What would life be like if your father was Thor. The Thor Odinson. It would never be normal when you have the Avengers around you since you could crawl.
Malia is the daughter of Thor and Jane. She has lived her entire life with the Avengers and SHE...
Humming out softly, I slowly raised my hand from the hot water surrounding my body. The large marble bathtub was filled with sweet smelling bubbles, and steam filled the entire room. It was quiet and peaceful but I knew I couldn't stay in here forever. Sitting up in the water, I climbed out of the tub wrapping a fluffy white towel around my hot skin. Quickly drying myself off I pulled on my underwear, before walking into the large closet next door. "Princess. You should have called for one of us to come help you!" Ingrid exclaimed upon entering the walk-in closet, a bundle of clothes in her arms.
She was a middle-aged woman, probably around her 60s if she was from earth, who was the same height as myself with slightly greying hair. I had been introduced to her only a few hours ago, after myself and my grandfather had arrived at the gigantic castle doors. After a small tour of the main part of the castle, and then I met some important figures. Such as Lady Sif and the Warriors three, Fandral Hogun and Volstagg. After that I was shown to my room, or chambers. It was definitely more than a room, it had its own lounge, bathroom, walk in closet and of course the bed room. This was where I met Ingrid, who was once one of my grandmothers lady in waiting and as of now would be mine. Though I wasn't really sure I needed one, but I was happy nontheless. She could help me learn more about my people and the customs of Asgard.
"Now princess, lets get you ready for the feast." Ingrid exclaimed happily, having set down the bundle. Flashing her a smile, I sat on one of the white couches within the room waiting for Ingrid. Quickly looking through the lines of dresses, I could see Ingrid smiling with what only could be excitement. She almost danced around the room, searching for what she had described earlier as the prefect dress for me. In her mind anyway, but it was something I had to trust her on. I would be, still am, completely lost without her help. Pulling one of the many dresses, Ingrid quickly hurried over to me pulling me to my feet when she did so.
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In ten minutes, we had managed to get the dress on and into place. Even the corset, which is not something I want to think about. But we had done it, and I was quickly pulled into the bedroom towards the huge vanity mirror and dressing table. Getting my hair and makeup seemed to go more smoothly than getting dressed, even if it did take longer. And soon enough Ingrid stepped back admiring her work. "You look beautiful. A true Asgardian princess." Ingrid stood behind me as she spoke, a soft smile on her pale lips. "Just like your grandmother" she said softly, lifting a small golden necklace around my neck. Reaching up to the gold pendant, I ran my thumb over the cool metal, my gaze focused on the mirror. Ingrid was right, I did look like a princess, even if I didn't know how to act like one yet, at least I looked the part. That had to count for something, right? Letting out a soft breath, I slowly stood from the seat. Standing I smoothed down my dress, before looking to Ingrid. The small smile was held on her face as she placed a pair of light blue heels in front of me. Stepping into the heels, I watched in silence as Ingrid fussed around me for a few moments, no doubt making sure everything was perfect. It had to be after all, her reputation was on the line, as she had told me jokingly while brushing my hair. Looking into her pale green eyes, I smiled nervously hands clasped in front of me. "You'll do just fine princess." Ingrid tells me placing a soft touch to my shoulder, having seen my nervousness despite my attempt to hide it. Smiling back to the middle aged woman, I turned towards the large door as a knock sounded. Here goes nothing. I couldn't help but think as Ingrid called for the person to enter.
————————————————————- A new character! I am so sorry that it has taken so long, but here it is. I'm also sorry that it is on the short side. But I hope that you enjoy it anyway. xxx
