The Unasked for Adventure

Chapter 3

We all piled into the ceremony hall, waiting for Thor to make his grand entrance. I, in particular, was waiting for Loki to show up. He just told me to follow my Father and that he'd show up before Thor could showcase his hammer. Of course, that's not whyI was impatient and worried... I know what he's doing. It's obvious and just... worrisome.

A sigh escaped me as my amber eyes glanced around the room. To my utter surprise, Loki was at the front of the hall, wearing his... cow helmet. That made me laugh slightly, catching the attention of my Father. I quickly covered my mouth, hiding my dimpled smile from him and waving him off. He just shrugged, shifting from foot to foot.

After I controlled my laughter, I sighed, smiling brightly and moving my hair off my shoulders. Not a second later, the doors slammed open. We all turned around to stare at Thor showing of Mjolnir, cheering for him. Well, everyone but me and Loki. Obnoxious little fuck huh? I rolled my eyes, sharing a look with the mischievous little prince.

"Thor Odinson-" I tuned everything out, curling a strand of hair around my finger. Their conversation was so uninteresting. At one point, I started mimicking them. That is until Odin shouted something that made me squeak.

"BUT YOU ARE NOT KING. Not yet..." The hall was filled with silence after those words were spoken. Thor glared silently, leaving the hall in anger. My eyes automatically trailed to Loki's eyes. He had a closed off expression that I intstantly understood. Things are going down...

I quickly ran down the hall, looking for Loki who disappeared the second Thor left in a fit of anger. As I ran, holding my dress and gasping for breath, my eyes connected with Queen Frigga's. She was feeding Sleipnir with a thoughtful expression, making me stop in my steps. I moved my hair behind my ear, frowning. Should I go talk to her and risk missing Loki and Thor's departure?...

The choice was made for me as she waved me over with an encouraging smile. I gave her a shy smile as I walked towards the stables, ignoring my unruly hair.

"You seem to be in a rush, darling." She said softly, sitting down on a log and patting the spot beside her.

"Well... Um— I'm looking for someone..." I said, fixing my dress as I sat on the weirdly clean log. Maybe I shouldn't try to change the future... I mean— This is all a dream, right?

"Who were you so desperately looking for?"

"Uh— Loki, your highness..."

She laughed, placing a calming hand on my shoulder. "There's no need for formalities. Now... I am curious as to why you would so desperately need my son, but I doubt you would answer that question." At that, I frowned, looking down. All Frigga did was magic my hair into a waterfall braid and change my dress into an Asgardian one. Which was much more comfortable. I ran my fingers through my now straight hair, glancing over to her in confusion. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the braids, but from the feel of it, it was just a normal braid leading to a flower like shape. Nice...

"You seemed uncomfortable in those garments. I won't keep you long, darling. Just be safe." Frigga said, standing up. She really is a good mother... I smiled, bowing down and leaving with one last glance at Sleipnir who has been watching us throughout the conversation. As quick as my legs could take me, I headed for the feast hall. Where Thor and Loki should still be at. Hopefully.

And if not? Well, I'll have to convince him that a monster isn't born. They're made.
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"Brother... You can't seriously be thinking of?..." Loki said in a fake mask of worry.

"But of course! And you'll be by my side the whole time, brother." At that, Loki's eyes widened in shock. Just as he was about to object, Aliya walked into the room, her dress flowing behind her.

"You boys mind if I come?" She said with a sweet smirk. The Warriors Three raised an eyebrow at her confident expression while Thor grinned, moving towards her with quick steps; much to Loki's disapproval.

"You are more than welcome to help us fight for victory! Although, I would encourage you to stay. Battle is no place for a beautiful princess such as yourself." Thor said happily, giving Aliya a charming smile. She just glared, losing her smirk. In less than five seconds, she had Thor pinned to the ground, garnering the attention of everyone in the room. —Eeven if she already had most of their attention—.

"I'd appreciate it if you quit underestimating me, Your Highness. Demi-God or not, I'm more than strong enough to break a limb." She said with an offended expression, ignoring Thor's grunts of pain. He hit the ground with his free hand as a sign of yielding, looking at her nervously.

The situation put a grin on Loki's face, along with Sif's. They snickered silently, standing by and watching. Aliya just rolled her eyes, letting him go and fixing her dress.

"Right... I'm sure you've learned your lesson, no?" An embarrassed nod was all she got as an answer, but it was good enough for her.

"Then we should get going. Wouldn't want to be fashionably late, now would we?"