Odin's Little Devil// Loki

Golden Coronations

I'm seeing Endgame today. I hope you enjoy.

Now, 1060 years old, Nyx stood in her bedroom with a silk dress of gold in her hands. She eyed it with interest before slipping it onto her body, laying her blonde hair over the back of the low cut dress. It fit her perfectly, tightly suited at her waist, loose around her collar and around her legs. The carbonado sewed into her dress showed with smooth dark rocks as it hit the daylight shining through her window.

Then looking down at the golden scandals placed with care at the foot of the mirror she stood across from. She contemplated wearing them for her brothers coronation, then riskily slid into her knee high boots, liking the feel much more than the scandals. Thinking no one would see them from the skirts of her dress, she scurried off into Zillah's room who has become one of Nyx's best friends since she became the weapons keeper.

Zillah stared at Nyx in awe, smiling up at her at how flawless she thought Nyx was in that very moment.

"You are absolutely stunning." she smiled, moving aside to let her best friend into her room. It bore white walls, golden bedsheets that were carefully made as Zillah was slightly meticulous and couldn't stand messes. The drapes were hung loosely, allowing shreds of sunlight to highlight the room of white.

"Sit. We don't have much time." Zillah was quick to change the subject, pushing Nyx by the shoulders into a white cushioned chair that sat in front of a vanity, only a single hairbrush and a row of bobby pins lay on the top.

Nyx giggled, looking herself in the mirror before looking up to meet Zillah's glimmering brown eyes. "You're the one who insisted on doing my hair almost everyday."

"That is not my fault. You have no sense of the artistry of hair. Blindly throwing your hair into a ponytail is not suitable for Thor's coronation, nor is it... ever." Zillah said as if the possibility were as confusing as physics. Nyx thought Zillah looked as if someone said Asgard was made of cheese, utterly confused and disgusted at the thought.

Nyx muffled a cry of laughter, her whole body moving though only air came from her nose. She shook her head lightly, disapproving of Zillah's opinion of hair. But two hands were pressed to either side of her head, straightening it towards the mirror, abruptly stopping her from shaking her head any further.

"No moving." her voice was harsh, running a stroke from her brush through Nyx's hair, stopping as it reached the back of her head, then brushing out the knots. Nyx found the feeling comforting, having the soft bristles run their fingers through her hair, soothing her nerves of the future.

Zillah hurried to brush her best friends hair out, then pin it up into a victorian style bun, delicately laying the curled hairs around her face to make her look more elegant than she truly was. Nyx had to admit Zillah's skills were flattering, but she had little time to converse since she was running a tad late for Thor's coronation.

Nearly running in through from the back of Odin's throne, Nyx fell into step beside her younger companion, standing with pride, secretly out of breath, with her hands folded in front of her waist and standing beside Loki with loyal confidence.

Loki looked back at her, glancing with an amused smirk. He noticed her heavy breathing and obviously distracted look in her eyes even though she was struggling to focus on the large crowd piling in through the front gates, loading all of Asgard into the room for Thor's coronation.

Don't look at me like that.

Loki's lips only separated as he grinned at the Goddess of Desire's echoing words only then to glance past her, catching the warning yet confused gaze of his beautifully dressed mother. He nodded, obeying her warning stare and looked over all of Asgard as they piled in one by one.