Danielle's POV:
"The trip wasnt supposed to be that short, was it!?" I asked. "This isint even my house, where are we!?"
"We havent left Asgard!" Loki exclaimed. "This is Folvangr!"
"Freya's domain!?"
There was unusual quiet, for this time of day. It was day, wasnt it!? Inside Folkvangr, it seemed like night. Tiny lights... dancing on the floor, the walls, and ghost images of happy couples danced right through us and around us... The air was chilled... not cold, chilled. The pillars were decorated with dead flowers, colored lights of red, blue and gold taking turns to illuminate the sickly blackened, dry petals.
"Yes..." he replied. That "yes" sounded lazy. But I couldnt be bothered to turn his way and actually look at him. I was too busy staring at this couple that, dare I say, looked a lot like me and... the man's back was turned, I couldnt see him. But the girl had hair like mine, eyes like mine, smiled like I did, and even wore the same clothes as I wore.
"Folkvangr is where the dead rest, right!?"
"Yes."
I didnt want to watch my dead self dance anymore, but I had to. I could feel my legs, I couldnt move. Her laughter, her movements, and the man she danced with so expertly guided...
THOR!
It was Thor I was dancing with!
Was Loki seeing this!? Could Loki see what I could see!?
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A Changed Man (A Loki fan fiction)
FanfictionDanielle led as simple a life you can lead being the daughter of Anthony Stark. One night, after a party, Danielle finds Loki in her backyard... hurt but fine. Danielle is not one to commit, being the absolute party girl, until she spends time with...
