𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀ ꒱


❝ WHEN THE NIGHT IS OVERCOME,
MAY YOU RISE TO FIND THE SUN ❞

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A L F H E I M

Every night, she dreamed of the boy who would become her glorious purpose. Unlike the many beings of the universe, Eleanora had been born knowing her reason for life as Stars often did. There was no wondering who am I or why am I here, there was simply knowing.

When she slept, the boy she saw had dark hair as black as a raven's wing. It was his eyes that she admired most, though. They were green and shone like emeralds against his pale skin. They were never without a mischievous glint that spelled trouble for whoever was on the receiving end of his schemes. But with the mischief there was intelligence as well, turning his amused expression thoughtful as he pondered over his next trick. Although he never noticed that she was there, Eleanora's heart would skip a beat whenever he turned unknowingly in her direction.

Protect him, sister, the gentle whisper of a thousand scintillating voices reminded her— as if she needed it. As if she didn't already feel the tug of belonging, wishing she could be by his side to shield him. He is yours to keep safe and to love. He will need your guidance in the coming years to steer him away from the wrong path. He will be tested beyond anything you can imagine. As will you, but you are stronger as One. Together, you are fated to shape the destiny of galaxies.

In the morning when she woke, she would lie in bed and gaze at the sunlight streaming in through the window of her room. Her sisters' voices would replay in her mind and she felt both burdened and liberated by the task that lay before her. But right now, she was only a child. It would be many years before she met the boy from her dreams and the brightness of the day chased away the weight of her future.

Despite the promise of greatness that she would eventually live up to, her beginnings were far more humble in the idyllic countryside of the realm she lived in. Adjacent to her mother's small cottage was their farm which provided enough sustenance to keep them content. She stepped into the barn, her worn boots crunching on the straw-covered floor. Her light blonde hair was tied back with a kerchief to keep it out of her way as she began her daily routine of taking care of the farm animals.

She first approached the horses, their gentle eyes lighting up as she entered their stalls. Eleanora spoke to them in soothing tones, her hands running over their velvety muzzles. She checked their water buckets, ensuring they were filled to the brim, and adjusted the blankets to keep them warm on the cool morning. Next were the chickens, clucking and scratching in their coop. Eleanora scattered feed on the ground, watching with a smile as the hens pecked contentedly. She collected the freshly laid eggs, cradling them in her hands like precious treasures.

As she moved towards the pigsty, a group of curious piglets squealed and scampered around her. The girl knelt down, giggling as they nuzzled against her. She filled their trough with a mixture of grains and vegetables, ensuring they had a hearty breakfast. With a soft stroke, she bid them farewell and promised to return late.

She returned to the cottage with the items she had gathered to see her mother preparing breakfast. Elin wasn't really her mother, of course. Stars did not have any biological family as they came as a gift from the Heavens. But Elin had taken her in, protected her and raised her, so that's what Eleanora called her. The older woman turned to her as she entered, her expression softening at the sight of her daughter, her arms laden with goods. "Good morning, stjarna. It looks like a bountiful harvest today."