Loki Imagines

Meeting Each Other

Cherry blossoms rained down from the tree as you quickly climbed down, your sister Sif scolding you for acting like 'an animal'. Your feet found the lush green grass as they pushed off, changing to a run. You quickly caught up to Sif, and walked pace right beside her.

"You cannot be acting like that here at the palace." She told you calmly. You internally rolled your eyes, always being lectured, always being scolded.

"I know. I was wrong, and I'm sorry." You mechanically responded, knowing that is what she wanted to hear.

"You're fortunate enough I'm allowing you to meet the royal family, don't blow it." A curt nod of the head was the only response you gave. Sif turned towards you, and ran her fingers through your medium length hazel hair, trying to tame the few pieces that the wind caught.

"I know. Thank you for inviting me." Same old routine. Sif and you had never gotten along well. She was always serious, concerned about work. It's not like you were a troubled child. You obeyed your parents, respected your elders, treated people right. You just knew how to 'enjoy life' more than she did. Not so uptight.

You smoothed out your ankle length peach dress, the nicest gown you owned. Sif began walking, clearly expecting you to follow, and you did. You walked through two large doors, detailed in gold, and found yourself standing in a large room, the walls decorated in beautiful floral designs. While you looked around the room, awed, Thor walked in.

"Sif." He gave her a hearty smile, and then looked to you.

"Allison, it's been a while." He grabbed your hand, and placed a kiss on it. A traditional Asgardian custom.

"Yes it has." Sif never wanted you to hang out with the royal family, because she didn't want you to embarrass her. It was a well known fact that Sif had an infatuation for Thor.

"We are glad you decided to join us." Since they hadn't seen you in a while, they decided to invite you for dinner, but Sif politely declined on your behalf. When you came to bring her home, telling her mother wanted her home earlier than expected, Thor personally invited you, which you graciously accepted.

"Shall we walk?" He asked Sif, and they linked arms with each other, starting down the hallways.

You received the notion that you should follow, and so you quietly walked behind them, taking in the grand halls. Eventually the hall opened up into a large room, the dining room. The Queen and King were already there, standing, waiting. Sif said her hello's and bowed, as did you. They sat down, and you sat in the only remaining seat.

"Mother, will Loki be joining us this evening?" Thor questioned.

"Unfortunately, no." She answered staring down at her plate. You had heard of Loki, the prince whose destiny was never to become King. The misfit. You had never met him, and you frowned at the thought of still never being able to meet him.

You ate your meal, adding minimal commentary, only speaking when someone spoke to you, and of course Sif never did. You didn't feel like you really fit in with them.

"May I be excused?" You asked the King, and he gave a curt nod of his head, allowing you permission.

You would much rather explore the building, than participate in the slightly awkward meal, so that's what you did. You had never seen the castle really, only the front room when you would bring Sif home, in which she would always respond with a shake of her head, and a sigh.

You let your feet wander around the castle, not paying attention where you were going, though in all honesty, you didn't care. You came to a stop, when you entered a sort of greenery, flowers of every size and shape catching your gaze. You became mesmerized by their looks an smells, so you didn't notice when someone entered.

"May I help you?" A polite voice questioned. You quickly whipped around, shocked that you didn't notice their entering.

"My apologies, I will go now." You felt embarrassed that you had been caught wandering around.

"No, you're fine." The voice responded. You kept your eyes to the floor, trying to rush past the body, and return to the dining hall.

"I really should be on my way." You hastily responded, as you walked past the body, who didn't try to keep you from leaving, although his voice did.

"What's a few minutes, really?" Now you stopped, turned, looked up into his green eyes, framed with long dark lashes. The man standing before you was beautiful, very tall and lean, made of angles that didn't seem so sharp. He had perfectly sculpted black hair, that pulled away from his face, emphasizing his cheekbones.

Prince Loki.

Your eyes widened, realizing that this is the same prince that you had grown up hearing about. The brother of Thor. The lesser. But when you looked at him, it seemed impossible that this was the lesser brother. Everything about him seemed to have a certain perfect symmetry, something you never thought Thor had. Even the way he stood seemed to hold a sense of calmness. This couldn't possibly be the person that everyone looked down on.

A smile stretched wide across his face, and you realized you must have been staring. Partly because you needed to hide your blushing cheeks, and partly out of respect, you bowed.

"My prince." After a moment, you felt two fingers beneath your chin, lifting your head upward, to stare into his vibrant green eyes.

"Do not kneel before me-" he held out his hand towards you, offering to help you up, "-please." You shyly took it, noticing how large his hands were, and how they almost engulfed yours.

"Might I ask your name?" He questioned.

"Allison, your highness. I am Sif's sister." His eyes lit up with recognition.

"Ah, what a beautiful name." He looked you over for a moment before he spoke again. "It suits you." You realized that your hand was still in his, and you gently slipped it out.

"I hear all the men of Asgard talking about how beautiful Sif is,-" He hadn't taken his eyes off of you once. "-But I think that the true beauty in the family is standing right in front of me." You felt a blush creep to your cheeks, something that rarely happened.

"Thank you your highness." Your voice sounded smaller than expected.

"Please, no formailities. Call me Loki." You couldn't suppress the smile forming on your lips.

"Okay, Loki." You both stared at each other, smiling for a moment, before he spoke.

"Would you like to finish your tour?" You gave a giddy nod of your head, as he began leading you down the remaining unexplored hallways, although you thought you had already seen everything you needed.

As you concluded your 'tour', you walked past the dining room door, to see a furious Sif.

"This can't be good." You mumbled. Sif began storming over to you, and you knew it was time for you to leave.

"I hope to see you again soon, Allison." Loki said, placing a gentle kiss on top of your hand.

"As do I." Then Sif was at your side, grabbing your arm, ranting about how 'immature' you were acting, and how 'there is no way in any of the nine realms that they would ever invite you back'. And even though Sif was scolding you, pushing you out of the doors of the castle, you could not be happier.

"Farewell!" You called out, and he responded the same. And right before the doors closed on you, you turned around to see the sparkle in his green eyes, the smile that lit up his face, to hold you until you would see him again.