what is right. He even tamed me when I was upset with a ..." I was about to continue.

"You! You got jealous of Natasha did you not?!" Thor boomed into the room after over hearing our conversation.

I roll my eyes.

"Who is this Natasha. Sure she is not a better warrior than the greatest Asgardian warrior." Odin looks to Thor baffled.

Thor laughs and hugs me close. "I have missed you dear sister."

"And I you. But you sir are butting In!" I push him hard off me.

"Ooooh a bit of muscles have you now!?" Thor laughs from his belly and looks to father. " Father we must have a feast tonight in celebration of the return of the princess."

"I agree. Let's. Guard. Tell the cooks to prepare a wonderful meal for Avinna have returned!!!" Odin cheered loudly.

I still couldn't help but to think about Heimdall.

.....

Later on after the meal I walk the palace and go down to the garden where Thor Loki and I would have our afternoon meal time with mother.

It's so quiet now that they are gone.

A glimpse of Loki appears. "Do you miss me?"

My eyes water. "I have missed you every night. Why have you left me?... so much pain I go through and you selfishly just die on me." I chuckle cry.

"Well can you blame me? I mean who hasn't wanted me dead for being selfish." Loki smirks.

"I only wish we had more time together. . . You're the first man I ever loved."

"Yeah until golden boy happened." Loki folded his arms.

"Jealous are we?" I laugh. "Oh I'm having a conversation with myself. I do believe that means I miss you more than I realize. . ." And Loki disappears.

The wind blows lightly and I close my eyes.

"I miss him too..." I hear Thor approach.

"I wish To go back in time." I turn to Thor. "I've heard of a man who can change time. What if.."

"No." Thor takes my hands. "We must never tamper with what is, it was, or how things became ... unless the worlds were dying then maybe a little. But we can't go back to bring him back. There would be consequences."

"Since when did you grow a brain?" I spit back a little upset but understood.

"Get some sleep." He kisses my forehead.