Fire and Ice ~loki~

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How do you perfectly describe a begging and an end?  You cannot. There is no such thing as an end. Our stories keep on flowing from generation to generation. Until the day the earth ceases to turn, there will be no such thing as an end.

The light flickered in through the window bathing the room in pure golden light. The birds sang their sweet morning songs and the sound of trickling water from the outside streams filled the air. Loki groaned.

"My love, did you not say on our wedding day that you would stop the sun for me? Can you not lower it and provide us with more hours to rest?"

He asked. Rashida chuckled. She lay in front of him with his arm draped over her torso and his chin resting on her shoulder.

"In times of strife, Loki, I would give anything for you such as stoping the sun with my hand, however, my dear king, this is no time of strife."

"But it is!"

"Loki, dear, your desperate laziness is not strife."

He groaned again. Rashida sat up as she chuckled at her sleepy king. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"I have things to attend to. Join me when your ready."

He tugged on her arm, pulling her back down into the bed with him. She landed on his chest and he held her arms so that she hovered above him. He smirked up at the queen.

"How about we start this day with a little exercise?"

"Loki, I have business to attend to. I cannot show up to my royal meetings a flustered blushing mess because of your desires."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

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"In the coldest time of year why is it so hot here?"

Loki hissed as he walked into the throne room in royal green and gold robes to join Rashida. She laughed at his remark as she sat upon her stone throne, grasping her Father's golden staff. Loki came and stood behind her.

"Lover, think of it as my desire."

Sekhmet trotted into the room, dragging a man by his tangled hair. An angry expression stained his face. His torso was dangerously thin and dirty. His loincloth was not even white anymore. It was a dusty grey colour. His feet were callous and black with dirt.  And his hands were the same. His dark eyes fell upon Rashida.

"Your majesty,"

Sekhmet began as she threw the man at Rashida's feet. Rashida's expression did not change but Loki looked at the man in utter disgust.

"This man was found speaking slanders of your name and your father's. The old punishment for this is death."

She symboled to her sword nestled in it's sheath tied around her waist. But Rashida held up her hand in ceasing command.

"What is your name?"

"Amal. Your father killed my father. Bayti."

Rashida felt an emotion she had never felt before. She remembered his father. So many years ago. But she remembered his screams, the disgusting sound of knife on bone and flesh as he was helplessly murdered in this very throne room. She remembered how she wept after she witnessed such an action. Loki seemed to sense her discomfort.

"Are you alright my love?"

She did not answer him. Instead her eyes searched Amal and his furious face.

"What is your query?"

"You killed my father, you starve his children, you keep us poor, and you will never be any better then your father. My family and I will die of starvation with you on the throne!"

He spat on her feet with disgust. Loki pulled out his blades and went to charge at the man but Rashida held out her hand to stop him.

"Your majesty, it's time."

Sekhmet placed her hand on the hilt of her blade, wrapping her hands around the leather handle. She pulled it out but Rashida stopped her.

"No."

"My love?"

Loki asked. Rashida stood up and walked over to Amal. She pulled him up, and onto his feet. She looked him in the eyes.

"Put this man in charge of the harvest. Wash him up, groom him, and provide him with clean clothes. He wants food and work, let him have it."

Amal looked at her with confusion. He watched as the queen smiled kindly and took his filthy hand.

"I'm sorry about your father."

"Your majesty... this is madness."

Sekhmet rejected as she walked over to the queen. Loki did as well.

"Rashida this is no way to punish a slander. May I suggest him being a servant before you put him in charge of an entire harvest." 

Loki added. Rashida shook her head.

"No."

"I'm tired of this kingdom being so gruesome and bent on war. It's time for a new age. I am the pharaoh now."

"Rashida.."

"This is the best course of action."

"My love..."

"Trust me."

E P I L O G U E 

thank you so much to everyone who read this story! It really means the word to me! look out for more Marvel and mythology stories that I have! And again, thank you all so much!

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