Mending The Broken Prince..

''Don't you dare talk to me like that! Have you forgotten that you're talking to the Prince of Cheshire.'' Harry's tall frame towered over Faith's tinier one easily.

''I haven't. But you certainly have forgotten that you are.. Or should I say were a prince!'' She retorted.

''What do you m-"

''You think partying senselessly and screwing around with girls would make your royal family proud?''

''No matter what I do.. I still remain the prince you've read about in your fairytales, Faith.'' He smirked.

''No Harry. You surely are a prince, but you're not the prince I've always dreamt of.''

Moments passed like breeze before Harry looked up to her.

''Mother's visiting for Christmas.'' He spoke.

Faith exhaled, letting out a small chuckle.

''Start..'' She nodded.

''I need help in fixing the house, Buying new curtains and all that shit.. And oh, you need to deal with my exs too. Mother wouldn't exactly be pleased if even one of them showed up.'' Harry spoke, wrapping an arm around his best friend.

''The things I do for you..'' Faith sighed.

******

''So.. Where's your crown?'' Hope asked, gazing her prince charming.

''I don't have one.'' He replied.

''Oh you mean you'll be wearing after ascending the throne?'' She asked.

''No, my father doesn't find me worthy of throne. My brother will be getting the throne.'' He corrected.

Hope stared at the man, confused.

''I get it! You're here to help people? For their well being right?'' She smiled.

''I'm in fact cast out from kingdom by my father, so I'm here in my exile actually.''

''Why would he cast you out!?'' Her face fell.

''Because I killed a lot of people and tried to rule your planet.'' He smirked.

A shiver ran through Hope's back as she dared to ask the last question.

''If you're so bad.. How can you be a prince?''

''Because I am. I'm Loki, Prince of Asgard.''

The God of mischief grinned at her as she finally recognised him.

''Correction.. Fallen prince of Asgard.'' She mumbled.